You, come here.
There you go. Made with love, by Bada Davan.
Eat up, Sanda. Have some more.
Easy now. Want some more rice?
[Announcement in the distance]
Please wait.
[Announcement in the distance]
Why have you brought Bhagat?
[Announcement in the distance]
What is it now?
Hey! I never got any photos clicked behind bars.
Photoshop is the rage these days. Anything is possible.
Really? Is this published in all these newspapers?
I look so darn fat in this.
All thanks to him.
Bhagat, what had I ever done to you?
Bada, I'm just doing my job honestly.
That's all.
Well, that's fair.
Bada, our reputation is torn to shreds.
So what?
All publicity, good publicity.
But the high command refused to make you a candidate due to this.
Listen..
My brother got kidnapped.
We paid the Bamins 25 crores in full.
Do you think
that the useless party high command
can stop me from contesting the elections?
That's not how it works, Bada.
[Distant ambient nature sounds]
Lallan! Distribute this to everyone.
[Announcement in the distance]
But all this while I thought I'm the center of the universe.
Hmm.
Bhagat, make me understand.
Bada, this is what I admire about you.
You never get in the way of journalism.
[Dramatic music]
Thank you.
[Suspenseful music]
So be it.
If their party won't make me their election candidate
I'll contest from the ruling party.
Call up the home minister.
Dad, think about it.
Our public is illiterate.
They've been voting for 'soda bottle' symbol from 15 years.
What if changing the party symbol costs us votes?
[Suspenseful music]
You do have a point.
If you allow it, I can go and talk to them.
[Suspenseful music]
Minister..
Now this is what you call a worthy son.
Now he will go f**k up the high command
and get the election candidature for me.
Go ahead, my boy. Bless you.
Listen, when you go to Patna
do visit Angad Singh.
And convey my condolences.
Okay?
Are you serious, Dad?
He has lost his son.
You will never understand how it feels to lose a child.
So go there and convey my condolences to them.
[Sighs]
Hey! Listen up everyone.
My photo is published in the newspapers.
[Distant traffic sounds]
Why did you bring me here?
Why are we meeting the contractor directly?
I know that you want to do this with a western approach.
[Distant traffic sounds]
But this is Bindiya.
We only do what we know.
And more the people, smaller the shares.
[Distant traffic sounds]
Chances of leakage are higher. That is serious trouble.
So go with the familiar.
Where? - This way.
Ma'am, this is an exclusive piece.
[Bangles clinking]
Check out this color.
Uh..
Look at this Kashmir design.
Nope.
And this one..
We have it in yellow too. Here's the veil.
Look. - I like this one.
It weighs only 15 kilos.
[Fabric shuffling]
Let me give you a trial.
Then you'll get an idea.
You think it matches the Davan family's status?
Have you lost your mind?
[Suspenseful music]
Listen! Get the 30 kilo dress piece.
But I want this one.
Shh.
Check this out, ma'am.
You can't get a better piece in all of Bindiya.
[Suspenseful music]
The f**k, Ajji! That's horrible.
No bad words.
[Rap music]
The yellow one. - Sure, ma'am.
[Upbeat music]
Pack this.
Hey!
Brother..
He is single fire.
That's his name. Because fifteen murders..
All in single fire.
It's Kisna Bhaiyya. - I know.
The one from America.
Oh.
Murli Manjhi.
One crore.
He's just a DSP, not the chief minister.
There are shooters in Bindiya who will do it for five lakhs.
Maybe.
But if you hire amateurs
they will screw it up.
He's the talk of the town lately. He killed one of my shooters
and sent another to jail.
One crore with full advance.
Because after killing him I'll have to hide for 6 months.
I'll have no other income streams.
Is your expenditure for 6 months
one crore rupees?
[Crunching sounds]
I'm not some middle class shooter.
I take my family to a Europe Tour twice a year.
She won't even settle for America.
And you know how high the value of the pound is.
[Chuckles]
[Distant traffic sounds]
[Knocking on the door]
Myra!
[Bolt unlocks]
What's taking you so long?
[Door shuts]
You've got quite a figure.
No wonder my brother fell for you.
Look, this b***h is heavy. I hate it.
[Bolt clicks]
Listen..
Let me tell you the basic rule of survival
in the Davan family.
Listen to everyone.
