After the break, once again, welcome back to our show!
Paresh-ji, shall we proceed with the game?
Absolutely, sir.
All right then, let's play Everyone Will Become a Millionaire!
- Let's play. - Yes, sir.
Paresh-ji.
The question is on your computer screen.
Okay, sir.
Who composed the famous song "Saare Jahan se Achcha"?
Yes, sir.
Option four.
Sir, I believe it's option two.
It's option four, you fucker.
Option two. Let's lock in Jaidev-ji.
Okay, Mr Computer. Paresh-ji wants to lock in option two.
Fate gives money to chaps like you, and here we are sweeping the floor.
Lock in Jaidev.
No, sir, this is the wrong answer.
Out you go!
The correct answer is option four.
Mohammad Iqbal.
Where the heck is it?
Paresh-ji...
Yes, how are you?
Never mind, you played very well.
What did the doctor say? Natural birth or a C-section?
Thank you, sir.
Has our little girl's fever subsided?
Don't send her to school for a few days. Let her have complete rest.
Chote Lal is taking the night bus.
Yes, I've sent some money with him.
He says on Sunday.
It's good for me, isn't it now?
I have the whole villa to myself.
Am I any less than a son to him?
And listen...
don't lift heavy stuff.
Take care of yourself.
All right, I'll hang up now. I have chores to finish.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Hey, listen.
Hello? Listen up.
I love you.
Am I making you feel all shy now?
Okay then, bye.
My father, Mr Kalicharan Pandey,
a scholar of Sanskrit and mathematics
and a former department head at Banaras Hindu University,
often used to say
that in 1686, Isaac Newton gave this world its biggest fundamental formula.
A formula that applies to animals, birds, humans, deities,
the soul and the divine and everything.
To everything.
The third law of motion.
"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."
When you eat a meal, you feel sated.
Your stomach is full.
When you spend some loving moments with your loved ones,
you feel a sense of happiness and peace within you.
Action. Reaction.
If one thinks about it,
then even before Newton, we can find an account of this law in our scriptures too.
Ravana kidnapped the goddess Sita,
and his kingdom, Lanka, was destroyed.
Dhritarashtra was so obsessed with love for his son
that the Mahabharata war broke out.
Our leaders and employers have bestowed
a grandiose word for this law.
"System."
And this one word
can make or break all our futures.
And anyone who goes against the system
is either incredibly courageous or super dumb.
RAM CHARAN PANDEY (SUB INSPECTOR)
And I, Ram Charan Pandey,
have never fallen prey to this dangerous illusion of courage,
and have never been inclined to do so either.
Because...
no matter how hard a cockroach works out,
victory always belongs to the shoe.
All that is fine, sir.
But, sir, this Hindi and science lecture,
what does it have to do with my daughter?
It is related, Mandal-babu. It is.
You've been negligent.
That's why your daughter went missing.
Action.
Reaction.
Today is her birthday, sir.
She would have turned 15 today.
Do you know, sir?
She was brilliant at her studies.
Extremely brilliant.
Since her last birthday, she's been telling her mother
that if she tops this exam,
we have to buy her a TV.
Hello, Mandal-babu, listen to me.
Her results came out yesterday.
She came first.
Now, we have to buy a TV for her. Right, sir?
We'll have to. Right, sir?
Mandal-babu? Hello? Listen.
This is not the first time a child has gone missing from Rajiv Camp.
It's been going on for years.
We search for them, bring them back, and they run away again.
We search for them again and they run away again.
There's so much chasing that I've gone from being Pandey to being PT Usha.
But nobody's giving me any medals, mister.
But, sir, you can at least lodge an FIR. You can do that at least, sir.
Can't you at least do that, sir?
So now you're going to tell me when and how to lodge an FIR?
Why not wear this uniform too while you're at it?
No, sir. It's all right, sir.
She's 15 years old. She'll come back, buddy.
She's dead by now, sir, isn't she? Dead and gone.
Pathak, get some water.
Okay.
Not for me, for him.
Hey, old-timer. Here, drink some water.
Don't cry. Drink.
Mandal-babu, listen. You're overthinking unnecessarily.
It's not that serious. Don't let yourself just assume the worst like this.
It's her birthday today, right?
No, sir. It's okay, sir.
Happy birthday, Thumpa.
Okay?
We'll search for her. Don't worry. We'll find her.
Sir, if this poster could be put up...
Yes, go ahead. As you're leaving, put it up right in the centre.
Come along.
Put it up. Come along.
- Stop crying. Come on now. - Go, put it up.
- Come. Come along. - We'll search for her.
I'll leave, sir.
- Yes, here. - Send for some tea.
Put it up on the board. Go on.
Let's sort it first.
Okay, switch on the TV till then.
Who's playing first?
- Look at that. - Bowled?
MISSING: TUMPA AGE: 14 YEARS
Hit it.
- Go for a four! - Oh, man!
It's at the gate.
Ali, go get the ball.
Sandeep went last time. You get it this time. Go.
Okay, I'm going.
It's a monkey's hand.
A monkey's hand is big.
This is a baboon's hand.
Baboons and monkeys are the same.
Right. You know a lot, don't you?
It depends on the body constituents, Mr Animal Planet. Look.
A monkey is a herbivore.
And the baboon is a carnivore. Look at its nails.
It's a monkey.
It's a baboon.
- It's a monkey. - I'm telling you it's a baboon.
- It's clearly a monkey. - Baboon.
Hello, Vali and Sugriva.
- Sir. - Please calm down.
- Sir, it's a baboon's... - It's a monkey's hand.
Listen, everyone.
This is Rajiv Camp.
And that is Sector 36.
We have not received any intimation of a child losing his hand
either from here or there.
And these drains here, they're coming directly from Seelampur.
Sir, isn't that too near?
Jhilmil Colony would be better.
Jhilmil. These drains are coming from Jhilmil.
It was found here, but who knows where it's from?
Whose house is this?
Sir, it belongs to a businessman from Karnal.
- Bassi-sahib. - Yes.
- Bassi. - They have thrown all their garbage here.
Who found it?
- Sir, this boy. Child, come here. - Come.
You found it, child?
Child, it's a monkey's hand.
Keep this, child.
This child has been very vigilant.
Please give him a round of applause.
Come on.
I don't know, sir.
Unfortunately,
you have no source of help remaining.
Anyone win yet?
This is all fixed.
