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You should have never touched my family.

Don't you know Lord Ganesha's rule?

Please forgive me. My boss told me to shoot him.

So, I shot him.

I was just doing my job. Please forgive me.

Because of your job,

my sister has been widowed.

So what if you're a cop?

I'm answerable to Bonamma.

Please forgive me.

Hello, Jayant.

I've got an order to kill Thalaivan.

I'm leading the operation.

Finally, Ira.

I heard about Tripathi.

Sorry to know.

Because of you...

He died because of you.

Really!

Your partner was the sacrificial lamb.

Your friend was the butcher.

And yet, you say there's blood on my hands!

Do you want to lose again this year?

You'll be in the opposition for another five years.

There's still time, Mr Mhatre.

I'm willing to form a coalition for the upcoming election.

Here's the thing.

Nobody knows you for your work.

If you're on my side,

at least, people will remember your name.

Ma'am, your face exudes the fear of losing.

Otherwise, you'd never talk of forming a coalition.

I will form a government either way.

To get votes, you have to win people's trust.

And you don't...

And to snatch victory in an election,

you need money.

And your money is stuck in Dharavi Bank.

Stop licking Thalaivan's a** for a change.

You'll understand the difference between right and wrong.

Even five years ago, you were stupid.

Now, you're an old man as well.

Daaji, come out!

- Da... - What happened?

- Where are you hurt? - Huh?

- What? - Where...

Do you want to grab me while my face is covered in shaving cream?

- What happened? - Where are you hurt?

Your shirt has blood on it.

Oh!

It's not mine.

It's someone else's.

You're the one who risks your life,

but I'm the one who dies of worry daily.

Why did you take up such a dangerous job?

What has my job got to do with it?

- Go away. - Hey!

Oh, sweetheart...

If you sulk like this, who will cheer me up?

Let go of me!

You'll ruin my sari!

So, let go of your sari.

All I have to do is let go of my towel.

Damn it!

- Let go of me. - Timing...

God, what timing!

- Daaji! - Who is it?

It's Mr Gavaskar.

When did the commissioner tell you?

He dropped by last night.

The CM tightened the screws on him right on time, sir.

A big consignment is coming from Daman

for Thalaivan tonight.

Francis is handling it.

How much is it worth? Any idea?

- It's huge. - How much?

200 to 300 crores.

Damn!

So, the street value in the market will be twice as much.

They've been planning this for a month.

It's his biggest consignment.

Thalaivan diverted a big chunk of the money he made

from cricket betting into drugs.

What's up with our sharpshooter Joe?

He's completely ready, sir.

How much time will it take to organise a raid?

One day at most.

We have two hours.

No problem, sir.

It'll be done.

♪ How does a bird enter ♪

♪ and escape from the cage? ♪

♪ If I could catch it, I would have shackled ♪

♪ its legs. How does it come and escape? ♪

♪ How does a bird enter ♪

♪ and escape ♪

♪ from the cage? ♪

♪ If I could catch it, I would have shackled ♪

♪ its legs. ♪

♪ How does it come and escape? ♪

♪ How does a bird enter ♪

♪ and escape from the cage? ♪

Coming! Coming!

Quiet!

Enough.

Why are you making so much noise?

Stop now. I got it.

I know you are hungry.

I got it.

Here. Eat.

It's good meat. It's very good meat.

He was a big businessman.

Here. Eat.

Eat.

Listen. Quiet.

Calm down.

Keep quiet and eat.

It's the flesh of a big businessman.

Eat it.

Enjoy your meal.

Of course, sir.

Sir, just imagine.

When any car exits the Amboli Ghat,

your lavish house will be the first thing they see.

It is going to be a modern architectural wonder.

It will also be known as Ghadge House.

All tourists will want to take selfies with your bungalow, sir.

Okay, sir.

Sure, sir.

Tell me when we should start. We're ready.

Okay, sir.

Alright. See you.

Yes, sir. For sure.

See you soon.

Hi!

- How are you? - Good. How are you?

Very well.

You know, Deepa?

Last night was so much fun!

