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[male host on TV] Welcome back to our show,

and thank you for staying with us!

Paresh-ji, shall we continue to play?

[Paresh] Of course, sir.

Let's do it.

It's time to play You Can Be A Crorepati!

- [host] Let's play. - [Paresh] Yes, sir.

[host] Paresh-ji.

Your next question is on your computer screen.

[Paresh] Okay, sir.

Who composed the famous song "Sare Jahan se Achcha"?

[tense game show music beats]

Yes, sir.

Fourth one.

[Paresh] Sir, I think that it's option two.

The fourth one, chutiye.

Option two.

Lock option two. Jaidev-ji.

[scoffs]

[host] All right, Computer sahib. Paresh-ji…

Stupid people like you get lucky all the time,

while I'm just here washing dishes.

[host] Jaidev. Let's lock that answer.

Sorry, my dear sir, that's the wrong answer.

[downbeat game show music]

Time out!

- [host] The right answer is option four. - [phone ringing]

Mohammad Iqbal.

[man grunts]

[host] Paresh-ji…

Yeah? How are you?

[host] Don't worry about it, you played really well today.

What did the doctor say? Normal delivery, or will you have a C-section?

[Paresh] Thank you, sir.

Does Gudiya still have a fever?

Yes, don't send her to school for a few days.

She needs to rest for now.

Mm.

Chote Lal is taking the night bus tonight.

Yes, I'm sending the money with him.

He said he'll be back on Sunday.

[distant traffic and chatter]

It's actually much better for me, huh?

I have the whole house to myself.

[laughs]

Eh? I'm just like a son to him, okay?

[laughs]

Oh, by the way,

don't lift any heavy things, okay?

Mm.

Take care of yourself.

Mm?

Okay, I'm going now. I have work to do.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay, listen.

Oh, hello? Listen.

I love you.

Mwah!

Huh?

[laughs]

Are you feeling shy?

[laughs]

Mm.

Okay.

Bye.

[chuckles]

[tape whirring]

[upbeat Bollywood song starts playing brightly in Hindi]

[sighs]

[song plays louder]

[knife and chopper blades clinking]

[song fades, distorting ominously]

[Velcro shoe strap crackles]

[sinister music playing]

[Velcro shoe strap crackles]

[blade clinks]

[flesh being chopped]

[sinister music intensifies]

[chopping continues]

[clothes and flesh tearing]

[bell ringing]

[man] My father, Shri Kalicharan Pandey,

a scholar of math and Sanskrit,

and the former department head of the esteemed Banaras Hindu University,

often used to say

that in 1686,

Sir Isaac Newton gave the world a priceless gift

of a very fundamental mantra.

A unique mantra that applies to birds. Animals.

Man and gods.

Mortals. Immortals.

To everything.

Everything.

The third law of motion.

"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

[pensive music playing]

If you eat a meal, you feel satisfied.

Your stomach is full.

If you spend a few moments with the people you love,

you feel happiness and peace within yourself.

Action. Reaction.

If you think about it,

this mantra can be found in Hindu scriptures

long before Newton gave it to us.

Bye!

[man] Ravan kidnapped the Sita Maya

and his kingdom, Lanka, was destroyed.

Dhritarashtra was so obsessed with love for his son

that it began the epic Mahabharat.

Our political leaders and builders of our nation

have given this mantra an extremely fitting name.

The system.

And this may be a simple word,

but it's able to build futures and also destroy them.

And anybody who dares to rise against the system

is either a really brave man or the world's biggest idiot.

RAM CHARAN PANDEY (SUB INSPECTOR)

And I, Ram Charan Pandey,

I have never given into the allure of this so-called bravery,

and I have absolutely no intention of changing my mind.

Because…

[crunching squish]

it doesn't matter how strong a cockroach is.

Ultimately, the shoe always wins.

[distant crow caws]

What you're saying is right, sir.

But, sir, these…

these lectures in science and religion,

what do they have to do with…

with my missing daughter, sir?

It is all connected, Mandal-babu. It is all connected.

You were careless.

And your daughter went missing.

Action.

Reaction.

Today is her birthday, sir.

She would have been 15 years old today.

[tearfully] Do you know, sir?

Tumpa was a really good student.

Very intelligent.

[Pandey grunts]

Last year, on her birthday, she… she told her mother that

if she stood first in the exams, then we'll have to…

buy a TV for her after the results.

- Mm. - [Mandal sobs]

[Mandal sniffles]

[Mandal keeps sobbing]

I get it, Mandal-babu. Listen to me.

The results came out yesterday.

She stood first.

I'll have to buy that TV for her now, right, sir?

I promised her, sir.

[sobs brokenly]

Yeah, Mandal-babu? Hello? Listen to me, please.

Look, this is not the first time that a child has disappeared

from Rajiv Camp.

This has been going on for many years now.

I mean, we can find them and bring them back home,

and they run away again.

We bring them back again. They run away again.

All this running around to find the kids has turned me from Pandey to PT Usha.

But you don't see me winning any medals, right?

But, sir, you… at least you can file an FIR for me, sir.

You can do that much for me, sir. [sobbing] Am I right, sir?

No, you'll have to teach me when and how I'm supposed to file an FIR, right?

I'll tell you what. Take my uniform.

- [Pandey] Mm? - No. No, no, no, sir.

All good, sir.

She's 15 years old. She'll come back home soon.

I'm sure that she's already dead, sir.

[sobbing] She's already dead, sir.

Hey, Pathak, get a glass of water.

Yes, sir.

[Mandal keeps sobbing]

[Pathak grunts]

Not me, give it to him.

[Pathak] Here, take this.

Here, have some water.

Stop crying. Take it, take it.

Come on, Mandal-babu, listen to me. Listen to me.

It's just your mind playing tricks on you.

Stop it. Stop it, everything's fine. Stop worrying so much.

[Mandal keeps sobbing]

Today's your daughter's birthday.

No, no, no, sir. It's all good, sir.

Happy birthday, Tumpa.

All right?

We'll find her.

Stop worrying. We'll find her.

[breathes in shakily] Sir, is it okay

if I put up the poster…?

Yes, put it up.

Right there on your way out. Put it right in the centre.

[Pathak] Come on, I'll show you. You put… Go, put it up.

- [Pathak] Stop crying now. Come on. - [sobs]

- [Pathak] Come. Come with me. - [Pandey] Go put it up.

I'll leave now, sir.

Yes, yes, come this way. Put it on the board.

Come on. Come on, go on. Hurry up.

[policeman in office] The match is starting.

[Pandey] Mm? Okay. Put on the TV for some time.

[sombre music playing]

[Pandey] Which team is playing first?

[indistinct TV commentary plays]

[man in office groans] They should have chosen bowling.

[indistinct chatter and TV commentary continue to drift from office]

- [man in office] Already a wicket down. - [Mandal sniffles]

[sombre music continues]

MISSING: TUMPA AGE: 14 YEARS

[office chatter continues, indistinct]

[train clattering]

- [boy 1] Bowl him! Bowl him! - [boy 2 shouts indistinctly]

- [boy 1] Come on! - [boy 2] We want him to get out.

[boy] Come on, come on. Hit it.

- [boy 1] It's a six! - [boy 2] Oh man!

[boy] It's gonna fall in the gutter.

- [flies buzzing] - Ali, go get the ball.

Sandeep got it last time. It's your turn today.

Yes, I'm going.

[flies buzzing]

[sinister music playing]

[man] This is a monkey's hand.

Monkeys have bigger hands.

This looks like a langur's paw.

Langurs and monkeys are the same animal.

Really? You know a lot about monkeys, huh?

There are a lot of differences between them, Animal Planet.

- [scoffs] - Look.

Monkeys are vegetarians, and look.

Langurs eat meat. Look at the fingernails.

[laughs] Monkey.

[hisses]

It's a langur. [grunts]

It's monkey. [hisses]

- I'm telling you, it's a langur. [grunts] - It's a female monkey. [hisses]

Hey, hello, hello, Planet of the Apes.

- Sir. - Can both of you calm down?

- Sir, we found a langur's… - It's a monkey, sir.

Listen, everybody.

This is Rajiv Camp

and that's Sector 36.

No one has reported a child's hand missing in this area or over there.

And these sewers that you see, the water flows here from Seelampur.

[in low voice] Sir… but that's quite close to us, right?

Jhilmil. Maybe it's from Jhilmil.

[loudly] Jhilmil. It's come all the way from Jhilmil Colony, this gutter water.

This hand has travelled quite far.

[ominous music]

[Pandey] Whose house is that?

Sir, this belongs to a businessman from Karnal.

B… Bassi sahib.

- Yeah. Bassi. - [Pandey] Hmm.

Looks like all the garbage has come from this house.

Who found the hand?

[Pathak] Sir, this boy. Beta, come here.

- Did you find it, beta? - Yes.

[Bishnoi] Beta, it's a monkey's paw, right?

Take this, beta.

