01x03 - A History of Violence

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All right, here's another one.

That was great!

Just hear this one out.

Raju once calls some

of his buddies over for dinner.

While these guys were eating,

Raju's sisters come in and say,

"What's wrong, boys?

You haven't eaten a thing!"

So, the sisters put a chicken leg

each on their plates.

Legs, is it?

The next day at school, Raju asks

his buddies, how they liked the food.

The buddies reply

Say it, bro!

The buddies reply

Say it already!

Master ji!

Master ji!

Master ji!

What did the buddies say?

The ones who had gone for

Raju's dinner

What did they say?

The buddies said

"The food was just about okay

but to see your sisters lift those legs

that was fun."

Hello, Aru?

-Sanjeev, is this your new number?

-Yes.

Yeah, I think my previous

one was being tapped.

-This country is going to the dogs.

-Listen.

We're all disposable like Gauri Lankesh.

By the way, did you hear?

Kapoor is actively looking

to invest in a media outlet.

Who?

Vikram Kapoor.

Your defense scam guy!

-Can you even believe it?

-Sorry?

-Hello, are you there?

-Aru, just give me a second.

Dolly! Can we please do this later?

Sorry. Sorry.

We're almost done.

We'll be safe now, Sanjeev.

-Hello? Yeah, Aru.

-Yeah.

Aru, listen! I need some help.

Sure.

Do you know a good

crime beat journalist around Chitrakoot?

Someone with his ear to the ground.

Yes, Tokas?

-Jai Hind, sir!

-Jai Hind.

The river goddess answered our prayers.

A yellow phone has been

recovered from the waters.

Is it the same phone? Tope Singh's?

Looks the same to me.

Have you sent it to the lab?

Yes, sir. Forensics say the data recovery

will take a couple of days.

All right.

What the hell are you two up to?

Go over there.

Move along, guys!

You need to wrap up today.

I'm here to meet the Station Head.

State your purpose.

Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhary

from Delhi Police.

Sir!

The Station Head has gone

to the MLA's house for some ceremony.

Which way is the washroom?

Need to freshen up.

The one we've stinks real bad.

But there's GG Restaurant

right across the street.

Show them your police ID

and they'll throw in a free breakfast.

Sit down, please.

Excuse me!

Would you know the way

to Mahipal Singh's house?

Mahipal Singh

Tope Singh's uncle?

Are you talking about the Manjaar?

He belongs to a lower caste

but he slashed the upper caste boys.

Carved them open with his knife.

Up and down, left and right.

m*therf*cker!

Are you sure you're

talking about Tope Singh?

Blood flowed through the village.

Oh yeah, he f*cked them hard.

Where can I find his uncle Mahipal Singh?

Hurry up, guys!

Stop looking for that queen.

They don't make their way to losers.

m*therf*cker, how did you

land yourself a wife then?

There you go!

Now say, who does the queen belong to?

She belongs to Mahipal.

Mahipal Singh?

Now who the f*ck could that be?

He's doing really well.

Works for a big firm in Delhi.

He has made us real proud

in the community.

Well, that's what

I'm here to find out.

Which is this firm that

pays him to k*ll people?

What are you talking about, sir?

I think you're mistaken.

Oh, yeah? And how about the time he cut

those three guys up in this village?

It must be these villagers

feeding you this bullshit.

My nephew is innocent.

Let's continue this chat

at the police station.

Sir, you can do whatever

you want to do with me.

Beat the hell out of me, sir.

But you got to listen to me.

It wasn't his fault.

I'm the loser here.

I failed him.

There's no respite for a Manjaar kid

in these shitty villages.

At home, there's the wrath

of a drunk father.

And outside, these upper-caste bullies

are out to f*ck you.

I'm sorry, buddy.

Next time we'll g*ng up and thrash your

father with his own belt, all right?

Tope, are you listening to me?

They look like sh*t, they smell

like sh*t

Manjaar!

Throw a penny

and they'll suck your d*ck

That's a Manjaar!

Shame on you, kids!

Get lost.

"Shame on you, kids!

Get lost!"

-c*ck Manjaars!

-Let's go.

Tope Singh, what are you doing

with your sissy uncle?

How about you show us

your d*ck, Tope Singh?

Is it as big as a cannon or a b*llet?

He ran away! p*ssy!

Let's go!

-That m*therf*cker!

-Catch him, boys!

You Manjaar kid! m*therf*cker!

Check there!

To heck with you!

m*therf*cker!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!

-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!

-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!

-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!

-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

-The Manjaars of the world unite!

-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

When a man has no way out,

he bears it all in silence.

But you show him just

a tiny bit of hope

Hope it's a b*tch!

