-Oh, no! -Oh God!
Cut, motherfucker!
-What are you doing? -I don't know.
Queen, slave, what's up, dude?
Your heroine is sneezing.
What an asshole!
He knows I am allergic.
You are allergic to everything. Everyone.
No… I am just allergic to idiots.
One second. This is method acting.
I am the queen, okay? Ask him to be my slave.
Ask him to be within his limits.
This is method acting!
It's the role of the queen.
So, don't turn into a queen, Richa. Calm down.
I've worked on Hollywood movies. I'm not a dickhead.
Oh, really? Did you ever attend the Cans Film Festival?
Oh, I am so sorry. Cannes.
-Stop! -Have you been to Cannes?
-Fucking no. -Guys, the horses are tired.
Don't get done with this shot.
To hell with the horses.
How does it matter? I am acting. She's pretending.
You are acting, but you're not able to.
Bring your A-game, Ali.
-Fuck you, man! -Hey!
Not anymore.
Yeah, fuck off.
Guys… You are supposed to be eternal lovers.
Yeah, I am going to jump and be eternal, for a lifetime.
Or whatever the fuck that means.
Contact their agents. How slow are we?
-Sir, two. Actually, ten. -How much?
-Did you say ten days? -Yes, sir.
-Jump off from here, fucker. -Sorry, sir.
We are ten days behind.
She is allergic to this.
This is nothing. Heroines and their drama.
Sorry.
What are you doing, Amal?
-Sorry. -The director's set is on fire.
Yeah, it is okay.
Let's go. I did apologise to you.
Okay!
If your one hand is busy, you can answer the call using the other.
Concentrate on the road. Come on, drive.
Hey, look! Auditor Jasleen.
Fuck. So random!
What would have happened if she was your neighbour?
Right?
Random. That's so scary.
Just the thought of it only.
Babe, I miss you.
Let's go.
Open and fix it up.
Disgusting patties.
-Very good… -Sir, Richa ma'am is waiting.
-We are already late. -Yes.
Bro.
Yes, tell her to wait.
And all the good things in life,
come when you wait, I suppose.
Tell her there's a technical issue.
Hi.
-Are you a fan? -Yeah.
Also, I have a scene with you.
Oh, that's nice.
What's your role?
A slave. Just like you.
-Nervous? -Yeah, of course.
I have seen all your work.
Abdul is my favourite though.
I like Abdul.
I think it was a fun part.
-Ali sir. -I remember Judy.
-Ali sir. -Yes.
Richa ma'am is getting really mad. She will leave.
-Where will she go? -She will go home.
Is it?
Come here.
Here is what you can do.
Ask her to leave.
Got it?
Do you know the lines?
-Of the queen? -Yes.
Yeah, of course. I know your lines too.
No, not mine. Her… Come on… Say it.
Lower your eyes, servant. "I rip off the skin of such peopl
and use it in making shoes.""
Hey, great! Great.
Do you like peacock?
-Yeah… -Great.
Adorn her with the peacock feathers.
Ask her to leave. Put an end to all this.
Fuck this shit.
And replace the patty.
Fucking sugar. I'm not allowed to have sugar.
If the king kills me,
my soul will be your servant.
My body, my soul, my heart, My everything belongs to you, my queen…
Motherfucker!
-Hey… She… No… -Cut…
-This is not done. -This is the best we can do, Ali.
-Are you fucking-- -Give me some expressions. Peter.
Dude, fix this. Fix her clothes.
What is happening? Is this a fucking joke?
-Ali… -Wear your clothes…
I am not fucking acting with this.
No, I get it. Peter, what the fuck are you doing, bro?
I have some fucking respect, bro.
-No… I get it. Listen to me, man. -Yeah, what?
Why am I acting with a hairy man?
My mind is fucked.
-It seems as if the madam -I have a really sexy toy.
has come from the 18th century.
Want to play?
My mind is…
It is just too much. It's too much.
We can share it like good girls.
What do you think?
She is mad…
No, I have no problem.
I will go on set.
Provided he apologises to me, publicly.
What the hell!
He doesn't know shit.
And he knows that I'm allergic to feathers.
I sneezed so loud, that my lenses had to be fixed.
I couldn't see him, I was seeing double.
-All heroines are the same. -I am so turned on, babe.
I'm telling you. They have a superiority complex.
They are full of their superiority complex.
-I can only imagine. -Dude, I just suggested one…
stupid little pitch exercise.
There were three make-up artists ready.
They came up to give suggestions.
-It's beyond your imagination. -I mean, what the fuck?
