Sanju (2018) Movie Script | Subs like Script

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for being here.

It's a joyous day for me,

because my autobiography,

is being released.

I'm a very... misunderstood man.

If you want to know

the real Sanjay Dutt,

read my autobiography.

It's my story, but written by

my buddy, DN Tripathi.

And he wishes that

I read you a chapter.

Chapter one...

Bapu and Sanju.

Bapu is Mahatma Gandhi.

And, Sanju...

yours truly... Sanjay Dutt.

Our lives have followed

quite a... similar graph.

- Hey, Tripathi...

- Yes.

Killer opening!

Moved me to tears.

Your wish is my command.

I've put my soul into it.

Mohammad... Sudama...

come here.

Tripathi has written

a rump-ripping book.

Read us a chapter.

Nanny, take a seat.

The book is titled “Sage Sanju...

Chapter one...

Bapu and Sanju.

Bapu is Mahatma Gandhi.

And, Sanju...

yours truly... Sanjay Dutt.

Our lives have followed

quite a similar graph.

For instance... we've both spent

a lot of time in prison.

He's a national hero.

I'm a Bollywood hero.

He was against violence.

He walked with a stick

but never used it as a weapon.

I had an AK-56 rifle

and never used it either.

He dreamed of a free India.

I dream of... my freedom.

Maanayata, it's a slow starter.

Don't worry,

the story picks up later.

Hold this...

pick up the bell... ring it.

Go around and worship me.

You've elevated me

to Mahatma Gandhi in the first chapter.

By the end,

you'll turn me into God!

Find a temple for sale.

He'll put me on the altar.

Sorry... sorry.

Buddy, tell me...

are shoes allowed

inside a temple?

Not at all, Sanju.

Then how dare you wear shoes

in front of God?

Sanju... I'd told you,

I'm no biographer.

I'm a songwriter...

Sanju, stop it.

Sanju... please!

What about me

reminds you of Gandhi?

I'll write another draft.

Shithead, you jacked my book!

Our correspondent is outside

the Supreme Court.

In moments, we'll know

whether the actor Sanjay Dutt,

will go to prison or be free.

In 2006, the Anti-Terrorism Court

had sentenced Sanjay Dutt

to six years imprisonment

in the Mumbai bomb blast case.

He'd appealed to the Supreme Court

against the judgment.

The judgment was expected

next week.

But, we've just received information...

the Supreme Court

will give its verdict today.

Stay tuned, as we report live

from the Supreme Court.

Dinesh, give us an update.

The verdict is out.

Sanjay Dutt will go to prison.

The Court has sentenced him

to five years,

for possession of an AK-56 rifle.

When does he go to prison?

The Court has given him

a month to surrender...

so he can complete his films.

His father, late Sunil Dutt,

popular actor and politician...

his mother, late Nargis,

iconic actor of the '603...

the scion of this eminent family,

Sanjay, will go to prison.

Let's hear what people have to say.

Five years is nothing.

He should be hanged!

Traitor... a bloody terrorist!

Celebrities have it easy.

Such terrorists

should be shot dead!

Come inside.

Dear Maanayata...

When the kids start school,

they are sure to be asked...

"Where's your terrorist-dad?

In prison?“

It'll be easier for them to say,

"No, he's dead."

Sanju!

Suicide may solve your problem,

not your kids“.

They'll still be called

terrorist's kids.

We decided to fight,

didn't we?

That we'll get the truth out there.

Didn't we try?

What did we get?

Bapu and Sanju!

That's what you get

with knuckleheads.

Write it yourself.

Struggled with a four-line

suicide note.

Imagine a 400-page book!

We'll find a good writer.

Why Will they be interested?

It's said, "Bad choices

make good stories."

And you're the king

of bad choices.

Some writer out there

will understand this.

Sanju, be respectful.

She's no Tripathi.

She's Winnie Dias.

World's top biographer.

She's down from London.

Control slang like...

rump-ripper, jacked...

Got it. Okay... bye!

Winnie...

I won't take much of your time.

I wanted...

I can't write your biography.

I'm sorry.

Why not?

When your wife called,

I asked around and...

And they said,

"I'm a terrorist."

Yes.

Who are these people?

Do they know me?

Do they hang outwith me?

Then how can they be so sure?

Their opinion is based

merely on TV and print news.

And these TV anchors,

newspaper reporters,

who dish out opinions everyday,

haven't met me either!

The media has maligned me.

So, I need a good writer

to present my side of the story.

You think millions

will read your biography?

It doesn't work like that.

Thousands of books

rot away in book stores.

Once in a blue moon

a book comes that...

That's a rump-ripper!

My story's that!

What's there in your life story?

Drugs... alcohol... guns?

Give me just one hour.

Guns... drugs... alcohol...

Pick any chapter,

I'll tell you the story...

I guarantee...

you'll be jacked...

I mean... jack...

it'll be a J K Rowling.

I have a month to surrender.

This time I may not survive.

One hour, please.

Okay.

5 pm tomorrow.

Right here.

At 6 pm, I'll tell you

if I'm jacked or not.

Done.

Alright.

From Amitabh Bachchan

to Sachin Tendulkar...

you've upset everyone.

Sorry?

So many heroes, but you'll pen

a terrorist's biography!

Rubbish... this is fake news.

He too is a fake.

This is a pressure tactic.

- Who are you?

- Zubin Mistry.

Doesn't help.

I'm into construction.

I construct malls.

I suggest you don't

write this book.

And you came all the way

to "suggest" it?

I'm here daily... to jog.

Saw you here, so...

Jog in a suit?

Is work-wear shorts?

- Listen.

- Excuse me!

He's dangerous.

Look at this.

He hit me.

He's on cocaine, LSD, heroin...

A womanizer, too.

Ask him his score.

Any number less than 200,

he's lying.

Want to know his truth?

Call me.

Big fan.

Sanju.

For once, I feel like

thanking the press.

One headline... and you're here.

- Why did you get this printed?

- I didn't, Winnie.

Reporters live outside my gate.

They follow me everywhere.

If you were a doctor,

they'd print, “Sanju ill",

an actress... "Sanju's new lady.“

They want spicy headlines.

Not the truth.

- That's why we've come to you.

- Will he tell me the truth?

Nothing but the truth.

