Hey!
What's wrong with you?
Sumit sir!
Sir!
It's me, Prashant.
I'm sorry. Where have we met?
Sir, Prashant!
Prashant...
Sorry. I am so sorry.
You probably don't remember me. I was a kid back then.
You used to teach music. DTBS, Delhi.
- Delhi, 2008-09? - Yes.
Oh, yeah!
Man, those were crazy days.
I used to teach some weird stuff to kids.
Thank God you were young and don't remember it.
I remember, sir. I remember everything.
And you never taught us anything weird at all!
I've held on to those lessons
through many of my darkest moments
in my imagination.
You have no idea how much you've helped me, Sumit sir.
Prashant?
Yes sir.
What exactly did I teach you
that you feel so grateful for?
"All my life I waited...
Hoping for a miracle of my own
But nothing ever came of it
I kept knocking on fate's door
While destiny kept turning me down..."
"So I leave now...
Shutting this door of fate behind
Next time I return, I'll break it open
With the hammer of my own worth..."
- It was slightly different, sir. - What was it?
"But nothing ever came of it
I kept knocking on fate's door While destiny kept turning me down
The miracle came When I became the magic I sought..."
It just sounds better...
so maybe I changed it.
Well, it's true, sir.
Initially, you were trying to beat destiny with talent,
and later, you said you're the one who writes your own destiny.
Maybe that's why you changed it.
Or maybe my girlfriend liked this "miracle" version better.
What does someone in their mid-twenties really know about the truth?
It just needs to sound cool, that's it.
Yeah.
Alright, this is my stop, Prashant.
Nice meeting you.
Sir...
whenever you're free, we should meet and have a proper conversation.
Sure. My music school is near Goregaon station.
I'm available there every day from 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.
Alright then.
Sir...
can I give you a hug?
I'll miss my stop.
I'll come to meet you, sir.
Tell me, what needs to be done?
Dad, about...
the money issue you have with Jimmy bhaiya,
he's here to discuss it.
And also, regarding all the old issues between you and fufaji,
let’s sort everything out once and for all, please.
So...
you've got a problem with me?
I've never had any issues with you, and I still don't.
- But, I think-- - No, no.
I don't have any issues either.
Alright?
So, we are sorted now.
Now he...
owes me money.
If he has come with the money, then take it.
And...
if he hasn't, then take it whenever he does.
Alright then? Okay.
Dad, Jimmy bhaiya would like to discuss something else with you as well. Bhaiya...
Toni, could you get a cup of tea for Dad?
I've already told them. It's coming, fufaji.
And a large drink of whiskey for me.
I can't bear seeing your father's bare body.
Please sit, mama.
Even if I keep it short,
explaining my issue will take at least five to ten minutes.
Sit.
You're back!
Buddy, I read your script.
When you direct it,
please let me audition.
Please.
How was it?
Do you really think I'd hug you if it was all crap?
You've written a masterpiece, man.
So...
Where are you headed, all dressed up?
Got a date?
It's Tripti's party.
We're all heading out.
You should get ready too. There's no dinner cooked tonight.
Do we have any leftovers from lunch?
Why? Aren't you coming?
I'm not really in the mood to go out tonight.
By the way, Vedha's coming too.
So what?
So...
nothing.
Look, today's your chance. Take your shot.
I actually feel bad for you.
This doesn't suit you.
You keep watching her through the peephole.
I'll go call them.
I've got a message from the client.
If Tarun hadn't interfered, you would've been selected.
Just hang in there a bit longer. Good things are coming your way.
If someone as talented as you is giving up everything...
it honestly feels bad.
You feel bad?
Then don't be part of the fraud.
- When was I part of it? - Tarun was.
Did you say to his face...
"Tarun, you're a fraud"?
So, buddy, whether you take part in fraud
or just keep quiet about it,
it's practically the same.
If you spot fraud, you confront it head-on.
That's your way.
Because they committed fraud against you, I quit the casting agency.
That's my way.
Don't leave, man.
Hi.
- Hey. - Hello.
- All set. - Yes. Let's go.
Shall we?
Hey.
So here's my issue.
Pradeep, aka The Kataria.
Divyansh, aka The Deshwal.
Mama, both of them are sharpshooters,
and both are like my brothers.
Unlike your bouncers, these aren't guys who work for a daily wage.
They make enough to be in the 30% tax bracket.
Boys, tell him how you two got selected.
