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# You'll get offended
if I tell the truth #

# Rich people live in palaces #

# With a shining chandelier
hanging From their roof #

# We live in a hut #

# It's just a small hut #

# Just a storm is
enough to blow it away #

# Rich people enjoy
delicious food #

# They even buy mineral water #

# We make do on
chutney and bread #

# We drink unfiltered water #

# Rich people's kids go to
big schools and colleges #

# They also take extra classes #

# While our kids toil hard #

# They say studies won't help them #

# You'll get offended
if I tell the truth #

# You'll get offended
if I tell the truth #

When Lord Rama was
journeying back to Ayodhya

the villages on the way were lit
with lamps to welcome Him.

Except one village. It was dark.

My mother told me that
Lord Rama did notice it.

He stopped and
asked the villagers:

'Why is it so dark?'

The villagers replied:
'We lit lamps to welcome you.'

There was a sudden storm
and all the lamps went out.

We noticed how Your
palace shone in the dark.

'So we embraced the darkness.'

The Indian countryside
is beautiful, Aditi.

Perhaps it's sucked all
the oxygen in Delhi.

Pull over, Chandrabhan.

Get me a bottle of water.

This is a Pasi village, sir.

-So?
-They're lower caste, sir.

Scheduled caste.

They breed pigs.

We don't drink water they touch.

We can't touch them.

Even their shadows
can't fall on us.

#

Nihal Singh, get me one.

Funny thing...

My driver says even their shadows
are forbidden to fall upon us.

A scheduled caste village.

What's funny?

Our moms had separate dishes
for the maids not so long ago.

They're looking at me
like the British are back.

That's right... in a way.

Welcome to Page 7, India.

Mr. Mountbatten...

Yes, it must be page 7 India..

But not as much as
you think it is.

Here we go again!

The right turn takes
you to Ayodhya.

Lucknow is straight ahead.

Turn left at the free way and
it's straight on to Kolkata.

A lot of development here.

Are they building a mall?

No, it's for Mahantji's ashram.

A multiplex ashram!

Circle Officer Brahmadatt.
In fact, Brahmadatt Singh, sir.

This way, sir.

Hail India, sir.

SI Kisan Jatav, sir.

Ajay Singh, sir.

Rajesh Mishra.

Pramod Yadav.

She's Nihal Singh's
younger sister.

A great cook.

If you don't mind, sir,
she'll serve you.

He is... Yadav. And he is...

Greetings, sir.

Welcome to Laalgaon.

Anshu Naharia, sir.

He's a respected contractor.

Your toilet needed repair.

I suggested we
should get a new one.

He does a lot of work for us,
government roads, railways, etc.

Anshu has built many nice
public toilets for us.

The SP has a party planned
for you this evening.

Why not freshen up, sir?

You'll get to meet everyone
before he leaves Laalgaon.

# I do declare #

# the Neem tree is no less than
the sandalwood tree. #

# Our Laalgaon police station is
as good as the city of London! #

Nihal Singh, is
this party for me?

Yes, sir.

Welcome, Mr. Ayan Ranjan.

I'm Mayank.

He got the idea of buying single
malt from your Facebook page.

-Instagram.
-Same thing.

This way. Come, come.

Sisters and brothers,

we have with us our new

upper, upper police officer.

Mr. Ayan Ranjan.
Ranjan. Ranjan. Ranjan.

Applause!

I declare...

The moon shines after years.

The fun starts now
that you're here.

Cover it properly.

I'm a fan of his book.

Is your father a writer, sir?

A very senior IFS officer.

He wrote a book
after he retired.

Ayan, you must've
studied abroad?

No, sir. I graduated in Delhi.
St Stephens.

I was in Europe and then
Dad ordered me to return.

So I came back.

Your first posting? Laalgaon!

-Sir, it's a punishment.
-Punishment?

Did you fall out with someone?

No, sir. It was
out of affection.

I said: 'Cool,
sir' to Shastriji.

Madanlal Shastri.

The Home Secretary in Delhi.

You said: 'Cool, sir' to him?

He said something
at the graduation party

and I replied:
'Cool, sir.'

What did he say?

He paused for two seconds...

then said:

'Cool!'

Here's 20 rupees from Bachchu
Rai for our singer Amitji.

I thank you all.

There's a canteen
behind the station.

They serve amazing food.

SP Subodhji never needed
food to be sent from home.

Your office is over there.

Is that Satyendra Rai?

Yes, sir. Do you know him?

Of course. He's a good friend.
We studied together in Delhi.

Was he in the IAS too?

He's an officer of the
Pollution Control Board.

-Shall I call him?
-Let's go.

Satyendra.

Don't you recognize him?

You should thank
him for the drinks.

I recognized him, sir.

Congratulations,

Additional Commissioner.

How are you?

He is talking to you.

I'll be back, sir.

He's had one too many.

He was a good friend.

Oh no, they're back again.

Excuse me, sir.

-What?
-You will find them if you try.

-You mean right now?
-At least lodge our complaint.

What's going on?

I must work on Shastri.
It's like Bollywood in 1980s.

Wait for a couple of days.

If you could talk to the CBI...

Buzz off! You don't belong here!

Okay, Ayan.

I'm off. My flight's
at 5 tomorrow.

Laalgaon is in your hands now.

I'll do my best, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

All the best.

Look after Mr. Ayan.
Oh, Brahmadattji!

-Who are they?
-They're from a nearby village, sir.

They skin animals and sell
the hides to the tannery.

What's the problem?

Nothing. It's the usual, sir.

In fact...

they say three of their girls
have been missing for two days.

Have you filed a report?

We're making enquiries, sir.

Happens all the time.

Their girls run away
and then come back.

What's their nearest
police station?

Ours, sir.

Not from my dish, sir.

I'll get you another dish.

Bring some 'mangauri' for sir.

Hurry up!

This fool, Satyendra.

I'm fine.

Let me drop you.

I haven't driven
a bike in years.

Jatav, look here!

-Don't you go!
-Tell Chandrabhan to follow them.

Make it quick!

He's leaving on the motorcycle.

Follow them!

Hurry!

I worked very hard too.

But you did better.

I knew you'd clear the tests.

Stop!

Where are you running away?

Hey!

-He's drunk.
-Stop!

Stop!

Rascal, come here.

Are you Bulan's son?

What's this?

Go on! Squat!

It's nothing, sir.

He's the confectioner's son.

He had a kitchen knife on him.

-Let's go, sir.
-Okay.

I didn't think
you'd recognize me.

