Original subtitles

["Lalla Lalli Remix" by DJ Heeru playing]

[humming]

- [phone ringing] - Hm?

[grunts]

["Lalla Lalli Remix" by DJ Heeru playing]

[humming]

[phone ringing]

[sighs deeply]

[Radha] Listen, Veeru! If you hang up on me this time, I promise

I'm going to hurt myself, really!

Stop it!

This is the time I pray and meditate.

- Call me in the evening, okay? - But, listen...

[Veeru] Okay, tell me one thing.

Where was it you met me for the first time?

[Radha] At Tomar-ji's daughter's wedding, remember?

[Veeru] Who Tomar?

- The one with the goats? - Yeah.

I was the one who served you sherbet

and you pinched my cheeks lovingly!

Hm... Quite possible.

Do you drink booze?

Why just booze? I can even drink poison for you, Veeru baby!

[both laughing]

All right.

[Veeru] Meet me at ten in the morning. Jhalla Chaat shop in Moba.

[Radha moans]

[indistinct background chatter]

Oh, bhaiya, my money?

You want a slap, sucker?

- Should I give it to you, huh? - Bhaiya, I'm just asking for my money.

[Veeru humming]

Radha?

- Veeru? - Mm-hm.

Shall we?

[Veeru humming]

JHALLA CHAAT STALL

Oh, God!

Why is my dadda coming this way?

Which one is your dadda?

- [Veeru grunts] - Catch him, catch him quick, Pahad Singh!

[indistinct shouting]

- Hold him tight! - Hold him! Hold him! Hold him!

- Watch him! Watch him! - [Veeru groans]

Don't let him go! [grunts]

[overlapping shouts]

- Stop him! - [Radha] Stop him!

- Move! - You move ahead, I'm on cycle.

[upbeat music]

[indistinct grumbling]

- Stop! - Stop!

[Radha] Stop!

[indistinct shouting]

[grunts] Move aside! Damn it!

Hey! Watch where you're going, idiot!

- Where did he go? - There! He went that way, madam!

Pahad Singh, Mishra, that way.

- You guys follow me. - Yes, ma'am.

[Veeru gasps]

[growls]

[grunts] Stay back!

[whistle blowing]

What? Where did he... Where did he go?

[mutters]

All right. Call 9-1-1. Come on. Let's go.

[upbeat music]

[music stops]

[all breathing heavily]

[Pahad] He got away.

SANDEEP WATER SUPPLIER, MOBA, HORN OK PLEASE

[upbeat music resumes]

- Madam. I'm tired. - [shushing]

FIGHT CASTEISM, WITH EDUCATION, HEALTH, AND MORALS

[music stops]

[chuckles nervously]

[thuds]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Angrez clears throat]

YOUR SAFETY IS OUR CONCERN, MOBA POLICE PRESS CONFERENCE

The police has arrested this infamous wanted criminal...

ANGREZ SINGH RANDHAWA, SUPERINTENDENT

...Veer Singh aka Veeru, who had a one lakh bounty.

He has been accused of 70 rapes, 12 murders and about 36 robberies.

[whispering]

NARENDRA SHARMA, DEPUTY SUPERINTENDENT

I beg your pardon.

17 rapes, 12 murders, and 26 robberies...

[crowd murmuring]

Let's say there is ambiguity in the charges.

We can assume that he has several rapes,

many murders, and multiple robberies to his name.

[Veeru] I think your numbers are wrong, sir.

Hey, take him away.

[Veeru] No, sir!

Uh, bhai sahab.

My name is Anuj from Moba Samaachaar.

I want to know

how did you manage to catch this criminal?

[Anuj] I mean, who was leading this operation?

Will you please tell us a bit about that?

Under the Honorable SP sir's leadership,

the Moba Police executed this operation.

Got it.

[classical music ringtone playing]

YOUR SAFETY IS OUR CONCERN, MOBA POLICE PRESS CONFERENCE

Yes, sir?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

Uh, the remaining information is in the press release.

[Angrez] Come on, let's go.

Sir... Hey, sir! I mean, uh...

There's a limit to all this ass kissing.

They should've at least called you on stage for a photograph or something.

It's fine.

Even if they would have called me, you know how I would have posed?

- [laughs] - Like this.

[both laughing]

Uh, wait.

Stop it!

Too many people are still here. You'll make breaking news out of us.

Hm?

Mujra News will say,

"An inspector and constable flirting at the press conference!"

- Oh, my God. - [both giggle]

[clears throat] Madam...

Uh-huh?

SP sir is calling you.

It's urgent, madam.

Coming.

Hm.

[chuckles]

[lively music]

[Angrez] Supposedly, we follow the Indian Penal Code.

But honestly, we have to work under the Indian Political Code.

[Narendra laughing]

Sir, you are an ocean of wisdom.

I need to deep dive into you.

[laughing]

[Angrez] How do these media guys reach the crime scene before we do?

Sir, sometimes they land up even before the crime.

Sir! Sir! Sir!

Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Hey, is the military in some kind of trouble, sir?

Come on, let's go.

[overlapping chatter]

- Hey, move back! - Why are you pushing the media?

- Stop touching me! - Move back, I said.

Are you trying to bring down the fourth pillar of democracy?

- Hey, dadda! - Huh?

If you are a pillar, try to stay in one place like a pillar.

No one will bother you.

[bird screeching]

Jai Hind, sir!

Sir, where did the crime occur?

[man] You see this tree?

Hanging right here was...

Uncle Hong.

Um, where is your honorable Uncle's dead body, sir?

SP!

[man] Uncle Hong is a breed!

Fifteen kilos each, and there were two...

stolen from here!

[bird screeches]

Uncle?

Not uncle. Kathal.

Two shiny, magnificent looking jackfruits!

Hey!

Don't laugh!

Better find my kathal before they ripen,

or all of you will pay!

Understand?

A daylight robbery and that in such a big MLA's house?

How useless is the police?

Yeah!

- These good for nothing fools. - [man] Go inside!

[quirky music]

- Where did Uncle Kong go? - Hong.

Uncle Hong, sir.

Sharma-ji, start investigating. Locate these kathals.

[hesitatingly] Um, sir, I might, um...

have to get operated soon. It's my appendix.

The thing is, sir, suddenly...

my stomach starts hurting very badly, sir.

Uh, uh, here... wait. No, no... here.

This is going to be a problem.

Not at all, sir.

Let's give this case to Inspector Basor.

Someone who can find a dangerous criminal like Veeru,

will find these kathals in a snap, huh?

Sir, catching criminals is one thing,

- but looking for kathal... - [Angrez] No ifs and buts.

The criminal has to be caught before the kathal ripens,

or somebody cooks it and eats it.

But, sir, we don't really have a case yet.

- [Basor] What do we write in the file? - If there's no case, make one!

Look...

As per Section 378,

file a case for aggravated burglary.

Yeah.

Sir, that will become a problem for us.

People will start reporting missing chickens, garlic and onions.

- [indistinct distant shouting] - [groans]

Please cooperate.

[upbeat music]

Thieves nowadays have no standard at all.

They're stealing kathal. Imagine that.

It's not like the police's standard is great either.

We're looking for kathal.

[theme music]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Wow.

Very nice.

This kathal pickle

is better than this whole feast laid out on the table, ah!

[laughs]

My dear Party President, sir.

This pickle was made with the Malaysian Uncle Hong jackfruit.

- Seriously? - Yeah!

See, our kathals don't have such fine fibers, do they?

Now I understand why the pickle keeps melting in my mouth

like a juicy Galouti Kebab!

[laughter]

Bahan-ji, the thing is,

if you have more of this pickle, please give me some.

Our CM sir's missus loves kathal pickles.

She can't resist it. She's a real fan.

Fill up two jars and bring them.

Actually, this is all that's left.

Who finished it?

Hm?

No! You don't worry about a thing.

Move aside.

[man] Look there.

Two new kathals.

- [Party President] Wow, they are huge. - [man] Yeah!

In a couple of days, I will get both of them pickled,

and bring them to Lucknow.

One full jar for you, and one jar for CM sir, huh?

If you could, uh, ask CM sir, and, uh, get me a minister's post...

Hm.

Ah, you're majesty.

First, deliver the pickle, eh?

- And listen. - Hm?

In politics, when nobility

and high thinking don't tickle, a jar of pickle does the job.

[laughs]

[laughter]

[laughter continues]

[Basor] Sir?

Sir!

Sir, we need some information.

- Step back. - Sorry?

Step back!

You're standing on my carpet with shoes on!

Who was the first to notice that the kathals are missing?

Today when I left for my morning walk...

[light music]

[grunting]

[suspenseful music]

Not my kathal!

Where did my kathals go?

[music stops]

Tell me which one of you was the last one to see the kathals on the tree?

Listen, when we came back from Chhanni's reception yesterday,

it must have been 12.

Were the kathals still there?

I didn't pay attention.

[suspenseful music]

It's not your fault, Daamaad-ji.

When I should have paid attention, even I didn't.

You suspect anyone?

I suspect many people.

But what to do? Innocent until proven guilty.

What is wrong with you?

[woman] You never think before you talk.

Pinky!

[Pinky] He gets offended by such small things.

[door slams]

Wait, listen!

Every time we are together...

If you don't mind, may I ask you something?

Why are these kathals so important for you, sir?

What is important... How they were stolen.

I have to tell you?

Then, Inspector, I wear your uniform.

What's wrong with this lady inspector?

She just walked right in!

Sprinkle Gangajal.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Come on. You can't even do this properly.

[constable] Did you find out anything?

None of them gives me a straight answer.

Then don't ask them a straight question.

Okay, forget all this, I'm very hungry.

Let's eat something. I brought your favorite Bardha brinjal.

- Wow, my handsome constable! - [chuckling]

But work first.

Then lunch. Hm?

[mutters]

- You're going to get me suspended. - [Anuj] Didi!

Oh, Didi!

- What's he doing here? - Please, please, please, please, come

Please just give me some information about what happened. Please.

