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Oh, God! Where's my phone?
Shireen!
It's me. Mama.
I know, Mama!
Your name appears on the phone when you call.
How is Monty?
How is his cough?
Did you try my basil and ginger decoction?
Oh, God, Mama!
I tried your decoction and it worked!
That was three months ago!
Three months?
Mama, it's 02:00 a.m. here in Boston.
Please let me sleep.
I have an early shift in the morning.
Unless it's urgent, we can talk later.
-But, Shireen-- -Bye, Mama.
-Do you want to scream? -No.
-Go on, scream! -No, no.
Scream!
Rancho!
Sorry.
You enjoyed screwing my life, didn't you?
No. Sorry.
It's time for payback!
Come on! Let's go inside!
Move!
Open the safe!
Move!
Here, open it!
Open it!
She can't use a damn key!
Cash, jewelry, the whole stash! Give me everything.
I said, "Everything."
Where's the jewelry?
-Where's the bloody jewelry? -Bank--
It's in the bank.
Just stay here, alright?
I'll skin you alive if you move.
How dare you, bitch!
-Rancho, sorry. Sorry! -How dare you!
-Sorry!
This is it?
Sorry, Rancho.
Cy! Cy!
Cyrus!
Open the door!
Bawa, open the damn door!
Meru! Meru!
Open the door, Meru! Please!
-Firoza! -Help!
I'm in danger!
Rancho's here!
-I'm trying to take a nap! -Meru!
-Please leave! -Meru.
Oh, God! Die, Meru!
Sakhubai!
Sakhubai, give me your phone.
We need to call the cops!
No! No!
Come on! Rancho's here!
No, I have to go. I'm running late.
I'm not carrying my phone either!
-Sorry. Sorry. -Bloody liar!
No wonder you're such a loser!
Rana!
Rana, you rascal!
We pay you to keep a watch and not to doze off!
-Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to-- -How can you be so careless?
Rancho is here! What are you doing?
He's got a giant knife!
He could've murdered me!
That's rubbish, ma'am!
What do you mean by "rubbish"?
Most of the people living in this building are senior citizens.
You bloody careless scoundrel!
-Mrs. Balsara? What happened? -I'm going to file a complaint.
This buffalo just sits on his ass and sleeps all day!
-Sit, sit. -Idiot!
-Rancho is here! -Okay.
-He's got a huge knife! -Okay, breathe, breathe.
-Breathe, breathe, yes, yes. -He wanted to murder me!
Breathe...
-Mini, you're not getting it! -Relax, relax...
Just calm down, okay?
Mrs. Balsara... everything that happened up there...
it happened with you six months ago.
Six months?
Six months ago, your servant, Rancho, he robbed you at knifepoint.
The cops have arrested him!
The moron is rotting in Nasik jail.
It was such a big shock, right?
It's just taking a toll on your mind.
I'm not making this up, Mini!
Mrs. Balsara this has happened four times in the past six months.
I had prescribed some medicines for this condition as well.
Medicine?
Tablets?
-Red tablets? -Yes.
I hope you're taking them regularly.
I don't remember where I've kept them.
Okay. It's okay.
I'll get some tablets for you in the evening, alright?
Don't worry, you'll be alright.
You know how cockroaches sneak into our homes?
Rancho's fear has been lurking in your mind just like that.
And just like a cockroach, you have to chuck it out.
Just get rid of it?
Okay?
You are a very strong woman, Mrs. Balsara.
You will be absolutely fine.
Alright?
Come, I'll take you home.
No, no.
It's okay.
Even you're busy.
-Are you sure? -Yeah.
I'll see you.
Bye, see you.
Rana, please behave yourself.
-Ma'am, what did I do? -The poor lady is sick.
You know her condition. There's no need to be so rude!
Sorry, ma'am.
-Come on! -It's her daughter's fault.
How can she leave her ailing mother alone?
-So? -My dad had piles.
I brought him to Bombay and looked after him.
Everybody has their own problems.
Anyway, stop cleaning my car. I'll pay someone else to do it.
-Why? What happened? -What is this?
I clean your car for 30 minutes every day and make it squeaky clean.
Squeaky clean? Really? It looks like a car from the junkyard.
That's not my fault.
Come on...