C.I.D.

Hello. Listen, it's me.

The boss says he had better come around now.

He had better keep silent.

lf he won't be paid off, then use another method, get it?

lt's me.

Get him out of the way.

lf need be, pay him. Or else, have him removed. All right?

Take this to the printing room.

Who's calling?

Remember the man who's been very good to you?

We must know if you'll see our point of view.

My newspaper always prints the truth.

ls that your last word?

Yes! Neither money nor threats will make me change my mind.

lnspector Shekhar, please.

A call from the Bombay Times office.

l'm coming. Here...

Constable, l've been here all day. My feet are aching.

Sir, l've been robbed.

- What is it? - Sir, he's gone.

- Who are you talking about? - He's vanished again.

- Can you tell me his name? - Oh, Lord! What can l say?

How can l tell you his name?

- lt's like a ball that sinks. - You mean the moon?

- No, not the moon. lt sparkles. - 'Star'? You mean Tarachand?

Ramsingh, look after the case!

l'll tell the superintendent, the commissioner...

l'll lodge a complaint, l'll write to the home minister.

You call me here every day. You cross examine me.

Look into my eyes. Do l look like a thief?

We'll have to find out.

Mr. Srivastav, what made you think of me today?

l needed help so l thought of you.

Police help? How can we...?

Someone is threatening to kill me.

- Who is it? - Someone. lt'd help if you came over.

What's new, lnspector? Any murder, any robbery?

Mr. Banerjee, this is the C.l.D. office, not a news agency.

l know. You realize that as a reporter l must make public...

all that takes place in this city?

Don't bother me!

Give this for typesetting.

What is it?

Who are you? What do you want?

Who was he?

Where's the fellow who was standing near the lift?

There's been a murder at the Bombay Times office.

l'm a C.l.D. officer. We've got to follow that car.

l don't need to.

Then l will.

Stop the car. l said, stop the car!

What do l care?

There's a killer escaping. Let me get him. l'll return the car with thanks.

Before you can arrest 'him', l'll have 'you' arrested.

l've told you, l'm a C.l.D. officer.

You look more like a murderer.

- ls that car following us? - lt looks like it.

Drive faster!

You won't catch up with them.

lf you're a gentleman, you'll get me home at once.

l assure you, l'll take you home, safe and sound.

Are we to follow them all night?

l won't stop until l've got them.

Drive faster!

Look, the car stopped. They've pulled over.

Check the license plate.

What is it? Give me the key.

The key!

Do you realize a murderer just got away because of you?

lf you want to get home, you'll have to find the keys.

ln this rain?

lf you don't want to get wet, then sit here.

l can't find them.

l'm off. l'll go and look for help.

Wait!

Aren't you afraid of me?

All right. Sit in the back. We'll look for the keys later.

Are you cold?

Why not guess my name? l live by the bank of the river

ln my yard, a swaying pipal tree spreads its cool shade over me

People call me crazy, as my hair flies in the breeze

A black mole enhances my beauty. My face is as fair as could be

As on the winding streets l wander, young men stare in a stupor

Be careful today, when you look my way

As you gaze at my hair, you'll be caught in a snare

For those who have a heart to lose, l'm a woman of ill repute

l'm a mystery. That's my fame. So why not guess my name?

lt's time to go. Will you ask me where l'll travel?

Why not guess my name? l live by the bank of the river

ln my yard, a swaying pipal tree spreads its cool shade over me

- What is it? - Police.

- Where were you at that time? - l was at the press. He sent me.

- Who else was there? - l believe...

Who else was there?

No one. The editor was alone.

Was the phone in this position?

- Any fingerprints? - l'm checking.

He may not survive.

- Made any arrests? - We're holding someone.

Any conclusions?

- Who are you? - The sub-editor.

- Did the editor smoke? - No, nor did he eat 'paan'.

- Your name? - Master.

- Occupation? - l'm a cutter-tailor.

l cut coats and trousers.

lf l need money, l'm known to cut pockets, too.

Why were you at the office?

My stomach and brain are empty.

With some tea, my brain will start working.

Shut up! l'll set your brain right.

- Why were you there? - To place an ad.

- An advertisement? What for? - For a bride.

For whom?

- Don't you understand? - Be quiet!

- A bride for me. - You fool!

- Whose marriage? - Who is she?

She was my wife to be.

l mean, she is my wife to be.

Then why place an advertisement?

The advertisement was to look for work.

To her it's work, and to me it's marriage?

She's the one l'll marry. l'll work anywhere.

You talk to me of marriage, and to her of work.

What do you mean? Aren't you ashamed?

You told me you'll marry me. Who is this other girl?

Do you both want to be put in the lockup?

Sorry, lnspector. This man is insane!

This isn't your home. Now, what do you want?

- To stand bail. - lmpossible.

Constable, take her away.

- l'm glad you've come. - What are you doing here?

He was found at the scene of the crime.

You know me very well. Help me. He doesn't know me.

Why were you at the Bombay Times office?

Someone did his job before l...

What nonsense!

l haven't done anything. l'm innocent.

l've spent all my life cutting cloth, never throats.

- Did you see who did it? - Of course!

l saw him go in and come out again.

He had eyes as big as a 100 watt bulb. Built like a wrestler.

l was trembling with fear.

- Can you identify him? - l can identify his entire clan.

- You may leave. - Really!

Stop picking pockets or you'll be in for life.

He's a mere pickpocket. l know him well.

Be alert, be street wise. This is Bombay, my love

There are buildings and trams, motor cars and mills

There is everything to be had, except a heart's thrills

Some play the numbers, some go to the races, others thieve

Some starve, some suffer insults, others grieve

Yet the idle manage to make both ends meet

Here, 'vagabonds' is another name for the homeless...

while others cut throats, and that's called 'business'

lt may be the same game, but it goes under many a name

You call the world unfair. Don't be so naive, beware

You will reap what you sow. That's the name of the game

Flexing your muscles won't make old Bombay tame

Any news?

You're right, Sir. There's hashish mixed in this tobacco.

Get me the file on the criminals who deal in narcotics.

- Did you find anything out? - No, nothing.

l'm hoping when Srivastav regains consciousness...

l am sorry, Shekhar.

The hospital phoned. Srivastav is dead.

Why would anyone want to kill such a noble man?

Bad news.

l'm sure there are at least two people involved.

One who committed the crime, the other who engineered it.

Srivastav sent in this article just before he was attacked.

He was about to expose someone important...

but he was killed before he could accomplish that.

- Have you found any clues? - A cigarette.

Shekhar, four million people live here. At least a million smoke.

Those who smoke hashish can be counted among the thousands.

Here's our man.

Bring him to me.

- lbrahim, let's have another. - All right, then.

How are things with you, Shersingh?

- Who's he? - A friend.

- Here... - A cigarette?

l don't like his face.

Your name?

Who picked my pocket?

- Lost much? - 8 annas.

Take the packet. Pay me later.

A packet of 'peela Haathi' and a 'paan'.

Posing as a millionaire without a penny.

That's the trouble. You think l'm a good-for-nothing.

So you picked his pocket?

Here's 8 annas. Fill the 'paan' with my unrequited love.

- lt's a counterfeit. - Counterfeit?

The crook! Fancy clothes and empty pockets.

Poison disguised as nectar! What's going on?

To the police station!

- Why? - You'll see!

- Here's 8 annas. Tell me now. - You'll find out!

Join the police. You visit them every day.

There'll be no need to have a police force.

lf there are no thieves, there won't be any thefts.