All language subtitles for Kohrra S01E01_track3_[eng]

Kinny! What are you doing?

Come on, I'll be late to college.

Sing our song. Let's hear it.

Have you lost it?

Again?

Kinny! Where the hell do you think
you are going?

Kinny!

What the fuck are you doing?
I have to go to class soon.

Where are you going?

Kinny!

Kinny!

The fucking dog spoiled the mood.

Get lost! Fuckers.

Damn!

They fucking ruined the whole crime scene.

Bring him here.

So tell me…

Did you spot the body?

-Yes, sir.
-Sir!

Were his pants up or down?

Down.

And yours?

Sir.

-Did you check the car?
-Yes, sir.

There was a phone and a wallet
on the passenger seat.

Probably the victim's.

We found the registration document.

We called the owner.

And Forensics?

We called them too, sir.

Let's see when they show up.

Okay.

So, champ,

what were you doing here at dawn?

Running.

I am training
for a kabaddi tournament next month.

Where did you say you're from?

Nakkowal, sir.

Nakkowal.

Bravo.

That's a long way from here.

Training for the Olympics, are you?

What's your father's name?

Pichhattar Singh, sir.

Pichhattar Singh.

Stupid bitch.

Come on, spill it out now.

Who were you training with so early?

Tell us.

Let's check.

Sir, I am the one who called you.
Do I look like an addict to you?

Well, you don't look
like a kabaddi player either.

Take him away. Take this too.

Fuck.

It's already gone viral.

A dead body has been found
in a field in Jagrana.

The body is of a young man,
possibly between 26 and 30 years old.

The condition of the body
indicates a possible murder.

Stay tuned to our channel
for more updates about this case.

Here it is.

A non-resident.

The fucker had to die
in Jagrana of all places.

File these in the evidence list.

Go, now.

Yes, sir.

Must be the victim's family. Handle it.

Come on, sir! I hate this part.

Paul.

Paul.

Paul!

Paul, my son!

-Paul!
-No, sir.

Paul!

Listen to me.

Paul!

I need to see my son. Take me there.

I want to see him. Just once. Please.

Please, let me go!

I want to see my son.

Steve.

What happened to him? Steve.

I need to see my son.

-Not now.
-Please let me see him.

Just once.

-Please let me see him once.
-Not now.

Steve, I need to see my son.

What has happened to him?
I want to see him, please.

Just once.

I beg you.

-Please sit.
-Just once.

Steve, please.

Please.

Steve.

I want to see my son.

Steve.

Steve, I need to see my fucking son!

It's a case of homicide.

Forensics has taken
the body for a post mortem.

His throat has been slit.

-There's a blow to the head too.
-Steve!

No, no. Steve. Let me go!

-Sister-in-law!
-You!

-Jassi.
-Why are you here?

-What have you come for?
-Jassi.

I don't need your fake condolences.

You have killed my son.

He has killed my son.

-Jassi.
-Steve.

You have killed my son.

Calm down. Calm down.

-Steve.
-Calm down.

My son.

And whose room is this?

Liam's.

Paul's best man.

And his childhood buddy.

He is down here for the wedding.

And where is he?

No idea.

Why don't you call him?

Hello.

No one is available to take your call.

It's unreachable.

Leave him a message.

We saw a huge dent on Paul's car.

An accident, was it?

Yeah, a near miss with a bus.

Paul's used to the London traffic.

I told him to use a driver here.

But the bastard
just wouldn't listen to me.

Where did it happen, the accident?

Who's this moron?

Stop this!

Stop this!

Enough! I said stop.

Slit his throat?

I mean, really?

Veera was all set to head to the UK.

Did no one tell her?

What could have I said over phone?

She's coming.

Where is she?

The bridal package
has a total of sixteen sessions.

Today was the last one.

Veera…

My baby.

My kiddo.

Mom, what's wrong?

Come with me.

Anything you can tell us
that might help our investigation?

Like what?

Did Paul have any enmity with anyone?

Any family dispute?

Not really.

He never mentioned
anything like that to me.

Any problems in London? Any threats?

Why are you asking me? I wouldn't know.

