01x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

Why don't you get it?
If I don't get a hit, I'll bloody die.

-Give it to me. Please.
-I'm not running a charity.

Get lost! Buzz off.
You're not getting sh*t.

Why don't you bloody get it?!

Bloody b*tch!

Screw you!

You like hitting women?

-You dare to hit her!
-Sorry, man. Don't hit me. Forgive me.

-Let me go.
-Nihal!

Nihal, let him go!

Let him go!

Just let him go!

Not bad, sweetheart!

Hello?

Coming.

Later.

Be careful out there, so I don't
have to bail you out with the cops.

That him?

Maybe.

Looks more like a cop to me.

Relax.

He's our guy.

The stuff?

What's the rate?

Five for everyone else,

but four for you.

How about I rip you a new one?

Let's just call it a deal at three?

Okay.

What's going on?

-Jazz, cops!
-sh*t!

Hey! What about my money? Pay up now!

-Jazz, step on it! Get us out of here!
-Pay up, b*stard!

Give me the money!

sh*t!

Stop the bloody car!

I didn't know he was a cop!
I was just given his number!

I was told he works for Bhabhi!

What number?!
You should've checked!

-I didn't know! Just keep driving!
-Shut up! Zip it!

Stop the car!

I work for Bhabhi!
Stop the car right now!

Stop the bloody car!

b*stard!

Now pay up just as fast as
you tried to bolt with my stash.

Brats!

You've given me BT
because of your damn party.

Sorry, man.
Really sorry. We'll fix your BT.

Here's your money.

This stuff's dead for me.

Doesn't even hit anymore.

The "supply" these days is just trash!

You seem like a fixer…

hook us up?

Damn, you don't waste time.

I mixed three to four chemicals
in Bhabhi's lab…

and cooked this Mitta.

One hit and you'll get lockjaw till dawn.

Want to try?

How long have we been "flying"?

No clue.

What's the name of the pill?

Didn't think of one.

Damn… feels like
a demon is awake in me.

Then let's just call it Demon.

You're a demon too.

What'd you do, cast a spell on us?

I don't know any magic, ma'am.

Then what do you know?

I'll show you.

Big mistake you made
Picking up that stick

When my b*llet will hit your head…

The land of five
rivers now bleeds red.

Another artist just became
a casualty of a g*ng w*r.

Who really is this artist?

Why is everyone chanting his name?

Who is Nihal… and who is Badnaam?

-My brother's in there!
-You cannot go in there!

Why aren't you letting me go?

-You aren't allowed to go in there!
-Stop this nonsense! What are you doing?

Panic is not going to help either of us.

He's been shot six times.

Surgery's tricky.
It'll take some time.

Ma'am…

There is a procedure… and paperwork.

One of you has to come with me
to sign them.

-Let's go.
-Paaji, you should rest.

I'll handle the formalities.

Let's go, ma'am.

Are you okay?

Thank you for yesterday.

For a moment I thought…

Two shooters are in custody.

Who ordered the hit?

It was OG, sir.

I'll give OG a concert
he'll never forget.

Watch over Sanober.

She'll need you.

Only the weak need this…

and you are a fighter.

Nothing's going to happen to Veera.

Cops have the shooters.

OG's done.

Choti…

Nihal.

Badnaam, you crawled out of a drain

OG drives all the chicks insane

Your itch has turned
You all scraggy…

Don't forget, OG's your real daddy

You b*stard!

I wouldn't pen such sh*t
rap even while crapping.

That's my big comeback?!

Golu, get over here.

b*stards.

Time to shove sticks up their butts,

a little pain will
teach them to spit real rap.

Yeah?

Badnaam made it out alive.

Let them in, Balbir.

Sat Sri Akal, Uncle ji.

What's all the fuss about?

Uncle ji already knows me, Golu ji.

You need to come with us.

Your shooters are tired
of rapping your name.

Should I call for beer?

One pint in and there'll
be no need for arrests.

Tell me… have you handed all
control of your department to the women?

It's the trend now…

to diss a big artist
like me and get famous.

They are just kids…
these guys like Badnaam-Shadnaam.

And is gouging out
an eye also a "trend" now?

Which "kid" pulled that off?

Yes, sir?

Craving fame in the media
by arresting a celeb, is it?

-Sir, both shooters named OG--
-Meet me at the station.

Don't take advantage
of being a "lady cop."

I'm sending a warrant…
go raid that place.

Yes, sir.

Go clean up Punjab, madam.

