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Fanney Khan.

This name means many things...

Artist. Performer.

Singer. Magician.

Or even an idiot.

Anyone you have a great time with...

is a Fanney Khan.

This is the story of one such Fanney Khan...

who changed the very meaning of this name.

Performing for you tonight...

is the star of Jhankar orchestra...

Prashant Sharma...alias...

Fanney Khan!

Fanney Khan! Fanney Khan!

Clad in stars, my darling...

Where are you off to?

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

Clad in stars, my darling...

Where are you off to?

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

Fanney Khan!

Dressing up is fun...

When Fanney is there...

To admire you...

Otherwise...

Your beauty goes waste.

Clad in stars, my darling...

Where are you off to?

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

Clad in stars, my darling...

Where are you off to?

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

If you come closer, I shall find peace.

Fanney.

Your wife has been taken to the hospital...

to the hospital!

Our daughter...

Even her crying is so melodic!

She's going to be like you Fanney.

I could not become a famous singer...

but I will surely make you one...

my Lata.

What's my name?

My name is Sheila.

Hot babe Sheila.

I'm too sexy for you.'

You can't have me.

No, no, no, Sheila...

Ain't nobody got a body like Sheila.

Hey fatso!

Sheila!

Well done, Lata.

Thank you so much.

Keep it there.

That was one heavy-duty performance, guys.

Thank you so much, Lata.

Coming up are the Jhin Jhin girls.

Give them a big round of applause.

Have this.

Don't worry, my dear.

There will be many more shows.

I think she chose the wrong song.

Let her sing whatever she wants.

Audiences must also like it, right?

Her song says "What's my name, what's my name"?

It's an interview, not a song.

Oh really?

- What should I have sung? - One of Lataji's evergreen songs.

The audience would have loved it.

- Her songs are a 100 years old! - But I love them.

That's because you're a 100 as well.

If I sing her songs...

...they'll call me an aunty and not just a fatso.

- And why did you come there? - I didn't see Rhea today?

Please, Mom... Please!

Why the hell did you have to come?

This happens every time.

Driver, please play some good music.

She sings so well.

All she needs...

is a good break to prove how talented she is.

Imagine, Kavita...

A big stage...

Lata on it singing...

Smoke all around...

Some dancers...

Audience cheering...

I don't see it.

Why is there smoke on stage?

You don't know anything.

A star needs these things.

Does she need to become a star?

Yes, Kavita.

One day our Lata will be famous.

Prashant, are you daydreaming?

Oh, sorry.

Be careful, it might hurt someone.

Come on come on, a little further.

Bring it lower.

Yes, I'm on it.

- Okay? - Easy!

Hey Adhir!

- Adhir! - Yes?

Let's go.

Further up.

So?

Wow...

This is delicious!

I hate eggplant.

But I love how you cooked it with noodles.

Prashant, how was Lata's show?

Fantastic.

- She was great. - That is great.

Come on, louder.

So... the wage cut for your leave...

was worth it, huh?

Mr. Gupta...

Have you ever done that for someone?

Quiet.

I am talking to Prashant.

So, when do we see Lata on TV?

Soon, Mr. Gupta.

I'm making a hit album for her.

I suggest you give her... a hit song...

and make her a star.

Like Baby Singh.

Baby Singh!

I bring you...

Beauty...

Today.

I bring you...

Once again...

Beauty.

Come here!

I'll make you forget what innocence is.

A taste of my mischief...

And your shyness will go.

Here's my beauty, like a treasure.

I woo you once again.

It's young love! Take a hint.

No one survives alone.

It's young love! Take a hint.

No one survives alone.

It's the body first...

Which gets all the love.

No one knows...

Where we're headed.

Reaching the soul is hard...

It's pointless anyways...

As souls cannot be embraced.

Come and embrace me, my love...

You won't find such beauty anywhere.

It's young love! Take a hint.

No one survives alone.

It's young love! Take a hint.

No one survives alone.

What a singer Baby is!

Forget her singing, Lata.

Look at her clothes!

Her hairstyle!

Make up!

It's all so sexy!

- That's why she is number one! - Please, no!

For a singer, the singing comes first.

Baby Singh is the best singer in the whole world.

Oh please!

It's all about attitude and styling.

What do you mean?

See...

I mean this...

First get a dress just like Baby's for Taal n Talent show.

- Like Baby Singh? - Yes. I'll do your hair and makeup.

You're sure to win.

I can see it clearly.

First I'll win Taal n Talent show.

Then, Voice of India.

And I'll become the biggest singing superstar!

Just like Baby Singh.

Becoming number one is not that easy.

What do you mean?

You think these superstars reach the top just because they were talented?

Who knows how many music directors and judges they had to...

You know what I mean.

- Really? - Of course.

Those perverted ugly-type judges.

Hairy!

- Have you seen their paunches? - Gross!

And sweaty.

- Yuck, stop! - Hairy ears!

I don't want to hear this.

- Tell me, Lata. - Yes...

If a music director agrees to give you a chance but...

only if you know, you sleep...

Just a minute, Rhea.

What are you saying?

Lata, don't listen to this nonsense.

- Don't you dare even think like this. - Sorry.

Think what?

Great thoughts are happening here!

Go on, make her a star. I...

What's wrong?

Hello?

- Beautiful. - Mr. Vikas...

It's that...

Baby wants to redo the second stanza.

She's unhappy with it.

Kakkad...

Our rivals now have a porn star dancing for their show.

And here we are chasing "art".

If we don't come up with something sensational for our finale...

This will be the last show of your career.

Sensational? Like what?

Like a wardrobe malfunction in a fashion show.

Unintentional, of course.

No, Mr. Vikas.

Baby will never agree to this.

No.

You're the manager.

It's your job to convince her.

Get to work.

Hi, Baby. Superb.

Looking good.

I was just telling Kakkad...

You look hot in the new video.

We'll do something big for the finale, break the internet.

It'll go viral.

Baby, we need to talk.

At the recording, tomorrow.

But...

Is the studio booked?

Baby, do you have any idea how television ratings work?

- The pressures...? - I'm sick and tired of...

of all these shows, appearances, award functions, inaugurations...

weddings, birthdays, fake smiles...

