I'm fine, you're fine. We all are fine.
But is anybody reading the "fine print" under this "fine?"
What if we were to give an honest answer to the question, "How are you?"
You think the world would be fine with that?
Mangs!
-Umang! Wake up! -Oh, my God!
-Wake up! -What's wrong with you?
-Rise and shine! -My God!
What a bright sunny day!
Wake up! It's ten o'clock. Come on.
Sids, my goodness, what happened?
Did you take uppers or something?
My life is an upper, Mangs!
And now we need to upper up.
We have to leave, come on.
Dude, what's happening? Are you kicking me out?
-What? Never! -What's wrong?
Did you forget? We have to go meet brokers!
Brokers? Meaning?
Brokers are people who will show us properties and all.
Thanks.
For your studio, silly!
Oh my goodness, okay.
Sids...
for a studio you need money, which I don't have.
Okay?
You forgot?
Last night you and I became business partners!
No, Sids.
-You offered very sweetly but... -Yeah!
I didn't accept your offer,
because honestly you can't jump into something like this right now.
I'm not jumping into anything, I'm not!
I'm... okay. I'm not jumping into anything, I promise.
We will make proper business plans, okay?
Like, actual Excel sheets, and Word documents and everything.
I'll get my lawyers to sort out everything.
Everything will happen the way you want it to.
And we'll do this very professionally, I promise!
Mangs, we're gonna be partners!
I'm gonna be an entrepreneur!
From BFFs to Boss Babes. Come on!
Yeah!
Okay, what should I wear?
I’m thinking, like, a power suit.
You know, like trousers and a blazer.
I'll ask mom if she has any.
Let them say what they want Like I care
I will do whatever I want
A little attraction And then some action
Hello mister, how do you do
Mr. Bartender please
Shake it baby, shake a drink for me
Gimme four more shots For me and my ladies
Let go of formalities
Gimme four more shots please
There's no time to waste now
Gimme four more shots please
When I’m free from desire
I’m fleeting in feelings
I’m flying like butterflies
I catch and desire
Feel it...
Feel it
-Feel, oh what is freedom -Kavya!
I emptied a closet.
Spring cleaning?
For you!
Oh!
Great!
Great.
So?
When are you moving in?
Fuck!
-What? -Sorry, this email...
from Ayaz, my lawyer.
There's a notice from the civic authorities.
Illegal building codes in truck? What nonsense!
I'm sorry, I have to take this call.
Hello, Ayaz?
Thank you.
Why are Dada's clothes over there?
Because Dada has to take them to the dry cleaners'.
But they're clean.
When are we meeting Baby Aarav?
I don't know.
Tomorrow?
I don't know.
Are Dada and Aunt Kavya also getting a divorce?
Don't worry, Dada.
I'll explain everything to Baby Aarav,
that from now on he will also get two-two presents on birthdays and Diwali.
I will also get two-two presents, right, if Dada stays here?
You will.
Okay, mama has to go to work.
You have a good day, okay?
And mama loves you.
Bye.
'Cause you killin' it girl you're a queen
You killin' it with a smile so mean
Killin' it, whippin' it Drippin' your magnificence
You killin' it, killin' it killin' it
Killin' it, killin' it
This is perfect!
Ma'am, it's the best.
Bigger...
I want bigger.
Sids, we need a studio, not an airport.
It should be personal.
Yeah, but personal doesn't mean small, right?
Make it bigger.
Much bigger.
Come on.
Excuse me.
This is perfect!
Dude, it's like a shopping mall.
So cold, huge, commercial...
Enter interior designer!
We'll take it.
Ma'am, there's one more space.
An old Art Deco bungalow. It has character.
No need!
Sids, what's the harm in looking at it once?
Please?
Fine!
Come, madam. Please come.
Please.
Just a pigeon, ma'am.
It's just a pigeon.
-I hate it. -I love it.
What's not to love?
I mean, look at this place. It's so interesting!
It's completely run-down, and so downmarket.
Why does it look like a haunted house?
Mangs,
we need a youthful vibe, okay?
This is so not our image.
Cancel!
Madam likes the studio she saw in the morning...
Sids.
Firstly, that other place is really expensive
-and secondly-- -Expensive is fine.
It means I have great taste.
And secondly, I don't like it.
I like this place.
Oh God, Mangs.
Trust me!
I'm saving you from making a huge mistake, okay?
We're taking the bigger studio and that's final.
You're bulldozing me.
It's called helping.
I think it's called being bossy.
I'm not being bossy!
I'm being entrepreneurial. There's a difference.
I think we should take a break.
The heat is affecting my brain. It's melting.
So, whenever you guys are ready.
-I think we should-- -I feel that--
-Please go ahead. -After you, Ms. Menon.
-No, please go ahead. -I insist.
Okay, very well.
