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.
You got to join us for one. For one at least.
I'll join you in a moment. You carry on.
Uncle, tell him!
What happened?
To join us for a drink.
-He doesn't like to drink. Let him be. -What do you mean?
And then we met these Danish students.
Happy, do you like North Goa or South Goa?
I've never been to Goa.
-What? -Oh, you have to go to Goa.
He gets lost even if he goes to Sector 17, Chandigarh to shop.
Uncle, please.
He's a different story.
So what are you guys going to do now?
After you go back. Both of you.
So I am finishing college, and then law school.
That's good.
Can you believe this guy?
He knew he was going to law school since he was ten.
Yeah, I mean…
Paul has always been the star of the family.
I've still got to figure it out.
Maybe take a year off.
-Take a year off? -Yeah.
Do nothing?
Not to do nothing, but to find yourself.
-Is it allowed? -Yeah, he'll figure out what he wants.
Find yourself.
Happy, what are your plans?
I want to become a race car driver.
His plan is to get me a drink at this moment.
Make it strong.
So he wants to be a race car driver?
No, nothing like that.
Where can you race here?
On the streets.
In Punjab, everybody is a race car driver after twelve o'clock and two drinks.
Everybody races around.
And especially if you have cops. With the police…
-Seriously speaking? -I'm serious.
We're gonna put him in some business course.
And then after that he'll join the family business.
But he should figure out what he wants to do in life.
I've already figured it out for him.
Happy, even if you want to do a BBA, you should come to London.
You know, Kensington's pretty good and it's really easy to get into.
Maybe someday.
Paul.
Don't put ideas in his head.
He should explore and see the world.
He is not as smart as you.
Trust me,
with him, you have to keep it simple.
-Sir, it's imported. -Oh, imported, is it?
Sir.
Sir, what are you doing? This is a limited edition.
Fuck!
Fuckity fuckity fuck!
We're looking for the blade you use to slit throats.
Sir.
What the hell?
It's not mine. Did you plant it?
You moron. You're being charged with murder.
We don't need to frame you for a possession charge.
-So you've never met Paul, right? -No.
Then, motherfucker,
is this your twin in this CCTV footage from Chaska Bar?
Sir, I…
I just went there to talk to him.
The fucker was going for an arranged marriage.
He could've married anyone.
Veera is my life.
What did you say?
You told me you were over her.
-You bastard. -Hold on, sweetheart.
I'm not done here yet.
You asshole.
So when Paul didn't agree,
you pulled the blade on him.
His friend, the whitey, attacked me with a bottle first.
Or did you miss that part in the footage? Look, what he's done!
I've got eyewitnesses saying you threatened to kill Paul.
I might have, but I didn't kill him.
The blade you slashed his arm with
-also slit his throat. -No, sir.
Don't you fucking lie!
Your cellphone places you at the crime scene at the time.
I told you my phone was stolen.
Shut the fuck up.
Everyone says that.
Why are we taking this route?
We'll save on the toll,
so I can buy you one of those juicy burgers.
And then we'll get high together.
Is something wrong?
I think we've got a flat tire.
It seemed all right a minute back.
It's not an aeroplane that won't get a flat tire.
Go, check it. Go, son.
Sir, it looks all right to me.
Motherfucker!
Wait! Stop, you motherfucker!
Kulli!
You all right, fucker?
Just tell us and this will be over.
Fine.
Then listen, you motherfucker!
That liquor shop guy from Hangera?
He gave my number to those boys from London.
They looked loaded.
I tried selling some powder to them.
But then, they wanted cocaine,
and I only had local heroin.
I asked them to try it, but they just wouldn't listen.
Come, Liam. Let's go. Fuck it.
Fucking city slickers.
They pushed me hard, and took off in their car.
Now that wasn't cool, was it?
Of course, I was pissed.
I followed them.
They needed to pay me for wasting my time.
But the motherfucking scooter broke down mid chase.
But I just kept at it somehow.
I finally spotted their car in the fields,
but no one was in it.
I looked for them.
And then I saw him.
He was lying there, dead.
