-(film projector clicks, whirrs) -(crowd clapping)
(pleasant music playing)
(interviewer) When the lights dim at the movies,
we dream with our eyes open.
But, Victor Uncle,
your films aren't just dreams.
They're truly a celebration.
(Victor) Thank you, thank you.
(interviewer) I learnt the tropes of love from your films.
(Victor laughs heartily)
Forty years and Viktory Studios is still ruling the roost.
-How do you do it? -(Victor chuckles)
(Victor) My son,
cinema has never been just a business for me.
It's my religion.
I live by this religion and shall one day--
-(glass shatters) -(car alarm ringing)
(man) Switch on the camera and shoot!
(reporter 1) Today has been an eventful day
for the legendary Viktory Studios.
(reporter 2) News that will send shivers down your spine.
A scandal has rocked the 40-year legacy of Viktory Studios to its core!
(reporter 1) And here he comes the movie maverick, Raghu Khanna,
who looks a bit like a deer in front of headlights right now.
I'll find out what that old fox has been up to.
I'll fuck that bitch Nandy!
This shocking news has caused quite a stir in the industry.
And the reason behind it is a girl.
-And her name is Mahika Nandy. -(crowd chattering)
-(door shuts sharply) -(breathing rapidly)
(musical crescendo)
Fuck you, Mahika Nandy!
(riveting opening music)
(music fades out)
(announcer) Next station, Andheri.
(catchy bass guitar music)
(vehicles honking)
(rapping) ♪ Life's hectic and busy here It's tough to survive ♪
♪ Office may be in Dadar But the house is in Vasai ♪
♪ In the noisy clamour The mind's gone crazy ♪
♪ In the chaos of the film industry Lies the vibe of Mumbai ♪
(singing) ♪ I wonder What this jungle is ♪
♪ Why did I choose to wander here? ♪
♪ People are broke and penniless ♪
♪ Yet they've got expensive dreams ♪
-Hello? -(woman) Have you reached office?
I wish.
In this city, reaching from one place to the other takes a lifetime.
Laxmi Industrial Estate?
-Ma'am, no solo rides. -Okay, fine.
Beta, listen,
I have transferred some money into your account.
(Mahika) Why, Ma?
I was just venting to you the other day, for no particular reason.
(chuckles) Don't be silly.
You deserve this.
It's my struggle, Ma. Let me handle it on my own.
Let me work hard, Ma. The money will eventually follow.
I'm transferring the money back.
Ma, I've reached the office. I'll call you later.
-Wait, listen to-- -Bye!
♪ I feel so lost ♪
♪ I feel entangled ♪
-♪ I feel so lost ♪ -(Aditi) Hey! What's up?
'Sup!
How was Pyaar Dangerous?
(scoffs) Very dangerous!
Oh, God.
By the way, I have even more
-dangerous gossip to give you. -(phone ringing)
-You'll love it. -Wait a second.
-(Tarun) Mahika! -Good morning, sir?
What good morning? Where are you?
I'm in the office, sir.
Yeah, whatever.
I'm calling in sick today.
You'll have to review Pyaar Dangerous today.
-(comedic music) -(Tarun clears throat)
Zico has shown up from Viktory Studios.
He has a list of pointers. Just play along.
-But-- -Just do it, Mahika.
-Sir-- -Don't stress. Bye.
-(music turns tense) -(ragged breathing)
Shit.
(Zico) What was her name again?
I mean the critic, man.
Mahika.
Ah, I think she's here.
(upbeat music)
Mahika?
I am Zico.
-Tell me. -I just had a word with Tarun.
He told me you're reviewing Pyaar Dangerous.
It's Raghu Khanna's film.
Blockbuster!
It's shaken up the industry.
Just add to the hype now.
Four-star review.
Accept this as a token on behalf of Viktory Studios.
A brand new phone.
If Raghu Khanna is happy, then you'll be happy.
-(sighing) -(music turns tense)
-(notification dings) -One second.
-(music turns jittery) -(notification dings)
(music rises)
(notification dings repeatedly)
(music fades out)
-(man 1) Roll sound. -(man 2) Rolling, sir!
(man 1) Roll camera.
(woman) Rolling!
(man 1) And action!
