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[Paul] So we had four days in Kerala,

two days in… Yes!

Two days in Pondicherry,

and then… Cheers, man.

And then we did ten full days in Goa.

-[Liam] You got to join us for one. -Really?

-For one at least? -I'll join you in a moment. You carry on.

Chachaji, tell him.

-[Manna] What happened? -To join us for a drink.

Oh, no, no. He does not like to drink. Just let him be.

Uh, so, how many girls did you see, tell me now.

So, Happy, do you like North Goa or South Goa?

I have never been to Goa.

-What? Oh, you've got to go to Goa. -[Manna chuckles]

He… he gets lost even if he goes to Sector 17 in Chandigarh.

-These are Goa pictures? -[chuckles] He's a different story.

What are you guys going to do now? After you go back, both of you?

So I'm finishing college and then, uh, law school.

-Good. -Can you believe this guy?

[Manna] Really good.

He knew he was going to law school since he was ten.

Yeah, it's… I mean…

Super star of the Dhillon family, my big boy is.

I've still got to figure it out, you know. Maybe take a year off.

-[Manna] Take a year off? -[Liam] Yeah.

[Manna] Do nothing?

-[Paul] He can do a gap year. -[Liam] Find yourself.

-[Manna] Is that allowed? -[Paul] He'll figure out what he wants.

Happy, what are your plans?

I want to become a race car driver.

His plan is to get me a drink at this moment.

[clears throat] Make it a strong one.

[Paul] So he wants to be a race car driver?

[Manna chuckles] Race car driver, no, no.

[Liam] Where can you race here?

[Manna] On the streets.

In Punjab, everybody is a race driver after 12 o'clock and two drinks.

Everybody races around. And especially if you have cops,

-you race with them. -[Liam] Seriously speaking?

[Manna] No, no, seriously. But this type of thing doesn't work,

so we want to put him in some business course.

And then after that,

he will join the family business. This is what he's going to do.

[Paul] But he should figure out what he wants to do in life.

-I have already figured that out for him. -Happy, even if you wanna do BBA,

you should come to London. You know, Kensington is pretty good.

-And it's really easy to get into. -Maybe someday.

[Manna] Paul…

don't put ideas in his head.

Hey, Chacha ji, he should explore and see the world.

He's not as smart as you are. Trust me, I know what I'm saying.

This is why we always keep things simple for him.

I know his limitations very well.

-[Saakar] It's very important. -[Garundi] I see.

-Imported, huh? -[Saakar] Sir, sir.

It's a limited edition, sir. What are you doing?

[screams] Fuck, bastard!

[screams] Fuck, fuck.

Oh, we're looking for the blade you used to slit throats.

[constable] Sir.

What the… where is this from?

This is not mine, behenchod. Did you plant this?

Chutiye, you're going in for murder,

why the hell would I charge you for drugs?

-You don't know Paul, right? -[Saakar] No.

You fucking asshole…

Is this your dad in the Chaska Bar CCTV footage?

-[Garundi sighs] -Sir, I…

-Hmm. -I just wanted to speak to him, that's it.

That fucking asshole wanted an arranged marriage,

could have been anyone.

But I cannot live without Veera.

-[Garundi] Okay. -Oh.

What did you say?

-You told me you're over her, bastard! -Oh, madam, hold on.

-May I complete my interrogation? -You cheater!

You asshole!

Hmm.

So, when Paul didn't listen to you,

you picked up your blade and you attacked him, huh?

Before that, the gora smashed the bottle on my head.

You didn't see that on bloody CCTV? Look at what he did to my head.

But it is true that you threatened to kill Paul in public view.

-Come on. -[Saakar screams]

-Saakar! -Threatening is not the same as killing.

You used the same blade to slit Paul's arm and throat?

[Saakar] No, sir!

Lying again? Everything is there in your phone records, gaandu.

Sir, I already told you, my phone has been stolen.

[constable] Shut up.

[Garundi] Well, that's what they all say.

Why are we going this way, bhaaji?

To save on the toll, puttar,

so I can buy some pizza and burgers for you.

Also, I'll get you a drink, puttar.

