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Good evening, sir.

¶ Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you ¶

¶ Happy Birthday, dear Nya Happy Birthday to you! ¶

- Mama, Seema. Seema, Mama. - Hello, Auntie.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Papa.

Get rid of him.

Waiter.

Go, go!

Yes, sir.

Is the food ready, yeah?

Smile, sir!

Family photo! Please, sir, smile!

- Hello, sir! Smile! - Hey!

Oh.

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

Balloon.

- Papa! - Siddarth.

All the best.

Papa.

I have to be at the hospital early tomorrow.

I've told you,

my neighbors can see you coming in this late.

- What? - Nothing.

This is for Nya's birthday.

Nobody's saying anything. It's just you, and me and this motherfucker.

There's no one else. Do you love me?

Of course.

You know,

You are the best girlfriend ever.

Have I said this to you before?

Who the fuck are you, man?

No pushing. No pushing.

No, no pushing.

Baby, I'm dealing with it.

Suraj, are you okay?!

Suraj.

Yeah.

Yeah?

- I'm sorry! - No, baby. Don't be.

Hello!

Mahima.

Yes, okay.

We're still deciding.

Thank you, ma'am.

On a personal level, let me tell you,

every child deserves a good home.

Papa?

Thank you, doctor.

All the best.

Sorry.

I hope you got a nice, warm welcome.

Great, sir.

S.N. Kashyap, sir.

Emotionless bugger!

You know, when he heard about your transfer.

I guess he didn't want to lose a fine officer like you.

I'm just a regular cop.

It was a lucky break.

We were running after this case for a number of years.

- Just doing my job, sir. - Hmm.

- Yes? Good evening, sir.

Bharat Sinha's just been reported dead.

Approximately two hours ago.

Okay.

Inform Bates immediately.

- Yes, sir. - Immediately, please!

- Thank you. - Good night, sir.

There are no lucky breaks in life.

You were not doing your job,

you were doing your duty.

Your job is doing what is required.

Your duty is doing what is right.

My duty is my job, sir.

Anyway. Welcome on board, my son!

- Very proud of you. - Thank you, sir.

Anne.

Where did you get a husband like this?

- Thank you, sir! - Mm.

Tomorrow morning. Ten o'clock sharp.

- Yes. - In my office.

There's a gentleman I want you to meet.

Sure, sir.

Good.

Enjoy your meal!

Just be proud of yourself, no?

Like I'm of you.

It was a freak accident.

That's it.

Sorry.

It's not your fault.

Deputy Commissioner, Daniel Bates.

- Sir. - U.K. Interpol.

I see you've already met Amin.

This is my associate, Arjun Chole.

We'll try not to keep you.

Amin,

shall we?

Bharat Sinha was the patriarch

of an important crime family

known to dealing real estate pirating.

He has passed.

Mafia types you've heard,

usually hired by shady builders and shadow outfits.

A part of Delhi-city's infamous land mafia.

We are aware of half a dozen families currently operating

in this fashion.

The Sinhas, namely Bharat,

even in death remain the most unique.

To give you a better idea of what we're dealing with here,

we must navigate

to the genesis

that is Bharat.

Late 1940's,

Delhi. Independence.

End of an empire.

Just as Her Majesty packed her bags.

Bharat's first wife was pregnant with their first child.

They would name him Prithvi in honor of his twin brother.

A hard worker and a believer in the new democratic India,

Bharat and his brother became successful with a popular restaurant.

Life took a tragic turn when Prithvi was met with an accident.

Sustaining life-threatening injuries.

Prithvi? Prithvi?

The only way he could survive was through extensive

surgical procedures.

But in no way could he carry the hospital's bill.

So he had no choice

but to sell his restaurant.

Then, he waited for his money.

And waited.

And waited.

The money would never come.

Sorry.

As a result,

Prithvi died in front of his eyes.

In a fit of rage, he went around to the eldest brother's house,

stabbed him through the heart with a steak knife.

Which means he got his property back,

but Prithvi's needless death left a hole in his life.

Until he met an interesting individual named Morris Burns.

A British gangster

who happened to be living in Delhi.

Bharat sold everything to Morris,

and stuck a criminal partnership.

