[Shukla] The government has not been formed as yet.
- Don't lose hope so soon. - [indistinct chatter]
You see, politics is exactly like a cricket match.
The game can flip at any time.
Can you guys tone it down a little? I'm on a call here.
[narrator] Shukla's ministers are up for sale.
I am trying to fix your rates.
[narrator] And that's how his party always stays in power.
Look, sir, if you really want our party's support,
then you will have to...
You will have to raise the rates.
Sir, where will I find four MLAs for you?
- Four MLAs is a very big number. - [tense music playing]
[narrator] Shukla is the wolf in the share market of ministers.
They will do exactly as I tell them to. You just raise the price.
Asthana, I don't want to talk to this idiot again.
He's offering 40 now.
Sir, sir, sir.
I don't know how the phone got disconnected that day.
Sir, I wanted your party to do a little meeting
with a Mr. Shenoy.
He's quite a dynamic man.
[tense music continues]
He will prove useful in funding your coming election.
He does have some shady projects that will need to be cleared,
but once his job is done, he will always keep his word, you know.
[narrator] And that's how Shukla became the power broker…
- Hmm. - [narrator] …for Shenoy Builders.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Their money always comes on time.
[clock ticking]
[narrator] Shukla's phone would ring nonstop.
At this moment, some minister was about to get screwed
and the first guy he called was Shukla-ji.
[cell phone buzzing]
[clears throat]
Yes?
[minister] Shukla-ji, Dwivedi's file should not move forward.
You promised you would handle it. The case has been transferred to the CBI.
I'll bury it under a pile of old files.
Stop worrying about it.
The inquiry will shut before it even starts.
[cell phone ringing]
[clears throat]
Yes, sir?
That, uh, Dwivedi's case...
case inquiry file needs to be in my office tomorrow.
Sir, the original must be with the CBI.
We might have a duplicate in our records.
Listen, Rastogi, why would I call you so late in the night for a duplicate file?
- So then, sir? - So then, sir, what?
I got you the uniform, now return the favor.
I have promised someone.
If that file doesn't make it to my office by morning,
you'll be saluting your subordinate from now on.
[narrator] Rastogi had to put his job on the line again.
Afterall, Shukla had got him that job.
Bishnu.
Asthana, call Verma-ji immediately.
[narrator] The burial ground of honest people's hard work
and a treasure of blackmailing material,
this is Shukla's safe. The most unsafe place in the world.
If your file finds its way here, it would mean that your,
pardon my French, but, balls have also been stapled
along with the file.
Verma-ji!
Your file has been buried. You owe me a big one.
No, no, no, no. I can't have anyone from Bollywood come and dance at my party.
Because I'm not that big a man right now.
Hmm?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, foreigners can definitely be arranged.
Hmm.
[chuckles softly] Those times are long gone.
Stop thinking about what you want, and think about what your son wants.
Hmm. Really. Who?
Is she a foreigner?
Hmm.
Let me find out.
Asthana knows everything.
Yes, yes. All right. Okay.
Listen, Asthana...
- who is Rihanna? - [tense music concludes]
- [theme music playing] - [siren wailing]
[gunshot]
[theme music concludes]
[narrator] The parties at Shukla's house happen at two levels.
- [indistinct chatter] - [narrator] You know, drinks and food
- by the pool... - [man 1] Did you manage to do it?
[man 2] All four MLAs are here at the party.
I haven't seen them around.
There is another party going on inside.
- Should I go there? - Yeah! Of course, enjoy.
[narrator] ...and Rihanna in the basement.
["Intentions" playing]
♪ If I go too crazy Would you come and save me? ♪
♪ I don't know how long I can go ♪
♪ Takin' it, takin' it, takin' it slow ♪
[narrator] Everyone knows that Shukla uses his MLAs not as members, but as numbers.
And that's why even the chief minister doesn't mess with his illegal businesses.
Shukla never brought people together.
He only made them see what they would gain.
Although these two are constantly at each other's throats,
but in this haven, Shukla would make Mr. Snake meet Mr. Mongoose
and keep getting his urban development projects passed.
