(car powers on)
(thunder strikes)
Have you told anyone about this?
-No. -You won't tell anyone about this.
But, Dad, Shanaya is innocent.
And I am the only witness.
You will not go to court.
But, Dad, you don't understand--
Guys! Please.
Anaira is asleep.
(tense music)
Ananya, you don't understand.
Dheeraj, media, Narayani, they all will cross-examine you in such a manner
that you won't even be able to answer.
Mom, are you serious?
Shanaya is your client.
How can you do this?
Or maybe you two have just gotten accustomed to hiding the truth.
What does that mean?
You know, both of you keep lying!
You say everything is normal, but it's not!
We are not blind.
We can see everything.
You don't sleep in the same bed; you never eat dinner together.
You live in the same house, but you don't even talk to each other!
You can think whatever you like.
But we are your parents.
And if we need to lie a hundred times to protect you,
then we will do it.
(thunder crackling)
(tense music stops)
(emotional music)
She hates me.
She hates us.
She will be fine. We did the right thing.
I need to call Vishal.
But... why?
(sighs) Shanaya is his client.
Ananya is our daughter.
But I trust him. He will understand.
(phone ringing and vibrating)
(phone vibrating)
Yes, Noyonika?
Don't worry. I will be right there.
(thunder rumbles)
When the police arrested Shanaya,
she was sitting on the passenger seat
and not the driver's seat.
And if we can use this argument, we can create reasonable doubt
and then Ananya won't have to testify.
Won't work.
Dheeraj will argue that, after the accident,
Shanaya was trying to get out from the passenger side
and then lost consciousness.
Yeah, you are probably right.
Fuck!
I am so sorry, Vishal.
I am just so sorry.
I don't even know what I am doing.
I am suppressing a witness who will help my client.
And you are helping me?
(emotional music)
To save my daughter...
Shanaya's future...
Hey.
Calm down.
(emotional music continues)
They say, "When the fight feels right, no weapon is wrong."
And you are a mother.
Ananya won't have to testify, and Shanaya won't go to jail either.
But how?
Sometimes, breaking the law is the only way to get justice.
(tense music)
Sana...
I need some phone records.
(musical crescendo)
(inmate arguing with cop)
How can you be so sure?
These are Rabia's phone records.
On the night of the accident,
Rabia called your mother twice from the spot of the accident.
Then she left you in the car, all alone.
The police got there
and arrested you.
All the blame fell on you.
Your mom knew everything.
Everyone laughs...
when they see how crazy I am about social media.
But the truth is...
when you don't get love at home,
you're forced to seek it outside.
"Like, share, subscribe!"
(quiet stirring music)
Mom thinks Rabia has a bright future,
so she protected her.
And me?
She left me?
We can tell all of this to the public prosecutor.
Will Rabia go to jail?
Minimum 10 years.
No!
Rabia won't survive in jail even for a day.
-No, no, no... -Shanaya?
Please don't say anything to anyone.
Shanaya, this will affect your whole life--
I said no!
(emotional music continues)
Rabia will not go to jail.
Please, Shanaya, think it over.
The older ones...
always protect the younger ones.
(theme music)
(phone vibrating)
(woman) Good morning, ma'am.
(emotional underscore)
(Rabia) When I reached the party,
sis was already so drunk that she had blacked out.
Are you okay?
She doesn't even remember that I went to pick her up from the party.
Come.
She was abusing Pernia.
-It's okay, sis. -I hate Pernia.
(Shanaya mumbles) She embarrassed me so much...
They had a fight at the party.
Pernia was always so jealous of my sister.
Jealous of her success.
I just hated her.
I was so angry with her...
(car speeds up)
...that I banged her car.
But I swear I had no idea that she was in the car.
I just wanted to damage her car.
But if I made the mistake,
then I should face the punishment.
Shanaya has refused to do that.
She will go to jail in your place.
No.
Till today,
Mom and sis have made all my decisions for me.
But not anymore.
If anything happens to her in court,
then I will confess that the accident was my fault.
(emotional music continues)
Rabia, wait!
Checkmate, I guess.
If we protect Shanaya, then Rabia will end up in jail.
