-Hello. -Sir, give the order.
What order?
Sir, you had asked me to call today.
You were going to give me the number of the CM's secretary.
Oh, yes, the damn thing slipped my mind.
Last night, there was an earthquake here.
Oh! Is everything all right, sir?
-Any trouble, sir? -No, no, it's good. All good.
Okay, listen.
I'm sending you two numbers.
One of those numbers
is that of the CM's personal secretary Pranjal Dass.
Those four people you've caught,
take a cell phone from one of them and feed the number into it.
And call Pranjal Dass from that phone.
Okay, sir.
And the second number that I'm sending,
send that number to Pranjal Dass' cell phone.
-Will it be done? -Yes, sir.
Yes, but listen.
There'll be an inquiry over this case.
So, don't line them up and shoot them in the back.
Okay, sir. I'll handle everything and call you.
You just message me the numbers, sir.
Okay.
Sir, sir!
I'm a family man, sir.
I have small children, sir.
I have no idea about all this.
It was a mistake; forgive me, sir.
I don't know any Naxalites sir.
Please let us go. We haven't done anything.
-Whose is this? -Mine, sir.
It's mine, sir.
-Shut him up. -I have a wife, sir!
Shut up, shut up.
Hello?
Where are you?
I'm trying to reach you...
Greetings, sir.
No cameras, sir.
-Moreover, this note's-- -Hush.
You've kept the font size of this note so small
that it can't be read by any hidden camera.
Incredible, sir!
Whatever they say about you is all true.
And on top of that, you are also threatening me.
If you refuse,
then, yes.
But why me?
Because you have never shied away from being critical,
whether it was about our party or about me.
So, when you call him for an interview, he'll readily agree.
Then you can ask any question you like.
Just ask one question for me.
The one you just read.
You're dragging me
in this game of yours...
forcefully.
A good and successful journalist
becomes a successful politician someday.
Take it as a golden opportunity and grab it with both hands.
And I...
want to confirm again
that there are indeed...
no cameras there.
Put your phone away. It's not allowed here.
Brijlal!
Looks familiar?
Do you recognise this?
Yes?
Don't lie.
Your fingerprints are all over it.
Where did this money come from?
Whom did you give it to last night?
My future...
My daughter's future father-in-law.
You told me your daughter's wedding was called off
because you couldn't pay.
Where did this money come from?
-Boss gave it to me. -When?
When?
Look, Brijlal, you're about to get in some serious trouble.
Your boss is involved in a murder case.
If you give a false statement,
then this money will be confiscated,
your daughter's wedding will be cancelled,
and you will go to jail.
Do you want to go to jail?
Do you?
Sir!
You could have told me if you needed something.
Brijlal,
I can do my work myself.
Why should I trouble you?
Here, take your car keys.
He's dead, the motherfucker!
Brijlal, let's go, come on.
We should've never come here.
Sir, do you need to go somewhere?
Brijlal,
didn't you need Rs. 1 lakh for your daughter's wedding?
Here.
Sir, who are you right now?
Mohandas.
I'm Mohandas, Brijlal, my brother.
No.
No, you're Mohan Kumar.
When you entered the party, that's when you were Mohandas.
Our very own Gandhi ji.
What happened after that, who knows.
But I saw you take the revolver out of the car.
Then there were shots fired inside.
Then, when you returned and sat in the car,
you were Mohan Kumar then.
You're still Mohan Kumar now.
Mohan Kumar?
Which Mohan Kumar, son?
Sir...
not just Rs. 3 lakh,
I'll take Rs. 5 lakh.
Rs. 5 lakh?
No, son, keep Rs. 1 lakh,
I'll give you another lakh; keep Rs. 2 lakh.
Greed is not good, son.
Take only as much as you need. Take it.
"Take only as much as you need."
You people don't think the same way when it comes to you.
This is my house.
Sir, I'm just a driver.
But after spending time with you,
I have learned the ways of the world.
