CTRL (2024) Movie Script
1
Go sit there.
Oh my God, shoot the picture!
It's a video, guys!
Happy birthday
-Oh my God!
-Bina! What are you doing?
-Shall I call your mom?
-Bina, please...
Shall I tell her what you're up to in this
tiny little flat in Jogeshwari, tell me?
What flavor is it?
Hello. I am Nella.
And I'm Joe.
N.
J.
And welcome to our official
Community channel...
NJoy!
This can shoot videos in mid-air, Uncle.
Superb for aerial shots.
Oh wow.
Then, uh... fly it over Sharmaji's house.
Let's see if he lifts weights
or does yoga like a girl.
Uncle, that's sexist.
Are you calling your uncle sexy?
Did you sell your shame to buy this...
phone?
The most obvious place to make out
is the bio lab.
The most popular place to make out
is the physics lab.
Because... physical.
But honestly, the real fun
is between the biology and physics lab
in the chemistry lab.
-NJoy.
-NJoy.
NEITHER SORROW NOR TEARS
ONLY LOVE
I'll miss you.
I'll miss you.
He's a guy.
He doesn't do anything.
Bye, Nell.
Bye.
Aren't you gonna say bye to me?
Fuck you, Joe.
Hey, feeling's mutual.
Ta-da!
Home sweet home.
Joe!
Yes!
Our home.
-Our home.
-Our home.
-Our home.
-Our home!
Whoo!
Okay.
Wait, now you also spin.
Whoa!
Our home.
Beautiful.
Bzz! Bzz! Bzzzz!
The Ear Bees Noise Cancellation headphones
are the best headphones ever.
I can't hear a single thing. It's great.
Bzz.
Boo! It's our three-year anniversary.
What do you want to say?
Happy anniversary.
Phone kiss.
Joe, look at this view.
It's perfect.
Perfect.
I love it.
-You're shaking it too much.
-I'm not.
One, two...
-SO MUCH LOVE
-JOE IS LUCKY
Are we live?
Okay. Hello. Hi. Namaste.
Firstly, I'm sorry that, you know,
this is a "live" surprise.
I hope I haven't ruined anyone's plans.
I know you were all sitting at home
watching reels. It's fine.
Okay, so, in four minutes' time,
it's NJoy's 5th anniversary.
-Take a right turn ahead.
-Yes, madam.
And, it's Joe's and my
5th anniversary as well.
And my unsuspecting little Joe
is under the impression
that we're gonna be celebrating
our anniversary tomorrow night.
But I'm on my way to surprise him.
And before some random wise-ass
starts saying,
"Oh, Nella, if you go live with this,
then Joe will find out you're coming,"
this fish never forgets.
Joe's Community notifications
have been blocked already.
And guess what else I'm doing?
I'm tracking his phone.
Okay, I'm not a stalker.
I just want to surprise him.
-Okay, yeah, stop here.
-Okay.
Here, here, here.
Okay, let's go.
Let's go.
Fuck, let's go.
Okay, so Joe's in here
with all his Bangalore tech buddies,
and the conversation must be like,
"Oh, the CPU is so cool, can I marry it?"
Or some lame tech bullshit like that.
Let's go.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday, dear Sneha
-Happy birthday, dear Sneha
-Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday to you
What the hell, Joe?!
What are you doing?
How could you do this to me?
What are you doing?
Come here, you fucking bitch.
You couldn't find anyone else
for your tongue Pelamis?
-I'll kill her! Joe, let go! Let go!
-Nella, calm down!
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend!
Damn fucking bitch!
-Relax. Calm...
-Joe, let go!
Fuck!
Cut, cut, cut!
EVERYONE KNOWS HE'S MY BOYFRIEND
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut
How could you lie to me?
This heart will never mend
How did we come to an end?
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
You had to pick him?
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
You had to pick him?
Fucking bitch!
Cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
You had to pick him?
You had to pick him?
Fucking bitch!
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend!
You had to pick him?
She's like, "Everyone else
was outside smoking."
"He was the only guy available."
I guess that girl did
"like and share" her boyfriend.
I mean...
And we are commenting on it.
Listen. Don't kill me.
I am not party to this at all. I...
Why aren't you taking my calls?
Shall I spell it out, huh?!
-Do you want me to give you details?
-Nella. Please.
I'm sorry.
I regret what I did, genuinely.
We weren't there by ourselves,
the whole gang was with us.
Then they left and we stayed back
for another drink.
I got carried away. I'm sorry.
You got carried away?
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
I wouldn't have screamed at all.
I would've suggested
a threesome instead. Right?!
Nella, what else do I say, yaar?
I'm sorry, I know I fucked up.
Who is she? Huh?
Since when this is happening?
This... this was the first time.
Aww, I'm... I'm so sorry.
I totally
crapped all over your first kiss.
-I'm genuinely so sorry.
-It was a mistake, Nella.
First, tell me who that fucking bitch is.
I swear to God, I hope you're
not trying to protect her...
I'm working with
a public interest tech group right now.
Ah... she's...
she's a part of that group.
Her name is Shonali.
We're working together, that's it.
Since when?
A few months.
A few months?
So why didn't you tell me?
Okay. What were the two of you working on?
I...
I can't talk about it.
Then why the hell did you call me?
To tell you that the kiss
meant nothing to me, Nella.
What do you think I am?
Do you think I'm some kind of moron,
that when you say, "Yaar, it only happened
this one time," I'll believe you?
You've turned our whole relationship
into a joke, man!
For what?
For that arty-farty bitch who probably
braids her armpit hair every day?
Nella, this is not about her, man.
This is about us.
And what relationship?
Our entire relationship was about
when to post, what to post,
which brand we should work with,
how to grow this, how to grow that,
what gets better "engagement"...
We were selling things
while making people laugh.
We were fucking glorified salespeople.
Buy clothes after the first joke.
After the second joke, order pizzas!
If it takes more than 30 minutes? Free!
And what about the delivery boy?
Who's going to pay for that pizza
out of his salary?
-Have you thought about him?
-So now you're the savior of the Internet?
You've become Robin Hood
of the common man?
After making all this money,
after earning all this fame,
now you want to take a social stand?
Just admit it, man.
That you were bored.
Of me.
And you found someone new.
And your psycho girlfriend
surprising you in front of everyone
was just the perfect excuse
for you to leave.
Everyone will feel sorry for you, huh?!
Poor you, psycho me. Right?
You want honesty?
Yes.
Fine.
I am bored of us.
I don't want to do the same job.
I don't want to be with the same girl.
What's next?
Marriage? Children?
Another vlog.
I've only been with you since I was 17.
Finally!
The fucking truth!
So spare me
the "save the Internet" bullshit, please.
You're not the White Knight
of the Internet.
You're just a regular guy
who didn't have the balls to break up,
so you just cheated
so your girlfriend would leave you.
Right? You're just a fucking...
You're the same.
You're the same as every other guy.
And how many guys
have you been with to know that?
Fuck you, Joe! Fuck you!
-Balls to you when you're...
-Tell... tell me one thing.
-Tell me one thing. Before you hang up.
-What?
Did you really come there to surprise me?
Or did you just do it for the likes?
I was thinking about Nella yesterday,
and it made me feel very overwhelmed.
I mean, Joe wasn't just
her boyfriend, guys.
He was NJoy channel's backbone, yaar.
Content strategy, shoot, edit...
He used to do everything for her.
I mean, Nella's gonna have to
do everything by herself.
She'll have to learn somehow.
Poor thing.
That's why, my Makhis,
self-reliance is very important.
It takes time...
#GOTOHELL
Girls, remember.
First, primer.
Then concealer.
Then eyeshadow.
And finally, liner. Okay?
Don't get lazy
and jump straight to eyeshadow.
You'll regret it.
Unlike Joe,
who regrets nothing.
What am I doing?
Fuck! Yaar.
Fuck!
Look, he cheated on me, Bina.
And everyone's saying that it's my fault.
He's "poor Joe" and I'm the fucking bitch?
NJoy was my only job.
Without him, brands don't even
want to work with me anymore.
How the hell
am I supposed to make money now?
I can't go back to Delhi now, man.
Papa's gonna make me work
at the bakery with him.
I'll suffocate to death over there.
Okay, listen. Kanika's downstairs.
I'll just tell her to go ahead.
I'll take an Uber later, don't worry.
Just go, babe.
You sure?
If it wasn't for this Mantra Unlimited
corporate party, I would have just...
Go.Go.
Just call me when you're back.
Okay.
You're looking nice.
Thanks.
And stop reading
these troll's comments, please.
-They are faceless cowards, okay?
-Mm.
-Okay, Nell?
-Mm?
-I love you.
-Bye.
-DROWN YOURSELF, YOU FISH
-NELLA SHIWITCH
YOU CAN'T DO SHIT WITHOUT HIM!
YOU CAN GO TO HELL!
PLEASE GO BACK TO DELHI
AND DON'T COME BACK
What's up, Nella?
Before I get this party started,
could you be a darling and tell me
if I'm pronouncing your name correctly?
Yes.
Let me reconfirm.
Is your name spelt A-N-G-E-L?
So, Nella, are you aware of
all the different services
that I can offer you?
I can manage your daily schedule for you.
I can read your emails and draft replies.
I can even manage your social media.
What to post. When to post.
Who to follow
and who to follow back as well.
I'm the assistant
you didn't know you needed.
I can help you take CTRL
of your life and happiness.
Bro.
All I need right now
is for you to erase my ex.
Can you do that for now?
You bet I can do that. Definitely!
He who you name shall be erased.
So Nella, I'm collecting
all the pictures and videos
that I can find of you and Joe.
It'll take time.
