Shit!
Shit, shit, shit.
Shit!
Ishaan!
Yeah Nat?
Gamerlog got him. They've got Maverick.
Is there anything in this house that's worth eating?
What is this?
Ew... it's pee.
Who keeps this in their fridge?
It's mine.
Close it.
Put it back.
Potty hotbox in the bathroom
and urine in the fridge. Ew.
Hey, are you having a bath?
Yes, I was just... Hey!
Hurry up. We need you for something.
Can I bathe first?
There isn't any time for that.
What?
No man, he is just kidding.
We have time.
But hurry up.
A bucket and a mug.
That is very sexy.
Great shot!
How did I end up here, man?
Major sir.
Can you make mutton biryani?
Not mutton biryani, nalli nihari.
Idiot.
Sir, can you cook some nalli nihari?
Please.
It'll be done.
But first...
Ladies, this is crucial information.
Major's nalli is legendary.
-Oh yeah! -What?
Major's nalli nihari is legendary.
Genius.
His name is Tiwari. He is pure vegetarian.
But he cooks like his mother herself came from the Mughal Empire.
Khurpa, paaya, nalli nihari...
Okay, okay, that's enough bro. He gets it.
There is just one problem.
What?
That you need to wash dishes before he agrees to make it for you?
You should consider yourself lucky.
Poor Lalit was made to clean the commode,
and that too right after I had done my business.
-Death. -Instant.
Well...
Major is kind of that, isn't he?
I mean, he is a bit off, right?
No, he is not off.
He is a complete googly.
I mean...
Who stores their own urine in the fridge?
Oh, you mean that.
That is normal.
-Normal? -Hey lady, who are you judging?
That's his business.
His occupation. Urine salesman.
He sells his urine?
Um to who?
Anyone whose profession involves drug testing.
Major supplies them with his clean, pure and drug-free urine.
So that they don't fail the test.
It's a noble cause.
Social service.
By the way,
where are we taking this?
You will know soon enough.
Do you accept, uncle?
All that just for this?
Yo bro, deal or no deal?
So, did you do it for this?
We did it for this.
-Whoa! -Whoa!
Hey Lalit, what the hell are you doing?
Don't try to teach me. I have a shop that sells Diwali lights in Jalandhar.
Sure, and I am a part-time superhero.
You're a weird guy.
You wasted your entire Sunday that too just for these shoes?
Hey stoner, do you know which shoes these are?
The Gleezy's 350 V2 Zebra.
Resale value is 30Gs.
In your language that is 10Gs of kush, do you get it now?
Oh, I see.
And you still went for the shoes?
Shoetard.
Hey Lalit, I will put up a tripod there.
That will look good.
You handle the lighting here.
Go ahead, I got this.
Hey, look it's a drone.
It's a fucking drone!
-Wolf Clan! -Damn wolf pricks!
Screw you.
Nice shoes, bro.
I like it.
My babies...
God damn Wolf Clan,
they destroyed my shoes.
By the way Jaggi, what colour paint was in that balloon?
How about you go and ask them?
Sorry man, don't get angry.
Hey moron,
you will damage it.
It's already so damaged.
I will turn this Wolf Clan
into a bunch of domesticated dogs.
I don't understand.
I mean...
Wolf Clan is such an esteemed E-sports team,
why would they do this to us?
Aiyyo!
Now we need to tell him the whole story.
It's okay Mahesh.
Actually, we have history.
I used to be with Wolf Clan
and I left them to set up Gamerlog.
And since then...
both our teams have always had beef with each other.
They have beef from their side,
we've got nothing but eggs on ours. Zero.
They always screw us over.
Hey, didn't we beat them at the last Zero cup?
We didn't beat them, boss.
Their entire team came down with loose motions one day before the final.
Yep. Shit happened.
So, basically, it is a vicious cycle.
First they screw us over.
Mummy!
Then we screw them over.
I told you...
What the...
They strike,
we hit back.
♪ They strike, we hit back ♪ ♪ They strike, we hit back ♪
Okay guys, enough.
I think he gets the point.
Anyway,
this whole game of one-upmanship is just going nowhere.
I will talk to Ishaan and I am going to get this all sorted out.
Yes.
What is so funny guys?
Did someone make a joke? Tell me, guys.
No, it's just...
Whenever big sis talks about Ishaan, she gets a little red.
He means, they used to be a thing.
You were dating Lone Wolf?
You are dating the Ishaan Awasthi?
I mean, you were.
India's number one E-sports player and
the captain of Wolf Clan, that Ishaan.
Woah, woah, woah.
If you like him so much, why don't you date him?
She will help set you guys up.
Whatever has happened up until now was not right.
-He is the GOAT. -He is a dick.
Listen, I am going to get them to back off but
this time, Gamerlog won't retaliate. Are we clear?
-But Jo... -Jaggi, no means no.
Yes.
Bye sis.
Okay screw it. You take care of that. I am going to do this.
Wait, I will go check.
Come on, let's go. God knows what they're up to.
Was that good for you baby?
Yeah.
Hey, um listen...
Thanks for saving our butts out there today.