One day, we were--
I'll smack you with a slipper if you say a word in my house, asshole!
Whenever I feel like scratching my ass,
I've got people like you to do it for me.
Just put a finger on your lips,
shut up, and stand there quietly.
Hurry up!
It's fine.
I'll explain it myself.
Bro, your old boss gave you full marks for loyalty,
but there's one thing he doesn't know.
What?
Your boss has never been shot at.
If the bullets really start flying, not even he knows how you'll react.
Jimmy bhai, before we got into personal security,
we spent five years in jail, doing time with a rival gang.
Once, there were ten guys,
each wielding a knife
crafted from broken glass.
Despite it all,
the two of us stood firm and fought.
There's a famous saying, Jimmy bhai.
"Bullets rain, cowards squeal in pain.
One badass stays in the game."
One badass fights, shields, and is ready to bite the dust.
He's a...
gangster.
The guy who bolts when bullets fly is a...
wuss.
And the dude who takes off with him?
An asshole!
Know what an asshole is, Jimmy bhai?
Wimpy fuckers.
Rather than lose face and be called a wuss...
we'd rather die.
Gangster!
Thank you.
Jimmy bhai, this is exactly how he ends up
every damn day.
He then forces himself to throw up,
empties his stomach, and then eats.
Bhai...
if you could tell us about the money.
How much are you thinking?
The Deshwal...
here's the deal.
He was drunk and held his cigarette the wrong way.
That's okay.
If someone tries to kill me
and he's holding the gun wrong...
I'm a goner before you even fix it.
It will be J-I-M-M-Y. Boom boom, and bye-bye.
Take care, man. Nice meeting you.
I was down on the ground, Dad.
I was looking at him, barely conscious,
slowly walking toward me,
ready to put the next bullet in my head.
Toni...
even in Australia they must believe that
your whole life flashes before your eyes moments before you die.
No?
You know what I saw?
I saw the life that could've been...
but never would be, because I was dying.
Dad, I even saw you...
playing with my daughter.
Up on a spacious terrace of a house.
You know what kind of house it was?
Just like the one I built for you.
But when that vision faded, Toni...
I got this...
really, really, really terrible feeling.
A tide of sorrow.
The kind that comes from losing a future that never got to happen.
It was so overwhelming, mama...
I couldn't take it.
I shut my eyes.
And Dad, before he could even kill me,
I was already dead.
Your father had me killed, Toni.
Because, Dad, I wasn't returning mama's money.
I wasn't paying him back because
even when I was going to return it,
my badass mama was still going to get me killed.
So tell me, cousin.
How do we settle this now?
Dad got you killed?
But you're sitting right here in front of me.
You know what his problem is?
Delusion.
He actually thinks
that instead of doing their own work, everyone's scheming to kill him.
Him!
To get him killed.
Have you even seen yourself?
You mongrel!
Even if you stay alive, what the hell will you accomplish?
You spend all day plotting just to stop your mama from getting an MP ticket.
Also...
you were the one who sent that girl as a client, right?
Just so you could make a dirty video of me?
Go ahead then. Make your mama's filthy video!
You bastard!
What did you gain from all this?
Tell me.
With your filthy money,
you bought your father a floor in the building.
And you, street rat...
he's rocking the kurta-pajama you bought with my money, isn't he?
Just let me become an MP,
and I'll drag your father by his hair...
make him parade naked through the street!
Your father shot my father's son, Toni.
That's my problem, Toni.
So, tell me.
Want me to settle this by shooting your father's son as well?
Tell me.
He didn't get a second shot.
Even then, I was flatlined for 12 minutes in the hospital.
I was dead, Toni, but I've returned.
to live out everything from that dream.
And mama, that dream showed you completely wrecked.
Just wait and see.
You dream of becoming an MP, right?
I'll make you...
a Member of Pataal.
Shall we leave, Dad?
Your bags are here. Let's get you settled.
SAPNE VS THE WORLD
THE CRAZY VS THE WORLD
THE CRAZY VS SOCIETY
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Take it slow.
You're not used to this.
It's okay. I'm fine.
Bro, pass me the bottle, I'll make my own drink.
Our speed's gonna be different from yours.
How's the writing going, Ashvin?
What are you working on these days?
I've just wrapped a film script,
now it's time to pitch it to producers.
Nice!
Ashvin, how's the heroine's role?
I'll think about it if I like the script.
