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I was talking to Uncle the other day.

He's worried about his daughter.

She wants to make films.

Says she won't get married.

No need to worry about either of them.

Especially the second one.

Saying from personal experience.

Nonsense!

Listen.

Uncle has asked you so many times.

Can't you find Tutun a job in your office?

What's the use?

Uncle is a barrister. He won't get it.

No point doing nine-to-five jobs.

She'll have to learn office politics.

Or she won't get promotion.

She's not made for it.

It's better she makes films.

There you go again with office politics.

Can't help it.

I'll take the initiative for projects year after year.

But someone else will have the cake.

Hey, that reminds me.

It's Uncle's birthday on Sunday.

Get off early.

And pick me up on your way back.

- This way, sir. - Let's go.

Seven-day leave again?

Sorry, sir.

It's a family emergency.

Some land dispute.

So you're finally taking up responsibility?

They're hosting my birthday party on Sunday.

Do come over.

I have an important hearing on Friday.

Keep the papers ready.

Don't worry, sir. I have them all ready.

Which case is this?

State v. Suraj Lakmal? Pond theft?

You're supposed to tell me that, Taposh.

Sorry, sir.

The incident by the railway line.

- The accused killed his brother. - Oh!

Fratricide.

-I'll take your leave. -Sure.

Bless you.

Bye.

Has the fever gone down?

Took medicines?

What are you hiding?

Don't hide. Carry on.

Thank you, sir.

Habul, don't worry at all.

My car will drop you home.

That's not the problem.

Hold on.

Yes, tell me.

Brojo.

I've been feeling unwell since morning.

Fine, let it be. No need to come.

Don't get upset.

I'm not upset.

You don't have to come.

Anyway, I'll talk to you later.

Now hang up.

Ridiculous!

I tried to convince him.

-But he won't come. -I knew it.

He's a loner, Brojo.

Particularly after his children left him in the lurch.

Sir.

I'll get going now.

- Had your dinner? - Yes.

Great food!

- It was delicious. - Good.

Listen to the album I gave.

I've arranged folk music in a different way.

Hope you like it.

- I'll definitely listen. - Thank you, sir.

- Pleasure meeting you, Sadiq. - Pleasure was all mine.

I'll take your leave too.

It was nice meeting you.

But I didn't mean to crash your party.

I'm glad you did, Mr...

- Agarwal. - Right, Agarwal.

- Did you have anything? - Yes.

Not many veg items on the menu.

It wasn't a problem. I had my fill.

And I've had too much to drink.

That's good. I'll see you out.

- Be right back. - Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Taposh, walk him to his car.

What a pain!

An unwanted guest came over.

But it's a pity Habul couldn't make it.

Dhiman.

We have to do something for him.

I tried. But it's difficult.

Too proud. Too hurt.

See if you can help him secretly.

Dad.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

- Uncle. - My dear.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Hey! - Damn it!

- Hold her. - I'm okay.

Careful.

- I'm feeling dizzy. - Watch your step.

- Careful. - Wait, give me a sec.

My so-called heir.

Uh...

It's okay.

Don't be so pessimistic.

Things have changed now.

We have to keep up with the change.

I know.

I'm trying.

- Met Sadiq? - Yes.

What an impressive boy!

He's grown up in poverty.

Spent all his childhood in a slum.

You can't tell from his behaviour.

But he's a Muslim.

So?

You've never been directly affected by riots.

So, you won't get it.

- I... - I've seen it up close.

Our neighbours in Kanpur.

The Bhattacharyas.

Sumit's parents.

We were good friends.

They didn't survive the riots.

If you hear about the incidents from Sumit...

you'll get goosebumps.

Is he a bit down?

He's brooding.

Got into trouble with the leaflets.

Sumit is turning into such a foul mouth.

- Brojo. - Here you are.

Your son is really exceptional.

I'm serious.

Brilliant student.

Did all the housework.

Helped me clean up too.

So soft-spoken. Really liked him.

Too soft-spoken.

I doubt the students in college even listen to him.

Frankly, I don't think he has a future here.

Half the colleges don't have an AC staff room.

Can you beat that?

Really! My God!

You should send him to Mumbai.

It's whole new world altogether.

See all the big companies.

Banks. Ad agencies.

They all have headquarters in Mumbai.

- Here... - I'll tell you.

Headquarters, there. Heart-quarters, here.

- Cut the nostalgia crap. - I'm not kidding.

Rotten sentiments!

- Rubbish! - What's wrong with you?

You've been so cynical all evening.

Nothing much...

- Just been thinking about a case. - Sorry. Is it complicated?

Not exactly. There's lot of evidence.

An open-and-shut case.

- Still... - Then?

I shouldn't be asking this.

But tell me something.

Don't you feel the pressure?

I mean...

Someone's life and death is in your hands.

What if you pass a wrong judgement?

That's a huge responsibility.

That's one way of looking at it.

That's why the jury system was abolished in India in 1973.

Because the personal biases of 12 jurors

make the verdict twelve times more dangerous.

They stopped it.

I might be wrong.

But I have an interesting theory.

I think...

every person has a jury in their mind.

There are voices in our head.

All the decisions in life are taken by that jury.

Made up of these voices.

Am I making sense?

Some are pragmatic.

Some, emotional. Some, prejudiced.

Some are neutral.

Sorry.

Carry on.

Your thoughts are matters of life and death.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

-Braja. - Stop.

You've had enough already.

Wonderful food!

- Lovely evening. - Thank you for coming.

God bless!

- I'm not going out. - No need.

- Leaving something behind? - No.

Come on.

Learned Senior Counsel.

On behalf of both the applicant and respondent

I made the respectful submissions on all issues at length.

And have now concluded the arguments.

I have heard both parties on all issues raised.

And relevant points of law.

This is a case of first-degree murder.

The court shall take some time for the verdict.

The judgement is reserved and the court is adjourned...

...till Monday.

...than the keeper.

Move!

India is going to crush Pakistan today.

I got Jamal's contract.

I want my share.

You're already getting it.

Stop crying!

I want share, not charity.

A few bucks won't do anymore. Split 50-50.

It's plundering runs.

Kiddo.

You haven't even grown up.

- And want an equal share? - Yes!

Because I bloody deserve it!

Stay within your limits.

I'm warning you.

I'm not a kiddo. I'll show you.

If I don't get my share--

What will you do?

Tell me! Huh?

- You'll hit me? - I will, if need be.

Had enough of your torture.

Don't think I can't give it back.

Give me my share or--

Or what?

Hit me.

Come on!

Hit me! Hit me!

Get lost! Out!

How dare you touch me?

- How dare you? - Watch out! I'll bury you alive.

You better run.

- How dare you-- - Get lost!

- Buzz off! - I won't spare you!

Bugger!

...that you trust him. It's a big wicket.

One fills an empty canvas

One paints it with colours

One fills an empty canvas

One paints it with colours

And the other destroys the picture

You don't know how many live in your mind

So many live in your mind

You don't know who live in your mind

You don't know how many live in your mind

So many live in your mind

One picks up a tune on the iktar

One picks up rhythm on the cymbal

One picks up a tune on the iktar

One picks up rhythm on the cymbal

And the other plays out of tune

You don't know how many live in your mind

So many live in your mind

You don't know who live in your mind

You don't know how many live in your mind

So many live in your mind

You don't know how many live in your mind

So many live in your mind

SHOTYI BOLE SHOTYI KICHU NEI

- No AC here? - No, ma'am.

Sadly, you have to put up with the heat.

- What? - Sir.

Which case is this?

State v. Suraj Lakmal? Pond theft?

No. The railway line case.

A brother killing his brother.

- Fratricide. - Can't believe this!

Only possible in Kolkata.

Are you in advertising?

Yes.

You?

I'm a filmmaker.

Not into typical family dramas or love stories.

- But unique films. - Say what you will.

Be it advertising or filmmaking...

things are so much better in Mumbai.

That's one way to look at it.

Summers here...

are getting sultry.

No signs of rain.

And no windows in here.

Right. Absolutely right.

It's so hot in Kolkata now...

an AC in the bedroom is not enough.

I miss the good old days.

I enjoyed the cool breeze on the Outram Ghat.

Felt like I was in abroad.

Oh my God! English!

Have you seen Lord Curzon?

Hey, stop it!

They might bring back the 1000-rupee note.

Why demonetize in the first place?

The damage is greater than its benefits.

- Waste of resources. - And human lives.

But terrorism and black money have declined.

Says who?

Both have risen. Check the data.

Oh! You're ready with database.

What do you do?

I'm an economist. I work for the World Bank.

Oh! I see. There's a branch in Rashbehari.

Let's get on with the vote.

- Vote for what? - Hang on.

What's with the vote?

Vote for what?

Everyone here knows he's the killer.

Why do we need to vote?

No voting.

- Get it over with fast. - It's out of question!

I'm already late.

- Right. - I've to go to the festival.

