Come on, guys.
Please settle down.
Today we really need to think hard...
We were just thinking for a solution.
Why are you looking low? You are included too!
Maybe he has some fancy family connections!
I didn't realise that our staff size is so small.
Joy Sir!
Come, quick!
Anyway... as promised, we're turning a new leaf today.
When the afternoon edition got shut,
We owners were worried...
Lesser workload for you would mean,
we would not get the work worth your given salaries, etc.
But then we realized,
that we have to follow a totally different path -
And that is the digital path.
And that's when we were really, really lucky...
And we found Varsha Rajput,
your new Digital Editor.
In fact, in her job interview,
she's promised to suck your blood more!
Anyway, ladies and gentlemen,
allow me to present Varsha Rajput,
with a warm round of applause.
Thank you Somak,
for introducing me as the new resident leech!
So, news is 'now'!
It is on Facebook, Twitter...
and not just your morning newspaper.
And we have to contend with it.
The plan is to keep the brand alive.
So digital breaks in first...
and print follows with more in-depth stuff.
But there's no looking away from the future.
And the future is--
What do you want to do about this Shetty shootout?
Meaning?
You know the drill, boss.
It's a gang shootout.
Front page!
The story will run for four weeks.
Four weeks?
"Gangster shot dead."
Where's the story?
For the last 10 years,
Shetty was the king of currency smuggling.
Whoever killed him will now grab control...
There's a new king in town!
Why don't you understand, Joy?
-Another gang murder story won't cut it. -[Criminal history, whereabouts...]
-Majumdar's hounding me! -[Get the details, quick]
If I don't produce a big story...
He'll move me to the bloody fashion page.
Don't worry, boss...
I'll get you the story in 48 hours.
"Shetty's shooter tells all!"
Even before the cops.
Then you can directly break it on...
What was she saying? Tweet!
I see you've become curvier...
You're getting sexier by the day!
In the office, you're such a mouse...
You're a tiger only in the parking lot!
Really?
Instead of taunting me,
how about you finish writing my book?
Left with the last few pages.
You'll have the draft day after.
-You sure? -Yes.
-Promise? -Yes!
The phone's ringing.
Leave it!
One sec...
Damn!
Yes, tell me.
Where do we meet?
Okay.
I got a tip.
It's urgent.
I have to go.
Get up.
Don't forget to take leave for tomorrow.
The rental meeting is at 11 am.
-Fine, mom! -Hey, wait!
What's up?
Get me my usual...
What's up?
How are you, sir?
Just about alive.
Atta boy! Got the info already?
I hope you're not the killer!
Come on! When you called,
I dropped everything and did your work first.
Wanna see?
Show me.
Pappu Sangli.
He's new.
Took 30000 rupees to kill Shetty.
You'll find him at the dock tonight at 2...
smuggling something out.
He better be there, or I'll get screwed.
Just trust me.
Hello, Sir! How are you?
Good, and you?
Wait, don't get him drunk!
He just got paid...
He's got to be sober to screw his girlfriend.
Which one, sir?
This ass dates six women at the same time.
Don't cramp my style, dude! Move along!
Someone's at the door.
Finally!
Our guest of honour has arrived!
We nearly polished off the bottle,
Here's the last drink for you!
Make him a drink.
Yes!
-One drink, bro! -No, I'm good.
Come on, one drink.
Give it to him.
No, no...
Joy, one drink!
I'm your best friend.
For friendship's sake!
Tell him to have one drink at least, Shweta.
Shweta, don't come without him!
Such pressure!
What's up with you?
Can you chill and hang out with us for once?
They've been asking for you!
I've had a long day.
I'm in no mood for this.
Finally, he's here!
That's the spirit!
This is my best friend!
Turn up the volume!
She's still on her first peg!
He's gone, man!
Dude...
The press release...
Nobody's listening to you!
Enough, now. This is your last drink.
I'm not drunk, man!
Man, there's amazing pizza!
I don't want it. You have it.
No...
Today, Joy Sir can't play Discipline Daddy!
The legend has to have dinner with us.
Yes!
Shweta, what say?
Come on.
One slice won't hurt.
That's our girl!
You have to eat with us today.
One bite. Come on...
No, man...
Come on, say something!
I don't want to have it.
No, no.
Just a bit, for our sake.
Come on. Open your mouth.
I just want you to eat it.
One bite, for friendship's sake!
Just have it!
Don't do it!
What the hell are you doing, man?
I don't want to have it!
Scumbag!
What is this?
Great bloody party!
What the hell are you doing?
Come, say sorry to him. Come on.
I don't want to create a scene here!
Everyone's drunk inside,
and so are you.
Go, enjoy your party.
Without you?
Spending some time with me won't kill you!
It's good we don't spend time with each other.
At least we don't have to act like one happy family!
Just get lost...
Get lost!
I'll come with you to the dock.
I'm under pressure.
I need Sangli's picture.
For the front page.
Are you nuts?
Couldn't you tell me beforehand?
Come tomorrow morning.
I can't allow you at night. It's protocol!
Fine.
I'll call Tawde then. Crime Branch.
Going by protocol, it's his case, right?
What happened, sir?
I've never seen you this angry before.
Let him be, Samant...
He's crazy.
You want to fix his mood, just give him a new story.
Hey Joy!
I met your best friend at Patil's party the other day!
That writer...
who wrote the Dongri shootout book.
He was sloshed...
high as a kite!
He asked me, "Where's Joy?"
"Tell him his paper's getting sold."
"The new owners are implicated in tax fraud,"
"and 3-4 other big cases."
