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Ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over!

Presenting the next act of the Ram Leela!

All hail Lord Ram!

Can I have some?

No, it's mine.

Get your own!

Now we'll see how Shurpanakha lost her nose!

Even Shurpanakha has arrived.

Where is Bauji, Akhanda?

He must be on his way, Rati Shankar.

What an abundant garden!

Yes, Mistress.

We'll definitely find fruit here.

Munna! For you, have fun!

Here, sir. Have a seat.

Sit, sit.

Greetings!

Shurpanakha's just come.

Go on then.

Bring the fruit...

As you command, Mistress.

These are Thakur's goons!

Take Munna and go!

You're being cocky, Tripathi.

But you've forgotten that Mirzapur has only one don:

Ajit Thakur.

I will rule Mirzapur.

Bauji, he's broken the code, attacked us in our family's presence.

Motherfucker!

Mirzapur will soon belong to the Tripathis, not the Thakurs!

How much longer?

Another two hours, Thakur sir.

Akhanda! Rati Shankar!

Let's go!

You brought this upon yourself, Ajit Thakur.

You sent your men when I was with family.

I'm just returning the favour.

Ajit Thakur is no more.

Here is the proof!

Mirzapur is now mine!

I am...

Satyanand Tripathi!

Mirzapur's new don.

I will have two successors.

Akhandanand Tripathi...

and

Munna Tripathi.

And this is...

Rati Shankar Shukla.

He's like family...

loyal.

Long live Satyanand Tripathi!

It would've been easier to just shoot him.

Fine.

Is your decision final, Sharad?

Won't you come handle the family business in Jaunpur?

Your question doesn't change and neither does my answer.

I don't want any part of this... business.

Once I'm done with my Bachelor's, I'll apply for Master's.

I want Mirzapur, Sharad.

At any cost.

You have Jaunpur. Isn't that enough?

Leave Mirzapur alone.

And Papa, forget about the scar.

How can I?!

It keeps my memory sharp.

I sent a guy to take care of Munna.

He failed, the cuntlicker.

Even though Munna is the weakest link in the Tripathi family.

You're going after the pawn.

But chess is won by killing the king.

And not on his ground.

Wait for when Akhandanand is on neutral ground.

Easy.

Come on man, drive the car.

Sharad's flight is in two hours.

Good morning, sir.

Come in, darling.

Please, sir. You could just call me Raja.

Why do you always pull my leg?

Well, it's not like you have anything else to pull.

- Is the car ready? - Yes, sir.

Alright.

Sir!

Hmm?

Ma'am, what shall I make for lunch?

Greetings bhaiya. - Greetings kaaleen.

Greetings sir.

Greetings sir, the iron is ready.

Sir, where does all this iron come from?

Homespun guns are made from the steering wheels of trucks.

Cheap and best.

Earlier, we used to use parts from cars and motorcycles.

You're in charge of quality control, Upadhay.

They shouldn't be exploding.

Yes, sir.

All these... are ready.

Show them.

Sir. The ones you gave us...

These...

These are sexier.

We don't make these.

We import them for special clients.

And, of course, for family.

Sir!

And... where do the bullets come from?

Numerous roads.

The higher the toll, the better the road.

How many guns were fired, Dikshit?

Sixty-five, sir.

And how many boxes were confiscated?

Sir, thirty-five.

The rest?

Vanished.

Bullets are just like printer cartridges.

You can buy originals, or get refills for the old ones.

The printer will work with either cartridge.

We take these used shells,

fill them with gunpowder

and cork them.

It's spanking-new.

Last month, we'd hired two new boys.

After lunch, they lit a cigarette.

And blew up.

Thank the Lord, the factory was untouched.

Maqbool, get the car.

Long live JP Yadav!

How is the Honorable Chief Minister, Mr JP Yadav?

Brother's fine.

Election season's here, so he's busy.

The opposition is investing a lot of money in Mirzapur this time around.

They'll give us a fight.

No, nothing to worry about.

All of Uttar Pradesh stands with you.

The fuck will Uttar Pradesh do for us, Tripathi?

The people of Uttar Pradesh must be on our side.

People say, politicians are greedy whores.

It's the public who are whores.

They go sleep with whoever offers them money.

Do you understand?

I do.

Well, then, where is my money?

