Speak, Asthana. The auspicious window will pass.
As you can see, a fire has broken out in this slum.
Not just in the slum, there's a raging fire in people's hearts as well.
Today, people continued to protest against Mr. Shukla.
Were you able to talk to any leader from that area, Anita?
Ansari Sheikh. He came forward as the leader of the area.
Ansari Sheikh, what do you have to say about Mr. Shukla?
As he was being taken away by the police,
he left Shukla a threatening message.
Shukla, you are doomed!
SHUKLA, YOU ARE DOOMED!
The game has just begun.
What do you say, Asthana?
Not many people know this, but when Shukla gets frightened, he stutters.
- That scoundrel is here. - Mr. Asthana has asked us
- to keep an eye on him. - Sir, file.
And keep me posted.
- The jail was like home for Ansari. - What's up, buddy?
Upon returning home, one's younger brother is happy to see them…
All's well, brother. How are you?
- …but their father disses them. - Hey, dipshit! Get the form filled out.
Hey, no need to be so harsh. He's got a star on his uniform, too.
Just sign the form. I'll take care of the rest.
Listen, I'll need two cell phones…
with new SIM cards.
- May I help you? - Get lost!
Come on!
Dreams are a great social equalizer.
You have made far too many enemies, Mr. Shukla.
When does this period start?
At two o'clock tonight.
Dreams can make someone sleeping on a soft bed toss and turn,
while making someone sleeping on a hard surface smile.
Having a nightmare would put Shukla on high alert.
He knew that once a pawn diverts from its path, it no longer remains a pawn.
It could become a king in the future.
Sir.
I need every piece of information about Ansari.
I want to know about his cronies, the people he meets…
if he has any lovers, etc.
Dig deep.
Those who have lost can only raise their voices. And those are the masses.
OUR VOICES ARE STRONGER THAN YOUR STICKS
Residents of Pathaani Tola have gathered outside the prison
in large numbers. They're protesting against Mr. Shukla…
- "Death to Shenoy" and "Down with Shukla…" - Release Yakub Ansari!
Some residents of Pathaani Tola and their leader, Ansari Sheikh, have been arrested.
Mr. Shukla hasn't said anything wrong yet…
Are Mr. Shukla's men not responsible for this fire?
We can't say that for certain, Bela. There's news of a cylinder blast
that could have been the cause of the fire.
Anita, did the blast cause the fire, or did the fire cause the blast?
The police have no concrete evidence yet.
Baankey's sister's medical report.
To wake up the slumbering one, Shukla sent Rastogi.
Sir!
Mr. Shukla is waiting for you in his car.
Sir, I swear I didn't slap anyone today.
Go. Get madam's permission.
- Sir… - Go.
Madam, may I come in?
Madam, I need to go somewhere with Mr. Rastogi. I need ten minutes.
Sir, I'm here. At the back gate, right? Okay.
Mr. Shukla was irked by the fact that two of his enemies are friends.
- Namaste, sir. - Hello, Mr. Pandey.
Welcome.
Get in the car.
- It's okay, sir-- - Hop in.
Don't be scared. Come.
Your sister's name is Bela, right?
- Yes, why? - Look, Asthana.
Just the mention of her name has fazed him.
How will he react after hearing the whole story?
You should stay home sometimes, Mr. Pandey.
A guy from your colony…
goes to your house when you're not around.
Your sister is a news anchor, right?
Yes.
Be careful. You might end up on the news because of her.
What nonsense are you talking, sir?
He's not a bad guy, though.
I've met him.
But I don't agree with this.
You know why?
Because he's betraying his close friend…
by fooling around with his sister.
I'm sure you've figured out who I'm talking about.
You slapped me…
I slapped you back. We've settled the score.
I consider you one of my men, now.
That's why I'm worried about you.
Alright. You may go.
Listen, friend!
If you need my help, call Asthana.
My number is 9988--
He left. You forgot about the pregnancy report.
He's a police officer.
He should do some investigation by himself.
The police interrogated Sanjeev about Seema's plan.
After all, a brother knows what's going on in his sister's mind.
It's great, right?
Bro, you're too innocent!
Stop pulling my cheeks. I'm a cop!
