Whip my journey of life smoothly My bullock-cart driver
Whip my journey of life slowly My bullock-cart driver
Whip the journey of life smoothly My bullock-cart driver
Hey, saint, good day!
Whip my journey of life smoothly My bullock-cart driver
Whip my journey of life slowly My bullock-cart driver
Hey, Chandan!
Coming.
Are you deaf?
Where were you during the past three to four days?
Where's the truck?
Come with us. Mr. Awni is asking for you. Let's go.
-It got stolen. I went for a piss-- -Shut up!
Come. We'll listen to your entire story in front of the boss. Come on!
Where are you taking him?
Do you think you're a leader because you've worn kurta pajamas?
Shall I show you my leadership?
You're in my village.
We'll shove the village in you, understood?
Watch your words.
I'll go and speak to Mr. Awni.
He'll understand my situation.
Bhunsur, Biddhu, Minra…
-Savai has come? -Yes.
Sometimes she comes and sometimes she doesn't.
Come, Chandan. Where were you?
You're late.
Look, the tea has gone cold.
Take it.
Shall I order a fresh one?
Drink it.
How is it?
The tea is great.
I'm not asking about the tea. I'm asking about the truck.
The truck was stolen, Mr. Awni.
I've reported that to the police.
First, you tell me, what did you go for? And what did you do?
I made a mistake, boss. I didn't know much about the job.
What do you mean you didn't know?
And who the hell are you to use my truck for such jobs?
You were a driver, not the owner.
I made a mistake. It won't happen again.
Okay, you're forgiven.
You have worked 20 days this month.
Do the math.
Take your salary and please leave.
I made the mistake of employing you.
Tell me, how much is it?
Leave it. How much will you calculate?
Take this.
Four, four and a half thousand, no matter how much it is,
take it and leave me.
Yes, officer.
Yes, he's standing right in front of me.
Come and take him away and release my "King of the Road."
-Yes. -No.
Okay.
Mr. Awni, not the cops.
Please save me.
Even I want to save you, Chandan.
But what should I do?
I'll have to choose either my "King of the Road" or you.
This isn't right.
What did you say?
Now, will you teach me what's right and what's not?
Lower your hand.
-Mr. Awni. -Lower your hand!
Lower it.
Put the gun down.
You bastard!
You bastard. You shot me.
You can slap me…
but I can't shoot you in the leg?
Hey, thrash him!
-Hand over the keys. -Catch him. Catch the bastard!
Give me your watch.
It is said that a saint and a devil are born twice.
That day, Chandan Mahto was reborn.
BIRTH OF CHANDAN!
Do you know the whereabouts of Chandan?
Sir, we haven't seen him since that day.
This is Vinayak, his childhood friend. Ask him.
Who else is there in his family?
His alcoholic father passed away when he was a child.
He grew up in poverty.
He was married, but it didn't work out well with his wife, so she left him.
We too don't have much contact with him.
Let us know if you get any news.
Will do.
It's better if we catch him.
If Abhyuday Singh catches him, then God help him.
Well done, Bhaiya. Hit it.
Hit it.
Abhyuday Bhaiya has 11 points. Tinku-Bhola has zero.
Kill shot, Bhaiya.
Hey, shut up.
What is it?
Why aren't you both able to play well?
My game isn't progressing because of you.
Stay within your limits and play.
He may praise you in front of people,
but later he'll find an excuse to punish you too.
What are you both whispering? Are you conspiring something?
Pay attention here.
Well done, Bhaiya.
Abhyuday Bhaiya has 12 points. Tinku-Bhola has one point.
There's an international player, Martina Hingis.
Abhyuday Bhaiya plays like her.
He's a fan.
He watches her matches day and night.
Bhaiya, a few complainants are here. Shall I call them?
Come here.
Sir, it's my daughter's wedding.
Everything was fixed before, but now they're asking for double dowry.
But the wedding is just ten days away.
Give the groom's father's name and address to Vakeel Singh.
-Go. -Thank you, sir.
Bhaiya, my father's ill.
The doctor has asked for 12,000 bucks for the operation.
How can I get together such a large amount of money?
I can't let my father die.
Hey, Tola.
Take this.
Sir, my son has passed the engineering college entrance exam.
The fee is 75,000.
I have somehow managed to get 50,000.
