All language subtitles for Kasoor.2001.WEB.Rip.720p.x264

The Mistake

No.

No.

Good morning, sir.
- Tell me.

Murder, sir.

Whose?

The newspaper tycoon.
Preeti Saxena of Indian Times.

Stop the car.

Damn it.

These rich brats

won't let you take a night's sleep
or a morning walk.

Ministers, newspapers, TV, cacophony.

Everyone will have an opinion now.

Get in.
- All right.

Where?
- Up there.

What?
- Upstairs. Come with me, sir.

She was the maid,
he didn't even spare her.

Bitch

The glass on the rear door is broken.

He must've come in that way

Shekhar Saxena says that
when he was coming in

someone hit him on the head
from behind and he fainted.

Mr. Lokhande, any clue on the murderer?

Investigation...

Do you suspect anyone?

Will you be able to get the murderer?

One thing is clear, this is no rape case.

The head-wound and place she was hit

says this man's mentally instable.

He enjoys doing this.

One more thing

the murder was committed using
some sharp six-inch weapon.

A knife or some weapon which
doesn't have a straight edge.

It's a jagged edge.

The problem is, a six-inch
knife or six feet of rope

can be easily bought from a shop.

And the fingerprint report says
that apart from Shekhar Saxena

the only fingerprints
they found in this house

was of Shekhar Saxena's,
his wife's and the maid's.

So how do we trace the killer?

What about the wound on the head?
- Not a deep wound

just a little bleeding. Nothing dangerous.

So, the blow was delivered
so as not to make it dangerous?

Right?

Could be.
- Sir!

Sir! I've got an amazing scoop!

I've got all details
from Shekhar Saxena's office.

After marrying Preeti,
Shekhar sure became her husband

but Preeti Saxena still remained
the real owner of the newspaper.

Legally, Shekhar wasn't going
to get anything

out of Preeti's property.

But, according to Preeti's will,
after her death

Shekhar Saxena stands to be the
sole heir of her entire estate.

Got it, sir.
But that man looks too decent.

He couldn't have killed
his wife so horribly.

Exactly.

That's why he killed her so horribly.

So that fools like you might say...

"How can a man kill his wife so horribly?"

It's simple.

Had I been sick of my wife
and wanted to kill her

I would've done the same.

Which hospital is he in?

If it were up to me

I'd have obliterated
yesterday from existence.

Yesterday morning, when
I left home, I had everything.

And when I returned...

I still can't believe it's all true.

Where were you between 7 and 8 PM?

At the press club, interviewing
new journalists.

And after that?

I dropped Mr. Kulkarni
at VT railway station.

Then I went back to the office.

Why did you have to go
to the office so late at night?

Mr. Lokhande, I'm the editor
of my newspaper.

Like every Saturday my editorial
was supposed to publish today.

Reporting the growing crime rate
in your city takes hard work.

So last Saturday's hard-hitting
article about the police...

I wrote it.

Oh.

I am the one who writes about
your misadventures all the time.

And look at what you're doing today.

Asking me questions
to fill pages of your diary.

You don't care even

if the murderer gives you
the slip in the meantime.

And what are you staring at me for?

Do I need to remind you
that you're my lawyer?

Yes, exactly. I was about to object.

Objection sustained!

Jadhav?
- Sir!

Let's go and let the gentleman
rest for a while.

What you can see going on here

is the funeral pyre of an innocent women.

Mrs. Preeti Saxena's funeral pyre.

Three days ago, she was brutally
murdered in her apartment.

This incident is a question to us...

What is the motivation behind the murder?

Police finds no clue, no murderer.

What's going to happen to the city?

People are asking for justice.

Despite of political pressure

the police haven't got any leads.

Yet the investigation is in full swing...

The police have assured

that Preeti Saxena's helpless
scream won't go in vain.

Nisha Roy for Alpha TV, Bangla.

She's been asking to meet you,
her brother, since two years.

And when you're finally meet her...

You meet her like this.

Will you change that rote already?

Since last two weeks you've been
coming here and just repeating...

That I loved my wife a lot!

We were really happy with each other.

And nothing happened between us
to prompt me to kill her.

Ask me that once or a hundred times

my answer won't change,
because that's the truth!

No, it isn't.

The truth is, you didn't have
a good relation with your wife.

You and your wife
fought constantly, got it?

We've even heard that...
- What's going on?

What is this? You're harassing
my client for no reason.

Hey, Pawar!

Don't you know who you are talking to?

Entire floor stands up to greet him
when he enters his office.

And you take him for a criminal?

Whatever you want to ask,
ask him properly.

Mr. Shekhar,

I respectfully assure you that

I don't consider you a criminal.

Now, may I ask you with all
due respect, was there ever

between the two of you, any altercation

or quarrel or any tiff?

Did I say we never had a fight?

We might've screamed at each other.

But the answer is we were married?

Every married couple

go through rough times.
- Sir.

I saw you on that TV program...
- Come with me, sir.

The English show with Simi
Garewal. Rende... something.

It didn't seem your wife's happy with you.

Mr. Rustom Sohrab Sodawaterwallah.

You are an attendant at
National Gymkhana, aren't you?

You might say so.
- What do you mean?

I am the attendant in the name.

But I'm the whole and soul of that place.

I know each girl and
who they go out with.

I know which girl hit on which gentleman.

I know all about the affairs.

Forget what's outside,
I've got inside scoop.

Sharma, the junior manager...
- Dude, just tell me

do you have the spare keys

to the lockers allotted to members?

Not with me, with the manager.

I take the keys only once a year.

On 31st December. You know why?

Because it's my job

to keep clean everyone's
lockers and keep it up to date.

What did you notice
this year on 31st December

while cleaning locker number 502?

Number 502 is Shekhar Saxena's.

When I opened his locker
I saw something shining inside.

When I took a closer look, it was a knife.

Oh God, it was one scary knife.

About 6 inches long.

And it had these jagged edges
like peaks of the Himalayas.

You know those serrated edges.

I've already told you

that she used to handle the
financial matter of the press.

I only handled the creative work.

Mr. Shekhar Saxena?

Do you fancy hunting?
- What?

Have you ever been on a hunt?

No.

Bought a hunting knife? Ever?

No.

Think before you reply. There's no hurry.

Ever bought one or borrowed one
from a friend?

I said, no!
- Don't shout!

