Would you like some orchids?
No, I don't think orchids will be appropriate.
-Sunflower, roses? Okay. -Roses.
What name…
-What name would you want on the bouquet? -Soumyajit.
-"Happy Birthday, Soumya--" -No.
Please get it ready. Thank you.
Tell me, ma'am.
Honestly, what was he thinking?
Who goes on a vacation all alone at this age?
There is no age to go on a vacation, ma'am.
But there is an age to have aphro.
Ma'am, those are just rumours.
We all know he died of a massive heart attack.
Come on!
Anyway, what would you like to have?
Amal, he wasn't just my manager. He was like…
He was like my best friend.
I know, ma'am.
I understand. I miss him terribly. We all do.
But don't worry. We're here, I am here.
I'll take on from where he left off.
You can't.
Anyway, I just don't want to go on.
-What do you mean? -Just that…
I don't want to do this film.
-It's Tigmanshu Dhulia's film, ma'am. -I know.
It's realistic, it's hard-hitting.
-So what? -Do you know what the title is?
Paidaishi Killers.
The shoot is going to start in three weeks.
-You can't just let go. -Hello.
I really loved your acting in Kal Ho.
Oh, how sweet of you!
-Thank you. -We're discussing something.
Please come later.
-Ma'am, listen to me. -We'll meet later.
Just say it, I can talk to Tishu and delay the shoot.
Just buy a few weeks if you need time.
It's not going to work.
Come on, such meaty roles are so hard to come by.
-You're the lead in this film. -I know.
Think about it. Soumya sir wouldn't have let go of this opportunity.
He left this world.
Ma'am, please.
Okay, look.
I want to be there for my daughter.
She's writing her first film.
She is directing it, and I am playing the lead in it.
So, you know, I need to be there for her right now.
I need to be with my family.
And honestly, Amal. I am just not getting that…
You know that kind of sensation from this film.
Come on, we must be a little more professional about this entire thing.
And I'm sure your daughter will manage without you.
-She'll understand. -You won't.
When you don't have a family, you can't understand these things.
Hello, Lillete…
-Excuse me! Listen to me. -Lillete?
Soumya sir did his best to get this film for you.
And…
people know you from the old movies. Nothing new.
And what nonsense is this sensation, vibes, mojo-wojo?
You have no career. What you have is just ego.
Are you done?
I am so sorry.
I don't know what I am doing with this agency.
Ma'am… Ma'am, please listen to me. Ma'am, I…
Fucked up!
Don't read out the script to anyone there.
Yes. Have some respect for the dead, okay?
See you on Thursday. Bye.
Crazy people, everybody thinks it is an award function,
not a prayer meet.
The stylists are calling me
to make sure that the looks don't clash.
-Imagine! -Monty.
Why are you sitting on Soumya sir's chair?
It's just a chair.
I know what that means.
We didn't perform his final rites, and you want his chair.
This chair is available. Sit here.
That's for Nia.
Sit, please.
Thank you.
Okay, thank you.
So, now can we talk about some real problems?
Can we, please?
Thank you. First things first.
What are we doing about Soumya's clients?
And I have some more bad news, I am afraid.
-AK is leaving us. -What?
He said, without Soumya, this is like a circus without the ringmaster.
Wow!
Guys, the thing is,
Soumya's clients are the company's 30 percent turnover.
We can't afford to lose them.
If we lose even one, there are going to be rumours,
everyone will go to some other agency.
So…
I did some hard thinking yesterday
on how to divide the clients.
This is what I suggest. Take a look.
It's, of course, open to suggestions, discussions. What do you think?
Organize all the clients on an Excel sheet, as per the earnings.
Exactly.
No!
Why do I always get actors who are ruined or sick?
Monty.
Lillete Dubey is on your list.
-Yeah. -I already met her.
You met Lillete without talking to any of us.
No, sir. She called me. Don't create unnecessary controversies.
