-Hey. -Hey.
Come here.
Maybe I underestimated this one.
I never really gave him a chance.
Maybe now's the right time.
Maybe not.
I guess that's a clear no.
Okay. This isn't humiliating at all.
You want some coffee or something?
No. I have a lot to do, I should get going.
Of course.
I'll check for flight tickets to Goa.
-Late afternoon flights. -No, I'm not going to the funeral.
Why?
The wedding is in a couple of days, and lots of work is pending.
Yeah, but I'm sure you can take a day off.
I don't want to take a day off.
Don't you have work or something?
Yeah, I've tons of things to do.
So you should get going.
Will you be okay alone?
If you need someone to stay back, I can stay.
I don't need anyone.
What do you think? This is the first time I've lost someone?
I can take care of myself.
And I didn't ask you to stay. Okay?
I would've been fine just on my own.
You know, Masaba?
I know you can take care of yourself.
You're strong like that.
But I wanted to be there for you.
Sometimes it's okay to have someone by your side.
You don't always have to do everything by yourself.
Hi, Masaba.
I heard about Wendell. Felt so bad.
I know how close you were to him.
I called you, but maybe your phone is switched off.
So call me whenever you're free, or come home.
-Ma'am, please come on your mark. -Okay.
Yeah, coming.
-Sir, starting, please come on your mark. -Yes. Hold this.
Come on.
-Okay, clap in. Quickly clap in. -Ready? Okay, we're going for another one.
-Set please. -Can't we do a dry run?
-Come on, start the rain. -Come on.
-And start the rain. -Hey.
I'll beat the shit out of you!
And action!
It was raining when we met for the first time.
It's raining today as well.
You still remember the day we first met?
I remember everything. It's not that easy to forget you.
Your timid gaze,
your hair drenched in the rain, the smell of your hair.
And even today…
it's the same smell.
These memories, that's what helped me through all these years.
Nothing has changed.
Everything is exactly the same as before.
Can we give this marriage a chance? Please.
Maybe.
And, cut. Got it.
-Stop the rain, man! Give me the towel. -Stop the rain.
Shlok, this is not working. This lust angle is not working.
I mean, this scene is about their divorce, not their reunion!
This is making the characters look weak. This is not my show.
Neenaji, don't worry so much. I know what the show is.
You can pick your costumes, but please don't meddle in the script.
The channel appointed me for a reason, right?
Do you want the pilot to be rejected?
No, you tell me, what is the value of this scene in this show?
We have to show some vulnerability, Neenaji.
Only a very cold woman would ask for a divorce and just walk out.
Audience will not accept such a character. Please trust me.
-You mean male audience won't accept it. -Hey, Neena, what's the issue?
You did not like doing this intimate scene with me?
-That's not the point. Shut up, Shekhar. -Hey! Okay, listen both of you.
Let's just do two versions. One take for Shlok and one for you.
Then take a call on the edit.
Best. Come on.
Mine is done. Let's do it according to you. Happy?
-Come on, reset! -Come on.
One, two, three… swing it.
Shake it.
Hi, Masaba. I heard about Wendell.
I know how close you were to him.
I called you, but maybe your phone is switched off.
So call me whenever you're free, or come home.
Don't worry, you'll get married soon.
Ma'am?
I was going to tell you,
but then I thought not to say all this silly stuff today.
No, I do need to hear the silly stuff today. Tell me.
Ma'am, I've chosen a guy.
What? So soon?
Ma'am, it's not so soon.
After dating so many stupid, crazy boys, finally I've found a good match.
-Tell me more. -He is sweet.
He is posted as Deputy Branch Manager.
Ma'am, the family is very sweet. They'll allow me to work after marriage.
So, that's a good thing.
What do you mean "allow"? How can they stop you from working?
Ma'am, to be honest, I had the same question.
Because all the guys I've met till now have some problem with a working girl.
But, ma'am, they're good people.
Anyway, tell me, is he a good kisser?
Ma'am! I'll see you, ma'am.
No. Please, no.
MG, I know today is a tough day.
But as usual I'm here to cheer you up. Look at this.
This gecko, Qayanaat's design for Alia is a total copy! Guts on toast.
Look at the caption. She's so done. It's over for Qachra with a Q.
