Vodka Diaries

Yes, sir? - ACP Ashwini Dixit.

Ashwini. - (Pistol cocking)

"Where there is love everywhere.." - Not there.

Why are you reading poetry all the time?

You are ACP Ashwini Dixit's wife. You should read crime novels.

Please don't try to mix crime with my poetry.

Ma'am, crime could be poetic as well.

And for god's sake don't compare crime with poetry.

Why not? Don't you say, 'Breath has stopped.'

We say it is a murder. Simple.

The problem is, in poetry..

..people take and give away hearts. I don't know how.

Let someone give away a heart. The person would be dead. - (Laughs)

Finish. Homicide.

Everything's illogical there and then they praise the poem.

You will never understand art.

For you, it's guns, crime, murder. That's your thing.

Crime is also an art. - Really? (Chuckles)

Teasing you is also an art. I know that well.

True.

By god, you get beautifully angry.

You want to hit me?

Do that. Section 307.

What's that? - Attempt to murder. - I should try that.

Okay. Read me a poem, please.

You have ruined my mood. Definitely not.

Very well.

I am in the mood. I'll read it myself.

Is this a new poem? Very good.

'How do I believe, oh tears, that you have seen my beloved arrive?'

'How do I believe, oh tears, that you have seen my beloved arrive?'

'The crow is quiet. The peacock does not dance.'

'Koel doesn't sing. Nor did the buds bloom.'

Great! Well written, Shikha.

Wonderful. How can I make you happy?

There is no eyewitness.

If I read the poem, it would be a post mortem.

'Matters of the heart remain in the heart..'

'..hidden due to stubbornness.'

'I would like to hear you speak.'

'He likes his eyes to do the talking.'

Three times, right?

'What is love? What is love?'

'What is love?'

'Fire in the breaths.'

'Pining in the eyes.'

'Restless souls.'

'Beating hearts.'

The same dream again?

Yes. It doesn't let me be.

Won't you take the call?

It must be Ankit at the reception.

Right on time.

One more time. More angrily.

Right on time! Go get it!

Sir, how were the holidays?

I hope you had fun, sir.

Policemen and fun?

Beer, vodka, and all.

And Kishore's..

Sir, you look at her with so much love.

Do you have a problem? - Your love scares me, not your anger.

Think about me then.

It feels nice to see you relaxed.

I am thinking of making plans for the weekend.

Plans? Will you get the leave?

I won't, sir.

These media guys make us work harder.

They reach everywhere before us.

They are raking up the writer's case too much.

Sir, you were right.

The fingerprints match with those of the suspect's.

Tell me something. - Yes, sir?

Can a writer commit a murder during his book launch?

I am not convinced.

Sir, negative publicity.

Negative publicity is fine, but why are you discussing work?

We are holidaying.

Well, several poems must have been written during these holidays.

Yes. - Read a poem then.

Shall I? - Yes. - Okay.

'These come down from the sky to the valleys.'

'These spread a white cover over the mountains.'

'That is I.'

'The one who plays on the leaves of lush green trees.'

'The one who becomes dew and tolerates every season.'

'That is I.'

Okay, sir. - Okay. - Good bye.

What's wrong?

No.

I don't want to enter this house. - Why not?

Because you change completely here. This is a different world.

Your cases, files and cases leave no place for me.

'This face of the house and your case..'

Madam, listen to the rest of the poem.

Yes, Ankit. Tell me.

Really? I see.

I'm on my way. No. I'm will be there. Okay.

Shikha, where are you? - Changing.

I'll be right back. - No.

Not there. I'm going out.

You just arrived. Why are you going back?

It's important. I'll be back in half an hour.

Wait. I'm coming. Wait. - Okay.

Tell the officer the truth. Got that? - Yes, sir.

Sir. Sorry, sir. I had to call you immediately.

Come on. Shikha will scold you. - I will bear it, sir.

Who is the witness? These people?

Sir, they were the first to see the dead body.

Tell the officer what you saw!

Sir, I had rang Ms. Meghna's bell at around 4 o'clock.

What is it? - Nobody's opening the door.

I have been ringing since long.

Wait a while. She'll open.

I've been waiting since long. The door is also open.

Really?

Meghna?

Sir, the hair is conditioned.

I mean bad condition, sir.

Sir, who can think of killing her?

The murderer would die upon seeing her.

Why? - She is so beautiful.

Oh, I see.

You should also be a writer. Quit being a policeman.

No, sir. I like to be a cop.

I earn more than a writer.

Really? Have you tried it?

Sir, I'll check the other rooms. - Okay. - Very important.

Check properly.

'Park your demons in the dark.'

Take these files in custody. - Okay, sir.

Did you open the door? - No, sir.

It was like this. - Yes, sir.

Sir, we have investigated the flat. Just the post mortem..

Sir, this is the night club.

Remember you had gone there last year with a warrant.

Find out with whom she was supposed to go. These are VIP passes.

Perhaps she was going alone.

Yes, not everyone is virtuous like you.

Vodka Diaries. Fingerprints.

Hi. - Hi.

Room is available? - Yes..

Submit copies of your PAN card, Aadhar card and ration card.

And submit four passport sized photographs at the reception.

And then.. - Excuse me. - Excuse me.

I need a room, not a Visa to London.

Exactly.

I told you it works.

The manager is too good.

What? - Sense of humor. (Laughs)

Actually, I was teaching my staff how to receive the guests.

How to be friendly with them. (Laughs)

Are you done? Now tell me.

No, you tell me. What will you have?

Tea, coffee, cold drinks. What will you have?

A room.

Sense of humor. (Laughs)

The manager is too good.

Give me the key.

Welcome! Come in.

Not bad. Nice room.

I told you I will give you the best room.

By the way, I have designed it myself.

Really? - Yes. - You are a good designer.

Yes, nice arrangement.

You know what, Ronnie. You sleep there and I will sleep here.

Mind the duck please. - Okay.

We will mind the duck.

But do you have anything to get on a high?

Tell me.

I think you will make all other arrangements.

I'll take your leave. Have a nice day. - Thank you.

Thank you.

So, what's next?

Shall we ruin the duck?

First a hot shower? - Hot shower? Nice idea.

Easy, Ronnie. Just me.

Is that so?

Oh! I'm so sorry.

No. It's okay. - I forgot to tell you something.

Is the duck all right? - Yes.

It's our club's anniversary night.

I would like both of you to join us. Here are the passes.

Please do not miss this night.

And believe me, you will drop your plans to get high.

Thank you.

What if your mom finds out?

My mom is a sweetheart. She doesn't mind boyfriends.

But all this is too much for her.

You know, Kavya. I still don't believe..

..that finally this is happening.