-(hissing) -(guitar riff plays)
(singing)
♪ There are many talks About you and me ♪
♪ The lane you walk through Oh, girl, that's mine ♪
♪ If you don't want to walk with me Then tell me ♪
♪ I won't leave you alone Halfway through ♪
♪ Don't turn your eyes away from us Beautiful ♪
♪ Your class is distinct from all ♪
♪ You seem to be my special one ♪
♪ All other girls fail In comparison to you ♪
♪ Your class, girl Is unique and stands out ♪
-(gate thumps) -(car revving up)
(keys jingling)
(music interlude)
-(man 1) And track in! -(camera stand rolling)
(singing continues)
(suspenseful music fades in)
(man 1) Cut! Cut! Cut!
Where the fuck is her focus?
On me.
But where is yours?
-Raghu, my brother! -Hey, Arshad.
I'm focussed on the Rs. 101 crore.
Keeping a crore aside for myself.
What will I do with just 100, man?
Ah. (scoffs)
(Yasmin) You guys are always only concerned about numbers.
I'm the only one concerned about entertainment.
(alluring music)
Not yet. What about Agent Haseena?
Where's the press release, Raghu?
The world needs to know I'm working on something like Kill Bill.
Yasmin Ali in and as...
Agent Haseena.
Trust me, baby. You are irreplaceable.
I've had a word with Gurmeet today.
Let the new draft come in. We'll announce it immediately.
Now, give me that kiss.
(music continues)
(Badshah clears throat)
(Badshah) Congratulations, brother!
(Raghu) Brother!
I'll see you later.
Kudos for 40 successful years of Viktory.
Thank you, homie.
Your homie's composing the song for your next film too.
It's a period film, bro.
End credits!
(Raghu, Badshah guffawing)
Congratulations!
-Take care, man. -See you, homie.
That shady slimeball Saajan Morarka is waiting for you.
The man has a pea-sized brain but has set out to make films.
The idiot's bagged some rights for a South Indian project.
-Should I shoo him away? -Let him sit.
Get him a selfie with Yasmin. Just keep him busy.
Let's go.
(Zico) Spot boy, please give Saajan-ji some snacks.
(intriguing music plays)
(blows)
(Prithvi) Raghu.
The HELLO! photo shoot is all set up.
We'll do it in Victor sir's cabin.
Guts.
Also, Armaan wants to meet.
He is throwing his weight around as usual.
Tell that dickhead to throw his weight around at the gym
and get on with some acting.
What is the update on 1857's poster launch?
-Prithvi? -Yeah.
Doubled up the security,
created a special meeting zone for fans.
You know how these Armaanians can get crazy.
(Zico) They get straight up your ass, man.
(Raghu) I like this. I like this.
Nice.
-How's the buzz for the film? -(Zico) Hot as hell.
Sent out a bunch of gift hampers.
Everyone's gonna be drooling with praises.
(Raghu) Good boy.
(upbeat music)
(door clicks, bangs)
(music turns intense)
(music fades out)
-Love it. Fab! -(music fades back in)
Yeah, killer!
Fab! Come forward.
(music turns catchy)
What a shot! Fab, fab, fab!
-Superb! -(shutter clicks)
(man) Three, two, one.
Go, Mahika!
(show opener plays)
Hello.
I am Mahika Nandy,
and I welcome you to yet another edition of Chali ya Pity.
This Friday brings to you Raghu Khanna's action-packed
romantic comedy-drama, Pyaar Dangerous.
Dollops of action,
solid romance,
heart-warming comedy,
a bunch of twists and turns,
the perfect combination of logic and entertainment...
-(breathes in) -(taps cue cards)
The perfect combination of logic and entertainment...
(breathes in, sighs)
It has none of it!
None of that in this ridiculous film.
The film is not just amiss, but it's truly a pity
that these filmmakers take our sensibilities for a ride.
Pyaar Dangerous has no signs of love,
and what's dangerous are producers like Raghu Khanna
who think viewership can be bought with money!
(whispers) We're fucked.
(tense music)
You can hand me a brand new phone to change my views
and manufacture a positive word-of-mouth, of course.
But what we see on the big screen,
the feeling we get with every dialogue, every crackling punchline,
the hero's dazzling entry and the dynamic songs.
