01x02 - Enemy of My Enemy

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Yes, but the government

hasn't been formed yet,

so you should play hard.

Look, politics is just like cricket.

The tables can turn at any moment.

Will you people shut up?

I'm trying to have a conversation!

-Shukla sells his ministers.

-I am fixing your rates!

So, his party is always a part

of the ruling government.

Look, if you want our party's support…

you will have to increase the price.

Sir, where am I supposed

to get four MLAs from?

It's a big number.

Shukla is the Wolf

of the ministers' share market.

They will do as I say.

But you need to increase the price.

Asthana, I never want

to speak to him again.

Sir, he's offering 40 crores.

Sir, sir, sir…

I don't know how

the call got disconnected that day.

Sir, I want to arrange

a meeting between your party…

and Sushil Shenoy.

He has a dynamic personality.

During the next elections, he'll be

of great help to you for your party funds.

Yes, some of his shady projects

will have to be approved,

but once he gets what he wants,

he won't go back on his word.

This is how Shukla became

the power broker of Shenoy Builders.

Yes, of course.

The money will reach on the due date.

Shukla's phone rings all day.

Even now, some minister must be

in trouble, so he's calling Shukla.

Yes?

Mr. Shukla, Mr. Dwivedi's file

should not go ahead.

You'd said you'll prevent it

from going forward?

The case has been handed over to the CBI.

I'll have it buried

under other case files.

Don't worry. The inquiry will be stopped

before it even begins.

Yes, sir?

I want Mr. Dwivedi's inquiry file

on my desk tomorrow.

Sir, the original file must be

with the CBI.

We may have the duplicate one

in our records.

Rastogi, do you think I'd call you

at this hour for a duplicate file?

-Then, sir…

-Then what?

Put on your uniform and return my favor.

I have given them my word.

If I don't get the file tomorrow,

your uniform will lose a star or two.

Rastogi once again had to risk his job.

Then again, he'd gotten the job

because of Shukla.

Bishnu.

Asthana, call Mr. Verma.

This is a graveyard

for many a person's dignity,

and a treasure trove

of blackmail material.

This is Shukla's safe.

There's no place more unsafe than this.

If a file with your name on it

ends up here, it's safe to assume that,

apologies for my language,

you have stapled your ba*ls on to it.

Mr. Verma…

Your file has been buried. Thank me later.

No, no. I can't get anyone from Bollywood

to dance at my house party.

I don't have that kind of status yet.

Yes, I can arrange

for a foreigner to be there.

What era are you living in?

Tell me who your son wants,

not who you want.

I see. Who?

She's a foreigner?

I'll find out.

Asthana knows everything.

All right. Bye. Okay.

Asthana, who is Rihanna?

There are two levels

to parties at Shukla's house.

-Drinks and food at the poolside…

-Any update?

All four MLAs are here.

I haven't seen them anywhere.

Inside, another party is going on.

-Should I go inside?

-Yes, sure. Go.

…and Rihanna in the basement.

Everyone knows that Shukla uses

his party's MLAs as numbers, not members.

That's why even the CM does not interfere

in his ill*gal activities.

Shukla did not make people meet.

He only pointed out the benefits

of working together to them.

Normally, these people were always ready

to strike at each other,

but by bringing these snakes together

in his paradise,

Shukla would get all

his urban development projects approved.

This is where JP's story begins.

Let's start from the beginning.

There were parties every day,

where people ate recklessly

and drank like there was no tomorrow.

I only attended these parties

to gift bouquets.

In this business full of contracts

and recommendations,

one can only find cheap and opportunistic

people like the Dembla brothers.

They looked like sofa sets

in their imported clothes.

-Thank you.

-Hey, JP!

-Hey, get a drink for J.P.

-No, thank you.

And they celebrated every new contract

with booze and bribe-filled parties.

No, sir. I don't drink, as you know.

Aided by his parents' blessings

and God's mercy,

JP was advancing in his career.

Hello? No, no, we'll do the plastering,

whitewashing, everything.

I'm coming to the site tomorrow.

We'll talk then.

No matter how successful he became,

he'd always pay attention to every detail.

