Original subtitles

What's your real name?

Ashraf Zaheer Bhatkar.

Zaheer Bhatkar's widow.

You stood beside Nana Mhatre

and enjoyed watching my Zaheer die!

Now, I'll enjoy watching you die!

Goodbye, Sawtya!

Just a minute.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Goodbye.

F**k!

F**king hell!

Nana is absolutely right!

Women are f**king snakes!

You made a f**king fool out of Sawtya!

Motherf**ker!

You f**king b**ch...

Motherf**king b**ch!

Motherf**ker!

Motherf**ker!

You dare to kill Sawtya, you b**ch?

Hey, wh*re! Get lost!

Beat it!

Hey, old man! Go away! Stop pestering me.

- Sir... - What can we do if your son is missing?

Uncle, if you can't take care of your children, why give birth to them?

Adding to our problems...

Shinde. Pawar.

- Sir. - Sir.

What's going on?

Is this how you talk to people?

- Sorry, sir. - Sorry, sir.

This gentleman has been coming here for the last three days, right?

You have still not filed his complaint!

I want a copy of his complaint on my desk in an hour.

Otherwise, I'll suspend you both.

- Impressive! - Hi.

I'm really very impressed, sir.

Vikram.

Okay.

Come.

Tell me. How can I help you?

Mangesh Sawant alias Sawtya.

Nana Mhatre gang's sharp-shooter.

Last night, he was killed in a police encounter.

I want the details of that case.

Goddamnit, Bhosale.

Are you a policeman, or are you a reporter for the newspapers?

Whenever I see you, you are hanging out with the press people.

And, ma'am, come on!

You are an intelligent reporter.

You want the truth, right?

Ask the man who was instrumental in the encounter!

Don't worry.

I won't kick you out of my police station.

- No, I had planned to ask you... - No problem, ma'am.

Don't take it to heart.

Anyway, I don't like to show off.

But I'm going to give you special treatment.

Feel free to ask me anything!

Thank you, Tawde.

Call me 'sir'.

In front of my subordinates, you know...

When I come to your house, you can just call me Yashwant.

Are you convinced now that I'm not on Nana Mhatre's payroll?

I think I'll leave.

Hey, have a seat!

Sit. I'll tell you the entire story of the encounter in detail.

Shall I order coffee for you?

Oh!

You like vodka, right? I can order vodka for you.

Shall I?

Tell us everything in detail. We must inform the officer.

Sure, I'll tell you, sir.

Nana.

Which girl was Sawtya smitten by lately?

Her name is Sapna.

She's a dancer at Ceazar Palace.

Had he gone to the hotel to meet her?

We don't know for sure. But the police said that there was a girl in the room.

Nana, the boys told me that Bala Mama was near the hotel too.

Bring the girl here before Sawtya's cremation.

Hail Lord Rama!

Hail Lord Rama!

Tawde's informer, Rokde.

- Pick him up. - Yes, Nana.

Hail Lord Rama!

Hail Lord Rama!

Hail Lord Rama!

Where is that wh*re?

You f**king b**ch! You killed my Sawtya!

- Let her go! - I'll kill you!

Hey! Stop your nonsense!

Sawtya was shot down by the police.

But this wh*re tipped them off!

How much did they pay you for my Sawtya's life?

- Tell me, you wh*re! - Let her go!

You're talking as if you're a nun!

Had Sawtya called you, you would have also gone there to spread your legs!

Why are you defending her?

Stay within your limits! Or I'll kill you too!

- F**k you! - Don't touch me!

- What will you do? - I'll show you what I'll do!

Hey, girls! Stop it!

Which one of you is Sapna?

Nana Mhatre has summoned you.

Nana! Please forgive me!

Nana, I didn't do anything! Please forgive me.

Nana, I swear on my mother!

I didn't rat Sawtya out to Tawde!

- You didn't tip Tawde off? - No! I swear!

- So, who tipped him off? - No!

- Tell me the truth! - Nana!

- I swear! I didn't say... - Mothef**ker, I want the truth!

- Nana. - I didn't tip them off.

- Nana. - Nana.

- I didn't say anything... - Beat up this as***le!

No! Nana... - Speak up, motherf**ker!

- Speak up! You motherf**ker! - I don't know anything.

Come closer.

Are you Sawtya's weakness?

Excuse me? I didn't get you.

Who tipped Tawde off about Sawtya?

I swear to God, I don't know.

Sawtya had called me himself.

Do you go to the hotels whenever anyone calls you?

What to do, Nana? That is my job.

If I don't warm people's beds, how will I earn my livelihood?