Fire away.

Okay. Alright.

Excluding your wife, how many women

have you slept with?

- Look here.

- Sure, of course.

Should I count the prostitutes or...?

No, let's keep them aside.

Never kept a score-card.

But once, I did the math,

I recalled around 308.

I must've missed a few.

On the safe side, let's say... 350.

Do you know him?

Zubinl

He was my friend.

I nicknamed him "God".

Since you picked him,

let's start with chapter "God".

My time starts now.

1981 my debut film.

He was always on the sets.

Dad was directing me

and I was nervous as hell.

♪ Is this love? J“

♪ Yes, my dove! ♪

Cut. . . cut.

Sonny, your lips are off sync.

Match them to the song.

And... a romantic reaction

when the girl sings.

But, dad... where's the girl?

How do I react

to a cold camera?

An actor's job is to imagine.

Imagine a beautiful actress

in front of you.

Ganpat, come here.

Observe.

Sound.

♪ Is this love? J“

♪ Yes, my dove! ♪

♪ In your absence

Day and night eclipse I

♪ And an hour is forever 3

♪ Is this love? J“

♪ Yes, my dove! ♪

Cut.

Come. Give it a go.

Let's give him a heroine.

Ganpat, come here.

Hold this and stand here.

- Don't move.

- Good idea.

Start sound.

♪ Is this love? J“

♪ Yes, my dove! ♪

♪ In your absence

Day and night eclipse I

♪ And an hour is forever 3

♪ Is this love? J“

♪ Yes, yes! r

♪ Yes, my dove! ♪

Cut it!

Well played, Ramu.

Ace!

Sonny...

- You've been smoking?

- No, dad.

Now you lie, too?

Thousands struggle to be

an actor... with no luck.

You've got it on a silver platter,

respect that.

Drinking, smoking...

will show on your face.

The camera spares no one.

Quit smoking

or I'll shelve the film.

Smoke with your left hand.

Fathers sniff the right hand.

Boys!

Bro, I'm the first actor in the world

to romance a bandit.

But, dad praised the cameraman.

"We“ flayed, Ram“

Ace?

However we” I do,

he never praises me.

He insults me publicly.

- Reason with him.

- That would be suicide.

You're too scared of your dad.

Hey, try this.

It bumps up confidence.

Gladiators would take

this before a fight.

Watch.

Put this in your nose...

and snort it all.

I make my Pomeranian snort it

and he thinks he's an Alsatian.

Try it.

Sanju, not good for health.

Hey! I've been taking it for years.

I'm stronger than you.

Try me.

♪ 0 light of my soul! I

♪ If you're heaven's king,

I'm your queen' ♪

♪ If you're the needle,

I'm the thread I

♪ Then why our union

So half-baked, half-baked? I

Dad thinks that I can't

lip sync to songs.

He's wrong.

Watch me.

♪ I'm a fine catch,

so are you I

♪ Marry me, my love' ♪

♪ Let sparks fly,

so fine, so bright :

♪ I'm a fine catch,

so are you I

♪ But, I'm a free bird' ♪

♪ Keep your fireworks,

too fine, too bright :

1' Take my hand,

marry me quick I

♪ Make me yours in a click I

♪ Listen up,

I'm a wild stallion' ♪

♪ Why reduce me

to a mere medallion r

♪ I'm a fine catch,

so are you I

♪ Marry me, my love' ♪

♪ Let sparks fly,

so fine, so bright :

♪ No way, love!' ♪

♪ I'm a fine catch,

so are you I

♪ But, I'm a free bird' ♪

♪ Keep your fireworks,

too fine, too bright :

That night, one more Pomeranian

turned into an Alsatian.

God's powder was magic.

My confidence was sky-rocketing.

- Where's the bottle?

- Your dad chucked it.

Damn! For how long

will he control me?

My father controlled me

for 60 years.

- How did he let go?

- He popped it.

Dudes, don't leave.

The vodka's coming.

The bar's closed, Sanju.

Dad thinks cutting supply

will make us quit?

I have a back-up daddy.

Who'll fill up our mugs.

- Back-up dad?

- My girlfriend's pop.

Hello.

- I love you, Ruby.

- Love you too, baby.

Baby, I just dreamed of you.

Liar.

Is daddy home?

Yes, don't sneak in

through the balcony.

I'll ring the door bell.

Wake him.

At this hour?

What's so important?

I want something, baby.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, baby.

I'll be there in five.

Open the door.

Bye-

- Wake up your dad.

- Are you sure?

Dad, mom... wake up.

Sanju's here.

At 1 am?

Is everything okay?

Took him six months

to muster courage.

He'd said, once

his career kickstarted,

he'll ask for my hand.

Just the hand,

or all of you?

Dad, come on!

We'll ask for the

18 year-old scotch.

Will the old fart agree?

If he doesn't agree,

we grab and flee!

Hello, child.

How are you?

Before you ask for anything,

I have something for you.

Ten rupees?

My father's gift to me...

when I joined the Navy.

He said, "There are

two kinds of bills.“

"Real and fake."

When you tug at a real bill...

it won't tear.

You're starting your career.

Life will pull you left and right.

But, if you stay honest,

nothing can rip you apart.

My father's wisdom is now yours.

Homi, let him sit.

Sit.

Now, tell us.

What brings you here?

See, daddy.

The real reason we're here is...

we have... the midnight urge.

Can't control it anymore.

Look, we're weak with idioms.

Tell us clearly,

what's a "midnight urge"?

Midnight urge means...

desire...

need... want.

I'm 21 now.

It's a biological need.

As soon as midnight strikes...

the urge surges.

I need it now...

or I'm gonna explode!

But dad doesn't allow it.

He's orthodox.

So I sin in secret.

Once, I was enjoying an 18 year-old

on the terrace... dad walked in.

I told him frankly,

"Dad, I'm an adult."

"My friends do it every night.

Their parents never object."

He said, "Alright, have your

18 year-old. But don't hide."

"Do it openly on the dining table...

before the family.“

"And that too,

only once a month.“

Daddy, how will once a month

quench this thirst?

Now I frequent the illicit joints.

16, 18, 21

I grab whatever is available.

I park on a lonely stretch,

and indulge in the backseat.

Only fear is the cops.

They peek when

you're about to peak.

