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Sir, you know what? I have decided on my dream.

That's nice. Will you tell me about it?

Sir, I want to be a hero when I grow up.

I will take my mom to watch a film at the movie theatre.

Very good.

Protect your dream.

It won't be easy.

Be a hero in a film but be the hero...

Like our poem.

-That poem? Okay. -Be like that.

You want to be a hero, Prashant.

You always keep one shoelace open, don't you?

I will keep it untied too. Okay?

This untied shoelace. Just for you.

Don't tie it no matter who tells you to tie it up.

Okay? If you feel like it, then do it. If you're keen on it. Okay?

But this untied shoelace is a reminder to you.

No matter what you do, it's all only up to you.

See?

Like this is my reminder.

-Different socks. -Yes. Haven't you seen it before?

That was the last time I saw Sumit sir.

A new teacher came for the next music class.

Some kids said Sumit sir was taken away by the cops.

A video of him getting a child

-Get up. -undressed in class went online.

Take off your belt and give it to me.

Take it off. Take off your belt.

But I know why Sumit sir was fired.

Sumit sir was fired because the school authorities

and the families were scared he would teach us to fight for our dreams.

It was so easy to say that.

Why do humans get scared?

Why does he keep thinking about fear

and die before he actually dies?

Uncle. Let's go out and talk.

Who's going to speak?

Who will speak?

Will you speak?

Will you speak?

Who are you?

You fucktard.

Who are you anyway, vermin?

Guys like you come to my house and wipe

the poop of my 2-year-old grandson.

Are you going to speak?

-Dagar. -Yes.

Get his father to sit there!

If you touch him,

I will tear your arm off with my foot planted on your chest.

Send him peacefully then.

Jimmy.

Wait.

-Dagar. -Yes?

Grab his hair and make him sit down.

Stop! What are you doing? Stop! Stop!

Whoa. What are you doing? What is this? Let go.

Hey. Stop.

-Dagar. Sit. -Yes.

-We had a bet for 500 each at the office, right? -Yes.

-Who slaps harder? -Yes.

Come on, let's complete that bet.

The one who slaps him and knocks him out

will win the bet. Go on, Dagar.

Your chance first.

Uncle, anyone who touches him first, I swear.

I will chop their hands off, fucker!

-Jayprakash. -Yes?

Hit him whenever he speaks up. Go on.

Stop it.

Lower your hands.

Lower your hands!

-Dagar. -Yes.

Will you do something or should I do a walkover?

Oh man. Grab his hands from the back.

Dagar, you said he would die if you slapped him once.

So, Mehta?

Did anything happen when he slapped you?

Nothing happened, right?

-Dagar. -Yes. You're not eating well.

Listen. My palm will imprint on his face

once I slap him. Okay then.

-Next time. -He won't survive my slap the next time.

Don't do it, uncle.

Motherfucking uncle! Don't do this.

You said he'd die if he was slapped once.

He's still standing.

Mehta.

I have been humiliating you for so many years.

But it's never fucking enough.

I always feel I've not done enough.

My sister loved you so much.

She gave you kids.

Fucker! What did you give her?

Sickness? Of paupers?

You killed her in a pauper's hospital.

-Dagar. -Yes.

Hit him again!

Game over.

Okay. Check once.

The man is nearly dead.

Prashant.

Prashant, actually, I was about to call you.

Actually, I didn't know if you

wanted to act full-time.

Is that so?

-So then? -So then it would be difficult, Prashant.

If both of us were acting full-time, it would create financial problems.

I agree with that.

Listen to me, Prashant. I am thinking only practically.

And you wish to go to Mumbai, right?

I don't want to go there.

I feel scared. I get lost in a tiny theatre out here.

Out there in Mumbai amidst thousands of actors.

You think about it too.

About going to Mumbai.

I just want to give you some advice as a friend.

Jugli jugli jhul jhula.

Jugli jugli jus.

Jugli jugli jhul jhula. Jugli jugli jus.

Good night, friend.

Now, you can go and think.

If I wasn't afraid of imaginary ghosts

all my life,

God, would I have lived a life of fulfilment?

God, would I have died in peace?

So, pup. Did you enjoy that?

I really had a good time.

Now, you cut this deal.

Or cut another deal. I won't say a word.

But if I find out,

then I will come back

to your father to settle the score.

Hello!

Go out.

Get out!

Your dad told me what the doctor said.

It's not worth living a life

which is so miserable. Right?

I have a play after a few days.

It's a lead role.

And you must come.

I'll have to return my commission?

They asked for 2 crores as bribes or they will send a legal notice.

Listen, we sold 14 flats.

We got 1 crore 40 lacs as my commission and 70 lacs as your commission.

That makes 2 crores 10 lacs. You can keep 10 lacs that's extra.

How do I know if they asked for 2 crores as a bribe?

It's possible they asked only for 60.

You may be keeping your entire commission.

Darn you.

I am not a beggar like you.

Fucker, both the deals you got are conflict-ridden.

Give back your money without any fuss.

Or I will tell them that one of my employees

as in you, was in cahoots with the builder.

