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Go, go, hurry up!
Hey, get out! Come on, get out!
Come on, move it, hurry up! Do you want to sleep here?
Hurry up! Move, move, move!
Hey, back off!
Hey!
-What are you doing? -His bloody blood got into my mouth!
Move!
Come on, load it up!
Go, go!
Go!
All in? Let's get out of here!
Move!
Stop!
Get in, quick!
Values.
That's what we have taught our daughters.
My daddy was an army man.
So I have raised both my daughters in a very disciplined manner.
Eat on time, sleep on time.
Wake up early, do morning prayers, practice yoga,
do breathwork on alternate days,
and come back home by 7:00 p.m. sharp.
And she went to an all-girls school
and an all-girls college.
The less girls talk to boys, the safer they stay.
It keeps them in the pink of health as well.
-Right? -Correct, Mrs Chadda.
-Safety is very important. -Yeah.
Just a couple of months ago,
Veer thrashed two goons in Ahmedabad.
They were harassing a girl.
He dragged them by their collars to the police station.
-Really? -He scraped his knees in the process.
And this, near his eye? He's got this V-shaped scar now.
-Mum. -It's okay. Let them know.
Brave boy.
-V for Veer! -Yes. And V for veter-nitary-an…
-Veneterarian. -No, it's not that.
-Vet… veteni… vetene… -Veteran-nun…
-Veteran? -Vegetarian?
-No. -Valetarian?
Vet.
-Best… vet. -Exactly, yes, vet. Vet.
We asked him to join the family business.
But no means no.
He wanted to become an animal doctor.
Why, Veer, then I'm sure you'll fall in love with our doggie.
Yes.
Peehu, where's our doggie?
He just returned from the salon. He's having some water.
There he is.
Come here, my baby, my brat.
Meet my Tushie.
Mama, his name is Touché, not Tushie.
Tushie means bum.
To me, my baby's name is Tushie.
Mummy's soft-soft Tushie, come to Papa.
Go.
He's feeling shy.
Normally, he always jumps into my lap.
He's so naughty.
What?
This is the first time he's doing this with outsiders.
He has never done this before.
This is the first time. Trust me.
-Only with family members. -Yes.
He does it only with family members.
Looks like their doggie likes you.
-This way, sir. -There they are.
-Hey, Uncle. -Hello, kiddo.
-Greetings, Priest. -Greetings.
You are late, Khushwant.
Sorry, sis.
-How are you, Khushwant? -Absolutely fine.
Sis-in-law, look at you, slim and trim.
Thank you.
So, Veer, do you like my niece?
-Sir? -Yes.
-Why don't you give us the good news? -Of course.
Out of the 36 attributes, 33 are a match.
They are a match made in heaven.
-That's amazing. -Awesome.
But you will have to get them married within two weeks.
Otherwise, the stars will start misaligning for the boy.
Then he won't be able to get married for another two and a half years.
-Two and a half years? -Two weeks?
Everything else is picture-perfect. Right?
Now we need to decide whether
we want them married in two weeks or not.
What do you say, son?
I was just thinking, how about we meet alone tomorrow?
That's exactly what I was thinking too. Definitely.
Oh? Uncle!
How are you doing? Done with all the wedding preparations?
Yep. I just came to collect some goodie bags for Koyal.
I'm in a rush.
-I'll catch you tonight, okay? -Cool.
Later, Veer.
Jalebis, gulab jamuns, ice cream. What else can we add for dessert?
-Mummy! Hello. -Oh, Veer!
-Come, join us. -No, please carry on.
I just came to drop off the goodie bags Koyal asked for.
Kanika! Veer's got the goodie bags.
-Hi, Veer. -Hi.
And listen, are you guys going to the prayer meet tonight?
Yes, Auntie. We'll be there all night, and only back by eight in the morning.
Don't wait up for us.
It's bad luck to see your wife in her wedding dress.
I brought these lilies for Koyal.
Koyal doesn't like lilies at all.
Don't you know?
How would I know?
We don't get to talk much.
Hey! Tushie, no. Tushie, stop.
-No, that's okay. -Tushie, stop.
-That's okay. Let it be. -No. No, Tushie.
-I think he likes lilies. -No, Tushie!
Yes, Peehu? All okay?
Listen, sis, Vinod called.
He said Tushie hasn't pooped in two days.
Please ask your hubby what meds we should give him.
You idiot, it's the first night of my marriage,
and you want me to ask my husband
what should I do if my doggie hasn't pooped in two days?
Hang up now. Idiot.
Tea?
Tea. I love tea.
Good idea. Tea.
No sugar.
-Yes? -Veer Poddar?
Yes, how can I help you?
Where's Charlie?
Charlie who?
Come, walk with me.
-What? -Come on, dude.
Who are you? What…?
This is me asking you politely. Where is Charlie?
I see.
-Uncle Satish put you up to this, right? -Uncle who?
Uncle Satish is a mad prankster.
Come on out, Uncle. I know you're out there.
-I know it's you. -Zip it!
-How can you…? -Zip it!
What are you blabbering?
What did I ask you?
Charlie. Where's Charlie?
I think you got the wrong room.
-Yeah. Yes. -There must be some confusion.
Shove the confusion where the sun doesn't shine, bro.
Language, mister. You shouldn't talk like that in front of a lady.
Show some respect, okay?
-Don't. Don't, dude. -How can you…?
Fine, wait, let me clarify.
-Koyal? -Yes?
-Call the front desk. -Yes, right.
-We'll clear up…where are you…? -Hello?
-Stop! -This is one…
Drop it.
Who are you guys?
-Hey, stop! -What is this nonsense?
-How can you guys…? -Who are they?
Listen--
You don't want her to become a widow on her wedding night, now do you?
But I don't know any Charlie.
Should I help you recall?
Charlie? Where is Charlie?
-What the hell is Charlie? -Hey!
-Where is Charlie? -Come on, dude.
I told you I don't know anyone called Charlie.
Then we're done here.
Happy New Year.
-Move back or I'll shoot. Move back now! -No, don't. It'll go off.
-I said move back now. -Give it here. You'll kill someone.
-I've got this, Koyal. -Move back now.
What the hell are you doing?
-Ah… what are you doing? -Move back or I'll shoot.
-Out! -Okay, chill.
-Out! -Please leave.
-Out! -Leave already, dude.
Out, or I'll shoot again! I'm warning you, I'll shoot again!
How can you just shoot like that?
They could've been hit and killed.
Drop it. Drop it now.
You!
Open the door!
My gun!
Don't panic, let me think.
Open the door!
Wait. Where are you going?
-What? -We have to jump.
What? Who in their right mind jumps from this height?
What are you doing?
Stop!
Open the door.
This guy is nuts.
You! Open the door!
Open the door now!
Koyal?
Who in their right mind jumps from this height?
You. Open the door!
Veer. I'm over here.
I'm fine, I'm safe.
-Come here. -How?
Lift one leg, move it across the railing, and then…
I can't look down.