Listen, first of all, I'm not your didi.

[Basor] I have enough brothers.

And second of all, until the investigation gets over, we will not say a word.

Uh...

And the third and last thing...

If you fall down from that wall,

don't you dare publish a headline saying,

"Police brutality breaks journalist's bones." Hm?

[stammers]

[cheeky music]

[sighs]

[Anuj] That bloody hell. Pankaj, just give me a hand.

[grunts]

Oh, my God.

This lady inspector seems quite a tough neck to crack.

No worries, Dadda. You won't forgive her for this.

[Anuj] Sheesh. Ants.

Let's go.

[Anuj] Hey, isn't this forensics guy that stoner Srivastav?

- [Pankaj] Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's him. - Stop, stop, stop, stop.

[Anuj] Get the camera! Get the camera!

Hey!

No camera. Turn it off.

Srivastav-ji.

I'm Anuj, your little brother, from Moba Samaachaar.

How are you doing, Anuj?

All good, thanks to you. Have you subscribed to Moba Samaachaar yet, sir?

I don't watch any news.

It gives me mental distress.

You should watch our news, Srivastav.

I'm telling you you will feel like you popped two pots of bhaang.

Your mind will be blown completely.

Tell me, have they found some black money in Pateria-ji's house, huh?

Yeah?

- Right now, no comment. - [mumbles]

If not a full comment, at least give us a teaser...

I swear to God I'll feel satisfied

that the Great Srivastav-ji's blessing is with me.

[giggles]

Naughty boy!

[Srivastav] Nek Singh, follow me.

[Srivastav] If the incident took place after 12,

then you should say it happened this morning.

It's an AM-PM thing.

Srivastav-ji.

- [Srivastav] Yeah? - [stammers]

The POP's ready.

You keep showing me the footprints,

- and I'll keep pouring it in. - Okay.

Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?

You want to destroy the footprints?

Go back. Go back.

You, come here.

[Nek Singh grunts]

- [grunting] - Here.

- [grunts] - This one.

Huh?

Sir, this looks like a cow's hoofprint.

Huh?

What?

Really?

[quirky music]

Are you mad?

You think this is a cow's hoofprint?

This print is the heel of a lady's sandal.

What?

You think the thief wore a lady's sandal to come steal the kathals?

You're really old fashioned.

- Why? - The thief can't be a woman?

[Srivastav] Don't they like kathal?

Don't they eat kathal?

Not where I come from.

- Why? - Well, because it...

feels like you're eating meat.

Pour.

Once upon a time,

madam's two karat gold bracelets went missing.

People were searching under the couch,

people were searching under the bed, and I went to the bathroom.

I saw the gold bracelets lying in the commode, shining away.

I put my hand in,

I pull the bracelets out.

Then, I threw the bracelets right at madam's feet.

Anyone else would've filch them, no one would suspect a thing.

You think I'd steal kathal, madam? Tell me. Tell me, madam.

Paneer Pasanda...

Fish Fry, Subz Miloni...

Oh, madam, gee, what do I not cook here?

But I dare you

check if I've ever stolen a bite even to check the salt.

And you're swinging the needle of suspicion towards me?

Unbelievable, madam.

Madam, I don't even eat kathal.

I'm allergic to it. You don't believe me, do you?

Do one thing, madam.

Make me eat some kathal right now, in front of you.

All over my body, everywhere, red splotches and blisters will appear.

Try and see, madam.

[Basor] Mishra-ji!

Stop grinding your tobacco.

And please look for evidence around the bungalow.

What, Basor Madam?

Now you are caught in this kathal case.

My brand new car has been stolen and we have no clue where it is.

Mishra-ji, you can see the pressure we're under.

For now, please just do what I'm asking you.

[cow mooing]

[Pinky] That's the parking...

and the main gate.

Come on, give it to me. You won't get it.

[Pinky] Why not?

Because all this is beyond you.

This is all modern technology. Now give it to me.

I understand modern technology. Don't try and teach me.

[Pateria] Daamaad-ji.

I have been noticing for a while.

You have been trying to dominate Baby too much.

Who do you think you are?

Who are you?

[Pinky] Heard that?

Now sit there quietly with that sulky face.

[Pinky snorts]

All right.

- I'm leaving. - Wait, daamaad-ji, where are you going?

Chhatarpur! I'm not some random nobody!

I'm MLA Gajendra Pratap Gajju's son.

Former!

[quirky music]

Former MLA.

And listen up, everyone!

As long as my jackfruits are missing,

nobody will set foot outside this house.

Or I'll hang them on the tree.

[cow mooing]

[clears throat]

With your permission, may I?

[Pateria] Hm.

[Pinky] That's the terrace.

[Pateria's wife] Oh, God!

All my papads are flying away.

I have to manage everything in this house!

Bindeshwari...

[Bindeshwari] None of them get up to do anything!

I have to do everything in this house!

[quirky music]

Mishra-ji, Mishra-ji, no peeing there, you're on camera!

[music stops]

Is there no camera in the garden that faces the tree?

Switch to Number 8.

[suspenseful music]

[Basor] Has someone covered the camera?

Seems like this thief is very cunning.

Oh God, our house has been robbed in broad daylight.

Papa-ji, I'm telling you. If you suspect someone,

just give them a little bit of electric shock.

They let me do everything.

[cow mooing]

MR. NAROTTAM VERMA, POOR PEOPLE'S PARTY WINS EVERYONE'S HEART, MOBA'S FAVORITE

BEST WISHES TO MUNNALAL PATERIA ON HIS BIRTHDAY

Which bloody moron put the holding on the camera, tell me?

Supul!

Lallu!

Yes, sir?

Sir, madam had told me that

your birthday month has passed.

So I should pull down the hoarding,

and when the scrap dealer comes, sell it to him.

So I kept it here.

Just because she said

so you will dump it in front of the camera?

You idiot, I'll skin you alive with my slipper today!

[Basor] Remember at Moradabad Training Center,

Subhedar sahab used to say...

[imitates Subhedar] ...that a hyena after a hunt,

and a thief after a theft, always...

- Runs away. - Mm.

Yeah.

[mysterious music]

Do we have any update on the gardener?

No, madam. Three days ago,

MLA sir had fired him from the job.

And his phone is also switched off.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Find out what village he's from.

Sure, madam. I'm on it.

[both murmuring]

- [phone ringing] - [grunts]

Good morning, pitaa-ji.

Good morning.

Why didn't you come for the Rudrabhishek yesterday?

Actually I've been quite busy with work for the last few days, that's why.

Busy? With that Basor girl still, huh?

Pitaa-ji, I've asked you so many times, please don't talk about her like that.

Her name is Mahima.

Saurabh, don't get carried away in love.

You think you can marry that low class girl

and bring her into our house?

Pitaa-ji, I have moved on from the caste system

and you should move on too.

But you are just a bloody constable.

And beneath that Basor girl.

Your marriage won't last for two days.

That inspector is going to rule over you.

Get it? Doesn't understand a thing.

[upbeat music]

[siren wailing]

POLICE

Mister, do you know where Birwa the gardener lives?

On top of that hill...

in a clearing between the trees.

[Basor] Birwa's house?

There you go. He's ran away.

- Kunti. - [Kunti] Hm?

Ask the cyber cell to find the gardener's last known location.

Okay, ma'am. I'll just...

[Angrez] Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, why not? Absolutely, sir.

Yes, sir. In fact, I have asked the team to carry a nice box with them,

and as soon as they find the kathal,

they should put them in the ice box so they won't ripen.

[Angrez] Thank you, sir.

Jai Hind, sir!

[Angrez breathes deeply]

[sighs]

Sir...

if you ask me, this problem has got a very simple solution.

- Go on, I'm listening. - Sir, we can buy two kathals

from the market.

wrap them both nicely in silver foil, and hand them to Pateria-ji with love.

No, no, no. It's not that simple.

Look, an Indian kathal and an Uncle Hong kathal are as different

as a Mysore Dosa is different from Mysore Pak.

Pateria-ji has sent me a photograph.

I am forwarding it to you.

[chimes]

Do you see the tree at the back? Just zoom into it.

[Basor] Mm.

Ah!

So these are Uncle Hong kathals.

We have to find these

before they ripen.

Or he's going to make the pickle, all of us.

Listen, Mahima, if you need more people,

arms, ammunition, weaponry, ask for anything you want,

but the kathals must be found.

Jai Hind, sir.

Hey, hey, hey.

Careful, Basor!

Sorry, sir.

You already have the weight of two big fat kathals on your shoulders.

[chuckles awkwardly]

Sir, whenever I see you, only one thought crosses my mind.

That all dead weight should be cut off.

What do you mean?

Sir, I'm talking about your appendix.

It's a useless thing, right?

Oh! [chuckles]

Anyway,

don't stress yourself with my unnecessary appendix.

In about half an hour, Prachand Singh Judev's son

will leave for his wedding procession.

Go and handle the crowd over there, huh?

[fanfare music playing]

[people cheering]

[indistinct chattering]

VAIBHAV SINGH JUDEV WEDS VIDYA THAKUR

[Kunti] Madam!

We found the gardener's phone's last known location.

Where was he last?

In Pateria-ji's bungalow, madam!

- We'll check it tomorrow. - Tomorrow? Okay.

- Hey, what are you doing? - Hey... listen!

Don't mess with them.

Why? Isn't that illegal?

It's a wedding full of political goons, you think they care?

Don't you see how sluggish they are?

We might end up being dead, target practice.

[people cheering]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Hey, constable!

- Get them out of here! - Oi!

Oi! Come! Come! Get out!

- Come on! - Sir, please, forgive me, sir.

- [indistinct shouting] - Sir! Sir, please don't!

- [thudding] - Sir, forgive me, sir!

Saurabh! Saurabh!

Saurabh!

What is this behavior?

Is he some kind of animal?

Leave, daada. Leave. Go kids. Go, go.

Go.

What were you doing, huh?

They... they were disturbing them, and...

You have a uniform.

Not a license to beat up old people.