Why wouldn't I?

We're home.

#

How is Aditi?

Does she still call
you a foreigner?

She doesn't say
it, but thinks it.

She does good work.

Gender equality, human rights.

Her articles get published.

We talk often.

Talk often?

What do you mean?

These days, we argue
more than we talk.

She still thinks of me
as her college boyfriend.

Listen.

Don't let Aditi go.

You'll never find another girl
like her in your lifetime.

Here we go!

Greetings, sister-in-law.

I'm Ayan.

Greetings.

She knows you.

Archana, you heard us?

-Please come inside.
-Some other time.

See you later.

Listen, sonny!

We haven't even hugged!

Oh, shucks!

Sorry to wake you
up so early, sir.

You must've slept
late last night.

We've photographed them.

The missing girls?

They've been missing for
two days, since the 12th.

They were cousins.

The third girl was a
friend from Laalgaon.

The villagers said...

the cousins were intimate.

Lesbians.

-Their fathers hung them.
-Where are the fathers?

We're investigating.

-Has anyone given a statement?
-No, sir. But they will.

The third girl?

No sign of her, sir.

We've called an ambulance.

We'll send the bodies
for the post-mortem...

and file a report.

-Nihal.
-Sir.

Careful, sir!

Jatav, can't you untie the knot?

Pull the body up and undo
the knot around her neck.

If you pull her up,
you can't untie the knot.

Shall I cut it?

Then she'll drop to the ground.
Don't you know physics?

What shall we do?

Shit. They were children.

Only 15.

One girl is still missing.

It's just like the
wild, wild west.

Hello, are you there?

Yes. Last week a girl's
body was found in Rajasthan.

In Sikar.

Looks like rape, but they claim
it was a case of honour killing.

Are these girls Dalits?

Yes.

Why isn't this news reported
with the GDP headlines?

It does get reported.

Remember the Nirbhaya outrage?

But why can't the Laalgaon
or Sikar cases hit the headlines?

Why should you decide
about Laalgaon?

We'll only know
after the investigation.

You can't just publish that
it's rape based on rumours.

There is a book of law.

That doesn't care about justice?

I can't be doing Ph.D on this, okay.

That's not what I was saying.

You're defending the system.

I'm doing my job.

Don't honour killings happen?

I thought I could
share it with you.

But you don't believe
in moderation.

You want me to be an
activist, but law-abiding.

You want a hero, Aditi.

No, Ayan.

I want someone who
doesn't wait for a hero.

Glory to India. Sir, will
your lunch come from home?

We've ordered something
from the canteen for you.

Pramod and Mishra want to
see you for a briefing, sir.

Mayank!

Chandrabhan, hurry up.

-Mayank!
-Sir.

Why is the fan so noisy?

I'll get it fixed, sir.

Why didn't you register
their complaint?

It didn't seem serious, sir.

When is it serious?

These people keep
reporting false cases.

In January a boy ran away

and we had to report
it as a kidnapping.

-Then these people...
-'These' people?

File the missing girl's report.
Now.

Yes, sir.

-Ask Pramod and what's his name?
-Mishra.

Send them in.

Move back!

She was from Laalgaon.

Step back!

Move!

Move it! This isn't a circus.

Get Dr. Awdhesh on the line.

He's down with malaria, sir.

Who'll do the post-mortem? You?

His assistant Dr. Malti
Ram will do it.

Oh God! Long live the
reformer Dr. Ambedkar!

Mr. Navin of Prabhat
News is waiting.

Okay. Go.

By hanging the girls he's
just attracted the media.

Come! Take! Good!

Good boy.

There you go.

My sonny!

Write.

It's a case of honour killing.

The girls were cousins.

They were too close.

Bad influences
everywhere these days.

Their fathers found out.

They could not take
it, so they hung them.

Listen.

I'm not saying this.

Other people have
made statements.

Get it?

Got it.

Very well.

The village is calm, sir.

Tomorrow's papers will say
it was a case of honour killing.

-You talked to a journalist?
-No, sir.

-What about the post-mortem report?
-Soon, sir.

But it won't tell
us anything new.

I want to avoid delays, sir.

Or their leader, Shanti Prasad,

will start a strike.

In power, they build
statues of themselves.

Out of power, they turn
into lower caste Dalits.

-Tell me when you get the report.
-Okay, sir.

We must find that girl.

What girl, sir?

How many villages besides
Harimanpur are there near the tree?

Two, sir. Bichhiya and Chhatni.

Find out if anyone saw anything.

You two meet me at home.

Stop the car.

Nihal Singh, listen.

I can't get through
to Satyendra Rai.

Go to his house. Find out what's happening.
Report to me.

Okay, sir.

Come on, move back!

Sir,

the older girl, Shanu,

was my daughter.

And the younger girl, Mamta,
was Mahendar's daughter.

Our daughters were killed, sir.

And they're framing us.

I'm sorry.

You should be, sir.

What's your name?

Gaura.

Pooja is her sister, sir.

Please find Pooja.

We beg you.

Don't we have a glass?

They won't drink from a
glass in your presence, sir.

Had they kept our
girls all night and...

freed them later, it
would've been okay.

But they hung them from a tree.

If someone had listened to us,

our girls would still be alive.

Let me see the post-mortem report first.

I'll do something.

Anshu Naharia slapped Pooja.

That's why Brahmadatt
didn't file a report.

Shanu and Pooja were working
on a road construction project.

They asked for a
three-rupee raise.

How much?

Three rupees.

The daily wage was 25.
They wanted 28.

The other children then refused
to work for under 28 rupees.

When Anshu slapped Pooja,

the others stopped working.

They worked at the tannery
instead for 28 rupees a day.

Did any kids work for 25 rupees?

After he slapped
her, a few kids left.

Amali.

The curtain's the
wrong way round.

Turn it around. The print
should face the room.

Everything will look
white in the office.

Yes?

Gaura used to study
at our school.

I studied in Harimanpur
till class 9.

My father worked at the school.
That's how I know her.

-And yet you didn't report it?
-I was busy with the Kanpur case.

-And Brahmadatt told us...
-Is it filed now?

Yes, sir.

Jatav, we must find
the missing girl.

Get the details from Gaura.

Check Pooja's phone records.

Take statements from her
neighbours and family.

Talk to the tannery supervisor.

What time did she leave work
on the 12th? Who with?

Where was Anshu on the 12th and 13th?

I need to find out
as soon as possible.

These girls and boys
return home sometimes.

To be honest, sir, whatever
we do for these people...

