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-Excuse me. You have Wi-Fi? -Yes, we have it.

Because I need your connection.

Nice typing.

I also type. Here, there. Sometimes.

-You're sure about this? -No.

Hey…

Yes, Aasmaan. How many times do I need to repeat myself?

Just tell Freddy about Karan's offer.

-He's a businessman. He'll understand. -You think so?

Hi, guys. Freddy sir will see you shortly.

But he just got into a meeting, right?

It won't take that long.

Fuck you! Fuck your contract! What does he think of himself?

I think I've seen him somewhere…

Who said that?

Huh?

Who said that?

I'm Jaraj fucking Saxena!

-Did you knock it over? -No, sir.

So whoever did shall pick it up.

Come on, pick it up.

Aasmaan, just two minutes.

Jeejeebhoy.

Bro, what was that?

Actually, despite signing a contract with us,

Jaraj met with another producer.

Freddy sir didn't like it.

So he's been stuck in our contract ever since.

For the last 15 years.

No.

I would never come in the way of such an opportunity, Aasmaan.

You must work in Karan's film.

I'll put his contract on hold.

See? I told her so many times that you're pretty chill.

-She doesn't believe it. -Really?

It's not like that, sir.

You know how it is when it comes to contracts.

But thank you for understanding.

Thank you for what?

As his star power grows,

so will my bank balance.

Yes.

But after this film, he's mine.

Or I won't be so chill.

Fucking number one

I'm here for a face-off

I bow down to none

A mighty storm, yes, that's me

A wilful fire, I'm fiery

I'm a heat-seeking missile

There's no one else like me

They say kick this attitude

But old habits die hard

Listen up, shining stars

To what I have to say

In this big bad world

I'll be fucking number one!

Yeah, I'll be fucking number one!

You know I'm fucking number one!

I must confess,

as manager, this wrong decision.

You must star in Aaraamzade.

It's an amazing franchise, you know?

Do it.

Listen, Aasmaan.

You've got a new ad offer.

"Mansmooth."

"Hey, dude. Be cool for a--"

I'm not gonna do this. I'll look like an idiot. Take it.

-They're paying well. -Give it to someone else.

Oh gosh! Not gonna do Mansmooth either? What are you doing?

Do you have any idea what an amazing lotion it is?

Really? Do you use it?

-Yeah, probably every night. -You--

Eyes on the road!

You've no idea…

Come on.

Bhabhi, may I call you back?

It's urgent, Avtar.

Chachu, back in the game!

-Is Aasmaan around you? -Yes, Bhabhi.

Is that Mom?

-Don't tell him it's me. Please. -Why?

-Let me talk. -No! It's Bhabhi's call.

-Then give it to me. -Bobby Singh.

My friend from Ludhiana.

You don't know him. Move!

Do you have to know each and every friend of mine?

Hey, Bobby, you motherfucker!

Really, Avtar?

Tell me, Bhabhi, what is it?

I'm at the hospital.

Rajat's condition is deteriorating, Avtar.

And I might have to sell the house for his liver transplant.

Please don't tell Aasmaan.

Don't worry.

No force in this world can make Avtar Singh talk!

Your Dad is talking about selling the fucking house.

He's lost it.

What do you mean, Chachu?

Chachu, he'll sell you before he sells the house.

He can sell me if that gets him enough money to get a liver transplant.

Liver transplant?

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm calling Dad!

I promised your mother.

She'll kill me with her bare hands.

Why are they hiding this from me?

Because she doesn't want you to be upset!

Won't I be upset if Dad died?

Fuck.

Mansmooth.

Pen.

Do you have a pen?

What kind of a manager is she? She doesn't even carry a pen.

I have it.

Pen. We have a pen. We got a pen, Chachu.

Sanya, what are you doing? Hurry up.

Sorry.

A bit late. No?

Going up.

Isn't the lift a bit slow?

Time does go slow when you're embarrassed.

Sorry, I got carried away and went a little overboard the other day.

A little?

Very overboard.

But thank you for not being an asshole.

I still have time for it.

I just said sorry. Do you want me to apologise with folded hands?

Actually, yeah. That would be nice.

Sorry.

By the way, what are you doing here?

I was bored of my mansion and my Mercedes.