Do you get that?

[gunshot]

[upbeat music playing]

[Pahad] Saw that Mishra-ji?

Now crows are teaching doves how to behave.

Let her try that with me.

I'll go to war with this Basor.

Even if I get suspended!

[spits]

POLICE STATION MOBA DISTRICT

MISSING

Madam.

"Searching for the missing. Missing since 18th of March.

Cash reward for the informer."

MAHIMA BASOR, INSPECTOR

There's an extra zero.

It's become one lakh.

Pahad Singh!

How many times have I told you

no scrolling social media while you're on duty?

Madam, he always does this.

Make it 10,000 and the rest of it is fine.

Okay, madam. I'll do it. So...

- Listen. - [Kunti] Yes, madam?

Who's this girl?

I don't know, madam, who she is.

Then find out.

Okay, madam.

[Kunti] So Pahad Singh, huh?

Will your daada give us the extra 90,000?

Bloody social media addict.

Madam.

[indistinct background chatter]

I'm feeling really bad after whatever happened last night.

There's no need to feel bad about anything.

You're an inspector and I'm a constable.

You have the right to say whatever you want.

No, I don't need one here.

[door creaks open, closes]

MISSING

- Saurabh baaboo... - Yeah?

May I propose something to you?

Tell me.

I'm in a lot of trouble.

What happened?

My daughter's wedding has been arranged...

- Ah! - And now the problem is

the groom's father said that...

unless they are given a car as dowry,

the groom will not come to the wedding.

You know, he, somehow, he will manage to buy a car.

- But it got stolen. - Oh, that's sad.

[indistinct background chatter]

- Actually, can I be honest with you? - [Saurabh] Hm?

I don't like these people who ask for dowry.

- Yeah. - Of course, that's right.

MISSING

Look at this.

My daughter's photo.

What do you think?

It's nice.

- My savior. - Hey, hey, hey!

- What are you doing? - Please, just marry my daughter.

- What? - And free me from those scoundrels!

- Mishra-ji, let go of my leg! - No, look.

I won't be able to give you a car.

But a motorcycle and TV, for sure. Even if I have to beg for them.

Mishra-ji, what nonsense are you talking about?

- You have to, please. - Mishra-ji is a Saryupareen Brahmin.

- The genius Brahmin. - Yeah.

Listen, I don't believe in the caste system,

- okay? - No, but...

[Saurabh] Give it to me.

I understand.

You want a police woman for a wife, don't you?

Huh?

My daughter is a...

Home Guard in Chitrakoot!

See? See?

She will neither dominate nor will she yell at you...

[chuckles] ...in front of people.

Think. Think about it, okay?

- Madam. - Hm?

I showed that photograph to...

- some of Pateria-ji's staff members. - Yeah?

That girl...

she's the gardener's daughter.

She came over sometimes to help her father out.

Do we know where the girl is?

No, madam. We don't.

Then, what do we know, Kunti?

Not much, madam.

Hey, stop, stop! Hey! Stop!

- Hey, what... - One minute.

Mahima-ji, my heartfelt pranaam.

What... what happened?

- You know that Pappu Tiwari, right? - Yeah.

- The sales tax fellow. - Yeah, yeah.

He is coming home this evening to have aloo bonda.

Oh! I'm really busy today.

Ah, shall I ask Jhalla Chaat wala?

It'll be piping hot when he brings it.

Kunti-ji, your aloo bonda is out of this world.

The Jhalla Bhalla is nothing.

[cheeky music]

Well, madam. Do you think we'll be done by evening?

Yeah. When there's a will, there's a way.

What do you say, madam-ji?

I can't really say. It might get late.

Okay, no problem. I'll ask Tiwari to come by at 8:30 then. Okay?

Who's this mummy?

Ah, poor thing, can't show her face.

Her daughter-in-law cut her nose off.

- I'm taking her for the hearing. - I see.

You don't be late, or I won't be able to show my face.

You want to keep making aloo bonda all your life, Kunti?

What will happen after your promotion?

Mahima madam, once I'm promoted, I'll get transferred, right?

Then my father-in-law,

and my husband, how will they both manage?

That's why, madam,

I've deleted the word "promotion" from my dictionary forever.

[chuckles]

- Shall we go, madam? - [chuckles]

[indistinct background chatter]

POLICE STATION MOBA DISTRICT

Sir! Sir!

My daughter's missing since yesterday.

Oh, yeah?

How old is she?

Sir, around 17, 18 years old.

- Hm. - This is her photo ID.

Sure.

According to this, she's more than 18 years old.

Listen, go home. Don't worry about her.

She'll come back on her own in a few days.

She must've gone with somebody.

- Go. - Sir, please. Look for her.

What, look for her?

Look. I'm telling you she'll be back.

- Sir. - You don't need to worry.

Sir, just... just once...

Listen, I'm speaking from experience. Don't worry. Don't stress about it.

And if she doesn't come back, then come and see us later.

Sir, please.

- [dog barking] - [boy gasps]

- [grunts] - [dog panting]

Nanaji, Nanaji, the police have brought a dog.

He won't bite me, will he?

No, no. It's just a sniffer dog.

It only bites those who steal things.

[Pateria] People who are traitors.

People who bite the very hand that feeds them.

People who are backstabbers.

Go, go. Go on.

Go, introduce yourself. You are Junior Pateria.

Really?

Is that how it is?

Then let's go outside.

Let's see who the dog bites.

Come on. Let the dog bite me.

- Daamaad-ji? - Daamaad-ji has lost it again.

Why do you need to say such things?

Has he started doing drugs or something?

Srivastav-ji, Rocket has found something here,

[stammers] Just a second. Hey!

[Srivastav] Nobody touch it. No, no, no, no. Don't touch!

- Don't touch it! - [Basor sighs]

- This must be the gardener's phone. - [Srivastav] No, no, no, no.

Don't touch. Don't touch. Move it. Move.

He wants the dog to bite me.

Call the damn dog. Let's see where the dog is.

Huh? Call him. Hey, bring the dog.

[Pateria's son-in-law] Gather all the dogs from all over Bundelkhand.

Come on, huh?

Bite. Come on. Come!

[mutters]

Listen, nobody's suspecting you. Why are you behaving like this?

- Come on, Daamaad-ji. - Why are you acting crazy?

[Bindeshwari] If he bites you, you'll get 14 injections.

So what? What do you people think of me?

My father is not an MLA anymore, so I'll steal kathals and eat them?

Sir, the gardener's phone was found in the bushes.

Ha! Show me.

[quirky music]

[Pateria] Hm.

Why did you fire him from the job?

The gardener was a very dangerous man.

I caught him bullying and scaring my innocent grandson.

So I told him, go and find work somewhere else.

Welcome to Moba Samaachaar!

I'm Anuj, your little brother,

presenting intellection with the kathal scandal,

the honorable Pateria sahab

in an exclusive and explosive conversations.

You know, for me, Uncle Hong kathal is not important.

I see.

What is important is law and order.

Imagine if an MLA's house can be robbed,

then how can the common man ever be safe?

So I am hereby requesting SP sahab, humbly, respectfully,

you need to catch the thief right away,

or you need to resign.

Go to Chitrakoot, play the jhaanjh, the sing the bhajan.

Pateria sahab, um... suppose your kathals don't come back to you,

then what will you do?

I am going to protest.

Stage a Satyagraha!

- And if the crowd gets angry... - Mm-hm.

...and becomes violent, and sets SP sahab's office on fire,

then it won't be my responsibility, Anuj, my son.

- I'm not some two-bit politician. - Mm-hm.

I've got 40,153 and 75 votes.

- 40,153 and 75 votes? - Listen.

The opposition called for a recount, remember?

Oh!

- Then I got 75 more votes in that. - Oh, yes, yes. Yes, yes.

- You heard the news. - Yes, yes. Absolutely.

You're absolutely right.

Breaking news! Only and solely on Moba Saamaachar!

Pateria sahab has issued an open threat!

And if you don't find his kathals, then the SP's office shall be set on fire!

Sir, why is Pateria-ji saying such things?

Why is he dramatizing such a small issue?

Mahima...

Living in the circus, you have to dance to the master's tune.

You just need to crack this case and I'll get you promoted.

- Do you want to be a DSP or not? - No, sir.

What?

Sir, more than my promotion, it's important that Saurabh gets promoted.

Who's Saurabh?

He's a constable, sir.

He's cleared the PAC written exam twice, sir.

But he doesn't seem to pass the interview.

Why are you so concerned about this constable?

Sir...

when we were both constables, we have liked each other since then.

ANGREZ SINGH RANDHAWA

We almost got married. But then, I got promoted.

Since then, either his family daunts him or his colleagues.

Oh.

You won't believe me, sir.

Whenever we go out to have Chaat,

the Chaat vendor tell him to stand behind me, sir.

Oh.

Now, because of all these stupid reasons,

the misunderstandings between both of us keep growing.

Okay. All right.

Just focus on finding the kathals before they ripen.

I'll make a special recommendation and get him a promotion.

You just work hard. The kathals have to be found.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Jai Hind, sir.

- ♪ In Mathura if you wish to stay ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

- ♪ In Mathura if you wish to stay ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

- ♪ If it's peace for which you pray ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

♪ In Mathura if you wish to stay ♪

- ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

- ♪ He who chants for all his days ♪ - ♪ He who chants for all his days ♪

- ♪ His problems disappear in a blaze ♪ - ♪ His problems disappear in a blaze ♪

♪ He who chants for all his days His problems disappear in a blaze ♪

♪ For Her name is all you need ♪

MISSING

♪ Only Her name will do the deed ♪

♪ For Her name is all you need Only Her name will do the deed ♪

♪ There is no one quite like Her She is the only Supreme Leader ♪

♪ A long, blessed life if you seek "Radhe, Radhe" is all you speak ♪

- ♪ In Mathura if you wish to stay ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

- ♪ In Mathura if you wish to stay ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

- ♪ If it's peace for which you pray ♪ - ♪ "Radhe, Radhe" is all you say ♪

This is Anuj, your little brother.

