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Grab him! Grab him!

Don't let him go!

Grab him! Grab him!

Pin him down!

Bravo!

This is no fun, Tripathi.

Let's wager on it.

20,000 on Baggi.

You're on, Mr Yadav.

My guy is- - What's his name?

Uh... Raaka! Raaka.

Raaka. I'll bet 20 too.

Your lad's got spunk, Tripathi.

Come on, start.

Yes, yes.

Alright, start.

Yes, come on, Baggi!

Grab his leg, Raaka!

I've put money on you.

Bravo!

Go Raaka!

If you lose, I'll fuck you in the ass!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Did you see, Papa? Just like Salman Khan.

Go, Raaka! Bravo, my lion.

Bravo, bravo! Excellent.

Come on, you got this!

Bravo!

Throw him!

Yes!

Bravo!

Hold him!

Get a grip!

Yes!

Flip him over, turn, Raaka!

Turn, turn! - Don't let him up!

Keep him pinned!

Ey, motherfucker, are you a moron?

See that?

Baggi won!

Well, Munna? Wasn't that fun?

He destroyed him. I never lose. Now gimme my money.

You're our guest after all, you ought to win.

Come now.

Let's get on with the real reason we're here, the sit-down.

Yes, let's go.

Come.

Sir!

I wanted to formally invite you

and you must come -

don't forget, you're our Chief Guest -

for the Mr Purvanchal bodybuilding contest.

Yes, yes.

Please do come.

Make it grand!

Yes, sir.

How're your studies going?

Not much studying happening, but the fucking's going well.

So, gentlemen, this was the main reason for the sit-down.

Elections are almost upon us.

So, the violence must be... controlled.

Not because the public needs to be safe.

But because they need to feel safe.

That's when they vote for the incumbent party.

Somebody explain this to Rati Shankar Shukla.

What happened?

Where are you going?

Check, will you?

Going for a piss. You wanna come along and hold it?

You can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs.

We have to send you the money.

So, there will be some violence.

Sure, but keep it controlled.

More money, less violence.

The Chief Minister's image shouldn't be tarnished.

Munna,

have the money put in his car.

Jai hind, sir!

This way, sir.

Your office.

Jai hind, sir!

May I come in? I am Parshuram Gupta.

Yes, yes, Mr Gupta. Come in.

I've been waiting on you.

Sir. Chetan. Akram.

Please have a seat, sir.

Yes, I'd like to. I am quite tired from the journey.

But the room's so dusty, my uniform will get dirty.

Rapan!

Yes, sir?

Sorry sir, it's...

Don't be sorry.

It's just that a clean environment inspires you to work better.

Dust the officer's room!

Come, come.

So, I read the report on Mirzapur.

You guys seem to be running a tight ship here.

So why's the media filling up pages with stories of crime and corruption?

Oh no sir, just the stray incident,

and we caught them all too,

just that there wasn't enough evidence, so we had to let them off.

And the media just loves to fuck with us.

Tell me something.

You sure you aren't trying to fuck with me too?

I mean...

if there's any extra cash to be made, you'll let me know, won't you?

Anyway,

I hear there's a mafia conclave in Mirzapur today.

There you go looking worried again.

I'm not saying it's a problem.

Holi is a festive occasion after all, there will be visitors.

Alright, off you go.

Yes, sir! Come.

[singing a folk song]

Hello, Maqbool.

How are you?

I'm well

and secure.

I have something for you.

A, B, C, D...

You make your victims recite the Hindi alphabet before you kill them, no?

How about I ask your son, Sharad

to recite the Urdu alphabet?

Any chance he'd know it?

No more intrusions into Mirzapur.

Sharad must not be harmed, Maqbool.

So what if Holi is four days later?

We're celebrating it today.

Come, give me a hug.

Your hands are stained.

Ah, Zarina's here. Let the fun begin!

Oh, this heart of mine.

It's crazy about love.

Crazy, oh so crazy.

Drawn like a moth to love's flame.

Oh, I know very well.

The feel of love's burn.

Don't even bother trying, beloved.

You can't escape.

Oh, this heart of mine.

It's crazy about love.

Oh, this heart of mine.

It's crazy about love.

Oh, this heart wants.

And it gets whoever it wants.

I'd sacrifice myself just upon the mention of my beloved's name.

Oh, this heart wants. And it gets whoever it wants.

A true lover who would sacrifice himself just upon the mention of the beloved's name.

I take a life in exchange for mine.

