All language subtitles for Delhi Crime S03E03

It's hard to believe it's been seven years
since Chaudhary ji passed away,

yet managing his estate by myself
remains just as difficult.

-That's true.
-You're right.

And don't even get me
started on my sugar levels.

What do they call it? Stress.

Didi, you didn't make it
to Prakash's wedding,

but the bride you chose for him
is wonderful.

I only wish for the couple
to live a happy life together.

-Right? What else do we want?
-Very true.

Greetings.

I'm truly humbled
by the love you all show me.

You have always shown great respect
to the late Chaudhary ji and me.

Truly.

You know,

I was just 15 years old

when I came here after my marriage.

From Raxaul straight to Rohtak.
All alone.

At that time, were there
any women in the village?

Hardly any.

And your late godfather…

he seemed tough on the outside,

but he had a soft heart.

The blows of his cane transformed me
from a girl into a woman.

He would say…

"You've got no strength
in your arms, girl!"

"What thick rotis you make!"

But his strictness…

really toughened me up.

Strong.

After Chaudhary ji passed…

you all became my support.

And now, your family is my family.

Your sons are my sons.

And finding brides for my sons…

is my duty. Right?

Even in this temple of justice,

bullets were fired
in the very presence of the police.

This is a blatant attack on both
the Goddess of Justice and on us lawyers

Until the shooters are caught,

our strike will continue.

-It will continue!
-Our strike will continue!

-Our strike will continue!
-Our strike will continue!

-Our strike…
-Will continue!

-Our strike…
-Will continue!

Rewind a little.

Zoom in.

Looks like a 9mm pistol.

Yes, sir.

What do we know about the shooters?

Sir, we're investigating
who could've ordered a hit on Kalyani.

The CCTV footage is being analyzed.

Rahul, who is associated with Kalyani,
is in our custody, sir.

He's connected to
the Baby Noor case as well.

In fact, Kalyani was
connected to both cases.

Okay, keep me updated.

The Ministry has approved
your request for a special task force.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you for expediting this.

Vartika, let's get these shooters.

Sir.

Ma'am, they've covered up
their license plate.

Jai Hind, ma'am.

Please come.

Noor is in the ICU.

Khushi is currently in police custody.

She may go to jail for attempted murder.

And as her accomplice,
you could be imprisoned as well.

Khushi didn't do anything, madam.
She's not at fault.

But she admitted to me herself
that she hit the baby.

I tried explaining it to her.

She's only 14. How could she
possibly take care of a baby?

You married a 14-year-old girl?

Under the POCSO Act, you could be
sentenced to at least two years in jail!

Why would I go to jail?

I rescued her from the filth
and took care of her!

I married her and gave her a family.

Do you know what her father did?
He sold her when she was just ten.

-And her uncle, that fucker--
-Hey!

Kumar.

He brought her along under the guise
of marriage, and then he molested her!

Send them to jail!

Or send those who used to pimp out
that 14‑year‑old girl!

Khushi said that Kalyani
handed Noor over to you.

Kalyani again…

I've told you, I don't know any Kalyani.

Look at this.

She was shot inside the court compound,
with police present all the while.

You could be the next target.

Want some water?

Now, do you know Kalyani?

You know her, right?

I know her, madam.

At fifteen, I worked in a garage.
That's where she found me.

Ever since then,
I've been working for her.

Did Kalyani give you the child?

Where did she get the child?

Do you know her mother's name?
And where is she?

I don't know where her mother came from,
but her name was Shabnam Bano.

On Kalyani's instructions,

I dropped her at a farmhouse
near Rohtak, along the highway.

I don't know where she went after that.

Where was Kalyani sending the girls
she had acquired?

Where else, madam?

They were placed in brothels on G.B. Road.

The high-value ones, meaning…

those capable of having children
or performing household work,

were trafficked to Haryana,
Punjab, Rajasthan, etc.

Where were the girls taken after being
picked up from Azadpur Market on Tuesday?

To Kalyani madam's godown.

By now, they must have been
sent off to the client.

Tell me the client's name.

I don't know.

Who was she working with?

Who did she work for?
You must know something!

Well, yes…

Someone called "Badi Didi."

-I need a name!
-I don't know her real name.

The phone just showed "Badi Didi."

I swear, madam, that's all I know.

Madam! Madam, please listen.

Madam, please keep me here.

Sir…

Everyone, this task force is official.

We'll work together
and crack both these cases.

-Ashutosh, did you find anything?
-Yes, ma'am.

These are Kalyani's call records.

One particular number appears
frequently on the call list.

That number is registered
to a marriage bureau in Rohtak.

Madam,

Rahul said he dropped Noor's mother,
Shabnam Bano, somewhere in Rohtak.

