Sir, this is Guddu's phone. We found it in the garage last night.
Buddy...
-this is evidence, right? -Yes, Sir.
Don't you know you're supposed to pack it in a plastic bag?
This is ridiculous!
Sir, I'll be mindful going forward. Sir.
How do we make this work?
Your full name?
-Your full name? -Pawan Gulati.
You're also known as Guddu?
Am I getting a lawyer or not?
You shot a police officer. You don't get anything.
Ma'am, I didn't shoot him! He was pointing the gun at my face!
Ma'am, I didn't shoot.
I mean, I was nervous. I didn't mean to shoot him...
Are you saying you wouldn't have shot him if you weren't nervous?
It's not like I killed anyone! Stop hitting me! Are you insane?
What did you say, fucker? Say that again!
Did it not meet your high standards for murder? Motherfucker!
And what about them?
You didn't murder them either? Look closely.
What's wrong? Are you feeling squeamish?
Didn't you feel anything while bludgeoning their heads?
Didn't you feel sick then?
I'm really sorry for whatever happened! But I didn't do anything.
-I swear I didn't do anything! -Fucker...
I'm begging you. Please forgive me!
The jewelry you had your grandma sell has been linked to the murder.
Your grandma is in custody too.
You can't do that! She's a senior citizen. You...
Asshole! And who are they?
Are they not senior citizens? Answer me, fucker!
We'll get the evidence from your call records anyway.
Please believe me, I didn't do anything. I...
Tell me the names of your gang members.
-Tell me their names. -I'm telling you, I haven't done anything.
-He won't budge. -I haven't done anything...
-Sir, I didn't do anything... -Tell us.
-You didn't do anything? -Tell me their names.
You didn't do anything? Asshole!
Fess up! Now!
Guddu, tell me their names!
-Good morning, Sir. -Good morning.
Come, sit. It's super urgent. Let's get to it.
Look at this phone.
You need to fix it and get it working. It's very important.
This is a mobile phone? It's not possible, Sir.
The motherboard is completely broken.
Look, Umesh, don't say no to me.
Retrieve whatever data you can.
Contacts, messages, images, or whatever you can. Just don't say no.
-Please believe me... -Tell me.
Y'all couldn't control yourselves?
He shot Bhupendra Sir, Madam Sir.
I want to kill him too, but I can't.
Madam Sir, permission to speak freely.
You can't always control your anger.
So, hitting Guddu helped?
Did he say anything?
No.
Not yet.
DCP Vartika Chaturvedi.
I'm the only one who stands between you and these people.
You can either tell me the truth or they will get it out of you.
I haven't done anything, Ma'am. They're beating me up for no reason.
-I didn't do any... -As per IPC 302, 303 and 304,
the punishment for murder is death by hanging.
-Yes, Madam Sir. -Charge him.
Ma'am... please listen to me.
I didn't do anything. They did everything, not me.
Who are you talking about?
How many people in the gang?
We are a group of four people.
Give me their names.
Thermal, Babloo, and Karishma.
Karishma?
Karishma and Babloo are an item.
Did Karishma work at a beauty parlor?
Yes, she was one of those hip types.
But she worked at a beauty parlor?
Yes.
Madam Sir...
Ma'am, listen to me. I didn't do anything.
-Ma'am, I... -Hey! Quiet.
Not a word.
Madam Sir, a girl named Karishma worked at Raasa Beauty Parlour,
who attended to Mrs. Arora.
-Do we have a number? -Yes.
Get the details.
Jairaj.
-Madam Sir. -What's the update on his phone?
I'll check on it right away.
-Hello, Anju? -Yes, Madam?
You told me that a girl named Karishma worked at your parlor.
-That's right. -What's her full name?
Karishma Solanki.
Do you happen to have her address?
I don't have her address, just her phone number.
Okay. Any photos?
He's quite a flashy guy, Sir.
Flashy? He looks like a fucking pervert.
-He does look like a perv. -Go back.
Check this one. The one with the cards.
-This one? -Yes.
