[ominous music playing]
[owl hooting]
[narrator] It's coming…
Your bad time is coming.
Time never stops.
Calculate as much as you desire,
everything will come to an end.
[jewelry clinking]
[breathes heavily]
[narrator] And old enmities will come alive.
[breathes shakily]
[ominous music continues]
[clock ticking]
[narrator] You must remember this moment.
But you must also remember that this story began…
- with a nightmare. - Madan Singh!
- [thunder rumbling] - [rain pattering]
[Shukla] Madan Singh!
[ominous music concludes]
- [theme music playing] - [siren wailing]
[gunshot]
[theme music concludes]
[unnerving music playing]
- Go in. - You're not coming?
- And Bishnu? - He's inside.
Inside, huh.
Bishnu? Bishnu!
Listen, I've been called this early to meet him in the bathroom?
Something's going on in his head?
Okay.
Pranaam, Shukla-ji.
All well with you?
I had a very bad dream, Pandit-ji.
They say dreams you have in the morning come true.
It just took my sleep away.
Yeah, I can see the redness in your eyes.
[breathes deeply]
It's not redness, it's anger.
Anger?
Just when I'm about to do the most important thing in my life…
[tense music playing]
…my planets are not supporting me.
[narrator] Time goes by, but your destiny can't be changed.
Shukla-ji's birth chart had six such planets
that could change his fate.
These planets are the people who have been persecuted by Shukla-ji
who turned into his enemies.
And enemies seek revenge.
[Pandit] Mm-hmm.
The thing is you have made too many enemies, Shukla-ji.
And these five planets which are in alignment,
they are slightly against you. This is not good.
That's what you are here for, Pandit-ji?
[Pandit] Sure, the rest of it is fine, but the effect of Saturn
in such times can be devastating.
And nobody has ever triumphed over Saturn before.
Ravana used to keep Saturn under his feet when he used to address his court.
All nine planets were his slaves.
- I am sure you know about-- - Shukla-ji, his defeat must've been
during the effect of Saturn, I can bet my life on it.
When is Saturn arriving?
[Pandit] It will arrive at 2:00 a.m. today.
And yes, it's better that you think positive for the next three months.
- and do all the good deeds. - [scoffs]
Pandit-ji…
I'm a politician.
Yes, so who's telling you to stop anything?
Plan and plot all you want.
I'm toppling the government very soon, Pandit-ji.
[ominous music playing]
[Pandit] When?
- Uh, how? - I am planning to buy three MLAs.
Crores of rupees are going to change hands through me.
Builders are putting in the money.
But there's always a fear of robbery during this period.
Theft!
I can't really stop all this now, Pandit-ji.
And the CM, sahab?
The chief minister is on his way out.
The next CM is sitting in front of you.
Shift those planets, so that there is no hurdle.
Here's what we'll do. I'll give you two rings for you to wear…
Oh, but there's no space left on your fingers.
Where will you wear them?
I'll tie it in a black thread and you can wear it around your neck.
[cell phone ringing]
[narrator] Sometimes, when you talk shit about somebody,
you tend to get a call from them.
[ringing, buzzing]
[groans]
[ominous music playing]
I assure you, Shukla-ji, I don't mix my clients.
Yeah.
That's why I was wondering
why there seems to be no solution to his problems.
Are you... helping him with something?
I was to perform a small ritual for him before sunrise.
I will skip it, no problem.
I'll tell him that I couldn't wake up on time.
Actually, I don't want to do it.
Shukla-ji, you are the next chief minister.
I'm telling you, believe me.
Just follow my instructions.
See, now I am under the effect of Capricorn myself.
So now I've been feeding fish.
- So I-- - [Shukla] Madan Singh will drop you.
[tense music playing]
No, Shukla-ji, I'll go by myself.
Pandit-ji, Madan Singh will drop you.
- Why… why should we trouble him. I'll-- - Madan Singh!
Go drop Pandit-ji.
Sure. Come.
[tense music continues]
Pandit-ji, let's go.
[thunder rumbling]
What's wrong, Madan Singh? Why did you stop the car?
Have you forgotten the way to my house?
What's going on? Say something.
I have to pee.
You have to pee? I mean, you want to pee in this kind of rain?
