All language subtitles for Moksha 2001.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.DDP.2.0.ESub-mkvCinemas

'Heaven and earth.'

'Day and night.'

'Sand and water.'

'All, two sides of the same coin.'

'Similarly, this story,
too, has two aspects to it.'

'First, the time that is past.'

'And the second, the present,
that stands like a challenge.'

'The days that gone by
lives on as vivid memories.'

'But the present remains bland.'

Shut up.

Why did you study law if practicing
the same embarrasses you?

I didn't study law to practice.

To lie and amass enormous wealth.

So what's the purpose
of your existence?

What identity do you have?

At this moment,
just this that I'm your son.

If that was enough for you...

...then why did you waste all
the money on your education?

Come on, Papa.
Money, money and money.

You expect me to follow your path.

Just like our past generations have.

Keep racehorses and earn money.

Even if it was black money.

How dare you, Vikram?
That's no way to talk to one's father.

What wrong did I say, Mother?
- No, you're absolutely right.

You want to live off the same money.

Remember, you have to work
and earn money.

What's good of earning more money?

You've already accumulated enough.

Why are you always hounding him?

He's a grown up now.
Let him do what he wants to.

What stupidity is this?

What's this routine of
standing here and gazing out there?

Just a little while.

Oh, come on.

Just two minutes, please?
- You stay here. I'm leaving.

Hey... Hey.

"This heart's been melting
away for quite a while now."

"And my efforts to calm
it have been futile."

"It is restlessness within. "

"This crazy heart says out loud,
and now I've realised..."

"...that love is life."

"Love is life."

"Love is happiness."

"Love is life."

Morning.

Hold, good, good.

Hello. Hi.

You're... You're fantastic.

Actually...

I... I love you.
- What?

Yes, I really do.
- Really?

Thank you.

Hi, Vikram. - Hey.

Bachelor Simon, how are you?
- Fine.

You never miss out on your jog?

Well, you see, one needs
to be active to stay alive.

At the bank, it's only my brains
and fingers that get exercise.

One has to take care of
the excess baggage, too.

Or else, if He decides to
take care of it, I've had it.

You have a good sense of humour.
Nice shoes. - Thanks.

For people like us who
remain on ground, need such shoes.

Yours is a different story.
- Why is that?

You're always riding your horse.

But remember,
whatever your horses earn...

...it has to pass our hands first.

I don't understand.
- All your money is deposited in our bank.

Yes, papa's account is in your bank.

Come, let me drop you.

No, mine will get offended.
- Who?

I'm talking about my antique car.

By the way, she's a pretty girl.

Lucky guy.

Bye.
- Bye.

The painting I mentioned
is right in front.

The desert's outlined
so beautifully in it.

And those two bodies
have its effect, too.

Darn.
- You continue, I'll be right back.

Look at this painting, so beautiful.
- Actually, I...

Darn it.

Wow. Hey.

"This heart's been melting away
for quite a while now."

"And my efforts to calm
it have been futile."

'World's much more
beautiful than this, Ritika.'

"The breeze that gushes
with a rhythm..."

"...gives wings to my
dormant emotions."

Hey.

What's your name?
- Ritika.

Oh, so you're Ritika?

You sent me the painting, right?
- Yes.

Who do you think you are?

You think you can buy me?

Yes, or no?

So you know to cry, too?

By the way, you have
good taste in paintings.

Vikram Sehgal.

Yes, I know. Your horse is Rex,
and the dog's called Rio, right?

With all these books,
it looks as if a lawyer's house.

Well, it's my house.

So you're a lawyer?
You never mentioned it.

You never asked.

Sugar?
- One spoon.

Milk?
- Yes.

Thank you.

I thought you work at the race course.
- You did?

You know, those horses?

Oh, those are my father's, not mine.
He owns a race-house.

Very interesting family.

If your visits become frequent,
it'll get even more interesting.

Can I have biscuit, please?
- Sure.

Thanks.

That day you were quite lost
in this painting.

What's so special about it?
- The same as you.

Can I have one more biscuit, please?
It's very good.

It's really tasty.

So tell me about it.
- About what?

About the painting.

Ritika, words can't describe
certain things, they have be felt.

The picture that you just took,
care to return it, please?

One more biscuit?
- No.

Rex, do you love Vikram
the same as I do?

"The bees that hum,
the breeze that slithers."

"Why does my quiver,
can anyone tell me?"

"This ambience is all
because we're in love."

"We're in love, oh, sweetheart."

"Now golden is the ground
and the sky's blue all around."

"Birds chirp away
melodious stories."

"Like a bud bathed along
the dew-soaked bough."

"An unknown fragrance
has permeated my breath."

"Has permeated my breath."

"The breeze imbued with fragrance
and wind hymns along."

"What's happening,
can anyone tell me?"

"This spring is all
because we're in love."

"We're in love, oh, sweetheart."

Vikram.

What is it?

Hey, stay away from Ritu.

Else, I'll gouge your eyes
out of their sockets.

Is it clear?

Mad.

What happened?
- Nothing.

There's something.

Very strange.
- What?

Your friend.

Why?

She threatened me...

...as if you're her wife
and I'm hitting on you.

Let me tell you a joke.

A man was drinking heavily
in a bar and crying.

Another man asks him
as to why he was crying.

He says, "My wife ran off
with my friend last night."

The second one says,
"Oh, so you're missing your wife?"

The first one replies,
"No, I'm feeling sorry for my friend".

Come on, laugh. It's a joke.

Vikram, you're always tense.
You get upset so easily. Why?

Or you think
that I'm not worth confiding in?

Ritika, to hear and understand
one's heart is one thing...

...and to feel it is another.

That's why I'm saying.
I think I'm not worth it.

Vikram, you know I love you deeply.

This small word 'love' always plays
around one's lips.

But when one searches
the depths of one's heart...

...and then bring it to lips,
it's not the same.

That's exactly
what I want to know, Vikram.

I can't bear your silence.

I'm sorry.

But I want to understand you,
I want to know you.

Nobody will understand.
Not even my father.

But not me.
I want to be a part of you.

Vikram, please help me out.
Share it with me.

Ritika, what I want to do, I can't.

And what I can do,
I don't ever want to.

I don't understand.

After completing my law...

...donning the black robe,
when I first stepped in court...

...I'd taken a vow...

...that I'd bring justice
to every innocent man.

I had self-confidence,
a dream to fulfil my ambition.

A desire to scale heights.

But when I looked close,
I realised...

...justice is just a commodity
in the marketplace of law.

Sister, here, have some tea.

Brother, I hope they haven't forgotten.
- No, relax.

You see, these people are
very influential people.

They don't care much
for minor cases.

But I spoke to them.
Something will surely come out of it.

You don't worry. Have your tea.

I can hardly breathe.

I'll be right back.