Good times ahead!
Keep this there. Quick!
Unload the cargo quickly!
Usman,
wanna get thrashed?
What the hell are you doing?
Praveen, what's wrong with your foot?
Move it, quick!
Bloody bunch of clowns!
Hey bro!
Is this a goddamn circus? Hurry up!
Help!
Hey, Sangli!
Stop!
Bhonsle!
He's getting away!
Run, scoundrel!
Bhonsle!
Bloody rat!
Bhonsle!
Get off me, ass!
You scoundrel...
Screw you!
I'll show you!
You want a photo?
You bloody pest!
Bloody scum...
trying to be a hero, are you?
Let go!
Screw you!
Let go, you bloody leech!
Where the hell is everyone?
Catch him!
Are you insane?
It's just a small injury, Mom.
Really?
Your shirt was blood-soaked
when you brought it for a wash.
What a wretch his wife is!
She put him to sleep in this state!
Wear your spectacle carefully.
Couldn't she take him to hospital?
Come back after a week.
Mom...
This is Prerna.
This is my mother...
And that's my brother.
That new physio, for your leg pain?
She recommended him.
Thank you so much, dear.
He's told us so much about you!
You must come home someday.
I'll cancel the meeting, then...
That meeting we had?
No, let's go.
I have to leave now, it's urgent.
Jeetu, listen...
Get mom's medicines and drop them home.
-Take care of yourself. -I will.
I need you to look into something important.
Okay, boss.
I've heard that our paper is being bought over.
The new owners are involved in tax fraud.
Get me the lowdown, but quietly.
Okay, boss...
Give me a week, and I'll get you all the dirt.
That's the spirit.
Prerna!
What do you do?
What?
Where do you work?
I'm a journalist...
at Despatch.
Crime beat.
She works there too.
Yes sir. I've attached their marriage card to the file...
We spoke to the owner already,
so we thought we could do the verification
and check out the flat, too.
The owner has no say in this.
We're the ones who live here.
Are you out late often, ma'am?
We have to work late nights, so you can enjoy your morning paper!
-It takes time... -One minute, mister.
I was speaking to her.
Let her answer.
Yes, madam.
Can you please talk nicely?
He's just back from the hospital.
I don't care where you're coming from.
We've had terrible experiences with media folks in the past.
The last time we rented out a flat to someone...
They were very noisy.
Fought loudly all night.
I hear you, sir...
We'll live peacefully.
There will be no issues.
Should we sign?
What nonsense is this?
This isn't a hostel. We're renting a flat.
But rules are rules, right?
We'll follow them, okay?
What do you mean, J?
He's being so rude!
I'm being rude?
You're the one being rude, madam!
I'm only asking routine questions.
This society isn't your Dad's property!
Excuse me?
What the...
How can he talk like that?
We can't rent flats on a whim! If anything goes wrong...
I'll be held responsible!
Please don't misunderstand, sir...
What will go wrong? Do we look like criminals to you?
Ma'am, mind your language!
And lower your voice!
-Just keep quiet. -Can't you hear what he's saying?
He's so rude... Can't you listen to what he's saying?
He's being obnoxious and you're taking his side!
I'm obnoxious? How dare you!
Who does she think she is?
-Sir, she didn't mean it like that... -How dare she!
Joy!
He's being bloody sexist right now.
Do you not hear him?
What if he continues harassing us later?
Hold it, lady! What the hell do you mean?
When we put you on the front page of the newspaper!
Front page or a hoarding - I don't give a damn!
You can't live here!
-What are you doing? -I'm doing something, Joy?
How is he talking to me? Is that okay?
-Somebody's talking to me like this. -You're not letting me talk!
No, you're not saying anything, Joy.
-You're instigating unnecessarily... -I'm instigating him?
I don't care! Get the hell out of here!
Why did you start fighting?
I started fighting?
That bastard was picking a fight and you were supporting him!
You blew it out of proportion!
I was not supporting him.
I was trying to handle the situation.
How?
We just had to nod our heads and leave!
You needed the flat. Remember?
I needed it? Don't you want it?
Oh wait!
You were happy screwing me in that PG,
-with another girl next to me! -Stop this bullcrap! Shut up!
What am I supposed to do?
Be your private nurse in hospital?
Work on your book late at night,
wait for your bloody divorce?
Crap!
I'm the bloody fool, who's clearly in love with you!
You don't give a damn about me!
Oh please! I don't enjoy going home,
to that living hell!
You aren't doing me a favour!
You also want to be with me, like I want to be with you!
I'm not your wife,
I'm not going to keep shut while you shout at me
in front of some random old prick!
Take your shitty book, and just get out!
Just get out!
Who killed Shetty?
I don't know, sir.
Deva took the contract. I just pulled the trigger.
I really don't know, sir.
Tell me, I'm asking you nicely.
Or they'll beat the shit out of you.
Our score isn't settled yet. Tell me.
I'm telling the truth, sir.
I don't know anything.
I just got a call saying what I needed to do...
I swear, Sir!
Shut up, you ass!
Shut the hell up!
You think I'm a fool?
I'm asking you nicely... Who ordered the kill?
I have to break a story.
What am I supposed to publish?
-Sorry! -Sorry, jackass?
You weren't sorry when you shot a bullet at me?
Point blank at a journalist!
Sorry...
Didn't even think of your own family!
They'll be fighting court cases for the rest of their lives.
They'll rot, you prick!
Sir, I'll give you another news!
Sir, please, no, sir!
I'll give your children the news that their father is getting hanged.
