Mom is feeling much better now.
And I was thinking of flying back to India and finish my work.
But Dad, why don't you live here with us permanently?
Didn't Akbar Baig tell you that he is married?
Achala, you must help us.
I don't feel like.
I don't want to.
Actually, I don't want to be involved in this case at all.
Actually,
all of you men are dogs!
You all are cheats!
I don't even feel like living. I want to die.
- I want to kill myself. - Achala,
I think you are also partly at fault in this matter.
In this age of digital media,
a man was lying to you for three years at the same time
and you believed him?
I understand, Achala. We all make mistakes in love...
but we also learn from those mistakes.
Achala, this is for your own good.
The sooner you help us solve this case, the better it will be for you.
Otherwise, you will be rotting in jail, and Akbar Baig will roam free.
Do you understand what I am saying?
You will be rotting in jail,
and Akbar will roam freely.
Now, wipe those tears...
Your Honour, mens rea,
meaning the murderer's motive,
is the most important aspect in such cases.
The events that were hidden from us
clearly establish
that Mr. Akbar Baig had a clear motive to kill Jessu Momin.
Your Honour,
with your permission, I would like to ask Ms. Achala a few questions.
Ms. Achala, you were the winner of the Star Hunter's Beauty Contest.
And according to the rules of that competition,
Jessu Momin and Akbar Baig
were supposed to make a film with you.
Is this true?
Yes.
Then what happened?
Looking at Jessu's behaviour,
I realised
his motive was never to make a film.
His motive was only to exploit girls.
Stunning.
Absolutely beautiful.
Fabulous.
You know,
you definitely deserve to win.
Look at you...
Look at your skin.
It's fabulous. It's flawless.
You will make it to the top in Bollywood.
Thank you.
You know,
why don't we go out for a...
dinner date?
Sir, actually I'm a little busy tonight.
Are you.
So sad.
I would have loved to spend time with
a sexy,
beautiful,
gorgeous girl.
Who has such long legs...
- Excuse me. - What happened?
Hello.
I am the producer. Excuse me.
Yes, Achala?
Akbar sir, Jessu sir was behaving
very weirdly at the photo shoot.
What do you mean weirdly?
Meaning,
he was touching me very inappropriately,
and saying weird things to me.
And later, he also sent me a message
regarding some agreement.
This is not the way I work, and I really need
to speak to you about this.
Yes, I will look into it.
I am apologising on his behalf.
I will talk to him.
Okay, sir.
I see, I see.
Even after finding out the truth,
you continued your association with Seven Brothers Productions?
Yes... because...
Jessu had our...
I mean, a private video between Akbar and me,
which he kept using to blackmail us.
You seem to be a modern-day woman.
I admit that Mr. Akbar had certain helplessness.
But you could have exposed Jessu Momin
whenever you wanted.
Yet you kept watching all those girls get exploited
and said nothing.
Because you were in love with my client, Mr. Baig.
You accepted money from him. And gifts.
And when this arrangement came to an end-
I mean, when your love came to an end-
you accused him.
When, in fact, you yourself just mentioned
that Mr. Baig was also a victim of Jessu Momin's blackmail.
Didn't you?
Your Honour,
I don't see any truth in Ms. Achala's statement.
Rather than an expose,
it sounds more like the revenge of a broken heart.
Where are the facts and the evidence?
Your Honour,
the facts and the evidence...
are right here.
Your Honour, I object!
This hard disk in court...
Mr. Shusheel, you can raise this point in court
at the next trial regarding this evidence.
I am allowing this because this is
very crucial evidence in the development of this case.
Baby,
I think
Jessu is doing something wrong with Afreen again.
I understand what you are saying.
He's back to his old tricks again.
I have decided...
this time I am not going to spare him.
I will kill him.
One of my guys, Deva, will be in the hotel.
I've planned everything. Don't worry.
Your Honour, what is all this? This...
Ma'am, that is a video of me. I am in the video.
But the voice is not mine.
