Well, Mr. Surendranath,
don't be afraid.
We'll have the biopsy report in two days.
Doctor, my father used to pin my head on the ground… and cane me brutally.
This was the plight all throughout my school life, as well.
I'm a cockroach!
In a herd of elephants, I’ve chosen to be the pest.
Huh?
No matter how hard one tries to squash me, or crush me,
I'll always survive!
Cockroach.
Sunny!
Why were you whiling away in villages and small towns?
You did the right thing!
Only when you see the big picture…
you will be able to sell bigger news!
Hmm…
Proud of you!
Welcome to the club!
Hello, Doctor.
Surendranath. Sorry to share the bad news.
It's stage three.
Oral tongue cancer.
But don't worry!
We will still try chemo-preventive treatments.
All set?
Three… Two… One… Live!
The polluted drains of West Delhi will soon be blooming with flowers.
All the makeshift colonies in Najafgarh and the areas surrounding it…
will be completely uprooted.
And for a special report on this, we have with us…
our senior journalist, Mr. Surendranath.
Yes…
Uprooting!
It's the truth that is being consistently uprooted on this news channel.
By not showing the news that exposes the mid-day meal scam!
This channel thrives on bribes, and so do the yellow journalists working here!
Fourteen kids have lost their lives in Sonbhadra due to this scam.
By consuming cheap rationed food consisting of roti, salt, and chillies,
these kids are being pushed down the path of misery and death--
Get out!
I’ll have you blacklisted, motherfucker!
Get him out of here!
A news that will shake the very foundation of this story.
A news that will jerk someone out of their slumber.
Should we label this as "A Suicide"?
"A Murder"?
Or perhaps "Murder 2.0"?
Delhi Police seems to be scaling new heights of incompetency!
And yet, in this case, so far…
there is no intervention from the C.B.I.
Miss Satyawati, please wait outside.
Embarrassing you in front of a lady is beneath me.
But what a fucking cock-up was that, huh?
The department put its faith in you, Gadar.
Safeguarding the suspects was your responsibility.
And you!
Why did you have to travel by train?
Sir…
Feasting off sanctioned budgets?
Mr. Gossain, should we set up an inquiry on you?
No, Sir.
-Sanjeev… -Sir!
I want this idiot suspended.
Uh… Sir… I know where you're coming from, Sir.
To have a suspect die in an ongoing case…
But isn’t it a game of optics after all?
I think we are going right, Sir.
In fact, the case will garner more mileage.
Sir, we need to show that Jabbar jumping off the train…
proves that he was a culprit.
He was guilty.
And…
it is Gossain who recovered the money that belonged to the Chandels.
And we have the evidence too.
Both the money and the footage.
Didn’t you suggest to take support of "three pairs of legs"?
That’s exactly what I have been doing, Sir.
Gadar Singh.
Be careful.
And yes!
I'm sure you'll handle the media at the Press Conference.
Sir, I…
Press Conference… Sir…
Why?
Do you want to be in the headlines just for bashing up journalists…
or do you also want an image makeover?
Hmm?
You’ve mastered the art of optics…
its time to also learn a bit about tactics.
By the way…
Did that lady sign the confession?
Hey, come on.
Try to look a bit presentable before you’re escorted out.
Listen to me carefully.
Trusting me will be beneficial for you!
Put down your thumb impression…
or else if you spend one more night with those girls in the lock-up…
they’ll prey on you.
You eat here. you sleep here.
Why don't you start paying rent to the hospital?
Go… Step out and eat something.
Greetings!
"The marginalised joker" is back once again.
To lift the veil, and make new revelations…
which have completely turned the case on its head.
Yes!
Mr. Singh is the very same inspector,
who was suspended as soon as his photographs from a cover-up leaked.
But then, much like some cheap daily soap, he makes an entry once again!
That too with the Chandel case!
It is often said that… "Personal is Political."
In the famous case…
of "Eden Eight", Mr. Singh was so ecstatic with joy to be receiving a medal…
that, unfortunately he had to pay a hefty price with his wife’s death.
It had a deep impact on his mental health.
Right from "brushing teeth" to "digesting food",
he seems to be an expert in all spheres of life.
Motherfucker keeps on doling out spiels and sermons!
Hang him upside down from the tank…
the bastard will start shitting bricks!
Come on, brother…
looks like we’ll finally get a peek at the "bride’s face."
Let's go and show our faces too.
Mr. Vigyas.
Take them from the backdoor, I'll come from the front entrance.
Gadar Sir!
The lift is working!
The belly has to be toned, Miss Sakshi.
The case is about to be solved.
Did you find the bonded labourers from Katihar?
How do you know that they were bonded labourers?
No I mean, the other day, wasn’t
the Beediwaale Baba blabbering in the graveyard…
And then even brother Gossain…
"Brother" Gossain?