Auntie, try the backseat.

No fun!

You were a Navy Captain.

You must've tasted the best

on every shore.

Be kind, let us taste some

from your home.

- May we get one each?

- What!

- Okay, we'll share one.

- How dare you!

When daddy gets the urge,

you happily serve.

All we get is a "How dare you!“

Sorry, I've promised my friend.

I'm gonna grab one.

Stop!

- Soda or water?

- I'll help myself.

Sanju, you're drunk.

Just get out!

And return my papa's box.

Can I say something?

Your papa was wrong.

Life doesn't just pull you

left and right.

It also pulls you up and down.

I drank all night with my friends.

And returned home in the morning.

Good morning.

Good morning, dad.

I'm going for a jog.

Sit.

Sorry, sonny.

I yelled at you publicly.

I'm stressed...

couldn't control myself.

A request...

Please focus on your work.

Your mother should feel proud

when she sees your first film.

She may not be able

to see your next.

Why?

She has cancer

of the pancreas.

I'm taking her to New York.

Sloan Hospital.

Why didn't anyone tell me?

She hid it from you

so your work won't suffer.

She's been in pain all year.

But, acts fit in front of you.

Where are you?

In the dining...

Want some tea?

Half a cup.

Hide it.

Don't cry in her presence.

She's acting. So must you.

Make her happy.

Up so early?

Not bad.

Did you tell Sanju

we're off to New York?

What? Haven't shared the news?

Take a deep breath.

You're gonna be shocked.

I've been offered

a Hollywood film.

Now I'll mouth English dialogues.

My name is Bond.

James Bond.

I'm going to make him

an offer he can't refuse.

You talkin' to me?

I wish they had songs

like our films.

♪ This heart has lost its mate I

♪ No one knows

where my liver went 3'

A song here... a dance there...

and the Oscar's mine!

You shouldn't have retired!

Retired?

I still act... don't I?

Dad took mom to New York.

And I started spending

more time with God.

I feel your pain, man.

I was 18 when I lost my parents

in a car crash.

I was going to kill myself.

A fakir saved me.

He said, “The Lord who created pain,

also created a remedy.“

Here.

Put it under your tongue.

It'll melt away all pain.

He gets it from the Himalayas.

So it's expensive.

But, I'll send him the money.

The first time I did drugs,

was 'cause I was upset with dad.

The second time,

'cause mom was dying.

By the third time,

I was an addict.

Then I got the news...

mom was in a coma.

Dad summoned me to America.

I traveled with my sisters...

and 20 grams of cocaine.

Being caught at the airport,

would've meant...

20 years in prison...

even for my sisters.

But back then,

20 years in prison,

versus 20 grams of cocaine...

my choice was crystal clear.

I was so irresponsible...

that instead of spending

time with mom,

I'd smoke away in the fire exit.

Then one night,

walked into my life...

Mr. Kamlesh Kanhaiyalal Kapasi.

- What did you steal?

- Twins... twins... twins...

- O Lord Ganesha!

- This is Jesus' jurisdiction.

Lord Ganesha doesn't operate here.

What did you steal?

I'd gone to keep the idol inside.

I'm a fan of your parents.

Thought Lord Ganesha

will heal your mother.

Sorry, bro.

But, what's "Twins"?

Eggs... back home

we call them Twins.

Hope "The Twins“

haven't parted ways.

They are out of shape.

Come.

- Where?

- To get The Twins back in shape.

Hi-

- Two of us.

- Can't come in without a jacket.

Hey, bro. Nice jacket.

- How much?

-30.

What if I give you 50?

Take it, man.

Enjoy the show.

Ever seen a topless girl?

Of course, I have.

- Where? On TV?

- No... live.

My physics teacher, back home...

his mother slipped

in the bathroom.

I broke the door,

hauled her on my shoulder

and put her in the ambulance.

Stark naked... topless, bottomless.

How old was she?

90... no... 91.

I did see stuff...

I'm not naive.

- Ever had alcohol?

- Of course.

Hi... two vodkas, please.

Hey, sweetheart.

Can I have a private dance?

Okay.

For ten dollars.

I only have seven.

For seven, you get him.

There's a saying back home...

“ Jam-"3 am ham-ham.“

Translate that.

"Jam-jam" is money.

And “ham-ham“?

Sex.

Your jacket took away jam-jam,

I lost my bam-bam.

You owe me a blonde.

Cover me.

Don't! You'll land in prison.

Relax.

Sir, come with me.

It's all good, bro.

- Easy... easy.

- Call the cops.

Come on, man.

I didn't do anything.

Hold on, sir.

He's got cancer.

He will die in a week.

You think I was born yesterday?

See... I've got a hospital

visitor's pass.

I just got him from there.

His last wish... to do powder

and see a topless girl.

I gave him powder,

you give him girl.

- He'll die happy.

- He can't die here.

- Noble cause, brother!

- We don't want any trouble.

I'll take the body away.

No trouble.

Look... where would you

want to die?

In a hospital, hopeless

or in a club with a topless?

Go some place else.

Okay.

Let's go, brother.

These are emotionless people.

I'll get you a girl

more topless than here.

No... I want that girl!

- Call the cops.

- Run!

Get me a girl, brother.

More topless than there.

You promised, brother.

Stop joking.

We could've been arrested.

Noble cause, brother.

Please help. Get me a girl.

Your mom's in the hospital

and you're snorting?

Hey, Mr. Righteousness.

We've been friends

for just five minutes.

- Control your emotions.

- Friendship?

You aren't a good son!

How'II you be a good friend?

Get lost! I don't need a friend.

Hey, stop!

Okay, I'm sorry.

I just can't quit.

Alright... go!

If my friend was on drugs,

I wouldn't abandon him.

I'd thrash him till he quit.

Throw it.

- I'll quit... tomorrow.

- Now.

I promise... tomorrow.

- Let go my twins.

- Let go the powder.

- Twins first.

- Powder first.

- I'm desperate.

- It's the time to fight.

Say, “I'm a tiger."

- Now, To".

-'Ron"?

Once more.

I quit! I promise.

Never abandon me, Master.

Such words of wisdom...

Ron... "yam-3am barn-ham... tw'ms.

Guess what?

You didn't twist my twins...

but this.

I was seeking drugs in New York.

