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You take your time.

Keep doing whatever you are doing.

And till then, I will take care of your responsibilities.

Madam is getting married.

It was fixed the day before yesterday, she told me today.

Can I buy one floor in your building?

And the other two as well.

And no need for a month. I'll pay 15 crores within two days.

Why, dude?

You said arranging 15 crores in two days wasn't possible.

How is Jimmy bhaiya interfering with your chances of getting an MP ticket?

Just hold your wife and get some sleep. Go.

Don't worry about it. Go on.

Dad, if the father is strong,

the child

ends up feeling free of responsibility.

But when the father starts to weaken and still pretends to be strong,

how are the children supposed to know it's their turn to step up?

He walked into our house, stepped on the gangster's chest, and walked out.

I know…

you're biding your time to get your revenge and become an MP.

But for that, we need the ticket, Dad.

Today, I witnessed the extent of Jimmy bhaiya's hatred.

He wants to destroy you…

and he will do it.

That's why it's important

that you secure that ticket.

I'll make sure you get it, no matter what.

But in return, you need to tell me everything.

He sent a girl, pretending to be a client,

just to secretly record you.

What was that about?

That mongrel has only two ways to stop me from getting the ticket.

First, damage my reputation so the party pulls away from me.

Over the last two months, it's happened a couple of times.

Women posing as clients have come,

sometimes for commercial deals, sometimes for residential.

And then they'd call and say strange things like,

"Kukreja ji, let's meet at your place this evening."

"Kukreja ji, I'm at a hotel. Shall we meet for dinner?"

Ever since I switched to green tea,

yeah, I've lost some weight,

but I haven't turned into a complete dickhead.

I'm not dumb enough to think every young girl is suddenly interested in me at 55.

And yet… I went to meet one of them at a hotel.

Mr. Kukreja, the office we visited yesterday was really good.

I think we have a deal.

Alright then…

should I leave?

At least take the advance, Kukreja ji.

And while taking the advance…

my face should be clearly visible, right?

Let's go somewhere…

where the face will be clearly visible.

Where's the camera?

What… what camera?

Where is the fucking camera?!

So he failed to trap his mama.

Now that urchin is down to just one option.

He's backing a strong contender for the ticket.

Mahasingh!

He's been working for the party for many years,

so he is quite popular in the constituency.

But he's really short on funds.

I've secured 80 crores in funding for the party.

He's still 45 crores behind.

Right now, I have the upper hand for the ticket.

But by the end of this week,

if that asshole manages

to match my number,

or even if he's five to ten crores short,

it could become a problem.

He might snatch the ticket.

Dad shouldn't become an MP.

If he does, he might get you killed.

For the sake of both

you and him,

I'm offering 15 crores to ensure your candidate gets the ticket.

Full payment in two days, okay?

Done.

I'll wait.

JAN NIRMAAN DAL PUBLIC RELATIONS OFFICE - HARYANA

I've got good news, Mahasingh ji.

In two days, we can add another 15 crores to the party fund.

Thank you so much, Jimmy bhai.

Were you able to arrange anything?

No, bhai.

I managed what I could earlier,

but nothing beyond that.

And…

I don't have wealthy friends like Kukreja.

Mahasingh ji, like they say…

"Show me your friends,

and I'll see who all are waiting to benefit from you."

All you have to say is, how can you help those people?

That's how you make friends.

Uncle…

tell him about your research.

Mahasingh ji, three major projects in your constituency are currently stuck.

One of them belongs to Ellora Real Estate.

They didn't give Kukreja money out of friendship.

They gave it so he wins

and gets them the NOC for their stalled projects.

And of the other two stalled projects,

one belongs to Westedge Real Estate,

and the other to Dabas Real Estate.

We have a contact in Westedge.

A friend of Jimmy bhaiya's acquaintance is the CFO there.

We've already scheduled a meeting for this afternoon.

Mahasingh ji, and we're trying to find a link in Dabas Real Estate too.

Jimmy bhai, I also know the Dabas group.

The owner's name is Dheeraj Dabas.

He's from the same village as my mother.

His father, my mom, and my uncle

share a close bond.

That's amazing, Mahasingh ji.

Can we meet him?

No, Jimmy bhai.

-There's no point in meeting him. -Why?

He's been a hardcore supporter of the opposition for many years.

