Disco Dancer Page #3

Sam is finished.

People will forget him in a few days.

You used to have a life.

Don't throw away your

talent in this trash bin.

Join Jimmy.

See you, dear.

May you live long.

Once I'd said, I'll make you

wealthy when I strike it big.

Here.

Take it.

- I don't want money.

- Why?

I want to drink with you.

No liquor.

No liquor?

Scotch abounds in the

direction you've set off.

Taste some simple liquor.

Later you might not get it.

That's not true.

You get high on country.

So be it. I still want it.

- Us too...

- All right.

But we'll drink at the

place we started from.

- Let's go!

- This way.

Country liquor, foreign car!

Hit you?

My friend has come from Goa.

Citizens of Bombay, salute him.

Mother and son are thieves!

What's up, boss?

This is the same locality...

...where people called me

and my mother thieves.

Am I a thief?

I'm not a thief.

Neither is my mother.

Then why did they?

I'm not a thief.

My mother isn't a thief.

I'm not a thief!

I'm not a thief!

I'm not a thief!

My mother isn't a thief!

My mother isn't a thief.

Wake up!

I'm not a thief!

My mother isn't a thief!

My mother isn't a thief!

I... I...

It's Jimmy, the famous artist!

I... Jimmy...

The same child...

...you branded a thief

and threw us out of here.

Son, I'm Uncle Rahim.

I'm Uncle Rahim...

You are a religious man

Ask your Maker...

...if I am a thief.

- No...

- Is my mother a thief?

- No.

She's a saint.

She sacrificed only to see you

scale the pinnacle of success.

She's responsible for your success.

You are right.

She is an angel.

Yes, she is.

Every person has

to pay for his deeds.

These people accused you

and your mother of theft.

But today Oberoi's men

are evicting them.

Son... son...

God knows when this

place will be ruined.

Sir, this is the man.

He's killed 7 guys in London.

He's a famous singer.

I don't know his name.

He murdered him too.

The chap is a top class criminal.

This year's net profit

is Rs. 3654219

We're paying income

tax only on 600000.

We haven't been successful

in evicting the slum dwellers.

- Why?

- Sathe is an independent MLA

He is constipated.

He doesn't eat a thing.

He has created a problem.

In such a state, the

police won't help us.

If the life line of the

independent MLA is long...

Of what use is Vasco?

The slum should be

vacated in 3 weeks.

Have mercy...

Scoundrels! Fear God!

God will punish you!

For God's sake...

Help us, dear God!

Son...

Rescue us from these demons!

If anyone touches another thing...

I will break his hand.

Put the stuff down.

Why did you stop?

Throw everything out.

And raze the huts to the ground!

It's not so simple.

The soil has turned to rock

with the sweat of their brow.

Your welfare lies in returning.

I haven't come to go back.

I don't think you understand

words spoken with love.

Who sent you?

Answer me!

Speak up!

Go and tell him,

his Pop is no longer a kid.

He has now grown up.

Good God!

Thank you so much.

Dear...

Remember me we have to go to

Mayor's house for a party.

Sure, I'll come.

Do bring your mother too.

Yes, I'll bring mother.

Where are you taking me?

The Mayor is throwing a party

for this daughter's birthday.

He has invited you too.

What will I do there?

Come only to see how the rich

of this town hover around me.

Just to get a picture taken.

Will you come?

He has stolen my fans.

He has stolen my future!

Please come...

Sister, please come along.

I present a gift for you...

...on the occasion on my

daughter, Dolly's 18th birthday.

Are you crying?

Yes.

I've cried after 18 years.

But there's a difference in these

tears and those 18 years ago.

Those were the tears of

an orphaned poor boy.

But today's tears...

...are the tears of

a popular famous artist.

Amongst the guests of the evening...

...is the man who made me cry.

Humiliated my mother and my

childhood

Seeing him again...

...has refreshed the wound.

So I can't sing today.

"Follow your heart"

"Neither the dark nor the fair... "

"The world belongs to the selfless"

I'd like you to meet

both my mothers today.

This lady is one mother.

Her name is Radha.

For 18 long years...

She waited for the Krishna

of my future in her eyes.

The pain in my voice...

...has reached my heart from hers.

And my other mother...

...is the web of this city's roads.

My childhood played in her lap.

I walked barefoot in the blazing sun.

But they never questioned me...

Orphan! Stop singing!

Today from the Mayor's home,

I pay...

...obeisance to the roads

of Bombay that mothered me.

On your 18th birthday,

Dolly, I present you...

...with my tears.

Please cut the cake for me.

The day I strike it real big...

The same heartless city will honor

me

That day too I will

ask you to feed me.

Great. In today's world...

The mother feeds the son.

I'm fulfilling the promise

given to my mother years ago.

I didn't know you are him.

Yes, I am...

I still have the guitar.

Which guitar?

Meet him...

The hand that slapped

my mother's cheek...

I can't take that hand in mien.

Don't worry.

Today you are not the

mother of an orphan.

He can neither slap you in public.

Nor send you to jail

on charges of theft.

My wealth has bought...

Honor and name.

Today I'm a good citizen of this city.

I'm sorry to ruin your party.

You ruined my party

by calling this man.

I'll kill this man!

Apologize or I won't spare you!

Leave him!

Go away...

Sorry, she's really stupid.

I won't spare you!

Clean up.

Mother...

These are tears of joy.

I'd told you to

forget the insult.

It wasn't as if I'd forgotten.

That was a burden on my heart.

Today you have erased it.

Now I can die in peace.

This city owes me nothing.

Nor do I owe it a thing.

You'll pay for

insulting PN Oberoi...

A heavy price.

I've come for the autograph.

Where is the book?

That night when I found out...

...at the Mayor's party

that you are the same...

I could feel the pain

of your years old wounds.

I couldn't sleep.

Wounds do heal.

But the marks remain.

I'll erase them with my love.

It's a promise...

You are my heart, my life.

My life is with you.

I'll give my life for you.

Nothing matters without you.

I must go.

- When do we meet?

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is faraway.

Learn to wait for tomorrow.

Tomorrow won't come the

day after but tomorrow.

Give me a sweet memory

to wait for the morrow.

Where had you gone?

Out.

- With whom were you?

- With Jimmy.

Have you no shame going

around with our enemy?

First of all why would I go

with him if I felt shame?

Secondly he's not Sam's enemy.

He's a far superior disco dancer.

Someday you must watch

him, listen to him...

Girls from good families...

...don't dream without

the parent's permission.

Don't you know he's

using you as a step...

...to get my wealth and honor.

An orphan without a

name or a family...

...who grew up in the

ditches and slums...

I don't like my daughter meeting him!

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