What happened?

I think we have a flat tire, it's dragging.

But two minutes ago it was fine, bhaaji.

It's not a plane, it's a truck. What do you expect?

Go check, puttar. Come on.

[banging on tires]

Bhaaji, it looks all right.

Son of a bitch… Fuck.

[Shinda] Fuckin' bastard. [grunts]

What the…

Hey, stop!

Stop, you behenchod!

[mumbling angrily]

Fuck your bloody arse!

-[splashes] -[Garundi] Kulli?

Kulli?

You okay, gaandu?

Behenchod, come on out with it now.

You want it?

So, listen, behenchod…

that liquor shop guy…

[stutters] had… give…

given my number to the London guys.

Bastards had a lot of pounds in their pockets.

I had gone to sell them some powder.

But they said, "This is heroin.

It's cocaine that we want."

Just give me the money. Arey, give me my money, I have to go.

[Kulli] I tried to tell the buggers…

"Look, behenchod, cocaine is nothing when compared to this."

[indistinct arguing]

[Liam] Let's go, let's go.

Let's go. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

[Kulli] They didn't fucking get it.

They just pushed me and took off in their car.

What the fuck you doing? Give me…

Give me some money at least, I left my order for you.

[grunts]

[Kulli] Who wouldn't get pissed off, Thanedar saab?

So I lost it too.

[man] Kulli? Where the hell are you going?

[Kulli] I went after them.

I thought I could get a few pounds here and there.

[scooter sputtering]

But, behenchod, my scooter broke down on the way itself.

[engine cranking]

Somehow I managed to keep following them on that same road.

I finally spotted the car.

But there was nobody inside.

I went into the fields looking for them.

And I saw…

this fucker was lying dead…

with his throat slit.

Then I suddenly noticed his ring and his watch.

There was no one around there.

So I decided to steal them.

[Kulli gasps]

I was about to leave, but behenchod, he grabbed my hand.

[gasps] Fuck. Let go!

[gasps and whimpers]

[grunting] Let me go!

Who was it?

Who else?

That dead body.

The fucker was alive. He was still breathing, behenchod.

And his fucking grip was so tight, he wouldn't let go.

I grabbed whatever I could and I kept hitting him on the head

over and over again and again hitting, hitting till he fucking died.

[Kulli grunting angrily]

Then?

[Kulli] And then I took the ring and watch, and I fled from there.

You mean, you just smashed his head,

someone else slit his throat.

Am I a fool, behenchod?

Look, Thanedar saab,

I've told you whatever I had to.

I didn't slit his throat.

Now, if you want to believe me, that's fine,

and if you think I'm lying, then shove it up your bloody arse.

[Punjabi rap song playing]

Come on, Happyji.

What took you so long?

I was about to go and file a missing person's report.

I heard a gora, a white guy is also missing?

Well, do stay in touch. It feels nice.

Behenchod bhaie,

how does it feel now, huh? You were acting all smart earlier.

[mumbles angrily]

[both mumbling angrily]

[Happy grunts]

-[Pramod] Stay still Happyji, don't move. -[grunts]

Or Happy will become

-a happy birthday cake. -[grunts]

[winces] No.

No… no… [groaning]

-[mumbles angrily] -[Happy grunts]

[panting]

[winces and coughs]

Should I?

Should I kill you?

Saala, learn to hold the thing before even thinking of fucking.

[Happy groaning]

-Now pay me 20 lakh more for the gora. -[Happy grunting]

[Happy groaning]

[groaning and crying]

[Happy groans in pain]

[Toti vomiting]

[retching]

[gagging]

[gagging and gasping]

[baby crying]

[indistinct chatter]

[breathing heavily]

[muffled voices]

[shouting] The gora is dead! The gora is dead!

The gora is fucking dead!

The blood's still there, wash the blood off!

-[officer] Come quick. Help me. -The gora is dead!

Someone wash the blood or else he'll kill me!

-[men speaking indistinctly] -The gora is dead.

-The gora is dead, clean the blood stain. -Calm down.

-The gora is dead. The gora is dead. -Calm down.

