Original subtitles

"There is one God, whose name is truth."

"Is the creator."

"Has no fear. Has no hate."

"Is omnipresent."

"Never born and Self-perpetuating."

"With Guru's grace, recite and pray."

"True since the beginning of time. True through ages."

"Is true now."

"Says Nanak, will forever be true."

'A falcon,'

'when it takes to the skies,'

a crow lands on its back, pecking at it relentlessly.

It wounds the falcon,

but the falcon stays silent. It simply keeps...

soaring higher and higher.

Until it reaches heights

Where the crow can no longer breathe.

The crow falls... Back to the ground.

Along with its false ego... And arrogance.

Shattered in an instant.

Our corrupt system... Is no different.

For years... It has preyed upon the common man.

Beating him down... With relentless blows.

Like that crow... It keeps testing... The patience...

And self-respect...

Of ordinary people.

The ordinary man... Is that silent falcon.

He may be silent today...

But he won't remain silent forever.

The Timeless One is our strength.

The Timeless One is our strength.

Save your energy, uncle.

'Today's going to be a very long day.'

The Timeless One is our strength. We walk with the stride of lions.

The Almighty stands with us. Our weapons are our shield.

The Timeless One is our strength. We walk with the stride of lions.

The Almighty stands with us. Our weapons are our shield.

Stand up straight, or else you'll go to sleep forever.

Hands up! This is a robbery.

No one will move!

Hands up!

Didn't you hear me? Hands up!

- Don't try to be a hero! - Keep quiet!

- Keep quiet, everyone! - Get down.

- Lower your eyes. - Didn't you hear me?

Hands up!

- Go over there. - Hands up!

"We live openly and boldly. We fear no one."

"We do not back down when faced with difficulties."

"We do not want happiness at the cost of entrapping someone else."

"Our mindset and our stride, like the sun, soar to new heights."

"We have locked our worries away in a chest."

The Almighty stands with us.

The Timeless One is our strength. We walk with the stride of lions.

The Almighty stands with us. Our weapons are our shield.

"Only the Timeless One is eternal. March on like lions."

"The Almighty stands with us. Our weapons are our shield."

"The Timeless One is our strength."

"The Timeless One is our strength."

"The Timeless One is our strength."

Sat Sri Akaal, Punjab.

I'm Sudo... Punjab Da Punja.

There's a bank robbery happening here!

The Great Punjab Bank is under siege.

All our lives are in danger.

And these robbers... Have the strangest names.

The short one... Is Charger.

The big guy... Is Bouncer.

And the mastermind... Is Stapler...

Someone call the police!

Help! And don't forget...

Punjab Da Punja. Like, share... And subscribe!

He crushed the plan while

we were moving at speed.

He was live on his phone.

Now what do we do?

Nothing.

Now it's the police's problem.

Sir, where are you?

There's been a robbery at the Great Punjab Bank!

What did you just say?

- It’s a robbery. - Huh?

- Robbery? - Yes, it’s a robbery!

Come fast, sir! I'll keep them busy till then.

Everything's on hold... Until you arrive.

"The great Punjab robbery."

"I am coming into the city,"

"and I'm working all day, and the brothers are with me."

"All the rats in the luggage, and it's going to our dirt."

"Everybody in the area ain't messing with the heard."

"I am coming into the city, and I'm working all day,"

"and the brothers are with me. I think you know the word,"

"all the rats be in the luggage, and it's going to our dirt."

"Everybody in the area ain't messing with the heard."

"The Great Punjab robbery."

"The Great Punjab robbery."

"The Great Punjab robbery."

"The Great Punjab robbery."

"The Great Punjab robbery."

"The Great Punjab robbery."

- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind.

(Bad Throat) How many robbers are inside?

Sir?

Dacoits!

I am asking about the dacoits inside.

How many robbers are inside? Any updates?

Three, sir. Two men... And one woman.

A woman?

Since when did women start robbing banks?

Sir... These days, women are everywhere.

Education... Politics... Sports...

And bank robbery too?

Any casualties?

So far... No casualties, sir.

Hmm...

Backup?

On the way, sir.

What's going on here? Did someone open a famous tea stall?

Why's there such a crowd?

Sir... A flat tyre is enough

to attract the whole neighbourhood.

This is a bank robbery.

- Of course, everyone showed up. - Fine.

Then get me some tea. My throat's going on strike.

- Your name? - Gu... Gurjot.

- What? - Gurjot.

District Ropar. House No. 102.

Halwai Street. The house with the ship.

Will you sit... Or do I need to send you a written invitation?

Name?

K... Keerat Kakkar.

How many months pregnant are you?

Eight months.

What do you do?

I... I’m a teacher.

Eight months pregnant, and you're a teacher?

In the age of online banking...

Why are you standing in a bank queue?

So while you're here...

Is your husband at home doing the dishes?

- All right, thank you. - Come on, sit there, easy.

Who told you to sit? Stand up!

Don't tell me... Are you pregnant too? Huh?

No, sir.

- Tell me. - What?

- Your zodiac sign! - Oh, Mithun!

Idiot! Your name?

I'm Sudo... The Influencer.

Aka Satnam Kharbanda.

I'm flying to Canada...

To stay with my uncle.

I'll become a world-famous influencer.

My flight's at 2:30.

I think I'm already late. If you don't mind... Can I leave?

- Address? - The one here... Or the one in Canada?

Sir, tea.

How am I supposed to drink tea from this? With an eyedropper?

Is this tea... Or polio drops?

That's why I brought you two cups, sir.

The point isn't clear to me.

What do these idiots expect

to find in this dead, empty bank?

Sir, I think they've messed up.

They've landed at the well instead of the pond.

What if one of them turns out to be a crocodile...

pretending to be a duck?

Oh, please!

Duck or crocodile...

Makes no difference to me.

Crocodiles don't show their teeth once they're trapped.

The moment they're caught...

two solid slaps are enough to knock all the swagger out of them.

Right, Taash?

Kailash, sir. Kailash.

Hmm.

Protocol? What's the protocol?

Sir?

Come on. What's protocol?

Sir, you're supposed to tell us.

Listen up, everyone.

We didn't come here for your petty savings.

And thanks to social media...

we know exactly where you live,

what you do, what you eat, and even what you crap.

We know everything about you.

Listen carefully!

If anyone tries to play the hero...

we'll roast your backside so badly...

you won't be able to sit or lie down.

But if you cooperate...

tomorrow's headline will read:

"Everyone rescued...

from the clutches of armed robbers."

If you don't cooperate...

you'll still make tomorrow's paper.

Only this time, it'll be your obituary.

These robbers came prepared.

They're playing this by the book.

But how do we know...

who's a robber and who's innocent when we all look the same?

There's a dacoit inside every one of us.

Time alone decides...

who lets the dacoit out first.

Get me a loudspeaker.

Sir?

A megaphone! Sir wants a megaphone!

Yes, sir!

Sir.

Let go!

Hello, dacoit brothers.

I'm Inspector Inderjit Pahwa of the Punjab Police.

Here's the deal...

All of you surrender...

Or else...

Or else...

Or else...

Hey! You, come here!

- Speak. - What do I say?

Tell them to surrender.

Go on.

It’s on, it’s on, it’s on, the lottery of your fate is on,

A bungalow awaits, with a Ferrari outside!

Your worn-out slippers will strut with pride!

Your selfies will be worth millions!

the girl’s family will pay the tender.

It’s on, it’s on, it’s on!

Give me that! Move aside!

Laash! Get over here!

Take it. You speak.

This is your final warning from the Punjab Police.

Drop your weapons...

and come out with your hands up.

Otherwise, don't complain later...

that the Punjab Police didn't play fair.

This is not an empty threat.

The Punjab Police means business today.

Choose wisely. Surrender.

Oh, damn!

Sir, there's no way it's a bomb.

If it were, we'd all be dead by now.

Get that ball.

Go!

Oh, damn!

All units, stay alert!

Sir!

Come on! Move it!

- Here, sir. - Come here.

There's something stuck to the ball.

What?

It's an ePay code...

A QR code?

Are they asking for a ransom or a recharge?

In a bizarre twist, the dacoits have shared a QR code.

Now not just the police and media,

but the entire public can see and hear

everything happening inside the bank.

The robbery is now...

being live-streamed online.

Oh, man!

Sat Sri Akaal.

Seventeen hostages...

are at gunpoint.

Their lives now rest in the hands of the Punjab Police.

If you fail to meet our requirements...

not one of them will survive.

And the Punjab Police will be held responsible.

- Hey, you... - Three important rules.

First, listen carefully. I'll say this only once.

Miss even one word...

and you'll face the consequences.

Second...

don't ask silly, pointless questions.

No arguments. No lectures. No negotiations.