I'm fed up!

But this is the price of stardom.

This is how you became a star... Baby Singh!

You know what?

I need a break.

What break?

Break! As in a holiday...

I haven't taken one in five years.

A break isn't what Mr. Vikas is paying you for.

We've signed a contract with him.

You don't appreciate all this.

I want to take a break from Baby Singh.

The rhythm goes like this.

This is great, man.

How do you do this?

Adhir, when I'm happy, it comes spontaneously to me.

Why are you stuck in this rut?

You are an artist.

Stop flattering me.

Let's get back to work.

I'm going to sing this tune to Kavita and Lata.

They'll love it.

I think so too.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

Good morning.

Kavita!

What?

Good morning!

Good morning!

You seem excited.

Has Lata left?

Not yet. Breakfast is ready.

Ladies and gentlemen!

At your breakfast table today...

along with your favorite butter and jam...

We present to you...

Fanney Khan's delightful...

creation!

Your friendly neighbourhood sensation...

I haven't had time to write the lyrics yet...

so please enjoy the tune.

And the trumpet!

The guitar!

This is the rhythm.

Did you like it? Isn't it great?

It needs some more work.

You must sing this song, dear.

It's perfect for you.

Let her be.

I want to hear it.

But mother-in-law...

I've got so much...

love in this house.

And... Arjun is so caring.

He keeps me so happy, mother-in-law.

Mother-in-law..

Jinal, what's wrong?

Why are you crying? What happened?

- God I am so late for my audition. - Jinal?

Always late!

Sorry, there was traffic near Prashant's.

He's such a bore.

He's made you his driver.

I am a driver for everyone who I love.

Cute! Take a right.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

- Happy birthday, dear Rohan... - Lata, sing a song.

- What? - For me, it's my birthday.

No...

Sing! Sing!

- Lata, Lata! - Okay!

Which one?

I can't hear you properly.

I'll sing all of them, okay?

Yay!

Ooh la la...

Ooh la la...

Sheila is young and beautiful...

Munni is infamous.

Gulabo's perfume was enticing...

The beautiful ladies...

Were so charming.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Mogambo laughed ha ha...

It's impossible to catch Don.

How many men were there...

K-K-K-Kiran?

It's love I fear, not violence.

I will punch a million holes into you.

This guy is crazy in love, sister...

He calls me sweetheart...sweetheart.

The spinning wheel turns.

Wandering, away from home.

I lost my heart...

See how bravely Mary Kom fights...

Beware, Tiger is still alive.

Nobody could take on Bahubali.

Hum a few lines in the middle of all this.

You my friend...my friend...you.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Wonder what stole Mastani's heart.

The girls wrestled bravely in Dangal.

Why should Babydoll be made of gold?

Run Milkha, run.

Wonder why...

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Come on lady! Let's dance!

Poor Heer had come down with the flu.

Congrats Fanney, the song is ready.

Whats up?

It's all over.

Broke off with her? That's good. She was using you.

The factory closed, Prashant.

- Which one? - Our factory!

The owner cheated the banks and fled to London.

- What are you saying? - Go see for yourself!

Read the notice.

How does this bank notice affect us?

It does.

If the factory closes, we lose our jobs.

It's over.

How's that possible?

Let's go talk to the owner.

How will you do that?

He's escaped the law and went to London.

How can he just leave?

He can't shut it down...

without prior notice!

What the hell!

He committed fraud.

Why do we have to suffer?

This can't be.

We won't sit back.

We'll set fire to the factory, destroy it.

Have you lost your mind?

Set fire to the factory!

Go and sit there, quietly.

I won't be quiet!

I'll go to London and kill him.

You bootlicker, I'll break your head too!

- Go and tell him this. - Prashant, let's go outside.

I won't spare anyone.

Let's go.

Your Baby wears weird clothes!

Mom! You don't know anything.

It's all about styling now.

Things have changed.

This is why Baby Singh is at the top.

That's true.

You know... She gets 3 million for every appearance!

Just to cut one ribbon.

Three million?

What nonsense!

It's true. I read it on the internet.

And ten times more for shows.

That's bullshit.

It's impossible.

Tens of millions.

Stop!

Why isn't it possible?

It is how it is.

You don't know a damn thing...

So no point in talking to you.

- Lata... - Thanks.

But...

What did I say wrong?

Why don't you keep quiet...

and stick to cleaning your trumpet?

She's so upset.

What do you want?

I wanted to say good night.

Good night.

When are your exams?

I'm sleepy, dad. Please...

I'll manage.

What's this?

A dress for the Taal n Talent auditions.

How much was it?

Don't you ever get tired?

- It's on installments... - But...

You have to pay 800 per month.

But do you need it that bad?

Yes, I do.

The dress... and a father who is not stingy with money.

Okay? Good night.

Anything else?

We can't tell the family.

- What? - Our jobs are gone, the factory closed.

And definitely not to Lata.

Brother...

we are jobless now.

We are ruined.

Don't worry.

We'll get a job.

And we'll make Lata's album as well.

Okay, respected and learned Sir...

How will you pay for Lata's album?

By selling a kidney?

Nothing can stop Lata's album.

I'll find a way.

I will.

Hey Fanney!

What brings you to my grand palace?

- Hello, Kader-bhai. - Hello, my dear.

You're not your usual cheerful self.

Sit down.

This depressing tune does not suit my dear friend.

Life has dulled this tune.

What nonsense are you saying?

What is your problem?

I'm here for you.

I need a job, Kader-bhai.

The factory has shut down.

I have a job that is sexy...

Taxi.

You'll drive a taxi again, after all these years?

Sure.

You have a job.

Have some tea?

Yes, Kader-bhai. But please keep this a secret.

- What, the tea? - No, the taxi.

Don't worry, my friend.

Thank you, Oh Lord.

For covering me...

Though sometimes I'm left bare.

When do I see my happy days?

When do I see my happy days?

The food...

And clothing...

And clothing...

Fall short sometimes.

When do I see my happy days?

When do I see my happy days?

I remain empty...

And lost...

I remain empty...

And lost...