His elder brother was even an opposition leader once.

Well, then Westedge is our last hope, Mahasingh ji.

This is the only place the remaining 30 crores can come from.

Let's give it our best shot to convince them today.

Alright, I'll check and get back to you.

Jimmy bhai, Toni has transferred half the amount.

He'll bring the rest in cash tonight.

He wants to move in soon.

Should I tell Jatin to give him the keys?

Okay.

Jimmy bhai…

this meeting is our last hope.

Whichever God you believe in…

pray to Him.

Mahasingh ji, you've prayed, right?

I've said my prayers many times.

That's why I'm here.

Alright then, let's go!

-What a shot! -Come on, man!

Chetta!

Hey, Sales Fraud!

God!

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!

Welcome.

Please come.

-Namaste. -Hello. Please sit.

Everyone, please sit.

Excuse me, sir.

-Prashant. -Prashant!

My dashing boy!

Welcome!

Attaboy!

Nina, where's your director?

-His hero is here. -Sir, he was on a call. I'll send him.

You know why you're here, right?

Congratulations!

Oh… meet Prakash, the writer of the film.

Hi.

I've only read the audition scenes so far.

-Okay. -Good writing, bro.

Thank you so much.

Come, sit.

Are you excited?

I am excited, sir.

-But… -But what? Say it.

I'm a bit nervous too.

Why are you nervous?

Sir…

on my way here, my mind kept racing

through everything that could go wrong and keep me from doing this film.

If they pay less,

that's okay.

It won't matter much.

Or…

They've only seen me in a video so far.

What if they don't like how I look in real life?

Or what if, when they see me with the actress,

our heights don't match?

Or…

So basically, you're saying

he got replaced in the film because he couldn't perform on set?

Yeah, his audition was perfect, but he failed to deliver on set.

Or… my father is alone in Delhi. What if there's an emergency?

I'm saying all this because…

these things have happened to me before.

Prashant… I loved your audition.

But Ronak, the director, liked someone else.

Later, it was Prakash's vote that broke the tie.

The point is, we fought hard to make this happen.

So now, whatever it takes, we're signing you.

Well, here's your…

contract.

Go through it carefully.

Tell me, how long have you been in Mumbai?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Hello, everyone. I was on an important call.

Prashant, meet Ronak, the director of the film.

-Hi. -Hi, Prashant. How are you?

Sorry.

So, how long have you been in Mumbai?

-It's been a year, sir. -That's it?

Just one year?

You're really lucky, man!

Sir, 14 years! After 14 years, I'm directing my first film.

How long did you take, Prakash?

-Seven years. -Seven years!

Your first script is finally being made after seven years.

-Yes, sir. -And remember that boy, sir?

The one that got shortlisted with him and tied with him?

He was 18 when he came to Mumbai, now he's 29.

This would've been his first lead role.

And in just one year,

you've signed a film as a lead.

You really are lucky.

No… sorry. Wait a minute.

This isn't the first film you've signed, right?

Someone was telling me, sir. You had signed something earlier as well.

But something went wrong.

Isn't it?

Yeah?

What went wrong, buddy?

Nothing really, sir.

There was some emergency at home.

So, I had to leave the film.

Hey, Prashant.

Let's not begin this project with a lie.

You didn't leave that film.

You were thrown out of the shoot.

And… who told you this?

You asked me to dig up some dirt on him.

He's worked with this casting company,

and the head, Tarun, is a good friend of mine.

He gave me this information. And Prashant himself told him this.

Prashant… is this true?

You think you won't run into Shishir ever again?

No matter the situation,

Mumbai, theatre, weddings, or family gatherings,

you'll always come across a Shishir.

Go ahead, tell Mr. Malhotra.

Yes, sir.

I was thrown out.

-Yes, bro? -Did you sign the contract?

I'm on my way home.

I'll explain when I see you.

Okay, listen, Ashvin's in a bit of trouble.

What happened?

Fucker's really upset.

I'm taking him to Versova beach. Join us there. I'll explain everything.

When will Mr. Pillai arrive?

Come on, Jimmy.

Don't you check someone's picture before meeting them?

Why?

Mr. Pillai.

CFO of Westedge Real Estate.

Just because he's a CFO, you think he'd wear a suit to his friend's farmhouse?

