Five! Five! Five!
I was five
Five! Five! Five!
When I was five
Crazy, right?
You didn't like it?
No…
it's nice.
But different from what I imagined.
So I'm a little surprised.
That was the idea. To surprise you.
Cool, slick, edgy, international.
-Terrible. -What?
No!
Nothing.
Let's go.
If you didn't like it, say it. Why are you scared?
You know, I don't know how to cook.
So whenever I have to eat my own cooking,
I mix it with lots of tomato ketchup.
Squeeze a lemon in it.
I make it so tangy, that it loses its real taste.
So you don't even know what you're eating.
Everything you say is like poetry.
This isn't funny.
I've tried a collaboration before.
Actually, I expected too much from you.
I thought you were different.
I thought you'd understand, but you understood nothing!
Mimi…
My dreams might never come true, but they're honest.
And you've made them plastic.
Thank you, but I didn't like it.
Mimi, Appan will reach Kochi soon. We don't have time.
So what should I do? Should I dance?
Should I dance to get likes?
What should I do? Do anything to just become a star?!
I have dreamed the impossible.
I thought you'd create magic.
I ran when I saw your text.
I even got hurt.
But I thought your music would lessen the pain.
But no, I'm so stupid.
Let's go.
You have an exam, right? You have to study. Let's go!
"When I was just five,
the moon was five too.
Cute-shiny.
Talking to me about angels,
with twinkling eyes.
Playing hide-and-seek.
Back then the moon was my uncle.
When I was ten, the moon turned ten too.
Hops and bats, merry-go-round.
He would explain friendship to me.
I would cry all night with my face on the pillow.
And he would wipe every tear.
The moon was my buddy.
Soon I turned 15.
And the moon turned 16.
He and I would stare at each other all night.
I would sing love songs.
-He'd play the violin." -Are you crying?
-"Oh, my beloved moon." -No.
Thank you.
Should we upload this?
Yeah.
Let's go?
Thank you.
"Back then the moon was my uncle.
When I was ten, the moon turned ten too.
Hops and bats, merry-go-round.
He would explain friendship to me.
I would cry all night with my face on the pillow.
And he would wipe my tears.
The moon was my buddy."
Hey!
I had set the fielding on this side!
That's a six!
I hadn't paid a single EMI yet.
Why did you say you trust me?
You're different.
I mean, you're not like the other boys of this city.
Meaning?
It means, you…
Look into my eyes when you talk to me.
"Hey!
Don't measure me up.
Don't have new dreams.
Hear me out.
Every year I would celebrate my birthday,
and grow a year older.
Can't fit in my own dreams anymore."
Where are you going?
"I offer a cake to the moon,
and he gives me a gift."
Should have parked even further away!
So that you can do your cardio.
"Every year he would measure my dreams.
Don't be my uncle or my buddy.
Be my aunt, O moon.
The chill type…
and answer my questions.
Why am I on this earth?
Why am I inside the house?
Why can't I stay up all night like you in the sky?
Why not hide behind the clouds?
Or shine among the stars.
Why can't I glide aimlessly on paper like a pen?
Why can't I wear high heels and take a fall?
Without a designer dress, can I not write my life's story?
O Aunt Moon
Why can't I see the world like you do?
Why can't they see me?"
Who's this?
Black Mamba.
Black serpent.
Isn't he too short?
He's just been born.
Now I'll chant a spell and wave him around.
You have to insert this nail into his mouth.
As soon as the nail's in his head,
your enemy will be attacked by illnesses,
suffer terribly,
and be out of your way.
Then your love will enter your life.
You and your lost melody will be back, forever.
Set.
Snake out, myna in.
Myna in.
But Rahu, I have a question.
After all this, will that Mamba bow before me?
He won't even dream of your name.
-No one will know of this secret. -Get out of here.
What's the point of fighting a fight,
where the opponent doesn't even know who defeated him?
What?
I can match you, nail for nail,
with knife stabs in his ass.
Before Robo Bhaiya became a singer,
he was a pro with the knife.
He could carve a figure of eight on anyone's ass.
Even doctors couldn't make head or tail of the wounds.
I'll give him a cut so fine, even a doctor won't be able to stitch it up.
When thunder roars, the wound will shiver.
When he sits to shit, he'll feel the sweet pain.
Shitting or peeing, he'll think of your brother's face.
He'll say thank you when he gets up, and sorry when he sits down.
He'll flee from Ratlam,
and forget my love forever.
Very nice.
Don't bring such cowardly plans to me.
This is my fight. I'll fight it my way.
"Fight it your way."
What are you going to do?
We'll go to his house and challenge him.
And say, "Come out, you son of a snake!".
And when he comes out…
-Wait for it. -This is a pro with a knife.
Wait for it.
You missed.