There's a rally passing through

your village and you're sitting out?

Don't you feel any responsibility

towards your community?

We've been oppressed for centuries.

It's time to hit back.

What's up, kid? Remember me?

Sukkha?

Sukkha who?

Now they call me "Danger Manjaar".

And I'm going to f*ck them hard.

-The Manjaars of the world unite!

-Say no to upper-caste oppression!

My hands which were chained are free now

The hands which beat me I've broken now

Look who stands tall there at the corner

It's me, the boy you once traumatized

To hell with your caste system

I'm here to break the barriers

And your bones

Run, run as fast as you can

For your daddy is coming for you, b*tch

My time to run is gone,

It's time to break your a*s

Now it's your turn to run

My time to hide is gone,

It's time to break your a*s

Now it's your turn to get scared

My time to run is gone,

It's time to break your a*s

Now it's your turn to run

My time to hide is gone,

It's time to break your a*s

Now it's your turn to get scared

I was a lost little soul,

A pigeon amongst you cats

But now I'm hard like a rock,

And sharp like a knife's edge

Your name's now marked on a grave

Your death stands in front of you,

And when the justice is served,

You'll feel every nail pierce your body

I'll hunt you in your dreams,

And my knife will carve through your soul

It's you who's the lost puppy now

I'm the son of the streets,

I feel no pain now

When your end comes,

It won't be in a hurry

I'll take my sweet time, this I promise

Come out and face me, b*tch

And wait for the storm to hit you

Quiet in deathly silence it will arrive

And then I'll leave behind this sh*t h*le

I'll become a f*cking fugitive

If that's what it'll take to k*ll you,

Oh yeah, I'll be happy to be a fugitive

It's not the man himself but arms that

make him violent.

They make him feel invincible.

He starts to think that

he can change the way things are

the way they've always been.

I heard that you are acting

too pricey these days.

A c*ck-less tiger is more like it.

Who's willing to wager?

I say this tiger has no c*ck.

I am on.

I say he has a c*ck all right.

But it's no bigger than my pinkie.

Alright, Manjaar.

Out with it.

Come on, give us a show.

Oh, wow! He's going to show it.

Come on!

Throw a penny

and they'll suck your d*ck

Alright, you punk,

now here's a Manjaar's stick.

You m*therf*cker!

My father, Balbir Singh will make

your mother pay for this.

What have you done, you fool?

Do you know what sh*t

you've gotten into?

Run. If they find you, they'll k*ll you.

Run away.

And don't you ever come back.

That's the head of the man

you thought would save you.

Please forgive him, sir.

The kid made a mistake.

You f*ck!

Isn't it enough that we

let you live in the village?

And now you expect us

to forgive your mistakes as well?

Lady, my son made your

son a promise.

That I will avenge him.

And it won't be just me,

but my ten men as well.

We never saw Tope again.

But we got the news that he

made it to his uncle in Delhi.

He took charge of Shauki's business.

Even his shady dealings.

The business flourished under him.

Shauki told us Tope conned him.

Women! And the thing

they can make you do.

And poor Tope? He was hungry

for love ever since he was born.

Who's this woman?

There was this girl.

It was all her plan.

And Tope got the blame for it.

This was six months back.

Who has he been working with since?

I haven't got the faintest idea.

Anyone called "Master ji"

that he mentioned?

He rarely called.

And when he did,

all he'd talk about is that girl Chanda.

Where can I find her, this Chanda?

Shauki would know.

He would address her as his kid.

But she was his mistress.

The whole place has turned into a dumpyard

because of the ongoing paint job.

What can you tell me about Vishal Tyagi?

They're all gangsters here.

That's how it is over here.

Every m*therf*cker is a criminal.

Hard to keep track, to be honest!

Lord Ram couldn't destroy them.

What can I do then?

Was he running his own operation

or was he working for someone?

What do criminals work for?

Money, power. The usual.

Can I get a list of people he has

been linked with in the past?

How come the good folks in Delhi

suddenly got interested in Tyagi?

Well, his name popped

up in an old local case.

I see! An old local case

Good to know.

They were on their way to

Chitrakoot, but right then

the incident happened

near Chitrakoot on highway 76

right under the noses of the UP Police.

A shameful act of r*pe and violence

in this holy land.

That's right. The land of the Gods where--

m*therf*cker!

Hello?

The r*pe case this journalist

of yours is talking about,

didn't it take place across

the state border?

Then, why the f*ck is

the news on our local channel?

Tell him to report to me, right now!

Anything I can get on

Tyagi's criminal record?

Shaligram!

Shaligram!

Lord Ram from Ayodhya had

once come to visit Chitrakoot.

