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1 Do you believe in God?

God doesn't give a fuck.

Yes, I knew...

how they have fucked you over for 20 years.

Sometimes, I feel like I am God.

It's my story.

Everyone else is playing their part in it.

And I connect them together.

Bunty.

Where is Bunty?

Check inside your asshole.

- Listen. - Yes, sir.

I want Sartaj.

- Today. Right now. - Yes, sir.

I don't know how this world came into existence,

but I do know how it will come to an end.

Okay, all right. Move back, move back.

It's a gruesome murder. Must have been an expensive watch.

Expensive enough to get him killed.

Any witnesses?

None.

Sir, it's time for your hearing.

Parulkar will be pissed if you're late.

Just say what Parulkar wants you to.

Junaid had a weapon.

A homemade gun.

We warned him to surrender.

But he responded by firing...

at Constable Raut.

Constable Raut was shot and he fell down.

The boy tried to run away,

and Mr. Parulkar went after him.

We had the area sealed. He couldn't have escaped.

He pointed the revolver at Mr. Parulkar.

Mr. Parulkar immediately warned him to put it down,

but Junaid was going to pull the trigger.

Before he could fire...

Sir, before he could fire, Mr. Parulkar fired three rounds at him.

What the fuck were you doing?

Did you forget what we told you?

Tell me.

- Are you going to turn us all in? - What's happening?

Majid?

He was an 18-year-old kid.

Is there an age limit to become a terrorist?

We could have arrested him.

Is he new here?

He was surrendering.

There's so much filth in this city, Sartaj.

- We can't always follow procedure... - Can you say that to his father?

Have you ever solved a case?

Do you want to be the next Ramakant Jadhav?

- Google him, he tried to testify too. - Majid...

Go see a doctor.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Okay.

Don't come.

Tomorrow's report will state that you killed Junaid. Then what?

It's a good thing Megha left you.

He plays tennis.

Ever played tennis?

Ms. Megha is looking at us. Shall we go?

I won't ever forget

Neither will I

Once... Dad decided to take us to the Golden Temple.

It was a big deal for us.

- Visiting Amritsar... - Is the Golden Temple made of gold?

Listen.

The day we had to leave...

Dad was summoned to the police station.

There had been an accident.

A car had run over a beggar kid.

Someone had to go to the hospital.

Anyone could have gone.

But Dad canceled the trip to Amritsar.

I cried for days.

I stole a 10-rupee bill from Dad's wallet and burned it.

Back in 1990.

Mom slapped me later.

You know what my dad said?

"I was meant to go and see that kid."

I wanted to be like my dad.

A good policeman.

Sir, you worry a lot.

Parulkar has the Inquiry Commission in his pocket.

It doesn't matter what you do or say at this point.

I was in the street... blocking the exit.

He came running towards me...

unarmed.

- He was in his late teens. - Sir...

- He started crying when he saw me. - Sir...

Sir, save me!

Parulkar came from the other side.

He's surrendering, sir!

I yelled out that he was surrendering...

but he shot him.

Sir, everything will be fine once you solve a big case.

How will that happen?

In the last ten years, all I've managed to do is catch Sonu, a pickpocket.

Sir,

do you believe in God?

Who is this?

Speak up, motherfucker. Who is this?

I want to tell you a story.

Go ahead.

- Who was it? - I don't know. Some asshole.

Should I trace the number?

Fuck!

Forget about God.

Do you believe in magic?

Sometimes, I feel like my life is magical.

Are you crazy?

Why did you end up in the police force?

You wanted to be like Gavaskar, but you're handling Tendulkar's security.

Who is this?

You have to save your city.

I heard you love this city.

Who is this?

An old friend of Dilbagh Singh.

How do you know my father?

Listen.

Your destiny will change.

- You'll change my destiny? - We'll change each other's.

How?

If you tell them who called...

they'll forget about Sonu, the pickpocket.

Are you one of Ravi Pandit's guys?

Ravi Pandit is a little shit.

I wouldn't fuck with your sleep for that nobody.

Stop bullshitting. Who are you? Do you have a lead or not?

They're going to kill me.

I can't trust anyone in this city.

Then I remembered Dilbagh Singh.

Who's going to kill you?

How do you know Dilbagh Singh?

Mr. Sartaj, how I know him...

is not that easy to explain.

When I was 10 or 11 years old...

this day was decided.

This very moment... our connection...

you, Dilbagh Singh and I.

I could see my destiny in the water.

Ever since I was a kid, I've felt like my life was a story from the scriptures.

Like the whole world, including my father, was a part of my story.

The drought lasted for a thousand years before Sage Gautama meditated

and manifested the River Ganges.

In my village, the Ganges was known as the Godavari.

My father was a priest there,

but he was nothing more than a beggar.

Please help me.

Ma'am, help me.

Dad, is God everywhere?

Of course. He's everywhere.

He's in every grain of rice in this bag.

But he doesn't beg.

My father's weakness disgusted me.

That's when I decided that I would be the master of my fate.

Sir, the DOT is tracing the number.

He's somewhere near the Metro Theater.

Tell me more.

My mother...

she was very affectionate.

I don't know how my dad found her.

Come here.

When it was dark...

she was the light in our lives.

How is it? Beautiful, right?

She always made herself beautiful for that beggar.

Mom.

Mom, where did you get this from?

I knew this dream wouldn't last.

While my beggar father slept, my mother stayed awake...

and she slept while he was awake.

She was only truly alive when he was gone.

Her world would come alive then.

What are you doing? Are you crazy? Ganesh is sleeping.

So what? I want to sleep with you.

Come back when Ganesh is at school.

There's no school tomorrow. It's Sunday. I want to do it now.

What are you doing? What if he wakes up?

Let him wake up.

You're going to hit me? You son of a bitch!

Do you have the courage? You fucker!

Watch your mouth or I'll hit you.

Some of my childhood memories are still fresh.

Why are you crying?

Because I tore your shirt?

Your whore of a mother can buy you a new shirt every day.

And some of it feels like it never happened.

Like it was a part of my past life.

It feels like yesterday when I was running madly.

From the fields, from my home, from the Godavari,

from my father's chanting, and from his God.

And it feels like a lifetime

since I saw my mother.

What is religion?

The mother or the father?

Whatever it is, I was free of it now.

I needed a new religion.

Bombay.

What is it, sir?

Are you trying to find me?

Why would I be looking for you?

I'm hungry. I want eggs.

Should I get you a chicken?

Yes, I'm at the Metro Circle. Do you know the name of the building?

Sir, he's somewhere close by.

The next street has the best Anda Pav.

Opposite Kyani.

I'm right there.

Come, let's eat together.

You'll find Sunil there. Tell him I say hi.

He chops onions really fast.

Are you fucking around with a signal scrambler?

I have a story to tell, so I need your time.

- So I took you for a ride. - I heard your story.

Your mom was a whore and your dad was an asshole.

Watch your mouth, sir.

- Do you know who I am? - A small-time thug

with a small dick and no balls.

Call a doctor and stop fucking around with me.

RCN number 215578, 18th December, 2006.

My first case,

IPC 435, 28th March, 1984. Kailashpada Police Station.

Look at the records to know if I am a man or a god.

RCN number 215578, 18th December, 2006.

My first case,

IPC 435, 28th March, 1984. Kailashpada Police Station.

My first case,

IPC 435, 28th March, 1984. Kailashpada Police Station.

Look at the records to know...

Fuck, we're screwed!

Greetings.

I am speaking from Balochistan.

There's word that a faction of ISI has gone rogue

and is smuggling fake currency into India.

They are planning something disastrous against India with Hizbuddin's support.

I'm asking you to send help.

If you can get some Indian support for our freedom,

I can give you some names.

Sir, we're closed.

I told you that I spoke to Mr. Parulkar.

Come back in the morning. I need to enter it in the register.

It's an unusual situation.

You'll get a letter from the DCP's office tomorrow.

Did you hear that?

He mentioned Kailashpada Police Station. Did you hear that?

He's been missing for 17 years.

He hasn't been in India for 23 years. It can't be him.

He has 158 murder cases against him.

He fucked both RAW and ISI before disappearing.

- Where are the classified files? - In that corner. Row number 30.

He must be crazy to come back.

- Where are you going? - I'm going to hell.

215578.

215578.

"Ganesh Eknath...

Gaitonde."

Are you frightened?

What will you do now, Mr. Sartaj?

Why did you call me?

How can I tell you if you won't listen?

Where have you been for the past 15 years?

Singapore? Malaysia?

Right here in Zone 13.

Sir, it's a trap. Call for backup.

How will that help me? I'll be back to doing the same old shit.

Parulkar and Majid will be pissed.

Fuck Majid.

- How far is it from there? - Twenty minutes.

That's some speed. Are you in love with Bombay now?

We live like cockroaches.

What's there to love?

Try going out at night. If I didn't love this city...

I wouldn't have built my empire here in the garbage dumps.

This is what Bombay is now.

An empire amongst garbage dumps.

That's the beauty of this city, sir. Anything is possible.

In 1977, Indira Gandhi's Emergency reigned over the country.

The government was sterilizing its people.

But Bombay... Bombay didn't slow down.

Everybody found work here.

I benefited from being a Brahmin's son.

SATYANARAYAN SHUKLA UPPER-CASTE HINDU HOTEL - PURE VEGETARIAN

Shukla Seth, Hindu Hotel.

A regular meal for 8 rupees, a deluxe meal for 12 rupees.

Hurry up!

They used baking soda in the rice and fake ghee in the dal.

Why are you touching the rice with your dirty hands?

This is the Hindu Hotel!

People don't come here because we serve good food.

They come because everything here is clean and pure.

Everyone from the cook to the waiter belongs to the upper caste.

Religion found business in purity.

I made sin a business.

Bombay had a booming market for drugs.

I wanted to dig in.

Mandrax.

One pill costs 10 rupees.

Two for you and eight for Mathu.

Don't lick it, swallow it.

Okay.

Mandrax gives you the ultimate kick.

The craving for it will grow with every passing day.

It's the best business.

Mathu taught me how to sell.

If the guy had red eyes and dark circles, he would definitely buy Mandrax.

I could have been high on Mandrax, or under a spell.

Shukla Seth beat me black and blue, but I felt no pain.

Bastard! Son of a whore! I told you, no bullshit here.

Ever since then, I've known that I am Ashwathama.

I'm immortal.

Sir, you haven't given me my salary.

You don't do any work, and then you ask for a salary?

Work for three more months.

I haven't gotten anything for two months, sir.

You will.

My dickhead boss owned a scooter,

but he drove it like it was Isa's red car.

I'll tell you about Isa later.

I fantasized about his red car.

I wanted it.

- Eat. - Mathu told me to be brave.

Being brave meant becoming a sinner.

Don't think so much. Think of it as a vegetable,

not a dead bird.

Rip it and eat it like a jackfruit. Try it.

A chicken bone in a Hindu hotel can cause more damage than any gangster.

It's been happening since pre-independence days.

To create a rift amongst the Muslims, dump pork in a mosque.

To incite riots amongst the Hindus,

dump beef in a temple.

And for a devout Hindu, a bone was enough.

From the Hindu Hotel I learned how religion can fuck anyone over.

I had much more to learn.

I had to meet Mathu's boss, Salim Kaka.

Salim Kaka.

An Afghan bull, the king of gold smuggling.

My second father.

Are you done? Now give me the tip.

Close your eyes and chant "I am Lord Brahma."

What?

I am the alpha and the omega.

Everything will become clear.

Your thoughts... will turn into reality.

If God wasn't real, how would we have conceived the idea of him?

God talks to us through stories.

Our lives...

are the stories.

Someone is monitoring the call.

What?

You have 25 days to save your city.

Twenty-five days? What will happen in 25 days?

- Where are you? - I don't know, sir.

I'm almost there.

- Sorry, sir. - Don't hang up!

Fuck!

It's auto-erasing from a remote server.

- I don't think we'll get anything. - We have this, right?

I don't know what it is.

Listen, was there ever a garbage dump in Zone 13?

Garbage?

- Yes... - He said...

There was one, sir. A long time ago.

Around 25, 30 years ago.

There's a mall there now. DMD Mall.

You can try using dynamite, but this door won't open.

Save your city, Mr. Sartaj.

Sit on the chair.

Eager to nab me, aren't you?

- What will happen in 25 days? - Everyone is going to die in 25 days.

Only Trivedi will be safe.

Who's Trivedi?

An asshole. Fuck him.

Why will he be safe?