Sir... Sir...
- Kale, cigarette.

I forgot the cigarette.
I'll just get it. Should I?

Never mind now. Give me a 'beedi'
(cheap tobacco roll).

'Beedi'? Yes.

Sir, actually, the matter is that...

Sister is sitting outside.
Salim's mother.

Can Salim be saved, sir?

Why are you worrying?
Consider that Salim is free.

Okay, sir.
- Did you offer her tea?

She's can't even have water.
She's very stressed.

Sir will see her now. Call her in.
- Okay.

Come.

Sir, sister.

Please save my child. He's innocent.

You don't worry.
I know he's innocent.

I guarantee you,
no harm will be done to him.

Come, let's go see the boss.

Then? - Sir, even the second witness
didn't work out.

Mr. Kulkarni has stated...

...that after his dinner,
when he stood in his balcony smoking...

...he saw Salim getting
climbing down a pipe.

Sir, there are four points.

If he saw Salim
getting down the pipe...

...it means Salim's back
was towards him. - Right.

So how did he see Salim's face?
- You got a point, Vikram.

Sir, point no. 2, he's short
sighted. He wears glasses.

And his balcony is 50ft
away from the pipe. - Okay.

Mr. Kulkarni stays on the 5th floor,
and this flat is on the 1st floor.

From the top,
even if the face is seen...

...it's impossible to recognise it.

And, sir, finally,
it was a chilly night.

The place was
covered under a thick fog...

...and this weather report is
in 18th January's newspaper.

Hey, that's brilliant.

You're talking like a veteran, Vikram.

You know what this indicates?
- That our client is innocent.

No, it indicates that you'll
be a successful lawyer one day.

Thank you, sir.

Sister, just think that
your Salim's back home.

May God bless you.

I'll pray for you all my life.
I'll always be indebted to you, son.

Vikram, I hope you've
discussed the rest with her?

Sister.

Yes, after selling all I could,
I've managed to raise Rs.20,000.

What?
- Yes.

Rs.20,000?
- Yes.

Look, I don't even listen
to cases for Rs.20,000.

I'm sorry. Find some other lawyer.
I can't take your case.

No, please don't say that, sir.
He's all this widow has.

If even he's taken away,
I won't be able to live.

Sir, the case is fairly simple.
Please take it up.

She's poor, a widow.

And most importantly,
he's completely innocent.

See, Vikram,
we don't run a charity institution.

This is a professional place
run by professional people.

Do you understand that?

You should've discussed
money matters with me.

Anyway, forget it.

Study this file.
We have to take this case. Come on.

Sir... Sir... I...

Please, listen, my time's very precious.
Very precious.

All right, please.
- But, sir, what will she do?

Don't be emotional. I know my job.
All right? Bloody hell.

Son, you're a nice man.
You do something.

Have pity on me.

You've proved
Salim's innocence here.

Do it in the court as well.

I'll beg if needed, to repay you.

Sister, even I'm helpless.

I just work here.

But, son,
even you're a lawyer, right?

Okay, you wait outside.
I'll see what I can do.

Sir.
- Now what?

Sir, what if I take up this case?

Don't behave like a child, Vikram.

You can't appear in the court.
You won't be permitted.

And by the way, one should use brains,
not the heart, you know.

This is important.
This has no value.

Now study the file I gave you.
We have to take it on. Come on.

Kale, what took you so long?

I was stuck, Sir.

You're drunk, early in the morning?

Sir, you know I don't drink...

But one needs a lot of courage
to attend such a cremation.

Who died?

The lady who was here,
Salim's mother.

Salim was convicted
and she consumed poison.

You see, sir,
she had only one option.

You helped her along, and she...

Enough. I don't want to listen.

I'll talk to you later.

What is it?

You... You're the killer.
- What?

You killed her.
That woman committed suicide.

What nonsense?
What's wrong with you?

Salim's mother is dead.

You're responsible.

Salim is convicted.

You're responsible.

And for what, for money.

Money's everything. Right?

Relax, okay?
Just relax, Vikram. Relax.

I'm not the sole owner of this firm.

I'm answerable to my three partners.

I can't decide on my own, can I?

Whatever it is, he was innocent.
He was innocent.

I know he was innocent. I know.

But what can we do?

The company Salim worked for...

...its owners wanted
to get someone killed.

And they did.

They wanted to trap Salim,
and they did.

Because only people
like Salim get trapped.

These influential people can do anything.
They can do anything.

Forget public prosecutors
everybody can be bought here.

Now take the case of your father.

Aren't races rigged?
Aren't horses drugged?

And who gets caught?
The jockey or the syce.

These things happen, Vikram.
And that's the only way it works.

Stop it. Stop it.

If this is how it works,
then I don't want these cases.

If that's the way it is,
then I don't want these law books.

If this is what happens, to hell with
your court of law.

Do you understand me?
To hell with your court of law.

And here I am.

I never even turned back to court...

...where, the players of law
rape the blind justice everyday.

Don't be so bitter.

It can be changed.

You can change it.
People like you can change it.

That's exactly what I want to do.
But I no one's supporting me.

Family being the first on the list.

In fact, they think I'm not a fool,
but mad.

Then we should test this
madness till its limits.

What have you thought of?

What do you plan to do?
How do you want to go about it?

I want to open an institution...

...that can provide justice
to those helpless and poor.

I'll call it 'Nyaydarshan'.

It's a noble thought. But for this,
you need a lot of things.

Yes. Place, funds,
a likeminded lawyer.

All kind of support systems.

It's a huge task and I have nothing.

Why do you say that?

First let's check what we have.
We have you and me.

We have hope and we have faith.
- Devotion and commitment.

We have courage and determination.
- Love and affection.

Desire and spirit.

We already have so much.
The rest will also follow.

It'll have to.
Ritika, I can do anything for this.

And I'm a part of this
'anything' of yours.

Think about it.

I don't have the right to think.
It's from the heart.

Here, I take an oath.

I, Ritika Sehgal... Oh.

Sorry, I, Ritika Sanyal,
cross my heart and swear...

...that I'm with Vikram Sehgal
in everything he wants to do.

What if you legs
tremble in the future?

You can chop them off.
- No.

So you tell me.
I'll meekly accept any punishment.

You decide your own punishment.

What's the highest
form of punishment?

Depends.

Death?

Remarkable, isn't it?
I feel like going there.

Let's go.
- Really?

Hey, no.

Careful, ma'am.

Yes, sir.

See, sir,
the water's calm right now.

But it gets very violent
during high tide.

So don't take more than two hours.
Did you understand? - Yes,

Let's go.

Vikram.

What are you doing there?
- Immortalising our love.

Even I want to come there.

No, Ritika. It's too dangerous.

Ritika. Ritika.

Ritika, no. Ritika, don't come here.
Please.

