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Will we see snow in Shimla?

Of course. That's why we're going.

How about a snowman?

Sure.

Unless he too is on a family vacation like us.

You promised me I'll get to see a snowman.

Yes, I did.

You also promised that Mom and you won't fight anymore.

Will Mom come to Shimla with us?

She will, child.

If she doesn't, we'll just abduct her and take her along.

Okay.

Nimrat.

Nimrat, wait!

Nimrat.

Nimrat, wait!

Nimrat!

Wait, child.

Nimrat.

Taran.

Taran!

Sir, someone called in the accident on the PCR.

When we got here, we found it was Balbir sir's car.

And his phone's switched off too.

Say "keys"!

Keys!

-Where's Balbir sir? -What the fuck are you talking about?

You know very well what I'm saying.

You really fucked up this time.

Tell me right away where my boss is.

Or else I'll burn this showroom to the ground with you in it.

I really don't have a clue.

You hire people to stage accidents and kill, right?

Remember this, if anything happens to Balbir sir,

it'll be you floating in that canal this time.

-He hit him so hard. Easy, sir. Careful. -He dented the car.

-Sir, the sale is complete. -What?

-The car is yours now. -What?

According to our parking's CCTV, Balbir sir's jeep left around 11:30 PM.

There are no CCTVs after that, just farmlands.

We're still looking for more, but we don't have much as of yet.

Here. Take these.

What?

You enter my property one more time and I'll have your job--

Fuck this job! I can farm!

But if something happens to Balbir sir, I'll shred you to pieces.

No, you listen to me.

Everyone operates in a certain way.

And it's not my style to bump off cops.

This is someone else.

Someone in real estate maybe, if you're smart enough to get it.

Wait, I'm coming.

What's the rush?

Who is it?

Punjab Police.

What's my fault here, sir?

Shamsher Gill. Ring a bell?

I'm just an employee in Gill's company.

I know. That's why I'm here.

Just a lowly recovery agent.

I recover unpaid EMIs and dues from defaulters,

or help the company get their apartments emptied out.

You make your job sound almost respectable.

Appearances are deceptive, sir.

I'm an ex-kabaddi player. I played the national circuit.

Before a neck injury fucked me up.

Not all sportsmen end up as gangsters, sir.

I earn a respectable living.

Even pay my taxes on time.

I'm sure not everyone working for him is as respectable as you.

So who's his hatchet man?

He has got many daredevils.

Someone who's got balls big enough to kidnap a cop.

Speak up!

Randeep Bawana, sir.

Randeep Bawana.

The one from the high court shoot-out. Get his number triangulated.

He must have multiple numbers. Trace the one active in Punjab right now.

Sorry, bro, it's a busy day. I'm looking at a pile of requests already.

Why don't you file an official query with the details?

You know how the system works.

If I don't get Randeep's location in the next five minutes,

I'll shove this very system up your ass!

I'm waiting, bro.

-How far are you guys? -Sir, the new driver took a wrong turn.

How much more time?

The map says an hour.

-You aren't coming to my wedding, morons. -We are coming, sir.

Hey, Satpal.

All good there?

Call the SSP.

Yes, Mr. Gill. How can I serve you, sir?

You motherfucker!

-Let me deal with him. -Hold on. Cool down.

-Sir-- -I said, hold on.

It's SSP Sikka.

Sir.

Is Balbir all right?

Yes, sir.

-What about Bawana? -He's dead.

-With all his men. -Good.

Take Balbir home safely.

And remember one thing.

Shamsher Gill has nothing to do with it.

-Got it? -But, sir--

-Sir? -Just wait. I need to talk to him.

You shouldn't have touched my grandson.

I beat up your grandson

because I love my daughter.

You did what you did

because you love your grandson.

Now we're even.

Love is a bitch, Balbir Singh.

A fucking bitch.

You can fall in love with anyone.

Like my grandson did

with your daughter.

What can we do, eh?

Sir, we'll have to go.

Sir, I think it was Rajji who blew up the cylinder at the engagement.

"Love is a bitch, " Garundi.

"A fucking bitch. "

Make a stop at the Dhillon farmhouse.

Now?

Sir, someone's here.

What the hell happened?

Doesn't matter.

I've some information about the case.

So, do you know who killed our sons?

Accident.

Hit-and-run.

Okay, but

someone must have ordered the hit-and-run.

Simple accident. Hit-and-run case. Final.

Forensics report is also here.

What does it say?

Paul's saliva on Liam's penis.

What?

They've found traces of Paul's saliva on Liam's penis.

What the fuck are you saying?

How dare he walk into my house and accuse my dead son of being a faggot?

Is this a sick joke?

Is this how you investigate here?

I'm only telling you what we've discovered.

Then tell me.

Who killed my son, Paul?

That we don't know.

Ah, I see.

When the Punjab Police can't solve a murder,

they just cook up a crazy story and defame the dead.

I will have your job for this, Balbir Singh.

This isn't about you, Steve. So just back off.

You want to know who killed our sons?

