(man laughing)
(seductive music)
-(woman laughs) -(man grunts)
I don't believe it.
Yeah. You don't?
-(pounding on door) -(woman gasps)
(man) Shreya, open the door. I know you are in there.
Oh, shit! That's my husband.
-What? You have a husband? -Come, come...
No. That's someone else's husband, looking for his wife, ranting my name.
Of course, it's my husband. Baby, you need to hide.
He's crazy.
Where do I hide?
-There. Bathroom. -Bathroom?
-And stay there, please. -Yes.
Where the fuck is he?
-(shouts) You dog! Where are you? -Vasant.
Hey!
I am your husband.
Why does he get to celebrate with you?
-You dog! -(window blind rustles)
Hey...
Come out. Come out, you dog!
Out!
(crying)
No.
Look, mister. Look, mister.
(stutters) I am a good man.
A good man screwing around with someone else's wife?
And this is what you call a yoga class?
What position is this? Missionary position?
I can explain, Vasant. Please don't shoot. Please.
I won't shoot him.
Please don't shoot. (gasps)
-(gunshot fires) -(gasps, whimpers)
(body thuds)
(continues whimpering)
(cries) Mister! Please forgive me, mister!
I didn't know she wasn't single.
With a tadpole face like yours,
you think you can score with single women?
No, no, please.
(man) In exchange, I can give you anything you want.
Money, yes. Keep all of it. Keep it.
A couple of thousand rupees.
Were you planning to screw her on a 25-year EMI?
Is that a Rolex?
-Yes, it's a Rolex. Rolex. -Take it off.
Take it.
Give me all your cards!
Write down the pin on a piece of paper.
(thrilling music)
(coughing)
Hey!
Hey, why are you becoming a dog?
No, no, no heart attack.
No heart attack.
Shreya!
(music escalates)
-What did you do? -He's getting a heart attack.
-What did you do, you idiot? -He's getting a heart attack.
I am not a bloody doctor? I am not a real doctor.
-Wake up, uncle. I said get up. -(man cries)
(stutters) YouTube. Check on YouTube.
Hello, friends.
Today, I am going to show you
how to save a person having a heart attack.
Before watching the video, hit the like and subscribe button.
Hey, you!
Will you do it after the patient's death?
It's paining awfully.
Make the patient sit up straight.
-(both) Sit, sit. -(groans)
Tell him to stick his tongue out.
Now left.
Now right.
If the patient can fully comply,
then he is not having a heart attack.
He is having a panic attack.
(pounding on door)
Sir, please open the door.
Shit!
They must have heard the gunfire and come.
I told you not to buy this cheap rip-off gun,
from those flea market suppliers.
Sir, please open the door.
Your car keys. Give me your car keys.
-(pounding on door continues) -Hey...
If you tell anyone about this,
we'll send the video to your wife.
-Let's go, Arjun. -You decide whether she will like,
share or murder you.
You rascals...
I got robbed.
(fast-paced music)
What I had come to do and look at what's happened.
(Shreya) Arjun, did you grab his purse?
Was the Rolex genuine?
I was kissing him for so long.
That old man was feeling me up.
(Bollywood music playing)
(man shouting in distance)
(man shouts in pain)
-(knife swishes) -(Arjun) Hey!
Hey!
Hey. Hey.
Hey!
Boss, boss. Are you all right?
-Arjun. -Leave me. Leave me.
Leave me. Leave me.
Leave me.
Arjun, let's go.
Arjun, let's get out of here.
Arjun, please let's go.
Arjun.
(man 1) Sir, I didn't do anything. Sir, I didn't do anything.
Sir, let me go. Please let me go.
(cop 1) What do we do with this guy?
We beat him to a pulp, but he keeps repeating the same thing.
Can we trust him?
Looks like an asshole though.
Assholes don't exist in a different hemisphere.
They live among us.
Honestly, sir.
The consignment will arrive today at Bhaucha Dhakka.
(knocking on door)
(indistinct conversation)
-What's going on? -Nothing. Just a routine inquiry.
About what?
I haven't even asked him that much yet.
Can I?
Don't do anything out of line.
Yes, madam.
-(cop 2) Jai Hind, ma'am. -(cop 3) Jai Hind, ma'am
If your Bhaucha Dhakka information turns false,
I'll break your back so hard that you won't be able to sit again.
Yes, sir.
(theme music)
(running footsteps)
(thudding footsteps)
(tense music)
(intense music builds up)
(elephant screaming)
(elephant crying)
(footsteps approaching)
-(religious music playing) -(conch shell blowing)
(dramatic music)
(people shout) Ganpati Bappa... Morya!
