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Welcome to Mumbai, girls.
Only one more day, and your new lives will begin.
What happened?
-Get the cardiac team ready, quick! -Yes, ma'am.
I got it.
Jai Hind, madam.
Jai Hind, Jairaj.
Yes, Subhash?
I'm coming.
What's the matter, Madam Sir?
Take me to AIIMS, Jairaj.
Yes, madam.
Sana has left us.
My child left us.
She didn't even know that I came back for her.
Madam!
Ma'am!
-Excuse me, doctor! -How is Baby Noor? Is she alive?
For the past few days,
Baby Noor had to go through many challenging procedures.
During this time, the child showed remarkable strength and courage.
She survived two cardiac arrests.
But this morning,
she had her third heart attack, and we couldn't resuscitate her.
This time it proved to be fatal.
And what about those responsible for Baby Noor's condition?
And what about the mother? Will she face charges too?
-Doctor, we've got more questions! -Please, doctor!
-Doctor, please. -Doctor, one last question!
Excuse me, doctor.
Baby Noor, her mother,
and the girl responsible for her condition,
they're not criminals.
In fact, they're victims of a cruel trade that exploits women.
So let's not criminalize them, please.
Our duty is to catch those criminals
who are responsible for destroying the lives of many such girls.
-Ma'am! -Is this case linked to human trafficking?
Was the child able to see her mother for the last time?
Enough. That's all for today.
-Move back. -We've got some more questions.
Delhi lost one of its daughters today.
Not because of illness or an accident,
but due to negligence.
Where was the law that promised to safeguard our daughters?
Where was the law that vowed to protect them?
The innocent two-year-old, whose injuries had come to define her,
finally succumbed to her battle for life today.
They say a child is nurtured not only in her mother's lap
but also under the watchful care of the entire village.
But in this city, sometimes a child can be buried by nothing more than silence.
Sit.
I…
I thought she would survive.
This should have ended differently, Madam Sir.
Yeah.
This is the most selfless and selfish thing you will ever do.
Take your time.
Girls…
I'm sorry.
I'm aware…
this trip has been tough on you all.
All this travelling back and forth.
But no more.
Very soon,
you're all going to start your amazing new jobs!
A fresh new beginning.
So, everyone, pay close attention to what I'm about to say.
Your work will involve interacting with all kinds of men.
Throughout your lives, you've been taught to be afraid of men.
But, darlings, the reality is that
men should be afraid of women like us.
Keeping a man under control is something of an art.
But…
before you learn
to exert control on men,
mastering the art of self-control is very important.
What are you doing?!
-Shut the hell up! -Let her go!
Hey! What are you doing?!
Let her go!
Let go!
-Let go! -Shut up!
Get up, you bitch!
How dare you touch didi?
How dare you lay a hand on her?
You're peddling lies about good lives and dream jobs!
-Let go! -Let her go.
What's the matter, Sonam?
Lies?
You think I'm lying to you?
I see.
Alright.
In that case…
let me tell you a true story.
Come here.
Didn't you hear that? Are you deaf?
-Get down! -Hey!
Wanna listen to a true story?
You want to hear the truth?
You want to know the reality?
All your lives are worthless, and they would've stayed that way
if it weren't for me!
I'm giving you a life of freedom, bitch!
I'll bury you right here, get it?
Does everyone get it?
And if you keep coughing,
I will peel your fucking skin and make shoes out of it!
PEACE, SERVICE, JUSTICE
Heard things blew up in Surat.
The closer we get to them, the more violent they become.
Here's Vijay's phone.
The Surat police couldn't hack it.
-Time for you to work your magic. -I'll give it a shot, sir.
Abracadabra.
I'm getting some tea. Want some?
I'll get the phone set up and join you.
Okay.
Fucking hell.
Sorry to hear about the baby, Vartika.
But you found the baby's mother.
It's no small feat.
So, where are Vijay and Meena?
Most likely out of Surat, sir. We're tracking them.
Vijay is injured, and his phone is in Bhupendra's custody.
So we'll have information soon.
I'm sorry, that's not good enough, Vartika.
Three people were murdered in broad daylight,
there was a shootout with the police, and the girls are still missing.
I'm handing over this investigation to the CBI.
That'd be a terrible mistake, sir.
Vartika, I can't keep staffing this Special Task Force indefinitely.
-I want results now. -I understand, sir.
But we don't have time for bureaucratic maneuvering right now.
We already know how Meena and her gang operate.
The CBI will take at least a week to understand it.
And then the girls will be gone.
Alright, Vartika.
But if you fail and this operation falls apart,
it's not only your career on the line,
but also the reputation of every officer involved.
