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"What's the hurry?"

"I can't control myself."

"Do what you want."

"Something's happening to me."

"It's the intoxication of time."

"Let's lose consciousness,

erase these distances."

"Let things happen."

"I can see it in your eyes,

moving inside it."

"Going like we're going on."

"I can see it in your eyes,

moving inside it."

"Going like we're going on."

"I can see it in your eyes,

moving inside it."

"Going like we're going on."

"I can see it in your eyes,

moving inside it."

"Going like we're going on."

I know...l know.

I know this is a big story.

But why is Killol after

the Post Mortem.

Hello.

Yes, hello.

Hello.

Network.

May I?

Hail Lord Ganesha!

Hail Lord Ganesha!

The queue you see behind me...

...is not outside a temple,

but the market.

Yes, the vegetable market.

And they're all here

to behold a piece of Ginger.

Yes, Ginger...which

has taken the form...

...of Lord Ganesha Himself.

For the first time,

our channel is bringing you...

...the unique picture of Ginger

Ganesh on your television screen!

Incredible!

Isn't it? - Thanks.

No, you idiots.

Who's going to watch this?

It's b~k~k~kt

But, ma'am...watch further.

The ginger Ganesh drinks milk.

Ginger Ganesh!

Ginger Ganesh! - Turn it off!

Ginger Ganesh! - Turn it off now.

Thanks to such useless

stories and exposes...

...the TRP of your show is lower...

...than the chewing

gum stuck under my shoe.

What are you doing?

What do people want?

People want scandals.

They want scams.

Rape, dacoity, bribery, kidnapping.

You can bump into a story

even with your eyes closed.

This...Avinash Tripathi story.

And what did you two cover?

Ginger?

Madam, your ginger tea.

- I don't want it, Ganesh.

Okay.

And you two. Last chance.

Get me a solid story.

Otherwise this show

is going off air...

and your job's...gone

Shall we?

You invited me for lunch, so...

...it must be something important.

So, what can I do for you?

There's...news for you.

About Avinash Tripathi?

What?

Khwaja sir is resigning?

On the contrary...

...the post-mortem report

clearly states it was an accident.

Avinash Tripathi

was run-over by a car.

In fact, the police have

also arrested the car driver.

Wow.

You're fast.

Fast news has a price.

You're...a newspaper editor.

Who else would know

it better than you?

This news should be published

in your newspaper first.

Would you excuse me a moment,

please? - Sure.

Hello.

Yes, Mr. Editor. Hello.

The post mortem

report has arrived.

Avinash Tripathi died

due to being run-over by car.

What? Have you lost your mind?

We shot him first.

Later Khwaja had

him run-over by a car.

Yes.

And corpses don't lie, idiot!

But post mortem reports can.

Khwaja has made

all the arrangements.

I guess he's going to play

a long innings as the chairman.

Hey fool.

The game isn't over yet, Mr. Editor.

I'll talk to you later.

What the...

What happened, Mr. Killol?

What happened? - Bs happened.

They dissected the entire body...

...but didn't find the bullet.

What?

What is this, Mr. Killol?

You said after this

Khwaja is sure to go.

Chairmanship will be yours and...

...the contract for the interiors

at the Game will be mine.

Right, Mr. Killol.

Isn't that what you said?

You think this is a child's play...

...where I just wave my hands...

...and give you the contract?

They made the bullet

disappear...from the corpse.

So...you make the corpse disappear?

And we'll find the bullet.

What the...

I'll jump in the water.

What an idea. Jump.

That Monsoon always

wants a big scam.

And where will I get a scam that big?

Do you know what scam means?

It's much bigger than theft,

dacoity, rape.

What do you mean?

I mean...

When a poor steals...it's a theft.

And when someone

important does it...

...that's a scam. - Okay.

Only someone important can scam.

Bravo.

All okay.

Oh no.

You knocked it.

Who rams it down like this?

The place is Janata (Public).

So it's obvious.

They're used to it.

Fine.

Chhada sir. - What Chhada?

Chhada's getting squeezed.

Tea. - Bravo, boy.

Oh no.

'Dabbang Tempered Lentil.'

'Wanted Stuffed bread.'

Hey, pack me Judwaa Double Omelet.

You see, Chhada.

I run a small stall.

Not the LIC office,

"With you, always".

Do one thing,

settle your old account...

...and start a new one.

You never think big.

When I park my BMW

in front of your stall...

...think about your stature then.

Think?

Put it in my account.

I'll pay back every penny,

with interest.

Like always...

Don't laugh...

You don't know...I've

pulled the right strings.

I'm about to get a big contract.

For what?

Asian Olympics.

Chhada sir, here you go.

PP. Scam!

Chhada, please tell us

in detail about this contract.

Interview, me? - Yes, on camera.

No Chhada sir, you know he's joking.

Come here.

I'm saying this off-record.

Entire Delhi has to be decorated.

- I see.

Like a bride.

The streets,

alleys, crossroads, flyovers.

...Are to be decorated with pots.

Whose? - Chhada's?

I just bribed an important officer.

He's an honest man.

Once he takes the money

consider your job done.

What are you saying?

Hey...

It started in one kick,

congratulations.

That's a big scam.

Chhada sir.

Bye, Chhada sir.

What do we do?

Stop the car. - Forget it, Aids.

How long are you going to?

If you don't stop the car...

...then yourjalopy

will definitely rust.

Actually, you know what...

...I should turn this

jalopy into a toilet.

I'll do it here.

What are you doing?

Stop! Stop! Stop!

You're just...

Run! Run! Run!

Look, car.

Let's dump it in this.

Come out...

Hurry.

What are you doing?

Keep listening to

Radio City 91.1 with me.

And the next song is

dedicated to Delhi.

"Delhi..."

Hey, who's that?

"Delhi..."

Hey, who are you?

Hey... Avinash... Tripathi.

You know him.

ACP Avinash Tripathi.

He's Avinash...- No.

Now he's a corpse.

Hello sir. - Hello sir.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

All okay?

Move aside

Sir.

Did you get the corpse? - Yes.

Where is it? - In the car.

Where's the car? - It's gone.

What?

We got the corpse from the morgue.

They gave him a complete makeover...

with makeup and everything

As if they're going to a party.

Later the police started chasing us.

Stop the car.

The police is after us,

don't stop the car.

Idiots, it's a red light.

Stop the car.

It's illegal to jump a red light.

Stop the car.

They jumped the signal.

They're breaking the law.

It's green, take a U-turn.

Hurry UP-

You didn't go back

to get the corpse.

What are you saying, sir?

Like I said...the car's gone.

You know, it was ajunk. Junk.

But someone was still dragging it.

Tell him.

What...- Shut up.

It's illegal to drive

a car older than 15 years.

It's spreading sickness.

Making it difficult to breathe.

So much pollution...- Rascal.

I'm going to spread you.

- Don't worry.

I'll get you the corpse.

Don't worry about that corpse.

We're getting to it right now.

I'm going to file a

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