Okay!
Jabbar!
We will thrash you to pulp if you dare to utter a word!
Stay still!
Shut up!
Where's the money? Tell me, where's the money?
I have no idea!
And your sister?
Where the hell have you hidden her?
So you are hiding here after hanging six people?
Motherfucker! Where's the money? Speak up!
Quiet!
-Tanwar -Huh?
Go and ask the driver to get the car here.
Quiet!
Keep quiet… stay still… stay there.
Stay there.
Let's… Let's go.
Run and get hold of the two! That bitch too was here!
The motherfuckers escaped in the dark!
Did an act of penance cause the deaths…
or was it a barbaric act caused by satanic forces?
Are Jabbar and Haseena responsible for this wretched act?
After all, who is the mastermind behind this brutality?
What's going on?
Should we let this mumbo-jumbo play out?
Everything is getting leaked.
When will the electricity be back in your Police Station, Mr. Vigyas?
Soon, Sir.
S.H.O. Sir has raised a complaint with the electricity board.
Have this.
Thank you.
"God or Ghost?"
Sorry?
Come on now, tell me fast, "God" or "Ghost"?
God.
I’ve made your horoscope chart, Sir.
The most prevalent is…
Kemdrum Dosh.
And what is most alarming is the Shadashtak Dosh.
That is showing its effects in your horoscope chart, Sir.
And that's why there's no electricity at the Police Station, as well.
Shadashtak Dosh means…
problems caused by the sixth and eighth axis in the horoscope.
So are you planning to write this in the charge-sheet?
Shadashtak Dosh!
Neither you nor Miss Satyawati are able to arrange
the crime scene photos.
Sir, I did speak to the forensic photographer today.
Go on.
He said that when you got physical with him at the crime scene…
it damaged both the camera and the card.
He's trying to recover the photos.
Sir, where are the spoons kept?
What exactly is going on here?
Sir, please have…
Put it down!
One is looking for spoons, the other for misalignments in my horoscope.
Is this a joke?
Please keep it there.
Whoever wants to eat shall help themselves.
Yes, Sir.
And you go and fetch Hariram.
Could you please go and get Hariram?
This is a Police Quarter.
There is no need for a guard here.
Please go!
Leave that pakora here.
Leave it here!
Hey…
Hariram!
Why aren’t you coming up?
What's the update on the phone records?
And what about the relatives of the Chandels?
Sir, they aren't phone records, but just one record.
The entire family had just one phone.
And the coincidence is such that--
It's not a coincidence.
It's an experiment, Miss Satyawati.
Just one phone.
Only one bank account.
Religious scripture recitals all night long.
Not a single photograph.
No family album.
Just one or two Government IDs.
Sir, these Chandels seemed to live on some alien planet!
Can I tell you something?
The matter is crystal clear!
Everyone's simply busy making a mountain out of a molehill.
They denied the servants their wages in an act of deceit…
and the servants killed them as an act of revenge.
Wow!
Indeed, amazing!
Do you have any evidence?
Bogus chatter all the time!
What we had as evidence…
Bloody…
everything got destroyed in Shakeel’s fridge.
Sir, a fire was about to break out in the Station.
A transformer blew up… in Haqiqat Nagar.
Brother Bali has been kind enough to
look into the situation at this odd hour.
We should get going, as well.
Right, yes!
Let's go.
See you soon, Sir.
Where has the fire erupted?
Sir, well…
Gurkirat’s store and Dashrath Bhavan
are just five metres apart from each other.
If the store opens at 5 a.m.,
then as per forensic, the incident took place between 2 a.m. and 6 a.m.
Then how is it possible that nothing can be traced in the camera footage?
And Sir, it looks like someone hypnotized and trapped Jabbar and Haseena.
And Sir, apart from the family,
it was just the two of them who knew the layout of the house.
We'll look into it, Miss Satyawati.
Please eat something.
Yes, Sir.
You are working late nights…
Your husband?
All of you are working under duress, Sir.
Is everything fine at home?
Conflicts are a part of a family life.
He's on a tour, so I've come to my mother's place with the kids.
Do let me know if matters worsen at home.
I'm sorry, Sir. I had no idea about Manvi Madam.
I didn't see your daughter around. Where is she?
