(suspenseful music)
(camera shutter clicks)
Gas.
(playful music)
Sorry, sir.
No, I meant gas stove...
Oh! It's in the kitchen.
No, I...
was talking about my gas stove.
(playful music continues)
I think it's still on.
No, it's not. Just...
Did you shut off the knob?
Yes.
- The small one? - Yes.
- Did you hear a click? - Yes.
(policeman clears throat)
Sir, robberies are common in this area.
There was another one that happened in this building.
We think the thief broke in at night
and panicked when he saw Nikita.
This led to a scuffle between them,
and then he took a knife from the kitchen and stabbed her.
At least...
that's what the crime scene says.
Yes, that is what appears to have happened
by looking at the crime scene because...
the crime scene was set that way.
So that we think it is a robbery.
A thief focuses solely on the robbery,
but this killer was thinking about the story as well.
(Sharanya) Armaan.
Armaan...
Armaan.
Armaan!
(Sharanya) Just... Leave...
Um...
The killer...
was waiting for her.
(suspenseful music continues)
(sniffs)
Smoker.
(lighter clicks)
(sniffs)
Menthol.
There is no ash here.
Vape.
(exhales)
The victim could have been a smoker, too.
If the victim was a smoker, then this smell would be everywhere.
I am sorry...
I am not able to concentrate.
It closed properly, but did you hear--
Yes!
Sorry.
Um... she...
Nikita Vishwakarma.
Why would the killer still be here after killing her?
(suspenseful music)
Was he looking for something?
(police officer) Like what?
How would I know?
But he used the computer.
(suspenseful music continues)
He might have deleted or accessed a file.
He is very tall... 6'3" or 6'4"...
The smell of the gas...
was that gone? Sometimes what happens
is that it feels like it's shut and you hear the click,
but the smell of the gas--
- Okay, Armaan! Armaan! - (Armaan continues speaking)
Is she his daughter?
No, his nurse.
His assistant.
Do you want me to drive in this traffic
all the way back to your house just for the gas click?
No... no,
of course not.
But...
can you?
To hell with the gas!
- Please? - The house will catch fire.
Focus on keeping the gas working instead of it burning your house!
Please, Armaan. Look, we are getting paid for this.
Which we need desperately.
So, full focus.
You can do it.
Armaan, you're brilliant.
Wait a minute, sir.
Are you sure about the computer?
The Forensics team
did not find any fingerprints on this computer.
Not even hers.
Which means it has been wiped.
(suspenseful music)
But, sir, how did you figure out the height of the culprit?
What is her height? 5'2"? 5'3"?
Yeah.
This chair is not set for her height.
It is set for a very tall person.
(chair clicks)
Yeah...
I... I am sorry...
I still think that the gas is still on.
I am sorry, I need to check that.
I... I really should. I am sorry, I have to go.
Okay, okay, all right.
Uh... if there is any confusion, then please call me, not him.
Okay? Thank you so much.
Armaan!
See that?
Armaan Mistry.
He is a seasoned veteran.
That is why he is too spicy for some.
(playful musical sting)
(opening theme)
(Armaan) ...24, 25, 26,
27, 28, 29,
30, 31, 32.
(playful music)
Okay? I am a lot better than okay, Doctor.
One, two, three,
four, five...
How could I take all the credit?
I am just following your mantra.
I have control over my life.
(playful music continues)
Come on, Doctor.
Please don't give me all the credit.
I am just following your mantra.
(playful music winds down)
I have control over my life.
Bus stands for B-U-S.
Bharosa (Trust),
Umeed (Hope),
Shakti (Strength).
Good, good.
(clears throat)
I heard that you have been consulting on cases these days?
That's right.
As far as I know, the Mumbai Police
generally doesn't hire consultants, right?
Right... um...
The Sub-Inspector of the Vakola division is my friend.
So, he was the one who needed my help.
So, how do you feel?
Like I used to.
You mean back when you were still in the force?
