01x06 - Episode 6

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sh*t!

Danish Patel.

I've been asked to assist you, sir.

-Okay.

-Welcome to FDTL. Please, follow me.

-This one?

-Yes, this one. This is your seat.

It's a little old, sir.

No worries, I'm old too.

-By the way, can I ask you a question?

-Sure.

What issue did Kumar Sir

send you here because of?

I mean, the FDTL is

a punishment posting, sir.

I figured that if you've been posted here,

there must have been an issue for sure.

I'll set up your ID, sir.

Can you get me a copy of every drug test

that's been conducted in Maharashtra?

Sure, sir. All the reports

are dumped here on our heads.

The old test reports too?

Yes, sir, I can get

my hands on them. But why?

VivaLife has been conducting tests

in Maharashtra for a while.

I want to check all those files.

All of them?

Yes, all of them.

Sure, sir.

-Hari?

-Yes.

Do you not like the food these days?

No, it's fine. Why?

You brought your lunch back

untouched yesterday.

Yes. Actually,

I couldn't find time to eat.

There's too much going on at the office.

But…

is everything okay in the office?

You see, Raji…

Yes?

There was a file of Shankar Sir's

which I deleted by mistake.

I'm working on it,

trying to recover the file, that's all.

Was Shankar Sir mad at you?

No. He doesn't know about it.

I'm doing my best.

I'll figure something out.

What happened? Hang on.

Why are you crying?

What's the matter?

-Because of me, you…

-It's not your fault.

Don't worry. What's wrong?

Will we be able to go to Germany?

This is nothing unusual.

We'll definitely go to Germany.

I'll handle Shankar Sir.

Okay?

And from tomorrow on,

I will have my lunch on time. Promise.

-Bye.

-Bye, Raji.

Auto.

Let's go.

BORIVALI

We're here.

Come along, scientist.

RAJI'S TIFFINS

Please come in.

This is Raji's Tiffins' new office.

Is this a joke?

How on earth will I work from here?

This will completely ruin the product.

You're not here to make Dhokla.

Your work is in the other flat.

Why did you bring him here?

-I just wanted to show him our business.

-Let's go.

All the stuff you asked for has been

delivered. Raji and Mala…

We're cleaning coriander.

You weren't here yet,

so we thought, why not dry it here?

That way, it will stay fresh

for up to two weeks in the fridge.

Your room is there.

Come.

Crazy! Get out of here.

Yes, let's go.

And the Modella?

-Have some water.

-Thanks.

The MDMA is kept outside.

-Do you need anything else?

-I will need an assistant.

Me.

Shahida will do it.

-What? Why me?

-I'm happy to do it.

If Shahida can do it, so can I.

I'll do it, Ba.

No. This is not a f*cking joke.

f*cking, f*cking, English, f*cking.

All she does is swear all the time.

What would you know?

First, learn to make a proper cup of tea.

-Make it yourself. Nobody's stopping you.

-Mala, quiet.

-Talking big when you're full of hot air.

-What? What does that even mean?

It's just dialogue from a film.

Relax, Varuna-ji.

-What are you--

-Why pick on me? Scold her.

-Shahida, just take her out for 5 minutes.

-Why should I go out?

-Always blabbing in English.

-Quiet.

-You keep quiet!

-Negotiations are on. Relax.

-Just ask her to leave.

-Raji will do it.

-Ba, how can I…?

-But Raji is…

Do you want to do it?

No, I have better things to do.

Then it's settled.

Raji will do it. End of story.

I just can't understand it.

The FDSCO has dropped the case, and we

have destroyed the rest of the Modella.

So why is she tracking us?

Sir, that Modella…

got stolen, sir.

What?

Sir, actually I didn't destroy

that batch of Modella.

I thought I'd try to save the company

some money. My plans for Germany…

I don't know how, but it has disappeared.

Disappeared?

It must be the person who followed me

from Xipro to the building, sir.

I'm very sure they must have taken it.

Don't worry, sir.

I'll trace them and recover

all the Modella within two days.

-Don't stress, sir. I made a mistake, sir.

-m*therf*cker!

Sir, I…

I haven't done anything, sir.

I made a mistake, sir. My God!

I did it for the sake of the company, sir.

It was a mistake, sir.

I did it for the sake of the company, sir!

