Vishwa, is that how you speak with girls?
Mom, what are you doing here?
The doctor has asked you to rest.
I told Makaji and Kondaji
to inform me every time Nandini comes to Nagar.
What is it? Why are you glaring at them?
Look, Vishwanath. I don't know what your job
and the British government have taught you.
But I've never taught you to insult girls.
Mom...
Nandini, I apologise to you for Vishwanath's behaviour.
No, aunt. What are you doing? You needn't do it.
Why are you interfering in this?
You don't know the nature of Shirdi's residents.
Try talking to them about their benefit. But no!
After all, they're blinded by Sai's superstitions.
Aunt, I thought I would meet sir,
finish our conversation, and meet you at home before leaving.
But staying around people who have such hatred
towards Baba suffocates me.
Yes, sir. Yes. I know it's a large order.
I had thought of convincing Jhipri upon returning.
But I am not interested in working
for the man who doesn't respect my Baba.
[tense music playing]
Jhipri, let's go.
[tense music playing]
Sai, why are you not asking us a riddle? Is someone coming?
It's not one person. Multiple will come. You'll see it.
Sai, do you meet new people daily?
Yes, we must meet new people
to learn something from them.
[mellow music playing]
The disease is internal.
Yet, the ointment is applied externally.
Everyone tells the symptoms. The roots are ignored steadily.
Bala and Vitthal, sit here.
So, kids, what will you ask if I tell you to ask
something for yourselves?
- I will ask for a guava. - I will ask for beautiful clothes.
Sai, I want to eat mangoes.
I want lots of toys.
Vitthal, what do you want?
[pensive music playing]
You can whisper it in my ears if you don't want to say it out loud.
[mellow music playing]
My mom's love.
[mellow music playing]
Hmm. So, today's riddle is that
it never gives up or gets tired.
It moves forward with her tiny feet.
It's the key to fulfiling your dreams. Tell me, what is it?
- Tiny feet? - Never gets tired!
- The key to fulfiling your dreams? - Effort.
Yes, Sai. Uncle Madhav told me that you lose
when you stop putting in efforts.
Your Uncle Madhav is correct. Go and play now.
[joyful music playing]
Vitthal, I want to swing there.
Wait, Bala. You will fall.
Persistent efforts can pierce
the largest mountain.
Sai, I will try to get mom's love.
Bala is alone. May I go?
Go.
He likes it so much!
Oh, wow! Such lovely flowers!
Did you get it for me?
I will get it for you tomorrow.
This is for mom.
Is it? Okay. Give it to your mom.
Mom?
[suspenseful music playing]
Hey! Take it.
Here. I'll do this.
[joyful music playing]
Show me.
Sai, I gave flowers to mom. She accepted them.
I will try to give her such good things
that she will soon call me her lovely son.
Bala and I, both of us!
She will love me a lot.
Hey, Shankar! Take your sack!
[Dalvi scoffing]
Didn't you hear me? Take the sack.
What happened so early in the morning?
Don't you understand at once? I told you to lift the sack!
Come on. Pick it up!
Pick it up!
Take a look. Everyone, look here!
From here to there
is my shop's boundary.
Hereafter, nobody is allowed to keep
anything inside this boundary. Do you understand?
Yeah, right. That's nice!
- I will also set the boundaries for my shop. - Sure, do it.
Nobody will keep anything in front of my shop.
Everyone is setting boundaries. Then, why won't I?
I will also make a boundary.
Everyone can make it.
It's your right to set the boundary. Make it.
Everyone has the right. Make it.
Shirdi is being divided.
No, Sai. Mr Dalvi said
every shop owner needs some rights
to prevent people from keeping things in front of their shop.
The logic you apply to your shop
will also be applied to your house.
Everyone will gradually make a boundary
around their house in Shirdi.
What I did was not wrong.
It is wrong, Mr Dalvi. Sai is correct.
You need my permission
before doing anything like this.
I am the chief of this village.
I won't allow anyone to do this.
Only one thing hinders the progress
of honesty, kindness and development.
Hatred.
Hatred grows with such lines.
Stay away from these lines. Stay away from hatred.
Let's go, Mr Appa.