I'm giving you one more chance.

Tell me the truth.

Talk properly.

To hell with it.

I've been behaving myself, until now.

I also know how to reach

right into a man's throat
and dig out the truth.

You think I've killed my wife, right?

Prove it!

In court, I will, Mr. Saxena.

As of now, I've enough evidence
to arrest you.

Pawar, handcuff this gentleman!

Snap the bracelets on.

Are you prosecuting Shekhar Saxena?

You think Mr. Saxena is the murderer?

Are you holding him on remand?

Better throw this remand papers
away Lokhande, in my opinion.

What are you saying, Mehta?

Without a drubbing, he won't say a word.

You take him for a small time crook
who spills the beans after two slaps?

Want to try third degree on him,
hang him upside down?

Look, he has friends in high places.

Every day, he'll want to take
medical examinations.

He'll turn the tables on you in the court.

The whole world knows he wrote
against you in his paper.

What will everyone think?

That you're taking... what's it called?

Revenge.
- You're taking revenge!

So what should I do?

What to do?

We don't have a criminal record
against him.

Before the judge rejects our application
and grant him bail

and makes us look like a fool in the court

we'd better let him get out on bail.

Mehta, he's going to run away after that.

He's going nowhere. He's very well-known.

You got a few places to hide
if you're that famous.

Wherever he goes,
he'll remain in public eye.

Let him go for now.

We'll deal with him later.

Mr. Shekhar Saxena, you aren't alone!

What did the police ask you?
- No comments.

Are you being pressurized?
- No comments.

Did they set you ups?
- No comments, please.

You all know very well,
my newspaper has been exposing him.

I've always exposed his crimes.

And here I am now.

You're smart enough to figure the rest.

One last question.
- No more question please.

I've called Delhi

and I am thinking about
roping in Mr. Arjun Malkani.

He's the best criminal lawyer
in the country.

No, Mr. Singh.
My case has already been a joke.

I don't want to fly in lawyers
for grandstanding.

I have full faith in your firm.
I want you to represent me.

Mr. Saxena, we're corporate
lawyers. We fight civil cases.

We've never fought any criminal case.

So, you don't have
a single lawyer in your firm

who can represent me for a criminal case.

Well, I never said that.

There is one capable enough.

But that lawyer hasn't fought
a single criminal case

in last four years.

If he's capable

why hasn't he fought
any criminal case for so long?

Strange coincidence, Mr. Saxena.

This person gave up practice
because of Lokhande.

The cop who arrested you.

Then he is my man.

Not a man. A woman.

Justice Bhargav's daughter.
Her parents died in an accident.

She works day and night
to get over her loneliness.

All those pay...

Hey!
- It's past seven, Simran.

Leave early at least on Saturdays.

I'll just be going home, Prabhakar.

I'll be alone at home and here too.

At least, this way
I'll get some work done.

Right?
- Right.

Bye, see you.
- Hmm.

Hey, put the music back on.

Simran!

Thanking all of you, again.

Singhal & Associates.

Oh God. Even the coffee is finished.

Coffee? Coffee? Yeah!

Who's there?

Simran!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, dear Simran.

Happy birthday to you!

Whose idea was this?

Happy birthday, Simran.
- Amit!

You bum! You idiot!
- Simran!

How dare you scare me!
- Simran, listen to me.

Wait a second. I'll teach you a lesson.
- Simran.

Wait...

"Life is really lonely."

"We all need someone."

"Life is really lonely."

"we all need someone."

"Life is all about a search."

"For that someone."

"Someone will love me, too."

"I still believe that."

"Someone will wait for me, too."

"I'm telling you, my friend."

"I tell my heart not to go crazy."

"I tell my heart not to go crazy."

"Life is so drab..."

"We all need someone."

"Life is all about a search."

"For that someone."

"Day and night someone
torments me in my dreams."

"I can't make this journey alone."

"How restless she has left me"

"she doesn't know that."

"I can't hold myself back."

"I long to embrace her."

"I can't hold myself back."

"I long to embrace her."

"Life is a thirst"

"for a companion."

"Life is all about a search"

"for a mate."

I don't think you understand
what I'm saying, Simran.

Mr. Singh.

Ms. Bhargav.

If you want, we can call
Mr. Shekhar Saxena here.

Why don't you talk to him?
- No use.

I'm just a corporate lawyer like you now.

I'm happy representing companies
selling soap and oil.

I'm tired of murder, rape, robbery.

Besides, I'm busy this week with a case.

I know you're busy with a case.

But those cases can wait.

You're very stubborn.

I know, no matter whatever
offer I give you right now

you won't take up this case.

So, I'll make you a request.

Please save Shekhar Saxena.

If the court gives him a death sentence

it'll be an injustice not only
towards a promising journalist

but also an innocent man.

Please be seated. I'll inform Mr. Saxena.

Ms. Simran Bhargav.

Shekhar Saxena.

So black is still your favorite color!

Five years ago, you wore black,
something similar to this.

At the Bar Association's function.

November 1996.

I was a small-time journalist back then.

You gave a really nice speech

about the rising crime rate in the city.

Do you still get all worked up
while giving speeches?

I don't give speeches now.

But, you have a good memory.

For things worth remembering.

Ms. Simran, if I am not wrong,

you mentioned during your speech

that you love flowers.

You said, the sight of blooming flowers

can put smile on anyone's face.

Even after going through
a maze of pain and troubles

he feels twice as determined
to reach his goal.

You said that, didn't you?
- Yes, I said so.

Back then, I believed
in lofty, mushy sentiments.

It was before life gave me hard lessons.

Now I know, no matter
how pretty the flower is

it will wilt after all.

But before it wilts, the flower
spreads its fragrance.

Think about it, Ms. Bhargav.

If in the fear of wilting
had flowers not blossomed at all

the world wouldn't have been
so beautiful then.

What are you trying to say?
- I mean to say

that a single incident couldn't
have compelled

someone as capable
and intelligent as you are

to forget all your education
and your training

and go into a shell.

Besides this decision of yours
not only affects you

but the lives of many others, like me

who want to live their life.

I didn't kill my wife.

When did I ask you that?

If you'd have taken up my case, you would.

Maybe not.

Because before taking up a case

I try to find what's right and wrong.

Then find out. Satisfy yourself.

Because if you represent me,
I'll surely win this case.