Who are 'these' people?

Are they from Jupiter?

'They' this, 'they' that.

Who are 'these' people
who come and go?

Or hang themselves from trees?

Sir, I was...

Get the fuck out of here.

Come. Let's go.

What did he say?

he said, 'Get the
fuck out of here.'

-Was he swearing at us?
-No. He asked us to go.

Let's go to the tannery.
It's late.

Get fuck here.

Please come.

Put it on the table.

Yes, brother.

Shall I make okra tonight?
Or gourd?

I can also make a
cottage cheese dish.

-Make whatever you cook well.
-I cook everything well.

Are you Nihal Singh's sister?

Yes.

-Did you go to school?
-Till class 8.

Now I'm learning Inglish.

Not Inglish, it's English.

Call it what you want, brother.
Understanding is what counts.

And brother...

Anshu Naharia has sent
a mutton curry for you.

I'm making gourd
dish with parathas.

Yes, Nihal Singh?

Satyendra is out, sir.

His wife is here.
Shall I put her on?

Okay.

Hello!

Where's Satyendra?

He left home early.

His phone is switched off.

-Did he say anything before he left?
-No.

He got up at 4 a.m.
and just drove off.

But I dropped him
home at midnight.

He slept for awhile.

He got a call and
then he was gone.

Long live India!

Nihal Singh

What are you doing here?

The boss sent me to
Satyendra's house.

And?

He hasn't returned home.

I see.

How much longer for
the post-mortem report?

The Addl. Commissioner keeps asking:
'Where's the report?'

-Not long now, sir.
-It doesn't look like it.

-It'll get done, sir.
-Come on!

Doctor, the CO.

Mr. Brahmadatt Singh.

I'm making a provisional report.

The final one will take time.

What's in the report?

Rape.

, gang rape.

They were raped
repeatedly for days.

Two or three days.

Then hung alive.

Have you spoken to Dr. Awdhesh?

Yes.

And?

I can't do what he's asking.

You're reacting
emotionally, Maltiji.

I advise you to write a few
poems on your Facebook page.

You'll feel better.

But don't write anything here.

I'm just doing my job.

-Your work is amazing.
-Dr. Awdhesh on the line.

Doctor, what's this?

The women's movement
has taken over here.

Now will you write up
the post-mortem report?

How will we control
this district?

If the Additional
Commissioner sees the report,

your malaria will be
replaced by jaundice.

You'll die a mysterious death.

Understand?

Get up! Enough of your malaria.

Get well soon.

This is the quota
system for you!

The girls were from
scheduled caste.

And so is the doctor.

Our taxes paid
for her education.

-Yes.
-Get it?

I told you to
disappear for a while.

Come back in four months when all
is calm and the case is closed.

But you people never listen.

Okay.

Come.

# You kept me away from you, my love #

# What mistake did I commit? #

You know the trouble
with the lower caste?

I'm an insider. I've
watched them for 40 years.

As soon as one of
us becomes a cop,

they take us for their
action hero, Ajay Devgan.

'The rascal cop will help us now.'

Gaura's got it in for you.

If you live in the slums

where you shit and
eat in the same place,

where animal hides rot

-can girls be safe there?
-No way.

Look at history.
Have girls ever been safe?

These people never change.

Should I become
Raja Ram Mohan Rai

and risk everything?

Mayank, you know

how I've struggled to get
anywhere in our society.

Yes, I know.

You saw me sweeping
the school floors.

Jump, Jatav!

You scum!

Who is it? Come out.

Nokhai! You dare
attack the police?

Now you're the big cop!

Not one of us now?

There's been a murder.

So you want to kill me?

We don't believe in killing.

And you won't kill me.

Put your gun down.

Take the shortcut
through Bichhiya.

The bridge has been reopened.

Sir,

Pramod said you wanted to
see the old police files.

Who's buying from Anshu
Naharia in this department?

He's rich and the councillor's friend.

So he's everybody's friend.

His father was a politician.

He's powerful, sir.

He was close to Subodh Lal,
the officer before you.

And Brahmadatt?

-Him, too.
-And Jatav?

Jatav!

He's a zero.

He doesn't count for anything.

He may not do the right thing,
but he won't do anything wrong.

I'm sorry.

I think I was overreacting.

Good shoes, good English,
travelled the world...

maybe that's not the real you.

You became a civil servant
because of your Dad.

You may become an
activist because of me.

You don't want to
discover your true self.

If you don't know yourself,
how can you know me?

Now, I am sorry.

You were right.

I will do my best.

# I look at everyone's face #

# Hoping someone
will call out to me #

# I look at everyone's face #

# Hoping someone
will call out to me #

# Don't leave me
My little girl please come back #

# To your father #

# Your fight is over Oh, lord #

# Your father is
crying his heart out #

Nanku!

Mahendar! Let's go.

# Your mother is stunned #

# Like she lost
something precious #

Let's go.

-Let's go.
-Where are you taking them?

What have they done?

What have they done?

Where are you going?

We were returning
from the tannery

after enquiring about
the missing girl.

When suddenly a
fireball made of jute...

No, no, write:

We were bombarded by fireballs
and the Jeep caught fire.

So we jumped out.

I told Mayank to run.

We ran in all directions.

Who was the rascal?

Sorry.

We looked everywhere.

It was dark.

No one was there.

We saw no one.

We kept running
through the fields.

We had no torch.

I reached for my cell phone.

If the fireball was
thrown at the Jeep,

they must've been
very close, Jatav.

But you saw no one?

Sir, their faces were covered.

So?

You had a gun.

They had a gun, too.

Did anyone fire?

No one fired, sir.

Why not?

You've made a false statement.

Sign it.

Sign it.

Go on!

One minute.

-Anything else?
-That's all.

-Sir, Nishad...
-Shut up!

They were Nishad's men, sir.

BSS.

Who's Nishad?

A member of the
Bhim Sangharsh Sena.

They said...

the police asked the villagers

to make false statements
against the girls' fathers.

Did you have a hand in this, too?

Tell me.

Which side are you on, Jatav?

Whichever side
you choose for me.

Bhim Sangharsh Sena, sir.

They were Nishad's boys.

He's their leader, sir.

He thinks he's the
Dalit Robin Hood.

He was jailed last year.

There's a national
security case against him.

He's on bail.

He's gone underground.

Let's close the case, sir.

The girls' fathers have been
granted custody for seven days.

Four villagers have
made statements.

The fathers beat the girls.

That's why the case closed, sir.

-Where's the post-mortem report?
-Coming, sir.

