Who the hell is it?
Kabir sir?
-Hello. -Vardhe.
What do you mean "Vardhe"?
Imperial Hotel. Come here with back-up. Hurry!
Mandar Vardhe? I am coming, sir. I'll be there in 20 minutes.
Please stay put, and don't go inside.
Hey, let her go!
Let the girl go.
-If you shoot, I shoot. -Please let me go.
-You, open the door! -Let her go.
-Stay back! -Let her go.
-Door's open. -Stay back.
-Stay back! -Let me go.
Look, Kabir. Don't incite me, or I will kill her.
-Let her go. -I will kill her!
-Vardhe, let her go! -Stay back.
Let me go.
Stay back. Stay back.
Vardhe, let her go.
I am putting my gun down.
Five minutes.
I am giving you a five-minute lead.
Let her go and get out.
Vardhe, try to understand.
Just stick to extortion.
Don't get the blood of this girl on your hands.
Now lower your gun.
Lower your gun.
You have five minutes.
Come on. Be smart.
You asshole!
Sir, this is Pritpal's latest post mortem report that you asked for.
And that...
The DNA report of Pritpal's pen will take two weeks is what they said.
-Get it done. -I'll try to get it done soon, sir.
Sir, I'll keep this here.
Sir, what are you looking for? Can I help...
I made a list of Pritpal's near and dear ones.
Sorry, I forgot to keep it in the file.
Fix a meeting with the channel that aired Pritpal Singh's murder.
I've already done that, sir. The meeting is at 2:30 pm.
And before that...
The meeting with Pritpal Singh's wife and son, right?
-It's scheduled for 12:00 pm. -Okay. Great.
Sir, whoever did this planned it very meticulously.
He was obsessed with maintaining cleanliness around him.
And someone tried to take advantage of it.
Dad told me later that he was a senior of mine from Bangalore.
Which obviously was a lie.
-Did anyone see him? -No. Mom had gone to the temple.
But when I was talking to Dad, he said that a policeman had come over.
For passport verification.
Maybe he would have seen the guy?
One day, there was a heap of garbage outside our house.
And the next day, there were lots of pigeons in our car.
It seemed like someone was intentionally making him angry.
Pritpal and I have been friends for the last 20 years.
Sir, we have never seen him get so angry.
This is all because of that person. Wonder what he wanted from him.
Take care of your mom.
-Prakash... -Sir, we have checked everything.
There are no CCTVs around here.
Sir, basically the mails and videos that we receive,
my job is to check whether they are newsworthy or not.
So, mostly, we get random videos.
Like a shopkeeper getting beaten up, a fly in a cola bottle. Shit like that.
But that video was so sensational that the management decided to air it.
There is some link.
Between him and these two, or between Pritpal and Natasha.
If not, why would he do all of this.
Abha, watch both those videos.
There is nothing in them. Not one clue.
He didn't contact us for nine months.
He emotionally shattered us.
Maybe that is his motive.
And do whatever he asks of you.
Any parent would be willing to do this for their child.
I mean... What about Gayatri? Why not her parents?
What did you say?
And who can play mind games better than a psychiatrist?
Avi...
he's one of your patients?
Maybe a criminal you sent to jail.
Life is that joke where the punchline comes unexpectedly.
And then, I got a call for the interview and I went to Mumbai.
And I thought finally things are going well,
but the accident put my plans in the backseat, and me too.
If this is what I was destined for in spite of staying clean for two years,
then what was the point of everything, right?
"Why die in instalments when you can finish it in one go."
But then, I had an epiphany
and I realized that pain is inevitable, but misery, it's optional.
Either I can mourn over my condition and become a victim my entire life,
or accept my condition, fight against all odds and be a survivor.
Inspector Kabir Sawant.
Before you ask...
I mean, I know you won't ask, so I'll just tell you
or you coming all the way here will be a waste of time.
Listen. Let people say whatever they want.
But I know.
If you hadn't done what you did that day, I wouldn't have survived.
Yeah, but...
-It wasn't your fault. -No, it was.
People take me more seriously now.
Otherwise, who would have listened to me babble for 20 minutes.
You know, if I have the number of a police officer on my speed dial,
imagine the number of people I can impress.
And maybe I might get a few things done through you.
-Thanks. -Ma'am, shall we leave?
Yeah. Come.
This is Pritpal Singh's call history.
All numbers seem fine except this one.
This was the last incoming call, one hour before he died.
Originated from Allahabad.
I've cross-checked the name and address. They are fake.
Sir.