The fountains should all be functional.

We're trying to create a structure,

like a geodesic dome.

It's a very stable structure.

One day, he got a letter

from the Ministry.

It was a renovation contract

for Shyama Prasad Community Center.

The Dembla brothers

used their Ministry contacts

to get the contract,

but I was the one who had to execute it.

I secured a loan ten times more

than I could afford

and bought large machines with that money.

The banks had approved this loan

on the basis of Shukla's name

on the contract.

But even they were in disbelief

over the loan amount,

and kept calling me all the time.

Yes, we'll make the payment, Mr. Luthra.

We'll pay as soon as we get the advance.

We won't default on the loan.

Sir, we're ready, no matter if the guest

is a minister or the Chief Minister.

We have arranged for the decorators

and invited the photographers

and journalists as well.

Even the invitation cards

have been designed. Everything is ready.

Don't worry

about the planetary period affecting me.

My planets are in my control.

Before stepping foot on any property,

Mr. Shukla checked both

the planetary period and the direction.

He was an expert in architectural science,

horoscopes, gemstones, and time.

Sir, this way.

Sir, one picture.

Yeah, thank you, sir.

Then Mr. Shukla took a compass

out of his pocket

and changed the direction

my life was going in.

As per architectural science,

this statue should be facing northeast.

Where is your contractor?

I'm here. Namaste, sir.

-Are you the contractor?

-Yes, sir.

-Was the plan approved by Mr. Dembla?

-No, sir.

I am coordinating

with the Ministry directly.

Who approved your plan?

Everything's approved,

right up to the top floor.

You're quite confident.

Stay on the ground.

Don't go to the top floor yet.

-Show me the plan for the ground floor.

-Okay.

-JP, where is the plan?

-I'll show it to him right away, sir.

Is that how you show someone a plan?

Sir, I do have the plan, but I had

the site cleaned for the inauguration,

so I don't have the hard copy right now.

JP, go and get it. Go.

-I'll just get it.

-No, forget it.

Look at this statue.

Look at where the mouth is,

and the nose, and hands.

But it doesn't have hands, sir.

It's only up to here.

The statue is facing west.

It should be facing northeast.

Change its angle.

Sir, if we try to change it,

the statue may shatter.

It's made by a renowned artist,

Mr. Shambhunath.

It took him ten months to make it.

If not handled carefully,

the marble could develop hairline cracks.

And a broken statue would be

even more of a bad omen, sir.

I've been studying architectural science

and astrology for the past 30 years.

And now you're trying to teach me

what's a good omen and what's a bad omen?

There's no omen worse

than wrong architecture!

-Sir, no…

-JP, keep quiet.

-No, that's not what I'm saying.

-JP, please keep quiet.

Sir, I was just saying

that I wasn't saying anything!

Okay, Mr. Dembla, I shall take your leave.

You have paid me a lot of respect.

-Sir--

-Sir, we've arranged a c*ck party…

I have more events to attend, Mr. Dembla.

-Have the plan resubmitted.

-Yes.

Shukla went away,

and with him, went the project.

JP, you've never behaved rudely

like this before.

What came over you in front of Mr. Shukla?

But I wasn't being rude, sir.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Now let me tell you what will happen.

He'll freeze all government funding.

Shukla is a very vindictive man.

Pause all the construction now

until I earn Shukla's favor again.

But, sir,

if I don't receive the next payment,

I will default on my loan.

Payment?

Shukla will get

this community center itself cancelled.

Let's go.

Sir, when is the party starting?

Which liquor will get me the most drunk?

Sir, if you drink a lot,

any kind will prove to be strong.

Shukla m*therf*cker!

Namaste, sister.

Then, he was back to where he had started.

Contractor J.P. Yadav.

You have a staircase

in the middle of the courtyard.

Was the ground floor built

after the first floor?

Anyway, look.

The basin is attached to the grill.

There's a net in front of the door.

You could've simply had a wall here.

What did you need a door for?

Mr. Kapil, your architect

should get an award.

Why don't you do the job

you've been called here to do?

-How much will the painting cost?/

-Fifty thousand rupees in total.