Brother, you scared me.
What happened? Why are you sitting here?
- The police arrested Ansari. - Yeah-- What!
For what?
Is he okay?
And you're telling me this now?!
At least I'm telling you. But you…
What?
I would have told you if I knew.
Your friend just can't stop his hooliganism.
But you read the news about him today.
Brother…
I was thinking I should make dinner for him.
God knows what kind of food they serve in jail!
You seem worried about him.
He's in jail now. He'll eat whatever he gets.
Yeah…
but you can give him homemade food.
The poor guy must be alone.
He's our childhood friend.
I mean, your childhood friend.
It's a misconception I had.
Baankey remembered that he has Ansari's phone.
Finally got the time to call me, huh?
I've been calling for so long!
I can't talk right now.
I'm having Brother bring you some food I made.
We'll talk later.
That Sweetu's brother would manage to unlock the phone,
wasn't something Ansari thought possible even in his dreams.
- You didn't ask me to wear a condom today. - It's too late for that now.
What do you mean?
I'm old enough to become a mother, so I must be old enough to get married, too.
Mother? Marriage?!
And yes, at the very least, Ansari has started to think in his dreams now.
I've packed him food today, but I can't do this every day.
Try to knock some sense into that felon!
Yes, that's what I'm going to do.
- Is Ansari asleep? - No. He's had enough sleep.
He's been sleeping for the past 15 to 20 hours.
Take him to the interrogation room.
Go.
This was the calm before the storm.
What happened?
Did you get any news about Shukla?
- You bastard! Motherfucker! - As I said, these two grew up
- beating each other up. - Stop it! What's wrong with you?
- But have they actually grown up? - Sweetu, is it? Sweetu!
My sister is your Sweetu?
Isn't she like your sister?
You pervert!
Have you no shame?
- You… - Wait!
- You didn't say anything to Bela, did you? - What does it matter?
You scoundrel!
Thrash me all you want, but don't you dare lay a finger on Bela!
She is my sister! I'll protect her, not harm her!
You're the mistake she's made.
She will realize it soon. I will make sure she does.
Son of a bitch!
Fuck off, you dog!
You-- Go to hell!
Motherfucker!
Where is the sabzi?
There are only parathas.
If you want to keep going to jail, then forget about me.
Shukla had caused complications in Ansari's life,
but he still had the CM to deal with.
Mr. Shukla, you're not thinking about overthrowing the government, right?
Why, what did I do to make you think I'd do that?
Why are you lighting fires at Pathaani Tola?
Is there a scarcity of disputes in your life that you're causing riots?
Look, Mr. Chief Minister,
I'm the Minister of Urban Development.
And I need to give the public an account of my work over these five years.
Before bringing change and reformation to society, the filth needs to be cleaned.
By getting rid of the unlawful settlement, I'm giving prime land
and housing to the government. Tell me, what's wrong with that?
I know very well
how much of it you're giving to the government and to Shenoy Builders.
Are you… accusing me?
If you are, then do it officially!
No. I'm not interested.
Because you'll bring your addition-subtraction into it.
They don't call me Calculator for nothing.
I run the government.
You aren't listening to me.
Threats only work if the other person feels afraid.
If you don't resolve the Pathaani Tola matter by yourself,
I will stop feeling afraid of you.
Then, I'll not think twice before challenging you.
Well, challenge me anytime you want. I'll be ready.
Stop trying to be the Chief Minister, Mr. Shukla!
Bacteria grow in your stomach only until you take an antibiotic.
He called me bacteria!
I will not spare him.
Asthana!
We need to overthrow this government now.
Even the CM knew that Shukla wouldn't rest until he had overthrown the government.
So he began efforts to diminish Calculator's power.
You're confusing us.
First, you said we should leave the party. Now you're saying we need to stay.
What are you trying to say?
If we stay together, only then can we separate from Shukla's party.
- Right, Mr. Tripathi? - The issue needs to be solid.
And explain it thoroughly to me.
So when people ask questions during the session, we'll have answers.
Don't worry. I'll give you a solid issue.
Environment-related issues won't work.
These issues about plastic, temperature and air
are beyond my understanding.
