01x02 - Where's my car?

[bunniefuu]

Hey, dud!

Stay put.

Hey... listen to me.

I said, stay put.

Listen up...

Hey, shitface!

Tell me the truth.

Who are you?

And what were you doing
there, my strawberry gelato?

Oh, man...

Damn it...

-Tell us.
-I told you.

What?

What about the guy
who hopped into your car?

Who was he?

He...

He stole my car and drove off.

Centre Marbles... I think he's the driver.

Talk to Sunil.

What about that scamp on the bike?

Tell us.

I don't know, man.
I'm an ordinary man, not God.

Son of a...

Don't you understand?

f*ck you...

Yeah, that's him.

Anil sent him.

Hey!

What the hell!

The cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller!

Cat k*ller! Cat...

Kairav, easy!

Kairav... go easy.

We'll be answerable to Anil.

Dev.

Dev Tomar, right?

So, you're a fixer in Gurugram.

Negotiator.

Right.

So, how's the negotiation going?

Just alright.

It will...

It will...

It will take some time.

Let me guess.
Vikas said, "Please f*ck off." Right?

It's time to leave for Jaipur.

Thank you for the information
on the driver.

And now, please get lost.

Got a cigarette?

Cigarette?

It seems you are scared shitless.

I'm guessing blackmail.

It never has a happy ending.

It's not within
those jokers' capabilities.

You got a demo last night.

I suggest you let
our associates handle it.

-Boss will sort it out...
-Listen, just keep your damn mouth shut.

It's none of your business.

Actually, it is my business.

That son of a b*tch drove away
in my car, and I want it back.

What's the driver's name?

Do you have his address?

Maybe I'll have to talk
to your elder brother Anil.

Listen...

Kairav is handling the situation. Okay?

And you will get back your car.

There's no need to involve my brother.

Sure, but you're in over your head.

Just trying to save you
from drowning, Sunil!

Alright.

I'll call the duo.

They'll pick you up.

Okay.

Listen...

Not a word.

You got it.

My lips are sealed.

Rest assured.

I've written down the calculations.

-Please pay them today.
-Sure.

Greetings.

Do you know...

where that woman's dead body was found?

Somewhere down that road.

Didn't anybody tell you?

The police investigation is on.

You're not supposed to touch the site
until it concludes.

No.

Look, ma'am...

our job is to build the road.

Had the kids not stumbled upon the body,
nobody would have found out.

-I have written down all the calculations.
-Yes, sir.

Make sure you pay them today.
It's a top priority.

Yes?

Ma'am, the forensic report
of the unidentified foreigner

was sent to SHO Rajbir Singh
five days ago.

It's not in the file.

Should I send you a copy?

No...

No. I'll pick it up.

Okay, ma'am.

-Vidu.
-Yes?

Sorry, I've got some work at the morgue.

Would you please drop me off?

Alright, but what about my Bik Bok video?

Record it in the car.
I'll drive. Get in.

The woman has gone berserk

She has lost her senses

She has been following her lover all day

People say she has lost her mind

The woman has gone berserk

What cream?

Cream from... from the sun?

Fairness cream.

Why would fair-skinned women
want a fairness cream?

She's asking for a sunscreen.

Why didn't she say that?

This one?

-How...
-It's for 200 rupees.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

You're welcome.

These foreigners come here
every other week with unusual demands.

They've been messing with my head.

If you're done spouting,
can I get a painkiller and a Band-Aid?

Dev!

Dev!

-Sister-in-law.
-Dev...

This is my friend Pallavi.

Do you remember?

Yes, of course.
Hi, Pallavi Raj.

SI Pallavi Raj.

So...

what's wrong with your face?

-It's nothing. I just...
-Where's your car?

Oh, no! Accident?

No, there was no accident.

The car is missing.

Did you report the theft?

No, there's no need.

The car has been misplaced.
I'll find it.

Actually, do me a favor.

Let me know if you find out
anything about the car.

I'll reward you.

Misplaced?

You'll reward me?

Do you think
every police officer is corrupt?

-No, that's not what I meant...
-What else did you mean?

-Come on...
-Let it go, Pallo.

Dev, don't stress over it.

Pallo will figure something out.

Won't you, Pallo?

Sure.

