He seems quite young, doesn't he? Bugger's already committed a murder?
Where is the murder weapon?
Oi, idiot!
You should've used your brain. You run away after committing murders.
He seems off, sir. Looks completely crazy.
Name: Dheeraj Kumar Valmiki. Father's name: Bhagu Kumar Valmiki.
Valmiki? Are you from the lower caste?
Doesn't look like it.
I'm sure his name was changed for admission through quota.
Go on.
Enrolled into the Hampton School two months ago.
Before that, he was at the Nurpur Khatola Government School.
How can a boy from a public school afford such a posh private school?
Tell us.
There was a fire… at the school.
What?
There was a fire at my previous school.
Everything turned to ashes overnight.
Many in the night classes were injured.
And six kids lost their lives.
The fire at the school in Nurpur Khatola
is touted as being more tragic than the Uphaar Cinema incident.
The kin of the students that were burned to death in the fire
are now going on a strike.
There are widespread protests after the shocking revelations made today,
and people are blaming Ahuja Builders.
The local corporator, SK Chowdhary, also gave his statement.
When the uproar didn't stop,
Ahuja Builders had the remaining students enrolled
into various schools across Delhi to calm the ongoing tensions.
And they chose the three of us for Hampton International School.
What is he doing, man?
Fuck's sake.
Hampton International.
Delhi's best and most expensive school.
I had never seen a school like this in my life.
Saba!
Come! I'm glad I found you here, Dheeru.
Why?
-This is a really weird place. -What are you saying?
Look at this place, it's so amazing.
Right?
Saba Manzoor. The topper at our school in Nurpur.
Her dreams were much bigger than ours.
Bigger than Hamptons even.
I knew for sure that I'd find you here.
-Who's the third joining us? -Dheeru!
-Balli? -Hey, man! Did you see?
The whole school is air-conditioned. Let's rip off a wire or two.
Oh, man! Look at her!
That girl's wearing a handkerchief for a skirt.
If the wind blows a little…
Hey!
Sorry, don't issue a fatwa against me.
Then, there was Balli.
Poor in studies, but extremely crafty otherwise.
The third seat went to him.
What are you looking at, fool?
You're here because of your studies, and I'm here thanks to a hack.
What kind of hack?
Come on.
Listen up, you're my bro. You see…
It felt like destiny had brought us to that school.
All three of us felt a weird sense of excitement.
Opportunities like this are rare for us and we wanted to fully utilize it.
After coming here, we realized that there are schools
that would put large malls to shame.
And the students here look like they came straight out of a movie.
Everything was perfect.
Glittering.
Like a dream.
Babe, you won't believe what's behind me. It's a tragedy.
Oh, my God!
We have The Three Musketeers.
Who are these fucking losers?
What's going on?
-What's going on? -Those shoes, though.
What?
I swear, dude.
Is he coming here?
Hi, brother.
Yo! This seat is taken.
No worries, dude, I'll sit there.
-This seat is taken too. -Dude, seriously!
Is this a public bus?
-Why don't you sit on the floor? -Dhruv.
Why do you care? Just sit there quietly.
-Koel, Koel, Koel! -Koel, oh, my God!
What is this shitfest?
Okay, so, look who's interested in jhuggi boy suddenly.
No, dude. That's not her type. She's into old men, remember?
Yeah, I'm really gonna enjoy this rando cockfest. I cannot…
All right, class. If you remember,
I told you about three new scholarship students few days ago.
-Yes, sir. -They're with us today.
Give them a warm welcome.
Let's help them out. Share your notes with them,
make them feel comfortable, okay?
Is he talking in Hindi for us?
Okay, introductions?
-Me? -I'm talking to you.
Tell us about yourself.
Hi, friends. Myself Balram Patwal.
I'm topper in modelling and dancing.
He's a "topper."
I come from Hindi medium, but my English is like bullet train.
I have over 289K plus followers.
All the autorickshaw drivers of Delhi basically.
-Do they make reels in villages, too? -Come, I'll make yours too.
Quiet, please.
Hello. My name is Saba Manzoor.
I live in Delhi, but my family hails from Uttar Pradesh.
Oh, really? I grew up in Uttar Pradesh too.
Where are you from?
Why is she not telling us?
Shady.
Aligarh.
I want to study hard and become an international diplomat.