Okay.

Careful.

Look, she fell in the water.

Good morning, Grandma.
- Good morning, Vikram. Have tea.

Thank you.

Who's playing the piano so loudly
early in the morning?

Ritika. She plays it out loud
when she in a bad mood.

But why is she in a bad mood?

Because of me, just to irritate her.

She was asking about you.
I said I don't like you at all.

She'll be okay in a while.
Freshen up. Breakfast's getting cold.

When she's angry,
she plays extremely well.

"Beautiful, adorable,
naive, sweet as honey..."

"...and soft as cotton, grandma."

"You filled my life
with stories and riddles."

"She pats my back and
puts me to sleep, grandma."

"You're my lullaby."

"You're my story."

"You're love is a pristine
memento of my childhood."

"You gave me the dolls..."

"...who became my friend."

"And yours was the playground..."

"...where my childhood played."

"You introduced me to
the gamut of colours."

"You made me realise,
how lovely the flowers are."

"You taught me deference."

"You taught me the way to dress."

"She'd call me with love."

"She'd teach me with love."

"She'd always tell me things."

"My grandma."

"You're my lullaby."

"You're my story."

"You're love is a pristine
memento of my childhood."

"You gave me the dolls..."

"...who became my friend."

"And yours was the playground..."

"...where my childhood played."

"Your grandma, too,
remembers everything."

"A while ago,
you were a little girl."

"Brimming with
mischief and adorable."

"Clothed in frocks,
with ribbons in your hair."

"Always playing, joyful, jovial."

"Stubborn at times,
and appeasing on another."

"An entire day of commotion.
And falling asleep in the evening..."

"...in my lap, in an instant."

"I remember it.
Even today, I remember it."

Papa, why did he shoot it?
- I told you to sit in the car.

Kamal, she's just a child.
Come, dear.

But why did you kill it.
It was our horse?

We killed it because it was our own.
His legs pained a lot.

It's cruel.

So I killed it.

Papa, how many gold
cups did it win for you?

Seven. It was an excellent horse.

It earned so much for you,
and you still killed it?

Shut up. Go and sit in the car.

Vikram.

Vikram.

Won't Mr. Kamal help us?

Never.

His kind will never
waste money for a good cause.

They build temples for publicity.

They'll donate sewing machines
to the poor widows.

They oblige them with
what they snatch from them.

In the name of charity.

Well, but the world
doesn't survive just on them.

Why? Why would anyone
splurge one's hard-earned money...

...just to save an innocent?

And not to forget the livelihood...

...that we, lawyers,
will be throwing out of the window.

You earn millions proving
a criminal innocent.

What sort of justice is that?

I believe that every man
has the right to justice.

But a poor man is
deprived of justice...

...only because he can't
fill the pockets of lawyers.

So what? The law provides lawyers
to those who can't afford.

Of course. But what kind of lawyers?

Mr. Mehra,
he's hinting at you I think?

Mr. Mehra.
- It's okay.

Disgusting.

That's like slandering
the judiciary itself.

Certainly not.

Dispensing of justice is
based on evidences, not truth.

And any able lawyer who's
aware of law's loopholes...

...can twist and bend evidences,
buy out witnesses.

Is any one of you prepared...

...to come forward and
reopen buried cases?

To appeal the case in
High Court without any charge?

And bring justice to
an innocent person?

I want not only me,
but all of us, to come together...

...for this noble cause.

Vikram.

Your idea is fantastic.

And we all are in favour
of your 'Nyaydarshan'.

But just be practical.

Vikram, we agree to
reopen such cases.

We'll even appeal it.

We won't even charge the poor.

But your institution has
to bear our expenses?

Bastards!

They're with and without me.
- I don't understand.

Because they don't want to help.

They want to sell help.

This is fantastic, Vikram.
- Thanks.

It's really a brilliant idea.
You've put it very well.

Hats off to your
devotion and dedication.

Thanks, D.
It really means a lot to me.

But, my dear boy,
how will you achieve this?

To achieve this,
you don't need a lawyer...

...but a committed
person like yourself.

That too in thousands.

And where will the money come from?

You must publish this.

Every right-thinking person
must read this.

Go ahead, my boy.

Behind every revolution
there's always only one man.

What a pity. Our generation
didn't get such ideas.

Yes, son, what are you looking for?

Today's paper, Mother. Where is it?

It's with your father.
- And where's he?

In the toilet.

Why did you do that?

There's a village down there.
What if it falls on someone?

It kills.

Ritika.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Vikram, I love you.

Ritika.
- I love you.

I love you.
- Vikram, I love you.

Ritika.
- I love you.

I love you.
- Vikram.

'I love you.
- Vikram, I love you.'

'Ritika.'

It's nice seeing you after a long time.
- Same here.

Hi.
- Hi.

How have you been?
- Fine.

Hi, Vikram.

Cheers!
- Hi!

Where were you?

Everyone's waiting for you.

Come on, let me
introduce you to everyone.

Here, here, here.

Ladies and gentlemen,
bureaucrats and businessmen.

Brokers and agents...

...meet Mr. Vikram Sehgal,
the great crusader.

Here's the toast
to Vikram's fantastic article.

Cheers.

But I don't know how
many of you read it.

Doesn't matter.

If you haven't, then
read when you go home.

You'll lose all your sleep.

You'll be shocked to your core.
- Enough. Enough, Behram.

Behram doesn't care for a soul.

Who do they think they are?

That's the last drink you're having.

Who says that?
- I say that.

Who are you to say that?

I still have to drink with Vikram.

Vikram doesn't drink.
- Who says that?

He says that.
- Him?

I'll shut him up right away.

But let me say a few words, too.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...there'll be a revolution here, too,
in India.

And don't talk about Russia.

That's another story.

If you still fail to see the light...

...it'll be a calamity.
- Driver, go and drop him home.

Hang on. At least let me finish.

So where was I?

If we fail to adhere
to Vikram's ideas...

...the edifice of the judiciary
will collapse.

Democracy will come to the streets.

Not that it is any good as of now.

Then don't crib that
Behram didn't warn you.

Sehgal, America's introduction
of satellite channels...

...has put our culture
on the back burner.

These people are
corrupting new generation.

Ever since one of them
walked on the moon...

...they've been thinking that the
whole world is under their feet.

Uncle, you?
- Yes.

When did you come?
- This evening.

How are you?
- I'm fine.

You're not attending the party?

Forget about these parties.
You know I'm not fit for this.

Had it been a party of sweets...

...I'd have been the
first person there.

I read your article. I liked it.

It felt good to know that
I'm not the only crazy in this family.

I'm glad that you came.
- By the way, what's the response?

A lot of pats.

So, this party must
be exactly for that.

It certainly is.

The credit goes to my father...

...for doing me the favour of
bringing me in this world.

