All language subtitles for Judgement (2019)_track3_[eng]

SHRIKANT: Good evening, sir.

I’ve traced a location.

I’m reaching the location in some time.

Yes, sir. I’ve called
the local police station.

Yes, sir.

Who was it?

Yes. Right.

Yes, sir. I’ll speak with them.

Okay, sir.

Okay.

Okay, sir. I’ll hang up. Bye.

He’s guiding us from his AC cabin.

Guidance.

Guidance, my foot.

We lose our lives on the field.

They must be brought out.

- Hello. Who is it?
- MAN: It’s me.

- SHRIKANT: Hey, encounter master,
how’s it going? - MAN: Fine, sir.

SHRIKANT: We’re being pressurised
by the top bosses.

- MAN: Yes.
- SHRIKANT: What do you mean by that?

- Are you doing something about it?
- MAN: Yes, I am.

- SHRIKANT: Or, are you just a chair
warmer? - MAN: Sir, have you reached?

SHRIKANT: In some time.

- MAN: Where?
- SHRIKANT: Do me a favour.

- MAN: Yes.
- SHRIKANT: Pull some records.

MAN: Which ones?

- SHRIKANT: From the local
police station here. - MAN: Yes.

SHRIKANT: I will need them.

- MAN: When do you want them?
- SHRIKANT: What do you mean?

- SHRIKANT: Get to work right away.
- MAN: Yes, sir.

SHRIKANT: ‘Yes’ is all you say.

(Cellphone rings)

(Cellphone rings)

Yes, tell me.

I’ve already left that place.

Yes, I’ve got the property papers.

PURUSHOTTAM: It’s good.

A good spot for a farmhouse.

It’s close to the city too.

Yes.

It’s the gift for
our 25th wedding anniversary.

(Chuckles)

PURUSHOTTAM: I’ll take 5-6 hours.

I’ll be there.

Sure. Absolutely.

Okay.

(Vehicle approaches)

(Vehicle approaches)

(Sighs)

Do you have one, made of glass?

Give me a bottle of chilled water.

(Message received)

Hello, it’s me.

I’m on my way back.

I’ve taken a break for dinner.

I’m near Pawas.

It’s on the highway.

Yes, Sadanand had called.

His wife is doing fine now.

He would’ve taken
the bus to pick me up.

I told him not to come.

I may not drive as well as he does,
but I’m not bad.

(Chuckles)

I’ll be back soon.

Hello! Hello! Hello!

The mobile batter...

Yes, it’s about to drain.

I may not be able to call.

Hello...

(Clicking tongue)

Oh, yes.

One ‘roti’,

one ‘dal fry’ and rice.

One ‘roti’, one ‘dal fry’, one rice.

(Chair creaks)

Hi, sir.

- Hi.
- I’m Shyam.

Hi.

Aren’t you Purushottam Bhosale,

the famous judge?

I’m a huge fan, sir.

- I follow you.
- PURUSHOTTAM: Thanks.

What brings you here?

I had to attend to something.
I’m on my way back now.

On your way back.

In fact, your recent book,

“Beyond Truth”.

I’ve read it twice.

Thanks.

Are you a lawyer as well?

No, sir, but I’ve studied law.

I wanted to practise, but,

instead I decided
to study the human mind.

Study of the human mind,
Psychology.

- I’ve taken up Psychology for a PhD.
- Good.

But what is my connection?

I mean, how is it connected to my book?

Of course, there is.

When faced with legal threats,

we witness the different states
of conscious and subconscious minds.

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

More than the criminals,

I’m more curious to know
the mentality of lawyers.

Proving the truth to be a lie
and a lie to be a truth

is a mentality worth studying.

Don’t you think,
you’re insulting my profession?

No, sir.

I study the dimensions
of a human mind.

I find many such dimensions
from your books.

Take for example, the terrorist Kasab,
whom the world knew about.

But he had to be given
a lawyer, to present his case.

That lawyer’s mentality
must be studied.

Interesting.

Thank you, sir.

For example, I must mention,
your Sayyad Qureshi case of 2004.

Page number 153.

That man was absolutely cool-minded,
when he killed his wife.

Mostly, you knew about it.

But he’s mentally unstable
and he murdered her by mistake,

was something you proved perfectly.

Sir, they say...
I mean, I’ve heard,

anyone with a fat and short thumb,

commits at least one murder
in their lifetime.

Is that true, sir?

Why are you paying my bill?

I’ll do it.

