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Ameya Rao Gaikwad's blood has been shed!

If he's no longer in power,

who will replace him?

Son.

I am more capable than you to take over Baba's empire.

I want everything I was denied,

because I'm a daughter and not a son.

To make Maharashtra Jan Shakti party a success,

I need all your support.

Either you destroy or get destroyed.

I will finish that Gaikwad.

The tiger is back, motherfucker.

I love you, Aai.

Gaikwad!

You are my daughter, but I'll destroy you.

I am the last of the Gaikwads.

Sir, we think that she is in Hotel Len Khurak.

Let's go.

We're looking for his sister.

An Indian girl.

Hey!

She isn't here.

Let's check the other address.

Everything happens for a reason.

It's been six days

since the Narcotics Department

seized 1,000 kilos of cocaine at the Mumbai port.

The police department hasn't made a single arrest to date.

This morning the Maharashtra government announced a special task force.

Commissioner Roy has been selected to head this task force.

Yes. He's the person

who, several years ago, with the help of a similar task force,

cleaned up Mumbai's underworld.

Not double.

Make that triple.

Triple, not double, the party offices in every district.

How is that even possible, bhau?

Be reasonable.

Palnitkar.

We won this election on a sympathy wave.

Don't expect it to happen next time.

That's why, in the next five years,

we have to know every voter's name

and how do we do it?

By opening a party office.

By having a party office in every nook and alley,

and I don't want any excuses, okay?

Yes, bhau.

Palnitkar,

do your job.

Okay.

I firmly believe

that Mr. Paresh Sharma is the right candidate

to lead our country into the digital age.

And the members of our coalition are satisfied with my decision.

Good morning, Saaheb.

Morning, Jagya.

These four tenders need your signature, sir.

And preparations for the grand veneration are done.

The veneration starts at 12:00, right?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

She has disappeared, Jagya.

Disappeared?

She didn't step out of her room for two days.

The maid went to check on her.

But...

the room was empty.

No one has a clue about her whereabouts.

Saaheb, did you try talking to Lipakshi?

Yes.

She hasn't spoken with Poornima at all.

Do you think she has--

She won't choose an easy way out like suicide.

She is my daughter.

And she possesses strength enough to...

At least, that's what I'd like to believe.

We cannot hand over this case to Intelligence either.

And so I've summoned someone else.

Sir, Inspector Wasim Khan.

Ask, motherfucker.

No, Saaheb.

I will explain it to her, Saaheb.

Come.

How are you, Wasim?

I am happy, Saaheb.

I like the uniform.

And Amboli police station?

Currently, I am enjoying missing complaints of bikes and buffaloes.

Didn't you always say politicians are more powerful than the police?

Yes.

But I cannot switch sides like a politician.

Just do what I tried to do.

Kill Saaheb.

In my life, this uniform is the only thing that makes sense to me.

Sit, Wasim.

After Amit's death, I knew

Poornima would never want to see my face again.

So, when she went to Goa

and locked herself inside a house,

I didn't take any action.

Just kept watch from a distance.

But, four days ago, she disappeared from Goa.

Where is Poornima, Wasim?

Meaning?

-You just said-- -Wasim!

You are the closest to her.

You must know where Poornima is.

I haven't spoken with Poornima-ji since that day

I didn't even try because she didn't reach out to me.

I have always respected Poornima-ji's wishes.

Saaheb, you know her phone is switched off, right?

If you've been keeping watch,

then you must also know that I went nowhere near Goa.

Wasim, I want you to find Poornima.

You control the entire government, Saaheb.

Why me?

No one knows better than you how to work outside the system.

Secondly, if Poornima is found in a compromising situation,

it will create a huge media ruckus that can finish us Gaikwads.

But, more importantly,

at this moment, you're the only person Poornima will listen to.

Saaheb has an offer for you. Saaheb, may I speak?

As you know,

since you're not from the IPS cadre,

you can never climb ranks higher than an SP.

Go on, Gurav-ji.

As I was saying...

Saaheb has announced a new task force today

to clean up drugs from the streets of Mumbai.

And your favourite Commissioner Roy has been appointed as the head.

We can make you second in command.

It's a good offer, Wasim.

I'll do it, sir.

Not because you're using the task force as bait.

I am genuinely concerned about Poornima-ji.

Bring my Lakshmi back, Wasim.

That's all.

Yes, Saaheb.

Next page.

Next. Next.

What are you doing?

Lock this!

Perfect. This is what I want!

But she looks nothing like her.

Exactly. My point too.

And the picture quality is too low.

It can pixelate, sir.

