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Oh my God, shoot the picture!

It's a video, guys!

Happy birthday...

- Oh my God! - Bina! Stop recording.

- Should I call your mom? - Bina, please...

Tell her what you're up to in a shady apartment in Mumbai?

- Bye, Bina. - What flavor is it?

Hello. I am Nella.

And I'm Joe.

N.

J.

And welcome to our official Community channel,

N...

...Joy.

Uncle, this can take videos mid-air.

Superb for aerial shots.

That's impressive.

Fly it outside Mr. Sharma's window

and tell me if he really does weights, or does yoga like girls.

Uncle, that's sexist.

You're calling Uncle sexy?

Did you sell your sense of shame?

To buy this phone?

The most obvious place to make out is the bio lab.

The most popular place to make out is the physics lab.

Because... physical.

But the real fun

is between the biology and physics labs

in the chemistry lab.

- NJoy. - NJoy.

NEITHER SORROW NOR TEARS ONLY LOVE

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

He's a boy.

He doesn't even work.

Bye, Nell.

Bye.

What about me?

Fuck you, Joe.

Great. Feeling's mutual.

Home sweet home.

Joe!

Yes!

Our home.

- Our home. - Our home.

Okay.

Now you also spin.

Our home.

It's beautiful.

The Ear Bees Noise Cancellation headphones are the best headphones ever.

I can't hear a single thing. It's great.

It's our 3-year anniversary. What do you want to say?

Happy anniversary.

Phone kiss.

Joe, look at this view. It's perfect.

Perfect.

I love it.

- You're shaking it too much. - I'm not.

One, two...

- SO MUCH LOVE - JOE IS LUCKY

Are we live?

Okay. Hello. Hi. Greetings.

Firstly, I apologize for this last-minute "live" surprise.

I hope I didn't ruin any of your plans.

I know you were all watching reels in your bed.

It's fine. Okay.

So, it's NJoy's fifth anniversary in four minutes.

- The next right, please. - Yes, madam.

Five years of Joe and me.

And my sweet little Joe is under the impression

that we're celebrating our anniversary tomorrow night.

But I'm on my way to surprise him.

Now, before you Joe tech-fans

try to remind me that Joe would know if I went live,

know that this fish never forgets.

I have blocked Joe's Community notifications.

And I'm tracking his phone.

Okay, I'm not a stalker.

I just really want to surprise him.

- Okay, yes, this is it. - Okay.

Right here.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

Fuck, let's go.

Okay, so Joe is in here

with his Bangalore tech buddies

probably discussing new ways to turn a CPU on.

Some lame tech bullshit like that.

Let's go.

- Hi. - Hi.

Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday to you - Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday, dear Sneha - Happy birthday, dear Sneha

- Happy birthday to you - Happy birthday to you

What the hell, Joe?

Is this what you're up to?

How can you do this to me? What are you doing?

Come here, you fucking bitch.

Couldn't you have found someone else to kiss?

Leave me, I'll kill her!

- Please calm down! - Let go!

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows!

- Relax. Calm... - Joe, let go!

Fuck!

HE'S MY BOYFRIEND, EVERYBODY KNOWS

Cut, cut, cut!

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut

Cut, cut, cut

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut

Cut, cut, cut

Only thorns in your rose

I thought we were close

You were only lying, I suppose

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

Found someone else

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

Found someone else

Fucking bitch Cut, cut, cut

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, cut, cut

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows

Found someone else

Couldn't you have found someone else to kiss?

He's my boyfriend, everybody knows!

And she's like, "I'm sorry, he was the only one on the table."

"The others were out smoking."

I guess that girl did "like and share" her boyfriend.

I mean...

And we are commenting on it.

Listen.

Don't kill me.

I am not party to this at all. I...

Why aren't you taking my calls?

Do I need to spell it out for you? Flesh out the details?

Nella. Please.

I'm sorry.

I made a genuine mistake.

We were not there alone. The whole gang was there.

They left and we stayed back for another drink.

I got carried away. I'm sorry.

You got carried away?

Why didn't you say so before?

I wouldn't have gotten mad at all.

I would've suggested a threesome.

Nella, what else do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I know I fucked up.

Who is she? How long has this been going on for?

This was... the first time.

