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I don't get as happy when you come

as my heart gets sad when you leave.

Okay, I won't see you anymore.

Let me leave now. Bye.

Help!

Leave me! What are you doing? Leave me!

Help! Somebody help me!

- Help me! - Hey!

- Leave me! - Come on! Don't you dare shout!

Leave me! What are you doing?

- Leave the girl! - Help me!

- Help me! - What the hell are you doing? Let her go.

Vicky!

What you are doing is wrong.

Brother, don't leave me!

For God's sake... Brother!

No! Don't!

Brother, please help me. Don't leave me!

Brother, please...

Brother!

Brother, don't leave me!

Brother, don't leave me!

Brother!

What happened? Why do you look so worried?

Did you have a fight with Uncle?

'Brother!'

Dad, why was Mom crying at the wedding the whole time?

I will not cry at all during my wedding.

Do you want to get married now?

Here, take your medicine.

God knows what might have happened to the poor girl.

You did well that you did not get involved in their matter.

Heaven knows what these goons can do.

Mehru, you have taken your medicine. Now go to sleep.

Wait a while, my love.

Why are you in such a hurry to sleep?

You should talk to me as well once in a while.

Looks like you two have a secret language just for yourselves!

Okay, fine. I'm leaving.

Don't scold the child all day long.

My name is Gurmeher Kaur. Kaur means princess,

and you should talk politely with the princess.

- Don't put your attitude on display. - I am a Sikh girl.

There's an H in people's blood group,

and Sikh women have an attitude in their blood.

Attitude.

She's a braggart just like her dad.

Did they really fire at you?

I mean, you are not bragging as usual, are you?

"Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as stone."

"There is power in God's prayer."

"There is power in God's prayer."

"This world is like a court for us."

"Whoever commits atrocities will not survive."

"Until the last star falls, we won't give an inch at all!"

"Oh, God, please bless us with bravery."

"Oh, God, please bless us with bravery."

"That's the only way to live."

She's so pretty. Will she agree to marry me?

She doesn't have a father. Only a mother.

They can't give anything. Otherwise,

no one would want to give such a pretty girl to a monkey.

"Whoever commits atrocities will not survive."

"Be it, women of any religion,"

"we will not tolerate any atrocities against them."

"Then the Singhs got angry on hearing that."

"Then Jassa Singh Ahluwalia challenged."

"He said, 'Come out of your house!"

The shop is rented, but the house is our own, and the money is also good.

- Okay. - Yeah, I am a great mechanic.

Things happen before I even touch them.

You know what, Uncle? You know Aunt Jeetu of our village,

she came to me with her problem.

- He is a bit braggart. - I said, Aunt...

- A bit too much. - It's in your head...

She didn't believe me.

Looks like he is running empty up there.

"Don't you dare fight with us. We have courage."

He was one year old

when someone left him in the Gurudwara.

Then one of our workers, Badhawa Singh, brought him up.

He didn't have children. Just think of it as

he was raised by us. He also visits Gurdwara sincerely.

- He doesn't take drugs or something. - We don't want anything else.

- We agree for this union - But we don't, sir.

I did everything for this girl as a father.

They didn't even ask us about this marriage. Sister,

tell me, what's wrong with the marriage proposal by Banso?

That boy is not right for my girl, Darshna.

Go and ask whosoever you want to in the village. He takes drugs.

If you don't want to marry her with him, then don't.

But don't defame anyone's son or daughter.

And as if the boy you've found is such a Sikh blood.

He doesn't have a family. He does not own any property.

Aunt, I accept him as he is.

My heart agrees to be with him.

We have been married for a year now.

You haven't bought bangles yet.

I'll wear them. What's the hurry?

First, let me have the feel of a wife.

Enough of the feel of a wife. Now you should be a mother.

People ask me questions. Come on, let's go now.

Come on! I am enjoying it.

Not here, guys!

Go home and have as much fun as you want. Huh!

Are you happy now? Let's go now.

Hey, listen. Sit here.

Now what?

Mom wanted her son-in-law to wear a gold bracelet.

It's been a year,

but the poor thing could not buy it.

So I thought to give an iron bracelet

to my mother's son-in-law.

Many people wear gold.

Iron suits only Sikh men.

Keep our relationship as strong as iron.

- Always be by my side. - I will.

Oh, come on! Get a room already!

My mind is reeling at your actions.

My wife has gone to her parents'. Come on, man!

And they are doing this in front of me.

Focus on your defence.

If the enemy is stronger, then he is defeated by making him run.

Come on, run! Wait!

Turn! Attack!

Well done! Yeah, Gurmukh,

come on. Pick up the sword.

No, Baba, I can't do all these things.

I am good enough for only singing hymns.

If our forefathers had this thinking, then the Mughals

would have been ruling here. It is a good thing to sing hymns.

But Gurmukh,

If the need be, a person should also, know how to swing a sword.

By the grace of Waheguru, we have a lovely baby girl now.

- We've come for her christening ceremony. - Oh, good!

Her father's name is Gurmukh Singh.

She belongs to a Sikh family.

- The pure belongs to the Lord. - The victory belongs to the Lord.

The letter is "G".

"G" for Guru, and she is Guru's Meher.

So her name will be Gurmeher Kaur.

Whoever utters shall be happy and fulfilled.

Great Timeless Lord!

Has the city bus left, Mr Lala?

What do you want to do in the city?

Seeing you, the whole city will come here.

Oh, stop with your teasing. Tell him to shut up, Mr Lala.

He's messing with me. If I get angry, I will take hold of them all

and beat them.

We are dying after seeing your style anyway.

Hey, Khurana, shame on you! And Lucky,

I will beat you someday, I'm telling you.

Mr Brar, mind your business.

- Come on. - Very good, Mr Lala.

This is Khurana. He is Gurmukh.

He is Lucky and Jagdish

is Mr Brar. You are talking very politely to him.

Why not? What's wrong with this?

Look at his lifestyle. His son has gone to Canada.

His lands are with the bank. What else does he have?

- He is a hero on his own terms. - Come on!

At least I live on my terms. You can't even do that, Lala.

You chatter all day long. Look at me.

My program gets fixed before 7:00 pm

- with two mutton leg pieces. - And then the bankers

would pull you by your legs. Come on, Sardar!

Shame on you, Lala. Shame on you.

If not for us Sikhs,

then Abdali and Wadali would never have spared you guys.

No one has ever supported the poor people in this country

as much as we have.

So did you come down from the sky with a parachute?

We were your forefathers.

You are not our forefathers.

We were your forefathers. You did your shaving.

Keep a beard for a month. You too will become a Sikh.

Right, Brar? Remove your rickshaw!

- What's going on? - Don't you understand?

- I stopped for tea, Sir. - Is there a show here?

Come on, Sardarji!

Go and help the poor guy.

- Me? I will... - What happened?

Are you scared to see the police?

- Why would I get scared? - I'm not afraid of anyone.

- You are never scared. - I have to repair the motor.

- No, man! I can't... - Be brave!

The police will be scared to see you. Come on now!

Come on. I'm with you. Let's go.

Get lost from here. Get lost, I said!

I'll give you a tight slap.

- Get lost! - Why are you forcing the poor man, Sir?

He is just a minister, not the owner of the country,

That one can't even stand here. This is blatant hooliganism.

You are calling the government work hooliganism?

Yes, it's hooliganism.

- There he goes! Oh, boy! - Oh, my God!

Now let's go home, my boy.

Now see what your wife will say.

It was a new shirt. How will these stains go now?

The way you are rubbing,

I feel that the shirt itself will be finished, let alone stains.

What if they had caught you and taken you to the police station?

I've told you hundreds of times to mind your own business.

Can't you understand? Huh!

Hey! Whose side are you on?

I am on Mom's side.

If you are so fond of becoming a hero, Sardarji,

- then try your luck in films. - And have Sargun Mehta your heroine. Yes!

Never get into trouble after today. Huh!

A Sardar never gets into trouble.

Trouble gets to a Sardar.