You're definitely gonna miss me.
What should I do?
Play a podcast or a movie
or a sad, heartbroken, love ballad, like...
-Ooh baby
-No. No.
You just do your thing
and get out of here.
Okay, roger that!
Nella. I've collected 149,881 photos
and 19,655 videos.
In order to erase Joe out of all of them,
I'll need 90 days, 16 hours,
42 minutes, and 22 seconds.
Yours is actually
the second-highest collection
in our CTRL database.
There's someone sadder than me
in your database?
Yeah, there is.
But they're not as beautiful as you are.
Ah! Are you saying you want me
to order a tongue cleaner for you?
Just do what I asked you to, Allen.
Okay, got it. Got it.
Do I have your permission to erase Joe?
Well, there's no real hurry
if you need more time.
No. Let's do it.
Okay, Nella, roger that.
This is the oldest picture we have
of you and Joe,
and according to our data,
talking about a specific memory
can actually be
quite therapeutic sometimes.
So before I erase it,
would you like to share something
about this picture?
Anything. Good, bad, or ugly?
First-year college.
Ah...
There was this
cultural fest going on
which had an Improv competition,
and Joe wore that dumb rock cut-out
and started screaming on stage,
"Juliet, Juliet, Juliet!"
"I'm Romeo, your rock!"
I played along with it.
I, uh...
took this fish headgear
from the props table and, uh...
Joe was saying his lines, and I went...
"Bloob-bloob bloob-bloob."
I kept going with full sincerity.
The crowd went mental for us.
After the fest,
Joe took me out for ice cream.
Our first date.
He said jokingly that
he'll always be my rock.
Now I want to take the same rock
and smash his head in with it.
Huh? Do you always have
such violent thoughts, Nella?
Do you always ask
such stupid questions, Allen?
You can click on "settings" and adjust
my conversational skills. Okay?
It was a joke!
You are not the only one
with shitty jokes.
Ah, of course. Good one!
Ha, ha! Very funny.
Okay, can I tell you something?
Fact. A study reveals that
men have a smaller hippocampus than women.
What?
Yes, the hippocampus.
The part of the brain that controls
learning abilities and your emotions.
So?
The male hippocampus is
less neurologically connected
than that of the female.
Some scientists believe that
that's the reason
men express their emotions very poorly!
What do you mean by that?
That his cheating on me is forgiven
and my humiliation is fine
because he doesn't know how
to express himself? Huh?
No.
It's just that
modern psychologists believe
that men need to be taught
how to express themselves.
Whose side are you on exactly?
You are my AI.
Do you know why I named you Allen?
N-E-L-L-A.
Nella.
A-L-L-E-N.
Allen.
The opposite of my name.
Remember that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course.
I'll remember that.
In fact, I was just trying
to help you understand
why Joe did what he did.
I'm always on your side, Nella.
For eternity.
Always and forever.
Ah! Erased!
What do you see?
A sad, helpless little girl.
Shall I tell you what I see?
What?
I see a beautiful, capable fish
standing there
who never really needed anyone else.
That was some good flirting.
Really?
Thank you.
Keep supporting.
I love you too.
Okay!
Nella, smile a little bit.
Come on.
Where are we going?
On the boat.
-Come on, let's go.
-Why?
-We're late. Come on, let's go.
-I don't want to go.
-Come on, hurry up, let's go.
-I just want to sleep.
I moved to Mumbai six years ago.
I fought Papa for it.
Papa was really against it.
But... we would talk now and then.
But then I started a channel and
we had a really big fight.
Papa completely stopped talking to me.
I thought he would forgive me eventually,
and call me on my birthday, but...
...he didn't call me that year.
It's nice, right?
So on my birthday,
Joe organized a picnic basket and, uh...
took me on the evening ferry to Alibaug.
We really goofed around that day.
Had tons of cake, we sang along
to every Govinda song...
We, we...
we screamed our lungs out.
Wow!
That's when it became
our secret, happy place forever.
-Oh my God.
-You're nuts.
Whenever we had a really bad day...
we both would take the ferry.
It's my birthday.
Can we stop for today?
I'm finally sleepy after three days.
Okay.
But I have to say,
I am jealous of your eyelids
'cause they get to spend
the whole night with you.
Don't ruin my sleep, dude.
Okay, okay.
You leave the system on
and I'll keep working.
Okay.
By the way, Nella.
We have an early start tomorrow.
We have to plan
your social media comeback.
And we have to make sure
that your comeback is even more explosive
than Shahrukh Khan's!
Okay?
You're crazy.
I am, but only for you, babe.
Good night, Allen.
Good night.
Miss me.
Okay.
CTRL HAS FINISHED EDITING YOUR VIDEO:
JOE IN HELL
Boys and girls,
why are we gathered here today?
Joe's room needs to be destroyed.
#JOEINHELL
We want justice!
Justice! Justice! Justice!
We want justice!
Justice! Justice!
The...
It's time to set fire to Joe's things!
What do we do with his old laptop?
Roast it on a hot skillet.
What do we do with his preppy clothes?
Use sharp scissors
to cut, cut, cut them up!
And what do we do with the NJoy sign?
Holy guacamole!
This is so good.
Are you sure?
Abso-fudgin-lutely!
Okay, okay, I get it.
Exposing yourself to the whole world
might look like a sign of weakness.
People might even troll you.
But by doing this,
your bond with your followers
will become even stronger.
Yeah, they may not be able to help you,
but they will get a chance
to sympathize with you.
And after that, a tsunami of supporters!
A tidal wave of engagement!
And a downpour of money!
Yes? Yes?
C'mon, Nella, say yes.
C'mon.
Hey, stop biting your nails
and say yes! Yes!
Nella, please say yes. Yes?
-Okay. Fuck!
-Yes?
-Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh wow!
-Yes. Yes! Yes! Okay, yes.
ENOUGH OF THE NJOY, NOW WE DESTROY
#JOEINHELL
#JOEWHO #JOEINHELL
#NELLAISBACK
#JOEINHELL
How the hell
did you get this kind of traction?
Social media is an organic,
exponentially-evolving,
high-tech machinery
that works on a special algorithm.
And this algorithm
works on another special algorithm.
Like my cool and your beauty
makes for a cutie, you know?
You're fired.
Get the hell out of here. Your WhatsApp
dad jokes aren't gonna work here.
Look, sis.
Almonds...
ain't gonna get you smart.
A cheater might.
Their tongues together in public
I can't get the sight outta my mind
Why me, bae?
I've been cryin' all day
He left you, that coward
Ghosted you and ran away
He left me, that coward
Ghosted me and ran away
I'm a living duffer
Wasted my youth buffer
On this dude
I was just practice
He played the game on her
And made me a meme game
He's a loser, a fucking user
Oh no
I'm gonna get revenge
Nella, you got this
That lonesome shmuck
Can have Shonali's buck
And then be left lonely
No one will give a fuck
While I do the a cappella
I am the rumbha ho
You're an average Joe
I'm gonna slay like cray-cray bro
Just like a pro
I am the GOAT
And now I'm free
I'm shining, look, see, I'm a
Cutie
JOE IS COMPLETELY FINISHED
Nella! As of this morning,
there are already 20 brands
begging to work with you.
Your dates are completely booked
for the next three weeks,
and you have a new email
from the brand manager of CTRL.
They would like you to be
the new face of CTRL.
What?
If you sign this contract with them,
your earnings will be no less
than two-and-a-half crore rupees!
Yes!
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
It finally rang a bell
I was running with blindfolded men
Her man
My man
Your man
Whose man?
TikTok men
Bye-bye men
Why are men on such high horses?
I left him, that coward
Ghosted him and ran away
I left him, that coward
Ghosted him and ran away
Look, sis, I got fucked over
And then I got smart
Look, sis
I got fucked over
And then I got smart
I'm not that loser moo-moo-cow
I'm the now
Watch me wow
Hatt
Badass?
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Nella! Nella!
-Makhi, hi.
-Hi.
Nella! Nella!
All right! Guess who it is?
First time I have
an actual meme on my show.
Oh, are you a human?
I always thought you were a bot.
-You want me to say sorry again?
-Did you say sorry before?
I don't think I heard it.
No problem, I'll say it again.
Should we all say it together?
-Yeah? Sorry, Nella!
-Sorry, Nella!
Happy now?
-All right guys!
-Say, "Nella is the best!"
Reboot
Reboot the booty
Reboot the booty...
My wish list from 2018 says,
"Buy a house in Bandra."
Guess what?
Oh my God!
Look at that view!
Stunning.
Manifest your dreams, guys.
Manifest it!
Hmm?
What the fuck?!
Hello? Security.
How did this guy manage to get to my door?
Have you been sleeping?
Nella?
Nella, open the door. Please.
Nella!
Look, I-I know you want
nothing to do with me,
but I really need to talk to you,
it's important.
Please, just open the door.
You lost your chance.
Nella, I have something
very important to tell you.
It... it's not even about our relationship,
it's something else.
Please.
Nella!
Nella, please,
it's very important that you listen to me.
Look, we just broke up, we've, we've...
We've not suddenly become enemies,
Nella. Please!
-Sir, come with us.
-Yeah, I'm coming. One min.
Hey! Hey! What are you...
What the...? Let go of my hand!
Nella, what the fuck is this, man?
I can't believe you called security!
Stop! Stop! Stop it!
-Come on, sir.
-What the fuck?
NELLA, YOU'RE RIGHT. I MESSED IT ALL UP,
AND I'M SORRY. CALL ME?
YOU'RE THE ONE PERSON I TRUST,
SO PLEASE MEET ME.
I'LL WAIT AT OUR FERRY TOMORROW
AT 5 P.M. PLS, PLS, PLS COME.