- [thunder rumbling] - Huh?
But where is he going to pee over here?
[narrator] Not Madan Singh, but Pandit-ji was going to piss his pants.
[chants mantra]
Are you done? Let's go.
[Madan] Any last words, Pandit-ji?
Uh, why Madan Singh? Madan Singh, please don't do this.
I'll curse you, I'm telling you! I'm a high-caste pandit.
Madan Singh, I am very high-caste pandit-- [groans]
Oh… my… God… [groans]
[dramatic music playing]
[narrator] When Madan Singh is told to drop someone,
he sure does that.
Forgive me, Pandit-ji.
[thunder rumbling]
[unsettling music playing]
And he was talking about my bad planets aligning.
These troublesome planets, where do they align?
[both chuckle]
[narrator] Where did Ansari and contractor J.P. Yadav's planets align?
Where do such people meet?
[tense music playing]
Sir, this is the last order. The bar is going to shut.
[both] Shukla Motherfucker!
Which Shukla?
There's only one Motherfucker Shukla.
[narrator] Politics works according to the stars.
And because of these stars, Shukla was flying really high.
Whichever piece of land he sets his eyes on becomes his.
[intriguing music playing]
[helicopter whirring]
- [man] Swachh Samaj Party… - [crowd] Is our party!
- [man] Next CM… - [crowd] Avinash Shukla!
[narrator] His welcome party may seem small now,
but his stature is almost as big as the chief minister's.
He is the Urban Development Minister.
And his Swachh Samaj Party is increasing its presence everywhere.
[camera shutter clicking]
- Listen, hold this. - Move aside, move aside. Come on, move.
- You come here. Hold this. - [officer] Make way for sir!
[Shukla] We are not going to win the election
just by hoisting flags like this.
You are a disgrace to the Swachh Samaj Party.
What happened, sir?
I could see from the air what you have done to my constituency.
Dirt and filth all over the area.
Now I'll have to build a mall or a housing society here.
[tense music playing]
What are looking at? Let's go.
Let's go do some work for the constituency.
Come on!
[police sirens wailing]
PATHAANI TOLA
[narrator] Pathaani Tola.
In front of this thirty-year-old slum area,
fencing was built overnight.
And holdings for some Jupiter Mall came up.
People from here are just not able to understand,
what is the point of building a shopping mall in front of a slum?
[siren wailing]
- [chicken clucking] - [dog barking]
[indistinct chatter]
[tense music playing]
We have to remove these people from here, Asthana.
Sir.
I've given this land to Shenoy and he's building a mall here.
- What are you saying, sir? - Hmm.
The government won't approve this.
But aren't we going to topple the government, hmm?
And what about these people?
They'll make some noise and then they'll leave.
Rastogi will do the rest.
Yes, Sir! When we get the order, we'll start.
Sometimes, try and follow my orders as well, Rastogi.
Sir, let the order come whenever it does, but we won't stop doing the work.
[tense music continues]
I want this area cleared in the next six months. Do you get it?
Got it, sir.
[narrator] Now only the government could manage to forcefully evict
- such a densely populated area. - Namaste, namaste, namaste.
- So that's it. - Hello, Mishra-ji!
[narrator] Shukla-ji got busy getting the motion passed.
- [man 1] Of course. - [man 2] I get it.
- We are also with you. - Hey, you're also here?
Dubey-ji, I don't think you have a choice here.
You barely have two MLAs. Huh?
You guys better support me, huh? Hmm? See you.
[narrator] The ones who support him get to live.
Unlike the two MLAs who opposed him, died a premature death.
But Pathaani Tola's redevelopment proposal was passed.
and given to Shenoy Builders of the Shenoy Properties.
[Sushil] This is a land parcel in Pathaani Tola
where we are proposing to build a mega project.
Look, every builder is building housing societies,
but what we are proposing over here is a cluster of malls.
And when you come and inaugurate these malls,
you can't even imagine what impact this would have on your political career.
[clock ticking]
[narrator] While telling the story of Pathaani Tola,
- Ansari had a… - [groans]
[narrator] No, not a heart attack, just a lot of pain.
- [groans] - [JP] Your wounds seem fresh.
