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Yes, Mr. Secretary. We have reached the legislator's house.

Just send the tempo over.

We'll pick you and Rinky from the market on our way home.

Have fun.

What is it?

We are here to buy the horse.

-Which village are you from? -Jaunpura.

Come in.

Which variety is the horse?

Not variety, you should ask about its breed.

Which breed is it?

Marwari, Kathiawari, Sindhi, Punjabi, Bhutia, Manipuri.

Which one?

-Punjabi. -What exactly?

-Nukra. -Nukra.

Good.

Tell me the name.

I will tell you the name

but the horse costs more than your car.

Count it.

If there's extra money,

buy sweets for yourself.

Expensive sweets laced with silver.

Do you see that?

It's painful to part ways with you.

It's okay.

People say I am cruel towards animals.

Then why am I crying now?

My heart is bleeding.

I don't want to sell you.

But the priest has advised me to stay away from animals and birds.

I can't help it.

I am sure you will understand my plight and won't feel bad.

You won't feel bad.

Do you have kids?

No.

Hereafter, Sitara will be like a kid of yours.

Shower love on him.

I will come to meet him occasionally.

-Which village are you from? -Jaunpura, sir.

I have taken a photocopy of their Aadhar card.

Okay. Yes.

I will come to meet you very soon.

I'll get your favourite chickpeas.

I'll get it from the farms personally for you.

Green chickpeas. Okay?

Okay?

Okay, Sitara.

Go now, dear.

Go now.

Chuttan, take him.

Take him.

Chuttan.

'Panchayat'

-They are here. -They have come.

-They have come. -Amazing horse!

-Wow! -Look.

Here.

-Hey. -Look at that.

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-Yes, dad. -One who messes with Phulera will bite dust for sure!

-Can't hear anything. Call you later. -Will bite dust for sure!

-Will bite dust for sure! -Put the guest down.

Right.

You are no longer our son-in-law. You are the son of this village.

Thanks a lot.

Come on, ma'am.

You don't say thanks to a son.

This was my duty.

-Bless you. -Bless you.

Come on.

-Bring it. -It won't.

-Come on. -It will.

Welcome to Phulera. Come. Move aside.

-Here. -Careful.

-Come. -Wonderful.

-Chief. Let's take it around the village. -Sure. Let's go.

-Sure. Let me hold it. -Come.

-Careful. -Now, Phulera is your village.

Come on, the pride of Phulera.

The great horse.

-Come on. -Good boy.

Sir, we should feed him chickpeas every day.

Of course, we will. Not just chickpeas but many other things.

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera... -Chuttan.

You did something disastrous!

It was a test fire.

Come on, get ready.

We have to attack Phulera.

'Welcome to Village Council, Phulera'

No, Mr. Legislator. That would be disastrous.

No, Mr. Legislator. That would be disastrous.

Bhushan.

-Don't block my way. -Mr. Legislator.

Has anything good ever come out of bloodshed?

Take your vehicle aside.

Otherwise, I will kill you people first.

Mr. Legislator, we beg of you.

Begging me? Really?

Begging me?

-Begging me? -Mr. Legislator.

-Mr. Legislator -Begging me?

Bloody. Begging me?

They took my horse away.

What were you doing? Where were you?

Mr. Legislator, you suffer from blood pressure issues. Please don't get angry.

You are already sweating.

Chuttan, please get him some water.

Before you attack them, just give us one chance.

Yes, Mr. Legislator.

I will tell the villagers that the chief was wrong in cheating you

and buying the horse.

Mr. Legislator, have some water.

Hold the gun for me.

You want me to drink water, you rascal!

Where were you? Tell me!

Where were you?

Darn it!

Listen up.

Listen to me carefully.

It's 1 pm right now.

By 3 pm,

if I don't see my horse coming back to me, on this very road.

Remember.

I'll empty the magazine.

-Okay? -Mr. Legislator.

Get lost!

Sir, tell me.

What should the villagers do now?

-There's only one way out. -What's that?

Simple. All the villagers should gather

and bring their weapons along and go to war. Am I right?

