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[Reporter] 'The same Guddan who was...'

- '...released from jail yesterday...' - How are you related to the victim?

He's my nephew.

[Reporter] 'The police have nothing to...'

The kids were playing just around here.

Two guys came on a motorcycle, dressed in black, helmets on their heads.

They stopped the bike right here...

They picked up my younger son, held him at gunpoint...

He yelled "Guddan" once or twice...

I suspected they were here for Guddan.

[Title Montage]

What happened?

Guddan called me early in the morning.

He was going to tell me that man's name.

He didn't tell you the name over the phone?

No. I didn't even ask him.

As soon as I was near the house, I heard gunshots.

As I got out of my car, I saw a bike speeding away.

So you didn't see the murder happen?

But I can describe the bike to you in detail.

There's no point. It was a stolen bike.

They dumped it at the traffic light and fled in a taxi.

You should've given Guddan police protection!

Why?

Because he's your client?

And because he was going to give us a big gangster's name?

There's a long line of people waiting for police protection...

...and there is still no guarantee that he would've got it.

His blood is on your hands, Lawyer Sahiba.

Had he been in jail, he'd still be alive today.

[jail inmates banging plates]

I got a call at 5 a.m. The same guy who'd called earlier.

How do you know it was the same guy?

From his voice. It was the same guy.

He said, "The guy who ran over your brother, his name's Guddan."

A Bhaiyya."

He even told me where to find him.

Who went to kill him?

Satnam's my brother. You think I'd let anyone else go in my stead?

What if the cops come?

Let them come. They will not find anything against me.

But the word in here is completely different.

What?

That Pandit was behind the hit.

They're saying Pandit was behind the hit?

Wow... Jail must be quite boring.

Doesn't mom say, "What will an idle son do?"

"Just keep transferring the wheat from one room to another."

[woman1] Abeer Khosla's account, Ma'am?

[Sheel] 'Yes, that's the one. Abeer Khosla.'

'10 lakhs have been withdrawn from that account?'

[woman 1] 'Yes, ma'am.'

'That withdrawal was made by his father, Bishan Khosla.'

Can Bishan withdraw money from that account?

[woman 1] 'Ma'am, the power of attorney is in his name.'

Oh...

So has he transferred the money into his own account?

[woman 1] 'No, Ma'am, he withdrew all of it in cash.'

Cash?

Okay, thank you.

Abeer?

- Where's Abeer? - He's sleeping.

Please wake him up. Tell him I've come to pick him up.

And where do you plan to take him?

He came here to get away from you.

What did he say to you?

A lot. But I want to hear your version.

Are we in court? His version, my version...

Stop playing games and please call him. Abeer!

Bishan! I can also call the cops if you don't tell me everything.

What's there to tell?

What is this business of suddenly running off to London?

So you know, I see.

What has happened that you want to flee the country?

Who are you running from?

And the money I put in Abeer's account every month...

...you withdrew 10 lakhs from that account?!

Are you spying on me?

Do you owe someone money?

Or are you in some kind of trouble?

You're my grandson's father. I will help you.

Please stop interfering in our lives. That will be help enough!

- Abeer! - Bishan! Leave my house!

Get out of my house!

[Sheel] 'Get out! Or I'll call the police!'

Go!

Can I get a glass of water?

[notification sound]

RUMA: GUDDAN HAS BEEN MURDERED.

Thank you.

About a month ago, I received a phone call.

One of Abeer's teachers, she wanted to meet me.

So?

So? I went and met her.

Where?

At a coffee shop.

What's the name?

- Whose? - The coffee shop's.

To the left of Abeer's college, at a distance of 127 feet, lies Joe's Cafe.

I met her there.

And then?

Then she told me that...

...she and Abeer...

...between them... something was up...

How old is that teacher?

She must be 10 years older than Abeer.

I told her I don't want to hear anymore.

She then told me she was pregnant.

Then she asked me for money.

Does Abeer know you met his teacher?

Abeer doesn't even know that she's pregnant.

And I don't want him to ever find out.

Please.

That's why I withdrew the money from the bank.

I didn't have enough at the time.

I'll return all of it.

What did you get from that teacher in return for all that money?

First off, I told her to get an abortion...

...and then to stay away from Abeer for good.

And you believed her so easily?

How do you know she's telling the truth?

Did you ask her for any proof?

I was dealing with a similar case a year and a half ago...

...where the boy's family asked the girl for proof.

The matter got out of hand and the boy's life was ruined.

Ten lakhs is nothing compared to my son's life.

What's that teacher's name?

