All language subtitles for Murder.Mubarak2

You still have to pick up
your rented car from the mechanic.

What's it gonna be?

Merc or BMW?

Go fuck yourself!

-Hmm?
-Fuck yourself!

I'll fucking fuck you!

Gym.

Gym, yeah. After the gym, you…

Was there someone with you?

If you want to talk about Ganga,
then do it openly.

Beating around the bush like this
is meant for ladies.

Or have they stopped hiring men
in the police force?

I haven't given you
permission to leave yet.

Remain seated, Raja sahib.

"Remain seated, hukum."

Tell me,
when did your dear wife pass away?

-Four years back.
-Padam.

-Yes.
-Check the orphanage reports to see

if there's a shrimati, uh, Bagula Devi--

-Vasudha Devi!
-Yeah, after Vasudha ji's death,

did he start making donations immediately,

-or was it in the recent months?
-Sure, sir.

-Inspector, I--
-ACP.

Assistant Commissioner of Police,
Bhavani Singh.

Now, you're welcome to leave, hukum.

Men like me, you know…

look straight in the eye
when they commit murder.

Not like…

Not like?

Cut! Cut! Cut!

Blood is too fucking fake, man!

My neck's screwed.
Dada, get me some lime juice, yaar.

Wow.

Thank you.

Madam, how did it occur to you
to run for club president?

Would you ever ask a man
this question, ACP sahib?

Perhaps, you didn't get the memo.
It's no longer a man's world.

Madam ji, after the Tambola that night,
where were you?

Raja ji sound it pretty certain
that you killed Leo.

He must have threatened
to bring your business, uh…

Affair. Affair. Out into the open.

Am I right?

If I were to murder him…

…you wouldn't even find his body.

I'd chop it into pieces
and feed it to the crows.

Crows love human meat. Did you know that?

These are dialogues from this film.
It's a delicious character.

Whenever her heart gets broken,
she murders someone.

Leo ji was blackmailing a few people.

He'd ask them to make donations
to Shepherd's Home Orphanage.

The donors' list has your name too.

Where are the files, Leo?

Shit!

Very nice.

This must be
your life's best performance na?

Hey!Should I make a video, huh?

Screw you!

First, in front of everyone…

accept it.

-I just can't. I have two daughters.
-Is it?

Don't touch me.

You're welcome to check my bank records,
ACP sahib.

I've been donating to Shepherd's
for the past 20 years now.

Nothing to do with blackmail.

What do you think?

Who could have murdered Leo ji?

You're the one that gets paid
to find that out, ACP sahib.

Ma'am, your shot is ready.

Uh… Excuse me.

My… My…

Hmm. Sir ji, shall we?

Yeah, soon. Water.

Pinko Hathini
is the street name.

Very powerful.

Doesn't have any smell.
And the taste too is impossible to detect.

His stomach contains
a minimum of 280mg of Pinko.

Isn't it possible
that this bodybuilder guy

took it to pump his physique up,
and he got pumped out of existence?

Pinko has the opposite effect.
It's an opiate.

Once you take it, it dissolves
and goes to the blood stream directly.

And after that,
the entire system slows down.

The muscles start to feel like jelly
and the bones like rubber.

Meaning a person
can't even lift light objects,

for example, this teacup over here.
Forget about lifting a barbell.

Krishnan, tell me something.

How long after ingesting these drugs
would they have affected Leo ji?

This takes affect at bullet speed.

As though your central nervous system,

uh, just got a kick
from a sexy, pink elephant.

Okay, so those, uh, drugs that were found
in that, uh, sky-blue bottle were--

It was a normal protein shake, sir.

But traces of Pinko
were found in one more place.

In the cat's vomit.

That bloody Prince Hariya is a junkie?

You should have seen Rosh Aunty.

You just should have seen
her fucking face.

She hadn't the slightest clue,
and the professor totally took her case.

It was really something else.

You really don't have
anything better to do, right?

-Better than a murder investigation?
-Hmm.

No.

Better than a murder investigation.

Dude.

-What the fuck!
-Didi, didi.

Please, give me something to eat.
Please, didi.

Didi, can I have this?

Hmm.

-What? I am really stuffed.
-Oh.

Getting away leftovers on your plate
doesn't make you great, Todi.

Aey, Kashi mae--

Return this or the professor
will catch you and put you behind bars.

That's exactly
what I was trying to tell you about.

So, Rosh Aunty was all like,

"Raja sahib," and suddenly,
he comes in from the back, her face falls.

That was hysterical.

And just then, ACP got a call
about some Pinki, Pinko something.

And then Raja sahib comes in

-with his flare gun--
-Wait, did he say Pinko?

-Can you let me finish?
-Did he say Pinko?

-Yes!
-Pinko? Pinko Hathini?

Yes.

