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How many were there?

Do whatever you want

Everyone has to pay at the end

Be a little scared, son

Or Gabbar will be back

Do whatever you want

Everyone has to pay at the end

Be a little scared, son

Or Gabbar will be back

Gabbar

Gabbar

Gabbar

Gabbar will be happy

This is not a comic or a game

He’s not Spiderman or Superman

He roams through the streets At night for your safety

Gabbar is a better man

Gabbar is like a lion

When a lion walks in the jungle The scavengers run away

The lion hunts only those Who make money the wrong way

Even 50 miles away

When someone takes a bribe

People say Don’t take it, or Gabbar will show up

Evil only begets evil

There’s still time, so improve now

And if you don’t You’ll get a one-way ticket to hell

Don’t make this mistake

Save your head

If you want to sleep at night, then

Be afraid of Gabbar

Do whatever you want

Everyone has to pay at the end

Be a little scared, son

Or Gabbar will be back

Do whatever you want

Everyone has to pay at the end

Be a little scared, son

Or Gabbar will be back

Gabbar

Gabbar

Gabbar

He’ll be proud of you

Gabbar

Gabbar

Gabbar

Do whatever you want

Everyone has to pay at the end

Be a little scared, son

Or Gabbar will be back

Name of a villain Deeds of a hero

How many people were there?

Two, Chief.

Two men...

Pigheads!

For the people of Latur: We bring you

the queen of Dance, Devyani.

The way I mesmerized him!

The way I mesmerized him! That wrestler was stunned

The bomb of youth has exploded!

The bomb of youth Has blown up and the world is shocked

The bomb of youth has exploded!

Get up! Get up!

-Quiet. -Who are you?

Take whatever you want.

-We want your husband. -Take him.

Come on.

Hello. What?

Nanded’s collector has been kidnapped, sir.

What?

Sir, Nashik’s collector has been kidnapped.

Nashik?

No, you said Nanded.

Don’t confuse us.

Sir, Vijay’s calling from Nashik.

Nashik’s collector has been kidnapped.

Sir, news from Latur.

There’s been a kidnapping.

Sir, Sangli, too.

Listen, this is front page news.

Stop the presses! Stop the presses right now!

Maharashtra is in great danger.

Ten collectors go missing overnight.

The police have set up checkpoints across the state

after the collectors’ kidnapping.

Everyone is asking the same question.

Who is behind this?

Only one man can save you from Gabbar’s fury.

Only one man.

Gabbar himself.

Sir, ten collectors go missing

and the Home Ministry hasn’t issued any statement yet.

This incident happened three days ago, sir.

Can you tell me what you all are doing?

Look, we’re investigating the matter.

Soon we’ll know who is behind this.

Sir.

Mr. Minister, the role of the police is being questioned.

What are your comments on that?

I’ve arranged a special task force

and Commissioner Panth is heading the team.

What?

Don’t worry, sir.

We’ll find the collectors.

-I’m on it. -I see.

Jai Hind, sir. We have just received news, sir.

All the collectors have returned to the places where they were kidnapped.

Good news!

-Let’s announce this quickly. -Sir.

There’s a problem.

Only nine of them have returned.

What? Where’s the tenth one?

Go up.

Bribery has become compulsory.

It’s become a necessity to offer a bribe before doing anything.

Every legal department

has made every common man’s life like a newspaper.

It starts with turning the pages on the toilet.

And by nighttime,

it’s lying in some corner like waste.

But it won’t happen any more

Every Friday, one government officer will be relieved.

Either from corruption, or from this world.

And yes...

I am neither legal nor illegal.

I am neither a politician nor a terrorist.

I do the deeds of a hero and have the name of a villain.

I am... Gabbar.

Gabbar.

Everyone’s deeds will be revealed.

You see... Karma does not take bribes.

This CD shouldn’t be leaked for any reason.

Just now a person called Gabbar has sent a CD to our channel.

Let’s hear what’s on the CD.

This is Gabbar’s CD,

which is available in every corner of the country.

Look at the huge crowd that has gathered to buy the CD.

And not just that.

This video has gone viral on all social media sites

and it’s been shared by everyone.

...I’m Gabbar.

Will killing a middle-aged man solve corruption?

No. I think this is right.

Don’t you see? Corruption has turned into a race.

And anyway, if the winner dies in the end,

they will all start running backwards.

How did those collectors take the money?

When and from whom?

How did they use that money?

Where did they invest that money?

He also has a copy of their property documents.

Sir, this Gabbar has done a CBI-level inquiry.

Yes, sir.

No outsider can gather so much information.

Someone is definitely giving him all this information

from the office.

-Who could it be? -Sir, it can be someone--

I get it, sir.

I get it.

Ten kidnappings. Ten officers.

This means a team of ten people.

This isn’t the job of ten people.

Sadhu, you talk more than you’re paid to talk.

Tell me something.

-How many collectors in Maharashtra? -How many?

Three hundred and fifty-four.

-And how many did they abduct? -How many?

-Ten. -Yes, ten. So?

One man is enough to plan everything.

But how many men do you need for a kidnapping?

-One man alone can’t change a tire. -Correct.

You need at least two to three people to abduct someone.

So how many for ten people?

Twenty to thirty?

This is the job of an organization.

They don’t hide in the jungle like renegades.

In fact, they’re operating right here in the city.

-And you’re not doing your job. -My job?

Get some fritters quickly. That fatso is going to explode someday.

And don’t forget the red sauce.

The last time you forgot, and I had to take the blame.

These people will keep pouring sauce on their fritters

and Gabbar will do his work.

Hurry up, Adi’s class is about to begin.

Come on.

Is everyone here?

-Let’s take attendance. -Leave it, sir.

There must be more than you expect.

Who would want to bunk your class?

-Is that certain? -Definitely.

Fine, let it be.

The world is made of five elements

and so is our body.

And similarly, force is made of five elements.

Can anyone tell me what the elements are?

No, sir.

No?

Listen carefully.

It’s tension,

compression,

sheer, bending,

and twisting.

If we translate this into Hindi,

we’ll call it...

khichav, dabav,

tod, mod

and ghumav.

-You didn’t get it? -No, sir.

Let me explain it in practical terms.

Go on. Get lost.

Get lost. The college is closed.

Get lost. Go on.

Get lost. Go on.

Young man, come up front.

Listen carefully.

Without moving your feet... Raise your hand.

Try to push me.

The college is closed.

Get lost.

Teacher, the college is closed today.

Go on, get out.

Go, go.

The college is closed.

Go on, get out. Go on.

Doesn’t this look like two bulls are locking horns?

This is called compression load.

What is it called? Louder?

-Compression load! -Perfect.

So first you learned tension load.

-and now compression load-- -Enough of your antics.

Go back.

Go home.

Go on.

Come with us. Go on.

The college won’t shut down. Who are you?

Someone called Gabbar has killed the collector.

This isn’t Law & Order.

The home minister has to resign.

-Until then-- -The exam schedules are already out.

This college won’t shut down.

So, the college won’t shut down?

Break everything.

Now it will shut down.

We won’t tolerate this hooliganism.

You want to see hooliganism--

This is the third force.

Listen carefully.

When you press something from both sides

and put pressure on its tension point.

Break it!

-Should I break it? -Break it!

Fine, now watch the breaking force.

Break it!

Who are you? You’re done for.

This is bending.

Now I’ll teach you about twisting force.

Aditya! What are you doing?

I was just giving my class, sir.

Stop it! Let him go!

As you all saw, physics is useful in everything.

Tension, compression, sheer, bending.

and the last one, I’m sorry I couldn’t show you.

Twisting.

And listen all of you.

Even the police isn’t allowed in this campus.

And you are all goons.

So don’t even think about it next time. Understand?

What did he say?

Even the police isn’t allowed inside college gate

So how did the goons get in?

The college gate is the problem, right?

What if the gate isn’t there anymore?

Break down the gate.

None of you ever went to school.

That’s why you want to break down the college gate.

