All language subtitles for Kennedy (2023)_track3_[eng]

My name is Uday Shetty.

I work for
the Mumbai Police Commissioner.

Six years ago, Rasheed Khan
devised a plan to kidnap me,

which was executed by
Sub-Inspector Abhijeet Kaale.

I wasn't abducted
or made to disappear by force.

I was an accomplice in this plan.

For the last six years, Rasheed Khan
and his gang of ex-cops like myself

have been involved in
extortion, murder and blackmail.

Rasheed Khan's tenure
in every city of the state

is littered with such incidents.

In six years, Rasheed Khan has
made me kill so many people

that I've lost count of them.

(intense classical music)

(music intensifies)

- (music halts)
- (car tyre screeches)

(car horn honks)

- (footsteps)
- (car door closes)

(car key jingles)

(classical music)

- (elevator dings)
- (music playing faintly)

(music stops)

(sirens blaring in the background)

- (stabs)
- (music resumes playing)

(music intensifies)

(shower running)

(music stops)

(door opens and closes)

- (elevator dings)
- (elevator door opens)

(elevator dings)

Nice jacket.

(Charlie laughs)

(intriguing music)

(music turns eerie)

(car door closes)

(AI voice) Welcome to Chauffare,
the premium cab service.

Please go online
to search for customers.

Searching for customers around you.

Client located.

(car door opens)

Charlie?

Did you book a cab?

Yes.

Mask?

Your name's Kennedy?

Yeah.

But why "Kennedy U.S."?

Aren't your uniforms
supposed to be grey?

You're wearing blue.

It's not compulsory.

(sirens in the background)

(car door opens)

How's it going, Shetty?

Where's the sanitiser?

Gotta keep one's hands clean!

Alright, let's head to Kala Ghoda.
Time to collect some money!

(jazz music)

Here's the cash.

Is that the full amount?

♪ O starry moonlight ♪

♪ O beautiful sights ♪

♪ O hummingbird
in the blooming orchard ♪

♪ Go, die! ♪

♪ O friends and mentors ♪

♪ Kings, queens, and jesters ♪

♪ Be gone, goodbye! ♪

♪ O starry moonlight
O beautiful sights ♪

♪ O hummingbird
in the blooming orchard ♪

♪ Go, die! ♪

♪ Oh friends and mentors ♪

What did she say?
How do you know her?

♪ Be gone, goodbye! ♪

♪ Over a morsel of meat ♪

♪ Slogging for two square meals ♪

♪ Over a morsel of meat ♪

♪ Slogging for two square meals ♪

♪ My beloved has been slaughtered ♪

♪ My beloved ♪

♪ has been slaughtered ♪

How much is it?

The usual, sir.

♪ O idols of silver ♪

♪ O seats of power ♪

♪ O idols of silver,
O seats of power ♪

♪ O highest of peaks
from earth to sky ♪

♪ Fall and crumble! ♪

Didn't the boss call you?

There's a lockdown on.
We have many mouths to feed!

Look at the scant crowd, sir.

The rules prohibit us
from operating beyond 30% capacity.

One tiny slip-up,
and we'll get busted.

A few days ago, someone shot
a video inside Trinity club.

The owner was arrested and fined.

That man is finished, sir!

♪ Slogging for two square meals ♪

♪ Over a morsel of meat ♪

♪ Slogging for two square meals ♪

♪ My beloved has been slaughtered ♪

♪ My beloved ♪

♪ has been slaughtered ♪

(Rasheed Khan) This pandemic has been
more than a windfall for you, sir:

It's been a full-on cloudburst!

Now spare a thought
for us small fries.

Your home is in Maharashtra.

Your laboratory is here too.

This is where you live,
make your money,

where you host your fancy parties.

Every time the world
has been gripped by disease,

you've made a killing
with your vaccines!

(Man) Did you send a car for Madam?

Yes, sir. She'll meet you directly
at the airport's private entrance.

Are you listening to me,
or talking to someone else?

I'm here.

Look, if you want...

we can keep the state happy
without the centre finding out.

After all, you control
the means of production.

Listen, commissioner.

I'm in touch with the Chief Minister
and the Central Health Ministry

and the Supremo in Delhi, personally.

Whatever it is,
is between them.

So don't even try to extort money
using the circumstances.

Motherfucker hung up on me!

Oh man...

this lockdown has
really screwed us over.

Do you know what
our monthly collection target is?

If the clubs, restaurants and bars
hadn't reopened, we'd be fucked.

Every single day,
from Mumbai alone,

we have to collect at least
3 to 5 million rupees,

or else we're finished.

I'll be fucking suspended again!

Kaale.

Any news of Saleem?

He pretends to be a tiger,
but he's really a pussy!

He doesn't have the guts
to return to Mumbai.

He only sneaks in
to attend funerals.

Last I heard, he was in Lesbian,

in Portugal.

(melancholic music)

Recall your kill count!

Recount how you relished it?

(voices overlapping)

(voices continue overlapping)

(bomb explodes)

Open the passage to Bandra,
two ambulances are approaching.

Patrol car needed in Dadar
for crowd-control.

Crowding in containment zone,
sent patrol car to Dadar.

(car door shuts)

(scanner beeps)

(footsteps)

Recall your kill count!

(door opens)

Recount how you relished it?

(door closes)

(thuds)

What price did you put
to each corpse!

How much did you earn?

(tap running)

(drawer pulls out)

(drawer closes)

Who is she?

Wait a minute.

I live here.

Lower your mask.

Flat number?

2503.

OK. Priya, let her pass.

- Did forensics check the body?
- Yes, sir. They told us to take it.

(Charlie mumbles)

Go!

- (elevator dings)
- (elevator door opens)

(Kaale exclaims)

You seem to follow me everywhere!

- Do you live here?
- (Charlie giggles)

Is that your flat?

Myself, Sub-Inspector Kaale.

You weren't home last night?

I know, but I have to ask...
It's protocol.

(laughs)

I want a drink.
Do you want one?

(both laugh)

You're not from India, are you?

I'm Indian.
Is that not enough?

- Has there been a burglary?
- No...

A murder.

(laughs harder)

Who died?

Your upstairs neighbour.

You're on the 25th floor, East,
he was on the 26th floor, West.

Right above you.

Shinde, do you read me?
We need three hospital beds midtown.

Three patients, no beds.
Shinde, are you there?

There are three beds in Worli.
They can be shifted there.

Check all their details first.

No one should get
preferential treatment.

COVID rules must be followed strictly.

(faint train passing)

(train horn)

Don't stand out there!

I told you to come early.
Can't you ever be on time?

I'm here,
that's not enough for you?

(distant train horn)

Why are you being so mean, Akbar?

You know how pissed I get
when you make me wait!

My mother held me up.

I concocted an excuse to escape.

(Akbar pants)

Akbar?

Will you take me shopping?

- Huh, Akbar?
- Yes.