My father is going to fuck everyone, but I'll save Trivedi.

Which father? The village priest?

No, sir. I have three fathers.

All three of them fucked me up.

The first one instilled fear in me, the second gave me guts.

The last one, the one I loved the most, betrayed me.

How?

The first father was a priest. I didn't want to be like him.

The second father, Salim Kaka, whose eyes told me,

"Gaitonde, if you kill me, you'll become immortal.

You are Ashwathama!"

Hop on.

Sit down.

Don't utter a word.

I told you not to do it.

Salim Kaka was also known as the ball-breaker.

He'd squeeze the balls so hard that the brain would burst

and the person would be dead in minutes.

Salim Kaka had done this 14 times. Mathu was petrified.

So was I, but I had made up my mind.

You want to be brave, go ahead. I won't.

You told me to be brave.

This box has so much money, you'll never have to sell Mandrax again.

Do you even know what being brave means?

Those six assholes over there know what it means.

But will they do it?

You're out of your mind.

Put it down.

It's empty now, but it has killed two people. Keep it safe. It's done.

Salim Kaka may have been a smuggler, but he was actually a demon.

My conscience told me to free this fucker's soul.

We had learned the tricks of smuggling gold.

Now Salim Kaka was of no use to us.

You!

Motherfucker!

Why did you throw it, motherfucker?

Hit this motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

Enough!

Enough!

Stop it, he's dead!

Everyone was scared.

They looked at Salim Kaka's corpse with utter disbelief.

No one said anything to me.

No one shot me. No one praised me.

Does this happen to you?

When you kill someone, you visualize yourself as that person.

I've seen myself in every person I have killed.

Gaitonde, open the door!

Your game will be over soon.

Don't do this, sir.

My mind has never been so fucked up, and I have more to tell.

We'll listen to the rest of it in jail.

There will be nothing left in 25 days.

Come on!

- Harder! - Harder!

Raise the shovel and hit it!

Dilbagh Singh introduced me to my third father.

Go!

- What? - I called you up to return his favor.

Who did my father introduce you to? When?

Gaitonde!

What did you say?

Come with me peacefully.

Who did Dilbagh Singh introduce you to?

Put the gun down!

It's not over yet, Mr. Sartaj.

I told you, I am Ashwathama.

I won't die.

I'm not going anywhere till the game is over.

Come on, Mr. Sartaj.

Now we'll be together when it destroys us.

Holy shit!

Do you believe in God?

What's this, Katekar?

Did Mr. Sartaj kill him?

Why are you laughing?

- How did he get the tip? - How would I know?

- Don't lie. - I don't know anything.

How did he surface after 15 years?

- Do I look like an astrologer to you? - Why are you getting angry?

My wife nags me at home. I don't need it here.

Sartaj?

- What's going on? - I received a tip, sir.

Why didn't you tell me?

I had no idea, sir. I realized when I got here.

Go to the police station.

Majid will take over the case.

It's my case, sir.

Do you have any idea what happened here?

Ganesh Gaitonde has returned.

There's the press, there are other agencies.

Have you ever dealt with them?

"It's my case."

Just look at yourself.

You can't get away so easily, Mr. Sartaj.

You'll be back to hear my story.

Here, on this day...

I give you my word.

This is Bipin Bhonsle's promise.

In the next four weeks...

we'll make a water train operational across Maharashtra.

Every village and district will have water.

Long live India. Long live Maharashtra.

We have the home minister here, and to welcome him,

I invite our Member of Parliament, Mr. Rajendra Joshi.

I ask him to present our honored guest,

our home minister, Mr. Bipin Bhonsle, with a bouquet...

- When did it happen? - Last night.

Who's the DCP?

Parulkar.

Call him.

Ma'am, to your right.

Mr. Karan!

- Mr. Karan! - Ma'am, please!

This is my last movie with you.

You're the worst actor I have ever worked with.

Why? Are you going to star in Superheroes with Ranbir?

What do you think about the woman?

Looks like an escort.

When did this become a RAW case?

It's an internal matter.

- Yes, Mr. Bhonsle. - Did one of your men kill Gaitonde?

No... he killed himself.

I want a detailed report on this.

How did the RAW get involved?

One of my men is with them.

I don't care about that.

If he helps the RAW officers, you will face the consequences.

Don't worry, Mr. Bhonsle.

I'm not worried, Parulkar.

The Naxal threat in Gadchiroli is something to worry about.

You could be useful there.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

I can't get through to Jojo. I want my file.

If my name surfaces, everyone's will.

Constable Katekar got a bulldozer...

and we broke down the wall.

It was around 9 a.m.

I went in first.

The first thing I saw was...

a woman's dead body.

She had been shot in the face.

I went ahead,

and saw Gaitonde sitting...

in a corner, on the chair.

He was pointing the revolver towards me.

I gave him a warning...

but he shot himself.

Why did he call you?

I asked him the same question, sir.

He said he needed to talk.

Your father, Constable Dilbagh Singh...

was a cop when Gaitonde was active in Mumbai.

He was a good man, sir.

Any more details about the 25-day warning?

Who? When? Where? Did he say anything?

No, sir.

He just said that Mumbai will be destroyed in 25 days,

- and to save it. - Did he give any proof...

to make us take him seriously?

Maybe he had an agenda.

He killed himself, sir.

In front of me.

Nobody lies when their life is about to end.

Did he mention ISI, directly or indirectly?

No, ma'am.

Foreigners, neighboring countries, enemies, currencies?

No, ma'am.

Not even once.

Did he say anything about the lady whose body was found there? Like...

Ma'am, we've checked our database. There's no match.

Gaitonde was a womanizer.

- He was always with someone. - I don't think she was an escort.

He said everyone will die...

except for Trivedi.

Who's Trivedi?

I don't know, sir.

Take the report from Sartaj.

What do you think?

He's a low-performing officer.

He needs anxiety pills to fall asleep.

He's put on weight in the last two years.

He's hungry for attention.

I don't know how much we can trust him.

Why did Gaitonde come back?

- Is his old gang still active? - Is there anyone we could speak to?

Bunty.

His oldest aide.

He runs a construction business and is a TV producer.

Find him.

Did you decode it?

Do it quickly. E-mail it to me.

What were you saying about that woman?

She was shot in the face.

That shows that the killer was angry.

And if he was so angry, she was either his friend or his enemy...

not just an escort.

Can you get more details?

What happened?

High-profile cases like these ruin small-time officers like me.

Find out more and call me.

Sir, I got a call.

I investigated.

You have all the details.

If you support the department in the Bengali Bura case...

the department will support you.

Why, sir?

For killing Gaitonde.

You haven't even read the report yet.

Surrender your weapon and go home.

Sartaj.

Gaitonde said a name.

Trivedi.

Is it the same Trivedi?

What did he say about Trivedi?

Everyone will die except Trivedi.

- Is that it? - Yes.

Hey. Turn right.

People think that only cops take bribes.

Sir.

- Yes? - Sir, my son...

Shamsul. He hasn't returned home.

You told me to come back later. It's been days now.

- Are you from Bengali Bura? - Yes, sir.

He must have gone to join Al-Qaeda or ISIS. Go check.

Stop bugging me.

Get lost!

So annoying.

- Yes, sir. - Why did he call me?

Who, sir?

Gaitonde.

He could have called anyone.

Why me?

Who knows, sir?

He must have known your father.

- Open it. - Okay, sir.

I said you'd be back.

My story is like a scorpion, and it has stung you.

Until you hear the story of where I came from,

you won't understand this religious conflict.

We buried our gold in the jungle outside Gopalmath.

We didn't know what to do with it.

Mathu and I would stare at it like morons every day.

We thought we would be murdered if we took it somewhere.

And if we left it there, it would be stolen.

I even suspected Mathu.

I don't know if the leopard came to save Mathu or to tell me...

that I was not only the king of the city, but of the jungle as well.

When I looked into its eyes without fear, I felt like I was God.

It told me to think big.

Bombay is filthy rich. Ravage it.

In 1985, the mother died and her son became the prime minister.

He got involved in the Bofors scam.

I thought if the prime minister was dishonest

how could I walk down a straight path?

The plan to win over Bombay was clear in my mind.

First, find a rich man who can launder your money.

Paritosh Shah. My friend, brother, treasurer, everything.

Money made us very close.

One wife, three kids, and a tiny shop.

The fucker worshiped his safe.

Money was his religion.

And I knew how to make a religious man my follower.

The next step in the plan was to start a gang.

In Nagpada Masjid Bunder, there was a gang down every alley.

So, I came to Kailashpada. I found new members here.

Bada Badriya, tall and muscular.

He prayed five times a day and worked out ten times.

And his brother, Chotta Badriya.

He couldn't keep it in his pants, but he was very loyal.

Hey, take your brother. He threw up on my bed.

You motherfucker!

Fuck off!

I started the gang and then waited, like a cheetah.

Now we needed a sharp mind.

Someone who knew every shady motherfucker in the area

- and would direct me to the treasure. - You asshole!

Don't be a dick to the waiter.

If you bullshit me, I'll throw you out with the trash.

Get the fuck out of here.

Get out. I don't want any trouble.

- You don't wear lipstick. - I didn't put much on.

No one's told me to wear it before.

- I love red. - I love blue.

You fucker! You're drunk, get lost.

Get out of here and don't come back.

Get out of here or I'll hit you in the face!

I'll use my sandals.

Are you going or not?

- Ganesh Gaitonde. - So? Should I worship you?

- Get out. - I saw your place.

So what?

- I'm a regular there. - Everyone is. Now get the fuck out.

- I'm coming for a drink. - Get lost!

I'll come for a drink.

Then I met Kanta Bai.

She was brave, but she wouldn't help me at first.

I started a moonshine business with her to convince her.

Her liquor was top-notch. Her business grew tenfold.

Then she told me everything.

Kanta Bai said Bombay's riches were in its garbage.

There was a fucking garbage mafia.

Gopalmath's garbage dump stretched five kilometers long.

It churned out 70 lakh rupees worth of garbage every day.

Everything was on sale. Chairs, drums, the broken neck of a guitar, everything.

And Momin was the king.

My final plan was to replace Momin.

I want to build a house in Gopalmath.

In the garbage.

And I'll do it for sure.

The land you're talking about...

where Gopalmath is...

you were right. It belongs to the government.

The auction will take place here.

If you want your name on the list...

you'll have to pay up.

Double the amount. We'll have to bribe everyone.

I want ten plots.

You'll get them.

All ten. It will be done.

I'll have the papers ready.

Pay the money, and I'll prepare the documents.

Okay? I'm off.

You'll get the money.

But if you try to fuck me around,

I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs. I promise you.

There was a part of Mumbai within my reach.

And there was another part, alive, glittering, and unattainable.

- Where are you going? - Inside. Where else?

Do you know what's inside?

What?

It's the boss's den, man.

It's not for beggars.

Go get wasted in some shady local bar. Understood? Get lost.

Friend, we're not beggars.

We have a lot of money.

If that could get you in, half of Bombay would be in there.

Know your place and fuck off.

Just as the Taj Mahal enchants people when they see it for the first time,

I felt the same when I saw Isa for the first time.

The only difference was that people take photos of the Taj Mahal.

I wanted to bring Isa down.

Who was that guy who just went inside?

Suleiman Isa. Have you heard of him?

Suleiman Isa.

I couldn't get my mind off his nice car and the pretty lady.

Hey, get out of the way!

Listen, you asshole...

all your talk of buying my land...

will get you killed.

Shut up and get the fuck out of here.

If I ever see you again...

Fucker!

Police Inspector Parulkar.

Congratulations.

Your first case has been registered at the Kailashpada Police Station.

IPC 435.

Do you have a lot of money?

Is it too heavy?

Where do you live?

Gopalmath.

That's a garbage dump.

Fucking swine. No wonder you stink.

Around here, I see beggars like you end up dead every day.

Leave Kailashpada.

What did you think?

That you would come here and become a big man with your money?

Millions of people come here every day and creep into the sewage like bugs.

They get squashed.

If you want to stay alive, you need to be brave.

If you want to be a big man, you need to be brave.

You're packing?

You can come if you want to.

Where are you going?

Back home.

Why?

Are you done?

Let it be.

Are you scared? Tell me.

- Tell me. - Yes, I'm scared!

I don't want to die in a brawl.

Mathu left for his village.

Parulkar had spotted me.

My name was in his files now.

The municipality guy, Talpade, took my money and told Momin about me.

The municipality was Momin's. Parulkar was Momin's.

Kailashpada was Momin's. I was losing everything.