If I could get some help for the remaining 25,000,
he'll be set for life.
He'll be grateful to you forever.
What will he do by becoming an engineer?
And listen, I studied in a big boarding school.
They suspended me for no reason, but it didn't matter.
The boys in my class were very bright.
Guess what they're doing today?
They're working in multinational companies and following the crowd.
And look at me. I am a king of my own will.
Go and ask your son to work in farming
on my farm.
Go. Send him tomorrow.
The police and Abhyuday are both searching for you.
-Now? -What now?
Have you spoken to Mr. Verma?
No.
Why aren't you calling him?
Hello, Mr. Verma. This is Vinayak Mahto from Sarsi village.
I spoke to you about my cousin, Chandan Mahto.
The cops came and said--
Let the situation cool down, then we'll see.
-What happened? -He hung up.
He says to let the situation cool down, then he'll look into it.
If I manage to stay alive till the situation cools down,
then what's the use of Mr. Verma?
Why are you getting pissed?
What do I do? You tell me. What do I do?
If the government were of our caste… Forget government!
If it were a criminal of our caste, no one would've dared to interfere.
Our community is weak.
So we can't do anything.
-Let me go. -Stop.
-Wait there! -Abhyuday Bhaiya!
Your men were looking for me.
I am Chandan Mahto.
I've come to meet you in person.
What were you thinking?
You'd shoot Mr. Awni, who's a respected man in society,
and I wouldn't do anything to you?
If you want, you can kill me, sir.
I've come here of my accord.
But first listen to me.
If my men would've picked you…
I wouldn't have listened.
Finish what you have to say in a minute. Speak up.
Sir, Mr. Awni hurled abuse at me, but I didn't say anything.
He beat me up, yet I didn't utter a word.
But he was about to inform the cops. So I didn't know what to do.
That's why I just shot him in the leg.
I would have shot him right in the chest if I'd wanted to.
Can you shoot someone in the chest?
There are five bullets left.
What else can you do?
Whatever you ask for…
Anything from driving to shooting someone.
Yes, Bhaiya.
Let it go, Mr. Awni.
What?
Imagine that your truck was 20 years old and some scrap dealer scammed you.
-What? -Listen.
Chandan is under my umbrella now.
Remember that.
But, Bhaiya, listen to me…
You should walk the talk.
The opposition keeps shouting about the cows
but keeps Alsatians as pets.
Yes.
Even if one person could milk the cow and show me, I'd believe them.
Not possible, sir.
I could ride the horns and show them.
Sir, you're a down-to-earth person.
Today's leaders are like…
They fly up high like balloons.
You're right.
So, tell me, how's your district running, King of Nalanda?
Everything is running smoothly thanks to your blessings.
I've been to the Kamrup Kamakhya temple.
To seek blessings for you to be free of the tar scandal.
I got you some offerings.
Give it to me.
-Give me one sweet offering. -Here you go.
-All these scandals… -Yes, sir.
…are propaganda by the opposition to taint me.
Correct, sir.
-Do they take the people as fools? -No, sir.
-They have elected me. -No, sir.
I understand everything, Mr. Scholar.
-Sir-- -Know it well.
Now, you tell me, why are you here?
My promotion is due, sir.
If I'd get your blessing.
Now, look here, Mr. Scholar.
I'm unable to find anyone as competent as you.
Sir.
Otherwise, I would've promoted you a long time ago.
Do you know of anyone who would be suitable?
-Tell me if there's anyone. -What about Somesh Kumar?
-Somesh is a crook. -Okay. How about Mooli Pathak?
Pathak is a thief.
Then what about Triveni Singh, sir?
There's one guy.
He's a youngblood.
But he's an ASP in Patna.
Amit Lodha. He's doing well.
Amit Lodha.
Yes.
Which caste is he from?
I don't know about his caste, sir.
There's no Lodha here.
But he writes Lodha.
OFFICE OF THE SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE NALANDA (BIHAR)
I've heard his name too.
-He's competent. -Yes.
-Finalize him. -Yes.
Why are you standing there? Come here.
Inform the SP that Lajo Singh, Assemblyman of Nalanda, is here.
The Minister of State Development, Sumer Yadav, is inside.
You'll have to wait for a while.
Waiting is an insult to him.
He's an officer.
