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Time to start a war.

Bring me a unique presenter.

Welcome to MetaCore, Kas.

Yes, Danny Carvalho, I will go on a date with you.

You decide the place.

Saaheb has announced a new task force.

Commissioner Roy has been appointed as the head.

I still can't utter his name.

I won't leave you,

until you don't decide to go back.

Amit.

I am ready to go home.

I thought I had lost my Lakshmi as well.

Come on, everyone, back to work.

I miss Purushottam bhai.

Who knew behind that innocent face

was a sexual beast?

Sex in the car, cheating on the wife

have consequences.

I heard his throat was slit.

Good God.

All the footage is in this.

Call me if you need anything else, sir.

Okay.

This is exactly how you were watching me as I lay dying, isn't it?

Don't think I am out of your life yet.

What do you want?

Without saying anything, I'll take what's mine.

Lakshmi.

For three months, I waited patiently

But I couldn't help myself today.

I know you don't even want to see my face

Every day I would practise

what I would say to you when you came back.

But now that you are here,

everything I had thought of seems pointless.

I just want to say that

your father is very ashamed

of everything that happened.

I wasn't a good father.

What you were saying

and what you wanted to be, I never tried to understand it.

How did Amit die?

Lakshmi, let's not--

Who killed him?

A misguided boy.

Name?

Rashid.

Did he want to kill me?

Right.

But it's not your fault.

He wanted to take his revenge on me.

His father died in the 1999 riots.

And, as you know,

many people believe I orchestrated those riots.

So did he.

Since he lost a loved one,

he wanted me to lose a loved one as well.

An eye for an eye.

Lakshmi,

in my long political career,

I have done many things.

But there's a lot I didn't do,

but people still hold me responsible for them.

I...

don't want to give you any explanations.

I just

came here to ask for your forgiveness.

All said and done,

the truth is I was responsible

for Amit's death.

Give me one last chance.

Wasim bhai.

Thank you so much. Pradeep, take a picture.

Shake hands, sir.

Another one, Wasim bhai, with your arm around my shoulder.

Hurry up.

Wasim bhai, this is Sheesh Touk.

Try.

What the fuck is this?

Your prawns tikka is coming too.

But first, try this item from our new menu, please.

How is it?

Not bad.

See...

It's good to be innovative.

Wasim bhai,

thank you for cutting the ribbon.

Now Prabhakar's Bar will be a super hit.

Prabhakar, I should be thanking you.

Why, bhai?

If you hadn't raised suspicion about Babar's boys,

I would have failed to stop the riots in Mumbai.

Wasim bhai,

we both make a solid team.

Right.

Since you are wearing the police uniform again,

what is your next target?

There is something completely new.

But I haven't said yes.

But who is the target?

I'll be assigned to the Drugs Task Force.

Drugs?

Meaning now you will clean up drugs from Mumbai.

That's not my area.

Bhai, let me tell you a secret.

Heroes don't have a restriction of area.

A hero defines his own area.

You have a dialogue for every situation, don't you?

Thank you, bhai.

But remember...

every hero needs a sidekick.

You have

always been a big help to me.

Thank you.

How is my guest?

Absolutely fine.

Take good care of him.

He's invaluable.

Don't worry, bhai.

Everything is under control.

How much longer do we keep him there?

How are you?

Good.

If I could get a few books...

You'll get them, bhai.

Poornima dear.

It's Gurav kaka.

Open the door.

If you think Saaheb sent me here,

then that's not the case.

But you can take your time.

I--

I am so relieved to see you, so happy to see you.

Words aren't enough to express my feelings.

My dear,

we have built a beautiful memorial in honour of Amit.

There is a surprise for you.

Come in.

Close this and keep it over there.

I heard you haven't been eating,

so I ordered something from Vitthal.

I am not hungry, kaka.

So, beta,

what have you planned next?

You came to the point very smoothly.

Yes.

But I waited until you ate.

It's true, beta,

the party's future is in your hands.

Baba is looking after things.

Since you left,

Saaheb has been saying...