Momin?

He wants us both to leave.

The municipality guy, Talpade, was the first to die.

Then there was the fuel.

Momin's business, worth 20 crore rupees, was reduced to ashes overnight,

and his body was never found.

The smoke hung thick over Bombay for five days.

From Borivali to Byculla, everyone knew that Kailashpada had a new boss.

Ganesh Gaitonde.

Hello, Mom.

You haven't slept yet?

We both have this problem.

We don't get enough sleep.

Your father was the only one who slept soundly.

Switch off the TV and you'll be able to sleep.

Gaitonde is all over the news.

Weren't you there?

Some of your officers were there, including Parulkar.

He's in your department, isn't he?

- Yes. - It would've been nice to see you.

I thought I missed it.

No, Mom, you didn't.

I wasn't there.

When are you coming home? It's been seven months.

Yes, Mom. I'll come home soon.

- I'll talk to you later. Bye. - Bye.

Fucker.

Is your Istanbul posting confirmed?

All the action is there.

Doesn't seem like it.

What do you mean?

Still obsessed with working in the field?

If a man wants to work in the field, it's passion.

If a woman wants to, it's obsession.

You're a good analyst, do what you do best.

Did you find out about Gaitonde's man? Bunty, the one in construction?

All his offices and bank accounts have been sealed.

Let's see, we need to push more.

He must be waiting for things to settle.

If he comes out now, a rival gang will kill him.

Markand, there is no rival gang.

If I say something, you won't take it badly?

You don't want to prove yourself in the field.

I think you're doing this because your father died in the field.

I've been hearing that since the academy.

It's been 16 years.

Listen, take me to the office.

Easy!

Oh, dear. It's all black and blue.

It's infected.

When is the government going to give you the money for the treatment?

I inquired yesterday. The documents have been submitted to the ministry.

"The documents have been submitted to the ministry."

It's been ten years since 26/11.

Why did you take the bullet? Why did you risk your life?

And what did you get? A trophy and that's it.

My dear, you've been telling me this every night for the past ten years.

Am I sitting in the police station now?

I am here, in our house, with you.

Why are you nagging me?

I'm nagging?

That Sikh has performed black magic on you.

Hey. - What "hey"?

Do you get overtime to wander around with him?

His wife left him and now you're stuck with him all day.

- Yes, sir. - I've found her car.

I'll send you the license number.

Find out who the owner is.

Okay, sir.

What do you want?

I have a little work matter. It's urgent.

You're screwed, and now you want me to be screwed as well.

I didn't come here to beg.

It's important, and it won't take more than five minutes.

Mr. Sartaj is stuck. This is a huge case. We just need a little help.

Hurry up!

- Holy shit. - Does it hurt?

I don't know what to do.

My wife says that a trip to Shirdi will fix everything.

We don't have the money to pay for better treatment.

Did Parulkar say anything?

"Lie in court and you'll be fine...

speak the truth and get fucked."

Then do it, sir.

- Lie? - Yes.

These Bengali Bura Bangladeshis... Motherfuckers.

Why fight the department for them?

Bastards, who knows what they eat?

They drive like crazy during Eid.

That's how they are. Motherfuckers.

There's nowhere to breathe in Mumbai.

- Is it that suffocating? - Yes.

And when Zoya Mirza's film premieres?

You're first in the line.

That's different, sir.

Katekar.

Holy shit.

It's done.

I'm leaving. Keep an eye on him.

Where is he?

Mr. Sartaj.

Fuck!

Fuck you!

Majid, don't be a traitor.

I'm following the RAW officer's instructions.

Stop bullshitting.

Check the room.

I said shut up.

Just go and check.

You got that?

If I tell Parulkar you're here despite being suspended,

you will be fucked.

Stop licking Parulkar's ass, Majid. You were the best at the academy.

Worry about your own ass. I'll show you.

Okay, call him.

Tell the RAW officer what you were doing while I was solving the case.

Long live India, sir.

Yes, sir.

Looks like all of the fake currency is stored here.

- How did you trace it? - I tracked her car.

Can you find out more about Jojo Mascarenhas?

Ma'am, what's going on?

We have intel on an operation involving fake currency.

Gaitonde's warning could be linked to this.

I've been suspended from work.

If Mr. Parulkar finds out about this, I'll lose my job.

You wouldn't be here if your job meant so much to you.

Find out what Jojo was doing there.

What was Gaitonde talking about? The 25-day warning?

And Trivedi... Who is Trivedi?

There are too many questions, and we are running out of time.

Ma'am, it's an emergency.

Sartaj.

I'm sending a team to seize the currency.

What happened?

Did anyone go inside?

Let me see him.

What the fuck?

She won't leave until I throw this on her head.

What the fuck...?

Yes, sir.

I came to Mumbai because this is where my dreams could be realized.

I'm friends with top models, actresses, and movie stars.

- Who is that girl? - Must be one of her hoes.

Clients.

Holy shit! Sir, that's her...

- Nayanika. - Who?

Nayanika Sehgal. She's a TV star.

The Super Eye.

She is famous.

- Her? - Yeah.

Your mother is a fan of my show, right?

Yes, she watches every episode.

And you?

I'll watch your show now.

Do you want an autograph?

Who are you?

Inspector Sartaj Singh.

Mumbai Police.

I want to ask you a few questions.

Jojo is my manager. She handles my work.

What kind of work?

Well, TV, commercials...

I just shot a commercial for Scooter incense sticks.

And?

What else?

Does she send you to clients?

Who did she send you to?

Nayanika...

we want to help you.

Don't be scared.

Was Ganesh Gaitonde one of your clients?

Then who?

Jojo has been murdered.

She's dead.

You don't have to be scared of her anymore.

I'm not scared of her, Mr. Sartaj.

Then who?

She gets calls from different numbers every night.

All the numbers are different. No repeats.

Did she say anything?

She was too scared. She said nothing.

Sir, I spoke to the retired constables.

They said that your father had nothing to do with Gaitonde.

Here she comes.

The gangster you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.

The gate is closed.

Please try again later.

To link your Social Security Number...

Shut up.

What a place, sir!

Look at this fucker's bed.

My entire family can sleep on it.

Velvet handcuffs.

Just like the ones the cops use.

Have you ever used these?

We don't even have room for a bed. Where would we keep these?

People have weird fantasies.

If I take these home, my wife will hang me from the ceiling.

She will hang me upside down and set me on fire!

Holy shit! What is all this?

It's called S&M.

What?

These are used for pleasure. They are tied to the bed.

You can have pleasure in pain and pain in pleasure.

Let's get these for our police station. Pain and pleasure at the same time.

Who is this psychopath?

Bunty. Some called him a pervert and others, an animal.

But no one really understood him.

His veins had hatred running through them.

Especially for Muslims.

He triggered the Hindu-Muslim conflict in my gang.

It was Bunty who created all the chaos.

Hit harder!

Hey, asshole... someone posted your bail.

Hey, sign here!

Hey!

Why are you running away from me? Are you embarrassed?

Are you late for your clients? Do you work round the clock?

You should thank me for bailing you out, you motherfucker!

How many men did you fuck to bail me out?

I got into this because of you. Have you ever earned a penny in your life?

You are lucky we are at the police station, bitch!

Boss wants to see you.

Who is that?

Do you only use talcum powder? Don't you have perfumes?

It has a fragrance. I'll spray it later.

Mr. Isa only uses imported perfumes.

He gets loads of it...

every month.

Bitch. You don't deserve imported perfumes.

Boss, I've brought the guy from the mill.

You guys can continue.

You will not fuck around in my area... without my permission.

Yes, boss.

Gather your men.

He will tell you what to do.

Boss, I know what to do.

My men are ready to die for you.

Learn your job first.

I will ask you for favors later.

Yes, boss.

- What's your name? - Bunty.

My official name is Deepak Shinde, but everyone here calls me Bunty.

Every asshole in the city knew me as the king of trash.

But I was way ahead of them. I had a beast like Bunty on my side.

It was time to mess with Isa.

What was it you said last time?

"Know your worth."

Kukoo... She was magical.

Whoever won over Kukoo, ruled Bombay. That's what I heard.

Isa was invincible, nothing could kill him.

To defeat him, I had to take Kukoo away.

Hey, baby.

Come with me.

- Where will you take me? - To paradise.

I am paradise.

Those who want to see paradise...

they come to me.

Besides, you look like shit.

What do you do?

I have just begun.

Where do you want to go? I'll drop you off.

Do you know the guy in the red car?

Suleiman Isa.

If he finds out what you just told me...

he will chop you into pieces.

Do you belong to him?

- Kukoo doesn't belong to anyone. - Prove it. Come with me.

Isa's reign is over.

It's my time now.

Think about it.

The movie has just begun...

and I've met my girl in the very first scene.

If you come with me, we'll have a great time.

If the girl leaves with her man in the first scene,

the movie will be a flop.

The film can only be fantastic

when the bad guy loses the girl to the good guy.

You want to be the good guy, right? So, stop being a jerk.

Kukoo only falls for action.

That's when I realized why the leaders of Bombay were smitten by Kukoo.

She wasn't the prize. She was the road to victory.

I didn't know then that the Bombay we were fighting for

would never belong to anyone.

Isa and I would destroy it, and with it, I would lose my life.

I was obsessed with Kukoo,

and the nation was obsessed with its temples.

Meanwhile, my third father was wreaking havoc in others' lives

before coming into mine.

Atapi and Vatapi were demon brothers.

Atapi...

targeted wandering travelers

by inviting them to his home with great affection.

"Please come to my home.

Perhaps you're hungry. I'll offer you tasty food."

BREAKING NEWS

The travelers would agree happily.

Meanwhile...

BABRI MASJID'S GATES UNLOCKED IN AYODHYA MUSLIM COMMUNITY IN TURMOIL

...Vatapi, with the help of mystical and demonic powers,

would assume the form of a goat.

- What form? - A goat's.

A goat's form.

The guests would devour the goat meat and feel contented.

At that point, Atapi would call out to his brother.

"Vatapi! Come out!"

Immediately,

Vatapi would tear open the guest's stomach and emerge.

The traveler would die.

And then the brothers, Atapi and Vatapi, would rejoice.

This is what religions are all about.

Entice the travelers, feed them,

and then kill them.

Jews and Muslims, Christians and Muslims,

Hindus and Muslims...

All are victims of Atapi and Vatapi.

- Whose victims? - Atapi and Vatapi's.

Atapi and Vatapi's.

All of them.

I brought this for you.

Are you a big man now?

Very big.

You are, indeed.

Look closely. Parveen Babi wore this in the movie Shaan.

It's fake.

It's genuine. The same piece of jewelry.

Where did you get it?

I found it for you.

I killed a few merchants.

I can do anything for you.

How did you know that I like Parveen Babi?

The same face. The same eyes.

The same figure. Exactly the same.

Do you like Parveen Babi?

If I didn't, I wouldn't have dared to do this.

I watched the movie Deewaar eight times.

My dream is to see you light two cigarettes

and offer me one in my bed.

You have the same pain in your eyes as Parveen Babi's.

- What kind of pain? - The same pain.

Everyone sees you, but no one understands you.

But I do.

Totally.

Move, motherfucker!

Go! Go!

We waited a long time, ready for Isa to exact his revenge.

But he never showed up. Because he was a bastard.

He was in no hurry.

He had a plan to strike back harder.

Kukoo fell into my lap like she had always been mine.

The news was all over Bombay that finally Isa had competition.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GAITONDE SIR

As a kid, I never celebrated my birthday.

But that year, even Bollywood star Mithun's impersonator

danced at my party.

And that was the first time I saw Bipin Bhonsle.

He ran a local Hindu committee in Kailashpada,

but dreamt of forming his own political party.

Nobody thought this imbecile would become the next home minister.

That garland is worth 5000 rupees. And he didn't even ask for my name.

It was a waste of time.

This is Mumbai. Anything is possible here.

A filthy dog is going to take a shit on the whole city.

Bipin Bhonsle, sir.

I will be contesting the election...

Bhonsle, Parulkar, and the other asshole Trivedi.

If I knew how badly they would fuck me over later,

I would have killed them that very day.

What else did you find in Trivedi's house?

Everything was in order.

The papers were on the table. The milk was in the refrigerator.

If there was no milk in his house, it would mean something was wrong.

You wouldn't understand.

Where do I put this?

Here, sir.

Trivedi.

An old friend of Bhonsle's. This is a 25-year-old photograph.

Find out where he is.

Yes, sir.

