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Our man

Sir.

Sir.

Hello.

Come in.

May I come in?

Yes.

Yes. Thank you.

Why are you staring at me?

Nothing. Sorry.

Tell me.

Myself, Senior Inspector,
Maruti Nagargoje, Crime Branch.

Okay.

I guess there is some misunderstanding.

I handle only civil cases.

Not crime cases.

-If your problem is related to...
-The problem is at your end.

I am here to solve it.

What do you mean?

I am here to investigate about the
incident that took place in your house.

Is my case referred to the crime branch?

What's the reason?

I can't comment on that.

If you have any doubts,

please take this.

I don't like to beat around the bush.

Whatever you are going to share,

I can use against you.

So before uttering a single word,

think about it.

Tell me.

Nothing. On 28th June, Bhakti
and I went out for dinner.

Please don't repeat the content
of your statement.

I know it by heart, it's useless.

Is it so?

Not just yours,

I don't give a damn
about people's statements.

You are a cop, aren't you?

I don't give a damn
about people's statements

and legal hogwash.

You tell me your story,
from the beginning.

From the beginning?
What do you mean?

I mean...

from the time you planned
your trip to Lonavala.

Whoa!

You are quite well informed.

I get paid for that.

It's fine even if you don't give me
any information at all.

You have that liberty.

But then...

There is nothing
that I can't talk to you about.

That we can discuss later.

-Do you recollect anything?
-Hmm.

Four to five days before the incident...

Date?

Date, err.

22nd June.

Ah, Chaphekar brothers' assassinated
General Rand on that date.

Maybe.

So,

we had a minor argument on 22nd June.

Hello.

Yes, this is Aaba Gokhale speaking.

Is Bhakti there?

She isn't there?

It's past 9 p.m.

She is not answering my call.

I think the professor is too
busy to answer my calls.

No.

Sure, I will inform you once she reaches.

Am I speaking to Nitya?

Bhakti has not reached as yet.

Rahul's phone is not reachable.

What did you say?

Oh, you want me to call
Bhakti on her cell phone?

You think that thought never
occurred my mind?

Not a problem.

No wonder you are Rahul's friend.
Hang up now.

Hello.

This is Aaba Gokhale speaking.

Is Bhakti there at your place?

What did you say?

I should try calling
on her cell phone, is it?

Strange. It didn't strike me.

Wow! You come up with
such a brilliant idea.

Thank you so much.
I will try calling her.

Hello, Aaba.

-Rahul.
-Yes.

You idiot!

What's wrong with your phone?

What do you mean?

Oh, I am sorry.

I was in a meeting so I switched it off.
What's the matter?

Your wife has not reached home as yet.

-So?
-So?

It's past 10 now.

Don't worry, Aaba.
She must've got stuck in traffic.

-Water!
-Thank you, Vitha.

-Aaba, I'll take your leave now.
-Okay.

I hope you won't have
stomachache tomorrow.

Be on time.

You...

Don't you think she should
at least keep me informed?

It's okay, Aaba, she must've been busy.

You defend your clients in court

and at home you defend your wife.

I beg you not to say any
such things in front of her.

She will be home any moment now.

Are you leaving?

Ma'am,

you should've at least called to inform.

Your old man gets so restless.

Is the dinner ready?

Let's talk tomorrow.

Bhakti, where are you?

-There she is.
-Oh.

What is this?

Why are you so late?

A meeting was called in the office
at the last minute.

Do you expect me to
say no to such meetings?

I told you so.

Is it a big task to call up home
and inform?

I did call at 6.30 but nobody
answered my call.

-I went downstairs at that time.
-I see.

I tried your number too,
your phone was switched off.

I was in a meeting so...

I kept calling our home number
but it was continuously busy.

I had a few important calls to make.

-Hmm. So what do I do?
-It's okay.

What do you mean?

Why did you get so irritated then?

Hey, have some water.

Isn't it natural to get worried
if the woman of the family

stays out till late?

I would've been very happy
had you really been worried.

Did you hear that?

-Did you watch Dangal?
-What?

What?

Why pretend?
Let me change the topic directly.

Why do you taunt her?

Yes, Mom.

Where the hell have you been, Bhakti?

From the time Aaba called
your dad's blood pressure has shot up.

-You should inform them.
-It's okay.

-Have I accused her?
-Mom, I got late because I had work.

I tried explaining him,
still he is very irritated.

Why did you get so hyper?

May I hang up, please?

Okay. Okay.

Call me in the morning.

-Yes, I will.
-Please be quiet.

-Aaba.
-Yes.

Did you call up my mom?

Yes, Uncle Damle?

Yes, she is home.

She was in a meeting.

Please answer the call.

I will call you back.

Why don't you answer the call?

Hello.

-Who is Mr. Godse?
-304.

-Yes, tell me.
-You reached home?

Yes, Uncle Karkhanis, I am home.

-Thank you.
-All right.

-Hey, take care.
-Yes.

Good night.

Let's have dinner.

She is home. Yes, she is.

Nitin.

Did you call up the entire world?

Kindly inform everyone once for all.

Else we will get calls and
visitors all through the night.

-Come on.
-I called them up once.

Why should I call them again?

You reached home late,
so now you call them up.

-Why should I?
-Let me call up everyone.

-I have all the time in the world.
-Do whatever you want.

Tell me.

There are the two lists.

Why have you marked these?

Star marked names are
the ones I called up twice

so inform them first.

Great.

Nishu is calling.

-Yeah, kiddo.
-Hello, Dad. Is Mom there?

Yes, your mom is here.
Just a minute.

Yes, Nishu.

Mom, where are you?

I am home, dear.

Grandpa said you are not traceable.

Please don't do such things.

I get scared.

Bye, Mumma.

-Love you.
-Love you.

What is he saying?

Why did you call up Nishu?

That poor kids stays in the hostel.

Do you realize what he must've
gone through?

-Bhakti...
-Hold on. Don't utter a word.

It's not you, but I get
disgraced by his behavior.

People think I am an irresponsible woman.

Please stop behaving this way, else...

Bhakti?

I'll serve your food.
I don't want to eat.

Here.

Bhakti.

I know I have to administer
him his insulin shot.

Come on, Aaba, let's eat.

Okay, so why did you suddenly
plan a trip to Lonavala?

Sure, I will tell you.
Have some patience.

Have some tea.

I met my friend, Nitin the next day.

Last night we had a minor problem at home

and I ended up calling people till 12.

Aaba lectured me till 1 a.m.

Later when I went inside my bedroom,

Bhakti showered me
with her frustration till 2.30 a.m.

I don't know how to handle these guys.

Let them fight.

You stay out of it.

-Oh, is it?
-Hmm

But they need me all the time.

Having a referee is mandatory
during such fights.

How can I stay out of it?

But you know what?

Every morning they have
a new topic to argue.

I suggest

you take them out somewhere.

Cemetery is the only place
I should be taking them to.

Let them go somewhere
and fight as much they want.

And get the frustration
out of their system.

You will get a break too.

And thus, we decided to go to Lonavala.

On the 24th.

What transpired there?

Nothing serious. We had some
arguments and discussion.

Then they cooled down
and we headed back to Mumbai.

And on 28th this incident occurred.

Yes, but what has that got
to do with our trip?

You haven't told me what ensued
between you all in Lonavala.

Whatever we discussed there,
is very personal and private.

I don't think I need to tell you all that
despite you being a cop.

I am sorry.

You have the liberty to say
whatever you want.

Thank you.

Bye.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

Yes. I have an appointment.

The number you are trying to reach...

Yeah, I remember.
You may come over.

The person you're trying to call...

Where should I come?

...is busy on another call.

On the 2nd floor.
I hope you know my college.

Please try again after sometime.