- Hey... - Third, and most important...

don't waste your time...

my time, or the public's time.

Whatever the game, every second should count.

Or we'll start sending bodies out instead.

Don't try entering through the back of the bank.

The gas pipelines are rigged with explosives.

One wrong move, and it will become very difficult

for you to deal with this whole mess.

- Are you out of your... - We've planted a bomb...

at Lal Chowk. You have twenty minutes to find it.

Do you think getting high...

gives you the right to talk nonsense? And I'm supposed

- to take you seriously? - Here's a riddle to find the bomb.

It is a Lion but not a sheep,

a Car but without brakes,

a Bell but without a door.

Twenty minutes, Mr. Pahwa.

Hey! Listen! Hey!

"The same pamphlets, and the same story too."

"The caverns of memory and the tales told by the mountains."

"Snow has fallen, and autumn has arrived."

"Life is a riddle. I could not fathom it."

"Happiness is an illusion, everything else is pointless."

"The riddle of truth is older than God Himself."

"The same pamphlets, and the same story too."

"The riddle of truth is older than God Himself."

"I ran a great deal, yet I found no happiness."

"Upon reaching the destination, my soul wept bitterly."

"I have seen a celestial glow in the eyes."

Sir, the deadline's over. We're two minutes late.

Relax. In India, five or ten minutes late is standard.

All this tension fixed my hoarse voice.

What was that riddle again?

Can't remember. I saved it on my phone.

It is a Lion but not a sheep,

a Car but without brakes,

a Bell but without a door.

Sir, let's just Google it.

Google has an answer for everything these days.

Oh, mummy!

"Rap song"

- Hey Balli, tell me something. - Yes, sir.

Your father was a constable, wasn't he? - Yes.

And your grandfather was a constable too?

Yes.

- And now you're a constable? - Yes.

Ever wondered...

why promotion runs in every family...

except yours?

Never, sir.

- A bicycle! - Cycle?

Yes, a bicycle! Tell the bomb squad...

to check every bicycle around here.

Sir, who hides a bomb in a bicycle?

Think, Kailash. What's the riddle?

Which one?

"Horns, but not a goat..."

The horns are the handlebars...

and the saddle is the seat.

What has handlebars and a seat?

A bicycle! A bicycle!

Which means the bomb is somewhere right here!

Search every bicycle!

Where's the bomb squad?

Two minutes away, sir.

Fine.

- Sir! - Sir...

Balli... What day is it today?

Will have to wash my uniform again today!

What day is it today?

Tuesday, sir.

For the first time in my life...

because of you, dacoits, I had to eat eggs on a Tuesday!

Never thought I'd see that day.

You gave the police twenty minutes to find a fake bomb.

I'm giving you two minutes.

Come out like men...

- or else... - Mr. Pahwa...

- have you ever been to a circus? - Circus?

As a child, my father often took me there.

One day, during a trapeze act...

an acrobat missed the catch...

and crashed straight through the safety net.

Every bone in his body was shattered.

It all came down to timing.

One mistake in timing...

- and the entire act falls apart. - What are you...

Life is no different, Mr. Pahwa.

Timing is everything.

Are you done?

Lal Chowk was only two kilometres away.

two kilometres away.

Yet it took you twelve minutes to get there.

The riddle takes barely three minutes to solve.

Finding the bicycle takes another seven.

That's twelve minutes of work...

But you took twenty-two.

A ten-minute delay.

And there's only one reason.

Your terrible fitness.

Just look at yourselves.

You're bursting out of your uniforms.

How are you supposed to chase criminals?

Tell me, with this level of fitness,

how will you maintain law and order?

What if the bomb had been real?

Don't you think...

your expanding waistlines...

are a problem the system must fix immediately?

Breaking News! The bank robbers have exposed the system

Their demonstration has raised...

serious questions about police fitness.

Who are these people?

Is this really just a bank robbery...

or is there something bigger at play?

What do you think?

All these lectures about social reform...

are they just a smokescreen?

Enough of this nonsense!

That's where you're wrong, Mr. Pahwa.

I warned you... I don't tolerate time wasters.

Is that so?

Then do your worst. You think we'll just stand here?

Listen, you dacoits! If you don't come out...

by the count of three...

I'll send my men in.

Start counting!

- One... - Louder!

One!

- Is your throat gone too? Louder! - What are they doing?

Two!

Three!

Your mistake, Mr. Pahwa.

A very costly one.

Now someone must pay...

for breaking the rules.

Hey!

Get up! Come on, get up!

- Don't move! - Stop!

- I have small kids. - Come on.

Hey, don't be crazy.

Your mind is messed up. Hey... Stop!

Stop it!

Hey...

A major update from inside the bank.

What began as a bank robbery

has turned into a hostage nightmare.

The robbers have shot a hostage at point-blank range.

The execution was live-streamed to thousands of viewers.

The situation is spiralling rapidly.

Anything can happen at any moment.

Stay with us. You're watching Crime Live.

Shhhhhh!

Hey... you...

I trust no one questions our planning anymore.

And mind your language, Mr. Pahwa.

I don't respond well to disrespect.

I have no reason to be polite either...

yet I've spoken to you with complete courtesy.

Now, in the next twenty minutes...

find a teenage boy named Sonu...

from Lane No. 7, Hall Gate.

Remember the name. Sonu.

Now for your riddle.

What is always right in front of you...

yet can never be seen?

- Oh... - I won't repeat it, Mr. Pahwa.

- Sonu, the teenager? - Now find Sonu.

Or in one hour...

- another innocent person dies. - Hey! No...

"Jugni has run away."

"Jugni sings a magical song."

"Wherever she goes, an earthquake strikes."

What was the riddle again?

It's always in front of you yet you can never see it.

Air, sir.

It's all around us, but we can't see it.

The dacoit said, "Always in front."

Listen carefully. Every word matters.

Pay attention to the riddle.

Details matter, Balli.

Then it must be a bribe, sir.

Nobody sees it... but everyone spends it.

"Jugni has run away."

"Jugni sings a magical song."

Sonu!

Come here.

Come on, don't waste my time now.

Come down.

Come on, Sonu. Please come down.

"My Jugni..."

"she makes a big splash."

"She doesn't do anything wrong."

"I lied, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I did it."

"It doesn't matter if I did it."

Hey! I didn't do anything, sir. I swear!

Then why did you run, you idiot?

It's tradition, sir. When the police run after you, you run.

- Why did you slap me? - Tradition. It's police tradition.

Bring him here! You scoundrel!

- Jai Hind, sir! - Pahwa, what the hell is going on?

Actually, sir...

Sir, I never imagined these dacoits could pull off something this big.

- I didn't think so. - Now do something!

Get down.

Come here.

The entire department is on it, sir.

- Should I send someone senior? - No, sir.

Hey, you! Get down!

Get lost then!

Sir, there is no one here...

He's just...

Speak loudly!

Call out 'Sonu'!

Sonuuuuuuu!

- Sonu. - Huh?

You're in trouble. Come here, boy.

Here.

Pick your Sonu...

and let's end this game.

Can you swim, Mr. Pahwa?

- Huh! - He's asking if you can swim?

Relax. I heard him the first time.

That was a surprised "Huh?" Not a questioning one.

Don't ask questions out of context

I mean... What does my swimming...

have to do with Sonu?

Imagine you're standing by a pond.

A child starts drowning.

What would you do?

Stand there calling for help?

Or post the child's photo on social media?

I'd jump in and save the child myself.

I knew you would, Mr. Pahwa.

Know why?

Because you're a decent man.

The tragedy is, that's not happening.

What do you mean?

Did you solve the riddle?

What's always ahead of you... yet can never be seen?

Just tell us the answer, brother.

The answer... is the future.

These young men...

are Punjab's future.

Look at them...

Test them, and you'll find...

half of them addicted.

The names don't matter.

Sonu, Titu, Guri, Bunty...

It's Punjab... that's slowly dying.

These aren't someone else's children.

They're ours. Understand that...

then do something about it.

If you've understood my point, let's move on.

Thousands die from drugs every day.

Who knows how many Sonus are out there?

So what now? Should we start robbing banks every time someone dies?

At that rate, the treasury would be empty.

And how is this the government's fault?

It's the parents' responsibility.

They should've kept a better eye on their children.

Stapler! There's a pregnant woman here!

Stapler!

Stapler, can you hear me?

Stapler... look at me!

Stapler, pay attention, look at me!

- Hello. - Jai Hind, sir.

What do the robbers want?

Nothing so far, sir.

They're sitting there like guests at their in-laws' house.

If all they wanted was the money, they'd have taken it by now.

Something's not right, sir.

Then what do they want?

That's exactly the problem.

They look like pros.