The RAW officer has kept Sartaj busy.

Let her.

He'll be back to fix your nose.

Majid.

Can this 5-star hotel be attacked?

I mean, for serving this.

Not while I'm here.

I heard that you're working on a big superhero film.

But... you're the real superhero.

Actually, I wanted access to Jojo Mascarenhas' apartment.

It's not under the Mumbai police's jurisdiction.

The RAW officers have seized everything.

What do you want from there?

Small-town girls tend to make mistakes.

Something like that.

Please, two minutes.

We have Bunty Sharma's record.

Violence against women, rape...

There are many charges against him.

But he's still a free bird, and I am not.

I'll say it again, cooperate with us.

Tell me what you know about Bunty.

I know Bunty is the producer of your show.

Don't worry.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

Bunty always talks about leaving Mumbai.

He says he has one last job to finish before leaving.

What kind of job?

I don't know.

A job for Gaitonde?

No, he never mentioned that name.

Did he mention a date?

No.

He said he would leave in 20-25 days.

Where to?

He didn't say.

He says he'll take me with him.

And?

I don't want to go.

You won't.

We'll help you...

if you help us get Bunty.

You don't have to do much.

The next time he calls you, inform us before you go to him.

- No. - Even he...

- I don't want to go. - Listen...

Listen. Don't be scared.

He won't learn about it.

Ma'am, why are we sending her back to Bunty instead of protecting her?

If Bunty calls her and she doesn't go, he'll get suspicious and go into hiding.

- There has to be another way. - We don't have the time.

We only have 21 days.

We'll keep her safe.

The camera in this bag will live-stream everything.

Make sure not to cover its view. Keep this next to you. This way.

Zoya!

Karan!

Talent manager?

She was your pimp. I saw her here so many times.

How would it feel...

if tomorrow's headlines read:

"Zoya, the self-made star from Kanpur,

who is hard-working and independent...

was Jojo's client"?

He called.

I have half an hour.

Sartaj?

I'm coming.

Why don't you glue your head to the TV? Don't let your food sit. Eat it.

Get me a cable box. I'll record it and watch later.

- Did you apply for the computer classes? - Yes.

What's the class called?

What is it?

Magi-Tech.

- Mom! - Look at me!

Start attending those classes, or else I'll bash your head into the TV. Got it?

- Let it go. - Why should I let it go?

Does money grow on trees?

Motherfucker.

Give me the phone.

- It's Mr. Sartaj. - Give it to me!

- Let me check... - Practice what you preach.

- I'm switching it off. - Nag, nag, nag.

His car has arrived at the bungalow.

Nayanika's camera is in place.

She's waiting for Bunty.

He's there. He's sitting next to her.

Do they bring your food on time on set?

Everyone on set was talking about Gaitonde.

Your friend?

My friend?

Who told you that?

Did I ever say Gaitonde was my friend?

- Did I? - No.

- I didn't, right? - No.

Then who told you?

Tell me!

Ma'am, what's happening?

I asked you a question, didn't I?

Who told you?! Who asked you about him?!

Do you go to the set to work or to gossip?

What's happening?

Tell me! Who told you?

Who told you?

Fucking...

- Get out of there. - What's happening in there?

Motherfucker!

He's seen the camera! Get out!

Mr. Sartaj Singh.

Weren't you the last person to see Gaitonde alive?

He had such shitty luck.

Anything in his pockets?

Destroy it.

Anything else?

- Keep this. - Okay.

Return this when he leaves. It'll be useful on traffic duty.

- What's this? - I also found this.

Don't eat this shit.

Your manhood will shrink from this... to this.

Really?

Then I'll have to beat women to feel like a man.

Are you a man?

Let me see.

You are Superman, right?

Show me.

Why did Gaitonde come back?

What will happen in 25 days?

Straight from Sonu, the pickpocket, to Gaitonde.

What crazy luck you have.

Anjali Mathur.

She's a senior officer from Delhi.

So?

Do you want me to marry her?

She'll talk to you.

It's for your own good.

Don't get sucked into this.

I'm getting out.

After tonight, I'll be far away from this shit.

Got it?

Now, fuck off.

She's coming with me.

She's not.

She's going away. Far, far away.

Take him away. Be respectful.

Treat him well. He's come here for the first time.

- Move! - Treat him extremely well.

Let's go.

Stop!

Get out!

Give me your phone.

Where are you?

With the target, in Wadala.

Near Bhakti Park Station.

He's stopped here.

Take me to Wadala.

He's going to kill the girl.

Two trucks have stopped.

The trucks are following his car.

He put the girl in a different car.

Follow the target, I'll look for the girl.

She's my informer. I promised to protect her.

I'll follow the girl. Send me the license number.

Fuck!

Where's my money?

Fuck you, Katekar.

Got it.

Yes.

What about the rest?

Interpol and RAW are out to fuck us.

It will be difficult to get you out of the country.

Didn't you promise me...

that you'd get me out of the country before June 17th if I give you the stuff?

- Yes, we still have 20 days. - Really?

You think Bunty's an idiot?

Do I look like a dickhead to you?

I'm in this because of Gaitonde. I have nothing to gain here.

- I have nothing to do with your shit. - Kishore, start loading the stuff.

Hey! I'm not done talking!

I'll deal with you later, motherfucker.

I'll shove an umbrella up your ass and open it.

I'm warning you.

Got it?

Let's go.

What should we do with him, sir? He's a cop.

Burn his clothes and body separately.

Rajiv Gandhi did the same thing.

He dealt with Shah Bano and the country separately.

In 1986, Shah Bano's husband divorced her.

She took him to court and won the case.

But our former PM, Rajiv Gandhi, a pussy,

overturned the court's judgment

and threw Shah Bano to the mullahs.

The Hindus criticized him for this.

He had the Ramayan show aired on TV to please them.

Every Sunday morning, the entire country was glued to the TV.

Bunty was no exception.

Bunty understood that religion could open many doors.

The prime minister's trick worked wonders.

Until your motherland...

is taken back from those pigs...

You motherfucker, give me back my cassette!

Give it back!

Motherfucker!

- Why the fuck are you breaking it?! - Shut up, motherfucker!

What were you listening to?

Talk about destroying mosques, motherfucker?

Have you lost it? Thinking of destroying mosques?

I will listen to whatever the fuck I want! I don't need your permission!

- Show me what you can do! You dickhead! - Wait, I'll show you.

Your sister is waiting for me.

Fuck you, you cunt!

You asshole! Fucking cunt!

You motherfucker!

What are you doing?!

Fuck around in here again and next time it'll be boiling oil!

Why are you into these Muslim guys? Does he even get an erection?

Keep working, motherfucker.

He sticks it in deeper than you ever could.

You bitch, I swear...

Forget it.

Stupid bitch.

I'll kill you and that Muslim guy.

Fuck off.

- You fucking whore. I'll... - Bunty!

Come here.

She's your sister.

Chotta Badriya loves her.

He'll give her a home and respect. She'll be happy.

She's already happy, and she has a home too.

All you do is beat her up.

Do you like beating women?

Fuck all of you.

Women are goddesses!

No.

Why won't you let me turn you over?

If you want to experience my magic, you can, but only on my terms.

Does Isa kiss men in front of everyone?

- That's how they greet each other. - But he didn't say "hello."

That's how they say hello.

I want that car.

Ask me and you'll get it all.

What is your magic all about?

Never ask a magician to reveal her secrets.

Sir.

I went to the temple. I've brought the offerings for you.

How about this?

Please have some, sir.

Is this also the goddess' offerings?

No, sir.

It's an advance.

Bipin is contesting the election in Morwad.

- Will he win? - Yes, sir.

It's dominated by Marathi-speaking people.

There are a few from Gujarat and Marwar, but they're all Hindus.

Why has he come here?

The Lalgarh area in Gopalmath. That slum is...

Won't they vote for him?

No.

Sir, how will I get Muslim votes?

What do you want from me?

If the Muslims don't vote, we'll win.

I told you that I don't want to get into this Hindu-Muslim shit.

Come here.

This is Badriya.

He's a Muslim.

We're friends.

That's Bunty...

a Hindu devotee.

We're all friends.

Gaston and Pascal as well.

And there's the Parsi guy.

He's my cook.

I may be a bad guy...

but I'm not like you.

So don't come back here...

Bipin...

Bhonsle.

Mr. Bhonsle.

Mr. Bhonsle! Mr. Bhonsle!

Mr. Bhonsle.

Mr. Bhonsle, I'm Bunty.

I helped your father buy a piece of land.

I fought the union guys.

Took it right from under Faruk Chand's builder's nose.

Deepak Shinde?

I broke Faruk Chand's hand with a steel pipe.

You talk too much. What do you want?

Sir, this is your first election.

You came to Mr. Gaitonde for help.

If you win, you'll make me one of your aides, right?

He doesn't give a fuck about the election.

Sir, he's a businessman.

He'll help you for the right price.

Mr. Bhonsle.

Asshole! Who the fuck are you to negotiate for me?

Boss...

there won't be any issues.

You have Kukoo.

You have her magic.

- Gaitonde, hear him out. - Shove that offer up your ass.

Boss, 50 lakh rupees.

Democracy is worth 50 lakh rupees.

Boss, that's the same price as Isa's car.

Who says Kukoo's magic doesn't work?

Rolls-Royce, baby.

Is it real, baby?

I hated Bhonsle,

but doing business with him taught me a valuable lesson.

Guns, drugs, real estate, all of those were small-time.

The real business was politics.

Even before India became a country,

people have been using religion to sway political decisions.

When I got involved with Bhonsle,

the mafia became integral to religion and politics.

A new era began in India.

The game wasn't between Gaitonde and Isa anymore.

It was between the Hindus and the Muslims.

Have faith in us.

I'll take care of everything.

Gaitonde!

Come out!

Long live India, sir.

I told you to give me a daily update.

Not much has happened.

I want Bunty. Get him before anyone else does.

- Other agencies are also involved. - They're not based in Mumbai.

You are.

My wife turned my phone off. Wives...

They were emptying water from the tanks and filling them with something else.

- What was it? - I don't know.

Who was the other guy?

He didn't look Indian.

- Was he a foreigner? - Maybe.

Bunty will be out of the country by the 16th.

That's when the 25 days will end.

Where is Nayanika?

Markand, I have a lead.

Was it here?

Fuck!

Are you a man or a horse?

Bunty's gone. Isn't he the reason we're here?

Don't you understand?

She'll just use you, then throw you away.

They call it collateral damage.

You've created an elaborate theory based on a local cop's word.

Move aside, fucker.

The cripple has called me.

Brother, staying away from your holy presence...

- Did you find out about Gaston and Pascal? - No.

The police came looking for you. They've arrested two of my waiters.

I'm shitting myself here and you're worried about your waiters.

- How will I get out of here? - Did I tell you to get stuck in this?

You're getting old.

- Control your temper. - Shut up.

- Get to the point. - Serve the food!

What do you think? It doesn't make any difference now. Understand?

I'm asking you something!

Look at me! Talk to me!

Eat, or else I'll shove it up your ass!

You think you're a goddess?

If you're a goddess, then I'm a demon! A demon!

What are you gonna do? You think you can hit me?

You cunt. Sit! Sit there!

Everyone is looking for me because of you!

I won't tolerate this anymore. Got it?

What are you looking at?

I told you to serve me food, didn't I?

Does this look like a show to you?

Call Shivaji.

Shivaji. Come here.

What's the name of that whore from RAW?

Anjali Mathur.

Get her number.

He called me out of the blue... after ten years.

He asked me for a favor.

I do as he says.

Who's killing Gaitonde's men?

Why do you want to leave the country? What's going to happen on the 16th?

Ma'am, don't you know how deals work?

- What's in it for me? - What do you want?

I'll tell you everything.

Just get me out of here.

Out of this country. Out of India.

Singapore.

We'll pick you up in three hours. You'll be taken to a safe house.

Don't go in there.

She'll die if she doesn't eat.

Please eat.

Call Sartaj Singh.

There's a street next to the Nagpada bus depot in Ambedkar Nagar.

RAW is taking him away in two hours.

Who?

The girl asked me to call you.

What happened?

Bunty, I know where he is.

- Where? - He's made a deal with RAW.

He'll be out of the country in two and a half hours.

If we arrest him before that, we'll have all the information.

I need backup.

Why did you come here?

RAW doesn't have enough people?

Did she fuck you over?

Bunty has my informer.

Her life is in danger.

Then it's easy. Call for backup.

On one condition.

Junaid was armed.