- Wait a minute... - I never said any of that.
Your Honour, my client means to say
that the video is genuine,
but the voice is not his.
Maybe the voice has been created using AI.
We have to recreate Akbar's voice.
I have a sample on my phone. I recorded our phone conversation.
I can mimic his voice.
WhatsApp, bro.
Hey millennial, AI...
AI can be used for good purposes as well.
Mitali will vouch for it.
Yes, sir.
Let's make a micro-drama,
starring Akbar Baig.
Correct?
Let's do it.
Defence Counsel?
Your Honour, we can clearly see Ms. Achala Baig in the video.
And she is right here.
Ms. Achala, is this video fake?
No.
This video is absolutely proper, and Akbar said all those things to me.
Achala!
Achala, what's wrong with you?
Achala, look at me.
Achala, when did I say all this?
Why are you doing this to me? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Mr. Akbar, this is contempt of court!
Akbar...
Calm... calm down.
We apologise, Your Honour.
Your Honour, I would like to call Mr. Akbar Baig to the witness box.
You may, please.
Your Honour, before I begin asking my questions,
I want to tell the court
that all the crimes committed by Jessu Momin
and the accusations against him-
Mr. Akbar Baig is equally responsible for them.
He was a part of every crime,
whether it was blackmailing actresses and models,
or exploiting them.
I object, Your Honour.
These accusations are false and baseless.
Hello.
Who is speaking?
Ms. Shazia, this is Goldie from Mumbai.
From lawyer Amar Vishwas' team.
Lawyer?
Your husband Akbar Baig is currently in Mumbai, isn't he?
Yes.
Actually, he's in India for some work.
Actually, he's living a double life out here.
What do you mean?
He lives here with a model named Achala.
Not at all.
This is in connection with our family production house...
Ms. Shazia, I think you don't watch the news.
Mumbai Police has summoned him to court
to give a statement in connection with a case.
Police? Court?
What are you saying?
Listen to me carefully.
Mr. Akbar Baig,
on the night of the 25th...
on 25th August, were you at Hotel Sun and Beach?
Huh?
You are not concentrating. Are you alright?
I asked you,
were you at Hotel Sun and Beach
on the night of 25th August?
No.
And this video?
It's fake.
Meaning, you did not want to physically exploit Ms. Bahar.
What are you trying to prove
by calling my wife here and showing fake videos?
What the fuck are you trying to do?
Mr. Akbar, mind your language, please.
Then...
this means you only exploited Ms. Achala.
I did not exploit anyone.
Then what was the relationship between you and Ms. Achala?
She is my friend.
Was...
She was my friend.
Then how was Jessu Momin blackmailing you
using an intimate video of you and Ms. Achala?
That video... was fake.
That video was fake.
This video is also fake.
Ms. Achala is also lying.
Are those messages also fake,
which prove that you two were in a relationship?
Aren't you married?
Objection, Your Honour.
How is this relevant to the case?
Overruled.
Defence, you may continue.
Ms. Achala herself said in this witness stand
- that you were exploiting her. - I didn't exploit Achala or anyone else.
Okay, I'll tell you the truth.
Achala and I...
we were in a relationship.
But a little while ago, you said you were friends.
But now I am telling you that we were in a relationship.
I want to tell the truth.
I am telling you the truth...
Achala and I were in a relationship.
That's the truth.
This video that you showed is fake.
That is also the truth.
I have never exploited anyone to date.
That is also the truth.
But, Mr. Akbar.
Ms. Bahar claims that you called her repeatedly,
asking her to come to Hotel Sun and Beach,
to the room that remains booked year-round in the name
of your production house.
When Ms. Bahar refused,
you threatened her
- with the contract and- - That's a lie.
Objection, your honour.
- Sustained. - You are lying.
Because when Jessu Momin arrived at that hotel with Ms. Bahar,
and when you found out about it, you lost control
After reaching the hotel, when you entered the room...
you saw Ms. Bahar on the bed and molested her.