And if we don't...
Either way,
we're the ones who'll lose.
Vishal,
Pernia knows this is a bogus case.
She's only trying to benefit from Shanaya's downfall.
(dramatic underscore)
So, let's give her what she wants.
(dramatic underscore continues)
(dramatic music stops)
I want to withdraw my case.
(people murmuring)
Shanaya did not hit my car.
Order! Order!
What is all this?
Does this look like a cricket match?
Please keep quiet.
Ms. Sengupta.
Please continue.
But you blamed Shanaya in your previous statement.
You said that you saw her there.
I mean...
I was also hammered, so...
I mean I was quite drunk, sir.
I was confused. I just assumed that it was Shanaya.
And you filed a case against Shanaya.
(Pernia) I overreacted.
That is why I want to withdraw my case.
Objection, Your Honour. The complainant is lying.
(judge) To whom?
To you or to us?
(people laughing)
As far as I know,
she is your client and you are her lawyer.
(people laughing)
Silence!
What did you guys do?
Had you stayed with us, you might've learnt something.
Pernia, why do you want to withdraw your case?
(tense music)
Has someone forced you to do this?
(Pernia) No social media at all?
Like, no cap?
That is the deal.
If you take this case back,
Shanaya will go completely off social media.
For five whole years.
(dramatic music)
But she will be going to jail anyway.
Who said she will go to jail?
We are her lawyers, you know?
She will get bail by tomorrow morning.
And then High Court, and then Supreme Court...
This will drag on for the next five to seven years.
And as long as Shanaya remains on social media...
you can never be number one.
But if you agree to this,
then all of her advertisers,
endorsements, followers...
they are all yours.
(dramatic music stops)
No.
No one forced me to do this.
(people murmuring)
(judge) What?
I'm withdrawing the case of my own free will.
Is this a joke?
Silence!
Ms. Pernia, do you think this is your social media page
where you can upload or delete a photo whenever you feel like it?
Nonsense...
Your lawyer has no information,
and there's no application in court either.
Your Honour, according to Section 321 CrPC,
the prosecution has the right to withdraw
before the judgement is passed.
We can record Ms. Pernia's statement right here,
and we will submit the application later.
Do you want to sit here instead, Ms. Sengupta?
Or can I decide what happens in my court?
Ms. Pernia.
Write your application right now.
Your Honour, you cannot intimidate the complainant like this.
How dare you accuse me of intimidation?
How dare you!
Your Honour, you cannot stop the case from being closed.
Ms. Pernia has given a plausible reason,
and now, in your capacity as a judge,
you cannot conduct an inquiry into this matter.
You're not the only one who went to law school.
Do not try to teach me the law in my courtroom.
But she has the right to withdraw, Your Honour.
Just shut up, Ms. Sengupta.
I will not shut up, Your Honour.
You will shut up! Otherwise, I will charge you with contempt of court.
Then go ahead and charge me!
But you cannot take away
a complainant's right by charging me.
(dramatic music)
Record Ms. Pernia's statement.
But also,
levy a fine of Rs. 50,000
against her for wasting the court's time.
And this case...
is dismissed.
(uplifting music)
Next time.
(uplifting music continues)
(digital chiming)
Here is your appraisal, Noyonika.
Have a look.
Well, we all know how good you are.
Hard-working, honest, intelligent...
Why do I sense a "but" here?
But...
your case earnings
are a bit lower than the other second-year associates.
Anything else?
Don't take this the wrong way…
but you get too emotional, Noyonika.
You connect too personally with your clients.
Case in point, Shanaya Qureshi.
But we won that case.
What's the point of just winning the case?
Now that Shanaya has left social media,
we've lost the client, haven't we?
No one asks for an Excel sheet of wins and losses.
The biggest statements are of profit and loss.
And unfortunately, in your case, there is more loss than profit.
-(door opens) -But I'm sure we can work through...
Ketan, we are a little busy. Can you come back a little--
Param bhai!
(in Gujarati) You come to Mumbai and don't eat Vada Pav?
That is not fair.
I already had lunch. Ketan, please.
-What is this? -This is for you.
