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'The number you have dialled is currently switched off.'

'The number you have dialled is currently switched off.'

'The number you have dialled is currently switched off.'

Listen I’ve been calling Punni since evening,

but her phone has been switched off all along.

The battery must be dead.

Don’t be so worried.

She will be home soon.

The great prince didn’t bother to refill the petromax

Bhuvan was busy watching IPL all day.

He will definitely get our taxes waived off.

Ohh... the power is back.

Punni will be back too.

Are you not listening at all?

She was supposed to leave work early and visit the dentist.

She should have been back by now.

'The number you have dialled is currently switched off.'

It's still switched off.

I'll call the doctor.

Jeevan has gone to the dentist…

I wonder why he hasn’t returned

Jeevan is back.

He must have found Punni.

What happened?

Where is Punni?

Couldn’t find her anywhere.

Poonam eloped with this rogue’s friend

-Pull. Pull, Munna. -I don't know.

Now, he will tell us where Abdul and Poonam are.

Load him in the car.

Come on.

Sit straight.

Where is Adbul?

He left for Mumbai.

With our sister?

No, no.

Your friend eloped with our sister Poonam, didn't he?

No, no.

-Out with the truth! -It is the truth.

Brother, I...

Rascal.

Who are you calling brother?

You have no brothers here.

Bloody scoundrel.

We won't tolerate atrocities on our sisters!

This administration will be blocked.

-P Police... -Down! Down!

This isn’t the first time in your custody.

Medical reports show four broken bones and two broken ribs.

ACP Bhagwat, you have no control over your anger.

I only grabbed his collar, sir.

He broke free, ran and fell down the stairs.

So the bones broke from the fall.

Fine.

And the ribs?

Actually, there was a huge rock at the end of the stairs…

Perhaps he collided and…

Do you think the Law is a joke?

Sir I asked him exactly that

And then he fell down the stairs.

Vishwas, enough.

Wait outside.

Sir.

I had a tough time preventing your suspension, Vishwas.

But they took you off Crime Branch.

Report to Robertsganj.

Sir, not Robertsganj.

And 10 sessions of anger management.

-Sir... -It's mandatory.

Sir, this is like...

Sir this is getting like life term and capital punishment simultaneously.

Look, Vishwas.

Every criminal is not Pandit Dixit, and if you don’t accept that

then it will cost you your job too.

There is a thin line between passion and madness, Vishwas.

And, for your own sake, the sooner you understand this, the better.

Go and join Robertsganj.

Sir, if you could reduce the sessions...

'Giving missing Poonam Mishra's case a political outlook,'

'Jan Andolan Party leader Brijesh Tripathi,'

'has announced another curfew in Robertsganj.'

You said it's a quiet town.

That’s what they told me.

"It's a quiet town..."

A bit too quiet. And shut too.

Why is it shut?

Because of the riots, sweetie.

Riots.

People were fighting each other.

It's not a good thing.

-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind.

Jai Hind. All good?

-Yes, sir. All good. -Okay.

So the riots are over one missing girl.

Why?

What is this Poonam Mishra case?

Sir, Poonam Mishra lived in Jamuna Nagar.

She is 28.

She ran away with 5000 rupees,

some jewellery and a wedding a sari on the 5th of October.

It's a simple case, sir. She eloped with a boy.

Her older sister is still unmarried.

Poonam herself is 28. And dark.

So she ran off with whoever was available.

Are you married?

Please, sir.

She often left early from work claiming prospects were coming to see her.

But those were lies.

And no one knew about her where abouts.

The girl was nocturnal.

She would pace her terrace all night with the phone glued to her ears.

Who was she talking to?

Sir, I...

You must have phone records.

Yes, sir. The phone records have came in only recently.

Actually, sir. Elections are around the corner.

-And... -Hey!

I won't tolerate this political sycophancy anymore.

Understood.

Tomorrow morning, I want Poonam's family...

and the politician at the police station.

-Noted. -Yes, sir. Okay, sir.

- You may leave. - Thank you, sir.

Mahto.

Good morning, sir!

Poonam Mishra frequently spoke to one number.

Had you checked her call records, this case would have been solved by now.

Write this number down.

I want all the details of this number tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir. Just a minute, sir.

941410922

Okay, sir.

Idiot.

So the stories were true.

He is a task master.

Amma.

You made false promises

To protect our daughters.

-P police. -Down, down.

You made false promises

To protect our daughters.

You made false promises

To protect our daughters.

-P police. -Down, down.

P Police come to your senses!

-P police. -Down, down.

Jai Hind, sir.

-Welcome. -Jai Hind.

Welcome, sir.

Is it the politician's wedding?

No, sir.

Then why all this crowd?

We had summoned the politician at 11 o'clock.

His men have been shouting slogans since 9 o'clock.

And the girl's family?

In the crowd, sir. Three of them.

Call them inside.

Mishra ji.

Sir.

Sir, this is your cabin.

Generally, this is a peaceful town.

But I have set up an interrogation room for you.

Why?

Sir, I've heard a lot about you.

I'll go get them.

Come in.

Sir.

What?

What is going on here?

Our daughters are disappearing everyday but don’t seem to care.

Hey!

No shouting.

No.

Keep standing.

Mahto, I want the circus outside

To be dispersed in 30 minutes.

Those hard of hearing need an explosion.

Our daughters are brainwashed to elope for religious conversion.

It's a conspiracy against us.

People like you hatch conspiracies.

She must have eloped in love.

-You don’t understan-- -My daughter isn't like that, sir.

I beg you.

Papa...

Please, don't do this.

Don't...

Please get up, papa.

I understand your pain, Mr. Mishra.

I have a daughter too.

Since last 10 days,

there has been no news about my daughter.

Give us a date.

So I can tell Poonam's mom...

that your daughter will return on this day.

15 days.

Your daughter will be home in 15 days.

Is this a playground?

Here you go. We're done.

Sorry. Did you get hurt?