They are not fresh, they are very old wounds.
The real enmity started with my dear uncle.
[train horn blowing]
[narrator] Shukla was the one who got Faulad Singh killed.
Faulad Singh was nothing less than an uncle to Ansari.
He either directly started most fights in the area or sorted them out.
Shut up all of you! You keep showing up here every day!
Don't you have anything better to do than fight?
Come on, lift!
[tense music playing]
It's not that heavy, Mamu.
[narrator] Seven-and-a-half-foot Faulad Singh
made a bullet look like a moped.
Ansari was bought up by Faulad Singh.
The bullet still works.
Ansari Sheikh is becoming famous for all the wrong reasons.
[indistinct clamoring]
For the party, his boys beat up Bazaar Union President, Saifuddin,
very badly.
The party they work for is hardly a political party.
It's more like a mafia gang.
MAACHIS
[narrator] And maybe that's why the symbol is a burning matchstick.
- Mintu Bhaiya! - [all] Happy birthday!
[narrator] Their leader is a short gangster
who they lovingly call-- No, rather fearfully call, "Mintu Grenade."
Bhaiya, Arunoday has got a gun now. He keeps showing it off.
Aadaab! Hey, man, how's it going?
Hey! Bhaiya, give me my gun back!
[narrator] It's such a violent party…
Please, listen, it's mine. It's not yours.
[narrator] …that sometimes, its members
- fight amongst themselves. - Are you threatening me?
No, I'm just saying. Give me the gun back. It's not yours. It belongs to me, right?
And what the hell are you going to do with the gun?
I have to keep it.
I live in Gosainganj, you know. Every kid has a gun there.
If every kid there has a gun, then what's the point of having one?
Go get something bigger.
[tense music playing]
Yakub Ansari Sheikh!
Arunoday Pandey is my name, okay?
[menacing music playing]
The Maachis flag is on my bullet as well.
You better look for me and give my gun back.
[music fades]
- Did he just call me by my name? - [upbeat music playing]
[grunts] You bastard.
- [groans] - [grunts]
Take him to the stage.
- [man] Come here, you bastard! - [Arunoday] Leave me!
[man] Let's teach the fucker a lesson.
[grunts]
- [Arunoday] Fucking bastard! - [man] Motherfucker!
- [grunts] - [groans]
You can beat me up because you've got a chance.
You're a low-life nobody. You will disappear,
- and no one will even notice. - Really, huh?
[grunts]
[man] Bastard!
- [upbeat music concludes] - [breathes heavily]
Chief minister is what I'm going to be.
- Chief minister. - [Arunoday coughing]
Remember what I just said.
I'm letting you go now because when you come begging
for my forgiveness in the future…
I'll remind you about today.
Hmm?
Let's go, Dixit, come on.
[upbeat music playing]
[narrator] A nobody's autobiography…
- [slap] - [music fades]
[narrator] …is usually short.
You want to be the chief minister?
He wants to be the chief minister!
Goons like you never become chief ministers, understand?
You are just target practice for cops
and you would've been shot a long time ago,
but I have been protecting you.
And I gave him that gun. Where is it?
Where is it?
[tense music playing]
Now if you have the balls, take it from me.
Come on!
Here, take it.
Bhaiya, he also tore the party flag off my bike.
[Sameer] What?
You tore the party flag?
How dare you tear the party flag?
You bastard, now I am either going to fuck you up
or I'll stop calling myself Mintu Grenade.
But your name is not Mintu Grenade.
- [upbeat music playing] - [grunts]
[grunts]
Did he just call me by my name?
You did, right? You took my name! Bend down, bend down!
Mintu Bhai, use a ladder when you beat me up.
[narrator] Mintu's real name was Sameer Khushwaha.
But then, who would fear a Sameer Khushwaha?
This is Mintu Grenade. Is he the one who attacked you?
- [typewriter clacking] - [narrator] But, yeah.
Mintu Grenade was a very scary name.
[man] No, it wasn't him.
[narrator] And today, this grenade was exploding.
[grunts]
Listen carefully, no one is going to disrespect the party flag ever again!
Wherever you come across the Maachis flag,
you will treat it with respect.
Do you all understand?