Okay.

Sure, I'll see you there.

Hey, Nitya.

Do you know any inspector by the name
of Maruti Nagargoje, from crime branch.

No, why?

He was here sometime back.
Aaba's case has been referred to him.

-What?
-Yes.

Why has it been referred
to the crime branch?

-What?
-Yes.

I don't know.

What did he ask you?

He was interrogating me
about our trip to Lonavala.

I hope you didn't tell him anything.

I gave him the basic information.

Why did you?

He knew quite a few details
about our case.

-How is that possible?
-I don't know.

He must've gathered information
from somewhere.

He shouldn't think I am hiding
something from him.

Yes. Nitin.

Bhakti, did any one by the name
of Inspector Nagargoje, visit you?

No. Why?

Aaba's case has been
referred to the crime branch.

What?

Please hold the line.

Nitin, please tell me
what happened exactly.

It's stressing me out.

I don't know the exact details.
I will find out and update you.

But don't tell Rahul that I called you.

I want to meet Mrs. Gokhale.

Hello?

-Hello?
-I'll call you back.

Why are you staring at me?
Is there anything on my face?

No, there's nothing.

Come on in. I am Mrs. Gokhale.

Okay, let's go.

My name is Prakash Bhande.

I did introduce myself on the call.

I am writing an article for a
magazine called Judgmental.

It's very fashionable these days
to talk in favor of senior citizens.

I am sure they are not always right.

One should also consider the views
of the new generation.

Nobody cares about them.

And I want to write about that.
So here I am to interview you.

But I am not any authority or a writer,
for you to interview me.

I believe in those without
any strong views.

People tend to read books,

memorize the lines and use the
same to impress everyone.

It's all rubbish.

They always speak borrowed philosophy.

I am against it.

I like to interview people
with real experiences.

Excuse me. What do you know
about my experiences?

I met your husband in the court recently,
we were discussing this topic.

He shared some of his personal incidences
like your coming home very late.

Aaba's irritation.

-Please take your call.
-No, it's okay.

Aaba's irritation over the same.

He spoke to me about
your Lonavala trip too.

You know everything.

No. I don't know everything.

He said you can elaborate more
on the Lonavala trip.

I got your number from your husband.

Feel free to check with him.

No, it’s okay.

Okay, then.

Go ahead,

tell me more about your trip to Lonavala.

Feel free to talk to me. Go ahead.

This car has lost its charm.

Sell it off. Why do we need two cars?

Should we both use just one car?

What's wrong with that?

When husband and wife both can drive

sharing a vehicle may create problems
which you may not be aware of.

What are those problems?

While I drive
I'll have to bear her lecture

and I have to be alert when she drives.

I can't tolerate any of these.

You married her without thinking twice.

Now you have to be alert all your life.

Rahul, let's buy a new car.

Oh gosh.

It means you will apply for another loan.

We will grow old if we decide
to save money to buy a car.

And at that time, it'll be wise to buy
an ambulance instead of a car.

It's not about buying a car.

It's about running your family.

Don't you think you should
save money for your family?

How will you face a medical emergency?

It's so silly to live like a patient now,

thinking about an unseen emergency.

This exactly is the problem
of your generation.

Splurge as if there is no tomorrow.

And your generation thinks
you all are immortals.

We don't worry about tomorrow.
And that envies you.

No. we don't envy.
We feel angry.

To support this kind of lifestyle,

one has to work and thus stay
out of home till very late.

Aaba. I don't work just for money.

-Oh, is it so?
-Yes.

-Wow!
-And this is my personal choice.

You kindly stay out of it.

Kindly, refrain from commenting
on my professional life.

I failed to understand his problems
with reference to my job.

Hmm.

-I am a gold medalist in Mathematics.
-Wow!

He never appreciated that.

He expects me to sit at home,

cook food and serve him hot.

He knows that I am a lousy cook.

Why does he still want me to cook?

Why so?

Because that gives him a reason
to boast to his friends.

That he has his daughter-in-law
in his control.

And he gets irritated
if I speak my heart out.

-Hey, pull over.
-What?

I said pull over.

Sure.

Why do you argue?

Nitya. They didn't wait till we
reach our destination.

They started already.

They were bickering
nonstop like Tom & Jerry.

With age, health may deteriorate

but the ability to fight never diminishes.

What?

Me?

You're such a rascal!
I don't have the courage to intervene.

You know, a family can be happy

only if the son selects to stay dumb
and have no self-respect.

A dutiful son and a loving husband
are two extreme poles.

Anyway, I will call you later.

I got to watch the next
episode of Tom & Jerry.

Bye.

Stop acting so stingy.

-What did you deal?
-Eight of Hearts.

I don't want 8 Hearts.

-I just need one good card.
-Oh, is it?

Surprise!

How do you always manage to get a joker?

-Rahul.
-Bhakti, coffee, please.

Aaba, coffee?

What's the matter?

You laughed.

Did I miss a joke?

No. Nothing.

-Is it my turn?
-Go ahead, tell me.

I may be old and withered...

that doesn't mean
I had a boring past.

I remembered something and chuckled.

Are there any restrictions
to laugh as well?

-Sure, you go ahead.
-I hope you don't mind.

Sure, no problem.
Do get up early tomorrow morning.

Why?

We have to go for sightseeing.

Hey, let’s go out in the afternoon.

Let's not get up early.

We are here to relax.

Didn't you relax the whole day today?

We could've relaxed at home,
we shouldn't have come this far.

He doesn't get to relax at home.

What do you mean?

He does all the household chores.

He makes tea, boils eggs,

gets clothes to the laundry
and pays grocery bills.

Am I right?

Hey, speak up!

-You deal.
-Speak up!

Or do you speak up only
if she enters her password?

He is scared of you,
he refuses to speak in your presence.

Not just Aaba

but every father these days feels

that his son has married a wicked woman,

and that woman has taken
full charge of his innocent son.

-Did you mention this to Aaba?
-Yes.

I proved it.

Wow!

Bhakti, today, you managed
to make the perfect coffee.

-Aaba.
-Yes.

As a child, did Rahul
do the household chores?

Never.

I must've told him a 100 times.

I scolded him and thrashed him too.

Forget the household chores,
he did nothing.

Is that so?

Why does it trouble you so much,
now that he does household chores?

-Bhakti, will you please?
-Come on.

I am just discussing this.

I remember, after we got married,

you started helping me
in the household chores.

I am sure he must've realized that
I managed to achieve something

which he never could.

He must've felt defeated.

Perhaps that could be
the reason for your envy.

If a son obeys his parents, he is dutiful.

And if he listens to his wife,
then he is henpecked.

I never envied you.

I felt ashamed.

You were working and he was busy.

You guys never had any time for Nishu.

But you were always there for him.

Yes, of course, but your wife
had an issue with that as well.

Nishu always used to hang around with me.

She didn't like him
spending more time with me,

so she packed him off
to a boarding school.

First she snatched my son away

and then my grandson too.

You guys continue.

Bhakti...

Aaba's views about me
made me quite restless.

Had I not sent my son
away to a boarding school,

Aaba would've brainwashed my son too,

contaminating the kid's views about us.

Okay.

What were your husband's views on this?

Rahul's views...

Actually it was...

What happened was...

I am so sorry.

Aaba walked away from there.

-Okay.
-And then

I received the news of
Mrs. Bhagwat's sister's demise.

Who is that?

Mrs. Bhagwat.
Professor Bhagwat, my colleague.

She lost her sister and
I received a call about the same.

And then I had to call up a few people.

I left for home the next day
at the break of dawn.

Rahul and Aaba stayed back for a day.

After coming back, we didn't get
the time to discuss anything

and this unfortunate incident occurred.

-Professor Bhagwat, right?
-Yes.