You cannot manufacture that feeling
because it comes straight from the heart.
People resting largely on their father's laurels,
and minting money from legacies, put even nepotism to shame.
So, Chali ya Pity gives Pyaar Dangerous 0 out of 5 stars.
Please don't waste time watching this film.
Don't make yourself suffer.
Make people like Raghu Khanna suffer.
-(sloshing) -(music builds)
...minting money from legacies, put even nepotism to shame.
-Pyaar Dangerous 0 out of 5 stars. -(notifications ringing)
Please don't waste your time watching this film.
(car whirring)
-Yeah, come in? -(man) Nitin, come in.
-Tell me. -Son, the big daddy has arrived.
Victor sir? Shit!
(sharp footsteps)
-(cane tapping) -(energetic music plays)
Zico sir! Problem! Victor sir!
Fuck. Go stop him.
How can I stop him? (grunts)
Sing, dance, strip or shoot him. Just go fucking stop him!
(cane tapping)
Good morning, sir.
Um. You can't go in.
Can't go into my own office?
-You're fired. -No, you're not.
(jittery music)
Yes, you are. Get out.
You move, and I'll whoop your ass.
(brooding music echoes)
-(cane taps) -(footsteps)
-(music rises) -(Zico whispers) Let's go.
This studio is my life, son.
A piece of my heart.
This is my legacy and nobody...
and I mean nobody can take that away from me.
Not even my own blood.
You're doing a photoshoot to celebrate 40 years of the studio
without the person who built this studio from the ground up?
You might have given 40 years of your life to this studio.
But you seem to have conveniently forgotten the last 3 disasters.
Splurging every penny on your magnum opus Imaan-e-Ishq was
the biggest blow to this company. We'd have ended up on the streets--
Imaan-e-Ishq was my life.
(music softens)
I loved that film more than my own blood.
I wasn't aware that you could even love your own blood.
You haven't changed a bit with the times.
Nobody wants to watch your four-hour-long sagas!
The mantra today is to bounce within 2 hours.
Time is money.
That's how you make a blockbuster.
Someone, please teach him the basics!
I have left a mark in people's hearts.
You sold that for a pittance.
Bribing people for a good review?
My son,
you don't buy prestige. You have to earn it.
(inhales)
The prestige that you lost a while ago.
(music turns melancholic)
(Raghu) Tsk-tsk.
You're behaving desperately, just like a wannabe starlet.
"Put me on a cover, please! Click a picture of mine, please!"
When the ones we grow up looking up to are not worthy of it anymore,
they need to be put back in their place.
It's unfortunate.
But it's true!
(riveting music)
(motorbike whirring)
Mr. Khanna! Hel--
(people chattering)
(music intensifies, fades)
Boss, that wannabe film critic has fucked us over.
She bashed the film and outed us, telling everyone that
we bribed her.
Zico... just fuckin' handle it.
(car revving, tyres squealing)
What's the name of the critic?
Some fucking Mahika Naandi.
You mean Nandy?
Is she your neighbour?
(music turns comedic)
(door clicks, creaks)
(chair screeching)
(music stops)
(exhales)
What were you even thinking?
(indistinct chatter)
(inhales sharply, sighs)
Seriously?
I had told you. What happened?
Please tell me.
(popping knuckles)
I thought a lot.
A lot was going on and suddenly, when it came to the phone--
You could have taken it.
You need a new phone.
You've been ranting about wanting a new one for a week.
You should have just taken it.
I mean, it was just about a film and a review,
and now it's a goddamn movement.
A movement is what we need, P.
And the phone that you're mentioning was a bribe.
It came down to my self-respect, man.
High time you guys stop making such movies.
Wait a minute. What do you mean by "such movies"?
No matter how bad your review was,
it will still mint a 100 crore at the box office.
All you care about is your 100 crore.
Because films are made with money.
-They're made for money. -And the sensibilities of--
-Oh, come on... -Listen to this. Very interesting.
Raghu always says there are two wheels
that keep this machine running.
Hits and flops.
A hit film helps you make 10 more.
If three of those become a hit, you go on to make 20 more films.
But if we have 20 flops in a row, we're doomed, right?
Massy money-makers are essential so that your new-wave types
like Satya Krishnan can also make the films they want.
