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The plot of the film is loosely inspired by

the incidents of Bhatta Parsaul, Uttar Pradesh, in 2011.

However, the representation of the story is purely fictional

and created solely for entertainment purposes.

All characters, names, events, firms, cultures,

and procedures of law have been fictionalized.

Any resemblance or similarity to actual events, entities,

or persons, living or dead,

is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

The film respects all parliamentary acts and the orders

of the central and state governments regarding agriculture.

The makers also respect the honorable judiciary, judges,

judicial proceedings, and decorum.

All creative liberties have been taken to present

the courtroom drama more effectively, like in other films.

So, Rajaram Solanki,

in the previous hearing,

you assured the court that you would return Mr. Bhardwaj's money with interest.

Do you have it now?

I couldn't arrange the money, Your Honor.

I need more time.

It has been over a year, Magistrate Sir,

and there is still no sign of either the principal or the interest.

I have shown restraint by not taking any action

even though I'm entitled to seize his property to recover my money.

You can check the documents.

RAJENDRA CHAUDHARY

See, there's a massive project coming up in Bikaner.

Bikaner to Boston.

A well-known company, the Imperial Group, is buying property.

Sell your land.

You can't be serious, sir.

What is a farmer without his land?

A laborer.

Delhi, Jaipur, Mumbai. There is plenty of work available.

Even as a security guard at an ATM,

you can earn between 5,000 and 7,000 easily.

Those documents are forged, sir.

Mr. Bhardwaj is lying.

Who is she?

She is my daughter-in-law.

Does this office require a woman's opinion now?

Have you forgotten your place?

Go and wait outside.

Go on.

Leave!

Make way.

It's not just about the project.

Your village, Parsaul, is part of this project's blueprint.

You will have to move out.

Rajaram, do you feel they are offering too little?

Should I raise the price?

The price hardly matters since I will not sell my land.

But why don't you want to sell?

My land, my choice!

Type the order.

REVENUE OFFICER AND EXECUTIVE MAGISTRATE, REVENUE DEPARTMENT

Case No. 55/432.

The permanent ownership rights of the land in Parsaul

are transferred to Mr. Raghunath Bhardwaj.

No. Don't be so unfair, Your Honor!

That land is all I have.

My son gave his life for the country.

Please show some consideration.

If you don't agree with the decision,

take it up with the DM

or the District Court, High Court, or Supreme Court.

Democracy exists for people like you, Rajaram.

Have mercy. Please have mercy.

Though my roof leaked

I wished for it to rain

The legacy handed down By my ancestors

Through generations

I wished to pass on to my son

A piece of land and a handful of seeds I wanted to leave in my wake

To wipe out hunger

It led me to believe Every promise they made

The passion behind every speech

Bewildered, I watched

Their heads held high

While they swept the earth From under my feet

I was proud of being a provider

That was my only crime

That I was a farmer

JANKI

My Ladyship.

My client, Lala Narendranath Gupta, was the victim of a serious scam.

On the 12th of last month, he married Shashibala.

There is a tiny age difference between my client and Shashibala.

But shockingly, four days after the wedding,

Mr. Lala found out that his bride, Shashibala,

was not who she claimed to be.

I mean, she isn't a woman.

He is a boy. A male.

He's a man.

He's a rascal.

The deception should have been discovered on their honeymoon night.

Why did it take four days?

Eighty years.

Mr. Lala is 80 years old.

At his age, a man cannot tell the difference

between sonography and pornography.

But this Shashibala has his eyes on Mr. Lala's property.

That's why he's trying to scam him.

Shashibala, do you have anything to say in your defense?

The counsel is lying, madam.

My love for him is true.

He might seem old to others.

But to me, he's as handsome as Kartik Aaryan.

Kartik Aaryan?

I am innocent.

Don't send me to jail!

I am innocent, madam.

Stop crying in the court.

Be quiet.

POONAM AGARWAL

-Have you hired a lawyer? -What?

I asked whether you have a lawyer or not.

She does, madam!

She does!

I am her lawyer!

Jagdishwar Mishra, aka Jolly.

Sorry. I apologize for entering through the window like this.

My cafeteria bills have been pending for four months.

The owner has posted a dozen goons outside the court

to recover his dues.

With your permission, may I enter through the window?

I will get thrashed if I try to enter through the door.

This is not the proper way to enter the court, Counsel!

I am allowing you today.

But never again.

Duly obliged, madam.

What is this, madam?

No, no, no, please.

Thank you, madam.

I also have an assistant. Birbal.

Can he also enter?

Go ahead.

Come in. Come in. Careful.

Tomorrow, someone will want to crash through the roof.

Is she your mother? Look here.

Continue, Counsel.

Your Ladyship, the accusations against my client are false.

Before the wedding,

Mr. Lala went on a date with Shashibala eight times.

They had dinner six times.

And watched a Telugu film three times in Amba Cinema.

Didn't he realize that what's inside is different from the outside?

Did he not?

The truth is, Mr. Lala's greedy family

doesn't want to give his wife any share in the property,

which is why they are accusing her of gender fraud.

How can he be his wife when she isn't a woman?

She is his wife.

She is Mr. Lala's wife.

He is a boy.

He's a fraud. He is a con artist.

He is not a fraud! He is his wife!

-He is a fraud. -I can prove it.

I can-- I can prove it.

Take it off.

-What… -What are you doing?

Stay back. Leave her alone.

They want evidence. My client is a female.

Believe me.

I will decide that, not you.

Go back to your seat.

Sorry, madam.

-I am ordering a medical test. -Yes.

Shashibala will remain in jail until the tests are verified.

That's great.

But, Ladyship! One question!

Which jail are you sending her to?

Male or female?

Male!

Which jail will she be kept in, Inspector?

As you order, madam.

-The women's jail? -No.

What if she turns out to be a male?

-As the prosecution claims she is. -Yeah.

I won't take responsibility for any unfortunate incident.

Then, madam, let's put him in the men's jail.

And what if she's a woman?

Who will be responsible?

That's a valid question.

Madam, may I approach the bench?

Yes, you can.

Madam, you should grant her bail.

Once the tests are confirmed,

it will be easier to decide which jail to put her in.

What if something unfortunate happens in jail,

and Her Ladyship is blamed for it?

No, no, no.

He is a criminal.

We strongly oppose his bail.

I agree with Jolly's suggestion, Mr. Javed.

Keeping her in jail can be risky.

Bail is granted until the test results are in.

-That's it. Settled. -But…

-But, ma'am… -Settled. Settled. Settled.

Come, Shashibala. You got bail.

Thank you, madam.

I want to say…

He is arguing unnecessarily.

The bail has been granted. Leave it.

Okay.

Come, Shashibala.

Not she. He.

Please.

Sit.

MALE

FEMALE FACILITIES

I was only looking, Shashi.

One should always know their client thoroughly.

We had never met, Jolly.

You're sharper than I'd heard.

Well done.

-Your fee? -Five thousand.

-That was a close shave, Shashi. -Not there!

But you should stop scamming these old widowers.

Or someday you'll go in for the big haul.

Listen, doughnut!

Don't teach me my business.

You got paid, didn't you?

Enjoy.

Is this any way to talk to the client?

I'll punch you in the guts.

Shashi.

-Here. -Please scam as many

old folks as you want.

Marry as many times as you like.

But whenever you get caught,

just come to court and shout, "Jolly, Jolly,

Jolly!"

Is someone shouting my name?

Must be the client.

I keep telling you to fill enough fuel, Jolly.

You make me push it every day.

-Do you recognize Shashibala? -Yes, I do.

-I made the deal. -Very good.

There he is.

Where?

-The one in the blue jacket. -Him?

But what is he doing outside?

He must be looking for us. Let's go.

Shashi bro!

Shashi.

Shashi.

Sorry, I am late.

Who the heck are you?

Jolly. Your lawyer.

Let's go. Your case is up. We'll post your bail. Let's go.

Are you high? I already got bail.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean you got bail?

The deal was with us, and you hired someone else for the job.

This is not fair.

We are thorough professionals.

Whether we did the job or not, you owe us.

Now pay up.

What payment?

The deal was with Jolly, and he's been paid in full.

Con someone else.

Fake Jolly.

Birbal, keep sniffing around the court like a puppy.

If anyone comes asking for Jolly, bring him straight to me.

Soon, there should be only one Jolly in this court.

There's going to be only one Jolly left

because I'm going to kill you.

-Damn client thief! -Close the door!

He will break the furniture!

-He is a nutjob! -Don't close the door!

Or else I'll break the glass!

Don't break it.

We had a tough time building this chamber.

-Don't break it. -You built this new chamber

by stealing my clients.

This is my glass and I'm breaking it.

I'll break…

-He's praying. I'll ask him. -He's always praying. Call him!

JAGDISHWAR MISHRA, B.A.L.L.B. ORIGINAL JOLLY (FROM KANPUR)

First, he sins and then he prays!

Brother, let him curse you a few times and call it even.

I robbed a poor lawyer of his client. He won't stop at words.

This is not done.

He steals everyone's client.

Look. That imposter is hiding over here.

Open the door, doughnut.

President, this is absolutely unfair.

You must take strict action.

Or else I will take the law into my own hands.

-Wait-- -Don't blame me later

-if I murder him. -Wait, just a minute.

Jolly Mishra, open the door.

Are you offering him your daughter's hand in marriage?

-Drag the rascal out and beat him. -Calm down, please.