Kathal! Kathal! Kathal!

An innocent looking fruit which has created all over Moba chaos, chaos, chaos!

[reporters clamoring]

[Party President] Now what, Pateria-ji?

How will you make the pickle?

Your kathals have been stolen.

We have already found the culprit.

Even the cold-pressed mustard oil and masala are ready.

Once the kathals come, I will send you your pickle!

I swear!

I'm dying to eat that pickle again.

It has to be Uncle Hong.

I don't feel like touching any of the pickle now.

Yeah, yeah, You get that kathal and come over here.

If it's the one we are looking for, then you'll get 10,000 rupees.

Not this one, not this one.

Get back, get back, get back! Keep this one down.

One, two, three... It's not.

Take this away. No, none of these.

["Radhe Radehe" playing]

Yuck. Our kathals weren't this deformed. They were symmetrical.

Where did you find these local ones?

Look at this one, madam. Absolutely, perfectly symmetrical.

Hey, constable! Who asked you?

Take this trash away! Feed it to the cattle!

Check again. You must have something. Check.

POLICE STATION MOBA DISTRICT

[sobbing]

What are you doing, idiot? There's a camera right there.

You see that tree? Put it. Go, go, go.

Hurry up, go. Go.

[indistinct background murmuring]

[car approaching]

Madam, uh, he wanted to see you. He's very troubled.

Inspector, madam, please. Help me.

Hey, no, no, no. Get up, get up, get up.

- Kunti, just see what help he needs. - Yes, madam.

- Come. Come with me. - Come, let's go.

- Come, daada. Come in. - Come. Come, come.

MAHIMA BASOR, INSPECTOR

"Moba...

District..."

KUNTI PARIHAR

[Kunti] What is this?

You are drunk and you come to the police station to file a report?

Huh? Do you want me to break your bones?

I don't normally drink.

But I got drunk because I'm in pain.

[Kunti] Sure! You just need an excuse to drink.

Where are you from?

Karehra.

But I used to work here in Moba.

What kind of work?

[man] I'm a gardener, madam.

A gardener, where?

At Pateria sahab's house.

[suspenseful music]

What are you saying?

Is your name Birwa?

- Yes. - Great!

- Put him in the lockup at once, hurry! - Huh? What?

[Kunti] Move it. Go. Put him straight in the lock up!

- [Birwa] What are you doing? - [Kunti] Come on.

[Birwa] What happende? Why are you locking me up?

Mahima!

[cell door closes]

Mahima...

Sir! Good news, sir. We have captured our suspect.

[chair creaking]

[Basor] Don't try to lie to us.

Just tell us honestly where are you hiding those kathals!

Come on, daada!

Tell us or madam will beat you up with a stick! Come on!

[Kunti] Speak up!

What do I say when I don't know anything?

I came here with my problem and you put me in jail.

Don't you lie to me.

Just two days before the kathals were stolen,

weren't you fired from Pateria sahab's house?

Yes.

But I did not do anything wrong.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What are you doing? I just got those!

I'm going to throw your motor car into that compost pit over there.

[boy] Mommy! Mommy!

What's wrong, baby? What happened?

- This Birwa said... - [Pinky] Yeah?

[boy] He wanted to throw me into that compost pit over there.

[Pinky] Really, Birwa?

Idiot! You want to cut down my family tree?

No, maalik. I was just saying it as a joke.

A joke?

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'll show you what's funny. Come!

- [mutter angrily] - No, maalik. No, no. No, no.

[shrieks] What the...

That asshole's trying to outsmart me?

- [Pateria] You bloody sheep piss! - Sorry. I was really joking, maallik.

Don't show me your face again!

[Basor] So the MLA humiliated you.

Yes.

And that's why, to take revenge, you went and stole his kathals, hm?

Honestly, madam,

I've just been looking for my daughter for two days now.

[sobbing]

Where is she?

[goat bleats]

[Birwa] Have you seen Amiya?

[woman] No, she didn't come here.

She's a young girl now.

You should keep an eye on her.

You go off to Moba for work and she keeps roaming around here.

Go look in the sugarcane fields.

At this time, girls like her usually go there to have some fun.

[Birwa] Amiya!

Amiya!

Amiya!

Amiya!

When people lose wallets and phones, they come running to the station.

Your daughter's gone missing and you show up after two days!

I did come, madam.

But I was told to go away.

Who told you to go away?

[Basor] Tell me!

Who was it? Don't be scared.

That constable.

[dramatic music]

Come on, get up.

Come. Come this way.

Mm.

Please, sit.

[Kunti] Sit down. Relax.

[opera ringtone music plays]

Hello?

Did you find the kathals?

[Angrez] They haven't ripened, right?

Sir, I don't think the gardener stole those kathals.

What difference does it make what you think or you don't think?

Sir, but the gardener himself is in trouble.

His daughter has gone missing.

I had asked for a fruit punch. This is a sweet lime juice.

[staff] Sorry, sir.

Now, listen carefully.

I've called for a press conference tomorrow morning

to present the gardener in front of the media.

And listen, you will address this press conference, not me.

But sir, if the journalists ask me where the kathals are, what do I say?

Oh, fool, can't you make up something yourself?

Do you want me to spoon feed you everything?

[Angrez] You are leading this investigation.

Behave like a leader.

[line cuts]

Put him back inside again.

- Come. - What?

- Come. - [Kunti] Come.

What is this inside-outside game you are playing with me?

[Kunti] Come. Keep moving.

[Birwa] No, madam!

POLICE STATION MOBA DISTRICT

Mahima-ji, a very good evening!

If my wife is done, may I take her home?

Actually, Tiwari-ji is waiting at home to have aloo bonda, so...

Please take her. Why only aloo bonda?

Bhajias, samosas, dosas, she'll make everything.

Because she comes here to relax. At least she'll go home and work.

What is wrong with your madam today?

[grunts]

- Dammit. - [car door opens]

- [car door closes] - [Kunti sighs]

I'll pick them up.

Mahima.

[somber music]

[car engine starts]

[somber music]

What is it?

Can we sit and talk?

What do we talk about, Saurabh?

You beat up the poor.

You don't file their reports.

Don't you feel their pain?

You're right, I made a mistake.

Just working out in the gym

and walking around with a stick doesn't make you a good police man.

Now, because of this mistake of yours,

God knows where the gardener's daughter must be.

And tomorrow, I have to present the gardener

in front of the media as a criminal.

Sorry, Mahima.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have you suspended.

I'll give you more than one reason.

[sobs]

[Basor] You know what Saurabh?

There's a huge wall between both of us.

And I try my best to knock it down everyday.

But you...

whenever you get an opportunity,

you end up adding more bricks to it.

[somber music]

Mahima.

[Saurabh] Remember what Subedar sahab used to say?

If a constable makes a mistake

and he accepts that he made a mistake,

then forgive him.

Because now, you have a better constable.

Mahima, please forgive me.

I made some karonde chutney for you.

Please have some.

[motorcycle engine starts]

[door opens]

IDENTITY CARD

MISSING

[uplifting music]

See! My daughter's photo in jeans and a top.

- [tires screech] - See this...

She's even got a modern haircut, Baba.

- Look, look, look, look. - [door closes]

Just take a look!

- Mishra-ji! - [both gasp]

- Bring Birwa to see me. - [Mishra] Yes, ma'am.

Mishra-ji, you can leave. Close the door behind you.

Please sit.

Not there, sit up here.

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

From Honorable MLA Pateria-ji's residence,

on the night of 18th March, two kathals were stolen.

The police has been looking for the thief who had stolen them,

and today, we have had a major breakthrough in this case.

This Birwa Lal, son of Ghisu Lal,

from Karehra...

He states that his...

He states that his daughter, Amiya, who's 18 years old, has stolen it.

[upbeat music]

The girl is absconding, but the police is going to find her at the earliest.

- Namaskar. - Oh, Didi.

Oh, sorry. Madam.

- How soon do you think you will catch her? - At the earliest.

Oh, bhaiya. Hope the police is not pressurizing you to say this.

No, no. She is the thief.

[crowd murmuring]

[Angrez] Now, where did this girl come from?

You know, you complicated this kathal case more than a pigeon's intestines.

Didn't I tell you to blame it on the gardener and wrap the damn case up?

Basor, before making such decisions, you should seek advice from your seniors.

But sir himself told me

behave like a leader.

All that is okay, but...

because of the kathal fiasco, the police's image is being tarnished.

Finding the kathals is more important than breathing right now.

I don't think so, sir.

- What? - Hm?

Finding that girl is more important.

'Cause if we find the girl, then we...

We will find the kathals.

Oh! Both are interconnected.

Correct.

Correct, sir.

[yawns]

Pahad Singh!

Yawn on your own time.

Go to all the hotels in the district now,

and see if someone brought a girl named Amiya there.

What did you say her name was? Damiya?

[Basor] Not "Damiya", "Amiya".

Listening to dirty jokes on those cheap earphones of yours all day

has made you totally deaf.

Mishra-ji.

Have you spoken to the gardener's relatives?

I spoke to two, three. The girl was not there.

Uh, the rest didn't answer their phone.

Wow!

- So you didn't even try again? - No.

[Basor] Go and call them again!

Send the girl's picture to the checkpoints.

- Okay. - [Kunti] Hm.

If something could be done about my car, madam...

Mishra-ji...

I will buy you a new car.

But in the middle of all this, don't cry car-car please.

[Basor] Please go.

And what do I do, madam?

You're free to go.

Madam, this is the file on all the missing girls

you had asked for.

You're still here?

[door closes]

[somber music]

Is there a pattern on these kidnappings?

No, madam. No action was ever taken.

These girls just remained on file and must be suffering wherever they are.

[Basor] We won't let Amiya become just another page on this file, Kunti.

♪ Set sail, get going ♪

♪ Set sail, get going ♪

♪ Set sail, flow like a river ♪

[man] A-ha! Hello!