I will not take a rupee less than Rs. 5 lakh.
You want Rs. 5 lakh, asshole! I'll give you five kicks!
Bastard! Exploiting me when I'm helpless, fucker!
Yes, I am exploiting your helplessness!
Because I need to.
Fucking shit! Brijlal, what has happened to you, you fucker?
What... Listen, look. Look, listen, listen.
So, on the night of the party,
Mohan Kumar was Mohan Kumar only.
Correct?
That's your statement, right?
Sign it.
Here, take this.
Your father-in-law's cash.
Madam, it's his daughter's father-in-law.
Thanks, Manjot.
Here's your money.
Will boss be sentenced to death?
No idea.
But don't feel guilty about that.
Thank you.
Let's arrest Mohan Kumar.
Pen, pen.
Thank you for giving us your time at such short notice, Mr. Vora.
There's no need to thank me.
We exist because of journalists like you.
Who practises fair journalism these days?
At first, people salute you,
then they serve you.
And then, after some time,
all that is fair turns ugly.
Sir, I will do my utmost to remain fair.
I don't want to do
a political interview.
Personal.
Naturally, politics will be a part of it.
So, let's start at the beginning.
What was your childhood like?
I mean, at various points of your life,
who are the ones who had an impact on you?
As a youngster,
I admired Sunil Gavaskar
and Dev Anand.
And I still do.
In college, Swami Vivekanand,
Jawaharlal Nehru, and Subhash Chandra Bose.
These three caused much churning within me.
Intellectual, emotional.
But their ideologies were absolutely different.
Certainly, but their motives were the same.
Nation-building, character-building.
I am sorry. I did some research on you.
-On the Internet? -Yes.
During your student days,
you were a member of an ultra-left party.
Progressive People's Party.
Well,
as students, we have all been rebellious.
There's fire, there's passion.
Yes, I was certainly a member of that party.
Progressive People's Party.
But, when I grew up, I joined the Nationalist Central Party.
So, are you still in touch with your friends from university days?
Absolutely! I have many university friends
that I'm still in touch with today.
Friends who now may be
members of other political parties.
Yes, almost all my friends
are members of different parties.
Everyone has their own ideologies.
But there's a personal bonding that will last forever.
And I strongly believe
all my friends feel the same way too.
I am sure.
-Hello, Mr. Pranjal Dass? -Speaking.
Hello, it's from the CM's office, sir.
-Hello? -Hello, sir!
Sir, your voice isn't reaching me clearly!
Sir, I have texted you a number, sir.
Please call on that number, sir. You'll get network.
Hello! Hello! Sir!
It's a little urgent, sir, urgent.
Hello!
We spoke two hours ago. Why haven't the bricks arrived yet?
Ma'am, it's on the way. It's coming.
Hello?
-Hello, who's speaking? -You tell me. You made the call.
I was asked to call on this number.
-Tell me your name. -Pranjal Dass.
Personal Secretary to the Chhattisgarh Chief Minister.
Oh, Greetings, sir!
Sir, it's like this,
we have filed several complaints.
We have written letters to the Chief Minister's relief fund.
They said four lanes will get latrines and--
-Who is this? -Champi, sir. Champi?
Bishnoi sir knows me. He...
In Mehrauli. Bhagat--
Hello?
Yes.
You probably received a call from Mr. Pranjal Dass.
Who's speaking?
I'm calling from the CM's office.
You received a call from Mr. Pranjal Dass, right?
Yes, I did.
But who are you?
-Hello? -Hello?
Hello?
Go ahead. I'll follow shortly.
Yes, Shiv, tell me. Is it done?
Yes, sir, we're fully prepared.
We are awaiting your order, sir.
All connections have been established, sir.
When do we finish the rest, sir?
Not yet. Do it when I tell you.
So, sir, shall I send you my bank details?
Hey, don't get arrogant.
I am setting you up for life.
Hang up now.
Sir, are you a doctor?