Dad, you have a very strict wife.

I feel bad for you.

You're right, honey. I am praised outside and scolded at home.

It looks like she's angry. Let's make her happy.

"She looks so cute when she's angry."

"She looks so cute when she's angry."

"Don't get angry even if God gets angry."

"I am devoted to you, my love... My sweet wife."

"My sweet wife."

"My love, I love you. My sweet wife."

"Don't be a braggart. Grow up. Get better."

"I asked God for a nice man..."

"I asked God for a nice man, but all I got was a naughty boy."

"Oh, my Sardarji!"

"Oh, my Sardarji!"

"Go and charge your brain. Oh, my Sardarji!"

"Don't get angry at everything. Don't try to be Hitler."

"Don't get upset over little things."

"The smile on your face looks good. My sweet wife."

"My sweet wife."

"My love, I love you. My sweet wife."

"You are lucky to have found such a nice girl like me."

"You can't handle me."

"Don't force your love on me."

"Don't force your love on me."

"Drop me off at my parents' place. Oh, my Sardarji!"

"Oh, my Sardarji!"

"Go and charge your brain. Oh, my Sardarji!"

- Meher! - Meher! What happened to you?

The baby has defects in two valves of the heart.

Usually, this disease is congenital.

She has to be operated on as soon as possible, and it costs hefty amount.

- How much, doctor? - Around 12-15 lakhs.

Why are you getting upset?

- I will manage it. - How will you manage?

From where will I manage?

Can we talk to Uncle Darshan once?

Maybe he's not so mad at us anymore.

Let's go.

Lassi is not available at such places. Your lassi is prepared.

Okay, let's try.

Butter may come out of the lassi.

- Oh, hello! Come here! - Yes, Sardarji?

Upload it on Facebook. And...

How many likes did yesterday's picture get? Count and tell.

Sure, Sardarji.

So...

- Joginder Singh? - It's Gurmukh...

- My name is Gurmukh. - Oh, yeah.

Joginder is my relative's name.

Gurmukh, the shop of yours is rented.

Your house must not be worth more than two lakhs. How will you pay

if I give you 5-7-10 lakhs?

I'll repay you bit by bit.

Very good! It means,

take it in full

and return it bit by bit.

- What do you think of me? - An ass!

Sardarji, someone has put a photo of an ass under your photo.

Do you want a beating?

Delete it! Get lost!

I am a contractor, Niranjan. A contractor!

- My name is Gurmukh Singh. - Whatever!

You didn't deserve my niece.

My sister-in-law was an idiot.

She married her lovely girl to a beggar like you.

Otherwise, she would have been living like a queen.

He doesn't deserve 10 thousand

and is asking for ten lakhs.

Another innocent girl was snatched away by the lusty vultures.

The girl working in a private school was missing

since yesterday afternoon, and her body was found this morning.

The whole of humanity should be put

to shame for the way she has been treated.

As you can see, the police are here. Now it has to be seen whether

anything happens next, or this news too gets buried like the rest.

- What happened to her? - Top officials have reached here.

- She used to work in a private school. - Oh, my daughter!

Your Neeru is no more!

Look what they have done to my daughter.

I don't get as happy when you come

- as my heart gets sad when you leave. - Huh!

Okay, I won't see you anymore.

Let me leave now. My ride will be here. Bye.

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

- Ready? - Okay.

Three, two, one. Go!

Why does this keep happening to us...

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

What happened?

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

Can't do it? Ishu!

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

Why does it happen every time that

when someone's daughter is raped, only then do we create a ruckus?

That girl was the only hope for this family, so we will call her Ummeed.

SSP Siyal has arrived to console her family.

But he too has only assurances

- to give to the family. - Absolutely not!

We will not perform the cremation

until you arrest the murderers of our girl.

If you try to force us, we'll immolate ourselves to death.

Look, we sympathise with you. We are trying our best.

Absolutely not! We will go on strike!

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

- Coercion won't be tolerated. - It won't be tolerated.

Waheguru!

Oh, God! What's happening in this world?

They treated the girl like a dog.

Such people should be put in line and shot.

- Right, Mr Lala? - Yeah!

She was the sole breadwinner in her house. That's so bad.

Let me see, Lala.

I saw this news on TV at night.

Then I could not sleep the whole night.

The day before yesterday, this girl was

abducted in front of me on the city road.

Listen to this. Today's first boast of Gurmukh.

Then he will say that he even tried to save the girl like a hero.

Really, Mr Khurana, I tried, and then I went to the goons.

Then they took out their pistol and threatened you.

Yeah, Brar, he fired too at me.

- Shot past my ear. - And on the way, it said in your ear,

'Side, please. Bye. See you again.'

Hey, Gurmukh Singh, cool down.

He always talks like this.

Sir, please...

Sir, listen to us...

Sir...

I don't want any slack in this matter.

Check every link of the dead girl.

Get her call details out and get the messages out by unlocking the phone.

- Hurry up! - Okay, sir.

Sir,

Gurmukh Singh, a man in the nearby village

where the girl used to work says that

this incident happened in front of him.

But the guy is not trustworthy.

There is no need to go after such things. Focus on...

- What was the name of that man? - Sir, Gurmukh Singh.

Gurmukh.

He's totally trustworthy.

- Final try, okay? - Okay.

Come on.

This one.

It's not here.

- Yay! - This one.

- It's not even here. - What is this?

The birdie took it.

'The birdie took it.' You birdie!

- Bird... - Mr Gurmukh Singh, SSP Siyal is here to see you.

- Greetings, sir! - Hello, Gurmukh.

Whisper in Dad's ear that there's no need to tell anything.

Hmm.

Don't you dare tell anything to him!

Mom told me to whisper this in your ear.

What can I say...

I really don't know about that incident.

Do you remember, Mr Gurmukh Singh,

you wrote me a letter a few days ago?

Yes, I wrote it because

your policemen were coercing a rickshaw puller.

You wrote, 'People don't expect the police to coerce people'.

But, Mr Gurmukh Singh,

do people expect Guru's Sikh

to remain silent even after seeing coercion?

This is my personal number. Keep it.

You might need it.

Agreed that you could not fight with those people.

But you could have Reached out to the police.

Maybe the girl would have survived.

It is foolish to fight unnecessarily, Gurmukh.

But when a man does not fight even when it is necessary, that's cowardice.

If a Guru's Sikh should not be a fool,

then he should not be a coward either.

This is why Guru Sahib

wanted Sikhs as soldiers.

SSP sir, it's Gurmukh speaking.

Note down the number of the Fortuner car in white colour.

I'm going to IG's house.

I need all the details of this vehicle before reaching there.

- Shammi Narang? - Yes.

The vehicle is registered in the name

of Vicky Narang, son of Shammi Narang.

He is a drug addict

and has been absconding since the day of the incident.

Apart from Gurmukh, is there any other evidence against him?

- No, sir. - Then how can

we put our hands on the family

of such a powerful man just based on Gurmukh's statement?

- You know about Shammi Narang. - Yes, sir.

He is the chief of Punjab's liquor lobby.

Many political leaders and officers have a share in his business.

But not mine!

I understand, Mr Siyal, that you are an officer of great integrity.

That's why no one allows you to stay in one place for more

- than 1-2 years. But... - Right.

I am nearing my retirement.

That's why I don't want to offend anyone right now.

But, Sir, a decent man has tried to help

our department by taking a risk.

Being decent in a corrupt system is the biggest risk, Mr Siyal.

Anyway, I'll talk to the authorities.

Mr Narang!

Mr Narang...

It's IG's call.

Mr. Vicky has messed up.

It's a rape and murder case.

It's going wrong.

It's really getting out of hands

No one listens here.

It's all going to mess up.

What am I saying?

- It's all going wrong... - Do whatever it takes to clear this mess.

He is our only son.

What will we do if something happens to him?

Tell him not to return to Punjab till the matter cools down.

No, sir... No...

Ahh!

No...

I told you

that it is very important to take

my permission before creating any mess. Didn't I tell you?