What the hell!
And he knows that we worked so hard
on this period.
How do I tell you?
I was so stressed just looking at him
that I got my period two days early.
Richa, do you want me to get you something?
Yeah… Maybe, some tampons.
No idea where to find those in the village.
Oh, sure! I will manage that.
But Richa, just forget all this, you know?
-How can I forget? -I know. But concentrate on yourself.
This is our only opportunity.
You know, to get to those red carpets.
Awards. Hollywood.
Does he think only he can do Hollywood movies?
He played a servant there too.
-You'll be the queen in Hollywood. -Sure, bloody servant.
Exactly.
-They fucked up the chemistry! -I can't wait to show you.
Dude, you finish this first.
I'll jump from here.
-Sorry… -No. Who is it with so many problems?
-Someone more tense than me… -Sorry…
Dude, I am sorry. I am irritating you with my shit.
-Because it is shit. -No, dude.
This is becoming really ugly, but…
Who is it?
We just met.
I can't tell you, dude. She is just so hot.
She is so sexy and sweet, but…
Motherfucker, she is not at all my type.
Like she's crazy, but…
I am so attracted to her like a fucking magnet. It's…
I don't know what to say.
And I used to think that I would fucking hate her. But…
Oh, God!
Your sex life is pretty exciting.
Good.
At least someone is happy.
I swear, man. Fuck. Crazy.
We have this location only till noon tomorrow.
I have rescheduled.
We'll shoot the love scene tomorrow.
Mister, listen.
The timing seems off for a love scene.
A relationship of four and a half years broke on a film set.
All her fuck-ups were exposed here.
No problem with the schedule.
You can push the queen and servant's shot for later.
We will talk to them. Don't worry about it.
The servant is ready to talk, but the queen…
The queen is also willing to talk.
-Just do something, please. -Yeah.
-We will, dude. -Make them fuck or make them fight.
-But I want a shot. -For sure.
-They will. -For sure!
Look at their condition.
Look at the horse's condition.
-They've been waiting for long. -We know…
The producer is after my life.
The producer is a miser.
-All producers are misers. -Yeah…
-All are. -Of course.
I've to pay for the horses.
Do you get it?
That's fine, but I need a little bit of my shot.
For sure.
Of course.
Okay… We will just talk to them.
Why are you still here? Go and fix something.
Okay.
Hussain, drink some water.
We will. We've been drinking water since morning.
-Calm down. -Nothing happening.
You go talk to him. I will also go and talk.
Miss, I can't teach you how to type. That's your job.
Yes. And this is not just any contract.
It's Khan saheb's contract. He is a star. Yeah.
Know your job. And don't do something you don't know.
Nia, are you listening to me?
No, you cannot take it easy.
Are you an idiot?
Send that contract to me, today. Today itself.
And happy birthday.
Send it to me today.
Okay, you heard? Today.
Yeah, thanks.
Fuck!
Hi.
How did you enter my room?
To check business expenses.
And they let you inside!
I am an auditor.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I am fine.
I am just stressed regarding the shoot.
Too many fuck-ups.
I have to go for dinner with Meher.
-Dinner with Meher? -Yeah.
To discuss that Richa-Ali fiasco.
Both are so irritating.
I thought…
Aren't you happy to see me?
Where is my concealer?
Where did I keep my concealer?
Did I bring my concealer?
-Amal. -What is wrong with you?
I thought I took the concealer with me.
Can't I just remember to bring things?
I pack in a hurry, always.
What? Fuck!
Fuck!
Oh, shit! Fuck.
God! Are you okay?
-No. -Oh, God!
What the hell are you doing?
-Here? -Yes, babe.
Thank God that your tail bone is intact.
-That would have been horrible. -No!
You know what would have been horrible?
Roaming with a pillow and sitting on it.
Now, that would have been horrible.
Imagine.
Your cute bum has taken all the impact.
-Amal. -Yes.
-Amal. -Yes!
It's me. Aren't you coming?
Coming. Stay right there.
Richa and Ali are also waiting downstairs.
Sorry, darling. I need to go.
-Will you hurry up? -Of course.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Nia
-Happy birthday to you -The club is closed. Please go.
Please leave. The club is closed. Please.
One minute.
Please, five minutes.
-The club is closed. -Dude…
-Five more minutes. -Please go.
Hello. Smile.
You are 23, not old and 24 like me.
I will happily sell a kidney to be 23 again.
-It is not that. -Then?
A close and important person in my life didn't wish for me.
Oh, sweetie. Cheer up.
