When will it grow big, brother?
In five years, it will begin producing tangy tamarinds.
- Is it? - And after another five years,
it will provide refreshing shade during the hot summer.
Nimma!
Mind if I join you?
(fire whooshing)
(medical equipments beeping)
Oh God.
(grunting)
- (telephone ringing) - Paging for Dr. Williamson.
Just wait here please.
(siren wailing)
Yeah?
It didn't go as planned.
What the...
What the fuck, you couldn't kill a fucking dead man!
I was about to inject the drug, he had an attack of some sort...
Blah-blah-blah!
Whatever man!
(snickers)
He's really na*ve, Uncle.
Don't let Purab wander around alone.
Arrange for two guys to be with him. All the time.
- And they should be armed. - Don't worry about Purab.
- He's safe. - Safe, like hell!
He is the one who orchastrated the attack on Nimma!
Purab?!
If I can figure it out from here, Nimma can too, right?
Call your police contacts.
We need to come up with a plan for me to get out of here.
I'll make the call.
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
Uncle, Nimma has woken up.
The doctor says the major wounds have healed,
but his muscles are still tender.
He'll be fine after some physiotherapy.
Thank you, son.
Nimma has regained consciousness.
(sobs)
Thank you, God.
Thank you.
I'm really grateful to You.
Yes!
Our tiger is awake!
Coma didn't put a full-stop on his life. (chuckles)
Is he okay?
He will be.
Now we're going to have a blast doing business.
I wonder what new trouble is coming our way.
Hey, we'll handle whatever comes up.
And we're definitely going to get revenge for that attack.
Hmm.
Do you know what's more dangerous than a tiger?
A wounded tiger.
With Nimma regaining consciousness,
the balance in the jungle was about to get disrupted.
And when that balance shifts,
some animals hide away...
(cellphone rings)
- Yeah? - Nimma is out of his coma
Welcome,
- while some become even more dangerous. - (laughter)
Mr. Harris, so nice of you to come.
(indistinct chatting)
Just lucky to be alive.
Hey, two whiskeys please.
Ah.. Cloud Royal.
If it's whiskey you are after, got to be Irish.
- So says the Irishman. - Here it is, ma'am.
- Here it is. - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
To you William, for coming through for us.
No, to you Gurinder, and to Ranjit,
who's been more than generous in making things... tangible.
If you know what I mean.
Things will get done.
Just a small token of appreciation.
Well, that went well.
(sighing) I've been on my feet the whole time.
My feet hurt really bad.
Why is this so important to you...
that I win the election?
For the same reason as my success is important to you.
No, it's more than that.
(chuckles)
Thanks for the compliment.
You paid William?
(sharp inhale)
If you're swimming against the tide,
you can't just dive in and start going against the current.
Sometimes, you need to go with the flow for a little while.
And that's why I hate literature.
Wordplay, similes, idioms...
The meanings of words can easily change depending on the context, right?
Look, I'm sorry. I should have told you.
(deep breathing)
There's a good enough reason you didn't.
All the union employees will vote for you
and support you publicly.
- You'll be the first Indian-- - He asked for a lot of money.
And you never invest if the profit isn't guaranteed.
I just care about you winning.
You weren't going to see a return on investment with a counsellor's salary.
So I'm sure you had a good plan...
- Oh, Guri. - To recover all your money!
Guri, as always, please, control your imagination!
I just want you to win!
I didn't see any transactions in the account,
and William asked for cash, right?
So, where did you get all that money to give him?
Why do you want to know?
Because I'm putting my life out there.
I'm the one running for counsellor.
My life's becoming public.
So please, next time, without asking me don't...
I think... I think you're pushing it now!
Pushing it?!
You bought the votes, Ranjit!
I don't want to be that kind of politician.
I have a reputation.
My father's reputation is at stake.
What has your father's reputation really done for us?
Hmm?
You know how the real world works?!
"My father's reputation" she says!
You are where you are because of me!
You comprehend that?
(door opens)
(door slams)
(ambulance siren wailing)
Easy.
I can do it, doc.
- Yeah, but it's still tender. - (grunts)
You must let it heal.
No pain no gain, doc. (chuckles)
All pain is not gain.
Oh.
- See? - Okay.
We shall continue tomorrow.
Yeah, thanks, doc.
- Here you go. - Yeah...
Kada prasaad (holy offerings).
I will get better now.
You went to the Gurudwara for me?
