Sound of glass breaking?
Is a thief breaking in?
Ms. Tara?
Oh, my God!
Sir, was Ms. Tara killed, or was it an accident?
The investigation is ongoing, we'll let you know later.
- Please move aside. Just a minute. - Sir, sir, please.
- Please, please, move aside. - Please, sir, tell us.
Such a huge chandelier.
How could this even happen?
These huge chandeliers are secured with strong chains.
This…
Sir, Ms. Tara died as the chandelier fell on her.
Look at this.
The chandelier's rod
pierced her body.
The way the rod has pierced her stomach,
was Tara was lying down here,
on the table, before the chandelier fell on her?
If she was standing here,
the rod would've pierced her skull, not her stomach.
- Did you find any clues? - I was about to go and check, sir.
Sir.
Sir, this is Ghanshyam, the security guard here.
He saw the body first.
When was the last time you saw Ms Tara?
Last-- Last night, sir.
And then I went to the front door to stand guard there.
Did anyone visit her late in the night?
No, sir, no one did.
Ms. Tara hardly invited anyone, she liked her solitude.
Then, did the chandelier fall on its own?
No, sir, when someone's fate is cursed,
anything can happen to them.
And anyway, Ms. Tara was going through a bad time.
Look at this, sir, look.
She barely survived the accident.
But this time, her cursed fate caught up to her, sir.
CID will make the killer's fate
take a turn for the worse.
Sir, the chandelier seems to be very old.
Look at this, sir.
The nuts and bolts were rusted, and they snapped.
Sir, I think it was an accident.
What's wrong, Abhijeet?
Why do you seem lost?
It's nothing, I…
I was trying to recreate the crime scene in my mind.
Show yourself, or I'll shoot!
Hey, come out of there!
Hey! Who's there?
Hey! Hey!
- Hey! Hey! - Hey, stop!
- Hey! - Hey, hey!
Remove it.
Who are you?
My name is Praveen, sir.
- Why did you come here? - I didn't do anything, sir.
We'll be the judge of that,
you just answer our questions.
Who are you? Why are you here?
When I came here,
I saw that the guard sitting by the main door,
so I entered the house after breaking a window.
And when I came in, I saw that
Ms. Tara was crushed by the chandelier.
I couldn't figure out what to do.
I started running, and that alerted the guard,
so I hid in the storeroom upstairs out of fear.
I didn't get a chance to escape, sir.
Hey, don't you understand what sir is asking you?
Sir is asking why you're here.
It's obvious, he might've come here to kill Ms. Tara.
What honest man breaks into someone's house late at night?
No, sir, I've not killed anyone.
Sir, my days are numbered.
It was my final wish to see Ms. Tara before I died,
I'm a huge fan of hers.
I mean, back in the '90s, she was my first love.
- Do you have proof of your illness? - Yes.
This is my medical report.
In fact, I was in the hospital yesterday.
I ran away from the hospital early in the morning
as I wanted to see Ms. Tara.
Sir, let me cross-check these medical reports.
Ghanshyam.
Are there any CCTV cameras here?
Yes, sir, there are some outside, but not in here.
Show us the footage.
So Praveen wasn't lying.
He jumped over the compound at five in the morning.
- Show us the footage from before five am. - Sure, sir.
Wow!
You do your duty very well, don't you?
Sir, the years are catching up with me.
The medicines make me drowsy.
Sir, I've been working for Ms. Tara for 25 years.
I've been the guard here, with not a single bad remark to date.
- Show us. - Sure.
Just a minute, wait.
Who's this guard in uniform?
That's you.
You're entering through the back door right before Ms. Tara's death?
Hey, no, no, that's not me, he just looks like me.
I was sleeping in front of the bungalow.
You can check if you want.
- Wait, let me see. - Okay.
Sir, Ghanshyam is sleeping in front of the bungalow
and entering through the back door at the same time.
We must have the video checked
to see if it has been tampered with.