"Jagya,

"I will fulfil all the promises Poornima made.

"I will follow her policies.

"One day she will come back and take things forward."

So, you're coming back, right, beta?

See, you can tell your Gurav kaka everything.

Whatever is on your mind,

be it good or bad, anything.

I'll tell you when I am ready.

Take care of yourself, beta.

Take care.

Motherfucker!

30 years ago, I started as his dog.

Now 30 years later,

I am back to being his dog again.

Yelling at your reflection won't do anything.

What angers me the most is that

I was this close... this close to finishing Saaheb.

I guess I'll have to trust the word I hate the most.

Destiny.

That poor boy died.

That was terrible.

But I thought the path was cleared for me.

Saaheb was completely shattered.

First Ashish, then Amit.

His Lakshmi went into shock.

The entire Gaikwad empire had...

finished.

Everything was in my favour.

Then suddenly Saaheb called that fucking Wasim.

And that bloody--

Calm down, Jagdish.

You are going to have a stroke.

What stroke?

That Wasim found Poornima and brought her back.

Maybe she will quit politics.

After all, she lost her son because of it.

And she will never forget that.

I have seen it in her eyes.

She is ready to make a comeback.

And that, my dear Sone Maa,

is the end of my long journey.

The end.

All is not over yet.

Are you joking?

You don't know these Gaikwads.

They will stop only when they die.

That's why I tried to kill Saaheb.

And yet he forgave you.

Not once but twice.

So what?

Don't mistake it for his greatness.

That bloody fuck kept me alive

because he knows what I am capable of doing for the party.

How much more do I have to put up with it?

Jagdish,

-let me remind you-- -Enough.

I've heard it many times. I've heard it thousands of times.

"I am a survivor."

"I'll make my own path like water."

Et cetera, et cetera, and more shit like that.

-Good evening, ma'am. -Good evening.

Danny Carvalho.

He's waiting for you right there.

Wow!

Afreen!

Who is Afreen?

No, no, it's no one.

Come, sit.

Please.

Danny, this is too expensive.

Do you think I'll select a restaurant

where I can't pay the bill

and insult me as well as you?

Please.

Good evening, ma'am.

Good evening, sir. Can I take your order?

-Yeah, please. -Yes.

-One beer, please. -One beer.

-And for you, sir? -Same for me.

Same.

Thank you, sir.

What took you so long to ask me out on a date, Danny?

You speak so confidently.

I am not afraid of anyone in life, Angie.

But when I first came to MetaCore

and saw you...

I nearly got a heart attack.

I never felt this way before.

Sir.

Thank you.

Ma'am.

-Thank you. -Enjoy your beer, sir.

Thank you.

To Angie and Danny.

Ching Chong?

It's been ages.

How are you and where have you been?

Hi, Kalpesh bhai.

I thought I'll never meet you again.

You left without informing me.

I found a better job.

I am a receptionist now.

But I miss your songs.

You've always been so kind, Kalpesh bhai.

Unfortunately, I stopped singing.

Oh!

Danny, this is Kalpesh bhai.

He was a regular visitor at my previous workplace.

-Hello. -Hi.

If you ever want to get into that line again,

call me.

Okay.

Bye.

I used to sing at a karaoke bar.

It's not the kind of place you think it is.

What am I thinking?

That I was doing something immoral.

What? No!

No, beautiful sky. Never.

I can never even think about thinking like that.

Then why did your face turn pale?

Because that moron...

called you that.

Chinese slur?

Yes.

You should have given him a tight slap.

It's racism, Angie.

I hate it.

It happens often, Danny.

How many people can I slap?

And, honestly,

Kalpesh bhai is really a good guy.

First, promise me

you won't let anyone call you that again.

I cannot go around punching people like you, Danny.

Then let me.

Okay, Danny.

Okay, Angie.

I will order.

Poornima-ji, you're looking better than before.

A little.

Baba came to see me.

He apologised for every mistake with folded hands.

I can't believe it.

Saaheb and apologising!

He said he wanted a second chance

to prove that he really is a changed man.

