Bestseller (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - How to write a bestseller - full transcript
Tahir has lost everything family, fame, credibility, contract. A stamped plagiarist shamed by the world. In his shattered state Adya kidnaps him to lead him into the climax. Can Lokesh stop her?
Some stories are written backwards,
starting with the end.
The "what" and "how" is unknown.
But the end of the story is known.
How the final chapter
is going to shape up?
Sister, when will
we immerse the ashes?
No, not yet.
So, when?
Not until we make Tahir Wazir
pay for what he did to us.
How are we going to do it?
I'm 14 and you are 18.
We are small.
We won't remain kids forever.
We'll grow up someday.
That's when.
What have I done?
You guys are treating me like a criminal.
I just wrote a book!
Just!
Just!
They were both kids.
You are responsible for their deeds.
Imagine their pain and anger.
In their plan, Meetu Mathur
staged an attack on herself.
A brother brutally assaulted
his own sister.
It was all a part of the plan.
Gogu, fucking hit me!
And you say that
you "just" wrote the book!
Whose side are you on?
You have always doubted our capability.
But don't worry, I will catch them.
But bear in mind that they will be
punished only for their wrongdoing.
Ranawat!
I'm sorry, Ranade.
Put out an APB.
Yes, sir.
Idiot!
Sir, you seem rather
impressed with those two.
It pains me.
Everything those kids went through,
and whatever they decided to do later,
for whatever reason…
It was all was wrong.
But I understand
where they are coming from.
I can feel everything.
This uniform has
put restrictions on me.
Otherwise, I would have
been on the other side.
What do you mean?
I mean…
right now, the entire department
would have been after me.
Saurabh Mehta.
The king of pharma companies.
He was flourishing
in every possible industry.
Finance, real estate, film, drugs.
Everything.
It took me three years
to tighten my grip on him.
When that Tahir Wazir
asks me whose side I'm on…
it makes my blood boil.
Final rites…
memorial service…
it's all over.
It's been six years.
Six years.
I've been grieving the loss
of my family all these years.
I'm not scared.
Very soon…
I won't have to
follow the rules of uniform.
Oh, well…
enough of emotions.
It's time for action.
Sign here, under the cross line.
- What is this?
- Your contract.
Didn't we renew it last month?
This is not renewal, but termination.
What?
Why?
I put up with your nonsense
for all these years.
Your ego, your tantrums, your temper.
And why?
Because I thought you had some talent.
After all, you wrote an original book
like Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi.
But do you know what?
You are bad for my profession.
You are bad for my publishing house.
And you are really bad for me.
So, I think this is the best way out.
You could've stopped all this.
Me? How?
Ravindra Jaisingh had returned
the check and the letter…
and you didn't even tell me!
We could've handled this.
Right, and who had said,
"I don't want to deal with hate mail,
I don't want to deal with fan mail."
You were only interested
in Bollywood parties,
book signings,
press conferences, etcetera.
Well, actually, we should
be happy with this termination.
After all, you never
liked my work, right?
What's the status?
Nothing, sir. He's still inside.
Who is covering
the back of the building?
Sawant, sir.
Did you eat?
No, sir. We'll eat in some time.
You'll get amazing kheema pav
at Bombay Bakery.
Okay, sir.
We'll have dinner over there.
Bloody glutton!
The mention of kheema pav
made your mouth water!
Don't budge.
No, sir. I'll be right here.
We're coming.
Urmila!
A couple of days left,
so I was pulling his leg.
Well, let's start the service!
Room service!
Gaurav Jaisingh.
That was a pretty good game you played.
But now, it's our turn.
Sir, I don't understand.
Where is Meetu?
Sir, Meetu?
Who, sir?
Wow!
What an actor.
What an actor!
I'm sorry, I should've
asked for Adya instead.
Sit.
Listen…
we've put out an APB on her
all over the country…
which includes Mussoorie.
How long will she be on the run?
Sir, you don't understand...
I understand everything.
But unfortunately…
I'm a police officer, and…
personal emotions don't count
when I'm on duty.
Tell your sister to confess to her crimes.
Tell me one thing.
How did you manage to
beat your sister so brutally?
With your bare hands, with a belt.
I…
Sir, I…
It was Adya's plan.
Think about it.
If she made you do all that,
can you imagine what all she will
make you do in the future?
Come in.
Why are you back?
