All language subtitles for Farzi.2023.S01E07.WEBRip.AMZN

Those who say money can't buy happiness

are either penniless,

or they can't stand you getting rich.

There's a drawback to sudden wealth.

You can't decide what to buy.

But in Firoz's words,
"What's there to decide?"

A fancy office
makes your business seem legit.

Add a secretary saying in English...

MKG Publishing. How may I help you?

...then no one will question
your money source.

This is a fully furnished flat, sir.
Just like you asked.

We have more flats on this floor,

both ready to move in.

-Two flats.
-I didn't know printing paid so well.

-Yes. Actually, our family is rich.
-Okay.

And with banks lowering rates,

property's a good investment.

Hey, move aside.

Hey, mister, step aside.

Yes, turn left. Turn.

Who the hell parked this car here?

Is a tank really necessary here?

Tough guys ride in tanks. Valet!

Tonight, we'll party till we throw up!

Handle her like your wife,
park it with care.

Yes, sir.

-No, I'll park it myself. Move!
-Hey!

The clubs that used to kick us out,

now roll out the red carpet.

Making money is easy.

But class? That's a different game.

Fuck!

Sir, the nation wants to know

why you started to crack down
on fake currency all of a sudden?

When I took charge,
I tuned into the FICN issue.

Since the media has just now realized it,

they think it's something new.

Sir, several FICN consignments
were caught at the border last month.

Yes, our team did a commendable job.

But this is not the time
to rest on our laurels.

Sir, actually, you made a claim

that you'd completely rooted out
the fake currency bills.

But, as per our reports,
there have been no arrests.

Who is so determined
on denting the Indian currency?

The investigation is on.

We're looking into it.

-Thank you. Bye. Jai Hind.
-Thank you, sir.

-Sir, we...
-What's with these new questions?

I wonder who they stand with?

Confused journalism.

Sorry, sir.
The Urban Ministry officials are here.

Should I send them in?

-Yes, please do.
-Okay, sir.

-Listen, don't bring such clowns to me.
-Yes, sir.

Sir, I have a suggestion.

You should focus on social media.

Everyone with 4G has an opinion.

You are a minister.
Very good in public skills.

People will connect.
Your following will increase.

What do you want, Michael?

-Sir, we have a problem.
-I knew it. Go on.

They managed
to smuggle new fake bills into India.

About 12,000 crores.

-12,000?
-Yes, sir.

-12,000 crores.
-Yes, sir.

-Who else knows about it? Just us?
-Yes, sir.

-The public doesn't know about it?
-No, sir.

What's the worry then?

Won't your machines detect them?

Sir, may I say something?

The new bills are very accurate, sir,

and our machines aren't detecting them.

It's called a supernote.

Madam, why are you naming their bills?

Supernote, Spidernote, Batnote... What?

No... Can't we do anything?

Sir, do you have a 2,000 note?

What?

Do you have a 2,000?

-No.
-Yes, I have one.

Thank you, sir.

What are you doing?

The real and fake bills
can only be identified by burning them.

A red flame means it's a fake bill.

Don't worry.

It's great to see Grandpa active again.

Yes, it's good that he doesn't
remember what happened.

You are such an asshole!

Shut up and listen!

Don't start showing off
all that you bought.

Come on. Let's surprise Grandpa.

I KRANTI
MAGAZINE

I Kranti, Grandpa.

Along with our paper,
Kranti's available online too.

Why I Kranti?

The domain name was taken.

But Kranti is our publication. Right?

How could anyone else take it?

Grandpa!

The online world is very competitive.
You don't even know.

Guys register many names beforehand

and then sell them for a fortune.

We could get,
"Kranti Magazeen," "Krantii Magazine,"

"K-K-K-Kranti Magazine."

You mean, readers will think
that I am into numerology at this age.

That's why it's I Kranti...
No, closed fist.

-...is the best.
-Best.

Anything for you, Grandpa.
I got a great new tech team.

They will handle I Kranti.

You wanted to go online.
Now, we are online.

Now, go spread the revolution.

What do you say?

Awaken the young generation, Grandpa.

So, you are quoting me now?

No, Grandpa.

You always wanted
your thoughts to reach everyone, right?

So, Uncle, access I Kranti only.
Don't open strange websites.

