What is this, Mr. Chopra?
What is this?
Is this a joke?
-Is this how contracts are made? -Sorry, sir.
You'll shut the company down!
Get out!
It's an army of chipmunks, seriously!
Out!
Idiot.
Come, Deepak.
How are you, sir?
Drink?
No, thank you.
Have something.
I'm good, sir. Thank you.
Deepak, who's this Ria Singh?
Ria Singh who?
That's what I'm asking you.
The Ria Singh I know is a news reporter.
Why?
Did she run out of filmy stories…
that she's gotten interested in my history?
I didn't get you, Uncle.
Why is this girl inquiring about me in Kandbadi?
About you?
And I've heard that she's…
Shubhrat Khanna's girlfriend.
What's going on, Deepak?
What's going on?
Your own people are investigating me--
I'll find out, sir. Please don't worry--
Let me be very clear!
If anything goes wrong in this case…
I'll withdraw all our cases from KKA.
-Understood? -Yes, sir.
Ram Singh.
Ram Singh!
I am fine, Ma.
But why did you leave without telling anyone, dear?
I just needed a break, Ma.
And we're all worried sick about you.
That doesn't matter?
I did leave a text on your phone.
Yes, but I was trying to call you, and--
I told you there's no signal out here.
And it's gonna be like this for the next two days as I climb.
Shubhangi… did something happen?
Ma, please.
You know me, I just like taking off sometimes.
Now please stop asking me over and over, it makes me claustrophobic.
-Please. -Okay, okay.
But promise me that you'll take care of yourself.
I will, Ma.
Promise me.
I promise. Can I go now, please?
I love you, dear.
Love you too, Ma.
Bye.
Sir…
I need a guide to go to Mukta Top.
Brother-in-law!
What are you doing here all of a sudden?
Tell me?
Come in.
Kashaf, have some Karachi halvah.
Aunt Naseem has specially sent it for you from Old Delhi.
-Have some. -I don't want it.
I've been wanting to ask you…
you don't seem to be well since you've returned from Mumbai.
Is everything alright?
I'm fine, Mom.
Dear…
I am your mother.
You can share anything with me.
Why?
What do you mean?
What's the point?
Kashaf…
I did share something once.
Did you do anything about it?
Can't you forget that, dear?
You know what, Mom?
I did try to forget it.
In fact, I've been trying all these years.
But some things can't be forgotten.
They stay.
They fester and they stink.
The truth is you never had the courage
to raise your voice for me, Mom.
You broke my trust.
I am sorry.
I am really sorry.
Brother-in-law…
Thank you.
Sister told me that you're upset.
Kochar was hinting at something…
but he never spoke clearly.
Who found his body?
Some agents.
Any chance it was a suicide?
No, Deepak.
Never.
I knew he was onto something big.
Something within the unit.
Before he could bring it out…
they killed him! Fuckers!
Mr. L. N. Khanna and the Deepwater Security Chief, Dave, go way back.
So?
You won't fight this case?
We'll have to find a better way.
We'll have to leave early morning if you want to reach the city before sunset.
The trek today was excellent.
Thank you so much, Kishan.
You're most welcome, sister.
By the way, you're a fast walker.
Gosh!
You're very strong, sister.
I used to be, but not anymore.
That's not true, sister.
It's true.
I'm weak, mushy, and stupid.
Kishan, have you ever been in love?
Yes, sister. I've been in big-time love.
I see.
I never have.
Actually, I don't know.
How does it feel to be in love?
Well…
imagine being enveloped by fog.
And rain.
The warmth you feel when the sun suddenly comes up…
that's love.
Are you a fan of Shah Rukh?
Oh, come on. It's nothing like that.
But Kishan,
does love also make you jealous?
Yes, sister. It sure does.
But jealousy is not a good feeling, right?
I mean…
it's kind of sticky.
As if you're stuck to something.
You know…
I like to be free.
Not to be tied to someone.
Do you see those birds, sister?
