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[phone ringing]

[Steve] Why can't he come to the phone?

-[busy dial tone] -I… I…

Clara, please call him to the phone, Clara.

I'm coming. I'm coming right now.

Behenchod.

-He didn't take my call either. -That's it, I'm going.

-Let's wait, he might return by evening. -He's coming home right fucking now!

[ringing doorbell continuously]

[Clara sighs]

-Steve, he's already scared. -Where the hell is he?

-[shouts] Paul! Paul! Paul! -Steve.

-He's just a kid. -I want him here right now!

-Teenage years are hard for everyone. -Paul!

If you don't come out now, you're gonna regret it.

Paul's just trying to fit in, okay? He's just--

-[door opens] -Paul!

I'm not leaving without you in the car. I want you here right bloody now!

-Steve. -[shouts] Paul!

[Jassi] Steve.

Steve.

[Steve] You've cut your hair?

What's this you've done, behenchod?

-[Jassi] Steve. -[Paul grunts]

-[Paul shouting] No, get off me. Stop. -[Jassi] Steve, stop.

Leave him alone.

-Stop it. -Stay out of this.

-Come here. -[Clara] This is my house,

I won't have it in my house!

-Mom, please. -No.

[grunting]

-[Steve] You cut your hair, bastard? -[Jassi] Steve, please!

-Please. -[Paul crying]

-[Jassi] Steve, please. -[Paul whimpering]

-[Paul grunting] -[Jassi] Steve. Steve.

For God's sakes, Steve!

I'm warning you. I'm gonna call the police.

He's my son!

I don't care, I will call the police.

[panting]

Steve!

Steve, please!

Please!

That's it. I'm calling the police, Steve.

[Paul whimpering]

Clara, please, please.

Don't do this.

[gasping] It's a family matter.

Please.

-Jassi. -I beg you. Don't do this.

Don't do this.

What he did is wrong.

But he's our son.

Our son?

This fellow?

We are known as a warrior race…

forget warrior…

he's not even a bloody man.

[Paul whimpering]

Take this, wear it.

There.

You're a woman.

[both sobbing]

[melancholic music playing]

[reciting prayers in Punjabi]

[prayers continue]

[machine cranks]

[melancholic music playing]

Why don't you come with me?

Happy? Take tayaji's car.

No need.

I'll go alone.

Bhai sahib, let me drop you home.

You know Jassi's state of mind.

It will be better if you don't come home at this time.

So you really think what parjai feels is true?

Fine.

[footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

We should have made a few calls,

tried to find out about Liam.

It's all right.

You just lost your son.

But I'm sure they'll find Liam…

soon.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[truck honking]

[Punjabi music playing on radio]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah, Roopa?

-I'll call you back soon. -[man] Hey.

This is bone china stuff. If it breaks, I'll break your bloody bones, okay?

-Pick it up. -Hey, listen, go and get me the charger.

[man] Come help him with it. Careful.

-[driver] Hey, how are you? -[man] Oh-ho, how are you?

-Fine? -Yeah, fine, fine.

Keep moving, keep moving.

Whose stuff is it?

[man] It's come from abroad.

Oh, yaar, won't your boy get me some chai?

[man 2] Yeah, sure.

Oye. Idiot, what are you doing?

[panting] Blood, paaji, blood.

[crying] It's been there for four days, it still hasn't gone.

[driver] Oh, behenchod, you gone mad? Huh?

You'll fucking get us screwed, idiot.

Go. Inside.

Stay there.

[indistinct chatter behind]

Saakar's comments, sir.

[Balbir] Hm.

Hm, "This is no roka, this is dhoka.

Dil tera black, bas white tera koka.

Life is fair, baby, mujhko degi moka."

Start from the top again.

Oh, okay. Uh…

-"This is no roka, this is--" -Satnamji?

Not this, the photos.

One sec.

Looks like…

this watch is everywhere.

Smart watch, sir. Price is starting at 40,000.

I too want one.