-Come out! -Wait.

Jolly Mishra.

If you don't open the door right now, your license will be suspended.

Open the door.

He's coming.

Suspended?

Why?

What have I done?

My assistant, Birbal, was looking for clients in the court.

The client said he's looking for Jolly.

And he brought him to me.

You can't blame me if my name is also Jolly.

Tell him to change his name if he's got a problem.

I should change my name?

I am the original Jolly.

-Why should I change my name? -And I am Jolly no. 2.

No, you are not. You are two-faced!

Damn client thief!

-No fighting. Please! -Stop it!

-What are you doing? -I said stop it!

What are you doing, Mr. Mishra?

You two are lawyers. Show some respect.

If not for each other, then at least for me.

Jolly Mishra, there is only one way to settle this dispute.

Split the fee for this case evenly between you two.

Otherwise, I will take strict action.

Come on.

Even I got dragged into it.

What is this?

He paid me 2,000, so I gave you 1,000.

The deal was for 5,000.

I won't settle for anything less than 2,500.

You think I am crazy?

Now pay up!

Come on.

Pay up.

Look at this. It's still short of 500. It's the limit.

Pay him 500 rupees more. Come on.

Oh, God. Is it settled now?

-I have paid him. -Yes.

-They're real. -All good now.

You go your way, and you go inside.

Oh, God.

Such people should be banned.

-They are worthless! -Get going, mister.

-He's cursing me again. -Enough!

-He wasn't cursing you. -How could he say that?

-He abused me. -He didn't abuse you.

He called you worthless.

It's a local Delhi term.

-It's not an abuse. -So I abused you! What will you do?

Calm down and leave.

Go on.

-He abused me. -He called you worthless.

Leave!

-Long live farmer unity! -Long live!

-Fulfill our demands! -Fulfill our demands!

-Long live farmer unity! -Long live!

Reva.

-Come. Come. -Dad is back.

Come here, darling.

Was Mom making you work?

-Yes? -Tell me…

-Did you have dinner? -…one by one.

How many acres of land?

Two acres.

Sister Laxmi.

Hello.

Hello.

Give me a minute, Jolly. I'll be with you.

When did you get here, Jolly?

Just now.

I came to pick up my wife.

The farmers have created quite a buzz in Delhi.

We must appreciate the courage of these farmers, Jolly.

They walked hundreds of kilometers

and will reach the demonstration site at night.

So that Delhi's traffic doesn't get affected.

That's amazing.

Sit.

Jolly, could you do me a small favor?

Please don't be so formal. Tell me?

The lands of some Rajasthani farmers were seized for a project.

But they still haven't been compensated in full.

This is wrong.

Can you file a petition for us?

Me?

I've not been taking on new cases lately.

I've been swamped with cases, and barely have time to breathe.

Shall I give you some advice?

It's a civil matter.

It will take ages. Settle out of the court.

See you.

Spare some time for us, please!

It involves several people.

How many?

Forty.

Forty?

How can I turn you down?

Send them to the court tomorrow morning at ten.

Another thing.

Ask them not to speak to any other lawyer and to come straight to me.

-You-- Yes. -Mr. Jolly?

-Hello. -Hello.

Laxmi ma'am has sent us.

It's why I am here.

How can I help you?

We want to file a petition in court regarding a land case.

Filing a collective petition will save you time.

We'd be very grateful.

How many petitioners?

Forty in total.

Why file a joint petition?

We'll file individual petitions.

It will put more pressure on the judge.

You have come to the right place.

Consider your work done.

Come on. Come.

Come in.

Take the next left. Take a left.

Careful. Slow down.

Mind my leg.

Yes.

Hello. Where are you, Birbal?

I am scouting for clients.

First, attend to the client who is waiting for you here, moron.

Do one thing.

Send 40 stamp papers of one hundred rupees each, and hurry.

Also, send a typist.

Please come. Quickly.

Forty stamp papers?

So many clients?

Great!

Mukesh Meghwal.

-Yes? -Raees Ahmed. Sarita Kohli.

You three come inside. Sign the petition.

Stop before you make a mess. It's done.

-Take it. -Alright.

These petitions will be submitted in court tomorrow morning.

The judgment will come through in a few months.

I won't rest until you get what you deserve.

Okay? Not to worry.

-God bless you, sir. -Bless you.

-May we leave? -Of course.

But first, pay a part of my fee, and then you can go.

Fees?

I know you are all poor farmers.

I am only asking you to pay for stamp papers,

typists, and court expenses.

That's all. 500 rupees per head.

Are you joking, sir?

We wouldn't have walked to Delhi if we had 500 rupees.

Are you that poor?

Alright. 400 rupees per head.

Okay? 100 rupees discount.

A special offer for my farmer brothers.

We don't have any money.

We were told you'd do it for free.

-Who told you that? -Laxmi Yadav.

-Laxmi Yadav? -Laxmi Yadav, who?

We don't know any Laxmi Yadav.

-Pay us-- -Wait a minute.

So…

you guys don't have any money.

Don't do this! I've spent 100 rupees on every stamp paper.

Twenty-five rupees for the snacks you devoured.

Alright. Just pay 200 rupees.

Two hundred rupees per head.

I will handle the rest. Only 200 rupees.

We don't have any money, sir.

Why didn't you mention that before signing?

The court doesn't run on charity!

One minute, sir.

We don't want any charity.

I have money.

See.

You should learn something from him.

Come forward. Please.

Make him your leader.

Two ones are two

Two twos are four

One sneaky crow Struck down another

Two threes are six

Two fours are eight

One sly crow sealed Another's fate

Two fives are ten

Two sixes are twelve

One crow got outsmarted By the other

The grand total comes to 345 rupees.

Six bananas, a corn, one cabbage, and four soap bars.

Three combs, four carrots, six kilos of grains.

And this half-eaten sugarcane.

Hello, client thief.

Did you quit practice and open a grocery store?

Mess with me, and this is what you get. Understand?

One little seed, two little seeds

-The pigeon fell for the seeds -Getting angry.

Now you must pay for The mistakes you never made

What's the matter? You are all smiles.

Chewing carrots?

What happened?

I taught Mishra a lesson.

He'll think twice before stealing our clients.

Serves him right.

He had become a nuisance.

Right.

Your wife has sent a case.

-Sandhya? -Yes.

Case?

Who is it?

Her.

The old lady in the yellow veil.

These NGOs will put me out of business.

Hello, ma'am.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Mr. Jolly. -Yes.

-I am Janki. -Yes.

I have a property case.

Okay.

You are at the wrong place.

It's the other Jolly.

He sits at number 24. Over there.

Go straight. You should see him.

But I was told about the chamber number eight.

People often get confused because our names are similar.

He handles the cases of farmers and the underprivileged.

He has a heart of gold.

Doesn't charge any fee either.

Go straight and ask for Jolly Mishra.

Jolly Mishra. Number 24.

Over there.

Go on.

Looked like a troubled lady.

You should have at least asked her about her case.

-Do you want this month's salary? -Yes.

So, suppress your emotions and don't have a guilty conscience.

Understand?

Now get some clients.

"Looked like a troubled lady."

He is such a scoundrel.

He must have been born after the death of a hundred scoundrels.

Ma'am, I am not that Jolly.

Go to number eight.

It's Jagdish Tyagi, aka Jolly.

It's him. He's the original Jolly.

But he said you handle farmers' cases.

No. He is lying.

My name is Jagdishwar Mishra--

Move, fatso. Let her see.

Jagdishwar Mishra.

They call me Jolly to tease me.

To make fun of me.

Say something, fatso.

We don't know any Laxmi Yadav.

Also, Sandhya is his wife.

I will gouge your eye out with this pencil.

What are you saying?

Sandhya is the other Jolly's wife.

I beg you. Please.

I am a poor man.

My eyes are welling up with tears.

This is how my clients pay me.

I don't have any money.

Please go to number eight. You will find him there.

Go on.

And the rest of you?

-Is this a circus? -No. Please, stay.

Let me entertain you.

See.

Get out! Leave!

He is crazy.

Leave quickly, bald head!

My new collection.

How am I looking?

Wearing your own designs again? Just amazing.

Did you open this boutique for yourself or for customers?

Customers or no customers,

I can't let the stock lie unused.

Tell me how I am looking.

Am I looking nice?

You're getting old, Jolly!

That's enough.

I used my father's savings to fund your boutique.

Still no appreciation.

Did you make any sales today?

Or have you been parading around all day?

Why are you getting so worked up?

I did sell a dress.

-One dress? -For 3,000.

How much did you earn today?

Today's earnings?

Two and a half thousand, yesterday.

You make 2,500 and yell at me.

You call this yelling?

-I come home tired after a long day, and-- -You're tired?

What about me?

I run a boutique.

I squabble with customers all day.

It's not like you hired anyone to help me.

Okay, I admit I am wrong.

My fault. My fault.

It was my fault, my queen.

Sorry. Forgive me.

Now, can I get some dinner? I've not eaten since morning.

-I am hungry. -Veggies are cooked.

Make some rotis.

Alright.

Just one for me. I'm on a diet.

I know.

On a diet.

Supposed to be on a diet,

but eats at least six parathas at a time.

She hasn't lost an ounce in two years.

And forced me to shave my mustache because it made me look old.

What happened?

Did you say something?

What happened? Nothing, baby.

I was saying, how long will you stay on a diet?

At least have two rotis.

Want a drink? Should I make one?