Hey!

Grandpa, look.

I've flipped it three times.
It's been 15 minutes.

Flip it a fourth time.

Yes!

Show it to me.

It's difficult to decide
whose work is worse.

Okay, you win.

Grandpa, I'm not a kid anymore.
You don't have to let me win.

No. It's really that bad,
you are the absolute winner!

Here, your reward.

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are? How dare you
use that girl to insult me publicly?

-Sir, I didn't. I never told her.
-Who gave her the lighter?

You know everything, right?

I know what fuels your lighter.

And now you will see the fire within me.

Sir, only one thing.

Please, don't announce in the media
that we won the war.

What? Why?

Let's catch the fake bills first.
Then you can do anything you like.

Michael, elections are around the corner.

What's the problem if I declared
victory against counterfeiting?

You wasted crores on Dhanrakshak

and now you say that box is useless?

Please, don't get angry.

It's a supernote, sir.

It's just a fucking bill!

Go and find the culprit!

Clean up the mess you've made.

I'm telling you, this is your last chance.

Remember that I'm running out of kindness.

If you mess up this time,

I'll shut down this unit
and have you nishkashit.

Sir, what is nishkashit?

Termination!

There is more to Hindi
than profanity. Learn it.

Thank you. Bye. Jai Hind!

Sir. All okay, sir?

Really a great job. He is brainless.

MUMBAI

No place like home, right?

Really? Then move in back here

-and sell off that sea-facing flat.
-Never!

Uncle is coming.

Just listen to whatever he says. Okay?

Uncle, please, come in!

Where have you been?

Did you see how happy everyone is?

Grandpa is so happy.

Isn't he? Sunny, speak up.

What is it, Uncle?

You don't agree?

Everyone being happy
doesn't make you right.

Let's talk in the morning, please.
It's getting late.

-If Mr. Madhav finds out...
-How would he?

Unless you tell him about it.

I wanted to talk to you one last time.

And you won't like it.

All I wanted
was for you not to end up as criminals.

Let it be, Uncle.

It's all about perspective.

Sunny, when one falls from a great height,

at first, it feels like flying.

Take care, son.

See, bro?

I didn't say a word, okay?

Well, thank you.

He's always after me.
As if you haven't done anything.

God!

You're done with Megha, right?
Why are you still talking?

Hey, don't read my personal messages.

Personal? Is that how it is now?

Yes, it is.

I don't need to read them.

-I can read your face.
-Beat it!

That grin when you read her messages
gives it all away.

Get lost.

Remember, Sunny,
when one takes off from a great height,

he feels like he is falling!

He feels like he is flying!

Let it be!

Learn the lines, idiot.

Go on and talk to Megha.

-Hi, Megha.
-"Hi, Megha."

No, I'm free only.

That's just a dog on the street.

Asshole, you are the dog!

Your Honor, we are aware of and respect

all that Mr. Michael has done
for our country

as a law enforcement officer.

But we can't give him
custody of the child.

We submit our plea
on the grounds of gross negligence.

As a father, as a husband,

Mr. Michael has been
extremely irresponsible and insensitive.

And our arguments have proved this.

-Objection.
-Objection on what ground?

-Go ahead, Miss.
-Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Michael,
you are a law enforcement officer.

Do you have a gun?

Yes.

Do you have a locker at home?

Of course.

So, do you always keep your gun
safely in that locker,

or do you sometimes forget it
on the dining table or sofa?

I keep it in safe.

That's not true, Mr. Michael.

Let me explain
for the benefit of the court

how Mr. Michael has often been
reckless with the gun

-in the presence of his son.
-Say something.

Let me ask you this, Mr. Michael.

-Do you drink?
-Objection!

-Leading question!
-This is important

to illustrate him as a father.

Okay. Answer it.

There are other cases waiting.

Yes, I do.

Do you drink daily?

It's expensive. I can't afford it.

It's costly...

No, madam. I don't drink daily, madam.

I drink, but only on social occasions.

And I never drink and drive.

Because you can't drive.

-Did she come here with me?
-Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

Anyway. Mr. Michael has been spotted
drinking every day

at Jwala Tasty Corner.

Every single day.

He's also harassed people
and created a nuisance. Your Honor...

