(car zips past)
(tyres screech)
(intense music)
(tyres screech)
(intense music continues)
(intense music fades)
(theme music)
Um, Sehmat.
Thank you for this.
This Jay wasn't even a suspect.
How could he be? He has no motive.
(Sehmat sighs)
Did you... talk to Sharanya?
Hmm.
What if...
This Jay was planted in Raut's campaign
by the opposition party.
Highly unlikely.
They have background checks.
- (Armaan) It's compulsory. - Yeah.
If Jay really is involved,
then that increases the problems faced by Raut's manager.
Why?
This Manoj Jain, right?
(Sehmat) A few years ago,
he got caught up in a scandal
where he was accused of funnelling money
from the Mumbai Cricket Committee's treasury.
Armaan! I am so sorry!
Are you okay?
Actually... actually, I am sorry.
I was the one who requested Sehmat
to pick you up in a police jeep and spoil your date.
(playful music)
Yes... I don't know if that was necessary.
If you had just picked up my call, this wouldn't have happened.
Anyway, anyway, look...
I am glad that you're here.
And... now let's concentrate on finding Jay.
Ma'am! We found him.
Oh.
But we have... lost him.
Huh?
(mysterious music)
(Bunty) It doesn't look like a suicide, madam.
(Sehmat) Hmm.
It's not that high.
It has to be an accident.
Armaan says,
"It is definitely murder."
Armaan, why don't you come down?
Armaan!
(inaudible whispering)
He can't come down. He isn't wearing the right shoes.
Yeah, right.
Yeah, fine.
Okay.
Prepare to move this body.
(Sehmat) Come on, Bunty, let's head up.
I still think this is an accident.
That poor fool wanted to put up a poster on this pole.
To reach higher, he made the mistake of climbing on this scooty.
He lost his balance and fell.
Skull fracture. That's your evidence.
Er...
What? What's your theory?
Three points.
He... he told me on the phone
that he has to put up posters near my house.
So, what was he doing so far away from my house?
Second,
if he climbed onto the scooty to put up the posters,
then the scooty should be on the main stand.
It's on the side stand.
Thirdly,
take a look at the poster.
That poster is nailed to this pole.
That means a hammer was used.
Where is the hammer?
I feel...
that the hammer was used to fracture his skull.
That is the murder weapon.
And after that, everything was placed this way.
Um... did you...
find any papers or receipts around Jay?
Nothing, all we found was one notebook in his bag.
And all that had were terrible slogans for their campaign.
Madam.
We found this cigarette packet
in the boy's pocket. There is something in there.
(Bunty) Good job.
(Sehmat) It's a piece of paper.
This is a bill for flower decoration.
Come here.
Look at the initials.
(gasps)
NV.
- Nikita... - Vishwakarma.
NV... Nikita Vishwakarma.
I am telling you the two cases are connected!
Three.
Now we have three cases.
(Armaan) Yes.
They are connected.
(playful music)
(sighs)
Bunty, what... are we doing differently?
The evidence is the same, the case is the same,
but this Armaan always finds a different angle to look at the case.
(inhales sharply)
Madam, he has an overthinking disease.
He is free all day. It's not like he has a job.
If a person thinks that much,
then one of those ideas is bound to be right.
You carry the entire department on your shoulders.
You are stressed about your promotion as well as mine.
Right?
(quirky music)
Am I right?
On top of that, you solve cases, too.
You also boost the morale of this department.
Mistry could never do all that.
Only you could do that.
And probably me after you are gone.
(mysterious music)
(music picks up)
Oh.
Madhuri's trust had a fundraising event in Ahmedabad yesterday.
(door opens)
Okay...
Oh, hi, it's you guys.
What brings you here all of a sudden?
Why? Doesn't your party have an open-door policy?
You're right. I am really sorry.
It's...
After Jay's accident,
we are all a little disturbed. That's all.
Sorry, tell me. How can I be of service?
Um... we wanted to...
(papers crumpling)
Um... we wanted to talk to you about Nikita Vishwakarma.