I suffer from vertigo, Koyal. I can't look down.
Bhide! Come on, Bhide.
-That's it. -I can do it.
Keep your eyes open and closed at the same time.
You shouldn't have made such a hasty decision.
I could have thought of some better idea.
Very good. I've got your hand. You're almost there.
-I'm coming. -Grab this.
-Got it. You've got it. -Yes, I know.
Now, slowly walk towards me. Your foot's already in place.
-I, too, will get there soon. Wait. -Just don't look down.
-No! Don't pull my arm. -This side.
Sorry.
-Try again. Give me your hand. -I'm coming.
-You're almost there. -No helping.
Let's go.
-Bloody hell… -They got away.
Let's bounce.
Don't worry. We've got this.
Get your phone out.
Yeah, let's call the cops.
-Get to the lift. -Lift?
-Do you know where it is? -That way.
I know, genius. But left or right?
-Run, Bhide. -It's them, Veer! Hide.
Stop!
-Go, go, go! -Go!
Shit…
Where did they go?
Are you all right?
-Are you okay? -I'm good.
Clau… claustrophobia.
What?
-Get the car keys ready. -Yeah.
Sorry.
I didn't want to.
What?
I wanted to,
but only if you wanted to.
Shit.
I think I parked it somewhere over there.
-Wait, let me get the door for you. -What?
What are you even doing? Go open your own door.
Buckle up.
-Shall we? -Yes.
Sorry, the handbrake.
This way, Bhide.
Bhide, go that way.
These guys are crazy or what?
-Get out now! -Reverse.
How did he open the door?
-Let go. -Reverse!
-Bhide, get them out! -Veer!
Veer, reverse now! Come on!
Stop the car! You are so dead.
Hit the brakes.
Come on!
Let's go, Bhide!
Can you pick up the pace a bit, please?
How much faster?
I'm already doing 60 in a 40 zone.
Speed limits are for normal situations, and this isn't one.
We've got goons tailing us.
Look! There they are.
-Where are we headed? Call the cops. -Take the next--
Bhide, shoot out the tires.
Let's do it.
Face recognition. Password.
Look at the phone.
You don't need to smile to unlock it.
I told you to pick up the pace.
Hit their damn tires.
Oh, shit!
Step on it, Veer.
How?
-The pedal on the right? -Yeah?
Press it all the way down.
I'm so going to get a ticket for this.
Aim for the tires.
They're closing in on us, Veer.
Shit!
Stop the car. Stop!
Good.
You… but…
Sorry, I saw the red light and just instinctively…
I'm really…
Oh, shit!
Turn it. Turn the car around!
-How? There's way too much traffic. -Just turn it around…
Oh no! Veer!
Fool! Who gave you your driving license? You're driving the wrong way!
Who drives on the wrong side? See, they're stuck now.
-Push your seat back! -What?
-Push your seat back! -What? What are you doing?
Bloody drunkard!
How on earth…?
Stop!
Dang, she can drive.
Easy, Koyal, easy.
Shit, I can't see anything.
Seatbelt.
Koyal.
Out of the way! Move it!
Get out of the way!
Are they still on our tail?
There's a drag race every Saturday night on Palm Beach Road.
No one has been able to beat me in a year and a half.
But your dad said you had a strict curfew. You're not allowed to be out late.
All that was a lie?
Did you tell us you were claustrophobic?
That's not a hobby. It's a serious medical issue.
But you didn't tell us you had a problem, did you now?
You should be thanking me.
If I hadn't lied and sneaked out,
then that traffic signal would've been our last…
He's calling me a liar.
Hello, Mama. It's good you called.
Shut up and tell me where Charlie is.
-Who are you? -You don't need to know my name.
All right? Don't waste your time--
-You got through to Veer? -Yeah.
-Veer. -Mama--
Your friend Pradeep is so funny. He didn't attend the wedding.
But he's forgiven. He cracks us up with his jokes.
Mama, listen, where are you?
We are at Koyal's farmhouse.
-We came here straight from the wedding. -Come back.
They've arranged a poker night.
Auntie, they are calling you. You should go.
Here, talk to Pradeep.
-Hold up, Mama-- -Coming.
Here, talk to him.
Veer, brother.
Enjoying your wedding night?
It's going to be a long night, yeah?
But tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m., show up with Charlie
at Tadpatri Compound, Vitthalwadi.
If you don't, you won't even recognize your folks' or your in-laws' bodies.
Auntie, is it my turn?
-Come on, we are waiting for you. -Place a bet of 200 for me.
Okay.
Hello? Look, listen.
What you are doing is wrong.
You're going to pay for this.
You don't know us.
We know people and not just cops.
We've got connections even with the Home Ministry.
We could go to the Defence Ministry too if needed.
So you…
Listen up, you punk.
I'll tear you a new one if you lay so much as a finger on our parents.
You son of a…
Tadpatri Compound, Vitthalwadi.
8:00 a.m., sharp.
I think we should go to the cops.
What do you think?
Yeah. We ought to go to the cops.
Buckle up, please.
Are you okay?
Yeah. You okay?
Roll down the window!
She didn't mean to curse him out like that, mister.
-Please, let us out. -Of course I meant what I said!
Don't…
I can't breathe. He's going to lock us in.
-Don't lock us in. -I have claustrophobia.
Listen…
You okay?
I'm fine.
-What? -I'm fine.
Okay.
I got to take a leak.
Breathe a little less loudly so I can hear what's going on out there.
So I shouldn't breathe now?
Grab a pack of cigarettes, will you?
Hey! Hey, Bhide! Stop!
Stop! Come on, man!
What the heck!
What are you doing? Get off me.
What am I supposed to be doing? It's these Mumbai roads.
Leave it there.
Mumbai's roads are bad. Mumbai's traffic is bad.
Everyone's always complaining about some crap.
It's the financial capital of our country.
It's not like Ahmedabad's streets are smooth like butter.
-Don't even get me started on that, dude. -Dude?
We're not even married a day and you're calling me "dude"?
So what?
That's the vibe I got from you.
Keep irritating me and I might have to demote you
from "dude" to "doofus" or even "douchebag".
What?!
Phone. My phone.
-What? -Get my phone out.
-Why should I? -Come on, I can't reach it.
It's in my pocket.
Easy. Yeah.
-Answer it. Put it on speaker. -That's what I'm doing, genius.
-Veer Poddar? -Yes, please?
Sanjay Ribeiro. Officer-in-charge, CID.
Is Charlie with you?
Who the hell is Charlie?
We don't know any Charlie.
It must be a case of mistaken identity.
We're being threatened for no reason.
Listen, Mr Veer.
Do you know Mr Khushwant Kapoor?
Yes, we do. He is my uncle, sir.
Do you know where he is?
Yeah, he had to rush to Hyderabad for some urgent business.
He's currently in the ICU.
What? Why?
What happened? Is he okay?
Listen carefully.
On the evening of December 28th,
Shanti Nagar Police Station got a tip
about a cricket bookie transporting 100 million in cash
from Kala Ghoda to Mahalaxmi.