Do you really think Saaheb has changed?

I am not sure.

Doesn't matter.

If you return as the CM,

it doesn't matter what Saaheb's true intentions are.

This new Saaheb and the old Saaheb

both can retire in the mountains.

Gurav kaka came to see me as well.

To see whether I'll make a comeback or not.

What have you decided?

The only way to make sense of this senseless tragedy is

if I don't let Amit's death go in vain.

And that is possible only when I start living again

and return to serving the people.

You are absolutely right.

I cannot tell you how glad I am to hear that.

Gurav kaka was saying they built a memorial for Amit.

I will visit it tomorrow.

For the first time, I will face the people.

Not with Baba,

but alone.

That will send the right message to Saaheb.

Another thing, Wasim.

It's a request.

From today, don't call me Poornima-ji. Call me Poornima.

What?

That's not possible.

You are the only person I can trust blindly.

Whom I can call a friend.

I can't get myself to say it.

Encounter specialist Inspector Wasim Khan

does not have fear in his dictionary.

And you're scared of such a small thing.

I am not scared.

Then say it.

Say it.

Leave it, please.

Anna,

she made two calls from the highway.

First to an unknown caller.

Anna, the second call was to Wasim Khan.

My man is tracing it.

I will call you if we find anything.

Sir.

Wasim! Come in. Come in.

Jai Hind, sir.

Jai Hind.

Sir, I was a hundred percent sure I came to the wrong address.

We are operating on a tight budget.

Sir, such a tight budget?

This is worse than our underworld task force.

I know. But, to operate under the radar,

this place is perfect.

Sit.

Thank you, sir.

This isn't the first time when drugs were off-loaded in Mumbai.

Poornima-ji hasn't made a comeback as the CM.

So, Saaheb raised this issue to divert people's attention.

How does that concern us?

A politician's job is to make promises,

and our job is to get things done.

They talk the talk,

we walk the walk.

But the bottom line is

our job makes a difference to the common man.

Sir, I am sure the department has previously received orders

to clean up drugs from Mumbai.

But what do we do, sir?

We get on to the field.

We start making arrests from the bottom to the top,

and suddenly the entire drug trade shuts down.

Like it never existed.

I understand, Wasim.

But I'll do what we did in the '90s.

Sir, will I get complete authority?

Yes.

What are you saying, sir?

Then count me in

to shoot their bloody asses.

Good!

Let's begin.

A cop dies in the line of duty,

and his family is paid a measly compensation of ₹5 lakh.

Ravi Naik was the one who seized this cocaine consignment.

Something about his death bothers me.

Okay, sir. I'll check on it.

Okay, good.

-Good morning, sir. -Morning, sir.

Here they are.

Come in, boys.

Wasim, meet our team.

Sub-Inspectors Rehan, Das and Manek.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Big fan, sir.

Me too, sir.

-Area? -Dahisar.

And meet the last member of our team.

Hi, sir. I am Ojas.

It's an absolute honour to be working with you.

Ojas is from Narcotics

and has the most knowledge in this field.

Over to you, Ojas.

Sir.

We need considerable manpower to stop the drug trade in India

because, until now, drugs were smuggled in smaller quantities,

so no one paid much attention.

Three weeks ago, Ravi Naik received a tip-off

that India's biggest drug consignment

is arriving at the docks of Mumbai.

When he passed on this information to us,

my seniors didn't pay much attention to it.

1,000 kilos of cocaine.

People thought it was a joke.

But Ravi was serious,

and I trusted him.

So, together we kept a watch on the docks.

But that day...

he conducted a raid without telling anyone.

I arrived on the spot when my sources informed me.

Ravi was a dear friend.

If I had arrived 10 minutes earlier,

then maybe things would have been different.

Anyway...

the consignment was addressed to Shubho Granite Company.

Their office is shut, and the owners are absconding.

Sir, our raids are always unsuccessful

because of the nexus between our politicians,

the department and the drug trade.

This is why we must intervene.

Okay, sir.

Now we'll enter the battlefield.

