The ACP is calling you, sir.
Please wait here.
I'll be back.
-Hey, where's my tea? -Sir...
Just coming.
Anna, one strong tea.
Add some ginger.
Sir.
Bhikshapathi.
Have it.
-You know Vrushen Babu, right? -Yes, sir.
His fiancée, Hamsa Lekha,
went to attend a function as the chief guest last night.
She's been missing since then.
I'll investigate, sir.
Don't go now.
If people know about this, it will be a mess.
Get the CCTV footage first.
Okay, sir. See you, sir.
Thank you, sir.
-Hey, Ramesh. -Sir.
Go to the Star Hotel immediately.
Collect the CCTV footage from last evening until now.
-Why, sir? -Get on it right away.
Okay, sir.
What happened next?
Lucky, my son, what are you doing?
Ship.
Are you making a ship?
Good. Make bigger ones.
Then why are you making holes in that ship?
This is the Titanic, Dad.
My, oh, my!
You'll grow up to become a scientist.
You're a lion, son.
Lion? I'll hunt you both down.
Did you ask him why he's not in school at this time?
That's right. Why didn't you go to school today, son?
My teacher died.
Your teacher's dead?
Who? The one with the baby-cut hairstyle we saw at school recently?
No.
You mastered the art of lying.
Why did you hit him?
He's already grieving over his dead teacher.
Well, that dead teacher with the baby-cut hairstyle
called today and asked why he didn't show up.
Really?
You little brat!
The fruit never falls far from the tree. What did you expect?
I thought he will grow up and become a scientist.
Not a killer like this.
He's your son. What do you expect?
He's lying like you and getting corrupted.
That's why I insist on moving to a gated community.
You keep whining about moving to a gated community!
How much money do you have to begin with?
What did you do with all the dowry my family gave you?
-Sure, those bundles-- -Spent them lavishly?
Bye, Mom. I'm off to school.
How will you go, dear? You missed the bus.
-You're on your phone all night... -Didn't I tell you not to call me?
...and wake up late in the morning.
He'll drop you off. Go.
Come on, dear. I'll drop you off.
Not on this bike, Dad. Let's take the car.
Why take the car for such a short distance?
Let's go on the bike.
Get rid of those cans at least, Dad.
My friends will laugh at me.
These cans represent our business.
Let them know.
Man, you just don't get it!
You don't get it. Come on.
We'll be there in five minutes.
Well, dear, what's the update on the project you were talking about?
-Dad, pull over. -Here?
-Yes, stop.
Why here, dear? Do you want to buy something?
No, Dad. Go straight from here.
I'll cross the road and go.
Really? Okay.
Cross the road carefully.
Hey, Dimple.
-Hi. -Who dropped you off?
-Your daddy? -A worker at our dairy farm did.
Oh, worker? Did you finish your homework?
Where's my baby?
Adithi.
-Nanamma. -My little princess.
What are you doing, Adithi?
Homework?
-Did you eat... -How are you, Aunty?
Why would I complain, dear?
I live far away from my children, all by myself, at this age.
That's how it is.
What can we do about it?
One must be lucky to have certain things.
Okay, I'm late for court. I'll get going.
-Okay, dear. -Bye, Adithi.
Shall we do our homework?
Drama queen.
Just two days, Rekha. Keep it together.
Let her stay here forever if she can control her crooked words.
I can't deal with her drama.
Now that your grandmother is here, we can play.
What?
A moment ago, you came in, looking so grumpy.
How did you suddenly get so much energy?
Okay, get some rest. I'll drop her at school and go to my office.
I'll take her.
You go to your office.
Okay, go on.
Nanamma will drop you off today.
-Oh, Doctor. -Yes, Mrs. Devi.
How are you? How's your health?
Yeah, you can come at 3:00 p.m.
I'll be in the Banjara Hills branch.
Sure, I'll be there.
No, nothing to worry about.
It's just a simple scan.
Don't forget to take a prior appointment.
-I'll be there in an hour. -Madhu!
Please. Why don't you go to the other room and talk?
What's your problem if I talk here?
Can't you see? I'm busy.
I'm talking about the future.
Okay, I'm going to the hospital.
Pick up our child once you're free.
Bye, bye.
All my problems...
I'll try to get through my problems if I'm fortunate.
Lakshmi!
