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One-third of Delhi's population lives in unauthorized slums and serves the elite.

The elite, who earn the highest per capita income in India.

Policing a city like this one is a complex task,

and for an understaffed force at that.

After all, we can't police the lifestyles of the wealthy...

nor the aspirations of the less privileged.

Sometimes, amidst this conflict,

we encounter criminals and criminal activities

that are beyond our comprehension.

-Meena, get another bottle. -Absolutely not.

Benny, that's enough now.

-Stop it, please. -Come on, Rukmani!

-One more, please! -Last one.

-What is this? -Come on, guys!

You've had enough.

-Benny hardly visits! -Never mind, let it go.

That's the problem!

Good joke, good joke.

All right, leave it.

Come on.

Your safety is our responsibility.

We should include our slogan as well, right?

-"With you, for you, always." -"Delhi Police."

The follower count will increase gradually.

Download this app on my cell phone, please.

-Ashutosh. -Yes, Sir?

Do you know about MyLifePartner.com?

Yes, Sir.

If you want me to hack a profile, just say the word.

I don't want you to hack a profile. I...

-You know my daughter, Rebha. -Yes.

I want to make a profile for her.

Sure, Sir. I'll make one.

Just do one thing for me, email me her pictures.

The thing is...

she won't agree to it.

You'll have to figure something out on your own.

No worries, Sir. I'll manage.

I just need to know things like her hobbies, favorite films,

and stuff like that. You can give me those details.

Why do you need to know her favorite films?

Sir, young people these days

use these things to develop an understanding with each other.

Your favorite film, my favorite film...

it's a connection.

Mr. India.

Suggest a more romantic film, Sir.

She must've liked Mr. India in her childhood.

Well, that's okay. I can put Mr. India down.

Anyway, that movie has some romance.

Breakfast is ready.

I've made parathas.

What's in the news today?

A scandal.

My wife is leaving me.

I'm not leaving you, I'm going to work.

Have you read the NCRB report?

Delhi's crime rate has increased by 20% in the last two years.

It's really disheartening.

Yeah, but the good part is at least cases are being registered correctly now.

So what if they are?

We have only about 138 policemen per lakh of population.

The government just doesn't have enough funds.

But the people we have in our force, their intent is right.

Babes...

you can't stop each and every single crime,

even if you double the police force.

Even if we can stop one crime from happening, it's worth it.

-That's true. -And that's not good for you.

Chandu and me love it! As she would say, "Yum!"

Where is this child?

I've been trying to call her, she just won't take my calls.

Let me try.

-Hello? -Hi, baby.

Where have you been?

You just don't take my calls. You only take Dad's calls.

Sorry, I missed your calls. I was hanging out with friends.

But we decided to talk once a day at least, right?

Yeah, but you don't have to worry. This is Toronto, not Delhi.

I'm your mom, I am going to worry.

Yeah, especially if you don't take her calls.

So, who were you out with?

This is such an Indian parent thing to do!

Never letting your kids feel like adults.

Where does that even come from, baby?

We're really happy that you're doing everything on your own.

-Madam Sir. -Yes, Narayan?

Subhash Sir called. Section 302.

-I'm coming. Take the car out. -Sure.

Baby, I'll talk to you later.

We'll talk about this tonight, okay?

Why tonight?

Even when you're not here you're controlling me.

Hey, hey, hey! In this house, no one controls anyone.

We all love and care for each other. That's all. Okay?

Now, say bye to your mom nicely.

Sorry, Mom! Bye!

Bye, baby. Bye, babe.

Bye, babes.

-Good morning, Madam. -Where are you?

-At the station, Madam. -Section 302. Get to GK right away.

On my way, Madam.

One minute. Dhiraj!

Dhiraj! Take the car out quickly!

Yes, where?

-Okay, send me the address, I'm coming. -What's wrong?

Multiple murders.

Mummyji took the car. She went to the market.

Are you kidding me?

Again?

What's going on, Devinder?

It's my official car.

She always takes it without asking. How will I get there now?

I'll drop you on the bike. It'll take two minutes...

That's not the point!

The government didn't give me a car for grocery runs!

-But I am here, at your service. -Call Raj Singh and ask him

where they are.

Where do you think you're going?

Stay behind the barricade!

Hey, where do you think you're going?