So I decided to go for a spin in the lift.

It's a great line. Who said it?

Some asshole.

I see you've already met.

Aasmaan, Karishma. Meet your new co-star. Come.

-Karan, when are you coming home next? -When Ajay stops being boring.

-I'm gonna tell him that. -You must.

-Good morning, sir. -Morning.

He shoves his hand into the eye socket and pulls the eyeball out!

And gives it to the lover.

It's not my usual cup of coffee.

It starts off as a regular love story.

And then it goes into this revenge, action drama.

Wow.

Sir, it's like meeting you has fulfilled my childhood dream.

Why butter me up, Aasmaan?

You've already got the film.

-Move. -Sorry, sir.

Sit down. Let's get to the point.

And the scripts.

And here's the marketing plan.

After the incident at the Roundtable,

Aasmaan and Karishma fall passionately in love.

I can already see the headlines.

Sameer's not gonna be happy.

He should've known that before dating an actress.

Anyway, after entering the industry, everyone upgrades.

Upgrade? He's my boyfriend, Karan, not an iPhone.

He's not an iPhone. Android.

And the Nokia laughs.

Anyway, chop-chop, go outta here.

And pose for the paps. I paid for them. I run the world.

-Bye, sir. -Bye, Karan.

Okay, fine.

-Karishma ma'am! Look to your left! -How did the meeting go?

It went well.

-It's a revenge-drama, love-story. -Aasmaan bhai!

-They're waiting for you. -I know.

Sir, please pose together. Together, please!

-Karishma. -Hi.

-How are you going home? Shall I drop you? -Thank you, but I'm good.

Aasmaan, Aasmaan, Aasmaan!

Sameer!

Hey, K.

This is Aasmaan. He's in the film with me.

Hi, Sameer. How are you?

-Hey, bro. What's up? -All good.

Ma'am, give us a reaction! You looked happy posing the other day.

Why the plastic surgeries if you aren't gonna give any reactions?

-How can you say that? -She's Ajay Talvar's daughter.

Quick, click a picture.

Hey! What are you doing?

Forget it, Karishma. Ignore them.

You wanted a reaction, right?

Got one?

Just sit in the car. What are you doing?

You want another one? Do you?

Karishma, get in.

Are you deaf? Sit in the fucking car!

Did you guys record it? Let's teach him a lesson.

What?

You tell me, Sameer.

I told you to get in the fucking car.

-Stop the car right now. -Just chill.

Stop the fucking--

-Pull over. -No, please.

Just calm down. I'm sorry. Okay?

Don't ever talk to me like that.

Babe.

You know it's not easy for me to share you with the world.

Even after all these years.

What do you want me to do, Sameer?

This is my work. This is my life. And I love it.

And I love you.

So, please, let's not fight, okay?

Okay.

And?

-And? -And?

You know I love you.

Too late.

The bride and the groom may start the pheras now.

-Ew! -What happened?

Yuck!

-What's wrong, Reshma? -No.

-What happened? -No.

Smooth.

Hey, dude, be smooth for a good mood.

This is so unfair.

Smooth.

Use Mansmooth lotion, or your girl might--

-Cut it. -Smooth.

Are you crazy? I'm damn happy that you said yes.

Aamir and Rajamouli.

Two geniuses, man.

Must be having a deep creative conversation.

It's a very fundamental question.

Idli… Idli-sambhar or vada-pav?

Is that even a question?

It's vada-pav. The whole world knows it.

Shot-taking, filmmaking.

You have idli on one side and vada-pav on this side,

and the light hits from there.

Sir, even if you look at it from that point of view, it's idli-sambhar.

Did he just say "idli"?

Italy.

They are talking about shooting in Italy.

Have you ever travelled to Pune?

Sir, in Pune, they have the best idli-sambhar.

Sir, I'm telling you, the best idli-sambhar.

-I hope no one hears you. -Why?

-Texture-- -But--

-Excuse me, sir. The shot is ready. -Yeah. Coming.

The conversation's not over. This doesn't mean we're agreeing.

-No, no… -It is vada-pav.

Yes-- No, sir, we'll continue this discussion.

It is VP.

-Let's go say hi. -You know him? "Let's go say hi."

-Hey, Revolver. Come here. -Me?