Once then, Raja sahib…

"Bambi beta, balls…"

Leo ji began his workout.
The day was Sunday.

-What did he do on Sundays?
-Upper body, sir.

Uh… So what's
the first drill in upper body routine?

Bench press, sir.

So, were it not a Sunday,
and had he not worked on his upper body,

-the plan wouldn't have succeeded.
-Hmm.

What can we learn from this?

Maybe starting with squats, sir.

No.

The killer was familiar

with Leo ji's routine.

Sir, I didn't do anything, sir.

Sir, I am not interested in extra money,
and all those Botox barbies.

Sir, I have a girlfriend--

-Yeah, yeah. Yes, yes.
-She's very beautiful, sir.

-Please--
-No, no. I know. Enough. Enough.

Sir, 200% he's our guy.

He's the one who prepared the shake.

The bottle didn't have
any traces of Pinko, Padam.

Meaning between Leo's death
and our arriving at this place,

-somebody switched the real bottle.
-Hmm.

And by the time we got here,
the whole club was present. Hmm.

That poor ACP.

He probably has no clue
about this world.

Listen, I know you are doing
all of this to spend more time with me.

Hello, please!

If there is anywhere we can find out
where the Pinko came from, this is it.

I can get you
more potent stuff than Pinko.

This Pinko's just been hyped up
for no reason, man.

The rich and their drama.

Check this out.

Ah.

Just two, three pills left, that's all.

If club members want to score this stuff,
where do they-- who do they go to?

Aey, they come to me only. Now,
don't ask me the members' names, okay?

Just tell us.

Arey, three years ago,
I had my men sitting in there. AK.

Then suddenly, he vanished.
Into thin air! Whoosh!

He was the biggest dealer
around the club. AK bastard!

You knew this AK guy or what?

Yes, Ajay Kumar. Motherfucker!

Ajay…

Ganga's husband, Ajay Kumar?

What?

-Were they married?
-Yes!

Fuck-- He used to beat her.

Akash, he used to beat her
every fucking day.

And didn't the guy say
he just disappeared three years back?

God knows how many children's lives
the bastard has ruined.

He was even jailed.
But the fucker got out on bail, yaar.

What now?

Todi, no!
These guys are really dangerous, okay?

Todi, I fight cases
against these drugs now. I am that lawyer.

It's for research.

-It's for research?
-Mm-hmm.

Fuck! I don't like this!

Okay. Bambi, I need to tell you something.

Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yash!

I thought the rehab worked.

Either Rosh Aunty doesn't know
about all this, or Leo--

Akash, let's see
what we find at Yash's place.

Abey yaar, Bambi.

I… I can't even walk straight.

And we're breaking
into someone's house.

Oh, God. Bambi.

Bro…

Me here, walk…

Dog. Potty.

Moon-- Moon reflection.

Good windows, man. Good car. Good.

-Can I… Can I come inside?
-Potty outside, bro.

Ah!

Epic party, bro.

Too much fun, man.

Epic party, bro.

Epic party.

You… You enjoy.

Who turned off the music…

…bhenchod?

"Epic party, bro!"

Should we tell Professor sahib
about this Batra boy?

We've known him since childhood. Batra.

It will destroy his life, man.

Who knows? Maybe his drugs and this murder
may not even be connected.

Oof. Akash Dogra.

How does such a big heart
fit in your body?

That's why you chop it up
into little pieces all the time,

so it fits into my body, right?

-Bye, Dogra.
-Bye.

Hey, Harry,

where have you gone, my son?

Here, look.
Papa has got some milk for you.

Aey, bacha. Where are you hiding?

Look, I'm walking around
with your milk in my hand,

and you keep wandering off
to God knows where.

What is my cake doing outside?

What's burning in here?

Ah! Oh, no!

Harry! Harry! Oh, no!

Bambi, can you keep that phone away?

Here.

Akash, remember this
from Yash's room last night?

-I have seen it.
-No, you haven't. See this.

Shit! Ajay Kumar?

Ganga's husband.

Yash's dealer.

He must have supplied
the Pinkos to Yash.

I suspect
I'm still on your list of suspects.

Hmm?

Padam won't give me…

permission to take your name off the list.

-And Mr. Singh?
-He's helpless.

I was referring
to Mr. Rannvijay Singh, actually.

Oh.Raja ji. Raja ji.

Padam is of the opinion that Raja ji
would look into the eyes of the enemy

and kill him. Like a real man would do.

-Man?
-Man.

The world has had enough manliness
from you men for too long, ACP sahib.

And anyway,

all their manliness only comes out at home
before their wives and their children,

or as a part of a faceless mob
in front of the weak and helpless.

Tell Mr. Singh I'd like to see him
give birth to a child

in a burning ghetto
after a 14-hour painful labor.

And that too with rioters armed
with swords are banging on your door!