Say something.

...you think he can handle a child?

You know what? I mean...

-Mr. Kumar.
-Yes?

I think you need to reframe your defense.

-The court can grant another date.
-No, madam...

I don't wanna make him look bad.

I understand, but this is how it is.

Just stay calm, and let me do the talking.

-I've seen so many men get away with this.
-Rekha!

Rekha!

-Why do you listen to her?
-You don't have to answer.

-Mr. Michael, please, leave.
-Don't listen to her.

She is defaming me.

Am I that bad?

I said, please, leave.
Or I'll call the police.

Call. Call the police.

Are you married? Are you divorced?

-Excuse me?
-Surely divorced.

-Michael!
-You're wrecking our marriage.

-You've overstepped. Stop.
-Michael.

No. Let him continue,

-I'm enjoying this.
-Sorry.

-He made my case easier.
-Rekhu.

What do you win
by taking my son away from me?

It's hard without you and him, Rekha.
I can't take it.

You should have thought about it
before making drunk calls to harass her.

Michael, what is she saying?

-You have proof?
-I have all the call records.

Okay. How much does she pay you?

I'll pay double.
Just let me talk to my wife.

Michael!

This is exactly why
you need to stay away from Vyom.

Michael, please.
Let's not create a scene here. Please!

Please, Michael, just listen to me.

I want to help you.

You are helpless yourself.

How can you help me?

Did you see her lawyer?
She's a bloody shark!

I want a shark female lawyer. Not you.

Michael, learn to speak the truth.

I'll become a shark too.

I'll rip them apart.

Hey, listen! He is useless.

Don't hire him!

Mich...

Listen, for this money,
this is the shark you can get.

-Hey, hi. Come in.
-Hi.

-Thanks.
-Welcome.

Wow!

So, have you settled in?

Yes, all settled.

Do you need help unpacking these boxes?

No, that's all right.

I labeled them,
so it's easy to find things.

This is my own idea. My own KonMari.

Sorry?

It's a really cool way
of organizing stuff.

-Okay. Cool.
-Yeah.

-This is for you...
-For me?

-New house gift.
-That is so sweet.

-May I?
-Yeah, please.

This is my first original painting.

I was 15 years old when I made it.

You made this when you were 15?

I love it.

-Do you collect coins?
-Yes.

Mind if I take a look?

-Please.
-Thanks.

I've been collecting these
since I was six.

My father was in the Merchant Navy.

He'd bring coins for me as gifts
from every country he visited.

After his death,
these became even more precious.

I'm sorry.

This looks more like a passion
than a hobby.

This money has its own mystery,
its own charm, you know.

This is money that you cannot spend.

Do you collect bills too?

Yeah. But these are not just bills.

You know what's special about these?

These are counterfeit.

-No.
-Yes.

Fake?

Yeah. This is Wesley Weber's handiwork.

This is my favorite. Art Williams.

And this is Stephen Jory.

Imagine how a man in a garage
could shatter a nation's economy

with just ink and paper.

You know, fake bills is the only art form

where fame is not the goal, results are.

Where are they now?

In jail. That's the story with fake bills.

They always get caught.
It's just a matter of time.

But what if one makes a perfect bill?

It's not about perfection.

When a counterfeiter
starts thinking of himself as an artist,

he wants to break the rules.

He wants to leave his mark on it.

You know, like a signature.

And that obsession
becomes his Achilles' heel.

This is my new favorite.

An amazing artist.

-Can you even tell it's fake?
-What?

A fake!

Of course, look at it. It's quite evident.

Only because I told you.

And this artist? Did he get caught?

Not yet, but it's a small operation.

He will get caught. Sooner or later.

"A small operation."

Anyway, how can a layperson like me
tell a fake bill from a real one.

With experts like me around,
you don't have to.

-Correct.
-Right?

Listen, I'm starving.
Shall we order something?

-Sure. Wait. No, let's do this.
-What?

-Let's eat out.
-Perfect.

-Give it back.
-Sorry.

Thank you.

-Easy. There's two more stops to go.
-What? But I'm full.

Badshah's faluda, Rustam's kulfi.
You wanna miss it?

Okay, I'll make space.

Hey. A small Pepsi, please.

-Try my seekh kebab.
-No way!