Okay. Who is she?
Please don't mind. I am listening.
Please go ahead.
She was a volunteer here.
Oh.
Actually, the thing is a lot of people volunteer here.
Everyone wants a party worker ID these days.
So, they stop showing up as soon as they get their ID cards.
Um... uh... photo.
Yeah, wait a minute.
Hey, that is Nikki!
I am really sorry. I didn't know her name was Nikita.
Uh...
She got a permanent job, didn't she?
So, she quit working here.
I told you, didn't I?
You can't trust anyone.
That reminds me...
- Yes? - You...
used to manage Madhuri Raut's charitable trust as well, correct?
- Yes. - And then...
after that,
I think you... got involved in a cricket scandal...
Look, sir, it became difficult for me to manage everything.
That is why I quit.
Now all of Mrs. Madhuri's businesses
are handled by Paras Gupta.
(Manoj sighs)
You're... trying to say something.
Oh, no, sir.
All I can say is...
the open-door policy is not just for the party.
It also applies at home.
- This is for you. - Um... Thank you.
Okay, thank you.
Please vote for Ramakant Raut.
(ominous music)
(car engine powers down)
(sighs)
The man you are looking for...
his name is Bengali Bullet.
Ex B-gang member.
- That is what I heard. - (scoffs)
I don't pay you to give me rumours.
You can confirm it from someone else if you like.
My source is solid.
Madam?
(lighter clicks)
(intriguing music)
Where are you, driver?
How long will you take to bring the car around?
Sir!
How convenient. Good timing.
We were just on our way to meet you.
Bad timing, actually.
I am late for my flight.
- Do you have two minutes? - I am sorry.
Actually...
Where are you going? Ahmedabad?
Oh! But he went to Ahmedabad yesterday, right?
Oh, right, he went yesterday.
Where... is he going today?
How would I know?
Actually, I think Madhuri Raut might know.
Madhuri Raut might know?
But how would she know?
If she doesn't know, then who would, correct?
Really?
Madhuri and I were together.
Both of you...
please don't tell anyone else about this.
You should have thought of that before you got together.
What is the point of telling us this?
Anyway, when did it go from
"we are together" to "we were together"?
Last night.
Look, I had no intention of hurting Rama.
Do you understand that this is a motive?
Believe me. I had nothing to do with the attack on Rama.
I have nothing to do with that.
Please. Believe me.
It was just an affair, and it's over now.
(phone ringing)
Hi, Monica aunty.
Sharanya, Shravan just broke my vase!
- What? - It was a gift from someone.
I am so sorry. It must have been a mistake. I am at work right now--
Do me a favour, and take him with you.
I need to go to the bank. It's very important.
No, aunty, can you please manage for a bit longer?
Please, Sharanya, you should understand my problem, too.
- Okay, fine. Okay, bye. - Please hurry and come back.
Okay... uh, I am so sorry.
Shravan is with my neighbour, and she is being a bitch about it.
I... I have to go, okay?
Bye. Bye.
Hey...
- (phone ringing) - (Sharanya) Sorry. Please manage...
- Yes, Sehmat? - Armaan,
we have the shooter's location.
- We are on our way. - Oh! Okay.
(uneasy music rising)
(radio crackles)
(Bunty) Ma'am, we are heading towards Binod's house right now.
I will keep you updated. Okay? Bye. I mean over.
(radio beeps)
Yes, okay, over.
Um... what is the shooter's name?
Binod Goswami, aka Bengali Bullet.
So, he is a gangster?
Hmm.
And his height...
is 6'3".
Oh. I... I guess I got lucky.
But Raut's campaign manager confirmed
that Nikita Vishwakarma was a volunteer in their party.
Good. So, the cases are connected.
Yeah.
(uneasy music rising)
He is in here.
I have an idea. Shoot it vertically.
Don't move it too much.
If we put this on social media, I will go viral.
- Now, action. - Sir, we are on duty.
Give me that.
(knocks)
Mumbai Police! Open the door!
