- (crickets chirping) - (crows cawing)
(phone ringing)
- Good evening, Ustad - ji.
Ghanshyam, where are you?
I am standing at the gate of your building.
Ustad-ji, why did you go through the trouble of coming here?
You could have told me. I would have come to you.
Didn't we discuss this?
This is ridiculous!
Can't you ever be on time? Always late--
No, Ustad-ji, just stay right there. I am on my way.
Hurry up!
Why are you getting angry?
Just five minutes.
I am in the next lane. It will take me five minutes.
I am waiting for you.
This guy...
(scoffs in frustration)
(unsettling music)
(gunshot echoes)
(music rises)
(gunshot echoes)
(woman screaming)
(woman) Help!
Help!
Help! Help!
Somebody...
Help!
(theme music)
Put the body in the ambulance. It needs to be sent for post-mortem.
Please move back.
(Bunty) Do you think this is a movie shoot?
Hurry up and secure the police tape.
- Yes, sir. - Go.
Move back. Back!
Hey, you, please move back. Sorry.
Where is Siddiqui madam?
She had a bike accident.
What?
Yes, it was a major accident, but the injuries are minor. Don't worry.
She will be back in two days. I am in charge until then.
Sorry.
This celebrity manager uncle died horribly.
His name is Ghanshyam Gupta. His age is 50-plus.
He used to live on the first floor.
We have taken the shooter into custody,
but he says he didn't shoot him.
So, we are still not sure who the shooter was.
The suspect's name is Junaid or something.
We have just taken him into custody.
No, but... I mean, are there any eyewitnesses?
Yes, eyewitnesses, right? We do have them.
I mean, there was a watchman here.
When all this was happening, he was upstairs turning on the water, so...
he didn't see anything.
There was a lady, too.
But she entered after the watchman did, so...
she didn't see anything either.
There is another madam,
but we can't call her an "eyewitness."
(quirky music)
(reporters clamouring in background)
You may leave.
Witnesses... Nirmala Ranu, Gauri Deshmukh.
(loudly) Our senior officer is here!
Um... Hi.
My name is Armaan Mistry.
I am a consultant on this case.
Hello, sir, hello.
Can you tell me exactly what happened from the start?
Sir, I came here to meet my friend Gauri.
And she lives right here, so...
I always use the gate on this side.
As soon as I stepped out of the gate today,
I heard a loud gunshot.
I just couldn't understand what was happening.
So I sat down and started screaming for help.
And that noise was so loud that...
I just got confused, sir. I was so scared.
And as soon as I heard the gunshot, I ran to get here.
I saw the watchman standing there, Nirmala was on the ground,
and that uncle was just lying there and I couldn't...
What happened?
No, it was nothing.
(Nirmala) Was something there?
- Nothing. - Huh?
(Bunty whispering)
I cannot believe that you just attacked that woman.
No, no, no. I didn't attack her.
I was just trying to see if she is actu...
That...
That is Junaid Ali.
Probably.
That is Ustad Junaid Ali.
(intriguing music)
I will get him bail first thing tomorrow morning.
Calm down. Let me talk to him first.
(playful music)
Sir, I am your second-biggest fan.
Who is my biggest fan?
My wife.
Um... She was your biggest fan.
- She is no more. - Oh, sorry.
If it wasn't for you and your poems,
I would have never met my wife.
You can never understand how much you mean to me.
(clears throat)
Sorry, sorry. I got a bit carried away.
My name is Armaan Mistry.
I am a consultant on this case.
This is my assistant, Sharanya.
And this is the Inspector.
Bunty. We met at the crime scene.
Yes.
With your permission, I would like to ask you a few questions.
Um... How long have you known Ghanshyam?
About three years.
We met at a party.
There he said to me,
- "Ustad - ji, just give me one chance.
"I will..." What do they call it?
"...turn you into vintage liquor."
He started getting me to make reels.
And he made all my ghazals go viral.
And why were you going to his house today?
(Junaid) I wanted to discuss something important with Ghanshyam.
I reached his house at around 8 p.m.
