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Rane,

ask her to get off here.

Ma'am, please get off.

Let me just get out of here once!

I swear I will transfer you to a remote place surrounded by Naxalites.

Who do you think you are, f**kers?

I swear to God, I will come after all of you!

Ganpatrao.

Do whatever you want.

But after you sign this.

I will not sign it.

I will not sign it. Do whatever you want.

I'm the home minister, okay?

Don't forget that, Gokhale.

Motherf**ker, it would take me mere seconds

to sign your suspension order.

Mr Ganpatrao Kadam, I don't think

that you will retain your minister's post after this news gets out.

You won't even get a ticket for the next election.

So, if you don't want to be beaten up in jail, shut up and sign this.

Sign it.

Hello.

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

Ashraf?

A massive truth bomb is waiting for you.

Ashraf, what has happened?

You will find all the answers at Sahar Police Station.

The biggest news of tomorrow is waiting for you.

Wait... Hello...

Sir.

I need you to stop the press.

We're going to get our hands on the biggest news. Believe me.

What is the news about?

I don't know.

I know that it sounds crazy,

but trust me on this. The news is big.

Sir, if it is big news like she says, we must give it to the people.

It's okay if our printing is delayed a little. Please.

- Please. - Please, sir.

- Are you sure? - I'm damn sure. Very sure.

- Only one hour, okay? - Done.

- Okay? - Yes.

Stop the press.

Hey, Gokhale. Hear me out.

I've spent 20 years of my life in politics. 20 years!

I have washed the dirty dishes of my senior politicians.

You have no idea what all I've done to get to the position I have today.

This one scandal will ruin 20 years of my hard work. Please listen to me.

I'll give you anything you want. Just name your price.

Do you want to send your children abroad for their education?

You want to, right? I'll arrange everything for you.

Just name your price. Within an hour, I'll give you the cash.

As much cash as you want.

Is there anything else you want? Just tell me.

Just sign on this statement. That's it.

JANMAT

Home Minister Arrested Government on the brink of collapse

The police have taken Ganpatrao Kadam into custody

and are interrogating him.

The opposition has asked Ganpatrao Kadam to resign.

The ruling party is facing...

The police have seized drugs worth Rs 1 crore.

Sub-inspector Vikram Bhosale.

Medal... Award... Praise...

Had I known the actual cost of all this,

I would have never taken the action I took.

I was willing to pay this price.

You paid the price, but I lost everything I had.

This was the reason why I never answered any of your questions.

Do you still want to be my companion on this journey?

- What happened? - What?

I thought you must be very happy today.

I... I am happy.

But not very happy.

Why?

Rishi, it's not me who deserves all this praise.

Ashraf has made this possible.

I was just the messenger.

Think about what she must have gone through to make this possible.

But I am getting all the praise. That's what's bothering me.

Irony of life.

Nothing else.

You know what?

I will write her story one day.

And I'm sure that that story will be just as popular!

Come on, smile a little!

You look so morose! Come on. Have this sweet.

- Have it! Have it all! - No... Rishi!

Come on, have it.

I had called you that night.

When that f**ker Bhosale left with so many cops,

I knew something was afoot.

That Sapna f**ked all of us over!

Who?

Sapna.

She's a dancer at Ceazar Palace.

F**king b**ch...

Motherf**ker..

Someone has sent her to f**k us over.

Only Sapna can tell us who has sent her.

Tawde, just get me information about Sapna.

I swear I will f**king end her life!

What happened, sir? You called for me?

Hmm.

For how long have you known Sapna?

I haven't known her for long.

Maria had asked me to help her, and so I did.

Maria?

Who is she?

She's a dancer at Samudra Bar.

- Samudra? - Yes?

Okay. You may go.

Is there a problem, sir? I hope not.

I will create a problem now.

- No... - Got it?

Come on, sir.

- Ashraf. - Yes?

I know that it's not easy for you to make a new beginning.

But I don't want

our past to affect our future.

I know it's difficult.

But if we try together...

Can I say something if you don't mind?

Yes, sure.

Zaheer's death was a wound so deep

that it will take quite some time to heal.

I'll wait.

Thank you.

Can I say something if you don't mind?

Hmm.

You have a lot of anger inside you, Ashraf.

I know that you have suffered a lot, sacrificed a lot.

But the path to revenge is a never-ending one.

But for me, it's not just about revenge.

The destruction of those people is the ultimate goal of my life.

I'm only a few steps away from it.

I never told you this,

but I'm preparing a file.

It contains the names of every single police officer

and politician associated with Maqsood.

I have evidence against them.

I'm just waiting to compile all the details.

Will you help me take the file to the commissioner?

- Did Mangya tell you? - Yes, he told me.

So, what do you think?

Bro, listen. Who is the woman who just passed by?

I don't know.

Motherf**ker...

Do you remember now?

Maria. Victor's wife.

Victor?

The one from Zaheer Bhatkar's gang?

Yes. He died.

His family was rendered homeless.

His wife is a dancer at a dance bar in Khar.

Do you understand?

- Victor's wife? - Yes.

Come on, man. Play.

- Okay, thanks. Carry on. - Yes.

Sir, I admit my mistake.

I apologise, sir. Please forgive me.

Illegal drug-trading. Fake encounters.

Connections with the underworld. What exactly are you apologising for?

- Sir, I have been framed. - Shut up, Tawde.

Do you know the entire police department got defamed because of you?

Sir, I'm really sorry.

Sir, please give me one last chance.

The CM has ordered your suspension himself.

I can't do anything to help you.

You are permanently suspended. Right now.

Tawde.

- Sir. - You may leave now.