Sir, give your mind some rest and work your stomach instead.
-What do you mean? -Let's have lunch.
It's 3:00 pm already.
-Do we get bhajia here? -Bhujia?
-Yes, bhajia. -What is that?
You don't know what bhajias are?
When potatoes and onions are dipped in the batter
and fried in hot oil.
-Fritters? -Yes.
-You got that right. -So, why don't you say that?
Bhujias are only sold in packets here.
Not bhujia. Bhujia...
The officer that went for the passport verification will be coming soon.
Avtar Singh, right? He's a close friend of mine.
We'll call him to the restaurant.
We can eat and work there.
-Two-in-one. Right? -Let's go.
-Come on. -Let's go.
VEERE'S RESTAURANT
-Please have some more. -Enough.
-Sir!
Sir, let's order another plate of lentils.
Believe me, you will love it.
Brother's Restaurant.
Mother's lentil soup.
Aunt's mutton curry.
Uncle's Aubergine.
Why do you involve the entire family in your meal?
This is Delhi, mister.
You never learn, JP.
You are in for some antacid and beating from your mom tonight.
Sir is here.
-Hail India, sir. -Hail India. Please sit.
Look here. This is Pritpal Singh Bharaj.
You went to his house for passport verification, didn't you?
Please check. 5th October.
5th October... Pritpal Singh. Found it.
And look, his signature is there, too.
There was another man present that day. Do you remember anything about him?
Sir, I go for several verifications every day.
After a point of time, everyone looks the same to me including my wife.
Stop worrying about my acidity
and start taking something for your memory.
Think harder.
Maybe you remember something important, something that you saw there?
-Now I remember! -What?
There was another man at his house...
They were saying something about his son being in Hyderabad.
-I spoke to him about my son, too. -Do you remember his face?
Anything?
To be honest,
my mind's completely blank right now.
Do you have any picture?
If we had a picture, we wouldln't call you. Do you think we're fools?
Leave.
-We'll talk later. Go on. -Okay, sir.
Thank you, sir.
-What kind of a man... -Shall I order some dessert, sir?
Sir.
-Sir, I'll pay the bill and come now. -You guys continue.
-I'll leave, too. -Sure, I'll follow.
-The bill. -I'll take care of it.
Okay.
Yes?
Two plates of cottage-cheese curry.
Two chickpea curries.
And eight pieces of bread.
640 rupees.
Hey, brother, can I get some bread here?
Chandan, please check what table number 8 wants.
-He's been calling for a long time. -Yes, ma'am. Checking.
In front of my eyes, close to my heart
Someone's always there
That's you
-What? -Aashiqui! Sahu Talkies.
Kolhapur.
1990, saffron scarf.
Prakash!
Didn't I tell you I'll grow a moustache?
Looks nice. Just like Nagarjuna.
Nagarjuna.
And didn't you join the Police Force?
Sub-Inspector, Crime Branch.
-Nice. -But what are you doing here?
I own the place.
-Yours? -Yes.
-You own this place? -Yes.
It's a long story.
How was the food?
-Fantastic. -Is it?
-Just like home. -Really?
You see the Crime Branch office, right opposite?
-Yes, that one... -Yes. That's where I work.
Okay.
-I'll see you later. -Sure.
-CU. -What?
See you later.
What are you waiting for? Let's go.
-Let's go. -What?
Nagarjuna...
Shit.
Go to sleep, my baby
Go to sleep
Go to sleep on the red bed
And we'll bring lots of red toys
CCTV... Show me the footage.
The parking lot, where my car is parked.
D-zone, lower level.
This is the one. Show me this from the beginning in reverse.
-What happened, ma'am? -Show it to me in reverse.
Show it to me. There is someone...
Where did he come from?
Show me the whole thing.
Is there any other angle where his face is visible?
These are the only two cameras in D-zone, ma'am.
Avi...
Avi, he was here. He was here.
-Where? -In the hotel's parking lot.
I saw him, Avi, on the CCTV.
He has my car keys, Avi.
You stay there. I am coming.
Avi, please come quickly. My car has a flat tire.
Go to sleep, my baby
Go to sleep...
Red...
What is the meaning of all this?
You think he...
He's trying to scare us and tell us that time is running out.
Forget lust.
Expecting any kind of attraction from a woman who...
Sir, after questioning Pritpal Singh's family and friends,
we have learnt two things.
One, he never lost his temper.
Two, he had germaphobia.
He was allergic to any kind of dirt.
Used this weakness to trigger this emotion.
