House Arrest

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL FILM

INDIA STORIES STORIES THAT HUMANISE LIFE

Hello, Delhi!

It's eight o'clock on Monday and we're all off to work.

The traffic is terrible.

But of course, darling, this is NCR's Delhi.

If you're stuck in your car making lists

of the battles you're fighting this week

with your rivals, colleagues and clients,

there must be a little thought,

in some corner of your mind,

wondering why Sunday ended at all.

Man, why did I leave the house at all?

I could be curled up in bed, doing nothing.

After all, there's no place like home.

What are you waiting for? Get started.

Day 279.

Thank you.

Eight o'clock tomorrow.

-Hey, handsome. -JD.

Guess where I am.

You got some girl wasted last night

and took her home.

Firstly, she invited me to her house.

Secondly, she wasn't drunk.

What do you think I am?

Where do I start?

I don't need to force girls to sleep with me, got it?

You know you're headed for trouble, don't you?

I will see all your scandals in the media one day.

Screenshots, photos...

What will you see, bro? You're a traitor to millennials.

You never reply to my messages.

Your dumbass rule...

"Take all bloody phone calls."

Get out of the 1800s, move on.

The day I break my rules,

you will be the first one whose calls I will reject.

Until then, listen to me.

An amazing idea came to me last night

and it's still stuck in my head.

-You and I, partners. Okay? -No.

Dude...

-No. -Love of my life, get serious.

How long will this crazy house arrest last?

You've been locked inside the house for six months now.

Come on. Get out today.

Let's meet for lunch.

I'll explain the idea.

-No. -Bro, dude, this is not...

This is not normal, okay?

You have a mental problem.

I agree what happened was not--

JD! JD. I don't want to leave the house.

That's it. We've been over this.

The Karan I knew from class four was a happy super-achiever

who could not be...

made to go home.

And now you've locked yourself up at home for six months,

-rotting away like an idiot. -Don't you get tired of talking?

Guys usually sleep after having sex. Sleep.

Bye. Deepa...

Karan, baby, I know you are in there. Open up.

Come on.

-Pinky, hi. -Hi, darling!

-Listen, Karan. You're my friend, right? -Yes, sure.

Exactly. That's what I told Daddy.

"Dad, don't worry, dude. Karan upstairs... he's really sweet.

Forget him trying to touch me,

he doesn't even look at me like that.

Yes, maybe he's gay." You know, it's not easy to guess these days, right?

You told your father that?

Yeah. And you know what Daddy said?

Daddy said, "Listen, dear Pinky."

He calls me "dear."

So sweet, no?

Yes, very.

So Daddy said, "Dear Pinky, I know, these boys are all the same -

you ask them for help, and they want something in return."

So, I said, "Oh, God, Daddy, please... It's not like that, okay?"

I didn't tell Daddy that girls also want the same thing.

So, what's the problem, right?

Good, you didn't tell him, but--

I also told him, "Listen, Daddy,

don't talk too much while sitting in Dubai, okay?

You don't know Karan.

He is really, really sweet and he will understand."

What will he understand?

Okay, listen, darling.

Remember I told you that Dad is a big businessman?

Don. He is actually a very big don.

Oh, I told you.

But he is a big sweetheart.

-He's damn sweet. -Very good for him, but...

What do you want, Pinky?

There's a package. I will leave it at your house, okay?

You're always at home.

You never step out and neither does anyone come here.

So... Sit.

Package?

Yeah. I have to attend a wedding today,

so my cousins will come home to get ready.

So I can't keep it at home.

If anyone sees, it will spoil the surprise.

So, you keep it, okay? Thank you.

No...

I don't know, Pinky.

I'm prepared to give you anything. Money?

-No. -Okay.

-No... What are you doing? -Sex?

-No, no. -I'm very good. It's your lucky day.

-It's not my day. -Rambo!

I didn't introduce you to Rambo.

He's my bodyguard.

Dad has asked him not to leave me alone with any guy,

so, Rambo will be here.

Rambo baby, face that way, please. Turn.

Perfect.

-Let's go. -What are you doing?

I will keep the package.

I'll keep it.

Please...

Are you turning me down?

No.

I don't know Rambo well enough.

You're so weird, baby.

You are not normal. You know that, right?

Anyway, thank you so much. Bye, okay?

Rambo. Baby, come, let's go.

I can draw eyes on you.

I am not normal.

And if I am normal...

He's the abnormal one.

Hey, handsome.

What's up?

I'm wondering why I ever thought I could find peace at home.

Yeah, so listen...

-No. -Because I'm going to enrich your life.

There's a journalist...

A mutual friend was telling her about you,

that you don't step out of the house.

When he said that you haven't stepped out in six months, she was amazed.

Of course, I did add that you're a bit psycho,

that you talk to yourself and dance around naked.

Thanks, JD.

Now, she is really interested in meeting you.

She was chatting away...

about this being a new trend -

urban isolation.

Your favorite theme - solitude.

There's a name for it in Japan...

The "Hakuna Matata" type.

-No. -Fuck!

JD.

She really wants to meet you.

And because I'm your best friend, what did I do?

-JD, you didn't give her my number... -Your address, too. Meet her, man.

You won't let me in - that's fine.

-But meet this girl. -No.

-No... -Her name is Saira.

-JD. -She'll call you.

-I don't want to meet her. -Shut up.

Why is delivering a beautiful girl to your home a problem?

Because I'm not interested. Say no, buddy.

Boss, I shouldn't be telling you this,

but if she doesn't get this story, she'll lose her job.

-I don't care. -Her blood is on your hands.

I don't... I don't want to. Bye.

You motherfucker...

Hello, sir. Your supplies...

Shall I cook for you?

No, I'll cook myself.

-Mashed eggplant maybe? -No, I've got eggs and bread.

Sir, shall I clean the house?

No, that's not necessary.

-Thank you. -Okay, sir.

Hi, is that Karan?

That depends...

Hi, this is Saira. I got your number from JD.

-Jamshed Daneja? -Oh...

Boss, let me make one thing very clear.

I'm not a hermit or a samurai.

No. Of course.

Well, I heard you watched your car get stolen,

yet you didn't step out of the house.

I called the police, okay? I'm not crazy.

That's not what I'm implying.

I'm actually researching the Japanese concept, Hikikomori,

to see if it's happening in India.

"Hikiki" what?

Hikikomori.

Millions of Japanese people - usually boys, usually young -

shut themselves up in their rooms.

You know, just shut-ins, rejecting society.

They are busy with their gadgets, you know, just online.

Zero physical social contact.

You've been doing something similar for six months, right?

So, let's meet.

Yes... No. Look, I don't want to be in the papers or on TV, please.

No, relax. I don't work in TV or for a newspaper.