According to me, right now the best course of action
would be a mediation to arrive at a consensus between both the parties.
I think we should immediately file for an ex parte injunction from the High Court.
-It'll work better-- -Hey guys! How's it going?
Mayank.
Thank God you're here.
The clients want Shashank and Anjana to work together, as a team.
Please work out your problems among yourselves.
There are no issues, Mayank.
-None at all. -It's not true.
Pretorus and Nair have already taken their business to Dhyanchand.
Gateway Tech is now threatening us.
It's not possible, Mayank.
I had a meeting with them just yesterday and it went off really well.
Really? They met me just after that.
They were asking why wasn't Anjana there.
They're her old clients, they would definitely ask about her.
Guys, I don't know how you guys do this.
We can't lose our clients like that.
I'm always there for my clients.
As am I.
-I'm trying my best. -As am I.
I don't know what's up with Mangs.
She's being so rigid of late.
Mummy!
I'm talking to you!
Well, don't ask me. Ask her!
Talk to her. She's your best friend.
Best friends were defined by Viju!
Manohar.
Sneh!
How are you, darling?
I think about you everyday.
The sadness in your eyes...
it really haunts me, you know.
A little bit of Meena Kumari,
a little bit of Madhubala.
Your feet...
don't let them touch the ground.
They'll get dirty.
You don't need to do that.
I really miss...
Viju.
Let's meet for coffee?
Why is he putting a shoe on my feet?
Because you're Cinderella.
He was clearly flirting with you, Mummy.
Don't be ridiculous, Siddhi.
Viju and Manohar have known each other since childhood.
They were close friends.
He would never do that!
Obviously he misses him just like we do.
Yeah.
Shall we?
You can let your feet touch the ground now, Mama.
You ever wonder what's the point of all this?
Of what?
Clearing the dishes?
Marriage, kids, family...
I mean,
in the end we all die alone.
Unless you die in a plane crash with 150 people.
I’m serious, Anj.
Why do you think you'll die alone?
Arya and Aarav will be there for you.
And Kavs and you won't be?
-What if I die first? -Exactly!
There are no guarantees in life,
and yet we just keep giving,
and we keep sacrificing.
Fridges have guarantees, Varun.
You know what?
Everybody should just be single.
Just fuck who and when they please!
Okay, enough whining.
While we were married, you never took your responsibilities seriously.
And you're doing the exact same thing right now.
Your problem is the same, Varun.
Repetitive and just self-made.
And, end of discussion please.
I have enough shit going on in my life.
Shashank's oath of silence with me,
his silent mind games and
vibes colder than the North Pole.
Now see, that is also self-made, right?
Like, you chose to fuck him!
Fuck off!
Gladly.
Masturbate alone, die alone.
My new mantra.
Not on my sofa!
You're gross.
Raju, please bring the bags up.
-Gita! -Hi...
What a surprise!
How funny, we just met Manohar!
Stop making coffee plans with my husband.
-What? -Ever since Viju left...
God rest his soul,
since then you have been on this manhunt!
You think we're all blind?
Anyway, nobody really liked you.
You keep your filthy paws off my husband.
One second, Gita Auntie. Relax.
My mom did nothing wrong.
In fact your pervy husband came and held her,
told her how beautiful she looked,
said that he missed my father a lot,
and then he invited mama for coffee.
And then he started caressing her feet and called her Madhubala Kumari or something!
So next time, before accusing my mom,
just tell your shitty husband to keep his filthy paws off her.
And one more thing.
If you hadn't ostracized her, maybe then you would have realized
just how lost, sad and frightened she actually is.
Real queens fix each other's crowns, Gita Auntie.
And we don't just say this on social media, we practice it too.
My girlfriends are my biggest strength.
And honestly you should
bloody be ashamed of yourself.
Mama!
Mummy!
Please let me in.
Mummy open the door, please!
I'm fine, Siddhi!
I'm coming.
I'm fine. I'm fine!
We have to be strong together, okay?
Yeah.
And next time, don't hide your tears from me.
Talk to me, cry with me.
I will, baby. I will.
I'm the only one who gets it.
There's bio-medical waste here.
Madhav, take a good shot.
I hate this job.
Ms. Rizvi Roy.
Trying to save the world one scrap at a time?
Mr. Dhananjay Deshpande.
The old party's new poster boy.
Wow!
There's no hiding from you, is there?
Unfortunately can't say the same thing about your father.
This is the condition of his constituency.
Nobody even saw his face after the elections.
Well, he's busy raising the voices in Parliament.
That's why his attendance is 27%.
You know what?
Only if he cared about citizen's needs more than partisan needs,
the state of this place would be different.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
By the way, I...
I loved Bloody February.
I thought it was great.
Is that a compliment or a warning?
That the government is still watching me.
Compliment.
From political royalty!
I'm not worthy!
-Are you... are you okay? -Yeah, I'm okay.