You got the plans too, right?

So, you will go to prison. Then the court will get 2 crores from you.

Okay. I will give it back.

Do you think anyone from here

has told the department which builder's flats we are selling?

Who would tell from here?

Everyone was getting commissions out of it.

Yes! That fucking uncle of yours can tell.

But who told uncle this kind of deal is going on in the company?

Listen, you have to be a normal salesman

and employee and stay on here. Stay if you can do that.

Otherwise, I will start finding your replacement.

Son, the child is the greatest pride of a father.

His child also disgraces the father most.

Game over.

Everyone says the deal with the builder is off.

You get to keep the commission you earned.

To hell with the commission.

The construction will halt mid-way. The clients won't get their homes.

Did you know this?

Yes, I knew this.

Then why did you lie to me saying this is a clean deal?

Because I would have benefited this time.

Fucker, you lied for your own benefit.

-Get it? -My benefit?

-6 lacs. Yes. -After ruining the homes of 3 families,

6 lacs.

Do you think that I will take that money home?

I will return it to my clients.

You will have to return your commission too.

My commission?

You know those government pimps came along earlier.

They have devoured my commission as a bribe and Shishir is involved.

The commission is gone.

So, you will get my client's money from the builder?

Brother, nobody will get anything now.

Don't loom over me now.

You know I used to wonder

what the insurance broker

who sold the wrong insurance plan to my parents must feel.

I bet he felt bad thinking about it.

I bet it hassled him.

It seems to me having seen you it doesn't

matter to him having ruined so many lives.

Ruining their lives?

Who is doing well in life anyway?

I am despicable and my life is ruined.

You are a good, decent boy and your life is ruined.

Uncle Grover is the worst of all. His knees were crushed to pieces.

Your parents, my parents. Everyone is doomed, brother.

Do you know who is having a blast in life?

That builder.

The government pimps.

Motherfucking uncle, Shishir, the rascal and the guys on top are doing well.

You and I may do our best to become pimps.

We will never get over their power.

Once one is born poor, a rabbit can eat all the meat it wants

but it won't transform into a bear.

I am not a rabbit. I don't want to be a bear.

It's not up to you and me, brother.

But we are amongst that lot.

We have willpower.

Do you know what you think?

That you have only two choices.

Be a rabbit or a bear.

But there is no choice between these two.

Eat or be eaten, win or lose.

What choice does one have then?

There's one choice.

Which is yours no matter where you are born.

No matter where you are.

Be it, a millionaire or a beggar.

Are you winning or keep losing?

The choice is in being or not being a hero.

A hero who is a pauper who keeps losing?

What kind of hero is that, buddy?

What kind of hero is that?

Brother, tell me. Who is the hero today?

I don't know martial arts.

I don't know how to speak like a spiel master.

But I can't watch bad things being done.

If I know the truth, I can't lie.

Who is he?

He's the hero.

I am not scared.

The world may ridicule me.

It may be angry with me and not speak to me.

I am not scared of dying either.

Who the heck survives this life anyway?

Who is he?

He's the hero.

I fear the fact

that fear and exhaustion

and the idea of doing the easy thing and taking it easy

or getting misled by self-pity

and getting jealous of someone's success

could make me give up on my dreams.

Who is he?

He is the hero.

I swear I will not shed tears over my fate for a single moment.

I will not lose a moment in sighing over what-ifs.

I will daily yank away forcibly from fate that which is mine.

But how will I ever sleep, dear God, if I take another's right?

I do adore living the life of a poet.

But I have also learnt that

the one who fights will shoot a cannonball into my chest.

I don't want to be rich.

I don't want to be a king.

I don't want to be famous.

These hollow and narrow social norms

are far away from me.

I don't wish to be called the hero.

He's the one.

He's the hero.

Buddy, I can't be this kind of hero.

Because I want to be a king, brother.

I want to be wealthy.

From this point

to the point when you become a king,

if you live like a hero,

then it's quite okay if you become the king, brother.

What is wrong is doing anything possible to be the king.

How can you speak like an absolute fucktard, man?

I will do something

that you can be proud of.

Varun, what is it? We are waiting for you.

A gunshot will be heard at this point. Let's hear it.

Yes, this is it. Mr. Prashant.

All the lights are turned off at this point

and a single light will glow. This baby here via the FOH.

Okay. Yes, okay. Let's begin.

Panditji, can we take five, like?

How about a small break?

Yes, yes, of course. We'll all take a break after this run-through.

Everyone will get a 10-minute break.

No, I just need it right now. I need a cigarette. So...

I just need to centre myself, so...

I'll see you in five. Just...

Let's go then. All of you can also take a 10-minute break.

Let's go.

He's turned the theatre into his home.

Panditji is also behaving this way for the very first time.

He's as deferential as he would-be to a would be son-in-law.

It's too warm.

Brother.

Hello, brother.

Which movie is going on in your head?

Tell me about that too.

You didn't come back to handle backstage stuff.

I was thinking of telling you about it.

You will find it strange to hear about it.