We're unable to answer your questions currently.

Stay behind the barricade.

Put up police tape. And don't let anyone from the media in.

-Yes, Madam. -What do we have?

Madam, this is the main gate entrance.

There's another entrance through a gate in the back.

Rakesh and Romila Arora were retired doctors from AIIMS.

The Menons were their guests.

Who called in?

Meena, their maid.

The door was open when she got here this morning.

She's the one who called the police.

We've taken statements from both the maid and the guard.

This way.

His wife, Romila Arora, is in the bedroom.

This attack was merciless.

They snatched the jewelry right off their neck and ears.

They ransacked the cupboards.

Looks like there was more than one attacker.

Get all the footage from the CCTV cameras here.

Yes, Madam.

Where are the other bodies?

Upstairs.

I saw a man on the roof.

At what time?

Around 2:00 a.m.

What were you doing on the roof that late?

I went to take a leak, Sir.

Did you see his face? Would you recognize him?

My eyesight is a little weak.

But he was wearing something like a vest.

That's all I could see.

And bottoms?

Boxers, I think.

You think?

Why didn't you call the cops?

I thought he might be a hired worker in the house.

What hired worker comes so late at night?

I don't know.

But I went upstairs again at 4:00 a.m. to pee.

I didn't see anyone then.

How many times do you pee in a day?

Along with your eyes, get your kidneys checked as well.

What was your name again?

Please back away. Don't climb the barricades.

Let us do our job.

Please manage them!

-Back away. -Excuse me, Sir!

Please move aside. Move.

-Move! Make way! -Please wait.

-Excuse me! What's happening here? -Madam, I need you to step back.

This is my house! I live here.

-This is my parents' house. -Yes, yes.

Please come in. Come in.

Make way, let them in.

-Please come. -Are you their daughter?

Step back.

Please step back and let them pass.

Are you their daughter?

-Please. Your name? -Don't cross this line!

Anita Arora.

Ma'am, the investigation is going on.

What investigation?

-Please have patience... -What are you talking about?

I'll tell you. Rumaal Singh!

-Yes, Sir? -Are you going to tell me...

Take her to the garden. She can wait there.

-Otherwise, the press will hound her. -Okay, Sir.

-Please. -Come on, Madam.

-Go on. -This way, please.

-Please, I want to see my parents. -Please, go on.

Ma'am, please!

Oil?

Madam, it seems that Mr. Menon heard his wife's screams,

and rushed to help her.

Maybe that's when he was attacked.

Where's the forensics team?

Delhi traffic, Madam. They're on their way.

Madam Sir.

The victims' daughter, Anita Arora, is here.

She's waiting downstairs.

Tell them to hurry up.

They're coming.

Did you tell her anything?

Not yet.

I felt if I said something, it may come off as insensitive.

-It'd be better if you spoke with her... -Where's Neeti?

This route is longer. We should have taken Ring Road.

-This is the fastest route... -What?

This is the fastest route.

I'm late very often these days.

If this keeps up...

consider our Mussoorie trip canceled.

Oh, my God!

I'll get you to your destination right away!

Ma'am...

this is my parents' house.

I don't know where they are, I don't know what's going on!

The neighbors called me to say there was some commotion over here,

and the police are here, but no one's even letting me inside.

I don't know what's going on. Please tell me.

I'm Vartika Chaturvedi, DCP South District.

I need to speak to you alone.

Hey, kid. Would you like some chocolate?

-Yeah, go. -Okay.

Please tell me they're okay.

Long Live India, Madam Sir.

Sorry for the delay.

-Start immediately. -Yes, Madam Sir.

Who are they?

That's the forensics team.

Your parents' house is a crime scene. You cannot enter.

Tell me something. Is this car of yours remote-controlled or manual?

-Can I try it? Show me... -No! Absolutely not.

Anita, there is no easy way to say this, but...

your parents were killed last night.

No, no! I'm not listening to this! I want to see my parents now!

-Right now! -Mama!

-Take me to them! -Hey, kid!

I want to see them! I want to see them right now!

Mama!

I don't understand. I just spoke to Mama. Just spoke to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Menon, they were here with my parents, right?

I'm sorry. They were killed too.

Oh, my God!

I'm very sorry.

Hey! No photographs!

-Jairaj! -I'm on it, Madam.