And here's where JP comes into the picture.
[lively music playing]
[narrator] But let's start from the beginning.
[indistinct chatter]
[JP] There were parties every night
where people would eat a lot and drink even more.
My job was only to hand over bouquets.
[narrator] In this business of contracts and recommendations,
you'd find only cheap,
opportunistic people like the Dembla brothers,
who looked like bean bags in imported upholstery.
JP!
Get a drink for JP.
[narrator] They threw parties full of bribes
and booze for every contract.
No, sir. I don't drink, you know that.
[bell chiming]
- [chanting] - [narrator] He was climbing the ladder
with his parents' blessings and the almighty's benevolence.
- [cell phone ringing] - Hello?
- [phone ringing] - No, no, plasterboard and everything.
I'm coming to the construction site tomorrow. I'll explain. Yeah. Okay.
[narrator] No matter how big the project, every small detail was taken care of.
Make sure every fountain is working properly.
What we're trying to create here is a geodesic dome type of structure.
You must have seen it, an extremely stable structure.
[narrator] And one day, a letter came from the ministry.
It was a renovation contract for the Shyama Prasad Community Center.
[JP] The Dembla brothers set it up with the ministry…
- Yes! - [JP] …and I was the one
who had to execute it.
I secured a loan ten times my capacity,
and I bought expensive construction equipment.
The banks also obliged, only because it was Shukla-ji's contract.
Later, even the banks could not believe the amount they sanctioned
and kept calling me all the time.
Don't worry. Once we get our advance, there'll be no default on the loan.
Forget the chief minister.
Even if the prime minister comes, we're ready.
Sir, the decoration, all the photographers, journalists,
all have been invited. Even the design for the invite is set.
[intriguing music playing]
You don't need to worry about my situation.
My planets are under my control.
[narrator] Before setting foot on any property,
Shukla-ji would analyze both direction and planetary positions.
[tense music playing]
Vastu, horoscopes, gemstones and destiny,
these are things Shukla could discuss even in his sleep.
[dramatic music playing]
[sirens wailing]
- [man 1] Welcome, sir. - [camera shutter clicking]
- [man 2] Come. - [man 1] Please.
[photographer] Sir, over here, one picture.
Can I take your picture? Thank you, sir.
[indistinct chatter]
- [camera shutter clicking] - [crowd applauding]
[indistinct chatter]
[JP] And then Shukla pulled out his good old compass from his pocket
and changed the course of my destiny forever.
As per Vastu, this should have been
in the northeast direction, don't you think?
[ominous music playing]
Who is the contractor for this project?
Sir. Namaste, sir.
- You are the contractor? - Yes, sir.
Did you show the plan to Dembla Sahab before you started?
No, sir.
I have been coordinating with the ministry directly.
Who the hell in the ministry approved your plan?
Sir, it’s all approved, 'till the top floor.
You seem really confident.
[chuckles softly]
[Shukla] Stay grounded. Don't go to the top floor as yet.
- Show me the plan for the ground floor. - Yes.
- [Dembla] JP, where's the plan? - I'm showing it, sir.
[tense music playing]
Here.
Is this how you show the plans?
Sir, the plan is there. Uh…
We got the site cleared for the inauguration.
So it's not here right now, the blueprint.
JP, go get it. Go.
- Yes, I'll just get it. - Forget it about it now.
Just look at this bust.
Look where the face is, look at the nose, look at the hands.
It doesn't have hands sir, it's a... it's a...
You put it in the west.
It should have been in the northeast.
Change the angle right now.
Sir, if we change the placement, the bust may get damaged, sir.
Renowned artist Shambhunath-ji has created it.
It's taken him ten months, sir.
One wrongly placed chisel and it could mean a fine crack in the marble, sir.
And, sir, a damage bust would be more inauspicious.
I've been accumulating knowledge on Vastu and astrology for the past thirty years.
Hmm?
And now you're gonna tell me what is auspicious and what is not.
There is nothing more inauspicious than wrong Vastu.
Sir, no…
JP, keep quiet.
- No, that's not what I'm saying-- - Stay quiet, please, JP.