- Exactly, sir. - Did you get eggs?
I don't understand.
- Hey, didn't I tell you to get them? - You can quit.
When?
Come here.
- He just wants to play cricket all day. - Or, you can take a risk.
- Go. - The choice is yours.
Come back quickly.
- I'll break your legs if you delay. - Sir.
I'd like to quit.
Let me go, Uncle,
or I'll tell Dad everything.
Really? And then what?
He'll shoot you with his gun.
Gun?
- Your father has a gun? - Yes.
And a uniform too.
Oh my.
Come on, please don't do that.
I'll die if you do that.
Yes.
- What's your name? - Ali.
Ali.
Whatever you're thinking about
happens only in movies.
Shall I tell you what happens in real life?
I'll play with you for a while
and then put you to sleep.
Then for a few days, your parents will look for you.
They'll go to the police.
The police will also investigate for a few days
and then your case file will be closed.
Then for a few days, people will think of you and cry a lot.
They'll say, "Alas, he was such a lovely child."
And slowly, even they will forget.
Nobody gives a damn here.
Then one day, your father will mount your mother
and another Ali will be born.
He will also grow up, play cricket,
and go to buy eggs.
He will also dream of becoming a security guard like his father.
Just like you.
One day, he will also mount his wife
and a couple more Alis will be born.
The only difference will be
that your photo will hang on some wall.
And one day, that will also be dumped in an attic and forgotten.
The end.
Yes, but this story of yours
has a little twist in it.
Your useless life will be used for someone else's good.
Where are you running?
Prem, my child, eat something.
It's just lentils and rice.
I know you like chicken.
I'll cook that tomorrow.
Okay?
What do you gain by upsetting me like this every day?
By fighting with me?
I'm your mother's brother.
Why would I want to harm you?
Okay, do one thing.
You shower and get yourself ready.
Okay?
FRESH MEAT SHOP MUTTON AND CHICKEN
Now it's time to service Uncle.
Here's your service, Uncle!
Yes, I'm totally busy with preparations.
He's coming tomorrow.
I always keep the house clean. Okay?
Yes.
Yes, I'll do that. What else?
Okay, I'll hang up. I need to finish my chores.
Hey, listen.
How did you like the new mattress? Tell me.
Hello?
Damn it.
One should never have to part Even for a moment from his wife
Dear Prem...
- Watching the show tonight, right? - Today's programme has ended.
I get really angry.
They invite such useless people on the show.
I keep calling them, but they never invite me.
They invite idiots.
Honestly, if I get one chance, I'll win at least five million.
That's why they don't invite you, fucker.
They should try me.
What'll you do with the money?
- The same things that the rich do. - The rich?
Why doesn't anyone ask them what they'll do with so much money?
Fresh?
Extremely fresh, sir. Try it.
Fuck off, you crazy psycho.
You're talking nonsense, bastard.
Try eating it once.
I'm leaving. I'll send the money next week. Okay?
Jerk.
Motherfucker.
Buy a new one. What'll you do with so much money anyway?
- Why roam around on this rickety thing? - Move away. Get lost.
Mummy!
My little princess.
If you don't take off your top, how will you look beautiful?
No, I want Mummy.
You should obey Grandpa, right?
I want Mummy.
What's taking you so long?
She won't obey me. She won't get dressed.
Move aside.
You alone are responsible for the little madam's tantrums.
What did I do?
Hurry up, child. All the guests are waiting. Right?
You want to look the most beautiful, right?
My little princess.
Don't keep whining for Mummy.
Mummy's busy.
Now, be a good girl and listen to Granny. Okay?
Little princess.
Let's go and cut our cake.
Wonderful.
Come along now.
Come with Grandpa.
They're all here!
Come on.
What a cake!
My dear little princess. What a cake!
Who'll eat it? Oh, Grandpa?
Feed him!
- Here. - Feed him.
Ballu, my friend, you didn't come to the party? We missed you a lot.
Hello?
Yes, what is it?
And the rest?
Why next week?
Okay, fine.
I'm coming to Delhi tomorrow. We'll talk then.
And listen.
Tell Chumki to come by tomorrow evening. Okay?
Chumki!
Come here a moment, child.
Coming, Papa.
They've turned out beautiful, right?
What's going on with you two?
What's this? Why aren't you dressed yet?
Put all this away. Look at it later.
Hurry up and go get dressed.
The Aarti ritual is at 8:30.
Okay, I'm going.
- Tiklu. - Chintu.
Guddu.
- Babli. - Gudiya.
Kanhaiya.
- Saroj. - Mumpi.
Ali.
MISSING GUDDU
MISSING BABLI
POLICE STATION, SHAHDARA
MISSING: KAUSHAL AGE: 7 YEARS
I can drape a saree better than your mother.
You'll see.
Grandpa was everything to you, right?
Yes, child.
There was nothing that Kalicharan Pandey-ji didn't know.
From maths to household affairs, he knew about everything.
He possessed the radiance of the Great Bear constellation.
He was a very unique person.
Just like a tiger shark.
Wonderful.
If you've finished the Pandey litany, shall we go?
- Yes, let's go. - Come on.
"Drape a saree better than your mother" indeed. Come on.
Alms, please.
- Greetings, sage. - Greetings, lady.
Can this hungry ascetic get some alms?
Of course. Why just a little? You'll receive plenty.
Respected sage...
RAJIV CAMP DUSSEHRA FAIR 2005
What is this, lady?
What is this? Where did this fire come from?
The line...
This is deceit!
The line...
"I am helpless."
Forgive me.
I am helpless.
I curse you, lady.
I cannot tolerate such disrespect.
Sage, please forgive me.
No sage should go hungry from my doorstep.
Forgive me, Lord Ram.
Holy sage, please accept my offerings.
No! Who are you?
You rogue!
Sir, this scene turned out well. Right?
But in trying to woo the public, you chaps are deviating
from the character.
No, sir, I'm following the script verbatim.
I'm following all the cues. He's the one giggling away.
- Sir, I'm just... - Yes.
- It happens. - Pandey, sir.
I am Harisadhan Ghosh.
I came to the police station yesterday with a complaint regarding my daughter.
Yes, of course.
Sir, this is Chumki Ghosh. She's not returned home for four days.
Yes, come to the police station tomorrow.
MISSING CHUMKI
Sir, you say "come tomorrow" to me every day.
