(intriguing music)
Relax.
My name is Nandlal Sisodia.
Whatever protocols you've been using until now,
you will now adhere to just one protocol.
(Nandlal chuckles)
My protocol.
- Okay? - (tense music)
Avinash Mishra.
- Yes, sir. - Yes.
I've read your file.
(Nandlal tsks)
Reckless and irresponsible.
I guess you read the wrong file, sir.
(Nandlal scoffs)
I read the right one.
112 encounters, 11 transfers,
3 internal inquiries.
Huh?
- (Avinash clears throat) - (Nandlal chuckles)
But we'll have no more inquiries.
Because you won't move a muscle without my permission.
And I also want hourly updates.
It's time we bring some discipline here.
Huh?
Yes.
- Okay? - Yes, sir.
I hope I am getting through to you, Mr. Mishra.
(upbeat music)
Yes, sir.
Good.
The new SP is nothing more
than a postman for the entire department.
And you know about his ideal. He's like Narad Muni.
He goes snooping around the department
and passing information.
They may look like nobody, but they are clever.
So be careful of them, guys.
(Avinash chuckles)
Absolutely.
I keep telling you to write a novel on the UP Police.
Since the new boss has arrived,
we've got to do our research.
(title montage)
You guys have been following a different list so far.
You must know him, sir.
Issa, Javed's right hand.
But now you will follow only my list.
Musa, Issa's younger brother.
And lately, he's been helping his brother with the business.
And, you, tell Ahalawat to go after Sachin Pahadi.
Yes, sir.
And the rest of you will assist Ahalawat.
I want Sachin Pahadi behind bars at any cost.
- Yes, sir! - Okay, sir!
And, sir, he's the link between Nepal and India.
Who is he?
He's a newbie, sir. We're trying to get details on him.
What kind of mess did you stir up in Nepal?
We shut it down for your sake, sir.
Otherwise, you'd be answering to your bosses by now.
You must've called in the Nepalese forces
at the casino for my sake, didn't you?
No, sir. I did that for my own reasons.
(Nandlal laughs)
So... what next?
According to the information gathered
through our investigation so far,
the head of the biggest cartel on our side of the border...
is Devikant Trivedi.
But, isn't he...
We felt the same way, sir.
But his network spans to every district in UP.
Is it?
(tense music)
Bring him in.
(eerie music)
Sir...
Devikant, aka Devi,
is protected by a powerful personality.
Pashupathi.
Took us a while to find you.
No, Devi.
I've other plans for him.
Doctor.
(suspenseful music)
(Pashupathi) Mr. Sheikh, how have I harmed you?
Azim Ghulam Sheikh.
Does it ring a bell? Azim Ghulam Sheikh.
(crowd applauding)
(crowd) Victory for Mother India!
(Sheikh) It does. It does.
Let go of me!
(boy groans) Leave me.
Leave me. Leave me.
Help!
Leave me.
That boy has now become Sheikh.
Mr. Sheikh...
Devi, please. Talk to him. Devi!
What are you doing?
What are you doing, brother?
(eerie music)
Fucker!
Mr. Sheikh, please call him off. Forgive me, Mr. Sheikh.
Forgive me, Devi.
(suspenseful music)
What are you doing? Stop.
Are you out of your mind? Hey!
What have you done?
Shanti, set him free.
Leave.
Go on. Leave.
- Thank you, Mr. Sheikh. - Of course.
TRUTH CAN BE TOLD MANY WAYS YET EACH ONE WILL BE THE TRUTH.
(Pashupathi grunts)
(Pashupathi groans)
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Yes, Lala. - Greetings, Guruji.
(Lala) I've found a source to get to Sachin Pahadi.
You've brought a big fish this time.
Listen, Kamlesh.
Sir.
Yes, who?
Sir, Kamlesh Sharma.
From Avinash's team?
Yes, sir.
You wanted Pahadi, sir. I have some solid information.
(Nandlal laughs)
Solid information?
Great.
And...
Where did you get this solid information?
From a source.
- Source? - Yes, sir.
Of course.
All the top officers have been trying for so long
but came up with nothing.
But you found a source. It's great.
Why are you standing over there?
You should be sitting in my chair. Come, sit.
No, sir. It's a very trusted source.
But I...
I don't trust you one bit.
Now, get lost!
Asshole!
Coming to me with their so-called source. Leave!
Sir.
(phone rings)
Yes, Kamlesh.
Nandlal sir refused to take the information.
- He refused? - Yes.
- Why? - I don't know, sir.
And he also abused me.
Okay, okay, I get it.
Don't be disappointed.