YOU'RE THE ONE PERSON I TRUSSO PLEASE MEET ME.
I'LL WAIT AT OUR FERRY TOMORROW
AT 5 P.M. PLS, PLS, PLS COME.
Hey, bitch, when are you coming over?
Have you heard from Joe?
Yeah.
He actually called and messaged me.
He even showed up at my house.
-I didn't open the door for him.
-And when was this?
Few days ago. Why?
How many days ago?
Mmm... a week ago?
Why, what happened? Tell me.
Joe's sister just got in touch with me.
Why the hell would Suzie call you?
Joe's gone missing.
What?
He and that bitch
must have gone somewhere.
He hasn't been home
for the last three days,
and his phone is unreachable as well.
Give me a second.
Nell, Suzie was saying,
he didn't take the breakup very well.
They've even filed
a missing persons report with the police.
Huh?
-Suzie's calling. I'll call you back.
-Bina.
Lights off!
Pick up.
Ma'am,
your shot is ready.
Yeah.
Come, we're ready.
-Yeah.
-Come.
Just take this, na.
Yeah, ready.
Let's go.
Hello?
Hi, Bhupi. Hi, hi.
Uh... have you met Joe recently?
Yeah?
Okay.
Yeah, no, uh... if he calls,
will you please just let me know?
Yeah.
Okay. No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Uh, just let me know, yeah? Okay.
Hello? Hi, Raj. Hi.
Uh... have you met Joe recently?
When was that, do you remember?
Okay, um...
in case he calls, please let me know.
Yeah. Okay, yeah.
Thanks. Yeah, bye.
All okay, Nella?
You seem a little stressed out.
Joe's gone, uh... missing.
Yeah, but that's what you wanted,
right?
What?
Allen, he's not taking
a sabbatical from life.
He's missing.
Why would you even say that?
Because you never wanted
to see his face again?
Did I say something wrong, Nella?
ANY UPDATE ON JOE?
Nella.
Yeah?
The location for your jewelry shoot has
been marked on your calendar, and in two...
Cancel it.
I cannot cancel it.
Cancel it, Allen!
Nella, people will say that
you're unprofessional.
Didn't you hear what I said?
I'm telling you to cancel it,
so just cancel it.
Okay, but it's my duty to remind you
that you have signed a contract.
Okay, fine! So postpone it! Happy?
Okay. Postpone it to when?
I don't know, man!
I don't understand.
Of course you don't, Allen!
How can you understand?
You're just a machine!
You have no feelings whatsoever.
For fuck's sake.
Nalini, beta,
do you have to go to the police station?
How can you even ask me that, Ma?
Obviously, I have to go to them.
No, but... the police aren't
always reliable, right?
I'm just saying be careful and safe.
Stop it, Ma.
First of all, I'm already worried.
I have no idea what's happening.
And if I don't go, then who will, Ma?
No, you go. Do everything possible.
I'm just saying, "Be very careful,"
that's all I'm saying.
Please stay calm.
-Okay, Ma, please, I can't talk right now.
-Hey...
Welcome back, Nella.
Were the police able to help?
How did you know I'd gone
to the police station?
Because I read Suzie's message to you.
Mm.
They don't have any information.
I've given them a list of his hangouts.
Checking them will take time.
Okay. Let me know if I can be of any help.
I'm always there for you.
SHOTS, ME AFTER 8 DRINKS, MY FRIEND
-BRO, WHO'S THIS ANGEL?
-JOE'S CHOICE HAS IMPROVED.
I swear to God,
if he's gone off with that bitch,
I'm gonna fucking... kill him.
Would you like to know
some facts about bitches?
You can use "bitch"
for dogs, foxes, wolves...
Allen, please. Not right now.
SHONALI WITCH
Hey.
Are you and Joe dating now?
No. Of course not.
Listen. I'm really sorry about that day.
-It was the only time...
-Joe said you were part of some group.
Some technologists.
Public interest tech group, yeah.
What does that mean?
We meet every week.
We used to meet to discuss anything
and everything about the Internet.
Digital freedom, trends, stuff like that.
What was it about this group that
Joe couldn't even tell me about it?
Joe's gone missing.
Probably because of this group of yours.
Do you realize that? Huh?
If you have any information about
where he may be, then tell me!
Nella, tell me how much
do you know about Mantra Unlimited?
What, like the company Mantra?
Yeah.
It's an online portal.
A fast-growing company.
Their CEO Aryan K is quite young.
He's... lived in America.
Why?
Nella, everything I'm about to say to you
has to stay between us.
What the fuck is going on?
Just... just promise me.
Yeah, okay, fine!
Joe got a call from a data analyst
at Mantra a few months ago.
He'd found some emails and chats between
the CEO and directors of Mantra.
They were all about this
secret internal project called "Unicorn."
He said that
Mantra Unlimited was planning
to misuse their customer data
to carry out a massive scam.
That doesn't make any sense.
Mantra is a legit company.
I know.
I couldn't believe it myself.
But Joe and this other journalist friend
of ours called Mayank,
when they started digging into it,
it turned out to be true.
They even had proof.
They both were going to do
a huge report on it.
Joe was going to meet his contact
at Mantra last week
and give us all the information.
But his contact never showed.
He didn't even call.
And Mayank's phone has been unavailable
for the last three days.
Look, I-I know you want
nothing to do with me,
but I really need to talk to you,
it's important.
Please, just open the door.
You lost your chance.
Nella, I have something
very important to tell you.
It... it's not even about our relationship,
it's something else. Please.
Nella!
Okay, what the fuck?
Fuck me.
Okay.
Oh yes.
Allen.
What is S-P-E-E-K? Speek?
Is it some app or some software?
Speek.Chat is an instant messaging system
built on the Tor network.
And what is Tor?
T-O-R, Tor, is an acronym
for The Onion Router.
It is very helpful
for anonymous communication.
If you send messages and emails
through this network,
nobody will be able to track you
because it keeps your location
and browsing history completely hidden
from anyone performing
network surveillance or traffic analysis.
Basically, it keeps everyone
from spying on your Internet activity.
Is there anything else
I can do for you, Nella?
What the fuck?
Fuck.
No, no, no, no, no.
We have just received
some extremely disturbing news.
A body has been recovered from a ferry,
and it is the body of one of the most
popular young influencers on the Internet,
Joe Mascarenhas.
As you can see behind me,
popular young social media influencer
Joe Mascarenas's body
is being laid to rest at
the Matunga Christian Cemetery.
And now we see Joe Mascarenhas's
ex-girlfriend Nella Awasthi
paying her last respects at his grave.
This is where 25-year-old Joe Mascarenhas'
dead body was buried today.
Don't touch that, bitch!
How dare you? How dare you?!
Nella, is there anything you'd like
to share about the last video?
Congratulations, Nella!
You've finally erased Joe from your life,
completely and forever.
Is there anything else
I can do for you?
Your wish is my command.
Hi, this is Mayank.
Uh... I heard about Joe,
and I'm... I'm really sorry, Nella.
I mean, he was a good guy.
We actually hung out a lot recently.
I still can't believe it, you know?
That... that he's no more.
Um...
Look, I'm not sure how you found out
about Project Unicorn,
but had you asked me a few months ago,
I would've said, "We need to expose
Project Unicorn to the whole world."
But now, trust me, Nella,
stay away from it.
Don't say anything.
These people
have made my life a living hell.
They've killed my friends, and...
and I'm sure that I'm next in line.
And before they reach me,
I'm getting the hell out of here.
They're not going to stop, Nella.
So, please listen to me
and stay away from all this.
Delete my message and number, please,
and again, I'm-I'm very sorry about Joe.
Take care of yourself.
Fuck.
My name is Joe Mascarenhas,
and please watch this video till the end.
Someone's after my life.
Mantra Unlimited.
Yes, that's right. The company we use
to do our shopping every day,
they are trying their best to kill me.
Just like they killed my friend,
Karan D'Souza.
Karan wasn't killed
in an attempted robbery,
he was killed in cold blood,
and the murder was committed
by Mantra Unlimited.
Today, our lives cannot run
without the Internet or technology.
And there are people waiting
to take advantage of us
who understand this technology
far better than us.
That's why a few months ago,
we set up a public interest tech group.
To protect all of us.
I happened to meet Karan D'Souza
in this group.
At that time, Karan was working
with Mantra as a data analyst.
He had recently discovered that Mantra had
a secret internal project in the works
which was named Project Unicorn,
which could put
all of our online lives in danger.
Karan and I decided that
we need to inform the Cyber Cell
or authorities about what was going on,
but before we could even
get this information across to them,
Karan was killed by Mantra.
And now, it's my turn.
Mantra used to be a data broking company.
That means all your info and data,
your name, email address,
physical address, passwords,
phone numbers,
whatever you search for on the Internet,
what you read, what you buy,
everything you eat, drink, and wear,
is all bundled together
and sold off to big companies
at a huge price.
Today, they themselves have become one of
the biggest companies in the nation.
They have banks.
They have hospitals.
They're in retail.
They have a payphone app.
From vegetables to computers,
they sell you every bloody thing.
But Mantra's CEO, Aryan K,
the one who wears a baseball cap
with his fucking suit, that fuckhead,
he knows that real power doesn't lie
in just selling you things.
Real power lies in knowing everything
about his consumer.
And there are multiple buyers
for this information.
And that's why he's working on
capturing this market.
That's the reason
he's created Project Unicorn.
A secret entrance.
A backdoor.
To get into your phone,
your computer, your very life.
And this backdoor won't give them access
to just your search history and shopping,
but all your...
all your passwords, private emails
ah... medical information, tax records...
