Listen Hariya, get only thirty rotis from tomorrow.
Thirty rotis? Fine.
Oh, no!
Oh, my!
Sir…
It's 4.30 in the morning. Wake up!
What is this?
We are getting late!
I’ve collected the papers from your house.
Sir?
We have to leave for Sonipat, Sir. Wake up.
Next time, please do not splash cold water.
Are you listening?
As you say, Sir.
It's mentioned in the Almanac…
This inauspicious night of "Maha Rahu-kaal"
that comes once in 372 years.
Just a few more moments for this night to come to an end.
Dear viewers, as it is the night of lunar eclipse…
continue to chant and remember "Kaal Bhairav."
"Sudarshan Chakra"…
Please stop this idiot.
The time is about to change…
Time is a fucking warped swamp.
Indeed it is… But first eat something.
Enough with this. Have a bite now.
Eat this first.
Sir!
How is Mini?
Mini?
It's her birthday today.
Damn it!
I’ve lost the battle Gossain.
I tried everything.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get her custody.
Pass the bag.
Her mother had made it for her.
What do you think, Gossain?
Does Mini still remember Manvi?
Come on, Sir. How can she ever forget her mother?
How old will she turn today?
Eight…
I haven't met her in eight weeks.
She turns 10 today.
My Mini will turn ten today!
Oh, no! Stop it…
Let's move, Sir.
I have to report on duty after dropping you off.
Hey!
Walk straight!
Sit down. Sit down.
Sir…
What the heck!
As it is my suspension has screwed up things…
And now these extra expenses!
Don't worry, Sir.
You can still smash one's head with it.
However, the parts have become loose.
So get a new one, Sir.
Hello…
Gadar Singh,
report to Haqiqat Nagar, Jamnaa Paar, immediately.
Crime Branch has to take the handover from the local police station.
But Sir, I…
It’s an emergency.
A Crime Branch Officer, has come over from the Headquarters.
You get there. Quick.
I was leaving for Sonipat, Sir.
Brother Gadar, listen carefully…
Do you…
want a permanent stamp of suspension?
The phone is on the speaker and
D.C.P. Sir is sitting right in front of me.
He's listening.
Sir…
Gadar Singh…
It's a sensitive case.
I'm putting you back in charge.
So please keep a check, on your temper.
And handle the media carefully.
Sure, Sir.
Now leave and report to the local S.H.O.
Quickly.
Excuse me, Sir.
Note down the address.
Yes, Sir.
Hanuman Temple. Lane number 11.
House Number 84/35.
Haqiqat Nagar.
Be mindful of one more thing, Gadar!
I had to hustle my way through this.
So please don't play Bond in front of the media.
No statements until it's verified.
Do you understand?
And yes…
Brother, don’t cause a riot like you did the last time.
Yes, Sir.
Who was it?
Hold this.
Take this.
Can we go now?
Let's go.
Where to?
-Jamnaa Paar. -Huh?
-Jamnaa Paar. -Jamnaa Paar!
Give me this.
Why?
Didn't you hear him talk about some wheels spinning tonight!
Yes, Sir.
You sit. First, you sit.
Hey… you sit carefully.
Let's go, I'm fine.
Gossain… Do you believe in God?
What other option does a Priest's son have?
Do you think God resides on this side of the Yamuna too?
Not sure of God, Sir…
But this side of Yamuna surely benefits from the presence of the Purabis.
Purvanchal gangs and politicians,
both wield power in the neighbourhood.
It's the gift of their "diligent administration"!
Delhi's bloody swampland!
Hey…
Move aside, make way, move aside.
Move!
Move aside, move back!
Madam… madam, move aside, please…
Move, madam. Move, man! Move!
Sir… Sir… Sir! Sir!
Sir, Sunny Jha.
Independent Reporter.
SanSunny News Channel… Sir, actually…
We met during the "nurse case", Sir.
Sir, I have two small questions. Sir…
Alright… one, just one question, Sir.
Pandit, listen.
Don’t lock horns with the media. Form the perimeter.
Get these buggers out of here.
Instruct the S.H.O. to keep the locals away.
Also coordinate with the forensic team…
and arrange for Shakeel…
before "Nag" comes to bite.
I'll take care of it.
I'll be back.
Bloody vultures, hovering around with their broad open beaks.
Buddy!
