I'm Abeer Khosla's father.
I want to see him. Where is he?
He's in the middle of an interrogation.
What? How can you interrogate him just like that?
Hey, Sir! What, huh?
Where do you think you're going?!
My son is being interrogated inside.
So?
How can you interrogate him without any prior legal notice?
What are you, some expert on the law?
Considering I'm a Judge, I think I am!
He's just a boy! He's just turned 18 and he's sick too. Just let me...
My friend, what should we do?
Sir, there's a guardian inside with his son.
Who?
His grandmother.
You see?
I'm his father! You... please let me through...
The law says a guardian can sit with him. But just one.
Don't tell me... have you arrested him?
Sir, that's up to the cops, talking to him.
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Were you under the influence that day?
No.
Marijuana or something?
He had a driving test that morning.
Who smokes up or drinks before a driving test?
Ma'am, please don't interrupt.
So?
Hey!
I'm just holding it, I'm not going to light it!
So... were you high?
No.
What time was your driving test?
10 in the morning.
Did anything out of the ordinary happen during the test?
As in?
You have asthma, right?
What does that have to do with...
There's been an accident, Madam!
I need to know if the driver was alright at the time.
Some ailments tend to cause difficulties while driving.
So I'm asking you again, were you feeling fine while driving the car?
Yeah.
Was there anything out of the ordinary? Anything at all?
Turn right from the intersection.
Cigarette? Pull one.
Hey, pretty boy! Learning how to drive?
Imagine that's a goat, just a distraction. Ignore him.
Don't look here and there. Just focus on your driving for now.
Abeer?
No. There was nothing unusual that day.
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
Where are you?
Why weren't you picking up your phone?!
[Ruma] 'Sorry, it was on silent. What happened?'
They've arrested Abeer.
Come quickly. I need you here.
[Ruma] 'Coming.'
Did you see him before the accident?
Yeah... in the mirror.
He was coming from behind me.
Which one? Side-view or rear-view mirror? Which one?
Both.
So you saw him approach from behind?
Yeah.
And then?
[Abeer] 'And then he overtook me.'
'Quite sharply, right in front of me.'
We collided.
On which side of the car?
The front... left side.
When you collided, did you realize what had just happened?
Abeer...
...look at me when I'm talking to you.
Did you realize what happened?
Yeah.
Then?
I fled.
I was afraid...
[Abeer] '...afraid of what I'd tell my dad. I thought he'd...'
[Bhullar] 'You thought he'd what?'
Scream at me. Swear at me.
So I didn't tell him.
I went home and parked the car. He didn't have a clue.
After the accident, did you exit the car?
[Abeer] 'Yes, I did.'
[Bhullar] 'Why?'
I don't remember.
[Abeer] 'I probably wanted to see what had happened to him.'
So you exited the car and went to check on him.
Yeah.
I don't remember clearly.
I think he stirred a bit and then went limp.
So you thought he had died?
Yeah... maybe.
You thought he died.
So when you saw him, did you realize who he was?
How would he know that?!
Madam, hear me out, one minute.
Madam, one minute.
If he had recognized the victim, him being scared...
...will work in his favour during the case.
How?
Trust me, Madam.
Abeer, I'm asking you again.
When you exited the car, did you see the man?
Did you recognize him?
He's from a famous family. Everyone knows his father.
[Bhullar] 'You must've seen him on TV.'
'He's always in and out of the news.'
No. I've never seen him before.
So you didn't leave him for dead and run away...
...because he was Satnam Mudki, correct?
What?!
- Madam! - Abeer!
Madam, please do not interrupt.
But there's been a mistake!
Abeer, you told me you'd hit some old man?
Madam, if you keep interrupting me, I'm going to have to send you outside!
[Sheel] 'This interrogation is over!'
-[Bhullar] 'What do you...' - Sir...
[Bhullar] 'Abeer! Do you know who Satnam Mudki is?!'
- Where do you think you're going?! - Sir... Sir... Sir...
Sir...
Can't you hear the commotion inside?!
- That's my son! - Please, Sir.
What are you doing to him?!
Sir, please!
You're just screwing with someone who doesn't know the law.
Sir, everything's being done as per the due process of law.
But you cannot go inside.
[Sheel] 'Let's go home!'
[Bhullar] 'You're impeding my interrogation! I am speaking to him...'
[Sheel] 'Let's go!'