Her sister.

Hmm.

I have nothing to do with this

but just out of curiosity
I want to know.

What happened that day?

On that fateful night,
I mean on the 28th

Rahul and I returned home
quite late after having dinner.

Like always, Aaba was busy drinking.

I went to administer him his insulin shot.

Aaba.

-Aaba.
-Yes.

Well...

Keeping our differences aside,
I gave him the insulin shot.

Aaba.

Aaba.

The monsoon in Mumbai
has added to people's problems...

Please increase the volume.

-Aaba is asleep.
-Oh.

What's the matter?

To check why the security was blowing
his whistle at such late hour

we went to the gallery of our living room.

Rahul!

Aaba!

It was clear the moment
we stepped on to his gallery.

Aaba must've tried to get up

and since the railing was broken,
he must've accidentally fallen down.

The piercing whistle sound and
the sight of Aaba's limp fallen body...

It gives me jitters,
startling me off my sleep at night.

Yes. It's quite natural.

The line of events you narrated,

is that a fact or your assumption?

Why do you think so?

Earlier you said, the door to
Aaba's room was locked.

Yes.

This ought to be the
obvious explanation, isn't it?

I am sure.

My article has got nothing to do
with the events of that night.

I will send you a copy
of the magazine, okay?

Thank you.

Hi!

Vitha!

Make a cup of tea. I don't want it.

Why didn't you take my call?

I was busy talking to Mr. Prakash Bhande.

Who is that?

The journalist from Judgmental magazine.

The guy you sent to meet me.

I didn't send any such person.

What did Prakash Bhande look like?

Now that you ask.

He looked exactly like Aaba,
but a younger and a fitter version.

He has fooled you. He isn't a journalist.

He was Inspector Maruti Nagargoje.

What did he ask you?

-He asked me about our trip to Lonavala.
-Did you reveal everything to him?

Not really, but...

I mean.

Please tell me everything
you both discussed.

-What's going on, Rahul?
-Did you talk to Nitin?

-No.
-What?

-Rahul, what's going on?
-Just a minute, please.

Let me have a word with Nitin.

Hello. Nitya.

I have a problem.

I'll see.

Nitya, Inspector Nagargoje is...

I'll call you back.

Bhakti.

Look who is here.

Prakash Bhande.

How are you?

I am good.

Just a minute.

Do you know him?

Yes.

He is the son of Tatya Nagargoje.

We are from the same village.

What?

I guess now you know who I am.

Now don't waste my time.

Tell me why you lied
to me in the afternoon.

What did I lie about?

You said professor Bhagwat's
sister passed away,

and hence you had to cut short your trip.

Prof. Bhagwat doesn't have a sister.

And cops consider this a lie.

We didn't feel it's necessary
to reveal everything to you.

Anyway.

Of course you have that liberty.

Just a minute.

You said you were gathering information
for an article in a magazine

hence, I didn't reveal a few details.

Had you revealed your true identity,

I would've told you the truth.

-Bhakti. He is leaving.
-It's okay.

We have not committed any crime.

Why should we fear him?

And rather cooking up
his theory from hearsay,

he should record our testimony.

You are too curious to know, right?

I will tell you everything

in the language that you understand.

That night, on 24th,

Aaba and I had an argument,
at the end of which Aaba walked out.

Leave it, Bhakti.

Why do you want to revisit the events?

A family is meant to have differences.

Aaba was doing it on purpose.
You never understood his motives.

He is always emotionally troubled,
yet you think he did it on purpose?

Will you ever behave
that way with your son?

Please don't change the topic.

Do you still believe Aaba did it
all for a particular reason?

Yes, of course.

And I blame myself for that.

Every daughter-in-law wishes to have
a good rapport with her in-laws.

And during the initial years,

I went out of my way to strike
a good rapport with him.

It was all pretty
well between us, in fact.

In fact, they were so thick
that at times I felt I lonely.

Exactly.

Later, I couldn't maintain
the same in our relationship.

Do not go out of your way
to be nice to someone.

Not everyone is a Gandhi.

Yes.

I didn't realize it back then.

But when I did understand,
it changed my behavior towards him.

I started to live the way I want.

Aaba didn't appreciate that and
he complained about me to Rahul.

And he messed it up further.

What did I do?

I never interfered in your squabbles.

That was the problem.

This kind of behavior
generally messes up a family.

And I blame him for this situation.
Our equations turned out

like that of a right triangle.

A right triangle?

Do you expect me to appear for some exam?

-What do you mean?
-I mean...

You...

May I?

Sure, here you go.

Thank you.

This is a right triangle.

Okay.

Let's assume this is Aaba,

-Rahul and me.
-Hmm.

In a right triangle,

Karna which is a hypotenuse is always
longer than the other two sides.

-Is it so?
-Yes!

Great.

After realizing this
Aaba started behaving weird.

Okay.

And thus, the distance between
Aaba and Rahul remained intact

and same for me and Rahul.

It remained the same.

And Aaba and I started drifting away.

I see.

This way.

-And thus a longer karna was formed.
-All right.

-Okay.
-And when karna grows bigger,

problems are bound to occur.

It's written in the Mahabharata too.

Right.

But Aaba's behavior...

What kind of conspiracy was he plotting?

When he realized that
we are not getting along,

he had just two options open.

Such as?

To create a rift between me and Rahul.

In order to do that he constantly
kept bad-mouthing me to him.

Secondly, by expressing how lonely
he was without Nishu around,

he attempted to evoke sympathy
for himself, in Rahul's heart.

I don't think Aaba will
stoop to such low levels.

He too was of a similar opinion.

Bhakti, your theory of hypotenuse

may sound good

but Aaba is not like what you portray.

He is the way I explained.
I know him very well.

If you do as I say,

I am sure he will show you
his true colors himself.

So what do you want me to do?

I will make some excuse
and head back to Mumbai tomorrow.

But why?

In the evening, you have a drink with him.

After a couple of pegs,
he himself will admit everything.

So you want me to get my father drunk

in order to get the evidences
that you are suggesting?

You don't have to do anything.

Just hear him out.

Once you start your drinking session,
he won't instantly start talking about me.

Perhaps after the second peg

he will start with a generalized theory
of how women are too dangerous

and slowly he will deviate
the topic on to me.

By telling you how cruel I am
and how I torture both of you,

he will try to get your sympathies.

Once he gains your confidence,

he will tell you how smartly
I have manipulated you.

Thus he will try
to create a rift between us.

Watch out.

While bad-mouthing me,
he will also keep telling you

how I am good at heart.

Why would he do that?

He has to.

He can't just talk bad about me
and lose your trust.

Just to make you believe

that he is a rational thinker,
he will praise me.

Hmm.

Do you really believe
all this will happen?

Yes.

Just make sure

you don't get carried away
if he gets emotional.

He sheds tears while watching
television programs too.

And that he watches
just for pure entertainment.

If you behave the way he wants

his tears will defy the laws of gravity
and roll back into his eyes.

Wow.

But, believe me this is not going to work.

Rahul, if my plan fails,

I swear I will stop complaining
about Aaba to you.

So?

Did it all go the way she suggested?

No.

He was smart enough
to avoid the situation.

Just a minute.

I told her that...

Aaba's views about her are not going
to change our relation.

-Till I fully trust you...
-It's all rubbish

I told you that right in the beginning.

As Aaba's complaints about me increase,

you will sympathize with him
for being all alone

and ask me to adjust
with him and his behavior.

And I won't do that.

Because, I don't want to let
Aaba get away with his motives.

I will not let that happen.

Naturally, you will get miffed at me
and it will be seen in your behavior.

Finally, your annoyance
and Aaba's behavior

will drive me out of this house.

You will resist to my moving out.