Come on, guys. It’s time for roll call.

Come on.

How old are you?

How old are you?

What’s your age? I know yours.

No, sir. Sir, he told me to do it.

I will never go near any college again.

Good boy. You’ve learned enough.

Class dismissed!

Hey, stop!

Stop!

-Ma’am, are you crazy? -Shut up.

I need your car. Just wait.

-Come on, hurry up. -Don’t worry.

Careful. Slowly.

Madhu, don’t worry.

What are you waiting for? Open the door.

Come on.

It’s OK. Come on.

Madhu, sit comfortably.

-Get to the hospital, OK? -Yes.

Have you never seen a pregnant woman before?

Let’s go quickly.

Come on. Keep breathing. It’s all OK.

Come on, fast.

Take the next left.

Keep breathing. Right, take a right.

Just a little longer. Hold on.

Take the next left.

Look straight ahead. What are you staring at?

We came home from a party

and her labor pains started.

No one’s up for doing good deeds these days.

No one bothered to stop their car.

Thank God you came by.

Keep breathing, Madhu. Keep breathing.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop the car!

I think her water just broke.

I will have to deliver the baby right here.

-Are you a doctor? -No, I’m a lawyer.

But I’ve done research on Google.

Get out of the car, please.

-Are you sure? -Do I look like I’m joking?

Get out of the car. Get out.

OK, now. Ready?

Come on. Keep breathing...

Come on.

Hello.

Yes, Ravi.

OK. Ready.

Now push.

Did you prepare the list for Nagpur and Pune?

OK. Keep it ready.

Excuse me, mister. I need your shirt.

What?

Take off your shirt, quickly.

Give it to me.

Excuse me, mister. Come here.

What’s wrong with you?

Come on. We need to get to the hospital.

Come here.

Baby.

Doctor, I cut the umbilical cord with a Swiss army knife. Is that OK?

-It’s OK. -OK.

-Don’t worry. You go. -I hope she’s OK, doctor.

-Hurry up and take her in. -OK.

-Shruti, how is Madhu? -Don’t ask.

I had to deliver the baby on the way.

I wasn’t this tense even for my bar exams.

Anyway, everything is OK now.

Oh God, bless that man.

-I forgot all about him. Excuse me... -Shruti.

Excuse me. Hello!

I wonder who he was.

Like they say: "This is how angels come."

He really was an angel.

He’s a devil.

The other nine collectors have gone blank

as if someone erased their memory chip.

They were locked in a dark room for three days.

And suddenly they were released.

Now nobody’s uttering a single word.

Sir, they are officers.

We can’t be strict with them.

I don’t want to hear this or that.

If someone’s got an idea, then speak now.

Sir. Sir.

Why are you raising your hand?

You were asking if anyone has an idea.

-Who are you? -Constable Sadhuram.

I’m Yadav, his driver.

I brought his medicine. Digestion.

So why did you raise your hand?

-Sir, I have an idea-- -I’ve got Airtel.

Come here.

Come here.

Bravo.

You brought my medicine, didn’t you?

Now get us some fritters.

-Yes. -Run along.

-Sir, in every office-- -Hey, Sadhu.

You’re a driver, aren’t you? So act like one.

Drive the car. Don’t rack your brain.

-Sir, I was just-- -Hey, do you think you’re James Bond?

Did you ever take a look at yourself in the mirror?

Get out. Go on.

Get lost.

-Sir, if you just listen to me-- -Have you gone deaf?

Get out.

Didn’t you hear? Get out.

Sir.

Hey fool, don’t forget the red sauce.

My driver’s become James Bond.

Sadhu! Sadhu!

Hey, Sadhu!

Why do you lock horns with these officers?

Officers? My foot.

Can they do 100 meters in 15 seconds? No.

One hundred percent on UPSC, CFPF.

Can they do it? No.

One hundred percent of everything.

One hundred ideas to give it my best shot, but...

Bribes win against talent, so I lost.

Do you get angry in English?

I’m not angry.

Law runs through my blood.

All my ancestors were in the police force.

I was selected for sub-inspector, but...

since I couldn’t pay the bribe, I became a constable.

But by solving this case,

I will earn my inspector’s cap.

How will you solve this case?

It’s easy to spot the anomaly in a crowd.

Meaning?

I mean one can easily spot the honest one among the corrupt ones.

I will go to every office and find that one man.

You’re a driver. Why would they send you?

I’ll take medical leave.

Medical leave?

One small lie is OK for exposing a big truth.

Gabbar.

I’ll get him behind bars.

Shruti, what have you done?

You put a dent in the boss’ new car.

What? Why are you shouting?

He won’t forgive us. We’ll all lose our jobs.

I didn’t do anything. Why are you shouting?

What happened, driver?

Sir, Shruti slammed into your parked car.

I was drinking tea. I saw it with my own eyes.

-No, sir. -Why don’t you learn to drive first?

Look at this dent.

You put a dent in my car. Now you will have to pay.

Sir, I didn’t put a dent in your car so why should I pay?

My driver saw you with his own eyes.

Eyes can be deceived too, sir. I can prove that I didn’t do it.

-Give me two minutes, sir. -Fine. I’ll give you two minutes.

You saw me put a dent in this car?

-Of course, you did it. -Not at all.

You took the car out and got this dent somewhere else

and now you’re blaming me.

Sir, three days ago he wanted to borrow 500 rupees from me

to which I clearly refused.

Didn’t you?

-Sir, I-- -Sir, according to Google,

80% of men think women don’t know how to drive.

That’s why his testimony cannot be accepted.

because he’s biased against women drivers.

Sir, I’m innocent.

I’m absolutely innocent.

-Sir, I know who put a dent on your car. -Who?

-She did. -Her?

-Yes. -When did you see me do it?

When you were driving your scooter at 45 km/h.

You lost your balance.

You tried to brake, but it was too late.

You slammed your scooter into his car.

You’re lying. What proof do you have?

Proof?

-Yes. -You want proof?

-Yes. -Sir, I have a suggestion.

Let’s go take a look at her scooter.

It must still have paint from your car. Come on, sir.

-No, no need. -Come on. Come on.

Sir, why are you listening to him?

-Come on. -He’s just a stranger. Listen to me.

You see, sir? Didn’t I tell you?

I have nothing to do with this girl.

I don’t even know her.

Nor did I borrow any money from her.

I have no agenda, sir.

-Two thousand five hundred. -Sir, that’s more than my salary.

All I have is 50 rupees. Sir--

The rest will be deducted from your salary.

-Sir-- -Driver, let’s go.

Get lost!

Why did you have to intervene?

Do you know what that driver’s salary is?

-It’s half of what you get paid. -Oh, you’re one of those.

Yes, I’m one of those.

Hey, listen.

Remember the baby we delivered in the car?

His naming ceremony is on Friday.

You must come.

We delivered a baby?

The one in the car.

-We had a baby in the car? -Shut up.

By the way, I’m Shruti.

Gabbar.

I’m back!

Our system... has become like a baby’s diaper.

Wet in some places

and loose in other places.

There’s only one thing we do honestly.

And that’s corruption.

Releasing this Friday, PWD.

It’s actually the Public Works Department.

But because of some people,

It has become the most troubling department for people.

But now Gabbar will wield his PWD.

Power-Wala Danda.

Power in the wrong hands can cause a blackout.

Second September.

Remember this date.

Because on this day...

one chair in the PWD will be vacated forever.

Get lost, you dog.

Don’t let me see you here again.

It’s OK if you don’t want money,

but don’t insult me.

-This is wrong. -What’s wrong, mister?

He’s not ready to take a bribe.

How will this country be run?

Corruption has retired from this office.

Why is that?

If one man has a heart attack,

everyone in the neighborhood starts jogging.

Similarly, since one collector was murdered

all the others mended their ways.

Go.

Was everyone here corrupt before that?

Yes, all of them.

Except for a handful.

Who?

Well... like that Anuj More.

Anuj More? Who else?

Everyone? You too?

Yes, Laxmi.

