01x02 - Lost and Found

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Sir, there's nothing here.

f*ck me!

Try over there.

Can't even sh*t in

peace in this city!

Wait, I'll drop you to school.

Siddharth

Siddharth!

-What's with the temper?

-It's nothing.

He won't even talk to me properly. I

told him I'll give him a ride to school--

That's your problem.

Did you ask him whether

he'd like a ride?

No! You simply declared it!

So I need to ask for

his permission, is it?

Is that how it works these days?

You so remind me of your father!

And mind you, not in a good way!

My father? Really?

He'd whack me with his belt.

Never needed a reason.

Have I ever raised

my hand on your son?

Help me with the luggage,

will you?

-Come on, man. Help me out here.

-No, I am getting late.

It's right here.

Yo, Brother-in-law!

How you doing?

Where to? Shining uniform and all?

To a film sh**t.

And guess what, I am playing a cop.

You forgot your lunch--

Jitu! What a surprise, brother!

Well, with me,

you can always expect one, sister!

Jitu, sorry, I need to head out.

He's come after so long.

Why don't you stay for breakfast?

Don't worry. We can

always do that tomorrow.

I'm here for a couple of days.

Hear that?

He's here for a couple of days.

But you can help me with my

luggage before you leave.

It will only take a minute.

Ready to talk now?

Give me the name.

Speak up.

Tell me.

Don't you glare at me like that!

I said look away, m*therf*cker!

Forty five, is it?

No f*cking way we're

getting anything out of him.

Friend or client?

You lying Nepali wh*re!

You sleep with foreigners, don't you?

Where else will you get

the dollars from?

That that's my hobby.

I collect currencies.

That doesn't sound

like no hobby to me!

Singing. Dancing.

Now those are hobbies, b*tch!

Do you take me for a fool?

Speak up. What were you

doing with those three?

I was at my friend's

place the night before.

Couldn't find a cab to

go back home in the morning.

So you hitched a ride with them?

Yes, sir.

Then how did the towel from

that hotel land up in your bag?

Answer him.

Speak up!

They were here for three days,

would come and go at odd hours.

My sixth sense told me

something was wrong.

Oh, your sixth sense, is it?

Anything else?

Yes, one of them stole a towel.

They're going to make me

pay for it. How's it fair?

Anything else you saw? Or heard?

This is the other room they took.

This one!

Sir, it's occupied.

Who is it?

Sir, it's the hotel's policy--

Sir what is it?

I need to check the room.

There's nothing in there, sir.

-Out of the way.

-But sir

Well, don't get us wrong, sir.

She's my cousin

We came to Delhi for

her wedding shopping.

Couldn't get reservations

so had to share this one.

Recall anything else?

Oh, yes!

I overheard one of them arguing with

someone on the phone.

And what was he saying?

Seemed like a fight.

Something like - ''I've been hearing

this bullshit for three days.

I want to speak to Master ji right now.''

Master ji, is it?

Any other name?

Anything else in particular?

No. That's about it.

Check their IDs.

Check if they're really cousins.

Well, she's a distant cousin,

our surnames are different--

ID.

One more thing.

The one with the hound face?

He smokes like a chimney.

Three packs a day.

Do you smoke, Ansari?

The waiter at the hotel

has spilled it all.

That you were planning

to k*ll Sanjeev Mehra.

Who's Sanjeev Mehra?

How long have you known Tyagi for?

And who's Tyagi?

The others with you

have got criminal records.

You're clean.

Turn approver.

They'll go easy on you.

I'll put in a word myself.

So

since when have you

been working with Tyagi?

He's a cunning man.

Forty five murders to his name.

What will you do if

he pins it all on you?

What was the plan?

What was your role?

Sir I must say it.

No offense, but

You can't even pretend how to smoke.

Sorry, sir.

Just tell me this, okay?

What's the 'C' for?

'C' for Chaaku (knife)!

It's 'C' for c*cksucker.

You f*ck!

You said you smoke.

I did. Once. Back in college.

He got you, didn't he?

Tokas

Tokas!

Coming, sir.

-Where were you?

-Right here, sir.

Thrash the sh*t out of Tope Singh.

And make that Kabir fellow watch!

Go on.

And listen, make a good show of it!

-Got it, sir.

-Come!

It must be the bloody

opposition behind this.

Elections are around the corner.

Everyone would say the ruling

government wants to silence the media.

Finally we have a government and a PM

who is doing something for the country,

but these m*therf*ckers

will not let that happen.

Anyway, you tell me,

how are you dealing with this, son?

I'm all right, sir.

Thank you.

The lawyers said you used

bad words against my father.

Did you?

Who asked you to be here?

Go and see if the

turkey has been served.

-But, Dad--

-Go.

Idiot.

And I thought sending him

to Wharton would fix him.

Anyway

why are you doing this, son?

