Vishwaroopam Page #2

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Did you see how suspicious he was?

Why wouldn't he be?

My looks, his age...

l'm also rich...

Suspicions and

jealousy are only natural.

This isn't funny.

What will l do?

Will put the money in safe.

Enter into the computer and then we go.

Shall l go outside?

No no no open the computer,

password is ''Moolah''.

- You just told me the password.

- Ya...of course babe, partner.

Now pass me the money.

ls it safe to keep all this money here?

Why not in a bank?

You don't trust banks?

l do.

But American banks don't

trust some of my customers.

What customers?

Yemen, most of the

middle east countries, Nigeria.

What is wrong with them?

Can't they stop bragging?

They have to raise Obama's ratings.

So? Why celebrate someone's

death as if it were a party?

People usually

celebrate a demon's death.

Try telling that to the demon's family.

Why are we worried for them?

What say you john.

You should go home Ashmita...

before Nirupama comes.

Come on l'll drop you.

Go.

Bye Viz. Jag. Work tomorrow, lets

hope it doesn't turn out to be a wet job.

We just have to do what we have to do.

Or our respect and dignity will suffer.

We have a reputation to keep.

Do we! What kind?

Good night cuckold.

Come on let's go.

Hello, madam! What's

your husband's name?

Fantastic!

After all this time,

now you ask me his name?

l thought it was Vishwanath,

a Hindu name.

lf you know, why ask?

l'm confused.

l have good reason to ask.

Either Vishwanath is

a fake name or he has converted.

Converted?

Convert to what?

- Hello, Uncle.

- Yes, tell me.

Nirupama's fatso is after me.

- Where are you?

- Me? Near the warehouse.

Why did you go there?

Why? Because of Farouk.

How would l know l'd be followed?

What do l do?

Run! Just lose him.

What are you looking for brother?

Brother, my name is peter,

l'm looking for a friend's house.

He gave me the keys but

they don't seem to fit in.

ls it door number 9? Oh 27!

Ok sorry for the trouble brother.

See you bye.

Brother Salim.

Brother...

Brother.

Brother?

Where is he now?.

At the factory! The meat factory.

This way.

A couple of questions,

a couple of strikes.

and he dropped dead.

We can make it look like suicide.

l got his signature just in case.

There are many details in his notes.

Name, address, client name,

Dr. Nirupama, boss Deepak.

Deepak of Deep Research?

Take care of it right away.

Hello, Deep? What a mess!

We've opened a can of worms.

You know?.

Know what?

Yes, that's right.

Let's talk in person.

Come right away.

Here? Wiz will be home any minute.

What the hell have you

gone and done women?

- Deep language.

- Shut up.

Why did you send your

detective to Farouk's place?

How did you...

Whose place?

Don't faff around with me woman.

This is dangerous.

Deep, why are you talking

like that? You've changed.

l don't mind changing.

l mind dying! l'm scared.

Why the hell did you

send the detective there?

l did it for us.

l thought it would be good for

us if he caught Wiz red handed.

- He's Muslim.

- Your husband is Muslim?

Mr. Deep what a surprise.

Did you offer him anything, Niru?

Are you Muslim?

What?

Cut the crap! Trust me, he is Muslim.

What else have you been hiding from me?

Excuse me.

Let's not argue in front of others.

Listen to me...

lf you touch her

l'll break your hand.

Hands off!

l should be saying that.

She's my wife!

How dare you come to

my house and threaten me?

Please get out.

Oh, really? Come on.

Let's go, Deep.

No, this is our house.

You stay, he gets out.

We'll get out so the police can come.

No no no no. No!

Did you lead

the detective to that place?

Why would l lead him?

He followed me to the warehouse.

Hold it right there.

Did l say warehouse? Did l?

You mother f...

You knew?.

Sure, l've known my mother since birth.

l'll break your face!

Oh, l get it! Don't insult

my mother in front of my wife.

- Show some respect, or else...

- Or else what?

Deep, he can't take all that!

You'll kill him.

One murder is enough.

- Murder?

- Wow, look at his acting!

Why are you acting?

This won't work.

l'll let them handle it.

That's right.

Call the police.

No not the cops you fool!

Fool? Watch your tongue.

l'm not your wife yet.

Thank God for that.

Come in

lt's just these two?

Who are you people?

He's my friend! He's here

to ask you some questions.

Questions?

- Who the hell are you?

- Shut up.

No questions! Come with me.

Why should we?

l'm calling 911.

Why would you hit a woman like that?

Would it hurt if l hit her like this?

That's why.

What's your name?

- Tawfeeq.

- Vishwanath.

No hurry, Tameez.

Take your time.

Just keep chewing on

the tape until the cops arrive.

lt's stuck, boss.

Excuse me do you have

scissor, knife, blade.

Second drawer on the counter.

Second drawer.

Yes, that drawer.

Why do you need scissors?

Why are you cutting your

dirty tape with our scissors?

Would you like it if we cut our

dirty tape with your scissors?

lt's very unhygienic.

Hello.

Go.

Go, go.

Go.

Please shut the door.

Please.

Quickly.

Shut it.

What's your husband's real name?

He just told me.

Some Muslim name.

Tell him! Oh, Farouk.

What? Farouk is my name.

Tameez...Tariq!

No, don't just guess.

The thug will...Sorry.

The gentleman will hit me.

Mr. Farouk, my name is Tawfeeq.

She just found out now.

You wanted to question them.

l've brought them here.

Do as you please, just let me go.

Deep, you creep, you are

handing us over to these pigs.

He hits me and you just stand there?

What kind of a man are you?

You need a man?

How about this one

kneeling beside you? Ask him.

He'll rush to your rescue.

What can he do with his hands tied?

Untie him and see for yourself.

No, what are you doing?

No need, sir! Keep me tied up.

l will...

Correct! Spit out the truth.

Yuck! Why?

There are cleaner ways to say it.

But you must believe me.

l swear on Allah.

- Nasser is my name.

- What?

Tawfeeq is also a good name.

Still, my name is Nasser.

Did it hurt?

l always get hit there.

At this rate, we won't have children.

We? Who?

Who else?

For better or for worse,

you are my wife.

Okay, okay.

Don't cry.

Shush.

Call Salim.

l'll tell him and leave.

No, no one moves without

orders from Brother Omar.

Omar? Who's that?

Yes, Farouk.

Tell me.

Who?

Hold on.

Brother, it's Farouk.

Can Deepak leave?

We don't know who the other guy is.

Who?

Dr. Nirupama's husband.

A Muslim.

He's living in New York

under a Hindu name.

A photo.

Photo.

- Does he have a photo lD?

- E-mail.

- What?

- E-mail.

Send me a picture of him.

- E-mail it.

- Yes, Brother.

Okay, Brother.

l will, in two minutes.

- Ask him if l can leave.

- Shut up!

Sorry! Sorry very sorry.

Krishna!

Krishna? Son of a...

You said you were Muslim.

l swear on Allah.

l'm Muslim.

But l'm also a good actor.

l got into character.

You didn't like that?

Allah Hu Akbar!

Enough?

Mocking me?

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