Lootcase (लूटकेस)

Never before had anyone felt such ecstasy at a public urinal

as Nandan did that fateful night.

For the last time...

whose bag is this?

A few days ago.

Hey, you!

Hat fellow! Come here.

Yes... you.

What's so funny?

Sir...

Er... you are Don Jameel, aren't you?

Yeah, why?

See? I told you. This is Don Jameel.

Hold on a second.

Did you also own two Mercedes' before this?

And sported a royal moustache?

Yeah... so?

This is you, isn't it?

Yeah... from ten years ago!

Where did you find this?

That's when the can of worms opened.

Had Jameel not died, there'd be no story to tell.

Thus the circle of life keeps the jungle alive.

After a lazy day, this crocodile is ravenously hungry.

Bala, the shooters are unknown hired guns.

But it was Omar's boys that put the contract on Don Jameel.

Bala, let's kill Omar in his own back yard.

Just like every criminal has an animal inside,

every animal has a criminal inside, too. At least, according to Don Bala.

-Rajan. -Yes, boss.

The time has come for you to become a Crocodilus Noctilus.

What?

Observe.

Crocodilus aka Crocodile.

King of the African rivers.

That's you.

-Me? -Yes.

And that...

Aepyceros Melampus... meaning deer.

That's Omar.

Look, how he's sneaking into our territory.

The scoundrel has Legislator Patil for a Godfather.

But, we'll nail him.

The innocent deer just wants to quench his thirst

and is oblivious of the lurking danger.

Even the deer can't escape the cycle of life and death.

That's how Omar's story will end.

Damn right, boss. Perfect time to inaugurate my new gun.

-Graduate... got yourself a new gun? -Yes, boss.

Got yourself a Nat Geo subscription?

Nat Geo?

Evidently not.

Learn from nature.

It's a jungle out there.

And in the jungle we all gotta stay alert!

Bala Rathod! Heard of him?

Think he'll take it lying down?

Jameel wasn't to be killed now. Hadn't I made it clear?

Have you lost your marbles?

Omar, I'm sorry.

"Omar, I'm sorry."

Don Omar and Abdul have a give and take relationship.

Abdul takes a wrong decision and Omar gives it back.

Abdul, you moron, if you weren't my brother-in-law, I'd kill you.

Moron!

What are you doing?

Counting the number of times I called you a moron?

Sister's told me to count up to 10 when I get angry.

Oh, you are angry?

Moron, what am I gonna tell Patil? Elections are around the corner.

Patil sahab, please... But isn't Housing your portfolio?

Word is you've subsidised land deals for your Minister friends in Delhi.

Please explain.

I got two words for you.

Next question.

Meet the super boss, Legislator Patil. The Big Daddy of this world.

Minister Tripathi.

But Daddy has a Daddy too!

Yes, Tripathi-ji. Order, sir.

Some legislators are coming home to explore a new friendship.

Yes.

I need 10 boxes of sweets delivered...

Of course. They'll be there, sir.

Perfect... and the parcel?

Sir, Subhash will personally deliver it in a few days.

Fine.

Sir, the party workers are on steroids...

-Sure, I'll talk to you later. -And... Victory to India, sir.

I think the network's bad.

And far, far away from this network coverage of crime

is our common man, Nandan, clueless about that world.

Aayush, do your homework on time.

Don't you want to be smart like your papa?

Papa, 14 times 3 is?

14 times 3...

Actually, Nandan Kumar is generally clueless.

42, write that down.

I was just going to say that.

We're out of sugar.

And we need an extra gas cylinder.

And next Saturday, you are taking me to the water park too.

We'll go, boss! Finish your homework first.

Wear your shirt, drink your milk, quick!

Water park? My foot.

Just like the 'Snow peak vacation in Shimla'?

At least, don't make false promises to your child.

False promise?

I see, have we ever gone to Shimla?

I wanted to visit a snow peak, not skin snow peas.

Shimla, my foot!

I even knitted a sweater, it's gathering dust.

I told you to start a side business for some extra income.

But, no!

You won't do it, nor will you allow me to do it!

What business?

Didn't Jaya offer a partnership in her pickle business?

It'll cost only 80,000.

She's going to get you in a pickle worth 80,000!

Pickles and pappadums.

Seriously. There's high demand for it. I'll quit my job.

Lata, where's 80,000 going to come from?

Now we are talking.

If you don't give sister Binu money for six months... that's where.

What a miserable life!

Must we drag sister Binu into everything? She's...

-I have to plan everything myself... -Ramlal-ji!

Pack lunch... drop Aayush off.

It's Ramlal-ji. Please come in.

I came to drop off my house keys.

Oh, the keys.

Please come in. Have a cup of tea?

We're out of sugar.

Papa, I know things have been a bit tight of late.

But, that doesn't mean you cancel my water park trip.

Get lost! Get ready for school.

Patil sahab is here.

Up.

-Salaam, Patil sahab. -Omar.

Carry on. I'll finish this meeting.

Patil sahab, an honest mistake... we messed it up with Jameel.

-I had told the boys... -Omar... Omar.

Omar, did I ask?

Jameel was destined to die. Good thing, he died!

Subhash, protein shake.

Wonderful.

Tell me, when did you last go to jail?

Patil sahab?

What happened?

You thought, I was going to send you to jail?

For killing Jameel?

This is my biggest problem.

People always misunderstand me.

I should just keep quiet. No... I'm not going to talk. I...

Please forgive me. I'll take an oath of silence.

-Sorry, Patil sahab. -I'll not utter a word.

Sir, I didn't misunderstand you.

You?

Why would I send you to jail?

Look, if I scratch your back in Jameel's matter, won't you scratch mine?

Won't you?

We must help each other.

Take Tripathi-ji for instance. The Resource Minister.

He wants my help, too. He wants something delivered.

He told me, "Patil, deliver it personally."

You tell me, should I?

Should I?

See that, Subhash?

He'd rather deliver it himself, than put me through the trouble.

Who, me?

What do I have to do?

It's simple.

Subhash will give you a suitcase day after tomorrow.

It's got a 100 million.

All you gotta do is take it safely to Tripathi-ji's personal assistant.

Can you do that?

Of course.

Started?

Yes!

Well done, Nandan, well done!

You're a strong contender for 'The Kirodimal Employee of the Year' award.

Thank you.

Keep up the good work, day and night.

That reminds me, I need you to work the night-shift the next two days.

Be on time. Good boy.

Vasant Seth... what a man!

First, he praises you to the skies then crash lands you into slavery.

Goodnight, in advance.

He wants me to do a double shift on Monday and Tuesday.

Damn, night shifts.

All that ever changes is our shifts, not our destiny.

It's not that we can't make big bucks, like these politicians.

Seriously.

We've got the talent. And needless to say, the nerve, too.

But, what holds us back?

Our values.

These values come in the way.

Who'll break the news to the wife? Vasant Seth?

Noodles.

Fried Rice.

And two Manchow soups split three ways.