It's yummy.

Absolutely not. I'm vegetarian.

Why do I only meet vegetarians?

The goat I didn't eat
is alive playing somewhere.

-No chance.
-Why?

The man beside you is eating it.

Gross!

-Okay, come here.
-What are we doing?

-Let's take a photo.
-Okay.

-Something's on your face.
-Smile.

-We look terrible.
-No!

-You take it then.
-I'm the selfie king.

-Will I look nice?
-I'll try.

Are you spying on me?

UNINSTALLING PROGRAM

Not at all.

The selfies we took yesterday,

I wanted to see them.

It's locked.

Thanks.

I hope you're not the jealous kind.

We look nice together.

Send me this one.

You want some coffee?

-Yeah. I'll get it.
-No, I'll make it.

Hi, Priya. Remember that 500 rupee bill?

-The sandwich note?
-Yes. What about it?

Yes, I need a favor. It's urgent.

Tell me.

So, the thing is, no one's ever brought in
so much money in one go.

This is a big deal.

But the problem gets bigger.

How do you introduce it into the market?

Mansoor has a strong distribution network.

It's been in place for years.

But this time,

the amount is so high
that we need new ways.

And we will find them,

because every path
leads to money after all. Right?

What is money? Just a piece of paper.

Adding a signature makes it valuable.

And when something is valuable,

there's a market for it.

Come hell or high water,

the market for money will always remain.

Politics or business,

the black market or money laundering,

if there's a demand for cash,
there's a market for our product.

Yes, boss?

Not even 10% of the stock
has been cleared yet.

What's going on?

Boss, it's a huge amount,
so it'll take some time.

You said you'd do it. Don't forget that.

I'm not a patient man, Sunny.

Patience is not a virtue to me.

To hell with that virtue!

Keep the details ready.

Shekhar, sir.

Can you come to Michael's office?

-Now?
-Yes, now.

I wanna show you something.

This is a sandwich note
and this is a supernote.

It's the same designer.

-Artist.
-Are you sure?

99% sure, sir.

I checked it with a colleagues in RBI.

Both notes have the same finesse,
and fine stroke, sir.

-There is another major clue.
-What?

Sir, if you see...

Can you see the, "S," sir?

Look, the 2,000 rupee bill
has the same, "S."

He's leaving his mark on his bills.

He's actually showing off!

What more do we have on him?

I've been doing some digging.

I tracked every bill that came to RBI.

Mostly they are from citizens,
or banks, and ATMs.

Except for some
that were seized by the CBI in a raid.

CBI?

They were seized
from an MLA in Surat, sir.

-20 crores.
-What?

All sandwich notes.

-20 crores?
-Yeah.

That's a huge amount
for a small-time counterfeiter.

-Exactly.
-All sandwich notes?

He must've made a deal
with the Artist directly.

-Who is this MLA?
-Kesaribhai Doshi, sir.

Lovely house.
Do you have your meetings here?

Yes. We can talk in peace here.

How many houses do you own?

Which department are you from again?

Money is never enough, right?

Who are you?

I heard the CBI is after you.

They have a strong case against you.

Because I'm from the opposition.
That's why.

First the IT department,
then the CBI was sent after me.

I know everything.

Which department are you...

They transferred your judge.
They got you a new one.

He's the CM's pet.

You know that, right?

Classic.

I'll fight for the truth
till my last breath,

like Mahatma Gandhi.

I follow in his footsteps.

No matter what, even if I die,
I will stand by the truth!

Now, let's talk honestly.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Do you know the Artist?

Artist?

Many artists were involved
in building this house.

You see this woodwork?

And that chandelier? Artists made them.

When's your next hearing?

I hear the CBI
is going to fast-track your case.

You help me find the Artist,
I'll make the CBI go away.

And what if this is a trap?

-What's the guarantee?
-I swear by my wife.

I'm giving you my word.

In politics,
dog's shit has more value than a promise.

I need real assurances.

What assurance can you give?

What's our next step? Gahlot?

Did you speak with him?

I called him. He disconnected it.

I left a message too.

It shows a single tick.

He probably blocked you.

There she is.

How are you, Kamala?

I'm telling the police if you harass me.

You know what?

I'll record it and post it online.