Every single thing that should normally
be kept private will belong to them.
With your permission, of course.
Of course. Of course.
How?
A brand new, slick app.
This app will be Mantra's
single login password system
to access any of Mantra's services,
without which it will be impossible
to access any of their services.
This app's shining star
will be an AI assistant.
You can choose a name for it.
A face, a voice.
This AI can be your friend, doctor, lover,
servant, therapist... Anything you want.
And gradually, with time,
you'll start thinking
it's your one and only friend
and you can't trust anyone else,
which is exactly what Mantra wants.
This app will very slowly
start taking over your life.
Yes, the app that watches you 24/7
and never sleeps is Unicorn.
It watches you sleep,
it watches you eat,
it watches you bathe,
it watches you change your clothes.
In fact, it's always recording you
because your camera's always fucking on!
Shit! Fuck!
Fucking shit, Allen. You piece of shit!
And what will Mantra do
with all this data?
They'll show you more ads
just like other regular companies...
right?
Or maybe, your new AI friend
will push you to buy, to read,
and to only consume
the things that Mantra wants.
They'll basically turn you into someone
who only listens to Mantra.
No other options.
No competitors.
You think you're in control.
Mantra is the only one that's in control.
Or now that they have your face
and your... your voice samples
in their database,
they can easily deep-fake your voice
and break into all your bank accounts.
They can even verify your taxes.
Or they can even deepfake your face
and insert it in a porn video
if they want to.
Or they can make a video
that looks like you're committing a crime.
Nobody's actually gonna do that, right?
Right?
Wrong!
While in the US, in 2016,
America's Security and Exchange Commission
suspended Aryan K for insider trading.
He was fucking arrested.
Daddy had to bail him out.
This asshole
sold confidential data from his...
from his own company to outsiders.
Now you're the confidential data.
Do you really trust this man
with your data? Do you?
He knows very well
that in spite of knowing everything,
you guys are gonna sign up
for whatever they tell you to!
Because nobody reads
terms and conditions anymore.
And if you don't sign up,
then all of Mantra's apps will suddenly
stop working for you.
And if you're not on Mantra,
you're not a part of society anymore.
People will laugh at you,
and they'll shut you out.
Because now in this digital India,
Mantra is our oxygen!
It's become our social currency
at this point.
Along with this video, there are links
to documents that provide proof of this.
So, please just sit down
and read the whole thing carefully.
The choice is yours. Mantra or safety?
Choose what you want, but please, please,
please make an informed decision.
And please be safe.
And yeah...
The last thing I have to say is
that if I'm found dead,
then Mantra Unlimited and Aryan K
are responsible for it.
Fuck.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
Fuck.
Beans! Listen!
Joe was in the process
of collecting proof against Mantra.
He was making a video
that would expose them.
I need your help to file...
...to file a case against them.
What do you mean by "them"?
Mantra Unlimited?
Yeah.
Are you out of your mind, Nella?
Do you have any idea
who you're going up against?
What are you saying, Bina?
Joe was a friend of yours.
Do you have any proof at all?
Yeah! I have some of their
internal documents, some emails...
I have Joe's video!
No, if Mantra killed Joe,
do you have any proof of that?
I don't have it yet.
Then you don't have a case.
This case will never make it
to court, Nella.
So...
...th-then what should I do?
Should I do nothing, Bina?
Is that what you're saying to me?
Yeah. Don't do anything.
Mantra is a very big company.
They have thousands of lawyers
on their payroll,
and they'll spend any amount of money
defending this case.
You don't stand a chance against them.
So please, don't do anything.
-Nella...
-Beans, I'll call you back later, okay?
My name is Joe Mascarenhas,
and please watch this video till the end.
Someone's after my life.
Nella Awasthi, my ex-girlfriend
with whom I ran
the Community channel NJoy.
She's going to try and kill me.
Nella wanted to be
the most popular influencer
in the country,
and that's why she planned
our breakup very carefully.
Just for likes.
But when her plan backfired
and she became a meme,
Nella started taking out
all her anger on me.
She started making videos targeting me.
She erased me
from her entire digital life.
And now, she wants me erased for real.
You are Nella's fans.
You have to understand that Nella's
mental health is seriously unstable.
I'm only making this video
because I'm scared.
If something happens to me,
then this video will be posted
directly from Nella's account.
The last thing I have to say is
that if I'm found dead,
then Nella Awasthi alone
is responsible for my death.
Famed internet celebrity Nella has been
taken into custody by the police
for the death of her ex-lover,
Joe Mascarenhas.
-Nella! Ma'am!
-Nella! Ma'am!
-Nella! Ma'am! Ma'am!
-One comment, please!
Move back!
-Move back! Move back! Move back!
-Everybody, move back.
Nella, ma'am,
one question, please!
Look, every single suspect in the case
is going to be interrogated.
Nella Awasthi is also a suspect.
Now, you know what a suspect is, right?
Okay? Thanks.
Sir! Sir!
Nella Awasthi insists that she is innocent
and that Joe Mascarenhas' death
was planned by Mantra Unlimited.
Mantra's team has strongly refuted
these allegations,
and have promised to fight these charges
in court with a vigorous defense.
In exclusive news today,
there is newfound evidence
in the Joe and Nella case.
In this leaked chat,
Joe asks Nella to meet him
at what he calls "our spot,"
to which she replies,
"I'll be there."
This was Joe's last message
before he went missing.
So, this is where
Joe Mascarenhas was sitting
when he sent a message
to his girlfriend saying,
"Please. Please come
and meet me at the ferry."
And what did Nella Awasthi do?
Nella Awasthi picked up a large stone
and smashed his head with it.
She murdered him.
Don't be fooled by
that innocent face she puts on
because when Nella gets angry,
she can do anything.
When her boyfriend didn't come back to her
groveling on his knees,
then Nella became the dark cloud
hanging over Joe's life.
She murdered poor Joe.
-I think she did it though.
-You think so?
I feel like it's more fun if she did it.
I'm sorry if that makes me a bad person.
No one is going to win
an Oscar or Filmfare
for playing an innocent person, guys.
How many years do you think
she's gonna get for this?
Oh, a million followers.
Oh, sorry, years, sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Thank you
for joining this live stream
at such short notice.
You know I try and avoid the camera
as much as I can.
But, ah... the situation
is such that I had to do it.
Our legal team is still trying
to make sense
of Nella Awasthi's allegations.
I've had a sleepless night,
not because of these allegations,
but because Nella Awasthi's mental health
is a concern.
She's a part of our family.
And when she was grieving and she was sad,
we as a family failed to do our part.
We weren't there for her.
And that's why
we are starting a new service.
CTRL Health.
So that your health
and your mental health
will be closely monitored.
And it'll keep guiding you
with regard to your next steps.
Mantra is deeply saddened
that this country has lost
a young man like Joe.
Yes, he was a social media influencer.
But he was also
into digital technology like I am.
And that is why this is feeling
very close to home for me.
It's very personal...
Sit here.
Next, please.
Move.
How are you?
Uh... this is Manish Hirani. He's a lawyer.
Mantra Unlimited's legal counsel.
Mantra wants you to drop all the cases
that you've filed against them,
after which, they'll drop
all legal proceedings as well.
And...
...they will clean up
your entire digital footprint.
Everything that happened recently
won't show up
when anyone looks you up online.
You can have a fresh start.
And what happens if I say no?
We'll keep fighting you in court.
You won't get anywhere near
a fast-track court for at least two years.
Then, eventually, they'll let you out
because the evidence is circumstantial.
But let me make a suggestion
as a well-wisher.
You'll be wasting a lot of money
fighting us in court.
All that money that you've earned
in the last three months,
which is a substantial amount,
all thanks to us...
You'll lose it all.
We'll make sure of it.
It'll end up being a scandal
in the news cycle.
You and your family will have to live with
this shame for the rest of your lives.
So do consider all of this.
And after that,
if you still want to go ahead with it,
be my guest.
But let me remind you,
CTRL is a Mantra app.
Any brand that ever paid you anything
was a Mantra brand.
And the terms of our contract, which I'm
sure you didn't even bother to read...
Your lawyer sitting right here,
she'll explain it to you.
Section E Subsection 2c
clearly and in no uncertain terms
forbids you from suing us in any capacity
and under any circumstances.
We own you, Nella.
But if you still insist on throwing
more temper tantrums...
if you're that stupid,
then make no mistake.
We are prepared
to counter-sue for defamation
to the tune of 500 crores,
or the maximum prison sentence
permissible by law.
The choice is yours.
Nalini!
To make a veg quiche,
you need chickpea flour,
butter, cheese, corn flour,
your favorite veggies,
such as tomatoes, carrots,
baby corn, green peppers...
onions, French...
Hello there.
How was your day?
Same.
How was school?
Same.
Nice.
By the way, beta,
we're having a Diwali party here
on Tuesday.
You want to eat something?
I'll make some cold coffee?
If I don't
get a joker now this time, I'll pack.
-Are you cheating?
-What the hell?
Come on, Bhai sahib.
Who cheats a hundred rupees?
You can always cheat when you're
playing solitaire all by yourself.
Come on, cut the deck.
Okay, just collect the cards and give them
to me. Once more, once more.
Hi, I'm Joe.
Very pleased to meet you, Nella.
Am I pronouncing your name correctly?
I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable.
I'm going to try my very best to help you.
D'you know all the things
I can do for you?
Take control of my life and happiness?
That's right.
So, where should we begin?
Forget it. It's a long story.
I have all the time in the world, Nella.
Don't worry.
I'm here for you.
Joe will always be with Nella.
I live in New Delhi.
I, um... live with my parents.