Rather than following the usual protocol,
these dirty cops devised an evil plan.
His bloody blood got into my mouth!
So, this happened right outside
the electronics store belonging to your uncle, Mr Khushwant Kapoor,
and his CCTV caught the whole thing.
Like a good citizen, he put all the proof on a pen drive…
and headed straight to the police station.
But he ended up at the same police station those cops worked at.
So he bolted and dashed into a shopping mall,
probably thinking he'd be safe in the big crowd.
-Hey. -Uncle?
How are you doing? Done with all the wedding preparations?
Yep. I just came to collect some goodie bags for Koyal.
I'm in a rush.
I'll catch you tonight?
-Okay? -Cool.
But eventually, those cops caught him.
They tortured him and got all the details from him.
They thought they'd killed your uncle.
But he managed to survive.
Some good Samaritans took him to the hospital in time.
As soon as we at the CID caught wind of what had gone down,
I made a beeline to see him.
He let me know he hid it in one of the bags
you were carrying in the mall.
Oh, yes! I'd gone to the mall to get the goodie bags.
That's where I bumped into Uncle Khushwant.
-Maybe he snuck it into one of the bags. -Where are those bags right now?
How would I know?
I mean, I gave them away.
Mr Veer, we need to find that pen drive at all costs.
It contains very important evidence.
Okay, but listen,
we got a call from someone
who said he has our parents
and will kill them if we don't get him the pen drive.
-Who is this guy? -Some guy called Pradeep.
-His name was Pradeep. -Yeah.
Don't worry, I'll send a trusted officer to watch your parents.
But listen, don't share this with anyone.
Especially not the police.
They have access to people with connections.
Good luck.
Okay, good luck.
Shit. What have we gotten ourselves into?
Crappy city, crappier roads, and even crappier people.
Hold up.
-One minute. -Open…
You're not going die on me, are you?
I think I found something.
Dude, either breathe or speak. What is it?
You okay?
Go pay the fine over there.
Cool.
Okay, hang on a sec.
So next stop is your house, right?
That's where the goodie bags are.
Goodie bags are meant for gifting, you know.
So who'd you give them to?
I don't remember.
Who gave them away?
I did.
And you don't remember?
-Nope. -What?
All right, then who might? Your mum?
Kanika.
Kanika might know.
What are we doing here?
Kanika works here as a DJ.
-She's a DJ? -Yes.
But doesn't she work at some NGO?
I read it on her Insta bio.
I gifted her double the money for the maid-of-honour ritual she did,
assuming the money would go to her charity.
That's just a front to please her parents.
-In reality, she's a DJ. -Another lie then.
Lying about being a DJ. Lying about drag racing.
You guys love to lie, don't you? Is this some latest fad?
We don't enjoy lying!
We are forced to lie!
Do you know how difficult it is to be a woman here?
You wouldn't survive a day,
Mr I-Am-Claustrophobic.
Before marriage, follow your parents' rules.
After marriage, follow your husband's parents' rules.
Then have babies. If it's a girl child, you try again.
How does it matter?
It's just nine months per child.
Your dreams and aspirations don't count for crap.
As soon you step out of the house, no matter where you go,
men will stare at you like a dog stares at a juicy steak!
And those who don't have the guts to stare
put their hands to use in crowded places.
Broad! Bimbo! Doll! Who do you think we are?
We have to bear all this. Don't look away, look at me!
Even if it's 45 degrees, parents will say,
"Cover yourself up or some slime will come after you."
What do you expect us to do? Just get roasted in the oven?
And the latest trend now. Open your phone and there's nude pics.
Public service announcement:
"Dear men, we girls are not interested in your nude pics."
"So just zip it up!"
They will troll you on social media,
call you a slut, give you rape threats, and say,
"Why did you block me, sister?"
Who misbehaves? Men.
Who does eve-teasing? Men.
Who harasses? Men.
And whose freedom is taken away? Women's.
So no, we don't enjoy lying!
Yes, we lie to our parents,
but that doesn't mean we have loose morals.
We just have one life.
We have the right to live it to the fullest.
Excuse me?
Is he "botheringz" you?
This guy?
Buzz off before I whack you!
Thinks he'll be my saviour. Scram.
"Botheringz you", indeed.
It wasn't only directed at you.
That…
I just ranted out what was in my heart.
I'm sorry.
It's okay, let's go.
Nice costume, guys.
Thank you.
Out of my way.
So sorry.
It's white wine, it won't stain.
Sorry.
You blind or what?
Stupid.
Move it!
Stop dancing.
Excuse me!
Kanika!
Kannu!
Look over here!
Let's go.
Kanika. Kannu.
Handcuffs and all, huh?
What kinky Fifty Shades of Grey shit is this?
Where are the bags, Kannu?
-Which bags? -The goodie bags. Where are they?
-Those bags? -Yep.
You gave them away.
The bachelorette night, remember?
Shots!
Oh, right.
How would you remember anything, Ms Dipso?
There were five bags, right? Where are they?
Five bags?
I don't recall.
Come on, Riddhi. Excuse me.
-Sorry. -Watch out.
God.
Eyes on me, Kannu. Where are they?
Let me think.
I was pretty smashed too.
You didn't let anyone stay sober that night.
My best friend. I can trust her blindly.
I've got a gift for you.
You can keep two bags.
So you have two bags.
-Yeah. -Yeah. Two bags.
Where are your bags?
-At my place. -Your house, right?
Is Auntie home? Are they in the study? Let Auntie know I'm coming for them.
No, Koko, I just recalled,
they're at a friend's place.
Kannu, our lives are in danger.
We are being shot at. We have goons chasing us.
Hang on a sec. What?
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
Just tell me where those bags are.
I told you, at a friend's place.
Who? Riya? Saloni?
No, babe.
-Not them, someone else. -Who else do you even hang out with?
Someone else. A friend of mine.
Who is this new friend?
You are so possessive!
I have other friends, you know. You think that's impossible or what?
-Who is this friend? -Someone.
-Who is this friend? -I'll get your bags.
-Who is this friend, Kannu? -Someone.
-Who is this friend, Kannu? -Arya!
-What's going on? -It was you!
You ruined my life!
-You witch! You bitch! -Koko!
What are you doing? Sorry.
You are so dead! I'm going to kill you!
What're you doing? No!
-I'm going to kill her! How dare she! -I'll get hurt.
Easy, Koyal. Chill, Koyal. Easy.
No.
Koyal, let her go. Please, we can talk this out.
Koyal, I thought you were friends.
Tell me! Bloody bitch! You've ruined everything!
Let her go. I said let her go.
No!
-She will die, Koyal. -Help!
Let her go.
Come out.
Stop it!
Stop it! She will die.
Let's go. Come on.
Koko.
Sorry, babe.
I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you.
After all, we're…
we're best friends.
-Best friends? -Koyal!
Not a word.
Who's Arya?
I heard about the bags being at Arya's place?