Yes.
(playful music starts)
Are you ready to join the force again?
(sighs)
Uh... You... are the one who will decide that.
(playful music continues)
You okay, Armaan?
Uh... Yes.
If you have an issue with the blinds, then I can fix them.
No! No! It's...
You are testing me.
You are testing me...
Are you able to fall asleep,
or do you still have dreams about Sushmita?
If I don't dream about my wife...
then who will?
I am sorry!
(playful music continues)
(playful music stops)
(car beeps outside)
Better?
(scoffs)
Yes.
(dhol playing)
(crowd cheering)
(dhol speeds up)
(ominous music kicks in)
(dhol playing continues)
(crowd continues cheering)
(ominous music builds)
(man) Ganpati Bappa...
(crowd) Morya!
MAHARASHTRA VIKAS DAL
Did you not eat?
(politician) Say it loud, then!
Ganpati Bappa...
(crowd) Morya!
How can we start any good deed
without chanting His name first?
How do you feel, ma'am?
(speech continues)
When can I stop smiling?
My cheeks hurt.
(gun cocking)
You should get used to it.
Mr. Raut won't just be the CM,
he will be the PM someday.
And such a large task
cannot be carried out by me alone.
If I am your pilot,
then she is my co-pilot.
(Madhuri chuckles)
(audience applauds)
Come, Madhuri.
The development of Maharashtra
should be a celebration!
Now, do it loud and proud!
Play it!
(dhol music builds)
(bullet loads into chamber)
(music intensifies)
(music continues playing)
(gun fires)
(people screaming)
Third floor! Window! Third floor!
Third floor!
(screaming)
(people panicking)
Let's go, let's go.
(police sirens blaring)
(reporters clamouring)
(suspenseful music starts)
- Jai Hind, ma'am. - What is the situation, Bunty?
Ma'am, the bullet was meant for Ramakant bhau,
but it hit the bodyguard instead.
- What was his name? - Sir, Omkar.
- Omkar. - CCTV?
Our cyber hero, Nishant. I gave him the task.
He hasn't given up. The search is still on.
- Any eyewitnesses? - So many, ma'am. So many.
But no one saw anything important.
No one? Hey, where are you going?
(Sehmat) Hey! Are they distributing food here? Get lost!
(constable) Get lost. Go on.
- The shooter disappeared, ma'am. - (sighs)
Even after such a large police detail?
Who will take responsibility for this?
(Sehmat) Sir, I take full responsibility.
Save it for the press, Sehmat.
What is the plan now?
(Sehmat sighs)
We have increased police barricades, sir.
We won't rest until the shooter is found, sir.
Raut now has a chance to be the hero.
To get all the sympathy votes,
he will hold more rallies than before.
Will we be ready to give him a full security detail?
Absolutely, sir.
(suspenseful music trails off)
Thank you, Bunty.
Oh! Most welcome, sir.
(playful music)
Bunty, go wait outside.
Yes, ma'am.
(playful music ends)
(footsteps fading away)
My head is on the line this time.
Understood, sir.
I will add more men to the team.
No.
You just need one man.
(suspenseful music builds)
Mistry?
And listen, if aunty asks nicely,
then do a little dance for her, too. Okay?
Please be a good boy. Thank you. I love you. Bye.
(playful music continues)
(playful music stops)
Welcome back, sir.
Uh... no.
Now, you are the senior, not me.
So, you're not going to call me sir anymore.
In fact, I will call you Madam Siddiqui now.
(sighs)
I hope you don't have any issues taking orders from me.
How could I have issues
following orders given by the most competent officer in the squad?
I... am very happy for you.
Just... one suggestion.
You are under a lot of stress these days. That is not very good.
What?
You have started smoking again.
And you are smoking quite a lot.
You have already smoked three cigarettes since you got here.
How do you know that?
Um... downstairs... in the lobby...
that ashtray had three cigarette butts.
They all had your lipstick marks on them.
And, um...
