All right, here's another one.
That was great!
Just hear this one out.
Raju once calls some of his buddies over for dinner.
While these guys were eating, Raju's sisters come in and say,
"What's wrong, boys? You haven't eaten a thing!"
So, the sisters put a chicken leg each on their plates.
Legs, is it?
The next day at school, Raju asks his buddies, how they liked the food.
The buddies reply...
Say it, bro!
The buddies reply...
Say it already!
Master ji!
What did the buddies say?
The ones who had gone for Raju's dinner...
What did they say?
The buddies said...
"The food was just about okay...
but to see your sisters lift those legs...
that was fun."
Hello, Aru?
-Sanjeev, is this your new number? -Yes.
Yeah, I think my previous one was being tapped.
-This country is going to the dogs. -Listen.
We're all disposable like Gauri Lankesh.
By the way, did you hear?
Kapoor is actively looking to invest in a media outlet.
Who?
Vikram Kapoor. Your defense scam guy!
-Can you even believe it? -Sorry?
-Hello, are you there? -Aru, just give me a second.
Dolly! Can we please do this later?
Sorry. Sorry. We're almost done.
We'll be safe now, Sanjeev.
-Hello? Yeah, Aru. -Yeah.
Aru, listen! I need some help.
Sure.
Do you know a good crime beat journalist around Chitrakoot?
Someone with his ear to the ground.
Yes, Tokas?
-Jai Hind, sir! -Jai Hind.
The river goddess answered our prayers.
A yellow phone has been recovered from the waters.
Is it the same phone? Tope Singh's?
Looks the same to me.
Have you sent it to the lab?
Yes, sir. Forensics say the data recovery will take a couple of days.
All right.
What the hell are you two up to?
Go over there.
Move along, guys!
You need to wrap up today.
I'm here to meet the Station Head.
State your purpose.
Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary from Delhi Police.
Sir!
The Station Head has gone to the MLA's house for some ceremony.
Which way is the washroom? Need to freshen up.
The one we've stinks real bad.
But there's GG Restaurant right across the street.
Show them your police ID and they'll throw in a free breakfast.
Sit down, please.
Excuse me!
Would you know the way to Mahipal Singh's house?
Mahipal Singh... Tope Singh's uncle?
Are you talking about the Manjaar?
He belongs to a lower caste but he slashed the upper caste boys.
Carved them open with his knife.
Up and down, left and right.
Motherfucker!
Are you sure you're talking about Tope Singh?
Blood flowed through the village.
Oh yeah, he fucked them hard.
Where can I find his uncle Mahipal Singh?
Hurry up, guys!
Stop looking for that queen.
They don't make their way to losers.
Motherfucker, how did you land yourself a wife then?
There you go!
Now say, who does the queen belong to?
She belongs to Mahipal.
Mahipal Singh?
Now who the fuck could that be?
He's doing really well. Works for a big firm in Delhi.
He has made us real proud in the community.
Well, that's what I'm here to find out.
Which is this firm that pays him to kill people?
What are you talking about, sir?
I think you're mistaken.
Oh, yeah? And how about the time he cut those three guys up in this village?
It must be these villagers... feeding you this bullshit.
My nephew is innocent.
Let's continue this chat at the police station.
Sir, you can do whatever you want to do with me.
Beat the hell out of me, sir.
But you got to listen to me.
It wasn't his fault.
I'm the loser here.
I failed him.
There's no respite for a Manjaar kid in these shitty villages.
At home, there's the wrath of a drunk father.
And outside, these upper-caste bullies are out to fuck you.
I'm sorry, buddy.
Next time we'll gang up and thrash your father with his own belt, all right?
Tope, are you listening to me?
They look like shit, they smell like shit...
Manjaar!
Throw a penny and they'll suck your dick...
That's a Manjaar!
Shame on you, kids! Get lost.
"Shame on you, kids!
Get lost!"
-Cocksucking Manjaars! -Let's go.
Tope Singh, what are you doing with your sissy uncle?
How about you show us your dick, Tope Singh?
Is it as big as a cannon or a bullet?
He ran away! Pussy!
Let's go!
-That motherfucker! -Catch him, boys!
You Manjaar kid! Motherfucker!
Check there!
To heck with you!
Motherfucker!
-The Manjaars of the world unite! -Say no to upper-caste oppression!
When a man has no way out, he bears it all in silence.
But you show him just a tiny bit of hope...