-Any other photos like this? -No, this is the only one.
Print it.
Sir, we found an address.
If they catch us...
what will you do with all the money?
You need to keep a cool head.
What are you looking for?
-What are you looking for? -The money.
I can't find it anywhere.
It was right here. Look again.
Check here.
I've checked everywhere.
It's not here.
Why don't you ask your girlfriend?
Maybe she has seen it.
Karishma!
Yes?
He can't find the money. Have you seen it?
Has anyone seen it?
Is there a fourth person here?
Did the income tax department come for the money?
Did someone come over?
The space for the beauty parlor was about to go off the market.
So, I used the money to make a down payment.
Beauty p...
But it had Thermal and Guddu's share as well.
Guddu?
He isn't answering our calls since last night! You want to pay him?
All right, fuck Guddu! What about my money?
We'll just adjust the amount after the next score.
-The next score? -Yeah.
What next score?
Do you know how close we cut it last night?
We could have been in jail right now!
I told you last night that I don't want to take more risks.
Divvy up the cash and go. Come on.
All the cash is gone.
I did all the work.
Who got the beauty parlor contacts? I did!
-It's years of my work! -Fucking bitch.
Really?
Then why didn't you just do everything yourself?
You could have driven the car yourself, been on the lookout,
and sold the jewelry yourself!
You could've hired a bunch of menial laborers as your gang.
Menial laborers would've done a better job than this shitty team.
Whatever you've got until now is more than enough.
I'll deal with what comes later.
I'll deal with it first. Understand?
Give me the address. I'm getting the money back.
-No. -Karishma, give me the address.
No, I won't.
I swear I will kill you. Understand?
And you can forget about your share.
She won't tell us this way, Uncle.
Don't you want your share?
You are a psycho, right? You enjoy this, don't you?
Just let me open the parlor. I will return all the money I owe you.
What the hell are you going to do with a parlor?
You already have money!
I'll crack open your skull, I swear.
Get it? Give me the address.
-Tell me. -Stop...
845F, GK2.
Why don't we just kill her?
And what will you do with the body?
-Come on, let's get the money. -What about Guddu?
Guddu can suck my dick.
-Where is it? -In that lane.
-Which one? -Over there.
There.
-Here? -Here.
It's the second door.
-The one that's open? -Yes, that one.
Go straight in, it's the room right across.
Wait here. Don't go anywhere.
And be quiet.
Fucking hell. It's them.
You go there, I'll go this way.
-Rebha? -Papa...
How are you feeling?
Where is your mother?
I sent her home to get some rest. Should I call her?
Sit with me.
Child... you know the shrine at home?
Right next to it, in the cupboard behind the Lord Shiva calendar,
is a file.
The file contains...
all my investment and life insurance documents.
-So, just... -Dad, please. Don't say such things.
Nothing's going to happen to you.
I hope you're not mad at me anymore.
Dad, please let that go.
I should have asked you.
I'm sorry, my child.
Papa, please don't apologize.
In fact, I'm sorry.
I know how much you worry about us.
But, Papa, it's just that...
I need some time.
What's going on here?
Move! Back away, everyone!
Back away.
-Come on. -Back away!
This is unbelievable, Madam. The hunter becomes the hunted.
Looks like they fought amongst themselves and things went south.
Something's very strange about this.
This is the landlord, Madam Sir.
At your service, Madam.
I'm sure you have lease agreements with your tenants.
-Of course, I have them. -Show it to me.
They'll be somewhere at home. I'll have to rummage for them a bit.
Don't get smart with me.
Didn't you know they had criminal records?
No, I didn't know...
Long live India, Madam!
Karishma Solanki's phone number is registered in the name of a Lata Kumari.
She also has a juvenile custody record in Ghaziabad.
Guddu has identified her from the photographs as well.
She has a home in Ghaziabad.
-Get me the address. -Okay.
Long live India, Madam Sir!
-Exits marked? -Marked and blocked, Madam Sir.
Hey...
What are you doing?