Instead, I found a friend.

Kamlesh Kanhaiyalal Kapasi.

They call me Kamli.

As Sex-spear has said,

"What's in a name?"

- Who?

- Sex-spear.

William...

- Sir, will you have snakes?

- Snakes?

Snakes... there are lots in the hole.

I'll get it, sir.

In his accent, snacks were "snakes“

and hall was “hole“.

He brought back our smiles.

And miraculously, his idol got

mom out of coma.

Ready, everyone?

Smile.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

At your film premiere,

I'll sit between father and son.

As you appear on screen,

I'll whistle.

Sorry!

At your wedding,

I'll dance on the table.

Warn Ruby

not to be embarrassed.

Mom didn't know

Ruby wasn't talking to me.

Mom didn't have

much time left.

I decided...

I'd apologise to Ruby's dad

and ask for her hand.

I love Ruby and I want to...

Hi, daddy.

I've come to apologize.

- I misbehaved that day.

- It's alright, child.

- A tipple often does that.

- No, daddy.

I wasn't just drunk...

I had also done cocaine.

Let me confess.

The next day I did LSD.

But I've been clean

for a month.

What will power!

Congratulations!

Thank you, daddy.

I'll go meet Ruby.

- Ruby.

- Wait.

Meet her on the 22nd...

at Hotel Sun and Sand.

With these flowers.

- What's on the 22nd?

- Wait...

That's for your parents.

And that's for you.

Write your name.

Ruby weds... who's this... Rustom?

Now, get out.

Bye-bye!

All this for a 10 rupee bill?

I'll glue it up.

I'm glad you tore it...

it led us to Rustom!

He's a doctor in New York.

Not a junkie like you... Out!

- Daddy, let me meet Ruby...

- Don't call me daddy.

- Papa?

- No papa.

- Okay... uncle?

- Don't call me uncle!

Then what should I call you...

Old fart?

Meet Ruby over my dead body.

Fine... I'll wait.

For what?

For you to die, old fart!

Rascal... scoundrel!

Get out!

I'll break your legs,

you swine.

Every addict looks for

an excuse to start again.

My excuse was Ruby.

♪ Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Let's rendezvous A'

♪ To have you back,

Your old man I'll hack' ♪

♪ It's a win-win!

He gets heaven, I get you I

♪ The world has no heart

So leave it, old fart' ♪

4“ Goodbye, old man!

Just die, old man! ♪

♪ Your daughter... don't worry

Once you're dead... we'll marry' ♪

The sincerest prayers

are always granted.

The old man died

of a massive heart attack.

The news was tragic...

But, I won't lie...

I was ecstatic.

4' Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Get set to rendezvous I'

♪ Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

You and I, we'll rendezvous I

This was my chance

to win back Ruby.

I had to show her, I was

more reliable than her fiancé.

A minor problem...

I was stoned.

Papa!

Don't abandon us, papa.

- Sanju, that's not papa.

- Wake up.

That's not papa!

Ha! I wondered how he'd

shrunk so much.

Is this our papa?

Papa... papa!

Why did you abandon us?

Wake up... try!

He isn't waking up.

Mummy, don't cry.

Your son-in-Iaw is with you.

Have you read the Holy Gita?

"Everything happens for the best."

Superb!

"Nothing we create...

so nothing should we mourn."

Did you create this old man?

Gave him birth?

Mummy, please...

Let her grieve...

When my puppy died,

I was bawling.

A full-grown husband's exit

deserves howling.

Take your time, mummy.

But remember,

only the body parishes.

The soul is eternal.

Away with this body.

Focus on the soul.

Baby, all okay?

Silly question!

Papa conked

and you say, "All okay?“

Stupid...

How shall we

dispose the body?

Bury it? Cremate it?

Papa.

God, that's not our papa.

Move that body.

It's freakin' confusing.

Move it.

So, Ruby...

What did I do?

No one can tell

it's secondhand.

A very fair price.

Five hundred dollars.

What's this?

Robbed a beggar?

Robbed a barber!

He cuts his own hair.

Puts three dollars

in the piggy bank.

- Who's gonna count this?

- Call from India... it's Sanju!

Awesome!

Sanju, perfect timing.

I'm buying my first car.

I need you here, bro.

Ruby's getting married.

Please... please come.

- You snorting again?

- No. I swear.

Please... come down.

Sanju... hello.

Sir, no need to count.

- The car will have to wait.

- Why?

Need to buy a ticket to India.

Sorry, sir.

Didn't want the car?

Why make me count?

Hello, Ruby.

I'm Kamlesh Kanhaiyalal Kapasi.

Sanju's friend.

Sir, can you go inside?

- Take a loo break.

- Why?

- Need to discuss a private matter.

- Come

Excuse me.

Whatever the matter,

say it in front of me.

It'll upset you.

Take a stroll outside.

Lovely weather.

No way.

We've got no secrets.

- I know everything about her.

- Really?

- Everything?

- Yes... everything.

Then name Ruby's

favorite animal.

Cat?

Dog?

You live in New York?

Ask any jeweler there...

They'll all say... “Penguin...

- Know why?

- Why?

For a month, Sanju hopped

from jeweler to jeweler.

For a wedding necklace

with a penguin pendant.

And finally got it!

But when he returned to India...

he discovered,

you were engaged.

He was shattered...

took to drugs again.

But yesterday, he braved up.

Flushed all the drugs

down the drain.

Swore never

to touch them again.

He prayed,

"Lord, bring Ruby back."

Sanju's back.

- Can you come back?

- Listen... it's too late.

The wedding date, venue...

it's all set.

Nothing changes,

except the groom.

Wedding cards... printed.

We'll put a "Sanju' sticker

over your name.

Don't sweat the small stuff.

I suggest you get out of here

before I smash your face.

Ruby, in America there'll be

no househelp.

You'll be cleaning,

mopping, washing...

Imagine washing

his sweaty underpants!

- Scumbag!

- I told you, you'd be upset.

Sanju will be at the Marriage Registrar's,

tomorrow 4 pm.

A penguin's not an animal.

It's a bird. Stupid man!

Mister, what's her favourite food?

Waffles. Sanju knows.

Her favourite film?

Mary Poppins.

Sanju knows.

You have no clue.

Ruby, 4 pm tomorrow.