Oh, this heart of mine.

It's crazy about love.

Crazy, oh so crazy.

Drawn like a moth to love's flame.

What the hell, huh?

Stop the music, motherfucker!

Munna!

What?

Go on, leave.

Raja.

Take him away.

How could you slap Munna in front of everybody?

Your son is an idiot.

That he's an idiot is unimportant,

what's important is that he's my son.

This is not good.

Munna is like my son too.

He made a mistake, I smacked him.

It's Holi after all, Akhanda.

Come, give me a hug.

Hey, start the music.

You want Mirzapur, don't you, Shukla?

Why ask me what you already know?

Because I can deliver it to you.

Contribute generously to the campaign,

after we win, I'll get the Chief Minister to hand you Mirzapur.

Once upon a time, you were humiliated and thrown out of Mirzapur.

Now, it's his turn.

As for Munna...

You'll get the money.

But on one condition.

Akhandanand won't harm me or my family.

I won't leave him in a position to.

Did you try the sweets?

I've had a word with Shukla.

He's agreed to a truce

only on my insistence.

Now we need your word too, Akhanda.

Well, at least he had the sense to listen to you.

I have a condition.

My carpet trucks

should get free passage through his territory.

No interference.

There you go. It's settled.

From this day, your enmity is over.

Embrace each other!

Hmm?

Alright.

I hope you're keeping an eye on Munna.

He's in a drugged haze all day.

Is he trying to cut down at all?

You called, Papa?

Come here.

Sit.

Munna.

This power you wield...

you haven't had to do anything for it.

You just inherited it.

But power...

is like the hand that holds the homespun gun,

you might lose it at any moment.

Yes, keep scolding him like it's his fault.

First you let Mr Yadav get away with slapping our boy in public,

and now you're bestowing your pearls of wisdom.

Go and relax, Munna bhaiya.

Listen!

I'm involving Guddu and Bablu in the carpet business.

Munna bhaiya.

Shall I...?

Everyone is fucking me.

My turn now, fuckers.

I'm gonna take care of the curse

that is this surname - Tripathi!

I've been told since I was a child

that everything is mine.

But I got nothing!

Nothing!

[Announcement on loudspeaker for school admissions]

Look... I think...

you should at least file your nomination.

I've never really thought about getting into politics.

Unless fresh blood enters politics...

how will things improve?

Let's assume you fill this form,

run for election,

and win.

At least Gajjumal College will end up getting a better president than Munna bhaiya.

Don't you think?

Everyone is fed up with Munna bhaiya.

But nobody in college dares to speak up.

You're working for him, aren't you?

I don't work for him.

I work for his father.

Kaaleen bhaiya.

Anything else?

No, thank you.

You don't like tea?

No, no.

I like it.

Alright, then.

I'll make you tea with my own hands someday.

My father says I make excellent tea.

He refuses to let anyone else make it when I'm around.

Sir, sweets?

Did you get them from the local sweetshop?

It's dark chocolate.

Oh, I've liked chocolate since childhood! But...

this looks strange.

It's opium.

It's called "dark chocolate" in the business.

Fuckin' hell!

Hang on, so the other day when we...

transported the body in the truck...

we were delivering opium

in the carpets too?

I'd promised you

that if you improve the gun business,

I'd involve you in the bigger game.

Expand this too.

We'll come up with a plan.

Look here.

Oye, Hulk.

Listen carefully. I'll only say this once.

Whatever you do,

check with me first.

Hmm?

Yes.

Sir, these foreign brands have already hit the business hard,

and people are suddenly obsessed with juice.

The company's running at a loss.

But I still sent you the money last week.

The situation has changed, Chadha.

I need more money.

If you support me now,

I'll help grow your business.

How's that, sir?

I'll help you expand into Mirzapur.

Mirzapur is ruled by Kaaleen bhaiya.

Rulers can be overthrown, Chadha.

Greetings, Mr Yadav.

You remember your promise about Mirzapur, don't you?

I'm putting together the money.

Send the money, Rati Shankar,

and trust me.

Mr Yadav, I'm doing this because I trust you.

Alright, then.

Go to Shahpura.

Saxena is building two new hotels there.

And you go to J C Avenue.

Laxmi Travels just started running eight new buses there.

Kiss or kick their asses; get me the money they owe us.

Okay.

Yes, Sweety?

Alright, I'll be there.

Same place. Yeah.

Sweety wants me to meet her father!

Oh, bravo! Nicely done.

They're even bigger now.