He seems to be getting quite pally with you.
He's giving you a lot of tips nowadays?
Sir… Sir…
why don't you see Kush's drawing book once?
The bearded man in it…
Be patient, Miss Sakshi.
I just told you, the case is about to be solved.
Sir, but are you absolutely sure that the two labourers…
No, look… I mean,
they were labourers after all.
With no criminal history.
Even if we examine as per the rules of criminal profiling, there’s no…
Stop it!
The bookish worms in your head that are constantly prodding you…
We know our work, Miss Sakshi.
Yes, Sir.
Despite that, there was yet another death in your custody.
How much more has "Gossain Sir" blurted out to you?
Easy, easy. Calm down.
Mom! Dad!
-Mom! -You’ll be fine, calm down.
Mom!
Gossain…
You'll be fine, dear. You'll be--
Okay… Okay.
Gossain.
Sakshi.
Get the injection.
Mom! Dad!
It's okay…
Okay…
Okay.
Sir…
The sun has changed its position at 2.29.
Shadashtak dosh seems to be prevalent.
We stand here as a force who have been inflicted with endless ridicule…
and media trials.
We unite, as guardians of the city…
and keepers of Chandel family’s dignity and honour.
Right behind me is where the funeral of the Chandel family took place.
As soon as the pyres were lit, the police rejoiced as if they had won the case!
Inspector Singh has investigated this case…
showing his exemplary work ethic.
And getting this case to a conclusive end.
This strange and bizarre case. Inspector Singh will brief, hereafter.
On the night of murder…
it was determi… determined…
Sorry for that.
Well…
There was a hidden basement underneath Dashrath Bhavan.
The culprits in this case, Jabbar and Haseena used to live there.
On the night of the murders…
they fell prey to the nasty ways of the Beediwaale Baba…
and in the greed to get a hefty sum, the two carried out this act.
Beediwaale Baba is in our custody.
And these two had fled to Katihar.
After the search operation conducted by our team, they have been found.
Haseena is in our custody.
They have invited the media,
and they are rejoicing by blowing their own trumpet…
after sacrificing the lives of two innocents.
We will also register our protest loud and clear…
against this conspiracy hatched by Gadar Singh!
Yes… look at this…
This happens to be a page from Jatin's diary.
This is that page that is bringing up a completely new narrative.
In this, the ways of living…
have been dictated by a set of ten commandments.
A lot of facets that have opened up in the case…
point to the family having participated in religious rituals.
We would like to know, how is it then, that in your report,
the mass suicide angle of this family…
turned into a murder case?
Through investigation.
No case can be solved through speculation.
One needs evidence for it.
Look, keeping the evidence at the forefront…
this case…
can only be termed as "Robbery gone wrong."
In this letter, Jatin talks about walking on the
path shown by his father, Dashrath Singh Chandel.
About how the whole family must only use one phone.
About having just one bank account for the whole family.
About staying away from Facebook, social media, and other such websites.
About how no stranger should be entering the home, etc.
Ignoring all these aspects…
Gadar Singh’s army will be tooting their own trumpet over the supposed victory!
"Gadar Singh’s government."
The price of this directionless investigation has to be paid
by two servants, belonging to the lower strata of the society.
To add to it, Jabbar's death has taken us two steps back
from the truth in this case.
We have confiscated a total of 1,50,000 rupees from Katihar.
This is the same amount, which on the night of the murders…
appears as the last transaction in Jatin Chandel’s bank account.
And as far as Jabbar is concerned.
His jumping off the train, or committing suicide…
is a testament to his guilt.
And the confession has been signed and accepted by his sister Haseena.
You managed to escape from the prison, as well?
Speak up, motherfucker!
Wait! Stop! Catch him! Hey!
Yashwant.
Yashwant, look at me.
I don’t, don’t know why…
he looked towards me, and jump… jumped…
You are responsible for solving this puzzle, Gossain.
No…
I… I… didn't do anything… he, on his own…
Gossain!
You found the clues, gathered the evidence…
and got all of us out of this maze!
You are the real hero in this case.
It's you!
Do you guys know,
everybody keeps saying, that the police have a heart of steel!
But then in this case…
the moment I was stationed at the hospital…
this heart of steel got fucked!
I fell head over heels in love!
Will you empty out the tank, soldier?
I had decided…
to have the first drink with Sardar after the case was over.
Now forget a drink…
he does not even talk to me properly.
But still,
he saved my ass from being busted!
Oh!
Hopeless romantic!
I'm fine.
You'll fall down!
Don't let your romance take you on a tour to heaven.
You asshole!
Weren’t you all excited to get him drunk? Now handle him.
Gossain…
I heard that…
you took Cockroach Jha to a bathroom and gave him a good thrashing?
Had to put an end to his "dysentery."
