Yes, go ahead.
Okay.
Remember, Amar, we saw a black car
in the CCTV footage.
Yes, the number plate wasn't visible.
And we had no information about it.
Yes, but now we do.
The car is registered in the name of Mudassar Ansari,
who happens to be Afreen's father.
Goldie,
go and talk to Mudassar.
I'll speak to Khandekar.
Take Tavde and a lady constable along.
Copy.
Good job, Goldie.
Thank you.
By the way, who is this source of yours?
You focus on the result.
Leave the groundwork to me.
Laxman.
'At Fatima's house, we found out that'
'she had come to Mumbai to become an actor.'
'But after repeated failures, she tried to commit suicide.'
'Mudassar reached in time and saved Fatima.'
'Eventually, they fell in love and got married.'
But that's not all...
There's an unusual fact in this entire story.
Mudassar and Fatima got married in January 2005.
And Afreen was born in March 2005.
She hasn't eaten anything for the last two days.
After she got dizzy and collapsed, I gave her some lemon juice,
and I also informed the doctor.
Okay.
Call me once the doctor arrives.
- Yes. - I want to hear his opinion.
- Yes. Okay. - Okay. I will.
Amar Vishwas.
The situation is a bit serious.
Bahar has stopped talking to anyone.
And she hasn't eaten for two days.
When she got dizzy and collapsed today, she gave her some lemon juice.
I think you should talk to her.
Let me see.
I heard you haven't eaten anything.
Not even had water.
That's good.
Well done.
You'll survive for a couple more days, and after that...
it'll all be over.
The end of Bahar Chakravarty's story.
Sounds nice, doesn't it?
I'm just wondering-
who are you doing this for?
Let me guess...
For Sudarshan.
The same Sudarshan who came from Kolkata to Mumbai...
just for Bahar.
A simple, ordinary man.
But when Bahar's safety was threatened,
he dared to stand up to a producer like Jessu Momin.
It's hard to imagine the kind of torture he went through.
He's still fighting...
Because he believes
Bahar is innocent.
Someday, Bahar will walk out of jail,
and he'll live all the dreams he saw with her.
Looks like he was mistaken.
Poor guy-fighting all alone.
So then, who are you doing this for?
Yes.
For your mother.
The same mother who left her city and her identity
and came to Mumbai for her daughter.
She's been living in one of Byculla's cheap inns
for over a month now.
Every morning she wakes up,
stands under the scorching sun for hours...
She still hasn't given up,
because she knows her daughter is innocent.
She's standing up against the world-
waiting to give a fitting answer
to those who questioned her upbringing and her daughter.
But you aren't doing this for her either.
Because if you were doing it for Sudarshan and your mother,
you would've continued fighting.
But you gave up.
So then...
who are you really doing this for?
The truth is, you're doing this for no one.
You're only thinking about yourself.
You're so selfish
that you can't see your mother's pain
or Sudarshan's sacrifice.
They can endure as much as they want...
You don't want to endure anymore.
You're right.
A person should be a little selfish.
But I feel sorry for
the millions of Bahars
who will follow your path and be exploited day and night.
Because once in a lifetime, one Bahar stands up
to set an example.
You are not that Bahar.
I was living in a delusion.
All the best.
Every informer from Hyderabad has only one news.
That Jessu was a rascal, a scoundrel,
and an absolute lowlife.
His father shot himself
after his mother ran away with another man.
He forged his grandfather's signatures
and sold off the ancestral mansion.
His grandfather couldn't bear the shock and passed away.
In short, for money,
Jessu could exploit anyone... man or woman--
Sorry.
If you suffer from acidity,
why do you eat this kind of garbage?
But from all this, we understand one thing.
There were several people who wanted Jessu dead.
I don't know how to put this across to you,
but it's extremely important for me to go to Dubai.
I have my golden visa interview scheduled.
The golden visa is a long-term visa.
Getting that interview itself is difficult-- and I managed to get one.
If I miss it, I could land in serious trouble.
My family is there. They could also be affected.
So I genuinely have to go.
Sir, you should've thought of all this before getting into business with Jessu.
You're absolutely right.
I'm not denying that.
I agree with you completely,
but it's not as if I'm trying to escape.
I wouldn't have come here if I didn't intend to cooperate.
But I came here on just one phone call.
I want Jessu's murderer to be caught as much as you do.