Morris, the money,

the emotional support.

Bharat, a hungry and angry man

who knew Delhi's people and places.

Many of his customers and clients...

were our own police.

This is how he slowly architected

the land mafia syndicate

under everyone's noses.

Officer Singh, sir.

Yes, sir.

Gurpreet

lit herself on fire in front of their two sons.

Unable to live with the monster Bharat had become.

It's ruled an accident.

Need I say more?

Then,

a girl.

Neema.

Neema Aziz.

Who became Neha Sinha right at marriage.

When his new wife joined the family

along with their newly born son, Suraj.

Many operations disappeared from our radars.

Local thuggery intensified

with his two adult sons gaining more control.

You can't understand a man

without understanding his family.

With family comes a reason to live.

Bharat's eldest, Prithvi.

He's the general.

Acting CEO of the Sinha mafia.

He's a carbon copy of his father in word and deed.

The middle son, Siddarth, unpredictable.

When he's boxed in, he'll fight back.

Borderline psychotic with a penchant

for savage acts of brutal, sadistic violence.

He's also got a hard-on for weaponry,

so it would come as no surprise to us

if he pulled his family into the international arms trade.

That or maybe stuck it out alone.

This is where you come in, Officer Raghav.

The moment we heard of Bharat's demise,

we flew here to work shoulder to shoulder

with your good Commissioner, Shah and Amin.

We need someone with your integrity

and experience in the trenches

to set a trap.

We need an officer new to Delhi.

Someone they can't manhandle, like so many before.

Meet Manjit. He's been leading undercover maneuvers in both countries.

He and his team will fill you in with all covert logistics.

Thank you, Manjit.

- Good luck, Officer Raghav. - Thank you, sir.

Hamshaid.

Sir.

Anywhere away from this fucked up city.

This is my fortune also.

I earn it.

We'll do it bigger

as partners.

With your father's name.

The man I love

Is a man bigger than a TV salesman.

Your brother has betrayed you.

You need to get rid of him.

That's the only way, Sid.

He's a hindrance

between you and me.

When he's gone

we'll be together.

A new life.

A new family.

Arms.

Hey? Pakistan, Afghanistan.

I mean.

It's a miracle. You know?

Siddarth Sinha?

Oh, hello, Officer.

Hello, Doctor.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

- Excuse me. - Thank you.

Siddarth Sinha?

Last question.

Oh, I'm sorry!

Thank you.

Nothing, sir.

Arms smuggling.

Huh?

Hey?

The material that I've bought for you.

Straight from Russia.

Same place where you are from.

Russia?

Do I sound like I'm from Russia to you?

You fat fuck!

I'm from Lake Timber, Alaska.

You know where Lake Timber, Alaska is?

Of course you don't, no one knows

where Lake Timber fucking Alaska is.

That's where I'm from.

This is good metal!

Yeah, it is.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much!

So, tell you what, um, I'll give you

twenty lacs now, and you come back

tomorrow, and I'll give you the other 20.

But we had a deal, no?

Fifty lac on delivery.

And I had so much of difficulty bringing all this over here.

Look, look, look.

I'm just a simple businessman.

I work on day to day rates.

You called me yesterday

and the rate was fifty.

Today it's forty.

Tomorrow could be 20

or ten!

Point is!

You take what, Charu sir,

- gives you! - Please don't do this, I-

Charu, sir,

I come all the way from Patiala,

My boss will kill me.

What will I tell him?

I have small children.

Alright. I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to have my man Arvind here

write you

a beautiful letter

to give to your boss man.

No, it's going to be gorgeous,

you wouldn't believe the la-de-da pretty crap

that comes out of this guy's mouth sometimes.

Astonishes me. I'm telling him all the time,

"You talk too much."

That's what I'll do.

So just leave the merch here,

we'll test it overnight.

You come back tomorrow.

And I'll give you the other fifteen.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Nice doing business with you also, sir.

Hey!

Yo, Smiley!

Why is this piece of shit still here?

Sir, owner called us, he's coming tomorrow, sir.

Wasn't he supposed to get some big, fuck off spoilers

so he could fly or something like that?

What's he going to pay for this- Nice interior!

What a piece of shit!

What am I running, a parking garage here?

