Samar sir, what's the genre?
-Sad. -Okay.
Sir, sad or tragic?
Very sad.
Say tragic.
Okay.
Tragic.
My oar is too heavy
Dear, my oar is too heavy
It is so full of gold
How do I cross?
Cut. Cut. Cut.
You sang the last notes too straight.
You're in tune, but the feeling…
show some feeling, sweetheart.
Okay. Now, what's the sub-genre?
What's that?
-What's the situation of-- -Oh, okay, situation.
The hero has had a terrible breakup.
-Okay. -He has drowned himself in booze,
and he's crying while singing.
Think of it like…
when you snuff out a candle,
the way the smoke rises…
try that.
Let's take it from the top, come on!
And just a few keywords, sir…
How many more fucking questions, Pinto?
I've already told you everything!
Even music directors don't ask so many questions.
Come up with something on your own!
Sir, I need some references…
Oh, reference!
Remember that piece…
from Aashiqui 2. By Arijit.
-Keh raha hoon main-- -Got it. Copy, sir. Don't worry.
#Arijit,
#quarantine,
#lockdown.
Okay. Sir, what should the length be? 2-3 minutes?
Make it bloody 5-6 minutes!
-It's a commercial film. -Okay.
-I have an album to release. -Right, right. Okay.
Alright.
Final checks.
Level on point.
Okay.
Loading.
Okay.
Ready, sir. Shall I play it?
Ready? So quickly?
Yes, sir.
Wow! Play it.
Okay.
Here… we… go.
My oar is too heavy
Dear, my oar is too heavy
It is so full of gold
How do I cross?
Sir.
Asshole!
Can't you see we're recording?
Sir, the recording's done,
and the song's out too.
Listen to this.
On the path of love
I have been destroyed
I lost you
-Isn't that my tune from "Jigar ka dard"? -I am cursed
Yes, sir.
Here, it was the chorus, and there, it is the verse.
-I live without an aim -Shall we take, sir?
Detached from the world
Dude, that's my riff.
That's my riff!
Listen.
Detached from the world
There.
-The only thing I found in love -That swine!
We used a flute here, and he inserted a cello.
Bro, he's screwed us big time.
Now we'll screw that son of a bitch!
Is a broken heart
What's wrong, Samar sir?
You made me fucking cry, Pinto.
-You're great. -Oh, sir.
-This song is a hit. -Okay.
This song…
Okay.
Papa!
I've found evidence to prove that the CD was doctored.
There won't be an ounce of doubt that the CD is a fake.
Good job.
Wow, that's great, Kashaf!
Such a relief! Isn't it, Hassan?
I'm also relieved.
Don't worry, brother.
You know what, Papa?
Uncle Ali isn't just a good cook but also a clever investigating officer.
He gave me the first lead.
Papa, don't worry.
I will prove to them that you would never do such a thing.
Aalaap.
I must say this Joel Pinto has created a very interesting algorithm.
But he's plagiarizing songs.
True, but he's doing it bloody well.
These days you see nothing wrong with anything illegal.
Are you going to stay stuck on that forever?
Couples have disagreements, so do siblings, also partners.
What's the big deal?
I like to live with principles.
So do I, for fuck's sake, Kashaf.
But I don't see anything wrong with what I did.
I do.
Okay, so what do you want to do?
Just…
just give me some time.
Fine, take it.
By the way, I'm not coming to Mumbai for the composer's case.
Why?
Need to work on the sugar factory case.
So, it was my fault?
Ria, I'm not blaming you.
I'm just saying that Grandpa gave me an earful too.
If the story hadn't aired--
Shubhrat, you know how high that story rated?
Ria…
is that all you care about?
Your story! Your ratings! What about me?
Unbelievable!
Thank you.
Why the boring salad?
It's my Tuesday.
You fast for Karwa Chauth too?
No. Women do that, not men.
Married ones.
"Serial" ones, you mean.
Oh.
It's hot.
Do you know what that was?
God's wrath.
For making fun of me.
Right.
You must have felt bad?
Come on, Deepak, you know what I'm talking about.
-Grandpa-- -Forget it, Shubhangi.
It's over.
