The Delhi Police has enough evidence to prove
that the two suspects are neither associated with the Kaccha-Baniyan gang...
...nor have they committed these crimes.
A dark day for Delhi as the gruesome tribal gang case remains unsolved
due to the negligence of Delhi Police.
The public anger rages, as the two tribal suspects
have been released by DCP Vartika Chaturvedi.
It's only a matter of time until the tribal gang attacks again.
The question that arises is:
"Can we depend on the police for our safety?"
What do I tell my superiors, Vartika?
I gave you a direct order!
For the first time, I'm embarrassed.
Never mind that I trusted you and you broke my trust.
I'm sorry, Sir, but I had to pick a side.
And you chose the criminal's side?
No, I chose the right side.
Sir, I know you can take this case away from me and suspend me.
But I promise you I will solve this case with ample proof.
I have protected you so far. I can't anymore.
There's a committee sitting somewhere deciding what to do with you.
You're on borrowed time.
Then I must take your leave, Sir, and make the most of it.
Sir, I can't find the other list.
Builders cut corners these days.
Madam is here.
Madam Sir.
After working with you all these years, I have learnt a whole lot.
Professionally as well as personally.
I just wanted to say that you...
never treated us like your juniors, you treated us like family.
We are all with you. Wherever you go, we will...
Subhash, I'm not going anywhere.
Didn't I tell you?
Madam Sir, he got everybody worked up about this.
He even ordered a cake for your farewell!
Then bring the cake.
But let's get back to the case.
So, what do we have?
Madam Sir, we have a lead
related to the stolen jewelry from the Arora house.
We have an informer, Jagat Bisht.
He called. Sudhir and I are following up on it.
That's great.
This is a smart gang.
The crimes they are committing aren't haphazard.
In fact, the victims they're picking up...
they're not doing this randomly.
The Aroras, Menons, Mongas, Chandoks...
they all have to have a common link.
We need to look for that link.
This is not a DNT Kaccha-Baniyan gang.
We can say that for certain.
It looks like a copycat gang, Madam.
And if they've seen the news,
and they know that we've released the DNT suspects,
and the investigation is now going in a different direction...
they will not pull a job like this again
if they're half as smart as we think they are.
If they don't pull a job, they won't make a mistake.
But what is the guarantee that they haven't already made mistake?
Maybe we're not looking hard enough.
Let's start all over again and try and see what mistakes they must have made.
Yes, Madam.
-Yes. -Let's do this.
-Hey, hand me that. -Autopsy and forensic reports, please.
Let's make a list.
-Here's the autopsy report. -All the evidence as well...
Did a Mrs. Romila Arora visit this salon?
Yes, she was a regular customer.
Suhani did her manicures and pedicures.
Karishma and I always attended to her.
After Karishma quit, Ritu and I attended to her.
Why did Karishma quit?
She's not the only one. There were three other girls who quit.
-It's quite common in our field. -I see.
Madam, this is the one. You can have a look. Okay?
-This one? -Yes.
-The whole thing? -That's right.
-Okay. -You have a look. I'll wait downstairs.
Hello? How much is the down payment?
-Kohinoor? -Yes, Kohinoor.
It's just around the corner. There he is.
Jagat is your go-to guy when you want to get some shady shit done.
Undoubtedly! He's a veteran.
-What's the word, brother? -All good, brother.
Long time no see.
-I haven't been home in two days, man. -I see.
Are you sure it's the same locket?
It matches up with the photo. I'll leave the rest to you.
Hello.
So, tell us. What's the story?
Goldie here was manning the counter, Sir.
I was at the temple.
She was an old lady. The locket was quite weighty.
She was selling it for a bargain.
When Jagat came in to show us the photos, I was terrified.
Show it to me.
-Looks like it. -Yep, that's the one.
Did the lady say anything?
Sir, she said it was a family heirloom,
and she was selling it out of desperation.
Really?
Do you buy stuff from anyone who walks in?
-No... -Sir,
lots of old folks come in here to sell old jewelry.
No one asks questions these days.
We've been in this business for more than 30 years now.
Jagat knows us well. You can ask him.
Sure. Transfer the CCTV footage to this drive.
Do it.
Would you like anything to drink?
-Some juice would be nice. -Order two glasses of juice.
-Pomegranate juice. -Sure.
-What are you doing? -Are you hungry?
There you go.
There's the thief.
A female thief, and a senior citizen at that.
Take a picture.
My phone camera is crappy. You should use yours.
You know, this is the best camera phone you can buy at this price range.
I'll wrap this up too.
Are we done?
-Shall we go? -Let's go.
Jairaj.
Yes, Jairaj?
Sir, it was an old lady, aged around 70, who sold the locket.
Old lady?
How could an old lady do all this?
-Are you sure? -Yes, Sir. I saw it with my own eyes.
Check other jewelry shops. She might have tried others.
Okay, Sir, I'll check.
-Good job, Jairaj. -Thank you, Sir.
