Pakshasyam vintam kshetram drusht punyam labetvam!
Jatin… Jatin… Jatin… what's the matter?
Jatin!
Jatin, what's wrong?
Jatin!
You know it Mini, Dad loves you.
And this time Mini shall have a "Minnie Mouse" cake for her birthday.
I love you, kiddo.
Okay, please hand over the phone to Grandpa.
Daddy, Sat Sri Akal.
Duggu must have informed you… about the new case.
Yes, I have received the papers.
Let me call you back shortly.
Yes, Miss Satyawati.
Sir, he's Mr. Gurkirat Singh.
He's a family friend of the victims.
He's the one who called up the P.C.R.
When you went to their house this morning… was the door open or shut?
Uh…
What does that mean?
It was open, Sir.
It was open!
How are you related to them?
I'm their neighbour, Sir.
Uh…
My shop is right around the corner.
When you went up the stairs, was the door open?
Uh…
I guess…
Guess?
Did you fly up directly?
God knows, Sir…
When I went upstairs,
I almost fainted.
Sir… Sir…
Sir, I have a simple question.
Sir, why are the police targeting
vernacular reporters of the masses, like us?
-Get away from here… Move back… -What are the police trying to hide?
-Take him away… -Sir, I have just one question.
-Sir, you assaulted and forced… -Take him away.
a cameraman to leave.
-Why did you d… -I'm asking you to move back!
Sir, you wouldn't behave in
the same way with an English news reporter.
-Get out of here! -Why these double standards? Bec…
-Take him away! -Why is the police hiding?
Sir, I have complete information…
-Don't you get it… -You have to reply…
Hey, what are you doing?
What do you want to know motherfucker, tell me?
Should I smash your phone on the ground?
Speak up!
Saxena Sir…
This jackal pounced on me with a mic.
Sir, according to the prima facie evidence…
all clues are pointing toward homicide, Sir.
The fridge was loaded with food.
There were soaked chickpeas inside the fridge.
And who keeps the A.C. on during a havan?
And strangest of all, Sir…
a dog can't commit suicide. Right, Sir?
I request you to direct Nag Sir to proceed with the dog's post-mortem.
Six people have died!
And you care about the dog?
Why are you acting smart?
Sanjeev…
Calm down.
Mr. Sarwalia…
Some snacks would help.
What do you say?
Sure, Sir.
Thank You.
And listen…
On your way back, please get a fork and knife, as well.
-Thank You. -Yes, Sir.
So, Gadar Singh.
Let me put things in perspective.
Your suspension review is in order.
Sanjeev is lobbying for you.
But the optics here is such that…
the media will make a mockery out of us.
That is not done!
In your drunken stupor… you have caused a complete ruckus on the ground.
Since the time you have returned back from suspension…
you've been riding on high horses.
Should I show you your place?
What do you expect?
Should I stop asking questions?
Gadar…
Sanjeev…
Decorum.
Oh!
Amazing!
You brought the samosas.
Thank You!
Mmm…
Sir…
The F.I.R. will be ready once we record Gurkirat's statement.
Once we get some news of the child, from the hospital…
we can file the charge-sheet and close the case.
Mr. Sarwalia…
Some tea would complement the samosas really well, you know…
Right?
But this time…
take a little while longer.
Hmm?
A good brew with finely ground ginger and cardamom.
Get going.
So, Gadar Singh…
Have you ever seen an ant, make an anthill?
How it carries more soil than its own weight!
It uses three pairs of legs.
It knows well enough…
that time is of the essence, or else it shall be squashed to death.
Now…
Since you have made a commitment…
so…
it has to be fulfilled.
Right?
You too use your three sets of legs.
Summon your team.
Right away!
But please spare this case from running into further mess.
Got it?
Yes, Sir.
Well, actually Gadar.
Everyone loves a good feast.
Who does not like eating?
But you have a paunch showing up.
So we have to trim you back in shape!
Got it?
Yes, Sir.
Get back to work.
Malti, please get the kit.
