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Yes!

Keep practicing.

Come on, Bua.

What?

Stop this nonsense.

What are you doing?

Aren't you ashamed?

The whole town is gossiping about your affair.

Let it be.

Take the kids inside.

Come on, girls.

She's wretched herself.

She'll ruin the kids too.

If you are so worried about your kids, stop doing what you are doing

with that Mahi Verma of yours.

-Stop talking shit! -Balli!

Stop it, son.

She's your younger sister.

You know nothing.

We have become the joke of the town.

They're sniggering at us.

They are sniggering at your deeds.

You squandered Daddy's properties away.

Half because of your stupidity and the rest in debauchery.

Shut your mouth!

Preet, shut up and come with me.

A man can do as he pleases, right?

If a woman were to do it, she's a whore.

Did you not sell off some land to buy Mahi a house?

Admit it!

Yes, I did.

It's my property, I can do with it as I please.

That's not what the law says.

It belongs to Mom and me too.

And I'll take what is rightfully mine.

As soon as I realised he's connected to your murder case, I nabbed him.

He's not telling the whole truth, ma'am.

He asked me for 500,000 rupees

to settle the matter.

I didn't give in, so he dragged us here.

-What is our crime? -Shut up!

Your crime is public indecency.

I have video evidence, ma'am.

Delete it.

Ma'am, he is lying. I didn't ask for money.

Delete it and get out.

Thank you, ma'am.

We are not at fault--

This will go in the case file.

You were having problems with the victim.

And the threats that you sent her,

we have those voice notes.

And now this.

Getting caught with the nanny, even before the mourning period is over.

It has to go in the case file.

And Miss Loveleen,

now you too are a murder suspect.

But ma'am, why would I kill Preet pehnji?

The motive became clear last night.

Once Preet was out of the way, her home, her husband and her kids,

you get it all.

On a platter.

Ma'am, I admit I love Sam a lot.

But I never had any problems with Preet pehnji.

I was happy with my job.

What I got was more than enough.

I know my place well.

Ma'am, it's the girl's family.

Sat Sri Akaal.

Fucking whore! Is this what you were up to in your job?

Yes.

And that's how I paid for your studies.

Shall I show you--

-Hey! -Hey! Save the drama for later.

Get out of here.

You may go now.

But leave behind your passports with us.

Sure.

Yeah, this is okay, right?

Hello, Mr. Manager.

Does he come here?

I'm not sure. People come and go all the time.

He made a call from here two days ago.

He might have.

It's a hilly region.

Cellular networks are iffy.

So we let customers make emergency calls.

This is a Punjab Police ID.

You're right.

How about this? Let's take this fuckface to Punjab.

We can finish the questioning there.

Great idea.

Hold on, sir.

Please show the photo again.

The thing is, we tend to mind our own business.

Show him.

I remember now.

He has been here a couple of times.

There was a girl with him.

What girl?

Some Israeli girl.

Do you have a name or address?

No, sir.

Most Westerners come here for meditation course at the monastery.

You can try there.

Sat Sri Akaal, babaji.

I have never seen him in the monastery.

There was an Israeli girl with him.

We get students from a lot of countries.

Even the last course had about ten Israelis.

Are those students still here?

The course ended two days ago.

Can we get their numbers or addresses?

All the details should be in here.

If they are still in Manali, that is.

That's too many of them.

Can I tear this page?

The course is over anyway.

I guess not.

Take down the names, phone numbers and addresses of all the Israeli students.

And keep the handwriting legible.

Of course, Paaji.

Pen?

There's one inside.

Come inside.

Welcome to Smooth and Silky Nail Bar, parjhai ji.

This is our small reception area.

Two mani-pedi chairs will come here for couples.

And our first clients will be you and Jung paaji.

Will he agree to a mani-pedi?

You and Amarpal do the honors then.

How can I be the first client of my own salon?

It's bad luck.

Tell you what, you and Amarpal be the first clients and I'll do the spa.

And right here will be a sofa for the customers in waiting.

One should stay optimistic, right?

We have to pay back the bank loan too.

Parjhai ji…

I think your baby is going to be the lucky charm of our family.

You are already the lucky one, Silky.

All your dreams are coming true.

I'm lucky for I have a family like you.

Shall we send a picture to Jung paaji?

Sir, can I take this spot?

How long have you been here?

Have you ever seen him?

Maybe you ran into him somewhere?

There's an organization.

In Dhariwal.

For missing persons.

Where in Dhariwal?

What's it called?

Is the warehouse yours?

Yes, it is.

What's the total area?

Around 1,500 square feet.

Let's have a look.

There's a lot of stuff inside. Can't show it to you today.

How far is your client?

He's not answering his phone. Must be driving.