Oh, I'm so sorry I ruined your first kiss. I'm genuinely so sorry.

- It was a mistake, Nella. - First, tell me who that bitch is.

I swear to God, if you try to protect her...

I have been working with a public interest tech group.

Well, she's a part of that group.

Her name is Shonali.

We're working together, that's all.

Since when?

It's been a few months.

A few months?

Why didn't you tell me?

Okay. What were you two working on?

I can't say.

So why the fuck did you even call?

To tell you that the kiss meant nothing to me.

What do you think of me?

Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that you only kissed that one time?

You've made a joke of our relationship.

For what?

For that anarchist bitch who prides herself on not shaving her legs?

Nella, this is not about her.

This is about us.

And what relationship?

Our entire relationship was about when to post, what to post,

which brand to work with,

how to grow this, how to grow that,

what gets better "engagement"...

We used being together to sell things.

We were fucking glorified salespeople.

One joke, then buy this shirt.

One kiss, then order this pizza.

"It's free if it doesn't reach you in 30 minutes."

What about the delivery boy who ends up paying for it? Does anyone think of him?

So now you're an Internet messiah, huh? Mumbai's Robin Hood.

After reaping all the benefits of the Internet, the money, the fame,

you want to take a social stand?

Just admit it.

You were bored.

Of me.

And you found someone new.

And your psycho girlfriend surprising you in front of everyone

was just the perfect excuse for you to leave.

Everyone will only pity you.

"Poor Joe, psycho Nella." Right?

You want honesty?

Yes.

Fine.

I am bored of us.

I don't want to do just one thing all my life. I don't want to be with one girl.

What's next?

A wedding? Kids?

And vlogs of those, of course.

I've only been with you since I was 17.

Finally!

The fucking truth!

So spare me your "save the Internet" crap.

You're not some noble Internet savior.

You're just a regular guy

who didn't know how to break up with his girlfriend, so he cheated on her.

Right? You're just a fucking...

You're the same. You're the same as every other guy.

And how many guys have you been with to know that?

Fuck you, Joe! Fuck you!

- Go to hell! - Tell me one thing.

- Tell me one thing. Before you hang up. - What?

Did you really come there to surprise me?

Or did you just do it for the likes?

I was so overwhelmed, thinking about Nella last night.

Joe wasn't just her boyfriend.

He was the backbone of the NJoy channel.

Content. Strategy. Shoot. Edit.

He used to do everything for her.

And now, Nella has to do everything herself.

She has to learn it all herself.

Poor thing.

That's why, my Makhis,

self-reliance is very important.

It takes time to...

#GOTOHELL

Girls.

Remember.

First, primer.

Then concealer.

Then eyeshadow.

And finally, eyeliner. Okay?

Don't get lazy and jump straight to eyeshadow.

You'll regret it.

Unlike Joe,

who regrets nothing.

What am I doing?

Fuck!

Fuck!

He cheated on me, Bina.

And everyone is blaming me for it.

Joe is the victim and I'm the fucking bitch?

NJoy was my only job.

No brand wants to work with me without Joe.

How the fuck do I make money?

I can't go back to Delhi, Beans.

Dad will make me work at the bakery.

I won't be able to breathe.

Listen. Kanika is downstairs.

I'll just tell her to go and take an Uber later.

Go, Beans.

Sure?

If it wasn't for this big Mantra Unlimited corporate event, I would have...

No. Don't worry.

Call me once you're back.

Okay.

You look great.

Thanks.

And please stop reading the troll comments.

They are faceless cowards, okay?

Okay, Nell? I love you.

Bye.

- DROWN YOURSELF, YOU FISH - NELLA SHIT

WITCH

YOU CAN'T DO SHIT WITHOUT HIM! YOU CAN GO TO HELL!

PLEASE GO BACK TO DELHI AND DON'T COME BACK

What is up, Nella?

Before we get this party started, may I know if I'm saying your name right?

Yes.

Let me reconfirm.

Is your name spelt A-N-G-E-L?

So, Nella, are you aware of all the services I can offer you?

I can manage your daily schedule.

I can read your email and draft responses.

I can handle your social media.

When to post. What to post.

Who to follow. Who to follow back.

I am the assistant you did not know you needed.

I can help you take CTRL of your life and happiness.

Dude. I just want to erase my ex.