Your daughter's missing, right? We'll find her tomorrow.
Can't you see what's going on here right now?
Sir, my daughter is not missing.
Her employer has kidnapped her.
Then go get her from her employer.
Why are you pestering me? Go away.
May I say something, sir?
Don't take it the wrong way.
This is your job.
You get a salary for it.
And whatever you're doing here...
If it was your own daughter, then you'd sympathise.
What did you say? What was that?
How dare you drag my daughter into it?
Hello?
Rascal, I'll beat you up till your face is red and swollen. Got it?
Do you pay my salary? Do you?
Do you give me my salary?
When you people left your village and moved here,
did you ask us first?
When you slept with your wife, did you ask us?
Did you ask us before having a child?
- Sir, calm down. - Hello?
Did you ask us before having a child?
No, right?
So why are you asking now?
This rascal comes every day with the photo to lodge an FIR.
As though the police have nothing better to do.
Lost a suitcase? File an FIR.
Lost a handkerchief? File an FIR.
- But... - There are three people in Rajiv Camp!
And the population is 150,000.
Each of us serves 50,000 people.
You see him? This is Bishnoi.
His mother is fighting cancer.
But his leave application has been denied for six months.
Why?
Because who will manage his quota of 50,000?
You?
Will you manage it?
He is going on the stage!
Yes, this is how we are.
We have no work. We're always caught up in dramas.
You know what? Call whatshisname. Shaktimaan.
Call him.
He'll find your daughter in a jiffy.
Then you'll...
I won't go with that sinner, Ravana.
What was that about? Why did you get so angry?
Don't policemen have personal lives too?
Do you just act like you're in a police station when you see a cop?
Hello, the child has been found. Parents, please come. Thank you.
Where is Vedu?
She's gone to the toilet. She'll be back.
With whom?
With her friends.
Vedu!
Ambulance!
Are you crazy?
Have you lost it?
Hey, you! Stop!
MISSING CHUMKI, TUMPA, ALI
Yes, hello?
Hello?
I just entered the house.
How would I know whose daughter she is?
Hang up now.
Everyone wants to tell me what I should have done.
Hello?
How are you, my love?
Listen, I'm sending some stuff to you.
Just keep it safe. Okay?
Yes.
Okay, I'm hanging up. I have some work to do.
EVERGREEN HITS
Don't touch her.
Who was that?
Did you catch him?
Pandey-ji, I'll tear him to bits.
How dare he touch Vedu?!
How can you protect other kids
when you can't even protect your own?!
You're her father, right? Aren't you?
Go catch him.
Calm down, bhabhi-ji. This is a hospital.
Come to the police station tomorrow. I'll lodge your FIR.
Don't forget to get my Hermès this time.
I'm not going to meet Shalini without it.
I've had enough of her bloody, "We did this and we did that,"
since she's been back from Paris.
Who the fuck does she think she is?
No, blankets are already taken, dear.
Feed him slowly, Radha. What are you doing?
Are you filling a car with petrol?
I think Vivaan's bus is here, so I'll talk to you later.
Bye, Mummy.
- Mummy! - Vivaan!
Green saree and a golden purse.
Entering... the door.
RAJIV CAMP POLICE STATION SUBJECT: CHUMKI GHOSH MISSING
So on the night of October 9th, this rickshaw driver
dropped Chumki off outside B-5.
Yes, sir.
That was Chumki's regular rickshaw.
Okay.
- Pathak? - Yes, sir?
- Just hand me the stamp. - Okay.
Sir, is this a case of business rivalry?
Well, we cannot say anything,
to be quite honest, except the facts.
And the facts are the two masked assailants,
they kidnapped Vivaan Trehan from outside his school bus stop at Geeta colony
at around 7:25 this morning.
And we've launched a state-wide manhunt.
Is Bassi-ji in?
Yes.
Good morning, Bassi-ji.
Okay.
- Would you like to have something? - No, just a glass of water, please.
Prem, bring a glass of water for our guest.
Chilled.
Tell me, sir.
How can I help you?
Sir, Mr Harisadhan Ghosh has lodged an FIR.
- His daughter, Chumki... - Could it be a business rivalry?
Let us focus on the child. Shall we?
- Sir. - Sir!
Do you know him?
- He's my boss. - Jawahar Rastogi?
Sir, water for you.
Your boss and I were in the same college. Same hostel too.
The Home Minister, Mr Yadav's son?
- Mithilesh? - Yes.
He was with us too.
We three were outrageous partners in crime.
You'd be astonished if I told you some of the stories.
Look, Pandey-ji.
My servant, Prem, has already told Mr Ghosh
that Chumki didn't come over that day.
I didn't know about this matter at all, but I got to know about it later.
It's really very sad, I know, but...
I won't be able to help you.
You see, I have to travel a lot for work.
I am only able to stay in Shahdara for a few days.
I see.
That's life.
What is your business, sir?
My business?
Heavy earth-moving equipment
plus transport plus we have some mines.
He's the one who raped my daughter.
Sir, he knows where my daughter is.
What are you doing here? Please leave.
He knows.
You, please leave this place. Go on. Get out.
I won't go!
He has kidnapped my daughter.
He's a filthy man, this Bassi.
He ruined my daughter.
He raped my daughter.
Shut up! Bastard. Punk.
How dare you insult me in my own house?!
He says I raped her?
He himself pimped his daughter for money.
I won't tolerate being insulted by these pimps, Inspector.
Ask him to fuck off!
What is he saying?
You said your daughter worked as a secretary here.
He's fucking with you, Inspector.
She's not a secretary.
She's a call girl.
This fucker is her pimp!
I paid him 30,000 rupees per month and gave his daughter some more.
Ask him.
I bloody took care of their family.
What's this he's saying?
You were pimping your own daughter?
Whatever I did is my concern.
That's no concern of yours. You are a police officer.
It's your job to arrest him. And what are you doing here?
Sitting and having breakfast here?
You punk! Come here!
- You know what it means to be a father? - Sir...
Do you know what it means to be a father? Come here.
- Come on. - I made a big mistake trusting you.
The FIR should have been lodged against you, fucker.
Big mistake.
Listen, I'll find the girl for sure.
But if I ever see you again, you punk...
Get out of here. Get lost.
Yes, Jawahar?
What's with you guys, buddy?
There's this shithead called Inspector Pandey.
He didn't even let me have my breakfast.
