Dhoom: 3 Page #2

words I know

I speak a little Hindi.

I have Indian friends so...

Wow! So where's our shack?

How do we get there? Bet three

can't ride pillion here, eh?

Made off with Victoria.

Ali gets a mighty zero

3 days. And Victoria will

be planning our wedding.

Confirmed. 3 days. Only Ali...

I need the ventilation fixed

by tonight. OK?

We've rehearsed for a year.

Never imagined we'd perform here.

How did you do it? A real miracle.

Didn't do it alone.

The bank lent a hand.

- Where's the girl for my act?

- Auditioned dozens. No luck.

What kind of girl are you

looking for?

I want a girl passionate about

proving herself.

Someone with guts and lots

of craziness.

Auditions are now closed.

Thank you for coming.

Does such a girl exist?

You need a jeweler's eye.

Stop her, catch her.

Oh no, not this girl again.

Who is she?

She's nuts. I keep throwing her out.

Hey miss, listen

you cannot do this.

Wait! Just give me a minute.

- I won't leave today.

- You're crazy.

Give me a chance, please.

- This isn't a reality show.

- It's a circus?

I am a circus myself.

No, wait put me down.

Listen, let go.

You are...?

The girl you're looking for

Asian Goddess who sings and dances

like liquid electricity.

He won't believe me.

Please, one audition

5 minutes.

If my eyes move off you,

even for a second, you're out.

And no coming back.

Promise. I swear on my unborn children.

I'll pacify the lover who turns away.

Blow away all veils.

I will melt Raanjha's heart of stone.

Then they'll call me

the love-crazed one.

He's my eternal lover.

I am forever his.

Evening passes, the world sleeps.

And I wait for you.

I am the love-crazed one.

Feelings flow like a river.

I look for you in every lane

as evening falls.

Evening passes, the world sleeps.

Wearing saffron clothes,

I become a devotee.

My dark eyes will enchant you.

The love-crazed one.

Like the cool morning dew,

I steal the garden's scent.

I can turn into a roaring flood.

Or split a mountain.

I am the love-crazed one.

You are everywhere.

In every speck.

In every shining star above.

Evening passes, the world sleeps

5 minutes are done.

Now look away

I've been trying for ages.

Liar.

Swear on my unborn children

Asian goddess who sings and dances

like liquid electricity.

Isn't that name a bit too long?

Welcome to the Great

Indian Circus, Aliya.

- Kiki, you are fired.

- What? What have I done?

Two big robberies in a year.

Both times a message left in Hindi.

Both times a clown's face left smiling.

Both times he robs different branches

of the same bank.

Two suppositions. A:

This bank is easier to rob than the others.

B:
That he only wants to rob this bank.

He's good.

That's my boy.

Does this bank have any enemies?

People who hate it?

We're bankers. Everybody hates us.

All the lives you have wrecked,

people you've laid off...

we're going to need

to know about it all.

Until then we can only

hope and pray for one thing.

That we don't get robbed again.

No.

That you do get robbed again.

And soon.

You want him to rob us?

If you want to catch him.

What are you saying?

We make him rob again.

How?

We just ask him.

Really nicely.

Further on the Sunday news.

The clown thief who is laughing

all the way from the bank.

The Chicago police believe the thief

is an Asian. Leaves Hindi messages.

So they've asked the Indian police

to help.

Today we have with us India's

top cop, Mr. Jai Dixit.

What do you make of

our bank robber?

He's an amateur.

A "nausikhiya" in Hindi.

But he's managed to pull off

two daring heists.

Just got lucky.

Why?

I don't think he's a pro.

A clever thief doesn't leave

so many clues behind.

One thing is for sure. He runs fast.

My advice to him is...

Get the hell out of town!

Do you think he'll strike again?

Not if he's smart.

It'll be a suicide mission.

Everyone is scared.

They're not sure if the bank is safe.

They don't know what to do.

No one needs to fear this thief.

He's a clown.

He makes a lot of empty noise.

When we catch him, he's bound

to entertain his fellow in-mates.

You're very confident.

You sure you'll catch him?

The destiny of thieves is in

the hands of the police.

And I have Mr. Clown's fate in mine

I'd like to meet Mr. Jai Dixit, please.

Mr. Jai Dixit. India's finest cop.

Delighted to meet you.

I'm Sahir Khan.

What can I do for you, Mr. Khan?

I wanted to share something

I know it may sound strange.

But I can't stay silent.

Actually...

I am the thief.

No one knows.

Except you, of course

I don't get you.

The Great Indian Circus.

The name of my new circus

I stole a trick from the thief

you're after.

It's my new circus act.

Your Mr. Clown, your joker

I know him

2005. Circus Fantastico.

Michigan's travelling circus.

That's me.

And that's him.

He was a star.

Deservedly so.

We were mere circus artists.

But he wove pure magic.

He had no friends, no enemies.

Never spoke to anyone.

Show over. Back in his room

behind locked doors

I used to call him:

Closemouthed Charlie.

He did the most amazing trick.

He'd fly in one direction.

And reappear from another.

He showed his act to our boss,

Mr. Robert

I was sure he'd make our circus

famous.

But Mr. Robert wasn't keen

and said no.

Closemouthed Charlie was offended

I heard him speak for the first time

I can still remember

what he said that day.

Well?

"May you rot in hell!"

The next day he was gone.

They say never hurt a clown's

feelings.

You'll get cursed.

How do you know the thief

is Closemouthed Charlie?

The press say the thief leaves

a clown's mask and a message.

How many clowns say:

"May you rot in hell?"

But why? Why rob a bank?

I don't know. If he's the thief,

he must have a good reason.

Can you identify him in a line-up?

No one saw his face.

Always had his make-up on.

No one knows what he looks like.

But I think...

I can help you.

How?

He and I are men of the circus.

We seek applause.

The only difference is that

I act on the stage.

While he has turned the whole city

into his stage.

Closemouthed Charlie is a genius

I'm not. But...

I can think somewhat like him.

But why?

- Why help me?

- Actually I want to help him.

Helping you is helping him

I want him caught.

Because he isn't a thief.

Maybe he's lost his way.

Something has gone wrong.

This is the only way I can save him

I want to, at any cost.

He's done so much for me

I owe it to him.

It may be your last chance

to save him.

Because this time...

we put an end to the heists.

Or to the thief.

Wow! I love your confidence.

Sahir, what you're doing

is a great help.

See you at the bank tomorrow.

At 9?

Comic, comedian, funny man.

Fool, joker, clown.

I go by many names.

My personal favourite: Jester.

The very name is amusing.

Thanks for coming.

Thank me once I've helped you.

Playing the clown is serious business.

Because a clown's tricks

are all about deception.

A good clown is a meticulous planner.

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