This boy has done a really good job today.

Everybody, please clap for him.

- [Bishnoi] Everyone clap. - [all clapping]

[sinister music playing]

[bright game show music playing]

[tense game show music beats]

I don't know, sir.

[game show host] And unfortunately,

you don't have a single lifeline remaining.

Did anyone win yet?

- [clicks teeth] - [Ali's dad] Huh?

Looks like it's all fixed.

- [contestant] Exactly, sir. - Did you bring the eggs?

[contestant] I'm very confused.

- Ali? I told you to get the eggs. - [host] You have a choice.

- To leave the game at any time. - But when?

[Ali's dad grunts]

[host] Or maybe…

All he does is play cricket all the time.

[host] …you could take a risk.

- [Ali's dad] Go. - [host] The choice is yours.

[Ali's mother] Come back soon. If you're late again,

I'll break your legs this time.

[contestant] I would like to quit the game.

[indistinct street chatter]

[sinister, unsettling music playing]

[man] Psst!

[sharp, ominous beat]

[sinister music intensifies]

[music stills ominously]

[dramatic, sinister music]

[dog barking]

[spray can lid clicks back on]

Better let me go, Uncle.

Or I'll tell my Abbu everything.

[scoffs]

Really? And then?

Then he'll take his gun and he'll shoot you.

Gun?

- Your father has a gun? - [Ali] Yes.

And a uniform too.

[fake sigh]

Oh no.

[clicks teeth]

Darling, please don't tell your father about me.

I'll be dead if he finds out.

Yes.

[snickering]

- What is your name? - Ali.

Ali.

What you're imagining…

only happens in movies.

[Ali breathes shakily]

Shall I tell you what happens in real life?

- Hmm? - [Ali whimpers softly]

I'm going to

play a game with you for some time.

Then I'll let you sleep forever.

Then your parents will look for you for a few days.

They'll go to the police station.

The police will also investigate your case.

Then after some days, they'll

close the matter.

[Ali breathes shakily]

People will think about you and mourn and cry for some time.

- [clicks teeth with fake sympathy] - [Ali whimpers]

They'll say, "Oh, he was such a beautiful boy."

And before you know it, everyone will forget about you.

Nobody gives a damn about you here.

Then one day, your father will climb on top of your mother

and they'll have one more Ali.

He'll also grow up. He'll also play cricket.

He'll also go out to buy eggs.

And he'll also dream about becoming a security guard like his father one day.

Just like you did.

Then one day, he'll also lie on top of his wife

and he'll bring three or four more Alis into the world.

The only difference will be

that your picture will be hanging on some wall.

And someday, even that will be packed away and lost forever.

Whoosh.

The end.

[suspenseful music building]

But I have to tell you that your life story

has a small little twist.

Your meaningless life can actually help somebody before it's lost.

Hey! [grunts]

[sickening crack]

[sinister music]

[metal roller door clattering]

[goats bleating]

[footsteps nearing]

[sinister music playing softly]

Beta Prem,

eat something.

It's dal and rice.

I know you prefer chicken.

I'll make some tomorrow.

Okay?

Why do you make me go through this with you every day?

Why do you trouble me so much?

Why do you fight with me? Huh?

I'm your uncle. Your uncle.

Would I hurt you in any way? Huh?

Okay, I'll tell you what.

Have a bath and get ready.

Okay?

FRESH MEAT SHOP MUTTON AND CHICKEN

[door clanks loudly]

[goat bleats]

[radio static, disjoined snatches of tune]

[upbeat Bollywood song starts playing brightly over the radio in Hindi]

[sinister beat]

It's time to show your Mama how much you love him.

[song keeps playing over the radio, broken by radio static]

[song fades out]

[distressed bleating]

[fast thrusting sounds]

- [knife slices wetly, flesh squelches] - [Prem's uncle groans]

[goats bleat sharply]

[thuds]

[muffled, distorted ringing sound]

- [Prem keeps chopping] - [sharp bleat]

This is how much I love you!

[Prem] Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing.

He's coming tomorrow. Mm.

I make sure the house is clean. Okay?

Yes.

Yes, what else would I be busy with?

[phone ringing]

Okay, I have to go now. I have some things to do.

Hey, wait a minute.

You didn't tell me if you like the new mattress.

Hello?

Hello?

[other phone keeps ringing]

Oh man.

[singing in Hindi] ♪ One should never have to part ♪

[singing in Hindi] ♪ Even for a moment from his wife ♪

[singing in Hindi] ♪ Dear Prem… ♪

- Busy watching your favourite show? - [clicks teeth]

- Today's episode is done with. - Oh?

Makes me so angry, man.

They keep calling all these useless people on the show.

I've been calling for so long now. They never call me.

Only those bloody donkeys.

Frankly speaking,

if I get one chance to be on the show,

I'll make at least fifty lakhs just like that, bhai.

Arey, that's why they don't call you on the show, bhosdike.

- Arey, I just need a chance. - [Chote Lal snickers]

- What would you do with all that money? - Exactly what all the rich people do.

Oh, come on.

Why doesn't anyone ask them this question? What are they gonna do with all the money?

- How many hours old is this? - This is completely fresh stock, sir.

- Why don't you try it? - Fuck off, chutiya saala mental.

Stop talking nonsense, bhosdike.

Why don't you try a bite and see?

I'll have to go. I'll send the money next week, okay?

Chutiya saala! Madarchod.

Start buying. What are you gonna do with all that money anyway?

- Now move. You're a psychopath. - Look at your broken bike.

Eh? [laughs]

[distant dog barking]

- [water splashing] - [scrubbing sounds]

[sinister music playing]

[Prem grunts]

[bag sploshes]

[bag sploshes]

[sinister music continues playing]

[young girl crying] Mama!

[man] My little princess.

If you don't take off your clothes, how will you look beautiful, mm?

No! I want my mama!

Come on, you must listen to your Dadu, right?

I want my mama! No!

- What is taking you so long? - She's not listening to me.

- She's refusing to get ready. - Step aside.

Your princess throws all these tantrums because of you.

But what did I do?

Hurry up, beta. All the guests are waiting for you.

You want to look the most beautiful, na?

Mm, my little princess.

And stop asking for Mama all the time. Mama's busy.

Now, you be a good girl and listen to Dadi. Okay?

[Dadu chuckling]

Little princess.

Little princess, let's go and cut our cake.

Aha! Wonderful.

[chuckling]

Come on, come on, come on. Walk with Dadu.

Oh! They are all here! [laughs]

Come on.

[Dadi] See? What a cake!

- [guests clap] - [Dadi] Oh wow!

- Look, little princess. What a cake! - First, Dadi.

- Come on, give Dadu a bite. - Then Dadu.

Mash it on Dadu!

- There you go. - [laughs]

- One more bite. - Feed him.

[Dadi] Good.

What, Ballu? You didn't come to the party? We missed you a lot.

- [phone ringing] - Just a second.

[sighs]

Hello?

Yeah, tell me.

Mm.

And the rest?

Why next week?

I see. Okay.

I'll be in Delhi tomorrow. We'll chat then.

[footsteps approaching]

And listen.

Speak to Chumki about tomorrow evening, okay?

Hey, Chumki! Would you come here for a second?

Coming, Baba.

Aren't they looking beautiful?

Mm!

[woman] What are you two doing, huh?

What's this? Are you going to get ready for the Puja or not?

Put that down. Look at it later.

Come on, hurry up. Go get dressed.

The Aarti starts at 8:30.

Yes, I'm going, I'm going.

[Puja drums beating]

[wet slicing sounds]

[sinister, unsettling music]

[drum beat continues]

- Tiklu. - Chintu.

Guddu.

- Babli. - Gudiya.

Kanhaiyya.

- Saroj. - Mumpi.

Ali.

[sinister music and drum beats continue]

MISSING GUDDU

MISSING BABLI

POLICE STATION, SHAHDARA

[sinister music playing]

MISSING: KAUSHAL

[sinister music intensifies]

[no audible dialog]

[conch shell horn sounds]

[sinister music fading]

[distant roadway noise]

[Pandey] I know how to drape a saree better than your mom does.

Wait and see.

Dada-ji was your superhero, right?

Yes, beta.

Shri Kalicharan Pandey-ji was a very knowledgeable man.

Whether it was math or managing a home, he was the best.

He was blessed with the wisdom of the Seven Sages.

He was a very unique person.

Just like a tiger shark.

[Pandey's wife] Super.

If you're done singing his praises, shall we leave?

Yes, come on, let's go.

Come. Think you're better than me at draping a saree?

Come.

[distant fireworks and laughter]

[cheering, applause]

[harmonium and tabla playing]

Help a man in need.

Help a man in need.

Pranaam, Munivar.

Pranaam, Devi.

Could you spare some food for this hungry sadhu today?

Of course. Why "some"? I'll give you plenty.

[crowd snickering]

Munivar…

RAJIV CAMP DUSSEHRA FAIR 2005

[shouts] Oh!

