No one knows where she is.
Bring back my Lakshmi, Wasim.
Yes, Saaheb.
-Hi, Angie. -Hi, Danny.
Mom, are we changing homes again?
Yes, baby.
1,000 kilos of cocaine consignment has been seized.
I will attack Poornima Gaikwad.
This tiger can still roar.
I can see that.
Where is Poornima Rao Gaikwad?
I left her in Bangkok.
She doesn't want anyone to find out where she is.
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
Fifteen minutes...
For fucking half an hour,
we kids stood outside in a line staring at each other's faces.
You guys know how pressure builds up in the morning.
I was this 10-year-old kid
and my turd had reached right to the edge.
Finally, I kicked the door open, dragged the old guy out...
-Right! -...and barged in.
That day I realised
what true power is.
Awesome.
Macchli Express?
Get to work.
Junaid, let's go.
Come on, Nadeem.
Good work, boys.
Come on, bro!
Let's go.
Later, the old man came to my house.
Complained to my mom, "See what your boy did."
But my mom wasn't bothered. She said, "He's a boy after all."
Fuck.
Amarjit. Poornima-ji isn't here.
Let's check the CCTV. She couldn't have gone too far.
Okay, sir.
That's Poornima-ji.
Okay, play the lobby, exactly 30 seconds after this.
Okay.
She's here.
Okay, show me the camera from outside near the service exit.
Okay, there she is. Okay.
She comes out. She goes straight.
Thank you.
Poornima-ji.
Why have you come, Wasim?
To take you back home.
What's left at home to go back to?
When Aai passed away, I thought
nothing could be more painful than this.
But I was wrong.
People say there are five stages of grief.
It's not five, it is five hundred!
Let me tell you how pain works.
It starts like a little spark,
and slowly grows into flames.
The flames turn into a raging fire,
followed by complete numbness.
A terrifying hollowness.
That is the scariest stage of all.
I would prefer raging fire any day!
Let me feel something at least.
Anything.
Love.
Hatred.
Anger.
The lashings of a whip.
Anything...
Since that day, whenever I look at Fatima,
I realise that...
at least my daughter is still with me.
But...
your Amit...
At this point, what you are going through…
I know that, even if I wish to, I cannot imagine your pain.
But always remember one thing,
I am here for you.
Hayati Kamboj is here to see you, sir.
Let her in.
Okay, sir.
Amal, lights to normal.
Turning lights to normal.
Pina colada?
Little too early for me, sir.
Actually,
the moment I reach Hawaii, I lose track of time.
Time to start a war.
Amal, play option number one.
The bomb blast in Kashmir last night
has caused a setback to the India-Pakistan peace talks again.
This is very unfortunate because both the leaders...
Pause.
Shivam Dhaliwal.
Heads our morning prime time.
He is not present on any social media platform.
So zero digital footprint.
Obvious.
But according to our research, he has a steady fan following,
which is consistently increasing.
If this champion narrates a bomb blast news
with so much excitement,
then I don't even want to know what he does with other news.
You are right, sir.
He is not the right candidate.
Amal, play option number two.
In light of the recent bomb blasts,
the prime minister of India has decided
not to have any private dialogue with the leader of Pakistan.
We have also learned from our sources--
Pause.
Samyukta Panigrahi.
She has two million followers on social media.
I suspect no one takes her seriously.
Because she is beautiful.
Even today we have a hard time accepting beauty with brains.
Hayati.
This assignment is very special.
And a risky one too.
If we are not successful, there will be repercussions.
Serious and costly ones.
This is exactly why I've been meaning to ask you.
Why are we doing this?
Why risk everything?
Why aren't we playing both sides, like always?
Because I hate these motherfuckers.
Regardless of what their ideology is, I hate them all.
Understood, sir.
Then find me a presenter
who is different from everyone else.
Whether people like him or not,
but they should not change the channel.
I think I know someone like that.
Why doesn't the government do something
to put an end to these drugs?
These drugs are destroying the fabric of our society.
What answer will they give to this grief-stricken mother?
What?
What are you throwing alms at me?
You made me stand there all day long, and now this is what you're paying me?
I want more money. That's all I know.
You've been crying all day. Stop crying now, I am telling you--
I am not crying, I am screaming.
My eyes have sunk in with all the crying I have done.
I don't care. I want more money.
-This is too less. -Wait a second.
Wait a second, ma'am.
Hello.
Yes, yes, ma'am.
One second... one second...
Sir.
Hayati Kamboj ma'am.
She wants to speak to you.
-Who? -Hayati Kamboj ma'am.
Hello.
What's your name?
Meow.
You wanna dance?
Don't leave me...
please.
Listen, brother, add the leg piece.
Yes, I will.
How are you, Rambo?
Ajay Shrivastav.