(dramatic music continues)
(sirens wailing)
-(Kazbe) How are you? -All good, saheb.
You will get bail in the Mumbai High Court case.
But the police can put you in Yerawada Jail
in connection to the land-grabbing case.
And the person in charge of Yerawada Jail
is an honest and sincere man.
Then, cancel my bail. I'll stay right here.
Absolutely right, saheb.
How are you, Uncle?
Is it too deep?
What, Uncle?
It's not a well. It's my feet.
Touch it properly.
Stay blessed.
-The consignment's on its way, Uncle. -Oh.
But he's asking for more money to get it through customs.
Did you come here to tell me this?
Wagging your tail like a dog.
Can't you handle him by yourself?
I can even give my blood
for the business if needed.
And you are my blood.
Uncle... if we kill him,
the entire police force will come for us.
Recite ABCD.
-♪ A-B-C-D-E-- ♪ -(laughing)
♪ ...E-F-G... ♪
-♪ H-I-J-K-- ♪ -Stop.
What does K stand for?
(stammering)
Kaula.
Amateurs exist because of the business,
not the other way around.
Understood.
I will do it, Uncle.
I will do it.
Saheb.
Yes, saheb.
Now, leave.
(Kazbe) You guys think it's funny.
Recite ABCD to me.
-(camera shutters) -(reporters clamouring)
(reporter 1) When did this murder occur?
And look, Arif Khan has arrived on the scene.
As you can see, Arif Khan from CIB
has arrived on the scene.
The Anand Mishra murder case seems crucial.
Arif sir, can you tell us something about Anand Mishra?
About his murder?
(man) Sir, the victim's name--
I know.
Anand Mishra. He was a friend of mine.
There were two people, sir. A boy and a girl.
They first conned a man in the hotel.
Stole his car and fled.
(camera clicking)
Get DNA from his nails,
and send it for testing urgently.
(sombre music)
(Khan exhales deeply)
CCTV footage.
Right, sir.
(man 1) Sir, the CCTV was fully functional.
But they abruptly went offline.
And came back on just as abruptly.
I thought something was wrong,
and I was going to inform today.
-Where were you? -Sir...
We were playing cards.
-Where were you? -The machine was down.
So I thought I could go out and call my wife.
(inspector) I've circulated the number of the car they used to flee.
Yes, we'll find the car but not them.
Why is that, sir?
Because we still ask such ridiculous questions!
Sir, you have the full support of the Pune Police--
Even my underwear supports me.
Do your job.
My friend has been murdered.
I will handle the Commissioner;
you get on with your duty.
(dramatic music)
Go on.
(cars honking)
Why did that man grab me?
Look at what he did to my hand.
-See. -Forget him. What do we do now?
We will have to disappear. Dump this car somewhere.
Here. Here. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take a left here.
You go and clean your hands.
And I'll get us some clothes, okay?
Go, go.
(fast-paced music)
How will we get out of here now?
(man) Stop!
I said stop.
Stop.
Stop. Stop.
What happened?
He always signs under fake names,
and eats double portions of food.
I'll complain to Father and send him to the correction centre.
No, please. Don't do that.
Starting tomorrow, we'll eat from the same plate.
That should cover all your losses.
Please.
Come on.
Why do you do it?
Why are you smiling?
Fatso is in for some bad luck.
You'll get us killed someday.
We were born together,
and we'll even die together.
Right?
Wrong.
Even if I am dead,
I won't let you die.
Let's go.
(Shreya) Arjun.
-Arjun. -What?
I am asking you a question.
Then ask.
Will you call Karan?
I can't tell him all this over the phone.
And if his wife, Devika, finds out it's me,
she will blow a lid.
She will give him unwanted tension.
What now?
Let's go see him.
(Commissioner on TV) One by one. One by one, please.
(reporter) Sir, Anand Mishra was a renowned journalist in the country.
He gets murdered,
and no arrests have been made yet.
(Commissioner) Even if we did make arrests,
the names can only be disclosed after a thorough investigation.
Right?
Anand Mishra was a responsible journalist of the country.
Which is why CIB has decided
-to take over the case. Okay? -(door opens)
(woman) CIB's involvement tells us there is more to this.
There's always more than meets the eye.
No more questions, please. Move, please.
(Devika) Have some dinner.
I made your favourite chicken.
I'll have my dinner outside.
You just got home.
Where are you going now?
I don't have to tell you.
Can't we have a normal conversation, Karan?