Yeah, just talk to him, please. Thank you.
Hello?
Yes, sir. Jai Hind, sir.
No, sir, it's regarding an FIR...
Sir, there are some unresolved questions...
Okay, sir. All right.
Why so emotional, sir?
Who knows where the poor chap's daughter is?
Only someone who's been through the same thing can empathise.
By the way, do you also have a daughter?
Why do you want to know?
No reason, sir.
I also have a six-year-old daughter in my hometown.
I worry about her a lot.
Please keep your daughter safe, sir.
Demons reign in the kingdom of the gods presently, sir.
Go on inside.
Jai Hind, sir.
The police have not been able to make any inroads in the Vivaan Trehan case.
We will keep delivering the news...
The police have confirmed the fact that two masked assailants
kidnapped Vivaan Trehan, son of industrialist Vishal Trehan,
outside their residence at Geeta Colony about 7:25 this morning.
And they have launched a city-wide manhunt.
Stay with us for more updates.
Utkarsh, was that okay? Another take?
Make a list of the teachers too, not just the peons.
Jai Hind, sir.
Welcome, Ram Charan Pandey.
I hope you had no difficulty getting here.
No, sir. Fortunately, I was already headed here.
I have to get a SIM card traced.
SIM card? Why?
Meeting Bassi today wasn't enough for you?
No, sir. A woman, Chumki Ghosh, is missing.
I want to investigate the FIR...
Hold your horses. Just one moment.
Don't spew such refined Hindi, Pandey.
My ears are tired just listening to it.
Can't you speak normally like the common man?
Look, Pandey, we're all busy trying to crack this Vivaan Trehan case.
And you picked today of all days
to go to an innocent's house and badger him?
Are you out of your mind?
Sir, Chumki Ghosh was last seen at Bassi-ji's place.
Chumki Ghosh is a prostitute.
Where are you going with this?
Sir, whatever she is,
she disappeared from Bassi-ji's house.
That rickshaw driver dropped her there last.
So, Balbir had her kidnapped?
No...
Look, it's a migrant settlement.
Kids from there don't go missing.
They sell their kids.
It is their profession.
I told your predecessor the same thing that I'm telling you.
Drop these missing children cases.
You'll get trapped.
It's a dead-end.
Work on a productive case.
Productive case, sir?
Yes.
Like this one!
Productive case. Vivaan Trehan's case.
Real crime. Real culprit.
The whole country is following this case.
Careers are made with such cases, Pandey.
- Tell me something. - Sir?
What's happened to you all of a sudden?
You were fine all these days.
No complaint has been received from Rajiv Camp till today.
Sir, my...
Certain incidents occurred due to which I can no longer keep quiet.
Then don't keep quiet.
Go catch them.
But keep Balbir out of this.
Am I clear?
- Am I clear?! - Yes, sir.
Or else, unfortunately,
our next conversation will be official, Pandey.
Sir, may I come in?
If you remain loyal to me, you will thrive.
Come, let's go.
Today, we have with us the DCP of Shahdara Jawahar Rastogi.
Sir, can you tell us the status of the Vivaan Trehan case investigation?
We have set up a special task force,
and we are leaving no stone unturned to track down Vivaan.
And I would like to reassure the parents of Shahdara.
Please don't worry...
Surely, you're familiar with such scenes.
Tell me, will they get their child back?
They will get everything back.
They're wealthy folk. Right?
Now look, the real Gandhi freed the country.
And the one printed on this currency note will free their son. Right?
Who will free you?
Sir.
Jai Hind, sir.
Sir, shall I call for some tea?
Yes please, spiced with ginger.
Sir, what about Chumki's SIM trace?
Forget the SIM, Pathak.
There is something more complex going on here.
What's up, sir?
What about this rickshaw driver?
Got anything useful from him?
No.
Then set him free.
Fine.
Sir, one moment.
Wow, a new phone?
Sir, it's not mine.
It's this rickshaw driver's phone. Take a look.
Bring it here.
Nice, right?
You son of a gun.
You should have dumped the phone at least.
Pathak, shut the door.
Your auspicious time has come.
So, it wasn't Ghosh but the rickshaw driver who told you all this.
Yes, sir.
So, the rickshaw driver was Chumki's pimp?
No.
Sir, Chumki's pimp was her own father.
This rickshaw driver was only her driver.
Whenever Chumki went to a client, she went with the same rickshaw driver.
That night too, the same rickshaw driver dropped Chumki outside Bassi's house.
Sir, that Bassi used to pay a fixed amount to Chumki's father every month.
And he paid Chumki extra for every night.
That night, the rickshaw driver dropped Chumki off outside Bassi's house,
and when he went there after two hours to pick her up,
Bassi's servant, Prem, opened the door.
He gave the rickshaw driver a mobile phone
and told him to get rid of it at Shahdara Junction
or to throw it into some river,
and that if anyone were to ask about Chumki,
to say that he dropped her off outside Shahdara Railway Station.
Now, this rickshaw driver, the greedy fellow,
held onto the phone.
Moreover, he didn't even bother to change the SIM card.
However, the rickshaw driver is not involved in this.
But Bassi's servant, Prem...
It's pretty evident that he is connected to this.
Sir, all we have to do is arrest him.
Then we will be able to crack this case.
We have already recorded the rickshaw driver's statement.
One moment, Pandey.
Excuse me. Kumar?
Kumar, this is SI Pandey. Pandey, this is Kumar.
Kumar, type a suspension order in the name of SI Pandey.
Since he's already present here, get his signature on it too.
- Sir, please... - What happened?
Why are you worried, Pandey-ji?
You know very well that a police confession has no legal standing.
Right?
Still, in spite of my warning,
you pursued the Bassi angle in this case. Right?
- Sir... - You figured
you could extract a confession
with a pounding and using the third-degree.
Once the servant is caught, then the master will also be ensnared.
Sir, I...
What are you doing here?
Go and type that letter.
Wow, Pandey.
Very well done. Keep it up.
On account of your excellent service,
the police department of this state is truly obliged to you.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Sir...
JAWAHAR RASTOGI
DSP OFFICE
We have him.
We have found Vivaan in just two days.
And this is a record time.
Both kidnappers are in our custody.
And Vivaan is with his family today.
PEACE, SERVICE, JUSTICE
Get going. Otherwise, it'll start to rot.
All right then. I want to get laid so I have to leave.