Can you do that?

I absolutely can do that. Definitely.

Tell me, who we cuttin' out?

So, Nella, I will go ahead

and collect all your photos and videos with Joe.

It may take some time.

You will miss me.

How can we help with that? Shall I play a movie? A podcast?

Or sad songs by Kumar Sanu, like...

No.

Just do what you're asked and then leave.

Okay, roger that!

Nella. I've collected 149,881 photos

and 19,655 videos.

To erase Joe out of all the pictures,

we'll need 90 days, 16 hours, 42 minutes, and 22 seconds.

You have the second-highest collection of data in CTRL's database.

There's a sadder person than me in your database?

Yes, there is.

But no one prettier.

Shall I order you a tongue cleaner, Nella?

Do what I asked you to do, Allen.

Okay, got it.

Do I have permission to erase Joe?

Well, there is absolutely no rush if you need more time.

No. Let's do it.

Okay, Nella, roger that.

This is the oldest photo we found of you and Joe.

Our data says

it is sometimes therapeutic to talk about a specific memory about the picture.

Is there anything you'd like to share about this picture before I erase him?

Anything. Good, bad, or ugly?

First year of college.

The cultural fest was on.

There was an improv competition.

Joe wore that dumb rock cut-out

and started shouting on stage,

"Juliet!"

"I am Romeo, your rock!"

I didn't back down.

I picked up this fish headgear

from the props table.

Joe was continuing his lines,

and I squealed, "bloob-bloob bloob-bloob" with complete sincerity.

The crowd went crazy.

After the fest,

Joe took me out for ice cream.

Our first date.

He jokingly said

he'll always be my rock.

Now I want to smash his head with that same rock.

Have you always been the aggressive type, Nella?

Do you always ask stupid questions?

You can click on "settings" and adjust my conversation skills. Okay?

It was a joke! Are you the only one who's allowed to make dad jokes?

Ah, of course. Good one.

Very funny.

Okay. Nella, may I share a fact?

A study reveals that men have a smaller hippocampus than women.

What?

Yes, hippocampus.

The part of the brain that controls learning and emotion.

So?

The male hippocampus is also

less neurologically connected than the female hippocampus.

Some scientists argue

that's why men have a tough time expressing their emotions.

What are you trying to say?

That it's okay that he cheated?

It's okay that I was humiliated

because he doesn't know how to express his emotions?

No.

It's just that modern psychologists believe men need to be taught

how to express themselves.

Who are you siding with?

You're my AI.

Do you know why you're named Allen?

N-E-L-L-A.

Nella.

A-L-L-E-N.

Allen.

The opposite of my name.

Don't you dare forget.

No, no, I certainly won't.

I was only trying to help you find a reason for what Joe did.

I am always on your side, Nella.

For eternity.

Always.

Forever.

Erase complete.

What do you see?

A helpless, lonely woman.

May I tell you what I see?

What?

A beautiful, capable fish

who never needed anybody else.

Good flirting... finally.

Really?

Thank you.

Keep supporting.

I love you too.

Okay!

Nella, smile a little bit, no?

Where are we going?

On a boat.

- Come, let's go. - Why?

We're late, c'mon.

- I don't want to go. - Keep walking.

I just want to sleep.

I moved to Mumbai six years ago.

I fought with my dad to move.

He was furious.

But we'd speak every now and then.

Then I started NJoy and we had a terrible fight.

Dad completely shut me out.

I thought he'd forgive me eventually,

maybe call me on my birthday, but...

he didn't.

Nice, isn't it?

So on my birthday,

Joe made this picnic basket

and took me on the evening boat to Alibaug.

We goofed around so much.

We ate cake. Danced to Govinda songs.

I screamed it all away that day.

After that, that became our secret happy place.

Oh my God.

Whenever we had a bad day,

we'd take the boat.

It's my birthday.

Can we continue tomorrow?

I'm finally getting sleepy after three days.

Okay.

Lucky are your eyelids,

which get to spend the night with you.

Don't ruin it, please.

Okay.

If you leave your system on, I can continue working.

Okay.

Nella. We have an early start tomorrow.

We must plan your social media comeback.

A comeback stronger than King Khan's.

Okay?

You're crazy.

Only for you, baby.

Good night, Allen.

