There's a lock on the door. But there's music playing inside.
-Cynthu, bring this with you. -Yes.
What are you thinking?
Check.
What does he do?
Is he a delivery boy?
Where did he go?
Look up there.
Come on.
I don't know how to cook.
Why are we lying?
-Sebi. -Yes, Chetta.
Mimi is right.
We won't lie to Roysten's family.
We won't give the option of Priya…
to Roysten.
Chetta, Priya likes Roysten.
Sebi.
Have you ever heard Mariam say, "I like this, I dislike that?"
What kind of a father are you?
You just tell Priya
that Uncle Dave will find her a better boy than Roysten.
-David, achaa -- -Vatsala!
If you had taught your daughter Malayalam and how to make puttu,
we wouldn't have to do this.
Write an email to Roysten's mother today
and fix an appointment with her for me.
I'll discuss everything with her.
-This cannot be-- -Everything will be okay.
This is wrong.
What can we do?
You don't do anything. I'll do it myself.
I have all the information.
The snake's real name is "Psycho".
The short form "Psy".
He came to Ratlam three months back.
He does a few part-time jobs across the tracks.
But works full-time for Shubham Bhaiya.
He edits wedding videos for him.
That's where he met Laddoo.
And he edited this video on that bastard's brief.
Forget the video, he cut off our balls.
He rides a "Hero Honda" motorbike.
He's a fierce pilot. Fierce!
And he drinks black coffee,
-without sugar. -Without sugar?
-Yes! -Yuck.
And he chews gum.
He is a math tutor for high school boys.
AC, TV, fridge… he repairs them all.
He smokes Marlboro cigarettes without the stuff.
-I see. -And when he smokes, he blows rings.
No friends, brother.
And no family.
Where he goes at 9:00 p.m.
and when does he come back?
-I have no idea. -Why didn't you find that out?
Because after 9:00 p.m., I finish at least half a bottle.
Okay, team. Attention!
How's the energy?
You see?
He's trying to be Salim at Akbar's age.
Hasn't this love story been written by you?
Who told Rahu to convince him that he needs an Anarkali?
Oh really?
Okay, fine. I admit my mistake.
But you are a wise man.
Before he sinks us, throw him out of the band.
First, seal the deal with that DJ fellow.
We shouldn't take off our pajamas for a pair of pants
that never shows up.
Go! Your baby is crying.
Go feed him some milk.
And let me tell you,
if I don't replace this tone-deaf trumpet with techno,
my name isn't Rafi.
Shut up!
I can't see a thing.
It's our job to watch Black Mamba.
Why is she watching him?
Why are we following him?
He doesn't want to meet us.
Appan has changed the rules of the game.
Priya is out.
If Roysten says yes…
We need Psy.
Why don't you find out more about Psy on social media?
What else am I doing?
Snooping on him with his own WiFi.
I can't find anything.
Look.
He changed the WiFi name again.
"Do not follow me", in capital letters.
Let's go, Mariam! Learn how to make puttu !
Making puttu is your destiny!
Make puttu . Make babies.
If it's a boy, then find him a bride who can make puttu .
And if it's a girl, teach her how to make puttu .
Perfect!
Stop saying puttu!
I love puttu . Puttu with papad . Puttu with sugar.
Then you marry him, you cook.
Look.
If the black one gets cut, Myna wins.
And if it's the red one, then Appan.
Bet?
Bet.
Mimi?
Can we talk?
Sure, Uncle.
-Both Priya and Rose are here. -Hi.
Hi!
Actually,
Priya and Roysten have already met.
Oh!
And they like each other.
I couldn't say this in front of Chetta .
Priya really…
likes Roysten a lot.
I don't know what to do.
I told you to talk to Mariam.
How much do you expect Mimi to do?
Daddy, is Mimi supposed to get rid of your fear?
Just go and tell him.
-No, I can't-- -Auntie.
Do one thing,
call Appan after Uncle Sebi reaches Kerala.
And say that Roysten's family sent a proposal for Priya.
And his mother said that she only wants Priya.
She doesn't even want to see my picture.
Simple.