MAACHIS
[narrator] This flag is very dear to him. And to others, it's a sign of danger.
Wherever you see this flag, bullets will fly.
Because Maachis supplies home-made pistols,
bombs, goons, the works.
It gets people to fight, and also to compromise.
Shake hands and make peace.
Come on!
[tense music playing]
[Sameer] See how loyal he is?
You should learn a thing or two from him.
He's not loyal.
He's just a pet.
I always take revenge. Don't forget that.
Who's going to put the cigarette out? There are bombs over here, fuckers.
And the money from the answer sheets,
- give it to Sageer, come on. - I don't have it.
Dixit has the money. Dixit.
Your highness, what are you waiting for?
[narrator] Maachis is actually a bullshit making factory.
- [narrator] It recruits new goons. - [Sameer] Come on, hurry up.
[narrator] Feeds them, raises them
and then sells them to national-level parties for a good price.
Now since Maachis trains them, in return, it makes them work for it.
Like making people stay through boring speeches…
[man 1] Are you sure all these questions will come in tomorrow's exam?
[man 2] I am very sure, bhaiya.
[narrator] …to selling question papers, to getting things settled illegally.
[Ansari] What are you thinking, Babu-ji?
- Just sign it, please. - [Babu] I am not going to sign.
[narrator] After joining Maachis, Ansari had become a big-time fixer.
Look, Babu-ji, If you don't sign, I'll sign your kidneys away.
[narrator] But now, he wanted to be his own boss.
And he was trying to find a way to leave Maachis.
DOWN WITH SHENOY BUILDERS DAMN THE MALL
- [Shabbir] If you build a mall here… - [crowd] You will go to hell for sure!
- [Shabbir] Down with… - [crowd] Shenoy Builders!
- [Shabbir] Avinash Shukla! - [crowd] Go to hell!
- [Shabbir] If you build a mall here… - [crowd] You will go to hell for sure!
- [Shabbir] Down with… - [crowd] Shenoy Builders!
- [Shabbir] Avinash Shukla! - [crowd] Go to hell!
- [Shabbir] If you build a mall here… - So who's their leader?
- Shabbir. - [crowd] You will go to hell for sure!
I think we should meet him.
- [Shabbir] Avinash Shukla! - [crowd] Go to hell!
Did I make you an inspector general for this?
[Rastogi] Women are protesting.
That's why we don't have enough force today.
If you don't have the force, take Viagra, Rastogi.
[crowd chanting]
Sir, half of the force is busy running the city so…
Don't make excuses. End this agitation. Now ask me how.
How, sir?
Offer apartments to their leaders. Beat up 100, 200 people.
Then shoot at least eight, ten of them.
I don't think you'll ever be able to hit the target, but shoot.
The crowd will disappear.
- [Shabbir] Avinash Shukla! - [crowd] Go to hell!
- Okay I get it, sir. - Come on. Let's go.
[narrator] Shukla-ji had already seen what he came to see here.
That this matter is not Rastogi's cup of tea
and that the leader here is Shabbir.
Avinash Shukla!
[Ansari] You sure your vote bank is strong?
- Yes. - All your votes should come to me.
We'll cast our votes for whoever you want.
You have my word.
But this is not about Shenoy Builders.
- Then what's it about? - Shukla.
[tense music playing]
Shukla is also involved in this project.
[narrator] But entering politics would mean
locking horns with Shukla.
See, that's it.
Everyone shuts up when they hear Shukla's name.
No, we are not going to shut up.
As I said before, this country is not anyone's personal property.
You just keep your end of the deal.
I need all your votes.
I can also arrange for some money.
I can transfer the money to your party right away if you want.
Shabbir Bhai, I am not doing this job through Maachis.
Ansari Bhai is going to do this for you.
What do you mean by "Ansari Bhai"? You?
No, you.
Without any support?
Will you manage?
[narrator] The peanuts and beer in Ansari's belly
- were giving birth to… - Yes.
[narrator] …a one-and-a-half-feet shorter Faulad Singh.
[Ansari] This is Ansari's justice…
We will not forgive anyone!
We are not going to forgive anyone.
[Ansari] Ansari's first political battle
will be fought as the representative of the people
for the rights of the people.