Showmen are so fucked up.
Like everyone loves us.
We don't give a fuck.
But from that one person…
Listen, all men are dogs.
Okay? All men.
Especially that Monty's son. Sid.
-Yes. -He can't do this.
Come. I will get you there. You are heavy.
I had lunch with my dad today.
Okay.
He is worried about you.
Really?
Regarding your work and future.
What's wrong with my future and my work?
Like, Celeb's missed opportunity…
Staying at ART where nothing is certain.
Please, Suchi. Please.
He is just concerned,
-like any other parent. -Yeah, okay. Okay, I get it.
Is the Wi-Fi slow?
Good night.
Too bad. I had some good news to give you.
Good news?
What good news?
Dad is interested in ART.
What do you mean, interested?
He wants to buy ART.
Okay. Is this his idea?
It was my idea. He agreed to it.
So, he will own ART
and I will be his employee.
He is giving me the money.
I can do whatever with that money.
Think about it.
If we buy Soumyajit's shares,
then you will be the boss of ART. CEO.
You know what I want.
I want to expand.
I want a separate unit for writers and directors.
Pure creative ideation.
And I want a branch for actors.
Marketing and business.
And then finally…
Production.
Sounds good.
Sounds like a plan.
Hey, Hussain, trust me.
I will change my name if they don't set things on fire.
Yes, you can set me on fire.
Okay. I will see you there. Okay, bye.
Amal.
Amal!
Yes!
Hurry up. We have to leave.
Who is it?
It's me, Meher. Will you hurry up?
Oh, listen. I can't come right now.
-Why? -Because I am naked.
Amal, get out. It's urgent.
How can I come out when I am not ready?
Hurry up! It's a matter of life and death.
-Come on! -Shut up, Meher!
-What is it? -Are you ready?
No, why?
No, last night, you were sick.
-I was just worried. -I'm fine now.
I'm fine. What're you doing?
How can you just come inside?
-I was… -Are you mad?
How can you just get inside a girl's room?
-Meher, what are you doing? -One second.
-What? -Are you alright?
-I'm absolutely fine. -Are you sure?
-See, absolutely fine. -Okay, I want to use the washroom.
No. Why use the washroom?
Go and use the washroom in your room.
Use the one in your room. Why mine?
My lingerie is inside. Do not come in, please.
-Okay! -What?
So, you were hungry again last night.
What the hell? Meher!
Actually, the thing is, I slept and then I woke up.
I was working, I was hungry
-so I ordered food. -Oh, yes!
-What're you doing? -Don't lie. Shut the windows.
Tell me, who was with you here last night?
-Who? -The receptionist, right?
-Have you gone mad? -Hello.
-Listen. -Ma'am.
You know I don't mix my personal life with my work.
-What are you doing? -Don't lie. Tell me the truth.
-First, tell me. -What?
-Who was here? -What?
No one was here. Have you gone mad?
What're you doing?
I won't leave if you don't speak up.
Meher, stop it!
Stop it!
Motherfu-- Ma'am.
Oh my… Fuck…
-Meher. -Fuck…
Fuck… Meher, I can explain this.
Listen… Hello. Don't leave. Stay right here.
Meher, listen.
It's not my mistake.
She came uninformed. Shit!
Will you talk? It's me.
Auditor.
The corporate auditor, Amal.
Why the fuck didn't you tell me? This is so stupid.
This is the reason I didn't tell you.
If you break her heart, she will break our careers.
Why would I break her heart?
Because your choice is always wrong, Amal.
Options. That's called options, which I have and you don't.
You are roaming around like a headless chicken.
-Fucking lesbian whore. -What did you say?
Currently, the future of ART is between your thighs.
Stop the car.
-I don't want to. -Stop the car.
-And I didn't call her a lesbian whore. -Just stop the car.
Stop the fucking car, Meher.
-Stop it… -Fine… Get out.
Fuck off! Go! I can't open this.
Fuck you! Bloody idiot.
Idiot. Stupid.
-Fuck off. Fuck you! -Fuck you!
-Fuck you, loser! -Fuck you!
Fuck!
Hey, stop… Idiot, stop the car. I was just joking.
Idiot, stop the car.
Bloody idiot! Stop! Fuck!
Mister! Hello!
Stop right here. Yes…
How do I get down, Sidesh?
Stop laughing.
Here, 50 rupees. Buy ice cream for yourself.
Thank you.
We will only shoot scenes number 52 and 53 today.
Scene number 60 has been deleted.
What do you mean?
