I am Vasant Gawde.
The king of Mumbai.
Wadala's wolf.
Thane's tiger.
Chembur's cheetah. (whoops)
(man) Wake up, Vasant. Your parents are fighting again.
Why are you beating her?
Good time doesn't last forever. How long can our bad time last?
(Vasant) What happened here?
(man) Nothing. An old woman slipped and fell in the lavatory.
(woman) Bless you, son.
You will receive everything
-before time. -TAAZA KHABAR
(Vasant) Didn't this bridge collapse?
It was recently constructed.
I get all the news in the world before it occurs.
With the help of Breaking News, we are going to gamble.
-Two hundred thousand on India. -(yells in delight)
(Vasant) I am taking Madhu with me.
-For how long? -(Vasant) Forever.
(Madhu) Where are we going?
Out of limit!
(screams)
If you really have the Midas touch, let me show you the bigger game.
I am Kismat.
(Vasant) He can change destiny, I can change destiny, too.
Come on, motherfucker.
(in Marathi) Don't gamble. It's a crime.
Shazia, we go five billion.
I am the god of this magical world,
and you are just temporary residents, assholes.
Your blessing has become a curse, Vasant!
(door creaks)
(footfalls)
(mellow music)
(Taaza Khabar notification beeps)
BREAKING NEWS MUMBAI: BUSINESSMAN VASANT GAWDE MURDERED
(tense music)
(door opens)
(footfalls)
-(grunts) -You came to kill me, rascal.
I came to check on uncle.
I don't care whether you live or die.
Bloody idiot thinks I came to kill him.
He's lost his mind.
I am going to die.
What?
Today's breaking news.
Stop this fucking drama.
I know you're sorry. I forgive you.
Now, let's go. Come on. Come on!
(sombre music)
(Peter) Can't the news be changed?
What now?
I wait for death.
Listen to me. Currently, you're in villain mode.
What will people say if you die now?
"It's a good thing he died. "
"He was an evil person. "
(clicks tongue) Do some good deeds before you die.
So people can praise you afterwards.
Understood?
(intense music)
Look what Vasya's doing!
♪ Why are you in handcuffs? ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Life's in jeopardy ♪
♪ Let me set you free ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Are you God or a gangster? ♪
♪ Why are you in handcuffs? ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Life's in jeopardy ♪
♪ Let me set you free ♪
♪ Someone's here for me And away I go ♪
(advocate) The paperwork is done.
You are now the owner of Gawde Enterprises.
♪ Someone's here for me And away I go... Goodbye ♪
♪ These scattered pieces of the star Cannot be put together again ♪
♪ The breath that evades me How do I get it back? ♪
♪ Only memories left to look back ♪
May God give you a long life.
God bless you, son.
♪ Everyone says I've changed for good ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Are you God or a gangster? ♪
♪ Why are you in handcuffs? ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Life's in jeopardy ♪
♪ Let me set you free ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Are you God or a gangster? ♪
♪ Why are you in handcuffs? ♪
♪ Tell me who you are? Life's in jeopardy ♪
(gun fires)
(crowd screams)
I am Vasant Gawde.
The king of Mumbai.
(Madhu) Your blessing has become a curse, Vasant.
(Vasant's father) If you get involved in this illegal business,
someday some junkie will shoot you.
-(Sanskrit chants) -Move. Move.
(Peter) The year has ended and so has the blessing.
Before he died,
Vasya gave his money to the poor to do a good deed.
But some scores
have to be settled with blood and not money.
We rushed him to the hospital.
But they couldn't save our Vasya.
(sobbing)
The blessing killed our Vasant.
I warned him.
One day some junkie will shoot you.
(crying)
He's gone.
(car honking, tyres screeching)
(car halts)
(car door closes)
(yelps)
(whimpers)
Madhu!
Get back.
-Hey! -Who creates drama at someone's funeral?
Quiet.
(tense music)
It all happened so suddenly.
He was fit and fine until yesterday.
Making others suffer losses.
Then all of a sudden (snaps fingers) he died.
May God...
never let him rest in peace.
Hey... who are you?
Hey.
What are you doing?
Go ask your son who Yusuf Akhtar is.
What are you doing?
As the saying goes, children have to atone for their parents' sins.