Everyone had prepared uncle's favourite song.

Rakamma Rakamma.

And uncle laughed like a child,

as if it were his first birthday.

Everyone was there except you.

I really think, Deepa, you should have been there.

Not again, Mahesh, please.

He's your father!

And it was his 65th birthday. I think it's an important occasion.

You know everything.

Why do you keep bringing it up then?

I can't go back to that life again.

I'm not asking you to go back to that life.

All I'm saying is that your presence matters.

He misses you.

I swear. Veera told me.

Mahesh.

Please respect my feelings on this.

Please.

My US visa is going to arrive

in a month at most.

So, start wrapping up soon.

Oh God! I'm getting late.

Where are you going?

I have to attend a court hearing.

Okay, you're coming home on Saturday, right?

I'm trying out a new chicken recipe.

Yeah.

Go on. Answer the call.

- I'll see you on Saturday. - See you.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hello.

Mahesh Krishnan?

Yes. Speaking. Who is this?

Joint Commissioner Gavaskar.

How may I help you?

Even God can't tell how Kukupudi can sleep with that hoarse voice.

Bonamma, you can't sing.

So, I have to sing. What can I do?

But if you had heard mother sing,

you could have never forgotten it.

Well, dinner is served. Everyone is waiting.

- I'll take her out. - Okay.

Come on.

This consignment must be worth at least 200 or 300 crores.

Guys, the truck is here. Unload the stuff.

Come on. Bring the truck inside. Turn left.

On my count. Three, two, one.

Go, go, go!

Come on, boys. Unload the brown boxes. Hurry!

I need you guys to hurry! Come on!

Come on, move it!

We have to go home, guys! Hurry!

Hurry!

Motherf**ker!

Scoundrel...

Kill the motherf**ker!

Joe, let's get out of here!

The car is here, motherf**ker! Come on, fast!

Come on!

Joe!

Joe, get up! Let's go!

Turn the car around.

Turn it around fast, motherf**ker!

Speak up, Shiva.

Otherwise, how will I know what happened?

Dad,

last night,

our consignment was seized in a raid.

Two of our boys were killed in the shootout,

and another was shot.

Right now,

he's in police custody.

- Did you talk to Francis? - Yes.

He doesn't know anything.

Thalaivan, he's very scared.

Dad, let's abduct Francis.

Otherwise, he'll flee.

He won't go anywhere, Shiva.

Hey, be quiet.

What do you know about all this?

Shiva.

Who was caught by the police?

One of Francis' men. His sharpshooter.

Thalaivan, he works at Rafiq's garage.

He's been shot, right?

Yes, dad.

Where?

What do you mean? I don't understand.

I mean, where was he shot, Shiva?

Here, here or here? He must have got shot somewhere!

Where was he shot?

Bring that scoundrel Francis here.

- I wonder what condition he's in. - Where are those f**kers?

Hey, Nepali! Hey, Bihari!

Guys, I've been constipated since morning due to Rajan!

- Here he comes. - I called him many times for Thalaivan!

But he neither says yes nor no!

My good man, Francis, listen to me. Come here.

- What is it? - Here's what I think.

- Yes? - You should disappear for a few days.

Tara must be sharpening his knife to kill you!

Bihari, don't talk nonsense.

- Boss, don't listen to this idiot. - Okay.

- Look, you didn't do anything wrong. - Exactly!

The government is after Thalaivan.

- How the f**k is it your fault? - Exactly!

Look, two of our offices were raided recently.

- Don't you know that? - Yes.

I'm not asking him to go away permanently!

I'm saying, go underground for a few days

until we find out who was behind this conspiracy!

- Here's my advice. - What?

Francis, gather evidence and give it to Thalaivan.

I swear to God, he'll forgive you.

Sure! You swear to God that he'll forgive me!

Is your brain full of sh*t?

"Disappear..." How can I disappear just like that?

Thalaivan will send you both after me again

to shoot me in the a**.

Boss, just put the blame on that motherf**ker Joe.

We won't spare him anyway.

Listen, Joe is not to blame.