He's a genius. Don't drag him into this.
Whoa.
National Award and film festival runs don't make anyone a genius.
His awards are rotting at home,
-just like he is. -Fuck!
Shit.
What happened?
-(tense music) -(phone line ringing)
-(automated) The number you have-- -Fuck!
What's up? Say something.
(phone line ringing)
Who are you calling?
The number you have dialled is busy.
-Shit. -Mahi, what happened?
I'm talking to you, please!
I've been fired.
What?
Yeah.
-(music turns melancholic) -(sighs)
(Mahika's mom) Enough now. You've struggled enough.
Just come back home now.
I get worried. You're all alone there, my love.
(Mahika) I know what I'm doing, Ma.
I need you to understand that.
Look, this industry is not made for simple people like you and me.
I leave the rest to you.
-(eagle squeals) -(crowd cheering)
(man 1) Where's Armaan, guys?
(woman 1) Everyone's waiting for Armaan to show up.
Fans, reporters, everyone is here. Bring Armaan as soon as possible!
(Nitin) Walking, walking towards the vanity van.
(Sanjay) Don't just walk. Run and get him here fast.
Copy, sir.
-Armaan sir's inside, right? -Yeah, yeah. Go in.
-Why are you pulling his leg? -(laughing)
-He's totally fucked. -(knocks on door)
-Poor guy. -(door clicks)
(crowd cheering) We want Armaan! We want Armaan!
(rushed breathing)
(whispers) Fuck, man.
(walkie-talkie static)
(Sanjay) What are you doing, man? Where is Armaan?
Sanjay, he is sleeping here.
That sleeping beauty!
Kiss him and wake him up and bring him quickly.
I've had enough of these actors. I'm fried, man.
(stutters) Armaan sir.
Sir.
The media is here, sir.
Armaan sir.
The media is--
(whimpering in agony)
(stutters) Sir...
Hurts?
(stutters) Yes. A lot, sir.
Lesson of the day?
Learnt it, sir. Learnt.
(whimpers)
You try to fuck with me and I'll make sure you can't fuck again.
-Mmm? -Co-Copy, sir.
You may leave now.
I'll leave if you let go of me, sir.
(sighs)
Out.
Asshole.
(trailer door opens, shuts)
(knocking on door)
Motherfucker!
Who the fuc--
-Hey, look who's here. -(crowd cheering for Armaan)
Come on in.
Zico, stay here.
Prithvi, come with me.
(slurps)
Who am I?
(comedic music)
Armaan?
I know that, silly.
Who am I?
Actor?
(clicks teeth, inhales)
Everyone is an "actor,"
from Pankaj to Manoj.
I...
(inhales)
I am a star.
I often wonder
what pulls my fans, my Armaanians,
towards me.
That magnetic pull that they feel, what is it really?
It's there because they know Armaan will always deliver something new.
Every time.
And that is why,
I've been thinking...
I've pondered upon it deeply and--
What?
(riveting music plays)
(Armaan) Parkour.
Nobody has done Parkour in an Indian period film.
Raghu Khanna's 1857.
A legendary warrior's epic saga.
The warrior inside Armaan awakens.
(music fades out)
The youth will connect to it, the single screens will explode,
and the multiplexes will have standing ovations.
What else do we want?
What do you say, man?
Armaan, this is, uh...
We can't mess up history and factual accuracy.
It's a period film.
Brother, Armaanians are going to come to the theatre to check out your facts
or to look at me?
And by the way, we'll have to rework the ending, okay?
Who's written this rubbish, man?
I didn't know Armaan is dying in the end.
If Armaan dies, how do we make a sequel?
How will we do it?
No, Armaan. What you want cannot happen.
What do you mean?
Look, the schedule is ready,
the action is prepped,
we can't make last-minute changes.
We've written the script keeping the logic and action in mind.
I can't ruin this film by inserting Parkour into the mix.
How will I do the film, then?
(music rises)
How can I do the film if I'm not a 100 percent confident?
This is my first action film, Raghu.
And it's my fifth.
So, leave the thinking to the experts.
I know how to sell you as an action star.
Trust me. I know what I'm--
Trust?
You?
I read the reviews of Pyaar Dangerous.