-The bodies have been buried.
-Buried?

Yes, sir. They usually bury
girls if they are minors.

I'll bring you the
report this evening.

Case closed, sir.

Who is Anshu Naharia?

Anshu...

You've met him, sir.
He built the bathroom.

Call him to the office.
I want to talk to him.

You want to talk to Anshu?
About what, sir?

Let it go, sir.

Why get mixed up in all this?

If Anshu is implicated,
it'll lead to Ramlal Naharia.

The government's
in his pocket, sir.

I beg you, sir,

don't disturb the balance.

Till I see the post-mortem
report, I won't sign this.

I'm your well-wisher.
I beg you, sir.

I'm your well-wisher, sir.

Sir, look...

it's like quicksand.

Don't probe too much, sir.

If you probe too much...

If we stir things up, we won't be spared.
I beg you, sir.

They won't spare us.

Are you crazy?

You really enjoy playing
the detective, don't you?

You didn't think you should
clear it with me first?

Why didn't you ask me?

He'll leave.

He'll be here for a few
months then he'll leave.

But you and I?
We have to live here. Survive!

Do you get it?

Haven't you heard of Ramlal Naharia?

Do you know what'll
happen if he's implicated?

Want to play the honest cop?

-Go, stop him!
-How can I?

If he questions me,
I'll have to answer him.

Did I speak to his predecessors?

I've stood by you all my life.

How can I say no to him?

You talk to him.

Take me to Harimanpur.

My mother used to say...

our society is built
upon certain laws.

There's a king and his subjects.

Attendants and servants.

Society has a balanced order

that was created by Lord Brahma.

In Sanskrit.

We have no right to
upset this balance.

And, sir,

if everyone is equal,
who'll be the king?

If everyone is equal,
who'll be the king?

Why have a king at all?

Who knows Nishad?

Maatadeen, Shishupaal,
Lachcha and Deenu Daama.

They have all given statements.

Where are they?

We haven't seen them
since yesterday.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

I know Nishad.

Mayank and Jatav could've been killed.

They didn't mean to kill them.

Do you work with Nishad?

I was going to marry him.

If they didn't mean to kill
the cops, why attack them?

'It takes a loud voice
to make the deaf hear.'

Bhagat Singh said that in 1929.

I studied civics
till ninth grade.

Nishad understood it better
than he should have.

We're looking for your sister Pooja.

The police don't
even have her photo.

Morning, sir.

Sorry, sir.

They'll fix it tomorrow.

Satyendra's wife is here, sir.

Has he left home
like this before?

No.

I'm very worried.

Any friends or family nearby?

He hardly meets anyone.

And Anshu Naharia?

They meet sometimes

for some work or other.

Mayank, take her number.

Find out who called at 4 a.m.

Tap the caller's number.
Find his location.

You'd better go home.

I'll call you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Easy.

Tap her phone as well.

It happens every day, sir.

Brahmadatt's at the hospital now.
He can take care of it.

Good excuse to go
to the hospital.

Meet the doctor too.

Did you perform the
girls' post-mortem?

Yes.

Dr. Awdhesh will
write the report.

I'm going on leave.

Were they raped?

It was a gang-rape.

Over two or three days.

What difference does it make?

It makes a difference,

but if you go on leave.

Have you the courage to stay?

I'll stand by you.

Give me a provisional report.

Keep the girls' DNA samples.
We'll have them tested.

You'll come to no harm.

It hurts!

Shut up!

Why are you shouting?

So you dare sit and
eat in the temple?

We did not eat there, sir.

It's the truth, sir.
We did not eat in the temple.

Sir!

Any names?

No, sir.

But they described
the boys who hit them.

Round up the suspects.

Sir.

Take their statements.
I'm coming.

Too sweet! Chandrabhan has diabetes.

-It burnt my tongue.
-Sir.

Sorry, sir.

What about the temple?

Aren't Dalits allowed to enter?

Right, sir.

Who beat them up?

Boys from Mahantji's ashram.

Who is Mahantji?

Mahantji is Mahantji.

He's upper caste?

A Brahmin, sir.

And those young men?

Scheduled caste, sir.

-What caste is Brahmadatt?
-Thakur, sir.

So what caste are Thakurs?

Brahmins, Kshatriyas
or Vaishyas?

They're Kshatriyas, sir.

What are you?

I am a Jat.

Now called OBC, 'Other Backward Class.'

So why are you still protesting?

I'm not, sir.

The Haryana Jats are protesting.

They're still considered Jats.

Jatav, aren't you a Dalit?

Yes, sir.

Same caste as the injured boys?

No, sir.

I'm a Chamar.

They are Pasis.

We're much higher than them.

We have nothing to do with them.

We don't eat the
food they touch.

And I can't eat
the food you touch?

Right, sir.

Right.

And what caste are you?

A Kayasth, sir.

What's a Kayasth?

We're different. We don't fall
into the four main castes.

-And me?
-A Brahmin, sir.

So am I Mahantji's equal?

No, no, sir.

He's a Kanyakubja
Brahmin, a top Brahmin.

You're a Saryuparin.

What the fuck is going on here?

Okay, sir.

Just a second!

Jatavji, what's wrong?
Why did you leave?

Didn't he tell us to go?

When did he say that?

Didn't he say 'fuck'?

Doesn't that mean 'go?'

Come on.

Jatav!

How far is Harimanpur?

There, sir.

About two kms.

And the tannery?

Just beyond Chhatni village.
About 5 kms away.

What's that?

Ignore it, sir.

Sir!

Dead animals are brought here,

skinned and sold to the tannery.

Their work used to run smoothly
but now there's the strike.

Because those boys were beaten,

Nishad has stopped the men
from his caste from working.

They've alerted
everyone on WhatsApp.

Sir...

You and I are invisible to them.

Though they depend
entirely on us.

We work on their farmlands.
We clean up their shit.

We deliver their babies.
We burn their corpses on funeral pyres.

Now we're done with
begging for justice.

We've asked many times

Stop working now!

You won't find her
in the fields, sir.

It's been three days.

The fields may look big,

but a farmer knows
every foot of his land.

Will we ever find her?

We must keep looking.

That's the tannery.

The girls went home this way.

This is called the 'pig swamp.'

It's filthy.

Pigs used to wallow in it.

They were three girls.
Why kill only two?

Pooja!

Pooja!

Pooja!

A pink slipper was
listed in the report.

Can the swamp be crossed barefoot?

It's deep in places, sir.

No one would dare
cross it at night.