-God! Calm down.
-I'm not...

I just wanna talk to you.

I don't want to talk. Please, leave.

Kamala, I know.

You were doing your job back then.

Idealistic, ambitious,

trying to find the truth.

See, Kamala,
I'm at the same point in my life.

We should forget the past. Just forget it.

Let bygones be bygones.

I just wanted to tell you this.
That's all.

-That's all?
-Yeah. That's all.

Great.

Kamala!

I have a big scoop for you.

Have you heard about supernote?

Supernote?

Hello.

Please, hold, sir.

Hello, Mr. Gahlot's office.

Yes, ma'am.

Please, hold.

A Mumbai Today journalist
has claimed in a story

that fake currency worth 2,000 crores
is circulating in the country.

A few days ago,

Minister Gahlot had claimed victory
over the FICN menace.

Don't miss our super exciting
panel discussion tonight at 9:00 p.m.

about the fake bills worth 5,000 crores.

Is the government trying its best
to eradicate this evil?

The Minister isn't answering us.

There has been no reaction from him
about the fake bills worth 10,000 crores.

Uncle, come here!

Guess who's calling.

The Minister.

How would it look if I don't answer it?

Sorry, Minister.

I'm busy with my uncle right now.
I'll call you later.

Thank you. Bye. Jai Hind.

Experts say this supernote
is impossible to trace.

He said, "Supernote."

We'll be back after a break.

Supernotes! Someone in your team talked.

-Sir, please.
-Who told the media then?

ISI?

-It's your doing.
-Please.

After all my help, don't lay the...

Enough. That's enough!

Shut up!

Don't start with,
"I did this for you. I helped you."

To hell with that!

Tell me how to get out of this!

Sir, there is a way.

-There is a way, sir. Let me explain.
-Please.

Sir, there is a guy called, "Artist."

He made the supernote for Mansoor.

If we get him,

we can destroy Mansoor's network, sir.

We will also be able to locate
his latest FICN shipment, sir.

This is your agenda. What's in it for me?

If we get the main player
of Mansoor's team,

the headlines will change automatically.

New headlines,

"Minister's surgical strike
on fake currency."

With your photograph next to it.

Proud.

What do you want now?

Give me a minute.

-Hello.
-How are you, Mr. Doshi?

Preparing to go to jail
thanks to your party, that's all.

Come on, Mr. Doshi.

When your party was in power,

IT raided my niece's wedding.

Anyway, let bygones be bygones.

I'm giving you a chance
to revive your present.

What do you want in return?

Artist.

We need your help to nab the Artist.

Lakde, I need your help.

Sure, tell me.

That friend of yours, Artist,

contact him.

There's a requirement.

As soon as possible.

Okay, sir.

Hello. Yes, boss?

Listen. There's a new job.

Hello, Anees? Are you at home?

Lakde called. He wants to meet.

-Fantastic house, man!
-Isn't it?

Remember that MLA?

Kesaribhai Doshi? What about him?

-He has another job for us.
-Really?

He called.

I'm fixing a meeting
in two hours. Be ready.

What?

Put your feet down, asshole.
Is this a hotel?

-Are you annoyed?
-Of course.

Fuck!

What a dumb fuck you are.

Megha, no phones on the table, please.

Okay.

-Yes, tell me.
-That MLA wants to talk to us.

-Like, now?
-Yes, he's patching us in.

All right.

One sec. I'm connecting them.

Everyone on? Okay, I'm muting myself.

Yes, sir. What's the quantity?

One hundred.

When and where?

Tell me the cost first.

It's 40 for 100.

Thirty.

Thirty-five. Final.

Okay. Done.

You two will make the delivery?

Don't worry about it.
It's safe. Consider it done.

No! I don't trust anyone else.

It's a sensitive matter.

You and your friend. That's it.

-It's difficult.
-Well, then, deal canceled.

Okay, well, listen.

Let me talk to my partner.

Give me a second.

Give him 24 hours.

You have 24 hours...

Unmute yourself.

You have 24 hours to finalize the deal,
or it's off the table.

No, we will finalize it in 24 hours.

This is our best chance.

If we miss this opportunity,

we will waste all our hard work.

-We must get this fucker.
-Yes, sir.

