There is no such thing as justice in this world,
except in the world beyond.
Two girls who were raped
and murdered.
The Almighty himself was moved by those two girls.
And using someone as an instrument,
He has ended the tale of Vicky Rai.
[funeral chants]
Ladies and gentlemen,
it has been my lifelong dream to start my own business.
And today that dream has come true.
This was possible with the support of
my elder sister, Sudha Bharadwaj.
Whether it was moral support or financial.
Sis, thank you.
For taking care of your little brother, thank you.
Ms. Sudha, Ms. Sudha, just one question.
I know your question, Mr. Arun.
Please leave.
Vicky's release was ordered by the court,
-so please, no mudslinging. -Oh, no, Ms. Sudha.
He's dead, so now we're in the clear too.
Go find a new scandal now.
-I'm sure you can. -Yes, yes, I can.
But look how fate plays with us.
When Vicky Rai was acquitted, you were handling the case.
Now he's been murdered, and you're handling that too.
Meaning, you want justice for Vicky Rai, one way or another,
while the whole world is glad he's gone!
Actually, that investigation has been handed over to the CBI.
But the initial investigation must have been done by you, Ms. Sudha.
All right, at least tell me who from the CBI is handling it?
I have no idea.
Must be a lot of pressure, right?
Today's the first day; no pressure so far.
-Fingers crossed. -Fingers crossed!
Just before you sell your conscience again,
do take care that you don't end up prosecuting an innocent person.
Got it! Thank you, Ms. Sudha!
Everything's got recorded in here.
When I was a child,
I'd pluck mangoes from the orchards of landlords,
and I'd make sure to wake the watchman
so he'd chase me,
and the adventure would go on!
Sorry, are you hurt?
-No, no, not at all! -Okay.
Thank you. Bye.
-Ma'am, he's from the 2010 batch. -Okay.
-Two years my junior. -Yes, ma'am.
-There was this spy cam scam, right? -Yeah.
He was an accused in that one.
But, around 2015, he's had all sorts of promotions.
And, ma'am...
Another thing I've heard about him
is that there was an MLA named Jugal Kishore
whose wife was involved with this guy.
-No! -Yes!
I also heard that Jugal Kishore actually caught them at it.
Suraj and his hot wife
in a state of undress, while singing karaoke.
-So cool, right? -What's so cool about it?
-Very... -Oh, he's coming here.
Hello. Suraj.
-Suraj Yadav. -Sudha.
-Sudha Bharadwaj. -Sir, Bond.
James Bond.
Manjot Singh. Sir, I'm your junior.
I've read the case.
-Where are the two suspects? -Right here,
but we haven't interrogated them.
Now you... I'll address you with respect.
You are two years my senior.
The case is mine, but it'll be tough without your help.
If I could get a cup of hot tea...
Yes, sir, yes.
Sir, will you have bread fritters? It's excellent here.
-I'll just order it. Okay. -Get it.
Please.
You also get a very good lunch and dinner here.
Curry rice, kidney beans and rice...
The chickpeas and bread are the best--
Vicky Rai's earlier case was being handled by you, right?
Where he was acquitted.
The Centre is really annoyed over it.
-That's why I'm assigned to it. -Okay.
I didn't want to say this in front of your deputy.
For my part, I just want this case to go smoothly.
My office and I will fully cooperate.
-I have a suggestion. -Tell me.
If we work on this case together, we'll save a lot of time.
-We could exchange notes too. -Yes.
Why not?
Go.
There's a fridge,
there's a kitchen, the room is set.
Excellent!
These drunkards,
revellers and junkies keep getting into the yard.
Then they start doing their thing.
Who will challenge them?
Is this a joke here?
Is this a joke?
A man is dead here.
I don't want to waste my time.
Tell me what happened.
Or else I'll take you with me
and give you such an ass-whooping...
You understand what I am saying?
That I'll make even your father confess.
Take my advice.
Just tell me.
You'll save both my time and your ass.
Okay?
You in? Or shall I take you out?
Okay, sir.
Sir, his name is Munna.
Munna used to stay here with others. This is their den.
I swear on Lord Hanuman, sir. I'm not with them.
Who is this guy?
That's Munna, sir.
Sir, the next time I see him, I'll bring him to you.
That won't be needed.
He's already with us
for a murder case.
-This murder case? -Yes.
Sir, this guy was his friend.
What a crazy world, my God.
What is that for?
Munna Chaurasia!
Show me your face.
You're a criminal.
A petty criminal.
Hello?
Hello.
Madam, this Munna's history is truly remarkable.
His friend Lallan's body has been found here.
It's been rotting since the last four days. And, ma'am,
this Munna and Eketi are from the same slum.