He fired and ran.

I warned him to surrender.

He turned, pointed the gun at me...

and was going to pull the trigger.

I had to shoot him.

A man sweeps his dirt under the rug to show the world how clean he is.

I invested my black market money and launched an airline...

in Paritosh's name.

What are you doing here?

- It's my airline. - Are you trying to ruin the business?

Two guys from the press have already asked me who's financed this.

You or Gaitonde.

Get out.

Come upstairs and we can talk.

If you want to be in the limelight and pose for the cameras,

this deal won't work.

I'm sorry, but the work you do will have to stop.

- No offense... - No, continue.

Speak your mind.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Make me understand.

That Kukoo...

- What about Kukoo? - "What about Kukoo"?

Do you have any idea what she is?

And you're waltzing around in public with her? She is...

Big brother...

think before you speak.

The whores in your fashion show downstairs,

all your investors... did you think they landed in your lap?

Are they here because of you?

No, Kukoo brought them.

She used her magic hidden in her underwear.

There's extra space there, right?

If you love and trust her so much, why don't you marry her?

Marry her, have babies, settle down with her.

Don't worry about me.

I can buy happiness...

with all the money I have.

You...

Gaitonde, why don't you try and understand?

If you want Kukoo, keep her...

but marry a decent girl.

Then keep Kukoo on the side, hidden.

Think about it.

I'll think about it.

- Hey. - Where's Kukoo?

Where's Kukoo?

Boss, downstairs...

Kukoo.

- Kukoo. - Go away!

- Kukoo. - Go away!

- Open the door. - Fuck off!

Kukoo, open the door!

Go away!

Just go away!

What do you want?! Tell me!

You want to fuck me in the ass again? Do it!

Don't you get it?!

That's not how you get pregnant!

I can't give you children! Now go away!

Go away!

Do you know what I was told?

They told me I was an asshole, motherfucker.

A fucking asshole.

I was sent to fuck and be fucked by all of you gangsters...

so you don't fuck the rest of the world.

Got it?

I'm done now. Go away.

Don't touch me.

- No, stay away from me. - Don't hide.

- What do you want to see? - I want to see.

- What will you see? - Everything.

What do you want to see?

Is this what you want to see?

Is this what you want to see?

I can't have children.

I can't.

Leave.

Get away from me.

I know what I'll get in the end.

- One bullet. - No.

Either in the chest, or in the head.

Before I die, I want to have it all. And I will have it all.

Fuck Paritosh.

I don't want your magic.

I want you.

I want your love and laughter.

I want... Listen, I want to see you happy.

I want to see you smile.

I'll take care of the rest.

Paritosh thought I couldn't make my money legitimately without him.

I started my own soft drink company.

It was called Apna Cola.

It was Kukoo's idea.

Apna Cola was a failure.

I threw a party to lighten the mood.

But Kukoo's mood was off.

She thought her charm was lost because I saw her naked.

That something bad would happen.

What's wrong with you?

You look worried.

You go ahead.

Let's go and party.

Why don't you ever kiss me?

What do you mean?

You fuck me, day in and day out...

but you don't kiss me.

You're very tall.

Wait, I'll kiss you now.

- I'll bend down. - I...

Wow.

You never gave a damn before, why start now?

Let me...

Tell me that you won't die.

Why would I die?

Promise me that you won't.

I promise.

I won't die.

If you stay with me...

they'll kill you.

Everything will fall apart.

You know you'll be a big shot.

You'll become more famous than Amitabh Bachchan.

Bachchan dies in Deewaar...

but you will shine like the sun...

forever.

All over Bombay.

Only...

Only if my baby is alive.

For Bachchan to stay alive...

Parveen Babi has to go.

You're not going anywhere. You...

can't go.

That was the last time I saw Kukoo.

Greetings from Suleiman Isa.

Kukoo?

Kukoo's gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

Meaning fuck all. Nothing.

I'm Ganesh Gaitonde.

I don't trust anyone.

Even he can't harm me because I'm above him.

From now on, only one god will be worshiped in Gopalmath,

and that's me.

I'm your one true god.

- How did you find out about this? - I had a dream. Mind your own business.

We have to get to him before the RAW officers do.

Why are you doing this? Is it because you like her?

Bunty won't give in easily. There'll be gunfire.

Should I teach you how to take the safety off the gun?

I'll Google it, just like I Googled Ramakant Jadhav.

- Who are these people? - They're our men.

Criminals turned informants.

If things go wrong, we'll say we got a tip from them...

that they were blackmailing a builder and got away with six lakh rupees.

- What's this? - It's for your protection.

They fired, and we fired in response. We don't know anything about Bunty.

You got it?

Go, go, go.

What the fuck?

- This wasn't the plan. - Just go and save the lady.

Asshole.

Yes, sir.

It's done.

Ma'am, he's found out.

- Who? - Sartaj.

Where are they?

I don't know.

What the fuck?

Motherfucker.

Sir.

Come on, come on.

Stop!

You rotten fucker. What are you doing here?

You started this whole game, right?

Why are you ruining everything?

Let go of Nayanika. I'll save you.

What will you do after saving me?

Throw me in jail?

- Let her go! - You let her go!

Your obsession will get you in trouble.

Get out of here.

Don't come any closer, Sartaj.

If you shoot, we'll riddle you with bullets.

There will be nothing left of you.

Anjali Mathur is calling.

Ma'am, what the fuck is going on?

What is Sartaj doing?

Listen, let me talk to him.

Talk.

Sartaj, get out of there.

Clear the way.

You got it? Clear the way. Come on.

Get out.

Back off, Sartaj!

Why are you fucking with my plan?

Get the fuck out, or you'll die.

Why are you all just standing there? Get him out of here!

Come on, we don't have time!

We're almost there.

Get the car, fast!

The difficult times came without warning.

That's how things were.

This was the feeling all over the country.

The home minister's daughter was kidnapped in Kashmir.

Kids in Delhi set themselves on fire in the name of the Mandal Commission.

Prime ministers were changed as often as underwear.

But I was not going to let Gopalmath slip away so easily.

First, I banned alcohol in the gang.

This pissed everyone off.

Then I vowed to kill 50 of Isa's men within a month.

Abdul in the Irani Hotel.

How are you, bro? All well?

Rajab Rangeela in Khajur Gully.

Ismail in Nagpada.

Come on.

Ajju, Vicky and Sufi in the factory.

But none of them were important.

I couldn't kill anyone who mattered to Isa.

Isa went to Dubai with his family.

Mr. Paritosh was convinced that all this had happened because of bad fortune.

Your stars... they aren't favoring you.

I mean, Saturn is interfering.

You know, Saturn's planetary period...

when its rule begins...

everything is fucked.

Mr. Paritosh told me that this ring will fix everything.

Put a ring on a baby as soon as it's born...

and don't worry about a thing.

Mess things up...

and this fucking ring will fix it all.

Hasn't this war between you and Isa gone on for too long?

Isa's being fucked by us.

No asshole has been spared.

All of them are bleeding.

We have also shed a lot of blood, but you don't see it.

Come, give your condolences.

In the name of God, the merciful and compassionate.

When was the last time you spent time with your boys?

Just hung out and had fun?

Joined Bunty at Badriya's feast and celebrated Eid with them?

Got Chotta and Bada Badriya to dance at Bunty's Ganpati festival?

All this used to happen in Gopalmath. Everyone drank and had a good time.

It doesn't happen now.

Stop thinking with your dick, or all you'll ever be is an asshole.

There's still time.

Save Gopalmath from getting destroyed.

- Think about it. - Kanta Bai was right.

After Kukoo died, I was depressed.

I tried to release my frustration in bed,

like a madman.

But whenever I saw a whore with flowers in her hair...

I would see my mother.

Why did you bring her?

It wasn't just my heart, my dick was bleeding too.

Mr. Sartaj, strength is something

that comes to you with all its might...

and leaves you empty when it's gone.

Times change rapidly, sir.

The leopard that made me feel alive became the Grim Reaper.

Whenever I looked in its eyes, I used to feel like a god.

But when I saw him in the hospital, I felt hollow.

Empty inside.

You were lucky this time.

Did you put this on me?

You're alive because of this ring.

Since we got you to the hospital...

this has been on your finger.

I know about my death.

- This is not how I will die. - Who said that you're going to die?

Mr. Paritosh...

let me speak.

Go on.

I want to get married.

To the kind of girl you told me about.

Look for a girl for me.

Careful.

Take him upstairs and let him rest.

Listen.

What's your name?

Subhadra.

You...

Did you put this ring on my finger?

To save me?

Can't you speak?

You think you're above God.

That's why he's punishing you.

So you want God to forgive me?

Speak up, bitch.

You don't understand.

You don't understand anything beyond yourself.

When God punishes you, he punishes me too.

He makes me and my family suffer as well.

Are you crazy, bitch?

Get out.

Isa's ass-licker, Parulkar, gave me a tip.

Usman Sheikh, Isa's accountant.

He was coming from Dubai to Bombay for his mother's treatment. Alone.

Until then, we had killed Isa's small-timers.

But Usman... he mattered to Isa,

his shadow.

He'll come here in an airplane...

but will leave in a coffin.

Coff...

What's a coffin?

A coffin is something that when shoved up your ass,

will attract more tourists than the Gateway of India. Fucker.

Boss, we'll build a hotel close to his ass. Call it Ass with a View.

Fucker, keep your diapers on,

or we'll see whose bare ass will become famous.

- Show me. - Motherfucker...

Couldn't you find anything better than this piece of shit?

I saved the good one for your funeral.

Motherfucker! Do you want to use this to escape?

There's room in your ass for a coffin.

A slight push and the ambulance will fit in too.

Sure! And you can put the red light on your dick.

If I put the red light on my dick, your sister will moan like a siren.

Then you'll call me a sister-fucker.

- Which is true in your case. - Fucker!

- Pull the fucking trigger. - Be patient.

Pull the trigger.

Shoot! You fucking...

His mom is in the way.

Shove the mom up your ass.

Motherfucker! Fucking asshole!

Move! Usman Sheikh.

- Hey! - Oh, God!

Peace be unto you, ma'am.

Did you kill Usman?

Yes, boss. I sent him to his coffin.

- But, boss... - What is with you?

Couldn't you muster the courage?

I don't want any problems.

You'll take your sister to the mosque...

and have her marry him.

Boss?

He gives me a watch and says,

"Get your sister married...

to that circumcised pig."

I'll fuck him up.

I'll make him run like a dog for his life.

I'll cut him into pieces.

I'll cut him into pieces.

Little pieces.

Hurry up! We don't have much time.

Hey! You dropped it! Pick it up.

- There are very few flowers here. - Get lost! You're useless.

- Please hurry up. There's a lot to do. - It will be done.

When, after the wedding? Mikki!

If there are four on top, then how many will be left for the bottom?

That's why your father threw you out.

You've been thinking about the design... And what design did you make?

Don't yell on such a special day.

- Good that you shaved today. - Do you need more flowers?

- I'll get it. - Okay.

- Mr. Paritosh. - Yes?

We have to call off the wedding.

I don't want it.

Don't worry.

I'll walk with you.

It's a long walk, you'll lose your breath.

Your life is about to change.

Ganesh Gaitonde is about to become Plutus.

I understand.

What?

Why you're so happy.

You can already hear the sound of money.

Now shove that up your ass and come here.

I'm sending Bunty to pick you up.

We're ready to leave.

Hey!

Who's there?

Come out of there!

You're very dear to Gaitonde, right?

- Who are you? - I'm from the brothel.

Treat me to something sweet.

Stop bullshitting.

Do you think I own a sweet shop?

Simi told me how you like it.

She taught me how to make you happy.

I can take you to the moon.

- Where's Bunty? Bunty... - He hasn't come yet.

I don't know.

Congratulations.

- Who is this? - You're lucky you're still breathing.

And I'm lucky that you're still alive to receive my gift.

- What gift? - For your wedding.

It's on its way.

Bunty!

What happened?

- Where's Bunty? - I don't know, boss.

Watch out!

He's driving recklessly! Pass him.

Watch out!

Who are these people?

Who are these people?

The girl and her family left.

Should I bring them back?

Call the priest.

I will get married.

To whom?

That day, I decided on three things.

Since Mr. Paritosh died for my marriage, I'd get married that very same day.

I would avenge his murder.

Boss, he's drunk.

You fucker...

Boss, what happened?

What happened?

What did I do?

You'll be reduced to nothing, dickhead!

- Boss... - Dirty rat.