[Sushmita over PA] Stay in line. Do not push each other.
If you leave the line, you may have to go home.
And who knows, you might also need to go to the hospital.
Shukla-ji will meet you, be patient.
And make sure to keep all your papers ready with you.
Thank you very much.
[upbeat music playing]
Uh, is Shukla-ji in?
[music fades]
Yes. Who are you people?
We're Shukla-ji's fans.
- How did you all get in here? - We jumped the wall.
Have you seen Shukla-ji's bodyguard, Madan Singh?
These three jokers that you have brought along with you,
if you stick them all together with glue stick,
that's when you will be as big as him.
He's like Khali.
So I think it would be better for you to jump over the same wall you came from.
- Come on, leave. - What else would we do?
The line is so long, 'till the end of the lane.
It goes further 'till the next locality too.
Tuesdays are for Shukla-ji's durbar, and Shukla-ji is in a great mood.
So it's better you go back and stand in line, maybe he will hear you out.
We know very well that everyone is corrupt in this office.
Please get us in for a meeting. I know you can.
Listen, you are absolutely right, but you know, the thing is
we are so corrupt that nothing you offer will be enough.
Bhaiya, tell Madan Singh that there are some boys here
who have jumped the wall and come in.
I don't know what's the point of hiring security.
We're going, ma'am. We're leaving.
We…we just wanted to inform Shukla-ji that the mall that's supposed
to come up in Pathaani Tola can't be built.
And we just wanted to find a solution.
Oh, is it? So you are saying you have a solution for that?
It's such a big project. He won't just let it go like that, right?
Shukla-ji won't let it go. You don't worry about it.
Where the hell is that Madan Singh? Bloody jokers!
[tense music playing]
Tell Shukla-ji that a man from Shabbir Anwar Ali's group
will raise slogans against him and Shenoy Builders
in Shukla-ji's next Tuesday durbar, and then he will immolate himself, get it?
Meaning burn himself alive.
[dramatic music playing]
- [music concludes] - [tense music playing]
Which party do you work for?
Sir, Maachis.
[Sushmita over phone] Yes, sir?
Did you just send someone in, Sushmita?
[Sushmita] Sir, they were talking about self-immolation and--
I am going to move to a bigger party from Maachis very soon.
- And then? - I am up for sale.
I've got the minority vote with me.
Seven lakh votes from Pathaani Tola.
Out of four and a half lakh people,
you have three and a half lakh votes of Pathaani Tola.
I have support from other areas as well.
Your opposition party is very interested in me.
They will pay me and give me an election ticket
and buy me at a high price from Maachis.
[both chuckle]
Yeah.
What do you want from me?
Buy me from Maachis, Shukla-ji.
I won't even take money from you.
And when I work for your political party,
I'll tell Shabbir to vacate a piece of land for you
where you can build the mall.
But not where Pathaani Tola is.
Then get me an election ticket,
so I can win you a seat from Pathaani Tola as well.
[tense music playing]
You really wanna do so much for me?
[Ansari] Of course, Shukla-ji.
But I was thinking that…
the mall will be built as planned.
Shukla-ji, if you keep insisting,
an innocent person will lose his life, but that's okay.
But if an old widow burns herself to death,
your problems may just become bigger.
I am leaving, sir.
By the way, I got this garland for you.
[narrator] That day when Ansari tried to intimidate Shukla
without a gun or even a party,
with the help of just a garland,
he became a big player from a small-time goon.
At least he had grabbed Shukla's attention now.
[dramatic music plays]
[music fades]
[woman on TV] In hospitals, they always say--
[tense music playing]
There's a call for sir.
Sir, call for you.
Sir, Shukla-ji.
What is it, Shukla-ji?
Are you out somewhere?
No, I'm here. How's it going?
Things are not going too well over here.
That mall project is taking up some time.
There's this boy from a petty party who's against this project,
and he's talking about self-immolation now.
Well if he self-immolates, all our problems will go away with him.
No, no, he's not going to do it himself. He's saying some old widow might do it.
What? You're scared of some old widow?
You run the damn state!
Listen, you're not understanding. Action has to be taken immediately!
I can't be running the state
from the Urban Development Ministry anymore.