All your stuff...

Sandhya.

Sandhya Chauhan.

Yes.

Sandhya Chauhan from Rashtriya Vidyalaya.

Yes, exactly.

And you're the one who cooks awful food in the canteen.

Banwari Lal.

I am not Banwari Lal.

I am Sameer.

And I am not Sandhya.

You try was as bad as your food Mr. Banwari Lal.

But I teach well.

Science.

My chemistry is good.

And I hate science.

No issues, I will change my subject.

"Like a raw mango, forbidden to pluck."

"Like a raw mango, forbidden to pluck."

"But once tasted, the temptation is too hard to shun.

"But once tasted, the temptation is too hard to shun.

"A touch of tang, then it’s all sweet delight.

"That's what you call love."

"That's what you call love."

"Like a raw mango, forbidden to pluck."

"Like a raw mango..."

Who are you looking for, Pinky?

From Sandhya, I'm now Pinky?

You are not telling me your real name.

And I am not deaf or dumb.

Someone needs to talk

How long can I keep knitting?

Don't be over smart.

I see where you are going at.

First, you'll ask for my name.

Next, you'll insist we meet.

Then I love you.

Absolutely.

I cannot lie.

I am going to Ganga Ghat tomorrow at 5pm. Will you come?

You go wash your sins.

I don't need to.

I was planning on drowning myself.

Wish I could see you one last time.

Make sure you get my name right on the suicide note.

Meera.

Sir.

The number you gave Mahto sir.

Here are the call details.

His name is Praveen Sahu.

Call Mr. Mishra.

Yes, sir.

These are Poonam's call records.

40-minute calls at two o'clock in the night.

And almost seven calls to the same number everyday.

But this number doesn't belong to any Abdul.

It's Praveen Sahu.

Who is this Praveen Sahu?

I don't know, sir.

Ask your leader. He would know.

-My daughter... -I said 15 days.

Praveen Sahu.

Yes.

Let's go. Robertsganj Police.

Arrest him. He has the girl.

Which girl?

He is lying. I returned the girl to her parents.

Throw the bottle and get in the car, quick. C’mon.

Why you...

Where do you think you're going in the furnace?

Where are you?

Come out.

Or I will drag you out.

Sir, I returned the girl.

First, they send the girl themselves then they file a police complain.

I use to pay for 12 hours, but she worked only five hours.

She couldn't even load two tractors a day.

What do you mean by two tractors?

Bricks, sir.

She used to load bricks on the tractor.

Didn't you elope with her for marriage?

Marriage? With a nine-year-old?

Maybe in a couple of years.

Stop. Stop.

Rascal.

Come on.

Where is this girl?

Who is she?

Poonam Mishra. Rings a bell?

I swear I don't know her, sir.

94140922. Is this your number?

Yes.

Why do you ask about this number?

What happened, sir?

You tell us.

Is something wrong with Kaushalya?

Kaushalya, who?

Kaushalya, my sister.

What has your sister got to do with this?

The number is registered in my name, but Kaushalya used it.

Are we stupid? Are we?

Was your sister romancing Poonam Mishra?

No. Can I meet this girl?

Maybe she knows something about Kaushalya.

Knows what?

That where can I find Kaushalya?

She has been missing for seven months, sir.

One day she left for work like usual and never returned.

I even filed an FIR.

On 22...

on 22nd February.

Please, let me talk to this girl.

Waiting makes a person go cuckoo.

What?

Haven't you seen a girl before?

I have.

But no one ever showed up like you.

You came to meet me specially.

Feels nice.

Don't look at me like that.

How else should I look at you?

Don't look at all.

Then what's the point?

Who is it?

Get up. Get up.

Brother, let him go.

I said get up. What are you doing?

Where are you taking me?

-Who are you? -Come on.

Why are you hitting me?

Sameer.

-Meera. -Sister, please let me go.

Let's call her father.

Let me go, sister. I haven't done anything.

Sameer, look.

Leave me.

Mahto. Note down these two numbers.

Yes, sir. But weren't you in the session?

What happened?

That’s none of your business.

Just note down the numbers.

Sorry, sir. One minute.

797492008

And 87530231

Kaushalya often called both these numbers.

Check them.

Alright, sir. Okay.

Please, sir.

Please go home.

My daughter...

We'll inform you when we find her.

It's okay. Forget that it happened.

I often got a beating from my teachers at school.

I'm used to it.

Infact, this time the reason was beautiful too.

Does it hurt?

Yes, it does.

May be someone could ease it with their love.

Feeling better.

Yes.

Sir, we got details for both numbers on Kaushalya Sahu's records.

One belongs to Sandhya Lohia from Sirsa.

One more girl?

No, sir. The other one is a male.

Santosh Pujari from Dhaulpur.

Santosh Pujari.

Okay.

Hey

Mr. Pujari.

Listen.

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

Welcome. Please, come in.

Please call Santosh.

What?

Call Santosh, Isn’t he your son?

Where is he?

Call him.

Where is he?

Wow, sir.

Firstly, Santosh is not a criminal.

She was a primary school teacher, my daughter.

She has been missing for over a year.

What do I tell you where she is?

Forget about looking for her...

you don't even know if it's a son or a daughter.

Congratulations, sir.

You are doing a marvellous job.

Wake up.

Where is Sandhya?

Sandhya?

Sandhya isn't here?

Are you Sandhya?

She ran away long ago.

Never had I imagined in my dreams...

that was the last time I'd see Nishu.

It was the day of Sankrant.

Malti was a very responsible girl.

Good she ran away.

There was never enough money to feed every mouth.

Confirmed?

9th May, 2008?

Okay. Fax the copy of the FIR to the Robertsganj police station.

Okay.

Sir.

Same story with her too.

Yes, sir.

I was wrong.

These girls didn't elope in love.

Two weeks ago, There was only one missing complaint.

Poonam Mishra.

Her call records led us to Kaushalya Sahu.