[Bhullar] 'Madam, you're making a mistake!'
[Sheel] 'Come with me!'
[Bhullar] 'Abeer, sit right there! Madam, please!'
Do you know how many lives have been lost because of interrogations like these?
I was a judge! I know!
What are you doing? Get out!
- They're making a commotion outside. - Why did you lie?! Why?!
Because I want this to be over!
If I'd told you the truth even you'd have stopped me like dad!
- So I lied! - Son, just come with...
I don't want to discuss this with anybody anymore! Please leave!
But I can't leave you here alone!
Madam, enough is enough! Please leave, now!
Madam, come...
Please listen...
Enough! Madam, please leave!
Please leave.
Come on. Please let us do our jobs, Madam.
What have you done?
What was all this shouting?
Listen!
Listen to me.
Can you make a call?
To whom?
[phone ringing]
Hello?
I'm Ruma. Abeer Khosla's lawyer.
Go on.
Hello?
[Abeer] 'Hello?'
Hello, Abeer?
Dad... Dad, I...
Abeer, are they troubling you?
Abeer?
Abeer, answer me.
[Bishan] 'Abeer, can you hear me?'
Ab...
Are you Abeer?
Come on.
Abeer!
Thank you.
[Harman] 'Good evening, Judge Sahib!'
Sit.
Shall I make you a drink?
No, thank you.
My son Abeer...
He's in jail. I know.
My dad's in jail too. Life sentence.
Murder, rioting, drugs...
3 High Court judges presided over his case.
One voted to acquit him. Two found him guilty.
Now 1 minus 2 minus 1...
...that was all the math that mattered, Judge Sahib...
...minus 1.
Do you get it?
We may have been bad at math then, but we're quick learners.
My grandfather used to grow sugarcane.
He'd grow it with care, transport it to the sugar mill and...
...those fucking mill owners would swindle him.
So he started a new business.
Sugarcane doesn't have to be made into jaggery...
...it can be turned to country liquor.
And before he knew it, he was like the king of Pathankot.
Like I said, we Mudkis are quick learners.
Sure, we're bad.
But that's what the society wants, bad.
Every official... of every kind...
...we own all of them, Judge Sahib.
Jails, stations, borders...
Businesses, import-export, licenses...
In every government window... We're everywhere, Judge Sahib.
And people like you with your... what's the term?
Judicial activism. Shove that s**t up your a**!
What are you guys even made of?
Judge Sahib, how long will you live under the delusion...
...that you can get rid of us?
Why are you telling me all of this? I'm not in the High Court.
I know, Judge Sahib.
Punchhi went ahead and you got left behind in the Sessions Court.
You've given us grief from there too, though.
Before the accident... after it too...
What do you want from me?
What do you want?
My son shouldn't be harmed.
What could happen to him? He's in protective custody.
Cell number 15/3.
If something happens to my son...
Nothing will happen to him, Judge Sahib.
Accidents happen, right? Nobody makes them happen.
And my brother's a strong soul. He's recovering now.
Have you spoken to your son?
Do you want to?
Hey, you!
Here, talk.
Hello?
[Abeer] 'Hello.'
Hello, Abeer?
Dad...
[Bishan] 'Just tell me you're alright, son.'
[Abeer] 'Yes, dad, I'm alright.'
Son, that...
Yes, the call just got disconnected earlier.
[Bishan] 'How's the food there?'
'Nobody is troubling you, right? Abeer?'
Dad, when will I get out of here?
I'm figuring that out, Abeer.
Everything will be fine soon.
[fingers snapping]
Dad, I have to go.
Okay, son. Take care.
I love you.
Happy now?
The Anti-Corruption Bureau are coming to meet Sardar Sahib tomorrow.
He has a message for you.
He won't mention anything about your relationship with us.
The exchange of money and the other stuff.
Stop looking into Bishan Khosla.
Shall I go and tell him? That you agreed? Huh?
[Punchhi] 'Sir, I have no desire to encroach upon policy domain.'
You know what they say, you reap what you sow.
No, no, Sir. As is the vision, so is the perspective.
[Punchhi] 'No, Sir, you only tell me... No, no, Sir...'
'As soon as I get to Chandigarh, I'll be at your doorstep.'
[bike zooming]
We've just received word that High Court Judge Jagmohan Punchhi has been shot dead...
...by unknown assailants.
He had just been appointed to the High Court a few days ago.
The police suspect that this might have been a professional hit.