[man speaking indistinctly over speaker]
[narrator] The son of a woman who Faulad Singh took as his sister
hung a picture of Shukla's enemy…
LONG LIVE SHAHEED FAULAD SINGH
[narrator] …for the first time from his roof,
which was visible to all from miles away.
[Sameer over phone] Hey, Ansari!
Why have you put up a picture of Faulad Singh outside your house?
[Ansari] Wow, you can see it from the city station?
- [Sameer] Shut the fuck up! - [Ansari] He's my uncle.
People can't put their uncle's picture in their own house?
[Sameer] People put up pictures inside their homes, fucker.
So it's on my wall.
Tomorrow, you will ask me why I'm drying chili pickle on my terrace.
[Sameer] Shukla will take that chili pickle
and shove it up your ass.
Have you forgotten? He was the one who got your uncle killed.
It wasn't Shukla, it was the STF.
[Sameer] Yes, the same STF will come and shoot you with their automatics.
Your dead body will be found on some railway track,
just like your uncle's!
Even Maachis won't be able to protect you from Shukla's rage.
Don't worry, I'll handle Shukla and his automatic rifles.
[Sameer chuckling] You'll what? Handle Shukla?
Buddy, don't talk shit, okay?
He is not Arunoday.
Fucking asshole, you couldn't even handle Arunoday.
I'm the one holding him back.
[Ansari over phone] Really? Don't hold him back. Let him come.
And Ansari doesn't need protection from Maachis.
Ansari, what? Ans--
Talking about yourself in third person?
I am leaving Maachis.
Then leave.
Just pay what you owe us.
Five lakhs, then go.
I am not asking you. I'm telling you.
I made a lot of money for you, Sameer Khushwaha.
Just take my five lakhs from it.
[Sameer] What are you high on?
[tense music playing]
Let's go.
[Shabbir] I got these by chance.
- I don't have more. - [Ansari] Hmm. This is enough.
[Shabbir] If you are hell-bent on killing yourself,
then I can't really talk you out of it.
[narrator] Now he had the gun, but not the wisdom.
A brave man often tends to be a little stupid too.
[Sameer] Don't pull your gun out until I say so.
[Arunoday] But, bhaiya, Ansari will be ready for us.
[Sameer] That's why we are going from here.
[electronic music playing]
So now it's all sorted.
The price is fixed.
You will give me five lakh rupees
and your loyal puppy here will give me ten.
Hope that's okay?
And yeah, you better not say a word against him in the area.
Okay, now call Sageer Bhai and tell him to bring the money.
[upbeat tense music playing]
[Sageer] Where does Yakub Ansari live?
[woman] On the first floor.
Hey, Sageer Bhai.
Count it.
I trust you totally, Sageer Bhai. I am not going to count the money.
Hey, Mintu Bhai will come. You go wait downstairs.
Shabbir Bhai, this is the "Save Pathaani Tola" fund.
All right…
say, "Long live…
Hmm?
…Faulad Singh."
F-- Faulad Singh.
- Now, you say it. - Yeah, whatever.
Didn't you hear what I said?
If you want to leave, you'll have to say it.
[tense music playing]
Say, "Faulad Singh will live forever."
Faulad Singh…
- Will live forever. - That's my boy.
All right, so now crawl back into the hole you came from
or else… [imitates gunshots]
Hmm.
[hums]
He has AK-47's. I'm sure some minister is backing him.
Until we find out who it is, I won't let you fight him.
[upbeat music playing]
We will counter this minister with another minister.
[crickets chirping]
[ominous music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[Ansari grunts] Let go!
[groans] Let go! [grunts]
[narrator] You know, life automatically gives you some downtime
to revisit some important life decisions,
- to think about where you actually stand. - [Ansari grunts]
[narrator] This was no accident, but an opportunity.
[music fades]
[tense music playing]
Now you're looking like a leader, bro.
[chuckles]
Don't laugh, Asthana. The next leader can rise out of any shithole.
Listen, boy.
I don't really have anything personal against you.
Your uncle tried to step on my toes, so…
I made him settle the score with his life.
You must've been a kid back then.
What is this guy's name?
Yakub Ansari.
Yakub.
I have a small job. Would you like to do it?
