Before the setting sun,
his dark silhouette stood
looking over the city.
The wind ruffled his hair.
This city was once his own.
The city that he was born in.
Krrish.
He loved the city in which he was born and brought up.
That city was now hell on Earth.
Bro,
what does "dark silhouette" mean?
First, let me narrate the story, then you can ask questions.
But I don't understand it.
Publish a Hindi dictionary and then I'll understand.
Okay, but once you listen to it, you won't need one.
If you use such difficult words
how will I understand it?
So...
What is this?
A graphic novel. Mumbai's first superhero.
Really? Wasn't that Ra-One?
No, it was G-One.
The movie was Ra-One.
But G-One was the hero and Ra-One was the villain.
-Then why was the movie called Ra-One? -Who cares, man?
I've spent my entire life writing this. Just listen to it, once.
-You guys are way off topic. -Okay. Read.
Don't feel bad. Go on.
Corruption was plaguing the city.
Every cop was in the gangster's pocket and so were all the ministers.
And the superhero used to do the gangster's daughter.
I met Bhavesh and Sikku in 2011 for the first time.
There was hope everywhere.
It felt as though the entire country was protesting against corruption.
Everyone was rooting for change.
Why have you come here to protest?
Actually, we think corruption is shit.
That's it?
And in this chaos, these two clowns just wanted to get arrested.
The gates are closing.
-No... -Say it loudly.
We do believe that we'll overcome...
The cops had fun with Bhavesh and Sikku.
I never imagined that getting locked up could be so much fun.
All praise Lord Ganesh.
Sachin!
To be honest...
that was the best day of my life.
Sachin!
Hey, Docu.
-What's up? -Rajat.
-Bhavesh and Sikku.
Maybe Bhavesh and Sikku saw me enjoying,
and that's why they befriended me.
-Down with... -Corruption!
Back then, a lot of middle class messiahs with brooms appeared.
But Bhavesh and Sikku believed
that the crusade didn't need a messiah with a broom.
-We all swear... -"We all swear..."
They believed
that the ones who created the mess should fix it.
Pictures of inked fingers will be everywhere...
I've seen people point fingers at others
to blame them for their mistakes or for the goverment's failure.
They won't walk to the trash can to throw their trash,
but when it comes to waste management...
they'll write disquisitions on social media.
Disquisition?
-Why? -Joshi, the country is progressing,
what's with you?
-Really? -What's with you?
We are the most populous country.
Bro, what are we doing?
What do you mean?
We're just getting drunk and complaining.
Aren't we?
We should do something.
But what?
And when?
I have an idea.
Sir! Why are you cutting this tree?
Mind your own business. Leave us alone.
-Cutting trees is against the law. -Really?
I have a permit from the government.
-Get lost. -To hell with the permit.
Even trees have feelings. Did you ask the tree?
Did you?
Just cut.
-I said cut it. -Hey, stop.
Cut it.
-Look what's happening behind you! -Look...
-Sikku, run! -Stop.
-Sikku, run! -Stop!
-Insaaf! -Insaaf!
We've been trying to save these trees for so many years,
but no one is interested, they ignore it.
You guys saved our trees.
Thank you.
Listen carefully.
There shouldn't be any problems with the internet connection in the future.
-Are you threatening me? -Catch him!
-Sikku, show him the phone. -Look at this picture.
How did you get this?
Insaaf!
Thank you, Mr. Arif.
You found us when you had no one else to turn to.
Please don't thank us. It's our duty.
-Sure? -Yes.
The protectors of justice were moving ahead.
While Bhavesh was the face of Insaaf,
Sikku took care of the back-end because of his technical knowledge.
The Insaaf will surely come...
Joshi.
-Joshi, wake up. -What are you doing?
Whenever or wherever injustice may rear its head,
and Insaaf is summoned,
Insaaf will be there to fight it, and we'll risk our lives to deliver justice.
Too good, my friend.
So remember, ladies, gentlemen, and children,
if someone wrongs you
or anyone around you...
....and WhatsApp.
Do you really think
that by being a Youtuber and using Michael Jackson's lyrics,
you can sweet-talk any girl?
Yuck! You are so narrow-minded.
We're a movement, okay?
There are some people who care for their country, their city,
and their people.
Hey! Stop the car.
Stop now.
-What happened? -Go back.