After all, I was born to please criminals.

Text me the details.

I'll see what can be done.

Thank you for your kindness,
SI Pallavi Raj.

I can never repay you for your favor.

I'll see you around.

-Thanks.
-Bye. Take care.

I can't believe you were adamant
to get me married to him!

And yet, your husband...

would have been far better than mine.

Hey, b*tch!

A little birdie happened to spot you.

I told him you aren't so easy to spot.

Hey, sucker!

-Come here, you shitface...
-f*ck off!

Hey, man!

You didn't call or message.

-I was going to call...
-Oh, cut the bullshit!

You have a black eye.

Look at what you've done
to yourself in six years!

Come here!

-How are you?
-How have you been?

Here you go.

That's Aladdin's cave for you.

Wanna go in?

Let me take a look.

The switchboard is on your right.
Turn on the lights.

I know.

What are you looking at?

This place hasn't changed one bit
in ten years.

Yeah.

You haven't changed either,
you sick pervert.

It's a lifestyle.

I need some entertainment.

You're smiling, so you approve of it.

So, what are you here for?

I've got some work.

I'll be leaving soon.

Oh, my!

Black eye, tight-lipped.
Has your a*s been whipped?

Sweety pie!

Hand me a beer.

Cheers.

Forget about me.

What's up with you?

It's all pretty f*cked.

My father told me...

to look after this cursed place,
so that's what I'm doing.

When was the last time
you visited a photo studio?

That's it!

Nobody comes here, man.

So, I sell SIM cards.

Along with that,
I have a business of rental bikes.

You know, I must say...

I feel like...

I should have left this city
like you did.

Do you remember Kairav Singh?
That cat k*ller?

That son of a b*tch!

-I stumbled upon him today.
-Really?

What's going on with him?

Kairav.

If you think of Lakhot as a brothel,

then Kairav is the one who runs it.

Oh, yeah?

He's a b*stard.

And he's the sole heir of his father.

He went straight to court
after his father died.

He got a DNA test done.

And on the basis of the DNA test, he got
all the property transferred to his name.

And then, he became
the self-proclaimed Bhenno King.

Can you believe that as*h*le?!

Where did he get all the money from?
His father was destitute.

You've seen gold?

But have you seen white gold?

He discovered white gold
beneath the barren land.

There was a shitload of marble underneath.

And that's how his old place
underwent transformation.

Turned into an exclusive five-star palace.
You know, Sandy works there too.

I think she's still with him.

I know.

-I ran into her.
-What!

-I mean, did you talk to her...
-One second.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'm coming.

I'll see you later.

-Let's go!
-Listen...

steer clear of Kairav.

Also, Sandy...

is bad news. Okay?

Hey, blueberry cheesecake!

Move it!

Is this the cat k*ller's old junky car?

I thought he must have given you numbnuts
something frilly.

Just like your frilly and desirable SUV
that's your eye candy?

No.

Just like we banged his face
and turned him into eye candy!

Goatfucker.

Have you ever banged a goat?

Perhaps I have.

Your mother was a goat, right?

Not a word about our mother, f*ck!

-Okay?
-Yeah, sorry.

Did you sh*t a brick, bubblegum?!

Relax! Come on.

Our mother wasn't a pious cow either.

She was an absolute b*tch.

I won't spare you if you step out!

Mother!

Mother!

We k*lled her.

Idiots.

He must have fled the city.

You go and check.

We'll keep an eye on the road.

Hurry up.

I'm going. You guys are useless.

What do you want?

Where will I find Jamal Khan?

That depends on who's asking.

I wanted to return his money.

Just give it to me.

That rascal owes me a lot of money.

Really?

Yeah, me too.

That jerk is not just a gambler.

He's like a disease.

Does he have a family or something?

He does have one in the village.

The village.

Which village?

Enjoy.

Hey!

Jamal! Jamal Khan!

Stop!

Where's my car?

Where's my car?

Jamal!

Give me back my car!

Stop!

Where's my car, as*h*le?! Return it!

Stop!

Jamal, stop!

No, don't jump!

Don't jump, dammit!

That f*ck jumped! Hey, stop!

Stop right there!

Stop...

Hey!

-The f*ck took that exit!
-That b*stard!

Hurry up! Get him!