Take hold of his camera!

-You stay here. -What are they doing?

Don't move. I'm coming, okay?

Anita, I can't let you go inside.

I need to see Mama. Okay?

-I understand. -I have to see...

I can't let you go.

I promise you'll be able to see them.

No, now. Right now.

No. It's a murder investigation.

If you go in, you'll be tampering with the evidence.

Please.

No...

Just come with me.

Come here.

Hey, back away!

Ma'am, please!

-Where are you going? -Ma'am!

Long Live India, Madam Sir!

This is Neeti.

She'll be with you. If there's anything at all you need we're right here.

This is Anita Arora. Take care of them.

Yes, Madam Sir.

We need to do a background check.

Any criminal history, any family rivalry,

altercations with employees, financial crises, everything.

You need to check it out.

Yes, Madam.

And the same applies to the Menons.

Yes.

Call the person who works here.

She's right outside, Madam.

Why is the food out in such disarray?

I don't know, Madam. I cleaned up before leaving.

I put the leftovers in the fridge as well.

I don't know who took them out.

What were they drinking last night?

Madam, they were drinking white wine.

They drank up the wine, so I put the bottle in the trash.

You can check it.

All right. You can leave.

Madam, food strewn everywhere, empty liquor bottles,

bludgeoned heads and that man on the roof...

This is their signature style.

If you like, you can go to the hospital with your parents in the ambulance.

Who did this?

We don't know yet. But we'll find out soon.

You don't have an answer...

I won't be able to sleep knowing the killers are still out there.

They won't be out there for long. I promise.

I don't know how to say this, but...

if possible, try to avoid looking at your parents' faces.

It's not the last memory that you want to carry with you.

I'm very sorry.

Make sure the child reaches home safely.

And I want that autopsy report.

Yes, Madam Sir.

Fuck.

Looks like the Kaccha-Baniyan gang is active again.

It's definitely their M.O.

Madam Sir, my grandmother suffered Alzheimer's disease.

She would even forget our names.

But if there was any disturbance at night...

she would say, "The Kaccha-Baniyan gang is here."

They usually attacked elderly people.

But this gang was last seen during their crime wave in the 90s.

Bhupendra.

I want increased security in South Delhi, particularly gated communities.

Nearby, on the streets and pavements, and at traffic lights.

If you see any suspicious people, question them.

Subhash, make a list of all the senior citizens in this area.

People who could be potential targets.

Jairaj, ask Sudhir to take Anita's statement.

And check the CCTV footage of the entire area.

Let's see if we can get something.

We don't know who the next target will be.

But there will be one.

These criminals are brutal. And they're roaming free.

For how long? That depends on us.

We have to be tight-lipped about this.

Not a single murmur about this, not even in our cop station.

These murders are too familiar and they'll trigger the city.

Everyone reports to me directly.

Got it?

Show me your license.

Sir, we have some evidence on the GK murder case.

On the face of it, it looks like the Kaccha-Baniyan gang.

They haven't been around for almost 20 years.

I know.

Vartika, the press should not catch wind of this.

Not until we're sure of it.

I don't want civilians panicking for nothing.

Sir.

Seriously, if people find out about this...

You know, in Gujarat, they're called the Chaddi-Bundi gang?

It's confidential!

Hey!

Your leave is confirmed, right? I mean...

Madam Sir confirmed it last week.

I just hope nothing goes wrong with this case.

Wow!

The fate of the Delhi Police rests on my wife's shoulders!

What about your Madam Sir? She will handle it.

She trusts me.

How long will you take?

I'll be back in ten to fifteen minutes.

The restaurant closes in an hour.

Head on over to the administration department.

Madam, please give me some information.

Where do I need to go?

-You need... -How much time will it take?

I've been trying to tell you since the afternoon, take this form...

I'm here to meet Doctor Dhami. It's regarding the Arora murder case.

One minute, I'll get back to you.

Madam, would you please help me? I'm Mr. Menon's caretaker.

I'm here to collect his body.

I've been staying with him for years, he doesn't have any next of kin.

Doctor Dhami is performing the autopsy. You will have to wait.

She told me she would give me an update by this evening.

-I'll check with her. -Please hurry.

Sir, the doctor is doing the autopsy. You can collect the bodies tomorrow.