So find these girls. Now.
Yes, sir.
Shit!
What's wrong with her?!
Don't throw up here!
-Take her to the bathroom. -Come, let's go.
If she throws up here, you clean it! Understood?
Don't you throw up!
Come on.
-Go! -Come on.
-Hi, Ashutosh. -Good afternoon, ma'am.
-Jai Hind, madam. -Jai Hind, Bhupendra.
The Surat Police had trouble hacking into the phone.
I said, "Hand it over. We've got a wizard in our cyber cell."
-I'm trying my best, ma'am. -All the best.
Yes, John ji?
I heard you had a close encounter in Surat.
It's just the risk that comes with scaling up a business, John ji.
I'm sure you know all about it.
You're confusing business risks with mere carelessness.
How are Sonam and the other girls?
-They're all ready. -Good.
Thirty girls.
Don't screw this up.
You've screwed up more than enough.
You've got ten hours, Meena.
Let me know once the container is ready.
Can I hang up now?
Was that Vijay?
Get the girls ready. Do your job.
Don't worry about Vijay. Go on.
Go!
Vijay?
Vijay…
It's Mumbai.
She's in Mumbai.
I mean, someone's in Mumbai. It could be her.
-Yes, Vartika? -Sir.
Sir, we've got a hit on Vijay's phone.
The call came from a container yard near Mumbai.
We're contacting the Mumbai Police,
but my team and I are leaving for Mumbai right now.
Kusum.
Feed them some candy.
Girls, get up!
Form a line.
Come on, get up!
We'll be traveling by truck.
It's the last time, I promise.
And we'll each have one of these.
Come on.
This will help you sleep better,
and you'll be well-rested. Okay?
Here.
Come along, dear.
We need to ration the water, okay?
Come on.
Come here!
I don't want it.
I'm not asking. Take it.
Open your mouth.
Good girl. Next.
Be careful. Not a single scratch on the girls.
Go.
Easy.
Hold her.
Careful.
Look up.
Easy, be careful.
-Didi, I need water. -What?
Water.
All the water's been loaded inside.
I'm feeling terribly sick, didi.
You can deal with your sickness once you're inside.
Come on, girl.
Hey, don't start your drama again!
Sit back down!
Didi, water.
-Water… -Damn it! Hang on!
You're getting on my last nerve!
Come on, come on.
Where the hell is everyone?
-Hey, come on. -You run.
Go.
Get me some water.
It's Rani again. She's such a pain.
Get some more.
Come.
Get them out of here quickly.
Hey, you!
That girl's running! Get her!
She's getting away!
You dumbasses! She's running away!
Get her!
What happened, didi? What's wrong?
I've assembled an army of fucking morons, that's what happened!
We can't find her.
What, you want a medal? Just go find her! Go!
-Yes, didi. -You look after them.
Bhaisahab, how do I get to Panvel Container Yard?
It's about two kilometers that way.
Get up.
I don't know if you're faking your sickness…
but can I tell you what I do know?
Where we're taking you…
you'll meet people far more heartless than me.
You can't even imagine the ways they're going to use you.
Your friend's gone.
Now you have to handle this all alone, my dear.
Okay, off to sleep.
Come on. Lie down.
They'll be here for you soon.
I'm sorry, didi.
That Sonam was a pest from the very--
Do the final count.
Twenty-nine, including this one.
She's the last one.
The last one?
What's wrong, didi?
Sweetheart, you're the last one.
Madam, you will meet ASP Ganesh Naik at the location.
-Thank you for this quick coordination. -Of course, ma'am.
How much longer?
Sir, it's a twenty-minute ride from here.
Stop there.
Bring the jeep.
Fuck, run!
Come on, run!
Jai Hind, ma'am. ASP Ganesh Naik.
-We just got here. -Thank you.
DIG Vartika Chaturvedi.
-My team is blocking every exit. -Great.
No security?
Not much. Actually, ma'am, it's a private yard.
The containers here are usually exported internationally
through JNPT or other ports.
Customs officials inspect them at those ports, but not here.
-So it's a good place to hide the girls. -Exactly.
Okay.
Madam.
Jairaj, Vimla, check the east zone.
Bhupendra, check the north and west zones with the local team.
Neeti, come with me.
ASP Naik.
Do we know how large this container yard is?
Sir, around ten acres or so.
It houses more than five thousand container boxes.
Gate number 8, secure. East zone clear.
I repeat, east zone clear.
There's nobody here. The main gate is blocked, Madam Sir.
All clear this side. South gate is clear.
I repeat, south gate is clear.
Did anyone check here?
No, sir. Let's take a look.
