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Hi, sis.

Yes, I have reached safely.

Hostel is also nice.

Yes, I am regularly giving auditions.

Who is Kavita Singh?

My name is Kavita Singh,

and I'm 22 years old. I'm from Ranchi.

Every aspect of Mumbai,

is filled with struggle, not the film industry alone.

But this is the place,

where your life can change at the snap of a finger.

Thank you so much for letting me do this.

Oh you don't worry, I will figure it out!

Remember what papa used to say.

How can you win if you don't run?

You wait and watch,

you'll be so proud to see me on screen.

Wherever you go,

people will know you as Kavita Singh's sister!

We'll call you back.

-We'll call you back. -Didn't you read the script?

-Next time. -Learn to act first.

-We'll call you back. -Learn to act first.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

And did the torture wounds, come as a package deal?

Looking at the way she was tortured,

she should be thankful that she is dead.

In fact, she would've ended up here next month anyway.

Meaning?

Meaning her body was in a severe rejection mode.

Look here.

There has been an organ transplant in her body.

I don't see any documents here for an organ transplant.

Exactly.

This surgery isn't listed anywhere.

I inquired about this in my circle.

-Meaning... -It was an illegal transplant.

Exactly, sir.

Here...

Who is she?

Divya. She's a reporter.

The entire department's on your tail, sir.

And you're with the media.

Don't worry about it.

What happened?

I went to the hospital.

And learned that Leena Thomas had an illegal organ transplant.

I knew it.

I knew she's not a fucking saint.

You could have called.

Why did you call me here?

Swati's car?

Swati, all okay?

I want you out of my life, Vikram!

-Swati... -Let me finish.

When we wanted you in our lives,

you were never around!

And now when I want you to go away from my life for good,

you keep making things worse for me.

You know, I thought after Pooja's demise, we...

But no,

I was wrong.

Nothing has changed, Vikram.

You're just a bad memory for me, Vikram.

And before you turn into a scary reality,

I want to cut all ties with you!

Swati, don't say that.

I'm sleeping with someone!

Who is it?

How does it matter?

I just came to tell you that,

I am moving on, Vikram.

And whatever is going on in your life,

I just don't want to be a part of it.

Okay, okay.

Sajid.

Sajid!

Look after Swati, Sajid. Take care of her.

I cannot trust anyone else.

That

Hooda... came home.

And Swati...

He threatened Swati ma'am.

Is he hiding in there?

Any clue on the gun's model?

Definitely looks like a long-range rifle.

We'll need time to pinpoint the exact model.

Because the bullet has already been extracted from the bullet hole,

and the shells are missing from the terrace of that building.

The guy cleaned up good after his shooting spree!

I am tell you this is his handiwork.

Sir.

Found this in the bedroom.

No, I am still on duty.

What's for dinner?

You know what, make some sweet porridge.

I am craving something sweet.

So...

Got the message?

Hooda, next time you go anywhere near my wife,

I'll jam the gun up your ass and pull the trigger.

Feeling better now?

Yes, a little.

So what's the plan now?

Let me figure it out first.

Wanna try?

Udan Khatola (Flying carpet). Special Columbian mix.

Once you've tried this...

Direct to...

I know where we've to go.

Hello, Sid.

Can you make a sketch for me?

The world is an illusion.

Be it good, bad, rich, poor...

No one is what they seem to be.

Great legends spent years to understand this moral of the story.

But a trip to Mumbai's flea market,

would've easily explained them this lesson in a couple of hours.

Wait up for me.

I am right here.

What would it be, mister?

Dry cleaning. (Drugs)

What for? (How many grams?)

For my wedding. (Not gram, kilogram)

Of course, sir. And the best. (Who is your supplier?)

Which one do you want? Jaadugar, Gin, Aladdin? (Bantya... Anthony... Mushtaq?)

Nawab Sahab. (Chota Rafiq)

He isn't here. He's in his hometown. (He's underground)

Balls.

I told you he's visiting his hometown. (He is in hiding. Strict warning)

Give me your number. I'll tell him to call you back.

Take me to him. (To hell with your warning)

I can't do that. (Do whatever you like)

Vikram Sinha.

I am the groom. (I am a cop asshole)

Why don't I bring all the guests too? (I bring the entire force and fuck you)

Hey, uncle.

Vikram!

I know what you did to Imran.

And I know you've come here to kill me.

I don't expect this from you.

That bastard crossed his limits.

And if I wanted to kill you,

you wouldn't be sitting here, yeah?

I'm here on business, so let's talk business.

My whole business is fucked up.

An old timer came to town

and he is really killing the competition.

And I mean he's really 'killing' the competition.

-Who is it? -Some 'Salesman' guy.

And I know he sent you.

Rubbish. I've heard about him, but don't know who he is.

And this madam?

She is a friend. A reporter.

Look, Rafiq,

it's best for both of us,

that I do my job and be on my way.

Okay.

-What do you want? -Udan Khatola (Flying carpet).

How much?

This much!

Do you know her?

Ankita.

She's an old customer of mine.

She claims to be a talent agent,

but she's a total fraud!