Absolutely. We must.

Unless there is bloodshed in the village,

the legislator will not be at peace.

There will be bloodshed in the village

and then he shall bathe in that very pool of blood.

He will shed the blood of every villager.

Now, I understand why the villagers call you a clown.

Anyway, let's get to the point.

Let me repeat the question.

Should we return the horse

-or fight to keep it? -We should return it.

The elected members of the village council should say.

What do you people think?

Hey. What's there to think about?

We should think, Vinod.

It's about the reputation of the village.

How did the reputation of the village come into the picture, sir?

Tell me. If you pour oil into a fire,

won't it rage all the more?

If Bam Bahadur had not given an interview against the legislator,

all this wouldn't have happened.

Of course. This is a war between the chief and the legislator.

It doesn't concern the village.

Hey.

Why does it not concern the village?

That bloody legislator threatens a villager

and the chief supports that very person.

If things get worse in this regard, why does it not concern the village?

-Tell me. -Hey. You idiot.

The chief supported you

only to gain political mileage.

Don't you understand that?

You could have supported me for that very reason.

Even you are trying to gain political mileage.

Why didn't you support me?

You did not. Instead, you told me this. Bam Bahadur,

yield to the threat and apologise to the legislator.

Possibly the chief, just to gain political mileage,

supported me.

But what is important is that he supported me.

-That is right. -He is correct.

He supported him.

He did support him.

Sit down, Bam Bahadur.

Coming back to the point.

Should we return the horse or fight to keep it?

What can we say, Mr. Secretary?

Returning the horse would make a mockery of the village

and keeping it with us may put our lives in danger.

Nobody's life will be in danger.

You people are worrying for no reason.

If the legislator is brandishing a gun, so should we.

Let us pay him back in his own coin.

The chief has a double-barrel shotgun and so does Mr. Parshu.

Let's arrange for some more guns.

Let's see what happens. That's it.

Of course. Sir, if we yield to him,

not one soul of Phulera can walk with his head held high, in Paikauli Bazaar.

I've been saying it since long.

The bloody legislator is issuing shallow threats.

You people need not get scared.

-Yes. No one will be harmed. -That's right.

Mr. Secretary.

What do you think?

Shallow threats. He'd have pulled the trigger by now if he had wanted to.

Absolutely.

What if it is not a shallow threat and someone actually gets shot?

We have to take the risk.

You are the chief. We shall stand by your decision.

-Okay. The horse stays in the village. -Yes.

But the first bullet

should not be fired by a villager from our side.

-Agreed. -That won't happen.

-Absolutely. -We agree to it.

-That's right. -It is decided.

Come on.

Are these many people enough?

Fellow villagers, firstly,

no bullet shall be fired.

Secondly,

in case a bullet is fired,

-do you know how to retaliate? -Yes!

-How will you? -Fire at them!

It is time to make a sacrifice to ensure peace prevails in the village.

Sacrifice?

Who will you sacrifice now?

Myself.

Everyone wants to be a leader. Right?

-Yes. -Yes.

Come on then. Let us do what leaders do.

I don't see our guest.

He's my daughter's husband. I can't take any risk.

I told him to leave from behind, through the farmlands.

We'll handle it here.

Mr. Abhishek,

can Mr. Prahlad take a decent aim from there?

-Of course, he will. -Hey.

Hey!

Stay alert!

Hey!

Yes!

-I am ready. -Yes!

That's good.

-Chief, look there. -Hmm.

The first bullet fired

will be at me.

No, ma'am. I'll take the bullet.

Why would you? I will.

We will take it!

We will take it!

You may take it. Why shout, rascals?

Dangling damsels!

Well.

The local police station in-charge is with me. I have reached the spot.

-Hey. -Careful.

The remaining force is on standby, ma'am.

Trust me, ma'am. Not one bullet will be fired. Yes.

Mr. Legislator.

Mr. Legislator is right here. Want to speak to him?

Yes. All right.

I'll explain him.

Mr. Legislator.