Ma'am, people here are also saying
that Munna is flashing around a lot of money.
All right, okay.
Thanks.
Munna,
your friend Lallan was murdered four days ago.
The police are looking for you and you're absconding.
You've also been spending money like there's no tomorrow.
So much cash?
Where did so much cash come from?
You got paid to kill Vicky Rai?
-No, ma'am. -No?
-Sure? -Sure.
-Get out. Get out! -Why are you pushing us?
-Get out. -We've to meet Mr. Dhingra.
We're not just barging in.
We called.
Sir?
You don't get these fenugreek crackers easily.
Seek all the hospitality,
but you won't do my work.
I always come when you call.
There's a big batch coming out this time.
I want an SUV for sure.
It'll benefit you too.
It's already yours, okay?
-It's already his! -Hmm!
Are you dumb? Open your mouth and say yes.
I'm chewing tobacco.
What needs to be done?
I'll send you a message.
You just find out within a week
how to dispose of all this.
Listen,
I've sent you the product's photo.
-Okay. -Take a look.
Dude, Munna,
this is a really fancy item.
Absolutely top class!
This isn't from some local shop.
Dude, let's sell this in the mall!
-Where? -The mall!
-Our entry point... the mall! -The mall!
How many more will you win?
Not much, seven or eight.
Seven or eight what?
-Lakhs, moron. -Okay.
I'll set up shop in Dubai.
Champi will get her surgery.
Look,
do one thing.
Keep my share this time.
What?
I don't need your sacrifice.
It can't be done like this.
Look, your life is getting set.
When it's properly set,
bring me over to Dubai too.
Dude, this is my investment!
-Will they even let you enter Dubai? -What?
I will get in, bro. No question about it.
Bloody fucker!
What are you doing? He's fingering my ass, the fucker!
-Look, sir! -What?
-You shut up. He is fingering! -What crap!
Look at these modern folks,
fingering decent people in the ass!
No, you tell me how you'll feel if someone fingers you in your ass?
The best, sir. A-one!
Get me a car like that...
then I'll think about it.
-Try the kebabs first. -The SUV is yours, done!
Somebody handle this one.
Bro, it's all good.
Meet me outside JJ Electronics in two minutes.
Yeah, I'm almost there.
Yeah... Lallan, the cops are here.
Lallan, the cops are coming!
Hello? Lallan, the cops are right here!
Sir?
Sir, listen to me, I haven't done anything.
Come along quietly!
But, sir... sir...
Don't go by my looks!
I look like a thief, but I'm not!
And this bag, sir, she is not mine!
Shut your mouth!
-Sir, I haven't done a thing. I-- -Come!
Sir... please believe me, sir!
Sir!
-All good? -Yes.
Ah!
You said you wouldn't harm him!
Hey, he's not your guy.
But that's his voice.
They all scream the same.
It's the same one?
Yes, sir, mutton biryani, wraps,
chickpeas curry and bread, everything.
You moron,
you couldn't get the veg and non-veg food in separate packets?
Punia sir is observing a fast.
Oh. You know
I have this friend who's a decorator at prayer meetings.
If a bone is found in the chickpeas curry,
will you get your friend to decorate it?
You mentioned fasting, and I was reminded of my friend.
He was just asking me, "Where is Munna?"
I said, he's gone to fetch some motichur sweets.
But I didn't get any motichur.
Oh, man.
Motichur is a codeword.
-You've got it, right? -Yes, yes.
Now listen. We'll go to Punia sir.
Go and tell him, "I've brought motichur."
He'll say, "Stuff it up my ass".
You just have to laugh.
If he'll get pissed, then?
Just do as you're told.
Now we'll go in,
he'll take a file out of the drawer and place it on the table.
He'll leave the drawer open.
Then you leave the motichur in it.
Sir, Munna.
Sir, Rajbeer was saying
you like motichur sweets.
The ones with 25,000 pearls.
I'm fasting for the goddess.
Booze, meat, I'm off it all.
So, my blood isn't boiling as much.
Or else...
I'd kick your friend's ass.
You hear me?
Sir, I only went to the mall.
Can't a poor man go to a mall?
Of course he can. Why not?
But he shouldn't!
It doesn't suit the mall's splendour.
There are regular markets for the likes of you.
Lay eggs there all day!
-Now get out! -Move!
Sir, I brought a gift for madam.
I do import-export too.
Next time, I'll get a leather hat. It'll look great on you.
And where will I wear a leather hat?
When you're out on your rounds, boss, you'll look like Feroz Khan.
Feroz Khan.