The Marriage Registrar's office.

Where did you get money

for this?

Your wallet, cheques...

they're with me.

The wedding necklace...

What about it?

I sold it... to God.

- Where's he?

- He isn't home.

Woo-hoo!

Is this a joke?

I wait at the Registrar's office

and you get stoned here?

No sweat.

We'll marry tomorrow.

You'd flushed the drugs...

fished them out again?

I'm so stupid, I believed this.

Where's the wedding necklace?

Where is it?

Where's the bloody necklace?

The wedding necklace.

Please wait, Ruby.

I'm sorry...

Yuck.

He's not in his senses.

Won't remember a thing tomorrow!

I swear, he did buy

the wedding necklace.

He's too far gone...

and to expect you'll hang on

is not right.

You move on... I'm with him.

Kamlesh.

Yes, Ruby.

Don't ever tell him

what he did.

He'll be devastated.

Tell him...

that rotten Ruby,

never showed up.

May I come in, sir?

You've been drinking?

What I wanna say...

needs courage.

So I downed a couple.

Tell me.

Your son will die

before your wife!

He can't handle his life.

Why?

He sees you

nursing your ailing wife.

Any responsibility...

at home, film industry, society...

he sees you never shirk it.

You're a great man, sir.

And your son...

He's an ordinary guy.

No goals... no purpose in life.

He says,

"There are three things to life, bro."

"C... B... S...“

"Chew, brew and scr--"

Sorry... sorry.

The problem is...

you want him to be you!

He's buried...

buried under the weight

of your legacy!

He knows, however hard he toils,

he can never be as great.

So, he doesn't even try.

Feels a hero with

nobodies like me.

"Yo, Kamli...',

"Hey, Kamli...'

What should I do, Kamlesh?

Sir, you...

Just be his friend.

Sit with him.

Drink with him.

Use a few cuss words,

and say...

"Sonny, it's okay to be ordinary."

“You don't have to be Sun“ Dun.“

"It's okay to be Sanjay Dutt."

Please save him.

If he dies...

whom will I tell...

"Let go my twins."

Please, sir... save him.

Save him.

Good morning!

Morning, dad.

I showed the distributors

your film.

They went crazy...

"What a freakin' actor!"

Has mom seen the posters?

She's in hospital.

What happened?

She slipped into a coma again.

- I just met her yesterday!

- No... day before.

You've woken up

after two days. It's okay.

I've spoken to the doctors.

They recommend

a rehab centre in America.

Ready?

No... no.

Please don't send me there, dad.

Just a few days, sonny.

No... no.

Come out.

We won't send you anywhere.

I had one cigarette, you packed me off

to boarding school.

I was just six.

Couldn't even tie my Shoelaces.

I missed mom.

Sorry... sorry.

Please come out.

I won't go anywhere.

I'll stay with mom...

in the hospital!

Dad agreed... on one condition.

That I wouldn't do drugs

in the hospital.

And I promised.

I started spending

every night at the hospital.

I'd stare at mom for hours.

I'd hold her hand

and talk to her.

The premiere's next week.

Won't you come?

Get up, mom.

You gotta see me act.

You'll be proud, mom.

Mom.

Then one day...

I couldn't resist.

Sanju...

Dad...

Mom never saw my film.

She died three days

before the premiere.

She'd left a note...

"Even if I'm gone,

the show must go on.“

♪ They call me Rocky

Yes, my name is Rocky! I

♪ Friend and foe

To both I say hello' ♪

♪ Friend and foe

To both I say hello' ♪

♪ They call me Rocky

Yes, my name is Rocky! I

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Dutt.

Is anyone sitting here?

Yes... my wife.

Sanju, congratulations!

Sanju, you'll be a film star!

I'll whistle...

I've been offered

a Hollywood film.

At your wedding,

I'll dance on the table.

Sanju.

What happened?

Mom opened her eyes

before she died.

She touched my head

to bless me.

But I was drugged, dad.

Not sure if it happened

or I was hallucinating...

I'm a mess, dad.

I can't tell what's real

and what's imaginary.

Are you real, dad?

Buddy, listen.

Is that Mr. Sunil Dutt?

- Is dad there?

- Yes.

Please save me, dad.

I want to quit drugs.

I want to live.

You'll be fine, sonny.

Dad got me to America

for treatment.

Mark the drugs

you've ever consumed.

I was given a list.

He was shocked

that I was still alive.

He has to be here for a while.

We'll look after him.

My treatment started.

As the drugs stopped,

my body rebelled.

A storm unleashed within.

Often I shivered

as if inside an ice slab.

Biting cold I couldn't bear.

Often my body was ablaze.

I was burning.

Bombs exploded in my head.

My pulse would spike up to 150.

My hands would tremor.

Depression... anxiety...

I couldn't bear it.

When you dance, the body generates

chemicals that heal.

Our motto... "Dance to recovery."

One, two, cha, cha, cha.

I couldn't take it.

I ran away.

I was desperate for drugs.

Hey, bro!

- Can I get a gram?

- Money. bro?

I'll give you tomorrow.

Hang off, man.

- Please, bro?

- Sorry, I'm broke.

A little bit, man.

The only person

who'd lend me money...

was 1500 miles away,

in New York.

Like a madman,

I took off for New York... on foot.

Can I get a lift?

Hop on.

I realized the power of attire.

When the clothes were clean,

I got rides.

When dirty... alms.

Both served well.

A few days of begging,

earned me a bus ticket.

In 12 days, I was in New York.

Hi, bro.

I'll have one drink

and go back.

Never had a drink with you.

Just one and I'll go away.

I'll be okay, dad.

When your mom was in hospital...

she'd send these recordings.

Ever listened to them?

Silly piglet, how are you?

Remember, when angry,

I'd call you “piglet"?

And you'd say, "Why are you

calling your husband names?"

“If I'm a piglet,

my father's the swim!“

Hello, Sanju.

This is Mr. Swine.

- Working hard?

- Don't worry about me.

I won't die before

I see your film.

I'm by your side.

Steadfast!

Like a Master said,

♪ Wherever you go, I

♪ my shadow will follow I

Tell him your theory

of the Masters.

Before the movies,

I was a radio jockey.

I encountered thousands of songs

with beautiful, deep verses.

I accepted those songwriters

as my Masters.