Is this what will happen in a free and democratic India?

Mr. Legislator.

In a way, you too are responsible for the law and order of this place.

If you resort to such antics,

is this really done?

I'll wait for 15 more minutes.

That's it.

15 minutes?

-What? -Let's go, sir.

-Where to? -Sir, hurry up. Let's go to Phulera.

Start the bike.

Your bike is pathetic.

Belongs to the government.

Hello. Is it Ms. Manju Devi, the council chief of Phulera?

'CC Road'

Ma'am, you are aware

that a bullet fired can kill a person.

I know that but perhaps the legislator doesn't know it.

Ma'am, he's a crazy guy. I wonder who voted him to power.

But you, the people of Phulera.

Wise people.

Why are you competing in this event of madness?

This is no competition.

I mean, are you trying to be more crazy than him? What is this?

We are doing this in self-defence.

It will strike 3 now. Ma'am.

Return the horse.

The legislator is not bluffing this time.

Neither are we, sir.

Ma'am, where is the horse?

Where is the horse, ma'am?

Return the horse!

Otherwise, that crazy guy will attack you!

Oh my.

-Come on, everybody. -Yes.

-Get aside. -This, here.

Let's go now.

-That's better. -We are standing our ground.

Let's see what happens.

-The entire Phulera is here. -We are not scared of him.

-Hey! -Get aside! Hey!

Hey, you.

Hey.

-Calm down. -Calm down.

-Hey. -Stop.

-We shall talk. Calm down. -Fire now!

-Come on! -Hey.

The phone is ringing.

Sir, I got a clear shot at the legislator.

Before you fire, just say attack loudly. I'll shoot him from here.

-Okay. -What's okay now?

-Hey. -Calm down.

You can't do this.

-Hey. -What are you people doing here?

The same that you are doing.

-Appealing for peace. -Just shut up!

Mr. Legislator. What is it? It's after all a horse.

Let it go.

Mr. Legislator, you were paid for it. Right?

It's not like they stole it away.

Exactly. Why wield weapons...

-Put them down. I'll tell the villagers. -Put them down.

-Put them down. -Don't interfere.

I'll kill you.

-Please stop! -You are a politician.

Why behave like dacoits?

For two minutes, everyone will wait. The DM is calling.

Nobody will fire. Let's take a break of two minutes.

Hello. Yes, ma'am.

They are facing each other.

Bullets?

Bullets may be fired anytime now.

Yes.

Myself and the Station in-charge

are standing in the middle and risking our lives.

Yes.

What?

Ms. DM.

-Sir. -Please talk to her.

-Calm down. -Hello.

Hold it. I am getting the parliamentarian on line.

What's the matter, Chandu?

Hello, sir.

I suggest you become thick-skinned.

Otherwise, you will remain in Phulera

and Paikauli, showing off your silly hooliganism.

Listen, Chandu.

Killing a dog and a pigeon can be excused.

I did not kill any dog.

The pigeon died on its own.

It's because of that, the entire village...

Chandu, I leave it to your conscience

to make the right decision.

However, I will say something before I hang up.

Politics is not like a wrestling match.

It's more like a game of chess. Understood?

Remember that. Jai Hind.

Thank you so much.

-Hey, don't. -Calm down.

Come on.

Now, get lost from here.

Let's go now.

-Hey, come on. It's all done. -Yes.

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

-One who messes with Phulera. -Will bite dust for sure!

'After 15 days'

Sir, tea.

What's the news?

I'll tell you.

Prioritise yourself and you will progress in life.

Wow!

Good.

You took everything.

I need more.

It's about that land...

-Therefore... -Shall we take it?

-It was said... -This was already...

Sir, we don't get water.

He's here.

Come, sir.

All set?

Sir, go for the exam with a calm mind.

He is already a calm person.

He is calm now.

Initially, he would be so disturbed.

Right.

Perhaps, it was because I couldn't see my future back then.

-I see. -And now?

Now, things are getting clear.

-I see. -Good to hear that.

Feed him. Don't hold back.

Feeding a horse neutralises

the fault in our stars.