We often come across such moron officers.
I know how to fix this Nandlal.
Okay, sir. Jai Hind, sir.
When it's time to take the credit, they're the first in line.
Avinash, do this, do that.
But tell them to do a job and they start throwing around fancy English.
I guess I'll have to pay Sachin Pahadi a visit.
(Avinash) Nandlal intended to take
the credit by eliminating Sachin Pahadi.
And I was ready to show him how I handle things.
(intense music)
Greetings.
I spoke to you about them.
Mr. Daulatram and Mr. Ramakant.
Sit.
Tell him.
Brother, help me get my land released.
Some people have grabbed it illegally.
The guys from Gosaiganj?
Yes.
Hey!
You come from a wealthy lineage.
35 in Gandhiganj.
36 in Itawa. 16 in Rai Bareilly.
It's the grace of God, brother.
Now, we need your blessings.
The land is worth ₹1 crore.
Give me half of it and I'll handle the rest.
But that's too much.
We're already struggling here.
I thought you'd be asking for a couple lakh rupees.
Are you out of your mind, asshole?
Who did you bring here?
- Get lost. Out! - Hey...
Why do you interfere? I am talking to him.
I am willing to give ₹25 lakh.
-₹35 lakh! - Where will we get the money...
Why do you keep interrupting? I am talking to him.
I will pay you ₹35 lakh. Let's seal the deal.
Have you brought the money?
Yes. We brought cash.
Uncle, get the cash from the jeep.
At least listen to me for once.
Sometimes, you cross your limits.
He's a bit of a miser.
(suspenseful music)
There are three men on the left and four on the right.
And two on the top.
(tense music)
(gunshot)
(tense music)
(knife swishes)
(bone cracks)
Here. Take it. Splurge it all!
You should try exercising instead.
(captivating music)
Here you go.
Oh, no...
Shetty, you motherfucker!
Have you actually lost your mind?
I called you Dilip Kumar and you started overacting.
You could have gotten me killed.
- Guruji... - Get lost.
I will give you ₹1 crore.
What were you saying?
- What happened? - The game is over.
- What? - It's over.
So? What were you saying?
- Nothing. - Uncle is an asshole?
- No, no. - He wasn't wrong.
He was absolutely wrong.
Let's make up a story first. Always so eager to shoot.
Hmm.
Let's make up a story.
Sir, we've already come up with a story and it's a good one.
- Do you want to hear it? - Tell me.
We got a tip of Pahadi's information.
We came here to arrest him, but he opened fire.
A bullet grazed Rathi's arm and he fired back in self-defence.
Why Rathi? Why not Ballu?
Why me? I just got back from the hospital.
It was Kabir who got shot.
What are you saying? I am very fragile.
Who hasn't received a medal yet?
Huh?
Go keep this bag over there.
Sir, what now?
- (gunshot) - (upbeat music)
(Kamlesh panting)
(Kamlesh coughs)
Sir, you shot without any warning.
You're wearing a bulletproof jacket. We are just checking the quality.
Oh, God.
Hey...
Whatever the quality of the jacket,
but the person's quality should always be the best.
(tense music)
(all laughing)
(gunshot)
Move out of the way.
Hey! What have you guys done? Why did you shoot him?
I told you to wait for me.
Mishra, I clearly told you that I was going to kill him.
Why did you shoot him?
Sir, we came here to arrest him, but he opened fire.
So, we had to kill him in self-defence.
You can also shoot him, sir.
- Huh? - Please, sir. Come.
Pahadi...
Sir, one minute.
I had some conditions.
Which ones? Repeat them.
My first condition is an English word which is dear to me.
"Sorry."
If you can say that to Kamlesh, then there will be no grudge left.
I recently joined this department, so...
We had a small misunderstanding between us.
Now, we're a team. Right, Kamlesh?
- Right? - Yes, sir.
(gunshot fires)
(tense music)
(Nandlal laughs)
Mishra... Now, tell me about your second condition.
I'll tell you when the time is right, sir.
Right now I have work to do. Life is pretty long.
Come on.
(upbeat music)
SACHIN PAHADI HAS BEEN KILLED
NANDLAL SISODIA MADE A MAJOR STATEMENT
Feast on these fritters and sweets. Ahalawat sir ordered these.
Great.
- Kabir. - Yes, sir.
Last night I dreamt about my wife.
- Is it, sir? - Yes.
She asked, "How long are you going to mourn my death?"
Uh-oh!
She said, "You should get married again."
- Are you serious, sir? - Yes.
- Get in. - Sir.
- I said get in. - Yes, sir.