Boss! Please, no!

Fucker, if I see you again, I'll make you suffer.

Motherfucker.

Boss, what did I do?

Go to sleep. Should I switch off the lights?

And to beat Bunty so badly

that he'd be cursed to die like a dog.

Did you think for a second before doing this?

Did you think about the warning?

No. Did you think about the ISI cash that you found?

About the people of Mumbai whose lives could be in danger?

I was as concerned about all this as you were about Nayanika.

Why do men think that they're responsible for every woman's life?

- When will you stop acting like saviors? - Someone has to act responsibly.

You belong in the field, and I belong at a desk.

That's what you mean, right?

After the murder of Bunty Sharma,

a former member of Gaitonde's gang, it is clear...

that this was a case of old gang rivalry.

Other members of Gaitonde's gang have been killed in this manner,

according to our intel.

They will be identified soon.

The Mumbai police have solved this case in record time.

I would like to congratulate our competent officers.

Why is Bhonsle so worried about this case?

Sir, Gaitonde was his old friend.

The list of Gaitonde's friends is quite long.

If we knew more about Trivedi, we could get some information from him.

The mood was ruined before the party even began.

We're keeping an eye on Trivedi's house.

I don't think anyone will go there.

- If we take a risk and... - And?

Sir...

if we check Bhonsle's e-mail...

Hack a minister's e-mail?

It wouldn't be the first time, sir.

Horses from one side.

A helicopter from the other, and maybe this side too.

There are 20 or 25 cars approaching with the villain and his goons.

The cops on motorbikes from here.

You're standing here with a sword, blood gushing from your head.

The girl is here. As soon as the bad guy takes her away...

you run towards them in slow motion and boom!

You know, Dad is getting us Jackie Chan's action director.

Is it because you're starring in Ranbir's movie?

But as far as I know... you're out of it.

I told him that you'll act in our movie.

Wasn't Jojo your pimp?

And wasn't Gaitonde your client?

I know everything.

Be a nice girl... or the world will soon know who you really are.

Now, go outside and thank Dad.

Thank him because you love the script.

Then we'll do the movie together.

I'll sort everything out.

I'll sort everything out.

I'll snort everything.

- Sir... - Andre.

File a report.

Otherwise she'll never leave.

My name is Aasiya Bi.

My son, Shamsul, is missing from Bengali Bura.

Come up for tea?

SARTAJ SINGH POLICE INSPECTOR

There was a Parsi woman, Firoza.

Her German Shepherd, Lucy, went missing.

Your dad looked for her for two days on foot.

That lady had a nephew.

He had stolen the dog to sell it off.

Your dad slapped him hard and returned the dog to her.

The lady was so happy to see Lucy,

that she kissed your dad on the cheek and called him a real cop!

Are you listening?

I am. But why are you telling me this story?

I read the Granth Sahib, but you're not religious,

so I thought I'd tell you a different kind of story.

Why do you think I need to listen to a story?

Dear, I'm your mother.

TRUTH ALONE TRIUMPHS

Inspector Sartaj Singh.

Bunty Sharma was Gaitonde's most loyal man.

He was going to give us the details of a missing shipment.

We got a tip, sir.

We've noted it in the station entry log.

There were two... Two terror suspects hidden in Bengali Bura.

Why is this shipment important?

Sir, Gaitonde warned us that something bad was going to happen in 25 days.

We had intel that the shipment could be connected to this.

Do you have any proof other than Gaitonde's verbal warning?

DCP Parulkar,

SPI Majid Khan and Constable Kamble went to the first floor of the building.

One team was blocking the alley, and I was blocking the building's exit.

Sir!

What was the boy's name?

Sir, save me.

Please save me!

Junaid Sheikh, sir.

Did he have a weapon?

Save me, please!

Did he have a weapon, Inspector Singh?

Save me...

Yes, sir.

Junaid Sheikh fired at DCP Parulkar...

and was killed in the return fire.

Two of our decoys and an escort were killed.

Bunty Sharma and his companion were the targets.

In total, three of our people died.

As per the intel, this breach was from the Mumbai police.

Sir, there were many rival gangs after Bunty's life.

It could have been anyone.

- Alprazolam. - Do you have a prescription?

This is a year old, sir.

Why are you staring at me?

Do you want to lose your license?

You sell ice cream in a pharmacy?

Hey, get out of here!

As the drought situation worsens,

so does the suicide rate among farmers.

There have been droughts all over the country,

and Maharashtra is the most affected...

When a man is broken on the inside,

nothing can convince the world that he still has strength.

After Isa took Kukoo away from me and killed Paritosh,

I became impotent.

Do it properly.

Bitch.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the mole in the gang.

Who told Isa that Paritosh would be coming to the wedding alone?

Close your eyes.

Turn around.

I won't be a whore.

You've been out drinking. How will you be able to do it?

You don't know anything.

I know everything.

Ever since Mr. Paritosh died, you've been lost.

Bombay is suffering and so are you.

Until you get your revenge, you won't be able to do anything.

Katekar.

Look at this report.

- Whose is it? - That same woman.

- Man, I've seen this. - Check it again.

It's nothing. She comes here and bothers me every day.

- Are you mad? - Leave it.

You can't do this. There's been a theft in the neighborhood.

- Are you aware of it? - So?

"So"? That old woman is in the hospital.

They're looking for three boys.

Katekar, we'll be fucked.

Take a look at it.

Check it. I'll come back.

Give that back. There are only two left.

Hey, Bengali Bura's celebrity. What are you looking at?

- What happened, sir? - I'll pluck your eyes out. Motherfucker.

If he's not sent to jail...

Fuck me.

Sir.

- How long has your son been missing? - Ten days, sir.

Who did he hang out with?

Bazil and Faraj. They live in the neighborhood.

I warned him about those boys.

Look at you, Mother Teresa!

Your son's a saint, isn't he?

He's been missing for ten days, right?

Exactly ten days ago, there was a theft in the neighborhood.

Three boys were involved in it.

They attacked an old couple, robbed them and ran away.

Your son and his friends have been missing since then.

Not my son, sir.

Holy shit, this place is so big. It's a duplex!

Where did the money come from?

I'm Katekar and my house is small.

About half this size.

- He used to work, sir. - Yeah, right.

He took a computer course.

Look at this.

Sure, a "computer course."

- Yes. - Take a look, sir.

Let me see which course your son took.

Yes, sir.

He had to get away from here, sir.

From Bengali Bura.

- How are you here all of a sudden? - I couldn't sleep at home.

- God bless you. - I thought I could sleep here.

Here, have some, dear.

If Megha was still with you, you'd be happy.

Home isn't something you leave behind,

it's what you come back to in the evening.

Mom, do you remember my bat? The cricket bat?

That enemy of mine? The one that I oiled every day?

Where did Dad get it from?

What do you mean?

It was imported.

Yes.

Dad couldn't afford such an expensive bat.

Are you here to pay your respects or to investigate him?

Gaitonde mentioned Dad... before he died.

Gaitonde can say whatever he wants.

Neither of us got any sleep in this house.

But your dad always slept peacefully,

because he never did anything wrong.

If Jojo had the file, we would have found it by now.

We've looked everywhere.

What happened?

What happened?

Oh, this? A kickboxing accident.

You expect me to believe that's from kickboxing?

Tell me the truth. What happened?

Hey, Zoya...

What can I tell you?

Did he hit you?

So sue him.

That won't help.

He killed two people while driving drunk.

He got away with it.

What else has he done?

My love. My child.

Cookie.

He threw him off the balcony.

Your child?

Was he high?

Yes, but not on alcohol.

What do you mean?

He'd butter his morning toast with it if he could.

He probably does.

We'll take care of him. Don't worry.

Why don't you come stay with me?

Don't you feel lonely?

It reminds me of our home in Lahore.

Isn't that something you want to forget?

This was our first home after the Partition.

Your father used up his savings to build this house.

How can I leave it?

Don't worry about me, Sartaj.

Do your work with honesty.

Your heart will feel lighter.

MAJID ALI KHAN - POLICE INSPECTOR SARTAJ SINGH - POLICE INSPECTOR

Fuck me, I've given you so much.

Long live India, sir.

We don't get to eat anything, but at least you do.

Eat what you get. A cop is telling you... eat.

Sir! How's your mom?

She was asking about you.

Come on, sir!

- Listen. - Yes.

Yes, sir?

Tickets for Home Minister Bhonsle's charity show.

Zoya Mirza will be performing.

Take Shalini and the kids.

Hello.

Where?

The biggest player who transfers fake currency into Asia is Shanky Purohit.

No one dares to mess with him.

Next one?

Shamsul! Shamsul!

We're both failures.

You didn't do your duty...

and I didn't do mine.

We curse the system...

say there's no place in it for an honest officer.

There's no place for an honest man in this city, in this country.

But who makes the system?

Who makes Mumbai? Who makes India?

It's us, motherfucker.

- Hey. Where's Deva? - Over there.

Do it right.

Boy! Get on it.

Get out.

Quickly.

Have a seat.

Shamsul Rehman.

He was involved in a robbery with two other boys in Diamond Society.

I've heard, sir.

His body was found in the gutter.

The other two boys are missing.

I don't know where these boys went or where they are now.

Motherfucker, did I ask you?

Did I ask you?

The little boys who work here,

where did you buy them?

How old are they? How much do you pay them?

I'll send you to prison for using child laborers.

Did I say anything like that?

Fucker!

These boys...

These boys can't run a gang.

They have a boss here.

No!

Fucker! Piece of shit!

Give me some water.

Motherfucker.

Did those boys from Bengali Bura work for you?

Did they, asshole? Say it, motherfucker!

Water...

Do you want water?

You want water?

Here, take it. Drink. Drink some water.

I'm a Maharashtrian.

I'll break your skull open. Say it! Say it, motherfucker!

Say it!

Listen...

I'll cut you up and eat you for breakfast.

Say it.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

What happened to you?

Today, after a long time, I behaved like a real cop.

Did you beat someone?

To get the truth out of him.

How do I look?

Zoya is no match for you.

Mom?

Mr. Parulkar?

To ease the suffering...

caused by the drought in Maharashtra...

the government is dispatching more than a thousand water tankers

to the most affected areas.

I would like to thank...

the organizations that have helped

the government in this undertaking.

In this endeavor of ours,

a renowned actress has joined hands with us,

our beloved Miss Zoya,

Zoya Mirza.

Now, without keeping Miss Zoya from you any longer,

I shall say good night.

Long live India. Long live Maharashtra.

- So, Katekar... - Yes?

...why did you abandon Zoya?

Shut up.

Tell me.

Did you know, sir?

In his wallet, neatly tucked under his wife's photo is a photo of Zoya Mirza.

Shut up.

No, sir, I'm over all that now.

Why are you laughing?

Come.

Surprise!

Your mom in Bengali Bura has called you to have some dessert. Who's Faraj?

- Speak up. - Who's Faraj?

Sir, I'm Faraj. What happened?

Your mom had a baby. Fuck me.

And you?

- Bazil. - You're Faraj, you're Bazil.

And you? Fazil?

Are you old enough to drink?

Why are you asking him? He's just grown his balls.

Have they dropped?

Do they have soft hair? Do you vote?

- Do you vote? - No, sir.

You don't vote, but you drink alcohol?

Where is Shamsul?

Where is Shamsul?

- I don't know any Shamsul. - No?

Shamsul?

You're not Shamsul.

Where is Shamsul?

You're not Shamshul. Did you kill him?

Speak, asshole.

Katekar! Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

Katekar. Kat...

Katekar!

It was Isa's niece's wedding.

In Dubai.

He spent 12 crores.

Check out the glitz.

The entire film industry was there.

One of yours was there, too.

See?

I owe you.

Look for Bunty. Bring him to the factory tomorrow.

Boss.

I picked you up off the streets.

I gave you everything.

I never treated you unfairly.

And yet you're planning to kill me.

- Me, boss? - I'm not talking to you.

I saw your video with Isa. In Dubai.

You wanted him in the gang, right?

Did you ever wonder how many Muslims would survive in Gopalmath

after he came here?

I think about it every day. That's why you're alive.

I think about it every day because you're like my brother.

But you made me the bad guy in all of this.

What now, asshole?

Are you happy now?

Whatever I have done...

it's on me, okay?

All this shit I've done... it's on me.

Chotta had no idea about any of this.

He respects you.

Don't harm him. He wasn't involved in this.

He wasn't. Don't do anything to him, okay?

I did all of it. I did it.

Please forgive Chotta.

He'll be forgiven.