You check that side. I'll go over there.
Sir, take a look at this.
Has this lady ever come here to sell jewelry?
No, she hasn't.
-Look carefully. -No.
Delhi Police.
We can only waive the cost of labor, Sir.
Buddy, I'm not here to get jewelry made.
Has this old lady been here to sell jewelry?
No, Sir.
Sudhir, I found something. I'll send you the address. Okay.
This is everything she sold us.
Has she come here before?
No, Sir. It was the first time she'd been here.
You know how it is with gold.
Buy it, melt it and sell it as something new.
Well, you can't melt this.
It's police property now.
Sir, I'll take a big loss.
Loss?
Do you know how much you're helping us?
This is a huge case.
-Is there a problem? -No, Sir.
There's no problem. Is there anything else I can do for you?
-I'd love a cold drink. -Sure.
-Chhotu. -Yes, boss?
Wait. Didn't you escort the old lady the other day to the auto-rickshaw stand?
Yes, boss.
So, tell us everything in detail.
The old lady was wearing a scarf around her head.
She asked for water, I got her some.
Then, as soon as she stepped out of the shop, she stumbled.
She would've fallen, but I steadied her.
Then she asked me to drop her off at the auto-rickshaw stand.
From there, she hailed an auto-rickshaw to Jangpura.
Are you sure it was Jangpura?
Not Bhajanpura or Pritampura, right?
No, Sir. I'm absolutely sure. It was Jangpura.
Get the door.
Is this all you got for the jewelry?
Yes.
Why don't you try selling next time? We'll see if you get a better deal.
There won't be a next time.
Split up the money and everyone goes their separate ways.
We will never meet again.
Yeah, right! She's your girlfriend and he's your nephew.
I'm sure you guys will meet, I'll be the only one missing.
Don't worry. We'll get together once every year.
And on the fifth anniversary...
we'll plan a trip to Goa.
Where are we going tonight?
Madam.
Jairaj and Sudhir have found the old lady's location.
It's somewhere in Jangpura. Neeti Madam and I are going there.
Careful. And get it right, please.
This is diabetes in a cup! Fucking awful tea!
Madam's car is here.
She's old, so she's bound to have ailments.
PHARMACY
Have you seen this old woman? Does she buy medicine from you?
No, Sir. She hasn't been here.
No, Madam.
You're saying no before even looking at it.
MEDICINES
-Namaste, Madam. -Namaste.
Do you recognize her?
-Yes, Madam, I've seen her. -Where?
There's a hutment nearby.
She lives there with her grandson, Guddu.
Do you have an address?
Bring the invoices.
-Guddu, right? -Yes, Guddu.
Do you know what he does?
Not much, really. He seems like a total wastrel to me.
Here you go. Her name is Saraswati.
I don't have her last name, but the address is CN-42.
-Are they here? -Yes.
-This way? -They are here. Yes.
-What do you want? -Are you Saraswati?
-What's it to you? -We are Delhi Police.
Fucking assholes! Get the hell out of here!
Is anyone inside?
Did you look here?
Open the door!
Open up!
Open the door, or we'll break it open!
Open it!
Hey! How dare you step into my house!
I'll break off your legs and hand them back to you!
Show some respect! Come to the police station.
Or what? What will you do? Do you have a warrant?
You can't do shit without a warrant! I'm old, not a dumbass!
That's good for you, Aunty, but we are not arresting you.
We just want your help, okay? Come with us.
Like hell I will!
-Where's Guddu? -Who's Guddu? Your pimp?
Sir, we found the jewelry.
Hey! Don't you dare touch my ornaments! My mother gave them to me!
We know you're lying, Aunty. Come on...
I'm not lying. Your mom is the liar.
-Come on. -Madam, may I? Give me a minute.
Namaste, Maa.
If you don't come along, they will have to inject you with a drug.
Please try to understand. Just come along.
Aunty, this injection's not a joke.
You will regain consciousness after 48 hours,
and your ass will hurt for at least six days afterward.
Every time you sit down, you will cry out in excruciating pain.
Why put yourself through that at your age?
We just want to talk to you at the station. Come along.
You don't have to do a thing. Just come along.
Sangeeta!
-Will I get a lawyer? -You'll get one at the station. Let's go.
Wheelchair?
Hello, Madam. We got her.
Good.
We take responsibility for the safety of every citizen of Delhi.
And Delhi Police is working 24/7 to prevent another attack from happening.
I promise you, these criminals will be caught very soon,
and they will be given a severe punishment.
I'd like to welcome back our viewers.
Yesterday's statement by DCP Chaturvedi...
What now?
What now...
The cops aren't looking for the Kaccha-Baniyan gang anymore.
Game over.
Where are you going?
Look...
I don't know what's up with the police.
Let's just stick to the plan, like we decided.
-Are you crazy? -Don't call me crazy!
Do one thing. Just relax and eat.
I'll go myself.
The cops don't know about us.
