Hi.
-All okay? -No, actually my car broke down.
I don't know what happened. I just got it serviced.
I don't even have signal here
Just a little ahead there is a mechanic shop, I'll...
No, I already have called for a tow truck.
I am actually getting very late for a school reunion.
It started hours ago.
Reunion. Right.
If you want I could drop...
-Is that ok with you? That's fine with me. -If you are...
-Sure. -Yeah? Okay. One second
Bag.
Thanks.
-By the way, I am Nandita. -Sumit.
Pleasure's all mine.
Reaching late to a reunion is like...
Being straight in a gay club.
-And it's just not done! -It's just not done!
I have never seen you here before.
You are not from around here, right?
Yes and no.
Actually, my family is from Nainital
and I completed my studies here.
You know St. Martin's Boarding School, right?
Of course. But isn't that an all-boys boarding school?
Wow!
Getting straight to childhood trauma.
Usually, that's my third date conversation, but okay.
Do you want?
Oh. No, I don't smoke.
It kills you. I'll appreciate it
if you don't smoke in this car either.
Okay.
So, what is your story?
My father was the principal of that school
and I was the only girl in that school.
But free tuition.
I have a feeling that this reunion is going to be very interesting.
You are telling me?
I have spent more time in therapy than in high school.
I know it might seem funny but growing up wasn't easy.
I can imagine.
And what about friends? Do you have any friends there?
I mean, I am sure all the boys must have...
Yeah, but not in a good way. They used to harass me.
They would climb the walls of the house
and all these years I thought the house was haunted.
In fact, I still feel the same.
What? Do you believe in all these things?
Dad would always say that it's nothing.
Everyone is afraid of the dark
because you can't see anything. And what you can't see...
You can't believe.
Yeah.
There's an old tale
about the spirit of a young girl,
a wandering soul.
That one with the reverse feet?
I have heard it.
Reverse feet creature is a witch, not a spirit.
Wow. You have quite a knowledge about these things.
Have you never had such an experience?
No.
And I don't believe in these things either.
I have heard a lot of stories, but...
What kind of stories?
Well, my family owns a resort just a few miles ahead,
Narula's Inn. They say it's haunted.
Cottage No. 3?
No way!
-Even I have heard it. -It is nonsense.
Nothing of this sort happened.
People just believe anything when it comes to spirits and ghosts.
Sometimes there is truth in stories too.
And sometimes we consider stories as our reality.
You know, a girl met with an accident on this road.
She hitchhiked with a stranger
and he killed her.
So, now every Friday,
she hitchhikes with someone.
She causes an accident...
to exact revenge.
You often hear such stories in the mountains.
It does not mean that all of them are true.
A girl was murdered and you don't give a shit!
Whoa, relax.
No one was murdered.
How do you know? How do you know, Sumit?
Do you know her name?
Do you know that her family is waiting for her?
Did you go to the police?
I think we've stretched it too far.
No, let's go to the police station, right now.
Stop it, Nandita! It's not funny! What are you doing?
My God!
What's wrong with you, man?
We just need to save her, Sumit. She wants to go home.
We just need to save her, Sumit! She wants to go home!
-Nandita, it's not funny. -We just need to save her, Sumit.
She wants to go home.
We need to help her, Sumit! She just needs to go home!
-Hey, you are freaking me out. -We need to help her, Sumit!
She just needs to go home!
We need to help her, Sumit! She just needs...
Nandita! Nandita!
Nandita, cut... Cut it out!
Nandita, it's not funny, okay?
Nandita.
-Nandita. -We need to help her, Sumit,
otherwise she will kill you.
St... Stop.
Stop!
Fucking bitch!
Stop.
Fuck!
Chetta.
Do you want tea? Tea or coffee?
-I don't want anything. -There's bread-omelette and Maggie, too.
-Chetta, phone. I need a phone. -Phone?
Chetta, there's an emergency. I need a phone. Phone. Thank you.
Chetta, couldn't you get an even smaller phone?