And I want to win because I want to live.

We can't fight the Innovation
case without any clues.

Obviously, I...

'The one I've been looking for,
everywhere'

'has been right here near me.'

May I sit down?

Do whatever you wish.

Once upon a time, Ms. Simran and I

used to punish criminals together.

Now I hear she's getting into
the business of saving criminals.

I hear you're taking up
Shekhar Saxena's case.

Wrong.

Take my advice and prove me wrong.

It's interesting when you have
to take on your old rival.

What really makes our life interesting

is a cliffhanger.

Have you heard about Ajit?

Remember how we sent him behind bars.

I hear last night he hanged
himself in the lock-up.

I'm glad, he did.

A quick tug is better then
dying slow death of convict.

Four years ago, I was
the prosecutor in Ajit's case.

I trusted Inspector Lokhande's
charge sheet.

I fought that case honestly.

Ajit's mother screamed
her son's innocence.

Instead, I trusted the witnesses
Lokhande paraded

and Ajit was sentenced for life.

Later, I came to know

that Lokhande had framed Ajit
for personal gains.

He had proof of Ajit's innocence.

But he never mentioned it to me.

You're getting worked up
for no reason, Simran.

I don't think you're at
fault in Ajit's case.

Even if you are...

How is fighting Shekhar Saxena's
case going to make up for it?

An innocent has died because of me.

If another innocent man is saved
from the gallows because of me

I might be able to face myself once again.

You're making a mistake
for undoing another.

Amit, I need your help on this case.

I'm always with you, Simran.

What If Shekhar Saxena is really guilty?

During the course of the case,
if I find out that you're guilty

or if you ever try to lie to me,

I'll quit the case right away.

That's not a professional attitude.

Mr. Saxena has asked you
to take up his case and not to...

Mr. Singhal, please.

I accept.

I won't lie to you or ever try
to hide anything.

I need your appointment diaries

previous bank statements,
details of public meetings.

You will have them.
- One more thing.

Until we get a verdict

I don't want you to attend
any public meetings.

You won't write any article
for any newspaper.

I don't want your photos be
published anywhere, whatsoever.

Judge and public,
neither of them should think

that we're trying to influence them.

Secondly, in front them
you've to carry yourself as such

to project yourself as you're
having a complete break down

after your wife's murder.

I am a broken man, Ms. Bhargav.

I'd also like to
tell you something, Mr. Singhal.

I don't want you or any lawyer
from your firm to help me.

I'll fight this on my own.
Amit will help me, if I need any.

I want to project this case
as just another case.

Okay.

I'll follow your instructions.

Mr. Lokhande, I took your advice.

I have taken up Shekhar Saxena's case.

Well, that's nice.

Makes the case interesting.

Well madam, how may I be of service?

You can't be of any service, Mr. Lokhande.

I just came here to tell you
that whatever you did to Ajit...

Ajit was a scum!

I'm glad he killed himself.

Or else, he would've
suffered all his life.

But your new client

is a bit more educated, smart.

Tell him not to mess with me

and to confess his crime.

Even the court might be
a bit lenient towards him.

I know more about the law
than you do, Lokhande.

Get one thing straight.

If you try to conceal any
evidence that might prove

Shekhar Saxena's innocence,

I'll charge you under Section...
- Enough!

Don't you teach me about sections.

There are two things I remember by heart.

First, the Hanuman Chalisa.
The second is the law handbook.

I'm know my way around
penal codes and the law.

You love playing with the
loopholes of the law, don't you?

Go on.

Draw up the longest charge sheet
against him.

If Shekhar Saxena is innocent

I'll have him acquitted
right in front of you.

And that is a challenge.

I opened the door and walked in.

What was the first thing you saw?

Blood.

Her blood was spread till here...

I slowly walked towards the bed.

Her hands, her feet were tied.

Her dress was in tatters.

Her legs were tied here.

Her breasts were ripped out...

She was knifed between her legs.

Sorrow comes in the guise of joy.

And such was my first meeting with Preeti.

I was just a small-time journalist.

I was at the Press Club to interview her.

Preeti was rich and
she had a style and charm.

I liked everything about her.

We started seeing each other.

And before I knew it, we were married.

Few days into marriage,
I understood what value

a middle-class boy has as for
a rich girl like Preeti.

Back then perhaps she thought

it was cool to marry ordinary man like me.

And I was fool to assume

that I would climb the social ladder

and someday I'd stand
as tall as she stood.

I could never climb the social ladder

and even she didn't try to
climb down to get close to me.

We always had strange distance between us
in our relationship.

Like rail tracks that run parallel.

Sounds strange, doesn't it?

We lived together,
but we were never that close.

So close to each other and yet so far...

In love with each other yet lonely.

Alone. So lonely.

Yes, I want all the fingerprint details

from inside the house.
- Amit!

Also about the case.
- Yeah!

And the second most important
thing is, I want all the doc...

Simran.

Shekhar?

What happened, Shekhar? Shekhar?

Shekhar!

What are you doing, Simran?

I made coffee for you but you're sleeping.

Have some coffee, we're working all night.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, have it.

Good girl.

If there was no love lost
between Preeti and you

you must've thought something against her.

You never felt like betraying her?

Maybe cheat on her.

Never. In fact, as long as she was there

she was the only one in my life.

I didn't even look at another woman.

Did she think as you did?

I mean, did she ever cheat on you?

As far as I know, she didn't.

What do you mean?

As far as I know, she didn't.

That means you didn't have
full faith in her.

You're the one who
doesn't have faith in me.

That's why you're asking me
all these questions.

You still think I'm making up
all these stories.

You think I killed my wife.

You're talking to me just to find out why.

That's not true. I'm just asking...

Don't ask. Look at it.

Look into my eyes.
You'll figure out what's the truth.

I'm thirsty.

"What has come over me
ever since I've seen you?"

"What's this ecstasy I feel in my heart?"

"What has come over me
ever since I've seen you?"

"What's this ecstasy I feel in my heart?"

"I hope I don't fall in love,
I hope I don't get lost."

"How do I hold myself back, tell me"

"I hope I don't fall in love,
I hope I don't get lost."

"How do I hold myself back, tell me?"

"What has come over me
ever since I've seen you?"

"What's this ecstasy I feel in my heart?"

"Why do you invade my dreams"

"with those stares through your tresses?"