I am Mohandas.
If you need anything, call me.
There was a Mohandas Gandhi, too.
Of the days gone by.
Bapu.
He did a lot for us. Fought a lot for us.
-I'm still fighting. -Madam, that's the one.
This is all because of the earthquake.
He was screaming last night.
When the nurse came in, he was under the bed.
The next morning, he gathered everyone in the hospital
and got them to chant hymns.
And now he's asking for goat's milk.
If I don't feed him horse piss, my name's not Manjot Singh Sodhi.
-''I want goat's milk.'' -Hush! Shut up!
These medicines you are taking, they are poison.
Don't take these. Toss them away. I'll have to do something.
This is all rubbish.
Hello.
I am Sudha.
I am Mohandas.
How are you?
If scaling the high walls of progress
is accomplished by walking over the corpse of humanity,
what would you call it?
Is this development?
People are suffering.
Look at this man.
We wanted to speak to you.
I had asked for some goat's milk to drink.
What's the update on that?
One minute.
Please, if you can,
arrange a neurologist and then record his statement.
I can't bear him much longer. Okay?
Come, sir.
-Hmm? -Come.
Come with us.
-Come with you? -Yes.
Let's go.
Have you got the goat tied up outside?
Do you know Vicky Rai?
Vikram Rai.
Yes, I know him.
On the 23rd of November this year, you had attended his party?
Vikram Rai's party?
Yes, I did.
Do you recognise these two boys?
What are their names?
Munna and Eketi.
Munna and Eketi?
No, I've never met them.
We should arrest him.
Look, he is not mentally stable.
There shouldn't be any stress on the patient.
Please give your investigation a break.
His wife is such a pain.
Madam, this is a court order.
You cannot arrest Mohan Kumar.
He will stay here until he returns to normal.
They got Brijlal to lie under duress
that he was Mohan Kumar and not Gandhi ji that night.
The police will drive him totally insane!
Actually, let me tell you something.
You people are wasting your time with this guy.
He didn't get along with Vicky Rai; he may have fired a gun.
But from where he was standing...
Wait, I'll show you.
Come. You're Vicky Rai.
Come here.
Further behind, right here.
Mohan Kumar was standing here.
Even if he fired, there's no way it could have struck him.
Haven't you people watched the CCTV footage?
Even if he had, it would've hit the last table
-where the food was served. -Calm down.
And your Munna, he wasn't even present at the time.
He ran from the lawn towards the house.
Still, all three could be together in this.
We can't rule out that possibility.
That doesn't make sense.
Munna was at the wrong place at the wrong time
with a gun in his hand. That's it.
And this bloody Mohan Kumar
is the clown in this entire mess. Nothing more.
The biggest culprit is that tribal.
-Eketi. -Still, I mean we should--
I know he's not been spotted in any CCTV footage.
Before jumping to conclusions,
we should wait for the ballistics and forensics reports, I think.
I don't need any report.
I will prove it.
Do you have an agenda?
What?
Do you have an agenda?
For so many days, I've been noticing you twist this case
and take it in another direction.
You had this theory even before the investigation.
Right?
What's going on, Suraj?
Ms. Sudha,
because you're my senior, I respect you.
But don't forget this case belongs to the CBI.
You're only here to assist.
If I want,
I can have you removed from the case.
You carry on. I have to go somewhere.
You two follow in that car.
Shiv.
Finish the work and send your account details.
Yes, sir, sending right away.
And please do something about my promotion, sir.
I'm rotting in this wilderness.
Hello?
Thank you, sir.
Come on, go.
Go!
Go.
Move, move.
Go.
Take it there.
Come on, move.
Keep your guns there.
Oh, sir!
-Sir! -What's going on here?
How did the media get here before us?
Sir, you're concerned about the media.
We were attacked. Doesn't that bother you?
There were at least 20 people swooping on us at once!
We returned fire, and four of them were killed.
Now, how do we know how the media got here?