Brother, I am doing backstage to learn Samarth's cues and marks.

Okay.

-Then what? -Then

on the day of the performance,

I will get him kidnapped.

I see.

-Then what? -We will lock him up for some time.

The performance will take place.

Samarth won't be around.

I will replace him.

Mom will watch the performance.

Then we will release him.

I see.

Who will release him?

You and who?

Brother.

I need someone else.

I can't do this alone.

So...

-Can you... -Oh whoa, buddy.

Are we goons or something?

We will kidnap someone.

We will hold him captive. We will release him then.

Where did all this illegal stuff come from, brother?

Chauhan.

I want my mother to see me on the stage

performing this role.

Do you have any other plans?

You can tell me.

Okay, let's say we kidnap him.

Mother will watch your performance. Then what?

If it is revealed that you got it done and it will happen,

your acting career will end.

Then you can run the Tihar Theatre Society in prison.

Prashant, we promised Sumit sir that

we may not become heroes of any other kind but we would be his kind of a hero.

What has happened now?

I searched for a job too, brother.

Where I could earn an honest living

without lying to anyone.

That too in a financial advisory

where the world is stealing from everyone in the world.

Be patient.

You'll figure a way out too.

Can I say something, Chauhan?

If I have to kidnap him

just to reclaim my rights,

it would be legally wrong.

But it would not be wrong

as per the definition of Sumit sir's hero.

-Can you get me one as well? -Yeah. Wait.

Sir, that's why I feel we should have review meetings twice a day.

Once when we come in before noon.

And once at 7 pm right before we go.

That will lead to an increase in the team's productivity...

Brother.

I wanted to tell you something.

Do you want to earn 20 crores?

Do you have any problem, buddy?

Up there. Any mental issues?

I told you. No more of your schemes.

Sir, let's go upstairs.

Let's go.

Where's my phone?

I kept it right here. Check where my phone is.

Listen to me and I will return it to you.

You punk. You are such an illegal miscreant.

It seems to me even if I listen to you, I will go to prison for seven years.

Or some goon will come and shoot me.

-Brother, I've given up illegal things. -Be quiet. Give me my phone.

I have given up on illegal things, brother.

I swear on my mother.

What I am going to tell you is called insider information.

Brother, it's the kind of information that hasn't come out

in the market. But if we capitalize on it in time,

then did I mention 20 crores? I mentioned too little.

Brother, 40 crores, 60 crores, 90 crores.

It seems from the look on your face you've understood.

Even if I give back the phone, you will not leave before you hear me out.

Okay, let's talk in private.

Brother, a government depot is coming up in sector 110 of Gurgaon.

This depot will be connected

to the old railway line with a newly constructed railway line.

But this news isn't official yet.

As soon as it is official,

the government will start acquiring all the land

near the new railway line.

The land price is 10 to 30 lacs per acre.

But the government

will be paying 9 crores per acre.

So, anyone who has this land... As in if we have this land,

our profit from it

will be 8 crores plus per acre.

But can you vouch for the information?

There's a tiny problem.

A tiny one.

The source is solid but isn't confirmed.

The Home Minister's nephew is my coke buddy.

He purchased 20 acres out here personally.

But if this solid source has to be confirmed,

there is one man who can do it.

Uncle.

I will throw you out of the window now, not just my office.

Don't tell me about anything with the vaguest connection to your uncle.

Okay? Don't even fucking think in my vicinity, okay?

I have my lighter and my phone.

This conversation ends here.

Do you have your wallet?

It was in my bag. Did you swipe it from my bag?

Brother, I'm kidding. Relax.

Try to understand what I am saying.

Brother.

Uncle has issues when we take something from him.

We are giving him something here.

Information that he can make use of.

But before investing, uncle will confirm.

He has contacts at the CM office.

When he gets confirmation from there, he will invest in it.

If he invests,

then we will know

that the information is confirmed.

Who will tell him though?

-Will you tell him? -No, I won't tell him.

But there is someone in our office.

He will tell uncle for sure if he finds out.

What?

-Uncle. We took care of it, right? -Yes.

What happened then?

How did uncle know?

I got hold of the recording

from the CCTV camera

from the building across uncle's office.

A man came over.

Then your uncle

came directly to thrash me.

And then

he went to your dad.

Brother Jimmy.

Your uncle thrashed me to near death.

He smashed both my knees.

But now, we will not tell Nikhil we know.

That's the only way he will tell uncle about this.

Why the fuck is he doing this?

Because all the pimps

hate my guts.

I work hard and move ahead.

They drag me back by defaming me. But they were riding roughshod over me.

They will pay for it now.

Nikhil!

Rajkumar has shared some very important information.

I was just telling him we should also have Nikhil in on it. Right?

He can make some profit from it too if he chooses to use it.

I mean, after all, he is my most beloved,

most committed and sincere salesman, right?

So, Rajkumar, go ahead.

Listen.

Get me a cup of tea. I've got a headache. We'll start then.

What?

Go and fetch it yourself.

-What? -Just go and get it yourself, okay?

Two bosses are discussing crores here.

Employee.