Sir, it's in Delhi...
I swear on my mother!
You'll find your breaking news there, I swear on my mother!
Tell me who killed Shetty.
I went to Delhi last month, sir...
Sir, please, no, sir!
Tell me!
-Sir, I'm telling the truth. -Who killed Shetty?
Who killed Shetty!
I had to steal a file from a government building, sir.
Please listen to me.
Something's up at GDR.
GDR. They're property builders.
They're involved in a big scam, sir.
GDR guys asked me to do it.
I stole a file from the Vigilance office...
And killed a security guard by mistake.
It's a big scam, Sir.
They gave me a lot of money, Sir.
No one knows about this, I swear.
You should investigate, sir, there's a massive scam on there.
I swear on my mother!
You killed someone...
at the vigilance office?
And no one got to know?
It was an accident, sir.
They paid me 2.1 million rupees.
That file must be worth hundreds of millions, sir.
Please look into it.
When did you steal it?
On the 20th.
Sir.
You had to file a story at 12 pm, right? What happened?
No excuses. Come with me. You too.
Have it with the pickle and see.
Here is the pickle!
Hey Chetan, come with me.
What's up?
Listen...
What's the scene with GDR?
You were following the case, right?
The court hearings, etc?
Nothing special.
It's a construction company run by two brothers...
Gopal and Mahesh.
They tried getting into 2G spectrum licensing
by paying lots of bribes.
And got caught!
Public Interest lawyers heckling them now...
But nothing's going to happen.
They know lots of high ups.
All their offices got raided by Vigilance officers.
But they burnt everything before the teams could reach.
Hard disks, files...
Poor vigilance guys got only tid-bits.
So, the vigilance guys did take some files with them?
Yes, why?
But you were on the Shetty case...
Where'd 2G come from?
Hello?
Yes, hello?
Yes, Vigilance.
I'm calling from Despatch, Bombay.
From where?
Despatch, Bombay.
I wanted a clarification...
Was there a theft in your office? On 20th February?
When?
20th February.
No, no theft was committed.
No?
No.
Really?
We were told that a theft was committed. And a guard was murdered too.
No, no such thing happened.
The guard died an accidental death.
He fell from the building.
We issued a press release. This is fake news.
Where are you calling from?
Hello?
Hello! Hello?
Hello?
You asked for one,
I'm giving you two front page stories.
GDR. 2G scam.
They got files stolen from the Vigilance office.
A guard was killed, too.
There's not even a whiff about it anywhere.
Joy...
You were going to get me Shetty.
Why are you getting distracted with this?
We need the story now, not ten weeks later.
Okay?
Sir,
Sir...
Two weeks.
Just give me two weeks. Please, Sir.
There's something big at play here.
I have a gut feeling.
I'll give you the Shetty story too.
Same date.
That was hilarious!
That painting... A donkey riding a horse!
Stop bugging me!
That case is useless.
Okay, hang up.
I'll see you at the office.
Yeah, I'll call you. I'm at the press club.
Bye.
Oh, my!
Who mauled that pretty face of yours?
I encountered some tigers on enemy territory.
Don't see you in court much these days...
You've dumped both your book and your work on that girl?
Why are you still going to court!
You're a star writer.
Your Dandekar story sent the finance ministry into a tailspin.
You needn't flatter me, sir.
I'll give you whatever you want.
Tell me?
GDR. Spectrum Scam.
What are you getting into, sir?
Have you lost it?
Is the Shetty front page story not working out?
You're my mentor. I'm saying it for your own good.
Do a small story if you want to...
But don't get embroiled in this.
There are a lot of curveballs in this game.
I'll deal with the curveballs.
Just tell me what you know.
GDR is just a facade.
There's a much bigger hand behind it.
GDR's real owner.
I've been after this story since four weeks.
I haven't found a thing.
Vigilance got some files after their raid...
But they stole and destroyed all the material evidence.
Now, they're after the final few digital and cloud copies too.
And Nisha Lodha...
That woman who blew the whistle?
They've engineered a false arrest for her too.
But who is this guy who actually runs GDR?
This isn't like dealing with the underworld, Sir.
Everyone keeps mum.
This should be enough for Despatch, though.
Cite an anonymous source and print it!
Should be enough to save your job for now!
Right?
Mhatre!
You know the Delhi's Vigilance bureau?
Find out where they store their digital copies.
It's urgent.
Why're you getting caught in this nonsense, sir?
New age 'digital' shit!
Do ground stories. Ones with real guns and blood!
Shetty's murder was sanctioned by D-company.
Confirmed.
I'm not drunk yet, Mhatre. Don't be a smart ass.
You D-Company guys just want credit for the Shetty murder...
You expect me to buy this shit?
Just tell me the truth.
I can't help it if you don't believe me!
Okay, wait.
Hey, Engineer!
What's up?
I need a favour from you.
You know the Vigilance office in Delhi?
Where do they keep their digital backups?
Gurgaon?
Okay...
An IT centre.
How do I get in?
Security...
Right...
Okay.
He says it's tough to get in.
Their private vendors have doubled security ever since a server crash.
They got shit scared.
Ask him the date when the crash happened.
When did this happen?
In February?
Date?
Which date?
20th Feb.
No no, just for general info.
Nothing's happened, don't worry. I'll call you later, okay?
You didn't go to the office?
What are you doing?
I miss you.
I miss you, J...
Come on...
Feel it!
C'mon. Keep it up!
Condom...
Condom?
Condom...
Forget the condom.
Let's do it without it.
What?