Why aren't we celebrating? We were waiting for this day for so long.
What's there to celebrate?
They are after her today. It could be me tomorrow.
These guys don't even verify anything. I'm sick of this cancel culture.
Oh, my God! Can I post that? Masaba supporting Qayanaat!
The Internet will be shook. I'm doing it.
Nicole, do as you like. Just let me do my work.
Okay. But, ideally, Masaba, you must post about Wendell first.
Industry must be expecting this, and you know…
-I'll quickly find a picture-- -Nicole, this is personal matter.
I'll post it when I feel like it.
Of course, got it. So sorry for your loss, babe.
Dad! Please let's practice our father-daughter dance.
-You remember what to do? -Of course!
Such a liar, no?
You have to spin me thrice and then we do our finishing move.
-Done. -Okay, Dad. One, two, three.
-One, two, three and finish! -Nice!
Now we'll make him shake his booty.
-This, reverse it, pause it. -This?
Reverse it back.
Ask your madam how much more time she needs?
Aman for Naresh.
What's the 20 on Neenaji?
The lunch break will be over soon.
Man, she's still checking the footage.
Naresh, ask her to start hair and makeup. She will waste another hour in that.
I told her. She'll get her makeup done after checking the retake.
-Come on. -What is this mess!
Now she'll check the takes.
No.
She should be happy she's still getting work at her age.
Ask her to act properly before becoming the showrunner.
Handling the actors is a headache, no offense sir.
Next time, don't keep your walkie on before insulting an actor.
If you were such a good director,
I wouldn't have to leave my lunch and do your work.
I would be chilling in my van, getting my makeup done.
Got it?
What's the matter, man?
Hey, Neena. Neena!
Hey, listen, man.
-What happened? Why are you so angry? -You just shut up.
You sat there listening to everything and laughed.
-Aren't you ashamed? -I was not laughing, they were.
I didn't even pay attention to their talks.
Save the performance for the camera.
Go, join your boys club.
I'm calling the channel to stop the shooting.
Hold on! What are you doing? Are you mad?
These are just small matters.
There's bound to be creative differences in the beginning.
Why involve the channel in this?
We have just started.
I can't work like this, Shekhar.
I understand creative differences, but there must be basic respect, right?
Didn't you see, he did not even stand up when I went to talk.
I mean, we've been working for 40 years.
And they act like Spielberg after two shows.
He is just a kid. He is a child.
He's overly passionate, getting swayed away.
Have you forgotten how you used to be?
You're still a firecracker.
But back then, you were an atom bomb!
Yes, exactly.
Let him do what he wants. Let him shoot as he likes.
You take charge at the edit.
If there is some serious problem, we'll reshoot it.
Okay, I won't even charge extra.
-So generous of you! -I'm serious.
This is, and always will be, your show.
We'll handle it, as we used to do earlier also.
Okay?
Should we do it now?
-What? -Shoot.
Don't have dirty thoughts.
-Come on. -You are so shameless!
Hello, hello, hello!
After so many years, I went to the set to shoot for Fursat.
Everything is not hunky dory on the sets. It's not so easy.
Sometimes you have creative differences with someone.
The other actor comes late, his mother gets unwell.
Sometimes my leg hurts.
Sometimes, our vanity van's bathroom gets clogged and stinks
and we have to go to someone else's.
I mean, there are so many problems,
but to be honest, good or bad, whatever it is,
my set, not my husband, is my God.
Dude, there are, like, real men in Kashmir.
I'm so done with these Bombay boys, man.
Girls, my suitcase is all ready…
Mehek, will you please try these. They are busy right now.
-I'm not wearing that outfit. -Please try it.
I'm not wearing that.
-Not even at the wedding? -Nope.
Go there.
Listen, I've made up my mind. I'm not wearing that outfit.
Please don't waste your breath.
Eeks!
Girls, just look at this arm fat.
It is disgusting. It doesn't go only. You think I should try a diet?
I think you should. Even I need to. Look at this, man.
Mehek, will you please do me a favor, and try that outfit on?
If not here, we'll go to the studio.
We worked very hard to make that outfit for you. Please try it once.
I promise, if you don't like it, then don't wear it.