Next time your friend
is spotted anywhere near Ambience Mall,
I'll stuff this bottle up his ass
and he'll start spraying perfume from his mouth.
Understood?
-Good one, eh? -You said it, sir!
Get moving.
-Scram. Go on. -Move, move, move.
My moon and stars, my sugared candy.
Piece of my heart, my liver...
-my kidney... -Fuck off, asshole.
Come on, bro.
Bro!
What's this, buddy? My dear!
-Come! -You're truly my brother!
Your sister-in-law is calling. Order kebabs or something.
I'll be back.
-Hi, hi. -Where were you?
I got stuck at work.
I've been trying since the evening. Where were you?
I was at Tihar Jail, the usual police thrashing.
I left my phone outside.
I said
the girlfriend is calling. Let me answer or she'll thrash me too.
-Is it done? -Yes.
The ticket is for the 24th of next month. Delhi-Dubai, Dubai-London.
I've arranged for 5,000 pounds.
Thanks, Munna.
Seriously.
Thank you.
The hearing of the case of rape and murder
-of two minor girls... -Munna... Hello?
...involving industrialist Vicky Rai...
-Hello? -Hello.
Look, I've sent you a photo.
Check to see if it's him.
Yes, I'll check it.
It's being said that
the Supreme Court will uphold the ruling.
-Munna? You there? Hello? -Vicky Rai...
-Are you listening to me? Hello? -Yes, hello.
Sorry, there's news about Vicky on the TV.
Don't watch it. Turn off the TV.
I can't make out a thing.
All right, I'll watch him from up close.
Munna, you're not listening.
Hey, move, motherfu... Scram, fucker!
Munna I am talking to you.
-Darling, I... I'll call you back. -Bye.
Lallan!
Lallan, bring the booze. We'll drink at the den.
Let's go.
Okay, sir. Thank you.
-What happened? -Let's go.
Okay.
-Do you feel anything? -No.
Any sensation?
-No. -Nothing at all?
No.
Champi.
What sort of name is that?
It's actually Champa.
Since I was a kid, people have called me Champi.
All right, Champi it is.
What do you do?
Social work.
Like cleanliness in the locality, teaching kids...
-adult education, anti-drug campaigns-- -Enough... enough!
My God!
You are doing excellent work, Champi!
Thank you, sir.
You know...
after the Bhopal gas tragedy,
this happened to my face.
-After that... -Don't worry.
Everything will be all right.
You'll look like a movie star in three months.
No, no.
Being too beautiful is also stressful.
They throw acid on you.
Plastic surgery is expensive as it is.
And I can't even give you a fixed rate.
Assume it's between four to seven.
Four and seven.
Lakhs, okay?
-Sir, will you pay by card or cash? -Cash.
I don't want to do this costly operation.
I don't mix with poor people.
-Of course, you own a mint. -You can say that.
Look, get my ear operated.
And then forget about that plastic business.
No. Don't say anything.
Please, sis.
Give the pistachio flavour.
Sukhi?
I've sent you a photo.
Check it and tell me if it's him.
Yes, I'll check it out. Bye.
This is too blurred.
-What? -I can't make out a thing.
Oh, man!
Munna!
Where to?
I'll be back shortly.
So, have you understood?
So, those little kids' reading,
writing, I mean, all of that...
[catchy Hindi song about money playing]
Oh, your mutton again!
Lallan?
Munna! Mun...
Motherfucking little shit!
Move! I'll cut you open. Keep moving quietly.
Fucker!
That day you ran off with my money. Where is it?
Fuck off! Where is the money, motherfucker?
-It's in the bathroom. -Move
Come on.
Or I'll tear you open.
Ah!
I'll die, man!
-Open the bag. -Munna!
-I'll die, man! -Open the bag. Open it!
He's bleeding. Let me take him to the hospital.
-Let him die! Open the bag! -I'll die, man.
-The money's right there. He'll die. -Open that bag.
Munna...
-save me, man! -This looks less!
Where's the rest?
It got spent, man. How was I to know you guys...
How much is missing?
-Rs. 12 lakh is missing. -Rs. 12 lakh?
Fucker!
Who the hell is it?
They don't even let you fucking sleep in peace.
Mun... Munna!
[sad Hindi song playing]
That African-looking guy
who was caught with you,
what's the connection between you two?
Nothing, I've just seen him in the neighbourhood.
So, that's where you guys got together?
-Right? -It's not like that.
-No? -No.
No, there's definitely a connection.
There's a connection.
You, that African guy and Lallan,
you three became partners.
Then you took the contract to murder Vicky Rai.
You took a huge advance.
Then you and the African
turned professional...
and took Lallan out of your way.
Lallan was my brother. It's nothing like that.