Do you know why they fly in a V shape?
Because it makes flying easier.
Easier to fight the wind.
Love is…
flying together.
Thank you.
Two cappuccinos.
-Ma'am, tea or coffee? -In a bit, thank you.
So, you need my help.
Yeah.
Hard as I find that to believe.
You always see a villain in me…
whereas, I'm the underdog.
Sir…
Cut the crap, Deepak. Get to the point.
There's a case I want you to take up.
Why aren't you taking it up?
Can you listen to me without being suspicious?
I'll try.
Thank you.
So…
But the police will never get into this case.
They will call it a suicide and not investigate.
Correct.
Unless, we're representing that private security agent PSA Kochar's next of kin.
Like his wife.
Finish your milk, dear.
Thank you.
Does she want to register an FIR?
It hasn't even been a week since Kochar's death,
so she's going through a lot.
But we can't delay the case, Kashaf.
You know, Deepwater, this private security company…
will get enough time to bury all the evidence.
Tripta…
we can understand what you're going through.
I mean it can't be easy, but…
don't you want to know the truth?
I know the truth.
My husband was not a coward.
He could've never committed suicide.
So he was murdered, Tripta.
We all know that he was after something.
We just want to know what it was. That's it.
Look, I don't trust any system.
Not the company, neither the police nor the courts.
No one's going to do anything.
And Mrs. Kochar is ready?
She will need some convincing.
And who will convince her?
But it's our job to try, Tripta.
He was trying even though…
he knew his life was in danger.
And he paid with his life.
Then we can't let his sacrifice go in vain.
Please.
Asharika, come here, child.
It's a beautiful name.
Asharika. What does it mean?
Asharika means…
hope.
It means hope.
Mr. Kochar named her.
Deepak, what if we get a senior on Dad's case?
I'll whack you.
But why not?
Don't you have faith in me?
Don't say that.
I have complete faith in you.
Then?
Dad is quite stressed out.
He was talking about hiring a senior.
Someone with weightage, so even the judge will have to listen.
-It will lighten your load too. -Can you shut up now?
I don't understand why Uncle's so stressed.
When there was no rivalry between Chintan's dad and him,
then he had no motivation to kill him.
He's innocent, isn't he?
Of course.
The case is totally secure.
Then why is Ria Singh out to screw him?
Ria Singh is out to screw me.
Lovely!
Do you think you're the most sought-after man on earth?
Every girl's out to get you?
Slow enough?
You bet.
Listen.
How's the constable connected to the Bhalla Murder Case?
I don't know, maybe he was onto something.
Like what?
What if he knew about the murder?
-Maybe, but… -Yeah.
why would Bhalla kill a 15-year-old?
Doesn't make sense.
It's a news article, not a novel.
Show some respect for time. The deadline is four o'clock.
-Yes, sir. -Hurry up.
-Pardon me. -It's okay.
-Ria Singh? -Yes.
-Right Now's anchor? -Yeah.
What's the spelling of this "yeah"?
Y-a or something else?
I think it's y-e-a-h. Yeah.
Yeah.
You guys speak a different language.
Anyway…
I'll come to you when I need a lesson in new age English.
Tell me.
Actually, sir…
I know back in the day,
you were following the Himachal politics pretty closely.
Back in the day?
I still am.
In fact, I follow the whole country's politics closely.
It's a different matter that they have "unfollowed" me.
Earlier, I was called a rebel for asking questions.
And now…
a traitor.
Please.
Thank you.
So, what do you want to know about Himachal?
Was there a connection between Tejinder Bhalla…
and the Rashtriya Janadesh Party?
Or still is?
Before Rashtriya Janadesh Party got a stronghold over the country,
they were trying to find their feet in Himachal.
And Tejinder Bhalla had helped them in this task.
How?
Mr. Bhalla's business has been liquor.
And Rashtriya Janadesh Party's agenda was to ban it.
Friends…
you all know that the Rashtriya Janadesh Party,
stays firm on its promise.
