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[dog barking]

[both breathing heavily]

-Kinny. What's this? -[dog barking]

Hurry up, I have a class to attend.

[both panting]

Come on, sing a song.

Are you mad? A song again?

-[both panting] -[dog barking]

[dog barking continuously]

[breathing heavily]

-Kinny. -[Kinny] Fuck this.

[girl] Where are you going?

Kinny! What the fuck are you doing, huh?

I told you I have to go to class. Where are you going?

Kinny!

[dog barking continuously]

[girl shouts] Kinny!

[dog barking]

Bastard, fucked up the bloody mood.

[dog barking]

[dramatic music playing]

[girl screams]

[constable] Don't hang around here. Get out, get out!

This is a murder investigation. Stay away.

-Move! Move! -[people chattering]

Bastard.

[sighs]

The crime scene is fucked like hell.

Hey, bring him here.

Well, young man, you saw the body first.

-[constable] Saab. -Yes, sir.

-[constable] Saab! -Was his pajama down or up?

It was down, sir.

And yours?

Sir.

You checked the car?

Yes, sir. We found a phone and wallet inside.

Seems to be the victim's.

And we also found the details of the owner.

So I called them up, sir.

And the forensics guy?

Yes, sir. I called him, too.

But let's see when they show up.

Mm.

So, tell me, young man,

what were you doing here so early in the morning?

I came for my morning run, sir. There's a Kabaddi tournament next month.

Oh, I see. And where do you live?

Uh… Nakkowal.

-Oh, Nakkowal. -Hmm.

Wow, really?

You came a long way running form there, huh?

Training for the Olympics?

Huh?

What's your father's name?

Sir, B. Chattar Singh.

Ah, B. Chattar Singh.

[whispers] Bloody hell.

-[boy grunts] -You bloody junkie.

This was your running, huh?

Who were you running with early in the morning? Tell me.

[Balbir mumbling] Bastard.

Sir, I was the one who called 1-0-0.

Do I look like a druggie to you?

You don't look like a Kabaddi player either.

-Take him away, come on. Out. -[phone ringing]

Bastard.

[phone ringing]

[people chattering]

Sir, it's breaking news already.

[newsreader] …dead body has been found in the fields of Jagrana.

This body is of a young man aged between 26 and 30.

Going by the way the body was found in the fields,

it feels like a case of murder.

-Stay tuned to our channel… -[drone whirring]

[soft chatters]

[drone whirring]

Here, sir.

[Balbir] NRI?

And the bastard had to come here to die.

Here, file the evidence.

-Leave. -Okay.

[indistinct chatter behind]

[car honking in distance]

[car honking loudly]

Must be the family. Go handle them.

Paaji, don't make me do this.

Just go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Sir, sir.

Please. Sir, calm down.

Calm down. Please.

[man shouting] Paul! Paul!

-[constable] Sir. -[man crying] Paul!

-Paul! -[constable] Sir, sir.

-[man crying loud] Paul! -Sir, please.

[crying] Paul!

[Jassi shouting] Steve! Steve, I need to see my son.

[crying] I need to see my son!

-What happened? Tell me, please. -[Steve consoling]

-[Jassi shouting] -[Steve] Jassi, stop it.

[Jassi crying] Let me go, please!

-Let me look at him once. [sobbing] -Jassi.

-[Jassi] Please. -[Steve] Jassi.

[Jassi] What, what happened to my son?

[screams] Steve, I need to see my son!

Let me see him, please.

Please, just once.

Let me see him once, please!

Steve, I need to see my son.

What happened to him? Let me go, please. [sobbing]

-Jassi, just take care of yourself. -Just once!

-Just once, please. -Take care of yourself.

-Please sit down. -[sobbing] Just once, please.

-Steve… -[maid] Calm down.

[Jassi] I want to see my son.

-[maid consoling] -[Jassi sobbing]

I want to see my son.

-[maid speaking indistinctly] -[Jassi] Steve!

[sobbing]

No…

[sobbing uncontrollably]

[screams] Steve!

I need to see my fucking son!

-It's a case of murder, sir. -[Jassi shouting]

The body is at forensics for post-mortem.

-Somebody slit his throat. -[Jassi crying]

-There are head injuries too. -[Jassi] Steve!

[crying hysterically] Oh, God!

Steve! Steve! Let me go. Let me go! Let me go!

-[Jassi shouting] -[maid speaking indistinctly]

-Jassi! -Why are you here?

-Why have you come here? -Jassi!

