[bus honking]
Will it be snowing in Shimla now?
Yes, puttar, sure. That's why we're going.
And the snowman?
Oh, sure, puttar.
Unless the snowman is also gone on a family vacation.
But, Papa, you had promised me you will show me a snowman.
Yes, I had, puttar.
And you also promised me that Mummy and you would never fight anymore.
Mummy will come with us to Shimla, right?
She will, puttar.
And if she doesn't come with us, then…
-we'll just kidnap her, huh? -[chuckles]
Okay?
-[bangs] -[brakes screech]
[water splashing]
Nimrat. Nimrat?
Stop, sweetheart.
Nimrat?
[shouts] Nimrat!
Nimrat?
Stop, beta. Nimrat!
[voice echoing] Nimrat?
Uh, Nimrat? Don't run!
Please stop!
Nimrat?
[shouts] Nimrat!
[panting]
[door creaks open]
[Nimrat laughing]
[giggling]
[breathing heavily]
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
Puttar.
[screams] Taran!
[constable] Sir, we got a call on the PCR.
When we got here, we found out it was Balbir sir's vehicle.
And his phone is also switched off.
[indistinct chatter]
[photographer] Say cheese!
[all] Cheese!
Oye! [grunts]
-Where's Balbir sir? -Who? What is this nonsense?
You know what I'm talking about. Behenchod, you really fucked up this time.
Tell me where Balbir sir is,
or else you and your showroom will burn to bloody ashes.
I don't know anything, really. [grunts]
Bloody hell, you like hiring people to cause accidents, huh?
But remember one thing, if anything happens to Balbir sir,
then next time it'll be your body in the canal.
[gasps]
-These policemen think they can… -He made a dent in my new car.
[sales girl] Sir, the sale is complete, the car is yours now.
-What? -[all clapping]
[party popper bursts]
Sir, as per the CCTV footage,
-Balbir sir's vehicle left at 11.30… -Mm.
After that, there's only villages along that main road.
After that, sir, there's not a single CCTV.
We tried very hard to search, sir, but, sir, we'll keep searching.
Here, sir. And please check.
[phone ringing]
Yeah, talk.
If you dare to enter my property one more time,
I'll make sure--
Listen, if something happens to Balbir paaji,
then to hell with this job, I'll turn to farming.
But I'm coming after you.
No, no, no, no. Now, you listen to me.
Each man has his own way of working,
and it's not my style to bump off policemen.
Such low-down stuff is done by others.
Like those real-estate wallas. You get what I'm saying?
[banging on door]
[Amarjit] Hey, hold on, man.
-[banging loudly] -You want to break the door?
-[banging] -Who is it?
[grunts and groans]
[Amarjit groans]
Sirji, what have I done, sirji? [grunts]
Shamsher Gill. Need I say anymore?
[Amarjit grunts and gasps]
Sir?
Inspector saab, at Gill saab's company I…
I'm just a small employee, saab.
[groans]
I know, that's why.
I'm a recovery agent, sir. [gasps]
When folks don't pay their EMIs, I track those folks,
and those who default, I get their flats vacated, sir.
Behenchod, you look like the biggest defaulter, gandu.
[Amarjit groans]
Don't judge by my appearance, sir. [coughs]
[gasping] I was a kabaddi player. I have played nationals,
before a neck injury spoiled everything for me.
[grunts]
[crying]
[panting] You see, sir,
not every sportsman is a gangster, sir. You can check my salary slip.
They cut TDS and--
Gill must have also had some without salary slips.
-[cries] -Who's the most special one?
There are many, sirji. Very, very dangerous.
Who amongst them would kidnap a police guy?
[panting]
[groans and grunts]
[gasping]
[Garundi] Tell me!
Randeep Bawana, sirji.
[Amarjit groaning]
Yeah, Randeep Bawana.
High court shootout guy. Yes. Need his live location.
He must have multiple numbers. Look for the one that's active in Punjab.
Sorry, bro, right now it's very difficult. There's a long list of pending requests.
Why don't you find an official request mentioning all the details?
I'm sure you know how the system works.
If I don't get Randeep's location in the next five minutes,
I'll take your entire list and the whole system
and shove all of it up your ass.
I'm waiting, bro.
[bike approaching]
[cows mooing]
[Garundi] Yeah, where are you?
[constable] Sir, it's a new driver, he took a wrong turn.
-How much more time? -It says an hour more, sir.
Behenchodo, it's not my wedding for you to be late.
Right away, sir, right away.
[cow bell dinging in distance]
[door opens]
[door opens and closes]
[vessels clattering]
[scuffling and grunting]
[grunting and groaning]
-[scuffling] -[vessels clattering]
[Randeep] Hey, Satpal!
What happened?
[intense music playing]
[gunshot]
[gunshots firing]
[gunshots]
[Shamsher] Call up the SSP.