His throat was slit open.
I noticed his expensive smartwatch and finger ring.
No one was around.
I decided to steal it.
But then he stirred and grabbed my hand.
Let go of me, fucker!
Who did?
Him.
The dead body.
The fucker was still alive, still breathing.
He held on to my arm tight and just wouldn't let go.
I panicked and grabbed whatever I could find and hit him with it.
Over and over and over again until he was dead.
And then?
Then I swiped the watch and finger ring and just disappeared from there.
So you're saying you just smashed his head,
it was someone else who slit his throat.
You think I'm stupid?
Sir, I've said all I can.
I didn't slit his throat.
If you want to believe me, great.
Or else,
you can just go fuck yourself.
You're late, Mr. Happy.
I thought I'd have to file a missing person's report.
That reminds me, a white boy is missing too.
Stay in touch. Feels nice.
For that, you'll have to be alive, motherfucker.
Stay still, Mr. Happy,
or I will slice you into ribbons.
No.
Please, don't.
What do you say?
Should I just shoot you?
Trying to teach your daddy how to fuck, eh?
Now you'll pay me twenty lakhs more. For the missing whitey.
Whitey died! Whitey died!
But the blood is still there.
Someone clean it please or he'll kill me.
Whitey died. Someone clean the blood.
The police have made a breakthrough in the Paul Dhillon murder case
with the arrest of a young man named Saakar Khurana.
Allegedly, he was having an affair
-with Paul's fiancé. -Volume a bit down, Ms. Satnam.
Yes, Raman dear?
Greetings, Daddy.
I had come to see Golu at his school,
since it's his birthday week.
His teacher told me he hasn't been doing well.
What the fuck is going on in there?
The artist is refusing to eat.
He wants his phone to order takeout.
Where's Garundi?
He's in there.
Feeding him with his own hands.
Sorry, what were you saying?
The teacher mentioned he went and hid on the school terrace.
You should've told me.
I'm his father.
I had asked Nimrat to tell you.
Right.
Nimrat has no time for me, Daddy.
She's found her college flame again, that Karan Gill.
Son, it's nothing like that.
It's not hearsay.
I saw them.
Come home tomorrow evening for Golu's birthday party.
We'll chat.
Tell me, what do you want to eat?
Pizza?
Tandoori chicken?
The only thing you are getting is an ass kicking.
Sir, food is a human right!
Human right?
What about the human rights of the man you murdered?
Speak up.
-Speak up. -Sir.
Where's your murder weapon?
Tell me. Where is it?
I have told you everything.
You just wouldn't believe me.
Your own father doesn't believe you, you fucker.
We called him to let him know you're here.
Want to know what he said?
He said, "Do whatever you want with him. "
"Just don't call me again. I have nothing to do with him. "
The fucker wants us to believe him.
Excuse me, sir.
There's a cop at the front desk.
He insists on talking to you.
What can I offer you, sir?
Nothing.
So, how can I help you?
Forget my daughter.
It was over between us,
right after college.
And then suddenly she messaged me on Instagram,
told me how unhappy she is
and how much she misses me.
And then we started talking again.
Look, son.
I came to speak to you as Nimrat's father.
I can come back again as a cop,
might not be pleasant.
Nimrat's father is always welcome.
But the cop will have a tough time getting my appointment.
Happy, open the door. Eat something.
Happy.
Happy, open the door. Eat something.
Happy!
What's the matter?
I don't know what's wrong. He just won't come out.
Let me try.
Happy, open the door.
Happy.
What happened, son?
Go, get his food.
Look at me.
Tell me exactly what happened.
Who did this?
Tell me.
Come here.
He's been ranting about some dead white boy.
He kept saying
"There are blood stains on the truck, someone clean them. "
I asked, "What truck?"
Then he got scared and said,
"He'll kill me too. "
Tell me, whose blood is it?
Whitey's.
No one will know what happened to him.
Is this him?
Yes, that's him.
Keep him away from me, please.
Please save me.
Beware of Shinda! He's an asshole.
I just want to see my momma.