What's this, Devi?

What is this? Where did this fire come from?

The line…

Such trickery!

The line…

[laughing] "I am helpless."

[all laughing]

Forgive me.

I can't cross it.

I curse you, Devi.

I cannot tolerate such a grave insult!

Sadhu! Sadhu, please forgive me.

No poor man can leave my doorstep without a meal.

Hey, Ram!

[inhales, exhales bravely]

Sadhuvad, sadhuvad, please accept…

- [evil laughter] - [shouts, protests]

Who are you? [groans]

Leave me! Leave me!

You evil…

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

[unsettling music playing]

[temple bell ringing]

[music turns suspenseful]

Sir, the last scene was quite good, no?

Yes, but actually, y'all are changing your characters too much

just to please the audience.

Sir, it wasn't me. I stuck to the script.

I gave all Laxman's cues. I don't understand why he's laughing.

- [Bishnoi] Sir, I was just… - [Pandey] Oh, it happens.

Pandey, sir.

I am Harisadhan Ghosh.

We met yesterday at the station. I complained about my missing daughter.

Ah, yeah.

Sir, this is Chumki Ghosh. She hasn't come home in four days.

Ah, yes, come to the station tomorrow.

MISSING CHUMKI

Sir, you always tell me to come tomorrow, but…

[exhales]

See, your daughter's missing, right?

We'll find her. Do you even realise where we are right now?

Sir.

My daughter is not missing, sir.

Her boss has kidnapped her.

Then go and ask her boss to send her back.

Why are you irritating me? Go.

Can I say something, sir?

Please don't mind.

Uh…

This is your job.

This is why you get a salary.

And look what you are doing here instead, huh?

If your own daughter had gone missing,

then you'd know.

What did you say?

Tell me.

Huh?

Why are you talking about my daughter?

How dare you talk about her?!

Hello?

Saala, I'll beat your bloody brains out.

Am I clear?

Are you paying my salary?

Are you paying it?

Are you paying my salary every month? Huh?

So when you decided to leave your village and come here, did you check with me?

And did you ask me before getting your wife pregnant?

Did you ask me before having a daughter?

Sir, calm down.

Hello? Did you ask me before having her?

No, right?

Why are you asking me now?

You bring that photo every day. "File an FIR. File an FIR."

[Pandey scoffs]

Looks like the police have no other work to do.

Lost a suitcase? File an FIR.

Lost a handkerchief? File an FIR.

- But, sir… - There are three of us.

Three of us in Rajiv Camp!

And one-and-a-half lakh people!

Each of us handles 50,000 people.

Here. Do you see him? This is Bishnoi.

His mother is suffering from cancer.

It's been six months his leave application has not been approved.

Why?

Why?

If he's gone, who will handle his load?

You?

You will do his work?

[softly] He is going on stage!

[sarcastically] Hey, we're just loafers, man, killing time.

We're completely useless, just busy with all this drama.

So you can do one thing. Call that guy. What's his name?

Superman.

So call him up.

He'll swoop right in and save your daughter.

And that's when…

[sombre music playing]

[crowd silent]

[sombre music ends]

I won't go with the evil Ravan.

[drums beat brightly]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

What was that? Why did you get so angry?

[sighs] Are policemen not allowed to have a personal life or what?

People think it's okay to approach us anywhere at any time.

- These people… - [announcer] Hello?

The boy has been found. Parents, please come.

- Please collect the boy. - Where's Vedu?

She's gone to the toilet. She'll be back.

With whom?

With her friends.

[tense music playing]

[tense music intensifies]

[dramatic beat]

[muffled scream]

[tense music continues]

[explosion booms]

[crowd shouting and chanting indistinctly]

[fireworks exploding]

[dramatic music]

[starts vehicle engine]

[siren wailing]

[Pandey] Hey!

[Pandey] Hey!

[Pandey] Hey! Stop!

[Pathak] Hey!

Vedu?

Ambulance!

Hey! Are you crazy?

[tense chase music playing]

[indistinct street chatter]

[surprised shouts from onlookers]

[man groans] Are you mad or what?!

[tense chase music continues]

[goods clattering]

[shouts indistinctly] Arey bhai!

[distant festival-goers shouting]

[distant temple bell ringing]

[indistinct street chatter]

[tense music shifts, slowly turning sombre]

MISSING CHUMKI, ALI, TUMPA

[heavy, sombre music playing]

- [Prem] Yeah, hello? - [keys rattling]

Hello?

I just managed to get home.

[panting]

How was I supposed to know whose daughter she was?

We'll talk later!

Behenchod, everyone's an expert.

[clattering]

Ah, hello?

How are you, my jaan?

Huh?

Okay, listen, I'm sending something to you.

I just need you to keep it safe for me. Okay?

Yeah.

Okay, I'll call you later. I have some work to finish.

EVERGREEN FILM SONGS

[sombre music playing]

[Pandey's wife] Don't touch her.

Who was that?

Did you catch him?

Pandey-ji, I'll scratch his eyes out!

How dare he touch my Vedu?!

How can you protect other people's children

when you can barely protect your own?!

You're a father, right?

You're a father, right?

I want you to catch that man.

[Pathak, softly] Calm down, bhabhi. We are in a hospital.

[sobbing]

[Pandey's wife keeps sobbing]

[sombre music playing]

[sombre music continues]

[brakes squeak]

[sighs]

Come to the police station tomorrow.

I'll file your FIR.

[motorbike leaving]

[woman] Don't forget to get my Hermès this time.

I'm not gonna meet Shalini without it.

I had enough of her bloody "we did this and we did that"

since she's been back from Paris.

Who the fuck does she think she is?

Arey, no, blankets are already taken, Baba.

Feed him slowly, Radha. What are you doing?

- You're not filling petrol in a car, okay? - [vehicle approaching]

[horn toots]

[woman] I think Vivaan's bus is here, so I'll talk to you later.

Bye, Mama.

- [Vivaan screams] Mama! - [other kids shouting]

[Pandey] Green saree and a gold purse.

She was seen entering the park, and after this, she…

SUBJECT: CHUMKI GHOSH MISSING

And then she went into the house.

So on the night of 9th October, the rickshawwala

dropped Chumki outside B-5.

Yes, sir.

She always used the same auto rickshaw, Sir.

Okay.

- Arey, Pathak? - [Pathak] Yes, sir?

- Could you pass me the stamp, please? - [Pathak] Sure.

[reporter] Sir, is this a case of business rivalry?

Well, we cannot say anything right now, to be quite honest,

except tell you the facts.

And the facts are that two masked assailants

kidnapped Vivaan Trehan from outside his school bus stop at Geeta Colony

at around 7:25 this morning.

And we have launched a state-wide manhunt.

[doorbell trills]

[tense beat]

Is Bassi-ji home?

[in subdued voice] Yes.

Good morning, Bassi-ji.

Ji.

[unsettling music playing]

Will you have something?

No thanks, just a glass of water will do.

Beta Prem! Please bring sahib a glass of water.

Chilled.

[grunts] Tell me, sir.

How can I help you?

Sir, one Mr Harisadhan Ghosh-ji has filed an FIR against you.

His daughter, Chumki…

[female reporter on TV] Could this be a business rivalry?

Let us focus on the child, shall we?

[overlapping reporters clamouring on TV]

Do you know him?

- Sir, that's my boss. - [Bassi] Jawahar Rastogi?

[Prem] Sir, some water. Here, sir.

Actually, your boss and I, we were in college together.

In the same hostel.

And do you know our Home Minister Yadav sahib's son?

Ji.

- Mithilesh? - Ah…

He was also in our batch.

Together, the three of us were always making trouble.

[laughs] If I tell you, you'll be completely shocked.

[chuckles]

Listen. [clears throat]

Pandey-ji.

My servant, Prem, has already told Mr Ghosh what he knew.

That Chumki did not come here the day she went missing.

I had no idea about what had happened, but I found out about this much later.

Oh, it's really very sad, I know, but…

I won't be able to help you.

The thing is, I travel quite frequently for work,

and so I don't get a chance to spend too much time here.

I see.

[Bassi] So, I don't know.

What kind of business do you do, sir?

My business?

Heavy earth-moving equipment

plus transport plus we also have some mines.

This is him! This is the man who raped my daughter.

Sir! Sir, he knows! Sir, he knows everything!

- Where is my daughter, sir? - What are you doing here?

- Come on, get out right now. - He knows everything, sir.

You're not supposed to be here. Just go. Go on, get out of this house.

I'm not leaving, sir!

I know that this man kidnapped her! Sir, Bassi is a very bad man!

This man ruined my daughter's life!

I know that he raped my daughter.

Oh, shut up! Harami saala!

How dare you come into my house and insult me?!

You're accusing me of rape?!

You sold your daughter and you were paid well for her.

I won't tolerate being insulted by these pimps, Inspector.

Ask him to fuck off!

What is he talking about?