When in trouble, I say,

"Guide me, 0 Master."

And a song comes to rescue.

So which Master

can help Sanju?

Majrooh Sultanpuri.

Presenting from Sloan Hospital...

Water, please.

Dad, it's the tape...

Here's some water.

Please rest.

What about the song?

Tomorrow, I promise!

Rest now.

Which song was it, dad?

♪ Don't you ever stop, 3"

♪ with your head hung in despair :

♪ After this woeful walk over thorns, 4“

♪ you will enjoy

the embrace of blossoms' ♪

♪ Wanderer, O wanderer A“

♪ 0 Wanderer... J“

♪ Break every shackle, 4“

♪ Smith each into a sword :

♪ Fight every battle I

♪ Conquer every peak 4“

♪ You may be shattered A“

♪ Show 'em you ain't battered 4“

♪ Hope still simmers in your soul! 4“

♪ When your spirit you wield a“

♪ The heavens will yield 4“

♪ Lead you unfettered to your goal I

♪ If by miseries you're hunted a“

♪ If your weapons are blunted a“

J“ Stop failure's advances

with those broken lances J“

♪ Climb every mountain I

♪ Conquer every peak 4“

♪ Strive, do not bow down' ♪

♪ Attain what you seek! 4“

♪ Climb every mountain I

♪ Conquer every peak 4“

♪ Strive, do not bow down' ♪

♪ Attain what you seek! 4“

A 14-day loo break!

That's a world record.

Welcome back.

♪ Take by the scruff of the neck 4“

♪ The dark clouds of misery 4“

♪ Rattle 'em till they reveal

the abode of Victory' ♪

♪ With the stars you'll be crowned 4“

♪ The sky, your playground A“

♪ Break away from the herd r

♪ Fortune will be yours

that so far frowned A“

J“ Stop failure's advances

with those broken lances J“

♪ Climb every mountain I

♪ Conquer every peak 4“

♪ Strive, do not bow down' ♪

♪ Attain what you seek! 4“

♪ Climb every mountain I

♪ Conquer every peak 4“

♪ Strive, do not bow down' ♪

♪ Attain what you seek! 4“

♪ Fight every battle I

♪ Conquer every peak 4“

He's off drugs for 18 months.

Wear sunglasses...

our boy is glowing like a floodlight.

Thank you, Kamlesh.

As your Sex-spear says,

"AII's well that ends well."

Take the bags.

The taximeter's on.

Hurry up.

It's not "the end“ yet.

The doctor warned,

he could relapse.

If he starts again, he'll die.

Please keep him away

from bad company.

Thank you, son.

Thank you.

Dad, you carry on.

I'll join you.

Dad, stop him.

For how long can we stop him?

Now he must fight

his own battles. Let's go.

I thought you wouldn't meet me.

How could I not?

I thought of you everyday

the past 18 months.

What an honor!

I have a special

welcome-back gift.

Haven't seen

such fine stuff in 18 years.

Just to celebrate your return.

Normally, I don't share

such exclusive stuff with anyone.

To your health.

Cheers!

Bro, that's my dose.

It's potent.

Too strong for you.

Doesn't such potent stuff

ruin your health?

Your parents must've

gifted you strong genes.

How are they?

They're fine...

by the grace of God.

Amazing! They're reborn

after the car crash?

Glucose powder suits me fine.

Now try that!

I cracked it!

You took glucose

and fed me drugs.

You aren't an addict...

you're a peddler!

Posed as a friend

for my money.

Bro, I'll return your money.

Great idea!

Return those five years

which I was too numb to feel.

My father hasn't slept in five years.

Return that lost sleep.

I lost Ruby.

Can you get her back?

My sisters stopped smiling.

Return that smile.

Can you? You peddler!

My real gods.

And one more.

Lord Ganesha, MD.

He's lived with me

in prison, too.

You're crying?

Was the story so bad?

Will you write it?

Yes, I'll write it.

Thank you.

So, I'll call you on Sunday.

We'll continue then.

Winnie, do you have a boyfriend?

- Yes. Why?

- Tell him, he's very lucky.

'Cause I'm intelligent

and good looking?

-'Cause I'm going to prison.

- Stop it.

Ignore him.

When he's happy

he blabbers.

He's harmless.

Hello?

Hello, this is Winnie.

Hello, mighty writer.

Hello... “God...

So, you met the terrorist.

Also figured why you're

desperate to stop me.

Once a drug-peddler,

now a big builder.

He fooled you.

He's an actor.

Even his lies seem true.

Ask him why

his best friend, Kamlesh...

hasn't spoken to him

in 20 years.

Ask him.

Hello.

Is that Mr. Kamlesh?

- Yeah.

- Hi, this is Winnie Diaz.

I'm a writer.

I'm writing a book

on your friend, Sanjay Dutt...

He's not my friend.

But he says,

"Kamli is my best friend."

In a past life.

Then in this life, why are you

glued to the TV watching his news?

Hello?

Excuse me?

Hi, I'm Winnie.

- You called from India?

- Right. And you hung up.

So, I'm here.

Look, I promise, I won't even

mention you in the book.

- Shall we sit somewhere?

- Sure.

I know a great place.

I think we should go there.

Where?

Head North and take a left

after 100 metres.

Follow Aunt Annie.

Remember this place?

He loves you.

Why did you cut off ties?

Do you know what RDX is?

An explosive. It was used

in the Mumbai bomb blasts.

And where was it stored?

In a truck parked

at Sanjay Dutt's house.

He knew Mumbai would

be bombed, but kept mum.

- Who told you?

- The man who loved him the most.

Who?

Sun“ Du“... h'vs father.

Tell me your side of the story.

If he's a terrorist,

I'll scrap the book.

I flew 12000 kms

just to meet you.

And I wasted 12 years

of my life with him.

No more time for him.

He's the one with no time.

He's off to prison.

Know what he's taking along?

This story has four characters.

San'yay Du“, Sun“ Du“...

I, and the Babri mosque.

Babri mosque was demolished

on 6th December, 1992.

Riots burned the country.

Mr. Dutt was then

a Member of Parliament.

He'd stopped making films.

All his time was spent

sewing people.

When riots erupted

in his constituency,

Muslim homes were burnt...

he plunged into relief work.