Move!

A significant quantity of alcohol
and drugs was found in the bloodstream.

Ligature marks and some injury marks
were also found on the neck.

Her throat was strangled,

but that wasn't the cause of her death.

What was it?

Look at this.

There's dirt under her fingernails.

It was also found in the lungs.

It means when she was buried,
she was alive.

She must have struggled a lot to get out.

When she was strangled,
she must have become unconscious.

And by the time she regained
consciousness, she was buried.

I had sent the photos
to the police station.

Didn't you get them?

Rabia, did you give him the kurta?

I forgot.

I'll give it in the evening.

Auntie!

Greetings to you!

Who are you?

I'm Bhi.

This is my brother, Bho.

And he...

This jerk was found on the street.

Auntie, we work with your son Jamal Khan.

He didn't come to work today.

So, we are worried.

-Is he here?
-No. He has gone to the city.

Oh, to the city!

May I check?

-I need your permission.
-Permission!

-How can you just...
-Hey!

Auntie, when was
the last time you saw him?

The last time was when he
came home to give me some money.

-Yes!
-He's a really good son.

He takes good care of me.

That's wonderful, Auntie.

And you haven't seen him after that?

Auntie...

you haven't seen him after that?

Yes.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

I see.

Found anything?

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

-How dare you question me?
-Hey!

-He's my younger son Karim.
-I see.

Karim...

where's Jamal?

Go away.

f*ck off, b*tch.

-Karim!
-Auntie...

-Relax.
-Karim!

How dare you disrespect me?!

Don't you have women in your family?

When was the last time you saw Jamal?

Answer me!

When did you?

It's been many days.

I'm always on the roads.

I'm a truck driver.

Who do you work for?

Centre Marbles.

f*ck my life.

-Come on.
-Come on...

-Come on.
-Let's go!

-We just need to talk!
-Come on!

-You guys are in cahoots, right?
-What are you talking about?

-Where are you taking my son?
-Hey!

-Move! Step away!
-Please let go of him!

-My son!
-Hey!

Stay put, as*h*le!

-Hey!
-I haven't done anything!

-Really?
-Are you in the mood for some yoga?

-Come on, take a deep breath.
-Take a deep breath.

Come on!

Karim!

Karim!

Karim!

Mr. Tomar, if we use Section 56,

significant tax savings can be possible.

What do you think?

-Mr. Tomar?
-Yes.

Yeah, you're right.

So, your point was...

Sorry. Okay.

What was your question? I'm just...

-I said, tax savings are...
-Sorry. Excuse me.

Just one minute.

Hello?

Hello?

We are f*cked!

They traced down my house, Jay.

Those people
screwed with my mother and sister.

And they abducted my brother Karim!

Sure, that's correct.

Who did it?

That... Kairav's twin lackeys!

Hold on for a minute.

Excuse me for a minute. I just...

I'll be right back.
This is really urgent.

Please have some tea.
Ms. Lata, please.

Sure.

Hello?

Hello?

Where have you been?

I have been trying to reach you.

I thought they caught you.
Where were you?!

I lost my phone!

-It's not easy to find a phone booth!
-Son of a b*tch!

Are you nuts? You lost the phone!

You lost the f*cking phone!

They will trace my number, dammit!

You've f*cked things up!

You are a coward!

You made a run for it
when I got in trouble.

Now you're chiding me
for losing my phone!

I'm not a coward. Did you expect me
to just sit on my hands?

I couldn't have stayed there!

What were Kairav's lackeys doing there?

How would I know?

Who said that Sunil Mahajan
was an easy target?

You did!

But now who's in trouble?

I am!

You... Okay, listen to me.

Hear me out.

We can fix this together.

-Please relax.
-You'll fix it?

-Calm down.
-How?

They saw me.
Do you understand that?

I'm in deep sh*t.

You need to calm down, man!

Do one thing.

You... you go underground.

Lie low until the matter cools down.

-Okay? Just do that.
-Listen.

Listen, I want to meet you.

Get on the next bus and leave the city.

You need to get out of there.

Listen, m*therf*cker!

I'm going to your house.

How about I discuss this matter
with your family over a cup of tea?

I'll see you there.

Listen, man. You're not alone.

I'm with you.

Just listen to me.