You told me that your daughter used to work for him as a secretary.

[scoffs] He's fucking with you, Inspector.

She was never a secretary.

She's a call girl.

And this fucker is her pimp!

I paid him 30,000 rupees a month and gave his daughter some more.

Ask him.

I bloody took care of their family.

W-what is he talking about?

Huh?

What is he talking about?

You sold your own daughter for money?

Huh?

I did… whatever I had to do.

That's none of your business! You are a police officer.

Your job is to arrest him.

But look what you are doing instead! You are having breakfast with this criminal!

Bhosdike! Come here!

Do you have any idea what it takes to be a father?

Behenchod! Do you know how to be a good father?

- [Harisadhan groans] - [Pandey] Hmm? Come here. Listen.

I have made a mistake by trusting you.

An FIR should be filed against you, you fucking asshole!

It was a very big mistake.

[in lower voice] Listen to me. Listen. I will definitely find your daughter.

But if I ever see your face again, I'll…

Saala!

- Get out right now. Go! - [Harisadhan groans]

[Bassi] Ah, Jawahar?

What's with you guys, yaar?

This shithead, bloody Inspector Pandey,

he didn't even let me have my breakfast, yaar.

Yeah, yeah, just talk to him.

Hello?

Yes, sir. Jai Hind, sir.

No, sir, I'm here regarding an FIR that was…

Sir, but I have a few more questions.

[calming breaths]

Okay, sir. I'll be there.

[sombre music playing]

[indistinct kid's chatter and laughter]

Arey, you're getting very emotional, sir.

Poor man's lost his daughter and no one knows where she is.

Only someone who has a daughter will understand, right?

By the way, do you also have a daughter, sir?

[tense music playing]

Why do you want to know?

I'm just asking.

I have a six-year-old daughter who lives in my village.

I worry about her all the time.

You should also keep your daughter safe, sir.

Even in the holiest of places, evil finds a way in.

Go back inside.

Jai Hind, sir.

[engine starts]

[indistinct chatter]

[reporter 1] Vivaan Trehan…

[reporter 2] I am reporting live from the Shahdara police station right now.

We will keep you informed about the progress of the investigation.

[reporter 3] I'll talk about what information we have so far,

and about who the suspects are.

This is the place where the FIR was filed after the incident.

The police have now confirmed

that two masked assailants have kidnapped Vivaan Trehan,

son of industrialist Sandeep Trehan.

Utkarsh, was that okay? Should we do one more?

- [indistinct police station chatter] - [phones ringing]

Make a list of teachers also, not just support staff.

Jai Hind, sir.

Ah, come in.

Ram Charan Pandey, welcome.

I hope you didn't mind coming to my office.

No, sir. Fortunately, I was on my way here.

I need to trace a SIM card.

SIM card? For what?

Wasn't questioning Bassi today enough?

No, sir, the thing is,

Chumki Ghosh is reported missing,

and as an inspector, I'm legally bound to personally initiate …

Please stop. Just a minute.

No need to flaunt your knowledge of the law, Pandey!

I have cleared UPSC, so I know.

Besides, all this showing off won't guarantee you a promotion, okay?

Look, Pandey,

everyone in this station is really busy trying to solve the Vivaan Trehan case.

So, today is not the day

to go to an innocent man's home and badger him like that.

Are you out of your mind?

Sir, but Chumki Ghosh was last seen outside Bassi-ji's house.

Chumki Ghosh is a prostitute.

Where are you going with this?

Sir, her profession doesn't matter.

The point is, she disappeared from Bassi-ji's house.

That rickshawwala confirmed that he dropped her at the house, sir.

So Balbir kidnapped this girl, is it?

No…

Listen. You're talking about a migrant community.

The children from…

those slums don't really disappear.

These people sell their children.

It is their family business.

[sombre music playing]

I also explained everything I just told you

to your predecessor.

Drop these missing children cases right now.

You can't win.

It's a dead-end.

Focus on more productive cases.

Productive case, sir?

Yeah, pro…

Here!

A productive case.

The Vivaan Trehan case.

A real crime. Real culprits.

And now, the whole nation is watching our next steps.

[in low voice] It's cases like these that build careers, Pandey.

- Okay, tell me one thing. - Yes, sir.

What has gotten into you all of a sudden?

You were fine all this time.

I have never had a complaint from Rajiv Camp before today.

Sir, frankly…

Due to a recent turn of events, sir, I can't remain silent.

Then don't remain silent.

Make some noise. Catch the bad guys.

But leave Balbir out of this.

Am I clear?

- Am I clear?! - Yes, sir.

Otherwise, unfortunately,

our next conversation will not be informal, Pandey.

[man] Excuse me, sir. We are ready.

[tense music playing]

If you're loyal to me, you will have a bright future.

Mm?

[sombre music playing]

[Rastogi] Come on, let's go.

[sighs]

Joining us today on this news segment is DCP of Shahdara Mr Jawahar Rastogi.

Sir, can you give us the latest update

on the progress of the Vivaan Trehan investigation?

We have set up a special task force

and will leave no stone unturned to track down Vivaan.

And I would like to reassure the parents of Shahdara

- that we are doing the best we can… - You must have seen those videos.

…to make sure that we make Shahdara…

- [Pathak] Okay. Yeah, go. - [Bishnoi] So tell me.

Will their kid come back?

These guys get whatever they want.

They have the money, after all.

Wait and see. The real Gandhi-ji freed the country.

And the man on the note is going to free their son, right?

Who's going to free you, eh?

Sir.

[Pathak] Jai Hind, sir.

[distant crow caws]

Sir, should I call for tea?

Yes, I'll have a cup of ginger tea.

Sir, Chumki's SIM tracing that you…?

Arey, forget the SIM, Pathak.

This seems to be a totally different connection.

What happened, sir?

What should we do with the rickshawwala?

Is he of any help?

- [Pathak grunts negatively] - Huh?

Then let him go.

Okay.

Sir, one minute.

Oh, wow, a new phone?

- [Pathak] Arey, sir, this isn't mine! - Then?

This is the rickshawwala's phone. Look.

Bring it here. Let me see.

[laughs] What a fancy phone.

- [phone keys beeping] - [Pathak] Sir…?

[dramatic music playing]

[Pandey] Hey, you bloody genius.

You should have tossed the phone.

Pathak, go shut the door.

[Pathak laughs] Looks like your time is up.

[indistinct reporter chatter]

[Rastogi] Hmm.

So, Ghosh didn't admit any of this to you, but the rickshaw driver confessed?

Yes, sir.

So, the rickshaw driver was Chumki's pimp, right?

No, no, not him.

Sir, Chumki's pimp was her own father, and he sold her, sir.

This rickshawwala was only her driver.

Whenever Chumki went out to meet a client, he was the man who drove her there.

In fact, he dropped her outside Bassi's house

the night that she went missing.

Sir, we know that

Bassi-ji was paying Chumki's father a fixed amount every month,

and Chumki additionally for every night she spent.

That night, the rickshawwala dropped Chumki outside Bassi's bungalow.

When he went back to pick her up after two or three hours,

Prem, Bassi's servant, was the one who answered the door.

He gave the rickshawwala a mobile phone

and told him to throw it away at Shahdara Junction

or toss it in a river,

and if someone asked about Chumki, Prem instructed him to say that

he had dropped her off at Shahdara Railway Station.

The rickshawwala made a huge mistake, sir.

He was greedy.

He kept the mobile phone

instead of throwing it away.

Luckily for us, sir, he didn't even bother to change the SIM card.

I'm sure that the rickshaw driver is not directly involved.

For now, all the evidence points to Prem.

I think it's very clear that he is directly connected to this crime.

Sir, all we need to do is arrest him.

We'll crack this case in no time.

And we've already recorded the rickshaw driver's statement.

Just a minute, Pandey.

- Okay. - Excuse me. Kumar?

Kumar, this is SI Pandey. Pandey, this is Kumar.

Kumar, I want you to type a suspension order for SI Pandey.

Ah… you can get him to sign it since he's already here.

Sir, please, I'm just…

[Rastogi] What has happened to you? Why are you so distressed, Pandey-ji?

You are very well aware that

a confession to a police officer has no legal standing.

Am I right?

But despite giving you very clear instructions,

you continued to pursue the Bassi angle in this case.

- Yes or no? - Sir…

You probably thought you could beat up a man,

use third-degree torture,

and get him to confess to whatever you wanted.

Once the servant gets arrested,

it won't take long for the master to get arrested.

Sir, I…

What are you waiting for? Go and type the letter.

Wow. Amazing, Pandey.

Very well done.

Very well done. Keep it up.

This police administration, and especially me,

is eternally grateful for your outstanding services to us.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

[sighs]

Sir…

JAWAHAR RASTOGI

[sighs]

[sombre music playing]

DCP OFFICE

[Rastogi] We have him.

Just in 48 hours, we've found Vivaan.

And this is a record time.