You won't feel bad?
Never. I love Priya.
See, I told you.
Genius, Mimi.
Uncle!
Don't tell Appan before reaching Kochi.
Okay, beta.
-Genius. -Myna will win. Yes!
The song has 32 new comments.
What?
And they're only increasing.
Robo's song is a hit.
He's a star for a reason.
-Good, right? -Very good.
Numbers, Mimi. Numbers.
On the internet, numbers rule!
The black kite flies away.
-Celebrate! -Yes!
Put it over there.
This too.
Bye, Uncle.
Bye, dear .
You're going with Uncle, okay?
Stop at Station Road, at Jain uncle's jewelry shop.
And get a gift packed for Priya.
I've spoken to them.
Priya has made such a big sacrifice.
Only for you.
Okay? Come on.
Get in. Quickly. Get in.
Pull the seat back.
I'll definitely miss my train today.
What mess have you landed us in?
This is Ratlam's traffic.
It'll clear in two minutes.
Don't do that.
It doesn't help.
How did I get stuck in this?
Uncle Sebi?
-I have an idea. -What?
The pizza, pasta, and ice cream shop that I'm going to open on campus…
its USP will be homegrown vanilla.
Completely organic.
So you'll be able to supply pure vanilla, right?
How many trucks do you want?
Truck?
-Can't I get a small bottle? -No. You can't get a small bottle.
My train!
-Wait, let me check. -How will that…
It's Ratlam, Uncle. It'll clear up in no time.
Good Lord!
Come on.
Aren't they increasing too quickly? These subscribers and comments?
Give me your phone!
Amazing words and a fantastic tune.
Channel hit.
All comments are the same.
And "channel" is spelled wrong.
Come on.
Something is wrong.
Like those…
troll armies.
Bots on the internet?
Come on. Learn to enjoy success.
Give it to me!
We are only telling you to support one channel.
And you are showing such an attitude.
Get lost.
Show me your phone.
Come on, show me your phone
Hey, Raja Babu !
Take out your phone and subscribe.
I did it. What more do you want?
-You did? -Yes.
Get going then. Move.
Come on, take out your phones and subscribe.
-Give me your phone. -What are you doing?
-Take out your phone and subscribe. -Which one?
Search on YouTube, it's called Myna.
Myna?
-Why should I? -You have to, madam.
She's a talent from Ratlam. Can't let it go to waste.
-Unlock this phone! -I'll unlock it.
It's a bad channel. Why should I?
I don't care. You have to do it.
Madam, unlock your phone.
You have to do it. You have to support her.
You must subscribe.
And make everyone with a phone subscribe as well.
Doesn't your Robo Bhaiya feel ashamed doing such things?
So these are Ratlam's bots.
Bhabhi?
Say namaste!
-Come here! Come here! -Namaste.
Stop all this right now!
Yes.
Did you hear that?
Subscribe and turn off your phones.
Whatever you might say, Robo Bhaiya is a genius.
Are you crazy?
It's an everyday nuisance.
Holding up traffic.
-Where are you going? -To hell.
Shall I turn the car around?
WAY TO UPSTAIRS
Where is she going?
Your favorite is up to no good again.
Don't we have to buy the gift as well?
I'm missing this train for sure.
This is Ratlam, Uncle.
One train leaves and five arrive.
Shut up! Stop saying Ratlam!
Robo-ji, what you're doing is wrong.
I've stopped.
Now,
I'll never play the trumpet again.
Not this.
Your men are threatening people on the streets. That!
That? That's my marketing plan.
By slapping people?
Look, I came to you because you're a big artist,
so I want you to set my poetry to music.
So it sounds beautiful and people follow it.
But willingly.
Not forcefully.
Even I want to earn money, but not like this.
Please stop all this.
-Bareek! -Yes, Bhaiya .
-Tell everyone to stop marketing. -Okay, Bhaiya.
-And get some tea. -Okay, Bhaiya .
-I don't drink tea. -Tea cancel.
I have a piece of land near Jawra, I can sell it if you want money.
No, no, no! Please.
Don't do anything like that.