And make me an alcoholic like you, Pushpa Pandey?

Half of our budget is spent on your whiskey.

Go enjoy your drink while I make rotis. Okay?

-You'll have only one, right? -Yes, just one.

Yes. Love you, darling.

Bye.

Jolly.

Did an old lady come to court today to meet you?

I would have called you if someone had come as your reference.

I wonder what happened to her?

She didn't show up at Laxmi's office in the evening either.

-Don't stress. -Come, Reva.

-She must have gone back home. -Keep it back. Come.

Did you get the clothes from outside? It's raining!

One little seed, two little seeds

The pigeon fell for the oldest trick

Now you must pay for The mistakes you never made

Ma'am.

Tea.

Aren't you ashamed of lying to me?

First, you sent those 40 farmers to Jolly Mishra.

And now this.

If you had heard that woman's story,

you would have never done this.

That's why I didn't.

Because if I had, it could have led to a big mess.

Reva is growing up.

Soon she will attend school.

Books. Fees. Tuition. Household expenses.

My practice isn't settled.

You work at an NGO.

Right. But we'll still survive, Jolly.

We'll make do with less money.

But if we don't help this woman,

she is not going to survive.

Try to understand.

Reva's future is at stake.

No, Jolly.

The reputation of Reva's parents is at stake.

Look.

-Sir? -Yes.

Some advocate Jagdish Tyagi wants to see you.

Good morning, sir.

How are you, Jolly?

All good.

So nice to see you after so long.

What brings you here?

I had a case in your court

and thought I'd come say hello.

Has your temper cooled down?

Or are you still that short-tempered lad from Meerut?

You're looking at a married man with a kid.

I've changed.

Even you have changed a lot, sir.

You look fit.

The court's buzzing about how young you look these days.

Do they call me Teddy Bear?

Not at all, sir.

They call you Tender Tiger.

Why are you standing?

-Take a seat. -Yes, yes.

Sit down. Get some tea.

-Would you like some tea? -Yes, yes.

Green tea for me and regular for him.

Jolly.

-This Tender thing is amazing. -Yes.

You know, back in the day, we used to write letters.

Or we'd write the girl's name on a kite and make it land on her roof.

But now,

you just right-swipe from the comfort of your home

and go on a date.

All my life, I thought court dates were the only ones that mattered.

But I've realized

real dates happen outside courtrooms.

Sir, I heard Justice Poonam Agarwal…

-from number 18… -Yes.

is also on Tender.

Looking for a partner.

No.

You know Poonam is…

I mean…

She's not my type.

I see.

Right.

A word of advice, sir.

Be careful.

What do you mean?

Just last month, I handled three dating app fraud cases.

-Is that so? -Yes.

There's been a sharp rise in criminal groups operating in Delhi

trapping perverted old men--

Mind your language, Mr. Jolly!

What happened, sir?

Who's a pervert?

And who's old?

-Aren't you here on an official visit? -Yes.

Then focus.

-No need to get too friendly. -Not at all.

-Or should I give you another date? -Not at all.

Sorry, sir.

Try to be friendly, and they get overfriendly.

Case No. 1722.

Janki Rajaram Solanki versus Imperial Group of Industries.

Your Honor, my client Janki Rajaram Solanki

comes from a farmer family in Bikaner.

Wait a minute, Counsel.

This case is from Bikaner.

So, what are you doing here?

Why didn't you approach the court in Rajasthan?

Your Honor, the Imperial Company is registered in Delhi.

And as per the agreement,

any appeal related to disputes must be made in the Delhi court.

Fair enough.

Who's the defense counsel?

That's me, sir!

Advocate Jagdishwar Mishra, aka Jolly.

Sorry for the late arrival, Your Lordship.

-Him… -Accept my humble greetings, sir.

I don't want anything from you.

Stay back!

I am just asking for blessings from an elder.

No, no. Stay there!

Stay back. Don't come any closer.

-But I-- -Why don't you back off

when he's telling you to?

Come stand over here.

Let him speak.

Why are you saying it?

He's the judge. Show some respect.

Is he your uncle?

He's calling you uncle, Your Honor.

I can't deal with one Jolly, and now there are two!

What am I going to do?

-What happened, sir? -I'm getting palpitations.

I don't need water! No water, please.

Take a long, deep breath, Your Honor.

Everything will be okay.

I don't want to breathe.

How can you not breathe?

Don't force him.

Listen to me, Your Honor.

I know a great doctor. I'll call him right away.

Counsel, switching boats won't calm the storm.

Oh Lord,

two Jollys have come to ruin my life.

The court is adjourned!

Your Honor.

To discuss the Indian economy and poverty,

I'd like to invite the country's greatest industrialist

and chairman of the Imperial Group.

Please put your hands together for Mr. Haribhai Khetan.

I'm not the greatest by any means.

Nor do I wish to be counted among

the country's greatest.

I'm a businessman.

I invest two rupees in the morning,

and if that grows to three rupees by the end of the day,

I go home and sleep peacefully.

Include politicians in the list of the country's greatest.

Or your favorite Bollywood stars.

Businessmen have never been considered great.

Yet you will see that

their contribution to a country's economic progress

has been no less than that of any great personality.

Still, such is the dilemma.

In every era,

businessmen have been branded as villains.

A mindset has been created.

The poor are good and the rich are bad.

Those who travel in rickshaws are honest.

Those in expensive cars are dishonest.

This mindset has severely hampered

the country's progress.

Poverty is a terrible thing!

Don't glorify it!

Address it!

Strengthen us, the corporates, to help you fight it.

Without our support, you cannot develop,

run the economy,

or become a superpower.

Thank you! Jai Hind!

I wanted to update you about

a small development, sir.

You left a family wedding midway…

and came to see me, without calling first.

I bet you a hundred thousand rupees…

that in no way is this development small.

Tell me.

Rajaram Solanki's wife has gone to court.

She filed a petition.

-Janki? -Yes.

Where is Vikram?

He's in London.

For the VM corruption case.

But don't worry.

I've hired a local lawyer.

The petition will be rejected at the next hearing.

Hundred percent.

Have you lost your mind, Srivastav?

Our project's inauguration is in a few days,

and you hired a local lawyer for such an important case.

What is wrong with you?

Haribhai, I could have hired Kapil or Harish.

But Vikram pointed out

that if we hire a high-profile lawyer,

the media will get involved.

But don't worry.

I will handle everything.

I will wrap this up before the inauguration.

Hundred percent.

What is this, sir?

It's my health report.

It's for you to read. Pick it up and read.

There was a time…

SUNDERLAL TRIPATHI

…when I was the healthiest judge in the Delhi court.

So, what changed, sir?

I met you, Mr. Tyagi.

-Land Cruiser hit-and-run case. -Right?

I swear, I was so stressed.

So stressed out

that I suffered a major heart attack after passing judgment.

I was lucky.

I had my wife, Sundari, by my side.

She saved me.

She took such good care of me

that I started getting healthy again.

Then what happened, sir?

Then you came into my life, Mr. Mishra.

The fake encounter case in Lucknow?

And you tried every way possible

to stress me out.

I was so stressed…

So stressed out…

That you suffered another heart attack?

No! My wife had a heart attack.

Sundari ma'am?

Poor thing passed away.

I'm happy again after such a long time.

But as luck would have it,

so are the two of you.

I have a request.

Don't stress me out this time. Please.

I won't be able to deal with it, I swear.

This is the Advocate Act.

All the rules and regulations are there.

Read it and please follow it.

-Alright? -Sir, his petition is weak.

The case will end today itself.

Then who knows when we will meet you again?

May what you say come true, Mr. Mishra.

I also don't want to meet you again.

But my past experience tells me that it won't be the case.

So please.

Follow the rules. Okay?

Your Honor, the late Rajaram Solanki

borrowed a sum of 75,000 rupees

from moneylender Raghunath Bhardwaj,

pledging his 3.5-acre parcel of land as collateral.

And when he couldn't repay the loan on time,

the land was transferred to Mr. Bhardwaj

as per the magistrate's order.

Later, my client, the Imperial Group,

purchased the land from Mr. Bhardwaj.

Your Honor, Raghunath Bhardwaj

illegally seized the land, using forged documents.

The truth is that Bhardwaj is an agent

of the Imperial Company,

and this agreement is fake.

He's calling the 4,260 agreements fake.

Just a minute.

Bring those!

Under the first phase of the Bikaner to Boston project,

we acquired land from 4,260 farmers.

No one has complained except this old woman.

She alone has a grievance.

In truth, this entire matter

is orchestrated by Laxmi Yadav and her NGO.

She's made a business out of

inciting farmers to blackmail businessmen.

-And on her advice… -What?

Janki Rajaram Solanki is lying in court.

That's all, Your Honor.

Show me the papers.

Mr. Tyagi, the matter isn't convincing.

Think about it. There are 4,260 farmers.

And only one is complaining.

I doubt the intention behind the petition.

This petition is rejected.

How can you reject the petition so quickly?

Give me a chance to speak.

I would have

if this looked like a solid case to me.

And don't you dare shout in my court.

Remember rule number six?

I remember, sir.

No shouting in the court.

To hell with rule number six!

This client thief

is talking nonsense in court,

and you're lecturing me about rules!

What did you call me?

Client thief?

Only out of respect for the judge,

have I not buried you six feet under, shorty.

I've dealt with the likes of you. Understand?

-It's not as easy as you think. -I'm from Kanpur, boy.