As long as rapists
keep making music…

Punjab ain't getting clean.

"Punjab ain't getting clean,"
she says!

"Punjab ain't getting clean."

The body of a bull,
but acts like a damn dog.

You don't need to bark
to prove you can bite.

You're a man.

I'm a man!
I'm a man!

You're a man.

You're a man. You're a man.

You're a man!

Hey, Robin?

Yes, Paaji?

If something happens to Batman…

will you take care of Gotham?

Go home, wash up,
all of you.

Blood-and-sweat chic doesn't suit you.

What?

Stay away from all this.

From bloodshed,

from Veera, from me, from all of us.

Sanno?

-Sanno, baby, what are you doing?
-No, Paddy Di.

What if something had happened to you?

Hey!

Lucky, you and I were a dream…

but not every dream comes true.

-Sanno?
-For my sake, Lucky. Please.

-Please.
-Sanno?

What are you doing?

-Jazz bhai, wait…
-Let's go, Jazz bhai, please.

Sanno… Sanno, just hear me out.
Sanno… Sanno!

Choti, whatever you decide,
we're with you.

But just remember,
true love happens only once.

What happened, ma'am?

Is Nihal okay?

We've got a warrant
to raid the premises.

We've got intel that
drugs are manufactured here.

Please cooperate.

And who exactly
are you cooperating with?

Rip that star off your shoulder

and blindfold yourself
with OG's g*dd*mn leash.

Hey!

-Start the search.
-Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am, we tore the whole place apart.

Not a trace of any drugs.

Unlock the outhouse.

Do it.

Amardeep!

-Yes, ma'am.
-Search the place thoroughly.

Ma'am!

Take it off.

Yes, madam?

Want me to pack up
all the drugs for you?

Let's go.

You guys really
cook up drugs in here?

Of course, not.

-These cops are just off their rocker.
-It's all stunts…

They're building
a fake case to trap us.

Then what's all this?

Don't overthink it.
Step outside. I'll join you in a bit.

Go on.

Where's the lab?

Nihal did as you told him.

He shut the "Demon" lab down.

Did you print pamphlets about
the shutdown that cops came to know?

We're sh**ting Nihal's
next track tomorrow.

-Okay.
-Entire fam has to be there.

-Cool.
-Be there.

What a Romeo!

Get rid of the lab.

Lucky, the girl is smart
and wants the best for you.

I messed up…

by letting you get
tangled in Gurbani's web.

You eat.

-Where's Lucky?
-Hey!

What's wrong?

You lied to me.

I didn't lie.

We tore apart the whole house,
the garage, the studio…

Forget the lab, we didn't even find
traces of a single g*dd*mn chemical!

Now, tell me,
where the hell did the lab go?

Weren't you going to arrest OG?

It's a process.

I've got to play it by the system.

How much did Badnaam pay you?

How can you even say that?

We might be poor,
but we're not for sale, ma'am.

You said my Lucky would be safe.

You call this safe?

If I leave him in your hands again,
you'll only return a corpse.

I've raised him on my own so far.
I'll figure it out from here.

I was ready to die,

but my haters' curses
made me "bulletproof".

"Love you" to my fans…

and "ultra love you" to my haters.

Your daddy's back.

Paddy… open the cage,

and let "Bulletproof" soar.

"Bulletproof" bloody
belongs to the people now.

-It's live!
-I'm Bulletproof!

From Death
I snatched my own sweet life

From dreams
I brought forth all my strife

Vengeance was given your name
It's true

Badnaam's become the talk of the town.

We're all fans.

After the attack,
Badnaam's rap is blowing up online.

Just three weeks after that deadly attack,
Badnaam's coming back.

But the police still haven't caught
the mastermind,

and in their attempt
to pin a fake case on him

they even carried out a failed raid
at his home.

Even six b*ll*ts couldn't end him.
That's why he's Badnaam.

I'm Bulletproof!

Who is the police really working for?

Now the world sees his art,

but when he was screaming
to be heard all those years…

they all stayed silent.

Badnaam… Bulletproof!

But now Badnaam is a legend!

-Sir!
-OG sir! One question, please, sir.

-Excuse me, sir! Sir!
-Sir!

The b*ll*ts that hit Badnaam…

have torn the chest of every artist.

Still, sir,

Badnaam's getting free PR.

His rap's trending online.

He's become a legend.

That's good.

A good artist deserves that spotlight.

Sir, rumor is you
orchestrated the attack.

And those shooters very
conveniently died in jail.

Those who have nothing to say
resort to violence.

