(Vikrant reminiscing)Papa!
Yes!
Yay!
Papa, (Zia playing as a kid)
Vikrant, the landlady mentioned...
Well,
it's a good thing that she has taken after her father in terms of height.
You were expecting Zia when we got this, right?
Saisha and Naksh.
I remember you used to binge watch Friends,
and enjoy the chips that used to come in the yellow packet.
Blue.
It's really happening.
This is our last week in the house.
Okay listen, the landlady mentioned
that she knows the owner of our new house.
Hmm.
And there's something really fishy about this deal.
Baby, I'm not the only one who's lying.
What's for lunch?
I don't know. Why don't you tell me?
I feel like cottage cheese with peas and stir-fried vegetables.
Yummy.
Hmm, but do you think you can cook that?
Who me?
Of course, why not?
Pammi, you're serious?
Wow.
You forgot.
We had decided that you'd organize today's potluck.
Remember.
Is it?
Oh yes.
No problem. We have Nisha.
Nisha?
It's her day off.
She takes a day off every second Sunday.
Today is the "Second" Sunday?
For you, every day is a Sunday.
And for me, every day is a Monday.
Okay, so you seriously want me to cook for us?
Do you remember what happened the last time I cooked?
(flashback)
Tada!
Your favorite.
- My favorite? - Yeah.
What is it?
Mix vegetables.
You see, I took all the vegetables and mixed them.
Try it.
Good?
Okay. Okay.
If you want me to help you a little, I'm fine with that.
But that's it.
A small help would be great.
Please cook the lunch.
I will cook.
Good luck.
I told you we should take the JP Road, but no,
you just want to experiment with everything.
For the last time,
according to the map that route would have taken 35 minutes longer.
And why can't you be a little flexible sometimes?
What the hell is that supposed to mean, huh?
It's supposed to me...
Once you fixate on something then that's it.
There is no room for change.
The entire world might go down to shit but Ms. Prerna Shastri won't budge.
Right.
Look can we...can we please just stop fighting?
Hey you know what, that's a great idea.
Good.
Vikrant must be waiting for me. I'll see you there.
Hello, I thought I was invited too.
Yeah, you know what? I changed my mind.
Akansha?
Hmm?
This is a great carrom board.
Why are we selling this?
When was the last time you played carrom?
It's a waste of space.
Hey, you are forgetting this used to be Zia's nappy changing station.
You know, I changed my first every nappy here.
Yuck! And you let me touch it.
Gross.
No, no. We won't sell this.
Okay Vikrant, listen to me.
I think you are getting too attached to these things.
Look, we're moving to a new house.
To a new space to start a new life.
What's the point of hoarding all this?
Wow, this is hoarding?
Fine, then let's just throw everything away.
Let's throw all our photo albums away.
Let's bury all our jewelry.
And set the house on fire.
And then we can start a new life,
in a new space with zero memories.
Hey, Papa.
Go.
Can you help me cook for the Potluck?
Don't tell your mom.
And please come here as quickly as you can.
I don't think I can come right away.
But I can guide you on the phone.
Fine.
Take cauliflower, carrots, mushrooms,
- Cauliflower. - broccoli,
- Mushroom. - and chop them. Okay?
And...
Done.
Make sure the sizes are all equal.
That's the most important thing.
Care to tell me why did you mention it at the last?
(Video playing inside phone) "You are asking for trouble, Govind Shastri."
"It's cool."
"If they finds out, I'll take them for some ice cream as a peace offering."
"Listen, I got to go."
"We have a Potluck today."
"Potluck."
"Okay". ( Video playing on phone ends)
Dhruv, we should tell everyone the truth, right away.
Which one?
Both of them.
Nidhi, I am losing my mind. I just can't believe--
Have water.
Dhruv, I am telling you,
this is going to get worse if we don't tell them the truth.
We have a Pot...
At least tell Vikrant the truth as soon as we reach there for Potluck.
Okay?
I think it's gone.
We have to tell them the truth.
Keep stirring the vegetables, okay?
Uh-huh.
You know mom taught me how to cook,
and now I am passing on that knowledge to you.
Oh no.
Won't she know if I feed her something made from her own recipe?
Don't worry, yours won't be as good as hers.
Did you add salt?
Salt?
Just one teaspoon.
Oh.
Govind?
(music playing on speaker)
Hello?
Have a look at this.
It was kept on your table.
Your reports.
So what?
It's not my will that I'd keep it in the safe.
Oh my God!
Govind, why don't you ever understand?
What happened, Pammi?
You are jumping around like you absolutely fit and fine.
Because I am fit and fine.
But we can't show it, can we?
You leave you test reports out in the open.
We have to be careful, especially around the kids.
I don't know how they will react if they find out about it.
Our kids aren't here.
You don't act ill in front of them either.
Don't worry, Pammi.
Our family has become so close from the time we started having Potlucks.
There will be no problems.
(music playing on speaker)
What if they learn the truth?
It won't make any difference.
They will all understand my intention.
And if anything, they are all going to be grateful to me.
Ah!
Trust me.
Look now, let the head chef get back to cooking.
Go and relax.
Just go and relax.
Relax.
(Phone ringing)
Yes, Dad.
So what's the next step?
We are done cooking the vegetables.
You should start cooking the rice now.
Hi Akansha.
Oh hi, Mom.
Thank you dear, but I'll handle it from here.
Oh.
Bye.
Okay.
Who are you calling?
Nisha?
Come home immediately. Your leave has been cancelled.
Hmm.
Okay, we have made the final list.
We are giving away all those things.
And we are keeping all these things.
Now please don't say that we should sell the bed as well.