Will you take me to the mall?

Akbar.

The last time we fought,

whose fault was it, baby?

Mine.

You'll take me shopping, right?

(eerie music)

Akbar?

- (both moan in pleasure)
- (gun cocks)

If you come,

you're gone.

Didn't your parents tell you
to always wear a mask?

You're Saleem's nephew, right?

Tell his family,

Uday Shetty says "Salaam".

(gun fires)

(Chandan) Did you ask his name
before killing him?

Do you even know
why you killed him?

Hey, Rambo!

Killing Akbar won't get you Saleem.

(door creaks shut)

(birds chirping)

(temple bell rings)

(car tyre screeches)

- (car stops)
- (car door opens)

(dogs barking)

Get in,
or I'll blow your brains out!

Here, Shetty.
Speak to the boss.

Hello.

So, officially, now...
you're dead.

We'll figure out
how to deal with that.

As for Saleem...

I'll bring him to you.

OK?

Aditi!

Oh sorry, you're in class.

I'm going out.
Shall I get you something to eat?

(foreboding music)

(mouse clicks)

(Aditi) Listen!
She just went out.

Do you want to see 'Dune'?

Not at the cinema, silly!
I downloaded it.

(music turns upbeat)

♪ They say Mumbai is
where lies the crown ♪

♪ I look for the king,
he's nowhere to be found ♪

♪ I'm an atheist,
a pariah in this town ♪

♪ A deep and murky ocean,
Gotta try not to drown ♪

♪ The roads ain't wide
Bad boys out for a ride ♪

♪ Hot blood, instant rage
Cause a riot everyday ♪

♪ When I'm flat broke,
I eye everyone's cash ♪

♪ But try to rip me off
and you'll get thrashed ♪

Coconut chicken gravy
for the tenant upstairs!

♪ Didn't ask many questions
but got tons of replies ♪

♪ Fake, fancy fuck-wits
living fake, fancy lives ♪

♪ We weren't born equal
but we're all gonna die ♪

♪ Blood, sweat, cash, fame,
it's either that or jail ♪

♪ Deathly silence reigns
as terror spreads its veil ♪

♪ Asked for a little peace,
false hopes are all I got ♪

♪ Resigned from the world
hundred times, but it forgot ♪

♪ You've seen my bright days ♪

♪ Now witness my darkest nights ♪

♪ You've seen my bright days ♪

♪ Now witness my darkest nights ♪

Kennedy bro, what do you
keep looking for under the car?

No one is going to plant a bomb here!

♪ You think you're Van Gogh?
Get lost, you're whack, bro ♪

♪ Taking buses all night,
this is my daily plight ♪

♪ Nights spin out of control
as desperation pours ♪

♪ If you let go of my hand
I'd be a broken man ♪

♪ This is the Mumbai story,
everybody is against me ♪

♪ Hundred sins on my head
Nothing can save me ♪

♪ Surrounded by snakes
Even my breath aches ♪

♪ Don't sting where I'm hurt
Poke my wounds as I shake ♪

♪ Black rocks strewn across
the shores of the river ♪

♪ Black is my heart,
Like a rotten, black sewer ♪

♪ It washes up with corpses
crawling with vermin ♪

♪ Vengeful spirits rising,
you better save your skin ♪

♪ Those with no eyes
are selling you a vision ♪

♪ They're out for your blood
but keep winning elections ♪

♪ The crooks you worship
don't care for your needs ♪

♪ They keep getting richer
as your city bleeds ♪

You killed Saleem's nephew
in the ghetto?

No.

No.

If you did kill him,
it's going to get ugly.

If Saleem retaliates,

I can't protect you.

Did Saleem call?

You think that wimp
would dare to call?

God knows where he's hiding.

Kenya or Malaysia,
I bet even he doesn't know!

You said he's in Portugal.

If he's not sure where he is,
how can I be?

Did you speak to your family?

Your wife?

And your daughter?

She thinks I'm dead.

While the central government
has taken on responsibility

of distributing vaccines
to the states,

Turn it off!

Give me the remote!

If I'm dropped as commissioner,
you'll all go down with me.

Let that sink into your heads!

Bars and restaurants have reopened.
Why aren't targets being met?

Kaale?

It's the 50% occupancy rule...

everyone's finances are scarce.

How is that my concern?

Don't they want to
get back to business after lockdown?

Or have they forgotten
how to make money?

People are dining out
at restaurants, partying...

and doing business too.

Somebody must be getting richer
despite the lockdown, right?

My tenure lasts two years

and 15 months are already past!

This virus has fucked us
in the ass!

I haven't even recovered
the bribe I paid for this post.

Sir, construction sites are on hold.

A builder refused to pay, said:
Kill me, if you're so desperate.

Then why didn't you, fucker?

It would've set an example.

Sir, all businesses
have moved online.

The top food delivery app's CEO

operates from the
National Capital Region.

The other delivery apps are
headquartered in Bangalore.

While Uncle Amazon is building
a rocket to the moon!

As for Mumbai...

only Big Papa rules here.

For us, he's out of bounds.

But not for you, sir.

(tense music)

Uday, I need a car.

A stolen car.

Rigged with explosives.

But don't activate them.

It should just be enough
to create a scare.

That's all.

Where do I leave the car?

I'll tell you once you have it.

(car door closes)

No one can dare threaten Big Papa,

not under my watch.

No, but...

we received intelligence
on a possible terror attempt.

The thing is,

if the media finds out,
it will be embarrassing for us,

and Big Papa would appear weak.

The day Rasheed gets caught,

he'll pin everything on you
and escape.

Are you taking notes?

If you listened to me before,
you wouldn't be in the pits.

Believe me,

Rasheed won't get you Saleem,
not in this lifetime.

He just dangles him
like a carrot in front of you.

And you're the carrot
he baits Saleem with.

You both think you're tigers,
but you're actually rabbits.

Speaking of carrots,

The best carrot halwa
is made in Delhi.

Because India's sweetest carrots

grow in the
central corridors of power.

News Media has been well fed!

Which fucker told you
that Uday Shetty's alive?

I know for a fact
that you killed him.

Either that,
or you got him killed.

If he was alive,
wouldn't I know?

(Saleem) Listen, the man
who killed my nephew,

sent me Uday Shetty's "Salaam".

If he's really dead,
as you claim,

it must be another cop
who killed him, right?

Besides, no policeman gave a shit
about Shetty, except you!

I ask you for one favour,
will you do it or not?

Favours have to be traded.

Bring me Uday Shetty,

and I'll make a threat call
to Big Papa.

Saleem, my dear...

what you're asking for
will take time.

My work is urgent.

The threat must go out today.

The timing is crucial.

You could find him in seconds
if you wanted to.

So you won't make the call?

Listen, fucker.

Whatever hole you're hiding in,
I'll find you and yank you out.

Why bother?

Just say so,
and I'll come see you myself.