After the bachelorette party.
When was this bachelorette party anyway?
Are you guys going to the prayer meet tonight?
Yes, Auntie.
6:00 p.m., sharp.
The prayer meet was the bachelorette party.
Why did you have to lie about that?
You did explain why girls need to lie,
but you could've told me.
What impression do you have of me?
I'm an open-minded guy.
Koyal ma'am, shots for you.
I drink
and I like it.
On the house, ma'am. Happy New Year.
Hello, madam. Where's Charlie?
And they're back.
Madam, first Charlie, then drink.
Keep your hands off her.
First drink,
then Charlie.
You crazy or what?
Crazy chick.
-Are you crazy? -You'll hurt yourself.
Stop. I'll handle it. Don't worry.
Koyal, I'll handle it.
Cool, easy.
Let him go!
I said let him go!
Stop tugging, I'm getting choked here.
You're so done, man.
-Lean right and I'll hit left. -No, I'll get hurt.
Let him go, you jerk.
You son of a gun!
Yo, Protein Shake, what's the holdup?
Hurry up already.
Hello, taxi.
-That's not a taxi. -Then what is that?
Hang on, where're we headed again?
To Arya's.
-Where the bags are? -Yes.
-Taxi! -Taxi.
-We need this. -What?
We need this. Taxi!
Tax…
Wow!
A horseless horse ride.
Attack!
-That way. -Attack!
-Sit down. -It's got no horse.
Settle down.
You wanted a simple, polite, domestic wife, right?
Don't taunt me.
I am a simple guy.
Only a simple girl would stick around.
Anyone else would get bored.
Then don't be boring.
Give me a kiss.
-What? -Come on, give me a kiss.
You have no filter, do you?
And those guys at the club, you smashed bottles on their heads.
I could've taken care of them on my own, you know.
Everyone at Ahimsa Road in Ahmedabad knows I took down two goons at the same time.
Fact check, Veer. You've got no bravery in you.
Your name and your personality are miles apart.
You already gave me a Ted Talk about lying.
Now let's have a Bed Talk, what do you say?
Give me a kiss, brother.
I am not your brother. What are you saying?
-So, you won't give me a kiss? -What?
You won't give me a kiss?
Fine, then give me your shoulder.
-What are you blabbering? Sit straight. -I'm sleepy, let me nap.
I'm…
So, this is the place?
I knew it.
You left that boring, dull, and dense bozo at the altar.
Is that a handcuff?
Where are you going?
-Be careful with that lamp. -What lamp?
That lamp.
How serious was this relationship on a scale of 1-10?
System, turn on the lights.
Koko.
Baby.
Let's talk in the studio.
What are you looking for?
Babe.
I'm not your bloody babe.
Koko.
Listen, I know you know about Kanika, but…
That's good. It's good.
It's for the best.
It was just physical with Kanika.
And the connection we share, it's not physical.
It's metaphysical.
Who made these archaic rules?
"Thou shalt not cheat. Thou shalt be loyal."
Society is forcing them on us.
I didn't cheat on you. It's our society's fault.
What have I taught you?
Break free, baby. Just break free.
It's clearly obvious that all your chakras are blocked.
So, forgive me.
Actually, don't forgive me.
Forgive yourself.
Just spit the anger out.
Koko, you won't…
He's too normal.
You won't be happy with him.
You'll get bored in ten days.
Koko, you and I, we're different.
You inspire me.
It's not here. Let's go.
Koko, baby, just tell him the truth.
Brother, I say this for your own good.
Just move on.
You're just a rebound, man.
You know what "rebound" means?
She married you to spite me.
So, you exist in her life only because of me.
That is your identity.
So, you make some vows, sign some papers, and you become life partners?
So old-fashioned.
Let's go to Paris, baby.
Let's grow old together.
Or die young together.
Koko, you want kids, right?
I am ready.
Koko, I am ready. Babe, I am so ready.
You want to make babies with me?!
Try having babies now.
What was I thinking?
I'm so stupid.
What was I expecting?
Some dreams…
aren't meant to come true.
It is a lesson we learn in due time.
You shouldn't be spending your life fixing your relationships.
The right relationship will come and fix you.
I don't want to be your rebound.
It's not even good for you.
Just give some time to yourself.
Let's find that pen drive and hand it over to the CID.
Then we'll get together. You, me, our families.
And we'll decide the future of our marriage.
Whether we should stay married or get divorced.
What's marriage anyway… except society's rules?
You make some vows, sign some papers, and you become life partners?
So old-fashioned.
Sorry.
Shall we?
Where's Charlie?
Stop with that Charlie crap.
Just ask where the pen drive is.
What the heck, man!
He knows everything.
-Then stop the BS already. -No. Don't.
Where is it?
-Spit it out. -I have no clue.
Bhide, let's just shoot his watermelons off.
-What? My watermelons? -What is "watermelons"?
He'll learn his lesson when he has to stand to take a dump every day.
-What? -Go on shoot them off.
What? Gross.
Anyway, this madam enjoys firing bullets. Shoot her hand off.
She can make a living begging outside the Siddhivinayak temple.
Put the gun away and then watch me smash your watermelons off.
She's something, isn't she?
Come on, let's get this going.
Bhide, stash the gun.
Let them pass.
What's up, guys?
Move on.
Let's go!
Hey, you!
Bhide, they're escaping.
What are you doing, Uncle? The groom's on the horse over there.
-Over there. -Don't waste your cash on this guy.
-Let's dance, bro. -Whatever, man.
Where are you all off to?
Auntie, that uncle is calling you. Did you drop some cash?
Bhide!
Hurry up.
What's up, bro?
Hold up, just wait a sec.
We understand that you have your reason for doing this.
Can you do us a solid and help us out?
Please, pretty please.
We won't tell anyone.
Carry on, bro.
Shit. Come on, let's go.
I think it's them again.
This way. Let's hide there.
Where the hell did they go, man?
Where are you? Where--
In here.
I see.
Where are you off to? Looking for a spot to make out?
You youngsters just have to see an empty building and you start getting frisky.
I was just about to eat dinner with my wife
and you two showed up.
Can't a man enjoy his damn meal in peace? Get out. Get the hell out--
-No. Let me explain. -Get out!
Uncle…
our lives are in danger.
We're being chased by some goons and we got shot at.
For real.
-Please help us. -Please.
You guys eloped and got married?
Uncle should know.
Uncle, it's an inter-caste marriage
and our families want to separate us on our wedding day.
Yes, it's inter-caste.
I'm a Saraswat Brahmin and she's a born-again Christian, so…
He's right.
My wife cooked up some killer chicken. She makes it only once a week.
Enjoy yourselves.
You eat, I'm a vegetarian.
What?!
Why?
I'm an animal doctor.
I can't eat my patients.
Of course.
-Come, sit. -He's a vegetarian.
He'll just have the lentil soup.
Delicious.
Auntie, you're a magician in the kitchen.
Too good.
That's how I got trapped too.