What's on the other side?

What's on the other side?

Fields are on this side.

Jungle's on the other.

How big is the jungle?

About three or four kms, sir.

How does one get there?

Why go there, sir?

How does one get there?

We don't go there, sir.

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Who did this?

Glory to India.

The cleaner didn't show up.

They're on strike, sir.

They're dumping waste
outside government offices.

Yes, sir.

He's here.

I'll put him on.

Ramlalji!

Himself, sir!

Sir?

Yes.

Of course, sir.

So shall I close the case, sir?

How are you?

You okay?

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep.

Did you feel again that
you had landed on Mars?

What do three rupees buy, Aditi?

What?

Can three rupees buy anything?

What's wrong, Ayan?

The girls were raped and
murdered for three rupees.

I'm listening.

When I was growing up in all
these countries, people would say:

'India, India, we would love to go
there someday.'

And I was like 'You must.'

I'd sell the Taj
Mahal or Khajuraho

as though it was
my family property.

I felt so proud of my country.

Are you not proud of me?

Of course I am.

Something that's so fucked up...

there's a war going on.

Two girls are dead. One's missing.
No one's bothered.

People here think it's
happening in some other country.

On TV, in drawing rooms, in markets,
everything is normal, Aditi.

Should I be proud of this too?

Messed up!

And I willl unmess it.

Is that even a word?

Unmess.

We must find new
words, new ways.

Because this mess is ancient.

As per the Indian
Constitution, Article 15

the State shall not
discriminate against any citizen

The Constitution of India, 1950

on the grounds of religion, race,
caste, sex or birth place.

The use of wells, tanks,
bathing places, roads

and the access to
any public property

will not be subject
to any disability,

liability, restriction
or condition.

# Mother, I salute thee! #

# Mother, I salute thee! #

Rich with thy hurrying streams

# Bright with orchard gleams #

# Cool with thy winds of delight #

# Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free#

Mother, I bow to thee!

MISSING

GIRL MISSING

The three girls used to take
this road from the tannery.

They stopped at the shop,
bought some snacks

and left.

Did you see anyone after that?

A bus drove by later.

What bus?

A yellow bus, sir.

Which bus line's yellow?

No buses come here, sir.

Brothers and sisters, everyone!

Join us at the
Brahman-Dalit Unity Rally.

And you will hear
Mahantji and Shanti Prasad

share their thoughts
about this unity.

Mahantji is doing it for
his personal interests.

Nishad opposes this rally.

These girls have become the
main issue in this election.

-May I?
-Go ahead.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, all right.

Okay, okay.

It was Bachchu Rai who
called Satyendra at 4 a.m.

He repairs bikes.

Get him in at once.

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

This is the new Uttar Pradesh.

A Brahmin and Dalit
eating off the same plate.

I bow to you, Goddess of Plenty.

It helped heal the village's grief
when Mahantji shared a meal

with the Dalit leader
Shanti Prasad in Harimanpur.

He ate with the girls' family
and reassured them.

The rapists are being protected
by the politician Ramlal Naharia.

Instead of arresting the
culprits, our government

is framing the girls' fathers.

Because they're Dalits

and the government
is against Dalits.

If we are to save
Hindu traditions and religion

and save Hindus,

we must unite.

Dalits and Brahmins
must unite as one.

This is just the start.

-To our union!
-Long live!

-To our union!
-Long live!

-Jatavji!
-Sir.

How long will it take?

They've been working
for two hours.

The more we drain the gutter,
the more filth pours out.

How many men work here?

Here, sir?

How many men work for us?

With the cleaners, we're 20.

And at the Haulpur
police station?

About 13 or 14 men.

In Chhatni?

About 20, sir.

-Tomorrow at 6 a.m.
-Yes, sir.

-I want to see everyone at the swamp.
-Yes, sir.

We'll make our way
into the jungle.

We'll search from the
tannery to Harimanpur.

Yes, sir.

Anshu Naharia is here, sir.

Sir, you guys get transferred,

but we get killed.

All we need is your signature.
Everything will be managed.

Are all the Delhi
files above board?

Ramlal Naharia asked
for your number.

He'll be calling you.

Why did you hit the girls?

They wanted a raise.

So you hit them?

First, I refused them.

So why hit them?

They were going to quit working.

So you hit them?

The others would've
demanded a raise

stopped work and left.

All work would stop.

Your milk would
not get delivered.

You'd have to clean the sewers.

Cobble your own shoes.

If we didn't keep
them in their place,

no work will get done.

What is their place?

The place we give them, sir.

And what I earn tells you
my place in society.

Everyone has their status, sir.

Where were you on
the night of 12th?

At home.

The 12th, 13th, 14th.

I'm home every night, sir.

Friends drop by.

I have many friends.

Everywhere.

Malti, examine this man.

We need a medical report.

Or Ramlalji might claim
we beat Anshu. Right?

We must maintain the balance.
Right?

Very well, sir.

Please go to Lucknow.

Test the girls' DNA samples.

My man will accompany you.
Will you go?

Yes, sir.

Call me, no one else.

Jatav, do you know
any journalist

who'd write against
Ramlal Naharia?

Yes, sir.

Leak some news to the press:

'Anshu is our prime suspect.'

The headlines must say
Anshu is Ramlalji's close ally.

Tomorrow morning.

Doable?

It'll be done, sir.

The local papers are
publishing an article tomorrow.

Try and get it published
wherever you can.

This deserves to be
on the front page.

Are you okay?

Sir,

Bachchu Rai.

Come inside.

You called him at 4 a.m?

He owed me money, sir.

Satyendra used to get
his bike repaired by him.

He owed Bachchu money.

So you call him at 4 a.m?

My family was leaving for
Lucknow on the 6 a.m. train.

He promised to pay me
the night before, but didn't.

That's why I called so early.

But there was no sign of him.

Keep an eye on him.

Is there a CCTV
in Anshu's house.

No CCTV in Laalgaon, sir.

-Only banks have it.
-Is there one near his place?

-I'll check, sir.
-Get me the footage if there is.

Amali, can you make me some tea?

Amali!

Amali!

Amali!

Tripathi.

Tripathi!

Yes, sir.

Where's Amali?

It's 2 to 3 hours, sir.

She went out shopping,
and has not returned.

-Where does she go to shop?
-At the vegetable market.

-Here. Vegetable market?
-Yes, sir.

Phone her.

-I tried. She didn't answer.
-Why didn't you tell me?

I thought she'd be back.

She'll come back.

Don't you know what
is happening in this town?

