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This whole world...

this universe...

it's actually segregated
into three universes.

Right on top are "the Heavens."

That's where the Gods reside.

In the middle is "the Earth"

where the humans live.

At the very bottom is...

"the Paatal Lok (Netherworld)."

The one that belongs to the insects -
the creepy crawlies.

It's all there in our scriptures, but...

I read it on WhatsApp.

Come on, man.

They haven't even announced
the test results yet.

If I pass, I'll have to prepare
for the interview anyway.

God forbid...

what if you don't?

Well, then I got to prepare
for the next year's test.

Buddy, no book's ever
going to teach you...

what I'm telling you about.

Yes, sir!

The three universes.

Our station...

Outer Jamuna Paar,
that's the fucking netherworld.

Which cockroach got murdered here...

which bug's bike got nicked...

which flea is giving
his wife a black eye...

no one really gives a fuck.

No matter how good your investigation is,
no promotion for solving a case like this.

So I should then be praying for
a Lutyens' Delhi posting.

Ashoka Road, Aurangzeb Road?

That's where heaven is, right?

Well... that it is.

But what happens in
heaven stays in heaven.

No word ever gets out.

Nothing for a poor cop then to
investigate, or get promoted.

-Shakurpuri JJ Colony.
-Right?

A complaint just came
in from Shakurpuri JJ colony.

The nearest PCR van to respond.

Preet Vihar, Vasant Vihar...

Mehrauli, Noida...

Now, that's Earth.

But every once in a while,
the crawlies from Netherworld

crawl out into the open.

And bite at their precious souls.

And when that happens, there's a scandal.

Aarushi scandal,

Nithari scandal.

And that's the only kind
of investigation that will get

a cop promoted in this town.

Sir, I'm not sure I agree.

Really?

When did you join the force?

It hasn't been that long, sir.

Been about three months.

Three months.

I have spent fifteen years
in this netherworld, kid.

You got to believe me.

-This is just your routine, isn't it?
-It was me who called.

Just look at the way he is going at her.
Happens everyday.

I will drink!

-I will, got it?
-How dare you, dog!

Why don't you just die?
Just go and die somewhere.

Leave me!

Hey, come here!

Sit!

You bloody buffoon.

Motherfucker!
How dare you touch my man?

Your ugly body is going to rot and stink.

You'll have roaches
coming out of your ass.

Get Master ji on the phone.

It's been three fucking days.

Just let me speak to Master ji.

Order.

Cancel.

But...

Let's go.

Sir...

We forgot to add that
canceled order to the final bill.

Exactly, it was canceled.
So why add to the bill?

But you ordered it!

I never ate it though, did I?

You'll have to talk to the manager.

Go fuck yourself.

Bloody cheapskate.

Step on it.

Faster.

Lose them, motherfucker!

Come on, they're getting away.

Quick, quick!

Don't let them get away.

Where the fuck are you guys?

Overtake them, now!

Block him.

Back away, fucker!

Turn around.

Now what's going on over there?

Get the camera. Quick.

Dahiya.

Media... media!

Cover them.

Open the boot, motherfucker!

Out of the car, now!

-Nab him!
-Come on, out!

Come on!

Hey, wait!

Stop right there, motherfucker!

Easy, asshole. The car's brand new.

Catch him!

Guns on hold.

Quiet!

Move back, move back.
It's the Delhi Police.

Move back!

Handle them!

Reports coming of a big incident
on the Yamuna Bridge.

PCR vans to respond.

Step back!

Move back.

-Hey... move aside.
-Move back.

-Delhi Police.
-Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary.

Outer Jamuna Paar Police Station.

This area is under our jurisdiction.

Come.

Hold on for a moment, sir.

-DCP Bhagat, from the headquarters.
-Jai Hind, sir.

Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary,
Outer Jamuna Paar Police Station.

-Get the crowd under control, Chaudhary.
-Sure, sir.

And book these four under
your police station.

Sir, what are the charges?

Conspiracy to murder.

Please, move your cameras!

-Step back!
-You can't do this, sir.

Kabir M.

What's M?
I need the full name.

M. That's it, sir.

You from down South?

Sounds like a South-Indian name.

Strip!

Bhati, search him.

Stand up.

I said, stand up.

Now, strip.

Name?

I don't have all day.

Motherfucker!

Tell me your name, asshole.

Tokas!
What's wrong with you, man?

Don't you know the media
and the bosses are around?

Just doing my job, sir!

These fuckers won't give their names.

Step aside.

You, stand up.

Hands in the air.

Take down the details.

His mother called from Meerut.

Take your clothes off.

-So, the mother goes--
-Ma'am, I've done nothing wrong.

I work at that mall, Shoppers' Zone.

Just hitched a ride with these guys.

So the mother goes,
"Your Police Station is on TV.

Why don't you come out
and wave at me?"

Can you even believe it?

Yes.

Well, her knees are better off...

Hold on.

I said strip, strip you bitch.
Take this off.

But the damned thing
gave her ulcers down there...

Those pills generate a lot of heat.

We recently got the house painted.

So, what else is on TV?

And this right here is the yellow phone.

And now see it go flying

right into the dark depths
of the Yamuna river.

Right in front of the
eyes of the Delhi Police.

But the big question
is what was in this phone

that the accused was trying to hide?

Talk about bad timing!

Sir, I can do this.

Chaudhary, step outside.

Sir.

Who's going to lead the investigation?

Sir, Vikas Bahl.

He's on leave right now.
But should be back in a week.

Can't delay the
investigation by a week.

Chaudhary made the arrest.
Let him handle it.

Sir, Chaudhary doesn't have it in him.

It's a big case.

And he has got no track
record of investigations.

It's an open and shut case.

We caught them red-handed,
for God's sake.

All he has to do is
just follow the rule book.

-Dahiya!
-Yes, sir.

-Brief Chaudhary.
-Okay, sir.

Well...

Sir, where did the tip
come from?

An anonymous call from a
public phone in Munirka.

And what exactly was the tip?

Nothing much.

Just that these four staying at Hotel
Uptown were planning a murder.

Hotel Uptown.

But how did the tipper know
of their plan to murder?

Maybe he was from their gang.

Or someone overheard something
at the hotel.

We're hoping you'll figure
out the rest.

Sure, sir. But doesn't the
Intelligence department

normally pass on such tips
to the local station?

-Sir!
-Yes.

Sir, Chaudhary thinks we broke the
protocol by arresting them ourselves.

-No, sir. I just--
-He's right.

You are absolutely right.

But there wasn't enough time.

The tipper said the kill
was to happen today.

There was no time to bring
you guys in.

But the bastards sniffed
something and fled...

till we caught them on the bridge.

Any info on who the target was?

As you can see,

Singh Saab is being more than fair
with his revised offer.

I guess I'll have to repeat
what I said in the last meeting.

I am not resigning.

I've given four years
to this damn channel.

Built it from scratch.

And if he thinks he
can just throw me out--

Sir, it's nothing personal.

Singh Saab is just going by the--

Your Singh Saab can go fuck himself.

Can you give us
a few minutes, Rajeev?

I'll send some fresh
coffee in the conference room.

-Okay?
-Alright.

It's not just about the ratings, Sanjeev.

Singh knows something else too.

That you've been looking for dirt on
their Delhi - Sonipat Expressway deal.

Singh is not the guy
you mess with, Sanjeev.

Just as we were speaking about the
freedom of Press in this country,

we have some startling
breaking news just coming in from Delhi.

Four people have been arrested

and it seems a prominent
journalist is under the attack.

We'll take you straight to the
Outer Jamuna Paar police station in Delhi

where we have Kaveri on the ground there
covering this piece of startling news...

Sir, you really need to see this.

After a dramatic chase, a team of
Delhi Police Intelligence

managed to catch all the four accused

who are now locked up
in this very police station.

The police refuses
to disclose further

but our sources in the police
department have revealed

that the target of this failed
assassination attempt

could have been journalist
Sanjeev Mehra.

Of course, at this point of
time, it is unconfirmed information

and we're trying our
best to get this verified

by the higher authorities
in Delhi police.

But from the look of it,
this seems like another attack

on the Freedom of
Press in this country.

Hello?

Sanjeev...

it's the Police Commissioner.

Sanjeev!

Hello, sir.
This is Jai Malik, his colleague.

Where is his slate?

The bastard won't speak.

We didn't get his full
set of fingerprints either.

Come on, give us a show.

They say even the dead sing here.

Just wait till the court appearance, mate.

You too shall sing like a canary.

What is his name?

Wasn't telling us his own name.

He's the smart ass of the lot.

Why did you throw
the phone in the water?

What phone?

It's on TV, motherfucker!

They show just about
anything on TV, sir.

See what I mean, sir?

Sir, the evidence listing is done.

We found some dollars on the girl,
along with this phone.

Who is the artist here?

It's Kabir M.

He also had this strange
medical certificate on him.

Looks like a circumcision certificate.

Wasn't he the one driving the car?

Yes, sir.
I think it's stolen.

The number plate and
chassis details don't match.

We're running a check on it.

Check their records.
Let's see what the system throws up,

especially on this one.

I don't think I can go on air tonight.

And we can't run this.

The Police haven't confirmed anything.

What did the Commissioner
say on the phone?

He'll get back to us when
he has something concrete.

If we run this now,

and it turns out to be false,
we're going to look like amateurs.

I know.

But it's the top story
tonight on every other channel.

We don't want to miss out on it.

Last I checked I was the one making
editorial decisions around here.

Of course.

Ask Gayatri to take over 9 PM.

And tell her we're
not running this story.

Been a rough day.

Come, I'll drop you home.

Move aside.

Make way, please.

Move out.

-Don't blame us if you get hit.
-Please move.

They'll blame us afterwards. Move!

Hello?

Yes, Dolly. I told you I am fine.

Yes, yes.

Please, move.

Step out of the way!

Yeah, I'm coming home.

On my way. Yeah, bye.

What the fuck!

Who are these people?

They are us.

So, who do you think
can be behind this?

Singh Saab?

That's taking it too far, Sanjeev.

But didn't you say he's
not the guy you mess with?

Maybe, it's Dashrath Kumar.

I doubt.

It's been three years since.

Snakes and politicians...

they never forget.

After all, you had ruined
his political career.

Do you not remember?

What do you think, sir?

Is it Dashrath Kumar who
sent these four guys?

Well, there's definitely
a big daddy behind them.

Else why'd they try
and get rid of that phone?

Sir, didn't you think
the Intelligence guys

were a bit reluctant
in giving out the details?

We didn't really get
much from them!

Look, these guys down
at the headquarters...

they think us worthy of
only traffic arrangements.

Not for any serious police work.

So they filter out the
information for us.

Need to know basis.

Right.

Who is it now?

-Hello?
-Sir, this is Shefali from Times.

Who's that?

Wanted to get your comment
on the Sanjeev Mehra case.

Oh, damn!

Ma'am, the investigation is still on.

It's still a work in progress.

And currently we can
only give information on...

Hello!

-Need to know basis.
-Sir...

Yes, Mom. What's up?

Sanjeev's absolutely fine.

Yes, I am good too.

Yes, Mom, all's well.

No, I am not stressed at all.

It's all good.

Honestly.

Listen, Mom. It's nothing.

Hello?

Yes, just hold on for a second.

Just wait, Mom.

Savitri.

There you are, my baby!

Ma'am, are you talking
to your husband?

Ma'am, how did you feel when you
learnt of the attack on him?

What will be the first thing you say
to him when he gets home?

Shit.

Just what I feared.

You can go.

I'll sneak in from the back door.

Are you sure?

Be careful.

Yeah, Dolly.

Sanjeev, I am very scared.

Where are you?
I need you.

I am on my way, Dolly.
I am right here.

Did you take your pills?

I can't breathe, Sanjeev.

I just can't breathe.

They are there everywhere
outside the house.

I couldn't even step
out to feed Savitri.

Dolly, what do you want me to do?

Just come home, Sanjeev.

Please just come home.

Come home and tell me we'll be fine.

Just hold me, please.
Just do something.

Come fast, please!

For God's sake, Dolly...

You know I almost got killed today.

For once, can it not be
about you and your anxiety?

Why are you saying all this?

Why are you saying all this, Sanjeev?

I was worried sick since morning.

Everything I do, I do it for you.

Sanjeev--

Hello?

So a penguin walks into a bar,

and he goes up to the bartender and says

"I am looking for my brother.
Have you seen him?"

And the bartender goes
"I don't know. What does he look like?"

You know because penguins,
they all look the same.

Sara, right?

Sara Mathews. 6 p.m. Feature.

Looks like you haven't
heard the breaking news tonight.

Of course I did.

I just figured that if you
wanted to talk about it,

then you wouldn't be sitting
alone in a bar right now.

You know I was...

I was in my last term at Cornell,

when you did that
Dashrath Kumar story.

And the sheer audacity of it...

The next day you went
right up to him,

with cameras in his face
to break this story of the sting.

And just what does he have
say to admit his guilt?

One word.

"Motherfucker!"

That's when I decided that I'm...

I'm gonna come back to
India and work for you.

We used to be heroes, you know.

People like us.

And then something about
this country changed.

And now we get trolled, and killed...

fired.

Sir, we're closing.

See...

we even get thrown out of bars.

Move away, you stink.

Not the first time I've heard that.

Not the first time you're
walking in drunk, either.

Thank you for killing the mood.

I wanted to tell you something.

Switch off this bloody disco
before sleeping at least!

Don't you dare touch my Gods.

Wait, I'll heat it up.

Now, who asked you to get up?

Should've thought of it
before getting all romantic.

Now that you're up...

can you give me a massage?

My head is throbbing.

So, what was it that you
wanted to tell me?

An investigation has come my way.

I'll be reporting straight to the
headquarters, to the DCP.

You should've seen Virk's face--

So you got promoted finally?

Why don't you ever pay attention, woman?

It's not a promotion.
But it's a big case.

The first one in ages.

If I crack it, I can probably still
make something of myself.

-Oh!
-Why did you stop?

How did Sanjeev Mehra's
name leak to the media?

It was sensitive information, right?

Only your team knew about it,
apart from Intelligence.

Ansari and I were
still in the briefing

when the news had leaked out.

Bhagat is pissed.

We could've done without all the
attention the case is going to get now.

Jai Hind, sir.

What's the update, Chaudhary?

Sir...

I've no idea how Sanjeev Mehra's
name got leaked to the media...

Screw all that.
What's the update on the case?

Sir, that Tope Singh seems
like the leader of the pack.

We're trying to get their
records out in the meantime.

I am sending two officers
for Mehra's security.

You take them along when
you go to brief Mehra.

Yes, sir.

Sir... how much do we
give out to him at this stage?

Need to know basis, Chaudhary.

Yes of course, sir.

Why the fuck haven't
we found that phone yet?

Look for it.

Only thing that will calm
these assholes down.

Yes, sir.

-I am sorry.
-It's okay, honey. I am fine.

Hathi Ram Chaudhary, sir.

Outer Jamuna Paar Police Station.

Sanjeev Mehra.

Everyone knows who you are, sir.

Ma'am said you weren't
home last night.

Yeah, there were all these
reporters outside the house.

So I checked myself into a hotel.

You will have to be a little
careful for some time, sir.

Take these guys along
wherever you go.

And there'll be another
team for the night shift.

Is there anyone you suspect?

Any old enemies?

A powerful man you exposed
in the past. Feathers you ruffled...

Part of the job.

Are you having an affair?

Routine questions, sir.

Just trying to get the
obvious out of the way.

Nope, nothing like that.

You got anything on those four?

Early days, sir.

You might have to drop by the police
station for identification.

I'll take your leave then.

Sir, we're still trying to
get his name out.

Vishal Tyagi.

Tope Singh.

Kabir M.

Mary Lyngdoh.

And Vishal Tyagi.

Fourteen day police remand approved.

Sir.

Sir, I'm calling from Delhi Police,
the Outer Jamuna Paar police station.

We've a stolen car
from Muzaffarnagar RTO.

Four arrests. Can you run their
records through your system?

Their names read...

Good you came early.

There's pasta for dinner.

Kill me already.

Where is Siddharth?

Siddharth.

Siddharth.

Can you explain?

When were you planning
to tell us you flunked?

And this...

How come my signature
is on the report card?

I don't want to go to that school.

So which school do
you want to go to?

Happy Valley.
All my friends go there.

For they are a bunch of useless lot.

Do you even know what it takes
to get admitted to your school?

Any idea how much I begged
my bosses to put in a word?

Too bad!

-Don't you dare!
-What's wrong with you two?

Always ready to butt heads.

Then why don't you
knock some sense into him?

Did you even know his
mid-term results were out?

Always ready to lecture!

Siddhu!

Siddhu!

What now?

Sir, can you come down
to the station?

Why?

We got their criminal records out.

That Vishal Tyagi is
Hathoda (Hammer) Tyagi.

The most wanted gangster
in Chitrakoot, UP.

Never been arrested.

Cases?