What?

Siddarth Sinha wants to meet you tonight.

Charu, sir.

Charu, sir.

Fuck me in the ass!

Look at you!

Oh, very happy to see you, Charu sir.

Hell, how long has it been?

- It has been years! - Years!

Look at you! You haven't aged.

What did you do? Like, drink baby's blood or something?

Arvind! Arvind!

Come here, come here, come here.

This cocksucker says

that you tracked me down

because, uh,

you're looking to...

to buy some metal from a few of my clients?

Yes, yes, sir. Yeah.

I'm sorry, I'm a little rude

with what I said a moment before.

- No, no. - You know?

- No, no. - Yeah, yeah.

It's just the, the stench that is our business.

You know, it's like-

the smell of just new money.

is something else, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - You, uh...

Worry nothing, Charu sir,

about anything.

You have my life as

guarantee.

Alright, my brother!

- Alright. - I pay your commissi�n

tonight! Cash!

Hot damn! Alright, listen,

Arvind, he doesn't trust people that well, you know?

I do, but, personally, fuck him.

I am inspired by your bear-like confidence!

Whoo! Alright, Arvind,

why don't you two go do the thing, and, uh,

go talk about the, huh, huh, huh.

And go talk about the boom-boom-booms.

It'll all be good! Be nice to our new friend, okay?

Hey, listen, you want anything?

- You want, you want a bottle? - No, no.

- You need to get a table here? - No, no, I'm okay Charu.

- You need anything, I will hook you up! - Yeah.

I'm the man!

Giris, where are you?

Hmm?

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Sid.

Sid.

Don't worry about anything.

I'll take care of everything.

I trust you.

Mm.

Hey! You!

Sup?

- What you doing? - Fuck off!

Woah!

Easy!

Say, guys.

Can you give us a little space here?

Thank you.

What?

Don't remember me?

Look at me! No.

- No? - No.

I'm Charu uncle.

I'm your uncle Charlie!

Wow. You're a real lady-killer, aren't ya?

Arvind.

You know that, uh...

I used to...

bounce this

little,

this little lady-killer here on my knee.

I fed him ice-cream.

He spit back in my eye.

I probably had it coming.

So, how are your brothers these days?

I have nothing to do with my fucking family.

That's amazing!

That's the exact same thing I told that chick over there

in that silver dress.

Before she blew me.

It's been a long time.

It's good to see you again.

I don't even know who the fuck you are, man, I'm just-

Hey. Sit down. You know something?

I can really help you with your brothers.

Seriously. I could.

You want to be my friend.

- My friend! - Okay!

Yeah?

He's got balls.

They're small right now, but he's got them.

Easy, easy.

Come by my shop sometime.

Swing by.

Crack open the hood.

Take a look underneath.

See how your engine is running,

is it clean?

Is it well-greased?

Hell. I'll even throw in a

pair of windshield wipers.

You're going to need to know where you're going!

Alright.

Atta boy!

Oh, one more thing.

Fuck you, too.

Ladies.

I need partner like you

to strike fire with.

Charu, sir.

I bring the matches.

All my client and family name.

You and I together make

biggest partnership in North India.

Oh.

I don't know if this is for you, Sid.

It's a lot of baggage bringing family into this business.

Oh. No, no, no! Charu, sir!

I don't like it.

It's not good for my health.

There's a reason why you don't see me with the doting wife

and little Charus running around the place.

Okay?

One, two, three!

Have you ever held a gun before?

I'm not here for guns, Charu sir.

I'm not an assassin

or a hitman.

I don't like killing people.

I just need you to help me.

Hey.

Inspector, Raghav.

Suraj.

Hey, Officer.

Hi!

Um, Nya.

Nya?

Hi, Nya!

May I?

Sure.

Hi!

Hello.

Yeah?

What a big girl you are!

Mmmm, mmm, mmm!

Oh!

Sujata!

Thank you.

Got rid of him.

Just a token of dedication and

loyalty to you.

So, now...

you and I, equal partner.

Charu.

Charlie.

Hmm?

Everything you

and I sell,

We go

fifty-fifty.

I will bring you business,

hmm? That will...

stagger your...

fucking mind.

You...

you...

you are a great man!