This is nothing, wait till you

see the rest of my body.

Every muscle stands out, like in an X-ray.

I look forward to seeing the rest of your body.

Yeah, of course you'll get to see it...

in the Mr Purvanchal competition.

It's almost here, then you can see all of me.

I'm warning you.

Dad doesn't like me hanging out with boys.

Please don't pressurize him anymore.

He literally stopped and prayed

at every temple on the way here.

He swore that if this meeting with your father

goes well, he'll take you on a holy pilgrimage.

Papa's here.

Guddu sir, you?

Bablu sir?

Uncle.

Oh! What are you doing, sir?

Yes, yes. You sit.

Oh, you sit.

Okay, yes.

You sit.

Bablu, come here.

Sit, sit.

Yes, you too.

Is this him?

Five cups of tea?

Yes, son.

Samosas are on the way.

Sweety, you never told me that

Guddu sir is your friend.

Papa, at least don't call him sir.

He's a good choice,

I approve.

Oh, are you two also...?

Papa, you- -

Wonderful, that's wonderful!

Both my girls marrying into the same house!

What can be better than- -

Papa, it isn't like that. We're just friends.

Just friends?

Yes.

Yes.

Come in, Mr Pandit. Please sit.

Hmm.

Here.

You've put together a solid case

of public interest litigation.

But it's useless.

Ask any child in Mirzapur, and he'll

tell you everything you need to know.

But where's the evidence?

Sir...

if my sons wind up in jail,

they won't be able to murder anyone

nor will they get murdered.

I'm just trying to somehow...

stop them.

I understand.

My advice to you is to

act like a lawyer,

not a father.

Sugar, two kgs.

Rice...

I'd said two kgs of rice,

this feels like three kgs.

And all this...

and I'd only asked for one kg of black gram.

That's two kgs too.

Yes,

the boss sent extra stuff.

Extra stuff? Why?

Is he not gonna charge for it?

Boss said he won't take money for this.

It's all free.

Why's it free?

Someone's giving you free stuff on his own...

and you have a problem with that too?

You don't have to eat it.

Plenty of people in the family.

If it's for free, no one will eat it.

Take the money and go.

Sir, I... Er...

Are you taking it or should I make you?

Man, just take the money and go.

Go on, beat it.

Oh, the groceries are here.

Why'd you call me out of my prayer meeting?

It was going so well.

Go on.

What's this?

We've put down a deposit on an apartment.

It's in Papa's and your name.

Lovely.

Should I just sit at home then, huh?

You'll provide for my pension too, I'm sure.

Now you guys will do everything.

At least look at it first.

Mummy, I'll talk to Papa.

Mummy, listen.

Bhaiya wants you to meet somebody.

Who?

[movie dialogue offscreen]

[movie dialogue offscreen]

Here, have some.

I like these a lot.

Sir.

Take this.

I'm happy to meet you.

You know what Guddu does, right?

I do

and I'm fine with it.

So am I!

The two of you will get along well.

It's not cold.

But the bottle feels cold, sir.

Anything else, sir?

I thought you were going to...

I'm here with family,

won't just start a fight randomly.

Wasn't there a rom-com on?

I hate action movies.

I've decided to submit my nomination.

Will you come with me?

I'm a bit nervous,

could use some moral support.

Yes, of course, Bablu bhaiya has signed up

for a lifetime of moral support, hasn't he?

First for Guddu bhaiya when he wanted to meet Sweety.

And now for you when you need to file your nomination.

Go on.

Wasn't the food better than the movie?

It was okay.

Gave her the royal treatment and...

she didn't enjoy it.

But, it wasn't good!

You're all grown up now.

Bought an apartment for your old man.

So I guess you can find a place for yourselves too.

We're on different sides now.

You can't be serious.

How can you just kick the boys out?

Do you want to join them?

Go on.

No problem.

Or get inside.

My decision is final.

Dimpy.

This isn't right.

They're our boys, how can you- -

Quiet!

This is ridiculous.

This is our home now.

[R S Maurya]

Yes, sir?

Get me the files of everybody above the rank of Sub-Inspector.

Go to my house.

Yes, sir.

Get my diabetes meds

and my dinner. Go on.

Hmm.

Gajagamani Gupta.

Make sure your deeds are as mighty

as the weight your name carries.

Campaign vigorously, child.

Now that I've decided to contest

I will give it all I have.

Best of luck.

- Thank you, sir. - Alright?

Have you planned ahead?