(banging on door)
Mumbai Police!
Open the door or I'll go full John McClane on it
and smash it open!
(uneasy music rising)
Give me a rock.
(Bunty) Mumbai Police!
Hurry up and come out.
- We have a weapon. - (Binod) Don't shoot.
Who is in there?
(wheelchair creaking)
(radio beeps)
(Bunty) Siddiqui ma'am, come in.
Go for Siddiqui.
Ma'am, come in.
- Go for Siddiqui. - Come in. Come in, ma'am.
Go for Siddiqui. Speak, Bunty.
No, you need to come inside ma'am. I meant "come in."
Oh. Okay.
(sighs)
(Binod) Ma'am, I am no longer involved in any crime.
I left that long ago.
During the shootout at Wadala,
I was the first victim.
And then, I woke up at the hospital.
I have barely gone out in the last 10 years.
Get his door fixed. With your salary.
- But, ma'am-- - But what?
Otherwise, he might hit us with a harassment case.
I am heading back to the headquarters. I will see you there.
See you. What a waste of time, man.
Mistry sir...
Do you know any good craftsman who can fix that door for cheap?
(playful music)
Such a pointless expense.
His shoes.
Whose?
Bunty,
your shoes are dirty. They have mud on them.
We are the Mumbai Police. Of course they get dirty on duty.
Binod Goswami's shoes were near the wall next to him.
(suspenseful music)
They were dirty too.
A man who hasn't stepped out in 10 years,
how could his shoes...
(sneaky music)
(Bunty) This Bengali Bullet is a dangerous character.
Stay right here, sir. We won't let him get away this time.
Come on, let's go. Hurry! Thank you, sir, thank you so much.
(sneaky music continues)
Hurry up.
He ran away. Check everything.
If you are hiding in here, then it's time to come out.
(exclaims)
(sneaky music picks up)
Uh... Bunty!
(sneaky music continues)
(sneaky music rises)
Um... Call Bunty.
(AI assistant) Sorry, I did not get that.
Call Bunty!
(AI assistant) Calling Geeta aunty.
No, no, cut. Cut it.
- Cut, cut. - Calling Haircut Suresh.
Bunty!
(sneaky music continues)
- Nothing? - Nothing.
(sneaky music continues)
(determined music)
(determined music picks up)
(gasps)
(Armaan panting) Oh, God.
Oh, God...
(Binod) Side, please.
(sneaky music)
Sir, make sure to hold on tight.
(music speeds up)
(music fades)
Oh, my God!
Mistry sir!
What are you doing up there?
Do you...
want to jump?
(Sehmat) I can't believe it.
He was right there!
And you let him go?
Ma'am, I don't think that's fair--
Don't interfere.
And what do you do?
You're missing half the time, so what do you get paid for?
- Excuse me? - What!
Hey.
What is this language?
Come on. Let the grown-ups talk.
(Bunty) Let's go.
Just because you have a cute smile
doesn't mean you can disrespect a cop. Come on, kid.
Anyway, your part is done.
We know who the killer is and we will find him. Okay?
We don't need you anymore. I can handle it from here.
Sehmat...
Is... is this personal?
(sombre music)
I don't think anyone else here respects you as much as I do.
No doubt, I learnt a lot from being under you in the crime branch, and...
I really owe you for that.
But...
you are far too desperate to prove yourself.
And after today's events, I am convinced
that you are not ready for the field.
And you!
If you can't be there for him, then just quit!
(bike speeding)
(phone ringing)
(Binod) The cops know my identity.
We need to meet.
Let's meet at our regular spot.
(suspenseful music)
(vehicles crash)
(silent explosion)
(Shravan) Armaan uncle!
Kohli! What records did you break today?
- I broke a vase today. - What?
Not here! Please. Go there.
Go, stand near that car and practise. Go.
And please stay there.
He had a cricket match nearby, so we thought we should meet you.
Good.
I was just...
You know?
Uh...
You can see this spot from the window of my house.
And I used to...
stand and wait for Sushmita to come home.