Can I park my car inside?
No, sir, you can't park inside.
By the way, which house are you visiting?
102, Ghanshyam Gupta.
He is not at home, sir.
- Not at home? - Yes.
He is out on a walk, sir. I am sure he will be back soon.
Please move your car from the gate.
I need to go start the water pump.
That was when I called Ghanshyam.
And I waited for him to come back.
(mysterious music)
(gunshot echoes)
(dogs barking)
- (gunshot echoes) - (door opens)
(tense music)
(Nirmala screaming)
Help! Help!
Somebody help!
Help!
- Ghanshyam? - (Nirmala crying)
Ghanshyam!
(Nirmala) Help...
That was when I heard approaching footsteps,
so I picked up the gun to protect myself.
But it was the watchman.
And then the other girl from the ground floor came there.
(Nirmala continues crying) Help!
Help...
Okay. So basically, what you're saying is that
- you didn't see the shooter. - No.
And you picked up the gun on the ground for self-defence.
That's right.
Okay, I mean...
that should be good for now.
You... don't need to worry.
Um... We will definitely find the truth.
Thank you very much, Mr. Mistry.
Our closest CCTV camera
is at a signal three lanes away.
It's pointless.
Did you get any information on the owner of the gun?
How would I find any information, sir?
Mr. Bunty sent the gun to Forensics directly.
You could have at least noted the serial number.
Hey, this is your job, not therapy. Stop whining and start working.
Do you think the Forensics guy will steal the gun and run away?
I told him to send me the serial number. I am waiting for the message.
Besides, the gun must have been bought from the black market.
I bet the killer is someone from the building.
I am sure.
I am sure someone must have a problem with Ghanshyam.
We need to find that person.
Why not Junaid Ali?
Sharanya,
Ustad-ji cannot murder anyone. Let's please understand this.
Of course.
- Because you are a fan of Ustad - ji.
Sorry, ma'am, I only sat there for two minutes.
Armaan, you're the one who taught me
that we should put our personal bias aside while we are on duty, right?
Sehmat...
Think about it.
Why would a murderer kill someone
and stand right there with a gun?
Bunty, what do you feel?
(Bunty stutters)
Sir has a very good reputation. Personally, I agree.
People can lie,
but evidence doesn't lie.
(Sehmat) Here is your evidence.
This gun has only Junaid Ali's fingerprints.
This person was putting in so much work for Ustad-ji's comeback.
How did killing him help Ustad-ji? What did he gain?
We will find the motive. I am sure about that.
We will find the real shooter too. I am sure about that.
- Your Ustad - ji got bail.
He is taking full advantage of being a celebrity
while embarrassing the police force.
I will just...
Of course.
Sorry. One second.
Wait.
Did you check Ghanshyam and Junaid Ali's call records?
What was their relationship? That of a client and manager, right?
I have an idea. Call the auditor.
This could be a money issue.
Get their bank statements checked. Immediately.
(Sharanya) Armaan, just...
- I need a minute. - Okay, breathe.
Breathe, calm down. Please. You just met him last night.
- How am I looking? - You're looking fine.
You met him just last night.
Please relax. This is a bit too much.
He is just a singer.
No, he is not just a singer! How can you say that?
You know what he means to me. How can you say that he--
Okay, okay. I...
(mutters) Go, go. Go quickly. Go!
- Ustad - ji.
My second-biggest fan.
You are a good man.
Your eyes are a testament to that.
You are a good man.
Your eyes are a testament to that.
If... if you would allow me,
I want to show you something.
Of course.
The video... where I am playing the flute.
Oh, yeah!
Sorry, I have it. Just one second.
Sorry... that's my son.
- Sharanya! - Sorry, I am just finding it.
There.
I am performing your ghazal.
(playing melancholy tune)
Wow, that's impressive.
Praise the creator.
My heart feels lighter.
Thank you.
You might play it as just a hobby,
but you have talent.
Sir, I think we are done.
Um...
Mr. Mistry, I just had an idea.
Please tell me.
Would you like to perform this song with me?