Keep dreaming.
Nice to hear. At least your goals are clear.
Unlike some of our friends here.
-Oh, hold on there. -Okay, sir.
I think you should apply for the Hampton scholarship.
Hampton Gold.
-Correct. -Yashika!
Yo, that's mine.
This scholarship will fund your education if you wish to go abroad and study.
You won't get a visa.
Mad stuff, bro.
Now I'll have to compete with Hindi medium folks.
Seriously?
You?
-Hello, classmates. I'm Dheeraj Kumar. -Hello, Dheeraj.
What up-- What's up?
-"What up"? -"What up"?
Sir, very happy to come in Hampton School.
Hey, it's Hampton. Please don't "hump."
Please don't come.
-Aryan! -Present, sir.
-"Hampton." -Quiet, please!
Don't say anything or he'll cry.
Sir, I want to use the opportunity to study in this school,
and become an able IAS officer.
Sir, this guy is very hard-working.
He'd study all day and clean tables at restaurants at night.
-He'll do great. -The cafeteria's that way, boy.
He's a fucking waiter.
Who's there in your family?
-My father-- -English, bro,
Why is he struggling so much?
My father used to work at construction sites.
-He's a labor. -and then…
So, send your father to the site.
-Who will clean the toilets? -Veer!
-I'm serious. -Shut up, Veer!
-You missed, sis. -Hold up, girl.
I don't feel like it today…
Waiter.
Our classmate is a waiter.
Hey, get up.
-Who did you ask before sitting here? -Sorry.
Actually…
Relax, I'm joking.
I'm not like those assholes.
You want some?
Hampton's sexy, right?
-It's good. -It's fuck all.
You'll only ever get trouble here. Be careful, okay?
Should I be careful of you too?
I'm harmless. Almost.
Come on. I'll show you the rest of this shithole.
Come on. Get up!
You're the daughter of the Ahuja Builders, right?
Maybe.
After the fire at my school, I googled them. I've seen you there.
If my family had died in that fire, it would've been fun.
And, listen, don't be so formal, they'll eat you alive here.
-Leave me! -Shit.
Stay the fuck away from my sister. Go!
Veer, don't create a scene.
My brother had too much protein powder.
-That's why he's-- -Go to servant quarters.
-Hang out with your people. -Veer, go! Don't do that!
Go and complain to Mom and Dad, you dickhead!
Were you born out of the asshole, that you're so different?
Get lost, asshole!
What the fuck did he do to you, man?
-God! -Why do have to give alms to every beggar?
Just buzz off, man.
These beggars. It's embarrassing. We're fucking Ahujas!
-Where did this come from? -Give me that.
Oi!
Oh, Neeru?
Will you just stare, or come give me a hug?
You got out so early?
Early?
I had just led a protest march… The Ahujas are very influential.
They locked me up for a month without any charges.
The police won't keep me forever.
That's good.
-You look good. -Easy.
Hunton International?
Hampton.
-What? -Hampton.
Is it?
Whose wedding did you go to in the suit?
I was at school.
You know how a company gives uniforms to new workers, right?
It's something like that.
Tell me one thing, Dad.
Shah Jahan cut off the hands of his workers,
Ahuja burned the students.
Who's the bigger asshole?
No one knows who started the fire.
You know who's paying for your scholarship, right?
Ahuja's kids study with me. Same class.
Listen, kid, don't live with that illusion.
Ahuja's kids and you can never be in the same class. Right?
What do you want? I shouldn't study?
Share unsolicited wisdom and cry "casteism" like you?
I've gotten one chance. Why should I let it go?
Don't let it go.
He forgot about our fight in a day.
Do what you want. I'll take care of myself.
Yes, Mr. Satya Ji. Yes, we're good, thanks to Guruji's grace.
Yes, sure. Yes. May God be with us.
I was talking to Mr. Satya.
Guruji has called you to meet him.
Why? He's not having fun with the aunties?
Watch your mouth.
Veer, do one thing.
Invite those three new students to the Nurpur launch party as well.
-Why, Dad? There aren't enough waiters? -Hello.
Sit with me some day. I'll teach you the value of PR in business.
You are really happy, aren't you?
Tell Mom and Dad about your waiter boyfriend.
Seriously? Can't you hang out with decent people?
Hang out with Koel, she is such a nice girl.
