Hey! Are you crazy?!
Help!
Sometimes...
even though we can't see it,
we know someone is watching us.
Those children were terrified, madam.
There was no one in sight.
I tried very hard to stop the car, madam.
They banged into my cycle and drove away.
Did you see the faces of the two men?
Not properly, madam.
But the faces of the children...
haunt me, madam.
What happened after that, Salim?
Then...
I somehow managed to limp back home
and immediately sent my brother to the nearby police station
to lodge a report.
No one bothered to hear him out.
I had even called up the Helpline four times...
Then you came and met me.
At least someone tried to save them, Salim.
This is of great reassurance to the people of this city.
No, sir.
Neither of them is Pyare Mohan.
Really?
Have you heard of Ballu Sodhi Chooranwala?
Chooranwala?
Who is he?
Has anyone by this name ever come to meet Pyare or Mohan?
What do you mean, Pyare or Mohan?
Pyare Mohan is the name of one man.
Pyare Mohan Batwal.
My tenant.
You're looking for him, aren't you?
Sir, I rented my house to this guy a few months ago.
He begged me, and I needed the money so--
Where was he from?
What job did he do?
He worked as a waiter in a bar,
that's what he told me.
His eyes aren't so small.
- They're as big as buttons. - Where's the bar he'd work in?
Or did you give your house on rent without checking?
He'd pay his rent on time,
so I didn't bother asking him anything else.
Now I remember, he'd mentioned...
this house is very close to his workplace.
Pyare Mohan has now turned out to be one man, sir!
Pyare Mohan, Ballu Sodhi, and these two sketches...
now it's four men, not three.
We have to find that bar.
DILLI NAMA
ARORA CHILDREN MURDER CASE DELHI POLICE UNDER SCRUTINY
You can read it.
Jayprakash!
Sir, we have found Ballu Sodhi's friend, Dhaniram.
Let's go.
- Sir. - Yes?
We're here to meet Dhaniram.
Papa! Police!
How may I help you?
- Are you Dhaniram? - Yes, sir.
Ballu Sodhi Chooranwala.
Where is he?
What's wrong?
No... nothing, Nilu.
Let the clothes be for now.
You go in and send tea for sir.
Go.
Sir, I don't know any Ballu Sodhi Chooranwala.
You don't?
But people at his old shop said that both of you were intimate friends.
Forget Chooranwala, finding you wasn't easy either, Mr. Dhaniram.
Sir, can we speak over there?
My son is sitting here.
This way, sir.
Sir.
I... I have a wife and child.
So?
Sir...
I'm not interested in your personal matters.
But this is a serious matter, Dhaniram.
This is your chance to tell me everything you know.
Tell me.
Sir...
Fine.
Let's go to the police station.
It'll all come back to you.
- No... no, sir. - We'll take good care of you there.
No...
- Let's go. - Sir...
Where is your friend?
Sir, he has a house in Kinari Bazar, Old Delhi.
- Is it? - Yes.
Sir...
Let's keep walking.
Your son is here.
- Hands up. - Yes!
Balli!
Open the door, it's me, Dhaniram.
Balli, my friend!
You stay here.
Don't touch anything.
Balli...
Do you know someone named Pyare Mohan?
Did Ballu know him?
No, sir.
When did you meet Ballu last?
Around 10-12 days ago.
We'd meet only once or twice a month, sir.
What if someone saw me with him?
Have you seen what state the body is in?
It's not the handiwork of a petty thief.
Try to remember if Ballu had any enemies.
He didn't have any enemies, sir.
But... but anyone could have killed him.
He was different.
And in this world, being different...
not fitting into a mold...
is the biggest crime, sir.
I see.
Was there anyone he was meeting or hanging out with?
Ballu had started drinking heavily recently.
He'd spend most of his time at a local bar.
Bar? Which bar?
Dhaniram, you know about it.
- Look at me. - Sir...
I beg you.
Please don't tell my family about this, sir.
My father will kill himself.
A man's life, too,
should be as sharp as a bloody sword.
You should've bought it chopped, bro.
Nonsense. Pay the butcher for the meat and for the joy of cutting it?
No way.
Eating chicken...
will toughen your balls and sharpen your brain.
You need both, bastard.
By the way, what did they do to your balls?
Did they just empty out the bullets,
or did they chop off the entire muzzle?
Those are just rumors, Babu.
No matter how old the monkey,
it never forgets how to swing.
Superb.
What if Pyare goes and blabbers?
We finished off that hulk for Pyare,
and now he's gone and abandoned us!
He's definitely going to blabber.
What do we do then?
We'll get even.
Your dancer friend needs to be taught a lesson.
Pyare is a chicken, just one "boo," and he'll crumble.
Joshi, back with tea so fast?
How much sugar do you want?
Stop, you bastard!
Rajjo!
- Friends, I didn't see anything. - Bastard!
- I didn't see-- - Come here!
Please let me go, friends.
- I didn't see anything. - Is it? Nothing?
Joshi!
- Help me, Joshi. - Pyare!
- Who are you? - Delhi Police. Get lost!