You know what the problem of people like you is?
You have a degree in hypocrisy.
Last week you were chilling on a beach in Ibiza.
Right? Popping MDMA, showing off your Gucci trunks,
fucking a model in a bathroom at a club.
And this week you're the heir-apparent to a political dynasty.
Whose photo will be on every billboard.
The new Deshpande on the block.
That same white kurta, chaste language, Indian flag,
the same old game of "us versus them."
You know what? I feel sorry for this country
that people like you are its future.
Okay, wait a second.
My Insta is set to private. Are you sure you didn't hack into it?
But look, if you must know, I was in London last week, at a SOAS reunion,
in my best Brooks Brothers khakis and just one Negroni down at a private bar.
I did try my luck with a model but...
Zayn Malik showed up too, so she rejected me.
But yes, hypocrisy is in my blood.
And we've been selling that same Deshpande brand for the last four generations.
I'd recommend about a bucket of soda bicarbonate for your outfit.
I'm a politician.
I know how to remove stains.
Damini, is that shit on you?
No! None of this is working!
Okay.
I need a really like...
zen space, you know?
Calm, mindful, minimalist, feng shui.
And for the walls, I need
I need white, and natural wood.
And...
like, aromas of the forest.
-And some really soft-- -Okay. One second, dude.
Is it a fitness studio or a spa?
What bullshit is this?
Aromas of the forest? Like what on earth?!
Mangs, this is the kind of bullshit people like.
It's all about... it's all about creating an image.
Umami won't just be a studio.
We're selling a lifestyle, a brand.
And then we'll launch an app, some merch and maybe even a fashion line!
Just imagine. Tee shirts, track pants, bags, slippers, all with Umami branding.
And later we'll see if you want to start salons--
Everyone out. Everyone out. Please.
What?
I need to talk to you for two minutes.
But we don't have two minutes!
We're in a time crunch, so chop-chop!
Okay then, chop-chop.
All your ideas are terrible.
This is not a "salon-spa."
We're opening a fitness studio!
About which you don't know the first thing, dude!
I want an energetic space,
where people will enjoy sweating their asses off!
Not some, like, lah-di-dah, fast fashion, mani-pedi,
"aromas of the forest" space, dude!
Mangs.
Okay.
I say this with a lot of love, okay?
But, this is why all your loan applications were rejected,
because you know nothing about running a business.
And business is in my blood.
I know what I'm doing. Okay?
Plus, it's my money so I think I should get a say in how we spend this?
Right.
It's your money, your ideas...
so why don't you handle everything?
And train my clients as well, okay?
How about that?
Enjoy your "fragrances of the forest" or whatever.
Mangs!
Umang!
It's so frustrating, man.
This Varun hasn't changed at all!
He still finishes all the coffee by himself.
Still doesn't put the toothpaste cap back on!
He's turned the bathroom into his office.
A 45-minute dump while answering his calls, can you believe that?
Anj, you know you're no longer married to him, right?
Yeah, obviously!
And you can ask him to leave.
Otherwise, Kavya might ask him to leave indefinitely.
And then he'll...
live with you forever!
You, Arya and your teenage son, Varun.
Hey, girls! All good?
-Hey, Jeh. -Jeh.
I got your text.
Listen, five months to move in?
Isn't that too long? Can't you do something?
Damini, let's talk about this later, okay?
Dee?
What?
Mangs is a foolish simpleton, a poor small-towner from Ludhiana.
Bloody everyone in my life tells me
how I should be living it and then promptly leaves.
My family, Samara, and now you.
Whom should I love, how should my wedding be,
how my studio will be. Don't I have any say in these things?
I'm trying to save your ass.
We all know you're shit with numbers.
And you will decide that, right?
That I am shit at numbers.
And that you are saving my ass.
Wow!
Bro, keep your money.
I don't need anyone's charity.
-Chari-- -I have handled things in my life so far,
and I will continue doing the same.
And better than you, were those bankers. At least they didn't set my brain on fire!
Free piece of advice to everybody.
Never and I mean never go into business with your best friend.
It is a shit storm!
Fine!
What?
Sids, it's Umang's dream.
You have to let go.
You offered to help her as a friend.
Why are you becoming her boss?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.
I'll back off.
No, Sids, I'll find another way.
It's fine.
But I'm saying I'll back off!
I'll return all your money, with interest I promise.
No way! It's not a loan.
It's an investment.
In you and in your dreams.
Because I believe in you.
Thanks.
-Don't say thanks. -Then what should I say?
The real language of love.
Profanity.
Witch.
Bitch.
Dumbass.
Two turds stuck up your bum!
What?
It means "two pottys stuck up your bum."
I love you too.
What, you don't like potty jokes?
No. They're the shit.
Dee, why are you being so needy?
And why do you keep asking Jeh multiple times about moving in?