Let's hope he takes the deal.

Sir, I have a small request.

Can I join the field-op?

I appreciate your involvement,

but field-ops are dangerous.

Sir, I completely understand,
but I can handle myself.

They won't expect a girl.

I knew you'd say this.

Okay.

I said okay. You are in!

-Okay?
-Thank you, sir.

-What do you think?
-It's a whopper of a deal.

One hundred crores.

If we are caught with 100 crores,
it's all over.

Caught?

We've worked with this party before.

We got a 100 crore deal for the first time

and you are being negative.

Our product is great.

We will get more deals.

Let's take it slow.

We go with the flow,
we don't take it slow.

Time is money!

We have everything going for us.
Let's do it.

I have a bad feeling about it.

Don't disturb me, you mother...

Welcome. Please, come in.
It's a pleasure to see you.

I love it when grown men lie, Mansoor.

And I was wondering why my game was off.

-Would you like something?
-No.

Spare me the hospitality.

What brings you here?

High command doubts your capability.

And I doubt your methods.

-Why? Things are going well.
-Really?

Speak clearly. What are you trying to say?

Not me.

They think you're being impatient.

The cargo was huge. The boy is a novice.

Overall, it was a fuck-all move, Mansoor.

So, now...

you'll teach me the ropes of the trade?

-Fucking...
-Cut the crap!

You squandered away the chance you got.

Indian media's kicked up a storm
over supernotes!

I'll handle it.

It's my responsibility. I'll handle it!

-I just need some time.
-And you don't have it.

All the money in the godowns
must be in the market.

Or else...

May I come in?

Tell me you dropped
your plans to get divorced.

Come in.

Wait.

Are you hungry?

Actually, there's nothing to eat here.

Noodles?

No, thank you. I've eaten.

Juice?

-Tea?
-How many rounds?

First round.

I just started.

Here are murukkus.

Still you love me.

Michael...

Never mind.

There's no point in delaying it.

Tell me, why are you here?

Michael, let go, please.

I'm not stopping you, Rekha. You can go.

But...

why are you hell-bent on divorce?

See, Michael, we were in love.

We wanted to marry.

We fought our families for it,
and we were together.

-But...
-And you promised me

we'd be together always.

But you changed. Why?

Not me, Michael. You changed.

It's because of you that we're here today.

It's not just about you and me.

Vyom's in it too.

Please, think about him.

You keep saying that I changed.

How did I change? Just tell me.

I was just doing my work.

Your parents still love me.

Enough, Michael. Just look at us.

Why do this to ourselves?

We stopped working a long time ago.

And you know this.

Why don't you accept it?

We have tried, right?
We've tried so many times.

But it's just not working.

It's the only solution, Michael.

How else can I make you understand?

Let's not do this to ourselves, please.

There's still so much left?

Uncle, show me the accounts!

Is that all you managed to move?

This won't do... Yes?

Sir, the mole among us has been caught.

Come.

What's going on?
What are you doing with me?

Let go!

What's the matter, boss? What did I do?

You tell me. What you have done?

I don't know. Just ask me.

Never mind.

Don't tell me.

It'll ruin my mood.

Don't say that. We're like a brothers.

Why are you scared then, brother?

Because I really don't know anything

and I've been tied up.

Be a man, okay?

-Take him away.
-No, boss...

-Come!
-Listen.

-Come on.
-Boss!

No!

No, brother! Please!

You warned me of a mole.

I got him.

-How do you know that it's him, boss?
-What?

How do I know?

You don't know me.
That's why you are asking this.

I always know who's fucking around.

-No! Brother!
-Stop moving!

Never doubt me.

No questions!

Please, don't kill me. Bro...

I can't stand to see an animal suffer.

It must be a clean blow
or it'll keep agonizing.

He worked for me for so long!

What? Did the blood splatter on me?

No.

He worked for me all his life.

But the rules are set in stone.

A fuck-up is a fuck-up.

Anyway, it's done. Now, tell me...

this mountain of money,

when are you going to move it?

-This stock must hit the market, now.
-Yes.

Do what you have to! But do it fast!

-Or it's game over!
-Yes.

Buck up. Get back to work.

Don't look, just walk.

Doshi texted me.

The deal is on.

Let's catch that fucker.