- Ma'am. - Yes?

Which fest is this?

Not college fest. It's film festival.

Lav Diaz's "Retrospective".

- Film festival. - Oh!

Who is that?

What?

Haven't heard of Lav Diaz?

No.

Filipino filmmaker.

Makes amazing films.

They're long. Sometimes, 8 or 13 hours.

How many intervals are there?

Let's vote, please.

Forget about Lav Diaz.

Luv Ranjan is enough for you.

- Who's that? - Show off!

Still better than being a Bombay fangirl.

- Oh, yeah! - Oh, yes!

Why are you fighting? Don't--

- Let her carry on. - I've seen enough of arty-farty stuff.

Drawing room. Low light.

Dialogues in hushed tones. That's your art film.

You have the artistic sense to understand art films?

Hope your audience does.

Keep in mind.

Our decision has to be unanimous.

- If we're not on the same page-- - Hold on.

Why wouldn't we?

We've all heard about the case.

We all know he's the killer.

There's nothing to disagree.

It's a problem with this generation.

- We must reach an official decision. - Whatever!

Let's start because I've to reach somewhere.

He killed his own brother.

- Everything's possible for men. - Biased!

What the hell!

Sexist comments.

- What exactly is your problem? - Nothing at all.

Can I say something?

- Yes, please. - Okay.

Actually...

I think we should follow a certain...

- Course of action? - No.

We should sit...

- Tell us. - Sit...

- Yes? - Sit in a certain sequence.

What?

- What is he saying? - Pardon, please.

We should sit in an order.

What nonsense! Can't play musical chairs.

This is fine.

I think he has a valid point.

If we maintain a particular order...

- it will be good for us. - Right.

- I'll explain. - Go ahead.

We can solve a complex problem if we...

- Go downward? - No.

- If we follow a specific... - Angle?

- A specific method... - Tell me something.

Did someone throw a grammar guidebook at you?

Who is Grammar?

Grammar?

- Look at that. - Haven't met him?

- He's a great man. - Just a second.

- Dark-skinned. - Stop it.

- Has a long white beard. - No point of all this.

Sir.

What's the order we should follow?

- How do we-- - Here it is.

I have made chits.

- Please pick one. - There you go.

Come on.

- I'm going first. - Take it.

- Can't believe this. - Pass here.

Here you go.

Sorry.

- Yes, please. - I got four.

- Where's my chair? - I got five.

Five...

- Seven here. - Anyone left?

- I got 11. - Twelve.

Excuse me.

Sir, excuse me.

Yes?

There's only one left.

Here's the last chit for you.

Thank you.

Eight.

Hurry up!

- Let's go. - What's it with you?

Have anything against Rituparno Ghosh?

You're always late for his films.

First, "Dahan". Now this.

Be quick.

They'll show trailers in the beginning.

Dear, finish your homework.

I'll check later.

Tell your uncle if you're stuck.

He'll help you.

What happened?

I told you this is an adult film.

Can't take you along.

Bye.

We'll be late.

Close the door behind me.

Two ways to go about this.

Either a discussion followed by votes.

Or the other way round.

- This is better. - Makes sense.

Let's have a preliminary vote.

That'll be quick.

You're right.

We might not even need a discussion.

Correct. Oldie is right.

Let's make it 12-0 and end it.

- I'm getting late. - Let's see what we all think.

- Okay. - Sounds good.

- Let's go. - Please make it fast.

Those who think the boy is guilty...

please raise your hands.

Let's wrap up.

Keep your phone away.

And raise your hand. We're waiting.

Yes, please.

- Raise your hand. - Come on.

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

What the hell!

What!

He is...

Those who think the boy is innocent...

- please raise your hand. - Innocent?

- What? - Are you serious?

Seriously?

Eleven in favour of guilty.

One in favour of innocent.

Damn! I knew it.

I knew someone would screw up.

That's okay. But what will we do now?

- Guess we'll have a discussion. - Discussion?

Are you implying the guy is innocent?

We heard all the details of the case.

Didn't find any cracks.

- I don't know. - What?

What!

What do you mean?

You think this is bloody joke?

So you mean...

you buy the boy's story.

All of us know he's a dangerous criminal.

Wait a minute.

Isn't it too heavy a word to use?

He's just 19 years old.

That 19-year old, poor, innocent kid

didn't flinch before stabbing his brother.

- Bang on! - Amazing!

Well done!

I don't understand something.

You know he's been proven guilty in court.

Exactly.

You don't think he's innocent either.

But when 11 of us voted him guilty

you suddenly changed your mind.

Now you want to discuss.

What do you want to discuss?

His favourite film or his political preference?

- Bravo, girl! - Hang on.

So you don't believe the lady's testimony?

I don't know.

- He doesn't know. - Ridiculous!

Why are you so confused?

Okay, calm down.

- What about the knife? - Oh God!

And the elderly neighbour who heard them fighting?

Saw the killer running away?

- Exactly. - Right.

Can't say anything.

- What is happening? - Not again!

What exactly can you say?

Do you have a reason to say he's not guilty?

- Of course. - Then tell us.

Sure.

Look.

Maybe I don't buy the boy's story.

I don't know if I should.

There he goes again.

Nonsense!

Just because 11 people casually found him guilty

I can't do the same and send him to jail.

Not possible for me.

- Not so easy for me. - What is he saying?

Wait a sec.

Casually? Easy?

You think we raised our hands because it's easy?

Should we have raised our hands in slow motion?

So true.

We called him guilty after much thought.

- Exactly. - He's talking rubbish.

I think the guy is guilty.

And no discussion can change my mind.

But that's not my intention.

- Then what is it? - To have a discussion.

So for argument's sake...

let's assume something.

Suppose the guy didn't kill his brother.

What's the point of assumptions?

Suppose my aunt...

If she had a beard, I would call her uncle.

What difference does it make?

Enough of nonsense!

No one's interested in your family here.

- Then come to the point. - Okay.

A child's life is at stake here.

So we can have a discussion.

- Can't we? - Yes.

I think he's right.

- Now he's spoken. - Wow! Him too?

I would've discussed if I had free time.

- But it's clear he's the killer. - Waste of time.

Exactly. Right!

He hasn't been wronged.

The government has paid for his lawyer.

There's been enough discussion in court.

He's even got a fair trial.

Your little kiddo hasn't been wronged.

Don't indulge such people.

Or they'll use you.

I grew up in Park Circus.

I know these scumbags.

- Don't say that. - Hey, listen.

You can't generalise like this.

- This is general knowledge. - You have no manners.

- Listen, dear. - Don't try to be friends.

- We're here to do a job. - Look who's talking.

Do you have any problem?

- Give me a break! - He's so impolite.

Please!

Stop bickering and hear what he has to say.

Thank you so much.

I request everyone to consider something.

The environment in which the boy grew up.

He grew up in the slums amidst violence.

His dad and stepmom died.

His mom eloped with someone else.

Was raised by a brother who beat him up.

Stepped on him.

And forced him to make money illegally.

- Such a condition-- - That's not an excuse.

If someone has the will to fight

they can turn things around.

Absolutely right.

When I came to Kolkata to start my business

I only had 1000 bucks as capital.

- He's digressing. - God has been kind!

- Very relevant point. - What business do you run?

Your God is often miserly in matters of mercy.

So in this case, the yardstick of judgement

should be reconsidered.

No one has time to waste.

The film festival.

- Begins at 7:30 p.m.? - Yes.

Let's discuss the case till then.

- Oh God! - You won't be late, ma'am.

Will you go too?

- How do you care? - Please make it fast.

Listen to me.

Don't come out no matter what.

- Okay? - Yes.

Keep these.

If you see someone who looks like me...

No, not like me.

Someone who looks like Suleiman.

If you see someone in a white cap...

show them these.

Tell them your name's Fazal.

- What's you name? - Fazal.

And don't take off your pants.

Okay?

If someone comes with an orange scarf...

Who doesn't look like Suleiman...

Don't show them these.

Show them your ID card.

School ID card.

And tell them your real name.

Repeat what I just said.

I'll show these to the Muslims.

I won't take off my pants.

And I'll tell them...

- You're Fazal. - Fazal.

Fazal.

I won't show these to the Hindus.

I'll show them my ID card.

- And tell them I'm Samir Bhattacharya. - Good boy!

- Hamid uncle. - Yes?

Have they killed my parents?

I have...

I've spoken to your Braja uncle.

He's somewhere around.

I'll go find him. You stay here.

Okay?

Don't go anywhere.

The police are in the next lane.

I'll try to call them.

Now hide.

Stay here.

Don't come out no matter what.

Hey, stop! Where were you running off?

- Stop, rascal! - We won't spare you.

- Want to run off? - Huh?

Where did you hide that Hindu boy?

- Tell us! - Which boy?

Oh!

I buried that scoundrel alive.

Shut up! Bloody traitor!

- Betraying Islam? - No...

- Betraying your community? - No...