Will the boss go and fetch tea?

When did you become the boss?

You're just a bloody scammer, okay?

Sir, will you convince him? Or should I convince him my way?

It's nothing. Just go and get it.

Listen.

Stand behind me and give me a head rub. Then I'll begin.

Sir, he has to be out of his mind.

Do it.

I am sorry, sir. I can't do this.

Can't do this?

Nothing is impossible, Nikhil.

Just believe in yourself.

You can do it.

With all due respect, sir.

We are professionals. I won't do this.

Why not? Why?

Does it hurt your self-respect?

When my dad was...

Come on. Give me a head rub.

I'll give you a tip worth crores in return.

Come along.

It's okay. Do it.

You've pressed my feet tons of times.

Not on the ear. At the back.

So, the tip...

A new depot is coming up in sector 110 in Gurgaon.

This depot...

Will be connected to the old railway line with a new railway line.

Before this information goes public, Jimmy and Shishir want to buy this land.

Later, they will sell it back to the government.

Is that so?

So, the pauper's kids will become investors now.

Anyway, forget about all that.

Just focus on

-doing whatever I told you. -Yes, sir.

I will pass on all the details of the locked deals to you.

Exactly what they did to you,

we do to them, sir.

Give them a taste of their own medicine.

Do you hear that, Sonu?

That's what English medium is all about.

Okay. Keep it up.

-Talk to you soon. -Okay, sir. Good night.

-Singh. -Yes.

Just find out from Chandigarh

if this information is worth anything or not.

Okay, sir.

I have to go to Chandigarh to give sweets to J P.

I can find out about this too.

Okay.

-Let's do it from the top. -Yes.

-Can you cue me at least? -Cue.

-Look at this once. -What the fuck is he doing?

You look. You're the one giving the cues.

Panditji has called you into his room.

-Why? What is it? -Give the cue.

I don't know. He just told me to send you in.

You went in yourself to meet Panditji, right?

If I wasn't afraid...

-Just go and meet him once. -Of imaginary ghosts

-We will talk later. Go on. -Oh God.

Would I have lived... What?

Please come, Prashant. Please sit down.

I called you to tell you that

Samarth didn't get selected

because of that envelope.

I wanted to tell you about this.

Yes, his father paid me.

But as a sponsor. It's not a bribe.

But your illegal idea that it would be okay to abduct him

since he got this role by paying a bribe, then you are mistaken.

Right?

Panditji.

You can call it anything you want to console yourself.

Sponsorship or bribery.

The truth was revealed to me the very day

you selected Samarth even after the audition.

No! Samarth wasn't selected.

He was selected because you weren't selected.

Let me explain.

See. I wrote this play about 25 years ago.

Do you know I have two endings for it?

25 years ago, when this drama was written, the last scene

featured the main character, soldier Ravi,

going after his comrades to save them.

Although death is certain.

He has a monologue at that point.

A person who has that conversation with himself is one who

has conquered his fear.

But in the past

for the longest time, I didn't find any actor

who would bring those dialogues to life.

They are filled with the deepest emotions. So, for the past 25 years,

I have held back the original ending.

For 25 years, soldier Ravi

has been portrayed as a deserter and a coward.

Actually, I didn't want that.

Then you came along to Satyanveshi.

I saw the soldier Ravi in you.

The truth of his life was the conquest over fear.

For some reason, it was there in you.

I made up my mind

the original ending of the play would fit with you.

I took on the play again.

But the other side of that indefatigable spirit

was you would keep battling with your duties towards your mother.

You would be true to that too.

You would struggle in the wish to perform it

with your job, your boss, money, the play, Panditji, all of it.

The thought of that scared me.

I have changed the ending but the one I changed it for

may not have the time to do it.

That's why

the decision was only

about not casting you.

I know

that Samarth is way inferior to you in terms of craft.

But he is second in line.

Since you're out, that ending is out.

Soldier Ravi was a coward and a deserter again.

-I would live in peace. -Sorry, brother.

I had to tell him.

I couldn't let you go to prison.

But, Panditji,

if you chose Samarth only because of his craft,

then why are you putting up

with his behaviour?

It's not so easy to run a theatre.

A play's success depends on the number of shows it runs.

If his father

is willing to sponsor the next 50 shows of this play,

then how does it matter as long as my play isn't harmed?

-Panditji. -Yes.

I hope

Samarth won't be the reason

for you to make compromises

as a writer and director.

And if you're compelled to,

I'll feel very bad.

No sponsorship is above my play.

I won't let that happen.

Chauhan.

Panditji changed the ending of the play

when I came in.

But now, once again,

he has changed it to the old one.

After Samarth came back.

Read the line again. It says he lived with fulfilment.

Do you know why?

That surely is mysterious. Nobody knows the reason I'm sure.

Perhaps, even Samarth doesn't know.

But what if

he knew?

-What about it? -What would happen?

What will happen?

Whatever happens

will be entertaining.

Who is your uncle's inside man at the CM's office?

Brother, the CM's office approves several orders on a day-to-day basis.

Once the CM approves it, it goes to his PA.