Call her brother Nihal.
Ask if he's heard from her.

Call Nihal Singh. Now!

Get the car out.
I'll look for her.

-I'll go, sir.
-No, I will.

Where were you?

Sir, we had to submit
a form for her exam.

Today was the last day.

We went to get a photo taken.

Will anyone show up?

The upper caste will never
step into this swamp, sir.

And Nishad has asked the lower
caste workers to go on strike.

I thought the
villagers would come.

-Are you all scheduled caste?
-No, sir.

I'm a Yadav.

We await your orders.

No orders. We need your help.

We need many men.

We must break the strike.

I want to meet Nishad.

Nishad?

He's gone underground.

How much underground is he?

I've swept this
place for ten years.

When we were 11,

the principal caught
Jatav with a love letter.

The school was in session.

Jatav's father ran
after him with a stick.

I'll never forget that day!

It was a just a plot!

But his father made
delicious porridge.

It's Malti, sir.

Anshu Naharia raped the girls.

His DNA matches.

I'll be back tomorrow
with the report.

Send it to me on WhatsApp.
Call when you're here.

Let's go to bus station.

We were taught a bunch of lies.

Maybe that's why the
school didn't last.

Here I am, sir.

Send the men back to work, Nishad.

We need people to
look for Pooja.

Why bother looking for her?

Just find Pooja's
father and frame him.

Nishad,

aunt has sent halwa for you.

It was his birthday
the day before.

The boy was a gem, sir.

No one would believe it if
Nishad was given 90 out of a 100.

Because Nishad could
never score below 100.

If he was a gem of a boy,
why he's rebelling now?

You've become so negative.

If you were negative,

would they accuse you of being
a threat to national security?

There's a right way of doing things.

See Jatav.

His father was a
sweeper in our school.

And my father was a teacher.

Today we're equals.

We earn the same wage.

Hasn't Jatav made a
place for himself?

Has nothing changed in 70 years?

Yes, it has.

Sometimes we're called untouchables
or scheduled caste citizens.

But we're never counted as just citizens

so we would be
counted as equals.

You've studied too much.

I may not know a lot.

But every community
has its problems, Nishad.

Gaura was hired to
cook at a school.

The very first day the kids
refused to eat the meal she made.

Food for 150 kids
was thrown away.

Did anyone throw away
the food you touch?

Or wash their hands
after they shook yours?

Every community has its problems,

but your bones aren't broken
if you enter a temple.

Mahant was invited
by Shanti Prasad

to eat with all the villagers.

But the food and plates
came from his home.

They didn't say that on TV.

Does Shanti Prasad...

do nothing for you all?

He did once.

That's why I worked with
him for so many years.

But I soon realized...

power is a creed in itself.

He rose in politics by
stepping on our shoulders.

Now he thinks of us as dirt.

So I started to rebel.

Last year, Shanti
Prasad's men attacked us.

My guru's return gift.

This rally is to
manipulate our votes.

I won't let that happen.

Nishad, I'm doing my best.

At least as much as I can.

Will I win or lose?
I need your help...

They won't let you succeed, sir.

They ignore the Constitution
though they swear by it.

That's the fight, Nishad.

They must follow
the Constitution.

That's the only way.

That's what Dr. Ambedkar said.

Dr. Ambedkar also said:

'If I find the
Constitution being misused,

I shall be the
first to burn it.'

We found Pooja's slipper
near the swamp.

I've got to find her.

We won't stop the
anti-rally protest,

but your men will be there.

See...

How much filth is spread here.

-Glory to India.
-Glory to India.

She must've eaten something bad.

Animals don't understand.

Give her an injection.

Okay.

Jatav,

we're going
to arrest Anshu now.

Excuse me?

Mayank!

Get me the warrant.

Sir...

if you don't mind, sir.

We just heard from
Lucknow that this case

has been transferred to the CBI.

Good, sir. You'll be rid of it.

-They'll manage the case.
-The warrant, sir.

Let's manage it ourselves first.

He's not at home, sir.

Search the house.

Yes, sir.

He's gone, sir.

What's that?

A school, sir.

School.

Who does the school belong to?

Anshu Naharia.

-Come on.
-It's vacations, sir.

The school reopens in two weeks.

Here.

Unlock all the doors.

The keys to this room?

Sir has them.

Who's got the keys?

Mr. Anshu.

-Break it open!
-Sir.

Ten men will cross the
swamp and search the fields.

Ten men will search the jungle.

And the others will comb
every inch of the swamp.

Not so fast!

Some villagers are
coming to help.

Come on! Let's start.

Get on with it.

Anshu has been named prime suspect
in the Harimanpur case

I've seen it.

Ramlalji must be angry.

He won't spare him.

Suspending him isn't enough.

We'll have the rascal arrested.

Have you spoken to Ramlalji?

No. His phone is switched off.

The CBI is involved now.

Yes, that's to be expected.

Have you had your breakfast?

No. They're making
parathas for me.

The wheat crop is
fantastic this year.

You didn't have to
kill them, Anshu.

What?

You could've let the
wretches go after ten days.

They were causing trouble, sir.

Remember how the girl struggled

when Brahmadatt lay on her?

He dared to say I
was on top of her!

I'll be finished if
you get arrested.

We must close the case.

Ramlal won't spare you.

But he's let go of you.

You don't get it, do you?

Let's do it, Anshu.

Long live India!

Mr. Panicker from
the CBI is here, sir.

Get him some tea.

Yes, sir.

Central Bureau of Investigation
Mr. Panicker

Dr. Awdhesh... Dr. Awdhesh?

Dr. Awdhesh Laktakiya.

Dr. Awdhesh,

how long has Malti
worked as your assistant?

She's not an assistant, sir.

She's not an assistant, sir.

-Meaning?
-She's an assistant.

She's an assistant.

But she's a complete doctor.

But I do everything, sir.

I do everything.

You speak Hindi and English.

Sorry, sir?

She has to type
everything twice.

Sir!.

I went to arrest Anshu, sir.

He was hiding in his farmhouse.

He took a shot at me.

You were right, sir.

He's a bad sort.

How are you, Mr. Ranjan?

It's been chaos
since you arrived.

You are not familiar with our
complicated Indian customs, are you?

Mostly bookish, sir...

I'm still learning.

You are...

not comfortable in Hindi?

That's right, sir.

You prefer English.

That's okay.

I can follow it in English.

But sometimes in Hindi belts...

it would be preferable

if you could speak
the local language.

You'd understand local customs
better that way.