So…
I'm coming with you on that copyright case to Mumbai, right?
Wrong.
What? Why?
Because Abhijeet's going with me.
You have two juniors.
Why are you Harvard folks so fascinated with Mumbai?
For your information, I've been to Mumbai 15 times.
So why make it 16?
What rubbish is this, Deepak?
Shubhangi, Abhijeet is handling this case,
and I need you to do research on another case.
That's all.
By the way, it's Kashaf for the composers, right?
I am not sure.
Is it?
If anything is possible…
Where there is a will, there is a way.
The CD was breaking news.
No one's interested in this cleanup job now.
The reporters who did turn up
are only here for refreshments.
Absolutely right.
Hassan, come in.
And close the door.
This video makes it crystal clear
that Justice Quaze and the Investigation Bureau Director
never had any such conversation!
This is nothing but a crudely and maliciously created fake CD.
Hassan…
Kashaf doesn't know…
that you actually were involved in the shopping mall scandal.
And I did speak to the Investigation Bureau Director--
But…
Papa, the CD's been proven a fake.
But Hassan, what happened is true.
-Ms. Kashaf. -Yes.
Let's admit the CD was a fake.
But there's no smoke without fire.
Kashaf is your sister.
And she must know the truth.
She won't understand.
Mumtaz, what if she finds out from--
No. How will she find out?
Could it be that your brother, Hassan Quaze,
was actually involved in a scam…
which your father tried to suppress
with the help of the Investigation Bureau Director?
Absolutely not!
She's your daughter. You know her well.
What Hassan did,
and what you did to save him…
she won't forgive either of you.
And you know what she can do then.
Papa, we cannot tell her.
Please, don't.
Fuck!
Oh!
Auntie!
Hi. How are you?
-Vandana! -Yes?
-There is an urgent courier for you! -Excuse me, Auntie.
Why weren't you answering your phone?
What the fuck! Why didn't you tell me?
I had no clue either.
Why didn't you tell me when you found out?
I called you, texted you. Check your phone.
She's coming. It's on silent.
I've moved your stuff to the other room.
You are fucking kidding me.
Here you go. Jaggery rasgulla. Your favorite.
I don't understand Bengali, Auntie.
Sweets have no language, dear.
Open your mouth.
Good?
-You too. -I just had one, Mom.
-Come on. It's all the way from Kolkata. -Please.
It's good, isn't it?
Sir, I have the window seat at the back. Do you mind exchanging?
No problem.
Hi.
How are you, Kashaf?
Okay, I guess.
Wasn't "Baahon mein" composed by Anwar Salim?
The one you hated.
And you loved.
It was such mush.
It was great.
Actually, it was superb.
You only look tough.
On the inside,
you're soft and mushy.
Hey!
Cabin crew, prepare for take-off, please.
Okay.
Are you okay?
No.
Deepak?
Oh, God. Your aviophobia.
Still not cured after all these years? Are you serious?
You're such a fraud jet-setter.
This is not how music is created, Ms. Kashaf.
Music is the voice of the soul…
which we composers identify and bring out.
It comes from here… from the heart.
I mean, forget about this voice of the heart shit for one second, man.
Technology…
can read your bloody mind.
Aalaap…
Aalaap's been my passion project for the last three years, man.
Sleepless nights, coffee runs,
just to create it!
Imagine someone wandering in the desert for years,
who finds a drop of water.
That's how the listeners should feel.
Music is passion, pain, blessing.
Creating music…
…is unnecessarily romanticized by the composers.
I mean the process is nothing but science, right?
It has a certain formula.
Get it right… and voilà!
I understand, Mr. Anwar.
Don't worry.
We won't let them steal.
How bloody dare they call it stealing!
What you've done, my friend, is unparalleled.
The whole world should know about it.
What say, Abhijeet?
Yes, sir.
What was written in my fate
I wonder
From where does this cry come
Is a broken heart
The song pierced my heart. Wow.
Did you create this song?
No, sir. Aalaap did.
-Aalaap? -Yes.
Where is he then?
No, sir. Aalaap is an algorithm.
Which rhythm?
Algorithm.
-Al-- -Your Honor, Aalaap is a software…
created by Mr. Pinto.
