Humshakals Page #4

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Shut up, Srinivasan, you're

just an accountant.

And you aIso wear a wig.

Sir, today's a fuII moon.

Friday the 13th.

Saturn's in its fourth ecIipse.

That's why some peopIe

behave Iike this.

If you don't beIieve me then GoggIe it.

Four years ago, back in my viIIage..

..my cousin brother Ramindran..

..turned to a goat on the same day.

What nonsense?

No, sir. ReaIIy.

Lamb. Lamb ShashIik.

Then what happened?

Nothing, aII the viIIagers were

vegetarians. He survived.

Get to the point, Srinivasan.

Sir, I can handIe this sir.

I know what to do?

Wait.

Tommy.

Tommy.

My cute IittIe doggies.

Tommy sir.

Tommy.

Tommy, I'm your Srinivasan Swami.

Come, come. Meet your mommy.

Who's your papa?

Who's your mother.

Hey rowdy dog, Iet go.

Let go of my Ieg. He peed on me.

Oh my God.

Let go of me.

HeIp!

Where's my hair?

I am quitting the job.

Sir, I cannot do anything.

They are insane, sir.

What's going on? TeII

us. What's going on?

We demand an expIanation.

I am sorry. - We need to know.

GentIemen, I hid the

truth from you aII.

But the truth is in front of everyone.

Ashok and Kumar get such fits.

They get fits.

Fits? - Fits?

What's he taIking about?

Many doctors tried to treat them.

But they have a mentaI condition.

But I promise you, GentIemen.

I'II take them to the best doctors.

Try my best to treat them.

They cannot be treated, sir.

They are insane. They

are compIeteIy mad.

They shouId be sent to a mentaI asyIum.

Yes.

They shouId be thrown

in a mentaI asyIum.

They are mad peopIe. - Crazy.

Sad.

Very sad.

But don't worry.

We'II take compIete care.

Dr. Shivani is a speciaIist

in such unique cases.

Oh, God!

HoId them.

Don't worry, we'II handIe everything.

PIease come, pIease come. Come.

The end is near!

We're aII going to die!

I stiII can't beIieve this.

A rich man Iike Ashok Singhania..

..in our mentaI asyIum,

and in this condition.

Doctor, no one shouId

find out about this?

Yes, of course, Mr. Singh.

You don't worry.

You can reIy on our discretion.

- Thank you.

Doctor, why's there a fence..

..and such high-security here?

That's Ward-B of our mentaI faciIity.

MentaI patient's jaiI.

JaiI? - Yes.

You see, Ward-A is a mentaI hospitaI.

Ward-B a jaiI for mentaI patients.

The UKgovernment sent..

..different types of criminaIIy

insane inmates here..

..who have no chance of improving.

Oh, I see.

AjaiI forthe insane. - ExactIy.

But what do we care?

They don't know what happens in Ward-A.

And we don't know what

happens in Ward-B.

But we do know one thing.

Their jaiIor is just

as crazy as they are.

Anyway, I'II take your

Ieave. Nice meeting you.

Thank you, doctor.

Thank you. - Bye..

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