It was an arranged marriage.

We met barely two weeks ago.

Nikki's calling.

Tell her I'll call her back.

She's already called twice.

It's my phone. I can get calls too!

When did you last see Paul?

At the engagement.

Two days ago.

We were getting married in two days.

And then our honeymoon, in Machu Picchu.

I am sorry, I know this is hard for you.

Just one last thing.

Liam Murphy, Paul's white friend.

When did you last see him?

Same, the day of the engagement.

Why? Has anything happened to him as well?

Nothing like that.

We are still looking for him.

But if you recall anything,

please call me.

-Let's go.
-Just one last question.

Do you have the passcode to Paul's phone?

Actually, the face is badly bruised.
The phone can't recognize it.

-What are you doing?
-I am just--

Let's go.

Take care.

Badly bruised face, huh?

Was there a need to bring that up?

It was a genuine question, sir.

What do you think of her?

Well, she looked sad for real.

Let's say she is sad for real,
and she's telling the truth.

Let's say she didn't meet him last night.

Then what was Paul doing
with his pants down in a field?

He sure as hell wasn't
taking a dump there.

Sir, where exactly is Machu Picchu?

Up your stinky ass.

Genuine question, it seems!

I was just curious.

Hey, Raman. All okay?

How are you?

Is Balbir Sir there?

Sir.

I don't use the needle.

Me too, sir. The needle is not safe.

Can lead to complications, you know.

Fuckers!

You sound like health freaks
instead of the junkies you are.

Then what are these marks from?

How did you do it?

Where's the murder weapon?

And what did you do to the white boy?

White boy who, sir?

I came out of the rehab just yesterday.
I can show you the receipt.

It's in my pants.

Get lost.

Motherfuckers.

Get inside.

It's you.

Look at their faces, lover boy.

Did you see any of them
at the crime scene?

Sir, I swear there was nobody there.

Just a stray dog.

Didn't we tell you the same, sir?

Look carefully. Have you seen
them there some other time?

Since that is your regular
spot for kabaddi training, right?

Sir, a man's got needs.

You're young yourself.
I'm sure you get it.

Sir, I have missed the training
to come here.

There's an auction tomorrow
for the kabaddi league.

Abhishek and Aishwarya will be there too.

Have you looked at yourself? Kabaddi.

-Aishwarya is going to be there?
-Sit back.

Get lost.

Listen.

Keep another cup here.

-Greetings.
-Please, sit.

How's Golu?

He's doing great.

And Nimrat?

What should I do, Daddy?

Nimrat won't take my calls.

Nor does she let me visit her.

The way it's going,
my son might forget me soon.

Thank you, sir.

You know Nimrat, Raman.

I'll try and talk to her about it.

Daddy, you must talk some sense into her.

First, she said she didn't want
to live with my folks. We moved out.

Now she doesn't want
to live with me either.

What do I do?

Maybe you're just too good for her.

She's still my wife.

I still love her.

I'm willing to forget everything.

She just needs
to come back home with Golu.

Talk to her, please.

And how was your sex life?

It was okay for him.

We've a six-year-old son.

Impotency is eliminated then.

-Was there domestic violence?
-No.

A light slap? An angry shove?

Mental torture?

-Dowry demand?
-No.

Did his parents ever physically
or verbally abuse you?

Maybe the neighbors heard something?

I'll take your leave.

You need to figure out
what charges you want to file.

I don't see him agreeing
to a mutual divorce.

Thank you.

What's going on here?

I'm sure you heard enough
to know what it was.

Now get this, Nimrat.

You make
one false accusation against Raman,

I'll choose his side.

Even if Raman smacked me around,
I know you'd still take his side.

Let's tuck you in your bed.

Some milk first?

Come on! Your Punjab police
needs to give you a break.

It's a big case, after all.

Are these case-related messages?

Who needs you at this hour?

It's my sister, Baljit.

Your darling sister can't bear
to see me happy.

Tell her not to sweat it out.

I'll find you a suitable bride
when it's time.

Who knows your tastes better than me?

It's been ten years
of cooking and cleaning for you.

I know your every little like and dislike.

