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Raghu! My dear brother!

I had promised you that I would kill Zaheer Bhatkar!

I bumped him off!

Hey, son!

Come, have some food.

Yesterday, we learnt that Zaheer Bhatkar was coming to Vashi market area.

We set up a trap for him.

Zaheer reached there around 10:30 pm.

We asked him to surrender.

But he refused and started firing at us.

We retaliated and fired back. In the firing, Zaheer Bhatkar was killed.

It's the same shit again!

Only the names of the gangsters and the police officers have changed,

but the transcript is exactly the same as before.

It is clearly evident that this is a contract killing,

and not a police encounter.

Yes, but how are we going to prove it?

I think the whole equation is quite simple, actually.

We unnecessarily complicate it.

Rishi, I think we should shorten this news about counterfeit currency

to only two columns.

Sir.

Sorry, but please don't ignore my points.

Not at all, Anjali.

Rather, you are completely ignoring my point.

I had told you clearly

that I wouldn't accept the story without substantial evidence.

Yes, but I don't think we need any more evidence than this.

And I'm not accusing the entire police department, sir.

I'm only trying to speak up against some corrupt officers like Tawde.

Exactly my point.

Anjali, our job is to present the truth

without getting biased.

I don't get it, sir.

Why do you connect every action of mine to my past?

Anyway, I'll be back, sir. With substantial evidence.

Thank you, sir.

- Ashraf. - Yes?

Come inside, please. I want to talk to you.

Sit, dear.

Sit.

What's the matter?

I want to talk to you.

Dear, we won't be staying here anymore.

What do you mean?

Our son is gone.

Now, what's left for us here?

Let's go back to our village.

But, mother...

Dear,

we are done with this city.

We don't want to stay here anymore.

Excuse me, father,

but I'm not going anywhere.

But...

Here...

Here, in this house,

my memories of Zaheer live on.

My child will be born only in this house, father.

I won't go anywhere.

♫ By hook or by crook, ♫

♫ by fair means or foul... ♫

♫ By hook or by crook, by fair means or foul, I will survive. ♫

♫ But how will you manage, mister? ♫

♫ How will you get by? ♫

♫ I've got no family. ♫

♫ I've got no one to take care of. ♫

♫ I've got no family. I've got no one to take care of. No one will mourn me. ♫

♫ Nor do I have a sweetheart who would miss me, mister. ♫

You should come with us to the village. Why don't you come with us?

Don't worry about me, father.

Please take care of mother and yourself.

Ashraf, dear,

my grandchild is in your womb.

It will be Zaheer's legacy.

Please take care of it.

Goodbye.

- The taxi is here. - We're coming.

Goodbye, dear.

- Take care. - Yes.

May God protect you.

Come.

- Write to us, dear. - Yes.

My old friend, goodbye.

Madina Manzil

Ashraf!

Yes?

My name is Anjali.

I'm a journalist.

I work for a newspaper.

Okay. How can I help you?

I want to know the truth.

About your husband, Zaheer's death.

You can trust me completely.

I really want to help you.

Are you absolutely sure that those men

were Inspector Tawde and Sub-inspector Bhoir?

Yes. I'm sure it was them.

If that's the truth, then it's very important that it gets out.

But who would want to be an enemy of the police?

Me.

I was waiting for this opportunity.

So, you mean that this news

will be published tomorrow?

No, not tomorrow. The day after.

Tomorrow, there's going to be a blast.

A blast so strong that its echoes will keep ringing in Tawde's ears for years.

I... I'll get going.

Policemen party with gangsters

What is this nonsense?

As it is, the opposition has made life hell for us because of the mill strike.

Do you want to dig our graves?

Hey, what's your name?

Yashwant Tawde.

I'll have to face the music for your partying adventure!

Gokhale, do one thing. Suspend both of them.

Sir.

Set up a departmental enquiry against them.

- And inform the press. Okay? - Sir.

Sorry, sir, but you misunderstand.

I misunderstand? The newspaper has published your photo, damn it!

Sir, actually, it's a part of our secret mission.

What do you mean?

Sir, we...

We are trying to make friends with Nana Mhatre and his gang

so that we can get information on their activities.

Hmm.

But if the newspapers keep giving it such a spin, then...

Sir, had this mission been successful,

we could have uncovered all the leads right up to Dubai.

I don't know what's true and what's not.

But what you just said sounds good to me just to save our face.

Inform the press accordingly. Okay?

- Sir! - Yeah.

- Sir! - Sir!

Sir!

Sir, I'll wait near the car.

Sir.

- Tawde. - Yes, sir.

You should at least inform me about the department's secret missions!

Sir, I was just going to tell you.

Tawde, I want all the files about this operation on my table tomorrow morning.