Just nod along.
Later, just do as you please.
In short, say yes to everyone.
And still do whatever you like.
[Elastic straps snapping]
Mom, here's your new daughter in law.
Ready to Rock N Roll.
It's really good, Maa Ji.
[Distant sound of vehicle]
[Sounds of engine]
[Engine revving sounds]
[Brakes screeching]
[Distant train sounds]
[Thudding noises]
[Metal shutter rolling]
Hello, sir! - Welcome.
You've set up a whole shop in here.
[Collective laughter]
Tinku, how do you procure all this stuff?
Just awesome. Lovely Ji, please click a photo.
[Gun cocking]
Rambo rifle!
First tell me something.
How many men have we got? - 40 in total.
So less?
Is 40 'less' to you?
Do you plan to declare a war on China?
I will be the judge of that.
Tinku!
[Guns firing continuously]
It's all imported stuff, sir.
It's selling like hot cakes. 30 for a 100 pack. - Tinku..
We want 15 pieces and two crates of bullets for this.
Okay.
And 15 pieces of this one with six crates of bullets.
How much did Angad buy this year in Patna?
So much that I lost count of it.
And Tiwari from Lucknow? - He supplies stuff overseas.
Why would he need me?
20 pieces of this and 15 crates of bullets.
Okay. - Munna..
Start fresh recruitments.
[Shooting sounds nearby]
We need hundred men before the engagement.
Tinku, what's the cost of this? - 50,000 for this.
And this one for 25,000.
Why? Does the cheaper one not stop bullets?
[Laughter]
Give 30 pieces of the 50,000 one for 30,000 each.
Also..
12 dozens of hand grenades.
Okay, sir. - When will you deliver the stuff?
In around three weeks.
Can't you make it sooner? - I can try.
The total comes up to 2,70,00,000.
50 percent in advance. - Advance, my foot!
You're dared to ask us for an advance?
Uncle, listen..
Let's confirm with Chhote once.
She seemed quite confident
that there would be no war. This is really expensive.
The advance is not for me.
I need it to pay my suppliers.
I don't have so much of cash.
[Firing sounds]
Collect the cash from Chhote at home. - Yes.
It's his engagement. - I see.
We want the delivery in two weeks.
Add one piece of this too.
Sure, sir.
And add this to the bill too.
[Car honking]
[Brakes screeching]
Steve! Steve! - Yes, ma'am?
[Sound of footsteps]
Is anybody home? - Everyone left shopping with you.
And the kids? - They're on the terrace.
And the other helpers? - It's just me for now.
Do you need anything?
Well.. There's a bag at the clinic.
Go and collect it from Pappu Ram.
Sure. - Wait!
Let me wear my shoes.
Can't you ride your bike in flip flops?
[Suspenseful music]
[Suspenseful music continues]
[Soulful vocal music]
[Suspenseful music]
[Suspenseful music continues]
[Singing aloud]
Aunt!
Where are you taking it?
[Cows mooing distantly]
[Car engine revving]
[Construction site sounds]
[Car door slams shut]
I want to build a hospital like none other in the state.
Even people of Patna should come here to Bindiya for treatment.
Restaurant, coffee shop..
Bouquet store..
A children's playground..
Just like a shopping mall.
And a cinema hall too. - Cinema Hall in a hospital?
The hospital should be such that
people should never want to leave.
Even patients who are cured should want to stay longer.
This might get really expensive, ma'am.
I have 7 crores in my bag.
But this hospital needs at least 50 crores.
Then just reduce the size but keep the same style.
Only for the rich.
We don't want a huge crowd.
We've already given you the plot.
[Note stacks thumping]
Ma'am, it will still not be possible.
It's not like I'm fleeing the town.
Just keep working, and I'll keep sending money.
[Suspenseful music]
Do you even know who I am?
Of course I do. - Who?
Your Chhote Davan's younger sister who is a doctor.
I'm asking for my name
and not my brother's name. Who am I, a**hole?
Well..
You're Ajji Davan. - Yes.
And guess what, Contractor?
I love doing open heart surgeries.
Hence, I didn't take a receipt from you.
[Intense music]
Hey!
Why are you scared?
Just start the project.
[Sounds of an approaching car]
What's your message to the public?
Bhaiyya Ji! - Hello, Mr Tiwari.