Yes, sir!

And now our guest, Mr. Hathi Ram,

has come all the way from Delhi.

I want you to give him all the

assistance he needs regarding Tyagi.

He shouldn't get a chance to complain.

Here are the files of all the criminals.

Let me know if you need anything else,

I'm just a shout away.

m*therf*cker!

We keep getting visitors such as

you from the police department.

How many times do I need to say,

we've got nothing to do

with him anymore.

I can see his photo up there.

It's his mother!

He was her only son, after all.

Who does he work for?

I'm just a lowly farmer.

Haven't got the faintest

clue about these things.

May those m*therf*ckers rot in hell,

the ones who took my son away.

Watch your mouth, woman!

Can't you see? The gentleman's here.

Go inside.

Which m*therf*ckers

are you talking about?

Why don't you tell him the full story?

Lying c**ts.

As you can see, we've got visitors.

Please excuse us, sir.

Thank you for the help, Amitosh.

I searched my news agencies,

but couldn't find anything.

No wonder. Your English agencies forget

that there exists another India.

The one that doesn't speak English.

Well said, Amitosh!

You Hindi journalists have a finger

on the real pulse of the nation.

Is there any way I can

get hold of his photograph?

Now that's going to be difficult.

Please, Amitosh!

I've heard only good things about you.

They say no one knows

Chitrakoot better than you.

I know it for a fact that

only you can pull it off.

Now that you've put it like that

Look, there's no recent

photograph of his.

But there's an old one,

from his school days.

I can try and source that for you.

Works for me.

Can you please share it on Whatsapp?

In the past also, there have been

instances of violence against journalists

because of their involvement

in some shady business.

If that is not the case here, then where

is Sanjeev Mehra? Why is he hiding?

-The man is going through a personal--

-Why is he hiding?

He is choosing to maintain a low profile

that doesn't mean he has something

Respect his privacy.

Don't you think if the man is clean,

it's his responsibility

to come out in the open?

Sanjeev, we don't need these negative

energies in the house right now.

Now, he is not ready to

come out in the open.

Look, if you keep hiding like that, people

will call you coward, won't they?

Let's go for a vacation.

-We badly need one.

-Not now, Dolly!

Because that's exactly what

they want me to do.

Not for Armchair nationalists.

What do you mean by Armchair nationalists?

I am a nationalist and I am proud of it.

You can talk to me.

I need to take this.

It's a work call.

Hello?

-Did you check my message?

-Hold on.

-Is that--

-Vishal Tyagi.

Better known as Hathoda Tyagi.

Can we talk?

What do you want to know about him?

He's not human.

That m*therf*cker he is a monster.

You want to know why he ran from home?

Smashed open the skulls of three kids

with a hammer, that too in school.

Who does he work for now?

Don't want to get mixed up in this.

You could go to his school

and check with Rajbir Gujjar.

He is the sports teacher there.

He was the one who

helped him get away.

Let's go inside.

He is my younger brother.

Go f*ck yourself, you wh*re.

You have made my life miserable!

Hey!

Not when a cop is around.

And, where were you

when he left me a cr*pple?

I've come back home after a year.

I beg of you

Please, leave.

Please, leave.

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,

-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,

-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,

-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

-The hope of Dalits, the love of Dalits,

-Jiji it is, Bajpayee it is!

Long live Dalit unity!

How can I help you?

Never in my career have

I seen a shot-put player like him.

Holds the district record till date.

Another year with me, and he would

have made it to the national team.

You guys were close.

I'm sure he kept in touch.

Who remembers the poor old

high school coach after getting out?

Do you remember any teacher of yours?

Who does he work for?

What's going on over there?

Stop monkeying around, guys.

Sir, whatever he was up to outside

this school ground, I'd have no idea.

He k*lled those three kids

here in this playground.

Surely you know about that.

His three sisters had a "big job"

done on them.

Big job?

That's the lingo that

goes around here.

A "small job" means the girl

got fingered.

r*pe, now that's a "big job".

And a "full job" would mean m*rder.

What was the reason?

Cliched as hell. A land dispute.

Between Tyagi's father and his uncle.

I'm sorry but that's the going rate

for a "big job."

Plus, there are three of them.

We'll need more men.

Help a brother out, Sispal.

I'm giving you three jobs, not one.

How about a bulk discount?

Why don't you just

get a "small job" done?

Young girls get fingered

around all the time here.

It won't get the message across.

We will do it ourselves,

the three of us.

You don't need to give them any money.

Have some shame, as*h*le.

Those are your cousins

we're talking about.

Move away!

Tyagi's uncle somehow managed to

put together money for the job.