"Why does you downcast eyes"

"words softly spoken draw me to you?"

"A fragrance clouds my vision,
and suffuses my being."

"A storm rages under
my breath, I don't know why?"

"I hope I don't fall in love,
I hope I don't get lost."

"How do I hold myself back, tell me?"

"I hope I don't fall in love,
I hope I don't get lost."

"How do I hold myself back, tell me?"

"I can't hold myself back anymore."

"How do I tell you,
it's no fault of mine?"

"Even if I wanted to,
I cannot stop the change."

"How do I conceal my emotions,
for it burns without a fire?"

"I hope I don't fall in love,
I hope I don't get lost."

"How do I hold myself back, tell me?"

"I hope I don't fall in love,
I hope I don't get lost."

"How do I hold myself back, tell me?"

Are you certain you saw the knife
in this particular locker?

Ma'am, I've answered
this question as many times as

there are drops in the rain.

It all boils down to one thing.

I'm not Shekhar Saxena's enemy,
but a friend.

Can I tell you something?
I like him very much.

Even if you present me
with foolproof evidence

of Shekhar Saxena having murdered his wife

I still won't accept it.

But this won't change the truth

that I saw the knife in this locker.

Thanks.

I say you better eat, because
what I'm about to tell you

will ruin your appetite.

Yes, madam.

Lokhande has drawn up a long charge sheet
against your millionaire.

On the basis of a knife

which an attendant saw
in Shekhar's locker?

Lokhande loves wasting
government's stationery.

Let him do it.
I know how to deal with him.

It isn't as simple as you think.

Even Lokhande knows his case is weak.

Maybe that's why he's playing his cards.

What is he doing?

He mentioned a girl
in the charge sheet. Shalini.

He might even present her in the court.

A girl?

Of course, now that the matter
is out, it will run its course.

Your client's young, handsome and rich.
A scandal is possible.

Hi.

If you wanted to do have things your way

why did you appoint me as your lawyer?

What happened? What's the matter?

Didn't I warn you before?

If you're guilty or if you
lie to me I'll quit the case?

But I never lied to you.

But you hid the truth.

Who is Shalini?

Have your laugh.

But when Lokhande presents her
in court against you

I'll wait for you to smile.

Lokhande can't hurt me even
he presents her in the court.

But I want to know all about her.

I'll tell you, but on one condition.

You have to bring back
the smile on your face.

You've to go over
to the telephone company.

I want details of all the
incoming calls on this number

in the past one year.

I know you can do it.

Whose number is this?
- Shekhar Saxena.

Get a handwriting expert on your way back.
I want to verify a letter.

What's all this?
Did you ask him about Shalini?

I'm saying all this after taking
Shalini into consideration.

She is no threat to us.

Simran.

I think you're trying to save
the wrong man.

No. I'm saving an innocent man
from being pronounced guilty.

Okay.

As you wish. You will have
all the details by tomorrow.

Shall we leave now?
- Whereto?

So I have to remind you
about Sapna's birthday?

And I think we're already late.

Amit, I think I have to remind you instead

that we're working
on an important case.

When did I tell you not to work?

Ever since you took up this case

we've been working round the clock.

What else do you want?

You want us to stop living our lives

until Shekhar Saxena is acquitted?

Suit yourself. Go to the party.

But as of now I have to save
someone's life.

What if I can't be saved?
- Why not?

Have you killed her?

Murder isn't necessary to hang a man.

It's just wordplay.

It depends on how a lawyer
builds his case,

presents his witnesses

and then turns his lies into truth

and the evidence...
- Those who wish to lie, let them.

Truth will stand witness for us
and will set us free.

All right. But I'm scared.

What if the court believes
Lokhande's charge sheet?

So what? At most,
you will be hanged till death.

The judge will pound his gavel

he will adjust his thick glasses

and he will sign your death warrant.

And then?

Like you don't know.

Two burly executioners will lead
you in chains to the gallows.

They will shroud your face in black cape.

And for the last time, you will be asked

"Mr. Shekhar Saxena,
what's your last wish?"

"Touch your heart and ask for anything"

"and we shall try to give you your wish."

"Tell us, what do you wish for?"

You.

"I was so restless when I met you."

"I was so restless when I met you."

"Little did you know, how lonely I was."

"I was so restless when I met you."

"I was so restless when I met you"

"Little did you know, how lonely I was."

"To see how much I love you"

"come close to me and see for yourself."

"The fires that rages within"

"just embrace me and feel."

"I can't express what I feel."

"My body and soul, seeks you."

"I was restless when I met you."

"I was so restless..."

"This little wait right now"

"isn't bearable anymore."

"This distance tells us"

"to end this distance."

"I have no wish, no desire."

"All I need is you."

"I was so restless when I met you."

"I was so restless when I met you."

"Little did you know, how lonely I was."

"I was so restless when I met you."

"I was so restless when I met you."

"Little did you know, how lonely I was."

Hi.

Look at this, Amit.
Another letter just arrived.

He's innocent.

He's innocent.

Who might have written this letter?

Who else knows about this case?

Someone who is hell-bent
upon proving him innocent.

Just like you.

Any clues?

Only that this letter was also typed
with a Remington typewriter.

The letter 't' in 'innocent'
is raised again.

Who's doing all this? Find out, Amit.

That's so easy. All I have to do

is knock on every door and ask

"Excuse me, Ms. Simran has sent me."

"Do you own a Remington
typewriter by any chance?"

"If you do, can I take a look at it?"

"I want to check if its 't' is raised."

I didn't mean that, Amit.

You weren't home last night?
- I was.

Why didn't you take my calls?

Maybe it's out of order.

You're lying!

Are you calling that murderer?

What did you say?
- Shekhar Saxena is a murderer.

He is a bloody murderer!

It's not you, it's your jealousy talking.

You're jealous of Shekhar.

Really? I'm jealous of that murderer?

You can't even admit it, Amit.

Your face, your eyes, every part
of you is screaming out

that you're jealous of him!
You are so obsessed.

And this obsession is driving you

to send an innocent to the gallows.

You're mixing your personal
feelings with the case.

Not me, you're mixing your
personal feelings with the case.

Just look at you!
You're obsessed with his innocence.

You don't even understand
that he is using you.

What do you mean?

He wants to seduce you
into giving your best effort

everything you have
in this case, to save him,

can't you see that?