Nidhi, note down the vitals, please.
Quick! Quick! Quick!
Someone call Dr. Shashank…
In reality when diligent reporters…
dig out the truth from graves before the police can do it…
they are rewarded with their bodies rotting in those very graves.
And for this "72-hour" show of false bravado…
the Government rewards them with medals!
His body was stiff, and he had a high fever.
I heard Swati Ma’am say that the kid had epileptic seizures.
They have been controlled by anti-anticonvulsants.
Reporters of the government are treated with sweets!
And reporters of the free press are thrashed to a pulp.
That too at the hands of a corrupt, worthless police officer…
who arrives sloshed on duty.
And due to a major lapse in judgement, he also gets suspended.
Listen, have the child's seizures subsided?
Why don't you ask Madam?
The child has diarrhoea,
and I’m repeatedly being summoned to clean up.
A devastating tragedy strikes the lives of seven members
of a happy family residing in Haqiqat Nagar.
Puppets of the media won’t shed any light on this.
All that they will do is…
Please ensure that the child's vitals are monitored. He is in critical trauma.
Keep me updated on a priority basis.
Madam, the larynx is untouched.
How is this possible in a hanging case?
Madam… Madam… Is it possible to talk to the child now?
No… Have you seen his condition?
He's lying unconscious. It's pulmonary oedema.
What, pulmory…?
His lungs are filled with water.
May I know whose diagnosis is this?
The correct one!
Madam, aren't you the psychologist on the case?
Is that so?
And who has appointed her?
Dr. Grover did.
Madam, Sir is calling repeatedly.
At least tell me when can we talk to the victim--
He’s in trauma.
Probing further can push him into a coma. Will you take the responsibility?
I have no information about your appointment.
Dr. Grover has appointed me as the case consultant till he is back.
You want to see the papers, right? You'll get them.
Yes, Sir…
Gossain. Stay connected.
There’s some information.
The reports have to be prepared.
Arrange for details of every single minute.
Make sure to put down the minutest details.
What did the Chandels do for a living?
What did they eat?
Who did they meet?
Where did they stay?
Where had they come from?
Every single detail.
Ask the neighbours.
Interrogate their friends.
Find their relatives.
Bring them back to life once again!
Ask people to cooperate with us.
Don't allow anyone to enter the crime scene.
The media has already turned this into a circus.
Photos of the crime scene and the dead bodies
must be kept out of the media’s reach at all costs!
And most importantly…
No matter what…
Do not lock horns with the locals in the area.
Don't you run a parlour?
Yes, Madam.
Such a big incident took place last night…
You must have heard something, right?
Or you might have seen something unusual?
Madam, we switch on the A.C. and go off to sleep.
We know nothing about it.
What kind of a family were the Chandels?
Just as neighbours are.
They weren’t the kind to socialize with people.
I'm sure women from their family must have been frequenting your parlour?
Now, madam… how is it possible to remember each and every customer?
Make it fast. I have to leave.
Madam, I need to open the parlour.
If you could excuse me. Please.
Sir, it's getting very difficult for us.
Why don't you get the lock opened? It's obstructing the movement.
The supply truck and our masons have both been stopped by your men.
What business did you have with Jatin and Uday?
You let us know.
We’ll open all the locks for you!
Sir…
They dealt in plywood.
And our masons merely chopped plywood for them.
They had paid up all our dues as well.
They were good people, Sir.
Who's this man?
Sir, he's a labourer.
There's no toilet in here. So we have to step out.
He'll be back in a moment, Sir.
Sir.
The business has slowed down.
And to add to that, your men have halted our work.
Please let them in, Sir.
Haven't made a penny today.
Let the truck in.
Keep an eye on all three of them.
Go check, has the labourer really gone to take a dump…
Or is Uncle cooking up a story and shitting on us.
Sir…
Should we leave, Sir?
Let's go.
Come on.
Does not look like one can make an easy escape by jumping off the terrace.
Auntie…
At least now, speak up…
Auntie…
This morning…
did you see anyone coming or leaving from here?