Hope... it's a bitch!
There's a rally passing through your village and you're sitting out?
Don't you feel any responsibility towards your community?
We've been oppressed for centuries. It's time to hit back.
What's up, kid? Remember me?
Sukkha?
Sukkha who?
Now they call me "Danger Manjaar".
And I'm going to fuck them hard.
-The Manjaars of the world unite! -Say no to upper-caste oppression!
My hands which were chained are free now
The hands which beat me I've broken now
Look who stands tall there at the corner
It's me, the boy you once traumatized
To hell with your caste system
I'm here to break the barriers And your bones
Run, run as fast as you can
For your daddy is coming for you, bitch
My time to run is gone, It's time to break your ass
Now it's your turn to run
My time to hide is gone, It's time to break your ass
Now it's your turn to get scared
My time to run is gone, It's time to break your ass
Now it's your turn to run
My time to hide is gone, It's time to break your ass
Now it's your turn to get scared
I was a lost little soul, A pigeon amongst you cats
But now I'm hard like a rock, And sharp like a knife's edge
Your name's now marked on a grave
Your death stands in front of you, And when the justice is served,
You'll feel every nail pierce your body
I'll hunt you in your dreams, And my knife will carve through your soul
It's you who's the lost puppy now
I'm the son of the streets, I feel no pain now
When your end comes, It won't be in a hurry
I'll take my sweet time, this I promise
Come out and face me, bitch
And wait for the storm to hit you
Quiet in deathly silence it will arrive
And then I'll leave behind this shit hole
I'll become a fucking fugitive
If that's what it'll take to kill you,
Oh yeah, I'll be happy to be a fugitive
It's not the man himself but arms that make him violent.
They make him feel invincible.
He starts to think that he can change the way things are
the way they've always been.
I heard that you are acting too pricey these days.
A cock-less tiger is more like it.
Who's willing to wager? I say this tiger has no cock.
I am on.
I say he has a cock all right.
But it's no bigger than my pinkie.
Alright, Manjaar. Out with it.
Come on, give us a show.
Oh, wow! He's going to show it.
Come on!
Throw a penny and they'll suck your dick...
Alright, you punk, now here's a Manjaar's stick.
You motherfucker!
My father, Balbir Singh will make your mother pay for this.
What have you done, you fool?
Do you know what shit you've gotten into?
Run. If they find you, they'll kill you. Run away.
And don't you ever come back.
That's the head of the man you thought would save you.
Please forgive him, sir. The kid made a mistake.
You fuckers!
Isn't it enough that we let you live in the village?
And now you expect us to forgive your mistakes as well?
Lady, my son made your son a promise.
That I will avenge him.
And it won't be just me, but my ten men as well.
We never saw Tope again.
But we got the news that he made it to his uncle in Delhi.
He took charge of Shauki's business.
Even his shady dealings.
The business flourished under him.
Shauki told us Tope conned him.
Women! And the thing they can make you do.
And poor Tope? He was hungry for love ever since he was born.
Who's this woman?
There was this girl.
It was all her plan.
And Tope got the blame for it.
This was six months back. Who has he been working with since?
I haven't got the faintest idea.
Anyone called "Master ji" that he mentioned?
He rarely called.
And when he did, all he'd talk about is that girl Chanda.
Where can I find her, this Chanda?
Shauki would know.
He would address her as his kid.
But she was his mistress.
The whole place has turned into a dumpyard because of the ongoing paint job.
What can you tell me about Vishal Tyagi?
They're all gangsters here. That's how it is over here.
Every motherfucker is a criminal. Hard to keep track, to be honest!
Lord Ram couldn't destroy them. What can I do then?
Was he running his own operation or was he working for someone?
What do criminals work for? Money, power. The usual.
Can I get a list of people he has been linked with in the past?
How come the good folks in Delhi
suddenly got interested in Tyagi?
Well, his name popped up in an old local case.
I see! An old local case...
Good to know.
They were on their way to Chitrakoot, but right then...
the incident happened near Chitrakoot on highway 76
right under the noses of the UP Police.
A shameful act of rape and violence in this holy land.
That's right. The land of the Gods where--
Motherfucker!
Hello?
The rape case this journalist of yours is talking about,
didn't it take place across the state border?
Then, why the fuck is the news on our local channel?
Tell him to report to me, right now!
Anything I can get on Tyagi's criminal record?
Shaligram!