Sir, it seems like the footage has not been tampered with.
It seems to be the original video.
Sir, Praveen's alibi holds up.
He was in the hospital that night.
The hospital's CCTV footage
shows him running away at around 4:35.
And then he went to Tara's house.
Sir, I don't think he killed Tara.
All right.
Let him go for now, but keep an eye on him.
- Are Mr. Salunkhe's reports ready? - Let me check, sir.
Abhijeet.
This guard…
What's up with this guard?
How could he be in two places at the same time?
If he's telling us the truth,
then the one who entered the house through the back door
must have bought
a uniform, beard, and mustache to look like Ghanshyam.
He was dressed as Ghanshyam.
It could be a disguise.
And the footage isn't very clean, so we can't identify him.
Exactly.
He's seen entering,
but there's no footage of him leaving.
When we checked the house thoroughly
we just found Praveen, no one else.
- Sir. - Yes?
Look at this.
That's him.
Abhijeet, did you see his shirt?
He's hiding something in his shirt.
He entered empty-handed,
but it seems he stole something from Ms. Tara's house.
Sir, Mr. Salunkhe's reports.
And according to the report, Tara's coffee
was laced with a sedative.
That means the killer sedated Ms. Tara,
and then laid her under the chandelier,
to make it look like an accident.
Only Ghanshyam could've laced Tara's coffee with the sedative,
because he was the only other person there.
No, sir, he isn't the one who laced the coffee.
Why?
Because the same sedative that Tara's coffee was laced with
was also found in the laddus
that Ghanshyam had eaten.
That means Ghanshyam wasn't sleeping,
he was unconscious.
Who gave you the laddus?
A man was distributing these laddus outside the temple.
They were of a special kind,
so I couldn't resist, and I had a few.
He did indeed bless you with the offering.
Yes, sir, I think he cast a spell on the laddus.
As soon as I ate them, a man who looked like me
- sprang to life and killed Ms. Tara. - Hey!
Spells, black magic, all that is utter nonsense.
The one who killed Ms. Tara had a clear motive.
No, sir.
Don't say that.
Even Ms. Tara used to say the same thing.
She, too, didn't believe in evil powers.
Look at her condition now.
So tragic.
Sir, I think there are some things in this world
that are beyond our understanding.
We shouldn't belittle them, sir.
What if something were to happen to you…
Check every nook and cranny, and every item you see.
- Find out what's missing. Understand? - Yes, sir.
Let's check the entire house, boss.
Let's see if we can find something useful.
What's going on?
Why can't I focus?
Yes, Purvi?
What is it?
- Sir, see for yourself. - What is this?
A photo of me
and Tara?
It looks like it's from your college days.
"Abhijeet."
"I feel restless when you're not with me.
Your company is like
the warmth of winter's gentle sun.
Maybe someday, somewhere,
I'll be able to tell you what's in my heart.
No confusion, questions, or turmoil,
just you and me.
I wonder when that moment will come.
It would be a lot easier if you confess.
Yours, Tara."
Sir, I think
Abhijeet sir and Tara knew each other.
Why didn't sir recognize Tara
despite knowing her since his college days?
Avni, Abhijeet doesn't remember certain things from his past.
There was a time when he couldn't even recognize his mom.
Maybe Tara is a fragment of the same past.
Abhijeet?
What's wrong? Are you all right, huh?
Man…
Sir! Sir, I found it.
What happened? What did you find?
The thing that was stolen.
There was a golden sword here which is now missing.
- That sword in the photo? - Yes, that one.
Sir, I saw a photo of a sword on Tara's social media accounts.
Look at this, sir.
This means that Tara was murdered to steal this sword.
Maybe the theft of the sword was just a ruse.
The real motive behind killing Tara was something else.
We have to find out everything about this sword, boss.
Where did it come from? Where did it go, and what was its price?
Now, only this sword will take us to Tara's killer.
Sir, we should go to those dealers of antique items to find out.