Yes!
The stars were twinkling this morning…
and the dogs were incessantly barking.
And there was smoke coming out of the terrace!
Smoke?
At that very moment, I saw a shadow getting down that ledge.
Shadow getting down?
What kind of shadow, Auntie?
Hey, Grandma is used to seeing shadows every morning and evening…
And twinkling stars by the day.
She has cataracts in her eyes.
Am I not right, Grandma?
Then why don't you help us, "Jackson"?
-Here… have a look at this yourself. -Wonder what…
the poor child has to endure.
Tell us, Jatin Chandel…
-How was he? -He was totally reserved.
But when one needed help, he was always first to queue up.
Just once, he had a small argument with my husband.
My husband wanted to install C.C.T.V. cameras all over Haqiqat Nagar.
That upset brother Jatin.
He asked my husband, “Are we thieves
to have C.C.T.V. cameras around?"
However, Madam,
no one ever visited their home.
Except "the two of them."
Everyone is shooting in the dark!
I want to handle this case myself.
So go ahead, who's stopping you?
Who else… But "the meritorious cadre."
They want a consent letter.
Signed by Dr. Grover.
Dr. Grover is not here.
But you are!
Uncle…
When Dr. Grover returns,
you can talk to him yourself.
You too are siding with them?
No…
I’m just standing against this.
This… Have a look.
He has published so many of my research papers
falsely under his name. Is this ethical?
Dr. Grover is like a Banyan tree.
He won’t allow anyone else to blossom around him.
And all these "merit worshippers" are the very branches of that tree.
And you too are nurturing the same tree?
Just like Kavita from the residence ward… someday you might find me hanging as well.
Sir, I'm unable to trace footage from any of the cameras.
Checked all of them. I guess they aren't functional.
No…
In Haqiqat Nagar, C.C.T.V. cameras only work during the election season.
And the rest of the time, it’s just lousy buggers
making a dart game out of the cameras.
And, Mr. S.H.O…
What are you here for?
What can we do?
How can we go against public sentiment?
And anyway, balance and order in this area are maintained by these Rakshaks.
As it is, Jamnaa Paar is an illegitimate child for all of Delhi, Sir.
Sir…
So, Kaatil Kalaiyaan.
Sir…
I hope it didn’t hurt much in the morning.
No, Sir… no.
I’m sorry for what happened this morning, Sir.
Come…
-Don't repeat it. -Sir…
Be careful…
Yes, Sir.
So tell us what transpired?
Madam received the food at the door… she paid me… and then closed the door.
What happened next?
Well, I took the money…and left.
Glued to the T.V. as if you’re some celebrity!
Idiot!
These T.V. guys are morons.
They cropped my hair from the top.
We are not sure what transpired last night.
Shocking visuals inside a Delhi residence.
-Will you have some, Sir? -No.
Make it two more samosas.
Breaking news!
For the first time from inside flat 84/35…
-soul-shattering visuals, only for… -Hey, kid!
Shove the samosas up your ass!
The video of the dead bodies has been leaked!
I asked you to secure a proper perimeter!
Now let this be.
Sat Sri Akal. Is Mr. Gurkirat at home?
Daddy is asleep!
Please allow him to rest!
Don't trouble him!
Any Tom, Dick, or Harry barges in!
Sometimes the media… Sometimes the police… Please, Sir… please!
Jatin was as dutiful as "Shravan Kumar" in this age of darkness.
Never seen such a noble boy in my life.
Brother Gossain!
Give me a moment!
What are you two doing here?
How are you, brother?
Hey, have you done something to your hair?
Any ceremony?
No dude. Nothing ceremonious.
Got this braided on a trip to Bulgaria.
Oh! Yes, your Dad went to Bulgaria, right?
For that Medical Conference?
Yup, he wanted me to tag along.
That's where I got this done.
You're so lucky, Sayon!
Have no table manners, and came here for higher studies!
The irony… I tell you!