But eventually you will follow me.

This is not going to help anyone.

As because of the circumstances,

you and Nishu would've
started hating me by then.

We will end up living together
with hatred for each other.

And I warn you, I will not let that happen

and I can go to any extent to
keep my family together.

Hmm.

So, what did you decide, sir?

I told Bhakti very clearly, I can't
talk to Aaba the way she expects.

That's why I was annoyed and
I returned home alone on 25th.

And I didn't deem necessary to
tell you my personal story,

hence I lied to you about Prof. Bhagwat.

Do you understand?

-Yes, I do.
-Okay.

What happened next?

The next morning, they both returned.

I have told you the line of events
that occurred on 28th.

No.

I mean you came back home from Lonavala,

what happened after that?

Nothing happened.

After coming back both of them
kept quiet about the topic

so I didn't bring up the topic either.

Someone has to back out, right?

You are quite understanding.

Just a minute.

How is this related to the event
that occurred at my place?

Sir, how can you not see the connect?

Are you hinting that we are
responsible for Aaba's accident?

Certainly not.

But, you are responsible for
his attempt to suicide.

-What?
-Have you lost it?

Yeah. I do behave crazy at times.

We have been listening to you doesn't
mean you can take us for granted.

Sir, please think before
you accuse someone.

Hold on, Bhakti, don't utter a word.

Let's see him in the court.

Let's see who believes his theory.

I have evidences that
are admissible in the court.

Listen carefully,

on the night of 28th,

both of you returned home quite late.

Please correct me if I am wrong.

It's natural for a human to err.

You opened the door.

You walked in

and dropped the keys at the regular spot.

While going to your room

you saw Aaba standing in his balcony.

And he was very much in his senses.

Sir, after that you went to your room.

Like always,

ma'am, you came to give
a dose of insulin to Aaba.

Aaba.

After giving his dose

you went inside.

After a while,

sir, you walked into his room

then on to the balcony.

You placed your hand on his shoulder

assuming he is asleep.

You went out and shut the door.

Isn't it all perfect till now?

Let's proceed further.

After you left,

Aaba walked into his room

and sharp at 10.40 p.m.

he called up his friend, Mr. Karkhanis.

Mumbai is hit by heavy rainfall...

Increase the volume, please.

Aaba is asleep, dear.

Oh.

The streets of Dadar are flooded...

Aaba realized...

it's futile to live.

You could've been a successful
writer, instead of a cop.

No. I am better off as a cop.

I have evidence.

I told you earlier.

Aaba's friend, Mr. Karkhanis,
a resident of this society,

is a prime witness.

As I mentioned earlier,
on the night of 28th

at 10.40 p.m. Aaba called Mr. Karkhanis.

He told him everything
that transpired in Lonavala.

He told him he didn't feel
like living anymore.

Sir, old people tend to express
their desire to die quite often.

The point to note here is,
according to Karkhanis,

Aaba was very much in his senses.

He was not inebriated.

Aaba spoke fluently even after drinking.

He used to lose balance.

But he managed to dial
Karkhanis's number perfectly.

There are several things

one can comfortably perform
even in a drunken state.

You should know it better, Aaba, sir.

True.

That's correct.

So according to you,
he managed to do everything correct,

only when he held the railing
he got dizzy instantly

and he lost his balance. Am I correct?

Hold on, sir. Just a minute.

You are getting it all wrong.

I never said the drink
made him dizzy instantly.

But it cannot be ruled out.

Just a minute.

This is Aaba's blood analysis report.

The content of alcohol in
his blood is very minimal.

Just 1% .

When was this conducted?

As soon as he was
admitted in the hospital.

As per the report, he must've
consumed just a peg or so.

Do you still insist,

Aaba was fully drunk?

Okay.

This report was filed by the cops.

Ma'am, please take a look.

His foot prints were found on the stool.

Aaba was not a crazy man to stand
on the stool in the balcony

for no reason.

Don't fret.

The fun is about to begin.

Aaba had fallen at this spot.

Which means he must've fallen this way

thus forming a right triangle.

Am I right?

This means the karna
is supposed to be short.

But, unfortunately,
he leapt out of the window

so he must've fallen at this spot.

And a new right triangle was formed.

The distance increased.

Hence the karna increased.

And when karna becomes bigger

problems are bound to occur as stated
in the Mahabharata as ma'am stated.

Hence, there are no zero chances
of this being an accident.

Would you still say

that Aaba had not attempted a suicide?

I want to ask you a question.

I can understand
your wife's way of thinking

but you are an advocate.

Aaba must've attempted a suicide.

Didn't that thought cross your mind
even once?

It's not that I ignored it
completely but I thought...

Rahul?

Wait.

Then, why didn't you inform the cops?

I wanted to save Aaba from disgrace.

Sir, you would've been disgraced
and not Aaba.

People would've disgraced you
for not taking care of him.

Had it been a suicide attempt,

you would've got blamed
for your wrong behavior.

Am I right?

Tell me, sir.

Your old man was frustrated
and wanted to end his life

And both of you

were busy finding his faults.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Aaba will never attempt a suicide.

That point is ruled out.

I have already proved
it with enough evidences.

Sir, I am sure nothing went wrong
between us to drive him to this point.

Something must've gone wrong
which one of you is trying to cover up.

Hmm?

Aaba should've been here...

to solve this puzzle.

Hello.

Thank God.

Thank you.

I got a call from the hospital.

Mr. Nagargoje, Aaba is out of coma.

Congratulations.

You may go and see him.
I will meet him later.

I hope his memory is intact.

I don't have to meet you again,
after I record his statement.

You may go now.

What did the doctor say?

Aaba is out of coma.

but because of partial consciousness,

he is still disoriented.

They said he could've lost his memory.

If that happens,

it will be difficult to know
the line of events of that night.

I don't believe Nagargoje, and his
theory of Aaba's attempt to suicide.

I am sorry, I didn't tell you something.

After you returned from Lonavala...

I had a big showdown with Aaba.

Have one more, Aaba.

Small.

-Small?
-Yes.

You downed just two pegs.
I know your capacity.

We are drinking together after ages.

Hence I am on guard.

Two.

-Come on, Aaba.
-Of course.

You don't have time for me.

We hardly talk.

Nothing like that, Aaba.

You know how Bhakti is.

I wasted my life fearing women.

First 25 years were spent fearing women,

next 25 in the fear of the wife
and lastly, daughter-in-law's.

And we call it a patriarchy.

One can never choose his mother.

And one typically makes a mistake
to pick the right wife.

Daughters-in-law are every father's
punishment for fathering a stupid boy.

-Am I right?
-Oh, come on!

Women are quite dangerous.

We always have to be alert.

I mean...

flexibility is an attribute
that suits a rubber.

Not a man.

I am sure you must be aware.

But since you don't speak up your wife
goes on a spending spree.

All women love to spend.

It's not about spending money.

In order to spend one has to work

and work takes up time
and thus the family suffers.

You have to do all the work and
I end up being alone at home.

Poor Nishu is alone in a boarding school.

I feel you will speak up, but you don't.

You don't even utter a word.

When I thought you are on my side,

you proved to be henpecked.

I don't think it’s funny.

I am not complaining.

My daughter-in-law is kindhearted lady.

But the thing is,

we inherently have a problem

of picking the wrong woman as a wife.

You look so good while laughing.

I keep laughing all the time.

You are noticing it today.

Anyway,

I have just a few more days to live.

Once I am dead,

mourn my death
on your wedding anniversary.

Truly speaking, I died
on the day of your wedding.

Remember, you chanted the verse

Pitru Devo Bhava.

It actually means the father
should die and go to the heaven.

Aaba.

Aaba.

Please don't worry.

I will always be on your side.