How would all this help, chief?

The exam will go as good as the preparation was.

-Right. -Do have sweet curd before leaving. You didn't have it last time.

-Right. -Leave no stone unturned this time around. Understood?

You need to top the exam.

Top the district.

Let's go or else you'll be late and may miss the bus. Let's go.

-Come on, sir. -Let's go. Come.

'Welcome to Village Council, Phulera'

Yes. Is the room booked in a hotel?

Okay.

I'll reach by around 8 O'clock.

Let's catch up.

Once I am done with the exam,

we shall go around Banaras.

Okay. Bye.

Who was it, Mr. Secretary?

He is my cousin. Adi.

-He is also coming to Banaras. -I see.

That's good.

The bus is late today.

It'll be here.

Call up once you reach there.

Mr. Abhishek,

what plans do you have after cracking the MBA entrance?

-The future? -Yes.

Study for two years, get a job, get married.

And then, kids. The same old story.

Right.

May God realise all your dreams.

What have you people planned?

Nothing just.

I am thinking of...

You will contest the village council elections. What else?

No, sir.

The village politics gets murky.

But I will support you in the elections. I'll always be by your side.

I know that.

What will you do after the elections?

Well, I am thinking that whatever money I am left with,

I'll use it to buy a dozen horses.

Heard that? Horses again.

What will you do with so many horses?

I'll think of some business later.

Mr. Prahlad, it's your money. You may burn it

if you wish to. Nobody will stop you.

But don't do this.

What will I do if you won't take it from me?

-How can I take your money? -Why can't you?

Mr. Prahlad, it's your money. How can I take it?

You regard me as your uncle.

Your children will call me grandpa.

As their grandfather, can I not give them my wealth?

I have an idea. Keep the money. Don't spend it.

Once your child is born, open an FD in his name and put the money in it.

-That's it. -What do you say now?

Hey! The bus is here. Stop it.

Stop it.

-Stop it. -Come on.

Mr. Secretary.

Mr. Secretary, take care of yourself and do well in the exam.

Stop it.

-Hey! Get aside! -Mr. Secretary.

-Hey. -Let's scoot!

Mr. Secretary.

-Anyone got hit? -Mr. Secretary.

Chief.

-Mr. Secretary? -I am fine.

Are you hit, sir?

Is everything all right?

Is everything all right?

-Yes. -Hey.

-Come on. Sir. -Come.

-Yes. -Mr. Secretary, are you all right?

-Was anyone hit? -No.

-Are you hit? -No.

Are you all right?

They are coming back! Run!

-Run. -He has to appear an for exam.

-Mr. Secretary, run. -You need to attend the exam.

-You need to go. Go! Let's go fast! -No.

-Go now. Just go now. -Hurry.

Run.

-Come on, hurry up. -Get on, fast.

Hurry.

-Hey. -Run. Leave.

-Sir, run. -Hey.

Run fast! This way.

Hey.

Hey. Come on.

Careful.

Hurry.

Chief!

Here. Hide in here.

Careful.

Hey.

-Vikas. -Mr. Abhishek.

-Hello. -Yes. We are safe, sir.

Are the shooters following you?

No, sir. They fled.

Focus on your exam. We'll handle things here.

The MLA is behind this.

Focus on your exam, sir.

We'll handle things here.

I'll be back by tomorrow evening.

We will take the MLA to task this time.

Of course, sir. We will.

We'll get him jailed for life, sir.

Just focus on your exam.

Don't be scared.

We won't be scared, sir. We are safe.

Goodbye, sir.

Who's the chief?

-It's me. -No, it's me.

I am the chief. What now?

Hello, Uncle. Abhishek is done with the exam.

I am dropping him off at the village.

His phone is switched off. He'll call you when he gets time.

Right.

He was shot in the shoulder.

But is now out of danger.

Mr. Secretary,

don't act out of rage.

-What are you saying? -Mr. Secretary.

He will pay for every drop of blood that was shed.

But at the right time.

The matter is sensitive. Don't do anything.

