The Dirty Picture Page #5
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film could take off...
I was used as a boarding pass.
Yet people say I'm vulgar.
You made me dance...
but nobody noticed my
effort or my sincerity.
You were busy noticing something else.
Yet you label me disgusting...
sexy...
My films are not meant to be
watched with the family but...
end up with a bigger family.
If I open a few buttons...
then everyone will break into a sweat.
Don't you worry...
I'm leaving...
because except for me,
everyone else here is honourable.
But I must say, your
honour is unbelievable.
You make films about sex,
you sell them...
you watch them, you show them...
you even present them with awards...
but you're scared to acknowledge them.
Neither will you change, nor will I.
Wrap yourself with your
so-called-honour and...
I will carry on shedding my clothes.
I will continue making
these Dirty Pictures.
And I will bring these
Dirty Pictures before you.
Who are you?
Nayla.
Oh!
So it is you who writes
all the bad stuff about me.
It will be bad if I
stop writing about you.
What do you mean?
I mean...
what you're doing
today is a rebellion.
Years later people
will call it freedom.
I don't get you.
Stay as you are...
like a storm...
don't think too much.
Because if you do, you'll fade away.
I am Silk.
I'm not some film that will
change after the interval.
That's Surya's wife and
she's coming towards us.
Finally I've met you.
I'm sure you have...
but there's a lot more to me.
I like you better in
person than on the screen.
I heard a lot about you
too and you're less either.
He looks just like his father.
He even behaves like him.
You have no idea...
what it is like to
be a superstar's wife.
Even so there isn't a lot
of difference between us.
No...
there is a lot of difference.
No, Radhikaji...
the difference is as big as a mole.
I have a mole near my heart and...
you have one...
on what you sit.
What? How do you know?
Your face gave it away.
That you have a mole...
right where I said it is.
Hey writer boy!
Are you going to stand by
your brother and not talk to me?
You're pretending as
if you don't know me.
What do you want?
Tell me.
What I want...
can only be enjoyed at night.
Night?
Why not now?
What will people think?
What will Surya think?
Right here, right now?
This is between you and me.
Actually...
things didn't work out with Surya.
Now it's all up to you.
I'll see you at night... alone!
What are you doing?
You are doing it all wrong.
Do it right.
Don't hold it, let me do it.
You're doing it all wrong.
I know how to slide it in.
Is this your first time?
Never mind me.
Slide it in properly.
We haven't even moved
yet and you're all wet!
Whatever you do, do it nice and easy.
Now ease into first gear...
slowly.
Easy, yes... slowly...
Look straight ahead.
Slowly...
Yes, that's the way.
Look straight ahead.
What are you doing?
Look straight ahead.
Now add a little pressure on
this pedal, it's the accelerator.
Okay...
Thanks.
Now that you've bought a car...
you should've hired a driver as well.
I bought the car from
the winnings at the derby.
I can't decide whether...
I should hire a driver or a jockey.
Do you know that was my horse?
Well then...
you are lucky for me.
No, you are lucky.
I saw you whispering to
the horse before the race.
What did you say?
It seemed depressed.
I said nobody has
ever looked at my feet.
Hold your head high and
leave everyone behind.
And it did.
Your words are so loaded
with horsepower that...
they rein in the wild spirit in men...
...while they revive the
sagging spirit of horses.
Tell me...
who holds your reins?
Meaning?
If I spell it out, you'll blush.
Do you have a girlfriend?
No.
Why not?
In the beginning, a
girlfriend is delicious as cream...
but then she slowly
engulfs you like cholesterol...
and finally strikes
like a heart attack!
Fine, I'll see for myself...
how long an ascetical celibate
like you can resist...
...the charms of a single woman.
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
Trying to meet you is like
jumping across an electric fence.
Sit.
You can get a 440 volt shock anytime!
Did you think I'm AAA battery?
I'm a transformer.
Transformer!
Are you planning on
giving me something lethal?
Are you out of breath already?
You better save some.
What is this?
Neither is it your birthday nor mine.
So what's this cake for?
Blow away your old life.
And wish your new
one a happy birthday.
What do you think you're doing?
Are you okay?
Many who have gained fame
hide behind their black deeds.
At least you are covered in white.
You are crazy.
Happy Birthday.
- What are you doing! - To you too!
Hello!
Hey guys, stop press now!
Anything new about Silk?
I have something that
will create a sensation.
Tell us, Nayla. What did Silk do now?
I haven't thought about it.
About what?
What do I label Silk?
Manipulative or helpless?
Vamp or just a victim?
How are the pictures?
I'll cut them out.
What about the
rubbish written about us?
I don't know what has been written.
In fact, I don't care and never did!
I cut out the pictures,
but only if they are good.
A newspaper may go stale in a day...
but the news in it remains
fresh for years to come.
And these journalists never
write anything good about you.
Now they've labelled you Draupadi.
Ma'am...
Nayla madam is busy at the party.
She said she can't meet anyone
and I shouldn't let anyone in.
Didn't you tell her it's Silk?
Yes, ma'am, I know you. I told her.
What's this party about?
Ma'am, the party is to celebrate
Nayla madam's best journalist award.
A lot of high profile people
and celebrities are present.
Thank you.
Kumar...
call the police.
I guess they heard I'm on the way.
Yes, sir.
But they are looking in
the opposite direction.
Honk... honk!
Otherwise they won't give way.
I can't stay here like these idiots.
Let's go back.
I'll check what's going on.
Are you alright?
What are you doing?
Stealing the thunder
from Nayla's party.
You are unbelievable, Silk.
Why ruin just one party,
when I can ruin two!
Driver, start the car... come on!
There are many stars in
this industry, Silk...
but there's only one hero
- you.
That was unbelievable.
You publicly wrecked
her private party.
Now Nayla will never celebrate
anything, not even her birthday!
Once Silk decides on something,
she goes through with it.
Surya, for instance.
His mouth was open
like an uncovered manhole.
I hope you didn't mind...
me kissing you.
My heart said so and I did.
Even though the
heart is on the left...
its decisions are always right.
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