Fukrey 3 (फुकरे 3)

Passengers, please strap up your heads.

Again, you'll crash into chucklehead land full of chu-chisms.

As you saw in the recap,

the Delhi Chief Minister gifted them a departmental store.

But, with this useless lot,

logic has departed into the Yamuna river and only mental remains.

The electronics were outdated like their hustle schemes

and the rest of the stuff was rusting like their luck.

Therefore, whenever India's economic data will be analysed,

the worthless Fukras will find mention in the hall of shame.

Where's the rest?

In your friend's stomach.

-Stuff it. -Bro, let's buy it all.

-Eat the stand, too. -Please, bro.

Hunny, please I need a deja-chu.

What have you lost?

-Underwear? -My favourite one.

Where did you get this nylon underwear from?

Its elastic looks strong.

Doesn't your underwear hold tightly?

No, dude.

My mother buys cheap loose ones from the local market.

50 bucks for a pack of three.

Hang on.

Hunny, what's this?

Are we to look for underwear now?

No...

So far, what treasures have we found?

Choocha...

Yes?

Come here.

Here's your advance.

Balance, once the job is done.

Don't be silly. We don't charge kids.

Bro, our underwears have turned into fishnets, full of holes

and he wants to be Robinhood.

-Give me your phone. -Here.

Take it.

Choocha, take a deep whiff and get cracking.

Disgusting, bro! The underwear stinks even in 2D.

It's not the underwear but phone that's stinking.

I keep it in my private pocket.

Come day after tomorrow.

Okay.

Kid, deposit it here.

-Help me down. -I'll see you later.

Get the full payment then.

In spite of trying every scheme

even the deja-chus couldn't turn the foolish ones' kismet.

The dogs by river Yamuna,

the cats,

chicken,

Sonu's geometry box,

Monu's sketch pen,

Grandpa's spectacles,

Grandma's dentures,

Brother-in-law's birth certificate,

Sister-in-law's character certificate,

Sweety's pink dress,

and Pinky's nail paint...

Their city of gold was in ruins

because Choocha's deja-chu was reduced to finding such silly treasures.

Talking of ruin...

Bholi! She was also suffering in her transition from Jekyll to Hyde.

Who has filled this candidate form?

What language is it?

Madam, please fill a fresh form.

Let it be.

I'll fill it up for you. Give it to me.

Your full name?

Bholi Punjaban.

And I'm Lady Gaga.

What's your given name?

Phool Kumari Sehgal.

Shit man! Who names their child 'Fool'?

-Idiot! It's 'Phool'. Means flower in Hindi. -Oh!

-My name means virgin flower. -Okay.

Phool Kumari Sehgal aka...

You are... not welcome to the Janta store.

Babe, your pits are stinking.

I'm burping chickpeas.

How can you when you've eaten momos?

Still wanna get married?

Hello?

Forget your hellos. Why did you cut the call before?

Bholi-ji, I thought you had dialled by mistake.

Pocket dialling.

Why would you call me? I'm unworthy.

You're right. You are worthless.

But, I'm helpless.

And about the pocket... I won't be needing one very soon.

I'm spending all of my cash.

Wow, what a coincidence!

It's the same scene here, Bholi-ji.

I don't care about your situation. Listen to me...

I'm wiped out paying for crowds.

I want one that's free of cost.

Elections are here. I want to start campaigning.

Put the Fukras on the job.

Bholi-ji, Hunny has stopped dancing

or his act was a crowd-puller.

If you wish, I can wear a skirt and show up.

Pandit-ji, pick me! I can easily gather a crowd!

Please spare us.

The last time, the Delhi crowd was after our asses thanks to you.

Tell the candy-shop boy to zip it, get Choocha.

-Bobby will WhatsApp you the address. -Sure.

We'll reply with our bank details.

-Once we get the transfer-- -Shave your chest hair.

I'll send you a skirt.

If Choocha fails, you will dance.

Bro, I just saw a deja-chu.

I saw... there's a big crowd gathered at Welcome Colony.

And Bholi is cleaning their public toilets

and...

And?

That's it!

Bholi-ji, a slight change of plan.

We'll send you the address instead.

Make sure you reach on time.

See you there.

Bye.

Angry bird.

Hold it! Let Bholi aunty cut the ribbon first.

Let him go or he'll inaugurate the toilet right here.

Go on.

Cut the ribbon quickly.

Applause!

How should our minister be?

Like Phool Kumari!

What happened?

It's dirty...

Don't worry, Bholi's cleaning them.

She'll clean this one next.

He means, he wants his bottom cleaned.

Is it?

I'll do it for you.

Your bottom or mine, how does it matter?

Media!

Is it cold?

Media people, the candidate is here.

Guys.

When I was a kid, my papa washed my bottom.

I would run because of the cold water.

And he would chase me.

I would shiver!

Wow! He is the true messiah of the poor.

Choocha, please smile.

Choocha, one washing the bottom...

Bloody hell!

Every time we try to help Bholi-ji up, she falls flat down.

Pick her up before she sees herself collapsed.

My beloved brothers and sisters.

Once your sister Bholi Punjaban gets elected as the Water Resources Minister,

I will stop the water theft and extortion completely.

How Delhi's earth is ripped

and every drop of water is sucked out

leaving our people parched.

I will bury that tanker mafia in Delhi's earth.

No pain, no gain. Delhi people use brain.

Vote for sugarcane!

Sugarcane, sugarcane!

No pain, no gain. Delhi people use brain.

Vote for sugarcane!

Sugarcane, sugarcane!

No brain, no pain. Delhi people only gain.

Vote for sugarcane!

Sugarcane, sugarcane!

Bholi, when you become the Water Sinister...

The Water Minister.

That's what I said. You will stop water theft

but will you distribute it for free?