The walls are ridden with bullet holes!
Just look! Come, take a look.
Come, sir. Look, grenades.
Look at this.
Come, sir, take a picture. Such opportunities are rare.
Come, sir, please.
Please come.
Hey, take a picture with sir.
Yes.
[in Punjabi] When we were little, we used to listen to this music.
Yes, Jeevanram?
Madam, that Billu Biryani guy,
-the one caught in the Munna case? -Yes?
-Kidnapping and murder. -Yes, yes, I recall.
He's due in court tomorrow;
the evidence must be presented.
That's why I was checking this mobile.
Look at this.
Don't breathe a word about this to anyone. Send it to me quickly.
-Yes, madam. -Okay.
Hello, madam, how are you?
What's your relationship with Vicky Rai's sister, Ritu Rai?
Hmm?
This is you, isn't it?
There are two-three stories running parallelly in your life.
First, you sent us on a wild goose chase over the money.
And now this!
No...
please, I won't waste time on this.
Tell us the truth. Okay?
And we got this video from Billu Biryani's cell phone.
Tell us. What is your connection with her?
Don't waste my time.
How do you know her? Tell me.
Asshole.
Stand up!
Are you my brother-in-law...
that I should wait on you all the time?
One more lie and I'll kill you.
Let me speak, sir.
Fucker!
Ritu and I were in love with each other.
Bullshit!
What?
We loved each other.
You and Jagannath Rai's daughter.
Love?
Why? Can't it happen?
No.
It can never happen.
Pick up the chair.
Put it here.
Sit, sit.
And now, Munna, you will tell the truth.
Okay.
Ma'am, that night, I went to get Ritu out.
They locked her in the house.
With a gun?
The gun was for my protection. You--
How dare you raise your voice?
The night of the party, she had a flight to Dubai.
She was moving to London for good.
I had arranged for her tickets and everything.
You bought tickets?
My ear is ringing because you hit me there!
The ticket was for the night of the party?
Yes, obviously, Manjot.
How do you expect me to believe there's something
between a pickpocket and the daughter of Jagannath Rai?
How did you woo her?
Why?
Can't the poor have a heart?
No, of course they can,
but it would be difficult for her to see your heart, wouldn't it?
Okay, fine, she is your girlfriend. Tell me the rest.
What a sizzling item!
The latest piece, dude.
I really feel like taking it.
Don't you see that rhino? He has his eyes on her.
Selfie?
Dude, what are you doing?
Dude, what is this? Do I look like a thief to you?
-Yes. -Yes?
I have never stolen anything in my life!
I'll die of hunger, but...
Did you get anything? Did you?
Piece of shit.
Bro! It's awesome, right?
It's locked, asshole.
Let's get it unlocked.
-We'll get 30 grand. -30?
We'll get so much more for this!
We're going to party today!
How is it going?
All good. We need some dry cleaning.
This time the stuff is expensive.
Wait, I'm doing it.
There's eye retina scan, patterns and passwords on this.
Wait, I'm on it.
Look.
I've unlocked it. Okay?
But when you get home, change the ID.
Or you'll be in trouble, okay?
-This is some good stuff! -Looking to sell?
Yes, name your price.
-No, no, it's not for sale. -What?
What's up?
I'll give a good price.
-No, man, it's not for sale. -The price will be A-one.
-Listen up, bro. Stop. -I'll come tomorrow!
♪ Two fun-loving guys Are seeking fame and fortune ♪
♪ From beautiful And gorgeous women ♪
♪ They guard their hearts Even as they eye them ♪
♪ Even as they eye them ♪
Munna! ♪ Bom-bom ♪
It'll come.
Sir, when the call comes, please call me.
Ma'am, it's come, it's come!
Who is this?
Hi, I'm Ritu here. This is my phone. And you are?
Ma'am, I'm from Toxic.
I found your phone in the toilet.
I tried calling many times. The phone was switched off.
Ma'am, I just charged the phone and tried you and you called.