And then…

-Shit.
-Put your phone on silent!

Where is that warden, Rakesh?

Leo used to speak
very highly of him.

Rakesh ji's missing since yesterday.

He's missing.

Thank you so much for coming, bro.

I won't be there to save you
every time, Raks.

Why get drunk and create a ruckus
at the police station?

So, what wrong did I do, bro?

I only went there to tell those people
that I know who it was.

Who killed Leo Matthews.

-What? You okay?
-Ugh.

You want some water?

-Do you have a smoke, bro?
-Smoke…

I don't smoke.

Leo ji had a dark-red-colored tablet.

Have you seen it with him?

Those rich bastards did it together.

They all killed him together, Bhavani ji!

Ah!

Oh, no!

-Oh, damn.
-Bloody fucking murderers!

Looks like you're deeply attached
to this vehicle.

-Rakesh ji!
-Hello, hello.

-Hi.
-Hi, hi, how are you?

-All the best for elections.
-Yes, thank you. Vote for me.

Hey! How are you?

Oh!

Oh!

Sir, let me get a flowerpot here for you.

No need to go to Lucknow,

you can settle down here.

There's a Queen Victoria
for company as well.

Do you know, Padam…

among the staff members who…

wasn't there at the church?

Who?

Guppie Ram ji.

You didn't come
to bid farewell to your friend?

He was a potful of sin!
Stealing secrets from everyone!

Just couldn't keep things to himself.

Here to there. There to here.
Gossiping all the time.

Guppie Ram ji, are you sure
beetroot can handle so much water?

But it's done now! The pot has burst open.

-Just like the other time.
-Other time?

Which other time, Guppie ji?

Guppie ji?

Another party's here!

What can I do for you, sir?
Tell me, what can I do for you?

The other time…

Ah-ha-ha!

Come on! Come on!

Hey, bro. Raja sahib is the killer!

-Yes!
-Idiot!

Say, "Hukum." "Hukum."

He's Bhatti, man, Bhatti.

Here's the 50, bhenchod!

I'm betting 100 rupees on Shehnaz Noorani.

Looks like you have met my daughters,
Shahana and Ira.

Shahana ji, Ira ji, Bhavani ji.

-For you.
-Arey.

-But I can't even vote for you here.
-It's fine.

Your better half…

I'm a single mother,

and that's more than enough.

Hi.

-ACP sahib.
-Hmm?

You're completely different
from the detective in my film.

How's that?

Detective Bose always remains undercover.

-Hmm.
-And those cliché dialogues.

"Terrifying blood-thirsty savages!"

But what I love about you, you're real.

The reality is most murderers
aren't the blood-thirsty savage types.

We know them, we're familiar with them.

Very often, we even love them.

Ordinary men, women.

People like me. People like you.

That's great.

Yet another field
where we're in competition with men.

See you later.

Sir.

Yaar, these artifacts are quite popular.

Sir,
this is all Cookie Aunty's talent.

And also, Cooks Aunty's so generous

that she keeps gifting
all these kalakriti…

-to literally everybody all the time.
-Oh, baby.

We quietly dump them
into the club's storeroom.

Oh.

But by the way,
whose statues are these anyway?

Our two candidates.

Oh, really? Which one is Shehnaz ji?

Oh.

Obviously, this one is Shehnaz!

I've seen her movie.

Isn't she beautiful?

Whatever food is leftover,
pack it and keep it in my car.

Just keep it.
You see that shiny blue Mercedes?

That one. Got it?

I'm taking it for the poor.

-I hate wastage.
-You, please pack this.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Just because your bloody cat is dead,
I should fuck up my stomach?

I ordered sausages,
and you cooked them the same microwave?

Get lost, yaar, Guppie!

I should water the plants.

But I need to look
for Prince Harry.

Are you all right?

Come, sit here.

Did Yash baba say anything?

Are you missing Harry?

I killed Harry.

I must have lost my mind.
How could I have done this?

I burned him in the oven.

You must have left
the oven door open by mistake.

It's not your fault.

If she wins, things will get difficult!
It will get very difficult!

-I--
-Nothing's going to happen,

Guppie.

Everything will be all right.

Don't--

Akash, I am very worried about Guppie.

But seriously--

♪ Born to one ♪

♪ Now, taken away by another ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ My Almighty! ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ My Almighty! ♪

Cheers! Cheers to everyone!

Listen, I'll leave first.
You come out two minutes later. Okay?

Yash!

Who could ever tell
that a murder was committed here

just three days ago?

-Yash!
-And the murderer

is one of these people.

Who's congratulating himself right now…

"Murder Mubarak!"

I know everything
about you, bastard!

You were here much
before me, bhenchod!

Really?

-Hey, what's going on?
-Stop it!

-Calm down.
-Fuck!

How dare you touch me, motherfucker?

I will sue them!