-Just calm down. -How can you do this?

After killing my son.

You have killed my son.

[Steve] Please, just take her inside.

-[Jassi crying] He killed my son. -[Steve] Just calm down.

Calm down.

[Jassi crying]

Whose room is this?

[Steve] Liam's.

Paul's best man.

His childhood buddy.

-Came from London with us for the wedding. -Hmm.

And where is Liam?

I don't know.

Get him on the phone.

[recorded message] Hello. No one is available to take your call.

It's unreachable.

Leave a message on Whatsapp.

Okay, so, there's a huge dent on Paul's car,

was there an accident?

Yeah, with some bus.

I told him this isn't London,

take the driver with you.

Bastard, he would never listen to me!

And where was this? Uh, location?

[Punjabi music playing on car stereo]

Who's this moron?

[singing in Punjabi]

Oye, stop it. Oye.

Hey, I said stop, stop the singing.

[shouts] Hey, shut up!

[child crying]

Slit his throat?

But how can that be?

Poor Veera is all prepared and ready to go to the UK.

Nobody has informed her?

How do we tell her on the phone?

She's on her way.

Where is she?

Today was going to be the last…

of the 16 sessions, of the bridal package. [sobbing]

-[footsteps approaching] -[girls chatting and laughing]

[girl] I'm going to drag her out of her house.

[laughing]

[woman crying] Veer.

[sobbing] My baby…

My baby…

-Take her inside. -But what happened, Mom?

[crying] Come.

[Veera] Papa?

[woman sobbing]

[Balbir sighs softly]

Is there anything you can tell us that might help us solve the case?

[sniffles] Like what?

I mean, did Paul have any quarrel with anyone?

Any family issue?

Um, no.

He never mentioned anything to me.

Any problems in London? Threats or anything?

Why? Why are you asking me about all this? I don't know anything.

We have an arranged marriage.

We, we just met two weeks ago.

-[phone vibrating] -[brother] Nikki's on the phone.

Tell her I'll call her back later.

But she's already called twice, yaar.

I am also expecting calls, okay?

When was the last time you met Paul?

At the engagement.

Two days ago.

[phone vibrating]

Our wedding was just two days away.

Then honeymoon…

in Machu Picchu. [sniffles]

I'm sorry, having to ask you so many questions at this time.

So that…

that friend of Paul's, Liam Murphy, the gora.

When did you last meet him?

At the engagement party. Why?

-Something happened to him as well? -No, no.

Can't say anything as of now.

But in case you remember anything, you can call me on this number.

-Let's go. -One more question.

Would you know the passcode to Paul's phone?

His face is disfigured, so the face recognition isn't working.

[whispers] What?

Let's go.

Okay then.

"Face is disfigured."

Who would say such a thing? Are you mad?

It was a genuine question, paaji.

"Genuine question."

So what do you think?

Uh, the girl looks really sad.

Let's say Veera is sad,

-and she's also telling the truth. -Hmm.

And she didn't go to meet him.

Then what was Paul doing in the fields with his pajamas down?

Surely he didn't go to take a shit there.

Well, paaji, where's this Machu Picchu?

Up your bloody ass.

"Genuine question."

-[scoffs] -Come on now.

-[men shouting and crying] -[thrashing]

[man groans and cries]

-[thrashing continuously] -[men crying]

[water running]

[indistinct chatter outside]

-[man 1] Paaji! How are you? -[man 2] I'm fine.

-How are you, bhai? -All good.

-Is he there? -Yeah, he's in.

[men screaming]

[Garundi] Whose needle was it in the field?

[all groaning and crying]

Sirji, sirji, look at me.

Sirji, I don't use needles.

I swear by God, sirji, needles are not safe.

-Too many side effects to them. -Behenchod.

Talking as if your daily fix… [panting]

is not chitta but Chyawanprash.

[laughing]

[groans and screams]

[groans and whimpers]

What's this? What's this? Huh?

How the fuck did you kill him?

Where is the weapon? Huh?

Gora? What did you do with him?

What gora, sirji? I came out of rehab just yesterday.

I have the papers.

-It's in my trousers. -Shut the fuck up.

-[grunts] -"In my trousers."

[phone ringing]

Motherfuckers.

-[man] Sirji. Get in. -Oh, you've come.

Bloody fucker, look at their faces.

Hmm?

Was any of them there that day?

Sir, I swear, there was nobody there. There was only that one stray dog.

That's what we told you, sir.

Look again, have you seen any one of them there before?

