You think we are fucking fools?
Your phones have been accessed.
Who trained with the Hizbuddin for two weeks last year?
Via Facebook Live.
-Bhide, bring the hot water. -Yes?
Yes, sir.
Did you?
You think we're fools, to have picked you up?
Do you really need a reason to pick up a Muslim?
Find out who else is in the household.
Have we picked up anyone else?
Okay, sir.
We'll have to try another way.
Didn't sleep yet?
These are your father's belongings.
You were listening to Guruji's sermons yesterday?
PRABHJOT SINGH
Dad joined the Ashram? He never mentioned.
He never hid anything.
You were in Nanded at the time, on your first assignment.
"My dear Prabhjot."
I am doing well.
Today was the third day of the Nasik event.
In the sermon today, Guruji said something that shook me a little.
But Guruji's words carry multiple meanings.
I am going to sleep now.
I wonder why he called me his Ashwathama.
Hello?
Tell me something...
Does one give or receive gifts on Eid?
Gaitonde...
Turn on the TV. Watch, there's a surprise for you.
Hussein Rehmaani allegedly handled Suleiman Isa's black money
and funneled the money into the African drug trade.
If sources are to be believed,
Suleiman Isa is involved with the infamous Dubai cartel...
Eid gift for you in advance.
You've nothing to give or take.
You ran away from Bombay, only to become the government's dog.
Heard they put you on a leash and take you for walks...
And you serve them all the information that you have sniffed out.
I'll sniff my way to you.
Try pulling the leash.
See if your leash reaches here.
He spoke the truth, that's why it hurt, Sardarji.
To reach Isa, I first needed to reach his level.
Year 1995.
One Ganesh was in a stupor after all the milk he had,
but the other Ganesh was getting thirstier.
Fat ass, stop picking your nose.
Are you fucking weakling? Stop being so lazy.
Move it fast.
Hey, listen,
don't flash green lights from your ass or I'll drive my foot into it, understood?
Motherfucker.
To reach Isa's stature, I got my hands dirty with everything.
At times I bet on the white powder
and at times the black rhinos...
We'll give you 2000 dollars.
No, no, my friend. 2000 dollars? That's way too less.
This is rhino horn... The powder makes you a real man...strong.
Gives you the energy to... You know!
Look, there's huge demand of this in China.
And Kerala...
So, it's a deal?
But every fucking business was stuffed to the brim, with people worse than animals.
Hey, Harsha!
I want to stay with you.
Are you crazy?
I'm married.
Don't you love me?
You know all this excitement in the underwear, in the bed...
it's not called love.
You are scared of Purushottam?
He worships me.
That's the problem.
I'm a goddess... not a wife.
So, let's make our own little temple.
-What are you doing? -What am I doing?
Go now. Leave.
Push me.
Push.
WILSON'S
Take down the number.
+2542609393.
Wilson Kamau. He's a friend.
Call him if you run into a problem.
Wilson, Ganesh Gaitonde aka Vivian Shah.
-Jambo! -Jambo!
Two shipments have left for India.
Carrying Kenyan army guns.
Some general is messing about.
Yadav Ma'am's life was a mystery movie.
She had a young daughter at home in India,
Is your cough better, baby?
Yadav Ma'am mentioned
that Isa had a 50% stake in Kenya's top whiskey brand Gentleman.
I found my plan to bring Isa to Kenya.
Let's fuck Gentleman.
I stole Gentleman and called up Kanta.
She taught me how to make bootleg whiskey.
Mathu also became an expert in making hooch.
GENTLEMAN
It's very easy, boss.
Just toss in the coin and start betting.
Nobody has seen this there.
Bunty had a clever business idea. Took Bombay's games into Kenya...
lottery, gambling with cards and sports on a computer.
We opened a casino called 'Cuckoo' and began bootlegging whiskey through it.
That whiskey came with a guarantee,
it would kill two out of the ten people who drank it.
I started butt-fucking Isa. Twenty percent of the factory workers went on strike.
And instructed Bunty to fuck up Parulkar.
Action.
Bring the phone to my ear.
The smack wasn't loud enough.
-Stripped him? -No, boss.
Do some batting practice with his underwear off. And give him the phone.
