Rang De Basanti Page #2

She speaks Hindi so well!

Why didn't you tell me you idiot.|I was making a fool of myself.

At least ask them once.

So you won't give up.

Ok. But nobody will turn up.

I'll get them. That's a promise.

Karan put your cigarette out.

Grandpa!

God bless you.|When did you come?

Just last night.

Good morning Karan.|Back so early?

I didn't know you were in town.

Just arrived an hour ago.

It was a long flight...|Everything Ok at college?

Everything's fine Dad.

Have you decided which American|university you want to go to next year?

Michigan, Carnegie,|Mellon, Wharton...

I know the list.

Hello...

Karan wait!

I can't hearyou clearly|call me later.

I know that you know about the lists.

But life doesn't just happen to you.

You've got to plan it...

Every second someone|is born in this country.

Nobody cares about them.|Neitherthe government nor God.

Do something.|Or else you will be one of them.

Please, don't start with your lectures.

SMS generation.|Any conversation that goes beyond...

...four lines becomes a lecture.

Signal's weak here. Give me a second.|Excuse me Karan.

The deal is off then,|we are not interested...

You know Russian quality is doubtful,|they can't afford to be arrogant.

Anyway in the open market they'd not get|anything close to the price we're offering.

And you know how many fathers|there are to every deal in India. Nothing.

Tell them we won't bargain,|they should wire the money to us.

I did try to warn you...|they won't turn up.

DJ promised me.

Oh! DJ promised you!

So you really are a filmmaker?

Karan... Why are you so late?

And where are the others?

The Young Guns Of India.|Very dramatic.

Where are you going?

Well that's one part cast.

I am sure Karan can tell us|where his friends are.

She's an eight. Yeah!

Wow! Nine.

What a girl!|Oye Chotu...

...get me a cup of tea...

Two, looks like she's got the flu...

Six...

Ten!|What?

Dude... Iooks at those legs!

Shake it baby, shake it...

Oh sh*t!

Don't be silly,|that's at least an eight.

Thought I'd find you|stuffing yourfaces.

You lazy good-for-nothings.

We were about to come... but...

...we are waiting for Karan actually.

Oh! So you were waiting for Karan.|Yeah!

Karan was there on time.

We are waiting for him here|and he was waiting for us there.

What confusion...

You're Ashfaqulla Khan.

You're Rajguru.|The hero right!

And you know who you are?

The Master of Disguise|and Deception.

Chandrashekhar Azad.

What lips...

Learn the lines properly,|we meet tomorrow.

Nine.|Sharp at eight.

That's fine.|We've already wasted a day...

Aslam, your sister-in-law looks|even better when she's angry.

What are you doing Laxman?

Greetings Mishraji.

Party High Command is really|happy with your work.

These demonstrations that you have|started against Western culture...

...they've helped us|overshadow other parties.

This is foryou.|And this is foryour boys.

It's not necessary, Mishraji.

I'm not doing this for money.

I really believe in the|principles of my party.

That's fine Laxman...

...but every movement|needs fuel... Keep it.

There is nothing|you can do to break me.

"Because I have made pain my friend."

"...As I hold Death's fingers."

DJ idiot, don't spoil my concentration.

Look, Death's finger.

"I've committed my life|to the freedom of this country.

...I know you want me to get married,|but I have made freedom my bride..."

"Your obedient son, Bhagat Singh."

Who talks like this for|God's sake?

My bride is freedom...

I think it's a good line for Sukhi...

Since no girl is ever going to marry him...

Let freedom be his bride.

Laugh bastards, laugh.

This is the sari round|of the Miss Freedom contest.

Just thought it would help|me get into the character.

Look guys this isn't going to work.

You have to work hard to bring|out the characters.

Unless you emote from within...

...you won't understand these characters.

Try... it will come from within you.

BURP:

See, he's got a hold of his character already.

You understood the character pretty fast.

See! Now you look like a revolutionary!

Whateveryou say Gulabo,|you need me to create the mood.

DJ watch it.

Now she's upset!

Those are the words of a 23 year old.

That's how old Bhagat Singh|was when he died: 23.

Those were different times Sue.

Today, if you tell people that|you want to give your life foryour country...

...they'll call you nuts.

Exactly.

I don't think I can relate to this...

That's it. Don't think.

Feel. Just read the words,|Feel them.

Why don't we try again?

Let's try again...

I've committed my life to|the freedom of this country.

...a job... a well settled life...|these things don't matter anymore.

...I know you want me to get married,|but I have made freedom my bride...

I swear on Mother India...

This Aslam is a real stud...

Take a look at the packaging.|Poetry, palmistry!

DJ, I'm scared at times that|I'll remain a bachelor all my life.

Trust me I won't let you die a bachelor.

Promise?

It's DJ's promise.

You'll be writing people's destinies...

Your love line is very strong...

The man of your dreams will come|along in a black T-shirt and say:

Do I even have a love line?

You must have washed it off in the loo.

"Defence Minister Shastri has also been|implicated in the MIG-21 kickbacks scandal,"

This is really depressing.

"This is a blatant lie.|I am ordering an investigation."

UTv

See you guys.

You're my buddy...|I'll drop you home.

I don't need any help,|it's just two lanes away.

We aren't so drunk...|that we've forgotten where you live.

Idiots!

You're very lucky to|have friends like them.

One day this will all end.

We'll all go our separate ways.

But you can always keep in touch.

Doesn't happen.

Life gets busy.

Too many problems.|Getting a job, a house, money.

In college we are the|masters of our destinies...

But after college we have|to dance to fate's tune.

You know Gulabo.|I passed out 5 years ago...

...but I still hang around...

I don't understand.

...I don't ever want to leave college.

Why?

At least in the campus|I'm someone... people know me.

DJ's somebody...

People expect me to do|something big in life.

But when I'm out on the streets...

I'll just be like the rest of|the slobs in this country.

Nameless. Faceless. Scared.|Just walking the streets...

It's the beer...|Everything came out.

You know what else|I'm scared of?

Acting in yourfilm.

Don't worry... you're in safe hands.

Where have you been?

Hello Uncle... How are you?

We'll catch up tomorrow Aslam...

You've been drinking?

Dad, you know I don't drink.

Good-for-nothings...|Whatever, they're my friends.

Friends! They feel no|shame standing in front of...

...yourfather with alcohol on their breath.

Why can't you get friends|in your own community?

Why do you make friends with people|who corrupt you, disgrace your religion...

This has nothing to|do with religion, Father.

Shut up! Don't raise your voice|in the presence of yourfather.

He's right.

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