Wow!
Can you get me a white cap like that one?
Come on, sir.
You should dress up in suits.
Hey! Get moving!
Go away! - Why you..
Sutta! Sutta! Calm down.
Jai Hind, sir!
Ministers have a whole different aura.
Let's go.
[Landline phone ringing]
How much longer? - About an hour.
The Minister is here.
Mister.. - Yes?
Can you get me a cap like this one?
[Buzzer buzzing]
Oh! Hold on.
Take this. Get me some tea too. - Sure.
[Landline ringing distantly]
[Suspenseful music]
[Suspenseful music continues]
Ma'am..
We sell sarees of every type.
Just tell us your requirement.
Now stop blabbering and show her some sarees.
[Saree shuffles]
What are you staring at?
Get a sample please.
What are you staring at?
Ma'am, red suits you really well.
Would you try the golden one?
Go ahead.
[Romantic instrumental music]
It's Kisna's engagement.
[Romantic instrumental music]
Dresses will be distributed
all over Bindiya.
[Romantic instrumental music]
So figure out the requirement and discount for the Davan family
and send it over.
[Romantic music continues]
Or I might have to take out my gun.
[Upbeat music]
Sir, he's Chhote Davan.
Bada Davan's eldest son.
[Landline rings distantly]
Bada Davan? - The one from Bindiya Bhamir matter.
[Landline rings distantly]
Oh, I see! But he looks like a politician.
I had heard otherwise.
I heard you were eager to meet me.
Yes, it's all because of my father.
Once he makes up his mind he wants things done fast.
Then why didn't he visit in person?
He's in jail right now.
Exactly.
Those who are in jail
should learn to be patient. Right?
[Distant sound of printer]
Mr Rai..
[Coughs]
He's here with a proposal.
Go ahead.
[Landline rings distantly]
Mr Tiwari told me that
you have problems with making Bada Davan your candidate.
So I thought of discussing with you in person.
Go ahead.
Please discuss.
There are 30 villages in Bindiya that haven't seen a polling booth in years.
[Distant police siren]
It's because they don't cast votes when we ask them not.
Here..
Signatures of the chieftains of all those villages.
Apart from this even the reserved categories
vote only for those that we asked them to.
And Muslims hadn't voted for you because they're enemy with Bhamirs.
If we get the candidature
even they will vote for you.
And the ground reality is the Bhamirs haven't done any work.
The people of Bindiya are tired.
And they admire you a lot?
Yes. - He's the one who handles all collections of Bindiya.
[Buzzer buzzing]
He has a huge liquor distribution network.
You must have heard about it. - What's your name again?
Chhote Davan.
I'm surprised that you haven't understood a simple fact.
Common folk like farmers and labourers
and small time businessmen
do most of the work.
Hoodlums and police are above them.
They help political leaders and richer businessmen.
To run the country.
To loot.
Its a ladder of life.
If the common folks take up violence
and hoodlums enter business and politics
the whole country will be on fire.
Hence, everyone should stay where they belong.
It's the best for everyone.
[Landline rings distantly]
[Suspenseful music]
[Thudding sound]
[Suspenseful music continues]
Mr Tiwari, what did you say his name was?
Vinod Rai. - And his?
Bhagwan Rai.
Listen, Mr Rai and Mr Rai.
If I start making a list
about which politicians were hoodlums before
there will be none left.
So shove this hypocrisy up your a**
And tell me the real reason for not giving candidature.
Has Angad given you a way better offer?
Or are you just casteists?
[Intense music]
Our party won't accept
a criminal as a candidate.
Mr Rai, We can never win the Bindiya constituency without them.
You aren't understanding my proposal.
[Intense music]
Four of Angad's MLAs contest elections with my funds.
And he's broke right now.
And I have truckloads of cash.
Then let alone Bindiya
I will defeat your party in four other constituencies too.
You don't know what I'm capable of.
If we get down to casteism
your plan to form state government through anti incumbency
will fall apart completely.
I can understand your concern.
It's fine if you cannot make Bada Davan your candidate.
But you certainly can make Chhote Davan.
15 crores.
[Upbeat music]
[Upbeat music intensifies]
You have made a big move.
You're already enemies with the Bhamirs.
Now you're enemies with your father too.
[Vehicle creaking to a halt]
He's my father
and not my enemy.