-m*therf*cker!

-Don't hit me, sir.

I made a mistake, sir.

Hari!

Are you okay?

Yes, sir.

Save that police officer's number.

It'll come in handy.

-Okay.

-So, go now.

BLOCKADE IN PROGRESS

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION

MAHARASHTRA POLICE

You were right, sir.

People's IDs are duplicated in the report.

Which report?

VivaLife conducted

some clinical trials in 2020.

Five people have the same ID.

Sir, all the names seem fake.

I don't understand

why the FDSCO even approved it.

Why are you after VivaLife, sir?

One moment…

MDMA. Modella.

These two compounds are to be mixed

at a certain ratio.

Ten grams of Modella

to every 30 grams of MD.

If this is even slightly off,

the customer will OD.

Yes, and there will be a problem

if there's an OD, right?

OD means "overdose".

The customer will die.

Sorry.

So first of all,

we will take 2250 grams of MDMA

and 750 grams of Modella.

But you said that we need 10 grams

for every 30 grams.

Yeah, I did. But we have to make

a total of three kilos of drugs.

So how do we mix it?

Geometric dilution.

First, we will take one scoop of MD.

Then we'll put one scoop of Modella on it.

Then we top it up with one scoop of MDMA.

-Like Biryani.

-What?

When we have to make 2.5 kilos of Biryani,

we need one kilo of chicken

and three bowls of rice.

First, we layer rice, then chicken,

then rice, then chicken.

So that each layer

has equal amounts of chicken and rice.

As agreed, here is the transcript

of Shankar's email.

But you can only share it

with your lawyer.

-Can I trust you on this?

-Of course, Varuna.

There's one thing I just don't get.

Why are you doing all this?

Which one of these is the MDMA

and which one is yours?

Mine is the hybrid one.

I've marked it inside.

But they look exactly the same.

Why would anyone pay more for it?

That's your problem. My job was

to make the drug and I did that.

as*h*le.

Which flat did you end up selecting?

The one behind Regent.

-Sai Garden?

-Sai Garden. It was nice.

But the deposit's too much.

I'll pay it.

-Are you nuts?

-Why?

Are you making so much money

that it's overflowing from your pockets?

What will you do with so much money?

-Would you like to know?

-Yes.

I'll run far away from this country.

-Really? Where?

-Yes.

To a place where this isn't wrong.

The law is changing here too.

The law might eventually change,

but will people's thought process change?

You're a police officer, Preeti.

But do you have the courage

to tell the truth at your police station?

Or to tell your father at home?

I have to leave.

-How much for the capsicum?

-Eighty rupees.

Eighty rupees?

So expensive? Don't try to con me.

-And the bottle gourd?

-Don't worry about the money, Raji.

Take it. I will pay.

Brother, pack this too.

This is good for the blood.

Pack this as well.

How are you, Raji? All well?

I think you've forgotten

the last driving lesson, Raji-ji. Right?

Let's take a ride.

We'll do one or two practice sessions

and then you'll recall everything. Right?

Raji, I couldn't get this medicine.

Are you Raji Ma'am's husband?

-Yes.

-Hello, sir.

I'm Amol Chavan.

Sohum Motor Training School.

That's my car over there.

This is my direct line.

Call me anytime. Okay?

All the staff from the office

are fans of Raji Ma'am's dabbas.

-Really?

-Yes.

But there's been no dabba deliveries

for the last few days.

I was just passing by when I saw her.

Don't mind me, please.

Ma'am, restart your service.

Make something tasty

from these vegetables. Bye, sir.

Ganya, get the car.

Let's go.

-You're not going to buy the vegetables?

-I don't want to. Let's go.

Who was that weirdo?

A customer.

Did he come to complain?

The menu changed, so…

Ba is taking care of the dabbas now.

The name is different,

and the salt is different, but--

Bhowmick, what the f*ck?!

I've been calling for an hour.

Why aren't you answering?

-Pramod?

-Yes?

-Please come and handle the billing.

-Yes, sir.

What do you mean by, "I'm not coming?"

We had a deal, right?

I gave you the evidence you wanted.

Varuna, I spoke with my lawyers.

They are saying that the evidence

stolen from Shankar's laptop

is not admissible in the court.

What?

But if you come to the court

and testify against Shankar…

I get it.