Fine! Anything that'll get me out of here.
Okay.
See, you look so pretty in that!
No, I don't. I hate it.
Ouch!
Okay, talk to me. Tell me what's not working.
Everything. What sort of neckline is this?
Have you heard of things called sleeves?
And why is it so tight here and so bulky over here?
Do you ever design for actual human beings?
Or do you just make clothes for mannequins and models?
You're absolutely right.
The dress needs work. I'll fix it myself.
What's the use? I'll still look stupid in front of those barbies.
Mehek? Hey, Mehek!
Look, I will not let you walk down the aisle until you feel beautiful.
Okay. See this.
That's me, when I was your age. I didn't even look like a girl.
I never fit in. I was constantly bullied.
So trust me, I know what it feels like,
to look at yourself in the mirror, and not like anything.
But you look happy here.
That's 'cause of my best friend, Gia.
She was my support system. Always making me laugh, no matter what.
So should we start working on the dress?
If you don't like it, just wear your jeans and T-shirt. It's okay.
-Okay. -Little sister, your driver is here.
Hello, ladies!
-Hey, show, Mehek! Come on! -No way! No!
Hey! What's wrong?
Nothing.
Look at your face. Something is definitely wrong.
Okay. Come on! Bring it in.
It's out yet? No? Okay.
-Fateh! Stop it! Put me down! Put me down! -Better now? Yeah?
Yes! That's the face I'm used to.
You know, you can't hide from me at the wedding, right?
We'll see.
Completely mad.
Teach a little to Dhairya too?
Hey! I was going to call you about Wendell.
Good that you came.
Come, I'll make that cheesy spaghetti you like.
No need, Gia.
I'm not hungry. I just came to see you. How are you?
-Hey, what happened to your leg? -It's fine.
I'm also fine. Just hungover and tired and embarrassed.
I'm really sorry about last night.
It's okay. I asked you to drink.
You just seemed really out of it.
Hey, fuck it!
Come. Let's eat spaghetti and forget our sorrows. Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
Sorry. Don't know what's wrong with me.
You're the one dealing with a loss and I can't even make spaghetti.
Gia, what's the matter?
This isn't just a hangover. Is it?
I don't know, Masaba. But does a hangover last for two months?
Sorry.
I don't know what's going on with me.
I feel tired all day long.
I can't get out of bed.
I can't shower. I can't talk to anybody.
And.
I haven't been in to work in three weeks.
Gia, all this was happening, and you never told me.
You are dealing with it alone?
How could I tell you? You're also dealing with so much alone.
The work pressure and now Wendell.
But you seem to be handling everything so well. I just…
I can't even brush my teeth, I'm so fucking pathetic.
What am I handling well?
I keep myself so busy in work
that I don't get time to feel anything.
I mean, Wendell sir died.
And I haven't even been able to see a photograph of him.
Besides, I don't even have the courage to go to the funeral.
Great.
So we're both fucked.
Probably. But we both know what we have to do.
I need to deal with Wendell's death
and you need to see a shrink.
You know, just today, someone reminded me
that it's not necessary to face every problem alone.
I'm not alone, you're there.
I'm not qualified to help you, Gia.
And this isn't just a bad mood.
This sounds like depression.
Okay…
Asking for help is not a sign of weakness. Okay?
They always tell us, you know, be brave,
and don't show your emotions, and don't cry, but is…
Is hiding your emotions a sign of bravery?
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Okay.
Amazing. Now listen to me.
I'm going to find you a really good therapist.
And I'm going to be with you through this whole process. I promise.
Okay.
I want a real therapist.
Not that stupid star-wife healer.
Okay, I promise, I'll find you a real therapist,
who is nowhere associated with Bollywood.
Should we order spaghetti? I'm so hungry.
What do I even say?
Lost a proud dad and my dear sir.
Can't get myself to say goodbye in person today.
So we'll save that for another time.
When I see you on the other side.
Come on in.
I needed my mom.
You know who I was thinking about today?
Who?
Dad.
Haven't talked to him in a while.
You haven't met him in a long time.
You know, maintaining relationships needs as much work as maintaining a good job.
Try and meet him.
Yeah, otherwise I'll just regret it.
I kept making plans with Wendell too, but…
Don't think about all this.
