A seasoned underworld don in charge of the Mumbai ports receives a human trafficking deal from a rather anxious lady. She finds her way to his private snooker table through his son. Her annoying proposal and more annoying way of presenting it gets the don loose his breath while taking a shot on the table, the shot shifts its aim and brings an end to the rant of the lady. The space resumes its normalcy, as the side kick finishes the remaining rituals. The son who arrived late departs, rather helpless.