Lillete called you!
-She wants you! -Yeah, of course. Why not?
But there's a problem.
She is not in a good mood.
She doesn't want to do Tishu's film.
What?
Not in a good mood? What nonsense is this?
It's fine. I can handle it. Thank you very much.
Amal.
She is vulnerable after Soumya's state. Okay?
She needs a stable agent. Not some emotional drama. Please.
Maybe she needs someone who really cares about her and the cinema.
Mr. Behl, we all witnessed the support system you were
in Dia's matter.
Amal, we can't afford to lose Tishu's project.
Sort it out in 24 hours or I will step in.
But she is a senior actor. You can't be rude to her.
-Have this. -I know.
Meher, what do you think?
Is Monty right that I am emotionally unstable
so the clients don't trust me?
No, not at all.
But…
You need to control your short temper, impulsiveness,
and straightforwardness. That's all. The rest is fine.
Wow, Meher. Wow.
This is a limit of sexism.
When it comes to a girl, it's straightforwardness.
And if I get angry at someone's stupidity, I'm emotionally unstable.
Imagine, Monty did the same thing.
Had he shouted at a client,
it would've been the client's fault!
It's not Monty's fault. Why? He is a man!
And me! It's PMS.
Amal, chill out. Just calm your tits, okay?
That's also sexist, by the way.
"Calm your tits" is selfish? Sorry, sexist! I didn't know that.
Should I gouge your eyes out?
I want to carry your child.
But you are a lesbian.
Ouch!
Won't a lesbian want to have babies?
How would I know?
You want a kid too!
But I'm not a lesbian.
You idiot.
We both can get things done.
And I won't ask for normalcy. I promise.
Anyway!
Between a random handsome man's sperm
and an ugly friend's sperm, I prefer the latter.
My mom would say that my nose resembles that of Tom Cruise.
In that case, give it.
Tom Cruise?
Fuck!
I don't know what the matter is.
Why is it always me?
Think about it.
So? I decide that I have to do this.
But the exact opposite happens.
Do you get my point?
Every time, it is the opposite, because of you guys.
What show is she doing, that Lil…
Lil… Lillete.
This little Lillete… This popcorn. This Lillete Dubey
is rejecting me!
Tishu… Sir.
Don't get it on your ego.
That has nothing to do with you personally--
It's nothing personal. Okay?
Had Somu been here, he would've handled her smoothly.
And…
Somu, you turned naughty at the wrong time.
I love you.
Shutting down the project when we are just three weeks away,
you guys are killing the project and our money.
And?
What about my mood? Mood is priceless.
I'll write a poem.
I should become a poet now.
Insults and tragedy
will only turn a man into a poet.
We have no other options.
I am leaving. Fuck everybody.
Hey. Tishu, I'll bring her back. I'll bring Lillete back. I promise you.
I'll bring her back.
Hello.
-How are you? -Good.
I'm so sorry. You must be wondering, I called you on such short notice.
-No problem. -My scarf.
I was thinking that a person should consider his age.
True.
What was the need to have aphro?
Yes, ma'am. That… I mean…
Anyway, it's our loss.
Because roles…
Who will get us the roles?
I thought I must tell you.
If I tell you that I have no work or songs,
or some sort of a role, I think
I can take up good roles.
-So many films got released. -Of course…
If I say that, people will think I am begging. I have to plead.
-No… -You do something.
Of course! Ma'am, in fact,
there is a very interesting and exciting project in ART.
-Currently. We got it recently. -Really?
And I think it's made for you.
-Are you serious? -Yes ma'am.
It's Tigmanshu Dhulia sir's film.
Tissue!
My God! Now, I have tears for Soumyajit.
-No, ma'am. -Which film is this?
The film's name is Paidaishi Killers, ma'am.
-Paidaishi… -Yes, ma'am.
It's a positive film.
-I mean, there are fights. -That's too much violence.
