(car speeding by)
(suspenseful music)
(car engine revs)
(tyres skidding)
(car thudding)
(theme music)
(playful music)
(playful music continues)
(water splashes)
(intriguing music)
(crowd bustling)
- (pedestrian 1) Can you walk to the side? - (pedestrian 2) Is it raining?
(pedestrian 3) Move your umbrella!
(suspenseful music)
Uh... excuse me?
My son came here last week to collect a parcel,
and he forgot his bag.
It's a red bag
with a water bottle and some apples.
(bank teller) Go fetch it.
Sir, we ate the apples. Otherwise, they might have gone bad.
It's fine.
(bank teller) Here, check it once.
(female customer) Sir.
(bank teller) How many times do I need to tell you?
Without the booking receipt, we cannot find your lost parcel.
Bring me the receipt, and we will find your parcel.
But it says online that the transaction number is enough.
(bank teller) It's impossible without the receipt, madam.
Oh, my God! He is trying to kidnap my child!
- Help! Help! - No, no!
- I didn't do anything. - What were you doing?
He has a handkerchief. Somebody call the police!
(playful music fades out)
(female customer) Why won't you take any action?
Throw him in jail right now!
Sir, is that what happened?
Why are you asking him? Why don't you ask them?
You may leave. We will handle this.
What are you doing? These guys are the witnesses!
Forget it. You can't handle this. Bring me your senior!
- Where is he? Where is your senior? - Madam! One minute, sir.
(constable) Madam! Madam, he is a senior!
He was a senior officer, madam!
(sombre music)
(explosion)
Armaan, I am so sorry I am late.
What happened, and who was that woman?
Are you okay?
- Are you okay? - Yes.
I am okay. I was just...
What's wrong?
I was thinking about Sushmita.
This man's wife is missing.
(sombre music continues)
We should help him.
Uh... Ashwin Talreja?
- Hi. Sharanya. - Hello.
Uh... I am Armaan Mistry.
- We spoke on call. - Yes...
If I am not wrong, I have seen you on the news.
On the Ramakant Raut case, you--
Correct.
Uh... what you are going through right now...
(sombre music)
I... I know what you're going through.
I will give this case all of my attention.
I promise you that.
Thank you so much.
By the way, what do you do?
I teach Accounts in Sethi College.
And what does your wife do?
Komal is a partner in her father's real estate business.
Her family members are worried, too. I don't know what I will...
Don't worry. We will find her quickly.
Um... Is it okay if we ask you a few more questions?
Yeah, please.
Take a seat.
Just five more minutes.
(quirky music)
Sharanya, can I please get an eraser?
If you erase that, Shravu will never talk to you again.
You want to clean that wall every time you come over.
(video playing on phone)
(woman talking on video)
Have you seen this?
(on video) Those who are sensitive...
(Sharanya) Doesn't Ashwin's wife have the same car?
(Armaan) Maybe. I don't know.
But who is that?
Dolly Futurewala.
- You don't know her? - No.
Okay, she is a very famous psychic.
When I woke up, I was standing here. I don't know how. Be warned...
When was this video shot?
Right now. It's live.
Okay, as you can see...
This lady has had a terrible accident.
And she is...
She is... she is dead!
(music swells)
I have also called the police,
but I am standing in this ravine alone.
- (cameras clicking) - (reporters clamouring)
Stay there. Move back. Move back.
(tense music)
(Dolly) I walked here, and I found a body.
You done?
Sorry.
Did you record her statement?
I couldn't do it, madam. Tukaram is getting her statement.
My hair stood on end. She really doesn't know how she got here.
And you believe her?
I mean... she said it.
Why would I lie to you, dear?
Believe me.
Look, those who don't believe in the truth can never know anything.
Goosedumps. Again.
"Bumps."
(Sehmat) Did you know that lady?
Before or after she died?
I didn't know her.
But... I felt her.
Last night, her soul
connected to my body and brought me here.
(reporter) Dolly ma'am! Dolly ma'am! One byte.
Excuse me. They have been calling me for some time now.
(Sehmat) What the...
(intriguing music)
(Sehmat) Who called those two here?
Madam, they were already in on this investigation.
They are connected to the lady's husband.
- What? - Yes, what can we do?
What do you think? What happened?
She had a history of speeding.
In the last few months, she also got many speeding tickets.
So, obviously, she must have been driving at 80-90.
And in the darkness and the fog,
she must have missed her turn and ended up here.
Yeah, but...
I also noticed skid marks up there.
(tyres skidding)
So, if she missed her turn,
then why were there skid marks?
Regardless, Armaan, it's just an accident!
- Yes, but-- - Thank you. We will handle the rest.