Watching a video, are you? Let me have a look, as well.
See, it's a new release.
Kaatil Kalaiyaan.
Nice!
Kaatil Kalaiyaan?
Artist- Inspector Gadar Gurdas Singh.
-Sir! -Get going, you dumbfuck!
It's a serious matter.
Out!
Sir…
Myself, A.S.I. Jeevan Vigyas, Sir.
Never encountered anything like this before, Sir.
Please tell us what is to be done.
Are you here to click photos or embrace the corpses?
Move back. Out.
Stupid!
Which laggard has been sent by the Headquarter?
Me, Sir.
I mean… sorry…
Sub-inspector, Satyawati Mittal, reporting from Headquarter, Sir.
Why is the movement so slow despite all of you being here?
Actually Sir, everybody is shocked after
witnessing this ghastly sight early in the morning.
Can’t wrap our heads around this bizarre occurrence.
What information do you have about the victims?
The statements are being taken, Sir.
The one in the middle is Jatin Chandel.
Plywood business owner, around 40.
This is his wife, Rupali Chandel.
This is his elder brother, Uday Chandel and his wife Navika Chandel.
She is Pinky Chandel, Jatin’s niece.
And she is Jatin and Uday's mother, Kaushalya Devi.
And Sir, he is Uday and Navika’s son, Kushagra Chandel.
Sir…
Sir, the media is reporting this as a religious cult ritual.
It's not an auspicious day today, Sir.
So let's come back tomorrow.
Should we come tomorrow?
No, Sir! Those…
Have you caught a cold?
Unable to smell?
I can smell, Sir.
A stench of alcohol in the air…
Sorry Sir, it's an allergy.
Perhaps from the incense sticks or camphor.
This seems very fishy.
No, Sir. This is pind daan.
But making funeral offerings before one’s own death?
No, Sir. It cannot be pind daan.
The pitra-paksha period to offer pind daan already ended before the new moon.
Pandit!
Your astrological predictions won't solve the case.
Go and find out where Shakeel is.
Sir…
Sir, it's a spectral affair.
That's what everyone is speculating.
Let's arrange for their funeral… at the cremation ground before dusk, Sir.
These are untimely deaths, Sir!
Sir… with your permission…
shall we call workers to cremate the bodies?
Yeah, sure.
We'll get the post mortem done in Heaven.
Right?
Get in, everybody.
You get your bread and butter from the government, right?
Get ready to be suspended, all of you!
What a mockery this is!
Get going with your duties.
Come with me.
Come, Gossain!
Patient, Archana Garodia, 47 years of age.
Is athletic, and has no physical problems.
Heart tests haven't revealed anything.
Teetotaller, non-smoker. No drug abuse and healthy diet.
Can you carry on with the case history, Nidhi?
Ah…
On anti-depressant.
Xaxil.
And sleep meds, Letavil.
Patient has problem with light.
She abused Dr. Sir Kukreja when he flashed torch in her.
Any possible psychosis, Rohini Madam?
Test results, Swati?
E.K.G. and E.C.G. normal.
Patient lives on salads and vegetables.
She had no fever.
Had dry mouth.
Pandit!
Find out who is coming from the Forensic Center.
Snake or Shakeel.
So, Miss Satyawati…
Yes, Sir?
Who pushed you into this hellhole?
Sir, one has to make an appearance when summoned by seniors from the Crime Branch.
Pleasure to meet you, Sir.
Have heard highly about you in the Bureau.
Arrange for the crime scene photos.
And make it fast, please.
Sure, Sir.
Why is this room so cold?
Sir, seems like the AC had been left on.
Using AC while the havan was being performed?
When you arrived here, was the door closed or open?
Sir, the neighbour… Gur… kirat… Singh…
was the first to call up the P.C.R.
He said that the… door was open.
Looking at the bags, it seems like they were planning to travel somewhere.
Yes, Sir, Gurkirat said that…
last week Uday had mentioned about going on a pilgrimage.
Gurkirat is their neighbour, Sir.
And before going on a pilgrimage…
perhaps they were arranging a feast!
What say, Mr. Vigyas?
-Yes, Sir. -The fridge is loaded.
Is there a dog at home?
No, Sir, actually…
my wife does not like dogs.
Convey my regards to your wife.
Is there is a dog in this house, Mr.Vigyas?