I hope they don't shoot me.
No, ma'am. This role is meant for you.
The shooting will start in three weeks.
Are you trying to say that the script was written for me?
Ma'am, I'll be very honest with you.
This role was offered to Ms. Lillete Dubey.
Now you are getting to the point.
-But now… -It was meant for Lillete.
Why did Lillete drop the film?
Ma'am…
She just said
-that she is not in the mood. -Oh, really!
So, she… but I think…
She is history, ma'am. I'm going to pitch your name.
-And I think this can happen. -Of course.
-Okay, ma'am. -May God bless you.
-Thanks a lot. -My blessings are with you.
-Thank you. -Don't change.
Of course!
It's common in this industry. Today, you talk, and tomorrow…
No.
-Bye, ma'am. Take care. -Bye. Take care.
Lillete Dubey.
Ila Arun.
Can't end.
Nia?
Do you know who sang "Choli Ke Peeche Kya Hai"?
Who is it?
Ila Arun.
Exactly. Right answer.
Ila Arun will do Tissue's film.
What nonsense is this?
Genius casting, right?
Tissue only wants Lillete Dubey in his film.
And I'll make sure he gets Lillete Dubey only.
What rubbish!
You also know Ila Arun is raw.
She is earthy, she is so beautiful,
and perfectly in the Tissue's zone.
Have you lost it?
Get away.
Look.
Even I love Ila Arun.
I know she is raw, earthy. She is a brilliant actor,
a great singer, everything.
But…
Opposite Mr. Kapoor in a Tigmanshu Dhulia film? No!
Please. It's not going to work. And Tissue…
won't agree to this.
Did you check with Tissue?
I don't want to embarrass myself asking Tissue.
He will obviously say no.
Look, Amal.
Listen to me. This film will work out.
And Ila is perfect for the part.
And in the end, she will be done.
Fine. You know what? Just be like this.
Angsty for no reason.
Get out of here,
and don't try to get involved in my project. Get out!
-Get lost! -Out!
Who's Ila?
Hi.
Shit! Hi.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I think something is wrong with the photocopy machine.
The machine is fine.
Look at the clarity.
You're Nia, right?
-Yes. -Cool.
You work here? I don't think I have ever seen you here before.
I am an actor.
Amal's client.
Shit, sorry. Do you have an appointment?
I am here to meet you.
How can I help you?
I heard the coffee and the sponge cake here are very tasty.
That's right.
Fine. See you.
Next time, get an appointment.
Tishu, relax.
Go to Araamnagar and get some fresh air.
Smoke a few cigarettes.
Watch some porn. We are with Soumya sir's wife, Stuti. Okay, bye.
Sorry… I am here.
So, well… Since all of you
are Somu's colleagues and partners,
I just thought I should let you know that…
There is no will.
So, Somu's shares are all mine now.
Oh, great!
Which effectively means that you own 80 percent of the shares in the company.
Don't worry. I don't want to join the agency.
I want to sell it.
Without Somu, there is no ART or agency.
I know a lot of clients left already.
Lillete Dubey quit Tigmanshu's film.
Before Somu's hard work goes down the drain,
I should sell the agency.
To whom?
-To the highest bidder. -Stuti.
Ma'am…
You just said that we are a family.
-Don't be hasty, Stuts. -Exactly.
Stuti, honestly, we should also consider if…
If Soumya sir was here…
What would he want? Don't you think so?
Okay, relax, guys.
I have a proposal. Maybe…
We all can, together, buy your shares.
What do you mean by we?
We. Four of us.
What do you think?
Fine.
I am sure you can handle this.
Excuse me.
-Good night, Stuti. Thank you. -Good night.
By we, you meant yourself.
My parents have already evicted me.
I live alone.
Struggle to pay the rent to keep up with this bloody fake celebrity lifestyle.
Neither any investments nor savings.
-Sir, I am broke. -Okay.