- Kill him. - Whose "jihad" is it?

- Isn't it your "jihad" too? - Yes, it is.

That's why...

- That's why... - You helped the infidels?

- Helped the infidels? - No.

- Kill him! - You deserve to die.

- He's a traitor. - Finish him off!

Don't spare him.

Bloody rascal! Want to help the infidels?

Kill him!

Well, I have a suggestion.

If you don't mind that is.

It's been a long time...

since he's trying to explain.

I think he's either trying to confuse us

or convince us otherwise.

I don't know what it is.

But I have suggestion.

Why don't we, the rest of us...

speak for a minute or two and convince him instead?

Why do we feel the boy is guilty?

- I could be wrong, though. - No, you're not.

We have to break the deadlock.

Let's proceed.

We'll start with you.

Ladies first.

No, no.

We should talk in a particular order.

- Right. - Sequentially.

Go on.

Why don't you start?

Why do you think the boy is guilty?

Me?

- Yes, go ahead. - Come on.

Don't be shy.

I think...

I...

- I mean... - Fast forward, please.

Yes.

He's stuck again.

Can't really explain it in words.

Then try something else.

Maybe sign language.

Carry on.

- Please don't talk. - I think...

To explain it in words...

- is very difficult. - Difficult!

But my...

My sixth sense says--

You're hurting all my senses. Fast!

I have a gut feeling...

- Is he making any sense? - Yes, he's correct.

Let him speak.

- Why is he stuttering? - That's his habit.

No one else has been proven guilty.

Burden of proof is on the law. Not the boy.

Right.

The boy is innocent until proven guilty.

That's the law, isn't it?

He's right.

- Right. - The law of the land.

He's absolutely right.

I have read that...

I've read it in Civics.

- Correct, you are. - Oh really?

- What I mean is-- - Stop it. Stop.

You've wasted a lot of time.

We still didn't get your point.

- Sit down. - I...

I'll tell you why I find him guilty.

Yes, please.

I have no personal bias.

An old man lives in the flat below the brothers.

According to him...

the two brothers had a fight at 6:30 p.m.

Right.

He heard them fight again at 9:00 p.m.

The younger brother threatened to kill the elder brother.

A second later, someone fell hard on the ground.

He rushed outside.

Saw the younger brother running away.

He immediately informed the police.

What did the police see?

The elder brother...

was lying dead.

With the knife lodged in his chest.

Four-inches deep.

I don't know what you think.

But it's a strong evidence for me.

- Quite so. - That's all I've to say.

The autopsy report confirmed that's the time of murder.

- Right. - It was in the report.

Time of death was between 9:00 and 10:00 p.m.

- Thank you. - Uh...

Sir.

Your turn to speak.

Oh!

Something struck me as odd.

It's the alibi.

Correct.

What?

- Remarkably flimsy alibi. - Alibi means excuse.

Consider this.

The boy said he wasn't home at the time.

He listening to qawwali music at the mazar.

But when cops interrogated him, he couldn't say anything.

Neither the song nor the lyrics.

No one saw him entering or leaving the mazar.

Can't be a more pathetic alibi.

What about the old lady?

Who lives across the tracks.

She saw it happen. The main...

- Eyewitness. - Right.

Yes and let's also not forget the old man.

He heard them fight.

And even the threat.

You're on the right track.

I spoke out of turn, didn't I?

- Oh, yes! - No problem.

She really witnessed the murder.

I get goosebumps thinking about it.

Through the compartments of a moving train.

Yes, through two compartments.

She did see it.

It's already proven in court.

No point going over it.

- Can you tell me something? - Yes.

- Not again! - I have a question for you.

We're talking about two people right now.

They both belong to the same community.

You know their character traits well.

- As you claimed. - Everyone here knows.

I'm only talking about you. Not others.

You believe the old lady belonging to that community.

But you don't believe the boy from the same community.

- Why? - Relevance?

Hey!

Trying to act smart, huh?

Don't try to be a smarta--!

- Mind your language! - Hey, please!

Nonsense!

There are people elder to you.

- Watch your tongue. - Don't you have an a--?

- There he goes again. - Stop it!

- How is it offensive? - Mind your language.

Please.

World Bank!

Let's carry on in order.

- Yes, please. - Yeah.

What is it?

Looking for something?

Why don't you go to school anymore?

My child.

Fights don't do you any good.

Study hard. Work hard.

Then get away from this hell.

Why did you stay back?

It's Allah's will!

I know I will be buried in this land.

But you're still young.

If you get into trouble--

How much for this knife?

Eleven of us have the same opinion.

No one wants to argue further except you.

Why did you vote "not guilty"?

I want to know something.

Do you really believe the boy?

I know the boy did it.

- But look... - Then it's sorted.

Given the environment he lives in...

such incidents are common.

It's not unnatural.

- That's true. - That's all.

Now it's your turn.

- Me? - Yes.

Nothing to say. He's guilty.

As sir said.

- Noted. Sit down. - Okay.

Ma'am, your turn.

I have nothing new to say.

I've said it already.

It's pretty obvious that he did it.

Besides, his track record proves it.

First crime at the age of nine. Bag snatching.

Three more crimes between 12 and 15 years of age.

- He's been to jail twice. - Correction.

Not jail. Correctional home.

I stand corrected. Correctional home.

After coming out, your goody-goody boy...

harassed the girls in is neighbourhood.

Eve-teasing, stalking, molestation. Need I say more?

- You must. - Why?

Because we're talking about murder here.

Sexual harassment and eve-teasing.

Both are heinous crimes.

But this case is not about them.

It's about a murder.

One more thing.

I'm telling you again.

Background. Context. Situation.

We have to keep in mind the conditions he grew up in.

His brother used to hit him daily.

I would've done the same.

First with a whip. Then with a belt.

You're absolutely right.

All thanks to his brother, he isn't a complete brat.

Is it a crime to discipline your own brother?

Raising a hand on someone for no reason.

You think it's not a crime?

Forcing someone into illegal activities to make money.

Does it fall under the definition of discipline?

- I want to know-- - Later.

The cure should be as bad as the ailment.

- Do you have a brother? - Huh?

Do you have a brother?

No.

I have.

Elder brother.

I mean I had.

- Family drama again. - Brotherhood.

So I know what discipline means.

I know when discipline turns into painful torture.

- Where are you going with this? - Okay.

We're drifting again.

- Let's get back to the topic. - Exactly.

Do you want to say something, sir?

I'll pass.

- Hope you don't mind. - Not at all.

- That's your right. - You can pass.

- What about you? - "Bypass". He's guilty.

We can "bypass"?

Sir, your turn.

Okay, sure.

I've gathered a few points.

Firstly, motive.

There's always a motive.

So if we take it into account...

Who killed his brother if he didn't?

There he goes again.

That's for the police to find out. Not us.

- But-- - Listen to me carefully.

The boy's brother.

The one who was murdered.

He's not a saint either.

Not an innocent guy.

He has a long list of crimes to his name.

- You can note it down. - Okay.

For example, murder.

Hooliganism.

Smuggling. Gambling.

The list is endless.

Maybe a rival gang killed him to take revenge.

Or...

a dispute over equal share.

That led to a fight and then murder.

The boy had the same motive too.

The old man wasn't the only witness.

Others have heard them quarrelling too.

- At 6:30 p.m.? - Yes, right.

They fought over equal share.

They must've got into a fight.

Don't you think it's a strong motive?

You're so sweet. Maybe it is.

Or maybe not.

He's fence-sitting.

- Not surprised. - I can't take it anymore.

Fighting wasn't unusual for them.

It was standard practice.

What do you mean?

- It was an everyday thing. - Please explain.

- Standard practice or routine. - Okay.

The boy should've been used to it by then.

Maybe...

the last fight was the tipping point.

Right.

Proverbial last straw or the kink of the curve.

You know, sir?

I think you're being sentimental.

How did the boy grow up?

It's not important.

Did he play with teddy bears?

Or did he play with weapons?

That's beside the point.

What's important is where he grew up.

He grew up in the slums.

Slums are a shady place.

It's prone to crimes.

This is important.

- Rest is not relevant. - I agree.

You're absolutely right.

We all know what happens in the slums.

- What happens there? - You don't know?

Terrorists to pickpockets, all live in slums.

Please don't twist my words.

- That's not what I meant. - I got your point.

What's the government doing?

They're setting up madrasas.

That's what you meant indirectly.

You've been talking about a section of people.

Who exactly are you talking about?

There's only one community.

- They always screw... - I think you don't know...

I'm from the same community.

Oh God!

I've also grown up in slums.

Studied in a madrasa.

Oh!

Look, brother.

Don't take it personally. Just in general-- -

Why shouldn't I take it personally?

You enjoy ghazals.

You love having biryani.

You praise Md. Shami and Md. Siraj.

The community doesn't matter to you then.

Bloody hypocrite!

Hey! What did you say?