So why would they be foolish enough

to rob the Great Punjab Bank on the seventh?

Wait a second...

What did you just say? What's the name of the bank?

The Great Punjab Bank, sir.

- The one at Lal Chowk? - Uh... Yes, sir.

Damn it! Why didn't you tell me earlier?

You're burning taxpayer money, you idiot!

- Sir? - Hang up the phone!

Turn the car around, or I'll turn your world upside down!

Now! Why did hearing the bank's name...

almost give the minister an ulcer?

Can you imagine? Can you imagine?

The entire police force has them surrounded...

and they're ordering chole kulche from Kakke Da Tandoor!

What's all this? Food boxes?

They're feeding everyone.

Who's paying for it?

The bill's settled, sir.

- Paid? - Yes, sir.

Who paid it?

The dacoits. They paid the whole bill.

The dacoits paid? With what?

Cash, sir. The media, the police, even the robbers...

everyone's having lunch.

But why are they feeding everyone?

Ma'am!

I really need to go.

It's an emergency.

We all leave this world someday.

No, no... I mean, I need the bathroom.

I've been holding it forever.

I heard your bladder can burst.

I read it on WhatsApp. Six times.

In fact, I forwarded it myself! Six times!

It's a very serious problem, should I?

Please... Can I go?

Besides, you've got so many hostages.

If one's missing, who's even going to notice?

You're getting upset. Did I say something wrong?

I'm the quietest person in my whole family.

What happened? I didn't even say anything.

Tell me.

Have some empathy for the emotions of others, ma'am.

If the heart is small, let the mouth be big.

You can't silence the call of nature. Ma'am?

Huh? Madam.

Sis... Could you turn around? I'm a little shy.

Please... try to understand.

Never mind. It's okay. I'll manage.

Ahhhhh!

- Stand straight! - Let him go. He will die.

- Do you take me for a fool? - Sorry, I didn't even realise

- when the mobile ended up in my hand. - Let him go.

Sorry, ma'am. Don't hit me on the face!

Hey, let it go. Calm down.

- My followers will decrease. Sorry... - Who were you calling?

The police outside will beat me too! Ah!

You're trying to act smart with me.

Ahh! No, I'm sitting now.

Charger, let him go.

What?

You want me to let him go...

without teaching him a lesson?

Fear is everything.

The day fear dies, the game is over.

Back to your position, Charger.

That's not why we're here.

Sir, you're making a mistake.

The same mistake all over again.

You chose the wrong side once...

and today, you're doing it all over again.

I'm only doing...

what's right at this moment.

No! What's wrong...

should scare you.

Otherwise, nothing will ever change.

Just like it didn't for me. Or for you.

If you had called out what was wrong, at the right time,

neither of us would be here today.

Our lives would've been different.

But you didn't have the courage to stand up...

for what was right. Back then...

or even now.

It takes guts to fight.

You need fire in your heart to change anything.

Battles are won with strategy...

not emotion.

That's exactly what cowards say.

'Like this...'

Sir... Minister sir...

Mr. Babbar! Sir, please, sir...

Sir.

I am the Minister, H.S. Babbar. Go ahead.

Who doesn't know you, sir?

We're all your fans.

We never imagined we'd become so important

that the Minister himself would come to meet us.

I had no choice!!

When wild animals enter your house,

the head of the family

has to drive them out.

Sir, I'm speaking to you with complete respect, and you're...

What did you expect? A grand welcome?

You've created chaos.

You killed an innocent man

and taken innocent people hostage.

What the hell do you want?

Excellent. That's more like it...

You're a politician. Of course you'd get angry.

when someone questions the system.

We're your fans, sir.

Are you a fan? A big fan has arrived!

If you're my fan? Prove it.

Release one hostage...

And without any conditions.

Then I'll know how big a fan you really are.

Fine. Done, sir.

Say it! Answer the people!

Tell us what is happening.

What is going on here?

- So, Bhalle? - Well?

Do you believe in Babbar now?

You nailed it, sir.

The whole state is watching you...

You're going viral.

This is the power our Minister, Babbar, commands.

Not just Babbar... Babbar Sher. The Lion.

He's got these robbers cornered.

Listen. Without hurting anyone,

tell me what you want.

Thirteen thousand one hundred fifty.

- Huh? - What?

Thirteen thousand one hundred fifty? That's it?

That's it?

Thirteen thousand one hundred fifty hours...

We wore out the doors of the courts in search of justice.

Every hearing gave us another date...

but never justice.

You said you wanted to talk about a case. Bouncer ji...

Well... now tell us that case.

Twenty-seven years later, a retired judge

attended the wedding of the rapist's daughter...

the very man whose case he had heard.

You came here with demands, didn't you?

Instead, you're putting the whole system on trial. That's unfair.

What's unfair is this, sir.

If pakoras can be delivered in 15 minutes,

why does justice take 15 years?

Wait a minute. So you've come here

to find loopholes in the system?

No sir. The system doesn't even know

its own flaws. How would we?

You walked in sounding so confident...

we just assumed you had all the answers...

Besides, we're your fans.

You should've asked for more.

You only asked us to release one hostage.

Fine. Then we'll release all of them.

What happened? Fan mode off already?

Some fan you are!

Fine, sir. We'll release everyone.

But this time... on one small condition.

Condition?

We'll free all the hostages.

In return... you come inside as our guest.

The deal isn't bad, sir. Just one.

Not a bad deal, sir. One for fifteen. No hidden charges.

You ask people for their votes.

Surely you can do this much for them.

So you want me to be your hostage...

so you can demand a huge ransom

and rob the poor of their hard-earned money?

Never.

Not while Babbar is standing here.

I won't let the people's money leave this bank.

The whole world is on edge.

Every morning I wake up...

to another new crisis. Missiles being fired everywhere...

and a dozen new problems!

And then there's social media.

They hold court over me every day!

One's making memes. Another's running a hashtag.

And someone else is already sitting in my chair.

The Great Punjab Robbery.

They're firing inside! Give the order, sir!

I can't even tell if my blood pressure is high or low!

Just... Give me a second!

What are you doing, Pahwa? Open fire!

I've got everyone in my sights.

- Give the order, sir. - Hold on. Just a second.

We need to know who we're shooting.

Sir, I can't tell

the hostages from the robbers. What do we do?

Pahwa! Open fire!

Sir, I still can't tell them apart...

They're all wearing the same clothes.

- I can't identify the robbers. - Shoot!

"English rap"

"English rap"

- Order, sir. - Shoot, Pahwa!

Come on, shoot!

It's Sudo, sir.

Oh, you know him?

He's an influencer. Punjab's Punja. One of the hostages.

What a disaster!

What have you done?

It was believed

the Minister's arrival

would resolve the crisis.

Instead, the situation has only escalated.

The system's critics... those self-proclaimed

social reformers... have once again

revealed their violent side.

What do we do now, sir?

The same thing my father always said.

It's not the opportunity that matters.

It's the one who seizes it.

And right now, the opportunity is this bank robbery.

The solution... is someone with a crack mind

I know just the man for the job...

What?

No way!

Not him, Bhalle.

I'd rather call Yamraj himself... than that guy.

No, not him!

Even a witch spares the neighbouring house, Sheena Bhatia.

No, you are not a witch.

Only a witch can separate a little girl from her father.

No, you are not a witch, man.

Hey, hold on! Hey, stop, you...

No, man, I never hurl abuses at anyone.

Ever since I married you, Sheena...

my life's been one big mess.

My life's become a football.

Dhingra... Please forgive me. Brother...

Maybe I don't know

what makes a good father...

but for my daughter... I'd do anything. To anyone.

Even to you.

Can I go now? Please, Dhingra.

Let me go.

Please... forgive me.

Please have mercy. My family's waiting for me.

I have children.

They'll be ruined without me. It's a problem, man!

You call that a problem? Let me show you what a real problem is.

My wife's filed for divorce.

To get custody of my daughter,

the court wants me to provide a flat within a week.

I've been suspended for four months.

Three departments are after me.

I'm under inquiry.

My credit card's maxed out.

I've become an OTP machine

That's what you call a problem,

And on top of that, your brother-in-law... what's his name?

Lovely.

He's paying me fifty lakhs to kill you.

That's why I'm killing you.

Dhingra, please! He'll pay you fifty lakhs?

I will add 10 more and pay you 60.

Give me your account number. I'll transfer it right now.

I will deposit it right now. Give me your account number.

Back in my village, my uncle owned a grocery store.

There was a sign outside that said...

Every deal has its rules.

Rules that can't be broken.

I gave my word to your brother-in-law.

This isn't about the money anymore.

It's about my word.

And a man's word... is priceless.

Seventy-five lakhs!

- Lovely Ji... - Has the job been done?

Your brother-in-law is at gunpoint.