-Special "Appraisal" Vada Pav. -What are you doing?
(playful music)
Have some, Param bhai.
And the mango chutney is just... wow!
Next-level stuff.
Hey! What the...
-Oh, no! How did that happen? -What are you doing, man?
-What the fuck? -Param bhai.
There is a saying.
Don't try to teach your father...
how to fuck.
(playful music continues)
I will come back later.
Yes, Ketan?
What can I do for you?
Nothing.
I'm here for social service.
Really? What does that mean?
I mean...
(suspenseful music)
Param is spreading this news in the market
that he is joining hands with Vishal
and pushing you out of the firm.
Congratulations on the divorce.
Is this a joke?
If this was a joke, I'd be the first one laughing.
Do I look like I am?
The matter is very serious, Malini.
My sources are never wrong.
Thanks for bringing it to my notice, Ketan.
I will look into it.
Fine.
Go ahead.
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music fades)
(phone ringing)
Yes, Shumon, tell me.
Hello, Didi bhai,
did you get promoted?
No.
Are they all idiots?
You are a fucking genius, Didi bhai.
Hmm.
You don't need to be so strong all the time.
If you feel bad, then just say it.
I feel terrible.
That is better.
Now, fuck them and move on.
Okay?
I'll miss you.
I know.
"I know"? What "I know"?
You have to say, "I'll miss you, too!"
I'll miss you, too.
Have a safe flight, okay?
Yes, I will.
Bye.
(knocks)
Ma'am, have you seen Aanchal?
Oh, sorry.
Sana.
No.
(suspenseful music)
Thank you, ma'am.
(guys cheering)
(cricket playing on TV)
Wow!
Vishal Chaubey's boys' club.
Beer, cricket...
Is this an office or a stadium?
(tense music)
Sana...
I want you to do something for me.
I need to know what is happening between Vishal and Param.
Cheers to you too.
(tense music fades)
(Vishal) Hello, Noyonika.
Hey.
How did the big appraisal meeting go, huh?
Best meeting ever.
That bad?
Param?
Boss thinks
that I am not hard-working,
I am too emotional,
and he gave me the advice that emotional people don't get promoted.
(sarcastically) It was great.
Nonsense.
All nonsense.
Look, being emotional
is your biggest strength.
That is what makes Noyonika special.
Otherwise, Malini would have never let
you be the lead on the Joshi case.
I am really stressed about that as well.
(Vishal exclaims)
It is a walk in the park for you, so don't be.
No, I admit that it is a big case,
but it is the perfect opportunity for you to give your critics
a fitting reply.
It is time you show the world,
what I see every day.
(gentle lingering music)
How many beers have you had?
I... I wasn't counting.
But I can still have one more with you.
Ready?
Hey.
Hi, Noyonika.
Hi!
Uh, shall we? Otherwise, we'll miss the beginning of the movie.
Movie?
Did you forget?
The premiere of my client's movie?
Of course!
How could I forget?
I was just... on my way. Come on, let's go.
-Okay. -Bye.
Have fun.
-Bye. -Bye.
-Come. -Yeah.
After you, madam.
Thank you.
(slow emotional music)
(haunting music)
(music builds quiet intensity)
(Anaira) Who is this?
Hey, I've barely managed to organise everything.
And why are you awake?
Is he dead?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(people chattering)
Hello, madam co-counsel.
-Ready to fight? -Just remember...
we are on the same side this time.
Yes, because we were forced to be.
You cannot fight a criminal case without a public prosecutor.
Really?
I will take notes.
They didn't teach me that in law school.
(phone ringing)
Hello? Yes, Malini?
We have a problem.
Tetronome Builders have changed their entire legal team.
What?
They changed their lawyers at the last minute?
But all of my preparation was based
on the arguments made by their previous lawyers.
Does that mean we need to change our whole strategy now?
No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
I am sure it's just an overhyped firm
whose young hotshot lawyers will argue over technicalities.
All you need to do
is get the emotional responses out of Mrs. Joshi.
You do that,
and we are home.
Okay?
You can do this.
We don't have much time.
The hearing is about to begin. Shall we?
