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When I was six or seven years old,

Mom used to cook the best lentil rice for me.

That's my last memory of her.

Are you paying now?

She died within a week.

-Are you? -I will!

Then it was just Dad and me.

No, I'll pay.

By this evening.

We used to play a game.

"Anytime, anywhere."

My dad would dash in and say...

We have only 10 minutes!

We gotta go. Pack up quickly!

We had to pack up our entire life and leave within 10 minutes.

Then we'd find a new house in a new city.

Dad would start a new business.

This was our game.

And our life.

Come on, son, we have 10 minutes. Pack up. We gotta go.

Let's go, son... I'll take you to meet your grandpa.

Grandpa?

Get in, get in!

I was first.

And we didn't get caught.

That means we won!

Come on now.

Sir, please let my son sit too.

-Sure. -He's a child.

Remember Grandpa?

-Yeah. -Let's see who finds him first.

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

That was our last game.

I never saw him again.

Coolie!

You know how kids are.

Back then, I thought it was my fault.

I thought I had a mind-blowing plan.

I'd make a drawing on each platform,

and Dad would know it was my drawing.

And he'd find me.

I was such an idiot.

Is that your painting?

I got an idea to make money.

What?

We can make money from your paintings.

Let's work together. You make them and I'll sell them.

Why? Will your father get mad?

I'm waiting for my dad.

He'll come get me.

Your father took off, you idiot.

Just like my father did.

-Asshole father. -My father isn't one.

All fathers are assholes.

Give some more. You look rich!

Pay up please! Pay if you're looking.

-Open your mouth. -I don't want to.

-Come on. -Mom, I don't want to eat.

-I need to feed you properly. -It's not good.

Throw your tantrum at Granny's.

Come on, eat now.

Come on, open your mouth.

That's when I knew Firoz was right.

My father had abandoned me.

Asshole father.

Hey!

Wow! Who taught you to draw so well?

No one did.

I can teach you to draw better than this.

I can draw even better than that.

Better than me?

But show me your drawing first.

My boy!

Grandpa!

Son, I looked all over for you.

-Will you come with me? -Yes.

-Can we take Firoz along? -Firoz?

-Firoz! Come here. -Who?

Firoz was my brother.

How could I leave him behind?

Will you come?

I'm not like my father.

Firoz.

-Firoz, you're fine. Get up. -I'm dead! I'm dead!

-You're okay. -Wimp!

Let's go.

You're fine.

Sunny, who the hell are they?

Who are they?

You see, we all know about counterfeiting.

We're aware, but no one takes it seriously.

That's what makes CT-600 crucial.

CT-600's scanning algorithm

is 50 times more accurate than all existing scanners.

It is compatible with other platforms and operating systems too.

I request the attention of all respected members

for the results generated by this prototype.

Play the animation at full volume.

Turn it off.

That's why it's important to deploy the CT-600, sir.

Ms. Megha, if a fake bill is in a stack of real bills,

can your robot sniff it out?

Sir, this is not a robot.

But it will detect it.

So, to test this machine,

we have to get some fake bills.

Question. The scanners we have in the market...

Absolutely, sir. It's just software in a chip.

It can be integrated into any device.

In fact, it can be used as an app in mobile phones.

It's good, madam. Very good.

Bravo. Very good.

-I'll think about this. -Sir. Here...

Sir, please take this file. It has all the details.

-I have to carry files around with me now? -Megha...

Send it to my office. I'll look at it. Thank you. Bye. Jai Hind.

-Hello, sir. -Man...

Sir... you must've received an update on the Kathmandu operation.

Yes, I did.

-I heard about your shitstorm there. -No, sir.

I'm here to ask for your help, sir.

People are dying, sir.

Young officers are dying in raids.

We work with many departments for an investigation.

The CBI, the NIA,

Enforcement Directorate, Revenue Intelligence,

Central Economic Intelligence Bureau.

We have to chase local police to conduct raids.

The Union of India is called so for a reason.

We have to work together.

Everyone must do their part to run this country, this party.

You're not a lone vigilante.

That's why I'm requesting a team, sir.

The country faces more problems than just counterfeiting.

Like what?

From terrorism to the economy, every problem is linked to counterfeiting.

At least in part. I can prove it, sir.

It's financial terrorism, sir.

It's not like a fever or the flu. It's like cancer.

If taken lightly, it can ruin our economy.

You know what's wrong with officers like you?

You think you run the country.

-No, sir. -The election.

That's all that's on my mind right now.