Don't talk to them, Yash!
Don't talk to them!

Asshole, you became a lawyer
with just a correspondence course,

-bhenchod!
-Hey, shut up!

-Asshole!
-You back off!

Hey! I will sue you!
I will sue your family.

Hey, step back! Step back!
Move! Move!

Move! Stop!

I'm the president.

Move back. Move back.
Raja sahib, move back, please. Back, back.

Come on. Come on.

Yes, yes. Madam, that's it.
That's it. Stop, stop.

-Bambi, come, let's go.
-Bambi beta.

Madam?
Madam, please take care of Bambi.

-Please, come this way.
-Okay, that's it. That's it.

-Ma'am?
-Come, come, come.

Come on. Keep moving.
This way, please.

The murderer blew
Guppie Ram's ji head off,

and place the gun in his hand
to make it look like a suicide.

Guppie Ram ji appears to have
fine taste in coffee.

So many bags of coffee.

-Don't.Stop it.
-Beta!

Just… Don't do that, man!

Yashu, I've spoken to dad already.
There's nothing to worry about.

I will talk to them, na? What is--

Can you just shut the fuck up?

This matter's way above your station.
Dad will handle this.

Look pleasant…

and keep your mouth shut.

This much you can do for me, Rosh-- Mom?

Where were you
when you heard

the sound of the gunshot?

-Uh…
-Yash baba.

Yash baba?

He's a complete psycho, sir.

Do you know he's taking drugs even now?
Your favorite Pinko Hathini.

And that's why
Leo was blackmailing Rosh Aunty.

That Uttarakhand rehab…
…was a torture cell.

It was freezing,
but they used to tie up Yashu

and leave him on the floor.
They fed him watery daal and thick rotis.

Six months he had to spend in that hell.

Stinking junkies.
Low-class people all around.

With great difficulty, he's got
an internship in a Boston University.

But Leo found out that he…

And he threatened to share
that information with his employers.

Guppie ji said that Leo ji's
pot of sin burst open.

Just like the other time.

What could that other time be?

Ganga's husband, sir.

Ajay Kumar. It's been three years
since he's been missing.

And, sir, he was the one
supplying Yash drugs.

I told him that I don't want to live
my life with his dirty money.

Sweeping, mopping.
Took up any work I could.

But he was suspicious
that the people I work for and I were…

You didn't file a police complaint?

Does the police listen
to people like us, sir?

-I only told Raja sahib.
-Yes, it is mine.

It was stolen
from the club cabinet last night.

You and, uh, Raja ji,
what was the nature of your relationship?

Can the rich and the poor have
only one kind of dealing between them?

Nothing more than that?

Till date, Raja ji has never been
inappropriate with me.

One second! Are you suggesting
that I'm responsible

for Ajay Kumar's disappearance?

-And I also killed Guppie?
-It certainly entangles everything.

Next time,
don't make the mistake of calling me

without evidence, inspector.

Raja ji…

those are the government's balls.

We're aware that there's Pinko
in your house.

As we speak,
our team is already conducting a search.

Search.

My son cannot murder anyone!

And you, madam?

Rosh Aunty was involved as well.
I bet the son had a Pinko pill at night,

and in the morning,
the mother switched the bottles.

We had sent a team
to conduct a search in Yash ji's room.

-And?
-And we found nothing there.

Not a thing.

Let's say those photos
are from same room, okay?

Apart from that, we have--

Hey!

Had a brain wave? Huh?

What happened?

You know the earrings that I had given you
on your 20th birthday, remember?

I just saw them in Leo's evidence box.

That's what happened.

Akash, it was just physical.

After Anshul's accident,
I just had no idea what was going on.

I was so disoriented.
I would… l would just stay up just crying.

-I just needed someone--
-I hear there are plenty of flights

between Delhi and Kolkata.

Do you know how many times I called you?

Picked up even once?

My husband had just died, Kashi.

So, I am really sorry
if this was about me.

And he was there for me. You weren't.

You know what?

Fuck you, Todi!

I wasn't there?
I was always there for you!

Like a fucking fool,
always standing next to you.

Like a fool,
I used to keep standing there for you.

Bambi, I have no idea
what it is you want from me.

This much is clear.

Three years ago,
you were messing around with me.

Today, you're doing the same thing.
I'm done with you!

You… You know what?
You consume my entire life, man!

And you didn't even realize it!

Why? Huh? What did I ever do to you?

What was the reason
for your husband's death?

-Sir, I'm trying to--
-Bambi Madam!

I want nothing but the truth!

What's the real reason
for your blackmailing?

Was it your klepto-escapades
or your current affair? Hmm?

Speak up, speak up, speak up! Hmm?

I didn't give a shit
if he told anybody about the affair.

If you didn't give a shit,

then why have you been hiding
this shit from us all these days?

Huh?

