Ghajini Page #4

Stop. Don't teach me acting.

I belong in theatre, I've done four plays.

I was putting out a first class act,

then he walked in and things went awry.

Hey... take off that coat.

Take it off, get out of that coat!

- I have a shoot tomorrow. It's my only coat.

I just canceled your shoot. You're good only

for rubber slippers, snap out of it!

Who, me...?

- Wear it.

Oh yes!

You are... looking smart.

Put on the goggles.

Oh wow!

Perfect!

Perfect!

Sachin! Come for tonight's party.

Be Sanjay.

Please?

Please say yes!

Please!

Please say yes...?

Okay.

Yes!

Welcome to our chief guest,

Mr Sanjay Singhania

Oh hi...

- Hello.

Having a nice time?

- Yes, thank you.

Kalpana

Did you invite him properly?

- Yes, sir!

If he turns up for real,

everyone'll go mad.

If he doesn't turn up,

then I'll go mad.

Madam...

The coat is ready. Just give me the go

and I'll give you a grand entry.

I've rehearsed it thoroughly.

I'm Sanjay Singhania...

oh hello Sanjay.

Get out of my face.

You fool!

Hi Kalpana...

- Hi!

Mr Singhania has arrived.

Who told him to get a car like that?

I'm not footing this bill.

Oh... thank you.

How wonderful!

He hasn't begun acting and all these fools have

already taken him for Sanjay Singhania?

Oh yes, yes...

Will you hold this, please?

Hi darling!

Sorry, I'm late... my God!

You're looking gorgeous... come.

Welcome to this party.

- Thank you.

Hello... hello...

Hello sir!

Sorry.

Welcome, sir.

- Thank you.

Myself, Satveer Kohli. I'm Kalpana's director

and I run this ad film company.

Hello sir, how are you?

- Thank you sir, I'm very good.

I happen to be the one who insisted that

Kalpana must say yes to you.

I see...?

You never told him!

- Of course I told him...

I told you...?

- Oh... yes...

Autograph, please?

I read your article in Economic Times.

I fully agree with your policy suggestions.

Please leave him alone...

don't disturb him.

Please come, dinner is ready.

That was too close an embrace.

And that was a kiss in public.

I've done a hundred ads.

Ninety in groups. Ten, solo.

You learn how to respect your seniors or,

you're getting nowhere in life.

I don't believe this.

What?

I just can't believe...

Why not...?

Can't believe that I'm sitting

in such august presence...

Still, he's right amongst us.

Excuse me...

Some ice, please?

So much cold is good enough for you.

Over-acting. He'll get caught.

Please get lost.

Excuse me...

We're from the Dinanath Charitable Trust.

It's an orphanage for girls.

And...?

If you may make a contribution,

we'll be grateful.

Who goes around with cash nowadays?

Your cheque will do.

Cheque?

Who goes to parties with chequebooks?

What are you upto?

Whose chequebook is that?

Even for over-acting, this is too loud!

Five hundred thousand?

Have you gone mad?

Thank you, sir.

- All the best.

I'm finished.

I could kill you.

Our leading model, Sonal.

How do you do?

- I'm very good.

Kalpana has told us so much about you...

- We all know that... there're others...

That article of yours in Economic Times.

- Not again, sir. Please...

You... for Sanjay Singhania!

And they fell for you?

Am I'm too clever,

or it's a world of fools?

I love you.

What?

I love you.

I want to marry you.

What... so all of a sudden...?

Not so... all of a sudden.

I never thought...

Give me time, to think.

Shall I tell you tomorrow?

If I say no, you won't take it badly?

Bye.

Happy new year.

Happy new year.

To her, I'm just an ordinary guy.

I wish to remain this unexceptional man...

who wins her love.

So I haven't told her the truth about me.

If she accepts me,

then I'll confess to being Sanjay Singhania.

If she refuses,

then I remain Sachin...

and I fade out of her life.

All I await now, is tomorrow.

End of the diary.

December 31st.

Next day, next year... 2006.

Hey... hey...

The next day, what happened...?

What did she say...

what happened to her?

How did you end up like this?

Speak up!

Hello, sir.

I'm your manager.

Pankaj Shroff.

Hello Sanjay.

I'm your doctor. Dr Peston Wadia.

Not enough sleep.

Are up keeping up till late?

Sir, I'm telling you again,

it's fine if you won't go to the office,

it's okay, no problem.

But live in your mansion,

why this tiny flat?

We can get a nurse, a chauffeur here...?

I need no one.

Thank you.

Kill Ghajini.

Check invitation on Calendar.

Ghajini Dharmatma

Chief Guest:
Mr Ghajini Dharmatma

Sir... you're... here...

for our college culture fest?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You won't know me...

I mean, you know me.

I've met you.

Sanjay Singhania...

short term memory loss.

Come on, it's nearly time.

One minute...

We're getting late.

Sunita, let's go.

Don't leave before my performance

...second song.

Girls and boys... please

...calm down.

Our chief guest for the

evening has arrived.

He has patronised our college for long.

I'd like you to give him

a hearty welcome.

Boys and girls,

please welcome Mr. Ghajini Dharmatma.

Crazy, crazy!

I'm crazy about him

Why's my body going crazy?

Why's my heart beating crazy?

I want to dance,

uninhibited

Who's come into my heart today?

What's this scent of love?

Dancing bells are on my feet,

it's my season of youth

Hello

Crazy,

I'm crazy for him!

He's my love

His coming has filled the

emptinesses in my heart

He only has to make a sign

and I'll become his slave

Go outside, find out who's calling.

Hello?

Get down to the basement car park.

What...?

Who's that?

What are you doing there?

Damn you!

Hey...

Hey...

Who was that?

Who tried to kill you?

Not me...

he came to kill you.

Me...?

Came to kill me?

Who was he?

Who was it... who?

Two years ago...

Two years ago... what...?

What was it two years ago?

What...?

Give me his name.

The name!

His name, who was he?

Who wants to kill me?

He's dead.

Sh*t.

Two years ago?

What did I do two years ago?

Which jobs did I get done

two years ago?

Which ones are after my life?

A list... make a list of them all.

I must have the list tomorrow.

You get it?

Excuse me

Where is Mr Sanjay Singhania's flat?

Fourth floor. 401.

Thanks

Sir...

Sir...?

Sir...

Kill him

Revenge

Ghajini?

She was murdered

Find him Kill him

Done

Over

Ghajini 10 June 2008

Doctor... restaurant... theatre...

Don't open

I'm a police officer.

Untie me. I'm a police officer.

Get out of here! Fast!

He's a murderer.

Don't you hear?

Just get the hell out of here!

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

The other shade.

[Skipped item nr. 861]

Shall we...?

You've forgotten so quickly?

I was buying nail polish.

Look...

My friend... you wrote that out.

Now, come on.

Have I been I chasing you?

- Why should you...? I'm your friend.

No! I'm chasing you.

I'm breathing hard,

you're out of breath.

I'm sweating. Even you are...

Hey! You're smoking in a public place!

Have you no sense of decency?

Idiots.

You're right!

You ought to thrash some

sense into them.

Go on, teach them such a

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