Mr. Pillai…

Hello!

[in Malayalam] Whenever I need to make

an important business decision,

I seek guidance

from a friend of mine.

Rajesh Pillai from Cochin.

He was never wrong in his advice.

Then I understood that

there's a proverb in Kerala.

[in English] In life, for big advices,

if you have to call someone you can trust,

Call God second…

call a Pillai first.

[in Tamil] Listen, brother.

Everything he's saying may sound good on the surface,

but remember what we discussed earlier.

[in Malayalam] Chetta, just remember what I told you.

That's all you have to tell them when they get here.

Okay. I'll handle it.

Also, chetta…

no matter what happens,

don't give that guy Jimmy

a chance to pitch anything.

I've understood everything.

So, what does it matter what he has to say?

Oh, my dear chetta, everything he says is a problem!

When that bastard opens his mouth, he's on a whole different level.

He can sweet-talk you straight into bending over!

That dick will hypnotize you with his words!

We end up saying yes to everything he throws at us.

I've been there.

He kept telling me these things and--

Anyway, forget that. You understand Tamil, right?

-A bit, yeah. -When we want to

speak in secret around them, I'll switch to Tamil.

That bastard knows Malayalam.

[in Tamil] I'm not a fool to buy into the nonsense he's trying to sell me.

[in English] Relax!

Jimmy…

[In Hindi] Shishir has filled me in on everything.

-Now let me tell you what I think. -Mr. Pillai…

let me tell you once again.

You know, sometimes things just get lost in translation.

-Literally. -Oh, no, no.

Why waste Mr. Pillai's and Mahasingh ji's time?

You go ahead, chetta.

Mahasingh ji, our project that's stuck…

-Yes. -we've got a lot of money tied up in it.

So 40, 50, 70, or 80 crores is not very much for us.

If we are sure that the person we are supporting

will become an MP,

and help us later…

Mr. Pillai…

-Mahasingh ji here-- -Hey, hey!

Can't you keep quiet for once?

Why do you keep chiming in?

You, please go ahead.

Look…

if you could arrange 30 to 40 crores into the party fund,

then my ticket is guaranteed.

I've been with the party for years, and I hold considerable respect within it.

The other candidate?

He's driven only by money, nothing else.

-But Mahasingh ji… -Yes.

There's a small snag in supporting you.

Please tell me what it is, Pillai sahab.

Him.

Because this man is a fraud.

He straight-up screwed this poor, honest man.

How much did he rip you off for?

Two and a half crores.

Two and a half crores.

That is why…

I don't want any part of the deal

he's involved in.

Pillai sahab…

Jimmy bhai is a solid man.

He's even put his own money into the party fund for me.

-Oh, his own money? -Absolutely.

Wait and watch him pull out what he put in.

That's his style.

First, like Shah Rukh Khan, he'll spread his arms to hug you.

And the second you step in to hug him,

he'll kick you right in the balls.

And he won't stop there.

When you're already doubled over in pain,

bending like this,

on his way out he will kick your ass as well.

That's the kind of man he is.

Chetta…

[in Tamil] This time, the matter is…

not about money.

The matter is something else.

-Mahasingh ji. -Yes.

[in Hindi] There's another thing that I should tell you.

This ticket is going to the other candidate…

Kukreja.

It's going to Kukreja.

You see, this time we are not supporting you.

If you become an MP,

you will never, ever get our project through.

That is why, Westedge Real Estate

has given 20 crores as party fund today,

in support of Mr. Kukreja.

So, Mahasingh ji…

wow did you like my plot?

This is the same plot he sold me as a scam,

for five times the market price.

-Shall we leave, bro? -Hey, were are you going?

You haven't even seen my batting yet.

Come on, serve them something.

Come on.

What happened?

I can't keep repeating the same thing.

Bhai?

I told you…

the house is cursed.

But when you got the lead role, I thought maybe I was wrong.

Because if it were cursed, how would you get through?

I was going to tell you on the phone what happened with Ashvin today.

But if I did, you wouldn't have come here.

Because…

you didn't want to see Ashvin naked on the beach.

But now, along with Ashvin bhai,

you'll see me running naked on the beach as well!

Ashvin bhai!

Writer-director Ashvin bhai!

What an amazing news, bro!