It's not just good.
It's his best work so far.
Honestly, it's the best script I've read to date.
Really? What's it about? Tell us.
I'll tell you sometime later. Don't want to bore everyone else.
Not at all! He said it's your best script!
Now, we are curious. Tell us.
Tell them.
Let them see I wasn't exaggerating.
Okay.
So basically, in Delhi, there are two iconic theater groups.
Not many people know this,
but their lead actors are always competing with each other.
Like, whose performance got more applause,
who made people laugh or cry,
whose acting felt so real,
the audiences couldn't tell if it was real or just acting.
I mean, the competition gets so fierce that, by the end,
in order to improve their performance,
both actors aren't just better than each other.
They might actually be the best in the world.
But when you see what they had to go through to get there,
their shocking, horrifying, heartbreaking secrets,
you start wondering as an audience, why anyone would go that far.
But the real question is, did these two think it was worth it?
That is the point.
In fact, that's the only point.
Ashvin, I have a question.
Does any of them get famous in the end?
Or do either of them snag a big role in a big movie in the end?
- No. - Then what are they even competing for?
Applause and tears?
Greatness.
To be the best at their craft.
You think people can relate to that?
I mean, people usually want money, fame, and success.
And your characters get none of that.
And this painful struggle, just to be best at their craft...
do people like that even exist?
I think people like these exist,
and they go on to achieve greatness as well.
That's what Ashvin's trying to show.
So this might give confidence to those who are not chasing greatness
just because they are confused.
Like everyone else, do you go after money, fame, and success,
or follow a path that actually fulfills you?
Irrespective of whether you get 100 million followers or just 100.
I have a request.
Please add to your story that...
people who chase greatness
are insanely selfish.
They don't think about anyone else.
Not even their own family.
You can take care of your family,
and still follow your dreams.
It's my personal experience.
There was this guy...
whose ambitions were coming true.
Everything was going fine,
but he didn't want extra responsibilities.
He claimed it was affecting his mental state.
Caring for his parents was apparently "too much" for his mental health.
So, he left home to chase his ambitions.
For him, ambition came first,
and responsibility toward parents came second.
And right at the bottom is...
the girl's ambition.
We're not even talking about a boy and a girl here.
In that case, I also happen to know a girl
who chooses a boy for his money and security,
so that he handles all the responsibilities,
while she does whatever she wants.
How dare you say that to me?
What did I even say to you?
You said I just do whatever I want!
How can you say that to me?!
What do you even know?! What do you know about what I'm doing?!
Vedha...
I don't know what just happened.
I wasn't even talking about her.
It happens.
When someone's dealing with so much emotionally,
you never know what will trigger them.
Should we head home?
Wanna go to the beach?
Sure.
I never thought my dad would try to have someone killed.
He tried to kill Jimmy bhaiya.
He almost did.
Toni, I know you wanted to move to India to be with your dad and mom.
But with everything that's happening, do you still want to be living here?
Do you want us to be living here?
What your mama did to you once...
he can do it again.
I'm really scared, Jimmy.
Dad, there's a guy named Monty.
He charges one lakh to kill someone.
I gave him one lakh upfront,
plus a contract worth one crore.
I have warned mama.
If I die...
Monty is gonna blow his head off, Dad.
I've given five contracts to lethal hitmen mama has no clue about.
He won't do a damn thing.
He said that...
if he becomes the MP...
he would drag me naked through the streets.
I won't let him become an MP.
And if they strip you, Dad, then everyone's getting stripped.
And shame ends there.
I become a sinner...
and dharma perishes too.
If what Jimmy bhaiya said is true,
then there is a problem, Dad.
I will not be able to live here with my wife and daughter.
I just don't understand...
how you could order a hit on someone!
Why are you threatening to leave the house?
You don't get it, do you?
Let me explain it to you.
You must explain, Dad.
But...
will you then go and press your foot on Jimmy's chest?
No? When he pressed his foot on my chest,
you didn't react because
you wanted to understand
why I wanted that bastard killed, right?
Now that I'm explaining it to you,
will you go step on his chest?
You nearly crapped yourself the moment you saw the gun!
If instead of you, I'd had a vicious dog...
and someone walked into my house and stepped on my chest,
it would have torn his face apart.
But here,
my own blood is demanding I explain everything, or he'll just leave!
Go!
Take your foreign wife and daughter and get out.
But, Dad...
I really don't get it.