Don't force me to show my true colors,

or you'll be knocked out with a single blow.

I am from Meerut as well.

I'll cut you down to size for good.

-Try it and you'll regret it. -Leave me! Leave me!

I've dealt with many like you!

Leave me!

Look at him!

I've dealt with people like you.

It's only out of respect…

Or else?

-I will beat you to pulp. -Hello!

Mr. Tyagi! Mr. Mishra! What are you two doing?

The judge has left!

You two are just…

You had a close escape today, boy.

Speak for yourself.

Thank the judge later.

He's a nutjob.

-Mr. Srivastav. -Yes.

-Hi. -Thank you for inviting me to this party.

I've never seen a hotel like this, even in pictures.

Hotel?

This is the residence of Haribhai.

Not a hotel.

-Residence? -Hotel!

Sir, my bill is only 25,000.

Have it cleared by tomorrow. I have to pay my son's hostel fee.

Please.

You're at Haribhai Khetan's party,

and you're worried about your bill?

Take it. Put it back into your pocket.

Keep it.

Do you drink?

Then go and enjoy.

Grab a drink.

-How are you, Mr. Bhardwaj? -All good.

-It's okay. It's okay. -Hello, sir.

-It's alright. -Hello.

How are you, Gayatri?

-Hello. Hello. -All good.

Mr. Khetan is here.

Hello, sir.

How are the kids?

-Is your son back? -Yes.

-Did his surgery go well? -All good. It went smoothly.

Tell Dara.

-He can shut anyone up. -Okay, sir.

Sir, there's a project that I proposed, but it's still pending.

I'll handle that. I'll speak with the minister.

-Mr. Srivastav. -Yes.

Please introduce me to Mr. Khetan.

If I can touch his feet and tell him my name, I'll feel blessed.

Yeah.

Jolly.

It took me a year to introduce myself to him.

Two more for him to remember my name.

So, know your limits.

-Okay, Dara. -Yes.

How are you?

Yes, Haribhai.

Mr. Mishra from Kanpur!

You know my name?

I know a lot more about you.

I feel blessed. My life's a success.

-Come, let me introduce you to the others. -Yes.

Hello. Hello, enjoy.

Gentlemen, introducing Advocate Jagdishwar Mishra.

-Jolly. -Hello.

He showed exceptional talent in one of our cases today.

I had a request, Mr. Khetan.

Go ahead.

Can we speak in private?

-Mr. Desai, I'll be right back. -Sure.

He'll be back.

-Sir. -Tell me?

This is my bill.

It hasn't been cleared yet.

I told Mr. Srivastav,

and he promised to clear it by evening.

But it's still pending.

It's urgent because my son's fees have to be paid.

Or else he'll be expelled from school.

-What is the amount? -Fifty thousand.

-Lucky! -Sir

Lucky, come, son.

Yes, sir.

So, Mr. Jolly Mishra.

Jolly, henceforth, you will work only for me.

Exclusively.

Exclusively?

Then what will my salary be?

Will 50,000 be enough?

As a rich man, you don't understand inflation.

-Fifty thousand per month-- -Fifty thousand…

per day!

Per day?

Will I get this every day?

What will I have to do?

Just do what you did today.

Protect our interests.

Are you up for it?

I can give my life for you.

No doubt.

You can test me.

Okay, sir.

What are you doing here?

She hasn't said a word since she got here.

She kept asking about you.

Did you mess up again, Jolly?

Why would I?

Don't be ridiculous, Pushpa.

Ma'am, what are you doing here?

Go home.

You're wasting your time.

Go back to your home.

We'll buy a ticket for you, if needed.

Your family must be worried about you.

-Go home. -I have no family.

Everyone is dead.

The foundation stone for the first phase of the Imperial Group's

The Bikaner to Boston project was laid today in a grand ceremony.

Crowds gathered to get a glimpse of Haribhai Khetan,

the owner of the company.

Welcome. Welcome.

Local MLA Iqbal Singh Shekhawat and DM Avik Sengupta

gave a heartwarming welcome to Haribhai.

-Hello, Avik. -All good.

Meanwhile, the farmers of Parsaul village

and Poet Rajaram Solanki's suicide remained a hot topic of debate.

Down with Imperial Company!

Farmer leader Laxmi Yadav and her supporters

strongly opposed this event by waving black flags.

-Imperial Company! -Down! Down!

-Haribhai Khetan, go back! -Go back!

-Haribhai Khetan, go back! -Go back!

Haribhai Khetan, go back!

The media is unnecessarily making an issue.

Rajaram's death has nothing to do with the project.

Then why did he die by suicide?

In this country, farmers die by suicide

even if they are sitting idle.

For the compensation they receive from the government.

Sir, Rajaram died due to personal reasons.

What personal reason?

Nothing serious.

Rajaram had an extramarital affair with his daughter-in-law.

She is a widow.

They were caught red-handed a couple of days ago.

Now they are blaming me to avoid being slandered.

Are they blaming you, or is it the other way around?

Mr. MLA, there is no crime in doing business and making money.

But never slander a woman's character!

The second phase of this project

is supposed to start from Parsaul village.

How will you show up there now

and ask them to move out?

Speak up!

Srivastav.

Yes?

We're going to Rajaram's village.

Alone!

-Hello, sir. -Hello.

Greetings.

I feel terrible for the ordeal you had to face, Ms. Janki.

The only thing I can do is offer you a small gift.

What is this?

It's our way of honoring Mr. Rajaram.

A check of ten lakhs.

These are barren lands, sir.

Toss a coin and it sinks without a trace.

Gets swallowed by the sand.

The DM, the magistrate,

and the moneylender work for you.

I will not insult his death by accepting your money.

If you want to honor my father-in-law,

then return our land.

Had you made this request before tearing up the check,

I might have considered it, child.

Now you must move out of this land…

village, and your home, Ms. Janki.

-It's a cry in every village! -Move.

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Mr. Khetan.

I heard you faced serious backlash in Rajaram's village.

And his wife tore up a check worth ten lakhs

and tossed it in your face.

Please comment.

Did your people pressure Rajaram

to the point of suicide?

Look, my men and I

never pressured anyone.

Farmers from across the district

are willingly contributing to this project.

As for Rajaram, we heard it's a case

of an illicit relationship.

He and his own daughter-in-law…

It's very unfortunate.

Someone takes his life over love,

and we are the ones being questioned.

Maybe you should investigate the real cause of suicide.

Am I right, MLA sir?

Varsha.

Keep the water inside, child.

BIKANER NEWS RAJARAM COMMITTED SUICIDE

BECAUSE HE HAD AN ILLICIT AFFAIR WITH HIS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.

IMPERIAL GROUP IS INNOCENT -HARIBHAI KHETAN.

This is all I have to offer you, sir.

I already gave one to the other Jolly.

And you can keep this one.

But I am not a liar.

Bikaner to Boston!

This isn't just a project.

It's Haribhai's dream.

And no court case, appeal,

NGO, or protest can stop it.

Let me make one thing clear to you.

The timeline for this project remains as Haribhai decided.

Srivastav!

Why didn't you give me all the details

of Janki Rajaram Solanki's case, Srivastav?

You were told as much as required.

Just because you got a simple petition dismissed,

you think you're a big-shot lawyer?

Get out.

Or else I will have you thrown out.

-Get out! -Srivastav.

This is your new office, Jolly.

You should know,

it was your attitude that impressed me more than your talent.

The other day at the party,

in Srivastav's absence, you demanded

fifty thousand instead of 25,000.

No, no. I didn't mind at all.

You didn't care about who you were dealing with.

Nor did you worry about the consequences.

You saw an opportunity and grabbed it.

Jolly, don't let your emotions

hamper your potential.

You'll be left behind.

But I've already made a deal, Mr. Khetan.

And taken an advance.

But you are not the buyer.

It's someone else.

So…

Why didn't you say so earlier?

I love bidding wars as well.

Checkbook.

So tell me,

Advocate Jagdishwar Mishra.

How much did you sell yourself for?

Mr. Khetan, what is your total worth?

What is your total worth?

38,000 crore.

According to Forbes' billionaires list.

Then write a check for 19,000 crore.

Because my client paid me 50% of her total worth.

I'll be glad if you match her.

Or otherwise, Delhi has no shortage of lawyers.

You're making a mistake, Jolly.

You will regret it.

You made a mistake, Mr. Khetan.

It was wrong of you to slander an innocent girl.

You will live to regret it.

See you in court.

-Srivastav. -Yes?

Until the inauguration of Phase One…

I don't want any more drama.

Don't worry, Haribhai.

I'll watch him closely.

We have to watch both of them.

Both? Who is the other one?

The other guy.

Jolly no. 1.

DELHI SARAI ROHILLA

Stop!

Where do you think you're going?

You thought I wouldn't notice you following my client.

I wasn't following her.

I'm just trying to make things right.

This is unbelievable.

You turning over a new leaf so soon?

Ms. Janki came to my house.

After hearing her story,

I realized I shouldn't have taken up Khetan's case.

Ms. Janki came to your house?

Remember, she had two goats?

She gave you one, and here is the other one.

She left me one.

Look, I don't believe a single word.

Do you know why? Because you're a damn liar.

Why would I lie to you?

If you don't believe me, let her confirm it. Come on.

Come here. No need to confirm anything.

Understand? Leave.

-Disappear. -Are you out of your mind?

Don't try to be a lone ranger.

Let me apologize to her once. After that, let her decide.