It’s my honour, sir.

Oh, no.

I’ve left my tablets in the car.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, no, sir. I’ll get them.

- It’s okay, I’ll get them.
- No, sir.

Sir, the key...

Where are they?

It’s in the left corner
of the glove box.

- Okay, sir. I’ll get it.
- Thanks.

(Clinks)

What’s taking him so long?

(Sighs)

Oh! Yes.

- Your tablets.
- Thanks.

The key.

Done.

Thanks.

I must get going.

Of course. Let’s go.

I’ll come along.

(Sighs)

(Cicadas critter)

You shouldn’t have paid my bill.

- Anyway, thanks.
- Why are you thanking me?

Drive safely.

The road has many turns
and you’re new to the area.

If we’re meant
to meet again, we surely will.

Yes. Thanks.

(Car unclocks)

(Car ignition)

(Car ignition)

(Car ignition)

Crap.

(Car ignition)

(Car locks)

Is there a car mechanic around here?

I can’t start my car.

Right now...

- What happened, sir?
- Well, my car won’t start.

Give me a moment.
I’ll get my books.

Sure.

Let’s take a look, sir.

Oh...

(Car unclocks)

Oh!

(Thud)

What is it?

It’s a major problem, sir.

Something’s burned out.

- Your car won’t start now.
- Oh, no.

I must reach Mumbai by morning.

Why don’t you
come with me in my car?

Five kilometres from here,
there’s a bus depot.

You may get the last bus.

You may send Sadanand
with a mechanic to repair the car.

How do you know Sadanand?

I heard, when you
mentioned it to someone.

Okay.

Shall we leave.

The last bus.

Okay.

(Car locks)

(Brakes squeal)

Oh, crap.

The last bus has left.

What!

The next one’s
at 7.00 in the morning.

Why don’t you
come home with me?

I’ll bring you here in the morning.

Okay.

(Crickets chirping)

(Brakes squeal)

(Horn honking)

(Horn honking)

Do you have a watchman here?

There was a watchman.

But there’s none now.

Open it.

What?

Open the gate.

(Crickets chirping)

(Gate squeaks)

(Gate squeaks)

(Gate squeaks)

(Car door opens)

(Car door closes)

Come in, sir.

Sir, please.

“Open sesame.”

(Chuckles)

One moment.

(Door creaks)

(Swish)

(Swish)

(Clunks)

Come in.

This way.

(Switching on)

(Clock chimes)

(Switching on)

- Have some water.
- Thanks.

It’s made of glass.

(Chuckles)

Sit down.

(SIghs)

(Clearing throat)

The bungalow...

It’s an ancestral bungalow.

But I inherited it
from my mother, not my father.

My mother’s father.

Do you live all alone here?

No, sir.

My mom lives with me.

Why do you lock the house?

Actually, mom stays upstairs.

She’s had surgery on both her knees.

She can hardly walk.

She moves about the house.

But I don’t want her to move out.

That’s why the lock.

Mom...

Why is she upstairs?

My wish.

It’s my house.

(Chuckles)

You may freshen up.

The bathroom’s here.

No, I’m comfortable.

I’ll check on her upstairs.

Well, sir,

we experience electricity cuts.

A matchbox and
candles are on the table.

Okay.

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

(Clang)

Sir!

What are you doing?

Stop that noise.

I’ll go deaf.

Sorry.

I didn’t mean to cause nuisance.

But it’s not a loud sound.

Sorry.

- (Clang)
- But the sound irritates me.

I’m scared of that sound.

I’ve kept it,
because my mom bought it.

Otherwise, I would’ve
thrown it away long ago.

Please, put it down.

Yes, I’ll do that.

That echoing sound
irritates me.

(Stuttering) I’m scared of it.

Why are you scared?

- None of your business.
- Sorry.

- Sit down.
- Yes.

(Scoffs)

It’s 30 years old.

(Chuckles)

- I saved it especially for you.
- Thanks.

For someone special like you.

- Would you like to have something?
- What?

One moment.
I’ll check what is available.

- No...
- In a moment.

(Sighs)

Some snacks to go with it.

(Sighs)

They were dusty.

- Sir.
- Thanks.

Cheers.

Yes.

My mom called out.

What?

I heard my mom.

Didn’t you hear that?

(Gasps)

I’ll check on my mom.

Please stay here.

I’m coming, mom.

(Gasps)

Sorry.

Well, I was wondering,

if I can meet your mother.