Lord Ram from Ayodhya had once come to visit Chitrakoot.
Yes, sir!
And now our guest, Mr. Hathi Ram, has come all the way from Delhi.
I want you to give him all the assistance he needs regarding Tyagi.
He shouldn't get a chance to complain.
Here are the files of all the criminals.
Let me know if you need anything else, I'm just a shout away.
Motherfucker!
We keep getting visitors such as you from the police department.
How many times do I need to say,
we've got nothing to do with him anymore.
I can see his photo up there.
It's his mother! He was her only son, after all.
Who does he work for?
I'm just a lowly farmer.
Haven't got the faintest clue about these things.
May those motherfuckers rot in hell, the ones who took my son away.
Watch your mouth, woman!
Can't you see? The gentleman's here. Go inside.
Which motherfuckers are you talking about?
Why don't you tell him the full story?
Lying cunts.
As you can see, we've got visitors.
Please excuse us, sir.
Thank you for the help, Amitosh. I searched my news agencies,
but couldn't find anything.
No wonder. Your English agencies forget that there exists another India.
The one that doesn't speak English.
Well said, Amitosh!
You Hindi journalists have a finger on the real pulse of the nation.
Is there any way I can get hold of his photograph?
Now that's going to be difficult.
Please, Amitosh!
I've heard only good things about you.
They say no one knows Chitrakoot better than you.
I know it for a fact that only you can pull it off.
Now that you've put it like that...
Look, there's no recent photograph of his.
But there's an old one, from his school days.
I can try and source that for you.
Works for me. Can you please share it on Whatsapp?
In the past also, there have been instances of violence against journalists
because of their involvement in some shady business.
If that is not the case here, then where is Sanjeev Mehra? Why is he hiding?
-The man is going through a personal-- -Why is he hiding?
He is choosing to maintain a low profile that doesn't mean he has something...
Respect his privacy.
Don't you think if the man is clean,
it's his responsibility to come out in the open?
Sanjeev, we don't need these negative energies in the house right now.
Now, he is not ready to come out in the open.
Look, if you keep hiding like that, people will call you coward, won't they?
Let's go for a vacation.
-We badly need one. -Not now, Dolly!
Because that's exactly what they want me to do.
Not for Armchair nationalists.
What do you mean by Armchair nationalists?
I am a nationalist and I am proud of it.
You can talk to me.
I need to take this.
It's a work call.
Hello?
-Did you check my message? -Hold on.
-Is that-- -Vishal Tyagi.
Better known as Hathoda Tyagi.
Can we talk?
What do you want to know about him?
He's not human.
That motherfucker... he is a monster.
You want to know why he ran from home?
Smashed open the skulls of three kids with a hammer, that too in school.
Who does he work for now?
Don't want to get mixed up in this.
You could go to his school and check with Rajbir Gujjar.
He is the sports teacher there.
He was the one who helped him get away.
Let's go inside. He is my younger brother.
Go fuck yourself, you whore. You have made my life miserable!
Hey!
Not when a cop is around.
And, where were you when he left me a cripple?
I've come back home after a year.
I beg of you...
Please, leave.
-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits, -Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!
Long live Dalit unity!
How can I help you?
Never in my career have I seen a shot-put player like him.
Holds the district record till date.
Another year with me, and he would have made it to the national team.
You guys were close.
I'm sure he kept in touch.
Who remembers the poor old high school coach after getting out?
Do you remember any teacher of yours?
Who does he work for?
What's going on over there?
Stop monkeying around, guys.
Sir, whatever he was up to outside
this school ground, I'd have no idea.
He killed those three kids here in this playground.
Surely you know about that.
His three sisters had a "big job" done on them.
Big job?
That's the lingo that goes around here.
A "small job" means the girl got fingered.
Rape, now that's a "big job".
And a "full job" would mean murder.
What was the reason?
Cliched as hell. A land dispute.
Between Tyagi's father and his uncle.
I'm sorry but that's the going rate for a "big job."
Plus, there are three of them.
We'll need more men.
Help a brother out, Sispal.
I'm giving you three jobs, not one.
How about a bulk discount?
Why don't you just get a "small job" done?
Young girls get fingered around all the time here.
It won't get the message across.
We will do it ourselves, the three of us.
You don't need to give them any money.
Have some shame, asshole.
Those are your cousins we're talking about.
Move away!
Tyagi's uncle somehow managed to put together money for the job.