Give him the phone.
Take off the asshole's underwear.
Parulkar sir,
even back then I told you not to spare my life.
Well, you've got a curve ball coming your way.
Speak.
Isa,
boss.
I want Gaitonde and his gang of goons dead.
I want to finish them.
You tell me, how can it be done?
My Gentleman plan hit the bull's eye.
Within a year, people got sent to hospitals drinking the bootleg liquor,
and the factory faced protests.
Now Isa would surely need to come to Kenya.
Everything was proper, but I couldn't get Bombay out of my head.
And whenever I missed Bombay, I would call two people...
First was Jojo...
Father, bless me for I have sinned.
It's been three days since my last confession.
Yes, Jojo. Go on.
Last night, I tried again, Father.
Why do you seek the end so hungrily, my child?
If I was seeking, I would have found it. But I haven't.
Death is a coward's way out.
Living through your guilt is true atonement.
And the second was Dilbagh Singh...
who would never pick up the calls.
-While crossing the street, two men... -Hey, Dilbagh.
You served so much water to Gaitonde, give some to the lady as well.
Parulkar got the promotion, and left him hanging.
250 grams of onions...
50 grams of ginger. How much?
It's alright, sir. Leave it. Don't need money from you.
You're Gaitonde's friend.
God talks to us in stories.
He puts the pieces of our stories together
and makes us part of one another's lives.
If he has hurt you,
it was only to save someone else, at that exact moment
in another part of the world.
It's an extended ring. It must be his. Don't pick up.
Sartaj!
I'll check.
How was that?
Why did you take the call?
Go have your meal.
Why do you keep bothering us all the time?
We don't want anything from you.
What is the problem with all you guys?
You saved my life, otherwise fucking Parulkar would have finished me.
I saved you, because I thought they would kill you.
I go to the Gurdwara every week,
and every week I faced you in the prison.
But I couldn't help but think, "Why am I serving a criminal instead of the Lord?"
You want an apology from me?
Do you believe in God?
What?
Do you believe in God?
Nope.
If God didn't exist, how would humans get the idea of an entity like God?
You're left with only one option,
surrendering your spirit to his holiness.
I told you I don't believe in God.
If not God, you must have belief in someone, right?
See if that someone can help you out.
Who?
Some saint... sage... guru.
Guru!
Yes, there are many.
There must be one right for you as well.
Look for him.
Anjali's diary, it was found at Trivedi's house.
Sir, we found these numbers in Anjali's diary.
Put these numbers on permanent trace.
Yes, sir.
MUMBAI ASHRAM
DAY 11
Aham Brahmasmi. Welcome.
Aham Brahmasmi.
Raise your hands please.
You can change your clothes here.
What is your line of work?
Business. Clothes.
What are your expectations?
I'm going through divorce.
Heard this place gives you peace of mind.
CROATIA SHIVAR, 2008
My name is Batya Abelman.
I oversee this Ashram.
Pushkar told me you've come here seeking peace.
Yes.
My father used to say that Guruji possessed a great deal of tranquility.
His voice... His words...
are still with us.
How long have you been associated with the Ashram?
It's been very long.
Now, it seems like it's been four or five lifetimes.
Then you must have been around 20 years ago,
when the Ashram was established in Croatia.
It was a great time.
My father used to say...
that famous leaders, businessmen would often visit Guruji.
Yes, he would treat everybody the same.
Famous gangsters would visit as well?
That's what I've heard.
Guruji never sent anyone back.
So, has there been a case of a mafia don reforming?
We don't reform people, Sartaj.
We just give them perspective.
I want to ask you...
what do we learn from Gilgamesh?
We learn
that the pursuit of power and control
is as futile as the pursuit for immortality.
We learn
to enjoy
the gift of life.
There is herbal tea placed next to you.
For this solitude exercise, drink the tea.
Close your eyes.
Let the energy seep in.
Lie back on your meditation mats.
Stretch your legs, feel comfortable,
and relax.
Aham
Brahmasmi.
You are under too much tension, sir.
Son...
Don't be ashamed.
You tried your best.
What is life
if not an exercise in replenishing losses?
Loss is the essence of living.
Loss is the essence of life, its richness.