Sadhu, where are you?

I’m in Sangli.

Gabbar has sent another CD.

Second September.

Remember this date.

Because on this day

one chair in PWD will be vacated forever.

And all you corrupt people:

If your heart starts feeling weak,

you will know that Gabbar is nearby.

What is his motive? Who is Gabbar?

I’m Gabbar.

This is the film we should be making, Mr. Producer.

Can we get the rights?

The police couldn’t find him, so how can you?

-How will you join his group? -Tell me.

Everyone has to pay in the end

Be a little scared, son

Or Gabbar will be back

Do whatever you want...

What’s wrong, sir? You look worried.

Don’t ask.

Who knows which office Gabbar is going to target next.

It’s making me sick.

That’s true, sir.

If they make a list of our department,

your name will be on the top.

Isn’t it?

You had to rub it in, didn’t you?

I’ve no clue if my blood pressure is getting high or low.

And you’re pouring salt in my wounds.

And that Ramesh Pawar, he’s corrupt too.

Sir, he’s got 8.1 billion.

But that’s still 100 million less than what you have.

-Hey, ten again. -Yes. So?

Well, Gabbar kidnaps ten people.

Your lucky number is ten.

Shut your mouth!

What about Raj Naik?

Since the day Gabbar killed that collector,

everyone has stopped taking bribes.

May Lord Sai Baba protect me.

Hello, sir.

Sir, did you sign my file or not?

We already gave you 15 million in advance.

And here’s the rest of the 15 million.

Thank God you’re here.

You gave me 15 million, right?

Hold on.

Here’s your 15 million.

Take it back.

-And come with me. -But--

-Come on. Come. -But listen to me.

Come on.

Listen, everyone.

Please listen.

It’s a question of my life and death, please.

Look. Someone from this department

has been telling Gabbar that I take bribes.

And that’s why I have decided

that I will no longer take bribes.

I took 15 million from this contractor

to get his job done.

And I’m returning his money to him.

Here you go.

-No, it’s OK. -Take it, mister.

Do you want to get me killed? Take it.

I’ll sign your file if it’s correct.

I will return everyone’s money in cash.

And for those who sent me money from the outside,

I’ll return their money by money order.

Sir, we have only 24 hours.

There are more than 2000 PWD officers in the state.

We cannot provide protection to everyone, sir.

But we can protect corrupt officers.

Correct!

Great idea, sir.

Gabbar will go after them.

Find out who the most corrupt PWD officers are.

Sir, no officer will ever claim that he’s corrupt.

Correct.

Which fool will admit that he’s a thief?

Honestly, sir, I’m the most corrupt officer.

I need police protection.

Look, this is a list of my corruption.

I’ve already completed a half century.

Fifty million.

Sir, please save me.

My name is on the top of Gabbar’s list.

Why? Did Gabbar fax you his list?

Sir, please.

-Please. -What?

Sir, give me your account number.

I’ll give you half of whatever I have.

But put my name on the top-ten corruption list, please.

And you want my name to be on Gabbar’s list, instead of yours.

Do you think I’m crazy? Get in the line.

Sir! Sir!

Sir, while we were busy giving protection to PWD,

Gabbar kidnapped the district collector.

This was all a distraction, sir.

Shit.

Alert all the police stations.

Find out where he’s keeping the district collector, OK?

Sir, what about them?

Collect all their files and send them to the ACP.

No exceptions.

Pawar! Close the gates. No exceptions.

This is wrong, Thakur.

When he said he would abduct someone from PWD,

he should have stuck to his word.

He cheated us.

It’s not cheating, Yadav.

He tightened the noose around all of them.

And he’s Gabbar, not Gandhi.

Do you know who I am?

Gayanand Sawant.

Vaibhav Munde.

Parshuram Wadekar, Pramod Naiyyar.

Do you know who they were?

These four are from the 877 farmers

who committed suicide last year.

Because the river water which was meant for them

was diverted to the sugar factory, the private sector,

and the minister’s farmhouse...

And their fields remained dry.

And in return...

you received 180 million!

I did exactly as the minister asked me to do.

The minister was the one who paid me.

Why should I care about the minister?

Most of the politicians in this country are illiterate.

They are criminals.

But you’re a collector.

You were educated.

You swore to serve the people.

What were you doing?

You very well know

you could have saved all those farmers’ lives.

But what did you do?

You took a bribe from the minister.

Now you have to take what I’m giving you.

Listen to me, please. Please.

Please, don’t do this.

Give me one chance.

I swear I won’t take a bribe again.

Sir, please...

I’m sorry, sir.

The new password for making mistakes.

If sorry could fix everything,

then there would be no courts or police stations.

I hate sorry.

Why was a government officer hanged publicly?

The hanging has created a lot of stir

in the state of Maharashtra.

The police haven’t found any clue yet.

There’s terror in the city.

Government officers are clearly fearful.

There’s a stir among government officers.

You were on the way, when we first met.

We made a big contribution to your birth.

Yes.

Yes, baby.

This is a small token from me for the little boy.

How cool, Adi.

Do you like it?

-May I? -Of course.

OK...

There you go.

OK.

Please come here, Madhu.

It was a gift in return for mine!

Oh, my baby.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your shirt.

Every time we meet, why do you make me take off my shirt?

Take it off.

Are you a murderer?

-What? -You must do something similar.

I don’t understand.

This scar.

It was an accident.

Of course it was an accident, stupid.

That day when you were holding the baby you had tears in your eyes.

You’re so sensitive,

how could you ever kill anyone?

Our eyes

Are meeting while sipping coffee

Our eyes

Are swaying with the breeze of love

Whatever is happening right now It feels great

It’s the intoxication of first love

Of first love

It’s a new experience

My eyes convey

Come dwell in my sights

Even if you have to steal my slumber away

Hey O...

Hey O... I’m in love

It’s the intoxication of first love

Hey O...

Hey O... I’m in love

It’s the intoxication of first love

My breath is suddenly rising

The eyes are expressing

That’s right

My breath is suddenly rising

The eyes are expressing

Your interest in me is growing

Whatever is happening right now It feels great

It’s the intoxication of first love

Of first love

It’s a new experience

My eyes convey

Come dwell in my sights

Even if you have to steal my slumber away

Hey O...

Hey O... I’m in love

It’s the intoxication of first love

It’s the intoxication of first love

Our eyes

Are meeting while sipping coffee

Our eyes

Are swaying with the breeze of love

Do you know why you can’t walk straight after drinking?

-Why? -Because the feet say...

You picked up the drink with your hand,

gulped it down your throat, and gave a hangover to your brain.

But you never asked us. We won’t walk.

You’re crazy.

Absolutely crazy.

You know, you don’t just treat me to good liquor.

You’re also a nice guy.

We at the bottom always know

how to grease someone’s palm, right?

Yes.

When the collector died,

all the police officers came to our office.

-I was there. -I know.

-But no one asked me anything. -Nothing.

Nonsense.

Pappu, this is a list of your office staff.

Now tell me who scrapes off the most icing.

-Like Vijay Mathur, Rakesh Kamble-- -This...

-Vijay Mathur. -Vijay Mathur.

He recently bought a big car.

-This big. -I see.

Yes.

He gave away 150 kilos of gold at his daughter’s marriage.

One hundred and fifty.

This one, this one, this one, this one. All of them.

They are all corrupt. No.

-This number 16, Wasim-- -Wasim Sheikh.

Wasim Sheikh.

-Honest. -Really.

But...

This Wasim Sheikh, he’s a great guy.

But you know, he’ll starve to death.

-Starve to death. -Yeah, take it from me.

He’ll starve to death someday.

Wasim Sheikh.

Wasim Sheikh, an honest officer.

Nashik.

Varsha Raje.

Anuj More.

Gobind Gawde.

How did they form a team?

Did you know that a man’s brain

is ten percent bigger than a woman’s brain.

Really? Excuse me.

Hey, hello. Wait.

But according to Google, the female brain works faster.

You and your Google.