He is in the habit of getting things done before others.
Move along with the times, Mr. Lajo.
Hey, Bharta, stay within your limits.
Or else I'll thrash you here and put two bullets in your ass.
You'll be defecating from three holes.
Have you held a gun before?
Have you ever killed a bird?
-Shall I show you-- -What are you guys doing?
This might be the old SP office, but the officer is new.
Haven't you heard about him?
He'll lock you both up and you'll have to wrestle inside the prison.
Come on, Bharta. Let's go.
Mr. Lajo Singh, please go in.
Come on, Chandan.
I'm Lajo Singh, Assemblyman of Nalanda.
Hello. Please sit.
Welcome to Nalanda.
I hope you'll make the district crime free and safe.
You've effectively policed all the cities that you were posted in.
Your name and fame are known to everyone across Bihar.
These Dasheri mangoes are from my trees.
I won't let you refuse them.
You have to keep them.
Now, if everyone forces me to--
This is how the people show their love for you, Mr. Amit.
The Nalanda district has high expectations of you.
I'm travelling to New Delhi straightaway for the parliament session,
or else I would've taken up some more of your time.
Once I return from New Delhi, we'll catch up again for tea.
Sure, why not?
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
The one that I'd die for…
The one that I'd live for
The one that I'd die for
There was this girl
Whom I loved a lot…
Hey, Tola Singh, you keep singing sad songs all the time.
You're a major melancholic.
Tell me one thing, what was the song that Ajay Devgn sang at the party
in that movie?
-Chandan, stop the radio. -Stop the radio.
If I get a chance, I'll show you
How much I love you, my darling
Listen, what was the poem he recites in between the song, something with hurt--
-We got looted-- -We got looted by our loved ones
We got looted by our loved ones The strangers didn't have guts
It's not "strangers," you idiot. What was that bit, Chandan?
-Bhaiya, I don't know-- -You're an even bigger idiot.
Hey, go and catch them.
Enough with Krishna's diplomacy.
Now we'll have to show our fury.
Hey, Chandan, will you come along?
Definitely, sir.
Anything might happen.
We have enough men, so think it over and decide.
What's there to think about?
When you play with fire, you can't be scared of getting burned.
All right. Listen, all of you.
Sort out your work before Saturday.
After this, we'll have to go underground.
Yes, Bhaiya.
REETLAL YADAV WEDS AARTI YADAV
We're disgraced at a mere moan.
They get away with murder without even a murmur.
Friends, here with their killer looks, please welcome, Payal and Pooja.
Bhaiyaji.
Here, take a sip. You'll need it before the murder.
No, I'll kill and drink, sir.
You won't be able to kill anyone without having a sip.
You need guts to kill a person.
I don't need it, Bhaiya. I'll do it just like that.
HAPPY WEDDING
Bhaiya, stop. They have guns.
Right now, I'm in the village of Babupur in the Nalanda district.
Five people were brutally shot dead at a wedding last night.
All of the deceased were from the Yadav caste
and were workers of the Bihar Lok Party.
Five days ago, a big jewelry merchant from the Nalanda district,
Ashirwad Agarwal, was murdered in his shop.
And today's incident speaks volumes about the incompetency of the police force.
All of you are good-for-nothing fellows.
When you all know that Abhyuday Singh was attacked,
you should've kept track of his movements.
Sir, we didn't expect that he'd organize such an attack in Yadavraj.
Just shut up!
The government isn't formed by a caste.
It's formed by a party.
You should all be suspended after this incident.
Now go, raid all the locations of Abhyuday Singh's dens,
and bring in all his men.
I need Abhyuday Singh in the next 24 hours.
-Go and find him! -Yes, sir.
SAFETY WARNING UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY NOT PERMITTED
Tell me, how do I live?
Without you
Tell me, how do I live?
Without you
I can't think straight anymore,
Without you
Hey, Tola.
-Julija was your true love, right? -Yes, Bhaiya.
How long has she been married?
Seven years, five months, 27 days.
Kudos, my Romeo.
Do you know she's had a boy and she's named him Tola Singh?
Why are you laughing?
Hey, I'll hit you.
It's his love, man.
What's happened, you idiot?
Why are you laughing, man?
Hey!
Hey, Chandan, get me some chicken.
And also get me some water.
Hey, Chandan.