When do I see my happy days?

When do I see my happy days?

- Are these sleeping pills? - Yes, they are.

Take just one or it might be fatal.

Thank you.

My song is one of sorrow...

Which I sing everyday.

I carry my dreams...

Which remain unfulfilled.

It's a difficult time...

for me...

As desires remain...

Unrealized...

And broken into pieces.

When do I see my happy days?

When do I see my happy days?

Happy days, happy days....

When do I see them again?

What are you doing?

Nothing, just calculating.

Calculating what?

I have an idea, Kavita.

What if we produced Lata's album ourselves?

How much would it cost?

Around 1.5 million.

Some more, for promotions.

Alright.

We barely manage to save 500 rupees a month.

So in 30 years we should have 1.5 million.

So when Lata is 50 years old...

we'll record her album.

I'm serious.

We can apply for a loan.

Have you gone mad?

Who will give us one?

And how will we ever repay it?

Stop chasing these impossible dreams.

Dreams are what keep me alive.

How can I give them up?

What time is your shift tomorrow?

What time, Prashant?

So now I'm plain old Prashant to you, not Fanney?

I am aware... of reality.

The reality is that you have to go to work tomorrow.

Go to bed.

I'm going to sleep.

- Jinal... - What is it?

Baby...

I was thinking, this acting workshop in Goa...

do you have to go?

I've told you earlier, I will return your money once I'm a star.

- It's not about the money Jinal... I... - What is it then?

Isn't a three week workshop too long?

Do I complain about your stupid factory?

Do I ask questions? You lay over there all day.

Do you know anything about my acting? Or my workshop?

Do you?

Alright, go to sleep. Sorry.

You wanted a break, right?

You're going to Europe.

For three weeks.

Happy?

Why did you buy the tickets?

Not me, Mr. Vikas sent them.

He'll pay for your trip.

I can afford to pay for my holiday.

Yes... But it's a gift from him.

Why?

Well...

Mr. Vikas said that we need something sensational...

to boost the ratings of our finale.

Get to the point, Kakkad.

Actually... Well...

Well...

He suggested...

With your costume...

Like at fashion shows...

We could have a...

wardrobe...

malfunction.

Deal?

A trip to Europe...

So...

Baby!

Baby!

I don't want to see you starting tomorrow.

Baby, wait!

I had refused.

I didn't mean it.

Come on, Baby.

Listen to me.

I rejected his idea!

I said there's no way you'd...

Baby!

Taxi!

Baby!

Bandra, please.

Madam, are you Baby Singh?

Bandra, Waterfield Road.

Okay.

Please stop at a shop, I want some water.

Okay, madam.

I'll get it.

A bottle of water, please.

- How much? - 20 rupees.

Yes, they are sleeping pills. Take just one or it might be fatal.

- Hello? - Adhir!

- Adhir! - Prashant, can I call you back?

Come to the factory, quickly!

No, it's urgent.

Just come.

At the factory? Why?

Just come right now!

- Prashant, I... - Come quick.

Hello?

- I'll be back in a few minutes. - No, no.

Who will help me pack?

- Your packing is done. - No, it's not. There's so much left.

I'll help you when I'm back. I'll be back soon.

Don't leave, I'll be right back. I'll be right back.

What happened?

What's the urgency?

Urgency... Remember when I told you that I'd figure something out?

- And? - I figured out a way.

- How? - How? Go look, who's in the taxi.

Who is this?

Look carefully.

Love is young.

Carefully.

Baby Singh!

Why is she in your taxi?

- I brought her here. - She came with you?

No, I kidnapped her.

Be serious, tell me.

I am.

I kidnapped Baby Singh.

Have you lost your mind? What are you doing?

My mind is finally working.

That rascal left us jobless and ruined our lives.

Now he's living it up in London.

How is it her fault? What has she done?

How is it our fault either?

Our problem is we don't have money.

And she has lots of it.

Do you know...

how much she charges to cut ribbons?

- How would I know? A few thousand? - Not thousands! Millions!

And many millions for live shows.

What are you thinking about?

If we take some of her money, it won't make any difference to her.

Listen to me.

You have to help me.

I... I can't do this alone.

What are you doing, Prashant?

Both of us will get into trouble. I can't do this.

Listen...

- Let me be. - I won't.

Aren't you my friend?

I am, but...

I can't help you with this.

I don't want the money.

Quiet.

Yes, baby.

- To hell with your baby! - I'll be there soon.

See you in a few minutes.

Forget her and think about this Baby.

We'll both get into trouble, Prashant. This is wrong. Don't do this.

Alright...

so you're not my friend?

I am, but...

Then?

I'm so tired.

I don't have a job...

I'll be 50 soon.

I have no money. Nobody respects me at home.

Everything's a mess.

I have to do this.

I can't help you with this. Sorry.

Go.

Go, be with your Jinal.

It's so hot here...

Goa will be worse.

- Hi! Jai!

Hey.

Babe, you are looking so hot.

- Really? - Come here. Come here.

I'm so excited to go.

Yeah, me too.

- Thank you. - Keep the bags, okay?

Adhir, this is Jai Walia, the lead actor of that famous show...

"Babul Ka Angna."

This is Adhir, he works in a factory.

- Okay! - Bombay Metals.

- Okay. - Just keep the bags.

- I like your t-shirt. - Thanks babe.

- You're looking so hot! - Really?

Stop staring at him.

Such a loser.

Don't worry, brother. I'll take care of her.

Take care, Jinal.

Yes, Adhir... My purse.

Should we leave?

Bye.

Where is she?

She's inside.

How did you open the door?

I broke it open.

Prashant, you tied up Baby Singh?

Yes.

- Is she dead? - No! Come, she's sleeping.

I think the sleeping pills were too strong.

- Hope nobody saw you. - No.

What's all this?

We might have to stay here for some time.

I brought some of Jinal's clothes for her.

Do want to set up home? Do you plan to marry her?

Fine, I'm leaving. Do this yourself.

Sorry...

Please don't be angry.

- We have a problem. - What?

Now that I've kidnapped her...

who do I ask for the money?

How should I know?

You kidnapped her. You should have a plan.