Meet Yashika, she's lovely.
What is wrong with you, Suhani?
She got everything on a platter, that's why.
She has lost her mind.
You haven't learned anything from last year's incident.
We're not going to always ruin our lives because of you, Suhani.
Do you understand that?
Mom, don't worry, I won't let that happen.
Why don't you guys say it?
-Listen, calm down. -If you want to say it, please do!
Just say it.
-Calm down. -Do you want to say it? Say it!
Say it! Say I'm fucking mad! Say it! You think I'm fucking mad?
-Do you think I'm fucking mad? Say it! -Suhani, shut up!
-Say that I'm fucking mad! -Shut up!
-Suhani, shut up! -Fuck you!
-What the hell is that? She's mad! -Fuck you! I hate you!
Clean this up, Ramdas.
Ramdas!
Suhani? Suhani!
Please open the door, man!
I'm sorry I lost my shit, okay?
I know what you're doing in there.
You don't need drugs to make you feel better, Suhani.
I can't see you like this. Can you please…
Suhani, open the fucking door! Open the door, man!
Suhani!
Happy birthday…
You know, this cake is legit insane. Sharan's gonna die. He's…
Sharan.
Happy birthday to you
-Virgin no more after tonight. -Call me Mr. Cash Money…
You guys, Sharu is a big boy now.
-The last of us to turn 18! -Boy toy!
Welcome to the adult club
where we can all, officially, get into a little…
And now, a word from the man of the hour himself.
Meet the horniest 18-year-old in all of Delhi NCR!
I don't deny it.
It works like this.
Oh, my God!
Try the cake, big boy!
-Of course he's yours. -You're such a grump.
-Where are you going? -See what I'll do.
…these boys, I tell you.
Hello? Hello!
-Happy birthday, brother. -Get lost!
You like party?
Today at Samrat.
I celebrated my 18th birthday there, with DJ from Amsterdam.
Come, my brother is bouncer.
"Bouncer."
Okay. Well, my friend is literally the owner, so…
Who? Shamsher? Then you should come for sure, we'll go dancing.
-Move on, man. We don't need anything. -Go away, man.
Please go. Just leave.
Hey, Balli from Delhi? Do you really have so many followers?
Absolutely. I make videos everyday. Look at this.
Even I wanna see, show me.
-You can check it out too. -Oh, my God.
He's legit weird.
-No way. -That's legit, he's… He's twerking.
You're joking! What is this?
Show us a live demo.
Off with your shirt too.
Well, you'll remember this, all right!
Girls, like me, share me, subscribe me.
-No fucking… -Check it out.
-Did you see? -What are you doing?
I'm making friends, buddy. Like I always do.
So wear your clothes and do it.
Bro, when the girls request it, Balli's six-pack make an appearance.
-I'm shook. -You girls having fun?
Enjoying the antics of this bumpkin?
-Kind of. -Shots fired.
Fuck off, you fucking assface. Get out!
You're very fluent with the F-word. Why don't you teach me too?
I'll teach everything, son. Will you call me "Dad"?
-No way he's talking… -On one condition.
First tell me, what color's my dick?
Hey, yo, what does that mean?
Go home, and check your mom's lipstick.
Motherfucker!
-Guys, please! -Stop, guys. Please stop, guys.
Hey, are you stupid?
Guys, the principal.
Shit, shit, shit.
Wear it.
-Happy birthday, Sharan. -Thanks.
Nice cake. Where are the…
I haven't met the new students yet.
Good morning, ma'am.
Miss Manzoor, good morning.
Are you going to… wear this to school everyday?
Love the look, babe.
How's the school, child?
It's amazing, Dad.
Is there another Muslim girl?
I haven't met everybody yet.
-Did anyone ask where you're from? -No.
They don't care too much.
Where is Faruq?
Their daughters walk around in skirts.
Two? Are you buying vegetables, asshole?
I'll give you the best price. It's Malana cream, bro.
Do one thing, get some people.
Your Majesty!
Will you do the accounts this year?
What's so important on the phone?
Okay.
Why do you wander around like Jews?
-And what kind of clothes are these? -Why do you care?
Behave yourself. Who do you talk to for so long?
How was it?
If I perform well, I'll get a scholarship to study at a foreign university.
Save me too. Take me with you.
I'm asking you something.