-Tell me what happened. -You ran the light.
-Yes. -What!
-He ran the light? -Yes. Go back.
I didn't. There's no one--
-Go back. -It's 12 in the night.
Who runs the light at night, in the rain?
There's no cop here--
So will you run the light?
-I'll take you to the cops. -What's this?
-Get it out of my face. -Go back.
-What? -You want a cop?
I'll take you to one. Go back.
-Go back. -I'm going back. Wait.
-Sir, I'm going back. -Do it.
What happened?
What do you mean?
Traffic lights are there for a reason, it's not art!
We've been hit.
You can go now.
I know.
Why are you peeing here?
Sorry, my ass. Gross!
Hey, you!
I'm done.
Burning the trash is not allowed!
Insaaf!
Run!
Why aren't you in school?
You should not skip school.
ABHAY KORANNE MARG
Hey, it's a no-entry zone.
Get lost.
Asshole.
Why are we learning karate?
We have to, bro,
to stop guys like that bearded guy.
Next time, we'll karate chop him.
You're right.
But do we have to wear a robe to learn karate?
-That's how you feel it. -Okay. Insaaf Punch.
He's treating us like animals, bro.
Bro, even Bruce Lee wouldn't have done this.
Bhavesh, he'll run you over, bro!
Are you insane?
Hey, you, go back. This is a one-way street.
Sikku, I think he's scared. He's leaving without his car.
What's he getting?
-How dare you threaten us! -Sikku!
Sorry, pal.
For what?
Only you got beaten up... and I couldn't even do anything.
What are you saying?
Whether you get beaten or I do, it's the same.
We're together, in victory or trouble.
Tell me something.
Do you like getting beaten up?
For how long will you keep up this act?
It's not a charade.
It's a wave of change.
We'll change the country, surfing on this wave.
Both of you, get this straight.
Your posts on Facebook or Twitter won't change anything.
You're only advertising your stupidity.
Both of you will die. You'll get destroyed.
How will we change this country?
With small steps.
Today, it's just us,
tomorrow, it'll be hundreds.
We just have to promise each other that we'll never leave Insaaf.
-Insaaf Punch. -Insaaf Punch.
Today, the ongoing nation-wide protests looked gloomy.
Mumbai's empty MMRDA grounds mirror the anti-corruption bill's failure.
The government has silenced the cries against corruption.
This marks the tragic end of the anti-corruption movement.
When reality hits a man, he changes.
Something similar happened to Sikku.
After that day, the fight against the system seemed pointless.
Dreams of the Insaaf Show and a transformed country...
were shattered.
The city expanded, and five years passed by.
Bhavesh still believed
that things could be fixed.
But Sikku... Sikku had completely given up.
After getting his engineering degree, he became a corporate slave
just like millions of others.
He spent eight hours a day coding for an MNC.
Then one day, he received a call that changed everything.
We want to open an office in the US.
And to setup an office there,
they want someone from here.
Would you like to go?
Where in the US?
Atlanta. They want me to lead the development team there.
Are you really going there?
What about Insaaf?
-You'll be here, right? -It's a serious question.
I'm serious, too. You'll be here, right?
What have we changed in the last five years with Insaaf?
What are you saying? We...
Mr. Arif... We took care of him.
That set all the internet operators straight, right?
Things don't change overnight. It takes time. Everything takes time.
Bhavesh, people don't care about their own lives,
so why are we wasting ours?
An announcement blares on every train station in Mumbai,
"Do not cross the tracks." Do people obey? No.
They cross them to save time and get hit by a train.
-And then what? -Stop the car...
-What happened? -Stop.
-But why? -Go back.
-You ran a light. -I'm saying something.
So will you run a light? Go back.
-Go back. -Listen to me.
-Go back. -No, I won't.
Stop the car!
Are you showing that to me?
-Will you-- -Will you run the light?
-How dare you! -Go back.
-Go back... -Sikku.
But Bhavesh... continued to be what he was.
Mumbai's savior.
The famous Insaaf-Man of Malad.
This is Insaaf.
Your application is at the other police station.
Get it cleared from there.
But, sir, the cops came over two weeks ago and verified it.
But we haven't received it yet.
Sir, if you could read this message...
I received it 3 weeks ago.
That's fine. But we haven't received it.
-So what do I do now? -Talk to them.
-To the passport officials? -No.