Who are you?
Black Mamba.
Psycho.
I'll go get the knife.
Stick it. Stick it in.
Here you go, Robo Bhaiya.
The nail. Shove it in.
Shove the nail.
Here you go, Robo Bhaiya.
Rafi Bhai called me.
So?
Show him, Robo Bhaiya. Show him what you can do.
He's scared, Robo Bhaiya.
Come on.
What is he doing?
What's going on?
This…
It's his knife.
We were praying.
-For what? -Well…
it's Rahu's birthday.
And the knife?
Please come.
Aren't you a DJ?
-Yes. -You know karate too?
Black belt.
Come, Abba.
It's Rahu's birthday.
The knife isn't gonna cut it, Robo Bhaiya.
Go check what they're cooking in there.
Okay.
Walk straight, moron.
Okay.
Happy birthday to you
What say? New Modern Band.
All famous. Ratlam number one.
Rafi Bhaiya is speaking in English.
I told you to learn English.
All weddings, ceremonies, funerals…
That also… doing us.
Proprietor, Ismail Bhai.
One.
You can speak in Hindi.
-I thought since you're a DJ… -No.
I'm not a foreigner.
Of course!
I absolutely loved your DJ music.
Brilliant!
Thank you.
And we want that music for our band.
Exactly what you did for Laddoo's wedding music.
Can't we mix the old and the new?
Abba, people don't want the old anymore.
Tomorrow, that local businessman Bindal…
his son is inaugurating that big shop. What is it called?
Bindal Mall.
When we spoke to him about the inauguration, he clearly said,
"This is a modern-age shop, so we want modern-age music."
Otherwise, their shop won't get any publicity.
And attracting the public is necessary, isn't it?
Yes. But…
All that is fine. But I don't do this kind of work.
Don't worry about the money.
We'll pay you whatever you ask for.
Rafi is giving him work.
We'll have to speak with Ismail Bhai in private.
Get up.
If I do this, your old band won't be needed anymore.
So be it.
Because if we don't change with the times,
then New Modern Band won't be needed anymore.
Isn't this too much?
Bindal Seth will pay.
New age music, new age fee.
Abba, he's going to get posters and pamphlets printed.
Don't worry.
Here's your advance.
What will be your name on the poster?
DJ Psycho?
Yes. DJ Psycho.
DJ Psycho. Fantastic!
Give me a photo.
Is that necessary?
It'll be printed on the poster. Your face is your identity.
Fine. I'll send it.
Can I ask a question?
This guy with the knife upstairs… who is he?
-He's our lead singer. -Used to be.
Not anymore. Don't worry about him at all.
No, the thing is…
I think he has a problem with me.
I found my bike broken a few days ago.
He can't do anything.
He's like a packet of chips.
Looks big but it's all just air.
So done?
Done.
Done!
See you.
I'll see him out, Abba.
You're the first DJ in town.
How do you expect to find DJ-type clothes here?
They'll only have outdated, filmy clothes.
You won't get anything good here.
Good is what you make of it.
Do you have any fabric?
Yes, sir. What color?
Jiggy! Come in.
-Hello, Auntie. -Hello.
-How are you? -All good.
David sir has been calling Mariam. She wasn't answering.
So he asked me to come over and check.
It's a bit urgent.
-Really? -Yes.
She has been in her room all day. Cynthu, go check.
-Maybe she's studying. -Okay.
Mimi.
Cynthu says that you're a ghost.
Cynthu says so?
And you?
Why did you leave Bombay and come to Ratlam?
To meet you.
Very funny.
Hello, Vimmi Di. Is Mimi with you?
No. What happened?
No, I think she ran away with Psycho.
Do you want to be seen? Or be hidden?
Bhai, leave the hood open like this.
-Okay. -I'll give you the measurements.
Okay, sir.
Wow.
I would've made a curtain out of it.
I can't do all of this.
You're great at what you do.
Water?
It's Ekadashi today.
So I'm fasting. No food or water.
Then what should I offer you?
-Just your blessings. -Live long.
I've left the helper boy in charge of the shop.
Mumma, Mimi isn't getting up.
-What happened? -She has a headache.
What happened?
Please wake her up.
In half an hour, that priest from Kerala wants to connect on a video call.
Let me see.
Where is Mimi, Cynthu?
She…
What's going on?
-If your Appan-- -I'll tell you everything.
Let's find Mimi first.
Her scooter isn't outside.
-Really? -Yes.
Where did it go?
Do you want something?
No, it's okay.
-Mariam. -Yeah?
This?
In this town?
Impossible.
There will be a riot if I step out like this.
Ask him.
I sent the neighbor Billu to get some curry leaves.
On the scooter?
Shampoo too.
Alright.
It'll look nice on you.
Try it.
In my next life.