You know, there should be

a Google temple right beside Babulnath temple.

-Hail Google-nath! Hail Google-nath! -Shut up.

According to Google, 12 percent of road accidents

occur because people use their mobile phone--

So many tests for a minor injury.

Is it really necessary?

Get these tests done.

Otherwise you’re going to blame us.

No, ma’am, nobody is going to blame you.

All I wanted to say was

I was right there when the accident happened.

It was not a major accident.

Then why did you come here?

You could have bandaged that at home.

This is the problem with educated people today.

They think they’re doctors.

Doctor, they’re insisting on a normal delivery.

You’ve been working here for so many years,

but you still don’t know how to talk to patients.

Tell them, a C-section is absolutely safe.

It’s safe.

But doctor, they’re willing to wait

until it’s not a normal delivery.

But, if it’s a normal delivery, how will the hospital make money?

And how will we pay your salary?

Normal delivery is not possible.

You must go for a C-section.

If they wait, we will not be responsible.

Tell them some big medical terms.

Ma’am, you still have to pay 70,000 rupees.

-But I paid 70,000 yesterday. -Thank you.

Hema Mathur 601.

Give that to uncle.

Let’s go see mom, OK?

Vivek, sir.

Six, zero, one.

-Did he pay the bill? -Yes, sir.

Give him the receipt.

You can claim your wife’s body by showing this receipt.

OK?

Body? Why are you saying that?

Your wife passed away last night.

Passed away?

When?

I was right here last night with my child.

Why didn’t you tell me?

She could have at least seen her mother one last time.

In the morning you sent me to get money.

And when I returned, you made me stand in line to pay.

You didn’t even tell me she was dead.

Look, my job is to keep an account of the money.

Not the patient.

And anyway, we disclose this information

after the bills is settled.

Otherwise, people like you would leave without paying the bill.

What?

She was dead last night.

And they didn’t tell me she was dead.

For the past week

I paid you every penny you asked for.

Here.

Take some more.

Take all of it.

Can you let my child see her mother one last time?

Look, mister, this is a hospital. Please don’t create a nuisance.

Shut up!

Those are the rules here.

If you’ve got a problem,

then you can go to the government hospital next door.

Twelve thousand rupees. I could have used this for shopping.

I could have done many other things.

Go ahead. I’ll join you later.

-Where are you going? -There’s something I need to do.

Take her to Versova. Go on.

Balram Nagpal.

You’re his wife, aren’t you?

Sign here.

Sign here, Auntie.

Only then will you get his death certificate.

Here.

Fine. Give it to me.

Turn this in at the crematorium.

Come on.

He gambled away everything we had.

How will I raise these two now?

Oh Lord!

Oh Lord!

Oh Lord!

The Lord doesn’t do everything Himself.

He leaves some things for devils like us.

Doctor.

Doctor. Please save him.

He fell from the third floor and he hasn’t spoken since then.

Please save him at any cost.

Nurse, take him to the emergency ward.

First pay the admissions fee. Quickly.

Don’t worry about the money.

I’ll pay everything. Just save him at any cost.

Don’t worry. Relax.

-Did your husband have insurance? -No.

Come, let’s get one now.

He’s dead.

He’s already dead, doctor.

But they don’t know this.

He’s alive as long as they have money in their pockets.

Here’s the bill.

-What is the patient’s name? -Balram Nagpal.

Start treatment. Begin.

His condition is very serious.

Get these medicines and injections from the pharmacy immediately.

-Quick, quick, quick. -Where’s the pharmacy?

On the right.

Nurse, get me an oxygen cylinder. Right now.

Seven thousand three hundred.

-Write the patient’s name on the bill. -Yes.

-Balram Nagpal. -OK.

What took you so long?

Don’t you know it’s an emergency?

I didn’t know my brother was in such a serious condition.

Can I see him?

Please do not disturb the doctor, OK?

Go and sit there.

Here’s another batch.

Go give it back to the chemist.

Hey, take this. Keep good records.

You’re always a stickler when it comes to commissions.

I never lie, dear.

Excuse me.

-Please come. -Yes.

Look, his condition is getting worse.

It’s a hemorrhage.

I think we need to call a neurosurgeon.

You can call God if you want, just make him better.

-Are you sure? -Sure.

His fee is 200,000.

-It’s OK, I’ll arrange for it. -OK.

Nurse, call Dr. Verma.

OK.

Make the bill out to the patient, Balram Nagpal.

Yes.

Doctor--

The specialist is here.

We’ll save him.

Yes.

What kind of people are they?

They don’t even spare the dead.

Just wait and watch what they do next.

You guys will get me in trouble someday.

This body is starting to decompose.

We can’t keep up this act for too long.

Sir, when he’s willing to pay

we’ll milk him all we can, and take our share.

Let’s start with the charade before it’s too late.

This act will end soon.

Do you know how to shoot a video with a phone?

Yes.

The doctor will come out any minute.

Focus only on him.

He’ll come out with a long face.

He’ll say: "I’m sorry, the patient is no more."

"I wish you had informed me earlier."

-Excuse me. -Doctor.

I’m sorry, the patient is no more.

I wish you had informed me earlier.

Doctor, please try again.

Try to understand. He’s dead.

Sir, you’re a specialist.

Please try once.

What are you saying?

How can he treat him?

He’s dead.

-Why? Can’t the dead be treated? -What?

Obviously.

How can anyone treat the dead?

Why not? This is Patil Hospital.

-The dead can be treated here. -Are you crazy?

-Who can treat the dead? -Why not?

Am I crazy? Look. Read this.

What’s written on it? Read it.

Municipal Hospital?

Dr. Deshmukh certified death at 11:25 a.m.

Patient’s name, Balram Nagpal.

When the patient was already dead,

what were you all doing in there since six hours?

This isn’t just the patient’s death certificate.

It is the hospital’s death certificate.

If you people can be experts at conning patients.

Can’t I get a photocopy?

How many do you want?

What happened? Can’t breathe?

Should I call a specialist?

This is your bill.

Please pay 300,000 at the counter

and collect the body.

This body won’t go anywhere

until you write a check for 500 million rupees...

to Shanti Nagpal.

What?

Your game is up.

Call your boss.

Come on. Call your boss.

Come on. Get out.

Out!

Out!

Good shot.

Buy him out!

How much is he asking for?

He’s a little cynical, sir.

No one knows him.

All he keeps saying is

I want to see your MD.

I’ll talk to him about the money.

Hello.

Dad, there’s... a small problem.

You expect me to fly back from Dubai to solve your small problem?

When will you ever grow up?

It’s your problem. You deal with it.

Call him.

So you want 500 million rupees in exchange for all the evidence.

A check for 500 million, made out to Shanti Nagpal.

Wife of late Balram Nagpal.

And 4,600,475 which I spent, in cash!

Breaking bones isn’t as much fun

as it would be to break your pride...

Better pay up quietly...

otherwise I’ll get this place sealed up.

Sir, this is a check for 500 million

and the rest in cash.

Here.

Your husband’s insurance check.

I know this cannot buy life.

But it can make life a little easier.

Take it.

Thank you.

What my husband couldn’t do when he was alive

his death did...

You are doctors.

It’s your duty to serve people, not con them.

Shame on you all.

I’m sorry.

I just hate sorry.

Shut it down! Shut down Patil Hospital!

Shut it down! Shut down Patil Hospital!

Sir, that guy double-crossed us.

He took money from us

and also gave the evidence to the media.

Move away. You idiots.

How the hell can they get on my property?

I won’t spare them.

Sir. Sir.

Get off my property.

Move.

Just back off!

Let’s go home, boss.

Boss, the body... I mean Vikas has been brought home.

Let’s go home.

-Please. -Shut up.

You know who I am.

Patil.

Digvijay Patil.

I am a brand!

I’m a bloody brand!

First he killed my son

and also challenged my reputation.

I want him.

I will kill him

and then cremate my son’s body.

Sir, many have seen his face.

But no one knows anything about him.