Come on Saleem,
don't fuck with me, man.

Can't you make one call?

We'll split whatever money I make.

Only pussies make threats
on a phone call.

I'll send my messenger
on a motorbike,

with a bomb to make the threat.

But only if you find me Uday Shetty.

And if he's dead, like you say...

then send me the address to
the motherfucker's grave!

(traffic bustling)

(vehicles honking)

- (people talking)
- (footsteps)

Only five minutes are left.

Place your bets quickly!

- Yes, tell me.
- Hello? Excuse me, sir?

How much are you betting?
Done, no problem.

Inspector, you're here?

What have I done now?

You restarted the
betting business?

No, sir!

I only do legal betting now.

We do 20-20, only Fantasy Sports.

I swear to God!

I need your car.

Again?

S-Sir...

Want to rot in prison again?

No, sir.

No, sir,
it's the least I can do for you!

- Give me the keys.
- They're at home.

I'll bring you the car
at our usual place, Sir.

I promise...

I promise, sir.

I'll get it for you...

I'll get it for you.

(suspenseful music)

So officially now, you're dead.

We just cremated Adi.
His body was in shreds.

Our families bear the
consequences of our actions.

It weighs on one's conscience.

I'll get you Saleem.

- How's the ice-cream?
- I want a milkshake!

A milkshake too?

And the ice-cream?

(explosion)

(timer beeps)

(music turns intriguing)

- (car door closes)
- (key jingles)

Sir?

This time...

how long will you keep my car?

(car door opens and closes)

(car door shuts)

(door clicks, shuts)

(music elevates)

(car unlocks)

- (music stops)
- (door clicks)

(car door closes)

(AI voice) Welcome to Chauffare,
the premium cab service.

You have one pop-up message.

Did I leave my phone
in your cab?

Which phone
are you texting from?

Can you pick me up from
where you dropped me yesterday?

(Rasheed Khan) Answer the phone, Uday!

Uday.
You need to make an airport drop.

We fly out tonight.

Hide out in the neighbouring state,

until your party
is voted out of power.

After which, you return...

and reclaim your lost constituency.

Plus, you get...

one billion.

You can live the dream,
retire in peace!

Right?

And your son...

his dream project,

the bar he wants to open,
help him do it.

I don't trust the Supremo at all!

He has manipulated every other
state government before us,

to his benefit alone.

And we end up becoming
his servile mouthpiece.

All elected MPs
are rendered impotent,

unable to face
their own constituents.

We become his silent monkeys!

But a cash-rich silent monkey!

Because, there is no way to make money
with your party in power.

Your Chief Minister has altered
the party's core itself.

But at least he lets us
exercise our power!

That's true, sir...

but that power hangs by a thread,

and the Supremo holds the strings.

The Centre can bring us down
anytime they want.

Our state cabinet is a lame duck.

A mere puppet.

I don't care if they pull strings
or bring us down.

My loyalty is to my State.
I won't betray the people's mandate,

whether we stay in power or not.

I empathise with your position.

You do what you must.

Sir...

tell me something.

Who do you think
runs this country?

The governments?

No, sir.

The governments are lapdogs

on the leash of
their billionaire masters.

See those hoardings.

There.

And there.

You see?

They control everything.
Electrical power, telecom,

water supplies,
the entire news media.

Petroleum.

The plush beds we sleep in,
the tables we eat on...

they even build the commodes
we take a shit in!

Airplanes, airports,
hotels and hospitality.

The very air we breathe
has been mortgaged to the Big Papas.

Soon, they'll start selling
what we produce, back to us.

And besides,

most crucially:

Big Papa doesn't support
the party in the state.

Excuse me?

Please stop the car on the left.

Fine, think it over and tell me.

Call me if you change your mind.

Please return this money.

No, please keep it.

It's just a gift.
No strings attached. Keep it.

Absolutely not!

My integrity isn't up for sale.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

Can you shut off the integrity?

I mean, the air conditioner!

(lighter clicks)

Do you speak our language?

Marathi!
Do you speak Marathi?

No.

Which state are you from?

Karnataka.

You're a Southie?

Matunga!

Stache-twirling,
hip-shaking folks!

- (laughs)
- (ringtone plays)

Yeah, tell me.

No.

(clicks tongue)

No, the old man refused to budge.

I tried everything.

If he informs the Chief Minister
before we execute the plan,

we're fucked!

And they will retain the state.

Don't hold me responsible then.

I did my best.

Where have we reached?

We're at the airport.

So the old man did not go?

He got off midway.

His phone is off.

Put him to sleep tonight.

And once the job is done,

take his phone and get rid of it.

(train horn)

(quirky music)

- (music intensifies)
- (train passing)

Lying lips

Bloodthirsty eyes

Cold-blooded Zombies,
a city terrified

Come twilight

Business of illusions is rife

In the dead of night

Darkness is clear in sight

(boy) Awesome pick-up, bro!

Get an Agusta.

It's even better.
We'll go on rides every night.

My old man won't let me.

He won't refuse you a bike!

The man has a saint-complex.

Forget the fancy motorbike,
I'd be lucky if he buys me a bicycle!

(bike revs)

I'm off.

See you.

(bike engine starts)

(man) No means no!

(boy) Papa, please!

Am I asking for your land?

You say no for everything.
I'm just asking for a bike.

Swapnil's dad is a lowly cop.
Even he bought him a motorbike.

Doesn't it cost a million?

We can pay in instalments.
Come on, Papa!

Harsh.

Get yourself a job.

Make your own money
and buy that million rupee bike,

or else kill us all,
sell the house and buy it!

I don't have that kind of money.

And if you did,
you'd buy it for me?

Fuck it, Dad.

You're hopeless.

Why do you talk like that?

(door shuts)

- Ignore him. Let's eat.
- No. I've lost my appetite.

Hey, move aside!
The brakes aren't working!

(bike stops)

No brake.

What's your problem?

Are we untouchables?

You aren't wearing masks.

So? We're here to eat.

What kind of moron
eats through a mask?

(laughs mockingly)

This moron eats through it.

What's your name?

Can you make it quick?

Hey motherfucker,
he asked for your name.

Take that off!

Sanjay Prabhavi.

Man, don't be gross!

Sanjay!

It's fine, sirs.
Don't wear a mask.

Did you clap, asshole?

Did you bang plates
on your balcony?

Lit candles for the health workers
saving our lives from COVID?

Speak up!

Bloody traitor!

Yes, I did all of that.

Prove it.

Show us a video.

I think it got deleted.

Hey, fucker!

Do you take us for fools?

Did you cheer for them?

He seems like a liberal,
wearing his mask too!

Double layered!
Like a veiled bride!

Show him our video.

Look at this.

Show him ours.

We have proof!

We're patriots,
not selfish like you!

Zoom in a bit.

(light, curious melody)

(footsteps)

(man struggling)

(door opens)

Harsh, what are you doing?
I'm your mother!