Then the PA takes these orders to JP.

JP, the Junior Programmer.

Think of him as a computer operator.

This JP makes digital copies of all the orders.

And then forwards it to the respective departments.

But this JP

has very strong connections with real estate people.

You know why? Because this JP, in exchange for money,

clicks photos of these orders and sells them to the real estate guys.

However,

this very same connection is what the real estate guys have

with the CM's PA as well.

Brother, a CM's PA is a treasure house of insider information.

Information which is yet to reach the market.

The PA is my uncle's inside man at the CM's office.

Mr. Kukreja has sent sweets for you.

-I'll come over in the evening. -Listen, Manish.

I wanted to know something.

Is some new government depot coming up in Gurgaon?

I hear new railway tracks will be laid for it.

Nothing that I know of till now.

Not sure if it may be in the future.

-Who told you anyway? -The news has come via some people.

CM to HM and from the HM to his relative.

Well, can't ask the CM about it for sure.

What about his PA?

Do something. See if you can get him talking.

-I'll try. -Mr. Kukreja, this JP knows nothing.

I've told him to find out whatever he can.

Look, Singh. It's a rumour.

Let it stay as a rumour.

Let's not break our heads over what that scrounger Jimmy says.

-Did you give him the sweets? -I'll give it when he meets me later.

This is four kilos of milk cake.

Eight milk cakes of 500 gms each.

I spoke to the PA.

I see. What did he say?

I asked him casually.

If a new depot was going to come up in Gurgaon.

At first, he looked shocked.

Then he said,

get some offering and we'll talk.

It means something is certainly on the cards.

-How much offering is he expecting? -Fifteen at least.

-How much does he want? -The JP says, twenty for sure.

Say yes.

But tell him that

we need all the information.

Drawn out on a map.

The location of the depot, the position of the tracks,

-everything. -Okay.

Why did you say twenty?

Fifteen for the PA.

Two and a half for you.

Two and a half for me.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

I'll get all the details.

It was so easy to say.

Why does man fear at all?

Drowning in fearful thoughts,

why does he die even before his death?

Please bear in mind that acting and technicalities must go hand in hand.

Your spotlight is on the centre stage.

But you're moving away from your mark into darkness.

What's the use? Nobody will be able to see you.

Sorry. Sorry, sir.

Why not take a break now?

I'll just quickly take a break, okay. Bye.

You crib so much, honestly.

Not being able to clear any auditions doesn't mean acting is the only option.

There is so much more you can do in theatre.

There's set design. There's costume design.

And you're a girl. Costume design will be perfect for you, you know.

What?

-Nothing. -Samarth.

Do you have two minutes?

I'm here to make a request.

Not again, man.

You're back again, you beggar.

Please let me have the role. I want to show it to my mom. I won't. All right?

Go and first fix your shitty acting skills.

I need to talk to you about the play.

I think that our play is getting compromised because of you.

Me?

Go on.

You might get offended if I say it in front of everybody.

Listen, man. Say what you have to or just leave. Don't annoy me. Got it?

Bro.

Don't you think people have been giving you

weird looks for the past few days?

No.

Nevermind.

Now, when I tell you what I'm here to tell you,

perhaps, you will get thinking.

So, bro, when I was doing the lead role,

the character was a soldier, a brave soldier.

Who fought for his fellow soldiers.

Ever since you came,

the same soldier has become a coward and fugitive.

Why?

It's a creative decision. Panditji must have thought it was a better ending.

Panditji must have thought so? Really?

All of a sudden? Ever since you got selected?

That too about changing an ending that he rewrote again after 25 years?

The original ending of the play.

Look, I don't understand any of this.

Just tell me what's the request.

Samarth, everybody knows.

Be it any role, Panditji always

gives it to an actor

who resembles that character or is somewhat close to it.

When I was playing Soldier Ravi,

that soldier was a brave soldier then.

But when Panditji had to select you,

he changed the same brave soldier into a coward and fugitive.

It means he must have surely seen some traits in you

that made him feel you could play the role of a coward and fugitive well.

Everybody here is aware of it.

Your friends too.

They just don't say it.

So, bro, I'm here to request you

to please go and speak to Panditji.

Convince him.

That you too can play the role of a brave soldier very well.

You are the reason he changed such a good ending to the play.

I feel very bad about it.

And so should you.

What an asshole.

Do any of you feel that he has been mentally imbalanced for a few days?

You're right.

Bro, I think you should talk to Panditji once.

Whatever the reason but

the previous ending was certainly better. No doubt.

I disagree with you.

This ending is definitely better.

And who says that the hero should always be valiant?

That is so cliched.

This one is so much closer to the truth.

What do you think, Anjali?

Yeah,

right.

Of course.

Twenty lacs for this fucking drawing on paper?

Mr. Kukreja, the official order is not yet ready.

But we still have this information.

If he clicks a photo of the order for us

and that photo gets leaked out,

then the PA will be in deep shit.

Don't you see that Jimmy also gave us the same information?

So, the PA hasn't just scribbled some gibberish.