Let's have a baby...
I love you!
Are you mad?
No...
Let's have a family.
Get off.
No.
Get off...
Get off!
What the hell!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Damnit!
Careful. It's a fake Vigilance ID.
Morning boss!
I saw your Whatsapp.
Saw you're up, I thought might as well call you.
I got info on the ownership.
Savera is taking over our paper.
The sale is routed through shady offshore shell companies.
There are a lot of anonymous accounts.
I'm in Delhi. Let's talk once I'm back.
I need to see the server room.
Now.
There's no problem with our system.
We run all protocols.
The vigilance department has lost its data...
That too only from your servers.
We have to investigate.
Your outlet.
Did you check the physical parameters?
Temperature control?
The plant has a centrally controlled AC, sir.
Double backup.
Electrical? Circuitry? Power?
Electrical?
Sir, these are X-1000s.
Bus lines are auto-checked every two hours.
Via the mainframe.
And... external access?
Who all have it?
Only your guys have the Dongle access.
We can't access anything.
Everything was fine, until your guy showed up that day.
That's when the problem started.
'Our guy'?
Who?
Sir, if you don't mind...
I'd like to confirm this visit with your department.
ID, please?
Show me your ID.
It's protocol.
Go, confirm it.
Care to tell me which employee of ours you gave access to?
Without our knowledge?
Your IT Director.
And I don't think he needs to inform anyone before coming here.
What rubbish!
Our internal investigation has no record of his visit.
Are you sure it was him?
Yeah.
We have records.
We maintain an entry log.
Show me. Right now.
Show me.
-Entry logs? -Yes, come on.
Here you go.
Here he is, Mr Malik.
-What are you doing? -Nothing, just...
No, what are you doing?
You can't take a photo.
Delete it right now.
I'm asking you to delete it, sir.
It's nothing, I just took one photo.
No, you cannot do that. This is not allowed.
-I'm Vigilance, damnit! -Screw that! I'll get fired!
Give me your phone!
-Delete it! -Let go of me!
Hey! Stop, you prick!
Where are you going?
Open up, asshole!
Catch him!
Anyone there?
Catch him!
Someone open the door!
Varun, where are you!
Open the door!
Stop that prick!
He's running with the photo of the records.
He's here. Stop, you bloody crook!
Stop.
Who the hell are you?
Scoundrel, I'm going to kill you!
Let's see how you get out!
I'm coming down!
Hey! Stop!
Stop!
Security, catch him!
Stop!
-Stop! -Catch him!
Catch him!
Start! Start!
Catch him!
Catch the prick!
Catch him!
-Security. -Catch him!
Run! Chase after him!
Give me a cigarette.
Hello, Malik?
I know about the theft at vigilance.
And about the backup you crashed too!
I can break the story right now.
But don't worry.
Just give me some info...
No one will know about you.
I didn't do anything.
They blackmailed me into this mess.
Speak to Mukhtar from D-Company.
What are you doing here?
I've been thinking...
We need to talk.
Can we?
How did you get this address?
Went to your office...
And told Tarun it was an emergency.
Look, there's been a terrible misunderstanding between us...
I...
I don't have any problems.
Let's get your mom and brother back home.
Okay?
It's too late for that.
You know that too.
Just listen to me, please.
I'm ready to do anything.
Just you and me, and mom and Shri...
We'll make a life.
We'll live just by ourselves.
What are you doing here?
You've been going through my stuff!
What the hell are you doing here?
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell are you doing!
What the hell are you doing?
Are you... having an affair?
Whether I have an affair or not,
is none of your business!
Just wash your filthy hands
and get out of here, okay!
Leave me alone!
Hold this.
Come on. Get out.
Get the hell out of here!
You need to stop following me,
and we need to start talking about divorce.
Bloody wants kids!
Bloody tramp!
Let's sell the house and split the money.
You'll be free of me,
and my family, for good!
I never asked them to leave the house!
It's they who can't stand me!
J?
J!
Hello, Ameel Bhai?
It's me, Joy.
Do you know Mukhtar from D-Company?
I need to find out something.
Indirectly.
I'll come see you tomorrow.
Yeah, it's personal.
He must be there, call him.
How many times do I repeat myself?
Why are you being a pain?
Yes, I want to talk to Mukhtar Bhai.
This your first time, kid?
Yes, this is Ameel Bhai.
Hold?
How long should I hold, ass?
I've never held my own willy this long!
Hello?
Hello!
The prick hung up.
Damn, these new kids...
You don't worry.
I'll ask him.
But Ameel Bhai...
Don't mention my name or the newspaper's.
You just have to find out
who asked Mukhtar to steal the file.
I may have retired, but my brain hasn't!
The old days were so great.
If we were in Mumbai right now,
I wouldn't be dealing with this bullshit.
I'd have called D, directly.
I've given them an earful.
They'll call back. Don't worry.
See!
Yes?
Hello?
Hello!
Meaning?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Scratch my balls, you ass!
What do you mean where I am--
Hello?
Forget Mukhtar.
Forget Ameel Bhai.
If you try to act smart
we'll drag his ass to Bombay, and load it with bullets!
Your room number is 603, right?
You have houses in Chembur and Powai.
You have a mother, wife, and brother...
Right now, you're hiding behind the TV like a pussy.
Next time it won't be a stone, but a bullet.
Pack up and go home. Now!
Mister... I'm a journalist, how can you--
All good?
Are you dying, sir?
You think you're the last person I'd call?
Fought with your girlfriend?
Quit all this drama...
Make her smile and patch things up.