I am a lawyer, Amit.

I always put in my best effort
to save people.

What kind of a lawyer are you?

You have pronounced your verdict
even before the actual trial.

You're screaming your heart out
and declare me jealous

but you should rather look at yourself.

Why don't you admit that
you're in love with him?

And you want to save your lover!

Are you done?

Now, listen to me.

If you want to stay on
in this case with me

you must remember one thing

that we're defending Shekhar Saxena

not prosecuting him.

And if you can't do that

I'll get him justice without you.

I wonder why it's so late...

Mr. Shekhar has arrived.

Mr. Shekhar, if you're guilty
do know how you'll be punished?

Ms. Bhargav.
- Excuse me, please?

How're you planning to prove
Mr. Saxena's innocence?

No comments. No comments.
- Do want to say something?

No, no...
- Is it true that Mr. Saxena...

Did they really find a knife
in your locker?

Can you beat Inspector Lokhande

and the prosecution?
- Come.

Mr. Shekhar, are you ready to be
punished if you are guilty?

Simran, I'll wait inside.

Hi.
- Hi.

So, you're all set

Yeah.

You know what my biggest problem is?

At no point in life can I desert you.

You may consider that as my weakness.

I am sorry, Simran.

Shall we?

Truth Shall Prevail

Please sit down.

Yes, Mr. Public Prosecutor

you may make your opening statement.

Thank you, Milord.

Milord.

The police conducted their investigation

and prepared charge sheet
against Mr. Saxena

and it alleges that on the night
of 12th July at 2 a.m., Mr. Saxena

brutally murdered his wife Preeti Saxena.

The motive behind the murder
was greed and avarice.

Yes, milord.

He was greedy for Preeti Saxena's wealth.

Shekhar Saxena was on the make
for the company he was running

and he'd get that company only
after Preeti Saxena's death.

Like you know

avarice, that addiction by far
more dangerous than any drug.

And once addicted,
even the thought of denial

torments the addict.

I intend to prove that
Preeti Saxena's death...

I am sorry.

Before Preeti Saxena's murder,

her relationship with Shekhar
had deteriorated

to the point of divorce.

Had they been divorced

it would've not only ruined
Shekhar's prestigious career

but it would've been end of
his luxurious life.

So in one clean sweep,
he gets rid of a sword of Damocles

dangling over his head.

Milord, I, Nitin Mehta
as the public prosecutor

will prove the allegations that
Mr. Shekhar Saxena

has been charged with.

So as to enable the court
to pronounce him guilty

and sentence him with at least,

death penalty under the Indian Penal Code.

Ms. Simran Bhargav.

Your Honor, Shekhar Saxena is innocent

And, I, Simran Bhargav, shall prove it.

Thank you.

See, that's what you call
an opening statement.

A very short opening statement
for such a big case.

Silence. Silence, please.

I said, I want silence in my court.

Order! Order!

Order! Order! Order!

Milord, my next witness is
Ms. Shalini Sachdev.

Ms. Shalini Sachdev,
what was your relationship with

the deceased Preeti Saxena?

She was my friend.
- Hmm?

You can say that she treated me
like a sister.

Will you tell the court what your friend

who was like sister to you,
had to say about her husband?

She wasn't happy with her husband...
- Hold on.

Just a little.

Hmm - Because she knew he didn't love her.

She even told me

that "Shekhar is after
another girl of late."

Did Preeti tell you anything else?
- Yes.

Very soon she would be seeking
a divorce from Shekhar Saxena.

Thank you, Ms. Shalini.

Your witness, please.

First, I'd like to compliment
you for your beauty.

You're a very pretty girl.
- Thank you.

Ms. Shalini.

When did Preeti Saxena
speak to you about the divorce?

I don't remember the date.
- Still?

Couple of months ago.

Are you sure?
- Yeah.

What's this?
- Just shooting in the dark.

Isn't true that six months before she died

Preeti Saxena severed all ties with you?

No. We used to talk over the phone.

We even met in the club.

Do you remember when was
the last time you met her?

I told you. Remembering dates
is difficult for me.

Is it true that you liked Shekhar Saxena?

What do you mean?

Weren't you impressed by his
personality and his wealth?

That's not true.
- Except, it was.

Isn't it true that Preeti Saxena
severed all her ties with you

because she knew that you were
trying to attract her husband?

Objection, Your Honor!

The witness is being
pressurized unnecessarily.

But, I can prove it, Your Honor.
- Overruled.

Thank you.

Ms. Shalini.

On December 7, 1999, didn't you
call Shekhar Saxena's office

repeatedly, trying to speak to him?

I don't remember

I am holding the records of
the telephone company.

At 9:50 AM on December 8.

At 11:40 AM. 1 PM. 3 PM. 5 PM.

I told you, I can't remember dates!

Tenth, eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth...

I told you, I don't remember a thing!

For over a month, there wasn't
even a single day

when you didn't try at least 10
times to contact Shekhar Saxena

What's going on, Jadhav?
You didn't find out about this?

Don't you even remember writing
a letter on December 31st

to Shekhar Saxena? Love letter.

This is a lie!
- Oh!

Is this your handwriting, Ms. Shalini?

Yes.

Are you the one who wrote
this letter to Shekhar Saxena?

Yes.

Read it.

Read the letter, Ms. Shalini.

"Dear, Shekhar..."
- A bit louder, please.

"Dear Shekhar"

"you know, just because
I wanted to get close to you"

"I made friends with someone
as vain and rude as Preeti."

I tolerated her.

"And now, when I have begun
visiting your house,"

"you're avoiding me. May I ask why?"

"Shekhar, I want to spend
this New Year's Eve with you."

"Preeti will never come to know of this."

What Ms. Shalini couldn't
write in the letter

she is trying to do it in court.

Clearly, any beautiful
woman will seek revenge

after she has been spurned.

Shekhar Saxena didn't visit her
on New Year's Eve.

Instead, he showed this letter
to his wife Preeti.

That was when Preeti severed
all ties with Shalini.

Am I right, Ms. Shalini?

How would I know?
Why don't you ask Preeti about this?

Order in my court, please.

Silence.

I said, silence in my court.

Order! Order!

This car?
- Amit's.

At this hour?

Must be something urgent.

Should I leave?

Good night.

Hi.
- Hi. Anything important?