If he were a police informer, they wouldn't have shot him.

Who do you think you are? Harishchandra, the truthful? Look!

You want to salute the canon that blasted your a**!

- Look, Francis. - Yes?

Your a** is on fire.

And you're trying to defend Joe!

Don't be a f**king moron, man!

- What happened? - Just a minute.

It's Rajan.

Hello, Rajan. Tell me.

Open your mouth.

- Sir. - Yes?

Feed me with your hand.

Am I your wife, motherf**ker?

- You want me to f**king feed you! - It tastes better that way, sir.

Ouch!

Take it easy.

Here.

Your wife has magic in her hands.

I know. I taught her the tricks.

- Motherf**ker... - Don't make me laugh!

- What do you mean? - You're making me laugh!

- Listen. - Yes?

You should handcuff me.

Thalaivan has moles right up to the top in our department.

They shouldn't suspect me of being a police informer.

- I have an idea. - Yes?

Do you want to go underground?

No, sir. They'll definitely suspect me then.

Here's what I'll do.

I'll make a few of my men guard this room.

Don't do anything just yet. Wait for a couple of days.

After that, you escape.

I'll arrange everything. Don't worry.

Nobody will shoot you in the a**.

- Got it? - Ouch! Don't make me laugh!

Why do you laugh? Control your laughter, f**ker.

- Open your mouth, a***le. - Eat it.

Don't make me laugh.

Once you escape this place,

go and rest your head on Francis' hairy chest.

For that, he has to stay alive till then.

You wanted to talk about my dad.

You really don't remember me, do you?

No.

We've met before.

You were

12 or 13 years old, maybe.

I was your father's right-hand man in the force.

We worked together.

What an honour it was serving under him.

Okay, but...

What do you want?

Nothing.

I just wanted to tell you

how your father was murdered.

Murder?

I think there's some misunderstanding.

He died by suicide.

How do you know?

You were at your grandma's house with your mother when it happened.

You just believed what you were told, Mahesh.

What do you mean I just believed...

Where were you all these years? Do you know what you're saying?

What I'm saying...

It's very important for you to hear it, Mahesh.

You need to know how your father died.

Ram was one of our best and most honest officers.

"Honest!"

- He was caught taking a bribe, sir. - Bullsh*t!

He chose his duty over his corrupt cousin.

That's what happened.

What do you mean by cousin? Which cousin?

Thalaivan.

Thalaivan framed him in a bribery case.

Because back then,

our case against Thalaivan was so strong

that he could have even got a death sentence.

That's why he killed Ram.

And he made it look like a suicide.

How can you say that about Thalaivan? How do you know all this?

I know thanks to this.

What is this?

Open it.

Where did you get this?

I thought I had lost it.

I found it near Ram's body.

I didn't want to tell you

because no child should have to hear their parents suffer like this.

But it's important for you to know and hear this.

Sir...

I know this voice.

I know this voice!

Tambe, ask the commissioner to organise a press conference.

The details of the trucks seized last night

should be aired on every channel and published in every newspaper.

I want that old ba***rd to know we're coming for him.

Ma'am,

killing Thalaivan like this in front of the people in Dharavi...

It could be more dangerous.

That's what I want.

I want him to think I'm stupid

and sentimental.

If I provoke him from the front,

he won't be able to prevent the danger coming from behind.

You have full faith in Commissioner Singh, right, ma'am?

The officer chosen by the commissioner...

I trust him.

Ramkrishnan Iyer

Ram,

why die unnecessarily?

There will be no interrogation.

Where is the file?

Try with all your might,

but you won't get the file.

Just to get a medal from the government,

will you send your elder brother to the gallows?

I'm asking you for the last time.

Will you give me the file or not?

No.

♪ I came looking for you. ♪

♪ I won't go away from you. ♪

♪ Close your eyes, love, without any worries. ♪

♪ I sing a beautiful lullaby for you, my dear. ♪

♪ My dear, go to sleep. ♪

♪ My dear, go to sleep. ♪

♪ My dear, go to sleep. ♪