Sir, all I'm saying is that… that I did not say anything, sir.
All right, Dembla-ji, I'll leave now. I've been honored enough for the day.
Sir, uh, please, we have kept a cocktail party for you.
I have other places to inaugurate, Dembla-ji.
- Submit your plans all over again. - [Dembla] Yes, sir.
[JP] Shukla left, and along with him went that project.
[Dembla] JP, I've never seen you behave so rudely before.
What happened to you in front of Shukla-ji?
Sir, I was not rude to him. That is what I was saying.
You know what's going to happen now?
He's going to stop all the government funding.
Shukla is a very vindictive man.
[Dembla] Just stop all construction work right away.
Don't do anything until I convince Shukla-ji.
Sir, if I don’t get the next payment, I will default on my loan.
Payment?
Shukla will get the whole community center cancelled, understand?
Let's go.
Sir.
[indistinct chatter]
[mellow music playing over speaker]
Bhai, sahab, when will the party start?
What alcohol do you have that can knock me out?
Sir, drink a lot of anything, you will get drunk.
[groans, sighs]
[pensive music playing]
[blows]
Shukla Motherfu--
Namaste, bhabhi.
[narrator] Then he went back to what he started as,
same old contractor JP Yadav.
Great innovation, a staircase right in the middle of the yard.
The first floor was built before the ground floor, is it?
[chuckles softly]
Anyway, see, you put the sink on the grill over there.
And you put a netting on this door.
Why didn't you build a wall here? What's the point of having a door here?
Your architect should be given an award for this, Kapil-ji.
Listen, why don't you just focus on the job we have hired you for?
How much to paint the house?
Fifty thousand for painting the whole house.
Listen, these small-time contractors are all big cheaters.
I think it’s better that we talk to someone bigger.
- [Kapil] Uh, Yadav-ji. - [JP] Hmm?
[Kapil] We'll let you know.
Hey, how do I eat this thing? Have you heard of a spoon?
[man] No, I haven't.
[narrator] JP's company went bankrupt, and he was done for.
Today, he is meeting some police constable called Baankeylal
along with Ansari Sheikh.
Apparently, they some very special news.
[Baankey] Are you sure about this information?
Listen, if we get involved and get screwed,
I'll put you in jail. I'm warning you, okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
Where the hell have you been?
JP Bhai, that's Baankey, my childhood friend.
I'm not his friend or anything. He's a neighbor so I have to talk to him.
Otherwise, why would a policeman ever be friends with a goon?
[Ansari] Policeman?
You're a bloody disgrace to the police force.
I mean, he just got demoted here.
And you got beaten up not even a week ago.
At least I stood up to my enemy. I'm nothing like you.
JP Bhai, he got beaten up in our little bar.
Where we met for the first time.
- Yeah. - It's like home.
Let's talk about you now.
Shukla picked you up from your own home, right?
- Your AK-47 was totally useless. - [Ansari] Mm.
Everyone saw it.
Everyone knows being a cop, he got beaten up by another cop.
- There are so many versions of the story. - Huh?
- Bhai, sahab. - Huh?
They wrapped him in a blanket and took him in a sack.
Now tell me, how can you call yourself a thug after this?
- JP Bhai, don't listen to him. - No, don't listen to him.
- Shut up! - Hudd!
Are you sure you guys are friends, huh?
[indistinct chatter]
[narrator] These two grew up fighting with each other like cats and dogs,
but their partnership is unbeatable.
- [young Ansari] Why didn't you hit a six? - [young Baankey] But I hit a four.
[young Ansari] You should've just let me open. He's a shitty bowler.
[upbeat music playing]
[crowd cheering]
[commentator] And Ansari has smashed the ball really hard.
[narrator] School, college and district, they were the opening batsman everywhere.
I'm going to open next time, okay? I would've thrashed this bowler.
Hello? I just hit a six.
[narrator] Their team always took the Man of the Match trophy.
Doesn't matter if they won or lost
because everyone still feared Ansari's late legendary uncle.
Who? Faulad Singh, right?
There you go. So he's already told you stories about his jobless uncle.