She was missing too.

Kaushalya Sahu led us to Sandhya, Malti, Nisha, Pooja.

All of them missing.

The story is the same for all of them.

They would leave home for work as usual...

and never returned.

If we have to find these girls...

we must find the connection between them, Mahto.

Sir, there need not be a connection between them.

Why?

Sir, many years ago, in a village called Sikri near Kannauj.

There was a similar case.

14–15-year-old girls started disappearing.

Around 7 to 8 of them.

They searched every nook and corner.

The entire village was looking for them everywhere.

But those girls were never found.

Then came Dussera.

And the effigy of Raavan was burnt.

A few rockets shot out of it and went straight into the temple curtains.

The curtains caught fire.

Massive fire.

Everyone ran to extinguish the fire.

Some brought water. Some brought sand.

Instead of dying, the fire got worse.

The wooden cabin next to the temple also caught fire.

From the burnt wooden cabin

Clothes of few of the missing girls were found.

Someone was using that cabin to perform black magic.

Some say he was impotent.

He sacrificed the girls to attain manhood.

I don't know.

But some even say that he sold them.

1984.

Pandit Diksit.

Right, sir. You know about the case!

There was never any black magic.

Not a single girl was ever found.

I was 17, and Mona...

My sister was only 13 years old.

One of the eight missing girls.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sorry, sir. I didn't know.

Okay, I will talk to you later.

Sir, about the number scribbled on the calendar in Sandhya's house,

It belongs to a photographer.

Her name is Kavita Shashtri.

Her shop is in Manduadih.

-Manduadih? -Yes, sir.

Manduadih.

The largest red-light area in the state.

The common connection I was looking for among these girls was Manduadih.

Maximum call exchange happened around Manduadih.

Search each and every corner of Manduadih.

Do you recognise her?

Gaffar Bhai and Govind have received new stock in the last couple of months.

Tell me. Take a look.

Gaffar has the best stock.

Forget photos, I'll send you the whole album.

Sir, Kavita Shashtri has gone to Nepal.

For a wedding shoot.

Call her to the station as soon as she returns.

Okay, sir.

The call details of these girls have lead us to a crucial breakthrough.

Manduadih.

Sir, I suspect a huge prostitution racket.

We are conducting some raids tomorrow.

I am confident we'll find these girls.

Who all are in there? Bring everyone out.

-Who is it? -Your brother-in-law. Come on.

-Sorry sir. -Come on, get out.

Bring everyone out.

Come on. Get him too.

Get down. Come on.

Load them up, one by one.

Come on. Keep going.

Come on, what's you name?

And your...

Sir, I will tell you everything.

Why bother Bhagwat sir?

Don’t be so nervous.

He is not allowed to beat up anybody.

He's taking sessions.

Sessions?

Sir.

Sir, I will tell you everything before you even ask.

Sir, we are simple people. Ours is a very small business.

In fact, we're like family.

We don't even call it business, sir.

All the girls are from outside the state.

None of them are locals.

Sir when a local girl is taken, she is likely to be sold in Mumbai,

Bangalore, Nepal or Dubai.

Locals don't peddle locals, sir.

Because if their own brothers or fathers come to avail their services.

The line between business and family will be crossed.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Sir can my wife use a few sessions too? She is always angry.

Is it?

Never traffic children again. Ever.

Go, complain to Papa now.

You did that because I was winning, you cheater.

Go get another shuttle from inside.

The one that we lost was the last one.

Wait. I'll go get another one from the shop.

Go on. As if mom will let you.

I will get one.

Yaa right.

I won't stand up for you to mom.

Come, let's get drenched in the rain.

Don't get me soaked unnecessarily.

Whatever you can, see it like this.

C’mon pay the fee.

You have a grey hair in your beard.

Sameer, what happened?

Sameer.

Listen to me.

I am sorry.

What a rascal.

You can stare too.

Now that you are soaked, I can see it clearly.

What?

That you are losing your hair

Sorry.

Grey beard, hair loss.

Do one thing. Stop meeting me.

No need to love me or marry me.

Marry?

You know that job in Allahabad I was talking about,

they are also offering me a house.

I saw it.

It has a big courtyard, a garden, a swing.

Everything.

But you know it looked like empty walls to me...

without you in it.

Will you marry me?

Mahto.

Kavita has returned from Nepal.

Mahto.

Anmol Nagar, 16/22. Hurry up.

Out of the way. Stand back.

What happened?

Shut up and stand still.

What happened, sir?

Please tell me what happened?

-Who else is in the house? -Sir, what’s the matter?

That's my son, sir.

Sir, just one child.

What is your name, son?

-Aarav. -Aarav, go back to sleep.

Pandey ji, put him back to bed.

When did you return from Nepal?

You were asked to come to the police station. Why didn't you?

Sir...

What is this?

I don't know, sir. What is it?

The records of your business.

Where is Chanda Pal? Where did you sell her?

Who is Chanda Pal?

I don't know any Chanda Pal? Neither do I do such business.

Where’s your phone?

Phone.

How did Chanda turn to Suraj?

Sir, that...

is Suraj Jaiswal, sir.

Who Suraj Jaiswal?

He was a friend till a few years back.

And now? Is he your business partner?

What are you saying, sir?

He was just a friend.

We don't even talk anymore.

So, where is your so-called friend now?

I don't know, sir.

All I know is he was a teacher.

Trust me sir, I didn’t know him that well.

I see.

But your call records tell a different story.

Sir, there is no story.

He came to my shop to get photos developed.

We got a little friendly, and he started stalking me.

I have no other connection with him.

He was crazy.

Can you imagine, he showed up at my son's school?

At my home too.

You can cross check with my staff.

Sure, let's talk to your staff.

You must have those photos. We'll check them as well.

Okay.

Sir, these were the photos.

These.

I should have understood, sir.

He never even came to collect them.

Seize these.

Sir, both the IMEI numbers are out of use.