You keep going there, don't you? For your kabaddi training.

Sir, what else can I do?

You can understand our needs. You are also young.

Sir, I missed my training to come here.

Tomorrow's the Kabaddi League auction.

Abhishek and Aishwarya will also be coming there.

Have you seen yourself? Kabaddi?

Really Aishwarya's coming?

Yeah, fuck you. "Aishwarya's coming."

Buzz off.

[all screaming]

[all pleading and crying] Sir, sir. Please, sir.

-[thrashes] -[screaming]

Hello?

One more tea here.

Sat Sri Akal.

Sat Sri Akal. Sit.

Is Golu okay?

Hmm.

A1.

And Nimrat?

What do I do, Daddy?

Nimrat doesn't ever answer my calls.

Doesn't let me visit her.

If it goes on like this, my child will forget me.

[officer] Please sign.

Thank you, sir.

You know Nimrat well, Raman.

I'll… I'll try my best to talk to her.

Daddy, you must make her see some sense, please.

First, she didn't want to live with my parents.

So we moved out of there.

Now, not with me either.

Where do I go now?

I think she is not worthy of a man like you.

She's my wife, Daddyji.

I still have a lot of love for her.

I have no complaints at all.

If only she comes back along with Golu.

Please make her understand.

[Nimrat] It's not that he didn't have a job.

We didn't have a problem as far as money was concerned.

He always provided.

[lawyer] And your sex life?

Well, he was okay that way.

We have a six year-old son.

So, we can't really make it an impotency case.

-Was there any domestic violence? -No.

[lawyer] Even a little bit? A little shove someday or a scare?

Mental torture? Any demand for dowry?

No.

From your in-laws, any kind of abuse or demands?

Maybe the neighbors heard something?

Hmm. Okay, I'll leave then.

You take your time and figure out what kind of charges to press.

Because your husband agreeing to a mutual divorce is out of the question.

Okay.

Thank you.

What the hell is this?

You heard everything, didn't you?

-You still didn't get what's going on? -Now, get this straight, Nimrat.

One false accusation…

and I'm on Raman's side.

Even if he'd raised his hand on me,

you would still have taken his side.

Come, we'll sleep inside today.

Golu… you'll have your milk first? Hm?

You can sleep next to Mamma.

[closes door]

[bed creaking]

[man moaning softly]

-[woman moaning softly] -[phone beeping]

[phone beeping]

[woman] Bloody Punjab police don't give us a break for two minutes.

Can't help it, it's a big case.

[woman] Are these case messages?

Tell me.

It's Baljit behenji.

She can't bear to see me happy.

Why don't you tell your sister…

not to work so hard.

I'll arrange for a bride for you.

In any case, who knows your tastes better than I?

I've been taking care of you for ten years now.

I know very well how much sweet or sour you prefer.

But for some reason I'm never good enough for you.

[opens door, closes]

[woman speaking in Punjabi on radio]

[Punjabi song playing on radio]

[usher] Namaste, ma'am.

Hi, Steve.

I made it!

Where is everyone? Where's the party?

I… tried calling Liam, but his phone was off, so.

Then I… called Paul.

Paul's dead, Clara.

[whispers] What?

Wh… what happened?

Where's Liam?

Liam?

Liam?

[rings doorbell]

[Mataji] Who is it, Indu? Has Nopi come?

-[Balbir] Is Mataji okay? -[Mataji coughing]

[Indira] She just keeps remembering Nopi.

Whenever the doorbell rings, she thinks it's him.

Uh, this is for you.

Every month you give.

I'm…

I'm not really doing you a favor, you know.

Nopi used to work for us.

Okay, then. I'll leave now.

Just call me if you need anything.

[reporter] I'm sure he'll be able to give us some answer.

He's here? Oh.

-Sir. -Inspector Singh.

-Wait, let me get down first. -[reporters clamoring]

-Yes. -Sir, I have just one question.

-Have patience. -Sir, I have a question.

Will you elaborate, please?

Can you give us some more information?

What do you want to know? Go ahead.

What can you tell us about the NRI boy's murder?

-Listen, the investigation is on. -Hmm.

The body is in post-mortem at the moment,

and we're working on the evidence and clues that we have.

Could there be any involvement of a drug mafia or any gangster?

No, no. We don't think there could be.

There's no such angle anywhere, we don't think so.

The boy had arrived in Punjab just two weeks back for his wedding.

He's a successful lawyer in London. Okay, ji? Thank you.

-Enough, enough. -Answer my question.