I've never done this before.

I'm an artist, not a criminal.

You were an artist, Prashant.

Now, you're a criminal...

a kidnapper.

She's waking up.

Now what?

- Why are you covering her eyes? - I don't want her to see my face.

Help!

Madam, please don't shout.

Somebody... Hello!

Help!

What are you doing?

So that she doesn't shout.

Ask her.

Who all are there at home?

Tell me!

- She can talk now. - I asked about your family members.

Take off the blindfold and I'll tell you.

What did I say? I asked your family!

Take this off and I'll tell you.

No!

Mr. Driver...

I've seen your face already.

Why did you show her your face?

Come on!

One minute.

Act like a goon and scare her.

Ms. Baby Singh...

quickly tell me...

about your family...

or else...

Or else what?

You know who I am, right?

Don't you know you'll get caught?

Baby Singh, actually...

Hello, madam.

Big fan.

Hello.

Don't get scared, madam.

Scared?

Untie my hands and I'll show you.

Alright... Madam...

actually...

We're good people.

Not the criminal types...

to chop off your fingers or rape you.

Or threaten to kill you.

What are you saying?

She needs to trust us.

Madam, now that we have kidnapped you

who do we call, for the money?

Ransom?

- Handsome? - Handsome.

Ransom?

How much?

Whatever you think fit.

Come with me.

Are you are a kidnapper or a porter?

Asking for a donation.

Make a demand.

50 thousand?

50 thousand?

Three million at least.

It's too much.

3 million?

Yes.

3 million?

Tell me, who do I call?

The police.

No madam, please.

Don't call the police.

We're... honest people.

We can reduce the amount.

You can give me your debit card, I'll withdraw the money.

Phone!

See who it is.

- Who is it? - Manager.

Some Kakkad.

Answer it.

Got disconnected.

Call him back.

Give it here.

You have to show your face.

Madam, I can't show you my face. Sorry.

Show my face to the phone.

- Phone? - Yes.

It's unlocked!

It's unlocked.

What are you staring at, Kakkad?

This is not a joke.

I'm not joking, darling.

I am not your darling, Kakkad.

- Here it is. - Please.

Hey Baby, where are you?

You'll have to wait.

Who the hell is this?

He's asking who I am. What do I say?

- Kidnapper. - Kidnapper.

- This is her kidnapper. - What?

Who?

Kakkad!

Listen...

These people...

Sorry.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Wait for my call.

Don't call the police.

Don't contact the police.

- Neck... - Or else Baby Singh...

Or else I'll chop off Baby Singh's head and hand it over to you.

- Got it? Bye! - No, but... hello?

Big fan.

Yeah, right!

Nice phone.

What happened?

What's wrong? Why the drama?

This is too much.

Just get her from wherever she is!

I have to leave now.

You stay and look after her.

- Can you? - Sure.

Don't get too familiar.

Just don't talk to her.

- But... - Give her some food.

Okay.

Be back soon.

I'll be back soon.

Excuse me?

Yes?

Do you have a restroom here?

You can rest here.

No one will bother you.

I mean...

a bathroom.

Bathroom?

Friends, next on Taal n Talent is contestant number 17!

Give it up for Junior Baby Singh.

I bring to you...

Beauty.

Today.

I bring to you, once again...

Beauty.

Give Baby a glass of water!

I think fatty is tired.

Come here!

I'll make you forget what innocence is.

A taste of my mischief...

And your shyness will go.

Poor man's Baby Singh!

Beauty, like a treasure...

I woo you once again.

Look at the baby elephant dance.

It's young love! Take...

Stop the music!

Is this a joke?

What's your name?

Lata...

Louder.

- Lata. - Look!

Just because your parents named you...

after a singer doesn't mean you can sing.

They should've named her after an athlete.

At least that would have made this fatty run.

Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror?

Forget about holding a tune.

Do you even deserve to hold a microphone and stand on the stage?

You could've done something else, dear.

You don't have to sing.

Don't you get it?

Now, please go.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Baby aunty.

Well done. Please...

Try next year.

- And now my friends. - I'll go...

Our next contestant is Junior Yo Yo.

The water's blue-blue.

And the day's sunny-sunny.

Let's get on the beach and take a picture.

It will be your bad luck...

If you don't listen to me...

Where's that girl who just got off the stage?

Inside.

Is that any way to talk?

Who are these judges?

I would slap them if I could.

They're right.

It's the biggest size they had.

That's what I am... Fat...like a whale.

Lata...

I am...

Don't feel bad about what they said.

Alright?

This place is awful.

You sing so well back home.

I've heard you.

My daughter sings so well.

I'll always be an obscure Fanney Khan, just like dad.

Next year, we'll take you for "India Ki Aawaz".

No...

I won't sing anymore.

Lata...

- I can't do it. - Lata...

That's it.

Don't give up.

My baby.

Here it is.

Yes? Hello?

This is the kidnapper.

Tell me, what do you want, sir?

Not over the phone.

Sassoon dock, at six PM.

- Come alone. - Okay.

Or else I'll chop off Baby Singh's head and hand it over to you.

No...

I'll come alone.

Hello, hello?

Kakkad, give him what he wants.

Baby is crucial for the finale show.

Don't try to be smart.

Er... How much do you want?

Listen to something... on this pendrive.

What have you done to Baby?

Play it.

The trumpet comes in here.

Now the guitar.

And the rhythm.

How do you like it?

How did you like the tune?

Er... Sir, it's nice, very nice.

I don't understand.

Do you want Baby to sing this?

No.

How long will it take...

for you to make this into a proper song?

I don't know.

It might be done in a day. Sometimes it takes a month.

You don't have a month.

You have a week.

The sooner you make this a song...

the sooner you'll get Baby back.

I'll be leaving now.

Excuse me, sir?

But... Why do you need to make this?

Why?

You make a grand entrance anyways.

That's why...

Madam, your food.

Open your mouth.

Come on.

You need to eat.

We did not bring you here to torture you.

Come on, open up.

You know what? Everybody says I'm a great cook.

- Want some? - What have you put in this?

Oh! You want to know my recipe?

It's a secret.