-Sudhir! -Yes, Ma'am!
-Hey, fucker! -What have I done?
Where's Lata Kumari? Tell me!
-What have I done? -Just answer my question, fucker!
Does Lata Kumari live here?
What's happening, Dad?
Do you know her?
Lata Solanki.
She doesn't live here.
Who are you?
Vartika Chaturvedi. DCP South District.
-And you? -Prakash Solanki.
That's my wife.
Where is she?
Who knows!
Bitch must be humping a post somewhere.
Is Lata his mother?
Look, buddy...
if you're hiding anything from us, you'll become an accomplice.
I have nothing to hide, Sir.
She made a public spectacle of me before leaving.
What did the tramp do now?
-Hey... -Relax. She's just taking him inside.
She has committed murder.
The Delhi Police is looking for her.
Why did she leave you?
What transpired?
Six months ago... she left me.
Was she having an affair?
I don't know what to tell you, Sir. She was always up to something.
Her dreams were bigger than the life she was living.
Did she work at a beauty parlor?
Yes... in Raj Nagar.
Behind the Bata showroom.
Name?
Karishma Beauty Parlour.
Look, if you have any information about her...
just tell us. It's the only safe thing to do.
Sir, I swear I don't...
Madam Sir, something is fishy.
A mother would never leave her child.
I don't think she's coming back. Ask Neeti to meet us at the parlor.
-Long live India, Madam. -Long live India.
We've been waiting for you.
Madam Sir, we're getting details from Prakash Solanki's call records.
Long live India, Madam Sir!
Come.
-Who's the owner here? -Yes, Ma'am, how can I help you?
Vartika Chaturvedi, DCP, South District.
What is it, Ma'am? Please have a seat.
-Would you like tea or coffee? -Please take a seat.
Yes, Ma'am.
Lata Kumari... I mean Lata Solanki.
We have some questions about her.
Yes, Ma'am. Lata used to work here.
But she left six months ago.
Why did she quit?
Maybe she got a better job. It's very common in this line of work.
Does she know Lata Kumari?
No, Ma'am. She just joined a week ago.
Were you two close?
Well, Ma'am, I treat all my employees well, with love.
But it's strictly professional.
She ran away from Ghaziabad six months ago.
-Didn't she tell you anything? -No, Ma'am.
She has assumed a new identity in Delhi.
-She's using your name. -What?
To be honest, Ma'am, these girls really look up to me.
Especially Lata.
She would always ask me personal questions.
And she would also imitate my style.
Take the number.
Number, please.
She has just vanished.
We're just gonna have to rework with the pieces we have.
Let's... just step back.
Madam Sir, I have to go home.
Yeah, okay. I have to re-strategize anyway.
I'll call you.
Namaste, Mummyji.
Are you done packing?
-Let me help. -No need.
Anyway, I'm going back to base.
But your train doesn't leave till much later.
-What are you doing? -Why are you playing nice?
You have barely any time for me. So, why bother?
Do you know what my family and friends say about you?
That you have no respect for me.
But that's not what you think, right?
-That's all I care about... -Enough, Neeti!
How much more are you going to embarrass us?
I feel ashamed.
Do you feel ashamed when you have to report for duty?
Why are you ashamed if I do my job?
And if you are ashamed of it, then you deserve it.
Really?
I came home for two weeks. How much time did you spend with me?
-Well, the case... -Of course, the case!
The case is your favorite excuse!
You couldn't have taken one day off?
No.
Why did you get married?
I made a mistake.
-You did what? -I made a mistake!
If you wanted a housewife, you should have married someone else!
I'm a police officer! I can't stop going to work and let people die!
There are other police officers who do what you do!
They manage their homes as well!
-I've been managing this house as well! -You're not the only one!
It's like I have two jobs, serving in the police and serving your family!
And in the process, our relationship has been torn to shreds!
Long live India, Madam.
-What is this Bhupendra? -I'm fine, Madam.
-Really? -Yes, I'm absolutely fine.
...two gang members have been found dead.
