Class of '83 (क्लास ऑफ '83)

Police system is a coin with two sides.

One side is the law… and the other is order.

Sometimes to maintain order, one needs to break the law.

When order's maintained, the system functions properly.

But we didn't know any of this in the Police Training Center.

The real lesson on the system was outside the syllabus.

And our dean Vijay Singh

taught us the A, B, C of it.

Knee up. Knee up. Inline with your waist.

The future Bombay police.

You can't even qualify as fake police in films.

By the way, this is not dean Vijay Singh.

He is our PT and Weapon's Instructor,

-Mangesh Dixit. -Fire!

Detail,

five rounds.

Application. Fire!

If you manage to get a warrant

before a raid or arrest, then consider it your lucky day.

Crime and criminals are uninvited guests.

No time to get a warrant.

But the lack of search warrant can go against us in the court.

-And this is our Law Professor, YP Mathur. -For example…

A taxi was parked in the no-parking zone in front of a motel.

A woman came out of the motel...

and climbed in the back seat of the taxi.

A man crosses the road and gets in the back seat of the taxi as well.

Two sub-inspectors noticed the movement

and searched the taxi in order to investigate.

They found weed in the taxi. So, what do you think...

the court ruled and why?

Shukla!

Sir!

-Weed in the taxi. -Oh yes.

Weed, sir,

the policemen could have planted the weed in the taxi,

to make a case.

Stop talking like a police officer!

Because you're not one yet.

This is class, not a joke.

Varde. Speak up.

What did you want to say?

Sir, we can't search them based on parking violation.

Contraband was found in the taxi, and not with any of the accused.

But I never said that they found the weed in the taxi or the vehicle

and not with the accused.

Sir, you just said, "weed in the taxi".

Sir, this case is Vakil Khan versus

-the state of Maharashtra. -Do you know about this case?

Yes, sir. I read it in the library.

This is not a Law school.

Mugging up the case is not the objective.

-Analysis should be on the stop. -Spot sir!

On the spot, sir.

All you’re good at is correcting the lecturers.

But not yourself.

So, listen, class…

The dean was supposed to take the next class, but he won't.

And this is me,

Cadet Aslam Khan. Third bench from the last row,

almost a back bencher in the class of '83.

Dean Vijay Singh's first batch.

Our first semester was nearly over,

but no Cadet had ever seen dean Vijay Singh on campus.

Bye. Here you go.

He didn't take a single lecture.

Shukla! Take one. All the way from home.

We just got our very first telephone.

I'm jerking off. I hope you don't mind dirty hands.

Asshole. These blankets are rotated frequently.

And the new dean, Mr. Singh, pays no focus on the Academy.

I wonder if the blankets ever get washed.

You guys never let me concentrate.

Wanker!

Shukla!

It's bad luck to jerk off the night before the exams.

What?

Singh was a veteran officer of Mumbai Police.

He eliminated many criminal gangs.

Why would he be rotting here as the Dean if he was that good?

He must be on punishment posting.

Let it be. It doesn't really matter to us.

It did matter to us.

We were scared.

Dean sir might not have taken a single lecture, but...

we were all scared about the Dean's evaluation.

Shukla.

Right on the bullseye.

But my instructions were one bullet on the bottom left,

and another one on the bottom right.

Bullseye is after all bullseye, sir.

You dimwit.

On the field, you're supposed to shoot

only to disarm and not kill.

Varde!

Your target chart reminds me of my mother's crochet knitting.

The criminal will end up paralyzed for life.

Next!

Come...

-Mr. Jadhav. -Sir!

What were you aiming at exactly?

Such wastage of government funds. What exactly were you trying to do?

Very good!

Vishnu Varde.

This is a review of your first semester.

All the cadets are assessed on a total of 50 marks.

In your case, with the dean's marks...

-But the Dean was missing again. -...and remarks.

Sometimes I felt that the training center administration

floated a rumor to scare the cadets

that Vijay Singh's been appointed as the new dean.

So...

you, me and Aslam

topped the first semester.

-Top? -From the bottom.

The glass is half full. Change your perspective.

-Correct. -Two more have joined our ranks.

Jadhav...

-and the other guy… -Surve…

Who cares if there's a dozen of them? I wanted good marks for myself.

I have a rich father.

So even if I fail,

I still have my family business. I'll take that up.

Technically, we haven't failed yet.

We managed to barely graze through.

Honestly, I would have scored better marks,

if Dixit wasn't always screwing with my…

He shatters your self-confidence completely.

Let's go break Dixit's balls.

Do you want us to get rusticated?

Only if we get caught.

And who cares even if we do get caught.

We aren't exactly ideal students.

Bottoms up.

-Let's do it. -Bravo!

-What about you? -Will you give me a job?

Done!

Dean and Dixit got a whiff of Shukla's great plan.

We had this great desire that the dean teaches us.

And he finally taught us a lesson. Quite literally.

Dean's entry was like a villain's entry in our life.

IPC Section 107-117.

When two or more people plan

to execute a crime.

You, you, and you.

Your faces indicate you three were involved in some kind of incident.

We haven't done anything, sir.

That is what every criminal says.

And the police's job us to establish a connection between the alleged criminals.

And this,

is the exact fact that criminals try to conceal.

If anyone from the classroom would like to interrogate them, feel free to do so.

Sir!

Sir!

Aslam,

how did you get these bruises on your face?

Sir!

Last night, I woke up to go to the bathroom.

But due to the rains and wet surface…

-So... -Sir.

Did Shukla tag along with you to the bathroom?

No, I am quite capable on my own.

Because Shukla has a bruised face as well.

What were your whereabouts last night, Shukla?

Few anti-social elements took advantage of the deluge

and tried to enter the campus premises. And we…

Any alibi?

Me.

Sir, when I saw Shukla tackling the attackers, I jumped right in to save him.

What motive would the intruders have to infiltrate the training camp?

To steal our arms and ammunition, sir. Our training weapon.

And did the intruders tell you this?

No! But that's the only thing worth stealing here, sir.

Then why didn't you raise an alarm? You should've alerted the guard.

We did. We tried doing that.

But unfortunately, no one heard us in the deluge.

And where did this scuffle take place?

-PT ground. -PT ground.

Sir, their night suits should be investigated.

If, according to them, the struggle took place in the PT ground,

their night suits should've traces of mud from last night.

Yes, sir. If they are telling the truth, we'll definitely find stains.

You'll find different kinds of stains on Shukla's clothes, sir.

So, Shukla, Aslam and Varde…

Shall we check your night suits?

Sir…

Sir, we are sorry.

We lied.

Sorry.

If your motive was to lie, you should have soiled your night suits first.

That would have saved you from getting caught in the investigation.

Sit down.

Rohan's second-term form.

Sign on the dotted lines.

He wanted to join the police when he was a kid.

But the police department isn't what it used to be.

Politicians are providing safe-haven to gangsters and criminals.

Tell me something I don't know.

Yeah, but the

fresh recruits nowadays are smarter.