- I'll rip your tongue out! - My a--!

You don't have the balls!

- Mind your language. - Stop it!

Don't cross your limit!

- Calm down. - Please stop!

- How dare you? - Sit down.

- Order! Order! - Enough! Enough!

Is he the class monitor?

- He's at it again. - Don't react.

Constantly taunting.

- What did you just say? - Nothing.

- What are you trying to say? - Get started.

- Please start. - Order! Order!

- Don't be mad. - Let it go.

- There he is. - Not again!

PHYSICS = NONSENSE

We'll learn a new thing today.

That is...

Uh...

Uh...

Thermo...

Laws of thermodynamics.

Okay?

I'll do the roll call first.

Sir.

- Sir. - Yes, tell me.

Can you let us off early today?

Why?

There's a cricket match in Eden Gardens.

Who else?

- Me too, sir. - Me too, sir.

- Same here, sir. - Same here, sir.

- Sir. - Sir.

Okay, you can leave.

- Thank you, sir. - Thank you so much.

- Let's go. - Hurry up.

Laws of thermodynamics.

You have a problem?

- Why don't you conduct it? - Please stop it.

- I'm sure you'll do better. - Calm down.

- Take my place. - You're overreacting.

- What the hell! - Anyone else interested?

- Ridiculous! - Habul sir, come.

You're a senior. Please take my place.

I didn't say that.

Very good!

- Keep going. - Please come.

No one has any sense.

You're doing a great job.

I shouldn't have taken the responsibility.

- Please continue. - Sit, please.

Hello.

You've heard all of us.

Now tell us.

Why do you think this guy is innocent?

Just a second.

Going by the order, there's still one left--

Shut up!

Enough of extempore! Get to the point.

I didn't say the boy is innocent.

- Not once. - What's wrong with him?

All I'm saying is...

there might be some mistake in his conviction.

I have doubts about his case.

Speaking in legal terms, reasonable doubt.

- Oh! - Technical crap.

The boy's lawyer couldn't present an argument in his defense.

You know what?

Maybe he didn't get any incentive to fight the case.

Neither money nor fame.

Or maybe he was just stupid.

I think you've met my boyfriend.

Oh really? Have I?

- Boyfriend? - I'll come to the point.

The prosecution didn't have an airtight case.

So why did the defense fall so helpless?

Think about it.

The case rests on two witnesses.

First, the old man.

He saw the boy running away after killing his brother.

Reportedly.

Second, the old lady.

Through the compartments of a moving train...

she saw it happen across the railway tracks.

I don't get how they're so sure.

All this is nothing but circumstantial evidence.

What if they're mistaken?

- What? - Nonsense!

They are eyewitnesses.

This point is baseless.

They can't be wrong.

Finally said something sensible.

- You have a point. - Of course, I do.

Tell me.

What do you think?

- About what? - Tell me.

What do you think?

Could he be the killer?

No...

I don't think the witnesses were wrong.

Why would they be?

They testified in court.

Swore on the "Bhagavad Gita" in front of everyone.

On the "Quran".

- Whatever! - Not "whatever".

It's not the same thing.

- Okay, calm down. - Can't say anything here.

My apologies.

They swore on the "Quran".

And testified against the boy.

Why would they lie for no reason?

Give it a good, hard thought.

Don't you think...

they could've made a mistake?

- What is he saying? - Can't hear it.

Say it aloud.

Why are you whispering?

Bad manners!

I...

Stop looking at me like that.

I'll tell you.

I don't think they made a mistake.

But I can't give you a guarantee.

- What the hell! - Ridiculous!

Why don't you say something?

This is not science.

I can't be so exact.

Exact. Accurate. Science.

These are the words, precisely.

Based on these evidence...

we're sending a boy to jail for 14 years.

So it has to be exact and accurate.

- Doesn't it? - You're right.

But that's not the only evidence against him.

There's more.

Like the knife.

- Correct. - Right, the knife.

- That's there too. - True that.

Bravo, Maganlal!

- You killed it! - My name is...

Gaurang Agarwal.

Same thing.

- No, but... - Great idea!

Give me the knife.

- Very good point. - Good job.

Thank you.

Take a look at this knife.

Especially the hilt.

Take a closer look.

The shopkeeper who sold it testified

this was the only piece in his shop.

The boy bought it from him on the day of the murder.

It's the biggest evidence.

What's left to prove?

You're right. He did say it.

- Exactly. - Right.

You were talking about reasonable doubt.

It can't be one-sided.

We have reasonable doubt too.

Let's run through the events of that evening.

The boy said...

his brother punched him at 6:30 p.m.

- Then he-- - No, sir.

Sorry, sir.

- I mean... - Not again!

As far as I remember...

- The boy said in... - Stop him, please.

- In court? - No.

- Statement? - Yes, statement.

He said it was...

- A jab? - No.

It was...

A slap.

Right, a slap.

- Fine. - One tight slap!

- Okay, sit. - So...

According to him, he left after being slapped.

Bought the knife and showed it to his friends.

Then came back in the latter half of the evening.

From here, the story gets imaginary.

Do you remember what I said?

The boy wasn't home at the time.

He was listening to qawwali in mazar.

But no one saw him entering or leaving.

He further said he had lost the knife.

Which found its way to his brother’s heart.

He lost it. Just like that?

There are too many coincidences.

I'll tell you what happened.

He left after the first fight.

Bought the knife and came back.

Got into a fight again at 9:30 p.m.

He lost his cool.

And stabbed his brother.

Then very precisely...

he wiped his fingerprints off the knife.

And fled.

Hope you won't say the knife fell out of his pocket.

That someone else found it.

Got his address from the Yellow Pages.

And stabbed his brother to test the sharpness of the knife.

Not at all.

Then?

But it's possible the boy was at the mazar

when someone stabbed his brother with a similar knife.

A similar knife? What nonsense!

Enough of stupid logic!

I've said this multiple times.

The shopkeeper didn't have any other similar knife.

It's the same.

Let's see.

Show me.

This is different.

They're different.

No, exactly the same.

Show me.

Oh my God!

Where did you get this?

A small stationary shop in Ashokenagar Colony.

There are plenty of such knives all over the city.

- How does it prove anything? - Exactly my point.

Exactly!

Plenty of such knives in the city.

How does it prove anything?

Impossible!

How long will we go on with this?

Will I miss the film festival?

Do you have plans of an all-night picnic?

- Then I'll make sandwiches. - Thanks for the offer.

Sounds delicious! But it won't be necessary.

I have a suggestion.

Please sit down calmly.

- Annoying! - Please sit, ma'am.

Okay.

I have a proposal.

I think...

We should have another round of voting.

Secret ballot.

Excluding me, of course.

Hear me out.

If we still have 11 guilty verdicts after this round of voting

then I promise I'll vote for guilty.

And end this discussion.

- Great! - Done.

But if we have a single not-guilty verdict

we'll continue the discussion. Deal?

- Deal! - Deal!

Let's go for it.

- Everyone ready? - Yes.

- I'll distribute the chits. - Problem solved.

Diligent boy! I like you.

Thank you.

Anyone has a pen?

- Do you have a pen? - Need a pen?

- Damn it. - Where did I keep the pen?

- Get started. - The pen?

- Give me the pen. - Got your chits?

Done?

- Return the pen. - Thank you.

Thank you.

- Done. - Here you go.

Get on with it.

Let's get ready.

- Give me some. - Sure.

First, we'll have a vote.

- Let's vote. - We'll vote.

We'll have a decision right away.

- Want some? - Yes, please.

All those in favour of guilty...

please raise your hands.

So... Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Come on. Twelve-zero.

Guilty.

- Guilty. - We all know the result.

Guilty.

Make it fast.

Guilty.

So much delay.

- We'll leave now. - Guilty.

Guilty.

And...

Let's go home.

Not guilty.

I knew it.

- How will you watch your film? - Shut up!

There always has to be someone.

It's Murphy's Law.

After all, film festival.

Either rain or taxi strike will ruin it.

Or someone will feel a rush of sympathy.

Excuse me.

Our time is precious.

- Everyone is busy. - Okay.

But this is more important than your film festival.

- I really don't think so. - Stop it!

This is definitely important.

Hello.

I want to know who this wise man is.

I can't reveal that.

Secret ballot.

Secret ballot, my foot!

I know who it is.

- Sorry. - Come on.

Hey! It's you.

- I'm sure it's you. - He's the one.

Heart's aching for a fellow brother in the slum?

Why are you accusing me?

Keep "jihad" out of this?

- Don't bring up-- - You people can never be trusted.

- Dishonesty runs in your veins. - What rubbish!

- Mind your language! - Look at his audacity!

- Watch your tongue! - Please stop.

- Enough is enough! - Calm down.

- I know the boy is the killer. - Let me go.

But everyone's influenced by that man.

- Who said I changed my vote? - Let it be.

- Get your facts right. - Please sit.

- Please, guys. - Calm down.