With her Grandparents.
Sorry, Sir.
No more time and space for this dog's dead body, Sir.
It’s rotting here, Sir!
Shakeel Sir is already angry with me for that fridge.
The coroner is shouting. Nag Sir is yelling.
What will I do Sir, you tell me?
Have you conducted the post-mortem?
Yes, Sir!
Absolutely!
Inch by inch, hair by hair, we've examined everything.
Let's do one thing.
I'll make a final report and put this dog in the dustbin tomorrow.
Okay?
We'll take care of it. Don't worry.
Hello, Sir!
Sir…
We got the railway station footage just yesterday.
We have already located them, Sir.
It's a small village here, named Mojheli.
We've found their house, as well.
It's just the two of them that we are still looking for.
Yes, Sir, Sub Inspector Tanwar is right here with me.
He's truly cooperating a lot.
Yes, Sir. Okay, Sir. Jai Hind, Sir.
Now one needn’t disclose everything, buddy.
How does it matter if they escaped once?
Now that we have come so far, we will trace them again.
Hello… hello, Miss Sakshi. How are you?
I hope I didn’t disturb you.
Please tell me something.
How do you deal with a "soap thief"?
It’s the first time that I’ve heard of such a thing, Madam.
Well… those…
Those two were in our custody yesterday…
but they ran away.
What do you mean by "they ran away"?
No, no. We are looking for them, we are tracing them.
By the way, where do you think they must have gone?
Aren't you the cop? Didn't you find anything at their house?
House…
No no, you are right.
We should inspect their house.
So, tell me, how are you?
Uh…
Let's go back to their house.
Uh…
Where's the Principal's office?
What for?
Well, about Kush Chandel…
Oh that "tiffin thief"?
Are you with the Police?
Yes… yes…
Uh… your name, please?
My name… Uh… myself, Babbu Shaukeen.
Uh… come.
Hey Madam, how else should I make you understand?
The case of a seven-year-old kid is still sub judice in court since last year.
And because of Kushagra,
again the school is in bad light this year.
Madam, we've received a directive from the committee to maintain silence.
Kushagra is in the hospital.
He is your student.
Hey Madam, here we treat all the kids as our own.
But we are also answerable to the parents.
The kids are scared, Madam.
They refuse to travel in the school bus.
Hello, Miss Sakshi!
Yes, Sub Inspector Gossain.
Yes, what would you like to show me?
Miss Sakshi, we looked helter-skelter in the house but found nothing here.
Give me a minute. Let me show you around.
There's nothing here.
Looked inside that too.
Searched inside the boxes…
found nothing in them either.
We scanned this area.
Uh… there, what is that?
Where?
The thing folded in the cloth.
Duck down and look near the corner of the bed.
One minute.
What is this?
It looks like some mould.
Mould…
It looks like a dye used for bricks.
A brick kiln here?
Yes. Didn't the driver mention…
that there are brick kilns in many villages around Mojheli?
Uh, Sub Inspector Gossain, you reach the kilns…
till then I’ll start the probe in Kushagra’s school.
There's just one problem.
The management here is not cooperating!
How can they not cooperate?!
How can they not listen to you?
I'll send someone right away. Okay, Madam?
Where to, Sir?
This morning you mentioned the brick kiln…
How far is it from here?
One that belongs to Thakurs is in Babuganj.
And the other one that belongs to the Chaudharys is in Lathipur.
Which one do you want to visit?
Whichever is closer… let's go.
Madam.
Miss Uma has informed me about everything.
But I request you to not get more cops in school.
The background that the kids belong to…
a few odd incidents are routine.
His parents were also quite strange.
They never allowed him to eat any outside food at all!
And he had diarrhoea every second day.
Even till his last day in school.
He was an average student.
"Is"!
Did he have any hobbies?
Arts and crafts. He's talented enough.
But I can't say why…
his uncle, Mr. Jatin Chandel…
had applied for a Transfer Certificate for Kush.
A week prior to the tragedy.
Principal Ma’am, can I get his workbooks?
Sure.
Kush!
Look who’s here to meet you.
Captain Attack!
Would you like to draw?
Look at that.
Look at this.
Sat Sri Akal.