I've lost everything in life, Mayanka.
Please come back.
Stop this drama!
Drama?
I lose everything in life,
and you think this is drama?
- You're my wife, for God's sake!
- Wife?
You're right.
Wife.
You're right.
And this is entirely
the fault of your "wife".
You have been self-involved
all your life, Tahir.
And funnily enough,
I too cared only about you.
I remained submissive so that…
you could feel dominant.
I would get an award,
and I would come home and thank you.
What?
You are a parasite, Tahir.
Others have to die to keep you alive.
And today, that girl
showed me who you actually are.
You are a degenerate!
So, do me a favor and leave!
Yeah.
Gogu?
Sister, listen.
Lokesh was here.
He knows everything.
He also knows
that you are Meetu Mathur.
Gogu, please listen to me.
No. You listen to me.
He was absolutely right.
Everything that he said was right.
The crimes we have committed
so far aren't of serious nature, okay?
If we stop right now...
Stop?
Really?
You want me to give up?
Gogu…
you found Mama in the lake.
And a few days later, you found Papa.
Are you really scared
because of what that cop said?
Do you want to give up?
No, I don't. I'm not...
Oh, God!
Leave God out of this.
Just follow the plan.
We're almost there.
It is almost done.
Do you understand?
Gogu, answer me!
Yes… yes, Sister.
Gogu, he's here. I've got to go.
You just gonna stand there or
you wanna come over and say hi?
"Tahir sir, I'm a big fan of yours!
I'm… I'm… Rajasi…"
So easy!
Part of my plan was successful
because of your massive ego.
So predictable.
Are you carrying a gun
in your pocket?
Wow, so smart!
The police know who you are
and what you're doing.
So, there's no point in running.
I know.
It's fine.
What matters is that
you finally know who I am.
That's important for me.
You had a…
cleft lip, right?
That's all you remember
about me, don't you?
But what else to expect
from a man like you?
What had you said?
"Fucking ugly."
"The kind of face
only a mother could love."
Yeah?
Well, I'm doing all this for that mother.
SISTER, WHERE ARE YOU?
Your brother?
Isn't he coming?
By the way, who is Meetu Mathur?
Who is Meetu Mathur?
She was a trap for
a story stealing writer.
Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi.
I knew I had you at Rajasi.
You fucking bitch!
You will not be spared.
You know,
what you're doing is pointless.
What do you want to hear?
That I stole your parents' story?
Stole?
Yes… I stole it.
Everyone's accusing me of it.
From news channels, to my wife,
to my fucking publisher!
What's new in that?
You were the one who lied all along.
They weren't lies.
Our pain and our sorrows…
were real.
Your three scars and their stories…
a big fucking lie!
I told you a story, and you believed it.
You started seeing Meetu
as a poor, helpless girl from Rajasi.
You started seeing
her tragedy in Technicolor.
Because you were
looking at your sequel.
Fuck!
But these scars are real.
It's a count…
of your three victims.
Mama…
Papa…
And you?
That work in progress?
Yeah.
Work in progress.
That's me.
Come on, get in the car.
Get in the car. Come on.
- Where are we going?
- Sight-seeing!
Get in the fucking car!
Get in the car now!
I'll get one more.
This is our dinner tonight.
I like eating chips.
Eat all you like.
Sawant, he's running.
Get the bike!
Sir, everything that you said was right.
You were absolutely right, sir.
It was our fault.
It was my fault.
Water?
- Sorry…
- It's okay, it's just water.
Sir, my sister is in danger!
Tahir is taking her somewhere.
Sir, she is in danger.
Something might happen to her.
Please, sir.
Please check the message.
"Gogu, please do something.
I am in Tahir's car.
He is driving like a maniac!
Please help me. I made a mistake.
Gogu, please help."
Sir...
Wait a minute!
Meetu has sent her live location.
They are crossing Kemps Corner.
Please, sir!
Sir, please save her!
Sir, please do something.
Please save her.
- She's my only family.
- Okay, okay.
Get inside.
Come on.
What now?
Lokesh sir! Their car has stopped.
Take a right from here, sir.
- How long is it showing?
- Sir, nine minutes.
You know what?
There is a flashback within a flashback
in my story as well.
I have learned it from you.
I'm Parth. Parth Acharya.
Shalu.
I mean Shalini.
I prefer Shalu.
Shalu!
Congratulations.