Hey, as**ole!

Are you happy now?

Don't get too excited.

When I come back, I will...

Mind your language, Tawde.

Now, you're neither a police officer nor my senior.

I'll cut your tongue off and sell it at that stall you frequent. Got it?

Move aside.

I need your help, Anjali.

My help?

I want to carry out a blast. A massive one.

So massive that the blast will take place in Dubai,

but its echoes will be heard here, in Mumbai.

Ashraf, what exactly are you planning to do?

On the 13th of this month,

the Champions Trophy cricket tournament will commence in Sharjah.

And I know that he will be there for sure.

Motherf**ker, you killed Bala Mama!

Who tipped you off, motherf**ker?

You killed Bala Mama! Speak up!

Speak up! You killed Bala Mama, motherf**ker!

Bala Mama was like a younger brother to me.

My wife used to tie a rakhi on his hand.

He had been with me since my first hit job.

You people killed him.

Right?

You shot him from behind, motherf**ker!

Like eunuchs.

Tell me.

Who gave you the tip about Bala Mama?

Who tipped you off about Bala Mama?

Speak up, motherf**ker!

Who gave you the tip about Bala Mama? Speak up!

Speak up, or I'll crush your skull, as**ole!

Sapna.

What?

Sapna gave the tip.

- Did he say Sapna? - Yes, boss.

Ceazar Palace...

She's a dancer.

F**k you!

Motherf**ker.

F**k you, f**king dog!

Are you out of your mind, Ashraf?

Do you think it's that easy?

Going to Sharjah and killing him during the tournament...

I just need a press card to gain entry to the stadium.

And you can easily get that for me, Anjali.

I'm not going to do anything of that sort.

And please forget about it. It's insanity!

I have always done what I've resolved to do.

I'll do this too.

That's when I will achieve my goal.

I'm not going to help you do something so crazy.

And I will not let you do all this. Do you get me?

I will do it.

Listen to me carefully.

Ashraf, you have just started a new life.

Why do you want to ruin it?

I wish...

I wish that my new life could erase the wounds on my heart, Anjali.

The moment he dies

will be the moment I will begin my new life.

You don't understand.

You can't help me, right?

No problem.

- I'll find my own way. - Ashraf, no!

Goodbye.

Mr Tawde.

Rokde, what happened to the job I had assigned you?

Come on, sir. Have I ever disappointed you?

Hey, dumb f**k. Get to the point.

Sir, I have information about Maria.

She is Victor's wife.

The shooter from Zaheer Bhatkar's gang.

You had killed him.

- Are you sure the information is true? - 200 percent, sir.

Motherf**king Zaheer!

Even after his death, he continues to trouble me!

How are you, Ashraf?

I'm okay.

How are you?

I'm alive.

I want to go to Dubai.

What?

Iqbal.

There's an India-Pakistan match in Sharjah on the 13th.

He will surely be there to watch the match.

Ashraf, why are you doing this? Your life could be in danger.

I know.

I know everything. I know that my life could be in danger.

Iqbal, I've come to you with a lot of hope.

This is the only way left to avenge Zaheer's death.

Come on, your time is up!

Iqbal, if I don't do it now, I'll never be able to do it.

There must be someone who can send me to Dubai.

Well?

There's one person.

An old friend of Zaheer's.

Yussuf Sayyed.

He lives in Vapi these days.

What did he say?

What?

I see. Do what feels right to you.

Hey, Rashid. Do you recognise me? I'm your father.

What happened, Tawde?

- Who is Sapna? - Sapna? Who?

Don't you know Sapna, as**ole?

Speak up, or I'll kill you right away.

Speak up, motherf**ker! Who is Sapna?

- What happened, Rashid? - Speak up!

Rashid, shall I call for help?

Hey!

Just because I'm tolerating your insolence

doesn't mean that I'm helpless, weak or a coward.

It will take me seconds to summon my entire community here.

And you will die such a horrible death that your family won't be able to decide

whether to cremate you

or to bury whatever remains of you.

You will regret this.

Get out of my way!

Sit down, guys.

Relax.

Yes?

I'm Ashraf. Zaheer Bhatkar's widow.

Pardon me,

but this plan of yours is very dangerous.

I know.

But I've come to you to ask for help,

not advice.

I'm indebted to Zaheer.

- So, I thought... - That's exactly why I'm here.

Here's your chance to return his favours.

The security at Sharjah stadium is extremely tight.

Maqsood always prefers the VVIP stand.

On the way from his house to the stadium, it's impossible to lay a finger on him.

But his personal guards don't go to the stand.

At the stand, he only has 3-4 men around him.

I see.

Do you know anyone in Dubai who can give me a gun?

It can be arranged.

But you can't take the weapon to the stand.

You can only take an umbrella there.

My lord,

just because two suspects said so,

my client, Narayan Mhatre,

is being accused of murdering Wamanrao Joshi.

Now, just because a petty thief

gave a false statement, a reputed gentleman is being maligned.

How right is that?

So, I request the honourable court

to grant bail to my client, Narayan Mhatre.

The police department has produced

no concrete evidence against Narayan Mhatre.

So, the court grants him bail.

Bhosale.

Try with all your might, as**ole.

I will kill Sapna within two days.

You have my word.

The cost of your son's life is Sapna's death.

Sapna... Sapna is Ashraf.

- Who is Ashraf? - Zaheer Bhatkar's wife.

Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life.

You attack me while hiding behind a woman's skirt.

You're not supposed to wear your underwear on your head, Nana.

It leaves your ass unprotected. Anyone can screw it.

- ए, ल***! - ए, नाना!

- Hey! - F**k you!