Both the kidnappers are in our custody now.

And Vivaan?

Vivaan is safe with his family.

PEACE, SERVICE, JUSTICE

[sombre music continues]

[music slowly fades]

[distant roadway noise]

[leaves gently rustling]

[unsettling music playing]

Better leave or it'll start rotting.

[Chote Lal laughs] Okay then.

I need to get some sleep anyway. I'll leave then?

Okay.

[engine revs noisily]

[motorbike leaving]

[unsettling music playing]

[game show host] Namaskar, and welcome back to your favourite show,

You Can Be A Crorepati!

Today is the auspicious day of Deepavali, on behalf of our entire team…

- [Bassi] Prem! - …I take this opportunity to wish…

- Come upstairs, Raje. - …all of you a wonderful festive season.

Coming, Papa-ji!

May you and your family fulfil all your dreams.

Fortunately, Mithilesh fired the secretary for urban development yesterday.

[TV show continues indistinctly]

So tell me, how is Sabrinder?

Go, Raje. Take care of it.

Eh? Oh really? She's so mischievous now!

[woman] That oldie thinks he is still young.

[two girls laugh]

[girl] Keep quiet, his bhai has come.

He reports everything to that oldie.

[distant thudding]

[girls speaking softly, indistinct]

[sinister music playing]

[distant people cheering]

[glasses clink]

[fireworks keep exploding]

Sir, everyone is really happy that you're coming back to work.

Just forget about everything that happened.

Leave the past in the past.

Yes, sir?

You are back in action tomorrow.

Everyone used to be afraid of you.

It was only a suspension.

Nobody has the balls to terminate you, sir.

Tell me I'm wrong.

[Pandey] Mm.

[Pathak] In any case, a new SSP is joining us tomorrow.

Sir, just wait and see.

Your reputation is still intact.

[Pathak] Mm!

Rastogi is… [makes dismissive noise]

Transferred.

[scoffs]

Not a transfer, Pathak.

A promotion.

A reward for finding the right child.

Sir, but you were also on the right track.

What changed all of a sudden?

Did you forget about what happened?

No, sir.

I haven't forgotten anything.

I rushed Vedu to the hospital myself that night.

How can I forget that?

Sir.

That's the man who deserves all our gratitude.

Luckily, he was waiting right outside with his ambulance.

He just… put Vedu in the ambulance and brought her to the hospital.

Didn't even ask for money. This man should be awarded.

- [Pandey] That man? - [Pathak] Yes.

That man drove the ambulance to the hospital.

Thankfully, he was standing right there.

[Pandey laughs musingly]

That ambulance was waiting outside for a child to be kidnapped, Pathak.

- The siren was already on. - [Pathak] What?

I'm going to give him a reward that he will never forget.

[Pathak] Right now?

Yes. Now.

Yes, bhabhi.

Arey, bhabhi, I'm taking the train, not the bus. It leaves at four.

Mutton? Oh, no, no mutton, bhabhi, please.

I've been a vegetarian for some time now.

Mm-hmm. Yes, bhabhi. Yes, bhabhi.

Pranaam, bhabhi.

[tense music playing]

[nearby metallic clanking]

[metallic clanking]

Who's there?

[tense music continues]

[sharp whistle]

[suspenseful music]

[muffled screams]

[Pathak] Arey, bhabhi.

We sent you to buy medicines and you drank away all the cash, huh?

There is a treatment for TB, Shakuntala.

[laughs] Yes, there is.

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

[groans]

[Chote Lal groans]

[bucket clatters]

[panting]

Madarchod! I'm going fuck all of you one by one.

[whimpering]

Leave me! I'll miss my train! Let me go. [sobs]

- You want to cut people. - Who is this?

Who are you?

[Chote Lal whimpers]

Leave me.

[panting]

[hyperventilating] Sir. Sir!

Are you awake now, Doctor sahib?

- Hmm? - Hmm?

[Chote Lal] I'm sorry, sir. I haven't done anything.

- [pained whimpering] - [Pathak] Did I ask you? Did I ask you?!

You tried to kidnap a girl on Dussehra, right?

[whimpers] Sir, I…

- [Pandey] That was my daughter. - Sir, I haven't done anything.

- [Pathak] It was you, right?! Tell me! - Sir, I'm innocent!

I was just driving the car. Ask him, sir.

- He'll tell you. I was driving… - Ask me what? Huh?

[whimpering] Sir…

[Pathak grunts]

For whom?

- [echoing slap] - [Pathak] Speak up!

[whimpering] I'll tell you, sir. Sir, it was Prem.

Prem did it, sir. Prem did it, not me.

[sinister music playing]

[whimpering] Sir, no…

[screaming]

[music fades]

[man] Dinesh?

And this time, please try and not rub anyone the wrong way.

We're getting Delhi, not Darbhanga.

Aruna has her boards this year.

I hope at least she's more important than your ethics.

[man] It's a temporary posting.

Then make it permanent na.

Yes, beta?

- [laughs fondly] - Bye, Papa.

Bye-bye, beta. See you soon.

[phone ringing]

[man] Hello, SP Saikia speaking.

POLICE STATION, SHAHDARA

[Rastogi laughs] No, no, no, no, Bhupen.

IPS no longer means "Indian Police Service".

It means "In Politicians' Service".

[both laugh]

[Rastogi] Pandey?

- Yes, yes, Pandey. - Sir.

You called me this morning, right?

Yes, sir.

Ah, I see.

That means you've already started sucking up to your new boss, Pandey?

So maybe this time, your promotion is definite, huh?

[laughs jovially]

Hey, Bhupen, I think your Aruna is

answering her tenth board exams this year, right?

Yes.

He is an excellent Hindi tutor, I must say.

I think he's in the wrong line of work.

But I'm sure…

I'm sure that he will discover his true calling very soon.

Isn't it, Pandey?

During my leave, I also picked up some French, sir.

Arey waah!

That means you can bore us in two languages now.

Anyway, Bhupen,

we shall continue our conversation at headquarters.

- Yes, sir. - Good day.

- Pandey. - Yes, sir.

Come in.

[ominous music playing]

Yes, Madhav. I need a number.

It's urgent.

[phone chimes]

[ringing]

Hello? Shravan Kumar?

This is Jawahar Rastogi speaking. I have a…

Ah, yes, Jai Hind.

So, Shravan Kumar, tell me something.

Do you want to climb up the ladder at work?

Good. So listen…

[phone ringing]

[Bassi sighs]

Hello?

Yeah, tell me, Jawahar.

I'm good. Just chilling in the pool.

What?!

[sinister music playing]

Fuck!

[birds twittering]

[sinister music playing]

[man] Hello?

[man] Hello?

Haan, ji. Ram. Ram bhai sahib.

I see.

And what would be the location?

Okay, hold for a minute, please.

Beta Rajbir!

Arey Yogesh!

Come upstairs.

Take the address from him.

Hello?

[Saikia] Look, Pandey,

in the last 13 years, I've been transferred ten times.

[Pandey] Mm.

My duty, the force, India, the people…

All of that doesn't sway me anymore.

I know, sir.

If the system okays it,

then it's "right".

If the system doesn't, the same thing is wrong.

Sir, even I have been serving the system for several years now.

But from now on, I'm only going to listen to my inner system.

You know what, Pandey?

I used to be different.

Just like you.

"Justice comes first."

"Country above self."

- Mm? - Mm.

Later, I realised

that the country is something that is celebrated twice a year,

and when India wins cricket matches.

[both laugh]

That's so true, sir.

Anyway, this information you have,

it's reliable, right?

Yes, sir. Absolutely.

[tense music playing]

[shouts] Hello!

Anyone there?

[groans]

Man, I'm dying of thirst.

Behenchod! How long will you keep me here?

[soft footsteps]

Who's there?

At least give me some water, man!

[screams]

[thuds]

[ominous music playing]

Please come, sir.

[ominous theme intensifies]

[hinges squeaking]

[Pandey] Pathak?

Pathak!

- [music fades to heavy silence] - Pathak?

Pathak!

Where is your man?

Sir, I left him over here, sir.

Pathak!

[shouts] Pathak!

Is that him?

Jai Hind, sir.

- Where were you? - Right here, sir.

- Where is he? - Who?

Compounder.

Sir, he's right there where we had tied him.

Okay, then get him. Get him.

Yes. Yes. Right away, sir.

[tense music playing]

Sir…

See if you find him there.

Arey, sir!

- [sarcastically] He disappeared? Aw. - Sir, he was… he…

- [Pathak groans] - [Saikia] Pandey.

- [Pathak] Sir! Sir! I made a mistake, sir! - [Pandey] I told you! Where did you go?!

- Why don't you tell me, where did you go? - S-sir, I was feeling very hungry, sir.

Would you have died if you'd gone hungry for a day, you idiot?

- Y-yes, sir. - I'll break your bones!

- Enough, Pandey. Stop this. - I'm extremely sorry, sir.

Madarchod!