What exactly happened between you two
that you wanted him killed?
You're not a gangster.
"What exactly happened?"
Come on. Come here. Sit down.
He was sitting here,
and his father was sitting there.
And over there...
all my men were standing.
With both his hands, he held my face like this...
straightened it...
and...
He slapped your father!
he slapped me in front of everyone!
Toni...
I don't even remember...
the last time I'd ever been slapped before that.
Jimmy bhaiya slapped...
And if fufaji was right there, why didn't he stop bhaiya?
Because...
your fufaji
just sat there smirking, waiting for me to take the slap!
But you don't understand all of this, do you?
Now, will you go to your Jimmy bhaiya and ask him
why he slapped your father?
He'll say, "You mongrel...
because your father slapped my father first!"
Then you'll come back to me
asking why I slapped his father,
and I'll tell you that he was trying to wreck my fucking business!
Then you'll go back to him once again
asking why he was wrecking my business!
Then you will come back to me, and you will just keep trying to "understand!"
That's how you'll become Toni, the Intellectual!
Then, when your father will tell you to go step on his chest,
you will fucking freeze like a scared little bitch.
When the father is strong...
the son is just a weak-ass!
They think their father will handle everything,
and their own responsibilities don't fucking matter.
First, your younger brother left me saying,
"Dad, I want to live independently."
That whipped asshole was totally controlled by his wife.
So... I let him be independent.
Now, you can also go.
I'm more than capable on my own.
I'll deal with everyone myself.
Because you don't know this...
but your father is a bloody gangster.
Bro, if this theatre film ever gets made,
I will direct it myself for sure.
I will not take your audition.
I'll cast you and Manish directly.
What do you mean by you'll direct it yourself?
You were going to direct your other scripts as well, right?
I wanted to, man.
And that's exactly why I've been stuck for five years.
I planned to sell the script only to someone who'd let me direct it.
But now, I feel like...
when I was getting such good offers for the scripts,
I should have just sold them.
At least as a writer, some of my work would finally come out.
And had something been a hit...
at least I would be in a better position to ask the producer to let me direct.
Ironically, in my own story, I'm telling the world that greatness is impractical...
and here I am, trying to be practical.
I mean, what can I say?
It makes me feel like a fraud.
Did you get another offer?
I wrote a romantic script a long time ago.
My first ever script.
The producer came in with a hefty offer for it.
But whether he'll let me direct or not...
I'll get to know tomorrow.
What do you think?
If the producer does not agree to let me direct it...
should I sell it?
I was also confused after college, Ashvin.
Whether to act full-time...
or pursue it alongside a job.
My mother understood it.
She always did.
That's when she told me a story.
What Does Pinto Want?
There was a boy named Pinto.
He had the skills, the talent... yet he was unhappy.
He used to think,
"This life I'm living is too small for someone with my abilities."
But he had strong faith in God.
As he cried one night, he turned to God in prayer.
He said...
Please help me, God!
Please help me!
Whatever you wish to become,
say it...
and you shall be it!
God is here. God is here.
Tell me, what does Pinto want?
I...
I want to have 1,000 crores, God.
As you wish, so shall it be.
Just a minute, God.
Let me think it through first.
Can I take some time?
So, God gives Pinto one month to ponder it.
And Pinto
goes back and starts asking his friends and family...
If I could ask for anything,
will it be prudent to ask for 1,000 crores?
If you will have 1,000 crores,
you'll spend your life worrying about protecting it.
You might have 1,000 crores,
but if your body and mind are not sound,
then you will not be able to enjoy the money.
What if you are granted 1,000 crores and you die the next day?
God, I have decided.
I want to live forever.
As you wish, so shall it be.
But, God, would that really be good for me?
As you wish, so shall it be.
Yes, my wish is your command...
but tell me honestly, God.
I am asking for the right thing?
And then he asked God for one more month.
Once again, Pinto begins to think about what he really wants.
What if I were to ask for immortality?
Sure. But, Pinto...
imagine suffering from an incurable disease
or losing limbs, yet you still don't die.
You'd be trapped, sick, disabled, and miserable for all eternity.
I wish I never feel unhappy.
But God, I am already happy.
What if I die too early?
He kept asking God for a month's time, over and over, for a long time,
constantly thinking about that one true desire,
until Pinto got exhausted. And then...
when Pinto met God one last time...
he said...
O God, whatever You know
is best for me...
let that be mine.