Inquire at the other police station in your area.
Our associate visited your place,
but you weren't home.
Sir, I was at home. I spoke to him.
Read what's written here.
Your door was locked. You weren't home.
Bring the original documents and submit them again.
Sir, I was home. I even offered him some water.
Offering water to your guest is your duty.
Right, sir, but if I wasn't home, how could I have offered him some water?
Cold water?
Yes, cold water.
You have a fridge at home?
Yes, I do.
Of which brand?
We are at a red light, are you blind?
Why don't you bribe them and get it over with?
You'll have your passport in no time.
-Are you really saying that? -Yes. I'm saying this for your sake.
Sneha, I can't offer a bribe. I never have.
If I do so, Bhavesh won't let me inside the house.
Then don't go to Atlanta.
Stay here with me.
You always talked about change.
You would talk about fixing things and going on a world tour.
I'm not happy here, Sneha.
The time to change the world is over.
Come with me to Atlanta.
What will I do there?
My internship is here.
Your internship will end in six months.
You can study there.
You can study while I work.
We'll buy a house
with a white fence.
With a convertible in it.
On weekends, we can take long drives in it.
We'll get married...
American style.
Are you proposing to me?
Why don't you take it off, dear?
Well... I can't take that risk.
I don't even know if you can help me.
I have already complained enough
and approached journalists,
but no one gets me.
I'm listening.
There's a water crisis everywhere.
It gets worse during the summer.
For the last two years, in our neighborhood,
no matter what the season is, we always have a water crisis.
The local government promised us a supply of water twice a day...
but water is supplied only once a week, and randomly, at that.
6/WEST DIVISION OFFICE
I tried talking to the local officer.
He said he had too much to deal with already.
He would make excuses and ignore my requests.
Finally, he met me when I filed an RTI appeal.
He said, "It hasn't rained in Latur for six months, and you're complaining?"
"Latur hasn't had rain for six months."
"You want to complain?"
When did I tell you to submit this?
-I've been asking you-- -Excuse me, sir.
The official announcement assures water supply for four hours a day?
But Ward 6 gets water for a few hours in a week.
Who are you? Who let you in?
-I filed a complaint-- -Are you recording it?
-No. Can we live without water? -Tawde.
-How did he get in? -Answer me.
-Are you asleep? -You aren't--
-Get him out... -What about the four hours?
-Out. -Answer this simple question.
There's no use talking to him.
Don't waste your time.
Why are you staring at me? It's for your own good.
Complaining here won't help.
They've sucked out all the water. How will you get any?
What does that mean?
It's a high-profile matter.
Everything's planned here.
It's a scam.
The city's water suppliers have routed the main pipelines
to illegal pipes and mini pumps.
First, they cut the government's water supply and create a crisis.
Then the water meant for the people
is stolen and sold to them at sky-high prices, openly.
Their business is flourishing because no one is asking questions.
But now, we're here.
We're asking questions and they must give us the answers.
He said, "It hasn't rained in Latur for six months and you're complaining?"
"Latur hasn't had rain for six months."
-Yes, sir. -Did you see the video?
Yes, sir. I saw it.
Stop wasting time at the strip club and do something.
Hello?
Yes, sir.
Find out who the old man is.
Okay.
Ikandar Khanna?
Sikandar Khanna, sir.
That's what it says here. Take a look.
Actually, sir...
The roof was leaking because of the rain.
With this document, your passport will read Ikandar Khanna.
But, sir...
it's just a little water.
It's the same document. The name is clear.
Sikandar Khanna. It's the original document.
I've submitted it before and you've checked it.
You'll have to submit new papers.
-These are originals. -They won't do.
Sir, I submitted the same documents a month ago
and they were accepted.
That's what you claim, but is it written here?
Everything in this is a lie.
They came home, did the verification and everything.
Just tell me what you want from me.
What's going on?
He's threatening me, sir.
He wants me to approve his papers for passport clearance.
But the ink is smeared.
No, the roof of my house was leaking.
A drop of water fell on it but the name is clear.
Stop shouting.
-Can we approve these? We can't. -Right.
Why, sir? I had submitted the same papers a month ago.
-They have it on record. -Reapply for them and resubmit.
If you're so careless with your original papers,
who should face the consequences? You or the police?
-Sir, you aren't listening to me. -You aren't listening to me.