All right.
- Is anyone here? - Hello?
Who is it?
Who are you guys?
Look, we are from CID.
We need to talk to you about Ms. Tara.
Yes, sir. I heard about Ms. Tara's death.
I was a huge fan of her.
Not just because of her work, but also because of her art collection.
Hmm. Look at this sword. Do you recognize it?
This sword is cursed, sir.
- You also believe this nonsense? - No, ma'am,
this isn't nonsense. This is reality.
Many years ago, this sword was stolen by some thieves
from an old temple
and along with this sword, they also stole a set of bows and arrows,
a necklace, and a crown of the Lord.
All these items were cursed and antiques.
Why do you think all of these were cursed?
Because those who have these items
start having bad luck.
You can check the records, sir. Whoever has received
these antiques are no longer alive.
Tara's death is not because of any curse,
but someone killed her because of this sword.
No, sir. You guys are from CID.
You won't understand this.
Anyway, how much does this sword cost, approximately?
Its price in the international market can be in lakhs.
Oh. This could be the reason for Tara's murder.
So, do you also buy and sell such illegal antiques?
No, ma'am.
I have a small shop, and I only buy and sell legal items.
- You can check my records. - Thank you.
Now, we'll get this sword at the place where Tara bought it.
What's wrong, Abhijeet? Where are you lost?
- Hmm? - Sir, I checked Tara's bank records.
Payments have been made from her account to an offshore account.
And, sir, I didn't find anything important
in her emails, except for locations and timings,
but there is one thing.
These payments were made a day or two after the email was sent.
Oh!
Okay.
Track these emails and find the locations
mentioned in them.
Could this building not have been built on normal ground?
Who can climb so many stairs?
Pankaj, didn't I tell you to join a gym?
It may happen that the ACP puts you on a desk job in the bureau.
That would be best. No danger. No exercise.
Yeah? Then who will run? Come on now!
That's it. Stop!
I will reward you both later.
Let's go.
Wait! Where are you going?
Do you even know who he is?
Sheikh Mohammad Hussain Bolt.
He came from afar to find something rare
that would touch his wife's heart.
When will you speak your dialogue?
Yes, right. If our king wishes, he can buy
the entire area, along with the things being sold in this auction.
And you're asking for an invitation?
- Get out of here! - Not over there.
- Over here. - Get out of here!
Sir. Sir!
- Please come, sir. - Please come.
Please come, sir.
All right! We have arrived at the place.
Participate in the auction.
- We are ready for the rates. - Oh, wow!
This is today's last auction of finds from Egypt's excavations.
And the auction of this pitcher
- starts at 25 lakh rupees. - Twenty-six lakhs!
Twenty-six lakhs!
Why does my phone keep ringing?
Go on, young lady.
Mr. Pankaj, the phone from which
the emails were sent has been tracked.
It's in the same area as you.
I'll come back and reward you too.
Twenty-six lakhs, once…
Thirty crores!
Lakhs! Thirty lakhs!
- Lakhs! - Thirty lakhs!
Thirty lakhs, once…
The last item is going on sale.
We have to do something
to give sir time to get here.
Thirty-five lakhs!
- Thirty-five lakhs, once… - Forty lakhs!
Enough now!
Pankaj, we're trying to call that number, but it's busy.
Just see who is there talking on the phone.
- Sir, there is no one like that here. - Huh?
Amazing! Forty lakhs, once…
Forty lakhs, twice…
Forty lakhs, sold!
Sir, come here quickly. I don't have that much money.
So, this pitcher now belongs to Sheikh Hussain Bolt.
Give him a round of applause.
Mister, do you have an EMI option?
- Hello? - Oh, so it's you.
Arrest them all!
- Stop this illegal business! - CID!
- Hey! - Hey!
Hey, stop!
Hey, you…
Hey, enough.
Come on, come here.
Come on!
Why did you kill Tara?
Sir, I may be involved in illegal business,
but I have not killed anyone.