Idli or vada-pav?

Don't think. Idli-sambhar or vada-pav?

Vada-pav.

Jeez, man.

Idli-sambhar, sir.

-Get lost! -Idli-sambhar, sir.

Get lost!

-Why didn't you say "idli"? -How could I know idli-sambhar…

-Hey, buddy! Come here. -…or vada-pav?

Idli-sambhar or vada-pav?

There you are.

You have to leave for the airport. You have five minutes.

I know, guys.

Chachu, had lunch yet?

I had it packed too.

-When are you back from Delhi? -What can I say?

-Here. -What's this?

Present.

-Cash? -It'll save some tax.

More money for your father.

You're the best.

-Really. -Okay, go, go.

-Aasmaan, listen to this. -Okay.

WhatsApp it to him. He'll listen to it on the flight.

-It'll take two minutes. -It's Chachu's comeback. I wanna hear it.

-Late-- -We wanna listen to it. Please sit.

-Yes. -Here you go.

Nice start, huh?

You've no idea

What my intentions were

The world disliked me

And I disliked the world

Listen to this.

Hey, you've no idea…

Excuse me, sir, Badshah sir is here to see you.

Fuck. Did he have to come now?

Hi, Badshah bhai. Hi. Big fan.

-Buddy, I'm your fan. -Come on.

Revolver killed it.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Just dropped by to say hi. Shoot's going on. My shot's ready.

-Okay. -I'll get going.

Thank you for switching off that song.

My ears were fucking bleeding.

-Gotta take care of these bad boys, man. -Right.

Badshah bhai, that's my chacha.

-Chachu, Badshah bhai. -Namaste, Uncle.

Hey, how are you?

-I'm good. How are you? -Very well.

Hey.

-I'll get going, okay? See you. -Okay.

-Badshah, my ass. -Did you say something?

-No… -Yes!

Abbi is still your manager, right?

-You know him? -Of course.

I'll call him and set something up.

-Yes. Absolutely. -Let's collaborate, right?

-Bye. -Bye.

-Namaste, Uncle. -Namaste.

Let's collaborate.

Update your playlist.

Even my grandma doesn't listen to such ancient songs.

Come on, man.

-See you. All the best. Killing it. -See you. Thanks.

Come on, man. Come on.

Bye!

Chachu, how could you say that to him?

The three of you should crawl up his ass.

Leave for the airport. You'll be late for the flight.

Chachu, I loved your music.

-And you were right. Badshah, my ass-- -Shut up.

Come on, Parvaiz.

Yeah.

-Okay, Chachu, bye. -Bye.

Have a safe flight, guys.

Avtar ji, maybe it'll sound even better if--

Are you also trying to teach me?

Huh?

One song doesn't go well, and all of you are out to teach me.

Here…

I was just…

Aasmaan? Really?

Yeah. Even I thought we needed a bigger star.

But then I saw their chemistry. Fucking unreal.

You mean the Roundtable?

You won't get it, Ajay. Love-hate. Hate-love. That's chemistry.

Fuck chemistry, man.

This is my daughter's first film. Think about the box office.

You know Ranveer is the right choice.

You really think Ajay Talvar's daughter needs Ranveer Singh to get an opening?

So, you're gonna make a 100-crore film with two newcomers?

Have you lost it?

It's a big gamble, Karan.

Yeah, it's a gamble.

But this is a Karan Johar film.

And I'm betting on myself.

So, you won't listen to me.

Ajay, you know how much I love outsiders.

Fucking bitch.

Listen, come fast. My parents are dipping. We'll smoke one.

Hey, I have everything, no?

Shut up, asshole.

Ma'am. Dolce black or Gucci black?

Pack them both, Pushpa. Put them in my suitcase. Quick.

Okay, ma'am.

Shaumik, I'm not gonna tell you this one more time. Go and pack.

I told you I'm not going.

I don't care if he's getting a Padma Bhoosh-whatever.

I'm not going. I'm not gonna come.

Fine, don't come.

Please don't do me any favours.

-Ajay, just relax. -No, Anu.

He doesn't have to come.

Fine. Fine, I'll come.

Speaking Hindi and all.

-What did Karan say? -He finalised that newcomer.

That shameless Aasmaan? Instead of Ranveer?

