O' Romeo (ओ रोमियो)

Brother.

Is she here?

No... she called.

Hello. Ustara this side.

Listen, you barber.

Khan sir?

Liberty Theatre. Be there... now.

I can't come right now, sir. -Why?

It's an emergency. -What?

It's personal, sir. I can't come right now.

You have all the time in your life for whoring around.

Leave now. The target will soon be there.

Listen to me, sir--

Chhotu...

Chhotu...

I clearly said...

if anyone calls, tell them I am not at home.

And that's what I said.

But he said he knew you were at home.

And waiting for some gal.

- How did he know? - How would I know?

The guy works for Intelligence.

He must have a network in place.

Who the hell is messing with me?

I am asking one last time, or I will shoot all of you, as****e.

Chhotu! Where are you?

- Turn it off. Turn it off. - What are you doing?

Turn off the light.

As***e.

As****es.

Who was it?

Wasn't me.

Brother. Brother. Brother.

- Brother. Brother... - What are you doing? Please...

Don't... brother... brother...

We...

We haven't done anything, boss. We...

Little Chhotu, ask big Chhotu who snitched on me.

I did.

Shoot me!

Why did you tell on me, granny?

You're like cat shit... good for nothing.

Ungrateful piece of shit.

If it wasn't for Khan sir, you wouldn't be here today,

all dressed up and chasing women.

Jalal would've chopped you up and fed you to the fishes.

In Portugaal.

Portu-gaal?

Did you hear that?

Which 'gaal'(cheek) exactly?

This one or this one?

Or the Bay of Bengal?

Khan was protecting his own interest, granny.

"The enemy of my enemy is a friend..." Haven't you heard the saying?

O, Grandma... you are such a... oldie by looks,

boldy by brains...

oldie by looks, boldy by brains...

oldie by looks,

I will kill you!

You told Khan, so you go.

We are going to party.

Portugal.

"Let's rock the party."

- Boss... - What are you doing?

Boss... it's locked.

Where is the key?

It's over here.

One can't chew bones without teeth.

Wherever he calls... when he calls...

for whatever reason... you will go, understood.

Look...

Two cops are here to escort you.

Turn it off!

Give me the keys.

Khan sir.

Come for a pole dance?

Why?

Does a hit job need a uniform?

Balance?

Aren't you going to count?

No, I trust you.

Here. It's the latest model.

I don't need it, sir.

He's got an entire army of baldies inside.

Dear God. You're so concerned about me.

Not you, I am concerned about the target.

Who is the target, Khan sir?

Why?

You make me kill someone every month.

I have to check the morning paper to see who I killed last night.

You will pay me back for this hit.

Why?

Jalal's finance minister.

Duggal?

Jayesh Duggal? Inside?

In the hall?

Francis Coppola is with Mario Puzo inside writing an original script.

Eyes... beautiful, lips, extraordinary.

Figure... marvellous.

Where is the mother's angle here?

No one beyond Bandra will come to watch your film, moron!

- Yes. - Yes what?

Now, listen. Take the plot from here.

And the first half of the French film we watched.

What...

What the f*** is this?

Go take a look.

Who is there?

Hero!

Hey, baldie. Catch me.

Look, Ustara

I... I haven't... done anything.

Honestly. I...

Action!

"O Romeo..."

"Romeo..."

"O Romeo..."

"One life..."

"for another..."

Jayesh bhai.

Jayesh bhai.

Jayesh bhai.

Jayesh bhai.

Come on, let's make a deal.

Jayesh bhai.

My sweet treat.

My gorgeous skirt...

Jayesh bhai.

It's racing inside,

my heart feels shy.

How many times do I have to save your life?

Now, say thank you.

What thank you? Say sorry.

He's alive. Look.

Kill him.

Why should I?

You kill him.

You make a mess, and want me to cleanup.

You get paid to kill, not me.

Kill him.

Why so serious?

I was only joking.

You are on the run after killing Jalal's brother, as***e

You're not rotting in a grave nor in jail...

Because of who?

Because of you. Move the gun.

You remember?

I do.

You swear?

He will get away.

Khan sir, thank you.

It's okay.

Say it...

I'll be loyal to the bureau as long as I live, no questions asked...

Not like this. Say it like that.

- How? Tell me. - Slowly.

In your intimate voice...

Like the way you whisper to your whores.

Like that.

I'll be loyal... to the bureau... as long as I live.

I won't ask questions...

Or demand answers.

Forget whatever I hear,

and never remember what I see.

Where are you going with that, Khan sir?

Brother on your whim, brother-in-law on your mood.

- Who am I to you? - Pole dancer.

And you'll have to dance to my command.

And I will.

- Who am I? - Father. Godfather!

And you... a b**ch.

Ring up Desai from customs.

Tell him the money is ready.

We can leave tomorrow.

Where?

Fiji.

I'm done licking the boots of these IB guys.

F**k them!

But the girls are booked till Friday.

We'll leave on Saturday.

Are you sure this time, brother?

Swear on you...

After Friday, the party continues in Fiji.

And granny?

Granny is not a problem. We'll give her some weed,

and she can complain all she wants when we get there.

Love you from the bottom of my heart.

I am starving. What's for dinner?

Something cold, in the fridge. Something hot, in the bed.

Sorry... something came up, I got delayed.

Greetings.

Did you eat anything?

All this must have turned cold. I'll get it warmed again.

No, I... just broke my fast.

Are you observing Roza (Fast)?

I observe all of it.

And also work during Rozas?

Yes...

I'm alone... don't have a choice.

You look completely different in your photos.