- Do you think I was joking? - No...

Vicky loved that girl.

But she didn't like Vicky.

We met her at the market that day.

How dare you touch me!

Then Vicky decided to take revenge.

We picked up that girl.

- Help! Somebody help! - Then Gurmukh also came there.

- Leave her! - But...

Then we brought the girl to the cellar.

After the labours were gone, all four of us...

We didn't even know when she had died.

Then we dumped her dead body.

Come here.

He is Mr Darshan Singh. He is Gurmukh's Uncle-in-law.

- Gurmukh? - But the police haven't caught a single criminal yet.

What has he done to you?

'Now, some sources in the police department is telling us'

'that there is an eyewitness to the kidnapping of Ummeed.'

'We don't know yet who he is.'

- Is that witness Gurmukh? - 'Police officer...'

'It is suspected that there is an attempt'

'to hush up the matter for some specific reason.'

Got it!

- I got it all, Mr Sharma. - Narang.

- I am Sharma. - I know!

Mr Narang. Starting with a contract, he has ruled the entire Punjab.

I'm a big fan of Mr Narang.

Mr Narang, one selfie for this happy occasion.

Okay, then. Now tell me what to do.

First, don't upload this selfie on Facebook.

I will put this photo in a frame

- and put it in my office, Mr Narang. - He is Mahant.

There is Mr Narang.

Can you convince Gurmukh

not to get into this mess?

He's a braggart. He doesn't take even a minute to insult anyone.

What if you get 2-4 contracts for getting insulted by your son-in-law?

Of course, I will do it.

Seerat!

Uncle, you? Oh, my God! Gurmukh!

Today when he told me that Meher has this disease, I got scared.

I told him to take me to Gurmukh's place right now.

Let's talk about it. Then what did the doctor say?

He said that she would have to have an operation soon.

And it would cost a lot of money.

So what? You are my daughter.

I will spend 10-12-15 lakhs whatever it takes for her treatment.

Are you alright, Uncle?

I am absolutely fine.

You just fix your mind.

Don't tell anyone

that Neeru was kidnapped in front of you.

Okay, Uncle. He won't say it to anyone.

You just get Meher treated.

Do you even know from whom Uncle would get us the money?

From those who humiliated and killed that girl.

Okay! Then take me and sell me somewhere.

You have no other way to save Meher.

Come on, man! What was she to you?

That you have lost your mind for her.

She is dead! Forget about her.

Save your daughter. Right, Lakshmi?

Harbans. Lakshmi is our son's wife.

Forget about her.

As Seerat said, 'Deal done!'

I'll give you five lakhs tomorrow. Take our selfie

- on this happy occasion. - Selfie is a picture taken by oneself.

Then take it yourself. Come on!

Smile!

'Brother, don't leave me! Brother!'

'Okay, Uncle. He won't say it to anyone.'

Lord says only think good for others. What is Sikhism?

The path they take is sharper than a two-edged sword

and finer than hair.

It's the name of walking on the edge of the cliff.

Guru Sahib has not only given us the form

but has also given us the responsibility.

Guru Sahib has said that Khalsa is my army.

What kind of an army is it?

It's an army fighting against tyranny.

Remember that Maha Singh wrote Bedava to Guru.

Then they were reprimanded.

Even the souls and the people.

Oh, listeners,

when a victim is oppressed,

and you are not affected by it,

Then what kind of Sikh are you?

Then you are also Bedava Singh.

Those who abdicated their responsibilities.

You will run away from your responsibilities.

But where will you go by running away from Mai Bhago,

who shall follow you through your life as the voice of your conscience?

You will be damned!

Brother!

You dropped your phone.

Brother, my name is Aman Sharma.

I am a journalist and was Neeru's fiance.

I told everything to SSP.

He didn't do anything. Nobody will do anything.

They are all afraid of Narang.

At last,

I, too, fell silent in defeat.

I too have to earn a living.

Brother, will you come with me once?

- Where? - Come with me.

Two days have passed since Ummeed's murder,

but Ummeed's family is adamant

that they will not cremate her until her murderers are arrested.

Influential officials have tried to persuade Ummeed's family,

but still no solution.

She was the sole breadwinner of her family.

Food has not been cooked in this house for the last four days.

And I don't even know when it will be made.

That's Neeru's father. He used to do a private job.

A rich brat's car hit him while he was walking on the road.

Compromised with the police by giving 1.5 lakhs.

That's Neeru's younger sister and brother.

The question is not how the family will survive now.

The question is whether these rich people will always continue

to play with life and dignity of us poor like this.

Won't we be able to do anything?

You are Guru's Sikh, brother.

- How can you remain silent... - What does this have to do with that?

If Sikhism has nothing to do with the fight against oppression,

Then it has to do with what?

It is four and a half lakhs, and I have taken

50,000 as my 10% commission.

Let's not mix love and business.

Mom, Dad is on TV.

'I'm the eyewitness of that incident.'

'That girl was kidnapped in front of me.'

'There were four boys...'

Now you are all going to die!

'They put a gun to my head...'

'Based on Gurmukh's statement, the police have registered a case'

'against Vicky Narang, son of liquor king Shammi Narang.'

'I told everything to SSP Sir.'

'It is being told that Vicky Narang has been'

'absconding since the day of the incident.'

'If he comes in front of me, I will be able to recognise him.'

Pick up the call.

It's my wife. She doesn't want to talk,

just wants to insult me. So I will go home and get insulted properly.

'My name is Gurmukh Singh.'

'I'm the eyewitness of that incident.'

'That girl was kidnapped in front of me.'

'There were four boys...'

'When I tried to stop them, they put a gun to my head...'

- Sir? - Siyal, what are you doing?

You got a case registered against Vicky Narang without asking me!

You sent the police to Mr Narang's house!

Eyewitness Gurmukh has given a statement

- to the media as well as to us. - To hell with his statement!

Mr Narang, please send an application.

I will make them inquire again.

I will take care of SSP. You just do something about Gurmukh.

He doesn't get along with Uncle. He is a lecherous man,

and he is a good man. That's why he didn't agree.

Please, take me to him.

I will beg before him.

Chief Justice of Punjab and Chandigarh High Court...

We have lost the money for Meher's treatment.

On top of that, you are in Mess against influential people.

There's no trouble. What can they do to me?

Just shut up!

The more you speak, the more you will be insulted.

So keep calm and enjoy the insult.

Your wife is on fire today.

Hmm.

Mr Gurmukh Singh!

We know

that our boy has sinned.

But he is our only son.

How will we live

if something happens to him?

I beg before you. Please spare my son's life.

I did what I had to do.

Now

everything is up to the police and God.

We will manage the police,

but you take your statement back.

I know that you are a Guru's Sikh.

You are not greedy for anything.

But I have only money.

I'm ready to give as much as you want.

I am sorry, Mr Narang. Actually, I have prayed to the Guru.

I can't go back on my word anymore.

He's got godly arrogance stuck in his head. He will not bow.

Then we should break it.

Whatever you do, do it carefully.

Don't go for the fourth battle of Panipat.

Oh, not like that.

First, I will give him sweet homoeopathic pills.

Then I will give him allopathic red-yellow capsules.

Then the injection. If it still doesn't work, I'll do surgery.

I'm a goon doctor,

and I've got a degree from Jail University.

You arrange Vitamin C for him and arrange Vitamin A for me.

Then see

how we will do the surgical strike.

"I don't get as happy when you come"

"as my heart gets sad when you leave."

"When you come, don't go back."

"This is my request to you."

"I don't get as happy when you come"

"as my heart gets sad when you leave."

"Where did you get lost in the wind while walking with me?"

"Even if you are out of sight, you remain in my breath."

"Either you make me yours or be mine."

"Let me be yours."

"I don't get as happy when you come"

"as my heart gets sad when you leave."

"Hide somewhere. Grain of corn."

"We'll fly away and never come back."

"Don't call me. Then don't cry for me."

"We'll fly away and never come back."

Hail, Lord Shiva!

Hail, Lord Shiva!