Kashi would've found out.

From now on,
you'll stay away from this case.

-Please leave. Go.
-Uh, I…

Leave.

Now, even Bambi Todi
is a murder suspect.

For the world,
the members of this club are full hi-fi,

always prancing around.

But come nighttime, they are worse
than the criminal from the ghettos.

I say the minister
should definitely shut down this club.

I support him fully.

Never punish the stomach

for the afflictions
of the heart, vakil sahib.

You know, an octopus has three hearts.

-Bhai sahib.
-Hmm?

You must be wondering why I'm serving
sautéed beetroot for dinner.

Oh, no, no. The… beetroots
have turned out delicious, madam.

Really?

The sight of Guppie Ram's beetroots
was very painful!

-Yes.
-They were weird to look at.

Day and night,
he'd keep watering the kitchen gardens.

Yes! This is exactly where they go wrong.

So, the thing is,
beetroot is a root vegetable.

Now, beetroot and root vegetables
should not be watered too much.

But people keep on overwatering.

What it does is,
it makes them soggy. Kind of mushy.

Are you sure beetroot
can handle so much water?

Guppie Ram ji appears to have
fine taste in coffee.

Who has his pot of sin burst open?

Forgive me,
I have a slight, uh, emergency.

-Bhai sahib, dinner?
-No, no, some other time.

Some other time.

Who the hell allowed this?
The results are out there, Bhatti!

Bhenchod, I'll bury you right here!

Kings and queens
are things of the past, hukum.

Don't fuck with me today, Shehnaz!

ACP, gold! You found gold--

Madam,
please don't get overexcited.

Careful with the mud.
Keep them back. Move back, everyone.

Move back.

Hmm. Padam.

Guppie Ram ji
wasn't watering the vegetables.

He was pouring acid into the ground.

And in the linings,
coffee and vinegar.

So, anything underneath
would dissolve quickly.

That's why those… those beetroots…

Madam! Back! Get back.

-Oh, God!
-Get back.

-I've been eating beets from here.
-Madam, come back.

This is not beetroot.
Oh, my God! Cannibals…

Who are here to arrest?
Can it wait an hour?

No, sir, it's urgent.

-Huh?
-Yes.

You can't just look at a pile of bones
and say whether it's my husband or not.

Madam, can you tell me when was
the last time you saw your mister?

I mean, your husband,
when did you see him?

That would be at didi's anniversary party.

Hmm. Three years ago?

The same night Raja sahib
made tandoori chicken out of him?

Are you in touch with your in-laws?

It's a male, 25 to 30 years.

Buried for three to four years.

The death was due to blunt force trauma
with some heavy object.

Right on the face.

We're trying to locate
Ajay Kumar's dental records

to do a DNA match.

There's something important
I wanted to show you.

In his left eye socket,
I found these tiny, little shards.

This could be from your murder weapon.

Tell me, why was Leo ji blackmailing you?

Do you see anything?

There are no bone china cups…

no Mercedes…

no elephants either.

Rannvijay Singh is just
a ground-floor tenant of an old mansion.

That's it.

All I do is wait for the clock
to strike 4:00, ACP,

when I can go to The Royal Delhi Club…

and become Raja sahib again.

And if that scumbag Leo
had revealed the truth about me

in front of everyone,

then never mind the members,
even the staff would have ridiculed me.

They would've laughed
at my 20-rupee tip…

…and thrown 50 rupees
at my face instead.

You are telling the truth, Raja sahib…

but not the whole truth.

At Leo ji's house,
we found several photos like this.

If anyone would've discovered that a man
from the royal family…

I truly loved my wife very much.

She was the only one who really knew me.

Understood me. Please don't tell anyone.

So, Raja sahib,
you were with Thinsuk that night?

Uh… If you want my advice,
then you should…

fearlessly accept this relationship.
This case would--

I won't be able to live with it.

I can't do this to someone like Thinsuk.

His life will be ruined.

I request you, please give
the other photos back to me.

I'll consider myself
in your debt for life.

Raja ji, I promise you,

as soon as we recover more photographs
and pictures, I'll give them all to you.

Meaning?

Please forgive me,
but I have to place you under arrest.

Come on.

Just give me a minute.

Mm-hmm.

Tanzanite.

It's very expensive. Pricey, you know.

That's why I made just two of them.

-And you sold both of them.
-No, no.

I always gift the special ones.

Poor Raja sahib.

After his wife passed away…

he became very, very lonely.
That's when I gifted it to him.

-The second one?
-Not the second. His first wife.

The second Mother Teresa.

Sir, please tell us something.

There's no criminal that can escape
the Delhi Police.

Not even the Maharaja
of a dilapidated mansion.

A dilapidated mansion,

perverted Maharaja
turned out to be the murderer.

Was Raja ji romancing Ganga,
who's young enough to be his daughter?