Today, we've come here with a new slogan,
a new message.
"The future will be bright…
in liquor-free Himachal!"
So when the party won its first election in Himachal,
their main agenda was a liquor ban.
So?
So liquor shops shut their front shutters…
and opened their back doors.
So, you mean Tejinder Bhalla started supplying illicit liquor?
In your language, yeah.
Illegal liquor.
With prices twice, thrice, or even four times the rate.
Here you go, sir.
And Bhalla was the only player left in this area.
So…
Mr. Bhalla's business grew exponentially and the party agenda too.
Everything was great.
What's the score?
We will win.
Grandpa…
I've never met anyone more optimistic than you.
How was your adventurous trip?
Great.
Looking at your adventurous spirit,
I'm thinking of giving you an adventurous mission.
I'm game! Tell me!
Mr. Vikram Dave is a friend.
And also, the head of Deepwater Private Security.
He wants us to handle a case.
One of his PSAs committed suicide in Chambal.
It's a clear-cut suicide,
but his widow is alleging foul play.
And wants a special investigation.
It's a very sensitive case…
for the company and the area.
I want you to assist me with this.
Copy that, sir.
Over and out.
Hey!
Oh, hi, Deepak.
Did you have a case in Your Honor's court?
No, I've actually been given judge duty.
Oh, really?
What's the case?
Some Deepwater case in MP Trial Court.
Do you have a bulletproof jacket?
You do? Then you're fine.
-And by the way, -Yes?
your co-partner's drink treat is still due.
When is that happening?
Yeah, for sure.
I just need some time.
I'm drinking by myself for a bit.
Okay.
I'll wait.
-No worries. -Yeah.
DISTRICT AND SESSIONS COURT (M.P.)
Your Honor…
this case has been investigated.
The evidence clearly indicates…
that it's a straightforward case of suicide.
It's been proven that…
number one, the pistol used
was registered in PSA Kochar's name.
Number two, Mr. Kochar's fingerprints were on the trigger.
Number three, the post-mortem report clearly suggests
that the death was caused by a brain hemorrhage
which was the result of a bullet in the temple.
Your Honor, there's no room for doubt…
that Mr. Kochar committed suicide.
When the police have already done their investigation,
why ask for a special investigation?
Your Honor, a person needs a motive to commit suicide.
My learned friend may not have spent a day under the kind of pressure
that every single PSA of Deepwater does every day.
Those sitting in their air-conditioned rooms
and claiming to bring about a revolution won't understand.
It's easy for counsel to hide behind excuses,
but this is not a case of suicide.
And how can you be so sure?
Her gut feeling, sir.
Your Honor, PSA Kochar's wife, who has lost her husband,
isn't willing to accept that…
he could have committed suicide.
PSA Kochar was not a coward.
He was a very brave man.
But he just couldn't take the extreme violence in this area.
Your Honor, I'd like to call PSA Sabharwal to the witness stand.
Mr. Kochar used to report to him.
PSA Kochar was a brave and good agent.
But he was over-sensitive.
Actually, when we face dacoits day and night,
we have to make ourselves tough from the inside.
Kochar spoke very little.
And he completely shut down in the last one month.
Normally, we used to eat together…
but lately, he just wasn't himself.
Often, he wouldn't even come to the mess.
And he wasn't looking normal.
I asked sir several times what the problem is,
but he never said anything.
For the past month, it seemed as if…
it was his ghost dressed like him.
Your Honor…
I would like to call Mr. Kochar's wife,
Mrs. Tripta Kochar, to the stand.
Madam, did you notice anything strange lately…
in Mr. Kochar's attitude?
Yes,
-Yes. -but--
Was he talking to you the way he used to?
-No. -No.
But recently, he was--
Did he take interest in household matters?
-No. -No.
But--
Did he speak with his six-year-old daughter over the phone?
Yes.
When was the last time they spoke?
A month ago.
Was that normal?
-No. -Normally, how many times did they speak?
Once a week.