How does it matter?

I asked you, what's her name?

Listen, what's happened has happened.

You wanted to know where the money went, well, I've told you.

Please leave it at that.

Abeer?

Abeer.

Abeer, wake up. Abeer.

C'mon, wake up. Get up.

We've to go home.

What about London?

We're not going anywhere. C'mon.

But... you said the cops would arrest you.

Never mind that, it's all over. Now c'mon, get up.

- What's over? - Come...

You're still hiding something from me!

You're acting like none of this has anything to do with me!

Abeer, trust me. I'll tell you everything at home! I promise.

I promise... Now c'mon, get up.

You could've stayed for two more days...

Grandma, I'll come back soon.

Sure you will. Don't learn to lie so much, like your father.

Alright, go, and pick up when I call.

Yes.

- Carry on. - Okay, Grandma, bye.

I'll take your leave, then.

[Reporter] 'The gang war between the Pathankotiye and Pandit began...'

'...when a couple of weeks ago, Satbir Mudki's elder son, Satnam...

'...was injured in a road accident.'

'According to crime experts say...'

'...that this road accident was actually an attempt on Satnam's life.'

'The victim in this morning's incident has been identified as...'

'...Shashi Tiwari, a.k.a Guddan.'

[Reporter] 'The victim in this morning's incident has been identified as...'

'...Shashi Tiwari, a.k.a Guddan.'

What games are you playing with us?

Aren't you scared for your children's lives even a little bit?

You told him to stay in our house.

Did you even consider asking me once?

Indu, I swear, I didn't think that...

I don't know what you're doing or what you're thinking!

You hide everything from me.

I'm leaving you.

What?

And I'm taking the kids with me too.

Indu, just listen to me, don't...

Answer his call.

Answer his call!

Not now.

Kashi, answer it and tell him Guddan will burn...

...and so will our lives along with him!

Tell him!

Hello?

Can we talk?

[Kashi] 'No, we can't. I don't even want to talk to you.'

Don't ever call on this number again!

I don't even want to see you anywhere near my house, Judge Sahib!

You've destroyed everything in my life!

- F**k! - Kashi!

[Reporter] 'The police sources say...'

'...that the murder which happened this morning...'

'...is related to the same gang war...'

- '...that's been escalating...' -[Bishan] 'Ruma?'

'...on the streets of Ludhiana over the past week.'

'The gang war between the Pathankotiye and Pandit began...'

[knocking on door]

- Ruma, please open the door! - 'Satbir Mudki's elder son, Satnam...'

'...was injured in a road accident.'

'The victim in this morning's incident has been identified as...'

'...Shashi Tiwari, a.k.a Guddan.'

'The victim in this morning's incident has been identified as...'

'...Shashi Tiwari, a.k.a Guddan.'

'The police sources say...'

'...that the murder which happened this morning...'

'...is related to the same gang war...'

'...that's been escalating on the streets of Ludhiana over the past week.'

Ruma, is this a f*****g joke! Open the door, please!

You yourself chose this profession!

Criminals, murderers, child rapists...

It'll always be these people who will be your clients for the rest of your life!

And they'll be paying for your daily bread and butter.

Do you hear me?!

[Bishan] 'Ruma!'

This is not an easy profession, do you understand?! Ruma!

Now you're going to have to decide...

...whether you'll wade through this filth or not!

Whether you'll live with these wolves or not?

Are you listening to me?

Ruma!

[switch clicks]

Dad, when will you come to pick us up?

Anil, get inside.

[lullaby sings]

♪Why is this world upside-down?♪

♪Where a lock opens the key♪

♪The house is in this lock♪

♪Inside this house is a barn♪

♪Why is this world upside-down?♪

♪Where a lock opens the key♪

♪The house is in this lock♪

♪Inside this house is a barn♪

♪Where the mouth is in the teeth♪

♪The plate lies in the food♪

♪The cotton is stuffed with pillows♪

♪And the cup is in the tea♪

♪Why is this world upside-down?♪

♪Where a lock opens the key♪

♪The house is in this lock♪

- ♪Inside this house is a barn♪ - Abeer! Abeer!

What is it?

I'm heading out. I'll be back in 2 hours.

Dad, I have been asking you since yesterday...

...but you're still not telling me.

There's a law. Code of Criminal Procedure, section 57 and 41.

Are you aware of this law?

No.

The police can arrest a suspect and remand them in custody for 24 hours...

...until they figure out if the suspect has committed the said crime or not.

Section 151.

So what happened? Did they find anything?

This morning I found out that it was all a rumour.

