Brother, you are the king of music!
You rule over our hearts!
Brother, you are amazing
This is unbelievable, Brother.
Congratulations!
Congratulations.
Hey, Baldev! You come here as well.
After all, you have invested the funds.
Yes. Please come.
Please come.
Congratulations to you.
Tara! Tara!
F*****, who did this?
Listen Baldev…
It seems to be your size.
Hey, throw the other one too.
Who does this belong to?
If you had to hit, you should have aimed two and a half feet on this side,
right here!
This slipper would have become a brand!
And after a century or two,
you could have taken this slipper
where special things are kept, what is it called?
A museum.
Yes, museum.
Quoted, 'this slipper was thrown at Tara'.
- Am I right? - Yes.
Hold this. Click a photograph now!
Just wait. Hey, come on here.
Brother, look at the camera please.
Excuse me!
Okay.
Aman!
New color, blush-pink.
Thank you!
- Dad? - Recording.
F*** me!
Excuse me.
Be careful.
Sorry, please! Continue.
Good morning, sir!
Be seated, guys. Continue what you are doing, please.
Good morning, sir.
Greetings.
"O Lord, open the door."
"I have got some matters."
"O Lord, open the door."
"I have got some matters."
"O Lord, open the door..."
Again.
"O Lord, open the door."
"I have got some matters."
"O Lord, open the door."
Again!
"O Lord, open the door."
"I have got some matters."
"O Lord, open the door."
"I have got some matters."
Move. Get aside. Switch on the talk back.
Didn't I tell you, take some more time.
But you were anxious to get married.
Now watch out! Your father is coming.
F*****!
You have become a big star?
Seems you are quiet a renowned man now.
Now that you own shoes worth 30 thousand,
You have forgotten the 30 year old pain?
Do you remember your father who went missing in the 1984 riots?
And your mother,
who took you to the police station every day.
Remember?
Hours later, your mother would
walk out of the police station.
Her hair dishevelled, her scarf torn.
Throat and chest bruised.
Do you remember or have you forgotten that as well?
Come on.
Kill it now.
Good job.
Rocky.
Get the sound recorded and send it for the master.
Post that, cancel his contract!
He is useless to us now.
"O Lord, open the door."
"I have got some matters."
"I'm the strength for people,"
"I was born with pride."
"This richness and royalty,"
"I don't ask any of this from you."
"I am here only for my right."
"I don't ask for charity from you."
"I am here only for my right."
"I don't ask for charity from you."
"Why do you have that greed in you?"
"Where is the dignity lost in you?"
"A pen capable of making decisions,"
"why did you fill it with hatred?"
"Why do you have that greed in you?"
"Where is the dignity lost in you?"
"A pen capable of making decisions,"
"why did you fill it with hatred?"
If you had to hit, you should have aimed two and a half feet on this side,'
'right here!'
‘This slipper would have become a brand!'
'And after a century or two,'
'You could have taken this slipper where special things are kept, what is it called?'
'A museum.'
'Yes, museum.'
Why do you think of these weird schemes?
You got a slipper thrown at Tara!
Jugal, we need to use schemes.
Tara is a good man.
But he is not practical.
We started a company called 'Teeja Sur.'
He will end up starting many such companies
and distribute free music across our village.
Without royalty!
What are your plans?
Nothing much.
People in Mumbai sell a cassette for Rs. 250/-.
It took me an arm and a leg to buy a cassette of 'Sholay' dialogues.
I'm using it till date.
I want that
sell cassettes are at Rs.9/-.
Our cassettes should be available in every house.
Let's presume, our music has reached every house.
- Then what? - What?
Teeja Sur will become the biggest music company in India.
And then?
Then, I mean...
Do you see this old dwelling?
I also wish to own
a mansion, and many cars. Just like you do.
- Are you trying to be like me? - Why not?
If you can drive a Mercedes, then why not me!
Alright, let's say, you own a house,
and build a huge mansion,
and an expensive car too.
- What then? - And then...
I will straighten my hair.
Got that?
"The times keep changing."
"It never stays alike."