I'm not supposed to give, I have to receive! You have to take 1,500.

No, no. I mean, I have to take.

- Oh, bhaiya! - [man] I have to take 1,500!

- Hello, listen! - Oh, sh...

[Saurabh] What the hell is wrong with you?

- Uh, none... - How can you just stand

- on anybody's bike like that? - It was an important phone call,

and there was no network on my phone, so I stood on the bike. I'm sorry, okay.

- Yeah, hello? - So go climb the mobile tower and talk.

[upbeat music]

[Saurabh] Mobile tower!

- Madam. - Mm.

- Madam. - Hm?

I really have to go to the bathroom.

Oh, hold it for a while now.

[Basor] Do we have a contact in this Karehra village?

That reporter Anuj. Remember him?

- Yeah. - His wife is from here.

- [Basor] Call him right now. - [Kunti] Sure, madam.

[man] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! The police is coming!

Sir! Sir, I need data from a mobile tower in Karehra village, sir.

- Do you have the permission letter? - No, sir. I don't have any letter.

Wow!

If I keep distributing mobile data to any constable who walks in here,

then we are done for!

No, if you could just make an exception this time.

- Out. - What?

Out!

They think the cyber cell is a bloody cyber cafe.

[upbeat music]

- Madam! - Hm?

If I tell you the name of a village,

will you be able to pull out its mobile tower's data form?

- Mm-hm. - Okay, so...

You're still here?

Sir, just... just five minutes, sir. You go inside.

The name's Karehra. Karehra village. Ka-Karehra. Karehra.

- Somebody, throw him out! - Sir... Sir, sir...

[clanging]

That was not the plan.

[Anuj] I have realized journalism is such a thankless job.

No money, no rest. You only earn respect.

Respect does not pay the bills, does it?

- But, daada... - Hm?

Why has Basor madam called us?

She probably wants to bribe us with 500 or 1,000 rupees

to shut us and Moba Samaachaar, what else?

Meaning?

Meaning, after the press conference was over and I looked at her and smiled,

- she understood? - What?

That I know everything.

Meaning?

Meaning, this whole fake story that she has come up with

about the gardener and his daughter.

- It's absolutely clear to me. - What?

Not only is the story fishy,

it's a whole bloody fish market.

♪ Get going Make your way, like a river ♪

Out!

[mutters]

♪ Flow like the river You are the boat ♪

♪ You are its helm too ♪

♪ Set sail, get going ♪

- [Saurabh] Srivastav-ji, namaskar! - Namaskar! How are you, Dwivedi?

- I'm well, sir. Chain? - Move.

- Yes, sir. - Let him do it.

Now, wait and watch.

When a fit and fine constable touches a chain, it will jump back into it.

[Saurabh] Oh, sahab!

That's very sweet of you, sir.

But if you ask me, let a man be... born as anything.

A turtle, a worm, anything, but never a constable.

I agree with him.

Shut up! Damn fool.

Why, daada? Why'd you say that?

Sir, a constable doesn't really have any importance in our system.

Why do you think like that, hm?

You're very important.

A pawn. Do you know what a pawn is in chess, huh?

It is very powerful.

If the pawn wants, it can shake up the king and win the game.

Very good!

- It's done, sir. - It's done.

Very good! Thank you so much!

Sir, it's your kindness that makes you say that.

I just went in to ask for some data.

Pathak-ji told me to get lost.

- Really? - Yeah.

- He said no? - Yeah.

- Let me, sir. - How are you, Pathak?

Looks like you're losing it by the minute.

Srivastav-ji!

He has to catch a criminal. He needs data from you.

And you're trying to bully my boy?

- He did, sir. - Uh...

[Srivastav] Shall I tell him that story?

Uh, which story, sir?

- I'll tell you. - Okay.

Rememeber? In the Barabanki cyber cell,

you were caught watching a porn film?

I have the CCTV footage.

So what happened was, it was raining and...

All right, Srivastav sahab, please!

- Uh, Vimla madam. - [Vimla] Yes, sir?

- See what this nice boy needs. - [Vimla] Hm.

- Go son, she'll help you. - Thank you, sir.

- Madam. - Hm?

Madam, basically from the 12th of March till the 18th of March

within Karehra village,

whichever non-local numbers have been active, I need all those details.

[mutters]

- Okay. - Yeah.

[upbeat music]

[Saurabh] Mm.

Listen, I really have to pee. Open the door.

Madam.

Do not be afraid. We need important information from you.

Please cooperate with us.

- Turn the camera off. - Huh?

Moba, Moba... Moba Saamaachar.

- Turn the camera off. - Oh, madam.

- It has to be covered, right? - Let's go, daada.

"Kathal scandal. Police leaving no stones unturned."

What will you show in the news, Anuj-ji?

No one in here in Lal's village want to talk to us.

What, really?

Well, I'm at your service, madam. I am here, what's to fear?

Get the stuff, Pankaj-ji. Come on. Come, please. Come, come.

Come, madam.

[Anuj] Mind the buffalo.

Careful.

And this here is my in-law's house.

It's a 150 year old house.

Fourteen rooms, four balconies,

- sixteen windows and eight doors in all. - And bathroom?

[stammers] Oh, over there. Over there.

[woman] No, no, no. Don't go over there.

- Just come upstairs. - Oh, sorry.

This is my brother-in-law.

Namaste. Namaste, madam.

- And this here is his wife. - Namaste.

And my brother-in-law is such an expert Ramtula player.

That almost twice he got Award of the Padma Shri, but he missed it.

[Anuj chuckles] Hey, Prabhu!

- [Prabhu] Yes? - Come on, let's have

one of your amazing performances.

So that madam and her team's mind gets completely refreshed,

like there in the garden.

I'll play right away.

- [Prabhu chuckles] - [murmurs]

[Pankaj] Should I record this, daada?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

[Ramtula playing out of tune]

[dog barking in distance]

[Basor] Namaste.

This girl has been missing for three days now.

Have any of you seen her around?

This girl, she's Amiya.

- She is very cunning. - Oh.

[Prabhu's wife] She used to flaunt her torn jeans all over the village.

Some roadside Romeo must have taken her away.

You mean to tell me, if my pants get torn, someone can easily take me away, too?

You're such a big police officer, madam. Nobody can take you away.

Was this girl studying in school with both of you?

Yeah, but she hasn't come to school in three days.

She would hardly ever come, and whenever she did,

she would sit at the back and eat Madhushree only.

Madhushree tobacco?

Yeah.

Amiya? She's quite a thief, madam.

Sometimes she would steal mangoes or berries.

[man] Can these low caste people ever go without stealing anything?

Tell me, madam. You think I'm wrong?

What is your name, bhai sahab?

Brahmadatta Pandey.

Pandey-ji, can you read what's written on my nametag?

I don't know how to read or write, madam.

No wonder.

Pandey-ji, this nametag says, "Mahima Basor."

"Inspector."

And I don't steal things from people.

In fact, I send thieves to prison.

♪ Let hope fill your heart Break the doors open ♪

♪ Today ♪

♪ Set sail, get going ♪

♪ Set sail, get going ♪

SPECTACLES ONLY

What can I show you, sir?

Spectacles or sunglasses? One with blue outside and plain inside?

Can you call Chandulal?

Call him. I need to question him.

Namaste.

Chandulal-ji, is this ID card yours?

Hm.

There are three SIM cards registered on this.

See? These numbers. Are they yours?

Babu-ji doesn't keep a mobile phone.

He's strictly against using them.

- [men] Yeah. - Was I talking to you?

Is your name Chandulal?

- But sir, I was... - Still bloody talking!

Sir Chandulal-ji,

what were you doing in Karehra village on the 18th,

hm?

Why do you shake your head every time I ask you something?

Something stuffed in your mouth?

- Our father won't speak. - Why won't he speak?

- He just won't speak. - What do you mean he won't?

If I take him to the station, he'll scream from everywhere!

"Our father won't speak!"

Do you know what your saying?

Our father has kept a vow of silence for 12 years now.

[Chandulal's son] And you want him to break it? Get out! Leave!

Idiot, your father's been womanizing under this veil of silence.

Hey, how dare you say that?

- Come here! - I'm serious. I'm telling you... Hey!

We have promised non-violence to anyone.

That's why I'm not fighting back!

Or else, I'd hammer you right here.

[grunting]

LEKHNI DEKHNI OPTICALS

Slam him!

Move, move, move!

CHAURASIA TOBACCO STORE

[humming]

- What's up, bhaiya? - Madam, namaste!

- Namaste! - Yes?

Can you make us a good Paan?

Yeah... yeah, madam. How will... Uh, you will have a sweet one, right?

- No. - [fly buzzing]

- A 120 kimam ilaayachee. - Okay.

[Basor] And add some Madhushree for us.

You'll have some?

[Kunti] Don't feel like it today.

Uh, madam. Uh, I don't have any Madhushree.

- You don't have any Madhushree? - It's actually not allowed, right?

So I don't keep any here.

Let it be.

- He's ruining my whole mood. - Yeah. Mm-hm.

- Let's go. - Uh, wait, madam. One minute.

What I'm trying to say is...

for special customers like you, I always keep a little.

Now, why should I hide it from you? Here. [chuckles]

- A-ha! - [vendor] I just couldn't tell you before.

Here you go, madam.

[vendor] Your Paan.

- Hey, tell me something. - Yes, madam?

[Basor] Has this girl ever come to buy Madhushree from you?

[stammers] Uh, uh... No, madam. Who's this?

Look properly.

IDENTITY CARD

Uh, madam!

I don't sell tobacco and cigarettes to children.

I just keep it for the sp...

- She's asking you nicely. - Yes.

Don't you dare lie.

I'm not lying, really.

If you do, she'll trash you with a stick.

Uh, but I'm not lying to you, madam. Believe me.

Madam, may I just go to the toilet and come...

Come here. I'll make you pee here right now.

Please be careful, madam.

Okay, okay. I'm telling you. I'm telling you.

Twenty rupees, twenty rupees, every item only for twenty rupees.