The hospital staff have had me running in circles.

This kind of paperwork is beyond my comprehension.

If you could please help me...

-Tell me, what's your name? -Ram Kumar.

-Is that your full name? -Yes.

Your address?

Wake up, brother!

Sorry, Sir. I've been here for over 18 hours.

The next guy isn't here yet.

What's new about that?

-You must remain alert at checkpoints. -Okay.

-Long Live India, Sir. -Long Live India.

Sorry.

I really thought we would go out.

But work is important too, right?

Come on now, don't be upset.

Sorry.

By the way, the canteen here has great tea and samosas.

I don't want tea and samosas.

I'm an army man. Have you ever seen a fat soldier?

You must have seen plenty of fat policemen.

All right, I'll eat the fried part and you can eat the filling. Come on.

You know, when you're hangry...

you look even cuter.

Come on.

Hey.

Hi, Babes.

You're still up?

Yeah, I was talking to Chandu about her classes.

What is it?

Well...

seems like the Kaccha-Baniyan gang.

Should I be worried?

For me?

That would be a first.

You know, they are the most dreaded gang in the north of India.

This is going to be a hard one.

I know.

You know, some years ago, I was on a case.

They murdered an 80-year-old woman.

-What they did to her was... -Gruesome.

Gruesome.

You know, everything points to the Kaccha-Baniyan gang, but...

I don't know, there's something that doesn't feel right.

I can't pinpoint it, but...

something is bothering me.

Why do you say that?

Well, they were last seen in the capital in the 90s.

They only targeted colonies around railway stations, or...

residential units in secluded areas.

And this time, they've targeted a gated community in South Delhi.

It feels like they've made it a point to leave behind evidence on the CCTV.

Maybe this is a younger generation of the Kaccha-Baniyan gang?

Young blood?

More aggressive, more reckless.

Oh, God.

Please take your time.

There's no rush.

The Kaccha-Baniyan gang is an organized criminal syndicate.

Their signature is well-calculated home invasions.

So, these gang activities...

-Sorry, Madam. -...were last seen

in 2003 in the outskirts, but this gang was very active in the 90s.

They chose strategic locations with quick getaways and left no witnesses.

The kind of cruel brutality that is displayed here

is something you will never see in your entire police career.

Their weapons of choice are iron rods, hammers, axes.

Also, they coat their entire bodies with oil.

That was their strategy to minimize resistance.

And if anyone tried to grab them,

they would easily slip out of their grip.

And the way they leave their crime scenes is completely disgusting.

They bludgeon people, they eat their food, they drink their booze,

shit and piss all over the place.

So, this is their MO.

We do have special files made on tribal gangs-related cases.

Take out those files. Let's check if we can find any leads on that.

Please, continue.

There was a pair of gold earrings. And gold bangles, a set of two.

Did they usually keep cash in the house?

Enough to cover household expenses, but...

I'd need to look at their bank statements to check for withdrawals.

And...

Last night, in Greater Kailash, a horrific crime...

Any other precious items?

In the 90s, they spread terror in Delhi

by breaking into homes and murdering residents...

The Kaccha-Baniyan gang has returned to Delhi.

In the footage from the crime scene CCTV,

the gang can clearly be seen entering the house,

and roaming its halls fearlessly.

-What is this? -Four elderly people were killed.

The viciousness with which Dr. Rakesh Arora was attacked,

can be seen in the footage,

but we will abstain from showing this brutal murder on TV.

Madam Sir. It's urgent.

-With your permission. -Yeah.

The truth is, last night, while the entire city was sleeping,

the Delhi Police was asleep as well.

Which is probably why they couldn't stop

this vicious attack from taking place in Delhi's posh GK colony.

Will Delhi fall victim to

the Kaccha-Baniyan gang once again?

How many more murders will take place?

This is our question to the Delhi Police.

Even hours after the murder,

they've withheld key information from the public.

It's because the Delhi Police knows nothing about this gang.

So, be responsible for your own safety. Be vigilant.

Especially, the elderly who live alone.

The Kaccha-Baniyan gang is on the loose and roams free in the city.

Their next victim could be your neighbor,

or it could be you.

How the fuck did our primary evidence get on to national television?

Jairaj, how was this leaked? Find out right now!

And get me this news editor's phone number.