She doesn't want to see your face.

Because I don't trust you at all.

But I do.

Ma'am.

Tell him that you came to my house.

Yes. I did go to his house.

Well, son, if you've realized your mistake,

then I can forgive you.

-I came here to apologize-- -Don't trust him.

He's two-faced.

Today, he'll say one thing, tomorrow something else.

I even accepted your apology.

They are powerful people.

In this fight against Khetan,

I need two Jollys and not one.

I told the people of Bikaner

that if they provided the foundation,

I would bring the speed.

And today, that day has arrived.

Today, Bikaner is taking its first step

toward becoming Boston.

No power in this world can slow down

this pace of progress and development.

Let's go, Bikaner!

At the grand launch of the IG Group's ambitious project,

Bikaner to Boston, Phase One,

I, Manwendra, warmly welcome you.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

This is Brian Johnson, welcoming you from the IG Racing Circuit, Bikaner.

Nigel!

We've completed the whole thing in five years.

Bikaner to Boston is not just a project.

It's a revolution.

It's a remarkable fusion of excitement and speed

in the desert sands.

Folks, I'm completely clueless.

There are camel carts on the racing track.

They're pushing the race cars.

The race cars are going in reverse gear right now.

Haribhai Khetan wanted to present a beautiful desert scene

to the world through this event.

But the camel carts on the track have changed it completely.

Seriously, Srivastav?

At least let me reach home first.

I follow orders, sir.

The old man wanted to see you immediately.

God bless.

How's VM?

He was very stressed when I got there,

but he relaxed once the extradition appeal was rejected.

I kept telling him.

"Businessmen should always keep a low profile, VM."

But he can't quit being flamboyant.

Now, he's in London, laying low.

Anyway,

did you go through our file?

The High Court has sent the case back to the lower court.

Haribhai, you have nothing to worry about.

Legally, they don't stand a chance.

Yes, it's had a serious impact

on your image and the company's brand.

But that can be fixed.

How?

The old lady. Janki.

Reach a settlement with her.

Obviously, you had no intention of making a personal comment.

You were stressed, so it led to an unintentional slip of the tongue.

The media made it front-page news, and she made it an ego issue.

Alright. Fine.

You be the bigger man, say sorry.

We move on.

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

It's a cry in every village!

Khetan is a rotten thief!

Who said it was a slip of the tongue?

This is not about profit or loss.

It's about my prestige.

You handle the court.

I'll deal with other matters.

Srivastav, I need all the details of this case immediately.

Don't leave out anything.

Every paper, every document, by 6:00 p.m. this evening, on my table.

Okay.

Oh, how's the judge?

Weird.

-Who is he? -Sunderlal Tripathi.

FEMALE DESK

Look. The oldie's back.

He met the SHO madam on a dating app.

He is pursuing her ardently.

He always makes a new excuse to come see her here.

Wonder what lost item he wants to report this time.

Jogging shoes.

Shoes?

I took them off outside my kitchen.

I went inside to make myself a protein shake.

I need it for my gym.

CHANCHAL CHAUTALA

I go to the gym every day now.

When I came out with my protein shake,

the shoes were gone.

Sir, the last time, your glasses went missing.

And before that, someone stole your car's wipers.

And now shoes?

We do not register complaints in such minor cases.

Have you lost something valuable?

I did lose something valuable.

But you won't register that complaint either.

What is it?

My heart.

Sir, what do you want?

Well, frankly speaking…

Valentine's Day dinner.

I'm on night duty.

Lunch?

What about your court?

I'll be unwell that day.

I see.

So, it's decided.

Valentine's Day, 2:00 p.m. Quality Restaurant.

Connaught Place.

I'll be waiting for you.

Good day.

Madam, say yes.

The old man won't give up until he's hitched.

Mind your business.

Ms. Janki, sign here.

Here.

What is this, son?

It's a legal document.

I must submit this in court as your lawyer.

Here.

Stop!

What's this?

You will never change.

I am her lawyer.

She doesn't need another lawyer.

Are you going to argue the case?

Who else?

Sign this, ma'am.

Don't sign that. Give me the pen.

I'll be back.

Over here.

You don't know Vikram. He's a crafty lawyer.

Not someone you can handle.

I had the High Court reopen this case.

I have a better understanding of the facts and the law in this case.

Understood?

You forgot how I got your petition rejected the last time?

I vanquished you.

Facts and laws are never enough to win cases.

Don't make it an ego issue. Let me argue.

You love to argue, don't you?

Here's my advice. Be my sidekick.

You'll learn a few tricks.

Okay?

Wants to argue the case.

I think it's Mr. Vikram.

Mr. Vikram.

The villagers are accusing the local authorities--

Is it right to make a race track on farmers' land?

The matter is sub judice. I never comment on a sub judice matter.

-Sir, could you please… -No comment.

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

My Lordship.

The entire case is a conspiracy to damage

my client, Haribhai Khetan's business interest.

Because, despite all the spectacle and allegations,

let's not forget that

in this case,

there is still only one petitioner, Your Honor.

Only one.

And that one petitioner

is backed up by an NGO

with dubious credentials and a questionable track record.

Janki is not alone, Your Honor.

There are forty other petitioners.

Make way.

Now what?

-Your Honor-- -I have understood.

You want the next hearing to study the petitions.

-Fine. I will give it. -No, Your Honor.

Can I just see the petitions?

Can I just run through them once?

Of course, that's your legal right.

Absolutely. You can take a look.

Mr. Jolly, give him a copy.

Mr. Vikram, you should ask for another date--

Just one minute, Your Honor.

Your Honor, these petitions are irrelevant to this case.

Meaning?

The Bikaner to Boston project has two phases.

The land acquisition formalities of Phase One were completed a year ago.

All farmers have been paid.

All grievances, all disputes have been settled.

After that,

the local administration issued

land possession certificates to the Imperial Group.

The lands of these 40 people

were acquired one year ago under Phase One.

If anyone had an objection,

what were they doing for a year?

If anyone still has an objection,

they need to go to the DM's office, and not this court.

The district administration is in cahoots with the company.

The Land Acquisition Act has been blatantly abused.

Despite the farmers' objections,

the DM issued the possession certificates to the company.

And now he wants them to take it up with the same DM who committed this fraud.

Mind your language, Counsel.

He's a senior civil servant.

Look at your petition.

Show me where in your petition you've mentioned

that the DM committed fraud and the Land Acquisition Act was violated.

Sorry, Your Honor. I left that out in my haste.

But I will fix it in the revised petition.

Throwing a classic punch after the fight's lost

is a rookie move.

I told you, Your Honor.

I will fix it in the revised petition.

Can you spell "revised"?

Isn't this your petition?

You've spelled "petitioner" as "prisoner."

Do you spell "district court" as "disco court"?

And what you've written for "land" can't be repeated in court.

Who writes like this?

Listen to me, Your Honor.

I've heard enough.

Yours is not the only case in this court.

Sit down.

Mr. Vikram.

Thank you so very much.

You've cleared up all the confusion.

The case has become crystal clear.

Bravo. Wasn't your father a judge in the High Court?

Yes.

Pedigree.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I have a small request, Your Honor.

Yes. Tell me.

If you could pass the order today…

You see, when the work gets halted,

it results in severe losses.

You are right, but I won't be able to pass the order today.

Why, Your Honor?

You see, Mr. Vikram,

I am not qualified like you.

I mean, I will have to consult a few books.

I will have to speak with a few seniors, too.

The matter has been referred

to my court again by the High Court.

So, I will have to work professionally.

If there is any mistake,

you know how the High Court is. This will stall my promotion.

Your Honor, can I please sincerely request that--

Enough, Mr. Vikram.

Order on the next date.

Court adjourned.

Sir.

If you don't mind, can I ask you something?

Sure.

Sir, for the first time,

you didn't pass the order

even after the arguments had ended.

Sir, you always give an operative order of two lines.

What do you think?

Sir, I feel that Jolly has got

one more chance for the next hearing.

I've known the two Jollys for many years.

They are foolish.

And immature.

They aren't highly educated.

But they are honest.

That's why they are still struggling in their lives.

Fine.

I gave them a chance.

Let's see what happens.

But that's partiality, sir.

Qasim.

In our constitution,

there are two very important things.

Letter

and spirit.

What's written in the law

and its sentiment.

Everybody focuses on the letter.

Follows what's written.

Close the files and go home. Right?

Due to which the spirit, the sentiment behind it,

is forgotten.

Sometimes I try to hold on to the sentiment.

Right?

It's not called partiality.

It's called an attempt to know the truth.

Hey, client thief!

I saw you snickering in court.

You saw how you messed up?

Now the case is stuck.

I told you to let me argue.

But you were hell-bent upon doing it on your own. Now go.

What do you know about the Land Acquisition Act?

It's a technical matter, you moron.

Not like selling betel leaf.

I am being polite. So be respectful.

Or I'll squash you like a bug.

Come on, hit me.

Hit me, come on.

What happened?

Hit me.

I'll punch you in the face. Drop it.

Is this not funny? Come on. Laugh.

Laugh.

Come on.

Laugh now.

Enough!

Go ahead, make the video, man.

Mr. Vikram, you were superb today.

Thank you.

Now I know why VM was so keen to have you in London.

Hats off, sir.

This is your golden opportunity, DM sir.

Go full throttle.

And complete the possession formalities for the second phase.

Of course, Mr. Srivastav.

I'm in constant touch with my team.

