Dekh Tamasha Dekh

Our beloved Sun is 60 years old. The name of the Sun is Mutha Seth.

And the Gods created him in a leisurely pace

Boss, l am not to blame.

Not to blame?

The Enquiry Committee's report lays it on you... all your fault.

Boss... this is wrong !

All right, l'm kicking this upstairs.

l'll tell them what you're saying... it's a committee of assholes.

l didn't say that. - What else?

Honestly, l am... a very honest cop.

The one honest cop in all of lndia. Honestly, what've you done?

She was placed in my charge.

l was always with Madam Elizabeth when she went for walks,

at lunch and dinner.

l ensured that she took her medicines timely.

l slogged 24 hours, l stuck with her. - Then how did Elizabeth get pregnant?

Not my fault.

How come her belly swelled?

l didn't...

Come clean. Who did it? - No one.

Moron... never read biology in school?

No one did anything, still she got a swelling? Miracle?

lt's a belly, not a balloon. Who did it to Elizabeth?

Blackie. - Who's Blackie?

l don't remember him clearly.

Bozo, one shot under that ear and you'll remember.

l was escorting Elizabeth to the Police Grounds.

On the way, l stopped.

Why?

To eat betel-leaf with betelnut.

Go on.

There was a crowd at the betel-leaf-betelnut shop.

He was making betel-leaf-betelnut and he was taking his own sweet time.

The shopkeeper... - ls he Blackie?

No! The shopkeeper is a straight guy, strong, moustachioed.

He only likes wrestling. -

Who likes wrestling? -The shopkeeper.

Get over your shopkeeper! Make it quick.

l took my betel-leaf with betelnut and when l turned around,

Elizabeth wasn't there!

What? - Yes! l was screaming for her...

Elizabeth... Elizabeth madam ! But she was nowhere.

l was walking, screaming... and then suddenly...

Suddenly...?

There she was, standing under a tree.

Alone?

Boss, this is embarrassing.

She wasn't alone. - Who else was there?

Blackie was with her. - Who is Blackie?

Black dog. Mongrel. - What did you do?

Everything possible! l blew my whistle! l went at him with my cudgel.

l was about to fire in the air... but... - What?

By then it was all over.

Blackie had shamed the police department.

Constable laik! lt's you ault!

All because of your negligence...

Elizabeth the star police bitch bore a litter of six and she died.

There's no dearth of cunts like you...

but where will we find one honest bitch?

Boss, l didn't do anything !

Blackie was raping Elizabeth in front of your eyes and you did nothing?

Get out of here! - Boss, please save me!

This Blackie has destroyed me! - Then find Blackie! Take off his cap!

Take his cap! Go find Blackie!

- l'll be like a father to Elizabeth's puppies!

Please, save me!

l told you to keep this vehicle in shape. The new boss is coming...

He was to have come at 7. Now he's coming at 6! Doesn't value time!

What are you upto?

Get down and push.

Push... give it all you got.

This won't move even a pubic hair ... pump up the jam.

There's a new boss.

Fist impession is last impession. Pump it up.

When are we going to get there?

Yusuf Khan here...

speaking... yes.

The officer comes... car breakdown? Okay.

Sir !

Give me sir, give me...

Welcome to Canda.

Sir... this is Yusuf Khan.

This is welcome...

a traditional welcome.

The local boys dance.

O'Lord, save this spare this poor soul from the clutches of ghosts.

o! PBlackie las uine me!

My wife deserted me because of Blackie.

Blackie has driven me to the streets.

Now l stand before You !

Help me to find Blackie.

Help me, Lord !

Tell me where he is. You know everything.

Tell me... where is he?

Blackie... is that him?

Blackie... Blackie...

Rafiq, take whatever you want.

Give the rest to the junk dealer.

Professor Shastri's new book. - Which one?

History or Myths? This will shake up our society.

Nothing can shake our society.

l'm writing an article on this book. - No place for that in my newspaper.

