Sanju (संजू)

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for being here.

It's a joyous day for me,

because my autobiography,

is being released.

I'm a very... misunderstood man.

If you want to know the real Sanjay Dutt,

read my autobiography.

It's my story, but written by my buddy, DN Tripathi.

And he wishes that I read you a chapter.

Chapter one...

Bapu and Sanju.

Bapu is Mahatma Gandhi.

And, Sanju... yours truly... Sanjay Dutt.

Our lives have followed quite a... similar graph.

- Hey, Tripathi... - Yes.

Killer opening! Moved me to tears.

Your wish is my command. I've put my soul into it.

Mohammad... Sudama... come here.

Tripathi has written a rump-ripping book.

Read us a chapter. Nanny, take a seat.

The book is titled “Sage Sanju...

Chapter one...

Bapu and Sanju.

Bapu is Mahatma Gandhi.

And, Sanju... yours truly... Sanjay Dutt.

Our lives have followed quite a similar graph.

For instance... we've both spent a lot of time in prison.

He's a national hero.

I'm a Bollywood hero.

He was against violence.

He walked with a stick but never used it as a weapon.

I had an AK-56 rifle and never used it either.

He dreamed of a free India.

I dream of... my freedom.

Maanayata, it's a slow starter.

Don't worry, the story picks up later.

Hold this...

pick up the bell... ring it.

Go around and worship me.

You've elevated me to Mahatma Gandhi in the first chapter.

By the end, you'll turn me into God!

Find a temple for sale.

He'll put me on the altar.

Sorry... sorry.

Buddy, tell me...

are shoes allowed inside a temple?

Not at all, Sanju.

Then how dare you wear shoes in front of God?

Sanju... I'd told you, I'm no biographer.

I'm a songwriter...

Sanju, stop it.

Sanju... please!

What about me reminds you of Gandhi?

I'll write another draft.

Shithead, you jacked my book!

Our correspondent is outside the Supreme Court.

In moments, we'll know whether the actor Sanjay Dutt,

will go to prison or be free.

In 2006, the Anti-Terrorism Court had sentenced Sanjay Dutt

to six years imprisonment in the Mumbai bomb blast case.

He'd appealed to the Supreme Court against the judgment.

The judgment was expected next week.

But, we've just received information...

the Supreme Court will give its verdict today.

Stay tuned, as we report live from the Supreme Court.

Dinesh, give us an update.

The verdict is out. Sanjay Dutt will go to prison.

The Court has sentenced him to five years,

for possession of an AK-56 rifle.

When does he go to prison?

The Court has given him a month to surrender...

so he can complete his films.

His father, late Sunil Dutt, popular actor and politician...

his mother, late Nargis, iconic actor of the '603...

the scion of this eminent family, Sanjay, will go to prison.

Let's hear what people have to say.

Five years is nothing. He should be hanged!

Traitor... a bloody terrorist!

Celebrities have it easy.

Such terrorists should be shot dead!

Come inside.

Dear Maanayata...

When the kids start school,

they are sure to be asked...

"Where's your terrorist-dad? In prison?“

It'll be easier for them to say, "No, he's dead."

Sanju!

Suicide may solve your problem,

not your kids“.

They'll still be called terrorist's kids.

We decided to fight, didn't we?

That we'll get the truth out there.

Didn't we try?

What did we get? Bapu and Sanju!

That's what you get with knuckleheads.

Write it yourself.

Struggled with a four-line suicide note.

Imagine a 400-page book!

We'll find a good writer.

Why Will they be interested?

It's said, "Bad choices make good stories."

And you're the king of bad choices.

Some writer out there will understand this.

Sanju, be respectful.

She's no Tripathi. She's Winnie Dias.

World's top biographer.

She's down from London.

Control slang like... rump-ripper, jacked...

Got it. Okay... bye!

Winnie...

I won't take much of your time.

I wanted...

I can't write your biography. I'm sorry.

Why not?

When your wife called,

I asked around and...

And they said, "I'm a terrorist."

Yes.

Who are these people? Do they know me?

Do they hang outwith me?

Then how can they be so sure?

Their opinion is based merely on TV and print news.

And these TV anchors, newspaper reporters,

who dish out opinions everyday,

haven't met me either!

The media has maligned me.

So, I need a good writer to present my side of the story.

You think millions will read your biography?

It doesn't work like that.

Thousands of books rot away in book stores.

Once in a blue moon a book comes that...

That's a rump-ripper!

My story's that!

What's there in your life story?

Drugs... alcohol... guns?

Give me just one hour. Guns... drugs... alcohol...

Pick any chapter, I'll tell you the story...

I guarantee... you'll be jacked...

I mean... jack... it'll be a J K Rowling.

I have a month to surrender.

This time I may not survive.

One hour, please.

Okay.

5 pm tomorrow. Right here.

At 6 pm, I'll tell you if I'm jacked or not.

Done.

Alright.

From Amitabh Bachchan to Sachin Tendulkar...

you've upset everyone.

Sorry?

So many heroes, but you'll pen a terrorist's biography!

Rubbish... this is fake news.

He too is a fake. This is a pressure tactic.

- Who are you? - Zubin Mistry.

Doesn't help.

I'm into construction. I construct malls.

I suggest you don't write this book.

And you came all the way to "suggest" it?

I'm here daily... to jog. Saw you here, so...

Jog in a suit? Is work-wear shorts?

- Listen. - Excuse me!

He's dangerous.

Look at this. He hit me.

He's on cocaine, LSD, heroin...

A womanizer, too. Ask him his score.

Any number less than 200, he's lying.

Want to know his truth? Call me.

Big fan.

Sanju.

For once, I feel like thanking the press.

One headline... and you're here.

- Why did you get this printed? - I didn't, Winnie.

Reporters live outside my gate. They follow me everywhere.

If you were a doctor,

they'd print, “Sanju ill", an actress... "Sanju's new lady.“

They want spicy headlines. Not the truth.

- That's why we've come to you. - Will he tell me the truth?

Nothing but the truth. Fire away.

Okay. Alright.

Excluding your wife, how many women have you slept with?

- Look here. - Sure, of course.

Should I count the prostitutes or...?

No, let's keep them aside.

Never kept a score-card.

But once, I did the math, I recalled around 308.

I must've missed a few. On the safe side, let's say... 350.

Do you know him?

Zubinl He was my friend.

I nicknamed him "God".

Since you picked him, let's start with chapter "God".

My time starts now.

1981 my debut film. He was always on the sets.

Dad was directing me and I was nervous as hell.

Cut. . . cut.

Sonny, your lips are off sync.

Match them to the song.

And... a romantic reaction when the girl sings.

But, dad... where's the girl?

How do I react to a cold camera?