We'll wrap up the possession formalities in no time.

What about Parsaul village?

When will we get that?

That will take… some time, sir.

You know, it's a slightly sensitive issue.

So?

Everything else can wait.

But Parsaul is a priority.

Sir, I'm speaking with the local authorities.

But to avoid any more controversy

-the right time-- -Right time?

Right time!

Their petition has been thrown out.

Both Jollys are squabbling like children.

The court is in our favor,

and you're waiting for the right time?

This is India, Mr. Avik.

Try to solve one problem,

and four more stare you in the face.

Please don't delay it.

Two lawyers in a brutal fight.

A video of two lawyers brawling in the Delhi Court premises is going viral.

One of the lawyers, Jagdishwar Mishra, is a resident of Kanpur,

and the other is Jagdish Tyagi, who is from Meerut.

They had some sort of--

This wasn't right, Jolly.

He started it.

He was making fun of me instead of helping me.

He was laughing at me.

Why were you laughing in court?

Tell me?

Speak up!

Did you hear his petition?

It sounded like a joke.

You could have helped him draft it.

I know why you didn't help him.

You want to fight this case alone.

You alone want to break Khetan's pride.

Mishra is smart.

We need someone cunning like him.

What do you want me to do?

Go and apologize?

Worship him?

I don't care, Jolly.

But if your personal issues

affect Ms. Janki's case,

I'll never speak to you again.

That's not fair at all.

You know what I would've done if I were you?

What?

I would've landed up at his house with this,

given him a piece of my mind.

Then poured two large drinks.

If she loses this case with the two of you on her side,

then shame on you, Jolly.

Don't taunt me again.

I brought you to this posh restaurant.

-Yes. Table for four. -Yes, sir?

Sorry, sir. There's a waiting time of two hours.

Two hours?

Sir, it's Valentine's Day today.

-So, we're extremely sorry. -Oh, God.

Now what?

How about Kake's Diner?

-Good idea. It's a nice place. -Gosh!

This is the first time you've brought us to a nice place.

And there's waiting.

We have such bad luck.

It's not our luck, but their intentions that are bad.

You knew this place would be packed.

That's why you didn't book a table in advance.

You intended to take us to the diner.

I'm going to eat here.

If this was their plan,

then we'll eat right here today.

But there are no tables available.

Are we going to sit on the floor?

We don't care.

There is one table available.

And a big one.

I mean, you…

Honestly…

By God!

You're looking just like Kareena Kapoor in this dress.

Even you look alright in this suit.

Suits you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Thank you.

Hello, sir.

Hello, hello.

-Hello, sir. -Hello.

Jolly, what are you two doing here?

It's Valentine's Day.

Yes.

And you're celebrating Father's Day with your daughter.

-Very sweet. -Very sweet.

-Very sweet, sir. -Looking nice, sir.

Are you two high?

What daughter? Whose daughter?

We are on a date.

-Is she your date? -Yes!

She's your date?

-Yes. -Bravo, sir. Well done.

You've maintained yourself pretty well, madam.

Are you into Zumba?

Why does it matter to you?

Leave it. She's maintained herself. It's alright.

-Sir, I apologize on his behalf. -Alright.

-Sorry. Sorry. -It's alright.

But what are you two doing here?

This is an expensive place. I hope you know.

We know, sir.

But we came to celebrate Valentine's Day with our wives.

But there is not a single table available.

We don't know where we'll go now.

Madam, I had a suggestion.

If you don't mind, we'll just sit here.

-Great idea. -We'll quietly eat our food.

-Good idea. -Not at all.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Sir, you have four empty seats. We'll just occupy…

Please tell him.

-Some idea-- -You…

Permission granted.

Look, sir. She grabbed your hand and allowed it.

She's allowed it.

-Thank you. -Sir. Sir.

Okay.

Rasmalai for sir.

Brownie with chocolate sauce for you, sir.

And cheesecake for the lady.

This is nice, sir. Brownie with chocolate sauce.

-Yes. -Cheers.

Amazing.

Madam, just…

Thank you.

Mishra!

You…

Usha, she…

-It's Pushpa. -Pushpa, that was…

-I-- -You…

Go to hell!

Listen to me, Pushpa.

Get lost!

-Keep your leg inside. -Go.

Pushpa. Listen to me.

Why can't they watch where they are going?

That's the problem with them.

Always fighting over little things.

I'll go get them.

Yes.

Sandhya, come with me.

-Are you coming, sir? -Why should I?

This is your case. You handle it.

-But what happened? -Mishra!

That escalated really fast.

Yes, but on the brighter side,

we finally have some peace at the table.

-Sir. Bill! -That's right.

Yes.

24,750!

Oh, God!

Those two lawyers pulled a fast one on you.

One little seed, two little seeds

The pigeon fell for the seeds

Now you must pay for The mistakes you never made

Damn rascals!

One little seed, two little seeds

The pigeon fell for the seeds

Sir, the local body has refused to evacuate the village.

Are you serious?

But you said it was a piece of cake.

Rajaram's words have now found a voice in those villagers.

They are all stubborn.

Sugarcoating the bitter truth won't change the reality.

Did you see?

Mr. Khetan was right.

Try to solve one problem, and four more pop up!

What do we do now?

In my opinion, you should invoke

the Emergency Clause and get the village evacuated in 24 hours.

Twenty-four hours!

Yes, sir!

And if they refuse to leave?

Then we use the police's baton, sir.

I'm holding the notice

from district officer Mr. Avik Sengupta.

It states that if we don't evacuate the village within 24 hours,

then it will be treated as illegal possession

by villagers on government land.

Rascals! How dare they call it illegal! This is our village and our land.

I am a retired soldier, sir.

I fought the enemy at the border.

And I'll deal with them here if required.

We'll take the hits and bullets.

-But we will save the village. -It's not about…

-We'll take the hits and bullets. -But we will save the village.

-We'll take the hits and bullets. -But we will save the village.

-District authority… -Down! Down!

-District authority… -Down! Down!

RAJASTHAN GOVERNMENT

VILLAGE COUNCIL PARSAUL

Listen to me carefully.

They want you to get violent.

That will give them an excuse to shoot.

Remember, the case is still in the Delhi Court.

Even if they try to provoke us or threaten us,

we will not respond with violence.

Just take your cell phones out

and aim them at them like a gun.

Come on. Do it.

-District authority! -Down! Down!

-We'll take the hits and bullets. -But we will save the village.

-We'll take the hits and bullets. -But we will save the village.

-We'll take the hits and bullets. -But we will save the village.

-District authority! -Down! Down!

-District authority! -Down! Down!

My dear brothers and sisters of Parsaul.

This is district officer Avik Sengupta.

I am requesting you to cooperate with the government.

Have faith in us.

And follow the evacuation orders.

We are just doing our duty.

The homes and lands being taken from you under the Land Acquisition Act…

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sir, the target is in clear sight.

Then don't miss, young man.

Fire.

Help us resolve this matter.

Charge!

Over there on the roof!

-Move back. Back! -Strike them down!

Hurry up!

Take him quickly.

Move, move.

No!

Please don't!

FARMER MEMORIAL LATE RAJARAM SOLANKI

Your eyes have welled up

With tears

The scattered pieces

Are of your heart

We were always with you

We were always with you

Our land is asking

Why has this happened?

Oh, why?

Oh, why?

O motherland Why can't we call you ours?

Oh, why?

Oh, why?

O motherland Why can't we call you ours?

Are you okay?

Jolly! Jolly!

Farmers or hooligans?

Exactly.

The blood-stained walls of Parsaul ask this question.

A violent mob of farmers

not only defied official orders

but also opened fire on local administration officer Avik Sengupta.

-Hurry up! -Come on!

I've nurtured your earth

Bowed to you in prayer

Lost our sleep And lived out your dreams

Every vow and duty

I've stayed true and done

We hummed only your songs

We kept every promise we made

Every promise you ever made

How can we forget?

Oh, why?

Oh, why?

O motherland, Why can't we call you ours?

Oh, why?

Oh, why?

O motherland Why can't we call you ours?

DISTRICT AND SESSIONS COURT, DELHI

Will this camera always be pointed at me?

Yes, sir. The main camera stays on you,

and this one is on the lawyers.

Can you do me a favor?

Could you shift the camera to my left side?

I look more plump from the right.

Not that I am, but the camera is unforgiving.

-Absolutely, sir. -Just a bit…

-Yes, over here. -Good morning, Lordship.

President, good morning.

What's going on, sir?

What's with all the cameras?

We're preparing to stream live.

But isn't that only for the High Court or the Supreme Court?

Normally, yes. But this is just a trial run,

basically a test.

The judgment on Janki's case is today.

Even I might go viral this way.

Great. You might just trend today, sir.

Good day, sir.

Yeah, good day.

Hello.

Good morning, Ms. Chanchal.

Well, I'll be live on the Internet today.

You must watch.

And whenever I smile at the camera,

it'll be meant for you.

Alright.

Okay. Bye.

That's right.

Sir, one selfie.

When Dr. Desai comes,

leave this over there.

-Keep this. -Yes, sir.

Sit.

Begin.

Your Honor, with your kind permission, I'd like to call--

Hold on.

Mr. Khetan.

Such an esteemed personality has graced my court today, Mr. Vikram.

Let me greet him first.

Hello, Mr. Khetan.

-Hello. -Big fan, sir.

I know this place isn't suitable for you,

but try to bear with it, sir.

It's okay.