-Who do you keep chatting with? -Friends, Dad.
Some of them are still alive.
One day, when my patience runs out, I'll send you back.
When you get beaten at the town square…
Dad!
Oh, fuck!
Fuck, that was awesome! Oh, fuck!
I came so much. Fuck, that was sick. Fuck, man!
Fuck!
Faster, Dhruv, faster!
You'll have to do ten more laps if you're slow.
Don't you have any strength in your arms?
Fight for it. Come on, Dhruv! Come on--
Faster, Dhruv!
What is this? If you perform like this at the state selection,
you'll be eliminated in the first round.
Do you want to compete at Under-12 Girls' level?
Asshole.
You are just useless.
Hey.
What the fuck? The guys here are such assholes.
Hey! Where's my towel?
Stop grinning, you fool.
Even my clothes?
Where are my clothes?
I have eyes like a hawk. I will see all of you.
Oh, my God!
Dude, what the…
Hello! Anybody see clothes, please?
You? You clothes' thief?
Funny, funny. Very funny.
Laugh, laugh. My dick will laugh too.
Hey, what is this? Come on, let's go.
Wear this towel. You've just come here, do you want to get expelled?
Expelled?
They won't dare to expel me!
Okay. Fuck!
Oh, my…
Oh, my fucking God!
-God! -What happened?
That… Fuck, what's her name? That new chick.
Fuck her, man. Just…
Stop! She'll go and tattle.
What? Nothing will happen, calm down.
If she complains, I will get jacked with Hampton Gold right around the corner,
and I don't want to take any chances.
Baby, it's her word against ours. Just, come on!
Fuck, Veer! Will you just stop?
You see that? The moment I showed my body, the girls took off their panties.
Easy, bro, this is Hampton.
You won't even know when you'll be forced to wear this here.
Why? Are you jealous, fucker?
Hey, listen.
-What's up? -Look, I want to score some.
Darling, I'll score you the best stuff. We'll go after school.
You wouldn't have had this kind of stuff before.
Hey, Dhruv, walk faster.
If anyone fucks with you, just tell me.
And if that swimming instructor barks too much, just signal.
I'll beat the crap out of him.
He's my dad.
If your dad's like this, how will your mom be?
She is the principal.
Bloody hell!
You really hit the mother lode.
Come, Dhruv. You're my brother.
Look, Faruq. Give him the five grand stuff. The big one.
Give him the money.
I want a shawl for each of the five.
Take as many as you want. They don't sell anyway.
Take this.
-Isn't five a little too much? -It's Malana super cream, bro.
You're getting it for five because of me, otherwise, it's not less than seven.
-Shall we smoke one here? -No, man, I'm leaving.
Tax?
Hurry up. Okay, then, I'll see you.
-Will you roll? -You don't know how to?
Hey, do you want this?
Why are you moving in slow-mo?
That dome. What architecture, man.
People say that there is a lore hidden in its history.
The Mughals had an architect, Ismail Khan.
He came to Delhi from Isfahan.
Hey, man. Do you want this or not?
-From where? -Iran?
He could never return home.
So he fashioned this tomb in the color of Isfahan's skies.
Those tiles are destroyed now.
Hey, are you okay?
Let's smoke and get out of here.
-I don't want to be smacked by the owner. -Come on.
You've caught on to the persona of a revolutionary.
The filthy rich people will neither let us study, nor move ahead.
They don't pick up a book after tenth grade…
Hey. I was the one who made life hell for Chowdhary and Ahuja after the school fire.
-They got me jailed. -Take him home.
I'm telling you, guys.
The time for talking is over, let's take action.
-He was the first to raise his voice. -Whatever.
There's a phrase for people like him, "a fucking nutjob".
Shut up, motherfucker. You weren't beaten any less.
Look at him. That boy will go places in life.
I can guarantee it.
Bloody backstabber. What places? He is getting ready to go suck up to them.
I was saying that…
Let's organize against Chowdhary again.
-Let's get others-- -Chowdhary is nothing.
He's a dog, who'll go wagging after whosoever pays him money.
-I'm telling you, let's frame Ahuja. -Didn't you go to jail because of that?
-Think carefully now-- -Hey, shitwad!
I'm talking about a revolution, and you're stuck on peace.
Revolutionary.
Don't taunt me. I'm the real descendant of Babasaheb.