His friends insulted
me for 'Nyaydarshan'.

And papa believes...

...that it's a fixation,
and I'll grow out of it.

I know, dear. Such people either
shower praises or throw slurs.

But the reason I came here
is because of your article.

How much do you need
for your 'Nyaydarshan'?

Millions.
- You don't worry. I'll arrange it.

You? But how?

I'll sell my farmhouse.

Now, you've gone crazy.

No, dear. Just think for a while.

Geeta will be married the next year.
What other responsibility do I have?

And how much does
a married couple need?

I've spoken to your aunt,
too, and she has no objection.

But I do.

How do you expect me to work
with this burden on my head?

Now I want to do something and
you aren't letting me to do it.

No, Uncle.

You came here. You encouraged me.
That means a lot.

I'll never forget this gesture.

Come on.

Someone's there.

Hey, Vikram.
I've been looking for you.

Congratulations. I read your article.
It was good.

What do you say...
- Fantastic.

That's the word. Fantastic.

So, what are you doing about it?
- About what?

About my plan.

You carry your chequebook, right?
- Chequebook?

Write a cheque for Rs.500,000
in my name.

Come on. You must be joking.
- I'm not joking.

You've earned so much of wealth.

I'm asking you to use it
for a good cause.

By the way,
where are those billions...

...that you've been
guarding like hissing vermin?

I don't need your praises.
I need money.

Sehgal.

Is there something wrong with your son?
- Why?

I think you should watch him.
He's not right in his mind.

Vikram.

Stop, Vikram.

Amazing. You drive as
if you're flying an airplane.

I thought that you
didn't even hear me.

It was as if you'd never stop.

Bachelor Simon.

I heard you, and stopped, too.

Where are you these days?

I don't see you or your horse.
- Actually...

Oh, I get it.
That girl got you, right?

Ritika. Forget that. It's almost evening
and you're still here?

Listen, there are two
types of people in India.

First, who do double the work.

Second, who don't work at all.
- Like me.

Got you.

The way you were
rushing down the steps...

...it looked as if you were
escaping after robbing the bank.

Who, me? I guard the bank.

I can't even loot a grocery store.

But what's the big deal in
robbing a bank? Way easy.

We read in the newspapers everyday.

Scam at place A,
bank robbery at place B.

Speaking of robbery...

...I saw a good movie
yesterday on bank robbery.

It seemed as if a bank
employee wrote the script.

Anyway, cup of tea?

What movie was that?
- The Great Bank Robbery.

Take him.
- Everything will be all right. Come on.

I said, come on.

Who are they?
- Come, come.

Who are you?
- Why have you come here?

Sir, we've come to meet Mr. Vikram.

Hello, Mr. Vikram.

Hello, ma'am.
- Hello.

I knew you'd help the poor, sir.

I read your article to these folks.

They've come to you
with great expectations.

Are all of them facing a trial?
- Yes, sir.

They all have been framed some
or the other way.

They all are innocent.

I know they're innocent.

Sir, my brother...

He beat up that goon who was
trying to rape our sister.

But he didn't kill him, sir. No.

Yet, he was accused of murder.

They fired my son.
He didn't do anything, sir.

No hearing at all, sir.
He was all we had.

He was the sole breadwinner.

You tell us, what should we do?
Where do we go?

The curse of being poor
has left us in shambles.

My brother has been sent for life.

If I don't get justice I'll get all of them.
- Shut up.

Doctors operated me for appendicitis,
and removed my kidney.

My husband was a truck driver.

The owner tempted him
with some money...

...and told him to
deliver some drugs.

When he was caught, the owner
didn't even help with his release.

Turned a blind eye towards us.

The case has been going
on for two years, sir.

By doing household chores,
I manage to feed the house...

...but it doesn't buy me a lawyer.

Ma'am, for that I have to sell myself.

I have to sleep with others.

It has made me a prostitute.

'It has made me a prostitute.'

'Doctors operated me for appendicitis,
and removed my kidney.'

I could never imagine
this facet of life.

At any cost, I mean, any cost,
you must start this institution.

Did you read my article, father?
- Yes, I did.

Many read it and even praised it.
- I know.

Papa, I need money
to start this institution.

Despite my best of efforts
I couldn't get anything.

Are you listening?

Then I'm sure you know
that charity begins at home.

Please, Vikram, for heaven sake.

I can't entertain this madness,
this obsession.

Fine, I'll give you a cheque
for Rs.11,000 in the morning.

And I think that
would end the matter.

It's not that easy, sir.

What I need from you is at
least Rs1.1 million, not Rs.11,000.

Rs.1.1million?
What world are you in?

Not in your world, though.

Where no one's a human to you...

...except the people
from your own community.

Uncle Sharan being the exception.
- What, Sharan?

Yes, Uncle Sharan.

When you were making deals worth
millions at yesterday's party...

...Uncle Sharan came
to meet me, just me.

Because he read my article
and offered to give me a million.

A million from your Uncle Sharan?

He must've meant one million pence.

No, it was a million.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have
mentioned selling his farm.

I refused because the farm
is his only means of income.

I've met greater fools in my life
than your Uncle Sharan.

Maybe. But I'm can't
do the foolishness...

...of calling Uncle Sharan a fool.
- You're being insolent.

That's how you think.

Papa, if I want to use
my education and law...

...to help get justice for the poor,
then why is it insolence?

People like Uncle Sharan...

...are willing to put everything
on line for this cause.

That, too, is insolence?

If that's how it is, then we're
not worthy of each other, Papa.

Then disown me.

Disown you?

Legally, you cut me
off from your will.

But I, right now,
renounce your name.

We don't share
a relationship anymore.

What happened?
- He's gone crazy.

He asks me to disown him,
and has renounced me.

Too much of law has
corrupted his mind.

The reality will
bring back his senses.

Don't worry.

'He was all we had.
- Yet, he was accused of murder.'

'Doctors operated me for appendicitis,
and removed my kidney.'

'Its owners wanted to get
someone killed. And they did.'

'The curse of being poor
has left us in shambles.'

'They wanted to trap Salim,
and they did.'

'He's all this widow has.
- Because only people like Salim...'

'...get trapped.
- If even he's taken away...'

'...I won't be able to live.'

'I manage to feed the house,
but it doesn't buy me a lawyer.'

'Ma'am, for that I have to sell myself.'

'I have to sleep with others.'

'It has made me a prostitute.
- How will you achieve it?'

'To achieve this, you
don't need a lawyer...'

'...but a committed
person like yourself.'

'And where will the money come from?
- I'll sell my farmhouse.'

'After selling all I could,
I've managed to raise Rs.20,000.'

'I don't even listen
to cases for Rs.20,000.'

'We agree to reopen such cases.'

'But your institution
has to bear our expenses?'