If there is a leash, there has to be a dog as well!
You are clumsily clinging to me all day long.
Get working!
Fuck! Already screwed, and now pulled further deep down in the swamp!
Did you take a sample of this?
Yes, Sir!
Sir, I have called for Shakeel, and the ambulances too.
-How many? -Seven ambulances.
And I have cordoned off the media beyond the perimeter.
Hey… Hey!
-Catch him! -Trying to be a cop here?!
Get hold of him. Catch him!
It's a crime scene, you morons!
Stop fooling around!
Make sure you don't spare anyone breaching the perimeter. Bloody motherfuckers!
So, what's happening at the crime scene?
Huh?
Your team says you showed up drunk at the crime scene.
Is that true?
And why this specific demand for Shakeel?
Sir…
Duggu…
Trust me.
It's not that simple.
It's an unusual crime scene.
Need someone trustworthy.
The evidences are very complex.
These are unnatural homicides.
Shakeel is not available.
C.F.C. has sent Nag.
Nag?
Sir…
Sir, one minute.
Come here.
Come here, I said!
What did you say to S.P. Sabharwal?
Sir… I asked for Shakeel.
Stop lying, son.
No, Sir.
To whom, and what all have you blurted?
No, Sir.
-Sir! -Doctor!
-Sir, the child is alive! He's alive! -Sir… Sir!
-Sir, I told you it's a spectral affair. -Come fast!
Get the ambulance ready.
Get away.
Listen.
Take him to the City Medical Hospital.
Give my reference to Dr. Naidu.
-Got it? Be careful of the media. Go. -Hmm.
Why the hell is she always so creepy?
Fuckin' psycho man!
All they have to do is board the "Quota Express" to be here.
True.
But not the first of her kind though.
They have a tendency to barge in
everywhere by flashing their quota certificate!
Mind your language, Sayon.
And all of you…
The report that has to be handed over to Dr. Naidu,
is it ready?
Where's the diagnosis? Where's the summary?
Who are you?
Is this tiffin from your home?
Yes…
For the last one month, I've been eating home-made salad.
Madam, listen to me carefully.
Please don't eat this.
Whatever you are eating, it…
These deadlines have been set by you.
I shouldn't have to remind you of these things everyday.
Madam… look how she’s talking to our patient out of turn.
Yes, Miss Sakshi Murmu? What is this about?
Lurking around all the time to reap benefits of reservation!
See Madam, I told you.
She's not fit for…
If not fit, at least I'm not a fraud.
I didn't clear the exams by unfair means.
And your diagnosis is incomplete.
She’s getting sick because of the adulteration in the salad.
There's thorn-apple in this.
Discontinue her salad, all the symptoms will also disappear.
Shit!
Sir, Akhil Sarwalia.
S.H.O. Haqiqat Nagar.
Quite early, indeed, aren’t you?
Your team has royally shat all over the crime scene.
Go take a look.
Sir.
Sir, please request the C.F.C. to sanction the team.
The youngest victim is alive, Sir.
Yes, I've just been informed.
Where did you send the child?
City Medical Hospital.
Sir, the feet of the victim…
Let those details be.
Didn't you hear what D.C.P. Sir's instructions were?
Put an end to the case as soon as possible.
Do you get it?
-I’ve looked into it, -Sir. Have spoken to all of them.
-Going forward they’ll be careful. -Listen.
Did you do a forensic sweep on the terrace?
-On the terrace… well, Sir… -You hold this,
this is what you are capable of.
Sir, let me check… what's happening…
-Got it from the same place, right? -Yes, Sir. Same place.
Hmm…
Okay… take the fingerprints…
-Okay, Sir. -Alright.
Hey, Gadar!
How are you, man?
-Good -How's your health?
I can see a little bit of pot belly there.
Send this too… I want all the contents examined. Okay?
Sir, have a look at this.
Ritualistic offerings.
What's there to see? These are all prayer related items.
It happens all over India, all the time.
Vigyas was saying the same thing moments ago.
Huh.
No, Sir. This isn't normal.
There are two materials in this.
One is sandalwood, which isn't fully burnt.
Please take a sample of this.
And there's one more material that's completely burnt, Sir.
Sir, the angle of suicide deems fit.
On the inauspicious night of an eclipse…
You reap as you sow!
Were you present, when the incident took place?