No.
I asked you a question.
I need an answer.
Depends on who is asking the question.
My wife or my boss.
How does it matter?
If it's my boss, then I'm bound to give an answer.
I don't want to be unprofessional.
And what about being hurtful, Karan?
Then what is your answer?
This is your boss asking.
Where are you going?
You're my boss at the police station, not at home.
Can't take orders from a woman, right?
No, please, not that same card! No, no!
Then why?
As long as we were at the same level, everything was all right.
But ever since I got promoted,
your personality has completely changed.
I haven't changed. You have.
The promotion and success have gone to your head.
Really?
You like to insult me in front of everyone.
"Karan, get that file."
"Karan, why are you late?"
"Karan, where is your delivery?"
"Karan, you won't work on this case."
"You won't do this, do that."
You like doing all this.
You know the truth?
I was promoted, and you weren't even taken into consideration.
You can't take it.
I can take it.
The truth is
I only do my job and not lick my senior's boots.
I lick boots?
Don't get me started.
You are such an asshole!
I thought we had decided not to invade each other's space.
So, please can you give me my space?
Here I am.
What will you do?
Get out of my room now! Out!
You get out of the house!
-Please! -This is my house!
I pay half the EMI,
and your behaviour isn't good for my child.
Our child!
And not like I'm enjoying myself here.
So then?
So then what? You know.
Let's just call it.
You want a divorce?
Don't you?
(daughter) Mom.
You're awake.
Please stop fighting.
We weren't fighting, baby. We were talking.
(phone beeps)
(car engine idles)
(Shreya) Arjun, let's go. Let's go. Let's follow them.
Why don't you call Karan?
(Arjun) How can I call him? My phone is dead.
And I don't remember his number.
(suspenseful music)
Something seems off.
What do you think?
The consignment is getting delivered here,
but this place is deserted.
Something isn't right.
You check here. I'll check over there.
(phone ringing)
-Yes, Babban. -Madam,
Karan sir is walking into a trap in Bhaucha Dhakka.
(phone buzzing)
-(automated voice) The number you've-- -(exclaims in frustration)
Come on, Karan.
Nehal, Karan's life is in danger.
Send backup to Bhaucha Dhakka. Now.
What are you doing here?
Your phone was out of reach, so I followed you here.
What did you do this time?
Can't I come to meet you casually, brother?
Casually? At this hour? In Mumbai?
Don't try to fool me. What did you do this time?
I'm in some serious trouble. Only you can get me out.
I knew it.
Whatever it is, come see me later.
This place isn't safe. Leave.
I said leave!
(guns firing)
(gunfire continues)
Arjun!
Run!
(dramatic music)
(man grunts)
(police siren wailing)
(gun clicking)
I came to ask you for help, not to get myself killed.
Who are these guys?
Raghav and his dogs. That's why I told you to get out.
Hey, police!
Let's leave from here before the police see us.
Arjun, run!
(gunfire continues)
(glass shatters)
Arjun, jump!
The water must be filthy.
(water sloshing)
Sir, the report on the DNA sample we collected has arrived.
Thank you.
Come here.
Open your tin can and show me the match for this DNA.
Sir, officially we shouldn't have this record.
Hacking into the DNA database is illegal, sir.
How many cases have you solved officially?
Sir, unofficially also, this will take some time.
(siren wailing)
Seal the entire area!
Find Karan sir. Quickly, quickly!
(sirens continue)
Where is Karan?
-Jai Hind, madam. -Where is Karan?
Madam, they are taking him to the ambulance.
Karan!
(Karan) I haven't changed. You have.
The promotion and success have gone to your head.
You like to insult me in front of everyone.
(Devika) Your behaviour isn't good for my child.
(Karan) Our child!
And I am not enjoying it either.
-You want a divorce? -Don't you?
(siren wailing)
(Devika) Karan.
Karan.
Stay with me.
Karan, stay with me.
Karan.
Karan, don't give up on me.
Karan. Karan.
Karan, stay with me.
Fuck, this was faster than I expected.
-Sir, we've got a match. -(Khan claps)
Show me.
Arjun, run!
(man 1) Sir, this is Arjun. He's a small-time thief.
But he's never been involved in anything serious yet.
He's the prime suspect in the Anand Mishra murder case.
(Khan) These people are hiding the truth.
Before they stifle the truth,
I will expose it to the world.
I gave you everything served on a platter.
-But you shat on it. -I will not spare whoever killed Karan.
Don't take me lightly!
(guns firing)
-(door opens) -Arjun?