(objects clattering)

No for a bat, no for a cycle,
no for a motorbike!

What's the point of
being a big-shot's son!

What did Papa say?

"Kill us all and sell the house!"

Now die!

Die, bitch!

It's all mine now.

What are you doing?

(man shouting)

(man continues shouting)

- (man screams)
- (body thuds)

- (hits)
- (body falls)

(hits repeatedly)

(pan drops on the floor)

(man) It felt so good.
Look at this here.

(speaking in the background)

Look at us feeding the poor!

Your turn now!

Hurry up.

It got deleted.

Self-righteous prick!
Show us how great...

- What's the word?
- 'Grateful'.

Yes, prove your gratefulness!

- (gunshots)
- (body falls)

(gunshot)

(music elevates)

(silenced gunshot)

(music rises)

(loud explosion)

(music stops)

Old-fashioned watch!

An HMT, eh?

Who wears these anymore?

Teachers.

Professors.

Activists.

You must feel like shit, right?

So many kills in one night!

Well, someone must do the killings,
for Rasheed Khan to make money.

He paid a bribe of two billion
to become the commissioner,

while his son-in-law works
in the central government.

Remember when we first met?

It was Rasheed Khan who brought you.

And ever since...

Saleem has disappeared.

Uncanny, isn't it?

(door bell rings)

You have a visitor.

(intriguing music)

Wonder what they
come here seeking.

They won't find any answers.

Do we know each other?

Did you even know my name?

- Had we met before?
- No.

He meets no one.

And he doesn't talk either.
I'm the only guy who talks here!

I did all that was asked of me.

Why, then?

The commissioner must've called.
Usually, he gets calls...

Who called you?

Who called you?

Ah, there he goes.

It's always the same question
that has no answer.

The circle of life and death.

Accept your fate and move on.

There's a pandemic raging outside.

We're totally unprepared.
The second wave has started.

We're doomed.

Tons of graves shall be dug
and pyres shall be lit.

Consider yourself lucky!

(door shuts)

Who gave you this iPhone?

What phone?

- Whose iPhone is this?
- It's mine.

Where did you get it from?

You looked into my bag?

Where did you get it from?

You always spy on me!

For the third time,
how did you get an iPhone?

My friends gifted it to me.

You expect me to believe that?

Unlock it now!

At least they care for me!

The entire class pooled in
and bought it for me.

Aditi!

Go ahead, hit me!

You can't be a good mom,
let alone be my friend!

This is my room,
my bag, and my phone!

So don't look into my things!

(door opens and closes)

(warm, uplifting melody)

Young man!

I live upstairs.
My doorbell isn't working.

- Can you fix it?
- Sure.

It just doesn't ring!

Aditi!

Yes, mom?

Did you finish the pudding?

(music continues)

Yes mom!

I'll make more tomorrow.

(music fades)

A blast at a top 5-star hotel,
what was the intelligence unit doing?

Are we under terrorist threat again?

We're investigating. We were taken
by surprise, but we'll find out.

There are rumours that
this blast was just a warning.

If so, who was it for?

The Modemar Hotel, the city of Mumbai
or the government?

Who gave you this information?

- You just received a text, right?
- (camera shutter clicks)

Show me your phone.

You can't just look into my phone.

Take her phone.

You cannot do that!

This is against press freedom!

Don't touch me!

(commotion)

You can't do this!

This is not done!
You got this footage, right?

(Reporter) Here's the number plate
of the car carrying the bomb.

The bomb-squad found RDX there.

R-D-X! The deadly 'Black Soap'!

The explosive that was used
by our hostile neighbour country

and by their pet terrorist,
Bollywood's old pal

Dawood Ibrahim, who used it

Play some music, please.

in the '93 Bombay Bomb Blasts.

A night of violence.

The local MLA found dead.

Whole family massacred.

Bomb blast and massacre
in one night.

Why don't you answer your phone?

It was on silent mode.

I had clearly told you
not to activate the bomb.

You were to wait for my orders!

I told you to just find a car
and inform me.

Yes sir, I have the car.

I've parked it at Modemar Hotel.

Have you fucking lost it, Uday,
or are you fucking with me?

Wake the fuck up!

The car at Modemar exploded.

(music rises)

Watch the news, idiot!

Yes, I rigged it with a bomb.

You rigged it with RDX!

You asked me to rig it
with explosives...

(tense music)

I told you not to make a bomb!

You said not to activate it.

Fine, if you didn't activate it,
how did it explode?

What a fucking mess you've made!

And you better keep your phone on!

Sir...

Saleem?

Saleem's hiding in my ass.
Come pull him out!

And what did you do
at the old man's house?

You massacred his entire family?

Left no witnesses,
like you taught me.

What are you, motherfucker?

A raging monster!

In one night,
you've fucked the police so bad,

our asses will bleed
through this whole thing,

and the Home Minister
won't let them heal.

Now hang up, you fuckwit!

All these old bacteria and viruses

are going to come back.
One by one.

All organisms that were buried
during the Ice Age shall resurface.

Just wait and watch,
this is only the beginning.

Everyone will have to
wear a mask 24x7.

Only Marvel superheroes
and Prime Ministers

will be allowed to
remove their masks.

How do you release
the anger within you?

We weren't prepared for this.

We were hunters and gatherers.

Now, we are shoppers.
We roam around in malls.

We sit in concrete malls
and eat organic food there.

Who will grow that
fucking organic food?

There'll come a time when
we'll be hiring others

to take a shit for us.
Just wait and watch.

I can't keep messaging
you on the app.

This is my number:

9372666...

Changing the music
won't change anything!

Music will not save the world!

♪ Lockdown's emptied the usual
hangouts ♪

♪ Low on cash, I gotta change
my mind ♪

♪ My own hood doesn't look like mine ♪

(agent) You get a golden visa with a
minimum investment of 40 million.

And in 7 years, you get
a European Union passport.

And if not that,
there's Cyprus of course.

Malta will be more expensive.

Flights are shut everywhere.

If you still want to go,
you'll have to take connecting flights.

They'll do a Covid test in transit.

You must be vaccinated, right?

♪ Gimme a quick fix ♪

♪ Gimme a quick fix ♪

♪ Out here in the mix ♪

♪ I turn into ashes ♪

♪ My eyes close but I can't sleep ♪

♪ I've lost all belief ♪

♪ I see through human beings ♪

♪ Can't stand their hypocrisy ♪

♪ Gimme a quick fix ♪

♪ Out here in the mix ♪

♪ I turn into ashes ♪

♪ My eyes close but I can't sleep ♪

♪ I've lost all belief ♪

♪ I see through human beings ♪

♪ Can't stand their hypocrisy ♪

♪ All the broken clouds
in the sky have a party ♪

♪ Don't be sad my heart
It's time to dance free ♪

♪ The worst has already come to be ♪

♪ Now nothing else scares me ♪

♪ Nothing else scares me ♪

♪ The worst has come to be ♪

♪ The infant weeping at his
mother's corpse ♪

♪ Has wept and gone to sleep ♪

♪ Gimme a quick fix ♪

♪ Out here in the mix ♪

28

29

♪ I've lost all belief ♪

♪ I see through human beings ♪

Drink.

