Study, you rascal.
"Daamu was a lion-heart even as a small child.
One day he was traveling through a forest
when he found an abandoned bear cub.
The poor thing looked scared.
Compassion rose in Daamu's innocent heart.
He picked up the poor cub in his arms
and got him home."
-"Upon reaching home, Daamu's mother…" -Rise and shine, Your Highness.
-"was startled to see a bear cub…" -Get hustling.
"in Daamu's little arms.
His mother said, 'I understand your sentiments, my son,
but one should never separate a child from its mother.
Regardless of whether it's a human baby or a bear cub.
A mother and a child are like a lamp and its wick.
-A lamp cannot be lit--'" -You rascal!
How dare you steal again?
I swear, it wasn't me.
Like father, like son.
You'll drag the cops home one day.
-You crook! -I didn't steal it, Mom. I found it.
Oh, is it? Where?
The ditch near the railway tracks.
You ass!
People shit in that ditch.
And you put the same phone in the rice container?
Are you out of your mind?
The phone was wet, Mom.
They say if you cover it with rice, it starts working again.
And who told you that?
Everybody says so, but I read it on WhatsApp.
WhatsApp, was it?
So is it working now?
Is it?
Speak up! Is it?
Hello? Who is this?
This is the Delhi Police.
Am I speaking to Rose Lizo?
DELHI POLICE
This Mehra is a living dinosaur.
He won't get these apps.
He still dictates his emails to a stenographer.
But I'll talk to him,
and see if something can be done.
Okay.
What did you say his name was?
-Raghu Paswan. -No, I mean the SHO.
Hathi Ram Chaudhary, sir.
He's an inspector at the Outer Jamuna Paar station, not the SHO.
How much does he know about our case?
Only what we have disclosed to the media.
Need-to-know basis.
Good, it's a no then.
Sir.
What's this now?
You removed the pen drive before ejecting it.
Oh, I see…
Here, take this.
Be sure to thank him.
Sir, both the cases are clearly interlinked.
I really think it makes sense for us to bring him on board.
It's not a small-time case…
that a station inspector can plod through.
It's about Nagaland.
You've no idea how difficult it can get in these sensitive areas.
I grew up in Anant Nag, sir.
I've worked with him.
His on-ground investigation is very strong.
In fact, my sub-inspector training was under his guidance.
This was when I preparing for IPS.
Sir, if we get him on board we'll save a lot of time and resources…
-He's already-- -Hello.
Yes, Mr. Mehra.
I was thinking of calling you.
Yes.
Give me a moment.
Anything else, Imran?
No, sir.
IMRAN ANSARI ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER OF POLICE
Yes, Manju?
This Jogi seems to have disappeared overnight.
The shop's locked, and the phone's switched off.
Did you ask around?
I did, sir.
They say the shop has been shut since yesterday.
Tokas ji is trying to figure out his home address.
-Alright. -Listen, sir…
apple gourds are selling for twenty rupees a kilo.
Should I buy some for you?
If you must.
And report at the station.
Report what? Apple gourds?
Sorry, sir, I kept you waiting. Should've offered you some tea, at least.
Please, have a seat.
I too must have thrown you off with the lead I brought.
This office is quite nice.
Remember your rickety table at Jamuna Paar, Ansari?
I mean, sir…
Yes.
How's everybody back at the station?
They are alright.
Virk got a promotion and a transfer to Narcotics.
Oh, yeah. I keep running into him here.
How's your wife?
She's good too.
Sorry, couldn't make time to visit you guys after the posting.
I'm guessing it's a "no" for me then.
I tried a lot, sir.
But since this is a high-profile case…
Sorry.
No problem, sir. You tried. That's more than enough for me.
Sir, we've found Rose Lizo's phone.
It was disposed of in a ditch near the Jamuna Ghat railway station.
A slum kid found it.
Have you checked the phone records and WhatsApp?
Yes.
-I'll take your leave now, sir. -Stay for a cup of tea, at least.
No, sir, I'm following a lead.
Not exactly high profile, but someone's gotta do it.
Sorry.
Come on. Get in.
Get to it, quick.
We have to hurry.
Sir, I had promised my mother I won't be doing this anymore.
Listen, kid,
helping the police means helping the motherland.
And motherland is the greatest of all mothers.
Got it, Faisal?
Now get to it. Fast.
Damn, I've forgotten the card. Sir, do you have one?
-Card? -Yes, sir.
-What kind of card? -Say your ID card?
Oh, hell, man.
You'll get me in trouble, Faisal. Here, take this.
Bravo! Now get your stuff and bolt.