Go on, shoot him!

My money?

'The money isn't going anywhere.'

'You're here, and I'm here. If anyone dies, it'll be Lucky.'

'You'll get paid.'

'I can do it right now, just let me'

- 'hear the sound of the gunshot.' - D... Dhingra!

'That was fun!'

'Here, this is your payment. I'm entering the OTP.'

'Bye-bye.'

Am I... alive?

Dhingra, I survived!

I made it! Dhingra! I survived!

I’m alive!

- Let me tell you one more thing. - Huh?

My uncle had another sign.

It said...

Every word has a price.

You just need the right buyer.

- 789636... - Huh?

- Account number - Yeah... right.

Go on. I’m sending it.

- Go ahead. I'm transferring it. - Got it?

Payment received.

It's done.

- Yes, sir? - Thank you, Dhingra!

How are you, Dhingra

Everything good? How's your daughter?

And your uncle from Moga?

Did his application get approved?

Get to the point.

This guy's too clever for his own good.

Listen. There are robbers at the bank in Lal Chowk...

I know. It's all over the news... and social media.

What does that have to do with me?

You know exactly how you fit into this.

Where, and in what way you fit in.

Reach Lal Chowk and solve the problem!

You know

I've been suspended for four months.

Half the salary. Half the booze. Half the chicken.

Fine. Your suspension's over.

Your gun, your ID, your car...

everything will be waiting for you at Lal Chowk.

I've got two departmental inquiries.

One for two encounters.

The other for assaulting a senior officer.

So tell me...

how's a cop accused of torture

supposed to solve another case?

Forget all that. It'll all disappear.

Just solve this one.

- One more thing. - What now?

Don't push your luck.

Mr. Babbar,

It's about my daughter's custody.

I need a flat within two days.

Have you lost it?

It's a flat, not a plate of samosas!

You don't order one

for pocket change. Solve this case.

and I'll serve those robbers to you on a platter.

Fine, Babbar ji.

- I'll think about it. Bye.

Wait!

Hey! Hold it right there!

That shop I told you about...

there was another sign outside.

It read...

Goods once sold

cannot be returned.

Fine, Mr. Babbar...

since you're so persistent,

consider the robbers' problem solved.

What happened, sir? Who is he?

Our bad luck just walked in.

ACP Zorawar Dhingra,

Special Task Force.

Congratulations. Your wife's worries are over.

You'll die in uniform.

- Good afternoon, sir. - What's so good about it?

You tell me, sir.

So... are you back on your feet, or still standing because you have to?

I can sit now, sir.

Though it still hurts a little... but I'm fine.

Hmm.

Last time we took on robbers...

I got shot in the backside.

Ah...

That's what sir meant.

You call it your backside? I thought it was your...

Never mind. Forget it.

Pahwa, tell them to move around.

They're lying there like they're at their in-laws'.

They've got guts.

Robbing a bank in Dhingra's territory...

Sir, now that you're here... you take over.

They've worn out my voice... and my patience.

Hmm.

Mr. Pahwa, timing is everything.

Give time... a little time...

and everything changes.

Got it?

I didn't understand a word.

But it sounded profound.

Sir?

The robbers aren't here. They're on the other side.

Sir! Sir!

'No...'

Are you okay?

You don't look too good.

Never mind. Let's get out of here.

We've come this far.

We're seeing this through.

Our pain runs deeper than this wound.

Sorry, sir. I got carried away.

You know...

the wire between my brain

and my mouth is disconnected.

Forget it.

Uncle,

did you take your blood pressure medicine?

The moment he picked up a gun...

he got the energy of a twenty-year-old.

The moment he entered the bank, he turned into a power bank.

Sir, at first I thought they were ducks.

That's why they're so restless.

Now they look more like crocodiles.

- I don't get it. - They look calm, like ducks.

But beneath the surface, their legs are paddling furiously.

Is it just me... or does everyone see it too?

If you think so, sir, it must be true.

You can't be wrong.

Hmm.

Sir, even a child can tell

they want something else.

But here's the question...

if even a child can figure that out...,

why am I the one saying it?

Then why did the department call me here?

No, sir. It's not like that.

Does anyone have a handkerchief?

A handkerchief?

- Anyone? - Hey...

Hello!

He's coming straight in. What do we do now?

Let him come.

No plans,

no weapons,

no violence.

Just one small attempt.

Maybe it'll solve this whole mess.

Appreciate it, Mr. Dhingra.

So... you know me?

- ACP Zorawar Dhingra. Special Task Force.

Information...

keeps you two steps ahead.

Impressive. Truly impressive.

First time in my life I've met robbers this smart.

And we're seeing

for the first time...

a suspended, controversial,

disgraced cop... taking charge

of a petty bank robbery

There's an old saying...

Either we've become too infamous...

or you've become less famous.

Or maybe...

Or perhaps?

Maybe what? Maybe this little fish

is hiding a crocodile.

Fish? Smell?

Oh,

That's chutney smell, isn't it?

Mr. Dhingra,

If you could smell the washroom from here...

you'd forget the finest perfume.

In the middle of a bank robbery... and you're sniffing chutney?

Your confidence is something else, Mr. Dhingra.

Incredible!

Charger. Bouncer. Stapler.

Interesting names.

Anyway... let's talk business.

- What do you want? - Twenty crores.

- Final offer? - Yes.

All that big talk... and you're asking

for just twenty crores?

You picked the worst possible day. The vault's empty.

Had you come a week earlier...

you might've found something.

The government will pay us twenty crores.

Right here. In this bank.

Really?

What are you thinking about?

It's simple. There's a man outside...

selling lottery tickets.

One ticket costs forty rupees.

First prize... twenty crores.

The draw's in an hour.

Buy one.

If we win... we take the money and leave quietly.

If not...

we'll think of something else.

Oh...

One second.

It's my daughter. I have to take this.

Hello, sweetheart.

- Hello, papa... - Dad's at work.

I'll call you back.

Okay, papa.

Thanks. Love you.

Love you too.

What you just said... reminds me of a story.

Three men, just like you...

neither good... nor evil.

They never did anything right... or wrong.

Yet when they died, they ended up

before Yamraj.

They saw people

being fried alive in boiling oil.

One of them was a clever fellow.

He asked Yamraj...

"You keep track of our sins...

but who keeps track of yours?"

Hearing that... Yamraj threw all three into the oil.

Why did Yamraj throw them in

when they'd done nothing wrong?

Because he was taking Yamraj for a ride.

Listen, little bro...

life itself isn't that harmful.

But once it gets hold of you...

it'll strip you to the bone.

Understand?

The talking's over.

ACP Zorawar Dhingra,

is done negotiating.

Once I get moving... I won't leave you

a place to stand...

sit... or even spit.

This coin represents the lion within you.

You killed me!

Go on, Sheena.

You wanted to talk to Minty.

- Of course. - Here. Talk to her.

Hello, Minty dear.

Daddy... I told everyone at school...

that you're my superhero... and Punjab Police's biggest hero.

I want a photo with you

at school today.

Everyone else has one.

You'll come this evening... won't you?

My princess...

Tell me where... tell me when...

and I'll be there.

Love you, Papa. Mwah!

Seven o'clock.

And I mean seven sharp. Not eight.

One more thing. Your daughter has a condition.

She wants her daddy to come dressed as a Superhero.

Superhero?

At least for one day... you'll get the chance

to be a real hero in your daughter's eyes.

Though... we both know you aren't one.

Sheena... this isn't the time.

Just tell Minty...

her daddy will be there... as her superhero.

We'll see.

- Pahwa. - Sir?

Where can I get a superhero costume?

Superman's?

Maybe... Jeeta Junk House...

or Gurjot Party House.

But sir... why do you need a Superman costume?

It's for my daughter.

- Daughter? - Hmm.

- Tell me something. - Yes?

How are these guys planning to get out?

They can't, sir. We've got

Our eyes are on every corner.

We're just waiting for the right moment,

so no innocent people get hurt.

Everyone has their own perspective, Pahwa

But here's what I don't understand.

Are we watching them...

- or are they watching us? - Huh?

Every CCTV camera inside the bank is switched off.

Every camera outside is still on. Doesn't that tell you something?

It sounds smart, sir...

but I still don't get it.

Sir? Sir!

'Smell?'

'This smell is of chutney.'

- Sir! - Hmm?

- Pahwa. - Sir?

If you were the bank robber...

how long would it take you to rob a bank?

Sir... I'd have robbed it... and invested the money by now.

Then why are they taking so long?

They haven't even made a demand yet.

Sir, I think...

maybe they're still confused...

No.

They're not confused.

They know exactly why they're here.

That pregnant woman...

Her name is Keerat.

Call her.

- Huh? - Bring her here. Now.