If we are separating from the party, we need a solid issue.
- Talk softly. Calculator might hear us. - Why do you keep bringing him up?
There's no way he can get to us!
Well, you're screwed, because he's here now!
Oh, wow.
Ministers let go of their chairs!
You didn't inform me about the venue.
Where is the meeting, and how many MLAs are leaving the party…
Mr. Saraswat?
How many times have I told you not to point the gun at me? Turn it that way!
All those who are leaving the party…
move to that side.
He's the organizer.
Mr. Shukla, if you let me live, I'll be of use to you.
I won't repeat this mistake.
Listen, Mr. Organizer.
Organizing is in the blood of organizers.
They'll keep organizing something or the other as long as they live.
Madan Singh, I'm from your village.
Where are you from?
Shukla did not shoot people in a clean manner.
He'd leave the bodies bloodied and full of holes.
Shoot when I ask you to.
With one of his ministers gone, Shukla began his calculations.
Because it doesn't take long to turn one into many.
I'm seeing you use a calculator for the first time.
Today must be an important day.
It's an important night, Asthana.
It's a new moon night today.
Tonight's calculations are extremely complex.
He's right.
Tonight, a planet is going to rise
that could end Shukla.
Good people don't die in our story.
Let's count Pandit in the list of good people for now.
But how did he survive?
I perform a small ceremonial ritual for him at dawn.
But now, I'll tell him, uh, I couldn't wake up on time.
Madan Singh will drive you.
What are you doing, Madan Singh?
- Don't do this, Madan Singh! - Any last words?
I'll put a curse on you!
Bishnu is a very fast driver.
He reached Pandit before Death could.
Shukla had made Pandit meet his maker.
But Pandit didn't stay with his maker for long.
He'd simply swallowed a mouthful of water and returned to the world of the living.
Your parents gave you a very apt name.
And for me, you proved to be an avatar of Lord Vishnu.
Pandit, why aren't you resting?
Here is your almanac and other important stuff.
Listen…
Keep donating fish
- on my behalf. - Yes.
Make sure you never forget.
Mr. Shukla doesn't know, I hope?
You're still addressing him with respect?
Curses should be said in one's mind.
Speaking them out loud pollutes the tongue.
Although everyone calls him "Motherfucker Shukla",
I won't. I am a respectable astrologer of the highest stature.
You will take revenge for this bullet, right?
Of course.
There's a plan in the works against Shukla.
We need your help to combat his planets.
Despite Mr. Shukla's proficiency in astrology,
his knowledge cannot surpass mine.
Performing one fire ritual will be enough to destroy Shukla.
Only one!
Nobody knows these two things apart from me. That Pandit is alive…
and that Bishnu can speak.
Bishnu told Pandit about what happened to his sister,
and Pandit did everything in his power to get Bishnu's voice back.
Well, the science behind it is known only to him.
Stay right there.
One day, Bishnu got his voice back.
These things happen in stories.
Pandit…
Bishnu asked Pandit to keep the news a secret.
Thank you, Lord.
Good morning, ma'am.
Mr. Baankeylal?
Madam.
- This is your demotion posting, right? - Yes, madam.
No, madam. I…
I don't know, madam.
Nowadays, all police officers who're posted at court are incompetent,
but you are the most incompetent of the lot.
Madam, it won't happen again.
I was lost in thought, so I laid down for a while.
A guy is chasing after my sister.
I don't understand how to deal with it.
File a police complaint.
Madam, it wouldn't look good if a police officer filed a police complaint.
- Save Pathaani Tola! Release Ansari! - Move back, please! Listen to me.
The protests hadn't stopped since the night of the fire.
News reporters from some channel or other would keep covering them.
Rastogi…
Demolition should have started in the area yet all I see are demonstrations.
Sir, they just got here.
- Move. You won't understand. - Sir…
Don't step out. The media is hovering around.
Shukla sure was angry, but he hadn't lost his wits.
What are they saying?
Save Pathaani Tola!
Release Yakub Ansari!
"Release Ansari. Save Pathaani Tola."
Shukla immediately changed his plans.
As long as Ansari remains in jail…
people will continue to worship him as their hero.