You can come from tomorrow.
It took pretty long.
But when you want to write a story…
and that too an original one…
it is bound to take time.
I admit what happened
with you was terrible, but…
I'm not a killer!
"Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi."
Do you understand
the meaning of this couplet?
Do you?
"Raand" means widow.
But you chose its
colloquial meaning "whore".
You caused a huge embarrassment
for my mom.
You might not have
physically killed her, but Mama…
died because of you.
And Papa was heartbroken
because of you.
So, what does that make you?
- A murderer.
- I'm not a murderer!
You know what? You're pathetic!
Enough is enough!
Shit!
Please pick up the phone.
Take the next left.
Sir, it's showing 700 meters away.
Hey!
Sister!
Gokhale, stop him!
- Parth, stop!
- Wait!
Sister!
Sister!
Sister!
Sister!
Sister!
These are only superficial burns.
They will heal quickly.
But you must restrict
your mobility for a couple of days.
Don't dip your hand in water.
Avoid crowded places.
The wounds will heal in two weeks.
There's nothing much left.
The heat generated was around
1000 degrees Celsius.
So, it's expected.
But the autopsy reveals that
the bones belong to an adult female.
Look at this.
There's a cranial damage here.
Over the eye, over the frontal bone.
Someone battered her brutally
before she died.
The fire did not kill her.
She was already dead.
Cranial damage.
- Yes.
- She was already dead.
The writer can't escape now.
Mr. Wazir's lawyers
are on the back foot.
And we've just been told
that they are now asking
for a diminished responsibility.
And why wouldn't this defense work?
"I don't remember"
is a very weak defense.
Historically, it has never worked.
You cannot take this stand.
But the truth is that
I don't remember anything.
There is no truth
to what they are saying.
You know what is the truth, Tahir?
You stole someone's story
and wrote a book on it.
Oh, come on!
Then you told the entire world
how one day you got
this "original" idea out of the blue!
Then you created
your alter ego on social media…
who used to sing your praises
and demean others.
In short, you were your own biggest fan!
And the one who exposed you
isn't alive anymore.
But her DNA was all over your body.
She left scars on your body
when she acted in self-defense.
And of course, her DNA
was present in those scars as well.
There's another thing
I forgot to tell you.
The wedding ring that you gave her…
was found on the charred body.
There's no wedding...
What?
Yes.
But…
Gaurav!
I'm not used to calling you Gaurav.
Won't you wait until the case gets over?
What's the point, sir?
That won't bring my sister back.
Where are you going?
I'm going back home.
Need a lift?
Sir, I'll manage.
You've been really kind to me.
- Did you save my number?
- Yes, sir.
I'll call you from time to time
to check up on you.
Yeah.
I'll take your leave, sir.
Thank you.
Can you please explain your
"Adya Jaisingh theory" in detail?
Come on, guys.
I mean, don't you get it?
Don't you understand?
Don't you just see?
She always blamed me
for the death of her parents.
But how can I be punished for that?
I didn't physically murder them!
She was with me
at the time of Sanjay's death.
How could she frame me?
My freedom, my reputation, my soul…
she wanted everything.
And she got it!
And now, I'm paying the price, right?
I'm fucking paying the price, right?
I will not tolerate
such language in my court.
Please tell your client.
Next time, it will be
a contempt of court.
Sorry, Your Honor.
I'm sorry, sir.
Come on.
Obviously, she killed herself.
She committed suicide
and framed me for it.
Don't you understand?
Of course, I understand.
Diminishing mental balance.
Wasn't that your defense?
Absolutely correct, sir.
Stay firm on it.
Has it been proven now?
What do you want, dear?
A dead body.
She was around 22 or 23 years old.
She had a very abusive husband.
One day, he battered her
so brutally, that she died.
Sister.
Answer it. Put it on speaker.
Hello?
How are you?
I'm good, sir. How are you?
I'm fine too.
I've taken up cooking
since I'm retired now.
Hey, do you have any special recipe
of your locality?
Send it to me.
Of course, sir.
You need not call me "sir".
I'm not a cop anymore.
And now…
I'm absolutely enjoying my retirement.
I'm thinking of writing a story.
What do you think?
I've got the story.
I've been gathering the chapters
for the last six years.
I was thinking about
how to make it a bestseller.
The climax is always
very crucial, you know?
I mean, the last few chapters…
I want it to end with poetical justice.