'See, Vikram, we don't
run a charity institution.'

'Forget public prosecutors.
- Everyone can be bought here.'

'They've come to you
with great expectations.'

'If I was of your age,
I would've robbed a bank...'

'...to get this thing done.'
- 'What identity do you have?

'But what's the big deal in
robbing a bank? Way easy.'

'I knew you'd help the poor, sir.'

'But, son, even you're a lawyer, right?'

'She had only one option.
You helped her along, and she...'

Come on, follow me. Come on.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

I've arranged for the money.

Really, how?

By looting a bank.

What did you say?
- What you heard.

I've decided to rob a bank.

You've passed the driving test.

Friday, the 13th.

Friday, the 13th.

Freeze.

Frozen.

Come in. Shut the door.

How did you come?
- Through the garage door.

Did anyone see you?

Not a soul.

Fantastic.

Sneaked in...

...exactly like a pussycat.

Without knowing it yourself.

Come in.

Good, isn't it? Why, what happened?

Vikram, I'm scared.

There you go again.

Even with me around you're scared.
You're insulting me.

What if there are armed guards?
- There are no armed guards.

My information is absolutely right.
- What if they're there?

Then, I'll kill them.

You'll kill them?

You'll kill people?

So is looting a bank
any less than murder?

Vikram, I advise you to drop this.

We're bound to pay
regardless of the outcome.

If you succeed, it's a crime.
If you don't, you can lose your life.

We'll manage to raise the money,
somehow, from somewhere.

How and from where?

Haven't we already
tried everything else?

Whatever it is,
but I won't let you do this.

Now, you're behaving like a coward.

And you know I can't stand this.

Vikram, try to understand.
I love you.

Enough with your 'Love'.
It's not love, but selfishness.

Do you remember the
tortured faces of the folks...

...that stood at my doorstep?

Or have you
forgotten those sad eyes?

I thought you'll empathise with them.

That their sufferings are
more important than your love.

I was mistaken...

...to trust a woman
who's a blood hypocrite.

Vikram, try to understand.
- I understand everything now.

Now you go and leave me alone.

"There's a pearl in the oyster."

"But nobody cares to pick it."

"There's a pearl in the oyster."

"But nobody cares to pick it."

"I had something to say..."

"I had something to say..."

"...but there's no one to listen."

"There's a pearl in the oyster."

"But nobody cares to pick it."

Hello?

Hello?

"When have you ever found joy..."

"...in this cold-hearted world?"

"All I found was sorrows..."

"...in the guise of happiness."

"There's a pearl in the oyster."

"But nobody cares to pick it."

"I had something to say..."

"...but there's no one to listen."

Ritu, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have behaved
that way. Forgive me, please?

Even you're great. I said something
and you just walked off?

I'm sorry.

Come, let's go.

Ritika. Hey, Ritika.

What happened?

I'm selfish.

You think I'm selfish.

You can tell me whatever you want,
whenever you want.

You can curse me, humiliate me.

I'm selfish.

You want me to agree
to any wrong decisions you take.

Isn't that what you want?

Let's go.

Ritika.

Ritika, please forgive me for
all misunderstandings between us.

I've written some of
my thoughts in this.

Please read it.

Goodnight.

'My Ritika, when a man loves
someone with all his heart...'

'...and wants her to be a partner
in his crime...'

'...his responsibility
and sufferings multiplies.'

'After I turned you out last night,
I went through this suffering.'

'But that's not the only
reason I wrote this letter.'

'When I put forward my
intentions before you...'

'...you were shocked, scared.'

'Your loyalty faltered.'

'It was your promise, Ritika...'

'...that if any one of us
falters in our commitment...'

'...the punishment would be death.'

'Vikram.'

Come on.

Come on.

I didn't do anything, sir.

No, sir, forgive me.

Hey.

What's this? Why did you beat him?

He can't handle a horse.
He hurt it and it's bleeding now.

Even he's bleeding.

Who do you think you are, messiah?

You can see others' weaknesses.
What about your own?

What have you done
for others till date?

You haven't even done
anything for yourself.

You left the law firm
because they didn't agree...

...to fight that
lady's case for less fees.

Why should they? It's their job.

Why are you forcing people
to follow your principles?

Father didn't give you money,
you left him.

In future, if I don't listen to you,
you'll leave me, too.

I know you very well.

You and your 'Nyaydarshan'.

Have you got justice
to at least one person?

If nobody supports you
then walk alone.

You know the destination.

But you won't,
because you want an easy path.

You'll loot a bank?

You're making yourself a
bloody laughing stock.

Bloody clown.

You're right.

You're right.

Vikram, please... don't loot a bank.

Friday, 13th.

Our society has rotten
to such an extent...

...that one feels sorry for it,
and disgust for oneself.

The moment you pick up
papers in the morning...

...it's only scams, extortions,
murders, rapes.

What has happened to this country?

Disgusting.

Sir, I'm certain now.

I'll be able to raise the money,
for Nyaydarshan.

Congratulations.

That's why I came to see you.

Yes, what can I do for you?

You'll have to become the
president of this institution.

Me, really?

Well that's an honour for me.

But, by the way, Vikram...

...how are you going
to manage this money?

Not right now.
I'll tell you after it's done.

All the best.
- Cheers.

Vikram.

Here's the money.
You wanted money, right?

Here, take it.

Interesting.

Don't take it lightly, Vikram.

Come on, Ritika.
It was only a dream.

Still... don't ignore it.

My dreams come true.

Despite being literate,
you believe in such things?

Come on, don't be superstitious.

Don't worry unnecessarily.

I'll drop you home. You need rest.

Go.

Vikram...
- No, I don't want to see you again.

Hey, drive ahead.

Mr. Raghavan's here.
- Raghavan reporting, sir.

Good morning, sir.

You both will stay here and
Mr. Raghavan, you'll go inside.

Vikram, what are you doing here?
- I've come to loot the bank.

That day you said
anybody could loot a bank.

I thought to give it a try.
- Don't say such things.

Someone has really planned
to loot the bank today.

Really?
- Yes.

Someone informed us on the phone.

May be it's just a prank.
But we can't take a chance.

That's why the police are
guarding the entire vicinity.

Precautions should be taken.
- Yes, we're taking it.

Wonder who the caller is?

I have a niece. She loves
making prank calls. Maybe it's her?

Oh, so the caller was a female?

Yes. Well, forget all this.

Will you have a cup of tea?
- Next time.

Mr. Sehgal, people cite your example
for being an animal lover.

What happened? Anything wrong?

May be it's the devil in me.

The death was due to drowning.

Suicide or murder?
That was the question before us.

There's a witness to this incident.

An old woman.
- What are you trying to say?

Mrs. D'Souza,
the owner of the bungalow...

...has told us a lot
about your quarrels with her.