Keep that in mind.

Promise?

I was so desperate to hear that.
Let's shake hands on that.

You know,

we may be living in a joint family

but in reality our family comprises
of just you and me.

She is just a joint in our family.

A mere extension.

We should get Nishu on our side.

She has... separated Nishu from me.

What the hell does she think of herself?

Aaba, why are you ruining my family?

You think I am ruining your family?

You complaint about her
to create hatred in my heart for her

and sympathy for yourself.

Do you think I have any
strong reason for doing so?

Fear!

Yes.

You fear that your son will become
a puppet in the hands of his wife.

You should be scared of this.

And you are not just scared of this.

The main reason for this fear

is she may move out of your house
with me, leaving you all alone.

Do you think I will stoop so low

just because I am scared of living alone?

I see the implications of fear
every day in the court.

A scared man can go to any extent

which even a hardened
criminal may not think of.

Aren't you ashamed of accusing
me of such sick charges?

I am your father.

There are countless pending cases
in the court of a father killing his son.

Enough!

Enough!

Aaba.

Just a minute.

Tell me what angered you exactly.

Is it my accusations

or is it me disclosing
your hidden motives?

You think you disclosed my motives?

Bhakti had briefed me about your behavior.

Wow!

So she took your help to prove me wrong?

Wow! Great teamwork!

She has not proved anyone wrong.

She just tried to show
me your true colors.

And you proved her right.

Hey, please stop it.

Once you decide to trap someone

you can easily collect all the required
evidences to trap that person.

You could've thought
from my point of view too

but I know you will not
because you are upset with me.

Yes, I am upset.
I am upset with you.

I know that sometimes our behavior
is not justified

-but you are not allowed to behave weird.
-Why so?

Because you are a father.
You are my Aaba.

-Is it a crime to be a father?
-It's not a crime.

I know... we act crazy at times

but you have no right
to fiddle with my life.

Let my wife and kid behave stupid.

You can't act like them.
You are my father.

So?

I expect unconditional love only from you.

And you disappointed me.

Why did you behave this way?

Why did you behave this way?

Listen, you idiot.

To answer these questions

I should've been a tad more practical

and a tad less attached to you.

Anyway.

I guess this time I will get it right.

Let's see.

Wow!

Not a bad attempt.

Hey, dear, can you fetch it for me?

Excuse me.

Hey.

Come on in.

Hope you didn't find it
difficult to locate my place.

Please sit.

Please sit.

Hi.

She is my neighbor,
Mr. Sahastrabuddhe's daughter.

Her parents work for an IT company.

They reach home very late.

She has a caretaker.

But she often comes to play
with me when bored.

Go, dear. Fetch the top

and mind your head.

Don't worry.

Roll it properly.

Who else is there in your family?

I apologize for calling you over
at this hour.

I am sorry.

Aaba is recovering.

Yes, I am aware of it.
I am in touch with the doctor.

Aaba's statement
is very crucial for this case.

I called you over here

because I had to apologize to you.

Your dad had not attempted a suicide.

Do you think before you speak?

Yes, I do.

I was wrong and so I am apologizing.

Do you think it's so simple
to trouble someone and apologize?

I have apologized to you so forget it now.

Does he even understand what he is...

I fail to understand this.
If he thinks he is so smart,

doesn't he know
that he can't accuse someone

without having any evidences?

I know it.

Let's go.

In fact,

the day I came to your house

I knew Aaba had not attempted a suicide.

-You knew it already?
-Yes.

-So were you pulling a prank on us?
-Not at all.

I wanted to see the reaction
of family members of a house

in which someone committed suicide.

It's a part of our profession.

I had a similar experience in the past

where all family members
were crying profusely

when they learned about
their dad's suicide.

You guys are pretty strong.

Don't you feel anything at all

for causing us such
great inconvenience?

People do get inconvenienced
during interrogation.

Do you know about our constitution?

-The one by Mr. Babasaheb Ambedkar, right?
-Yes.

Yes. Of course.
It was part of our syllabus.

It clearly says that it doesn't matter
if you let go of a 100 criminals

but an innocent should never be punished.

To let go of a 100 criminals
is something I don't agree with.

Go home and rest well.

Do you understand?

Rahul.

Let's go.

Do it properly.

I can't do it.

Okay, bring it to me.

I'll show you.

-Hi, Nitya.
-Hi.

What did Mr. Nagargoje say?

He thinks it's an accident.

You sure?

It's very difficult to figure
what he thinks.

And about us?

Let's discuss this tomorrow.

Milord, this lady abandoned
her parents and got married to him.

Now after four years, he says
she can't get along with his family.

He is trying to cheat her.

When my client asked him to divorce her,

he refused.

-I'll join you in some time.
-He neither wants to live with her

nor he wants to get divorced.

I fail to understand his motive
behind torturing my client this way.

Women have immense faith
in our judiciary system.

That's the question...

Is this your case?

No.

It's a part of my research.

This case makes me think.

We still believe a girl should move
into her husband's house after marriage

and not vice versa.

That change will happen soon.

The court will resume after one hour.

No, it will never change because
women don't want the change.

Okay.

Men are happy to bring them over
and women get a chance

to create havoc in the family.
I think it's a fair deal.

But they have an anger within them

and the frustration
of leaving their parents.

The only way to get even...

is by separating the husband
from his family.

They start plotting this
right after the wedding.

They also know

that they should not
be blamed by the society

for creating misunderstandings
within the family.

Even if they might be
doing that in reality.

Slowly they poison their husbands' mind
with negative thoughts about her in-laws.

-Just the way your wife did.
-Sir, just a minute.

I don't have any interest or energy

to discuss my family affairs.

You are convinced that Aaba's
was not a suicide attempt.

It was a mere accident.

Just a minute.

Sir.

There is a misunderstanding here.

I told you it was not a suicide attempt

but I strongly believe
it was not an accident.

You don't believe it to be an accident?

No.

And you also believe
it was not a suicide attempt?

No. It was an attempt to murder.

Sir, for your information,

Bhakti and I, we were in the house
when the accident occurred.

So it's hard to believe

someone entered our house
and tried to kill Aaba.

-That's not possible.
-Exactly.

But I never said someone from outside
attempted this murder.

Then?

I accuse your wife
for attempting a murder.

You need to get yourself examined.

Don't take me so lightly, sir.

You are an advocate.

Do you think a dutiful
and innocent man like me

will accuse someone for no reason?

Let me explain.

You were in Lonavala on the 24th.

Your wife got irritated
and returned on 25th.

She was very calm on 26th.
How is that possible?

Didn't she tell you?

In a family tiff, someone has to
back off to maintain peace.

I am sure in your husband-wife
arguments she never backed off.

Look.

She anticipated about Aaba

and it was perfect all through.

Do you think such a cunning lady
will ever back off?

How did you know about
the fight I had with Aaba.

Forget it. Didn't you tell Nitin
about your fight with Aaba?

And you had warned Nitin
to not discuss this with your wife.

Yet he blurted it all out to her.

How did you get to know this?

I am not running a grocery store, sir.

I am a cop.

How I got information is not important.

Point to be noted here is
your wife was aware of everything

yet she pretended to not know anything
when you narrated your story.

Think about it.

Your wife is not as innocent
as you think her to be.

She is quite manipulative.

Hey, how can you carelessly drink tea?

Sorry, sir.

Let me tell you why she
decided to kill your father.

She got to know everything through Nitin.

Aaba behaved exactly the way she predicted

yet you kept her in the dark.

Thinking you will sympathize
with Aaba she got jealous.

She feared losing you to Aaba.

And a scared person can go to any extent.

Do you think this silly reason
drove her to attempt a murder?

People get killed
for mere thousand rupees.

Aaba is her father-in-law.