I needed an expert's help with it.
That's why I called.
Put Adya on the phone.
Oh, fuck!
Okay.
starting with the end.
The "what" and "how" is unknown.
But the end of the story is known.
How the final chapter
is going to shape up?
Sister, when will
we immerse the ashes?
No, not yet.
So, when?
Not until we make Tahir Wazir
pay for what he did to us.
How are we going to do it?
I'm 14 and you are 18.
We are small.
We won't remain kids forever.
We'll grow up someday.
That's when.
What have I done?
You guys are treating me like a criminal.
I just wrote a book!
Just!
Just!
They were both kids.
You are responsible for their deeds.
Imagine their pain and anger.
In their plan, Meetu Mathur
staged an attack on herself.
A brother brutally assaulted
his own sister.
It was all a part of the plan.
Gogu, fucking hit me!
And you say that
you "just" wrote the book!
Whose side are you on?
You have always doubted our capability.
But don't worry, I will catch them.
But bear in mind that they will be
punished only for their wrongdoing.
Ranawat!
I'm sorry, Ranade.
Put out an APB.
Yes, sir.
Idiot!
Sir, you seem rather
impressed with those two.
It pains me.
Everything those kids went through,
and whatever they decided to do later,
for whatever reason…
It was all was wrong.
But I understand
where they are coming from.
I can feel everything.
This uniform has
put restrictions on me.
Otherwise, I would have
been on the other side.
What do you mean?
I mean…
right now, the entire department
would have been after me.
Saurabh Mehta.
The king of pharma companies.
He was flourishing
in every possible industry.
Finance, real estate, film, drugs.
Everything.
It took me three years
to tighten my grip on him.
When that Tahir Wazir
asks me whose side I'm on…
it makes my blood boil.
Final rites…
memorial service…
it's all over.
It's been six years.
Six years.
I've been grieving the loss
of my family all these years.
I'm not scared.
Very soon…
I won't have to
follow the rules of uniform.
Oh, well…
enough of emotions.
It's time for action.
Sign here, under the cross line.
- What is this?
- Your contract.
Didn't we renew it last month?
This is not renewal, but termination.
What?
Why?
I put up with your nonsense
for all these years.
Your ego, your tantrums, your temper.
And why?
Because I thought you had some talent.
After all, you wrote an original book
like Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi.
But do you know what?
You are bad for my profession.
You are bad for my publishing house.
And you are really bad for me.
So, I think this is the best way out.
You could've stopped all this.
Me? How?
Ravindra Jaisingh had returned
the check and the letter…
and you didn't even tell me!
We could've handled this.
Right, and who had said,
"I don't want to deal with hate mail,
I don't want to deal with fan mail."
You were only interested
in Bollywood parties,
book signings,
press conferences, etcetera.
Well, actually, we should
be happy with this termination.
After all, you never
liked my work, right?
What's the status?
Nothing, sir. He's still inside.
Who is covering
the back of the building?
Sawant, sir.
Did you eat?
No, sir. We'll eat in some time.
You'll get amazing kheema pav
at Bombay Bakery.
Okay, sir.
We'll have dinner over there.
Bloody glutton!
The mention of kheema pav
made your mouth water!
Don't budge.
No, sir. I'll be right here.
We're coming.
Urmila!
A couple of days left,
so I was pulling his leg.
Well, let's start the service!
Room service!
Gaurav Jaisingh.
That was a pretty good game you played.
But now, it's our turn.
Sir, I don't understand.
Where is Meetu?
Sir, Meetu?
Who, sir?
Wow!
What an actor.
What an actor!
I'm sorry, I should've
asked for Adya instead.
Sit.
Listen…
we've put out an APB on her
all over the country…
which includes Mussoorie.
How long will she be on the run?
Sir, you don't understand...
I understand everything.
But unfortunately…
I'm a police officer, and…
personal emotions don't count
when I'm on duty.
Tell your sister to confess to her crimes.
Tell me one thing.
How did you manage to
beat your sister so brutally?
With your bare hands, with a belt.
I…
Sir, I…
It was Adya's plan.
Think about it.
If she made you do all that,
can you imagine what all she will
make you do in the future?
Come in.
Why are you back?
I've lost everything in life, Mayanka.
Please come back.
Stop this drama!
Drama?
I lose everything in life,
and you think this is drama?