But that's the strange part, Kabir.
If he wanted to kill him, there are many direct ways to do that.
-So, why harass him to this extent? -Exactly.
By harassing him, disturbing him, calling him.
These are Pritpal Singh's phone records.
There are some phone calls on Pritpal Singh's phone records
from an unknown number, which is being traced.
Not too far from the dumping ground.
The person can easily understand
that he would never go there even in his wildest dreams.
Someone was trying to instigate him for the past few days.
Harassing him.
But why to this extent?
Nothing.
Money, women or land, the three common motives of any murder.
None of these problems existed in Pritpal Singh's peaceful life.
Where he has to record the killing and show it on the national television.
What does the killer gain from it?
A message which he wants to deliver to the people at large.
What message he wants to deliver by airing this video.
But I can assure you that his days are numbered now.
He started this game, but we will end it.
And as for the media, I request everyone...
-I must admit, she speaks well. -...to please stand by us.
Try to understand our situation
-and the delicate nature of the case. -Zeba madam.
She shouldn't feel like it's staged when you meet her.
Mr. Rohira, I had told you I'll be done with my work by 10:00 pm.
Send the car.
Mr. Rohira, I had told you
I'll be done with my work by 10:00 pm. Send the car.
Where is he?
11:00 pm?
What will I do here for another hour?
If I wanted to take a cab, why would I opt for booking?
Natasha is a self-made strong woman.
This is not done, Mr. Rohira.
Where will I go at this hour?
You know what? You will not understand.
I will manage.
A friend of mine has had a bad experience in a local cab here.
When you get to hear such things about a beautiful city like this.
Trust me, Delhi and its people are not that bad.
There are some good, helpful people still around.
Obviously, I'm not talking about myself.
Let her control the conversation.
That way, she will never get suspicious.
Aarthi Rao.
From Bangalore.
I am a food blogger.
Actually, I am writing an article for a food magazine
on a food trail from east to north.
Natasha's girlfriend is a photographer who is travelling for a shoot.
And I figured from Natasha's profile that her hobby is also photography.
Pandara Road, I went there last night.
-Who's clicked them? -I did.
Actually, the photographer from the magazine had a family emergency.
I know, but when it's so difficult to get a back-up car here,
how will I find a back-up photographer?
Who took this?
This? I did.
Why don't you...
You have to start somewhere.
You know...
You never know what it holds for you next.
Okay, then.
So, find someone else for me, please?
It's just a two-day assignment. I need someone urgently.
Can we meet tomorrow?
I can show you my other set of photographs.
No matter how well the plan is going, just remember, never be overeager.
She should never feel that you have led her to this.
Tomorrow looks a bit tight.
I will easily get Aarthi Rao from Bangalore's number on the Internet, right?
I'll call you, then you can save mine.
Just like we planned...
-Siya, bring me my towel, please. -Okay, coming.
I've managed to break the wall, but going through it seems very difficult.
Abha.
There will be no one there now, I'll get to check my records properly.
Maybe we'll know if it's an ex-patient or a criminal.
In case you find anything...
Excuse me. Is Mr. Bindar around?
He is at the Ramlila Maidan.
We have another stall over there. You will find him there.
Are you afraid of living?
I will yank your tongue out.
I will kill you.
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come to the old studio and give Taneja Color Centre a try.
Tonight, we're going to enact the slaying of Ravan
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Taneja Color Centre, in the Nauchandi fair
and our city address is opposite RK College...
We welcome everyone to this play.
Ravan, the ten-headed demon.
The all-powerful!
Ravan, although he had all the positive traits,
he also had a vice.
And that was his pride, which became the reason for his downfall.
When Ravan's arrogance took an overwhelming form,
his 10 heads turned into his 10 vices.
Each head symbolizes a vice each.
Those who nurture the fire of anger within them,
end up destroyed by the same fire.
Those who nurture the fire of anger within them,
end up destroyed by the same fire.
An emotion that scars your soul... Lust.
Treachery and deceit.
The one who cheats others can never prosper.
He, who lives in fear,
will always have a weak heart.
Those who nurture the fire of anger within them,
end up destroyed by the same fire.
An emotion that scars your soul... Lust.
You must bring out this emotion in him
and then kill him.
His cruelty, his sense of revenge, his love for war and his ego
became the reasons for his downfall.
Let's watch how Ram slayed Ravan
and how good won over evil.
-Glory to... -Lord Ram.
Hail Lord Ram!
Pick up your bow and slay Ravan.
Hail Lord Ram!