And the job got done and

had the desired impact.

Tyagi's father let go of

his claim on the land.

But nobody factored in Tyagi

in this whole deal.

And Tyagi turned out to be

the deal breaker.

Next day, in the school

ground, he did a "full job"

on his uncle's sons to avenge his sisters.

And then he just vanished.

If you knew everything, why didn't

you disclose it to the police?

There's not a single

witness in this case.

It's a matter of justice, sir.

The r*pe of Tyagi's sisters never

even made it to the police files.

To save his daughters from infamy,

Tyagi's father got them married

the very next week.

But of course the word got around.

The in-laws didn't take kindly to it.

And then sh*t followed.

They say the girls are used goods.

Tyagi loved dogs.

To cool down his hot head,

he'd make them lick his pate clean.

Time for me to go, sir.

Goodbye.

-Hello, Master ji!

-Bless you.

Press! Press!

I'm a news reporter.

I was at the police station

when I got to know that

someone's here from Delhi,

inquiring about Tyagi.

So, thought I'd

What's with the sudden

interest in Tyagi?

Just this morning, this lady

called me up from Delhi.

Sounded like a Christian name

-Some Sandra or something.

-What was she asking?

Exactly what you're asking.

Who's Tyagi?

Who does he work for?

His criminal record etc.

So, who does he work for?

Have you ever heard of Donullia?

Donullia Gujjar? That bandit?

Bandit for some, saint for others.

No one really knows for sure

where he lives or how he looks.

Barring his four or five lieutenants,

no one has even seen

him for years now.

And yet, he controls the entire

region from his jungle hideouts.

How does he manage that?

His network of informers.

They keep him

totally clued in.

And then there are his hit men.

That's where Tyagi comes in.

His most special and trusted hit man.

And on top of this entire organization

sits Donullia's brother.

What's his name?

I'm done here. Don't follow me.

But who is Donullia's brother?

Where can I find him?

Wherever I look, I see you,

Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.

Wherever I look, I see you,

Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.

I'm a policeman! If anything happens

to my bag, I'll break all your teeth.

To hell with you!

Where did the man go?

Take off your shoes first, come on!

"Hail Lord Shiva, Hail Lord Shiva.

Gwala Gujjar."

Good evening, sir!

The schedule remains the same.

In Sanjeev's absence,

Gayatri takes over 9 p.m.

And Sreeni will--

Hey! I thought you are on leave.

Nine tonight.

We're going out with this story.

The guy who tried to k*ll me.

But let's discuss this.

Maybe Gayatri can find

a way to squeeze it in--

It's my life, my story.

And I'm doing it.

Okay. What do we know of him?

We know some of his major

crimes and their timelines.

What about his affiliations?

Any political links?

Not as yet.

There wasn't enough time to--

Look, it's ten minutes to nine.

I don't know the story yet.

The videos are yet to come in.

How are we supposed to do this?

We don't have any visuals,

except a photograph.

There are no templates

ready, no run downs.

No line reporter. No panel.

I'm sorry, but this is

prime time suicide.

Are you sure we are can do

a story without the whole shebang?

Maybe we can do this tomorrow night?

What if the story leaks out by then?

We're lucky to have

landed this anyway.

We do this, and we do this tonight.

One more thing. I don't

want any ticker running.

No EPL live scores,

no ads. Nothing.

Just put me one to

one with my viewer.

Handle the PCR tonight.

Come on, everyone.

You heard him.

Let's get cracking.

-Thank you! Do you know where Nikhil is?

-There.

Nikhil! I need maps and animation

of the Outer Yamuna bridge.

I need a minimum fifteen minutes.

Keep it for the latter part of the show.

Make it as soon as possible.

Find a way to reach DCP Bhagat

in Delhi Police Intelligence.

We've got DCP Bhagat's number.

Check with him if he is ready

to come on record during the show.

Good to have you back, sir.

Indeed, it's good to be back, Zoey.

Guys, he is miked.

Going live in 30 seconds.

Please, clear the floor.

Going live in 15 seconds.

Thirteen, twelve

Eleven be ready.

Seven, six

And here we go!

Three two one.

Hello and good evening!

Sir, here's your bill.

Does Gwala Gujjar come here often?

Sir, if he started going to

every place he owns in this town

That's true.

So, where's his office these days?

I wouldn't know about it.

That man over there,

he was asking about the boss.

Jai Hind, sir!

How the hell did the

media get a whiff of this?

Remote. Give me the

damn TV remote!

There he is, Vishal Tyagi,

also known as Hathoda Tyagi.

The dreaded, ruthless k*ller wanted in

forty five gruesome

murders across several states.