Kidnapping, ransom, extortion...

and forty five murders.

Sir, there's nothing here.

Fuck me!

Try over there.

Can't even shit in
peace in this city!

Wait, I'll drop you to school.

Siddharth...

Siddharth!

-What's with the temper?
-It's nothing.

He won't even talk to me properly. I
told him I'll give him a ride to school--

That's your problem.

Did you ask him whether
he'd like a ride?

No! You simply declared it!

So I need to ask for
his permission, is it?

Is that how it works these days?

You so remind me of your father!
And mind you, not in a good way!

My father? Really?

He'd whack me with his belt.

Never needed a reason.

Have I ever raised
my hand on your son?

Help me with the luggage,
will you?

-Come on, man. Help me out here.
-No, I am getting late.

It's right here.

Yo, Brother-in-law!

How you doing?

Where to? Shining uniform and all?

To a film shoot.
And guess what, I am playing a cop.

You forgot your lunch--

Jitu! What a surprise, brother!

Well, with me,
you can always expect one, sister!

Jitu, sorry, I need to head out.

He's come after so long.

Why don't you stay for breakfast?

Don't worry. We can
always do that tomorrow.

I'm here for a couple of days.

Hear that?

He's here... for a couple of days.

But you can help me with my
luggage before you leave.

It will only take a minute.

Ready to talk now?

Give me the name.

Speak up.

Tell me.

Don't you glare at me like that!

I said look away, motherfucker!

Forty five, is it?

No fucking way we're
getting anything out of him.

Friend or client?
You lying Nepali whore!

You sleep with foreigners, don't you?

Where else will you get
the dollars from?

That... that's my hobby.
I collect currencies.

That doesn't sound
like no hobby to me!

Singing. Dancing.
Now those are hobbies, bitch!

Do you take me for a fool?

Speak up. What were you
doing with those three?

I was at my friend's
place the night before.

Couldn't find a cab to
go back home in the morning.

So you hitched a ride with them?

Yes, sir.

Then how did the towel from
that hotel land up in your bag?

Answer him.

Speak up!

They were here for three days,
would come and go at odd hours.

My sixth sense told me
something was wrong.

Oh, your sixth sense, is it?

Anything else?

Yes, one of them stole a towel.

They're going to make me
pay for it. How's it fair?

Anything else you saw? Or heard?

This is the other room they took.
This one!

Sir, it's occupied.

Who is it?

Sir, it's the hotel's policy--

Sir... what is it?

I need to check the room.

There's nothing in there, sir.

-Out of the way.
-But sir...

Well, don't get us wrong, sir.
She's my cousin...

We came to Delhi for
her wedding shopping.

Couldn't get reservations...
so had to share this one.

Recall anything else?

Oh, yes!

I overheard one of them arguing with
someone on the phone.

And what was he saying?

Seemed like a fight.

Something like - ''I've been hearing
this bullshit for three days.

I want to speak to Master ji right now.''

Master ji, is it?

Any other name?
Anything else in particular?

No. That's about it.

Check their IDs.

Check if they're really cousins.

Well, she's a distant cousin,
our surnames are different--

ID.

One more thing.

The one with the hound face?

He smokes like a chimney.

Three packs a day.

Do you smoke, Ansari?

The waiter at the hotel
has spilled it all.

That you were planning
to kill Sanjeev Mehra.

Who's Sanjeev Mehra?

How long have you known Tyagi for?

And who's Tyagi?

The others with you
have got criminal records.

You're clean.

Turn approver.

They'll go easy on you.
I'll put in a word myself.

So...

since when have you
been working with Tyagi?

He's a cunning man.

Forty five murders to his name.

What will you do if
he pins it all on you?

What was the plan?

What was your role?

Sir... I must say it.

No offense, but...

You can't even pretend how to smoke.

Sorry, sir.

Just tell me this, okay?

What's the 'C' for?

'C' for Chaaku (knife)!

It's 'C' for cocksucker.

You fucker!

You said you smoke.

I did. Once. Back in college.

He got you, didn't he?

Tokas...

Tokas!

Coming, sir.

-Where were you?
-Right here, sir.

Thrash the shit out of Tope Singh.

And make that Kabir fellow watch!

Go on.

And listen, make a good show of it!

-Got it, sir.
-Come!

It must be the bloody
opposition behind this.

Elections are around the corner.

Everyone would say the ruling
government wants to silence the media.

Finally we have a government and a PM
who is doing something for the country,

but these motherfuckers
will not let that happen.

Anyway, you tell me,
how are you dealing with this, son?

I'm all right, sir.

Thank you.

The lawyers said you used
bad words against my father.

Did you?

Who asked you to be here?

Go and see if the
turkey has been served.

-But, Dad--
-Go.

Idiot.

And I thought sending him
to Wharton would fix him.

Anyway...

why are you doing this, son?

If the channel is not doing well under
you, what do you expect me to do?

It's not a charity I run
here, if you know what I mean.

And what is this monkey
business I hear you are up to?

The expressway is a gift
to the people of the country.

And you're smelling a rat in it?

Sir, I was only doing
my job as a journalist.

Then go do it somewhere else.

Let us live in peace.

Just announce that you
are going on an indefinite leave,

due to all the stress in your life.

The rest these boys will manage.

Right, Jai?

Of course.

If you fire me at this point,
my career is over.

There's a non-competitive clause that says
I can't join a rival channel for one year.

I'll be forgotten in a year.

Then do something else.

You're still young.

Go write a book on the
state of affairs in this country.

Or try organic farming.

It's very therapeutic.

But please, don't be a trouble maker.

It's not good.

For me...

for you...

for anybody.

-Rambir!
-Yes, sir.

Why hasn't this lawn been mowed?

Bloody moochers are all I get.

I'll play the bad cop.
You be the good one.

Sir!

What's with the royal treatment?
Make him stand.

Take his pants off.

Come on, quick!

-Stand up!
-I swear, I didn't do anything.

Trying to hide you're a Muslim?

No, sir. I swear I'm not--

-Hiding, are you?
-Sit straight!

What does the 'M' stand for
in Kabir M?

It is...

-What does it mean?
-It's my name, Kabir M.

-What the fuck does 'M' mean?
-Sit straight!

And this...

What is this certificate for?

My father... he got this made.
I had an operation for an infection.

Operation or circumcision?

Operation.

And who taught you to steal cars?

Was it again your abbu (father)?

Why are you pretending to be a Hindu?

Tope Singh has told us everything.

It was yours and Tyagi's plan
to kill Sanjeev Mehra, wasn't it?

We've found your criminal records...

You Muslim motherfucker!

Make him stand.

-Take his underwear off.
-I swear by my mom, sir--

Take it off, motherfucker!

Come on, you motherfucker!

-Sir, I haven't done anything.
-Take his underwear off!

No, sir. Please, no...

Fuck me!

Sir... may I?

Motherfucker ruined my shoes!

Want some water?

Here, try it. My father
used to make me read this.

Quite helpful.

I... I can't read Urdu.

Why? Didn't you learn that as a child?

It's from the 'Shuab ul Iman'.

'He who has shed tears fearing Allah,
shall be spared the darkness of hell.'

You're in the wrong. You know it.

Just tell us whatever you know.

Else this Inspector will make
this place a living hell for you.

They will kill me...

I'm here for you.

Tell us everything and I'll make
you a prosecution witness.

He agreed.

Thank you.

Well...

I probably went a bit too far in there.

Sorry.

It worked, sir.

I don't really know Tyagi.

In fact, I've never
met any of them before.

I swear.

Who gave you this job then?

I don't know about them,

but I got this job from Taariq.

Taariq who?

He's a car mechanic.

I've nicked cars for him before.

Like with every job, he gave me
an advance of fifty thousand.

The rest I was to get after the job.

What was the job?

Had to pick a car outside Delhi and
then meet those three here.

At a hotel in Munirka.

I had to stay with
them for a couple of days.

Take them around,
wherever they wanted to go.

And then dispose off
the car after the job.

Where can we find him?

He has a garage in the
motor market in Chandni Chowk.

Where's Taariq?

Don't know, sir.
Hasn't shown up in two days.

Where does he live?

Don't know.

I had absolutely no clue
what I was getting into.

I thought I was supposed
to just drive them around.

Where exactly?

Well...

We...

we followed Sanjeev Mehra.

Chaaku took his
pictures on his mobile.

His house, office...

Then I saw a gun upon Tyagi.

I was scared, sir...

I admit I'm a lowly carjacker.

But have never been
involved in shit like this.

I even called Taariq.
Told him I wanted out.

He threatened to kill
me if I backed out now.

They had a gun.

They had the chance.

Why didn't they kill him?

I don't know, sir...

I heard Tyagi having an
argument on the phone.

He wanted to talk to someone.

Was it Master ji?

Yeah.

He said he wouldn't do the job
if he doesn't get to speak with Master ji.

And then one day, he just
announced that we are to leave Delhi.

So you were leaving Delhi
the day you got arrested?

We need to find that damn phone.

We might get Master ji's number from it.
And Sanjeev Mehra's photos as well.

That's a crucial piece of evidence.

Yes, sir.

And then we have Taariq.

Just these two leads at this point.

Chitrakoot...

That's where we'll find
more juice on this Tyagi.

So much to be done here and
you want to go to Chitrakoot?

Trust me, sir. This is urgent.

See, Tyagi is the hitman,
he's from Chitrakoot.

Kabir is the driver, from Meerut.
The other two are from Delhi.

Tope Singh was possibly
the back-up shooter,

and the girl was a mere decoy.

The question is - who
put them all together?

Whose plan was it?

I'm sure it's Tyagi.

Have you seen his record?

-Numerous murders to his name.
-Sir!

But they don't even know him.

Maybe they're pretending
not knowing each other.

But sir, that Master ji...

Tyagi canceled the hit because
he couldn't get to speak with him.

Even the waiter at the
hotel has confirmed this.

I'm sure this 'Master ji' is
connected to the case.

And to find more,
I need to go to Chitrakoot.

We've got only fourteen days
to build the case, Chaudhary!

But that's the only way
to make some headway, sir!

We'll have to know
who these four really are.

Who do they work for,
what connects them to each other?

We'll have to go back into their lives
to find that connecting thread.

Alright then.

-But keep it short.
-Yes, sir.

And make sure Tyagi's name
doesn't come out as yet.

Let things cool off a bit,
we'll give a press release.

Yes, sir.

Jai Hind, sir.

Tea, sir?

No, thank you.

Sir, may I click a selfie?

For my family.

Sir...

Here they are.

Have you seen any of them before?

Sir?

No.

Never.

Their names?

Sorry, we can't let that out
at this stage, sir.

By the way, do you have
any connection with Chitrakoot?

Know anyone from there?

Nope. Why?

There's a lead we're investigating.

I know I've asked you
this before, but...

Anyone you suspect?
Any threats?

Well, they threaten to
kill you all the time on Twitter.

Or deport to Pakistan
at the very least.

You need to be a bit careful, sir.

Hope these two officers
are with you all the time.

Sir...

Even my son goes to
the Wordsworth Foundation.

-You want to give it a try, Arjun?
-Yes, ma'am.

Me nombre es Arjun Puri.

Me nombre es Arjun Puri.

-Okay, ma'am.
-Please, sit down.

Your turn, Siddharth.

You want to translate?

Please, translate for me:

My father's name is...

Quiet!

Come on, give it a shot.

Try!

Come on!

I was nearby, so I thought...

maybe I can give you a ride home.

Did you know that Sanjeev
Mehra studied in your school?

I can get you to meet him if you want.

Let me check.

-No, you were talking with Tanya.
-No. Why would I talk with Tanya?

-Where do you want to go?
-Maybe, some South Indian restaurant.

Tell me.

Jai Hind, sir.

We've got Mary
Lyngdoh's phone records.

There's one number she used
to frequently communicate with.

That number is no more in use,
but interestingly,

both these numbers are
registered at the same address.

It's a fruit stall on
Nizamuddin railway station.

Have sent the details
to you on Whatsapp.

Oh, okay.

In case you are around there,
could you please check it out?

I'm going to Zakir Nagar.

Taariq's uncle lives there.

Okay...

-Let me see.
-Thank you, sir!

-Yeah, bye.
-Bye!

Sorry, Siddharth.
There's some work I need to--

Hello?

Hello? Who's this?

What happened, sir?

Well... nothing.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

-Hi...
-Hey!

Sara...

Listen, can you find out
something for me?

How would I know?

You should.
This is the registered address.

My father used to sell SIM
cards along with fruit juice...

to these kids at the station.

-So, he was a dealer?
-Yes, sir.

Why are the SIMs registered
on his address then?

Well, you know these station rats.

How would they have
any address proof?

So my father registered
the SIMs on this address.

How many SIMs has he sold?

He sold these for more than a decade.
You do the math.

You know this is a crime, don't you?

I'm done with that line of business.
I swear.

The rules are so stringent now.

Where's your father?

Conked off last year.

How about some
pomegranate juice, sir?

Sir, please get me some juice...

Scoot off, you vermin!

An asshole just like
your father, aren't you?

-I'll break your balls.
-Fuck off!

-Where can I find Hassan Mohammad?
-Over there, sir.

Uncle, I swear the ball
won't come your way again.

Please, return the ball.

Assalamu alaikum.

Alaikum assalamu.

Is Taariq home?

Well... no, he isn't.

The old fuck's lying.
He's inside!

Such a fucker--

You little fucker!

Tokas, wait here.

He isn't here, sir.

-Check inside.
-Tariq isn't here.

My nephew isn't here, I swear.

Move! Let us do our job.

Bhati, check all the rooms.

You...

Sir, that's him.

Taariq, run.

Catch him, Tokas!

You, motherfucker!

There he goes.

Catch him!

Move!

Move!

Hey, hurry up!

It's an emergency.

Watch out, sir!
Traffic ahead.

Look ahead!

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Can we send out a lookout
notice from the headquarters?

Yes, sir.

Sure.

Send Taariq's photo
to the headquarters.

And go to the hospital with
some fruits to say sorry to that girl.

Her family is putting
up a show for the media!

It was her fault...

-and it wasn't that serious.
-Listen.

Unlike you, I don't have many
career options in front of me.

This case... it's all I got.

And because of this, DCP Bhagat is now
hesitant to send me to Chitrakoot.

I beg of you.

Just try not to
screw up henceforth.

I'm leaving.
Just cook some lentils.

The veggies I've chopped here itself.
Won't take long.

Manju?

Yes?

Sanjeev sir has sent
these for your family.

Pastries?

Nam myoho renge kyo

Nam myoho renge kyo

Nam myoho renge kyo

Nam myoho renge kyo

Sanjeev!

Sanjeev, wait.

Sorry, Dolly. I got to go.

But we're chanting for you.
You need this positive energy.

I know. But I really need to.

These are their names.

How did they look?

Like the man on the road
selling you pirated paperbacks.

Or the one driving your car...

or guarding your house.

You know, you can meet
a million killers as a journalist.

To come face to face with your killer...

There's something raw, something
primal about that experience.

Those eyes...

they're haunting me.

Does that make me a weak person?

That only makes you real.

I won't judge you...

if you don't judge me.

-Out, Toto! Sanjeev doesn't like you.
-It's not that. I'm just allergic.

You heard him, Toto! Out!

This thing's ruling
the Chinese markets.

It's got flavors like lime,
orange, strawberry...

It's going to make me a millionaire.

Long live my brother-in-law!

How's this for a surprise?

Now ask me what this is.

So what is this?

Hold on.

It was working a minute ago.

Oh, fuck man!

Finally.

Brother-in-law!

Tell me what it is.

Soda.

I knew you wouldn't get it.

This thing here is sparkling water.

This is what the Europeans drink.

Soda, sir, is history.

Now ask me what my latest
business venture is.

Sparkling water.

Cheers.

They were four, those motherfuckers.

Flexing their biceps and all,
just across the table from me.

The message they were passing:
Leave before we finish our drinks.

I just pulled out my gun...

and put it on the table.

I could practically hear the
bricks they shat on their way out.

Didn't have the balls
to even look back.

I had to finish their Gobi Manchurian.

Stop bullshitting, bro.

Since when do you have a gun?

Hold this.

Asshole.

Speak now, bitch!

Asshole.

Bro...

can I hold it once?

Just once, please.

Even Dad doesn't let me.

Not meant for sissies of
posh schools like you.

You need balls of steel
to hold it, kid.

Just one selfie with it, please.

I've got the owner's details
of that house Tope Singh lived in.

-Will go check it out.
-No.

I'll go myself.

You keep a tab on that phone search.

This is bound to happen when
you send one Muslim to catch another!

Brotherhood of the radicals,
what else?

Didn't you see his face
when Chaudhary sir...

called that Kabir fellow
"a Muslim motherfucker"?

Ansari!

We're getting late.

Let's go.

Let's find out Tope Singh's story.

I gave him a place to live in,
and a job.

I wanted him to handle my
business once I retire.

I was a fool to think he'll change.

The bugger duped me in business.