OG only hits with his art.

Sir, is this just another
PR stunt to copy Badnaam?

Hey! PR stunts are for jokers.

A hatchback can never
compete with a Rolls-Royce.

I condemn this attack.

Badnaam is lucky to be alive.

But if something
happens to his sister,

it would be a shame for all of us.

Police must take action.

Good enough? Sat Sri Akal.

-Sir! Sir!
-Sir, please, one more question!

I seek your blessings, Bhabhi.

God bless you, puttar.

You've made a lot of enemies.

Come meet me soon.

-Didi…
-Hmm?

Uncle's calling you!

I'm coming.

Yes, Dad? You called?

Why aren't you at work?

My body may be broken,

but I still have a cop's eyes
and instincts.

Tell me what's going on.

I'll handle it.

Is Lucky okay?

Is he okay?

This system, it does not
allow any work to be done properly.

And now there's pressure
to turn Lucky into a state witness.

It took much effort to get
the boy's life back on track.

But this bloody system…

My child,

this system needs
more officers like you.

Just keep walking the path,

and God will take care of the rest.

Coach sir's been
calling nonstop, Lucky.

He wants you back on the team.

Get off the bed already.

Lakhbir Sahota.

Jersey No. 10.

You're a champion.

Don't quit, Veere.

Don't quit.

You don't know sh*t.

You're not real.

I k*lled you.

I k*lled you.

Who put this up?

I did.

What is this domestic drama,
my feminist queen?

Excuse me, what's the problem
with being domestic?

Lucky should've been here too.

It's okay.

He's alive… that's all I care about.

Is Lucky okay?

Why don't you ask him?

Want me to call him?

You seem really worried about him.

He'll be safe as long
as he stays away from us.

This is our sh*t.
So leave him out of it, please.

You don't abandon family
when things get rough.

For you and Lucky, not just six…

I'd take 600 b*ll*ts.

Go talk to him.

I can't stand seeing
my kids torn up like this.

Go.

Good one, good one.

Pass it, pass it.

How long can that net
bear the brunt of your frustration?

What a pass!

I thought walking away
would help both of us…

the truth is,
I can't live without you.

I miss you.

The rage was really
adding power to my shots.

And now you've melted it all away.

Next time you pull something
like that, I'll vanish…

like a firefly.

I'm sorry.

If the drama's over, can we move on?

Sanno, go home with Paddy.

And you, come with me.
I owe you a proper thank you.

Come on.

Let's roll, guys.

Listen up, boys.

From now on,
no more secrets between brothers.

Now let's talk business.

Don't be all quiet in there.

Meet her properly.

She's Bhabhi.

Dangerous.

Deadly.

Deceptive.

Defiant.

She's like spiced gunpowder
crackling in hot oil.

Don't let that cute face fool you.

She runs a crime empire
right under the cops' noses.

For eight long years, cops
tried real hard to entrap her,

but couldn't even graze her.

Because every b*stard who dared
rat on her… simply vanished.

Cops… and 40 criminal cases.

All got dismissed.

Zero witnesses.

But I know this much…

Nimmo watered these maize fields
of Sangrur's Green Revolution…

not with water…

but with blood.

Bhabhi! He's here!

Hold your horses, girls.

Everyone will get a selfie with him.

Let me give him a little "touch-up" first.

Live long.

Full and final payment for Mitta, Bhabhi.

Who are the Undertaker and
Justin Bieber tagging along?

They're my brothers…

And this time, Bhabhi, I need more
than your best wishes and blessings.

I need your help.

Let's cook "Demon" together.

We'll sort out the OG problem
together too.

Deal?

Sir, Pandit ji gave special instructions.

Both ribbons must
be cut at the same time.

You see, our sons patched things up,

so we broke down the wall
and made it one big store.

Did the brothers give you
a cut for their reconciliation?

Sir…

This one's called "Kaboom."

You don't smack it on the head…

you slide it right under the butt.

And then watch them blast
off like a rocket…

Kaboom!

-A huge round of applause!
-Please look into the camera.

Let's take a picture together.

-Where are you going, sir?
-Sorry, sir.

Bhabhi, the brick we tossed
in the kiln is burning hot now.

Wait.

Partner's sulking.

OG is mine to hunt.

Don't be so sentimental.

We take OG out,
and run our business in peace!

No.

Scrap the plan, or the deal's off.

Zubeida, pull the brick from the kiln.

Sorry, Bhabhi, it's too late now.

If we pull it now,
we'll burn our hands.