(intriguing music)
You are kidding. Please don't--
No, I am not kidding.
I have a show tomorrow.
Would you like to
perform with me there?
(intriguing music rises)
- I mean, Ustad - ji offered it himself.
You saw. You were there.
How could I say no?
Tomorrow if he offers you water from a glass that he drank from...
(exclaims in disgust)
...will you say the same thing? "How could I say no?"
(groans)
I am not doing this for myself.
I am... doing this for Sushmita.
She really loved his music.
She would have wanted this.
I told the president of the colony everything.
I went to start the water pump
when I heard the sound of a gun being fired.
I ran as fast as I could when I heard that, sir.
And is this the route Ghanshyam always took on his walks?
Yes, sir, he always took this route.
And did he always leave at the same time every day?
He used to leave every day at 7 p.m.
He would circle the entire area,
and at 8 p.m., he would go in through here.
Maybe someone noticed that.
- (spits) - (shouts in disgust)
- Sorry, sir. - I can't.
Just... it's okay.
By the way, sir, maybe I shouldn't say this,
but Ghanshyam sir was a complete pervert.
He would spend his time peeking into girls' windows.
Thank you, ma'am.
I have sent the audio file. It's a positive response.
Oh... Nirmala. Thank you.
Uh... excuse me?
Hi. I am Armaan Mistry. I...
Yes, the police officer.
How could I forget you?
You won't throw anything at us today, will you?
Do you play the guitar?
Or is it the violin?
My first instrument is the guitar, but...
how do you know that?
Your fingers have calluses on them.
And only professional guitarists have such marks.
So... how well did you know Ghanshyam?
I would just see him around the building,
but I didn't really know him.
Also, we are running a bit late.
Can we do this later?
Uh, of course.
Thank you.
(unsettling music)
She is a professional musician.
He was a celebrity manager living in the same building.
And they were just acquaintances?
No, Armaan, something is off.
Exactly.
Ghanshyam has commented on every single post this Gauri made.
Look at this one.
"You and your voice, both are lovely, dear."
"You are an angel with the voice of a nightingale."
Yuck!
Uh... please call Nishant.
Okay.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Nishant, please pull up Ghanshyam's chats and messages.
I have already done it, sir.
Reading that pervy old man's messages has given my soul cancer.
You are allergic to filth, right?
Please don't look at this trash, sir.
His whole chatbox is filled with him hitting on different girls.
If Gauri Deshmukh and Ghanshyam
have had any correspondence, then pull that up.
(typing)
Boss...
Their last chat looks quite interesting.
I will forward it to you.
- Thank you. - Bye.
- (phone beeps) - It's here. Take a look.
"How about a jamming session at my place tonight?"
"This is my final request, sir. Please leave me alone."
Wow...
We need to talk to Sehmat and bring Gauri in for questioning.
Yeah.
Ghanshyam was harassing Gauri.
Maybe he was even stalking her. We don't know.
Maybe Gauri thought this was her only option at this point.
Armaan, why don't you understand?
The gun only had Junaid Ali's fingerprints.
And no one else's.
He used his contacts to get bail.
He should be in jail, but he is out doing live performances.
Gauri's house is right next to the crime scene.
She could have shot him, gone home
and come out again. Isn't it possible?
One second. Bunty?
How long will it take for the audit report to be ready?
Madam, that auditor wastes too much time.
Don't worry,
I'm breathing down his neck.
He will give us the report in two hours.
- Good. - No, but...
What are you doing? You're not listen--
I am following the evidence and trying to find a motive for the suspect.
In simple words, I am doing my duty.
But we already have the motive.
But we don't have proof.
How will you link the gun to Gauri?
Okay, okay, I will admit it.
But there is a motive.
So, can we at least call her in for questioning?
- Fine. Call her. - Thank you.
Okay? But you know I honestly feel you want it to be Gauri.
Because you don't want it to be Junaid.
Mistry sir just had this idea. I said it right from the start.
It's someone from the building.
A good detective sees things that no one else can see.
Do you understand?
Uh-uh.
Like what I am seeing right now.