What could I do?
Had to throw him out.

When was this?

About six months ago.

I'm not in touch with him since.

Did you ever hear him
talk about any Master ji?

No.

I had warned my husband after
that 'incident' in the village.

And yet he took him in.

What incident?

Well, we don't know the details.
But he was in some trouble.

And given that he is my sister's kid,
I had to help him out.

Who else can tell us
more about him?

He was close to his uncle in the village.
His father's brother.

He would know for sure.

His name.

Mahipal Singh.

Haveliyan Village.

Punjab?

Why Punjab of all places?

Sir, part of the investigation.

I wouldn't have approached
you if it wasn't important.

Well, if it's so important,
maybe you should go.

Ansari is a rookie!

I'd have...

but I'm leaving for Chitrakoot tonight.

When did that get decided?

Direct orders from DCP Bhagat.

Oh, yeah.

Hathi Ram Chaudhary gets orders directly
from the headquarters these days.

Alright.

Who am I to question an order
from the headquarters?

Go.

Yes, sir.

Something I have noticed.

Virk sir doesn't seem very fond of you.

I'm senior to him by a year.

In fact, he trained under me.
Back in the day in Okhla.

He was a disaster.
We used to call him "Virk The Wuss."

I came up with it.

No, sir. I got to study.

But he was a class one ass-licker.

And that takes you a long way.

I stayed where I was.

First Okhla, then Kadkadduma...
and finally Outer Jamuna Paar.

Permanently posted in
this rotting netherworld.

Well!

Two years back when he got posted
as the In-charge here,

he calls me to his cabin and says--

''Look, personal history aside...

I'm officially your boss now,
so better call me 'sir'.

It's a matter of discipline."

That day I came to know.
It's me who is the wuss here.

This case means everything to me, Ansari.

Everything.

All right, here's another one.

That was great!

Just hear this one out.

Raju once calls some
of his buddies over for dinner.

While these guys were eating,
Raju's sisters come in and say,

"What's wrong, boys?
You haven't eaten a thing!"

So, the sisters put a chicken leg
each on their plates.

Legs, is it?

The next day at school, Raju asks
his buddies, how they liked the food.

The buddies reply...

Say it, bro!

The buddies reply...

Say it already!

Master ji!

Master ji!

Master ji!

What did the buddies say?

The ones who had gone for
Raju's dinner...

What did they say?

The buddies said...

"The food was just about okay...

but to see your sisters lift those legs...

that was fun."

Hello, Aru?

-Sanjeev, is this your new number?
-Yes.

Yeah, I think my previous
one was being tapped.

-This country is going to the dogs.
-Listen.

We're all disposable like Gauri Lankesh.

By the way, did you hear?

Kapoor is actively looking
to invest in a media outlet.

Who?

Vikram Kapoor.
Your defense scam guy!

-Can you even believe it?
-Sorry?

-Hello, are you there?
-Aru, just give me a second.

Dolly! Can we please do this later?

Sorry. Sorry.
We're almost done.

We'll be safe now, Sanjeev.

-Hello? Yeah, Aru.
-Yeah.

Aru, listen! I need some help.

Sure.

Do you know a good
crime beat journalist around Chitrakoot?

Someone with his ear to the ground.

Yes, Tokas?

-Jai Hind, sir!
-Jai Hind.

The river goddess answered our prayers.

A yellow phone has been
recovered from the waters.

Is it the same phone? Tope Singh's?

Looks the same to me.

Have you sent it to the lab?

Yes, sir. Forensics say the data recovery
will take a couple of days.

All right.

What the hell are you two up to?

Go over there.

Move along, guys!

You need to wrap up today.

I'm here to meet the Station Head.

State your purpose.

Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary
from Delhi Police.

Sir!

The Station Head has gone
to the MLA's house for some ceremony.

Which way is the washroom?
Need to freshen up.

The one we've stinks real bad.

But there's GG Restaurant
right across the street.

Show them your police ID
and they'll throw in a free breakfast.

Sit down, please.

Excuse me!

Would you know the way
to Mahipal Singh's house?

Mahipal Singh...
Tope Singh's uncle?

Are you talking about the Manjaar?

He belongs to a lower caste
but he slashed the upper caste boys.

Carved them open with his knife.

Up and down, left and right.

Motherfucker!

Are you sure you're
talking about Tope Singh?

Blood flowed through the village.

Oh yeah, he fucked them hard.

Where can I find his uncle Mahipal Singh?

Hurry up, guys!

Stop looking for that queen.

They don't make their way to losers.

Motherfucker, how did you
land yourself a wife then?

There you go!

Now say, who does the queen belong to?

She belongs to Mahipal.

Mahipal Singh?

Now who the fuck could that be?

He's doing really well.
Works for a big firm in Delhi.

He has made us real proud
in the community.

Well, that's what
I'm here to find out.

Which is this firm that
pays him to kill people?

What are you talking about, sir?

I think you're mistaken.

Oh, yeah? And how about the time he cut
those three guys up in this village?

It must be these villagers...
feeding you this bullshit.

My nephew is innocent.

Let's continue this chat
at the police station.

Sir, you can do whatever
you want to do with me.

Beat the hell out of me, sir.

But you got to listen to me.

It wasn't his fault.

I'm the loser here.

I failed him.

There's no respite for a Manjaar kid
in these shitty villages.

At home, there's the wrath
of a drunk father.

And outside, these upper-caste bullies
are out to fuck you.

I'm sorry, buddy.

Next time we'll gang up and thrash your
father with his own belt, all right?

Tope, are you listening to me?

They look like shit, they smell
like shit...

Manjaar!

Throw a penny
and they'll suck your dick...

That's a Manjaar!

Shame on you, kids!
Get lost.

"Shame on you, kids!

Get lost!"

-Cocksucking Manjaars!
-Let's go.

Tope Singh, what are you doing
with your sissy uncle?

How about you show us
your dick, Tope Singh?

Is it as big as a cannon or a bullet?

He ran away! Pussy!

Let's go!

-That motherfucker!
-Catch him, boys!

You Manjaar kid! Motherfucker!

Check there!

To heck with you!

Motherfucker!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!
-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!
-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!
-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!
-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!
-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

When a man has no way out,
he bears it all in silence.

But you show him just
a tiny bit of hope...

Hope... it's a bitch!

There's a rally passing through
your village and you're sitting out?

Don't you feel any responsibility
towards your community?

We've been oppressed for centuries.
It's time to hit back.

What's up, kid? Remember me?

Sukkha?

Sukkha who?

Now they call me "Danger Manjaar".

And I'm going to fuck them hard.

-The Manjaars of the world unite!
-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

My hands which were chained are free now

The hands which beat me I've broken now

Look who stands tall there at the corner

It's me, the boy you once traumatized

To hell with your caste system

I'm here to break the barriers
And your bones

Run, run as fast as you can

For your daddy is coming for you, bitch

My time to run is gone,
It's time to break your ass

Now it's your turn to run

My time to hide is gone,
It's time to break your ass

Now it's your turn to get scared

My time to run is gone,
It's time to break your ass

Now it's your turn to run

My time to hide is gone,
It's time to break your ass

Now it's your turn to get scared

I was a lost little soul,
A pigeon amongst you cats

But now I'm hard like a rock,
And sharp like a knife's edge

Your name's now marked on a grave

Your death stands in front of you,
And when the justice is served,

You'll feel every nail pierce your body

I'll hunt you in your dreams,
And my knife will carve through your soul

It's you who's the lost puppy now

I'm the son of the streets,
I feel no pain now

When your end comes,
It won't be in a hurry

I'll take my sweet time, this I promise

Come out and face me, bitch

And wait for the storm to hit you

Quiet in deathly silence it will arrive

And then I'll leave behind this shit hole

I'll become a fucking fugitive

If that's what it'll take to kill you,

Oh yeah, I'll be happy to be a fugitive

It's not the man himself but arms that
make him violent.

They make him feel invincible.

He starts to think that
he can change the way things are

the way they've always been.

I heard that you are acting
too pricey these days.

A cock-less tiger is more like it.

Who's willing to wager?
I say this tiger has no cock.

I am on.

I say he has a cock all right.

But it's no bigger than my pinkie.

Alright, Manjaar.
Out with it.

Come on, give us a show.

Oh, wow! He's going to show it.

Come on!

Throw a penny
and they'll suck your dick...

Alright, you punk,
now here's a Manjaar's stick.

You motherfucker!

My father, Balbir Singh will make
your mother pay for this.

What have you done, you fool?

Do you know what shit
you've gotten into?

Run. If they find you, they'll kill you.
Run away.

And don't you ever come back.

That's the head of the man
you thought would save you.

Please forgive him, sir.
The kid made a mistake.

You fuckers!

Isn't it enough that we
let you live in the village?

And now you expect us
to forgive your mistakes as well?

Lady, my son made your
son a promise.

That I will avenge him.

And it won't be just me,
but my ten men as well.

We never saw Tope again.

But we got the news that he
made it to his uncle in Delhi.

He took charge of Shauki's business.

Even his shady dealings.

The business flourished under him.

Shauki told us Tope conned him.

Women! And the thing
they can make you do.

And poor Tope? He was hungry
for love ever since he was born.

Who's this woman?

There was this girl.

It was all her plan.

And Tope got the blame for it.

This was six months back.
Who has he been working with since?

I haven't got the faintest idea.

Anyone called "Master ji"
that he mentioned?

He rarely called.

And when he did,
all he'd talk about is that girl Chanda.

Where can I find her, this Chanda?

Shauki would know.

He would address her as his kid.

But she was his mistress.

The whole place has turned into a dumpyard
because of the ongoing paint job.

What can you tell me about Vishal Tyagi?

They're all gangsters here.
That's how it is over here.

Every motherfucker is a criminal.
Hard to keep track, to be honest!

Lord Ram couldn't destroy them.
What can I do then?

Was he running his own operation
or was he working for someone?

What do criminals work for?
Money, power. The usual.

Can I get a list of people he has
been linked with in the past?

How come the good folks in Delhi

suddenly got interested in Tyagi?

Well, his name popped
up in an old local case.

I see! An old local case...

Good to know.

They were on their way to
Chitrakoot, but right then...

the incident happened
near Chitrakoot on highway 76

right under the noses of the UP Police.

A shameful act of rape and violence
in this holy land.

That's right. The land of the Gods where--

Motherfucker!

Hello?

The rape case this journalist
of yours is talking about,

didn't it take place across
the state border?

Then, why the fuck is
the news on our local channel?

Tell him to report to me, right now!

Anything I can get on
Tyagi's criminal record?

Shaligram!

Shaligram!

Lord Ram from Ayodhya had
once come to visit Chitrakoot.

Yes, sir!

And now our guest, Mr. Hathi Ram,
has come all the way from Delhi.

I want you to give him all the
assistance he needs regarding Tyagi.

He shouldn't get a chance to complain.

Here are the files of all the criminals.

Let me know if you need anything else,
I'm just a shout away.

Motherfucker!

We keep getting visitors such as
you from the police department.

How many times do I need to say,

we've got nothing to do
with him anymore.

I can see his photo up there.

It's his mother!
He was her only son, after all.

Who does he work for?

I'm just a lowly farmer.

Haven't got the faintest
clue about these things.

May those motherfuckers rot in hell,
the ones who took my son away.

Watch your mouth, woman!

Can't you see? The gentleman's here.
Go inside.

Which motherfuckers
are you talking about?

Why don't you tell him the full story?

Lying cunts.

As you can see, we've got visitors.

Please excuse us, sir.

Thank you for the help, Amitosh.
I searched my news agencies,

but couldn't find anything.

No wonder. Your English agencies forget
that there exists another India.

The one that doesn't speak English.

Well said, Amitosh!

You Hindi journalists have a finger
on the real pulse of the nation.

Is there any way I can
get hold of his photograph?

Now that's going to be difficult.

Please, Amitosh!

I've heard only good things about you.

They say no one knows
Chitrakoot better than you.

I know it for a fact that
only you can pull it off.

Now that you've put it like that...

Look, there's no recent
photograph of his.

But there's an old one,
from his school days.

I can try and source that for you.

Works for me.
Can you please share it on Whatsapp?

In the past also, there have been
instances of violence against journalists

because of their involvement
in some shady business.

If that is not the case here, then where
is Sanjeev Mehra? Why is he hiding?

-The man is going through a personal--
-Why is he hiding?

He is choosing to maintain a low profile
that doesn't mean he has something...

Respect his privacy.

Don't you think if the man is clean,

it's his responsibility
to come out in the open?

Sanjeev, we don't need these negative
energies in the house right now.

Now, he is not ready to
come out in the open.

Look, if you keep hiding like that, people
will call you coward, won't they?

Let's go for a vacation.

-We badly need one.
-Not now, Dolly!

Because that's exactly what
they want me to do.

Not for Armchair nationalists.

What do you mean by Armchair nationalists?

I am a nationalist and I am proud of it.

You can talk to me.

I need to take this.

It's a work call.

Hello?

-Did you check my message?
-Hold on.

-Is that--
-Vishal Tyagi.

Better known as Hathoda Tyagi.

Can we talk?

What do you want to know about him?

He's not human.

That motherfucker... he is a monster.

You want to know why he ran from home?

Smashed open the skulls of three kids
with a hammer, that too in school.

Who does he work for now?

Don't want to get mixed up in this.

You could go to his school
and check with Rajbir Gujjar.

He is the sports teacher there.

He was the one who
helped him get away.

Let's go inside.
He is my younger brother.

Go fuck yourself, you whore.
You have made my life miserable!

Hey!

Not when a cop is around.

And, where were you
when he left me a cripple?

I've come back home after a year.

I beg of you...

Please, leave.

Please, leave.

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,
-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,
-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,
-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,
-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

Long live Dalit unity!

How can I help you?

Never in my career have
I seen a shot-put player like him.

Holds the district record till date.

Another year with me, and he would
have made it to the national team.

You guys were close.

I'm sure he kept in touch.

Who remembers the poor old
high school coach after getting out?

Do you remember any teacher of yours?

Who does he work for?

What's going on over there?

Stop monkeying around, guys.

Sir, whatever he was up to outside

this school ground, I'd have no idea.

He killed those three kids
here in this playground.

Surely you know about that.

His three sisters had a "big job"
done on them.

Big job?

That's the lingo that
goes around here.

A "small job" means the girl
got fingered.

Rape, now that's a "big job".

And a "full job" would mean murder.

What was the reason?

Cliched as hell. A land dispute.

Between Tyagi's father and his uncle.

I'm sorry but that's the going rate
for a "big job."

Plus, there are three of them.

We'll need more men.

Help a brother out, Sispal.

I'm giving you three jobs, not one.

How about a bulk discount?

Why don't you just
get a "small job" done?

Young girls get fingered
around all the time here.

It won't get the message across.

We will do it ourselves,
the three of us.

You don't need to give them any money.

Have some shame, asshole.

Those are your cousins
we're talking about.

Move away!

Tyagi's uncle somehow managed to
put together money for the job.

And the job got done and
had the desired impact.

Tyagi's father let go of
his claim on the land.

But nobody factored in Tyagi
in this whole deal.

And Tyagi turned out to be
the deal breaker.

Next day, in the school
ground, he did a "full job"

on his uncle's sons to avenge his sisters.

And then he just vanished.

If you knew everything, why didn't
you disclose it to the police?

There's not a single
witness in this case.

It's a matter of justice, sir.

The rape of Tyagi's sisters never
even made it to the police files.

To save his daughters from infamy,

Tyagi's father got them married
the very next week.

But of course the word got around.

The in-laws didn't take kindly to it.

And then... shit followed.

They say the girls are used goods.

Tyagi loved dogs.

To cool down his hot head,
he'd make them lick his pate clean.

Time for me to go, sir.

Goodbye.

-Hello, Master ji!
-Bless you.

Press! Press!
I'm a news reporter.

I was at the police station
when I got to know that...

someone's here from Delhi,
inquiring about Tyagi.

So, thought I'd...

What's with the sudden
interest in Tyagi?

Just this morning, this lady
called me up from Delhi.

Sounded like a Christian name...

-Some Sandra or something.
-What was she asking?

Exactly what you're asking.
Who's Tyagi?

Who does he work for?

His criminal record etc.

So, who does he work for?

Have you ever heard of Donullia?

Donullia Gujjar? That bandit?

Bandit for some, saint for others.

No one really knows for sure
where he lives or how he looks.

Barring his four or five lieutenants,

no one has even seen
him for years now.

And yet, he controls the entire
region from his jungle hideouts.

How does he manage that?

His network of informers.

They keep him...

totally clued in.

And then there are his hit men.

That's where Tyagi comes in.
His most special and trusted hit man.

And on top of this entire organization
sits Donullia's brother.

What's his name?

I'm done here. Don't follow me.

But... who is Donullia's brother?
Where can I find him?

Wherever I look, I see you,
Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.

Wherever I look, I see you,
Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.

I'm a policeman! If anything happens
to my bag, I'll break all your teeth.

