POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Tell me the serial numbers of all these revolvers.
Sure.
Revolver 17.
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Can you show me something cheaper? Something not so fancy.
Our range starts with this, ma'am.
Below this, you will only get a thread.
Hmm.
(Ahalawat) Only those which are of the same model.
200 grams.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Listen, everything is pretty expensive here.
Our condition is not hidden from you.
We cannot go over budget.
I was saying, why don't we buy imitation jewellery instead?
How does it matter?
One can't tell the difference.
Why don't you choose something, and let me handle it?
I will make some arrangements.
Okay?
All right.
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Let's go look someplace else.
Hmm.
Can I give you some advice?
Take a few grams of gold home.
No one will ever find out.
And mention 200 grams instead of 250 grams in the register.
Hmm?
Do you have a grudge against me, sir?
(Ahalawat chuckles) Not at all.
Then why are you giving me such advice, sir?
You know I've been suspended once.
I've never been dishonest in my life.
And I won't start now.
I will be retiring soon.
I understand, Mr. Laxmikant, but,
your daughter will get married only once.
You dedicated your entire life to the department.
It won't matter to anyone if you take a few grams.
In fact, it will fulfil your daughter's wishes.
Think about it.
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Sister.
Binnie?
- Binnie. - Sister.
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How are you, Binnie?
I am fine. How are you?
How are the wedding preparations coming along?
I don't want to get married.
How can I?
You are angry and staying with your parents.
Don't say that, Binnie. Try to understand.
You are staying with your parents because you are upset with Avinash.
I'm not at all okay with this.
I don't like it either.
(Binnie tsks)
Then listen to him.
Forsake this anger.
Poonam,
if you don't attend my wedding,
then I won't get married.
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I am leaving.
But, Binnie, I...
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(screams)
(glass shatters)
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(Avinash) There are two kinds of pain in this world.
One that inflicts suffering...
and the other transforms a person.
(Avinash laughs)
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Have you lost your mind?
Today, I walked away from the person I gave all this up for.
So...
(thunder rumbling)
Your pain is the one that transforms a person.
(Avinash laughing)
(both laughing)
Brother, can I give you some advice?
You should bring sister-in-law back before it's too late.
Or you'll be in the same situation as me.
Attending my own wife's wedding as a guest.
(both laughing)
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(Poonam) He had a small quarrel at school.
You will leave before we get up.
And return after everyone's slept.
(Avinash) What has he done?
(Poonam) Varun's behaviour has changed recently.
(Avinash) My son Varun's name
was making the headlines in the Nikhil murder case.
I was to be blamed for it.
I never gave Varun enough time.
Poonam kept warning me and I kept ignoring it.
I was absolutely certain that my son would never do something like this.
But it was important to prove it to the society.
I never get involved in other's cases,
but this was personal.
I think joining the police force was a big mistake.
But why? You were the best officer in your police academy.
But I am also a woman.
And this department is not for the ordinary.
All the evidence in Varun Mishra's case
points towards him.
And yet, the entire department is against me.
Is it just because he's Avinash Mishra's son?
See, I can understand.
Seniors often put pressure.
But it's not right to demotivate yourself like this.
You were the best and still are.
Can I give you a hand with this case?
I can study the case.
You can trust me.
And this will stay between us.
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I must admit. You are a fast learner.
All due to your blessings, sir.
As you said, calling her "The best officer" did the trick.
Did it?
(both laugh)
I only have a handful of female friends.
But they won't stay friends with me for long.
Forget it.
Are women important or promotion?
Promotion, sir.
Keep succeeding. God bless.
Thank you, sir.
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Nandini.
Nandini!
Where is my stuff?
Where is my fucking stuff?
Tell me.
Where is my fucking stuff?
Tell me!
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You fucking bitch!
- You fucking bitch! - (Nandini groans)
- Shashi! - Fucking bitch...
Shashi!
- What are you doing? - Leave me.
What are you doing?
The court ends for the day.
Come on, leave.
(Shashi panting)
You've been raising hell on the power we gave you.
Disrespect Nandini again and I'll take it away in an instant!
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Nandini... is my wife.
She is also the daughter-in-law of this family.
Fuck that.
Okay.
I am going to fucking kill you!
(dog barks)
You?
- Hello. - What are you doing here?
Was it not enough that your son took my son's life,
that you had to come here too?
Leave now. Leave.
Go inside. I will deal with him.
Go inside.
Pardon her.
But what do you want now?
I am not filing any case against Varun.
Look, I am here as a police officer and not a father.