Is it mentioned in the constitution

that a daughter-in-law
cannot kill her father-in-law?

There are hundreds of such
cases pending in the court.

I refuse to believe...

that Bhakti will do such a thing.

What if I present you all evidences?

Stop, stop, stop.

-Pull over.
-What?

Reverse the car.

Reverse the car.

I feel I noticed something.

That's it.

What's the matter?

Just look over there.

Let's go.

This is Maruti Nagargoje speaking.

I am sorry, I couldn't make it.

I will see you at your place.

I hope that's fine. Bye.

Maruti.

Did Aaba really attempt a suicide?

Who told you that?

People are talking about it.

Aaba attempted a suicide
because of his family issues.

Were there any issues in their family?

You know it better.

Hey, stop instigating me against them.

You have nothing to lose,
but I will lose my job.

Were there any tiffs within the family?

These stupid people don't know to fight.

Real fight is something
that only we can do.

We get a mob of 20-25 people
and thrash one another.

But we kiss and make up the next day.

We don't keep anything in mind.

Here, they have heated
yet muffled arguments.

And then people stop talking
for very long period.

It feels like a dead place.

Aaba used to feel lonely.

But he is not someone
who will commit suicide.

Vitha.

What is he doing here?

I have no clue, ma'am,
he came over with sir.

-With Rahul?
-Yes.

Rahul, did you get him over?

Yes, he wants to ask you a few questions.

-But...
-Thank you, sir.

Ma'am, actually...

In the last 8-10 days, did you
connect with or call up Mr. Nitin?

Last night, we all went out for a coffee.

I didn’t ask what you three did together.

-Did you meet him in private?
-No!

-You sure?
-Yes.

Okay.

This is your... call record.

How did you get it?

On the night of 25th at 11:30 p.m.
you got a call from Mr. Nitin

and you spoke to him for 26 minutes.

He called you again on 26th morning

at 7.30 and spoke to you for ten minutes.

He personally visited you too.

This is a copy of the entry made
in your building's register.

Again you met him today sometime back.

I don't think you need any more proof.

Sir was with me.

Rahul, I will explain everything later.

So, ma'am, I need to ask you
a few questions.

I don't... Please tell him

I don't wish to answer
any of his questions.

-You have to.
-Why?

Yesterday you said...

It was a different situation yesterday.

What do you mean?

Thank you, sir.

Ma'am, actually...

Please have a seat.

Giving insulin shots
was your routine, right?

Yes.

-From where did you get it?
-From a nearby chemist.

But the one found here was
purchased from Star medical,

a shop near Mr. Nitin's house.

I have examined the batch number.

Can you explain?

I have no clue.
Aaba must be knowing.

True, but Aaba can't speak now.

Which syringe did you use?

-It was a 1cc BD syringe.
-Okay.

-Were there any more drugs?
-No.

Okay.

How did this 20 cc syringe appear here?

I don't know.

Your finger prints
have been found on this.

Here is the report.

The prints are very clear.

Thick-skinned people have
crystal clear fingerprints.

I found that syringe in the refrigerator
so I kept it in the cupboard.

Quite possible.

Where did you administer the shot?

On the muscle of his left arm.

But there is a sign of a needle prick
on his right hand.

How do I know?

Perhaps, in the hospital
the doctors must've...

No. No, ma'am.

That day, in the hospital,
before starting the treatment

they made a note of an injury
on his right hand.

An injury which could occur
had a novice given the injection.

It was something like that and
that's why doctors had to administer

the saline and other injections
on his left hand.

I clearly remember giving.

-the shot on his left hand.
-You want me to check with him?

You are using Aaba smartly
to safe guard yourself.

I am sure Aaba must be
of utmost importance to you now.

He is talking rubbish.

-Rahul, please tell him...
-Sir, I want to talk to you.

Rahul, don't.

Aaba behaved the way she predicted
yet you kept quiet about it...

and this infuriated her to the core.

So she plotted a plan along with Nitin.

On 26th, while you were still in Lonavala.

Nitin brought her a syringe
and an insulin shot.

In the afternoon when you returned,

she pretended as if everything was normal.

After two days of lull...

I will tell you what happened on 28th.

Like you already mentioned

on 28th both of you returned home
pretty late.

Just like this.

While going inside, you saw
Aaba standing in the balcony.

He was sipping his drink.

You went to your bedroom

and, ma'am, you entered the kitchen.

You were little tense and
you kept looking around.

You opened the cupboard

and took out the 20 cc syringe.

You opened the fridge,

filled the syringe with the medicine.

You made sure nobody is watching you.

You kept the empty bottle

and walked towards Aaba's room.

Aaba.

-Aaba.
-Hmm?

No. Your right hand.

-I want to inject it in the vein.
-Oh.

Nitin had told her...

rather than injecting
a 1 cc dose in muscle

inject a 20 cc dose in vein.

This will either kill someone
or knock him unconscious.

What's the matter?

Ma'am,

since you are not used
to injecting the dose in the vein,

you injured his hand.

Hearing some noise outside,
you were startled.

You placed the syringe
on the table outside

and you went to your room.

Hey, why is it bleeding?

Sir, when you went to Aaba's room

Aaba was unconscious and
you didn't realize it.

...and the commuters have to face trouble.

We will show you six pictures
of Dadar where the roads are flooded...

For the scene to look like
an accident or at least a suicide

Nitin, the criminal lawyer,

-had briefed her beforehand.
-Aaba.

For everyone to feel that Aaba stood
on the stool and leaped out,

she placed his footwear on the stool
to make it look believable.

It wasn't easy for her
to lift him all by herself.

She tried to pull him.

When she realized
it's not going to be easy,

she started to drag his chair.

She got his chair closer to the railing.

Now, to lift him was her only option.

And finally...

she pushed him out of the balcony.

-Oh, my God.
-This is all rubbish.

You used the right triangle
theory to prove it was a suicide.

What about that?

Madam.

The theory is still applicable

in this case of murder.

You are falsely trying to make
everyone believe it's a murder.

It's so funny.

When I told you it was a suicide attempt,
you tried to prove me wrong

and now you are trying
to convince me it's a suicide.

So, sir, is a suicide case easier
to fight than a murder case?

Sir, please ask your wife to confess.

Bhakti.

Please don't listen to him.

Ma'am, please confess.

Bhakti, I won't let you utter a word
without consulting my lawyer.

Sir, she tried to kill your dad.

I have proved it with evidences.

While I am in my legal limits,
why do you create obstacles now?

You don't teach me legality, sir.
Don't say anything, Bhakti.

Ma'am, confession is your only option.

-I...
-No, Bhakti. No.

Mind you. Once Aaba gains his
consciousness the truth will be out.

Later, your confessions will be of no use.

Listen to me, Bhakti, don't utter a word.

Yes, I am guilty!

I pushed him over!

This is what you wanted
to hear from me, right?

Are you happy now?

Do you have anything to say?

Amicably we can sort out
certain things over here only.

Later, it will be too late.

Okay, then.

I will see you in the court.

Rahul.

Listen to me, please.

-Please listen to me.
-What more do you want to confess?

At least hear me out.

Rahul, listen to me!

Rahul!

Rahul!

Rahul, please listen to me!

Please come back!

I hope you remember the 3rd set of notes.

Come on, sing along.

-Do Re Mi Re Mi Fa
-Re Mi Fa

-Mi Fa Sol
-Mi Fa Sol

-Fa Sol La
-Fa Sol La

-Sol La Ti
-Sol La Ti

-Fa Ti Do
-Fa Ti Do

-Do Ti La
-Do Ti La

Whoa.

You are very much in tune.

Wait, I'll get that.

You may leave now.

I hope you will memorize all notes.

Yes, I will.