You rule over Mirzapur, the throne of eastern Uttar Pradesh.

And you do that because the Chief Minister and I support you.

The day we snatch away that support, you'll be begging in the streets.

Mr JP Yadav, the business is not doing well.

I'm working on it.

Are you?

I'll get you the funds, don't worry.

Why would I worry?

There are many businessmen in Uttar Pradesh

...but only one Chief Minister.

Oh, Rati Shankar got in touch with me.

He called me.

Just a courtesy call.

It doesn't really involve you but I figured I'd let you know.

Come, come, Satya!

Take a look at this poster, Mr Yadav.

Got them printed for publicity.

How tall do you stand?

5'8".

How tall do you stand in the party?

Why is your picture the same size as the Chief Minister's?

I'll get it changed.

How many did you print?

20,000.

Mr Prakash, once you get them re-sized and printed, send the bill to me.

Hmm?

Come.

Okay. Greetings.

Long live JP Yadav!

East or west! JP Yadav is the best!

Maqbool. Fix a meeting with Lala.

Long live JP Yadav!

Listen.

Put my photograph on the poster too.

Right next to the Chief Minister.

The same size.

Black nail polish? Yuck!

Sis, this nail polish is for me, not everything is about boys.

Look at how it's sparkling!

And that's how you service a gun.

I don't care.

Anyway, what will I do with it?

What if you'll need to fire it to save me someday?

Go on, give it a shot.

Alright fine, don't.

Can I ask you something, Golu?

Hmm?

Should I take things forward with Guddu?

You're asking for my advice on love?

I've never even had a boyfriend.

You should try it.

Where will all this reading get you?

You gotta have some fun before marriage.

Sis, you can have all the fun for the both of us!

See ya.

Come quickly, papa.

It's your turn.

Yes, yes. I'm coming.

I'm here.

You've serviced the gun well.

My turn...

And, how's college going?

Oh, it's fine.

If there's any trouble, tell Munna bhaiya.

You girls probably see him every day.

Munna is the one causing the trouble.

He swoops down on sis all the time, wherever she goes.

Munna bhaiya will be king of Mirzapur one day.

And his bride will rule over the town.

Well, then let some other girl's fate shine.

What do I care?

And why do you keep referring to him so respectfully?

He's a roadside goon, that's all!

Radhiya!

Yes?

Munna looks tired.

Go, help him relax.

Ma'am...

He's very rough.

Like an animal,

he doesn't stop for hours.

Oh?

Please, not tonight. I can't...

Go.

Go on.

Neither your home nor mine.

Neutral ground is always best.

Lala, I want greater quantities of "silk".

Munna isn't here?

He usually comes in your place.

He's under the weather.

The elections are almost here.

I need more money.

Mr Tripathi, you already know...

silk is like diamonds.

Only by controlling the supply can you control the price.

But, we're old friends.

I'll give it a try.

Here, give me the bill.

No, no.

This... is for my daughter.

I'll take your leave now.

Precaution is wise, Lala.

Weren't you guys already dating?

Yes, but our marriage is arranged.

Don't change the subject.

I'm telling you right now.

If you don't attend my wedding, then...

Then what? You won't get married?

Yes, exactly!

Salaam, Abbu.

Yes, salaam.

Oh my, you've bought the whole market.

Abbu, this is my friend, Dimpy.

Greetings.

She lives in Mirzapur.

I asked her to help me with the shopping.

And lo behold, here she is.

Your mutton.

Thank you.

Hi, I'm RJ Surbhi on 95 Big FM.

And in the Breezy Bihari series, we've gathered the breeziest babes of Bihar.

Greetings bhaiya.

Kaaleen bhaiya,

All of Purvanchal respects you.

Maqbool, they don't respect me, they fear me.

But, that's the problem with fear.

It doesn't last.

Let's go.

Greetings, sir!

- How are you? - Fine, sir.

Been a while, hasn't it?

You know me, I always drop in when I'm passing through.

Get me some buttermilk.

Sir!

Maqbool!

We need the motherfuckers alive.

Wait.

Get them motherfuckers!

Forgive us!

Who was it?

If we give you his name, he'll kill us.

Rati Shankar sent us.

He supplied the guns and money.

He usually gives us a photo.

But everyone knows Kaaleen bhaiya.