[gunshots firing in the house]
[Sikka] Hello, Gill saab, how can I help?
[gunshots]
[screaming] Aah, behenchod!
[screams]
[water running]
[screams]
[gunshot]
[panting]
[sighs]
[cows mooing]
-Fucker… -Oye…
Take it easy. What are you doing?
-Paaji… -Relax, it's okay.
[cell phone ringing]
Sikka.
-Sir. -Is Balbir okay?
Yes, sir.
-And Bawana? -He's dead.
-And his men too. -[Sikka] Good.
So you take Balbir and get going.
And also be careful that…
Shamsher Gill's name should not be leaked at any cost.
You got it?
Sir, why…
Paaji…
One sec, just wait. I need to talk, wait.
You shouldn't have raised your hand on my grandson.
The reason I beat up your grandson…
is because I love my daughter.
And you also did what you did because… you love your grandson.
So, now, we're both even.
This thing called love is a bitch, Balbir Singh.
A real bitch.
And can happen to anyone.
Like it happened to my grandson…
and your daughter.
What can we do? Huh?
-Sir, I just got the call, we need to go. -Hmm.
[car engine starts]
[indistinct chatter]
You guys go to the kitchen,
you guys go upstairs.
Paaji, I think that day at the engagement, Rajji set off the cylinder.
This thing called love is a bitch, Garundi.
Big bitch.
Dhillon farmhouse now.
Now?
[car approaching]
Sir, someone to see you.
[Balbir sighs]
What happened to you?
That's not important.
I'm here to talk about the case.
So…
do you know who killed our sons?
Accident.
Hit and run.
Okay, but…
someone must have ordered the hit-and-run?
It was a simple accident.
Hit-and-run case, that's it.
The forensics report is also here.
What does it say?
[sighs]
Paul's saliva was on Liam's…
penis.
What?
Paul's saliva was found on Liam's penis.
What rubbish are you talking?
How dare you walk into my house and accuse my dead son of being a faggot.
Is this some kind of joke, behenchod?
Is this how you investigate?
Listen, whatever facts the investigation revealed,
I'm sharing with you.
Then tell me…
tell me who killed my son Paul.
We don't know that yet.
Wow.
You don't even know that…
since the Punjab police is unable to solve the case,
they place false accusations on the dead.
I can get you kicked out of your job, Balbir Singh.
This isn't about you, Steve, so just back off.
You wanna know who killed our sons?
You did.
What?
Look, I know you're grieving, Clara…
but just shut up, please.
They're dead, Steve. Both our sons are dead.
And you know why?
Because they loved each other.
You are talking about my son!
My son!
He was no fag.
Jassi, what is she saying?
-Talk some sense into her! -He wasn't just your son, Steve.
He had his own identity.
And he had a right to pursue his own happiness, they both did.
But to you…
he was always just Steve Dhillon's son.
No wonder he never came to you, Steve.
How can Steve Dhillon's son be gay?
You knew…
You fucking knew and you did nothing?
There was nothing to do, Steve.
All we could do was just bless them.
Wish for them to be happy.
[screams] Paul was happy! He was happy to--
They were both happy when they were together. Happy.
[sniffles]
How are you so blind?
[Clara sobs]
Then why did he agree to the wedding?
Tell me, why did he say yes to the wedding?
What other choice did he have?
Who can say no…
to the great Steve Dhillon?
[Jassi sniffles]
[melancholic music playing]
[dogs barking in distance]
[Jassi sighs]
How long had you known?
[sighs]
I wish you had told me…
I wanted to.
Paul made me promise.
[Jassi sighs]
I failed him.
I failed my son.
Well, we both did.
Did Nimrat call you?
No, but Raman called.
He said they've shifted Nimrat to the general ward.
She'll be discharged soon.
When Steve took you to the side earlier, what did he say?
[winces]
They had a request…
that we don't make the news public.
[glass clinking]
Funny how we don't fucking understand our own families our whole lives.
Sir. Sir, the court has sent Saakar's bail papers.
[keys jingling]
Come on, let's go, yankee. Your time's up.
Oye, your papers have come, you're free to go.
[crying loudly]
[Saakar sobbing loudly]
[gasps]
[crying uncontrollably]
Sorry, yaar.
[sniffles]
[Saakar sniffles]
[continues crying]
[Balbir] Okay.
-[Raman] Sit down. -[Nimrat] I'm feeling slightly cold.
-[Raman] Do you need a sweater? -[Nimrat] Yeah.
[Raman] Wanna sit?
We finished packing everything. Shall we?
Raman…
you take Golu and leave.
I'll get Nimrat later.
What happened, Daddy?
Nothing, puttar.
You carry on, I'll come.
Sat sri akal, ji.
Your grandfather said that you really love my daughter.