What's happening here? What are these garlands for?
A few news reporters were here.
They brought a priest along with them.
They also took a ladder from our shop.
They climbed up first…
and then hung the garlands.
A big gimmick since morning.
Sir, don't you watch TV?
Mr. Gurkirat?
We need to record his statement at the Station.
Daddy has gone on a pilgrimage.
Even after 72 hours have passed…
Mr. Gadar Singh is still hiding from the media.
He claims that as soon as the suspected servants are arrested, he…
Uncle.
What’s the matter? Did the meritorious cadre say something again?
I… lied to Kush.
What did you say?
He believes that his mother is alive.
If this lie…
brings about an improvement in his health…
then you did the right thing!
No!
No… not this!
From the hidden treasures of Dr. Grover.
Nag finally found the light switch.
This odour is from formaldehyde.
As per Nag and Shakeel, it is used for the plywood…
as a binding agent.
Sir, are you scared of rats?
No.
Sir, looks like the "cursed snake" from the horoscope chart
that Mr. Vigyas made is not leaving you anytime soon.
You better stop listening to Mr. Vigyas.
"Afraid of rats"!
How did a rat come here in the first place?
Sir, there's a rotten stink here.
Who knows, there may be a couple of more lying around.
I hope they've not come through the pipe.
But all the pipes are sealed.
Sir, there goes another!
You take the lead, don’t be scared, go.
Come on, move ahead.
Sir, there's something behind this.
Motherfuckers! Now we have to take the onus of the forensic work as well!
A door!
There's no lock on it though.
Then how is it shut from the inside?
Stop!
Leave it as it is.
I'll call Shakeel for the fingerprints.
Look at this.
Signs of struggle to forcibly open it.
You go to the Police Station, Sir.
I'll wait here till the forensic team arrives.
Mr. Sarwalia will be there with the engagement video any minute.
Sir, let me take a picture too.
Who knows, some card might get corrupted again!
Thank you.
Yes, Sir.
Sir!
Shekhar Maheshwari.
The videographer at Pinky Chandel's engagement.
Sir.
Wedding Film-maker!
Yes, one and the same thing.
Do you want me to play the video on this?
Sir, my video is in HD. It will blow up your system.
Wait, I've my…
I’ve got my laptop. Let me play the video on it.
Watch it now, Sir.
Leave this here.
Sarwalia…
-Sir. -Come, come.
Sir, my…
Come on, pick up your stuff. Your laptop won't go anywhere.
Pick it up!
Pick up your bag!
Come on…
His fiancé passed away.
The funeral took place.
Until then, he kept coming to work,
and now all of a sudden he has disappeared?
Madam, not a hint about his engagement…
to Pinky Chandel.
It's only today that we found out.
It's against our HR policy.
What do you mean by "this morning"?
When did you find out?
It's all over the news.
I'll just show you.
After all who is this fiancé…
and why is Mohit Purohit absconding?
Move back!
Back off! Move back!
Stop!
Start the vehicle!
Hey there!
Don't put them in that van…
but in this one!
We have a warrant from the centre.
We have to take them to Delhi under our watch!
Who are you flaunting this authorization letter to?
I have a couple of them too. Get it?
It’s our jurisdiction…
and the crime has taken place in Katihar.
And if this mob goes rogue…
who’s going to take responsibility for the damage?
Sir. Come to the Police Station. We can discuss there at length.
And are you buggers waiting to venerate them with a holy bath?
-Put them in! -Hold on. One minute.
-Just a minute. -Hey, get in!
Let’s go!
Get in fast!
The happy blissful Chandel family.
The Chandel family that rejoiced with great vigour.
What was so inauspicious about Pinky’s engagement?
Above all, who is her fiancé?
And why is Mohit Purohit absconding?
We tried to get in touch with Mohit's relatives.
But the relatives bluntly refused to speak with us.
Look! Your uncle!
His uncle, Mr. Rakesh shoved the cameraman aside and left in haste.
Now this is no way to treat a responsible journalist.
This is no way…
Mohit!
Police!
Auntie, you were dancing with great zest at your son’s engagement…
then what took you so long to get the door?
Well, it’s because I have osteoporosis in my knees.
-Where is he? -Who?