Now that the sweets are so much in demand,

buyers certainly must be lining up outside the shop.

Let's check out the shop.

I'll get you the land for sure, sir. Tell me, how much do you wish to buy?

Around 20 acres for a farmhouse, that's all.

But here's what I'm curious about.

Will it even be profitable for me?

I mean, do you even have any buyers for land in this place?

Sir, let me be honest with you.

Earlier, there weren't many.

But over the past two weeks, buyers have been showing a lot of interest.

And we're flooded with enquiries for land from here up to Sector 110.

Something big is going to happen.

People have already started buying. The rates will go up drastically now.

Singh, look for a land

and get it registered at the earliest.

I just received a text message.

The rate has gone up from 10 to 30 lacs in the nearby village

in such a short time.

Try to bargain as much as you can.

But keep buying.

Once we get the nine crores, we'll recover it all.

Jimmy, my boy.

You've got your uncle a jackpot.

I have confirm news from three dealers.

Uncle is on a buying spree.

Brother.

Pour in your money.

No.

Nope.

I think that it's too late for us now.

A lot of land must have already been sold

and the rates must have skyrocketed.

Surely a lot of land must have been sold.

But not the 14-km stretch that we want.

Only cheaper land has been sold as of now.

Brother, say you buy it for 50 lacs or even one crore rupees an acre,

the government will give 9 crores an acre.

Even then you will profit by eight crores.

How many acres are you buying?

Brother, where do I have the money to invest?

Whatever I earned

got spent on the bribe.

I was thinking, what if I could get

10 percent of your profit?

Ten percent.

-Five. Five percent. -Can we make it 7.5, brother?

How about I make it 3.5?

Five it is.

It's a deal then.

It's a deal.

Buddy, give me one cigarette.

Money?

Mister, money.

-Money? -For the cigarette.

How much?

I have

30 crore rupees lying around.

30 crores? Oh, my God.

And I can't even move my fingers now.

Soldier, soldier!

Pick up your gun and go to your fellow soldier.

Soldier.

Many of my fellow soldiers got killed today.

And many more will be killed.

But before they die,

their dead dreams will appear before them.

No, no. Stop right there.

Samarth, why are you saying lines from the old script?

Your line is,

calling out to the Almighty was so easy...

Try to recall it. Come on.

Panditji, well,

I was thinking let's try it out once.

-Try what? -This old ending. Let's try it once.

-Why? -It's a better ending. I can justify it

because in real life too, this is how I am.

-Bold and fearless. So... -No, Samarth. Stick to the script.

All right? Do you remember your lines? If not, take some time. No issues.

Panditji, I know my lines.

But I was just thinking that in this ending, the character I play

will go after his fellow soldiers

and fight with them. I think that's the right ending for this play.

No, no, listen. I will decide what's right and what's wrong.

Let's not argue about it and let's start the rehearsal.

As per the new script.

Come on.

-No. -What no?

Look, Panditji. I'm not some petty and needy actor.

-What do you mean? -I'm not obliged to obey you.

What are you trying to imply?

Well, you also need to accept certain demands of the actor.

Look here. Take all the time you want today.

Tomorrow, just let me know if you want to do this play or not. Okay?

What did you just say?

Do I want to do it or not?

-What the hell is wrong with you? -You tell me.

-What? -Do you want to do this play or not?

-What do you mean? -I am sponsoring all your shows.

And the only reason I'm here rehearsing in this two-bit theatre is

to save this play from getting screwed up by some asshole director.

-Easy, dude. Easy. -Get out I say.

-What misbehaviour is this? Get out. -Shut up.

How dare you!

Where are you going? What's happening?

What are you doing?

What is he up to?

What's going on here?

Hey.

This decision of yours

on the appropriate ending for the play,

why is it different for him and me?

When he plays Soldier Ravi, he fights.

But when I play the same role, I'm a coward and a fugitive.

-Why? -Fighting is the truth of his life.

And what about mine? Isn't it mine too?

You really think he isn't a coward?

Let me show you the truth about who is a fighter and who is a coward.

Samarth, come down immediately.

No, hold on. Let me show you.

The end that you have written for him,

I'm the one who deserves it.

More than him.

Samarth, bravery doesn't mean just hitting someone.

Bravery is much more than that. Come down right away.

Panditji.

Bravery doesn't mean only hitting someone.

But one who doesn't hit back at the right time,

he too isn't brave.

One's fight for one's dreams

is not just from here.

Leave me. Let me go. What are you doing? Leave me.

Not just from here either.

Fucking asshole actor.

It's from here too.

No, no. Prashant, don't.

Stop it. That's enough.

Prashant, that's enough.

Stop. Stop it, Prashant.

That's enough now.

Enough, Prashant. Enough.

You are dealing with the devil. No sugar, pure evil.

He is getting you your bill. Your future is downhill.

He will cook you in his kiln. Need no money.

No fame, just some legendary shit.

That's the name of the game.

So, you better sleep now. You better sleep now. You'll wake up anyhow. Coz'

when he'll come to you,

he will leave you sleepless. That is true! That is true!