Just remain silent until I ask otherwise.
I will handle the rest.
[Vehicle departing]
[Phone ringing]
Stop the car.
[Suspenseful music]
Drive it inside. - What?
Do you know how to drive it inside?
[Suspenseful music]
[Car revving to a halt]
[Soft thud]
[Suspenseful music]
[Suspenseful vocal music]
[Mobile ringing distantly]
Why won't you answer your phone?
[Mobile ringing distantly]
What happened, ma'am?
I'm done.
Let's go home now.
I told you so many times not to sneak away my phone.
Move.
[Police sirens blaring]
What do you think?
Murali would kill some big shot
to frame Bada.
Right?
Well..
Why would he kill a commoner like Lala?
He certainly involved.
[Distant typewriter sounds]
It's all under his control.
[Distant typewriter sounds]
[Distant bell sounds]
[Police sirens blaring]
If you agree to keep it confidential
may I ask something honestly?
[Distant typewriter sounds]
Could Chacha have done it?
[Suspenseful music]
Come on.
[chuckles softly]
No matter what, Chacha would never do this to Bada.
[Suspenseful music]
And Chhote?
[Suspenseful music]
Kisna?
Are you feeling alright?
Don't be silly now.
The Bhamir's did it.
Murali put the body in the trunk.
Look here, I have the entire file.
Only one document is missing.
Don't worry. But I will be home after the first hearing.
[Distant typewriter sounds]
Have I ever disappointed you?
[Bell clinking]
[Distant typewriter sounds]
No.
Okay.
[Straining sounds]
[Police sirens blaring]
[City traffic sounds]
Has everyone understood their roles?
Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Don't make any moves unless I ask you to.
Okay, sir. - Okay, sir.
Understood? - Okay, sir.
Sir, you trapped this single fire very well.
Today, he will go to jail along with Davan.
[Intense music]
Please answer it, Babu!
Babu!
[Intense music]
[Champagne cork popping]
[Glass clinking]
[Intense music]
Please answer it, Babu!
Answer it, a**hole!
You look very prettier in person.
Thank you.
Babu! - Please don't refuse.
Listen..
You're a really nice guy. - Please don't refuse.
You are Chhote's brother.
I would never refuse you.
But you do not know my story.
[Sighs]
I know everything.
You came to Mumbai to be lead actress, but ended up as background dancer.
Your visa expired but you didn't lose hope.
You came to Bendia to dance and earn money at the wedding.
The police raided it and arrested you.
Then Chhote Davan rescued you from there.
And ever since then, you and your troupe
works for our Davan recreational club.
How do you know all this?
This is not all.
I know lots more.
You don't know the most important thing.
Your brother Chhote
gave me money
and a house to live in.
He got me to join acting classes.
He gave me freedom.
I became a star on Taka-Tak.
My hopes got high again.
You need not fear Chhote.
Just accept the ring.
I will handle him.
Please sit up there. - You say 'yes' first.
[Sighs]
I do not fear Chhote.
I love him.
[Melancholic instrumental music]
He will never make you his wife.
I will marry you, Sasha.
[Soft thud]
Do you realize what could happen if Chhote finds out about this?
Please.
Don't ever contact me again.
[Melancholic instrumental music]
[Phone ringing]
Don't look at me, look ahead.
It's 5 o'clock. - They will be here soon.
Hope you're not tricking us.
Why would I lie to you, sir?
Then call him up and get an update.
[Phone ringing]
Hello! - Sir!
Kisna hired Single Fire to kill Murali Manjhi.
Who is this? - It's me Deen Bihari.
How do you know? - The payment will happen at Ramadhir Chowk.
They'll get arrested by 5:00 PM.
Where is Babu? - I can't reach him on his phone.
Stop the car quick.
Are you outside, sir? - Deen Bihari?
Listen to me carefully.
If anything happens to Krishna, before I get there
you are dead meat. Understood?
[Suspenseful music]
Darn!
Hello, Tota!
Listen to me carefully.
Call up Kisna.
[Car honking]
Keep trying!
I can't reach him.
Sutta is calling repeatedly.
Do you think someone told Chhote?
Maybe he needs something.
Just answer it.
[Car honking] [Tires screeching]
He's not answering his phone.
[Intense music]
[Car honking]
[Instrumental music]