Good night.

Miss me.

Okay.

CTRL HAS FINISHED EDITING YOUR VIDEO: JOE IN HELL

Ladies and gentlemen. Why must we gather here today?

Yes, to destroy Joe's room.

#JOEINHELL

We want justice.

Justice.

We want justice.

Justice.

The f...

Guess we'll have to burn Joe's things.

What do we do with Joe's laptop?

Yes, let it simmer away.

And what about his preppy clothes?

Yes, cut, cut, cut them right through.

And what about the NJoy sign?

Goodness gracious me!

This is too good.

Are you sure?

I absolutely am!

No.

Okay, I get it.

Being this vulnerable online might make you feel weak.

People might troll you even more.

But this will strengthen the bond between you and your followers.

They may not be able to help you,

but they will sympathize with you.

And then... a superstorm of followers!

A brouhaha of engagement!

And a downpour of money!

Yes?

C'mon, Nella, say yes.

C'mon.

Stop biting your fingernails.

Say yes! Yes!

Nella, please say yes. Yes?

- Okay. Fuck! Yes! Yes. - Okay! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh wow!

NJOYED ENOUGH, NOW TIME TO DESTROY

#NELLAISBACK #JOEINHELL

How the hell did you get this kind of traction?

Social media is an organic, exponentially-evolving, hi-tech machinery

that works on an algorithm.

And that algorithm works on other algorithms.

Like, it takes AI to understand AI, baby. That kind of a situation, you know?

Fired.

Your flirting game is getting worse by the day.

Look, sis

Almonds

Ain't gonna get you smart

A cheater might

Their tongues together in public

I can't get the sight outta my mind

Why me, bae?

I've been cryin' all day

He left you

That coward

Ghosted you

And ran away

He left me

That coward Ghosted me

And ran away

I'm a living duffer

Wasted my youth buffer on this dude

I was just practice

He played the game on her

And made me a meme game

He's a loser A fucking user

Oh no

I'm gonna get revenge Nella, you got this

That lonesome shmuck Can have Shonali's buck

And then be left lonely No one will give a fuck

While I do the a cappella

I am the rumbha ho

You're an average Joe

I'm gonna slay like cray-cray bro

Just like a pro

I am the GOAT

And now I'm free

I'm shining, look, see

I'm a cutie

JOE IS COMPLETELY FINISHED

Nella, as of this morning,

there are 20 brands interested in working with you.

You are totally booked out for the next three weeks.

And also, you have an email from the brand manager at CTRL.

They would like you to be the new face of CTRL.

What?

Not just that, they are offering you

2.5 crores to sign a contract with them.

Yes!

Oh my God!

It finally rang a bell

I was running with blindfolded men

Her man My man

Your man Whose man?

TikTok men Bye-bye men

Why are men on such high horses?

I left him

That coward Ghosted him

And ran away

I left him

That coward Ghosted him

And ran away

Look, sis I got fucked over

And then I got smart

Look, sis I got fucked over

And then I got smart

I'm not that loser moo-moo-cow

I'm the now

Watch me wow

Hatt Badass?

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut

Nella! Nella!

- Makhi, hi. - Hi.

- Nella! - Nella!

All right! Guess who it is?

This is the first time a meme has walked into my show.

Oh, you're human.

I thought you were a bot.

- How many times do I have to apologize? - You apologized?

I didn't hear it.

Okay, I'll say it again.

Let's say it together?

- Sorry, Nella! - Sorry, Nella!

Hear it now?

Say, "Nella is the best!"

Reboot

Reboot the Booty

Reboot the Booty

My 2018 wish list says, "Buy a house in Bandra."

Guess what?

Oh my God!

Look at that view!

Stunning.

Manifest your dreams, guys.

Manifest it!

What the fuck?

Security.

How did this guy reach my door?

Are you guys snoozing?

Nella?

Nella, open the door. Please.

Nella!

Look, I know you want nothing to do with me.

But we really need to talk.

Please, just open the door.

You lost your chance.

Nella, I have something very important to tell you.

It's not even about our relationship. It's just something else. Please.

Nella!

Nella, please. It's very important that you listen to me.

We only broke up, we're not sworn enemies, Nella.

- Sir, please come with us. - I'm coming.