Hey, why are you ringing the bell so many times?
Sir, isn't madam home?
I'm the madam.
Then, call the sir.
Hey, you're taking way too much liberty.
What's the matter?
It's Ganesh Chaturthi season.
-The donation, sir. -No donation, nothing. Go away.
I knew you wouldn't have any money to give me.
Madam asked me to come, saying that she'd give it.
That's why I'm here. Please call her.
We changed our religion last evening.
We'll be changing all the gods' photos by this evening.
Donation, my foot. Get lost!
I'm surrounded by filth.
[indistinct chatter]
Homework sheets again?
Sir.
I finished all the homework you asked me to do, sir.
You're not suitable for office work.
Can't you at least do the homework properly?
I did everything correctly, sir.
Really? Did you?
What's this?
-What is this? -Paper, sir.
-Planets, sir. -How many exist?
-Nine. -That shows your knowledge.
They excluded Pluto from the planets list.
There are only eight planets now.
I was humiliated because of your mistake.
Do you know how offensively my wife spoke to me?
I mean I was taught about nine planets when I was in school, sir.
That's when your brain stopped developing.
You don't have the enthusiasm to learn about new things.
Why do you guys come here to ruin my peace?
Look at your appearance.
You don't have any fashion sense!
Who would braid their hair while wearing jeans?
Do you think you're a Taekwondo fighter?
What are you looking at? Go away.
Get out!
-Hello, sir? -Vikram, come to my cabin.
Yeah, I'm on the way, sir.
Bitch!
Are the reports ready, Vikram?
-They're ready, sir. -Well, let me see them.
The printer stopped working when I tried getting the printouts.
I can mail them to you, sir.
Vikram.
Do you know what your problem is?
You're not a go-getter.
Go-getters never make any excuses.
-Sir, I tried the printer-- -Vikram.
A winner never whines.
A winner always finds a way to get things done.
And, moreover,
you should never say no to your boss.
Never.
-Be a yes-man. -Yes, sir.
Yes! Good!
Yeah. Now, you can go.
-Vikram. -Sir?
That underwear ad, ASAP.
-Yes, sir. -Good.
Vikram.
Nothing. You can go.
Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
Son of a gun!
Hello?
Did you drop our kid to school?
Amma said she would.
Adithi didn't go to school.
-Her teacher called me. -Uh-huh.
What "uh-huh"?
Didn't I tell you?
She'll stay for two days and change our daughter's routine.
It'll take me ten days to fix it.
I'll talk--
Excuse me.
Is it wrong to wear braids while wearing jeans?
Madam.
Let us express our sympathies to one another later.
We first need new ideas to finish this underwear ad.
I used to play this long before my wedding, sir.
I'm playing it again now. Thanks to you, sir.
Your madam wants to play.
-That's why I'm practising it. -Wow.
Here. All yours.
-By the way, Lakshmi. -Sir?
When does your husband usually return home?
That guy.
He gets drunk and wanders around town until 10 p.m. or 11 p.m.
-Daily? -Yes, daily.
You don't get angry?
Why wouldn't I, sir?
I feel like hitting him with a stone when I'm mad.
But it's better for me if he comes home late, sir.
Otherwise, he'll keep asking me to cook something different.
-Here, your turn. -You're a gracious lady, Lakshmi.
Every man should get a wife like you.
Stop kidding, sir.
-You're making me blush. -Stop overacting.
-Sir. -Give me a minute.
-Sir! -Hey, wait a minute!
Victory--
-Hello? -Hello?
-Vikram bro. -Rahul bro.
Are you free, bro? Can we talk?
I'm a bit busy, but tell me.
I called you regarding a short writing assignment, bro.
Tell me if you don't like the assignment. Okay?
Bro, I like everything except my apartment president Kumar
and his son, Sai.
Tell me.
I need an absurd advertisement for an international underwear company.
The client didn't like any of our proposals.
I'll be really happy if you try it out.
I'm also ready to pay you the advance.
Well, I have a few ongoing projects right now.
But I'll adjust.
I'll write it for you, bro.
For sure. By when do you want it?
It'd be great if you send it by tomorrow evening, bro.
I'll send you some videos for reference, if you want.
Bro, please.
I'm an original writer.
Let me find inspiration from the real world.
I don't need any reference material.
Wow, bro.
Okay, let's meet at the bar in the evening.