Don't worry.

You and I will fix this together.

Just give me some time.

I'm losing my mind.

You need to hurry up,
or I'll end up doing something.

Don't do anything.
Meet me in the evening.

Note down the address.

That's how you need to verify
the bank statement for a financial year.

After the annual returns are filed,
this file needs to be kept in the cabinet.

That's it.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Manohar is training me.

Sorry, I...

And we keep records of the returns
for the entire five years in this cabinet.

Correct?

Well, well, well... look who's here!

The copycat monkey.

The Bhenno King, Kairav.

Could you move, please?

Bloody pickpocket.

You seized my property, as*h*le.

You're a black stain
on Uncle's reputation.

It's called "spoils of w*r."

You of all people
should know that concept.

Get out of here, you scoundrel.

This place is not meant
for b*stards like you.

Listen, your mother was a Bhenno midwife.

She really loved
playing around with people.

Mr. Kairav.

The Minister will be arriving
at the stable. Let's go.

You should be selective...

in what you accept or act upon.

These fools are preoccupied
with the present...

instead of preparing for the future.

You came here yourself.

I'm sure you've got
something important to discuss.

The protest in Lakhot.

If you don't crush the snake's fangs now,
you won't be able to defeat it later.

Have you spoken to Pramod Bhenno?

He's the MLA in that area, right?

There are some disagreements among us.

I don't expect any help from him.

Mr. Kairav...

the fire will be doused.

There's no need to fan the flames.

Sir, their leader Vikas
is a damn troublemaker.

The elections are nearing and I'm afraid...

he is strengthening his position
by consolidating the Kachdaars.

So, tell me.

What can I do for you?

Sir, you are the Home Minister.

Just nip it in the bud.
Just crush it.

There's no need to worry about the media.
You have complete liberty.

Media!

Alright.

I'll talk to Pramod Bhenno.

There's a Dussehra party
at the palace next week.

Please do come.

Sure.

I'll try.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

Show me your face.

Were you on the bike last night?

Where?

What bike?

I told you I was out delivering stuff.

No!

No!

No! No!

No!

Fess up!

Bho, should I chop it off?

No! No!

No! No!

Listen up, juggler!

Wriggle them all you want, but stay put!

Listen.

Are you brothers in cahoots?

I swear I don't know anything.

-You don't?
-I don't.

-I want to pee.
-Pee!

-Madam.
-Pee!

There was a delivery
in Vidarbha last week.

He returned the truck to the depot
this morning at nine o'clock.

Okay.

Get going.

Oh, man! You should have
told us earlier, pisser!

Come on, take a leak.

Once again, he had his eyes on you.

I don't know for how long
I can keep him away from you.

Mr. Pramod...

you too are a tribal.

You understand them better.

They are Kachdaars, and I'm a Bhenno.

Have a little patience.

They will bail out very soon, sir.

Mr. Pramod, the constituency is yours.

Negotiate.

Resolve it through some concessions.

They won't cave in.

They're poor, but they have self-respect.

Mr. Pramod, according to the Intelligence,
the situation could get out of hand.

If I'm compelled to deploy CRPF,

the crowd will run amok.

The state elections
are just around the corner.

I hope you understand what I'm saying.

Alright.

Aw, my mango-flavored teddy bear!

Don't fret. You'll find your car.

You're being too sweet.

Not at all.

What was that?
"Don't fret. You'll find your car."

Hey, why do you have a problem?

-What problem?
-Yes, boss?

Sometimes the blaze of love ignites.

Sometimes...

it turns as cold as ice.

Is the protest under control?

-Yes, boss. Everything is under control.
-Good.

By the way, is the car's AC working?

Pinky mentioned it was acting up.

The AC...

Yes, it's working just fine.

Excellent!
Finish the work and come back soon.

-Yes, boss.
-Are you serious?

Hey, don't get smart with me!

Stop fluttering!
Did I say anything?

Hey, please stop here for a minute.

I need to buy something.

You guys carry on.

-I'll see you later.
-What's going on?

Well, that's alright.

Oh, shut up, you dimwit...

Sir, what would you like to have?

-No, nothing. Thank you.
-Okay, sir.

Mr. Bhenno.

The Minister knows about Lakhot...

just as much as my grandmother
knows about hamburgers.

