01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

Speak, Asthana.

The auspicious window will pass.

As you can see,

a fire has broken out in this slum.

Not just in the slum, there's a raging

fire in people's hearts as well.

Today, people continued to protest

against Mr. Shukla.

Were you able to talk to any leader

from that area, Anita?

Ansari Sheikh. He came forward

as the leader of the area.

Ansari Sheikh, what do you

have to say about Mr. Shukla?

As he was being

taken away by the police,

he left Shukla a threatening message.

Shukla, you are doomed!

SHUKLA, YOU ARE DOOMED!

The game has just begun.

What do you say, Asthana?

Not many people know this, but when Shukla

gets frightened, he stutters.

-That scoundrel is here.

-Mr. Asthana has asked us

-to keep an eye on him.

-Sir, file.

And keep me posted.

-The jail was like home for Ansari.

-What's up, buddy?

Upon returning home, one's younger brother

is happy to see them…

All's well, brother. How are you?

-…but their father disses them.

-Hey, dipshit! Get the form filled out.

Hey, no need to be so harsh.

He's got a star on his uniform, too.

Just sign the form.

I'll take care of the rest.

Listen, I'll need two cell phones…

with new SIM cards.

-May I help you?

-Get lost!

Come on!

Dreams are a great social equalizer.

You have made far too many enemies,

Mr. Shukla.

When does this period start?

At two o'clock tonight.

Dreams can make someone

sleeping on a soft bed toss and turn,

while making someone

sleeping on a hard surface smile.

Having a nightmare

would put Shukla on high alert.

He knew that once a pawn diverts from

its path, it no longer remains a pawn.

It could become a king in the future.

Sir.

Sir.

I need every piece of information

about Ansari.

I want to know about his cronies,

the people he meets…

if he has any lovers, etc.

Dig deep.

Those who have lost can only raise

their voices. And those are the masses.

OUR VOICES ARE STRONGER

THAN YOUR STICKS

Residents of Pathaani Tola

have gathered outside the prison

in large numbers.

They're protesting against Mr. Shukla…

-"Death to Shenoy" and "Down with Shukla…"

-Release Yakub Ansari!

Some residents of Pathaani Tola and their

leader, Ansari Sheikh, have been arrested.

Mr. Shukla hasn't said anything wrong yet…

Are Mr. Shukla's men

not responsible for this fire?

We can't say that for certain, Bela.

There's news of a cylinder blast

that could have been

the cause of the fire.

Anita, did the blast cause the fire,

or did the fire cause the blast?

The police have no concrete evidence yet.

Baankey's sister's medical report.

To wake up the slumbering one,

Shukla sent Rastogi.

Sir!

Mr. Shukla is waiting for you in his car.

Sir, I swear I didn't slap anyone today.

Go. Get madam's permission.

-Sir…

-Go.

Madam, may I come in?

Madam, I need to go somewhere

with Mr. Rastogi. I need ten minutes.

Sir, I'm here.

At the back gate, right? Okay.

Mr. Shukla was irked by the fact

that two of his enemies are friends.

-Namaste, sir.

-Hello, Mr. Pandey.

Welcome.

Get in the car.

-It's okay, sir--

-Hop in.

Don't be scared. Come.

Your sister's name is Bela, right?

-Yes, why?

-Look, Asthana.

Just the mention of her name

has fazed him.

How will he react

after hearing the whole story?

You should stay home sometimes,

Mr. Pandey.

A guy from your colony…

goes to your house

when you're not around.

Your sister is a news anchor, right?

Yes.

Be careful. You might end up

on the news because of her.

What nonsense are you talking, sir?

He's not a bad guy, though.

I've met him.

But I don't agree with this.

You know why?

Because he's betraying his close friend…

by fooling around with his sister.

I'm sure you've figured out

who I'm talking about.

You slapped me…

I slapped you back.

We've settled the score.

I consider you one of my men, now.

That's why I'm worried about you.

Alright. You may go.

Listen, friend!

If you need my help, call Asthana.

My number is 9988--

He left.

You forgot about the pregnancy report.

He's a police officer.

He should do some investigation

by himself.

The police interrogated Sanjeev

about Seema's plan.

After all, a brother knows

what's going on in his sister's mind.

It's great, right?

Bro, you're too innocent!

Stop pulling my cheeks. I'm a cop!