- This time, the queen will fall. - Tea?

- The queen will fall last. - No? Are you sure?

You don't need anything, right? Here.

Take it away.

- You don't want any? - Not now, the game is too interesting.

Hi, boss.

Boss, you look stressed.

It's your turn now.

Bada planned Mr. Paritosh's murder with Isa.

What shit are you talking about?

I'm not talking shit. I'm telling you the truth.

You think he went to Dubai to shop?

He was dancing at Isa's niece's wedding.

He was the one who plotted Mr. Paritosh's murder.

My brother planned Paritosh's murder with Isa?

Am I speaking another language? I can show you the video.

Do you want to come see it, or should I bring it here?

I couldn't leave the fucking house, thinking it was my fault.

- Boss, what is he saying? - What am I saying?

- I don't believe him. He's lying. - Ask him!

- Because of him I couldn't leave... - I would never...

You're full of sadness.

Why?

If a traitor has to die, he has to die.

Mr. Sartaj is here.

What is this?

He left with you, didn't he?

He was walking, wasn't he?

What will I tell my sons?

He's not waking up.

Tell you what...

call him from your phone.

No matter how deep his sleep was...

he always woke up and answered your call.

Just one call, maybe he'll wake up.

Just one call.

Katekar.

Katekar.

Love live India, sir.

We killed the other two right there.

Both the fuckers are dead.

SARTAJ SINGH - POLICE INSPECTOR

What do they think?

What?

If you clean the beach every day, will it become clean?

Ideally, it should be, sir.

Where does this trash come from?

Clean it today...

tomorrow the sea will bring in a thousand times more.

We stop crime every day, go home at night...

and come back to the same thing the next morning.

But, sir, it's clean today.

Isn't it?

Right?

It's a lovely place to enjoy the breeze and have a picnic.

We can just lay a mat here and relax with the family.

That's a lot. It's enough.

We'll deal with it tomorrow when it comes.

Look over there. My loving wife and sons. Hey! Holy shit.

Come here!

Do you want a vada pav?

Guards, attention!

Guards, ready the guns!

In position!

Reload!

In position!

Empty the guns!

Guards, turn!

Ma'am, this is Dr. Ghadge from Kohinoor Hospital, Mumbai.

Yes, what is it?

The full toxicology report for the patient you admitted has arrived.

It was injected through the IV drip.

I want the CCTV footage of all the corridor entries

and exits from that night.

Now?

All right.

Holy shit, Katekar.

"I'll sort everything out."

Sartaj, where are you?

Get out of there. Don't fuck around.

Get ahold of yourself, or you'll end up in the small arms unit.

You can sit and clean revolvers for a month.

Sir, this is the same guy. Malcolm Mourad.

He was with the GIA in Algeria.

Then he disappeared for 12 years. He was seen in Peshawar five years ago.

Germany detained him for two years for making dirty bombs.

First Gaitonde, and now Malcolm Mourad is in India.

Whose number do you need, sir?

Zoya Mirza's.

- Did you find anything? - No.

Check the calls she made this afternoon.

She must have called Parulkar at around 2:30 p.m.

Is this the one?

No.

Show me Parulkar's call records.

Parulkar's?

Yes, Parulkar's.

The file that Jojo had is now with me.

It contains everything, from Gaitonde to Pakistan.

Tell me when you want to meet.

What do you want, Inspector?

How do you know Gaitonde?

He produced my first movie.

Did he pay for your surgery?

Only my acting fees.

When was the last time you saw him?

You must have made copies of this file.

Now you can blackmail me forever.

Blackmailers don't talk face-to-face.

When did you last see him?

A week before he died.

Where?

I don't know. It was dark.

He took me somewhere.

What did you talk about?

He asked if I had betrayed him too.

Betrayed how?

I don't know.

He was acting strange.

He seemed depressed, or maybe he was scared.

Who was Gaitonde scared of?

- I don't know. - Did he talk about an attack on Mumbai?

Or about a consignment that was on the way?

He told me to leave Mumbai.

- Why? - I just told you!

He was saying weird... strange things.

"Everyone will die except Trivedi."

Do you know Trivedi?

Have some news for you.

Trivedi. Celibate since birth.

A bureaucrat who drank five glasses of milk every day.

He dreamed of changing the country's future.

Nobody knew much about him.

He was my third father's follower.

He would touch his feet and seek blessings.

Bless me, Guruji.

It's time you stopped with all this deference.

What can be done? Old habits die hard.

What time of year is it?

- It's the monsoon season... - No, no, the date.

August 10th, 1992.

The wheel is turning.

Only 25 years are left.

The times will change.

Twenty five years?

- But, Guruji, I thought... - Mr. Trivedi...

for the universe, 25 years go by in the blink of an eye.

That's it.

Revolution will come when we have our people

- on foreign lands too. - Yes, Guruji.

Did you find anyone?

That's why I am here.

I have someone in mind.

Sir, this is our staff. We've reserved the hotel just for you.

This way, sir.

Eat.

Are you fasting?

- No. - Then eat.

Why are you picking at your food? Come on, eat.

Eat.

This is kharvas. Try it. It's made from a cow's colostrum.

You can taste the sacrifice in it.

- Have some. - Okay.

Try some for me.

I won't eat either.

Here is your bow and arrow!

You're not on the battlefield.

- Hey, Bhonsle. - Mr. Ganesh.

Welcome. Please take a seat, ma'am. Hey, get some chairs.

Please come.

Mr. Trivedi?

This is Ganesh... Ganesh Gaitonde.

- Ganesh! - Mr. Ganesh.

Ganesh...

the way you radiate...

power and strength...

it feels like Lord Shiva has been reborn.

Only once in a lifetime does God manifest himself like this.

I'm sure he gives you a heads-up before coming.

Sir, he has a strong connection with God.

He's a famed scholar.

- No. - A man of extraordinary devotion.

He performs holy rituals.

Very impressive.

- No... - Listen, Bhonsle.

- I have a lot to do in very little time. - Yes.

Let's skip the small talk.

That's not up to you.

It's all predestined.

What do you want?

Your support.

To help our people grow.

To spread our wings.

- "Our," as in...? - Well, our community.

We are just servants.

Bhonsle, I don't get him.

- You talk in riddles. - Yes.

I prefer to keep things simple.

Okay.

Let's get straight to business.

Look, it's a big job.

And it's a huge responsibility.

It's time to go overseas.

India is going to turn into a battlefield.

And we need a general.

- Two things, Mr. Trivedi. - Yes?

First, Bombay gave me all I have. I'll never leave it.

And second, imagine two ducks in front of a duck,

and two ducks behind a duck. Tell me, how many are there in total?

Well, how many?

It's simple. There are three ducks.

If you talk in riddles,

I'll shove all three ducks up your ass.

You'll be eating and shitting from the same hole.

- I'll be off now. - Ganesh...

- Such a waste of time. - Ganesh...

- He's an important man. - So am I.

- Sir... Let her eat. - Come on!

- Let her eat the jalebis. - Just pack them up.

- Hail Lord Rama! - Hail Lord Rama!

You ate so many jalebis.

- What? - How many did you eat?

Tell me.

Twelve.

Gopalmath's mosquitoes are going to get diabetes tonight.

Tell me something.

If you're so fond of sweets...

why didn't you eat the kharvas?

Well...

when I was young,

we would get kharvas for the Lord Ganesha festival.

I could smell it the moment it entered the house.

We were not allowed to eat it.

It was only for God.

But I would devour it in my dreams.

I'd imagine its heavenly taste.

It was perfect.

That's why I didn't eat it.

I thought it wouldn't live up

to the kharvas of my dreams.

Trivedi asked me to leave India...

but my heart was in Bombay.

Yet my Bombay was about to change.

"In 25 years, everything will change."

That is what my third father said.

And with the fall of the Babri Mosque, the 25-year-cycle began.

Lord Rama was born there.

That's what the priests said.

Babur built a mosque on it 465 years ago.

The plan was to demolish it and build a temple instead.

The Hindu-Muslim riots began. To avenge the demolition, Isa bombed Bombay.

The whole city turned into a graveyard.

The people of Gopalmath needed me.

I don't need your money! Go buy your men some balls instead.

Tell them to kill ten Muslims for every Hindu killed!

Look! My son's legs are broken!

Look!

Look!

He lost his legs in the bomb blast. What can I do?

I'm not God. I can't give him his limbs back.

People are coming from all over Bombay to meet you...

and you're sitting here in Gopalmath.

- There must be a reason... - What reason?

They are all shit-scared. Cowards.

Only the weak need God.

Being weak is not a crime.

Religion is the biggest business in the world.

They use the fear of God to rule over people.

The poor don't fear God.

They love him.

He gives them strength.

This business that you speak of, it's only for the rich and powerful.

All the poor do is struggle.

They wash people's cars, houses and toilets.

They're only welcomed at the temples.

They play loud music and dance during the festivals,

not to please God...

but to enjoy their one day of freedom.

They're not allowed inside dance clubs,

so they make the city their dance floor.

They feel like they belong here,

like they're equals.

They feel like they're not fuckwits, they're humans.

Where's Gaitonde?

Wait, wait. Which police station are you from?

- Hey! - Wait.

Where's Gaitonde?

Call him.

He's not here.

Cover him.

Motherfucker!

Bunty!

Bunty!

They weren't cops. Who were they?

That motherfucker Isa's men, boss!

Okay.

Both of my legs are gone, boss.

Subhadra.

Subhadra.

What did Lord Rama do...

when Ravana abducted Sita?

- He sent Hanuman. - Yes.

He sent Hanuman, right?

And then Hanuman set Lanka on fire.

Then what did Lord Rama do?

He killed Ravana.

Yes.

When Isa killed Subhadra, he awoke the Hindu in me.

Isa left for Dubai after the bombings.

His business was done here,

but he took his revenge before he left.

It was my turn now.

Subhadra was innocent.

So I chose the innocent and killed them.

Isa had nothing to do with them, but I killed them anyway.

The people of Gopalmath had been demanding revenge

on the Muslims for a long time,

but my vengeance was only for Subhadra.

All of Isa's men have been killed.

Abdul, Langur, that motherfucker Ghaslet's brothers,

Moinuddin, Bajil, Zia, all of them.

Is that all, fucker?

Boss?

Burn down the entire slum.

No one should be able to escape.

Let those bastards burn in their own hell. Motherfuckers.

Okay, boss.

Let's go.

Motherfuckers.

But people thought I had avenged all of them.

By taking innocent lives, I became their god.

But Subhadra was gone forever.

To avenge her murder, I killed 80 Muslims in one night.

But she wasn't coming back.

No one had ever done this in Bombay.

I knew the cops would come for me.

Please place the flowers here.

We will complete the ritual now.

Your hand...

Back then, I had no idea that Trivedi was involved in this mess.

But the very first time I saw his face,

I knew this man was a dog.

Anything goes wrong this time and I'm out. Did you understand?

Would you like anything?

One black tea, please.

Why did you do this?

Do you know the motto of the Mumbai Police?

Sadrakshanay Khalnigranay.

Protect the law, destroy evil.

Nayanika...

She did not get justice.

It was my fault. My stupidity.

I should have told you.

Do you know what our motto is?

We protect those who protect the law.

So our mottos are similar.

What's the latest intel?

Jojo Mascarenhas used to send Zoya Mirza to Gaitonde.

Gaitonde made her a movie star.

She saw one guy meeting Gaitonde frequently.

Safari suit, bureaucratic type.

He got Zoya's fake passport made with just one call to the embassy.

Some IFS type.

Trivedi.

Did she specifically say "IFS"?

She said "IFS type." She wasn't sure.

- What did he talk to Gaitonde about? - They never spoke in front of her.

They ran a company together.

Blue Global. An NGO.

It must be a shell company.

It's been in the news lately.

It sends water tankers to drought-hit areas.

Could those be the tankers Malcolm was emptying at the warehouse?

They have to be.

This place is filled with trash.

Why did you run?

Why is this place shut?

We were told that the work was done.

We work on a project basis. We're done for this year.

What project?

Are these your company balance sheets?

- Yes. - What?

Yes.

Where are the tankers?

They've gone to the home minister's drought-relief program.

It's all official. You can't do this.

What do the tankers carry?

It's not watermelon juice, obviously.

It's water.

- Water? - Why are you hitting me?

Why don't you go check?

Where would we do that?

Where?

Something's fishy.

- What? - The NGO is pretty old,

but there's been no funding for the last 10-12 years.