So he just came and left after ruining everything.

And you don’t know anything.

And that woman, the one he gave 500 million.

She doesn’t know him either.

She was saying that

he met her at the municipal hospital.

Sir, he must be on the hospital’s closed-circuit TV camera.

What’s the connection between them?

-Relatives-- -What, sir?

You see, whenever I need some expert advice...

I talk to myself.

-What’s up, guys? -How are you all?

Good! Good! Good!

Are you all going to the college reunion?

-Yes. -We’re meeting after three years.

-Everyone is busy with their jobs. -Wait.

We hardly see each other.

Yes.

Anuj More, Wasim Sheikh.

No one’s going to miss the college reunion.

College connection.

There are 48 cameras within 16 blocks of the hospital.

I’m checking the tapes of all the blocks.

Hurry up.

If my superiors find out

I’ve been looking through the personal files of government officers,

then I’ll definitely lose my job.

But I’ll get promoted.

Thank you.

Check where they all went to school.

Arjun More, Sanghli.

Wasim Sheikh, Nashik.

Varsha Raje, Latur.

Milind Sangvi, Dhule.

Sir, he paid 4,600,000 at the cash counter.

What time?

At around 11:30 a.m.

So why are you showing us all this?

-Quickly, play the tape from 11 a.m. -Yes, sir.

Find out the connection between them.

Anuj More, AV college.

Wasim Sheikh, MG college.

Varsha Raje, Garge college.

Milind Sangvi, Hindu college.

They’re all from different fields.

What could be the connection among them?

This is their graduate level.

Search where they did their undergraduate studies.

You’ll get me into trouble.

Forget the job. Come on.

Fast forward.

Yes.

That’s the man, sir.

Rewind!

National College.

National College.

National College.

National College.

They all did their undergraduate studies at National College.

All these honest people

have branched out from this tree...

And the root of this tree... that Gabbar...

is from National College.

Zoom.

Zoom in.

Stop!

This isn’t possible.

I killed this man five years ago with my own hands.

Hey Sadhu, dude.

-Welcome back. -So...

You know, since the day you left

I had to fulfill that fritter and red sauce duty.

You don’t know.

He’ll soon apprehend Gabbar. He’s got a solid lead.

Congratulations.

If I get another week’s leave,

I’ll bring Gabbar back on this scooter.

Look, I’ve thought of a great plan to catch Gabbar.

There’s a honest officer in every office

who gives information to Gabbar.

Right?

What?

Look, the assistant is the smartest one at work.

We’re already almost there

and they‘re still stuck here.

They won’t be able to figure it out even at the end.

And in between all the areas--

Welcome, Sadhu.

Your presence has sanctified our police station.

Long time, no see. How are you?

Sir, I was on leave for a few days.

Did you go to the mountains?

If you have finished meditating,

can we get some work done around here?

Sir, I need another five days of leave.

Thakur, Gabbar has been screwing our department

and Sadhu needs another leave.

Are you in command of your senses?

-Sir, I need leave to catch Gabbar. -Shut up!

Have you lost your mind?

You’re still playing James Bond.

You mean you did what we all couldn’t do.

You caught Gabbar.

I haven’t yet, sir. But I’m very close.

Hey, wise guy.

You like playing catch, don’t you?

My wife’s dog has been missing for three days.

Go catch the dog and bring him back.

Believe me, sir. I’m very close.

You’re testing our patience.

I’ll transfer you to a place

where you won’t survive a single day.

-Out! -Last time, sir.

Out means get out!

Yes, Yadav--

-And Sadhu-- -I know, sir.

Fritters and red sauce.

Smart boy!

You will definitely win today’s fancy dress competition.

It’s a Maharashtrian wedding.

Veena and Mark, inter-caste marriage.

Did you know that according to Google,

16% of the marriages in India are inter-caste?

You’re absolutely right.

Your marriage with Google was inter-caste as well.

OK.

Boss, there are eight million voters in Mumbai.

But Aditya’s photo doesn’t match anyone.

I don’t care.

I want him.

Even my mom and dad had an inter-caste marriage.

And their product is me, Shruti.

And did you know that--

Sorry.

Taxi.

What beautiful decorations, right?

Yes. Just like when we got married.

Here, 300 rupees.

If I’m late today, Veena’s going to kill me.

Listen, ma’am. Take your change.

Wow! Since when do Mumbai’s taxi drivers give change?

Ever since we don’t have any extra expenses.

No RTO guy imposes a penalty.

Nor does any constable ask for a bribe.

We don’t have to pay for renewing our permit either.

Corruption is dead, thanks to Gabbar.

No corruption means

our hard-earned money is enough.

Keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

This is phenomenal.

I think I’m in love with this Gabbar.

-Gabbar is a criminal. -Shut up.

-Sorry. Sorry. -Hi!

Keep dwelling in me

Make your presence felt in every breath

From dusk to dawn you’re only for me

Without you I have nothing

We’re separate but our soul’s one

Don’t ever leave me and go away

Our story

Is like the drops of rain

Let our story pour down like love

Our story

Our story

Is like the drops of rain

Let our story pour down like love

Our story

Long live

Look at the blessings

Conferred on us

We’ve found refuge in each other

We have all the necessities to live

May everything stay the way it is

From dusk to dawn you’re only for me

Without you I have nothing

We’re separate but our souls are one

Don’t ever leave me and go away.

Our story

Is like the drops of rain

Let our story pour down like love

Our story

Keep dwelling in me

Make your presence felt in every breath

The only thing

That happened between us

Was love

Love and only love

We’re so close

There’s nothing missing

May we live together as long as we live

From dusk to dawn you’re only for me

Without you I have nothing

We’re separate but our soul is one

Don’t ever leave me and go away

Our story

Is like the drops of rain

Let our story pour down like love.

Our story

Someone please save me.

Do something quickly.

Adi.

Adi.

When old liquor and old memories get into your head,

a man can lose control.

But who is this guy who’s getting so out of control?

What issue does he have with you?

Even if the fire’s extinguished,

there’s a spark left somewhere,

which can burst into flames anytime.

Remember our Andheri Building case?

Which one? The one that collapsed five years ago?

Yes, that one.

His family was among the people who died.

Some people get too serious about their family.

Sir, 212 people died

because of your building that collapsed in Andheri.

And more than 100 people are in the hospital.

And sir, there was a creek at first.

On your advice, the corporation filled up the creek

and also registered the land.

After conducting the soil test,

we knew that a building that high wouldn’t stand there for too long.

But on your advice, we declared it as dry soil.

Did you call me here to tell me this?

But sir, someone has to take responsibility

for the inquiry that has been ordered.

We bribed everyone to keep quiet.

But I wonder where this man got all the evidence?

Who is that man? Call him.

Sir, he’s a little cynical.

His wife was crushed under the debris of the building.

Sir, his wife was pregnant too.

Sir, I’ll take care of all the legal formalities--

-What’s his name? -Aditya.

So, Aditya.

I heard you’ve been wielding that file as a weapon against me.

Is that right?

Hey, Collector. How much did you get for giving the approval?

-Sir. -Say it.

This is not a sting operation.

Sir, 18 million.

See, nine is his lucky number.

And he takes money only on Tuesday.

How much did you take for the registration?

Eight million.

How much did I pay for that soil test?

Sir, 3.5 million.

Do you think they will lay a finger on me?

Look, this inquiry isn’t going to help you in any way.

At our level, we only hear requests from the common man.

Not their voices.

What’s done is done.

There’s nothing we can do about it.

Fine, I apologize.

Forgive us.

Collector, say you’re sorry.

Sorry.

Not like that.

Hold your ears and say it properly.

-Sorry, sir. -That’s better.

We’re saying sorry and you’re still staring at us.

They all work for me, understand?

You can never harm me.

Digvijay Patil.

This isn’t just a name, it’s a brand.

A brand!

Let’s do one thing.

I’ll give you two chances.

You can call anyone in Maharashtra you like.

Go ahead and complain.

Do it.