- You're my wife, for God's sake!
- Wife?
You're right.
Wife.
You're right.
And this is entirely
the fault of your "wife".
You have been self-involved
all your life, Tahir.
And funnily enough,
I too cared only about you.
I remained submissive so that…
you could feel dominant.
I would get an award,
and I would come home and thank you.
What?
You are a parasite, Tahir.
Others have to die to keep you alive.
And today, that girl
showed me who you actually are.
You are a degenerate!
So, do me a favor and leave!
Yeah.
Gogu?
Sister, listen.
Lokesh was here.
He knows everything.
He also knows
that you are Meetu Mathur.
Gogu, please listen to me.
No. You listen to me.
He was absolutely right.
Everything that he said was right.
The crimes we have committed
so far aren't of serious nature, okay?
If we stop right now...
Stop?
Really?
You want me to give up?
Gogu…
you found Mama in the lake.
And a few days later, you found Papa.
Are you really scared
because of what that cop said?
Do you want to give up?
No, I don't. I'm not...
Oh, God!
Leave God out of this.
Just follow the plan.
We're almost there.
It is almost done.
Do you understand?
Gogu, answer me!
Yes… yes, Sister.
Gogu, he's here. I've got to go.
You just gonna stand there or
you wanna come over and say hi?
"Tahir sir, I'm a big fan of yours!
I'm… I'm… Rajasi…"
So easy!
Part of my plan was successful
because of your massive ego.
So predictable.
Are you carrying a gun
in your pocket?
Wow, so smart!
The police know who you are
and what you're doing.
So, there's no point in running.
I know.
It's fine.
What matters is that
you finally know who I am.
That's important for me.
You had a…
cleft lip, right?
That's all you remember
about me, don't you?
But what else to expect
from a man like you?
What had you said?
"Fucking ugly."
"The kind of face
only a mother could love."
Yeah?
Well, I'm doing all this for that mother.
SISTER, WHERE ARE YOU?
Your brother?
Isn't he coming?
By the way, who is Meetu Mathur?
Who is Meetu Mathur?
She was a trap for
a story stealing writer.
Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi.
I knew I had you at Rajasi.
You fucking bitch!
You will not be spared.
You know,
what you're doing is pointless.
What do you want to hear?
That I stole your parents' story?
Stole?
Yes… I stole it.
Everyone's accusing me of it.
From news channels, to my wife,
to my fucking publisher!
What's new in that?
You were the one who lied all along.
They weren't lies.
Our pain and our sorrows…
were real.
Your three scars and their stories…
a big fucking lie!
I told you a story, and you believed it.
You started seeing Meetu
as a poor, helpless girl from Rajasi.
You started seeing
her tragedy in Technicolor.
Because you were
looking at your sequel.
Fuck!
But these scars are real.
It's a count…
of your three victims.
Mama…
Papa…
And you?
That work in progress?
Yeah.
Work in progress.
That's me.
Come on, get in the car.
Get in the car. Come on.
- Where are we going?
- Sight-seeing!
Get in the fucking car!
Get in the car now!
I'll get one more.
This is our dinner tonight.
I like eating chips.
Eat all you like.
Sawant, he's running.
Get the bike!
Sir, everything that you said was right.
You were absolutely right, sir.
It was our fault.
It was my fault.
Water?
- Sorry…
- It's okay, it's just water.
Sir, my sister is in danger!
Tahir is taking her somewhere.
Sir, she is in danger.
Something might happen to her.
Please, sir.
Please check the message.
"Gogu, please do something.
I am in Tahir's car.
He is driving like a maniac!
Please help me. I made a mistake.
Gogu, please help."
Sir...
Wait a minute!
Meetu has sent her live location.
They are crossing Kemps Corner.
Please, sir!
Sir, please save her!
Sir, please do something.
Please save her.
- She's my only family.
- Okay, okay.
Get inside.
Come on.
What now?
Lokesh sir! Their car has stopped.
Take a right from here, sir.
- How long is it showing?
- Sir, nine minutes.
You know what?
There is a flashback within a flashback
in my story as well.
I have learned it from you.
I'm Parth. Parth Acharya.
Shalu.
I mean Shalini.
I prefer Shalu.
Shalu!
Congratulations.
You can come from tomorrow.
It took pretty long.
But when you want to write a story…
and that too an original one…
it is bound to take time.