Thank you.
Your Honor,
it's an open-and-shut case of a depressed man.
It's sad, yes, but not unusual.
I think we shouldn't waste the court's…
and PSA's time.
The PSAs have the more important job…
of keeping this area secure from dacoits.
Thank you.
This old man is so sharp.
He cornered us…
Well, we didn't have anything.
Yeah, but that doesn't make sense.
-Hi. -Hi.
I am really sorry.
Grandpa's style is a bit aggressive.
He's a legend.
There's always something to learn from him.
Are you not on Deepak's team anymore?
No, I started working independently.
The driverless car case was you, right?
Yeah. Did Deepak tell you?
I read about it.
Shall we go?
-Bye. -See you.
Bye.
We have to establish that Deepwater is hiding something.
That the police inquiry just wasn't right.
Fudging the post-mortem report is a cinch for them.
But how do we prove that?
That's the problem.
We don't have any leads.
He must have given some kind of hint or said what he's up to.
He never shared anything about his work with me.
L. N. Khanna is on top of his game.
All the wartime moves… he's going to use them.
Tripta, we really need something.
Any leads?
I opened all his letters yesterday.
But I didn't find anything.
In fact, in the last couple of months, his letters had become really brief.
Can I see them?
PSA Kochar was a lefty?
Yes.
Why?
Your Honor, PSA Kochar was left-handed…
and the bullet wound…
is on his right temple.
His right hand's fingerprints are on the pistol.
For a PSA, shooting himself from point-blank range…
is not a difficult job.
He could even use his legs to pull the trigger if required.
The question is not whether it's easy or difficult, Your Honor.
The question is of instinct.
A left-handed person will fire a gun with his left hand…
whether he's aiming at 100-feet away or point-blank range.
Your Lordship,
I want to ask my learned friend…
what her theory really is.
If PSA Kochar didn't kill himself,
then who barged inside a protected camp
in the middle of the night and killed him? And why?
That's difficult to say, Your Honor,
but there must be something major
about which PSA Kochar was collecting information.
Your Lordship, I'm sorry to say,
but these are unfortunate times we're living in.
There are some intellectuals
who find a conspiracy theory behind everything…
and start weakening our resolve.
I repeat,
this event is very unfortunate.
But we shouldn't waste any more time of this court on it.
I rest my case.
Judgment reserved.
He's quite strong though.
There has to be something there.
What's in it?
Who was it?
"The man who gave you the note will bring you to me at 5:30 p.m. today.
PSA Shah."
Who is he?
Fifty-four years ago,
I came here with Rukmini.
She liked historical places.
Grandpa…
isn't it possible that PSA Kochar
had become inconvenient for Deepwater in some way?
Are you reading spy-thrillers nowadays?
No, newspapers.
I mean, isn't it possible that Deepwater does things
which are a little grey?
It depends on whose point of view you're seeing it from.
We have to see it only from Dave's point of view.
He's our client.
But he has a vested interest.
He has evidence.
Evidence that is coming from behind the closed doors of a company.
Grandpa, even you know how well connected Uncle Dave is.
Fixing a small police investigation is nothing for him.
The court delivers judgments…
based on evidence and facts.
There's nothing bigger than that for us.
Not even the truth?
We are lawyers, not investigators.
It's not our job to find the truth.
The client is our only truth.
Look. This is where she fell, but I had caught her.
Oh, Grandpa.
It's great that you raised the left-hand point in court.
It hadn't struck me either.
Honestly, I already had a doubt.
But now, I'm sure that…
he's actually been murdered.
And that too from within the company.
How can you be so sure?
He never fired any weapon with his right hand.
Do you know what PSA Kochar was gathering information about?
Unfortunately, no.
Time?
What for?
Your Honor, PSA Kochar was gathering important information about something.
About what?
For the last two months, he would often disappear for entire nights.
Once when I saw him in the morning,
his clothes were covered in mud.
Like, he had been digging or something.
I even asked him, but…
he didn't tell me anything.