Bribe the judge…
and bail him out.
- Save Pathaani Tola! - Release Yakub Ansari!
The court releases Yakub Ansari Sheikh on a thousand-rupee bail.
Thank you, Your Honor.
In a game of chess, every pawn thinks
- it is the one making the moves. - Thanks, Officer. See you soon.
Which move was made by Shukla,
- and which wasn't… - You barely made any arguments
- and the judge gave his verdict? - …it's hard to tell.
The judge is in the ruling party's favor.
That's why I made sure he was the judge today.
The stuffed eggplant dish you made yesterday was just…
- amazing. - Hey, what happened?
Is the hearing over?
- Which case? - Dubey, you fucker!
State vs Ansari.
The hearing was at 10 a.m. today! I told you to bury the file?
I'll call you back.
Baankey, mind your tongue!
Like it costs money to pull up a file, it costs money to bury it, too.
You fucking moron! You should have said so earlier!
Here you go!
Take it! How much do you want?
Go to hell, you constable!
I am a Grade 2 employee. You dare throw money at my face?!
Grade 2 is right. You're a second-rate person!
I'll show you who's second-rate!
Dubey, I'll beat you up! Hey!
- Don't get smart with me! - Let go of me!
Calling me second-rate? You second-rate constable!
- I'll staple your mouth shut! - I'll beat you to a pulp!
What's this enmity?
I can't help it. He's my childhood friend.
What?!
Friendship and enmity are the same thing, Mr. Dubey.
I'm sorry that I ruined your clothes.
If you ever need me, call me.
I'll do whatever I can to help.
Mr. Baankey,
the judge is bribable…
but he demands a lot of money.
Does this Ansari have that kind of money? I don't know.
It's possible that Mr. Shukla gave the orders.
Ansari has been released!
I'd made a point to call Mr. Asthana and give him all the case details.
I don't understand how this happened!
Mr. Shukla got his revenge, right?
No, Sageer.
He started such a huge agitation,
and came forward as the leader of the area.
He openly challenged Mr. Shukla.
Now this is a matter between Shukla and Ansari..
Brother…
I'm suggesting… why not kill Ansari ourselves?
It will appear as if Mr. Shukla did the deed,
and the police won't be able to touch us.
One of Mr. Shukla's enemies will be taken down, and we'll gain his favor.
This is Shukla's game, man!
We can't make any moves without his consent.
But a game was being set up against Shukla as well.
Whose pawns had been hand-picked by Shukla himself.
Did the police beat you up?
Look. Look here.
If I roll up my pant legs, you'll see more bruises.
Didn't you say you're friends with everyone at that police station?
The police can never be anyone's friend, JP.
- Who's this? - They'll beat you and won't listen to you.
This is Shukla's astrologer.
Didn't he die?
He… is… very important… to us.
Because Shukla thinks…
that he's had him killed.
He doesn't look very alive anyway.
The Puranas say, "Those who laugh a lot have limited intelligence."
Pandit got offended.
Pandit, if a bullet couldn't kill you, nothing could.
Enough.
Yes, right!
Quiet.
Shukla… will be… getting money soon.
- We don't have much time. - Let's talk business, shall we?
Shukla can be fooled in only one area, and that is astrology.
What are you saying, Pandit?
- He's an expert on that. - That's why I'm here.
All that is fine, but I hope he won't ask for an equal share.
- The shares... will increase? - That's not going to happen, Bishnu.
I'm telling you. Is he listening?!
- Now, the amount isn't 300 crore rupees. - See!
The amount is decreasing, and the shares are increasing.
I have a thousand loans to repay, where am I supposed to get the money from?
The amount increased…
- Now, the amount is 600 crore rupees! - …so everyone lost their nerve.
And we won't be stealing the money from Mr. Shukla's house.
We will steal it from the party office.
I'll tell you where and in which planetary period the theft will take place.
Fuck the planetary period, Pandit!
It's impossible to get into the party office. I've already told them why.
Don't panic.
Carry on with the planning.
Mr. Shukla won't suspect anything because he knows
it's impossible to break into the party office.
Baankey had made a mistake by sending Jhumpa the friend request on Facebook.