When she parked her car here,
I would know that she would reach home in four minutes.
So, I would keep her tea ready.
Sorry, sorry, not tea. Green tea. Sorry.
(jackhammer drilling into concrete)
Now when I...
look at this spot, I don't know why...
(jackhammer drilling)
...but I see smoke. I said...
Yeah. It's not important.
(jackhammer continues drilling)
(dhol playing)
(curious music)
Come, come.
Shravan!
Um... that...
Do we have footage of the rally that was held that day?
- Yes, we do. One second. - Can I see it?
Here.
- (people cheering) - (dhol playing)
(bullet fires and connects)
Third floor. Window. Third floor!
(people screaming)
Thank you.
I know that look.
The case is cracked.
(Sharanya sighs)
(playful music)
Thank you, all, for coming here.
I want you all to
please take the same position that you were in
before the shots were fired.
(playful music)
Why is Mistry sir turning this into a street play?
Just tell him to come out and say it.
That is just how he is. He loves the suspense and the drama.
And in these situations, he can even control his OCD.
What is going on here? We already know who the shooter was.
What was his name?
Binod Goswami.
Thanks to you, he must be in a different city or state by now.
Binod Goswami got away
because of me.
But the person who gave Binod Goswami that rifle
is right here at this moment.
Please cooperate with me for five minutes.
I will explain everything. I promise.
Mr. Raut, you were giving your speech.
Mr. Manoj, you and Mrs. Madhuri were sitting there.
Just before the speech ended, you came up here.
As soon as your speech was over, you bowed to Lord Ganesha.
That was when the bullet was fired...
(bullet fires)
...and hit Omkar.
Correct?
So, here is where
a twist comes to this story.
Is it possible that all of us
were wrong from the very start?
Is it possible that Mr. Raut was never the target?
From the very start...
Omkar was the target.
(Sehmat) Armaan...
Okay, okay.
We will come back to Omkar. For now, we can move on.
Mr. Manoj.
You were...
the first one to react.
(bullet fires)
(people screaming)
Third floor! Third floor! The window on the third floor.
Thanks to you, we were able to figure out where the shot came from.
In that moment, luckily.
So, from your position,
were you able to get a look at the shooter?
Uh... I heard the gunshot.
And I followed that.
Right there.
Third floor. Window.
And... that's how we spotted him.
Okay.
So, let's say, for example,
if someone shoots a bullet right now,
then you can listen to it and tell us exactly where the shot came from.
- Right. - Okay, okay.
So, at this moment,
Sharanya is hiding in one of these houses.
And on my...
Sorry.
On my command, she will fire.
- Armaan! - Whoa, whoa, Madam Siddiqui. She...
will be firing blanks.
Not actual bullets. Let's do this.
Uh, Sharanya...
Actually, wait... wait a minute. I forgot something.
(Armaan) Guys!
Come.
(Armaan) They were playing really loud that day if you remember.
Brothers! One, two, three.
Let it rip!
(dhol playing)
Sharanya, fire.
Yes.
(bullet fires)
(dhol playing)
(playing stops)
Yes?
(intense music)
Um...
From that window?
You're wrong. It's okay. We will try again.
(dhol playing)
Sharanya, fire.
Yes.
(bullet fires)
(playing stops)
Come on, Mr. Manoj, it's time for you to show us your talent.
That window right there.
Um...
You guys can leave now. Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
See that?
(Armaan) I don't understand what is happening.
On that day, you were able to pinpoint
exactly where the bullet came from.
We all clearly watched you do that in the video.
But you're unable to figure it out today?
Look, sir, there was a lot of chaos on that day.
- I saw the shooter, and he-- - Wait a minute.
You were standing here,
and you claim that you saw the shooter all the way over there.
But is... is that possible?
Because on that day,
there was a curtain up on this pole.
So, to be able to look at that window,
you would have to be standing here.
You wouldn't have been able to see it from there.
Actually, I am a little confused.
Um, give me another chance, and I will tell you the location.