Do it.

Don’t be scared.

Do you have a phone, or should I give you mine?

-Hello. -Hello.

-Is this Commissioner’s office? -Yes.

-Can I talk to the Commissioner? -Yes.

-One second please. -Is the Commissioner on the line?

Sir, the building that collapsed in Andheri

killing 200 people, was Digvijay Patil’s fault.

Wrong number!

Make the second call. Do it.

Home Secretary.

-Hello. Yes. -Hello, Mr. Pankaj Tiwari.

Sir, the building collapse in Mumbai

was Digvijay Patil’s fault.

I have all the evidence and files--

This isn’t a public number.

Everyone calls me.

Change my number now.

All the lines are busy.

Please check the number you’ve dialed.

This number does not exist.

That’s normal.

I bribed everyone.

Don’t worry. I’ll pay you, too.

Look, the government is giving

two and one-half million to the families of everyone who died in the incident.

You’ll get two and one-half million too.

But actually you should be getting five million.

The collector told me everything about your wife.

So that is two and half for the kid too, right?

Forget the government.

I’ll give you ten million.

Happy?

Take the money.

Get married again. Get a new wife.

You’re still young.

So you can have kids again.

Start a new life.

Have fun.

There’s no point in doing all this.

Take your money.

Open the door.

I beg you. Spare my life.

Sorry! Sorry!

Spare my life.

I beg you. Please.

I like those who don’t like me.

Such people have courage.

-Ballu. -Yes.

Look up everyone named Aditya who was ever born in India.

Yes. OK.

Breaking News!

BMC attacked by Gabbar!

-Corrupt BMC officer hung to death. -Income tax targeted by Gabbar.

Hanging of IT officer creates havoc.

Police to pay Gabbar’s tax.

Everyone’s asking one question.

Who is Gabbar? Hero or Villain?

This is Vijay Sabnis.

There’s a lot of property in his name.

Ten properties in his father’s name. Five properties in his uncle’s name.

And 15 in Tipsy’s name.

-Who’s Tipsy? His wife? -Tipsy is his seven-year-old dog.

I’m sure she eats gold biscuits, sir.

What has the world come to, sir?

People are doing illegal things

in the name of the most loyal animal.

-Anil. -Yes, sir.

Move his name up from number six to number three.

Yes, sir.

Sir, he’s got a bungalow near Pune worth 80 million.

In Tipsy’s name.

-Move him up to number two. -Yes, sir.

Sir.

Sir. Just got the news, sir.

A CBI officer has been ordered by the Centre to apprehend Gabbar.

Kuldeep Pawa.

Very powerful.

Gabbar!

Question mark!

Who is this Gabbar?

He kidnapped a collector in broad daylight.

He killed him and hung him!

And then what?

A district collector! BMC officer!

An income tax officer!

So many government officers

were killed in broad daylight.

Months passed by, and--

I don’t have any reason to understand this.

Sir!

Sir, we tried hard.

Gabbar is very smart.

-His network-- -What’s your name?

-Sir? -Your name.

-Vishwas Sawant. -Mr. Sawant, can you hear yourself?

I mean, can you really hear yourself?

Because for me, it sounds like a common man’s blabbering,

not a policeman’s statement.

Sorry, sir.

You get promotion and medals only by working hard,

not by saying sorry.

Sir, I need every single piece of information about this guy.

Every single detail we have.

I need every bit of data we have

from peons to officers.

-Right now. -Sir.

That’s it.

What?

I’m back! Missed me?

When 100 people get together and ruin your life,

it’s called marriage.

But when ten million people get together and ruin a country,

that’s a corrupt government.

-Absolutely right. -All the poor get is rebukes and stones.

Right, my friend.

The paper money has only Gandhi’s face, not his stick.

That’s why some people are spoiled.

The list of those spoiled kids is ready.

Let’s see whose stars fall this Friday.

Now, sir.

How do we find a clue from a CD?

He openly threatened us.

How do we arrest a voice, sir?

We don’t have a big enough police force

compared to the corrupt people in this city.

And we don’t know which department

he will target this time.

Sir, Gabbar’s CD has terrorized the entire state.

What are the police doing about it?

I want to assure everyone through you

that the safety of the entire state is our responsibility.

So don’t worry. Next.

Gabbar has struck many times.

But the police haven’t done anything.

Look, no one has to panic or be scared.

He’ll take his glasses off and put them back on.

They’re reacting when it’s time for action.

And especially from a criminal who hides in the shadows.

He doesn’t have the courage to show himself!

So relax, OK?

We have everything under control.

-One question, please. -Listen, sir.

I want to assure you that

the police know how to do their duty.

And we are doing it.

-Yes. -Our department, sir.

We just received news that Gabbar has abducted

-Pune’s ACP Shushil Shinde. -What?

Bring him back to the police station immediately.

Many Gabbars came and went.

-Sir. -What?

-Sir, Gabbar is abducting police officers. -What?

Sir, we’ve received orders to bring you back

to the police station immediately for your own safety.

Sir, who will protect you now?

Please come, sir.

Everyone is asked to help the police,

so that we can help you in return.

Please pay attention.

Hey, why isn’t this working?

You’re on the top-ten list.

Sir, Vasai’s ACP More has been kidnapped too.

-Shit. -Sir, Nagpur’s Tawde has been kidnapped.

That means... seven wickets are down.

Are we playing cricket here?

-Sir. -He’s pitching and we’re batting.

Idiot!

Sir, three people are still left.

We’re in a race against him.

Who’s the most corrupt police officer?

I know everybody knows.

Tell me so I can save him.

Say it!

-Gawre, sir. -Who?

Chandrakant Gawre.

Yes, it will be done.

-Tell Jadhav I’m calling. -Yes, sir.

-Go on. -Chandrakant Gawre, come in.

-Hey, you. -Yes, sir.

-See that guy selling betel leaves? -Yes.

-Tell him to give me mine. -Yes.

-Come in. Chandrakant Gawre here. -Listen, Chandrakant Gawre.

You could be Gabbar’s next target. Be alert.

I’m Chandrakant Gawre, sir!

Death will have to come down in person to kill me.

Chandrakant, be alert.

I’m getting backup for you.

Stay alert.

Do you copy, Chandrakant?

Don’t worry.

-Copy! Copy! -All stations! Alert!

I repeat. All stations! Alert.

Don’t waste my time. Just get here. Come on.

What’s wrong?

Get lost, come on.

-Sir, Chandrakant has been kidnapped. -What?

Alert all checkpoints.

Set up checkpoints everywhere. Every station.

Don’t let even a single car through.

Search every car. Search every man.

Orders for every checkpoint.

Orders are from Kuldeep, sir.

What’s in there?

Grandpa, sir.

Open it up.

Hey, stop that black car. Don’t let it through without checking.

Stop him.

-What’s going on here? -We’re checking, sir.

-You mean you haven’t checked yet? -I’m doing it, sir.

You know he’s kidnapped an officer from our department.

He could be in there too. What’s in there?

-Mother? Father? -Grandpa.

Grandpa? So why are you crying?

-It was his time to go. -Yes.

Why are you being so emotional?

-How long has he been dead? -Two days.

Two days? And you’re still carrying the body around?

Let it through.

Come on. Look there.

And I want the report in every ten minutes. Come on.

You fool, you don’t know who it is you’ve abducted!

I’m Chandrakant Gawre!

Police officer Chandrakant Gawre!

Let me go.

You will have to pay a big price.

Yes, Govind.

-Let me go! -Where are you?

OK.

Let me go.

Let me go!

Hold on.

-When will Govind get here? -He’s on his way.

What will you get by killing me?

What will you get by killing me?

You’ve kidnapped a police officer.

After I kill you,

your entire department will be purified.

It’s a proud moment for you.

And for me, this is enough.

Who are you?

Ravi, take him inside.

Come on.

-Come on. -You will pay for this!

You will pay for this!

Adi, you kidnapped a police officer.

What the hell are you doing?

Kidnapping! Murder!