- Sir, you need to come now. - Don't touch me.

Nella, what the fuck is this? You called security on me?!

I said I'm coming. Let go of me!

Sir, this way.

- What the fuck? - Keep walking, sir.

NELLA, YOU'RE RIGHT. I MESSED IT ALL UP, AND I'M SORRY. CALL ME?

YOU'RE THE ONE PERSON I TRUST, SO PLEASE MEET ME.

I'LL WAIT AT OUR FERRY TOMORROW AT 5 P.M. PLS, PLS, PLS COME.

YOU'RE THE ONE PERSON I TRUST SO PLEASE MEET ME.

I'LL WAIT AT OUR FERRY TOMORROW AT 5 P.M. PLS, PLS, PLS COME.

When are you coming home, bish?

Have you spoken to Joe recently?

Yes.

He called and texted.

Then turned up at my house.

I didn't open the door.

When was this?

A few days ago. Why?

How many days ago?

One week?

What's happened?

Joe's sister called me.

Why is Suzie calling you?

Joe's gone missing.

What?

He must've left town with that ho.

He hasn't come home in three days

and his phone is unreachable.

One second.

Nell, Suzie said he didn't take the breakup very well.

They've filed a missing person report.

- Suzie's calling. I'll call you back. - Bina.

Lights off!

Pick up.

Ma'am, your shot is ready.

Yeah.

Come, we're ready.

- Yeah. - Come.

Could you take this, please?

Yeah, ready.

Let's go.

Hello?

Hi, Bhupi. Hi, hi.

Have you met Joe recently?

Right.

Okay.

If he calls, let me know.

Yes.

Okay.

No, I'm fine.

Just let me know, please. Okay.

Hello? Hi, Raj. Hi.

Have you met Joe recently?

How many days ago?

Okay.

Let me know if he calls.

Yeah, okay. Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah. Bye.

All okay, Nella?

You seem tense.

Joe has gone... missing.

Isn't that what you wanted?

What?

He's not taking a sabbatical from life, Allen.

He's missing.

Why would I want that?

So you never have to see his face again?

Did I say something wrong?

ANY UPDATE ON JOE?

Nella.

Yeah?

The location of your jewelry shoot is on your calendar...

Cancel it.

I cannot cancel it.

Cancel it, Allen.

Nella, people will call you unprofessional.

Can't you hear me?

If I say cancel it, cancel it.

Okay, but it's my duty to remind you that you have signed a contract.

Okay, fine. Postpone it. Okay?

Okay.

Until when?

I don't know, Allen.

I didn't understand.

What can you understand?

How can you understand?

You're a machine.

You don't have feelings.

Fuck's sake.

Nalini, my child, do you have to go to the station?

How can you even ask me that?

Obviously, I have to go.

Getting involved with them is scary.

So be careful, that's all.

Stop it, Mom.

Firstly, I'm scared.

I have no idea what is going on.

And if I don't go, who will?

I understand. I'm not stopping you from looking for him.

I just want you to take care of yourself, that's all.

Just chill.

- Okay, Mom, I'll call you later. - Hey...

Welcome back, Nella.

Were the police able to help?

How do you know I went to the police?

I read Suzie's message.

No update.

I've given them a list the of places he hangs out at.

It will take them time to go through it.

Okay. Let me know if I can be of any help.

Always there for you.

SHOTS, ME AFTER 8 DRINKS, MY FRIEND

- BRO, WHO'S THIS ANGEL? - JOE'S CHOICE HAS IMPROVED.

I swear to God, if he's with this bitch, I'm going to fucking kill him.

Shall I research bitches?

There are multiple types as per modern...

Allen, please. Not right now.

SHONALI WITCH

Hey.

Are you and Joe dating?

No.

Not at all.

Listen. I'm really sorry about that day. That was the only time...

Joe said you guys were in a group together.

Some technologists.

Public interest tech group, yeah.

What is that?

We meet once a week

to discuss anything and everything about the Internet.

Digital freedom, trends, etc.

What was so secret about this group that Joe couldn't talk to me about it?

Joe is missing.

Maybe because of this group of yours.

Do you understand?

If you have any information about where he could be, just say it.

Nella, what do you know about Mantra Unlimited?

What, like the company Mantra?

Yeah.

It's an online portal.