Give me some.

How is it?

Master!

I do my best...

He must be hungry.

He's alone at home.

Okay, I can call...

Master and tell him to eat...

and that you'll be back soon.

My dog is called Master!

Oh... I thought...

Please take me to him.

Now?

Give me your house keys and I'll bring him here.

Do I look that stupid?

That I'd give my house keys to a kidnapper?

Master...

- My baby... - Madam...

Oh, please don't cry.

If you don't stop, I'll start crying as well.

- Madam. - You promise to bring him here?

- Of course. - Really?

Sure.

You won't hurt him, will you?

You think that's what I do?

Torture poor dogs?

I love dogs.

- Really? - I'll get him.

Trust me.

How can I trust someone I haven't seen?

Please, open the blindfold.

What?

Please...

But madam, the blindfold...

Yes...

take it off.

- Sure you won't tell anyone about me? - No, I promise.

Please, take it off.

Alright.

What's your name?

Adhir.

Adhir...

can you please untie my hands?

It's hurting me.

What if you escape?

I trust you.

Don't you trust me?

But my friend Prasha...

has entrusted you to me.

I can't let him down.

Choose...

Master or your hands?

Master.

Listen...

come here.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer?

Closer.

How will he know that I've sent you?

He will recognise my scent.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

- What? - Where to?

Come here.

Where are you headed?

To Baby Singh's house.

But madam isn't at home.

I know. Her dog needs to be fed.

I haven't seen you before.

I haven't seen you either.

I've always been here.

I work at the pet store.

Do you have a dog?

- No. - That's why you haven't seen me.

He must be very hungry.

Write your name here.

Madam knows me.

Hey!

India's number one singing superstar Baby Singh has been kidnapped!

Mom! Come quick!

Baby Singh has been kidnapped!

These guys are professionals.

I have no idea when she was kidnapped and how.

I'm waiting for their call...

for them to get in touch.

- I am waiting. - Yes, you heard it right.

- The darling of the nation... - What are you after?

- was kidnapped. Another shocker... - My phone.

Listen to the news!

Baby Singh's pet dog has been kidnapped as well.

- There you go! - I got hold of him but he was armed.

He had a gun in his hand.

The rascal managed to run away with the dog.

These kidnappers are such animals!

- They even picked up her poor dog. - Baby Singh's phone is being tracked.

As soon as it is done, the police will find out her location.

Baby Singh's kidnappers will probably torture her dog...

just to harass her.

Adhir!

Hi!

Hello, brother.

Look, we still have cable television.

I gave you one job.

Just one.

What's wrong?

Why the hell have you picked up her dog?

Master.

What?

That's his name.

The dog's name is Master?

Prashant, Sumi was so sad.

And who is Sumi?

Her real name is Sumitra.

Really?

Now that you're so close, are you getting married?

I'll play trumpet at your wedding.

And what is this?

Are you on a holiday? Why are you cutting a papaya?

Sumi madam said it's very good for the skin.

Why are you so upset?

Your antics from last night are all over the news.

Let me show you.

You're the one who got him.

How close are you to Baby Singh?

I can't explain...

how important Baby Singh...

is to me.

We may never...

see her again.

I just want to ask Baby Singh's fans...

to pray for her wellbeing.

Please pray.

Mr. Vikas, what is your opinion?

Baby Singh is a gifted singer.

Such talent is born once in a lifetime.

With a heavy heart, we launch her new video today.

Her last song is available exclusively on Indiakiawaaz.com.

Please download it.

And please pray for Baby Singh.

Breaking News!

The cops have successfully tracked Baby Singh's phone.

These kidnappers are very smart.

They left Baby Singh's phone at her residence to confuse the police.

The police have a lead on the kidnapper's motorbike.

The investigation is on.

See what you've done!

Go and hide your motorbike.

I'll tie her up.

- Again? - Yes, again.

I am the kidnapper. I decide.

You go!

Come on, get up madam.

Get up!

A wave of sympathy has taken the nation by storm.

Baby Singh's latest song has become the most downloaded video...

in the history of India.

Baby madam...

may I ask you something?

In your struggling days, did you have to?

With a music director...

or a producer, or...

Have to...

what?

Compromise?

Untie my hands...

and I'll teach you a lesson... you'll never forget.

- Sorry if I've offended you, Madam. - Compromise!

It's your thoughts that are compromised.

Just because I dress glamorously in music videos...

does not mean I'm easy...

ready for anything.

If she's beautiful there's no way she's talented.

Since she's a successful star, she must've compromised at some point.

No girl can succeed, solely because of her talent.

Times have changed...

but your perceptions about women haven't.

Disgusting!

So you're successful only due to your talent?

You mean, you've never...

Somebody just slap him.

I mean...

Actually...

Unbelievable!

There's someone I know.

She aspires to be like you, Baby Singh.

Tell her to work very hard...

to hone her skills...

if she wants to sing like Baby Singh.

She is good.

Better than you, in fact.

Practises regularly.

She's my neighbour, got a great voice.

I'm not just saying this.

She really is very good.

- So she's talented... - Yes!

- and hard working? - Definitely!

Then there's no stopping her.

She can be more successful than Baby Singh.

All she needs is an opportunity.

Hello?

Yes?

I told you not to inform the police.

Why did you inform them?

Yes, but I haven't.

You're the one who gave it away when you stole the dog.

I haven't told the police anything.

Because I know...

how dangerous you are.

Yes, I am.

Sir, I have some good news for you.

Yes, what is it?

Your tune, everybody loves it.

Really?

They said it's a super hit song!

When will this song be ready?

It is ready now.

- Do you want to hear it? - Yes, I do.

That's what I want.

Should we meet at the same place?

Yes, at the same place.

Smartass, we'll meet somewhere else.

I'll tell you where.

And don't have the police with you or else...

I know.

You'll chop off Baby Singh's head and hand it over to me.

Yes.

- Bye. - Bye.

What do you think?

Didn't you like it?

It's... very good.

It's the first time I am hearing my composition...

arranged with music...

I am happy. I can't believe it.

Here are the lyrics.

So when do you want to come and record it at the studio?

I won't.