An FIR has been filed against the legislator.

He's been charged under Section 307, attempt to murder.

FIR?

And arrest?

He will get arrested.

But what we don't understand

is who tipped him off on your location.

Everyone knows who did that.

-Come on, Adi. -Where to?

To the village. Where else?

Go with him. I am afraid he may act rashly. Go.

Mr. Secretary.

Listen to me.

Explain him.

Where to?

-Who are you here to shoot? -Hey, pal.

-Take it easy. -Why?

-What will you do? Will you shoot me? -Calm down.

Do it!

-Shoot me! -Hey!

Mr. Secretary.

Here. Take it easy.

Do you see guns or weapons on anyone here?

You don't.

I came without the security cover. Do you know why?

It is because

I did not order a hit on him.

-Move aside. We need to meet the chief. -Get lost!

Shameless person you are.

Hey, blue jay!

If I had ordered a hit on him,

the chief wouldn't have been alive.

Do you think the legislator is an idiot?

After a petty fight, would he order a hit on the chief?

Everyone knows he will be suspected.

If not him, who else did it?

-Who? -Hey! Calm down.

-Hey, what is it? -What?

Mind your language.

Hey. You never know.

The chief might have got himself shot at.

-What? -Yes. Of course.

The village council elections are approaching. He needs sympathy.

He might have got himself shot at.

He might have actually done that.

He is a deceitful man...

Vinod, he just slapped.

Why stare at me? Beat them up!

-Beat the scoundrels up. -Hey.

Hey.

-You cur... -Hey.

-Beat him up. -I'll teach you a lesson.

-Wait. -Hey.

-He is... -Get him.

-Get it. -Come on.

-Beat him up. -Hey. Hit him.

Hit him!

Hit him!

What did you say...

-Hey. Hit him more. -More now.

-And you... -Hey.

-Come. -You'll be in deep trouble if you hit me.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Don't you dare. -Hey.

-Hey. -Get him.

-Want to act smart? -Don't...

-What... Hey... -Hit him harder. More...

-Hold him. -Come on, hit him.

Hit him harder.

-You bastard. -You...

-Rascal. -Get moving.

He is... Wait, I'll show you.

Bloody asshole.

-Hey. -Mr. Secretary.

Mr. Secretary.

Hey, bloody.

-Come on, you hit him. -Hey.

Hit him. Again.

-Hey. -Hey, asshole.

Sorry. My mistake.

Hey, you.

Oh.

Stop.

Hey.

-You... -Stop.

-Get him. -Hit him.

Come on.

-Hey. -Oh.

Hey.

-Hey. -Oh.

-Hey. -Hit him.

-Hey. -Get lost.

Come on!

Come on!

Look at this.

I checked B186. You may check it once.

Sir, we are here at your police station. What more do you want?

-Can't you check this much? -Without sugar?

I don't want it.

Sir.

I forgot to ask.

How did the exam go?

Good.

Thank God.

Can you get admission to IIM if there's a police case against you?

Has everyone calmed down now?

Are you people happy now?

Everyone wants to be an avenger.

Such people around us. What will become of this country?

-Ma'am. -Ma'am.

Please. Silence, please.

In view of upcoming elections in the state,

Ballia District Administration, in order to have free and fair elections

is fully prepared and dedicated.

In case any candidate

is caught distributing cash or liquor

or brandishing weapons,

immediate legal action will be taken against him.

At every development block,

with a view to get proper enrollment done and elections held,

returning and assistant returning officers will be appointed.

No fraud or violence will be tolerated in the process of election.

Those who indulge in such activities,

orders have been passed to deal with them strictly.

What do you think?

Who ordered a hit on the chief?

It needs to be investigated.

In order to hold peaceful and impartial elections in the district,

along with two companies or CRPF,

more than 10,000 soldiers will be deployed.

Thank you. Jai Hind.

-Ma'am. -Ma'am.

Quarrels, fights.

Violence.

Beating and dragging each other.

Well.

Now, it feels like

the village council election.

Well, it does appear

like the village council election

is here.