Baby,
-I’ve got some good news-- -Swathi.
Kirtima…
is dead.
What? But--
How is that possible?
Lucas murdered her.
I saw it with my own eyes.
-Where? -At her house.
You went to her house?
Yeah, Kirtima knew everything.
She was here that day.
She just wanted to talk to me.
Wanted to help.
You were stressed out. I didn’t want to bother you.
Why?
-Why? -Because I was scared of you.
You slept with her?
No, I didn’t sleep.
Just took a little nap.
Your husband knows.
Yes, you idiot. He saw you at Kirtima’s house.
Even I saw what he was doing there.
Yeah, yeah, fine. Thank me because I solved both our problems in one stroke.
At least our families are safe now.
Let’s see how long it lasts.
Name of the shop, dear?
-Shop's name? -Diamant de Mainjur.
-Diamant… -De Mainjur.
…de Mainjur.
Come out!
Get out!
You filthy dog.
Prabhu?
Has Mr. Shetty left?
Yes, ma'am, he was just here.
Then suddenly, he ran out the backdoor with a beer bottle in his hand.
She was innocent, you murderer.
Shut up! You shut up!
-Lucas, stop it! -Hey!
Lucas, don't! No, stop!
No.
-No. -I am going to end this drama today.
No, no, no, don’t touch him. I’m warning you.
Or else? What will you do?
I’ll think of something.
Swathi, you're making a big mistake.
Don't trust him.
I trust him. He’s in a lot of stress, okay?
Lucas, please. Please.
Okay. Baby. Baby, are you okay?
-It hurts. -I know.
Baby, it's okay.
-You’re okay, right? -Yes.
Will you be able to drive?
Yeah, dammit.
Your anger is justified.
Lucas didn't handle this issue well.
He’s committed murder.
She was innocent.
Your "innocent" was blackmailing Lucas.
-What? -She wanted money for her silence.
What nonsense.
I'm sure she forgot to mention this
when you were doing Kalaripayattu with her in bed.
We didn’t do any Kalaripayattu.
You hurt me, Umesh.
But I love you.
And I want to give you another chance.
But decide once and for all…
if you’re with me or against me.
"Often the roads we seek
are simply highways inward bound."
"Often the roads we seek
are simply highways inward bound,
shrouded in the fog of--"
Mr. Shetty!
-Cheers. -Cheers.
It's very nice.
Imported, is it?
I usually drink the local stuff.
I’m retiring next week.
Congratulations.
The case is nearly closed too,
so I thought I'll personally come and say…
sorry.
I caused your panic attack too.
What happened is that I…
got too emotional about this case.
That's all I wanted to say.
Sorry once again.
-Mr. Shetty. -Yes.
There was no acid attack, no?
What?
Speak the truth, Mr. Shetty.
You both did it all yourselves, didn’t you?
-What do you-- -What are you trying to cover up?
Look, Inspector--
-We already have the body. -Body?
The one at Suicide Point.
Before your fake acid attack…
Why did you kill Umesh Mahto?
Okay, forget that.
Who came up with the acid idea?
Swathi, right?
What did she say…
that convinced you to burn your own face?
And go through all this pain?
My Thupalli died.
Your own brother died.
And now that poor accountant.
I understand, Mr. Shetty.
It's hard to live with a guilty conscience.
Confess.
All the evidence is here in this file.
Your confession…
will close this case.
Okay.
I need to use the toilet.
It's that way, right?
Thupalli, if only you could have seen me.
Got the fucker by his balls.
I nailed him.
Case closed, bitches.
Mr. Shetty, this is the acid bottle, right?
Sir, what’s all this?
This is the fake suicide of your fake Manisha Koirala.
Come on, Mr. Shetty.
There were injury marks all over her body.
Not just that, check out these TV soap-type love letters.
Could put great poets to shame.
What love letters?
From Swamy, AKA Umesh, to Manisha Koirala, aka Swathi.
Let me read one for you.
"My darling Manisha,
it’s been so long since we met."
"I think of you every moment, every day."
"Your name on my laps--"
Laps?
"On my lips."
I write with my heart for your heart.
We are two bodies but one soul.
I have something to say to you.
Why don't we spread the wings of our love and fly away?
Where the winds of sorrow can never reach us.
You love me?
You'll be Mr. Shetty,
and I, Mrs. Shetty.
-Yes. -Yes.
Very good.
You blackmailed Prabhu?
You are responsible for this mess.
You love me?
He was Prabhu's masseuse, I mean, a servant.
Idiot! Why do I only find morons like you?
What did he say about the resort?
We had nothing to do with his death, right?
Umesh, are you mad? Am I a serial killer?
