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-Sir, your champagne. -Thank you! Perfect!

-Heavy! -Sir. Big fan, sir.

You gave the other teams a real run for their money in the T20 super league.

Bye.

-The driver's back, boss. -Son of a bitch!

So, you’re calling the big man, or…

Oh, boy…

I am calling Srini. Let him call Rana.

Call it a night, Ma. The TV's not going anywhere.

Let's hear it.

Srini.

Zayed Mirza. Hotel Stanley. Hooker in tow.

-So? -The girl isn't the problem,

but her pimp is.

The manager has seen him before.

Whenever he sends a hooker to a client,

nine months later, she's popping a kid.

Their operation is more successful than an IVF clinic.

Fucking hell.

Get to the hotel. Tell Lara to meet us there.

Okay, boss.

I have a surprise for you.

-Really? -Yeah.

Hello?

At Stanley? Fine, on my way.

Jeez, let me put some clothes on, Srini.

Fucking hell.

Are you ready for your surprise…

Good girl!

Mr. Naidu!

-To what do I-- -Stop fucking her. Now!

Wait, what? How do you--

Save it for later. Just stop fucking her.

I am not fucking her. She's just blowing me.

-Don't worry, bro. -Throw her out, bro.

-Oh! Oh, fuck! -Zayed!

-Oh, shit! Fuck! -Zayed, don't--

Fuck!

Yes, I'm following him.

Excuse me!

Excuse me! You can't take that ice bucket with you.

It's hotel property.

Sorry.

Hey!

Stop!

Shit!

Fucking morons!

-Out! -What the fuck!

You idiot.

Who the fuck are you?

Cycling in Mumbai is safest late at night.

Hey!

The fuck is this?

Your future bastards are in there. Hope you got a bunch of names ready.

Lara.

Phone.

How much did they draft you for this cricket season?

120 million.

Hello, Zayed?

No, no, no!

You want your dick to be your downfall?

Don't do this. Don't do this, please.

No team’s gonna pick you up.

Your wife, your contract, sponsors… Fuck all of it.

-Should we set your kids free? -Sorry! It won't happen again.

-Please. I swear on my mom. -Hello? Baby, are you there?

Hello, Zayed? Can you hear me?

Hey, I'm on my way. Let me call you back.

Boss, the paps are outside.

Service exit. Through the kitchen. Go!

Let’s go, Semenator.

C'mon, out!

I find you even glancing at my guy's junk again,

I'll gouge your eyes out and shove them up your ass. Got it?

But who the fuck are you?

Lookin' like a star, Naga!

Now, don’t keep crying about being innocent and all.

Nobody gives a shit!

Smell that freedom, Naga Naidu!

Nothing's like it was 15 years ago.

Keep your shit together out there.

I fight. Inside, outside…

it doesn't matter.

Rana? When did you come home?

You look so tired.

Yeah, a little.

Your clients don't value your time…

calling at such odd hours.

If only problems ran on a schedule.

I thought you were tired.

I'm never too tired for this.

Mom! Breakfast!

What were we thinking when we had these kids?

Get some rest.

I'll take them to school.

-Mom, breakfast. I'm hungry. -Yeah, yeah. I'm coming!

I want to see them too.

I can rest later.

Be careful, baby. It's fresh off the pan.

Good morning! Hey, buddy.

Dad, the neighbors were being loud again last night.

Do they have parties every night?

I'll have a word with them.

-What's this? -School project. Family tree.

-Nice. -What nice?

It’s sticking photos, not quantum physics.

This is a project they should give to stupid 12-year-olds!

-Hey, I'm 12! -And you're stupid.

Nitya, language!

She really is wasting her talent at that school, Rana.

You know, I saw Bulsara International's Facebook page.

They have actual astronauts visiting the school this week, Rana.

-We spoke about it, didn't we? -Yeah, but can't you ask OB for a favor?

I'm 100% sure that he can get her enrolled at that school.

Dad, just think of it as one of your jobs.

One of my jobs?

-You getting smart with me? -I am smart.

Too smart for my school, as Mom said.

Where did you get this photo from?

Grandpa's photo? Mom found it in an old photo album.

We were told to use recent family photos.