He's Jimmy.

The swimming coach in the club
where Shekhar has a locker.

The Parsee attendant says that
Lokhande saw Jimmy last week.

So?

Jimmy hasn't been seen ever since.

What?

Lokhande and Jimmy are in cahoots

and are planning an ugly
surprise for the next hearing.

What can he do?

I don't know.

Anything on the knife?

I have inquired with each
and every member of the club.

No one had a knife in their
locker on 31st December.

Which means,

there's no chance of the
attendant's report being wrong.

He did see the knife in Shekhar's locker.

Did you inquire with ex-members?
- What?

Amit, there must be people

who were members till 31st December

but not anymore. Ask them.

Simran, you want me to go back to the club

rifle through the register

list the ex-members,
and go around telling everyone...

Shekhar is innocent.

Okay.

Hi, Simran.

Shekhar...

I wanted to discuss something
important about the case.

Go on.

I don't actually remember.

It slipped out of my mind.
- Never mind.

You'll remember it again.

Yes, I'll call you as soon as I remember.

Okay, bye.

Listen...

Where did you reach?
- I'm still on my way.

Okay, bye.

Hello?
- Even I didn't want to leave you.

I should be surprised, not you.

The honesty that you had for me
while arguing in the court today

it made me feel proud of myself.

For the first time, I felt,

there's someone who trusts me.

The eyes that sees my innocence,
how I wish I were lost in it.

How can I even go away from you?

I'm already so close to you

that I can reach out and touch you.

To be honest, the way
you're holding the phone

sitting on the stairs, waiting for me

makes me feel nice.

I wish I could pick you up in my arms

and take you someplace far away.

"You've become that happiness"

"which gives joy and peace to my soul"

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

"You've become that happiness"

"which gives joy and peace to my soul"

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

Shekhar will be hanged

"From my being, you have seeped
into my soul"

"through my eyes,
you have entered my heart"

"From my being, you have seeped
into my soul"

"through my eyes,
you have entered my heart"

"You've become"

"the dream which I desired for."

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

"You've become that happiness"

"which gives joy and peace to my soul"

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

"All that which I hid"

"my intimate moments when I hummed."

"All that which I hid"

"my intimate moments when I hummed."

"We have become the poetry"

"which I wrote in my loneliness."

"You have become my life"

"You have become my life."

"You've become that happiness"

"which gives joy and peace to my soul."

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

"You have become my life."

Milord, my next witness is Ms. Rita Desai.

Rita Desai?

Objection, Your Honor.

No such witness is listed on
the agenda of court proceedings.

She is not listed

because she wasn't willing
to appear in the court at first.

She has been called by
issuing special summons

because I feel that her
deposition may prove vital

for the progress of this case.

Okay, Mr. Mehta, you may proceed.

Thank you, Milord.

Ms. Simran Bhargav

you will be given your time
to cross-examine the witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Who is this girl?
- A friend.

What?

Just a friend.

I shouldn't be asking this,
but I am compelled to

tell me, what is your age?

Twenty four years.

What is your relationship
with Shekhar Saxena?

Friendship.
- As of now, yes, friendship, I know

but, I'm asking about last year.

We were in love.

Was this love mutual?

Yes!

Are you confident, Ms. Rita?

I mean, maybe what you thought of as love

might have been mere friendship
from Mr. Shekhar.

Sir,

it was Shekhar who proposed first.

He told me

that ever since he saw me,
he has been crazy about me.

I...

Here.

So, after falling in love with you,

did he ever mention of divorcing his wife
at certain delicate moments.

I know this is difficult
for you. But, it's imperative

that the court is told. Please, Ms. Rita.

He had said...
- What?

He wants to divorce Preeti
and be with me, forever.

But...
- What, Ms. Rita?

But, he couldn't do it because...

Once separated from Preeti,
he'd losing her wealth too.

No more question, milord.

Your witness, please.

Ms. Bhargav?

Ms. Simran Bhargav?
- Huh?

No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Jimmy, did you know Preeti Saxena?
- Yes.

How?

She'd come to the club
to take swimming lessons.

I was her personal coach.

And the personal coaching turned
into a friendship after a while.

Right?

She started liking me
and maybe I liked her too.

You might say that we became
friends quite fast.

And very soon, that friendship
led you to her bed, right?

This is my personal matter.

Look, Mr. Jimmy,
hiding anything from the court

would be dangerous for you.

I didn't become friends with willingly.

She wanted it.
- You gave her what she wanted?

How long did this go on?
- As long as she lived.

Despite knowing the fact
that she was a married woman?

Yes.

Preeti said if her husband
could have affairs

despite being married
then why couldn't she?

Could you please explain that statement?

Preeti said Shekhar came home
with a new girl, every night.

First, he impresses them
with his sweet talks.

Next, on the pretext of
showing her around his house

he shows off his wealth to her.

Then he takes her on a tour
of his collection of flowers

he then impresses her more
by reciting some poetry

some story, or sometimes talking
about nature.

And when he gets the opportunity

he takes her to the bed.

Directly?
- Directly.

Strange, despite knowing all
this about, Shekhar Saxena

she never mentioned about divorcing him!

She did tell me once
that she wants to do it.

But she also said that Shekhar
was managing

her press and her business really well.

I remember, she told me once

she knows that her husband is using her.

Then she laughed, and said:

"So what? even I'm using him."

"Maybe that's life."

Simran, stop!

Simran, listen to me.

Simran, please.

Please.

It was my mistake to trust a man like you.

Simran.

You've used Simran, you made me a pawn.

That's not true, Simran!

I wanted to tell you all this, but...

But?

First, I thought the police
would never find out and even if...

I'm talking about us and not
the police, Mr. Shekhar Saxena.

Maybe you don't remember what I told you

that if you ever lie to me,
I'll quit the case.

I remember, Simran.

But I didn't tell you all this

because I didn't want to lose you.

You have lost me anyway.

You lost me and your lawyer.

"If he has broken my heart,
why should I hate him?"

"If he has broken my heart,
why should I hate him?"

"He has the right choose
if he loves me, or not."

"If he has broken my heart,
why should I hate him?"

Hi, this is Simran.

Please leave your name and
your message after the beep

I'll contact you. Thank you.

Hello, Simran?

Simran, I know you're there.
Please pick up the phone.

Please Simran, please pick up the phone.

