Raman Raghav 2.0 Page #5

Disgusting to see scales of

white powder in his nose.

Like it?

Should I get you

transferred closer home?

Father and son can snort together.

What say?

Where's that Nigerian?

Upstairs.

Hey!!

Hold it!

Put the gun down.

He doesn't understand English?

No

Tell him to put the gun down.

...or my team will beat him till he

speaks all 480 languages of India

Tell him!

You have your passport, right?

Yes, I do.

Pick your passport,

pack the bags and sod off.

This isn't right.

What was his mistake?

Should I tell you what's right?

Spreading filth in my country...

and lecturing me on morality!

Bloody drug addict!

We never said no to you...

Still you killed him!

Am I blocking you?

Grocery cart... for you.

Thanks.

I'll manage.

Don't worry, madam.

I work here... at your service.

- I'll manage.

- I said do not worry.

Do you know...

It's both Dussehra (HINDU)

and Muharram (MUSLIM) today.

While the Muslims mourn,

Hindus celebrate.

This year, the festival of Ganesha

and Bakr-Eid coincided too!

People sin so much...

...that they need

religion to hide behind.

It's a carnival of

religions out there.

...so much that even God is

paraded on streets.

Each religion flaunting

its might of majority.

But we... real children of

God... converse with him.

Do you converse with God?

Do you? I definitely do.

For us blessed ones,

it's the year of holy union.

Okay.

- WI T H LOVE-

Limitless sky...

The vast unfathomed sky.

My feet clasped on a cloud,

held on to its cottony shroud.

The path of choice,

like an aimless happy river.

Relentless and undeterred,

my shadow moved the sun.

Then the smoke blinded me...

I fell unhooked from a star.

Into a bottomless well, a rope

let loose, a bucket in free fall.

That aimless happy river...

dried out in a vapor...

soul left like wind to paper.

Limitless sky.

The vast unfathomed sky.

Wiped out like a child's dream.

Night devours the morning beam.

Then the smoke blinded me,

I fell unhooked from a star.

Into a bottomless well, a rope

let loose, a bucket in free fall.

Burnt as a molten ring,

flying off a torn wing

What gives?

Hiding from eyes, losing to lies.

What gives?

Hi

Who's she?

What are you upto?

Don't look back.

Shut up!

Motherf!

Hi Piya!

Are you OK Ankita?

Turn it off!

Turn it off or I'll

smash it into pieces!

Why did you get her here?

Can't I bring anyone here?

There are others who come here too.

Nobody comes here.

Nobody comes here!

Should I give you detailed list?

Who all come to you

and where all you go.

Whose car comes to pick you.

And those shows you perform

for Dubai Sheikhs.

This is my house!

Get the hell out of here!

Damn woman!

Don't ever talk to me like my dad!

Where the hell is my MDMA?

Where is the MD?

Did you finish it off?

Simmy, did you'?

Look, I'm not a nice

guy like you think I am.

I'll kill you!

Get out of here with your girlfriend!

And take your garbage along!

What did I ask?

What the hell did I ask?

Where is the MD?

You should know where it is!

I don't bother to look at your stuff.

I told you the last time too.

You finished it off.

Idiot wears sunglasses at night!

Damn woman!!

Never talk to me in

that patronizing tone!

Simmy!

Ankita!

Ankita, open the door.

Open the damn door!

Ankita.

I can do anything to

you and get away with it.

So be calm and slide your phone

to me without turning it off.

It's all cool, Ankita. Slide the

phone from under the door.

Ankita, slide the damn phone now!

Please!

Shut up. Calm down!

I won't harm you, Ankita.

Relax and lie down.

Sir...

If I wouldn't have lost him that day,

...madam would've been alive today.

It's all my fault.

Tea.

How much sugar did you put?

Two spoons full.

Cardamom?

Yes.

Cinnamon?

Yes, that too.

I was just checking.

- May I leave?

- Yes

What is this man?

Let's go sir!

So... why escape, and now surrender?

Sir?

Is he really required?

Alright, what do you want to know?

You tell me.

I've confessed before

and I stand by it.

I've seen everything in life...

except the noose...

that a man makes for himself.

Such a death fascinates me.

Death... a father offers his son.

A mother offers her daughter.

...death a man offers himself.

Because none have the courage

to embrace their dark side.

I merely offer them

a release from that fear.

Why did you kill Smrutika?

Simmy?

I liked watching her.

The thing is...

I was too drugged.

I needed a woman.

Everyone needs a woman, right?

Battles of Ramayana and Mahabharata

too were caused by women.

Ravana, a purist Brahmin,

turned into a villain.

To abduct a woman, he actually

designed an airplane!

If not for them women...

we wouldn't have had airplanes.

Every time I see an airplane...

I tell myself...

"Hey Ramana...!"

"Yet another Ravana is flying

off with someones Sita"

"Time to bring him

back to the ground!"

I keep a count...

of the planes that fly

across the sky in a day.

Right above us. We hardly notice.

The more the planes...

as many Ravens, Sitas and Rams.

You've come here

to narrate the Ramayana?

Sir, will you ask him to leave?

Just doesn't relish conversations.

What a crushing bore!

What happened last night?

You needed a woman...

so you killed Smrutika.

And I did score one.

20 something buxom bomb!

What was her name... uh, Ankita.

But I didn't have a

place to have sex with her.

So I took her to Simmy's house.

I had the keys.

Simmy opened the door...

I pushed her aside and rushed

Ankita into the bedroom.

I locked the room...

and slapped Ankita real hard!

I was so wasted...

...my penis wouldn't get hard.

...and Ankita wouldn't stop giggling.

So I slammed her face

against the wall! Real hard!

Step out.

Step out.

Sir?

Leave us alone.

What do you want?

Nothing.

I just wanted to surrender.

Why?

I got my high.

What gives you a high?

Drugs?

I have a whole brick

of coke in my bag.

The one from Simmy's drawer.

What the hell do you want?

Why are you doing this?

What's your game?

Why did you come here?

To look into your eyes!

No drug can match the high

of locking eyes with you.

When I was a kid, I was told

the "Raman Raghav" story.

The act of killing in itself is

an unparalleled adventure...

Everyone has their moments

when they ache to kill...

...and they do find opportunities.

Like in a civil war... riots...

they merely vent hiding in a mob

like in Syria...

People cross borders to

unleash their inner animal.

But I kill... alone

with no hesitation...

No regrets whatsoever!

I've killed no man,

woman or child by accident.

I can guarantee that.

Neither killed

hiding behind a uniform...

...nor a religion or

the cloak of humanity...

I Killed...

...because I wanted to kill.

I kill... like we eat,

sh*t, pray, love...

...naturally.

So... you killed Smrutika?

Why... did you'?

I give you my word:

Simmy's death is on me.

But there's still a glitch

that can ruin all of this.

...Ankita

She saw what happened last night...

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