Quarrelling?
- Yes, quarrels.

Squabbles, arguments. Pick any one.

And her friend, too,
was of the opinion...

...that Ms. Ritika Sanyal
has been quite upset of late.

Her diary supports this statement.

She was scared that
she might lose you.

You mentioned
something about the diary.

Right. You were planning
some dangerous adventure.

Adventure?

This has everything.

No, Mr. Sehgal. It's evidence,
to be produced in court.

What happened?

Your Honour,
after all the witnesses' depositions...

...every aspect of this
case is crystal clear now.

Along with the fact,
as to who the culprit is.

Even though Mr. Sehgal
is fighting his own case...

...by the special
permission granted by the court...

...if you were to ask me,
it'd been better...

...had he hired an
experienced lawyer.

It would've saved court's time...

...and made things
a little easier for me.

Your Honour, I'm not here
make things easy for him...

...but to defend myself.

What will you defend?
There's nothing left in this case.

This case is over.

Inspector, so Vikram Sehgal
did try to save the girl's life...

...but he was unsuccessful?
- Yes.

That's all, Your Honour.

Inspector, just now you
mentioned in the court...

...that Vikram Sehgal tried to
save the girl, but failed to do so.

Mr. Sehgal must've told you so, right?
- Yes.

That means you're
speaking his words.

You can say that.
- And you're well aware...

...that Mr. Sehgal is
the accused in this case.

I know.
- Good.

Your Honour, point to be noted.

Okay, Pakiya, go ahead.

Madam who was with
him fell into the sea.

The sea was very violent.
It was very dangerous.

But he fought like a lion
and saved the girl.

These days,
we don't see such people...

...who risk their own
lives for saving others.

Do you think the man who
risked his life to save that girl...

...would kill her?
- Objection, Your Honour.

Mr. Sehgal is trying to force a conclusion.
- Sustained.

Do you remember our second visit.

How was I? How did I behave?

What can I say, sir? He broke down...

...and cried near
the body of his love.

That's all, Your Honour.

Just as you were about to
accomplish your mission...

...you got stuck in this case.

I can only call it a coincidence.

Yes. Nothing else.

But, Vikram, where were you
going to arrange the money from?

Sir, I respect you immensely
and I can't lie to you.

But before I answer,
I'd like to ask you some questions?

Yes, go ahead.

Sir, if a poor man steals
to feed a starving family...

...what would be your reaction?

I'd overlook it.

If someone were to do the same
to save an innocent?

Then... I won't take him to be wrong.

And if such innocents
are in multitudes, then?

Then it becomes a noble deed.

This is the answer to your question.

Mrs. D'Souza, you said that
Ritika was a very nice girl...

...and then she suddenly changed.

What do you mean by this?

Well, earlier
she was a fun-loving girl, jovial.

But later she became
quite sad and annoyed, too.

What was the reason for
this change in behaviour?

Did you ever try to find out?

I never tried to find out.

The other girls told me themselves.
- What?

That her boyfriend was
responsible for this.

I see.

So they must've also told you
who her boyfriend was?

Of course, they did.
Mr. Vikram Sehgal, that boy.

Your witness, Mr. Sehgal.

Mrs. D'Souza, how long have
you bee keeping paying guests...

...at your bungalow?

Ten years ago,
ever since Henry died.

How many girls live
there on an average basis?

Not many, ten.

Ten? And I'm sure you
know their surnames, too?

What a question to ask.

I know everything about my girls,
Your Honour.

Of course, you have a good memory.
- Yes, thank you.

So please recall what happened
on the 27th December, last year?

27th of December?
- Yes, 27th December.

You don't remember?
Let me remind you.

On 27th December,
one of your girls Ms. Monica Rao...

...was arrested on
prostitution charges...

...and the police had
questioned you, too, for the same.

I object, Your Honour.

Mr. Sehgal's question bears
no relevance to this case.

Sustained.

Mrs. D'Souza, isn't it true...

...that you're very for
organising huge parties...

...where only wine and
women play an important role?

And you detested the fact that
Ritika Sanyal had a boyfriend...

...because you knew that
you wouldn't be benefited from it.

Ms. Neelima Sawhney...

...how long have you been
staying in this bungalow?

About two years.
- Two years.

In the same room as that of Ritika?

No. The first year
I was in another room.

Then how did you come here?

Ritika's roommate left.
So I moved in.

Any special reason?

It was a better room.

It was a better room.

So for the past one year,
you and Ritika lived in the same room?

Yes.

Then it's obvious that
you knew her well? - Yes.

Very well?
- Yes, I knew her very well.

Then you must know of
her affair, too? - Yes.

So you must've have
discussed it, too?

No doubt. She never
kept anything from me.

Even the fact, who she loved,
how that person is, etc.? - Yes.

What was your reaction?
- It was her affair.

How's my reaction concerned?

I mean, did you take
an interest in it...

...you weighed its pros and
cons to her, got bored...

...or were you offended?

Answer me, Ms. Sawhney?
- I didn't feel anything.

She told me and I just listened.
That's all.

You didn't get angry?
- Why should I be?

Where did the two of you sleep?
- What do you mean?

In our room, of course.

Where exactly in the room?
- On our respective beds.

On a different bed, or the same?

Objection, Your Honour.

Such questions are equivalent
to slandering the witness.

Your Honour, you'll realise,
that I have a positive reason.

Your Honour, such things
can't be discussed out loud.

But there's enough
space between two beds.

You may proceed.
- Thank you.

So tell me,
different or the same bed?

Sometimes on the same bed.

We used to talk till
rather late into the night...

...and then fall asleep.

No other reason
apart from conversation?

Objection, Your Honour.

Your Honour, such questions
are beyond the limits of decency.

Sustained.

Ms. Neelima Sawhney,
do you recall a certain night...

...outside a discotheque
about eight months ago?

No, I don't know
which night you mean.

You don't? But someone even
remembers what you wore that night.

Why are you asking me all this?
- You wore tight-fitting jeans...

...a leather jacket
and boots to match.

Everyone was dancing
to English music.

But suddenly they
turned towards you, why?

What nonsense is this?

You walked straight
through the crowd...

...up to Vikram Sehgal.
- It's a lie.

It's all true. You even
threatened Vikram. - Lie.

And asked him to
stay away from Ritika...

...or, "Else, I'll gouge your
eyes out of their sockets."

This is a lie.
- A lie? Your Honour...

...I can produce Pooja,
Amit, and Rajesh as witnesses?

No need. Yes, I said it.

I hate you.

I hate you even now. In fact,
I want to kill you right now.

Order, order.
- Your Honour, I don't get this.

What is Mr. Sehgal trying to prove?

This is irrelevant. It has no
relevance to the case at all.

It is relevant, Your Honour.
- Proceed, Mr. Sehgal.

