Dhamaal Page #2
Sorry aunt.
Where is the food?
Ask them.
Was Mr. Trivedi your relative?
- No, no. no.
Was he your friend?
- No, no.
Was he your neighbour?
- No, no, no.
Then why are you crying?
- My foot, my foot!
Oh my god.
Tell me, l am Mr. Trivedi`s son.
l have come to handover your
father`s memorabilia to you.
Father`s memorabilia?
Some days ago your father had come..
..in our art gallery, and he liked
rupees advance..
..and he had asked to collect
the remaining money..
..on delivery of the painting.
- Yes.
Painting. Strange, father didn`t
have any liking for paintings.
Did he want to die?
- No.
But still he did die.
Look, sometimes people
do some things..
..which they are never interested
in. How shocking!
Shocking!
- Very shocking!
Let it be brother, please
pay the money..
..it will give solace to uncle`s
wandering soul. - Correct.
l don`t know where it is wandering.
For papa`s..
- Painting.
Our money.
This is twenty, here nineteen.
Give one thousand for good luck.
- Okay, thank you. - Greetings.
We have brought the painting with
such effort open it and see.
Stop!
Look, don`t ask for discount now!
What is this?
- lt is a painting, what else?
What is this painting of?
Horse eating grass.
- Really! Then where is the grass?
The horse ate up the grass.
Then where is the horse?
Why will the horse wait
after eating the grass?
He left, isn`t it brothers?
- Yes, you are right.
The horse, left we are leaving too.
Bye. - Bye. - Thank you.
Don`t take tension at all,
..the horse will come back.
The grass will..
Move your body.
Move your body.
Move your body.
Move your body.
Move your body.
Move your body.
Look, look my heart is beating.
Look, look it is saying to you.
Come on baby, let`s have fun.
Fun!
Look, make your heart beat fast.
Look, come on say to me.
Come on baby, lets have fun.
Fun.
You stealthily pierced
my heart with your eyes.
Come in my arms, says my heart.
Look, look my heart is beating.
Look, look it is saying to you.
Come on come on, let`s have fun.
Fun!
Fun! Fun!
Fun! Fun!
This is the ambience.
These are the days.
This the age. Live it up.
There is intoxication.
There is merriment.
This is the wave. Savour it.
Your desires are like the bird.
lf you have the wings, then fly.
let them say what they want.
This is the ambience.
- These are the days.
This the age.
- Live it up.
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