And his son, unconcerned...

lived in his own world.

He was no longer the drug-addict.

He reigned as an A-list film star

those 12 years.

As for me... my IT business

was prospering.

I made tons of money.

But, had one grouse...

I was still a virgin.

Then I met a girl, Pinky.

I flew every weekend to Mumbai,

hoping to get lucky.

Excuse me, sir.

The result...

I was jetlagged 24/7.

Still on the runway?

Not taken off?

Sir, we've landed.

Landed?

This time, Sanju had

invited Pinky for dinner.

The mission...

to make sure I score.

Pinky loves pink.

She asked for a pink t-shirt.

So you bought the store?

Superb!

Control... you're drinking too much!

Need courage

to open my account.

Account! Which bank?

My aunt's cousin is a banker.

You'll be done in a jiffy.

- You need an account, too?

- No, I have many accounts.

What's all this?

All for you.

This pink t-shirt, sweater,

“Mar-tee...

This pink nightie... just for you!

Try it.

No, I'll stick to the t-shirt.

Thank you, Kamlesh.

One moment.

Do you know why

nighties are called nighties?

Why?

'Cause they are worn at night.

Scriptures say...

hour and attire must match.

Give.

I've got her in the nightie.

- Your job... get her out of it.

- Done!

Don't overdrink...

or there'“ be no ham-ham.

I'm out of here.

Freshen up.

- I'll change, too.

- All the best.

♪ On a journey to the moon' ♪

♪ Let's dance, let's swoon :

♪ It's one night's delight 4“

♪ Then our paths will divide r

♪ On a journey to the moon' ♪

♪ Let's dance, let's swoon :

♪ Just one night's delight a“

♪ Come, set me alight a“

Kamli...

Kamli, wake up.

Get up.

Time for bam-bam.

Wake up.

You're a tiger.

Roar!

Come on.

♪ You are no saint I'

♪ Noramll'

♪ It's one night's delight 4“

♪ Let's not be uptight a“

♪ On a journey to the moon' ♪

♪ Let's dance, let's swoon :

♪ Just one night's delight a“

♪ Come, set me alight a“

Baby, you ready?

Have breakfast, Kamli.

- You're meeting some girls today.

- I have a girlfriend.

Forget her.

She's a floozy.

- Shush... she'll hear you.

- She's gone.

You were very irresponsible last night!

You passed out and

I had to bam-bam...

and then wrap up

your pink store.

Chill... I'll set it up

for the next attempt.

Tell me, you're lying.

I was checking

her loyalty towards you.

I held her hand,

she rubbed it with her thumb.

That's all she does.

Never goes further.

With me, she went further, bro.

I said, "Nightie."

She took it off?

It was clear,

she can't be my sister-in-Iaw.

No one cheats

on my best friend!

It was guilt free bam-bam.

What's her name?

You slept with her

and don't know her name?

Name after the game?

Bad manners!

You swine!

I've unveiled her true colors.

You should be grateful.

Hey, Sanju.

Your pop's buddying up

to the Muslims.

- Drill sense into him.

- Who the hell...?

You half-Muslim!

Your sister is sizzling hot.

Shall I get her raped?

Hey!

It's a stone.

Could've been a grenade.

Your pop's loading trucks

with relief material, right?

- I'll bump him off.

- HelloI

- Let's get out of here.

- We've got a threat call.

You wake up late.

I've already got five.

Barking dogs seldom bite.

Out here you can be shot.

We'll shield him.

We'll take the bullet.

We'll defend Mr. Dutt

till our last breath.

With that toy?

Does it even work?

Yes, it does.

When did you last fire it?

World War II?

Stop it, Sanju.

Hurry... load the truck.

Kamli, reason with dad.

He never listens to me.

Look at him,

and then at yourself.

He helps strangers.

While you bam-bam

your best friend's girl.

Hi! This is Kamlesh.

Sorry, I'm not home.

Please leave a message.

Hey Kamli,

remember the strip club?

I lost out on a chick

for your jacket.

Remember,

you owed me a blonde.

Let's say Pinky is the blonds...

we're square!

I'm in New York on the 22nd.

I'll wait outside the same club.

Wear that red jacket...

and I'll know you've forgiven me.

I love you, bro.

Kamli, please forgive me.

Kamli...

They say, "Life is what happens

when you're making other plans."

While he was planning his trip...

life had other plans.

Twelve bombs exploded that day.

250 people died.

800 were injured.

Police investigations

revealed a name...

Tiger Memon.

In the riots following

the Babri mosque demolition,

Tiger Memon's office

was burnt down.

He struck back.

As the truth unfolded,

many were arrested.

Kamlesh, read the news?

No... why?

Your friend was involved

in the Bombay bomb blasts.

He's been arrested.

He had an AK-56 rifle.

Did you possess an AK-56 rifle?

No, sir.

Did you possess an AK-56?

I'll tell you, sir.

I'll tell you everything.

But, don't tell dad.

- Babu?

- Kamli.

I knew you'd come.

I'm glad.

Sir, I'm sure

the AK-56 charges are bogus.

Here's Sanju's confession.

Read it.

Dad would send relief material

to riot victims.

Majority of them... Muslim.

Some people didn't approve.

They thought dad was pro-Muslim.

That's when the threats started.

To murder us...

and rape my sisters.

I was terrified.

Then there were

two attacks on dad.

I requested special protection,

but was denied.

I feared a mob attack any time.

Han“ and Sam“,

producers of my mm...

suggested I keep an assault rifle,

for protection.

In January, Samir, Hanif

and Abu Salem came home.

They gave me three rifles

and some bullets,

which I kept in my car.

Soon, I panicked.

I'll keep only one rifle...

till the riots and.

Please take away the rest.

They came back two days later.

I returned two rifles.

Kept one rifle and 250 bullets.

On 2nd April, I went to Mauritius

for a film shoot.

I got news of Hanif

and Samir's arrest.

I feared they'd rat me out.

I called my friend, Yusuf Nulwala.

Yusuf, go to my house.

Go to my room.

You'll find a black bag.

There's some stuff in it.

Destroy it.

Then one day, dad called.

The papers say,

you possess an AK-56 rifle.

AK-56? No, dad!

I've got you a meeting

with the Police Commissioner.

Come to Bombay.