-I only have this small one. -It's okay.
It was stolen, Harsh. Which other car do I have?
The bloody Vauxhall, Harsh.
No way, man!
Where did it go ?
Harsh, if I knew, why would I call you, man?
Fuck, bro!
Does your dad know?
He's already kicked you out of his heart,
now he'll kick you out of his will too. You are screwed!
Harsh.
I swear, no time for jokes, man.
The car has been stolen.
Okay, okay, sorry, sorry. Relax.
Do you have your phone with you?
Seriously, Harsh? Really?
Right. Right. Okay.
So, we can track the IMEI to the car.
Ask your assistant to get the phone box. IMEI is written on its back.
What is his name?
Anmol.
Tell me, sir.
What scandal did you do this time, Sumit Sir?
She took away your car?
Who? How?
Okay. Don't worry. Don't worry.
Grey pants.
Oh, man.
Sir. Yeah, I got it.
Ten minutes.
Yes.
Sumit sir has called me.
What's the emergency?
What scandal were you talking about just now?
-Is anything wrong with the car? -I just don't have time.
The car is safe, right?
Sir. I think there's some problem.
Yes, Danny.
Actually, I've found a better buyer.
He is ready to pay more for the car, but the deal has not closed yet.
-Why? -The party is a little dangerous,
so the negotiations are taking a little time.
We have to be careful.
-What should I do now? -Just lay low.
Where should I go?
Just lay low for the night.
How the fuck do I lay low? It's a vintage car.
-Deal has not closed yet. -Danny?
Danny?
I am looking at it.
Now it is in Chitrapuram
but who is this girl?
For the last time, Anmol.
My phone is in the car. We will track it by the IMEI number.
We will find the phone and the car too.
Understood?
-Yes. -Come on.
Sir, one question.
I can understand that the car can get stolen while it's parked,
but you were in the car.
-We cannot call it stolen, right? -You just ride the bike, man.
Sir, is the location right?
-Straight ahead. -Here?
How will it be here, sir?
Oh God.
-Have you ever been here before? -No, sir.
But how could the car be here, sir?
In this? No idea.
Where the fuck are we, man?
-Sir, can I say something? -Yeah.
Should we return? Full tension.
No, no. No car then full tension.
Right now, no tension.
Correct.
-So, no tension. -No tension.
It's in there.
Sir.
-Call on it. -Right.
-It's ringing. -Yes.
Yes.
Did you find it?
There.
Go ahead.
Don't you find all this weird?
What, sir?
This cottage, in the middle of nowhere.
This stuff.
There's no one here and my phone...
Sir, she must have figured out that we would track the phone.
So, she must have thrown it away.
Some villager must have picked it up.
Car...
But this means,
she must have headed towards Chitrapuram.
This route leads just there.
So, should we now search the whole Chitrapuram?
I am sure she must have hidden the car in some garage. What should we do?
We will have to ask around, sir.
Chitrapuram, now.
Now? Sir.
Who do we know in Chitrapuram?
We will find someone, sir. No tension. No tension.
Come on now.
Sir, I remembered.
-What? -I have an uncle.
He was Mr. Chitrapuram, three times consecutively.
And how will that help us, man?
Mr. Sukhwinder.
Speak.
The car is in Chitrapuram.
And?
There've been two casualties so far.
So two people lost their lives for no reason, huh? Bravo!
You mind your own business, sir.
Fucking bastard.
Hi, ma'am. Good evening.
How may I help you?
For now, with a clean and comfortable room.
Thank you.
Is there a good bar nearby?
Is the police looking for you?
What?
There's a warrant issued for you.
The thing is that it is against the law to be so beautiful.
Are you always such a sweet talker?
Yeah, I mean...
-Because I'm diabetic. -What?
Sexy and funny.
Nice.
Prakash.
Bahar.
That is why I'm getting a feeling from inside.
What brings you here?
Looking for some adventure.
Here I am.
So easy?
I am easy, not sleazy.
The problem is...
you are too cheesy.