When everything starts seeming meaningless,
then the desire to find new meaning--
There's this Guru.
I met him in jail, just like I met you.
Your Hindi is broken, and his is too complex.
I am learning Hindi.
What will you do in India?
Modeling.
With this mushroom nose?
The doctor will change it.
I can't go to India.
You'll become a model there and forget me.
Will you teach me how to kiss?
Boss.
Trivedi is here and Isa has come to Nairobi.
I'll learn it some other time.
What's up, Trivedi?
You get high on milk?
A lot more than this.
Guruji says no other drink gets you higher than milk!
Why does everything you say revolve around that fucking Guru?
Because Guru solves life.
Dilbagh Singh also told me to find a guru.
What will I get by finding a guru?
You'll get answers...
to every question.
How does he have all the answers?
He has spent years in devotion.
Pure mind. Concise thinking.
There's not an iota of darkness in him.
I suggest you have faith in Guruji as well.
Because in the future he is going to be our guiding light.
Should I have him speak to you?
Aham Brahmasmi.
Yes, you too.
How are you, Ganesh?
You said I will live and I am living.
Trivedi keeps updating me with your progress.
But there are many more tests to come.
Here's a test...
Trivedi says you have all the answers. So I called you.
So you're testing me?
Go ahead.
I've had a thorn stuck in my throat for years.
Tomorrow I'm going to get rid of it.
Tell me, will it happen?
It won't happen.
Why?
There is someone with you who doesn't want it to happen.
Who?
The one who is both your poison and elixir.
The one who's attracted yet worried by your energy.
What's the use of this trivia? Say the name and I'll finish him off.
Ganesh, there's a difference between telling the future and sensing the future.
I have no clue what he is saying, you try.
-Greetings, Guruji. -Yes, Trivedi.
He wanted to speak so I called...
Please permit to hang up.
GENTLEMAN DISTILLERY
Boss, there's another car...
coming to the airport.
Keep following them.
Get on the tarmac and give me a signal.
Hey, gag them quickly.
-Are you scared? -Yes.
-You remember everything? -Yes.
Don't worry.
Give the motherfucker a hot towel as soon as he enters the plane.
He'll put it on his face and become unconscious.
Hot towel, sir?
Listen, get out of here.
What did you get by screwing me over?
I won't stop until I bust open his skull.
Save him if you can.
Last month, there was an attack on the Indian Embassy in Tanzania.
The one responsible for it is even more dangerous than Isa.
He wants to wipe India off the world map!
Then let him!
I don't give two fucks about India.
I just want to cut open Isa.
Bombay will suffer along with India.
I'm sure you give two fucks about that?
The way to this man is through Isa.
This man is as important to me as Isa is for you.
Our Russian resources reported that
Pakistanis moved the stolen nuclear fuel from Ukraine that was at Malindi in Kenya.
Quantity?
Six hundred kilos.
We wait for 600 kilos to come in? No red flags, nothing?
Any word from Beagle?
We've put the collar on him, but he isn't barking yet.
-We can't wait any longer. -I agree.
PMO is also very concerned.
What about those Hizbuddin boys? Any word?
We're doing their background checks, sir. We'll let you know.
When?
We're trying an alternate way, sir. We will update you.
WILSON-KHARUAS - MANIAC - HZB
What now, Inspector?
Who's Wilson?
Ever heard of him?
He's that Hizbuddin guy's brother.
Name's Saad.
Hasn't been home for a week.
How old is he?
Twenty-one years.
The locals here are saying the cops must have picked him up.
Was he fucking around?
I asked the PI here. He said he didn't get any report.
I've still asked them to check.
I'll drive, sir.
Zoya, come here quickly.
...and their people are gunning down our soldiers every single day.
I want to know
and India wants to know
that why has a Pakistani woman been lying to us for 20 whole years?
Why did you leak it?
I told you I had nothing else to say.
Nothing?
Gaitonde's friends of that time? Enemies? Brothers? Nothing?
No.
Nothing?
And Wilson?
Who's he?
I'll tell you a solution to this problem when you remember something.
Look, Awaiz,
just tell us who you were printing all this for.
Just say it.
Say it.