He wasn't really his uncle. His mother considered him a brother,
and it's because of him that this guy became a goon.
But Faulad Singh, he was an amazing goon.
You better mind your tongue, Baankey!
- Why? - No, my uncle wasn't a goon.
Then what was he? A freedom fighter?
But the country was already free.
He was nothing but a goon.
[narrator] Faulad Singh was a fearless thug of this area.
But he was a gentleman.
He was tall, huge, a man of his word, and always there when you needed him.
[all clamor]
[elevator bell dings]
[narrator] Right then, another fearless politician was rising,
Avinash Shukla.
- Whose job was… - Chairman, sahab.
- [narrator] …to take over. - Mind getting off this chair?
[narrator] He always had a gun in one hand…
As per Vastu, you should be donating this property, you know.
[narrator] …and planets in the other.
Hmm?
[narrator] If he set his eyes on your property…
then he would either take money…
- Now his father will also pay. - [narrator] …or force possession.
But this time, things didn't go as planned.
This shop belonged to one of Faulad Singh's relatives.
Faulad Singh arrived there all alone.
- This seven-and-a-half-foot giant… - [yelling]
[narrator] …beat up Shukla and all his men with a sugarcane.
We've seen a man squeeze juice out of a sugarcane,
but here, the sugarcane was juicing men.
What do you eat, man?
[Ansari] JP Bhai, whenever I think of him…
my heart warms up.
Really? Doesn't your blood boil with that warmth?
Then why don't you avenge your uncle's murder?
- Murder? - I will avenge his murder.
- Let the time come. - To hell with your time!
Like the eighth day of the week, which never comes.
[narrator] Faulad Singh had a moonshine-making factory
which was actually the head office for all his illegal businesses.
- [indistinct yelling] - [narrator] Shukla had recently befriended
some police officials,
whose help he took to bring down Faulad Singh.
Faulad Singh owned many houses, but he could shit only on a railway track.
He went there one morning and never came back.
[chuckles] And look at him,
powerhouse gangster Faulad Singh's so-called sister's dumbass useless son.
Only barks, doesn't how to bite.
And tell me, what the fuck have you done, man?
JP Bhai, listen to his story. Yeah, man, what a story.
Asshole!
I got humiliated. What will you get by telling him, you moron?
It's just for fun, Baankey. What else?
Just like you were enjoying yourself telling my story.
You better not interrupt!
On a Saturday evening,
my friend here was on security duty at the Shani temple.
- [temple bell ringing] - Yeah.
[Baankey] Come on, come on, come on, keep moving.
Get in line, get in line.
[Ansari] Shukla-ji, who was very knowledgeable about astrology,
had come to get rid of his bad luck.
Keep moving. Don't push each other.
[Ansari] He had come to the temple like a common man, not like a minister.
[Baankey] Oh, bhai, sahab!
- Go get in line. - [chants mantra]
Bhai, sahab.
[Ansari] Now for a policeman, crowd control means pushing people.
Where are you going? Get in line.
So our brave and dedicated Baankeylal gave a historic push...
Get back!
[Ansari] …not just to Shukla-ji, but his career as well.
[bell ringing]
So, JP Bhai, Shukla kept staring at Baankey as he fell.
[indistinct chatter]
[tense music playing]
What are you staring at, huh?
- [grunts] - [high-pitched ringing]
- [Baankey] Get back! - [woman] What's wrong with you?
Do you know who this man is?
[Ansari] Shukla-ji could have shown his power there and then...
Get back!
[Ansari] ...but he thought to himself, "Not here."
BAANKEYLAL PANDEY
- [Ansari] "God is watching." - Ansari, that's enough, okay?
Hey, the best part has yet to come, Baankey.
Huh?
- So, Chacha, anybody bothering you? - Any name in mind?
- All okay? - I've thought of one.
What's up? Looks like a full house today.
- Do you want a drink? - Oh, no, no.
I drink occasionally.
[man] It's the right occasion. Vipul had a baby girl.
- [Baankey] Wow. Congratulations! - [Vipul] Thank you.
[Baankey] Oh, sir.