Just think of me as a silly girl and forget me. Please?
So…
any new song?
I don't have a new song.
Are you giving it to that guy on the roof?
That…
Look. Please, calm down.
If I need help, I'll come to you myself.
Please stop all this, okay?
-Okay. -Thank you. Sorry.
Bye.
Careful!
-What happened to her-- -Hey!
What happened?
The dust from her feet.
Where is it?
Bye.
The music is off. Mimi is back home.
Don't worry.
I'm holding a steering wheel, I won't lie.
Being an older brother comes with a lot of responsibility.
You won't understand.
Okay. Bye, Jiggy Bhaiya.
If you need any help with the pizza shop, let me know.
Okay.
Cynthia?
Should we delete the channel?
No one likes our poems.
No one's heard your poems yet.
-What is this? -A sign from the universe.
Why are you giving me Veena Auntie's letter?
It's from some company called "Book My Sitara".
Maybe we'll find a clue in there? Should we open it?
No way. We can't open someone else's letter.
Return it to her.
I'm not angry!
Rose. Your husband should have told me this.
Rose, if Roysten has proposed to Priya, then who am I to stop them?
I'm not angry!
Oh, my God. I'm happy!
I can't dance over the phone to show my happiness, right, Rose?
Please.
Please tell Priya that Aunt Vatsala
-and Uncle Dave are very happy. -Aunt Rose.
I told Uncle Sebi to call after he reached Kochi.
Okay?
Rose.
Always scheming.
And Sebi is spineless.
Before Mariam's photo reaches her, Roysten's mother contacts Priya.
They think I'm stupid.
Always.
Bloody vanilla farmer.
Did you see how he hid Roysten's photo in a separate folder?
These people don't know me.
I left Kerala long ago, but I still have connections in the Diocese.
Sebi's out.
I will get Mariam married… to Roysten.
I'll go to Kerala.
Be it today or tomorrow.
You must be ready.
Okay?
Hello?
Good evening Father Joseph! This is David Bastian.
-Principal. Degree College, Ratlam. -Cynthia, open the letter.
A cheque for 25,000 rupees.
Does Veena auntie make so much money?!
If this BMS pays us this much money, we'll be sorted.
Appan won't be able to say a thing after seeing this much money.
I'll stand up to him and let the money do the talking.
Hey, Cynthia!
If we want to do this, we need Psycho.
If we tell him that he'll get paid, he'll agree.
How?
By changing the name of our WiFi.
Mimi.
Talk Shop…
How will this help?
There are only two Wi-Fis here.
He will know. Just wait.
Look.
Come now.
Psycho is greedy.
What do we do?
We should go.
Should we?
It will be okay. We should go.
But Appan?
Let's go.
Come, let's go.
Okay.
Which poem are you going to give him?
I have a few. Let's go.
Give something sensational. The internet needs sensation.
-Hi! -Hi!
I'm Cynthia. This is my sister Mariam.
Hi.
Yeah.
Talk shop?
Can we come inside and talk?
Let's talk here.
We saw your work.
I mean we heard it.
-No, I mean we saw it. -Which one?
I do a lot of things.
Wait a second.
-Wow, you bake as well? -It's hot.
Thank you.
Laddoo Bhaiya's wedding video…
that was your work, wasn't it?
That video has needlessly made me famous in this town.
Had I known, I wouldn't have done it.
Bareek.
-Yes, Bhaiya . -What's the news?
Myna is in Black Mamba's lair.
Oh no! Get some rum. We'll have to drink today.
Today as well?
Okay, I'll get it.
This is great!
So?
Actually, I have a channel.
I recite poetry.
So I want you to give music to my poetry.
What's it called?
Myna.
Myna?
You have a big contribution to making it.
Me? How?
We used your WiFi to launch the channel.
How many subscribers?
Around 1200.
They were increasing, but we stopped it.
1200 is nothing.
What's your budget?
Budget? Why?
You said this is a business deal.
I charged 20,000 for Laddoo Bhaiya's wedding video.
We don't have that much money.
We have a long-term proposal for you.
We want you to become our business partner.
Why?
