(Humming)
- Kishor. - Yes, brother.
Let me ask you something.
Will this man walk out on bail today,
or will Samar sir complete his tally of thirty six?
Samar Singh has an obsession with the number thirty six.
- So he's going to hit that number today. - Hundred and one percent.
Address me as Bhaiyya ji.
What?
Bhaiyya ji!
- Bhaiyya ji. - Yeah.
I've been in your custody for ten days.
What could you do?
Huh.
And everyone knows you're taking me to court today.
Give it ten minutes.
After that, I'm a free bird.
You...
With you...
You creep.
Sir, sir...
Sir, please...
Sir... sir... I have a question
Sir...
Sir, what about those poor people?
Ask your questions one at a time.
Samar sir, Bhaiyya ji will get bail.
But what about the children for whose sake you arrested him?
Any other questions?
The case has been dragging on for ten days,
and still there's no verdict. What's the reason?
Is it because these kids belong to poor families?
Look, every case reaches a conclusion.
- If this isn't the conclusion, - Yes.
then the case is still wide open.
Clear?
- But, sir-- - One second.
Hello.
Sir, Bhaiyya ji's men showed up.
They ambushed us
and broke him out, sir.
What? What?
Sir, we've just received word that Bhaiyya ji has escaped.
What? What?
Is this true?
How is that even possible?
Samar ji. Samar ji.
We need answers.
How can you be this negligent in such a highprofile case?
Negligent?
- Ma'am, Bhaiyya ji... - Bhaiyya ji has escaped.
Instead of escorting him to court yourself,
you handed him over to your subordinates.
And Bhaiyya's men broke him out.
Those kids will never be found, and neither will Bhaiyya ji.
Samar ji, I know you don't have answers for the media.
But what about them?
Their children are missing.
So, this is your grip over law and order.
You couldn't even produce a criminal in court.
You should know the Honourable Court has
directed me to take action against you.
You are an encounter specialist.
Right now I am the one being questioned, not you.
I brought you here to take charge of Lucknow.
Handle the media. I will handle the rest.
- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind.
Samar.
Yes, sir.
Wasn't Bhaiyya supposed to get bail?
Then why did he run?
The Bhaiyya you kept under suspicion
for ten whole days suddenly vanishes.
Shouldn't the poor have a right to justice?
The Constitution says justice is equal for everyone.
If some rich politician's son had gone missing,
the police would have searched day and night.
But poor people's children are missing,
and the administration stays silent.
Sometimes, to earn respect in society,
you first have to swallow humiliation.
Rascal! You don't know my background.
Let me see.
They're pretty small.
In fact, they're so tiny
that if you fart hard, a line will get drawn, Bhaiyya ji.
Go on, laugh. Laugh as much as you want.
Once I'm out of here,
none of you will be visible in this city.
But you weren't released. You broke out.
Whether we kill you or you kill yourself,
it doesn't change a thing.
The children will never be found.
They can't be found anyway.
But no more will be abducted.
Yeah, right. Who doesn't want to be famous?
Sir, sir...
No, sir. I'll shoot him.
One...
Actually, Kishen, record a video of him.
Blur his face.
That will boost my followers.
Get lost.
Sir, let me do it.
No, sir. Please give me one chance.
- Sir, let me do it... - Have you all lost your minds?
- What do you want to know? - Sir, just one bullet.
Please, sir. Give me one chance.
I'll ask just one question.
If he stutters or even pauses a little, shoot the bastard.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
How long have you been doing this?
For twelve... Twelve to fourteen years.
Have you seen her?
Yes, I abducted her last week.
Mother f**k! It's a twelveyearold photo!
Sir, I thought you'd shoot me if I said no.
Where do you keep the kids after abducting them?
Most of the kids are sent to Noida or Jwalabad for farm work...
And even Meerut... Near Meerut.
Nine kids went missing. Where are they?
Lane number two, Maliyabad.
Rohila's house.
- Children, get up. - Children.
Children, get up.
Two, four, six, eight...
Sir, there are only eight kids here.
Where is the ninth kid?
He died, sir.
Where is the body?
We burnt the body.
Brother Sam. Save me, Brother Sam.
Take the kids and go.
And my child?