You did.

What?

Look, I know you're grieving, Clara.

But just shut up, please.

They are dead, Steve.

Both our sons are dead. And you know why?

Because they loved each other.

You are talking about my son.

My son.

He was no fag!

Jassi, what is she saying?

Talk some sense into her.

He wasn't just your son, Steve.

He had his own identity.

And he had a right to pursue his own happiness.

They both did.

But to you, he was always just Steve Dhillon's son.

God.

No wonder he never came to you, Steve.

How could Steve Dhillon's son be gay?

You knew?

You fucking knew and you did nothing?

There was nothing to do, Steve.

All we could do was just bless them

and wish for them to be happy.

Paul was happy!

-He was happy-- -They were both happy

when they were together.

They were happy.

I don't know how you are so blind.

Then why did he agree to the wedding?

Tell me, why did he say yes to the wedding?

What choice did he have?

Who has ever said no to Steve Dhillon?

How long had you known?

I wish you had told me.

I wanted to.

Paul made me promise.

I failed him.

I failed my son.

We both did.

Did Nimrat call?

Yeah, Raman called.

They've shifted Nimrat to the general ward.

She'll be discharged soon.

What did Steve whisper to you when we were leaving?

He requested we don't make this new information public.

Funny how we don't understand our own families sometimes.

Sir, Saakar's bail papers are here.

Let's go, yankee. It's time.

Your papers have been processed. You can leave.

Sorry, bro.

Okay.

Sit down.

Feeling a bit cold.

-Need a sweater? -Yes, please.

Want to sit down?

We're all packed. Should we leave?

Raman, you go ahead with Golu.

I'll get Nimrat.

All good, Dad?

Yes.

We'll join you.

Greetings.

Your grandfather said you love Nimrat a lot.

I do.

Just pray for your sake it stays that way.

-Hi. -Hi.

Thanks for coming.

Hope you're all right.

Veera,

would you consider giving us another shot?

Only when you're ready.

Emotionally.

I'll convince your parents as well.

Saakar, I had lied to you.

We didn't break up because of my family.

I made that decision for my future.

But you love me, right?

And we can have a future in India too.

I don't know, man.

I don't wanna go back there.

We're done.

It's time to grow up.

I love you, Veera.

I love you too, Saakar.

But I'm getting married next week.

He's from Canada.

And there won't be a problem this time.

Take care of yourself.

Please.

Ma'am, sign.

Ma'am.

Please come.

Greetings, ma'am. God bless.

There's something you should know, officer.

He tried to call me when I was on the flight over.

It went to my voicemail.

What voicemail, ma'am?

There's a cut on the victim's left arm.

This happened a few hours before the murder,

but with the same weapon.

A blade or a knife.

I'm Saakar.

What the f--

Fuck!

Fuck. No, Liam, no.

Fuck. Leave it.

Security!

-Come on. Get out. -Let me go.

It's fine.

And what about Saakar? Did Paul know about him?

Everything. I told him everything.

So that's my truth, Paul.

But that's my past.

I wanted to tell you everything before we started a new life together.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

Sorry.

Hey, Liam.

Paul, where are you?

I just dropped Veera off home.

Did you speak to Veera?

So what're you saying?

I can't, Liam.

I can't do this to her.

I can't lie to her for the rest of our lives.

You talked to her about us?

Did you talk about me?

Look.

She's gonna leave her life,

she's gonna leave her family, to come with me.

It's not right, it's not fair.

What about me?

What about me?

I'll always love you.

Okay.

I'll always love you.

Liam.

Look, I'll always love you.

You know that, all right. Nothing's ever gonna change that, okay?

Look, I'm sorry.

Please, Liam.

You just did.

-You just did change it. -Liam.

Liam.

Liam, look, I tried, okay?

I fucking tried everything.

Liam, I tried, okay?

I fucking tried.

Liam!

Okay?

I tried. I don't know what to do.

Liam, just listen to me.

If you could just listen to me.

I tried.

Liam--

Hi, this is Clara. I'm not able to answer the phone right now.

Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Mum!

I lost him!

I love him, Mummy.

I can't lose him.

I can't live without him.

I fucked up, Mum.

I fucked up.

I don't know what happened.

This is not how it was supposed to end.

Oh, my God, what did I do?

I love him. I can't live without him.

Leaving with some memories

Leaving in memory of something

Leaving after reminding something

Going to be reminding something

Going to erase a memory

Just because of you

Because of you

Only because of you

Just because of you

Because of you

Only because of you

You used to torment me Continue to torment me

Will torment me Want to torment me

I will bear your havoc Just because of you

Because of you Only because of you

Just because of you

Because of you Only because of you

I endured your acts

Endure, will continue to endure And will ask many to endure

And am compelled to endure Just because of you

Because of you Only because of you

Just because of you

Because of you Only because of you

I told, tell Will continue to tell people about you

"Nav Sandhu" would like to tell

A commoner became famous Just because of you

Because of you Only because of you

Just because of you

Because of you Only because of you