Maqbool,

I'm leaving.

Yes, sir.

Forgive us!

I have children!

Your children will thank me

if I kill you right here.

Anyway, what will you be leaving them with?

The worst thing in the world is a father.

Don't kill me.

I'm nobody's father!

Let me...

You gave me Rati Shankar's name, didn't you?

I won't shoot you.

It looks like Rati Shankar's brain has short-circuited.

So far...

he'd been conducting guerrila attacks like a yellow-bellied cunt.

He went after Munna...

and then me.

Let's kill Rati Shankar Shukla.

He thinks we're idiots.

Munna, calm down.

Why the fuck should I?

Shut up.

Son, Rati Shankar will be ready

and waiting for us to retaliate.

We'll deal with him at the right time.

Let's bring up the matter in the next meeting, Bauji.

All the district dons will be there too.

Fuckall will happen with all your chattering.

This again?

Breathe in!

Breathe out.

Oh, and...

you need to explain the gun distribution system to Guddu and Bablu.

I'll handle the rest.

Alright, Bauji.

I'll be going. I'd just come for your advice.

You sit on Mirzapur's throne, Akhanda, not I.

Whatever decision you take, it will be the right one.

I'm leaving too.

I shouldn't have left things unfinished.

The wound is deep.

Lie down.

Here.

Greetings, Bauji.

Some water, please?

What happened, Rati Shankar?

You're looking nervous.

Loyal.

Do you think I'm your dog?

Akhanda!

Don't kill him.

Don't kill him.

He was shot in the spine.

He might be paralysed.

Maqbool.

Yes, Bauji?

How's your mother?

She'll be fine, she's in the hospital.

Maqbool Khan will always be loyal to you, Bauji.

No matter what.

Akhanda.

Bring Rati Shankar...

Rati...

Loyalty

is not a dirty word,

it's a virtue.

I give you Jaunpur.

Do not even glance

towards Mirzapur.

Akhanda.

Leave him at the border...

alive.

We were brothers, Rati Shankar.

No, we weren't, Akhanda!

We weren't.

You know this as well as I do.

And if anyone knows this better than us...

...it's Bauji. - Don't you mention Bauji!

You shot Bauji!

Do you think we'll let you get away with that?

This will remind you that you were kicked out of Mirzapur like a bloody dog.

A dog that

couldn't even be loyal.

There he is.

Has Munna arrived?

Yes, he's inside.

This is the Tripathi family.

We make guns, and control them too.

These are the distributors.

They procure guns from us, and sell them.

And most important of all,

the customer.

They buy guns from the distributors.

And who heads this entire network?

Munna Tripathi.

Sir, if you...

if you kill someone with a homespun gun, doesn't the gun get traced?

And what if you get caught?

Homespun guns don't have registration numbers.

Also, the guns are merely 1500-2000 rupees.

Whack someone and dump the gun in a ditch.

And anyway, homespun guns aren't used only to kill.

They can be used to scare people too.

Also in election rallies, for celebrating...

Like you did at that wedding the other day?

I want you to expand the gun business.

Do so, whether with brains, or brawn.

You have a free hand.

Will you be able to do it?

Yes...

Yes, why not? Of course.

Yes.

I tried really hard this time.

Did you...

Yes, of course.

Didn't you hear me?

Are you sure?

Why would I lie?

You were great.

Come in, Munna bhaiya.

What brings you to my room this morning?

Come.

Papa thinks I'm a dickhead.

That I can't handle the business.

You're not a dickhead!

I'm confident you can handle the business.

And handle it well, at that.

Your father is growing old.

Trust me, I'd know.

Sooner or later, you'll control the business.

Just be prepared, Munna bhaiya...

...for when the time comes.

Why do you call me Munna bhaiya?

Call me Munna.

After all, our relationship is also-- Alright, I'll call you Munna.

Munna.

But, don't you dare call me Mum.

How does it smell?

Ittar of rose.

There's some here too.

Sir?

Hmm?

We've rolled out eight trucks of carpet.

Alright, very good.

Sir, there was one more thing.

Yes?

We've just had a daughter, sir.

We came for your blessings.

Keep it.

What have you named her?

Sir, we've named her after your wife.

Beena.

Okay.

Harder!

Kaaleen bhaiya never lasts this long.