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You had nearly killed her, Nakul.

You stabbed her in the stomach,

but even that did not stop her.

She even had an extra finger.

And the sudden storm,

this can't just be a coincidence.

I am convinced.

Upadhyay is immortal.

But.

[Phone rings]

But...

She is so evil,

- [Fokatiya] how can I give her the elixir? - Shloka!

What?

She had Shloka’s phone, which means…

Oh my God!

Oh Lord Vishwanath!

We did not order this.

It’s a welcome drink, son.

[Fokatiya] This, this is...

[Fokatiya] My ashram, Nakul!

[Fokatiya] This is my ashram!

Huh?

[News reporter] The main accused in the murder of twelve monks in Harsil,

Fokatiya Baba, is in Mumbai,

says the local police.

Monks from neighboring villages have gathered outside Harsil police station

and will be on an indefinite hunger strike.

[Shloka] See, I understand your confusion,

even I did not believe when the monk first told me.

But think about it,

you've tried to kill Nakul, so many times,

yet he lives!

Why?

Because the first time, he gave the wrong address.

The second time, I used the wrong hand gun.

Should’ve used M9 in close range.

The third time due to Vikram and...

the fourth attempt...

And what’s common here?

Nakul survived every time.

Yes.

He survived,

because he is a little cockroach that I will crush.

[Paintbrush rasps]

I…

I understand your state of mind, I do.

You understand my state of mind?

You understand?

What do you mean you understand?

Have you ever killed anyone?

Do you know what it feels like to see someone stop breathing?

Have you seen someone turn cold and blue right in front of your eyes?

Yes, I have.

Dibakar.

My husband.

He was a great guy.

He always tried to make me happy.

He always put me first.

He would apologize even when I was wrong completely.

I cheated on him once.

And he forgave me,

just like that...

Who does he think he is?

Sometimes if someone is too good,

it kind of irritates you.

You know what I mean.

Their goodness makes you feel as if...

You are a bad person,

and that’s a very suffocating feeling.

I was living with that feeling for years.

The feeling that...

I am not good enough.

I don’t deserve him.

So I let him go.

[Ayesha] Okay.

[Ayesha] Oh no!

Ayesha!

- Okay, I’ll just give you my location. - Ayesha, no no no, hang up, hang up!

- Ayesha! - Yeah, no problem.

Sorry, sorry.

What the hell is this?

Hit woman attempting to kill an immortal man!

Do you know how ridiculous this sounds?

I know the title is too long...

Shut up!

I asked you to write a story on the hit woman!

You dragged immortality into this as well!

You think this is your family business!?

- Mind your language! - To hell with language, what will you do?

Go and complain to the HR? Just please go.

And you know while you are there, figure out your exit interview as well.

Because guess what, you are fired.

- What? - Karthik!

Yeah, what?

Leave, pack your stuff and leave! Please just leave right now.

You know what? You can’t fire me because I fucking quit.

No, no, no. You didn’t quit. You got fired Ayesha.

That’s right, you got fired.

Just take your shit with you man!

- Umm, excuse me sir? - What?

Someone is waiting to meet you in your cabin.

Yeah, how can I help you guys?

Good evening sir.

I am here to see Ms. Ayesha Mirani.

[Mobile phone rings]

She disconnected it.

One second, one second, one second, it’s…It’s ringing, it’s ringing, it’s ringing.

One second, one second, one second, one second.

[Mobile phone rings]

What?

Ayesha...

Ayesha, I am, I am, I am really sorry,

I am really sorry for the way I spoke to you.

Go to hell!

Hello? Hello?

Listen, I am telling you, its...

[Mobile phone rings]

Hello? Hello, Ayesha?

You bastard!

What the hell do you think of yourself, huh?

What didn't I do for the company?

I slogged my ass for four fucking years for what?

To get fired?

No no no no no, I fire you!

I have seen a lot like you, you jerk!

You are no journalist.

You’re a pimp!

Shove your magazine up your ass and get lost!

Asshole!

You know what?

Your dick is a piece of fiction!

Asshole!

Ayesha!

[Reporter on TV] Famous Odisha comedian, Biswa Kalyan Rath...

I am leaving, sir. Good night!

[Reporter on TV] was shot dead in broad daylight.

[Reporter on TV] All his shows have been cancelled.

This shows no one is safe, not even the celebrities.

Don’t do it, brother!

Why are you taking unnecessary tension?

Just go back already.

Blood stains near the bathroom,

hash from Harsil,

four of Ayesha Mirani’s visiting cards,

who works at the same Notify magazine

that was found in the ashram.

There must be some connection, brother.

Hey, Mr. Detective,

thousands of people die every second, in India.

If you'll take every case so seriously, when will you live your life?

Just make a report stating

the monks killed each other for power and finish it off.

[Vitthal chortles]

- Brother, can I say something? - [Vitthal] Hmm.

Please don’t mind,

but you don't deserve to be a cop.

Hey!

what do you mean?

[Bir] That you shouldn't be a cop.

I heard that, but why?

Look, I am not a bad person.

I understand this is a very big case for you

but in this job, we need to be practical.

Now if you get too involved in this case

and someone pulls the trigger on you, then?

I'll be dead, so what?

It's better than drinking my life away.

Fuck off, you're a buzz kill.

There is a saying in Harsil,

Life is mortal but deeds are immortal.

[Vitthal] Meaning?