You bought me a ring?
(chortles)
(groans)
No pain, no gain!
(laughing) Right.
Have the police found out anything?
Even if they catch the shooters,
they won't know who put out the contract.
Don't worry,
I'll find out.
And then what?
What will you do?
So should I just wait to get shot again?
Is it really necessary to stay in this city?
We can live anywhere.
Are you saying we should run?
We can go to any city in the world*
but not out of fear.
I won't run away again.
It'll be tough for me then.
Come on, let's talk.
(grunting)
I've got to go.
Harleen, listen to me. I...
Har...
(door opens)
- (door closes) - The doctors have assured us,
there was some pressure on some nerves, but it's gone now.
Nimma should be good in time for the show.
Also, a public statement about the attack being a one off an incidents will help.
Yeah! We have some radio and TV interviews lined up.
we can totally address this, right?
Yeah. I'll make sure it happens.
Sounds good.
Where to, man?
Straight to... get wasted?!
- (laughs) - Did you find out who ordered the attack?
- I tried my best. Antonio... - Hmm.
Say how we do inquiry.
We beat up. We got drunk.
We did cocaine with many, but nothing.
Listen, the police are tapping your phone.
Get in the car.
The garage guys found these in your car.
I checked my house and my car too.
We need to be more careful now, Nimma.
We have to check all the electronics in your flat too.
How much longer will this take?
I need to fix the TV's signal receiver, sir.
What's the problem? Is it the TV or the cable?
It's a connection problem, sir.
Take me home.
(heavy breathing)
(yells)
(groans)
Nimma!
(yells)
(baseball bat thuds)
- None of them were invited. - (indistinct chatting)
They all came to welcome Nimma
- He is here! - (crowd chanting)
(chanting) Nimma! Nimma! Nimma!
What's up?
(cheering, yelling)
What's up?
Firstly, why did you want to do the interview here?
This is the birthplace of A.M.P.D.
It's where we decided to make music together.
And why do you think your music is so popular?
Because our music isn't just ours;
it belongs to all of them.
The lyrics are the voice of their souls,
the expression of their hearts.
They're saying,
"We're different, but we're not less than anyone."
"And if you underestimate us,"
"we'll show you just how much more we can be."
Wow, your words sound like lyrics for your next track.
But won't this aggression and your reputation
have a negative effect on people, especially on kids?
This aggression is the negative effect of discrimination.
No one thought twice before messing with us,
assuming, "Oh, they're Indian; what can they do?"
- Now they'll think... - That's the word.
before teasing an Indian girl,
before robbing an Indian guy,
and before misbehaving with an Indian guy.
They'll think ten times.
Look Sonia, our music, our life--
One second.
And you said something about my reputation.
Is there anything in particular, that you wanna ask?
I mean, you've already been arrested.
Some people associate you with a gang.
You've faced a life-threatening attack.
All of that gives you a certain reputation, right?
Or are you proud of your street cred?
Not yet.
There is time to be proud.
There is a lot more in here,
that the bullets haven't touched.
Is there something you want to say to someone?
I am still around, bitch!
I had committed to the event organizers
that we'd make a public statement against violence.
And here he is, making threats on live TV.
"I am still around, bitch!"
How many lies am I supposed to tell, man?
Then don't! Did I tell you to?
Look, Nimma, it's time to think about where you want to go.
It was fine up to this point.
I'm not going any further.
"It's time to think," he says!
I've thought a lot,
so much that it could blow someone else's mind.
- Just listen to me for once-- - No, you listen to me!
If you have a problem with me, then don't meet me!
If you have a problem with what I say, then don't talk to me.
But when it comes to what I need to think,
what I need to do, and how far I need to go...
Let me be the judge of that.
Thank you.
Alright.
But A.M.P.D. can't keep going like this.
How has A.M.P.D. been working so far?
How do you think you got your recording done?
How were the vinyl and the CD published?
Where did that money come from?
There's a difference between trading and shooting, Nimma!
And you know what?
I had thought about it when I took money from you
who knows, one day, it might come to this.
Well, that day has arrived!
Now you decide what you want.
We can't keep going like this.
Stop the car.
Just stop the car!
Now Don't stop, DJ.
Keep going.
You have a habit of stopping right in the middle.
Let's go, Antonio.
What's that?
He was going to kill us if he lost
Give it back
Fuck you "Curry Boy"
- What? - Fuck you "Curry Boy"
Get off me man!