We have…

no choice but to make do with the auto driver's confession.

I want this Prem character arrested today.

Thank you so much, sir.

- Thank you. - [Pathak groans]

[Pathak] I'm sorry.

- [kick connects hard] - [Pathak groans]

[dialling, phone ringing]

Hello?

I have some good news to share with you.

Looks like this temporary posting

might just become permanent after all.

[laughs]

[distant traffic noise]

[nearby light crackling]

Oh, bhai? Where is he?

Huh?

Sir! Sir.

Sir, on Dussehra night, sir,

I picked up your daughter by mistake, sir.

I really had no idea, sir. If I knew, I would never have touched her.

I swear on my daughter.

Sir, the thing is,

I saw an opportunity and I just…

Next time, I'll be really careful, sir. I swear.

Please have a seat.

[chair scrapes softly]

Please sit.

- Prem Singh? - Yes.

Is it okay if I call you by your first name?

Of course you can call me Prem. Why not? [chuckles]

Inspector sahib already knows me very well.

Huh?

Do you remember coming over the other day?

When that Bengali guy was yelling at Papa-ji? [laughs]

Eh?

[Saikia] So, Prem,

we're going to ask you a few questions.

Right now?

[Saikia] Mm.

Sir.

This is not… [awkward laugh]

Can't we do this tomorrow, sir?

The thing is, I don't really have much time today.

The thing is, Usha Raghuvanshi has won 50 lakh rupees,

and today she could win one crore.

No one has ever made it this far, sir.

I need to go back home. Then I'll finish all my cooking.

Only then I can relax and watch the show.

So, sir, if we can postpone this to tomorrow, that would be the best, sir.

Plus, tomorrow is a Saturday. You can call me whenever you want, okay?

Tell me, what time? Early morning?

I'll bring some bread pakoda for both of you for breakfast.

Who's this woman, Usha Raghuvanshi?

Arey! You don't know Usha Raghuvanshi, the school teacher from Hathras?

She still has one lifeline left to use. Imagine!

She knows the answers to all the bloody questions.

And me, poor, uneducated,

I was out in the last round.

Huh.

So, you like YCBC, huh?

Arey, what do you mean, "like"?

Aren't you a fan of the show?

Huh? [laughs]

Don't you want to be a millionaire?

I definitely want to be rich. [laughs]

Just answer a few questions,

and in return, your whole life changes.

Isn't that amazing?

Okay then, the camera's set up over here.

You can also answer a few of our questions, and then go home,

go watch your show.

[Prem sighs]

Okay. If you really want to do it now, then let's start immediately.

Because there isn't enough time.

What is it? 7:20?

It'll take me 20-to-25 minutes to reach home.

Then as I told you, I have my work to do.

I'll only be able to relax after that.

Whatever you want to ask, ask me quickly. Start.

How can we hurry up, Pandey?

There are so many questions.

And we have to do paperwork too.

No, it's not possible.

Arey, I'll answer all your questions. Ask and see.

But if the

answers are wrong, then…

Arey, then keep me here, bhai! I'll stay as long as you want, okay?

Understood. Now, ask me your questions.

Otherwise, if I have to call Papa-ji, then…

[laughs]

Let's go.

So, Prem, ah…

So, Prem, do you know a woman named Chumki Ghosh?

Yes, I knew her.

Where is she now?

She's already dead.

[sinister music playing]

What do you mean, she's dead?

She's dead meaning she's dead.

I strangled her with my own hands till she stopped breathing.

[tense beat]

Arey, sir, why are you looking at him? Ask me!

Ask me. We don't have time.

Why did you kill her?

Why did I kill her? Respect. What else?

Now, she thought that just because I was a servant,

she could talk to me rudely and get away with it, huh?

No.

When two people talk to each other, shouldn't they respect each other?

I'm giving you respect, right, Pandey-ji?

You see?

So, what happened on the night of October 9th?

Arey, I'm telling you what happened on that night. What else do you need?

- [Pandey] I need details. - You need all the details right now?

[Pandey grunts]

[exhales]

Arey, nothing much happened, sir.

I just showed that fucking whore her place.

[sinister music continues]

So what happened is, Papa-ji wasn't at home.

I called her and pretended that I was a customer.

You know what?

She was flirting with me and acting like she was interested in me,

and you know that I'm not blind.

When a girl gives me a sign, I catch on in a second.

Yeah.

So no big deal. I pretended that I was calling on behalf of a customer,

and I said,

"Look, there's a customer who wants to make a deal with you."

"Whenever you can come, come."

And she came.

I gave her some tea. I even offered her a drink.

But look at the arrogance of that bitch.

She says, "Oh, I don't have any time."

"If the customer's not here soon, then I need to leave."

And I was thinking to myself that this bitch has too much of an attitude.

No thank you, no nothing.

Then just as she was about to leave,

I quickly grabbed her hand

and I told her exactly how I felt about her.

I told her, "Look, Chumki,

I know everything about your arrangement with Papaji,

and I know that you sleep with him."

"I don't have any problem with that."

[laughs]

"And I also know that…

that you also want to have sex with me."

The moment I told her this,

that fucking bitch started mocking me and laughing loudly in my face.

And she says to me,

"You beggar, bloody servant, who do you think you are?"

I also snapped back at her and I told her,

"You fucking whore, show some respect."

"I'm not your bloody father's servant!"

"Huh?"

"You're doing this all for the money, right? So here, take your money."

[thumps table]

That whore picks up the cash, looks at it, and says,

"Bloody beggar."

"For this much cash, you can go

and bloody fuck yourself."

She told me to go and fuck myself in the arse!

That bitch had absolutely no idea

what my uncle used to do to me when I was a child.

Huh? She had no idea!

Heh! You know what happened to him after that?

Go on, ask me what happened.

I cut my bloody uncle into pieces

and fed him to the dogs, and I also ate some.

Now, think about it.

If I didn't have a problem eating my own uncle's raw liver,

why should I give a shit about this bitch?

And Papa-ji is always there to save my ass, you see,

if I get in any trouble.

Right?

Just because I loved her doesn't mean I was willing to tolerate her disrespect!

Huh?

[sighs]

So that's it. I decided to do something about it then.

I stood up.

I acted like I was calling the customer and followed her.

She was on the sofa.

I saw her pallu there.

I picked up her pallu very quietly

and wrapped it around her throat

and held it as tightly as I could, choking her.

It took five-to-seven minutes,

fucking bitch scratched my face, but I didn't let go.

Huh? I held her.

Then she died.

[laughs]

Huh?

So now she's dead.

And when that bitch finally died,

I got what I wanted.

I fucked her hard.

[mutters] Bloody bitch.

[slams chair]

And I was thinking,

"Where is your all your arrogance now?"

"Look where your loose tongue ended up?"

"Now tell me to go fuck myself."

Huh?

[heavy silence]

Sorry, sir, can I have a glass of water, please?

My throat is parched.

Santosh, get some water.

[sighs]

Sorry, sir. I lost control and I said too much.

Please forgive me.

[silence]

It's because I really loved Chumki.

That's why every time I…

every time I talk about her, I…

I get very upset.

And I lose control.

Anyway, forget about that bitch.

You ask me the next question, sir.

What did you do with her body?

I was forced to chop it up. What else?

You know that my uncle was a butcher.

I learned to cut meat when I was quite young.

So you chopped up her body and threw it away.

Wait, no, not like that. That's not how it's done.

Let me explain it to you.

So now you've chopped up the body.

Then what?

Do you simply throw it away like you said?

- [sinister music playing] - [Prem snickers]

I'm not such a chutiya, Pandey-ji.

That's not how it's done.

If you cut it and leave it at home, it starts to smell.

If you throw it into a sewer,

then the body bloats and floats on the surface, am I right or not?

So what is a man supposed to do now?

Huh?

That's when you need to get creative.

And now, not everyone can handle these things.

Now, if I was talking about myself,

and about what I used to do,

I would take all the different pieces,

like… like the hands, or the legs,

or any other body part, and I would…

- [snatches of kids' chatter echoing] - [boy] Bowl him!

[muffled under echoes of kids chatting] But what do you do about the smell?

A dead body smells really bad. All that rotting flesh.

[boy] Ali, go get the ball.

[Prem] So then the smell is no longer an issue.

- [kid 1] Tiklu. - [kid 2] Chintu.

[sinister music continues, Prem muffled, indistinct]

- [kid 3] Guddu. - [echo of blade chopping flesh]

And then perform the last rites in a river of your choice.

- [kid 4] Babli. - The end.

[kid 5] Gudiya.

Oh yes, sir! Sir!

When it comes to the head, what you do with the head is…

[sinister music intensifies, drowning out Prem]

[Pandey's wife] How can you protect other people's children

when you can barely protect your own?!

- [kid 6] Saroj. - [kid 7] Mumpi.

So what happens then is that within five-to-six months,

the insects that live underground eat away at the flesh until there's nothing left.