My mum had one of her mean dishes once and we ended up getting married.
So your parents arranged your match too?
I mean like most of the parents in India do.
We are a love match. We eloped today itself.
-Yeah. -Right.
I must admit, son, I didn't know what love meant back then.
We didn't even know each other before we got married.
We got married,
started staying together,
fell in love,
and it kept growing.
Then we fell out of love too.
Yes, but then we fell in love all over again too. Am I not right?
It just happens sometimes.
What did we say in our vows? Remember, what do we say?
What do we say?
-What? -I do.
Right.
I do.
I do. Yes, I do.
I do accept all your flaws and shortcomings.
But Uncle, how is it fair if one keeps making mistakes
and the other keeps forgiving them?
I accept that you don't know how to accept as well.
To be honest, discovering each other's quirks continues forever
in any marriage, whether it's arranged or a love marriage.
That's when it really gets fun.
Open the gate!
Anyone in there?
Hide yourselves.
Go hide, now.
What's the problem?
-Uncle? -Yes?
Have you seen a girl and guy pass through here?
They were all dressed up in wedding gear?
Yeah, right.
-It was an inter-caste wedding? -What?
They went that way.
-That way. -Let's bounce.
That way.
No, no, take your own sweet time. No rush.
I've been running in these fluffy flip-flops for four hours.
How fast can I run?
This skirt isn't made from feathers either.
The designer made sure it was as heavy as concrete.
But I'm still running, right? Let's go.
I think they've left.
Why did we have to climb so damn high?
-What? -I mean…
I have acrophobia. I can't even look down.
What phobia?
Acrophobia.
So tell me one thing.
How did you go paragliding?
I saw your photo on social media.
I was there, yes, but I didn't go gliding.
I just hung back with the bags to keep them from getting stolen.
Can you move away from there, please?
Can you step back from over there?
Are you kidding me?
No. Please step back from over there, you don't get it.
Look, I can't look that side.
Just move away from there and I'll explain everything.
Happy New Year!
-Veer. -Yeah?
-Come here. -No.
-Here, hold my hand. -No.
-You're going to miss it. Hurry up. -I can't.
-Trust me you'll be fine. -I can't…
-Here, take my hand. -Really, I cannot…
Just trust me.
Happy New Year.
Did you know dogs freak out over fireworks?
I'm sure your Tushie gets scared too.
I get why you decided to become a vet.
Animals never judge anyone.
It doesn't matter if you're black, white,
good, bad, rich, or poor.
They just want some love.
And they'll give it back unconditionally.
That's why I find animals to be more humane than humans.
I like you. You're a nice guy.
Come on now, not the "nice guy" tag.
Have you ever had a girlfriend?
Nope.
I've been too scared to ask girls out,
and have even talked myself out of trying
before a beautiful girl had a chance to say no.
I'm not really a party animal, you know?
Yeah, yeah. How much longer do you plan on taunting me with it?
I get the point.
Hang on a sec.
Did anyone at your bachelorette party stay sober enough
to remember who got the goodie bags?
Sunny might know. Yeah, Sunny.
Who's Sunny?
There was just one guy at my bachelorette party.
Do the math.
Waiter.
Right?
They've got to be here, Bhide.
The old man's lying for sure.
Oh, shit.
-What's wrong? -They're here.
Let's go.
Oh shit. Hide.
Check over there.
Come on.
-What the heck? -Let's go!
Oh shit.
What?!
Take that!
Bhide!
Come on, get up.
You good? You okay?
Where are we? Why the hell did you bring me up to the roof?
-No! -Arm yourself.
-No. -Grab something, anything.
I can't even stand out here.
Is that them?
Let's go. There's a lift there.
-Where to? -Let go of that. Get to the lift.
-No sketchy elevator for me. -Don't just sit, move.
I'll die before he gets to kill me.
What are you doing? I'm not getting in there.
-Come on, let's move before they find us. -Hurry up.
-Don't just sit there, come on. -I'll die.
Oh!
We shouldn't have come to the roof.
-Why won't this thing work? Stupid lift! -What are you doing?
You! Hey, you!
I'm done.
I'm done chasing you.
What's going on up there?
What are you doing?
-Well, well. -That lift's busted.
Gotcha lovebirds!
Let's give them a New Year's shout-out.
You! Don't come any closer!
What the?!
Watch out!
Mama!
We made it. Open your eyes.
We're alive.
Let's get downstairs, Bhide.
Run. Go that way.
Godspeed. See you later.
Bye.
Let's head to Sunny's place.
Let's hop on a local train to get there.
-Hey, you! Stop! -Get them!
Are they tracking my phone or what?
Stop!
Out of my way, Auntie! Move it, sis!
Out of my way! Coming through, excuse me!
Let's hustle!
-What are you staring at, geezer? -Get out of my way. Move it!
Check them out, bro.
What?! I'm running in a damn wedding gown and you're after flip-flops?!
Out of my way!
Don't look back, look in front! They have a gun.
It's a public place. They won't do anything.
-Oh shit. No ethics! -Hey, you!
Let's go!
Out of my way! Coming through! Move it, bro!
-Why are you shooting? -Stop, scoundrel!
Hey, you!
-Get out of my way! Coming through! -Bloody scoundrels!
-Out of my way! -Stop! Go this way.
Get out of my way. They're getting down.
Wait!
-Where did they go? -They're still in there. Go!
-Go! -I'm going as fast as I can!
Stop!
Get off!
They got off. Go!
-There they are! -Get in!
-Listen! -Get off!
They're jumping on and off like monkeys. Do they think this is a game or what?
-You're so going to die, man! -Jump out now!
Stop!
Check that side!
Mummy!
Let's catch this train. Get in!
Get in, fast. Come on.
Are they gone?
Shit.
-What's wrong? -What's this?
Are you hurt?
I think it's yours.
Me?
-Oh shit. -Oh my God.
-Sit. -It is me.
Don't touch.
Don't worry. Don't worry, it's nothing.
Looks like a few glass shards are stuck in here.
-My heart's sinking. I think I'm fainting. -I need to clean it. You're fine.
I need to remove these shards or it could result in gangrene.
Worst case, the leg might have to be amputated.
What?! You want to chop off my foot?
I'm a doctor, I can handle this.
Veer, please, you are an animal doctor.
A doggie doctor. Please.
Now let me do this, please.
Veer, please. No, don't touch.
Does anyone have a pair of scissors? Forceps?
-Forceps? Scissors? -A nail cutter or tweezers?
-Excuse me, will these do? -You'll amputate?
Thank you, ma'am. I'll give them back.
-I need a disinfectant. -Don't touch!
-Does anybody have any antiseptic? -Don't touch.
Disinfectant?
Will this work?
Vodka? Yes, it works for me.
-Thank you. -No problem.
-It's for drinking. What are you saying? -This is going to sting a little.
-So just be brave. -No stings, no brave.
-No. -Touch me and I'll whack you.
Sing a song.
Any song that you like.
Not you guys.