She can do anything for money.

-Where can I find her? -Khar East.

There's a society next to the station.

Give him the full address.

Okay, thank you.

Next time I come here,

these kids should be holding books, not guns.

Otherwise, I'll fix your meeting, with Imran.

Understood?

You're such a gentleman.

I never could figure out,

how a man with your taste can swallow such tasteless food.

It satiates my hunger.

I see.

Can this stir up your hunger again?

Whose is it?

One should take lessons from you, on how to get over a scam.

Belongs to her.

She was writing a book on you and your mom.

-Did you kill her? -No.

She escaped with Vikram.

But you had your fun with this one too.

Did you know anything about her?

What do you mean?

She's a bloody reporter,

did you know?

She said she's writing a novel,

nothing more.

If I say

I am a student in school,

will you believe me?

She was writing an article, on you and your dear mom.

What article?

Nothing much.

Just that mummy dearest was a drug addict,

and you get cute young girls high and rape them.

If this news leaks out,

you've no clue what Mogambo will do to you.

Find her, quickly.

Let me get set first at least!

I am sorry.

For what?

For involving you in our 'mess'.

Swati, I know what situation I should get involved in.

And you still got into it.

Why?

Because I thought we had a connection,

that's why?

Do you still love him?

Can you really unlove someone?

Sir.

But, sir...

But...

Okay.

That was Mishra on the phone.

He's taken me off the Leena Thomas case.

But in that case, they will...

I know.

-Sajid... -There will be no one to stop Hooda.

I should get going.

Hooda is in the mood for shoot at sight.

It's a conflict of interest for you.

You're too close to the case.

He's your friend and mentor.

If it's a conflict of interest,

then Hooda shouldn't be handling this case either.

Hooda's fine. It's his case.

Sir, you don't get my point.

If Hooda handles this case, it will be a big fuck up.

I don't tolerate language like this here.

But sir, trust me.

-This case... -Enough.

I moved you on to a missing person's case.

Ashok Mathur - A struggling actor.

File is on your table.

Investigate it.

And you can leave now.

I know it's against the protocol to come here,

but the protocols have been flouted several times in the last 24 hours.

So...

I don't get it.

Your mother is lying right there in the coffin.

And you didn't even care to inform me!

She was turning into a liability anyway.

Did you do all this?

Of course not.

Then who did?

We're looking for him.

Your mother's death so close to the delivery,

the risk of getting exposed,

for us and our clients.

Do they know about this?

Not yet.

And I don't want to stress them out,

by telling them about these little incidents.

Another reason for coming here,

is I need personal assurance from you.

That everything will go according to plan.

I was saying...

It's okay.

Poor guy is as deaf as a post.

He was a doctor in the army.

A grenade blew up close to his ears,

since then he lost his hearing.

Isn't that right, bastard?

Personal joke.

Can't hear a thing?

Would you like to suck mine?

Suck it.

See...

Isn't that great?

I was saying David's condition isn't right.

He's been entertaining a reporter out of everyone's knowledge.

I hope you handled her.

She's at large at the moment.

But I deleted all the data on her computer.

One small goof-up can ruin our entire plan.

Is she okay?

Can I talk to her?

Give the phone to the girl.

Hi baby.

How are you?

Really?

That's great.

Don't be afraid of anything, okay?

I'll see you soon.

Just take care.

I'll come get you soon.

Okay.

Yes.

I love you.

Bye.

We're very close to the end, David.

And who gets liberated or obliterated,

will depend on our focus to stick to the plan.

So don't lose focus now.

Let's go.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Don't forget to send your introductions, okay?

I want your name, age and height.

And profiles, okay.

Such beautiful girls!

I can take you guys really far, you know.

Keep in touch with me.

Erm, mister. Does Ashok Mathur stay here?

Yes, he used to.

Where is he now?

Don't know, sir.

His stuff must be here, right?

Wait here in the car.

I thought you and I were on one team.

This could be dangerous.

Rest is up to you.

I'm just trying to help.

Just don't get in my way.

Hey... Who are you looking for?

Ankita. Third floor.

She isn't home. Who are you? Her brother?

Her father.

I have the key.

Make an entry here.

Give me a pen.

You carry keys to someone else's home, might as well keep a pen!

Here. Do it.

You look over...

Overly small.

I was talking about your height.

Asshole.

Gopi Kishan. What kind of a name is that?

There comes a time in life,

when you got to be polite to open doors.

This wasn't one of those times.

First David and now Ankita.

Everyone connected to this case, except for me, had such tidy homes.

My job relies on suspicions.

And I had a suspicion, that coming here could be a mistake.

What is this?

I can pay you half a million for this job.

Something isn't right.

My glass, my pictures.

I don't understand. What are they doing here?

There are fingerprints on it.

They are mine.

Maybe they used this on Leena Thomas' murder weapon.

I think she's been following you for a while now.

Only Ankita can answer this question.

We have to fucking wait for her.

Cop turns killer.

The main accused in renowned social worker Leena Thomas' murder case,

Vikram Sinha is at large.

Hello, police station?

This time I found you.

You wanna know how?