Just give me five minutes.
I just want to revise some points.
Hope your revision doesn't make you miss the exams.
Judge Iyer hates it when lawyers are late.
(tension-building music)
(digital chime)
(music speeds up)
Excuse me, child.
Yes?
Can you help me?
My wallet fell somewhere around here.
Please? I can barely see.
My Aadhar card is in there.
My court ID is in there.
Can you help me find it?
Yes, of course.
Please, can you help me?
(tense music)
Oh! Oh, God!
I just remembered.
You see that tea shop there?
I had some tea there.
Can you check up there, please?
Yes, of course. You stay here. I will go check.
God bless you.
God bless you!
(Noyonika panting)
(clock ticking)
Excuse me, did someone forget their wallet here?
No, madam.
All rise!
(dramatic music)
What is the delay, Mr. Paswan?
My co-counsel.
She is on her way, Your Ladyship.
Actually, all the roads are dug up. That's why she's running late.
(Noyonika breathing hard)
(dramatic music stops)
All of Mumbai has been dug up.
But, Your Ladyship,
you are here, so am I.
We are waiting,
and wasting taxpayer money.
Good morning, Your Ladyship.
Ms. Sengupta.
In my court, IST means Indian Standard Time.
Not Indian Stretchable Time.
-I am sorry-- -(Navroz) Hello, Ms. Sengupta.
Do you want some water?
Can I get you some water?
Tell me?
Where were you?
(tension-building music)
Navroz Electricwala, Advocate.
(Noyonika) On 21st May 2018,
Varun Joshi celebrated his last birthday
in his new home.
Your Ladyship, for every single one of us,
the safest place in the world is our own home.
But driven by greed, Tetronome Builders
spread poison in those homes.
(touching music)
And 8-year-old Varun Joshi
lost his life.
Mrs. Joshi, could you briefly tell us Varun's medical history?
Um... When Varun was young, he had dust allergies.
But when we moved into this flat,
his condition worsened.
Specialists said that he had developed severe asthma.
On January 25th,
he had a serious asthma attack.
We took him to the hospital immediately.
(emotional music)
He spent around 4 or 5 days in the hospital...
and then...
and then he passed away.
(emotional music continues)
The post-mortem report revealed
that Varun's lungs were filled with isobutanol gas.
(briefcase locks clicking)
This toxic gas
can be found in garbage dumping grounds.
Mr. Electricwala...
(Navroz groans)
My eye medicine.
Your Lordship.
What else can I do?
At my age, if I don't take my medicine on time,
then I will definitely end up in a photo frame.
Forgive me, Your Honour.
Forgive me.
That is all right, Mr. Electricwala.
Please. Continue, Ms. Sengupta.
(Navroz sighs)
Like I was saying.
During the investigation, we found
the land on which Tetronome Builders built Mr. and Mrs. Joshi's building
was not suitable for residential purposes for 15 years
because it used to be a garbage dumping ground.
Which releases toxic gases like Isobutanol.
Objection, Your Ladyship.
First of all, these figures are fully disputed.
Environment Protection Board certified last year that
five years is enough for the land to be safe.
And my client began construction after five years.
We have already submitted the report, Your Ladyship.
You can look at it yourself.
Sustained.
Stick to the facts, Ms. Sengupta.
The fact is
that Varun Joshi lost his life,
but there is Ryan Joseph, 10 years old.
Mishka Jain, 7 years old.
Ayush Patel, 12 years old.
Zia Khan, 9 years old.
And apart from them, there are 40 other co-complainants
who are suffering
from some illnesses or the other even today.
All of those families
are present here in court today.
(emotional music)
And they demand justice for their suffering.
(Navroz coughing)
Sorry! Sorry... Forgive me.
Dust allergies.
Your Ladyship, if you dig up all of Mumbai,
this is bound to happen, right?
I am sorry.
Sorry.
Your witness.
When Varun was 10 years old,
did your husband have an alcohol addiction or not?
Objection. Relevance.
I will allow it.
Thank you, Your Lordship.
After drinking, your husband used to fight with you, right?
(dramatic music builds)
Yes, but he doesn't drink anymore.
