Patiala House

Idiot, you are still awake?

It's 12 o'clock.

'It's out. He's gone.'

'He certainly is a hero for his university.'

'Parghat Singh is your new champ.'

'When you're 17, you don't think...'

'...that you'll grow up to be a nobody.'

'Well, I didn't want that either.'

'But what I wanted didn't matter.'

'My father had chosen my life.'

'My name is Parghat Singh Kahlon.'

'And I am living the life my father chose for me.'

Uncle, balloons!

My son.

You're so cute.

Happy birthday.

Where is your father?

He's inside. - Sister-in-law, give me the'samosas'.

Hello, brother Saini.

Doctor, hello to you as well.

Pour some medicine for me...

...A little medicine with hot water. - Make a peg.

Gurtej, this is Gurdial Sira.

Hello.

Even he was told that...

...if you have a visa and advocate Virendra Saini's address...

...you are sure to get a job in England.

That's so right.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear Gattu.

Happy birthday to you. - Come on, son. Cut the cake.

Happy birthday Gattu. - Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday Gattu.

Happy birthday Gattu.

Happy birthday Gattu.

Happy birthday to you.

We don't want you in our country.

Leave our country.

Go back to your country. - You're wasting your time.

Leave!

Go home! - Go home! - Not welcome here!

You ugly people! - We don't want you in our country!

No, brother. Brother!

Brother Saini, stop him.

You're not welcome! Come on! - Go back to your country!

Gurtej!

'That day my father changed.'

'The abuses hurled by the British was all he could hear...'

'...not our sobs.'

Gurtej! Gurtej!

Open the door!

Gurtej, open the door!

Gurtej, open the door!

What happened? - Brother Saini...

What happened to him?

What happened to brother Saini? - The British...

What did the British do?

Just come quickly. - Tell me.

'The shocking murder of advocate Virendra Singh Saini...'

'...has led to tension at Southall.'

'The 75-year-old man's head was skinned and he was killed mercilessly.'

'The people here are calling it a communal murder.'

'There is unrest among the asians living in Southall.'

'Because it is believed that in spite of having witnesses and evidence...'

'...the police is doing nothing about it.'

'It was cloudy that day in London.'

'Rain was forecast.'

'Which meant cold weather.'

'All around us everything was the same.'

'Except for us.'

'Mother was so terrified that she did something...'

'...a Sikh would never even imagine.'

'Will gladly cut off his head, but never his hair.'

'Father dug in his heels and fought back.'

'In the beginning I think it was to avenge Saini uncle's death...'

'...or probably for the problems we faced.'

'Steadily, due to the fight, everyone seemed to look up to father.'

'Uncle Sira.'

'Mr. Sandhu from no.21.'

'Harkeerat's papa.'

'The workers at the factory...'

'...or just about anybody in Southall.'

'Father either raised his voice or his hand.'

'The days of depending on the British were gone.'

'Our own schools, hospital and Gurudwara.'

'He erected all of them.

'It were as if Southall wasn't a part of England...'

'...but a village in Punjab.'

'And father...'

'...the chief of Southall.'

'And he had only one agenda...'

'...only one purpose.'

The abuses of today will be muffled by the applause of tomorrow.

Why should I become a slave to the British...

...when tomorrow I can rule over them?

'Times changed, but father didn't.'

Singh means the son of a lion.

Kahlon means my son, my blood.

Do you think the British can weaken this blood?

No!

That will never happen.

My son will not play cricket for England.

That's it.

'Father announced his decision so easily.'

'And my life came to a standstill.'

'He did what he wanted to and carried on.'

'Whereas I lost all sense of direction.'

'Forget the others...'

'...I meant nothing to myself.'

'My name is Parghat Singh Kahlon.'

'And I am living the life my father chose for me.'

Fine, I'll get the ball.

I'll get it.

Uncle...

...ball.

Your papa's phone number?

Don't have parents.

I'm an orphan.

Will my sister do?

My brother broke your windowpane.

I've come to pay for it.

My card?

I only asked them to stop playing.

He's just a kid.

Who are you to stop them?

Miss... - Simran Chaggal.

Don't waste my time. I need to leave.

I can't accept this card.

Why not?

Is it against your pride?

Just because I have an interesting reputation in Southall?

Just because I ran away from home...

...to become an actress?

What?

If I had made it big, you would have accepted it.

No.

Because this card belongs to a Rose Martin.

So what? It's my mom's.

She allows me to use it.

Hello?

It's not like I can't afford it.

I have quite a few cards of my own.

See.

Movie time, video rental, nail salon, Baskin Robbins, Zara discounts.

Very funny.

You know what?

I won't pay for the window.

Give my cards back.

When your boss deducts it from your pay, you'll understand.

Yes. Your boss Gattu.

He was almost my fiance.

Almost?

Yes, we were about to marry.

Well, almost.

No point apologising now.

Fool.

And you know what? Not everyone gets a Baskin Robbins card.

You need 10000 points to qualify.

Change your doors.

Fool.

Gattu! - Listen. - Father.

Police.

'Fighting against problems, father had himself become one...'

'For everyone.'

'My cousin Puneet...'

'...who works at Jalebi Junction frying jalebis.'

'Arshpreet, who works at Heathrow.'

'Jassi and his wife Priti.'

'Everybody in this house was living according to my father.'

'But were they really happy?'

'No one knows that.'

'They all knew that it was father's command.'

'That's it.'

Dolly.

Dolly, the police are here.

Brother just doesn't understand.

Is the press here?

No. Press?

Without the press, police are useless.

Dad, the police have arrived.

So do you want me to do the bhangra?

Father... - Police.

Manmeet. - I know.

Relax. - Okay.

Ready? - Ready.

What happened?

Nothing at all. - Nothing.

You look so beautiful.

So pretty.

Hey.

Sirens?

Not at our house.

Just passing by, dear. - Mother!

Father is going to fight with the police.

Your wedding is cancelled.

Nothing doing.

Darn it! Hell! Tell him not to do it!