(whistle blowing)
They were bullying him. I... I had no other choice.
May I?
Mr. Sanjay Rawat, you are an officer of the law,
and your own son is beating around other students!
Dad, they were making fun of his Kirpaan!
I accidentally dropped my Kirpaan while playing basketball.
Next time you should not carry a weapon in school!
First start calling it a Kirpaan,
it's part of their identity!
They don't get it, son. They don't know what it is.
And this is not the way.
Can I ask where the other white boys are who started bullying?
Pratima?
Okay, we are really sorry, Mrs. Robinson, and...
We completely understand.
And I assure you Ajay won't repeat this kind of behavior again.
Thank you for supporting your family in there.
Come on, how can you argue about this?
Clearly, it was his fault. His behavior*
Did you even try to find out what really happened,
or did you just assume?
No matter what happened, violence isn't the solution.
Look, Sanjay,
this is a crucial time for Ajay.
He needs a father, not an officer of the law.
(bell ringing)
If I don't take a stand right now...
it'll be too late.
He doesn't need you to take a stand right now,
but stand by him.
(scoffs)
Stand by him?!
Harleen, we cannot even talk to him right now.
You've seen how aggressive he has become!
Yeah, but these are the signs
that tell us he needs us.
This time, there can't be any regrets about not stopping him.
So how did the police recording end up with Gibbs?
Who knows, man?
Sometimes you can crack a tough nut,
and other times even a banana gets stuck in your teeth.
So did they order the attack on me?
No, no, no, that they didn't.
They didn't order it. How do you know they didn't?
So you do know who ordered the attack.
(deep breathing)
(bird chirping)
Yeah, well, you've gonna have to come down for that, baby.
Make no moves.
Don't move.
(sighs)
What's up, paaji?
Long time no see!
What's going on?
I thought if I called you,
you wouldn't come.
So, I lured you here with the promise of a hookup.
(chuckles)
But it looks like you're shitting in your pants!
I was actually going to come meet you at the gym.
You were going to come on your own?
That's awesome!
Yup, to see how you are doing.
To see how the fuck am I still alive.
How the fuck did he survive?
What're you talking about, bro?
(stammers)
You know exactly what I am talking about.
But I still don't get it:
why did you want me dead, man?
What have I ever done to you?
You didn't do anything. I didn't... I didn't want to kill you.
Trust me.
Why?
- Tell me! - (gasps)
I was...
Sarab Paaji got arrested, and I was really angry*
If you were really angry, you should've come up to me and shot me!
It was a mistake, I... I didn't mean to.
You've got to believe me, man, I...
Antonio, he says it was a mistake.
Well...
Then you've got to pay for your mistakes, brother.
(gun cocking)
Nimma, come on.
I am Sarab Paaji's...
I am Sarab Paaji's brother.
Please just... just let me go.
You can be anyone's anything,
but you'll still have
to deal with the consequences of your actions, right?
Nimma, please.
Please I am sorry.
Forgive me, bro. I'll stay out of your way.
Please.
(heavy breathing)
Alright, now that you've said sorry,
it's all good.
Now your soul can finally rest in peace.
Nimma! Nimma, don't do this!
Nimma!
(car door closes)
- (gunshots) - (sniffles)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey you.
Come on then!
F**k you!
You son of a bitch!
(fighting walla)
(grunting)
(sniffles)
I'll get the boys on top of it.
Let's find out who the killers were.
He used to wear some really pricey watches!
They used to glow in the dark, right?
He got his lights turned off.
Sarab Paaji's gonna break down.
Break!
Will the police give temporary permission to Sarab Paaji
for the cremation?
We'll give it a shot.
(sniffles)
Look who's all grown up!
- He was bound to mature eventually. - (sniffles)
Just make sure this newfound maturity doesn't go to your head.
Chill, bro and enjoy the hit.
One for our Purab.
Here you go.
(sniffles)
(cellphone ringing)
Yeah, what's up?
Where do you want to meet?
Don't wait for me.
(sniffing)
I told you not to stop,
but you're still stuck on that!
- That's why I came to talk. - We've already talked.
It's over.
So let it be.
- Yeah... - DJ,
once you say something, it sticks.
You can't just take it back by saying something else.
Will you even let me speak?
Yeah, go ahead.
Tell me,
I want to hear what you have to say!
Nimma, shots were fired at you!
It could happen again!
So what?
The one who shot is gone!