Maybe that's connected
to the marriage bureau.

And it's the perfect
facade for bridal trafficking.

They brazenly traffic girls,
and nobody says a word.

-Sorry, madam.
-You don't have to be sorry.

This is a very serious crime,

and it has to be personal for all of us.

I'll go to Rohtak today itself.

-If you permit.
-You go today.

Does anyone have any information
on Kalyani's relatives?

Ma'am, no one has claimed the body yet,

but we are trying to locate
her next of kin.

Okay.

There was a hit ordered on Kalyani.

Any suspects?

Madam, the footage makes it clear
that Kalyani's shooters

were already in the court compound
before the session commenced.

They could have easily shot her
while she was entering the court.

But it seems
they were waiting for the verdict.

So, if Kalyani had been granted bail,

-she might still be alive?
-Yes. Maybe.

The people who ordered the hit

probably thought it was risky
if Kalyani remained in police custody.

Bhupendra, you and I will go
and meet my informant in Paharganj.

He might know something
about the shooters.

Yes, madam.

You go. Find Noor's mother.

And please be safe.

Yes, madam.

Here you go.

Vartika. Welcome back.

How are you?

Delhi's like a generous
mother, feeding me well.

Best burger in town.

Really?

Doesn't look like it.

Anyway, Bhupendra, London.

Okay, when these shooters
fled the courthouse,

they went off toward Talkatora.

Have you heard anything about them?

Shooters…

This was a risky job.

Police security, court compound…

No one in the capital
has the balls to pull that off.

We'll gladly bust their balls
even if they're from outside the capital.

Your colleague makes
a "hangry" impression.

Brother, some fries for our guests.

-London, London!
-Coming right up, sir.

Have you heard anything at all?

I checked the drug circles.

There's a hit man.
He's addicted to meth.

It's an expensive addiction.

He'd been hiding for months.

But just a few hours after the murder,
he bought meth worth 80,000 rupees.

That's very good.

Very good. Name, location?

Give me 24 hours,
I'll get it to you.

Okay.

Have you heard anything about
someone who goes by "Badi Didi"?

"Badi Didi"?

No, never heard of her.

Okay. Keep an ear to the street.
Let me know if you hear anything.

Come on, fix your hair!

Stand upright!

What is all this? Straight!

Hey, madam!

What's the matter?

Why don't you bring this
God-given hair to the front?

It frames your pretty face
and highlights your cheekbones.

Oh, wow! Let me see.

You did a great job with the blush!

Do mine as well. Come on.

Come on, sweetie. Come here.

Don't be scared.
Sit here. Go on.

You see, this makeup…

is a weapon.

Do you know what you use it for?

To keep men under your control.

Get it?

Next time you put on eye shadow,
lipstick, blush, whatever,

remember what I said.

Very good. Keep going.

You, at the back!
What are you two doing?

Don't pull it up, pull it down!

If you want good work,
you need a good photo.

Now we'll take Rani ji's profiles?

Right profile. Turn your face that way.

And where's that smile?
I wanna see those teeth!

Left profile.

Don't be scared. The camera
isn't a tiger waiting to pounce.

Okay, move it. Next.

Good. Come along, Sonam ji.

We don't have all day!

Yes. Chest out! Push it out!

Neck straight.

Sonam ji, smile.

Well done.

ACP Neeti Singh.

ASI Simran Masih.
We spoke on the phone, madam.

Welcome to Rohtak.

-This way, please.
-Here?

Yes.

It's locked.

"Matchmakers extraordinaire."

MATCHMAKERS EXTRAORDINAIRE

Shall we break the lock, madam?

Break into someone's property
in the dead of the night?

According to Sections 103, 153, and 165,

we can search the place
without a warrant.

Buddy, don't teach me the law.

Why would I teach you something
you should already know?

Enough.

Let's leave a bit of the decision-making
to the ACP.

We don't need to break anything.
This lock's already busted.

-Can you check the registers?
-On it, madam.

Gather up all this stuff
and record it as evidence.

Who's going to check this cupboard?

Pick up all the files.

-And I mean all of them.
-Got it, madam.

What have you found over there?

-ACP Neeti Singh.
-Yes.

Here are your room keys, madam.

-Which way?
-Right across.

-That one?
-Yeah.

The latch in here is broken!

We never saw a reason to repair it, madam.

It'll be done tomorrow for sure.

-Tomorrow?!
-Yes.

Hi. The nurse mentioned
you were coming.

We're trying to get her fluid levels up,
but we're not very hopeful she'll make it.

It'd be good if her real mother
were found soon.

Let me know if you need anything.

Khushi.

They're taking you to an NGO.

They'll take better care of you there.

