The King & The Commissioner

We will travel from here to Karachi by road.

Squad, position!

Captain Bakhtiar reporting, sir. The men are ready for the mission.

Boys, Major Abu Jalal Rana will be your commander from today.

Your boys, sir!

Attention!

Squad, disperse!

Pick your arms!

Come on, load!

Come on, line up! Move! Move! Move!

Position, boys!

Fire!

Squad, about turn!

What if you miss your shot?

You get shot.

Long live Pakistan!

Long live Pakistan!

Long live Pakistan!

Yes?

Voice sampling possibility is still open and as vast as the sea.

But the visual matching is totally rejected.

Maybe, it is just to test our composure.

A routine gimmick by the enemy.

The Defense and Home Ministry may throw this in the dustbin too.

But in the conversation you intercepted

the Prime Minister of this nation has been mentioned.

So, I wouldn't dare ignore your report.

Especially after the 26/11 incident in Mumbai.

Hello? - Can I speak to Mr. Nair, please?

One moment. - Thank you.

Who is it?

Shanta.

Damn!

Hello?

Mr. Nair? - Yes.

Dr. Sudarshan here. - Oh, hello.

Doctor, what happened?

Why is he calling at this hour?

Mr. Nair, I need to speak to the Minister.

Doctor, actually

the Minister had to attend an event in Ranchi with the PM.

Let me do it. - On return..

I mean, on his way back

his blood pressure shot up while he was in the helicopter.

He took some sleeping tablets before lying down.

It's late as well. Should we disturb him at this hour?

Or, can I call him in the morning? Is it really urgent, Doctor?

The drink. - Yes. It's urgent.

Shanta.. Wait!

No, Doctor.. - Please!

I want you to block the Minister's first appointment tomorrow for me.

Yes, Doctor..

I need a sitting with the Minister

to discuss the security of this nation.

Doctor, I.. - That's all.

Damn. - Frustrating creeps!

It is not the Ministers

but their so-called assistants who must be shot.

Don't get upset, sir.

You're meeting the Minister tomorrow.

Nothing will go wrong until then. - Hopefully.

As per the departmental protocol, we cannot report this to anyone

other than the Minister. - I know, sir. I know.

Thank you, Emma. Good night. - Good night, sir.

Emma. - Sir?

Regardless of how much you rush, you will still miss the Metro.

Sir, I'll be okay. - No.

Chandini would be waiting for you.

I know, sir. But I..

I'm dropping you.

I'll be fine, sir. - Come on.

I'll be fine. - Come on. - Okay.

Praise the Goddess!

Here, this is for your daughter.

Thank you. Oh, my goodness!

I'm so tired.

I hate this kind of traffic. - Me, too. Yeah.

No longer than 15 minutes. Call and inform your daughter.

What's wrong? What happened?

Nothing.

Come on. Open up. - Excuse me, what's going on?

They are partying inside. It's immoral trafficking.

Do you want to take their picture? - Excuse me.

Leave.

Trace Joseph. I have his number saved in it.

Hey, old man! Are you Dr. Sudarshan?

You.. What the hell is this?

What the hell are you doing?

Please!

Oh, my God.

Murugesh.

Boys! - Sir?

Join me for a drink.

Come on.

Greetings, sir.

Hail Tarakeshwari!

Mother! Goddess!

What do you need from the Goddess

Mr. Vilas Manik Mehta? - Yes.

No! Keep it.

What is his problem?

Sir, it's a clear case of tax evasion. Rs. 3.6 billion.

Do you own a steel company in Bihar? - Yes.

What are you crying for?

The case is now with the Special Bench.

The verdict is day after tomorrow.

You lend Rs. 60 million to Advocate Narendra Bhushan

and now he has withdrawn from the case, right? - Yes.

How can I help you with this, Mr. Mehta?

It's the Supreme Court. The Goddess doesn't have jurisdiction there.

You may leave now.

Sir.. - Come on, get up.

Don't utter a word!

You lend 60 million to an advocate

and all you give is this to Chandan Baba! Just this?

Were you hiding this?

Yes, you were hiding this from me!

Were you hiding this? Do you think I'm a fool?

360 million! 10 percent! Payment for the Goddess!

360 million. Do you understand? - Yes, sir. I do.

Good.

Who is the judge in his case? - Justice Sahasranamam.

Mr. Iyer! He is very strict.

Come here.

Tomorrow, we'll have special prayers for Mr. Sahasranamam.

It's a booking which has been pending for long.

Call and inform his wife right now. - Sure.

After tomorrow's prayers

Sahasranamam will go on leave for a week

for medical reasons. - Yes.

Your problems started after they both got married.

Yes, sir.

Daughter, the Goddess needs your blood.

She is very thirsty.

Hail the Goddess.

Hail Rakteshwari!

Hail Rakteshwari!

Something serious, but..

Yes. - You have financial problems.

Kishore, tell me. What is the price

for your secret, Kishore Balakrishnan?

One Lakh?

One million? Ten million?

Ten million, right?

20 million. Will I get 20 million, sir?

Okay. It's a deal.

Tell me.

Okay.

Sir, I..

Sir, I-I did this for money.

Please forgive me.

Don't cry, my child.

What is the use of crying now?

I am agitated.

Are you? - Yes, sir.

Kishore, try doing this.

Are you feeling better? - Yes, sir.

Do it again. Take a deep breath.

Deep. Very good! Deeper!

Yes. Take a deep breath.

Sir!

Sir! - What is it?

His heart is still beating.

Looks like he is still alive.

He should be alive. - Is it? - Yes.

You fool! When his body gets examined on the post-mortem table

there must be some water in his lungs.

There should be some water in his lungs.

Only then can it be declared as a suicide.

Understand, fool?

Mother!

Lord Krishna! - I shall call you back.

Krishna! - Yes?

What is the conspiracy here?

What are you up to?

Why should you be under the control of the High Command in Delhi?

Is this GK's right calibre?

Don't you deserve a term back home? When will you think about it?

It is a question that's regularly asked by the press.

We can equate the High Command to the Vatican.

And the Chief Minister to Paradise.

The Christians of Malankara and the Muslims of Malappuram

have all lived in Cliff House. When will a 'Nair'.. - Krishna!

Shame on you for being such bigots!

At least respect your position.

It's not me. He is the bigot! - Oh, no!

Your name should've been Shakuni, the one who instigates!

Kamsa, the demon, would also suit you.

I have the looks of Lord Krishna. - I see.

Given a chance, I'd become Shakuni. And when challenged, I'm Kamsa.

These are the real attributes of a politician. I did not say it.

I have learnt all this and more from my mentor here.

He wants to fire Kunjachan from the post of Chief Minister.

The other guy is not happy with his current position.

He wants to be the Chief Minister.

They want me to speak

with the High Command.

Isn't that why you spoke to me

about religions and castes?

You shameless fellows!