Let's start from the bottom.

Done, sir.

After months of silence,

finally, I stand before you...

the beloved people of my state.

I want this memorial to be a symbol,

not of violence, hatred and anger,

but of peace, happiness

and of happy, laughing children.

My Amit's memories will keep reminding me

that my job has only begun.

I have to bring change in the lives of countless children,

give them a better future

and fulfil all the promises I made before the elections

Today I came here alone purposefully.

Without my Baba.

Because I want everyone to see

that I am standing on my own two feet.

To see this Poornima Gaikwad, who having lost so much,

having grieved,

having understood her goals better,

in a new avatar

and standing in front of you to make this great state even greater.

Jai Hind. Jai Maharashtra.

I knew this girl has guts.

She won't give up so easily, Jagya.

Our Poornima is amazing, Saaheb.

Yes.

Come on.

Are all the MLAs here?

They are waiting outside, Saaheb.

Yes, Pal.

What happened, Saaheb?

I am not leaving.

I thought I was strong.

I spoke with a lot of self-confidence at the memorial.

But I wanted to scream and run from there like a madwoman.

I could hear the bombs going off.

People screaming.

Blood...

And my...

my Amit's shoe.

My Amit!

My baby!

I've been trying hard for three months,

but I am just not strong enough.

I didn't know Amit's death would have this effect on me.

That my self-confidence would erode at every level.

That is why allow me to help you.

You need your Baba now.

To hold your hand and give you strength.

Even this ruthless man

is capable of love.

The love that he kept hidden for years.

Give me

a chance, Lakshmi.

I've always been so angry with you, Baba.

Blaming you for everything that happened in my life.

But the truth is that I am responsible too.

I knew...

I will have to pay the price for Ashu's death.

But I didn't know that it would be this big a price.

Forgive me, Baba!

I took your son from you.

Forgive me.

I finally understand that pain.

How did you endure it?

Lakshmi...

whatever you did,

I am the one responsible.

I apologise for everything

that happened between us.

Hayati Khamboj is here to see you, sir.

Let her in.

Letting her in.

Amal, lights to normal.

Turning lights to normal.

I was at Black Coffee's concert in Ibiza.

That guy puts on a great show.

Hayati, you should experience the world of virtual reality.

Sir, I like real people more.

Thank you.

Okay.

Are we ready?

Yes.

Let the games begin.

Good morning.

Good evening, sir.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, girls.

How are you doing?

Good morning, sir.

Please call me Kas.

Have a nice day.

I just love MetaCore.

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

Can't believe this clown was offered a prime-time show.

I know.

Truth.

What is the truth?

And where is the truth?

It's deceitful and elusive.

But combing through the sea of lies

and bringing it to you every day on prime time

isn't just my job

but my duty.

Brothers and sisters, you are watching The Truth With Kas

with yours truly, Kas.

As you recall, two weeks ago,

1,000 kilos of cocaine was seized from the docks of Mumbai.

This amount is enough to turn this city of dreams

into a city of death.

What happened after this incident?

Nothing.

So, we sent our TIT,

the Truth Investigation Team, to investigate,

and we learned that these docks

are run by the leader of the MJS party, Ameya Rao Gaikwad.

Maybe you already know this,

but are you aware of what transpires in these docks?

TIT, play the footage.

Yes.

These women work in shifts,

day and night, 24x7.

The money you saw arriving in the trucks

is black money.

This money is then distributed in different parts of the country,

in different sectors of the economy.

And that black money then turns white or legal.

Brothers and sisters,

this process is called money laundering.

TIT, freeze the frame.

Running this operation smoothly is only possible

when these people have the blessings of the big boss,

Ameya Gaikwad, who controls the docks.

And if Gaikwad Saaheb can encourage money laundering,

then he can do the same for drugs as well.

In fact, I would say that, without his blessing,

forget drugs, not even a bird can land on the docks.

Friends, my job is to ask questions

because that's where the answer lies.

So, I want to ask who do these drugs really belong to.

I know what you're waiting for.

Who?

Who?

Who?