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Sahar Police Station, Mumbai

- Mr Bhosale. - Yes?

We want to lodge a complaint.

- What happened? - A murder.

My husband's murder.

Ashraf, please try to understand.

- You... - Will you file the complaint or not?

Let me remind you that it's your duty.

Your full name?

Ashraf Zaheer Bhatkar.

- Do you suspect anyone? - Not a suspicion.

I know it for sure.

Senior Inspector Tawde,

Sub-inspector Bhoir

and Nana Mhatre.

Ma'am, please give a poor man like me a chance to serve you once in a while.

What are you staring at, Tawde?

Your mother and your sister have thighs too, you know?

Get to the point. I have a lot to do.

I'll get to the point.

Ma'am, what do you do when garbage accumulates in your house?

You clean up, right?

That's exactly what we do, ma'am.

You call it tidying up,

we call it an encounter.

Why are you giving me this justification?

Because you're hell-bent on destroying us.

I'm just doing my duty, Tawde.

We're doing our duty too, ma'am!

What duty?

Do you think I don't know whose payroll you are on?

Ma'am, you're making direct allegations!

It's a fact that 90 percent of encounters are actually contract killings.

But who got killed in the encounter?

Gangsters, right?

Your family has never received a ransom call.

None of your family members were killed in a gang war. That is why you say so.

My brother was killed.

Not in a gang war but in a fake encounter.

The Ajinkya Dixit case.

Oh, f**k!

So, that's why you're mad at me!

Ma'am, the police made a mistake!

We didn't want to kill him.

It was an accident!

ACP Joglekar was suspended! I went through a departmental enquiry!

Suspension, my foot, you bloody Tawde!

Out.

Get out.

I said out.

Cleaning up.

Motherf**ker!

Is that how you pour beer, you f**ker?

Did your father pay for this booze, as***le?

Did your father pay for this booze, motherf**ker?

Sir, why are you taking out your anger on him instead of me?

Hey, as***le!

Do you think I'm scared of you?

I'm in-charge of the police station!

And you filed a complaint against me, as***le!

- Motherf**ker! - Sir, don't!

Sir, please stop! He's new.

New, my foot! Son of a b**ch!

- If he's new, he must stay in his lane! - Told you he's new.

Don't mess with me!

Sir, it's our duty to file a complaint. How could I say no to her?

Hey, dumb f**k! You could have made up some excuse!

You could have pretended to file a complaint!

Bhoir, we are public servants. We are not their bosses.

Hey, shove your honesty up your ass!

This is my police station!

Here, my word is the law.

If you come in my way, I'll break your leg and put it on that car!

Hey! Will you put up a police tangdi kebab on the car?

Yes! He'll serve it up for me.

This is not fair, sir.

Damn you! Whatever I do is fair!

What did you think?

That you would file the complaint,

and they would hang me?

- Hey! - Yes, sir?

- What's her name? - Whose name?

What's the name of Bhatkar's wife?

Oh, that b**ch... Ashraf...

- I'm going to f**k her up real bad! - Sir, please wait!

- I'll f**k her up! - Let me come with you!

Why do you have to f**k with his head?

Now, he's gone alone.

Are you Zaheer Bhatkar's wife?

I don't want to talk to you.

Did I ask you that?

Did I ask you?

Listen to me!

Come to the police station tomorrow and withdraw your complaint.

I won't.

Do you know who I am?

A drunkard cop

who is extremely afraid from within.

It's you who should be afraid, motherf**ker!

Look, stop this drama!

Remember, you're a gangster's wife.

I will make up false charges, strip you naked and drag you to the station!

Do whatever you want.

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

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

By all means, kill me.

It will still be proven in the court

that you gave your service gun to Nana Mhatre to kill my husband.

What happened, Ashraf? Is everything okay?

Yes, it's fine.

Tawde,

put your official gun away.

Because if I tell these people about your misconduct,

they won't just strip you naked

but peel your skin off.

Get lost!

Welcome, Sarika. Most welcome.

Please come.

Is the minister there?

How could he not be here when you're about to drop by? Come.

Sir is busy on a phone call.

- Really? - Yes.

I heard that your new movie was doing great, ma'am.

- Yes. - Kasam Tujhe Suhag Ki.

I have a double role in the film.

Have you watched it yet?

I hardly get any free time, ma'am.

- But I'll see it for sure. - Okay.

Ma'am, can I ask you something as a friend?

Sure, ask me.

Do you really hug the actors in your films?

Why, Shirodkar? Do you want to hug me too?

No, ma'am, don't say such things. My blood sugar shoots up.

Shirodkar!

- Is she here? - Yes, she is.

Welcome.

Kasam Tujhe Suhag Ki.

Hey, are you sucking popsicles, noob?

- Smoke up properly! - Yes, boss. I am.

खींच।

Smoke up.

Hey, Tawde.

Why such a c*nt face?

Hey, junkie!

- Hey, Bhau. Where's Nana? - He's in.

Hey! Is this your police station that you could drop by at any time?

Stay within your limits, a***ole!

- F**k you, motherf**ker! - Who the hell do you think you are?

- F**k you! - Sawtya!

What happened, Tawde?

Hey...

Did Zaheer's wife tell you this herself?

Yes, Nana!

We were there at the spot, right?

So, how did she find out that I gave you my gun?

Did any one among you blurt it out while drunk?