Listen, these small-time contractors

are swindlers.

You'd better get a big contractor.

Uh, Mr. Yadav, I'll give you a call later.

Hey, how the heck

am I supposed to eat this?

Get me a spoon!

We don't have one.

JP's company shut down,

and his life was ruined.

He's here today with Ansari Sheikh…

-He'll be here soon.

-…waiting for a cop called Baankeylal.

Rumor is he's got some special news.

Okay, so this information

is correct, right?

Look, if I get involved in this,

and then things go wrong,

I'll make sure you rot in jail!

Yeah.

Okay.

Where were you?

JP, this is Baankey, my childhood friend.

He's not my friend. We're neighbours,

so we end up saying hi and bye often.

Otherwise, what policeman

would be friends with a crook?

Police?

He's a disgrace to the police force.

He's freshly been demoted.

I got beaten up because of enmity.

Not like you.

-So did you!

-So what? I am not like you.

JP, he got beaten up at our bar.

The one where we first met at.

It's like a home to us.

Why don't you talk about yourself?

Shukla had you dragged out of bed, right?

Your AK-47 was confiscated.

Everyone saw it. Despite being a cop

himself, he got beaten up by a cop.

There are many versions of the story.

They threw a blanket on him, shoved him

into a sack and kidnapped him.

How shameful is that for a rogue?

-Don't listen to him.

-Don't listen to him.

-Shut up!

-You shut up!

You two really are friends, right?

These two grew up beating each other up,

but their partnership is unbeaten.

-You should've hit a six.

-I hit a four.

I wanted to be the opening batsman.

This bowler is weak.

And Mr. Ansari has hit a six. Now…

They were the opening batsmen in school,

college, and even at the district level.

-Did you see that?

-I'll be the opening batsman next time.

I'd have thrashed this bowler.

But I just hit a six.

No matter who won, Ansari always got

the Man of the Match award

because everyone was scared

of Ansari's late legendary uncle.

Who? Faulad Singh, right?

Oh, so he's already told you

about his badass uncle?

He was not his real uncle. His mother

used to consider him a brother, that's it.

Ansari was raised by him.

That's how he became a goon.

-But truly, what a goon Faulad Singh was!

-Hey! Mind your tongue, Baankey!

-Why?

-Uncle was not a goon.

Then what was he? A freedom fighter?

But our country

had already won independence.

He was a goon.

Faulad Singh was a fearless goon

in this area.

-Hey, let go of me!

-But he was a remarkable man.

Tall, well-built, stayed true to his word,

and came forward

whenever the occasion arose.

At the same time, another fearless leader

was emerging. Avinash Shukla.

-Whose job was…

-Mr. Sharma!

-…the usurping of power.

-Give me the chair.

He had a g*n in one hand…

As per architectural science,

I'd suggest you donate this property.

…and the planets in the other.

If his gaze fell on a property…

he'd either take money…

-I'll make sure he pays.

-…or possession of the property.

But this time,

he messed with the wrong person.

This shop belonged

to one of Faulad Singh's relatives.

Faulad Singh went to deal with them alone.

This seven-and-a-half-foot tall wrestler

thrashed Shukla

and his cohorts using a sugarcane stalk.

This was the first time one saw

sugarcane turning someone into pulp.

What do you eat, brother?

JP, whenever I miss him…

my heart feels warm.

So, what are you doing with that memory?

Go avenge your uncle's m*rder.

-m*rder?

-Yes, I'll take revenge.

-I'm just waiting for a chance.

-Right, a chance!

Your "chance" is the eighth day

of the week. It'll never come.

Faulad Singh had

an illicit liquor distillery.

It was the head office

of all his ill*gal activities.

Shukla had recently become friends

with the police and the government,

and he took advantage

of these friendships openly.

Faulad Singh would go

to the railway tracks to take a dump.

That day, he went but never returned.

And here, powerhouse-goon Faulad Singh's

sworn sister's dumbass son

-keeps bragging out of frustration.

-And what action did you take, huh?

JP, you should hear his story.

It's hilarious.

Hey, what will you achieve

by telling him about my humiliation?