-Koyal, sing a song. -Sing a song?
Any song you can think of.
-School? -School songs work as well.
Very nice.
Oh my God!
You know I was thinking,
if I had kicked the bucket today,
I wouldn't have been able to chow down on any Lotus Biscoff Cheesecake again.
-Cheesecake? -1BHK's Lotus Biscoff Cheesecake.
That stuff is heaven.
Heaven!
Sorry, but with all the crazy stunts you pull,
who would've thought you'd be scared of blood?
It's because you said things like "gangrene".
Normally, I'm fearless.
You're the one with issues, dude. Claustrophobia. Acrophobia.
Hydrophobia.
Hydrophobia? Who told you about that?
I've got hydrophobia too, but it's mild.
I knew it!
-You think this is funny? -I knew--
You know, because of these phobias,
I've wasted half of my life not living it up to the fullest.
I couldn't experience new things
or go on adventures or do anything.
Well then, the good news is, you've still got half your life left.
The more you face your fears, the less you'll be scared of them.
I know this.
It's called exposure therapy.
-You know this? -Yeah.
Then do it.
So, how can I help you, Ms Chadda?
Look, I don't have time to explain everything, Sunny.
You remember my bachelorette party?
You remember any goodie bags I gave out to my girls?
Yes, ma'am. You gave me one too.
That's got to be the one.
-We need that bag back. -Yeah.
It's urgent, please.
But ma'am, we have a no-return policy on tips.
You can keep the bag, Sunny.
There's something super important that fell in there and we need it back.
Please. Our lives are in danger, Sunny.
Some goons are after us and they're shooting at us.
Look at this. I am not kidding.
-It's on the other leg. -Oh, sorry.
I'm not kidding, man. Believe me.
Look at how much blood I have lost.
-Please help us, man. -Please.
But that bag is at my place.
How far is it?
-You think you can take us there? -Yeah, please.
It's only a couple of minutes away.
-Come on out already, Sunny! -Sunny!
I'm the only performer tonight.
It's New Year's Eve and we're already running late.
The other male performer didn't show up.
It'll take like, what, 15 minutes to go get the bag?
I'll keep the crowd entertained till you're back.
I've been a host at college parties before.
Yeah, I'll do this.
Please.
Look, Sunny,
I'm your most loyal customer.
You got the contract for all my friends' bachelorette parties.
I got like three single friends left. The choice is yours.
Come on, start the show!
You sure you can handle all this, sir?
I am sure.
The groom has arrived!
Hey, handsome, you took quite some time!
Oh, my naïve lover, where were you hiding?
Good evening, ladies.
Good evening.
-Happy New Year. -Happy New Year!
Or should I say "Happy Ending" to last year?
So, the show will start in ten minutes tops.
Start the goddamn show!
Yes!
There was a girl named Joy, crying,
big tears rolling down her face.
Big fat tears.
But no one could calm her down.
Why? Anyone?
Any answer, guys?
Because everyone thought they were tears of Joy.
Yo, stop yapping and start stripping.
At least take the goddamn jacket off.
It's my niece's bachelorette party.
I'll shut this club down. Let me call my husband.
No, ma'am. Don't worry.
-What are you doing? -I don't think they're getting my jokes.
Do you have some good ones?
You said you could handle the crowd.
-So do it. -I'm trying.
-This club is a rip-off! -It was a mistake coming here!
Quit yapping and dance for them.
You want me to dance? They'll rip my clothes off.
Just unbutton a couple of buttons and give them a peek.
-He'll be back by then. -No.
They're making a ruckus. Please, you have to do something.
Drinks cancelled!
Start the show already!
Listen, this is your exposure therapy.
Don't be scared, just go for it.
Where's Sunny at? Send him out!
When will he start the show?
-Hey, he's back. -He's back.
Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!
-Will you marry me? -Come to me!
-No, it's not in this one either. -I didn't take anything from it, ma'am.
No, it's not about you.
Sunny, bro, one of those ladies got my clothes.
-If you could please… -I already called for them, sir.
So, what's the plan now?
There were five bags, right?
Where are the other two?
Ma'am, you gave one to me and two to your best friend.
And when you were leaving, you told me…
"Sunny, these bags are only for special people, okay?"
-Yes, ma'am. -There was a girl with you, ma'am.
She was wearing glasses.
Plain Jane? Simple girl?
She also kept her eyes covered during my entire act.
Suhana.
Hey, sis. Watch yourself.
You're pretty drunk.
Suhana will know it all.
Okay, thank you.
You were good, you know.
Where did you get this bike from?
Sunny hooked me up with it.
Where's my helmet? I can't ride pillion without it.
Fine, you go find a helmet, I'll go find that damn pen drive.
Don't say that. You know, rules are rules.
But got to give it to you, dude.
Acting all naïve while harbouring a devil inside.
You've got a banging body, man.
Thank you, but tone down the crudeness, please.
I've heard you curse like a sailor for the past three hours.
If we were on TV, it would just be constant bleeps.
All right,
I'll just stop breathing then.
After we get divorced, you can nag me every week
to make sure I'm following "the list", okay?
I'll be happy to do that.
In fact, we should be friends after divorce.
Sorry for disturbing you at this hour.
It's okay, I was up studying for next week's exams.
What brings you two here?
-All okay, I hope. -Yeah, all okay.
Hi, I'm Veer.
I know, I attended your wedding.
-Is it? -Yeah.
I didn't see you.
Because she's invisible.
Yeah, I'm a little anti-social. I'm not one for noisy places or large crowds.
-Same here. -Okay.
You remember my bachelorette party?
Oh yes, but you don't need to apologize for that.
Did she happen to give you any bags that night?
Yes, a goodie bag.
-Yes. -Yes.
You're too good to be true.
Come on, give me a kiss.
-Just one kiss. Pretty please. -Come on, sis, what are you doing?
This is for you and this one is… for me.
-So the last bag is at my place, right? -Right?
Yes, maybe.
-Get the bag. -Please.
-Sure, I'll get it right away. -Thanks.
-Hello? Yes, Mr Sanjay? -Did you find it?
No. We're still on the hunt for that pen drive.
You think this is a joke?
You're taking this too lightly.
Aren't you worried about your parents?
How could you even say that? Do you have any clue what we've gone through?
Where are you right now?
At Suhana's place.
I mean…
What's the address?
Bungalow No. 14--
Bungalow No. 14, Model Town, Powai.
Thank you.
Bungalow No. 14, Model Town, Powai.
We found one bag here.
The other bag's over at Koyal's place. We'll check this first, then head there.
Hello, sir? Mr Sanjay?
Hello? Hello?
Are you a medical student?
Yes.
Nice. Even I'm a doctor.
Oh, really?
A doggie doctor.
That's way harder, sis.
With people, they can tell you where it hurts.
But with animals, you need to feel their pain.
I know. Right.
At least someone gets me.
Thanks, Suhana.
-Which university? -Manipal.
-Is it? -Yeah.
-Me too. -Really?