Smoke.

Shetty!

Fucker!
How did the bomb explode?

It just went off.

How?

Did it pop by itself?

No clue.

You didn't even change
the car's number plate!

I just parked the car
to use it later.

OK, forget that.

Whose car was it?

A former bookie.

I saved his ass twice.

So he lends me his car,
no questions asked.

Every news channel
is flashing that number plate.

We went to the bookie's house
to find him.

He's gone underground.
His wife says a cop took his car.

A cop?

It's me who took the car.

Are you dumb?

To the bookie,
you're still a cop!

If he's caught,

you'll be exposed.

And if that happens,
we're all screwed.

We'll have to resurrect you,
and kill you again!!

Goddamnit!

(lighter flicks)

That bookie is underground.

Pull him out of his hole!

Warm the food,
and make sure he eats properly.

Alright?

I'm counting on you.

(foreboding music)

Each Covid test costs 1500 rupees.

And there's a long waitlist
for the vaccine.

The landlord is threatening
to evict us.

Three of my friends left
on foot for the village.

Only two reached.

Do you never dream of
saving anyone?

Or do you not find
anyone worth saving?

We don't have the money
to survive this pandemic.

(notification dings)

I know what you did that night!

I live right below.

The bag you were carrying...

- Everything alright?
- Yes.

- Did the police come home?
- No.

Thank God.

Take that with you.

God save me!

- Be careful.
- Yes, sir.

- (man screams)
- (objects clatter)

(running footsteps)

(man yells)

- (screams in fear)
- (objects thud)

(yells)

My God!

No!

No!

- (man screams)
- (body thuds with a bang)

(screams)

My life's already so fucked, sir!

Where are you taking me?
How much money do you want?

(car door closes)

(car stops)

(car door opens)

Where is he?

(door shuts)

- Get out, fucker!
- No, Sir.

You told your wife
to call the crime branch?

Is that right?

I freaked out, seeing the news...

Gag him!

No! Please let me go!

Your wife really screwed things up.

I hid in my garage...

Making phone calls.

Sly fucker!

We were investigating, you moron!

You were at no risk,
you wouldn't even be traced.

But your wife.

Your stupid wife...

she told the whole damn world

about who took the car!

When you're in such deep shit,
you have only two roads ahead,

either you get caught by the cops
and rot in jail...

or you panic...

and kill yourself!

- (muffled screams)
- (body drops in water)

Good fucking riddance!

Give me a cigarette.

(lighter clicks)

I don't bloody understand
what the boss is trying to do.

He wanted to fuck with the man

who has our country's ass
bouncing on his dick.

But what was his plan?

To extort money from Big Papa
by faking a terrorist threat.

But, Saleem refused
to make the call.

And then you blasted a car
up the boss' ass!

He has a room permanently booked
at the Modemar.

You know who really owns
the Modemar Hotel, right?

I'm sure you know who it is.

This guy...

wipe his home and office clean.

Leave no trace of evidence.

(intriguing music)

Now go, disappear.

(car door closes)

To extort money from Big Papa
by faking a terrorist threat.

But, Saleem refused
to make the call.

He was in Lesbian.

I'll bring Saleem to you.

Rasheed won't get you Saleem.

I'll find out, I promise.

Saleem refused to make the call.

Believe me.

Rasheed Khan got you there.

- Ever since, Saleem disappeared.
- I'll bring Saleem to you.

Saleem refused to make the call.

(laughs)

- Where's the key?
- In the bag.

(key jingles)

(both laugh)

Welcome home, boys!

- (door shuts)
- (laughs)

(man screams)

Motherfucker!

Who are you?

Tell me who you are!

Who do you think you are?

You plan to tell my wife?
Want to blackmail me?

Go fuck yourself, asshole!

My wife knows everything.

Moron!

What's your name?

Just tell me your name!

Then I'll tell you who I am!

- (body thuds)
- (laughs harder)

What do you want?

Whiskey?

Why did you message me?

I live right below.

A cop visited my house...

to investigate the murder.

The CCTV cameras
weren't working that night.

I asked them, what happened?

They told me and then
asked me about the murder.

But I told them nothing!

Was it Kaale?

Open up your arms. Open up!

Do it.

I won't bite.

Did you know the name
of the guy you killed?

Kabir.

He was my boyfriend.

Why did you kill him?

The bag you were carrying,
was mine.

The house I live in,

he bought for me.

His divorce wasn't final yet.

So we lived in separate apartments.

It was Rasheed Khan, right?

He asked you to kill him?

How do you know Rasheed Khan?

Kabir had a restaurant for which,

he needed a police permit.

And in return, Rasheed Khan wanted...

Kabir.

Seriously.

You don't deserve Charlie.

Look at her.

And look at yourself.

You know, a man should always
fuck within his league.

Right?

Let's cut a deal.
Make a choice:

Restaurant or Charlie.

The price is 10 million.

Sir...

Fine.

Never mind.

- (glass clinks)
- (Rasheed clears throat)

Just forget about Charlie. OK?

Focus on your restaurant.

Look, buddy...

you can share,

but I can't.

I'm like a possessive landlord.

I like to own.

Show me your phone.

- Take out your phone!
- My phone?

Charlie's number...

delete it.

Hey, dickhead!

Charlie's number is stored there,
right?

Delete it!

Motherfucker, don't you get
what I'm saying?

Deleted.

Really? Show me.

Now, delete it from your memory too.

You remember Charlie's number, right?

Delete it from your memory.

- Motherfucker!
- (gun cocks)

Delete it from your memory,
or I'll delete your fucking brain.

Tell me her number.

93...

Motherfucker!

You still remember it!

Delete it, now!

Take a breath, and delete it.
Nice and easy.

He's never going to let me go.

And you need your restaurant back.

Charlie listen,
it's not that easy!

- What about you?
- Leave me to me!

I'll figure it out.

And do you know what?

Maybe you shouldn't have sent me
to that pig in the first place!

- Listen, I'm sorry...
- Stop whining!

And stop saying you're sorry
all the time!

Just give him the money!

- And where do I find this money?
- I don't know, take our savings!

Get your restaurant back, sell it.

And then I want to go back home,
to Vancouver!

And now, Kabir's dead.

And I'm asking for help
from the guy who killed him.

You see the irony?

Rasheed's always on his phone, right?

All the fucking time.

Has he ever spoken to Saleem
in front of you?

(laughs)

You really have no empathy,
do you!

Did you not hear anything I just...

Has he ever spoken to Saleem
in front of you?