Nana, we must do something.

You don't know, the commissioner is really on my case.

Hey, Tawde.

Nana, just say the word.

I'll go and bump her off right away.

- Shut up, you junkie! - Hey!

Nana, please talk to him.

Sawtya, motherf**ker!

- Are you stoned again? - No.

Bhau.

I didn't smoke up! I swear on my mother! Hey!

Nana, there's already a case registered against me.

If this matter escalates,

I'll get screwed.

Hey, what happened?

- Why did you stop? - I need something.

What do you need?

A flat worth ten percent

in Versova.

I just gave you a flat three months ago!

That one is in Powai, darling.

Do you know how far I have to travel to meet you?

Will you give it to me?

- Done. - Are you sure?

Yes, but now, let's continue!

Who is it, motherf**ker?

Sorry, sir, for waking you up like this.

- It was urgent... - Mr Tawde.

Come with me. Let's have tea and chat.

- I need to talk to the minister... - He'll be right here. Come with me.

It's important. Come with me.

Actually, Mr Tawde, let's take a walk in the garden.

It should be quite pleasant.

Cool breeze and interesting conversations...

Tell me, Nana.

There's a new issue.

What happened now?

We killed Zaheer Bhatkar...

I mean I killed him.

Now, his wife has lodged a complaint.

There's some eyewitness

who saw me kill Zaheer.

Make the case disappear.

Look, Nana.

The atmosphere is very heated right now because of the mill strikes.

Every Tom, Dick and Harry wants me to resign.

At least for now, don't get me involved in this matter.

You killed him.

Now, you deal with the repercussions.

You didn't get me, Kadam Sir.

I haven't come here to ask for your help.

I've come here to make you understand.

Today, I've only dragged you away from your bed and b**ch.

If I go to jail because of this matter,

I'll put you to sleep forever.

- Ashraf! - Iqbal!

Tawde paid me a visit.

He threatened me to withdraw the case.

We're not withdrawing the case.

God willing, we will definitely win this fight.

Please don't worry.

I'm worried about you, Iqbal.

They can't do anything. They must be really scared.

They can't lay a finger on me.

We don't have the time to argue.

I've brought some money for you.

- Just get out of the city... - No.

I couldn't save Zaheer's life,

but this is the least I can do for him.

I will testify in court.

My lord,

Zaheer Bhatkar was not killed in a police encounter.

Acting under the orders of the underworld don, Nana Mhatre,

Senior Police Inspector Tawde and Sub-inspector Bhoir

executed this well-planned murder.

I'm sorry, my lord.

Senior Police Inspector Tawde and Sub-inspector Bhoir are

dedicated and decorated police officers.

This allegation against them is nothing but an attempt at maligning them.

Inspector Tawde's reputation has already been tarnished.

Three years ago, regarding the Ajinkya Dixit fake encounter case,

he was suspended for two months.

My lord, that case

is in no way related to this case.

Mr Salvi, actually, there is a very close connection.

My lord,

the police falsely claim

that Zaheer Bhatkar was picked up from Vashi.

But in reality, Zaheer Bhatkar

was picked up from the Mumbai Airport.

And an eyewitness to this incident,

Zaheer Bhatkar's wife,

Ashraf Bhatkar, is present here today.

She has already given her statement.

I completely sympathise with Mrs Bhatkar.

But can her testimony be considered credible in this case?

That is an important question.

My lord,

we have

an extremely important eyewitness in this case.

He is present in the court at this time.

Iqbal Khan.

Iqbal.

My lord,

this is Iqbal Khan.

He has witnessed Zaheer Bhatkar's murder with his own eyes.

My lord, I request the court

to grant me permission to present him as an eyewitness.

Objection, my lord.

Without any prior notice, a new eyewitness

cannot be presented in the court.

Objection sustained.

Advocate Deshmukh,

present the court with all the information about your witness.

Someone mentioned to me

that your son wanted to go to London for his post-graduation.

His testimony will be heard at the next hearing.

I will pay for his accommodation and the fees for his course.

What would I have to do to return this favour?

Till then, the court stands adjourned.

Hey, you wh*re! What happened in there?

What did you achieve?

What great truth did you uncover?

In the end, this drunkard cop will win the case.

You like to hear the truth, don't you?

So, listen.

I had picked up your husband.

I gave Nana Mhatre my service revolver to kill him.

He was lying in a pool of blood and flailing like a worm.

I put a gun to his head and bang!

Game over.

Now, go.

Do whatever the hell you want to do.

Go and tell the judge.

You have a reporter friend, right?

Ask her to publish this.

You can't do anything to me.

Remember!

If I see you anywhere near my police station,

I'll peel your skin off along with your clothes! Remember that!

Ashraf,

don't lose hope.

We've still got this. We'll try again.

Ashraf, listen to me.

I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you the last time around.

But please don't lose hope. We can appeal to the High Court.

I'll try my best to help you. Please.

Ashraf, let's go home and talk.

- I'll get the car. - Yes.

- Iqbal Khan. - Yes?

I'm arresting you for the Bhuj Express firing case.

- Arrest him. - Sir.

- You... - Please. Let us do our job.

- But... Sir... - Let's go.

- But... How can they... - Rashid...

How could...

I know very well how to emasculate a cop.

You enjoy emasculating people?

I enjoy beating the arrogance out of people.

You want to become a dancer? That too in a burqa?