The third member of the gang has been arrested by the Delhi Police.
According to the reports,
this gang tends to break into the posh houses of Delhi,
kills the family living there, and carries out robberies.
The people of Delhi are...
Madam, why did you...
give all the information to the media?
I shouldn't have?
No, I mean, we usually give out such information after solving a case.
People are being murdered in our city, Bhupendra.
We can't let that keep happening.
Jairaj was here, he filled me in.
He gave me all the updates.
She's so sharp. She didn't leave a trace.
Madam...
they always leave a trace. Even the tiniest one.
She must have taken all the money after murdering her gang members.
A girl on her own in the city, with that much money on her is...
Where could she have run?
Exactly, Madam. Where could she have run?
The crimes were committed with a decent amount of planning.
But...
murdering her accomplices...
I don't think there was any planning involved there.
She planned this well.
She left her husband and her kid.
She wants good things in life and she wants it fast.
And she'll go to any lengths to get it.
I don't think she has run away.
You know, sometimes...
in order to survive, it's easier to hide...
than to run.
Where could she be hiding? We need to figure that out.
-Ashutosh. -Long live India, Madam Sir!
-Do we have Lata's call records? -I checked each number, Madam.
Other than Babloo and Thermal, she called a laundry guy and four restaurants.
-No one else? -No, Ma'am.
Okay.
Check... check the time of the calls made in the day.
Most calls were made
between ten and eleven o'clock in the morning.
Babloo and Thermal also called the laundry guy at the same time every day.
And the restaurants?
Madam... what are we looking for exactly? It can help narrow my search down.
Odd times that the calls were made at.
All right, I'll check.
One minute, Madam.
Madam Sir, out of these four restaurants...
there are calls made to one restaurant...
at 5:55 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and 6:18 a.m. on the same day.
Who gets takeout that early in the morning?
And the weird thing is that...
this call was made exactly a day after the first murder took place.
Call the restaurant guy to the station.
Sure, Ma'am. Long live India.
Thank you.
Sir, Sangam Vihar.
Sangam Vihar?
Did you check properly? It should be Madangir.
Sir, machines don't lie. Humans do.
1302, Yogesh Kumar, Sangam Vihar.
He could be working in Madangir, but he lives in Sangam Vihar.
-Get another copy. -Okay, Sir.
Two members of the Kaccha-Baniyan gang
were found dead in an apartment at Madangir.
The third member of the gang has been taken into custody by the Delhi Police,
while the fourth one is still on the run.
If anyone of you has any information or lead
related to this case or the gang,
make sure to inform the Delhi Police.
Excuse me. Where's 1302?
-Up ahead, Sir. -Further ahead?
-Yes, Sir. -All right.
Please come along with me.
Yogesh?
Yes?
-You run a joint in Madangir? -No.
-Let's go to the station. -What's wrong?
What's wrong? What are you doing?
-You're fucked, man! -What is the matter, Sir?
What are you doing here?
Madam Sir, Subhash gave me the information...
about that restaurant guy...
He has been found. His name is Yogesh.
Subhash is bringing him in. He'll be here soon.
Are you okay?
Yes, Madam Sir.
What's wrong?
Domestic problems, Madam Sir.
Do you want to talk about it?
If you need anything, I'm right here.
Thank you, Madam Sir.
Madam Sir, Subhash Sir is back.
-Lata Solanki. -I don't know who that is.
-Should I remind you? -Subhash.
Lata Solanki.
We get a lot of food orders on this phone number.
And, Ma'am, this is the number printed on the takeout menu...
There was a call made to your number at 5:55 a.m.,
and then two calls within half an hour of each other.
All that for a food delivery?
What restaurant opens for business that early in the morning?
-You think we're dumbfucks? -Ma'am...
Tell us the truth, or you'll go to prison for a long time.
Why would I go to prison? I just tried to help someone...
Is she a friend of yours?
No, Ma'am. She was the one being overfriendly.
She wanted to rent a house for her relatives for a few days...
but she didn't have an ID and the required documents.