He's always busy dropping truth bombs about this case and Gadar Sir.
Bloody…
The one you look up to as "holier than thou"…
in all these months, he did not even give a rat’s ass about you.
You idiot!
That’s exactly why I have been giving tips to both of you for so long.
But now I have to settle all the scores and move on.
Brother Gadar…
He's given me more respect than my own brother ever would.
So, no more backstabbing.
Here, you keep your spy phone!
Are you returning after Jagrata?
Give me your phone.
There was a hidden basement underneath Dashrath Bhavan.
The culprits in this case, Jabbar and Haseena used to live there.
They fell prey to the nasty ways of the "Beediwaale Baba."
Pandit, since the beginning of this case,
what have you been hiding from me?
What do you mean?
Your eyes are telling the truth.
Take it.
Dad!
Hi!
He looks better than before.
He looks better?
He hasn’t fully recovered from the trauma.
And in this condition, you made him undergo an identification.
What were you thinking?
He has become more quiet since that day.
I thought at least you would be considerate.
We were losing time.
The evidence too!
That's why I had to do it.
Dr. Sakshi!
The other day on our way up the stairs, what twisted questions were you asking me?
-I’m sure you are aware! -Yes.
Those questions are legit because despite requesting you time and again,
you are ignoring my plea to look into the kid’s drawings. Look at these!
And since that day, he has even stopped drawing.
Sir, I don't think you are taking this seriously.
Then why don't you join the police force?
"Not taking it seriously", my foot!
Dad… look at the time!
Didn't you say the boating stops at 5.30?
Fine, dear.
Now what?
Sir, Kush is very sharp!
He wants to say a lot, but is unable to speak!
Bye, Kush!
Let's go…
Dad, let's go, please.
One thing is inarguable, Miss Sakshi.
It’s no child’s play… to handle sharp kids.
Noise-cancelling headphones.
There was an extra pair at home. Thought I'll get it for you.
Thank you.
However, scratching off the price tag also gives away the truth.
You are just too sharp!
You are able to see through everything, right?
Except for these drawings!
It’s becoming a complicated puzzle, that I’m unable to solve.
You have made a lot of progress in a very short span of time, Sakshi!
You know…
Kush draws all the family members in different parts of the house.
He keeps compartmentalising them.
And Rambo is a part of every drawing.
Look at this.
Uday and Navika are in the second room
on the first floor, where the sun's rays are extremely harsh.
Then here…
On the ground floor, Aunt Rupali is with grandmother Kaushalya Devi in the kitchen!
And here…
On the terrace, Kush's holding Jatin's hand and chasing Rambo.
And there's one more room on the ground floor,
where his sister Pinky is talking to someone on the phone.
Apart from that…
Apart from that, there are two more people…
whom he draws sleeping in the basement of the house.
When I asked him, who was his favourite of all… he…
This… he drew this!
Blue!
A completely different colour than what was
used to draw other members of the house.
He's responding through colours!
In child psychology, it's called colour emotion association!
He's definitely hinting at something just…
Please, please… please, hold up!
This is a lot to take in, Sakshi!
How do you even process all of this?
Since the time you've told me about your Savant Syndrome…
I can't even begin to think how you deal with it every single day!
It's like…
It's like a sensory tsunami!
It's like magic, Sakshi!
Magic?
Or perhaps, a curse.
It's a curse, Dr. Rohini.
It’s the first time that it is actually benefitting someone.
Otherwise, it has to be controlled by popping pills every day.
And who has prescribed you these pills?
Listen, I spoke to Doctor Naidu about readmission into M.D.
Don't waste your potential with Dr. Grover.
Let Kush be your last case in the Psych ward. Okay?
Hello, brother Gossain.
Sorry, I wasn't able to reply to your messages earlier.
Where have you disappeared?
Even Gadar Sir refuses to listen to me!
Is it possible for you to meet me?
How much more do we have to request you "Doctor Madam"?
Please find some time to treat poor Monty, as well.
Haven't you noticed how red and swollen his eye has gotten?
Just like tomatoes!
On top of it, the poor guy stayed up all night, studying.
And tell me something.
Where do you disappear at night?
Auntie, please, later.
I am really occupied right now.
Yes, you are the only one who is busy!
We are the ones sitting idle. We have no work at all.
Right? Have you ever seen the condition of your room?
It’s an utter mess!
I clean the room every single day, and every day it’s back to square one!
Then don’t do it!
And it’s not a room, but a garage.
And by those standards, I keep it in very good shape.
Right! These are your standards! Wow!
Very good, bravo. Indeed you have very good etiquette.
You are just a namesake doctor. In reality, you are a big blotch.
Do you have any idea how a house is maintained?
Throwing tantrums over "the garage"!
If you’re that finicky, why don’t you go and stay in some palace?