- Calm down. - Stop it!

If you stop shouting, I can talk.

He didn't change his vote.

I did.

- What the hell! - Are you serious?

You found him guilty.

You voted guilty first.

- I changed it. - How can you do this?

I'll do it again. A thousand times over.

- Suddenly changed his decision. - Not again!

Stop quarrelling.

- Ask him why he changed it. - Quiet!

- Enough is enough! - Hear him out.

Let him speak.

There's no valid reason.

- Ridiculous! - Come back to your seat.

Don't be mad.

Please sit.

Won't you ask me why?

Please tell us.

It's GK class now.

- Stand here. - Stop taunting him.

Let him speak.

I'm sorry.

- So I was saying... - Please go on.

Sit.

He's been fighting alone against all of us.

He never said the guy is innocent.

He only wanted us to give it a second thought.

He stood by his morals.

His principles.

He fight against everyone for his beliefs.

It's not so easy.

- Is that even a reason? - He wanted votes.

- He wanted support. - This is not a class.

He wanted help.

- So I helped him. - It's charity.

What does he even mean?

You were supporting him.

He switched sides.

I changed my vote.

But I still believe...

the guy is the killer.

- What? - What is he saying?

- He's the killer. - Then why change your vote?

Before we reach a final conclusion

we should think it over.

So what's the equation now?

He was fighting alone all this time.

It was one vs eleven.

Now it's two vs ten.

- Great! - Disgusting!

- Crazy senior citizen. - Hey!

This girl has no manners.

Doesn't know how to behave.

- Doesn't know how to talk to elders. - Okay.

Leave it.

She can't hear you. And she won't get you.

What did you say?

- What exactly is your problem? - No need to explain.

Tell me something, sir.

The old man gave a sworn testimony in court.

- You think it was all a lie? - Exactly.

Very good, Kirorimal. Very good.

That's not my name.

How does it matter? Same thing.

No, please say the correct name.

The old man heard the boy threatening his brother.

And someone falling down.

Then he saw the boy running away.

Doesn't this evidence count?

What about the old lady who swore in court?

She witnessed the murder.

Through the compartments of a moving train.

A train of an average length crosses a specific point.

How much time does it take?

He's confusing us again.

Not again!

What has math got to do with it?

Math is everywhere, ma'am. Everywhere.

- Like? - At office, in the house.

On the field. No life without math.

GK period over. Time for math period.

- Come on, anyone. - What's your problem?

Please.

How long will it take to cross a specific point?

For a train of an average length?

I can't say.

You?

Not me.

- I'm horrible at math. - Just at math?

Do you care to explain, darling?

Can I answer that?

- Yes, please. - Go ahead.

He'll answer it.

- Suppose a local train. - Speed up.

Going by its...

Large size.

- Length and width? - No.

Going by its average length...

Suppose the train runs at a speed...

of 40 to 45 kilometres per hour.

Then it should take...

twelve to fifteen seconds. And...

A train passes in 15 seconds.

But he can't finish a sentence.

Let him speak.

If we measure the length...

Enough of math!

Time to get back to law.

- He's very imposing. - I know, right.

What difference does it make?

I will enlighten you.

Don't mind him.

Please sit.

Has anyone here lived along the railway tracks?

Me.

I lived in a slum along the railway tracks.

I grew up there.

Me too.

I was still struggling then.

Used to live in a slum by the tracks.

- You too? - Yes.

Since you've lived near the railway tracks

you know it gets noisy when a train passes.

Yes.

It's very loud.

We can't even hear our own voice.

- Correct. - Exactly.

Now let's keep this in mind.

And analyse the testimonies of both the witnesses.

First, the old man.

He claimed he heard the boy threatening his brother.

Then a second later, he heard someone fall.

Second, the old lady. She claimed...

that through the compartments of a moving train

she saw into the house across the tracks.

Where the boy stabbed his brother.

Let's say you were right.

Then 15 seconds before the train passed their house

there must've been deafening noise.

Am I right?

The sound of the train even drowns out our voice.

So how did the old man hear the threat?

Or even someone falling on the ground?

I think it's completely impossible.

Okay. That's a good point.

- Thank you. - How is it good?

- What's going on? - Please listen.

Let's not be biased.

- I'm not biased. - I know you're not.

Hear me out.

Let's think about it calmly.

This point gives a new angle to the case.

Well, it doesn't.

We've just got a brain freeze.

I beg to differ.

I think it was too loud a noise.

So the old man...

couldn't have heard anything.

Who cares about what you think?

There's no need to think.

He said he heard it. So he did.

He said it's a threat. So it is. Period!

No, it's not period.

Threats are not often backed up with action.

In most cases, a threat is not carried out.

Don't you agree?

When a child returns home late, parents say...

"I will teach you a lesson."

When a batsman faces a fast bowler on the field...

the bowler says

"I'm going to kill you."

But does he really kill the batsman?

I suddenly remember something.

You can sit and talk.

- Please sit. - There's an...

An extremely rude professor.

In our college.

Won't take his name.

He called me that...

What?

He called me an idiot.

- Very intelligent man. - Love him already.

I retorted.

Told him I'd kill him.

But I didn't mean it.

It was just my anger talking.

Okay, got it.

- We're talking rubbish. - Right.

A cricketer returned home drunk.

So his parents called him an idiot.

Doesn't make any sense.

The tone matters.

You think the old man judged the tone right?

Amidst all the noise?

Yes, he did. And he was right.

- So? - I can't understand something.

When the witness is sure he ran to the door--

Not rush.

He walked.

He's right.

- You're nitpicking. - Here it is.

I always note down important points.

Walking, running, somersaulting...

- How does it matter? - Of course, it does.

- How? - What's your point?

My point is that it does matter.

As she said.

I hope everyone remembers here.

The old man didn't walk to the door.

He limped to it.

The old man limped to the door.

Opened it.

And saw the boy fleeing after stabbing his brother.

All this in only 15 seconds?

Is it even possible?

I'm pretty sure it's not.

In fact, let's try it.

Who has the house map?

Here it is.

There he goes again!

- He has all the proof. - I'll help.

Narayan has left it to us this time.

Who made such a huge donation to our old age home?

Are they in the same condition as us?

Kushal, don't be stupid.

He's made a donation. so he's certainly well off.

Besides, how do we care?

- What if we-- - I have an idea.

- We can buy some books-- - No.

We have plenty in the library already.

- We can get-- - Keep quiet, Habul.

I think we must get some good DVDs.

Good idea.

- I was saying-- - De la grande!

Idea!

We all have gout here.

What if we set up a gym?

We can all stay fit.

I think that's a fabulous idea!

I don't like walking in the crowd every morning.

Right.

What do you say, Kamalesh?

Now that's like Bhojohori Mukherjee.

You should draft the letter fast.

Draft the letter.

You have a nice handwriting.

What's wrong?

Want to say something?

No, nothing.

- Then write the letter. - Please.

Here's the map.

What do we learn form it?

The distance from the man's bed to the door is four feet.

From the door to the end of the corridor is 20 feet.

That adds up to 24 feet.

Distance from the corridor to the railway line...

is four feet more.

- Total? - It's 28 feet.

Right.

So 28 feet from here to there...

I'm really sorry about your film festival.

- I mean it. - Yeah.

Distance from her chair to his chair can be roughly 28 feet.

There's a f--king limit to nonsense.

The old man said he took 15 seconds.

Why are we disbelieving him?

It's such a short distance.

No, no.

For an old man who limps...

it's a long distance.

Only this much?

Won't you all say anything?

Will this drama go on all night?

- I don't get it. - This argument has no logic.

But it has an entertainment value.

Don't stop. Carry on.

I need a stopwatch.

And someone to give me a cue to start walking.

- Anyone? - I'll give you the cue.

One wasn't enough, another has joined the club.

- So much so for my... - Excuse me.

Can I time your...

You have a stopwatch? Move! Move!

Please, by all means.

He's got a stopwatch?

It's on all our phones.

I have a stopwatch on my phone.

- You have it? - Yes.

Please say start.

I'm ready if you're all ready.

Great! Time for sports.

I'll keep time.

- You ready? - Please.

Okay, one.

Two.

Go.

- What the hell! - What's going on?

What are you doing?

- What's this? - Drama!

- Are you kidding me? - Guess what.

You've gone crazy.

- Walk properly-- - Move!

What the point of this joke?

- Who walks like this? - Sit!

- You think this is a joke? - Yes!

It will just take 15 seconds.

We all can spare some time.

- Get this dumbo out of the way. - How dare you?

- This is a waste of time. - Keep shouting!

What terrible acting!

He wasn't walking like this.

- Correct. - He was walking slow.

We all saw him. He was even slower.

Not at all.

- Let him finish, please. - You saw the man.

- And stop. - Time?

It's 32.78 seconds.

- Double of fifteen. - More than double.

As if it changes everything.

More than double.

This is an extremely... I mean...