Brother, you scared me.

What happened?

Why are you sitting here?

-The police arrested Ansari.

-Yeah-- What!

For what?

Is he okay?

And you're telling me this now?!

At least I'm telling you. But you…

What?

I would have told you if I knew.

Your friend just can't stop

his hooliganism.

But you read the news about him today.

Brother…

I was thinking I should

make dinner for him.

God knows what kind of food

they serve in jail!

You seem worried about him.

He's in jail now.

He'll eat whatever he gets.

Yeah…

but you can give him homemade food.

The poor guy must be alone.

He's our childhood friend.

I mean, your childhood friend.

It's a misconception I had.

Baankey remembered that

he has Ansari's phone.

Finally got the time to call me, huh?

I've been calling for so long!

I can't talk right now.

I'm having Brother bring you

some food I made.

We'll talk later.

That Sweetu's brother

would manage to unlock the phone,

wasn't something Ansari

thought possible even in his dreams.

-You didn't ask me to wear a condom today.

-It's too late for that now.

What do you mean?

I'm old enough to become a mother, so I

must be old enough to get married, too.

Mother? Marriage?!

And yes, at the very least, Ansari

has started to think in his dreams now.

I've packed him food today,

but I can't do this every day.

Try to knock some sense into that felon!

Yes, that's what I'm going to do.

-Is Ansari asleep?

-No. He's had enough sleep.

He's been sleeping

for the past 15 to 20 hours.

Take him to the interrogation room.

Go.

This was the calm before the storm.

What happened?

Did you get any news about Shukla?

-You b*stard! m*therf*cker!

-As I said, these two grew up

-beating each other up.

-Stop it! What's wrong with you?

-But have they actually grown up?

-Sweetu, is it? Sweetu!

My sister is your Sweetu?

Isn't she like your sister?

You pervert!

Have you no shame?

-You…

-Wait!

-You didn't say anything to Bela, did you?

-What does it matter?

You scoundrel!

Thrash me all you want, but don't you

dare lay a finger on Bela!

She is my sister!

I'll protect her, not harm her!

You're the mistake she's made.

She will realize it soon.

I will make sure she does.

Son of a b*tch!

f*ck off, you dog!

You-- Go to hell!

m*therf*cker!

Where is the sabzi?

There are only parathas.

If you want to keep going to jail,

then forget about me.

Shukla had caused

complications in Ansari's life,

but he still had the CM to deal with.

Mr. Shukla, you're not thinking about

overthrowing the government, right?

Why, what did I do

to make you think I'd do that?

Why are you lighting fires

at Pathaani Tola?

Is there a scarcity of disputes

in your life that you're causing riots?

Look, Mr. Chief Minister,

I'm the Minister of Urban Development.

And I need to give the public an account

of my work over these five years.

Before bringing change and reformation

to society, the filth needs to be cleaned.

By getting rid of the unlawful settlement,

I'm giving prime land

and housing to the government.

Tell me, what's wrong with that?

I know very well

how much of it you're giving

to the government and to Shenoy Builders.

Are you… accusing me?

If you are, then do it officially!

No. I'm not interested.

Because you'll bring

your addition-subtraction into it.

They don't call me Calculator for nothing.

I run the government.

You aren't listening to me.

Threats only work

if the other person feels afraid.

If you don't resolve

the Pathaani Tola matter by yourself,

I will stop feeling afraid of you.

Then, I'll not think twice

before challenging you.

Well, challenge me anytime

you want. I'll be ready.

Stop trying to be

the Chief Minister, Mr. Shukla!

Bacteria grow in your stomach

only until you take an antibiotic.

He called me bacteria!

I will not spare him.

Asthana!

We need to overthrow this government now.

Even the CM knew that Shukla wouldn't rest

until he had overthrown the government.

So he began efforts

to diminish Calculator's power.

You're confusing us.

First, you said we should leave the party.

Now you're saying we need to stay.

What are you trying to say?

If we stay together, only then

can we separate from Shukla's party.

-Right, Mr. Tripathi?

-The issue needs to be solid.

And explain it thoroughly to me.

So when people ask questions

during the session, we'll have answers.

Don't worry. I'll give you a solid issue.

Environment-related issues won't work.

These issues about plastic,

temperature and air

are beyond my understanding.