But Grandpa's not here and this is the only photo we have of him.

How come he's never here?

Rohan's grandpa gifted him a PS5. I also want my grandpa.

You want Grandpa or a PS5?

-What is it? -Zayed just called me.

Said you saved his life.

-Did you really? -You know what cricketers are like.

Fame makes them think they're invincible.

Be that as it may, their egos keep us in business.

We got another client for life.

Plus, he’s gold for the coming election campaign.

Well done, Rana!

And listen, your next job is Farzad Soonawala.

-That builder? -Yes, him.

He's producing movies now.

Invested quite a bit in our leading man Prince's film, L.A.C Doklam.

OB, the reporters are here for the interview.

-He needs your help, okay? -Okay, I am on my way.

I'll see you at Prince’s party tonight, then?

-Yeah. -Okay, bye.

Sorry, you were saying?

Why aren't you wearing the sapphire I bought you?

Sapphire?

This ring, OB.

The priest said wearing it will bring you luck

and end all your problems--

All of my problems will end when you quit yapping!

Hey, I gotta go.

You're sure you're not secretly working for the PM or something?

Rana, please, please be back on time.

I'm really looking forward to this party. It's been so long.

Didn't we just go to Ruhani's party?

That was for her daughter's eighth birthday.

At Pizza Shack. In the shadiest neighborhood our city has to offer.

This will be a real party.

And… I've purchased something special.

You'll like it.

-Come on, guys! -What the hell, Ani!

You dumb fu--

You are a dumb fuck.

The root of all our problems, all that commotion within us,

starts in the mind.

Be it cancer or paralysis.

Now, you're thinking,

"Vijayawada Maharaj's ranting again."

So let me ask you this.

When you stub your toe, who tells you it's supposed to hurt?

Your brain.

Your mind.

Your consciousness.

Pray to God.

Close your eyes

and focus on a point in your mind.

One single point.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And feel…

Feel the energy. Feel it.

Feel it!

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam!

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam!

Anant Anandam!

Anant Anandam!

Almighty God!

Bless this child with the strength to walk.

Bless her, Almighty God!

Bless her!

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam!

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam!

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam!

Anant Anandam!

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam.

-Anant Anandam! -Anant Anandam.

Maharaj is meditating. No one's allowed in.

I won't disturb him. I just want to lay this at his feet.

Anant Anandam!

This is my wife's-- I mean, was.

She's worm food now,

but her dying wish was to donate these to Maharaj.

He was there for her until her last breath.

It'll only be two minutes, please.

Anant Anandam, Maharaj.

-Naga? But weren't you-- -Yes, you're absolutely right.

I was still supposed to be in jail, but they let me out on good behavior.

I skipped right on over for your blessings.

These are for you.

They’re Madhu’s.

This is all she had left.

Easy, easy, let me help you.

Tell the kid to get lost!

You won't change, will you?

Your brain's gotten older but that dick's still cheering Team Kids.

What's that? Is it uncomfortable?

Never had one this big in your mouth, have you?

See how it feels forcing your cock down others?

Now you know what it feels like to be at the receiving end.

Get the fuck back!

Or I'll blow his fucking brains out!

My son, Jaffa. All that molesting you did to him, you're gonna fix it.

Or this bullet's going through your head.

Wait, what was it? Brain, mind, consciousness.

I'm gonna cook up some brain kebabs.

It serves two.

You've got 24 hours.

Come back here, you bastard!

-Get him! -Come back!

-There's no way out! -Run, motherfucker! That's right!

It's a dead-end, bitch!

Where d'you think you're going?

We're coming for you!

Stop right there!

You can't run from us!

Hurry up!

Come on! Get him!

Get him!

There's nowhere to run now.

-Idiots! -Is he dead?

Cut!

Release the air.

Hey, you good? That was one hell of a shot, man!

-Thank you, sir. -Superb!

How was the stunt, sir?

Why the fuck did you jump so far to the side?

I've said it a hundred times. Jump straight. Straight!

A little here or there, your skull would have smashed to pieces.

I'd be the one mopping your brains off the floor and putting it into a dumpster.

But my brain is quite intact, sir.

Reset it, boss?