I want to solve this case.
I don't want you to keep blaming Varun for the rest of your life.
And I'll get closure that justice was served.
Can I see Nikhil's room?
Yes.
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Do you remember anything?
Anything Nikhil mentioned
about a fight or some kind of problem.
That's what I regret, Mr. Mishra.
If I had given more time to my son instead of my office computer,
then maybe...
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(clears throat)
He always had 100% attendance.
Yes.
In the last couple of years,
he would always be present at school.
That's why he got these awards.
(children chattering)
Nikhil had submitted all the doctor's certificates.
And you filed this up and your job was done?
What?
I've a question.
A student whose been getting certificates from your institution
for 100% attendance,
suddenly goes absent for three months,
and you didn't think of checking in with his family?
Mr Mishra, there are so many kids.
We cannot call everyone's home.
If you had taken some action,
you could have averted such a serious incident in your school.
The child would have still been alive.
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This doctor looks over-educated to me.
What?
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A little child submits fake doctor's certificate in the school
outside the knowledge of his parents.
Where did he get it from?
Or did someone give it to him?
But who?
Fingerprints belonged to the child.
But I feel this was not the murder weapon.
It was a defence weapon.
Defence weapon?
Hit me.
Caught him like this.
This is definitely the job of an adult.
Kamlesh, I was checking the attendance registers.
On the days Nikhil remained absent,
a conductor named Joseph Mathews was also absent.
(Kamlesh) I'll get his address, sir. Let's check on him tomorrow morning.
I feel the same way.
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The wind is too strong. It knocked the candle down.
Uh...
Yes, sir.
Are you the bus driver for St. Simon School?
Yes, sir.
What locations does the bus travel to?
We pick up children in the morning and drop them back in the evening.
And then the bus stays parked in the school for the rest of the day.
I read your statement.
There was this student Nikhil...
You used to pick him up, didn't you?
Yes, sir. But what happened?
I swear I haven't done anything.
I am not blaming you for anything.
I've a question.
Where were you on the 12th of last month?
- On the 12th... - Also the 16th, 18th, 20th and 24th.
You didn't come on duty.
Sir...
What was the problem?
Yes, sir.
Actually, my old man, my dad is always ill.
So, he needs to be taken to the hospital often.
Sir...
What is your father suffering from?
- What, sir? - Leave it.
We found the answers we came looking for.
You know what, don't leave the city until the investigation is underway.
Okay?
Okay, sir.
Don't worry. Your father will recover soon.
Okay.
Thank you, sir.
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(phone rings)
I didn't expect this from you, Veer.
What happened, Brother? What have I done?
Turn on the TV and see for yourself.
The entire country is watching.
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(sobbing)
I am finished.
(Veer) Hello, Brother. You don't have to worry.
I won't let any harm come to you.
Sure you won't.
- Sir, sir... - (reporters clamouring)
- One question. - One question, sir.
(camera shutters)
(indistinct chatter)
This video is morphed.
It's a serious conspiracy to defame me and my party.
(Veer) It's a devious scheme.
Other politicians would have given such statements.
But I've always spoken the truth.
And the truth is, in this video which you all saw,
the person with Shivangi is me.
Yes.
I do have a question for everyone present here.
Is there anyone here who doesn't like Shivangi?
(reporters laughing)
And I am no saint.
I am a human being. And even lonely.
Yes, I am a politician.
But is there a law that says
politicians can't fall in love or like someone?
No.
Then what did I do wrong?
The person who tarnished the reputation
of a respected woman is in the wrong.
You are a woman, madam. Tell me.
If I make a video of your personal moments and make it viral,
would that be right?
And what for?
Just for a petty political move?
If my people or you think what I did is wrong,
then I'm willing to resign from my post as the Home Minister.
If you have a grudge against me, then I am right here.
Come face me.
But it's not right to malign a woman's reputation.
(crowd applauding)
Another thing.
Whoever made this video, I openly challenge him.
- (Veer) Sooner or later... - (Shashi screams)
- ...I will find him. - Fuck!
Jai Hind.
(phone rings)
I must admit.
Your brother turned out to be a real champion.
I liked how he turned this offence into a defence.
(laughs)
Mr. Sheikh, this is war.
It won't end in a day.
You will call me back again...
to congratulate me on my victory.
I promise you.
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Goodbye.
That was great.
Have a drink with your little brother.
Was it painful or amusing?
Your plan failed.
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It hurt.
You've turned me into a punching bag.
Blaming me for everything that happens.
This is wrong.
Listen, Shashi.