Of course not. (baby's playing on bed)
I am not asking you to sell everything.
By the way, buyers will start queuing up at the door,
if we post the picture of such cute babies on the bed.
- No! - No!
We are not selling this.
Actually, I can't let go of all these things.
This headless Barbie.
These broken hot wheels.
Remember?
All these memories are a living proof of their childhood.
We will be leaving them all behind with this house.
You know now I understand why Dad was so attached to everything related to us.
Those two have kept everything of us.
Really?
Yeah.
Sweet.
- Hey. - Hmm?
You take photos.
Okay.
All her ideas are so bad.
Smile.
Oh.
(Phone camera click)
Just one?
Relax.
Hi.
You're still here?
Hey.
- I-- - I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said all those things.
Traffic got the better of me.
No listen, you made sense, as always.
I am the one who overacted.
It's okay.
Hmm?
What?
Hmm.
Right.
I am sorry.
I'm sorry, I didn't... say that again?
I am sorry.
Oh!
Oh, that sounded so good.
The great Miss Prerna Shastri has finally apologized.
What a special day this is.
What a drama queen you are.
Oh my god, I'll never forget this.
Such sweet words.
You know this suits you.
You should say it more often.
You should be an actor.
Nisha?
Yes?
I think we will have to add more spices to it.
It looks quite bland.
We'll add some.
But sir, this minestrone soup that you have made looks great!
It's a vegetable stew!
Huh?
Look, I can save this vegetable stir-fry.
But we will have order in everything else.
I worked so hard on it, Pammi.
Yes, but your hard work isn't edible.
Try, try.
Okay Dad, it's clear that you have done the cooking today.
Zia, don't eat this or you'll start crying.
You see, art is more important than the taste,
because it's the thought that matters.
Of course, and the thought behind this is making sure the whole family gets loosies.
Come on!
That's disgusting...
Just look at it.
Mom, what is loosies?
Yes, Mom?
Ziu, loosies are what you get when you'll have food cooked by grandpa.
I want loosies.
No.
- Yes. - You don't.
That's it.
- (Dhruv Hiccups) Yes.
Dhruv?
Dhruv is hiding something.
He is hiccupping.
What are you hiding, Dhruv?
I just need some air.
You okay?
- Try this. Probably it's good. Looks nice. - Are you sure?
What's wrong with him?
You didn't make this, right?
Pass the Sambhar.
- Try. - No.
(conversation around the table)
Hey.
What's wrong?
It's nothing, bro.
Just acidity.
Dhruv?
You always get hiccups when you are stressed over something.
What is wrong?
I don't like it.
What happened?
It's nothing.
Tell me what's wrong.
I am your big brother.
What's up? All good?
Yeah, all good.
I don't know how you are going to react over it,
but it's important that I tell you this.
I screwed up.
Whatever it is... doesn't matter.
What happened?
I spoke to the owner of your new house and gave him some extra money.
I asked him to quote a lower price.
No but that's... it's a distress sale, right?
Right.
I paid extra.
Okay.
So how much extra money you paid?
80.
80 what?
80 lacs! bro.
Wow.
I swear I thought I was helping, Bhabs.
This is not helping, Dhruv.
Why did you have to lie?
I mean, we have registered it.
We have the possession of the house.
And now you're deciding to tell us all this?
- I am so sorry. - No, I can't even process this.
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought you needed the money, bro.
- I just-- - But you don't get to decide that, Dhruv.
I had a budget.
I had my limitations.
So fine... so now, I'm going to pay you back.
- Bro, please. - Just shut up.
- You don't need to, bro. - It's going to be like a loan.
It will take me some time to pay you back.
I'll pay you every month.
And how... so does Nidhi know about this?
She too is quite upset with me.
What are you doing, Dhruv?
What is this need of yours to fix everything, sort everyone's life?
I am sorry.
Dhruv...
I am sorry.
Dhruv, you are my little brother.
I know you have my back.
But sometimes, you think that you are helping others,
but what you are doing is interfering in people's life,
and it causes hurt and it causes confusion.
And we don't need more confusion in this family.
Just stop it.
And don't ever lie to me, Dhruv.
Dhruv, I just told you don't like to me.
What's going on?
What is it, Dhruv?
It's about Dad.
What Dad? What about Dad?
(conversation around the table)
No chance.
No, no, I know it.
No, this is your favorite. You try it
You are my favorite daughter.
Try some.
I tried. No, thank you.
The smell only is what a WOW ! (Laughs)
Yeah, I know. I can see that.
I can smell it.
I think the last time I had such bad food was in my college canteen.
- I swear. - It's that bad?
Yeah, Dad, it's...
Don't try your stupid jokes, Dad.
Huh?
What is wrong with him?
Are you feeling alright?
Have a seat.
Am I feeling alright, you ask? How are you feeling?
I am fit and fine.
Fit and fine.
Yeah.
You are fit and fine after lying?
What are you saying, Vikrant?
Don't vent it out on him.
It is Dhruv's fault.
What? What's his fault?
What did you do?
He didn't do anything.
He didn't go to New York because of you, Dad.
What?
What's going on?
He is fine.
He is absolutely fine.
This was all one big elaborate lie about his heart attack,
so that we meet here every week for this stupid Potluck.
What!
What are you saying?
What would I do a thing like that?
Dad, we know.
I have a video of Chandvani uncle and you in my laptop.
And I am just curious, Dad. What were you thinking?
That you'll keep lying and we'll keep meeting for this elaborate family drama?
You are a liar, Dad.
Vicky.
Don't talk to your father like that.
Oh come on, Mom.
I am sure you also knew.
And I don't have the bandwidth or the time for this family bullshit.