You weren't, right?
Parroting "suicide"!
Did you even investigate?
You didn't!
Why don't you become the judge, jury and executioner?
So you can keep doling out verdicts.
You'll be happy…
and so will we.
What kind of a house is this?
Anybody staying here is bound to get depressed.
No windows, no ventilation. Just bloody suffocation!
And what about these pipes oddly jutting out of nowhere.
Sir…
Mr. Gurkirat is ready to give us a statement.
Your Honour.
Mr. Sarwalia.
Be of some help.
Please find the source of these pipes.
Thank You.
Fine, Sir.
-Sir, the Headquarters… -Dad.
You promised me, you'd be the first one to wish me.
But you did not bother to call me.
When are you coming here, Dad?
Sir…
Mr. Gurkirat’s statement is being recorded.
Miss Satyawati, you please go inside.
And tell Sarwalia to check on the lousily done media perimeter.
Tell the media personnel to back off.
Get the CCTV footage examined.
And ask Mr. Vigyas…
Mr. Vigyas, why do you cling on to me like a lizard?
There's something behind this.
What, Sir?
Perhaps a metal door.
This has to be broken.
Dear…
We agreed on you not having these pills.
Did they say something to you again?
They are simply jealous of you.
And you don't even complain about it.
To whom should I complain, Uncle?
Yes, you are right.
Well…
Do you want some good news?
Actually,
For the next few days in the hospital…
you’ll only have this old man to give you company.
Everybody else has fled.
Sir didn’t inform me about this.
Hmm.
The lion travelled abroad…
and the cats too followed suit.
Leaving the only two mice behind.
As it is, you do all the work by yourself.
Now, you'll do it officially.
He handed me…
a new roster before leaving.
Well,
did you manage to secure the accommodation in Haqiqat Nagar?
If not, then I can make arrangements for you to sleep here.
It's not a house. It's a garage.
Moreover, the first morning as I woke up,
I was greeted by a huge crowd in the neighbourhood.
At the crime scene, the deceased were found with their eyes blindfolded.
Their hands and legs were tied up tightly.
Although what’s strange is that
only Jatin Chandel’s hands were untied.
And another shocking fact is that some bodies were hung by the ropes…
while a few others were hung by stoles.
To talk about this numbing incident we have with us…
Swami Mahto Maharaj.
Who believes that…
My P.G. is in the same neighbourhood.
This is where the crowd had gathered today morning.
Resident of Haqiqat Nagar, Jatin Chandel…
surrendered the lives of his family members
and himself in an act of self-immolation.
Come, let's talk to him.
Viewers, who are watching us live, let me inform them…
that the Delhi Police has formed an S.I.T. for the investigation of this case.
-which is being led by… -Uncle,
-D.C.P. Gunjit Saxena. -watch this.
and S.P. Sabharwal.
The investigation in fact is being done by Inspector Gadar Singh!
Yes! Inspector Gadar Gurdas Singh!
Yes, the very same cop who was suspended from
the Crime Branch after botching up the "Eden Eight case."
He's the one investigating the case.
For more updates do…
Open the gate.
-Hurry! -Quick!
Make way!
Madam, you are not allowed to go inside.
Who said so?
I did. Entry is prohibited.
You have a problem?
I'm in charge of the psychiatric ward of this hospital, Sir.
Patient is minor and in need of paediatric care.
So will you take responsibility
if the case runs into any psychiatric complications?
Uh…
No, but… scene…
Okay, you may go in.
Go on, go on.
Sir…
Hmm?
This basement is an illegal construction, Sir.
These properties have never been registered anywhere.
All these are red tape properties, Sir.
Tajpur, Seelampur, Mukherjee Nagar…
Haqiqat Nagar…
All of them are red tape properties, Sir.
People built houses ages ago…
without registering them.
If not the government authorities, then who governs the area and its people?
Our people, Sir…
Our own army.
District Haqiqat Nagar is run by
comrades from the Sanskaar Rakshak Dal.
Well the truth is that most of the red tape property
here belongs to people from "our community", Sir.
To maintain balance and order, Sir.
Okay, listen.
Tell Nag to come and investigate this place, and stop lingering there.
Yes, Sir.
Looks like someone stayed here.
Nag is all chatter and no action.
Sir…
Sir!
Move back!
Assholes!