But, sir...

Why? Are the files secret too?

No, sir.

Tawde, I keenly watch all the officers!

If I get my hands on even one of your secrets,

I'll fire you. That too publicly.

Not secretly. Get that well.

I'm sorry that I came here suddenly, without any notice.

But it's very important that I talk to you. Please.

Look, there is a misunderstanding.

Really, I...

I didn't know about your husband's death.

I know that it must be hard for you to believe me.

Why are you telling me all this?

I don't know.

This is Home Minister Ganpatrao Kadam.

Oh, hello, Mr Kadam.

Dandekar, just because you found a matchstick

doesn't mean that you should burn down the whole town.

Pardon me, sir, but I don't understand.

I'll come to the point.

Do you have any idea how much flak the Home Ministry

and the police department have received because of your article?

Had your officers not done what they did, there would have been no flak, right?

No, you have had a misunderstanding.

Actually, it was a part of the police department's secret mission.

But because of your stupid article,

the police department has had to suffer a great deal.

Do you have any idea?

- Look, Mr Kadam... - Dandekar.

Running the Home Ministry is not as easy as scribbling on a piece of paper.

Don't make us take action against you.

Are you threatening me?

No, it's just a friendly suggestion.

Don't make me threaten you.

If we threaten you, you won't be able to handle it.

Yes! Yes! Do it. Harder...

Harder! Yes! I'm almost there! Harder!

Yes! Do it...

Harder! Yes! I love that!

Yes! Yes! Harder!

Damn it!

Well, where were you?

Sir, there was a minor issue at home.

- Really? - Yes, sir.

You were with Kammo at Surya Lodge to discuss a domestic issue, you f**ker?

Sir, actually...

I'm always informed about my informers, okay?

Sir, you are great! I'm a f**king idiot.

As***le, I had asked you to find out something for me. What about that?

Come on, sir! Do you think I wouldn't follow your orders?

You pay for my food, clothing, shelter and booze!

Stop f**king around and tell me the news.

Sir, there's a girl named Anjali Dixit

who works for Janmat newspaper.

I saw her coming out of Rashid's hotel.

I don't know what they talked about while they were in there.

But something is cooking for sure, sir.

May I ask where you got this information from?

Yes. I...

I met Zaheer's wife, sir.

I also met Zaheer's close friend, Iqbal,

who was present at the spot when Zaheer was shot.

So, based on the information given by a gangster's wife

and another gangster who worked for the same gang,

you want us to publish an article against two police officers?

Sorry. I can't allow this.

Sir... Sir... Sir.

Sorry, but please, this will be the biggest story of my career. Please.

I don't want to commit the biggest mistake of my career.

Anjali, I am answerable to someone too!

But, as a journalist, I believe that we are the most answerable to our readers,

is that not?

Exactly. Which is why I don't want to give them half-cooked information.

This is not half-cooked.

These are the facts from some really reliable sources.

I don't consider them as reliable sources.

You don't because you don't want to.

Come again?

Anjali, please try to understand.

Industrialists, politicians,

bureaucrats, police...

You have to bear everyone's pressure when you run a newspaper. It's not easy.

In that case, sir, we should publish comic books instead.

What?

Yes! I mean, zero pressure, more profits...

- It's just... - Mad girl...

It gets so simple! It gets simple, sir...

Nana.

Have you got your revenge?

Are you satisfied now?

What did you think?

That you could pay off Tawde to bump off Zaheer,

and I wouldn't find out about it?

I know everything, from where you killed him

to how many bullets you fired at him.

Don...

Don, Raghu was my brother...

I had asked you not to, hadn't I?

Yes...

Now, focus on the business.

We have incurred huge losses because of the recent turn of events.

Yes, Boss.

Come on, Anjali.

Journalism is not your life.

It's just a small part of it.

I feel like I have completely wasted

that small part of my life.

Anjali, every industry has some advantages and some disadvantages.

Who doesn't have to make compromises? Everyone has to.

At least not in this case, Rishi.

Again, you're getting personal, Anjali.

And why do you think I should not get personal?

Rishi, my brother was killed in one such fake encounter.

I haven't seen my mother smile in the last three years.

My entire family was disrupted.

Why should I not get personal?

It's very frustrating, you know?

It's very frustrating.

Hello?

I scanned through the entire newspaper,

but the truth was nowhere to be found.

Ashraf, I tried my best.

I don't know why, but I trusted you.

You turned out to be one of them too.

- Ashraf, please hear me out. - Goodbye.

Yes!

Who are you glaring at, you f**king b**ch?

I'll shoot a hole between your eyes, motherf**ker!

In a city as big as this, there must be someone

who is praying for Maqsood's death.