Great.
-Where are you now? -I'm at Ambience Mall.
Can I send someone to pick the phone up?
Ma'am, I'll send your phone there.
You're great!
-Thank you, sir. -Simran.
Thank you, sir.
I don't know. I can't spot her.
There, look! She's standing there.
There she is. Come, come, come!
-Hey! Where, where? -Phone, phone, your phone.
JD.
Thank you.
Give him 500 bucks.
-Rs. 500 is good? -No, no, there's no need for money.
-Okay. Thanks. -Welcome.
This one.
Thank you. JD.
Hello, yes... your phone. I had stolen it.
Sorry.
So, I wanted to meet you and say sorry.
Or it looks rude, no?
I thought I should look you in the eye and say sorry.
-It's okay. Don't call me again. -By the way...
I decoded your phone.
Decoding a phone is so easy.
Biometric is the best.
What?
Why are you yelling?
You steal my phone, and then you give me advice!
But I returned your phone, right?
Do you know who I am?
Do you have any idea?
Yes, I know. You are Ritu Rai. Daughter of Jagannath Rai.
I've seen your phone, your videos, your photos.
Bloody, bloody thief!
Disgusting human being!
Ms. Ritu, hello?
Yes, you can't speak to me like this.
I'm educated. I'm a graduate.
-So? -So...
So, the floor manager here
is a graduate too!
He roams with a tie, but he won't get anywhere in life.
I have no boss, do you understand? I run multiple businesses.
And as for your...
It's not from the fear of your dad that I returned your phone.
I was getting Rs. 30,000. I could've sold it, but I didn't.
Why? Because I have ethics.
Are you done?
Almost.
Now what?
You're still yelling.
It's okay. It's your life.
Your life your choice. I've saved my number under "Munna mobile."
Why?
Oh!
Why? Because you...
haven't properly thanked me yet.
I may be a thief...
but an ethical one.
Look, I won't force you.
Whenever you're in a good mood,
a thank-you is due.
My mood is always good.
If it's always good, then why were you crying in the pub yesterday?
I zoomed in on the CCTV footage and saw you.
Huh?
So, that's when love bloomed
and you hatched a plan
to help her escape on the night of the party,
but you couldn't.
You couldn't, and you got caught.
Isn't it, Munna?
I'm right, am I not?
I couldn't.
[singing in French] ♪ You are my love ♪
♪ You are my love, girl ♪
♪ Come on, do you want to come? ♪
♪ Yes? ♪
Sir.
♪ The sun is so clear ♪
♪ Your eyes ♪
Excuse me.
♪ You're so beautiful ♪
♪ You are my love, girl ♪
♪ You are my love... ♪
I can't see you.
Okay, okay. No problem.
-Wait here. Don't go that way. -Yes, yes, hurry up.
Which car?
-Fuck! -What?
My passport and ticket are inside.
-Hold this. -Wait! I'll get it. Where?
Go to the first floor. The first door on the right, the blue one.
There's a big table, the first drawer.
-Big table, first drawer. Big... -Munna!
-I'm getting the car there. -Get it!
That side of the main gate.
-The first drawer of the big... -Hush!
Vicky? I need help!
Vicky! Vicky! What happened? Vicky!
-Who are you? -Sir, I was sent to get a drink.
To whom were you serving the drink?
-Sir, he's got a gun! A gun! -Gun!
If you're lying,
I'll kill you myself in an encounter.
Think it over.
Madam.
There's a booking on an Air Urasia flight
for 24th November under Ritu Rai's name.
This story is difficult to swallow.
I think we'll have to speak to Ritu.
Ma'am.
Don't reveal these details to her family.
Don't tell them she was running away.
-But it's true, right? -But...
-don't tell them. -Is it true or not?
-Just don't tell. -Hey!
Will you decide what we should or shouldn't say?
Those people will kill me.
You're going to get killed anyway.
They'll kill Ritu too.