Keep them on the radar.

Tell them to inform us immediately, If anyone uses them.

Yes, sir.

-Hello. -Did you wear them?

Yes. They are so tight, I had to struggle to pull them on.

You never let me measure you.

Shut up. Hang up now.

Turn around. Let me see.

They fit well.

Looking nice. Even the T-shirt.

What do you want?

Get green salad, paneer do pyaaza, four naans.

And some pickled onions.

Hurry up.

You know back in high school on our annual day,

I wore my friend's jeans.

My dad was so livid.

I could never wear jeans after that.

Thank you.

What happened?

It’s these people.

Who?

Are we thieves...

To meet discreetly?

You have to travel in a crowded bus for over an hour.

Just so that nobody spots us.

Outside, the police bother us.

Here in the restaurant…

Did you notice how that waiter was staring at you?

Criminals are roaming freely…

But they have a problem with our love.

Unbelievable!

Sameer, it’s okay.

Meera, without saying a word to anyone, just come with me.

Meaning?

Let’s just go.

Sameer, I...

How can I not tell my parents...

At least, talk to them once.

Talk to them?

They don't even let you to wear jeans,

You think they will let you marry me?

Meera, please.

You do know what my last name is.

There is no option other than eloping.

Punni is never coming back, is she?

'I will get you some food.'

'But forgive me, O saint.'

'For my husband is not here.'

'That is why I cannot welcome you.'

It is okay, Devi.

I shall sit here and rest.

Until then...

One by one, I have run out of all options.

Prostitution racket, IMEI numbers,

Kavita Shashtri.

I am back to zero, Janvi.

Jai Hind, sir.

Mahto, any more bad news

And I will throw this phone on your face tomorrow morning.

Sir, one of the two IMEI numbers that we have on radar,

was switched on for twenty seconds.

We're triangulating it.

Whoever is behind it, will be in front of you tomorrow.

Excellent.

Thank you, sir.

We'll take the VIP suite.

Hope it's clean.

Contact number.

My wife.

Shall we go?

Has the bellboy gone up?

Come on.

That’s a nice room!

Clean too.

Come on in.

Gosh! The bus was so crowded.

We can finally rest here.

Isn't this nice?

Reminds me of Jab We Met.

It’s got a good view too.

How cool!

What happened?

What happened?

It's so salty.

Did you carry the red sari?

Wear it for me.

Come on, wear it. I want to see...

my beautiful bride.

No.

Meera, please.

No.

Please, show me.

Is it in this?

Show me.

You can change here too.

Shut up.

Alright. As you like it.

Hold on.

Stay there.

Meera.

Sandhya, Malti, Poonam.

How do you know them?

Which college are they from?

You still want to know from which college?

Sir, this isn’t the handset.

Do you have another phone?

This is the only phone I have sir, promise.

The other day, my phone’s battery had died.

Had I not called Swati, she would have royally screwed me.

So, I had to put my SIM Card in Kaustubh’s phone to call her.

Kaustubh who?

Kaustubh Pandey.

What happened, sir?

-Come on. -Hold on, sir.

Sir, what happened?

Sir.

Sir, this is his other phone.

The calls to Malti and Chanda were made from this.

Aren't you in B.Com Second Year?

Yes, sir.

Why do you need two phones?

Sir?

To traffic girls?

What are you saying, sir?

That phone belongs to Kaustubh.

This isn't even my phone sir.

Some guy rammed his scooter into Vicky's bike.

So I swore at him.

And it led to a scuffle.

Then I pushed him.

And tore off the cover of his stepney.

It had a politician’s picture on it.

All I said was, Carrying around a politician’s picture...

doesn't make you a don'.

Vicky also swore at him, sir.

And then he left.

You dimwit, what does this phone have to do with all this?

That man dropped his phone during the scuffle, sir.

Kaustubh turned it off and kept it in his bag.

But never used it.

Never used it until yesterday.

This phone belongs to that man.

That's all there is to it.

Shit...

Sir. We'll apologise to the politician.

Promise, we'll do as you say.

Sir...

My guy says he got into a scuffle with someone, and they pinched his phone.

Imagine.

These fools think the politician got them arrested.

Because the stepney cover they tore had the politician’s picture on it.

Look carefully. Is this the scooter?

Yes, this is the one.

It was exactly like this.

Mahto, get me all the details of this scooter.

Yes, sir.

And call Kavita Shashtri to the station.

-Yes, sir. -Quick. Quick. Quick. Move.

Rajkumar Siritiya.

Yes, sir.

Is this the one?

He is Suraj, sir.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

I want to know everything about him.

Even if it means one extra breath, I want to know about it.

From his birth till date, whoever he has spoken to…

Be it a shopkeeper or a roadside vendor, even a beggar.

I want all the details.

Summi.

Summi.

Summi.

Summi?

Summi.

Summi.

Please, Sumitra...

Summi.

Summi?

Sumitra, where are you?

Summi.

What happened?

Where were you?

I was so scared.

I was at the market.

Hadn’t run off.

Ok leave...

What are you doing? Let me keep this stuff down.

I can't live without you for even a moment.

Really?

You don’t seem to die when you disappear for weeks?

I hardly survive those days

All for my sweetheart's dream.

To shift from her mom's house into her own house.

We'll have a mansion.

Full with glitter and glory.

Right, dear?

Oh please. I've heard it enough.

Look, your favourite pineapple cake.

And also, I am wearing your favourite clothes.

How do I look?

Like a road-romeo.

Straight to the bedroom?

Look. I am very tired.

Don't expect anything from me.

What are you doing?

Raju.

How about now?

Mom has invited us for lunch.

We can’t go empty-handed.

Hands shouldn't be empty anyway.

You beast.

I will do all the hard work.

You lay back and float in paradise.

Rajkumar Siritiya is a teacher.

He has two wives.

The first one lives in Riva, and the second one in Bhadoi.

But he is mostly with his second wife Sumitra.