You have sprayed a lot of perfume,
because you are trying to hide the cigarette smell.
I am just saying...
Take care of yourself.
Okay.
Let's go in. Nobody speaks until I ask you to.
Jai Hind, sir.
So, basically, you want us to hide in fear.
Never leave the house.
I am really sorry, ma'am, but I cannot
stop my candidate from holding public rallies.
My job is to make sure Raut sir is elected as the CM.
Why don't you do your job?
Arrest the shooter!
(Madhuri) Is the police blind?
Everyone knows that the opposition was behind this!
Assuming that would be stup...
would be wrong...
Uh... Mr. Raut, do you suspect anyone?
Or is there someone who may have a problem with you?
Actually, all the money I have ever earned
is equal to the number of enemies I have.
(Ramakant) That's a fact.
(Paras) Rama...
Living is more important than winning.
Just back out, man.
I will handle the media.
Excuse me?
(Sehmat) Who are you?
Paras Gupta.
Actually, if he wasn't handling my business,
then I would have never learnt the dirty business of state politics.
Paras is my partner.
And a friend.
Just quit, dude.
You don't care about yourself? Fine.
At least, think about Madhuri.
(playful music continues)
Madhuri...
Madhuri!
(Madhuri) You should back out.
(mouthing) Stop him.
(arguing)
(musical crescendo)
(Madhuri) What are you doing? Hello!
(music stops)
Um... um... I was...
- I was just organising the colours. - (Paras) What the hell?
Hello, sir! What the hell have you done?
Who is he? Who brought him here?
Armaan...
This... is Armaan Mistry.
Ex-Mumbai Police.
He will be helping us out on this case.
This was a map of all of our construction sites in Mumbai.
Everything was pinpointed!
This guy is nuts!
I am... I am sorry.
I am sorry. I can put it all back to the way it was.
I remember where everything...
Forget it. We will need four people just to fix this.
No, just listen to me. It will take five minutes.
Armaan!
- I remember all of it. Let me do it. - Please just leave it.
- Go take a seat. - Armaan, let it go.
- I can do it. - (Sharanya) Let it go.
- Armaan! - Trust me.
Let go of that!
(pins clatter)
(fist slamming)
(playful music)
Why was he kicked out of the department?
He wasn't kicked out. Discharged.
On health grounds.
(Bunty clicks tongue)
Suspended.
- Actually, his mental health-- - Is absolutely fine!
He is going to complete his psychiatric review soon.
He will be reinstated very soon.
(Madhuri) Nice!
My husband is being shot at,
and you guys have brought in this Forest Gump.
Ma'am, the department is taking this case very seriously.
Believe me.
That is why Armaan Mistry is here.
But he... (sighs)
What is his problem?
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Because of trauma.
Trauma?
Did someone hit him on the head with a stick?
No.
His wife died in a bomb blast.
Right in front of his eyes.
And the case is still unsolved.
(claps) Done!
No, I think... um...
(playful music)
Now, it's done.
(music picks up)
Now...
can we... head to the crime scene?
(music stops)
This section of the grill has a groove.
The killer placed his rifle here and took the shot.
(music surges)
(gun cocks and fires)
After taking the shot,
he cleaned both the grill and the window.
Whoever this is, he is...
uh...
professionally trained.
Contract killer.
Hitman.
Bunty, um...
Can you please take the shooter's position for a second?
Hey, give me that stick.
Yeah, good idea.
(stick hits the grill)
Okay, okay... so...
you have kept the rifle at this height.
Yeah.
What is your height?
6'2".
(snorts)
No.
5'10", 5'11" max.
I was just rounding it off.
Don't do it next time.
So, if your height is around 5'10", 5'11"
and you have placed the rifle here...
The shooter placed his rifle here.
He is at least 6'3", 6'4".
(suspenseful music builds)
The stabbing case.
The killer is around 6'3", 6'4" in that case as well.
- That's... a weird coincidence. - Yeah.
