Paya soup again?
Anyway, why not?
Looks yum.
What happened?
Swathi…
isn't it a bit too much?
Taste it first.
Not the soup.
I'm talking about today's plan.
Am I doing anything extra?
-Well, actually, I was also thinking-- -Fuck it. I am overthinking.
My brother is a loser from Shaitan Chowki.
He won't buy it until he sees it.
-Yes, but what if he suspects-- -Suspects what?
But for my company, his Rising Sun would have sunk during the demonetisation.
But babe, you did embezzle--
You used to be a nurse.
Manage the bloody kitchen.
Don't teach me how to run my business.
Okay, sorry.
Have the soup, please.
-What? -Soup.
Prabhu?
Prabhu? What happened?
You okay? I'll give you some water.
-Here. -Motherfucker.
Here, have water.
Why don't you get it checked?
It's only acidity, babe.
It will go away.
Where is the Jolly 20?
It's in the kitchen. Should I get it?
Oh, Lord.
Motherfucker.
So, Prabhu?
Yes, babe?
Did you think about the restaurant?
What restaurant?
My restaurant.
Your restaurant?
What do you mean?
You don't even remember?
-You had said-- -Just kidding, love.
Let me get this project approved, then we will talk about it.
Promise.
No, no, no, please. I don’t want any more empty promises.
Here. Swear on Sandy.
C'mon, Swathi.
I will get you your restaurant once the deal is done.
Let's go. We are running late.
Tell me, how was the soup?
Killer.
Really?
-Amazing. -Thank God.
-Look at it. -Thank God.
-Finished. -Finished.
I'll be out in a minute.
Swathi!
I'm waiting!
Babes?
Sweetu.
Sweetu, motherfucker!
Where the fuck are you?
Right there.
Brother,
you sure you don't want Umesh?
He really knows his shit.
Not my thing.
-Yes, right there, Umesh. -I only get the feels with soft hands.
Gently, gently.
Sister, I look tough, but I have a delicate body.
Okay, that's enough. Thank you.
Thank you.
Sorry, sir.
New girl, sir, still training.
Did I ask you?
Bro, bro.
Be sweet, he's nice.
Nice my ass.
Hey, squinty.
You got lucky with her yet?
I'll go get some oil, sir.
-Brother. -Yes?
I filed the accounts of Last Resort.
Showed a total turnover of 120 crores.
But I asked you to make it 150 crores.
I have a small construction company.
Thirty crores is too big an amount to cook.
So you will teach me now?
Not teaching you, bro. Asking you to invest.
Put big money into my Last Resort.
Holy shit!
What?
Motherfucker, he is your twin.
Don't talk crap.
I swear.
He is your photocopy.
I hope you don't take him home.
Swathi might take him to bed thinking it's you.
What the fuck, brother.
She is my wife, okay? Just shut up.
I'm kidding. And squinty here doesn't understand our language anyway.
Say, Squinty? Understand Hindi?
No, sir.
Well said.
If you had said yes, I would've slit your throat.
He shat his pants.
So what’s going on with college, Appu? You spoke to Arvind?
Aunty, literally every conversation with my dad these days is like,
"Appu, when are you coming to the office? Appu, come to Rising Sun tomorrow."
But fuck all that. If I get admission, he can't stop me from going to France.
France! So romantic, Appu.
-You know what? -What?
You come too.
-Me? -Yes.
We can live together, and you can feed me home-cooked food.
France, no way. You carry on.
Why not? You can open your restaurant there,
right next to my gallery.
Restaurant, gallery…
Smells funky.
-Yeah? Really? -Yes.
-Prabhu also said it's killer. -Yeah.
What you got?
Aunty, you know I can’t cook.
No, but Muthu?
Well, yeah. Muthu got beef curry parotta.
By the way, Kirtima got these interesting looking tart things.
I really wanna try that.
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay. What are his qualifications?
-Studying commerce-- -Hello, brother-in-law.
Soup?
-Send him to my office tomorrow. -Yeah, sure.
Prabhu.
Have one bowl at least.
Acidity, babes.
See? Very bad.
-Hello. -Greetings, madam.
-Soup? -Yes.
So good.