Hmm...
That night,
when Varun had his last asthma attack,
you had a major fight with your husband.
And Mr. Joshi walked out, right?
He left the house at night, correct?
(dramatic music intensifies)
That means...
on that night,
when he had the asthma attack you were all alone.
At what time did you reach the hospital?
At 2 a.m.
And at what time did he get the asthma attack?
At 11:30 p.m.
It took you two and a half hours to reach the hospital? My God!
Why?
Did you call Mr. Joshi?
He didn't pick up because he was angry.
So did you call a cab? A taxi?
I did, but it was far too late, so...
She couldn't find a cab,
couldn't find his dad...
My God!
So, how did Varun reach the hospital?
Our neighbours helped me.
Her neighbours...
It took two and a half hours for the mother to think of that.
Your Ladyship, the fact is
Varun's death
was not because of a garbage dump, toxic gas or Tetronome Builders.
But it was because of his parents' negligence,
carelessness and bad marriage.
Objection, Your Ladyship.
Medical claims like these require
hard facts, not sensational allegations.
To support my claim,
I would like to call my witness
pulmonary specialist, Dr. Manu Sharma.
He reports that, in cases like these,
even a two-hour delay can be fatal.
Your Ladyship,
the state was given
no prior information on this witness.
We need some time to prepare our cross-examination.
Oh, yes!
He's part of my rebuttal witness list.
Sorry, I am sorry.
You have two weeks to prepare.
Next.
(sorrowful instrumental music)
Noyonika...
Is everything okay?
There was a case today.
The night the client's son died,
they were fighting.
If they hadn't fought…
would he still be alive?
Do bad marriages make bad parents?
(emotional music)
No matter how much we try to hide our problems,
it still affects the kids.
Anaira's anxiety,
Ananya's anger...
It's all our fault.
Maybe.
But no one in the world loves them as much as we do.
We'll fix it, and you know that.
(emotional music continues)
I... better get back to work.
Dr. Manu Sharma.
The self-declared expert himself?
If you do a background check on him,
the cross-examination will be fun.
(music picks up)
(car beeping)
(honking)
(car revs)
(car beeps)
(knocks)
Sorry, Sana. I took your place.
Hey!
Wow.
Dr. Manu Sharma...
or should we call him Dr. Crooked Sharma?
This is fab, Sana.
Sana?
What is wrong?
While investigating, I had this strange feeling.
I felt like I was being followed.
Could it be Sunny?
He definitely has a problem with you.
(ominous background music)
Why?
He came to my office,
kept calling you Aanchal...
Like, he was trying
to get some sort of a reaction out of me.
Do you know any Aanchals?
If you waste time figuring out why an idiot's an idiot,
you'll end up being the real fool.
Let's focus on the case?
(Noyonika sighs)
(music intensifies)
SUNNY'S RIDE
(intense music continues)
What's up?
Hey, buddy.
What are they scheming over there anyway?
Probably just another divorce case.
Divorce?
Tell me something.
Have you ever thought about buying out Malini?
Where is that coming from, Param?
No... why would I think that?
Have you seen her client list?
All of my clients and the business they generate.
Sana found this list from Sunny's car.
I am being appraised in my own firm, Ketan.
It looks like a senior citizen rally.
She has had the same clients for over 20 years.
In a few days, preparing wills
will be the only business they generate.
Param, that is just an excuse.
What's the matter?
Is this about Ketan?
Definitely about Param.
Param bhai's clients, Param bhai's appraisal,
Param bhai's...
Pan-India Law Firm.
Vision for the future.
I need people like you, Vishal.
I don't need people I can't trust, Ketan.
That is true.
So we need to consolidate our client base.
Whatever you have to do, do it quickly.
(tense music builds)
(tense music continues)
Everything okay?
(music slows down)
I wanted to talk to you.
It's confidential.
You can't tell anyone about this.
Especially Vishal.
Okay...
Ketan and I are starting our own firm.
(intense underscore)
What?
I will get to the point.
Will you leave Vishal
and join my firm?
(intense music continues)
And before you answer,
be mindful that opportunities like this are hard to come by.