He feeds on what we give him.

And currently, Mr. Kairav
is feeding him with his own hands.

Kairav believes that this city
was erected by him.

But he seems to be forgetting...

who helped him.

I did.

That snob isn't even truly a Bhenno!

Correct.

Who funded the biggest lawyer?

I did!

Rajbir, who built all the connections?

That's how he
managed to get the inheritance!

Just because the Home Minister
gave him a little support,

that dog forgot all about loyalty!

Mr. Bhenno.

What's the catch here?

He doesn't do anything
without an ulterior motive.

He's been desperately trying...

to clear out the protest.

Rajbir, technically,
the land of mines belongs to him.

But he has already...

leased the land to the mining company.

No, Mr. Bhenno.

There's more to this...

than meets the eye.

I'm pretty sure that
there's something going on...

between him and Sunil Mahajan.

Like what?

Like...

Well, I don't know right now.

But I will find out about it.

Don't worry.

Rajbir Singh's mind
is going a mile an hour!

Fantastic!

Rajbir, you know...

my son also speaks good English.

Like me?

Thank you.

Cheers!

"Painful feeling of anguish..."

Tocka.

I think Russian.

Girl. Age around 22 to 26.

She has any identifying marks?

A tattoo that says "tocka."

It's written in Cyrillic.
The Russian alphabet.

R...

Russian alphabet.

Alphabet...

-It is pronounced "toska."
-Tosk...

-Toska?
-Yes.

Toska.

But we don't have any missing girl.

Russian is spoken in many
countries, you know.

Which country?

Madam, all ex-USSR countries.

-All ex-USSR countries?
-Yes.

-Okay.
-Lady, I'm a little busy now.

Okay.

-Toska. Okay.
-Thank you for calling Russian Embassy.

Thank you.

Aren't you done working?

Come and sit. Have dinner.

Mom, it's the same old case.
The foreign tourist.

I think SHO Rajbir Rangot
wants to suppress this case.

That's why I brought the file home.

Mom, she was alive when they buried her.

She tried to claw her way out with
her nails, struggling to come out.

But...

If her body wasn't
accidentally discovered...

she would have remained
buried under that road forever.

Nobody would have found out.

But the person who buried her...

would have been aware of this fact. Right?

Anyway, forget about it.
Eat your food.

Dinner is getting cold.

I'll get my plate.
Sit and start eating.

Wash your hands first!

Chandrakant.

Ma'am.

SI Pallavi.

Ma'am, you should have
called me over to your place.

Thank you, Chandrakant...

for coming at such short notice.

How can I serve you?

You're on the Municipality beat, right?

I need some information.

You're the police officer, Ms. Pallavi.

You can get any information in a jiffy.

This is off the record.

Sorry?

Who all signed the permission
for the Kota highway road expansion?

Wait a minute.

Isn't that where the foreign lady's
dead body was found?

This does not pertain to that.

Alright, I believe you.

Will you go out for dinner with me?

What do you mean?

I mean, dinner tomorrow?

Dinner?

At a restaurant. Just as friends.

-Hey! Dahiya, Jhunjhun, Yadav, Singh!
-Sir!

-Where are you, my boys?
-Sir!

-Yes, sir!
-Yes, sir!

So, we have got to open up some heads
and inspect and examine the brain!

-Yes, sir!
-Is everyone ready?

-Yes, sir!
-Very good!

-Come on, take out your batons.
-Yes, sir!

It's time to skin them alive.

-Beat them up to a...
-Pulp!

Once again. Say, "Yes, sir!"

-Yes, sir!
-Once again!

-Yes, sir!
-One more time!

Yes, sir!

-Who are you?
-Chandrakant.

I'm a reporter.

-Lakhot Patrika.
-Oh! You're just what we needed!

You're going with us.
And bring your photographers along.

Come on, son.

-Okay, sir.
-Let's go, tigers!

-Yes, sir!
-Let's go and rip them apart!

Come on.

Well, Vikas Kachdaar...

you are under arrest.

Charge?

IPC Section 146,

353, 153A,

505 and 124A.

124A? Sedition?

Are you out of your mind?

The speech was very impressive last night.

I have got video footage
of your provoking speech.

And how was that unlawful?