- I object, Your Honour- - Wait a minute.
I molested her?
I could never do that.
I am not that kind of person.
Yes, I made a mistake.
My mistake was entering into a relationship
even though I was married. That's it.
That was my only mistake!
I can never molest anyone.
You are lying in court.
Because when Jessu Momin entered the room,
you were furious to see him.
You both had a scuffle.
You hit him, and he hit you back.
- That's a lie. - I object, Your Honour.
Later, you took out your gun and shot Jessu Momin.
Lie.
- And then... - Lies.
And what you did after that
can only be done by a vile person.
You did what you do with all your actresses and models.
You raped Ms. Bahar and fled.
I raped Bahar?
I did not even touch her that night!
But you said you weren't in that room.
This means that on the night of 25th August,
when Jessu Momin was murdered-
you were present at the crime scene.
Thank you.
Your Honour,
I would like to apologise.
I used unlawful methods to get to the truth.
Ms. Bahar never said anything like that,
nor is that video completely genuine.
As my wise friend said,
the audio is AI-generated.
I will humbly accept all the consequences.
So, Mr. Akbar Baig...
would you like to tell the court in detail
how and why you killed Jessu Momin?
Your Honour,
when I met Jessu for the first time,
he was nobody.
He was a struggler.
But he had the same passion that my grandfather had.
I gave him a chance,
and he did his job properly.
He expanded the production house.
But he...
had one problem- he did not respect women.
When I spoke to him about this,
he started saying filthy things about Achala,
and I could not tolerate it and slapped him.
A few days later,
Achala told me that he was
exploiting Afreen and Bahar,
and that he was also trying to exploit Achala.
I was done.
Gym going good, bro?
Why are you not picking up my calls
or replying to my messages?
Chill, bro. What happened?
What did you do with Achala?
What did I do?
Bloody pervert,
will you never mend your ways?
I see...
It's okay, bro.
Did Achala baby complain?
We are partners, man.
Let's share and enjoy. What's...
Do you think I am like you?
I am not like you!
Hey, hey...
chill, bro.
Chil.
Don't forget this company...
This company was formed by my grandpa,
it is his legacy, and you are ruining his name!
Don't let me see you again in that office.
You are fucking out!
Hey... brother.
- You are fucking out! - Akbar. Akbar. Look...
This won't happen again.
Jessu, I don't trust you.
I don't have an ounce of faith in you.
Please, Akbar.
- It won't happen again. I swear. - I don't trust you.
Please don't throw me out of the company.
I beg you. Please.
Last chance.
But after this, I will throw you out of the office!
Okay, okay. Okay.
- Last chance, Jessu. - Okay.
Promise.
He said he would never do it again.
And... I forgave him.
Later, he showed me something after which
I could not do anything, Your Honour.
He showed me a video of Achala and me.
What is all this?
What is this?
Are you going to blackmail me now?
Starting from today,
you won't interfere in my work,
nor will I interfere in yours.
If you throw me out of the company,
then this video will go out of my phone.
And suddenly, one day, I get a call.
Yeah.
Hello, Akbar bhai.
Punappa speaking.
Punappa who...
Punappa?
Didn't you know my father?
Yes, you got that absolutely right.
Your father used to pay me protection money
and used to tell me to always look after his kids.
No harm should come to them.
He was a very decent man.
Yes, thank you.
But why did you call me?
Akbar bhai, who is Jessu?
- Jessu? - Yes.
He's my partner.
Why?
What partner?
He gave me money to kill you.
Money to kill me?
I don't believe this.
When?
Half an hour ago.
What was he saying?
He asked me my price and told me the job.
And told me to hide the dead body
in some Achala's house.
What price did he offer?
Half a million.
I will give you two and a half million.
What?
Reverse the contract!
I am transferring one million right now.
Send me your account details.
Or I can launder it to you.
Just do me a favour.
I want to hear what he is saying.
Call him right now.
I'll be on the conference call.
Alright.
Hold.
Punappa bhai.