-Wow! -Superb! Colonel Academy, man!

-Great! That was superb! -Well, Sonu.

How long did you take to learn this poem?

Mr. Kukreja, this isn't a poem.

This is rap. You told me the other day, didn't you?

That my father must be cursing me in heaven.

I felt really bad. So, I started practising ever since.

I've also prepared a fast English rap by Eminem.

What about work? Or is this all you're doing these days?

Of course, sir. I am always at your service.

That's good. Come, Singh.

I spoke to the JP just now.

He said that when he meets the PA today, he will find out about the order.

Tell that fucker

that Mr. Kukreja has already borrowed 40 crore rupees from the market.

And you know the interest I'm incurring?

Yes, sir. I'll follow up with him.

How about the fast English rap now, sir?

Excuse me. I'm still practising it.

It's not some regular Bollywood song. It's English rap.

Hello.

What's up, uncle?

-What do you want, you roach? -What are you doing?

You must be waiting, right?

For the government to give you billions for your crores worth of land.

And then you will shut shop and move to Australia to your elder son.

Am I right?

How much have you and your boss invested?

Even you had the information, after all.

Right, scrounger?

You both together must have bought at least one acre for sure.

You want to buy 100 acres of land?

My boy, even filthy, disgusting and god-forsaken land

which is strewn by pig shit will cost you at least ten crores.

I know, uncle.

I'm going to borrow from a financier.

If this master plan of mine works out,

then the same 10 crores will yield us a return of 25-30 crores.

But what if your master plan doesn't work out?

Then, my dear, we can bid goodbye to India

and go and get settled in Africa.

Africa would be fine, right?

Uncle.

Firstly, you better speak to me respectfully.

Who knows when you might need me.

It was your father who needed you.

When he was getting beaten black and blue.

You didn't go to his rescue then.

Well, uncle, I was thinking that

I haven't avenged his slap yet.

So, where do you want to meet?

Your office or my place to get slapped?

Listen up, you filthy, lowly, fucking cockroach...

You listen up, bastard.

The 150 acres of land that you have bought, 100 acres of that is mine.

So, 30 out of your 40 crores is with me.

And the depot you've been waiting for,

it isn't coming up in Sector 110.

That depot is going to come up in your ass.

Okay, fine. Tell me what's your master plan.

Here's my master plan.

I'll buy land worth ten crores

and sell it to my uncle for thirty crores.

But, Jimmy, why will your uncle buy 30 crores worth of land from you?

Because

the value of that land is going to increase.

And for every acre of land, we will reap huge profits.

Why even involve your uncle then?

Sell it to anyone if that's the case.

Neetu, uncle thinks that the rates will go up.

I'll be the one to give him that information.

But in reality,

the rates won't go up.

Hey, listen, my dear boy.

You know Kukreja, don't you? He's very sharp.

Every information he gets goes straight to the CM's office.

Only when it gets confirmed from there, he takes his decisions.

Exactly. This very point.

This is what we need to take advantage of.

That if it comes from the CM's office,

it has to be true.

In English, it is called authority bias.

But my friend, Manni, used to say,

the patient shoved medicines up his ass for a month.

All he was doing was just follow the doctor.

A month later, he saw the doctor and the doctor said,

why would I tell you to shove it up your ass?

When it was your ear that was in pain?

Manni.

My darling.

Missed you, man.

-Uncle, this is my childhood friend. -And my brother.

Hello.

And the new JP at the CM's office for the past six months.

Meaning

my uncle's point of contact in the CM's office to verify his information.

And

the Manni of my Master plan Money.

So, now, we just need to wait for my information

to reach my uncle so that he gets it verified

from the Chandigarh CM's office.

Listen, Manish. I wanted to know something.

Is some new government depot coming up in Gurgaon?

Till then let's talk to a couple of financiers

and decide on the land we need to buy.

Let's be prepared with all that.

As soon as Manni gives a confirmation to uncle...

Let's check out the shop.

Uncle will start scouting for land and we will start buying land.

Earlier, there weren't many. But over the past few weeks,

buyers have become very active.

And we are flooded with enquiries for land from here up to Sector 110.

But not under my name.

Under Jatin's name.

Under Neetu's name.

Under Neetu's relatives' names.

That way uncle won't suspect.

So, uncle, your 30 crores that I have,

10 out of that will go to the financier

and 20 crores is what I'll give you back.

Guess what I want in return?

What?

In exchange for 20 crores,

three slaps.

Two for Dagar

and one for you.

Also, every single person who was a witness to my father's humiliation,

I want them present there when I slap the two of you.

And remember the number of times my father was slapped?

But every slap of mine,

my dear uncle, from head to toe,

will be a carousel of pain.

Get me some tea.

Tell someone to get tea for me, motherfucker!

Farewell?

Tell me something.

As per that

who is a real hero, logic of yours,

was Robinhood a hero?

What is this, Jimmy?

Brother.

That five acres of land you bought,

it belongs to me.

So, your 2.5 crores are with me.

What? I don't understand.

You and me, we cheated people together.