Just think of the beautiful moments you spent with him.
Okay, Mom, get your full health checkup done tomorrow itself.
Enough of this stress and shoot. Now just relax.
I'm more stressed when I am not working.
And look who's giving a lecture about stress!
It's my job to give lectures and I do it really well.
I have to agree.
And don't worry, I'm not going anywhere so soon.
You have to tolerate me for many more years.
Well, cheers to that.
Cheers to tolerating each other for many years.
Hey, Mr. Rana forgot his glasses here.
Fuck, he's blind as a bat.
Maybe that's why he couldn't see my moves this morning.
Hey!
Hang on! Just give me a sec, I'm gonna park the car.
What? How are you driving without your glasses?
Yeah, I had to fish out my old ones.
Rosita had a good laugh about it.
If you had told me, I would've sent them over.
Yeah, but…
I mean, you scolded me so much,
I couldn't gather the courage to call you.
Yeah, listen. Sorry about that.
I became too emotional. I think I made you uncomfortable.
No, not at all.
So then why did you pull away?
No, no, that's… That's not why…
I just…
I didn't want us to do anything we would regret later.
What do you mean, regret?
I mean, you're grieving, so…
I didn't want to cross any lines on that occasion.
I thought I was being respectful.
Wow!
Respectful?
You are a real gentleman, Dhairya.
That wasn't respectful. That was mortifying!
Okay, Masaba. Now, I'm really confused.
What do you want?
You know what, just forget about it.
I have to pack for Kashmir, lots to do. We'll talk later.
-Okay. -Bye.
Bye.
Man!
Put any glasses on him, he'll still be blind.
Hey, I can see the mountains. I think we'll reach in half an hour.
Good. We can get a snack before the Jammu flight.
Snacks? Where?
At the airport.
Then why did you wake me up?
Oh, my God! I think I'm gonna die.
Tina, are you all right? Should I order something for you?
Shut up, Fateh.
Hey, did you speak to Aisha? How's the hotel and everything?
Yeah, everything is fine.
She's just a little annoyed that we couldn't get on the same flight. So…
But I'm having fun.
So, the wedding is tomorrow. How are you feeling?
I'm chill only. I mean, I'm not feeling anything different.
Wow! Your generation.
You guys are so chill. I remember, I wasn't that chill.
Okay, I don't believe that at all.
No, I'm serious, Masaba.
You know when you're getting married.
You already know whether this marriage will last or not.
In fact, I knew on all the three occasions that it won't last. Yeah.
But, then, why did you marry?
There should be some fun, some excitement in life.
My philosophy is very simple.
First do it, then face the consequences.
You know, frankly,
it's better than just, for the rest of your life, wondering "what if."
You know, Fateh, I hate what ifs.
Passengers for Jammu flight on X-Air A1234 now boarding.
Where's Mehek and Mrs. Mehrauli?
They just got on the flight.
Final call for boarding for all passengers…
-I'll be right back. -…for flight X-Air A1234.
Hey, but, Fateh, where are you going?
Hey, what do you have? Chutney Sandwich, Chicken Sandwich.
Final boarding call for…
What're you doing? We'll miss the flight.
Just one sec.
…X-Air A1234.
-What's inside this? Peas or potatoes? -Potatoes.
Gate closing…
I want to eat something sweet. You want anything sweet?
No, I want to get on that flight. Can we please go?
How much is the puff for?
Fateh, I'm…
Ma'am, the boarding gate for your flight is closed. I'm sorry.
What? I'm right here. Please open the gates again.
I'm sorry, ma'am. You can proceed to our counter to check for the next flight.
Please understand. It's his wedding and I have the bride's outfit right here.
-We need to be on that flight. -Sorry, ma'am. I wish I could help you.
Fateh, did you really need a sandwich right now?
We missed the flight for a damn sandwich. How ridiculous is that?
No, it's fine. Sometimes, people do miss their flight. It's not a big deal.
Have you gone crazy? It's your wedding.
Yes, I know. That's all I've heard for two months.
Wedding this, wedding that!
Screw the wedding.
Excuse me. Did you miss this flight on purpose?
You want some?
It's nice.
Subtitle translation by: Sanjay Malhotra