Sit, please. Have a seat.

Yes, proceed.

Your Honor, although the verdict on the case

was given in the previous hearing,

we were awaiting court orders.

But in light of the violence

that erupted in Parsaul village,

you decided to continue the proceedings, which we fully support.

You'll have to support it.

Nine people are dead.

Houses were razed with bulldozers.

The court must reflect.

Your Honor, I fully understand and agree with you.

The events that took place in Bikaner have sparked a major debate in society

about farming, development,

land rehabilitation, and economic progress.

To better understand these issues, I would like to invite

a renowned economist of our country, Dr. Milind Desai, as an expert witness.

-Go ahead. -Thank you.

Sir.

Thank you very much for coming, Dr. Desai.

Pleasure.

Please tell us, in Bikaner, three years ago,

did your consultancy firm, Advantage,

conduct an agriculture assessment study in Bikaner?

Yes, it's true.

Your Honor.

Mind showing that again, Mr. Vikram?

Please tell the court about the important conclusions of that study.

We found that 80% of the farmers

were either small or medium-sized,

who still use traditional methods of farming.

Without industrialization, development,

and alternative employment for farmers,

they will be forced to commit suicide, just like in other states.

But Dr. Desai, how do we separate a farmer from farming?

How can farmers survive without it?

This is a common misconception.

Farmers can never survive solely on farming.

If you want what's best for the farmers,

then they must be separated from their lands.

And stop these MSP and subsidy handouts,

which we've been distributing for years.

In fact, my study also says that

if farmers sell their lands

and invest in stock markets,

they can earn more income compared to farming.

-What is he saying? -Is he crazy?

Thank you very much, Dr. Desai.

Your Honor, take a close look at this picture.

On one end is an India at the helm of a racing car

that understands its potential.

It's confident.

Wants to progress at the speed of a bullet train.

And on the other is an India on a camel

that thinks it's undeserving, weak.

And is scared to compete with the world markets.

Your Honor, I have a question for each one here.

Why is it a big deal if they built a racing track?

Or five-star hotels. What's wrong?

Your Honor, why are we Indians so apologetic about luxury?

Why do we have to fly to Dubai for shopping?

Why not here?

Why can't we have casinos like Las Vegas in Punjab?

Why can't we have international standards of car racing

in Rajasthan, Your Honor?

Your Honor, over 35 crore Indians belong to the middle class.

They have bulging pockets.

If we don't build infrastructure in our country,

this money will be spent abroad.

And all infrastructure demands

a sacrifice from some people.

That is how the modern economy works, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I want to ask.

What did my client do wrong?

He invested 1,500 crore of his hard-earned money

in a project in a rural, backward area.

And what did he get in return?

False accusations. Fake court cases.

Insults.

And look at him.

He's quietly sitting in court, despite everything.

Because, Your Honor, he has faith in the country's judicial system.

Your Honor, the world has changed.

It's become a global village.

And ways of doing business have also changed in this new world.

If you have money in your pocket,

then wheat, rice, pulses, and everything is available globally.

The emphasis should be on income.

The condition of the farmers is not as bad as it's painted.

In 1975, the MSP for wheat was 76 rupees per quintal,

which today has risen to 1,525 rupees.

That is 20 times higher, Your Honor.

And this is nothing.

Farmers today can afford five-star hotels

and travel in luxury cars, but they won't.

Because some people don't want them to grow.

Because NGOs need tragic stories

to keep their foreign funding alive.

That is the reality of this situation,

and that is the image that this man wants to change!

So, I ask you again, what did he do wrong?

Your Honor, I beg of you.

For two seconds, forget Haribhai Khetan.

Forget this case.

If this project gets derailed,

Haribhai has nothing to lose.

The Imperial Group has nothing to lose.

But the country has everything to lose.

If this project gets derailed,

industrialists will think twice before investing in any rural area.

Think about this, Your Honor.

That's all.

Mr. Jolly.

Would you like to add something, or should we proceed?

I'd like to ask the renowned economist

Dr. Milind Desai a few questions.

Of course.

Please come.

Thank you very much, Dr. Desai.

At least you admitted that

farming is driving farmers to suicide.

Because, according to some people,

these suicides are driven solely by illicit relationships.

Mr. Vikram, could I look at that report?

Sir, my beautiful wife.

She's been to your court before.

Always brings me good luck.

-Yes, we've met. -Hello.

Hello.

Please take a seat.

This is a report of your Bikaner study.

You must have conducted such studies

in other states as well.

Several.

I have an entire space in my office dedicated to these reports.

Then you'll be needing more space.

But you don't have to worry when you have Mr. Khetan on your side.

Mr. Khetan, buy him a penthouse.

Dr. Desai, I was checking your firm's website.

Why is it that you conduct studies

wherever Mr. Khetan plans his next project?

Take a look. Khetan Steel Mill was set up in Jharkhand in 2008.

And in your study, you mentioned

that the tribals should evacuate their lands

and give them up for the mill.

Later, in 2012, six villages in Himachal

were evacuated for a hydro project.

And your study said it was essential

for the growth of the energy sector.

Then, Orissa in 2015, West Bengal in 2017.

-2019-- -Mr. Jolly.

What are you trying to suggest?

We are professionals.

This is-- It's a coincidence.

Coincidence or cooperation?

Close cooperation.

I don't know what you are trying to imply here.

Dr. Desai, is it not true that your firm, Advantage,

has conducted most studies for the Imperial Group?

And in the last seven years,

you received 26 crore in fees

from the Imperial Group?

Yes or no, just tell us.

What is your point, Mr. Jolly?

The point is, Dr. Milind Desai is not an independent expert.

In fact, he's an agent for the Imperial Group.

Objection, Your Honor.

Dr. Desai is a respected national figure.

This is no way to talk to him. He needs to apologize.

Sorry, sir. Sorry.

I retract the word "agent,"

and would like to say Dr. Desai

is a broker for the Imperial Group.

Objection, Your Honor. What exactly is happening here?

What…

What are you doing, Mr. Jolly?

Is this not acceptable?

Alright. I apologize.

Sir, I retract the word "broker,"

and would like to say Dr. Desai is a pimp for the Imperial Group.

He is Khetan's pimp,

who helps him rob the farmers of their rights.

-Objection-- -Don't!

I didn't interrupt when you were talking.

Now, you will have to listen to my argument.

This is not a report, Your Honor.

It's their modus operandi.

A new way to commit a crime.

This report contains all the information related to the farmers in Bikaner.

Lands in possession.

Details about the family members.

Personal possessions like TV, bikes, or cars.

Marital status of their daughters.

If they have health issues or if they're looking for jobs.

Details about their farm debt.

Their choice of food.

Whether they have mango or guava trees at home.

Everything, sir.

All the information is in this survey, sir.

They gather everything.

Later, employees of the Imperial company study the reports

and make a list of desperate farmers.

They then send in moneylenders like Bhardwaj

and seize their lands for peanuts.

People are threatened

that the government will seize their lands.

You'll be left with nothing.

Sell it to us.

That's what they say!

They offer money to the greedy

and scam the rest with forged documents.

That's what happened with Rajaram Solanki, sir.

By them.

They did it, sir.

Mr. Vikram.

That was an amusing speech you gave.

You had me confused whether to laugh or be appalled.

What were your words?

"Haribhai Khetan invested 1,500 crore of his hard-earned money in this project"?

1,500 crore of his hard-earned money?

No shame at all.

Your Honor, for the Bikaner to Boston project,

Imperial Group borrowed 410 crore

from the National Bank of Punjab,

530 crore from the State Bank of Rajasthan,

and 200 crore from the United Bank of Bharat.

And when that wasn't enough,

he borrowed 360 crore from the Life Corporation of India!

Each one of his projects is backed by government banks.

Who does this money in government banks belong to?

Is this Khetan's personal fund?

No! It belongs to the common man.

To you, me, the farmers!

Mr. Vikram was right about one thing in his speech.

The MSP for a quintal of wheat in 1975 was 76 rupees,

and today it has increased nearly twenty times to 1,525 rupees.

But here's what he conveniently left out.

In 1975, a peon's salary was 180 rupees.

Today, it has risen to 22,000.

A farmer's income went up 20 times,

while a peon's income grew 150 times.

When the country was starving,

we had no money to import food.

The government, along with the entire system,

went begging to our farmers.

"Please, sir. Help us, O provider. We're starving. Help us!"

With sheer hard work, they brought the Green Revolution to the country.

Now, having served their purpose,

farmers are treated as inconsequential.

A burden.

Any support extended to them is labeled as charity.

But when corporate giants are given tax exemptions worth billions,

they call it an incentive, an elegant word they've coined.

And when an entitled rich man

flees to London with billions fleeced from government banks,

then people like Vikram fly to London

in private jets to defend them.

And call their scam a non-performing asset.

The policies in this country are being written by people

who can't tell the difference between spinach and mustard greens.

Janki's village is being evacuated

just because of a billionaire's ego.

Because he couldn't digest the fact that

a poor farmer's widow

tore his check, threw it in his face,

and stood up to him as an equal.

You want the farmers' cooperation?

I can help you.

Honestly. It's easy, sir.

I guarantee every farmer in Bikaner

will hand over their land without charging a single penny.

If he agrees to make them shareholders in his project.

They won't charge a single penny.

Ask him, sir? Does he agree?

Do you? Speak up.

He's giving me dirty looks, sir.

Speak up? Do you agree or not?

How can he agree, sir?