Let's go. We need to wrap up your photo session
and get home before dark.
My adventure for the day is done.
Psy! Let's go.
-Shall we? -Yes.
Let's go.
One second.
Let's go?
Psy!
-Cynthu? -Mariam, are you crazy?
-What happened? -Appan has been calling on your phone.
-Oh, shit! Hold this! -Hurry up!
-Come! Sit in front! -What happened?
Cynthu!
I have to go. I'm so sorry.
Hurry up!
She is always roaming around.
Your bag! Mimi!
How are you? Do you have a fever?
No, Appan.
Very good.
Father Vincent wants to speak with you.
Father Vincent. Mariam.
Hello Mariam. How are you?
Your father is telling me,
you really really like Roysten.
Yes, she likes him very much.
Say, you like…
The question is whether he likes you.
That is why I have come.
I've to come and talk to him to give her a chance.
Because she really loves him.
Is she ready?
Has she worked on it?
Yes.
Dear, do you remember? Second Peter…
chapter three, verse nine.
The Lord is not slow in making his promise…
As some understand slowness…
He…
He is…
-Mariam, He is patient with you. -Patience…
Patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish,
but everyone to come to repentance.
You know that, Mariam.
-She is nervous. She had a fever. -Mariam.
You have to learn it by heart.
How you learn to breathe.
Priya knows all of them.
Yes. She also knows.
Roysten's mother, Mrs. Abraham.
She's a childhood friend of Father Vincent.
So he said I'll go and speak to her.
I said okay.
-Only try. -Yes.
Okay?
David, I cannot go against the wishes of God.
-If he likes Priya, he likes Priya. -Yes.
-That's it, David. -Yes, yes. Of course.
I'll call you back, okay?
Take your medicine. Okay?
Mumma?
What happened?
He scolded her because you weren't around.
He said a lot of mean things.
Mumma.
I'm sorry.
No one tells me anything.
Neither your Appan nor you.
Everyone does as they please.
Mumma.
What are you doing? Tell me at least.
If I'm lying, I should know what for.
Mumma . Sorry.
Sorry.
Who was that boy?
I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything.
Rafi is trying to save his identity.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
Forty years ago,
when I quit my ancestral legacy, the "Shehnai",
and picked up the clarinet,
to create the New Modern Brass Band.
People said all sorts of things.
They said Ismail quit the old and adopted the new.
It was the need of the hour.
Now once again, it's time for change
and we should change.
Ismail Bhai, what Rafi is calling old is a skill.
It's not some sound coming from a box.
And how can a skill ever be old?
You found me on the steps of this very mosque.
My grandmother died begging on these steps.
You raised me like a son and made me an artist.
For what?
For this day?
Ismail Bhai,
it's a small request, give me one chance to fight back.
There's no point in going down without a fight.
Ismail Bhai, you were the first to bet on this Robo.
Do it again.
And not just for me, but for all the artists
who have blown out their lungs playing the trumpet.
Ismail Bhai, please?
Rafi!
Listen, come here.
That businessman of yours, what's his name? Bindal?
Bindal.
Isn't he the king of gambling?
Yes.
So there won't be just a DJ show at his mall.
We'll have a competition.
New Modern Band vs…
-DJ Psycho. -DJ Psycho.
And people will bet on them.
Either he wins or the DJ.
Bindal will make a fortune
and Robo will get another chance.
And if the show is a hit…
-We'll do more shows. -And?
-Make more money. -And?
Wow, Abba.
Don't ever tell me again,
Abba doesn't have "business sense".
Thank you, Rafi Bhaiya.
Thank Abba, not me.
And you, don't mess it up this time.
If you do, I won't be able to convince Rafi again.
Ismail Bhai, don't worry.
I'll lock that snake up in a box
and drop him so deep in the jungle,
he'll never touch my myna again.
I'm trying to save your life, your identity.
and you're still…
Ismail Bhai, my love is my identity.
And there is nothing wrong with trying to save my identity.
Nothing wrong.
"The moon was my uncle."
How do you like the channel, Mumma?
"The moon turned ten too.
Hops and bats, merry-go-round."
-You don't like them? -"He would explain friendship to me.
I would cry all night."
I'm scared.
What are you doing?
Your poems are nice.
But what will your Appan say if he finds out?
And how are you going to make money doing this?
Veena auntie made money too.
Using your recipes.
It's pretty easy nowadays, Mumma.
And once that's done, I'll take you two somewhere far away.
We'll order food every day.
We won't even have a kitchen at home.
Will you come?
Little Myna.
Be careful.
Okay, I'm very tired.
I'll get some sleep.
-Goodnight. -Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, dear.
Poor Mumma.
No one ever asks her what she wants.
And on top of that you!
What's wrong with you?
Going shopping with Psycho.