I'll have fun, Baankey. Obviously.

Like how you were having fun

humiliating me.

Now, don't interrupt me!

One Saturday, he was on guard duty

at a Lord Saturn temple.

Come on, come on, follow the queue.

Mr. Shukla, an astrology expert,

was there to get rid himself

of the negative effect of Saturn.

Hey, don't cut in line!

Go! Queue up! Careful!

Because he was at the temple, he was

looking like a priest, not a politician.

Excuse me, sir. Please go back. Sir…

For the police, crowd control means

pushing the crowd.

Didn't you hear me? Join the queue.

So, our brave Baankey here

gave a historic push…

I said, go back!

…not just to Mr. Shukla,

but to his career too.

So, JP, he started staring at our hero.

What are you staring at?

-Go to the back of the queue.

-Who is this man?

Do you have any idea who he is?

Mr. Shukla could have shown him

his power right then…

Get lost!

…but he said, "God is watching."

BAANKEYLAL PANDEY

-"Let's not make a scene here."

-Ansari, stop it now.

Oh, come on. I haven't even

told him the best part yet.

-Hi, Uncle! No one's troubling you, right?

-No.

All's well?

What's up, buddy?

The bar seems full today.

-Would you like a drink?

-No. I only drink on special occasions.

This is a special occasion.

Bobby had a baby girl.

Oh, wow. Congratulations!

Sir.

-Let it be.

-Sorry, sir.

Sir, why did you call me here?

There are no suspects here.

I know everyone here.

Where were you yesterday?

-At the Saturn temple, sir.

-Did you push anyone there?

No, sir. I was just controlling the crowd.

You didn't slap a politician, did you?

No, sir. I didn't…

Have you heard of Mr. Shukla?

-No, sir.

-Mr. Calculator Shukla.

Ring any bells?

Yes, sir.

If you want to keep your job,

then take this.

Take what, sir?

Sir… Sir…

Sir… Sir… Sir…

Sir!

Sir!

This program was sponsored

by Avinash Shukla.

Sir!

Wait here!

I slapped him so many times,

my hand's swollen, let alone his cheek.

People should be

beaten up in their houses.

But we beat him up in this bar.

-Ask me why.

-Why?

Because drunkards make stories

out of events they witness.

Madan Singh!

-He got slapped so hard

-Yes, I got slapped! Bloody hell!

Yes, I was slapped in front of everyone!

But I'm the only one who's not only pushed

Shukla down the stairs,

but also slapped him!

Oh, really?

I already got my revenge

before I got beat up.

-Oh!

-What did you do?

You got beaten, and even said "death to"

to your beloved uncle.

I spit at your badassery!

-I've got some intel.

-Shove it up your a*s!

-Mind your tongue, Ansari!

-Why should I?

Are police officers

the only ones allowed to be insolent?

Oh, man!

There's no point in fighting

amongst ourselves.

We appear to have a common enemy…

Mr. Shukla.

And the news I have

can turn Shukla's life upside down.

What news?

You haven't understood the matter.

We'll have to take action immediately.

I can't run the state from the Ministry

of Urban Development anymore.

I need to fondle the ba*ls of ten

ministers to get the STF to do one job.

I'll be able to do as I please

once I become the Chief Minister.

Otherwise, I'll have to continue working

around the silly rules and laws.

We only have to buy five MLAs.

-You said three earlier.

-Yeah, I had said three…

but I want to feel secure

that this government won't be able

to rise to power again.

One more thing, Mr. Shenoy.

Now, the rate is 100, not 80.

If you delay it, it may increase.

It's a matter of 300 to 400 crores.

If it were a smaller amount,

I'd have arranged for it myself.

Look at Baankeylal's luck.

His "highly placed" source,

the whitewasher, Triloki,

was outside on the scaffolding,

listening to the conversation.

It is said that walls have ears.

Most of the time,

those ears belonged to Triloki.

And I'll rule for five years, right?

Triloki's real job is that

of an informant.

Think about it.

Oh, don't worry. Nobody will find out.

They call me Calculator.

I have planned the minutest detail.

All right, then.

Triloki is a master of disguise.