-Sir… Excuse me, sir. -Just a minute.
All the beggars and slaves, gather around. Hurry up. Come on, fast.
Hurry up. Come on.
Everyone in your getup, behind the wall for the wide shot.
Quickly, ten minutes. Hurry up!
Sir, what exactly do you mean?
There is no need for the scene.
But I have rehearsed.
This is better than shooting and removing the scene.
-Trust me. -No, but… Sir, excuse me.
Excuse me, this is my seat.
Do you mind?
Ali.
-How do we do it? What do you think? -Dude…
Before real sex, I don't feel the performance anxiety
I feel now for the scene with the queen.
I mean… You know what they say about sex scenes, right?
It is like an action sequence.
Why are you irritating…
It is like choreography.
-Yeah. -Hi.
Hi.
-Ready? -Yeah. Always.
Come, I'll talk you through it.
-Yeah. -Come.
So, Ali is lying down inside.
First thing, I just want to say that…
You know what they say about sex scenes, right?
It is like doing an action scene.
It is like choreography. It is movement.
So, Ali is lying down inside.
She comes in. The queen enters… She sits next to you.
And then you figure it out.
-Figure what out? -Figure what out?
Fuck.
My back is really hurting.
So, what do we do?
Come, let's figure it out.
Get it done.
Let's figure.
Okay. So, you are staring at me.
We can take things to the next level only if our eyes meet.
Well, the role of a slave suits you.
Yes.
Just like cheap jewellery suits you.
You love it, right?
Dominate. I am lying down. You are standing.
Guys like you only like girls who are out of your league.
That's true.
And action.
Mom! Hey!
Cut!
In this story, they both are dying to meet each other.
The moment of the queen and the slave.
They are filled with lust.
Somebody explain it to them.
Sir, let's have one more take.
What will he say?
First, go and explain to them what sexual tension and sensual energy is.
What sex is, what love is. Will you explain to them?
-Yeah. -Okay.
What the fuck, dude!
-Sir. Talk about sensual… -I know it was fuck-all.
Sir, this could be more sensual.
-Can you show some desperation? -Okay. Go…
Come on. Get out of there.
-Come on… -Back to one…
Do you need some coffee?
Tell Hussain that we can hear him here.
I am going to slap him.
He acts smart in front of him.
Let's go.
And action.
Fire! Get water.
-Sir, one minute… -Wait…
Go and ask the cameraman to push,
-ask him not to turn it off. -Okay, sir.
-It's fine if things are set on fire. -Okay.
Here… Shoot from this angle.
Finally, they have come on set.
Cut it. Outstanding, guys.
-Superb… -Can we do it once more?
No, we can't do one more. The set turned into ashes.
We fought for no reason because of these two.
Cunt.
When you say cunt, it is feminist,
and when I say it, I'm sexist.
Stop with your nonsense.
Well, since when are you going out with auditor ma'am.
You saw her walking down near my house yesterday.
Correct.
Two days before that.
Fucking best Amal.
You are sleeping with auditor ma'am. It's a low point.
But I am sure you have a liberating theory behind it.
-Yes, it is liberating. -Does she tax you in bed?
Yeah, that sounds perfect, Dad.
Yes… Definitely. I will inform him.
Thanks so much.
Love you, Dad. Bye.
He will meet the lawyer tomorrow and finalise everything.
Really?
Your dad agreed to this without effort.
Why do you doubt? Just enjoy the moment.
Just saying.
So, what's left is to inform Stuti and surprise the others.
I am so happy about this, Monty.
Yes… Okay, I am off. See you.
Bye…
Don't forget the evening plan today.
What plan?
-Monty. -You keep forgetting.
Pagal-e-Azam at the royal theatre.
Right! Pagal-e-Azam. See you at seven.
-Okay. -Yeah? Bye.
Hey, Nia's calling.
Shit, I didn't take my phone. Thanks.
Why is she calling you? Amal…
Do you want me to tell her you're busy?
I will talk to her.
Listen, Sid. She is a complicated child. Okay?
We need to tolerate her at the office.
You don't have to.
Stay away from her. Okay?
Bye, see you at seven.
-Hello. -Hey.
-Hi. -Hello.
Aunty.
Why did Monty call us here so early in the morning?
I have no idea, Aunta.
He doesn't tell me everything, you know.
She's been super excited since morning.
-Is it? -What do you mean to say?
Is Monty divorcing his wife?
No, that department is absolutely fine.
Thank you for your concern.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Thank you very much
for showing up at such short notice.
