01x03 - Wings and Chains

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A heart-wrenching video of a man
who was brutally m*rder*d.

What kind of enmity
could have led to this m*rder?

Such monstrosity has
never been witnessed before.

Who is the m*rder*r?

Such a m*rder*r should be hung to death.

A gut-wrenching video...

What kind of enmity
could have led to this m*rder?

Who is the m*rder*r?

This is Kabir Sir's room in here.
And this is mine.

Actually, the AC won't be installed
until tomorrow. And...

this is my bed.

I got such sound sleep
on this bed last night.

Without me?

I could sleep well
only because you weren't here.

Who would want to sleep
if you were around?

Enough, enough.

Where is the kitchen?

The kitchen isn't important.

Let's focus on the bed for a while.

Enough... Show me the kitchen.

-Hey, wait.
-I am hanging up.

Okay, wait.

Okay. I will show you the kitchen.

Actually, let's see the balcony first.

Yeah. Let me see.

Let me show you the view.

Look at this huge balcony.

Look at the view.

Look at the number of trees here.

Have you ever seen
such greenery in Mumbai?

Yeah, yeah. I can see your view very well.

Close the door properly when you leave.

Or you will catch a cold, dear.

You wanted to see the kitchen, didn't you?

Here's the kitchen.

Hey, it's Kabir Sir.

Sir, Madhvi.

Hello, Sir. Namaste.

He has settled pretty well over there.
What about you?

-Why are you asking stupid questions?
-Hello.

-We'll talk later.
-Kitchen...

Where are you off to, sir?

Meghna?

Can I tell you something, sir?

I can imagine your reaction.

What will her reaction be
when you meet her?

If she says something to you
in anger...

and then you end up saying
something to her...

Sir, then...

I think the cape looks
a little too flashy.

Looks fine to me.

So, is it done?

There are some minor changes,
but doesn't matter.

Okay, let me see.

Yes, sir. The product is called Sudha
and not Sudhir.

Meghna, this is not a documentary
about female empowerment.

This is an ad for Chyawanprash.

The client has given clear instructions.

Sir, don't you always say that
the focus should be on the product,

so why are we discussing the gender?

Cut this crap, Meghna.
Make it a male superhero.

Or you can go work for
some other feminist animation studio.

Both of you.
I need these changes done this evening.

What is this?
Four days of hard work down the drain.

Make a copy of this ad
and send it to Sneha ma'am.

Let Khanna know that
the real feminist is sitting in his house.

I'll go get it.

Why? I know where the machine is.

-Sheetal, please render that 2D file.
-Yes.

-Shanky, please get me some sugar.
-Why?

You know where the coffee machine is.

-Get it yourself.
-How mean...

If not me, at least pity this wheelchair.

Hey, stop behaving like a helpless woman.

Fine. I'll get it.

I'll get it myself.

I know what my friendship is worth now.

I said I'll get it. Have you gone crazy?

You are wasting your talent
with animation.

Okay, let's go.

You should have joined
the National School of Drama.

Definitely.

Have you lost your mind?

-Come on.
-No.

What no? It's time for your insulin shot.

-Louder.
-Teddy!

I'll be right back
from the washroom, okay?

Sister, shall we play Monopoly?

-Coming.
-Come.

Okay. Come on.

But no hogging Bombay or Delhi, okay?

Which other city do you have?

Please let us out in the open
for a little while for some fresh air.

Thirty minutes.

Ten minutes, please?

I am begging you, please let us go out.

I need some new movies.

Which are your cities?

Amritsar.

In spite of the rising anger
and questions from the citizens,

-the police are still refusing to comment.
-...it's been two days.

When he had no enmity with anyone,
then who could have done this?

We don't know.

Do you regret not being in the city then?

And if you were around,
you would have saved your father?

Yes, I do.

How are you feeling right now?

I believe that bad things should not
happen to good people.

And whoever has done this to him
will be brought to justice.

Did you see Siya's room?

I've put up the new flower curtains.

Her favourite guava jam.

It has turned out a little too sweet,
but it's okay.

Avi, what do you think?

Will she be angry with us
because we couldn't find her?

I was thinking that
we should get a puppy for Siya.

I've spoken with Shalu.

