Shoot on Sight Page #2

I dare say I couldn't

have done better myself.

High praise, indeed.

Here you are,

Isabi, the fresh stock.

Enjoy cooking.

See you next time.

Thank you, bhai jaan (dear brother).

You, again? Listen, officer.

This is harassment.

Don't you have anything

better to do, then trouble

an honest shopkeeper?

You call these prices honest?

Officer, can I please

offer you something?

Some masala chai (spiced tea).

- Assalum aleikum

- Aleikum.

You know, Rabiya gets our

favourite chai masala from Lahore.

Bade Miyan?

- Bade Miyan.

- Oh, no wonder.

I saw the press conference.

Hmm-huh. And?

Come on. I thought

it went quite well.

Who's heading the investigation?

No officials announcements, yet.

Commander sahib (sir), there

are no blooming cameras here.

I'm sorry. I really don't know.

The brass on the top floor

don't believe in sharing their

thoughts with a lowly Commander.

Especially, a Muslim one.

Yunus, I'm having a

good day, don't ruin it.

I'm going to run. It's dinner time.

Oh, don't forget the special

meat for begum sahib (wife).

Hey, bless you.

- Hi.

- Dad.

Oh, hey. Hey.

You're gettin' heavy. Gonna

have to stop feeding you so much.

Is it okay if I have

dinner at Zaheer's tonight?

That's okay. Where is mom?

All right, off you go.

Brilliant.

Hey, hey, champ.

You're forgetting something.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Bye.

Dinner will be

ready in half an hour.

What are you cooking?

Koftahs (meatballs).

Oh, great. Smells divine.

Got some mutton.

Oh?

Put it in the fridge, would you?

All righty.

Where is Zara?

She's at Vrinda's.

You promised she could stay over.

Oh, yes. Of course,

a house free of children.

Does that give you any ideas?

We'll have to be quick.

My husband's coming home

soon and he's a policeman.

Oh... you're worth the risk.

Oh, there's a letter for you.

I think it's from papa.

This one?

Huh? Zaheer is coming

here the day after tomorrow.

Look at you, the proud uncle.

My nephew, the engineer.

I like the sound of that.

Hello.

Yeah.

Where's she now?

Oh, all right. All right.

I'll be right over.

I'll be right over.

What is it?

Can I help you, sir?

- Yeah...

- It's okay.

Ruby.

Thank you for calling.

Sorry about the hour, sir.

No, I should be the one apologising.

Follow me.

Rave parties.

Different location every night usually.

Abandoned buildings or vacant lots.

It's very big with teenagers right now.

They think it's retro.

Anyway, somebody called to

complain about the noise

and we managed to grab

a few of them before...

- they did a runner.

- Drugs?

Yes.

Little marijuana, some ecstasy.

Yeah.

If it's any consolation,

she does seem very, very sorry.

So am I.

I was here when they brought her in.

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