- Important information. - Right.

Important information, my foot!

Life-changing discovery!

Can't you understand its significance?

What rubbish are you saying?

It's a great point.

Dhunduram.

- Amazing! - Sir!

Tell me something.

Why would the oldie lie?

- He had nothing against the boy. - Sir.

My name's not Dhunduram.

To hell with your name!

Answer my question!

Why would the old man lie?

- You don't let others talk. - He did it for attention.

Huh?

For attention.

- For fame. - Woah!

Superb, old man!

What a wild imagination!

Write a mystery thriller.

- Shut up! - No need to get personal.

You don't know how to respect elders.

- He's talking nonsense. - Quiet!

Thank you so much.

- Thank you. - Carry on.

God bless you.

What's your point?

I've observed the old man for the last seven days.

He's lame.

Wears dirty clothes.

I know him well.

Better than any of you.

He's alone.

And poor.

Maybe he had everything once.

But he doesn't have anything now.

He's useless.

Insignificant.

- Insignificant? - An extra.

No one cares about him.

No one listens to him.

No one will shed a tear if he dies.

No one lectures him.

No one advices him.

No one will even notice if he screams.

It's not unusual for him to crave attention.

He just wanted to be heard.

To be taken seriously.

Wanted to feel important.

So...

What are you trying to say?

He lied to get importance...

No.

No, my dear.

He didn't lie on purpose.

He didn't intend to lie.

He convinced himself...

that he heard someone fall on the floor.

He believed it.

He thought he saw the boy escape.

- You'll be a great writer. - What the hell!

Even pigs have wings in your story.

They can fly high.

- See, there it is. - Listen.

I am old now.

If I'd met you when I was young--

What would you do?

- You would've bashed me up? - Order! Order!

- You're insulting him again. - Damn right, I am.

Please stop shouting like hooligans.

Let's decide where we stand.

I'm changing my vote.

- Look at that. - What?

- Such a turncoat. - Are you sure?

- I'm changing my vote. - What!

- What are you saying? - What's going on?

We already decided...

- I want to change my vote. - Why are you getting influenced?

I'm changing my vote. It's not guilty.

- Now he joins the man. - Wow!

Amazing!

Let's get the innocent boy acquitted of all charges.

The boy stabbed his brother in cold blood.

It's all because of you.

A convict is getting away because of you.

You sound like the executioner.

Yes! Yes!

You're playing the lawyer. So I'll play the executioner.

Any problem?

Yes, I do have a problem.

Because you don't care for logic or reason.

You're trying to punish the boy out of some personal grudge.

You're misusing your power.

Because you're a sadist.

Watch your tongue!

- You don't know-- - You like fantasizing about it.

You like it when year after year...

a young boy is sodomized in jail.

Or in the rarest of rare cases...

when a young boy is hanged.

You like seeing his feet helplessly dangling.

As life drains out of him.

- I'll kill you, bloody rascal! - Let him go!

- I will kill you! - Stop it!

Just to bring to your notice, he's threatening me.

But he doesn't really want to kill me.

Do you?

What are you staring at?

The game is afoot.

What a great show!

The game is not over yet.

The hippo is yet to gobble bananas.

The clown is yet to play cricket.

We've got a great ringmaster.

The circus is in full swing. Carry on!

- The lion is yet to show tricks. - Bunch of jokers!

Wait for it.

I think we all need a break.

Oh, yes! We do.

Let's resume after a break.

- That's a good idea. - For now, it's 8-4.

- So, guilty. - Okay, time out!

Oh, your divine beauty

Brightens up the world

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

I fell in love with you

And it changed my fate

I fell in love with you

And it changed my fate

Now my life is all yours

I pray you hold my hand

Guide me to the right path

I pray you hold my hand

Guide me to the right path

I've no worries when you're here

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

You've driven me crazy, O Divine Almighty

Let's start again.

- Anyone wants to raise a point? - Me.

I have a few points.

There's a lot of proof.

Lot of witnesses.

- But I have a few questions-- - Drop your questions.

- Come to the point. - Sure, sir.

Something crossed my mind.

Why did the boy return to the crime scene?

He ran away, right?

So...

Why wasn't he underground?

Very simple.

To avoid suspicion.

He returned because he thought there are no witnesses.

And he would get away with murder.

That's all.

It's simple.

He returned to the crime scene to hide the knife.

Or to dump the body.

He knew the police would trace it back to him.

- I agree with this. - Exactly.

It's very obvious. I would've gone back too.

Middle of the night.

Less chances of being caught.

He could've easily hid the knife.

Think about it.

Why did he leave the knife behind?

Why didn't he flee with it?

This is simpler.

There's an element of panic involved.

He panicked after stabbing his brother.

- Sir, that's the point. - What?

- What do-- - Listen to me.

Explain his panic.

- I already did. - No, hear me out.

You said he murdered in cold blood.

- Yes. - Okay.

Then he wiped his fingerprints off the knife.

Right? So...

He calmly murdered his brother.

Calmly removed his fingerprints.

But panicked all of sudden.

He got all nervous and fled.

When did he panic?

- And when was he calm? - Very good.

That's a very valid question.

In fact, there's a hitch.

The shape of the wound was discussed in detail in court.

Downward angle.

How the knife was brought down from a height.

But as far as I remember, the brothers are the same height.

- Almost the same. - Yeah.

In that case, how was he stabbed from that angle?

- I fail to understand. - It's easy.

Worthless argument!

Where's the knife? Give it to me.

- Who has the knife? - Valid point.

Come on.

Give it to me.

Okay.

Brojo.

- It's the wrong knife. - Everyone knows that.

- How does it matter? - I need a volunteer.

Anyone?

A volunteer, please?

I'll show you something.

It's just like magic.

Anyone?

Come on.

No need to be scared.

- Anyone will do. - My height doesn't match.

It doesn't matter. Please come.

No, no.

No one will get hurt. Nothing will happen.

- Everyone is scared. - No way.

- Go for it. - Why don't you go?

Anyone? Please!

Okay.

- Hold on. Check the height. - Height!

Both were the same height.

Okay?

- Okay? - Yes.

Pay attention.

I can't show it again.

Hey!

You're fine.

He's alright.

Don't worry.

Everything is alright.

There you go.

Saw how your poor baby boy stabbed his brother?

Can I have the knife?

- Thank you. - Sure.

- Hence proved. - We're done here.

- Let's go home. - Proved it.

I used to play with these when I was a kid.

- What about it? - These were my toys.

Suleiman brought me one.

When I was a kid.

This brings back childhood memories.

Burning tyres in winter.

Dropping balls in the drain.

Retrieving them from inside it.

And...

Bomb blasts in different countries.

But police raids in my house.

Gang wars in my neighbourhood.

Anyway, let me come to the point.

Sir.

Sir.

You were wrong about your demonstration.

- What? - How?

It's a wrong grip.

This is how you held the knife.

But one can't use it this way.

This is not the right grip.

One should hold it at the bottom.

And then...

- Careful! - Watch it!

- Is he crazy? - Sorry.

This is how you wield it.

So you're trying to say...

the boy couldn't have used the knife like this.

Not trying to. I'm saying it.

Nonsense!

Are you a specialist?

Bravo!

- There he goes again. - Friends.

Round of applause for the famous knife juggler...

Dr. Azhar Bhaijaan.

Wait a second. We have a call.

Hello?

Ridiculous!

How do you know so much?

Because of this.

This attack happened the same way.

It doesn't prove anything.

Anyone...

Anyone can tell the boy is guilty.

It's written all over his face.

In big, bold letters.

Please stop shouting.

Why should I?

I will shout.

Stop this f--king drama!

- Mind your language. - I call for a vote.

- Keep shut, bloody homo! - Hey!

- Watch it! - You brute!

This scum is constantly misbehaving.

- Why are you quiet? - Won't you say anything?

Thank you, brother.

Truth is bisexual.

So it has triggered his male hormones.

- What did he say? - It happens.

Thanks.

- Attention! - Trying to act smart.

We've got a request for a vote.

Stop it!

There's been a call for a vote.

Please sit down!

Sit down.

Bloody trash!

Weirdo!

Given the situation...

it'll be easier to count the not-guilty votes.

Those who think the boy is not guilty...

Or those who have doubts about his conviction...

please raise your hands.

Superb!

Bunch of jokers!

Excuse me.

- Fools! - Mind your language!

- Don't lose it now. - Don't cross your limits!

Will you have some water?

Give him some water.

Not booze. Water.

Don't get angry.

Here, have it.

He's always been like this.

You're killing it, sir.

Keep fighting. We're with you.

Are you in sales?

No. Fashion designing.

You turned the argument around like an expert.

You did a great job.

What do you think?

Could the boy really be the killer?

Why are you asking me this?

That's what I've been doing.

I'm good at asking questions.

How can I answer that?

You raised a few good points.

We started doubting our judgement.

Now you're saying...