Hey!
I need my ID card back.
Now scurry off.
Ours is a legit company.
We file all our taxes on time.
So if people book tickets to go to Nagaland or Thailand,
what's that got to do with the poor travel agent?
And by the way, since this is also a ladies' salon,
shouldn't you have brought a lady cop along?
Just saying.
Here's the thing, Pappi ji.
If it comes to that,
a lady cop can be here in ten minutes,
and an arrest warrant in another twenty.
Just saying.
You've booked tickets worth two and a half lakh for Jogi.
Two and a half lakh!
I could have ferried a whole wedding party
to and fro Nagaland for that kind of money.
I don't know anything about that.
But a dozen of his men travel to and fro Nagaland almost every day.
I'm sure you'll have the receipts.
The legit company that you are!
-Of course, sir. -Let me have a look.
We have to protect the customer's privacy, you see…
Of course, it's a five-star after all.
This ticket is for the eighth of December.
When is this train reaching Delhi?
It's reaching today.
In an hour or two, in fact.
Excuse me, brother.
Send a tea vendor this way, will you?
How about some pakoras too, asshole?
Let's go.
-What's wrong? -Don't look back.
It's that cop again.
Move quickly.
Move fast.
Stop dawdling.
Excuse me, sir.
-Your ticket, please. -I was just at the platform.
Show me your platform ticket then.
-But I'm a cop. -Oh, is it?
How about your ID card then?
God! You…
There you go.
-This has been issued by the Delhi Police. -So?
The concession applies only to the Railway Police.
That's ridiculous.
What difference does it make, we are both cops, aren't we?
That's the rule. Only Railway cops are admissible.
-Got it? -Listen up!
My name is Hathi Ram Chaudhary.
Go file a complaint at the Outer Jamuna Paar station.
Hey, hey!
Hurry.
Hurry up with the bags.
Hurry up.
We've lost him. Let's get going.
Hey, Pappu!
Hey, Bunty. Did you hear from Ranga and Billa?
Nope.
Still not in. I'll teach them a lesson today.
Where the hell have you been?
A cop was on our tail.
Which one?
The same one.
You moron, what if he followed you here?
No chance.
We bamboozled him.
-Oh, is that so? -Yes.
Tricked him, did you?
If you knew the cop was after you, why the hell would you come here?
-Why couldn't you just ring me? -Jogi Bhai!
Swear on my life, Jogi Bhai.
We tricked him. Just like last time.
Like hell, you did! Idiots.
Move.
Hold this.
Here.
Who left the gates open?
-Is there a bloody party going on here? -On it, Bhai.
-Ranga, Billa. -Yes, sir.
Get the consignment out of here.
-Okay. -I want this warehouse empty in an hour.
And the two of you disappear to Hamirpur tonight itself.
-Go. -Yes.
Asshole!
Hurry! Quick! Good job!
Faster, guys. Come on!
Hurry!
Wake up!
Load the stuff and get out.
What the hell are you looking at? Get going.
Yes, sir.
Which area is this?
Kapashera, sir.
But that area doesn't come under my jurisdiction.
Mine neither, but the case belongs to both of us.
Their alarm bells are ringing. We don't have much time.
Okay, I'm on it.
Answer the call, idiot.
Move the car, you idiot. The truck needs to pass.
Ranga's got the keys.
Don't move from here.
Got it?
-Push the car out of the way. -Yes, Bhai.
I have to clean up after you shit.
The car's in gear.
You better find Ranga. Or else…
Ranga!
Sure you saw him come up?
Then where the hell is he?
Ranga!
Where the hell did the laborers go?
-What's the update, sir? -We are almost there.
Stay in here all night if you don't want to go to jail.
Understood?
Go for it.
Come on, push it harder.
-Hey! Come out! -Catch him!
Step out!
Step out, I said!
I won't spare you today!
Search there!
-Stop! -Don't move!
Make sure he doesn't move!
He's running away! Catch him!
Hey, stop!
Move.
Hey, get up!
-Search that side! -Go there!
-Where are you off to? -Sir.
Tell me.
Ansari.
Sir, this way.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, look here.
Hello! Feeding the dog isn't allowed.
Go to the right, sir.
I'll be back, sir.
Sir, one with you two together. Yes, sir.
Great, sir. Great.
Good work, sir.
How's the nose? Can I get you an ice pack?
No, I'm good.
My father has trained me well in handling pain and bruises.
Sorry, I had to inform ACP Virk as per the protocol.
Of course, it's important to follow the protocol.
And anyway, a racehorse knows
he isn't getting any shining trophy after winning the Derby.