Where is my child?
Sir! Where is my child?
I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't save your child.
Sir...
Sir... bring my child back, sir.
I can't live without him, sir.
Give me my child, sir.
Sir...
My child.
Stand up. Stand up.
Today I give you my word.
From today, no mother will be left without her child,
even if I have to fill the crematorium with men like him.
Sir...
No, sir.
My son.
Saloni!
As you all know...
Nine kids went missing, from Lucknow, for which Bhaiyya ji was sent to jail.
This morning he escaped from police custody,
and his body was found at night.
Who killed Bhaiyya ji?
Was it his own men?
Or is this some new method the police are using to punish him-
It was you, wasn't it?
If a wife is asking this question, then it wasn't me.
And if a reporter is asking this question,
then it was definitely not me, madam.
Serve dinner.
That was a smart plan to help Bhaiyya ji escape.
No suspicion, and thirtysix complete.
His wife saw him with someone. I didn't do anything.
Look, Samar. I know he was wrong.
But you or I don't get to decide that.
What are courts for then?
Courts don't deliver punishment, Soniya.
Courts only give dates.
Serve dinner.
Again... like DK.
Samar, DK has been gone for twelve years, please.
Come out of his memories.
Saloni!
Dad is here. Saloni...
Dad.
- Dad. - Come here. Come here.
- Dad, I was waiting for you in my school. - 'Brother Sam. Save me, Brother Sam.'
- 'Brother Sam, save me?' - But you wouldn't come. Say something.
Dad, the principal was asking about you today.
The principal said, "Bring your dad to our school someday."
"As a chief guest.”
What mischief did you do this time?
I just...
Alright, I'll be there.
My daughter can never do anything wrong.
Promise?
Deal.
Look... I got a new gift for you.
Saloni. Come on, go to your room.
Dinner is served.
I'm full.
I'll come to your school tomorrow, child.
Goodnight.
Samar, she is a child. Let her be a child.
Don't turn her into someone like you.
- 'Brother Sam.' - Have you seen him?
'Where do you keep the kids after abducting them?'
'It's a twelveyearold photo!'
'Where do you keep the kids after abducting them?'
'Brother Sam.'
'Where do you keep the kids after abducting them?'
- 'Brother Sam.'
Open.
The vehicle has arrived.
Move this stuff.
Come in.
Go forward. Take the sack outside.
Yes, over there. Keep it outside.
Veer.
- How are you, brother? - All good.
Are they here?
What is this?
Wow.
It's straight from Munna's brewery.
We've shattered his consignment worth at least a million.
Humiliation and kindness walk hand in hand.
Today, they tasted humiliation and we were shown kindness.
And that humiliation will drag Munna here.
What you did today,
Munna used to do with me.
Do you know why?
Because I used to decide the fate of Jwalabad.
Every road tender was mine,
and every liquor brewery on the road was mine.
Only two things ruled here...
Shaheen's road roller,
and Shaheen's liquor.
Not a single business functioned here without my permission.
And then came Munna.
And with his madness,
he began selling
his cheap and low quality liquor.
Those whom I had silenced,
started supporting him.
Since he got the support of a politician,
he snatched my Jwalabad from me.
He made me sit in this manor.
Like a widow. To mourn.
I want Jwalabad back. Not just for myself,
but for you.
Because you have what I used to have.
I want to see you become the next Shaheen of this city.
Brother, you picked me up from the streets and brought me to this level.
I won't let you down.
You'll get your power and your throne back.
It was Kabir.
How dare that 20 year old kid?
He knew...
This was Munna's consignment, and he still broke it.
And your men...
just did nothing. They just stood there and watched.
They let me get beaten black and blue.
They left no stone unturned to humiliate you.
He's alive only because of you.
Otherwise, you know my temper.
I would've finished him.
I may be your elder brother,
but there are times I listen to you.
In these twenty years, I've sold my house, my land,
my selfrespect... to reach this position.
And today you trashed my name in just two hours.
- Boss, we were leaving... - Shut up!
Here... pick a card.
If you pull a joker, you walk free.
You pick first.
Pick. Pick one.
Jo... joker...
It's a joker.
We're safe, boss.
We were leaving, boss...
Boss, we were really...
