01x04 - Remains of the Day

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Blood runs through
the veins of this haveli.

Sir, we've traced the number

to a Raju from Rann Pradesh.

You know what?

I f*cking love you.

Mercenaries usually loot people.

Who?

The king of this place.

Or the queen.

Rani Cooperative...

will live forever.

Do you see anything?

What?

I only have two hands.

Should I record,
or give you commentary?

You're blabbering even
without a tongue?

Yes, Birsa.

Did he rat us out to the cops?

He's high as a kite.

What are you waiting for?

We'll be f*cked if
he tells the cops

that we mixed Flamingo.

Don't stress over this, Birsa.

Everyone's a junkie here.

The dealer won't admit
to selling mixed stuff.

That better be true.
Do you get it?

Pay attention.

What do you think?

Can they pull it off?

My boys are good.

I can trust them.

Trust...

Trust and illusion...

are very similar, Birsa.

Both can be broken.

No.

-Yes.
-No.

-What is this?
-What are you doing?

m*therf*cker.

What is this?

Raju, your supplier.

Run.

Who are you guys?

Did you forget?

You sent the cops to my place.

Remember?

You m*therf*cker.

You f*cked with our stuff?

Jogi, how long did it take
Raju to speak?

Hardly 2 minutes.

2 minutes?

He led us to you,

and we led him to heaven.

Brother,
I'm really sorry.

You don't know
how much those cops...

Let me explain in Hindi.

The cops beat me to a pulp.

They wanted to know where
the stuff came from.

Weren't you making enough money?

How dare you start
mixing our stuff, f*ck?

Anyway, no problem.
Take some.

It will calm your nerves.

It's either this
or a broken nose.

You decide.

Bro, please understand.

I fast on Thursdays.

No problem.

Come on.

Have it.

Have it,
m*therf*cker!

Your special mix,
c*cksucker!

Dhiman.

Dhiman.

Check this out!

Are you Ret*rded,
you m*therf*cker!

Listen...

Let's party tonight.

-I don't want to.
-Please.

-No.
-Come on!

No!

This is my last time.

-Why last time?
-I'm in love.

I'm getting married.

Does the girl know?

-Not yet
-You dumb f*ck!

But I have you.

Who would dare refuse you?

Talk to her for me.

There are many...

who refuse me, Jogi.

Hungry?

Yes, I can eat.

A MOTHER-IN-LAW,
DAUGHTERS-IN-LAW AND FLAMINGO

Baa.

Rani Baa!

This is Bharti

and her daughter,
Kusum.

Her husband is from Rampur.

But she has no one.

Hastipur's doors are always open
for you.

You and your daughter
are safe here.

But what about her father?

This child doesn't need a father.

She needs a family.

Rani Cooperative is that family.

Rani Baa will give her a new life.

Step back!

NOTORIOUS CHILD TRAFFICKER ARRESTED

Push harder!

We couldn't save your child.

I want to see my baby.

Be strong.

It's a bad omen to see a dead child.

No, no!

No!

Clean it, properly.

Bro...

My respect for Mom is growing.

Remember what she sent
to pick us up at the airport.

Yeah, yeah.

m*therf*ckers.

Let's go.

You don't like living here?

It's not like that, Ma.

They're preparing to ship out
our new stock.

I need to be there.

Okay. Go.

Take Harish and Kapil with you.

They have a lot to learn from you.

Will they learn from me?

If they have a little sense
of whether

they learn from others or not,
but they'll surely learn from you.

What's all this?

Exactly.

How is this related
to our business?

Harish, you still don't get it,
do you?

I understand everything.

Cheema...

wrong.

The structure is wrong.

Why are we giving these villagers
all these modern facilities?

What do we get?
Nothing!

Don't ever say this to your mother.

Do you know which horse
I like the most?

Yes.

Why?

Because he's behind everyone else.

You've learnt well.

Now go.

Your information is correct,
but the location is wrong.