Ergh!

What about that punky kid brother of yours?

Oh, oh.

I will take care of him.

Soon enough, yeah.

- Yeah? - Hmm.

Yeah, we have to look after our

business interest also.

Go.

Arvind!

Kid.

Good to see ya.

You.

Sit down.

I'm going to need a little one on one time with the boy.

Now.

- But, I- - You what?

Look, it's a room full of women.

Go get some pussy, will ya?

Drink.

Drink.

Good.

What is it with people, you know?

It's like

they're always wearing masks.

Right? I got one, you got one,

everybody's got a mask on.

But every now and then

it slips a little bit

and you can see behind it.

And you find out who they really are.

I've seen behind your brother's mask.

The outside's a bully,

but behind it...

coward.

I'm not helping you because

I... could give a shit about sympathy,

or because I have a bleeding heart, or

because I want to help you avenge your dead girlfriend,

which was fucked up, by the way.

I just...

I want to be able to...

just to wear my mask.

I can help you set this thing up.

If you get in trouble,

I am no help to you.

If you get your brains blown out,

I will not shed a single tear,

just cause that's the kind of motherfucker I am.

But...

the good news is...

if you do this thing right,

you never have to do it again.

And then you get anything you want.

You in?

Or out?

I'm not afraid.

Hmm.

Buck up!

This is Arun.

He will be playing the waiter.

You better give him a good tip, lady-killer,

if you know what's good for you.

Boom!

Why are you still here?

Come!

Come, come, come!

- Understood? - Yes, sir.

Don't forget to switch it on.

Don't worry.

Just...

have some confidence, don't be so nervous.

We need a full confessi�n, okay?

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

Huh?

Yes, sir.

Hello, sir.

What can get, sir?

Uh...

Butter Chicken.

Jeera rice.

Medium masala.

With all the pleasures of the worid, sir.

And you, sir?

Saag paneer and butter naan.

Oh, sorry, sir, actually

we out of the saag paneer tonight.

Why don't you try, uh, fish with the rice.

Basmati.

Undercover officers in position.

Be careful. Suraj doesn't know who you are.

And it will come with the soup, sir.

Today, manager's Happy Birthday, sir.

Is that okay, sir?

It'll take just four minutes, sir.

On the way, sir. It's coming.

Your soup, sir.

Your butter chicken masala.

Medium masala, I think?

- And your sou- - Hey!

Sorry, sir. Sorry, sir, my hand is slippery.

Sorry, sir. You don't pay, sir.

Sorry, sir!

Hundred times sorry, sir!

Quick.

Get rid of him.

Drop all exits, we're coming in.

Make sure Siddarth is not with Suraj!

I repeat, no shots fired.

No shots fired!

Suraj.

Raghav?

Raghav!

Yes, my love.

Eggs or a kiss?

Oh, eggs can wait.

Muah!

Raghav!

Well done, Officer.

- Terrific work. - Thank you, sir.

Looks like Bates wants to take you back to the U.K.

I'm quite happy with my salary here, sir.

Um, if you'll excuse me?

- Please. - Thank you.

Good to see you, Suraj.

I hope they're treating you well.

Put your phone away.

You've helped us, Suraj.

You have my word.

Okay.

Can I see Nya?

That was your brother Siddarth's pet name

for his mistress of ten years.

And she set him up to butcher Prithvi.

We got him.

He's confessed to the crime.

Thank you.

Can you please give us a moment?

We knew Siddarth had an obsessi�n with weapons.

With your father gone, he got his chance.

Prithvi paid off Charu,

and made a deal with him to protect you from Siddarth.

He bought his loyalty.

He set up a meeting with you and Charu.

But after Siddarth killed your brother,

Charu realized he was out of control.

So he set you up to get rid of Siddarth.

There is one more thing about Prithvi you need to know.

Siddarth is not her father.

Prithvi is.

She's on twenty-four hour suicide watch.

Nya is with her sister.

No one wants ties with your family, Suraj.

I have a request.

Uh.

I don't know if it's

in my place to ask you this.

You see, my wife and I, we are...

unable to conceive.

And I was wondering if...

we could take Nya to our home.

And I...

want to get your permissi�n for the adoption.