What are you doing, Adi?

Who are you?

Gabbar!

Gabbar? You...

Oh, my God. How?

I didn’t see or think. I just lost my heart to you.

Hey guys, come here.

Take him inside.

-Clean up the blood. -Yes.

Please do this.

I thought to dedicate the life of them

who save my life.

The youth man has a simple strategy.

If you like it, then welcome.

If you don’t like it, then don’t come.

Patriotism boils in our blood.

But only for IPL, ISL and Kabbdi Leagues.

Reality shows get more votes than elections.

Why? Swami Vivekananda said,

"Give me 100 young men of heart and energy

and I shall revolutionize the whole country."

I brought this thought into action.

After talking to them I realized

that some have courage, but no power.

Some have power, but no courage.

And if they have both, there’s corruption.

The entire system has become a quagmire.

Everyone knows that the situation is sad.

Corruption is slowly turning into an addiction, like amphetamines.

And then slow death.

We all decided.

There’s no point organizing candle vigils later.

Right now we’ll have to ignite a fire in our heart.

We teach good manners to animals.

It’s time to teach humanity to humans.

Slowly we grew.

Our team was ready.

Just one goal:

to spread the terror of Gabbar to an extent

that these government officers

will surely not take bribe and be scared to even take their salary.

I’m the cord we needed

to bring these pearls together.

Gabbar!

Sir. Govind!

Sir, we’ve done it.

On Facebook, Twitter, and the news channels,

the biggest villain has turned into the biggest hero.

Gabbar is trending. Number one.

The whole world is talking about him.

And everyone wants to know.

Everyone has the same question.

Who is Gabbar?

Isn’t that great news?

What happened?

This is good news!

Why isn’t anyone reacting?

Govind...

The list that we made of corrupt police officers...

had your father’s name on top...

What do we do?

What else, sir?

The collector and district collector.

They had children too, sir.

One sees only their crimes, not their kin.

Not Twitter or Facebook.

You made me realize that my mission is a success.

Sir.

When people stand up

against the crimes committed by their own kin,

then people like Gabbar are not needed.

This is the idea I wanted to get through.

And I have succeeded.

-Good. -But, sir...

Is my father here?

I can’t see him suffer...

He might be bad...

but I’m his good son.

Am I, Adi?

Gabbar!

That’s all everyone is talking about.

And his voice!

Every time I try to sleep, his voice echoes in my ears.

I want to know. Am I the only one spending sleepless nights

or does anyone here have the same problem?

Anyone?

Sir, we’re fighting this battle

with only a scabbard, not a sword.

Hey, shut up!

Ignore him, sir.

He’s our local James Bond.

Son, everyone loves his wisdom and a better job.

Mind your own business.

That’s not all, sir.

You should hear the best part.

He thinks he has almost found Gabbar.

And that soon he’ll catch him.

Sir, you will never be able to catch Gabbar now.

Hey wise guy, shut up.

-Or else I’ll fire you. -Get lost.

Fire me? I’ll resign.

I resign.

I don’t want to work in an office

that’s filled with arrogant officers like you.

Sadhu!

What, Sadhu?

Sir, they think someone will bring in Gabbar on a platter.

Gabbar is not an ordinary kidnapper, sir.

He’s on a mission.

He’s a mission himself.

-Don’t forget you’re a constable-- -Shut up!

What else do you know about him?

Look here, sir.

A list of Nanded’s collection offices.

Excellent job, Sadhu.

You’ve solved 90% of the case.

But why didn’t you tell anyone until now?

Sir, I’m just a driver.

Then let’s go for a drive, Sadhu.

Sir, neither police nor goons are allowed inside this gate.

That’s the rule of our National College.

Is this some kind of a joke?

Couldn’t you vacate the college before I got here?

Stop staring at me. Get them out.

Sir. Let it be.

It will turn into a big student issue.

The principal, teachers, and students are crazy.

OK. We can’t go in.

But we can arrest the ones who are outside.

Get your list.

Arrest everyone.

Yes, sir!

Come here.

-What are you doing, sir? -Come with us.

Catch him.

-What are you doing? Let me go. -Come with us.

Come with us.

Now Patil’s projects seem illegal because of Gabbar’s terror.

The entire real estate lobby is worried.

Because of you all.

If you like Gabbar’s style, then so be it.

Gabbar abducted ten corrupt officers

to get his message through.

I abducted ten honest officers.

Who among you is the most honest officer?

Come on.

-What is your name? -Sagar Pandit.

Sagar Pandit.

Are you against money?

Doesn’t your wife make demands?

"I want this. I want that."

Would you like a medal for your honesty?

If you’re of no use to me,

then you’re no good for this world either.

If you accept a bribe, Gabbar will kill you.

And if you don’t...

Great, officers.

Now I don’t even need to pay you for getting my job done.

Just a small dose of fear is enough.

We’ve been beating up these guys since morning

but no one wants to talk.

What am I going to tell the home ministry?

Does anyone have an idea?

How do we catch Gabbar?

Anything?

Sawant? Bansal?

Sir, may I?

To catch Gabbar, we’ll have to think like him.

Sit down. Yadav, move over.

I said to sit down. Sit down.

Yes, sir.

Yadav, order tea for everyone.

-Would you like one? -Yes, sir.

For him too.

What were you saying?

Sir,

if I were Gabbar,

I would have gone after Digvijay Patil.

Why?

Two days ago, he killed an honest officer, Sagar Pandit,

because he refused to take a bribe.

But we don’t have any proof.

But, sir, everyone knows he’s the one who did it.

Right, sir.

Digvijay Patil wants to make sure people are always frightened.

But Gabbar will definitely punish him.

We set out to eliminate bad people,

but evil just took a bigger leap.

Sagar was one of the most honest officers

in his department, sir.

Patil killed him very cruelly.

Sir, should we arrest Digvijay Patil or give him protection?

There’s a rule of thumb for hunting.

Use the goat as bait as long as the lion doesn’t come out.

We just need to keep an eye on Patil.

And Gabbar will be in our clutches.

Patil has to die.

The party’s at his farmhouse

and security is really tight.

Sir, we have Digvijay Patil’s schedule.

Tomorrow is his birthday.

It’s not that easy to catch Patil, sir.

Most of our team members are in police custody.

The place will be crawling with his men and police.

Ministers, MPs, MLAs, businessmen

and other famous personalities will be there.

But we’ll be waiting for just one man.

Gabbar!

Boss.

We have the whereabouts of that rascal Aditya from the hospital.

I’ll bring you his severed head

before you cut your birthday cake.

Ballu, please bring him back alive.

I will kill him myself.

I will kill him again!

Come, sweetheart

Come, sweetheart

I don’t know what you want

Come, sweetheart Why do you make gestures and call me?

Come, sweetheart Then why do you refuse when I come home

Come, sweetheart Why do you climb up on the roof and sing?

Don’t knock on the door, sweetheart

Just come in, sweetheart

Don’t knock on the door, sweetheart

Just come in, sweetheart

Arrange those flowers Sprinkle that perfume

And get in the mood now, sweetheart

Don’t knock on the door, sweetheart

Just come in, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly

I’m your sweetheart Be my love

Tonight I’m going to rock your world

I hope you won’t disappoint me

I’m going to forsake all shame

And make you my queen

Tonight we’re going to have some fun Baby under the dim light

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Don’t knock on the door, sweetheart

Just come in, sweetheart

Arrange those flowers Sprinkle that perfume

And get in the mood now, sweetheart

Don’t knock on the door, sweetheart

Just come in, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly, sweetheart

Slowly

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky!

Patil will be remembered!

There he is! Catch him!

I’m coming down.

OK, sir. Copy. Copy.

As long as the moon and the sun shine in the sky

Patil you won’t be remembered.

Checkpoints have been set up for many hours,

but there’s still no news.

What could be the reason behind Digvijay Patil’s kidnapping?

You can clearly see here

how the entire police force is trying hard to find Digvijay Patil.

Shame on us.