Clean the stains, the gora is dead!

Clean the blood, clean the blood. The gora is dead.

-The gora is dead. -Listen, get a hold of yourself.

-Nothing will happen to you. -Clean the blood.

-Please, stop it. -The gora is dead. He's dead.

[TV anchor] The Punjab police made yet another arrest

in the Paul Dhillon murder case.

It's a young man named Saakar Khurana.

It has been said that he supposedly had an affair

-with Paul's fiancée. -Satnamji?

-[softly] Please. -… Saakar Khurana's information…

[phone ringing]

[muffled shouting]

-Yeah, Raman puttar. -[indistinct screaming]

[Raman] Daddy, it's Golu's birthday, so I've come to his school…

-[Garundi shouting indistinctly] -…with some goodies for him.

His teacher told me he's very disturbed these days.

Oye, behenchod, what's this racket?

[officer] The artist is refusing to eat,

he keeps asking for the phone, wants to order online.

-Where's Garundi? -He's in there, sir.

-Feeding him with his own hands. -[shouting continues]

Yeah, puttar, what were you saying?

The teacher said that Golu went up to the terrace.

Daddy, even you didn't tell me.

-Golu is my son, too. -Raman puttar,

-I'd asked Nimrat to tell you about it. -Asked Nimrat to--

Nimrat doesn't care for me, Daddy.

Now that she's found that college guy, Karan Gill.

[shouting continues loudly]

Uh, no, no, puttar, it's nothing like that.

I'm not spreading any rumors, Daddy.

-[shouting continues] -I've seen it with my own eyes.

Okay, puttar, why don't you come home tomorrow evening for Golu's birthday?

-You can discuss it at home, okay, puttar? -Ji, thik hai, Daddy. Sat sri akal.

[Saakar screaming loudly]

[Garundi] You tell us what you want to eat?

-Pizza? -Ah… [wincing]

-Ah… ah… -Chicken, tandoori chicken?

-[crying and screaming] -Behenchod, I'll throw you in a tandoor.

-[Saakar shouting] -[mumbling angrily]

Sir, food, food is our basic human right, sir.

-"Human right?" -[Saakar crying]

And the human rights of the one you killed? Behenchod!

-[Saakar shouting] -Hm? Tell me, you fucker!

-[Saakar screaming] Ow! Fuck. -Tell me.

[Saakar screaming and crying] Behenchod!

[sobbing] Ah!

[wincing and groaning]

-[Garundi] Where is it? Behenchod! -[whimpering]

Where's your murder weapon?

Tell me! Where's the blade?

I've told you whatever I had to tell you.

But if you don't trust me…

Ah! [screaming]

Trust? Even your father doesn't trust you, behenchod.

-[screaming] -We called up your home from the station.

-[wincing] -You know what your father told us?

Said, "Do whatever you want to him. Don't call me up.

-I've got nothing to do with him." -[groaning]

Behenchod, "don't trust me". Motherfucker.

[opens cell door]

[indistinct conversation]

[Karan] Hey, the last penthouses that we've made with balconies,

-I want you to show them those. -Excuse me, sir. Sir?

A police officer is here.

I said that you're busy, but he won't listen to me.

What will you have, sir?

Nothing.

So, then…

is there something I can help you with?

Forget my Nimrat.

It was over between us, sir…

after college.

One day, I got a message on Instagram.

She told me she was very depressed.

And that she missed me a lot.

And we started talking again.

Listen, Karan…

today I have come here as Nimrat's father,

but if I had come here as a policeman,

it would have gotten ugly.

Sir, you are here as Nimrat's father,

which is why I welcome you with open arms.

If you were here as policeman,

forget getting an appointment with me.

[mother knocking at door] Happy, open the door, eat something.

Happy.

[knocking on door] Happy beta.

Happy, are you listening? Beta, open the door.

-Happy beta, come on now. -What happened?

He hasn't come out all day today, I've been after him to eat something.

Let me see.

[Manna] Happy?

[knocking] Open the door.

[knocking]

Happy?

[mother] What's wrong?

Get his food.

Hey, listen.

What happened? Tell me.