[devotional song playing]
Baba, I am at sir's house.
But I will not cross this threshold.
I want to check if aunt is okay.
I sent Makaji and Kondaji to Shirdi to summon Nandini here.
I wouldn't call her this far to humiliate her.
It's such a large order. The quilts will go to London.
But she doesn't understand it.
What is the problem with you, Indians?
Why do you think about everything so emotionally?
Why can't you think practically?
Try thinking like us, Indians, for once.
Given a choice between money and self-respect, we, Indians,
will always choose self-respect.
Aunt talks perfectly.
Sir doesn't look like her son from any angle.
There's a vast difference between the way they think.
Okay, fine.
Okay. Forgive me.
Mom!
It's my job to get angry.
Why are you so angry today?
Why are Indians so emotional?
Look at how sir is behaving. He's a hypocrite.
Okay, fine. Tell me, what should I do for you?
Should I hold my ears? Should I stand like a hen?
No. I'll do one thing. I'll act like a monkey. Okay?
- I'll act like a monkey now. - Hey, Vishwa!
- What is this? - He looks like a monkey for real.
Why do you get so angry?
What should I tell you, mom?
I've been unable to fulfil Johnson sir's tasks several times.
What will Johnson sir think about me
if I fail to get the quilts?
[tense music playing]
What does Sai think of himself?
He has to poke his nose everywhere.
I don't know when Vishwanath sir will get rid of Sai for good.
I must do something before that.
I will aim my rock so well this time
that Sai will be disgraced in front of the world.
I will aim so well
that this mango will fall into my lap today.
Come, Bala, or we will get scolded.
I will pluck a mango today.
Wait, Bala. I'll pluck it for you.
[mellow music playing]
Got your mango? Let's go now.
Vitthal plucked a mango. So, I will also pluck one.
[Dalvi shrieking]
Who hit me?
You hit me with a rock!
Wait!
Where are you running off to? Why did you hit me with a rock?
Look at what you've done. How could you hit me with a rock?
Stay away from my brother.
Talk sense into your brother if you care
so much about him. Look at what he did.
Look! What if it had hurt my eye?
Get him in the front!
He will never hit someone with a rock deliberately.
He was merely plucking a mango.
You got hurt by mistake.
Was he plucking a mango? Then, why did it land on me?
Look at what your son did.
It must've been a mistake.
I see. Must I accept your words? That's impossible.
We will decide what to do about it in front of the village chief.
I'll ensure your entire family is thrown out of Shirdi.
I will hand you over to the police. Wait and watch.
[tense music playing]
- Bala! - Bala!
Bala!
I see. You're trying to fake a disease to stay here.
You're the chief's guest. Right?
Let me show you now.
He didn't allow me to make a boundary today.
I will see how you live in Shirdi.
[Dalvi shrieking]
[tense music playing]
[dreamy music playing]
'Shirdi's boundary starts from here.'
'Shirdi is a religious place for us.'
- 'How, Jhipri? - You've come to live in Shirdi now.'
'You shall see it.'
[joyful music playing]
I am sure you've done something.
Huh?
No, mom.
I know you very well.
Whenever you do something,
my Bala gets an epileptic attack.
- Sai! - Sai!
- Please treat my Bala, Sai. - Sai!
Huh?
[tense music playing]
Sai, please check my Bala.
[tense music playing]
Let go of his hand.
Let Sai treat him.
Hold his hand, Vitthal.
Even when unconscious, he must know that his brother is with him.
[tense music playing]
[Dalvi shrieking]
So, what if they're the village chief's guests?
Can they hit us with their rocks at their whim?
Oh, God! No way!
Such unruly people have no place in Shirdi.
They're not merely my guests.
They're in Shirdi because Sai asked them to stay here.
Sai has said so. That makes them Shirdi's guests.
How can we throw them out of Shirdi?
Yes, Raghu.
We can't oust them from Shirdi.
What is this, Mr Dalvi?
You told us the half-truth.
What are you saying?
He hit me with a rock here!
It's bleeding.
It's not a deep injury.
They're young kids. They're bound to make mischief.
Why are you getting upset about it?
When should I get upset?