How much do you want, Bhowmick?

Varuna, I'm not doing this for money.

I'm sorry. I'm out.

No, Bhowmick, one minute.

I'm out, Varuna. I can't do this.

-Wash this please.

-Okay, madam.

And place that down, please.

I had a couple of doubts

about the rental agreement.

I was thinking, let's meet and discuss it.

Where do you want to discuss?

Your place or mine?

Mala, can you not let me have

two minutes of privacy?

Idiot.

What do you think of the new stuff?

Is it potent?

Moushumi will try it and let us know.

We'll find out then.

-If it's a matter of trying, then…

-Mala, it's drugs. If something happens…

-Come on. It'll be fun.

-"Come on"?!

Crazy.

-Are you serious?

-Yes.

It's good. Did you show it to the police?

No, I haven't shown it to the police,

but I will send it to her.

Sheila, you didn't have to--

She might not send it to the police,

but she won't let her kids

hang around a drug dealer.

That I'm sure of.

Anything happen to you?

What about you?

Nothing at all.

It's useless stuff.

-Are you near me or far away?

-I'm sitting right in front of you.

Come closer.

Shahida?

Raji!

What is happening?

Raji!

Are you guys okay?

We're absolutely fine

because the stuff is useless.

Bhowmick is also useless.

You guys did drugs?

-You did? She did.

-You did? She did it.

Are you guys out of your mind?

Bhowmick.

We'll be right there.

Talk less and work fast.

I want it in two days.

Always shirking work…

-I'm really sorry about this.

-Sorry?

You very well knew that

she was going to blackmail me.

-No, Bhowmick. I swear I didn't know--

-You got exactly what you wanted.

I'm making the drug for you.

You and Shankar…

You guys deserve each other.

f*ck you, Bhowmick!

-Preeti, ma'am.

-Yes, sir.

Kale Sir is asking for

the list of passport applications.

Right now?

Why? Are you busy? Shall I come later?

No, sir. I'll get it.

-Quick.

-Yes, sir.

-Show me your eyes.

-No.

-Show me.

-I won't.

-What are you doing?

-I am feeling ticklish.

Look up. Up.

-Don't look at me like this, Bhowmick.

-Look up!

-What if you fall in love with me?

-Look upwards.

These girls are incorrigible, really.

It will wear off in a few hours.

Just keep them hydrated.

-These two will handle fentanyl?

-Yes, they will.

Don't you worry about that.

Mother-in-law, right?

Drugs. Blackmailing.

You're setting a great example

for your child.

You've only been blackmailed, Bhowmick-ji.

I was kidnapped last week.

Even today, a gangster came by

and issued a threat.

Every morning, I wake up wondering what

trouble we're going to get into today.

In the midst of all this,

we don't have the leisure to worry about

setting an example.

You do your job.

Tell us how to identify our product.

-What if we make tablets out of it?

-We'll need excipient binders for that.

And we'll have to buy tablet plates too.

It'll take time.

We need something that is cost-effective

and easy to procure.

What if we change the colour?

Colour? What do you mean?

What if we add food colouring?

Does that work?

Well, it's food grade,

non-toxic, easily available…

Yeah, it works.

Get started then.

-Hello? I tried reaching out.

-Hello?

Yes, I was busy. What is it?

I saw Bhowmick with Varuna.

MAHARASHTRA POLICE

Pathak-ji…

I have some information.

That Bhowmick Bose is having an affair

with Shankar Dasgupta's wife.

I'm heading there right now.

If I catch them red-handed,

he'll definitely confess. Okay, bye.

What are you saying?

Bhowmick is having an affair?

They turned out to be

quite dangerous people.

You go there. I will call the CBI.

Okay.

Auto? Will you drive me to the station?

Hello, look here.

This is a no-parking zone.

Hello, bhai-sahib.

Move the car away.

Bhai, hold on for a minute--

Bhai-sahib, what are you saying?

Look here.

You've parked your car

in front of the shop.

-Hello, listen to me. Move ahead.

-What?

-Or I'll take a photo and report you.

-Okay, I'm leaving, man.

Business is slow as it is and you are

standing here like a bad omen.

-Oh my God!

-Varuna.

What happened? What is it?

-Varuna?

-Give me water.

Mala, bring some water. Hurry.