Vakola murder case?
- Nikita Vishwakarma? - Yes!
How is she related to this?
That murder had a different pattern, and it has been wrapped up.
The relatives took the body and performed the last rites.
- But my friend-- - Armaan, please!
Just because the height is similar, it doesn't mean the killers are the same.
Okay, okay...
Listen.
In our country,
do you know the percentage of people who are as tall as 6'3"?
One percent.
That's very low.
So, what are the chances
of two murders taking place in the same week
and both the suspects are around 6'3", 6'4"?
That is very weird.
Okay, just a minute.
(Armaan sniffs)
Yes!
(sniffs)
He smokes menthol.
(breathing out)
Sehmat...
It's very weird.
I don't want coincidences.
I want evidence.
(playful music starts)
(van accelerating)
(music stops)
What was the name? Vishwanath?
Um... Vishwakarma.
Nikita Vishwakarma.
Have you...
Um...
overheard that name around here?
No, sir.
The thing is I am new here.
So, I haven't gotten to know everyone yet.
But I am sure, if I ask around about this,
I can at least introduce myself to everyone.
(laughs)
And what is your name...
Myself Jay Joshi, sir.
Um...
(playful note plays)
(suspenseful music playing)
If...
you have any information on Nikita,
then please call this number.
Nikita Vishwakarma.
(suspenseful music playing)
(priest) Om Shanti...
Shanti...
Omkar...
Our Om.
Om was a brave warrior,
remains a brave warrior
and will always be a brave warrior.
Doesn't this Raut seem very shady?
He was a good husband.
You think all politicians are shady.
Armaan, I am telling you,
all of this overacting is just to gather more sympathy votes.
How is that important?
(Ramakant) I just want to say...
I want to salute his sacrifice
from the bottom of my heart.
(shutter clicks)
I am sure that
there is a connection between Omkar's and Nikita's murders.
(priest) For the departed soul to find peace,
we shall close our eyes
and observe silence.
Close your eyes.
I will tell you what the connection is.
He must have orchestrated Nikita's murder as well.
Armaan...
(quirky music)
Armaan!
(inaudible arguing)
Armaan...
(keys clink)
My keys...
We will get a new pair of keys. Please stop.
No, I...
That is Sushmita's keychain.
- I... I have to... - Hurry, hurry, hurry!
(fast-paced music)
(shushing)
(Armaan grunts)
(music builds)
(music speeds up)
(whispers) Got it!
(logs fall)
(people exclaiming)
(bystander) That's a bad omen.
(shutter clicks)
- Keep the photo ready. - Yes, it's ready.
Mr. Raut...
- One second. - (reporters) Mr. Raut! Mr. Raut!
I just wanted to ask you one thing very quickly.
What is your problem?
Didn't we hire you to solve a murder?
But instead, you are out here murdering our reputation.
Relax, Madhuri. Relax.
I just wanted to ask one thing.
Just show the...
(Armaan) Do you know this girl?
Her name is Nikita Vishwakarma.
Sorry.
I only know one girl.
And that is my wife,
Madhuri.
You guys go ahead. I will be right behind you.
Uh... please
just check it properly. It's very important.
Please.
(Ramakant talking to reporters)
No. Sorry.
See, this is why I don't vote.
These guys are just interested in making money.
Did you know Raut's party is worth ₹1,200 crore?
And a person can do anything for such a large amount of money.
(Armaan) Yes, actually...
I don't think Madhuri is the greedy type.
- She is definitely the bitchy type. - (phone beeps)
Language.
Okay.
(Ramakant continues talking to reporters)
(ponderous music)
Shall we leave?
Yes.
Thank you for embarrassing the entire police force on the cremation ground.
Forensic report?
I gave it to this intern.
What is all this intern nonsense? I am not an intern!
Relax, Nishant. Come here.
Armaan, meet Nishant.
He handles the coordination for Forensics and Cyber Cell.
I am good. Thank you.