Ms. Neelima Sawhney,
you admitted in this court...

...that you threatened
Mr. Vikram Sehgal.

May I ask why?
Because you were jealous of me.

Because loved Ritika.
Just like a man would love a woman.

You scoundrel.

Funny, isn't it?
That to win a case...

...one has to dig up filth sometimes.

Like character assassination.

This destroys a person completely,
at times.

That's what makes me
hate this profession.

But you still had to do it, right?

What other option
did I have than this?

Or else, I don't have any
personal grudges with Neelima.

I still can't believe it.

The death of Ritika...

...you fighting the case.

And the case itself is so strange.

Sir, can anyone tell the difference
between reality and illusion?

Or the line where reality
ends and the other begins?

No one can.

Because reality and illusion
differ from person to person.

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Everything you do
is a fatal torment."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Everything you do... everything..."

"Everything you do is fatal."

"Your love..."

"Your love is a fatal illusion."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"The heart is restless
and I am distressed."

"Don't lose your life in jest."

"My dreams are yours."

"That brought a storm in this life."

"For me..."

"For me, the favours
you did are fatal."

"Your love is a fatal illusion."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Ain't nobody loves me better."

"Makes me happy,
makes me feel this way."

"Ain't nobody loves me better."

"Makes me happy,
makes me feel this way."

"What more remedies do I look for..."

"...for this burning body."

"This heart finds no
peace without you."

"My life is lonely without you."

"Where are you lost?"

"Have mercy on me.
I bind you with my oath."

"Your dedication is fatal."

"A fire that has raged
from within is fatal."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

"Fatal."

What are you saying?

Your Honour,
she's taking back her words.

She's a hostile witness.

I request the court to pay no
heed to her testimony. And...

Your Honour,
I'd still like to question this witness.

Permission granted. You may proceed.

Hello, Aunt.
- Hello.

You recognise me?

Yes.
- How?

The police showed me you picture
and asked you were that man.

And I recognised you.

So you wouldn't have
otherwise recognised me?

Are you crazy? How would I
recognise without the photo?

Point to be noted, Your Honour.

Aunt, in your
statement to the police...

...you said you weren't alone there.

There were two other women.

Yes, Ganga and Rita, my friends.

So even they must've
seen what you did, right?

Are you out of your mind?
They were behind the rocks.

How would they see?

Okay, now tell me. What did you do...

...when the girl lost her
grip and fell into the sea?

I ran to them and called
out to Ganga and Rita.

How much time did it take
you to go to them, call them...

...and return, one minute,
two minutes?

Could be.

Then, how could you've seen
the man run towards the steps...

...and stopped at the
spot where the woman fell?

Right. Sir, he's right.
I thought I saw.

Aunt, someone's life's at stake.
So think hard and tell me...

...if you indeed saw him,
or you just thought you saw?

And after you called
up the other ladies...

...the three of you were
looking for the girl, right? - Yes.

So how did you see the man?

Makes sense.

I'm a bit confused...

That's all, Your Honour.

Your Honour, I'd like to question
the accused Mr. Vikram Sehgal.

If Mr. Sehgal doesn't mind it?

To help solve the case,
then why not?

Can you tell me what
'danger' was troubling Ms. Sanyal?

By whatever means, what
were you trying to achieve?

As per the rules of article 21,
I don't have to answer you.

No problem. But you will, later.

Listen...

'September 22.
My worst fear has come true.'

'For a moment there,
I thought I've lost Vikram.'

'My conscience stopped me.
And I wanted to stop Vikram.'

'But he couldn't take it,
and ditched me.'

'All alone on a deserted road.'

'As if I was
stripped of my identity.'

'My loyalty was being questioned.'

'Then I saw Vikram's car
approaching from front.'

This letter was written the
following day, 23rd September.

You wrote it, and it
has your signature, too.

Do you recognise this?
- Yes.

Will you read it out, or...
- You may read it.

Okay.

'My Ritika, when a man loves
someone with all his heart...'

'...and wants her to be a
partner in his crime...'

'...his responsibility
and sufferings multiplies.'

'After I turned you out last night,
I went through this suffering.'

'But that's not the only
reason I wrote this letter.'

'When I put forward my
intentions before you...'

'...you were shocked, scared.'

'Your loyalty faltered.'

'It was your promise, Ritika,'

'...that if any one of us
falters in our commitment...'

'...the punishment would be death.'

'My love, we know the path,
the destination, too...'

'...but a long journey ahead of us.'

'Yours Vikram.'

Mr. Sehgal, do you have
anything to say about this?

No.
- Good.

Your Honour, it's my request...

...to accept this
letter as an evidence.

Neelima.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? What are
you saying sorry for?

What are you saying sorry for?

You and your sorry.

Listen, Neelima, please.
Believe me, I never thought ill of you.

Never thought ill of you, my foot.

How can you say that after all this?

You think it was right to
humiliate me in the court?

You haven't left me
any dignity to walk with.

Was that right? And you
have the guts to say sorry.

You've made a mockery of my love.

Remember, I love Ritika a lot.

Love her with all my heart
and will always love her.

But not the way you proved it
in the court.

I was helpless.

I'm sorry that I...
- Sorry?

Are you sorry for
your helplessness...

...or are you empathising with me?

Thank you.
I don't need your sympathy.

Perhaps, you have no idea
that I know everything.

And what you think is the truth
is just your assumption.

I can destroy you if I want.

But now I feel sorry for you.

Mr. Sehgal, everyone's aware that...

...you wanted to start
an organization for justice.

What did you name it?
- Nyaydarshan.

How much money did you need
for that organisation.

Around 2-3 million.

And you even wrote
an article for the same...

...in the Saturday Times?
- Yes.

How was the response?

A lot of praises.

In short, nothing was gained.

If by that you mean, money,
then, none.

And you wanted to start
this organisation at any cost.

And you were willing to do anything.
- Yes.

Even something illegal.

Mr. Mehra, I'm not obliged to answer that.

Mr. Sehgal, you're under oath.

An innocent girl lost her life
and you're teaching us law?

The truth, Mr. Mehra...

...is that the girl you're
referring to was my life.

Despite that, I'm sorry to say,
you aren't cooperating.

See, I don't want to waste court's time.

But if you still refuse to cooperate...

...then let me show you
the last entry in this diary...

...which will prove as to
how much you loved her.

The 13th of December.

'Oh, Lord, what a terrible dream.
I saw Vikram being shot.'

'I couldn't just ignore it.
My dreams always come true.'

'I must stop him.
I must inform him about my dream.'

'It's 2 in the night,
but I still went to meet Vikram.'

'As soon as I told him,
his eyes flared with anger.'

Your Honour, please note this line.

'His face hardened.
I thought he'd strangle me to death.'

'But gradually, he calmed down.'

'He asked me that being a literate...'