One minute, sir. Please, sir.

-[reporters clamoring] -Excuse me.

Sir, it's being said that a friend of the NRI boy had come for the wedding,

and he too is missing since that night.

Could you give us any information about that?

Since when do you need information from us, Sodhi Saab?

Wasn't it you, who made a video of the body that went viral?

Even before we could reach.

Sir, we are just doing our work. How about you guys catch up with us?

-We will. -Balbir?

Janab.

Come here.

I don't want to see this bastard in the station ever again, understand?

I want you to get his drone license cancelled and shoo him off.

Mm-hmm. Come on.

[reporters clamoring]

[door opens]

[Balbir] You sent for me?

Hmm.

[sighs]

Jai hind, janab.

SSP Sikka gave me a call.

The video of that murder is on everybody's phone.

That gora is missing.

Surely the media will scream.

It could be in the UK newspapers tomorrow.

So listen to me…

I don't want this going out of hand.

Do what the SSP wants.

Just find the gora, please.

And… get done with this murder case, yaar.

Sir…

Look, you know what my situation at home is like.

I really don't need a problem with the SSP now.

Okay, sir.

[printer whirring]

[newsreader] A British boy named Liam Murphy,

age is 28, 5' 10" tall, has been missing for three days.

He was last seen in a red sweater. Liam Murphy had come to Jagrana village

from the UK for his friend's wedding.

Liam Murphy, age is 28, 5' 10" tall,

has been missing for three days. He was last seen in a red sweater…

[whistle blowing]

…Jagrana village from the UK for his friend's wedding.

[boys shouting indistinctly]

Beta, who's this guy here in your photo behind Veera?

Saakar.

Her boyfriend?

Was, until two months ago, I think.

Two months ago? Just last month they had come to Kasauli with us.

-After that they broke up. -Sorry, they broke up after that.

Reason for break-up?

It was supposed to be an arranged marriage,

she was going to the UK. She started getting regular calls from there.

So then Veera decided to block Saakar.

Then what did Saakar do?

[chuckles] Oh, that's another story.

It was tough for him to handle.

I mean, it became very ugly.

So did they have a fight or something?

Sir, fights are for normal guys. Saakar's an artist.

He made a video and posted it on Insta.

Video?

[all singing Punjabi rap song]

♪ …Gold digger bitch She's a gold digger bitch ♪

♪ She's a gold digger bitch ♪

It's Saakar's self-composed song, sir.

He put Veera's picture in the video.

There was a huge drama at home, sir. Everyone saw it.

She didn't step out of the house after that.

Yeah, but where is this Saakar after all of this?

Where's he gonna go, sir? Was live on Insta yesterday,

calls Veera names on one hand and keeps crying on the other hand.

Besides Insta, where can we find this Saakar fellow?

[train horn blaring]

[playing cajon music]

[Saakar singing Punjabi rap song]

[pulls cord] Hmm.

Who… who the hell are you?

Postman.

-[laughs] Can't see the uniform? -How long have you known Veera?

Known who?

Veera Soni.

Know her, right?

Yeah. I used to. But she's in the past now.

Should've left it in the past then.

Why write songs about her, moron?

If I don't write songs, how the hell do I feel alive?

-What? Feel what? -Alive.

Zinda.

You see this?

This is a circle. It's the world.

The world gives me nothing but pain.

I take that very pain, put it into my music,

and give double the pain back to the world.

When did you last meet Veera?

I don't remember the exact date,

but it was definitely before her engagement.

And that's my past, man.

And Lin is my future.

Hey, lover boy, where were you two nights ago?

What the hell? Why should I tell you?

Do you have that thing? That those… that document?

What is that document that these cops are supposed to bring,

-you know-- [groans] -[object clatters]

It's called a warrant.

Come on now, where were you that night?

He was with me.

Right here.

You future looks bright, veere.

I believe you. Really.

Now, tell me, any contact with Veera that day?

Hi, hello?

Sat Sri Akal?

Good evening? Good night?

No.

Check this cartoon's phone, bloody ostrich!

Sir.

Hey. Sir, this has… this has all my private stuff, sir.

-Relax. -Have some respect.

Just relax, okay.

Oye… This is a brand new phone.

Empty. Three messages from yesterday.

[Balbir] "Babe, are you up?"

Yes, my phone got lost, the old one.

-When? -One or two days ago.

One or two?

Two. Two days ago.

Meaning the night of the murder.

What… what, sir?

So, you mean even losing a phone is a crime now, sir?