Cynthu, Mumma's sleeping alone.
Should we sneak into her bed like we used to when we were children?
For your kind information, I'm still a child.
Remember how Mumma gave the seven dwarfs Malayalam names?
Sahji, Joji, Joju.
I used to fall in love with the dwarfs.
Who has the time to wait for the prince?
I used to wait for the prince.
While finishing a tub of chocolate ice cream.
Come, let's sneak up on her again!
Let's go!
You're Bhim, I'm Arjun and Mumma is a Kaurav.
On three, okay?
Three, two, one.
Attack!
Are you mad? I can't come.
What I did today was pretty scandalous.
Everyone is upset with me.
Only for ten minutes. Please.
It's important.
Then say it on the phone.
By the way, how was your shoot?
I wanted to show you the pictures.
So you want me to jump a wall right now to see them?
Tell me on the phone.
Come over or I…
Or what?
Or I'll die in this cold.
Open up!
Go away!
Keys.
Now go!
For you.
But why?
We can hang up now.
-Take it? -What is it?
See for yourself.
I can't accept this.
Fine, then throw it in the dustbin.
Why should I throw it? You throw it.
I gave it to you. It's yours now.
Do whatever you feel is right.
This is not right.
You don't like it?
It's nice. But that's not the point.
Then what is the point?
Someone's giving you a gift. Take it.
You wanted to wear it, didn't you?
If not in front of the world, wear it behind closed doors.
But don't kill your desires.
Ditcher! I'll wake Mumma up.
Hi.
Tomorrow is my first gig. It's a new job.
I came to invite both of you.
Please, come.
Okay, bye.
Cynthu. Sorry.
Meeting, ASAP.
Who gifts a dress like this?
In the first couple of meetings?
Cynthu, ears.
This Psycho only wants sex from you.
Cynthu!
And what if it's true love?
He can do whatever he wants.
The point is, what is Mimi doing?
Going out shopping with him.
He asked for my help.
By the way, how's your channel Myna doing?
How many new subscribers do you have?
We have to get to the BMS competition and make money
for which I wrote them an email.
What's happening on that front?
Aren't you looking after that?
Did you ask me for an update?
Did you check how the new video is doing?
Veena Vyjanti didn't become an internet influencer so easily.
We need to post a new video every week.
I should have known, this would be beyond you.
What have I done?
I only went to buy a dress with him.
No. You like spending time with him.
You write his name in your notebook.
I'm observing you.
Falling in love, what a wonderful thing to happen.
Wonderful or disastrous?
Appan will have Roysten's address by now.
If we don't focus on Myna, then there is no chance.
What should I do?
Make some money first, then think about other things, please.
Fine.
Cool, I'll keep this dress.
Give it back.
I'll have to return it to him.
Give me the box too.
Psy and Robo are having a competition in the evening.
I'll wait for it to end.
You're coming for the competition.
No excuses.
Namaskar to the people of Ratlam.
Salaam to the people of Ratlam.
We have arranged a musical contest for you to enjoy.
A battle between divine melody and techno beats.
In one corner is DJ Psycho,
and in the other our very own Robo.
They are going to fight till the end.
At sundown. This evening. This evening.
-Give me. -Get down, get down.
Are you forgetting something?
-Come on. Come on. -Did you get everything?
-Come on. -Dada .
Dada, come on.
-Get down quickly? -Listen.
Hear me out, today man will be fighting a machine.
-Crush all his machines. -Don't talk too much.
That's all the equipment you need?
-Yes. -You get away cheap.
No no, it's pretty expensive.
Look, Rafi Bhai, I'm doing it this time
because I need the money.
But…
brass bands are an art.
You just slam that Robo down so hard,
that he can't get up.
Is this music or wrestling?
Sorry. Let's go.
Yes.
I mean, it's like wrestling, but with music.
BINDAL MALL PRESENTS MEGA COMPETITION
One!
Two!
Three!
Start!
It's a face-off
Between the new and old
Between art and a toy
Between a legend and a child
Child! You!
You are such a child
NEW MODERN BAND
You are such a child
Such a child
Your melody is a disaster
Disaster!
Such a child
Your melody is all jumbled up
You look like a cool dude But broke when it comes to talent
Go back. Go back. Simon, go back!
Go back
Simon
Simon, go!
Jumbled
Simon… Jumbled
Jumbled… Simon… Go!
Go!
We are the real players
Go back
We are sure to win
Go back
One who wins her love
Go back
And win this battle
Go back
Go!
Bareek!
Amazing!
This note is mine
This talent is mine
This world is mine
This love is mine
Like this divine note
She is mine
Hey!
Don't measure me up
Hear me out
Don't measure me up
They all sold out, Ismail Bhai.
Robo-ji.
You sang well.
Bye.