Just take me in your party, Shukla-ji.
I can even give… [gags] …my life for you.
That's exactly what I want.
I want you to self-immolate right now.
I've never seen it happening in front of me.
Hmm? Bring it here.
[tense music continues]
Here you go.
This fire can burn you down too, Shukla-ji.
Shabbir's man will surely burn himself in your next durbar.
Nobody is going to do anything!
But you seem quite confident.
All right, let's go ahead and ask Shabbir Miya.
Come on, bring him. Bring Lord Shabbir here.
So he got you the AK-47?
Hmm?
Who gave you these AK-47s, bro?
Tell me.
These are AK-47s, not toys. You can't country make them.
They are not fake. They shoot 30 bullets at a time.
Where did you get them?
[groans]
Through the Bangladesh route.
Bangladesh.
Asthana, have you ever been to Bangladesh?
No.
Oh, the food is amazing over there, man. I've been there once.
So, Shabbir Bhai,
two AK-47s are not enough to stop me for sure.
You will have to move
because Pathaani Tola is where the mall is going to be built.
And if you are not going to move, I'll set the whole slum on fire.
Do you want to see how?
[tense music playing]
The problem is, today's Thursday.
One shouldn't perform fire rituals today.
So I am not in the favor of sacrificing you guys today.
Your lives have been spared.
Go on and live your lives.
But if you ever even think about the land where I want to build the mall,
or if anyone tries to set himself on fire,
then POTA, MCOCA, FERA, TADA, there will be so many cases against you
that the government can keep you in prison for 200 years.
Tell me, has anybody ever lived for 200 years?
Keep the AK-47s as evidence with us.
And why have you guys beaten them up so badly, man?
Such a handsome boy and you have ruined his face.
This guy seems all right. This is what he always looked like.
Release them and call a doctor.
And I'm letting you go doesn't mean I won't do anything.
'Cause, son, there's a difference between a regular politician and me.
I don't believe in acting. I believe in action.
Just like your lovely uncle Faulad Singh's encounter.
And I better not hear Faulad Singh's name from your mouth again.
- Come on, say "Faulad Singh…" - G-- go to hell.
[chuckles softly]
He's such a sweet boy.
You guys were saying he's a student leader?
[narrator] On hearing, "Faulad Singh, go to hell"
Ansari figured out that Mintu Grenade was the one
who was behind this episode,
but for now he just swallowed his pride.
[tense music playing]
So you want to kill Shukla, huh?
No, why would I want to kill Shukla?
Huh? You don't want to kill him, then what was that?
Breaking the glass… "That Shukla Motherfucker."
If we end up killing every motherfucker in India, then who will run the state?
I won't make the mistake my uncle made.
If I make him an enemy, he'll be ready for me.
I'll bring a storm in his life
that will destroy everything that he has ever built.
Once he loses his power, then I'll come face to face with him
and tell him I did it.
That's when he will regret what he did to me.
[intriguing music playing]
You are going to bring a storm?
So that's your plan, is it? To destroy Shukla, hmm?
Listen, JP Bhai.
Every man can only commit a handful of sins.
Once his quota of sins is full, that's when his enemies start thriving.
Maybe Shukla's quota is full and that's why you and I have met.
[clock ticking]
[narrator] It was 2:00 a.m., like Pandit-ji had said,
and bad planets were not just aligning, but also raising a toast.
And these were just two planets.
At exactly 2:00 a.m., two more planets were aligning.
somewhere else in the galaxy…
[pensive music playing]
[narrator] What were these unfavorable circumstances
lining up against Shukla-ji? Only time could tell.
Did you find anything?
Have I ever come back empty-handed?
But the information is so big that even I want a cut in it.
Yeah, that's all fine.
If you help me in taking my revenge, you'll get your share.
There's money coming for our dear Shukla-ji…
from Shenoy Builders.
[tense music playing]
Three hundred crores.
It's a very big amount, Mr. Officer.
It might cost you big time.
Well, I have already paid the price.
When is the money coming?
[Triloki] I'll get that information soon.
[Bannkey laughing]
You look like a ghost covered in this powder.
Well, this powder is known as Choona, police officer.
It's deceptive…
and it can fool anybody.