01x04 - Intezaar Bekaar Hai

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'Dear Vaishali.'

'I hope you're doing well.'

'I tried many times to meet you but,
couldn't happen.'

'I don't understand how to tell you'

'that the problem I
had has now been solved.'

'I have done the research and treated
myself through it.'

'But yes,
it did take me some time to do it.'

'But the day I was convinced
that I was fully recovered...'

'you were gone.'

'I hope that you will get this letter.'

'And you will return to Agra soon.'

'We haven't even begun yet, Vaishali.'

'We still have a lot to do.'

'I will always wait for you.'

'Your Vishesh.'

What happened, doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

Let's go.

Is everything okay, doctor?

So many women?

Do you understand now... And all of
them want the same thing from Babaji.

Are you now understanding my problem?

Hello, Babaji.

Welcome.

Queues upon queues of devotees come
to meet me every day for some gain.

But if there is one person whom
this Firangi is craving to meet...

That is you, Doctor Vishesh. Only you.

Akhil, I didn't tell you
but the medicines sent by him

along with a week's abstinence has
drastically improved my health.

Total improvement!

Really, Babaji?

Then we called the doctor unnecessarily.

Akhil.

I mean thank you so much for coming.

But now delay is meaningless, Babaji.

Life is fleeting.

Fleeting.

Yeah, same thing.

Let's start the private meetings.

Special meeting with Babaji.

We can still achieve all our targets.

This' is the reason
why I hid this from you.

I am the doctors patient.

I will not take a single step
without his permission.

Doctor, give him your permission.

Doctor Vishesh?

You left this at the station
the other day.

I will have to do your check-up.

Of course.

What is Babaji saying?

Will we get a chance for
private meetings?

There is no official statement.

But...

We have found through secret sources

that something good is
about to happen.

I didn't say anything.
I didn't say anything.

Okay?

Any problem?

- We need to be more patient.
- What?

It will take some more time
for Firangi to get well.

Those women will break the door
and come inside, Babaji.

They will break the saray walls.

And your image? Our business targets?

But everything was fine.

Babaji is healthy.
Then why do you need more time?

Usually, in such cases,
we get to see false improvement.

False improvement?

It's very dangerous.

I suspected this. And it was
confirmed during the check-up.

Would you like to see?

No, no.

But isn't it possible for him
to meet them even a little bit?

It's possible.

Really?

But by doing that he may lose
his manhood completely.

No. Never.

Our entire roadmap will be
destroyed, Babaji.

What will we tell the managing trust?

We are already falling behind
on this quarter's projected target.

If this continues,

the Baba at the Chowk will lure
all our clients away.

We can't afford anymore backlog now.

Look, doctor.

There could be a chance
of permanent damage.

What's the percentage?



Let me check.

Is Firangi just a number for you, Akhil?

Will this calculator make
a decision for me now.

In the greed of business
don't forget that

I am just a human being like you.

My body is the same as yours.

What do you want?

Do you want that I should ignore
Doctor Vishesh's advice...

Be reckless... and lose my
manhood permanently?

Is this what you want?

Fine. I am ready to give this sacrifice
for your peace of mind.

- Fine? Come on.
- No. No.

No, Doctor Vishesh.

No, no.

We can't take that chance.

But what do I tell these ladies?

They will k*ll me.

Patience!

Control!

Increase your appetite.
The food will seem tastier.

It's written in the books.

And everybody says it.

Tell them. "Go now and come back
on the full moon night."

Special moment for a special meeting.

The more the craving,
the deeper the satisfaction.

- Full moon.
- Night.

- Deeper satisfaction.
- Leave now.

- Full moon.
- Come on the full moon night.

The more the craving,
the deeper the satisfaction. Now leave.

Special meeting.

Full moon.

Full moon.

I don't have words to thank you.

Please, Babaji!

No.

Something terrible would have happened.

You saved me.

Yes. It would have been terrible, Babaji.

We got saved.

Look. She's leaving.

Looks like Baba is fulfilling the goal of
national integration through ladies.

Don't say anything foul about Babaji.

He is a great divine personality.

Don't I know?
Mister, my shop has been here since

the time your Baba was a nobody.

- Is it?
- He lived like a gypsy.

He used to keep roaming here
and there like a spirit.

One day, he caught the eye of one
of the people from the committee.

Since then they have been
squeezing the society together.

Making the residents of Jhansi
aware of the women power,

Suman Tyagi of Bundel Vikas Vahini has
started a cleanliness drive in the city.

Greetings. Every corner of
Jhansi is a holy place for me.

'And this cleanliness drive that
we are organising here'

'is a beginning to return its lost glory
and greatness and shine to Jhansi.'

'Since 1857, a lot of the streets, '

'localities and areas here
have been dirty...'

Now women will have to hit the road.

Because men are too busy doing
make-up and staring at their own pictures.

Why not just wear bangles as well?

b*stard. This Suman Tyagi is...

- Cheap and fake.
- Hey, Pappu.

Control your tongue.

