Vishwaroopam Page #4

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You knew?.

Sure, l've known my mother since birth.

l'll break your face!

Oh, l get it! Don't insult

my mother in front of my wife.

- Show some respect, or else...

- Or else what?

Deep, he can't take all that!

You'll kill him.

One murder is enough.

- Murder?

- Wow, look at his acting!

Why are you acting?

This won't work.

l'll let them handle it.

That's right.

Call the police.

No not the cops you fool!

Fool? Watch your tongue.

l'm not your wife yet.

Thank God for that.

Come in

lt's just these two?

Who are you people?

He's my friend! He's here

to ask you some questions.

Questions?

- Who the hell are you?

- Shut up.

No questions! Come with me.

Why should we?

l'm calling 911.

Why would you hit a woman like that?

Would it hurt if l hit her like this?

That's why.

What's your name?

- Tawfeeq.

- Vishwanath.

No hurry, Tameez.

Take your time.

Just keep chewing on

the tape until the cops arrive.

lt's stuck, boss.

Excuse me do you have

scissor, knife, blade.

Second drawer on the counter.

Second drawer.

Yes, that drawer.

Why do you need scissors?

Why are you cutting your

dirty tape with our scissors?

Would you like it if we cut our

dirty tape with your scissors?

lt's very unhygienic.

Hello.

Go.

Go, go.

Go.

Please shut the door.

Please.

Quickly.

Shut it.

What's your husband's real name?

He just told me.

Some Muslim name.

Tell him! Oh, Farouk.

What? Farouk is my name.

Tameez...Tariq!

No, don't just guess.

The thug will...Sorry.

The gentleman will hit me.

Mr. Farouk, my name is Tawfeeq.

She just found out now.

You wanted to question them.

l've brought them here.

Do as you please, just let me go.

Deep, you creep, you are

handing us over to these pigs.

He hits me and you just stand there?

What kind of a man are you?

You need a man?

How about this one

kneeling beside you? Ask him.

He'll rush to your rescue.

What can he do with his hands tied?

Untie him and see for yourself.

No, what are you doing?

No need, sir! Keep me tied up.

l will...

Correct! Spit out the truth.

Yuck! Why?

There are cleaner ways to say it.

But you must believe me.

l swear on Allah.

- Nasser is my name.

- What?

Tawfeeq is also a good name.

Still, my name is Nasser.

Did it hurt?

l always get hit there.

At this rate, we won't have children.

We? Who?

Who else?

For better or for worse,

you are my wife.

Okay, okay.

Don't cry.

Shush.

Call Salim.

l'll tell him and leave.

No, no one moves without

orders from Brother Omar.

Omar? Who's that?

Yes, Farouk.

Tell me.

Who?

Hold on.

Brother, it's Farouk.

Can Deepak leave?

We don't know who the other guy is.

Who?

Dr. Nirupama's husband.

A Muslim.

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