If the channel is not doing well under

you, what do you expect me to do?

It's not a charity I run

here, if you know what I mean.

And what is this monkey

business I hear you are up to?

The expressway is a gift

to the people of the country.

And you're smelling a rat in it?

Sir, I was only doing

my job as a journalist.

Then go do it somewhere else.

Let us live in peace.

Just announce that you

are going on an indefinite leave,

due to all the stress in your life.

The rest these boys will manage.

Right, Jai?

Of course.

If you fire me at this point,

my career is over.

There's a non-competitive clause that says

I can't join a rival channel for one year.

I'll be forgotten in a year.

Then do something else.

You're still young.

Go write a book on the

state of affairs in this country.

Or try organic farming.

It's very therapeutic.

But please, don't be a trouble maker.

It's not good.

For me

for you

for anybody.

-Rambir!

-Yes, sir.

Why hasn't this lawn been mowed?

Bloody moochers are all I get.

I'll play the bad cop.

You be the good one.

Sir!

What's with the royal treatment?

Make him stand.

Take his pants off.

Come on, quick!

-Stand up!

-I swear, I didn't do anything.

Trying to hide you're a Muslim?

No, sir. I swear I'm not--

-Hiding, are you?

-Sit straight!

What does the 'M' stand for

in Kabir M?

It is

-What does it mean?

-It's my name, Kabir M.

-What the f*ck does 'M' mean?

-Sit straight!

And this

What is this certificate for?

My father he got this made.

I had an operation for an infection.

Operation or circumcision?

Operation.

And who taught you to steal cars?

Was it again your abbu (father)?

Why are you pretending to be a Hindu?

Tope Singh has told us everything.

It was yours and Tyagi's plan

to k*ll Sanjeev Mehra, wasn't it?

We've found your criminal records

You Muslim m*therf*cker!

Make him stand.

-Take his underwear off.

-I swear by my mom, sir--

Take it off, m*therf*cker!

Come on, you m*therf*cker!

-Sir, I haven't done anything.

-Take his underwear off!

No, sir. Please, no

f*ck me!

Sir may I?

m*therf*cker ruined my shoes!

Want some water?

Here, try it. My father

used to make me read this.

Quite helpful.

I I can't read Urdu.

Why? Didn't you learn that as a child?

It's from the 'Shuab ul Iman'.

'He who has shed tears fearing Allah,

shall be spared the darkness of hell.'

You're in the wrong. You know it.

Just tell us whatever you know.

Else this Inspector will make

this place a living hell for you.

They will k*ll me

I'm here for you.

Tell us everything and I'll make

you a prosecution witness.

He agreed.

Thank you.

Well

I probably went a bit too far in there.

Sorry.

It worked, sir.

I don't really know Tyagi.

In fact, I've never

met any of them before.

I swear.

Who gave you this job then?

I don't know about them,

but I got this job from Taariq.

Taariq who?

He's a car mechanic.

I've nicked cars for him before.

Like with every job, he gave me

an advance of fifty thousand.

The rest I was to get after the job.

What was the job?

Had to pick a car outside Delhi and

then meet those three here.

At a hotel in Munirka.

I had to stay with

them for a couple of days.

Take them around,

wherever they wanted to go.

And then dispose off

the car after the job.

Where can we find him?

He has a garage in the

motor market in Chandni Chowk.

Where's Taariq?

Don't know, sir.

Hasn't shown up in two days.

Where does he live?

Don't know.

I had absolutely no clue

what I was getting into.

I thought I was supposed

to just drive them around.

Where exactly?

Well

We

we followed Sanjeev Mehra.

Chaaku took his

pictures on his mobile.

His house, office

Then I saw a g*n upon Tyagi.

I was scared, sir

I admit I'm a lowly carjacker.

But have never been

involved in sh*t like this.

I even called Taariq.

Told him I wanted out.

He threatened to k*ll

me if I backed out now.

They had a g*n.

They had the chance.

Why didn't they k*ll him?

I don't know, sir

I heard Tyagi having an

argument on the phone.

He wanted to talk to someone.

Was it Master ji?

Yeah.

He said he wouldn't do the job

if he doesn't get to speak with Master ji.

And then one day, he just

announced that we are to leave Delhi.

So you were leaving Delhi

the day you got arrested?

We need to find that damn phone.

We might get Master ji's number from it.

And Sanjeev Mehra's photos as well.

That's a crucial piece of evidence.

Yes, sir.

And then we have Taariq.

Just these two leads at this point.

Chitrakoot

That's where we'll find

more juice on this Tyagi.

So much to be done here and

you want to go to Chitrakoot?

Trust me, sir. This is urgent.

See, Tyagi is the hitman,

he's from Chitrakoot.

Kabir is the driver, from Meerut.

The other two are from Delhi.