But we can still use it. It's perfect for us.

Sir, they'll slap a case on us!

Even better. Let them sue us.

That will do wonders for our TRP.

Where is Poornima Rao Gaikwad?

Where?

Where?

Where?

Not only Mumbai,

but the whole of Maharashtra has been asking this question

for three months. Three months.

And no one has an answer.

I mean... we do.

No one had an answer... until now.

Tonight I would like to show you

an exclusive photo from across the seven seas

shown exclusively on our channel.

The place we obtained this exclusive photo from

is Lakewood Cancer Hospital.

It's a hospital in New York

known for its cancer treatment.

And the woman you see

entering the hospital in this exclusive photo

is none other than...

She is none other than...

Poornima Gaikwad!

Even thinking about it feels strange.

Our CM Poornima tai

hasn't returned from Goa yet.

It's called a nervous breakdown.

Women are too emotional.

Women are good at some things,

and men are good at other things.

Not everyone is fit for every job.

Otherwise, society will have a breakdown.

Bhau, would you please change the channel?

I can't look at that moron anymore.

We want to know the truth.

With MJS party's MLA Wasim Khan abdicating his seat,

the Byculla constituency is looking at a re-election.

All eyes are on this minority-dominated area

and whether Poornima Gaikwad's party will choose a Muslim candidate.

Here people are willing to give their lives to become an MLA.

And there that asshole Wasim Khan quit everything to join the police.

Dogs like him can't handle gourmet food.

It's a good thing he quit the party.

But he's still the right hand of you-know-who.

Hello, sir.

-Hello, hello. -Sit. Sit.

Sit. Sit.

Who is winning?

Our Bandivdekar bhau, who else?

Bhau, you must teach me your techniques.

Choose a side and stick with it.

Don't jump sides.

Simple and to the point.

Bhau's words always leave me speechless.

Bhau, actions speak louder than words.

Agreed.

And so we must help Saaheb take the party to new heights.

Leave it, bhau.

Saaheb has said so himself.

He is just the acting CM.

Poornima-ji will soon be back.

So much change in such little time isn't right.

"Accountability, honesty, liberal."

We don't know what these words mean,

and they're being shoved down our throats.

What to do?

Like...

don't waste water during Holi,

don't burst crackers during Diwali.

What's going on, bhau?

Honestly, I had no idea

you were all so disgruntled with Poornima.

I will talk to Saaheb.

But not today.

Right now, Saaheb needs the support and commitment

of his party's oldest members... all of you.

So... shall we go?

For the veneration?

Let's go. Please.

Everyone, let's go. Come on.

Come on. I'll get the car.

Oh, come on, bhau.

What are you so angry about?

Poornima cancelled your temple scheme, not Saaheb.

It's not only about one thing.

One should never compromise with the party's principles.

Maharashtra Jan Shakti party

has never bothered with minority appeasement.

Bhau, you are one of the founding members of the party.

You should definitely be there.

That girl has turned a tiger into a sissy.

I hope she never returns.

Hello, sir. Name, please.

Your phone number.

88...

-Whom do you want to meet, sir? -Chetan.

-Hi. -Hello, ma'am. Name, please.

Mrs. Sharma.

Whom do you want to meet, ma'am?

Towards your right.

-Hi, Angie. -Hi, Danny.

Why are you waiting in line?

I like it, Ms. Angkasa.

Gives me a chance to look at the beautiful sky.

Sir, number, please.

Stop it, Danny. Or else I will get fired.

What? Fired for hearing the truth.

What, man?

Number.

Parcel.

Both for the same guy?

No! The small packet is for the idiot on the eighth floor.

And the second packet is for you.

Corn and extra cheese pizza.

Stop it, Danny. I can't take this.

Why?

Why did you bring this?

It's not necessary.

Angie, in life, nothing is necessary.

But one has to create something from nothing.

Danny, you should have been a writer.

Angie, just take the pizza and thank him.

Exactly my point.

Thank you, Danny.

Have a great day, Angie.

You too.

-And ride safe. -Yeah.

Or like my Portuguese grandma says... obrigado.

Bye.

Morning, sir. Name, please.

[chanting of shlokas]

Now offer the items to the holy fire so Amit's soul can attain peace.

[chanting continues]

Tell us, Saaheb.

Today is a special day.

It's my grandson's birthday.

And this veneration

was organised so that his soul may find peace.

Om Shanti... Shanti.

Start distributing from there.

Ashish, feeling better now?

-Yes. -Let me see.

Oh, great! Keep taking the pills.

Bablu, you've been skipping school. I've been getting complaints.