Sir, the best part is, both the wives know about each other.

There are no missing girls’ complaints registered in Riva or Bhadoi.

If he is behind the disappearances,

then he does it away from home.

He is a two-headed snake, sir.

I thought we hit a wrong number again.

And no one speaks ill of him in his neighbourhood.

He has a sound reputation there.

In fact, they all praise him like he is some saint.

Everyone knows he teaches, but no one knows where exactly.

Some say Varanasi, some say Chunar, and some say Mirzapur.

And the list goes on.

What about his friends?

Any relatives?

Nada.

He is a puzzle.

Except for the Kaustubh handset,

We’ve nothing to connect him to the girls.

What charge will we arrest him on?

Sir our best option is

To book him for eve-teasing.

That will only give you a day’s custody.

But if we book him tomorrow, 16th and 17th are public holidays.

And 18th is a Sunday.

-Great. Go ahead. -Sir!

Here you go, madam.

Pratapgarh, Rai Bareilly, Lucknow.

-Yes, Kavita. -Suraj is very punctual.

Either he is not coming, or he's coming to throw acid on me.

Kavita, my entire team has you covered.

Have faith.

Liked it?

Sir. Kavita is leaving, sir.

Where are you lost?

This is the first time I am late.

Sorry.

What's the matter? You've become more beautiful with time.

Is it love?

-Hi. -Hi.

How are you?

These earrings! The ones I gifted?

No, these are different.

Let’s drink some juice. I am thirsty.

Of Course. Let's go.

Hello, Kavita? Hello?

Suraj. One minute.

Hello, Kavita? Can't hear you.

Hello. Quiet.

Hello. Hello.

There.

Two sweet lime juices.

Do you want to pee?

There is a washroom over here.

She doesn’t like sweet lime.

I had to give her orange juice instead.

Only then she drank.

Have you already had juice?

Move. Move. Out of the way. Move.

Move.

Come on. Catch him. Catch him.

This way.

Move. Move.

I said move.

Stop.

Come, brother.

Take him away.

Out of the way! Come on, move it.

Open it.

Let's go.

Clear the way, come on.

Out of the way!

Kavita, are you alright?

Bring him out.

Come on.

This way. Come on.

Let's go.

Walk straight. Take off your jacket.

Take off your jacket.

Sir...

Mishra, make a report.

What report, sir? I haven't done anything.

Hands on the table!

There is nothing in my pocket, sir. Just my wallet.

Sir, those are my keys. You can take it.

Now, take your T-shirt off.

Sir?

Take off your clothes.

Take it off.

I want to speak to the officer who arrested me.

This is against the law, sir.

Take it off.

Are you deaf?

Take it off quickly.

Take it off.

I haven't done anything, sir.

This scar is from an old accident.

Did I ask?

Take off your pants too.

What?

Why are you doing this sir?

Take your pants off, quick.

I am not wearing anything inside.

Come again?

I am not wearing any underwear.

Don't make excuses. Take it off.

Why would I make excuses?

After trafficking seven girls, he is playing innocent.

The rascal is quite a task.

That wont be a problem sir

Half an hour with my baton and he will sing like a canary.

No, that won’t work on him.

He won’t break so easily.

Then, what do we do sir?

For the next 48 hours, don't let him sleep, eat

or even drink anything.

We have booked him in a false case.

If we can’t get him to confess in next two days

He will be gone forever.

Here.

Wear it.

Thank you, sir.

Don’t sleep, you bastard.

Get up.

Get up, rascal.

Don’t sleep facing the wall.

Else Bhagwat will paste you on it like a poster.

How can you barge inside like this?

Come on, move in.

Answer me!

Check everything. Move this.

What’s this?

Mishra...

Check around.

Come here. Stay put.

I am not moving

till you show me the FIR with my name on it.

Come to me for the FIR

when the parents of the girls who your husband has sold

will take your child away.

Sir, none of his wives knew that he was jobless.

But only three months back, he bought an expensive TV.

For Sumitra's place.

The first wife doesn't even have a pin.

And, sir, check this.

So much jewellery.

But Sumitra doesn't even know about it.

Raju had kept them hidden.

Get up.

Hello, sir.

Lock him up for another 24 hours.

Sir, what are you doing? Please, sir.

Sir please for the sake of god.

I haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

- Don’t know whose underwear I am wearing. - Come on.

I might get infected because of it.

At least give me a glass of water.

Here.

Washed your underwear.

You can squeeze and drink water from it.

Both your problems solved!

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, sir.

Bloody scoundrel.

So, you are the first wife?

Yes.

In that case your marriage is annulled.

According to the Hindu Marriage Act, second marriage is not allowed.

Then cancel her marriage.

How does it matter?

All three of you will be in jail.

-What? -Why would I go to jail?

Because you sold that girl. And now her family is causing riots in the town.

Sir, we haven't done anything.

Hang on

What do you mean ‘we’?

We are not one family.

You and your husband would know about the girls.

Sir, he lives with her for three weeks in a month,

and now he's only my husband!

The jewellery was recovered from your house.

That is my jewellery.

About the girls, ask her or her husband.

My marriage is cancelled anyway.

Just give me my jewellery back.

Lata, show them out.

Pandey ji.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

This way.

Go on.

Sumi. Sumi, I haven't done anything.

Sumi. Sumi, listen to me. Sumi.

What is it? Be quiet.

Sumi.

Tell Sumi I haven't done anything. Please tell her.

Are you alright?

Yes, I am alright. Please tell her once.

Sumi.

Sumi.

Be quiet.

Tell her I am innocent.

Take care.

Lets go.

So, do you want to confess now or you want to enjoy more hospitality?

Confess what, sir?

Poonam Mishra.

Who is she, sir?

Mahto.

Charge him for trafficking and pimping.

Excuse me, I don't do such things.

Then maybe Sumitra does.

Sumi has nothing to do with this.

Poonam Mishra's jewellery was found in her cupboard.