Same here.
-Really? -I know
I own a bungalow and a BMW. But that belongs to my mom.
I was unaware.
What will Mom do after selling all those things?
So, I'm also out.
I have a retirement fund and FDs. That's all, really.
We can arrange money, guys.
You can.
You can, too.
If you do the right films with the right directors.
Just like you, right?
Represent the actors who I hate.
Get a cut in their endorsements, contracts, and everything.
And at last, die
-in the process of hating them. -Amal, calm down, man!
Why're you telling me?
-He wants to buy, not me. -We are trying to find a solution.
-Are you guys okay if ART gets sold? -No.
One second. Even if ART gets sold, it won't shut down.
We will still have our jobs.
Only if Stuti sells it to a good financer.
But if she sells it to some corporate guy,
we're screwed.
There are going to be branches of ART, all over India.
You too have the same plan, right, Monty?
My plan is to keep things together.
See you Monday.
Bye.
Hi.
So, I'm new here.
It was strange.
I was about to leave and then…
I saw your profile.
I stayed back.
It's good you did that.
Welcome to the circus.
That's weird.
It's fun but…
I don't even know you.
Did you know? A few people in India
do this on their wedding night.
You're funny.
And hot.
You too.
I can smell your hair here.
Looks like you are used to this app.
Kind of.
I keep going on and off,
but I'm looking for a real relationship.
What nonsense!
Am I seeing lust in your eyes?
It's thirst.
What do you want to see?
Anything you want to show.
Will you show?
Hey, are you there?
Did you leave?
Are you a guy using a girl's ID?
That's what your behaviour says.
And your behaviour tells me
that my mom is online.
Get lost.
Did you not get enough sleep?
Not at all.
Wow. I like partying. Give me all the news.
Yeah, it was a wild night, indeed.
I had a threesome with my credit card and bank statements.
But none of us came.
See. Wasn't it wild?
Yours must have been wilder than mine. What did you do?
Me and my savings were awake all night.
And in the morning, we decided
that I'll invest the money in the company.
Really?
You guys and my actors are my family.
I don't have any kids.
Instead of a husband, I have a dog with his name.
My baby, Pankaj.
He is more loyal than him. I'm sure.
So, I decided I'll spend on this. What to do?
-Wow. -Yeah, but…
Meher made an idiotic move.
What do you mean?
To try and replace Lillete Dubey with Ila Arun, of all people.
I mean, especially after knowing Lillete and Ila's history.
You shouldn't come up with such nonsense ideas.
What history?
Oh, my God! They hate each other.
They can't stand each other.
Really?
How do I not know about this?
They don't show it, but it's a complex story.
Almost like Tissue's film.
Lillete and Ila have been friends since their theatre days.
Lillete used to do English theatre.
She still does!
And Ila, Hindi.
One day, Lillete introduced Ila to her best friend. Guess who?
-Who? -Soumyajit.
-What? -Yeah.
Soumya sir and Lillete Dubey?
-No way! -Oh, yes.
Then?
Then Soumya turned head over heels for Ila.
Can you imagine?
After that?
Fierce catfight. They didn't patch up till now.
-Oh, God! -Yeah.
And Meher fuelled it.
Fuck Meher.
Pankaj, promise me to bite his head off.
Nancy, a quick favour.
Put these pictures in an ART's envelope
and send it to SWB casting.
Mehershad, there is a picture of a random foreigner along with these.
Yes, that's the strategy.
To make them pick the odd one out. Nancy, can you hurry up a little, please?
Thank you.
Lillete ma'am. Hi.
-I don't want this. -Nice day for a jog, right?
What jog? You're not even wearing any running shoes.
I lied.
Actually…
I am here to apologise. I just created a mess that day.
So, I'm sorry.
Look, Amal. I have no time for all these negative emotions,
holding grudges and all that. Okay?
-Okay, ma'am. -So just tell me, what's this all about?