Sir, she must've reached the hospital by now.

Listen, Pahwa.

Find her. Wherever she is.

If she's at the hospital... drag her from there.

Try. Try harder.

They say even God is found by those who keep looking.

She's the only woman.

I want her here... in five minutes.

Sorry, ma'am. We put you through a lot.

We apologise.

Did you notice anything unusual

inside the bank?

No, sir.

Those robbers... were actually very decent people.

Did you notice anything unusual?

Any movement...

anything that seemed out of place?

No, sir.

Even the smallest detail.

Anything at all?

No, sir.

Wait... there were three of them.

One of them kept going downstairs...

then coming back up.

Downstairs?

Sir, the locker vault is downstairs.

If money could speak...

today, it'd be speaking Punjabi.

Incredible. Simply incredible.

Unbelievable.

Sir... what's going on?

The whole trick... is about the money.

It's all about the money.

Get it, Pahwa?

Sounds impressive,

sir... but I still don't get it.

I was waiting for your call.

Babbar ji... when we were kids, magic tricks

amazed us.

The magician would pull a ball from one hand...

and a pigeon from the other.

We always wondered...

how the hell did he do that?

Get to the point, Dhingra.

The point is...

that little boy has grown up.

Now I know... the trick was never the magic.

It was misdirection.

Dhingra, stop playing games with me.

If you can't handle this, say it now.

I'm telling you, sir... this game is much bigger than it looks.

One man's waving the hand...

while someone else is pulling the strings...

And why should you care?

I am giving it to you, right?

Because... something doesn't add up.

When a cuckoo starts singing through a partridge...

you know something's wrong.

Enough, Dhingra. Stop speaking in riddles.

If you hide your belly from the gynaecologist...

don't expect a smooth delivery.

Fine. Tell me. What's this really about?

You're one sly fox, Dhingra...

You have to be, sir.

The world is two-faced.

It only understands the language of the stick.

Now tell me... what's the real issue?

Fine. Here's the truth.

There's a locker in that bank.

Number 402.

Inside it... is a pen drive.

It contains

all my accounts... bank statements...

and every dirty secret.

Not just mine. It has dirt

on some very powerful people.

Think about it,

If that drive gets out...

a lot of big names will go down.

That's why I hid it

in a tiny locker... in a small bank...

under a fake name. Understand?

Then how did the robbers know about it?

That's exactly why I called you.

End this.

Then come see me.

You'll get the flat... and the money.

Will you be able to do it?

If you want it done... consider it done.

Money makes fools of us all.

"Oh, Jugni has run away."

"Oh, Jugni has run away."

"Oh, Jugni has run away."

"Jugni has run away."

Do we have a blueprint of the bank?

No, sir. We only have black print.

Black?

Couldn't you find a worse layout than this?

We tried, sir. This was the worst.

Sir, this is the front entrance. That's the rear side.

Here's the restroom. That's the storage room.

And this is the main hall.

They partitioned it to make the locker room.

Any doors or windows at the back?

No, sir.

This bank has

a confusing layout.

Hmm... What's this?

That? That's the colour of the barfi.

I can see it's a barfi smudge.

What's behind it?

- Gas pipelines, sir. - Gas pipelines? Dangerous ones.

Don't even think of going behind them.

The robbers have planted bombs there.

One wrong move, and they'll blow up the entire bank.

We don't have time.

Sorry, brother. I missed your call.

I was in the washroom.

No problem, Mr. Dhingra.

These things happen in such situations

You really enjoy riddles, don't you?

Well then...

Here's one for you.

What is the one thing...

That only works when it's broken?

A riddle?

Mr. Dhingra, you...

The answer is an egg.

And that's exactly what you'll get.

One hour. That's all you get.

State your demands and get lost.

The media's had enough entertainment.

Sir.

- Has the task force arrived? - Yes, sir.

Turn off all the lights.

- Cut the internet. - Get ready!

- Sir. - Let's move, Pahwa.

Where to, sir?

To put an end to this game.

The benefit of the darkness is ours and the robbers' as well.

"Your love is sweeter than jaggery. The whole world is bitter."

"Because of you, I left the world."

"Your love is sweeter than jaggery. The whole world is bitter."

"Because of you, I left the world."

"I will honour this..."

"I will honour this friendship with a firm hand."

"I’d do anything at your word. I am quite the hunter."

"I can handle everything, such is my stature."

"I will honour this friendship..."

"with a firm hand."

"I will honour this friendship with a firm hand."

Surrender!

Put your guns down. Look over there.

If even one bullet is fired, all of you will die.

Think about it.

"Only those who have the courage will be victorious."

"The game is mine, and the world is mine."

"Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen."

"All the firecrackers are going to turn out to be duds."

"No matter how great the trouble, I never put up with anything."

"I could even commit murder for you."

"I will honour this friendship..."

"with a firm hand."

"I will honour this friendship with a firm hand."

"Your love is sweeter than jaggery. The whole world is bitter."

"Because of you, I left the world."

"I will honour this..."

"I will honour this friendship with a firm hand."

"I’d do anything at your word. I am quite the hunter."

"I am quite the hunter."

"I can handle everything, such is my stature."

"I will honour this friendship..."

"with a firm hand."

"I will honour this friendship with a firm hand."

This is a disaster!

Get back! Move back!

Hey! Sir! Sir! Just one comment, please.

What are you doing here? Let us do our job. Move back!

You're forgetting the power of the pen, sir.

The pen is useless these days. The camera doesn't lie...

but you make it show whatever you want it to see.

Now move! Move back!

Sir, what's your plan of action?

What is considered bad...

Yet people are still told to swallow it?

The answer is...

Anger.

- Who are you? - I'm the one...

Who just bruised your ego.

It's alright, my friend. That's life.

Let's try again.

Tell me...

Do you really think we've been playing hide and seek all morning?

Why? And for whom?

- For whom? - For you, sir. Only for you.

We had to lure you here...

To the right place... At the right time.

Because in every crisis...

A corrupt minister has only one card to play.

And that's our ACP... Mr. Dhingra.

If all you wanted was to meet me...

You could've met me at the milk dairy where I go to buy milk.

If I wanted that, I'd have met you there.

But if you're hunting an elephant...

You need a bigger field, don't you, sir?

A milk booth doesn't offer the same thrill...

As bringing a man like you here.

Now I'm standing right in front of you.

Tell me... What do you want?

Mr. Dhingra... You've solved so many cases.

A perfect track record.

- But how? - What do you mean?

What's your secret? How do you crack a case?

Any principle? Any pattern? Any fixed psychology?

Why did the crime happen? How did it happen?

And what was the motive?

That's the foundation of every investigation.

And you believe... Anyone who fits those principles...

Must be the criminal?

Can't those very principles...

Be manipulated to frame an innocent person?

What are you trying to say?

Get to the point.

Have you ever abused your power...

To destroy an innocent person?

Taken away their identity...

Their self-respect... Their dignity...

Defeated them so brutally...

That they're trapped...

Neither dead nor alive?

If you're going to keep talking nonsense... Should I hang up?

Get to the point.

Here's the point.

It's 2:30 now.

The bank closes at 5:30.

I'm giving you three hours.

Before time runs out...

You will tell the whole world...

That you abused your authority... For your own selfish interests...

And destroyed an innocent life.

Who are you talking about?

Which case? Who's the innocent person?

Three hours is plenty... To remember the case, Mr. Dhingra.

- Listen... - Do as you're told, Dhingra.

Or not a single hostage will make it out alive.

Three hours.

Or I'll blacken your face...

And parade you through the entire city.

You'll curse the day you were born. Do you understand?

I'll walk away right in front of you, Dhingra.

And you won't be able to stop me.

Watch the clock. Three hours.

By Tuesday... I want your final answer.

Otherwise... I'll book your daughter Minty's ticket

for Wednesday morning.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

And send me the flat's location along with other details.

If you want to take responsibility for your daughter...

Then prove you're a responsible father.

Damn it!

Hello. Who's in charge here?

Yes, madam? What's the matter?

What's the matter? Look what you've printed!

- Where's the editor? - The editor?

I'm the editor.

- 'Here? - Then what's he doing here?

If there's a problem, tell me.

- There is a problem! - A problem?

Let's step outside and talk.

I'm the editor.

That's fine. Now, let's step outside and talk.

- 'I don't understand. - What are you trying to say?

Now let's step outside and talk.

'What is he saying?'

- 'Let’s go outside and talk. - What?'

- 'Outside? - Yes, outside.'

'Yes, now tell me.'

- 'What's this? - This is the problem!

This is my newspaper.

Congratulations. Now open it and see what you've done.

Why should I open it? I printed it?

Look at this column. This is my sister, Ishreen.

I placed an ad for my beauty products...