"I have endured everything till now,"
"you might also have to endure it someday."
"The pain within the heart,"
"how would anyone know about it?"
"The pain of loosing someone forever,"
"will only be known to the related."
When I was a kid, you would hit me.
You broke my guitar.
And abused me as well.
I would always listen to you.
I was scared of you,
thinking that my father is a strict man.
But you aren't even my father, you rascal.
Answer me. Why did you do this?
Son, I wanted to keep you safe,
from the darkness of that place.
You...
You are the only one I have, son.
Hey!
Your fear ruined my entire life.
Satnaam, you have made a lie out of my life.
My parents were shot dead, right?
Whoever it was, they did whatever they had to.
Now watch what I do.
Kaal...
Kaala!
Tara!
Your name and mobile?
Manmeet Kaur. 99-61-6600
I thought, Jazz, the drummer
would come wearing a mini-skirt.
Let's see what we have.
- Jazz, are you ready? - Yes.
Good. Okay, sound.
"Drown in the depth of your eyes."
"My love, this is what I feel now."
"When I drown, I hope not be seen."
"My love, this is what I feel now."
Jazz , Jazz, Cut..cut.!
Jazz.
It’s not working.
- Jazz, that wasn’t fun. - Should I do it one more time?
You need to practice.
- Give me a minute here. - Sure.
Jazz, I'm not saying that you can't sing.
You sing very well,
in tune.
But, drowning in eyes, dying and all,
this is not a trend these days, is it?
- Sing a sizzling song. - But a folk song...
Something hot.
Okay, I'll prepare something else and come.
Jazz!
I spend every Sunday at a farmhouse.
It's my farmhouse.
- If you... - Sure, I'll come there with my friend.
Hey, listen to me. Jazz...
Miss Narula!
Oh dear, this innocence!
You are very cute.
You don't have to sing at my farmhouse.
Just eat food
and bathe naked.
Sir, my mother stays alone in the UK.
I've left her alone to be here.
If I had to sell things below my neck, why would I come here,
I could've earned in pounds back there!
Miss Jazz.
Go and sell things that are
sold easily. Go on.
And succeed.
- Succeed? - Yes
Mr. Bunty, have you seen your oversized belly?
If you continue eating like this and bathing like this,
at your farmhouse every Sunday.
Then one day you'll get so huge
that you will need two people to bathe you.
One for the front and one for your back.
Okay?
And for next time, let me know what should be the size of my skirt.
What! What did you say? Say that again!
Disgusting!
Insolent girl.
Good morning, everyone.
'Good morning, miss.'
'Jasmine, you'll have to tell me what you want to be when you grow up.'
'I'd like to be a singer.'
"It was on a starry night."
"When the hills were bright."
"Earth lay sleeping, sleeping calm and still."
"Then in a cattle shed,"
"in a manger bed."
"A boy was born."
"King of all the world!"
"It was on a starry night."
Kaala?
Oh Kaala!
Yes.
Who are you?
Is Kaala upstairs?
Maybe he is or maybe he is not!
Why don't you call him and confirm?
He is not answering my calls. It’s been two days.
Wait a minute.
For years I have been renting flats to boys.
I have heard all these excuses for calling girls,
and I'm tired of it now.
And this phone excuse…tsk tsk tsk
Apart from my grandmother, no other woman is allowed in this house.
Just tell him once that Jazz is waiting downstairs.
Jazz or don't Jazz, it doesn't bother me.
"I'm so gorgeous."
"At least die for my looks a bit."
"I'm so gorgeous."
Okay. I'll look into that.
Good morning, dad.
You changed your shirt,
But you couldn’t get rid of that man’s smell.
Yes. What's the update?
Dad, the lyrics are ready.
But our singer,
who was going to sing the Haryanvi and Punjabi version,
is involved in a murder case.
I suggest we wait until he is out on bail.
He failed to appear in court.
Send Rocky.
Dad, Naaz was saying
that Sufi music has no gender.
She even said that she could sing.
I say, let her sing.
We have Miss Abida Parveen in our house, and we are looking for singers outside.
I told you to keep this between us, right?