All he's gonna get is the same old fodder.
And yet he runs, for that's all he knows.
Jai Hind, sir.
ANAND BHARDWAJ DEPUTY POLICE COMMISSIONER
Yes?
-Sir, -Yes, Imran.
We need to talk.
What's so difficult to understand about
not feeding them before an interrogation?
The idiot puked on my shirt.
I should make you do my laundry.
What happened?
Anything interesting came out of the interrogation?
We don't interrogate, ACP Ansari.
We only have a heart-to-heart conversation.
Whose consignment was it?
The consignment came from Dimapur.
Some Dhruv Mallik runs it here in Delhi.
That nightclub owner?
You know him?
That's the guy I've been looking for.
Hop along then, I'm just headed out to arrest him.
And then we can have a heart-to-heart.
Sir.
Any information on his Dimapur supplier?
What was the name?
Banwari!
What did he say the name of the supplier was?
Someone called Max Rizu.
Max Rizu.
-Jai Hind, sir. -Chaudhary,
-what are you doing here? -Actually…
I asked him to join me for Joginder's questioning.
In what capacity?
Chaudhary sir is now a part of the Thom murder investigation team.
DCP Bhardwaj authorized it himself.
Sorry for interrupting this cootchie-coo,
but my original question still remains unanswered.
Because Joginder happens to be in the custody of the Narcotics Department.
I request you to reconsider, sir.
For he was the one to nab Joginder.
Go easy on him, for he's my responsibility.
How's the nose?
Sorry about that.
World-class fool!
Where is Raghu Paswan?
What?
Don't act smart.
Where is he?
I don't know, sir.
Listen to me, Jogi.
Your men killed his wife.
You'll be charged with murder.
Sir, my men were only trying to stop her from going to the cops.
But it led to an altercation and in the heat of the moment,
she got pushed and fell under a moving bus.
It was just an accident, not a murder.
Sir.
She has a five-year-old boy.
Should I call the child over? Would you like to explain it to him?
Maybe he'll be happy to know it was just an accident and not a murder.
And your ex-employee Raghu…
He was spotted in a CCTV recording from four days ago,
boarding a train to Dimapur.
So, he's still working for you but you don't have a clue?
But, sir…
I fired Raghu two weeks ago.
-Stop lying, asshole. -Sir!
Last time you had said that Raghu quit his job.
And now you are saying he was fired from it.
Are you taking me for a ride?
Sorry, sir.
I'm warning you, you better spill the truth.
That was a lie, sir. This isn't.
I swear on my life.
I fired him after he was caught at the train station
during a police checking.
They found fifty thousand rupees on him.
I somehow managed to get him out.
When we asked him about the money, he said it was for a lady.
-Lady who? -She was the boss's girl.
What's her name?
Give me a moment, I am trying to remember…
Almost there…
Please don't hit, sir. It'll come to me.
Some kind of a flower…
Rose?
That's the one. God bless you, sir.
He said…
he would bring fifty thousand rupees for this Rose every month from Dimapur.
When my boss Mr. Mallik got to know, he beat the shit out of him.
-And then fired him from the job-- -Mallik who?
Dhruv Mallik, his boss. Runs a nightclub in Saket.
What do you know about the murder on the night of the sixth?
Sir, I swear on the Divine Mother,
my only job was to move the consignment.
I know nothing else about anything.
Spare me the drama, just tell me where we can find this Mallik.
I don't know, sir.
-Speak up! -I swear, I haven't got a clue…
He has a farmhouse in Manesar.
Virk's on his way there.
We have to get to him before Virk.
Or it'll be a nightmare to get his permission to interrogate Mallik.
And by then Raghu might disappear with Rose.
Yes, Satbir.
Sir, someone is here to see you.
-Who? -Dhruv Mallik.
What got you so stressed that you had to get an anticipatory bail order?
My client is here in good faith.
As a responsible citizen,
he wishes to offer his full support
to the Delhi Police.
What was your relationship with Rose Lizo?
She was a hostess at my club.
Other than that?
I'm engaged. The wedding is in ten days.
Congratulations, I guess.
Did you meet Rose on the night of December the sixth?
I was at home in Noida the entire night.
We had a prayer ceremony.
We can provide several corroborating testimonies.
And yet you called Rose eighteen times that night.
May I ask why?
She had stolen money from the club.
That's why my client was calling her.
Did you file a report then?
No, I didn't.
No offense,
but this whole police business doesn't suit respectable people like us.
No offense taken.
We exist just so respectable people like you can heap insults at us.
