Roy Page #2

completely mine.

Strange, isn't it?

Feeling estranged from oneself?

You sound too intellectual, Roy.

Where's the other

half of this painting?

Welcome to Malaysia's

'lndo-Malay' Radio channel.

The big news of the morning..

...is that Kabir Grewal..

...have arrived in Malaysia

to shoot Guns-Pan 3.

Ayesha Amir, London's film-maker..

...has been shooting her

film here for the past 10 days.

Cut it! Cut it!

What the hell is this?

What is all this?

It's rain, sir.

This isn't going to stop.

You think this will stop today.

I mean..why didn't you

tell me about the weather report?

What do you want me to do?

According to the weather report.

"The skies were

supposed to be clear.

Yeah..right!

I don't know why we came here.

Come on, Kabir.

Remember Guns-1 in Afghanistan.

You wanted to leave the first day.

That was different,

and this is different.

You know what.

Why don't you come over

to our hotel for dinner tonight?

Meera, this is your third

film with me, isn't it?

Yes.

You know I don't meet my

actors outside the character.

If they can respect that,

then why can't you?

I am done. Pack this up.

Excuse me.

Can you get me a Mikalin

with three cubes, please?

Three cubes! - Sure, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Three cubes. Perfect.

Excuse me,

can you get me one more please?

And one of whatever

that lady there is having.

Thank you.

Must be a really interesting book.

You never looked up for a moment.

I've been standing

in this bar for an hour.

This is such a happening place.

...and the only thing happening

here.. is watching you read.

Honestly speaking.

I can't drink alone.

I feel like I'm an alcoholic.

So..please, if you don't mind.

I don't mind drinking alone.

That's great, thank you.

I love a glass of wine with my book.

Being alone isn't bad.

You find life somewhere

entangled in the silence.

So that's the secret.

...behind Kabir Grewal's loud,

extravagant films.

I was going to introduce myself.

But how did you know?

The newspapers are always

flooded with your news.

Local press is tired

of waiting for you.

I really liked meeting

you too..Ayesha.

It wasn't easy

finding out about you.

do some hard work.

We're all not famous

and lucky like you.

Oh come on.

Don't give fate undue credit

for my hard work, please.

Actually..according to

whatever I heard about you..

...I shouldn't let you sit here.

I see..what did you hear?

You're arrogant..rude..etc...!

So which was the worst pan?

And do you believe

everything you hear?

No. - That's good.

But I was wondering are you really

what the people think you are?

Or you try to be what

the people say about you.

I've to get up early tomorrow.

Thanks for the wine.

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