He told me that he will.
I'd just like to know when.
Sure, but...
you know that that's not going to solve your problem.
It's like trying to have a baby to fix a marriage.
Well, that ain't happening for a while.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.
All I'm saying is that...
this isn't you.
Me?
What is me, Anj?
Unemployed me?
Pregnant me?
Banned me, trolled me?
Writer me?
Writing a thesis on garbage, me.
I don't know anymore, Anj.
For the first time in my life, nothing is in my control.
Not my own body,
not my career, nothing.
The only thing remotely functional in my life is Jeh and me.
So I need to hold on to it, okay?
I need it.
Dee.
Look at me.
You do you, okay?
Everything will be fine.
Okay.
-Didn't you have to go for a meeting? -Yeah, I do.
Go.
Everything will be fine, Anj.
Yeah.
The night is mine
I like it on my own...
My dreams are mine
I live them all alone
I was thinking...
tonight I'll spend the night at my place for a change.
I...
need to sort out the notice issue.
Can't you do that from mine?
Yeah...
but...
I just need my thinking spot.
Sure.
Come, I'll give you a ride.
No, I'll walk.
It's a nice evening.
-No one can see me when I'm here -Bye.
No one can touch me when I'm here
Don't need to wear my brave face here...
Shashank, everything needs to go back to what it was.
Professionally?
Yes.
And how do you propose we do that?
Isn't law our passion?
Isn't it what makes us feel alive?
Gives us a reason to wake up in the morning?
Everything else is a distraction.
You're right.
So let's work with each other,
and not against.
Exactly.
I was in it for the thrill of it
In it for the hell of it
I didn't think about it twice
I saw the warning signs
May I?
You're stalking me?
Yes.
-We need to talk. -About what?
Me.
I'm an honest guy and I'm a fanboy.
Really?
Post your exit from Investigator, I started following you on Twitter.
I loved your take on the ballot box hack.
-Amongst others. -Amongst others?
I can list them if you like.
EVM hack. Housing scam. Sand mafia.
I don't want compliments.
Then what do you want? Stories on potholes and garbage?
See, I'm still following your stories.
Where is this honesty when it comes to your politics?
Your party oscillates between being centrists or socialists or rightists.
You're right.
We are...
coalition champions,
and that's why I need you.
Need me?
Planning to topple the government?
No, I want to make one.
I want you to work with me. Help me run my campaign.
I want to distance myself from the party line
and create a new image.
I wanna walk the hard line.
You're laughing.
Did you miss the memo?
I'm persona non-grata in all political circles.
Left, right, center, up, down.
My career is dead on arrival.
Big fucking deal.
What's with the loser attitude?
What happened to the firebrand,
that was Damini Rizvi-Roy?
Well, let me think.
I got thrown out of my own news site.
My book caused nationwide protests so it got pulled back.
And oh, wait, one more fuck up.
My baby also protested.
So I had a miscarriage.
I'm...
I'm sorry, I...
I didn't know, I'm really sorry.
You just want my left liberal followers.
That's all.
Do you only want to write about garbage or actually clean it up too?
Our politics are further than the North and the South Poles.
It's suicide.
Metaphorically and literally. Not just for me...
for you too.
So now if you'll...
please excuse me.
Damini.
To change the system, you have to get inside the system.
You can only retweet and comment from the outside.
This is your chance
to make a difference.
Now the only thing left for you to ask is,
do you have the courage?
To take a chance on me.
On yourself.
Don't you miss having the fire inside of you?
Don't you want it back?
This isn't healthy for Arya.
I know.
I just need a couple more days.
Just a couple more days, okay?
After that...
I don't know.
Beg, grovel, apologize, do anything you have to, just
make up with Kavya. Please.
Or Varun, just...
just find a place of your own.
Arya needs routine, stability.
And what if she gets used to living with you?
I get it.
Middle of the night had an epiphany
So I left you there but I took all my dignity
So the perfect notion of beauty is that.
So now when people ask me,
"Hey Siddhi, what's up?" I just tell them,
"My self-esteem."
'Cause I've changed you Won't recognize my face
There's a power in staying true
True to myself, oh I swear I'll never do that again
I feel power like I never knew
I'm a force of nature Nobody can knock me down
I'm a force of nature
Ain't nothing can stop me now
Gonna hear my thunder roar My storm is pouring down
I'm a force of nature
Been to hell and back But I'm still standing now
There's a fire burning in me That you can't put out
What hasn't killed me Made me strong and proud
And now I'm here to say it out loud
Forget my name cause I've changed you won't recognize my face
There's a power in staying true
True to myself, oh I swear I'll never do that again
I feel power like I never knew
I'm a force of nature Nobody can knock me down
I'm a force of nature
Ain't nothing can stop me now
Gonna hear my thunder roar My storm is pouring down
I'm a force of nature