With my pretty pic.

And oh, no! What rotten luck!

Look at this. In the very same spot...

You've printed a politician's face!

What have you done?

- What? - Hello!'

You've printed the politician's photo in my ad...

And my photo in the politician's!

What is this? Look! Take it!

- 'Oh, man! - What the hell!'

'Soni!'

'Yes, sir?'

What's going on here?

My glasses were out for repair, so I couldn't see properly.

That's why there was a small printing error.

Small?

A small error?

Do you have any idea what you've done?

Exactly!

That politician will sue us!

What will people think of us? Who's going to vote for him now?

'Is he for real?'

Hey, wait a second!

His image isn't ruined. Ours is!

You swapped my photo with the politician's!

Who's going to trust my products now?

Say something! Go on!'

- Easy... Calm down. - I will just...'

Listen carefully. And you listen too.

By tomorrow's edition, this mistake must be corrected

with a proper apology. Otherwise...

I'm Nimrat Kaur.

Freelance investigative journalist and blogger.

Remember that name. Let's go.

Here... keep this.

What a beautiful name!

How could anyone forget it?

Dr. Sodhi sent a message.

Nimrat's surgery is scheduled today at 7:30 p.m.

Her chances of survival are very slim.

Only three percent.

Your phone's broken, sir. Use mine. It's a better one.

Pahwa, my daughter gave me this phone.

You can't put a price on emotions.

Oh, it's ringing!

That's my phone, sir.

Hello? Yes.

One moment. Sir, it's for you.

- For me? - It's the Cyber Geek. Jassi Spider.

- On your phone? - Yeah, my phone.

Go ahead.

Mr. Dhingra, you only remember me when everything goes sideways.

You've hired me as your emergency sidekick.

Get to the point.

Hey! Move aside!

Can't you see an express delivery is in progress?

Got it? Now get lost!

"Jassi Spider."

Are you upset?

My hands are completely dry.

Dry... chill

Mr. Dhingra, you use me for all your off-the-record work.

From cyber hacks to informers, I'm your go-to guy.

But when it's time to pay...

you suddenly become ACP Dhingra.

Listen, I'm already under enough pressure.

Don't add to it.

I'm not running away. You'll get your money.

Just tell me what you've got.

Then remember one thing, Mr. Dhingra.

I'd love to make a fake video, leak it to India's Most Wanted,

and get you killed in an encounter.

The ACP before you went missing last Diwali...

Nobody's found him yet.

Go ahead. Get me killed in an encounter.

But first... tell me something about them.

These robbers are smart, sir.

The phone they used to call you...

Was registered with a fake ID.

What about the bank's CCTV?

I checked the footage from the last three months.

Total waste of time.

Now, when are you going to pay me?

Let me do my job first. You'll get your money.

I'm not going anywhere.

Good. I'm not letting you go either.

What do you want? Should I get you their Aadhaar cards too?

Maybe then you'll finally figure out who they are.

Are you making fun of me?

Who started it?

Come on, tell me something useful.

Find a technical glitch.

Crack their foolproof plan.

Do something... And find them.

Oh, sir...

Wait... easy. Come here.

I said, wait. Come here.

"They were stripped of their dignity."

"They were beaten so brutally..."

"That they're still suffering..."

"Neither dead nor alive."

Play it again.

"They were stripped of their dignity."

"They were beaten so brutally..."

"That they're still suffering..."

- "Neither dead nor alive." - Play one more time.

"They were stripped of their dignity."

"They were defeated so brutally..."

"That they're still suffering..."

- "Neither dead nor alive." - Play again.

Sir... What are you looking for?

Pahwa... I've solved the mystery from A to Z.

Only one thing is missing... The "Y." The "why."

"Did you ever abuse your power..."

"To destroy an innocent person?"

'Before time runs out,'

"You will confess before the whole world..."

"That you destroyed an innocent person..."

"For your own selfish gain."

"Which case are you talking about?"

If I can find the "why"...

The whole mystery will be solved.

Who are these people...

Who planned all this so perfectly?

What makes you think they planned it so well?

Because... If I were in their place...

I'd have done exactly the same.

Now the real question is...

They managed to get in.

But how are they planning to get out?

Yes, Jassi.

Go through all my old cases.

Look for anyone who was disabled... Had a serious medical history...

Or whose family was involved.

Find them. Find where they are and send me everything.

- Fast. Got it?

Dhingra Ji, sometimes I feel like getting you

bumped off in a freak accident.

Let's get out of here.

That's not what I meant... Don't take it the wrong way.

I'm actually police too.

I just happen to wear a kurta pyjama.

Come on, Jassi. We don't have time.

When do you ever have time?

Then you'll ask me to solve a case in ten minutes.

Go solve it in ten minutes.

- Very funny. Now get moving. - Okay.

Papa, don't forget my Superman costume.

You promised you'd come this evening. Don't forget, okay?

- Pahwa! - Yes, sir?

What happened to the Superman costume?

Sir, the problem is...

We can't find one in your size.

Oh, so you've suddenly started speaking Hindi?

Sorry, sir. I meant...

Superman costumes...

- are made for kids. - I understand Hindi.

- But you listen in Punjabi. - Yes, sir.

It's three o'clock.

And I have to be at the school before seven.

Search heaven and earth.

Find it wherever you can.

If you have to get one stitched... Then get it stitched.

But get me that Superman costume.

Understood?

- Balli! - Yes, sir? - Follow me.

Three unidentified robbers. No one knows their motive.

No one knows what they want.

Right now, the biggest question in the city is... What is the secret?

The secret that has left

even ACP Dhingra baffled...

Who is the person...

These robbers claim they were wronged?

Who is he? What's his name?

Take off my blindfold! Take it off!

Take off my blindfold!

No...

Don't do it, Mr. Manager.

If you remove the blindfold... You'll bring disaster upon yourself.

Thank you...

For your cooperation.

Found the crucial clue!

But, sir... Who's going to handle the robbers here?

You are.

I'm doomed.

She's the journalist and blogger, Nimrat Kaur, right?

The one who spent an entire year...

Caught up in court cases and a media circus.

But what does this case have to do with her?

Out of all your cases...

She's the only one with such a long medical history.

I'm sure there's a connection.

Are you sure?

Absolutely, boss.

You should do

some detective work yourself.

I'm Jassi Spider, not Spider-Man.

I don't have superpowers to do all your dirty work.

Thanks.

Daughter?

Hey! Get lost!

Payment was done online.

If items keep getting left over from orders like this,

my work will keep going smoothly.

This woman has been under treatment for the last eighteen months.

Seven major surgeries. Two brain operations.

Brain therapy. Nothing has worked.

This evening... we're making one final attempt.

But honestly... her chances of survival

are very slim.

Who's paying for her treatment?

Her sister. And someone else...

who's been fighting to save her for the last eighteen months.

Who is he?

I can't disclose that information.

Name!

Sir, I have many patients.

- I can't reveal names like that. - Name!

I need to check the records... I have to...

Name!

Sir, I'm not authorised...

Look, Doctor...

If I throw you off this terrace...

You'll become a patient in your own hospital.

Akaal Singh.

And Ishreen Kaur.

Those are their names.

That's all I know.

Thank you.

We've got our suspects. Nimrat's sister is Ishreen.

And she's with a man named Akaal.

Nimrat... You're a renowned investigative journalist.

I run a small newspaper.

Why don't we work together?

'We can,'

'but is this big press yours?'

'No, I am not in a position to have that.'

'It belongs to the Minister, Mr. Babbar.'

'I just run his newspaper.'

'Do you know Babbar?'

'I know him... But he doesn't know me.'

'He is a reputed man. Tell me, will you do it now?'

'I just write the truth.'

'Consider this press yours.'

'You can write whatever you want. No one will stop you.'

'I don't write as subtly as you do.'

'Maybe you can become my inspiration.'

'You know, the truth has to face challenges.'

'Will you do it, hmm?'

'We'll do it together.'

'All right.'

"I have given you a place close to God."

"At least once, come close to my heart."

"I will make a place for you. You are my moon, my beloved."

"You are my moon, my beloved."

"You are my moon, my beloved."

"You are my moon, my beloved."

"You don't understand the feelings,"

"I have surrendered myself to you."

"You are my moon... You are my moon, my beloved."

"You are my moon, my beloved."

"You are my moon, my beloved."

"Oh my beloved, the colour of your love"

"is beginning to take hold of me."

"Oh my beloved, the colour of your love"

"is beginning to take hold of me."

"I don't feel like doing anything without you."

Look... A lion... A lion stands for Singh. For courage.

Akaal Singh.

As long as this coin is in your hand...

You'll never feel weak.

My grandfather carried this very coin...

As he fought those

who tried to destroy Punjab.