You're getting old.
I found out more about the GDR case.
The digital backup is in Gurgaon.
That's where D-company stole the files from.
You called me at 5 am to tell me this?
My beat just got over.
I need you to get me a meeting with Nisha Lodha.
Urgent.
Firstly, she isn't saying anything or meeting anyone.
And second, she's currently in CBI custody.
She won't say no if you ask her.
I know.
You'll at least give me a sexy kiss, right?
Quid pro quo?
What?
You're such a square.
I want in on the story. Shared exclusive.
Whatever it is. Same day, breaking.
Okay.
Done.
Mr Joy!
You have very resourceful friends!
And so damn persistent.
So I mulled over it...
Mr Joy and Despatch...
Very interesting.
Worth a meeting.
Tell me.
What can I do for you?
You...
you're fighting here.
Taking on GDR, and the people behind it.
All alone!
They're putting all the pressure they can...
You need a bit more ammunition.
To win.
The people need to know...
Who the real big guy behind GDR is.
Let's do a story.
Exclusive.
With Despatch.
They're all trying their best to silence you.
Once the story is published...
No one can touch you.
Mr Joy...
I thought you had come with a deal.
But you've come with a begging bowl!
I can have six stories out tomorrow...
If I want.
But what's most valuable is information.
I'm alive...
Because I'm silent.
As far as the file goes...
No one has it.
Everyone's looking for it.
If you find it...
Do come back to meet me.
Your life will change.
Jai Hind!
Morning.
GDR is a little complicated, boss.
I tried a lot.
Tried two different sources to crack it.
But it was a dead end.
But the Shetty thing has moved forward!
Front page. Spicy as hell.
D-company. Rajan, Gang war!
Shetty had an affair with that builder's wife.
It'll run for two weeks, minimum.
Is that it?
The hell are you doing, Joy?
You promised the 2G scam, and now you're back to Shetty?
Two weeks, three weeks, four weeks...
You know I'm also answerable?
There's a board meeting soon!
When do I get the bloody story?
I missed you.
I called.
You didn't answer.
I was in an edit meeting...
Everyone was around.
I thought a lot, J.
I can't...
I can't go on like this.
I don't want to be alone.
And I don't want to be with someone for whom I'm just an option...
just because nothing else worked out.
Are you crazy?
I love you!
Where are we going?
It's a surprise.
I'm so glad you came to meet us today!
He told us just a couple of hours ago!
We didn't even get time to prepare.
Shree and I ran to the market to get fish...
But there's hardly anything left by afternoon.
When you come next, I'll get fresh fish.
Actually...
I don't eat fish, Aunty.
Really?
Oh, sorry. He didn't tell us.
No problem. I'll eat this. This looks great.
No worries.
I'll quickly make something vegetarian for you.
You like eggplant?
-Yes, aunty, but- -No problem with seeds, right?
Please don't bother, aunty!
It'll take a minute!
Mom, listen to me. Let it be.
It'll take me two minutes, son.
She won't be hungry, Mom.
It'll take me two minutes to make eggplant and some gravy.
We'll think about food later, Mom.
She's here. Sit and talk to her.
My dad. He passed away long ago.
The three of us somehow made ends meet.
This guy lost his arm when he was 11...
He runs a small printing press now.
Aunty, you should consult a doctor.
Don't self-medicate. It can cause problems.
You're right, my dear...
But we don't know any good doctors here.
But now that you're here...
Everything will be fine!
Shweta doesn't even call us to ask how we are.
Good riddance!
This new Kalash Kundalkar angle is brilliant!
Kundalkar's son was a sailor at the oil rigs...
And Shetty and Rajan were smuggling from there.
He got to know about it.
And complained to his seniors...
Gave them photos, recordings...
Kept a diary too.
With all the info.
They found the diary?
Yes, they did.
Word is that Rajan and Shetty started fighting over territory.
So Rajan got Shetty killed.
And asked Kundalkar to keep his mouth shut.
When he didn't see reason...
Rajan got his guy Contractor to kill Kundalkar too.
But the official story was a drowning, right?
Drowning!
The kid was the ship's youngest officer.
Had been swimming since he was 5.
His father had a fisheries business.
His parents are howling around town crying murder!
What happened?
I thought you don't want to be left alone.
That's what you said, right?
Let's talk later. You're drunk.
I want to talk now.
Now!
I see what you're doing!
I'm not your puppet...
Who'll dance to your whims.
I have my own life...
and I'll live it on my terms.
What's up?
I thought you disappeared.
You'll gobble up my story!
That story's gone nowhere.
I'm still working on it.
Do you know Suresh Contractor?
Works for the Rajan gang?
Yeah...
He's caught up in the Kundalkar case these days.
Need something?
Noori didi!
Chintu!
How are you?
I'm great.
-Joy. -Chintu Singh.
- You're late! -Shall we?
- Too much traffic! Let's go. Contractor sir is waiting.
Sister,
you just disappeared after Tanasha bhai was shot!
And now you're dating that cop Prasad!
Good for you!
Ass! I'm not dating anyone.
I'm not up for grabs.
Come now...
You're hardly a one-man woman!
So, tell me...
You wanted to meet...
How can I help you?
He has a story.
About Shetty and that Kundalkar boy's murder.
With evidence.
You know who ordered the kill...
So he's here to ask
whether he should print it or not.
Can't he speak for himself?
I need a flat. Urgently.
Will you and Noori live together in this flat?
Asshole!
Don't screw around.
I'd been trying to get this house for days...
The owner was a friend.