Anyway, I’m going to get some yoghurt. Do you want some?
Yeah.
Brother, two yoghurts and one tea, please.
Swati!
Who did this?
Show me.
Sir, uh…
Let me do it.
Let it be. I’ll take care of it.
First tell me, could you arrange the crime scene photos?
The video of the dead bodies has been leaked, Miss Satyawati.
We are trying our best, Sir.
Sir…
Please let me do it. I’m used to dressing wounds.
I have been habituated to getting bruised since childhood.
So now even I have accepted defeat.
These press reporters won’t stop till they defeat us.
Have patience, Sir. Patience is the key to success.
The media and locals are doling out conspiracy theories to distract the mind.
However, the moment police show up, they all become tight-lipped.
Sometimes I really don’t get what you go on blabbering.
Sir. Purohit didn’t say anything new, the same old narrative.
Who are these two?
They are from my village, Sir.
They live in the neighbourhood.
I was trying to gather some information from them.
Since they are locals.
So, can I leave for the Hospital, Sir?
No…
I'll go there.
You go to the Post-Mortem Centre, with her.
Yes, Sir.
Listen…
Give me your phone.
If I need to talk, I will call her.
Why do you want it, Sir?
To watch a film, you moron!
May I?
Go…
Sir!
Doctor.
Inspector Gadar Singh.
Case in-charge.
-Earlier my… -Sh!
The patient is critical.
This is a trauma ward.
You please step out with me.
Saving his life is more important than your questions right now.
Sorry.
One minute.
Yes, tell me…
There’s a problem, Sir.
Nag Sir is back all of a sudden
and is throwing a tantrum on seeing Doctor Shakeel.
Can you keep the situation under control till I make it there?
Then do so, please.
Sir, you please make it soon.
Okay, coming.
I have saved your ass, Gadar.
You should thank me for that.
It would've turned really ugly if Sabharwal Sir had gotten a whiff of it.
Prasad and I have been working on these autopsies
right from the early hours of the morning.
And Shakeel…
barged into the examination room, thinking of it to be his drawing room.
And that too without gloves!
Can you believe that?
Shakeel, put on the gloves man.
Pass me a pair as well.
Thank You, Sir.
You are making so much effort for us, Sir.
Everybody must be tired, Sir.
Let's catch up at Nagma Bar this evening, after wrapping up work.
For old-time's sake.
-Sir. Just a minute, Sir! -Excuse me.
What are you doing?
We agreed upon not drinking.
Didn't you yourself commit…
this morning before getting onto the case?
Please don't go back on your word. Please.
Pandit…
Your astrology and predictions won’t solve this case.
Stop bugging me.
Do only what you are asked to do.
Go to Dr. Sakshi, and ask her to get the report ready at the earliest.
We are already running short of time.
Go.
Shakeel. You too leave.
Gadar. Come here.
Check this out.
Hmm…
Methanol.
It's a deposit from the pipes.
The gastrointestinal tract was clear.
So no compound traces, as the cause of death.
The Chandels stored plywood in their basement, right?
So must have used formaldehyde.
The compound agent. You know, something like glue?
All the samples from the fridge are clear.
We checked for adulteration.
On your request, the samples have been sent for ashing.
We'll have the reports in a day or two.
Every sample has been checked.
Except for this little fellow.
Which has been contaminated by your blood.
Sir, I was thinking… biological samples from the bodies…
Oh, Gadar…
all that will take time, man.
Everything can't be done in a day.
Let the preliminary autopsy reports come in.
We've sent the fluid samples.
So, the toxicology reports will be in soon.
You've forgotten everything, Gadar.
But it's all very clear!
Look at the pressure marks here.
Do you see any other signs on any other part of the body?
No sign of struggle. No, nothing!
The ligature marks here…
are a clear indication of death by asphyxiation.
All the bodies have similar marks such as these.
This happens by virtue of suicide.
And this one…
this is strangulation.
A classic case of suicides leading to asphyxiation.
Like most of the cases.
Gadar,
it has been a long time now.
