Finding Fanny Page #5

Don't be naive, Angie.

What are you going to

tell Rosie about us?

Mad or what?

Why will I tell her anything?

What do you mean?

This is a one-time thing for you?

That's all this is?

I didn't say that.

I'm hoping there'll

be many more times...

and I'm hoping it will

get better also, no?

Better?

What do you mean better?

ls this the best it ever gets?

No... but... I mean..

So, better?

My sky.

- What?

You're in the way of my sky.

Yeah,

fine.

Hey!

Listen, if I had not come to you...

you would still be sitting

here and sulking.

So let me do what I want no...

Better?

Somebody should go with Ferdie.

He won't know what to get.

You think he'll bring back

apple juice in a jerry can?

But what if he gets lost?

He got lost a long time ago.

Somebody's coming.

Bring back some apple juice.

Good morning.

- Morning.

Someone should look out for Ferdie.

Of course, you go.

You and M.F Hussain.

You look out for him...

while Hussain can

look at more of you.

Don't think I don't know what's

going on in your dirty mind.

My dirty mind?

Wait till he takes out his paintbrush.

Then tell me dirty mind.

I don't want to talk to you.

The moment is at hand, my lady.

What are you going to do with this?

With this brush

I will awaken the soul that...

exists within this beautiful body.

And put colors on to it...

the world does not

have names for yet.

With each dab of paint...

I will give your beautiful soul..

a new skin.

God will wish he had left the

creation of women to Pedro.

Angie,

I am sorry.

Sorry for being such an idiot.

I don't know much about these things.

And I don't smoke.

But maybe if I did...

I would be the one who would

want to roll over and smoke a cigarette.

after we make love.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Put your hands up!

And stay there!

Madame Eucharistica.

Drop the cloth a little

off the other shoulder.

I am not so sure.

- Drop it.

This is an, my dear.

No compromises.

Don Pedro,

I'm not comfortable wearing this...

I assure you, Madame.

This sheet is not even in my painting.

So, stay like this.

Yes, that's better.

Where the hell are those two?

Don Pedro is painting a portrait of Mai.

And she agreed?

It's for the church.

Church?

You have not seen the

famous Don Pedro's work...

Church.

This is beautiful.

Seldom have I been so wrong...

in recognising someone.

How can somebody

so magnificent to look at.

..be so completely empty

from the inside?

Where had your mind been...

while your body

was working its magic...

filling itself out, becoming

a deadly lure for the artist.

You know the hardest pan

of finishing this painting, Madame?

Your eyes.

Where is your soul?

I do not see.

So...

I had to make it up.

It's like making love to you

and thinking of another.

You're free to go.

I am done with you.

Dear Angie, madam Rosalina,

Don Pedro and Savio...

sorry for dragging

you all into this.

But I needed you all to help me start.

I don't expect you to

understand my love for Fanny.

I understand it hardly.

What I understand is this.

You won't find anything by waiting...

but only by searching.

Angie, you're the daughter I never had.

And you're the wife

I hope Fanny will be.

And I wish my mother had been like you.

Whoever you touch is the

luckiest bugger in the world.

Even if they don't know it then.

Don Pedro, I'm sure you'll make...

"the lovely madam Rosalina

famous in your painting.

I hope each one of you fulfils

something in your life.

Will I see you again?

Maybe, maybe not.

I don't know.

Good. Now we can go back.

I guess its his own

journey from here on.

I mean...

we were meant to be

with him only up till here.

Come.

Wait.

- It's time to go home.

What do you mean by going home?

How can we go without Ferdie?

Have you all gone mad?

Let go.

And you...you don't

care about anybody else.

"but yourself. - Mai...

You're selfish, you selfish...

Good for nothing.

That's what you are.

It shou | d've been you that day.

Not my Gabo.

Gabo shouldn't have died.

Leave me,

Angie.

Do you know why he married her?

Do you know?

Because he always wanted

what you wanted.

God takes away the good

and leaves behind the trash.

My Gabo shouldve lived.

..you shou | d've died.

- This is not Pocolim, okay.

This isn't your house.

Or your daddy's village.

And I am selfish?

I am selfish?

- Yes.

All your life you've

been strutting around...

parading your false pride!

and I am selfish?

Shut up. - I'll show you

who's bloody selfish, wait.

Where are you going?

Mai.

- Where are you going now, you coward.

Don't you do anything to my cat.

Cat. Your bloody precious cat. Here.

Your bloody cat has been

dead this whole time.

As dead as your bloody son.

Have you fed it once?

Looked after it once?

Are we your pop's servants

to take care of it...

while you pose around like a model?

And now suddenly Ferdie this,

Ferdie that.

All your life you treat him like sh*t...

...and now suddenly it's Ferdie.

Ferdie my ass!

Done with this sh*t.

Hey, you found daddy's gun.

- Let me die.

Found his gun..

- Let me die. Let me die.

You found his gun.

Thank you so much for finding it.

Do you know how much it's worth?

How much?

How much?

What are you doing?

We're going back?

- What?

I don't know what I was thinking.

We'll have to go back for Ferdie.

For Fame?

I am the one who slipped the letter..

..under his door that night.

What?

Found it when I was going

through daddy's old stuff.

Like everything else in life..

daddy must have messed up again.

Yes, now I remember.

Jesus Christ,

you think even this is about you?!

It's about your daddy, you idiot.

Loyolla was the postmaster that time.

Daddy was surely a man of many talents.

Ferdie! Ferdie! Ferdie!

Ferdie!

- Ferdie!

Ferdie!

Stop the car.

- Are you mad, stop the car!

Sh*t the bloody car's brakes are failed!

- Stop the car.

Stop the car, Savio.

The brakes have failed!!

Give it to me.

- Stop the car.

Mad woman,

leave the steering.

Stop.

- Leave the steering, you fat cow.

Give me the steering.

- Stop her, Angie.

Savio..

I don't want to die.

You stupid fat cow.

Bloody two minutes back

you wanted to kill yourself.

Now you don't want to die. Are you mad?

Stop the car. Stop the car.

Savio, please. - Leave.

Mai!

Mai!

Mai!

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come,

come.

Where are we?

We are okay.

Idiot.

Move.

I nearly died.

So did we.

Hey...

..where's Don Pedro?

I saw that bloody selfish bastard.

He jumped off to save himself. - No.

I asked for help and

he slapped my hand away.

I saw that, Mai.

- You're okay?

Don Pedro.

Hey

Hey

Go, go, run you selfish coward bastard.

Go!

Great.

Even after reaching, we can't reach.

Let's find out where she lives?

Oh, my God!

Fanny!

Which one?

Where?

Come on, Ferdie, go for it.

You've waited your entire life for this.

No, l...l think I'll wait only.

Ferdie.

Hey, Ferdie.

Go on.

You sure?

Ferdie, wait.

Fanny.

Fanny.

It's me, Ferdie.

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