The court will tell you that.

Come on, arrest him.

Let's go.

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

Uncle...

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

-All hail...
-The Kachdaars!

What's wrong with me?

I'm dancing to his tunes

Loverboy tugs at my heartstrings

Baby...

Looking for something?

Need some help?

Drop the drama.
This is not the office.

Father insisted that I go
to the office and learn business.

You stick to creating videos
and your twisted followers.

That's where you belong.

Hey, listen.

Yes, buddy?

Your sexy bike is waiting for you.

Later.

Do you have a pen drive?

I need to transfer some photos. Please.

Come on.

Oh, my!

It's not what you're thinking.
This is work-related.

That's some work you're doing!

Just transfer them.

Hey, that's him.

-Who are you talking about?
-This man.

What the hell?
Vikas has been arrested?

Yes, just this evening.

What were you doing there?

I still have to run my father's studio.

The cops had called me...

to click pictures.

That was close.

What?

What are you talking about, zippy?

Kairav took care of the case.

I was feeling uncomfortable
to use these pictures against him.

Okay, do one thing.

Delete those pictures.

Every human has the right
to live the way they want.

Please delete them.

Look at you being a softie!

Not judging you,
but I really thought that you...

now swing the other way.

f*ck.

Well, I knew that you
were going to be a father.

Otherwise, I would have had my doubts.

Father?

Oh, never mind.

Bad joke.

What are you saying?

I just... Sandhya's pregnancy.
Let it go.

Pregnancy?

S... Sandhya...

You didn't know?

That...

Two months after you went to jail,

the whole of Lakhot found out...

that Sandhya was pregnant.

The nurse at the ab*rtion clinic...

recognized her.

Her niece and Sandhya
studied in the same class.

Sandhya!

Open the door, Sandhya!

Sandhya!

Open the door!

Sandhya!

Are you drunk?

Will you ever tell the truth?

-Will you ever?
-Dev, please go from here.

Go from here?! Why do you
keep asking me to go away?

I will go away!
I will leave once I find my car!

-I need to talk to you...
-Lower your voice, Dev! Please!

-Let's go inside. Come on.
-This is a decent locality.

-I need to talk to you. Let's go inside.
-Please!

You ruined my past. Are you here
to ruin my future, as well?

You want to talk about the past?
I too want to talk about the past.

-Let's talk about the past.
-Keep it low!

-Let's talk about the past!
-Lower your voice.

And I'm not interested
in discussing the past with you.

You ought to!
Because I want to!

I want to talk about our past!

You were pregnant!

And...

you had an ab*rtion.

Right?

Go home, Dev.

Go home?!

Why didn't you tell me?
I deserved to know!

Dev!

Because you were rotting in jail.

-What difference would it have made?
-What difference?

I made so many phone calls to you.

I wrote you so many letters, but you...

You and I could have
built a future together, Sandy.

Really?

What future, Dev?

I don't know.

But we could have been together.

You are completely out of your mind.

Do you have any idea
what I went through?

I had become a spectacle
throughout the city.

Alright, listen, I'm sorry.

But I too sacrificed my life for you.

I have gone out of my way for you.

I wasted ten years of my life
in your love, Sandy.

We can still get out of here.

But some son of a b*tch
stole my car!

But you don't worry, I will find the car.

We will go somewhere far away.

But you... You work for
that despicable jerk Kairav!

-Why do you work...
-Stop talking nonsense!

The only man who made a sacrifice for me
was my dad, and no one else.

We have been through a lot.

First, I was fired from my job.

Then Dad was fired.

He died of shame.

Do you know who helped
this "disgraced" woman?

Another "disgraced" individual
of the city.

The despicable jerk Kairav.

So, don't harp on your sacrifices...

in front of me.

No, Sandy. Listen.

-We loved each other, right?
-We "loved" each other.

Go away, Dev.

Nobody here needs you.

Go, Dev.

Mom!

Save me! Mom, save me!

Mom, save me!

Mom!

Why are you here?

Dev!

-Yes, Sister-in-law?
-Dev.

Jay got into a terrible accident.

How is he?
Where is he admitted?

Dev, Jay is no more.

What?

Tell me if you know

Where I am supposed to go

I have been stopped by them

I don't want to stay here on the ground