-What is this? -Custard tart.
I know.
My father's recipe.
Kiss your dad's hands for me.
Thanks, but Dad is dead.
Only you
How can I live without you?
Come to me…
Your ringtone, madam?
Sorry?
That is from that '90s movie, right?
Manisha Koirala running towards Arvind Swamy.
Have you seen it, madam?
I'm sorry, who are you?
What is this, madam? Soup?
Soup, yes. Trotter soup. You want?
Two bowls.
Thanks, madam.
Looks very nice.
-Motherfucker. -Nadar, you fuck.
Long time no see, sir. How are you?
What the fuck are you doing here?
-Pinky promise. Okay, bye. -Go.
Won't you tell me?
What?
What you're worried about.
Just that Prabhu has taken Arvind to the resort site.
I'm worried he'll find out.
Prabhakar?
About us?
Not Prabhu, stupid. Arvind.
About the embezzlement.
So…
how much has Prabhakar stolen?
He told me it's a small amount.
But I'm thinking it must be one or two crores.
-How much is the investment-- -Tell me one thing first.
What?
Do you think I’m a good cook?
You kidding?
-You’re the best, Swathi. -Really?
That Prabhakar is an idiot. He doesn’t understand.
If it was up to me, you would have had your restaurant by now.
It’s not so easy, Umesh.
-Why? -It needs money.
And Prabhu is under a lot of pressure. You won’t understand.
Yeah, why would I? I’m just an ignorant fool.
Umesh, I didn't mean it like that.
If your Prabhu is such a big shot, then why are you with me?
Umesh.
Isn't it because we are lookalikes?
Who told you that?
Why? Is he better looking?
-Baby… -No, please! Let it out today.
Let what out?
Do you love me?
-Shit, I’m late. -What happened?
Move, move. One minute…
-Baby. -Yes?
I need some cash.
Have to pay rent.
-But that was last week-- -And my salary hasn’t come in yet.
Oh, okay.
We're going to party in a dump like this?
Don’t talk shit, brother. Just go in.
What a dump.
Who is it?
Welcome to Hotel California Resort!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday! Happy birthday, brother!
Happy birthday!
This month’s fee, ma’am.
Where’s your soup, girl?
What’s causing the stink here?
I’m puking blood because of it.
I’m working, can’t you see?
Listen, you hag.
Got a cucumber?
Don’t have a fresh one?
Get out or I will stuff an eggplant up yours.
It’s been three months since I’ve been teaching you, Manisha Koirala.
Why does your soup still taste like gutter?
It wasn’t so bad this time. I tried a new meat masala--
That’s exactly the problem.
Overenthusiastic rookie spoils the broth.
Sorry, what?
It means I’ve told you a thousand times.
Do exactly what I tell you. But you don’t want to learn.
No, ma'am, I will learn.
Tell me your secret recipe, please.
If you want the secret recipe, then come here everyday
for private lessons.
But private will be expensive.
Wow, my heroine.
Just leave.
-Leave now! -No, no, ma'am.
You know that my husband doesn’t even allow weekly classes.
That’s your problem, princess.
Good things don’t come free.
How are you, hotness?
Hottie.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
-Fuck! -Hey!
Fuck.
-Fuck. -One minute!
Fuck.
-Hey! -Fuck.
Fuck.
-Wait! -Fuck.
-One minute.
Fuck.
-What are you doing? -Fuck.
Fuck.
-Fuck. -Leave it.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck you, man!
Fuck you! Fuck, man!
Fuck!
Shit, my camera.
My camera! Fuck!
Fuck you.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Who owns this hotel?
Hotel?
Resort.
Your resort, so big.
Two hundred hectares of prime real estate.
Twenty kilometers from Mainjur.
Two and a half hours from Madurai Airport.
Right next to the highway.
Both sides, valley view.
Perfect stay for a perfect vacay.
Wow, so sexy.
Guess how much.
How you say, five million.
My SUV is costlier than that.
One hundred million?
-Little more. -Two hundred million.
No, three hundred million.
Four hundred million!
Five hundred?
Million!
Wow!
What the fuck, bro?
Level with me, or I'll beat your ass right in front of these blondes.