-Yeah. -Wow!
So, is the Aashirwad Cinema still up and running?
Yeah, thankfully. It's the only good theatre there.
I know.
I miss Dollops' cottage cheese Manchurian.
Come on, Dollops' momos?
Chili ramen.
Oreo cheese balls.
Delicious.
Ice cream fritters.
Chocolate cheese Naan bread.
Yum.
I so miss these things.
Wow!
This sounds like a sex chat between flour and split milk.
You'll know what I mean when I take you there.
The pen drive's not even in this bag. This is so effed up.
-Koyal, language. -Language, sis.
Shall we?
-Yeah, let's go. -Thank you.
Welcome, sis.
-Bye. -Nice meeting you.
Helmet.
Bye.
No. Don't sit here. Go sit on Suhana's lap.
I'll search for the pen drive myself.
Why?
I saw how you were all smiles.
That's actually a thing?
Not a "thing", it's a connection.
What?
You were having a good time, right? You had a sparkle in your eyes.
So cute.
When you find a like-minded buddy in a new city--
A buddy? Okay.
Then, take your buddy and go to 1BHK for cheesecake tomorrow, okay?
Take her on a date, dude.
Really?
Suhana's single?
She's single, beautiful, and cultured.
She doesn't have any bad habits.
She doesn't drink.
I don't think she even lies.
She's perfect for you.
-Should I set you up? -Not right now.
Let's find the pen drive first. You can talk to her later.
It won't look good if I start looking for my next wife
while the ink on our marriage certificate is still wet.
Get this straight, dude.
Forget looking at other girls from now on.
If you even look at a girl's picture's thumbnail on social media,
I'll eff you up.
Go grab the helmet.
What?
Helmet.
Go, get her.
-Let go of me! -Grab her.
Let her go!
-Let me go! -Let her go!
-Stop! -Veer! Get your hands off me.
-Scram, wise guy. -Veer!
Stop!
Be there with the pen drive at Tadpatri Compound, Vitthalwadi.
Be on time or she's toast.
Veer!
You found Charlie yet?
What? Easy, man.
First, you kidnapped my parents.
And now, you've taken my wife.
You can only push a man so far.
What? Are you nuts or something?
Call your guys and tell them to bring my wife back now.
I just started liking her, man.
Call your guys right now!
What guys?
Which guys?
It's just the two of us working this case.
Fine! Nothing's going to stop me from giving the pen drive to the CID now.
Not even your father.
What on earth!
We are the freaking CID.
Really?
If you're the CID, then I'm the Prime Minister of India.
You crooked cops from Shanti Nagar Police Station
stole a hundred million,
hurt the driver, kidnapped our parents--
Stop!
Bhide.
Stop!
Inspector Sachin Bhide.
Inspector Harshwardhan Sathe. Mumbai CID.
CID guys don't look like this.
Then what do they look like?
They dress up in shirts, ties, and coats. What is all this?
-You're a doctor, right? -Yeah, so?
Do you always wear a stethoscope and a lab coat?
But Sanjay Ribeiro said--
That darn Sanjay Ribeiro.
Listen carefully, bro.
Sanjay Ribeiro is in charge of the Shanti Nagar Police Station.
He planned the robbery.
We are the real CID and we're after Sanjay Ribeiro.
Got it?
This Inspector Sanjay Ribeiro…
Every member of his unit, everyone in his whole police station, is corrupt.
We've tried to catch him in two cases before,
but we didn't have enough evidence.
So this time, we put a spy in there.
Sir, Sanjay Ribeiro was behind the robbery.
There's some dude named Khushwant Kapoor, owner of Kapoor Electronics.
But Sanjay Ribeiro got lucky again.
He managed to get to Khushwant Kapoor before us too.
They tortured him and made him spill everything,
then went to his store.
They destroyed the incriminating evidence on his hard drive.
However, that didn't resolve their issue entirely,
as the evidence was still present in one location.
The Charlie pen drive.
But how did you know I had the pen drive?
Are you nuts? Why did you call on this line, man?
Don't call again or we're screwed.
Khushwant Kapoor.
He owns a store called Kapoor Electronics.
He has evidence against us…
Veer Poddar.
What the hell? The line is all messed up.
Poddar is going to Hotel Grand Marina for his wedding night.
-Hotel Grand Marina… -There was disturbance on the line.
But we had to investigate based on what we could hear.
So you're making us run around town
because of some static on the phone line?
Why didn't you tell us you were CID in the hotel room back then?
I told you, we heard your name during the phone tap,
so we figured you were in on it.
How were we to know whether you were connected
to Sanjay Ribeiro or Khushwant Kapoor?
So those goons chasing us, they are Sanjay Ribeiro's crew?
They want the Charlie pen drive too.
You guys don't deserve to be CID.
Those cops are five steps ahead of you.
They've effed you up so bad that soon you'll RIP.
That pen drive has to be in the bag at Koyal's place.
-Which bag? -There's a bag which…
Just come with me, man.
Who is this guy?
Let him go. He works here.
Okay, let's untie him.
Veer, two men came by.
They wrecked Koyal's room,
her parents' room,
and the whole bloody house, in fact.
They were talking about some Charlie.
They were looking for the goodie bag.
-Did they find it? -Yeah, there it is.
But they didn't get what they were looking for,
so they beat me up,
and they've left you a message.
Huh? "Eight o'clock, Tadpatri Compound"?
-Eight o'clock. -Damn it.
We've only got an hour left.
What's the plan now?
Bhide, first things first.
Send a backup team to the farmhouse and secure his family.
And you, bro, have to figure out where Charlie is.
If my uncle put it in one of these goodie bags,
it has to be in one of them.
But it's not even in this one.
What?
Sanjay Ribeiro's going to slip away yet again.
-Tushie, stop. Stop. No. -That's okay. That's okay. Let it be.
I think he likes lilies.
It's the first night of my marriage, and you want me to ask my husband
what should I do if my doggie hasn't pooped in two days?
Hang up now.
I've found Charlie.
-What? -I know where Charlie is.
I brought a bouquet with those goodie bags.
So?
Tushie ate the bouquet.
-So? -Pen drive was in it.
That's why the dog hasn't pooped in two days.
The dog hasn't pooped in two days?
The dog hasn't pooped in two days.
The dog hasn't pooped in two days?
This dog hasn't pooped in two days.
The dog hasn't pooped in two days?
The dog hasn't pooped in two days.
-The dog hasn't pooped in two days. -The dog hasn't pooped in two days.
Veer… what about Koyal?
-Yeah, right. -Right.
-All right, last round. -No, son.
-No, not happening. -No way.
Everyone's already gone, son.
You must be tired too.
-Just go home and sleep. -Yeah.
Auntie, one more for Veer's sake, please.
When Veer and Koyal show up, we'll start again.
The sun's out.
-We're done. -I'm so sleepy.
-Let's go, Dad. -I said one last round!
But…
If I say one last round,
we play one last round.
-Have a seat, Auntie. -Dad.