Smita Desai.
Fauzan Azam.
Listen...
don't work out for too long.
Asshole.
Yes?
Parcel for Mr. Ajay Shrivastav.
Okay. Give me.
One simple rule, sir.
Money first.
-Thank you. -Obrigado.
32B!
What's up, Deven bhai?
Hi, ma'am.
How are you, Danny?
Thanks to JC's blessings, all good, Revati ma'am.
Don't bring the cash like this, Danny.
I keep telling them to put it in an envelope,
but no one listens.
That's it.
Here you go. That's your share.
Thank you.
Never fear when Danny's here, ma'am.
Yeah, yeah.
Bye.
After several months, I was able to sleep well.
Thank you.
Cheers.
Guess I am stuck with you.
I am not going to leave you and go anywhere.
For how long?
As long as you don't go back.
We cannot afford to lose someone like you.
Don't worry, Wasim, I won't commit suicide.
I had many opportunities, but I couldn't do it.
That's actually a relief to know.
Maybe I am very selfish.
I had only one son.
I couldn't end my life even after he died.
We had come here...
five years ago.
Mother and son.
Is that why you came back here?
Yes.
I couldn't find the answers to my questions in Goa.
This was supposed to be a family vacation.
But two days before our flight,
Kaushik had to attend a conference,
and mother and son came here.
We did everything that tourists do.
It was a lot of fun.
He became a fan of Thai food
and of this city, too.
Poornima-ji...
I still can't say his name.
I want to relive each of those moments again.
Revisit all the places we went to.
Every evening, we would sit on this bench and sip coconut water.
It was the happiest time of my life.
Now life seems worthless.
Poornima-ji, can I say something?
Whatever you are doing
or whatever you are saying,
I listen to it
and I try to understand. In fact,
I can even make some sense of it now.
But the last thing that you said,
that you think your life is worthless...
that's wrong.
Totally wrong.
You are completely clueless about how strong you are.
I have tons of evidence to back my word,
but I will tell you only one.
An ordinary housewife
fights her way to the seat of the chief minister
against a ruthless father like Gaikwad.
For that, one needs kick-ass courage.
Such courage that people can only dream of,
but you have it.
Take your time.
Take as long as you want.
Let all the wounds heal.
But please...
don't forget why you embarked on this journey in the first place.
To help people.
To make their lives better.
Poornima-ji.
This is just the beginning.
You are meant for something bigger.
Wow, Wasim, that was a brilliant speech.
You are slowly learning all the tricks to become a politician.
You would be glad to know that I quit politics.
I wore my police uniform again.
What?
Yes.
I've once again found the true purpose of my life.
Hello, dudes and dudettes.
I have reached the gym, but today no workout for me.
Today is a day for a big surprise.
I will speak the truth,
and there is no shame in that.
I've been a bad son to my aai.
So, today I have made a plan to fix everything...
As you can see, there's a huge crowd standing behind me.
You cannot feel the energy of this place if you're not here.
Everyone is cheering for my aai.
Dudes and dudettes, she's the CM of Maharashtra.
And she is my aai, it feels great.
I love you, Aai.
As you can see...
Aai inaugurated the metro...
Aai is walking towards us.
I cannot wait any longer.
Aai! Aai!
Amit.
I want to pray for Amit.
[chanting]
I am ready to go home.
What happened, Saaheb?
Jagya, she is coming back.
I don't know how Wasim convinced her.
But she is coming home.
Lord.
You have fulfilled our wish.
I was extremely worried.
I thought I lost my Lakshmi as well.
I can understand, Saaheb.
Since the day you said she has disappeared,
I couldn't sleep a wink.
Jagya, I am going to sit her down and tell her
that her father is a completely changed man.
She will believe me, won't she, Jagya?
Of course, she will, Saaheb.
The changes in you are quite evident.
First Ashu, then Amit.
Why did all this happen?
I introspected on it a lot.
And realised...
[Sanskrit phrase]
Everything happens for a reason.
Right.
We just need to keep our eyes open.
I do know one thing about you, Saaheb.
You always have the right answer.
Jagya.
The way you stood by me in these three months,
-I will always be-- -Nonsense, Saaheb.
Despite all my mistakes, you forgave me.
That too, twice.
I can never forget that.
From now on, only good things will happen.
Hello, sir. Name, please.
Kasturinath Dhirendranath.
Sir, weren't you on the Aravle video?
Yes...
Sir, you were on the Aravle video?
Yes, yes.
The video was very nice. It was very funny.
One photo, please.
Really?
-Thank you. -Sir, one picture.
Yeah, sure. Thank you.
Yeah, sure. Thank you so much.
Sir, one picture.
Thank you.
Are you ready to watch the unfolding of the truth?
One hundred percent.