Hold on.

Yeah, Rana?

Tej, Jaffa skipped therapy again.

-How do you know? -Got a call from RC. He's over there.

Fuck. He's drinking again?

I don't know. Can you check?

Sure. I'll go right now.

-Call me when you find him. -Of course.

What’s the count, Jaffa?

That's the first one.

I called for it, haven't even opened it.

He's just been staring at it for an hour.

C'mon. Time to go.

He's not going anywhere. Not until he chugs that.

-No, don't. -Come on, bottoms up.

Imagine it’s pussy.

Listen, thank you for keeping him company.

But my little brother here has been sober two years.

We'll be on our way. You guys enjoy yourselves.

"We'll be on our way. You guys enjoy yourselves."

Asshole.

Don't do it, bro…

Hey, Jaffa…

you can't skip therapy like that.

Dr. Reddy has always been good to you, right?

Sorry.

-I got a call from the ashram today. -What?

From who? Vijayawada Maharaj?

Knock it off, Jaffa.

Why did he call you? What the hell does he want?

They want to pay me.

Like a settlement. For what happened.

How much?

Three hundred grand?

Thirty million.

Get the fuck out of here! Really?

Jaffa, for fuck's sake!

-You thought about it? -Nothing to think about.

I'm not taking it.

It's dirty money from dirty people.

Sleep on it, don't rush it.

That's life-changing money right there.

-You could get back on your feet again. -He raped me, Tej!

That phony-ass preacher!

And now, he's trying to pay me off to lighten his burden.

Fuck that. I am not touching that money. He can stick it up his ass.

-I don't want it. -All right. Calm down.

No, no way I’m taking that fucking money.

It's okay.

You're absolutely right. You do what feels right.

I am with you 100%.

What I can't wrap my head around is…

why call now?

It's been 15 years since we moved from Hyderabad to Mumbai.

Why now?

Hey, jackass, where's my money?

Is money all you hookers fuck for now?

It's been 15 years since I tasted the holy sweetness.

Let me savor it for a minute, damn.

Quit wasting my damn time. Pay up!

This is two grand short.

-Where's the rest, you old fuck? -What two grand?

And who d'you think you’re talking to?

Do you know where I came from? I just shot somebody. Bang!

-What's got your panties in a twist? -I… I just…

I just…

I'm just screwing with you.

-What's this for? Is it your birthday? -Nope.

Just feeling good. I'm heading over to Mumbai to meet my kids.

I haven't seen them in 15 years.

I feel like dancing.

What's that thing on the phone called? The thing that plays videos and songs?

-YouTube? -Yeah, that. Hit it!

This one?

Pure oxygen.

I didn't earn all this money to choke in a fucking smog!

OB said you need some help.

Well, yes. I've heard all about the "help" you provide.

Every time a celebrity has a problem, you're the first person they call.

I like what you did with that cruise drugs case.

Saved everyone's ass.

Fixer for the stars.

Oh, I'm sorry. Would you prefer "consultant"?

You and OB, you guys are like butter and naan.

The best combination.

Someone's ass gets burnt, they call OB.

OB calls you, you put out the fire,

and then that ass belongs to OB.

This is… good politics.

You're a man of few words.

Good. I like it.

So there's this chick, Mandira Sharma. She used to be a child star.

Now, she's neither a child, nor a star.

But far too talented. What a piece, man.

An absolute firecracker in bed.

She gets my engine running. She literally has a map to my dick!

I'll cut to the chase.

I need to know if she’s fucking anybody else.

Okay.

-Okay? That's all you wanna know? -Address.

Jhanvi.

-Yes. -Give him the Juhu villa address.

-Fast. -Yes, sir.

Fast.

Just one thing. Make sure that she doesn't find out.

-Didn't sleep at all? -No. What's going on?

First floor. Free show.

I didn't get any sleep either.

I took Ma to the dentist today.

Her jaw is still not letting up.

They pulled a molar out. No anesthetic.

That’s my ma!

Find out who he is and make sure he never shows his face here again.

Hey, Rana! Where are you going?

Please don't do what I think you're going to do!

Rana!

Rana fucking Naidu!

On my doorstep!