Then you colluded with those government touts and cheated me.

And in the end, I cheated you.

Now, these 2.5 crores will go back to those whom we duped.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Robinhood?

If you cheat someone and dupe them

to take back what rightfully belongs to someone else, it's not called stealing.

Meaning Robinhood was a hero.

That's great.

I'll have to explain it logically to my dad, you see.

Listen.

Call those three clients of yours and tell them they'll get their money back.

They already have it.

Want to join me for a beer?

It's my farewell too today.

You are fired. Get the fuck out of my office.

Here's a gift for you. Take a good look at it.

Or get screwed by it. Your wish.

Fuck!

I wanted to inform you all

that due to Samarth's misbehaviour,

he has been expelled from the theatre group.

And now, for the lead role,

once again a new actor will be selected.

However, you all are aware that the show is in two days.

Hence, Mr. Prashant,

until a new actor is selected,

I give you the responsibility.

Are you happy?

And in case you've decided not to take up a new job,

then we may not have to look for a new actor at all.

Another good thing about this will be that

I won't have to keep changing the ending of the play again and again.

So, all right, then.

Any questions?

Panditji, which ending will we be performing in the show finally now?

Now, we will end it this way.

A man was terrorised and his morale broken, to every possible extent.

Yet, he kept going ahead in the direction,

the very direction he endured the suffering on.

As though he had

convinced himself with this lie

that he had the boon to be immortal.

As though he knew

that he would never die.

Or perhaps, he knew that immortal or perishable,

this is the path of life.

Rest all is as good as death.

Martyrdom is the purpose of life.

And cowardice is death.

So, are you excited for my show?

Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

You're home? Shall I warm up the food for you?

Not yet. Keep resting.

Your play is tomorrow, isn't it?

No, the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow?

Okay.

Where is dad?

Must have gone to the terrace.

-I'll be back. -Okay.

How was she today?

Just dragged on somehow.

She kept saying she wanted to go to the play in the evening.

She kept saying it all day long.

How can she go to the play in this state?

She has been vomiting the whole day. She's not even able to sit.

Son, you need to make her understand.

Going all the way there and sitting there for one hour, can she do it?

Dad.

It's important.

For her to come.

But it's even more important for me

that she sees me performing on stage.

Dad, let me at least have a memory of hers.

The look on her face when she sees me perform on the stage.

Which after her death will stay with me forever

and make me happy

whenever I do a play

or act on screen.

Dad, or else

I will always be left to my imagination.

Imagining her blurry face watching me act.

I'm afraid even if she comes to watch your play,

all you will see on her face is exhaustion and pain.

The joy that you wish to see, I don't think you'll be able to see that.

Mom.

Come. I need to show you something.

O' Lord Krishna, everyone rightly calls you Murli Manohar.

Your music has brought so much joy to our hearts.

We are thankful for your presence in our forest.

As the King of Peacocks, I wish to offer you

one of our feathers as a token of our gratitude.

From now on, you shall be known as Mayur.

It means one with the peacock feather. It is an honour we bestow upon you.

Now, grade me, mom. Out of 100.

Wow. That was amazing!

This was 200 out of 100.

My greetings to everyone in the audience.

My name is Prashant.

And today, I am going to present before you

a scene from my upcoming play.

This scene is the last scene of the play.

It's a soldier's monologue.

Meaning a soldier is having a conversation with himself.

So, let's begin.

Many of my fellow soldiers got killed today.

And many more will be killed.

But before they meet their death,

their dead dreams will appear before them.

Dreams.

Where do these dreams come from?

And why do these dreams come in myriad forms?

Some go crazy dreaming about it.

And wish for others too to feel this craziness.

How does one even dream?

He starts teaching them about it.

Then there are dreams

that ignite such a fire within the dreamer

that the crazy dreamer

wants to use that fire

to set the whole world ablaze.

And then there are also dreams

that give rise to walls within.

With dreams on one side

and the loved ones of the dreamer on the other.

What should he let go?

And what should he hold on to?

Loved ones pull him to their side.

Then how can he turn his back on them?

But this dreamer

can only live his dreams

when the ones he loves

go across the wall to his side

to stand by his dreams.

Then he doesn't have to choose.

Rather, with his loved ones by his side,

his dreams only become bigger.

But the question still remains,

where did these dreams come from?

By bestowing it upon us, O' God,

what do You expect from us?

What do I expect?

God asks.

I made dreams

when I got the thought

of awakening Divinity in man.

May there be one such thing

that man

relentlessly strives to achieve no matter how impossible

and dares to do it.

Now, when God Himself has explained what dreams are,

then what is it that you desire, O' man?

There's no use living in fear anymore.

Fear tops the list of all sins.

So, then,

just keep God in your heart

and your loved ones as well.

Never forget

why He sowed dreams within you.

Enough is enough.

Break your barriers now.

With fear in their eyes,

let your enemies shiver now.

Quit crying.

Quit fearing.

Quit appeasing others.

Scream your heart out.

Dreams

versus

Everyone.

Dreams

versus

Everyone!

Hero!