Wha… who did this, puttar?

Huh?

Come here.

[crying]

He's been yelling, "The gora is dead, the gora is dead", nonstop.

Yesterday also, he was talking to me about some bloodstains on a truck,

asked me to wipe them. I said, "What truck?"

Then he got scared, and said he would kill me, too.

Don't be scared. Whose blood is it?

The gora's.

But no one will ever find out anything.

This gora here?

Yes, that's the one.

[crying] That's the gora. Keep him away.

Keep him away, saabji. Please protect me. [crying]

Better watch out for Shinda, he's a big behenchod of a guy, sir.

My mother's waiting for me at home, please take me to her. [crying]

Beware of Shinda, he's a big behenchod of a guy. He did everything!

[sobbing] Please take me to my mother!

-[reporters clamoring] -Madam, madam…

-[cameras clicking] -[reporters clamoring]

[constable] Get back. Let us do our work.

[reporters clamoring]

Hey, enough! Get back.

-[reporters clamoring] -[constable] Oh, please get back!

[reporters clamoring]

[constable] Wait, wait. No, no.

Just wait here.

We heard that Saakar was involved in the murder.

Please tell us something about it.

We heard that Saakar is responsible for this. Ma'am, please!

[reporters clamoring]

Sign here.

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

Yes, sir. She's come.

Ji, sir.

Yes, sir.

[crying]

Didn't I ask you to sit in one place? Hm? Come on.

[crying]

[Satnam] Who came up with this entire plan?

[groans and cries] What plan?

-[Satnam] The plan to kill Paul. -[screams]

Why would I want to kill Paul?

We were supposed to marry the next day.

[Satnam] You sure you wanted to marry Paul?

Yeah! [groans]

And Saakar?

Did Paul know about you and him?

Yes, he knew everything.

I told him myself.

[crying] I wanted to start a new life with Paul.

Your last meeting with Saakar?

-[screams and sobs] -Speak up.

[sobbing] As the same night.

-[Satnam] The night of the murder? -[sniffling]

Why did you go there?

-So you could plan the murder? -No, just to meet him one last time.

[sobbing]

[Veera] I reached Saakar's studio at about 6:00.

And I left from there around 8:00.

After that, I saw him only today.

[sobbing]

Then what the hell was Saakar doing there

when Paul and you were having sex in the car?

[crying]

Saakar's phone was traced to that location

where you and Paul… were busy in his car.

Now, stop all this pretending like you know nothing.

[Veera whimpering]

[Satnam] What did the two of you do to him?

We didn't do anything!

-[shouts] We didn't do anything! -Tell me!

-[screams and cries] -Tell me what you did!

I didn't do anything.

[screams and cries]

-[Satnam] Tell me! Hm? -[screams and cries]

[Satnam] Speak up!

-[smacking] Say! Speak up! -[screaming]

-What did you do? -[phone ringing]

[Satnam] Tell me! Are you gonna speak or not?

-[Veera screaming] -Hello?

[Veera's mother] Hello, sir? This is Veera's mother.

Satwinder bhaisaab has landed up over here and is creating havoc at our home.

-[Satnam smacking] Tell me. -[Veera screams]

-Steve? -[Veera sobbing]

[Satnam] Speak up, come on!

-Speak up. -[Veera sobbing loudly]

Tell me.

[Veera screaming and crying]

-Satnamji? -[Veera crying loudly]

Yes, sir.

-[Steve grunting] -[Veera's father] Bhaisaab.

Bhaisaab.

Don't shame us here, bhaisaab.

Bhaisaab, I beg of you, don't do this to us, bhaisaab.

-[Steve grunts] -I'm begging you, bhaisaab.

-[Veera's mother crying] -Please don't do this.

So, if you're daughter got a lover, why'd she come to us?

-How many lovers she had? One, two? -[Veera's mother crying]

[shouts] Three? How many?

-Behenchod! -[Veera's mother] Stop.

-[father] Please. -[mother] Please, don't do that.

-[panting] -[mother] It's not our fault.

[Steve grunts]

-[mother] Bhaisaab, what are you doing? -[Steve] Behenchod.