I don't know yet, Your Honor.
What is it related to?
Your Honor, we request you for some more time.
Your Honor, my young friend is on a fishing expedition.
She's thrown a hook in and is waiting on the shore
in the hope that a fish will bite.
Whereas, there is not even a tiny bit of bait on her hook.
What mission was Mr. Kochar on?
Who put this thought in her head?
Whoever he is, why doesn't he come forward?
PSA Shah, you must testify in court.
-Yes, please. -Please.
I'm not as brave as him, ma'am.
I'm sorry, don't…
drag me into all this.
What was the mission about?
She has no clue.
Then how can we believe that there's any reason
to doubt PSA Kochar's simple suicide?
I request Your Lordship to deliver the judgment today
as decided.
Please.
Arguments heard.
The police have investigated the matter
and found that it was a case of suicide.
This court does not find any reason to investigate the matter further.
Dismissed.
Mom. Mom.
-Coming, dear. -Mom.
-It's okay. -Mom.
It's okay. It's okay.
DNA tests!
Odd. Very odd.
I checked with the lab, and there are no matching records.
PSA Kochar was trying to do everything very confidentially.
He must have given extra money to the lab…
to destroy their side of the records, but…
Who are these people?
Ramchander Yadav.
Vijay Shukl.
Shyamlal Begana.
Bhaiyu Munshi. Sayyed Mohammad.
Why?
Why was PSA Kochar doing these tests?
I don't know.
We'll have to find the missing pieces, guys.
But how?
By finding these people.
But there are no addresses on it.
We don't even know which region they belong to.
From the names, they sound like they might be from Bihar.
He has a point.
I couldn't get their exact addresses,
but they all live within a 30-kilometer radius of Begusarai district.
But how did you find them?
Are they on Facebook?
Please, these are the five names. Look.
Bhaiyu Munshi. Write it down.
The next one is Sayyed Mohammad.
I had promised my father…
I'm looking for them.
Yes, they are all my friends.
They are not even on Google, Deepak.
By God's grace and by your grace…
I found them.
Deepak can find out.
You go with him.
Why me? Why not you?
The case is complicated as it is.
Do you know where Shyamlal Begana lives?
That way.
I think I stepped on some shit.
He lives in Khaira.
-Khaira? -Ramlal lives in Khaira.
They're looking for Shyamlal.
I don't know him.
Need some water.
Bhaiyu Munshi.
He went to Mumbai six years ago to earn a living.
Mr. Vijay Shukl!
Yes?
I am Vijay Shukl.
-Dave? -What's going on, LN?
Who are these girls?
They have the cheek to file a writ petition in the Supreme Court…
asking for a bureau investigation into company matters?
How?
How did you let this happen, LN?
Just relax.
Sit down.
I know you don't take orders but consider this one.
Please sit down.
This matter should've stayed in the MP District Court.
Supreme Court!
How will we handle all this publicity?
Don't worry.
They don't have any basis.
This petition will meet the same fate as in Morena.
Leave it to me.
The mystery of PSA Kochar's death thickens.
Will the Supreme Court order an investigation in this case?
Everyone has their eyes on this case.
Your Honor, I know that evidence needs to be
submitted to this court in the form of a written affidavit.
But the roots of this case go right down to hell.
And its repercussions to the deepest ravines in Chambal.
This case is so important that I want the Honorable Court
to hear directly from Mr. Vijay Shukl.
Allowed. Let Mr. Shukl speak.
-Your Honor-- -Let him speak, counsel.
Then we'll make a decision about whether to allow the petition.
Mr. Vijay Shukl…
can you tell the court about what happened with your brother, Ajay Shukl?
Your Honor, about a year ago…
my brother, Ajay Shukl, saw an ad in the local newspaper
that a company needed workers.
And the work was to happen in Chambal.
So, he applied immediately and even got the job.
But around a month later…
he stopped calling us.
I tried calling him when my sister-in-law told me,
but his phone was switched off.