Actually...

I got a little scared.

I thought they'd arrest me.

And you'd be left all alone.

Then, I also worried that they'd arrest you too.

So my first instinct was to flee.

In retrospect, I think I was being very foolish.

Anyways, I'll leave now.

Take care.

My grandson studies in your college. Abeer Khosla.

He's a very good student. Very bright.

I heard there was something between him...

...and a teacher from your college.

Something that shouldn't happen between a teacher and a student...

You know what I mean?

You are talking about Amrita, right?

I don't know the teacher's name.

[school bell ringing]

Amrita Singh. Sports teacher.

She's still working here?

If it were up to me, I'd have already thrown her out.

So who's it up to?

Abeer's father, Judge Khosla.

What... what had happened?

Bye.

Hello. Amrita?

Yes?

Amrita?

Um...I'm Abeer's grandmother.

Uh... I wanted to speak to you... can we sit somewhere? Coffee?

We can speak here, Ma'am. It's okay.

Sorry, Ma'am, cigarettes aren't allowed here.

Oh... sorry.

I uh... I found out about you and Abeer...

I just wanted to ask you a few questions about that...

And please don't think...

...I'm accusing you of something or anything of the sort...

Do you and Abeer have a physical relationship? I mean, did you?

What? Do you ask people any old shit?

Literally, any shit that pops up in your head?

So will you laugh at my next question as well?

I'm dying to hear your next question. Please continue.

Has Abeer ever gotten you pregnant?

I've never been pregnant in my life.

Would you like to get my medical tests done to confirm?

Has Abeer's father, Bishan Khosla, ever given you money?

Why on earth would he give me money?

So that you keep your mouth shut.

You all are a bunch of psychos!

What is wrong with you all?

You know what, Ma'am. Please, I'm sorry, but go from here. Please.

Leave me alone, Ma'am!

Ma'am, may I ask you something now?

You were a judge, right? Abeer told me.

So you must know all about law, and everything associated with laws.

So what would you say to this?

This, here.

Since this morning till now. In fact, every day.

Call after call after call.

When I go to sleep, he calls. When I'm taking a class, he calls.

When I'm walking down the street, he calls.

What am I supposed to do, should I change my number?

What should I do?

Who on earth sends endless texts every day?

I know what it feels like to lose one's mother.

And I know what he feels. He's a teenager, I know.

He must be feeling lonely, I know this.

Because of this very state of mind, I don't want to block him.

Ma'am.

He wanted me to have this but I refused.

Then, I found it hanging on my cycle...

...so I understood that he really wants me to have this.

I don't want to keep this. He's just a child, ma'am. Just a child.

And I cannot be involved with him.

[Reporter] 'The hunt for the killers on the motorcycle is on.'

'The police believe that this murder is connected to...'

'...the accident from a few days ago, where...'

'...Satbir Mudki's elder son, was grievously injured.'

'A few days ago, the boy Guddan was arrested on charges of stealing the car...'

'...involved in the accident which injured Satnam Mudki.'

'Police sources have said...'

'...that actually the attempt on Satnam Mudki's life is being disguised...'

'...as this road accident.'

- Sorry. - Hey!

[door creaks]

So what can I do for you now?

I want Guddan's case file.

Guddan is dead.

Then what is the problem in giving me the file?

Ms. Ruma Pathak... It is Pathak, right?

Do one thing... look for a new case now.

I want that file.

Whose name was Guddan going to reveal?

Give me the file, I will give you the name.

What do you think?

Police case files can be handed out to random people just like that?

Besides, what'll you do with it?

You'll give it to the press? The media?

The whole world will find out that Satnam Mudki's assailant is alive...

...and roaming around free.

Do you know what'll happen then?

Mudki's men will fill the streets of Ludhiana with dead bodies.

So you admit that Guddan wasn't behind the accident.

You also had proof that would've exonerated him.

Who killed Guddan?!

Probably someone from Mudki's gang.

Or maybe someone from Pandit's gang...

...who thought Guddan would open his mouth in front of the cops.

Who knew he was going to open his mouth?

You. Me. The public prosecutor.

And his uncle, and the uncle's family...

...and Guddan's family, and every goddamn person...

...in that colony who would have seen Guddan that morning!

Hello?

Yes. Good afternoon.

[Kiran] 'Yes.'

'Sure, I'll come.'

'Yes, definitely. No, no problem. You tell me.'

Let bygones be bygones. Go look for a new case.

Hey, Sukhwinder.

Call the electrician and get the rod in my heater unit replaced.