Why Pappu?

One doesn't become a grass-root leader by
merely speaking the grass-root language.

Only if you do something new you
will be telecasted on TV.

Forget these newspapers.

What is visible on the TV
is what sells nowadays.

Uncle, everyone enjoys staring at women.

But no one will vote for a woman.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

So Indira Gandhi must have gone
to the parliament to chop onions.

You, fool, you will keep
sitting here and talking like this.

And there Suman Tyagi will snatch
your throne away from under your a*s.

Isn't this grass-root language now?

- Is that so?
- Listen to something else too.

One woman doesn't go to vote
for another woman. Do you understand?

Damn fool.

Do you want to see it? Hey.

Who will you vote for?

- Whoever you tell me to vote for.
- Do you see?

This is a woman.

No matter how much noise she makes,

in the end, she has to come
under a man, right?

You became an MLA
despite such disgusting thoughts?

If you hadn't been born in this household

you wouldn't have even
got a job for five hundred rupees.

MLA Sir, people from the Puja committee
have come to invite you as chief guest.

You think you're an expert
on women, don't you?

How many women have come into your life?

You couldn't even get married.

All you're capable of is lying
down and blabbering nonsense.

Where are you running away?
Wait for my answer.

Move ahead.

- I have brought him. See the time.
- Thank you, Uncle.

Give me your blessings, MLA Sir.

Greetings, sir.

Please come, sir.

Move back.

- Come.
- Move aside.

- Just move a little.
- Move.

What if we get married?

Give her a hand.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

- Come.
- Move.

Please, sit.

Come.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, MLA Sir for giving us
your precious time.

The first program of today

will be a dance program
for you by our little girls.

Shikha.

Thank you.

Won't someone sing for us today?

The next program is the puppet's game.

This Dharmendar, Jeetender...

- Devendar. Devendar.
- Alright.

Hey, put it down. Sir, come.

Let's go, Sir.

Putul, I don't feel like it,

But I must go. Him too.

What happened?

- Nothing.
- Then let's go.

MLA Sir, may I ask you for
something personal?

Can he stay back?

- Him?
- Yes.

Okay.

Mr. Devendar now tell me,
what should I do?

There's nothing like that, MLA Sir.
I am coming.

Well, she has used the word
'personal' now, hasn't she?

So I won't be able to refuse.

Okay, I have one request.

- Yes.
- If you don't mind then.

Please tell me.

Can he just drop me to my car?

Yes, absolutely.
Thank you so much, MLA sir.

- We'll meet soon.
- Absolutely.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

You go.

Is she your sister?

No. How can she be my sister?

Why can't she be?

No, I mean...

She is like my... distant sister-in-law.

Tomorrow you have to go very far too.

Kota. With an important package.

Will you get permission?

MLA Sir.

Mr. Satindar.

Thank you, doctor.

Yes, doctor.

Singhada, last week I had told you
to retrieve the number of a girl.

Did you even try?

Chandru, I asked you to take out a
number from the register. Did you do it?

- When did you ask me?
- What?

I told you the same day when Sir
asked me. Have you lost your mind?

Look at your age.

You lie like a kid.

I won't ask you to do
anything from now on.

Here. Give me the register, Chandru.

I made a mistake, Sir. Sorry.

What the hell, you as*h*le?

I got you this job and you
are trying to sabotage me?

Why didn't you support me?

But which girl?

That beautiful one.

Like a heroine.
That ma'am who wears trousers and shirt.

She has been coming for
a few months, hasn't she?

Yes...

So why is the doctor
asking for her number?

What do you mean?
What do you mean by that?

- Are you doubting the doctor?
- No.

And, you?

Don't put the filth of
your brain in mine.

You should be ashamed.

Take out the number quietly.





When will we get any girl whether in
pink, green or white? Any girl will do.

How long will we keep
doing this ourselves?

Don't overdo all this.

Otherwise, if your semen finishes then
you will become impotent.

Stop it. It doesn't work like that.

As if you know everything.

The doctor has explained
everything to me. Okay?

I will go to a nurse.
To understand things.

She will inject you from behind.

I will also inject, from the front.

Today is the limit.

We are sitting for dinner
and this guy is absent.

This entire generation

No dedication in them, no values.

Don't talk like your father.

Pass me the curry.

Here, enjoy yourself.

Shameless. Useless. Get up, I say!

I know you are awake. Get up.

What's this? What's this?

- What happened?
- What's this!

-See
-Look what he has brought into our home.

On top of it, he is pretending
to be asleep.

- I am your father, you wretch!
- What are you doing?

Mom will wake up. Come
on, come out. Come from here.

Let's go.

b*stard! Where did you
get this book from?

Who is filling this filth
in your brain? Tell me!

You are the one who took me.

- What?
- To that doctor.

He told me to help myself.

Oh God! What is happening?

Why did you take me then?

- Tell me.
- Shut up.

- Shut up!
- Alright.

It's done. come on. Let's go out.

Come out right now. Come on.

Come.

Look, this is our offspring.