- What? - (quirky music)
A connection.
I mean, it's...
Uh, we need to leave. We're running late.
Oh, right! Your concert. Let's go.
Come.
Oh.
Bye.
(mysterious music)
(reporters talking)
(reporters clamouring)
Sir, why did you kill Ghanshyam?
Madam, that Ghanshyam turned out to be a huge fraud.
- What do you mean? - Show her.
That Junaid is an old man, right?
So he didn't understand finance, internet banking or any of that.
That's why he blindly trusted his manager Ghanshyam with his money.
Take a look at this man's creativity, madam.
The whole team earned ₹50 lakh in the previous concert.
He gave ₹15 lakh to Junaid,
then he gave the others about ₹10 lakh.
And he kept the remaining ₹25 lakh for himself, madam.
And that is not even counting the tickets sold in black.
Who knows how much that would be?
That means Junaid must have found out about all this.
We have our motive.
Ma'am, I need to inform you.
Everyone on social media is angry at Junaid's concert.
If we don't take any action, we could end up in trouble.
Bunty, get the car.
Let's go, let's go.
- Good job. - Thank you, ma'am.
(piano playing soft music)
♪ My beloved ♪
♪ How do I live without you? ♪
Sir.
Make-up.
(Armaan exclaims)
- No. - Sure?
Yes. No...
Okay, thank you, sir.
(song continues in background)
(exhales)
(sirens blaring)
(phone vibrating)
Sir, you're next. Please come.
(tense music)
(phone vibrating)
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
(sirens blaring)
- (audience clapping) - (Junaid) Thank you very much.
Ladies and gentlemen,
in this next melody,
playing the flute with me
is a very special guest.
An accomplished officer
who helps the Mumbai Police solve cases.
Please give a huge round of applause to welcome
Armaan Mistry!
- (people cheering) - (Sharanya whooping)
(playing)
(tense music)
Sir, I was just checking the tuning.
All the best.
(soft tune begins)
♪ My melodies lie scattered In dust ♪
♪ Ever since you stopped gracing me With your presence ♪
♪ My music has faded ♪
♪ Ever since you left My heart alone ♪
♪ A part of me has stayed with you ♪
♪ And a part of you lives with me ♪
♪ A part of me has stayed with you ♪
♪ And a part of you lives with me ♪
(music continues)
(Armaan whistling off-tune)
Why is he doing that?
(Armaan continues whistling)
Go in and stop the show. Hurry up.
(fast-paced tense music)
(scattered applause)
(cop 1) Mumbai Police!
- (cop 2) Stop the show! - (audience murmuring)
Stay where you are.
The show is over. Please stay seated.
Hey, sit down.
(cop 3) Hey, drop the curtain.
Come with us. You're under arrest.
But I have been granted bail.
Why are you arresting me again?
You knew that Ghanshyam was committing fraud against you.
When did that happen?
(laughs) That's impressive, sir.
Do you see that?
He is a singer and an actor!
I truly don't know anything about this.
It will be better if you cooperate, or else we will have to use force.
Of course I will cooperate!
Please.
(serious music)
Sehmat, Sehmat.
Please trust me.
What you're doing is wrong.
I am doing my duty, Armaan.
If you had just picked up my call, it wouldn't have come to this.
Mr. Ali, don't worry about it.
They don't have a case. They're just wasting their time.
You'll be out in no time.
My client had absolutely no idea about the embezzlement!
He just wanted to meet Mr. Ghanshyam to discuss the next show's logistics.
Your motive will not hold up in court.
Save all this for the court, okay?
I have given your client too much respect already.
Now throw him in the lock-up, Bunty.
Okay.
Ma'am, they are...
waiting for you.
I will just make a phone call.
So, Gauri?
You lied to us about not knowing Ghanshyam.
You can't change your statement like that, okay?
Your lie is the reason both of you are back here.
Mistry sir...
- You told me Ustad - ji is innocent.
I trusted you.
You let me down.
Forget it.
- Let's go, Ustad - ji.
He will come back after the phone call. Please wait.
Please don't argue, sir. We need to go.