He was leaving for the US in a hurry...
So, he rented it to us.
For three years.
I thought a lot, Prerna.
You were right.
I was wrong.
We'll live here, on our own terms.
Just you and I.
You're all that I want.
I met a literary agent.
Let me try and find his contact.
He was interested in my first book's film rights.
Agents take a commission.
20-25 percent...
Let's do it ourselves.
You're one smart cookie!
Why don't you become my agent?
What will I get?
You?
There will be 3-4 cars outside my villa...
You'll be my driver.
Take any car you wish, and go on a long drive.
If I drive, you'll have to buy an entire petrol station.
I see.
This driver is always greedy for long drives.
So what's the problem?
We'll buy a whole petrol station.
Orchestrate a small scam.
It's not that difficult!
Four vacations for sure every year.
Petrol station will pump cash, and...
Life set!
I don't think business is your cup of tea, J.
It's a lot of hard work.
You writers are lazy asses.
You have to wake up every morning and write.
And exercise.
You're getting fat!
There are dark circles under your eyes...
You're getting old!
Better take care now...
Or it's going to be too late, sir!
Bloody hell!
I'll be back in a minute.
What's up, Joy sir?
Enjoying the new sea-view apartment!
I need the info on the Vigilance theft.
What?
Which theft?
Damn, Chintu.
You guys are from the Rajan gang.
Your rival D-gang pulls a job and you don't know...
It's not possible.
I want to know who has the GDR file.
Now!
Meet me in the evening.
Contractor sir will speak to you personally.
And listen...
Don't come alone.
Get Noori along.
If you come alone...
no one can guarantee your safety.
Now hang up.
Our broker will sell the house.
We'll split the money and send you a cheque.
I thought this was a private meeting.
No one mentioned any lawyers.
Look, I'm their family friend.
Let's try to solve the matter... without any hassles.
We'll need your bank statements
We need to assess your accounts...
To calculate the alimony.
Alimony?
For what?
Shweta and I have already discussed this.
Only the house needs to be split.
She earns way more than me.
That's not our problem.
We need to secure our daughter's future.
Not to forget you paying for your other shenanigans.
I could have brought my lawyer too...
if you didn't want to sort this amicably.
You get a lawyer or the police. It's all the same.
Mental torture has a price, J...
that you're causing me with your cheating and affairs.
You'll have to pay the alimony.
You haven't left her with another option.
You're the one escalating this.
Think about it, son.
Relationships take years to build...
And just an instant to break.
If only you had taught this to your daughter...
Or understood it yourself...
None of us would be here now.
This moron is getting out of hand.
We gave him what he asked for.
If it weren't for you,
he'd have disappeared by now.
Contractor bhai... It's not his fault!
It's my story too.
If you help me break it, I'll get front page space.
Won't that make you happy?
And the opposition would get screwed too...
On two separate front pages.
Rajan Bhai would be happy to know that you destroyed the D-Gang!
You're way out of your league here...
And dragging in this poor girl into it too.
Mukhtar stole the file for Wadhwa.
The T-20 cricket guy.
Wadhwa?
But the file got stolen for the GDR guys.
This is connected to the 2G scam.
The real scam is worth 80 Billion.
You got what you asked for.
Now, if you want a second opinion...
Then go look somewhere else.
Get lost.
We might be doing the story together but...
This is just a one-time thing.
I don't want a relationship again.
I'm not that naive!
So Wadhwa stole the file and is using it against someone.
That means Mr Cricket wants to come back from his exile.
Sundaran!
He forced Wadhwa to quit.
And now he isn't letting him come back to India.
Maybe GDR belongs to him.
But didn't you say there was a politician behind it?
That's what the inside sources say...
But this is now a dangerous game.
We can't go ahead with incomplete information.
There's only one man who can help us...
Silva.
He belongs to Wadhwa's inner circle.
We need to meet him.
Why would he talk to us?
Joy sir, you really aren't that clever.
I'll get my 'beau' Prasad to give us some dirt on Silva. Pronto!
Joy Sir!
Welcome, Joy Sir.
Please sit.
Waiter. One tea.
So, what was the big rush?
Prasad never calls me so many times...
Just to set up a meeting.
Thank you.
Just something complex I stumbled upon.
I found documents related to your Nusrat fake encounter.
I needed a story, so I was wondering what to do.
I'm working on a new case too.
So, Prasad Sir suggested I speak to you once...
If you give me something, maybe I won't need to chase that story.
Tell me what you want.
GDR...
I know that Wadhwa has stolen the file.
Is GDR really Sundaran?
What's the connection between 2G and T-20?
You've absolutely no idea
what lane you're treading into.
Left, right, center. Nothing.
Tell you what...
Do one thing.
Do whatever you want.
Print the Nusrat story.
You want a few more? I'll gladly pass them on.
But good...
You seem like a decent chap.
So, now let's stop talking about me and start talking about you.
This whole plot is complicated...
And I have a role for you in it.
A role that can potentially set up your career and life.
If you're up for it.
Sundaran is a small player.
And we're sharks in the ocean.
So, if you want to get out of the small time,
and leave your shit-hole existence behind... Let me know.
We'll talk.
Sir?
Sir? Your bill.
Thank you, Sir.
Okay. I'm in.
Good!
I'll arrange everything.
You'll have to go to London.
London? What do you mean?
What's happening?
I first need to know what I'm doing there.
You want to know from a third party?
Or directly from the horse's mouth?
You're a journalist, man.
Be a little patient.
You know that big Daddy Wadhwa is in London, right?
Wadhwa.