[Prem] You should also keep your daughter safe, sir.

No problem. No identity. Two in one.

- [normal sound resumes, echoes fading] - Huh? You understood?

So, you chopped up Chumki's body and sold her organs to the compounder.

Arey! Hey Haram Saala compounder!

[sighs]

Arey, that man talks any rubbish, sir.

I already told you that I was in love with Chumki.

Why would I ever sell her organs?

I only sold the others' organs.

And you know there was no point in only fucking them

or in eating some of their meat, was there?

So I used my brains…

and I started this business.

By "eat", you mean…?

One minute. One minute. The others?

"One minute. One minute."

Arey, you all are getting confused and confusing me as well.

I'm answering all of your questions one by one, am I right? I'm answering you.

- Yeah. So ask one question at a time. - Go on.

Yeah.

Sir, the problem is that after I killed my Uncle and I ate him,

I became addicted to the taste of human flesh.

I would crave eating it.

I needed to have it at least once in three months.

You have to believe me,

I swear on my daughter, I didn't touch it for over a year.

I tried my best to quit.

But I just couldn't get it out of my mind only.

So I couldn't ignore it anymore.

And you were asking me about all the others.

All these children, the ones who have missing posters all over the city.

- These kids? All of them? - Arey, I told you, that was the business.

- Every one of them? - Arey, not all of them.

How would I know how many kids are missing?

Huh.

You want to know how many I killed?

I think my count is…

Just a second, let me think.

My…

[mumbles] In the beginning there were four in Delhi.

Then there was Shukla's daughter, her friend along with her.

Then we came back to this, and then afterwards…

Ali! Ali, that boy! I'm sure you know him. Ali.

That boy you gave 100 rupees to.

Arey, that cute-looking boy. He was also one.

So adding that to that, plus four…

Twenty-two.

Twenty-two to twenty-four, I think.

22 to 24.

Yeah.

Ask me the next question, sir. What is it? Come on.

Only 40 minutes to go, sir. I think you need to go a little faster now.

Bhosdike! Why did you kill all those children? Huh?

- Why did you kill them? - [Saikia] Pandey!

Why did you kill them, gandu?

- You want to kidnap my daughter?! - I didn't kidnap your daughter, sir!

Why would I kidnap your daughter? She's alive, sir, right?

So what's the difference between my daughter and these children?

Why are you comparing our kids to those children, sir?

They're not the same. Their world is not like ours, sir.

Who are these kids?

The ones that you keep talking about, who are they?

Does anyone care about them?

Huh?

No one gives a damn, bhai sahib.

Yes. You are making a mistake.

What sort of life do you think these kids have?

Will they ever become doctors or engineers or anything?

- No one cares about these children. - Sit.

I'm telling you, you've got it all wrong. You don't understand this.

No one gives a shit about them, sir.

What will their future be?

They are unwanted kids because their parents fuck without protection.

They will eat and drink and someday, they'll clean up after rich people.

They'll watch TV, they'll dream,

but eventually, they'll die in the same filthy place where they were born.

That is the truth.

Now, you tell me.

Why is it a crime to turn their lives into somebody's lifeline?

They might as well make themselves useful when they're dead.

If it helps someone's wife to stay happy, if it keeps a family together,

if it helps a child to go to school and study,

what's wrong with that?

You tell me.

[sombre music playing]

And all these rich people that, I'm sorry to say,

all of you bend over backwards for,

they also use and throw these street rats.

Don't you think so?

They have four members in the house, but ten servants to look after them.

Think about it. Why doesn't anybody question them?

Ask me all the questions. I'm to blame for everything.

Arey, there are so many of them, sir.

If a few of them go missing tomorrow, nobody will even notice.

The truth is that I've set them free.

Come on now, ask me the next question.

Was your boss, Balbir Singh Bassi, involved?

[Prem grunts]

In any of this?

[inhales, exhales]

No, man. Not this. Ask me something else.

Anything else, not this question. Next question.

[sinister music playing]

[flames crackling]

[sinister music intensifies]

Only five minutes left. It's about to start.

[shouts] Sir!

[shouts louder] Sir!

[exhales, mutters indistinctly]

Arey, is anyone there?

Or is everyone dead, behenchod!

- [taps foot impatiently] - [show opening music starts]

Abbe, it's already started!

It's started! I told you about this!

Abbe! Hey! Hey! Abbe madarchod! Behenchod! Fuck you!

I've been calling out for so long, my throat is burning from all the shouting.

It's already started. Usha-ji's playing today.

She's about to win! I told you about it, but you wanted to finish everything today.

Open the lock. I want to go home right now.

[game show host] …of Eastern Religion and Ethics…

What's the matter?

…at Oxford University in the year 1936?

[shouts] Abbe oh! Behenchod! Are you deaf?

Saala! I'll fuck your happiness! I'll cut you into pieces!

[game show timer ticking]

- Open this now. Let me out! - [host] Option one. S. Radhakrishnan.

[tense game show music playing]

[game show host] Option two…

B.R. Ambedkar.

Option three…

C. Rajagopalachari.

[Prem mutters] Behenchod.

[game show host] Or is it option four?

Maulana Abul Kalam Azad.

Uh… ah, sir?

Option one. S. Radhakrishnan.

There's absolutely no need to be nervous!

This is the right answer!

- [Usha cheers] - [host] Congratulations!

[Usha laughs]

- Thank God! - And you have just won one crore rupees!

[hoe striking into earth]

You're digging in the wrong place.

You idiots.

You're not gonna find anything there. [mutters indistinctly]

Dig further away.

What absolute specimens. I'll do it myself.

- [police] Hey! - Arey, arey, arey!

Sir, he's digging in the wrong place.

I'm telling you, he's digging in the wrong place.

- Then where should he dig? - It's over here, sir, a little ahead.

I was trying to tell you, sir, but no one's listening to me.

[exhales]

- We need to dig further away. - [Pandey] Let him dig.

Arey, I've been telling you for so long, dig further.

I buried them. I would remember the spot, right?

It took a lot of work to put them here. I won't be so easy to find, sir.

Where is it?

[sombre music playing]

Finally! Here it is, sir. Here.

Wasn't I telling you we need to dig further?

Nobody listened.

Sahoo-ji…

[Prem] You see it?

- Noted. - [Prem] I've been telling you for so long.

There'll be more deeper inside.

[Prem] Ah!

There's this as well.

This also, sahib.

[Prem grunts]

[sombre music playing]

[Prem] Ah!

I found it, sir.

- [crowd gasping, murmuring indistinctly] - [man] It smells.

[man] There we go.

[man] All right.

[sombre music continues]

- [indistinct police chatter] - [woman sobbing]

[Prem] Where's that bag gone?

I put it somewhere here only, man.

Found it. I found it! I found it! I found it! I found it, sir.

[laughs happily] I found it!

Chumki. This is Chumki's bag!

[Prem] Now do you believe me?

[Harisadhan sobs and wails]

["Damru" playing in Hindi]

[onlookers shouting angrily]

CAPITAL PUNISHMENT TO THE KILLER

We would like to tell you that the bones and mortal remains of 25 children

have been recovered from this house so far.

The local police have not yet taken any action.

Hello, Mithilesh. Are you watching the news on TV?

…Balbir Singh Bassi and his helper Prem Singh…

What do you want to do?

…are both involved in the heinous murders of these innocent children.

Mm.

["Damru" continues playing]

[crowds shouting angrily]

WE WANT JUSTICE

Balbir Singh Bassi.

["Damru" continues playing]

BALBIR SINGH BASSI ARRESTED

[man] This gruesome crime will shock you to your core.

So many children were slaughtered for their organs,

with absolutely no remorse.

[wailing]

The truth is that this man is a shape-shifting vampire!

A bloodthirsty monster who will go to any lengths to cover his weakness.

Weakness! This is the truth this ruthless killer is hiding.

["Damru" continues playing]

[dialog muted under song]

[angry shouting]

["Damru" ending]

[man] Yes. Please pursue this case.

I want a status update in the next 30 minutes.

Please understand, you do not need to look into this matter, Mr Ahluwalia.

I have spoken to Dad.

I need suspensions!

Do you understand this?

And, of course, Commissioner sahib,

all actions will be routed through Mr Jawahar from now on.

- Am I clear? - [ominous music playing]

Ji.

Jai Hind.

[man] We state that the two previous sub-inspectors

and the current sub-inspector, Ram Charan Pandey,

are being dismissed from service, effective immediately.

There's more.

Now, the acting SP of Shahdara, Shri Bhupen Saikia,

will be instated as the DCP of Shahdara.

[reporters clamouring] Sir! Sir! Sir!

[ominous music slowly fading]

Ah, please help yourself, sir. Have some.

Bassi sahib, God works in mysterious ways.

Don't worry.

This mess will clear up soon.

Until then, you are our most esteemed guest.

Weren't they supposed to come at ten?

Ji, sir-ji. Just a minute, please.