And you have been missing in action.
Now pull up your socks. Shut this case. And focus on Mini's case.
I know what you are thinking.
Look…
Manvi is your past…
but Mini is your future.
Move on, Gadar. Stay positive.
Now how much more will you drink? Huh?
Why don't you think about your daughter?
That's what I'm doing, Sir.
It's all for Mini.
Sir, inside Jatin’s throat, there seems to be some swelling…
because of some sharp…
Not now…
"Jatin- The Sorcerer!"
He swallowed a knife…
and it disappeared into thin air!
Can you believe it?
Gadar,
six bodies are yet to undergo the post-mortem…
as well as the forensic tests for the evidence.
To add to it, you sent the corpse of that dirty dog to the centre?
Why so?
Why do you think, Sir?
Sir, a lot of people sacrifice animals.
Exactly!
Should we look at the human bodies or that of a dog?
Huh?
We have just two days left, Sir.
The diary that was found at the crime scene…
may provide us with some lead for the case.
Hmm.
I have to take your leave, Sir.
I had informed at home that I am on duty.
They'll be worried if I miss the last metro.
Alright…
I need to wake up early tomorrow.
Shakeel,
you may not be so lucky, huh?
Be careful.
Don't forget the C.F.C. reports.
Get it tomorrow.
Gadar…
Gadar… Gadar!
And there he goes!
Oh, no! He’ll land us in a soup again!
Brother Gadar. Brother Gadar!
Take this.
Brother Gadar… look at this!
What is it?
You are really strange.
Didn’t you say to make a pit-stop at the Post-Mortem Centre?
Maybe this is the cause of the laceration marks in Jatin's throat.
We need to get it treated in some private lab. We are trying to recover it.
Why do you drink in such excess, brother?
Should I take the car home?
No…
I don't want to go home.
Haqiqat Nagar.
What?
Make a U-turn to Haqiqat Nagar.
I apologise for the chaos that ensued this morning, Sir.
Today is the first day, and we are short-staffed.
In a few more days this chaos will subside.
All the news channels are also relaying bogus cooked-up stories.
They’re creating panic in the area… by spreading baseless rumours.
It is being speculated that the family practiced black magic.
Pipes, diary… and all other hogwash!
Ours is the oldest shop in Haqiqat Nagar.
I can vouch for the fact that they were extremely hard-working.
Right here…
They had started a plywood business in the basement.
And Uday… the eldest son…
he had started running a hardware store by himself.
He was a really close friend of mine.
Every day…
after dropping the milk cartons at home,
he accompanied me for a morning stroll.
Right here… at the Coronation Park.
This morning, when I saw the milk cartons left unattended on the stairs…
I went to his house to check on him.
And then…
Today was the first time I had gone to his house…
and on such a wretched day!
You never went to their house before?
Such a thing had happened earlier too…
The milk was kept unattended on the stairs for hours.
On the day Jatin got his voice back.
What do you mean by…
he got his voice back?
Aren’t you aware of it?
No.
After Dashrath passed away in an accident,
Jatin happened to lose his voice.
And a year ago… out of nowhere, he got his voice back.
There was a lot of chatter in the neighbourhood.
Tell me who does not believe in God, Sir?
But…
People are now linking that event to this unfortunate incident.
And what about those seven pipes?
Those were for ventilation.
They were installed in front of me.
But these news-makers didn't spare those pipes either.
Huh…
Are you okay, Dad?
Yes.
My son.
Sat Sri Akal, Sir.
Sat Sri Akal.
Did you take your medicines?
Yes, Son.
Come, let's go home.
Yes, dear.
Is this working?
Yes, Sir. The rest in the area are just dummies.
This is the only one that we installed for the store’s safety.
Is it possible to see the footage?
Sure.
Here you go.
I'd like to share one more thing, Sir.
When I was picking up the milk carton from the stairs…
I heard some faint movement.
I felt like there was someone up there.
That's the reason I…
went upstairs.
Pandit.
Listen to me very carefully!