Tope Singh was possibly

the back-up sh**ter,

and the girl was a mere decoy.

The question is - who

put them all together?

Whose plan was it?

I'm sure it's Tyagi.

Have you seen his record?

-Numerous murders to his name.

-Sir!

But they don't even know him.

Maybe they're pretending

not knowing each other.

But sir, that Master ji

Tyagi canceled the hit because

he couldn't get to speak with him.

Even the waiter at the

hotel has confirmed this.

I'm sure this 'Master ji' is

connected to the case.

And to find more,

I need to go to Chitrakoot.

We've got only fourteen days

to build the case, Chaudhary!

But that's the only way

to make some headway, sir!

We'll have to know

who these four really are.

Who do they work for,

what connects them to each other?

We'll have to go back into their lives

to find that connecting thread.

Alright then.

-But keep it short.

-Yes, sir.

And make sure Tyagi's name

doesn't come out as yet.

Let things cool off a bit,

we'll give a press release.

Yes, sir.

Jai Hind, sir.

Tea, sir?

No, thank you.

Sir, may I click a selfie?

For my family.

Sir

Here they are.

Have you seen any of them before?

Sir?

No.

Never.

Their names?

Sorry, we can't let that out

at this stage, sir.

By the way, do you have

any connection with Chitrakoot?

Know anyone from there?

Nope. Why?

There's a lead we're investigating.

I know I've asked you

this before, but

Anyone you suspect?

Any threats?

Well, they threaten to

k*ll you all the time on Twitter.

Or deport to Pakistan

at the very least.

You need to be a bit careful, sir.

Hope these two officers

are with you all the time.

Sir

Even my son goes to

the Wordsworth Foundation.

-You want to give it a try, Arjun?

-Yes, ma'am.

Me nombre es Arjun Puri.

Me nombre es Arjun Puri.

-Okay, ma'am.

-Please, sit down.

Your turn, Siddharth.

You want to translate?

Please, translate for me:

My father's name is

Quiet!

Come on, give it a shot.

Try!

Come on!

I was nearby, so I thought

maybe I can give you a ride home.

Did you know that Sanjeev

Mehra studied in your school?

I can get you to meet him if you want.

Let me check.

-No, you were talking with Tanya.

-No. Why would I talk with Tanya?

-Where do you want to go?

-Maybe, some South Indian restaurant.

Tell me.

Jai Hind, sir.

We've got Mary

Lyngdoh's phone records.

There's one number she used

to frequently communicate with.

That number is no more in use,

but interestingly,

both these numbers are

registered at the same address.

It's a fruit stall on

Nizamuddin railway station.

Have sent the details

to you on Whatsapp.

Oh, okay.

In case you are around there,

could you please check it out?

I'm going to Zakir Nagar.

Taariq's uncle lives there.

Okay

-Let me see.

-Thank you, sir!

-Yeah, bye.

-Bye!

Sorry, Siddharth.

There's some work I need to--

Hello?

Hello? Who's this?

What happened, sir?

Well nothing.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

-Hi

-Hey!

Sara

Listen, can you find out

something for me?

How would I know?

You should.

This is the registered address.

My father used to sell SIM

cards along with fruit juice

to these kids at the station.

-So, he was a dealer?

-Yes, sir.

Why are the SIMs registered

on his address then?

Well, you know these station rats.

How would they have

any address proof?

So my father registered

the SIMs on this address.

How many SIMs has he sold?

He sold these for more than a decade.

You do the math.

You know this is a crime, don't you?

I'm done with that line of business.

I swear.

The rules are so stringent now.

Where's your father?

Conked off last year.

How about some

pomegranate juice, sir?

Sir, please get me some juice

Scoot off, you vermin!

An as*h*le just like

your father, aren't you?

-I'll break your ba*ls.

-f*ck off!

-Where can I find Hassan Mohammad?

-Over there, sir.

Uncle, I swear the ball

won't come your way again.

Please, return the ball.

Assalamu alaikum.

Alaikum assalamu.

Is Taariq home?

Well no, he isn't.

The old f*ck's lying.

He's inside!

Such a f*ck--

You little f*ck!

Tokas, wait here.

He isn't here, sir.

-Check inside.

-Tariq isn't here.

My nephew isn't here, I swear.

Move! Let us do our job.

Bhati, check all the rooms.

You

Sir, that's him.

Taariq, run.

Catch him, Tokas!

You, m*therf*cker!

There he goes.

Catch him!

Move!

Move!

Hey, hurry up!

It's an emergency.

Watch out, sir!

Traffic ahead.

Look ahead!

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Can we send out a lookout

notice from the headquarters?

Yes, sir.

Sure.

Send Taariq's photo

to the headquarters.

And go to the hospital with

some fruits to say sorry to that girl.

Her family is putting

up a show for the media!