Yes, putting together the next steps -

strategize for the campaign -

- focusing on that.

Hello, sir.

Look at Munna bhaiya's poster!

I am Lallan Rai.

BA second year.

Do put in a good word to Munna bhaiya.

I will.

Okay, now I'm worried...

Are you on Munna bhaiya's side or mine?

What do you think?

I'll stay in the background

but I'll canvass for you.

First, we need to figure out your logo and poster.

I already have.

Oh?

Hmm.

Greetings, brother.

Yes, tell me.

Yes, I've arranged for the cash.

You'll get it soon.

Hmm.

You just focus on winning the election.

Leave the funding to me.

The party rests on your shoulders, JP.

Well, I'm your younger brother after all.

and a humble servant of the party.

Alright then.

Hmm.

When will you become the Chief Minister?

Hmm?

Or will I have to dance my life away?

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet, Zarina.

Will you stop dancing if I become the Chief Minister?

No, but I'll dance

privately.

Only for you.

You summoned me, sir?

Come in.

Yes.

Sir.

Will you have some ice cream, Mr Gupta?

No, sir. Thank you.

I asked because you look like somebody who enjoys food.

Your belly has acquired a life of its own.

Are you a policeman or a confectioner?

Sit.

Th- - thank you, sir.

Show me your hand.

Here.

Looks like a pretty expensive watch, eh?

Tells the time correctly, does it?

Okay, I'll come straight to the point.

How much do you make every month?

Uh, sir?

I don't mean your salary.

The toppings, so to speak.

I know your salary.

Look, sir...

I do my work with complete integrity.

And in this job, I've only earned one thing,

respect.

That's all you've earned?

I know you're confused right now.

New boss in town.

What's he thinking? Which side is he on?

Huh?

No, sir. It hasn't crossed my mind.

Well... alright then.

Thank you, sir.

One more thing...

I'm a pretty open-minded guy.

If you feel like there's something I ought to know,

then let me know.

Yes, sir.

Go on.

This Maurya is really fucking with my head.

He just keeps eating ice cream and smiling.

I tried a lot.

But, I just can't figure him out.

Patience, Gupta.

We'll know eventually.

Yes, but...

as per protocol, he should've

come to meet you by now, right?

Anyway, he's of a lower caste.

In society, between the lower and upper castes...

Whether he's of lower caste or upper, Mr Gupta

don't forget that Mr Maurya is

a central government officer.

He was sent to Mirzapur as officer on special duty.

It's no laughing matter...

to clear the central examination, and reach his position.

Whatever his caste may be,

if he's on our side, he's an ally

and if not, he's an enemy.

It's simple.

Right, sir?

You didn't hire us because we're upper caste.

You must've seen something useful in us.

They always have a peculiar viewpoint.

I completely agree.

These two are quite smart.

Hey, listen.

Thought of a distribution plan for the dark chocolate yet?

Huh?

Found a guy who can do it?

Not a guy.

Huh? Not a guy...

What then? You'll make a woman do it?

Not a woman either.

Greetings!

Sir, this is... opium.

Sit.

You don't have to use it.

Just sell it.

Even the police doesn't frisk you guys.

Didn't you say you have a solid network?

You have a finger on all of Mirzapur's pulse.

That makes you the ideal candidate for us.

Hmm?

Do y'all think that

I'll just agree?

Because then,

be it rain or sunshine,

you'll never have to beg again.

You'll earn money

and live with dignity.

Look, we're not forcing you.

Only agree if you wish to.

Okay?

You see, we believe that in business,

partnerships can't be forced.

Did you just say "partner"?

No one's shown me that kind of respect before.

I'll do it.

There'll be profit-sharing.

The more you sell, the more you earn.

Alright?

Well then, sir...

better get some more,

for the whole gang.

Babar.

Make an entry for this batch.

Pande Motor Car Bazaar.

Sir,

do you want to buy a car or sell it?

What's this?

This car has been in many accidents.

They used to run it in the Well of Death at the carnival.

Oh?

We play with death too.

Bablu...

we've moving up in the world, from two wheels to four.

Now, we'll mow down Mirzapur.

I've read all your annual character reports.

Here, have some.

You all have bad ACRs.

So, you must be decent officers.

The problem is

this town is full of rogues.

So, we'll have to go rogue too.

What's the plan, sir?

To eliminate, Sinha.

That's why I've put together a special team.

I'm giving you a free hand.

Clean up Mirzapur.

Yes, sir.

Start with them.