- [vendor humming] - Rinku!

- Hey, Rinku! - What is it?

Give me a Madhushree.

First, pay me what you owe me.

I pay you. My dad's salary comes, I'll pay.

Now, give me one.

Get lost or I'm going to hit you with this. Go!

[indistinct background chatter]

Give me some Madhushree.

[mischievous music]

[music stops]

[Rinku humming]

- [bell ringing] - [indistinct shouting]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Here.

[man 1 humming]

Can I have one of those?

Mm-hm.

Here.

[humming]

Pick some shades,

you'll look like a heroine. Heroine.

I would love to, but I don't have money.

[snickers]

Who's asking you for money?

Mm?

Amazing.

[man] Nora Fatehi!

There are more inside. Come.

[humming]

[Rinku] Madam.

Then I got busy with a customer, and by the time I was done,

then neither was the Nano there nor the girl, madam.

Hey, bhaiya, uh, was the Nano's number 5693, eh?

- [Rinku] Uh, madam... - Mishra.

Whatever I saw and heard, I've honestly told you everything.

So what you're saying is, the sunglasses boys took her?

Uh, madam, how can I tell you for sure?

Whether they took her,

or she went with them.

Madam, but that girl is really very smart.

Very smart.

[fly buzzing]

- Control room, come in. - [indistinct radio chatter]

Check all CCTV cameras in the city.

We are looking for a pink Nano on the 18th of this month, please.

Madam, please tell them about mine also, 5693.

Hey, where did Anuj disappear?

Madam, he's gone on his motorbike towards Birwa's house.

[suspenseful music]

You wait over here.

[engine starts]

Just tell us the truth, is your daughter the thief or not?

So now you're feeling shame and regret

that your daughter has been branded as a thief because of you?

[Anuj] Do you have anything to say?

[tires screech]

[motor engine revving]

[panting]

Please...

Please forgive me, madam.

- I couldn't lie. - [sighs]

Have you lost your goddamn mind? Don't you want your daughter to be found?

[sobbing]

[somber music]

- Should we start, daada? - [Anuj] Yeah.

Namaskar, friends! This Anuj, your brother...

- Uh, uh... cut, cut, cut... - What happened?

I forgot to say, "little brother."

Let's go again, hm?

Namaskar, friends! I'm your brother, little Anuj... Shit. Shit.

Damn!

Ever since we've got this scoop, my speech has gone for a toss.

Daada, just do one thing. Don't take the first line.

- What? - I'll copy paste it from an old episode.

So you mean, I should directly start from the line,

- "sensational lies of the police?" - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Perfect.

- Okay, all right. Let's go. - Ready?

[Anuj] Oh, madam!

[door closes]

You're chasing the wrong story, Anuj-ji.

The gardener will say anything to protect his daughter, right?

And the police will say anything to protect their own ass, right?

Madam, please let us both do our job here.

And can you please let us do our job?

Listen...

You want sensational news, right? I'll give it to you.

My name can't be revealed.

Madam, we journalists also have some principles.

We will die before we let our source's name escape our lips.

You should trust us, madam.

[light music]

What?

How?

Madam... [stammers]

Saurabh got beaten up in a fight.

- What? Where? - Yes.

DRESSING ROOM

Where did you get your head smashed up?

When I got a week's report on Karehra's mobile tower pulled out.

I felt that most of the numbers that were active,

they were all local.

- Hm? - But then, three numbers were there.

That were non-local. Here.

This. Those three numbers are on this.

Um, they were all registered to the same man,

and all activated on the 18th.

I got suspicious.

So I went to check and I found out that

he and his three friends ran a spectacle shop.

And do they go to different villages to sell spectacles?

Uh, I tried to question them.

And this is what they did to me.

And you didn't try to defend yourself?

Listen to me, Saurabh.

Come on, look at me.

Why didn't you?

The day you got upset with me,

I realized that you were right.

So I swore I'd never raise my hand again.

[gentle music]

My handsome constable!

I'm proud of you.

I'm not a bad police, Mahima.

You can't be a bad policeman.

Because you're a good man.

[rhythmic tense music]

Kidnapping is seven years.

Beating up a policeman is two years.

What else?

Madam, attempt to murder!

Yeah.

That's minimum ten years.

So all in all, you'll be behind bars for at least 19 years.

[sobbing] Babu-ji!

And now you want to talk to Babu-ji?

First of all tell us, where is that girl?

- Which girl, bhaiya? - Oh?

[sighs] They're not understanding.

- [Kunti] Mm. - Take them to the station.

- Let's go. Come on. - Hey, come, come. Come here.

[Basor] Let's go.

You're in the fourth stage of your life.

You want to spend it in prison, huh? Come, get him up.

- [Saurabh] Come on, get up. - Bloody asshole!

Bhoora!

- Who said that? - Babu-ji spoke.

- His voice has changed so much. - Yeah.

Who's Bhoora?

Inspector madam, he used to work in our shop.

[Chandulal] He had access to my ID and other documents.

He must've used Babu-ji's ID to buy those SIM cards.

- Where is he now? - Two weeks ago,

he stole a lot of spectacles from here.

And also some cash and ran away.

And look, these three idiots have no clue what happened.

Fuck off. You moron. Get lost!

- Then why didn't you file a report? - What would I write in the report?

[Chandulal's son] Why would he file a report?

That Bhoora... Actually, Babu-ji is diabetic,

so he would bring pure Khoya Jalebis and use it to control him.

Nobody controls me!

Do you have his address or anything?

[mutters] Nobody knows anything about him.

Do you have CCTV cameras here?

Our Babu-ji has always been against modern technology.

- Saurabh... - Hm?

Charge them all with assaulting a policeman

and get the location of the three SIM cards traced.

- Okay. - Pick them up. Let's go.

- Come on... - [overlapping chatter]

- [officer] Madam... - [Basor] Yeah?

On the 18th, around 3:10 p.m., this Nano took a left

from Pannilal crossing and went to Alha Square.

Hm.

This looks like my Nano.

It's headed towards Chhatarpur. Do you have footage from the toll booth there?

- [officer] Yes. - Show me.

- [phone ringing] - [indistinct chatter]

Pause, pause, pause.

Zoom into it.

[Mishra] "5693".

"5693!"

All right, this is my Nano!

[chuckles] This is my Nano!

- Madam! This is my Nano! - Mishra-ji! Mishra-ji!

Mishra-ji, control yourself. You're in the control room.

[mutters] Sorry.

That's Amiya!

- [Saurabh] Madam. - [Basor] Huh?

Madam, uh, I checked the SIM cards. They've all been switched off.

But we have their last known location in Chhatarpur, Madhya Pradesh.

Hm. Inform the MP police.

- Tell them we are coming. - Yeah, all right.

Madam!

- Are we really... - Hm?

...going to Chhatarpur tomorrow?

Yeah, why?

The thing is, it's my husband's birthday tomorrow, madam.

[chuckles]

Yeah, all right.

So we'll request the criminals,

"Guys, just hang on for a day.

Let Kunti madam celebrate her husband's birthday,

then we'll come."

Okay?

Listen.

Mark locations on the map for oil petrol pumps,

toll booths and dhabas on the way to Chhatarpur and bring it along.

Okay.

Madam, have you seen this?

It's all over the news.

SP sir is done for.

Hi, I'm Anuj, your little brother.

Where are Moba's 43 missing daughters?

What state of mind is the police administration in?

Frustration? Frustration? Or is it just constipation?

[phone ringing]

Yes, sir.

[Angrez] Have you seen the news?

What is this circus, Basor?

I've had 20 phone calls from Lucknow.

How did that journalist get all this information?

I don't know, sir.

You should know all this, Basor!

[Anuj on TV] What state of mind is the police administration in?

Go and arrest Anuj.

[Anuj] Frustration? Or is it just constipation?

Sir!

I'm giving you an order, just follow it.

Like I'm following orders given to me.

[siren wailing]

[Anuj] Hey, Babloo's mother!

Come on, I'm going to be on National TV for the first time,

and you're stuck in the bloody kitchen.

I'm coming!

You're like a cooker's whistle, blowing up all the time.

[Anuj] Just shut up and sit right here.

- Oh. - Silently.

- Okay. - Don't sneeze, don't fart.

- You also sometimes. - Just watch the show.

- Oh. - [Pankaj] Look there.

[reporter] Now for some disturbing news from Moba, UP

where our reporter Anuj Sanghvi has uncovered a media story

of the mysterious disappearance of young women.

[Anuj] Like the wind, she blows.

Like a kite, she sewed. Where did she go? Find her!

Daughters are disappearing.

Parents' hearts are tearing apart.

But the authorities have decided to just ignore them.

19-year-old Sunita, 16-year-old Mamata,

Neelu, Babli, Lagdi, all 14 years old.

Guddi, Rashida, 8 years old! Just imagine the list.

The list is very, very long.

I am Anuj Sanghvi from Moba, with Cameraman Pankaj

- for Naya Bharat News! - [applause]

[Anuj and wife] Yes!

- [Anuj wife's chuckles] - Hm?

Oh, welcome, welcome!

Our piece was on TV just now. [laughs]

[Anuj] Namaste.

Anuj-ji...

On, uh... charges of conspiring to defame the nation,

we've been ordered to arrest you.

What?

[cackles]

[Anuj] Wow, wow!

Amazing, amazing!

I just made it to national TV today,

and now I will go international as well.

Hey, Pankaj! Come on, record everything.

- [Pankaj] Okay, daada. - And put it online immediately, okay?

[chuckling]

Daada!

Comrades! I am Anuj, your little brother from Moba Saamaachar here!

- I request all my brothers and sisters... - All right, move, move, move.

...hey, you should come visit me in jail too.

It's my humble appeal to the nation and the world.

Please go now and subscribe to our channel right away,

so that you keep getting all updates

and keep up with all the action,

and see what happens to me!

[Anuj] No. Don't worry, don't cry.

Just take care of yourself and the children.