Go.
Send him out.
-The officer's inside, send some tea. -Okay.
Come on, get out.
Kamble, get some tea.
Sikandar.
Is your passport ready?
No.
What?
Then hurry up!
I don't have much time.
Hurry up, otherwise I'll have to send someone else.
You'll get your passport.
You went through so much
despite having the original documents.
You'd have saved time.
Sir! Sir...
Are you okay?
Easy.
Careful.
I'm sorry, I'm responsible for this.
No, dear, not because of you.
You did the right thing.
You did something that everyone should do.
My son's coming here next week.
He'll take me with him.
Now it's all up to you.
Just be careful.
They were inquiring about you.
I said nothing.
Nothing at all.
Got your passport?
You bribed them?
-Tell me. You bribed them? -I had no option.
"I had no option?"
You could've filed a complaint.
You could've lodged an FIR,
-contacted the anti-corruption wing-- -Shut up, Bhavesh.
Don't lecture me. It's done.
So I'm lecturing you now?
What about those slogans, Sikku?
"Never bribe, nor be bribed." What about that?
Was it just for the sake of it?
-What's happening? -You wanna know?
-He bribed the cops to get his passport. -I had to wait there in the queue.
I would get insulted.
I went through so much
just to be humiliated in front of everyone.
You don't know how it feels.
-I don't know? -No.
You're unaware. You don't know what's happening in the world.
Don't make excuses because you're scared of the system and the cops.
Don't blame me. You know what's happening?
They beat up an old man at the police station
because he spoke the truth about Insaaf.
Do you remember Insaaf?
Our show... Your show which you used to be a part of. Have you forgotten it?
Sit down.
How can I sit when he's bullshitting?
-What happened? Who got beaten up? -Barve.
The cops beat him up because he spoke about the water scam.
-All of them, the local officer-- -All the villains have united.
They had an itch, so they planned something. They stole water,
harmed everyone and went after an old man.
The world-famous old man
who starred in the world-famous Bhavesh Joshi's Insaaf Show.
-Just let it go. -What will you do now?
Will you fight everyone?
Will you stop everyone?
Speak up.
-What's he doing? -How will you stop them?
-Tell me. -Please stop.
-Please-- -Speak up!
-Put it down! -You are the Insaaf-Man, right?
-Will you do justice? -Are you crazy?
What are you doing?
-You wanna be a hero? -Psycho.
Tell us about your next move.
Do you have any more advice for me?
I don't give free advice. I'm a doer.
I'll show them, I'll confront everyone.
The officer who beat up Barve. And the cop, too.
Every corrupt leader in India should be beaten up.
What's the point of living here? Run away to America.
It's crumbling anyway.
Does anyone protest?
Nobody does. All of them are cowards like you.
Do you know what separates us?
I love this country and I can't watch it suffer.
So I'll stay here and change it.
Insaaf has driven you crazy, you see a conspiracy in everything.
I'm not fleeing like you. I'm fighting back.
Who are you fighting? Insaaf has hardly any viewers, except me and Rajat.
-Ask him. -Okay...
Why are you doing this?
I can't sit and watch like the others. My fight will continue.
-Got it? -Talk calmly--
You hide behind a mask,
shoot videos...
Grow up, Bhavesh Joshi.
You aren't a superhero.
-You're an unemployed loser from Malad. -Sikku!
What are you doing?
Just go, please.
Please leave.
Sikku.
Bro...
...really sorry, pal.
No...
...but it's too big for your nose.
Bro... Listen, bro...
Hang on. Listen to me.
I didn't mean to hit you hard, bro.
Sikku, sorry. Sikku!
Sikku.
I'm sorry, man.
The punch was a little intense.
The Insaaf Punch has become a habit.
Open the door.
Sikku.
-It's funny. -I'll show them, I'll punish everyone.
The officer who beat up Barve. And the cop, too.
Open the door.
Sikku.
-Bhavesh Joshi... -Boo!
We're standing outside a middle income society
where Bhavesh Joshi,
the one who uploaded a video slandering the police, lives.
We have Mr. Subodh here.
Let's find out why he's here and who Bhavesh Joshi is.
-Mr. Subodh? -Ma'am, it's the social media generation.
The government uses social media to promote its schemes for the people.
And anti-nationalists like Bhavesh Joshi use it
to disrespect this country's law and order, government, police,
and tarnish its reputation.