Tomorrow, someone else will shoot, and they'll be gone too.
(sniffing)
Is this really the life you want?
Yeah, I'm enjoying myself.
- What's the problem? - There is a problem.
The kind of problems a brother should have!
Brother!
DJ, I had one in Punjab, and he died!
So stop creating these pointless relationships!
- Forget it! - What the fuck is this!?
You want to kill me?
Nimma, I fucking care.
Harleen loves you.
- It's not that easy to just brush it off! - I don't care if she leaves too!
You all can go!
Just leave me alone! I'm happy!
You're lying.
You don't get real happiness from all these things.
When was the last time you were really happy?
As far as I remember,
it was when we were picking out a ring for Harleen.
I've never seen you happier.
Maybe my fate just doesn't want me be happy, DJ.
Come on, man.
Hey, as far as I know, Nimma,
you're the kind of guy who makes his own fate.
And you can do better.
We are closing the bar.
Sure.
Come on, let's go home.
Hmm?
I'll get one for the road.
I'll go get the car.
Can I get a drink?
(sniffing)
Nirmal Chahal?
- Nimma? - Yes, bro.
You guys deal in drugs, right?
You make a lot of money?
Come on bro, is everyone here just to lecture me today?
What's with all the advice?
You're ruining an entire generation!
I'm not responsible for what this generation does!
Crazy fucker!
I brought my brother here to study.
I was working day and night as a janitor, saving money for him,
but now he's ended up in jail because of people like you!
Did I send him to jail?
You're the ones leading them down that path!
You'll do anything for a quick buck!
And you take pride in that!
These days, just shooting a gun makes anyone feel like a big shot.
Respect and courage*
You can be one too.
Go ahead, be a big shot.
Here, fire away, be tough.
Just end this mess. I'm seriously fed up!
What are you doing, man?
- Take it! - (gasping)
Don't test me.
Go ahead and shoot me.
I'll shoot.
Crazy man. Give it back.
- I'll shoot. - Just give it back, man.
Hey!
(gunshot)
Nimma!
- (gunshot) - (groans)
Are you fucking crazy?
How dare you shoot at my brother!
He says I've ruined the generation!
Which generation have I ruined, huh?
He's fucking crazy.
(gun cocking)
I don't want no trouble on my site
- so take this body and fuck off! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't interfere, DJ. Stop.
Yeah, I, I... I'll take care of it. You go, okay?
- Move it! - Yeah.
Move it, man!
Come on!
Leave, DJ!
Move!
Fuck!
Get in, get in.
Let's go to the cops, Nimma.
Are you fucking crazy?
We'll tell them it was an accident.
You want to go to the cops? It was a mistake!
It was an accident!
Drive to Harjit's place.
Just drop me off there; I'll take care of it.
It was a mistake, it was an accident.
You have nothing to do with this.
Just take us to Harjit's place.
Leave me there. I got this.
Harjit!
- Nimma! - Open the fucking door!
What the fuck are you doing here?
- Get the dead body out. - Nimma...
Fuck, Nimma...
Harjit!
Damn it...
Open the fucking door--
- What's wrong? - Turn that off.
I fucked up. I shot someone accidently.
What? Are you okay?
There's a fucking dead body in the car.
It was just an accident. A person is dead.
- What are you doing here? - Just take it easy, man.
- There's a fucking dead body in the car. - Here, take a look.
Here, take a look.
It's okay, it's okay, I get it.
Let's go inside and have a drink first.
Have a drink? Are you fucking serious?
You have a drink and let me put on some clothes.
Let's go inside.
- Come on, let's go inside. - Hey...
- Let's go. - Come on.
Don't worry.
Let's go inside.
Fuck.
(sniffles)
How long--
Listen, let Nimma stay here.
- You come with me. - (grunts)
Let's go.
Sit.
Sit down.
I'll take the boat and dispose of the body.
Don't worry.
Baby, you take care.
This is my brother.
Okay?
I come back.
Wait here.
Let's go, DJ.
You stay in the car with the body,
and I'll go get the boat, alright?
Hey, turn on the music?
- Hey... - Huh?
- Hunh - Huh play... - Huh?
Music.
(indistinct chatter)
Stop, stop, stop.
Stop.
Plan cancel. Plan cancel.
I need to check your vehicle, please open the hood.
What the hell! Step away from the vehicle! Now!
- Go, go! Go, go, go, go! - Hands where I can see them!