[Balbir] Even the engagement photo had this watch.

And also the ring.

-Did you get these at the crime scene? -No.

I have entered all the evidence by myself.

There was no watch or ring.

[Balbir] Hmm.

You think he would've stolen them? The kabbadi player?

What was his name again?

[Garundi] Didn't seem like a thief.

[Balbir] Oh, so, there was someone else also at the crime scene.

[Garundi] Hmm.

-What happened to that beer shop fellow? -That's where I'm headed now.

No, sir, I have never seen this fellow. Who's this?

-You've never seen him before? -No, sir.

Motherfucker, you sold them four beers on the night of the murder.

How many white people have you met that you don't remember?

Sir, I remember now. I remember, please let me go.

Sir, he… that night, he and his friend had come here, sir.

He gave me a £50 note with, uh, Elizabeth's photo on it.

Victoria.

Yeah, same thing.

Then he picked up four beers from here and left.

Then?

Then… then what, sir?

[pleading] Sir, sir, sir…

Sir, sir, sir… They asked me if I could give them some cocaine.

[grunts]

At first I said no… ma kasam, I said no. But they kept insisting, so… [winces]

So I thought it's also important to keep the customer happy, sir.

[wincing] So, I…

Yeah, so, how do you make them happy?

So I decided to give them Kulli's number.

-You think I know Kulli? -Sir, he's a junkie.

He had left his number once saying that if anyone wanted to party,

he could supply them with stuff.

Listen, look for that Kulli.

It's possible he could also be the witness.

Yeah, hurry up.

Sir, I…

I got these injections and medicines.

But they said the red capsules are over.

Okay.

-How much was it? -It's okay, sir, don't worry.

How's ma'am now?

It's to be done twice a week now.

There's only the transplant left.

[sighs] Well, that's that.

By the way, how's the case going? That bloody Sikka's been after my arse.

Sir, apparently Paul's watch was stolen after the murder.

So the thief is at least a witness if not the actual killer.

We're looking for him.

What about Paul's uncle? Manna?

He is a little tricky.

He has some kind of issue with his elder brother Steve.

He is well connected. Be careful.

You know what my situation is like, hm?

[indistinct chatter]

[honks]

[honks loudly]

Hello, ji.

I thought it was you, so… why not say hello?

Hello, Balbir ji.

-I just came to see the doctor. -Hope all's well.

Haanji, all is well.

I just needed a regular check up with the gynec.

Come, let me drop you.

No, I'll take the bus. Aren't you on duty now?

Helping the public is also part of police duty.

Come sit.

You're already helping us so much.

Please get in, Indiraji.

Otherwise, the people will think that a cop is unnecessarily harassing a lady.

[chuckles]

And nowadays, people make all kinds of videos. Please come.

Who all do you have in your family?

Basically, I live alone.

But now, my grandson and daughter are here.

Uh, my wife passed away long ago.

[vendor shouting]

Okay then, thank you.

By the way, with tea I make nice pakoras too.

Well, I'm on duty actually.

So dinner someday, when you're off duty?

-Sure. -Okay, then.

Sir, the files.

[Balbir] Mmm-hm.

Uh, Doctor saab…

please don't keep handing me such long reports.

Just share the bullet points.

The throat was slit.

So surely there's been blood loss.

But that's not the cause of death.

Cause of death was the head injury.

The head was attacked not just once, but several times with a lot of force.

And what's even more interesting is, even if they hadn't struck the head,

the blood loss itself would have killed the victim in about ten minutes or so.

So, um, what's your guess?

What do you think he was hit with?

A very hard object.

Uh, but not sharp, something like a stone.

Doctor saab, we've combed the crime scene,

but we didn't find any bloodstained stone there.

But you haven't found that weapon either with which the throat was slit.

Oh, well, doctor saab, you were telling us about that stone, right?

-[cell phone ringing] -Behenchod.

To hell with this bloody journalist.

Who is it?

That bloody Sodhi from Pakki Khabar.