Traitors furthering Pakistan's interests should be taught a lesson.
We can't tolerate it anymore.
Long Live India!
Traitor...
-This is the consequence of... -Hold on.
...insulting India.
The crowd is shouting pro-India slogans and beating up this Malad resident...
-Hit him! -Hit him...
...dragged from his home.
He is Bhavesh Joshi, who uploaded the controversial video
insulting the country.
-That's right... -Enough.
...the people are not able to hold back any longer.
Come.
You're witnessing the patriots...
Enough... Stop.
Move.
Put him in the vehicle.
In the vehicle...
-Bhavesh Joshi... -Boo!
Come.
Stand guard.
To the side.
Move. Move aside.
What have I done?
Bhavesh Joshi.
Your show is over.
Wearing a mask,
becoming a phantom... It's all over.
If you ever utter a word against me or the cops...
or if I ever see you within a kilometer's radius...
then I'll shoot the next video with you... ISIS style.
Bhavesh, stop this now, please.
Did you get your passport?
Congratulations.
Come.
-Where? -Just come.
-Come. -But where?
You were his partner in crime, right?
Yes or no?
Get out of here, quickly.
Take my advice.
Stay in America. It'll do you good.
Everything's calm there.
Because if you and your friend cross the line again...
we know who you are,
where you live,
who you know,
who you...
date.
You got it?
I've thrown my mask away...
because I don't need it anymore.
My name is Bhavesh Joshi.
Now you know the consequences of speaking the truth.
Our fight for justice will continue.
I will not stop.
They're stealing our water and selling it back to us, this is the truth.
Calling me an anti-national won't change that fact.
I don't make up stories for the camera nor do I spread rumors.
I don't have the evidence, but I know where to get it from.
You may not think it's a big deal.
Today, they're stealing our water,
tomorrow, it may be our oxygen.
That's why we have to fight.
Nothing matters to me more than the truth...
and I'll risk my life for it.
Insaaf.
Hey... Who are you?
-Nobody. -How did you get inside?
It's nothing.
Stop.
Hey... Give me your bag.
Give me your bag. Come on!
Get him!
Hit him!
He's under the truck! Get him out.
There...
On that side.
Quick...
-Grab him! -Get the bag.
Pull him out.
This was in the bag.
He was crossing the road and was hit by a truck.
Sign here.
How did it happen?
The cops say that it was an accident.
Did he attend your classes?
Yes.
He never missed a class.
Anyway...
-Stop the car! -Are you showing that to me?
You can't run a light, no matter what.
-Go back... -Sikku.
They're stealing our water and selling it back to us, this is the truth.
I don't make up stories for the camera, nor do I spread rumors.
I don't have the evidence, but I know where to get it from.
I don't care what the media says about me, or what you think of me.
Nothing matters to me more than the truth...
and I'll risk my life for it.
Insaaf.
What's the point of living here? Run away to America.
It's crumbling anyway. Does anyone do anything about it?
No one does anything. All of them are cowards like you.
I want to learn.
Martial arts is for self-defense, not to fight others.
I didn't start the fight.
Go.
Go home and sleep.
Teach me!
I'm going out to eat.
How many times will she call me?
Tell me. Where do you want to...
When someone asks you who did this,
tell them it was Bhavesh Joshi.
What will you say?
Bhavesh Joshi.
Our game
and our name
are one and the same, Insaaf.
His face was covered with a cloth...
My jeans are too tight.
-Don't shake it, please. -I'm not shaking it. Go.
Come.
-Mr. Pawan. -Bhavesh.
-How are you? -Very good.
What is this place?
A model of corruption. An abandoned 5-star hotel built using black money.
-It's in ruins after the court stepped in. -Bro, where are you taking us?
-I'm kidding. -Don't do it, please.
It's not like I get a kick out of scaring people but...
Pal, my whole family has blood pressure issues.
Both my parents have high blood pressure.
This is the sea-facing balcony, and that's the queen's room. Sleep where you want to.
A sea-facing sofa here and a washroom there.
-Bro, I'm using the washroom. -Sure.
Listen. If you find a toilet, let us know.
What do you mean?
Connect me to the Immigration Department.
Write down this name, please. Sikandar Khanna.
Khanna, yes.
Yes, hello?
He's boarded?
Any information on him?