So, you killed your friend.
-Not like that? -No!
Why are you lying?
Who paid you to take out Vicky Rai?
Talk. Tell the truth.
-Who gave the contract? -It's not a contract, ma'am.
The money was stolen.
Again. Stolen money!
He's telling the police the money was stolen.
So, tell me.
Under the Nizamuddin flyover, a man was standing with a black bag.
Always touching and looking into the bag.
I suspected the bag had money.
I grabbed it and got away.
I opened it and it was full of money.
When was this?
Three months ago.
Three months.
-So, under the Nizamuddin flyover? -Yes.
No, no.
Will you show us?
Yes? Come on.
Come.
Come out into the light.
Let it be.
Where are you from?
Andaman.
The Nicobar one?
Andaman different, Nicobar different.
Oh, different.
You understand Hindi?
Little Hindi, little English.
How'd you get here?
Ingetayi.
Look here, you.
If you keep talking in circles,
I'll shove a pole up your ass and raise a flag.
So you will speak clearly. You will explain.
Sorry.
How'd you get to Vicky's house?
Ingetayi, God.
Vicky Rai's home.
I took.
What is this Ingetayi?
Does it fly?
Does it glow in the dark?
Man, does it perform miracles? Does it cure cancer?
Ingetayi... God.
Who gave you Vicky Rai's address?
Where'd you get the gun?
Gun, no.
You!
Do you know India's Prime Minister?
Do you know?
No.
Do you know what the Taj Mahal is?
Taj Mahal no.
Son, are you screwing with me?
Yes.
You and your accomplice, Munna.
Munna Chaurasia and you live in the same slum, right?
-Munna? -Yes.
Munna sister, my friend.
Munna sister your friend?
Yes.
Champi. Social worker.
-Where'd you meet his sister? -Champi.
-Social worker. -Yes, you mentioned that, moron.
Did you have sex with her?
I fixed it.
What did you fix?
Friendship.
Friendship?
Sir.
Sir, this report is from the Chennai Police.
You're peeling open like an onion, my Andamanese friend.
Come here, motherfucker. Who are you?
You're Michael Busari.
From Nigeria, right? Motherfucker!
Who are you? Tell me! Who are you? Tell me!
-Michael Busari -Eketi, sir.
From Nigeria, right?
-Eketi, sir. -Eketi...
If you say Eketi once more, fucker,
I won't leave a single bone unbroken. Michael Busari.
Hey, asshole! Get lost!
Get lost, fucker! Get lost!
Get lost! Go outside.
Get lost! Get lost!
Oh, come on, man.
You leave. I'll pay money.
Hungry?
I am Michael Busari.
Your hair, my hair same.
[Tamil song playing]
Ingetayi.
Lost!
Sahibganj.
No money.
No money?
I will give you money.
Tomorrow,
you do me a small job.
I will give you money.
Who are you? Tell me, asshole!
Admit that you are Michael Busari!
Michael sent me... Muthuswami house.
Why did he send you? Why?
Money.
-Michael money. -Money?
To take Michael's money from Muthuswami.
-Muthuswami? -Michael Busari?
-Money? -Yes.
You sit, you sit.
[in Tamil] We're now going live from
Nungambakkam South West police station.
The criminal behind us has been caught after a great ordeal.
[in Tamil] ...this case was going on, Sunil Kumar committed suicide.
The Tamil Nadu police have arrested a Nigerian, Michael Busari...
The criminal is a big mastermind wanted by the Bihar Police
in the Sunil Kumar fraud case.
We would like to remind you that, while the case was going on,
Sunil Kumar committed suicide at his own home in Patna...
-Thank you. -Mr. Rajadurai.
Hello, Mr. Sinha. Got your person? Happy?
He seems totally normal.
But be careful.
He looks like a psychopath.
-Psychopath? -Yes.
Come with me.
-Come with me. -Mr. Sinha.
Does he look like a Nigerian to you?
Real Michael Busari has escaped.
-You have arrested the wrong person! -No, no, no.
Just come.
[in Tamil] You continue.
-Sir, he is the real-- -Oh, shut up!
Sir, he is the right person. See his confession letter, sir.
Sir, I have recorded all in my mobile also.
All formalities are completed, sir.
You can take the criminal to Bihar, sir, with you.
Has his identification been verified?
He does not look Nigerian!
I have been trailing Michael Busari for the past one year.
This is not him.
Do you have Michael Busari's picture?
I don't have pictures, but I have seen him.
Now what to do, sir?
The mistake is yours, no?
Maybe Michael Busari was not a Nigerian.
But a tribal from Jharkhand.
Am I correct or not?
Who are you, man?