Oh, okay. Got it.
Go on.
Mr. Pinto, please tell the court how Aalaap works.
Right.
So based on the parameters that you select,
Aalaap does a randomized and extremely quick selection
of millions of songs.
And takes small samples from them.
This helps in creating new songs almost instantly.
Sir, it has the capacity to analyze
not only popular songs but trending songs.
And mathematically deduces what formulae is there
that overlap.
And understanding its overlays and creating the melody that… works.
That we know sounds so beautiful.
It's…
Right.
Your Honor, Aalaap's been programmed
to take small samples from several songs and create a new song.
And that's how the disputed song was made.
I want the court to hear another part of this song.
Ma'am, we just heard the song.
Only a small section, Your Honor.
-Okay. -Thank you.
Is a broken heart
And now, petitioner no. 1, Mr. Anwar Salim's song.
I see only you in my dreams too
Are they not similar, Mr. Pinto?
Ma'am, they are not similar, they are exactly the same.
Maybe Aalaap sampled this song…
Right. Thank you.
-…on whole different instruments-- -Thank you, Mr. Pinto.
Your Honor, this song shouldn't be called "Mera dil chur-chur hua."
It should be called "Mera dil chor-chor hua."
The respondent himself admits that this section of the song
has been taken from the petitioner's original piece.
It's a clear infringement of the petitioner's copyright
under Section 51 of the Copyright Act of 1957.
This one's handsome.
He's good too.
A software engineer from Stamford.
Stanford?
Right.
Very progressive family. They want a working daughter-in-law.
Isn't that great?
VERY PROGRESSIVE. THEY'D BE OKAY WITH A LESBIAN. SAY YES.
Mom, I'm not interested. I have said this before.
What do you mean not interested?
What are you waiting for? When will you get married?
When you turn old?
I won't get married.
Why, sweety?
What's the problem?
Is marriage a mistake?
You've seen how happy your father and I have been. Right?
Auntie, not all married couples are happy.
Why not? That's rubbish.
Get married.
You too, Vandana.
In fact, both of you should get married.
What's so funny?
Always joking.
Your Honor, Aalaap is a very innovative program.
A new way of creating music,
where machines and not human beings make music.
Well… machines were cooking and cleaning already.
Now they are also creating songs.
Soon, machines will replace us,
hear cases, and even give verdicts.
The point to be noted, Your Honor…
is that even humans create songs in the same way that machines do.
Composers listen to the work of national and international composers.
They internalize one song's tune and another song's rhythm…
and then create a new melody.
So my question is, Your Honor…
if the machine followed the same process,
then how can it be called theft?
Objection, Your Honor.
My learned friend cannot accuse all composers of this.
Your Honor, was there any song when the universe emerged?
Anahat Naad.
The sound that no one can hear.
Exactly, Your Honor!
By the way, I'm deeply impressed by your spiritual and musical knowledge, sir.
It's very good.
Thank you.
But praising me won't help you in this case.
Let's continue.
Your Honor, the first melody was also a copy
of the sounds of nature.
Of the flowing river,
the gurgling waterfall, the patter of raindrops, the gush of the wind…
The koel's coo.
Exactly, Your Honor!
Now I would like to call Mr. Anwar Salim to the witness stand, please.
Mr. Anwar…
have you ever been accused of plagiarizing a song?
Never.
All my songs are original.
"Music director, Kedar Malik,
accuses music director, Anwar Salim, of plagiarism."
This news is from 19th April 2003.
Sir, this is utter nonsense.
It was just a publicity stunt.
My song is based on a raga.
Raga Charukeshi.
And Mr. Malik's song is also based on the same raga, so--
So, Mr. Anwar, why do songs sound similar
if they are based on the same raga?
Ragas have a certain flow of notes.
Like…
These are signature phrases for a raga.
No one has copyright over them.
Exactly!
Thank you, Mr. Anwar.
Thank you, Mr. Lawyer.
Music!
Your Honor, every little phrase of a melody exists somewhere.
Maybe in a raga or an existing song.
And music directors do copy these.
Consciously or subconsciously.
Not us.
And Aalaap is doing exactly the same, Your Honor.