Sister-in-law was worried sick.
I had no option.
So, I went looking for him in Chambal…
but couldn't find him.
I was told that…
four other men from our area had taken up the work along with him.
So, I went to meet their families.
That's when I found out that all four of them had gone missing at the same time.
Mr. Vijay Shukl, did the company's ad have any special requirements?
Yes.
They wanted bearded workers.
Bearded?
Yes.
My brother, Ajay Shukl, had a beard…
as did those four other workers.
I couldn't find anything.
What could I have done? I gave up and stopped looking.
Then Kochar sir called about two months ago.
He called the families of the other four workers too.
He sent tickets for us and called us to Delhi.
Then he took us to a hospital…
for a blood test.
Later, we came back home.
He said that he'll tell us what to do next.
But he never called again.
Thank you, Mr. Vijay Shukl.
Your Honor,
the documents that I'm going to show the court now…
they will shock you.
The tests conducted by PSA Kochar were DNA tests
of the blood relatives of the laborers.
And here are the DNA reports.
He matched the laborers' blood relatives' reports
with the DNA of five buried bodies.
These bodies were buried in the company burial ground.
And these bodies belonged to alleged dacoits
who were killed in "so-called" encounters.
PSA Kochar dug out the remains of these bodies
and conducted DNA tests.
And it matched to the families of the men
who had been hired as bearded laborers!
Objection, Your Honor!
Even if we believe that what my learned friend is saying
has any truth in it…
it cannot be admitted as evidence in this court!
It's wholly and totally illegal!
Exhuming buried bodies without permission,
under IPC Section 192.
Fabricating false evidence, 193.
Punishment for false evidence, 201.
Causing disappearance of evidence, 120B.
Criminal conspiracy, 295A.
Deliberate and malicious acts
intended to outrage the religious feeling.
And 297,
trespassing on burial places…
is a very serious offense.
Maybe.
But the person who committed this serious offense is dead.
Your Honor, even if this evidence is inadmissible in court,
this case raises some very significant concerns
which the Honorable Court cannot ignore.
Let the bureau investigate.
Let the bodies be exhumed legally and then the matter be finally decided!
You cannot order an investigation…
based on this evidence.
Your Honor, this matter is being covered up.
Some corrupt PSAs killed some innocent Indian citizens
alleging they were dacoits and buried them.
What for?
For some medals and rewards which these units receive when they kill dacoits.
And in this case, 500,000 rupees for each body, Your Honor.
PSA Kochar was killed before he could expose this.
Your Honor,
the police investigated the PSA's case…
and found out that the PSA had committed suicide.
Even the sessions court agreed on this…
and passed their judgment.
You cannot approach this forum
to appeal that decision.
This writ-petition is not about the unfortunate demise of PSA Kochar.
We want an investigation into those five Bihari laborers' lives.
And no court of inquiry can pass judgment on this.
I mean, they can't just disappear!
Let Deepwater tell us who posted that ad
looking for only bearded workers and why.
Let Deepwater tell us where those five Bihari workers are now.
My Lord, the facts are…
a mentally disturbed PSA committed suicide.
The company hired some workers from Bihar…
who don't work for them anymore.
It's not the company's responsibility
to keep a tab on their entire life.
Like, where they are now.
Anything beyond these facts…
is inadmissible…
and cannot be considered by this court in reaching a conclusion.
Your Honor, this case is of great importance and--
I am sorry, counsel,
but the evidence you're talking about is inadmissible.
Because it was procured illegally.
This court will not admit this writ-petition.
Dismissed.
Are you here for a case?
Yes.
Even I'm a lawyer. Can I help you?
No, sir. Our case is done.
I see.
Did it go well?
No.
First, I lost my brother.
Now, no one will even investigate his death.
Who was fighting your case?
Kashaf madam.
I see.
You brought the case to her?
No.
Deepak sir and Vandana madam had come to my village.
Deepak sir had come to your village?
Yes. He tried to help me a lot.
But…