Not done. You'll flunk this way.

Here you go.

Ravi will distribute the muffins. Eat that too.

Sir, Saaheb is here to see you.

Saaheb is over there.

When I didn't answer your calls, you should have understood.

-Kaushik-- -If you are still confused,

then let me make it very clear to you.

I don't want to have anything to do with you.

The least you could have done was attend the veneration, son.

You managed to turn this great loss to your advantage.

What you call a veneration

was just another photo opportunity, that's all.

No, Kaushik. Believe me, son.

It was only done so Amit's soul could find peace.

Do you know how I prayed for the peace of Amit's soul?

By feeding these poor kids, taking care of them

so they can have a bright future.

A future I was unable to give my son, Amit.

I take full responsibility for what happened.

Oh, please!

Stop this drama of blaming yourself.

You, Poornima and every other politician are the same.

Extremely degenerate.

Just the faces are different.

And I am not part of your family, Saaheb.

Don't say that, Kaushik.

-My repentance is-- -Oh, no, old man!

This pain, this grief and repentance are mine.

Not yours or Poornima's.

And I will carry this burden all my life.

It will keep reminding me that I couldn't muster the courage

to keep my son away from you bloody Gaikwads.

[chanting of shlokas]

Milk.

Anna, we thank you

for keeping your protective hand over us.

Thank you, Anna.

Thank you, Anna.

Thanks, Anna.

Everyone's ready to give money as you asked.

Since it's a large amount...

Anna,

we don't mean to insult you.

We just want to know.

Why do you need so much money?

Army.

Army?

Army?

To raise an army.

No one dares to come within a 100-kilometre radius of Hejmadi.

Who would dare to attack our king?

No one.

I will attack.

I will attack Poornima Gaikwad.

Since the bombing incident,

Poornima-ji's phone has been switched off.

It was switched on last on the 27th of last month.

One outgoing call was recorded.

Mehta T.

Then we checked all calls and messages made from Ms. Mehta's phone.

But not a single one was made to Goa.

What about her friends' phones?

Of course, we checked every single one of them.

But not a single call or message to Goa.

Then... we checked her social media

and found this four-day-old post.

Parveen Bandookwala.

Ms. Mehta's friend.

What's so special?

Take a closer look.

Right-hand side, at the back.

What the fuck!

Where was this plane headed?

I knew you would ask.

We have sent a request to the airport authorities.

I'll call you once they revert.

Right.

Farida-ji, thank you for your help.

Gangsters aren't so scary anymore,

but the surveillance department can give us nightmares.

Only God can save us from you.

Thank you for the compliment.

-Please send me this photo. -Sure.

Ameya.

Vibha.

Sorry.

I am late.

Outwitting the media has become a real task now.

I come all the way from Delhi to see you.

I can wait a couple of hours.

There was a veneration for Amit today.

I am so sorry, Ameya. I am so sorry.

No man should lose his son and grandson.

I have no idea how you're managing.

I am managing only because of your friendship.

I am only settling scores.

You were there for me

when Raj met with an accident.

I see...

So, is this transactional?

No need to label it.

Whatever's happening, just enjoy that, old man.

"Old man"?

This tiger can still roar.

I can see that.

Vibha,

I have never felt so alone even when I lost Rukmani.

I have never felt pain this way before.

Since that incident, till today,

I haven't been able to set foot in that house.

She has disappeared from Goa, Vibha.

Oh, my God.

It's evident she doesn't want to return.

Can I be of any help?

You've already done a lot.

Even after I gave you a gift like Aravle--

I lost the state, but I won the Centre.

This Paresh Sharma will make a fine prime minister.

He'll dance to your tunes.

Absolutely.

There is no doubt about that.

Didn't you ever want to be the prime minister?

Never.

I want power, not scrutiny.

I don't want to spend my life under the microscope of the media.

I am better off where I am.

Don't you want to be the prime minister?

No...

I am happy where I am.

You lie so innocently, Ameya.

-What... -So cute!

Now, let me go.

Otherwise, the sun will rise,

and I'll be spotted under the microscope.

10 more minutes.

Okay.

Tanya Mehta?

Sub-Inspector Wasim Khan.

Thank you for meeting me at such short notice.

I wouldn't have disturbed you had it not been urgent.

See, I know Poornima-ji called you before leaving for Goa.

You arranged for the villa she was staying in.

She was living there for three months.

I don't know whether you two were in contact during this time,

but I am 100% sure you spoke to her four days ago.

You even met her.

When you flew her out of India in your private jet.

There, at the back.

That's Poornima Gaikwad.