You've been shredded to bits, man.
Left, right and centre.
And thanks to you, that critic is being treated like an activist.
Don't give me this spiel.
So...
I really want to trust you, man, but I just can't.
Actually, if reviews matter the most to you, Armaan,
I'm the wrong guy anyway.
I'm a man of the masses.
I want the film to open to a big number
and become the year's biggest blockbuster.
If reviews are your focus,
why are we wasting any time on this at all?
I might get negative reviews, but at least I make the big bucks.
What about your last three films?
How were the reviews?
Not great.
And the box office?
Look.
-(footsteps) -(drags chair)
You're the one who wanted an image change,
and that is why I put the film together.
It's chill, man.
I can shut it down if you want.
You know,
Shah once told me something beautiful.
Stars only become superstars
if they have the juiciest endorsements lined up.
A man of the masses.
The biggest of brands are lined up for you because of 1857.
It's fine, man. Don't stress.
Prithvi, just check out Duggu's schedule.
(footsteps descending)
(Indian trumpet, percussions playing)
Make some noise for the one and only Armaan Singh!
-(woman) I love you, Armaan! -(loud cheering)
-(loud percussions playing) -(crowds shouting)
(crowds chanting, cheering)
(energetic music playing)
(crowd) Armaan, Armaan, Armaan!
Armaan, Armaan, Armaan!
(announcer) The King of all kings!
Our Lucky Lover Armaan Singh's first action extravaganza!
-(curtains ruffle) -(confetti blasts)
1857!
(chanting) Praise the King, Armaan Singh!
Praise the King, Armaan Singh!
(announcer) Lucky Lover-ji, show us some grooves!
(Prithvi) Gotta give it to Raghu!
He's not some amateur, bro.
He knows actors inside out.
-(announcer) Hail Lord Raghu! -(crowd) Hail Lord Raghu!
(song playing) ♪ La La Lucky Lover! ♪
♪ I'm the name on every lip ♪
-♪ La La Lucky Lover! ♪ -(man) Whoo!
♪ I'm the thief of beats That the hearts skip ♪
♪ La La Lucky Lover! ♪
♪ I'm the name on every lip ♪
♪ La La Lucky Lover! ♪
♪ I'm the thief of beats That the hearts skip ♪
(loud cheering fades out)
(coughs)
-(squirting) -(grunts)
(exhales)
(TV news about Mahika's review playing in background)
(laboured breathing)
(dripping)
(sighs)
(news reporter) This has triggered a significant public backlash
and created an uproar online,
tarnishing the once-iconic Bollywood studio's reputation.
This marks a blemish on our nation's film industry.
Mahika Nandy's campaign against corruption in Bollywood
-and the unethical actions... -You okay?
...Raghu Khanna has found support from other critics.
Have you been seeing this girl?
(chuckles)
Whooped Raghu's ass and how.
Is nepotism to be blamed? (new continues)
(exhales)
(box thumps)
(intriguing music)
I have made a decision, Deven.
(chattering)
(car whirring, tyres squeal)
Can't you see where you're going?
(window slides)
Ms. Mahika Nandy?
I'm Deven from Viktory Studios.
(music intensifies)
Come with me, please.
(music turns intriguing)
(cane tapping)
(music fades)
I had other ways
to bring you here, but what can I say...
(chuckles)
Drama runs in my veins.
My apologies.
-Am I here because of the review? -(laughs)
I mean, you got me fired.
So I'm confused.
I didn't get you fired.
Raghu Khanna did.
That's pretty much the same thing.
Not at all.
There is a huge difference between Raghu Khanna and me.
A huge difference.
(cane tapping)
(Mahika) I'm assuming he saw my review,
and he called me because of that.
I thought he'd get angry with me or shout at me.
He only wanted to talk to me.
And I don't know
why or how, but strangely, we had a connect.
Did he say anything else?
What do you mean?
I mean, who does this?
Kidnap someone and call them home?
What do these Bollywood folks think?
That everyone is their die-hard fan?
Ma! You always digress from the topic.
(introspective music)
(fabric rustles)
(Raghu) Hello.
(Victor) Go ahead.
(Raghu) Tonight, there is a celebration.
(Victor) And?
(Raghu) You're invited. Show up.