I admit what happened
with you was terrible, but…
I'm not a killer!
"Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi."
Do you understand
the meaning of this couplet?
Do you?
"Raand" means widow.
But you chose its
colloquial meaning "whore".
You caused a huge embarrassment
for my mom.
You might not have
physically killed her, but Mama…
died because of you.
And Papa was heartbroken
because of you.
So, what does that make you?
- A murderer.
- I'm not a murderer!
You know what? You're pathetic!
Enough is enough!
Shit!
Please pick up the phone.
Take the next left.
Sir, it's showing 700 meters away.
Hey!
Sister!
Gokhale, stop him!
- Parth, stop!
- Wait!
Sister!
Sister!
Sister!
Sister!
Sister!
These are only superficial burns.
They will heal quickly.
But you must restrict
your mobility for a couple of days.
Don't dip your hand in water.
Avoid crowded places.
The wounds will heal in two weeks.
There's nothing much left.
The heat generated was around
1000 degrees Celsius.
So, it's expected.
But the autopsy reveals that
the bones belong to an adult female.
Look at this.
There's a cranial damage here.
Over the eye, over the frontal bone.
Someone battered her brutally
before she died.
The fire did not kill her.
She was already dead.
Cranial damage.
- Yes.
- She was already dead.
The writer can't escape now.
Mr. Wazir's lawyers
are on the back foot.
And we've just been told
that they are now asking
for a diminished responsibility.
And why wouldn't this defense work?
"I don't remember"
is a very weak defense.
Historically, it has never worked.
You cannot take this stand.
But the truth is that
I don't remember anything.
There is no truth
to what they are saying.
You know what is the truth, Tahir?
You stole someone's story
and wrote a book on it.
Oh, come on!
Then you told the entire world
how one day you got
this "original" idea out of the blue!
Then you created
your alter ego on social media…
who used to sing your praises
and demean others.
In short, you were your own biggest fan!
And the one who exposed you
isn't alive anymore.
But her DNA was all over your body.
She left scars on your body
when she acted in self-defense.
And of course, her DNA
was present in those scars as well.
There's another thing
I forgot to tell you.
The wedding ring that you gave her…
was found on the charred body.
There's no wedding...
What?
Yes.
But…
Gaurav!
I'm not used to calling you Gaurav.
Won't you wait until the case gets over?
What's the point, sir?
That won't bring my sister back.
Where are you going?
I'm going back home.
Need a lift?
Sir, I'll manage.
You've been really kind to me.
- Did you save my number?
- Yes, sir.
I'll call you from time to time
to check up on you.
Yeah.
I'll take your leave, sir.
Thank you.
Can you please explain your
"Adya Jaisingh theory" in detail?
Come on, guys.
I mean, don't you get it?
Don't you understand?
Don't you just see?
She always blamed me
for the death of her parents.
But how can I be punished for that?
I didn't physically murder them!
She was with me
at the time of Sanjay's death.
How could she frame me?
My freedom, my reputation, my soul…
she wanted everything.
And she got it!
And now, I'm paying the price, right?
I'm fucking paying the price, right?
I will not tolerate
such language in my court.
Please tell your client.
Next time, it will be
a contempt of court.
Sorry, Your Honor.
I'm sorry, sir.
Come on.
Obviously, she killed herself.
She committed suicide
and framed me for it.
Don't you understand?
Of course, I understand.
Diminishing mental balance.
Wasn't that your defense?
Absolutely correct, sir.
Stay firm on it.
Has it been proven now?
What do you want, dear?
A dead body.
She was around 22 or 23 years old.
She had a very abusive husband.
One day, he battered her
so brutally, that she died.
Sister.
Answer it. Put it on speaker.
Hello?
How are you?
I'm good, sir. How are you?
I'm fine too.
I've taken up cooking
since I'm retired now.
Hey, do you have any special recipe
of your locality?
Send it to me.
Of course, sir.
You need not call me "sir".
I'm not a cop anymore.
And now…
I'm absolutely enjoying my retirement.
I'm thinking of writing a story.
What do you think?
I've got the story.
I've been gathering the chapters
for the last six years.
I was thinking about
how to make it a bestseller.
The climax is always
very crucial, you know?
I mean, the last few chapters…
I want it to end with poetical justice.
I needed an expert's help with it.
That's why I called.
Put Adya on the phone.
Oh, fuck!
Okay.