- May I help you?
- I told you, don’t.

Don’t cross your limits.

Okay.

My mother doesn’t
like meeting people.

She’s old.

So, please sit outside.

I’ll go check on her.

Okay.

Okay.

(Gasps)

(Chuckles)

- Please sit down, sir.
- Yes.

May I ask you something?

You’re studying psychology.

Why so many birds
and animals around the house?

I’ll explain.

All these birds are dead.

Some...

died naturally,

while some died because
of an error in judgement.

Some were killed.

But I’ve preserved them all,

because I think, their souls still exist.

Well, sir, I feel that the souls
are more truthful than people.

They don’t wear masks like people do.

What’s going on in someone’s mind?

What are they thinking?

We must be able to identify that.

The human mind is like a mirror.

This mirror reflects that mind
and that one reflects this mind.

(Power fizz)

In the length of your career,

have you experienced a case,

wherein, you judged and you
let your heart rule your brain.

That never happened.

Maybe one of them.

Just one.

The circumstances
are different each time.

Judgements are based
on circumstances.

You practised law
until a few years ago.

A criminal lawyer.

Or, should I say, a criminal liar.

(Chuckles)

No, nothing like that.

I have a surprise for you, sir.

(Clock chimes)

Come on, sir.

What is this?

Sit down.

What is this?

How do you like the surprise?

It’s your favourite game.

For a while, let’s assume,
this is a courtroom.

The judge is right here.

Let’s play case.

Please.

What is this?

Evidence, sir.

At the court,
evidence is the most important.

Proof.

It’s a funny word, isn’t it?

If you want to prove, someone
is a criminal, proof is important.

If you want save something
or someone, proof is important.

We often conceal a lot of things.

Truth, lies, name, impressions...

Crap.

Sir, you can’t abandon the case.

It’s contempt of court.

Sit down.

You’re only showing me the evidence.

Which case is this?

It’s your case.

Mine?

I mean, you know this one.

(Chuckles)

With love,

from Arundhati.

Arundhati...

The name seems familiar.

Don’t think about it too much.

I’ve chosen that name.

The case needs a title.

Just like a child
needs a father’s name.

(Clearing throat)

My lord...

Look ahead.

My lord, Ms Arundhati has been
accused of murdering her boss.

Her age is 26

and the knife used for the murder
has her fingerprints on it.

(Chuckles)

How can I defend it?

I know nothing about it.

All you have to do
is present her case.

And, you must win.

It’s a challenge for me.

Okay?

Let’s place our hand
on this and promise,

whatever we say, will be the truth.

Come on.

(Chuckles)

Okay.

- Whatever we say, will be the truth.
- Whatever we say, will be the truth.

Proceed.

Thank you.

So, my lord, the day
the murder was committed,

the investigating officer...

Am I right, sir?

The investigating officer,
Shrikant Devbagkar, has made a report.

He has examined the matter
before making the report.

The case is simple.

Ms. Arundhati has murdered her boss

and she deserves
the strictest of punishments.

Objection, my lord!

My lawyer friend

has proved my client
a murderer, based on evidence.

But, my lord,

how was her boss treating her?

That day, he asked her
to stay in office,

until after the entire staff had left.

He made attempts on her honour.

She committed the murder
only for self-defence.

Any woman, who is
facing such a situation,

is capable of something like that.

Our responsible police officer,

Mr...
What’s his name?

- Shrikant Devbagkar.
- Right.

Shrikant Devbagkar, when he recorded
the report,

there were no witnesses.

That means,

there was no one there,
who could tell what happened.

(Inaudible)

So, my lord,

whatever happened that day
was purely accidental.

Therefore, while spelling out
punishment for Arundhati,

I request compassion
and consideration of facts.

That’s all, my lord.

Your turn.

(Chuckles)

I’ll check on my mother
and be right back.

(Crickets chirping)

(Sighs)

“O dear moon, are you tired?”

“Are hiding behind the neem tree?”

“The neem tree is full of fruits”

“Stands next to
the moon’s stone mansion”

SHYAM: What are you looking at?

Isn’t there a neem tree
next to the mansion?

After grandpa passed away,

uncle gave us the mansion, right?

Uncle must be fast asleep.

Mom, may I go downstairs?

He’s come from a far-off place.

He’s a well-known judge.

He has solved
several complicated cases.

He’s from Mumbai.

You know very well,

if we have visitors in a car
at night, we don’t let them go.

That’s why I’ve asked him to wait.