Don't cry, Peehu.
Just go along with what's being said to you quietly, okay?
I haven't slept a wink last night.
You're nagging is getting on my nerves.
Pradeep Tawde, Mumbai CID.
Let's go.
You're coming with us.
You were right.
Charlie is inside the dog. Look.
I'm a doctor, I know my stuff.
I've given him three laxatives. It'll come out any moment now.
Sir, the farmhouse is clear.
The farmhouse is clear.
We know our job. We know how to handle them.
-Let us handle-- -No!
No Rambo operation.
My wife is there, so I'm going in.
-Please reconsider. We are ready. -I told you, I won't take any risks.
We stick to the plan.
I'll go in first.
Pass me the camera.
It's a camera pen, okay?
It's got a mic and a video camera.
We'll be able to see what's going on in there.
The situation and the number of people.
Yeah, I'll keep you guys updated.
If you want, I'll get you extra evidence too.
Cool. If you feel like you're in danger, say a code word.
-What's the code word? -Anything you want.
"Come to Daddy."
Yeah, say that. It's our lucky charm.
We'll get in there as soon as you say that.
Okay?
Come on, let's get moving now. Anything else?
Can I borrow a pair of size ten shoes?
Take them off.
Come, Tushie. Come.
What's the dog doing here, man?
Well…
I'll explain.
He's here. Let the boss know.
Veer! Ve--
-What? Koyal? -Stop right there!
Hang on a sec.
Why did you bring Tushie along?
Don't worry, I'll tell you everything.
Uncle?
Veer! Look what they did to me.
Who in their right mind hangs people up like that?
Get him down, now.
Don't worry, I'll talk to them.
-Any news about our parents yet? -Get your hands off her.
-I'll tell you everything. -Let's move it!
-Don't worry. Let me go… -Hey, you!
-Did you bring Charlie with you? -Yes, I did.
Then give it to me.
Veer, don't give Charlie to them!
I'll make these suckers rot in prison!
I'm going to personally knock out that guy in the brown jacket.
-Veer, this guy's no CID. He's a fraud! -All okay?
-Someone shut her up. -You shut up!
Get in. Get in now.
Watch it! Be careful with her.
-Chill. -Tell them not to push her.
-Chill. -This is not how you treat a woman.
-No. -Get in. Zip it.
Veer!
Give me a minute, Koyal. Let me talk to him.
Let me explain.
So, Charlie, I mean the pen drive
with all the proof against you for that robbery you did,
I told you that it was in a bag, remember?
The bag also had a bouquet in it.
When I got that bag home, Tushie ripped it and ate the bouquet.
So now the pen drive is in his tummy.
Are you getting me?
What the heck?
You! Lay off the nice guy.
Try and hit me if you've got the guts.
No.
Wait a moment. I'm not kidding.
I knew you wouldn't believe me, so I took a pic.
Here's the dog's ultrasound report.
Trust me, the pen drive is--
You jerk! You pimp! Untie my hands and I'll teach you a lesson!
Don't, dear.
-He'll just mess him up more. -Zip it!
Don't mind her. This is how she talks to everyone.
Don't worry.
Veer, tighten your core!
Your core. You'll be fine.
Where is it?
Did I ask you to interfere?
Come to Daddy.
You were firing your gun all over the town.
-Come to Daddy. -You can't control anything.
No one will touch him.
-No one. -Come to Daddy.
What?
You assholes, I'm going to kill each and every one of you.
Everyone wants to stay in and watch TV.
Couldn't someone stay outside and stand guard?
What did he say?
I have given him three laxatives.
Your Charlie will come out any moment now.
Get the dog here.
Yes, sir.
Somebody hook me up with a blade.
Let's slice the dog up and see if it's in there.
You slimy scumbag!
Lay one finger on Tushie and I'll rip you and feed you to the dog!
Come to Daddy.
Come to…
Get over here, you jerk.
I'll teach you a lesson.
Come to…
So what were you saying again?
What'd you say?
Untie my hands and I'll tell you.
She's fearless.
Shit.
No one interferes.
So what were you saying?
There's your hero.
So, where's the darn pen drive?
I am a very patient guy.
Really?
I've been through a lot last night.
You shouldn't have done that.
He knocked the boss out cold.
Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?
Boys.
Let's go.
Veer, watch your back.
Come to Daddy.
Come on. Get in.
What? Go. Get in.
Come to Daddy.
Trying to escape?
-Come to Daddy. -Just like Bruce Lee.
Come to Daddy.
Come to Daddy already!
You witch. Stop!
Where's the damn dog?
Found you.
Come here, boy, come here. Hey!
You guys are in big trouble today.
Let it go!
He's claustrophobic, bro!
Bad boy. Shoo, go away.
You bloody hippopotamus.
Veer, get out of there. I've got him.
Quit humping my leg. Bad dog.
Veer, punch him.
-Where is he? Let go of me! -Bloody scumbag.
Hit him. Beat the crap out of him.
Hit him. Come on, punch him.
Are you okay?
You mother-f…
You scared me.
-Those CID guys… -What CID guys?
Hands up!
-Stop! -Get up, Veer. Where does it hurt?
-Stop. -Don't move.
-Stay where you are. -Don't move.
You can't die on me, Veer.
What is wrong with you? Get up. Veer.
Clear the place, Patil.
-Get up. -Move it.
Get up, Veer. Veer!
Where does it hurt?
Blood. There is no blood.
Veer.
Veer, are you okay?
-You okay? -I'm okay.
You scared me.
Sorry.
You okay?
Veer, you okay, bro?
Should we beat him too?
No, they're the real CID guys.
-Yeah. -The real CID guys?
"Come to Daddy"?
I'm sorry, bro.
It's a long story.
You gave me a fake jacket.
You made it out alive, didn't you?
Forgive me, sis. For scaring you like that.
I'm sorry, bro.
I shot at you. I hit you with bricks.
I cussed you out. I kicked you.
-I punched you-- -I also hit him with a stick.
Enough said. Thank you. I have to get back to work now.
-You okay, bro? -Yeah.
Very good.
Let's go, scum. You've been leading us on a wild goose chase for too long.
We've got an AC room waiting for you at Tihar Jail.
Let's go. What is it?
Found him, sir. Found him.
Get him.
Move!
I noticed you were quite nice to me back there.
I had a sudden urge to be nice. So…
Well, you can call me "dude" or "doofus", but not "douchebag".
Then don't give me a reason to call you one.
Looks like the Ahimsa Road story was true after all.
I don't lie.
Hello?
Oh my God. Uncle!
-I'm still hanging. -What is this? Very careless of you.
-I've been hanging here since yesterday. -Uncle, we are coming to catch you.
My blood supply has frozen.
This wouldn't have happened in Ahmedabad.
Hold your core tight, Uncle.
What do you think?
Heaven.
This stuff is heaven.
Now I deserve one, don't I?
Did it come out?
Yeah.
Pick it up. It's evidence.
-Why me? -Please, Bhide, it's evidence.