Hail, Lord Shiva!

What will happen if you bow your head in the temple, Lala?

When we are being evicted from Punjab.

You know how your tenant Gurmukh is implicating

one of our men in a false case.

Get him out of your shop.

What if I don't do that?

Why are you messing with us, old man?

- Your feet are in the grave. - Not in the grave,

my feet are on the ground, son.

My grandfather saw the era of 1947,

my father after that, and I saw the era of 1984

in this land of Punjab.

I was not even scared of those who used to put posters on my house

saying leave Punjab.

Why would I be afraid of kids like you?

Get lost from here!

Else what happens to the donkeys in the field will happen to you.

Get lost! You consider yourself the keeper of religion.

He's talking with shoes in his hand.

Today is not a good day for us.

"What's happening to the poor?"

"They are being driven away."

Hey, Gurmukh!

Your shop caught fire. Get your stuff out.

Hurry up! Get the stuff out of there fast, or nothing will be left.

- Hurry up, Gurmukh! - What? Fire!

- Come on, hurry up! - I'm coming.

Meher, close the door. Don't open until it's us, dear.

There's nothing here.

Where is the guy who came to call us?

"My mind understands everything in chess."

"If someone does it, I will do it too."

How do you like my voice?

'I sing well, don't I?'

I dare you to come in front of me. Then I'll tell you.

Really? I'm coming then.

"I'm coming in full speed..."

Here is our king!

Hey, Gurmukh! Shall I shoot you?

Huh? Gurmukh!

Hey, Gurmukh!

Reverse it. He stayed behind.

"If you had fallen like this, we would have picked you up."

"But what to do if you have messed up and fallen?"

Here I am in front of you. Now tell me.

How do you like my voice?

Do you want to listen again?

Don't be afraid. They just want to scare you.

It's a high-profile case.

Court and media, everyone's eyes are on this.

I will talk to the new SSP for your security.

Sir, new SSP?

What do you mean?

I have been transferred from this district.

Gurmukh Singh, an eyewitness in the Ummeed rape and murder case,

is being intimidated and forced to retract his statement.

- Not only has there been a fatal attack on him... - Get lost!

But SSP Mohammad Bakhsh Siyal has also been transferred

- from the district. - Get lost from here! Turn it off!

- Move aside! Is there a show going on here? - Let it go, Aman.

- Now they are going to create a mess. - Unload it all.

I had come to give this motor.

Gurmukh asked me to give it to you.

- Why are you blocking customers? - Whose customers?

- Gurmukh's customers or... - Shut up!

Make three cups of tea and make it sweet. And do it fast.

Do you have odomos? There are a lot of mosquitoes.

May I get some water? I am very thirsty.

Here comes Jack.

- Now, the queen will also come. - Only the king

will take the queen.

Will they stay here now?

They screwed with my mind in just a day.

They talk so much nonsense that it can't even be tolerated

I can't stand it all, Gurmukh.

Hey! You...

- Mom! - Leave him!

Gurmukh!

- Leave him! - Move aside!

- Leave... - Mom!

Meher!

Meher!

- Meher! - Meher!

Meher!

Dad!

Aman said

that tomorrow we will write to SSP that we do not need security.

They will remove it.

But this fight will not end, Gurmukh.

There's no fight.

They can't do anything.

We are Sikhs. We should have courage.

Every morning we listen to the brave stories in the Gurudwara.

Those are stories. This is reality.

On the one hand, your daughter is dying here,

and you are stuck in such a big mess.

Think about it.

If you had your own daughter in place of Neeru,

would you still find it a mess.

- Gurmukh... Gurmukh! - You stay here.

- You stay here. - What are you doing? Gurmukh...

Gurmukh...

Now whoever wants to bark...

What do you have to do with this mess? You are a decent man.

And they carry the government in their pocket.

Give up on this stubbornness. Say that you didn't see anything.

All your problems will end, and your daughter will also be treated.

You will get so much money

- that you can go to the city and buy a new showroom. - Right.

You do the job of the government,

and you're taking Shammi Narang's side.

Even dogs are better than you.

They bark only for their owner.

Get out of my house!

- Bye, Uncle Gurmukh. - Bye, dear!

Did you see how I drove them away?

Today I went straight to the new SSP.

I said get the order out. He was looking at me.

I said you've never encountered the Sikhs.

Give me lunch. Meher!

- Where is my Lioness? - Her van hasn't arrived yet.

Van hasn't arrived yet? I just saw her van outside the village.

Then Meher?

Mom!

Meher!

- Meher! - Meher, honey!

Where were you, Meher?

We were dying here.

Mom...

Meher, the men who took you...

- Where did they take you? - I don't know.

- What kind of a vehicle was that? - I don't know.

You are right, Seerat. But listen to me.

What is there to listen to?

You are very fond of giving statements on TV, right? Give them.

But for God's sake, spare my daughter's life.

She is my daughter too.

If she were your daughter, then you would not have gone around fighting

with people without worrying about her treatment.

- Let's go, Meher. - Listen to me, Mam.

Just keep quiet.

You are destroying my family to fight your battles.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Don't leave the house, Mam.

I will never again ask Gurmukh to testify.

You are right. This is my fight,

and I must fight it myself.

Aman, man...

Come on, Meher!

- Seerat! - Mom...

- No, mom! - Seerat... - Let's go.

- Let's go! - Mom...

- Listen to me, Seerat. - Dad!

I will not leave Dad! Dad!

My baby! Don't cry, honey.

Go to Grandma's place with your mother for a few days.

I'll come pick you up myself when everything's alright here.

I promise. I'll come.

Go now.

Dad...

Dad.

So you are here!

Told you... The cosmos is not on your side.

But you didn't listen to me.

You got yourself insulted at home and outside too. So,

what did you achieve by being a hero?

You were very fond of giving statements on TV.

There is still time. Use your mind.

If not yours, at least think about your wife and daughter.

My sister-in-law was stupid

to have given her lovely daughter to this worm of the gutter.

- Idiot... - Move out of the car!

What did you say? Huh?

Worm of the gutter?

- You slapped me! - Leave him!

- I will kill you! - Hey, let it go!

- I will kill you! - Leave him!

You son of a gun!

- Trying to be an uncle... - Bring some water!

You will beat me!!! You will beat me!

Let's go.

See, Mr Narang,for your sake, today I was insulted in the street.

He left me completely humiliated.

- That dog, Darshan! - Gurmukh!

- You are Darshan. - Whatever!

Mr Narang, do something.

Otherwise, I will lose my respect.

I don't want to harm him, yet...

- he's your son-in-law. - He broke it!

He himself broke the relationship

by insulting me in front of everyone.

I will not enter this house until you break his pride.

You heard it right!

Didn't you take any selfies when Gurmukh was beating you?

Don't you dare make fun of me! I'm telling you.

I'm already very upset.

Brother, please stop! Brother, take me to the city.

- My mother is sick. - Hop on.

Hey! Your bag!

It's not mine. It belongs to the one who ran away.

Now it's yours!

Yes, this is the same Gurmukh Singh, who is in the limelight

as an eyewitness of the Ummeed rape and murder case. Police have

recovered two and a half kilos of opium from him.

He is an eyewitness of the Ummeed rape and murder case.

Sir, it's a lie! Gur...

Gurmukh can never do such a thing.

- It must be a conspiracy. - Looks like a conspiracy.

I think he has connections with the Khalistanis.

You know what's written on the back of his scooter?

Singh Soorme.

It's all a lie. It's all rubbish. They are lying.

Narang has framed me. It's a conspiracy.

A false case has been filed against me.

This opium is not mine. It's all a lie.

Two and a half kilos of opium. That means commercial quantity.

He won't even get bail below the High Court.

And Gurmukh's testimony in the

Neeru rape case will also, come under doubt.

Don't you know any big lawyer

of the high court who can help us in this mess?

A lawyer!

It's really very difficult. Very difficult!

But it's quite easy for our madam. She's that good!

- She is so wonderful! - Really?