I only sell antique items on the black market.
You tell me, sir,
why would I kill a customer?
Those are the people who give me business.
So you were the one who sold that sword to Ms. Tara?
Yes, I did.
I told Ms. Tara that the sword was cursed,
but she did not believe in such things.
Sir, I had to sell it to someone anyway.
Ms. Tara bought it.
Then what happened to Ms. Tara and that sword, I have no idea.
I don't know anything, sir.
Where were you the day Ms. Tara was murdered?
Sir, I've been in China for the last seven days.
Let me show you my tickets, sir.
Look at this, sir.
Look at this.
- We need to verify this. - Sir,
this sword is cursed. The curse is real.
Believe me, sir. I am ruined.
All my jewelry has been sold, sir.
- I was on the streets. - Sir,
I found two people on the internet who had died from the curse.
One happened in Kolkata and the other in London. Take a look.
A businessman who died in a car accident had the necklace.
The other one belonged to the royal family
and died due to electric shock.
He had the bow and arrows.
Sir, this curse and all, seems like a fabricated story to me.
There's only one way to find out.
Where's that crown?
I cannot leak my customer's information, sir.
Trust is the only way to run a business in the black market.
I will beat you up and make your face so black
that you won't be recognizable even on the black market.
Say it, or I'll give you one more!
I'll tell you, sir.
That interior designer, Vikas.
He bought the crown the same day Ms. Tara bought the sword.
Vikas!
Hey,
- come forward! - Who are you guys?
Come forward. We are from CID. Don't be scared.
We are here to talk about that crown.
Nothing has gone right since it came to me, sir.
I can't even get rid of it.
Ever since I brought that crown,
my bad luck have started.
I hit my head, I fell down the stairs,
and got an electric shock.
I even had a car accident.
And ever since I heard the news about Tara,
I, too, am waiting for my death.
Free me, sir. I don't want to die.
Free me from that crown. Please, sir!
If you were so scared, why didn't you throw it away?
Sir, even after throwing it away, it still belongs to the owner.
To get rid of that curse,
I'll have to hand over that crown to someone else.
All right. We are here to take that crown.
- Really? - Where is that crown?
Sir, I've kept it locked in the cupboard.
Sir! What are you doing, sir? The crown is cursed.
We, too, will be cursed.
Pankaj, there's no such thing as a curse.
- It's all superstition. - No, sir. He is right.
- Just give me the key. - Sir, key…
Here it is.
It is cursed, sir. It is cursed!
- Hey… - Hey, be careful!
- What's wrong? - Abhijeet, I think the brakes have failed.
- The brakes are not working. - Huh?
Hand brake!
- No, it's not working. - My God.
- Hey! - Watch out.
Sir, it's happening because of this crown.
- Sir, I will throw it out. - Hold on, Pankaj. Calm down.
Hey, Daya-- Careful. Watch out.
Sir, please be careful.
Aah!
Sir, could the story of the curse be true?
Fire?
Pankaj, quickly get the fire extinguisher.
Pankaj, hurry up.
Sir, I'm telling you, this crown is cursed.
I didn't want to accept it, but the way these incidents are happening
to us one after another, I believe something is wrong.
Something is very wrong with this crown, sir.
Okay, don't worry. I'll take this crown.
I'm not scared of curses, I'll take it.
Very good idea, sir.
Sir, actually, I would've taken it.
- I see. - But my fate
is already broken,
how much more can I break it?
So, it's better you take it.
You don't have to take it. I'll put it in my locker.
- Nothing will happen. - No, Purvi ma'am.
If it's your locker, then the risk will also be yours.
I'll take it and go.
- I'll be careful. - Hold on. Don't argue.
Let's draw chits. The person whose name comes up will take it.
Bring those chits.
- Okay. - Okay.
Everyone's name will be there. Why are you tense?
Here.
I will remove the chit with my name, sir.
If your name comes up, I will take the crown.