I must go downstairs.

Please.

(Clunk)

Have some, sir.

No!

Not anymore.

My head feels heavy.

Come on, sir.

It’s the best time of the night.

Have some more.

No.

Sir, may I tell you about
a dimension of human mind?

When you go far away from someone,

it brings you closer to them.

What do you mean?

For example,

you’re away from
your family, aren’t you?

I mean,

you must be thinking about them.

What are they doing?
How are they doing?

That means, you’re close to them.

Similarly, my mother
is in my thoughts.

That means, I’m close to her.

Sir, memories are
fascinating, aren’t they?

And...

where exactly in the mind,
do they exist?

Is it like a deposit
that we can withdraw

only as much as we want.

(Clock chimes)

(Power fizz)

(Match strikes)

(Anklet chimes)

(Anklet chimes)

Hey!

Who’s that?

(Anklet chimes)

Who is it?

(Anklet chimes)

Who is it?

(Anklet chimes)

Shyam...

Shyam...

Shyam...

Who is it?

Who is it?

(Pigeon hooting)

(Anklet chimes)

(Creak)

- (Flies buzzing)
- (Gasps)

(Gasps)

(Flies buzzing)

- (Screams)
- (Cat meow)

(Flies buzzing)

(Panting)

(Chair creaks)

Your mom was here.

She was roaming outside.

I called out to her.

I called out to you too.

When I went to see her upstairs,

she wasn’t there.

What’s going on?

Will you please tell me?

(Hissing)

What?

Relax.

Relax.

Sit down.

Have some.

Go on. Have it.

Sir, let’s go.

Let’s open the case again.

No, not at all.

Sir, some more time.

Everything will be clear after that.

Sir, please.

- Hey!
- Come on.

Sir, please.

(clicking tongue)

What are you doing?

So, my lord,

the defence lawyer was given time.

Whatever proof they’ve
managed to put together,

must be presented at the court.

Or...

this woman,

Arundhati Tamhankar,

must be punished.

The fledgeling seems so scared.

I’ll tell you a story about it.

The fledgeling lived
in a nest, with its mother.

Her mother is everything for her.

One day, the mother narrated
the story about its birth.

And then, she died.

The little one tried to save her,

but just like you said,
circumstances took over.

What were the circumstances?

Who created them?

The fledgeling decided to find out.

I don’t get what you’re saying.

You’ll get it.

All of it.

How do you know this woman?

- Who are you?
- No one.

I’m a lawyer.

Or...

a fledgeling in the nest.

Not what I meant.

How are you
connected to this woman?

I’m not.

I know nothing of it.

We’re only discussing the case.

- 'Whatever we say, will be the truth.
- Whatever we say, will be the truth.'

I know this woman.

About 30 years ago...

What happened 30 years ago?

Nothing.

(Clock chimes)

(Anklet chimes)

Arundhati...

Arundhati...

Arundhati...

Shyam...

Shyam...

(Trembles)

What happened 30 years ago?

Tell me.

I don’t know.

I’ll tell you.

A girl, named
Arundhati Tamhankar, came to you.

She wanted help.

You knew, she was wronged.

But...

the evidence was against her.

Despite that, you got involved,
mentally and physically.

She was punished
for the crime, she never committed.

- Seven years!
- Who are you?

Tell me, where is Arundhati?

Move.

- I’ll find her.
- No.

- Move.
- You can’t go upstairs.

- Move!
- Wait.

- Move.
- Don’t go upstairs.

- I will check.
- No.

- Shut up.
- No.

You can’t go upstairs.

Tell me...

What happened then?

Tell me.

What happened?

(Panting)

Tell me, what happened 30 years ago?

What brings that look
on your face right now?

Yes.

Arundhati came to me 30 years ago.

It was a case against her boss.

She was so beautiful that
it was easy to fall in love with her.

Her boss was her husband.

Shashank Tamhankar.

About six months
after they got married,

Arundhati filed a police complaint.

Shashank broke into fits of madness.

He would get violent.

He’d beat her up when he’d lose it.

He shot himself in the head
with his own revolver.

The police thought, she was genuine.

After all, she was a woman.

A case was filed.

She came to me and

told me about it in detail.

At first, I also thought
that she was genuine.

The she’d speak for hours.

PURUSHOTTAM: She’d often break down.

She was always well-dressed.

While talking, she’d run
her fingers through her hair.

She’d be lost in herself.

We got involved.

We hardly knew that was happening.