Not just my official number, he calls my personal number too.

If it had been any other doctor,

this entire post-mortem report would have been viral

all over Whatsapp by now, like that crime scene video of yours.

There is another interesting point.

We found a cut on the victim's left arm.

-But there was no cut on the jacket. -[doctor] That's right.

This wound is a few hours older, but with the same weapon,

a sharp blade or knife.

Okay, is there anything more?

It seems fellatio was performed on the victim,

an hour or two before the murder.

Oh, fellatio?

Oral sex.

DNA was found on the victim's penis.

Sir, may I take my lunch break?

Really? It's just half past 11:00.

Why don't you wait, we'll eat together?

Sir, I haven't had my breakfast today.

[Balbir] Fellatio, huh?

Paaji, the blade-induced cut on Paul's arm…

-Yeah. -…was caused a few hours earlier,

-the same evening. -I see.

That means that night Paul had oral sex…

-Yes. -…and then his throat was slit

-with the same blade. -Yeah.

-After which his head was smashed… -Yeah.

-…his watch was stolen. -Yeah.

So maybe all this could be the doing of just one person,

or different individuals.

Or maybe a team?

Boyfriend and girlfriend.

-[man] Hey, get me a roti. -Mm.

No, parjai, I'm done.

Just shut up and eat.

You'll get weaker and weaker if you work so much.

I asked for the roti.

[parjai] I'm getting more.

No, I'm really done.

How many times have I told you our showroom is called Happy Motors,

not because our boss' name is Happy.

In fact, it is because we want all our customers to feel happy here.

What happened to Sourav Malhotra's car?

[employee] It will be delivered by evening, sir.

[manager laughs nervously]

Uh, welcome to Happy Motors, sir.

What can we do for you today?

Man, you keep your motors, I've come for Happy here.

I'll call you back.

Motherfucker.

-Let's talk outside. -But what's wrong with here?

What happened? I'm okay to talk here.

-What's the matter? -Let's go outside.

[indistinct chatter]

Pay me, or I can create a scene right now.

[people chattering]

[Balbir clears throat] Sorry, we're a little late.

It's okay.

Hm.

Frappe. Hazelnut flavor.

I've already told you whatever I know.

Of course.

But I just had a few more questions,

a bit personal in nature.

You might have felt awkward in front of your parents…

so we called you here.

We heard you had an affair in college with…

some guy called Saakar Khurana.

Why are you asking me about him?

How long did it last?

Three years.

Is it over or you still seeing each other?

We used to be close, but it's over now.

Everything came to an end when Paul came into my life.

And when was that?

I told you, as soon as Paul and I started talking.

Okay, but the last time we met, you told us…

that Paul and you'd been talking for just a month or so.

Right.

And since then there's been no one other than Paul for me.

I'm sorry, I can't do this.

[sniffles]

[Balbir] What the hell is this?

Bloody Burj Khalifa.

[cell phone ringing]

-Yeah, tell me. -Uh, paaji,

the bus that had deliberately hit Paul's car,

we found his details.

[Garundi] Hey, you!

-Come here. -Come here.

-Where can I find the manager? -Sorry.

Manager.

Thanks.

Sir.

-Where is it? -Just…

Here, sir, this is the one that had the accident.

Accident?

It was a well-planned targeted hit.

Sir, but the driver said it was just a minor accident.

Was someone with him?

Seen him around? With the driver, or just generally?

-No, sir. -Where's the driver now?

Sir, must be around somewhere.

Hey, Sundar! Where is Pramod Kumar?

-Sorry, sir. -Do you even know what goes on here?

Huh? "Must be around."

Give the details… name, address, number. Come on.

Sir.

Behenchod. Catch him!

[Garundi shouts] Oh, oye.

Bastard, catch him!

[phone ringing]

[panting]

Jai hind, sir.

You're handling the Liam Murphy missing case?

What's the status?

We've issued a look-out notice. Our station police, sir,

are at public places doing routine checks.