Open your mouth.
Open. Open your mouth.
Open it. Open your mouth.
-Majid. Majid. -Open it!
-One second. -Enough. Enough.
Enough. Enough.
Come.
Drink it.
Your brother's missing.
His name's Saad, correct?
You people must have picked him up. He's just a kid.
He's never done anything wrong.
When was the last time you met him?
It's been ten days.
And you didn't file a report because if the police had come,
they would found this bullshit in your press.
We're looking for him everywhere.
We'll find out in four or five hours.
But before that...
Tell me, have you ever met him?
Don't be scared.
It's Shahid Khan.
Saw his face on Facebook.
He doesn't stay in India.
He truly believes that the time has come for Gazwa-e-Hind.
I don't know anything else.
I was given the job of sending all papers to
Ghazala Bibi's house in Kamathipura.
Ghazala Bibi?
Nasreen had come to me two years ago from Hyderabad.
She learnt the business quickly as well,
but fell into the trap of an asshole client.
Which client?
Don't know, sir. She would be gone for months with them.
She went this time as well.
Don't know what disease she picked up.
Where is Nasreen now?
At first it seemed like an STD,
but its growing so fast... We haven't received the medical reports yet,
I can't say for certain, but it could be nuclear radiation.
-Hello? -Jojo.
Why'd you call?
They screwed me over.
Who?
You have a messiah in your life and I do too,
and he is the one who screws us over and they get away, sister-fuckers.
He's lucky.
If I could get his horoscope, I'd know when to kill him.
Those with an early death are the lucky ones.
My life-line is like a highway, never ending.
You talk about death as if you have a doctorate in all this.
Have you ever faced death?
Not as much as you...
but whenever I have, I've always stood my ground.
Tried embracing it as well, but again luck wasn't on my side.
I wish had your courage, buddy,
I would trick death into taking me with it.
You won't die until we meet.
Swear to God, our meeting will be special.
There is no one else in the world I dial automatically.
Why didn't you meet me in Bombay?
Mumbai, not Bombay.
Hey, sister-fucker, doesn't matter if I call you Kukoo or Momo tomorrow,
you'll still be Jojo, right?
Don't call me sister-fucker!
This is the second time you called me this and it's your last time.
What problem do you have with this word?
I told you, faggot. You swear as much you want to swear,
but not this one, and not even with love.
Understand?
Talk now.
What will I say now? I forgot what I had to say.
Okay then. Bye.
Bye.
Tell me...
How did he find out
that Yadav Ma'am will betray me?
Did you say anything?
I told you.
He has all the answers.
How? Only he will be able to answer that.
Want to meet Guruji?
Want to meet?
CROATIA 1999
Time is radioactive.
It decays and it stays forever.
It is a circle.
And this circle of time is
divided into four eras. Four yugas.
Satya Yuga,
Treta,
Dwapara,
and Kali Yuga.
The first one is Satya Yuga.
The yuga of truth.
The yuga of purity.
And you know that purity is like cocaine,
like the best cocaine.
You know how Satya Yuga ended?
Sexual jealousy.
Your orgasm...
Your orgasm is the biggest force inside you.
If you control it,
you win.
There was something about that man...
He knew everything before and after his time.
And then the third one, Dwapara.
Power and narcissism
fucked each other
and gave birth
to the thing that we all love:
materialism.
He said man fucked himself up because of greed and lust
and entered Kali Yuga from Satya Yuga.
A time when war is business,
religion is business,
love is business,
music is business.
Now, there was only one way out of this Kali Yuga.
If you stop eating Vitamin C what will happen?
Scurvy.
Yes, scurvy, someone said.
And after that your oldest wounds, the wound of your childhood,
it will come back.
Because nothing goes away.
Our oldest memories,
our deepest joys,
everything is inside us.
We just have to control our diet.
Our spiritual, emotional diet.
And we will find Satyug again.
Together.
And that's how he became my third father.
He said that to keep our digestive system in order,
it is essential to keep track and know of all the poisons
we put in our stomach, soul, heart, and blood.
Otherwise we'll never know which poison might turn into cancer and fuck us up.
He said we all live with our own universe in our assholes. Because...
Aham
Brahmasmi.