Where is "The Groom"?
Look, my Mohu has nothing to do with all this.
He took a "vow of silence" right after the incident.
Don’t you worry, we’ll make him break all his vows.
Don’t beat around the bush, just get straight to the point!
Look, the arrangements to keep the accused here…
are in complete shambles.
The lock on the prison cell is broken.
Those two bonded labourers haven’t been brought here.
Why don’t you visit the bigger Police Station?
Sir, listen to me.
If it’s a case from Delhi,
then I’d suggest you check with the D.I.G. office.
And then Professor Jatayu spread his very long wings and trapped Captain Attack!
Do you know how Captain Attack retaliated?
He rapidly drank the soup…
and used his laser to burn Professor Jatayu’s wings.
Look here.
Sister, what nonsense is this?
I've told you, that no counselling is allowed without my permission.
You've turned the I.T.U. into a circus.
Is that so? Dr. Sayon, can we please speak outside?
Sakshi.
I have reprimanded Dr. Sayon for his indiscipline.
Thank you for "saving me."
I hope you understand… that I do not need to be protected.
But Kush does.
Okay, can we please catch a breath now?
I really need a smoke!
Year…
1993.
Posting- Siwan.
I…
as S.S.P.
A team was assigned from Bombay…
to get hold of a serious criminal.
They came to me and said, "Sir,
we won't be able to nab him without your support."
It was a grave crime, and the criminal was on the run!
Those days I had become the main topic of discussion in Delhi.
I'm not boasting. Just quoting! Hmm?
There you go!
Delhi beckons the moment I talk about them.
But I'm busy!
Let Delhi wait.
You know,
my name is registered in the final report.
"Jagdeshwar Pandey arrests,
key suspect of Mumbai blast."
Huh?
Neha.
That’s all for today!
Jagdeshwar Pandey cannot talk more than this about himself.
Sir, the two accused whom you have…
-arrested… -Oh, yes. Right.
The democracy of India is based on federalism…
so it should be respected!
Huh?
Delhi is not the nation alone.
Do you get it?
Sir, then why don't you tell us what is to be done?
Better!
Note down then.
"D.I.G. Jagdeshwar Pandey arrests…
key suspect of… Haqiqat Nagar killing."
Hmm?
The media people will claw Kush down to his bones.
I’m concerned about his life after recovery.
Just imagine how it will affect him when--
Calm down.
Kush is in good care.
I'm worried about you.
The obsession that you have with this case…
Obsession?
I've seen enough glimpses to know that you are not just
the special intern from the psych ward.
It shows in your records.
I've seen it.
First, you start your studies here…
and then you drop out!
And then back as Grover's intern.
"Death of Merit", Dr. Rohini.
Merit?
Before entering the hospital, what do you see on your right?
Medical campus.
Hostel.
You know, it’s not just a hostel…
it’s a very big wall.
On one side there’s the meritorious cadre, and on the other are people like me.
And we are trying to come out of the dark abyss and pave our own path.
My friend Kavita…
and I stayed in that building.
The darkness lurking in this institute swallowed her up.
And her death was labelled as "incompetence" by the meritorious R.M.O's.
You are right.
It indeed is an obsession.
Because I know what it is to be like Kush.
To have risen from the dead and have no one.
He won't open up this way.
Hang this motherfucker upside down!
I hope you know where we shove the chilli.
Imagine where the fumes will come from.
Sir, I was standing near the staircase.
I could see Uncle Jatin inside, screaming at two strange-looking servants.
There was a big quarrel happening between the two servants and Uncle Jatin.
Uncle Jatin started slapping the servants mercilessly.
Sir, I got scared and ran away from there.
I'm speaking the truth!
Sir, I swear.
Trust me, Sir.
Sir, this is the video.
What I find odd is that, Jatin Sir made me shoot so much…
but didn’t even take a look at the footage.
And yes, he also told me before leaving…
that if anyone asks about the footage,
I should tell them that the card got corrupted.
The Katihar Police…
under my supervision…
has successfully carried out a dangerous operation.
After murdering six people in Delhi, the two accused who were on the run…
have been arrested by us.
Two capable officers from Delhi…
have come to take them.
Can we get a photo of the accused?