- See you. - Yes, get going.
Hello, and welcome to your favourite show,
Everyone Will Become a Millionaire!
Today, on the auspicious day of Diwali, on behalf of me and our entire team...
Prem!
...we hope that all your...
Come upstairs, my boy.
...and your loved ones'...
Coming, Papa-ji!
...dreams come true.
Fortunately, Mithilesh fired the Secretary of Urban Development yesterday.
So tell me, how is Sabrin doing?
Go, my boy. Sort it out.
...welcome Mr Arijit Patel.
Really? She's become so naughty?
Can't imagine why on earth he decided to do that.
My God, he's so awful.
I'm serious. Can I take this?
Everybody's so happy that you're rejoining us, sir.
Forget the past.
Let bygones be bygones.
You're back on duty from tomorrow.
Everyone was scared of you, sir.
He could only suspend you. He didn't have the guts to terminate you.
Am I wrong?
Anyway, the new SSP is coming tomorrow.
Sir, you wait and see. You'll command the same respect and regard again.
Rastogi is out. Transferred.
It's not a transfer, Pathak.
It's a promotion.
It's the reward he got for finding that rich kid.
Sir, you were also on track for one.
What happened?
Have you forgotten what happened with Vedu?
No, sir.
Absolutely not, sir.
I carried Vedu to the hospital in my own arms
and you ask if I've forgotten.
Sir.
We should thank that man there.
He was standing there with his ambulance.
He immediately put Vedu in the ambulance and brought her to the hospital.
No paperwork or money needed. We should give him an award.
- That chap? - Yes.
He was the one in the ambulance that day.
Thankfully, he was right there.
That ambulance was parked there specifically for a child, Pathak.
- What? - The siren was already running.
I'll give him such an award, Pathak, that you'll never forget it.
- Now? - Yes, now.
Yes, bhabhi.
Bhabhi, I'm not coming by bus. I'm coming by the four o'clock train.
Mutton? No mutton please, bhabhi.
I've stopped eating non-vegetarian food for a while now.
Okay, bhabhi. Regards, bhabhi.
Who's there?
You forgot the difference between alcohol and medicine?
You shouldn't drink on festivals.
There is a cure for TB now, Shakuntala.
Yes, there is.
Motherfuckers! I'll finish every last one of...
Who are you? I have a train to catch. Let me go.
- We'll chop you to pieces. - Who are you?
Let me go.
- Sir... - Conscious now, Doctor-sahib?
Sir, forgive me. I didn't do anything.
Did I ask you?
You abducted a girl on Dussehra night, right?
Sir, I...
She was my daughter.
- Sir, I didn't do anything. - Rascal, spill it.
Sir, it wasn't me. I was only driving the vehicle.
Ask him, sir. He'll tell you.
- I was driving... - Ask him indeed!
Sir...
Who was it?
I'll tell you, sir. Prem did it, sir. Prem. It wasn't me.
No, sir...
Dinesh?
And this time, please try and not rub anyone the wrong way.
We're getting Delhi,
not Darbhanga.
It's Aruna's boards this year.
I hope at least she comes higher than your ethics.
It's a temporary posting.
Then make it permanent.
Yes, child?
Bye, Papa.
Bye-bye, child. See you soon.
Hello, SP Saikia speaking.
No, Bhupen.
IPS no longer means "Indian Police Service".
It means "In Politicians' Service".
Pandey?
Yes. Pandey.
Did you call me this morning?
Yes, sir.
Oh, I see.
So, you're already getting into your new boss' good books, Pandey?
Then your promotion is certain this time.
Bhupen, I think your Aruna is facing
her tenth board exams this year. Right?
- Yes. - He is an excellent Hindi tutor.
I think he's in a completely wrong line.
But I'm sure...
I'm sure he's going to find out his true calling very soon.
Isn't he, Pandey?
Sir, I even learnt French in the holidays.
Oh, wow.
That means you can bore us in two languages now.
Anyway, Bhupen,
we shall continue our conversation in the headquarters.
Good day.
- Pandey. - Yes, sir.
Please come in.
Yes, Madhav. I need a phone number.
And fast.
Hello? Shravan Kumar?
Jawahar Rastogi speaking.
Yes, Jai Hind.
Shravan Kumar, tell me something.
Do you want to progress in life?
Good. Listen...
Hello? Yes, go ahead, Jawahar.
I'm good. Chilling in the pool.
What?!
Fuck!
Hello?
Yes, greetings, sir.
I see.
Where exactly is the location?
Hold on a moment, please.
Rajbir!
Yogesh! Come here.
Note down the address.
Hello?
Look, Pandey,
in the last thirteen years, I've been transferred ten times.
This duty, force, India, citizen...
I don't care about these things.
I know, sir.
If the system approves it,
then it's right.
If the system doesn't, the same thing is wrong.
Sir, I have also served the very same system all these years.
From now on, I'll serve only my conscience, sir.
Do you know, Pandey?
I was also like this.
Like you.
"Justice comes first."
"Country above self."
Then I realised
that country is something celebrated twice a year.
And when India wins cricket matches.
That's true, sir.
Anyway, this information is reliable, right?
Yes, sir. Absolutely reliable.
Hello! Anyone there?
Man, someone give me water.
Motherfuckers! How long will you keep me here?
Who's there?
Give me water, man!
Please come, sir.
Pathak?
Where is your man?
Sir, he was right here.
Pathak!
Is that him?
Jai Hind, sir.
- Where were you? - Right here, sir.
- Where is he? - Who?
Compounder.
Sir, he's tied up and kept right here. Right?
Yes, go get him.
Yes. I'll get him, sir.
Sir...
Could it be that he's here?
Sir...
Vanished?
Sir...
- Sir... - Pandey. Please, Pandey.
- Sir... - Where did you go?
- Sir, I was hungry. So...
You wouldn't have died if you didn't eat for a day, jerk.
- I'll... - Enough, Pandey.
- Stop this. - He was right here, sir.
Motherfucker...
Now, we'll have to make do with the rickshaw driver's testimony.
I want this Prem character arrested today.
Thank you so much, sir.
Thank you.
I made a mistake, sir.
Sir...
Hello?
Listen, there's some good news.
Looks like this temporary posting
might just become permanent after all.
Hey, mister, where is he?
Sir!
Sir, that night of Dussehra,
I made a mistake abducting your daughter.