Should I be upset after dying from the rocks they hit me with?
What sort of people are these?
Look at how much I am hurt.
I could've lost my eye.
I could've died.
What sort of guests do you have?
Hey! Listen to me!
Nobody listens to me in Shirdi.
Enough, Mr Appa!
Listen to me.
I won't let Sai do as he pleases in Shirdi.
'I have news about Sai, sir.'
I won't tolerate it. I am warning you!
Wait.
Did you go to Nagar a couple of days ago?
[dramatic music playing]
Mr Dalvi visits frequently
for his spice trade.
Did you see him in Nagar?
I didn't see him.
I heard him.
I feel I heard him in Nagar.
- Vishwanath... - What?
What are you saying, girl?
I've not stepped out of Shirdi for almost 15 to 20 days.
How would she hear me in Nagar, then?
She's blabbing nonsense.
Nandini.
Was Sai not enough
that this Nandini also...
I must get rid of them soon.
[tense music playing]
You will give him the medicine, Vitthal.
[tense music playing]
[devotional song playing]
What mischief did Vitthal make today?
No. Vitthal didn't do anything.
I threw the rock to pluck a mango.
It hurt him by mistake.
[devotional song playing]
'Every time Vitthal does a mischief,'
'Bala gets an epileptic attack.'
[devotional song playing]
Savitri?
How did Bala get
an epileptic attack without Vitthal making any mischief today?
Our mind is strange, Savitri.
It often believes in its fantasy
and refuses to accept the blatant truth.
You can take Bala.
Continue giving him the medicines on time.
God Ram will bless you.
- Sir! - Oh, Vishwanath! Come along.
When will the quilts be ready?
What's the status?
Sir, I'm looking for a good artisan.
- It will be over soon. - You're looking for an artisan! Why?
Where is the person who made your quilt?
I want that person to make all the quilts, and
my boy, don't let me down again this time.
[dramatic music playing]
I've returned, Baba.
You watched everything from here.
Yes. I saw it. But I didn't get one thing.
Why did you make Vitthal give his brother the medicine?
Why not Bala's mother?
I will answer you tomorrow.
'I asked him about Vitthal and Bala.'
'How should I speak about what I am here for?'
You'd better talk to me instead of thinking alone.
Yes. I came to speak with you.
Tell me, how was your journey to Nagar?
You were tackling a mother's love here,
while I was doing the same over there.
Did you get the government's order to make quilts?
Yes. Sir wants to give us the order.
But Jhipri is furious
with sir and the British government.
And you?
Baba, your enemy can never be my friend.
Then, what's on your mind?
We need to grow the business.
We need more work for the same.
That's correct.
Jhipri says nothing is hidden from you.
So, we approach you when we don't understand something.
That's why I came to meet you.
You must understand that Vishwanath works for the British government.
Arresting me is his duty,
as it is the British government's order.
Even if he hates me,
that's the bond between him and me.
Never refuse to do the correct thing, Nandu.
I must convey the same thing to Jhipri now.
[mellow music playing]
Come on! Hurry up! Move your hands!
Leave! Come on. Is it done?
Come on. Place it there.
Yes.
Yes. That's it. Come on.
[sinister music playing]
Once this cartridge is found in Dwarkamai,
it won't be hard for Vishwanath sir to arrest Sai.
Sai will leave,
and Nandini will go mute.
It needs to be a bit darker.
Then, Dalvi will go to plant this cartridge in Dwarkamai.
[devotional song playing]
Sai Baba talks about the difference between love and attachment.
Love makes you better,
while attachment blinds you.
True love dares to point out the wrong.
Our story has two mothers.
One is Surekha,
who scolds her son, Vishwanath, when he misbehaves with someone.
The other is Savitri,
who hides her son, Bala's mistake,
and fights with the other person.
One mother's love connects her to the truth
while the other's attachment takes her away from the truth.
Sai explains
that hiding mistakes is attachment, not love.
True love doesn't put up a show.
Neither does it confess its love daily.
Neither does it post photos on social media.
It silently knows your condition
and sees what ails you amidst your anger.
It also gives you
the courage to face your mistake if needed.
That is the identity of true love.
Hail Sai Ram.