The Dirty Picture Page #3

Nayla has to say about you.

Who is Nayla?

The most important film

critic and gossip queen.

When she writes,

everybody pays attention.

She says Selva took the

help of dirt to sell his film.

Dirt...

that's you.

Look at my picture, it's so gorgeous.

Now, I will stop at nothing.

Help me with more work...

But why should I help you?

Because I love you and...

we still have 499 times

remaining to get tuned.

Come in...

So, Akbar and Anarkali

are on talking terms?

Sir, good sense of humour, sir.

Abraham, this is Silk.

Hello.

Surya sir, I want to talk

to you about my next film.

And this film will showcase you.

You won't need a cheap and

disgusting act to promote this film.

Abraham, everybody

knows you make good films.

Thank you, sir.

I owe it all to idli, rasam and rum.

But your films aren't...

commercially successful.

They captivate the

audience at film festivals but...

they fail to bring in even

a dog at local theatres.

Is that right?

Right, sir.

Spice it up, Abraham, spice it up.

Add some sex.

Have Silk dance to a number

or two, whatever you like.

Let me tell you...

successful films are those that...

have the right spice.

Right, Selva?

You are genius, sir.

It's a curse, Selva. It's a curse.

Sir, I'm a director, not a pimp.

I want to make a film, not sell sex.

Perhaps you can work with

that cheap girl but I can't!

Right.

Fine, Selva you direct it.

Okay, sir.

Then bye.

I wasn't dejected that

they chose Silk over me...

I was dejected that

they decided so quickly.

Why do you have a problem with me?

I have a problem with your parents.

They shouldn't have

given birth to you.

My parents didn't give birth to me.

Silk was brought into this world...

by the people who admire me.

Your admirers occupy the

first four rows in a cinema hall.

The 40 rows at the back are mine.

I will prove that films don't

need gimmicks like you to sell.

Films need three things to sell...

entertainment,

entertainment, entertainment!

And I am entertainment.

A woman is like a rainbow.

As many faces as the colors.

Some consider her a lottery.

If you win, you've hit the jackpot!

Some think of her as love.

If you fall in love with her...

you will gasp for every breath!

But she ravaged me like poison.

That now even water

burns me up from inside!

Your sweet torment

surreptitious torment

Here and around

I am angry

you are the reason

Cajole me my love

I will tease you

you are a bombastic girl

Aha Aha Aha

Ooh la la, Ooh la la,

Ooh la la, Ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Don't touch me, Don't touch me,

Don't touch me, Don't touch me

I am a young lady now

Ooh la la, Ooh la la,

Ooh la la, Ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Don't touch me, Don't touch me,

Don't touch me, Don't touch me

I am a young lady now

When touched

by you

my heart whistled

Give me a sweet kiss on my cheeks

When touched by you

my heart whistled

Give me a sweet kiss on my cheeks

Your youth, is fluid

which has drenched my heart

Aha you brought the rain

what could my poor youth do?

Ooh la la, Ooh la la,

Ooh la la, Ooh la la

You are my fantasy

No no no no no

Don't touch me, Don't touch me,

Don't touch me, Don't touch me

I am a young lady now

By dropping your saree

repeatedly

you make me restless

By dropping your saree

repeatedly

you make me restless

After storming a fire in me

what can the poor saree do

Poor thing

Oh poor thing

I will tease you

you are a bombastic girl

Oh no

Ooh la la, Ooh la la,

Ooh la la, Ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Ah ah

Don't touch me, Don't touch me,

Don't touch me, Don't touch me

I am a young lady now

Hey hey hey hey

Ooh la la, Ooh la la,

Ooh la la, Ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Oh oh

Don't touch me, Don't touch me,

Don't touch me, Don't touch me

I am a young lady now

You want to interview me?

At my place?

This evening... great!

- Amma... - What is it?

It was a call from Manorama magazine.

They want to interview me.

They want to show the

world how stars live.

No film star lives like you do.

Refuse them.

Amma, these opportunities

don't come by again and again...

they will only pass

on to someone else.

What will you show?

The tiny room you live in?

I brought this deer from Africa.

Superb, sir.

This gun is an antique from Bulgaria.

Sir, deep breath, stomach in.

Click my picture...

Click my picture...

Go away... get lost!

Oops... you're early.

Ma'am...

I can come back later.

Now that you are here,

let's begin the interview.

You mean like this?

But have you worn something?

Do you bathe with your clothes on?

No.

Exactly!

Having a bath with your

clothes on is cheating...

and Silk doesn't cheat.

What you see is what you get!

What are you doing?

You are only taking my pictures

What about my house?

When the goddess is

present in her full glory...

who cares about the temple?

Thanks to Silk I was out of work.

All day and night

she danced in my mind.

But she didn't care a

damn about these things.

She was running in a race...

where you must look straight ahead.

Sir...

Silk is very good at

creating headlines.

But this isn't right, sir.

A girl, that too an actress...

moreover on the front page!

Bad news, sir.

She's flying high.

Let her.

No matter how high the popcorn goes...

it always falls back in the pan.

Excellent, sir, excellent!

That's brilliant!

What are you looking for?

Someone from Manorama

had interviewed me too...

but those idiots

didn't print anything!

When will you grow up?

You brought all this

to your new house too!

What if Surya sees it?

He will be pleased

that before I met him...

I would make do with his pictures.

Surya and you are worlds apart.

I'm worried.

A thousand girls like

you are crazy for him.

And a thousand guys

like him are crazy for me.

What's to worry?

We have the world at our feet.

He has another life...

he is married.

If I had met him earlier,

perhaps he would have married me...

and I would've been his wife's place.

'Lf', 'perhaps', 'I would've been'...

when these words crop up in love,

it's better to step back.

Amma, I know I don't

have any right on Surya.

But what can I do?

There are no brakes in love.

Let's talk about something else, Amma.

You know something, sit...

do you hear that?

What?

- Listen carefully.

I don't hear anything.

Precisely! That's the

best part of living here.

You don't hear the

neighbours and no unwanted sounds.

Silk, make it more seductive.

This scene should

make the public go wild.

Make it hot.

Leave me!

Darling.

Darling.

Mr. Worm, take your shot.

That was fantastic.

What a shot!

Very good, very good...

So Silk...

were you thinking about Surya sir?

Why think about someone, with

whom I can be whenever I want to!

Ratnamma, I have

dialogues in this film.

I'm very nervous.

Why?

People will laugh at me.

Why did the Worm

have to have a premiere?

I won't attend the premiere.

Why not?

Ratnamma, I'm a dancer.

I don't even have the

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