Long, long time. What’s it been? Nine years?

What show was that? Chhote Ustaad. So, eight years.

Oh, my God! I mean…

What brings you here?

You have a stalker.

I've had men jerking off to me since I was 16 years old.

Fleshing my name down their arm, letters written in blood.

I've seen it all. I mean, stalking is boring.

Nothing about men excites me anymore, Rana.

Oh, by the way, Mom got hitched again.

-What? For a third time? -You remember!

Even I lose track with the boyfriends and husbands.

Poor Mom! She has had the worst luck with men.

Sometimes, I think it's genetic.

I have the worst choice in men. The worst taste, believe me.

You'll get somebody. Stay hopeful.

How's your dad doing? I mean…

is he still in jail?

Yeah, still in jail.

It's been over ten years, right?

Fifteen. Another five to go.

Can I get you something to drink?

Not on the job.

So you are on a job.

Obviously not here to hear about my mom's love life

and warn me about my stalkers.

So, what is it?

Fuck! Farzad?

Fucking dick thing to do, man.

You know, he was still married when I first met him.

On me like a rabid dog, just to get a sniff off me.

He even bought this house for me. Unbelievable.

His man boobs are fucking touching Sri Lanka

and he is behaving like a teenager.

Bloody man-child! As if I'm cheating on him!

Are you?

Not yet.

Rana…

I never got a chance to thank you…

for saving me. Do you know how grateful I was?

How grateful I still am?

We can't.

You're right.

Promise me you won't skip therapy again.

-Jaffa? -Yes, I will.

I promise.

Hey! What are you doing here?

-Hey! -We're closed, you need to leave.

What, fuckers? Even I am not allowed?

Dad?

Look at how big you got, Jaffa.

Give your daddy a big one!

Daddy!

What's he doing out and about?

Didn't he have five more years?

Jaffa, call Rana and tell him Dad’s back.

-Maybe you should tell him, Tej. -Me? Why?

You're the eldest.

Fuck, so now it suits you I'm the eldest?

-Fuck that. -Let me help.

Rana will blow a fuse when he finds out.

But he's gonna find out sooner or later.

We'll give it to him straight, like ripping a Band-Aid off.

-So it's "we" now? -"We" as in… "you".

Why're you tripping? Dad's back after 15 years.

What's Rana gonna be mad about?

What's Rana gonna be mad about?

You think he's going to give him a "big one"?

I just hope he isn’t carrying his gun.

But think about the family being whole again. After so long.

He can't be mad at that.

-And if he says shit, let him. -"If he says shit, let him."

Where is Rana anyway?

As you can see…

…it's celebration time here at Mercury!

Prince's fans have gathered to wish him a happy birthday.

Celebrities are pouring in, many are already inside.

Prince Reddy's parties have always been the talk of the town.

Your fans love you.

I can only imagine what a sensation you'll become post L.A.C.

What a movie, Prince. Your range is insane.

Even I was crying in the end.

Do me a favor, Chandni. Shut the fuck up and just do your job.

-You missed a spot. -I'm sorry.

Sorry.

All done.

Let's get this over with.

Nice.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much for being here

and making this day special for me.

Looking across the room at you lovely lot…

I am tearing up again.

Now, enough with the sappy speeches.

Come on, let's get this party started!

Who is she?

She's a client.

-Hi, Rana! -OB!

-How are you? -Hey!

Naina! You look wonderful.

Thank you, OB.

You’re giving these actresses a run for their money.

-Oh, please, OB. -Okay.

How about a comeback film?

C'mon, OB, couldn't find anyone else to butter up?

No! I am being serious now.

Excuse me, guys.

-Tej, I'm a little busy. -Dad's been released early.

What did you say?

They let Dad out of prison early.

How’s that possible? He's got another five!

Tell me about it. But he’s out now.

Who told you?

We've seen him. Jaffa and I.

He's here?

In Mumbai?

We need to talk. Right now.

Who is it? Do you know him?

I've never seen him before.

Why the fuck are we focusing on who he is?

Who gives a shit!

He could be the courier guy, for fuck's sake.

Focus on what's in the package, man!

And this was in the package. Happy birthday to me.

He's back, isn't he?