Come back to your seat.
What's this, Vakeel?
Your name is Vakeel, so do you now think you're a lawyer?
-Why, Bhaiya? -Is Chandan your servant?
-Is he? -No, Bhaiya.
He's your younger brother.
Listen up, all.
Chandan is our younger brother, and you all should know
how to behave with him.
-What? -Yes, Bhaiya.
Look at his plate, there's no chicken.
Now you go and get some chicken for your brother, go.
And listen…
get a good leg piece.
Yes, Bhaiya.
Are you just calling me Bhaiya, or do you mean it?
-What happened? -What happened?
You've made such a huge mess, and you're asking what happened?
Bhaiya, I've broken Sumer Yadav's back.
And Bharta is dead.
I thought you would praise me, but you're mourning his death.
Abhyuday, everything has its own time.
There was no time.
If I hadn't killed him, he would've killed me, Bhaiya.
Go into hiding for a few days.
Absolutely zero activity.
I'm talking to the lawyer.
You might have to get a backdated hospital report for some operation.
I'll hang up for now.
Okay.
This Abhyuday Singh has made my life hell.
If I catch him, I'll shoot him down.
Don't even think about it.
Firstly, you won't be able to catch him so soon.
And secondly, he's not like the rest of the hard-core criminals.
His brother is a Member of Parliament.
Use your brain, Amit.
Which you've stopped using.
I'm doing all I can.
But what should I do?
Whenever we go to conduct a raid, he's already fled the location.
I don't know where he's getting all the information about the raids.
That's another pressure.
Take this.
-Who's it? -Pressure.
Jai Hind, sir.
Amit, I've heard that because of some internal reason,
you are not arresting these Singh people.
What kind of internal reason?
How would I know, Amit? You should know better.
I just want you to arrest them as soon as you can.
I'm trying my best, sir.
Very soon they'll be behind bars.
Sir.
Tanu, I have to get to the office. I'm late.
Don't vent your anger on the food.
Handle the pressure with maturity, Amit.
Finish your breakfast, silently.
Dear, at least scold me softly. Someone will hear you.
Hello.
-Mr. Lodha, the CM wants to talk to you. -Stop the car.
SP Lodha.
You wait. I'll speak to you.
-Captain. -Jai Hind, sir.
Five Yadavs are dead in your district.
Five people died, sir.
No. Five Yadavs are dead. Memorize it.
This is Bihar. Do you get it?
It'll be good if you learn who belongs where over here.
Otherwise, you'll be in a pickle.
Why is Lajo Singh's name missing in the FIR?
Sir, he was attending the summer session in New Delhi.
On the day of the event, he was asking questions
on the TV in Zero Hour.
If I put his name in, the entire FIR will be messed up.
I don't want to hear any more ifs and buts.
Arrest everyone and report back to me.
OFFICE OF THE SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE NALANDA (BIHAR)
Jai Hind, sir.
-Tell me, Sukhdev. -Sir, I have to tell you something.
Please tell me.
-Sir, are you from Rajasthan? -Yes, I am.
Sir, I'm Bihari, but my origin is Rajasthan too.
Okay.
I'm also a Rajput, sir.
Really? Who is a Rajput here?
Sir, here…
-Sir. -Amit…
DEPUTY INSPECTOR GENERAL OF POLICE
…I fought with Mr. Ujjiyar and got you a great district like Nalanda,
and you didn't inform me.
What, sir?
That you're a Rajput.
I knew you were from Rajasthan, but--
Sir, who told you I'm Rajput?
The whole department is in chaos.
They're saying if you weren't a Rajput, you would've arrested Abhyuday Singh.
Sir, firstly, I'm not a Rajput.
And secondly, I'm trying my level best.
I'll arrest Abhyuday Singh soon.
You're not a Rajput for real?
Then do one thing,
catch a few Rajputs and put them behind bars.
And clear the status of your caste.
Otherwise, these foolish rumors will keep circulating in the department.
And I will try my level best to resolve any confusion.
Got it?
And don't you worry. I'm hanging up.
Get out of here!
Amit.
The phone is ringing.
I'll get it.
Hello?
By Lord Shiva's grace, I'll be back.
You all stay alert.
JEEVAN HOSPITAL
TOP FACILITIES
Welcome, Abhyuday Singh.
