They framed the torn, soaked, scribbled-on index and hung it in their new office. Under it, Roy had written:
It wasn’t a treasure map or a secret formula. It was a single, dog-eared sheet of paper—the index of the film Double Dhamaal . For the five slackers—Roy, Adi, Manav, Boman, and newly-added Tattoo—this index was their bible. It was scrawled with Roman numerals (I. II. III.) and crude drawings of dollar signs. It was the blueprint for their greatest failure and, paradoxically, their only hope.
“This index is a liar!” he shouted.
“Then we don’t play Scene 12,” said Roy.