Watching TV for as long as she likes.
Waking up late.

Eating junk food.

This time when she comes home,
I am not letting her go.

Avi, she is going to come back, right?

Sir... Sir...

I have a question.
What is the Department doing?

Calm down.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Quiet! Let sir speak. What are you doing?

Sir, are you done?

Then sit. Sit.

We have recovered
this entire amount in a raid

at the Faridabad warehouse
of arms dealer Baba Ralan.

The entire operation was led by
our senior inspector Zeba Rizvi.

And that is how she suffered this injury.

This is why we call her
the pride of Delhi Crime Branch.

Is this a b*llet injury, ma'am?

And no, it wasn't a b*llet.

One of Ralan's men swung
an iron rod at me.

But now, both the rod
and his neck are twisted.

We heard you have a new case.

What is this case?

You will know when I solve it.
I am sure you can wait for a day.

-Ma'am.
-Yes, Isha?

Did you meet her?

Why, she wasn't there?

I didn't meet her.

Why?

Given you went all the way,
you should've met her, sir.

Kabir Sawant.

Come in.

In this new place and atmosphere,
you'll often hear people say,

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

It's best that you don't get used to it.

This is Senior Inspector Zeba Rizvi.

And accompanying him is Sub-Inspector
Prakash Damle.

-Kamble, sir.
-Kamle.

Not Kamle. It's Kamble.

With a "B". K-A-M-B...

Anyway. Mumbai's DCP Malhotra
is an old batchmate of mine.

And on his insistence, I had to pull
a lot of strings to bring you here.

Listen, Kabir. I know all about
your history and background.

And frankly,
it doesn't make any difference to me.

As long as the jobs getting done,
when, how and where, it's fine.

But there's one thing...

My department's race
is not of 100 meters...

If one person drops the baton,

he alone doesn't lose.

The entire team loses.

Catch me. Catch me.

-Catch her.
-My turn...

Abha, come upstairs quickly.

Where did this little girl come from?

I don't know. I always keep
the windows and doors shut.

I think we should cook her and eat her.

-Siya soup?
-Siya soup...

No, I am not tasty.

I am going to eat her up raw!

Come on.

I don't know, mate.

Excuse me. What's this "mate"?

Where are you roaming at this hour?

Snuck out of your hostel again?

Hey, Shirley, don't start now.

Okay, listen. I called to thank you.
I received the shoes.

The size was perfect.
And I love the color.

I really liked them.

-Now they are my favorite.
-Listen...

I have to go. Happy studying, okay.

Sunita, please show me the file
that I gave you yesterday.

Sir. These are the pending case files.

You're from Mumbai, right?

Are you asking me or informing me?

I'm asking.

You must have seen Salman Khan many times.

He lives next-door.

Next-door?

Close by.

Nearby.

Near?

This is near...

No, this is next-door.

So, how many times have you seen him?

Like how you see
the Prime Minister here, every day.

Making a fool of him...

Tejinder sir wants everyone
in the conference room in five minutes.

JP, get the team. Now.

Yes, ma'am. Rajveer, get the files.

Sir, finish your tea later, let's go.

Since this k*lling video has gone viral,
the media has created havoc.

That's why after an order
from the Ministry,

this case has been handed over
to the Crime Branch.

The case details are in the files
before you.

Delhi Police are active
with their investigation.

And except for the fact

that someone was bothering Pritpal
for the past few days,

and that the m*rder video
was sent from Pritpal Singh's phone,

we have no other leads.

-And for this...
-There is no pen.

The pen is missing in this m*rder video.

And if you see
all of Pritpal's past photos...

Play it again.

Now zoom in.

Show me the other pictures.

This picture was uploaded
exactly an hour before Pritpal died.

And it has the pen.

Who is this guy?

Sir, Senior Inspector Kabir Sawant.

From Mumbai Crime Branch.

He's here on voluntary transfer.

Sir, he's new around here.

He just joined today.

That's why I appointed this case to Zeba.

Sir, one moment please. Pardon me, sir.

Only on the basis of a pen?

The pen may not have
any connection with the m*rder, sir.

But the point is,

in a room filled with police officers,
how many noticed the pen?

So you're rewarding his keen sight
by getting him to lead the case?