How are you?
It will be taken care of.
My boys will eliminate him in this month.
Thank you, bhai.
By the way,
what's your grudge with him?
Why do you want to know?
I have a rule-
we don't kill innocent and decent people. Right?
Wha...
Innocent, don't make me laugh.
That rascal slapped me...
publicly.
He was a bloody pauper.
Who brought his company back on its feet? Me!
Who made it profitable? I did.
And he slapped me in public.
Why?
For what?
He had a problem with my womanising.
He has a wife and a child of his own,
but still keeps a mistress on the side.
He was bloody jealous of my philandering.
That's totally wrong.
You did so much for him, and this is how he repaid you.
That's why I want to kill him.
To show him his place.
I want his company for myself.
I will make his mistress... mine!
His wife and child...
I will make his wife and child my slaves...
Your job will be done.
Don't worry.
Thank you, bhai.
Thank you.
Did you hear that, Akbar bhai?
When do you want him dead?
Start planning...
But remember one thing.
I will shoot that dog.
I will fucking kill him with my...
I will call you back,
then we'll talk.
Okay.
I'll tell you.
Thank you, Punappa.
Killing him was my only option.
And I killed him.
I was waiting for Sudarshan at the Sun and Beach Hotel.
Suddenly,
Mudassar showed up in a burkha
and entered Jessu's room.
He came out after a while,
and then Sudarshan reached there.
Now I was certain
that my plan was going to work.
And when Sudarshan was about to enter the room,
I knocked him unconscious
and handed him over to Deva.
Jessu?
Jessu, my bro.
My partner.
Are you okay?
Are you okay, brother?
Get up. Come on, get up.
Get up.
What happened? Get up.
What happened? Tell me.
Ungrateful rascal.
Bloody gutter bug.
You will never change.
I always supported you.
I made you my partner.
And you dared to put a hit on me.
Bro...
You wanted to usurp my family business.
Hospital... Hospital...
You wanted to make my
wife and child your slaves.
Hospital...
What did my wife call you?
What did she call you?
Brother.
What did you use to call her?
Sister.
Bro...
Fuck you, Jessu!
And I have no regrets.
My only regret is that
I treated one person unfairly,
and that person is my wife.
Shazia.
Please forgive me and look after my mother.
And please, look after our daughter
Public prosecutor, your closing statement.
Thank you, your honour.
Your Honour,
judging by the way this case has just unfolded,
I accept my earlier mistaken perception.
But, Your Honour, one thing still troubles me-
that the three girls involved in this case,
Bahar, Achala, and Afreen,
were subjected to exploitation,
yet none of them went to the police
to file a complaint against their offender.
And this makes me wonder, Your Honour,
why no successful woman or girl
ever lodges a complaint like this.
Because they work hard to achieve success.
They face every hardship in their journey
with courage and determination.
But in this case, all three girls
wanted to reach success through shortcuts.
That is why, in this modern world of the internet and technology,
they kept getting exploited,
and yet they remained silent.
Your Honour,
in my closing statement,
I would like to say that in this case
these three girls are as guilty
as Jessu and Akbar,
who exposed their vulnerabilities
and normalised the objectification and exploitation
of women for men like them.
That is why a woman must move ahead purely on the strength of her talent,
and not by pleasing someone
through the wrong means.
And in the end, I would like to quote
Babasaheb Ambedkar, the architect of our Indian Constitution-
"The one who endures a crime
is more at fault than the criminal."
That is why I appeal to all girls and women:
if anyone behaves offensively toward you,
do not endure it.
Go to the proper authorities.
I rest my case, your honour.
That will be all.
Defence, your closing statement.
Your Honour,
I have learnt a great deal from this case.
When a girl grows up
and steps out of her home,
she does not just see the world-
she also encounters millions of staring eyes.
Eve-teasing, stalking,
and countless other acts become part of her daily life.
When she answers the phone,
it is filled with unwanted missed calls, blank calls,
and obscene forwards.