It means that a person may die, but his actions make him immortal.

Oh God!

[Bir] Don't bring God into it.

You tell me, what kind of existence is this?

We nab poor drunks and feel proud.

Why did you become a cop?

To do some good and leave a mark, right?

But what are you really doing?

You listen to people's complaints, laugh, and go back to your hollow life.

Brother, I am a cop from a relatively small police station.

But you get so many cases.

If you still can't do anything, then shut down the police station.

Why launder your uniform for the laundryman’s service?

[Vitthal] Okay, fine.

I will look into this case too,

but after a drink.

[Ayesha] Unbelievable.

Yeah.

I wasn't able to think straight, that's why I brought him here.

You did the right thing.

Anyway, I am free today.

He was completely shattered. He cried a lot, you know.

Cried a lot.

Actually, somewhere...

I also feel responsible.

No, Ms. Ayesha, how are you at fault.

How could you have known this would be the outcome of your article?

Okay, I should leave now.

- Where to? - To look for Shloka.

But how will you do it alone?

Sit down, we'll speak to the police. Let’s see what else we can do.

No, Ayesha.

When I was stabbing that woman, I realized that I should've done this earlier.

I mean I… I have to fight back.

All this started because of me, right?

So I must write the climax as well.

Nakul, I am not gonna stop you.

But what is your plan?

[Fokatiya coughs]

[Whispers]

It’s good.

To quote the famous chef James Beard,

“My ideal choice for a last meal would be baked beans and toast.”

But I have not done anything to you

and honestly neither has Nakul.

And after all these attempts, finally he wants to live.

Eighty six people,

eighty six!

All at first attempt,

I had never missed.

Until that...

Cockroach showed up! [Mosquito Buzz]

[Mosquito Buzz]

Never been more embarrassed all my life. [Mosquito Buzz]

[Mosquito buzz]

[Mosquito Buzz]

[Playground cacophony]

[Gunfire]

[Children scream]

Babaji, I thought you knew.

I spent my entire life in that ashram.

My guru was everything to me

and all my companions...

My brothers...

They have never harmed anyone.

How can anyone kill them?

Babaji, this is how the world is.

Look at me, for instance

I gave four years to my company.

I worked honestly, no short cuts,

but they fired me in a second.

If I had known...

Something like this would happen,

I would've never listened to Guruji.

[Fokatiya] Not even come to Bombay.

I would have just died with him.

I got a job offer from New York,

[Ayesha] but I didn't go.

Just because of that Kartik.

And for what?

[Ayesha] Today the same Kartik fired me.

Guruji, what should I do now?

Where should I go?

I actually thought he was into me.

How stupid was I?

Guruji is no more, but I have his orders.

[Ayesha] He used me.

Now what will I do with it? This…

And I kept doing everything for him.

[Fokatiya] The Elixir!

[Fokatiya] Where is the elixir?

Who took the elixir?

What?

The Elixir!

- You took it? - I?

Did you take it?

I? [Door bell rings]

Chintu!

Hey!

Hey, hello! Where are you taking him?

Excuse me, what are you doing?

What are you doing? Let him go.

- [Fokatiya] What's the matter? - Shit! Shit! Shit!

Shit!

Pick up the phone!

Kartik!

Listen Chintu, I haven’t done anything.

Guruji sent me here with the elixir

and now I can't find it.

It'll be catastrophic...

Talk all you want at the police station.

don’t move.

Don’t move, don’t move.

don’t move.

Get in the car.

- Vitthal Sir! - Get in the car.

Vada Pao...

[Bir] Vitthal sir!

Come on, move!

That was our Biru, right?

- [Police Driver] Who? Mountain man? - [Vitthal] Yes, him.

Come on! Let's see how fast is your Basanti!

- [Driver] Dhanno, sir. - [Vitthal] Just drive!

See,

I don't know what your plans are with me.

I understand, I have no say,

but can I just ask you a simple question?

Of course, you don't have to answer.

But I am intrigued to know,

intrigued to know why are you…

You.

I mean,

how did you start all of this?

I don’t know.

I just saw a Picasso painting once and...

No, no, no, no. I mean...

Why do you kill people?

Why do I kill people?

What sort of a question is that?

Why does anyone do anything?

Why do people smoke?

Why did Picasso paint?

We do because we must.

Then what about those marks on your hand?

It’s to keep a record.

Of all the murders?

Then what about the misses?

You want the duct tape back on your face?

[Sholka] See...

[Sholka] You know my story.

I am no one to judge you.

Neither am I in a position to.

I’m just interested because this is what I do.

I am a therapist, you know.

I listen to people, I help them.

Maybe I can help you.

Oh…okay.

Like that?

Alright.

I’ll tell you.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away

When I was in art school,

my friends and I were playing truth and dare.

I chose dare.

They dared me to kill the teacher.

Come to think of it, I should have chosen truth.

That’s the end of the story.

No help needed, thank you.

So, this was your first kill?

No.

When was your first murder?

Before my birth.

My mother died while giving birth to me.

My father died of grief.

I was born to kill.

Wow!

That sounds just like Nakul.

[Phone rings]

Hello.

Upadhyay!

Do you have Shloka Sreenivasan with you?

Why?

Bring her to me right now. - [Upadhyay] Why?

Ju…..there is no time to explain. This is an emergency. Just do as I say!

Where?

Granny’s café. Eastern highway.