This newspaper is changing.

Write on astrology. - l know nothing about it.

l don't believe in astrology. - You needn't.

Only paint a rosy future. No one will complain.

Must be Mutha Seth. Tell him l left long ago.

Ye faithful shall be rewarded with health, long life and prosperity.

And rice and grains and profits from all ventures.

And a life of many pleasures.

Stop.

Welcome... welcome sir. - This is not necessary.

Have l come to the wrong place? - No sir! Please come in.

Sawant, what's going on inside?

Puja (A Hindu prayer)

You enter at the correct time! Today is most auspicious.

A sacred day...

A holi day. And you are welcome.

Why a religious ceremony in a police station? - lt is a tradition.

Come in, si.

lat i sometlin g lappens out tlee - ike lat

What will happen?

lt's nothing... look up and behold ! God is there.

Look within... God is there.

Come si, come unto Go.

Go in... stay inside.

We invoke the blessings of our Gurus and in the name of God we shall pray

We also seek the blessings of the Goddesses.

Tell everyone to get to work.

No tensions about work.

God takes care of everything. - Sawant, they must get back to work.

Yes, immediately after the ceremony. - Right now. Start work.

God help us.

Glory to the Gods, the Most Benevolent,

Givers of all my life's wishes

We worship your golden idols with sandalwood and vermilion.

What? Are you insisting that our newspaper has changed?

l don't see any change. Today's like any other day.

No sir! Look at this paper... - That thing is looking to ruin me.

Unlike you, l'm no intellectual.

l'm uneducated. l sold animal fodder to succeed in life.

l've stopped printing serious articles.

l'm trying to push light reading. l have changed the style totally.

Then why isn't my paper selling?

The advertisers have run away. Circulation is dwindling.

A day will come when you alone will read my paper.

Building a circulation takes some time, sir.

l've been hearing that for 6 months.

How long? Until after we're dead and gone?

Why did l summon you so urgently?

Why?

Why? Why?

Had you arrived urgently, l'd remember.

Should l wait? - lf you have work, run along.

l'll call you when l remember. And come pronto.

Sure, sir.

Shut him up.

Yes, l remember! Kulkarni...

Meet Deshpande.

Who...? - lf you ask too many questions, l'll forget.

What was l talking of...?

Deshpande...? - Yes him.

He is a marketing man...

Educated abroad or something like that.

Kulkarni, you are wise. Keep your values and principles to yourself.

And listen to him.

But sir... - Don't ask too many questions. Work.

And listen... say hello to him.

There he comes again. - Go.

Comfortable? - Go.

Badshah... Badshah-boss... - What?

That horse-cart-wallah Hamid is stone drunk.

Warn him ! lf he doesn't pay his booze bills, l'll confiscate his horse cart.

Now get lost!

Come in Shabbo.

Shop inauguration done? - Not shop. You call a studio a studio.

Whatever, but now you're on. - Except an auspicious offering.

What is that? - The first photo has got to be yours.

Then do it quickly.

Sit in the lmpala.

Shabbo, that's an lmpala car. Not your dad's horse-cart.

Prashant, never ridicule my dad.

Sorry!

Relax Shabbo, no tensions. You own that car.

Spread your arms, like ladies who own cars.

What's this lmpala on the inside? The nails on the bench are pricking.

Then pretend as if it isn't pricking. Not even nails can hurt lovers.

Don't give me one-liners. Take the photo.

Come on.

You took the photo? - lt's perfectly okay.

How could you just snap it? - Why?

The big photo-wallahs say smile -smile and all that. Then they click.

You can't get a thing right.

Shabbo, you're smiling 24*7. No point telling you to smile.

Come on, sit on the moon. You'll see when the photo is done.

Send it to Bombay. Bollywood producers will line up for you.

When they come, they'll hire Hamid's cart.

- l warned you, never ridicule my dad.

Put on these sandals. l bought them. You'll look like a fairy.

Now lie down on the moon. You look pretty.