Before that, the funds came from the Czech Republic for three years,

from Egypt for two years, and from Uganda for three years.

Hello? Yes, Sandeep, listen.

Make a list of all the IFS postings from 1996 to 2006,

and see if there's a guy called Trivedi in there.

Hey, Parulkar, what is your inspector doing?

- What is he up to? - What happened, sir?

I'll tell you what happened!

He came to my NGO and hit the manager.

What was he doing there?

- I'll look into it. - Get looking!

We'll parade you naked around the city, bastard!

Sartaj, where are you?

I'm doing my job, sir.

I suggest you do the same. Earn some good karma.

Look over there.

Shit. Get up!

- Let's go. - Get them!

Sartaj, give me the gun!

- The gun! Give it to me! - They'll kill you!

Move back! Move back!

I said, move back!

Life has taught me one thing.

When you think you're headed to heaven...

you often end up in hell.

Do you want to die, asshole?

You're not scared?

That name on your tag... Dwivedi.

Oh, you're finally done jerking off.

Keep your men in check. Bastard!

Tie him up.

Have you lost it? Think this over.

- Hey! - Come on!

Mr. Parulkar, have you been sleeping with Isa?

Did he bathe you...

spray you with perfume, and send you here?

I'd never felt so lonely in my life.

But in that hell, our fates were bound together

like iron and a magnet, Sartaj.

While all those bastards tortured me, a kind man offered me water.

A messenger of God in the kingdom of Satan.

Your father, Dilbagh Singh.

Get inside or I'll shoot you.

Get inside!

Get inside!

No, ma'am...

Tell me.

I found a guy who was in the Czech Republic for three years,

in Egypt for two, and...

- Trivedi? - No, Sharma.

It's the same guy.

- Where is he? - In Mumbai.

- Mumbai? - Yes.

Send me the address!

I informed Inspector Majid when she went inside.

She never came out.

Only the fair-skinned man came out.

- How did he look like? - He was tall and fair, with short hair.

I can help with his sketch.

Is this him?

Yes, that looks like him.

Where's Sartaj?

He didn't answer my call.

You're lucky.

Every religion says the same thing.

Everything is predestined.

The day I was born in Luxor, Egypt...

and you were born... in Mumbai?

It was decided that we'd meet here one day

and I would do this.

Endure the pain for two hours

and then… it will all go away.

What are you guys doing here?

Preparing for the 16th.

What's going to happen on the 16th?

Why did Gaitonde kill himself?

Some people are weak.

How did you betray him?

He betrayed us.

Aadam and Hawwa had two sons,

Haabil and Qaabil.

Allah asked them for a sacrifice.

Both of them offered their sacrifices to him,

but Allah only accepted Haabil's.

Qaabil didn't like this and he killed Haabil.

But Allah served Haabil justice.

Haabil, the world's first martyr.

And the first criminal...

that went to hell was Qaabil.

This story is in the Bible too.

Haabil is Abel and Qaabil is Cain.

We need to make sacrifices in our lives.

They have a message for us. Why do we need to make sacrifices?

Why?

Why?

I don't know!

Allah is fed up with us.

He got sick of us when he made us.

We have to bear the pain for him

to start again

from the beginning.

That's the debt we owe him.

We have the place surrounded.

You can't escape.

You better surrender.

We have the place surrounded.

You can't escape.

You better surrender.

The cops are here. I'm leaving.

Sartaj.

I knew from Dilbagh Singh's face

that Parulkar would kill me.

Their plan was to kill me inside the prison.

With time, we get used to everything.

After being beat continuously for 22 days, I got used to it.

Everyday I'd wake up, take a bath, get beaten and go to sleep.

Just when I began to expect that nothing would change...

I met Mathu.

My old friend...

Mathu.

from the Mandrax and gold-smuggling days.

Easy money turns men into fools.

Sir, tea.

For you too.

I couldn't handle it.

If you'd stayed with me, we could've destroyed them together.

But you're here.

I'm the king of Gopalmath.

I'm here by my own will. They're all scared shitless of me.

Do you think I'm worthless?

Tell me if anyone gives you problems, and I'll take care of them.

Isa's men... They're bastards.

Isa fled the country

and left them hanging here.

It doesn't matter. I'll teach them a lesson.

Gaitonde.

They've planned to kill you in the prison.

They won't let you get out alive.

And you're talking about saving me?

The next one's a home run, okay?

Here it comes.

Back then, I thought Parulkar was torturing me on Isa's orders.

But I didn't know that my dear friends, Parulkar, Bhonsle and Trivedi

were behind this

and that they were following my third father's orders.

Has he given up?

He will very soon.

Don't end up killing him.

Even if I chop him into pieces...

and throw them into the sea, he won't be dead.

Bastard!

Like the Terminator...

- Fucker! - That's how the Mahabharata begins.

What?

A king's semen falls into the sea.

- Oh! - A fish swallows it.

A woman eats that fish and gets pregnant.

She gives birth to India.

A nation was born from the drops of semen.

You remind me of my father.

Was he a scholar?

No, but he told stories like you.

You guys...

Be careful. Your life is in danger.

There's not much time left.

They'll kill me in two or three days.

Why do you say that, boss?

I know what's coming.

I'll kill them all if anything happens to you.

Get Kharvas for me.

- The white-colored one? - I want to taste it one last time.

Boss, please don't say that.

Nothing will happen to you, I'll get you out of here.

Stop saying all this.

- I was kidding. Listen. - Yes?

I need a knife to take care of a few guys here.

- He's a good man. - Okay.

Scream, motherfucker!

You don't believe in God.

What's your name?

Jamila.

Is this your first time?

What did you say?

What language is that?

Farsi.

Where are you from?

Tell me, I'm not a cop.

Afghanistan.

We don't have much time. Just 20 minutes.

I don't have the strength in me to...

You don't have to do anything.

I was in such bad shape

that I didn't even have the strength to fuck.

But I felt better when I thought about taking revenge on Isa's men.

Isa's dog. Are you dead?

Come on.

- Wanna suck it? - Do you have the balls to get sucked?

You want it, right?

I swear, slitting their throats was more fun than fucking.

You'll get out of here when you're dead.

Parulkar, do you get it now? Even in prison, I'm a god.

Mr. Singh?

Fucking bastards.

It's so dark in here.

Fuck, I can't see anything.

That's the bucket.

They think this will kill me. Assholes.

Gaitonde. Take a look.

This is the isolation cell. The ceiling is low.

Shit and piss in the bucket.

Keep this flashlight.

Hide it in the bucket if anyone comes to check.

Take it.

Be careful.

- Okay? - Yes, sir.

I'll lie down here. Bastards!

Does it still hurt?

A little bit.

Will it ever be normal again?

What's normal?

Do you know what disabled people call the abled?

What?

Anything can happen at any time.

Everything's temporary.

Everything.

Sartaj?

Please visit soon.

How are you?

The fever's gone.

We're interrogating Bhonsle tomorrow.

Did he agree?

He can't avoid it, especially now, after Anjali's death.

Any lead on Malcolm?

But his fingerprints match with those found at Trivedi's house.

It's almost certain that Anjali was...

He can't get away. All the exit points are on alert.

I wonder why would anyone kill a RAW agent.

It's a huge risk.

Sartaj, we'll find out.

Your NGO was transporting Gaitonde's weapons to India

in those water tankers.

- What do you have to say about this? - Nothing.

We're collecting evidence from offshore accounts.

Go ahead.

What do you know about Trivedi?

Nothing.

Bunty delivered those weapons to Malcolm.

Who allowed him to use a private freight line?

Tell us or we'll have to file a police report.

Try doing that.

Don't hold yourself back, sir.

Do it for yourself, if not for the country. It'll do you good.

So, you don't know Trivedi?

I do not.

Trivedi emailed you this picture.

Try to remember.

We know there are more emails.

Do your worst.

You people will not understand.

What are you talking about, sir?

Aren't you ashamed of betraying your country...

Shut up!

- You can't see it. - What can't we see?

You can't see that this country's in danger.

You can't.

Maybe you aren't aware

that we're the most peace-loving country in history.

We've never been the first to attack... and this time is the same.

But if we're attacked...

we must be ready.

What attack?

The country's in danger. We can't just sit and wait.

What danger?

You're such a smart group of guys,

figure it out yourselves.

Dilbagh Singh introduced me to my third father.

I called you to repay his debt.

Everything will be destroyed in 25 days.

Why are you... Bastard.

You son of a bitch.

Let go.

Dirty bastard!

Give me some water, Parulkar.

Water, please.

Mr. Singh.

Please get me some water, I'm dying of thirst.

Will you really kill me, fuckers?

Water, piss...

just give me anything to drink, Mr. Singh.

Parulkar was a bastard.

I could barely speak, or I'd have told him to shoot me and end it all.

I survived for about 25 days without food or water.

I had no strength left.

Every day seemed like my last.

Three days ago, your news was published in all the papers.

By now, they're probably in the garbage.

The cows will eat them up.

Stop it. Your dad would've been so happy.

I dreamt of him the day before yesterday.

He wouldn't have.

What?

He wouldn't have been happy.

Why do you say that?

He surely had something to do with Gaitonde,

for him to send us the cricket bat.

I told you, his conscience was always clear.

Then why did Gaitonde call me?

Why would a famous gangster

remember an ordinary officer after 25 years?

Because everyone remembers a good man.

Your father wasn't ordinary.

I didn't mean that.

Then what did you mean?

That he sold his integrity for this bat?

Then what's the truth, Mom?

The truth is that

when your father was at work,

he often gave Gaitonde his food.

Hold on.

Did he work at the prison where Gaitonde was being held?

There's no record of it.

Yes. It was an unofficial posting for two months

under Parulkar.

They'd beat him black and blue in the prison.

Gave him no food or water.

He was kept in the isolation cell for 15 days at a time.

Everyone thought he'd die.

Your dad couldn't bear to see this.

So he'd tell me to make extra rotis.

Ganesh.

Ganesh.

Eat this.

Your father saw Gaitonde as just another human being

and so he helped him.

A while later, Gaitonde called and thanked us

and said, "Ask for anything you want."

But he took nothing.

One day, he casually mentioned

that you wanted to be a cricketer.

So Gaitonde sent us this bat.

Someone wants to talk to you.

Ganesh, hurry up. Someone will come.

Come on, be strong.

Close your eyes...

and chant...

"I am Lord Brahma."

"I am the Alpha and Omega."

Close your eyes and chant, "I am Lord Brahma."

"I am the alpha and omega."

Gaitonde,

it's Trivedi.

I know your condition.

Guruji wants to have a word with you.

Gaitonde, you'll live.

You may feel that you're going to die,

but you will not.

We all carry the burden of our fathers.

In the west, the son envies the father.

Freud called this the Oedipus Complex.

Deep inside, every son wants to kill his father.

But we believe in Yayati.

In contrast to the West...

the father envies the son.

The father wants to sacrifice the son.

And eventually, he must do it.

This is the blessing and the curse of being a father.

Gaitonde's third father.

Who are you?

A friend, a brother, an enemy...

a father, a son or a lover, whatever you want me to be.

What do you want?

I want you to believe that you'll live.

Bullshit. They'll kill me.

Relax. Think about the first time you felt fear.

Look at the wall in front of you.

I killed her.

I killed my mother... with my own hands.

I've sinned.

I'm not going to survive.

I'm going to rot and die here.

You're both the mandala and the door to it.

You'll survive.

You must survive.

Understand the mandala and you'll be free of the curse.

It represents the universe.

A powerful device.

Like every word is a mantra, every symbol is a key.

From ancient to modern times,

you will find symbols all around us.

They should only be placed

at the doorway...

or in the passage.

Gaitonde.

You rat.

Come out.

Come on.

Come.

I won't die.

What?

I'm... not going to die.

I came out to find

Isa's men waiting for me.

Mathu and I

against 40 of them.

RAKSHAK PARTY

It was certain that I'd die,

but that voice kept my hope alive.

It said, "You'll live, Gaitonde."

But I needed a miracle...

and it happened.

Men dressed in black came and took me away.

I was half-conscious,

but I was dying to meet the one

who saved my life and changed my fate.

That man was my third father.

A mastermind.

He played a game with me in the prison

and now, he's playing the 25-day game with Mumbai.

He told me to leave Mumbai.

Twenty-five days is all you have to save Mumbai.

Gaitonde told the cop about the 25-day matter.

The country's in danger.

Everyone will die, except Trivedi.

Mr. Sartaj, my information is never wrong.

Holy shit.

Subtitle translation by Harini