-Yes, Madam. -Bhupendra.

Tell Ashutosh to get on to this right now.

-Yes, Madam. -Fuck!

-Sir. -Have you seen the news?

Yes, Sir. I'm watching.

So is all of Delhi. What the hell is happening, Vartika?

I want answers.

Wait.

Now the Home Minister is watching too. So, don't go anywhere.

-Sir. -Hello, Kumar.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

-Right now, on TV... -I'm on it, Sir.

I have DCP Vartika on the other line.

I'll get to the bottom of it, and update you ASAP.

As you should be.

I want an answer, and I want it now.

Sir.

Vartika, it's going to be a shitstorm raining on my head

if this isn't controlled right now.

Sir, I'm going to speak to the news editor, and try and bring it down.

Don't assure me of something you and I both know will not work!

By now it's all over the Internet. Get a hold of things, Vartika!

Before Delhi goes into panic mode!

You need someone in your team who has got prior experience

in dealing with tribal gangs.

-Sir, I'll find somebody immediately. -Wait.

There's this Viren Chaddha.

A retired SHO from Patel Nagar Police Station.

-Bring him on. -Sir.

Madam Sir, I got his number, but he's not answering the call.

I'll try again.

Madam, Ashutosh is checking the servers.

We'll know where it was leaked from in half an hour.

We need to find Viren Chaddha.

He's a retired SHO from Patel Nagar Police Station.

He has solved a fair number of tribal gang-related crimes.

Find him immediately and get him on board.

Where is Mr. Chaddha's house?

Turn right up ahead.

My ass is hurting from this long ride!

Hey!

God damn it!

-It's this house. -This one?

Sir?

We're not at the Prime Minister's house, are we?

Was Mr. Chaddha in the police force or was he a bullion trader?

This place is like a mansion!

There are so many lights in here. Isn't he worried about the electricity bill?

-Look at that golden thing. -Hello, there!

Hey... Didn't anybody serve you anything?

Hey, Mohan!

Please bring something for the guests.

All right then... tell me. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Mr. Chaddha, you must have seen the news today...

about Kaccha-Baniyan...

Sorry. Continue.

That's all right.

As I was saying...

you must've seen the news today about the Kaccha-Baniyan gang.

They're active again.

You know, it's a tribal gang.

It's something you have experience with.

I do have the experience.

So... it would be good if you came on board with us.

Will I get a medal?

Sir, our duty in itself is a medal.

Duty alone doesn't get you anything.

I gave my whole life to the police force.

I didn't get the respect that I should have rightfully gotten.

Sir, the commissioner himself recommended you.

Is... that not respect?

Listen, buddy. I don't want anything.

They've been withholding my pension.

Just get me my pension, that's it.

I mean, you tell me.

How can a retired man live with no pension?

Tell me. Is it possible?

You've got a point.

Not to mention the economic crisis I'm currently facing.

-Here, Sir. -No.

Mr. Chaddha, the issue regarding your pension will be settled.

But please just come with us in the meantime.

No, brother. That's not how it works.

Not like this.

First, you need to tell me when I will get my pension.

Sir, it's not something we can give you in writing.

It's your job to figure it out, not mine.

Please give me two minutes.

-Should I join you? -No need.

Please have some.

It's tasty.

-Yes? -Madam.

His pension is on hold. He won't budge an inch until he gets it.

Is he seriously worried about his pension right now?

Damnit, I'll get it done. Just tell him to come here!

Seriously.

Hey, is that Mr. Chaddha's car?

Yes.

"Economic crisis."

Hello, Delhi Police Control Room.

Hello?

I can't hear you.

The Kaccha-Baniyan gang is back in the city and you...

-Yeah? -Hello, Ma'am.

I'm calling from the Delhi Police Control Room.

Yes?

Ma'am, we just received a call regarding the Kaccha-Baniyan gang.

-Play the recording. -Sure.

The Kaccha-Baniyan gang is back in the city,

and you cops better stay in your lane.

You should know we have a special oil

which makes it nice and easy to fuck you in the ass.

Is this a fucking joke?

Trace this call.

Ma'am, it was from a PCO.

Hang on a minute. I'll call you back.

-Yes, Bhupendra? -Madam...

I just got a call from Saket Police Station.

There's been another murder... in the Kaccha-Baniyan style.