-Sir. -Thank you. Bye. Jai Hind.

Jai Hind.

What the fuck! Did Sunny make this?

-The two of us did. -That's what I meant.

-How is it? -Perfect.

Come. Grandpa!

Look.

What is this?

They designed and printed it.

Really?

What do you think?

Is it fake?

-It looks real. -It's totally fake.

If Grandpa okayed it, then this bill is A-one.

But listen.

When I was in the gun business, I swore by one rule.

Sell the fake one and keep the real one with you.

A regular guy can get caught carrying a fake.

But if the supplier is caught,

he's in deep shit for real.

Whether it's guns or bills,

the fake ones are just the means to make money.

My brothers taught me this and I lived by it.

That's why I am alive.

The fake ones will be discovered one day,

however real they look.

But remember,

don't ever get caught with one in your pocket.

Got it?

-Thanks, Grandpa. -See you later.

-Okay? -Hey!

Don't use it to buy anything.

-Never! -Put it away.

My stuff got dried!

I'll get more!

Where is Sunny?

He's an artist. A moody one.

I'm an entrepreneur.

See how many clients I get you.

-But I want a 10% cut. -What? 10%?

Another 10% for Manja.

-Ask him to reduce his cut. -Let's see.

Hi, Manja, where are you?

Sketch Manja said your bill's perfect.

But I'm not sure. What if we get caught?

Give me two 500 rupee bills.

-What are you doing? -Shut up.

Do it under the table. They can see it.

Find the fake one.

If you do, this whole bag is yours.

Asshole, if I can find the fake one,

am I using the rest to wipe my ass?

How about this?

If you spot the fake one,

you get one lakh in cash.

But if you don't spot the fake bill,

you give us one lakh in cash, okay?

Tell me which one's the fake.

This...

No, I can't spot it either.

-Our bill's better than the real one. -That's true.

What's your price?

200 rupees for a 500 bill. But...

The minimum order is 10 lakhs. Nothing less than that.

You get 150 for each 500.

That's not enough.

I want two crores.

In two weeks.

It'll be done.

Wait a minute.

How much is there?

10 lakhs.

Leave it here.

Leave it here!

Leave it here.

Are you crazy?

Two crores?

It almost killed us to print 10 lakhs!

Where will we source the material from?

The printers, the machinery... Where will it all come from?

To top it off, that fucker took our 10 lakhs too.

You need money to make money, Sunny.

Where will we get it from?

Sir! That's not allowed here, sir.

Who are you?

-Hey, leave. Go on. -The watchman.

-Let him be. Go. -Take him away.

Sorry, sir. He's new.

He's new. I'll handle it. Go on, man!

Who should I bother now?

He also disconnected the call.

No respect at all.

Fine.

-Sir. -Are you nuts, asshole?

You promised to delete those pictures, motherfucker.

Why are you sending them again to fuck with me?

You're taking it too seriously.

Should I take it in my mouth?

Am I asking for a personal favor?

No, right?

Please. Approve my team, sir.

I won't. If you blackmail me, I fucking never will!

Is this your duty? Sending naked photos at night?

-Look... -Really.

You better delete them within five minutes,

or I'll have you stripped!

I'll strip you and put you in your place!

What about your place, sir?

Shall I put you in yours?

I did it all for you in the crime branch.

The cotton factory case. Your nephew's hit-and-run case.

Your brother-in-law's IT scam.

I saved you each time.

You want to strip me? The position you hold today...

It's all thanks to me.

you'd be getting fucked in jail.

You owe me, you fucking mother...

What did you say? What...

Fuck. Bloody motherfucker.

KRANTI

Weigh it properly.

May I ask you something?

Sure. Go on.

How many copies do we print in a day?

This year? Three hundred per day.

We used to print 1,000.

-And those two printers? -These?

They are broken. They need repairs.

And after they're fixed?

After they are fixed,

200 copies an hour.

If we work all night over two shifts, how many copies can we print?

What are you up to?

What? Nothing. I'm just eating.

Is this your work?

Why are you showing me this? Listen.

What, Sunny? Sunny!

Wait a second.

I've thought it over.

There's no other way to save the press.

Have you lost your mind? You want to print fake bills?

Forget the cops, if your grandpa finds out,

he'll kill us both.

Just change your point of view.

Just like how we sell art for money,

we'll sell these to make money. It's the same.

Changing one's view won't change the truth.

Then tell me how to save this press.

I won't do anything then.

You've never even read Kranti.

Why do you care about saving the press?