To hell with you!

Where did the man go?

Take off your shoes first, come on!

"Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.
Gwala Gujjar."

Good evening, sir!

The schedule remains the same.
In Sanjeev's absence,

Gayatri takes over 9 p.m.
And Sreeni will--

Hey! I thought you are on leave.

Nine tonight.
We're going out with this story.

The guy who tried to kill me.

But... let's discuss this.

Maybe Gayatri can find
a way to squeeze it in--

It's my life, my story.
And I'm doing it.

Okay. What do we know of him?

We know some of his major
crimes and their timelines.

What about his affiliations?
Any political links?

Not as yet.
There wasn't enough time to--

Look, it's ten minutes to nine.

I don't know the story yet.

The videos are yet to come in.

How are we supposed to do this?

We don't have any visuals,
except a photograph.

There are no templates
ready, no run downs.

No line reporter. No panel.

I'm sorry, but this is
prime time suicide.

Are you sure we are can do
a story without the whole shebang?

Maybe we can do this tomorrow night?

What if the story leaks out by then?

We're lucky to have
landed this anyway.

We do this, and we do this tonight.

One more thing. I don't
want any ticker running.

No EPL live scores,
no ads. Nothing.

Just put me one to
one with my viewer.

Handle the PCR tonight.

Come on, everyone.
You heard him.

Let's get cracking.

-Thank you! Do you know where Nikhil is?
-There.

Nikhil! I need maps and animation
of the Outer Yamuna bridge.

I need a minimum fifteen minutes.
Keep it for the latter part of the show.

Make it as soon as possible.

Find a way to reach DCP Bhagat
in Delhi Police Intelligence.

We've got DCP Bhagat's number.

Check with him if he is ready
to come on record during the show.

Good to have you back, sir.

Indeed, it's good to be back, Zoey.

Guys, he is miked.

Going live in 30 seconds.

Please, clear the floor.

Going live in 15 seconds.

Thirteen, twelve...

Eleven... be ready.

Seven, six...

And here we go!

Three... two... one.

Hello and good evening!

Sir, here's your bill.

Does Gwala Gujjar come here often?

Sir, if he started going to
every place he owns in this town...

That's true.

So, where's his office these days?

I wouldn't know about it.

That man over there,
he was asking about the boss.

Jai Hind, sir!

How the hell did the
media get a whiff of this?

Remote. Give me the
damn TV remote!

There he is, Vishal Tyagi,
also known as Hathoda Tyagi.

The dreaded, ruthless killer wanted in

forty five gruesome
murders across several states.

The station's here.

Stop it with the video game already!

Wear your shoes.

What happened, son?

Mom's gone. Dad's gone.

Where did they go?

They'll come back.
Are you hungry?

Do you want some bread?

Come on, have some.

Watch out or you'll burst.

-Mom's gone. Dad's gone.
-Calm down!

Don't worry,
Goddess will take care of everything.

Mom, bag! Mom, bag!

Thief! Thief!
Someone catch him!

My purse, my purse.
Give me my purse, you rascal!

There's so much in there.

A woman's handbag
is like her stomach.

You think only shit can
come out of it.

And then it throws out
a whole fucking baby!

It suits you well.

Yes?

Shall be home in the evening.
I have come to the Headquarters now.

Have you been promoted?

Yes, they are making me the Commissioner.
Now hang up!

How much is it?

Dahiya!

Look at your appearance, Chaudhary!

This is the Headquarters.
There is media inside.

It was an operational decision not to
disclose the identity of the accused.

So as to not compromise
the investigation.

But given that the
information was sensitive,

why share it with Sanjeev Mehra?

Like I said,
he made a judgment error.

We only gave him this information
considering he is the victim,

with clear instructions not to
discuss anything about the case.

Given a dangerous criminal
such as Hathoda Tyagi,

are any special precautions being taken?

-Thank you very much!
-Sir! Sir!

No more questions,
he has a meeting to attend.

Jai Hind, sir.

We had held back Tyagi's name
just to avoid a mess like this.

The Commissioner is pissed as hell.

This is the second instance, Chaudhary.

Sir.

This is how Mehra's name
got leaked the last time.

Sorry, sir. But I had summoned
Mehra only for identification.

How was Chitrakoot?

Sir, Tyagi works for someone
called Gwala Gujjar there.

Gwala Gujjar is a big
businessman out there,

with strong political links.

And not just that, he's the brother of
Donullia Gujjar, UP's most wanted bandit.

But what do these gangster
types have to do with Mehra?

They might be working for
some political party or a politician.

You remember Dashrath Kumar?

The politician whose scam got
exposed by Mehra's channel?

His constituency, Allahabad,
isn't far from Chitrakoot.

Interesting lead.

-Follow this, but be careful.
-Yes, sir.

-These are big people.
-Yes, sir.

And don't squeal it
all to Mehra this time.

Give that fucker a warning.

Yes, sir.

You are handling a high profile
case for the first time, Chaudhary.

Don't let these kind of
mistakes ruin your hard work.

Jai Hind, sir!

Jai Hind!

The person you're calling
is not answering.

Good morning, sir.

The Forensics people called.

The data recovery should
be done by tomorrow.

Want some special milk cake
from Natthu Sweets?

What's the good news?

Don't you know?

Ansari sir has cleared
the Civil Services exams.

The SHO has thrown a treat.

-Don't you forget us.
-Of course not!

And you better treat us all with
Mutton Biryani, alright?

Excuse me, sir.

-Hello, sir. There's good news.
-Congratulations.

Oh, you've heard it already?

Not from you though.

The person you're calling is--

You were the first person
I called when I got the news.

When I couldn't get through,
I thought I'd tell you personally--

-That's all right.
-The person you're

calling is not answering.

Sir, I have a new lead on Tope Singh.

He had a girlfriend Chanda.

They conned Shauki in his business.

She might know who
Tope Singh works for.

Then, try to find her.

Maybe you'll catch her,
like you caught Taariq.

Hey, you!

Who are you?

Sir, the tea guy sent me.

He's unwell today.

I'll call you back.

If anyone calls from Delhi Police,
I'm busy.

So, you lied during the identification
that you don't know Tyagi.

Can we talk in my office?

I had specifically instructed you,

that if you have any information,
talk to me first.

Was that difficult for you to understand?

You're forgetting that
we're the media, officer.

And we don't need anyone's
permission for anything.

It's you who is forgetting.
It's the police that solve cases.

Not the media.

No more visitors without appointment.

Yes, sir!

Sanjeev!

Singh Saab wants to meet.

Look, he's obviously not very happy
that you did the show last night.

But seems like the rest of the world is.

I'd think it's not
the right time to fire me.

Public sympathies are
a dangerous thing to go against.

You should tell him,

since you have his ear.

Morning!

What was that?

Compliments for the show last night.

It was good, wasn't it?

Yes.

Not in the office, Sanjeev.

You going for the Awards Night
by any chance?

What's the point?

Well... free booze, for one.

And the chance to hear
Vikram Kapoor speak about

the responsibilities of media.

-What?
-Yeah, he is one of the guest speakers.

Can you even believe it?

Are you tired of serving the same old
boring tea to your friends?

Bring home this Chinese man
who'll turn you into a super host.

With the array of flavors
it has to offer.

This Summer vacation, don't go out.

Stay in with Fusion Fizz.

Here, have some.

How's it?

Have some more.
I'll get the door.

I didn't like it at all.

You?

Home already?
I thought you'll be late as always.

-Greetings!
-Greetings!

Why don't you go freshen up?

He just got back to town.

-The gulab jamun are tasty.
-I bought it from a nearby confectionery.

Have some samosas.

What the fuck is this?

Want to eat something?

You said Jitu has left?

Yes, he'll take his stuff too...
in a couple of days.

I wonder where Siddhu is.

Go for it, sir.
Just trust me and place your bet.

You saw what happened
in the last two matches, right?

Today Bangladesh will take it home,
you have my word for it.

That's what I'm talking about.
Just go for it, my brother.

Yes, sir.

Motherfucker, fucked my head.

So, you cunts...
what can I offer you?

Beer?

That!

Ooh la la!

Bro, this isn't
for you private school types.

This is "boom boom shake the room" stuff.

I've tried it once at the school picnic.

Whoa! Look at him.

Go, get the stuff from the cupboard.

The left drawer.

Still looking, are you?

Got it, bro.

Get inside, you whore.

It's your mother who is one.

Today was the last day for business.

My cycle starts from tomorrow.

Where did you get picked up from?

Shalimar Bridge?

That's where you Nepali sluts
operate from, isn't it?

Are you mute?

I'm talking to you, bitch.

Listen!

Give me the blanket.

What's with the attitude, bitch?

Leave it!

You fucking whore.

How dare you hit me!

Come, now I'll show
you who's the boss.

Fucking cunt.

One cylinder costs three hundred rupees.
And it gives you one fifty glasses.

So that makes it two rupees a glass!

And if you book it
before this month ends,

I'll get you get a whopping discount too!

Sorry, I had called them in the
afternoon. But they came in late.

It's Jitu's stuff, right?
Then, why are you selling it?

What?

No...

It's not like that.

Look, why don't you
give tea a miss today

and try the Crazy Cranberry.

You got conned again by
your brother, didn't you?

How much is the damage this time?

It's not what you think.

This scheme is much better.

He's sold you a damn soda cart!

You, Hathi Ram Chaudhary, are
just as negative as your father.

Don't drag the old man in this.

What is it now?

What do you mean?

Sir, I'm sorry.
I had checked her thoroughly.

I'm going to sue your damn asses.

What if I had been raped in here?

Does a woman's safety
mean anything to you?

It's not my first time here.

I know the law, you assholes.

-Someone shut her up!
-Yes, sir.

Strip!

Get up!

-Get up!
-Please, sir.

Unzip your pants.

Strip, you motherfucker.

Come on, do it!

Sir?

She has come around.

Sir.

Sir, offerings from the prayer.

Please... forgive me, sir.

Listen, just speak.
I don't want to hit you again.

Mukesh Talreja.

Who?

He's in the construction business.

In the Vaishali area.

So he paid you to murder Mehra?

No, not murder!

His guy called me and offered
two hundred thousand.

I just had to be in the
car with those three.

Go on.

That's it, sir. I was told
nothing more than this.

Who pays that kind of money
just to drive around in a car?

Actually, sir...

A girl in the car makes
things look less suspicious.

Is that why you dress
like a fucking girl?

You think taking up a girl's
name will make you one?

Tell me your real name.

Cheeni.

I said, real name.

That's my real name.

Where the hell is Manju?
Get her to my cabin.

Sir, she realizes her mistake.
I have given her a serious warning.

What kind of show are you
running here, Chaudhary?

If this goes to enquiry, it's my
neck on the line as the SHO!

Idiots!

Sir... I'm sorry.

No.

Save your apologies for your
bosses in the Headquarters,

since it's them you
report to these days.

Come, it's time to call
up the Headquarters.

Are you coming or not?

Can you hear me, Chaudhary?

Look, Virk.
I know we're not friends.

But we've known each other
for twenty years, man.

I badly need this.
Just cut me some slack.

24 hours is all I'm asking for, to
follow the lead I've got from this girl.

I mean, from this guy.

Hopefully it will lead to something.

And I'll have something to throw at the
bosses along with the news of the fuck up.

I've worked my ass off
to get where I am.

So, make sure you don't
fuck with my reputation!

Delhi Police.

Greetings!

Is Mr. Mukesh Talreja around?

What is it about, sir?

Are you Mukesh Talreja?

Good morning, sir. Some people from
Delhi Police are here to meet you.

Please have a seat, sir.

-How long?
-Mr. Talreja will be here soon.

Greetings!

People use their vacation
to go to historical places.

But at Talreja Historica,
history comes to us.

Daddy loves history,
but I love swimming.

Talreja Historica has two
swimming pools and one wave pool.

I am spoilt for choices.

All my friends are so jealous of me.
They call me lucky boy!

Sir.

Please forgive me, sir.

This Talreja is fucking with us.

-I'll tell you what.
-Yes, sir.

Get me a list of all the
investors in this property.

Check whether a Gwala
Gujjar is on that list.

Or anyone else from Chitrakoot.

Sir, it's difficult to get all that
information without a warrant.

And the investments might
be under fake accounts.

Call property dealers, check
with the registration office.

I need results, not
your damn excuses.

Show us you'll be
worth an IPS officer.

And speak to your friend
Deepak in that telecom company.

Beg him to give us
Talreja's phone records.

Without a court order.

We have two swimming
pools and one wave pool.

How about another
welcome drink, sir?

How about tomorrow, when I come
back with Talreja's arrest warrant?

Hello?

Mukesh Talreja.

Do you know someone
called Mary Lyngdoh?

You mean Cheeni? Of course.

How?

Met her at a spa in Noida.

And then?

She was a fantastic 'masseuse',
just like the ones in Thailand.

We stayed in touch. I gave her
an odd job once in a while.

What kind of a job?

Well, the happy kind.

Saved myself some hard work.

I'm hoping you've understood.

Or the kind where she
has to play the decoy?

Cheeni has been arrested in
a conspiracy to murder with three others.

Her statement says that
you put her on the job.

That's a big accusation, Inspector.

That too based on
an eunuch's statement?

And how much did you thrash
him to get this 'confession'?

I've told you all that I know.

Next time, don't come without a warrant.

Let me see who has
the balls to sign it.

Sir, the dead body...

-Jai Hind, sir!
-Jai Hind, sir!

Jai Hind, sir!

Give me some water.

It's him - Taariq.

Sorry, sir!
I should've caught him that very day.

Pass the bottle.

He has been strangled to death.

Tokas, call the forensics lab.
Tell them I need the data today itself.

And to give out this last award,

we've with us the Chairman
of Zenith Limited.

Ladies and gentlemen, please have a huge
round of applause for Mr. Vikram Kapoor.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Such a pleasure to be here tonight amongst
such courageous journalists.

Where have I seen this guy, Sanjeev?

He's Kapoor, that
defense consultant.

The award goes to Mr. Mukund Gupta.

The one you had exposed
in that Dashrath Kumar sting?

This town has a rather short memory.

It forgets its villains too soon...

and its heroes even sooner.

Listen.

Do you think he's the one
behind that attack on you?

Good question.

Let me go and ask him.

Sanjeev, don't!

Don't!

Congratulations on the show last night.

Sir.

It was good to see
some of that old fire back.

You know what is the most important
quality of a television anchor?

He always knows when it's
time to pack up. Right, Sanjeev?

The PR team is drafting
an announcement for the next week.

If it comes from you,
it'll look like you're resigning.

If it comes from us,
it'll look like we're firing you.

We don't need this misunderstanding.

Actually you're right.
There can be a misunderstanding.

Your company RC Holding operates
a shell company - Future Pride.

Future Pride has a sleeping partner,

who is the son-in-law of the
Transport Minister, Rameshwar Verma.

Coincidentally it's the same minister
who gave out a 30 billion contract

to your company RC Holding for
the Delhi - Sonipat Expressway.

Now if this news were to come out,

I'm afraid there might
be a misunderstanding.

Enjoy the evening.

Hi, Dolly!

-Hi!
-Hi.

Pratima, remember me?

I work with Sanjeev.

-Oh, hi...
-Nice to meet you.

That's Sara.

And that's Dolly, Sanjeev's wife.

Are you looking for someone?

I am... I'm looking for my husband.

Husbands! Always difficult
to hold on to, aren't they?

Oh, I see somebody.
Excuse me.

Are you all right, Mrs. Mehra?

How are you, Mehra?

Oh! Hello, Vikram.

I hope you're not
carrying a hidden camera.

I can do without another
sting operation video.

I was only doing my job, Vikram.

Nothing personal.

And anyway, I don't think
a sting operation scares you anymore.

I hear you're entering the
media industry yourself.

News travels fast around here.

Not that hard to guess, you know.

The dynamics of the
game have changed.

Earlier, it was all about staying under
the radar for someone like you.

And now?

Well,

now it's all about...

owning the radar.

I do have plans.

I had made an offer to Singh Saab
as well, but it didn't work out.

Well...

maybe I can help...

open a few doors for you?

Then let's get together for a chat.

Off camera, of course.

Sanjeev!

Are you alright?

-Yes, of course.
-What were you doing with Kapoor?

I was looking for you everywhere...
I was really worried.

I'm okay, Dolly. Don't worry!

Dolly... I'm okay, relax!

Yeah.

Hey! I thought you
weren't coming tonight.

Yeah.

And God knows why I did!

Shall we?

You should come home sometime!

There was a video as well.

That's Mehra, right?

Shall we do it?

Sir, this evidence is going to help
nail these guys in the court.

We'll have to get
a voice verification done.

Put in a request for that.

During office hours, please.

Any information on the SIM card?

Burner SIM.

Temporarily issued, just for the job.

It was activated three weeks back,

and was used to communicate
with only one number.

Both SIMs are registered
in the state of UP.

Location would be...

Chitrakoot.