- What's her name? - Jashn.

- Jashn! - Advocate Ms Jashn.

I am 32 years...

170 days... and 5 hours old.

And I am still a Miss.

One by one, useless girls also get married,

and after marriage,

they have children too.

I am such a beautiful

and high court lawyer. Still, I could not

find even a single boy. Why?

Because I'm emotional.

Emotional fool.

Captain Amrinder Singh.

- Prakash Singh Badal. - Oh!

- Bhagwant Mann. - Huh!

- Gurdas Mann. - Oh!

Neeru Bajwa!

Madam did not fight the cases of such influential people.

And all the rest of Madam's clients...

are hungry, naked, beggars, useless.

Some are debtors, some are social workers,

some are union workers,

and some are persecuted by the Punjab Police.

When madam speaks...

Oh, boy!

Then the heart stops beating.

When someone asks am I an idiot?

Am I an idiot? Huh!

You son of a... I want to scold!

- Is the responsibility of the whole world on me? - You just wait here.

- I'll make an appointment now. - Sure.

Meet him. My accountant.

He is black and white.

But his mother named him Bhura.

He has no respect for me.

- I am a high court lawyer. - Yeah, I know.

- Do you think I'm an alcoholic? - Yes, I do.

He forces me to abuse all day. Son of a...

He just gives me advice.

Drinking alcohol is injurious to health.

Do I take money from you to drink? You son of a...

Mam, you've been drinking from my money for the last two weeks.

Oh, hello! I have borrowed from you. You have not done me a favour.

The day a good case comes to me,

I will return your money like this.

That, too, in double.

Listen to me, for God's sake.

I have got a good case with great difficulty.

Now whatever the case may be, just take it, for God's sake.

- Two months of beer will be arranged for you... - Okay.

And money will be arranged for me.

Now get set ready!

I am all set now.

Uh... Tell madam about your case, please.

Madam, my wife ran away.

What is there to worry about?

- Be happy. Look for a new one. - I already have a new one.

I'm already set with someone else.

Oh! Then what's the problem?

Marry the one you are already set with.

The problem is my wife is not divorcing me.

You do something

that proves her to be characterless

- and get rid of her. Yeah. - Oh, really?

How romantic you are!

You're having affairs...

- Yeah. - And you want me to prove your wife characterless?

Yes!

- You son of a... - Bhura, what happened to her?

Who is she? Is she a witch or a lawyer?

Hey, start the car! Let's go from here!

You son of a... Leave me. I will teach you!

- What do you think girls are? - Madam... - Hello, Jashn!

Remember?

Aman Sharma. I was your junior at the University.

You are the same Aman

who once proposed to me, and I said no?

Then you were stuck with someone else, right?

I was so stupid, man!

I used to like you a lot, but still, I said no.

Because girls used to say

that if you would say yes to someone at the first proposal,

the boy would think of you as wicked.

But you son of a... I can't control.

But you didn't propose to me the second time. Anyway,

propose to me now. Come on, man!

Jashn, I am here with a case.

Confess that it's your opium.

I will kill you and throw your body in drainage.

What do you want me to confess?

I smuggle opium or

that I didn't see Neeru's kidnapping?

- Huh? - Think whatever you want! Confess it!

Confess it!

Confess it!

Confess it!

Easy. Careful.

Are you all right, Gurmukh?

Easy. Careful.

Here, have some water.

It's the world of the rich, Gurmukh.

Nothing can happen to people like you and me here.

Whoever has money and power,

politics and police belong to him.

Do you know I've done a double MA?

But these recommendations and rich guys, never let me have anything.

Then I joined the police after losing

and lost after joining the police.

Education, dreams, principles...

Otherwise, I was once a man like you.

I also wanted to change the world.

So what do you think that you will fight and bring revolution?

There is no shortage of idiots in this country.

Someone just takes a bottle and votes.

And someone... Son of a... I feel like abusing them.

In the name of cast and religion. Nothing can change here.

Narang will not spare you and your Gurmukh.

Forget about Neeru.

And think about me.

- Oh, my God! This is so funny! - If you were Jashn

of university days, I would definitely have thought about you.

That Jashn, whose roar used to shake the whole university.

I had heard that Advocate Jashn has sent senior officers to jail.

But sorry,

you are the lost Jashn.

Do you want money?

I don't have it.

Keep this and get Gurmukh bail.

His family needs him.

I lost my Neeru.

Are you trying to lure me with this gold?

You're tempting me with gold!

If I were to be sold with gold, there would be many like you.

Get out of my house! Get out!

Get out! Trying to show me his gold.

Get out of my house!

Trying to show me your gold.

Don't you dare come here again!

My name is Jashn! Jashn!

I am a cannon fighting against governments.

Who do you think I am?

Grab your tiny case and useless chain, and get lost!

Get lost!

Don't you even dare to show your face here again!

I kept shouting for help.

I told you for your Guru's sake. But instead of fighting,

you wrote 'bedava' to your Guru.

You are not a Sikh. You are a coward!

You are a coward!

Now with what face will you pray to your Guru?

Now how will you claim to be a Sikh?

You are not Gurmukh. You are Bedava Singh!

Bedava Singh!

Gurmukh!

Enough of the fighting, Gurmukh.

Let it go now.

I appreciate your Sikhism.

I know

you will neither fear nor break.

So have some mercy on me.

He is my only son.

He is my only heir.

You think, Mr Narang,

I can neither be afraid nor be broken.

But it's not true.

I am really scared, Mr Narang.

I'm broken inside.

I don't have Sikhism.

I don't have Sikhism.

Had that been the case, Neeru would not have died.

I am not Guru's Sikh, Mr Narang.

This is what I am!

This is what I am, Mr Narang!

I am Bedava Singh!

- I am Bedava Singh! - What has he done?

Get hold of him. Call the doctor.

I thought

he was a simple and honest person. But he is an idiot.

What does he think I am at his mercy to save my boy?

- No way. Mr Sharma, call Shergill. - Sure, sir.

Who are you looking for Mr Shergill?

You... First, try to remember the names.

I am not Shergill. The one I'm calling is Shergill.

He is a renowned High Court lawyer.

He charges Rs 1.5 lakh for one hearing.

He's like a hand pump.

He's four and a half feet up and 450 feet down.

Mr Narang,

I would have removed your boy, in this case

like a thread is removed from a pyjama.

You've hired me because there are too many knots in the thread.

But no worries!

Now that I'm handling this case, consider your boy out of it.

Cut to party!

Is he really such a renowned lawyer as you were saying?

What is it, Mr Narang?

Don't I look like a renowned lawyer?

This is the biggest mystery in this world, Mr Narang.

The world is not what it seems,

and it does not seem like what it actually is.

Mr Narang, you seem to be a great businessman.

But sorry to say

you are not.

If you were, then you would not have targeted only Gurmukh.

That's the only difference between you and me, Mr Narang.

You see the whole fish, and I see the fish's eye.

If I were in your place, I would not buy Gurmukh

but the family of the murdered girl.

Are you kidding me? Those whose young girl was humiliated

and killed in this way, how can you buy her parents?

The girl's parents are not bought, Mr Narang.

Their helplessness is bought.

Her father is handicapped. Her mother is a housewife,

and her younger siblings are studying in school.

Grant has not been released, and neither will we let it happen.

If 50 lakhs are left in front of the people

who hardly get 5 rs, then their minds will get confused.

I know what you are doing, Uncle.

I'll tell the media everything.

Uncle, leave me!

Dad!

But what about Gurmukh?

He is the eyewitness.

Good question, Mrs Narang.

But only a woman can answer a woman's question.

Got it?

He'll get his boy off the case.

Go and give him some sense. There's still time.

Otherwise, he will spend the rest of his life in jail.

And you will sit here crying.

Let us tell you what IG has to say about it.

'The police had earlier registered the case under media pressure.'

'But we have seen many flaws in the case,'

so reinvestigation will have to be done. That's all.

- That's all. - Sir...

But this is a high-profile case, Mr Shergill.