Did you give Omkar another chance?
Or did you give Nikita another chance?
Or Jay?
No, right?
You tried to kill me, too.
You were the only one taking all the chances from the start.
You transferred party funds
into your offshore accounts.
Your accountant Nikita noticed this and asked you about it.
(suspenseful music)
That is when you started thinking of ways to get rid of her.
(suspenseful music continues)
THIS GIRL WANTS TO DEFAME ME AND RAMAKANT SIR.
WE NEED TO GET HER OUT OF THE WAY.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN? - FINISH HER OFF
(Armaan) Then Jay Joshi was next.
Sir, I found something that looks like a receipt.
That girl you mentioned, Nikita. I think this is connected to her.
Okay, listen up, everyone.
Finish your work and go home.
Have you lost your mind?
What are you saying?
Do you think I am standing here to listen to this nonsense?
Sir? Ma'am? Please let's go.
No one is going anywhere.
(Armaan) At least let me finish Mr. Manoj.
Omkar rejected your offer.
Because...
he was a good man.
You, however, are not a good man.
So, you continued shopping.
And, eventually, he found a contract killer.
Binod Goswami,
aka Bengali Bullet.
So, he gave him Nikita's contract
and made sure Nikita was out of the way.
But...
Omkar knew that he wanted to kill Nikita.
(music intensifies)
So, what if he revealed that to someone else?
That is why he also gave Omkar's contract to Bengali Bullet.
Which...
Which was a genius move, sir.
Omkar died.
But we all thought your life was in danger,
which is why you got all the sympathy.
Genius move.
Sir...
- Sir, he-- - Shut up.
You petty thief.
Let's go, Madhuri.
Listen to me, sir. She would have destroyed you along with me.
Hey, hero. Stay right there.
(bullet fires)
Sharanya, you don't need to fire anymore.
I didn't fire that.
(bullet fires)
- (people panicking) - (Bunty) That's a real shot, ma'am!
(Sehmat) Bunty!
(music intensifies)
- Bunty, this is locked! - (Bunty exclaims)
(mysterious music)
I can see him. I am on his tail.
Sharanya, what are you doing? Why are you tailing him?
(mysterious music continues)
(Sharanya) Shit.
(music speeds up)
(Sharanya) Shit.
(gasps)
(suspenseful music)
(music fades)
Don't shoot.
(Sharanya whimpers)
Binod, stop right there.
(suspenseful music)
Don't come any closer.
You are making a huge mistake!
You can't hurt me!
(Sehmat) There are cops all over this area.
Surrender. That is the better option.
(music slowly rises)
(Bunty) Hey, lower your gun. Lower it.
(Sehmat) Let her go, or you will be killed.
No...
(Sehmat) This is your final warning. Let her go and surrender.
(Binod) Never. Back off.
- (Bunty) You will honestly end up dead. - (Binod) Go back.
(Bunty) Look at me.
If you come any closer. I will blow her brains out.
(Binod) Don't come any closer.
(Sharanya screams)
Arrest him!
(Bunty) Impressive, sir!
(Sehmat) Put handcuffs on him.
Yes, ma'am.
(Armaan exclaims)
(Sehmat) Take him away.
(Sharanya) Oh, my God!
Okay, okay, okay...
(Bunty) It's nothing, sir.
You okay?
Yeah, are you okay?
Here, here, here.
For this attack, Manoj Jain
hired Binod Goswami, aka Bengali Bullet.
Both of them are currently in custody.
One more thing.
The credit for cracking this case
goes to our ex-police officer,
Armaan Mistry.
- (camera shutters clicking) - (reporters shout at Armaan)
Without him, it might have been impossible to uncover the truth.
(reporters clamouring)
All of the cameras were on you.
I am telling you, you will be trending tomorrow.
Why would I care about trending?
Trends eventually end.
You don't understand.
If this case is on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow,
then we will have cases lined up.
Wait a minute. Did you
start a newspaper subscription for me?
What?
No.
(intriguing music)
(music intensifies)
(explosion)