We can request the local
police to search for the address.

But it's probably a fake one.

The handset records show
one more dialed number.

But it was disconnected
before it could go through.

Like the caller realized
his mistake just in time.

This is that number and its address.

The phone had a memory card as well.

Look like some old photos.

Personal stuff, probably.

This girl with Tope Singh...

What had you found out about her?

Chanda. Shauki's mistress, before
she hooked up with Tope Singh.

Got it, sir.

This is Shauki's address.

Tope Singh's uncle?

Sir, I had already told you
whatever I knew about him.

I have got nothing to do with him any--

What about Chanda?

Sir, I beg you--

So you lied about not
being in touch with Tope Singh.

I swear on my only son.

Neither has he spoken
to me in months,

nor have I tried
contacting him.

He had dialed just one number
from his burner phone. Yours!

6545--

212212.

That whore, Chanda...
it's her number.

I had got her the phone.

Even paid all the fucking bills.

But she would call that
bastard all the time.

Would you have her photo?
Or an address?

Good Lord, no!

That whore used to blackmail
me using those photos.

Last I heard, the two of them were
going to start a business together.

Come, time to go to bed.

-Come, son. Time to sleep.
-Chanda, the whore.

Chanda, the whore.

Where did you learn that?

Chanda's number is out of service.

So, this Tyagi is from Chitrakoot.

Tope Singh's phone is
from Chitrakoot too.

I'm sure even Talreja
has some connection there.

Yes, sir.

Okay, sir.

Why is Virk calling me to the
station at this hour?

You must've heard stories of
a convict turning out to be innocent.

But have you ever
heard of an instance

where an arrested woman
turns out to be a man?

This mother of all bungle ups happened
at the Outer Jamuna Paar police station.

We have with us right now
the investigation officer on this case,

Hathi Ram Chaudhary.

Inspector, what's happening?

Excuse me, move! Please!

Step back!

Its proof...

I did warn you about him.

Sir, someone has deliberately
leaked this to the media.

Someone is trying to block--

The leads are being wiped out.

Even Taariq has turned up dead.

The CBI is taking over the
case from us, Chaudhary.

Thanks to your fuck up.

Sir!

This mistake did not affect
the investigation in any way.

And there are orders from
the Commissioner himself.

You're suspended.

All I had asked for
was one fucking day!

You want me to put my job
on the line for your fuck ups?

Here you go.

Gruel again?

I don't want to eat this.

So, should I cook a five
course meal for you?

Stop being fussy and eat up!

Come on.

I don't want to.

You swine!

I didn't remarry thinking of you.

Shut up and eat!

Hathi Ram, stop!

Hathi Ram, wait till
I get a hold of you!

Hathi Ram!

Do you want to die, kid?

Couldn't you inform me
that you're going to be late?

Even your phone is switched off.

There's something I need to tell you.

Were you at work or someplace else?

Let me explain.

What happened?

Everything alright?

Well...

Something happened... at the station.

It's from the school.

Some career counseling session.

They've invited parents from different
professions to interact with the students.

You are the only cop on the list.

I need you to sign it.

But you don't really have to come.

You were saying something.

No, nothing important.

Make me a cup of tea, will you?

All done, sir. Here's the list.

Good.

-The statements of the four?
-I've given those too.

Excellent!

Here it is, ma'am, proof of
Delhi Police's efficiency.

If you need any more
information or help,

Ansari is your man.

One of our brightest.

He has cleared the Civil Services exams.

Good.

All the best.

Thank you, ma'am.

You see a lot of people from
his community making it these days.

It's good.

It'll only help better their image.

Absolutely!

One tea for me.

Yes, sir.

It's unfair, sir, what they did to you.

Mind your fucking job, asshole.

Why that long face?

I am just suspended from duty.
I am not dead.

We really end up with all
the fucked up cases, don't we?

Chaudhary!

Good morning, sir!

Look, whatever happened yesterday,

this inquiry, suspension...
it's all a part of the grind.

We're still friends, okay?

If you need any help,
I'm just a call away.

Motherfucker wants to help it seems.

Sir!

Sir.

Let's catch up in the evening?
My treat.

To celebrate what exactly?
My suspension?

Sorry, sir. I didn't mean that.

Then, what exactly did you mean?

That the poor bastard needs
a shoulder to cry on?

So, let me buy him a drink,
help him out.

Sir, you're getting me wrong.

When you'll become my boss,
I'll put up with your drama.

But till then, shove all your
sympathies up your ass.

Okay!

Welcome!

I'm sure you have a lot
of questions regarding this briefing.

The suspects you see on screen,

I want you to sniff out their stories.

I want the answer!

So, you don't know who he is?

Excuse me, sir!

-Where is Mercedes garage?
-There.

Guys, please! Start acting fast on it.

Sir, Zakaria is on the line.

He's got a lead.

-Sir.
-Sir, he is Basheer.

-He was the one who had called.
-Let's go, sir.

Sir!

The customer you are
calling is unavailable.

You can now leave voice message.

Greetings!

I want to meet Talreja.

Remember me? Delhi Police.

He's not here.

Where is he?

-Where is he?
-Dubai.

Since when?

He left the day after your last visit.

I'm here to see Mr. Bhagat.

Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary
from Outer Jamuna Paar.

Jai Hind, sir.

Go right in. It's about to begin.

Jai Hind, sir.

I tried meeting you at the office.

You were busy.

Every time.

So, I tried my luck on your off day.

We were on the right track, sir.

Taariq gave us the slip
and turned up dead in a few days.

And that builder Talreja...
he has fled to Dubai.

How do you know?

I went to his office today.

You're on suspension, Chaudhary.

Please hear me out, sir.

Someone is covering his tracks.

Taariq got killed. Talreja is missing.

Means we were on to something!

That's not all.

There's Tyagi and his
Chitrakoot connections.

Gwala, Master ji...

We were close to investigating
their link with Sanjeev Mehra.

And that Tope Singh?

He had a girlfriend named Chanda.

We've found photos from his phone.

I mean, her face is not
clearly visible, but...

the 'C' tattoo on Chaaku's hand--

Fuck ups happen, Chaudhary.

Get a hold of yourself.
You're a family man.

Do you meditate?

Not really.

You ought to. It helps.

We're having a session
downstairs, give it a shot.

Maybe some other time, sir.

We'll run some more tests on her,

but nothing to worry about.

Savitri's fine.

She's going to be a mother soon.

It's really nice of you
to be taking care of her.

I so want to adopt her.

What's the problem then?

My husband...

he's allergic to dog hair.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hello ma'am,
this is Sunil Gautam from the CBI.

We've been trying to get in
touch with your husband,

but his cell is switched off.

Did you try his office number?

Wait, I'll give you the number.

Ma'am, he's not in the office.

We tried your house, too
and your maid gave me your number.

I'll try to reach him.

Not to worry, ma'am.
I just thought he might be with you.

I'll drop him a message.
Sorry to bother you.

It's okay.

All okay?

Yeah, my husband...

The customer you are
calling is unavailable.

You can now leave voice message.

Yes, ma'am?

You two are with Sanjeev, right?
All okay?

Yes, ma'am. We're with him.

Why is his phone switched off?

Where are you guys?

Well, ma'am...

We're in the office.

Maybe, he's in a meeting.

No! He's not in the office.

The CBI had called.

Tell me honestly, where are you?

There was something sad about her.

Your wife.

How long has it been
with all the anxiety and stuff?

A few years now.

Seems like forever.

And what was she like,
before it hit her?

Can we talk about something else?

We should do an in-depth
on those four guys.

Like on the police fuck ups?

-The botched up investigation?
-No, that's being covered enough.

A human story.

Just about those four.

Who they really are, where they come from.

What pushes them to do this kind of work.

What?

We liberals are such a cliché.

All we need for a "Human
story" is a Muslim criminal,

or an LGBT character.

And here we have both.

Is that why you were rubbing
noses with that Kapoor?

To mutate your liberal genes?

Told you, I ran into him in the bathroom.
Had to say hello.

Hello?

I'll be there, yeah.

Thank you.

Yes.

What?

CBI...

They want to meet.

See you next week at Sunita's.

So, should I book one for you?

Actually, soda doesn't agree
with my husband. Gives him gas.

You know what that can be like.

Hello!

-See you, Renu.
-Okay.

Let's go.

Dinner?

No sale yet, right?

Will you admit now...

that your brother is a bloody fraud?

Dinner?

I had something at the station.

I know you've been suspended.

No matter how late it'd get,
you'd always have dinner at home.

I was worried about you. So, I called Virk
to check if everything was alright.

Shefali must be laughing at me.

Should we... go somewhere?

-Look, listen!
-I can't do this.

I'm okay if you want to talk first.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--

Are you alright?

Are you okay?

I'm really sorry.

So, should I just...

-I'm sorry.
-No, no, that's alright.

I'm really sorry.

Don't worry, it's perfectly fine.

-Should I drop you back to the--
-No, that's alright. I'll Uber it.

You just drive safe, okay?

Fuck, dude.

Raju!

What's with the car?

That's how I roll, bitch!
Want to come for a drive?

Where?

Agra, via Yamuna Expressway.

Let's hit 200. See the Taj Mahal
and be back by the evening.

No, you go ahead.

I have a test in school.

Dumbass!

As if education ever helped anybody!

We're upgrading your
security, Mr. Sanjeev.

A Delhi Police escort vehicle with six
policemen. Round the clock with you.

The attack that was planned
on you was no regular hit job.

It was an elaborate
and a well-planned operation.

Cross-border.

What?

Yes.

One of those four is a dreaded
terrorist of Lashkar-e-Taiba.

The plan was conceived in Nepal.

One ISI operative from
Kathmandu was involved.

The weapons were smuggled
in through Gorakhpur.

Everything worked like clockwork.

They almost had you.

But we nabbed them just in time.

But... why would ISI want to kill him?

Death of a prominent journalist.

The voice of media being silenced,
freedom of speech in danger...

So on and so forth.

News like this creates political unrest.

Elections are round the corner.

And the blame would have
gone to the ruling party,

given your history with them.

These guys are the media!
They know things better than us.

Is there any evidence?

We'll soon be having an official press
conference where we'll disclose the proof.

And we'll file the charge-sheet soon.

But till then...

this is classified information.

We're just filling you in
since you are the case victim.

Here comes the elephant's son.

"Where are you off to, Elephant prince?"

"Where are you off to, waving your trunk?"

Motherfucker!

Bastard!

Catch him!

What the fuck were you doing?

This creep was making a video.
I saw you.

No! I never shot any video!
I swear, Saloni.

You lying cunt!

Hello?

Hello?

I'm coming right away.

Sir, I'm busy right now.

Please, ask him where
he got this thing from.

He refuses to say anything to us.

Mr. Chaudhary?

Will you please say something?

Sorry, ma'am.

This is...

my service gun.

My son took it by mistake.

How can you be so careless, Mr. Chaudhary?

This is unacceptable.

We have to file a police complaint.

But ma'am, I am the police.

Are you drunk, Mr. Chaudhary?

Well, ma'am...

Now, this explains your son's doings.

He is undercover, ma'am.

I mean, on an undercover mission.

He's tracking someone
the Delhi Police is after.

And his being drunk
is a part of the act.

I'd have told you more but it's...

strictly "Need to know" basis.

But that's got nothing
to do with the gun.

Ma'am, I apologize on his behalf.

I assure you it won't happen again.

But I can't.

There are rules.

Ma'am, please.

Give the child a chance.

If you give up on him today, it will be
impossible for him to have a normal life.

You know how these
juvenile centers are run.

That's where he goes if
you make a formal complaint.

And the story will
be all over social media.

The damage it could do to
the school's glorious reputation...

You think it's true?

The ISI story?

All I know is that it's a big story.

Exactly.

Then why'd they give this out
before their official press conference?

What if it leaks out?

That's exactly what they want.

They want me to run with it.

Think about it.

If the news comes from me first,

what signal does it send out?

That even though I've been a vocal
critic of the government in the past,

they're still looking out for me.

They become the heroes.

A government to vote for.

And you become the prodigal
son who came back home.

Your homecoming!

In any case, they haven't shared it
officially, or provided any proof as yet.

It'll be unethical to run
this story at this point, right?

Where did you get this gun?

Who gave it to you?

I'm asking you something.

Who gave you this gun?

Now, which school will
give you a mid-year admission?

You'll remain a bloody illiterate!

I can speak better English than you.

Stop it! What are you doing?

Do you think raising
your hand would solve it?

What are you doing
at home the whole day?

Couldn't you see what's going on?

Who would be responsible if the school
had filed an official complaint?

Then, why can't you stay at home?

You're suspended anyway!

Go to hell both of you.

And where are you going?

Who gave you this gun?

Tell me!

If not you, your friends will speak.

No, Dad. Please, don't!

Stop this now!

Siddhu!

Keep your eyes open, son.

Keep your eyes open!

Move aside, kids.

Keep your eyes open,
just for a little while.

Taxi!

Your father wasn't angry with you,
but with himself.

And he'd take it out on you.

I won't let you do the same to Siddhu.

Singh Saab won't sell it to me.

Some unresolved issues.

I can fix that.

Look, Singh Saab has
been looking for a buyer.

And I've some information which,
if it comes out, will...

let's just say,

put the sales prospect of
the channel in a bit of a spot.

Thanks.

Why are you doing this?

Full creative control of the channel,
and a ten percent equity stake

with a minimum ten-year lock in.

And what makes you
think I'll trust you?

Given our...

little history.

You're a professional, Vikram.

And so am I.

You know I was only doing my job then.

Fine.

You can possibly
get Singh to agree.

But he won't reduce his asking price,

which is too high.

Tell me...

why should I pay a premium
for a channel that no one's watching?

I mean, when was the last time
you guys did a story that...

truly broke out?

How about we speak again tomorrow?

First they tried to silence me,

but could not.

Then they tried to finish me.

But again, they could not.

For I am not one voice,

but a billion voices.

Impossible to silence,
impossible to finish.

And tonight...

this voice is here to tell you...

about the mortal dangers
that lie ahead...

for someone...

who takes upon himself...

the pursuit of truth.

The dangers lie in the air we breathe,

in the words we speak,

even in the words we don't utter
for fear of getting killed.

But tonight, speak I will.

For the value of truth is far
greater than the value of one life.

Tonight, I will expose
our friendly neighbors...

and their deadly conspiracy
to assassinate me.

Even if that makes me a marked man...

which I guess I already am.

Dear ISI...

I see you.

I look you in the eye and say,

I, Sanjeev Mehra...

am not afraid of you.

Sir.

You know what was our biggest mistake?

We trusted whatever those
four fuckers told us.

Someone said Taariq, we ran after him.

Someone pointed to Talreja, we chased him.

Punjab! Chitrakoot!
We just went in all the wrong directions.

I'm sure my wife is convinced
she married a loser.

And you know how my son
looks at me anyway.

But don't worry...

no one will point a finger at you.

They'll say the case never could've been
solved anyway under a loser like me.

Or maybe they'll say,

with a Muslim working on it, the case
could've never been solved anyway.

I'll leave now.

The SHO had called.

The CBI is having a press
conference tomorrow.

This was a well planned
international terrorist operation

and its aim was to eliminate
some high-profile Indian civilians.

Four people were involved
in this operation.

The first name is Kabir M...

a Lashkar-e-Taiba trained terrorist
from PoK (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir).

He met a Nepali ISI
operative, Girija Gurung,

in a casino in Kathmandu,

who arranged weapons and facilitated
their safe entry into India.

Excuse me. You were in-charge
of this case, right?

They came to India via
the Gorakhpur route.

-Sara Matthews.
-And they met two people.

Don't worry.
I'm not pursuing this story officially.

I'm just curious.

After that, these four people
came to Delhi. From there...

Careful there, ma'am.
Curiosity can get the cat killed.

-It was TV reporter, Sanjeev Mehra.
-Or suspended.

Taariq, their resource in Delhi,
arranged for a stolen car.

Taariq's body was found in
the Seelampur barrage a few days back.

We've also found his
suicide note from his house,

in which he has confessed
to his role in the operation.

In Delhi, they stayed in
a flat at Batla House for four weeks,

which was rented under
Girija Gurung's name.

Then, four days before the arrest,
they had moved into a hotel,

to be closer to the target.

But they had kept their weapons
at the flat in Batla House for safety.

On the morning of 20th February,

with the motive to terminate their target,

they left for the flat
to pick their weapons,

when the police arrested
them on an anonymous tip.

We've found their fingerprints
and some weapons from the flat,

including one AK-56 rifle,
two Glock G17 pistols

and more than hundred live rounds.

We've found a Pakistani passport...

and some Jihadi literature
which carries Kabir's name.

On the basis of all this
evidence and investigation,

the CBI is filing its charge sheet
today against the four accused.

It takes a lifetime
for people like us to get here.

Excuse me, sir.
Need to attend to a call.

Ma'am, there's a concert by a Pakistani
artist scheduled for next month in Delhi.