- Don't worry. - Okay, fine.
- Pankaj. - Sir.
Pick a chit.
- Me? - Yes, pick one.
Go on, pick one.
Hurry up.
Yes! Abhijeet sir.
- Did my name come up? - Yes.
I will take it and go.
Hey…
- Abhijeet. - What?
Abhijeet sir.
Abhijeet sir's name is on this one too.
Under the guise of playing this game
he made a fool of all of us.
Hey, stop the car.
Stop the car.
Stop! Stop.
Roll down the window.
- Where are you coming from? - My office.
You have to take an alcohol test.
Huh? Blow into this.
A little harder.
Okay. You can go.
Oh.
Are you still alive?
Huh?
Did you not die?
Hey! Leave me. Let me go.
Hey!
Wait. I'll show you.
Sir, are you okay?
- What happened, sir? - The crown…
- Water. - Sir.
Sir, he's gone.
- Sir. - Easy…
- He took the crown. - Please come, sir.
Here are your belongings.
Open the door.
Open it quickly.
There, it's done.
- Your job is done. - Your payment will reach you.
We'll party after that.
So, gentleman…
Won't you invite us to your party?
Hey!
Sir, isn't he the owner of the antique shop, Nishant?
Is it?
How did you all get here?
It's an old trick. Tracking device.
We put it on the crown.
We came here.
Move back, everyone. Or else I will kill him.
- Hey! - I'm not joking.
Move back, everyone. Or else, I will kill him.
- I will kill him. - Go ahead.
- I will kill him. - Sure, go ahead.
That will save us and the court some time.
Anyway, we have very little space in our jails.
But after killing him,
what will happen to you?
I will kill him. Everyone, step back.
Sir, I don't want to go to jail.
I won't go to jail. My family, my parents…
They will all hate me if they find out my real colors.
Did you not think about this before?
He's a very famous killer, sir.
He's got a PhD in disguising himself and murdering people.
No wonder he's on the "Top Five Most Wanted" list.
What proof do you have
that I have killed anyone?
We don't have proof.
We have a witness.
To reduce his punishment, Nishant told us everything about you.
If he can think about his advantage, you can also think about yourself.
Huh?
If you tell us the truth
your punishment may get lessened in court.
I'm a contract killer.
Nishant had hired me.
I killed all of them in such a way,
that it should look like an accident to anyone who sees it.
Accident.
And then a new story
will make rounds in the market.
That the antique items,
all of them,
are cursed.
So that no one
will ever raise questions
about the death of these people.
Not even once.
Huh?
But you made one mistake.
You played this game with CID too.
The brake failure of your car,
the fire in your office…
This was…
not my plan.
It was Nishant's plan.
I was only executing his plan.
So that even you people
would feel that the crown is cursed.
The contract killer spilled all your beans.
- It's better you accept your crime. - Look,
Tara, whom you killed,
was very close to me too.
- I wish I could kill him… - Sir, please.
Control your anger.
Even if he keeps his mouth shut, he's going to be hung.
Please don't waste government bullets.
As it is we are functioning on a low budget.
Look, you still have the time.
Confess your crimes. Or else…
Abhijeet sir is our boss
and we won't be able to hold him back for long.
- Speak. - I made a mistake, sir.
I made a very big mistake.
In the process of earning a quick buck,
I was overcome by greed.
I wanted to sell all those items on the international market.
I would've gotten a very good price for them.
Not just my family and I,
but seven future generations would have lived happily.
Your hunger for money
has destroyed even your present generation.
I made a mistake.
Where are the remaining items?
Remaining…
- Hey! Put it back. - Step back.
Get it.
There are only two swords.
These… These jewels?
These jewels and artefacts belong to the temple.
Let's arrange to have them sent back.
What is happening to me?
Why is my past coming back to haunt me?
Which dark part of my past is this,
that's pulling me into it?
Will I
ever be able to get out of it?
Will I ever know
who I am?