So, it cannot be called
an infringement of any copyright.
That tune…
Let's go.
Ms. Quaze!
Listen to my songs sometimes too, young man.
Sir, I'm a fan.
Thank you.
What are your dinner plans?
I…
So no plans, right?
Okay, so here's what I'm thinking.
Why don't you let me take you out?
Show you a real feel of Mumbai.
Is that a yes?
Tell me?
Let's go.
-Alright, guys, cheers! -Cheers!
Gosh, Shubs, it's been ages since you joined us.
I know!
You can't be that busy, Shubs! Come on!
I heard she's busy romancing the boss.
Shut the fuck up, guys.
And that he's damn hot!
That he is.
Okay, tell us everything!
-Aalaap is actually quite an interesting-- -Kashaf, can we not talk shop?
Okay, so what do you want to talk about?
Us.
Us?
There is no us, Deepak.
Lawyers are always divided between "us" and "them,"
and recently, we've been butting heads a lot.
Okay, then tell me about them.
Them?
-Anwar Salim, Jayanto-Prashanto… -No.
Tell me about all the other "them" since there is no us.
What is this?
Interrogation?
Flirtation.
The lawyer's handbook rule no. 36,
"If the opposing lawyer is trying to flirt with you,
then be careful."
There are no free lunches.
Or free dinners for that matter.
-Damn, I should leave. -No, no, stay.
There's nothing to tell!
He's hot, yes… but he's really good too.
I'm learning so much.
You have something to learn?
Any new positions that you didn't know already?
What an ass!
You tell me.
Tell you what?
Let's begin with Shubhangi.
Okay, this matter is adjourned.
-Let's go back to the dance floor, please! -Let's go, let's go!
Hey.
I am sorry, okay?
But don't be like this, please.
It's a matter of just two days.
It's not about two days, Sunanda.
It's about your entire life.
Besides…
it's not about them.
It's about you.
You don't want them to know who you really are!
You're saying this?
You?
Your parents know the truth.
They took it really well, didn't they?
Come on!
Your Honor, according to the Copyright Act of 1957, Section 13,
the definition of original…
"What is required is the expenditure of original skill or labor in execution."
And no original skill has been used to create this song.
Your Honor, wasn't "original" skill or labor used in making this algorithm?
It samples faster than any algorithm in the world,
mathematically analyses popular songs.
This algorithm has made fantastic use of science.
Every song created by it will be a hit.
I will go so far as to say…
that this is the future of the music industry.
Your Honor, the case isn't about the algorithm's originality.
It's about the originality of the disputed song.
Your Honor, with the Honorable Court's permission,
I want to do a small experiment.
Yes, go ahead.
You are very clever.
May I know Your Honor's opinion?
Does this boy look like any of them?
No.
Not at all.
Can I know my learned friend's opinion?
Your Honor, the opposing counsel is wasting the court's time.
Madam, answer.
No, he doesn't but--
Your Honor, Aalaap is doing the same thing.
It takes small samples of existing songs,
not more than three or four seconds.
And the new song sounds nothing like the original.
Your Honor, this doesn't make theft legitimate.
It's still theft.
My client's song cannot be called a copy, Your Honor,
because it has its own identity.
And it doesn't sound like any other song.
This song is absolutely unique, Your Honor.
Your Honor, in the Ram Sampat versus Roshan Brothers case of 2008…
the Honorable Bombay High Court held
that even though the film Krazy 4's song
was a mere six seconds of the melody originally created by Mr. Sampat,
it still amounts to infringement.
Your Honor, as the Honorable Delhi High Court said
in the YRF versus India TV case of 2012…
"If every form of usage or even small bits is infringement,
then creativity would be stultified."
Don't worry, Mr. Pratap, it's gone well.
I think the judge is on our side.
-What do you think, Abhijeet? -Absolutely, sir.
I'm sure he'll decide in our favor.
But when will he decide?
If only judgments came on Fridays like movies,
it would be great.
But the fucking film's on release, Deepak.
Try to understand.
If the judgment isn't in our favor,
then I'll have to postpone the release.
The publicity is already on, Deepak. I'll fucking lose millions.