Do you think this case will
have any impact on that show?

Art and terrorism are two separate
matters. Let's not mix them.

It's too premature to be answering
these questions right now.

Ma'am, do you have more
information about this case?

We can't disclose
information at this point.

Even you are curious, right?

How did they find Taariq's
suicide note at his house?

We had raided his house,
we even detained his uncle.

Yet he went back to his house,
to write that suicide note?

Then, someone strangulated him

and then he went and jumped
to his death in the barrage?

What a curious story!

I'm thinking about something else, sir.

The jihadi literature
they found in the flat...

It had Kabir's name written on it.

So?

It was written in Urdu, sir.

And Kabir didn't know Urdu.

We're approaching a station.

Come, let's eat.

We'll get tea at the station.

Are you alright, sister?

Have some water, ma'am.

Lord Ram, that day is near,
we'll hear your name in every cheer!

Lord Ram, that day is near,
we'll hear your name in every cheer!

As per the charge-sheet,
the owner of the flat lives in Saudi.

This property dealer leased out
the flat to the four.

Not a chance, sir.

It's a sealed property now.

The CBI notice is pasted on the door.

And we also keep an eye out.

Hey, kid!

Get tea for the gentlemen.

I hope you're not holding onto any
duplicate keys to the flat.

If you are, hand them over to us.

No, not at all.

I've given both the keys to your officers.

I'm a professional, sir.

I got the agreement papers
signed right in front of me.

All their paperwork was in place.

How could I've known?

But the moment I saw
their photos on TV, I called the CBI.

When were the agreement papers signed?

Twelfth of the last month.

They were seated right here, sir.

They looked so innocent...

Can't believe what they were up to.

Can't believe anyone these days, can you?

You bet.

Just the times we live in.

-Yeah?
-Sir...

whatever they're saying
on TV about Cheeni,

it's all bullshit.

She's no Nepali agent.

Who are you?

Meet me at
the Nizamuddin station in an hour.

There's a CCTV camera in the office.

If that agreement was signed
in that room on the twelfth,

that must have been recorded.

You had come to
the station to see him, right?

Is he a friend?

Or family?

I know her since we were kids.

We met right here.

Here?

Train number 14056.

Brahmaputra Mail.

What's your name?

Here.

Take it.

When his parents died, his uncle
put him on a train.

Asked him to wait while
he got him an ice-cream.

The train left the station.
But the bastard never showed up.

Another one bites the dust.

Fucker has hidden it so well.
Definitely it's not his wife's.

What are you staring at?

I don't pick pockets.
I make connections.

Get that, Cheeni?

Cheeni?

Of course!

I'm from Dhaka,
so that's what they call me.

He's from China,
so we call him Cheeni.

Thank God he's not from London.

Now hear me, Cheeni.

Stay with us, keep inhaling these
fumes of bliss, and you'll survive.

A human kid is a tough nut,
just like a cockroach.

You wish him to die,
but the fucker finds a way to survive.

-All hail...
-The Chinese Goddess!

-All hail...
-The Chinese Goddess!

-All hail...
-The Chinese Goddess!

Let's go, Cheeni.

Where to?

Shaakal has summoned him.

He's just a kid, Dhaka. He won't survive
Shaakal. Help him out, please.

If we could take it, so can he.

Get out of my way.

Run, Cheeni! Run!

I said, run!

Hey, move! Let me go!

Move!

Shaakal couldn't get over Cheeni.

And it was not just him. Shaakal
threw him to his gang as well.

That's how Cheeni spent his childhood.

And then one day, the Bihari gang
chopped Shaakal to pieces.

That's how Cheeni got his freedom.

Cheeni and I started
living on the streets.

But we were free.

Cheeni wanted to make
something of her life.

She went to a night school.

Then she got a job in a mall.

After that, she did a course at a beauty
parlor and became a masseuse.

That's where she met Mukesh Talreja.

What kind of jobs did Talreja give her?

She had to accompany his men
for delivering and picking bags.

And what was in those bags?

Black money.

She used to travel -
Meerut, Lucknow, Agra.

How about Chitrakoot?

Yes, many times.

Used to get me holy offerings from there.
That stupid woman.

I warned her many times.

But she had a target in mind.
Five hundred thousand.

God knows what the bitch wanted
to do with all that money.

Any idea where she was
on the twelfth of last month?

Do something, sir.

We're just lowly station rats.

Nepal, Pakistan...
we've nothing to do with all this, sir.

Please save her, sir.

Move it! Raju is really pissed off.

Only you guys knew about my pistol.

Tell me, who took it?

Say it, asshole.

Was it you?

Tell me!

-Bloody...
-Raju!

Boss, you need not have bothered.

I'm sure, we'll find it.

These kids must've misplaced it.

What the fuck did you think?
That it's a fucking toy?

Why did you take it from me?

Tell me.

Speak up!

I wanted to threaten someone
who wasn't paying up.

So, did Raju impress you guys
with his loaded gun?

Stick it in your mouth?

Or your behind?

I give you two days.

If I don't get the pistol in two days,

I'll make mincemeat of your balls.

And these cute little friends
of yours will have it for breakfast.

And what happened to you, son?

You better watch out.

Take care of your buddy!

Dad... the pistol.

Dad, please give it to me.

I'll quietly put it
back where I found it.

It'll all be over.

I need a name.

I want to know who's
letting you near a gun.

You're suspended, right?

What do you need the gun for?

I don't trust you.

You love your son too much.

Well, one of us has to.

Are you alright?

Dolly?

I'm tired, Dolly.

Baby, I'm tired. Please.

Dolly, stop.

Dolly, I am tired.

Baby, I am tired.

No, not today.

Dolly!

Dolly, I said I'm...

What's gotten into you?

I will...

turn forty next month, Sanjeev.

It'll be too late then.

Maybe it already is.

Too late.

I want a baby.

What?

I want a baby.

Where did this come from?

I made a mistake.

I should've been a mother by now.

Should've been a mother.

Dolly, please go to sleep.

Go to sleep, Dolly.

-We'll talk in the morning, okay?
-Please, Sanjeev.

-Please, Sanjeev.
-We'll talk in the morning.

Let's make a baby.

Please, Sanjeev.

It's her.

Isn't it?

I can't remember her name.

Easy, easy.

Quiet.

Lock it.

There it is.

Over there.

Bhopal to Delhi.

Bashir never came to
the office on the twelfth.

No wonder.

He was enjoying boat rides
in Bhopal with his family.

Their train tickets for
thirteenth morning.

Bhopal to Delhi.

So, that means Kabir
was never here?

The question is not that.
The question is...

why would someone carry a false
circumcision certificate in his pocket?

I'll tell you why.

Because the man does not want the
world to know he is a Muslim terrorist.

Who are you to decide whether
he was a terrorist or not?

I mean, who are you?

This matter is in the court.
Let the court decide.

And till then we feed him biryani,
like we fed Kasab.

I think we're digressing a bit here.

The question that we're today
seeking an answer to is simple.

Is there a larger conspiracy here to shake
the foundations of the Indian Republic?

In other words,
was I, Sanjeev Mehra, the only target,

or is there a longer list of potential
targets that the enemy had in mind?

And if yes,

what is it that the government is
doing to protect its prominent citizens?

We'll get back to it
after this very short break.

Hey, Sara.

This is Rohan Thakur.
He's interning with us for a bit.

I want him to spend
a week tagging you.

Be nice, okay?

-All the best.
-Thank you.

Hi.

Let me guess.

Daddy's a big shot in the media.

And you're here for
some neutral CV points

before you join Daddy's company as...

Head of New Media or something.

How did you know?

Delhi, you're so fucking predictable!

I'll send the file.

Hey, Ansari!
What are you doing here?

Jai Hind, sir.

You're on a study leave.

Go, study.

Make us all proud!

Beniwal sir has a court hearing.

So, he wanted the details
of the Brij Vihar case.

When is your interview?

In a week.

See you, sir.

Brother!

Someone from Delhi is here.

They are asking about some Kabir.

He got into the habit of stealing
during his school days.

And then moved on to
the bigger stuff like bikes and cars.

And once you have a criminal record,

you're never too far away
from the next prison term.

I haven't even seen him in
the last six or seven years.

During this time,
did you hear anything about him?

Like, where was he,
whom did he work for?

Any...

links with any Jihadi groups?

He was trying to hide something.

He was carrying a certificate,

which said he was operated upon,
and not circumcised.

I got that certificate made for him.

But why?

So that he wouldn't have to face
the same fate as his elder brother.

This is not beef, it's chicken.

It's chicken, not beef.
Please, believe me.

What an irony, sir.

The son I was afraid
to raise as a Muslim...

you turned him into a 'jihadi'.

Don't you worry.

Your new haircut will suit you.

You Pakistani fucker!

How's your injury?

Show me.

Come on.

Ouch, that must hurt.

Sorry.

Come, let's go for a ride.

Bro...

Mom has asked me
to stay at home.

Come, we'll be back in ten.

Come.

What's there to think?
Come, sit.

Hop on.

You never told me
how you got injured.

I did tell you, bro.

I got into a fight with some boys.

Oh, is it?

Bunty's mom had another story.

Where's my pistol?

What pistol?

I don't have it!

Where's my pistol?

I don't have it!

Motherfucker!

Where the fuck is the pistol,
you cunt?

-Tell me where it is.
-I don't know.

-I don't have it.
-Scoundrel!

I won't spare you!

Just give it back, kid.

It'll be easy for everyone.

And what other businesses does Gwala
Gujjar have, apart from real estate?

Forget it, ma'am!

-That's enough for today, ma'am.
-Amitosh!

At least give me something
on his political connections.

Let's just say he started building
his business empire in the 90's,

with road construction contracts.

Rest you can figure out yourself.

New Media!

Let's go do some journalism!

Where the hell were you?

Why didn't you take my calls?

You've lost your job.
Why can't you be at home?

Go see what they did to your son.

-What happened?
-Someone hit him.

For that gun of yours.

Siddharth!

Siddharth!

Who did this?

Tell me!

I wouldn't do a thing.

Just give me his name.

Tell me, who did this?

Speak up!

Raju.

Motherfucker!

What are you doing?

Come on, get up!

Where are you taking him?

He's running a fever.

What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?

Leave him.

-Put your shoes on.
-Enough of your bullshit!

So, you want your pistol?

No, I don't want it.

-Pistol, is it?
-No, no.

-That's not even my pistol.
-Then whose is it?

-It's Anil's.
-Who's Anil?

Alright, take me to him.

-Ansari, get us a taxi.
-Sir, please spare me.

This one.

Hey, bro! Cover here.

Who is it?
What the fuck is going on?

Here's your pistol.

This chapter is closed.

Now, if any of you motherfuckers
get anywhere near my son,

I'll carve you a new hole.

Thinks he can fuck with my son.

-Let's go.
-You two bit cop.

I'll have you suspended.

Well guess what,
somebody beat you to it.

Fuck off, motherfucker.

Get going.

We are suckers, man.

We let these fuckers get away
with all their bullshit.

Motherfucking cunts.

''Will get you suspended,
will fuck you over...''

As if I give a flying fuck.

And what are you listening to?
Cover your ears!

We're letting them make a fool of us.

Foreign agents and terrorists it seems!

It's not an investigation.
It's a fucking circus.

Fucking assholes.

One mistake was all we made.
Fuckers took over the case.

And now they are just
jerking off all over the case.

Staying back for dinner?

Move it.

What?

Sir, one photo. Please!

According to the jail officials,
the attacker was mentally unstable.

But I think it was a paid job.

Talk to the CBI then.

Or your boss, that Sanjeev Mehra,

who is spewing utter hogwash on TV.

Why tell me?

Because your diary told me
you don't agree with the CBI

or Sanjeev's terrorism theory.

The focus of your investigation
was not Kabir or that girl.

It was Vishal Tyagi.

I researched a bit on
the political connections in the case.

In Kalyani Jiji's government in UP,

there's a powerful minister
called Balkishan Bajpayee.

Tyagi's boss in Chitrakoot,

Gwala Gujjar, has been
working for Bajpayee for years.

When Bajpayee was the PWD minister,

he granted many road
contracts to Gwala Gujjar.

But these guys...

What's their connection
with Sanjeev Mehra?

Why do they want him dead?

I don't know.

My wild guess is...

Bajpayee's party has been trying to
create a national presence for years.

Elections are around the corner.

They want something
against the ruling party.

Maybe Sanjeev is right about this bit,

that his killing was
part of a larger plan.

Maybe they've other targets as well.

That's Rajbir Gujjar!

Sorry, who?

Rajbir Gujjar.

Tyagi's sports teacher.

But he never told me he was a cop.

Or part of Bajpayee's security.

How far do we have to go, sir?

Sir...

I need some water.

I am feeling suffocated, sir.

Can we take this blindfold
off for a minute?

We're almost there, doctor.

Just hang in there.

Master ji!

What have I not done for you?

You have left me at my wit's end.

Every time you have dragged me
into some shit or the other.

Listen... I can't find my underwear.

I've always been there for you, haven't I?

Yes, you have.

When Dad threw you out of the house,
I took you in for six months.

-Well, it was for five months.
-Does that not count?

What have you ever done for me?

Ever thought of what
it means to be a brother?

I'm your younger sister.
Have you ever been there for me?

Please, sis, not in front of the kid.

He needs to know what kind
of a man his uncle is.

I'm done with it.

Can't take this any longer.

They were out on the clothesline.

I'm going mad here
keeping this house running.

I take care of everyone.

But do I ever hear one word
of appreciation from anyone?

Just take away this junk from my house!

Why the hell is Virk calling me?

He called me as well.

Said, ''If you aren't studying
during your study leave,

get your ass back to the station.''

-Yes, sir?
-Where are you, Chaudhary?

Did I not tell you?

Even a suspended officer has to mark his
attendance at the station every day.

Of course, sir.

Just that, I'm not feeling very well.

But doesn't sound like you're home.

I'm on my way to get a dengue test done.

Calling you right back, sir.

I should've come with you.

Study on your study leave...

if you don't want to end up like me.

See you.

One moment.

Keep this.

Are you crazy?

You can lose your job for this.

It is not a very safe place, sir.
And you're on your own.

Keep it.

Just try not to use it.

-Take care.
-Thank you.

-Study hard.
-Yes.

Come, come!

Catch him!

Hey, he is running. Catch him!

Bravo, Tommy!
Don't let these fuckers get you!

Run fast!

Catch him!

-Cover it from there! Go there!
-Come on!

Bitch!

He's trying to act smart with us!

What happened there?

Fucking dogs!
They seem to love dying like this.

Hurry up!
It's not safe around here.

Sanjeev Mehra.

Let them pass.

There he is, the miracle man.

But for him...

I wouldn't be lucky enough to be sitting
here with you tonight, Singh Saab.

Hey.

Congratulations, sir.

If you think you'll get away
with blackmailing me...

you don't know me well enough.

Actually I do know you well
enough, Singh Saab.

It's an old habit of yours...

never to praise your employees.

For you think it'll get to their heads.

I know you're very pleased with this deal.

No one was offering you
even half of this price till a month back.

You held me responsible
for the channel's downfall.

Then, how about some credit
for reviving its fortunes?

I never liked you, Mehra.

Nothing personal.

I just don't like you
left-liberal fuckers...

hiding your failures with your naive,
annoying righteousness.

But I must say in these last few weeks...

you've surprised me a little.

I guess that's as close as anyone ever
came to getting a compliment from you.

Cheers!

Let me guess.

You're a journalist and you're
here to cover the rally.

Bang on.

Hop in then.
I know just the cheap place for you.

Come on, let's go.

The customer you're trying to call...

is currently unavailable.
Please, try again later.

Sir.

Here, hold it like this with a firm grip.

-What is it?
-The Principal wants to see you.

Sir, you called--

Rajbir, this man is from the Delhi Police.

Hathi Ram Chaudhary.

I've some questions related
to one of Vishal Tyagi's old cases.

If you don't mind, that is.

What's all this, sir?

I told you everything I know.

Well, you didn't tell me
you are Tyagi's "Master ji"...

who trains school kids to become
Gwala Gujjar's and Bajpayee's hitmen.

Does the Principal know all this?

He will, if I get your arrest
warrant faxed here from Delhi.

The Fax machine is in his office, right?

What happened?

I was in the police before
I became a sports teacher.

I was posted in Bajpayee's
security detail in 2001.

Who's there?

It's Donullia.

And what are you peeping at,
motherfucker?

I... I heard Donullia is here.

So, you wish to see a man
no one has ever seen?

I'm a Gujjar, too.

So?

We worship Donullia.

I want to join his army.

Let's go.

Where are you taking me?

To meet Donullia.

But isn't he inside?

He's everywhere and yet, nowhere.

The man with a thousand faces, that's him.

He's a Gujjar, Master ji.

Wants to join our army, it seems.

I can do it, Master ji.

I've played hockey at the state level.

This cop thing, it's not for me.

These sports quota type
never make good cops.