[Steve walks away]

[closes car door]

You better get this into your head.

I'm tolerating this because your son is dead.

If you mess with my investigation one more time, I throw you straight in.

On what charge?

Firstly, for assaulting a journalist with a rod.

Secondly…

for bribing a constable and leaking the investigation details.

And one more thing…

to arrest you, I'll send Satnamji herself.

And as for you, Satnamji, be careful when you use a new iPhone.

If your call records are taken, you'll be in trouble.

[honking loudly]

[indistinct chatter]

[Garundi] Uh, babaji, a driver called Shinda works here. Where's he?

There are many drivers here named Shinda. Which one are you looking for?

Well, his helper's name is Toti.

Oh, 6272? Yeah, I got it, sir.

The Shinda, the one that you're talking about,

I know him.

He lives in the village next to mine.

And where's he now?

I think he loaded a truck early this morning and left for Bikaner.

Hey…

He has a new helper with him now.

It's because Toti is not well.

-[Garundi] Back by? -He's supposed to be back here tomorrow.

Come on now, hurry up.

[Mataji coughing]

-[Indira] Here. -Hmm.

Enough, Indiraji, I've had too many pakoras, now this?

You can have a drink if you feel like.

No, ji.

I would feel awkward to drink alone.

But don't you always drink alone?

Right, but…

you're here with me now.

I see…

So, you come outside but leave without meeting me

because you can't drink then.

I'm a policeman, Indiraji.

If I come here daily…

[sighs]

I'll start drinking here as well.

I'm younger than you, so just Indira will do.

I tried that many times…

but then, I was worried you may not like it.

Balbirji, if you want to be happy,

you need to think about yourself.

That's what I'm also trying to do.

[breathing heavily]

[objects clattering]

[Mataji] Nopi…

is that you?

[Mataji coughing]

[coughing continues]

-[locks door] -[breathing heavily]

Sorry, Indiraji.

Bastard.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Doing what a journalist does, sir.

-Looking for a story. -Here?

Sir, I can't come to your station.

And then I got to know that you hang around here these days.

Stay away from my personal life or you'll pay for it.

Your personal life is really interesting, sir.

Just like your wife's case.

And now this, your informer's pretty wife.

Behenchod, you won't give up?

Sirji, a policeman and journalist must have amicable relations.

Give love to get love in return.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, tell me.

Try to show us some love sometimes, sir.

[bike approaching]

Where's the colour chart that I…

I'll be back in a minute.

I saw you from the window as soon as you reached.

-Really? -Of course.

Your favorite, choco lava.

You are my favorite.

I see.

Shall we?

I can't. I have to go, I have to shut down the system

or Neetu ma'am will get upset.

You and your Neetu madam.

Both of you have turned me into a delivery boy now.

Oh… you were the one who asked me,

-"You want to eat some ice cream?" -Just so we could meet.

[chuckles] Okay, fine. We'll meet on Saturday,

when there are no bookings.

-Booking? -Yeah.

I left a murder investigation to come and meet you,

you can't take a break from cleaning nails?

Come on now. [chuckles]

You'll come along on the honeymoon, right? Or there will be bookings then too?

Where would you take me? Shimla?

Machu Puchu.

[giggles] Okay, bye.

[indistinct chatter]

Attach these with the report and file them quickly.

Yes, sir.

Jai Hind, sir.

Jai Hind.

What is it that I'm missing, Balbir?

I've just gone through your case file.

When that drug addict has already confessed,

then why did you arrest the fiancée and her boyfriend?

Do you wanna close the case or delay it?

Sir…

This case has more than one culprit, sir.

The junkie has confessed that he…

smashed the head, but…

the throat slitter, we haven't been able to nab, sir.

If a killer can smash a head,

he can slit a throat.

Can't he?

Yes, sir.

But, sir, the junkie's right-handed,

and the forensics report says that the throat slitter… is left-handed.

Forensics, Balbir, is not an accurate science.

And once he's high on drugs,

the junkie himself wouldn't know which hand he used to commit the murder.

Then how will we know?

Tell you what, work a little bit more on the junkie.