We, doctors, were waiting for you.
This is unfair. It's cheating.
Sir, I'm innocent. I'm just a driver.
Sir, please let me go.
Are you involved in the murder of Bharat Yadav? Answer us.
I'm innocent. I'm being framed.
They're playing politics with me.
Thank you, Mr. Nandlal.
You being a worker at the hospital helped us a lot.
I'm giving you this from the Police Welfare Fund.
Tell your son to study well.
This country needs both a farmer and an engineer.
CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTE, NAWADA
I've lost the game from both ends.
On one side, Sumer Yadav will receive every sympathy for his brother's death.
And on the other, you will remain in prison.
We need to get you out of the prison before the elections.
I don't know anything apart from this.
It's difficult, Mr. Lajo.
They've cleverly made their case.
I've heard they're trying to prosecute you under the Police Criminal Control Act too.
If the PCCA is enforced, be aware that six months will be wasted.
There must be some way, right?
There's one way.
If someone takes the blame for the five murders.
And if a backward caste member does it,
it'll be better.
It'll prove wrong both the theory and practice of the police.
Don't be scared.
We'll bail you out after Abhyuday.
Things will change after the elections.
What?
What are you thinking?
Chandan, did you forget that I fed you from the same plate?
And now you're having second thoughts.
I'll take the blame, Bhaiya.
Long live my Braveheart.
Get the papers ready.
All right, I'll get the affidavit on Monday since tomorrow's Saturday.
All right.
CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTE, NAWADA BIHAR
NEW VISIT REGISTRATION
Chandan Mahto.
You don't need money to meet Chandan Bhaiya. Put it back.
Call Chandan Bhaiya.
What happened? You look stressed.
Is everything okay inside?
They are asking me to take the blame for all five murders.
Abhyuday Singh will be out, and I'll also gain some fame.
Then they'll bail me out.
Do you believe that they'll do as they're saying?
I have to meet with Chyawanprash Sahu. I'm his wife.
I know. But do I have to tell you the same thing every day?
You need 20 bucks to see him and 80 for lunch.
Less than that won't work.
There's no point bickering about it.
Where should I get the money from every time?
My husband is in prison.
Do I have a money printing machine?
This is not a charity home. It's prison.
Come again in seven days.
You can only meet once a week. That's the rule.
Will it harm you if she meets her husband?
Let her meet him in my slots whenever she comes in.
Okay, Bhai. Call Chyawanprash Sahu.
Chyawanprash Sahu.
What are you thinking?
I don't know whether they'll bail me out or not.
My brain has stopped working.
I'm not able to understand.
Now that I've said it…
I'll have to follow through.
I'll leave now.
Take care.
Good day, Chandan Bhaiya.
-How are you? -I'm okay.
If you dress so finely and come to see me in prison,
how will I able to stay here?
Give me your hand.
That's why I come this way.
Hello, Chandan Bhaiya.
My name is Chyawanprash Sahu.
You helped my wife at the gate.
Food? It's home cooked.
Everyone has a question about my name.
The thing is, when I was young, I was very weak.
I wasn't growing well.
Everyone asked me to take supplements.
That's why they named me after the supplement Chyawanprash Sahu.
Have some chutney, Bhaiya.
Bhaiya, I've heard that you killed all the five Yadavs?
Because your mates were scared.
How do you know?
Bhaiya, this is prison.
Information spreads faster here than outside.
You have a reputation in the prison.
I'm telling you.
Everyone's talking about the same thing…
that there's no one braver than you in Abhyuday Singh's gang.
These things are not new to me.
They're using age-old tactics.
For the sake of Arjun,
Ekalavya was tricked into cutting off his thumb.
At another time, the armor of the great warrior Karna
was snatched away and he was left to die in battle.
History is repeating now.
I feel that the concept of use and throw was devised by these people.
Anyway…
you take care, Bhaiya.
I'll think about it and you too.
Good day.
ANGER BEGINS WITH FOLLY AND ENDS WITH REPENTANCE
Hey, Chandan. Why are you doing all this?
You've already done so much for me.
It's just for a day or two, sir.
You'll be free and I won't get another chance.
Hail Mother Ganga…
This is the actual poem, sir.
We got looted by our loved ones The strangers didn't have guts
My boat sank Where the water was shallow