'...I shouldn't think too
much into this dream.'

'If he carries out his plans,
it would be a suicide.'

'And I'm a part of it.
How should I stop him?'

'Should I talk to Neelu?
But that would be betrayal.'

'Suddenly I remembered
Vikram's letter...'

'...where he'd mentioned
my faltering loyalty.'

'What should I do? Commit suicide?'

'But, can killing myself save Vikram?'

'Even if I have to die to save him,
I don't care.'

That's the story about the night.

Next morning, at 9:30,
you took Ms. Sanyal with you.

Yes.
- And no one saw her after that.

As per the record.

The diary shows that
she was sure of her end.

Seems so.

And you're certain that Ms. Sanyal
could never commit suicide?

Yes, I've said it before,
and I say it even now.

Your Honour, as per the
last entry in this diary...

...Ms. Sanyal was certain that
if she doesn't commit suicide...

...her lover would surely kill her.

Now if she'd dropped the idea of suicide,
what remains?

Murder.

Your Honour, diary's entries
and circumstantial evidences...

...proves this theory.

The question is, what deadly
step Mr. Sehgal was about to take...

...which Ms. Sanyal opposed
to be a part of.

If that's known,
the entire case will be solved.

Yes, but what was that plan?
- He knows it very well.

But is refusing to tell us
under the excuse of law.

Disgusting.

Your Honour, it's possible that
there was a third person...

...whom Ms. Sanyal mentioned this plan to.

Especially, after she had the dream.

Is there anyone here who might
know about Mr. Sehgal's plans?

Is there anyone
who can help the law?

An innocent girl lost her life.
Can anyone get her justice?

Your Honour, perhaps Vikram Sehgal
intended to rob the bank.

What? What are you saying?

Yes, he wanted to rob the bank.

Ritika and Vikram loved each other.

They both had agreed to
the punishment of death...

...if either of them
were to turn disloyal.

Vikram Sehgal wanted to start
an institution, 'Nyaydarshan'.

He had a dream to get
justice for the poor.

But an institution
can't run on air and water.

It needs money and lots of it.

So he asked his father
and friends for help.

Forget help, they mocked him.

Then he wrote an article,
"Will we hang an innocent man?"

It was published.
He was praised and he got a lot of pats.

But no one came forward to help.

Vikram grew restless.

How to arrange the money
to realise his dream?

And then he an idea
crossed his mind, bank.

Bank was the only source of
such a huge amount of money.

Vikram decides to loot the bank.

But a single man can't loot a bank.

Ritika was the only one
he thought of as family.

Vikram reveals his plans to Ritika.

Ritika couldn't believe...

...that her lover could
resort to a grave crime...

...as looting a bank.

She gets scared.

This enrages Vikram and
throws her out of the house.

But Vikram's in love.
He regrets his behaviour.

He sets out to patch things up
with his lover.

He found her and was assuaged.

That was his biggest mistake.

Ritika surrenders herself
to Vikram completely.

He draws out plans with
renewed enthusiasm and hope...

...to rob the bank.

The day of 13th December dawns.

The day set for robbing the bank.

Vikram was all ready with his plans.

And had charted out
all the minute details.

Crime was the foundation of
the noble cause, 'Nyaydarshan'.

But suddenly, Ritika has a dream.

A dream that would spell doom
for the dream of Nyaydarshan.

Ritika refuses to abet Vikram.

Everything falls apart in a second.
Who's responsible?

A weak woman. A weak companion.

Fine, not a big deal.
Vikram decides to carry out the plan...

...all alone.

But what happens next
ravages Vikram's patience.

She calls up and alerts the bank.
Such a big betrayal?

The punishment decided was death.

Since the culprit was his lover...

...the punishment has to
be carried out mildly.

So he takes her to
the same old fort in ruins.

The two of them engage in a
game of hide and seek, like kids.

They run along the
floors of the fort...

...and with all his love,
gives his lover a memorable death.

A death which would look like
suicide or an accident.

Your Honour, the story ends here.

A strange tale of two lovers.

A tale of crime.

Of love and betrayal.

Is this your confession or
just a fabricated story?

Confession? No way, Your Honour.

I just joined bits and pieces
from the available circumstances...

...to come up with a story...

...for the benefit of, Mr. Mehra.

Your Honour, I've never
heard such a pathetic...

...and childish story in my entire life.

For the lack of adequate evidence...

...Vikram Sehgal is pronounced
not guilty of this charge.

Please sit down.

Please.

Why didn't you tell the court?
- What?

Whatever you knew.

What else could I say?

You revealed things
that even I didn't know.

Ritu's left something for you.

Bloody clown.

She's right.

She's right?

By the way, Vikram...

...Ritu didn't call up the bank, I did.

Vikram. Vikram.

Son, I have good news for you.

Your father has agreed
to give you money for your institution.

Come and thank him.
- Now I don't need the money, Mother.

Why? Anyway, come.
- I'm not coming.

People want to wish you.
- I'm not coming.

Why, Son?

Mother, you know how stubborn I am.

Please don't force me.

Okay.

Yes, you were saying something.

Friends, here's a toast to my son...

...Vikram. Cheers.

Here's a toast to Vikram.

But what kind of a toast is this?
Where's Vikram?

At least call him.

Then don't say that
Behram didn't caution you.

Cheers.
- Thank you.

Hi, how are you?

'Vikram, congratulation on your success.'

'You remember when you
visited me along with Ritika?'

'On seeing the black rose
you jumped like a kid.'

'And I also remember,
when a thorn pricked Ritika...'

'...I could see the pain on your face.'

'I'm sending you a similar
kind of black rose for you.'

'With all love. Yours, Grandma.'

Hey, don't cry. It's okay.

Vikram...

...it was decided between us...

...that if any one of us falters...

...the punishment would be death.

If you want to kill me, kill me.

I'm all yours.

Hey, come on.
Don't be silly. It's okay.

And punishment for what?

Whatever you did, was for me, right?

Forget everything.

Come on. Cheer up.

I love you and you love me.

You love me, right?

I want to see love in these eyes,
not tears.

It kills?

'Ritika.
- Vikram.'

'I love you.
- I love you.'

'Love you.
- I love you, too.'

'It kills.'

'Ritika, I love you.
- Vikram...'

'...I love you.'

'It kills.
- Vikram...'

'...I love you.'

Everyone freeze.

Nobody move. You!

Come on, get to the wall.

To the wall, everybody.

You, get back.

Don't move. Fill the money.

Come on. I said, fill the money.
Come on.

Hurry. Hurry up.

Vikram.

'Ritika...'

'...what you saw wasn't a dream,
but the reality.'

'You're my dream...'

'...and my reality.'

'Nothing remains,
not dream or reality.'

'All I see, is you.'

'I'm immortalising our love.'