So, you just gave her the place without them?
Ma'am, she kept calling incessantly.
She was worried about her family not having shelter in the cold.
So, I helped her out. I just took her there, that's it.
-Where did you take her? -Lambi Gali, Subhash Nagar.
She paid the full amount in cash, Ma'am.
She looked respectable. I had no idea she was a criminal...
Give me the address.
Lane no. 12, B/112.
Ma'am... please let me go.
-Ma'am... -Will you testify in court?
I'll do whatever you say.
All right. Come on.
-Where, Ma'am? -You're going for a ride.
Madam Sir.
Subhash Nagar is from here up till that roundabout.
We've identified the lane. It has three exit points.
Both of you lock down all the entries and exits with your teams.
-Sudhir, Neeti, you two will come with me. -Yes, Madam Sir.
-Yes, Madam. -She's not expecting us. But be careful.
All your phones on silent.
No one will talk over the wireless, and nobody will fire. Got it?
-Yes, Madam Sir. -All the best.
Thank you, Madam Sir.
You heard that. Phones on silent.
Who's that?
Stop!
Get down.
-I didn't do anything, Madam. -Shut up!
-I didn't do anything, Madam... -Shut up!
-I didn't do anything... -Move.
Why did you do it?
I didn't do anything.
Why did you do it?
I haven't done anything, Madam.
Why?
If I didn't kill them, they would have killed me.
Babloo and Thermal.
I did it to defend myself.
I had to.
What about Mrs. Romila Arora and Mrs. Monga?
I didn't kill them.
I already told you who I killed.
Why don't you understand my situation, Madam?
-Help me, please... -What a load of rubbish!
-What did you say? -Stop talking shit.
This is...
"Rubbish."
"Shit."
Why do people always talk down to me?
I'm not shit, Madam.
And I don't talk rubbish.
You can't just shove me to the side by swatting me away.
What is mine is mine by right.
Madam, I always ask nicely.
I was really nice to Romila Madam as well.
I took good care of her.
I trusted her and I thought she valued my work ethic.
She told me she would give me money to open my parlor.
One day, when she came in for a haircut...
I said, "Madam...
I have seen a great space for the parlor."
And she replied...
"Don't talk shit."
"Just focus on your job."
If she didn't want to help, why did she promise me she would?
Madam...
I want a good life, just like yours.
That's why I left home.
I want to own things.
I don't want to be confined to the kitchen.
And your child?
What?
What about your child?
I didn't want a child in the first place.
Not like anybody asked me.
If you're so concerned, feel free to adopt him.
So, you're willing to kill for money?
You don't see where they went wrong, right?
They killed my dreams. What about that?
This is Delhi, Madam. What you don't get by asking...
you take by snatching.
That's the only way.
The women's lockup is ready, Madam Sir.
Have you informed the magistrate?
Yes, Madam Sir. The statement will be recorded first thing in the morning.
There won't be any resistance.
Hello, Vartika?
Anita, we have the culprit in our custody. It's a woman.
A woman?
Who is she? Why did she do this?
She was your mother's beautician
at the parlor your mother used to frequent.
Unfortunately, we seldom understand why people commit these kinds of crimes.
The criminals can't explain it when we ask.
It haunts us.
But there are no answers in the eyes of a killer.
-Madam! -Excuse me, madam!
-The case is... -What is the police going to do?
-Give us some information. -Please settle down.
Settle down, everyone. Please.
We're glad to tell you that we've solved the crime.
We had four accused.
Out of which, we found the dead bodies of two in an apartment,
and two of them are in custody.
Once we have a statement from the culprit, we shall release it to the media.
-Thank you. -Madam, could you tell us more?
Congratulations, Madam Sir.
-Yes, Sir. -I saw the news.
Well done.
Thank you, Sir.
I have some news myself.
The Ministry has promoted you to DIG.
Okay.
With the promotion, there's a transfer, too.
Somewhere remote.
You know what they say...
"Courage comes at a price."
Sir.