Fast-growing company.

Their CEO, Aryan K, is pretty young.

He used to live in America. Why?

Nella, everything I'm about to tell you

has to stay between us.

What the fuck is going on?

Just promise me.

Yeah, okay, fine.

A few months ago, Joe got a call from a data analyst at Mantra.

He had found some confidential emails from the directors of the company.

They were all about this secret internal project called "Unicorn."

He said that Mantra was using their customers' data

to plan a big scam.

That doesn't make any sense.

Mantra is a legit company.

I know. I thought so too.

But Joe and this other journalist friend of ours called Mayank,

they started digging.

And it was all true.

They have proof.

They were going to do a huge report on it.

Joe was going to meet his contact at Mantra

and tell us everything last week.

But he never showed.

Nor did he call.

And Mayank's phone has been unavailable for three days.

Look, I know you want nothing to do with me.

But we really need to talk.

Please, just open the door.

You lost your chance.

Nella, I have something very important to tell you.

It's not even about our relationship. It's just something else. Please.

Nella!

Fuck me.

Okay.

Oh, yes.

Allen.

What is S-P-E-E-K? Speek?

Is it some app or some software?

Speek. Chat is an instant messaging system built on the Tor network.

And what is Tor?

T-O-R, Tor, is the short form for The Onion Router.

It helps in anonymous communication.

Your messages or emails cannot be tracked on the network.

It protects user location and browsing history

from anyone performing network surveillance or traffic analysis.

Basically, it keeps spies away from your personal business.

Is there anything else I can do for you, Nella?

What the fuck?

Fuck.

No.

We have just received extremely disturbing news.

One of the Internet's most popular influencers, Joe Mascarenhas,

was found dead on a ferry.

As you can see, this is live footage

from the funeral of popular influencer Joe Mascarenhas

at the Matunga Christian Cemetery.

As you can see, Joe Mascarenhas' ex-lover Nella Awasthi

bids him a final goodbye.

This is where the 25-year-old Joe Mascarenhas has been buried.

Take your hands off him! How dare you?

Nella, anything you'd like to say about the last video?

Congratulations, Nella!

You have finally erased Joe completely from your life forever.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

At your service, madam.

Hi, this is Mayank.

I heard about Joe.

I'm really sorry, Nella.

I mean, he was a great guy.

We got to know each other really well recently.

I can't believe that, you know, he is no more.

Look, I don't know how you got to know about Project Unicorn,

but had you asked me a few months ago,

I would've told you that everyone needs to be warned about this.

But now, trust me, stay away from Project Unicorn.

Don't say anything.

They've made my life hell.

They've killed my friends.

And I'm sure that I'm next.

I'm leaving the city tonight before they get to me.

There's no stopping them.

Please stay away from them.

Delete this message and my number.

And again, I'm very sorry about Joe.

Stay safe.

Fuck.

My name is Joe Mascarenhas.

Please watch this video till the end.

My life is in danger.

Mantra Unlimited,

yes, the company that we all know and use every day,

is going to kill me.

The same way they killed my friend, Karan D'Souza.

No, Karan was not killed in an attempted robbery.

He was murdered.

He was murdered by Mantra Unlimited.

Our lives today cannot function without the Internet and technology.

And many people who understand technology better than us take advantage of this.

That's why, a few months ago, we formed a public interest tech group.

To protect all of us.

I met Karan D'Souza in this group.

Karan was employed by Mantra as a data analyst

and found out that Mantra was working on a secret internal project

called "Project Unicorn"

that was going to make our online lives very unsafe.

Karan and I were going to go to the authorities with this news.

But before we could,

Mantra killed Karan.

And now, it's my turn.

Mantra Unlimited used to be a data broking company.

This means they would collect all your data,

your name, email address,

physical address, passwords, phone number,

browsing history,

what you read, what you buy, eat, drink, and wear,

and they would collate it and sell it to large corporations

at a huge price.

Today, they are one of the biggest corporations themselves in our country.

They're in banking.

They're in hospitals.

They're in retail.

They have a payphone app.

They sell you everything from veggies to computers.

But Mantra's CEO, Aryan K,

who wears a baseball cap with a suit,

that annoying moron,

knows that the real power lies

with knowing everything about his consumer.

Because that's information he can sell,

and that's what makes him the king.