Not yet.
Keep looking
-and update me if you find anything. -Yes.
Stop whatever you are doing.
-Yes. -Start working on our next plan.
My name is Bhavesh Joshi.
You saw what happened to me when I spoke the truth.
But our fight for justice will continue.
...to break this country's law and order, government, police,
and tarnish its reputation.
Traitors furthering Pakistan's interests should be taught a lesson...
The official announcement assures water supply for four hours a day?
But Ward No. 6 gets water for only a few hours a week. Why?
-What? -Why does Ward No. 6 have...
-All hail... -Mother India!
We are standing outside a middle income society
where Bhavesh Joshi,
the one who uploaded a video slandering the police, lives.
We have Mr. Subodh here...
6/WEST DIVISION OFFICE
-Will it work? -Hundred rupees.
Okay.
I need four of these.
Useless...
Who are you?
I'm going to ask you a few questions.
If you so much as whimper, I'll beat the shit out of you...
and leave you here to rot.
Name?
Speak up.
Subhash Mhatre.
What do you do?
Assistant Officer, Ward No. 6.
Bhavesh Joshi.
-Remember him? -Who?
No.
I don't know him.
Don't lie.
Weren't you there when he was beaten up by a mob?
No, I don't know anything.
I haven't done anything.
I really don't know.
Who killed him?
Patil...
Mr. Patil killed him.
Who is Patil?
The government official for Ward No. 6.
Why did he kill him?
Bhavesh Joshi shot a video of the tankers, Patil's whole operation
and how he steals the government water using the tankers.
He was going to give it to the news channels.
What is Patil planning?
I don't know.
Who is Patil working for?
Speak up.
Help!
-Hurry up! -What is Patil's plan?
-Tell me! -Help...
Who does he work for? Tell me!
-What is Patil's plan? -Get this psycho off me!
-Say it! -Save me!
Break all his bones.
Stop him. Don't let him go!
Hit him.
Untie me, quickly.
Quickly!
-Untie... -Hey!
Hurry up!
-Hit him! -You idiot, untie me!
Untie me!
Come back here.
Hit him hard!
Take his mask off. Take it off!
Get up.
Get him.
Catch him.
Hit him.
Get him.
Catch him...
My car!
Don't damage my car.
-Come on. -Come.
Come on.
I'll show him...
-Where is he? -There he is.
Get him!
Jerk!
-Get up. -Get up!
Name?
Subhash Mhatre.
What do you do?
Assistant Officer of Ward No. 6.
Who killed Bhavesh Joshi?
Listen.
How do I delete a YouTube video?
-Depends on whose channel it is on. -Someone else's channel.
-We need his login ID and password. -I don't have it.
You'll have to send a request on the site. The process will take time.
I don't have time. It's urgent.
Why? Is it porn or something?
PornHub is safe, the other sites may have some viruses.
What happened?
Watch this ward officer, who was beaten up badly,
talk about the water scam.
Also find out more about Bhavesh Joshi, the maker of this video,
and why he's taken the law into his own hands.
You thought I was dead.
You said I was a terrorist...
an anti-national.
I told you that they're stealing your water and selling it back to you.
Now I repeat it.
This time, I won't spare them.
My name is Bhavesh Joshi
and I'm still alive.
Today, the Bhavesh Joshi case has taken a shocking turn.
The government officer for Mumbai's Ward No. 6, Hemant Patil,
has been called in for questioning to the Malad Police Station.
Sources say that Bhavesh Joshi--
-You know what's happening here? -No, what's happening?
Someone is impersonating Bhavesh and posting on Insaaf.
There's a video of an assistant officer's confession.
He acknowledged the water theft conspiracy and named Officer Patil.
The same scam that Bhavesh was involved in?
Obviously.
It's good that someone's exposing it, right?
Sikku, you need to understand how dangerous these guys are.
Messing with them is a death wish.
Sir, Mr. Rana is on the line.
I'll handle Mhatre and the media.
I'm sending someone, you'll work with him.
Okay.
The plan needs to work this time.
Find a permanent solution.
Ward Officer Subhash Mhatre's body was found in Wadala, today.
Subhash Mhatre is the same man whose confession video went viral overnight.
According to the police, it was a suicide.
He slipped into depression after the video went viral.
Police sources also tell us that he left behind a suicide note
which states that he was forced into confession,
blackmailed,
and that everything he said was false.