Go on.

Didi, what's an NGO?

A reform center.

Can anyone even reform this bitch?

She attacked her own child!

Bloody bitch!

You hit your own child?
You bit her?!

You bitch!

Rot in hell!

-Rajani.
-Rajani. Age?

Sixteen.

Baby Rani.

Baby Rani. Age?

Seventeen.

Khushi.

-Age?
-Fourteen.

-Manju.
-Your age?

Sixteen.

-Sonam.
-Yeah, age?

Fifteen.

Looks like an organized marriage market.

Killing their daughters in the womb
is the norm here.

Here, for every ten men,
there are about eight to nine girls.

Of course, they have to get
their brides from outside.

The same two people
are standing next to every bride,

their faces completely expressionless.

What do these brokers care?

When they see a girl,
they only see money.

Even the girls must think

this kind of married life
is better than prostitution.

Either way, they're trapped.

So, are you married?

I was.

I married by choice,
and I divorced by choice too.

By your own choice?

We wanted different things in life, so…

we chose different paths.

I have a simple rule.

If a relationship starts growing distant,

it's best to distance yourself from it.

We've got just one short life,
so why not live it on your terms?

ROYAL RESORT

What kind of life do you want, ASI Simran?

I want a simple life.

Do my job well and help those in need.

At home, my husband
should make chole for me,

while I make rotis for him.

So, you're not married.

I have a boyfriend.

He's sweet,

but you already know
the nature of our job, madam.

We hardly ever get any time together.

I can really relate.

Can I give you some free advice?

When you're with him, be fully with him.

Be present.

Yes, madam.

When we're together,
we just switch off our phones.

-No disturbances that way.
-Why?

Busy making rotis and chole?

Madam!

Take a good look at these photos.

Do you recognize anyone?

Any bride or groom look familiar?

Maybe someone who knows Shabnam?

I don't know anyone from these photos.

But I have a friend
who might be able to help.

Sukhdev bhai.

-Shall we?
-Let's go.

Sukhdev bhai's food is very popular.

You'll get all those foods
that upset your stomach.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

We need a little help from you.

Sukhdev bhai, have you ever
worked at any of these weddings?

Sukhdev bhai,
we need your help with a case.

I'm looking for a woman
named Shabnam Bano.

I'm busy.

Sukhdev bhai, you don't understand.
Someone's life is in danger.

My life will be in danger.

See this?
It wasn't an accident.

The marriages are just for show.

Girls are nothing to them but goods,
mere products.

To whom?

Badi Didi?

Fine.

If you don't want to talk here,
we can always go to the police station.

-Would you like some pakoras?
-Fry us a few, bhaisahab.

Two plates.

Onion pakoras. Hot and fresh.

-Wow.
-Amazing.

Very nice.

Ask me what you want to know.

Do you recognize anyone in these photos?

His name is Sunil Ahlawat.
He owns a grocery store.

-The one at Baldev Nagar?
-Yes.

I don't recognize anyone else.

No one?

No.

You sure?

Yes.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, bhai.

Meena, there are four days left,
and we're still ten girls short.

I spoke to Khanna.

We'll pull through.

How much is he asking for?

Fifteen lakh rupees per girl.

That's too expensive.

Who else can step into Kalyani's role

and provide us with top-quality girls?

Look.

Khanna's girls are expensive,
but they're the kind Gupta will like.

Plus, Khanna is a man of his word.

At this rate, we won't make any profit.

We still have operation costs to bear.

And what about Bhai Ji?

We'll handle Bhai Ji's loan. Listen.

We have a decent margin
on the remaining 30 girls.

So first, just let me meet Khanna.

We need a new supplier
for future business anyway.

If we don't play this game right,
Bhai Ji's goons and the police

will both be after us.

It'll be okay.

You're with me, right?

Tell me.

Bhai, you said it was a property dispute.

So, I shot that pimp Kalyani!

But now the police are hot on my ass!

What have you gotten me into, man?

You were paid for the job, right?

Bhai, I'm not feeling this.

I shot her in a packed court compound,
right in front of the DIG of Delhi Police!

You will need to pay
ten lakhs extra for that.

Is that too much?

-Hello?
-Okay.

Ten lakhs… and our deal's done.

Alright. We're at Kamla Market Hotel.
See you there.

The house is on the right.

-This way?
-Yes.

Are you Sunil Ahlawat?

Yes. What's the matter?

Look at this photo.
Who arranged this marriage?

Ma'am, the local community
organized a communal marriage.

I'm running late.
I need to open my shop. Namaste.

Why have you come here?

You're Sunil's wife, right?
What's your name?

Janaki.

Your real name.

Aradhana.

These are my wedding photos.