I really didn't know or I wouldn't even have dreamed of it.
I swear on my daughter.
Sir, you know what? It was just a coincidence, that's all.
I'll be very careful going forward. Positively.
Please have a seat.
Please sit.
- Prem Singh? - Yes.
I can address you as Prem, right?
Yes, of course. Why not?
This sir knows me very well.
Remember, you came home the other day?
When that Bengali shat bricks in front Papa-ji?
So, Prem,
we will be asking you some questions.
Right now?
Sir.
Right now, it's...
Can't we do this tomorrow, sir?
The thing is, I don't have too much time today.
The thing is, Usha Raghuvanshi has won five million rupees
and she has the opportunity to win ten today.
Nobody has gotten so far this season, sir.
So, I have to get home, then cook my meal,
and only then will I be able to comfortably watch it.
So, sir, if we do this tomorrow, it'll be the best thing.
Besides, tomorrow is a Saturday. So, call me at any time.
Tell me when. Should I come in the morning?
I'll also bring some snacks for you.
Who is this Usha Raghuvanshi?
Our own Usha Raghuvanshi, a school teacher at Haathras.
She still has a lifeline remaining. Imagine that.
The cunt knows the answers to all the questions.
And here I am, uneducated and ignorant,
out in the last round.
So you like the show?
What do you mean, "like"?
Don't you like it?
Don't you want to be a millionaire?
I sure want to become one.
Answer a few questions,
and in return, your entire life will change.
Isn't that amazing?
Okay then, there's a camera installed here too.
You also answer our questions. Then go watch the show.
Okay, if you want to do it now, then start immediately.
Honestly, I don't have a lot of time right now.
What is it? It's 7:20 now.
It'll take me 20-25 minutes to get home.
Then I have chores, like I told you.
Only then can I watch it.
So whatever you want to ask, start right away. Come on.
How's that possible, Pandey?
There are so many questions.
Plus, there's paperwork too.
No, it's not possible.
I'll give you the answers. You just ask away.
But if the answer is wrong...
Then you can detain me here as an honoured guest, mister.
Got it? Now ask your questions.
Otherwise, I'll ring Papa-ji.
Let's do it.
So, Prem...
do you know a woman by the name of Chumki Ghosh?
Yes.
Where is she now?
She is dead.
"She's dead" meaning...?
She's dead meaning she's dead.
I strangled her with my own hands.
Why are you looking there? Ask!
Ask, mister. I don't have time to waste.
Why did you kill her?
Why? Honour. What else?
She assumed that just because I was a servant in someone's house,
she could talk to me contemptuously?
No.
When two people are talking, shouldn't they do so with respect?
I'm showing you respect, right, Pandey-ji?
Am I not?
What happened on the night of October 9th?
I just told you what happened on October 9th!
- In detail. - You want to know in detail? Now?
It's 7:25.
It was nothing really, sir.
I just put that bitch in her place.
So this is what happened. Papa-ji was not at home.
I called her using the pretext of a customer.
Now look,
she'd been flirting with me for days.
And I'm not blind, after all.
When a girl is flirting, I can tell at once.
Yes.
So, I called her using the pretext of a customer.
And I said, "There's a customer who wants to make a deal with you."
"Come as soon as possible."
And she came.
I gave her some tea. Offered her drinks as well.
But would you believe that bitch's attitude?
She said, "No, I don't have time."
"If the customer comes soon, fine. Otherwise, I'm leaving."
Now I was thinking, "That bitch has so much attitude."
"Not even a thank you or anything."
And as she got up to leave,
I grabbed her hand and told her how I felt.
I told her, "Look, Chumki, I know you have an arrangement with Papa-ji."
"You sleep with Papa-ji."
"But I don't have a problem with that."
"And I also know
that you also want to have sex with me."
As soon as I said that,
that bitch started laughing loudly and crudely in my face.
She said, "You pauper, bloody servant, talk according to your status."
I also replied immediately saying,
"Look, you bitch, talk with respect."
"I'm not your father's servant. Right?"
"You do all this for money. Right?"
"Here's some money for you."
That bloody bitch picks up the money, looks at it, and says to me,
"Bloody pauper, for this much,
you can fuck your own arse."
"Fuck your own arse," she says.
That bitch didn't know
what my own maternal uncle used to do to me.
She didn't know!
What became of him?
What? Go on, ask me.
I cut that fucker into little pieces
and fed him to the dogs. Had a few pieces myself.
Now just think,
when I can eat my own uncle's raw liver,
then how could I have let the bitch get away scot-free?
Anyway, Papa-ji's there to handle things if they go awry.
I loved her but that didn't mean I was going to tolerate such disrespect.
I made a decision then and there.
I stood up.
On the pretext of calling the customer, I went behind her.
She was seated on the sofa.
I saw the loose end of her sari draping.
I quietly grasped it
twisted it around her neck, and strangled her.
I held on tightly. It took five-to-seven minutes.
The bitch scratched my face and all, but I didn't let go.
I kept at it.
She died.
So, she died.
Then, when she died, I had sex with her.
Fucked her. Right?
And I thought, "Where's your arrogance now?"
"Where is your sharp tongue?"
"Now tell me to go fuck my own arse."
Sorry, sir, can I have a drink of water?
I'm parched.
Santosh, bring water.
Sorry, sir. I couldn't control myself. I spoke too much.
Please forgive me.
I loved Chumki, you see.
That's why, whenever I talk about her, it hurts.
And I get angry too.
Anyway, forget about the bitch.
Ask me your next question, sir.
What did you do with her corpse?
I had to chop it up. What else?
Uncle was a butcher, so I learned the trade at a young age.
- You chopped up her corpse. - Yes.
And threw it away.
Not just like that.
Let me explain.
You chop the body into pieces.
Then what?
You don't dispose of it casually.
I'm not so ignorant, Pandey-ji.
That's not how it's done.
If you chop up the body and keep it in the house, there will be a stench.
If you throw it in a drain, it bloats and floats in a couple of days.
So, how to be safe?
One needs to be street-smart.
This is not everyone's cup of tea.
Now, if I talk about myself,
you know what I used to do?
I used to take different parts of the body,
like the hand, foot, or other...
...cut into small pieces...
- Hit it. - Get him out!
You tie it up. Right?
But what about the stench?
It starts smelling. Right? The flesh starts rotting.
- Ali, go get the ball. - What does one do about that?