Mandi Port, Bokha Bandar,
Pipana Port.

These ports are good
to smuggle stuff.

This port is for small traders.

Subramanium sir.

We need to move your car

Dhiman's car is coming.

Wait here till I call you.

Stop it.
It's already broken.

This is for Runjh authority.

We'll move the ship
once the tide comes in.

Load it fast and leave
with the next high tide.

-Okay.
-What's up?

These are my...

They're Rani Baa's sons.

Hi, I'm his boss.

How's the boy performing?

This one.

Oh, good, good!

Good, good, good!

Show them around.

Yeah, my port.

You're short!

Big cargo ships dock here too?

Doesn't seem big.

Looks small from afar.

What happened?

Puncture.

Need help?

-Yeah.
-Good one.

Roll up the windows
and turn the AC on.

f*cking d*ck.

Can't even drive a car.

Hey!

Dhiman!

What the f*ck was this?

He just left.

-f*ck!
-What was that?

What about our Berlin dream?

What about that?

We'll go, babe, I promise.

But I need some time.

It's been five years.

Expensive watches don't buy time,
Bee.

That's a bit much.

I thought you'd be happy
that my hard work--

Happy for you?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Happy for you?

You may become like
your criminal mother-in-law.

You want me to be happy about that?

How dare you?

You know nothing about her.

Do you even know
what she's been through?

No, I don't.

But I know what
I want in life.

Naina.

Just calm down.

It was a mistake
bringing this up with you.

No, babe.

The mistake is all mine.

f*ck.

Harish.

Is the AC not working?

Where's the key?

Oh!

Come on, change the tyre.

Water.

Huh?

Water.

Water?

There's no water.

Hey.

Hey.

You...

You were saying...

What?

I say a lot of things.

No...

that day...

we got cut off...

You...

you were saying...

I mean...

You were saying that...

when Ma came in between...

You can make a dead man talk
but can't speak for yourself.

And don't call her "Ma."

It's weird.

See you later.

Do you want to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Bro...

There's nothing like hunting
your own food.

It satisfies your animal instincts.

Like, I don't have
the exact word for it.

But I feel as if...

Oh, man...

Like you've f*cking earned it?

Exactly!

Harish.

That's chicken

from the market.

You did not f*cking hunt it.

Is that so?

Really?

f*ck.

We work our asses off.

Now these two monkeys
want to reap the rewards.

What f*cking bullshit!

Keep working,
your labour will bear fruit.

It's too tight.

What about Kajal and Bijlee?

What Bijlee gets...

Harish will get it.

And what Harish gets...

will Bijlee get it?

ba*ls!

The eldest son will be the heir.

She spoke about equality
all her life,

but when the time comes
she favours her sons.

Don't overthink.

Kapil is nothing.

And Harish is good for nothing!

And Shanta?

She's just a kid.

And Dhiman?

Now we're talking.

Need all the alterations
before Janmashtami.

Leave it!

Why bother him.

I'll go to Runjh myself.

Thank you.

Can I trust you?

Trust is everything to me.

With trust,
we can conquer the world.

If one of us becomes the heir,
then...

We'll rule together.

Half yours and half mine.

Hello.

The stuff is on its way.

You're sure?

Absolutely.

I've heard that Savitri
is choosing an heir?

That's old news. They've started
fighting like dogs.

I see.

Listen, I need some money.

-Yes.
-Can you come to Runjh?

Yes, I'll come.

Runjh isn't too far.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Are you going somewhere?

Where's the food?

You didn't serve me
last night too.

I asked, but you were not hungry.

Now serve.

Now serve.

There's solid intel
on a cocaine hub here.

How strong is your hold
on the border?

As strong as Rambo.

But sometimes they get creative.

Aren't they cute?

But they are smugglers
from across the border.

They could've caused
a diplomatic issue.

What a load of crap!

It's such a long border.

The RB officer wasn't lying.

The leak is through the sea,
not the border.

Keep a watch on the port officer.