Meet me soon, man! We will have a party and get drunk!

That's exactly why I called.

I'm throwing a party at home tomorrow. I'll see you there.

I called Prakash as well, but his phone's busy.

Ask him to come as well.

Sure, I'll tell him.

Bro, I'm really happy for you! Okay, I'll see you then.

Alright, bro. See you. Bye.

Hey, Ashvin has sold his fucking film script, man.

-As a writer-director. -Oh, wow!

He called me, but I was on another line. But it's great to know.

He's throwing a house party tomorrow. We're going.

By the way, which script did he manage to sell?

No, I didn't ask.

Oh, alright. We'll ask him tomorrow.

Do your work, man!

Are you going to talk to us, or just play music and stare at the sky?

What's wrong, Jimmy? Say something.

Mama's going to be the next MP, Neetu.

For your future, mine, and Dad's…

I couldn't even arrange 30 to 40 crores.

I suck at being the “Sales God.”

Before I go home today, I'll get this tattoo removed, Uncle.

Jimmy…

if mama becomes an MP, he'll be tied up with politics.

He won't have the time to ruin your future.

She's so naive, Uncle.

Poor thing doesn't have a clue.

Mama isn't doing this for politics, Neetu.

He wants to be an MP just to get back at me.

He wants to get me killed.

Those who were meant to take him out

after he killed me…

they're not coming.

To shoot an MP…

nobody's got the balls for that!

Know what the future looks like, Neetu?

First, these two will go back to jail.

The moment mama becomes an MP, he will reopen their old cases.

My innocent dad…

would be watching Sharma ji's comedy show and enjoying his food.

My lovely Neetu…

would be sitting at home with her mom, shelling peas.

And Grover Uncle will probably…

be somewhere shagging someone.

And somewhere in a bar like this,

enjoying masala peanuts with whiskey, just like this…

someone will…

Poor dad and lovely innocent Neetu.

But even here, you managed to screw things up with Uncle Grover.

Wow!

-I love you, uncle. -Love you too.

Uncle, if I die…

don't let my dad live in India.

Send him somewhere abroad.

Bangladesh, Nepal, wherever.

If he stays here, mama will give my dad hell.

Don't let that happen to my dad.

Brothers!

Come on.

-Where to? -Gotta get this tattoo removed.

Take care.

Kataria!

If you have any problem in college,

-call me. -Okay, bro.

He was my younger brother.

-Is it? -Yeah.

Go sit with your brother. We'll head out in a bit.

No, no, Jimmy bhai, it's fine. Let's go.

He's your younger brother, Kataria.

Go and talk to him.

And… introduce me also.

He's not my blood brother.

He's my brother through brotherhood, Jimmy bhai.

That's how it works in our Jat community.

Blood relation is right at the top.

Then come brotherhood ties, and the rest, come after that.

Jimmy bhai, I also know the Dabas group. The owner's name is Dheeraj Dabas.

He's from the same village as my mother.

Really?

Is this brotherhood so strong?

It is, absolutely.

Tell me something, The Kataria.

If someone from your village is sent to kill me.

He'd just shoot me and leave, right?

And you wouldn't do anything since he's like your own brother?

-Jimmy bhai? -Yes.

Nothing comes above duty.

Alright then. Call him here, slap him hard,

and ask him who sent him to kill me.

I've got my doubts.

Jimmy bhai, they're just young boys.

I'm telling you, no one sent them.

Just do it so I'm convinced.

Alright, bhai.

-Hey, Ajay! -Yes, bhai?

Come here.

Yes, bhai?

Unlock your phone.

And open your call log.

Who is DK? He called you a couple of times before you got here.

Bhai, my friend sitting there…

I'm asking only once, so you better give me an answer.

Who sent you to kill me?

I don't even know who you are.

That's enough, Jimmy. Please don't do this.

What are you doing, Kataria?

-Let go of his hand. -This is wrong, Jimmy bhai.

You're hitting a young boy for no reason.

Let go of my hand, Kataria…

or you can pack your bags for good.

That's okay, bhai.

Where do I even shove this paycheck

when a Jat brother watches another Jat brother die?

Hello! Mahasingh ji!

Can you arrange a meeting with Dabas Real Estate?

I had already told you, Jimmy bhai.

They're strong supporters of the opposition.