-I gifted that one as well.
-Whom did you gift it to, madam?

Raja ji
buried Ganga's husband, Ajay Kumar,

in the club ground.

In the memory of his wife, Vasudha Devi…

I'll kill that bastard!

To whom did you gift the second gift?

God! My blood pressure
is going through the roof.

-Whom did you give the second--
-Don't shout, SP ji! Please leave.

Delhi Police
has found key evidence against Raja ji.

After the argument,
it's been three years.

Ganga's husband, Ajay Kumar, is missing.

Sir, why are you
not sharing all the details with us?

Sir, can you give us
some more details?

When the time's right, rest assured,

we'll share every detail with you.

Cookie ji, the second Mother Teresa,
whom did you give it to?

His ancestral mansion…

Dogras.

Maharaja Rannvijay Singh…

Thank you, Cookie ji. Thank…

No, no, SP.

-Hell… Nothing.
-What… What are you doing, SP?

What are you--
Katoch sahib is inside. He'll get upset.

Yeah, Padam, you are ready?

Yes, yes!
We have got today's biggest breaking news!

-Ajay Kumar is alive!
-Sir, Ajay Kumar is still alive!

What's happening, sir?

Ajay Kumar in flesh and blood

stands alive and well
right before our eyes!

So, the question that rises

is the the skeleton
that was found at the RDC belongs to who?

What could I do here?

My Mrs. was coochie-cooing
with her bosses here.

Mmm.

And that bastard lawyer, Dogra,
bloody dog! He was hot on my trail.

So, I disappeared.
I could've escaped the police very soon.

God knows what his deal was.

Asshole would make
my entire stock disappear.

Pinko.

Thank you for meeting me.

You're leaving?

♪ I remember you just as much ♪

Yes, I was pretending.

Nineteen years back…

I did pretend to drown.

So that you could come and save me.

You always landed up
to save me, didn't you?

Kashi, if I pretend…

…once more that I'm drowning…

would you come and save…

I really have to take this. Sorry.

-Yes, sir.
-It's a DNA match, sir.

I found Leo's iPad, bro.

There are more than 100 photos
and videos of those club members.

You haven't told anyone else, have you?

Hello, Bambi ji.

A few minutes ago, we received
the DNA report on the skeleton.

It's a match with your husband, Anshul.

Is vakil sahib with you?

I need to ask him something.

Hello, Bambi ji, can you hear me?

Do one thing.

Wait right there. I am coming.
Don't go anywhere.

Bambi ji, I'm asking,
is vakil sahib with you right now?

No.

Okay, it's not nice
to keep reminding all the time…

Where is vakil sahib?

He's gone back to Kolkata.

-This Koohu Madam, can we get her number?
-Number…

Koohu? But we've never even spoken
to her till today.

Cookie ji had gifted you something.
A bust of Mother Teresa.

-Uh…
-Can you tell me where it is?

That's, uh, been missing
for quite some time.

-Padam.
-Yes, sir.

Vakil sahib hasn't gone to Kolkata.

-Track his phone.
-Yes, sir.

What are you saying?

Raks!

Shepherd's Orphanage.
Send someone immediately!

What did he want
with the Mother Teresa bust, huh?

Hello?
You didn't like my joke or what?

Where's Warden Raks's room, huh?

Do all of you know
what happened once with Padam?

A case was brought before him.

A poor rickshaw driver
was crushed under a fancy Mercedes.

Everyone said, "Drop it."
"He was a poor man, he was a nobody."

Padam said, "No!"

The value of a car can be high or low.

But the value of the lives inside either
is always equal.

In your world,

there may be a distinction
between higher, lower, rich, poor.

But today, in this assembly,
you are all equal.

So, please be seated.
Those standing, please sit.

Hmm.

Now, it looks democratic.

Arey, stop it! He's called me here!

SP!

I don't remember inviting you here.

I know.

-I'm here for you, Rosh.
-I'm okay. Okay. I'm okay.

Shehnaz ji, I caught onto your lie

the moment you spoke to me
about the riots.

I'd like to see him give birth to a child

in a burning ghetto
after a 14-hour painful labor.

And that too when rioters armed
with swords are banging on your door!

And then…

So, the riots that fit your story
are the Mumbai riots of 1992.

That year, your age was…

Forgive me, uh,
I am about to mention a lady's age.

Sixteen years,

which does not match
the present ages of your daughters.

Ammi didn't even let me see
my baby's face.

But I found out that he was placed
in Shepherd's Home Orphanage.

As I progressed forward in my career…

I always tried…

never to turn and look back.

But I kept making donations to Shepherd's.

Then, one day, Leo showed up.

And he knew about who my son was.

He had some photos with him.
And he began to blackmail me.

His only condition was…

that I accept my son in front of everyone,

or else he'd reveal everything
to my daughters.