Yeah, yeah, now run, run away!
You seem to be very busy with your own studies.
Hmm?
Dr. Grover?
We need to talk, Sakshi.
But later.
Right now I've been called to look into this paediatric case in the trauma ward.
What's the matter? Are you okay?
-Huh? -Hmm…
Are you taking your medications on time?
Yes, Sir.
Good!
The Dean informed me about the case just three days ago.
So, I had to cut my tech detox short.
Also, I have to be at a panel discussion on a news channel.
So, I was thinking, perhaps, if you could prepare a file on this case for me!
I'll see you later.
There’s an English adage that says,
"Follow the money and find the culprit."
However, in this case, neither the culprits could reach Delhi safely…
nor does anybody have any idea about the money.
But Mr. Gadar Singh is claiming to have confiscated 1,50,000 rupees.
However, as per a tip received from the Katihar police…
nothing apart from a brass pot, a brick stove,
and a meagre wage of 150 rupees have been recovered from the house of the labourers.
This is the socio-economic strata of the society that
has always been systematically bullied and tortured.
Even if one of them dies, for these high-ranking officers…
Sonam, this tip that we have received from Sunny’s video… queue it up for prime time.
Breaking News. First seen on our channel.
And please change the roster of the panellists for tomorrow's debate.
Call up Sunny… get him on the show!
But Sir, Sunny Jha?
Yes, yes! Sometimes you have to bow before a donkey.
Call him!
Now you see how such officers, with their wild imagination, can change the…
-Happy birthday! -Happy Birthday, Mini!
-Come to me, my child… -Thank You!
Thank you!
Eh! One for Grandpa too.
Happy birthday!
-Happy birthday! -Happy Birthday!
Thank you!
So tell us, what did you do today?
First, tell her where her gift is!
Thanks for coming, Duggu!
Will you have a drink?
Will you drink my blood?
Mini… your new birthday dress!
Thank you!
Let's go… let's get ready… come on.
Miss Satyawati. You have completely changed the way the house looks.
And thank you for Mini's dress!
Sir, now the case has almost reached an end.
I don't know when I will get another opportunity to work with you.
Don’t worry.
I'll call up the headquarter…
and ask them to assign you to any new case that I take up.
Thank you, Sir!
Thank you once again.
Not done!
-Hey, Arvind. Come here. -Yes, Sir?
Put a proper teeka on the priest’s forehead.
-Oh, okay! -Is that clear?
Hmm.
And put a few more garlands around the other priest’s neck.
-Okay, Sir. -Put on some powder and make-up man.
It should look cinematic!
Doctor, please keep your pitch a bit high.
And Sunny, you…
Yes, yes… going live in five seconds.
Okay!
Namaskar!
Cult killings?
Suicide?
Or Murder?
To solve this puzzle that is trapped in a triangle of possibilities…
today we have with us a number of guests!
This puzzle will be solved by us, right here, in this very studio!
So let's start with Mr. Surendranath.
Mr. Surendranath,
according to you, the Delhi Police is presenting false evidence.
So, do you mean to say that this isn't murder, but suicide?
I'm definitely not claiming…
that this is a suicide.
It’s the police’s job to solve this riddle, let them do their job.
But I am definitely saying that Inspector Gadar Singh…
for optics…
has sought fake evidence and witnesses to falsely accuse two innocent people.
Mr. Surendranath, it is a serious accusation
that you are pinning on the Delhi Police!
Do you have any concrete proof, any proof at all…
that you would like to reveal here on Yogya Darshan News today?
The time when the murder took place…
Haseena and Jabbar…
were at the railway station.
And the footage that Mr. Singh has presented as the prime evidence…
the time stamp is missing from it.
Okay. Okay!
I would like our audience to have a look at the footage…
which is being referred to by Mr. Surendranath.
As you just witnessed…
that Jabbar and Haseena…
were at the railway station till 2 a.m.
Then how can they commit the crime?
How can they be the murderers?
So doctor, what do you have to say about the entire episode?
Cult killings, Suicide, or…
-Murder? -Come on.
Come on… Let's go.
Dad!
Jatin should have consulted a doctor for his mental health…
rather than consulting ascetics practicing spirit calling and chanting.
I’d beg to differ.
What you are saying is incorrect.
Spirit calling takes you to the graveyard…
while chanting takes you to a meditative state.
Priest… if this wasn’t about spirit calling and chanting…
You said there are no signs of hemispatial neglect, right?
However, is it still possible that he has developed Allochiria?
This is getting a little irritating, Sakshi.
Why did you come back so late in the night?
Rohini. Rohini… please…
At least have a look. You’ll clearly be able to see a pattern in this.
Look at this…
The numeric orientation of the clock is towards the right…
which is possible only when there is a neurological disorder like Allochiria.
Listen…