Our blood.

Alright.

First you calm down a bit. Sit.

I had to see this day today.

I can't believe it.

Tell me something.

Didn't you do all this when
you were young?

Dad taught me to look at
women only with respect.

And look, how he looks at women.

Alright. Fine.

Let it go now. Leave it.

Calm down.

My own son, Alka.

I have lost, Alka.

Where did we go wrong Alka?

Where did we lack?

Go to sleep.

Damn it.

Those Tarang Tobacco guys have pulled
down all their ads from our newspaper...

Even shut their account.

You enjoy it a lot, don't you?

You must be waiting...

So that you can throw some bad news
at me first thing in the morning.

Sir.

I spit on that Tobacco money.

Yes, go ahead and spit.

But half of our work was
happening because of that money.

Munshiji.

You don't know English otherwise,
I would have said

"When the going gets tough,

the tough get going."

Tobacco.

The flight of heights.

The shop of cancer.

You said it, Sir.

True.

Who are those people

who mess with other's bodies?

Who trade in private parts?

- Sir... p*mps?
- Much worse.

They call themselves doctors. Doctors.

- Doctors, Sir?
- Yes.

In the guise of being a doctor

They play with people's
penises and breasts.

They coarse innocent people
into making public

Mockery of their privacy. Stripping
them of their dignity and honor.

Things that in today's age,
a wife hardly shows to her husband.

Have to be given in a stranger's hand.

That monster misuses it.

And this innocent patient
has to remain quiet.

Because of shame.

There are many preys of
this monster in our society Manoj.

And anyone can fall
prey to this. Anyone.

Even your sister.

My sister?

Think, Manoj.

Your sister and that doctor.

How will you feel? Will you feel happy?

Then what should we do?
We, who are the press, Manoj.

The eyes of the society.

- The guiding light of society.
- Guide.

Society looks at us with hope.

Should we stay quiet

and let that terrible monster's hands
touch your sister's body?

Sir, I don't have a sister.

Get the point, Manoj! Get the point!

The point is important not your sister!

Sorry, Sir.

The point is important.

These doctors give wrong
advice to people.

They trap them.
They take away their money,

their privacy, their purity,
everything from them!

Who knows how many families have been

destroyed because of these
sex doctors, Manoj?

Really, Sir?

There is one right here in Madhopur.

Doctor Arora or someone.

Doctor Arora.

He runs a clinic in the middle of the
market in front of everyone's eyes.

But no one can say anything.

Because of embarrassment.

Because of embarrassment.

Everyone tolerates quietly
because they are embarrassed.

- Then should we stay quiet too?
- No, Sir.

- Should we keep watching all this quietly?
- No, Sir.

Should we let this
disease spread in our city?

No, Sir.

- Should we keep sitting like this?
- No, Sir.

Or should we pull this
disease by it's root and throw it out?

And expose that... that sexologist.

Second one. Second option, Sir.

Then find out Manoj. Find out.

And remember. You are not a reporter.

Sir but I am...

You are a detective.

Who reports.

Yes... yes, Sir.

- Investigate.
- Yes.

And then write something without
mentioning that doctor's name

that people should come to know
immediately who you are talking about.

Who you are exposing.

The trap of fake sexologists.

Good. Think more.

A monster in the guise of a doctor.

We need to uproot

this disease which is
spreading in the society.

The time has come, Manoj.

The doctor is taking very long today.

He is brushing his hair inside.

Yes.

And he's changed into a new shirt.

New shirt?

Yes.

So?

What do you mean?

That the other day you took out that
girl's number and gave it to the doctor,

And now the doctor is getting ready,

and you are connecting these
two things in your head?

- You, guys leave.
- Okay.

I will catch the bus myself tonight.

Okay, Sir.

We'll meet in the morning
at Sawai Madhopur.

Your mind is full of sh*t. Let's go.

'We haven't even begun yet, Vaishali.'

'We still have a lot to do yet.'

'I will always wait for you.'

'Your Vishesh.'

Let's go.

Hey, wait.

I forgot to get money.

I will take it from him.

Wait for me. I am coming in a minute.

Suman, take care of your scarf.

And on top of that, our
JP Sir was born there too.

No, no, no, no.
JP Sir wasn't born there.

- JP...
- Greetings, Brother.

- Okay, listen. I want to...
- Vaishali, meet him.

He is Prem Saxena. He is an MR.

Nowadays he is on a tour of Morena.

Greetings.

Greetings.

This is Vaishali.

What happened? Did you need something?

Actually, I needed money to
offer at the worship altar.

I'll give you the money.

Take this.

So what? It's for a holy cause.

Maybe I'll also benefit from it.

Okay, take it. I will return it to him.

We can settle this later.
I am not going anywhere.

I will take it back with interest.

What I was saying is...

JP Sir was born in the
village Sitab Diara,

district Chhapra.

- Okay.
- He was not born in Patna.

He went to study in Patna.

I did not know that.

After completing studies in Patna

he went to University of Berkeley in US