I know these people well.
I know what they want.
I really don't get why people hire lawyers
if they are finally just going to settle out of court.
Well, 95% of cases in the US are settled out of court, Kashaf.
If the same happened here, many pending cases would get cleared.
Yeah, but frankly, that makes me feel like a broker,
and not a lawyer.
So? Broker is good.
They make a lot of money.
Even charge two months' brokerage.
Yeah.
What?
Mr. Manohar, we must file this tomorrow at any cost.
What's so urgent?
This.
Old clippings of the Bhalla Murder Case.
The case was decided in Bhalla's favor in the High Court, right?
Right.
But the prosecution appealed in the Supreme Court three years later.
So?
So…
"The new government has filed appeals in several cases
that were allegedly decided by benches sympathetic
to the previous government in the High Court."
And the Bhalla Murder Case is on this list as well.
Okay, wait.
So you are saying that Deepak fixed the judge in the High Court to win the case?
Possibly.
But more than that…
What is the previous government's connection with this case?
I won't give my song to Samar Pratap…
even if he offers me ten million.
Who does he think he is?
I've been in the film industry for 35 years!
I've made more than 300 songs!
All hits!
I didn't get this small little paunch drinking beer.
I've sat and composed songs day and night.
And that fucking--
Ms. Kashaf…
this chit of a boy steals my song!
Anwar sir, his film is on the verge of release.
He'll settle at our price right now.
The oil is hot.
So shall I fry fritters in it?
Relax. Relax, Mr. Anwar.
This is how the industry functions.
Copyright cases come and go.
In the end, there's always a settlement.
A settlement with him? That motherf--
Sorry.
No settlement! Not even for 20 million!
I completely agree with you, Mr. Anwar.
I grew up listening to your songs.
"Baahon mein" is one of my all-time favorite songs.
See, we have a strong case.
And I'm quite certain that the judge will decide in our favor.
But the thing is if we settle,
it will send out the wrong message to the entire industry and your fans.
-Correct! -Sir, I really think
that we should wait for the judgment.
We shouldn't settle.
I also think we shouldn't settle.
That Samar Pratap Singh is a big director.
-He can give you work as well. -Yes.
With all due respect, sir, I have enough work of my own.
Now I won't settle even if he offers me 50 million.
Who played that asshole's song?
Stop it, you…
Stop it!
I must say…
that Aalaap has made good use of science.
This court believes that…
if there's anything pure in this world,
after God,
then it's music.
And hence,
those who create original music…
i.e., composers, hold a very esteemed position.
Although, the disputed song sounds unique…
it can't be called original.
Yes!
You know what hurts the most?
This.
"This court believes…
that Aalaap plagiarizes…
tunes of other songs."
Plagiarism!
I mean, what the hell, man!
Plagiarism, really?
It's my bloody sweat and blood, dude!
It's just--
Joel, my friend, wins and losses are part of this game.
Don't take it to heart.
-Look, I just don't know what to do. -You know what?
You can take it much further.
Use your formulae.
Modify the algorithm to create every note on its own.
I know you can do it.
-Cheers! -Cheers to original music!
Cheers.
This is a win for the entire music industry, Ms. Kashaf.
Of course.
He'll have to take the song out of his film.
And that's not all…
he'll have to pay us 40 million as a penalty.
Cheers to that. I really love this judge.
He knows his shit.
-Yeah-- -Hey, DJ, play Kashaf's favorite song.
"Baahon mein."
Ms. Kashaf…
thank you very much.
Thank you.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
I love the sound of waves.
There is no copyright on them, madam.
I think you're really sad about losing this case.
Of course, I am.
Want to know a secret?
Yeah.
I love secrets. Tell.
I actually liked the song Joel Pinto created.
What?
You fraud!
Let's settle.
You?
I'll take you out to dinner today, what say?
Fine, but I'll decide the place because you're very boring.
-Boring? -Yes.
Now that I will dispute, Your Honor.
Opposing counsel is bullshitting, as always.
Well, prove it, counsel.
Oh, I will.
Thank you so much.
What?
Are you mad? There's no chance.
So, who's boring then?
Come on.
I see!
Let's do it!
No.