Simran, please try to understand.

Please Simran.

Please, Simran give me a chance. Please.

"In a moment, he dispelled all
my misgivings about promises"

"At this painful juncture,
he has left me alone."

"At this crossroad,"

"I shall become a stranger
to him for life."

"I'll be a stranger for him, forever.

"Let him hurt me as he pleases."

"Let him hurt me as he pleases."

"He has the right choose
if he loves me, or not."

"If he has broken my heart,
why should I hate him?"

Hi, Simran.

One more letter just came in.

"What I didn't know,
I have understood now."

"Love is a trade in hearts."

"But, how can anyone dictate
how the heart beats?"

"The heart is free to heave
in sighs, where it wishes."

"Why stand in the way of the heart?"

"Why stand in the way of the heart?"

"He has the right choose
if he loves me, or not."

"If he has broken my heart,
why should I hate him?"

"Why should I hate him?"

"Why should I hate him?"

I've done my job.

I've found out everything
about Jimmy Pereira.

And, I think we've got the case.

I'm quitting this case, Amit.

Because Shekhar lied to you?

I don't know.

What if it was another client
who lied to you?

Would you still quit?

Simran.

You were obsessed about winning this case.

And now you don't want to fight it!

I said I don't know.
- You know it, Simran.

You aren't quitting

because you suspect Shekhar
Saxena's innocence

you just can't tolerate the fact
that there was other women in his life.

You're jealous of it.

Amit, this is my personal matter.

Shall I tell you something honestly?

I'm glad you are quitting this case.

To be honest ever since Shekhar
Saxena has come into our life

he has just caused me much agony.

Yet, I'll never advise you to quit.

Because I don't want to stand
in the way of your victory

for my selfish reasons.

I know, If you dump
Shekhar Saxena at this point

both public and the judge will
think that he's a criminal.

I'm not going to let Simran
stand in the way of the lawyer

whose prime duty is to save the client.

Please sit down.

I am sorry, Your Honor.

I am very sorry.

Your honor, I'd like to summon
Mr. Jimmy Pereira

once again before this court.

Mr. Jimmy.

Where were you working before
your job at National Gymkhana?

At Country Club.

And why would you quit
from such a prominent club?

What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

Isn't it true you were
fired from Country club?

What nonsense! I had quit that job.

Your memory is a bit weak.

You forget

that a married woman had filed a complaint

and the management suspected
your character

and they served you the notice
to leave the club.

What nonsense are you talking?
What proof do you have?

Mr. Jimmy. you've admitted in this court

that you've had a physical
relationship with Preeti Saxena.

Will you tell this court

the places where you both had sex?

Evidently, I didn't do it in public.

Sometimes in a hotel or my place
or sometimes at her place.

The same house where she was murdered?

Yes, but I didn't know that she
was going to be murdered, did I?

Did Preeti pay you for your services?

Are you out of your mind?

What do you take me for?
- I am sorry, Mr. Jimmy.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Mr. Jimmy.

would you tell the court
whether before bedding Preeti

you'd tie her hands and
her feet, say, using a rope or...

You bitch!

Bitch.

What did you say?

What did you say, Mr. Jimmy?

Tell the court what you just said.

I called her bitch!

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!

I called her bitch!

I...

Mr. Sodawaterbottlewallah,

please tell the court about that knife.

It was a 6-inch knife that has
jagged edges.

Anything else?

Which locker did you see it in?

You guys don't understand anything
at the first shot, do you?

I've said it like a million times.
Locker number 502.

502!

And for the thousandth time

that the locker belonged
to Mr. Shekhar Saxena.

Let me also tell you
that it was a fearsome knife.

That's it. Full stop.

Thank you, Mr. Bottlewala.

Ms. Bhargav.

Your Honor, my next witness is
Mr. Lalit Advani

who is also a member of National Gymkhana
like Mr. Shekhar Saxena.

Who's Advani?

Mr. Advani, did you put a knife
in your locker on 31st December?

No, I put the knife in it
a week before that

and the knife was still there
on 31st December.

Amit.

Please take a good look,
Mr. Advani. Is this your knife?

Hmm.

Yes, it is.
- What's your locker number?

402.

Which is right below
Mr. Shekhar Saxena's locker.

I'd like to call Mr. Rustom again.

Mr. Rustom.

Are you sure you saw
the knife in locker number 502

and not in locker number 402?

I told you! Ask me once
or a million times.

The knife was in number 502
and that is final.

Look carefully. Is this the same
knife you saw on 31st December?

This knife isn't the same
as that one, it's different.

How's it different?
- This is rusty, scratches.

That knife was brand new.

It may have been brand new then.

But between 31st December and now

it could've got scratches.

It could've been a bit rusty.

Think before you answer, Mr. Rustom.

This is a matter of someone's
life and death.

Could it be the same knife?

Could it be the same knife, Mr. Rustom?

Could this be the same knife?
- Could be! I'm not God!

If you insist then it might be.

Anything is possible! Yes, anything!

Please let me go! My brain is cooked!

Thank you, Mr. Rustom.

Your witness, please.

Mr. Rustom Zohrab alias Sodabottle...

What else do you want to ask?
I told you it's possible.

Anything is possible.

I must be out of my mind the other day.

I might've not been thinking straight.

To hell with your knife!
To hell with your locker!

I don't want any of this!
I want to be left in peace.

Oh God!
- No questions, Milord.

The court is adjourned till tomorrow 9 AM.

I wanted to... Simran?

Simran, I want to talk to you.

I don't want to.

Weren't you prancing about
in the courtroom?

And saying your dialogues
with a sway of those hips!

You're all fired up, aren't you?

How about I take you to bed
and calm you down?

Amit!
- I am sorry, Simran.

For God's sake, Amit!
- Are you okay?

Sure?

Tell me

I was waiting for you, another
letter came by addressed to you.

The same Remington typewriter
with the raised 't'.

Our ally now wants us to meet this girl.

Yes?
- Ms. Payal Malhotra?

Yes?
- I'm Simran Bhargav.

I know. Come in.

Ms. Payal, please tell the court
about the incident

that happened with you on
the night of January 9th, 1998.

I was asleep in my bed

suddenly I heard something and got up.

Before I could scream, someone
clamped down on my mouth.

I was really scared.

I saw a man in my bed

and he was bending down over me.
He was dressed in black.