Bloody, he'll confess he did it.

Don't we need to rid Punjab of these addicts?

Yes, sir.

Then we'll have a huge press conference, proudly giving interviews,

announcing SI Balbir Singh solved the case in just two weeks.

Come on, get cracking.

Sir.

[Sikka] Take your seats.

Okay, please sit down.

Six months ago, we had created a narcotic cell

of the police department in this district.

And today we're celebrating its first huge achievement.

You know what the tragedy of our Punjab is?

That we don't confront the truth.

We don't want to solve cases.

Just…

bloody close them.

"Hey, Balbir Singh…

don't go after respectable folks.

Blame it all on the damn poor junkie.

We want results."

[chuckles] "Get us results, Balbir Singh,

because…

you'll have to give media interviews."

[scoffs] "Results."

Forget it, paaji.

This is not the first time, huh, nor the last.

[sighs]

I'm fed up, Garundi.

Screwed up all my life.

I failed not only at work…

at home as well.

You know, when I die…

-Oh, come on, paaji, drop it. -Just hear me out.

When I die and…

they take me away to cremate my body,

you know what people will say?

Look…

there he goes, Balbir Singh…

who never did anything right in life.

Nothing.

[phone ringing]

Who is it, behenchod?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Huh?

-Behenchod, I'm coming. -[grunts]

Where to?

I'm coming right away.

Where are you going?

Oh, behenchod.

Garundi…

I…

I… forgot Golu's birthday.

Fuck… how could I forget my grandson?

[intriguing music playing]

Uh…

Golu's here?

-Wake up, cut your cake. -Papaji, no.

Golu's friends have all gone.

He can cut the cake next year.

The cake shop delayed it, so…

Have some shame for god sake.

For once in your life, admit that you're wrong. But, no…

the whole world is wrong, but not you.

I'll get going. See you later.

You're also leaving?

[sighs wearily]

[bike approaching]

-Parjai's made lovely kheer, want some? -I've had ice cream, no thanks, paaji.

[Jung] I heard that girl works at a parlor.

Some beauty parlor?

Be careful, bhai, times are not good.

You do know how many hardships we've faced, right?

I spent all my life in the fields.

I did everything for you.

I remember when your posting was due,

the MLA demanded five lakh overnight from us.

Somehow I managed to arrange for the funds.

After all, it was for your future.

God forbid, if some outsider comes and spoils our settled life.

Do think about it.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[Sodhi] Sat sri akal, Singh saab.

Where have I screwed up now?

I called to share some love, Sodhi.

[knocking at door]

Yes, Amarpal.

I have the greatest respect for you, Veer ji.

You've done such a lot for me.

But now that you brought up this talk of the five lakhs

that you gave to the MLA…

Actually, this land belongs to our father.

And its market value is 30 lakh rupees now.

-And I have a share. -I--

No, no, I don't want it. I don't want no share, no land, nothing.

I just want to get married, Veer ji.

Start my own family…

along with Silky.

That's it.

What have I not done for you, you swine?

Parjai, you did what you did for the land. Not for me.

I've given you the land now…

what more do you want from me?

[Rajji sniffles]

[TV anchor] New evidence has emerged

in the murder investigation of NRI Paul Dhillon. That's right.

These are Paul Dhillon's forensics and post-mortem reports

that you can see right on your screens.

[intro music playing on TV]

For more information on the matter,

let's go to our crime reporter Harmandeep Sodhi.

Right. Well, the very important point is that Kulli…

whom the police have named as the killer, is actually right-handed,

whereas the post-mortem and forensics infer

that the murderer is left-handed.

And this evidence has complicated the matter even further.

[anchor] Noted about that.

But you also mentioned about the Liam Murphy missing case

and that the police still don't have any witness or evidence regarding the case…

[truck honking]

6272 has joined the queue.

Okay, all right.

-6272's here. -Go, go, go.

-[constable] Come on, let's get him. -Quick, come on.

-This way, this way. -The fucker ran away?

-Look on the other side. -Look everywhere.

Behenchod!

[traffic sounds]

[intriguing music playing]