Wait for it now!
Dad.
Daddy, take a look at this.
Look at what Jai is up to.
Check the entries. Ever since the casino started,
he has been stealing from you.
He has emptied half of Tara Singh Memorial Trust’s account.
Amazing!
It seems a poetry recital is going on here.
Sit down.
That singer will be out on bail...
I can't wait for his bail.
No matter what,
we have to drop a single by next month.
- Okay. - And on what basis will he get bail?
It's clearly visible in the camera,
he is holding a chopper and dancing around the corpse.
Dad, we- we have several established talents.
- Why not ask someone else to sing... - Nobody will agree to sing.
The song is inspired by an old folk.
How inspired?
Very inspired.
The song is a hit, sure shot!
There may be a copyright case as well.
But we won't take it on ourselves.
And put it on the talent.
Or you tell us,
which established singer will happily want to accept this mess?
Or get us some new talent!
Rocky, you are asking the wrong person.
Jai will get us new talent.
Taken money from the Tara Singh Memorial Trust,
gathered a team of 15,
for two months, roamed across Punjab,
and looked for a talent.
Not much, but he only spent 4 crore 27 lakhs!
Brother...
I have some work.
And there goes the poetry recital up in flames!
Everyday nuisance!
A living hell.
One minute here.
Actually, I think something must have gotten misplaced.
F*****, your intentions are misplaced.
You stole money from the trust and used it for the casino.
Have I left the country?
Consider it as a loan.
I will return everything with interest.
- Interest, my foot. You son of a gun! - Dad...
- Daddy! - Do you know your worth?
- Daddy! - And you, shut up!
You are no less.
Why did you complain about him?
Complain?
I was just raising an alarm...
Are you an alarm clock?
Did anyone ask you?
Besides, why have we hired auditors?
Do you think, I know nothing?
He's not the only who's stealing from me!
This mister standing here.
His suites are booked at 5-star hotels,
around the year, that too, at company's expense.
Right?
And you!
Last week, which 4 carry bags did you purchase?
A new flat can be bought at that cost.
Daddy, don't say carry-bag.
It was a Fendi purse.
Besides, I bought it for the talent.
Then why is it with you?
Are you the talent?
Are you signed by Teeja Sur?
- Alright, I will return it... - That's the thing.
Dearest, this is exactly what he said.
He will return it.
That too, with interest.
Have some shame, all of you!
People spend years,
trying to reach Teeja Sur.
But I served it on a plate to the three of you
and you all didn't leave any opportunity to shit on it.
Till date,
have you ever found a genuine talent?
I have spotted a talent.
Okay. Great!
In which hotel's room, my dear?
Have you ever brought in any talent until today,
with whom you haven't slept?
Now until you get me a real talent,
I won't listen to any singer you recommend.
And henceforth, you will handle the work for Tara Singh Memorial Trust.
I have to practice.
Give it to someone else.
You have to practice.
Well, that's fine.
I'll handle this too.
While the 3 of you,
get lost from here.
Can you at least do this for me?
Out!
'The world..."
D-Dad.
The singer is new.
Let's see.
Does he only sleep with you,
or does he sing also?
'F*****, are you a girl or boy?'
'W-what are you wearing?'
'Get out from here.'
Guru! Come out.
Give me your hand.
And now, go find me a new singer. Will you?
Grandmother, Tidda has already sent the money.
You can let Kaala stay.
Kaala.
Kaala!
Are you fine?
All okay?
I have been calling you for two days.
Who are you?
Jasmine Narula. I play the drum.
I can sing well.
My mother is finding me a suitor back in the UK.
I hate fairy tales and I love dogs.
That's it.
Who am I?
My father isn't actually my father.
My father was a renowned singer.
While my mother wasn't sick.
My mother and father,
My mother and father...
Relax, Kaala.
Kaala, relax.
Relax!
Were shot dead publicly, Jazz!
And you know what's the sad part? Yes?
I was there when this happened.
Back in Canada, ever since I was a kid,
the white kids would bully me.
Abuse me.
I totally understood that.
Because I was a brown boy.