Saleem Kattawala and the baldie,

are like me and my loneliness...

Always in conversation.

(intriguing music)

(Bookie's wife) My husband's business
was completely legal.

But the crime branch
constantly hounded him.

- They used his car twice before.
- (camera shutter clicks)

The car was returned intact
both times, so he complied again.

But when he saw the number-plate
on TV after the blast,

he got frightened.

And hid in our old garage.

Madam Minister,
could the police be involved in this?

The bookie's body
was found in a creek.

His hands were tied.

The driver who brought him food,

was found dead in the garage.

This definitely isn't suicide.

And if any police involvement
is found,

they will be investigated,
I assure you.

The culprits shall be punished.

Thank you.

What the fuck is this?

- What's this?
- What?

Throw that drink away!

And in this horrific way,

a financial consultant from Dadar...

Where's Uday?

Find him now.

Or else instead of Uday,
I'll kill you.

Hand it over.

I'll take it, you go.

Rasheed.

Please sit.

Care for some tea?

These days,
we only drink tea, ma'am!

Queues at wine shops are so long,

most people end up thirsty.

As long as you are not thirsty.

Are you?

(spoons clink)

You were appointed
by the previous government.

We all know why.

Rasheed, I just need to know
if you are loyal to us,

to your post,

or to the previous government.

First the blast, then the killings
of the bookie and his driver.

People are concerned!

We have concrete evidence,
as I said.

We have CCTV footage of a man
getting into a vehicle at Kala Ghoda.

and we also have footage
of the same man,

parking the said SUV
at Modemar Hotel,

just three to four hours
prior to the blast.

(intriguing music)

(man speaking on TV)

(tempo rises and drops)

Look how the body
was found at the creek,

with his hands tied behind his back!

Now think about this,

how could the victim have
gagged himself?

(faucet squeaks)

(bookie's muffled cries)

Should I ungag him?

Just assume that your death
was a sacrifice for the greater good.

Now move aside.

Don't obstruct the God of Death.

He has more to kill.

(mobile phone rings)

Hello.

Kennedy?
I need you.

I really fucking need you!

(phone beeps)

Fuck! Fucking ass.

He hung up.

If he won't come to save you,

then we don't need you alive.

(telephone ringing)

Hello.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Alright. I'm coming.

- How much is it?
- About 1.4 million.

Sir, we have a limit
on daily cash deposits.

Is this a new rule?

No, it's not a government rule,
but it's our bank's policy.

The total cash is 1.4 million?

Don't worry, sir.
We'll take care of it.

Take down his ID
and make the deposit.

I'll approve it.

But ma'am, the deposit
is for a third party account.

Plus he has no proper ID.

Sir, without a valid Government ID,

such a large cash deposit
is impossible.

All I have...

is this.

A driving license is not a valid ID.

Excuse me, ma'am.

It says, "Father: Deceased."

What's your full name?

Uday Shetty.

I'll have to call the account holder.

The name corresponds,
but the system says 'deceased'.

And besides, you have no proof
that you are the same person.

This is a joint account
held by my daughter with her mother.

Her mother has marked me
as deceased everywhere...

from her school admission forms
to her passport.

If you ask her,
she'll say the same thing...

that I'm dead.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing we can do to help.

(subtle, mysterious music)

Listen up, folks

Hold your breath

The climax isn't far ahead

A death-wish upon my lips

Life hangs by a thread

They say life is a game of treason

Winners to the palace,
losers to the prison

Tell me if you too
have something at stake

Because the salt of your life
makes my wounds ache

All my days were spent in pain

Hanging on to the doors
of a speeding train

My suffering is akin
to those miserable souls

Who for their kids' sake
turn into grisly ghosts

Who turn into evidence
that the city must erase

Whose bodies are auctioned
at the square

Aliens in a country
that was once theirs

Unwelcome in their own home

Trapped in a twilight zone

You tell me:

Were you bored,
or was it fun too?

Did we satisfy the voyeur in you?

As the streets burned,
did you get a good view?

♪ Shed a tear, pour your grief ♪

♪ Into this lake of dumped memories ♪

♪ Warm your hands on the pyre of joy ♪

♪ It's a long road ahead, oh boy ♪

♪ Do you even know
what is it you seek? ♪

♪ Life races past,
no brakes on my wheels ♪

♪ Caught between the devil
and the deep sea ♪

♪ Unending pain,
no time to heal ♪

♪ Shed a tear, pour your grief ♪

♪ Into this lake of dumped memories ♪

♪ Warm your hands on the pyre of joy ♪

♪ It's a long road ahead, oh boy ♪

♪ Do you even know
what is it you seek? ♪

♪ Life races past,
no brakes on my wheels ♪

♪ Caught between the devil
and the deep sea ♪

♪ Unending pain,
no time to heal ♪

People often come up with
reasons why

Despite no sorrows they must cry

Visit the bereaved with teary eyes

Relieve their sobs into
empty sighs

It's obvious you're a cheat

Your eyes pour with deceit

I gasp for breath,
my pulse is weak

Jaded dreams have extinguished

Young eyes that once shone bright

Like the demon Ifrit
sucks life out of a child

Those living by day
were dead by night

My inbox is a graveyard of the weary

Whose screams were muffled by sleep

A graveyard as vast
as the Arabian Sea

- Where is Shetty?
- I don't know.

I saw him enter the building.

He didn't come here.

♪ Life races past,
no brakes on my brakes ♪

Keep the door shut.

What did he say?
Where's Shetty?

♪ warm your hands on the pyre of joy ♪

♪ It's a long road ahead, oh boy ♪

♪ Do you even know
what is it you seek? ♪

♪ Life races past,
no brakes on my wheels ♪

♪ Caught between the devil
and the deep sea ♪

♪ Unending pain,
no time to heal ♪

I demand to know,
who robbed them of life?

Who is accused,
where does the blame lie?

Are we destined to live,
or repeatedly die trying?

They say the sea
was raised on salt

And that rascal
was raised on assaults

It's a world where killers thrive

To live king-size
they lynch us alive

My breath is buried under a rock

But from my chest
springs the tree of life

I may not have breathed my last,

But I know the gasp
of the last breath

That echoes day and night,
seeping into all of being

I want to string
all the last breaths in history

And turn them into a melody

That crowds can sway to
wielding naked swords

That plays to the beat
of the spoilt despot

(footsteps)

(panting)

(mobile phone rings)

Hello.

(Rasheed Khan) Kaale?

Where's Uday?

He entered the building...

but didn't go to Charlie.

The seal of the flat upstairs
is broken.

And...

the door was open, too.

He's not here either.

Weren't you following him?

I'll call you back, sir.

(dial tone beeps)

- (running footsteps)
- (knife slashes, Kaale yells)

- (gunshots)
- (bullet shells fall)

(panting)

Hey, Shetty!

Yes, Kaale?

- (gunshot)
- (Kaale screams)

Shetty.

Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- (stabs, blood sputters)
- (Kaale screams in agony)

(mobile phone rings)

Kaale? Where are you?

Kaale?

(whimsical music)

Uday?

Where's Kaale?

In front of me.

Let me speak to him.

You've led me on for years.

You talk to Saleem everyday,

and you don't know where he is?

I've borrowed two billion
from the market.

And I owed them
another billion already.

My tenure ends in nine months.
Let me repay my debt first.

I took the loan at 24% interest.

Do you know how much
it accrues to in 15 months?

I'm the Police Commissioner,
motherfucker!

And I've been reduced
to a fucking manager.

Look, my ass is on the line,
and I still look out for you.

I protect Saleem and you
and everyone else.

Saleem also asks me where you are,
every single day.

And every time,
I tell him you're dead.

All I wanted was Saleem.

And all he wants is you!

You've landed us in deep shit,
motherfucker!

It's either you or us.

I never refused you anything.

I clean up all the shit:

yours,

the police's and the government's.

That's because
you enjoy cleaning shit.

It's why you joined the police.

The truth is,

deep down in your heart,
you're a fucking sewage worker.

The plan was set,

until Saleem refused
to make that phone call...

because you killed his nephew.

Saleem and I have
unfinished business.

Yes, I know all about it!

You would've got Saleem,

but you fucked it all up.

I'm not responsible
for the state you're in.

You've only yourself to blame,
you better accept it!

That car blast,
the massacre, that bookie...

someone must take the fall for it.
Saleem or you.

You're not just crazy, Uday...

you're a bloody sadist.

Killing people, watching them die...
you love it, don't you?

Killing Gunjan's brother
screwed up your life.

You had no reason to kill him.
Just to prove your fucking point!

When a dying person
sucks in their last breath,

their eyes go off like a dying bulb.

It's something else, sir.

Killing someone point blank
is no fun.

Might as well shoot balloons
with an air gun!

You're a total psychopath, Uday.
And you know it!

You know it well.

Sir, a criminal should never
be given an easy death.

The punishment
should match the crime.

He who causes others agony
shall die in agony too.

And who the fuck are you
to decide how one must die?

Tell me something,

why do we catch petty criminals-
pickpockets, chain snatchers,

and vent our frustrations on them?

Because the big fish:
industrialists, politicians...

we can't touch them.

- I have a question, sir.
- Go on.

We're out so early...

is the tip on Saleem even confirmed?

- Do we look like dumbfucks?
- That's not what I meant, sir.

We can't leave anything to chance.

We'll have lots of fun.

That's for sure.
Let's go!

Keep the safety magazine loaded.

(door closes)

- (tense music)
- (footsteps)

(door bell rings)

(door opens)

- Where is Saleem?
- What?

Where is Saleem?

I don't know.

What about Gunjan?

In her room.

- Eh?
- In her room.

Call her.

Gunjan!

- Gunjan.
- (door opens)

Hey!

Gunjan!

(door shuts)

Gunjan, come out quick now,
don't make a fuss.

Saleem's not here.

Then you have nothing to fear.
Come out.

You're Uday Shetty, right?

Nice to meet you!

Come and sign me an autograph.
I'm a big fan.

I know Uday Shetty can't be trusted.

Did Saleem tell you that?

I read it in the papers.

Sir?

Sir!

What do we do now?

Do as you please.

Don't be afraid.

Pretend we're getting married!

Come.

What's your name?

Chandan.

Are you her brother?

Is Chandan your brother?

He knows nothing!

He might as well die, then!

Shetty?
Chandan doesn't know anything.

Shetty?

He knows nothing.

Do you hear me?
He doesn't know anything.

Saleem's not here.

Get away from the door,
I'm going to shoot.

(gun fires)

Look, I made you a peephole.

Take a peek,
your brother is dying!

- (Chandan struggles)
- Chandan!

He's about to die.

Look, he can't breathe.

(suspenseful music)

(Chandan gags)

Come out, now!

He's going to die, look!

He'll die!

Come on, out!

He doesn't know anything!

Gunjan!

Look, he's dying.

He'll die.

OK, I'm coming.

(door handle unlocks)

(door opens)

Come.

Come on.

- (body thuds)
- Come here.

Chandan?

- Come.
- Chandan!

Shetty, you...

Catch her.

- Hey.
- Chandan.

Take her away.

Chandan!

Why is this man
still in the police force?

- Sir, we really need Uday.
- No one needs him!

He's a liability.

We've uprooted the underworld,
ended gang wars in the city.

Extortion rackets have stopped,
the '93 bomb blast case is closed.

Why is he still in the force?

He's a leftover
of the previous government.

Their pet 'hero'.

We don't need him.

Out!

"Killer cop strikes again."

I don't want to see such headlines
ever again.

(school bell rings)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

What happened?

Tell me what happened.

Who threw ink on you?

Were you in a fight?

Hello.

Where are you?

At home.

Mumma.

Wait for me.
I'll drop the kids at mom's.

We need to talk.

(mobile phone rings)

Hello.

Old friend...

Our business won't
stay unfinished for long.

Saleem?

You know what...

when we fuck things up,

our families bear the
consequences of our actions.

It weighs on one's conscience.

One can never forgive oneself.

Where are you?

What kind of dumb question is that?

What will you do if I tell you?

Listen.

The police has already dumped you.

Take my advice,

whatever you have left,

and whoever you hold dear,

save them.

(ominous music)

(dial tone beeps)

Are we done?

Let's go.

Hello.

Where are you guys?

(car explodes)

(music fades)

- (gun cocks, fires)
- (Uday gasps)

(suspenseful music)

Have you been
looking for me for years?

I thought you were dead.

I mourned deeply for years,

thinking why the fuck
didn't you die at my hands!

Saleem?

Wa-alaikum Saleem!

(Saleem chuckles)

You aren't destined
to die simply by a bullet.

You understand?

I've meticulously
planned hell for you.

Downstairs.

Come on, get up.

Get up!

And by the way,

you might think it's just a floor,

but down there,

my beloved awaits you.

Now move.

- (stabs)
- (Saleem yells)

Did no one teach you

that when you plan
to kill someone,

you have to maintain
an element of surprise!

Tell me.

Who told you where my family lived?

Who gave you the car number?

Who gave you the address?

Tell me.

- Tell me.
- (stabs repeatedly)

Tell me.

Say something, Saleem!

Tell me.

Tell me, Saleem.

Say it.

Tell me!

(body thuds)

Tell me.

(gunshot)

The man who drove the SUV
from Kala Ghoda to Modemar,

is being identified
using facial recognition.

He might be our old police officer,

presumed dead, but maybe wrongly.
He's been missing for six years.

Is this your ex-colleague...
Officer Uday Shetty, by any chance?

Flashback, 2014!

When our newly elected
lionheart sent the underworld

packing from Bollywood,
tail between its legs.