Who organized this marriage?

These people.

Do you know their names?

This is Vijay…

and this is that pimp, Kusum.

Where are you from?

Gumla, Jharkhand.

How did you come here?

They sold me from one brothel to another.

And then… they left me
at a brothel outside Rohtak.

The last deal was made there.

From there…

Kusum and Badi Didi
sold me off as a bride.

What do you know about Badi Didi?

Everyone used to call her Badi Didi.

Her?

She organizes the marriages.

The photo isn't clear at all.

We're looking for a woman
named Shabnam Bano.

She was sent to Rohtak as well.

A woman named Kalyani sent her.
Do you know her?

I don't know anyone named
Shabnam or Kalyani.

Madam…

please don't tell my husband we spoke.

What if he finds out?

He'll beat me until my skull's
caved in, what else?

Why don't you file a report?

A report against whom, madam?

My parents, who sold me?

Or my in-laws, who keep me
captive here so I can bear them a son?

Wait.

Give me the address of that brothel.

Near Rajpura Chowk,
there's a mansion near the highway.

Aradhana.

If you'd like, we can
send you somewhere safe.

No, madam.

I've learnt to live here now.

Just catch those people.

I'd be grateful.

At least other girls will be saved.

-Yes, London.
-Vartika…

I found your shooters.

Go to Kamla Market Hotel.
They have a room there.

Second floor, room number 212.

Come along.

You're a cop, so I'm sparing you.

If you follow me, I won't hold back.

His face was a little leaner.

Probably in his early thirties.

He had a thick mustache,

like the ones
South Indian film heroes have.

He had a mole on his neck, right here.

Looks like you got
a really close look at him.

Yeah, he held a gun right to my head.

At least he didn't pull the trigger.

Bhupendra!

Madam.

Here, the sketch is ready.

Who is that?

The guy who held a gun to my head.

Bhupendra, this is the guy.

His name is Vijay.

Neeti sent this photo from Rohtak.

London, I'm sending you a photo.

The man's name is Vijay.

He could be militia-trained or an ex-cop.

Please keep your ears to the ground.

-Meena, wake up!
-What…

-That fucking lady cop was there.
-Who?

That bitch, DIG Vartika Chaturvedi!

In Delhi?

I'll have to take the girls and head
to the safe house in Surat immediately.

The farther I get from Delhi
before daybreak, the better.

Tell Kusum to get the girls ready.

And I should call John about the delivery.

I'll handle it. Go.

Go on!

-Is this the brothel Janaki told us about?
-Yes, madam.

Open the door.

Police! Police!

Come on! Hurry!

Hey!

Catch all of them!

Get them all in!
No one should get away!

Come on! Throw them all in!

Kusum!

Stop!

Move!

Move!

What are you doing!

Stop, you bitch!

Let me go!

Let me go, whore!

-Shut up!
-Let go, bitch!

Quiet!

Shut up!

-Let me go! Whore!
-Quiet!

-Shut up!
-Let me go!

Set me free, or you'll be in big trouble!

You don't know who you're messing with!

Yeah, we don't know!

Tell us who you are.

You work for Badi Didi, right?

Where is she?

Where is Badi Didi?!

What about Vijay?

Where are the girls Kalyani sent?

Where is Shabnam Bano?

You're messing with the wrong people.

Come on, call your boss.

Why don't you call your boss?

Where is Shabnam Bano?

Where was she sent?

Tell us!

Where is she?

Where is she?!

In Jhunjhunu.

What's her husband's name?

Tejpal Singh.

What do they call Shabnam there?

Sunita.

Where is Badi Didi?

Everywhere.

Yes, Neeti, tell me.

Madam, we have Shabnam's
location. She's in Jhunjhunu.

She was sold to a man named Tejpal.
I'll be on my way shortly.

Yeah, that's great.

Share Tejpal's address with us.
We'll meet you there tomorrow.

Madam, one more thing.

I questioned Kusum…

about the girls Kalyani sent.

She didn't say anything, but…

it's evident this mansion is being
used as a holding area, madam.

We found around 20 to 30 mattresses,
and it appears

a large number of girls were
removed from here recently.

Since Kusum won't say anything,
they're likely Kalyani's girls.

Any information on Badi Didi?

She isn't saying a word.

She's quite the drama queen, madam.

We'll have to interrogate her properly
back at the station.

Alright. See you tomorrow.

Jai Hind.

Jai Hind.

Madam, I'll handle all the arrangements
and pick you up in the morning.

Good night.

I'll inquire about the car and update you.

-I'll head to Jhunjhunu and return here.
-Okay.

Excuse me.

The number you have dialed
is currently busy.

-Please try again later.
-Motherfucker!