But if the child is a bastard...
(snapping fingers)
the parents have to
pay for their sins.
-(sobs) -(fire crackling)
(Alpa) Vasu!
Hey, Vasu!
(cries loudly)
(bell clangs)
Vasya.
(crying)
(in Marathi) My dear son...
(Alpa) Vasu!
Vasu!
RECKONING
Hi, guys!
This is so good for my lips.
This makes my baby's lips soft and juicy.
Which is why my wifey only applies Fruitsy.
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For a 10% discount, use code JU-PETER 1...
4...
3!
Cut.
Let me edit this.
And send it to them.
Yes, I'll tell them to transfer the remaining money.
Yes, and soon we will have 10K followers.
Tell them to increase the rates.
They paid a thousand bucks in advance. I used that to buy a cake.
Julie.
The things you've done for me, for him,
I can never thank you enough for it.
Don't even try. Your mouth stinks.
Go and call aunty and uncle. We'll go live.
Our audience likes it.
Yes.
Aunty. Uncle.
Come down. It's time to cut the cake.
(tinkling of bangles)
(sighs)
(matchstick strikes)
(sombre music)
(sighs)
My Vasu.
(Julie) Today is a special day, guys.
It is our late friend Vasya's birthday.
(Ashok) What birthday?
Four people are going crazy after one dead man.
He put us in jeopardy.
Uncle, please...
Because of all the money, car, bungalow
I even lost the one small home I had and was forced onto the streets.
We now live like beggars in this house
that belongs to a fake foreigner from Ghatkopar.
-We were live, uncle. -What live?
What reel and what internet? Your ring light is making me blind.
Please let it go. It's my Vasu's birthday.
Birthdays are for those who are alive!
He is dead!
And he left us here to die!
What kind of a father are you?
Don't you have a heart?
My son...
-How can anyone curse a dead man? -I do!
I am a bad guy, and you all are the good guys.
-Yes, you are. You are a bad guy! -I am cursing him. I...
-He's cursing my son. -Calm down.
(Ashok panting)
(in Marathi) What happened?
Water. Water.
-(Alpa) What is happening to you? -(Peter) Is it a heart attack?
-Doctor. Call the doctor. -Yes.
(siren wailing)
(machine beeping)
(doctor) We're waiting for the results of the tests conducted on him.
Meanwhile, you can deposit the money.
(tinkling of bangles)
Doctor.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
I should have been stricter and stopped Vasya, but I never tried.
If I had tried harder, maybe he would have stopped.
And he would never have gotten in this situation.
I left my Vasya to die.
I let my Vasya...
It's all my...
(inhales)
I am dying.
-I am dying. -Don't say that. Be positive.
Look.
Vasya's here for me.
Oh, God.
My son is here.
Doctor!
I am coming.
Nurse! Doctor...
I am coming.
Stop staring.
It's me.
But... whom did we cremate?
(bangles tinkling)
(tsks)
Forgive me, Father.
Me too!
Are you mad at me?
Vasu.
(in Marathi) My son.
My son.
Happy birthday, son.
(kisses)
Nothing to worry about.
His blood pressure shot up.
We'll discharge him in a couple of hours.
You used to take Zelma 20, didn't you?
Why did you stop?
He'll start taking them.
His pressure shot up all of a sudden.
Everyone's under pressure.
Especially me.
I'll be back.
(Peter) Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I honestly thought it was a heart attack.
Asshole, why make me come out when no one was dying?!
-Silence. -Sorry, nurse.
-Are you Ashok Gawde's family? -Yes.
Get this medicine. We need to administer it.
(shutter clicks)
(Vasant) Hey, stop.
What am I going to tell them?
Why did I run away?
Tell them the truth.
Your plan failed. Your blessing got over.
You stopped getting breaking news.
How will I explain...
what Taaza Khabar is?
What is the blessing?
I used to get news before time.
We made loads of money.
Will they understand?
Even I couldn't wrap my head around it completely.
Leave it.
Do you still get any news?
I do, but only ancient ones.
Look. Even you can read them.
I never thought this would be the price I would have to pay.
I am stuck between the blessing and the curse.
Your magic has turned into a curse, Vasya.
It took everything from us.
Did Yusuf come back?