[Sorry I couldn't tell you earlier]
[I'm going to London on an urgent assignment]
[I'll be back in 2 days]
Kapoor.
Rob Kapoor.
Did you have a good flight?
-Yes, I did. -Let's go.
Sorry, Mr. Joy...
I called you here straight from the airport.
You must be dog tired.
I thought, let's finish our work first...
Then you can enjoy all you want.
Of course, this is what I'm here for.
So, it's okay.
Great! Thank you.
Do you know how Lord Shiva got named Neelkanth?
Can you say?
When the cosmic ocean was churned for elixir, poison emerged from it...
Lord Shiva consumed it, to save the world.
I'm aware of your work.
Silva sings your praises.
He also says you're very curious... ask a lot of questions.
So, let's address that first.
Mr Joy, in our universe,
some questions never get answered
Unless...
There's a need to know.
This cricket league...
Consider it a churn.
A poisonous money churn...
Black money goes in, and white comes out.
So, here's what you have to do.
The file on GDR...
It has everything.
Including the real owner's name.
When the time is right, you'll break the story on it.
Exclusive.
But who actually is the real owner of GDR?
Joy Sir,
I may have been thrown out of the business...
But I do want to go back.
It's worth hundreds of billions...
Politicians, corporates, bureaucrats,
film stars, cricketers...
Everyone's lives depend on it.
I can't afford to be irresponsible.
My lawyer from Mumbai will be in touch when need be.
And you'll have full access to the file then.
Till then, sit back and enjoy...
The drama that Gods play.
They're usually closed on Mondays.
But Wadhwa Sir insisted they open specially for you.
Hello?
This is Nadeem Rizvi.
From the Rajan gang.
Need to meet. Urgently.
Make sure the driver and the escort don't see you.
Why did you come here?
Not a good move.
I didn't choose to come.
I was summoned.
You prick!
You're getting a divorce...
Building a home with your girlfriend.
Screwing another hoe on the side.
And you've been summoned?
You're being watched. Every second.
I've been told to tell you that if you go further...
You're in dire straits.
Who's watching?
The real Daddy!
GDR. Rajan.
Our whole side.
Sundaran owns not one, but four T-20 teams...
His company Global Co. has been bought via shell companies.
Go, do this story.
But if you mess with GDR,
you're dead.
Where were you?
Don't go away like this without telling me.
I'll get cheese popcorn.
-Get me the plain one, please. -Okay, sure.
Nadeem Rizvi sent me.
He told me to come check on you...
You do remember what he told you, right?
We're watching you.
You! Stop!
Stop!
Stop, you ass!
Catch him!
Hello?
What is happening?
What the hell is happening?
I went to London on your insistence... To do your bidding!
And now I'm being followed?
They're threatening me!
Calm down.
The news about you meeting Wadhwa got leaked.
I don't know how.
I'm looking into it.
'Looking into it'?
What do you mean, 'you're looking into it'?
It means I'm on it.
Just sit tight for now.
Bye.
Any word from anyone?
All my usual sources... Are all bloody tight-lipped.
But an insider from Rajan's gang told me...
that Wadhwa is patching up with GDR's boss.
They're mad at you.
They said they'll come after you.
What have I done, man?
I'm just a journalist!
Who the hell is this GDR guy, man!
Find out! Cull out some information.
Engineer sent a new software. Track +.
Try it out.
[I did only what you asked me to do]
[I'm not getting caught up in this any further]
[I know GDR is Stonedome]
[I can find out more details if I want]
[I need to talk right now. Call in two minutes]
[Or else everything goes into the edit meeting tomorrow]
Well, this is unusual.
Everyone does book releases.
But we thought we'll do a small presser...
to whet your appetite!
With us today on stage we have Mr Joy Bag, the author...
But before we start,
I would like to also call on stage a close collaborator of Mr Bag...
Ms. Prerna Prakash.
An upcoming author, working on her own first manuscript.
-Thank you. -Thank you, sir.
I'm a very big fan of yours, Sir.
-Thank you! -Thank you!
I'll just come.
Hello?
Sir?
I've been trying to reach you for two days, Sir.
Where've you been?
I don't understand what's happening.
If there's a patch-up happening, spare me.
It's not like I'm divulging anything to anyone.
If a patch-up happens, it'll be clean.
No loose ends.
I'm only calling you because you helped Noori.
There's a bounty on your head.
Leave town ASAP. Bye.
What is your style? Fiction?
Excuse me?
Joy!
Sorry. Excuse me.
What are you doing, Joy?
Come here.
Pre, there's... There's a huge problem.
We have to go. Now!
We need to leave the city.
What?
You ... you trust me?
Yeah...
Something's been happening for the past few days...
I couldn't tell you.
I was following this story...
And there's a bigshot who thinks
That I have some sensitive information against him.
I don't know. I don't know what's happening.
I've talked to my informers. The cops.
They're all saying that... there's a bounty on my head.
What?
What!
What?
I got involved with the wrong people.
But don't worry...
I know how to get out of this.
I just need some time, that's all.
Meanwhile, you go home, pack your things
And I'll call you from the way. Okay?
Are you mad?
Where will we hide?
Let's go to the cops and file a police complaint.
I've already spoken to them! Just do what I'm saying.
Let's take different routes so that no one gets suspicious.
Pack your things and go to Amrita's house.
Watch for being followed, okay?
Okay?
I need to meet Mr Rajdass.
Now.
It's about one of his clients in London. Mr Wadhwa.
Tell him Kapoor is here.
Afternoon...