She tracked his IP address and found the location of his computer and phone.
And shortly, she was going to be within reach of grabbing his collar.
He must have seen me around.
And yes, the planetary period I'm talking about
is what will make this task possible.
Let me show you. Wait.
Look. Longer period of North Lunar Node, shorter period of Venus.
On the 28th, between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m.
Remember, it must happen between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m.
Will you appear in Shukla's dream to tell him
to keep the money in the party office on that day at that time?
Are there any more 'samples' you'd like to include in the plan, Bishnu?
- 'Sample' as in 'an ideal'? - Weirdo.
This is my parlor.
Who is this guy?
And he has the keys, too?
- Who is it? - Jhumpa. It's Jhumpa!
Jhumpa?
- Baby, we-- - What's going on? Move.
What are you people doing here?
Everyone knew that Triloki would now reveal everything to Jhumpa.
I got a message on Facebook from some Baankeylal's computer.
Who is this Baankeylal?
How can you say that it was from Baankeylal's computer?
- I have the IP address. - But I have a laptop.
It goes here, there, everywhere. How can it have an address?
- Why did you send me a message? - What?
Why did you message my girlfriend?
Everyone wanted to know if you and Jhumpa are together.
- So you could have asked me? - The police have their own procedure, man.
Come here.
What was the result?
Triloki!
Baby, wait a minute.
Don't laugh. I'm shitting bricks.
She cussed me out when I messaged her using that fake profile.
But then why did she come here tracing that profile?
Because I'd made a profile of a very dashing, uber-rich guy.
Baby, why did you go after that Facebook guy?
Why do you care who he is?
- If you could give me some clarity… - I'll give you clarity.
I don't love you. Now what?
Oh, man!
We come here to do some planning, but they've turned this into a soap opera!
There's an astrologer, a love interest, a mute man,
an informer, police, a student leader…
Gentleman, you forgot to add 'drunkard' to the list.
Enough. All of you, leave.
Get up! What are you gawking at?
Let's go.
- Baby-- - Not a word!
- Baby… - Stop calling me baby.
I'm not a baby! Now get out of my sight.
One mudi bhel, please. How much is it for?
What?
- The puffed rice! - Ten rupees.
That's so expensive! Fine, make some for me.
Baby…
Ms. Jhumpa! Sorry!
- If we want to get married-- - Who wants to marry you?
I will pay…
- for all your expensive machines-- - By stealing?!
I should marry a thief?!
"Jhumpa Weds Thief"?
I don't need to tell you what…
what kind of monster Shukla is!
- Stealing his money would be a good deed. - Don't pretend to be a good person.
You are not one.
Alright.
What if I tell you that you will also get a share of the money?
And the amount is… 600 crore rupees.
- So… - Here.
Go away!
Make another one. We have no shortage of money.
But still… you'll remain a thief.
I wanted to learn how to steal since childhood. Do you know why?
Speak.
So I could steal your heart when I grew older.
Ms. Jhumpa…
this will be my last theft.
I will stop all this thievery after this one.
Here's your mudi.
Hey, look at me?
Look at--
Here you go.
Mr. Shukla, we'll do as you say…
but Ansari shouldn't get away.
If you'll do as I say then…
forget about your enmity with Ansari.
Don't interfere with him and don't provoke him.
That's not possible, Mr. Shukla.
I never had Maachis join any other political party
because I am the boss of my party.
And I know how to get my revenge.
He'll become a candidate of the Chief Minister's party
if you continue pursuing this matter.
- But, Mr. Shukla-- - Mintu!
You will not exact revenge on Ansari.
Sushmita, send the next person in.
Please come.
Let's go.
Since when did Ansari become so close to Shukla--
Brother…
he beat us up with a Kolhapuri sandal in front of our boys.
Perhaps we'll get our chance a few years later.
You just told Shukla that you know how to get your revenge!
I'll hit Ansari where it'll hurt the most.
Bela was not sure whether to go ahead with the pregnancy or not.
She got some of the tests done again.
Bela.
- Hey, get her! - What are you--
- Get in! Quick! - What are you doing?
Let me go! Who are you?!
What are you doing?!
Subtitle translation by Sanika Munagekar