When the fuck were you going to tell me?

-I just found out. -What does he want?

He wants my autograph on this photograph, OB! What the fuck, man!

He wants revenge!

For what we did to that girl 15 years ago, and then what we did to him!

Fuck!

Sorry, sir. I just came in to put him to bed.

Don't worry about it. I'll take him.

-You can go. -Okay.

Hi.

Hi, Prince Jr. Hi.

You need to fix this Rana, quick.

-I will. -No, that's not enough.

Promise me, swear on me, swear on him.

I don't do that kinda stuff.

Look at his face. Just look at his little face.

Don't cry. Look at his face.

He smells like God. He smells like nec-- Hey!

Potty.

Nanny!

What the fuck is her name? Nanny!

Nanny… Vandana?

Vandana is your wife's name. How drunk are you?

What the fuck, OB? Nanny! Potty!

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Nanny!

We can't erase our past,

but we can hide it, that's for damn sure.

Because if we can't, then we're the ones getting erased.

Look, I…

I don't think I can keep this from Rana anymore.

And when he finds out

there's no telling what he'll do.

Honestly, I'm scared.

Okay, I need to go.

Okay, speak later. Bye.

Hey!

Quite the night, huh?

They let him go.

Who? What are you talking about?

From prison. Naga.

They let my dad out.

Have you seen him?

Tej and Jaffa have.

And what did they say?

You know how Jaffa is, it's always "Daddy, Daddy, play with me."

And Tej's the saint, he thinks his father can still change.

Maybe he can.

-Can't you give him another chance? -A chance?

A chance? To the same guy who was banging hookers in one room,

while his wife, the mother of his children,

was dying from cancer in the next?

Or the guy who forced Tej to agree to that stunt that caused his Parkinson's?

Or maybe the guy who yelled at Jaffa for being stupid enough to get raped?

That's the guy you want me to give a chance to?

He's a fucking snake, Naina. Venom to the teeth.

You give him a chance, and he'll destroy our family.

That's what he does.

Chandni…

I'm sorry about before. I was too aggressive.

That's okay.

I want it.

Say it again.

-I want you. -Say it again.

You want me?

Fuck, yes.

Stop fucking shaving your chest!

Be the way you are.

Yeah.

It's your lucky day.

You get to be on top.

OB, what are you doing? Oh, my God!

I was looking for the bathroom. Couldn't find it.

You couldn't find it? Why must you drink so much?

-Come on, let's go home. -So embarrassing.

Zip.

Careful.

What the fuck are you doing?

I wanted to talk to you.

Was that your wife out there?

She's pretty.

I like her.

But not as pretty as me.

Stop it.

If you really wanted me to stop, you'd be out the door by now.

I know you too well.

-Hey. -Hey.

-You okay? -Yeah.

A client, huh?

-Naina, you've got it all wrong-- -Got what wrong, Rana?

You're fucking her, aren't you?

No. Ten years ago I bailed her out.

Her stepdad took everything and bolted, and I helped her out.

I just bumped into her today.

Bump and hump. Love that routine.

So she went to the washroom to thank you?

That's not fair, Naina.

Women like Mandira confuse gratitude with attraction.

Next thing you know--

Of course, you're servicing that gratitude.

I would know. Because I was as confused as her back then.

That's how we started.

-Don't bother coming home tonight. -Naina.

Jail's like a supermarket with asses for shelves.

Whatever you want, you can find buried in the ass of a hustler.

It's great.

You want the Qutub Minar, some guy's got it clenched and ready for delivery.

Jaffa, get in here.

Look what Daddy got for his kids.

No, Dad, Jaffa's not allowed to drink.

Your dad's back after 15 years. 15 years!

It's not like I went fishing over the weekend.

I am not going to sit here and drink rose sherbet now.

Get with the program, man.

Ignore him.

Drink up.

I don't drink, Daddy.

What're you… a sissy now?

Want some lemon soda instead? Why don't you drink?

Cause he's a recovering alcoholic, motherfucker.

Rana, my boy.

My eyes have been burning to see you.

Why? Did someone try to pour acid on them in jail?

I would've returned the favor if they did.

You shouldn't have come here, Naga.