Mr Joy?
Why would you call yourself Kapoor?
He's such a pretentious prick.
Come.
Come, please sit.
So, tell me... What can I do for you?
Mr Wadhwa must have told you about our meeting.
I was working on GDR from the beginning
I was supposed to be his safe-keeper...
But that's not working out.
Your client is ignoring my calls.
The other party is threatening me.
It's a thankless job...
Being a lawyer. Or a journalist.
Trials of the trade.
Correct!
That's why I recorded the whole meeting in London.
So, he let out a few secrets.
Rajdass Legal is mentioned liberally in those tapes.
So, naturally I followed up and did some digging of my own.
I have a whole new file on your company now.
So,
it's simple.
Either you give me the GDR file...
Or I'll make do with yours.
My editor has sent a personal message to you
that we will make sure your firm shuts down.
We're the third-largest law firm in India.
You'll be slapped with so many cases, Joy, Sir...
It'll take you seven generations and 150 years to fight them.
We're also the third biggest newspaper, Rajdass sir.
Once the story is out
it won't matter how long the cases run.
Public opinion will decide the winner.
-Hello? -Hello.
Yeah, hello?
Yes, Noori.
Taxi! Taxi!
Joy, what is happening? Everything is screwed!
Sorry I called you. I need to talk to Lodha urgently.
Lodha won't talk to you, man.
I have the file that she asked for...
She asked me to call if I find the file.
If I call her and mention your name, she'll refuse.
Let me take her on call right now. Hang on.
Hello, Chimpu? How are you?
Back from holidays? How was it?
Hello hello, Madam... Hi! This is Joy. From Despatch.
-Hello! Hello? -I have the file you had asked me for.
Joy? Son of a bitch. What is this? Where is Noori?
Madam, listen to me. I have the file you needed.
I can give it to whoever you want.
I just want nothing to happen to me.
Scoundrel! Are you a bloody idiot?
And Noori you bloody b**** , have you gone crazy?
Why're you calling me?
You know my phone is tapped! So is yours.
Both of us will get screwed!
And Joy, you bloody moron!
Shove that file and run away!
Hello? Hello Noori?
Hello?
-Hello? -Yeah, where are you guys?
We're waiting here, in Colaba.
Did Prerna leave?
She was supposed to go to your place.
But she's not picking up.
Prerna? No.
She called in the afternoon and said there's been a change of plan.
She was in a hurry. She said she'll tell me later.
But she was going to come to your place with her luggage.
Then was supposed to meet me at Dadar Station.
--Dadar? -Yeah.
No, I last spoke to her in the afternoon.
She didn't say anything.
Just sounded in a terrible jiffy.
Is everything okay? What happened?
Hello?
Joy?
This number is permanently disconnected.
Please check the number.
This is it. Every single detail.
Wadhwa stole the GDR file.
2G scam, the cricket league...
This case is way bigger than all that.
GDR's owner runs multiple shell companies.
From BVI, Mauritius and other locations...
All of them track back to Stonedome.
I can track GDR's real owner in an hour or so.
But GDR is Stonedome.
No one knows this.
The whole scam is worth 500-600 billion, boss.
Boss?
We'll have to run the story today.
There are people out to kill me.
Joy, this is huge.
This is too bloody big!
I'm scared to even ask how you got all this?
Will you run the story?
Of course.
This is news.
I will definitely run it.
If not here, then somewhere else.
I'll make sure of it.
You write the report.
I'll start preparing.
Boss?
Boss, boss!
What timing!
Jeetu, let's talk tomorrow.
Boss, listen to me. It's important!
Jeetu, just leave.
Boss, please listen.
Jeetu, you're disturbing me.
Boss, just listen to me. Just a minute.
-Boss, I've done the job you gave me. -What job?
You asked me in the hospital... about the ownership.
What ownership?
Our paper, takeover, ownership.
I followed everything.
This Savera is a hoax.
What Savera?
Savera? Boss! Our owners! The terrace party!
Savera isn't really Savera!
It's all a game of shell companies.
Jeetu, please leave.
Boss, listen to me. Savera is actually Stonedome.
In the past six months, Stonedome. has bought the maximum stake in Savera.
Isn't it a solid story?
Boss, listen to me. We can't run the story here.
Let's give it to someone else to break it.
Anyway, Stonedome is American.
All their business is legit money.
We'll screw them over.
Let's get it printed in the Express,
get a couple of cases slapped on them...
They'll shit bricks!
All the gloats about 'Savera' and its glory...
They'll all go into hiding.
Give me some more time.
I'll find out everything else too. Who all have a stake in it,
and who else is involved.
Full details.
Boss?
What happened?
Taxi, taxi!
Let's go.
Hello Gokhale, I have an important file.
If something happens to me, release it.
I'll tell you the rest later on the phone.
Drive faster!
Take a right from here!
Faster, please!
Enter the lane.
Quick!
Remember all this, okay?
Three accounts here and two here.
These are the Fixed Deposit papers.
These papers are for the flat.
And there's some cash in the locker, if you need it.
I'll try to come back soon.
If my phone is not reachable, call Gokhale.
He knows the rest.
Okay.
Tell me! He won't understand any of it.
Ma, don't you worry!
He will handle it all.
-Right? -Yes.
Tell her!
Come on,
sign here.
All these documents will be with Gokhale.
Call him if you need to.
-Understood? -Yes.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Come here.
Okay, I'll leave now.
Hello Gokhale?
Yes, I'm leaving from here. On another bike...
MH1305. Okay?
See you downstairs in half an hour.