I'll be back by 4.

You all can share my tiffin amongst yourselves.

Ma'am, sorry, I forgot my bag inside.

Go get it. I'm leaving.

Let's go.

I left my bag inside.

[camera clicks]

[Sheel] 'A few days ago, my car was stolen.'

My son-in-law filed a complaint.

And... it was even found a few hours later.

There's a gag order on that case, Ma'am. I can't talk about it.

My friends, who are still sitting judges in the High Courts...

...are scared of giving certain verdicts.

They get death threats.

Yes.

A judge I personally know, in Taran Taran, a couple of months ago...

...somebody planted a bomb in his car.

Taran Taran... yes.

My grandson got his driver's license just last week.

Now he'll drive the car around.

And I fear that one day...

...he'll take his dad's car out for a spin...

...and there'll be a bomb meant for his dad in that car.

I believe you're aware of the tragedy that befell our family?

My daughter Juhi.

Yes, Ma'am. I kind of know... but don't really.

I know what happened... but not why it happened.

No one knows that.

She had done a pharmacy course.

She knew which medicines were safe and which weren't.

No one ever thought she was sad or depressed.

No one ever saw her that way.

She was healthy.

There was nothing about her that...

[Sheel sighs]

Why did she want to end her life?

No note... no explanation... nothing at all.

Bishan had interned under me.

He'd be over almost everyday.

That's how they met.

She was 20 when they got married.

Just a kid.

Bishan was 10 years older than her.

I didn't approve of all this. But then...

Abeer was born.

Now, Abeer is all I have left of my daughter.

Has someone threatened Bishan?

Extortion, blackmail, anything?

No... But even if there was, I wouldn't know about it.

Aren't you a police officer?

Exactly, I'm a cop. Not CID.

Have you met Abeer?

- Yes, Ma'am. - When?

A few days ago.

After the car theft?

Madam... we aren't in a court right now, are we?

If we were, then I wouldn't be requesting you for an answer.

[Kiran smirks]

Now, I'm requesting you. Please.

Yes.

What are you doing in the dark?

He's dead.

Who's dead?

The boy who took the fall for me.

You're a liar! A murderer! How did you kill him?! Tell me!

What nonsense is this?

He was going to tell on you.

That's why you wanted us to flee to London, right?!

He was murdered in the morning, Abeer.

At that time, I was on my way to Jalandhar, to pick you up.

Whatever it is, he was murdered because of the accident I caused. Yes or no?!

Yes.

We are both responsible for his murder.

You and I both of us are murderers.

You and me... both of us!

Abeer...

[knocking the door]

[Ruma] 'Sir, it's me, Ruma!'

[door opening]

You should've called before coming.

I was busy with some work.

Sir, I wanted to show you something.

- Can we see it tomorrow? - Photos from Guddan's case file, Sir.

- Can we discuss this tomorrow? - Sir, at the accident site...

...they found an inhaler.

They found something else there too and the DNA of both these match, Sir.

Look here.

What else did they find?

That's not mentioned here, Sir.

But what's important is that this isn't Guddan's DNA.

Guddan wasn't behind the hit-and-run.

Kiran knows this.

That public prosecutor Daljeet Grover...

- ...he knows this. - And this...

Where did you get the photos of this case file?

Were you aware of this too, Sir?

Aware of what?

That Guddan didn't do that accident.

Not just that, I was also the one who shot Guddan.

And who do you think ran over Satnam Mudki? That too was me.

I also threw petrol on that Mudki goon and set him alight.

And that boy in the jail, won't you ask who threw the boiling oil on him?

It was me.

The nerve...

Sir, I don't know whom to believe at this point.

Would you like a drink?

Sure.

The prosecution's weakness is the police.

Cops have hindered them many times, ruined their careers.

They don't care if someone lives or dies...

Kiran?

Yes.

Are you telling me she deliberately hid the evidence...

- ...so the blame falls on Guddan... - Guddan's story is over.

He was shot dead in the very house...

...where your stubbornness took him. Your stubbornness.

Legally, Kiran's hands are clean.

She released him in his uncle's custody.

She also had the court order.

Sir, but... what do I do?

Where do I go? I don't understand anything anymore.

I'll think of something.

But you will do nothing without asking me first. Got it?

You will do nothing at all.

- Yes, Sir. -[Bishan] 'Okay?'

Cheers!

I want you to f**k them up so bad no one will recognize them.

Take their photos and send it to their homes.

I want their photos.

Just go to town on them. Screw Pandit's people and businesses.

Focus on your work and keep me informed of everything.

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