Who is that?
It’s me, Umesh.
Rettai, brother!
How you doing?
Got the cash?
Later, bro.
Give me the money, go in.
Come on, think of all the free foot massages I gave you.
Hey, so many knots. You have to visit my parlour.
-I will-- -Hey!
Squinty.
You owe us 60 grand.
That’s why I’m here.
I’ll clear all my dues today, promise.
Hey, wanna play?
-Hey! -Join us.
Stay put.
Brother.
This guy creating trouble?
He'll play but don't want to pay.
Oh, look who we have here. Our man, Pillai.
Hello, Mokkai, bro.
Pillai, long time no see.
Where have you been?
Been around, Othai bro.
Just a bit under the weather.
You’re all right now?
All okay, bro.
Is this any way to ask about his health?
What happened, sweetie?
-Not taking care of yourself? -No, no. I'm very--
-All okay now? -Yes, all okay.
-Heart okay? -Heart okay.
-Pulse okay? -Pulse okay.
-All good? -All good.
-No stress? -No stress.
Pick him up.
Do we look like idiots to you?
Brother.
Listen carefully.
Bring in what you owe us,
or else…
I'll chop your balls. Understood?
-Okay, brother. -Fuck off now.
Here I come
Here I come for you
Hello? Umesh?
-Baby. -Umesh.
I'm busy now, later--
What?
Wow.
Hotel Ca-Lee?
Hotel California, brother.
What’s this?
-This? -Yes.
Waterslide.
-One hundred and ten foot tall. -One hundred and ten?
Tallest in South India.
And this?
Spa. Hammam!
-Eco village. -Correct.
What say?
No.
Look, kiddo.
I'm making a deal with my partners in Chennai.
Our drug business will be fully outsourced.
Me and Rising Sun will live off the commission.
But this is such a good investment--
I told you, your Ponzi schemes don’t work for me.
-Don’t say that, bro-- -What, "bro"?
Who "bro"?
You think your bro is a fool, right?
This party idea was just a ruse. For what?
To sell me your fucking resort?
How many more chances will I give you?
Mobile shop, pickle factory,
and last year, that lottery business.
Every venture you touch, you ruin it.
Look, kiddo, I love you.
But entrepreneurship is beyond you.
Just sell this property and forget about it.
Then I'll set you up with the perfect job at Rising Sun.
Thanks, bro.
But no thanks.
Okay.
Great party you threw.
Superb.
Oh my God.
We should have broken up long ago.
In fact, we shouldn’t even have started it.
I’ve been married for 20 years. I have an 18-year-old son.
It’s all ruined.
Swathi.
Baby.
Run away with me.
What?
Look.
What's done is done.
Now, the issue is that Prabhakar knows about us.
-And soon, Arvind will too. -No!
Oh, God.
Listen, there's no time.
Whatever we do, we have to do it now.
But where will we go?
Baby! Swathi!
There’s a bus at 10:20, Mainjur to Madurai.
If we leave now, we'll get seats.
I suggest, take your jewelry and cash and let's go.
Where is it?
Baby, don't think so much. While there's life, there's hope.
Think. We can make a fresh start.
But my restaurant?
Baby!
The restaurant will happen anyway.
Okay, forget Thailand. Let's go to Pondicherry.
We’ll open a small shack on a small beach.
I’ll massage the foreigners, you feed them soup.
Baby.
Baby, our shack will be a great success.
They'll come from London, Paris and New York
to get a taste of your food.
Deccan cuisine, Swedish massage, unbeatable combo pack.
Reasonable rates, but only for a short while.
Once our restaurant finds its feet,
it will be booked out for months.
We'll change our names.
You be Manisha Koirala.
And I…
Umesh?
Who is it?
I'll check.
Don't move.
Swathi.
Shit, it's Prabhu. Prabhu!
-But he was supposed to come tomorrow. -I know, but he's here!
Hurry up!
Wear your shoes.
I'm dead because of you!
He'll kill me.
Hurry up.
Okay.
Swathi!
I'm coming!
Camera.
-Prabhu. -How long does it take to open the door?
-Sorry. -I've been standing forever.
Sorry.