Take me in your army, Master ji.
My life will get a meaning.

You aren't cut out for it.

I can see it in your eyes.

Just give me one chance, Master ji!

Then, how about you give us your eye?

He sure isn't cut out for it.

There's a way though, to be one of us.

Work for the army from the outside.

Become our eyes and ears on the ground.

Sure.

Mr. Bajpayee is dear to me.

Stick close to him.

Keep an eye on all his visitors.

Yes, Master ji.

Stay loyal, and you stay alive.

Betray us, and you're dead meat.

So, you were an informer?

Kept an eye on Bajpayee?

To be honest, Donullia doesn't
really need people like me.

He just likes helping his clan.

That's how you keep
a hold on your people.

There's hardly a Gujjar
family in Chitrakoot

that doesn't owe
Donullia or Gwala a debt.

How many do you owe?

Two.

When I quit the police force, Gwala
helped me get a job here at the school.

And second, when he gave my
student a new lease of life.

Out here in Bundelkhand, revenge is
not a crime, it's a karmic duty.

By killing his cousins and avenging his
sisters' rape, Tyagi fulfilled his duty.

And now his uncle was out
to fulfill his duty by killing Tyagi.

In all of Bundelkhand,
there was just one place...

where Tyagi could have found refuge.

Tyagis are a different caste to us.

And you should know Rajbir,

Master ji doesn't meddle
with the affairs of other castes.

But sir, everyone has
a place in Master ji's army.

I've heard of a Muslim, a Dalit.
All kinds.

This boy is just right
for Master ji's army.

Like an Alsatian dog,
he'll be loyal to Master ji forever.

Just look at his hands.

Hard as rocks.

He has killed three with a hammer.

Just a hammer.

Well, the decision to make him a part
of the army can only be Master ji's.

But not before he tests this boy.

Sure. But for that,
the boy needs to remain alive.

Hail Lord Shiva!

Hail Lord Shiva!

Tyagi stayed at the farmhouse for months.

He got a roof over his head, food to eat.

And there were dogs for company.

People came and people went.

But there was no message from Master ji.

All Tyagi could think of...

he was yet to meet the man
he owed his life to.

It's not that easy
to meet Donullia, kid.

For he'll meet you only when
he thinks you're ready.

And when the moment arrives, kid...

you'd be bleeding from every
little orifice in your body.

A drop at a time.

Heard you were eager to meet me?

Master ji?

I've also heard of your
special bond with dogs.

Isn't that true, Rajbir?

Yes, Master ji.

In that case,
you've already passed the first test.

People who love dogs are good people.

If a man likes dogs, he is a good man.

If dogs like a man, he is a good man.

And now for the second test.

Are you ready for it?

Yes!

Then, listen up.

The second test is the test
of Eklavya, the legendary marksman.

You'll have to worship
your guru from afar.

What good is worship?

This country worships all the time.

But look at the people.
Motherfuckers, all of them.

He'll have to carry the poison
in his throat for his guru.

The poison of selfless sacrifice.

Just like the mighty Shiva.

Anything for you, Master ji.

Anything.

Order me, Master ji.

Then give to me what Eklavya
gave to his guru.

And if you can't...

Rajbir Gujjar will.

I'll do anything for you.

I'll do anything for you.

I'll do anything for you.

Tyagi passed the test.

Now, he was a part of Master ji's army.

And very soon,
he got his first assignment.

That's him, alright.

I have a snake's memory.

I never forget a face I've seen.

Today, we just follow him.

Where does he go,
who does he meet.

Everyone has their own pattern.

You understand pattern, right?

Once you know it, then it's about
finding the right moment.

But if you're feeling a bit shaky,
don't worry.

You're about to lose your virginity.

No big deal if you're scared.

What the fuck are you doing?
Sit down!

Start the bike.

Relax, dude! I'm here.

Move it towards him.

Have you lost it?

I said, towards him.

How about a fucking warning first?

And who the fuck kills with a hammer!

Who the fuck are you, man?

Motherfucker.

I'd just got this fucking job!

A murder is not a big deal
here in Bundelkhand, sir.

Getting someone killed
is cheaper than buying a cow.

But what Tyagi had done,
was not just a murder. It was a scandal.

And so it began.

The photos kept on arriving
at the farmhouse.

And Tyagi kept on adding
to his death count.

And soon, the state shot put champion,
Vishal Tyagi...

became the murder champion
of Bundelkhand, Hathoda Tyagi.

Donullia's most notorious
and trusted lieutenant.

So, Donullia sent Tyagi
to murder Sanjeev Mehra?

But why?

What's the connection?

I can only tell you about
things I've either seen or heard.

I swear that's all I know, sir.

It has been years since I've seen Tyagi.

All we get to hear now are his scandals.

I don't know who Sanjeev Mehra is.

Or why Tyagi was there in Delhi.

Where is Donullia?

No one knows, sir.

All I can tell you is that...

I'm one of those few who've met him
and yet lived to tell the tale.

And Gwala Gujjar?

Where can I find him?

It's a Thursday today.

He meets Donullia's
followers every Thursday.

Their woes are heard, prayers are
granted and justice is meted out.

Hello.

Hello.

Is Gwala Gujjar here today?

Yes, he is.

But seems like he is
busy with some prayers.

And why wouldn't he be?

He's a great man, a saint.
That's what they do.

There were no rains last year.

I don't have the money
to repay the bank loan.

Master ji is my only hope now.

Didn't you all hear me?

There'll be no audience today.

Leave now.

Come next Thursday.

-This is not fair.
-Hey, brother!

My grandson needs Master ji's blessings.

Master ji is not here, Grandma.
Go home.

But his shoes are kept
for worshiping, right?

Let my grandson take blessings from them.

Long live Master ji!

Long live Master ji!

Long live Master ji!

What's going on?

You've been ignoring my calls.

I've been busy.

Come to my cabin.

I've got some news to share. It's big.

I said, come to my cabin.

Now!

Come, Rohan.
Let's go to Sanjeev's cabin.

Keerti has asked me
to tag him along everywhere.

Hope that's okay with you.

-Should we go?
-Just shut up and sit down.

Tell me, Mr. Hathi Ram.

You know that journalist Amitosh, right?

I do.

Do you know where his office is?

Sure.

Note it down.

Bimaru Samachar...

The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,
Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

Whoever comes in our way,
will surely have to pay!

Whoever comes in our way,
will surely have to pay!

Whoever comes in our way,
will surely have to pay!

-When is your birthday?
-15th July 1989.

-I do a marketing job.
-Oh, okay.

What are you doing here, sir?

There was some case related work.

What happened here?

When you spread rumors,
this is what you get!

Amitosh spread some lies about Bajpayee.

That angered the Dalits.

And you know what happens when
you provoke the otherwise calm Dalits.

Hope you aren't lying though.

Because last I heard,
the CBI was handling the case.

But now that you're here...

go see the Ram Ghat,
visit Hanuman Dhara...

or taste the delicious
offering at Sita Rasoi.

But please don't go around snooping.

It's not the safest of places, you see.

If something were to happen to you...

I can lose my job, you know.

What the fuck!
How did she get in here?

Dolly, you know I'm allergic to dog hair.

She's a stray.

They shed much less.

Really? Get her out.

She's about to deliver.
And I've decided to keep her.

Oh, really?

And you decided for both of us?

Shouldn't we have discussed this first?

It has been a while since we
stopped discussing things.

Guess you haven't noticed.

Dolly...

Listen.

I get it. She's pregnant.

I understand you want to take care of her.

Let's put her in a clinic.

She's a stray. She doesn't need you.

I know that.

It's me who needs her.

Savitri...

My pretty little girl.

My pretty little girl.

Hello.

Have you reached?

Finally you cared to check.

You could've called, too.

Please, don't fight.
This headache is killing me.

Must've eaten something gassy.

You never listen.

Now, don't pop those migraine pills.

Just take that herbal medicine.

Nothing like your head massage.

Next time I'm at it, I'll pour some
sense into that stubborn head of yours.

Listen, I'll call you back.

Babua, let's go.

I hope you know who you're tailing.

Didn't I tell you to keep your
eyes and mouth shut?

Here, take this.

Rub your hands together
and take these flowers.

Pray to Lord Vishnu!

Yes, sir?

Where are you?

Virk got a call from the Chitrakoot SHO.

What's going on, Chaudhary?

Virk is going to charge
you with insubordination.

You're already suspended.
If some new inquiry comes up,

you might lose your job.

Even I won't be able to help you.

Sir, I spent half my life hearing
my father say I'm a fucking failure.

Don't want to spend the rest of it
hearing my son say the same thing.

Jai Hind, sir.

You don't use mustard
oil for cooking, do you?

No, ma'am.

Chaaru, this is a Chinese restaurant.

I don't trust these Bengalis.

They love their mustard oil.

Okay, listen.

Cancel the chowmein.

Get Hakka noodles instead.

-Got that?
-Yes.

Hello?

It's Jyoti.

Hi, Jyoti!

We're in Kolkata.

It's just about alright.

Not a patch on Lucknow.

Listen, leather bags are a specialty here.

Make sure you pop a mouth freshener.

Can't take that stink.

All good there in Lucknow?

The next song goes out to all the
bleeding Bengali hearts out there.

The ones who looked for love

by the lake and in the Puja pandals,

in the nooks and corners
of Park Street and Maidan...

and found it.

You got a lighter?

Sorry...

I am sorry.

The thing is...

even I used to write.

A bit broken you are

A bit broken I am

You spend your nights awake

I half sleep through the day

A bit sad you are

A bit sad I am

"You're angry with the world,

I'm annoyed with myself."

It's your turn now.

Forget it now

Forget it now

Forget it now

Look who goes there,
yeah, yeah, it's the Dalit tiger!

Look who goes there,
yeah, yeah, it's the Dalit tiger!

Look who goes there,
yeah, yeah, it's the Dalit tiger!

Look who goes there,
yeah, yeah, it's the Dalit tiger!

Hey, Bajpayee!

Where's the chopper this time?

I'm wearing a dhoti, you see.

The wind would've created a scandal.

The hope of Dalits,
the love of Dalits...

Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

The hope of Dalits,
the love of Dalits...

Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

Bajpayee is in Chitrakoot,
and Gwala is missing.

What am I missing here?

Ask Bajpayee himself.

He's having a press
conference later today.

And you think I'll get a straight answer?

He's a high caste Brahmin.

His answer will be another question,
to which there will be another answer,

which will be a question again.

That's Bajpayee for you.

Let's go.

In the forests of America...

there lives a spider.

It's called the Black Widow.

The female of the species
has sex with her partner...

and then kills and devours him.

My Dalit brothers,

-beware the Black Widow.
-Only media people allowed inside.

Beware the party...

claiming to be your lover.

It'll make love to you,
but only till the election day.

Amitosh!

And then it'll eat you up.

Amitosh!

Just the way...

it devoured our Muslim brothers.

Hey, are you blind?

It's only thieves who run away
from the police, Amitosh.

He helped Lord Rama...

cross Ganga river in his boat.

You don't need anyone's help.

Okay, what else?

New caste equations
for the UP elections?

Sure.

That should be good for
the next week's slate, Keerti.

I think we can squeeze in one more.

Maybe, we should let
the interns pick the last one.

Excuse me... Rohit?

Rohit...

Sir, it's Rohan.

Rohan!

You got something for us?

Come on.

Give us something.

Twenty tips for a great
Tinder profile, maybe?

Fake news.

Rohan mentioned his friend works
in one of those fake news factories.

You should tell them about it, Rohan.

Sounded like a story to me,
specially given the UP elections.

That's a nice idea.

Thank you.

My top choice would be
the Indian Police Service.

I believe that my limited but

rich experience of ground
level issues in the police force

will help me in displaying
a holistic outlook as an officer.

And I'm certain that I'll be
an asset to the Indian Police Service.

Imran, you were good until here.

But with the next question,
you sounded a bit shaky.

Check for yourself.

What do you have to say about the current
status of the minorities in this country?

Do you see a change
in the last few years?

Sir, if the question is are
minorities feeling threatened

in this country...

then I'd like to say I think so.

But is it a recent phenomenon?

Probably not.

Look, Imran...

when answering a politically
loaded question like this...

it's important to come
across as positive,

progressive.

Especially for you.

Got screwed in the mock interview itself?

Don't worry, you'll get through.

Minority representation and all that.

Hold this, quick.

Has she eaten?

Not yet.

Why?

Get the food, I'll feed her.

Savitri!

What happened, baby?

What's wrong?

Why haven't you eaten?

Are you angry or are
you not feeling well?

Who's going to wear this?

Who's the mom-to-be here?

Felicia!

-I'm here, nothing will happen.
-Yes?

Get some blankets. Fast!

I'll be right back.

Don't worry.

Found them?

Yes, got it.

Hurry up!

I'm right here, don't worry.

There's nothing to worry, Savitri.

I'm here.

Calm down.

Everything's going to be fine.

Turn down the AC, quick.

Sir, should we believe that the political
equations in Chitrakoot are changing?

One should learn how to throw
a curve ball like you, Srivastav.

Fine. A straight question, then.

Who's your party candidate
for the elections this year?

I don't like engaging in speculations.

The final list of candidates
will be out in a few days.

We aren't going anywhere, are we?

It'll all be clear soon.

Crystal clear.

Sir.

If you study the vote share of your
party in the last couple of elections,

you'll see that it has gradually declined.

Any comments?

Look...

That's politics for you.

Ups and downs are a part of it.

So...

it doesn't affect me anymore.

And about the vote share, I've got
the exact numbers here with me now.

You're right. The vote share
of our party has declined.

But that share has not
gone to any opposition party.

It has gone to...

a few independent candidates.

So, if you compare...

the difference in the vote share
of our party and the other parties,

you won't find much difference.

Residence area ahead.

No one's allowed there.

Oh, is it?

Who is staying there?

Only Mr. Bajpayee and his
Personal Assistant, Mr. Shukla.

There was a lady with Mr. Shukla.

I've seen her somewhere.

Now, what was her name?

You seem like a nosy fellow.

Who are you?

A journalist.

Babua, follow that car.

Would a silencer have screwed up
your precious jet's speed?

Come on, sir!

Step on it!

Motherfucker!

Are you fucking blind?

Fuck me!

-I need a room.
-Sure, sir.

Please, write your details here.

The 'C' stands for Chaaku.

Chanda. Shauki's mistress, before
she hooked up with Tope Singh.

That wench used to blackmail me
with pictures.

There are some old pictures.

They look personal to me.

There's no light here.

This angle is just not right.

Stop clicking.

I told you, stop!

What do you think you're doing?

What's this?

A 'C' tattoo?

C for?

Cat.

Meow.

This dog can do absolutely
anything for his cat.

Anything, is it?

Anything.

Anything?

"Tinged with the colors
of summer twilight,

in your eyes I saw...

my doom."

"In the daily interplay,

in the daily chores of people...

in jests and jokes of millions
on life's flight."

"Amidst all, in your eyes...

I saw my doom."

Did you forget something?

What's going on?
Who are you?

Delhi Police.

With you, for you, always.

Give me a moment.
I need to change.

What nonsense is this!

How can you just walk in like this?

I've been searching for you,
Miss Chanda.

You really gave us the run around.

Trust the police.

I only have a few questions.

About Tope Singh.

Tope Singh who?

Now, that's something.

Seems like that fool got the 'C' for
Chanda tattooed on his arm for nothing.

I don't know what you're talking about.

And how can you barge in
a woman's room like this?

Where's the woman constable?

I work for Bajpayee,
in case you don't know.

One phone call,
and you'll be suspended.

Make the call.

Shukla mustn't have gone very far.
Call him.

I too need to tell him something.

About your 'method.'

The way you entrap men,
and then screw them over,

and then move on to your next prey.

Go on, call him.

Or should I?

Go ahead.

Shukla knows everything about Chaaku.

And about Shauki?

I'm not sure how Shukla will take it...

when he'll learn that he's not
the first sugar daddy you got cozy with.

Should I?

I was his accountant, sir.

He'd get fresh with me
at every opportunity.

He knew how badly I wanted that job.

He took advantage of my situation.

And Chaaku?

He too exploited you?

He was a psycho!

Everything is so expensive here.

Don't worry, Dad.

Just order what you feel like.

My boss won't let me live in peace.

One moment.

I told you not to call me.

Where are you?

I'm at home. Hang up.

Don't lie.

There's no one at home.

I've been banging your door
for fifteen minutes.

You--

I have come to Kolkata
to meet your father.

I want to know why he
won't let me marry you.

Because I'm a lower caste?

Does he know that his high caste
daughter likes to fuck a low caste?

I'll kill myself here,
right at your doorstep, Chanda!

Tell me where the fuck you are!

Charu, this is a Chinese restaurant.

So, you trapped Shukla?

I love him.

When I fell in love with him,
all I knew was that he's a poet.

Later I learnt that he
worked for Bajpayee.

So, how did you get Chaaku
out of the way?

I told Shukla about Chaaku.