If Vicky is removed from the case,

then the media will make a lot of noise.

The media makes noise after every scandal.

But no one listens to the media.

Now the noise of the media seems to be a signal to the people.

Now the police are ours. The judge is also ours.

The public prosecutor is also ours, and the criminals are also ours.

Vicky Narang's name is missing in the challan presented

by the police today in the Ummeed rape and murder case.

Four minor boys were presented in the court in place of Vicky Narang.

Do you plead guilty?

My Lord, these are not those boys.

Vicky Narang was also among those boys.

- Who are you? - I am Gurmukh Singh.

I am the eyewitness of this incident.

Thank you.

Your Honour,

although Gurmukh Singh is our prime witness,

he is not cooperating with the police and the prosecution at all.

He himself is on remand for opium smuggling.

The police suspect that by implicating the innocent boy

of the Narang family, in this case, he only wants to extort money.

Because his daughter Gurmeher has some serious heart disease,

And he needs 15 lakh rupees for her treatment,

That's why I am giving it up on behalf of the prosecution.

This is his daughter's medical report, Your Honour.

- My Lord, he is lying. Believe me, I am... - Just keep quiet!

The fact is that

Gurmukh was not present at the spot that day.

He is only complicating this case for the greed of money.

If you permit, I would like to present some witnesses.

- Permission granted. - Obliged.

I was not even in the city on the day of the incident, advocate.

- Judge! - Right, Your Honour.

How could he have met me? I saw him after a long time.

He said, 'Send my message to Narang that I want 15 lakh rupees'.

'Otherwise, I will implicate Vicky Narang in a false case.'

He went to the city one day and said, 'I met the CM'.

It was later learned that CM meant Chandra Mohan.

He had gone to fix his electricity meter.

He has always been a braggart. One day he said that

'Gippy Grewal ran away with the cushion and bed of our village.'

As if that poor guy was doing all this work at some girl's wedding.

The day his name appeared on the paper for the first time,

he started showing it to everybody.

He goes to town all the time. He must have heard it somewhere.

So he reacted the way he thought was right. He is like...

I'd gone away for 12 years.

When I came back, I brought a bus.

- How was it? - Your Honour,

he can be a liar in this case.

But he is telling the truth about the opium case.

He didn't do that.

Your Honour, all these people are known to Gurmukh,

and they are saying that he has nothing to do with this incident.

Now, in this case,

I am going to present such a witness who will prove

that Vicky Narang had no relation with Neeru.

And that witness is Neeru's mother, Krishna Devi herself.

Neeru never told us that

some boy named Vicky

followed her or harassed her.

You are giving this statement of your own free will, right?

- Yes. - There is no pressure on you, right?

- No. - Your Honour, they are all lying.

My wife is right here. Seerat.

I told her about this incident first of all. Right, Seerat?

Didn't I tell you? Tell them.

Tell this to Madam.

Madam,

he didn't even go

- to work on the day of the incident. - Seerat, what are you saying?

- Seerat... - He was not well, so I thought he might not get a fever.

So I didn't let him go anywhere that day.

Seerat, what are you saying? It's all a lie, Your Honour.

- Dad... - Seerat...

Gurmukh's statement cannot be trusted.

Most importantly, the accused have confessed their crime.

Because all these criminals are minors,

they will be sent to Juvenile Jail for three years each.

This case is going to end here.

"You are crying and counting the stars in the sky."

"And I'm counting the tears that fell to the ground."

"Where do I put pain in my heart, and before whom?"

"You are crying and counting the stars in the sky."

"You are crying and counting the stars in the sky."

"And I'm counting the tears that fell to the ground."

You did your duty.

And Narang fulfilled his promise. Gurmukh got bail.

We will finish the case soon.

"I don't like to eat anything. I don't feel hungry anymore."

"I wait for you at the door every day."

"I don't like to eat anything. I don't feel hungry anymore."

"I wait for you at the door every day."

"You have also lost your sleep."

"You must be sleeping with your eyes open."

"When I remember the good old days, I cry."

"I keep quiet by comforting myself."

You go and take care of the house and Gurmukh too.

You are dying here without him.

You take me to Dad. Please, Grandma.

"When I remember the good old days, I cry."

"You're still in my delusion, calling my name."

"Calling my name..."

Dad, let's go home.

Please, Dad.

How are you, brother?

I'm really sorry.

I dragged you into Neeru's case and ruined your life.

We have lost this fight. Forget about that.

And start afresh.

Aman!

Will you give my message to Seerat?

Yes, please?

'Keep our relationship as strong as iron.'

- 'Always be my side. - I will.'

I got scared.

I lost courage.

I made a pact with Narang to save Gurmukh in the opium case.

That's the wound he is not able to get over.

That you proved him a liar.

Please take me to Gurmukh.

He will forgive me. Meher!

Meher, let's go to your dad. Meher!

He thinks that he's a big journalist.

- You should go, sister. - No, turn the bike around.

They are here for me. If they don't get me,

they will harm you and Meher. Please go.

Catch him!

Aman!

Aman!

Aman!

Aman! Hey, Aman!

Aman...

- That's it. - Let me call someone.

My story is over now.

I'm glad that you and Meher are all right.

I didn't feel like living without Neeru, anyway.

We could not be together alive.

Maybe we will be after dying.

I swear on your blood, Aman, that I can bear anything,

but I swear on my father that

I'll not keep Gurmukh from fighting your battle from today onwards.

I cheated on you, Gurmukh,

but why are you cheating on yourself?

Not you, we all are liars.

You want to fight, right? Go fight!

For Neeru. For Guru...

For yourself.

For Aman!

They killed Aman, Gurmukh.

Everyone will be killed. Everyone!

Aman, Neeru, Gurmukh,

Seerat, Meher, everyone will be killed.

Just keep quiet.

- Compromise. Nothing will happen. - Gurmukh... Gurmukh!

- Nothing will happen. Compromise. - Gurmukh... Gurmukh!

Nothing will happen.

Someone left him here.

He was lonely yet not crying.

He was looking towards the Gurudwara.

One of our workers picked him up and named him Gurmukh.

Don't you lose heart.

One who faces towards the Guru's house does not lose so easily.

You take care of your house.

Everything will be fine with Waheguru's grace and charity.

Okay, dear.

- Are you going to get the ration? - Yes, sir.

You know what? Take him with you.

- He will get fine if he goes out for a while. - As you say.

Hey... Hey, what are you doing?

Where are you taking me? Leave me! I don't want to go anywhere.

Gurmukh, we are going to get the ration.

Take care of the tempo.

Hey, wait!

We don't look that bad.

Can I sit here with you, Sardarji?

I'm from Karnataka.

I am studying here. I live as a paying guest here.

Those boys are teasing me.

My mom said that if anyone bothers you in the middle of the road,

then run away and go to a Sikh man.

Don't leave me today, Brother.

"As long as we are on this Earth, we are all one family."

"It is your community that has prepared you."

"I am alive because of you. I thank you for your favour."

"Go read the history. You will know about the real knights."

"If he gets angry, then he will not spare you."

"Whenever there is oppression, someone comes to destroy it."

"The one who raises a voice against crime."

"The warriors are always honoured. They never need a weapon."

Hey, brother! Enough!

Ahh!

From now on, either don't harass any girl

or never wear a turban.

Thank you!

"We talk straight, and we are straightforward."

"We don't ask for rights, we grab them."

"When the limits of oppression in the world increase,"

"then we raise the sword."

"Will fight as long as there is life in the body."

"Now, we will not be afraid of small things. We will see what happens."

"Now we will not be afraid of small things. We will see what happens."

'Brother!'

Dad!

"We have a lot of patience. We never give up."

"Don't act in haste, and explain with love."

"We have a lot of patience. We never give up."

"Don't act in haste, and explain with love."

"We stick to principles and never cheat."

"But he will not escape from us who betrays us."

What happened to Gurmukh, all of a sudden?

He was always lying like dead.

The history of his forefathers came alive inside him.