To solve the problem of smell...
- Tiklu. - Chintu.
...tie it tightly...
Guddu.
And dump it in any random drain.
- Babli. - Game over.
Gudiya.
Oh yes, sir! Not you. I mean the head...
How can you protect other kids, when you can't protect your own!
- Saroj. - Mumpi.
Because in five-to-six months, the worms in the earth eat up all the flesh.
Keep your daughter safe, sir.
No problem at all. No identification. Two birds with one stone.
Yeah? You got it, right?
So, you cut up Chumki's corpse and sold it to the compounder.
Her organs.
That bloody bastard compounder.
That bastard talks rubbish, sir.
I loved Chumki. Right?
How could I sell her organs? I sold the organs of others.
There was no point fucking them or consuming their flesh.
So I applied my mind...
and joined this business.
Consuming flesh...
Just a moment. Who were the others?
One moment.
You are both getting confused and confusing me too.
I'm answering one question at a time. Am I not?
- Ask one at a time, please. - Okay, go ahead.
Okay.
Sir, the thing is that after killing Uncle,
I got a taste for human flesh.
I used to crave it.
I needed it every couple of months.
Okay, believe me,
I swear on my daughter, I avoided it for a year.
I tried to quit.
But that craving wouldn't go away.
At some point, I gave in.
You asked, "Who were the others?"
The children whose missing posters have been put up all over the city.
- All of them? - That's what the business was.
- All of them? - Not all. I don't know the exact count.
Okay.
So, you want to know my score?
If you ask about mine... Give me a minute.
My score...
Four already here in Delhi...
Village... in the village... Shukla's daughter and with her...
When I returned...
Ali. Surely, you know Ali.
The boy to whom you gave a reward.
That charming kid, him too.
That's 18 and 4, so 22.
Should be around 22 to 24. Yes.
Ask your next question, sir. What happened?
Forty minutes to go, sir.
Please pick up the pace.
You arsehole, why did you kill the children?
Abducting my daughter...
I didn't abduct your daughter. She's alive, isn't she?
What's the difference between them and my child?
How can you compare our children to them, sir?
There's a huge difference. Like day and night.
Who are these children? The ones you're talking about.
Who are they? Does anyone care about them?
Nobody cares, sir.
You're mistaken.
Will they achieve anything in life?
Can they ever become doctors or engineers?
- Nobody cares about them. - Sit down...
I'm telling you. You're mistaken. Your thinking is wrong.
Nobody cares about them, sir.
What will they do?
They are unwanted children.
They eat, drink, and at most, work as house helps.
Watch TV, have some dreams,
and in the end, die a miserable death.
Believe me.
Now, you tell me.
How is it a sin if we can help someone live using their organs?
At least they'll be useful to someone in the end.
It helps a wife survive, it keeps a family happy,
it helps a kid to go to school.
Am I not right?
Tell me.
And these rich and affluent people who you chaps also bow down to,
they also use these lowlifes.
Don't they?
There are four people in the family but they employ ten servants.
Think about it. Why doesn't anyone question them?
Are we responsible for everything?
There are too many of these lowlifes, sir.
No one minds if a few of them don't live.
I've given them salvation. Redemption.
Next question, please.
Was your boss, Balbir Singh Bassi,
also involved in all this?
No. Not this. Ask something else.
Ask me something else. Next question.
Only five minutes to go. It's about to begin. Sir!
Is anyone there?
Or is everyone dead? Motherfuckers!
It's begun. I told you it would begin soon.
- Hey, you! Bloody motherfucker! - Next question for ten million.
Where were you, sir? I've been screaming at the top of my lungs.
It's begun. Usha-ji is participating. She's about to win. I told you.
But you wanted to do it today.
Open the cell. Come on, I have to go home.
...of Eastern Religion and Ethics...
What happened?
...at Oxford University in 1936...
Hey, you! Motherfucker, are you deaf?
Rascal, don't mess with me. I'll chop you into pieces.
- Open this cell. Open it! - Option one. S. Radhakrishnan.
Option two...
B.R. Ambedkar.
Option three...
C. Rajagopalachari.
Scoundrel.
And option four...
Maulala Abul Kalam Azad.
Sir, option one. S. Radhakrishnan.
No need to get nervous.
This is the right answer!
- I won! - And you have won ten million rupees!
You're digging up the wrong place.
Come on.
You won't find anything there. Do it further ahead.
What useless people.
- Hey, you! - Come on.
Sir, he's digging up the wrong spot.
It's the wrong spot. Believe me.
- Where should it be? - Here, sir.
There, further. I have been saying so but no one's listening.
A bit further ahead.
I've been telling you for so long. Further ahead.
I buried it here, sir. I remember very well.
It's Prem Singh's handiwork. You won't find it so easily, sir.
Right here.
Yes. Here it is, sir. Here.
Didn't I tell you to dig a bit further ahead? Nobody listens.
Sahoo-ji...
Can you see it?
- Yes, okay. - I've been saying all this time.
There must be more inside.
Yes.
This is also here.
Yes.
I found it, sir.
Got something.
Looks like it.
All right.
Here.
I buried her here.
Here. Found it!
Found it, sir.
Chumki. Chumki's purse.
Are you convinced now?
CAPITAL PUNISHMENT FOR THE KILLER
In this place, the corpses and skeletons of at least 25 children have been found.
But the local police have not done anything so far.
Yes, Mithilesh?
- It appears that Balbir Singh Bassi's... - Are you watching the news on TV?
What's to be done?
...servant, Prem, was involved and he killed the children.
- MISSING - WE WANT JUSTICE
Balbir Singh Bassi.
BREAKING NEWS: BALBIR SINGH BASSI ARRESTED.
A crime that will shake you.
Children are being sacrificed.
There's panic all around.
My child!
Actually, this man
is a shape-shifting vampire
who can go to any extent
to hide his impotence.
Impotence!
So, this is the secret of this man-eater.
Yes, get right on it.
I want a status report within half an hour.
It's not important that you examine the matter, Ahluwalia!
I have spoken to Dad.
I need suspensions!
Do you understand this?
And Commissioner-sahib,
all actions will be routed through Jawahar from now on.
Am I clear?
Yes.
Jai Hind.
So, consequently, two previous sub-inspectors,
and the current sub-inspector, Ram Charan Pandey,
are with immediate effect being dismissed from service.