-Yes. -Yes.
-Arvind is not going to make it. -Dead!
Anyway, I’m just happy that at least one of our problems is solving itself.
Dead!
Kirtima…
is dead.
How's that possible?
You love me?
-You don't love me? -It's not that simple.
Mrs--
-Please don’t come back here. -But--
Or I will complain.
-But what happened? -Leave.
Get lost!
Fuck this.
Prabhu?
Umesh?
Don’t scare me like this.
I’m with you.
You had asked me today, right?
So, this is my answer.
I’m with you.
Forever…
and ever.
Surprise!
Welcome, Hassan!
So good.
So?
-Thirty-four years? -Yes, sir.
And in these 34 years, you've not taken a vacation even one time?
No, sir.
You should travel, Hassan.
Go to Bangkok.
What a sexy place that is.
Sir…
I'll go now, sir.
I'm sorry.
Hey!
What the hell, Hassan?
How can you leave your own farewell party?
No, sir, I have work to do.
What work?
Sir, I just…
met Prabhakar Shetty.
He is 100% guilty.
When he saw Kirtima’s post-mortem pictures,
he became mad, sir.
I told you!
You are not to be seen anywhere near the Shettys' house.
Please let me do my job.
I am fed up of your insubordination.
Asha, come here.
Sir.
You are promoted. Congratulations.
You will now handle this case.
You…
-You are fired. -Fuck you!
Sir, please stop!
-You want to fire me? -Stop it, sir.
You think if you just go blabbering…
people are going to get scared?
You think you can fire me?
I am resigning!
Thank you.
Sir.
Congrats.
Softly the devil whispered
A recipe in my ear
With the serpent’s hood
You should season my broth
Never forget this dark hymn
Softly the devil whispered
Ma'am, how much farther?
Bear in mind
The power of the hood
A pinch of it, a man gets high
A spoonful, it makes him fly
Any more, vultures gather Time to say goodbye
Don’t you forget this secret
Softly the Devil whispered
Look, girl.
Your secret ingredient.
POLICE
-Hello. Shalom. -Hi, ma'am.
"The fireflies."
"Trace back to the beginning."
"Peer."
"Vermilion."
Begum, it was all in the book.
It was all in the book!
Begum,
I'm a bloody comedian.
Dreaming while I'm awake, making up imaginary shit.
Telling myself poetry. That too in English.
Everyone was right.
Even that DSP Uday.
I behaved like a fucking idiot.
Ready?
I think so.
Hurry up!
Get as many soups as possible.
-Hi. -Hey.
Where’s Aunty? I wanna say hi.
Hello! Very, very good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I’m DJ Happy Talwar,
aka DJ Tally,
aka, like my fans call me, Digi-Tally.
-Say hello. -Say hello!
That’s right, people. Now, without wasting much of your time,
I would like to welcome on stage
the face behind Diamant de Mainjur,
the town’s most hot and happening "entrepreteneuryeur",
Swathi Shetty!
Yay, Swathi! Yay!
Thanks.
Thank you, Digi-Tally.
Thank you all.
So, what to say? I’m nervous.
Okay, let me start.
We are Diamant de Mainjur,
which is French for Diamond of Mainjur.
And we serve delicious comfort food
in a setting inspired by Parisian art cafés.
And now, I want to thank the people
whose love and support has helped my life’s dream come true.
And at the top of that list is my beloved niece, Appu.
Appu, if you hadn’t pampered me this much,
I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off.
Thanks, kiddo.
And Arvind, my brother-in-law.
Even though he isn’t with us tonight,
his blessings will always be with us.
My son, Sandy…
who helped me organize this event.
-I love you, Sandy. -Love you, Mom.
And last but not least,
my greatest thanks to my greatest support,
my husband, Prabhakar Shetty.
Prabhu, you’re my soulmate,
my life, and you are my forever partner-in-crime.
I love you, baby.
Okay, enough of this. Time to enjoy the party.
Cheers!
I was wondering where you were.
I wasn't invited.
Mannikam had called.
He's going to war with us?
You came here to tell me that?
-Well, thanks but I better go back in. -No, Appu.
I came here to talk about something else,
something I should have told you earlier
about your mother and me.
Why?
Why now?
Child,
-I am your-- -Uncle.
I don’t need to know.
I just don't want to be angry anymore.
And I miss you.
I need you.
Even I do.
Hello, hello!
How are you?
Madam, this…
-Too good! -Really?
-I'm so happy… -You must tell my wife.
-Yes. -Uma, you ask madam, okay?
-I will. -Too good.
So, how is Inspector Hassan?
-I kicked him out. -Really?
