Ek Chatur Naar (एक चतुर नार)

Not there…

- Please spare us. - Let go.

Did you think you could deceive the young master?

Mangal!

You have nowhere to run now.

Oh, God. She's a female serpent!

- A shape shifting female serpent. - Yes!

Kill her!

Bite them. Kill them.

Take that! Darn it!

Bite them. Bite them!

Bite that scoundrel.

He's going berserk!

He's scared stiff. Gone!

Sonu, look!

Shruti has turned into a female serpent.

She's going to make them pay.

Mom, I don't like watching this nonsense.

Keep your voice down.

We can get in big trouble if anyone hears us.

They will know we are in here.

How long will we stay cooped up like this?

You don't send me to school.

And I'm supposed to learn my lessons with this broken phone.

Rahul has two phones.

Rahul's dad is a crook.

Do you expect me to steal as well?

Would you like to be called a thief's son?

We're not exactly living it up like a royal family or anything.

I only make 17,000 a month.

Two thousand bucks for online school.

Three hundred bucks to keep this stupid phone chirping.

Thirty bucks a day for the milk

without which you'd be twisting like a snake.

Groceries alone cost 5000 bucks.

Rent, another 4000.

Another 600 for the daily commute.

A gas cylinder costs 1350

on the black market.

Incense sticks and garlands for your dad cost 150 bucks.

On top of that, it's these 650-rupee pills that keep mother-in-law breathing.

Not to forget the booze.

Right. How can I forget?

Listen up, Mamta.

We can be scrimpy about medicines.

But don't cut back on the booze.

This is what keeps me going.

I'm tired of this list.

We're not even allowed to turn on the lights in this house.

If the lights come on, we die.

We're on top of the poverty chain.

It's no secret.

Unbelievable.

They are here.

Even the lock has gathered dust,

but still no sign of that wretched Mamta!

Is she dead like her husband?

No way.

She won't die that easily.

She's a tough nut.

But I'd love to see how she escapes my clutches.

I must've been out of my mind

to lend money to her husband.

Hello, Thakur sir. Good evening.

So, how's it going?

Hello, old monk's old bottle!

You surprise me every time by showing up alive.

There's this guy who always shows up,

then there's that wretch who never shows up.

Thakur sir, she fleeced me as well.

But I pee on her doorstep every night.

You're standing on it right now.

It's a bit wet there. There.

That witch conned me out of 720 rupees.

And never returned it.

What? 720?

You don't have 720 strands of hair on your chest.

Such a load of crap.

Her husband conned Thakur Sir for 20 lakh rupees.

- Is it? - Thirty lakhs with pee.

- With interest. - I mean with interest.

Listen up, all of you!

Mamta, her mother-in-law Radha and her son!

If you spot any of them anywhere, report directly to me!

But if anyone tries to keep this from me,

then you won't have a roof over your head.

Remember that.

Let's go.

Hold on.

We trashed the place the last time we were here.

Check if everything is just as we'd left it.

- Peep inside. - Alright.

The quarter.

The place is still a mess.

There's no one. Let's go.

Wait. Hold on.

There's no one.

Let's go.

- Let's move. - Come on. Let's go.

A clever woman.

A clever woman.

What's taking you so long, Mr. Abhishek?

Mr. Qureshi is supposed to leave for the secretariat in a few minutes.

Right, Mr. Dubey. We'll be there in no time.

Hurry up, Mr. Abhishek.

Of course. We're almost there.

OFFICE

He's on the way, sir.

What's up, Anjali?

What?

Get straight to the point, Anjali.

I got three missed calls from you. Is it something important?

Apparently, your mom's the only topic I've got.

My mother?

I had to fire the maid I hired three days ago.

What do you expect? What do you expect me to do, Abhishek?

Come on, Anjali, you are... Hold on, Anjali.

I am getting a call from the Home Ministry.

MOTHER

Hello, Mom.

Your wife was on the other line, right?

No, Mom.

It was a business call from the Defense Ministry.

Defense?

That wretch is nothing but trouble.

Were you not speaking to her?

She must be resting in her room.

And why do you guys quarrel over every small thing?

You can't be quarreling over a maid.

- One question... - Hold on.

Hello.

You did not just put me on hold to attend your mom's call?

How dare you do that!

I was speaking to my son.

He's my flesh and blood.

Bloody hag won't leave.

I was speaking with him.

He is my son.

I gave birth to him.

Unlike you, who's been trying for the past five years.

Having a child takes collective effort.

There's probably something lacking in your son.

- You dare blame my son! - Yes. It's possible.

What are you two talking about?

What's the hurry?

If it's a child you want, we'll get one.

Is it? "We'll get one."

Your mother is very keen for a grandchild.

Throw one in her face.

How do you manage everything?

One has to learn when stuck in the middle.

Abhishek, please. You must get the job done.

- I can't wait any longer. - You don't start now, please.

Relax.

We're heading for an important meeting.

Working with Mr. Qureshi has always been profitable for us.

You're right.

Oh shit...

Shit!

- Abhishek. Abhishek. Cool down. - It's really a bad day.

Are you blind, sir?

Planning on jumping on my lap?

- Who are you calling blind? - Abhishek!

- You're blind. - Abhishek.

- What did you say? - Don't touch me!

- What did you call me? - Abhishek!

What are you doing, Abhishek? No.

You are running late.

Mr. Qureshi is waiting.

Why don't you take the metro?

It will be faster. I will handle this.

- Are you sure? You'll handle this? - Yes, yes.

I am sparing you because I'm in a hurry.

What's going on here? Move your car.

- Leave. - Where's your license?

- What drama is this? - Sir…

Nothing really.

All of a sudden, he just…

Ms. Mamta. You're in high demand nowadays.

I owe it all to my flawed reputation.

I so want to squeal on you.

But your delicious chicken seals my lips.

I'll get one today as well.

One Hussain Ganj, please.

Here.

Thank you.

- Ma'am. - Mamta.

Did they make you permanent on the job?

Not yet.

Doesn't matter.

I'll put in a word with Sambhu Caterers.

They will pay you 500 bucks plus free food.

- Free food? - Absolutely.

But can you wait tables?

Of course. Just put in a word for me.

What's taking you so long, Mr. Abhishek?

Get here soon. Mr. Qureshi is about to lose his cool.

Don't say that, Mr. Dubey.

Just handle the situation.

I am almost there.