But you still don't seem happy.

I bring to you

Wazir Patar's latest song. Enjoy it!

Namaste, ma'am.

Hi, Steve.

I made it.

Where is everyone?

Where is the party?

I tried calling Liam,
but his phone was off, so…

Then I called Paul.

Paul's dead, Clara.

What?

What happened?

Where's Liam?

Liam?

Liam.

Indu, Nopi is here.

Hope your mother-in-law is okay.

She misses Nopi a lot.

Whenever the doorbell rings,
she thinks it's him.

This is for you.

Every month you--

It's not a favor, you know.

Nopi used to work for us.

I'll get going.

Please call if you need anything.

The time is approximately 12:30.

Let me get down.

Sir, please tell us something.

Be patient.

Sir, what's the police doing
about the case?

All right, ask me.

What can you tell us
about the murdered NRI boy?

We are still investigating.

The body has been sent
for the post mortem.

We are looking at the evidence.

Could there be drug mafia
or a gang involved?

We don't think
that's a possibility at this point.

The victim arrived in Punjab
two weeks back for his wedding.

He's a well-to-do lawyer in London.

-Thank you.
-Sir, one more thing…

Sir.

Sir.

I believe a British friend of the victim
was here for the wedding.

And that he's missing since that night.
Any information about him?

Since when do you need information
from us, Sodhi?

You have a knack
of reaching the crime scene,

before we can get there.

Sir, that's our job. Maybe you guys need
to work on your response time.

We will.

Balbir!

Sir.

Listen.

I don't want to see this motherfucker
anywhere near the station again.

And get his drone licence cancelled.

Okay, get out. Sir has a lot to do.

-You called for me, sir?
-Yep.

Jai Hind, sir.

The SSP called.

The video of the dead body has gone viral.

And then there's the missing white boy.
No wonder the media is creating a ruckus.

This could make it
to the British newspapers.

Before this thing blows up in our faces,

the SSP wants the white boy found.

And close this case as soon as possible.

Sir--

You know my situation.

I want the SSP off my back.

Okay.

MISSING
LIAM MURPHY. AGE - 28 YEARS

Liam Murphy, a white boy

has been missing for three days.

Last seen wearing a red sweater.

Liam Murphy is from the UK,

and had come down
for his friend's wedding.

Age 28, height 5'10".

Come on, pass it.

And who's this guy with Veera
in your photograph?

Saakar.

Her boyfriend?

Ex. Until a couple of months back.

They were still together
when we went to Kasauli last month.

-They broke up after.
-Yeah, you're right.

Do you know why?

Her marriage was arranged.

She was moving to the UK.

Right after, Veera broke up with Saakar.

And how did Saakar take it?

Badly.

Yeah, he couldn't handle it well.

Did he create a scene?

That's what regular guys do.

Saakar is an artist. So he posted a video.

Video?

My baby got hitched

I'm the chump she ditched

'Cause she's a gold digger bitch
She's a gold digger bitch

A song composed by Saakar.
He used Veera's picture in the video.

It was embarrassing.
Her folks went apeshit.

She was grounded.

Where's Saakar since then?

Where else but Instagram.
He went live yesterday.

Rants at Veera, but pines for her too.

Besides Insta, where else can we find him?

She left behind Nagaland
For this toxic land

Only to meet idiots, small and grand

They don't look at the person
They don't look at your heart

They just look at your body
And judge your brands

She left behind Nagaland
For this toxic land

Only to meet idiots, small and grand

They don't look at the person

Who are you?

Postman.

Recognize the uniform?

-How long have you known Veera?
-Who?

Veera Soni.

You know her, don't you?

I did, but she is my past now.

Should have left it in the past then.

-Why make songs about her in the present?
-That's my way to feel alive.

Feel what?

Alive.

You dig?

Look.

This is a circle. Meaning, the world.

The world gives me pain.

And I put that in my music

and give it back to the world
twice as hard.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't remember the date,

but it was definitely
before her engagement.

Like I said, she's my past.

And Lin here is my future.

Hey, lover boy!
Where were you the night before last?

Why? What business is it of yours?