Hands behind your head! Get down! Down!
Sonam?
How do you know my name?
Your grandma… she's looking for you.
Grandma…
You're fine now.
You're okay.
We're with you now. You're safe.
I know…
but the other girls…
and my friend Rani…
They've been loaded into a container box. I don't know where.
We will find those girls.
Did you happen to notice the color of the container, dear?
No, sir.
I remember.
What?
1375532.
The number of the container the girls were loaded into.
It was green.
1375532.
-Are you sure, dear? -Yes, they were all prime numbers.
-ASP Naik. -Yes, sir.
-Pass this information to your team. -Okay, sir.
Thank you, dear. Very good.
-Vimla. -Yes, madam.
Come in all teams. Look out notice for green container 1375532.
I repeat, 1375532.
Jairaj!
That's the one?
Madam.
Yes, Neeti?
Over here.
Are they…
They're alive.
They're all breathing.
They're unconscious.
-Check there. -Yes, madam.
-What about the ambulances? -Sir, they'll be here in 15 minutes.
Kusum?
-Jairaj! -Yes, madam?
Give me a hand.
Kusum!
Kusum! Where's Meena?
Kusum!
Where's Meena?
Don't let that bitch get away.
Keep an eye on her.
Let's get her in the car. Easy.
-Vimla. -Come here.
Yes, madam?
We found the girls. They're alive.
Are they okay?
They are fine, but they've been drugged.
Thank God, they're slowly regaining consciousness.
Those bastards have us surrounded.
We need to get to the jeep.
Listen. Shoot if you have to.
Stay down.
They're from different places, and not all of them speak Hindi.
We need you here.
I'll have Naik send someone to relieve you and stay with Sonam.
Yes, madam. Where are you?
All the way at the other end.
The north-east end.
Copied, madam.
Okay.
Vimla! Vimla!
Are you alright?
Go on!
Vimla, come in!
Is everyone safe?
Two men down, madam.
Meena was trying to get to the warehouse,
but she ran back into the yard.
-We are coming. -You stay here.
-You guys come with me. -You stay here.
Keep the girls safe.
Be alert!
She went behind those containers.
West zone.
Neeti, Bhupendra, come with me.
Where did they shoot from?
-Are you okay, ma'am? -Yes.
Stop!
Drop the gun!
You got me!
Put the gun down!
Will you really shoot me?
I will do what's right. Put the gun down.
And killing me is the right thing to do?
Shoot me then.
You're not the first person…
who wants to kill me.
Wanna hear a story?
My story.
As soon as my twin sister and I were born, our grandmother…
tried to drown us in a pail of milk.
My sister died right then.
Then came along my husband.
When we got married, he thought…
I would cater to all his lustful desires.
I was a little girl.
Very young.
So I did what I thought was right.
Rid the earth of one predator.
You're a criminal, and you exploit young girls.
-That's it! -Such big words.
This is the problem with people like you.
Do you know
how many girls escaped their personal hell and are living better lives because of me?
Do you have any idea?
Ask around.
Ask anyone in Rohtak.
I helped them build families.
New generations were born because of me.
You're delusional.
Put the gun down!
I provided those girls with the tools
that life gave me.
Understanding one's own value,
and the strength to fight this fucking world out there.
You are not a savior.
You destroyed the lives of innocent girls for your own benefit.
You force them into marriage.
-You pimp them out-- -Well, who doesn't?
Everyone pimps!
There are girls being bought and sold in every corner of this country.
Sometimes for dowry, sometimes to produce offspring,
and sometimes to satisfy the lust of men.
It's all pimping.
The only difference is in the methods.
And do you really think arresting me will solve everything?
Who does it even matter to?
-It matters to me! -Hey…
Put the gun down!
Oh, damn. You're all worked up.
Tell me one thing, madam.
How many girls have you saved till now?
For every one you save, ten others are sold out there.
How many will you save, madam?
That way.
Meena, run!
Run!
Run, Meena!
Hey!
Come on, shoot!
Bastard! Come on, shoot me!
Go on! Shoot!
Jai Hind, ma'am.
Please sit.
Thank you for taking the time for this.
It's my duty.
Taking into account Khushi's background and circumstances,
an appeal has been made to the magistrate for leniency.
Please sit.
Sit.
Yes.
After reviewing the reports
from the Child Welfare Committee and the Juvenile Justice Board,
the Court has decided to send Khushi
to a Women's Shelter for counselling and rehabilitation.
Dear…
you tried to save the baby,
and the Court is cognizant of this fact.
Thank you.
Noor was my daughter.
You did everything you could to save her.
Just remember that.
I don't know what you see in me.
I see hope.