No.
And who paid the hospital bill?
Madhu.
Those we hurt the most
come to our rescue in tough situations.
Loneliness has made you wise.
These hospital guys are amazing.
Even with so many doctors, equipment and staff,
we have to buy medicines from outside.
Which way to the chemist, bro?
-(engine starting) -Let me show you. Come on.
-Vasya. -What are you doing?
(man) Start the car. Let's go. What are you doing? Hold his hand. Hold it.
(Vasant) If this is my birthday surprise, then it's a bad one.
(Peter) What surprise? I can't even afford a decent meal.
(Vasant) I knew it.
I'll get into fucking trouble if I come out.
(groans)
(Peter) Fucking untie us.
(suspenseful music)
You are alive?
Hey, that's my line.
-I thought you were-- -Dead.
You disappeared and that bloody Yusuf came after me.
I was scared, Kismat bhai
Bloody motherfucker.
This is your fault. You made this lucky man, unlucky.
Now you deal with this.
I wouldn't be hiding if I had the money.
You have a blessing, don't you?
That's why you were hiding.
You have a blessing, right?
-What? -Blessing.
Him? Blessing. He's a bloody no one.
Fucking good-for-nothing moron...
(screams in pain) Julie!
Fuck Julie.
If you don't keep your mouth shut, I'll turn you into a yolk.
(groans)
I have a question.
You get news before it occurs, don't you?
-That's not true. -Hey...
I gave a few whacks to Mehboob and he spilt everything.
But who told you I am alive?
My boys keep an eye on your house.
Now... do you or do you not have a blessing?
(hits) Cunt!
Stop this act, asshole.
Phone.
Give me your phone!
How can you get your phone?
Now tell me. I am running out of time.
Like I said, I don't have any blessings.
So... who's going to win the lottery?
I've already paid ₹12,000 million in exchange for ₹1,000 million.
They are asking for more.
They want more.
Leave that.
Tell me which stock is in the bull run.
I'll buy it. I'll invest my money. Tell me.
I don't have any money or blessings.
Then die, motherfucker!
(gun fires)
(thuds)
As the saying goes, one can find God if you look hard enough.
And you are just a rookie.
Name... Yusuf Akhtar.
Business, construction.
I make governments or bring them down.
So now, tell me your story.
Speak up.
Now!
(Vasant) All this started the night when I won my biggest bet.
Never doubt my decisions again.
I am the god of this magical world,
and all of you are temporary residents,
assholes.
(phone ringing)
(Kismat) What's this, Vardaan bhai?
I lost everything in a single night.
What to do, Kismat bhai? That's luck.
But there is a problem.
That's your problem.
Yes, it's my problem. But hear me out, son.
There were many rich men who bet money on New Zealand,
but New Zealand ended up losing.
But one moron bet on England and won all the money.
So what?
Nothing.
But one of those rich men
was Yusuf Akhtar.
He owns the city.
Everyone's afraid of him.
One loss wouldn't matter to him.
Oh, but it does, you cunt. He lost over ₹10 billion.
And more than money, he lost his reputation, which matters to him more.
Now, he's insisting that I tell him who Vardaan is.
And let me tell you something interesting.
The guy who bet on England and won,
his money was transferred to a Waseem's account.
Yusuf bhai's men are on their way to kill him.
That was my bet.
I used Waseem's account to place the bet.
So you fucking won and lost.
Now, Yusuf bhai will settle the scores with you.
And he'll start with Waseem first.
Listen, I'll find a way.
You need a fucking highway, you moron,
because you have to pay lots of money fast.
Fuck!
(Vasant) For the world, I was soaring high
when actually I was sinking deeper every minute.
(laughs)
I wasn't making any more money,
NEXT PAYMENT?
only repaying old debts.
Everyone thought that Mumbai's king,
Wadala's wolf, Thane's tiger and Chembur's Cheetah had changed.
But no.
I was on the path to damnation.
All paid back.
No.
You must arrange for ₹2 billion more according to Yusuf bhai.
-I don't have a fucking money plant. -But you do have a plant.
Someone told him.
You are never wrong.
I paid back more than what he lost.
Now this is extortion, Kismat bhai.
Unfortunately... you screwed with him.
