Original subtitles

(Avinash) Hello.

(Kabir) Sir, Kabir speaking.

Gujjar has asked for ₹1 million.

Send the money as soon as possible.

My life is in your hands

or in the hands of Lord Bhairon.

Is the deal going to happen in Bhairon Temple?

Yes, sir.

(rhythmic chanting of Sanskrit mantra)

(Avinash) Only those who take who take risks create history.

My team and I had risked everything

by going to the Badlands.

The weapons had gone out of UP.

If Gujjar got hold of those weapons,

he would have become even more powerful.

Then it would have been impossible to defeat him.

And to make this possible,

we had only 24 hours.

(clock ticks)

(thrilling music)

(title montage)

(tense music)

Why did you go with them?

Gujjar took me along.

Is it?

He let you go with him when he never allowed me.

Do you think you can lead the gang?

(woman) Do you think you can?

You can't even handle your husband,

let alone run the entire gang.

If you were any good,

Gujjar wouldn't have brought me here.

Bloody whore.

Think you've got too much heat between your legs.

I'll calm you down for good.

You don't know this Reema.

(woman) Hey! What do you think you're doing?

No one knows you except for a few gang members.

Understood!

You witch.

(Reema) Bloody whore.

(Gujjar) Hey!

(Reema) I will kill you today.

(Gujjar) Hey!

What is going on?

What is it now?

Something good is about to happen,

and you're spreading bad luck.

Be quiet, shameless.

You are the one bringing bad luck.

By making this whore your wife.

And now a minor girl also...

Watch your tongue.

How about you watch your gang first?

We were once a gang of a hundred.

Now, there are only 20 left.

If this continues,

this bandit king will soon have to beg...

(tense music)

Witch, no one dares to speak to Gujjar that way.

Make another mistake, and I will bury you in the Badlands.

(dramatic music)

Why don't you form your own separate gang?

What did you say?

What did you just say?

I am right.

The entire gang respects you.

But Gujjar humiliates you in front of them.

Is this justice?

Use your brains.

Think about it.

Form your own gang.

Gujjar will come to his senses.

Boy... you are provoking me

to get a safe passage from here.

What are you saying?

I swear on my mother I meant every word I said.

Keep it in the pocket.

Where is Gujjar?

He does not roam around in the open.

Leave the truck here

and come with us along with your men.

The truck will be with me

until Gujjar comes to receive it.

Do not show us attitude.

This is Chambal. Anyone who tries to be arrogant

is killed.

It is Gujjar's order.

Let us go.

(rhythmic chanting of Sanskrit mantra)

(Avinash) Mr. Zubair is a very important pawn.

First Nepal and then the Badlands.

The more they are focusing on this play

the more they are moving closer to the enemies.

At least this gave me the assurance

that I am on the right path.

Now, I've got the pawn.

Next, I will capture the queen.

And I will finish the entire game.

Hail Lord Shiva.

(rhythmic chanting of Sanskrit mantra)

Gujjar, is that you?

Not yet. I'm going to get him.

Yes?

Yes.

- Are the arrangements in place? - Yes.

- Let's see if Gujjar-- - (Avinash clears throat)

Mr. Rathi, you're looking handsome today.

Are you still angry?

You know me too well.

Look, my wife is already upset with me and left home.

Don't follow in her footsteps.

I can handle only one wife.

- What do you mean? - (laughs)

Get lost.

Stay alert.

Come on, take your positions.

And don't worry. I am here for you.

- You promise? - Of course.

Show up on time. On time.

We will try.

Okay.

It is the pilot.

(intense music)

They are coming. Ready.

(intriguing music)

Zubair?

Note?

Come on.

Get in the car.

(tense music)

Greetings, sir.

Glory to Goddess Bhavani.

Glory to Goddess Bhavani!

We've brought the weapons, sir.

Check them.

Sir, this machine is crackling.

Gujjar, glory to Goddess Bhavani.

Glory to Goddess Shaktirupa, Devi.

Is Zubair around?

He is right here.

Let me speak to him.

(tense music)

Zubair.

Zubair.

Zubair, where the hell are you?

I've been calling you. Why aren't you answering your phone?

Yes...

We're in the middle of the deal.

I will call you back later.

Okay.

Come on, untie him.

(Reema) You are free to go.

Make a run for it.

Run.

(tense music)

Yes.

Can you describe his appearance?

He's an old man. About 5 feet 8 inches.

That's not Zubair.

(tense music rises)

Trying to deceive me.

(gun fires)

Run...

(all clamour)

(guns firing)

(screams)

(gun fires)

(horses neigh)

(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(intense music)

Run.

(rhythmic chanting of Sanskrit mantra)

(guns fire)

(eerie music)

(panting)

Come on.

Oh!

(gun fires)

(upbeat music)

At times, I feel like the Lord of Death.

The only thing standing between someone's life and death...

is my trigger finger.

But then they clear my misconception.

It's only in exceptional moments

that I manage to do something extraordinary.

Otherwise, I am just an ordinary cop.

♪ Glory to Mahadev ♪

♪ Glory to Shiv Shankar Mahadev ♪

♪ Glory to Mahadev ♪

(intense music)

Come on!

Come.

Why you...

Sir, none of them is Guddu.

Who are you two?

Shut up, motherfucker.

Do you know who he is?

- He is Nandlal from STF. - Lala!

Shit!

Yes.

Listen to me. What are the STF doing in my room?

Deal with them.

Fucking Lala has switched off his phone.

I'll call him, sir.