And the acting SP of Shahdara, Mr Bhupen Saikia,
is being instated as DCP Shahdara.
- Sir... - Sir...
Here, Bassi-sahib, please have some.
Bassi-sahib, justice can be delayed, not denied.
This matter will settle down in a few days.
Until then, you are our most welcome guest.
Wasn't he supposed to come at ten?
Yes, sir. Let me check.
Hello? Yes, Jai Hind.
What happened to that IBI team?
I see. They're here?
They've arrived, sir.
Please come, sir.
Good morning, Mr Bassi.
Jawahar Rastogi, IBI.
Okay, what do you want to watch?
- Fashion. - Fashion TV? Let me put that on.
...Shahdara massacre...
- Papa! Not now! - One moment, child.
...IBI Chief Jawahar Rastogi said...
Based on the investigation done so far,
only Prem Singh is emerging as the main accused.
The accusations against Balbir Singh Bassi seem baseless from many angles.
The IBI has filed a new charge sheet with our observations.
But I can tell you more about that only after the hearing.
So, sir, could you give us more details about Prem?
Yes, of course. Prem Singh...
Hello, Pandey. How are you?
How I can help?
Sir, I have a request.
Tell me.
Sir, can I meet Prem?
How are you, sir?
Sit down.
Oh, yes.
What have you named your son?
I've named him Neev, sir.
Do you speak to your family?
- Family? - Yes.
I haven't been able to speak with them for a while now.
Last month, there was a storm.
Mobile towers got damaged.
There are no roads in the village.
There are frequent power outages.
There's one telephone booth but one can never get connected.
Okay, tell me something.
Where have you stashed the money earned from the organ trade?
I mean, I don't care where you keep it.
But how did you send it home?
There was an arrangement.
What arrangement?
I would send it in instalments. Through a courier.
What kind of courier service is this?
I can't even get a money order to work.
Then I'll have to connect you to Chote Lal, sir.
The best courier service in the world.
Chote Lal, right?
- The compounder from New Life? - Yes, the compounder.
Yes, him. You do know him. The very same.
We had abducted him.
First, we abducted him. Then someone else spirited him away from there.
Meaning?
Meaning
that your money did not reach home.
Stop it.
What do you mean?
You're lying. Right?
You're lying. I know it.
Here, speak to your wife.
How should I? I just told you.
Towers are down. I can't connect.
You're lying. I know it.
It's a trick by the police. I know it. Yes.
Uncuff me.
- Uncuff me, sir. I need to go home. - Wait.
Hey, you! Uncuff me!
- Sit back down. - Uncuff me, sir. I have to go...
- Sit down. - Okay, I'll fall at your feet and beg.
Now, please let me go.
Uncuff me, sir.
I have to go home. My family is alone. I have to go to them.
Nobody can get you out of here now. Forget it.
Papa-ji will bail me out. Okay?
- Papa-ji? - Yes.
Your Papa-ji has pinned all the blame on you.
He says, "Prem did it all."
"I used to be out on business trips."
"What he used to do in the house, God alone knows."
Kidnapping children, raping them, he says you did it all.
He has put the blame on you. Go watch all the news channels.
People abhor you. People in your village are crying.
Look, listen to me.
I know your Papa-ji is involved in this.
Bassi is involved, right?
Hello? Look here.
He's involved. Right?
Wasn't he, Prem?
My friend, you are done for.
But he'll get off scot-free.
You alone will be punished.
Wasn't he involved?
At least speak the truth now, you fool.
Evergreen Hits.
It's not 160, it's 108.
It's 108, buddy. Where are you?
Raise your hand.
- Sir, I was... - Hello?
- Greetings, sir. That 128... - Where were you? What is this?
It's 108.
Did you bring it? Take it out.
Yes, here's the laptop that you asked for, sir.
Here you go. And this is the charger.
- Anything else? - Yes, the headphones...
Is the laptop charged?
- Yes, sir. It's fully charged. - Okay.
Sir...
What's going on? Laptop? Going somewhere?
Have you found something? Shall I come along?
I'll be back tomorrow. I'll tell you everything then.
Why are you getting involved in all this mess again, sir?
Don't get into any trouble, sir.
Buddy, you are 100% correct.
But Mr Kalicharan Pandey...
How will I face him?
Sir...
If I do a half-baked job...
Sir, stop messing around.
Listen to me. Be vigilant, sir.
I'll be back tomorrow. Bye.
If you need anything, please call. My phone will remain on.
Okay, you can go now.
Are you Prem Singh's wife?
Jyoti?
Yes.
EVERGREEN HITS
What's in it?
Can I have a cup of tea?
- Yes. - Okay.
Prem!
Sir, what all these people are saying...
did Prem-ji really do it?
The matter is currently in court.
So I can't comment on it now.
But how can any human being do such things?
Sir...
Bhai-sahib, I can't find any transport here.
Can you drop me off at the bus stop?
- Sure, get in. - Thank you.
Yogesh, go sit in the back.
In the front?
Thank you.
- Shall we? - Sure.
I've been standing there for an hour. Nobody stopped for me.
A family of wrestlers, eh?
Yes, sir.
You have a sharp eye.
Oh, come on now.
What do you do for a living?
Work...
- I'm looking for work currently. - I see.
You'll find a job. Definitely.
Jobs come and go.
I guess.
Where are you all headed?
We've been wandering around for the last two hours.
I see.
Can't find the address at all.
I see.
Wow. What a coincidence.
You lost your way and I got a ride.
By the way, where are you headed?
Maybe I can help if you have an address.
Yogesh...
Please show him the address.
Let's see.
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Wow, sir. You look dashing here. Just like a hero.
Yes, sure. But the photo is too small.
I'll make it larger, sir. Just say the word.
That's all right, sir. But it's full of typos, Manoranjan Kumar.
Ranjan Kumar, sir.
- Okay, fine. Fix that too. - Okay, sir.
- But the photo should be larger. - Okay, sir.
Mine too. Both of us should be visible.
Are you worth it?
Pathak, buddy...
Sorry.
Sir.
- You get back to work. - Yes, sir.
How many times do I tell you to ask the sweeper to mop with phenyl?
Answer me!
Sir, I'm sorry. Let's fire her, sir.
She doesn't even come on time.
I don't care.
Arrange for some tea and snacks.
Go on, get to work.
Okay, sir.
BISHNOI
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Subtitle translation by: Neena Kiss