Miss Lovely

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1

Where were you?

Move it.

Your reels.

The crowd is dying to see this.

Let's roll.

Good condition, these girls.

Hear that?

They're wanking away in there.

Here.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven...

How's Heel-a?

He's good.

I've never seen you before.

Selling reels for the first time?

I wondered again

how the hell it all started.

Maybe when

I paddled those reels in Ajmer.

I shouldn't have done that.

Duggal.

We should have stuck to making films.

It was stupid

to try and sell them ourselves.

You stripped in front of a goddamn crowd

in Madras, now what?

That's why I said

no husbands on set.

Hey! You don't get it?

Need me to spell it out?

Now look who's here.

Sonu, this is Nadia.

Our new heroine.

How about making me a drink?

- What about me?

Mummvii-

We need ice.

I've got to talk to you.

Ten minutes.

I shouldn't have gone to Ajmer.

You gave Heel-a your word.

What word?

From now on, we work for ourselves.

Your share.

Take it.

Go on.

And Poonam's share?

Poonam's share?

She owes me money!

Poonam's share!

Yeah, spit it out.

When?

I told you, I knew it.

Heel-a phoned Poonam.

I told you he'd find out.

- You c*nt.

What the f*** did you do in Ajmer?

I told you to be discreet...

- I was.

And not attract attention.

Did you carry a sign with my name on it?

You can't do one tiny little job?

Goddamn moron!

F***ing idiot!

What the hell should I do now?

- Go ahead, kill each other.

I keep slaving away like an a**hole.

- Enough, Vicky.

We're living like dogs.

I'm sick of slogging for nothing.

We're going nowhere.

I'm fed up of you both.

Always at each other's throats.

Hey, Sonu.

Sonu?

You okay?

I'm finished.

I can't do this anymore.

You're always such a baby.

All brothers fight.

So what?

It's never going to be easy

for people like us.

I don't care.

About what?

- About anything, I'm leaving.

I don't need him.

Where will you go?

- Can't I do anything else?

Feeling ambitious, eh?

Cutting us off?

Who pimped those reels in Ajmer?

Forgot about us, eh?

Thought we wouldn't find out?

Learn your place, thief.

Got it, Duggal?

You produce.

I distribute. That's the rule.

I'm a thief.

- Get that into your stupid head.

We've worked together for ten years, idiot.

"Birth of a Baby" was your debut, right?

Mr. Heem, sir, here's all your money.

So you're a big shot now.

Go to that ladies hostel.

- Where the nurses stay.

What do you say, boss?

We need some cash.

If you want some chicks...

I'm sick.

Jolly, what kind of director are you?

- C'mon, where do I get a bird from?

What do you want me to do?

Use your f***ing brains.

Grab a whore. Anyone.

Sonu, he's your brother...

- So what?

It's his job.

- I won't do it.

You're the f***ing director. It's your job.

- Don't piss me off!

F*** you.

- Watch yourself, big man.

It's your job, a**hole.

Who do you think you are?

I'm no pimp, understand?

- Shut up!

F*** off!

Careful.

Don't get up my ass.

- That's enough!

What the f*** is going on here?

Tell that dog to shut up. He's...

- Shut your face, Sonu!

Want a whack?

- He insulted me first.

Who's Sonu? Sum] sent me.

I got a 500 rupee advance.

I come to work and this is what I get...

- Wait, Sonu. What are you doing?

Why don't you understand?

Wait, listen to me.

Vicky has been like this

ever since we were kids.

He was always trying.

Sex-starved girls

forced into a world of sin.

"Beauty Parlour", Duggal Brothers.

Two hours, two thousand thrills.

The joys of the bedroom,

right there in the cinema.

He wanted friends

he couldn't match up to.

Damn liar.

This a**hole never keeps his word.

C'mon, I'll make all of you happy.

My clients here

will finance Vicky's film. Ok?

Sir...

That's how he met PK.

Vicky.

Yes, sir.

He made n goddamn mess

and I was left to dean up.

Honestly, my clients

don't much care for your films, Vicky.

They just want to see quivering esh.

The girls need to be pretty.

And shameless.

Young girls are quite bold nowadays.

Hello, screen test.

Everyone.

My brother, Sonu.

Sonu, don't just stand there...

Get Mr. Heel-a a refill.

PK sir?

Look at him throwing attitude.

Come on, get us drunk!

You're Vicky's little brother?

Why so unfriendly?

Piss off.

- Which one of us do you like? Come clean!

You fancy her?

The poor guy is sweating.

Nice shirt, stallion. Want to try mine?

- Take it off, then.

If I take it off? You'll sit there

and do nothing? You're a girl?

Shut up, b*tch!

Oh, what a temper!

It was always that way.

You go wear yourself out daily.

you go on and on,

but shouldn't you know

where you are going?

You've got to have some standards.

What's n man without them?

Shut up!

- Calm down! Be quiet.

Just be quiet.

Friends!

Enjoy it, sell it, get rich.

The first time in India! A thought-

provoking film about adult love!

This is just the beginning...

- Hey Heem, no speeches.

Nadia, say hello to Mr. Heel-a.

He's a very rich man.

He wants us to make special pictures

with you.

You like her, sir?

She has potential?

She does.

- Oh, she'll do anything you ask.

Oh really?

A sign of good parenting, eh?

B*tch!

I scrimped and saved to raise her.

Ungrateful...

whore!

What did I tell you?

I said I'd make you all happy, didn't I?

Careful!

Pump it up!

- What a lame party!

Sonu?

Why the long face?

Move, Jolly.

What's wrong?

Why are we doing this?

What's this party about?

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