Hello? Yes, Jai Hind.

Arey, what happened to the IBI team?

I see. They're here?

They're here, sir.

Welcome, sir.

[ominous music playing]

Good morning, Mr Bassi.

Jawahar Rastogi, from IBI.

[ominous music continues playing]

- Okay, so what do you want to watch? - Fashion.

Fashion? Okay, I'll put it on.

Mm?

Here. Just a minute.

- Papa! Not now! - One moment, beta.

…in the Shahdara murder case. IBI Chief Jawahar Rastogi said…

In our investigation so far, all evidence points to Prem Singh

as the prime suspect of the case.

The accusations made against Balbir Singh Bassi

appear to have no foundation at the moment.

The IBI has filed a new charge sheet along with the details of its observations.

But I can only share more information after the hearing.

[reporter] Ah… sir, could you give us some more information

about the key accused, Prem?

[Rastogi] Yes, of course. Prem Singh…

[sombre music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hello, Pandey. How are you?

Nice of you to call, bhai.

Um… sir.

Sir, I need a favour from you, sir.

[Saikia] Okay.

Sir, could you allow me to meet Prem?

[foreboding music playing]

[distant crow cawing]

[footsteps approaching]

[knock on cell door]

[keys jingling]

[Pandey] Mm.

How are you, sir?

Mm. Sit down. Sit, sit.

Arey.

Mm?

So what did you name your son?

We've named him Neev, sir.

Do you call your family?

- Family? Mm… - Mm.

- I haven't spoken to them in a few days. - [Pandey] Mm?

Last month, there was a storm in my village.

All the towers were down.

My village doesn't have roads.

Electricity comes and goes.

There's just one phone booth in the village.

Even that's impossible for me to get through.

[Pandey] Mm.

So tell me one thing, Prem.

Where…

Where did you keep the money that you made from selling organs?

I mean, where it is doesn't matter.

Just, how did you send it there?

I had help.

What kind of help?

I used to send it in instalments. By courier.

God, what type of courier service is this, man?

We're struggling to get a simple money order! Huh?

Then I need to introduce you to Chote Lal, sir.

He has the best courier service in the world.

Chote Lal, right?

- New Life compounder? - Yes, the compounder.

Mm…

Arey, that means you already know him!

Same guy! [Prem laughs]

We picked him up.

We got our hands on him.

And after that, he went missing.

Meaning?

What I mean is, man,

your money

has not reached your family yet.

Hey, stop it.

What?

Mm.

You're lying to me, right?

Arey, I know that you're lying. I'm not stupid!

Take this. Speak to your wife.

Arey, I just told you I can't talk to her.

The towers in my village are down.

I know that you're lying to me.

These police tricks won't work on me. I know everything.

Take these off. Take off these handcuffs.

Sir, take off my handcuffs. I want to go home.

- It's okay. - Oh! Oh, bhai! Oh! Take off my handcuffs.

- Sit down. Sit. - You let me go right now, sir.

- Sir, please free me. I want to go home. - Sit down.

- Sit down. - Arey! Fine, you want me to beg?

I'll do it. I touched your feet. Now can I go?

Take off these handcuffs, sir. I want to go home.

My wife and kids are all alone. I need to go and see them now.

Listen to me, there is no way you're getting out of this place ever again.

- You're screwed. - Papa-ji will get me out, okay?

- Papa-ji? - Yeah.

Your Papa-ji allowed you to take the fall for everything.

He blamed you for what happened.

He said that he was always away on business trips,

and had absolutely no idea what you were up to.

Kidnapping children and raping them,

Fucker, you did it!

It's all on you. Watch the news!

Every single person

in your entire village hates you.

Now, listen to me.

I know that your Papa-ji was involved in all of this.

Bassi is involved, isn't he?

Hello? Look at me. Look here.

He's involved, right?

Tell me the truth.

Tell me, Prem.

You're fucked anyway.

He'll get away with it.

You'll pay the price.

He did it, right?

Yes or no?

It's your last chance, chutiye!

Evergreen film songs.

Mm.

Hey, man, it's not 160, it's 108.

One-zero-eight. Where are you, man?

Hand… Hand! Just raise your hand.

[distant horn blares]

- Sir, I'm next to 120… - [Pandey] Hello?

- Ram, Ram, sir. There's 128… - Come on, man. Look here.

- What is this? What do you see? 108. - Oh man.

- Brought it? - Huh?

- Show me. - Yes.

Here's your…

the laptop that you asked for.

- [Pandey grunts] - Here you go.

- Give it to me. - And here's the charger.

[Pandey grunts]

- Anything else? - Yes, the headphones.

- Is the battery fully charged? - Yes, sir. It's fully charged.

Mm, okay.

Sir…

What's going on with you?

I mean, the laptop? And now you're going somewhere.

Did you find something? If you want, I can come with you.

I'm back tomorrow. We'll talk then.

Sir, you're getting caught up in all this again? Huh?

You please… don't get in trouble,sir-ji.

Man, you are 100% correct.

But what about Kalicharan Pandey?

What will he think of me?

Arey, sir.

He'll be sad if I don't finish this, so…

Sir, stop joking about this. I'm serious.

Please be careful. Take care of yourself.

I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Sir, call me if you need anything. I'll keep my phone on.

Mm. Okay.

[pensive music playing]

[bird calling]

[Pandey] Are you Prem Singh's wife?

Jyoti?

Yes.

[hinge squeaks]

[clattering]

EVERGREEN FILM SONGS

- [indistinct chatter] - [cow mooing]

What is this?

Um…

Can I get a cup of tea, please?

- Yes. - Thank you.

[woman screaming, muffled, in video on laptop]

[Bassi grunting in video, pleasured]

[sharp, unsettling music]

- [Bassi panting, grunting faster] - [woman keeps screaming]

[Bassi grunts loudly, panting heavily]

[woman half-whimpers, cut off]

[music slowly fades]

[Pandey sighs]

Sir, is it true that Prem-ji

really did all those things?

[sombre music playing]

This case is in court right now.

I cannot say anything yet.

But no human is capable of that.

Right?

[cicadas chirping]

[ominous beat]

[unsettling music playing]

Bhai sahib, there are no buses running on this road.

Could you give me a lift to the nearest bus stop?

- [man] Of course, get in. - Okay, thank you.

[man] Yogesh, go sit in the back.

In the front? Okay. All right.

Thank you.

- Shall we go? - Yes, yes. Sure.

[ominous beat]

[grunts]

I have been here for over an hour, bhai sahib.

Not one bus has passed.

[grunts]

[unsettling music continues]

Do you all belong to a family of wrestlers?

Yes, sir.

You are a very observant man, sir.

[laughs] Thank you.

So what do you do for a living?

Huh? Work?

Work…

- I'm looking for work right now. - Okay, okay.

Don't worry, you'll find a job for sure.

There are plenty of jobs out there.

[laughs] Yes, absolutely.

Where are you all going?

Bhai, we've been driving non-stop for over two hours.

Okay.

I really think we're lost.

[laughs]

Wow.

I think that is such a coincidence!

I got a lift from you only because you took a wrong turn.

By the way, where do you need to go?

If you have an address, maybe I can help you to find it.

Yogesh…

[Yogesh grunts]

Givesahib the address, please.

[Yogesh grunts]

Let me see.

[ominous beat]

[shouts]

Hey! [groaning]

[sombre music playing]

[groans]

[groans]

[choking]

EVERGREEN FILM SONGS

[sombre music continues]

[sombre music slowly fades]

IBI CLEARS BASSI, DEATH FOR PREM

DUSSEHRA FAIR 2006

[man] Wow, sir.

You look superb, sir. Just like a star.

Yeah, it's not bad, but this photo is too small.

I'll increase it, sir. I can do it right now.

Yes, that's okay, sir, but look at all the grammar mistakes,

Manoranjan Kumar!

It's Ranjan Kumar, sir.

Yeah, it's okay, it's okay.

- Make sure you fix everything, okay? - Yes, yes, of course, sir.

- And the photo? - [Ranjan] Yes.

- It needs to be bigger, okay? - Yes, sir.

Even my photo. Bigger. Like his.

[scoffs] Who do you think you are, huh?

Pathak, man…

Sorry.

Hmm?

Sir.

- You better get started. - Right away, sir.

Tell me how many times have I told you to get the floor mopped with phenyl?

How many times?!

Sir, I… sorry.

We'll fire the cleaner, sir.

She… she's never on time.

I don't care.

Order some chai and chole-kulcha for me.

Come on, get to work.

Yes, sir.

[sombre music playing]

[sombre music intensifies]

[music slowly fades]

- [distant crow cawing] - [dry coughing from inside]

[unsettling music playing]

[invalid coughing]

[sharp knock on door]

BISHNOI

MORE EVERGREEN FILM SONGS

[ominous music playing]

["Saaya" playing in Hindi]

["Saaya" ends]

[sombre instrumental music playing]

[music ends]

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