An outsider who is known for his
controversies more than his cases

in his last posting.

You're thinking emotionally, Zeba.

But as a cop, think practically.

Use his disadvantages
as an advantage for this case.

But...

If he solves this case being an outsider,

then who gets the credit? The Department.

Because we gave him this chance.

His track record is enough
to give us a clean chit.

But don't be greedy.
You just solved a big case.

Give your mind and your hands some rest.

Let Kabir play in the field.

You just handle the media.

He must have forgotten
that he called you over.

-Sit. Ill wake him up.
-Sure.

Avi.

Hi, sir.

Ma'am, your courier just came in.

I'll keep it here.

Sir, these are some documents
that need your review.

Debbie, I'll check
these files in the clinic.

You go to the clinic.
I'll come soon, okay?

Sir, it'ill only take a couple of minutes,
if you could just approve them.

It must be instructions
regarding Siya's return, right?

I heard it right.

Those who foster anger within them...

End up destroyed by the same fire.

Pritpal Singh was not k*lled by you,
but by his own anger.

The video of his sacrifice
from his own phone.

A sin bigger than anger is lust.

An emotion that scars your soul.

Lust.

Natasha Garewal. Your next target.

Natasha's reason of death has to be lust.

And you know the rest.

And what will we tell them, Abha?

I k*lled Pritpal Singh,
but I don't want to k*ll her.

The police will understand, Avi.

We'll go to the police, Avi. Come...

Sister, you think Mummy
and Papa still remember me?

Of course they do, Siya.

Then why haven't they come for me yet?

I hope papa hasn't forgotten me.

I hope papa hasn't forgotten me.

I hope papa hasn't forgotten me.

Papa hasn't forgotten me.

Papa hasn't forgotten me.

Hasn't forgotten me.

Hasn't forgotten me.

I hope papa hasn't forgotten Siya.

Ma'am, how is your arm now?

It must be very difficult for you.

How will we do our duty if we keep
thinking about difficulty, Manju?

Go on.

Sir, the entire department is in awe.

Pen.

Amazing, sir.

And tough, too.

That girl in Mumbai
from the Mandhar Vardhe case.

What was her name?

-Meghna.
-Meghna.

Poor girl.

Sit.

Long live India.

Long live India.

Sir, DCP has assigned me to you.

He was saying that you are new to Delhi,
so I should show you around.

So, let me know whenever you are free.

This is Prakash.

I am Jaiprakash.

Yeah. Come on.

The video of his sacrifice
from his own phone.

A sin bigger than anger is lust.

Yeah, Abha.

They have made an exception
and given me the nightshift.

And anyway, you need to get back to work

and it should look like
things are getting back to normal.

No, not yet. But I will.

See you.

Oni.

Natasha's reason of death to be lust.

And he wants that I... Lust...
I mean, how?

Nimmo.

Who is it? Help!

Brothers, the plan is

that we need to
clean this place very minutely.

Understand?

Keep your eyes open and your mouths shut.

Understand? So get to work. Come on.

Sir, this place has too much dust.

The doctor has warned you
about your liver, anyway.

Please go and rest and I will call you
as soon as we find the pen.

You just don't listen, do you?

Well done!

Stop fidgeting.

Sir, found a pen.

Show me.

This isn't the one, you idiot.

-Didn't you see the picture?
-I did.

Then compare it with that, you idiot.

Come on, back to work.
We haven't found it yet.

And listen.
Everyone's seen the picture, right?

Then look for that specific one.

We're looking for a pen. Not a frying pan.

Come on. Look carefully. Come on.

Get to work.

What... Get to work.

What are you doing?
Why are you digging?

Move those papers.

Come on.

Good job.

Don't leave any space unchecked.

Hey, tall guy...

Are you taking a stroll in the park?

Come on, get to work.

We're short on time.

Don't miss a single spot.

Stop fidgeting around and work.

Check.

Hey! Hey, tall guy...

We are not digging a grave here
for two of you to work at the same spot.

Pick another spot.

What is your problem, brother?

Do I have to send you an SMS
for you to understand?

Go on, go to the other area.

Check properly.

Check. Check. Check.

Check properly. What are you doing?

Sir, I found the pen.

Show me. Show me.

Everyone stop. We found it.

Sir...