Ma'am, that…
-Hi. -Ma'am, Tishu is so understanding.
-Who am I to poke my nose into this? -Exactly.
Yeah. I know.
I was frustrated, so I said that…
But he really respects your decision.
-Honestly. -Good.
He is a sensible guy.
Thank him on my behalf.
-Okay. -Tell him, you never know.
Very soon, next time.
Yeah, that…
Actually, he was a bit shocked at the beginning.
But…
Then he turned that shock into a creative spark.
Our industry is so weird.
-Isn't it? -What do you mean?
I mean…
Actually, this is confidential. I shouldn't tell you.
But because you were a part of this project,
it's my job to inform you that…
What?
We are now casting
Ila ji for this part.
-What? -Yes.
-Ila Arun? -Yes.
You must be bloody joking.
No, I'm not. I'm serious.
Ila Arun from where?
Do you know?
Lillete is telling everyone
that Soumyajit's death has affected her a lot.
But the fact is,
Tigmanshu Dhulia's film has a lot of Hindi dialogues.
So, she is scared.
And one more fact. Her acting in all the films
is the same.
And she lives in a bubble.
She is full of herself.
I am Tishu's first choice.
-I am the original Paidaishi Killer. -Paidaishi Killer.
-You are. -And I'm gonna keep it that way.
-You did it. Yes. -Don't you forget it.
-Okay? -Yes, I agree.
-That's how it's going to be. -Yes.
I mean forget about Ila Arun or anybody else.
-I agree. -My role.
-My film. -Yes.
He knows what I'm capable of. So I'm going to just call him.
-Or are you gonna call him? -I'll call him.
-Just call him. -Right away.
-Yeah. -I'll do it.
You.
-There's no discussion. -Not at all, but…
-Please. Ila Arun! -Thank you. Okay, bye.
I'll call him right now.
That's a joke.
So, even after this, I'll still hold 17 percent of the shares.
Right.
And you will be the major shareholder.
Did you ever cheat on your wife, Monty?
No.
Somu cheated on me his entire life.
Mostly with the actresses.
But I guess you know that.
I hate actresses.
I hate them.
I want neither a penny from their earnings,
nor this company, which is involved with them.
I'm sorry, Monty.
But I want to know the other offer,
and then I'll decide.
Of course.
Cheque.
Lillete is back.
-What the fuck! No. -Yes! See, yes.
I am telling you, she is the OG Paidaishi Killer.
Amal, how did you do this?
Mister, I pulled a Monty.
What do you mean?
What do actors have more than acting?
-What? -Ego.
I played with her ego.
I told her that Tishu "prefers Ila over you."
And then what? Simple. She slipped right into it.
-She said yes. -This is disgusting, sly,
-dirty behaviour, Amal. -I know. It was so fun.
I am so happy that I can't tell you.
Finding that g-spot of desperation.
I love actors. Their jealousy, rivalry, all of it.
I saved Tishu's film.
-He will worship me. -Ila is calling me right now.
Take it.
-Hi, Ila ma'am. -Hi, Meherwa.
Don't be surprised. I'm just practising the dialogue.
-How are you? -What?
I signed the contract.
-I signed. -You said yes!
-She said you said yes! -Yes!
Congratulations, ma'am. Congratulations.
-Announce it. -Hi.
-Do it. -I'm so happy. Good luck.
-Write it in bold. -Thank you so much, guys.
We'll kill it together.
-Okay. Bye. -Thank you.
What the fuck just happened?
What're you saying, Amal?
Finding that g-spot of happiness.
-I'm so happy right now. -What the hell happened?
What are you doing? Why are you interfering with my project?
-This is not your project. -It is my project.
This is Tigmanshu's film. ART, this is our company's project.
Idiot, if you had an idea
-about Tissue's film, -Coffee.
you would've helped get back Lillete.
You wouldn't be playing these filthy, dirty games with me.