You better go and find your old phone.

Or I will create such a painful circle…

that you won't be able to get out.

Get that?

Let's go, sir.

[Balbir] Listen, we need to get his phone history quickly.

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

Saakar?

[crying] Say something, please.

The police had come here, Veera.

Asked me where I was two nights ago.

I hope you remember where you were then.

Huh?

Saakar, we had decided that we will not talk about this again.

We had?

I didn't decide anything, Veera, that decision was yours.

This problem is also yours. And you have to handle it.

[sighs]

[Balbir] Is this the footage of the Gill bypass?

[Garundi] Yes, paaji. This is where Paul's car met with an accident last week.

This looks like an intentional hit.

[Balbir] Get this bus fellow's details,

and see if there's any connection with Saakar.

[dramatic music playing]

[machines whirring]

[whirring continues loudly]

What is it?

-Sat Sri Akal, Manna saab. -Tell me how can I help you?

Can we talk in your office? It's very noisy here.

Just say it, I have a shipment.

-[machine whirring] -[forklift approaching]

-I had a few questions regarding the case. -Yeah, shoot.

The case about the property dispute between you and your brother…

it's about that.

[machines whirring]

Bhai saab and I had a younger sister…

Charuno.

She was diagnosed with cancer in 2008.

Ovarian cancer, stage three.

Took chemo for a year…

cancer was gone.

But the fucking cancer was back again next time.

Four months later…

Charuno passed away.

When she was ill,

how many times do you think our dear brother came to visit her?

A phone call, "Manna, if you need any money, don't hesitate to ask me."

Like the fuck Manna needs your bloody money.

And do you know when he took a flight from London to finally come in?

When I said, "Bhai saab, Charuno is no more."

So then… what is the dispute?

About rights.

Our fathers have had willed the land to the three of us siblings.

Charuno never made a will of her own.

I was the one taking care of her.

I was looking after her.

It's not about the land.

But my brother has no right over anything that belonged to Charuno.

[reporter] Namaste, people.

Look behind me carefully, you'll see a setting sun,

and you'll see a father whose son shall never rise again.

A father, who was about to marry off his son,

will now have to burn the fire of the very same son.

Come, let's talk to him.

Dhillon saab? Dhillon saab?

We're truly sorry for your loss.

So tell us… how's everything?

Dhillon saab? Dhillon saab,

your one and only beloved son has been snatched away from you,

how are you feeling, sir? Dhillon saab?

Would you like to say something to your son's killer?

He could be watching our channel just right now.

Dhillon saab? Dhillon saab?

[engine starts]

[reporter] Paul Dhillon was 28 years old.

He had come to Punjab from London for his wedding.

Moreover, a friend of Paul's from Britain had also come to attend the wedding.

We are told that his name is Liam Murphy.

And Liam Murphy has been missing since the incident.

And what is even more important is that

the Jagrana police does not have any clue of his whereabouts.

So will the Jagrana police wake up now?

And will they be able to solve this puzzling case?

Stay tuned to our channel to find answers to these questions.

Along with cameraman Kanishk Bhosli,

this is Harmandeep Sodhi, Sadda Pind 365.

[constable 1] Come on, paaji, have a samosa.

[constable 2] Oh, stop it. Look at your bulging tummy.

[constable 1 speaking in Punjabi]

[reporter] Sirji?

Sirji?

[constable 2] Please spare me, I'm not interested.

Tell me why do you want to file a complaint?

-Why not, sirji? What's my fault here? -[thrashing outside]

I was just working on a human story.

A father's pain for his son.

[indistinct shouting outside]

If you really understood a father's pain,

you'd have left him alone,

Bastard, you keep messing with someone every day.

Today someone messed with you.

Forget that.

-Focus on your human stories. -[indistinct crying]

Here, have this samosa.

It's good for health. Try it.

"Human story", my foot.

Oye!

Not good for your health, buddy.

[panting]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Which petrol pump?

Yeah.

[gas attendant] That's them, sir. They were here.

Came in a Skoda, sir, and there was a dent on the side.

Then?

Both were drunk, sir.

And then one of them, the gora,

stepped out and went to take a piss in that corner.

And after that, the gora told him he wanted to have more beer.

So the guy who was with him, the one who's murdered,

he asked me where they could pick up some beer?

So, I told him about that Aahun Aahun bar, which is in Hangera.

It's open all night, he could go and check out there.

Well, sir, then they both got back into the car and drove off that way, sir.

[dramatic music plays]

[slow instrumental music playing]