Perhaps the disgrace caused by these lies drove him to commit suicide.
HEMANT PATIL RELEASED DUE TO LACK OF EVIDENCE
They found no evidence against me.
What evidence can they possibly find against an innocent man? Tell me.
The real criminal, if there is any,
is Bhavesh Joshi...
or the coward who's hiding behind the mask
and evading us.
He's the one.
I think he's a terrorist,
who's trying to spread fear
in our city and our country.
When the tanker depot exploded,
I knew you were the idiot behind it.
What do you want?
I want to finish what Bhavesh started.
Patil visits the various pipelines in the city.
He always has two bodyguards and a guy with a ponytail and glasses with him.
They run some checks and tests on every pipeline and then leave.
-Will you do it? -Yes.
Go.
His tanker depot is closed, but the tanker refills continue.
What do you mean?
He fills water directly from the government filtration plant.
Patil isn't selling the water in the tankers.
He's sending it outside the city,
to some land in Dahanu.
Around 400-500 tankers full of water are parked there.
I wonder how much land he owns, filled with tankers.
He chills at a strip club at night with his gang.
They have a special room at the back. They were discussing something there.
Patil was planning something big.
Didn't get me anything from the US?
How did you find me?
I kept an eye on Sneha.
I knew I'd spot you around her,
and there's this place.
Sikku, Mhatre is dead because of you.
He chose to sleep with the devil, Rajat.
This is real life.
Things aren't black and white.
People like Mhatre can't always choose between good and evil.
Are you defending him?
He's dead.
-And Bhavesh? -You wanna seek revenge by killing people?
Then what should I do? Should I honor them?
Will this bring Bhavesh back?
Patil and his men are planning something big with this water,
and I have to stop them.
You can't do shit on your own.
Then don't leave me on my own. Join me.
You used to write so many stories
about superheroes, corruption...
-Were they just stories? -You aren't a hero, Sikku.
I know.
I'm doing what I think is right.
Did you think about Sneha?
They'll kill her.
And you too.
Are you scared?
This place...
-Here. Here... -Yes.
Which area is usually blocked?
This area is pretty blocked.
You take care of the rest.
Only this area? Or here as well?
Only here.
What do you use as the detonator?
When do we have to do it?
-The day after tomorrow. -The day after tomorrow?
Done.
Sure?
It'll explode.
Give me some water.
Hey!
What are you doing here?
Stop...
Move!
Catch that bald guy with glasses. Go!
Where is he?
The guy with the glasses...
-He went towards the right. -Run!
Where is he?
Go!
Start the car, follow him.
He has the balls to come into my bar...
He's on a black bike.
...and spy on me?
-Red colored headlights in V-shape. -He's dead.
-He's wearing black clothes. -Drive faster.
-Link Road... One minute! -Drive faster!
Where are you going?
Catch him!
What are you doing? Faster!
-Just go for it! -I am...
They're approaching, sir.
Shut it.
They're approaching, sir.
He's gone.
He's gone up, sir!
What happened?
He went up.
Up?
-Where? -The train station.
Hey... Stop!
Come on!
Stop!
There! Come on!
Check everywhere.
Look inside.
Catch him!
-Catch... -Stop him!
Move!
Go!
Get the car! Move!
On your mark! Salute!
CM ATTENDS CONSTABLE YOGESH SAHU'S FUNERAL
CONSOLES HIS FAMILY.
Brothers, sisters and friends...
Mumbai has been attacked.
Today, someone tried to destroy the city.
But the attacker doesn't know
that Mumbai's heart beats with the millions of its people.
If one of us dies,
many others step up to fight in his place.
Wow...
The strength to withstand the chaos,
the bloodshed,
comes from Yogesh Sahu's sacrifice.
Yogesh Sahu watched over Mumbai day and night.
He never took a day off on Diwali.
Even during the Ganpati festival, he was on duty.
He stood on the beach and made sure no child walked too far away from his family.
His sacrifice will not be in vain.
He will have justice.
Incredible.
Bhavesh Joshi is the name of the terrorist,
an aide of the enemy,
who is here to destroy our Mumbai and Mother India.
Not only must you stop this agent,
you must also wipe out his presence from the land.
I implore the CBI, NIA and every government agency there is,
to help us purge the city.
