Why can't he come to the phone?
I am-- Clara?
Please call him to the phone, Clara.
I'm coming. I'm coming right now.
Fuck!
He's still not picking up.
That's it. I'm going over.
Let's wait. He'll be back later.
He is coming home right fucking now.
-Steve, he's already scared. -Where the hell is he?
Paul!
-He's just a kid. -I want him here right now.
Teenage years are hard for everyone.
If you don't come out now, you'll regret it.
Paul's just trying to fit in. He's just trying to…
Paul! I'm not leaving without you in the car.
I want you here right bloody now!
-Steve… -Paul!
Steve.
Your hair! You cut your hair?
How the hell could you?
Steve!
No, get off me.
Stop. Get off me.
Leave him alone. You can't, Steve!
-Stop it! -Stay out of this.
This is my house! I won't have it in my house!
-Mom, please. -No.
You cut your hair?
Steve, please!
Please.
Steve, please.
Steve!
For God's sake, Steve!
I am warning you, I'm going to call the police.
He's my son!
I don't care. I'm gonna call the police.
Steve.
Steve, please!
Please.
That's it.
I'm calling the police, Steve.
Clara, please.
Don't do this.
It's a family matter.
Please.
Jassi…
Don't.
He made a mistake.
He's still our son!
Son?
Look at him!
Our race is of warriors.
Forget being a warrior,
he's not even a man now.
Here, dress up right.
Since you are a lady now.
Come, let me drop you home.
Happy.
-Take his car. -It's all right.
I'll manage.
Brother, just come with me.
You know Jassi's condition.
It's better if you don't come home at this moment.
Do you also think that I have something to do with all this?
Let's go.
I'm sorry.
We should've 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.
Hello?
Yes, Roop.
Will call you back.
Hey.
It's ceramic, motherfucker!
Anything breaks, I will break your bones.
Pick it up.
Get my phone's charger.
Use more strength.
Be careful.
How's it going?
Hey, how are you?
All good.
Pick it up.
-Whose goods are these? -They're imported.
-Call for some tea, man. -What?
What the fuck are you doing?
Blood! I'm cleaning the blood! We must get rid of it!
Are you crazy?
You're going to get us both in trouble.
Go.
Get in the truck.
Sir, Saakar's comment.
"This ain't no engagement, this is a disaster.
Your heart's black, baby, covered under white plaster.
But karma is a bitch, baby, so wait my turn to fuck you over. "
Go back to the start.
Sure.
-"This ain't no engagement, this is--" -Ms. Satnam! The photos, not the rap.
Wait, wait.
This…
This watch, it's in every photo.
Smartwatch, sir. The base model costs 40,000.
I want one too.
He wore this watch even on the day of his engagement.
-Was it there at the crime scene? -No, sir.
I checked all the evidence myself.
There was no watch.
Did he take it…
What's his name again, the kabaddi guy?
Didn't come across as the stealing kind.
Which means there was someone else too at the crime scene.
What about that local bar in Hangera?
That's my next stop.
No, sir, doesn't look familiar. Who's he?
-No? -No, sir.
Fucker, didn't you sell them beers on the night of the murder?
How many white dudes have you seen before?
Okay, okay. I remember now.
Sir, he came along with his friend.
They gave me a £50 note, with Queen Elizabeth's photo on it.
You mean Victoria.
Yes, sir, exactly.
They bought four beers and left.
Go on.
That's all, sir.
Sir…
They were also looking for cocaine.
I told them to fuck off.
But they kept pushing for it.
Then I thought it's my duty to keep the customer happy.
Sir.
What solution did you give them?
I gave them Kulli's number.
And who's this Kulli?
A junkie. He had left his number with me,
in case someone was looking to party.
Find this Kulli.
Maybe he is a witness.
Hurry up.
Sir.
I got the injections
but the red capsules were out of stock.
Okay.
How much was it?
Forget about it, sir.
How is she?
Needs dialysis twice a week now.
We're looking at a transplant soon.
Screw it.
What's the update on the case?
SSP Sikka is riding my ass about it.
Sir, Paul's watch was stolen after the murder.
Whoever stole it is definitely a witness, if not the killer.
We've put out a search alert.
And that guy Manna, Paul's uncle?
Dodgy as fuck.
Got an ongoing land dispute with his brother, Steve.
They are influential people.
Tread carefully.
You know my situation.
Hello, ma'am.
I thought that was you.
Hello, Mr. Balbir. I had come to see the doctor.
All okay, I hope?
Oh, yes, just a regular visit to the gynecologist.
Where are you headed?
Aren't you on duty hours? I'll just take the bus.
Public service is police duty, you know.
Please come.
You're helping a lot already.
Please get in.
I don't want people to assume I'm harassing you.
Before you know it, a video will go viral.
Please.
Who do you have in your family?
No one per se.
My daughter and grandson are visiting.
Been a while since the wife passed away.
Thank you.
It's not just the tea. I cook some pretty good snacks as well.
Well, duty hours, you know.
Dinner then? When you're off duty.
Sure.
Okay.
Sir, files.
Doc, it'll take me ages to read this tome.
