Daraar

Mom! Open the door, Mom!

Open the door, Mom!

Mom!

My child...!

What are you doing here at this hour, Priya?

What's wrong? Why don't you speak?!

What's wrong with you? Go on! Tell me, my child!

You're drenched! What's wrong with my little girl?!

I'll tell you everything later, Mom!

Let me pack our bags first... We're moving out!

It's not safe for us to stay here anymore.

But what's all this about?! Tell me!

I've left Goa for good, Mom.

But why did you do that, Priya?!

Had | not done that...

...I'd either have died or ruined my life.

You don't know what I've been through, trying my best, Mom...

Killed the doctor?! Do the Police know about it?!

No! The Police think it's a case of suicide; not murder.

That man was a sadist, Mom...

| was caught in a vicious trap! I just didn't know what to do!

And then, | got the opportunity last night.

I just fled the place and came here.

I've carried every useful thing with me...

...and taken care to destroy every piece of evidence against me.

But what will we do if people get to know about you?

No, Mom! Nobody will ever know about me!

As far as the world is concerned, I'm no longer alive.

Hurry up, Mom... Let's leave Pune immediately.

- But where will we go then? - We're going to Simla.

Greetings... I'm Dhyan Singh.

Greetings to you, too. I'm Priya and this is my Mother.

Greetings, Madam... This is my daughter, Asha.

She's a nurse in the Vivekananda Hospital in town.

The letter, Priya...

Dr Sen has sent a note for you.

When Bahadur told me that you had arrived from Goa...

...l understood the reason immediately.

You should have informed us about your arrival.

Actually, we planned it all too suddenly.

But | was expecting you!

The doctor had already telephoned to inform me...

...that you'd be bringing your mother along for treatment...

...and that you'd stay here, too.

Take them inside, dear.

You must be tired after your journey. Go inside and relax.

I'll meet you this evening, after I've attended a meeting.

Take their luggage inside, Bahadur!

This bungalow has been lying vacant for quite some time now.

The doctor went away to Goa, after leaving it under father's care.

He used to come here only occasionally.

Just one day after he called for you,...

...we got to know that he had committed suicide.

He had everything given to him by the Almighty.

His folks are in the States...

| wonder why he resorted to suicide?

You'll find everything you need in this house.

But should you still need something, | stay close-by.

I'll take your Mother to the hospital tomorrow morning. Okay?

I've examined her.

Your mother suffers from High Blood Pressure and excess sugar.

Till we bring that under control, we can't perform the operation.

So, she'll have to stay here for a few more days.

I've spoken to the doctor, Mom.

He says the operation will take some time.

You'll have to stay here till then.

But that will cost a lot of money, won't it, dear?

Don't worry about that, Mother.

Mr. Dhyan Singh has found a job for me at the estate-agency.

Bhola! Sukhdev!

Where are all of you?

This is Raj calling from Simla! How are you, Mom?!

I'm fine. How are you?

My painting has won an award, thanks to your blessings, Mom!

Congratulations!

I'm even throwing a party today. I'll have the cream of Simla attending!

| see! But when are you returning to Mumbai?

In a couple of days, | should say.

The honor and love you have bestowed on me, by coming here today...

...is much bigger than the award I've won.

Man can win awards, whenever he really aspires for them...

...but he cannot really get love, however badly he wants it.

Mr. Dhyan Singh! Manager...

...get Mr. Dhyan Singh a drink. And don't depend on the waiters.

The guests must lack nothing!

Please don't worry, sir. I'll personally look after the guests.

Where's Hari?

Hari! Come here!

Yes, sir?

Look, Hari. You have a dirty habit of getting drunk and creating a scene.

-1 don't want you... - You need not worry, sir.

These revered guests are like God to me!

It becomes our duty to look after their comfort.

I'll work with all my heant, sir. | won't even touch liquor!

Okay. Go on...

He'll work with all his heart... and you must use your brains.

Just make sure that he doesn't swallow a few quick ones.

Congratulations, Mr. Raj!

Mr. Raj has asked you not to let Hari have any liquor, Manager.