As you wish, so shall it be.
And Pinto's life turned out
exactly how it would've been
even if he had never met God.
Because Pinto understood what he wanted,
but he couldn't comprehend
what he'd have to give up to get it.
Prashant, take your time.
Think.
And once you decide on that one thing you truly want,
don't let any doubt creep in. Just chase your dream.
And whatever you need to leave behind,
you must let it go.
But...
when you chase something with all your heart,
you'll eventually get there.
Because we don't realize it, but...
just like Pinto...
we've been given the same gift by God.
"As you wish, so shall it be."
God!
I want to be a writer and director!
Confirmed!
And whatever I have to give up for it,
I'm ready to let it go.
Tomorrow, if the producer agrees to let me direct,
that's great.
I won't just sell the script.
Hey!
Ashvin, let's go find some seashells.
Seashells?
Yeah... seashells!
And buddy, on the way back, one auto won't fit all of us.
So you and Vedha can share a ride.
Cool? Come on.
I'm sorry.
Well...
I drank after ages tonight.
I'm feeling really stupid right now.
Well, I only drink
when something's bothering me.
Something I don't want to face...
yet can't stop thinking about.
You already know everything, right?
What's on your mind
that you're trying not to think about?
What were you saying earlier?
That girls choose a guy for security,
then live freely without worry,
while he bears all the responsibilities?
You were generalizing all guys based on one case.
And then I said, "I also happen to know a girl..."
Why don't you become that guy
who can handle everything?
I'll become that guy.
Might take some time though.
How long?
What do you want to become?
Me?
I just want to keep doing what I'm doing right now...
here in Mumbai.
I love styling people.
And I believe I'm really good at it.
Also, just so you know, your fashion sense is...
pathetic.
I'll style you.
When?
Once I become successful.
No.
Before that and after that as well.
Always.
And you take your time.
Keep doing whatever you are doing.
I can see it.
You will be very successful, Prashant.
And till then...
I...
will take care of your responsibilities.
Good night.
Prashant!
It won't open.
Why are you breathing so heavily?
Are you okay?
Good night.
I'm moving out of the house.
After learning everything yesterday,
I don't feel comfortable staying there with my family anymore.
Can I buy a floor in your building?
And the other two as well.
And no need for a month. I'll pay 15 crores within two days.
Prashant, wake up! You're getting a call.
Sorry, you must have gotten disturbed.
No, that's alright.
Since you were up late last night, I'm guessing there's been some progress!
Why, dude?
You said arranging 15 crores in two days wasn't possible.
Dad shouldn't become an MP.
If he does, he might get you killed.
For the sake of both
you and him,
I'm offering 15 crores to ensure your candidate gets the ticket.
Full payment in two days, okay?
Done.
I'll wait.
Hello?
Yes, Nina, tell me.
Meeting for?
Yes.
See you at two.
Thank you.
- Ashvin! - Yeah?
Come out.
What happened?
All good?
I managed to smack bad luck right in the face and made it through, man!
I am... a hero!
Bagged a lead role?!
Prashant, get in here, fucker!
I've not seen anything good happening to anyone in this house.
The writer couldn't sell the script. The actor couldn't land a role.
This fucking house is cursed.
- All the best, bro. - Thank you.
Hey!
Stand tall! These are expensive sunglasses, jerk!
I told my mom a lie just to get these before coming to Mumbai.
I told her you had to wear them before signing a film,
otherwise they wouldn't let you sign.
I'll send her your photo. She'll be happy to know her money wasn't wasted.
Go on! Go on! Go tell her.
If you sign without letting her know, she'll be angry.
How do I look, Miss Stylist?
Pathetic.
Vedha...
I will soon become the one who fulfills all the responsibilities.
I have got a film.
Lead role!
Wow! Congratulations, Prashant.
- Thank you. - What are you congratulating him for?
You also congratulate me.
I am debuting.
- What! - Yeah!
- Really? - Yeah!
- Congratulations, man! - Thank you.
That's the second piece of good news today. Have you told him yet?
She's leaving Mumbai.
Madam is getting married.
It was fixed the day before yesterday, she told me today.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Is he okay?
Oh dear, my heart longs to live Where every wall is glass
It longs to shiver and tremble Where no heat or warmth exists
Unclench your hand The sand has run through it
This fist is only an illusion
Talks of gardens don't belong here
This is a place of falling leaves