Yes, why not? I believe in Free Press.
-Sir… Sir, look here, please… -Sir! Sir! To the right.
Sir, here please… to the left… yes.
Yes, Sir, can you please give a look here…
Sir…
Only this was left to be witnessed…
"Rambo’s journey to the heaven"!
The others have also found salvation, right?
The ones who completely trusted Jatin…
just in one fight over money…
how could they kill the entire family?
Sir, this is the only inference that can be drawn as per the prima facie evidence.
All the evidence also points towards them.
Believe it or not…
there is someone…
who has brainwashed the two of them…
to finish off the Chandels.
Sir, right now…
the engagement video, Jabbar and Haseena being found, and…
the money withdrawn from Jatin's account
are the final clues that we have to solve this case.
We’ll have to weigh out these theories…
and look deeper into them.
Yes, Sir.
Yes, Pandit!
Sir, both of them are in custody…
and we have departed from Katihar.
Good.
Yes, Miss Sakshi?
Did anyone have a long beard in the Chandel family?
What sort of a question is this?
Sir, it's an important question!
In Kush's drawing book…
there's one more man with the family…
who has a long beard.
He appears repeatedly, in every drawing of his.
Hello.
Hey Ajit, are you my lawyer or theirs?
I’ll meet you at the clubhouse tomorrow.
Why are you getting so rattled by the proceedings in the court?
Aim towards getting the court date delayed.
Please listen to me, buddy.
This time we need to bring Mini home, please.
Okay, then.
You are right, Miss Satyawati.
Sir?
The neighbour, Rajkumar, the fiancé, everyone is just misleading us.
We have to leave behind this web of lies…
and foray in the right direction.
According to Gossain,
the brother-sister duo were repeat offenders
in the records of the Katihar Police.
And they didn’t spare the Chandel family either.
Let that be, please.
After Mr. Dashrath's death,
Jatin’s mental health started to deteriorate…
and Jabbar-Haseena saw an opportunity in this, to win his trust.
And then came the night of the engagement.
And because of the humiliation that they faced on the night of the engagement…
The two servants murdered the whole family in an act of revenge, Sir.
Sir, the black cloth resembling a burqa that was found in the basement…
Nag Sir didn’t find any hair traces on it.
But once Haseena's here, we can verify both fibre and fingerprints.
We already have the forensic evidence to back us up.
And one more thing!
That area of the basement, which only these two were aware of.
Behind the plywood.
They must have made a tunnel there, came in,
did the deed, and left from there itself.
And yes,
if we agree with what Rajkumar and the priest had to say…
then Jatin too…
got the burnt basement repaired by these two.
Perhaps blocking those seven pipes was also their ploy.
Today itself it was stifling in there.
And on that night they were conducting a havan in the house.
Do one thing, Miss Satyawati.
You make the charge-sheet.
-Yes, Sir. -And write it chronologically.
Sure.
However, I fail to understand one thing.
How could six people…
be made to fall unconscious by just two?
Sir, haven't you heard of that Baba?
He's now behind bars in Tihar jail.
He simply put thorn-apple paste on people's foreheads
to make them unconscious.
And these two believed in the powers of jinns.
They must have come up with some hack.
Perhaps…
That…
Beediwaale Baba from the graveyard.
I hope he is not the one who corrupted their minds.
I just hope Gossain recovers the money from the two of them.
You make the charge-sheet.
Prabhat Dainik Hindustan! Prabhat Dainik Hindustan!
Delhi, Mumbai, Rajasthan.
Prabhat Dainik Hindustan! Prabhat Dainik Hindustan!
Read our newspaper and become a vigilant citizen of the country!
Become a vigilant citizen of the country!
Read Prabhat Dainik Hindustan and become a vigilant citizen of the country.
We could have simply taken a flight from Patna!
I believe they never fled from the jail.
D.I.G. was just pretending!
You bastard!
You managed to run away from the jail. as well?
Speak up, motherfucker!
Tanwar, leave him.
Hey! What have you done?
-Get up! -Made this place a toilet!
Get up!
-Move! -Get away!
Idiot! Take him from here.
Move ahead.
Are you a moron?
Move…
Move fast!
Wait! Stop! Catch him!
Hey!
Tanwar!