If not for me, then at least come have a drink.
(Victor) Hmm.
(Raghu) The media will be there.
Try to put on a happy face.
(Victor) Oh, really?
-(confetti pops) -(footsteps)
(Raghu) Let's not wash our dirty linen in public.
Okay?
(Victor) Hmm.
(cloth hangers clinking)
(emotional music)
(perfume squirts)
-(inhales) -(bottle cap clicks)
(music rises)
(song prelude)
♪ Oh, beautiful ♪
♪ With a heart of gold ♪
♪ You are my love ♪
♪ You are my world ♪
♪ Upon meeting you ♪
♪ I was assured ♪
♪ That my life is a story of love ♪
♪ Wondrous and pure ♪
-♪ You are my angel ♪ -(music quickens with beats)
♪ You are my love ♪
♪ You are my sunshine ♪
♪ From Heavens above Because of you ♪
♪ My spring blossoms ♪
♪ In my world ♪
♪ Only you blossom ♪
-♪ Listen to my solo plea ♪ -(music warping)
♪ Your single glance ♪
-♪ Is what my heart seeks ♪ -(music muffling, fading)
(sighs)
(laboured breathing)
It is where I belong.
(Victor) It is where I belong.
(wings flapping)
(phone vibrating)
Hello?
What are you saying?
Fuck.
-Okay, wait. I'm coming to the office. -(Mahika) Prithvi!
Coming right away!
Fuck.
Prithvi!
(Prithvi) VK sir is no more. I have to go.
(haunting music)
(reporter) We currently bring you heart-wrenching news.
Renowned director and producer Victor Khanna has committed suicide.
A suicide note has been found in his house.
The note states that,
due to the complexities of penultimate stage of prostate cancer,
Victor couldn't fight anymore and he committed suicide.
Victor Khanna's death
has shaken me to my absolute core.
Like the tragic and numbing endings his films had,
Victor's real life has mirrored his reel.
(reporter 2) He is survived by his wife, Sarika,
and his son, Raghu Khanna,
the CEO of Viktory Studios.
-(machine whirring) -(flames roaring)
May God give his family the strength to bear this loss.
(match strikes)
(introspective music)
(music fades)
(footsteps echo)
Raghu!
Do you know which is my most favourite picture out of these?
VK's and my mother's picture.
(photo frame rests)
(Yasmin) Where is it?
There isn't one.
-We never clicked one. -(lighter clicks)
(throws lighter on table)
What would it have taken really?
Not like we asked for the moon.
Just his time.
(scoffs)
(melancholic music)
He had everything to give but his time.
Every single night, I'd wait up for him.
But he never came.
Mom gave up.
(music rises)
But I never did.
I was wrong, though.
He was shallow as hell.
And shallow people don't deserve my tears.
(Yasmin gasps)
Known as the Godfather of Romance.
After 15 golden jubilees, he gave a string of seven disasters.
This industry only salutes successes. To replace his string of failures,
he catapulted me to remain relevant and keep his legacy alive.
He gave me his name, his empire, unwillingly.
(fabric slides)
I knew I had to make my own mark. My own name.
I gave this studio every ounce of blood, sweat and tears.
-And what did I get in return? -(Yasmin moans)
That I'm not worthy of this position?
I'm not going to cry.
Raghu, someone will see.
-I don't give a fuck! -Raghu.
-This is all mine.
This house,
this studio and, most importantly, this goddamn time!
(rapid breathing)
Everything is mine.
-Everything is mine. -(thumping)
Everything is fucking mine!
(Raghu exhales)
(paper rustling)
(tapping)
"I, Victor Khanna, aged 74 years,
"do hereby declare this to be
-"my final will." -(whistles)
Five plates of salmon sashimi,
three plates of egg fried rice, garlic chicken--
Excuse me?
Oh, I'm sorry. Organising lunch.
Do you have seafood?
I'm vegetarian, and let's get serious.
Ah.
There is a letter here.
"Viktory Studio was my ode to the passion of love.
"My love for cinema, for the audiences, for life.
"But times changed,
"and I lost my peace, my serenity.
"I could feel Viktory Studios slowly going very far away from me.
"When your very own leave you,
"you should try and hold onto them.