That was a foreign land.
Tara Singh, my father.
Had millions of fans.
Everyone loved him.
Why was he murdered on his land?
I don't know.
I really don't know.
Well, everyone has some past!
I had a past too.
If you live in your past, I can't give you a shoulder to cry on.
And...
And everyone has problems, I have problems.
I'm struggling for two years.
I stay here without my mother and it's...
Besides, what will you gain from of all this?
The police have stated, they have shut the case.
Terrorists killed your parents.
They found AK-47 rifles too.
Now whether you believe it or not, Kaala. I'm really sorry.
But the truth won't change.
Look at this.
The same message on 6 WhatsApp groups.
They are looking for a talented singer.
Go for it. You have that talent in you...
This talent is all thanks to them!
Either you choose music or seek revenge.
Life doesn't give you the chance to follow two passions.
Jazz.
I don't need your shoulder.
I just need some cash.
I don't have cash.
All I have is the card.
1321.
This is the last of my savings.
Thank you.
You come out and drop me.
Your landlord was abusing me.
Come on.
"Why do you play these games?"
"As water is in no comparison with fire."
"Why do you play these games?"
"As water is in no comparison with fire."
"How do I love someone by heart,"
"when I am not able to give my heart to this world."
"How do I love someone by heart,"
"when I am not able to give my heart to this world."
Sir, I wanted to know more about Patanga.
Why are you looking for Patanga?
Sir, we are making a documentary
on old Punjabi artists.
This is my research.
Sir, this is your article.
You never did a follow-up on Tara Singh's case?
What follow-up?
The accused were caught and put behind bars.
Sir, but...
There are different theories from different reporters.
Take a look at this.
Gurpal Singh.
Patanga's real name is Gurpal Singh.
Gurpal Singh and Patanga is the same person.
Besides, his newspaper was a complete mockery.
Three theories.
For research, if I could get his office address,
I would really appreciate it.
Journalists have offices.
Whilst drunkards have bars.
Go look for him at the local bars in and around Kajheri village.
You will find him, humming Tara Singh's songs.
He was Tara Singh’s super fan.
"A friend that betrays"
"must not be kept as a friend."
"A friend that betrays must not be kept as a friend."
Hello, friends!
Patanga!
Hey, Patanga.
Gurpal Singh!
Patanga and Gurpal,
is the same person, right?
My name is Kaala.
You write so well. I have read your articles.
I needed some information on the Tara Singh and Navpreet Kaur murder case.
I'm making a documentary.
I always wanted to do something for Punjabi singers.
We love Punjabi songs.
Both, me and my team.
So...
You're the best man for this.
Son.
5 long years.
I spent in prison.
My wife left me and I don't know anything about my kids.
I have trouble walking
and, it's more troublesome
to earn my daily bread.
And all this only happened
because both, Punjabi songs and singers,
were my passion.
It's the outcome of that.
You understand?
If you want to show your love,
go to a disco or pub
and dance to Punjabi songs.
And enjoy!
If you love Punjabi songs
more than this,
It will be dangerous.
Understand?
No?
MALWA NO.1!
No, thank you.
Okay, fine.
- A dangerous... - Enough.
MALWA NO.1!
You won't listen, will you?
Come on.
Let's go home.
What information have you collected till now,
about Tara Singh?
Sir, as per my research,
nobody knows exactly what happened.
Just because of your articles
I have zeroed down my search.
What?
They were shot by AK-47.
They could be terrorists.
Or maybe suddenly he got famous,
perhaps some people didn't like it.
Or maybe marrying an upper-caste girl.
Many secrets were buried with Tara Singh.
After reading your articles I presumed
that you were the closets to the story.
It seems you have read my articles quite deeply.
Well, I have read other articles as well.
And came to the conclusion that
Tara Singh was really loved by the public,
he was everyone's favourite.
But he didn't garner much favour with the press.
Why is that?
In our country,
the argument about
equality,
representation,
was made in every profession.
Excluding one...
Journalism.
Everyone there belongs to the same mold.
80 out of 100 are of similar caste.
They write and tell our stories,
as per their convenience.
