Collar Bomb

What is the cost of a wrong decision?

Have you heard about Mohammad bin Tughluq?

Tughluq was the king of India.

One day he issued an order

that he shall reign from Daulatabad instead of Delhi.

There was an exodus of millions of people,

including the young, old and the sick.

People started dying midway due to hunger, thirst and fatigue.

Destruction, agony and death was everywhere.

Upon reaching Daulatabad, Tughluq didn't like it.

An order was issued again!

Everyone has to return to Delhi.

Papa.

Are you even listening to what I am saying?

Sultan.

Tughluq was the sultan of Delhi,

not the king of India.

Papa, the point is Tughluq's one decision caused the death of millions.

And even more are dying to get accepted in St. George.

She's smoking weed, right? She's eager to get arrested.

Chill, Dad. She's only smoking a beedi

to share on Insta.

And new hashtags are doing the rounds these days.

#BeIndianSmokeBeedi.

#SmokingBeediIsCool.

Forget it.

And since when did smoking beedi become cool?

Everything's cool nowadays.

Even the uber class smokes beedi now,

including those from St. George.

Soon you'll be a part of St. George.

But don't try anything "uber" like this.

You can forget it.

You wouldn't even know.

What is the problem with my Central Public School?

I get it. I get your plan.

First, you quit this city.

And now you want to get rid of your son.

Cool.

Very good.

Live alone.

Doesn't make any difference to me.

But you know what, when you live alone, you die also alone.

Papa, do you even know how to switch on the Wi-Fi router?

-Oh, shit! No, no, no! -Brake, brake, brake!

That thing you were saying...

"You will die alone."

That was good.

What was it?

It's a western tragopan.

The emperor of birds.

Don't worry. It wasn't your fault.

I guess it was its fate to die.

The bastards burned the entire hut to the ground.

Is this the place?

Pick him up.

He's lost a lot of blood.

We can save his life.

You shot him dead, sir.

Case solved.

Sir... Sir...

If your father hadn't arrived here on time that night,

then the entire Himachal would've gone up in flames.

I would be remiss if I don't thank you, sir,

or as we love to call him, our "supercop," Mr. Manoj...

for pulling this town out of the darkness it had plunged into.

Once the light that was Neha was taken away from us.

And what a darkness it was.

Friends, children, five of the toughest days and nights...

So, my admission has nothing to do with my SOP.

They are just doing me a favour because they want to suck up to you.

Don't fret about how you're getting the admission.

Look, Akki...

you've to make it much bigger than me in life.

Make a place for yourself

so people like me are automatically drawn to you.

-Okay? -Yeah...

Who is the manager of this funeral service?

Spent a lot on the decoration.

How about putting another sofa in the front row?

Right?

I mean...

Even I could've taken a seat in the front row.

Getting Neha justice

wasn't just Manoj Hesi, SI Sanawar.

Sorry, sir.

SHO Manali.

Manoj Hesi wasn't the only one who got Neha justice.

In fact, former ASI Ratan Negi worked alongside to get her justice.

Isn't that right, sir?

Stop it, Negi.

Why should I?

Why should I stop it?

Did they stop...

when you and I couldn't find Neha for five days?

Did they stop?

"Useless, worthless," many such abuses they hurled at us.

And now when she's dead,

everyone's clapping.

For what joy are you all clapping?

And for this man?

Stop it, Negi!

Enough.

Don't make things worse, or else...

Or else...

Or else what, sir?

I'll meet with the same fate.

Case closed?

You haven't changed, sir.

In fact, if it was someone else instead of him and me,

then this girl Neha would still be among us.

Bunch of assholes all of you.

Sir...

Death!

Stay back. Stay back.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Yes.

Jai Hind.

That was the Commissioner.

He's left Shimla.

He said that the IRF will take at least an hour.

One hour? We cannot wait one more hour, sir.

We should brief our men.

Yeah...

-Listen. -Yes, sir.

Come here.

Until the IRF doesn't get here, we have only one responsibility.

No one goes inside this building, and no one comes out.

-Any doubts? -No, sir!

Go.

Go sit over there.

Now!

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Does anyone know how to turn this on?

Does anyone know how to turn this on?

No! No!

I don't know.

Turn this thing on!

-I don't know how. -Turn this thing on, or I'll kill you.

I know!

I know.

Stop him! Stop that car!

Stay back. Stay back.

Sir, please stay behind the barricade.

Rawat...

who is this traitor?

How dare he spread terror in my constituency!

This picture just came in.

It's from the Bohemia Cafe CCTV.

It's around 500 meters from here.

His name is Shoeb Ali. Age 21 years.

Hurry up.

Back. Back.

-Turn this thing on. -Yes.

Hey, you... what...

What are you doing? Get back. I said get back.

It's on.

What's taking so long to turn off the electricity?

How many people are inside?

Including students, parents and staff, there must be around 50-55 people inside.

Here's the list.

-50-55. -Yes, ma'am.

Fine.

Sir, this list just came in.

We should send this to the Commissioner and the IRF Commander to save time.

Right.

-Hello. -Hello.

Hello.

"Those with chaste intentions and strong faith,

"their children shall be sent to paradise too.

"It's the order of Allah for the parents of these children.

"If you want to see your children alive,

"then you must sacrifice yourself or your partner's life.

"Either the mother has to kill the father, or vice versa.

"Allah has left that to you to decide.

"The price of your child's freedom is your sacrifice."

In the ongoing terrorist attack on Sanawar's prestigious St. George School,

the suicide bomber has laid down his first demand.

For the freedom of their child, the mother or the father must sacrifice themselves.

What the real motive of this terrorist is

and why he is making such horrible demands

are not clear yet.

Listen...

Hey, what is it? What is this?

Go back.

I said move back.

What is your name?

Don't try to act smart. Move back.

I mean how do I address you?

Ali.

I wasn't supposed to say my name.

Look, Ali, everyone here is scared of you.

They are following your orders too.

Now, do one thing. Take that diary you have...

and read what's written next.

"The youngest kid..."

No one will leave their position.

Did anyone see where the shot was fired from?