Why?

There's a girl...

- Okay. - Waiting to be discovered...

by the world.

She's a very talented singer.

Please meet her once, Kakkad sir.

Sure.

Since you're speaking so respectfully, I have to.

Just take what you're getting and don't push me.

Write it down.

Her phone number.

Tell me.

Call her tomorrow morning.

At nine sharp.

Why are you touching my phone?

I'm just seeing if it's on silent mode.

Why?

- So you don't miss any calls. - What's your problem?

- What's wrong? - He's taking my phone.

Mom, I'm telling you, if he...

Hello?

Yes, this is Lata Sharma.

You're Baby Singh's manager?

Really?

Okay!

Thank you!

Yes!

Baby Singh's manager just called me.

Karan Kakkad! He wants to meet and audition me!

For a new song! I can't believe it! Baby Singh!

Isn't that amazing?

So when do you have to meet him? Both of us will go with you.

No... I'll manage.

Let her go.

How can she go alone, Fanney?

It's for a recording. It's alright.

Give it your best shot.

- All the best to you, my dear. - I need clothes!

What should I wear?

Sir, I can't hear you.

- So Lata Sharma... - Yes.

Good.

- Ready? - Yes, sir.

Give it your best shot.

Okay?

Should we start?

Music.

Sumi madam... What about your work?

Aren't you losing out on work?

Yes...

Recordings, dress rehearsals, photo shoots, dance rehearsals...

It's my break from all of that!

Do you like my songs?

Yes, very much.

Big fan.

Which one's your favorite?

That one... in which you're wearing a white gown.

White gown...

The long one.

Sing it for me.

In front of you?

It's your favorite, right?

Sing it.

Okay. Don't laugh.

You, you, you are mine...

Me, me, me, I am yours...

You, you are mine... Me, I am yours...

Our love...

I knew you'd laugh.

But that isn't my song.

- What? - No!

Liar!

Likes my songs.

White gown...

So, whose is it then?

Your original song.

All songs are similar these days. I don't know...

Fantastic!

Mind blowing!

Mind blowing! Wonderful!

Sir, should I sing it again?

Why? You were so good.

Super hit! You sang well. Really!

It was wonderful...

Wonderful... Could you wait outside for a bit, please?

- Okay. - I'll be there.

Seriously Kakkad...

stop wasting my time. What was that?

- So? - Emotion... it's lacking emotion.

Really?

Don't you have a software that can add the emotion?

Get it ready.

This place is awesome.

It's a good hotel.

Actually... It's a restaurant.

A restaurant is where we go to eat.

A hotel, is where...

people stay over.

Can I say something?

Please don't laugh at me.

Of course not.

I've never been to such a nice ho... sorry, restaurant.

We just go to local cafes.

So sweet.

Lata, show me your hand.

It's nice and soft.

You seem to be very lucky.

No, not really.

If you do as I say, everything will change.

When someone becomes a star...

everything in their life changes.

Star?

You.

- Me? - Yes, Lata, you.

Star...

Now this is a hotel.

Okay.

Is this your first time in such a place?

Yes, sir.

First time in my life.

Who all are there at home?

Just my parents.

So who taught you music?

Your mother or your father?

My father... but he's useless.

He records these silly tunes on his phone and asks me to sing them.

As if I will.

Plus he behaves so weirdly.

He calls himself Fanney Khan.

He's a failure.

He thinks I'm going to sing his songs.

He doesn't get it that I want to be like Baby Singh! I want to be like her.

Number one.

My friend Rhea tells me that it's not easy to become Baby Singh.

You know, all those...

No sir, I can't do this.

Do what?

- Sir please, can I go? - Relax.

Just relax.

Sit down.

Sir, I...

I can't do it.

I just told you to relax.

Don't worry.

Let me tell you something.

Everybody gets that one chance, at some point of time.

So will you.

- Can I go? - Yes, good night.

Go.

Where have you been?

I've been calling you!

- The phone... - It's 11 o'clock!

Where were you?

Mr. Kakkad introduced me to the music director.

And the recording?

We finished recording.

Then we went to a Chinese restaurant.

Which song?

It's a new one.

And he liked my voice.

- Look Lata... - Mom... I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

- Good night. - Good night, my dear.

Did you see?

I knew it.

Knew what?

I am going to bed.

Master isn't usually so affectionate.

Oh really?

Does he take after his name?

Hey, don't you say anything about him.

He's my best friend.

Him? Your best friend?

In fact...

My only true friend.

Are you serious?

I thought stars had a lot of friends.

A lot of acquaintances.

See, everyone wants to meet Baby Singh.

No one really knows Sumitra.

And... boyfriend?

Boyfriend!

No?

I've been so busy with work all these years that...

Boyfriend...

I can't even hold anyone's hand without...

It's dusty.

My desires well up at the sight of you.

You intoxicate me...

Let us never be apart...

You intoxicate me.

This light headed feeling...

The first throes of love...

Is my obsession.

Is this love or an obsession?

I surrender and...

Lose myself in you.

This light headed feeling...

The first throes of love.

Your beauty is your pride.

It is my fault.

I surrender and...

Lose myself in you.

You are special in every way...

You are what I desire.

Your sweetness...

You are what I desire.

This light headed feeling...

The first throes of love...

Is my obsession.

Is this love or an obsession?

I surrender and...

Lose myself in you.

This light headed feeling...

The first throes of love.

I surrender and...

Lose myself in you.

And drown in...

The pools of your eyes.

I lose myself.

I learned music in the church at the orphanage.

I won India Ki Aawaz.

And from Sumitra I became...

Baby Singh.

I wanted to be a cricket player.

But Kashmir was very unstable.

So my mother sent me here when I was young.

- To who? - To my uncle.

Uncle...

My mother still lives in Kashmir.

I have no idea if my father...

has been killed or...

I don't know.

I don't even know...

what my parents looked like.

What's written here?

- This? - Yes.

It's a saying in Sanskrit.

What does it mean?

Whatever happens...

happens for a reason.

And this eight?

- Your birthday? - It's not an eight.

Infinity.

The mall?

- Infinity mall. - No, not Infinity mall.