Bloody motherfucker.
Why do you invite us if you don't let us speak?
Motherfucker!
-Security. -Fucker...
Katurinath Dhirendranath.
Yes.
You prefer to be called Kas, right?
Yes, ma'am.
-You're from NSD? -Yes, ma'am.
Impressive.
Thank you, ma'am.
Came to Mumbai to become an actor?
Yes, ma'am.
And?
I didn't get a break in the movies--
So you started using your acting skills in your current job?
Yes, ma'am.
I like your signature style.
Repeating everything three times.
Great recall value.
-Thank you, ma'am. -How did you come up with it?
Robert De Niro. Taxi Driver.
The "You talking to me" scene?
Yes, ma'am.
Epic.
Exactly.
Tell me, Kas.
What's your political ideology?
Leftist? Rightist? Centrist?
NOTA.
I mean none of the above.
Honestly speaking, I just go for TRPs.
So no hidden agenda?
No, ma'am. Only success.
Great!
Because where you're headed next needs a single-minded focus.
So, Kas, are you ready for the big league?
What do you mean?
Meaning no more worrying about Sansani 24/7 and its miniscule TRPs.
I am offering you a national prime-time slot.
Samyukta Panigrahi's slot.
On World News Now.
Ma'am, are you talking to me?
I mean... I mean...
It's a big yes.
Welcome to MetaCore, Kas.
Thank you so much, ma'am. Thank you.
Ma'am, I assure you I won't disappoint you.
Just keep watching me.
Mr. Paresh Sharma will be sworn in today
as the country's 12th Prime Minister.
-I... -I, Paresh Sharma.
Swear on God.
Our channel has beautifully covered
the amazing journey of this diffident leader.
This journey began with Sharma-ji's Harit Bharat campaign,
which led to the planting of trees all over the country.
Here comes your wimpy boyfriend.
For the last two months, all he is doing is feeding "beautiful sky" pizzas.
He doesn't have the courage to take the next step.
It's okay, Humera.
I like talking to him.
And anyway, we Sikkimese are very patient.
Well, Lucknowites are not.
I cannot watch the first episode of this daily show again.
Hello, Angie.
Hi, Danny.
Hello, Humera.
Hi.
I was too busy today--
Yes, we know.
You were too busy to watch the "beautiful sky" today.
Move on and take her on a date.
She likes you.
Start with episode two.
Every day it's the same thing over and over again.
Time... Sky...
Dear Angkasa Gurung--
Yes, Danny Carvalho,
I will go on a date with you.
You pick a place.
And now please vacate the line.
Yes.
I'll call you...
₹1,000, petrol.
Suhana, stay in the car.
Mama will be right back.
Okay, Mama.
Ameya.
My Lakshmi is back.
That's unbelievable.
I am so happy for you.
Yes.
I would have been happier
if she would talk to me.
A few months ago, you were out to ruin her.
Have some patience.
I know.
But I can't stop feeling restless.
I have a solution for that.
It's my turn to give you a gift.
Don't worry. The sweets are absolutely fresh.
Yes, and the occasion is right too.
It's not the occasion that you are thinking of.
Then?
It's been 20 years
since the first time you betrayed me.
Despite giving me your word, you didn't leave your wife.
-Vibha-- -Let me speak.
I forgave you
because you chose family over love.
That is respectful.
Despite all that,
I continued loving you.
Three years later,
when Papa's party was winning in Delhi,
you came to talk to him about a coalition.
I convinced him,
and you won Maharashtra.
The very next day you forgot all about me.
When I took over the reins of the party,
you were ruling over Maharashtra.
I needed help,
and I reached out to you.
But what did you do?
Say it, Ameya.
-I said yes and changed my mind, but-- -Right.
Despite that,
when you came to me with Aravle's offer
against your own daughter,
I trusted you.
There can be only two reasons for it.
One, I am stupid.
And second,
I really am stupid.
Vibha, I didn't betray you.
My intentions were pure...
this time.
I still think you are the one behind the bomb blasts.
You think I am a devil
who'd kill his own grandson?
Who knows!
Maybe you wanted to kill your daughter,
but, unfortunately, your grandson died instead.
That's the problem with you, Ameya.
No one knows what your true intentions are.
If you hate me so much,
then why all this?
"Hell hath no rage like love to hatred turned."
"Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
For all those years that you took advantage of my love,
I am only paying you back.
Everything that happened between us in the last three months
was all just drama.
No, no, the sex was real.
The rest was...
Do you know why I chose this day to share this with you?
You were waiting till Paresh Sharma became the prime minister.
Right.
Again.
I had to have complete power at my disposal
so that, I can completely ruin you.
Before I fucked you, literally and figuratively.
Today I give you, Ameya,
what you never had the decency to give me.
Advance notice.