No, no, no, routine will not be enough.

They're British nationals. One is dead, and the other boy's missing.

We're working on the case, sir. [panting]

Just today we got a lead on a bus driver, sir.

It seems he deliberately hit Paul's car a week earlier.

Instead of focusing on a murder case,

you're chasing a week-old hit-and-run case?

-Why are you doing this, Balbir? -Sir…

-Sir, maybe… -[cell phone ringing]

…this could be related to the case, sir.

Balbir Singh…

Look, our job is not to complicate the case anymore.

Our job is to solve it as soon as possible.

Before the British Consulate gets after us,

or the media gets a whiff and comes here.

The matter will get internationalized then.

We'll get bombarded with phone calls from the Home Ministry.

Please get on it, quickly.

The wha… what?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, send, send it at once.

We'll get there right away. Yeah.

Ooh, Paul's smart watch is switched on.

Williams has traced the location.

Let's go.

You know, when I saw you at Roli's brother's wedding,

you were looking so cute in that purple lehenga.

It wasn't purple, it was mauve.

But, thank you.

-Get out of the car. -Sir, she's my cousin.

-Where did you find this watch? -It's mine, sir.

It's yours, huh?

Sir, Papa gave it to me. Birthday gift.

What's your papa's name, kiddo?

-Mr. Satish Ahuja. -Hm?

[Balbir] Well, then…

-your son said Mr. Satish Ahuja. -[chuckles softly]

Who knew it would turn out to be you.

Behenchod Satish.

Haven't quit the drug businesses yet?

I did, sir.

I quit everything.

But I couldn't manage.

You know how things are, sir.

-Needed help for your ailing mother? -No, sir.

My daughter's admission.

She's got admission into Winnipeg University.

Nine bands she has scored in the IELTS exam.

Hey, let me show you, sir.

Jagrana Khabar candidate.

-Look, you see that? -Oh, yes.

-Ginny goes to Winnipeg. -[Garundi] Hmm.

Nice.

Sir.

Twenty-five lakhs was the admission fee.

How could I have arranged it?

People like me don't have any land or anything,

where I could sell off one or two acres.

And what about the ones whose lands got sold,

thanks to your drug business. What about their education?

[grunts softly]

-Come on, get up. -No, no, sir. Please, sir.

Please don't arrest me, sir.

You see, for my daughter's visa for the admission,

sir, the police verification has to be clean, sir. Please.

Okay, who sold you this watch?

Well, I don't know the boy's name, but he used to come here every few days.

And, you know, he…

hadn't paid me for two grams, sir.

So five days ago he came and paid with the watch, sir.

And took four grams more.

Disappeared after that.

Do you have his number or anything?

No, sir.

I was scared of you,

so I canceled my own number so that you don't…

-Fine, let's go. -No, no, sir, please. Please.

You know, that…

you know that pizza delivery kind of scooter?

He comes on one of those.

What's the name of the pizza?

I don't know that, but, sir, those scooters are all yellow in color.

Even the T-shirts they wear are also yellow in color.

You know, like that baby's book kind of--

Oh, shut up, behenchod.

Yeah, asshole.

[Saakar singing rap song in Punjabi]

-[Satnam] Sir, this one's pepperoni. -[rap song continues]

This video was posted by Saakar before the murder.

[rap song continues]

[Balbir] Play it again.

[delivery man] Pizza.

Sir.

Satnamji, why're you distracting?

[delivery man 2] Pizza.

-Oh, he's here. -Hey, Mr. Yellow, there. Come, come.

-[Garundi] Come, bro. -We had three pizzas because of you.

-Come, sit. -We're waiting for you.

Where exactly is your shop, huh?

-What's the location? -You heard the question?

[store manager] Sir, he banged the scooter one day.

The scooter fell, the pizzas flew all over.

So it was a double complaint. After that there was no sign of him.

-Where does he live? -His PG place is close by.

Hey, Sunny.

-Yes, sir. -Go and show them where Kulli lives.