He was a nice fellow, but the drama he did that day…
Which drama? There’ve been so many. I’m confused.
Without asking me, he went and spoke to your husband.
He spoke to Prabhu?
About Kirtima’s suicide.
He went and shared confidential evidence.
Told his useless theories. Total crap.
I apologized to Mr. Shetty.
Play it when I tell you to.
-It will be done, sir. -Okay.
Hello, ma'am.
What the hell?
You scared me.
Come to the kitchen, will you?
Fuck!
"Are you lost?"
I am not lost.
Lost.
Yet, when you reach the end
and find yourself lost…
Are you lost?
And highway.
…turn and take a look over
-trails that are crossed. -I remember.
Remember that--
And remember,
some mysteries we seek without…
are often highways inward bound.
"Bound."
Kiddo?
Hey.
Begum?
Begum!
Come.
Come, sir, come.
Household supplies or pesticides, chocolates for the baby.
-You got a phone? -Nokia, Semen, Motorola.
Not to buy.
-To make a call. -Right.
The network is no good in these parts.
You’re lucky I still have one of these.
Here.
-Hello. -Hello.
It’s me.
Who's "me"?
Hassan.
Sir, what are you doing in Dindigul?
I was driving back on Mainjur highway when my car broke down.
Could you pick me up?
Sir, I am at the station. I've got loads of work.
Come on, Asha.
You have to help me.
You are the only one I can call my friend.
Please.
Hello, Asha madam?
This is Chenetra. Medical examiner, Mainjur Morgue.
Tell me, sir.
I needed to talk to Inspector Hassan. Couldn’t get through.
Hassan sir has retired.
Then who do I give the DNA report to?
Which DNA report?
That Suicide Point case.
What does the report say?
-Negative. -Negative?
Meaning?
The body is not Umesh Mahto's.
What?
Time won't hurry up if you stare at the watch.
Thanks. I’ll take my leave.
They’ll pick me up on the way.
Wait, wait. Hold on a second.
Here you go. Best toddy in all of Mainjur.
Hand brewed by yours truly.
Good stuff.
Move aside.
What’s that?
The best toilet cleaning acid in all of Mainjur.
You want?
Have you seen this lady?
She might have come here two months back to buy acid.
Right.
This lady came here one afternoon
and bought two bottles of this acid.
-Was there anyone with her? -Yes.
Was it him?
More or less similar,
but leaner.
Had long hair and looked like a loser.
I mean, she was way out of his league
given the fact that he was a squinty.
Okay, thanks. Now leave, he’ll be here--
Sure, but don’t forget, a pinch of it to get high,
a spoonful to fly.
But a handful and…
-goodbye. -Swathi?
I’ll…
I’ll check on the goodbye-- the oven.
The whole world is raving about my soup today…
and my own husband hasn't even tasted it yet.
Why not?
He will.
Why wouldn't he?
Wait.
Now have it.
What is it?
Not nice?
What have you put in this?
My secret ingredient.
Give it here.
You knew about Kirtima?
What Lucas and I did?
You wanted to kill Lucas that day.
And then you met Hassan.
You found out about all of it, and you didn’t even ask me a thing?
Tasty.
Give me an answer.
What answer? Give me the soup.
What’re you hiding from me?
Didn’t you feel anything when you heard the truth?
About how I lied to you? Used you?
And you didn't feel hurt?
-Give the soup-- -Fuck the soup.
That day when Hassan told me…
at first, I was angry as hell.
But then, I realized something.
That I had it all wrong.
I used to think that we were the hero and heroine of a romantic film.
What bullshit--
But we turned out to be the villains, Swathi.
Villain?
And Prabhakar and Arvind? They’re all Mahatma Gandhi?
They’re side-villains.
Like some people are painters, some carpenters.
We’re villains.
Kirtima and I are the same?
There's no difference between Prabhu and you?
Of course there is.
He’s dead.
And what about before that?
All those years he cheated on me?
Lied to me? About my restaurant, my soup, my--
Actually, your soup wasn’t any good back then.
Honestly, it was fuck all.
Since I didn’t want to hurt you, I’d gulp it down in one go.
But now?
Baby.
Terrific.
Girl?
Something’s up. Quick.
What happened? I told you not to disturb--
Yeah, I know.
Come and see this first.
I went to see Zubeida and guess what--
Holy shit.
Where the hell is she?
Sir, Uday sir.
Prabhu?
Fuck.
Mrs. Shetty.
Shit.
Sir!
Where’s Umesh Mahto?
Hello!
How beautiful you all look.
Nice.
Very nice.
What the fuck!
I guess you all know who I am?
Arvind Shetty’s brother?