- Mm. Let that be. - Sorry, sir.
Sir, why did ask you to meet here?
There are no suspects here. [chuckles] I know all these guys.
Where were you yesterday?
- Sir, Shani temple, sir. - Did you push anyone there?
No, sir. I was just doing crowd control.
You didn't slap any minister, did you?
No, sir. I didn't slap--
Have you ever heard of Shukla-ji?
- No, sir. - Calculator Shukla-ji.
Do you remember now?
Yes, sir.
If you want to save your job, you better stand there and take it.
Take what, sir?
- [grunts] - Sir-- Sir--
- [grunts] - Sir-- Sir-- Sir--
Sir!
- [Baankey breathing heavily] - [tense music playing]
- [Baankey whimpering] - [slapping continues]
[Baankey] Sir!
[narrator] This program was sponsored by Avinash Shukla.
[Baankey] Sir!
- [whimpers] - [grunts]
[grunts]
Stay right here.
I hit him so hard, Shukla-ji. Not just his face,
even my hand is swollen.
I could've gone to his house and beaten him up.
But I choose to have him beaten up in this bar.
- Ask me why. - Why?
Because drunk people love to tell stories about what they see.
Madan Singh!
[tense music continues]
[laughs] One--
- One after the other. [laughs] - Yes, I was beaten up! Asshole.
That too in front of everyone! But I'm the only person in the whole world
who not only pushed Shukla, but also slapped him across the face.
Really?
I had taken revenge before getting beaten up.
Oh!
And what about you, asshole? You got beaten up,
and then you also said "death to" your favorite uncle.
Shame on you! And your bloody pride.
[breathes shakily]
I've got a lead.
You can roll that lead up
- and shove it up your ass. - Listen, Ansari,
- don't try to be over smart. - [Ansari] Why the fuck not?
Only cops have the right to behave like assholes?
- Come on, guys. - Huh? Bloody asshole.
There's no point in fighting amongst ourselves.
Our enemy seems to be the same person, yeah?
Shukla-ji.
[chuckles softly]
And with the information that I have on him,
Shukla will learn a lesson that he'll never forget in his life.
Hmm. What kind of information is this?
Listen, you're not understanding. Action has to be taken immediately.
I can't be running this state from the Urban Development Ministry anymore.
I have to suck up to ten ministers
just to get the SDF to do something for me.
Things can only work if I become the chief minister.
Or else it’s just follow the rules, respect the law
and just hope for things to happen.
We only need to buy five MLAs.
- You said three earlier, Shukla-ji. - Yeah, yeah. I had said three, I know.
But then I'll also have to make sure that this government
doesn't come back into power again.
One more thing, Shenoy-ji. The rate has gone up from 80 to 100 now.
If you delay further, the price will go up.
It's just a question of three, four hundred crores.
If it was anything less, I would've managed myself.
[narrator] Baankeylal was very lucky that his highly-placed source,
the painter who was hanging on the wall, Triloki,
- managed to hear all this. - [Shukla speaking indistinctly]
[narrator] They said that walls have ears.
And in this case, those ears were Triloki's.
- Triloki was actually an informer. - Think about it.
Yes, don't worry, Shenoy-ji. Nobody will find out.
They call me the Calculator. I'm sure you know that by now.
All right.
[upbeat music playing]
[narrator] Triloki was a master of disguise.
A liftman in the Ashiyana Jewelry robbery.
- Not getting off on the third floor? - [man] No, not the third floor.
I'm on the second floor. Are you new here?
As soon as the money's in my dad's account,
I'll transfer it immediately.
Asshole, I drive a Beamer. Who do you think you are?
[narrator] A motor mechanic in the Jindal Bank fraud.
A priest in the Pereira money laundering case.
- Claudio. - Yes, Father?
No confession for so long?
Tell me your secrets, my child.
[narrator] Triloki was behind many break-ins, robberies and thefts.
But he never saved a government from falling.
- Triloki has told me. - What did he tell you?
[Shukla] I will tell you an auspicious time to send the money in.
And send it to the party office, not home.