I also handle social media for the Mumbai Police.
Without any extra pay.
Show me the footage.
(Nishant) There is nothing.
What?
The shooter knew the positions of all the CCTV cameras,
which he avoided and escaped.
But!
The bullet tracing has helped us identify the gun.
Beretta Scorpio TGT.
Mostly used by army snipers and--
Gangsters, too.
Okay. Uh...
Find out more about the owner of the rifle and the ammunition.
Government records, black market, the dark web...
Check everything. I want every piece of information.
The dark web finally! Come to daddy!
- Relax. - On it, ma'am.
- Ma'am. - Hmm?
Yeah.
- (Armaan) Um... Sehmat? - Hmm?
If we don't want to leave any stone unturned, then...
we should explore the Nikita angle also.
Both those cases are not related!
One is a shooting and the other is a stabbing.
The victims aren't connected either. One is a builder-turned-politician
and the other one was an accountant.
Armaan, I know you're convinced, but I am not.
Raut and the killer are both running around in the open.
(phone ringing)
Do you know what could happen?
Do you understand the kind of pressure I am under?
Commissioner again!
Yes, sir?
So what angle will we be exploring now?
(playful music)
Triangle.
Hmm?
Love triangle.
(child coughs)
- (Madhuri) What is your name? - Altamash.
Altamash. Photo?
(shutter clicks)
Very nice.
He is blushing.
Here you go.
(shutter clicks)
(child coughs)
- What is your name? - Saif.
(child sneezes)
- (Madhuri continues talking to kids) - (child coughs)
(children coughing)
(tense music)
(Armaan gasps)
Sorry.
Can we make this quick?
I need to visit the old-age home as well.
Yes.
Um...
Go wait outside. I will call you.
Take a seat.
(playful music)
(sanitiser spraying)
(chair creaks)
(playful music)
(grunts)
Do you have a personal bank account?
I do not need to tell you the answer to that question.
But still,
Rama and I have joint accounts.
You are... taking notes?
(playful music starts)
(chair creaks)
Um...
Your...
How long have you two been married?
(chair clatters)
(chair handles crack)
Sorry.
Seven.
Happily married?
No, it's just that...
Mr. Raut is busy with the campaign,
so the stress of that--
Stress is a part of every marriage.
But we...
We are made for each other
and mad for each other.
Anything else?
Uh, no.
Uh, Mr. Gupta...
Paras Gupta. Your friend.
I had some questions for him as well.
So, if you meet him,
please tell him to call me.
Only if... you meet him.
What are you trying to say?
Exactly what you are trying to hide.
(suspenseful music)
Stay in your limits.
Understand?
It would be better
if you stay away from me.
Get the car!
Uh...
Such a bitch.
(chair clatters)
I am telling you she is the culprit.
(phone ringing)
- Hello? - Sir, Jai Hind.
Jai Maharashtra. It's me, Jay.
- Who? - I work for Mr. Raut.
- You met me the other day. - Oh, right, Jay. Tell me.
Sir, I found something that looks like a receipt.
That girl... what was her name? Nikita.
I think this is connected to her.
Uh... okay, I will come there.
Sir, listen.
Actually, I was just leaving.
I need to put up posters in a few places.
So, how about you give me your address?
I will meet you there.
Okay, okay.
(Manoj sighs)
Okay, listen up, everyone.
Finish your work and go home.
Live your life, guys.
(sombre music)
(car explodes)
(sombre music continues)
(musical crescendo)
(Doctor) Armaan, you have to stop working on Sushmita's case.
(Armaan) Doctor, this is the only case that I have been unable to solve,
and it's connected to my wife.
I can't let go.
(suspenseful music builds)
(suspenseful music continues)
(phone beeps)
(suspenseful music fades)
I'VE REACHED PLEASE COME DOWN.
(phone ringing)
(suspenseful music builds)
(car revving)
(suspenseful music builds)
(car zips past)
(brakes screech)
(car revving)