If we are separating from the party,

we need a solid issue.

-Talk softly. Calculator might hear us.

-Why do you keep bringing him up?

There's no way he can get to us!

Well, you're screwed,

because he's here now!

Oh, wow.

Ministers let go of their chairs!

You didn't inform me about the venue.

Where is the meeting,

and how many MLAs are leaving the party…

Mr. Saraswat?

How many times have I told you not to

point the g*n at me? Turn it that way!

All those who are leaving the party…

move to that side.

He's the organizer.

Mr. Shukla, if you let me live,

I'll be of use to you.

I won't repeat this mistake.

Listen, Mr. Organizer.

Organizing is in the blood of organizers.

They'll keep organizing something

or the other as long as they live.

Madan Singh, I'm from your village.

Where are you from?

Shukla did not sh**t people

in a clean manner.

He'd leave the bodies bloodied

and full of holes.

sh**t when I ask you to.

With one of his ministers gone,

Shukla began his calculations.

Because it doesn't take long

to turn one into many.

I'm seeing you use a calculator

for the first time.

Today must be an important day.

It's an important night, Asthana.

It's a new moon night today.

Tonight's calculations

are extremely complex.

He's right.

Tonight, a planet is going to rise

that could end Shukla.

Good people don't die in our story.

Let's count Pandit in the list

of good people for now.

But how did he survive?

I perform a small

ceremonial ritual for him at dawn.

But now, I'll tell him, uh,

I couldn't wake up on time.

Madan Singh will drive you.

What are you doing, Madan Singh?

-Don't do this, Madan Singh!

-Any last words?

I'll put a curse on you!

Bishnu is a very fast driver.

He reached Pandit before Death could.

Shukla had made Pandit meet his maker.

But Pandit didn't

stay with his maker for long.

He'd simply swallowed a mouthful of water

and returned to the world of the living.

Your parents gave you a very apt name.

And for me,

you proved to be an avatar of Lord Vishnu.

Pandit, why aren't you resting?

Here is your almanac

and other important stuff.

Listen…

Keep donating fish

-on my behalf.

-Yes.

Make sure you never forget.

Mr. Shukla doesn't know, I hope?

You're still addressing him with respect?

Curses should be said in one's mind.

Speaking them out loud

pollutes the tongue.

Although everyone calls him

"m*therf*cker Shukla",

I won't. I am a respectable astrologer

of the highest stature.

You will take revenge

for this b*llet, right?

Of course.

There's a plan

in the works against Shukla.

We need your help to combat his planets.

Despite Mr. Shukla's

proficiency in astrology,

his knowledge cannot surpass mine.

Performing one fire ritual will

be enough to destroy Shukla.

Only one!

Nobody knows these two things

apart from me. That Pandit is alive…

and that Bishnu can speak.

Bishnu told Pandit

about what happened to his sister,

and Pandit did everything in his power

to get Bishnu's voice back.

Well, the science behind it

is known only to him.

Stay right there.

One day, Bishnu got his voice back.

These things happen in stories.

Pandit…

Bishnu asked Pandit

to keep the news a secret.

Thank you, Lord.

Good morning, ma'am.

Mr. Baankeylal?

Madam.

-This is your demotion posting, right?

-Yes, madam.

No, madam. I…

I don't know, madam.

Nowadays, all police officers

who're posted at court are incompetent,

but you are

the most incompetent of the lot.

Madam, it won't happen again.

I was lost in thought,

so I laid down for a while.

A guy is chasing after my sister.

I don't understand how to deal with it.

File a police complaint.

Madam, it wouldn't look good if

a police officer filed a police complaint.

-Save Pathaani Tola! Release Ansari!

-Move back, please! Listen to me.

The protests hadn't stopped

since the night of the fire.

News reporters from some channel or other

would keep covering them.

Rastogi…

Demolition should have started in the area

yet all I see are demonstrations.

Sir, they just got here.

-Move. You won't understand.

-Sir…

Don't step out.

The media is hovering around.

Shukla sure was angry,

but he hadn't lost his wits.

What are they saying?

Save Pathaani Tola!

Release Yakub Ansari!

"Release Ansari. Save Pathaani Tola."

Shukla immediately changed his plans.

As long as Ansari remains in jail…

people will continue

to worship him as their hero.

Bribe the judge…

and bail him out.