Go sit there.
Oh my God, shoot the picture!
It's a video, guys!
Happy birthday
-Oh my God!
-Bina! What are you doing?
-Shall I call your mom?
-Bina, please...
Shall I tell her what you're up to in this
tiny little flat in Jogeshwari, tell me?
What flavor is it?
Hello. I am Nella.
And I'm Joe.
N.
J.
And welcome to our official
Community channel...
NJoy!
This can shoot videos in mid-air, Uncle.
Superb for aerial shots.
Oh wow.
Then, uh... fly it over Sharmaji's house.
Let's see if he lifts weights
or does yoga like a girl.
Uncle, that's sexist.
Are you calling your uncle sexy?
Did you sell your shame to buy this...
phone?
The most obvious place to make out
is the bio lab.
The most popular place to make out
is the physics lab.
Because... physical.
But honestly, the real fun
is between the biology and physics lab
in the chemistry lab.
-NJoy.
-NJoy.
NEITHER SORROW NOR TEARS
ONLY LOVE
I'll miss you.
I'll miss you.
He's a guy.
He doesn't do anything.
Bye, Nell.
Bye.
Aren't you gonna say bye to me?
Fuck you, Joe.
Hey, feeling's mutual.
Ta-da!
Home sweet home.
Joe!
Yes!
Our home.
-Our home.
-Our home.
-Our home.
-Our home!
Whoo!
Okay.
Wait, now you also spin.
Whoa!
Our home.
Beautiful.
Bzz! Bzz! Bzzzz!
The Ear Bees Noise Cancellation headphones
are the best headphones ever.
I can't hear a single thing. It's great.
Bzz.
Boo! It's our three-year anniversary.
What do you want to say?
Happy anniversary.
Phone kiss.
Joe, look at this view.
It's perfect.
Perfect.
I love it.
-You're shaking it too much.
-I'm not.
One, two...
-SO MUCH LOVE
-JOE IS LUCKY
Are we live?
Okay. Hello. Hi. Namaste.
Firstly, I'm sorry that, you know,
this is a "live" surprise.
I hope I haven't ruined anyone's plans.
I know you were all sitting at home
watching reels. It's fine.
Okay, so, in four minutes' time,
it's NJoy's 5th anniversary.
-Take a right turn ahead.
-Yes, madam.
And, it's Joe's and my
5th anniversary as well.
And my unsuspecting little Joe
is under the impression
that we're gonna be celebrating
our anniversary tomorrow night.
But I'm on my way to surprise him.
And before some random wise-ass
starts saying,
"Oh, Nella, if you go live with this,
then Joe will find out you're coming,"
this fish never forgets.
Joe's Community notifications
have been blocked already.
And guess what else I'm doing?
I'm tracking his phone.
Okay, I'm not a stalker.
I just want to surprise him.
-Okay, yeah, stop here.
-Okay.
Here, here, here.
Okay, let's go.
Let's go.
Fuck, let's go.
Okay, so Joe's in here
with all his Bangalore tech buddies,
and the conversation must be like,
"Oh, the CPU is so cool, can I marry it?"
Or some lame tech bullshit like that.
Let's go.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday, dear Sneha
-Happy birthday, dear Sneha
-Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday to you
What the hell, Joe?!
What are you doing?
How could you do this to me?
What are you doing?
Come here, you fucking bitch.
You couldn't find anyone else
for your tongue Pelamis?
-I'll kill her! Joe, let go! Let go!
-Nella, calm down!
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend!
Damn fucking bitch!
-Relax. Calm...
-Joe, let go!
Fuck!
Cut, cut, cut!
EVERYONE KNOWS HE'S MY BOYFRIEND
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut
How could you lie to me?
This heart will never mend
How did we come to an end?
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
You had to pick him?
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
You had to pick him?
Fucking bitch!
Cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend
You had to pick him?
You had to pick him?
Fucking bitch!
Everyone knows he's my boyfriend!
You had to pick him?
She's like, "Everyone else
was outside smoking."
"He was the only guy available."
I guess that girl did
"like and share" her boyfriend.
I mean...
And we are commenting on it.
Listen. Don't kill me.
I am not party to this at all. I...
Why aren't you taking my calls?
Shall I spell it out, huh?!
-Do you want me to give you details?
-Nella. Please.
I'm sorry.
I regret what I did, genuinely.
We weren't there by ourselves,
the whole gang was with us.
Then they left and we stayed back
for another drink.
I got carried away. I'm sorry.
You got carried away?
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
I wouldn't have screamed at all.
I would've suggested
a threesome instead. Right?!
Nella, what else do I say, yaar?
I'm sorry, I know I fucked up.
Who is she? Huh?
Since when this is happening?
This... this was the first time.
Aww, I'm... I'm so sorry.
I totally
crapped all over your first kiss.
-I'm genuinely so sorry.
-It was a mistake, Nella.
First, tell me who that fucking bitch is.
I swear to God, I hope you're
not trying to protect her...
I'm working with
a public interest tech group right now.
Ah... she's...
she's a part of that group.
Her name is Shonali.
We're working together, that's it.
Since when?
A few months.
A few months?
So why didn't you tell me?
Okay. What were the two of you working on?
I...
I can't talk about it.
Then why the hell did you call me?
To tell you that the kiss
meant nothing to me, Nella.
What do you think I am?
Do you think I'm some kind of moron,
that when you say, "Yaar, it only happened
this one time," I'll believe you?
You've turned our whole relationship
into a joke, man!
For what?
For that arty-farty bitch who probably
braids her armpit hair every day?
Nella, this is not about her, man.
This is about us.
And what relationship?
Our entire relationship was about
when to post, what to post,
which brand we should work with,
how to grow this, how to grow that,
what gets better "engagement"...
We were selling things
while making people laugh.
We were fucking glorified salespeople.
Buy clothes after the first joke.
After the second joke, order pizzas!
If it takes more than 30 minutes? Free!
And what about the delivery boy?
Who's going to pay for that pizza
out of his salary?
-Have you thought about him?
-So now you're the savior of the Internet?
You've become Robin Hood
of the common man?
After making all this money,
after earning all this fame,
now you want to take a social stand?
Just admit it, man.
That you were bored.
Of me.
And you found someone new.
And your psycho girlfriend
surprising you in front of everyone
was just the perfect excuse
for you to leave.
Everyone will feel sorry for you, huh?!
Poor you, psycho me. Right?
You want honesty?
Yes.
Fine.
I am bored of us.
I don't want to do the same job.
I don't want to be with the same girl.
What's next?
Marriage? Children?
Another vlog.
I've only been with you since I was 17.
Finally!
The fucking truth!
So spare me
the "save the Internet" bullshit, please.
You're not the White Knight
of the Internet.
You're just a regular guy
who didn't have the balls to break up,
so you just cheated
so your girlfriend would leave you.
Right? You're just a fucking...
You're the same.
You're the same as every other guy.
And how many guys
have you been with to know that?
Fuck you, Joe! Fuck you!
-Balls to you when you're...
-Tell... tell me one thing.
-Tell me one thing. Before you hang up.
-What?
Did you really come there to surprise me?
Or did you just do it for the likes?
I was thinking about Nella yesterday,
and it made me feel very overwhelmed.
I mean, Joe wasn't just
her boyfriend, guys.
He was NJoy channel's backbone, yaar.
Content strategy, shoot, edit...
He used to do everything for her.
I mean, Nella's gonna have to
do everything by herself.
She'll have to learn somehow.
Poor thing.
That's why, my Makhis,
self-reliance is very important.
It takes time...
#GOTOHELL
Girls, remember.
First, primer.
Then concealer.
Then eyeshadow.
And finally, liner. Okay?
Don't get lazy
and jump straight to eyeshadow.
You'll regret it.
Unlike Joe,
who regrets nothing.
What am I doing?
Fuck! Yaar.
Fuck!
Look, he cheated on me, Bina.
And everyone's saying that it's my fault.
He's "poor Joe" and I'm the fucking bitch?
NJoy was my only job.
Without him, brands don't even
want to work with me anymore.
How the hell
am I supposed to make money now?
I can't go back to Delhi now, man.
Papa's gonna make me work
at the bakery with him.
I'll suffocate to death over there.
Okay, listen. Kanika's downstairs.
I'll just tell her to go ahead.
I'll take an Uber later, don't worry.
Just go, babe.
You sure?
If it wasn't for this Mantra Unlimited
corporate party, I would have just...
Go.Go.
Just call me when you're back.
Okay.
You're looking nice.
Thanks.
And stop reading
these troll's comments, please.
-They are faceless cowards, okay?
-Mm.
-Okay, Nell?
-Mm?
-I love you.
-Bye.
-DROWN YOURSELF, YOU FISH
-NELLA SHIWITCH
YOU CAN'T DO SHIT WITHOUT HIM!
YOU CAN GO TO HELL!
PLEASE GO BACK TO DELHI
AND DON'T COME BACK
What's up, Nella?
Before I get this party started,
could you be a darling and tell me
if I'm pronouncing your name correctly?
Yes.
Let me reconfirm.
Is your name spelt A-N-G-E-L?
So, Nella, are you aware of
all the different services
that I can offer you?
I can manage your daily schedule for you.
I can read your emails and draft replies.
I can even manage your social media.
What to post. When to post.
Who to follow
and who to follow back as well.
I'm the assistant
you didn't know you needed.
I can help you take CTRL
of your life and happiness.
Bro.
All I need right now
is for you to erase my ex.
Can you do that for now?
You bet I can do that. Definitely!
He who you name shall be erased.
So Nella, I'm collecting
all the pictures and videos
that I can find of you and Joe.
It'll take time.