So, today, I did that myself.

Perhaps not Shehnaz ji…

but Leo ji was blackmailing Raja ji.

Only for money and nothing else.

I can't do this
to someone like Thinsuk.

His life will be ruined.

That's got nothing to do with this murder.

It's his personal matter.

Whatever his personal matter may be,
who cares?

But Guppie Ram
was killed by his gun, I'm sure.

I regret to inform you…
that was a suicide.

The forensic evidence

and the blood splatter reports
suitably prove it.

Forensics also revealed
an astonishing fact to us.

The identity of the corpse
buried in the kitchen garden.

I've already informed Bambi ji.

It was her husband Anshul ji's body.

The DNA has been matched
with both his parents.

Anshul ji's skeleton
also provided another detail.

Cause of death,
a powerful blow to the head.

He was attacked. By whom?

-Padam.
-Yes, sir.

"I am sorry for everything, Bambi."

"I love you." "I always have."

Yesterday, Yash attempted
to kill himself.

By overdosing on drugs.
Right now, he's in a coma.

Since childhood, Yash ji
had a soft corner for Bambi.

We also discovered that he would stalk her
and secretly spy on her.

Yash baba could not stand it
when Bambi chose another,

and that is why he decided
to remove Anshul ji from the picture.

It was impossible
to accomplish this task alone.

His accomplice
turned out to be Guppie Ram ji.

-Druggie bastard!
-Shut up!

Just shut up!

I knew this is what you people
would say! I knew it!

This is why today, I left Yashu half dead
in the hospital and came here!

You're a bunch of scumbags!
Bloody scumbags!

Nobody cares for anyone here!
Everyone is--

Don't, don't. I know.
I know exactly what you guys

are saying about me behind my back.

Cow dung. Gold-digger!

Cheap leach!

-Rosh--
-Arey, stop it!

My favorite. Blood-sucker pussy.

Fine! Today I'll show you
what a wild cat I am!

Anyone dare bad-mouth my Yash,

I'll claw them to pieces.
Won't spare anyone!

Roshni ji, please calm down.

Fine, let us assume Yash ji
is not the killer.

This is, uh, Leo ji's tab.

Leo ji kept the camera on at all times

so that he could capture
the weaknesses of his next victim

and then use it to blackmail them.

Observe the date and time stamp
on this video.

It's from the night of Bambi ji's
and Anshul ji's anniversary, 2:30 a.m.

This video revealed to us
a very highly intriguing detail.

That perhaps…
…escaped even Leo's notice.

Look here. Far behind at the parking lot,

there's a car standing here
that has a prominent dent in the rear.

Even from here,
we can clearly tell whose car this is.

Vakil sahib's.

Vakil sahib may have left
that anniversary party early.

-That's possible.
-Bastard, wait!

But he was back again
later that night.

Not thinking straight,
heady from alcohol and anger.

It was impossible for him
to bury the body alone.

That's how drunk he was.

Then he found an accomplice
in Guppie Ram ji.

And coincidentally,

the bus taking Anshul ji and his friends
to the mountains fell into a gorge.

And no one even realized anything.
Anshul ji never boarded that bus.

Yes, I did go that night,
back to the club, to meet Bambi.

I knocked on the door, nobody answered,
so I went back home, okay?

This bullshit yarn you're spinning…

might work here,
but it won't hold in court.

That's what you think. It'll hold fine.

The CCTV footage from that night,
that is October 12th, has been deleted.

Your murder weapon,
the Mother Teresa bust,

has been missing from your home
for three years.

While conducting your raids
on Ajay Kumar,

you also came across several sources
of Pinko.

Sir, but Yash's letter.

He has confessed, hasn't he?

Whether he wrote it himself
or vakil sahib forced him to write it,

we may never know, Bambi ji.

But Kashi wasn't even at the club, sir.

How could he have switched
the protein bottles?

So, he didn't do it.
Guppie Ram ji switched them.

And that's how that bottle came in contact
with Prince Harry, the cat.

My apologies, vakil sahib.

Let's go.

Come on, come on. Get up.

♪ Oh Lord, my Almighty! ♪

♪ Born to one, now taken away by another ♪

-You pulled a miracle today, sir ji.
-Hmm.

You nabbed the killer,
saved the fake Raja ji,

and to top it all, compelled everyone
to revealing everything.

Sir.

All the knots
are not yet untangled, Padam.

-Ji?
-ACP sir!

Hmm.

Now, the knots unravel.

I need
to tell you something, ACP sir.

I loved the club.

I know a person like you
will never understand…

I love each and every thing about RDC.

It's a privileged world I was born into.

And it's the only world I have known.

♪ Oh Lord, my Almighty! ♪

♪ Born to one, now taken away by another ♪

So many of us
have nowhere else to go.