One roar from our majestic lion,

and all the vampires either fled
to our neighbour country, or died!

But one love story
remained in the headlines:

That of gangster Saleem Kattawala
and film actress Gunjan.

Uday Shetty carried out
a raid on Gunjan's home,

during which her
brother Chandan was killed.

In retaliation,
Uday Shetty's son was killed...

and soon after, he was abducted
from his Bangalore residence

by armed men in a vehicle.

Since then, Uday Shetty
has neither been seen alive,

nor has his dead body been found.

(door creaks open)

(suspenseful music)

(switch clicks)

Saleem?

Saleem's gone.

"Gone", as in?

As in, he won't come back.

I'll kill her!

If you don't, I'll kill her.

And if not me, Rasheed Khan will.
She's bound to die anyway.

Think about yourself.

Fuck you!

- (gunshots)
- (body thuds)

- (gunshots)
- (Charlie gasps)

What kind of man shoots a woman?

Didn't your mother
teach you any manners?

- I'm not here to kill you.
- Then go get me a whiskey!

Hurry up!

You fucking shot me!

(pants)

Am I going to die?

(Charlie screams)

What the fuck!

No!

(screams)

Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Let it go!

Are you fucking crazy!

Fuck.

Come on.

Give me your arm.

It's ok.

This bag contains 1.4 million.

Give it to my daughter.

The address is in there.

What if I run away with it?

(laughs)

I'll hunt you down and kill you.

You'll kill me?

(laughs harder)

(door closes)

Kennedy.

You know right?

Your time has come.

(dark, suspenseful music)

I want to live.

I need to disassociate from you
and your world.

Sit down when I'm talking to you
for once!

We just cremated Adi.

His body was in shreds.

We shouldn't bear the brunt
of what you do outside.

Don't.

Don't say a word,

because I don't believe
anything you say.

I don't trust you at all.

Your own police force
doesn't trust you, in fact.

The newspapers hate you.

They call you a sadistic brute.

I'm talking, look at...

Sweetheart?

What are you doing here?

- Can't sleep?
- No.

Should Mama come?

Close your eyes, and we'll count
from twenty to one.

And then,
you'll be in the clouds!

Okay, close your eyes.

Keep them closed.

Twenty...

Nineteen...

Step back.

I said, step back.

I don't want even your shadow
lurking in this house.

Do you understand?

Go wherever you want.
I don't care.

You'll never see me,
or Aditi ever again.

You're dead to us.

Now go inside,

say bye to Aditi,

and tell her:

"Papa is going for work,
for a very long time."

Put her to sleep,

then come out,

pack your bags

and... out.

I'll handle the rest, OK?

OK?

(music turns melancholic)

(man speaking on radio)

Puri, go upstairs, quick!

- (man speaking on radio)
- (gun cocks)

(emotional music)

- (gunshots)
- (body thuds)

(car tyre screeches)

Hurry up!

(sirens blaring)

Parel 02 to main control room.

We're after a Brown Chauffare Taxi,
number MH 04 HK 4044.

It's on the Parel flyover,
heading towards Prabhadevi.

Calling all units!

The suspect's name is Uday Shetty.
I repeat: Uday Shetty.

Six feet tall, fair, well-built.
Beard and long hair.

His photo has been shared
with all police units.

Mumbai Police Commissioner
Rasheed Khan has been shot.

As we await more details...

we have been told, Uday Shetty
is armed and dangerous.

- (man on radio)
- (car tyre screeches)

Police control room,
car has turned left.

(sirens blaring)

(intense music)

(policeman speaking)

Hey! He is getting away.

(man yells)

The police is on high alert.

They have set up
blocks and barricades.

Train stations and airports
are being checked.

(car stops)

Hurry up!

- (gunshot)
- (woman yelps)

(car engine starts)

Stop!

- (crashes)
- (music intensifies)

The police is still
looking for Uday Shetty.

One unit is stationed
outside his residence.

Madam, I have no interest
in speaking to the media.

My husband is dead.

Please stop calling me!

(suspenseful music)

- (gunshot)
- (car explodes)

Recall your kill count!

Recount how you relished it?

What price did you put
to each corpse!

How much did you earn?

If you must...

If you must be the walking dead

Why not put a price
on your own head?

For what else remains

To live for, pray tell?

Every light

Doused by your thirst

(sparks fly)

(engine starts)

Life itself

Drowned by your living

Smiles blown to smithereens

Sorrow lost in an encounter

Mrs Shetty is no longer a widow!

Her daughter just realised
her father isn't dead!

And their dog just learnt
that his master is alive!

He isn't here
and he won't come either!

If you find him,
do whatever you want!

Shoot him, hang him...
spare us, please!

I won't open the door.

So, tell me

What now?

A decrepit, walking relic

With ears that flap unhinged

(car horn)

Your veins pump sludge
like city drains

To breathe your last
in the shade of the stars

That's not your destiny

(music turns intense)

- (gun fires)
- (glass shatters)

- (footsteps)
- (lights flickering)

(gunshot)

(gun fires again)

(gunshot)

(gate squeaks open)

(keyboard clacks)

My name is Uday Shetty.

I work for the
Mumbai Police Commissioner.

Six years ago, Rasheed Khan
devised a plan to kidnap me,

that was executed
by Sub-Inspector Abhijeet Kaale.

I wasn't abducted
or made to disappear by force.

I was an accomplice in this plan.

In six years, Rasheed Khan has
made me kill so many people

that I've lost count of them.

As evidence, I took something
from each of my victims

like a watch, chain or ring.

All these souvenirs lie
in a table drawer in my room.

I'm writing this mail voluntarily,

and as evidence,
I'm sending recordings

of all the crimes I committed.

I'm also sending records and proof
of all our meetings

in the last six years.

For the last six years, Rasheed Khan
and his gang of ex-cops like myself

have been involved
in extortion, murder and blackmail.

Rasheed Khan's tenure
in every city of the state

is littered with such incidents.

After my disappearance,
I hid my identity

and went by the name Kennedy.

All exits from the city
have been sealed.

Uday Shetty is wanted in connection
with multiple homicides.

Anyone with any information,
please call 100 immediately.

(Chandan) She's happy, let her be!

She got over your death.

Want to send her
back to the shrink?

My granny always said:
Chew on your guilt while it's hot.

If you swallow it cold,

it gives you a lifetime of heartburn.

The heart's oesophagus gets fucked!

Hey!

You really are hopeless!

I wanted to tell you,

but I never could...

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

I left you, with your mom...

These messages will haunt her
all her life!

- What?
- (gunshot)

Indulge your FOMO!

But...

I never stopped...

thinking of you.

(mobile phone rings)

(continues ringing)

(ringing continues)

(notification rings)

(mobile phone rings)

(continues ringing)

(notification rings)

- (notification)
- (ringing continues)

(phone continues ringing)

(phone keeps ringing)