Shinda is the devil. Please save me from him.
Take me to my momma in the village.
She's been called in for questioning.
Veera.
Aren't you ashamed of what you did?
Have you spoken to Saakar recently?
Do you know that he too is in here right now?
Sign here.
Hello.
Yes, sir.
She's here.
Just now.
Okay.
Who said you could move?
Whose plan was it?
What plan?
The plan to kill Paul.
Why would I kill the man I was marrying the very next day?
You sure you wanted to marry him?
Of course.
And what about Saakar?
Did Paul know about him?
Everything. I told him everything.
I wanted to start a new life with Paul.
When did you last meet Saakar?
Speak up.
The same night.
The night of the murder?
Why was that?
To plan the murder?
To see him, one last time.
I reached his studio at 6:00 p. m.
and left by 8:00.
I haven't seen him since.
Then what was Saakar doing there when you were fucking Paul?
Saakar's phone was triangulated to the spot
where you and Paul were at it in his car.
Don't play the innocent lamb now.
Tell me what you two did with him.
-Nothing. Haven't done anything. -Speak up.
Speak up.
I haven't done anything.
Speak up.
Tell me.
Speak up.
Will you speak up?
Hello.
Sir, this is Veera's mother.
Satwinder sir has created a ruckus at our house.
Satwinder?
Ms. Satnam?
Yes, sir.
Please, brother.
Listen to me.
Brother, I have a reputation to protect.
I'm begging you, please.
I'm begging you, brother.
Please don't do this.
You knew your slut daughter was sleeping around, didn't you?
Just how many was she fucking? One? Two?
Three? More?
I beg you to calm down.
Please, stop.
Please don't say that.
What's our fault?
No!
Oh, God!
Why're you doing all this?
Scumbags!
I'll say this once.
I let you off the hook because you were mourning.
You get in the way of my investigation one more time,
I'll throw you in jail.
On what charge?
One, for assaulting a journalist with an iron rod.
Secondly…
for bribing a police officer
to leak information about an ongoing investigation.
And tell you what?
I'll send Ms. Satnam herself to make the arrest.
Ms. Satnam, use your new iPhone with care.
Don't make me check your call records.
It might become problematic.
Grandpa, there's a driver called Shinda who works here. Where's he?
We have a few Shinda's working here.
Which one are you looking for?
His helper's name is Toti.
Ah! Toti… 6272.
The Shinda you're talking about
is from my neighboring village.
Where is he now?
He left for Bikaner this morning.
He had a new helper today.
Toti is not well, it seems.
When is he back?
He'll be here tomorrow.
Fill it up quickly.
Have some more.
Please, Ms. Indira, I'm already stuffed.
You can drink if you wish to.
No, it's okay.
It feels a little strange to drink alone.
I thought you were used to drinking alone.
I am, but…
I'm here with you today.
Is that why you never come in?
Just so you can drink in peace?
I'm a cop, Ms. Indira.
If I start showing up every day,
I'll end up drinking here as well.
Just Indira. You need to drop the "Ms. "
I thought about it but…
I wasn't sure if it was appropriate.
If you want to be happy, you've got to do what your heart says.
That's what I'm trying too.
Nopi?
Are you here?
Forgive me, Ms. Indira.
What're you doing here?
Like an honest journalist, sniffing for a story, sir.
Here?
Sir, I can't get you at the station any more.
And then I heard you've been frequenting these parts…
Don't pry into my personal life, Sodhi. It'll only end badly.
Your personal life has always been so colorful, sir.
First, the case involving your wife,
and now your informant's widow.
What did you just say?
A cop and a journalist's relationship is like a marriage.
You give love, you get love.
Yes, sir.
I pine for your love, sir.
Tell me the colors in this.
I'll be right back.
I spotted you before you spotted me.
Is that right?
Yes.
Choco lava, your favorite.
You are my favorite.
Really?
Should we eat?
I have got to run to close the system. Otherwise, Neetu ma'am will be very upset.
All right, run to your Mrs. Neetu.
I'm just the delivery boy anyway.
Come on. You offered to bring the ice cream.