We're all so terrified of the real world…

that we make the club our whole world.

It's my home. My prison.
And what a beautiful fucking prison.

Anshul was the perfect husband material.

Sweet, dependable, rich,
et cetera, et cetera.

There was just one problem.

He was not Kashi.

I just needed one thing from him.

We needed to look
like the perfect couple. That's all.

You know, for the club.

But he couldn't even manage that.

You're leaving me? Huh?
You're leaving me for a maid?

For a fucking maid, Anshul?

I left you a long time ago,
Bambi.

-And like I said, I fucking love her.
-I don't care if you love her!

Love her, fuck her,
do whatever the fuck you want!

But do it in your room!

The world… Fuck the world!

The club cannot find out about this!
Do you understand…

Is that the only thing
that you give a fuck about?

Look at your mom and dad's situation.

Even after that,
you haven't figured it out?

You're so fucking selfish, Anshul!
You're so fucking selfish!

Have you even thought about Ganga?
You think people will accept her?

She won't even get membership
at the club, Anshul.

You're so stupid!

Do you really think
I give a fuck if she gets a membership?

-You should give a fuck!
-I don't!

"I love her."

Marriage is about love, not status.

Love and marriage have nothing to do
with each other, Anshul!

How could that fool know
what love feels like?

Look at me, sir.

I madly loved Kashi,
but I didn't marry him.

You need to understand what I'm saying.
No one is going to accept her.

Listen to me.

-We have a perfect marriage.
-We don't, Bambi.

Are you fucking hearing yourself?

We have a perfect marriage, Anshul.

We don't.

It doesn't matter, Anshul.
It doesn't fucking matter!

How are love and marriage connected?

Kashi is a chutiya too.
He just never understood this.

-Anshul, please listen to me.
-You listen to me.

The divorce papers are almost ready.
Once I come back from my--

Getting Guppie to help was easy.

I just told him Anshul had raped Ganga.

I loved Guppie a lot. I promise.

But in the end,
these folks can never be us.

They don't have it in them to know
what's good and what's bad for them.

But Leo did, though. Bastard.

Once you've taken one life,

murder becomes a part
of your list of solutions.

-Arey, do you hear that song?
-What song?

Where is it playing from?

It's not your fault, Guppie.

You're not well, you know?

That's why.

I'm like a daughter to you, aren't I?

Would you like it…

if you're the reason
I'm sentenced to death?

I know if you had the means,
you'd save me for sure.

If only that stupid Yash
had not cleaned out the Pinko

I had planted,

he'd be in jail, not in the ICU.

Everything would've been sorted out.

But then you came along
with your middle-class interference.

Now, it's my turn, Bambi ji.

The knots will unravel only when we talk.

-Yes, dadi.
-Return gift.

I returned the gift.

All night, that bust
used to stare at me like an owl.

So, to whom did you give that bust
as a return gift?

To that Todi’s daughter.

Looks like you've been on that train.

Kashi would've found out.

That tingling in my belly,

and the way you were buzzing
like a bee around this case,

both seemed to clearly tell me
that you were the murderer.

If you need anything at all,
just give me a call. I'll sign for it.

But I didn't have
any strong evidence against you.

And suddenly, it occurred to me.
I had an ace up my sleeve.

Vakil sahib.

No matter
how low a person stoops,

when it comes to matters of the heart,

the benevolence inside him
instinctively takes charge.

Didn't I tell you…

the world's greatest mystery…

is love?

♪ The more I try to forget you ♪

♪ I remember you just as much ♪

♪ The more I try to forget you ♪

♪ I remember you just as much ♪

♪ My life slips away ♪

But professor sahib.

All is not lost.

And that's why I know…

I'll find a good lawyer,
one who'll come to meet me every day.

For years to come.

-Do one thing.
-Yes.

-You know, you get these large plants…
-Yes.

The rats will come and eat them up.

If we grow carrots,
we'll get great results.

And you'll make delicious halwa.

No, I'll make the halwa.

Vakil sahib,
do not take up Bambi ji's case.

Why did you rush
to the orphanage that night?

To see whether or not
Bambi left any evidence?

If she had, what then?

Vakil sahib,
you seem to have a big heart.

Shrink it a little.

Go back to that Bengali maid in Kolkata.

Bye.

Vakil sahib!

This Koohu ji does exist, right?

This matter was more complicated
than our previous cases, Padam.

We were not just solving
only a murder case,

but also untangling
the knots of a love story.

A peculiar love story.

-Sir.
-Hmm?

-Should I park it?
-No, no, no, no. I will park it.

You, please locate to the chat protocol.

Hmm.

Yeah, a little more spice.

Do you all know
what happened to Padam once upon a time?

♪ Milk churn! ♪

♪ Oh Lord, my Almighty! ♪

♪ Born to one, now taken away by another ♪
n a time?