They won't agree.

-But they're from your mother's village. -So what?

What difference does it make?

Did you hear that?

Your brother's giving up 2.5 lakh rupees a month for your sake.

Why?

All for the Jat brotherhood.

So… this isn't some nonsense.

It is real.

And it's strong.

Mahasingh ji…

When the world's best salesman, Ali Reda, was analyzed for his success,

the top trait was his sense of brotherhood with customers.

Just get me to that meeting.

When are you heading back home?

For once, things are finally going well in this house.

Why would I go back now, asshole?

I'll sign at least one film here.

Prashant, you're throwing a party for your lead role, right?

Have your friends come over tomorrow too We can have the party together.

Let me check first, Ashvin bhai.

You go ahead with your party tomorrow.

What's wrong, dude?

Did the meeting go well?

Yes, sir. I got thrown out.

Why did they do that?

Acting, sir. His audition was good.

But on set?

Completely lifeless!

And he even showed up drunk on set.

He passed out between the takes.

My God! And how did you find out about all this?

Sir, fourteen years of my life,

seven years of Prakash's, and all your money.

There's a lot invested in this project.

I don't even hire a crew member without a proper background check.

And this man here is our prospective lead actor!

Ronak sir…

I didn't do well on set at all.

But on the first day of the shoot,

when I gave my first shot…

everyone clapped, sir.

Applause… and whistles!

And then…

Yes, Dad?

Prashant… come back home.

What happened?

The doctors say your mom has cancer.

She needs to have surgery. Inform everyone and come back home.

Shall I send the hair and makeup guy?

Are you the one doing the surgery? Why are you coming?

-And your shoot starts today, right? -It hasn't started yet, Mom.

Costume trials are going on.

I'll talk to them.

I'm come home.

What about your costume trial?

Prashant… your dad is here with me.

Your uncle can come if needed.

You finish your work and then come, okay?

You have got such a big opportunity.

People will say you ran away from work!

No!

Do your work carefully and sincerely.

Hello?

Hello?

Prashant?

Are you listening?

Yes, Mom.

Sir, your eyes look really swollen. There's redness too.

-Sheetal, hand me the eye drops. -Sure.

-Did you book your flight? -Dad, I spoke to Mom.

She said I should stay here and finish my shoot for now.

What does your mother know? You should think for yourself too!

There will be numerous tests before the surgery,

and plenty to take care of afterward as well!

Don't you think you should be with your mom

and help your father? Acting is everything for you, huh?

Prashant!

You still haven't slept?

Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I'm going for a walk.

This will help you sleep.

No, bro, I don't want it.

Just keep it in the room. You never know!

Just in case.

-Raman, did you get the printouts? -That's where I'm headed.

Also, what's up with him? He is still up!

The call time is 5:00 a.m., and he's up drinking at 1:00 a.m.?

What's going on?

I'll see you.

Sir, your eyes are completely red.

Didn't you sleep at all?

I did.

I didn't sleep…

but I didn't drink either.

Prashant!

Prashant!

We're ready.

Okay, rolling! And… action!

Action!

Say your lines.

I'm sorry, sir.

I… I need five minutes.

Cut!

No sleep, no food, non-stop anxiety.

But they assumed it was something else.

He's puking.

Fucker stayed up drinking all night! Of course he's puking!

Finally, I met the director…

and told him everything.

I told him that I needed a couple of days.

I needed to go home once.

Next day, I reached home.

Later that night, I got a message saying…

I'd been replaced.

And you say that I'm lucky.

Now you tell me…

how lucky I am!

After that, I worked in Delhi for two years

to support my mother and cover household expenses

I couldn't return to Mumbai.

How lucky I am!

My mom was supposed to see me perform on stage for the first time.

But she passed away on the way.

How lucky I am!

In the last year, I've gone to over 100 auditions.

I haven't landed a single ad yet.

After an entire year, when I finally made it to the final two for this film,

I found out someone else had already been confirmed.

They've been doing his auditions all week to send you his best take.

Tell me…

what kind of luck is this, Ronak sir?

Who told you that the actor is already finalized?

Do you even know who this actor is?

Sir, I'll check with casting.

I'm not sure if I'll get anything, but I'll see what I can find out.

Prashant, do one thing. Read the contract carefully, sign the NDA,

and take the script home with you.