If Babasaheb was here, he would've said,
"Hey, fool, go to a school."
The caste system is the biggest scam of this age.
And this bastard is the new follower of the leaders of that scam.
-Come on, get up. Get up. -What is this, man?
Get up, man.
-Hold this. -What is…
Hey, Dheeraj. Come, let's go.
Let's go, man. Come on.
Tonight, we'll have a party!
Who gave you a driver's license, you clown?
Your mom gave me the license.
And my dad gifted you to your mother…
You're the neighbor's son…
You are not our blood.
Don't do this. This could be someone's house.
Hey, butterball. It's your turn now.
-I won't go, man. -Go to hell then.
Hey, get down, man. Where are you going alone?
What are you doing? Stop it!
-Where are you going, man? -Let's go.
Just tell me.
-Neeru? Neeru! -Hey, keep quiet, asshole!
What an amazing house!
Neeru, what the hell are you doing?
Manni? Manni, why aren't you saying anything?
As if he listens.
AHUJA IS A MURDEROUS THIEF
"Thief"? Have you lost your mind?
Motherfucker.
Run!
Let's get out!
Hold on. Wait for Dheeru! Don't let him be caught!
Hey, come on. Hurry up.
Come on. Don't go and start washing their dirty plates now. You're a guest.
Neeru!
This is it, my peeps.
The party that Delhi has been begging for.
Where only a lucky few get in.
Our first party as official adults, bitches.
Come on, gotta give me some angles here.
No.
Who is the real snack? Is it Mumma, or is it Baby?
-Hey, Yash. -Cute.
Who's that?
Yo, who is that?
Giving a new twist to Nurpur Khatola streetwear.
Headlining actual cringe-fest, Balli from Delhi.
Balram Bhaiya, how do you feel after seeing this face of Delhi?
-The fuck! Don't touch me, dude. -Hey!
You're lucky that Balli took a selfie with you. Get lost!
-How you you, bro? -Balli!
-This party is lit. -Thank you.
Give me the card.
Oi, the staff entry is back there, okay?
I thought the party was exclusive.
How can I believe that you're Dheeraj Kumar?
Aadhar card.
Suhani, come here, baby.
-You guys must've met Suhani. -Yes, of course.
How are you doing, Suhani?
I heard you were at the clinic for a few days.
How is Anubhav, by the way? Were the rape charges dropped,
-or did you write the victim a check? -Suhani.
That girl was just framing my son.
-Dheeraj! -You shut up.
Please save me from these blood-sucking insects,
before I murder them. Come on!
Did you see? Money doesn't buy you class.
Where are we going?
Hey, bitch.
It's okay, guys. It's Rani Suhani.
Ashrit, my candyman.
Hey, take it easy.
Tell your mom to take it easy.
Come, come, don't be shy. We're all friends here.
I got disco biscuits for my princess.
Disco biscuits? You're the best, man.
I'll be back.
Spoilt kids from weird families.
Money, drugs, alcohol.
I had never seen such a school.
No one studied there.
It was beyond my comprehension.
Beyond your comprehension, or beyond your means?
Now tell me, why did you stay there?
For Suhani.
-Can I ask you something, Suhani? -Yeah.
Veer is your younger brother, right?
Then how come you're in the same class?
I'll tell you some other day. Let's party.
Okay, as you wish.
-Do you know something? -What?
You're very cute.
Come on.
Yes, Father. It's just that Mehar is finding calculus a bit difficult.
I will be late. I'm trying to wrap this up as soon as possible.
Tonight is dedicated to one special person.
A man who works day and night for the good of society, and not greed.
So please welcome on stage
Chairman of Ahuja Properties,
and founder of Ahuja Charities, Mr. Suraj Ahuja!
I'm so proud of you.
Cheers.
Thank you.
-Yes! -Come on, Dad! Yes!
This project wouldn't be possible without my friend and business partner,
Tarun Kalra, and…
the support of Nurpur's generous corporator, Mr. Chowdhary.
Please welcome both of them with a big round of applause.
Tarun.
I want to inform everyone present today that we will rebuild the Nurpur School.
Yeah.
And not just the school,
but we will also be giving a surprise to Khatola.
Yeah.
Presenting to you, Ahuja Classique!
Delhi's premium recreational and edutainment facility!