If it wasn't for you, we'd be properly screwed out there,
and not in a fun way like this.
Well, you are welcome.
Yeah.
I just want you to know that
Wolf Clan is as much your team as it is mine.
That means so much to me.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hey Jaggi?
Lalit!
Open the door man.
Hey Lalit.
Wake up!
Are you deaf?
It's your turn today.
I have been opening it for the last seven months, Jaggi.
What's up?
Wh... who are you?
C... Can I help you?
You can get more if you need it.
Why do you always sneak up on me?
Do you remember what Joanna said yesterday? About not retaliating,
do you remember that?
-Yes. -Then forget it.
Because today, we are going to mess Wolf Clan's happiness.
Hard.
Today afternoon.
Just watch.
It will take us 20 minutes to reach them.
-Chewing gum? -Check.
-Debit card? -Check.
-Pliers? -Check.
-Screwdriver? -Check.
-Hammer? -Check.
Axe?
It's fine, we can use two hammers instead.
Check, check.
Are you scared?
Don't be scared.
My boy,
he needs energy.
Front gate will have security but that's not a problem.
We will enter the kill zone from the back.
Wait!
It was open.
Idiot. Let's go.
The last and final step
is putting a leash on those wild dogs.
So are you in? Or...
are you in?
Those two are planning a co-ordinated attack on Wolf Clan.
Game over.
-Are you okay? -What?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I am fine.
Oh shit! I am late.
-What happened? -Shit, shit.
Sorry...
I am a bit pre-occupied.
By the way, I spoke to Ishaan last night.
So we have decided
that it's time to put an end to these prank wars.
By the way, Ishaan had no clue about the drone attack.
I mean, he was surprised himself.
Apparently, he says that
his team didn't tell him before doing this.
But...
I don't know, you know?
Do you think he was telling the truth?
It's just, whenever I talk to him I...
Actually, will you come with me?
I don't think I can face him alone.
Oh! Um...
Do I look okay?
No, no, I don't want to intrude on the two of you, I mean...
Oh no, no, it's nothing like that.
His whole team will be there and I just want someone to go with me.
-Okay. -Okay, great.
Let's go.
Pandya sahab,
do you have any new information on my Ragla?
No, I just called you because I wanted to see you.
I called you here to tell you about that, Paresh bhai.
This is Sankalp Trivedi.
He has a small shop on Ring Road.
Sir, it's not small.
We have a very big shop. It's two full floors.
And not just mobiles,
we repair everything, even ACs, TVs and fridges.
This is my card.
Call me if you ever need anything.
Are you done marketing?
Your Gagla...
Ragla.
Yes, your Ragla.
This shop was his last known location.
Yes, he sold his mobile to this guy.
He probably needed cash urgently.
I gave him a full 5,000 rupees.
What?
5,000?
-That's it? -What are you doing?
That child is so gullible.
I just bought this for him. It's not even a week old.
And he only took 5? He should have at least gotten 10.
Hey man, give me the remaining 5,000.
Hey.
Are you sitting at his shop or in a Police Station?
-Sorry. -Better.
And your Gagla...
-Ragla. -Yes! Fine! Your Ragla...
He visited this guy's shop all alone.
He was alone, right?
-He was alone. -Of course he was!
Why would those kidnappers reveal their faces?
Trust me, Pandya sahab,
those kidnappers must have forced my poor Ragla
to sell his brand new phone for just 5,000 rupees.
Give the rest to me later.
God only knows what he is going through.
Him or you?
You had to take a loss of 5,000 rupees, right?
Yeah!
-See that? -What are you saying?
Ragla...
Uh, sorry.
I am just super stressed.
It's fine.
It's cute.
I wanted to ask you something.
It's a bit personal.
Can I?
Yeah, go for it.
What happened between you and Wolf Clan?
How did you end up leaving them?
I didn't leave the team.
I left Ishaan.
That was atrocious!
You were atrocious.
What happened?
Sorry my exams are near...
I don't give a damn about your exams!
You want to be a professional E-sports player, right?
Then act like it.
You know what? Out.
Get out!
Ishaan.
Relax!
Relax?
Jo, we were inches...
Inches from winning, and this moron messed it all up.
And what the fuck? College exams?
Seriously?
I dropped out for this shit.
That is how much it means to me.
Ishaan, you can't compare him to yourself.
You are the privileged one.
You can afford to drop out
because you've got your parents backing you.
Anuj doesn't have that, right?
This is my bloody team, Jo.
And I will not tolerate dickheads like him being on it.
I thought you said Wolf Clan is as much mine as it is yours.
Oh, shut the fuck up Jo.
This has always been my team.
This always will be.
And if you have so much sympathy for this Anuj,
you can leave too.
Ishaan made me believe that
Wolf Clan was my team.
My family.
And I always thought I...
belonged with them.
But I was wrong.
Do you think we could talk about something else?
-If that's okay. -Yes, of course.
So, what is your favourite colour?
Blue, I guess.
Oh. Same pinch.
Okay.
Did you forget that century he made in 42 balls?
I said it that same day.
This boy is a textbook...
Master-batter.
I see, he is a textbook Master-batter.