Try him again.

Baljinder!

Where're you hiding?

Raju Sirda is here for his money.

What's the excuse today?

Can't you keep the gates locked?

-Call him again. -Don't you hear? Look at me.

Are you scared of facing me?

-What's your excuse? -Come with me.

What is it?

Keep it down, motherfucker.

Have you lost your mind?

Yes, I have. You haven't left me a choice.

I want my money.

You'll get your money.

Just let me close this deal.

Oh, is it?

You have a different excuse every time.

I want my money and I want it now!

Got it, motherfucker?

Listen to me.

Get this in your head.

I'm waiting for the buyer

who's interested in this property.

If you want your money,

shut up and leave.

Let my deal go through.

You got it?

You have one week.

As soon as this deal is done,

you better pay me for my chickens.

Or you'll regret it.

He's taking me for a fool.

What are you looking at?

Lock the fucking gate!

I don't want to see this man on my farm again.

Fuck off.

What's going on?

My client is not coming.

Why?

Says he doesn't want to get involved in a disputed property.

What's this bullshit?

There's no dispute here.

This is my property.

I showed you all the papers.

Not all disputes appear on legal papers, sir.

Your brother-in-law called and threatened my client

not to buy this property.

What can my client do?

He's still interested in the property.

But he doesn't want any trouble with people like Karamjot.

You see if you can work it out.

According to the 2005 amendment of the Hindu Succession Act,

if the father has not left behind a will, then the wife and the children

are entitled to an equal share in the property.

That's all Preet was asking for.

When did she get in touch with you?

A couple of months back.

Preet was consulting my wife, Deepali regarding her divorce case.

Please.

Deepali's reading is that

Preet was under the impression that her father's property

would be enough to support her after the divorce.

Then she found out the reality wasn't so rosy.

Her brother had suffered significant losses in his business.

A lot of the property had already been sold off.

He was also involved with a woman.

A woman, is it?

She's his mistress, some Mahi Verma.

Apparently he's transferred some property to her as well.

When Preet found out about this, she sent him a legal notice.

And then?

He's the one who went to deliver the notice

to Baljinder.

Poor chap got beaten up for nothing.

He had to respond to the notice by this week.

Then the case was to be filed in the court.

And right before that,

Preet was murdered.

Do you know Johnny?

-Who? -Johnny dancer.

No, I'm sorry.

So, Sam was telling the truth.

Baljinder and Preet were having a legal dispute.

Yes.

Sam's other claim is true as well.

Preet's bank statement is here.

She did transfer $600,000 from the joint account to her personal account.

This case has become complicated.

Well, it had to, since Preet herself was a complicated woman.

Women are usually complicated, ma'am.

Men are no less so.

There's a withdrawal of ten lakh rupees from Preet's account.

And the very next day, Johnny paid the advance deposit to his landlord.

So, Johnny took money from Preet and gave it to Duggal?

Yes.

Garundi, you need to find Johnny.

On it, ma'am.

Hello?

Hello ma'am, I'm calling from Dreams Come True IVF clinic.

Your husband's sperm sample is still pending.

Got it.

Just two more names left.

Then let's get some breakfast.

That's no reason to be happy, you moron.

If he's not there in the next two places, what are we going to do?

Wants to have breakfast, it seems!

What I meant was

then we can plan the next steps over breakfast.

Who's next?

Her name is Ariel.

Ariel?

Yes.

Yes?

Do you know Johnny Malang?

No.

Excuse me?

You cannot enter my room like this.

This is my personal space. I'm a woman and a foreign citizen.

That's great, ma'am.

I'm going to call the consulate and get you arrested.

What are you doing?

Ma'am.

Your name is very clean.

But your shoes?

They are very dirty.

Paaji!

That way.

Stop right there!

You are not getting away today!

Aujla, hurry!

Coming!

Motherfucker!

Shit.

Fuck me!

Fuck me!

You okay?

I'm fine.

Fuck me!

Hey! Are you gonna jump?

Maybe he's heartbroken.

What the fuck!

Hey! Come down!

You ain't no Usain Bolt, you fucker!

Get off the road to fight. Bro, allow us to pass through.

Mummy ji, I tried calling you a few times.

We couldn't speak.

I heard you were unwell.

I'm all right, son.

How's Juno doing?

He wanted to come see you.

I'll bring them over next week.

Mummy ji, I wanted to talk to you.

I have never asked you for anything.

You had offered me land as our wedding gift.

I didn't take it.

Nor did I take the car.

I just want my money back.

Preet stole it from my business.

I need to secure my children's future.

Nikki and Juno are not at fault here.

Mummy ji, are you okay?

Sam paaji…

Mummy ji, it's my hard earned money.