I can't think so much.

It's boss's job.

He gives me work and I get it done.

- I need to take a leak. - Please.

- Thank you, sir. - I'll join you.

Saw what happened?

All of them switched sides.

Fair-weather friends.

Tell me something.

Do you think we can turn the game around?

- We can. - Really?

How?

By making logical arguments.

Not by shouting mindlessly.

Oh!

I think we should discuss this calmly.

- To come to an unanimous decision. - We can't.

- No point. - There she goes.

No matter what...

some sensible people stay sensible.

So I think...

we should end it as a stalemate.

- That's not possible. - Rules are rules.

We have to reach an unanimous decision.

Okay.

- I have a doubt. - He's at it again.

He'll drive us crazy.

It's about the boy's alibi.

The prosecution brought that up in court.

The boy was listening to qawwali music at the mazar.

For argument's sake, let's assume that's true.

But he was not in the right frame of mind.

He just had a fight with his brother.

Was very upset.

Returned home to find his brother brutally murdered.

Given the tense situation...

it's not possible for him to remember the lyrics.

Nonsense!

Firstly, the boy didn't go to listen to music.

- Correct. - Right.

And for argument's sake...

however extenuating the circumstances might be...

he couldn't have forgotten the lyrics.

It's the most basic thing.

So one can't forget the lyrics...

no matter what the situation is.

No matter what the situation is.

- Exactly. - Okay.

Can I ask you something?

You didn't ask my permission before.

So why now? Go ahead.

Where were you last night?

Hey! Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

You'll cross examine others if they disagree?

- Not again! - Keep quiet.

- Well, he can't. - It's okay.

Let him ask.

It won't help.

Okay.

I was at home.

Drinking liquor. Bailey's Irish Cream.

And playing bridge.

I can call a friend and tell you the score.

- Should I? - No need.

Day before yesterday?

Damn it! This will go on now.

My friend was here from Bangalore...

I mean my sister-in-law.

Great.

We had gone out for dinner.

The squid rings were especially delicious.

- You should try it. - I'm allergic to seafood.

Anyway, thank you.

The day before that?

My God!

Wake me up when we're in Alexander's era.

Sure, I will.

You can join the battle.

- The girl is so insolent. - I...

I went to Tolly Club to watch a play.

I'll tell you the name.

"Mindgame". That's the name.

When did you last go to a music concert?

Where are we going with this?

There must be a reason he's asking.

Last month.

I went with my wife.

Oh!

Shreya Ghoshal's concert.

You attended Shreya Ghoshal's concert?

I did too. I love her songs.

- Oh really? - Wow!

Sing for us.

No need to sing.

What songs did she sing?

All the popular Hindi songs.

Only Hindi? No Bengali songs?

She sang them too.

That one...

About a tram line and couplet.

No...

Let's be the tram line on the road And the couplet of a poem

The warmth feels so beautiful

Can't be measured on a thermometer

Bravo!

- My heart is skipping beats and... - Sing louder.

You sang without stuttering.

Are you serious?

What else did she sing?

- "That's what I desire". - No, sir.

It's not the right title.

"This is what I desire".

- Yeah, right. - What's with this musical game?

Seriously! Should I join in?

Yes, please. Start singing.

Did she sing any of your favourite songs?

"Season of Love".

Beautiful song.

You heard the song recently.

It's your favourite song.

I'm sure you remember the lyrics.

Yes.

Two hearts united

- Together we are one... - Not you.

We are one together

- Other way around. - He'll play the harmonium now.

- It's "together we are one". - Not you.

I'm talking to him.

Please carry on.

I already said it.

Then...

Some line about the eyes.

I don't remember anything

You really don't remember anything.

Calculus...

La la la...

"La la la"?

Wait a minute.

On the day of the concert...

were you under a lot of stress?

What do you mean?

Were you okay while going to the concert?

Any personal emergency or some crisis at work?

Were you going through an emotional turmoil?

Or worried about something?

Now you know why he asked that.

That's it.

- We've got a decision. - No, we haven't got any.

So what if he doesn't remember the lyrics?

That's what I said.

So what if the boy doesn't remember the lyrics?

It proves one thing.

That you're the only smart one here.

And we're all fools.

You're getting it all wrong.

You failed to gather his points.

He didn't say the boy is innocent.

He just said he has doubts about the crime.

Reasonable doubt.

I think you don't know what it means.

Know what I think?

You're unreasonably doubtful about my knowledge in English.

First learn to speak Bengali properly.

Pick up the language of the state you've invaded.

- Mind your language. - I meant what I said.

Watch your words.

Personal comments should be avoided.

No, I won't avoid it.

I won't.

What the hell was going on?

Music contest?

Why will men decide all the rules?

How dare he patronize me like that?

What!

When did I patronize you?

- I just wanted you to-- - Stop it!

You're just an outsider.

You've taken over our city.

- Go back to Maharashtra. - Ma'am.

- Bloody tobacco addict. - Calm down.

- Now you're being xenophobic. - Shut up!

- Behave yourself! - Keep quiet!

Just a minute, please.

Maharashtra? Tobacco addict?

- How is it related to all this? - It is.

- Serves you right! - What the hell!

I just said we should think this through.

For the sake of a 18-year old boy...

Don't lecture me about men.

All men are the same.

I know what they're capable of.

Be it 18 or 80...

there's always a beast inside.

Okay.

Does the same apply to your dad and brother?

What?

And what about your uncle?

Was there a beast in him too?

What did you just say?

How dare you?

Don't know how to talk to women?

Why are you always so angry?

Hey! Hey!

- Watch it! - Not another word!

Shut up and sit down!

- You better talk to her-- - Quiet!

Don't try to teach me.

Sit down!

- Sit down! - Jhunjhunwala!

Don't you dare raise your voice--

His name is not Jhunjhunwala.

His name is Agarwal! Got it?

You're so impolite. So rude.

If you misbehave again...

I'll teach you a lesson.

Just shut your mouth!

Keep quiet.

Hope I made myself clear.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What?

Why do you hate men?

- Don't come near me. - Tell me.

Stay away!

Please tell me.

I said stay away.

- Tell me why. - What are you doing?

- What's the reason? - What's going on?

Are you just going to keep quiet?

Come on.

What?

Move back.

Don't come near me.

- Don't touch me. - Tell me.

Don't be quiet!

Say something! Stop him!

I will stop.

Answer my question first.

Stay away. Don't touch me.

Tell me the reason.

Please stay away.

Just stay away.

- Come on now. - Please stay away.

- Please don't touch me. - I won't.

- Just answer me. - Please let me go.

Answer me.

Please stay away.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Uncle.

Don't worry. Come here.

Come to me.

Just stay away.

Please don't touch me. Please...

Please.

No, no...

Please don't touch me.

Please. I'm sorry.

Please!

- I'm sorry. - Don't be sorry.

Just answer my question.

Come on.

Not guilty. He's not guilty.

Please let me go.

I said not guilty!

- Please... - I'm sorry, ma'am.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I didn't want to force you to change your mind.

You can give a guilty verdict if you want.

- I'm sorry. - I felt there's a different reason.

You wanted to punish the boy on some other basis.

Not on the basis of the case.

No, please...

Tell me something honestly.

Why did you say he's not guilty?

Because I don't think he is really the killer.

Please forgive me.

I still have a lot of doubts about the case.

I'm sorry. Please let me go.

It's okay.

That's all I wanted to know.

Thank you.

It's okay.

It's okay. Come.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

Don't cry.

It's okay. You're okay.

You're back again?

What the hell do you want?

It's very tough.

To be objective.

To set aside our fears and insecurities.

Our preferences.

But we have to.

We have to be clinical while reaching a verdict.

Yeah, that's it.

That's the word.

Clinical. We have to be clinical.

I'm not saying this out of personal prejudice.

Are you okay?

In my profession, I deal with hard facts.

I'm trying the same here.

We're having an argument. Good for us.

We're discussing certain points. Fine.

But we're forgetting something.

The old lady's testimony.

She was unable to sleep.

Was feeling restless.

So went up to the window to have some water.

That's when she saw the boy.

She saw him murder his brother.

- Through the compartments of a train. - Right.

Maybe he held the knife the wrong way.

So?

She did see him.

That according to me is an unshakeable evidence.

Exactly this. You're right.

Fantastic drama.

Thrilling dialogues.

Everything's great.

But sorry.

The truth is still the truth.

Exactly!

We can discard all the other evidence.

No, I didn't say that.

But all I'm saying is...

this discussion can't go on for life.

We need to have a fixed time frame.

I have a proposition.

Let's fix a time limit

after which we have to reach an unanimous decision.

I have no problem.

We're sorted then.

Let's discuss til

- Are you okay? - No...

Sorry. Why?

You were scratching your nose.

- It reminded me of something. - What's going on?

- We're trying to solve a problem. - I'm trying to help.

A point came to my mind.

Okay, go on.