- I'll come back soon, no? - [Anuj's wife] Where are you taking him?

[engine starts]

[Anuj's wife sobbing]

[indistinct chattering]

[siren wailing]

Hey, Chhatarpur, Chhatarpur, Chhatarpur!

Yeah?

- Okay, get in. - Where the hell is Kunti?

- God knows. - Call her.

[indistinct PA announcement]

Excuse me.

Let's go, madam.

- Why so late, Kunti? - [Saurabh mutters]

[Basor] Do you have a sense of time or not?

Now, what do I tell you, madam?

I made a cake for my husband's birthday. But in my hurry,

the cake became hard. So my husband said,

"I need a chisel and hammer to eat this."

Then I had to start all over again and make another cake for him.

Fine.

[Mishra] Should we have some chicken on the way?

[Saurabh] Mishra-ji, you're talking about work and you're talking about chicken.

[Balbir] You are asking for cooperation?

Mahima-ji, the MP Police will roll out a red carpet for you.

- Please sit. - [rings]

Go run and fetch something cold for her.

You are wearing a very beautiful ring.

Are you married?

If you could hurry up, please?

[chuckles] Yeah.

[Balbir mutters]

Why did you join the police force?

You should have been a model or something.

Because I've always loved breaking people's bones.

[chuckles]

[laughs]

Oh, wow! Excellent.

Here you go.

- [Balbir] Chhatarpur's famous popsicle. - No, no. Thank you.

Ah...

[indistinct background chatter]

You have maintained your figure quite well.

Listen, Bundela-ji!

This is a high-profile case.

You know Moba's MLA, Honorable Pateria-ji,

his house has been robbed, hm?

And do you know who Pateria-ji is?

Chhatarpur's ex-MLA Gajendra Pratap Gajju's sons's father-in-law.

So please speed up the permission,

or else I'll have to go and inform him

that Chhatarpur's Station In Charge was busy sucking a popsicle.

Oh, no. Uh, wait... uh, no, no, no, no.

You... you are talking about the kathal case, right?

- Yes. - You should've told me before.

- Here you go. - Hm.

We'd be quite grateful if you could please arrange a vehicle for us.

[Balbir] It's been abandoned.

No one has come to claim it for one and a half years.

But it's in top condition.

You can take it.

And when you're done with it, just bring it back and park it here.

[quirky music]

Come on, drive faster.

The pedal is through the floorboard.

They've handed us a piece of junk. There's no power at all.

- Madam... - Yeah?

The AC is blowing hot air. Shall I open the window?

Yeah, go ahead.

[Mishra grunting]

[glass shatters]

[cow mooing]

[giggles]

- [Kunti] Great! - Let's hope when we reach,

we are not just riding the chassis.

[laughter]

- Madam... - [Basor] Yeah?

- [Kunti] There's a lodge up ahead. - [Mishra] Should we eat something there?

[Kunti] Have some patience.

Did this girl stay here a couple of days ago with three boys?

Madam-ji, I know my lodge may be called, "Love Bird Lodge,"

but we don't allow any lovebirds to stay here.

[petrol bunk owner] These bastards!

They were smoking cigarettes here.

When I tried to stop them, they acted smart with me.

How much petrol did these guys fill?

Uh, about...

Uh, 200 rupees worth.

[owner] Here, one more?

- [Kunti muttering] - [owner] Yeah, you go and take this also.

[indistinct shouting]

Sir, you can check as much as you want.

For the last three or four days,

not a single pink colored Nano has passed from here.

How do you know?

I mean, how can you be so sure about it?

Sir, I run a dhaba.

I keep one eye on all the poori that are being cooked,

and the other one on all the cars which are passing by.

Which means they are...

somewhere between that petrol pump and this tower.

[Bhoora] You fucking idiot!

You know this is the first time we are kidnapping someone.

Should've gotten a better car instead...

instead of this toy!

It's a brand-new car, Bhai.

What did you want? An airplane?

[Bhoora] Brand new, my ass.

Well, listen.

It's not like we are professional gangsters or something.

During Corona, we were laid off from our company.

So we became unemployed, and because of that, we took up this work.

- Okay now, wipe your tears. - [Amiya sobbing]

And listen, you see that packet? Go get some coriander from it.

Go, I'll make you some tasty noodles today.

You like chilies?

I'll put two more.

Where did the masala go?

Found the coriander?

Oh, no! Bhoora, look!

[man] The girl is running away! Go catch her, quickly!

Then why are you standing there jerking off? Go after her!

- Oh, my... - Hey, stop!

[Bhoora] Run, run, run, run. Faster!

- Catch her from that side! Run! - Yeah, yeah. I am running.

[groaning]

- [Bhoora] Hey, girl! - [indistinct shouts]

[rhythmic tense music]

- [Bhoora] Don't let her get away! - [Amiya grunting]

[shouting continues]

[panting]

[shrieking]

[Bhoora] Flash, flash! Turn the flash on!

- Turn the flash on. - [man 1] I'm trying. I'm trying.

- [man 2] Come here, coward. Come here. - [man 1] I'm scared of the dark.

Come on. It's too dark here.

I can't see anything.

[indistinct shouts]

There she is!

[Bhoora] Don't forget where she is! Catch her!

[Amiya grunts]

[overlapping shouts]

- [Bhoora] Run faster! - [man 1] Pull me, I'm tired!

[kidnappers grunting]

Hey! Hey!

- Stop! - [man 1] You can catch her!

Where does she think she's going?

Get her, get her, get her! Come on, come on, come on!

[Bhoora] Run, run, run, run! Faster!

[overlapping shouts]

- [Amiya screaming] - Hey!

- [Amiya pants] - Hey, hey, careful.

- Oh hey, Amiya. - You insane. Just put the knife down.

We had become friends, right?

Back off! One step and I cut your eyes out!

[all shriek]

[thuds]

[all breathing heavily]

Is she dead?

- Get in. - Gulab Seth.

Listen, are we dumb folks that we are hiding in the jungle

eating noodles for three days?

- [indistinct chatter] - No, you listen to me.

Listen to me.

We will reach Panna in two hours, keep the money ready.

After that, you can sell the girl off.

Pickle her for all I care, huh?

Have you seen this girl anywhere before?

- Mahima, the cyber cell just called. - Yeah?

The kidnappers have turned their phone back on.

- We have their location. - Let's go.

What's the location?

They're saying it's close to the Bamitha jungle somewhere.

- Kunti! - Yes, madam?

- [Basor] Let's go. - Coming, madam.

Mishra-ji! I want you to keep your eyes glued to the road, okay?

- [vehicle door opens] - [burps]

- [vehicle doors closing] - [slurping]

[suspenseful music]

- [Basor] Stop. - [Saurabh] What is it?

What's that smoke over there?

Hm?

[Saurabh] Hm.

Looks like we missed them by a few minutes.

Mishra needs to be alerted.

Yes, madam.

KUNTI

- [phone vibrating] - [snoring]

[suspenseful music]

[snoring]

Mishra-ji is not answering his phone.

Let's just go.

[Basor] Mishra!

Are you here on a picnic?

Cops like you who just eat and sleep on duty

are the reason criminals get away!

[stammers]

[sighs]

[Kunti sighs]

[muttering]

Phone location?

They are trying. But now, the phone is switched off.

[girl] Bhaiya, give me Jalebis, please.

[suspenseful music]

Here you go.

Dadua-ji, you don't keep Khoya Jalebis here?

See, madam. Making Khoya Jalebis is not everyone's cup of tea.

There must be someone around here who makes it.

Well, a lot of them say they do, but they're all fake.

- Ah. - But yeah...

If you want some of pure, juicy Khoya Jalebis,

there's only one man in Panna.

Gulab Seth.

Yeah.

- Let's go, we're going to Panna. - Panna?

[Kunti] Madam, why are you suddenly feeling a craving

for pure Khoya Jalebis today?

- That Bhoora... - Huh?

When he wanted to charm Chandulal the optician,

he used to bring him pure Khoya Jalebis, huh?

Which are made only in Panna.

[upbeat music]

[Basor] And if he has paid petrol worth only 200 rupees,

it means they're only going to Panna.

[Kunti] Wow, madam. Great thinking. You're amazing.

[tires screech]

Gulab Seth!

Oh, Gulab Seth!

[suspenseful music]

Where is the girl?

Can't you see her?

Her?

- Stand there. - [Gulab Seth] Hey!

What is this?

This girl...

she doesn't look upper caste.

My father is a gardener.

Gardener?

Eh... where did you find her?

Yeah, so clean her up nicely

and put some lipstick, powder on her, and sell her.

- Who's going to conduct a DNA test? - [Monu] Yeah.

Just pay us our money and we'll...

- Get out of your hair. - Yeah, right.

- Yeah, right. - Okay.

[quirky music]

[Gulab Seth] Here you go.

It's 15,000. All of you share it.

Fuck your "share it." Didn't we agree on 30,000?

Hey, what the hell are you talking about? Yeah, we agreed, so?

- [Bhoora] So? - Just shut up

- and take what I'm giving you. - Why, why? Why should we shut up?

"Why, why? Why should we shut up?"

Beta, no matter how hard a crow caws, huh?

It is going to end up eating from the garbage.

And too much money can screw with your head.

Do you get what I'm saying?

[Gulab Seth] Yeah.

And a man doesn't take any worldly possessions.

You know what he takes with him, huh?

- What? - What?

Karma!

[Bhoora] Don't act smart.

- Just pay us our money. - Yes!

Or else, we'll take the girl away.

- Yeah, yeah. Let's go. - Hey! Hey! Don't!

[Gulab Seth] Let her go!

What nonesense, "We'll take the girl away."

Why will you take her away?

Hey, why don't you boys understand what I'm saying?

If the buyer decides to back out, what do I do?

Tear my chest open and look for the money, huh?

This-this world is full scoundrels and cheaters nowadays, you know?

I'm an honorable, ethical, God-fearing shop keeper.

As soon as I locked the deal to sell this girl,

I'll immediately transfer the rest of the money to Bhoora's account.