He was a liftman in

the Ashiyana Jewelry robbery case.

-Third floor, right?

-No, second floor. Are you new here?

I'll transfer the money as soon

as it is credited to Dad's account.

Hey, I drive a BMW!

Stay within your limits!

A mechanic in the Jindal Bank fraud.

A pastor

in the Pereira money laundering case.

-Claudio.

-Yes, Father?

No confessions in so long?

Tell me your secrets, my child.

Triloki has helped rob many houses,

but he's never saved a government

from getting overthrown.

-Triloki told me.

-What?

I'll let you know on which day and at what

auspicious time the money is to be sent.

Send the money to the party office,

not to my house.

My house is under Jupiter's negative

influence right now.

-Shukla is going to get 300 crore rupees.

-So?

If we fly away with that money,

Shukla will be in trouble.

-"Fly away"?

-Yes.

-Three hundred crores?

-Yes, of course.

Fly away? Like how birds fly?

Fly, parrot! Fly, 300 crores!

Want me to hit you?

It won't come true,

but it's a nice dream to have.

-What is he talking about?

-Each one of us gets 100 crores!

Wait a minute.

How do we get 100 crores each?

-Three hundred divided by three.

-And what about Triloki?

He's just a whitewasher. We'll pay him

something equivalent to his status.

If we're all taking equal risks,

we should all get an equal share.

The money will be divided into four parts.

Then it's better

if we don't get any money.

How is that better?

-It's better than getting less money.

-You have a very dark mindset, man.

It's possible you're only doing this

for money, but I'm doing this for revenge.

-When did I agree to doing this?

-We want to emotionally torment Shukla.

That's all.

-It was nice meeting you both. Goodbye.

-Where are you going?

JP, we can do it.

-Please, sit.

-Oh, really?

Have you ever seen the party office?

I have seen it.

I used to go there

to deliver gifts from Mr. Dembla.

They have ten armed police officers.

There are 100 goon-ish party workers,

three dogs, and by the way,

if you see Madan Singh,

you'll piss your pants.

Two floors are all full of this security.

There are CCTV cameras everywhere,

and on the top floor sits Shukla.

There's no way to go up from downstairs.

This is Triloki.

This is Ansari and JP.

Hello, Triloki.

Triloki, we need a man

on the inside to help us.

Someone capable, who won't be afraid

to go against Shukla for money.

Yes.

-I know just the person.

-Who is it?

But, but…

This office is akin

to belonging to your father?

Thank you. Thank you.

Bishnu…

you run the entire office.

Why do you take orders from him?

He should also, y'know,

show you some respect.

When you leave,

then everyone will…

Hey, don't leave now, Bishnu.

Mr. Shukla will become

the Chief Minister now.

He won't?

Why?

Pandit told you that Mr. Shukla…

Mr. Shukla?

Shukla?

Not "Mr. Shukla"?

Okay, so Shukla… in politics… last?

It is Shukla's last year in politics?

Then what is your plan?

After Shukla is gone…

you, next year…

grape.

Oh, egg! An egg! Egg.

Water.

An egg, water… Boiled egg!

An egg…

swimming?

Respect? Respect. Okay.

In Hindi? Maan.

Egg. Anda. And maan.

Anda-maan. Andaman? Andaman!

Next year you'll be in Andaman!

You'll lead a lavish life. Of course.

And what if Shukla doesn't go?

"Stay positive"?

Oh, I should be positive.

He can live all his life

dreaming this dream.

As if Shukla is going to go anywhere.

Pandit told him he will.

Don't you know? Pandit is gone.

But how should I ask him?

Mr. Shukla considers him as valuable

as his own ba*ls.

-What?

-Yes, he's very special to him.

Okay, so what? It's not as if he is

Shukla's brother-in-law, right?

Keep it in the safe.

And it's our own people garlanding us.

I want a list of all the ministers

that will be attending

the next rally with me.

Understood?

Sir, I understand that Bishnu is mute,

but it's not safe to trust him so much.

The safe has so many valuables.

You know everything, Asthana…

except for one thing.

Bishnu will never betray me.

Because he's my brother-in-law.