Akaal...

This is the strength...

That will make you fearless... (Nirbhau)

And free from hatred. (Nirvair)

In every battle of life...

This coin will ignite the fire within you...

And remind you who you truly are.

Keep it.

"Without your presence, life cannot be lived."

"I see true dreams with you, always with you."

"Without your presence, life cannot be lived."

"I see true dreams with you, always with you."

"The one who has no trade of their own,"

"we share the same breath."

"I find you, my moon, we both are on the same side."

"I will remember you. I will worry about you."

"I will remember you. I will worry about you"

"in the evening and the morning."

"You are my moon... You are my moon, my beloved."

"You are my moon, my beloved."

Here, have some bread, stop this, and eat.

"You are my moon, my beloved."

'Wow, my lion!'

'You made this for me? Thank you!'

'Now that you've made it yourself, you should feed it to me, too.'

"All the happiness in the world..."

'What's going on?'

'Hey?'

Here's a riddle for you, Nimrat.

What is it...

What can be sliced...

Yet always remains whole?

'Hm?'

The answer is... Time.

Today... We're only searching your house.

Tomorrow... We might "find" packets of narcotics too.

Ten grams... Fifty grams...

A hundred grams...

Half a kilo...

Or even a full kilo.

Then tell me... How will you escape a non-bailable warrant?

Maa called this morning.

'Hmm.'

She wanted to know when we're coming home.

'What did you say?'

'I told her you were busy.'

'Why?'

'What else was I supposed to say?'

'How long are you going to stay trapped in this endless fight?'

'Akaal, there's no need to beat around the bush.'

'Why don't you just come out and say'

'that I should make the drugs case go away?'

'Minister Babbar is corrupt, all right,'

'but you’ve joined hands with him too, haven't you?'

'Nimrat, you don't know Babbar and Dhingra.'

'They're powerful. And they're dangerous.'

'I don't know? He says I don't know.'

'You got 500 calls in five minutes.'

'Why? To put emotional pressure on me.'

'Nimrat... Please understand.'

'Hey, I am not afraid of any Dhingra or Babbar.'

'I told you that already.'

'Nimrat... Listen to me.'

'Listen to me, Nimrat.'

'Akaal isn't wrong.'

'You have no idea who you're up against.'

'They're monsters, Nimrat.'

'Wow! You're also talking like him. You've joined him as well?'

'Nimrat... Please. You're my sister. How can I not worry?'

'Nimrat... Please!'

'Nimrat!!!'

'You are not worthy of this.'

'You don't deserve this.'

'Akaal, I had already said'

'that the truth has to face challenges.'

'What did you say then?'

'That we'll do it together.'

'Where did your commitment go? Where did that dedication go?'

'To bring about change, the inner fire must be awakened...'

'Nimrat!'

'Nimrat!'

'Nothing's going to happen to you.'

'Nimrat!'

'Ambulance!!'

'Nimrat.'

'Nimrat.'

'Hurry up!'

'A... Akaal?'

'Yes, Doctor?'

'I'm so sorry...'

'We couldn't save the baby.'

- 'The baby? - Yes.'

'Nimrat was three months pregnant.'

'Oh... You didn't know?'

'Oh, Lord!'

'Oh, Lord!'

'Oh, Lord! Oh, my Lord!'

Who do you think they are, sir?

Heroes or villains?

Does it matter?

Some fight for the hero. Others swear by the villain.

It's all a matter of perspective.

And don't ask me

such controversial questions again. Understood?

- Hello. Go ahead. - Dhingra ji... It's them.

What?

Whenever I tell you something important... You never get it.

I'm telling you... It's the same robbers.

Stapler... And Nimrat's sister, Ishreen.

The voice match is eighty percent.

It's confirmed.

They're the ones inside the bank...

You're looking in the wrong place.

A bunch of overconfident amateurs trying to pull off a bank heist?

What are they after... A tax rebate!

Today is Nimrat's final surgery.

She doesn't even have a three percent chance of survival.

They want you to confess your sins... So she can find closure.

- I'm sure that's what this is about. - Nonsense!

It's bigger than that.

How did you find out?

Remember Sudo?

Sudo? That injured hostage? Punjab's Punja?

The same one.

He just escaped from the hospital.

Ran away to the airport in a hospital gown.

For all we know... He's already on a flight to Canada.

After hacking the medical records...

Of your suspects, Charger and Bouncer...

I also collected blood samples... From Sudo's clothes.

Did the DNA match?

One hundred percent.

Just keep my money ready.

That's it. Case solved. File closed.

One question still remains.

Who is the third dacoit?

The third one?

Forgive me, Akaal.

I was the one driving that truck.

'You will have to fight this battle...'

'Nimrat!'

'Nimrat!'

I've committed an unforgivable sin.

I don't deserve your forgiveness.

Because of what I did... My son, Sonu...

Became a drug addict.

Sonu!

My son... Sonu

I never imagined... My own actions

would come back to haunt me.

If possible... Please forgive me.

If you're truly sorry...

Then do something to make it right.

Dhingra ji... When guilt takes hold...

It can break even the strongest man.

So that's how...

They got the information about Babbar's lockers...

And all his dirty secrets.

Inside the bank... Every phone was switched off.

Except one.

It was on... For just fifteen seconds.

Observe the legendary skills of Jassi Spider.

I tracked it within minutes.

Take a guess. Who do you think it was?

Quick.

The weakest link in the game.

Charger.

I'm sending you her details...

If you can save your reputation... Go save it.

Stop yapping.

Oh, right... I forgot.

You yourself need a clean reputation...

Before you can ruin someone else's.

- Hello? - Hello, Ishreen?

- Wh... who is this? - ACP Dhingra.

Don't hang up.

Your sister is in the hospital...

Nimrat Kaur, right?

What do you want?

Let's get straight to the point.

The two men with you... Are definitely going to prison.

If you end up there too...

Who's going to look after your sister?

I can keep you out of jail.

You have Dhingra's word.

Just answer one question.

What?

How are you planning to escape?

What's your exit plan?

Tell me... Or you'll pay the price.

If not for yourself... Think about your sister.

No... Please don't hurt Nimrat.

I'll tell you.

Stubble.

Do you know about stubble burning?

The smoke from burning fields?

It's not just smoke.

It's poison.

When that smoke rises...

We'll disappear with it.

When?

Fifteen minutes from now.

Fifteen minutes?

There is only Akaal. March forward like lions.

God is with us. This is all part of His plan.

Akaal... only Akaal.

Open it! Open it quickly!

March forward like lions.

"God is with us. This is all a ploy."

"Akaal... only Akaal. March on like lions."

"God is with us. This is all a ploy."

"It's a game. It's not for fun."

"Every move will make a new story."

"From the streets to the city treasure."

"Let's see if you can win the thunder."

The Great Punjab Robbery.

The Great Punjab Robbery.

The Great Punjab Robbery.

"Robbery..."

- Sir! - They're not robbers... They're hostages!

Sir... The guns are fake. So is everything else.

Dhingra! Search that side!

Move! Hurry! Come on! Follow me!

"The Timeless One is our strength."

This locker belongs to you, Babbar sir?

Huh?

But it's empty.

Was there something inside that vault, Babbar sir?

Tell us, sir.

Tell us. Was it empty... Or was there something inside?

Come on,

let's go.

Come on, let's go!

Sir! Quick! Come over here!

Where are the robbers?

Over there.

Balli. Yes, sir?

Sir... He's alive!

That's not blood. It's chole kulche chutney.

'Smell?'

That's chutney, isn't it?

Jugni has run away...

Jugni has run away...

Sir...

Those scoundrels had cameras installed.

They were watching our every move.

What do you mean?

It means... The birds flew away...

With the cage.

Then what was robbed?

- Nothing. - Who died?

Nobody.

- What was stolen? - Nothing.

Then what exactly did the robbers do?

Nothing.

Am I dreaming?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Untie the hostages.

Dhingra Ji... Have you seen Fast & Furious?

What?

Time to turn into Vin Diesel...

And floor it to Akaal Chetan Ujala Press...

Your three stooges...

Stapler, Charger, and Bouncer...

Have just switched their phones on.

And guess where they're showing up?

Right there.

The bird has flown away...

The bird has flown away...

So tell me... What happened inside that bank?

A robbery... Or patriotism?

How are you?

- Huh? - Yes?

- How are you here? - Excuse me?

How did you get out of the bank?

Sir... I have no idea what you're talking about.

Is this some kind of joke?

Look...

I've been running around like a rocket all day...

Because of you.

The minister's breathing down my neck.

I haven't even had time

to use the bathroom.

Now tell me... How did you get here?

Sir... We've been here since morning.

We're live on air.

Everyone here can vouch for it.