I am letting you go with just a warning.
Luckily, we have found our culprit.
You can go now.
Thank you, ma'am.
Sorry. Thank you.
- Thank you, ma'am. - Hmm.
(Bunty) Sir, I am begging you. Please come with me.
We need to go to the lock-up.
Wait, wait... wait a minute.
- Sir, let me-- - Listen, listen to me.
(inaudible discussion)
(tense music)
Sir, don't play such a risky game--
Let him do it!
Sir! Sir!
- (Bunty) Sir! Ustad-ji... - Junaid!
- Move back! Back! - (Sehmat) Put the gun down!
- What is happening?
(Bunty) Hey!
Junaid, you're making a big mistake!
What is the point of doing all this?
What am I getting now? Punishment. What else?
- Ustad-ji, please! - Back, move back!
And for a crime I didn't even commit.
But why do you want to kill me? I didn't do anything.
This is the only way to prove my innocence.
But I didn't do anything!
She did it. Ask her.
Ma'am! Ma'am, please...
(Nirmala screams)
(music fades)
Thank you.
Bunty, thank you.
Sehmat...
the case is cracked.
(intriguing music)
Sehmat has a sling on her right hand.
But she never told you that fact.
And inside...
when you shook hands with her,
you offered her your left hand.
As if you could see that she has a sling on her right hand.
She can see.
(intriguing music rises)
(Nirmala) I was in school.
People were bursting crackers during Diwali.
That was when the corneas in both my eyes were damaged in an accident.
I would have given up...
if music hadn't been a part of my life.
I used to write.
Songs, poems...
And that talent is what led to my meeting with Ghanshyam.
But... it was only when I got here that I realised
he has no interest in my talent.
He kept meeting with me for a few months.
But he was just taking advantage of me.
I got a job at a call centre almost a year after that.
And one day, I heard a song.
A song with my lyrics.
He stole that song from me and sold it to a music label.
And what did I get?
No credit, no money... nothing.
There was only one thing that
kept me alive, which was getting revenge on Ghanshyam.
I worked very hard for seven years
and saved up money for my treatment.
And last year,
I got a cornea transplant.
But... in front of the whole world,
it was much better for me to remain blind.
I found out that Gauri lives in Ghanshyam's building
and that she conducts guitar classes there.
So, I joined her classes
and became good friends with her.
So that I could be closer to Ghanshyam.
As time passed, I had learnt
that Ghanshyam would go on a walk every day
and, at around 8 p.m., he would return from the back lane.
(tense music)
Hey... don't shoot.
- I said keep the gun-- - (gunshot)
(Ghanshyam screams)
- (gunshot echoes) - (screams)
I thought that I would shoot Ghanshyam,
throw the gun on the ground,
and throw my gloves in the gutter.
And then I would sit there and scream loudly
so that, if anyone passes by,
they would think this is a handicapped woman
who was just passing by when the crime took place.
You used me.
By killing Ghanshyam, I didn't just get revenge for myself.
I saved a lot of girls
from that perverted letch.
And now, whatever punishment you want to give me,
I am ready.
(soft uplifting music)
♪ My melodies lie scattered In dust ♪
♪ Ever since you stopped gracing me With your presence ♪
♪ My music has faded ♪
♪ Ever since you left My heart alone ♪
♪ A part of me has stayed with you ♪
♪ And a part of you lives with me ♪
♪ A part of me has stayed with you ♪
♪ And a part of you lives with me ♪
(playing in tune)
(flute continues)
(Junaid harmonising)
(inaudible)
♪ The words we left unsaid ♪
♪ We will ask each other someday ♪
♪ All our unfinished melodies ♪
♪ We will complete them today ♪
♪ Once again The landscape of our struggles ♪
♪ Begins to rise ♪
♪ Though my heart is lost ♪
♪ I still try to guide you Through its maze ♪
♪ A part of me has stayed with you ♪
♪ And a part of you lives with me ♪
♪ A part of me has stayed with you ♪
♪ And a part of you lives with me ♪
(Junaid continues harmonising)