Gang of Ghosts Page #6

Aatmaram.

You dead-man.

Where are you dying?

Hurry up.

Start the car.

I've to go to Dadar TT.

And I've to buy sweets

from Damodar's shop.

Aatmaram.

You're a insult

to the ghost society.

It's morning

and you're still sleeping.

I am not sleeping, just

straightening my back.

Rascal, you're a crooked man

that's why you've a crooked back.

I don't know. I am a poor man.

Rascal.

If you're a poor man then

sit in the driver's seat.

What are you doing at the back?

Yes.

- And hurry up.

Hurry up,

I've to get to market soon.

Why the market so soon?

You fool, look there.

In the sky.

The sky is this way.

Here too.

- You're a poor man.

So look here.

- I see.

See, the stars have set

and the sun is shining.

Now let's go, start the car.

The great Indian poor man.

But why does he have to buy?

He can just extend

his hand and steal it.

Sir, he's a Bengali

ghost after all.

Until he doesn't argue and haggle..

..with the shopkeeper,

who will call him...

You've done a good study

of the Bengali's character traits.

Thank you, sir. And

thank for this also, sir.

Sir, do you like the story?

That's why I am also giving

you your first installment.

Right, sir.

So all the shopping was done.

Bhootnath returned with

fresh sweets and snacks..

..to express his

eternal love to Manoranjana.

Stop. Stop.

I am stopping.

Why are you heading

out of the gate again?

Now do one thing.

Get what's down there.

What?

Get what's down there.

Oh no.

No.

Get what's down there?

- How?

Not yours, what's down mine.

- What?

The bag.

Get the shopping bag.

It's between my legs.

Get it out.

- Yes, sir.

You might be a poor man,

but take bigger steps.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

How dare you come to the

1st floor in this uniform?

I don't know, sir.

I am a poor man.

I wonder where I get

it from. I mean courage.

Keep the bags in the

kitchen and go down.

That's a good idea.

Keep it.

Bhootnath,

you're a high-class Bengali.

Why do you entertain

such lowly people?

You won't tell me who I'll

entertain and who I will not.

Because you're a

double-standard man.

You brought that home..

..for the sake of your

Biryanis and Kebabs.

Did I say something?

- Don't say that.

I am telling you..

You fools.

You're 21st century ghosts

and still talk about classes.

Now hear a song.

No, no.

Stop singing. Stop.

I already died once. I don't want

to die again hearing your song.

I guess he lost his

musical sense when he died. - No.

My musical sense is intact.

But the way you sing,

it's not called music.

We selected him for this mansion..

..so that I will get to

hear classical music again.

But he turned

everything un-classical.

True. True.

Bhootnath.

When I was alive,

I had a similar..

..old and grumpy man

in my neighborhood.

He used to speak

nonsense about my music.

Once that old man lodged a

complaint with the police..

..to stop my jam session.

It's the same situation

all over again..

..even after I am dead.

Son, don't sulk.

Don't be sad.

Do one thing.

Start singing folk songs.

If you don't know folk,

then sing patriotic songs.

Like 'Vande Mataram'..

Bhootnath. Bhootnath.

I've already prepared a

remix version of this song.

But I don't want my songs..

..to be bounded by country borders.

Great.

Wonderful, Robin. Wonderful.

What a dialogue...about music.

But...according to me, sing

a song for broken heart..

..which compels me to drink.

One can sing about heartbreaks..

..only after a few pegs.

You mean first we down a few

pegs and then sing a song. - Right.

Then I'll take you

to Bhoot Bar today.

Bhoot Bar.

Tonight's Friday night.

There must be gorgeous

ghosts visiting today.

This is Bhoot Bar.

Amazing.

It's so nice.

I thought she hasn't arrived yet.

Go get it.

Come on.

"..will you drink me?

"Intoxication is

something you can't let go."

"It's like my beloved,

you just can't let go."

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"Will I drink you,

or will you drink me?"

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"Will I drink you,

or will you drink me?"

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"Will I drink you,

or will you drink me?"

"The bottle...

of alcohol's such a rascal."

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"Will I drink you,

or will you drink me?"

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"Will I drink you,

or will you drink me?"

"Take a sip or gulp

down the entire bottle."

"Forget the world,

let's shake the world."

"Life's short,

let me drink half of it."

"Forget all your sorrows,

take a peg."

"Baby don't cry."

"I couldn't find any love,

so I picked you."

"I hadn't gotten over my first sorrow."

"And now I invited another."

"I couldn't find any love,

so I picked you."

"I hadn't gotten over my first sorrow."

"And now I invited another."

"I couldn't find any love,

so I picked you."

"I couldn't find any love,

so I picked you."

"I hadn't gotten

over my first sorrow."

"And now I invited another."

"You're bound to

drown in this sorrow."

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"Bottle."

"The bottle of alcohol's

such a rascal."

"The bottle of alcohol's.."

"Will I drink you,

or will you drink me?"

See, sir.

It matches to your vision.

Matching.

Biggest commercial

complex in the country, sir.

Superb. Find the owner.

Guliyani, sir.

Yes, Guliyani. Find the owner.

But, sir, there's a problem.

We builders setup our shop

where there's a problem.

So Gu, I want this Royal Mansion.

At any cost.

Get that?

- Yes, sir.

"Where do we go?"

Silence.

- Start sound.

Rolling.

- Camera.

Rolling. Clap.

Take 7.

- Action.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

Manoranjana.

Who are you cutting?

I was dreaming.

Dreaming? - I am

shooting for a film and..

You've crossed

the LOC of your life.

So I suggest that you..

..stop dreaming about

shootings and films.

Whether a film actor

leaves her work or the world..

..but she can never forget

those gleaming arc lights.

Wow.

The camera.

The Nagra.

The green room.

Ice box, spot boy.

Food from hero's home.

- Wow.

Watching your passion

for your work..

..even after you're dead

has made me your...deadly fan.

Autograph please.

I don't sign on currency notes.

- Why?

When the chairman

of the Reserve Bank..

..has already signed on it,

then how can I sign it?

Sigh my palm.

Pen please.

Name please.

Hoshiyar Singh.

Love to Hoshiyar Singh,

Manoranjana Kumari.

I will never wash this hand again,

even if I've to cut it.

You know, in 1965 when

I was in Khardunla..

You must be in an epic

battle with the enemy.

No.

I was watching your film.

Love can happen anytime.

Such a nice title.

Love can happen anytime.

It can happen now too.

"I am such a crazy Jatt."

"I am such a crazy Jatt."

"Couldn't understand

such a simple thing."

"That.."

Hoshiyar Singh.

You're showing your smartness here.

And Gaindamal's looking for you.

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