Bloody Parveen.

Social media addict.

Tanya-ji, we're running short of time.

I cannot force you to cooperate.

I am asking for your help. Right now

Poornima-ji is the biggest threat to herself.

Please.

Her phone was switched off,

so I went to Goa to meet her.

She was in a terrible state.

As if there is no life left in her.

She said never to contact her again.

I respected her wishes.

Then... she called me four days ago.

She wanted to get out of Goa.

In the flight plan, you'll see the destination is Jakarta.

But I dropped her off in Bangkok.

I settled her down in a flat.

I'll text you the address.

-Thank you. -Wasim-ji, all the best.

I hope you can bring Poornima-ji back.

Yes, Wasim.

Saaheb, I found Poornima-ji.

-Found her? -Yes.

She is in Bangkok.

In Bangkok?

I am leaving right now.

Yes.

Mr. Wasim Khan?

Amarjit Narula. Pathan has sent me.

Please come.

Wasim Khan!

How are you, asshole?

How are you, Pathan?

After all these years.

I searched the whole world, but only Raman knew where you are.

I keep a low profile, man.

That's my secret to living peacefully.

Come on.

I heard about your wife, Wasim.

Sorry, man.

It's been too long now.

But I have a daughter.

She keeps me very busy.

What about you?

Still single or got hitched?

-Any Thai wife-- -No, no, I am very much single.

I like to travel light.

Who knows? Maybe I'll get to return home

and can't take extra baggage with me.

When I fled from India,

I couldn't take anything with me.

I didn't have the time.

I just grabbed this valuable thing and boarded the plane.

This album. My memories.

See...

Remember this picture? Pawar clicked this.

Isn't this from the competition?

Yes. Kandivali police ground.

What an incredible shooter you were, Pathan.

Won six medals, didn't you?

I miss those days.

It's all right.

Your life is what matters.

They wouldn't have spared you back then. At least you're still alive.

I asked for some information.

Did you find out?

Fuck... you haven't changed at all.

Not one bit. To the point.

I checked the address you sent.

It's a posh area of Bangkok.

This is the CCTV footage from the building.

Four days ago, someone dropped off this girl that you're looking for.

It's a rented flat.

In the name of Tanya Mehta.

Two women entered at 7:00.

Tanya Mehta left at 7:30.

The one you're looking for... exited at 9:00.

She got into a taxi and never returned.

It's clear that

she doesn't want to be found.

I tracked down the taxi driver.

He said he dropped her off at Nana Plaza.

Nana Plaza?

Isn't that full of brothels? The epicentre of the sex trade.

Yes, the red-light area of Bangkok.

The place is filled with thousands of bars.

-So now? -Don't worry.

If she is in Bangkok, I will find her.

In fact, I am already on it.

Wasim.

You will have to wait.

Till then, let's have a drink.

Malee!

Rum... Lime and soda.

Where did you find this?

These are the benefits of keeping a low profile.

Thank you, Mama.

Strange kid.

Having an ice-cream even on the coldest day in Yercaud.

I scream, you scream,

we all scream for ice cream.

♪ If the world walks backwards I walk forward ♪

♪ I know all the games I am a player ♪

♪ I take everyone to the corner And teach them ♪

Had fun?

♪ If the world walks backwards I walk forward ♪

♪ I know all the games I am a player ♪

Stay in the car.

-I will be right back. -Okay, Mama.

Check there.

At the back. Look properly.

Baby, do you have your seatbelt on?

Yes.

Mama, are we changing house again?

Yes, baby.

We'll go to a bigger house, okay?

Okay, Mama.

Yes, Inspector Dongya, tell me.

Pleasure Palace Club.

Pleasure Palace Club.

Patpong 4.

Patpong 4.

The building right next to it.

-Okay. -In Sukhumvit.

In Sukhumvit.

-Yeah, thank you. -I'll send the gifts to my place.

Thanks. Thanks. I'll see you, sir.

Here you go, Wasim.

You'll definitely find her in one of these two places.

Thank you, man.

Thank you very much, Pathan. I owe you big time.

Come on.

Amarjit is already there.

My driver will drop you off.

Listen...

I'll speak to Poornima-ji.

I'll try to get you back to India as quickly as possible.

Okay?

Okay.

-All the best. -Thank you, buddy.

Let's go.

Let's check the other address.

Just keep it.

Just five minutes.

Done, sir.

Keep an eye out here.

She paid me to do it! She paid me to do it!

You made me shit in my pants.

Not fair.

Sir, shall I call an ambulance?

No.

There should be no record of this.

Okay.