That is Sumi's jewellery.

But the evidence says otherwise.

Mahto, what was Gaffar's statement?

That Rajkumar Siritiya and Sumitra Siritiya tried to sell Poonam Mishra to Gaffar.

You are done for.

Tell us where Poonam Mishra is.

Otherwise, I will make sure you and your Sumi...

Will never come out of jail.

Do you get my point?

By the way, she isn't happy with you.

Do you know what she told me?

"Just return my jewellery,"

"I have nothing to do with this man."

She loves me a lot.

Look...

I know you are a fan different delicacies.

But for Sumitra, you are merely a single cumin seed in her woke.

And these are not my words.

They are hers.

Leave me.

Leave me...

Leave me!

Not sure, sir.

But I guess two of my ribs are broken.

Shit, you will be suspended again.

The day I break your ribs, you will be in no condition to speak.

Sumi.

Sumi.

Don't hit Sumi, sir.

Sumi hasn't done anything. Don't hit Sumi, sir.

Sumi...

Sumi.

Hey, pest

You are allowed to sleep now.

I want to speak to Bhagwat.

Here is Sumitra's confession.

You won't need this, sir.

I love Sumi.

Yes, I also love different delicacies…

but nothing beyond Sumi.

Poonam Mishra use to work at a jewellery shop.

That cheap silver jewellery.

You find in a flea market.

You can never make a crown out of it.

That was the story of both the sisters.

Poonam was already 28. Was rejected several times.

I whispered a few sweet nothings.

And all she could hear was I love you.

Loud and clear.

After we were intimate enough over the phone,

I asked her to elope with me

And get married.

I had to cajole her a few times

But then she agreed.

We ran off to Krantibaug bus depot.

Checked in to a hotel…

and stayed there all night.

Next day I told her that I want her to meet my Guruji.

He keeps asking about my wife.

She was ecstatic hearing ‘wife’.

I told her to dress simply.

Leave her jewellery at the hotel.

Guruji prefers simplicity.

She understood.

We were at the bus depot,

When I told her that I was worried,

that she might get pregnant.

She was scared.

I have a knack, I know how to scare women.

I told her there’s no need to be scared.

I have an Ayurvedic pill.

It might cause slight discomfort. So was better to take it in the bathroom.

You might feel nauseous, puke too.

You know she was happy that day.

Mangalsutra, Sari.

Just like a new bride.

And then she went to the bathroom

You see, sir.

Cyanide is used to shine cheap silver.

That pill that I gave her was cyanide.

I waited outside the bathroom.

10 minutes. 15 minutes.

Half an hour.

And I knew...

She is done for.

I returned to the hotel room. Grabbed everything.

Took a bus. The ticket was some 28 rupees.

And came home.

To my Sumi.

Somebody please take him away!

On 5th October 2009, a body was recovered from toilet number five of the bus depot.

-Yadav. -Yes sir.

Give Mahto sir a copy of FIR number 43.

Couldn’t you identify her?

How could we?

Sir, she had no belongings on her.

Body?

They preserved it for seven days.

After that, they were short on ice.

The body was decomposing.

So...

I had promised Mishra ji that

I will return his daughter in 15 days.

I am sorry, Mr. Mishra.

-Enough.

Forgive me.

Your Punni is dead.

Punni, my child!

Sir, I am hungry.

Aren't you guys?

Let's stop at a diner may be.

What would you like to eat sir?

Dal fry, chicken fry, paneer masala?

And today's special is Dal Ghost.

You cook yourself?

No, my brother does.

Wanna eat Dal Ghost?

Sure why not…

I mean if sir is okay.

Sir, what do you suggest?

Two Dal Ghosts and 12 naans.

Go on.

Really? Are you serious?

Ohh, no…

She reminded me of someone.

Sandhya from Belampur.

No, not Sandhya.

Excuse me, Sandhya was not from Belampur.

She was from Satna.

Don't lie to us.

No, actually. It was Seema.

Seema was from Behrampur.

Who is Seema?

Which year was this?

Sir, this would be… 2005.

Yes 2005.

Start from the beginning.

Who was your first victim?

Sir, I guess my first was...

Rohini from Bhaurai.

Yes, it was Rohini.

Second was Pooja. From Jaunpur.

I took her to Lovely Lodge in Obra.

Sir, nineteen.

Why did you to kill them?

Do you know who you are?

Demon.

I am not a demon, sir.

I am a hawk.

Do you know sir,

Hawks live for 75 years.

But after 35 years, their wings loose strength.

Thay can't fly as high or hunt as they did.

So the hawk flies to a mountaintop and beats his wings till they breaks.

Then he waits for one month for the new wings to grow.

But during that one month,

He is scared and anxious.

Because he himself can become the prey.

But once that month is over, with his new wings, he soars the skies again.

And he hunts for another 35 years.

This is that one month for me too.

Mr. Rajkumar.

The police's chargesheet is longer than you.

The court can provide you with a lawyer if you need.

Sir everyone is already convinced that I am a criminal.

I cannot trust any lawyer.

I will defend my own case, sir.

Fine.

Then start with addressing me as ‘Your Honour’, instead of judge sir.

Thank you, your honour.

Sir, just one more request.

Till this case going on,

My wife Sumitra should not be allowed in court.

She will be shattered, sir.

Fine.

File a request.

Okay, sir.

Your honour...

You forgot to tell me that even the hawk fears his wife.

All the best, sir.

One month.

Phurrr.

He sedated a woman and took off with her jewellery.

One day, that woman spotted him in the market

And got him thrashed by the cops

So much that he peed in his pants.

And he also had to return the jewellery.

Which year was this?

2003, sir.

One more thing. That’s when he swore that

He’ll never leave any job incomplete.

Yes sir, this is the same girl

I had seen with Rajkumar.

At Krantibaug bus depot.

Sir, I've known Rajkumar's since he was a kid

Sir, I saw her.

She was with him.