And the job got done and had the desired impact.
Tyagi's father let go of his claim on the land.
But nobody factored in Tyagi in this whole deal.
And Tyagi turned out to be the deal breaker.
Next day, in the school ground, he did a "full job"
on his uncle's sons to avenge his sisters.
And then he just vanished.
If you knew everything, why didn't you disclose it to the police?
There's not a single witness in this case.
It's a matter of justice, sir.
The rape of Tyagi's sisters never even made it to the police files.
To save his daughters from infamy,
Tyagi's father got them married the very next week.
But of course the word got around.
The in-laws didn't take kindly to it.
And then... shit followed.
They say the girls are used goods.
Tyagi loved dogs.
To cool down his hot head, he'd make them lick his pate clean.
Time for me to go, sir.
Goodbye.
-Hello, Master ji! -Bless you.
Press! Press! I'm a news reporter.
I was at the police station when I got to know that...
someone's here from Delhi, inquiring about Tyagi.
So, thought I'd...
What's with the sudden interest in Tyagi?
Just this morning, this lady called me up from Delhi.
Sounded like a Christian name...
-Some Sandra or something. -What was she asking?
Exactly what you're asking. Who's Tyagi?
Who does he work for?
His criminal record etc.
So, who does he work for?
Have you ever heard of Donullia?
Donullia Gujjar? That bandit?
Bandit for some, saint for others.
No one really knows for sure where he lives or how he looks.
Barring his four or five lieutenants,
no one has even seen him for years now.
And yet, he controls the entire region from his jungle hideouts.
How does he manage that?
His network of informers.
They keep him...
totally clued in.
And then there are his hit men.
That's where Tyagi comes in. His most special and trusted hit man.
And on top of this entire organization sits Donullia's brother.
What's his name?
I'm done here. Don't follow me.
But... who is Donullia's brother? Where can I find him?
Wherever I look, I see you, Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.
I'm a policeman! If anything happens to my bag, I'll break all your teeth.
To hell with you!
Where did the man go?
Take off your shoes first, come on!
"Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva. Gwala Gujjar."
Good evening, sir!
The schedule remains the same. In Sanjeev's absence,
Gayatri takes over 9 p.m. And Sreeni will--
Hey! I thought you are on leave.
Nine tonight. We're going out with this story.
The guy who tried to kill me.
But... let's discuss this.
Maybe Gayatri can find a way to squeeze it in--
It's my life, my story. And I'm doing it.
Okay. What do we know of him?
We know some of his major crimes and their timelines.
What about his affiliations? Any political links?
Not as yet. There wasn't enough time to--
Look, it's ten minutes to nine.
I don't know the story yet.
The videos are yet to come in.
How are we supposed to do this?
We don't have any visuals, except a photograph.
There are no templates ready, no run downs.
No line reporter. No panel.
I'm sorry, but this is prime time suicide.
Are you sure we are can do a story without the whole shebang?
Maybe we can do this tomorrow night?
What if the story leaks out by then?
We're lucky to have landed this anyway.
We do this, and we do this tonight.
One more thing. I don't want any ticker running.
No EPL live scores, no ads. Nothing.
Just put me one to one with my viewer.
Handle the PCR tonight.
Come on, everyone. You heard him.
Let's get cracking.
-Thank you! Do you know where Nikhil is? -There.
Nikhil! I need maps and animation of the Outer Yamuna bridge.
I need a minimum fifteen minutes. Keep it for the latter part of the show.
Make it as soon as possible.
Find a way to reach DCP Bhagat in Delhi Police Intelligence.
We've got DCP Bhagat's number.
Check with him if he is ready to come on record during the show.
Good to have you back, sir.
Indeed, it's good to be back, Zoey.
Guys, he is miked.
Going live in 30 seconds.
Please, clear the floor.
Going live in 15 seconds.
Thirteen, twelve...
Eleven... be ready.
Seven, six...
And here we go!
Three... two... one.
Hello and good evening!
Sir, here's your bill.
Does Gwala Gujjar come here often?
Sir, if he started going to every place he owns in this town...
That's true.
So, where's his office these days?
I wouldn't know about it.
That man over there, he was asking about the boss.
Jai Hind, sir!
How the hell did the media get a whiff of this?
Remote. Give me the damn TV remote!
There he is, Vishal Tyagi, also known as Hathoda Tyagi.
The dreaded, ruthless killer wanted in
forty five gruesome murders across several states.