- Actually, Jupiter is aligned at home. - [upbeat music fades]
Three hundred crores
- is what Shukla is getting. - Yeah, so?
So we can screw Shukla by stealing all of that money.
- Steal it? - Yeah.
- Steal 300 crores? - Why not?
As easy as shooting a bird, right?
- [chuckles] - A pigeon or a parrot?
- Three hundred crores, huh? - [laughs]
I'll kick your ass.
It won't come true, but it feels great dreaming about it.
- Hey, JP Bhai, he's talking nonsense. - Hey, 100 crores for each of us.
- Just a minute. Just a minute. - [JP] Hmm?
How is it 100 crores per person?
- Three hundred divided by three. - And Triloki?
Hey, man, he's just a painter.
We'll pay him according to his level, whatever it is.
If the risk is equal, then the share should also be.
The money has to go four ways.
- Then it's better we get nothing at all. - Now, what does that even mean?
Isn't it better than getting less?
- You have a dark mind, JP Bhai. - [scoffs]
See, it's possible that you're doing this only for money,
- but I'm doing this for revenge. - When did I say I'm doing it?
I just want to give Shukla some emotional trauma. That's it.
[sighs] It's been a real pleasure meeting you guys.
Now if you'll excuse me.
- Oh, where are you going? - JP Bhai, we can do this.
- Please, sit down. - Oh, really?
Have you ever seen their party office?
Hmm?
- [upbeat music playing] - [JP] I have seen it.
Dembla-ji used to send gifts over there, through me.
Ten policemen armed with rifles.
Hundred muscular party workers, three dogs, and by the way,
one look at Madan Singh and you're gonna pee your pants.
There are two floors, a CCTV camera in every corner
and on the top of it all sits Shukla.
So there is no way you can get up there.
- Ah. - [upbeat music ends]
This is Triloki.
Ansari, JP.
Triloki Bhai.
We need someone from the inside to be a part of our plan.
Someone who isn't afraid of going against Shukla for some money.
Yeah.
- I know someone. - [Ansari] Who?
[whimsical music playing]
- [mumbles] - Hmm?
- [mumbles indistinctly] - [babbles]
- Here. Look-- Look at m-- - [mumbles]
[mumbles]
So you're saying you own this place? [chuckles]
Thank you. Thank you. [sighs]
Bishnu Bhai...
you run the whole show over here.
Then why do you take shit from him?
Shouldn't he know that, uh, you deserve a...
some amount of respect?
"When I die then everyone will."
Don't leave us so soon, Bishnu Bhai.
- The next CM's gonna be Shukla-ji. - [babbles]
He won't be?
Why?
- Pandit-ji has told you that Shukla-ji... - [babbles]
Shukla-ji?
Shukla? No respect?
Shukla… last year in politics. His last year?
This is Shukla's last year in politics?
[sighs] So then, what's your plan?
If Shukla goes away...
you will, next year...
grapes?
Uh, anda, anda.
Egg.
Water.
Egg, water. Uh, boiled egg!
Egg.
Swimming?
- Res-- Respect? Respect. - [mumbles]
In Hindi? Uh… Maan.
Uh… An-- Anda?
Anda-maan. Andaman?
You'll move to Andaman.
And live life king-sized.
- What if he doesn't go? - [mumbles]
- "Positive, positive."
"Always say positive things."
He'll sit all his life dreaming about it.
Shukla isn't going anywhere.
Pandit-ji has told him that he's going.
Haven't you heard? Pandit-ji is gone.
- [chuckles] - But how do I ask him?
Shukla treats him like his own balls.
- What? - Yeah, he's dear to him.
- [chuckles] - [Baankey] That doesn't matter.
The two of them are not related, right?
Keep them in the safe.
And the gallons also, put by our people.
I need a full list of all the ministers who are coming with me to the next rally.
You understand?
- [safe keypad beeping] - Sir, Bishnu may not be able to speak.
It's still not okay to trust him so much.
That safe is full of valuable things.
[chuckles]
You know everything, Asthana...
but there is something you don't know. Bishnu is never going to betray me.
Because he's my brother-in-law.
[tense music playing]
[tense music concludes]