What is this thing?
It's called Lunar Breccia.
-What? -It's a rock from the moon.
"Masala (Spice)"
'Been running around for my piece of the moon.'
'Finally some resting time.'
Come out.
It's muck.
Come out, princess. My mother is still stuck in there.
Mom.
This is important.
Come on, mother.
-I said it's important. -Come out first.
You can get that later.
This is why it's said don't drink and drive.
Come here.
It's muck.
I must wash my feet.
What the fuck was that?
Power of observation and calculation.
Six months ago, this rock fell from the moon.
I mean got separated.
And I calculated exactly where it's going to fall.
What are we going to do with it?
Make rings out of it.
Papa, anything can't be man-made,
automatically becomes priceless.
Like gold.
How precious is it?
A similar moon block was auctioned on the black market a few years ago.
America found one during the Apollo mission.
100 grams was sold for five million.
What do you think this block weighs?
At least 50 kilos.
It's priceless, father. Priceless!
Five million dollars or rupees.
Enough to buy 10 cities, father.
I don't believe you, son.
And you thought I was crazy.
This was my prediction.
I found the moon rock.
No wonder your mother called you her moon.
Fuck.
You shut everyone up.
I will drag that Tomar out of Rampur.
While lying in the hospital,
I thought it was all over.
Everyone knows their part?
Yes.
Shall we begin?
Yes.
The rock's still sizzling.
This moon rock journeyed 384,400 kilometres.
Battling through atmosphere,
it fell at a speed of 87,000 kilometres/sec.
Liquid nitrogen. To cool it down.
Finding a rock like this is like hitting the jackpot.
There are several people around the world
whose job is to look for them.
They are called meteor hunters.
How do you know?
If spend more time reading and less fighting,
then you would know too.
Well, the boy's come up with a brilliant idea.
Perfect.
Space blanket.
Fantastic idea.
No one will suspect it's hidden in a milk tanker.
They can't keep it for too long.
They must plan to sell it soon.
Mom, old memories?
-What? -If you get more action and read fewer books,
you'll know what it means.
Sarcasm?
Learnt it from you.
Mom.
What are you doing?
Tarik.
Phone.
You guys leave. I'll handle this.
Take care of them.
You'll get us killed, mom.
You said no violence, dad.
By take care I meant, pay them off.
Run, run...
Couldn't you have put your phone on silent?
Were you on a picnic?
Your mother is with you, not mine.
She must be worried about me.
Hey, shut up both of you. Come.
Princess, this is no time for mud therapy.
Hurry up. Someone might see us.
I hurt my leg.
Get up.
Can I fix it?
No.
Look, someone is coming.
Does it still pain?
I will handle it.
-Stop. Stop. -It's a daily affair.
It's a routine check. Don't talk too much.
Couldn't you take a different route?
I'll handle him. Don't worry.
Come out.
Come on, get out.
You too.
Hello, sir.
How are you?
Didn't you recognise me?
-The groom. -Pammi.
-Pammi, right. -Yes sir.
So you are posted here now?
-Yes. -Good...
Whose car is this?
Remember my commode business.
-It's blooming. -I see.
-I picked this one up second-hand. -Where to at this late hour?
I started a new business of undergarments.
And he's my model for posing.
I need someone to pose for me.
Your businesses are too confusing for me.
You know what, let's go inside.
We'll see him do the ramp walk.
Why inside?
Why inside? Do you have any reason?
It will be fun inside.
Who are you?
Me. I am an advocate.
Lawyer. Why are you troubling people?
-What is your name? -I am pretty popular.
You can ask anyone in town.
I have a sound reputation as a lawyer.
What is this famous lawyer doing with you?
There are contracts to be signed.
And I am illiterate. So I am taking him along.
I don't understand this trio of yours.
Did you find anything?
Just an old commode. That's all.
Commodes are my business.
What else will you find?
Take him in. Come on.
Sir.
If I may have a word?
I understand what's going on?
They are good people. Clean papers. Car's good.
Sir, allow me to help you.
Please, allow me.
I insist.
Thousand?
Two thousand?
Four?
You're a tough nut to crack.
Five...
Where do you think you are going?
I am just closing the door.
I want to leave you two here.
Hello, Precious.
-Tarik. -Yes.
-What's going on? -I'll update you later.
-I want to know right now. -Later. I love you.
Let's go. Let's go.
This way.
You will get us killed.
-Tarik... -Careful.
Mom. Let's go...
Is your leg okay?
-Huh? -Leg...
Yes, my leg is fine.
Get down.
If your leg is fine, why are you using me as a crutch?
What happened?
Hi, baby.
Straw-baby.
What?
Wow. Great news.
Your daughter-in-law.
Baby, I will call you back.
I'll call you back. Bye.
Papa, the moon rock got sold on an online auction.
-What? -Online, papa.
Russians, Chinese, Americans, and Arabs placed a bid,
and the Arabs won.
Who are these assholes,
willing to pay so much money without seeing the goods?
They bid 500 million dollars, papa.
Once they check the moon rock,
they will transfer the money to the escrow account.
I don't understand any of it.
An escrow account is a temporary account,
where our money stays safe until its transferred to our account.