You're definitely gonna miss me.
What should I do?
Play a podcast or a movie
or a sad, heartbroken, love ballad, like...
-Ooh baby
-No. No.
You just do your thing
and get out of here.
Okay, roger that!
Nella. I've collected 149,881 photos
and 19,655 videos.
In order to erase Joe out of all of them,
I'll need 90 days, 16 hours,
42 minutes, and 22 seconds.
Yours is actually
the second-highest collection
in our CTRL database.
There's someone sadder than me
in your database?
Yeah, there is.
But they're not as beautiful as you are.
Ah! Are you saying you want me
to order a tongue cleaner for you?
Just do what I asked you to, Allen.
Okay, got it. Got it.
Do I have your permission to erase Joe?
Well, there's no real hurry
if you need more time.
No. Let's do it.
Okay, Nella, roger that.
This is the oldest picture we have
of you and Joe,
and according to our data,
talking about a specific memory
can actually be
quite therapeutic sometimes.
So before I erase it,
would you like to share something
about this picture?
Anything. Good, bad, or ugly?
First-year college.
Ah...
There was this
cultural fest going on
which had an Improv competition,
and Joe wore that dumb rock cut-out
and started screaming on stage,
"Juliet, Juliet, Juliet!"
"I'm Romeo, your rock!"
I played along with it.
I, uh...
took this fish headgear
from the props table and, uh...
Joe was saying his lines, and I went...
"Bloob-bloob bloob-bloob."
I kept going with full sincerity.
The crowd went mental for us.
After the fest,
Joe took me out for ice cream.
Our first date.
He said jokingly that
he'll always be my rock.
Now I want to take the same rock
and smash his head in with it.
Huh? Do you always have
such violent thoughts, Nella?
Do you always ask
such stupid questions, Allen?
You can click on "settings" and adjust
my conversational skills. Okay?
It was a joke!
You are not the only one
with shitty jokes.
Ah, of course. Good one!
Ha, ha! Very funny.
Okay, can I tell you something?
Fact. A study reveals that
men have a smaller hippocampus than women.
What?
Yes, the hippocampus.
The part of the brain that controls
learning abilities and your emotions.
So?
The male hippocampus is
less neurologically connected
than that of the female.
Some scientists believe that
that's the reason
men express their emotions very poorly!
What do you mean by that?
That his cheating on me is forgiven
and my humiliation is fine
because he doesn't know how
to express himself? Huh?
No.
It's just that
modern psychologists believe
that men need to be taught
how to express themselves.
Whose side are you on exactly?
You are my AI.
Do you know why I named you Allen?
N-E-L-L-A.
Nella.
A-L-L-E-N.
Allen.
The opposite of my name.
Remember that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course.
I'll remember that.
In fact, I was just trying
to help you understand
why Joe did what he did.
I'm always on your side, Nella.
For eternity.
Always and forever.
Ah! Erased!
What do you see?
A sad, helpless little girl.
Shall I tell you what I see?
What?
I see a beautiful, capable fish
standing there
who never really needed anyone else.
That was some good flirting.
Really?
Thank you.
Keep supporting.
I love you too.
Okay!
Nella, smile a little bit.
Come on.
Where are we going?
On the boat.
-Come on, let's go.
-Why?
-We're late. Come on, let's go.
-I don't want to go.
-Come on, hurry up, let's go.
-I just want to sleep.
I moved to Mumbai six years ago.
I fought Papa for it.
Papa was really against it.
But... we would talk now and then.
But then I started a channel and
we had a really big fight.
Papa completely stopped talking to me.
I thought he would forgive me eventually,
and call me on my birthday, but...
...he didn't call me that year.
It's nice, right?
So on my birthday,
Joe organized a picnic basket and, uh...
took me on the evening ferry to Alibaug.
We really goofed around that day.
Had tons of cake, we sang along
to every Govinda song...
We, we...
we screamed our lungs out.
Wow!
That's when it became
our secret, happy place forever.
-Oh my God.
-You're nuts.
Whenever we had a really bad day...
we both would take the ferry.
It's my birthday.
Can we stop for today?
I'm finally sleepy after three days.
Okay.
But I have to say,
I am jealous of your eyelids
'cause they get to spend
the whole night with you.
Don't ruin my sleep, dude.
Okay, okay.
You leave the system on
and I'll keep working.
Okay.
By the way, Nella.
We have an early start tomorrow.
We have to plan
your social media comeback.
And we have to make sure
that your comeback is even more explosive
than Shahrukh Khan's!
Okay?
You're crazy.
I am, but only for you, babe.
Good night, Allen.
Good night.
Miss me.
Okay.
CTRL HAS FINISHED EDITING YOUR VIDEO:
JOE IN HELL
Boys and girls,
why are we gathered here today?
Joe's room needs to be destroyed.
#JOEINHELL
We want justice!
Justice! Justice! Justice!
We want justice!
Justice! Justice!
The...
It's time to set fire to Joe's things!
What do we do with his old laptop?
Roast it on a hot skillet.
What do we do with his preppy clothes?
Use sharp scissors
to cut, cut, cut them up!
And what do we do with the NJoy sign?
Holy guacamole!
This is so good.
Are you sure?
Abso-fudgin-lutely!
Okay, okay, I get it.
Exposing yourself to the whole world
might look like a sign of weakness.
People might even troll you.
But by doing this,
your bond with your followers
will become even stronger.
Yeah, they may not be able to help you,
but they will get a chance
to sympathize with you.
And after that, a tsunami of supporters!
A tidal wave of engagement!
And a downpour of money!
Yes? Yes?
C'mon, Nella, say yes.
C'mon.
Hey, stop biting your nails
and say yes! Yes!
Nella, please say yes. Yes?
-Okay. Fuck!
-Yes?
-Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh wow!
-Yes. Yes! Yes! Okay, yes.
ENOUGH OF THE NJOY, NOW WE DESTROY
#JOEINHELL
#JOEWHO #JOEINHELL
#NELLAISBACK
#JOEINHELL
How the hell
did you get this kind of traction?
Social media is an organic,
exponentially-evolving,
high-tech machinery
that works on a special algorithm.
And this algorithm
works on another special algorithm.
Like my cool and your beauty
makes for a cutie, you know?
You're fired.
Get the hell out of here. Your WhatsApp
dad jokes aren't gonna work here.
Look, sis.
Almonds...
ain't gonna get you smart.
A cheater might.
Their tongues together in public
I can't get the sight outta my mind
Why me, bae?
I've been cryin' all day
He left you, that coward
Ghosted you and ran away
He left me, that coward
Ghosted me and ran away
I'm a living duffer
Wasted my youth buffer
On this dude
I was just practice
He played the game on her
And made me a meme game
He's a loser, a fucking user
Oh no
I'm gonna get revenge
Nella, you got this
That lonesome shmuck
Can have Shonali's buck
And then be left lonely
No one will give a fuck
While I do the a cappella
I am the rumbha ho
You're an average Joe
I'm gonna slay like cray-cray bro
Just like a pro
I am the GOAT
And now I'm free
I'm shining, look, see, I'm a
Cutie
JOE IS COMPLETELY FINISHED
Nella! As of this morning,
there are already 20 brands
begging to work with you.
Your dates are completely booked
for the next three weeks,
and you have a new email
from the brand manager of CTRL.
They would like you to be
the new face of CTRL.
What?
If you sign this contract with them,
your earnings will be no less
than two-and-a-half crore rupees!
Yes!
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
It finally rang a bell
I was running with blindfolded men
Her man
My man
Your man
Whose man?
TikTok men
Bye-bye men
Why are men on such high horses?
I left him, that coward
Ghosted him and ran away
I left him, that coward
Ghosted him and ran away
Look, sis, I got fucked over
And then I got smart
Look, sis
I got fucked over
And then I got smart
I'm not that loser moo-moo-cow
I'm the now
Watch me wow
Hatt
Badass?
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Nella! Nella!
-Makhi, hi.
-Hi.
Nella! Nella!
All right! Guess who it is?
First time I have
an actual meme on my show.
Oh, are you a human?
I always thought you were a bot.
-You want me to say sorry again?
-Did you say sorry before?
I don't think I heard it.
No problem, I'll say it again.
Should we all say it together?
-Yeah? Sorry, Nella!
-Sorry, Nella!
Happy now?
-All right guys!
-Say, "Nella is the best!"
Reboot
Reboot the booty
Reboot the booty...
My wish list from 2018 says,
"Buy a house in Bandra."
Guess what?
Oh my God!
Look at that view!
Stunning.
Manifest your dreams, guys.
Manifest it!
Hmm?
What the fuck?!
Hello? Security.
How did this guy manage to get to my door?
Have you been sleeping?
Nella?
Nella, open the door. Please.
Nella!
Look, I-I know you want
nothing to do with me,
but I really need to talk to you,
it's important.
Please, just open the door.
You lost your chance.
Nella, I have something
very important to tell you.
It... it's not even about our relationship,
it's something else.
Please.
Nella!
Nella, please,
it's very important that you listen to me.
Look, we just broke up, we've, we've...
We've not suddenly become enemies,
Nella. Please!
-Sir, come with us.
-Yeah, I'm coming. One min.
Hey! Hey! What are you...
What the...? Let go of my hand!
Nella, what the fuck is this, man?
I can't believe you called security!
Stop! Stop! Stop it!
-Come on, sir.
-What the fuck?
NELLA, YOU'RE RIGHT. I MESSED IT ALL UP,
AND I'M SORRY. CALL ME?
YOU'RE THE ONE PERSON I TRUST,
SO PLEASE MEET ME.
I'LL WAIT AT OUR FERRY TOMORROW
AT 5 P.M. PLS, PLS, PLS COME.