-Save Pathaani Tola!

-Release Yakub Ansari!

-Save Pathaani Tola!

-Release Yakub Ansari!

The court releases Yakub Ansari Sheikh

on a thousand-rupee bail.

Thank you, Your Honor.

In a game of chess, every pawn thinks

-it is the one making the moves.

-Thanks, Officer. See you soon.

Which move was made by Shukla,

-and which wasn't…

-You barely made any arguments

-and the judge gave his verdict?

-…it's hard to tell.

The judge is in the ruling party's favor.

That's why I made sure

he was the judge today.

The stuffed eggplant dish

you made yesterday was just…

-amazing.

-Hey, what happened?

Is the hearing over?

-Which case?

-Dubey, you f*ck!

State vs Ansari.

The hearing was at 10 a.m. today!

I told you to bury the file?

I'll call you back.

Baankey, mind your tongue!

Like it costs money to pull up a file,

it costs money to bury it, too.

You f*cking moron!

You should have said so earlier!

Here you go!

Take it! How much do you want?

Go to hell, you constable!

I am a Grade 2 employee.

You dare throw money at my face?!

Grade 2 is right.

You're a second-rate person!

I'll show you who's second-rate!

Dubey, I'll beat you up! Hey!

-Don't get smart with me!

-Let go of me!

Calling me second-rate?

You second-rate constable!

-I'll staple your mouth shut!

-I'll beat you to a pulp!

What's this enmity?

I can't help it.

He's my childhood friend.

What?!

Friendship and enmity

are the same thing, Mr. Dubey.

I'm sorry that I ruined your clothes.

If you ever need me, call me.

I'll do whatever I can to help.

Mr. Baankey,

the judge is bribable…

but he demands a lot of money.

Does this Ansari have

that kind of money? I don't know.

It's possible that

Mr. Shukla gave the orders.

Ansari has been released!

I'd made a point to call Mr. Asthana

and give him all the case details.

I don't understand how this happened!

Mr. Shukla got his revenge, right?

No, Sageer.

He started such a huge agitation,

and came forward

as the leader of the area.

He openly challenged Mr. Shukla.

Now this is a matter

between Shukla and Ansari..

Brother…

I'm suggesting…

why not k*ll Ansari ourselves?

It will appear as if

Mr. Shukla did the deed,

and the police won't be able to touch us.

One of Mr. Shukla's enemies will be

taken down, and we'll gain his favor.

This is Shukla's game, man!

We can't make any moves

without his consent.

But a game was being

set up against Shukla as well.

Whose pawns had been

hand-picked by Shukla himself.

Did the police beat you up?

Look. Look here.

If I roll up my pant legs,

you'll see more bruises.

Didn't you say you're friends

with everyone at that police station?

The police can never

be anyone's friend, JP.

-Who's this?

-They'll beat you and won't listen to you.

This is Shukla's astrologer.

Didn't he die?

He… is… very important… to us.

Because Shukla thinks…

that he's had him k*lled.

He doesn't look very alive anyway.

The Puranas say, "Those who laugh a lot

have limited intelligence."

Pandit got offended.

Pandit, if a b*llet couldn't k*ll you,

nothing could.

Enough.

Yes, right!

Quiet.

Shukla… will be… getting money soon.

-We don't have much time.

-Let's talk business, shall we?

Shukla can be fooled in only one area,

and that is astrology.

What are you saying, Pandit?

-He's an expert on that.

-That's why I'm here.

All that is fine, but I hope

he won't ask for an equal share.

-The shares will increase?

-That's not going to happen, Bishnu.

I'm telling you.

Is he listening?!

-Now, the amount isn't 300 crore rupees.

-See!

The amount is decreasing,

and the shares are increasing.

I have a thousand loans to repay,

where am I supposed to get the money from?

The amount increased…

-Now, the amount is 600 crore rupees!

-…so everyone lost their nerve.

And we won't be stealing

the money from Mr. Shukla's house.

We will steal it from the party office.

I'll tell you where and in which planetary

period the theft will take place.

f*ck the planetary period, Pandit!

It's impossible to get into the party

office. I've already told them why.

Don't panic.

Carry on with the planning.

Mr. Shukla won't suspect anything

because he knows

it's impossible

to break into the party office.

Baankey had made a mistake by sending

Jhumpa the friend request on Facebook.