Get lost you...
Bloody moron.
Bloody, rascal. Trying to get justification.
That bloody f*** hit my brother, and you did nothing. F****rs.
Take them away.
Father... I lose control when I'm angry.
But I didn't let a single swear word slip in front of you.
- Brother Tillu... - Yes.
Where is Shaheen?
Same place.
Munna. Munna.
Yes.
I'm coming too. I'll kill him myself.
Go back inside, brother. Come on.
He slapped me. I'm coming too. I'll kill him.
As long as Munna is alive, you don't have to lift a finger.
Come on, get inside.
Please. Please.
Stop pleading with me like this…
Go back inside.
Take care.
Greetings.
Your man is standing here with the money.
Come home.
- But… - Now!
So, the deal was I get the consignment out of the government warehouses.
You'll turn one bottle into four.
I remember the deal.
He slapped my brother.
What's your dream?
You called me here to ask about my dream?
- He tore down my factory, slapped my- - No, no, no…
That's not my question. My question is, what is your dream?
To build a branded liquor label,
and become the biggest liquor distributor in UP.
That's my dream.
And what do you need to make this dream real?
I need money.
Money… and power.
The road tender is worth 1.8 billion.
I've already filed the bid, but how do we make sure we win it?
Did you get the tender number?
What?
We'll get it soon, brother.
The tender is worth 1.8 billion. 1.8 billion… and it opens tomorrow.
Don't get all tender about this tender.
And listen…
A white kurta hides red bloodstains very well.
No one questions you then.
We'll keep settling our scores.
Okay?
First, we win the tender.
We've waited fifteen years for this.
This war is between Munna and me.
Whoever wins that tender… wins everything.
Whoever bags the tender…
can do whatever he wants.
Kill, slice… or spare.
Nothing else will matter.
You didn't think it was important to take me into confidence either-
before helping Bhaiyya escape.
Sir, I am really sorry.
But he was a criminal after all.
If you could transfer me to the Meerut zone-
Why Meerut?
- These Human Rights people… - You'll start a fresh storm there.
You're not going anywhere.
You'll sit in the office right in front of me.
I am really sorry, sir, but please, if you can—
Enough.
Another SP is in charge of that area.
They can deal with it. That's it. You may leave now.
You may leave!
Jai Hind, sir.
Look…
Move. Move.
Dinesh ji, the government issues the tender,
but you're the one who helps fill them.
Where were you heading?
Since you're in the hot seat now, I've got another surprise for you.
Here are your son and your wife.
Mukta.
So… you and I will play a little game called
"Who Gets the Tender?”
I'll tell you.
Give the number to the boy standing in front of you.
Check it.
Look, gentlemen.
No firing from your mouths or your guns.
Are all the bidders for the tender present here?
Yes, sir. Everyone is here.
And the tender goes to—
Gajendra Nagar Constructions… a.k.a. Munna.
Munna won.
He's quoted the lowest bid.
Welcome, Munna bhai. Welcome.
Long live brother Munna.
Kabir!
Where are you?
Bloody Dinesh…
Son… you've committed murder.
Catch him. He killed Dinesh.
Just catch him.
Because I'm going to shoot him.
Go get him.
- Damru. - Yes, brother.
He slapped my brother, didn't he?
Go on, go settle the score.
Jwalabad will be wiped clean today, brother.
That bloody…
Let's find Kabir.
- I'll get the car. - Yes, go get the car.
Come on.
Kabir!
Kabir, where are you?
What's going on here?
What the…
Hey… Kabir!
Kabir!
Catch the rascal!
Kabir.
Come, brother. Come on.
Get the car.
Come on, Kabir.
- Take this. - Take the gun. Take the gun.
Kabir, come. Let's go.
Don't come forward. Come on.
Stay back. Don't come ahead.
Stay back.
I said stay back.
Jai Hind, sir.
Jai Hind. How are you?
All good, sir.
What happened in Jwalabad?
I heard there was a daylight shootout and four policemen were killed.
Who is the SSP there?
Jwalabad…
You've been an informer for twelve years.
Will you only track news from your own state,
or will you look around you as well?
Sir, it wasn't just four policemen who died.
I knew it. But no one tells me anything.