Okay, bye.

She is my happiness.

When people realize their crime,

their behavior towards cops
changes drastically.

I prefer my brand.

This is my favorite.

You may have yours.

I will have the same.

Oh, sure. Free booze
at a cop’s expense is very rare.

Make a drink.

Pour more generously.
It’s mine, not yours.

Give it to me.

Please... don't be too harsh on Bhakti.

Regarding what?

I mean...

I know she has committed a grave mistake.

She broke down and is repenting.

She is just in tears
since the time you left.

Shedding tears has got
nothing to do with emotions

according to her.

Don't pay any attention to her antics.

But...

So you are not going to help us.

Sir, to help you,

I should've been a tad less intelligent

and a tad more attached to you.

Thanks to my good fortune
and your bad fortune,

I am not your father.

So I don't intend to help you.

I hope you understand.

But... Okay.

Can you recommend someone
who can help her?

Spiritual guru Baba Ramdev.

Should I share his number with you?
He can be of some help.

Are you trying to be funny?

Don't you realize the
gravity of the situation?

Aren't you ashamed?

You should be ashamed, sir.

You are trying to save your criminal wife

while your dad is struggling
for his life in hospital.

You should feel ashamed
of yourself for this behavior.

Would you have supported your dad,

had he attempted to kill your wife?

You would've filed a case against him.

I have one solution to protect your wife.

You own up this crime.

-She will be freed.
-What?

Don't you remember Titanic
where Leonardo DiCaprio

gives up his life to save his girl.

It's a sacrifice, sir.

Own up your wife's crime,
and she will be free.

Do you realize what you speak?

Do you think my family is a...

a story for a detective mystery novel?

Every family has a
mysterious story to tell.

Only difference is,
your story is now out in open.

Want some? Grams?

As you wish.

Look, I don't care.

It makes no sense to own up
a crime committed by my wife.

She may have attempted the murder

but you instigated her.

What?

In this kind of situation

normally we accuse women.

Do you know how it begins?

When the son's bond with father weakens.

Sir, don't give any vague examples.

Within a year or two of your marriage,

your bond with Aaba started to weaken.

Your wife was sharp
enough to observe this.

She knew she had your support.

And she started her tiffs with Aaba.

I never interfered in their fights...

and if I did,

I always supported the one who was right.

Be it Bhakti or Aaba.

I was never partial towards anyone.

Oh come on, sir, that's not true.

Assume you had a fight with
your wife during the day

and at night the moment
she gets closer to you,

you will forgive and forget everything.

It's not the case with Aaba.

He has no one to share his feelings with.

You never realized this.

Your wife's mistake is forgiven and
forgotten in a matter of few hours,

whereas, Aaba has to live
with the bitter feelings

till you get back to him.

And you say... that you are impartial.

You boosted her confidence.

She knew, her husband
will always support her.

Had you supported your father,

your wife wouldn't have had
the guts to attempt this.

Hence I said that you instigated her

so now own up her crime.

I am sure you can do it for her.

Sleep over it tonight,
and tell me your views tomorrow.

I can help you get the right evidences
to lessen your punishment term.

Take your bottle away please.

I don't get tempted with such frills.

See you.

Pick up the phone.

-Can you reach him?
-No.

He is not answering my call either.

Neither is he replying to my messages.

Oh God. Rahul!

Where had you been?

Rahul, where had you been?

I went to beg.

I went to beg mercy for your crime.

What did he say?

He advised me to own up to the crime.

What?
He is such a horrible guy.

You should've listened to me,
to avoid this situation.

Rahul, I never attempted to kill Aaba.

Are you out of your senses?

Didn't you confess
just a couple of hours ago?

Rahul, please.

Will you stay calm and hear me out?

Nagargoje, met me in
my college this morning.

Sum to Product formula.

sin(a) + sin(b)

is equal to 2sin(a + b) by 2

cos(a - b) by 2.

sin(a) - sin(b)

equals to... Please note it.

And let's look at equation number 3.

Let's try and solve it.

Yes.

-Do you have any secrets?
-What?

Are you hiding anything crucial
from me or your husband?

Absolutely not.

-Are you sure?
-What do you want?

I want to be sure of certain things
before I close the case.

Later once when Aaba
regains his consciousness,

and records a different version of his
statement, it will be huge mess.

I strongly believe one of you
is hiding something very crucial.

And...

I will find out eventually.

But then you will have
to bear the consequences.

I hope you understand.

I hid from you

about a major squabble between
Rahul and Aaba in Lonavala.

Aaba behaved exactly the way I predicted.

Okay.

And...

your husband told you this.

Rahul disclosed it to me yesterday.

But Nitin told me about this squabble
much before.

Okay.

So, Nitin heard it from Rahul?

Please do not mention
anything about this to Rahul.

Of course, not.

This is such a grave information
and he hid it from you.

I am sure there are many more secrets.

I am sure about it.
We must find out.

Let's try this.

I will visit you today evening,
and will accuse you of the murder.

Resist a bit, initially

but then you should own it up.

Seeing you get trapped
he will get restless.

And will tell us the truth.

You got me?

I am doing it for you.

Otherwise, forget it.

-Ma'am.
-Yes.

I need some more help.

Your friend, Nitin.

Please ask him to meet me in the evening.

Both of you meet me on the footpath,
at the corner of your lane.

I need some information.

We all can head for your home together.

Rahul, I have not done anything wrong.

I am sorry for not listening to you.

Good morning, sir.

Why have you come here again?

I do my duty responsibly,
hence I visit you frequently.

What more do you think is pending?

Good morning, ma'am.

I have come to arrest you.

What?

Arrest for what?

For attempting to murder your father.

Rahul.

Please do something about him.

Hold on.

Are you trying to say

I was the one to bring in the syringe
and the insulin drug?

No.

Your chemist told me

he got the drug from his relative's shop,
as he ran out of stock.

And co-incidentally that shop
is near Mr. Nitin's house.

And Aaba had asked Nitin
to get the 20 cc syringe

to spray pesticides to the plants.

-Then?
-So what?

You are an advocate, aren't you?

Do you expect us cops to
collect evidences on your behalf?

You knew it all along, did you?

Yes, I hid it from you deliberately.

I assumed, seeing your wife getting
trapped, you will confess your crime.

You attempted to kill Aaba.

Do you realize...

From here on...

if you utter even a single word,

I swear I will kill you.

It's a cognizable offence.

We can address it later.

Hear me out now.

-What the...
-Will you please follow me?

This was the broken railing, isn't it?

Yes, but now we've fixed it.

Both of you step on to the balcony

and try pushing it.

Go on.

What...

Do you think such a strong railing
will give away under Aaba's pressure?

Yet it broke.

I'll tell you how.

On 28th you guys went out for dinner

and reached home quite late.

Rest of the activities will remain
same as mentioned earlier.

Let's not waste time repeating.

Aaba.

Like always, ma'am gave
the insulin dose to Aaba.

Ma'am, you may have calmed
down after the squabble

but you were very restless from
within, and sir was aware of this.

If such arguments continued,

he was sure you would walk out on him.

And if you both move out of this house,

people will disgrace him for abandoning
an old man, this was his worry.

Also by moving out, he may have
to let go of Aaba's plush property.

This scared him too.

So the worry was inherent.

It's known that a man can go
to any extent when he is scared,

including, killing his own father.

Aaba.

Aaba!

Yes.

You were infuriated

by seeing him drink and sleep peacefully

after ruining your family.

Realizing your mistake,
scared you to death

thus triggering the advocate in you.

Now your task was to make
the scene look like an accident.

Picking a screw-driver and a spanner
you came back to Aaba's balcony.

You started loosening the railing screws.