Infinity.

Forever.

Free, forever.

I got this done...

when I was free...

to do what I want to.

You're still free.

You can do whatever you want to.

Isn't it, Sumitra?

Let's send a reporter, we'll go live...

Vikas sir, listen to me.

TRP ratings will shoot up!

It's only for this one night, how's the plan?

That's a great plan Kakkad.

But will it work?

Why not, sir?

You rogue!

You'll make a good producer one day.

I've learnt from the best, sir.

Done.

It's going to be...

a super hit.

I had told you, Mr. Kakkad.

This girl is very talented.

Yes, your daughter sings well.

Who told you she's my daughter?

I know everything about you, Prashant Sharma...

alias Fanney Khan.

- I haven't told the police. - Why?

Do you know, tonight at the grand finale of India Ki Aawaz...

who is going to perform instead of Baby Singh?

Who? Who will sing?

Lata!

Fanney Khan's Lata!

Yes!

- Yes. - Is it true?

Is it possible?

Of course, it is.

If you want it.

You just need to...

take care of Baby Singh for one more night.

Then Lata can get this chance.

There's no one else in this with you, right?

I have a friend, Adhir.

He's with Baby Singh now.

Do you trust him?

More than I trust myself.

You don't worry.

Alright.

I have your phone number.

I'll get in touch with you.

Leave.

Thank you, Mr. Kakkad.

So my superstar...

Fanney Khan!

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Hello, how are you?

Oh no!

What are you doing?

It's okay.

Hello?

Yes, I am Lata Sharma.

Yes.

Okay.

Okay, yes.

Thank you. Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

- Yes! - What happened?

I'm singing at the grand finale of India Ki Aawaz tonight!

- Yay! - Yes!

Adhir!

At the grand finale of India Ki Aawaz...

instead of Baby Singh, Lata is going to sing tonight.

Adhir!

Adhir!

Madam?

Master?

Adhir?

Sumitra madam?

Adhir?

Good luck, Lata.

All the best.

Master!

Come on!

Do you like it?

Why have you made her wear this?

Ma'am, you don't know the latest fashion.

I know more than you do, alright?

What are you saying, mom?

Lata...

Isn't this happening too fast?

What do you mean?

Just come here.

Come here.

What's wrong?

I just...

- What? - Just sit down.

Tell me what's wrong.

What's wrong, mom?

What happened that night...

with Kakkad?

That he's so eager to give you a chance.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Are you sure?

Swear on me.

Mom, I haven't done anything of the sort.

Nothing.

Please trust me.

What?

- What do you mean, the two have escaped? - Not two, the three of them.

Master is also missing.

Shut up!

You said you could trust him, didn't you?

I did.

I don't understand.

I'm trying to call them but they're not answering.

- Hello? Kakkan sir - That bitch...

I hope they haven't gone to the police.

I would've known by now.

Don't worry about that.

Alright?

Have you told anyone about this?

No.

Good... Listen, do something, okay?

Carry on pretending that Baby is with you.

Acting? Me?

But why?

You want Lata to be a star... Or don't you?

Yes...

I do.

Then do as I tell you.

Stay there.

And don't do anything.

Wait for my call.

Mr. Kakkad?

Hello, where are you?

I've been trying to call you.

What happened?

Why have you been calling me?

We're at the studio.

Lata has got an opportunity to sing at the finale of India Ki Aawaz.

A chance to sing in India Ki Aawaz?

Is it true?

That's why I've been trying to call! Where are you?

Come here, she's nervous.

So am I.

Tell her not to be nervous.

I am...

busy...

I'll be there as soon as I finish work.

Is she nearby? Give the phone to Lata.

I want to wish her good luck.

- Yes mom? - Lata, it's dad calling to wish you luck.

I'm getting my makeup done. Tell him to come here.

Hello?

She's getting her makeup done.

Her star tantrums have started already.

It's alright...

don't disturb her.

She has to sing on stage. It's a live show.

Fanney...

Your Lata will be a star soon.

You were the one who believed in her talent from the beginning.

I thought you were chasing impossible dreams.

But these very dreams will come true today.

You were right, Fanney.

We need to see our dreams, to make them come true.

Fanney...

I love you.

You just said love you and Fanney in one sentence.

What more could I ask for?

Kavita...

I love you very much, my darling.

Enough.

You can sing the rest of it later, okay?

Come quickly.

- Yes. - I'm sending you the address.

You look good.

Let's go.

Come.

We're going live. Do you understand?

Everything will happen live.

Sing from the heart, got it?

Where's your father?

Fanney Khan!

- Where's dad? - He is on his way.

Go there.

You... stay.

Stay here.

Lata, all the best.

In the entertainment industry...

any crap that is packaged well, sells.

Sing well. Don't worry...

I'm here.

Hello and welcome to the grand finale of Voice of India.

This is Pooja Bhamra and we're coming to you live on Hindustan TV.

A lot has happened in the past week.

The special guest of this show, India's superstar, Baby Singh...

The entire nation is praying for her wellbeing.

But, like they say, the show must go on.

Kakkad sir, I have arrived.

Right, sir. Okay.

Tonight's grand finale show is going to be one of the...

biggest shows in the history of television.

Because before the final round tonight...

we will present to you, a special mystery guest.

Now this special mystery guest...

is going to make tonight's grand finale...

the most entertaining...

the most exciting and the most memorable show

that you've ever seen!

Now who is our special mystery guest?

Lata!

Ladies and gentlemen...

we present to you a surprise, a sensation, a...

Sorry, wait a second.

- What? - Friends, there's a major breakthrough...

in the Baby Singh kidnapping case.

Let's find out more from our special correspondent Vinod.

Yes, we are at the very factory...

where Baby Singh was kidnapped and held hostage.

This factory is situated in Bhandup, Bombay.

It has been shut down for 20 days now.

Like you can see, the factory has been sealed.

We don't see any guards or workers here.

There is this taxi parked behind me.

Let's go and see.

License plate number, 2355.

As you can see, the lights inside have just been switched off.

That means the kidnappers are still inside.

The question here is if Baby Singh is alright!

Is she even alive?

- Yes? - Kakkad?