If you want a cleaner and safer India,
you must create a cleaner and safer Mumbai.
Only then can we protect our Mother India.
And then,
no one like Bhavesh Joshi will be able to cross into our motherland.
Hail India, Hail Maharashtra.
They're going to blow up the pipeline.
That's why they're collecting water in tankers.
They're going to sell it back to the people.
Go to the police.
There's no point. They won't listen.
Then what will you do?
Sikku... it's not your job to stop them.
You should leave. In their pursuit to find me, they'll get to you.
You'll need me, Sikku.
Your son will need you more.
If I don't call you tomorrow...
then take my laptop from the basement.
It has a video.
You'll understand when you see it.
Where are you going?
Sneha, I'm sorry.
I lied to you. I didn't go to Atlanta.
It's true that Bhavesh died because of me...
while I stood aside and watched.
I'm not a hero.
But I won't stand aside any longer.
Now...
you'll be blamed...
for this as well.
Have you heard the story of Icarus?
It's Greek mythology.
-Do you know about it? -No.
There was once a king named Minos.
He imprisoned Icarus and his father on an island.
Deep water surrounded the island on all sides,
there was no hope of escape.
Icarus believed
that his father was such a good craftsman,
that he could build wings for the two of them
that would carry them off of the island.
Icarus's father relented...
and made beautiful wings from wax and bird feathers...
which they used to fly away.
Icarus was ecstatic.
His father warned him
that if he flew too high, the wax would melt.
But Icarus was in his own world.
He rose higher and higher.
Eventually, the wax melted...
and he fell down.
Icarus died because he flew too close to the sun.
Do you know why I'm telling you this, Sikandar Khanna?
Because I'm that sun.
It's done.
Take him away.
Get up, Sikku!
Come on!
Sikku, hang on.
Talk to me.
We're there... We're almost there.
Doctor!
-Sikku... -Step back, sir.
-Check his pulse, please. -Yes, sir.
It's bad. He's lost a lot of blood.
We've given him painkillers.
-Yes? -I need to inform his family.
There's a phone at the reception.
Tell them I'm dead.
Move, please.
His name?
Mohan.
Mohan Kher.
OPERATION THEATER
Mumbai's serial bomb blasts, right on your TV screens.
Terrorists have targeted five pipelines.
Mumbai's water supply has been lost.
This may be the worst attack on Mumbai ever.
Tell me.
I can take care of all the city's water problems.
Without getting into the details,
let's just say there'll be a water tanker wherever you need one,
free of cost.
But on one condition.
Any future pipeline contracts...
Any further contracts for the city's water infrastructure...
Hundreds of water tankers are distributing water to the city.
From now on, these tankers will go across the city every day.
The chief minister has come up with this master plan to tackle the drought.
The people of Mumbai gave the chief minister a heartfelt thank you.
Sneha, I'm sorry.
I lied to you. I didn't go to Atlanta.
It's true that Bhavesh died because of me...
while I stood aside and watched.
I'm not a hero. But today, I won't stand aside.
We couldn't live out the dreams we had together.
I don't know if I'll ever see you again
or meet you again.
I managed to get some of your stuff.
Laptop, camera bag...
I'll see you in the evening.
Rajat.
Do you know what separates us?
I love this country, and I can't watch it suffer.
So I'll stay here and change it.
Before the setting sun, his dark silhouette stood
looking over the city.
The wind ruffled his hair.
This city was once his own.
He loved the city in which he was born and brought up.
Rajat, superheroes aren't born. They're made.
They live like us,
crawling along in a broken auto-rickshaw.
They just can't accept things the way they are.
They fight them without giving it a thought
to prove that everyone has rights in a democracy,
and we should fight for them, no matter what.
This is for Mr. Jadhav.
Did you see it?
Who is this?
That's not important. Did you see it?
What do you want from me?
Justice.
Heroes aren't scared of the dark.
Walls can't hold them back.
They don't look over the edge in fear.
They defeat fear and guide everyone to the path.
They wake everyone up.
In a world of lies, they fight for the truth.
They know... that no matter how powerful the evil is...
the good can't give up.
Their fight continues...
for the truth...
for justice.
In the darkness of corruption or crime, the one who emerges as a guiding light,
is called a...
Insaaf-Man.
Go back.
This is a no-entry zone.
Subtitle Translation by Swati Shukla