It's unfortunate
that even in such heavy rains

the security guard heard
the thud of Aaba's fall.

Now, here are my evidences
for this theory.

Had there been any natural
flaw with the railings

the screws would've been a little bent.

Look at these pictures from our reports.

The screw was intact and was
found in the corner of the balcony.

Do you think the railing broke

and the screws crawled on
their own to one corner

and sat right next to the spanner?

Secondly.

Look at this picture carefully.

Do you see blood stains on the floor?

You see them, right?

I don't know if it's my department's
carelessness

or if you have bribed them.

An investigation was carried out without
sending this blood sample for analysis.

Strange!

Had Aaba fallen accidently
from the balcony

I don't see a reason for the blood stains.

I am sure you guys must've fought

and in that fight he must've
injured himself.

Another crucial evidence.

Close to the spot where Aaba fell

I found this brass bell.

Cops must've ignored this
piece of evidence.

I too assumed it must
be some random stuff.

But after visiting your house I realized,

that this is a part

of your decorative wind chime.

During your fight,
Aaba must've held onto this

as a last source of support.

Poor man, he didn't realize this is just
a decorative piece of junk like you

and will not be of any support to him.

Rahul, please speak up.

It's all made up.

It's the truth.

I have proved it with evidences.

Hello!

Please don't talk to me about evidences.

Evidences can be fabricated as needed.

When you decide to trap someone

it's very easy to collect evidences.

And just the specific
evidences to trap the person.

Such dramatic lines won't
stand a chance in the court.

Here is the warrant.

Rahul.

Rahul.

Rahul, please say something.

Rahul.

Don't worry.

I will be there.

Please sign this.

I will get you out on bail
by today evening.

The situation is so bad yet you
didn't find it necessary to inform us.

Is Nishu aware of this?

I'll get that.

Bhakti.

There is a courier for you.

'Rahul, Bhakti.

My blessings to both of you.

I may not be alive when
you read this letter.

I purposely made sure this
letter reached you very late.

I caused inconveniences to you
through my life and death.

I apologize for that.

The need to prove my innocence

was far worse than getting
punished for a crime.

Hence I decided to take
such a foolish step.

Committing suicide may sound very foolish.

But

when you have no one close by your side,

there is nothing great in living
such a pointless life.

I don't expect you, as my son,
to carry out any rituals for me.

This is my independent decision.

Please don't hold anyone responsible
for this act of mine.

Aaba.'

Bhakti, are we so cruel?

No.

But surely there is something
wrong in our behavior.

Perhaps, my behavior with Aaba.

We are always there
for one another. Always.

Aaba was all alone.

Once he is back home, I will
embrace him tightly and apologize.

Seriously.

Do you think he will have
any memories from the past?

I don't know, but my emotions
will surely touch him.

Rahul.

There is a message from Mr. Nagargoje.

Aaba has recovered completely, but...

apparently, Aaba has not written
or sent any suicide note.

Aaba's signature is forged.

He has mailed us the report
sent by handwriting experts.

He wants us to meet Aaba and then him.

Why are you shedding tears?

I am not dead yet.

Dear daughter-in-law.

Don't waste your tears.

Save some to shed when I am dead...

so people believe you really cared for me.

Aaba.

I am kidding, dear.

Aaba, what happened that night?

When?

When you...

fell off.

Yes.

I came out discreetly for a smoke.

The packet was empty.

The smell of the box too
is so tempting, isn't it?

I stood there leaning against the railing.

I realized that the railing was wobbling.

I went inside

to pick a spanner and a screw-driver

to fix it.

I loosened the screw.

But

while doing that I accidentally

bumped the whisky glass down

and it shattered.

I put the spanner and screws aside

and thought of clearing the mess,
so I picked up the broom.

It was quite dark.
I looked up and I realized

the lamp was faulty.

You idiots will never bother to fix it.

So, I picked the nearby stool and...

I climbed... to fix the lamp.

That's right.

Well...

I started to... unscrew the lamp shade.

I held the screwdriver in my mouth
and raise my hand to fix the lamp.

That's when I injured myself,
and blood oozed.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain

there must've been some
electrical short circuit.

I got an electrical shock,
throwing myself off balance, I fell down.

I don't remember anything else.

In that case, who wrote the suicide note?

It was me.

You didn't realize it?

Or you just skimmed through the content?

As a kid, Aaba signed
your report cards, didn't he?

Still you didn't recognize his signature?

What was your motive?

Why did you behave so cruel?

I can sue you for
causing us mental trauma.

I wanted you to feel the heat

of an innocent who is falsely implicated.

Aaba attempted a suicide and you
and your wife were the murderers.

Didn't I prove it all
with relevant evidences?

Just a minute.
I could've proved my innocence too.

So, why didn't you?

Something...

untoward happened at our place
and we were emotionally disturbed.

Okay.

And because of the squabble
we had in Lonavala

several sick thoughts were troubling me.

Nishu kept calling us,
as he wanted to speak to Aaba.

That was another problem to handle.

We were troubled from all corners.

And to top it up, you walked in, accusing
us for something we had no clue about.

That's why we fumbled.

If you guys can break under pressure

how do you expect Aaba
to face everything all alone?

You have a court to fight your case.

But Aaba has no one, but you.

So, is it entirely our fault?

I never said that.

You know what, ma'am.

I am sure such situations arise
at your mother's house too.

Isn't it?

I am sure in that case you would
sympathized with your parents

and blamed your brother and
sister-in-law for their behavior.

And here...

both of you conveniently
blame Aaba for everything.

We never ill-treated Aaba.

So how did you really treat him?

You fed him.

Allowed him to stay with you.

Treated him in case of any illness?

These facilities are available
even in an old age home.

So what's the difference between
a home and an old age home?

Mr. Nagargoje, we lived together.

Okay, so we can call it an old
age home run by you.

Tell me.

In the last few years

did you guys care to take Aaba
out for a movie or a play?

As a family, did you all
go out anywhere together?

Ever thought of complimenting him?

Can you recollect?

Did you have any casual chat with him?

Did you ever place
your hand over his shoulder?

When did you last touch your father?

These things may sound
very trivial, but they aren't.

To live together for ages

and not feel the touch of your own people
is not something as trivial as you think.

In the past, as a mark of respect when
kids touched the feet of their parents,

elder's touched their
heads out of affection.

Those days are gone.

No one has the time to pray to God,
parents stand no chance.

Fathers too get tired.

They get withered.

They get breathless.

Every morning...

I tell myself not to bow before anyone

and always live with pride.

And every night I get tired.

I wish my son enquires about my health

though I will never express
my tiredness to him.

I wish he tells me to quit my job,

stay at home and play
with my grandchildren.

He is too busy for such things.

My son works in Silicon Valley.

I don't know how much he earns.

I never asked a penny from him.

I called him to inform
about his mother's demise.

He told me to finish off the formalities.

As he was busy at work.

Don't you guys have the time to
give a graceful sendoff to someone?

Has he forgotten

how I struggled to raise him?

As a kid, when he cried,

I playfully tossed him up
in the sky and caught him.

And he flew away when he grew.

Why can't he quit his job and come back?

There are thousands of jobs available.

Will he get his mother's body
back to cremate?

When we elders point out your mistakes,

you kids blame us for our weird behavior.

Don't you think you should
ignore our mistakes

rather than making use

of mathematical theories
to explain human relation?

Why do you all behave the same?

I saw my son in you.

Hence I targeted you.

Will you never grow old?

You and Aaba have many similarities.

People with similar sorrows look similar.

All the best.

Goodbye.

You are Vishwas, right?

He has overturned your picture.

But he discreetly looks at your
picture once in a while.

He just left for the railway station.

He is off to Kashi

to perform the last rites
for himself and your mom.

Aaba.

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