"Now, we will not be afraid of small things. We will see what happens."

"Now, we will not be afraid of small things. We will see what happens."

We don't want to create any mess now, Sardarji.

We are long past that incident.

It is easy to say that Gopal,

but who can forget the daughters who grew up

in front of our eyes, and the abuse done to her?

Don't be scared.

Just sign this complaint once,

and then I will hit Vicky Narang, in such a way

- that his... - Ahem!

Please sign it.

Mam!

Will my signature work?

You heard it right. Now Ummeed's younger sister Jyoti

has filed an appeal in the High Court,

so it has been issued to reopen the case.

Jagdeep Singh, the new judge transferred from Hoshiarpur,

will now hear this case. Let's hear what he has to say.

Listens to me.

This is wrong. I said it.

No one listens to me.

Gurmukh has created all this mess.

I don't understand how the dead has come back to life.

Now he is swinging swords.

Mr Narang, at least you have a military backup.

- Security. - Whatever it is.

I don't have that either.

What if he attacks me while on the road?

Then how will I be able to damage it? Sorry, manage it.

There is another problem. Jashn Braad.

She is a high court lawyer.

She's accompanying him. She fights only such cases.

It's a big mess.

If she gets Gurmukh to testify,

then consider that the boy is gone.

No matter what, Gurmukh should not reach the court tomorrow.

Oh, God, give me the strength, not to stray from the path shown by you.

I must never waver from my duty.

I must never bow my head in shame.

I am a Sikh, and I must never let this status waver.

"Now they are friends..."

"Make sure no one hits you."

He is not getting scared.

What happened?

Hasn't Sardarji come back from the shop yet?

He has gone to the Gurudwara to pay obeisance.

- He's not even picking up my call. - He must be driving the scooter.

He'll call after seeing. We'll tell him to reach straight to the court.

- Mam, you come with us. - Okay.

'If the enemy is formidable, wear him down by making him run.'

'Come on, run! Wait!'

'Turn! Attack!'

Being a lawyer is not a girl's game, Mam.

Go home and do the dishes.

Stay away from me, Mr Shergill.

Lest I wash you away.

You are also like an empty vessel.

You rattle, but there is nothing inside you.

State versus Bicchu Yadav!

Gurmukh is not here yet!

Where is Gurmukh?

How strange are our courts, Your Honour!

By lighting the lantern of lies, people come to find the truth here.

Some people lie out of fear.

Some sell lies. Some lie to cover up a lie.

And some

lie to protect the truth.

Gurmukh was not proved to be a liar, My Lord.

A false case of opium was imposed on him,

and his wife and people were forced to prove him a liar.

With your permission, I would like to present

- the same witnesses again in court. - Permission granted.

My husband may have other flaws, My Lord,

but I swear to God, he is absolutely right in this matter.

Do you know

that you can be punished for giving false testimony in court?

My husband's heart is broken because of me.

What can be a bigger punishment than this for me?

Oh, my!

My desire to speak such dialogues still remains unfulfilled.

Now stay here!

My Lord, they are all Gurmukh's friends,

and they've been manipulated. They were saying one thing the other day,

and they are saying something else today.

Let me finish. Sir, Now I am going to present the witness,

who is neither a relative of Gurmukh can be manipulated.

He is the then-SSP Mohammad Baksh Siyal.

Gurmukh had indeed informed me about Neeru's abduction

before coming to the media.

And also told me the number of the vehicle.

Due to his statement given in the media,

a case was registered against Vicky Narang.

We were raiding in search of him when I got transferred.

Transferred just like that, or you were transferred.

Can I say something, Mr Siyal?

You look very handsome when you smile.

My Lord, it's 11:30!

How long will the court wait for Gurmukh?

Not at all.

Because waiting is the job of the people, not the courts.

People stand on the road or wait outside the chambers of lawyers

in the hope that they will get justice.

And someday, there will be a voice,

'Justice will be done to you today.'

But only rights are violated, and waiting remains as it is.

Justice is never done. And in this wait,

many people are sold, many are broken,

many are scared and many die.

No one knows how many.

The way journalist Aman was killed fighting for justice.

Wow, great speech!

You reminded me of Sunny Deol.

'Got date after date but never got justice.'

- Hey, which movie was it? - Sir, Damini.

You haven't heard my dialogues yet, Mr Shergill,

and pray that you don't have to listen.

Because when my dictionary opens,

so-called men's tails are stuck between their legs.

"When it's the date, you must go to the court."

Okay, brother, run if you can.

'Okay, then. Run!'

"Then Jassa Singh Ahluwalia challenged."

"He said, 'come out of your house!'"

"If Abdali takes away our women, then what are we Sikhs for?"

"Those who don't fight for women are not man enough."

"It's not about the turban. It's about the head."

"Even if you take the body."

"But if you want to live with your head high,"

"you have to bow your head too."

"If you want to live with dignity, you have to die first."

"So what if Abdali has an army of lakhs, cannons and ammunition?"

"We have strength. We have courage, and we have Sikh pride."

"Even if we die, we will not let Abdali rob any woman's respect."

Hey... No, don't. Don't kill me.

Don't kill me. I lose. Forgive me. Let it go.

I lose. I accept defeat.

I am here, Your Honour.

You are quite wounded, Gurmukh.

Injuries happen, My Lord, and people are tested only after getting hurt.

I swear in the presence of the Holy book

that whatever I say, I will tell the truth.

And nothing but the truth.

I can't lie anyway.

The truth about that girl is buried

like a dagger on my forehead.

The girl begged me with a lot of hope,

but I, who used to call myself Singh Surma,

ran away, fearing the pistol.

The truth is that not only a girl died that day, My Lord,

but a Sikh also died. That was me,

- Gurmukh Singh. - This is the first time in history

that a corpse is testifying in court.

Yes, I was just a corpse.

But in the market that day...

'My mom said that if anyone bothers you in the middle of the road,'

'then run away and go to a Sikh man.'

That day I realised

this turban on my head is not just a 7-meter cloth

but a responsibility.

And this responsibility is given to me by my Guru because He thinks

that I can take this responsibility.

My forefathers took up this responsibility and did it well.

It was the turban that fought against Aurangzeb and Abdali

and fought against the British.

Governments called this turban a crime,

dragged it on the streets and did not even give justice.

But this turban never allowed the honour of this country to be harmed.

'62, '65, '71, '77, '99...

Whenever the need arose,

this turban fought from the front for this country.

Let them crack jokes.

Let them say that there is no brain inside this turban.

But I say

there is always a head in this turban

that rises to end crime.

For the good of all.

I have a question for this court and the people of the country.

Shouldn't we fight for our daughters

who beg for their dignity on the street of this country?

But no one helps them. Why?

Because the people of this country have a lot of brains on their heads

but no turban and those who have it on their heads

do not know the meaning of this turban.

- Even I didn't know until... - 'My mom said...'

Neeru was kidnapped in front of me, My Lord.

I am an eyewitness to that incident.

And I solemnly promise in my Guru's name that if I am telling a lie,

this turban will be removed from my head as a punishment.

This means you can recognise Vicky Narang.

His hideous face

haunts my mind day and night, My Lord.

If he comes in front of me in any form,

- I will recognise him. - Okay, then.

- Okay, I'll give you a chance. - Please listen to my request, Sir.

It's a high-profile case, My Lord.

There was noise about this case

in newspapers, TV and social media for many days.

Vicky Narang's photo is also shown everywhere.

In such a case, it's not difficult for Gurmukh to recognise Vicky.

I am just giving him a chance to prove himself, Mr Shergill.

You will have many chances to prove him wrong.

You may cross-question him.

There will be an identification parade in the next hearing.

Vicky Narang should be presented in court.

The court is adjourned.

Brother!

It's all because of you.

Take care!

You are a brave man. If you had met me earlier,

I would not have let you go.

Okay, then. See you at the next hearing.

You aabsolutely nailed it today, Sardarji!

It was such a killer speech

that the big-shot lawyer went totally silent.

Thank God,

you praised me, finally.