You played textbook cricket in school too, right?
Didn't you become a textbook Master-batter?
I will be honest with you Jaggi.
If my daddy hadn't put me in a tuition,
then I too could have been a textbook...
Master-batter.
Master-batter!
Ew Jaggi. Not cool.
Will you ever get your mind out of the gutter?
Sorry, sorry.
Now let's go show Wolf Clan who is boss.
Whoa!
This place...
This place is just too...
epic, isn't it?
Jo.
There you are.
-It's been a while, hasn't it? -Yeah.
And you...
must be Maverick.
Been seeing you play, champ.
Big fan.
Oh! You know me?
I also know you.
Ishaan 'Lone Wolf' Awasthi.
I know everything about you. I follow your whole team.
Insane shit man.
Glad to hear that champ.
Come, will you have something?
Soft drink? Maybe some iced tea?
Maybe a Long Island Iced Tea?
A cup of tea with pudina.
I don't want that.
You guys really went overboard this time.
Jo, it's like I told you.
Whatever my team did,
they did it behind my back.
You know what? Alright, listen kids.
Please apologise to our guest right now.
For that dumb-ass drone prank. Wasn't even funny.
Ishaan, they started it.
They should apologise.
Yes, they painted a penis on our cars.
And with testicles.
Every penis has testicles man.
Yeah.
But you stole Lalit's tires.
But that is beside the point.
Yeah?
Seems just about fair,
considering how you cheapskates destroyed our firewall.
Enough!
Guys the Tournament of Champions is being held in about three weeks, right?
So I suggest, let's conserve our health bars for that
and not for these lame ass side missions.
You want to settle the score, right?
Then let's do it at the tournament.
Jo?
Can we talk?
Seriously?
You said you spoke to your team.
I did Ishaan, I am so sorry,
they weren't supposed to retaliate.
-I don't know what those two were... -Sorry.
Sorry. One second.
Jo?
Jo!
That drone is yours Ishaan.
Of course! This is all your fault!
The prank, the paint balloons...
everything! It's you!
I can't believe I was so stupid.
Fine.
It was me.
You know you're quite the detective.
And come on, you got to admit.
It was pretty funny.
What?
Okay, not that much of a detective.
The prank?
I was totally prepared for your boys to shoot down my drone.
But then I remembered...
Your boys can't shoot for shit.
I am leaving.
Jo.
Okay.
Just one last thing.
What are you doing with these guys?
Seriously?
Gamerlog is a sinking ship and you know that.
You tried to start your own team
and full marks for effort.
You spent your entire life savings on starting this team.
And you have won what...
One tournament?
Let me help you.
Quite frankly, there are a few players on your team that I can use.
The others can F off.
And you?
You can be whatever you want to be.
Mentor? Team captain?
Whatever...
Jo wants.
-What say? -I say...
Go *** yourself.
That is not ideal.
Jo?
Take care, Jo. Of your hand as well.
Maverick?
If you ever want to have some tea...
My doors are always open.
With pudina.
Nat.
You guys travelled here on your own right?
You can go home by yourselves too.
Ishaan said something
about your hand.
What was that?
One of India's best entry fraggers
not even playing on her own team?
Didn't you wonder why?
One year ago,
my right thumb started acting up.
I was slowly losing control of it.
After consulting many doctors and specialists,
I figured out that I have developed a cyst on my thumb tendon.
Because of all of the relentless gaming.
I got rid of the cyst with a surgery,
but my hands just aren't the same anymore.
Our game is all about reflexes
and anything that throws off our reaction time
even by a tenth of a second,
it can take you from
a great gamer to a basic one.
And the world of E-sports has no space for a basic gamer.
So yeah.
Still hurts?
Yeah, sometimes.
Just watch,
when Mojo Jojo makes a comeback,
people will think their PC hung just by looking at the reaction time.
Jo, my love.
Welcome home.
Come, come.
Hey stop, where do you think you are going?
I think we should...
Tell Major to cook Chilli Cheese Toast for dinner.
Bro, I am telling you, our telepathy is on the next level these days.
I was thinking the same thing!
My pookie, I was thinking we should apologise to sis.
She looked a bit angry, didn't she?
We just walked so much,
now you want to keep going higher?
Alex, you...
didn't need to come here.
I was just about to call you.
Jo.
Yeah, you are right. She looked quite angry.
We should apologise.
Then we can eat Chilli Cheese Toast.
Chilli Cheese Toast, let's go.
What is this? What are you reading?
No plot, cardboard characters, where is my money?
Actually Alex,
I just need a little more time.
I swear, you will have all of your money.
More time?
Okay.
Two days. I want all of my money in two days.
I didn't mean it so literally.
This is the problem with the next generation.
You millennials.
Always thinking negative.
Why do you always see the glass as half-empty?
Think positively.
Look at the glass as half-full.
And you don't have just two days.
You have 48 hours! 48 hours!
If I don't get my money in the next 48 hours,
you will have to drop the gamer from Gamerlog.
Understand?
Have you lost weight? Are you not eating?
Hey, give her some Maggi.
Go ahead.
No. No, thank you.
Two days.
Then I will come back for my money.