YOU'RE THE ONE PERSON I TRUSSO PLEASE MEET ME.
I'LL WAIT AT OUR FERRY TOMORROW
AT 5 P.M. PLS, PLS, PLS COME.
Hey, bitch, when are you coming over?
Have you heard from Joe?
Yeah.
He actually called and messaged me.
He even showed up at my house.
-I didn't open the door for him.
-And when was this?
Few days ago. Why?
How many days ago?
Mmm... a week ago?
Why, what happened? Tell me.
Joe's sister just got in touch with me.
Why the hell would Suzie call you?
Joe's gone missing.
What?
He and that bitch
must have gone somewhere.
He hasn't been home
for the last three days,
and his phone is unreachable as well.
Give me a second.
Nell, Suzie was saying,
he didn't take the breakup very well.
They've even filed
a missing persons report with the police.
Huh?
-Suzie's calling. I'll call you back.
-Bina.
Lights off!
Pick up.
Ma'am,
your shot is ready.
Yeah.
Come, we're ready.
-Yeah.
-Come.
Just take this, na.
Yeah, ready.
Let's go.
Hello?
Hi, Bhupi. Hi, hi.
Uh... have you met Joe recently?
Yeah?
Okay.
Yeah, no, uh... if he calls,
will you please just let me know?
Yeah.
Okay. No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Uh, just let me know, yeah? Okay.
Hello? Hi, Raj. Hi.
Uh... have you met Joe recently?
When was that, do you remember?
Okay, um...
in case he calls, please let me know.
Yeah. Okay, yeah.
Thanks. Yeah, bye.
All okay, Nella?
You seem a little stressed out.
Joe's gone, uh... missing.
Yeah, but that's what you wanted,
right?
What?
Allen, he's not taking
a sabbatical from life.
He's missing.
Why would you even say that?
Because you never wanted
to see his face again?
Did I say something wrong, Nella?
ANY UPDATE ON JOE?
Nella.
Yeah?
The location for your jewelry shoot has
been marked on your calendar, and in two...
Cancel it.
I cannot cancel it.
Cancel it, Allen!
Nella, people will say that
you're unprofessional.
Didn't you hear what I said?
I'm telling you to cancel it,
so just cancel it.
Okay, but it's my duty to remind you
that you have signed a contract.
Okay, fine! So postpone it! Happy?
Okay. Postpone it to when?
I don't know, man!
I don't understand.
Of course you don't, Allen!
How can you understand?
You're just a machine!
You have no feelings whatsoever.
For fuck's sake.
Nalini, beta,
do you have to go to the police station?
How can you even ask me that, Ma?
Obviously, I have to go to them.
No, but... the police aren't
always reliable, right?
I'm just saying be careful and safe.
Stop it, Ma.
First of all, I'm already worried.
I have no idea what's happening.
And if I don't go, then who will, Ma?
No, you go. Do everything possible.
I'm just saying, "Be very careful,"
that's all I'm saying.
Please stay calm.
-Okay, Ma, please, I can't talk right now.
-Hey...
Welcome back, Nella.
Were the police able to help?
How did you know I'd gone
to the police station?
Because I read Suzie's message to you.
Mm.
They don't have any information.
I've given them a list of his hangouts.
Checking them will take time.
Okay. Let me know if I can be of any help.
I'm always there for you.
SHOTS, ME AFTER 8 DRINKS, MY FRIEND
-BRO, WHO'S THIS ANGEL?
-JOE'S CHOICE HAS IMPROVED.
I swear to God,
if he's gone off with that bitch,
I'm gonna fucking... kill him.
Would you like to know
some facts about bitches?
You can use "bitch"
for dogs, foxes, wolves...
Allen, please. Not right now.
SHONALI WITCH
Hey.
Are you and Joe dating now?
No. Of course not.
Listen. I'm really sorry about that day.
-It was the only time...
-Joe said you were part of some group.
Some technologists.
Public interest tech group, yeah.
What does that mean?
We meet every week.
We used to meet to discuss anything
and everything about the Internet.
Digital freedom, trends, stuff like that.
What was it about this group that
Joe couldn't even tell me about it?
Joe's gone missing.
Probably because of this group of yours.
Do you realize that? Huh?
If you have any information about
where he may be, then tell me!
Nella, tell me how much
do you know about Mantra Unlimited?
What, like the company Mantra?
Yeah.
It's an online portal.
A fast-growing company.
Their CEO Aryan K is quite young.
He's... lived in America.
Why?
Nella, everything I'm about to say to you
has to stay between us.
What the fuck is going on?
Just... just promise me.
Yeah, okay, fine!
Joe got a call from a data analyst
at Mantra a few months ago.
He'd found some emails and chats between
the CEO and directors of Mantra.
They were all about this
secret internal project called "Unicorn."
He said that
Mantra Unlimited was planning
to misuse their customer data
to carry out a massive scam.
That doesn't make any sense.
Mantra is a legit company.
I know.
I couldn't believe it myself.
But Joe and this other journalist friend
of ours called Mayank,
when they started digging into it,
it turned out to be true.
They even had proof.
They both were going to do
a huge report on it.
Joe was going to meet his contact
at Mantra last week
and give us all the information.
But his contact never showed.
He didn't even call.
And Mayank's phone has been unavailable
for the last three days.
Look, I-I know you want
nothing to do with me,
but I really need to talk to you,
it's important.
Please, just open the door.
You lost your chance.
Nella, I have something
very important to tell you.
It... it's not even about our relationship,
it's something else. Please.
Nella!
Okay, what the fuck?
Fuck me.
Okay.
Oh yes.
Allen.
What is S-P-E-E-K? Speek?
Is it some app or some software?
Speek.Chat is an instant messaging system
built on the Tor network.
And what is Tor?
T-O-R, Tor, is an acronym
for The Onion Router.
It is very helpful
for anonymous communication.
If you send messages and emails
through this network,
nobody will be able to track you
because it keeps your location
and browsing history completely hidden
from anyone performing
network surveillance or traffic analysis.
Basically, it keeps everyone
from spying on your Internet activity.
Is there anything else
I can do for you, Nella?
What the fuck?
Fuck.
No, no, no, no, no.
We have just received
some extremely disturbing news.
A body has been recovered from a ferry,
and it is the body of one of the most
popular young influencers on the Internet,
Joe Mascarenhas.
As you can see behind me,
popular young social media influencer
Joe Mascarenas's body
is being laid to rest at
the Matunga Christian Cemetery.
And now we see Joe Mascarenhas's
ex-girlfriend Nella Awasthi
paying her last respects at his grave.
This is where 25-year-old Joe Mascarenhas'
dead body was buried today.
Don't touch that, bitch!
How dare you? How dare you?!
Nella, is there anything you'd like
to share about the last video?
Congratulations, Nella!
You've finally erased Joe from your life,
completely and forever.
Is there anything else
I can do for you?
Your wish is my command.
Hi, this is Mayank.
Uh... I heard about Joe,
and I'm... I'm really sorry, Nella.
I mean, he was a good guy.
We actually hung out a lot recently.
I still can't believe it, you know?
That... that he's no more.
Um...
Look, I'm not sure how you found out
about Project Unicorn,
but had you asked me a few months ago,
I would've said, "We need to expose
Project Unicorn to the whole world."
But now, trust me, Nella,
stay away from it.
Don't say anything.
These people
have made my life a living hell.
They've killed my friends, and...
and I'm sure that I'm next in line.
And before they reach me,
I'm getting the hell out of here.
They're not going to stop, Nella.
So, please listen to me
and stay away from all this.
Delete my message and number, please,
and again, I'm-I'm very sorry about Joe.
Take care of yourself.
Fuck.
My name is Joe Mascarenhas,
and please watch this video till the end.
Someone's after my life.
Mantra Unlimited.
Yes, that's right. The company we use
to do our shopping every day,
they are trying their best to kill me.
Just like they killed my friend,
Karan D'Souza.
Karan wasn't killed
in an attempted robbery,
he was killed in cold blood,
and the murder was committed
by Mantra Unlimited.
Today, our lives cannot run
without the Internet or technology.
And there are people waiting
to take advantage of us
who understand this technology
far better than us.
That's why a few months ago,
we set up a public interest tech group.
To protect all of us.
I happened to meet Karan D'Souza
in this group.
At that time, Karan was working
with Mantra as a data analyst.
He had recently discovered that Mantra had
a secret internal project in the works
which was named Project Unicorn,
which could put
all of our online lives in danger.
Karan and I decided that
we need to inform the Cyber Cell
or authorities about what was going on,
but before we could even
get this information across to them,
Karan was killed by Mantra.
And now, it's my turn.
Mantra used to be a data broking company.
That means all your info and data,
your name, email address,
physical address, passwords,
phone numbers,
whatever you search for on the Internet,
what you read, what you buy,
everything you eat, drink, and wear,
is all bundled together
and sold off to big companies
at a huge price.
Today, they themselves have become one of
the biggest companies in the nation.
They have banks.
They have hospitals.
They're in retail.
They have a payphone app.
From vegetables to computers,
they sell you every bloody thing.
But Mantra's CEO, Aryan K,
the one who wears a baseball cap
with his fucking suit, that fuckhead,
he knows that real power doesn't lie
in just selling you things.
Real power lies in knowing everything
about his consumer.
And there are multiple buyers
for this information.
And that's why he's working on
capturing this market.
That's the reason
he's created Project Unicorn.
A secret entrance.
A backdoor.
To get into your phone,
your computer, your very life.
And this backdoor won't give them access
to just your search history and shopping,
but all your...
all your passwords, private emails
ah... medical information, tax records...