Ahuja Classique, featuring gymnasiums, spas and outdoor infinity pool,
cinemas and wedding halls.
The lavish lobby features original artworks
by Spanish painter, Pablo Picasso.
Where did the school go?
My dad ate it up for dinner.
Kids are the future of our country.
And today, we dedicate this project of ours
to the kids from Nurpur,
who have faced a lot of difficulties, and now…
they're making a new life.
To the gems of Nurpur. Come on. Where are the kids?
Where are the gems of Nurpur?
-Come on, come on! -Come here, kids.
Come on, hurry up!
Stop fooling around. Look that way.
Should've changed your clothes.
I saw the CCTV footage. You were publicizing my name, huh?
It's okay. Let's talk later.
Thank you.
Such a small school, and the rest is the club?
This is being clever. If you want to be something, be a builder.
Grab any land that you lay eyes on.
What the fuck? Is this a mall?
Bro, Ahuja found out that we jumped his wall.
If I had the money, I would've had the asshole's photo in the newspapers.
You're crazy. The atmosphere is very different here.
Pick me up in sometime.
Free schooling, free food. It must feel great to hit the jackpot.
Uncle's going to change the face of your area.
He does so much for people like you.
He burns our houses, that's what he does.
This is being done for people like you.
This is just PR.
Why are you here then?
Maybe I'm taking advantage of the opportunity too, just like your uncle.
What opportunity? Winning the Hampton Gold scholarship?
That's mine.
It was yours.
With all the sex you're having in parking lots,
you think you'll have the time to compete with me?
You talk so much.
Khatola's topper shut you up in a minute.
Come. Do you wanna party?
-One more, come on. -Shots, let's go.
-One more, one more. -Let's go, let's go.
Come on, hey! One more. Come on.
Take a shot, fucker! Yes!
Dhruv is on fire!
Come on, come on! Let's go!
I think that monkey-man finds you sexy.
We need more champagne.
Won't your boyfriend have a problem if you dance with me?
What's wrong with dancing?
I left you a present in your locker. Liked it?
I framed it and hung it in my room.
How did you know that pink's my favorite color?
Shit! Are you fucking blind?
-What the fuck? What the fuck is this? -Clean this!
I'm fine.
Relax, baby. I'll buy you a new dress.
-This isn't about the fucking dress, Veer. -Then?
That Saba thinks that she is better than us.
Thinks she's better than me, what the fuck?
Honestly, she doesn't deserve to live in our country, let alone the school.
By the way, I have an idea that will shut her up once and for all.
-Do you wanna hear it? -What idea?
You flirt with her, okay?
Then everyone will find out that she's a fake fucking bitch!
I'm not fucking going anywhere near her, man.
I'm not asking you to marry her.
-Just fuck her, and post it. -No, Yash. Are you crazy?
Baby, she is a virgin, you know?
So it will be kind of sexy.
But everyone at school will find out.
And that's it, she will be finished. Done and dusted.
Do this for me, okay?
And I'll let you do super naughty things to me then.
Fuck off!
That's enough, let's go home.
I'm fucking happy. Leave me.
-What the hell is going on? -Oh, God, Suhani!
You've humiliated us enough for tonight.
Go on. Sort yourself out, and…
see off all the guests.
Did your take your pills?
Yes, Mumma.
Yes, Daddy.
Should I take an extra dose?
Then I can smile brightly for all the guests.
Control yourself. What is this behavior?
Suhani, are you okay?
-Suhani! -What happened?
Oi!
Stay away from her, all right?
Who is this clown?
-Leave it be. -You can ask anyone who I am, asshole.
Neeru, leave it.
Listen to your brother. Keep your head down and leave.
Why? Do you lose face by talking to us?
Are you scared, Veer?
You're worse than a servant.
-Go and sweep something. -Fucker!
Is she mad?
Neeru, run! Run, they're coming!
Come quickly, Neeru!
Easy, easy!
Right, right!
Listen, son, say what you have to and finish this.
Swords are drawn in love. It's no big deal.
Bindra sir is in a good mood,
but he'll want to start drinking once night falls.
And then, only God can save you.
What else can I say, sir? This is all I know.
I understand.
Tell me one thing. Do you regret any of this?
Which part?
If I hadn't come to this school,
she might have been alive today.
Subtitle translation by: Shruti Shukla