What's this national crisis you want to talk about?

Not national. It's local.

Why were you scratching your nose?

What has that got to do with the case?

I was having irritation.

Quite common in high humidity.

How did you get the mark on your nose?

What's your point?

Did you get it from the glasses?

Now he's a problem with that too.

Not at all.

I'm trying to make a point.

Noticed the old lady when she was testifying?

She was scratching her nose

and she had such a mark too.

Right on her nose.

Yeah.

She did.

Tell me something.

Do we get such marks if we don't wear glasses?

Is it possible?

Not possible.

I didn't see any mark.

- She did have a mark. - Yes.

Then why didn't the defense lawyer bring it up?

We didn't either.

- None of us noticed. - Exactly.

It didn't occur to us for so long.

All thanks to him for raising the point.

Okay, she wears glasses.

Why didn't she wear them to the court?

The same reason people spend on contact lenses.

I don't think you noticed...

she dressed up in fancy clothes.

And put on a lot of make up.

It's very evident.

She was insecure about her age.

She had a complex about her appearance.

You're right.

Tales from the Arabian Nights.

Let's say the lady was insecure about her age.

So she dolled up.

To look like an actress in court.

But she was alone at home.

When she witnessed the murder.

It's a given she had her glasses on.

It's not a given.

We must not forget something.

We all know she had gone to bed.

She was unable to sleep and feeling restless.

So she got up to have some water.

Do you sleep with your glasses on?

No one does that.

So within a few seconds, she got up.

Saw the boy killing his brother.

Then put on her glasses.

It's difficult to do all this in just a few seconds.

In fact, I think...

it's impossible.

Were you with her?

Were you?

No, you were not.

I'm only talking about a few possibilities.

How does it matter if she wore glasses or not?

The main point is...

the lady testified she saw the boy kill--

Here's the main point.

I can't sentence him to death based on her testimony.

Game.

She saw the boy from 150 feet away without her glasses.

Set.

Through the compartments of a moving train.

And match!

Think you're too smart?

I'll give you one tight slap.

It'll set you straight.

Get lost!

Piss off!

What are you staring at?

Don't you give me that look.

Don't you dare think...

I'll tolerate your--

Well, well.

We were solely depending on an eyewitness testimony.

But all thanks to you...

we now know that eyewitness is completely undependable.

Right.

And...

- I want to change my decision. - Bloody hell!

- What? - Forget it.

- Listen up! - Where are you going?

- Enough of your f--king nonsense! - Ignore him.

We're not joking around here.

How dare you?

- We've come to a decision-- - It's a waste of time.

Hello? Excuse me. Where are you going?

Stop.

Enough is enough!

You have no manners.

You're constantly misbehaving.

Bringing up our religion.

Making personal attacks.

What do you think?

We're a bunch of fools wasting our time here?

Everyone has been trying to solve an important matter.

We're trying to reach an unanimous decision.

Where are you off to?

Hell! I'm off to hell.

- You belong to hell! - Watch it!

Get lost!

You couldn't argue with reason.

So now you're running away.

Just because we proved her testimony is undependable.

Undependable? What do you mean?

You're letting the swine get away.

- Watch your tongue! - How dare you say that?

It's proven the boy can't be the killer.

It's not.

- It never will be. - Incorrigible!

You're all dancing to his tunes.

Had enough of your bloody crap.

The old geezer is lonely.

The b---h is blind.

- Bulls--t! - Stop it!

He's the killer. It's written on his face.

Mind your language.

I know how these people are.

My neighbourhood is full of them.

You're crossing your limits.

Damn right I am!

Serves you right!

He's been going on talking rubbish.

And I've been listening.

Did I say anything?

No, I didn't. Not a word.

But enough is enough!

You don't know them at all.

Wars. Riots. Murders.

Who's behind it all?

Come on, tell me.

Who's the culprit?

You feel bad for a boy who killed his brother.

Your heart goes out to him.

Your heart aches for him.

Brother, uncle, father, son...

They've slaughtered their families.

Take a look at the history books.

The Mughal Empire. Delhi Sultanate.

They killed their brothers for the throne.

Brutally chopped them into pieces.

Hey!

Stop spewing venom! Stop it!

Hey! Shut the f--k up!

Saw the Partition of Bengal?

And riots of 1948? What were you doing then?

Enjoying patriotic songs on the radio?

Gopal Patha was saving the Hindus from being butchered.

What were you doing then?

He was spoiling Suhrawardy's plans.

What were you doing then?

I was there.

I've witnessed the riots.

I've lived through them.

I've survived the riots.

I've seen them killing their own.

Bloody pseudo-intellectuals!

You know what they did to our women.

Still, you're supporting them.

You're going on and on.

The govt. is building madrasas. Raising jihadis.

Our Parliament. Our offices. Our playgrounds.

They're everywhere.

And you're enjoying it.

What is he trying to say?

What happened?

You don't believe me?

Look into my eyes.

I know them well.

- You don't believe me? - Please leave.

This is wrong. Sir...

This is a mistake.

I'm saying this in general.

There are exceptions like him.

He's a great guy.

But what about others?

The entire community?

Bloody... I feel like...

What the hell is going on?

This is a big mistake.

You're making a blunder.

Shah Bano.

Kasab.

We've backed them time and again.

But not anymore.

More riots.

Three more communal riots.

And the system will be rid of them.

- Am I right? - Listen.

- Bloody swine! - Hey, what the hell!

- He'll die. - Let him go.

- Let him go! - Sir, please don't.

- I'm going to kill you. - Do something!

Let him go!

- Just a second. - Bloody right-wing pests!

- Aren't you a Hindu? - Yes, I am.

- Why are you... - I'm a Hindu.

Thousand times more than you.

You are a filthy pest.

And I'll have to get rid of you.

Enough of this peaceful secularism!

And white doves s--tting on the parapet of democracy!

It's time for...

a violent version of the same.

You know what?

We should've started cleansing before 1947.

Then...

our country would've been different.

Thank you.

I thank all of you for...

making me see reason.

Usually, I don't get so hyper.

Monitor.

I would like to change my vote.

No, no...

No.

- Not guilty. - This is a wrong.

- I'll change my vote. - It's wrong!

- Not guilty. - You know the history.

How can you ignore it?

How can you forget the past?

Your final verdict?

Not guilty.

This is unfair.

- Your verdict? - I don't know.

I said it already.

Guilty.

This is so wrong.

What are you staring at?

Not guilty.

You're still forcing me.

You're pressurizing me.

Not guilty.

He's not guilty.

This is not right.

I'm okay...

What happened?

Why is everyone staring at me?

What?

I'm not going to change my vote. No.

You can't force me.

I can clearly see it.

This is a conspiracy against me.

It's very clear.

It's eleven versus one, right?

So what?

You think I'm scared? No, sir.

Nothing to be scared of.

I have the right to not change my vote.

It's evident the boy is the killer.

So many evidence against him.

Look.

The old man heard them fight.

He saw the boy running away.

And there's the knife.

He lied about his alibi too.

You said something a few minutes ago.

We can discard all evidence except the lady's testimony.

Yes, we can.

What did she say in court?

She witnessed the murder.

But we're busy discussing if she wore glasses.

How does it matter?

How can you think I'll let him get away?

Right here in the chest.

The knife was lodged four inches deep in his chest.

That scoundrel did it.

Who did he stab?

His own brother.

But who cares?

How does it matter?

He...

He killed his brother.

That man died.

But no one cares.

The man might've worked so hard.

To pay for his brother's school fees.

But the boy killed him.

Killed his brother.

Not done. Not done.

There's no one to keep him on a tight leash.

No one to guide him. To straighten him out.

No one at all.

So he's free.

Sorry.

Hey.

Sorry for what?

Why are you sorry?

Who are you apologising to?

I don't have any brother. I never had.

Sorry!

Yes, I shouldn't lie.

I...

did have a brother.

I used to love him like my son.

I wanted him to join the army.

Or become a lawyer.

One day, I returned home.

Saw him playing with dolls.

Dressed up like a girl.

I gave him a tight slap.

But he didn't stop. He kept doing it more.

One day, I lost it and hit him.

You know what he did?

He slapped me.

Right here.

Right across my face.

He slapped his elder brother.

Then he left home.

Moved to another city.

Now I hear...

he's some big-shot fashion designer now.

Even has a boyfriend.

Such an ungrateful fellow.

- He's changed his surname-- - Brother.

Our world is different from yours.

Different, my foot!

I wanted to live life on my own terms.

To be who I am.

To keep the real me alive.

That's why I left.

I've wronged you.

The boy is not at fault.

Why are you punishing him to get back at me?

Let him go.

Let him live.

You...

Not guilty.

Then what happened?

What else? It's over.

- They let me go. - Now what?

I've left it up to God.

Thought those rascals would convict me.

And I would go to jail for 14 years.

But thanks to everyone's prayers, I got saved.

Got saved?

You didn't do anything so...