I had fallen asleep, that's why…
I didn't hear the bell.
Weren't you coming tomorrow?
Brother had to leave.
Okay.
What happened at the party?
What happened?
Where are you going?
Prabhu, the thing is…
-Actually, what happened-- -What?
Should I heat up dinner?
There's soup from this morning.
Where will the dinner go?
So then, how was the party?
What did Arvind say?
Babes, I made so many arrangements.
Spent so much money.
We had just got there.
-Brother had a drink and got a bad tummy. -So sad.
The party was ruined.
Prabhu, wait.
-What did Arvind say about the resort? -Stop pestering me.
What is this?
What do you mean, baby?
What happened here?
Actually, I--
Swathi?
-I-- I-- -What, "I-- I--"?
I touched myself.
What do you mean, "touched"?
I mean, you know…
No, I don't know.
Don’t look at me like that, Prabhu.
You’re never home these days.
What is a girl supposed to do?
How many times?
What?
How many times?
What sort of question is that? I don’t want to discuss it.
Don’t change the topic.
Fuck! You bitch!
Hit me, baby.
You bitch!
Oh, Prabhu!
Prabhu!
Prabhu?
Yes, sweetu?
Who was that guy at the potluck today?
Who?
The one with the cowboy hat.
Nadar.
Private detective.
How do you know him?
I have hired him for a small job.
Don't worry about him.
Okay.
-Prabhu? -Yes.
What did Arvind say?
About the resort?
What’s this?
Nothing, it’s just a piece of cloth.
Why the fuck do you have a burka?
I had told you about a cooking class?
I joined it.
Didn’t I tell you not to go there?
That’s why I went there in a burka.
First, you say you are touching yourself,
and then you say you've joined a cooking class.
I also stole money from your wallet
to pay for the class.
Teacher says I'm making good progress,
so I will need more cash for one-on-one classes.
What?
You're one clever thief.
But no going there anymore.
I don't like it.
-But my teacher is there. -Ask her to teach you at home.
I'll pay for it.
I'll pay.
You’re going to be the owner of a five-star restaurant.
Your training needs to be of that level.
Meaning?
You’ve become a restaurantrueureur.
You're bloody going to run a high class,
classic five-star, fine dining experience in the whole of Mainjur, man.
Arvind said yes?
The way I pitched to him, he was floored.
I think he's a little bit jealous.
He asked me,
"How did you come up with such a great idea?"
Oh, my God! I can't believe it! I'm so happy!
Stop it. Do you want to break the bed?
Sorry.
So much happiness for just a restaurant?
Prabhu, you know right?
I didn’t have anything to call my own before we got married.
-I know -No house, no car, not even family.
Poor family.
Since I was a child, I always had a dream…
that I will fall in love and…
I'll get married and have a big family and…
feed everybody good food.
But I didn't realise how time has passed me by.
These last few years…
I’ve been a little lonely.
I guess I just needed something like this, you know?
Just to keep me going, and just--
Umesh.
You said nothing happens between you two,
then what was that?
Umesh, please, let’s talk later.
I want to talk right now.
You lied to me, betrayed my trust.
Excuse me! I had to do it, okay? To save you.
To save me?
That’s why you were going all, "Oh, Prabhu! Ah, Prabhu!"
Swathi.
Motherfucker.
Fuck.
There’s still time, Swathi. We can still catch the last bus.
Umesh, please leave. I beg you. Let’s talk later.
What’s there to talk about? You love me, I love you, that’s it.
It’s not that simple.
You don’t love me?
No, no. You--
You're very nice and you're lovely.
And I love spending time with you but…
I can’t live with you.
Swathi?
What is this?
Prabhu, wait! I can explain. Prabhu, please!
-Why did you do it? -I'm sorry.
What did you think? That I'll never know?
What did you think? You'll get away?
Motherfucker.
You fucker.
You hit me, motherfucker?
You laid a hand on me?
You motherfucker squinty!
You cross-eyed fuck.
-With my wife, on my bed. -Prabhu, please stop!
You tell me, after all that I did for you,
after I gave you everything,
why did you do this?
You used to clean people's shit.
Fucking bitch.
Umesh.
Sir?