In the meantime, I'll make sure to personally get clarity on

whatever new information has come my way.

If everything's fine, we'll call you.

And if not…

well…

I don't think anything will go wrong.

You've told them the truth, right?

Once they verify it, it'll all be clear.

Bhai…

We'll deal with whatever happens.

Right now,

I'm genuinely happy for you, man!

You know what? You sound like my ex-girlfriend.

Why?

Upon seeing me naked, she would also say,

"I'm really happy."

Hey, give me a puff.

Hey, Ashvin has sold his fucking film script, man!

-As a writer-director. -Oh, wow!

He called me, but I was on another line. But it's great to know.

He's throwing a house party tomorrow. We're going.

By the way, which script did he manage to sell?

No, I didn't ask.

Oh, alright. We'll ask him tomorrow.

Do your work, man!

Uncle ji!

-Are they yours? -Yeah.

And who are you?

I'm Toni bhaiya's gardener.

The roti on the gas might burn. Go be with your mom.

Does Toni know you are cooking here?

Sir, we come from really far.

It's tough to travel daily.

So Toni sir said

that until he moves here, I should stay for a couple of weeks

and set up the plants and pots on all the floors.

That's why…

Don't you have a drink with your meals?

Sometimes, sir.

Grab a bottle from the fourth floor.

And set up some nice plants there as well.

Toni's here.

Whose slippers are outside?

Must be the maid's. She's inside, doing the dishes.

So…

She's the full-time maid we've hired for when we move in.

-I see. -And this is her husband, Rakesh.

We've given them a servant room on the third floor.

I was telling fufaji that…

until we move here,

he can have Anita handle the household work.

If it goes well, she could be retained permanently.

No need for any money.

And Rakesh here is the driver.

He can also help fufaji with errands if needed.

Toni…

getting our dishes done for free,

making Rakesh help dad with errands…

I hope you're not trying to stretch the payment deadline.

Bhaiya, whenever you say…

Yadav ji will bring over the money. It's ready.

It's done, Uncle.

-Thank you, dear. -Okay, fufaji, I'll take your leave.

-See you, sir. -I'll send you her contact details.

Just talk to her, and she'll manage the housework accordingly.

-Okay. -Okay. See you, bhaiya.

Let's go.

-Toni… -Yes?

Let them go.

I'll show you the terrace.

Yeah, sure.

Sit.

Toni, your father must've told you about my candidate.

That I need money to get him elected, right?

Did he also tell you that I slapped him?

Yes.

Toni, I slapped your father.

And yet, you're here helping me.

I just want to understand…

Why?

It was his fault, bhaiya.

He hit your father first.

It wasn't just a hit, Toni.

He had his huge-ass bodyguard sit next to him…

tied his hands behind his back…

That's not the point, man.

The point is…

I was confused whether

you're helping me after hearing my shooting incident.

You should know everything.

And even after knowing everything, if you're still okay helping me,

then that's fine.

By the way…

you also did something wrong.

I mean…

my dad slapped your dad.

So, your dad should've hit him back.

I hope you get that. That would've been fair.

But you… to hit him like that… that was wrong.

I wasn't thinking straight back then, Toni.

I was just really upset that time.

And all I wanted was revenge.

If you think it was wrong, let's sort it out.

Are you still upset about what I did?

That's behind us now.

No.

Life's complicated enough as it is, Toni. I don't want to leave any loose ends.

I'll fix this for you.

Just like you came to fix things for me.

You're upset because it was me, not my dad, who slapped your dad.

Very much!

How do I say this?

If it were anyone else, Toni, I'd have let it go.

But you're different.

Whatever little good times Prince and I had

in this posh neighborhood…

it was all because of you.

But this time, when you showed up,

I totally lost it on you because of your dad.

I lost it on your wife, and you…

True to yourself, Toni, you kept messing around trying to fix everything.

I won't let you remain angry.

Anger eats away at you, Toni.

It destroyed me.

Now, you might freak out.

But just do what I say, okay?

It'll be better in the long run.

Slap me…

as many times as you want…

until all your anger is gone.

Go for it.

What good will that do?

If this is about settling scores,

then I should be slapping your dad instead.

You're right, Toni.

I should've let my dad handle it.

I'm sorry, bhai.

Sorry.