Yes.
This better not be a lie, puttar.
-Hi. -[Veera] Hi.
[Saakar] Thanks for coming to meet me.
You doing okay?
Veera…
do you think we can give it one more chance, please?
Whenever you're ready… emotionally.
We can try and convince our folks.
Saakar…
actually I had lied to you.
It wasn't because of my family that we broke up.
That decision was entirely my own for the sake of my future.
But… but you love me, right?
And we can have a future in India, too.
I don't know, yaar.
[Saakar sighs]
[Veera] Look…
I don't want to start that all over again.
We're done, Saakar.
It's time to grow up.
I…
I love you, Veera.
I love you too, Saakar.
But I am getting married next week.
The guy is from Canada.
And there'll be no problem this time.
Look after yourself.
Please…
[Saakar breathing heavily]
[crying softly]
Madam, sign.
Madam?
Clara.
Please come.
Sat sri akal, madam.
God bless.
There's something you should know, officer.
He tried to call me when I was on the flight over.
It went to my voicemail.
What voicemail, madam?
[slow instrumental music playing]
[Johal] We found a cut on the victim's left arm.
This wound is a few hours older.
But with the same weapon.
A sharp blade or knife.
[indistinct conversation]
-[speaking indistinctly] -What the fuck?
Fuck!
[glass shatters]
[Paul] Fuck, Liam! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Liam, chill out!
[Liam] Jerk, what the fuck…
Leave it!
[knife slits]
[glass shattering]
[scuffling]
[Saakar shouts]
[scuffling]
[indistinct shouting]
-Sir, are you okay? -Fine.
[intense music playing]
[Satnam] And Saakar, did Paul know about you and him?
[Veera] Yes, he knew. I told him myself.
So that's my truth, Paul.
But that's my past.
I wanted to tell you everything before we started a new life together.
[exhales]
Is there anything you want to tell me?
[Paul sighs]
Sorry. [clears throat]
[Paul sighs]
[unbuckling belt]
[Veera kissing]
[breathing heavily]
[phone ringing]
-Hey, Liam. -[Liam] Paul.
Where are you?
I just dropped Veera off.
[Liam] Did you speak to Veera?
[voice shaking] So what are you saying?
[sighs] I can't, Liam.
I can't do this to her.
I can't lie to her for the rest of our lives.
You talked to her about us?
Did you talk about me?
[sighs] Look…
she's gonna leave her life…
she's gonna leave her family to come with me.
-It's not right, it's not fair. -What about…
me?
What about me?
I'll always love you.
Okay?
[breathing heavily]
[whispers] I'll always love you.
[breathing heavily and kissing loudly]
[breathing heavily]
[unzipping]
Liam. Liam.
I will always love you, okay?
You know that, all right? Nothing's ever gonna change that, okay?
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
-Liam… -You just did.
You just did change it!
[Paul] Liam?
Liam, Liam, look, I tried.
Okay, I fucking tried everything. Liam, I tried, okay?
[shouts] I fucking tried. Liam!
Okay?
-I tried. -[Liam grunts]
Okay…
Liam! Just listen to me.
-Okay? Just listen to me. -[Liam grunts]
[Paul] I tried…
Liam…
[Paul gasping]
[Liam breathing heavily]
[phone ringing]
[Clara on voicemail] Hi, this is Clara.
I'm not able to answer the phone right now.
Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.
-[beeps] -[Liam crying] Mum…
[crying] I've lost him.
I love him… [crying]
I can't lose him.
I can't live without him.
[crying] I fucked up, Mum!
I fucked up!
[crying] I don't know what happened.
This is not how it was supposed to end.
Oh, my God, what did I do?
[crying] I love him, I can't live without him.
[truck honking in distance]
[honking loudly]
-[tires screeching] -[bangs]
[body thuds]
[Punjabi song playing]
♪ Leaving with some memories ♪
♪ Leaving in memory of something ♪
♪ Leaving after reminding something ♪
♪ Going to be reminding something ♪
♪ Going to erase a memory ♪
♪ Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you ♪
♪ Only because of you ♪
♪ Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you ♪
♪ Only because of you ♪
♪ You used to torment me Continue to torment me ♪
♪ Will torment me Want to torment me ♪
♪ I will bear your havoc Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you Only because of you ♪
♪ Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you Only because of you ♪
♪ I endured your acts ♪
♪ Endure, will continue to endure And will ask many to endure ♪
♪ And compelled to endure Just because of you ♪
[wheezing]
[sobbing]
♪ Because of you Only because of you ♪
♪ Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you Only because of you ♪
[gate creaks open]
♪ I told, tell Will continue to tell people about you ♪
♪ "Nav Sandhu" would like to tell ♪
♪ A commoner became famous Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you Only because of you ♪
♪ Just because of you ♪
♪ Because of you Only because of you ♪
[song ends]