1921

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1

Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.

At the onset, allow me to apologize

to this wonderful gathering...

...for the delay in the program.

The Maestro had been

delayed by a pressing issue...

...of a personal kind.

However, he is here now,

and we shall begin presently.

Ayush, please open the door...

Ayush.

Ayush, open the door, please.

Ayush.

Ayush, for god sake, open the door.

Ayush, please open the door.

- Ayush...

- I've managed to keep them quiet for now.

But let me assure you...

...this decorum won't be

maintained in another 10 minutes.

I urge you, Ms. Nafisa,

as Ayush's manager...

...to get him out of the bloody room,

and make him work ...

...for the money

you've grabbed from us.

Please give me a minute.

Ayush, open the door, please.

Ayush, people are waiting for you.

For God's sake Ayush, open the door.

This isn't right.

Ayush.

Ayush.

"You exist in me like so, beloved..."

"...there's no part of me left."

"You've spread all the way to my soul..."

"...that now I dwell in you instead."

"You're my reality... and my hope."

"You're all I see wherever I look...

and in my memories too..."

"Whatever's left of me,

now belongs to you..."

"I am no longer myself anymore."

This is ridiculous. I've had enough.

I am sorry.

But we've little choice

but to break this door open.

- What?

- Ms. Nafisa, please.

But...

Darrel, Sam.

You break this bloody door down, please.

- Good God.

- Allah!

Someone call an ambulance.

Ayush.

Ayush.

Ayush.

Music.

Can you hear it?

A Fa... D-Sharp...E...

A Fe...CED...

- Asthana.

- Sir.

Where have you been

hiding him all this time?

I've never seen such a talent before.

Actually, sir,

I've no clue how he plays so well.

- How he plays so well?

- Yes...

What do you mean?

Actually,

sir...I had no formal training in music.

Whatever I play, I've learned myself.

By watching other pianists play...

- ...and from books as well.

- Unbelievable.

That is genius.

Unfortunately,

my niece, Meher isn't here...

...otherwise, she would've been

truly elated to hear your music.

Thank you so much, sir.

- Your compliment is all I need.

- It shouldn't be.

It shouldn't be enough.

You should take your music to the world.

You can be the sun,

and you're happy being a candle.

Sir...you know,

music is good for amusement...

...but, it doesn't pay the bills.

- So, in order to learn to play the Piano...

- He should go to England.

What?

You should go to England.

- But, I don't have...

- I do!

I have a suggestion.

The finest music school is in York.

And, a few kilometers

from York is my home.

The caretaker of

that home has grown old...

...and I am looking for new care-taker.

So, Ayush, if you are prepared

to look after my property...

...then, I can take responsibility

for your education.

So...how do you like this deal?

- W...Wi...Will you do this for me?

- Of course, I will.

Thank you so much, sir.

Thank you so much, sir.

"Erasing every distance from my heart..."

"...O beloved, I set out to meet you."

"Be my angel..."

"...be the sky to my stars."

"My darkness, and the light,

"...everything I own,

are all yours now."

"My darkness, and the light,

"...everything I own,

are all yours now."

"Let's walk with me in your arms."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

You must be the young gent from India.

Gosh, you are a young man, aren't you?

We did receive a letter from Mr. Wadia...

...to say you were coming.

I am Emma...

Emma Smith.

Ayush. Ayush Asthana.

So, glad to meet you.

Well, Mr. Jenkins, the old caretaker...

...is waiting to hand the reins over.

Aah...there he is now.

- A long-long journey, eh.

- Yes, sir.

Why don't I show you around this house...

...and hang this goddamn

Albatross around your neck.

"My darkness, and the light,

"...everything I own,

are all yours now."

"Let's walk with me in your arms."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

"O my beautiful tomorrow."

Who's that?

'Dear father...'

'Hope you're fine,

and all is well back in Bombay..'

'I wish...even I could say the same.'

That everything is fine out here?'

'But it isn't.'

'It's been three months

since I got here.'

'Everything was fine when I arrived.'

'But then, I made a mistake.'

'A big mistake.'

'And because of that mistake,

now I can't go to the music school...'

'...or meet anyone.'

'I hide all day out of fear.'

'Moreover,

I think because of my mistake...'

'...Mr. Wadia's house is

now haunted by some evil spirit.'

'I tried to tell you

this for a long time now.'

'But I could never muster the courage.'

'I don't know what to do.'

'I wish there was someone

who could save me from my problem.'

'I wish...'

Rose, for God sake, let's go.

We're getting late for college.

We'll miss our class.

Please Nafisa, just a little longer.

I am not content yet.

If we wait for your contented...

...then we'll have to

wait out here all day.

Let's go.

I don't understand...

...how can such beautiful

music not have any effect on you?

Don't you want to forget everything

and drown yourself in this music?

I don't...

I came here from Lahore to study Law...

...and not become a musician.

You can stay drowned in that music.

I am leaving.

Fine, let's go.

You've turned into

a bloody dictator instead.

I wish I was a dictator...

...then, I would've sentenced you to death

for making me miss class every day...

...because of that pianist.

Rose?

What's wrong? Why do you look so scared?

It happened again...like always.

Allah...

Who is it this time? What does she want?

God knows.

I don't understand

this thing that you do.

Every time it scares you

to the edge of your life.

And a couple of days later,

it's back to the same old thing again.

If I can see spirits, and talk to them...

...then, it's my mother who

should be blamed for it.

She passed her power to me before she died.

So let them come to you.

Let them try to talk to you.

Why do you help them, Rose?

Simply ignore...ignore them.

I cannot ignore them.

They are in much more

suffering than we are.

They keep wandering for centuries...

...with the burden of

their unfulfilled desires.

If I can help them

break free of their prison...

...then what is wrong in that?

The thing is Rose,

not every spirit is good.

Some spirits are so evil...

...that they can even kill you.

- And I fear that...

- I will die.

God...don't ever say that.

You know Nafisa, I believe Jesus

Christ sent us to earth to play a part

And until we don't play our part,

death cannot harm us.

And once we've done our part...

...then no matter how hard we try,

life cannot hold us back.

Then I will pray to Allah...

...that your part isn't over

for the next 100-200 years.

Wow...this is unbelievable.

- Didn't we get too emotional today?

- No.

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ...

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