Wearing a blue salwar suit with small red flowers on it.

Your Lordship, the FIR has the exact same description of Poonam's clothes.

This proves once again that on October 5th,

the day Poonam was murdered.

Rajkumar was with Poonam.

That's all, My Lord.

Professor.

Do you want to cross him?

Is it my turn?

So, Mr. Kalyan Singh.

What time did you see Poonam and me together?

Around 6:30.

Your Honour, please note...

No bus arrives from Robertsganj to Krantibaug before 7.

Did he say that Poonam was in a bus from Robertsganj?

Then which bus was she in?

I did not see that.

That means, Your Honour,

he only knows what he has been taught.

Professor, you are not accused of boarding the wrong bus.

He saw you with Poonam.

And that matters.

Don't waste the court's time.

Sorry, sir.

Your Honour, sorry.

It’s my first day. I am nervous.

Sorry.

-Jai Hind sir, -Jai Hind,

-What's the situation? -All good so far.

We played cricket together, he is very sharp.

And has the memory of an elephant.

He would remember every little detail to the t.

He knew everyone's weaknesses and strengths.

It seemed like all the stats were etched on his mind.

One couldn’t win against him.

Mr. Pawan, can you repeat that to the court?

What did Rajkumar write in the lodge's register?

He signed himself as Paras Kumar and Poonam Kumar for the girl as his wife.

As?

As wife?

Your Lordship, as wife.

The diary recovered from Rajkumar.

And the handwriting from the lodge's register is a 90% match

Here is the handwriting expert's report.

My Lord, this clearly proves that Rajkumar was with Poonam Mishra

On the day she was murdered.

On 5th October...

Sir, even he doesn't know Rajkumar Siritiya.

So?

Sir, we've already met all the cyanide suppliers in the area.

None of them have any connection with him.

Keep trying.

We've met over 150 people, sir.

Okay. Then let’s let him go.

You can go home too.

Sorry, sir.

Search the entire state.

Yes, sir.

Rajkumar, please come.

Yes, we were in the same room.

Poonam and me.

We are adults.

Nobody forced anyone.

We were there willingly.

We didn’t fool around.

Nor did we break any law.

She wanted to marry me...

but I didn't.

I explained that to her, but she refused to understand.

Then she left.

I’ve no clue what she did after that.

But just because I didn't want to marry her

doesn't mean I didn't care for her.

It hurts that she isn't here today.

Sometimes, I feel Poonam will just walk in from here.

Sorry.

And tell everybody that I have done nothing wrong

Sorry, sir.

This girl has embarrassed us.

She slept with him before marriage.

It was wrong to even look for her.

That’s what happens when you go to the police.

We make a mockery of ourselves in front of the world

He poisoned Punni.

It must have been so painful for her.

Sure. We'll know that find out.

It's time for us to swallow the pill.

He came to the temple for a ritual.

To cleanse his sins.

What sins?

He said he slept...

with an unmarried woman.

And later poisoned her to death.

This priest is clearly lying.

And I can prove it.

Wait a minute, sir.

Under the 1994 Chittar Vs Rajasthan State case,

his statement differs from Poonam’s medical report.

And to prove that, I would like to call the doctor...

who performed the post-mortem on Poonam Mishra.

With your permission, sir.

Doctor, was the girl forced in any manner?

There were no such marks found on her body.

Did you find any semen on her body?

No.

Did you not find it, or did you not look it?

- The condition in which the body was found... - What condition?

Generally, what happens is...

What condition?

When the body was found, the door was locked from the inside.

And the body had turned blue and totally decomposed.

This clearly indicated that she committed suicide by poison.

Suicide.

Note that, my lord.

It was a suicide.

Both the statement by the priest,

that someone had sex with the girl and then murdered her.

Are false and...

Baseless.

That is all, Your Honour.

He is making a mockery of the whole system

How can you not check for sexual assault on a dead body!

A clear case of murder has become a suicide case.

How did no one think...

Where were these girls getting cyanide pills from?

A tiny pill can kill dozens of people.

It’s not that easy.

You don’t get them at a convenience store.

It was a cyanide pill, sir.

You cannot buy it over the counter.

Something somewhere is amiss.

Jai Hind, sir.

What’s wrong, sir?

This bottle of perfume and the cyanide has some connection.

How can that be, sir?

There was only perfume in these bottles.

- We’ve got them tested too. - Yes, sir.

Check again.

Find out where he bought the perfume from?

Find out. Find out.

Yes, sir.

Do you only sell perfume or something else too?

I have nothing to do with poison.

I only make perfumes.

You won't find a better fragrance in the entire market.

Check for yourself.

Then who makes jewellery? Your father?

Yes.

I swear. These cards are my father's.

He is a jeweller.

Ask him.

I know him.

We were together in jail.

There he learnt how to polish gold from me.

After his release, he actually started his own business.

When was this?

Since 2004 and 2005.

He has been visiting once every few months.

To buy cyanide.

Do you even know what you have helped him in?

Is one pill of cyanide enough to kill a human?

Even 1/10th of a pill can.

Your Lordship, Poonam Mishra along with 19 other girls have died from cyanide.

And this is not a mere coincidence;

it is the same period when

Rajkumar bought cyanide and all these deaths occurred

between 2005 and 2009.

That's all, my lord.

Professor.

Khalid bhai.

Even today, when I eat Kheema, I think of you.

You really make the best Kheema.

Objection, My Lord.

Sorry, My Lord.

We share some old memories.

Khalid, you claimed I bought cyanide from you.

Yes, you did.

Do you have any paperwork?

Any receipt?

Not umm. Say it aloud. This is a courtroom.

We were friends. So, I never did any paperwork.

But people have seen you come to my shop.

Of course, so?

I have visited your shop

Several times.

But only to eat Kheema, not to buy cyanide.

Stop lying.

It’s a crime to mislead the court.

By the way, do you have a licence to buy cyanide?

Of course I do.