Rascal.

- (phone rings) - Wait...

Yes, sir.

Duffers. Fools. Whom did you guys arrest?

Do you know he's the CM's right-hand man?

(amusing music)

Just say sorry to him and come back immediately.

You idiot.

Yes, sir.

Sorry.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

(phone rings)

Hello. Yes.

What...

Hold on. Please leave, everyone.

How?

When?

When did it happen?

Huh?

(eerie music)

(phone shatters)

What happened, brother?

What happened, brother?

(camera shutters)

(news reporter) Another significant victory for the STF.

Bandit King Abhay Gujjar, who once terrorised the entire state,

has become a part of history.

The Chief Minister personally congratulated the STF.

Those who once criticised the STF are now full of praise.

And the credit for this victory goes to one man.

Our supercop Avinash Mishra.

That's the world for you.

One minute, they criticise you.

And the next minute, they praise you.

I've been in this job for so long

that I feel more like a monk now.

Praise doesn't excite me, nor does criticism affect me.

Keep climbing the ladder of success.

I feel so proud.

If Poonam repeats these words,

then it will feel like a real achievement.

Where is she?

She is inside.

(melancholic music)

How are you?

How did you get hurt?

It's because you didn't see me off this time.

But this wound is not too deep.

I was in the Badlands last week.

I was on a mission,

but I kept thinking about you all the time.

Had I been in your shoes,

I wouldn't have stayed a moment with a person like me.

I've imposed my habits on you.

It's not easy to change every habit,

but I will try.

In the entire day,

the moments I spend with you and Varun are the most peaceful.

(tense music)

But those are gone too.

You can come back whenever you want.

But I want to let you know

that my life is incomplete without you and Varun.

(melancholic music)

(upbeat music)

TODAY'S NEWS - BANDIT KING ABHAY GUJJAR KILLED BY STF.

VEER BHUSHAN THAKUR CREDITED FOR SUPPORTING STF.

(female reporter) Not only did STF eliminate

a hardened criminal like Abhay Gujjar,

but they also averted a tragedy

by arresting a weapons dealer like Zubair Ali.

What is your opinion on this?

First of all, I am glad that the STF proved itself.

As for the praise,

the credit entirely goes to our respected Chief Minister.

It was his decision to form the STF.

(applauding)

As the Home Minister, I will make sure that

all weapons cartel cases in the future

are handed to Samar Pratap and his team.

- (man) Bravo! - Congratulations.

(crowd cheering)

Congratulations.

Brother has made the headlines.

I believe that it will eradicate the weapons cartel

from its roots.

(dramatic music)

This party is meant for us.

This party is for the STF, but the booze here is cheap.

That didn't stop you from downing four pegs.

What choice do I have?

We will drink whatever they give us.

This is the ground reality.

One who does all the hard work,

chases after the criminal day and night, risks his life...

gets to stand at the back.

Because those in front won't let him step ahead.

Everyone wants credit and medals.

Thank you.

One red wine, please.

Unbelievable, Mr. Sheikh.

You're standing at the bar counter sipping on juice.

You should be standing beside the CM.

Though I must admit the CM's PR game is impressive.

Kingmakers always watch the show from a distance.

I am sure you know that.

You must have heard... I don't ask unnecessary questions.

(chuckles)

Let's wait and watch which way the political scales tip.

Enjoy.

Hi, sir.

Your drink.

Let me.

You are?

Ahalawat.

Inspector Ahalawat.

- Ah, Dasgupta's chap. - Yes, sir.

He did tell me about you.

Keep doing as you're told.

Welcome, Mr. Sheikh.

What's the matter?

No glass in your hand.

I guess you're not happy with the STF and the government's victory.

If you resign, I'll throw a bigger celebration.

You know that very well.

(clears throat)

Come, sir.

Do you know how much losses we've incurred due to your differences?

You two are my strengths.

Sir, one photo.

- Sir, one photo of you three. - Let them.

Come on, smile.

We're going to be on the front page of the morning paper.

- Thank you. - (dramatic music)

Congratulations, Mishra.

Thank you, Mr. Sheikh.

Did I unknowingly make you suffer losses?

No, you haven't reached the point

where you can cause me any real damage.

In fact, I was going to ask whether all this scares you.

I am terrified, Mr. Sheikh...

of my hands.

They never really care who they strike down.

You are playing with a double-edged sword.

If you don't know how to handle it, you might lose your hands.

You are absolutely right, Mr. Sheikh.

But I'm a fan of Mahadev's trident,

which pierces the heart, mind and soul in a single blow.

That's amazing.

Enjoy. Enjoy.

(thrilling music)

(guard) Mr. Sheikh!

Mr. Sheikh!

Mr. Sheikh!

Mr. Sheikh!

Mr. Sheikh!

What happened? Why are you screaming?

Ma'am, out there in the garden...

What's in the garden?

(foreboding music)

(tense music)

You finally show up, Mr. Sheikh.

But empty-handed.

Where are our arms and ammunition?

Our guns?

So keenly you gave us a guarantee.

What happened to your guarantee now?

Did you shove it up your ass?

(screams)

- (woman screams) - (guns firing)

I've got twice as many men pointing guns for every one of yours.

You can shoot if you have a death wish, motherfuckers.

Otherwise, lower them.

(screaming in pain)

No!

No!

(intense music)

In exchange for our two mute ones,

your two speaking ones.

The scores are even now.

Inform your commander,

if he wants to work with us,

then he must admit...

There is just one king

and that's me!

(dramatic music)