The department doesn't need your services on this case.
And even if we did, we can't afford you right now.
No, no... listen. I won't charge my fees for this case.
So, don't stress about that.
(exclaims)
You are not stressed, but what about my stress?
Dolly's stupid video has turned a simple accident into a circus.
I need to wrap it up.
(pensive music)
Do all of you believe in spiritual communication?
(Bunty) Yeah.
Komal's body might have entered a deep sleep,
but her soul is still awake.
Komal's soul is what brought my body here.
- To find her. - Impressive.
She took over my body
and wrote down these directions. Look.
Wow!
This is not my handwriting.
Gosh, madam!
This was written by Komal.
- Take a look. - She didn't tell us about the paper.
Bunty, stop this interview.
- That's enough already. - Hey!
Hey, that's enough. Madam won't be saying anything else.
It's over. Madam, sorry. Request.
(intriguing music continues)
(foreboding music)
(music intensifies)
(explosion)
(foreboding music continues)
(engine starts)
You don't believe in psychics, do you?
Absolutely not.
These psychics and god-men make a thousand predictions.
If one or two come true, people start believing in them.
What nonsense is that?
I only believe in what I can see.
- Coming back to Dolly... - Hmm?
The way that Dolly was giving her interview to the reporters...
She was enjoying that process a little too much.
Which... she is a fraud.
- Armaan. - No, no, no.
I am sure I have seen her somewhere.
I just can't remember where.
Coming back to this... um...
So, the skid marks are here.
We can see that the car went out of control here and went down there.
But, um...
(suspenseful music)
See...
It starts here.
What is this smell?
Can you smell diesel?
That's diesel, right?
(message notification chimes)
Sorry, it must be Shravu. Can you please check?
- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.
Why is Dolly Futurewala messaging you?
Oh, that must be to confirm the appointment.
You booked an appointment with her?
What can she tell you about yourself
that you couldn't figure out by yourself?
I am meeting her to figure that out.
Armaan, you have to try different experiences in life.
I will never understand you people.
- (message notification chimes) - Look, she just messaged you again.
She wants an advance.
Look at her display pic, man. She looks like a thief.
(giggles)
You are a cop. You think everyone is a thief.
You know what? I think I have got it.
What?
(playful music)
You continue, please.
What is going on here?
Please, please.
Don't pay me my fees.
Just allow me this. Please.
(Armaan) In 2007, we conducted a raid
and Dolly was there.
Got it, sir.
I found the pictures of the police raid.
(Armaan) Scroll.
Scroll, scroll.
One second, one second.
See.
This is her. It's Dolly.
Her?
She doesn't even look like Dolly. Even her face cut is different.
She has probably done a procedure or something.
But okay... look at her name.
Donella Noronha.
(Armaan) From Donella to Dolly.
She is a conwoman.
One second.
Doesn't anyone think there is something weird about this?
Armaan, Armaan, please relax.
Just listen to me.
When Komal died the day before yesterday,
three hours away from the accident site
Dolly was sitting in her own home, cleaning another woman's aura.
- Yes. - Whatever that means.
And that woman has confirmed this.
- So how? - Agreed, agreed.
But, this morning, how did she end up at the exact location
three hours from her house?
"Her soul led me"? Seriously?
Is the soul a GPS?
All I am trying to say is that,
yes, she has an alibi, but there is still no proof of her innocence.
Yes, but there is no proof of her being guilty either.
When is your appointment with her?
You?
Aura cleansing.
Next week.
- Make it tomorrow, please. - Okay.
Please. You have to get it done. Offer her more money, do whatever.
Just get it done.
- What money? - Please.
Okay...
Look, Sharanya,
I am not an all-knowing person, you know?
I am an all...
feeling person.
You know, like a vibe?
I can feel things.
You are very...
positive...
You are very brave.
You can tell all that just by feeling my skull?
Yes, dear.
It's called phrenology.
We all have a roadmap on our scalps.
A spiritual roadmap.
I can sense...
I can sense someone special in your life.
Tell me. Who is the young man in your life?
Oh. (chuckles)
My son, Shravan.
No, not that young.
My boss?
Dear,
I asked you who is the young man in your life.
- (Dolly clears throat) - Okay.
(cat meows)
(Dolly) I feel something else.
- Like someone new. - Okay.
A well-built hunky-hunk
is about to enter your life and make it hunky-dory.
(laughs)
(objects clatter)
Okay.
Hello?
What are you doing in here?
Weren't you going to get some water?
I actually wanted... the bathroom.
This is my personal bathroom.
The guest bathroom is outside.
- Sorry. - Come on, please.
Uh, your cat is very cute.
What is her name?
Donella?
(music intensifies)
No, no...