Yeah, sure. Done.
-Bye. -Bye.
Sir, we paused the game. Come, let's resume.
Am I paying you to work or play?
Get back to work!
Boo!
You're a great person, sir.
I know.
That's not for you. That's a donation from my side for Ganesh Chaturthi.
Keep it and give the receipt to madam.
But didn't you change your religion?
I changed my mind.
Sir.
Greetings, man.
Greetings, Rahul anna!
-How are you doing? -All good. What's up?
This evening we are meeting at 7 p.m. in the bar, remember?
Yes, I do.
Listen, don't bail on us. Things will get ugly, I swear.
Well, Ganta anna, you never step out unless you wear some silk clothes.
What are you up to now with your towel and vest?
Office feels, bro. Office feels!
Our appearance should match the work we do.
That's when it'll be fun.
If I wear some other clothes,
she won't let me milk her and kick me away.
Nice bro. Funny! Funny and...
Bro, I'll call you back in a minute.
-I'll call you. -Rahul bhai, don't miss, 7 o'clock.
Okay. Bye.
Whatever people say, I don't care. I truly like the Dikky underwear.
Almond, cashew, pistachio, Dikky briefs are super cosy, yo!
Dikky briefs, a life saviour.
-More soothing and cosier. -Sir, madam is...
Hey.
Oh, dear me!
Thank you.
Mrs. Rajani Devi.
Can I ask you something?
Go ahead.
You do Rammohan's kids' homework, right?
I know this is none of my business.
But this is like harassment in the name of work.
You can actually report it to HR.
What are you saying?
The chairman is his uncle.
You know that, right?
Who will care about my problems?
Why don't you resign instead of tolerating this torture?
I'm here for the salary at the end of every month.
Children's fees, EMIs...
No place feels like home when you have such burdens.
And of course.
All working women, like me,
have problems at work even if they're not the same.
Dishoom! Dishoom!
-Dishoom! -Amma.
Give me some water.
Amma.
Hey, I can't live here.
Book a ticket for tonight's bus.
I'll go back home.
What happened?
What could have happened?
It's the same old story.
Were you expecting a new story?
Rekha.
I win every argument.
However, I always lose to your amma.
Just let it go.
She's older and hence more stubborn.
In that case, she should worship God and play with the kid. That's it.
Tell her not to interfere in my matters.
"Tell her," she says.
What happened?
Why did you have a second kid when you knew about the situation?
My daughter wanted a brother.
But we got a baby girl again.
That's why my husband--
Kids' wishes, mother's words, father's desires
we end up living just to please everyone else in our lives.
That's why we ladies are in such hopeless situations.
Understand that first.
Mummy, I want a brother. When will you give me one?
Adithi, go inside.
No, Mummy. Answer me right now. Nanamma wanted to know.
Go inside, Adithi!
That's why I'm going to my mummy.
Your amma is welcome to stay as long as she wants.
Rekha.
Listen to me once, Rekha.
Please.
Adithi, I'm going to visit your grandmother.
Be with Dad.
Bye!
Rekha, Rekha!
I'll drop you.
So, you won't stop me from going. Is that it?
Well, since you were leaving--
Rekha.
Rekha!
I really didn't mean that, Rekha.
Rekha, I...
Rekha, Rekha, Rekha!
Hello, Fatima.
What? You ran out of fish?
Go to the shop and buy it. Why are you asking me?
Wait a minute. My boss is calling.
My dear Shabana, let's meet at Club Cabana?
I'll get you mutton biryani.
This evening.
Yakub!
Why are you using your phone during work hours?
-Move! Take orders! -Okay, sir.
Why is Vikram not here yet?
He just texted saying he'll be here in ten minutes.
-Order a drink. -Sir, order, please.
-What do you have? -Everything you want, sir.
I didn't even start drinking, and she seems to have smelt it.
Whiskey, rum, gin, beer...
-we have all of those. -Well, he'll be late anyway.
-Let's start. -Yes, let's begin.
-Get two chilled beers. -Okay, sir.
Why do you keep calling me often?
I told you I'm with my friends.
I'll be late.
Then hang up.
What's the matter, Ganta anna?
Goodness. Rahul bhai, she's a pain in the neck.
She wants me to change, change the kids,
change the house, my business,
Change the glass, brother.