What will they tell you about Tara?
Tara never met any of them.
While me, I had interviewed Tara thrice!
He even hugged me, tight!
He never differentiated between the upper or lower class.
This is Tara for you.
My Tara.
Mine.
Look at this.
I have sharpened several pens while sitting at home.
This is my full research,
about the great singer Tara Singh's murder case!
A thorough research.
This is the poster for Tara's last program.
And this is an order.
I spoke with the police to the higher authorities.
Had this handwriting matched,
it would've been easier to get to the killer,
or at least, get some lead!
Can...
Can you tell me,
what's written here?
This is a warning.
'Tara Singh has violated our community's rules.'
'Despite many warnings,'
'he continues to do what is not permitted,'
'causing disarray in our social order and harmony.'
'Tara Singh's rebellion is an ailment so severe'
'that if left uncontrolled,'
'It will devour the entire body.'
'Warriors of Punjab,'
'pronounce the sentence of Tara Singh's death.'
Navpreet died.
Tara Singh died.
And they still call it,
only Tara Singh murder case.
Even in death, women have no existence.
Isn't it funny?
There are 3 theories.
First theory- terrorists killed them.
The only one to provide any inside information about Tara's shooter,
is the retired investigating officer of that case.
Had I not reached on time,
Lakhbir and Sukhbir would have been killed by the crowd.
They were holding AK-47.
But they were terrorists for the sake of it.
They took money for killing.
Like they say, contract killers.
Who had hired them for this,
neither of the two uttered a single name.
One of them had committed suicide in the prison.
His family lives in the nearby village.
They killed and threw him.
Forget the post-mortem, we didn't even get to see his corpse.
While the second terrorist, Sukhbir.
I thought, he would say something.
But he had gone completely insane.
Because of the taunts he heard in the prison.
If someone could go insane by listening to taunts,
then half of the world would have gone mad.
They gave electric shocks to my son.
He had visible injuries.
Here, right above his head.
A phone was located from Sukhbir
that was registered on the name of Sachkhand Singh.
I had given this lead to the police
to interrogate Sukhbir and find out who Sachkhand Singh was.
But nobody listened to me.
Patient's name?
Sukhbir Singh.
Yes, sir.
Sir, someone is here to meet Sukhbir.
Does this remind you of something?
And now?
How about now?
Now?
Say the truth, Sukhbir.
Lion of the village, Sukhbir.
"There were four."
"One of forty-seven."
"Clap your hands."
"One of forty-seven."
Lion of the village, Sukhbir. Son of a gun!
Lion of the village, Sukhbir.
And the second theory,
Tara Singh's people killed him.
F*****, who did this?
And the third theory,
Navpreet's family killed them,
or got them killed.
Back off!
Everyone knows it.
But it was never proved.
Everyone knows, the family was involved.
Navpreet's
family
was involved.
It was the case of honor killing.
Terrorists were just a cover-up.
Can I take your photograph?
Yes.
Make a great movie.
The truth should definitely come out to the world.
All the best.
Sir, nice watch. Rolex.
Okay. Now,
tell me this.
For a documentary or movies,
when people help, do they
get some money for it?
I'm not asking for anything.
I'm just curious.
Yes, they do get some fees.
But this one has a low budget.
Movies too have low budgets?
It's a documentary.
Okay.
Okay, that's fine.
Here, take this along.
You will need it. Look.
You won't survive without this.
I mean, just keep it with you.
It has helped me a lot.
Hey, I'm not asking for any money.
Just give 10-12 bottles of alcohol.
I am not asking you for money at all!
I'm only asking you to give me 10-12 bottles of...
Hey, listen to me...
'You, listen up!'
'Weapons and swords aren't the only way to give injuries.'
'Some injuries don't shed blood.'
'But their impact is quiet deep.'
"I am here only"
"for my right."
"I don't ask for"
"charity from you."
"I don't ask for"
"charity from you."
"I am here only for my right."
"I don't ask for charity from you."
"I am here only for my right."
"I don't ask for charity from you."
"I am here only for my right."
"I don't ask for charity from you."