Where will we keep this until then?
I know a place.
We lost the commode.
What are we going to split now?
Your stupidity?
Listen, princess, this idiot saved your life.
You saved my life.
-Who else? -Five shares.
Four?
I saved your lives.
Mom, we're discussing our share, and you are butting in.
Show some respect.
-I won't tolerate any disrespect to her. -She is my mother.
So what? She is a mother, after all.
Imagine... so the police slap for no reason these days.
Be quiet. Or he'll slap again.
Inspector Ramesh. This is unfair.
You see... I can make it worse for you.
It's a simple case.
Bribing an on-duty police officer.
Rot in there.
Sir, even I know the law.
You must present us before the magistrate before taking action.
We'll take you to the magistrate and also get a warrant.
But you see, today is a Saturday, and tomorrow is a Sunday.
The court reopens on Monday.
Meaning two days later.
If you call me again,
I'll come in there and play with you and your two lackeys.
Break the stick.
So sit tight.
Be quiet.
I told you.
We are screwed.
Selling undergarments, you ass.
Tarik would have handled this.
Tarik is dead.
Rampur.
It's a cycle, not a bus.
Wait a second.
Mom.
She is responsible for this mess.
Mom.
Who is this girl?
Not a girl, but she is a witch.
Leave it, mom.
I mean, what is all this about?
-We've been running for so long. -I am telling you.
-It's Chandani. And Frenchie and I-- -Frenchie?
-The guy who put us in the coffin. -Yes.
We are competing over her.
Competing?
-It's a competition. -This is war, mom.
Whoever gets the biggest loot, wins Chandni.
Wins Chandni?
Did anyone ask for her opinion?
-Chandani's? -Yes.
This was her idea.
She created this competition.
Good God. What age are we living in?
We are living in the modern age.
And one has to fight for their right at this age.
Right? Really?
I meant--
Leave it. You won't understand.
You've never been in love.
-What? -Yes.
I would rather not fall in love than fall for someone like you.
What do you mean?
I am first in the queue of people who desire Chandni.
What good is that?
Don't be so cruel to me, mom.
So a girl who decides her love based on stolen goods,
you are proud to be her first choice.
Good God. God help these people.
I get it.
You feel jealous because no one's given you any importance before.
Mom?
-Rampur. -Rampur.
-Stop... -Let's go.
Come...
How are you, Chandni?
You never addressed me by my name before.
What is the occasion?
The other day when you came home,
the situation was too tense,
I forgot to ask you where do you get the courage from?
Is that why you called?
No. To ask if you know what you are doing.
Know who you are toying with.
My God. It can be very, very dangerous.
What do you want?
My son gets bored too soon.
Doesn't matter how much he likes something,
but soon it's lying on the side.
And we cannot sell you for scrap either.
We must do something drastic.
Just like we did with Tarik.
Ohh, Tarik?
What did you do with Tarik?
Stop thinking about others.
Think about yourself, dear.
How can I, aunty?
No one lasts too long.
People call but then they disappear.
I laid down the condition.
Everything is playing their game.
I've an idea.
Let's decide this later.
Let your son come to me first.
And listen, aunty.
You should worry about yourself, not me.
You are growing old, aren't you?
Goodnight.
Okay, later then.
Listen.
I don't have permission to talk.
But do you have permission to shop for your kids?
Check the drawer. My wallet must be in there.
Check.
For you.
Just one phone call.
-I'll keep all of it. -You can.
But if my mom shows up, you can even get double.
-One call. -One tea and a cigarette!
Thank you.
-Mom. -Hello, Maddy. Where are you?
You went after the commode, didn't you?
I need your help, mom.
What is it, Shashank?
The thief in uniform.
We steal in the dark, and they do it in daylight.
May I come in?
I've been promoted.
ACP.
In Bareilly.
Are you here to celebrate?
I was going to Delhi.
To tell my wife.
And thought, how can I leave Rampur without telling you.
You are married, aren't you?
Why can't you let go?
I got promoted because of you.
So I have a gift for you.
What?
Ask politely.
-What did you get me, ACP Shashank? -Good God.
This is what I was waiting for.
Look.
Can you see the apple?
Aim for it.
Hold this.
Careful. Close one eye.
Focus on the apple.
Hold.
You think it's funny.
Not my cup of tea.
You can do it.
Aim again.
Aim.
And press the trigger.
One, two--
Pathetic shot.
If you choose to be Mrs. ACP,
you would never miss.
Shoot.
-Shoot. -Come back to me.
Are you listening?
I am.
Not only the honorarium I will give you everything.
-Anything you want. -Shoot.
From Delhi to Lucknow,
there isn't a police officer as sly as your Shashank.
Do you know what they call me on the force?
What?
CCTV. CCTV.
Bravo.
Shoot.
Wow... man.
This CCTV can catch the best thief.
Cops are the biggest thieves, my love.
Why do all the hard work?
Let the thief do the hard work,
and we steal from them.
Now that's a heart stealer.
Come on, focus.
Aim.
Come on, Chandni.
Focus.
Bravo. That's more like it.
Thank you.
'When there are too many players in a game,'
'only the one with his eyes on every move will be the winner.'
"Masala (Spice)"