Drive

We have a very special guest tonight.

Please welcome Jatin Ahuja, from Big Boy Toyz.

Hey guys, welcome to Big Boy Toyz: Drive Nights.

And now, it's time for the last race of the night.

The winner will get half a million.

So are you guys ready?

Guri, cameras on!

This race will start from India Gate, go via Chattarpur

and will end in front of us at this warehouse.

All the best!

Three, two, one... Here we go!

It's difficult to say if you are more sexy or your driving skills!

Let's have some champagne.

Popping champagne is for ordinary people.

Karma

Karma

Karma

Karma

You walk with this swag Without caring who you bump into

I was waiting for this moment When you'd bump into me, hey!

You walk with this swag Without caring who you bump into

I was waiting for this moment When you'd bump into me

This attitude of yours That the world revolves around you

Now you'll know soon Why the world says

Karma is a bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

There will be no mercy I swear by God

They call me Karma and I'm that bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

You don't know

But Karma brings back around What you throw around

If you'd been good Then you wouldn't get screwed

But you just couldn't be respectful No, no, no!

This attitude of yours That the world revolves around you

Now you'll know soon Why the world says

Karma is a bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

There will be no mercy I swear by God

They call me Karma and I'm that bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

Karma is a bitch!

VIP gate check-in.

Sir, VIP gate check-in.

Ms. Vibha Singh, Director of Monetary Restrictions Authority,

facial recognition confirmed.

Log entry route, please.

It's 10:15 a.m., parking, sub level two,

entering elevator 12.

Exiting into grand hall.

Okay, I'll have a word. I will.

-Hello, Mr. Singhania. -Hello, Ms. Vibha.

-How are you? -Fine.

Sorry for the delay.

Actually a new scam has surfaced, I was stuck in its investigation.

-That's fine. -Please come.

Mr. Singhania, your business deals are all in cash.

So there's a lot of pressure on me about your case.

I'm sure we can settle this off the record.

-Of course. -Good morning, ma'am.

That's why I made you an offer.

Trust me, online security is a myth...

Oh...

Sorry, sir.

Hey...

Cyber Crime?

-Take this. -Sir, you've misunderstood...

-Come along. -Sir...

Mr. Singhania, my offer is quite clear.

-You need a clean chit... -Hello, Ms. Vibha.

...and for that I'm only asking for 40%.

And nowadays, even Swiss banks are co-operating.

All that is okay, Ms. Vibha, but a 40% share is too high.

It's too much for me.

Please come.

Mr. Singhania, please relax and think. You have plenty of time...

-I didn't do anything, sir. No, please... -Hamid.

-Scoundrel! -Hamid!

Ma'am, it's you?

-Good morning, ma'am. -Good morning.

-This... -Blood?

Not mine, his.

He's Industrialist Kumar's accountant.

A few more punches and he'll spill all the details.

Then, you see, I'll make him pay a 30% fine and 30% tax.

Then I'll set up such an inquiry that even his forefathers will quiver.

-Hey. Speak up, now. -No, sir...

So, Mr. Singhania...

-No, no, 40% is fine. -Good.

Fine. I'll send it.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Sir... No, please.

Hamid, where did you find Kumar's accountant?

Didn't he escape to Dubai?

Ma'am, this isn't Kumar's accountant.

-He's from Cyber Crime. -Yes, ma'am.

Cyber Crime?

Yeah, I thought Singhania should see what happens if he doesn’t pay us.

I couldn't find any accountant type.

I bumped into this idiot,

so I picked him up.

Accounts guys and cyber employees all look the same, don't they?

-Want to go? -Yes, sir!

Go, go.

-Hey, shut the door. -Yes, sir.

Yes.

Did Singhania agree?

After seeing you, even I would have agreed to pay 40%.

-Hello? -Hello, Ms. Vibha, please hold.

The Prime Minister would like to talk to you.

The Prime Minister... okay.

Hello, Ms. Vibha, this is Kirit Ojha,

Special Operational Secretary to the Prime Minister.

I'm sorry, he had to rush for a meeting,

but he needs your help with a personal matter.

My help?

I'm sending my guy to you.

He is Irfan. He'll give you the details.

-Okay, but... -Thank you very much, Ms. Vibha.

The Prime Minister's per...

Hello, ma'am.

Hello.

I'm Irfan. The Prime Minister sent me.

This is Hamid, the senior-most officer in my department.

Ma'am, if you don't mind, can we sit, please?

Shut the door.

Now, please tell me.

Three nights back,

about 660 pounds of gold bars were stolen from Mehta & Mehta jewelers.

Boss? He's arrived.

He's here alone.

Good. As soon as he comes out with the gold, catch him.

-And the gold... -One minute...

-These guys were not with the thief? -No.

A different gang.

I think this thief must have spoilt some plan of theirs

and these guys were there to avenge that.

Then?

Then the thief did something...

that no thief must have ever done.

Boss, he's set off the alarm.

Why did he set off the alarm?

Because the alarm immediately sends an alert to Mr. Mehta.

And secondly, also informs the nearest police station about it.

Go, go!

Hurry up!

Go inside. Grab him and take him with us.

Put your hands up!

Don't move! Hands up!

Despite the police, how did the thief rob the gold?

To steal from the vault, he needed two things.

An entry for his gang members to carry the 660 pounds of gold bars...

And second, the key to open the vault,

which he got by setting off the alarm.

The police station alarm was intercepted and diverted.

They never got this alert.

Who is this thief?

The King.

The King leaves a card at his every robbery.

And behind that card, he tells us where his next robbery will be.

When he stole diamonds from Surat,

he left behind the card of the Bangalore museum.

In the museum, he left behind Mehta jewelers' card.

And the card that he left behind there...

was this.

His next robbery will be here.

But this is...

Yes, Ma'am.

The Presidential Palace.

But that's impossible.

Okay.

I'm sure that the Prime Minister will feel very secure when I tell him that

"Ms. Vibha says 'that's impossible.'"

Sorry for wasting your time.

Mr. Irfan, I can understand.

You tell me what want me to do, and I'll handle it.

Thank you.

Mr. Mehta's gold was bought with black money.

And black money is your department's jurisdiction.

Mr. Ojha thinks that my investigation should happen from your department,

so that no one knows what's happening.

Were any leads recovered from Mr. Mehta's place?

Any CCTV footage, any fingerprints?

-No. -No?

But we found tire marks that belong to the cars of the other gang.

Tire marks?

These are special tread tires that are usually used for racing.

Oh... racing?

Street racing.

Sir, the tire marks that you found match the car of that girl.

Her name is Tara and she is the owner of a local courier company.

A local courier makes so much money?

Sir, this is a different kind of courier.

Smugglers, businessmen, black marketers...

Anyone wanting to transport their goods use the services of her company.

She has a lot of people in her gang, but she only trusts two.

One is that guy. His name is Bikki.

He's a fixer.

Be it cars or electronics, he can fix anything.