Do you think she should even do this film?

Honestly, Anu, I don't think so.

It's Karan's film, guys.

It's a great script.

And Aasmaan's film just killed at the box office.

I am doing this film.

-You guys can't keep telling me-- -Okay, okay.

No need to get so worked up.

You mum and I were just discussing.

I mean, it's your future.

Yeah, but when you go for the workshop, you're taking Sukhi with you.

I won't.

Dad, he's too noticeable.

Karishma, no discussion.

Mumma, I can't find my underwear again!

-Just wear diapers. -"Just wear diapers."

It was one time, okay?

No, it wasn't.

Must be these servants.

They steal everything, man.

Why do they have to be so fucking poor?

-Pushpa! -Yes?

Fuck!

Coming!

Where's my underwear?

Underwear! What are you looking down for?

Asshole.

All okay, right?

Look, Ajay Talvar!

Sir! Hello, sir!

Sir, hello!

Sir!

-"Hello, sir!" -Are you mad?

What happened?

It's Freddy. I've already turned him down umpteen times.

He's still after me to do Sailab 2.

It's okay. Relax.

Don't worry, it'll get sorted.

Yeah, but he doesn't stop calling, man.

Good evening, sir.

I'm sorry to inform you but there's been a 40-minute delay.

We should've just flown private.

Dad, I'm gonna check out duty-free. Do any of you wanna come?

-Just take Sukhi with you. -Yeah.

You wanna come?

Duty-free is for servants.

Aasmaan?

-Are you stalking me? -How did you know?

What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for my train.

Very funny.

And you? Where are you going?

Delhi. My dad's getting a Padma Bhushan.

So, we're all going there. Moral support.

And you?

My Dad's getting a new liver.

So, I'm going home.

Life support.

Shit, I'm so sorry.

-Please let me know if you need anything. -Thank you.

Actually, I should be thanking you.

Why?

That pap thing at Dharma.

I just wanted to thank…

Are you crazy? It's no big deal.

I would've done that if it were my mom or sister.

Am I like your mom or sister?

Sorry, my mom is much prettier than you.

And feel free to tie a rakhi.

I have a brother and he's enough.

Jet flight 6W21 to Delhi is ready for departure.

That's me.

-See you later. -Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

Are you buying that?

Are you crazy?

It costs 18,000.

Bye.

-Madam, do you like it? -What?

Perfume. Shall I get it packed?

No. Let's go.

Have some curd with khichdi.

Hey, why haven't you eaten anything yet?

What are you doing? Please have it, Rajat.

I'm not hungry, Neeta.

What do you mean you are not hungry? Give it to me. Eat up.

Who visits at this hour?

I'll get the door. You keep eating.

Aasmaan? What are you doing here?

-Okay, I'll go back, then. -Hey. Come in.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

-How are you? -I'm fine too.

-And where's Dad? -He's in there. Go on.

Dad.

-What are you doing here? -Well, I was missing you both.

-How are you? -I'm good.

Well, well, you look fit.

It's the magic of your mom's khichdi.

-Then eat up. -Wow. You made khichdi today?

-I'll get some too. -Don't put your hands in the pot!

-It's there. I'll get it myself. -Wait.

-Did you come starving from Bombay? -I can take it myself.

I'll serve it for you, Aasmaan. Wait.

Mom.

What is this?

Aasmaan, so much money?

This…

This homemade khichdi, I mean…

I didn't miss it at all.

-Really? Keep quiet and eat up. -Yapping as usual.

Well, I won't be able to come home this Diwali.

Why? Everyone's coming over this year and you won't?

I'll be busy shooting for Karan Johar's film.

Did you get the film?

I did!

When does the shoot start?

In about one and a half months.

-Will there be an outdoor shoot? -I'm sure, it's a Karan Johar film.

-Who's the heroine? -Karishma.

-Karishma Talvar? -Come on, Dad.

Couldn't it be Katrina?

I'll do the next one with her.

You're acting in these big films,

and I'm eating khichdi here.

I don't want to eat this.

Mom, we're going for a walk.

-Let's go. -It's good though.

Bye, Mom.

I'm yet to complete my 10,000 steps.

Mishra ji!

-There you are! You made us proud! -Thanks to your good wishes.