How will you know, if he has some on the sly?

We'll know, all right.

The moment he has a few drinks, his eyebrows move up like this...

And when he's had one too many, he twists his cheek around, too.

This is how he does it

Hello! Is everything okay?

You don't need anything more, do you?!

We're from the TV.

- Don't park yourself here! - What's that?

Don't worry! We have special arrangements for TB patients!

What nonsense! We're not TB patients!

We want Mr. Raj's interview for the TV-station.

The television, eh? The Master's interview?!

Actually, he appeared to me to be a patient of T.B.!

But guests, you know, are loved by the Almighty!

- What was that? - Guests are like God, | say...

Follow me... Come along!

Sir... Sir!

The lady wants to make a film on you!

We want an interview from you.

It's very noisy down here.

- Follow me... - Goon! Get in!

- Since when are you a waiter? - Since I've learnt to walk, sir.

- And what stuff is this? - Whiskey!

- What's this?! - Whiskey!

Who is it for? Am | a guest? ...a drunkard?

You're offering me booze, eh? You idiot!

Can't you understand so much? Get going now...!

I'm not a drunk, am I?! They just don't understand!

Which of this is scotch and which is plain whiskey?

I wouldn't know, sir... | don't touch this stuff.

| stick to my own brand.

Shut up! And what do you drink?

The Blue Label? Oris it the Royal Salute?!

You insolent idiot! Don't you know how to talk to guests?

He's a guest... not a dog!

Neither is he a bastard; nor a tramp!

Guests are like God Himself, you should know!

- What's wrong, my Lord? - It's very simple.

| just asked him which one of them was scotch and which was whiskey.

And the stupid fellow says this is simply not his brand!

Relax... I'll tell you.

That's not the one, is it? He's checking it out for us!

Not that either, eh?

- This is scotch! - Scotch, eh?

- But haven't you already...? - That's right. Here you are!

- Some soda, please... - Here you are! Bye!

Why do you always paint only landscapes?

Why don't you do a portrait of human beings instead?

| mean, why don't you paint a human being?

Isn't man a creation of nature, too?

| have yet to come across a face that appeals to me in beauty.

The day | do come across one, I'll do a portrait, too.

So, Hari?! You've had liquor, haven't you?

Who the hell has "had" it?! I've only tasted it for someone!

These guests here are like Gods!

They're Gods... and you must never hesitate to help them!

Don't you finger-around with my work, Manager!

I'm doing it with all my heart, okay?

You must use your brains in what you do instead!

He's drunk, after all! God alone knows what will happen now!

So, bloody fatso...

Will you blow this cursed "pipe" after the party is over?

Aren't you getting paid?! Play it! Go on!

Is this is a pipe or something you unearth skeletons with?!

You're exposing all the guests out here!

| won't let you get away!

Scram!

What other hobbies do you have, apart from painting?

Reading, listening to music, making friends...

...throwing parties to share my joy and trying to be a perfect host.

- No trouble | hope, sir? - The trouble is...

...that | need a chair. Will | get one?

Chair, eh? Certainly! Here's one...

What's wrong?! Why are you screaming?

Nothing much... it's an old chair. It must be a nail poking me.

That's no nail... It's my finger!

The cursed fly!

Hold it, sir! I'll get the fly!

I'm known for my skill in killing flies! Really!

A mere fly behaving like a shy woman, eh?!

Settle down now, like a nice woman... Settle down, | say!

There! It's settled down!

He's sozzled!

That's funny!

Hold on now...

Step aside... quick!

What have you done?! Damn you!

I'm calling from the Raj Malhotra House, Sir.

There's a fly here, which is making life miserable for us...

Please send the pest-control chap with the smoke immediately.

There's great tension out here, sir!

Looks like a terrorist...

...has gained entry into the party in the guise of a fly!

Could be the foreign-hand, too, sir... who can ever say?

We're all worried, sir...

Just send over the guy with the smoke, sir...

There's a fire in Malhotra House. Come over quickly!

Where did these guys from the Fire Brigade spring from!?

Stop that water! It's only a fly!

Stop the water!