Nothing at all.

PURUSHOTTAM: Then I
found Shashank’s diary.

(Inaudible)

It gave me an impression
that Shashank was normal.

(Inaudible)

Arundhati was the one,
behaving abnormal.

She was the one, getting fits.

It was during one of these
that she murdered Shashank.

Arundhati was at fault.

All the evidence was against her.

I couldn’t have helped her.

But you gained her confidence.

She pinned her hopes on you.

I was helpless.

But she wanted help from you.

Right. I was willing to help.

Yes. She paid heavily in return.

Do you realise what you’re saying?

You took advantage
of her good nature and her love.

No.

She got close to me.

- No.
- What? No?

Circumstances are different, get it?

Why are you shouting?

Did you know,

when someone shouts
during an argument,

it means, there’s a lot of
distance between their minds?

Just as it is between us.

We may be close, physically,

but our minds are at a distance.

I’m the son,
Arundhati had from you.

Recognise me?

What?

Impossible!

Why?

When mom was punished,
she was pregnant.

You got her pregnant.

You knew that, didn’t you?

But your career and
your future was important for you.

You forgot something.

While chasing the future,
you can’t forget the past.

Because, the past
always catches up,

just like I have.

(Gasps)

What are you up to?

Why the gun?

This is my gun.

It’s loaded.

What’s this?

What’s wrong with you?

We can sit down
and discuss about this.

We’ll close the matter.

Look!

The distance between
our minds has reduced.

We’re speaking so softly.

(Trembles)

When the distance
between the minds decreases,

there are no more dialogues.

They communicate through the eyes
to convey what they want.

My mother told me that.

Right, dad?

(Trembles) Oh... well...

Where’s Arundhati?

I want to see her.

If you trust someone,
it can’t be broken.

But if someone,

you trust, betrays you,

it hurts you deep within.

I’ve kept everything,
my mom told me, in my mind.

Since then, I’ve been looking for you.

Circumstances make
things happen, don’t they?

That’s what has happened now.

(Trembles) I want to see Arundhati.

- Haven’t I told you?
- What?

Mom doesn’t like to see anyone.

Sit down.

(Panting)

(Power fizz)

(Gasps)

(Door clunks)

(Panting)

(Clock ticking)

(Gasps)

(Panting)

(Anklet chimes)

Who is it?

Where is Shyam?

What’s going on?

Who is it?

Whose body is it?

Who are you?

'Sir, I’m Shyam.'

- 'The car won’t start now.
- Oh, no.'

'There was a watchman.'

'But there’s none now.'

'Actually, my mom is upstairs.'

'My topic is my mother.'

'Who’s that?'

'Arundhati?'

Here’s your Arundhati.

She’s asleep.

Her feet ache.

Mom, didn’t I tell you,

I’d bring dad
to take a photograph with you?

Look, he’s here.

Will you tell me what’s going on?

- Dad, please take a photograph with mom.
- You’ve lost it.

Whose dead body is it?

How long have you kept it here?

(Hissing)

Do you see these birds?

They’re alive even after
being dead, just like my mom is.

I’ve preserved her,

because her soul lives
here with me in this house.

Sit down.

Mom is watching.

(Gasps)

Dad! Are you feeling uneasy?

Please come here.

(Panting)

I won’t let you go away.

Both of you must stay together.

I’ve been through a lot
to bring the two of you together.

SHYAM: I found an agent,
to find you a home.

I followed you.

I broke your car down
and brought you here.

(Gasps)

You did that deliberately.

That means,
you’re not as stupid as you seem.

Remember,

I’m a judge.

I know how to turn tables
better than you do.

I must’ve made mistakes in the past,

but I won’t face
such dire consequences for that.

Don’t forget that
I didn’t kill Arundhati.

But whatever you’re up to now,

only means, it’s time
you joined her wherever she is.

(Creak)

(Laughing)

(Panting)

Dad.

Dad.

Dad, please come here.

Hey!

Where are you, dad?

“O dear moon, are you tired?”

“Are hiding behind the neem tree?”

“The neem tree is full of fruits”

“Stands next to
the moon’s stone mansion”

(Gasps)

- (Flies buzzing)
- (Panting)

(Crickets Chirping)

(Panting)

Dad...

Where are you?

Dad!

“O dear moon, are you tired?”

“Are hiding behind the neem tree?”

“The neem tree is full of fruits.”

“Stands next to
the moon’s stone mansion”

Dad.

Where are you?