[knocks on door]

- Someone's at the door. - [Gulab Seth] What?

- Must be someone... - [knocking continues]

[whispers] You wait here.

- Who is it? - [Basor] Courier.

- Who? - [Basor] Courier!

Courier? I have not ordered anything today.

Somebody has sent you a perfume bottle from Nepal.

- Someone sent me a perfume. - [Basor] Yeah.

Okay, put it outside and keep it upside down so it doesn't evaporate.

[Basor] You'll have to sign on the receipt, sir.

[knocking on door]

Oh, what the hell is it with you courier people?

Give it to me. Give me a pen.

- Gulab Seth! - Hey, who the hell?

Who the hell are you?

- Get him, get him. - [Gulab Seth screams]

- [screaming] - Pull... pull it.

It's sort of heavy.

[groaning]

Don't let him go!

Hey! The police is here!

Come, come, come, come.

[Gulab Seth] The police is here.

I'll pay. Pull, pull, pull. Pull me!

- Pull him! - [Kunti mutters]

[all shriek]

- Why the hell are you tickling me? - Ah, sorry.

- Uh, they... - [Gulab Seth] You get off me!

You step aside, I'll break the door down.

- Go on. Let's go. Go on! - Come, come, come.

- [grunts] - [thuds]

That hurt.

Are you done?

The door is locked.

[clanging]

Come on.

[Saurabh] I'm just a man, not a bulldozer.

[mysterious music]

Come out!

Or I'll have to shoot you!

[both scream]

Saurabh?

[mutters]

- [Kunti shouting indistinctly] - [Saurabh] Hey!

- Hey! - [indistinct]

[Saurabh] Why are these vegetables?

- [gunshot] - [Saurabh exclaims]

This is your final warning!

Surrender!

Damn it, this trigger is jammed.

Just show it to her.

She'll get scared.

[Gulab Seth] Hey! Do you see this?

A double-barrel! Ah!

Now stop chasing us!

Or I'll blow your brains out, do you hear?

But how will you blow their brains out?

- Your gun's trigger is all jammed up! - Shut up!

[Gulab Seth] You handle that girl!

Bloody hell! Can't you be quiet?

Both of you, from that side.

[Bhoora] Hey, down, down, down. Hide behind the pumpkin.

[suspenseful music]

- [yelps] - [Kunti] Hey!

- Hey! - Wait, stop it!

- Wait, bloody hell! - I'll break your arm, I'm telling you.

- Wait! - [men grunt]

[grunting]

Take this!

- [grunting] - Hey, you're hitting me.

How dare you? You're hitting me!

[indistinct muttering]

Gulab Seth, leave the girl. Let her go.

- [gasping] - [grunting]

Leave the girl, or I'll kill you!

- [rattles] - [gasps]

- Kunti! - Here's your girl!

Sorry, madam!

Where's Mishra?

[grunts]

I don't know, madam!

[quirky music]

It's actually you.

Thank you, God!

Oh, my dear car!

[exclaiming]

I found you.

You wait. Oh, I'll show you. Just wait.

[grunting]

Stop it. [grunts]

Damn vegetables!

[Bhoora] Oh, no! Oh, no!

[screams]

I'm going to crash you so hard. [grunts]

You're going to be my punching bag!

[screams]

Hope you're ready. Now, you will be my punching bag.

[Gulab Seth grunting]

[grunting]

[upbeat music]

- [mutters angrily] - [screams]

[groaning]

[Gulab Seth] You like that? You want more?

- I'll show you more! - [grunts]

- Crazy girl. - Just shut up.

- Bloody... - [Gulab Seth groaning]

[clamoring]

[grunting]

- You also want some, huh? - [grunts]

Here some for you! Here some for you!

- Bloody rascal! - [Bhoora] No, no, no, no.

- [Basor] Wait! - [Bhoora] No, no, no, no!

Animal! Come. Your turn.

No, no, no. Please, please, please, please.

[clamoring]

[grunting]

[all screaming]

[Gulab Seth] I can see a thing! I can't see anything!

- Can you stop hitting me? - [clamoring]

Let go of my dhoti! Let go of my dhoti!

[Basor] Where did it go?

[man 1] I can't breathe, Jhabbu!

[Kunti] I'll break each and every bone in your body.

[all grunting]

[Saurabh] We're on the same side! Why are you hitting me?

- Gulab Seth! - [Gulab Seth] Take this!

[grunting]

This cop is a pain in the ass!

[grunting]

Hey! Come on! Come on! Come on!

[both panting]

[grunts]

- I've had it with you! - No!

I'm going to kill you!

- No! No! No! No! - [Gulab Seth yells]

- [breathes heavily, gasps] - [loud thud]

[Gulab Seth groaning]

[indistinct shouting in distance]

[gasps]

[screaming in pain]

[dramatic music]

Your Honor!

TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL

This girl wears ripped jeans and shows off her body.

And...

consumes illegal Madhushree tobacco.

This shows us that she has a criminal mind and a very loose character.

[clears throat]

Pandey-ji, even you chew tobacco and spit all over the courthouse.

Listen, Parihar-ji, you are passing personal comments here.

Both of you, come to the point, please.

Your Honor.

The gardener has himself confessed

that his daughter was the one who stole the kathals.

What? How could I steal those kathals?

I was stolen myself!

Listen, you will only speak when you are asked a question.

Hmph.

So Birwa, what do you say?

My daughter has not stolen anything.

Inspector Madam had told me to...

say that my daughter stole the kathals.

[judge] Inspector!

Is this true?

Yes, madam.

In spite of knowing that there was no evidence against the girl

in the kathal theft case?

- That's right. - Hm?

- Your Honor, the truth that... - You have nothing to say, Parihar-ji.

She, herself, has misled this whole investigation.

[Pateria grunts]

I'm sure you know that it's a criminal offense.

Yes, sir. I'm aware.

Then why do it, Inspector?

I did not have any other option, madam.

This girl's life was in danger,

and the police was busy looking for the kathals.

At that time, I thought that more than those kathals, it's important...

to look for the girl.

Because kathals can grow back again.

But the girls who are plucked and taken away,

they never make it back home.

[somber music]

But if the court still feels that I have done something wrong, then...

I'm ready to face the consequences.

[sighs]

Hm.

Pandey-ji,

these kathals that were stolen,

how much would they have weighed?

Fifteen kilos each, ma'am.

And what's the going rate for kathal today?

Your Honor, if it pleases the court, I can make a call and find out.

Yeah, of course, find out.

- Hello, Mohan! - [Mohan] Hello!

Pranaam! It's Advocate Parihar here!

Pranaam, Parihar-ji.

Pranaam, pranaam.

- Do you have kathal at the shop? - Of course, bhaiya.

How much are they for?

It's for 15 rupees a kilo, but I'll give it to you for 12.

Okay.

Your Honor, 12 rupees a kilo.

So what this means is...

for kathals worth 360 rupees,

the whole police force was working hard day and night.

When, in fact, the police has far more serious criminal matters to deal with.

There is no evidence against Amiya.

And the forensics report states that your kathals were stolen at night.

Whereas Amiya was abducted in the afternoon.

I conclude Amiya is free to go.

[clears throat]

[chuckles]

And Inspector Mahima...

[gentle music]

...you went against the system,

and you acted fearlessly and I commend you for that.

And declare you innocent as well.

[Pateria clears throat]

[grumbles]

Hey, Anuj bhaiya. How are you?

Didi, you've completely sorted my life out.

BBC, CNBC are broadcasting my news piece.

Ah, yesterday on Twitter, I was trending at number three, just imagine.

Now the court will have to grant me bail no matter what.

Everything else is fine.

Except they've beaten me so badly that two inches got added to my butt size.

- Let's go. Come on. - Ah, ah...

[Anuj] Relax. I'm coming. I'm coming.

RESPECT WOMEN: A CAMPAIGN BY THE POLICE

Recognize who it is?

No, sir.

- Come on, it's you! - Yeah.

[quirky music]

[chuckles awkwardly]

Sir, all this is fine, but...

this campaign will only be successful when we find all 43 missing girls.

I agree.

And I have instituted a special cell for it

which you will be leading.

Thank you, sir.

Congratulations, Basor.

Thank you, sir.

Is your appendix operation done?

Uh, actually...

his appendix is fine. It was gas.

- Ah. - Yes.

- Take it in. - [Narendra clears throat]

Sir.

And as I had promised you...

[upbeat music]

[vehicle approaching]

[all] Congratulations!

- Congratulations! Flower for you. - Huh? What's it for? What is it for?

Now you're Senior Saurabh. Ah!

- You've been promoted, handsome. - No. Really?

- Yeah! - Really!

- What? Yeah, really? - Yeah.

They promoted you to Sub-Inspector.

Show me. I want to see this good news!

[laughter]

- Oh, my God. - Now we all have to call you Saurabh sir.

- Yeah. - Stop it.

- Kunti, cut it out. - Put the order down

and cut the cake, please!

- Yeah. - [Basor chuckles]

[phone ringing]

Madam, SP sahab is calling you.

Yeah, take it.

Jai Hind, sir.

Yes, sir. I'm free.

[Mishra] I'm so happy for you, sir.

But sir...

[suspenseful music]

[music stops]

What happened?

They gave me a promotion as well.

- [Saurabh] That's great! - They made me a DSP.

- Wow! - Congratulations!

[overlapping chatter]

Why looking so sad? That's such good news, silly!

But the gap remains the same, right?

Your father will still say the same thing,

that you're a Sub-Inspector and I'm a DSP.

That's no big deal. We'll explain it to him.

- How? - We're family.

That Subedar-ji used to explain it to us.

"Whether a Constable or an SP,

our duty last all hours.

Don't worry about the gap.

- The whole police is ours." - "The whole police is ours."

[laughter]

[lively music]

[indistinct chattering]

[tranquil music]

[snoring]

[cow mooing]

[bird squawking]

[Pateria] Where did my kathals go?

[closing theme music]