It was her fault

-and it wasn't that serious.

-Listen.

Unlike you, I don't have many

career options in front of me.

This case it's all I got.

And because of this, DCP Bhagat is now

hesitant to send me to Chitrakoot.

I beg of you.

Just try not to

screw up henceforth.

I'm leaving.

Just cook some lentils.

The veggies I've chopped here itself.

Won't take long.

Manju?

Yes?

Sanjeev sir has sent

these for your family.

Pastries?

Nam myoho renge kyo

Nam myoho renge kyo

Nam myoho renge kyo

Nam myoho renge kyo

Sanjeev!

Sanjeev, wait.

Sorry, Dolly. I got to go.

But we're chanting for you.

You need this positive energy.

I know. But I really need to.

These are their names.

How did they look?

Like the man on the road

selling you pirated paperbacks.

Or the one driving your car

or guarding your house.

You know, you can meet

a million K*llers as a journalist.

To come face to face with your k*ller

There's something raw, something

primal about that experience.

Those eyes

they're haunting me.

Does that make me a weak person?

That only makes you real.

I won't judge you

if you don't judge me.

-Out, Toto! Sanjeev doesn't like you.

-It's not that. I'm just allergic.

You heard him, Toto! Out!

This thing's ruling

the Chinese markets.

It's got flavors like lime,

orange, strawberry

It's going to make me a millionaire.

Long live my brother-in-law!

How's this for a surprise?

Now ask me what this is.

So what is this?

Hold on.

It was working a minute ago.

Oh, f*ck man!

Finally.

Brother-in-law!

Tell me what it is.

Soda.

I knew you wouldn't get it.

This thing here is sparkling water.

This is what the Europeans drink.

Soda, sir, is history.

Now ask me what my latest

business venture is.

Sparkling water.

Cheers.

They were four, those m*therf*ckers.

Flexing their biceps and all,

just across the table from me.

The message they were passing:

Leave before we finish our drinks.

I just pulled out my g*n

and put it on the table.

I could practically hear the

bricks they shat on their way out.

Didn't have the ba*ls

to even look back.

I had to finish their Gobi Manchurian.

Stop bullshitting, bro.

Since when do you have a g*n?

Hold this.

as*h*le.

Speak now, b*tch!

as*h*le.

Bro

can I hold it once?

Just once, please.

Even Dad doesn't let me.

Not meant for sissies of

posh schools like you.

You need ba*ls of steel

to hold it, kid.

Just one selfie with it, please.

I've got the owner's details

of that house Tope Singh lived in.

-Will go check it out.

-No.

I'll go myself.

You keep a tab on that phone search.

This is bound to happen when

you send one Muslim to catch another!

Brotherhood of the radicals,

what else?

Didn't you see his face

when Chaudhary sir

called that Kabir fellow

"a Muslim m*therf*cker"?

Ansari!

We're getting late.

Let's go.

Let's find out Tope Singh's story.

I gave him a place to live in,

and a job.

I wanted him to handle my

business once I retire.

I was a fool to think he'll change.

The bugger duped me in business.

What could I do?

Had to throw him out.

When was this?

About six months ago.

I'm not in touch with him since.

Did you ever hear him

talk about any Master ji?

No.

I had warned my husband after

that 'incident' in the village.

And yet he took him in.

What incident?

Well, we don't know the details.

But he was in some trouble.

And given that he is my sister's kid,

I had to help him out.

Who else can tell us

more about him?

He was close to his uncle in the village.

His father's brother.

He would know for sure.

His name.

Mahipal Singh.

Haveliyan Village.

Punjab?

Why Punjab of all places?

Sir, part of the investigation.

I wouldn't have approached

you if it wasn't important.

Well, if it's so important,

maybe you should go.

Ansari is a rookie!

I'd have

but I'm leaving for Chitrakoot tonight.

When did that get decided?

Direct orders from DCP Bhagat.

Oh, yeah.

Hathi Ram Chaudhary gets orders directly

from the headquarters these days.

Alright.

Who am I to question an order

from the headquarters?

Go.

Yes, sir.

Something I have noticed.

Virk sir doesn't seem very fond of you.

I'm senior to him by a year.

In fact, he trained under me.

Back in the day in Okhla.

He was a disaster.

We used to call him "Virk The Wuss."

I came up with it.

No, sir. I got to study.

But he was a class one a*s-licker.

And that takes you a long way.

I stayed where I was.

First Okhla, then Kadkadduma

and finally Outer Jamuna Paar.

Permanently posted in

this rotting netherworld.

Well!

Two years back when he got posted

as the In-charge here,

he calls me to his cabin and says--

''Look, personal history aside

I'm officially your boss now,

so better call me 'sir'.

It's a matter of discipline."

That day I came to know.

It's me who is the wuss here.

This case means everything to me, Ansari.

Everything.