She tracked his IP address and found

the location of his computer and phone.

And shortly, she was going to be

within reach of grabbing his collar.

He must have seen me around.

And yes,

the planetary period I'm talking about

is what will make this task possible.

Let me show you. Wait.

Look. Longer period of North Lunar Node,

shorter period of Venus.

On the 28th, between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m.

Remember, it must happen

between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m.

Will you appear

in Shukla's dream to tell him

to keep the money in the party office

on that day at that time?

Are there any more 'samples' you'd like

to include in the plan, Bishnu?

-'Sample' as in 'an ideal'?

-Weirdo.

This is my parlor.

Who is this guy?

And he has the keys, too?

-Who is it?

-Jhumpa. It's Jhumpa!

Jhumpa?

-Baby, we--

-What's going on? Move.

What are you people doing here?

Everyone knew that Triloki would now

reveal everything to Jhumpa.

I got a message on Facebook

from some Baankeylal's computer.

Who is this Baankeylal?

How can you say that it was

from Baankeylal's computer?

-I have the IP address.

-But I have a laptop.

It goes here, there, everywhere.

How can it have an address?

-Why did you send me a message?

-What?

Why did you message my girlfriend?

Everyone wanted to know

if you and Jhumpa are together.

-So you could have asked me?

-The police have their own procedure, man.

Come here.

What was the result?

Triloki!

Baby, wait a minute.

Don't laugh. I'm sh1tting bricks.

She cussed me out when

I messaged her using that fake profile.

But then why did she

come here tracing that profile?

Because I'd made a profile of

a very dashing, uber-rich guy.

Baby, why did you

go after that Facebook guy?

Why do you care who he is?

-If you could give me some clarity…

-I'll give you clarity.

I don't love you. Now what?

Oh, man!

We come here to do some planning,

but they've turned this into a soap opera!

There's an astrologer,

a love interest, a mute man,

an informer,

police, a student leader…

Gentleman, you forgot

to add 'drunkard' to the list.

Enough. All of you, leave.

Get up!

What are you gawking at?

Let's go.

-Baby--

-Not a word!

-Baby…

-Stop calling me baby.

I'm not a baby!

Now get out of my sight.

One mudi bhel, please.

How much is it for?

What?

-The puffed rice!

-Ten rupees.

That's so expensive!

Fine, make some for me.

Baby…

Ms. Jhumpa! Sorry!

-If we want to get married--

-Who wants to marry you?

I will pay…

-for all your expensive machines--

-By stealing?!

I should marry a thief?!

"Jhumpa Weds Thief"?

I don't need to tell you what…

what kind of monster Shukla is!

-Stealing his money would be a good deed.

-Don't pretend to be a good person.

You are not one.

Alright.

What if I tell you that you will also get

a share of the money?

And the amount is… 600 crore rupees.

-So…

-Here.

Go away!

Make another one.

We have no shortage of money.

But still… you'll remain a thief.

I wanted to learn how to steal

since childhood. Do you know why?

Speak.

So I could steal your heart

when I grew older.

Ms. Jhumpa…

this will be my last theft.

I will stop all this thievery

after this one.

Here's your mudi.

Hey, look at me?

Look at--

Here you go.

Mr. Shukla, we'll do as you say…

but Ansari shouldn't get away.

If you'll do as I say then…

forget about your enmity with Ansari.

Don't interfere with him

and don't provoke him.

That's not possible, Mr. Shukla.

I never had Maachis

join any other political party

because I am the boss of my party.

And I know how to get my revenge.

He'll become a candidate

of the Chief Minister's party

if you continue pursuing this matter.

-But, Mr. Shukla--

-Mintu!

You will not exact revenge on Ansari.

Sushmita, send the next person in.

Please come.

Let's go.

Since when did Ansari

become so close to Shukla--

Brother…

he beat us up with a Kolhapuri sandal

in front of our boys.

Perhaps we'll get our chance

a few years later.

You just told Shukla

that you know how to get your revenge!

I'll hit Ansari where it'll hurt the most.

Bela was not sure whether to go ahead

with the pregnancy or not.

She got some of the tests done again.

Bela.

-Hey, get her!

-What are you--

-Get in! Quick!

-What are you doing?

Let me go!

Who are you?!

What are you doing?!