A girl is still missing, sir.

Every minute's important.

The prime suspect is dead.

Are you on meds?

Sorry, sir?

Are you on any medicines?

No sir, I am not.

You seem somewhat restless.

Sir, young girls were raped.

Raped?

What makes you think that?

The post-mortem report says it.

The doctor's first
post-mortem report.

The senior doctor's report
does not mention rape.

Sir, I am not qualified
to judge a qualification.

She did the post-mortem

and the report says rape.

The girls' DNA
samples were tested

and they matched
the suspect's DNA.

Anshu Naharia's, sir.

The DNA samples...

are not in my report.

Sir, I had the samples
checked personally.

I'll forward it to you as soon
as possible from my WhatsApp.

WhatsApp messages can incite
lynching and riots too.

Sir.

They say you're biased against...

the scheduled caste.

Sorry, I didn't get you sir.

You are...

prejudiced.

When you arrived you asked
about everyone's caste.

Sir, I was trying to understand

why we follow a
2000-year-old system in 2019?

Reasonable.

Asking people their caste is an
offence under the SC/ST Act.

You must know that?

Yes, sir.

The accusation is...

you are using caste...

to pursue a personal agenda.

You want to disturb
the peace here.

What do you think of the
Brahmin-Dalit Unity Rally?

Upper caste and lower caste

standing together against
the state government?

Do you want them to succeed?

I don't care, sir.

The rally has nothing
to do with these people.

It never has.

They're very innocent,
simple people.

They get influenced by sloganeering and
become part of the crowd in rallies.

Coffee?

No thanks, sir.

Okay.

Now you...

stop working on this case.

At once.

Right... now.

Anything you wish to say
in your defence

you may tell me tomorrow.

Thank you.

I know where Satyendra is.

I'm going to see him.

I'll stop after that.

Ayan, you've only just started.

-Are you arresting me?
-I must talk to you.

Don't lie! You
want to arrest me.

No, I want to talk, Satyendra.

Let go. Leave me alone!

Let go!

I just want to talk.

Why were you at Anshu's house
on the night of the 12th?

Do you know a IPS officer was
beaten to death in this very state?

I saw the CCTV footage from
the bank opposite his house.

You arrived first,

followed by a police Jeep.

-What happened that night?
-You want to be Superman?

Where did you go at 4 a.m?

Why did Bachchu call you?

Why are you running, Satyendra?

I'm being suspended,

but I'll do what I can now.

If that means arresting you

or shooting you.

I got a call at 4 a.m.

Anshu's car broke down.
He needed booster cables.

When I got there,

they had just hung the
two girls from the tree.

I was told to lie low.

And on the 12th?

There was a party at Anshu's house.

I was there.

So were Brahmadatt and Nihal.

The girls were there, too.

They went into the
school, one by one.

Anshu raped them.

So did Brahmadatt.

Rape.

Nihal Singh did, too.

I left.

Where's the third girl?

I don't know.

I thought maybe the three
girls had escaped that night.

Ayan, I won't make a statement.

Ask me in front of anyone
and I'll deny everything.

You'll stand witness.

You'll soon be
suspended and sent away.

They'll kill me.

That's the way it is here.
And always will be.

You don't get it.

I'm leaving.

Shoot me in the
back if you want to.

Finish it for me!

Where's Pooja, Nihal Singh?

I don't know, sir.

You did it, too?

He got us very drunk.

I was with Brahmadatt.

I did a bad thing, sir.

I sinned, sir.

I committed a
shameless sin, sir.

Did Brahmadatt rape them?

Yes, sir.

Where's Pooja?

There were three girls, sir.

It's the truth, sir.
I don't know.

Where's Pooja, Nihal Singh?

I don't know, sir.

Please forgive me.

I made a terrible mistake, sir.

Please forgive me.

Forgive me, sir.

Don't tell Amali.

There's news...

of a rape that's taken place
in Badaun and Bulandshahar,

it feels far away from us.

But distance means nothing, sir.

Nihal used to...

sit a foot away from me.

For 12 long years.

Arrest Brahmadatt, Jatav.

The Lucknow officers are waiting
with my suspension orders.

If I accept them,
my hands will be tied.

Mayank will bring the arrest
warrant to your house.

Sign it before you go in

and I'll manage the rest, sir.

I make a great potato curry.

And bitter gourd, but
it won't taste bitter.

My brother Nihal thinks I make
better kheer than our mother.

Tell me what you'd like to eat.

I'm not really hungry.

You and sir are never hungry.

Who can I cook for?

Sir does not sleep.

And what about you?

Sir's here.

#

everything.

I thought you might need me.

A lot.

One minute.

Amali.

Do you know what rape is, child?

Ayan.

You know Shanu and Mamta
were hung from a tree?

Your brother Nihal
raped them too.

He told me.

He's not coming back.

He told me not to tell you,
but you would have found out.

I don't know

if it makes any difference

but your brother knew
he'd done a bad thing.

We're here for you.

They can't stomach
our anti rally protest.

They're capable of anything.

I have to go away
for a few months.

Before leaving, I'd
like to see you.

Can you come?

Long live Bhim, Brother Binayak!

Nishad just got here.

Nokhai,

take him to Patna
for a few days.

They're sending
me to jail again.

They'll wear you out, Nishad.

They wear everyone out.

Sometimes I think it's hopeless.

But you can't admit that.

Because so many get
strength from you.

But you can tell me though.

Sometimes I think about all
the things I wanted to do.

I wanted to bring you flowers.

But...

such terrible things
were happening around us.

It felt like a sin
to even smile at you.

There were so many terrible things
going on around us. I never got

five minutes...

to sit quietly near you, with
our feet dipped in the river.

I've never stared at the
moon for five minutes.

Or known five minutes' peace.

-Sir!
-Stop!

You've shown where you
truly belong, Jatav.

You're wearing a uniform and
working in an office because of me.

Scum!

You should've stayed a sweeper.

You should collect garbage instead.
Move back!

How long must I be a
sweeper, Brahmadatt?

Take him away.

Whenever Gaura speaks of Nishad,
there's a glint in her eye.

I felt sure

I lacked something because you
did not look at me like that. Ever.

Drive.

Move.

MISSING

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

This is the land of
Shabri's Lord Rama.

This is the land of
Kevat's Lord Rama.

I wanted to be a writer.

And a scientist.

I thought I'd write
about science.

But it came to nothing.

Because the place I was born
into was a terrible accident.

Whatever caste you belong to,

it's time for Hindus to unite.