Don't laugh. Get some water.

Varuna. Hello?

-What happened?

-I can't breathe.

-Shahida.

-Mala, bring some water.

She drank it up.

-All of it?

-The entire thing.

sh*t!

-f*ck.

-Take it easy. Varuna!

Don't touch me!

Get up. Come on. Go get some water!

Quick. Get up. Take it easy.

-Ba, it's the police.

-What?

-Call Mala.

-Okay.

Don't panic.

-Drink this cold drink.

-Deep breaths.

-She is asking me not to touch her.

-Breathe.

Go, get it.

-Don't panic.

-It's the police.

-What?

-Police are here.

The same officer who picked me up

from VivaLife is standing outside.

-Preeti?

-Yes.

Oh my God!

I'll call Varuna.

-Varuna.

-Phone! Where is your phone?

-Where is it?

-It's in the bag.

f*ck!

I've checked everything.

Everything is shut properly.

-What? What are you doing here?

-What are you doing here?

I'll call you back in a moment.

-What happened? What's up?

-What are you doing here?

I'm responsible for this flat.

I have to check if the AC and gas are off,

or else I have to pay the bill.

What's up?

Nothing. Is someone inside?

What are you saying?

Why would anyone be inside? What happened?

What is that smell?

There's no smell.

When a flat is freshly painted,

and then you close it,

it emits a bad odour like that.

What is that?

A box.

On top of that?

-It's a bag. What's the big deal?

-Whose bag?

It's mine.

It's my bag. Wait, I'll get it.

I sometimes forget about it.

-This doesn't smell like paint.

-What?!

What are you doing?

I can't bring anyone into an empty house.

You're a police officer

but you don't know that?

-Why are you driving me away?

-I'll show it to you later.

You look dashing in your uniform.

Really hot! Let's go.

Don't leave her alone

until she feels better.

Call if anything happens.

-Okay.

-Let's go.

-Here, drink some water.

-I don't want it.

I'm also not interested.

I'm only doing it

because Bhowmick said so.

Whether you want it is up to you.

Why are you involved in this mess?

Do you have problems in your life?

You have everything.

You have a house,

a car, and a nice, big TV.

Your son also goes to a good school.

Even if Sitara goes under,

what difference will it make to you?

Because I know what people think.

If Sitara becomes profitable, they'll say

it was due to my husband's backing.

And if it makes losses,

they'll say I frittered away his money.

No one sees the hard work

I have put in for eight years.

Not even Shankar.

Everyone moved forward, and I…

I am running a business with a maid.

Why do you keep calling me a maid?

I work hard for my money.

I don't get free stuff like you do.

What free stuff do I get?

The watchman salutes you

when you enter the building.

The lift man presses the buttons for you

in the lift.

-You drink tea in a glass cup.

-So? What about it?

When you get respect without having to

work for it, you don't value it.

What's the point…

when you don't get respect

in your own house?

Here, drink some water.

You'll feel better.

Thanks.

Mother, who is this for?

Tell the girls

that deliveries will increase again

from the day after tomorrow.

Okay.

Do I look like a thief?

Checking your bag like that…

Since when did you

become friends with Preeti?

Who, Preeti? The policewoman?

She is…

She is my client, not my friend.

I'm showing her flats. Why?

Is there no one else in your office

to show her flats?

You lie with such confidence

that I start doubting myself.

You're saying

that you're selling the stuff. Right?

Which secret place are you selling it at

that even I don't know about? Yeah?

-I've just started from today.

-I see.

I myself delivered a dabba

before coming here.

Nand Deep High School, class 4, section A.

Sohum Chavan.

Your son likes vada pav, right?

-What did you say? Call Sonu.

-Okay.

-He's not answering.

-Not answering?

It's lunchtime.

He must be opening his dabba now.

Shut up!

Sonu, are you okay?

Did you eat lunch?

Don't eat it.

Listen to me.

No, son, I'm not yelling.

Ganya is coming to pick you up.

I'm also coming to give you a surprise.

We're going to Chowpatty

to eat Ragda Patties.

So close your dabba.

Good boy.

I'll see you soon.

Don't be scared.

I didn't mix anything in his vada pav.

This time.

You… I will…

You can't harm me, Chavan.

You can't do anything to me

because you also have a boss

who you pay off.