Can I buy you a drink?
Maybe in another lifetime.
I will survive till then.
Are the police looking for you too?
I like women.
I'm a lesbian.
What a coincidence. I am a lesbian too.
-Speak. -I have found the car.
I will soon find the one who stole it.
Now, I have to just dispose of that person and pick up the stuff from the car.
Is this seat taken?
Cigarette?
We will leave for Chitrapuram in some time.
And if that rascal Jeetu told Dad something...
-We should at least have the car, right? -I don't know, sir.
Fuck!
-Fuck! -Go quickly.
Yeah.
You bring the car outside.
Tomorrow morning.
Is this our new blend?
Yes, sir.
Is it not good?
It's excellent.
Please sign it, sir.
Sit.
Mr. Surya called.
One of their inventory lists needed to be tallied,
which was not done properly.
And there was a signature missing on it too.
Not one, two, sir. Two signatures are missing.
You literally had one job, son.
You can't even do that?
And you think I would leave all this behind for you.
Sor... Sorry.
Well, you will have to go back.
Get your car.
C...
Ca...
The car is not here.
Where is it?
What... Dad?
Where is the Vauxhall, Sumit?
It is with my girlfriend.
You took one of your fucking hookers in your mother's car?
Don't...
Please, Dad, don't say that.
She is my girlfriend.
There was an emergency...
Dad.
A family emergency.
Nonsense.
Family emergency?
You gave a priceless car...
to a girl...
and that too for a family emergency.
Dad, she is a mecha... mecha... mecha...
mechanical engineer.
She knows her stuff.
She'll... She'll get it back tomorrow morning.
There is a new management company
who is interested in taking over our hotel.
They are interested in the property and I've said
that I need some more time to think over it
because it is a family matter after all.
Tomorrow morning...
bring the car and your girlfriend.
Let me also meet...
your girlfriend.
Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
-Good morning, officer. -Good morning.
License, please.
Here.
Is this your license?
Yes.
And the vehicle registration, please.
This is a vintage car, right? It is very expensive.
I keep it at home in the locker.
The car is also very expensive.
Has it ever gone to a police station?
Why go there, officer? I will settle the things here.
Let's go to the station.
You get the best view of Munnar from there.
Have some tea, madam.
How did you get here? Did you drive?
Ramesh, take her phone.
The whole of Munnar has been alerted about this car.
Do you even know whose car it is?
It is my fiance's.
Fiance's?
Who is this fiance?
I am not lying, I am telling the truth.
That is my fiance's car.
-He must just be... -About to arrive.
Baby.
How can you get mad about such trivial things?
You know, I was so scared.
-Hello, Ajmal Uncle. -Hello.
Harsh called you...
Sumit, since when have you been...
with her?
Shh, uncle. It's a secret.
It has been just a few weeks.
Please don't tell my Dad.
We were supposed to surprise him, last night, in fact.
But then...
I said girls can't drive manual cars.
Then...
She took out the anger of all womanhood on me.
She abandoned me in the middle of the road.
Okay.
-But Harsh was saying something else... -Uncle, forget about Harsh.
You know him. Such a clown.
You just don't tell Dad about this, please.
Okay.
Shall we leave, Baby?
Thank you, uncle.
Always a saviour.
Let's go.
-Say, thank you. -Thank you.
See you, uncle.
Leave my hand. You are hurting me, Baby.
Sadly I cannot trust you.
Baby.
The game you are playing
will end badly for you. Baby.
Yeah.
Thank you, uncle.
See you.
Smile.
Should we activate Cottage no. 3?
Not yet, otherwise, Narula will get suspicious.
I will manage it.
And what about the stuff?
The stuff will also arrive.
The car is heading towards Narula's property.
It can be unlocked only from the outside.
One of the great advantages of a vintage, you know.
I have a job for you.
I don't work for you.
Right. So should I drop you somewhere?
How about the police station?
I am sure, Ajmal Uncle's tea must not have gotten cold yet.
What's the job?