- Go ahead. Ask them. - Inspector...

- Huh? - If you still don't believe us...

Check this. Here's the footage of us leaving the press...

At 3:17.

It's all on record. You can verify it.

Akaal... You've made a fool of me.

I'm impressed.

What are you doing?

Your DNA matched...

The sample from one of the hostages.

Sir... When Sudo escaped... There was a struggle.

That's when the blood and hair samples...

Matched her DNA...

Sir?

Sir, this happened...

Yesterday evening... At the press.

At the press?

Yes, sir.

I've watched all the hostage statements.

They're viral now.

Sudo came here yesterday evening... To print his visa thingy...

His jacket got caught in the printing machine.

I was here. We all helped pull him free.

That's when I got hurt.

Of course our DNA would match...

My nail even broke yesterday.

Are you going to arrest me for that too?

So...

Sudo was wearing the same clothes...

From yesterday evening until today?

I don't know about the clothes.

But it was the same jacket.

That's where your DNA sample came from.

Any proof?

- Sudo. - Myself, Sudo, influencer.

Ask Sudo.

I heard he's still in the hospital.

He left an hour ago.

Caught a flight to Canada.

Then how do we verify it?

Let's go. Move!

Sir... Can we at least see the arrest warrant?

We're not arresting you.

We're taking you into custody.

Shut it down. Move!

Record everything.

Akaal alone prevails. March on like lions.

God is with us. This is all part of His plan.

A dramatic new twist in the robbery case.

Punjab Police has taken Akaal Singh...

Editor of Akaal Chetan Ujala...

Along with two others, into custody.

Dhingra... Did you catch them? Did you recover the pen drive?

Sir... The investigation is still on.

Listen, Dhingra.

If they don't hand over that pen drive...

Finish them.

That pen drive must never surface.

Babbar Ji... You never told me...

You were behind the truck that hit Nimrat.

What? You didn't know? That's surprising.

I threatened Nimrat...

But you used me as your pawn.

You fired the gun... From my shoulder.

Don't forget, Dhingra.

You took a hefty payoff...

To bury this case.

Now listen carefully. Bring me that pen drive.

This... Is your last chance.

Or you'll lose everything.

Your home. Your family. Your land.

Even your precious daughter. What's her name again?

Minty.

Now go. Find it!

Shoot.

Mr. Dhingra...

I've figured out all your moves.

I've been watching you. If you still want to make your move...

Go ahead.

Shoot.

You don't understand.

This case isn't just my job.

It's my necessity.

And when necessity takes over...

A man can go to any extent.

Where's the pen drive?

You've heard the story of the demon and the parrot?

The demon's life was hidden in the parrot.

We're all demons.

Our lives are hidden somewhere.

Maybe... Your parrot is Nimrat.

You've risked everything for her... Haven't you?

Right now... She's fighting for

her life in that hospital.

Think carefully, Akaal. What if...

A nurse makes one tiny mistake...

On someone's orders...

And Nimrat loses... Her last chance to live?

Think about it.

I'm asking you one last time.

How did you escape the bank?

Mr. Dhingra... What do you think I was doing...

Sitting outside the ICU... For eighteen months?

I spent every day... Planning how to make

monsters like you... Pay for what they did.

What are you talking about?

Your parrot is in danger too, Dhingra.

Your daughter.

She's at school, isn't she?

If anything happens to my daughter...

- Papa! - Minty!

Daughters change your life, your destiny, Dhingra.

When the time comes... Every father is willing...

To carry his child's pain.

Just like your daughter... Is carrying yours today.

You're right.

I'm paying...

For my own sins.

If I hadn't done it... Someone else would have.

That's politics.

Akaal... Nimrat is innocent.

I did it... On Babbar's orders.

Life is like an echo, Dhingra. It always comes back.

The way you send it out...

Is the way it returns.

Yours and Babbar's dirty secrets...

Have already been leaked to the media.

The video was fake, Dhingra.

A deepfake.

- Minty. - Papa!

Minty!

Where's the Superman costume you were supposed to come in with?

Look... Your papa is Superman now.

Papa... That's not Superman.

That's Spider-Man.

You're right. I'm more like Spider-Man.

Just like him... Your father has to pay the price for his mistakes.

Don't trouble your mom, okay? Bless you.

Take her.

Papa... You were my Superman.

And you'll always be my Superman.

You're the best father in the world.

The dramatic hostage crisis that gripped Punjab all day...

Finally came to an end.

The shocking revelations...

Have sent shock waves through Punjab's political circles.

A non-bailable warrant has been issued...

Against Minister H.S. Babbar...

And ACP Zorawar Dhingra of the Punjab Special Task Force.

Investigators have uncovered substantial evidence...

Linking both men...

To drug trafficking and multiple criminal activities.

- A minor bank robbery... - It held 5,000 Bitcoins,

and he's claiming there were 3,000.

Hey, we got totally fooled!

I've been framed!

Please... Don't embarrass me, sir.

Please don't.

- Hmm. - Let's go.

Hey, robbers!

How did you get out of the bank?

Pray... We never cross paths again.

Because next time...

Dhingra... Will be ready for you.

Eighteen months, six days, and sixteen hours...

I sat outside Nimrat's ICU room, holding on to hope.

That maybe something would change.

Maybe a miracle would happen.

But nothing changed.

Not Nimrat's condition inside...

Nor the system outside.

That's when I realised...

If you want to right a wrong,

you have to stand up for yourself.

I couldn't give Nimrat a new life...

But I could give her a peaceful goodbye.

We attempted to stir the stagnant waters...

Of a rotten system.

An attempt to make our police force realise...

How important it is...

To care for their own physical...

And mental well-being, along with society's.

An attempt...

To cleanse the poison of addiction...

That has seeped into the air of Punjab.

So that no elderly father...

Has to mourn the loss of his young son.

An attempt to tighten the screws...

Of our justice system...

So ordinary people can take justice home...

Instead of another court date.

But can a small pebble...

Really stir the swamp of corruption?

Can the hawk always soar high enough...

To catch and punish the guilty?

Maybe not.

"Brace yourselves... the system is about to shake."

"Sir, you're forgetting the power of the pen."

"Sir... just a moment."

"Which pen are you talking about, Madam?"

"The Great Punjab Robbery."

"The Great Punjab Robbery."

"I'll walk away right in front of you, Dhingra..."

"And you won't be able to stop me."

"Just wait and watch"

'From now... 15 minutes from now.'

'15 minutes?'

"The Great Punjab Robbery."

"The Great Punjab Robbery."

"No... don't make that mistake, Mr. Manager."

"If you remove the blindfold, it'll be a disaster."

"Maybe... maybe not."

But one thing is always...

In our hands.

We can always try.

"I'm sorry. The chances of her..."

"regaining consciousness are only three percent."

"If she opens her eyes, she'll survive."

Amidst all this, there is someone else...

Watching... listening... Witnessing every injustice.

Silently enduring it all.

And she...

is also seen.

"The Great Punjab."

"Our eyes' dream."

"The Great Punjab."

"The Great Punjab."

"The Great Punjab."

"Punjab has a legacy of revolutionaries."

"When it comes to a fight, we never back down."

"Hawks never remain confined in a cage."

"The Great Punjab."

"Our eyes' dream."

"The aura is distinct,"

"and we possess boundless courage."

"The Great Punjab."

"The Great Punjab."

"Where one steps, the path forms,"

"the roar of the lions silences the breath of the jackals."

"With straight foreheads, we call out to the left flank,"

"and with a pull of the trigger, we silence those who stand against us."

"Step aside, only lions are born here."

"The rest have strength in thought."

"Brave boys have strength in the hereafter."

"Our head is accepted for the sacrifice because we never bend."

"If you hit one, a hundred will come. Our community will never end."

"With open days and open nights, ask about our history."

"Those who stand, those who rise, it makes no difference to the arm."

"We give the call with flags on the roads and standing cars."

"We open the gates and attack at twelve o'clock."

"The water has risen over the head."

"The horses have crossed the narrow path."

"Now the war against drugs is on,"

"and the battle between right and wrong continues."

"The Great Punjab."

"Our eyes' dream."

"The aura is distinct,"

"and we possess boundless courage."

"The Great Punjab."

"The Great Punjab."

"The youth are driven to the immoral path,"

"who know how to run the shops of politics."

"Truth is difficult to speak, even if the joints and knees get hurt,"

"those who run ahead will never be found."

"Those who wrong anyone, they are not forgiven."

"They are milk-like, hypocritical, who impose two-facedness."

"The shirt of honour does not tolerate pressure."

"The Great Punjab."

"Our eyes' dream."

"The aura is distinct,"

"and we possess boundless courage."

"The Great Punjab."

"The Great Punjab."

"The Great Punjab."