Nana, he is not speaking up.

Bhau.

Are you telling me the truth?

Oh God, why would I lie?

The animosity is among yourselves.

As far as I'm concerned, everyone is the same.

Be it people of your gang,

or people like Bala Mama, from the other gang.

We have no problem with anyone.

Nana.

Hey!

Tell me. Who gave the tip about Sawtya?

I swear, I didn't do it!

I'm asking you for the last time.

Nana, I swear... I didn't do anything.

No, Nana! Nana...

Bala... Bala Mama!

- What's your name? - Sapna.

If you do me a small favour,

I'll give you so much money

that you'll never have to take anyone to your bed again.

I want information on Bala Mama.

Go.

You called me. Did you find anything?

I can't say for sure,

but Sapna has some connection with Sawtya's death.

What do you mean?

When the police killed Sawtya,

Sapna was with him in the room.

Who is Sapna?

She joined the dance bar recently.

So, I don't know much about her.

But these days, she is the top dancer at the bar.

Ma'am, I'll go now.

If Anna finds out about this, he will kill me.

Okay.

Wait. One minute.

Hello.

Your empire is about to be set on fire, and you're sleeping peacefully?

Who is this?

Your doom.

Who are you, motherf**ker?

First, Bhoir. Now, Sawtya.

One by one, all of you will be killed.

You too. Very soon.

You're very high on your power, aren't you?

Use all your power and stop me if you can.

You? What are you doing here at this time?

I should ask you this question.

I had to make an important phone call.

It's not safe for you to be outdoors alone at night.

What do I have to lose?

Come on, let me drop you home.

No, you don't have to bother. I'll go on my own.

It's not a problem. It's my duty.

I mean, it's our duty to protect common citizens.

Come on.

Okay.

How is your job going?

By the way, what did you say the name of the clinic was?

I didn't tell you the name.

So, tell me now.

- There's no use now. - Why?

I quit the job today.

Oh.

- Come on. - Yes.

Hey, motherf**ker!

Be careful with it!

The f**kers need to be told everything!

Shirodkar, bring the soda.

- Nana. - Yes?

You people are going to screw me in the a** one day.

As it is, the news people are after my life.

Why are you telling me this?

Call Don Maqsood in Dubai.

I'll take the shipment back.

Hey! Will you shut up?

As it is, I'm so stressed!

What are you stressed about?

Waman Joshi.

The union leader? What about him?

The as***le wants me to resign.

Piles!

Piles!

You can't eat, and you can't sh*t.

Nana, if the strikes don't stop, the government will collapse.

Mr Kadam, if the ointment doesn't cure the piles,

you have to cut it off.

Talk to Don. It will be taken care of.

Get up!

Sit down.

The old woman in the story is talking to her husband, not to you.

You sit down. Hey, come to the point. You were narrating the horror story.

Yes.

It's a creepy moonless night.

The father starts the car and sets out to look for his son.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm starts.

Mr Joshi! Mr Joshi!

- Yes? - Come, watch the movie.

No, let them enjoy.

I have work to do.

It starts raining heavily.

The old man hears strange sounds.

Mr Joshi.

Who is it?

Mr Joshi, there is some work for you.

- What is it? - I have to give you this letter.

Letter?

The ghost says to him, 'I knew that you would surely come.'

What happened, dad?

Wow! That's an amazing story!

Collect everything well. The officer is on his way.

Jadhav, inspect all these items here.

- I want a detailed report. - Yes, sir.

- Rane, come out with me. - Yes, sir.

Rane, did any of these people give any information?

No, sir. Everyone saw the two killers run away.

But it was too dark. So they couldn't see their faces.

Go to Telephone Exchange. I want records of his home and office numbers.

And ask some of his close aides

who all he met during the last week.

- I want the list at my desk tomorrow. - Okay.

- Shinde, send the body for post-mortem. - Okay, sir.

♫ Night. Morning. Afternoon. Evening. ♫

♫ We take your pain away. We give you pleasure. ♫

♫ When we stand in front of you, you are speechless. ♫

♫ Your pain. Your wounds. We take it all away. ♫

♫ But you say nothing. ♫

♫ But... But... ♫

♫ But when I look into your eyes, there's a huge commotion. ♫

♫ There's a huge commotion. ♫

♫ A huge commotion! There's a huge commotion. ♫

Nana.

Don Chavan is benefitting from our internals fights.

That which cannot be done by ten guns

can be accomplished by a woman's slowly receding dress.

Hey!

Catch him!

Hey, take this guy in!

I am willing to walk down that path with you.

No matter how difficult that path is.