Please come.

I still have the chewing gum you liked as a little boy.

Not this. Today…

Come on now.

What are you doing? Have you started smoking?

And I'll start drinking and doing drugs from tomorrow.

But I won't tell you. I don't want you to worry.

How can I not worry?

Then why did you think I won't worry?

Dad, I know about your illness.

You crafty little…

Promise me you won't hide anything again.

Promise. I promise!

Now give me the cigarette.

-Give it to me. -Okay.

Wait a second.

Hi, Freddy sir.

No, sir, I'm visiting my parents in Delhi.

Dad's not feeling well…

No, sir, he's fine now. He's good.

Right now?

Okay, sir. I'll be there. Soon.

In Film City, right?

Okay, sir. Okay.

Sorry, Dad, I have to go.

Freddy is a nutcase. Makes everyone dance to his tunes.

It's okay, son.

Go on.

But remember, there are a lot of people in this world

who'll try to bring you down.

But always remember,

that we may break,

but we will never bow down.

And if you ever find yourself in that situation,

raise your head, look up,

and remember who you are.

Aasmaan.

Wow, what a dialogue!

You should be in the movies.

Yes, sir, the set is ready. It just needs some paint.

It should've been done by now.

Wasn't this room supposed to be blue?

Why is it pink?

Fuchsia, you mean? But I get it.

Trust me, Freddy, this just suits the mood of the room better, you know?

It's a boy's room.

Yeah. And it's the 21st century.

Gender norms are so passé, and I think that you should--

Do I pay you to think?

As a matter of fact, sir, you do actually.

A film is a collaborative effort.

Not my films.

Sir, she's the new production designer. She doesn't think only, before she speaks.

But she just told me that I paid her to think.

That's what you said, right?

Fatty.

You can't say that! It's harassment.

No.

It's the truth.

Now, paint this room blue in the next five minutes and maybe…

I'll let you keep your job.

So generous. So kind, no, sir is? Sir is so kind.

Hey!

I don't want to work for you. I fucking quit!

There's a way to talk to women.

And you, Mr.Sodawallah, have crossed all limits.

And you will pay for this. I won't spare you!

Don't you point that fucking sausage at me, woman.

Or what? What will you do, you sexist pig?

And I'm the pig?

How dare you!

You treat them as your minions, but not me. I'm not your fucking slave.

-Lower your finger. -Lower your gaze!

What are you looking at? What are you staring at?

-Don't touch me. -Or what? What will you do?

-Don't. -What will you do?

-Don't. -What will you do?

What happened? Peed your pants?

Fuck.

She's dead! She's dead, sir!

How can you kick a woman, sir? How can you kick a woman?

Because, Jeejeebhoy,

I would never raise my hand on a woman.

Aasmaan, my boy!

Come here.

Sorry I rushed you from Delhi.

Is your Dad okay?

Yes, sir. He's fine, sir. Thank you for asking.

May I ask you for a favour, Aasmaan?

She's not dead. She's breathing.

Sure, sir, tell me.

I need you for Aaraamzade.

But, sir, I'm doing Karan sir's film.

Quit it.

Come on, sir.

Are you kidding?

Sir, didn't you say the other day

that if I do Karan sir's film, my brand value will go up,

and that's good for you too.

We had that chat at your office. Right?

I launched you, right?

And now I need you.

Sir, can't we push your film a little?

I'll come to you after I wrap up Karan sir's film--

What do I tell my investors, Aasmaan?

That the boy I launched is too busy for me?

No, sir--

I'll have the script sent over to you tomorrow.

And we'll start shooting in a week.

I'll see you on set.

Sir, I can't.

Excuse me?

You gave me your word, sir.

I won't do it.

Actually, you gave me your word.

It's called a contract.

You can wave it all you like, sir.

I won't do it.

You're fucking with the wrong guy, Aasmaan.

I made you. I'll finish you!

I'll fucking destroy you!

You and your entire family.

Come on.

Think about your dad.

Join hands with me.

And we'll forget this ever happened.

But first, say sorry.

Sorry.

Bastard!

You're lucky, sir.

I would never raise my hand on a woman either.

What the fuck are you all looking at?

Fuck!

Subtitle translation by: Sheela Sijin Mathews