There are news reporters outside.

So?

Baby isn't there.

What's happening?

I don't understand.

I'll go outside and tell them everything.

Are you crazy?

Don't worry. Just follow my instructions.

What do you mean, don't worry?

Fanney, your daughter is about to become a star.

Fanney Khan's daughter, Lata, a star.

What are you worried about?

Nothing will happen to you.

Don't worry, Kakkad's here.

Relax.

And wait for my call.

Okay, bye.

We have a situation here.

As you can see, the police are here.

The police have surrounded the area.

We have just received news...

that we now know the name and identity of the kidnapper.

The kidnapper is Prashant Sharma.

This Prashant Sharma alias Fanney Khan...

a singer in a band from the 90s...

he used to work in this factory.

He's the one who kidnapped Baby Singh...

and demanded a ransom from her manager.

We have with us, the supervisor of this factory, Mr. Gupta...

who knows Prashant Sharma very well.

Mr. Gupta...

He created a ruckus the day the factory shut down.

He threatened to burn down the factory.

Destroy it.

I tried to reason with him.

- Didn't I? - Yes.

But he had lost his mind.

As you heard, Prashant's intentions seem very dangerous.

Welcome back to the grand finale of Voice of India.

As we wait for more updates on this...

let us continue with the show.

Now let us meet the special mystery guest of tonight's grand finale...

live only on Hindustan TV.

We'll be back after the break.

Be back in a minute.

Welcome back to the grand finale of Voice of India.

Let me introduce you to a special, new and unique talent.

Please put your hands together for our special mystery guest...

Junior Baby Singh!

Sorry to interrupt the live presentation.

We have just got an update on the Baby Singh kidnapping case.

Please let Lata sing before I die.

Hello... Kakkad?

Do you want to see Lata sing on stage?

Of course, that's why I am doing all this.

Then go...

open the window...

tell the reporters outside...

if they don't let Junior Baby Singh perform...

then you will shoot the original Baby Singh.

Shoot her?

You just have to say that.

But you know Baby Singh isn't here.

They don't.

Understand this.

Kakkad, what have you got me into?

If you don't do this, Fanney...

your daughter won't become a star...

ever!

Do this for your daughter, for Lata.

What are you doing?

Come on, I said do it.

Baby Singh's life might be in danger.

Listen to me, carefully.

He's saying something, let's go.

If Junior Baby Singh is not allowed to perform in tonight's show...

I will shoot the original Baby Singh.

Don't come closer, please.

Or I will really shoot her!

I want to speak to the...

news reporter.

What are your demands?

That girl...

Junior Baby Singh...

please let her sing.

Are you her fan?

I'm her father.

But she has nothing to do with this.

It's not her fault.

Did you hear that shocking news?

The kidnapper is Junior Baby Singh's father.

Do you want to tell your daughter anything?

Yes, but she's on stage right now.

This is a live show, being telecast on Voice of India.

- Is there a TV inside? - Yes.

Take this, speak to your daughter.

I'll put you on. Go quickly. Your daughter is watching you.

Speak to her. Please... quickly.

Split screen.

Lata...

Dad...

What's all this?

Are you ready to sing?

Why did you do this?

For you.

You sing this song. It's perfect for you.

How do you know?

I wrote it...

especially for you.

For me?

Yes, my dear.

There can only be...

two outcomes of your dreams.

They either get fulfilled or shattered.

As for my dreams...

when you were born...

they changed.

I wished for you what I wanted for myself.

Anyway, forget that.

You just sing this song.

Dad, I'm scared.

Get rid of your fear.

You are the best.

No one can stop you.

Sing well...

from your heart.

And let the world know...

who you are.

Lata...

My daughter.

And music.

This world drives us crazy...

Judging us every minute.

Look beyond our bodies...

And understand what we say.

So much of us...

Remains unseen...

And undiscovered...

By the world.

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I.

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.

The smiles...

Are fake.

False affections...

Offer no solace.

Why do we pretend...

To laugh and cry?

What's stopping us...

From being ourselves?

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I...

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.

Dreams are what...

Keep us alive.

Why worry about...

This fake world?

Always remember...

You are blessed...

You are special.

Always be true...

And your patience will be rewarded.

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I...

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I...

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.

Prashant!

Breaking news!

Baby Singh has just posted a video on social media!

Hi guys, do I look kidnapped to you?

I have been on leave for the past week, on a holiday with my Adhir.

From Kashmir, Baby Singh and her boyfriend Adhir have sent a message for Lata Sharma.

Hey Lata, we heard your song, you're amazing! Truly!

In fact, I want to tell all the young Latas in India to believe in themselves.

Baby has ruined your gameplan, hasn't she?

True talent will shine...

work hard and stride ahead...

success will follow...

no one can stop you, ok?

Lata, big fan!

We both are huge fans!

- I must admire and praise your creator. - Oh God, please no!

Cut! Stop, please!

Oh, I have to admire...

- Bye Lata! - The most sensational story...

in the history of reality television, has come to a glorious end today.

All charges against Prashant Sharma have been dropped.

Lata Sharma's song, 'Tere Jaisa Tu' has hit 50 million views.

My wishes..

Have come true.

Please don't...

Stop the joys.

Let my dreams soar in new skies.

My lucky days are here again.

My lucky days are here again.

This is how Prashant Sharma changed the stories of all Fanney Khans.

Now Fanney Khan is a glorious example, not a joke.

Friends, the next contestant on Taal n Talent is...

Junior Lata Sharma.

This world drives us crazy...

Judging us every minute.

Look beyond our bodies...

And understand what we say.

So much of us...

Remains unseen...

And undiscovered...

By the world.

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I.

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.

The smiles...

Are fake.

False affections...

Offer no solace.

Why do we pretend...

To laugh and cry?

What's stopping us...

From being ourselves?

You are unique...

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I...

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.

Dreams are what...

Keep us alive.

Why worry about...

This fake world?

Always remember...

You are blessed.

You are special.

Always be true...

And your patience will be rewarded.

You are unique.

So am I.

You are unique.

So am I.

Why should anyone...

Be like us?

You are unique.

So am I.