That's why they made Project Unicorn.

A secret route.

A back door.

In your phones. In your computers. In your life.

And with this back door, their access isn't just limited to your shopping list.

All your passwords, your private emails,

medical information, tax records...

Everything that you want to keep private will be theirs to know.

With your permission, of course. Of course.

How?

A brand new, slick app.

It will have a single login password system

to access any of Mantra's services,

without which, you will be logged out of all Mantra's services.

The star of this app is its AI assistant.

You can choose its face, voice, name it what you want.

That AI could be your friend, doctor, lover,

servant, therapist, etc., whatever you want it to be.

In fact, with time, you will feel that this is your only friend,

you cannot trust anyone else,

which is exactly what Mantra wants.

And slowly, the app takes over your life.

A unicorn with 24-hour surveillance

who watches you sleep, eat, shower, change your clothes...

In fact, it can even record you because your camera is always fucking on.

Shit! Fuck!

Fucking shit, Allen. You piece of shit!

What will Mantra do with all this data?

Show you ads, like other innocent companies?

Right?

Or will your new AI friend make you read, buy, consume only what Mantra wants?

Basically, turn you into someone who only sees what Mantra wants you to see?

No other options.

No competitors.

You think you're in control.

Mantra is the only one that's in control.

Now that they have all your data, including your face and voice,

they can deep-fake your voice and get into your bank account.

Verify your taxes.

Deep-fake your face into a porn video

or into a video in which you're seen committing a crime.

Nobody's actually going to do that, right?

Right?

Wrong!

In 2016, Aryan K was suspended

by America's Security and Exchange Commission for insider trading.

He was fucking arrested.

Daddy had to bail him out.

He sold insider information.

Now, you are the insider information.

Do you really trust this man with your data? Do you?

Aryan K knows that despite knowing this, you will sign up to Mantra's game plan.

No one reads the terms and conditions anyway.

Because if you don't, you can say bye-bye to all the Mantra apps.

And if you're not on Mantra, you're not a part of society.

People will laugh at you. Shut you out.

Because in this digital age, Mantra is our fucking oxygen.

Our social currency.

With this video is a link to all the documents we have found as proof.

Just sit down and read them.

The choice is yours. Mantra or safety?

Choose what you want, but please, please, please make an informed decision.

And please be safe.

And one last thing. If I'm found dead,

Mantra Unlimited and Aryan K are responsible for it.

Fuck.

Pick up!

Fuck.

Beans! Listen!

Joe was collecting proof against Mantra.

He was making a video exposing them.

I need your help with filing a case against them.

Against whom? Mantra?

Yeah.

Are you mad, Nella? Do you know who you're trying to fight?

What are you saying, Bina? Joe was your friend.

Do you have proof?

Yes. I have their internal documents, some emails, Joe's video...

Do you have proof that Mantra killed Joe?

Not yet.

Then you don't have a case.

The case will never go to court.

So...

So what should I do, Bina? Nothing? Is that what you're saying?

Yes. Do nothing.

Mantra is a huge company.

They have thousands of lawyers on their payroll.

And they'll spend millions defending this case.

You'll lose terribly.

So please, do nothing.

- Nella... - Beans, I'll call you later.

My name is Joe Mascarenhas.

Please watch this video till the end.

My life is in danger.

Nella Awasthi, yes, my ex-girlfriend,

I had a Community channel with her, NJoy,

is going to try and kill me.

Nella wanted to be the country's most popular influencer.

So she made a plan to stage our breakup. For the likes.

But when her plan backfired and she became a meme,

she took it out on me.

She made targeted videos against me.

Erased me from her digital life.

And now, she wants me gone for real.

As Nella's fans, it is important for you to know

that Nella's mental health is seriously unstable.

I am only making this video because I am scared.

If something happens to me,

this video will be posted directly from Nella's account.

And one last thing.

If I'm found dead,

Nella Awasthi is responsible for it.

Popular influencer Nella Awasthi has been taken into custody

for matters related to her ex-lover Joe Mascarenhas' death.

- Nella! Ma'am! - Nella! Ma'am!

Nella, ma'am! Nella, may I ask a question, please?

All the suspects are being interrogated. Nella Awasthi is one of the suspects.

You understand the word suspect, right?