The State Law Minister believes this could be tied to a gang war...
...police is investigating the matter.
Yes.
Ms. Kiran! Please, come in.
Weren't you suspended?
I'm allowed to meet old acquaintances.
I'd like to think there's still some old goodwill between us, or have you forgotten?
You must've heard about Punchhi.
Yes. Terrible news.
I did some research. Spoke to some people...
...and checked some records.
There have been two instances of judges being murdered, sessions court judges...
...before they took up their appointment in the High Court.
In both cases, the person to succeed them was the next person...
...in consideration for the job.
Don't you think you're poking around too much for a suspended cop?
Can you handle so much information?
Your name is next in consideration after Punchhi's, isn't it?
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Getting Guddan killed, framing me, sending Satbir Mudki's lapdog to my house...
...to threaten me, then Kashi and now Punchhi Sahib.
I will swear on my son's life that you're involved in all of these!
You have a child. You better take care of him.
[Sheel] 'But why even three months?'
3 months in jail, 2 years of suspended sentence and banned from driving for 5 years.
How is this a bad deal?
Have you ever been inside our jails? They're training grounds for criminals.
Why would we send Abeer there for even 3 months?
Fine, don't listen to the public prosecutor.
Let the judge increase the sentence.
Why would he?! It's a court! They'll follow the law.
They can't do whatever they want!
Have you lost your mind?
It's a hit and run case.
Your dear grandson ran someone over, left them for dead and he didn't even have...
...his driver's license... you can't smoke here.
Says who?
They'll send me to jail as well, huh?
And you don't tell me what I can and can't do.
Thieves and murderers go to jail.
Abeer is a good boy.
Nothing will happen to Abeer.
No one will touch him.
It's time. Shall we...
One minute!
Sorry, could you give us two minutes?
Where did you get this?
Abeer gave this to his teacher. That Amrita.
The poor girl gave it to me.
And where did Abeer get this from?
That's what I'm asking you!
How would I know? I myself have been searching for this for so long now.
Sorry, but we should go in now.
Yeah, let's go.
[Bishan] 'How's the food here?'
Better than what's at home.
Does anyone trouble you?
No, no... in fact, they show me respect. They probably know I'm your son.
Really?
I heard you're going to the High Court.
Hmm.
You really wanted it, right?
How's grandmother?
She's fine.
She'll come to meet you soon. Poor thing's so worried about you.
So are you both done with your fighting?
That's a tough one.
- Abeer? - Yes?
- Can I ask you something? - Okay.
Son, where did you get this?
Abeer?
I knew grandmother would show you this.
She'd asked you too. You didn't tell her.
Abeer?
Do you really want to know?
I've been searching for this locket for over a year now.
Your mother always wore it, never parted with it. After she died...
I know why mom killed herself.
Huh?
I know why mom committed suicide.
Why?
You'd gone for a convention to Chandigarh.
I'd just come back home from college.
There was a motorcycle parked outside.
Whose motorcycle?
I don't know.
When I went inside. I saw a man...
What man, Abeer?
Tell the judge he f****d me, so I f****d his wife.
I didn't know what to do. I was just paralyzed.
[Abeer] 'He came towards the door so I hid.'
I wanted to call you... You, grandmother, the cops...
But mom didn't let me. She yelled at me.
Told me to go to my room.
Then she broke down and made me swear not to tell anyone.
Especially not you.
It was her last request.
Dad, I did as she told me to. I went to my room.
So many times I wanted to tell you.
But I couldn't break my promise.
Then I saw him on the day of my driving test.
I saw the same tattoo on his neck, and around his neck, mom's locket.
It wasn't an accident, dad.
That day, after the test, I took the car and followed him to his den.
[Abeer] 'I waited for a long time for him to come out.'
'10 months ago, he passed within an inch of me and I did nothing.'
'I had gotten scared, dad.'
But in these last 10 months, I've replayed that moment in my head every day.
[Abeer] 'I've died a little on the inside every day, knowing I didn't do anything back then.'
'But I was given a second chance...'
'...he got out, got on his bike and left.'
'I started following him.'
'In a bit, he'd left the city and was on the highway.'
'I couldn't hear any of the traffic, or any noise...'
'...just mom's screams.'
'And they would've stopped only when I...'
My grandmother was a judge. You're one too. Justice is in my blood, dad.
Come on, open your mouth a bit.
Good job!
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