-Hey! -Hey!
I'll get different glasses.
By the way, Rahul bhai.
You're a writer, right?
Have you ever written anything?
I write Facebook posts.
My friends saw them and said, "Why don't you become a writer?".
I thought, why not? So, I took a sabbatical and focused on writing.
I used to read a lot back in the day, bro.
I got busy with buffaloes, children and a wife
and gave up on it.
Who's your favourite writer?
I have no idea, bro.
Near Vijetha Theatre,
at the paan shop,
ever heard of Rasaranjani,
Sarasi?
Those were astounding books.
I'll tell you a secret.
I found interest and confidence in writing after reading those books.
But whatever, Rahul bhai.
There were different standards back in the day.
Standards of the latest generation are nothing compared to that.
True. True that.
Where's Vikram anyway? Why isn't he here yet?
Let me give him a call.
-Go ahead. -No need, bro.
Why are you so frustrated, bro?
I'm married, bro. What's more frustrating than that?
This goddamn life!
Whenever we argue, things typically get resolved after I get home.
But now, instead of verbal arguments, this crap happens on WhatsApp.
Look, bro. Do they look like messages? Do they?
No, they're called essays.
If I don't open them, there's a problem.
If I open them, she'll ask for a reply.
That's right, bro.
We must wake up at 6 a.m., get the kids ready before us,
scold and get scolded by drivers behind and ahead of us in traffic,
reach the office somehow and get fucked by the boss,
eat the filth from our canteen, struggle with traffic on our way home
and have a peaceful sleep after a shower.
But she pulls my chest hair and asks if I'm sleeping early.
No matter if I'm interested or not, I must get up and go for a round.
God damn it, bro. A man's life, my foot!
We carry bags, do the dishes,
raise the kids with equal effort.
Why is there such a bias against us, bro?
She wants my time.
If I give her my time, she asks for some space.
If I get busy with work and avoid talking to her,
she'd say my love has vanished.
If I get into the mood and talk to her with love,
she'd think I need her help.
If I go down, she goes up and vice versa.
If neither of them works, she bends me over and--
-Bro. -Control, bro.
Don't, bro.
Bro.
What's the update on our ad?
It's almost done, bro.
It will be in your inbox by tomorrow evening.
What ad, bro? Tell me, too.
Tell him, bro.
Ad...
-An underwear-- -Hey!
We must look fresh and be hospitable if her parents show up.
If our parents show up,
she'll wear the same dirty nightgown,
and greet them with an attitude that screams, "Please leave."
Chicken, mutton and fish will be on the menu for her family.
For my family,
she'll worry about my mom getting diabetes,
and cooks bitter gourd and okra.
As if her parents are Katrina Kaif and Hrithik Roshan.
As if they won't get diabetes.
Bro, please continue.
Yes, you go ahead.
-An underwear-- -Whenever my father-in-law comes,
he looks like an underfed creature.
But he shines like a Kashmir apple when he leaves.
He says coffee and tea are not good for health,
so my wife gives them protein powder, bro.
She emptied six boxes in 15 days.
Six boxes? Not even my kids can drink that much.
Besides,
whenever I go in front of them,
they lift their cups high
crack lame jokes saying, "It's not a protein. It's food!"
And laugh at me while drinking it.
"You can eat or drink or pour it on your head,"
I feel like telling them, but I can't.
Because we're good people, bro.
-Good people. -Correct. Well said.
Sorry, bro. Please continue.
-Go on. -No, bro.
You continue.
You're in a flow.
I'll send it to your inbox.
Hey, one underwear...
A beer. Get me a beer.
Who are we?
Crippled husbands.
-Meaning? -No.
We're tigers.
We are tigers.
Who are we?
Tigers.
Who are we?
Tigers.
Who are we?
Tigers!
My dear fellow husbands and would-be husbands!
Should we also go extinct like the tigers in the forest?
Or fight for our existence and protect it?
[in unison] Protect it!
-Who'll join me in this fight? -[in unison] We will!
-Who'll win with me? -[in unison] We will!
-Who'll cross this bar and join me? -[in unison] We will!
What's with this ruckus?
Alcoholic bastards!
I'll kick everyone out.
You bloody...
What did you say?
Your wife's at home, and you are here!
Who do you think we are? Tigers.
I'll kill you and everyone.
Move, bitch!