Dad informed the cops

about my arrival,

and assured them he'll get me

to the police station.

But...

Mr. Sanjay Dutt.

Boarding pass.

Deliver the luggage to his father.

Come with me.

- What's the problem, officer?

- Come.

Sir, what happened?

Get in.

Last time, we won the fight

against drugs.

But this time, the battle

will be tougher.

- I'll need you, son.

- I'm not going anywhere, sir.

The "snakes“ are in the “hole“.

Grab a bite.

Sleep in Sanju's room.

I'll be here for a while.

Switch off the fan.

Sir, it's hot.

He sleeps without a fan, too.

For security reasons,

Sanju was kept in isolation

in a windowless cell.

His only companions... ants.

It's been seven days, soldiers.

When will I get bail?

Tell me.

Please...

Sir, the pot is overflowing.

Sir.

Please help!

Help!

He suffered inside prison

and his dad, outside.

Look... the terrorist's pop.

Come.

Give him a shave.

You're done.

Come... wash your face.

You speak English!

I've done my Masters.

Even had a bank job.

How'd you land here?

My wife cheated on me.

I killed her!

Chopped her into pieces,

stuffed her in a bag and left it

on along distance train.

A porter saw me...

and here I am.

- I'll skip the shave.

- Why?

Need a beard for my next film.

I'm playing Santa Claus.

He had a big beard.

I've to let it grow.

Hello! This is Sunil Dutt.

A moment.

Mr. Butt.

Sir, the minister's bathing.

Morning, noon and evening?

He's always in the bath!

Health reasons, sir.

He has a fungal infection

on his thigh.

I'll pass on your message.

Everyone avoided Mr. Dutt.

Terror charges being stigmatic,

no one wanted any involvement.

Partner, we've been

roomies for 180 days.

That's longer than any girl

I've been with.

Supreme Court will hear

my bail petition today.

Which means I'm a free bird.

I'll miss you.

- Your bail's been rejected.

- What?

Bail is always tough

in the Terror Act.

Sir...

Dad, what's up with my bail?

Don't worry, sonny.

We're going to the Supreme Court.

You get better.

Why are you lying?

I know my bail's rejected.

I've been in for six months.

You know the Prime Minister...

the President... speak to them.

What have I done?

Killed anyone? Fire a bullet?

Just kept a gun,

for your protection!

My protection?

I'd rather you shot me

with that gun!

Sir...

He'll never appreciate me.

Praises my sisters all the time...

"Ace! Well played!“

I want to die.

Please help me.

There's cyanide in the tea.

Drink up.

Vodka in the tea?

Now chill!

Don't blabber about dying.

Think of your dad!

He strives from dawn to dusk

for your bail.

Begs lawyers, politicians, cops...

Sleeps on the floor

'cause you have no bad.

Doesn't use the fan

'cause you don't have one.

People call him,

"Terrorist's pop."

You've twisted his twins...

spare him your suicide!

Fight! You'll definitely get bail.

Once out of prison...

get a sexy girlfriend.

I'll get you drunk

and bam-bam her!

Then, we're even.

"I want to die."

Enough! You're a tiger.

"Rorr'... come on.

“Rom.“

He spent 452 days in prison.

The Supreme Court finally

granted him bail.

But his name was now

synonymous with the word...

Terrorist!

The public and the press

hated him.

He was being tried

under the Terror Act...

he feared his bail

would be canceled.

His only hope...

political intervention.

An influential minister in the capital

agreed to meet him.

Hello, sir.

Come... sit.

How's daddy?

He has a fever.

Very good...

What brings you here?

Sir, I'll be honest.

I did possess a gun.

I should be tried

under the Arms Act.

But they've slapped me

with the Terror Act.

If I was involved

in the bomb blasts,

would I return to India?

I could've run away

from Mauritius.

Taken asylum in another country.

- He's dozed off!

- Speak louder.

Sir, I got a gun because

I feared a mob attack.

If the minister really slept

or play acted to avoid us...

is still a mystery.

How's daddy?

- He has a fever.

- Very good...

What brings you here?

Our legs brought us here...

we'll go back swimming.

Very good...

Let me know if I can help.

It was evident,

we were on our own.

I decided... till Sanju was cleared

of terror charges,

I'd be by his side.

But, the next day...

[RDX truck at Dutt house?]

Babu, where's Sanju?

In the preview theatre.

No one goes in.

Mr. Dutt's orders.

Tell the Court... you knew about

the bomb blast conspiracy.

Kamlesh...

please wait outside.

Where are you going?

FBI raided my office.

Why?

[RDX truck at Dutt house?]

What's that got to do

with the FBI?

My company works with

the American government.

Now they'll investigate

our association.

Terror charges freak them out.

Sorry, buddy.

I've put you through all this...

- Call me when you get there.

- No... my phone will be tapped.

We must disconnect

for a few years.

Don't worry. I understand.

Go...

Hey, Kamli. You're a tiger.

Let's go.

Bye!

First time ever...

I lied to Sanju.

I can be friends with an addict.

Even with a guy

who slept with my girl.

But with a terrorist?

I'm no fool!

Every time I drink,

I miss him...

yearn to call him.

Then I remind myself...

there was a truck full of RDX

at his house.

He's a bloody terrorist!

Are we done?

Mail from Winnie.

Where's she?

America.

She won't write the book.

Sanjay Dutt was given 30 days

to surrender.

That time is over.

He's on his way to prison.

Clothes off.

Raise your hands.

Turn.

Bend.

Cough.

Harder.

You dropped Sanju's story for a book

on museums? How boring!

- Museums don't lie.

- Nor did Sanju.

But a news report

became your gospel truth.

Here.

What's this?

Prison has a community radio

for prisoners' reform.

Sanju hosts a show.

He wants you to hear

this episode.

Took great pains

to smuggle it out.

Your coffee...

My number.

You'll need it after you're done.

Howdy, Yerwada!

This is your buddy, Sanju!

Today's topic... newspapers.

There were no newspapers

400 years ago.

News traveled word of mouth.

Then, someone printed

the first newspaper.

Soon, selling news

became big business.

Today, India has 105,437

registered publications,

thousands of radio stations,

TV channels and the internet.

And they're in a rat race...

fighting for readership.

Sanju (2018) - full transcript