Three more men were killed.
And three are in the hospital in critical condition.
There is no SSP posted there right now, DSP Preet Singh is in charge.
Is that so? Lady Singham?
Yes.
Along with adults,
even kids between eighteen and twenty are neckdeep in crime.
These people are sowing more guns than sugarcane in the fields.
That's perfect. Let's head there.
Won't be any accountability.
Sir, wasn't that boy the same age as Bunny?
Raghav, it's been a long time.
I've moved on, and you should too.
Goodnight.
Eyes front, Munna.
They won't pop out if you keep staring at them.
You never know.
You miss your target every time, except when it's me.
As if you showered flowers on Shaheen?
Four of my constables are dead.
There'll be an inquiry. Who is going to answer for them?
I'll answer for them. Damru.
Wait.
Brother…
Here…
Right answer.
You're busy counting the money.
Open it first.
I mean the cards.
Look…
See… I've got the king.
And they're locked in an embrace.
When is it going to happen?
When you stop talking such dirty nonsense,
you're actually a pretty decent guy.
And a topnotch magician.
Magician? I'll be your clown if you want.
You know…
I've ordered a kilo of skin cream to become fair.
You want to look like Urvashi now?
To look "whitest white.” Right.
No need.
You've already done the impossible.
You landed the tender, and your enemies
are running for their lives.
Now, it's our turn.
Hey… what turn?
No turn.
Your work here is finished. You got the tender, now keep quiet.
But, I…
Shut your mouth. You got 1.8 billion.
Go to Bangkok and enjoy.
- Cops are dead. - Alright, my love. I won't do anything.
Promise?
- Deal? - Yes, deal.
Alright. Okay, thank you. See you.
We still haven't repaid that slap.
But now we will.
- Damru. - Yes, brother.
- Round up the boys. - Alright.
Let's go put on some fireworks.
Tell me, who goes down first?
Policemen were murdered in the Jwalabad district,
and the police are silent.
Fake liquor factories have sprung up everywhere like fastfood joints.
And the police are still silent.
Before crime spirals out of control,
we must crush these growing criminal activities in the state.
Otherwise, I will lose my chair...
but you will lose your jobs!
Over 140 people have died there because of fake liquor.
With all due respect, sir,
I want charge of Jwalabad.
Sit down.
SSP sir, I know... how Bhaiyya escaped to save those children.
You operate the system, and we are the ones who build that system.
Six months, sir.
I don't want a triggerhappy officer there.
Human Rights has already opened an inquiry.
Don't run.
Four months... respected Chief Minister.
Within four months, law and order in Jwalabad will be restored.
And if that doesn't happen,
you can open an inquiry into Bhaiyya ji's case.
I will answer every question.
Alright.
Without bloodshed, crime and fake liquor rackets there
must be wiped out.
Otherwise, your wish to answer the Human Rights people
will be granted by me, not you.
Sir!
Dad.
I'm so sorry, dear. I couldn't come to pick you up.
It's okay.
The Deputy CM called me in for a meeting.
A father made a promise, and the cop forgot.
Look... what I got for you.
History books.
Will the daughter create more history than the father?
Hold this.
Dear Dad is being sent to Jwalabad for four months.
And by the time he comes back,
will you finish reading them?
Yes.
- Promise. - Promise?
Are you being sent there, or are you running there?
Four policemen were killed, Soniya.
If someone like me doesn't go, more will die.
You're Batman, Superman, all rolled into one.
Yes, my dad is a hero.
I'm going to write dates and names in these.
Go.
Can we never talk romantically?
When my Samar talks to me, I will too.
Keep talking to Saloni.
She sleeps at 10:30.
I know when my daughter sleeps.
I wish you knew your wife that well too.
- Bye. - Bye.
Bye.
Come on. Time to leave for Jwalabad.
Sir.
Bye.
Kabir.
Kabir, the men you called have reached the house.
Munna didn't just steal the tender,
he stole our destiny.
He got the tender on the lowest bid.
Today we'll barge in his house and close his tender.
That old man is at home, brother.
We'll kill him in his own house. Let's go.
Come on.
Sir, welcome to Jwalabad.
Huh?
Welcome to Jwalabad, sir. house. Let's go.