In spite of your very busy schedules, I am sure.
Okay, I will get straight to the point.
Last week…
ART almost got sold.
Our jobs, integrity,
ART's spirit were at stake.
We got saved.
All thanks to you, sir.
Maybe, maybe not. That's not the point.
I have some good news.
ART will never be sold.
Why? Is Stuti keeping Soumyajit's shares?
No. She is selling the shares.
-I'm buying it. -What?
Yeah.
-Our jobs are secure now. -One second…
Since when has this been going on?
Since yesterday.
I found a new financial partner.
And you didn't feel that we should meet her?
Not really.
Because you all have met her multiple times.
You know her quite well.
Suchitra.
Are you serious?
Wow, sir!
We don't have to worry anymore.
ART will be yours and you will control all of us.
Wow, Monty! Well done.
Well done.
Would you have preferred the LCA Agency?
Not you.
What about it? She is very good.
Look.
Monty, why are you showing me the pictures of bad actresses?
Nobody.
I don't want these Internet people.
Sameer, the Internet is the real thing. That is where it is all happening now.
Really?
Didn't you tell me you'll find any kind of person online?
The box office is the real test.
Yeah, I have changed. My ideas have changed.
You know, research has proved
our younger people have proved that the Internet is the future.
You don't need any gimmicks there.
You can make the films you really want to make.
-You know? -You know what, Monty?
I think you are a fraud.
Fraud?
No, I'm sure it's your strategy.
I'm…
You know what? I will contact some other agency. Thank you.
-Sameer… -Sorry to interrupt you, sir.
But I just want to say that
research has proven that a hit web show
has three times the viewership of a blockbuster film.
Exactly.
Oh, okay. Great. And who the fuck are you?
I'm Nia. Amal's assistant.
Okay. So, assistant, shut the fuck up.
Sameer, you shut the fuck up.
Is this how you speak?
Mind your tongue
or you won't be able to make home videos, let alone the Internet.
Apologise to her.
Sameer, please apologise to her.
Okay, sorry.
It's okay.
Thank you, Nia.
Thank you.
Nancy. I am so sorry.
Because of the chaos, I couldn't ask how your shoot day was.
Did you nail the slave's part?
Yeah, it was good.
Only good?
It seems as if my scene is going to be removed. So…
Listen, this is completely normal at the beginning.
Don't think much about it.
Did the director see you act?
He liked you. That's it.
Next time, a good role. Don't stress.
Good night. See you tomorrow.
Good night.
Don't stress.
Are you leaving too?
Yes.
Are you hungry?
I'm always hungry.
Let's eat something good.
Yes, we can.
Mehershad, if you don't mind, can we be less formal with each other?
Yeah, of course.
You can call me Meher.
-Okay, Meher. -Okay.
Hi, Nia.
-Hi. -Didn't you leave yet?
No, just reading.
Okay.
I forgot something.
-What? Here? -Yeah.
Your birthday.
Oh, that's okay.
I was so busy with work that even I forgot.
And I am not six anymore.
So, who even cares about birthdays?
I know.
But I wasn't there when you were six.
What can I get you as your birthday gift?
Anything.
-So, I was in the 10th grade. -Yeah?
I was going to write my final exam.
As soon as I got off… Cheers.
As soon as I got down from the scooter…
Guess what?
-I just threw up and guess where? -Where?
All over my examiner's foot.
He just looked at me.
With so much disappointment and disgust.
Did you fail?
Of course, I did.
Oh, hi.
Hi.
Hi, Sid.
I thought we were meeting at the theatre directly.
I thought the same.
What?
I don't believe it. I didn't realize it was so late.
Monty, can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah. Sure.
Sid.
Hi.
Did we disturb you coming here?
What? No. Please, no.
She is a very good employee and she…
She cracked a special deal.
So, I wanted to say thank you. That's all.
Come on, Monty. I know you.
You never thanked your mother.
I can see the lies in your eyes.
And my missed calls on your phone.
Are you even listening to me?
-Sid. -Monty.
-Sid, please. -Monty, what is wrong with you?
What are you doing?
Oh, fuck! So you two are dating?
-What? -What?
No! Sid, no!
That is the reason you asked me to stay away from her.
No… Please.
-Sid. -Monty.
Explain this. Now.
Okay.
I want to say something
to both of you.
The whole film is reflected in the dog's eyes.
Did you get it?
Abdul, start the car.
Didn't you read the script?
I can handle 20 people on the screen, but not a dog.
I'm going to sue your company.
I said, I don't want to go. Don't irritate me.