Are you blind?

Use the dipper!

Come here!

Don't act smart!

-Pay for this!
-Dipper means stop!

Shut up!

I did turn the dipper on!

What's the matter?

This dumb f*ck hit my truck!

Stop talking or I'll hit you too!

Shut it!

Where are these goats from?

From Hastipur.

Don't interfere, sir.

I'll call my boss.

Yes, do that.

I'll also speak to him!

Hello, Dhiman!

Hmm.

I was returning from the port
and Kanu hit my truck!

Are the goats all right?

The goats are fine,
but this guy--

Have you both lost it?

Both trucks belong
to Rani Baa, right?

Leave from there.

As you say.

Move aside!

The truck is empty.

It must've been
unloaded at the port.

Who's in charge of the Hastipur
Police Station?

Hastipur is a strange place.

It has no police station.

Some government official
forgot to put Hastipur on the map.

It is ahead of Rampur.

We can find it on Google Maps.

Billu saw the Magadiyas
going towards Rampur, right?

Yes, sir.

How far is Hastipur
from Rampur?

That depends on us.

How?

It'll take us 12 hours walking.

6 hours by cycle
and 3 hours by car.

What about a camel?

Camel and cycle
will be about the same.

So, do we walk or take
a camel to meet Rani Baa?

Sir.

18 years...

and 4 months...

and 9 days.

No, no, no, Savi, no!

You may be a wanted man
in India.

God knows I wanted you.

You don't understand.

What it took for me
to get back here.

Please.

I can't do it.

I need you, Donze.

Thanks for helping me
make this new pill.

What are you going to do?

Your mother is a hard woman
to say no to, no?

Why do you call this pill
Pink Unicorn?

You'll see.

As long as no one knows
I'm in this country.

We're going to be okay.

Don't worry, won't let
anything happen to you.

Promise?

Promise.

I'm back, baby!

Stop the car.
Stop the car.

Sir...

Wait. Come here!

Hey, Moti!

He may bite, sir.

Jayantilal.

What if he bites?

Do you have a boss or a manager?

Huh?

Huh?

Jayantilal?

Sir.

My Google Maps is not working.

Mark this location.

-And we're almost there!
-Let's go faster, faster!

Okay!

Oh, my God!

There's no network, sir.

What's Rani Cooperative's
Wi-Fi password?

Did you see any
Magadiyas a few nights ago?

Here?

No, sir.

By God's grace,
it's been peaceful.

And you?

No, I didn't.

All well?

Shanta.

Proshun Jain.

Anti-Narcotics Wing,
Mumbai.

Claude.

Jean Claude.

Our new design consultant.

It's my first time in this country.

It's beautiful with--

I did not expect to see
international-level work here.

Can I see?

Sure.

What's there?

You cannot go there.

What's beyond this?

Toilet!

We have a gents toilet too.

No, I'll manage.

Ram Ram.

Ram Ram.

I thought gypsies
live in mud houses.

Gypsies don't own houses;
they own the roads.

Tea?

Come, sit near me.

It's a showpiece.

Are your goods exported abroad?

It goes where it's valued.

My wife is a designer too.

So next time,
bring her along.

There will be a next time?

Why not?

But be careful.

Once you fall in love
with this place,

there's no going back.

The cop from Mumbai
reached our doorstep today.

How?

Bury the bodies deeper next time.

Don't worry.

Mom, sorry...

Savitri handled it.

He inspected our trucks
on his way out.

Let's give him some money and--

How's your health,
all good?

Not everyone can be bought.

It's our dead bodies they found.

How can Dhiman
make such a big mistake?

Keep a close watch on the cop.

-Ram Ram!
-Ram Ram.

All good?

Yes!

Sit, sit.

Did you see my kurta?

Kurta?

Trying to be extra traditional?

Over a million rupees?

For one watch!

That too imported!

Show me.

I've never seen such
an expensive watch!

Hey, accountant,
at least tell me the time!

Wow!