The Dirty Picture Page #5

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...

people watch them alone and

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've heard a lot about 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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