Then, a couple of months back,

Shukla asked me to convince
Chaaku for an assignment.

What assignment?

What assignment?

He had to meet one
Tyagi in a hotel in Delhi

and stay with him till the job was done.

Shukla promised me that
Chaaku won't bother me after that.

I didn't know what the assignment was.

I'm telling you the truth.
And then, I saw Chaaku's photo on TV.

I swear I don't know
anything more than that.

Sir, I really don't know
what I've gotten myself into.

I don't want all this.

I just want to live,
make my parents happy.

Please help me, sir.

Sir...

I will...

I'll do whatever you ask of me, sir.

Please, help me.

Please.

For a minute there, I almost believed you.

Sir, please...

Please help me, sir.

Please, sir.

Yes, sir?

You've got a friend
working for Vodatel, right?

Deepak?

Right. Tell him we need a phone record.

Whose record?

DCP Bhagat.

We need to know his whereabouts
in the days leading to the four's arrest.

But, sir... he's the DCP!
How can I just dig out his record?

I have a theory.

I'm not sure at this point.

Can't tell you more.

So, I should just follow orders
without any questions.

Positive. Progressive.

Sorry.

I should've known better.

He's a very senior officer.

If someone gets a whiff of it,
you'll lose your job.

Listen.

Forget we ever discussed this.

Why did you stop the music?

They're sleeping.

Who?

Come.

Dr. Dalal guided me on the phone.

And I helped her.

I helped Savitri deliver these cuties.

That's great, Dolly.

Aren't they beautiful?

Yeah.

It's okay, baby.

Don't worry.

There's nothing to be scared of.

Sanjeev, you can't be here.

She's not yet comfortable around you.

Don't mind.

Sorry.

Here I am, don't worry.

Calling so late? All good?

I'm fine. Are you alright?

Yes.

Why? What happened?

I don't know.

Something's nagging at my mind.

I'm missing you.

Be safe.

You, too.

Don't--

How's your tummy keeping?

Don't worry.

I'll be home soon.

-Okay, be good.
-Yes.

Hey, stop!

You?

What is this?

What are you doing here?

Helping you.

Whatever I have to say,
it's there in this list.

What is this?

List of candidates
of the Samaaj Vikas Party.

To be announced next week.

Samaaj Vikas Party? That is...

Bajpayee's opposition party.

And there's Gwala
Gujjar's name on the list.

But Bajpayee and Gwala are a team, right?

Since decades.

Donullia never wanted
to get into politics.

He likes to stay in the shadows,
support Bajpayee with muscle power.

All the Gujjars of Bundelkhand vote
whoever Donullia asks them to vote for.

In return,
Bajpayee awards contracts to Gwala,

who kicks back a percentage to Bajpayee.

It's a perfect arrangement.

And now this.

It's surprising Donullia allowed
Gwala to contest the elections.

And that too against Bajpayee!

I should leave.

Why did Bajpayee's
people ransack your office?

It's something everybody knows.

But nobody talks about.

Whenever Bajpayee goes on a tour,

he carries Jerry cans filled with
water from the holy Ganga.

The man who is known
as the king of Dalit hearts,

whenever he visits a Dalit house,

he goes back to the guest house
and bathes with the holy water.

To 'cleanse' himself of the 'filth'.

I had put a shot of the Jerry cans
in my news beat.

That's all it took.

They destroyed my office.

And left with a warning...

to be respectful when I
cover Bajpayee's next rally.

It's not only thieves who
run from the police, sir.

Sometimes, it's also the ones
who speak the truth.

Chaaku. Chanda. Shukla. Bajpayee.

It's surprising Donullia allowed
Gwala to contest the elections.

And that too against Bajpayee!

Bajpayee's party has
been trying to create

a national presence
for quite some time now.

Maybe, Sanjeev was right about this bit.

That his killing is
a part of a larger plan.

Donullia never wanted
to get into politics.

Master ji isn't here.

Leave now.

He said, ''I've been hearing
this bullshit for three days.

I want to speak to Master ji right now."

He said he wouldn't do the job
if he doesn't get to speak with Master ji.

But seems like he is busy
with some prayers.

And then, there are his hitmen.

The most special
and trusted of those is...

Tyagi.

Bajpayee.

Tyagi.

Motherfucker!

There's an office around where they
maintain death records, right?

What?

Yes, it's at Ram Ghat.

Get your taxi.

It won't be possible at this hour.

Get here, motherfucker!

This damn journalist...

He has been making me tail
Gwala Gujjar's car since morning.

He'll go down and take me along.

Don't know what I've gotten myself into.

Yes, Deepak?

I've sent you the screenshot you wanted.

But please remember to delete it.

Yes. Don't worry. Thanks.

Take it ahead.

Sir, it's on the first floor.

You have a spanner?

Who's there?

Stop. Who is it?

I said who's it?

Open the door.

Yes, Ansari?

Sir, I've got DCP Bhagat's
cell phone records.

Strangely, they felt vaguely familiar.

I matched those with Tope Singh's
cell phone records.

And it's a perfect match!

DCP Bhagat had been following them
for three days before the arrest.

Motherfucker Bhagat!

What's the matter, sir?

If intelligence had
information about those four,

why didn't they
arrest them right away?

This entire operation
was a setup, Ansari.

In the so-called murder attempt,

Sanjeev Mehra was never the target.

The targets were those four.

Listen, do one thing.

Get copies of Bhagat's
cell phone records.

Babua, let's go.

I have some more information.

Let me call you first
thing in the morning and--

What have you got, sir?

I'll WhatsApp you the records.
But what info do you have?

Hello?

Sir?

Sir, I can't hear you.

Hello?

You there?

Sir, I... I can't hear you.

What were you saying?

Hello?

Sir?

Are you alright?

Sir, hello?

The Sun is in a powerful position
in his charts.

And Saturn is in the eighth house.

And then there's Mercury--

I'm an illiterate farmer.

I can't fathom your
stars and planets.

Get straight to the point.

Is his horoscope alright?

This horoscope is one in a million,
no doubt.

But...

But what?

This is not a human horoscope.

It belongs to a demon.

Like Hiranyakashyap.

He was the king of the demons.

Lord Brahma himself had
bestowed him with a blessing...

that when you'll die,
it'll neither be day, nor night...

neither at the hands of
a friend, nor a foe...

and neither by an accident,
nor by a conspiracy.

Lord Vishnu had to take the Narasimha
avatar to kill Hiranyakashyap!

Vishnu! Vishnu!

Your son's horoscope is blessed, too...

by Lord Brahma himself.

Neither in the day nor night.

No friend or foe.

No one will be able to kill him.

Except for one.

Who the fuck is calling incessantly?

He knows where I am.

I'm with the Delhi Police.

-If something happens to me--
-Firangi!

Do you know these cops have
to account for every bullet they fire?

Even if they fire one by accident,
they have to file a bloody report!

Imagine!

No such rules for us, bitch!

So, shut up...

and enjoy the music.

What's wrong with the music?

Such beautiful, philosophical lines.

"In every swan, God resides."

Every creature is a manifestation of God.

He is present in all of us.

Got that?

Not in a cop, for sure.

Even in a cop.

Who the fuck is that?

Turn the car around and come
to the carnival, motherfuckers!

Ma'am, check this out. It's great.

Come inside, I said!

Where is your God now?

My God is omnipresent.

Does he reside in this demon?

Yes, Father.

How about this pillar?

Yes, of course.

If you really believe your God is
everywhere, call him!

And ask him to save you.

Vishnu!

Vishnu! Help me, Lord Vishnu!

-Hail Lord Narasimha!
-Hail Lord Narasimha!

-Hail Lord Narasimha!
-Hail Lord Narasimha!

Move it!

More bread?

Tell me something.

If four men dig one hole
in the ground in four hours,

then how many holes will
one man dig in eight hours?

He might as well dig his
mother's pussy for all I care.

Water.

Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary.

Outer Jamuna Paar station.

Suspended from duty,
but still investigating.

So?

What did you find out?

That Donullia is dead.

And I'm not the only one
who knows this.

Who else does?

The same person who trapped Tyagi.

The one who asked you to send Tyagi
to Delhi to kill Sanjeev Mehra.

Bajpayee?

But...

Was Donullia unwell?

Bajpayee must've got a whiff of it.

You wanted to get into politics before the
news of Donullia's death became public.

But Bajpayee was against this.

He saw you brothers as his musclemen,
his financial benefactors.

But not as politicians.

He knew his refusal wouldn't
go down well with you.

But after Donullia's death...

Bajpayee was ready to take that risk.

But there was still
one man of yours he feared.

Tyagi.

Bajpayee asked you to send
Tyagi to Delhi on an assignment.

He set up a team of four,

so that the whole thing looked legit.

And you fell for it.

You thought this would get you the
party ticket to contest from Chitrakoot.

A team of cops on Bajpayee's payroll
were waiting in Delhi for Tyagi.

The cops followed
the four for three days.

The plan was simple.

The cops were waiting
for Tyagi to kill Sanjeev Mehra.

And then they'd have shot him down
in retaliatory firing.

It'd get Tyagi out of Bajpayee's way...

and the cops would get their medals.

Everybody wins.

And the political storm over
a journalist's killing...

that'd be the bonus.

But Tyagi never killed Mehra.

He was hell bent on talking to Master ji.

When that didn't happen,
he canceled the hit.

Bhagat and his team chased Tyagi...

and caught up with
him on the Yamuna bridge.

But as luck would have it,

there was a media OB van
present there!

Dahiya, it's the media!

DCP Bhagat couldn't shoot Tyagi...

and he had to arrest him.

And since then...

I've been getting fucked,
trying to get to the bottom of the case.

Well, now you know.

What next?

You're a big man, sir.

You know it well.

I can do nothing, even if I wanted to.

Only three people knew
of Donullia's death.

You, your brother and I.

I know you.

You will never even dream of betraying me.

He'll give your gun
and cell phone back to you.

This is Master ji's amulet.

Give it to Tyagi.

He deserves to know why I couldn't
have him speak to Master ji.

I had a question.

Why didn't Tyagi kill Sanjeev Mehra?

What was it that he so desperately
wanted to talk to Master ji about?

Speech! Speech! Speech!

On this?

Hold it.

Alright, alright! You asked for it.

I know the last couple of years
have been tough for all of us.

And the future had looked distant
uncertain for a while.

But this is to tell you...

that things are now looking bright.

We have a new management stepping in...

which believes in us
and is ready to back us.

They've promised us
a free hand in what we do.

And a pay raise.

That one always works.

Enjoy the day.

And go easy on the champagne.
We still have a day's work to do.

-Hey, Vikram!
-Mr. Editor, congratulations!

Have you thought this through?

Not really.

You think you're making
a statement by doing this.

But trust me,
it makes no difference to anybody.

No one will know.

No one will care.

It makes a difference to me.

Stop! You can't barge in like this.

This is the Delhi Police, fucker!

What nonsense is this?

I want to talk to you about your case.

Get an appointment.

If I was you, I'd do this right away.

I want to tell you a story.

After their reign on Earth was over,
the Pandavas...

were on their way to Heaven...

when a dog accompanied them.

It was a tough journey.

One by one, the Pandavas died on the way.

-Finally, it was only Yudhishthira--
-I really don't have time for this.

We've been hearing your
stories for months now.

How about you hear mine today?

So, at the doorway to Heaven...

Lord Indra welcomed Yudhishthira in.

But Yudhishthira insisted that
the dog comes with him.

Lord Indra refused.
"A lowly dog in Heaven?

Impossible!"

Yudhishthira said,
"Even my brothers left me halfway.

It was only this dog who kept me company,
right till the end.

And if he's not allowed in,
I refuse your Heavens."

He turned around to leave.

But Lord Indra held him back.

"O Yudhishthira, I was only testing you.

For this dog is Lord Dharma himself.

The Heavens welcome you both."

It's all there in our scriptures,

though I read it on WhatsApp.

What has this bullshit
got to do with my case?

A dog came into your life too,
just like Lord Dharma.

The only difference was...

your dog saved you from going to Heaven.

That's Mehra, right?

-Savitri.
-Should we do it now?

Your man Tyagi...

he truly believed in
these words of his guru...

People who love dogs, are good people.

When a dog loves a man,
he is a good man.

When a man loves a dog,
he is a good man.

When he saw your wife
take care of that dog...

for the first time in his life...

he doubted the orders to kill.

He tried to get in touch with his guru.

He wanted to know if he should
go ahead with the hit.

But he couldn't get through to him.

Tyagi sensed something wasn't right.

He canceled the hit.

Tyagi might be a monster...

but there was still some
humanity left in him.

Liked the story?

I've got one more.

A short one this time.

This case had nothing to do with you.

End of story.

Come again?

The target could've been anyone.

It'd have made no difference.

In fact, you were never the target.
It was Tyagi.

You were just a means
to get Tyagi out of Chitrakoot,

and make it easy to kill him.

The CBI has investigated this case.

The ISI was behind this.

Everyone knows.

It's strange.

I thought you'd be happy to know
there's no one out there to kill you.

But you aren't.

Is it because while Tyagi
and the other three got banished to hell,

you found your doorway
to Heaven in this case?

Voice of India!

You're bullshitting.

You know nothing.

You've been suspended from duty
because of your fuck ups.

The first time I met you...

I thought, he's such a big
man while I'm a nobody.

No matter how badly I got
fucked over in this case...

that's one misunderstanding
that got cleared.

This can't leave the room.

It's not right.

You don't know if this
is really the truth.

You're right, I don't.

But I want you to live with
the knowledge that if I want...

I can do to you exactly what
you did to those four guys.

No one's going to believe you.

An affair gone wrong,
that's what they're going to say.

Sara!

-Be gentle.
-Sorry.

You okay?

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

I met with an accident.

Tokas!

Sir.

Tell the registrar
to return his keys and gun.

Yes, sir.

Got a call from
the headquarters last night.

Your suspension has been revoked.

You know everything, Chaudhary.

Don't act innocent.

Doesn't suit you.

I thought you'd be glad I'm back on duty.

If not as a boss, as a friend
you could've been happy, right?

Get back to work.

Hathi Ram.

Long live, Bajpayee!
Love live, Gwala!

For your contribution towards
getting these two back together...

you've got this job back.

Or maybe to ensure I keep my mouth shut.

This system...

looks completely rotten
from the outside, Chaudhary.

But once you spend some time in it...

you realize it's a well-oiled machinery.

Every part knows its job well.

And the one that doesn't,

simply gets replaced.

But the system never changes.

May I ask you something?

Did you give me this case because you
were confident I was no good to solve it?

You're indeed no good, Chaudhary.

In fact, much worse than I bargained for.

Thank you.

For what?

I don't know.

Just felt like saying it.

Come on, sir! I can't be late
for my final interview.

How did you get injured?

It's nothing compared
to what my father used to do.

And the PCR van?

I didn't steal it.
Get in, fast!

It should pay off sometimes to be a cop.

CBI was asked to take over the case
and give it a spin.

So they thought, why not
spin a terrorist conspiracy?

More brownie points for that one.

-But how did the CBI--
-Enough for now.

Focus on your interview.

I never made it to the big league.

I'd be proud if a friend does.

-Today's the first hearing--
-Just focus on your interview, man!

Off you go.

The CBI's charge-sheet
accuses these four of

anti-national and terrorist activities.

Today, the CBI shall be
presenting the evidence

to prove that it was these three

behind the Sanjeev Mehra
assassination attempt case.

This is Gehna Seth along with cameraman
Sushil Kumar,

reporting for Rashtriya Dhwani.

How are you?

How about you?

Listen.

I'd kept two and a half
lacs at Kuku's parlor.

The advance for this job.

Collect it from him soon.

Didn't I warn you enough, bitch?

Not to dream too big.

Are you happy now?

It was a surprise for you.

I was to get a sex
change operation done...

right after the job,

just so I could marry you.

Move along.

Case numbers 25275,

20790 and 25402.

Gwala sent this for you.

Said you'd get the message.

Your son's horoscope is blessed, too...

by Lord Brahma himself.

Neither in the day nor night.

No friend or foe.

No one will be able to kill him.

Except for one.

Sanjeev, we are live.

Sanjeev?

For long, our courts have been blamed
for delaying the course of justice.

For long, our police force has been
blamed for not being up to the task.

But today, the action was swift.

And the justice was instant.

An on-trial terrorist, Vishal Tyagi...

also known as Hathoda Tyagi,

tried to flee the Patiala House Court,

and when his attempt was thwarted
by alert police officials...

Tyagi had no other option but
to shoot himself dead.

This happened when Tyagi
was due to make his court appearance

in the Sanjeev Mehra
assassination attempt case.

It feels a little odd to refer
to oneself in the third person,

but please bear with me as
I bring to you tonight's big story...

The story of the men who
tried to finish Sanjeev Mehra...

but couldn't.

Love, love, they all say...

Love, love, they all say,
Yet no one knows what love is!

Love knows no swell or ebb...

it dwells deep within