Amal, I don't play games.
And you lost Lillete because you have lost your mind.
You know what, your short-temperedness is making us lose clients.
What the fuck, Meher!
You fucking sly bastard! How can you say that about me?
I thought we were friends. Clearly, we're not!
Yes. You know what? We're not friends anymore.
And your kid can get sperm from a random Ricky Donor.
Fine! It'll be better looking than you!
-Get lost. -Fuck you!
Is the coffee ready?
-Hi. -Hi.
Amal ma'am's not here.
Did she leave a script for me?
No.
Seriously.
Sid, that's my stuff.
Okay, my bad. I'm sorry.
So…
What are you doing now?
What am I doing now?
Please make yourself comfortable.
Thank you.
So, in films,
do you actually kiss?
I hate you, Amal! I hate you!
Love you, Amal.
Fuck!
Ila!
Why would he cast Ila over Little?
Meher!
-Are you serious? -Huh?
I surely can't make you come. So, fuck you.
-Hey, listen. Radhe. -Fuck you!
-Fuck off! -Fuck Tissue!
So, last night was pretty good.
-It really was, wasn't it? -Yeah.
-Siddharth! -You can really drink, by the way.
-Yeah. -Hi.
-There you are. -How are you?
-Nia, meet my mom. -Hi.
-Hi.
Mom, this is Nia.
Amal's new assistant.
Oh, poor girl.
-Hey. -Hi.
-There he is. -Dad is also here.
Thank you for bearing with this.
My entire family is here.
-No introduction needed. -Stuti is here.
Sid, can I talk to you, please?
What happened?
Hey.
One second.
Sid, I don't remember anything.
What happened last night?
-You're turning me on. -Sid.
I'm serious.
What? Don't you remember anything?
-Did we… -Did we… What?
Sex?
-Is "sex" not allowed in the office? -Sid, please.
We went to your place.
We made out in the bedroom.
Then I went to the washroom. When I came back, you were asleep.
That's it?
Thank you so much. Thank you.
What?
Hello. And…
Thank you all for coming.
And as the owner of ART, I want
to thank you on behalf of Somu and myself.
Coming here and praying for him.
So…
Lots of love to you guys,
and happy movie making
and all that you all do here.
He…
made many actors.
Let's always remember
this outgoing person.
This is very sad. There's so much to talk about, but
I'm just too sad and I'm very sorry for your loss.
Soumya ji was somebody who
always looked over us.
And
I'm going to miss him.
Many think I'm a Bengali, but he always would tell me,
"You are an Odia".
Somu da was like a father figure to me.
We also had the same dentist.
Somu da…
He told me one thing.
The industry
is flaccid inside, flaccid.
Make sure to make it hard
to the world. Very hard.
I didn't know Sir that well.
But all I can say is that, he was a really cool dude.
And I hope, wherever you are, bro,
be cool.
Actually, I thought Soumyajit died two years ago.
So, I'm happy that he got two more years to live.
I will miss him.
To make sure
his memories stay with us, I want to…
I make an announcement right now.
I'll make a biopic on Somu's life.
Jaggu da will…
Hello, everyone.
While I was on the way here, I was wondering,
a few weeks back,
Somu and I… I used to call him Somu.
We had dinner together.
He told me something
that really stayed with me.
He looked at me and said, "Lillete,
you actors are so lucky.
Your job is to play different roles.
Sometimes, a role who
doesn't want to grow up. Sometimes, a role
where you don't want to die."
Oh, my God!
I can't play any role today.
Because I have lost such a dear friend.
Oh, Somu! I'm going to miss you so much.
Thank you for everything.
Ghalib was right.
There's no differentiation between life and death
in love.
-Thanks. -We live watching the one
who we want to die with.
-Are you done? -I haven't finished yet, Ila.
You are done with poetry. I want to say something.
-Look. -I want to say something.
