Andhadhun (अंधाधुन)

It's a long story. Coffee?

"Blindly"

You aren't hurt, are you?

- Hey, Bandu! — I'll get you a rickshaw.

It'll cost you a tenner.

Here!

|'|| string you up by your undies if you try that again. Got it?

- OK. Get me an auto. — Auto!

Maestro!

- Hi! - Come!

I've got you two new pupils.

- No, sir. Cancel all my lessons. - How come?

That Viman Nagar kid drives me nuts.

And Mrs. Gokhale gropes me.

- Aabha Gokhale? - Yes.

Her fingers keep playing me instead of the piano.

The competition‘s in 2 months. I need time to practice.

There's this piece, can't crack it.

Abba Gokhale is your ticket to London. Keep her sweet.

I need inspiration, not perspiration.

When you’re blind, days and nights are the same.

And if you listen closely, there’s music in every sound.

Hi, Akash. Here's your chicken tikka sub.

And your iced tea. Just the way you like it.

Thank you.

The disadvantages of blindness are known.

I'll tell you what the advantage is. Focus.

For artists focus is everything.

I search for my muse all daylong...

...come home and I’m still searching.

Though art gives artists a lot, it extracts a high price.

You’re the rain to quench my thirst

I've waited for you forever

YOU came, peace came

My sweet love

"Awesome song. Where are you, Pramod Sinha?"

A comment from Denmark.

Hamlet's neck of the woods?

Yes, darling

Daani is on the line.

- Hi, darling. - Hi, Aunty.

I hear you're off scuba diving?

Yeah! Classes start next week.

ls Dad exercising?

Relax! He jogs for a full hour every day.

- OK, Bye, aunty. — Bye.

Why does she keep calling me "aunty?" Why not Simi?

She‘s just a kid. Cut her some slack.

We've been married for 3 years, Pramod. How much more slack?

Now for the main course...

Put a crab into boiling water and you'll kill it.

But I don't want to shock it.

So, two hours before cooking...

...I put it in the deep freezer.

And when it's fast asleep...

...I take it out...

...and gently put it in boiling water.

They say crabmeat is an aphrodisiac.

Don't ask me to spell it.

But I'll show you what it means.

Spicy! I love it!

Fantastic!

You've made my day.

You should have your own show. Shall I talk to my TV friends?

"Sizzling Hot Simi."

A bunch of lies!

How dare you come into my room and talk to me like that?

What do you take me for?

Simi, one sec. Water?

Don't come near me.

I know why you're here.

Want to poison me?

It's not easy getting rid of me.

What? Why aren't you recording?

Pammi, you idiot! I was auditioning.

For "Nurse Radha," part 2.

Opening scene.

Nurse Radha escapes from the mental asylum.

We can make it low budget.

Talk to your film friends.

Oh my God!

Simi! You're something else.

Are you blind? Can't you see my yellow scooter?

I'm talking to you! Hello!

Wind your window down! Don't put your specs on.

You idiot!

I'll take your photo to show the police. Nutcase!

I'm so sorry.

Are you hurt? I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry. You 0k?

Can I give you a lift? How can I help?

Where are you going?

It's here. Coffee, sandwich.

Madam, I've had my breakfast. I'm good.

I'm not. My heart is racing.

Sugar?

Why are you crossing the road alone? Can't you get a guide dog?

My cat's enough of a handful.

Drink your coffee. What if you were hurt?

End of a great artist's career before it starts.

- Artist? What do you do? — | play the piano.

Piano? Do you play well?

- He y, you! - Sir?

You leave the storeroom door open every night.

- Forgot, sir. Sorry. — Sorry? Every time, sorry.

What's this? I don't like it.

Where have you brought me, Sophie?

- Meet my Dad. — Hello, sir. How are you?

Franco. Where did you find him?

- By accident. — Free in the evenings?

By the way, if you don't mind - what happened to your eyes?

I got hit by a cricket ball when I was 14.

What's that?

A cricket ball hit my eye when I was 14.

The optic nerve was damaged.

Can we talk about something more cheerful?

Of course.

The tips at Franco's won't even cover your auto fare home.

Here we are.

Prabhat Road. Lane 4.

- What's this place? — An NGO's, for the handicapped.

I'm here for three months. Guess how much rent I pay?

500—rupees a month.

I sense trees everywhere.

I wake up to a symphony of birdsong.

Here are the stairs. Eighteen steps.

Coffee?

Not today. I have tons to do. I can pick you up at five?

Thanks.

Your piece was fantastic. IlovediL

I'll finish it today.

- It didn't seem unfinished. - But it is.

Some things are better unfinished.

Don't tinker too much. You'll spoil it. See you.

I mean I‘ll be seeing you. Bye.

I'll be down in 2 minutes.

Hey, good evening.

- How are you? - I'm good.

Oh s#**!

- Some bird goo on your glasses. - Lots of birds here.

Your eyes look very normal. Are you completely blind?

No. I can tell day from night.

Shall I tell you the time?

I think it's about 5.30.

Anyway, bird bombs are very lucky.

l have just seen a lovely face

Though I don’t know how to read it

Deep in the ocean, / felt my heart drowning.

l was struck down from that moment to this

My innocent eyes are hardly to blame

0 heart of mine, tell me

My innocent eyes are hardly to blame

0 heart of mine, tell me

- Fabulous! Too good. — Thank you, sir.

He's going to be a big star.

You have a gift.

Not everyone is gifted.

Sir, your voice resembles the actor Pramod Sinha's.

You know him?

I saw one of his movies on TV when l was a kid.

What was it called? "Annadaata."

The songs are terrific too.

Come and give me a hug!

- Take a shot of us, Sophie. — Smile!

- We're home. — Thank you.

You've earned 4000 in tips today. A record for Franco's!

I'm hoping to earn 200,000 so I can go to London.

All the best.

- Good night. — Good night.

Akash?

- You're here early? — I came to practice.

- OK. — Guide me.

This must be the corridor.

|'|| manage.

/ tied my heart in knots

But the Wicked fellow escaped

What has come over me?

Sometimes this heart races, sometimes it quickens

What has happened to me?

What had to happen has happened

When hearts meet, they fit like hand in glove

What are you looking at?

No burning lamp, no shining light

My innocent eyes are hardly to blame

0 heart of mine, tell me

My darling girl

What's your name?

/ see you with eyes closed

Your lover salutes you

The poor heart has run amok...

...since last Monday night maybe

In my heart of hearts, it’s you that / find

- Hi, Akash. — Hi, Pramod sir.

Can you play my songs?

I'll just play...

No, no. Not here. Come to my house tomorrow.

For a private concert for my wife and me.

She loves the star Rajesh Khanna. Play his numbers. She'll be happy.

Sure, sir.

Here's my address. And an advance. You'll get more later.