Do you have--

What is that document
these cops are supposed to bring?

It's called a warrant.

Now, where were you the night before?

He was here with me.

Your future is brighter
than you are, kiddo.

Okay. He was here then.

Did you try to contact Veera that day?

Any "hi" or "hello"?

How about a "good morning, love"?

Or maybe a "good night, sweetie"?

None.

Check the fuckface's phone.

Sir.

Sir, you're invading my privacy.

Shut up.

This phone's brand new.

Hardly any messages.

"Babe, are you up?"

I lost the last one.

-When?
-A day or two ago.

One day or two?

Two days back.

The night of the murder then.

Since when is losing your phone a crime?

Find it.

Otherwise you will be
in a never-ending circle of pain.

Got it?

Let's go.

Let's get his call details out.

Hello?

Saakar.

Say something.

The cops paid me a visit.

They asked me
where I was the night before last.

You do remember where you were, right?

Saakar, we had decided
not to talk about it ever again.

I didn't decide anything, Veera.
It was your decision.

Just like how it is your problem,
not mine.

The CCTV from the Gill bypass?

Yes, sir. It's the footage
of Paul's car accident from last week.

It looks like an intentional hit.

Find out about this bus.

And see
if there's any connection with Saakar.

-Tell me.
-Greetings, Mr. Manna.

How can I help you?

Can we talk in your office?
It's too noisy here.

Sorry. Chasing a deadline.

I had a couple of questions related
to the case.

Shoot.

The land dispute
between you and your brother.

Can you tell me about it?

We had a younger sister.

Charno.

She was diagnosed with cancer in 2008.

Ovarian cancer, stage three.

We tried chemo for a year.

The cancer disappeared.

But the next year, it was back again.

Four months later, she was gone.

During this whole period, do you know
how many times my brother came to see her?

He just made a few token calls.

"If you need money for her treatment,
let me know. "

Like I give a fuck about his money!

He made his way here
only at the last moment.

Only when I called to say, Charno's gone.

So, then what's the dispute about?

About my right.

Our father had divided the land
between the three of us.

Charno died without a will
for her share of the land.

I took care of her.

I looked after her.

It's not really about the land.

But I don't think my brother has earned
a share of Charno's memory.

Greetings, viewers.

Look behind me carefully.
You'd see not just the setting sun.

You'd also see a father
who has just lost his son.

A father who was
about to marry off his son.

Who now needs to find the heart
to cremate that very son.

Let's talk to him.

Mr. Dhillon, I am so sorry for your loss.

Can you share with us
what you are going through?

Mr. Dhillon.

A young life snatched away
with such cruelty!

How do you feel?

Mr. Dhillon, maybe your son's killers
are watching this.

Do you have a message for them?

Mr. Dhillon, say something.

Paul Dhillon was 28 years old.

He was here from London for his marriage.

And along with him, his British friend
was also here for the wedding.

His name is Liam Murphy.

He has been missing since the incident.

And what's even more interesting is,

Jagrana Police seems to have
no clue of his whereabouts.

Will the Jagrana Police finally wake up?

Will they be able to untangle the case?

Stay with us to find out more.

Along with cameraman Kanishk Bhosle,

this is Harmandeep Sodhi
for SAADA PIND 365.

Take the samosa, sir.

Sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Why do you want
to file a formal complaint?

Why not?

What's my fault here?

I was only doing my job. A humane story
about a father's pain for his son.

If you really understood a father's pain,

you'd have left him alone.

You've pissed off too many people.

Today was just the payback, bitch.

Let's forget it.

Go, focus on your humane stories.

Have this samosa.

Good for your health. Take it.

Hey, what's with the samosa?
It's not good for you.

Hello.

Which petrol pump did you say?

Okay.

Yes, sir. It was them. I'm damn sure.

They were in a Škoda.
One of its sides was dented.

Then?

They were both drunk.

Then the white boy went
to take a piss in the corner.

He wanted to drink more, the white boy.

The other guy, the one who got murdered,
he asked me where they could find beers.

I told them
about the local bar in Hangera,

the one that's open all night.

Then they got back into the car
and drove off that way.