He was wearing a black mask.

He had a knife in his right hand...

Objection, milord!

This deposition is not related
to Preeti Saxena's murder.

Over ruled.

Ms. Payal, can you describe the knife?

Yes, it was huge.

Like any other hunting knives.
Serrated along the edge.

What happened then?

His left hand was clamped over my mouth

and with the right,

he placed the tip of the knife
on my throat.

And slowly, he began pressing.

I was bleeding from my neck.

But I was so scared
that I couldn't even scream.

Then?
- Then...

He slowly moved the knife down my body.

He dragged the knife

towards my heart.

And then, he slashed me
wherever he fancied!

He kept on cutting, slashing!

After that, he tied my hands and my feet.

Then he dipped the tip
of the knife in my blood

and wrote 'bitch' on the wall
in front of me.

And suddenly, I wonder why
but he took a pity on me.

At the end of it,
instead of doing anything

he put the knife in his mouth

and before I could understand anything

he vanished into the dark.

It's okay.

Ms. Payal, you must've read
about Preeti Saxena's murder

in the papers?

Yes.

So you must've realized

that both of you were
attacked in the same manner?

Yes.

That's why I went to the
police station to talk about it.

I even lodged a written complaint.

Is the police officer whom you
spoke to, present in this court?

He's sitting over there.

He has come to my house, twice.

Once, three weeks after Preeti's murder

and the day before.
- So what did he tell you?

He told me that the attack on me

has nothing to do with
Preeti's murder in anyway.

How could a cop do this!

He misled the witness.

This is not the truth, Milord.

Inspector Lokhande, please sit down.

She's trying to mislead the court
with these irrelevant points.

Please sit down, I say.

Please sit down.

I shall speak to you later on this matter.

Yes, Ms. Bhargav, please continue.

When you were attacked

were you a member of Country Club?

Yes.

Who was the swimming coach back then?

Jimmy Pereira.

I told you, Jimmy is the killer.

Hats off to the lawyer.

Jimmy is the killer.

If I am not mistaken,
you had an intimate relationship

with Jimmy Pereira, right?

Yeah, right.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

No further questions, Your Honor.

The court is adjourned for
two hours before giving verdict.

Please sit down.

Looking at all the evidence
and depositions of the witnesses

this court has reached to the conclusion

that the accused
Shekhar Saxena is innocent

and all the allegations leveled
against him are baseless.

So this court acquits Mr. Saxena

and orders the police to find
the real culprit.

The case is dismissed.

Simran!

Simran.

Are you going to sue your accusers?

Simran!

Are you guys having problems?

Simran?
- Come on, Nisha, quick.

How do you know about Payal Mishra

when her report wasn't even
in the police record?

Not everyone in this world
is like you, Mr. Lokhande.

Someone wrote me a letter about it.

Some unknown person helped me
throughout the case.

Anything else?

Congratulations, Simran.
- Thanks.

Simran!

Simran.

It wasn't any stranger but Shekhar Saxena.

It was a well-planned move.

I am sure that Shekhar Saxena
has killed Preeti Saxena

and he had begun planning for it
since a year and a half ago.

Ridiculous.
- Simran.

Shekhar Saxena knew

he'd be the prime suspect
in Preeti Saxena's murder.

That's why Jimmy Pereira was set up.

Jimmy and Payal were close to each other.

So he attacked Payal
one and half years ago

like he wanted to attack Preeti.

Next, he had Jimmy Pereira
fired from Country Club

and hired him in his own club.

So that Preeti and Jimmy Pereira
would come close to each other.

And as soon as they did, he killed Preeti.

The man who wrote the letters
to you is Shekhar Saxena

and even Preeti Saxena's
murderer is Shekhar Saxena.

You've lost the case, Mr. Lokhande.

Better get used to live with this defeat.

You can't harm Shekhar.

Today, if I can stand before you
and give this interview

it's all because of Ms. Simran Bhargav.

I'm alive today, because of her,
I owe her everything.

For the first time, I've realized

I've hurt someone close to me
during the course of the trial.

Despite all my efforts

my past finally hurt her.

And today, I want to
apologize to that person

in front of the whole world.

Forgive me, if you can.

Hey, good morning.
- It's good afternoon, ma'am.

It's past three.

Rise and freshen up.

I plan to cook for you today.

Okay.

Hey!

What happened, Simran?

Where are you going?

I forgot I had an important meeting.

What about our lunch?

I am sorry, Shekhar.

I'll call you. Okay?

Hello?

Hi!
- Hi.

Done with your work?

Hmm.

So now you're free?

It's not even two hours since you left

and I feel as if
I've been lonely for years.

I miss you so much.

I love you so much.

There's someone at the door.
I'll call you later.

Simran, I'll pick you up at eight.

Let's go for dinner.

Not tonight, Shekhar.
Maybe some other time.

Hello?

Whatever you said was true, Mr. Lokhande.

I've lost despite winning.

I was mistaken about Shekhar.

I have committed a grave mistake
by saving a murderer.

But now I have evidence against him.

What?

I found the typewriter he used
to send me those messages.

I want to bring it over to you.

Come to the police station immediately.
I'll be there.

Hi, this is Simran.

Please leave your name
and your message after the beep

I'll contact you. Thank you.

Hi Simran, this is Shekhar.

It's ten thirty at night,
and you still haven't called me.

You have saved my life. I hoped
you would let me take you out

to dinner and give me a chance
to express my gratitude.

Anyway, I don't know whether
you have heard the news.

The police are yet to catch Jimmy Pereira.

He's gone rogue. He can do anything.

So, take care, okay?

Bye.

I didn't kill Preeti on purpose.

The stupid woman wanted to
take away all my money.

What could I have done?
Between Preeti and money

I had to choose money.

Tell me, did I have an option?

And today, you leave me with no choice.

You stumbled upon your death
in my house, in my closet.

I thought we would spend a life together.

But if you want only one of us lives

then it has to be me, right?

Nothing turned out
as I thought it would be.

Hey, fighter.

People are lining up
outside for interviews.

You've created quite an uproar.

They want to see the girl who is so brave.

I don't want to meet anyone, Amit.

Simran, anyone can make a mistake.

But only you know
how to turn it into success.

And only you know
how to be a steadfast friend.

Thank you.

Get up, Simran, and look through my eyes.

This morning awaits you.