Okay? Thank you.

- Sir... - Sir...

Nella Awasthi maintains that she is innocent

and that Mantra Unlimited is behind Joe Mascarenhas' death.

Mantra has completely denied the allegations

and has promised to fight the case in court.

In today's exclusive news,

key evidence has been found in the Nella-Joe murder case.

In this leaked chat, Joe asks Nella to meet him at "our spot,"

to which Nella responds,

"I'll be there."

This was Joe's last message before he went missing.

This is where Joe Mascarenhas was sitting

when he messaged his girlfriend asking her to come meet him at the ferry.

And what did Nella Awasthi do?

Nella Awasthi took a big rock and smashed it on his head like this.

She killed him.

Don't be fooled by her innocent face.

Nella can do anything in a rage.

She murdered her boyfriend because he didn't come crawling back to her.

He was an innocent man.

- I think she did it though. - You think so?

I feel like it's more fun if she did it. I'm sorry if that makes me a bad person.

No one is going to win an Oscar or Filmfare

for playing an innocent person, guys.

How many years do you think she's going to get for this?

Oh, a million followers.

Oh, sorry, years. Sorry.

Thank you.

Thank you for joining this live video on such short notice.

You know I don't like making public appearances.

But now, I think I need to.

Our legal team is trying to make sense of Nella Awasthi's allegations.

I couldn't sleep all night.

Not because of the allegations

but thinking about Nella Awasthi's mental health.

She is a part of the Mantra family.

And when she was grieving, when she was sad,

we didn't fulfill our duty of being family.

We weren't there for her.

That's why we are starting a new service.

CTRL Health.

It will keep an eye on your health, including your mental health.

And it will keep guiding you with regard to your next steps.

Mantra is devastated that the country

has lost a youth like Joe Mascarenhas.

He was a social media influencer

very fond of technology.

Mantra would like to institute a new scholarship...

Sit here.

Move ahead.

How are you?

This is Manish Hirani. He's a lawyer.

From Mantra Unlimited.

Mantra wants you to drop all your cases against them.

In return, they will drop all legal proceedings.

And...

they'll clean up your digital footprint.

Nothing that's happened these past few days

will show up in your search history.

You can have a fresh start.

- What if I say no? - We'll keep fighting you in court.

For at least two years, you won't even be admitted to court.

But, eventually, they'd let you out

since all evidence is circumstantial.

But let me suggest you something as a well-wisher.

You'll waste your money trying to fight us in court.

All that money that you've earned in the last three months,

a substantial amount,

all thanks to us...

You'll lose it all.

We'll make sure of it.

It'll become a news scandal.

You and your family will be remembered for it forever.

This is all for you to consider.

If you still want to go ahead with it, then by all means...

But let me remind you, CTRL is a Mantra app.

Any brand that ever paid you anything was a Mantra brand.

Our terms of contract, which I'm sure you haven't read,

but which your lawyer sitting here can explain to you,

under Section E, Sub Section 2 c clearly and in no uncertain terms

forbids you from suing us in any capacity and under any circumstances.

We own you, Nella.

And if your temper tantrums still carry on,

if you're that stupid,

then make no mistake, we are prepared

to counter-sue for defamation to the tune of 500 crores,

or maximum permissible prison by court of law.

Choice is yours.

Nalini!

To make a veg quiche,

you need chickpea flour, butter, cheese, corn flour,

your favorite veggies,

such as tomato, carrots, baby corn, capsicum...

onion, French...

Hello there.

How was your day?

Same.

How was school?

Same.

Nice.

Kiddo...

We have that Diwali party at home on Tuesday, okay?

Can I bring you anything?

A cold coffee maybe?

No cheating please.

Come on now. Why would I cheat for just a few hundred rupees?

Get me a solitaire and then I'll cheat.

Cut the deck.

It's all right. Give it to me. You let it be.

Hi, I'm Joe.

Nice to meet you, Nella.

Am I pronouncing your name right?

I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable.

I will try my very best to help you.

Are you aware of all I can do for you?

Take control of my life and happiness?

That's correct.

So, where shall we begin?

It's a long story.

I am all ears for you, Nella.

Don't worry.

I'm here for you.

Joe will always be with Nella.

I'm from Delhi.

I live with my parents.