If anything happens to me,

consider your four crores gone.

Then…

he'll take your selfie

as you lie on the railway tracks.

One more thing.

Keep matters of business professional.

Don't involve family.

Or else the next phone call

will be straight from Sohum's school.

Hats off to you!

So much has changed

in this world in the last 30 years,

but you haven't changed.

You're still as stubborn as ever.

Today, you remind me of the old Sheila.

Do you really want to quit this business?

What difference does it make?

It's not like I can quit.

You can't quit, but you can disappear.

Just like I did.

New name, new place, new life.

That's the only way out.

But it will cost you a lot of money.

How much is in it?

A little more than eight kilos.

What price are you selling at?

Six thousand.

Eight thousand.

Ten thousand.

You want to sell it

at the price of cocaine?

There are many people who sell cocaine,

but this will only be sold by me.

I will fix the market price

and the profit will be 50-50.

Only three more months.

Then you can buy a ticket

and get out of here.

Okay. What is it called?

"Me-Thai"?Like from Thailand?

No, make in India.

Like "sweet dish".

-"Mithai."

-"Mithai." f*ck!

f*ck! Oh sh*t! How much for this?

Sheila ben.

Open it.

Good morning, madam.

Admissions are closed.

One minute, ma'am.

I knew it. What do you call it?

A donation. I brought that along too.

Now you can admit her, right?

I'm coming!

Does it take you this long

to open the door?

Hi.

-Preeti, why haven't you unpacked yet?

-Sorry.

I don't know what they packed

in which box.

Only one box has been opened

so far, you lazy girl.

-Are you here to lecture me?

-No.

I came to give you this.

Shahida…

There are other clothes as well

besides shirts and pants.

-You should try new things sometimes.

-Thank you.

You could have opened the boxes at least.

At least we would know what to keep

in the bedroom and living room. But no.

This Varuna Panniker

is the one from VivaLife, right?

Who's that?

The head of VivaLife.

Isn't Varuna his wife?

Yes, why?

Do you know her?

She's Kishore-ji's client.

I was the broker for Sitara.

Was she with you in the Orchidia building?

What?

Orchidia? I told you, no one lives there.

Come, help me. Why are you sitting there?

There are so many boxes to open.

It's all kitchen stuff.

Listen.

Have you ever seen this guy?

Who is he?

He used to work for VivaLife.

Have you seen him?

Where would I have seen him?

What do I know about VivaLife?

Look properly. You might have seen him,

maybe in a shop or a building.

Preeti, I haven't. Why?

Pathak-ji?

One second.

Hello, Pathak-ji. Where are you?

I have been calling you for a long time.

No, tell me.

So, did you catch

Bhowmick and Varuna red-handed?

Just like you caught Xipro?

Sorry.

Sorry that you got transferred

because of me. Sorry.

Let's celebrate.

There is a new development

in the VivaLife case.

Waiter!

-Yes, sir?

-One Manchow soup.

Manchow soup. And?

-One by two?

-One by two. Okay, sir.

In 2022, VivaLife tested their new drug

on 3000 people in their clinical trials.

Half of those people are not alive.

They k*lled so many people?

These people didn't die

because of the drug trial.

-Then?

-Because of different diseases.

They were all dead before 2022.

They died before the trial?

That means they conducted

these drug trials on dead--

How can they conduct them

on the dead, Preeti?

-Sorry.

-These trials never happened.

They copy-pasted it

from the earlier database.

A trial on 3000 people

was to be presented.

Multiple people with the same name.

Multiple entries of the same ID cards.

That means all the trials were faked?

Wow, Pathak-ji. But we'll also need

a witness who can testify.

We need someone who knows all this.

Only someone who works there

would know about it.

Or who used to work there.

-Bhowmick?

-Bhowmick.

-Now say it.

-Say what?

"Preeti, you were right about Bhowmick."

Come on.

No, you've got to say it.

I have to hear it today.

Go ahead. Say it.

Preeti,

you…

were right.

What was I?

Aw, you're angry again.

Sir, you scared me.

You weren't answering my calls

or replying to my messages.

One shouldn't be stubborn.

Is this a children's game?

Chacko, this "Mithai" is

being sold by these women.

Who is this Mother India?

What use are these photos to me?

Arrange a meeting with them, JJ.