-Let me grab the mic. -Don't disturb. My emotions…
-Yes, I'm sure you have. -So…
The atmosphere has turned indifferent.
Everyone shed tears. But I
wanted to say… She wouldn't let me.
He used to say, "Don't cry for me.
Don't be sad for me.
Laugh and live life."
I have tears, but when she gets carried away.
You know there are some people in this world
who have just forgotten their roots. They are so caught up in themselves.
They've forgotten where they came from. But Somu never forgot that. Never!
-I want to tell you. -Your purse is so irritating.
-I can talk if you hold it. -I don't want.
-I was saying… -Call that guy.
People from English theatres ridicule Hindi theatre people.
-Who is being ridiculous here? -But in commercial theatre,
they keep searching for their survival, Somu.
Who revolves around Prithvi?
What was that girl doing, who was always looking for roles,
hanging around Prithvi Theatre, and who…
Who introduced her to Somu?
Who introduced her? Just try to remember that. Okay, Ila?
-Yes. -I think she is taking a workshop.
I'm not taking a workshop. Please calm down.
And don't get so agitated.
-Tell her. -You know, Somu.
-Somu was… definitely. Yes. -Somu!
-I call him Somu with love. -Somu.
Hence, people talk about you on Page 3.
-Fine. I think we should just ask her to… -I…
-Just come to the side. -But she is too funny.
-You're too funny. -She's not letting me…
-Okay, I… -I think so. I think it's more decent
to just… Let's just leave. Okay?
I will not leave. But I just want to sing one…
You always want to sing.
-Yes. -Even when people don't want you to sing,
you sing!
I have nothing to say. Can she sing?
-No matter what she says! -I don't know.
Keeping it short.
-The song that Somu would sing. -Oh, that one.
Something said, something heard
Something left
Where did you go
After pleasing my heart?
Please join.
Yeah.
Something said, something heard Something left
Where did you go After pleasing my heart?
I keep looking for you
But you are not here
You are unaware Do something
Sir, listen to me. Cast both of them.
Why?
The world has watched the husband-wife story.
Imagine.
Two women.
Killing people at 60. They are like a killer chick couple.
As a couple?
-Exactly. -Yes.
As a lesbian couple.
Lillete Dubey and Ila Arun.
For the first time in the history of Indian cinema.
No one has ever witnessed this.
Didn't you see
their emotional graph out there?
It was so pure.
If you don't win awards,
you can turn me half-bald.
I can open at Cannes,
then at Berlin.
-Then… -Sir, Hollywood.
-Huh? -Hollywood.
Look.
I mean, it can be Moradabad, Meerut, or any other place after that.
You are absolutely right, sir.
It'll be a great surprise, a rage!
And these days, people want something new.
This will make the radicals shit their pants.
Trust me.
Everyone will talk about this film. It will just be insane.
And you two will earn commissions from both the stars.
Praneet, we will manage.
Don't fuck my trip by talking about money.
I…
I hate money.
It's always the money.
Fuck!
Paidaishi Killers.
Fuck, gunshots!
Shoot… Gunshots!
-What? -Sorry?
In the movie…
Yes, of course.
Finalise it.
Finalise both of them.
Will Lillete and Ila agree to work together?
It's Tigmanshu Dhulia's film.
Why won't they agree?
-Tissue! -Tissue!
What's going on, Nia?
What are you doing with my son? What is it?
I didn't know he was your son. You didn't tell me anything.
-So you trapped him! -What? No!
Listen, you stay away from my family, okay?
Just stay away from them.
I am your family, Dad.
Smoke out…
your worries.
Don't think too much, dear.
The sorrow, pain, men.
One day, everything will…
turn into smoke.
Am I right?
Mom?
Akshara?
Farah Khan wants you for her next.
-Wait, no. -How's the story?
She especially wants to meet you.
This is the script.
Hey, scholar on a keto diet.
Don't irritate me. Just get water.