Police? Why aren't you in uniform?
We're underground policemen. Get lost!
Joshi!
What has he done?
Punishment for his bad deeds, mister.
Which police station are you taking him to?
If you meddle in police matters, oldie,
we'll ship you off to Kaala Paani prison.
- Get him! - Wanna come, mister?
Pyare! I...
Pyare!
The wounds are about 4-5 days old.
But he died three days ago.
He must have been put inside after he fell unconscious.
When he regained consciousness...
see, he must've tried to come out.
Right. There was a lot of blood loss.
Plus, it was a closed space,
very little oxygen...
that's why the body had started decomposing.
The two sets of fingerprints found on the box
match those we found in the car.
One set is incomplete, as earlier.
Two sets of fingerprints? Not three?
Yes, only two sets.
The sword found in Pyare Mohan's house
has traces of Sodhi's blood.
Exactly the same...
brutal way of killing.
One out of the four has already been murdered.
Pyare Mohan is missing.
And we don't even know the names of the other two...
The more I try to solve this,
the more complicated it gets.
Only after 10,000 attempts...
did Edison finally make a bulb.
Were they 10,000 attempts?
Or failure?
You decide.
Doctor, please send the blood reports for the samples found
at Ballu Sodhi's house, along with the fingerprint reports.
- Yes. - Okay.
I will inform Hazra sir.
Hello, Nisar ji.
You're here.
- Let me introduce you. - Nisar Rizvi, Dilli Nama.
Who doesn't know her?
I had an appointment with Dr. Baruah.
I had a few questions for him.
I see.
Be careful, doctor...
who knows, tomorrow's newspaper might carry an article praising your department.
"Major crimes in Delhi rise with the arrival of Forensic Science!"
Nisar ji, I'll be in my office.
I have some work.
What...
was that about?
I wouldn't care if it were someone else, Nisar.
But it was you.
And you're well aware of the kind of pressure I am under.
I managed to get this case after a lot of difficulty.
I only wrote what happened that evening.
Yes, I read the article. It had your name written in bold.
Everyone must've read it too.
JP, why are you taking it so personally?
This is not about you and me. This is about those children.
And I was just doing my job.
Then do your job.
Find out all the details yourself.
Stop showing up at the police station.
It's my police station, not some information desk.
- What is it? - There was a call from the hospital.
It's about your father...
Is he alright?
I don't know the details, but he's at Delhi Civil Hospital.
Tell them, I... I'm on my way.
- Does this hurt? - Yes.
Baba, what happened?
How did you end up here?
Mr. Manohar from the dispensary called me.
One can't even fall sick in peace now!
It's nothing really. I just felt dizzy when I was getting off the rickshaw.
- What has really happened, doctor? - Nothing.
To tell you the truth, he's lucky he didn't break a bone.
His blood pressure and sugar levels are both high.
Well,
the injury will heal in two weeks,
- but he needs to take it easy and rest. - No.
You doctors always make a mountain out of a molehill.
Not really, Ghanshyam ji.
Avoid oily and spicy food for the next few days.
And no sugar at all.
I'm prescribing some medicines. Make sure he takes them regularly.
Okay.
I'm craving a kulfi right now.
Should we?
Just see your face.
- Relax, I'm joking. - You think all this is a joke?
This injury, blood pressure, sugar...
you're always bossing around in the police station,
but you don't bother taking care of your own health!
I'm working. I can't keep coming over like this!
Why have you even come?
I didn't ask you to come.
You didn't call me, but that doesn't mean I won't come.
I needed to come.
And why do you always twist my words?
I'm not... I know you've become a very senior officer now.
I know...
you're so busy, you don't even have time to talk.
Now you're unnecessarily--
I've worked as a constable for 30 years... 30 years,
and I've been your father for that many years too.
I know you very well...
and I know how the world works too.
Get it?
Jayprakash sir, this is Bravo Two speaking. We have a tip.
Jayprakash sir.
- Jayprakash sir... - You have an important case.
Go on, fulfill your responsibilities.
I'll manage.
Jayprakash sir...
Baba...
SI Jayprakash. Over.
We have found Pyare Mohan's bar, sir.
- Where? - Hotel Five Star, Chandni Chowk.
Ballu Sodhi was a regular there.
Be right there. Over.
In all the chaos
My faith slipped away...
This man, sir.
Are you sure?
I'm 100% sure, sir. This is Pyare Mohan.
Did he work as a server here?
Server? No, sir. He is an artist, a singer.
He can sing duets... in male and female voices.
But singing duets isn't a crime...
- Answer only what you're asked. - Okay, sir.
So, where is this artist of yours?
But three days ago, he was picked up by two of your men.
And since he isn't back yet, we're having to make do with this guy.
- My men? - That's right.
They said they're from the Delhi Police.
They took Pyare Mohan away in a green car.
I did have my doubts...
That'll be enough, sir. Who are you singing for?
One minute, see these.
- Was it them? - Yes, it was them.
It's been three days, sir.
By now, Pyare Mohan must've been...
Let's go.
Bastard.
What are you doing?