And to sell?

Because I don't have any licence to buy it.

Always up to something illegal, aren't you?

Objection Your Honour, I do nothing illegal.

I was only helping him as a friend.

Again, a lie. You're using my name for your illegal business.

He's been arrested once before for selling fake gold.

And now he's killing innocent girls and robbing their gold...

In fact, Mr. Saxena was right.

Nineteen girls died from cyanide.

between 2005 and 2009, and Khalid possessing of cyanide,

and all the deaths occurring in the same period,

cannot be a mere coincidence.

Your Honour, I have done nothing.

Confess to the court that you killed Poonam Mishra.

Objection!

Professor, control yourself.

I haven’t killed anyone.

Stop lying. You have killed Poonam Mishra.

Your honour, I swear I have not.

I don’t do anything illegal anymore.

You just admitted to selling me cyanide illegally.

When did I?

I didn't sell it.

Do you a receipt or paperwork?

Mr. Khalid, watch what Your words.

You are changing your statement.

Sir, this is my statement.

The only connection between us is Kheema.

Nothing else.

But they refuse to listen.

Sir, they coerced me into giving this statement.

Your Lordship, the witness is getting hostile under pressure.

Words are being twisted.

Did you sell cyanide to Rajkumar?

No.

Mohammad Khalid's statement should be dismissed from the records.

I can't see you like this, Vishwas.

Get a hold of yourself.

I went to jail today.

To kill Rajkumar.

What?

I didn't kill him.

But those 19 girls will get justice.

This demon won't die accidentally.

He will have to go down on his knees, bow his head,

and repent for his actions.

'Sir, I took her to City Lodge in Phaphamau.'

'Then it was Pooja in 2008.'

'Yes, 2008.'

'I took Mahima to Paradise Hotel in Ranikoot.'

'As think, I took Ranjana to Devlok Lodge of Chandrauli.'

'to Devlok Lodge of Chandrauli.'’He has the memory of an elephant.’

'He has the memory of an elephant. Remembers every detail to the t.'

'to Devlok Lodge of Chandrauli.'

Mahto, I clearly remember Rajkumar mentioned Devlok Lodge in his confession.

But there is no mention of it in your report.

Because the Lodge is Namaskar Lodge not Devlok.

Sir, he always gets confused with names...

No.

He is not at all.

He is confusing you guys.

Sir, we even have a copy of the register.

He stayed there with Ranjana.

Then where the hell is Devlok Lodge.

Actually, sir, there is no Devlok Lodge.

No. There has to be.

I want a list of all the lodges in Purvanchal.

Sir, there’d be hundreds of them.

And I want them now.

Sir, it's 3 in the morning.

So?

Sir, there are a total of three Devlok lodges.

Varanasi, Vindyachal and Allahabad.

Thank you.

Sir, don't spare that rascal.

Promise.

Ever seen him?

Yes, sir. He was here.

I've checked three times in front of you.

There is no record of any such case.

You must have a record of the officer on duty at the bus depot that night.

Yes.

Show me.

There was no identification on her.

I admitted her to the hospital.

Poor girl was unconscious.

Was she alive?

She. Absolutely.

Shalu Bajpai, comatose.

Contact person is Neelima Azad.

She’s a nurse from our hospital.

Where can I find her?

She lives in the staff quarters.

She was in a coma for forty days.

She didn’t swallow that pill,

because she was afraid of tablets since childhood.

She just licked it and slipped into a coma.

She used to cry all day.

Was anxious all the time.

She slipped into depression.

Now, finally, a year ago, she got married.

And also has a cute daughter now.

Where can I find Shalu?

Sir, she doesn't want to meet anyone.

She is still very scared.

No need to be scared. Trust us.

Sir, please. She has barely started living again.

If her husband finds out her real name...

What is Shalu's real name?

I had big dreams for my life.

I wonder if I was naive or something else.

He destroyed everything.

I don't even recognize that Meera anymore.

Every day, I live in fear,

that the truth will be exposed, and my life will be ruined again.

He should fear truth, not you!

He has committed the crimes, But you are the one paying.

I can understand if you don't wish to come to the court.

But please stop punishing yourself like this.

Please.

Take care.

"The nature of betrayal is such that it deceives in waves."

"It devours hundreds of faces, and lingers forever"

"Tell me, O wandering birds"

"why the winds evade my wings, tell me why"

"The prison where you are confined, Did you create that cage, that guard?"

"Why do you linger there?"

"Set yourself free... Set yourself free"

"Let go of your wounds..."

"Whether anyone believes you or not..."

"Prove to yourself that you exist..."

I can accept Meera.

but not the prying eyes of the world.

For the society you will always remain Shalu.

"Wipe the ocean of tears from your eyes..."

"Make a resolute choice..."

"Be the beacon of your own light..."

"Reveal your courage..."

"Embrace your true identity..."

"Shatter the false reflections..."

Sir, I want to interrogate him some more.

Sir, if we jail demons like him only for fraud,

then we should throw away our uniforms.

If the world followed orders,

we wouldn't need these uniform in the first place.

Sir, 19 girls...

Don't avenge them.

"Set yourself free... Set yourself free..."

"Liberate yourself from your wounds..."

"Whether anyone believes you or not..."

"Prove to yourself that you exist..."

Mr. Saxena, are you ready?

I am embarrassed, Your Lordship.

Embarrassed that this demon comes from our society.

And as a society, we have failed.

I am embarrassed that we couldn't stop him.

We couldn't save those 19 lives.

I feel embarrassed for those 19 families,

whom we may fail once again,

if this court sentences him for five years.

That too only for fraud and forgery.

But this won't happen. Not this time.

Because Robertsganj police has worked day and night,

so this demon gets the right punishment for his crimes.

I want to thank every person...

because of whom these 19 families will get justice today.

And for that, I want your permission to call my last witness.

My last witness is Mrs. Shalu Awasthi...

a.k.a Meera Bajpai.