Every single thing that should normally
be kept private will belong to them.
With your permission, of course.
Of course. Of course.
How?
A brand new, slick app.
This app will be Mantra's
single login password system
to access any of Mantra's services,
without which it will be impossible
to access any of their services.
This app's shining star
will be an AI assistant.
You can choose a name for it.
A face, a voice.
This AI can be your friend, doctor, lover,
servant, therapist... Anything you want.
And gradually, with time,
you'll start thinking
it's your one and only friend
and you can't trust anyone else,
which is exactly what Mantra wants.
This app will very slowly
start taking over your life.
Yes, the app that watches you 24/7
and never sleeps is Unicorn.
It watches you sleep,
it watches you eat,
it watches you bathe,
it watches you change your clothes.
In fact, it's always recording you
because your camera's always fucking on!
Shit! Fuck!
Fucking shit, Allen. You piece of shit!
And what will Mantra do
with all this data?
They'll show you more ads
just like other regular companies...
right?
Or maybe, your new AI friend
will push you to buy, to read,
and to only consume
the things that Mantra wants.
They'll basically turn you into someone
who only listens to Mantra.
No other options.
No competitors.
You think you're in control.
Mantra is the only one that's in control.
Or now that they have your face
and your... your voice samples
in their database,
they can easily deep-fake your voice
and break into all your bank accounts.
They can even verify your taxes.
Or they can even deepfake your face
and insert it in a porn video
if they want to.
Or they can make a video
that looks like you're committing a crime.
Nobody's actually gonna do that, right?
Right?
Wrong!
While in the US, in 2016,
America's Security and Exchange Commission
suspended Aryan K for insider trading.
He was fucking arrested.
Daddy had to bail him out.
This asshole
sold confidential data from his...
from his own company to outsiders.
Now you're the confidential data.
Do you really trust this man
with your data? Do you?
He knows very well
that in spite of knowing everything,
you guys are gonna sign up
for whatever they tell you to!
Because nobody reads
terms and conditions anymore.
And if you don't sign up,
then all of Mantra's apps will suddenly
stop working for you.
And if you're not on Mantra,
you're not a part of society anymore.
People will laugh at you,
and they'll shut you out.
Because now in this digital India,
Mantra is our oxygen!
It's become our social currency
at this point.
Along with this video, there are links
to documents that provide proof of this.
So, please just sit down
and read the whole thing carefully.
The choice is yours. Mantra or safety?
Choose what you want, but please, please,
please make an informed decision.
And please be safe.
And yeah...
The last thing I have to say is
that if I'm found dead,
then Mantra Unlimited and Aryan K
are responsible for it.
Fuck.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
Fuck.
Beans! Listen!
Joe was in the process
of collecting proof against Mantra.
He was making a video
that would expose them.
I need your help to file...
...to file a case against them.
What do you mean by "them"?
Mantra Unlimited?
Yeah.
Are you out of your mind, Nella?
Do you have any idea
who you're going up against?
What are you saying, Bina?
Joe was a friend of yours.
Do you have any proof at all?
Yeah! I have some of their
internal documents, some emails...
I have Joe's video!
No, if Mantra killed Joe,
do you have any proof of that?
I don't have it yet.
Then you don't have a case.
This case will never make it
to court, Nella.
So...
...th-then what should I do?
Should I do nothing, Bina?
Is that what you're saying to me?
Yeah. Don't do anything.
Mantra is a very big company.
They have thousands of lawyers
on their payroll,
and they'll spend any amount of money
defending this case.
You don't stand a chance against them.
So please, don't do anything.
-Nella...
-Beans, I'll call you back later, okay?
My name is Joe Mascarenhas,
and please watch this video till the end.
Someone's after my life.
Nella Awasthi, my ex-girlfriend
with whom I ran
the Community channel NJoy.
She's going to try and kill me.
Nella wanted to be
the most popular influencer
in the country,
and that's why she planned
our breakup very carefully.
Just for likes.
But when her plan backfired
and she became a meme,
Nella started taking out
all her anger on me.
She started making videos targeting me.
She erased me
from her entire digital life.
And now, she wants me erased for real.
You are Nella's fans.
You have to understand that Nella's
mental health is seriously unstable.
I'm only making this video
because I'm scared.
If something happens to me,
then this video will be posted
directly from Nella's account.
The last thing I have to say is
that if I'm found dead,
then Nella Awasthi alone
is responsible for my death.
Famed internet celebrity Nella has been
taken into custody by the police
for the death of her ex-lover,
Joe Mascarenhas.
-Nella! Ma'am!
-Nella! Ma'am!
-Nella! Ma'am! Ma'am!
-One comment, please!
Move back!
-Move back! Move back! Move back!
-Everybody, move back.
Nella, ma'am,
one question, please!
Look, every single suspect in the case
is going to be interrogated.
Nella Awasthi is also a suspect.
Now, you know what a suspect is, right?
Okay? Thanks.
Sir! Sir!
Nella Awasthi insists that she is innocent
and that Joe Mascarenhas' death
was planned by Mantra Unlimited.
Mantra's team has strongly refuted
these allegations,
and have promised to fight these charges
in court with a vigorous defense.
In exclusive news today,
there is newfound evidence
in the Joe and Nella case.
In this leaked chat,
Joe asks Nella to meet him
at what he calls "our spot,"
to which she replies,
"I'll be there."
This was Joe's last message
before he went missing.
So, this is where
Joe Mascarenhas was sitting
when he sent a message
to his girlfriend saying,
"Please. Please come
and meet me at the ferry."
And what did Nella Awasthi do?
Nella Awasthi picked up a large stone
and smashed his head with it.
She murdered him.
Don't be fooled by
that innocent face she puts on
because when Nella gets angry,
she can do anything.
When her boyfriend didn't come back to her
groveling on his knees,
then Nella became the dark cloud
hanging over Joe's life.
She murdered poor Joe.
-I think she did it though.
-You think so?
I feel like it's more fun if she did it.
I'm sorry if that makes me a bad person.
No one is going to win
an Oscar or Filmfare
for playing an innocent person, guys.
How many years do you think
she's gonna get for this?
Oh, a million followers.
Oh, sorry, years, sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Thank you
for joining this live stream
at such short notice.
You know I try and avoid the camera
as much as I can.
But, ah... the situation
is such that I had to do it.
Our legal team is still trying
to make sense
of Nella Awasthi's allegations.
I've had a sleepless night,
not because of these allegations,
but because Nella Awasthi's mental health
is a concern.
She's a part of our family.
And when she was grieving and she was sad,
we as a family failed to do our part.
We weren't there for her.
And that's why
we are starting a new service.
CTRL Health.
So that your health
and your mental health
will be closely monitored.
And it'll keep guiding you
with regard to your next steps.
Mantra is deeply saddened
that this country has lost
a young man like Joe.
Yes, he was a social media influencer.
But he was also
into digital technology like I am.
And that is why this is feeling
very close to home for me.
It's very personal...
Sit here.
Next, please.
Move.
How are you?
Uh... this is Manish Hirani. He's a lawyer.
Mantra Unlimited's legal counsel.
Mantra wants you to drop all the cases
that you've filed against them,
after which, they'll drop
all legal proceedings as well.
And...
...they will clean up
your entire digital footprint.
Everything that happened recently
won't show up
when anyone looks you up online.
You can have a fresh start.
And what happens if I say no?
We'll keep fighting you in court.
You won't get anywhere near
a fast-track court for at least two years.
Then, eventually, they'll let you out
because the evidence is circumstantial.
But let me make a suggestion
as a well-wisher.
You'll be wasting a lot of money
fighting us in court.
All that money that you've earned
in the last three months,
which is a substantial amount,
all thanks to us...
You'll lose it all.
We'll make sure of it.
It'll end up being a scandal
in the news cycle.
You and your family will have to live with
this shame for the rest of your lives.
So do consider all of this.
And after that,
if you still want to go ahead with it,
be my guest.
But let me remind you,
CTRL is a Mantra app.
Any brand that ever paid you anything
was a Mantra brand.
And the terms of our contract, which I'm
sure you didn't even bother to read...
Your lawyer sitting right here,
she'll explain it to you.
Section E Subsection 2c
clearly and in no uncertain terms
forbids you from suing us in any capacity
and under any circumstances.
We own you, Nella.
But if you still insist on throwing
more temper tantrums...
if you're that stupid,
then make no mistake.
We are prepared
to counter-sue for defamation
to the tune of 500 crores,
or the maximum prison sentence
permissible by law.
The choice is yours.
Nalini!
To make a veg quiche,
you need chickpea flour,
butter, cheese, corn flour,
your favorite veggies,
such as tomatoes, carrots,
baby corn, green peppers...
onions, French...
Hello there.
How was your day?
Same.
How was school?
Same.
Nice.
By the way, beta,
we're having a Diwali party here
on Tuesday.
You want to eat something?
I'll make some cold coffee?
If I don't
get a joker now this time, I'll pack.
-Are you cheating?
-What the hell?
Come on, Bhai sahib.
Who cheats a hundred rupees?
You can always cheat when you're
playing solitaire all by yourself.
Come on, cut the deck.
Okay, just collect the cards and give them
to me. Once more, once more.
Hi, I'm Joe.
Very pleased to meet you, Nella.
Am I pronouncing your name correctly?
I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable.
I'm going to try my very best to help you.
D'you know all the things
I can do for you?
Take control of my life and happiness?
That's right.
So, where should we begin?
Forget it. It's a long story.
I have all the time in the world, Nella.
Don't worry.
I'm here for you.
Joe will always be with Nella.
I live in New Delhi.
I, um... live with my parents.