I am with you...
on this case. But
I also have some work.
I understand what you are trying to say, but...
Mr. Akbar, I cannot help you in any way.
I am really sorry.
You may leave now, as we have a lot of pending work.
Sir, I'll land in serious trouble.
I really need your help.
Sorry, Mr. Akbar, but...
Alright. If at any point you're able to help in any way,
then please... give me a call.
I will.
Thank you.
Dear God, there seems to be no end to the work in this case.
Akbar finally leaves, and now Amar is calling.
Amar. Akbar...
Only Anthony is left to show up now.
Bravo.
Bravo, Tavde.
Yes, Amar.
Please send me Jessu's phone records and email details.
I've already handed over the phone backup.
There must be something that we don't have.
There's nothing.
The things I had to see for this...
Sir, the uncle...
The uncle from Malad Malvani.
Amar, one second.
The man Jessu used to meet...
from Malad Malvani.
Amar, wait a moment.
Speak to Tavde.
Amar sir, when Jessu first came to Mumbai,
he stayed in Malvani as a paying guest at an old man's place.
Even after he moved out,
he would visit that old man every year on Eid.
I don't know why, sir,
but there seems to be a connection.
Who's there?
Uncle, it's Salim.
- Greetings. - Greetings.
Salim, who?
I've brought your money, uncle.
Wonderful.
Come in. Come in. Please come inside.
Come.
Jessu spoke about you often.
He told me, "Salim,
I have no relatives here."
"No mother. No father."
"You are my only family in Mumbai."
"An angel sent by God."
Honestly, uncle,
though we're meeting for the first time,
it feels like I've known you forever.
But I must say, uncle,
people as kind as you are rare in this world.
Do you know what Jessu once told me?
"When I came to Mumbai 21 years ago,"
"I was struggling."
"I had nowhere to stay,"
"and no idea what to do."
"He said, 'Uncle Zaffar gave me place to stay."
"He fed me."
Jessu was a good boy.
What kindness did I show him?
He showed kindness to me.
When he finally began earning,
he came to uncle Zaffar first.
He would pay me for the entire year.
And look at him now...
Even after his death,
he has sent money for me through you two angels.
Once, in a drunken moment, Jessu told me...
"Salim, whether I live or die,"
"make sure my uncle gets money every year."
That was Jessu.
Son, it was truly an honour meeting you.
Is she your wife, son?
Good God, uncle!
I was going to marry Jessu.
But...
before we could...
Perhaps Allah didn't permit it.
No, Sona...
Sanobar Khatun.
Only God's will matters.
May Allah grant Jessu peace in heaven.
Allah forgive me, dear.
But I had heard that
when it came to women, Jessu's intentions were...
That's not true, uncle.
You heard wrong.
Jessu had a pure heart.
No one ever truly understood my Jessu.
Thank God he convinced me.
Otherwise, I would have gone to heaven to meet my Jessu.
But he told me,
"If not with Jessu,
live with his memories."
And I thought-
that's what Jessu wanted.
So, I convinced myself.
Uncle, Jessu often told me
that some of his belongings were still kept in this house.
With your permission, may I take them with me?
Those things mean more to me than my own life.
I want to spend the rest of my life holding on to them as his memories.
So... may I take them?
Of course, dear.
From the day Jessu arrived,
he stayed in the inner room.
I never questioned where he went or what he did.
He would come
and go in that room.
All his belongings are kept there.
Thank you. Thank you.
May Allah bless you with a long life.
I am forever indebted to you.
By the way, uncle, I don't see your wife.
On the next Eid,
I'll surely send you some sweets and biryani.
If you have any wishes, please don't hesitate to tell me.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you very much, uncle.
I found cassettes of brother Jessu's favourite old song.
Great.
Did you find everything, son?
- Yes, uncle. - Thank you. Thank you.
Goodbye.
Thank you, uncle.
- -Goodbye, uncle. - Goodbye. Goodbye.
- Goodbye. - Thank you very much.
Good job, guys.
Sonali, you are a chameleon.
What a piece of work Jessu was.
A complete sleaze and a pervert... That too live.
Are you still surprised, after knowing so much about Jessu?
Whose phone numbers are these?
Goldie, take a look.
We might stumble upon something interesting.
Everything else looks fine,
but he was also in touch with Punappa.
Punappa?
That Punappa?