Impossible.

Because the land, which they secured for 875 rupees per square meter,

is being sold at 25,000 rupees per square meter to foreign investors.

Their damn intentions are evil!

Your Honor, I request you with folded hands

to introduce agriculture and farming as

compulsory topics in our schools.

Or else the future generations will think

food is produced by Ziggy and Gomato.

Sorry for the interruption, Your Honor.

But this is not a farmer's rally, but the courtroom.

We've heard his speech.

-Could you please announce the verdict? -One minute, sir.

Before the verdict, I want to present a witness.

What witness, Your Honor?

It's time for the closing arguments now.

The case proceedings are over.

You are right, but let's hear the witness.

Call your witness, Mr. Jolly. Call him.

But, Your Honor--

I am allowing it, Mr. Vikram. Take a seat.

He's allowing it. Sit down.

He told you to sit down. Sit down.

Alright, call your witness.

He's on the way, Your Honor.

He'll be here any second.

Objection, Your Honor!

This is a joke, right? A prank.

What's the meaning of he'll be here soon?

What is going on?

Call your witness.

Please, sir. I need only ten minutes.

I cannot give you any more time.

If you don't have any witnesses, I am announcing the verdict.

I am only asking for ten minutes, sir.

You can allow me ten minutes, please.

-Note down the verdict. -Hold it.

Please listen to me. I am begging you, sir.

I am on my knees.

Please, sir. Just listen to me.

What are you doing?

I'll lie down. I'll lie down on the floor.

No need to lie down anywhere.

Get up! Now!

What is the matter?

Sir. I need to rush to the washroom.

It's urgent. I can't control it.

If my witness doesn't show up by then,

I am ready to do whatever you want.

What did you have for dinner last night?

Kidney beans?

No, sir. Chickpeas.

They both have the same effect.

Yes, sir. But chickpeas cause acidity.

Fine. Go. And hurry back.

I'll be back in a jiffy, sir.

Is this a circus, Vikram?

What is this place?

Is this a courtroom or a public toilet?

Mr. Khetan, relax. These things can't be controlled.

It's the call of nature.

Mr. Vikram, please ask him to mind his language in court.

Control, my foot!

-What are you doing? -I can't believe this.

Who made this clown the judge?

Alright. Alright, Mr. Khetan.

Let the poor boy go.

You can also go if you want.

You'll feel lighter.

Is he some kind of prince

that I have to wait for his witness?

Me?

It's because of idiots like you that our judiciary is in this state!

-Haribhai. -Enough, Mr. Khetan.

Not another word.

Lord Krishna has said in the Gita

that one should forgive three mistakes of every fool

but not the fourth.

You called my courtroom a toilet.

I said nothing.

You called me a clown.

I said nothing.

You called me an idiot, but I didn't object.

But don't utter a word after this.

I am your fan, not your servant.

Haribhai.

My servants are smarter than you!

-You idiot! -Haribhai.

-Quiet. Quiet. -What quiet?

Will you keep quiet?

What is he doing?

Damn fool.

I've held this Taj Mahal many times before, but never used it.

I'll aim for your head

and you'll be sporting a bump for the rest of your life!

I will report this.

-You will regret this. -Haribhai.

I will regret this? You will regret it!

I'll send you to jail for contempt of court!

And Mr. Vikram, you should tell him.

Today is Friday. He won't get bail before Monday.

Even if he's some big-shot.

Sit!

Sir, water.

Well, a ten-minute recess for everyone

except for Haribhai Khetan.

Break for the staff as well. Go.

Inspector, post two constables near him.

I don't want to hear a single word from his mouth.

I am fine.

I am fine.

I am fine.

I am fine.

I am fine.

I am fine.

I am fine.

Mr. Shaitan.

You should post four constables, sir.

Are you okay?

Come.

-Careful. -Meet Ms. Janki!

DM sir, we know your condition is critical,

but you still showed up in court to record your statement.

I am highly obliged.

Is it true that several real estate agents

in the Bikaner to Boston project were front men for Imperial Group,

and were buying land on their behalf?

Yes. It's true.

Was real estate agent Raghunath Bhardwaj one of them?

Yes. He's one of them.

DM sir, did the farmers start the violence in Parsaul,

and did they shoot at you as well?

No. No.

After the surgery, a .308-caliber bullet

was recovered from my body,

which belongs…

to a CZ 750 rifle.

And this rifle is registered

to local MLA Iqbal Singh Shekhawat.

One last question.

DM sir.

Did you accept a bribe to work

in the interest of the Imperial Group in this project?

Yes…

Yes, sir.

That's all.

Mr. Vikram, cross?

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Very well.

Mr. Jolly, please conclude.

Sir, my senior advocate,

Jagdish Tyagi, aka Jolly, is present in court.

And he will conclude on our behalf.

Come on.

Your Honor, I heard Mr. Vikram's speech on the Internet.

I completely agree with Mr. Vikram.

He is right.

India wants to move forward at the speed of a bullet train.

To move forward, infrastructure is necessary.

And to build that infrastructure, sacrifice…

Sacrifice is important, sir.

A few months ago, I read an article.

The government wants to build

an international economic center in Delhi.

The land needed to build

the infrastructure has been acquired,

except for a few houses in a posh neighborhood.

Vasu, where are the photos I gave you?

This one?

Sir, the government wants to

acquire this house for the project.

And the owner of this luxurious mansion is Haribhai Khetan.

Take a look, Haribhai.

The country's progress depends on it.

You must own a hundred-odd other properties like this.

Sacrifice one for the country.

It won't make a difference to you.

Yes?

Guess I hit a nerve.

Doesn't matter.

Maybe someone else.

There is no dearth of patriots in this country.

Give me the other photo.

I have it.

This one?

Sir, this farmhouse is situated in the same area.

The project can be completed even if this is acquired.

And the owner of this beautiful farmhouse is Vikram Rai Chaudhary.

Sir, I am completely sure Mr. Vikram

will sacrifice his farmhouse for this project.

Won't you?

As you said, Mr. Vikram,

some people will have to make sacrifices for the infrastructure to grow.

Oh, so the sacrifice has to be made by someone else, not you.

Unbelievable.

Sir, there's another home.

This house is smaller, but the project can be completed

with the acquisition of this one.

What do you think, sir?

Will the owner of this house give it up for the country?

Counsel, why are you using my house?

I am serious, sir.

You'll get double the market price.

No.

The country's progress depends on it.

What are you doing?

I assure you, I will get you three times the price.

The price doesn't matter when I am not selling, Counsel.

But why not, sir?

My house, my choice.

That's exactly our case, sir.

Haribhai's choice is respected.

Vikram Rai Chaudhary's choice is respected.

Even yours.

Justice Sunderlal Tripathi's choice is respected.

Then tell me, sir…

why isn't Janki Rajaram Solanki's choice respected?

It's alright.

In accordance with the decisions taken by the Supreme Court,

this court admits it has no right

to define progress.

But keeping in mind the irregularities

in the use of the Land Acquisition Act

in the Bikaner to Boston project,

the court instructs

that the lands

be returned to all the farmers

along with compensation.

The court also directs the state government

to form a judicial commission

that will investigate the causes

and circumstances of

Rajaram Solanki's and Varsha Solanki's

deaths and strictly punish the guilty.

-Hail the soldier! -Hail the farmer!

-Hail the soldier! -Hail the farmer!

-Hail the soldier! -Hail the farmer!

-Hail the soldier! -Hail the farmer!

AUSPICIOUS START

My name is Akshay Kumar,

and with me is Mr. Arshad Warsi.

-How do you feel working with me? -It's a great feeling.

-A lot-- -I am having a lot of fun.

And Mr. Arshad is like my child.

I loved him like a mother

and fed him milk.

Roll sound. Three, two, one.

Action.

Madam, I am his lawyer.

Jagdishwar Mishra, aka Jolly.

Jolly LLB 1, the first day of shoot,

was at this same location. This place here.

Look how he's giving me dirty looks, sir.

Ready!

Guess what, we're back

on the set of Jolly LLB…

At least have a couple of rotis.

Say your line.

I called you that. What will you do?

I'll file a case against you.

Feels exactly like we're at a college reunion.

It's a very unique feeling.

Will you stay quiet or not?

Sit. Sit.

Why are you giving him extra attention?

-Just because he's senior? -No, sir.

People care more for those who get nervous more.

Ms. Chanchal Chautala.

It's nice.

First of all, I want to commend all of you.

Without any complaints, you all stood here. Thank you very much.

Going for take. Final checks. We'll go for take.

-Wow! -He's the captain of the ship,

and the ship is called the Titanic.

These days, one is surrounded by flowers,

but still, some thorns come in the way in court.

You are sounding like a gardener.

Nice!

For the first time on a race track,

-there are going to be camel carts. -Camels.

I see camels here. What is going on?

How can you not breathe?

Don't force him.

Hey, hi. What's up?

With me is Arshad.

And together we're doing weird things.

Because our director's name is Subhash "Weirdo" Kapoor.

Action.

-Hail the soldiers! -Hail the farmer!

-Hail the soldiers! -Hail the farmer!

Brilliant! Thank you, Mr. Akshay.

The banter I get while working with Arshad,

the arguments we have,

it is Jolly vs. Jolly.

Sir…

You can see

-if he wants another take… -Hundred percent, he needs one more.

I've never seen a greedier director than him.

-Okay, see you later. -Thank you, sir.

And do some weird stuff again.