Time to recognize
the true enemy.

Men martyred at the border

are outnumbered by those
who die cleaning the sewers.

No one mourns for them.

We made a terrible mistake, sir.

Our daughters became wayward.

We tried explaining to them

but they didn't listen
to us, so we killed them.

If anything happens to
me, it'll enrage you.

Make that anger your weapon.

But make sure you
use no other weapon.

Because the day we take
the path of violence

it'll be even easier to kill us.

Friends!

A few young anarchists
in our own community

are spreading fake rumours
on WhatsApp and Facebook

in order to malign our unity.

We must be alert.

If anyone tries to raise their voice,

they're accused of being
a threat to national security

and killed.

The poet Paash once said:

'We all stand in danger
from this kind of threat.'

Pull over.

We are not the last ones.

Many will follow.

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

Long live Shanti Prasad!

-Mahantji!
-Long live!

I beg your forgiveness, Gaura.

I'll ask you again and again.

But don't forgive me.

If there's more violence,

they'll be the
ones to pay for it.

Who is being violent, sir?

You must've heard their slogans.

Long live Bhim!
Long live Bhim!

Sometimes nobody speaks of the
violence behind visible violence.

It becomes part of our culture.

We don't call it violence then.

We call it law and order.

You can't be neutral, can you?

Staying neutral when
a fire is raging,

is standing with
the ones who lit it.

Who has lit the fire?

You.

The man who's been calling you
repeatedly for the past 12 hours

he has lit the fire.

Your phone records.

Do you have...

anything else to add?

Otherwise it's an
open-and-shut case.

A clear-cut case
of honour killing.

Sir, the three girls were only asking
for a three-rupee raise.

Three rupees.

The mineral water
you are drinking...

that's just two or three of sips...

That's all they wanted.

They were raped because
of this mistake.

They were not mature
enough for sex.

They were gang raped to remind
them of their place in society.

Their bodies could've been hidden.

Instead they were
hung from a tree

to remind the scheduled
caste of their place.

I've got the evidence, sir.

Their feet were
tied with this rope.

They were gagged
with this cloth.

The stained bed sheet found
at Anshu's school.

Anshu, Brahmadatt and
Nihal raped the girls.

Anyway, sir.

I'll submit the additional
evidence in times to come.

In the near future,

I shall present all the
hard evidence in court, sir.

This case could've been dealt
with by my police station.

But no.

They said: 'This is what
happens with these people.

This is just them.'

'Don't touch the
food they touch.

Don't let their
shadows fall on you.'

You know what I
am talking about?

In English, they're called
the scheduled caste,

scheduled tribes,
Other Backward Classes.

But in Hindi, their caste
names are used as swear words.

These castes, OBC, SC, ST represent
70% of our population, sir.

They've been marginalized and
regarded as minorities for eons, sir.

And we, the 30% of the population,
regard them as lesser in status.

We let them do the jobs
we don't want to do.

Nowadays our toilets
have jet sprays.

But even now they still go down naked
into filthy sewers to clean them.

Unprotected and naked.

We know all this, we see it every day.
We just ignore it.

Sir, this is the ninety-pager.
My report.

I know it's a regular thing...

that's why I submitted
the same report to the CM

And the Home
Secretary, Mr. Shastri.

Sir, I became an IPS officer
to make my father happy.

You love Hindi so much.

It's not even your
first language.

I'm sure you love
India very much.

What I understood in two days,

How have you not understood
in all these years?

Or maybe 'these people' do not
exist in your idea of India.

Mr. Ranjan, you will regret for this.

Yes, sir.

In Delhi, instead of saying
'Yes, sir' every time

if you just once said 'No, sir.'

What's the worst that could happen?

You'd be done for, right?

That's already done.

You just don't know it.

Handle the case and the rioting.

I'm going to look for the missing girl.
She's waiting for us.

I hope you remember
you're suspended.

No one remembers anything here.
Except for one's power.

I'll do whatever it
takes to save Pooja.

If it's illegal, arrest me.

In life, there's a 50-50
probability between yes or no.

And a positive outcome
of 50% is a lot.

Long live India!

-Careful!
-Mind your step.

She's not in the fields, sir.

They're giving up the
search in the jungle.

You're entering the swamp, sir?

Someday even Brahmins have
to descend from on high.

Your clothes will
get soiled, sir.

Has your mother any tips
on washing dirty clothes?

Not my mother, sir.

But the ads on TV say

stains are a good thing.

Let's go.

Careful!

She's not in the fields, sir.

They're giving up the
search in the jungle.

She must've crossed the swamp.

That's our only hope.

Let's search beyond the swamp.

We'll find her, Jatav.

-Chandrabhan.
-Yes, sir?

Aren't you a Rajput?

But I'm not brave like Rajputs.

I'm in the Ahir caste
because of my job, Yadav.

I have the same job
as Lord Krishna.

Driving, I mean.

Who do you vote for?
The Bicycle Party?

No, sir.

Before dying, mother said always
vote for the Flower Party.

-And you, Jatav?
-The Elephant Party, sir.

But once Flower and
Elephant joined hands.

Then who did you vote for?

The Bicycle Party.

Sometimes the Bicycle Party

backs someone from
the scheduled caste.

And the Elephant
Party backs Muslims.

-It gets so confusing, sir.
-So then?

We don't vote, sir.

I always vote for
the Hand Party.

Madanlal wasn't their
candidate this year.

So I voted for the Candle Party.

Hi, Ayan. Shastri here.

Sir, I've been suspended,
in case you didn't know.

I know.

I'm looking into it.

Just continue with
the investigation.

Continuing, sir.

Are you deep in mud?

Many people are helping, sir.

Sir!

I've found the other slipper.

Sir, can I please
call you back>

Okay.

Cool.

Pooja!

We're here.

Pooja, the police are here!

It's the police, Pooja.

Pooja!

There's an old pump house ahead.

It's been shut for years.

-How far is it?
-A couple of kilometres.

Pooja!

It's me!

Pooja.

Jatav, I want an ambulance
here in five minutes.

Following Pooja's statement

Brahmadatt was found guilty

and sentenced to 11
years imprisonment.

The court found the girls' fathers
had confessed under pressure.

They were exonerated
and released at once.

Mahant won the
election hands down.

But for irreconcilable differences
over Ministerial berths

the Brahman-Dalit coalition
is in danger.

What have you cooked?

Bread and vegetables.

-Give it to everyone. We're starving.
-Yes.

Here you are.

What caste are you, mother?

I am...

My India is great