There's a company called BMS.
"Book My Sitara?"
We mentor internet influencers and manage them.
There are many frauds like this.
There's no point.
Trust me.
They're not frauds.
We saw a cheque of 25,000 for Veena Vajayanti.
Yeah.
These days, everyone wants to be an influencer.
Gamer, singer, comedian.
And your idea…
it's too far-fetched.
Mimi is different, her poems are amaz--
If you see my poetry once, you'll know.
Come dwell in my heart
Let's do one thing.
Let's shoot.
I can't do this.
Why?
I don't want to be seen.
Then how will you become an influencer?
Through my poetry.
You're wasting my time.
No.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Why?
On Facebook, millions of girls pretend to be Katrina or Deepika,
but they get nowhere.
Whoever you are, whatever you are, show yourself.
I'm sure they have their reasons.
Then overcome those reasons.
And come back to me when you have the courage to own your work.
Sorry.
Your cupcake sucks.
Simon, go back.
Britishers, go back.
He'll get lost. Go fast.
Just go quickly!
Hello.
No, I'm not ignoring you.
I'm making arrangements.
Have I ever missed a payment?
We broke Simon's vehicle.
Well done.
Bhaiya,
gift.
What are you doing here?
Sorry for troubling you at this hour. Can I borrow your scooter?
Is this a rickshaw stand?
Someone broke my bike.
Why?
Maybe someone doesn't want me in this city.
Do you do something illegal as well?
Look, I have to get somewhere, it's important.
Myna's music was also important.
You don't understand.
Did you understand?
Promise me you'll make music for me.
Okay…
promise.
Keys?
I'll return it at night.
Don't wake me up. Keep it under the pot.
And listen, if you use my scooter for anything illegal,
my Appan is friends with the police commissioner.
-They're chaddi-buddies . -Okay.
Myna has learned to fly.
Wednesday.
I want an A+.
Three days, no TV.
Study properly.
This is only for you. Only emergency calls.
And whenever you get time,
learn traditional dishes from your mom.
And please, talk to her in Malayalam.
We might have to go to Kochi any time.
But, David achaa ,
they have made their decision.
-If God doesn't want-- -What are you saying, Vatsala?
Father Joseph called personally.
Father Vincent is coming to Indore from Kerala.
They are very close to Roysten's family.
He said to present her case to him.
If this wasn't God's wish, why would Father Joseph call?
But you called Father Joseph, right?
You always demoralize me.
Always.
Nothing like that.
Drop me to the station and come back here.
He'll come twice a day.
If there's any problem, talk to him.
Okay?
Mariam.
Don't worry at all.
I'll get Roysten for you, okay?
I won't let Uncle's evil design succeed.
Okay? Don't worry.
And listen, no phone for Cynthu.
Only studying.
Oh!
Eat your meals on time.
And don't lose your temper.
When do I lose my temper?
This car is too high.
Psy messaged. The song is ready.
Let's go.
Hello?
Yes.
What happened?
-Hold this. -Should I get a band-aid?
No, leave it.
Let's go.
I sent it last month.
No.
Yes, I know.
No, I know.
I don't have enough money. I'll send it as soon as I have it.
Yes.
He's talking about money.
Okay, I'm hanging up. I'll send it soon.
Yes.
Coffee?
No, thank you.
We got your message.
Yes, the song.
I'll play it.
-Breakfast? -No, thank you so much.
Should I make Maggi with eggs? I make--
Just play the song.
Please?
Patience, patience.
The fruit of patience is sweet.
And doing things right is a treat.
Sit.
Thank you.
Do you know how long it took me to crack this song?
I listened to your poem all night.
I kept thinking, how do we…
make this international?
Right?
This hesitation in you, how do we hide it?
And how do we make it sensational,
so that people notice you in one go?
It has to grab you, right?
Yeah.
Let's hear it?
Finish your coffee first.
It's so hot it'll take hours to finish!
Let's hear it?
So meet… Myna.
When I was five Even the moon was five
Cute and shiny
Talked about the fairies
When I was five Even the moon was five
Cute and shiny
Talked about the fairies