Now you must pay.
I paid more than what I had made.
If I pull back my investments,
then I'll have to go back to sitting in the urinal.
Whether you sit, lie or suck,
you have to pay the money.
Pay the money and save both our lives.
They will kill you
and won't let me live either.
So, let's die then.
But tell him he can do whatever he wants.
I am done.
(newsreader) Breaking news coming in now.
Triple suicide.
Three corpses have been recovered from a hotel in Mumbai.
They have been identified as cricket bookies.
Shockingly, a suicide note was recovered from all three corpses.
What may have happened?
Did the bookies commit suicide together, or is it a conspiracy?
Stay with us to find out more, on Jankari 24X7.
(phone ringing)
Yes, Kismat bhai.
(Yusuf) Hello, Vardaan, aka Vasant Gawde.
Kismat gave his life.
Now... will you give money or your life?
You decide.
(Vasant) After the murder of the bookies,
the government cracked down on the betting business.
I had no source of making money.
There was only one way
to get out of this predicament.
Throwing a lavish party in the city,
creating a scene at the party, breaking everyone's hearts,
painting myself as the bad guy
was all a part of my plan.
But what happened that night...
Your blessing has become a curse, Vasant.
<i ...gave me a chance to become even more cruel.
Get the fuck out.
Motherfuckers. Happy New Year. Get lost.
And for the first time in my life, I received breaking news,
which was created by me.
MUMBAI: BUSINESSMAN VASANT GAWDE MURDERED
This is what I wanted.
For everyone to distance themselves from me
and stay away from trouble.
Vasya.
Did you get the news?
Businessman Vasya was to be murdered by Vasya from the urinals.
All set?
Yes, all ready.
Okay.
You went overboard at the party last night.
It was the sorrow of my loss
coupled with the effect of this breaking news.
But it's a good thing.
No one will remember a bad guy when he's dead.
I'll keep sending you Taaza Khabar.
Make money from whatever is useful.
But since the news of my death,
I've not received any other news.
What news are you expecting at this late hour?
The world sleeps at this time.
The shooter must be on his way. Get ready quickly.
Here. Put this inside.
And when he fires the gun,
press hard on this and fall.
(Vasant) But life is strange. Sometimes it begins with death.
(gun fires)
He doesn't look like Vasya.
No, sir. Not him. This one.
(metal door clangs)
Will he look like me?
(Peter) I'll change his face so much that no one will realise.
Just look after yourself.
(metal door closes)
(intriguing music)
(Vasant) This way, I faked my death to break free of this predicament.
Wow. (claps and laughs)
The moral of the story...
You can never outrun death.
And you are destined to die here tonight by my hands.
Why?
I already paid
double of what I won from you.
This asshole Kismat
would take more money from you and give me less.
Everyone wanted a piece of this blessing.
Greed is bad.
But not more than me.
Since you've got your blessing back,
we don't need Kismat.
He got what he deserved.
-I... will pay back the money-- -Can you restore my reputation?
That night you made me lose election funds of three cities.
And governments are built through campaigns and not social work.
As I am after you, the governments are after me.
First, you will pay, then probably I will.
Bhai,
I have a blessing.
(Peter) Stop lying.
-You'll get us fucking killed-- -Shut up!
Verma will score a century today.
You ruined the betting business.
What will we bet on now?
Chandni. Superstar Chandni.
-She will deliver a baby today. -That's Chandni's good fortune.
I'll pay back more money only if you let me live.
Listen to me.
Just let me peek at my phone.
Only once. Please.
I have a blessing.
Vasya, stop it.
These are dangerous people.
Ikka.
Peter! Sir, let me check my phone once.
I get the latest news.
You can't see it; only I can.
Your courage is admirable.
I swear! I swear!
-(Peter) Stop it, Vasya. -Only I can see it.
They will kill us.
Just lie there quietly!
Sir, only once.
Let me see it once.
Earthquake in Gujarat.
And businessman Vasant Gawde murdered in Mumbai...
again.
Goodbye.
(suspenseful music)
(trembling and clanking)
Vasya, when did you get your blessing back?
Earthquake in Gujarat. Tremors felt in Mumbai.
Like I said, sir. I have a blessing.
I get news before time.
(upbeat music)