Who?
Last Resort's owner? Who?
Who am I?
Okay, here's a clue.
There are some who call me…
Prabhu. That's what they call me.
But the right answer is that…
I’m none of these today.
I am a woman behind a woman.
I mean, I am a man behind a woman.
-Hey, Swathi. -Sir.
Tonight…
I am only…
Swathi’s husband.
A big clap for my wife.
Where are you, sweetu? Sweetu?
Yeah. I am here.
-Baby! -I am coming.
Hey! Hey, Swathi!
Hassan?
You fucker.
Baby!
Ladies and gents,
my beautiful wife.
How beautiful.
How smart.
And how successful is my wife.
Did you guys know that Swathi was once a nurse?
Surprise!
From elderly patients to little kids,
Swathi was everyone’s favorite.
And I was a fucking loser.
What bullshit is he saying?
This is not the time to argue, sir.
We have to arrest Swathi immediately.
Those were good times.
Together or apart…
we were happy.
But now?
What happened to us, Swathi?
Prabhu.
Sorry, friends, I think he’s had a bit too much to drink.
There’s still time.
There’s a bus from Mainjur to Madurai. If we leave now, we’ll find seats.
You wanna go?
Prabhu.
You've had too much of the soup.
Sorry.
Okay.
Okay, fine.
Only you
I've had enough.
I can’t pretend a minute longer!
Stop! Mainjur Police!
Back off or I'll paint your trousers.
-Please. -Uncle, stop--
I’m not your uncle.
-Dad, don’t-- -Your dad is dead.
-Who’s dead? -This guy.
This guy is dead.
Okay.
Oh, my…
I’m Umesh.
Umesh Mahto.
From Jharsuguda, Jharkhand border.
Swathi and I…
murdered Prabhakar Shetty,
buried his body in the forest,
then burnt half my face with acid and…
made me Prabhakar Shetty.
And the rest of you, fools…
Shocked, are you?
I was too.
I had told her,
"Let’s run away."
But running away wasn't an option for my sweet Manisha Koirala.
What did you think?
That the world will carry on?
That people will forget?
-But I didn’t, Swathi. -Hey!
Mr. Shetty!
Umesh.
I love you, Swathi.
Umesh!
Hey! Back off.
Enough, Swathi.
-Our story is over. -Shut up, moron.
He's right.
Swathi, how many more murders will you commit?
I didn’t murder anyone.
Mom?
Is he telling the truth?
Sandy, no.
No, I mean…
I mean, Prabhu is dead. I’m sorry, but…
But I didn’t kill him.
We were going to run away from Mainjur,
but that night,
seeing Umesh and me together, Prabhu attacked us.
He would’ve killed us, but…
but he had a heart attack.
Attempt to murder.
His skull was fractured.
Self-defense. Only self-defense.
And Arvind? Kirtima?
We all know who killed Arvind.
Right, Appu? And Kirtima…
She slipped on the stairs and broke her neck.
Lucas was there. He saw it.
What about Thupalli?
ASI. My Kiddo.
-He fell on his own. -What?
Yes, I was ready to surrender, but that idiot, he fell.
-Who're you calling "idiot"? -Hey!
-Hassan, she has a gun! -Yeah, let's see her try!
Why are you getting so emotional?
I'm just telling you the truth.
Sandy. Sandy, please believe me.
Whatever happened, just happened.
I didn’t do anything intentionally.
I must have poured the acid on myself too?
Actually, that’s also true.
Potatoes are potatoes. Mash them or fry them.
Enough of this nonsense! I am arresting both of you!
-Yes, please arrest. -Back off!
Swathi,
people are dead.
So how is it my fault?
Did I ask Umesh to do the blackmail?
Or for Nadar to crash into the truck?
You don't understand a thing.
Nobody understands a damn thing!
My whole life, all that I've had to bear,
all that I’ve had to do,
none of you have the stomach for it.
And after all this,
when I wanted to live on my own terms,
people judged me, like I know nothing,
like I am wrong.
But fuck you all.
All of you are wrong.
Swathi.
Swathi, baby.
I'm feeling strange.
I’m with you…
forever…
and ever.
-Careful with the legs. -Legs! Legs!
-Shut the door. Quick, let's move. -Okay.
Hurry up.
Hey, Hassan! Where're you going, man?
Sir, you leave. I’ll go get Swathi. Go!
-Hey! Hey, Hassan. -Sir.
Let him go.
Swathi?
It's not worth it.
What do you think, Inspector?
How did they like…
my soup?
Hey, Swathi!
Quick, hurry up.
Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more.
It is a tale, told by an idiot,
full of sounds and fury,
signifying nothing.