Why don't you just sum it up for us?
His throat was slit.
And that led to blood loss.
But that's not the cause of death.
It's the blunt trauma to the head.
He was hit several times on the head with brutal force.
And here's an interesting fact.
Even without the hits on the head,
the blood loss would've killed him in ten minutes anyway.
Any thoughts on the weapon?
With a very hard object.
Not sharp. Something like a stone.
We combed the crime scene.
There was no stone found with the victim's blood on it.
You didn't find the weapon used to slit the throat either.
So, about the stone.
This one deserves to be smashed with a stone.
Who is it?
Our fearless journalist, Sodhi.
Now they've got on to my personal phone as well.
If it was any other doctor,
the post mortem report would've been all over WhatsApp by now.
Like that crime scene video.
Another fun fact.
There's a cut on the victim's left arm.
But there was no cut on his jacket.
Exactly. This happened a few hours before the murder,
but with the same weapon.
A blade or a knife.
Anything else?
Fellatio was performed on the victim, an hour or two prior to his death.
What? Fellatio?
Oral sex.
Someone else's DNA was on the victim's penis.
Sir, I'll take my lunch break?
But it's only half past eleven.
Wait a bit, we'll eat together.
Actually, I skipped breakfast…
Fellatio. Okay.
Sir! So, the cut on Paul's left arm,
is from a few hours before his murder.
Right.
So after that, Paul had oral sex,
and then his throat was slit with the same blade.
And then,
his head was smashed.
Lastly, his watch was stolen.
All this could be the doing of one person or different individuals.
Or maybe a team?
Boyfriend-girlfriend?
I'll take another roti.
Sister-in-law, I'm done.
Shut up and eat.
You work too hard anyway.
-It's me who asked for the roti. -Be right there.
You can have this.
Haven't I told you this?
We're not called Happy Motors just because of the boss's name.
It's because it's the mission of this place
to make customers happy.
-What happened to Saurav Malhotra's car? -It will be delivered by the evening.
Welcome to Happy Motors, sir.
What would you like to see?
Just your boss, the guy called Happy.
Don't worry.
I'll call you back.
Motherfucker!
Let's go out.
What's wrong with here?
No, come outside.
But I like it here.
Out, now.
Why?
Am I making you nervous?
-Stop your bullshit. -I want my money.
-How dare you come here? -I want my money, now.
Want me to create a scene here?
Sorry we're late.
It's okay.
One hazelnut frappe.
Sir, I've already told you everything.
I'm sure you have.
I just had a few questions,
slightly personal in nature.
Hence the choice of venue,
away from your parents' shadows.
Heard about your college affair
with this Saakar fellow.
Why are you asking about him?
How long did it last?
Three years.
Done and dusted now? Or is it still going?
We were close, but it's all over now.
It ended when Paul came into the picture.
When did it end?
Like I said, once Paul came into the picture.
From what you told us last time,
Paul entered the picture only a couple of months back.
Correct.
And since then, it's only been Paul for me.
I'm sorry. I can't do this.
What the fuck?
Looks like the Burj Khalifa.
Yes, tell me.
Sir, we've got the details of the company that owns the bus
involved in Paul's hit-and-run.
Hey, listen.
Come here.
Where can we find the manager?
-Who? -The manager.
Okay.
Where is it?
Sir, this was the bus that got into the accident.
Accident?
It was clearly deliberate.
But the driver said it was only a minor accident.
Was anyone else with the driver?
Have you ever seen him with the driver?
-No, sir. -Where is the driver?
Must be around.
Hey, where's Pramod Kumar?
Do you have any clue what's going on?
Give us his details.
His name, address, etc.
Fuck! Catch him.
Catch the fucker!
Victory to India.
What's the status on Liam Murphy?
We've sent out the lookout notice.
And the beat cops are doing the routine checks at public places.
Balbir, routine checks won't cut it.
They're British nationals.
One's dead, the other's missing.
On it, sir.
We've found a lead on a bus driver
involved in a deliberate hit-and-run with Paul's car
a week before the murder.
Are you telling me you've abandoned the murder investigation
to follow a one-week-old hit-and-run case?
But sir,
this could be connected.
Balbir Singh, the goal is not to overcomplicate the case!
We want to solve it soon.
The last thing I want is the British Consulate or the media
turning this into an international matter.
If the Ministry of Home Affairs steps in, we're cooked.
Please get on it, quickly.
Which watch?
Send it, we're on our way.
Sir, Paul's smartwatch was switched on.
Surveillance has traced the location.
Let's go.
Girl, you were killing it at Rolly's brother's wedding,
in that purple dress.
It was mauve, actually.
But thank you.
Sir, we're cousins.
-Where did you get this watch? -It's mine!
Where did you get it?
A birthday gift from my dad.
What's Daddy's name?
Mr. Satish Ahuja.
So,
this respectable Mr. Satish Ahuja
turned out to be the motherfucking "Satta. "
Didn't you say you'd quit the drug business?
Sir, I did.
Went clean.
But the vagaries of life, you know…
-Your mother's medical bills this time? -No, not that.