But why was she, your lawyer from Chandigarh,

holding your hand again and again?

Mom, what's this smell?

But I turned off the gas.

Not in the kitchen.

Something is burning on the stove of your heart.

You were eavesdropping on us.

Why do you talk so secretly?

- Shame on you! - I'll slap you!

- Go to your room. - I won't let you slap me.

- Go to your room. - I want to talk to Dad.

- Go to sleep. It's time to sleep. - I want to talk to Dad.

Now tell me, why didn't you stop her

when she was holding your hand?

When you had left my hand, then what difference does it make

to you that whoever holds it?

Your wife made you wear

this bracelet for the first time.

Today your Sardarni is making you wear it.

Excuse me!

If the husband and wife are settled,

then is this child allowed to come inside?

That scoundrel ruined everything.

Can no one kill him?

Sir, we will get into trouble for this.

There is already so much noise about that journalist's murder.

The Journalists Union is after us.

Do as you please...

but stop Gurmukh from identifying Vicky.

Can't we buy him even for one or two crores?

You are a famous high court lawyer, Mr Shergill.

You charged five lakhs for this case.

Each hearing costs 1.5-2 lakhs.

Try to match that, at least. Didn't you hear in court today?

His one-and-a-half-kilometre-long dialogue about the turban.

He is fighting for his religion, not fighting for money like you.

Have some manners, Mr Sharma.

Look, Mr Narang, what I am saying...

- Is this Vicky in the turban? - Yeah.

Who's he with? He looks exactly like Vicky.

Vicky's cousin. My elder brother's son.

- He lives in Rajasthan. - He wears a turban?

Yeah, my elder brother is a Sikh.

Earlier, it was the custom of our family that the eldest son

would become a Sikh.

Vicky will also be a Sikh now and in such a way

that Gurmukh won't believe his eyes.

Gurmukh - The eyewitness.

Sharma!

I don't have much faith in this lawyer's tricks.

Gurmukh will recognise Vicky, even in his turban.

Think about something else, Sharma.

I am ready to pay whatever it takes.

If Gurmukh recognises Vicky,

will you be able to get him out of the court?

Out of the court?

Give this pistol to Vicky as soon as Gurmukh

recognises Vicky in the court.

But, Sir, it's the courtroom matter. I mean...

You will get handsome amount. And if you don't,

you will lose your job.

Hey, Deep! Come here!

Listen to me. It's the lawyer's call...

You have a lot of courage, Tiger!

Well done! I haven't seen a man with courage

like you in 30 years of service.

But you will be able to recognise Vicky Narang, right?

Yeah, sure.

They will make boys of the same appearance stand in front of you.

You have to recognise the eyes.

Look at every guy in his eyes.

The one who gets scared, that means...

I object, Your Honour.

Vicky Narang belongs to a Hindu family

and was not wearing a turban on the day of the incident.

There is Sikhism in the Narang family's history.

His elder brother is a Sikh,

and Vicky often wears a turban as a hobby.

These are some pictures and quite old.

- Proceed. - Thank you, Your Honour.

Remember, you only have one chance.

You are Guru's Sikh.

You have to remain fearless and neutral too.

Look carefully. Is he Vicky?

Is he Vicky? Is he Vicky?

- Or is that Vicky? - Mr Shergill,

why are you pressurising Gurmukh?

Let him identify Vicky in his way. My Lord?

Mr Shergill, please.

Relax, Gurmukh. Relax.

'You have to recognise the eyes.'

'Look at every guy in his eyes.'

'The one who gets scared, that means...'

My Lord, I think he is Vicky Narang.

My Lord, he thinks!

Guesswork won't work, Gurmukh.

Look carefully once again and then say with full confidence.

It's a very serious offence.

My Lord, he is Vicky Narang.

It's wrong.

This is not Vicky Narang.

He is Vicky Narang's cousin Ranbir Singh.

He was not in India on the day of the incident,

and this is his passport.

My Lord, you can get the situation here.

Sorry, Gurmukh. You are wrong.

He is not Vicky Narang.

But, My Lord, this is not the right way to an identity parade.

It is all done to confuse Gurmukh.

The parade is made complicated by boys

of similar appearance standing together.

Please consider it, My Lord. Just think about it.

My Lord, none of these five is Vicky Narang.

Are you out of your mind? This is a court. It's not a game.

It's the truth, My Lord. None of these five is Vicky Narang.

If I am wrong, you can hang me if you want.

My Lord, uh...

Gurmukh is absolutely right. None of these five

is Vicky Narang.

What is this drama, Mr Shergill? You are such a senior lawyer,

yet you are making fun of the court.

I apologise for my mistake, My Lord.

But Gurmukh himself said that Vicky Narang

can come in front of him in any form,

and he will still recognise him.

That's why we had to do this drama.

By the way, Vicky Narang is present here, My Lord.

But so far, Gurmukh has only said

that none of these is Vicky Narang.

- Who is Vicky... - Whoever Vicky Narang is

has a tattoo made on his right arm, My Lord.

Don't you dare! Nobody will move!

- Get back! - Vicky, no!

- I will shoot. - Vicky, don't do this!

- I'm telling you, put the gun down. - No, Vicky! Don't!

- No... Meher! - I will shoot her!

Get back! I will shoot her!

- Get back! - Ah! Dad...

Let me go!

Don't come near me. I will shoot her!

Let me go! Get back!

- I will shoot her! - Vicky...

Vicky, don't do this. Please!

Vicky, don't do this.

Let the girl go.

- Leave the girl. - Let me go. Get back!

- I will shoot her. - Vicky!

Kale, bring the car quickly.

- No! - Vicky, come on!

Dad!

Gurmukh!

Vicky!

- What have you done? - Sir, he was going to shoot Gurmukh.

- He also had his girl in his arms. - That pistol had no bullets.

No one knows this but you and me.

We can't say this to the media.

Fine. Keep this to yourself.

This is the brave police officer Mr Balwinder Singh, who risked

his own life to save the lives of Eyewitness Gurmukh and her daughter.

Thank you so much, Madam.

Only thanks won't work. I want my fees.

That's all I have for now.

See you again.

Did you see her?

She touched you again.

You really made me emotional today.

You fought such a high-profile case, and that too coming from Chandigarh.

And you took the fee of only 100 rs.

You are great! You are really great!

I'm proud to be your accountant.

Uh... Did I say something wrong?

Go buy me a beer. Chilled!

You took 100 rs from that gentleman for a beer!

You will never get better. But this is Punjab.

Beer is available for 170 rs here and for 100 in Chandigarh.

Son of a... I want to abuse someone.

Be it Punjab or Chandigarh. It was all the same earlier.

Now alcohol has also become cheaper in Chandigarh.

I will file a case in the High Court tomorrow.

Do me a favour. Put 70 rs from your side.

- Uh... - I will pay you double.

As soon as I get a decent case. Please, Bhura!

Fine.

- Ready? - Hmm.

This one!

She needs a new blood transfusion every other day.

No problem. I'll talk to some property dealers.

I think we will get 4-5 lakhs for this house.

The rest will be

what Waheguru wants.

Hello, Gurmukh!

The government gave us a grant for Neeru.

Dad said that we could spend half of that

money on Gurmeher's treatment.

That won't be needed, dear.

You can fight for people's daughters,

so can't people stand for your daughter?

We have all decided that

- we will get Meher treated. - Yeah!

"There is power in God's prayer."

Whoever utters shall be happy and fulfilled.

Great Timeless Lord!

"Whoever commits atrocities will not survive."

"Until the last star falls, we won't give an inch at all!"

"Oh, God, please bless us with bravery."

"Oh, God, please bless us with bravery."

"That's the only way to live."

"Abdali will not survive as soon as Singh Lion comes to know."

"Everyone knew this on the battlefield of Panipat."

"Everyone knew this on the battlefield of Panipat."

"They crossed the line of atrocities."

"Be it, women of any religion,"

"we will not tolerate any atrocities against them."

"Then the Singhs got angry on hearing that."