Karma.
- Armaan! - Leave now.
Armaan, please don't disturb us.
You just took up more than half of my session.
I still need to ask her about Shravu's future.
(suspenseful music)
Please. Come. Let's go.
Sorry.
(Sharanya) Armaan!
Armaan! Why did you bring me out here?
Recognise these beads?
These are the same beads that were found on Komal's body!
(phone ringing)
Yes, tell me, Armaan.
I was right.
When I said the name Donella in front of Dolly,
she had a definite reaction.
And, um, the beads that she gave Sharanya
are the same as the ones found on Komal's body.
There is a connection. They knew each other.
(Sharanya exclaims)
That's Dolly.
Is she running away?
I think... Dolly is running away.
Ma'am...
She must have seen her own future!
She must have seen us coming to arrest her!
Listen, don't worry, okay?
We will trace her. Good job, Armaan.
Okay.
So, you're saying that Komal knew Dolly?
Yes.
I had no idea.
But the bracelet you were talking about,
I asked Komal about that.
So, she told me that
one of her staff members gave her that.
And as far as Dolly is concerned,
all I know is that
she helped me get one last look at Komal.
To me, she is gifted.
Uh... one second.
You... you believe her?
Forget it. What is the point of this discussion?
I need to get used to Komal's absence.
I mean... look at me.
I am unable to live in my own home.
(worker) Sir.
You told us to throw this box away.
Yes, put it there.
Um... Whatever the two of you did for me,
really thanks.
We are just doing our job.
(door squeaks shut)
(car rumbles)
Let's go?
Come with me for one second.
One second, just come.
- What? - Just come.
Uh... this.
Open that box.
- Why? - I want to double-check.
Just open it, please.
Please!
I... Wait. Hold this.
Sure?
(phone ringing)
Yes, Sehmat. Tell me.
That... bracelet.
Weren't you the one who gave it to Komal?
- (stutters) No... - No?
I just...
What! What are you saying?
Can't you speak?
Speak up! Tell us the truth! Why did you run?
I only ran because he recognised me, madam.
Madam, seriously.
When he said Donella,
I thought I would get in trouble again for my past.
That is why I ran!
I... I promise. I am not lying.
How did you know Komal?
She was my client.
She...
came to me to ask questions about her relationship.
That is why I did a reading and told her
that her husband is having an affair. That's it!
That is all I know, madam. Please.
That is the truth.
So, your readings and predictions are that accurate, huh?
- Of course. - No, no.
You are lying again.
There are no predictions. It's basically all...
guesswork and luck, right?
- No, uh... It's-- - And this?
The directions that Komal's soul wrote for you on paper.
Ma'am, someone is framing me.
(music intensifies)
(stutters) I... am telling you the truth.
That evening,
I received a message along with a location.
(message notification beeps)
(music picks up)
(Dolly) When I got there,
I saw my client Komal's body.
I was very scared.
But I also saw it as an opportunity.
She is... she is dead.
She is no more.
All I... did was...
write down those directions on a piece of paper,
and I told everyone that
Komal's spirit is what led me there.
Then...
I called the police.
And you made live videos there?
You took advantage of someone's death
for your own publicity.
Sick.
What I am projecting on the screen right now
is Dolly's phone.
Then why...
isn't the name of the person messaging showing up?
What is... this "Unknown User"?
Because first the sender unsent the message,
and then deleted their account.
Meaning what? Dead end?
No, no.
From those deleted messages, I have been trying to track
the IP address and the IMEI number of the sender's phone.
I... I don't understand...
(exclaims)
Gotcha.
These messages were sent by someone named Sneha Chaturvedi.
(Bunty) Sneha Chaturvedi...
I will inform Siddiqui madam.
Who is Sneha Chaturvedi?
(suspenseful music)
(banging on door)
(Bunty) Mumbai Police! Open the door!
(banging on door)
(Bunty) Mumbai Police!
(suspenseful music continues)
Where is your phone?
Here it is. Hey, this is the latest model.
Nishant said the message came from an older model.
Where is your old phone?
- Where is it? - Tell us, or we'll search everywhere!
Where is your phone?
I... I don't know.
(whimpers)
Ma'am, I really don't know.
Bunty, just...
Okay.
(Bunty) Hey, let's go out.
(Sehmat sighs)
(Sneha whimpering)
Look.
We know everything.
Just tell me why you killed Komal.
Ma'am...
I don't know anything.
Look, it will be much better for you if you cooperate.
(Armaan) You...
are studying to become a CA, correct?
Yes.
You haven't become a CA yet.
You're still studying, so...
how were you able to
afford that expensive bag and all those international perfumes
sitting on the table there.
They were gifts.