Do you know Raghu Paswan?
He is the one she ran away with.
He used to be a janitor in my club.
It was Rose who got him hired.
What about Joginder?
He's an old vendor.
Supplies fruits for kitchen and cocktails.
Is that so? His is a different version.
That's the problem with democracy.
Everyone has a version of their own.
I see…
Hand him an acknowledgment slip for the bail order.
Yes sir.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
There you go, another one plays the system.
We'll send in a request for his phone triangulation report.
Let's see where this asshole was that night.
Excuse me.
Yes, sir?
What? Where?
On the TV? I'll have a look…
We are Nagas and Nagaland belongs to us.
We will not let outside mercenaries exploit us.
That traitor…
Jonathan Thom…
He was cheating our people to feed his own greed and that of outsiders.
And we are supposed to be mere spectators?
The three confessed to killing Jonathan Thom
on the night of the sixth of December,
for his decision to join the talks for the Nagaland Business Summit.
The man in the video speaking in Nagamese,
states that Jonathan Thom betrayed the state of Nagaland.
He goes on to say that
-his group will not let the land… -These kids think…
revolution is a video game.
They don't realize that we have played that game for decades.
And it gave us nothing.
Except…
losing thousands of lives of our people.
Sir, what do you think of Jonathan Thom's son?
He had a very public fallout with his father
when he broke up and started his own party.
And when Mr. Thom decided to join the talks,
-he… -Reuben called his father,
the traitor of Nagaland.
But that's what families do.
They fight.
Exactly.
We both know this family well enough.
Reuben is an angry kid, but he would never do such a thing.
Sir, we are just trying to find
the people behind this video.
And if the girl in this video is the same Rose Lizo
who was spotted in the Nagaland Sadan CCTV recording.
It's important, sir.
So, you're saying Rose Lizo is in Nagaland at this point?
It's quite possible.
They love Jonathan.
The people of Nagaland.
If Rose Lizo is indeed Jonathan's killer,
then Nagaland would be the last place
that she would want to be in right now.
Only a hundred and eighty rupees, sir.
For that girl?
You think I'm one of those men?
Of course not, sir. I mean for the magazine.
Your wife might want to look at some new fashion.
You think my wife will look good in this?
No, no, sir… not at all.
So you're saying my wife won't look good in this?
Are you saying she's ugly?
No, no, sir… that's not what I meant.
I… I mean…
I mean it's a gift.
A gift for your wife.
-Sure? -Yes, sir.
-Really? -Absolutely.
Thank you. My wife says thank you.
Hey, where is she?
Who, sir? Your wife?
-Must be at home. -The girl, you moron!
The one on the phone there.
The morning sickness is killing me.
Mom did make me some sweetmeats to help with it.
That's all I'm surviving on.
-Manju! -Sir.
-Where's Raghu Paswan's case file? -It's on your table, sir.
Let me call you back, sis.
-Manju! -Coming, sir.
Yes, sir?
Why is this child still here?
Didn't I ask you to call that cousin of Raghu's?
That Kishore.
Sir, I did call him but he refused to take responsibility.
He said there were already too many at his place.
I checked with Raghu's parents in Bihar.
But they can't make it, the old man's ill.
It's not like I don't care about the child.
After all, I'm a mom-to-be myself.
I have been cooking sweetmeats for him for the last two days.
-You can check with him yourself. -No, it's all right.
Did you wet your pants again, kid?
How about that children's home in Patparganj?
Shishu Basera, you mean? I did call them.
Since it's winter, there's a shortage of beds.
He'll have to sleep on the floor.
-What about the Seemapuri one? -Sir.
God forbid, no!
Don't you remember the two cases from last year?
Yeah, okay.
Got late today?
Are you out of your mind?
What if his father comes back and slits my throat?
And why would he do that?
If he really cared for the child, he would've taken him along.
Wouldn't have just disappeared like that on him.
The child is motherless, please understand.
And didn't you say you've been feeling lonely since Siddharth left for college?
I miss my own child.
Doesn't mean I want to mother the whole town.
It's just a matter of two days.
I'll find him a decent orphanage, problem solved.
And if you are not comfortable with it, I'll look after him.
I mean how hard can feeding a child twice a day be?
Just two days.
Promise?
-Hello? -Tell me.
Rose Lizo has been spotted in Nagaland.
I'm sending you the ticket.
ACP Ansari will join you at the airport tomorrow morning.
-Tomorrow morning, is it? -Yes.
-Fine. -Jai Hind, sir.
Jai Hind.
What's going on?
I have to leave for Nagaland tomorrow morning.