Daughter's admission.
She's got into the University of Winnipeg.
Broke records with her IELTS score.
Have a look.
This came out in the local paper. See.
-Published, right? -Look at this.
"Ginny off to Winni-peg. "
Nice pun there.
Sir…
I have to arrange 25 lakhs soon. From where will I get so much of cash?
I don't have land to sell.
And what about the kids who won't make it to college
because of what you are selling to them?
-Get up. -No, sir.
Sir, please, no arrest.
My police verification needs to be clean for my daughter's visa.
How did you get this watch?
I don't know his name.
Comes every now and then.
He owed me some money.
Came five days ago, gave me the watch as payment.
Took 4 grams more.
Haven't seen him since.
Give us his number.
Never asked for it.
I keep these dealings off cellphones to stay off your radar.
-Let's go, then. -Sir, please.
He comes on a pizza delivery scooter.
What's the pizza joint called?
Don't know,
but it's a yellow scooter.
Even their T-shirts are yellow.
-Bright yellow, like a child's poop. -Come on.
I drank everything I took the coke plate blaze
The lines got burnt Mother's blood pressure went up
My Veera Like the diamond Kohinoor…
This one's pepperoni.
Saakar posted this the day of the murder.
I ran into you at the Chaska Bar
Left behind some bruises and a little scar
How about we go at each other again?
Let me show you who's the daddy again
The whiteys stole our Kohinoor once…
I ran into you at the Chaska Bar
Left behind some bruises and a little scar
How about we go at each other again?
Let me show you who's the daddy again
The whiteys stole our Kohinoor once
And now they are after my lady love
Take it easy, Ms. Satnam.
I'm not a cornered cat
I'm a wounded beast
And when we meet again I'll have a feast
Yellow fever! Over here.
We've been waiting for you.
Have a seat.
Tell us more about your pizzas.
-The location of the parlor. -Tell him.
This fellow banged the scooter once.
Didn't even deliver the order.
I gave him an earful.
Haven't seen him since.
Where does he live?
Not too far.
Hey, Sunny!
Yes, sir.
Show them Kulli's room.
Sir, it could be the same Kulli whose number
was given to Paul by the wine shop owner.
Seal the place.
Why? What happened, sir?
It's a lovely room.
-We're renting it out. -Let's go.
Move aside.
Want to wear a turban?
I'll just text you…
Can you drop Golu at school?
I have a dentist's appointment.
Want to come with your grandpa?
There you go, Golu Singh. Your school, my lordship.
Will you pick me up?
If that is his lordship's wish, then who am I to say no?
Come on.
Here we go.
-Bye. -Bye.
Your manager?
Mr. Manager.
Yes, sir.
Is he a regular?
I've never seen him.
Really? Are you sure?
Yes.
He raps about your bar and you've never seen him.
We're a popular bar.
A big following on social media.
Seen him?
-Sir… -Go, serve the gentlemen over there.
I need the CCTV footage of the last two weeks.
What happened, sir?
My TV's not working.
Need some entertainment.
Nice laugh. Now, do it.
Sir, the CCTV isn't working.
The rats chewed the wiring.
And we delete the footage every second day.
Delete?
That boy in the red jacket having a beer?
Doesn't look a day over 16.
Some of these laws can be pretty harsh, you know.
Go, put it in the flash drive.
Or the rats will be chewing your balls next.
Why so serious, sir?
It's a murder case, fuckface. They always turn me serious.
Don't you have a sealed bottle?
Not sending you any photos.
Promise, it's the dress you bought me.
Where are you taking me for lunch?
I want to eat pasta.
See you soon.
So, dressed up for a visit to the dentist?
Do you have no shame?
You're the one cheating on Raman, and then you falsely accuse him?
Get in the house.
Nimrat, go inside.
Stop controlling me.
You don't own my fucking life!
Let go of me.
Then learn to fend for yourself.
Why come back to my house?
I'm not responsible for you!
When have you ever taken responsibility for anything?
For Mom's death, or for what you've done to my life.
Don't you dare! All my life, everything I've done is for you guys.
You've done nothing for us.
All your life, you ran after this shitty job.
And what have you got to show for it?
Look at you, the mighty sub-inspector!
You took out your frustrations first on Mom, and now it's my turn.
And what on earth are you doing?
Abandoning your husband and child to go fuck your lover.
Shame on you!
Everything I know about being a partner or a parent, I've learnt from you!
Tax collections from Chaska Bar.
He'll remember not to lie to the government.
Will grab another bottle when I go pick up the footage.
All good on the home front?
What home?
It's a dog's life.
It sucked then, it sucks now.
Sir, you think it's ever a good idea to get married?
It depends.
If you like taking it up your ass,
it's an excellent idea.
Listen.
This your first big case, right?
An opportunity like this doesn't come often.
Don't blow it.
Or you shall end up like me.
Doc, burning both ends of the candle, are you?
Yeah, an emergency case.
Anyway, we ran the DNA test from the hair sample you sent.
And?
What's up?
What did he say?
It's a match.
Veera Soni's DNA is
a 100% match with the saliva found on Paul's penis.