Get it? And we already have so much money.
So much money, my ass!
Your aspirations are small, just like your minds.
The people on this list are loaded!
Cash, jewelry, diamonds...
These people were born with silver spoons in their mouths.
You hear me?
They are made of money.
Think about everything that we've got so far.
We can get twice as much...
from just one house.
Please.
Where's my lawyer?
Give us the phone number, we'll call him.
Sit down, Ma'am.
Where would I get the number from, witch?
You're supposed to appoint a government lawyer for me.
We will do that if we arrest you.
Where did you get the jewelry from?
My mother-in-law gave them to me.
What about Guddu?
-What does he do? -Isn't he your pimp?
-We will arrest you. -Why?
Because I called you a whore?
We found stolen jewelry in your house.
You must have planted them there in order to trap me!
Pawan Gulati, Sector 3, Jangpura.
Madam Sir, we have Guddu's details.
His full name is Pawan Gulati. He's 22 years old.
-We have his number ready to track. -Great job.
-Vartika, tell me. -Sir, we have a breakthrough.
We need to track a number immediately.
Yeah, send me the details.
Right away, Sir. Send him the details.
Tell Ashutosh he'll get permission from the higher-ups. We need to track a number.
Yes, Madam Sir.
-Take this tea away. -Hurry up!
Hey, I haven't even had it yet!
Hey!
The jewelry you sold was stolen.
I haven't stolen anything.
-Didn't your grandson give it to you? -That's between him and me.
What's it to you?
He has killed eight people.
He bludgeoned their heads so badly that they were unrecognizable.
You've heard about the GK murders, right?
That's the work of the Kaccha-Baniyan gang.
There is no Kaccha-Baniyan gang!
It's the work of your grandson and his accomplices.
My Guddu only steals things. He's a sharp kid.
-He's virile... -He could have just stolen things,
but he has committed murder!
My Guddu could never kill anyone.
He bludgeoned the heads of people your age!
No!
Guddu could never do such a thing. He could never kill anybody.
Never.
Listen, my Guddu hasn't killed anybody.
He can't.
He can't do it.
Guddu couldn't kill anybody.
She's clearly nuts.
Why are we busting our balls for her, Uncle?
Are you scared of her?
Okay, hear me out.
Let's kill her and finish it for good.
We can divide her share between us and get out.
More money, no risk.
What risk are you guys talking about?
He wants to invest the stolen money in mutual funds.
I told him it's too risky.
Can we go now?
Madam, we have Guddu's live location.
Let's get him.
Drive faster.
Ashutosh! Should we turn left or keep going straight?
Go straight, Sir. He's moving very fast.
He must be on a motorbike.
He's stopped at the turn.
Maybe he's meeting an accomplice.
Maybe.
Ashutosh! Where is he now?
Sir, he's still waiting at the turn. About 200 meters ahead of you.
Let's go.
Sir, the car is very close.
Slow down, slow down.
But I don't see any motorbikes, Sir.
It's moving, Sir. The vehicle is moving.
He's in that rickshaw, Jairaj. Let's follow it.
He's turning, Sir. Take the next left.
He's... turning towards Rajendra Nagar, Sir.
Ma'am, they are about to reach Rajendra Nagar.
Ashutosh?
-Yes, Sir? -Where is he now?
There's a garage compound at the next left. He's in there.
-Ashutosh? -Yes, Sir?
There are multiple garages here. Where do we go? Left or right?
Sir, it's difficult to narrow it down that much.
It could be any one of them. You'll have to check them all.
All right. Stay on the line.
Okay, Sir.
That fucker Guddu better be there on time.
I've told him.
Jairaj.
Guddu!
-I'm not Guddu! -You...
Where's Guddu?
-Guddu? -Pawan Gulati.
Check over there.
-Are you telling the truth? -I swear, Sir!
-Guddu's here, right? -Yes, over there.
Bro, I've kept your stuff upstairs.
I'm leaving. I'm already running late.
Guddu!
Come on, son. Let's go to the station.
What have I done, Sir?
Why don't we just go to the police station and figure this out?
I mean... is there a problem?
Come along, and I'll tell you what the problem is.
Hey!
Hey, motherfucker!
You asshole! How dare you take a shot at a police officer!
Fucker!
Son of a bitch!
How dare you, fucker!
Bhupi has been shot! Get the car out, quick!
Bhupendra!
Sir! Careful.
Subhash, Jairaj, what's happening?
Bhupi Sir has been shot.
Find the closest hospital and send it to Subhash.
Is Fortis closer or Ganga Ram?
I'll check.
Yes, Madam Sir?
-Where did it hit? -In the chest.
It penetrated the bulletproof jacket.
-Is he conscious? -He is.
That asshole Guddu is not answering his phone.
Now, don't tell me you want to cancel again.
Both of us can go.
Thermal will wait in the car.
I hope you're not scared to be alone.
Did you hear a noise from outside?
No... there's nothing here.
Go back to sleep.