When she is on social media,
she is flooded with friend requests and DMs,
again filled with obscene content.
If she posts a photo,
men assume she is seeking attention.
Teachers in schools,
seniors in colleges, professors...
colleagues at workplaces, men on the streets...
relatives within families...
uncles and cousins in society...
everyone wants to get close to her-
almost always with a single intention,
because to them she is merely an object.
Your Honour, whenever a girl
tries to complain about inappropriate behaviour,
she has to relive her trauma again and again-
first to her family,
then to the police,
the courts,
and even the media.
Our system and our society only deepen that trauma,
something she desperately wants to forget.
A very respected senior lawyer of our country,
Indira Jaising, took forty years
to speak about the exploitation
she endured at the hands of lawyers and judges.
That is why so many successful women
and educated girls
are afraid to name their offenders to the police.
Your Honour,
in such circumstances, women and girls
remain defensive, always on edge.
And when their anger finally erupts,
men cannot handle it.
It wounds their ego,
and they retaliate.
To avoid this,
most women are forced to compromise-
at home, at work, and in their careers.
And that compromise gives rise to a system of male dominance.
Your Honour, this power system has existed for centuries.
It is created by men themselves
to exploit women.
They strike, they attack, and they even pretend to heal.
They are protectors, and they are predators too.
Your Honour, look at this very case.
Who exploited Ms. Bahar? Who blackmailed her?
A man-Jessu Momin.
Who falsely trapped her in a murder case?
A man-Akbar Baig.
Who is defending her in this court?
A man-Amar Vishwas.
But the only solace here
is that a woman will deliver the judgment.
Your Honour, equal rights and equal opportunities
give women equality,
but along with these,
they must also be given a safe and secure environment
where they can breathe, live, and shine.
That will be all, your honour.
I rest my case.
Order. Order.
Defence.
Prosecution.
Based on all the statements, evidence,
and arguments presented by the counsels,
the court dismisses all the allegations
against the accused, Bahar Chakravarty.
Order. Order.
The court acquits Sudarshan of all the charges against him.
For the murder of Jessu Momin,
under Indian Penal Code Section 103,
the court sentences Mudassar to life imprisonment.
However, under Section 101 of the BNS,
his sentence may be reduced in the future.
For the murder of Jessu Momin,
under BNS Section 103,
the court sentences Akbar Baig to life imprisonment
without any relief.
For assisting Akbar in this murder,
the court sentences Achala Srivastav to five years of imprisonment.
However, as she appeared as a defence witness
and helped bring the accused to justice,
the court reduces her sentence by two years
and sentences her to three years of imprisonment.
Mr. Amar, for presenting fake evidence in court today
and for breaching the honourable court's procedure,
you will face a legal inquiry.
Case dismissed.
The judgment has been announced.
Thankfully, it is in our favour.
I will speak to you later.
Say it, sir.
I won't mind.
The party's on me tonight.
At the club.
And I'll be there, sir.
Very well done.
Like it.
Congratulations.
It wouldn't have been possible without you.
My pleasure.
Congratulations, sir.
This calls for a party.
Party?
On me.
During the investigation, we found out
that your marriage has been fixed.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- Party. - Sure.
Party starters.
Thank you, sir.
You saved my daughter's life.
But sir, I don't have the money to pay your fee.
You don't have to lie.
You can pay my fee.
God bless you.
I got my fee.
God bless you.
Don't ever...
- Give up. - Give up...
Thank you, sir.
Amar sir is here.
Bahar Chakravarty is over there. She's over there. Over there.
Sir.
We are all so proud of you.
- You did it. - It's called teamwork.
For...
Justice.
Goldie, you are so talented you could save the whole planet.
How?
Eat less.
You people don't have a personal life of your own, do you?
We do. We do.
- I am starving. - Yes. Yes.
Vada pav. Vada pav. That place up ahead is really good.
Congratulations.
Coffee?
Actually, I was thinking...
dinner?
Even better.
Let's go.