"I created Viktory with my soul,
"but when it came crashing down, I was a mere spectator."
(Victor) Who said I am dead?
(intriguing music builds)
I'll always live on
through my films.
Generation after generation,
my stories will be remembered.
And so today,
I present to you Victor Khanna's final story.
The one that was left incomplete.
This story is about the people
I always kept at a distance.
I always delay things.
Like apologising,
expressing my love
or showing humility.
But not today.
I am ashamed
that I hurt my first wife, Devika,
and her daughter, Paromita.
(music turns intense)
I never embraced them.
But as I bid a final farewell, I promise them that...
I will complete my unfinished story.
(scoffs) What?
What is he talking about?
I want audiences to reminisce
about their first love every time
they watch a film by Viktory Studios.
What the fuck is this bullshit about love? Huh?!
And hence, effective immediately...
I leave my second wife, Sarika Khanna,
with custody of my sea-facing bungalow and an annual pension
of Rs. 1 crore.
And I leave
managing control of Viktory Studios
to my granddaughter from my first wife,
Mahika Nandy.
(chilling music)
(wheezes)
This guy...
(riveting music)
(Raghu) Stop staring at me!
(grunts)
(glass cracking)
Stop staring at me, motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
-(glass shatters) -(car alarm ringing)
What the hell! My dad's car!
At least look before throwing, man!
(dramatic music)
Boss, this girl has messed with the wrong man.
(phone ringing)
-Hello? -Mahika, you must have seen the news.
We're sending you a car.
You have to come to the studio at the earliest.
Can I please know what is this about?
-Why are you-- -Come soon. I will tell you.
This shocking news has caused quite a stir in the industry.
And the reason behind it is a girl.
And her name is Mahika Nandy.
Fuck you, Mahika Nandy!
(notifications popping)
(car whirring, door clicks)
Come with me, please.
(notifications popping)
There is a huge difference between Raghu Khanna and me.
A huge difference.
Ma, did you see the news?
Is this all for real?
Ma, tell me something!
Why did you keep this from me all these years?
Do you even realise what I'm going through right now?
I don't know what to do.
Calls, messages... I don't know what to do. I'm going blank.
I know this is a lot, but let me just tell you the full truth.
He left my mother and me only because
my mom couldn't give him a son.
(Paromita sniffles)
(Victor) Have you seen any of my films?
There was never a craze at home for films,
and my mum had a weird hatred towards them.
I don't know why.
(sniffles) Poopoo,
listen to me carefully.
(car engine whirrs)
(Paromita) Everyone chases the sun,
but the closer you go the hotter it gets.
(reporter) Mahika-ji! Do you know Victor Khanna?
(man) Mahika is here. Mahika is here.
Bollywood's light will drown you out.
Don't get lost in its glitz and glam.
(car slides)
If there was something you could change at Viktory Studios,
what would it be?
Sir, I would bring back the old charm,
the old magic back at the cinemas.
The kind of cinema where time comes to a standstill.
(cane taps)
-(reporters chattering) -(cameras clicking)
(Victor) I want you to promise me.
You will always make cinema
that holds onto time in the grasp of your heart.
No matter what happens.
What?
We might forget the films.
We might even forget the stories.
But what we felt for those three hours in front of the screen,
we will never forget.
(musical crescendo)
(Victor) My dear, cinema has never been just a business.
It's a religion.
Never forget that.
(exhales)
(Raghu) I am leaving Viktory Studios
and creating my very own independent studio!
He is saying there is no deal without Armaan.
(crowd) Armaan, Armaan!
(Raghu) You want Armaan?
I'll get you his whole fucking home town!
Raghu called and...
Satya, I want to make this film with you and Armaan together.
A film with your vision.
(Satya) An enemy's enemy is a close friend.
Montu Morarka, how are ya?
Where were you when I needed you the most?
If I was really in it for the money,
I would have left you the day you lost your inheritance!
(Armaan) She's smart, she's fresh, she's confident but, most importantly,
she has understood the one main rule of Bollywood really quickly.
There is only one God and that is the star who shines.
Wake up. It's pack-up!
-(motorbike vrooms) -(glass shatters)
And if you ever mention my father again, I swear on him,
I'll fuck your goddamn happiness.