Sam paaji…

Next time you want to talk about these matters,

talk to my husband.

A man who never listened to his sister would hardly listen to my pleas.

Take off your shoes here. I'll put them away.

Okay.

Hurry, the guests are here.

Is the coffee ready?

Two mathris as well, please.

Thank you.

Listen up, Karamjot!

People might be afraid of your threats.

I give a flying fuck.

Stop interfering in my business.

That's an important deal for me.

My sister should get

what's rightfully hers.

What gives you the right to sell it off for someone else?

If you're so worried about your sister,

give her a share in your family property.

I'm backing down only out of respect.

-Else I'd have shown-- -Shown me what?

What was the name you said?

Rakesh Kumar.

Twenty years is a long time, son.

My mother died when I was a kid.

I was brought up by my relatives.

As soon as I could, I came.

Give us the name, address and the photo.

But it's going to be difficult.

As it is, it's tough to find people who've gone

missing only about a couple of years back.

Poor thing, he's mentally unstable.

Doesn't remember his name or address.

How do we even find his family?

And by the way,

sometimes the person himself doesn't want to be found.

For they might have married again and started a new family.

If he's alive or dead

or he remarried,

I just want to know what happened to him.

Karan.

Yes, ma'am?

Get a photocopy.

Also note down his name, address and other details.

What's the name of the missing person?

Rakesh Kumar.

Village Banauria, district Hazaribagh, Jharkhand.

We had a couple of cases from that time.

We never found the missing persons,

but we did get some information.

There was an agent

named Raju Sirda.

He used to help the men from your village get jobs.

The ones who came here to work in fields.

He never helped us.

But maybe you can try talking to him.

All right, ma'am.

Raju Sirda, right?

I want the pants in Patiala style.

It should be as per the dress code.

Otherwise the teacher might complain.

Please, mom.

Hey there, kiddo!

Your mother is right.

The school uniform should be as per the dress code.

Kartar, keep the sleeves a quarter inch longer.

Actually, let it be. We're running late. Come on.

What happened, pehnji?

Kiddo?

What happened to them?

Sir, ma'am has sent us.

We'll take you to the clinic.

Tell her I'll go on my own.

Sir, please.

We're following ma'am's orders.

NEW HANS TAILORS

Please be gentle, brother.

Stand back.

Come on, stand back.

Sir?

It was too cold to be without gloves.

But I had to take them off every time we took selfies.

He teased me so much about it!

Which photo are you looking at?

The one with the snow mountains.

-Hand me the bag. -Here you go.

-Please submit my bills. -Yes, sir.

That Aujla can really eat, man!

Welcome back.

I thought you'll miss our first Lohri.

Come with me.

-What now? -You'll see.

Here, give this shawl to parjhai.

Why?

Tell her you got it from Himachal.

What's going on?

Just do it for me.

I'm not doing this.

I went there to make an arrest, not to shop for shawls.

Didn't know you had such a problem with making people feel a little happy.

Fine, don't!

Parjhai ji, I got this for you from Himachal.

You didn't have to.

This colour will look great on you.

Which colour did you get for Silky?

Silky…

If you didn't get one for her, she gets this.

Please don't, parjhai ji.

It's your gift, you keep it.

He keeps getting me things all the time.

Fine.

Let me properly thank you.

I'll cook dinner tonight.

Your favourite curry.

You like curry?

He loves it!

And his brother hates it.

I would always be caught in the middle.

I've to report back to the station. I came home just to freshen up.

I'll get going.

At this hour?

But you just got back.

It's a big case, after all.

What do you think?

I'm not sure if he killed Preet or not.

But one thing I know for sure.

He had no real feelings for Preet.

He had a new girl in tow in Manali.

Let's interrogate him tomorrow morning,

after the hearing at the Magistrate's.

And his girlfriend, Bunny Gulati…

Bring her in as well for questioning.

Got it.

And I'll take a female constable with me.

Right here.

Come in.

Looks like it's been sitting here for long.

Can I come back in the morning?

I'll get a battery along.

If you want it, take it now.

How much do you want for it?

Nothing.

Just take it away.

What's the matter, sir?

Hope it's not a police case or something?

Do you want it or not?

Stop the vehicle, please.

Hey, stop!

Hey!

Put it back.

What's wrong, ma'am?

Park the motorcycle back in the house.

I told you I don't want any trouble with the police.

There's no trouble.

It's mine, the papers are in my name. Just take it.

It's not going anywhere.

This motorcycle is going away today.

Ma'am, all okay?

Let go of it Jagdish or you'll regret it.

Do what you want.

But I don't want to look at this damn thing for another day.

It's Nihal's last memory.

Nihal's dead.

He's gone.

And this damn thing killed him.

It's you who killed Nihal.

You!