Hey!

Dad...

Where are you?

“O dear moon, are you tired?”

“Are hiding behind the neem tree?”

Dad.

Dad.

(Bang)

(Clunks)

(Groans)

SHYAM: Dad.

SHYAM: Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

What did you do?

(Bell chimes)

- (Bell chimes)
- (Screams)

(Bell chimes)

- (Bell chimes)
- (Screams)

I’ve had enough of your drama.

Open the door now.

Open it.

The key.

(Groans)

(Laughing)

(Clunks)

(Panting)

(Clunks)

(Panting)

(Laughing)

You’re scaring me with an empty gun.

(Scoffs)

It had one bullet.

Bye bye, dad.

(Gunshot)

Dad...

Shall I share a secret?

Had you pulled the trigger again,

I’d be dead by now.

(Chuckles)

Under any circumstance,
each one gets a chance.

You must be able to grab it.

My mom taught me that.

I’m her son.

A very different one.

(Chuckles)

Your legs and feet must be aching.

I’ll massage them for you.

We must all stay together.

Right, dad?

I’ll serve you well.

I’ll take good care of you.

Okay, dad?

My mom’s wish will come true.

I’m going to take a photo
of the two of you.

(Chuckles)

I’ll take good care of both of you.

I won’t let you go anywhere.

Okay, dad?

I’ll do exactly as you say.

(Brakes squeal)

(Birds Chirping)

Yes?

Are you here to see someone?

No one.

Who lives in this house?

- You?
- No. It’s empty.

But who are you?

- I’m ACP Shrikant Devbagkar.
- What? ACP Shrikant Devbagkar?

- What brings you to our village?
- Who are you?

I’m Shantanu Sawant, crime reporter.

This is my card.

I work for the “Police Times”.

May I say something?
I’m a huge fan of yours.

I’ve studied many of your cases.

And the missing case

from a couple of years ago...

- The criminal’s judgement...
- How far is Pawas from here?

About 20 kms.

The hotel owner was right.

Hotel Kinara?

Well, sir,

it’s the only good hotel
on the 30-40 kms stretch.

May I ask, whether
you’re here for a reason?

Since you’re a reporter,
I’m letting you know,

you must print only
those stories, that you can confirm.

You shouldn’t print those,
which you know nothing about.

Do you know him?

Have you seen him
in the area, in the last 3-4 days?

- Yes, I know...
- Where did you see him?

The media’s been printing
a lot about him in the last few days.

A media person in this area
has printed that ACP Devbagkar

is the only one, who can solve the case.

I had to come here.

May I suggest something?

You could ask me for help,
if you need any, with this case.

It will be my honour to help you.

Besides, I know the area very well.

I know many people here and
the way the local police function.

I’ll make sure,
everything remains a secret.

Not a soul will find out about it.

Thank you very much.

(Footsteps approaching)

Excuse me, what’s your name?

I’m sorry. I forgot.

Shantanu Sawant, crime reporter.

Mr. Sawant, is there a car mechanic
in the vicinity?

My car just broke down.

- (Horn honks)
- There are no mechanics here.

Oh, God.

I’m in a soup.

- May I suggest something?
- Sure.

Come with me in my car.

I’ll drop you where you want.

Your staff may take the car later.

You must’ve informed
the local police station.

You must come with me.

It’s getting dark.

Okay. I have no choice.

Please drop me.

SHYAM: Well, right from birth to death,
one has to make judgements.

When a child takes its first step,

it has to make a judgement.

Stuffing food while the teacher
is around requires judgement.

Attracting a girl’s attention in college,

and all the effort behind it
is based on judgement.

Even after death, placing wood
on the pyre needs judgement.

While I’m saying that,
you must be thinking,

why I am saying this.

At the same time,
you must be judging me too.

And I’m judging you.

But sometimes,
your judgement goes wrong.

- Sir, I have a request.
- SHRIKANT: What is it?

SHYAM: Can you come home
with me for a while?

SHRIKANT: Your home?

SHYAM: My family will be happy to see you.

- It’s on the way.
- SHRIKANT: Oh, no. That would be...

It’s not right
to come over so suddenly.

SHYAM: It’s right on the way.

Sir, please.

SHRIKANT: Okay, I’ll come.

SHRIKANT: Whom do you have in your family?

SHYAM: My mother and my father.

It’s a small family.

- SHRIKANT: Okay. Let’s go.
- SHYAM: Okay, sir.

(Horn honks)