If you had any knowledge of politics,
then Dad wouldn't have called me here from London.
This is not a pep talk, it's a warning.
If you want to abdicate me from my throne,
then come up with a bigger plan.
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(woman) You're looking so chirpy today.
- What a beautiful design! - (folk music))
Even I want a design like this.
Go ahead.
♪ We will make Our daughter a bride ♪
On my hand.
♪ We will make Our daughter a bride ♪
(indistinct chatter)
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What are you looking at?
Father, can I say something?
Hmm.
You don't have to worry about my wedding.
I am even ready for a court marriage.
Marriage is a personal affair, not a social one.
I will even settle for a simple nuptial necklace.
Don't burden yourself.
You are my hero.
You raised and educated me well.
Just watch...
And you'll be proud of me someday.
Just like I am proud of you.
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I haven't done anything, sir.
I didn't do anything. Let me go, sir.
Sir...
I haven't done anything.
Sir...
Where the fuck were you running, asshole?
I haven't done anything. Forgive me, sir.
I wasn't running. I haven't done anything.
(sobbing) Forgive me, sir.
I haven't done anything.
He's the real culprit in Nikhil's case.
My son hasn't done anything.
Confession and evidence.
(Avinash) The compass used to murder Nikhil
had the child's fingerprint on it.
But my doubt was confirmed.
This Joseph is a monster disguised as a human being.
He'd been molesting poor Nikhil for the past three months.
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The other day in the washroom, when Nikhil tried to stop him...
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(shouts) Leave me.
There was a fierce scuffle between Nikhil and Joseph that day
and he stabbed Nikhil in the neck with his own compass.
Had this been my case, he wouldn't be alive.
But since it's yours, make the case
and go win a medal.
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I didn't tell you this, but as your senior, you deserve it.
You did a good job.
Well done.
Thank you, sir.
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(indistinct chatter)
Sister...
It's hot news on TV.
The Home Minister is making headlines all over the state, sir.
But still no reaction from you.
My support goes to him.
He is openly admitting his love.
He's young, dashing, educated and single.
Why can't he fall in love at 40?
But aren't you sixty?
(all laugh)
- No... - Ballu.
He was better when he was a teetotaler.
(all laughing)
Has the wedding procession left?
Yes, Uncle, it has.
And will the car arrive on time in the morning?
It will be here before the send-off.
- Bravo! - Listen.
- Yes. - You look worried.
You managed everything.
Mrs. Pushpa, how can a father not be worried at his daughter's wedding?
Look, you have exceeded my expectations.
You should rest easy now.
With the blessings of God,
everyone's demands have been fulfilled.
Everything went smoothly.
Except for one little regret, Mrs. Pushpa.
I couldn't buy the outfit my daughter wanted.
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I know. Everything will be alright.
(knocks)
Poonam!
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Thank you, Poonam.
A wedding is a one-time affair.
Every bride wants it to be perfect.
Now that you are here, everything feels complete.
My sweetheart!
Come, my bride. I bought a wedding outfit for you.
You are going to wear this.
Aww! You look beautiful.
- Dad. - Hey!
Hey!
Is your mom also here?
Yes.
(regional folk song)
I knew you'd come, but you actually showed up.
I didn't come here for you.
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RESERVE POLICE LINES DISTRICT LUCKNOW
Mr. Laxmikant.
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Yes, sir. That's me.
We are from the anti-corruption bureau.
We want to search your house.
Why, sir?
We have a search warrant. You stole while still on duty.
But, sir, I haven't done anything.
Avinash is here. He will handle it.
You know me, don't you?
There is a wedding underway.
You don't have to conduct a raid now.
He isn't going anywhere.
Look, Mr. Mishra, it's protocol. You know it.
We will have to search the place.
Let me see what the protocol is.
Is it?
- Are you guys waiting for the media? - No, sir.
Go and search the place.
And listen! Search every corner properly.
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Mr. Rathi.
Samar sir isn't picking up his phone.
What was that officer's name from ACB?
They are not going to find anything.
Let them do their job. What can they do?
Mr. Laxmikant.
What is this?
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What is this, Mr. Laxmikant?
Sir...
Sir I don't know how this got in my house.
Sir, believe me.
I don't know. Believe me, sir.
Arrest him.
Sir, I beg you.
It's my daughter's wedding.
Sir... Sir... I beg you.
My daughter is getting married.
Let the wedding get over.
After that, I'm willing to go wherever you want.
There is no hurry. Come on. Arrest him.
- Sir, sir... - Come.
Let the wedding get over. Sir...
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