A friend gave them to me.
A friend gave them to you? You mean...
boyfriend?
(suspenseful music continues)
Where is your old phone?
I exchanged that and got the latest model.
And did... your boyfriend do that, too?
Yeah.
(upbeat music)
Uh... Sehmat.
The case is cracked.
(upbeat music continues)
(music fades out)
What are you guys doing here?
You could have told me. I would have come to you.
Actually, she called us here.
I can feel her.
(Dolly murmuring)
Sir, shall we open the door?
(Dolly) She is here!
Look!
Forgive me, she is here! She is here!
Open it.
- (Ashwin) What is going on here? - Just open the door, please.
I took too long to get here. Please open the door!
(lock clicks open)
I can feel her. I can...
She is there.
I am coming.
(exclaims) Oh, my God!
This is a crime scene!
Bunty, bring in the Forensics team.
(Bunty) Hurry up and send Forensics here.
Sneha?
Stop right there.
How do you know her?
(Ashwin stutters) She... She was my student.
How did this happen? Who did this?
You did!
What?
Sneha's soul has told me everything.
Sneha and you had an affair, right?
- What nonsense are you-- - Hey!
When Komal found out about Sneha,
she threatened to divorce you.
(eerie music)
(Dolly) Letting out the secret
that you are having an affair with a college student means
(snaps fingers) bye-bye career,
bye-bye reputation,
and of course, bye-bye to your wife's property and money.
(music swells)
You would be ruined.
That is why you broke up with Sneha.
And to take revenge,
Sneha killed Komal in an accident
so that she could be with you.
And when she told you the truth,
you got angry and killed Sneha
with that iron rod.
Ma'am, arrest this woman.
She... she is lying.
- She... she is a fraud. - No...
- Please do that. - (Bunty) Hey.
That isn't Dolly speaking. It's Sneha's soul.
Correct.
And... you believe in her, don't you?
She is lying. She... isn't telling the truth.
You said that she is gifted.
(softly) Thank you.
(Armaan) Now she is lying?
If she is not gifted, if she is lying,
then how did she find Komal's location?
I don't know.
I... don't know.
You don't know?
That means we have to believe her.
You are under arrest.
Bunty.
Yes. Let's go.
Ma'am, please believe me.
I did not... do this.
Uh, I will tell them what you actually did.
And I have to admit,
actually, quite a perfect plan.
Almost perfect.
Do you want to know what your mistake was?
Sir, you told us to throw this box away.
Yes, put it there.
Open that box.
(mysterious music)
Yes, Sehmat, tell me.
Smell? Diesel.
That's diesel.
Why does a man who drives a car that runs on petrol
need a can of diesel?
Because you wanted to murder your wife.
She was driving towards your farmhouse in Karjat.
You knew the time and the route.
That is why you poured diesel on one spot so that her car skids.
You knew that she always drives fast.
Everyone was bound to assume that it was an accident.
And when Komal's car fell into the ravine,
you tried your best to get rid of the diesel.
But, unfortunately for you,
you couldn't get rid of the smell.
Uh, after you staged the accident,
you reported her missing.
(music picks up)
Very clever.
So that no one would suspect you.
But when I offered to help you,
you got nervous.
I will give this case all my attention.
And then you needed a distraction.
That is when Do...
That is when Dolly came in.
You used Sneha's phone
to share Komal's location with Dolly.
She... she is dead.
Did you?
- Yes. - Yes. Good that you admitted to it.
(Sehmat) Now we have our confession.
(Sneha) Hi, Ashwin.
(suspenseful music starts)
(Sehmat) The shop where you exchanged Sneha's phone,
the shopkeeper there recognised you.
We have testimonies from both him and Sneha.
So you will definitely go to jail on a conspiracy charge.
(suspenseful music fades)
I... feel dizzy.
Oh, he is dizzy.
Of course.
He still has to make rounds of court and jail.
He is just acting.
I have seen so many like you!
Don't worry, Sharanya. I am right here.
Don't be scared. This happens all the time.
It's nothing. He is just acting.
Wake up. (Bunty laughs)
Come on, get up, hero.
Oh.
(Bunty) Oh. Should I pick him up?
Pick him up.
(Bunty) Let's go, man.
Let's go.
Oh my God!
I... will go drop him.
Let's go.
(Bunty) He's really gone, madam.
(gasps)
Ms. Dolly,
well-built,
hunky-dory, Bunty?
Yes.
- Bunty? - Yeah.
- No.
- Yes. Why not? - No.
No! Let's go!
- No... - No!
Call him.
(quirky music)
(suspenseful music)
(thuds)
(dull thud)
(suspenseful music continues)
(music picks up)
(music intensifies)