He was kidnapped right before our eyes.

-Sawant. -Sir.

Someone must know about his hideout.

-Find out. -Yes sir.

-Sir. -What?

What?

I’m the lawyer representing the arrested government officer.

-So. -We have permission to meet our client.

And their relatives are with us too.

Sir, I’ve checked all the papers.

Can we go see them now?

Where is my son? Deepak.

Deepak.

Deepak.

Oh, God!

They beat him up so brutally.

Well done, sir.

You’ve done a great job by arresting these innocent people.

What?

Innocent?

Innocent? My foot.

All of them are serial offenders.

They’ve committed murders along with Gabbar.

All of them.

Innocent.

And I know Gabbar has kept Digvijay Patil.

And he’s going to kill him.

Bloody criminals.

Govind.

Sir, ACP Chandrakant’s wife.

Mother.

Gabbar killed your husband, ma’am.

He killed your husband.

His father.

Tell him to tell us where he could be hiding.

Where are his hideouts?

You will be responsible

for your husband’s and his father’s death.

Govind, if you tell them anything

then consider your mother dead!

Ma’am.

You’re a policeman’s wife supporting a criminal.

I don’t get this.

Why? Who is this Gabbar?

Why is a criminal getting so much good treatment?

Because the law isn’t doing its job properly.

Sorry!

The police needs to arrest corrupt government officials

and then the court needs to punish them.

If the law is helpless,

then somebody has to do something!

So you think Gabbar is legally correct.

Sir, society doesn’t suffer

because of criminals’ wrongdoings.

Society suffers when a capable man does nothing.

Gabbar is a good man.

Gabbar is capable of doing something for us.

You know him, don’t you?

You know who he is.

I know the reason

a common man turned into Gabbar.

When you light a torch...

what is the one place that stays dark?

Where Patil?

Stupid, the place right below the torch.

The police are running helter-skelter

but no one’s looking in your home.

Do you want revenge?

I’m Digvijay Patil.

I’m a bloody brand.

What is this you keep ranting about brands?

Take a good look at me.

Digvijay Patil, I’m a bigger brand than you.

You?

Yes, me.

Even 50 miles away,

when someone takes a bribe, people say

"Don’t take it, or..."

"Gabbar will be back."

You are Gabbar?

Yes.

Gabbar!

Five years ago you gave me two chances.

Today I’ll give you three.

You can call anyone you want.

And tell them who you are.

You’ll find out who’s a bigger brand, you or me.

Make the call.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Waghmare. -Speaking.

This is Digvijay Patil.

I’m in trouble, Waghmare.

Gabbar has kidnapped me.

Why are you dragging me into this mess?

If Gabbar finds out, I’ll be screwed.

Hang up.

I made you home minister.

He has captured me in my own home.

My life is in danger.

Hello! Hello!

Second chance.

-Hello. -Commissioner’s office.

This is Digvijay Patil.

Gabbar is holding me captive.

Is this the police station?

No.

This is the police station.

That’s what I’m saying.

This is the police station, right? That’s what I’m saying.

This is the police station, not the pizza station.

Sadhu, what’s wrong?

It’s some crazy guy, sir.

He called up the police station and is ordering pizza.

For the last time, this is the police station.

Hello! Hello!

Gabbar is a bigger brand than you.

These cowards didn’t make me Digvijay Patil.

Digvijay Patil isn’t human. He’s a brand!

Sorry.

Sorry.

I’m sorry.

I hate sorry.

Excuse me.

-What? -Where’s your CBI officer’s room?

-Why? -I want to meet him.

Kuldeep doesn’t meet just anyone.

What do you want from him?

I want to talk to him about Gabbar.

Again Gabbar.

What do I say?

The prime minister is here asking about Gabbar!

Tell him Gabbar’s here to talk to him.

-Sadhu. -What?

-Gabbar. -What about Gabbar?

Gabbar’s here.

Kuldeep Pawa.

Professor Aditya, from National College.

Gabbar!

Gabbar.

I’m here to surrender, sir.

I killed one collector in Latur, one in Nashik,

a police officer in Mumbai and many other corrupt officers.

And now, I just murdered a well-known businessman.

Digvijay Patil. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.

I take full responsibility for all these murders.

I planned all the murders.

And I did it while in total command of my senses.

This is my fight.

All the honest officers and students you have arrested.

I request you to release them.

No one knows him.

I saw him myself.

What is his plan? Who is this Gabbar?

Millions of people have sent their petitions

to the president requesting the release of Gabbar.

What do you say about that, sir?

"This country will never change."

How many times have we said this?

But now there is one person who is trying to bring some change.

I urge everyone to come out on the roads.

You can clearly see

there are medical students, art students.

Students from all colleges are present here.

You can see how they’ve come out on the roads for Gabbar.

"Free Gabbar. Free Gabbar."

That’s the slogan people are shouting here, too.

Fear of Gabbar brought some change to this picture.

There’s a rumor among the people

that Gabbar may be hanged. So the people--

Gabbar is the phenomenon which has taken over India.

People are on the roads to lend their support to Gabbar.

Rallies protesting to free Gabbar

are being held all over the country.

Gabbar will be taken to the courthouse on this street.

As you can see, people are protesting here.

No one wants Gabbar to be punished.

Let’s see what the decision is going to be.

As you can see, everyone’s shouting slogans

of "Free Gabbar, release Gabbar."

Set Gabbar free!

Set Gabbar free!

The uniform is stopping me.

I would be shouting slogans for you too.

It’s getting out of control.

This way we’ll never make it.

They will only listen to you, Aditya.

Can you help me out here?

Set Gabbar free!

Gabbar, Gabbar.

Gabbar, Gabbar.

Shall we take roll?

Yes, sir.

They cannot harm you, sir.

We’ll go to the president, sir.

He will have to pardon you.

I never pardoned anyone in the wrong.

So how can I ask for pardon for myself?

You’re not the criminal, sir.

What you did was right.

If anything happens to you,

we will destroy this city.

We’ll show them student power, sir.

Student power!

Student power!

Student power!

Yes.

Student power.

I’m proud of student power.

You know, not every student becomes a government officer.

But every government officer is a student.

Look. Stop trying to know your future

and start shaking up corruption.

Say: "Enough."

You just shrug your shoulders everywhere.

"So what? Why should we care?"

Raise your hands.

Shivaji Maharaj didn’t start any WhatsApp group.

He set out alone, and everyone joined him.

You need to decide

which direction you want to take your country.

Because you are the future of India.

You! Youth power!

Be the change!

I started killing these people

after I determined my own death.

After I’m dead,

don’t burn cars, trains or taxis.

If you really want to do something,

then light a fire in your heart.

Gabbar will be happy.

He’ll be proud of you.

Do you know why I killed those people?

Why I killed those corrupt people?

Can anyone tell me?

I will tell you.

Kill one corrupt person,

and it will be an eye-opener for all other corrupt people.

And do you know why I have to die?

Because Gabbar was wrong.

What I did was right.

But the path I chose was wrong.

Because I didn’t have a choice.

I had to do it.

Do you know who Gabbar is?

Every man who doesn’t turn his back on injustice:

That’s Gabbar.

Every man who beats up corruption:

That’s Gabbar.

Every man who makes corrupt government officials sweat,

even in their air-conditioned rooms:

That’s Gabbar.

If I had been from the National College, I would have been with you too.

Sadhuram, you can still do great things

from where you are.

Which one of you is Gabbar?

I’m Gabbar.

-Who is Gabbar? -I’m Gabbar.

Who is Gabbar?

I’m Gabbar.

Do you want to know a Google fact?

One kiss burns many calories.

Do you want to lose some weight before I die?

No...

If anyone tries to take a bribe again,

a voice will echo in his heart.

Don’t take a bribe, or else...

Gabbar will be back!

-Or else? -Gabbar will be back!

-Or else? -Gabbar will be back!

Gabbar will be back!

I will be dead.

What about you, Kaalia?

Subtitle translation by Trina Brown