[Garundi] Paaji, this could be the same Kulli

whose number was given to Paul

by the local beer shop guy on the night of the murder.

Lock it up.

[man] All okay here, sir? What happened?

[Garundi] Paaji, we like this room of yours.

That's what happened.

-Let's go. -[Balbir] Let's go.

[cell phone ringing]

[morning prayers playing]

[message alert beeps]

-Wanna tie a turban, Golu Singh? -Hmm.

[Nimrat] Uh, I'll just text you, I'll just text you.

Uh, Papaji, can you drop Golu to school today?

I have to see the dentist.

So you'll go with Nanu today?

Yay!

We've arrived, Golu Singhji.

Your school is here.

-You'll come to pick me? -Sure.

If that's the order, then I'll have to come, right, son, huh?

Shall we?

[kisses]

There you are, kid.

-Bye. -Bye.

[school bell rings]

Hey, who's the manager?

Manager saab?

Yes, sir.

Does he come here?

Him? Never seen him before.

Look carefully.

-Yes. -He keeps rapping about your bar so much,

but he never comes here?

Sir, it's a popular bar, huge following on social media.

Have you seen him?

-Sir, this-- -Uh, you go to table number 12 there.

Put the last two weeks' CCTV data in this drive.

Why, sir?

TV's not working at home.

If I get bored, I'll watch this.

[chuckles nervously]

Stop grinning and do it.

Well, sir, there's a problem with CCTV. The rats chewed up the wires.

Anyway, after two days, we always delete the data.

Delete?

[groans]

See that boy in the red jacket at the first table having beer?

He doesn't look a day over 16.

I can charge your bar with multiple offenses like this.

-Share the footage. -[gasps and winces]

Otherwise I'll get the rats to chew your balls instead of wires.

[winces] Sir, why are you taking it seriously?

It's a murder case, gaandu, you have to be serious.

[winces]

Hey, you have a sealed one?

[Nimrat] I'm not sending the pics.

It's the same dress, baba. Promise.

Okay, where are you taking me for lunch?

See you later.

[engine starts]

Is this how you see the dentist?

Do you have any shame?

You're cheating on Raman, and you're trying to accuse him?

Get inside.

Nimrat, get inside!

Stop controlling me!

This is not your station, this is my life!

What are you doing?

[Balbir] Okay, so handle your own life then.

Why? Why the hell did you come back to my house?

-You're not my lifelong responsibility. -You've taken responsibility for nothing!

Not for the death of my mother, not for my life.

Behenchod, all my life I've served my family like a dog. For this?

You did nothing at all for the family.

What you did, you did for yourself.

You put work before your family for 30 years and what are you now?

Sub-inspector, that's it.

You took out all your frustrations on Mom first

-and now you're doing the same with me. -And you? What are you doing?

Screwing around.

And cheating on your husband and child for a bloody lover?

You should be ashamed.

[crying]

Fuck!

[crying] How to be a life partner and a good parent,

I learnt both these things from you!

It's a tax, paaji.

A tax for lying to the government.

I'll pick up another one tomorrow with the CCTV data.

Everything fine at home?

What home, man?

It's a dog house, behenchod.

Was a dog house then…

it's a dog house now.

[sighs]

Paaji, tell me what do you think…

should one ever get married?

Listen…

-if you like taking it up your ass… -[laughs]

…then you should.

What can I say?

Okay, listen…

this is the first big case, right?

-We get very few chances in our career… -[phone ringing]

-…don't fuck it up. -[ringing continues]

Or else, like me, you'll be a sub-inspector all your life.

Tell me, Doctor saab, working double shift?

Yeah, there was an emergency case, Balbir.

Okay, listen, we ran a DNA test on the hair sample.

Got something?

[fire sizzling]

[dramatic music plays]

Behenchod.

What did he say?

Wh-What did he say?

Oh, damn!

Veera Soni's DNA…

and the saliva on Paul's penis are a 100% match.

[dramatic music playing]