Did you find anything?
Goldie...
confirm whether it's the same Punappa from Malvani,
then call Surya to the office.
Let's ask him.
People from your law firm
have already come here and questioned us.
How long will you keep harassing us like this?
You're getting irritated for no reason, Mr. Mudassar.
I am only defending Bahar Chakravarty
in the Jessu Momin murder case.
It's my job to ask questions.
And as a good citizen, it's your duty to cooperate.
Unless...
you're hiding something from me.
Are you?
Do you have any legal permission?
No.
I only have a question.
On the night of 25th August...
the night Jessu Momin was murdered,
were you at Hotel Sun and Beach?
No.
Then...
why was your car, MH-47-BZ-6068,
parked at the hotel?
There's no complaint registered about the car being stolen either.
In the CCTV footage...
which the police have, and so do we...
a woman wearing a burkha
is seen stepping out of the car and heading straight to the first floor.
The same floor where the crime scene was.
Room number 111--
where Jessu Momin was murdered.
And twenty minutes later,
the same woman...
or the same person...
returns, gets into your car, and drives away.
I...
I don't know anything about this.
Okay.
Afreen is a very sweet girl.
What happened to her is truly tragic.
Two years ago,
didn't she participate in a beauty contest?
The same contest organised by Jessu Momin's company.
Yes.
And I believe she even won that contest.
After that, she signed a contract with Jessu Momin's company.
Exclusive film contract.
Was that film ever made?
The film was never made...
because Jessu Momin tried to exploit Afreen.
When Afreen refused,
Jessu Momin used the contract to threaten her.
The poor girl was terrified,
and eventually gave in to his demands.
Over time,
Jessu turned Afreen into a drug addict.
And one day, she overdosed and landed in the hospital.
When her loving father saw her lying in that hospital bed,
he did what any father would have done.
Mr. Mudassar,
motive to murder
is a crucial element in any murder investigation.
The drugs found in Jessu Momin's system,
in forensics...
can only be prescribed by a qualified medical specialist.
You are a doctor, aren't you?
Yes.
But I'm not the only doctor in Mumbai...
Correct...
who could have administered that drug.
And Mr. Vishwas,
everyone knows that
Jessu was shot dead.
Yes.
So what exactly
are you trying to prove against me in court?
I never said I was.
I'll ask you just one question in court.
Is Afreen your daughter?
Your honour, what happened in the last hearing,
that was deeply sad and shocking.
In fact, my genuine sympathies are with the defence counsel here.
Your honour, I would only like to state
that I have been arguing this case for several months now,
and apart from Bahar Chakravarty and Sudarshan,
there are no other prime suspects in this matter.
Therefore, I humbly request the court
to conclude this case as soon as possible.
That will be all, your honour. Thank you.
Your honour,
the public prosecutor arrives at conclusions rather hastily.
But what appears to be the truth and what actually transpired
are not always the same.
At times, there exists a vast difference
between what we see and what truly happened.
And today, your honour,
the defence intends to establish this in the court.
Your honour, the defence would also Like to apologise for everything
that transpired during the previous hearing.
We assure the court
that there was no intention whatsoever to dishonour it.
At that point, all of us believed that Sudershan was a prime suspect
who had absconded after murdering Jessu.
But the truth is-
Sudarshan was never on the run.
He was confined to a rehabilitation centre,
where he was being continuously sedated.
He was being administered drugs.
Who was giving him those drugs?
Who admitted him to that rehabilitation centre?
Your honour, until now, this case followed only one narrative.
A girl-my client-
goes to a hotel room with her producer.
The producer is murdered.
She goes to the police and surrenders.
Her boyfriend is seen in the CCTV footage of the same hotel.
Hence, my client becomes the prime accused,
and her boyfriend the prime suspect.
But your honour,
the defence has come across certain facts
that completely alter this narrative.
Your honour, Sudarshan was indeed inside the rehabilitation centre.
But who was repeatedly administering drugs
to him inside that rehab centre?
Sir, one moment.
The hearing in this case is adjourned for today.
A person has surrendered at Malad police station,
and has confessed to the murder of Jessu Momin.
The court directs the police to present the said person
before the court at the next hearing.
Adjourned.
This is incredible, Amar.
Congratulations.
Your plan worked.
Mudassar surrendered.
It's not Mudassar, Amar...
Fatima Ansari.