Rani, the incident involving Babloo and Bhati has made it clear
that there's a traitor in our midst.
Someone betraying the department.
Amazing, sir. Even in heaven, she can't stop worrying about you.
Exactly.
I've been worried ever since. What should I do?
There is no doubt about it. Fulfil sister-in-law's wish.
Get married at the earliest.
How will he find a bride at this age?
And who will be willing to marry him?
Who wouldn't? And why not? Do I lack any qualities?
- You lack several qualities... - What...
I need the call records of all STF officers.
From the day of Bhati's death...
and also the day Babloo Pandey disappeared.
Minute to minute detail. Mine and also yours.
And don't let anyone find out.
Sir, are we going to spy on our own people?
Is this ethical?
Ms. Rani...
in the police force, the line between
ethical and unethical are blurred.
A police officer should be ready for any situation.
Even to investigate himself.
Keep Ms. Mamta with you.
I trust you two.
Thank you, sir.
You'll find one. You definitely will.
If this is what my sister-in-law wants,
then we'll find one.
But this time we'll find someone with a little affection.
(quirky music)
(all laughing)
(melancholy music)
Ballu.
Try smiling, son.
(Rathi) Stop whiling away your time. Get back to work.
(tense music)
Rittu.
Guddu.
Bhati.
Devi.
Zubair.
Mr. Sheikh.
Sir.
- Yeah. - Sir.
Call records. You asked for these.
- Of the team? - Yes.
Sir, everyone else looks clear.
But on the 28th September,
when our team set out to arrest Babloo Pandey...
Mr. Rathi, we're not going to kill him, only arrest him.
That's when Ahalawat made a call.
To whom?
STF has set out to arrest Babloo Pandey.
(man over phone) Babloo Pandey? How?
Sir, he called
the Special Cell Chief Debashish Dasgupta.
Unbelievable!
Sir... You need to come out quickly.
You must watch the news.
(news reporter) Some new sources
have come to light in the Nikhil Morya murder case.
The police currently suspect Nikhil's classmate Varun Mishra,
who is STF cop Avinash Mishra's son.
We must wait and watch whether a cop will arrest his own son.
Stay tuned to us to find out more.
Sir.
The news in the media was not circulated by us.
What's done is done.
It's nothing new for me. I will handle it.
Please continue your inquiry.
Sure, sir. Please come.
Please.
Sir.
Can you please wait outside?
I won't be able to ask Varun questions freely in your presence.
You carry on with your duty. I won't interfere at all.
But it's crucial for me to stay with Varun right now.
Please.
Varun. Weren't you with Nikhil in the washroom the other day?
Don't be scared, son. Tell her the truth.
He used to bully you. Tease you. That must make you angry?
Why didn't you tell your father, son?
Dad was hardly ever around.
I wanted to...
take Dad's gun...
and shoot him!
(tense music builds)
And you killed him in a fit of rage the other day, right?
What kind of question is this?
- Ma'am, please. - What please?
You are asking such absurd questions.
A fight between two kids doesn't justify something like this.
Why don't you say something?
Calm down.
I won't calm down.
And Varun won't stay here another minute.
Come, son.
Ma'am... Ma'am, please. Please cooperate.
You crossed the line.
(indistinct chatter)
Sir...
- Sir, sir... - Did he kill him?
- Sir. Sir. - (reporters clamouring)
Sir, the media wants to know.
Sir, sir.
Please, tell us, sir.
You are a police officer, sir.
You are a police officer.
(reporters clamouring)
What is your opinion about the case?
What happened that day?
What happened on that day?
Sir, sir.
Sir.
(sombre music)
Calm down.
Why are you venting your anger on the dishes?
What choice do I have? My son has been accused of murder.
They are showing his picture all over the city.
He's been termed as a murderer.
What good are you as a super cop?
Stop making a mountain out of a mole.
Ignore the media.
And if it hurts you too much, cut yourself off from the newspapers
and shut down the news channels.
What kind of a solution is this?
It feels like you don't care about Varun or me.
Father, why don't you say something?
He's taking all of us for granted.
You can't see beyond your police job.
So go ahead and do your job.
My son has become just another case.
If you have a problem with my job then why marry me? Huh?
You knew exactly who I was
and what kind of life I led from the very beginning.
You knew everything before marrying me.
And now you're nitpicking my job!
(melancholic music)
Why don't you also say something?
Make a make a special comment on me and my department.
I am tired of telling you.
No one will follow me.
Sister, what's inside the box that makes it so heavy?
Hold it tight. It's important.
Keep walking.
(suspenseful music builds)
(suspenseful music continues)
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)