It was an excuse to see you.
We'll meet Saturday, if my bookings aren't too crazy.
-Bookings? -Yes.
If only I had known a manicurist 's schedule is busier
than a cop on a murder investigation.
Come on!
I hope your "bookings" won't be ruining our honeymoon plans.
Where'll you take me?
Shimla?
Machu Pucchu.
See you.
-Attach these papers with the report. -Yes, sir.
Victory to India.
What is it that I'm missing, Balbir?
I read the case file.
If that junkie already confessed to the crime,
why arrest the fiancée and her boyfriend?
Do you want to get it over with or not?
Sir…
There's more than one person involved.
The junkie has confessed to smashing Paul's head…
But not to slitting his throat.
A man who can smash someone's head
is perfectly capable of slitting a throat as well, right?
Sure.
But the junkie is right-handed
and the forensics report says the person who cut the victim's throat
is left-handed.
Forensics, Balbir, is not an accurate science.
The junkie was probably too high to know which hand he was using.
And why does it matter?
Work on the junkie some more.
I bet he'll confess.
We need to rid Punjab of these drug addicts.
Yes, sir.
I can't wait to tell the media
how my SI Balbir Singh solved the case in just two weeks.
Come on. Get cracking.
Sir.
Let's begin.
Okay. Please sit down.
The investigation by the Narcotics Cell on a case
that started six months ago
has taken a big leap today.
You know what the real tragedy of Punjab is?
Our inability to confront the truth.
We don't want to solve cases.
We just want to close them.
"Balbir Singh…
They are respectable folks, stop grilling them. "
"Stick it on the damn junkie!"
"We want results here,
not the truth. "
We want laurels, but we don't want to earn them.
Results, my ass!
Screw it, sir.
It's the same fucking story every time.
I'm just tired of my failures, Garundi.
Be it at work,
or at home.
When I die--
Drop it, sir.
No, man.
When I die
and they take my body to burn it to ashes,
all they'll say is,
"There goes Balbir Singh,
he couldn't get even one thing right. "
Who is it?
Hello.
What?
I'm coming.
Where to?
Coming right away.
Where do you have to go?
Damn!
Garundi.
I forgot Golu's birthday cake.
Before you know it, I'll be forgotten too.
-Wake up, son. Let's cut the cake. -Let it be, Daddy.
The party is long over.
Maybe next year.
The cake guy screwed up, you know.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Admit a mistake for once.
It's never your fault, is it? Always someone else's.
I'll get going.
You are leaving too?
Your sister-in-law made dessert.
I've already had ice cream.
I heard the girl you're marrying is a beautician.
Careful, bro, women today are not as domestically inclined.
We've seen our ups and downs.
I have spent my entire life in these fields.
I worked the fields so you wouldn't have to.
I still remember when we had to arrange five lakhs for the councilman
so you would get this job.
I arranged it somehow. I had to.
It was make or break for your career after all.
We need to be careful about an outsider breaking us apart.
Think about it.
Greetings, Singh sir.
Did I fuck up again?
Thought I'd share some love, Sodhi.
Yes, tell me, brother.
I respect you a lot, brother.
You've done a lot for me.
But you shouldn't have brought up those five lakhs.
This land belonged to our father.
The going rate for it is thirty lakhs.
And I have an equal share.
No, I don't want it.
I just want to marry,
start my own family.
With Silky.
That's all.
What have I not done for you?
Whatever you did, it was for the land.
It's yours now.
What more do you want?
New evidence has emerged in the murder investigation of NRI Paul Dhillon.
What you're seeing on your screens is the victim's post-mortem report.
To shed more light on it
we have with us our investigative journalist Harmandeep Sodhi.
The junkie who's in custody is right-handed.
But the forensics report
says the person who cut the victim's throat is left-handed.
This case might not be over just yet.
You also mentioned the Punjab Police have yet to come up
with any solid leads on Liam Murphy's disappearance.
"6272" just joined the queue.
Okay, we're coming.
6272 is here.
Move, move.
He's gone.
Go, check there. Go there.