Come out.
Walk.
Keep moving.
Keep walking, bastard.
Walk!
No, no...
Pick him up!
Come on...
Where are we taking him, Babu?
Shut up!
That corner.
Walk!
Rajjo, make him bloody lie down.
Shut up, you bastard. Stop crying. It'll make things worse.
Make him lie down.
Let's not do this, Babu.
He has learned his lesson.
Don't tell me you'll bloody betray me now.
Make him bloody lie down.
Let's not do this, Babu.
They were right.
You're a wuss.
Your gun can't fire anymore.
Fine, we'll let him go.
You can leave. We'll let him go.
- Come closer... - Hey.
Stop.
Stop. Someone might see us.
There's no one here.
Let go of me.
I want to have ice cream first...
then I'll think.
Promise?
Don't break my heart later.
No.
- I'll be back. - Okay.
Sona?
We killed Sodhi for him.
Now he's going to kill her for us!
We killed a man for you, bloody bastard.
Now you're gonna kill for us!
This is how you'll gain our trust.
Come on.
What the hell are you looking at?
You're a man, aren't you?
Come on, stand up.
- No, no... - Stand up, Pyare.
Kill her.
This is your chance.
This is your chance, Pyare. Come on.
- Kill her. - Come on!
Hurry up.
Go on.
- Kill her. - Kill!
Come on!
Kill her, you sex worker!
- Kill her! - Come on.
Kill her, bastard!
Kill her.
This bastard is useless.
Babu...
I will do it.
Superb, my love. Do it.
Do it.
Kill!
Come on.
Let go.
I said, let go of it.
Let go. I said, let go of it.
Yeah, waste time with your bullshit!
Let it go, bastard.
Sona...
Quiet.
Sona...
- Quiet. - Sona.
Sona...
Sir, Sona!
Rajjo, bloody run!
Run.
- Bloody run! - Let that bastard go!
Sir!
Sir...
Put me in jail, for heaven's sake!
I'm a bastard, sir!
Hurry up! Run!
Drive! Hurry!
Save me.
Come on, get up now.
Today, we're going to do rational and irrational numbers.
Good afternoon, madam.
Good afternoon. Have a seat.
Arora ma'am, may I have a word with you?
Children, please continue your studies.
Mona,
go home.
Go be with your family.
I need to...
complete the syllabus.
It's important.
This is not a request.
Go home.
At such times, you need to be with your family and loved ones.
Take your time.
I know it's easy for me to say this, but we--
We should learn from children, how to express our feelings.
We can't suppress our feelings.
It's an order.
Go home!
Madam...
Do you want a lift?
You won't get a bus in the rain.
Hello!
Hello, do you want a ride?
She just picked up a brick and threw it.
The windshield broke.
Nothing else happened, right? Don't take it so seriously.
My wife is pregnant. Of course, this is a serious matter.
It was pouring.
We were only trying to help.
This lady is very traumatized right now,
after what happened in her life.
You must've heard about Suman and Sahil.
Is she Mrs. Arora?
That's why I was requesting you.
But...
Sorry.
We had no idea.
Uncle...
Oh, Mr. Sahay.
In my 20 years as a personal investigator,
I've faced several difficult circumstances, Mr. Arora.
But...
I guess the world really isn't a nice place.
No need for this, Mr. Arora. Please.
The report.
Let it be, Mr. Arora.
Some doors shouldn't be opened.
I need to know, Mr. Sahay.
Suman was...
Don't, son.
Don't cry, son.
Please come, sir.
I got in touch after I saw the sketch.
He was picked up three days ago from the ridge area.
He's been hiding inside since then.
He refuses to talk or even step out.
He just sings all day.
Sings?
Pyare!
See these.
They will kill me.
They'll kill me.
I want police protection.
I won't say anything unless I get protection.
He wants police protection.
Is it?
Now talk.
Where have you seen them?
Take a look.
Who are they?
Babu and Rajjo.
Who is this?
Babu.
And this?
Rajjo.
Rajendra.
How do you know them?
I don't know Babu.
But Rajjo is from my village.
Both of them suddenly landed here from Bombay.
When they killed Sodhi...
were you present?
You were, weren't you?
I thought they'd just threaten him.
But they...
I ran away from there, sir.
These devils won't let me off so easily!
And the children?
Speak.
- Children? - Yes.
Of the army man?
Of the army man.
No, sir.
Please believe me, I've nothing to do with that terrible sin.
Look at me.
Pyare.
- Look at me. - Hey.
Think carefully and tell me...
where they could have gone.
They must be somewhere.
Tell me.
They might be somewhere in Delhi.
Or they might have gone back to Bombay, who knows?
Isn't Rajjo from your village?
He must have an address or some relative there.
Rajjo... has a sister, sir.
She lives in Sonipat.
I don't know anything else apart from this.
I don't want to go out.
Keep me in jail.
Take him away.
Keep me in jail.
Singh, let's go to Sonipat.
Babu.
I'm very hungry, bro.
No, Babu.
You promised we'd leave Delhi.
We owe Delhi one last goodbye, my love.