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Mom, where are my clothes?

I threw them out.

What have you done, Mom?

What on earth have you done? You've left me without a shred of proof.

Sehar, sweetheart...

Just forget about reporting this to the police.

No, Mom.

I'm reporting it.

And you can't do this to me.

If you all keep carrying on like this, I will leave this house for good.

Sehar?

Sehar?

Sehar's locked herself in her room.

She refuses to come out.

And what would she do if she came out?

We've all imprisoned her in this house.

And now we're trapped right along with her.

Please, go talk to her. Try to reason with her.

Ask her to at least eat something.

Where are you going?

Exactly where I should have gone two days ago.

I was a fool to come back here.

I came back thinking my own family would have my back,

that you'd give me strength.

Sister, you are not going anywhere.

Are you going to stop me?

Yes, I am.

Saad, I must get a medical exam.

If I don't get it done on time, I won't have any evidence left.

Sister, it's a police case. We won't find justice.

It'll only disgrace the family.

Is that all you care about? Our reputation?

And it doesn't bother you

that the man who did this to me is just walking free?

That your own sister won't get justice?

Then go tell Mom to unlock that gate

and just see what I do.

Sister, if I don't kill that man with my bare hands,

-then you can hold me to it. -And then what?

You'll murder him, and they'll hang you?

That's really going to bring honor to our family, isn't it?

That'll really salvage our reputation?

Whatever, Sister.

You're not going anywhere.

Dad, tell him that I have to go, it's urgent. I am leaving.

Sister, please. You are not going.

Saad, let go of me!

-Dad, why won't you stop him? Dad. -I told you, you're not going anywhere, Sister!

Let go!

Dad!

Sehar, why haven't you filed the police report yet?

I don't know what to do, Zara.

Mom and Dad are refusing to listen.

What am I supposed to do?

Why not? They're so educated and sensible.

They love you so much. Why are they doing this?

I don't know what's gotten into them or what's happened to their sense of reason...

I just don't know.

Look, don't waste any more time.

Go and file the report right now.

You don't need to be afraid of anyone.

Zara, my family has locked me in.

They won't let me go anywhere.

It's late there.

Everyone must be asleep by now.

Just leave without telling anyone.

I'll call Hira and Zeeshan too, and they'll come and meet you there.

No, Zara.

It took every ounce of my courage just to call you.

Please, don't tell anyone. Please.

What are you saying, Sehar? An injustice was done to you.

Of course, your friends will be there for you right now.

Why would you even think otherwise, sweetheart?

My own family isn't standing by me. Why would someone else?

Sehar, please, just find the courage.

Somehow, just get to the police station.

File the report, and they'll take care of everything else.

Sehar, are you still there?

Hello?

Sehar?

Well, hello, Mr. Sickly.

You look perfectly healthy for someone who skipped university.

Welcome back, Dr. Mariyam.

Where's Asad? Didn't he come with you?

Yeah, he's on his way. He said he'd be here shortly.

Come.

Greetings, Uncle.

Greetings, dear.

Greetings, Aunt.

Greetings.

How have you been, Mariyam?

I'm well, thank you. How are you?

I'm fine.

How's Sister Sehar feeling now?

Yes, Sehar's fine. She's gone to the office.

Oh, okay.

I'm at home, not at the office, Mom.

It's not just today.

I've been home for five days now.

Isn't that right, Saad?

Sister, please, go inside.

Let's not make a scene in front of Mariyam.

I'm not making a scene.

You're the one who's terrified of what people will think,

especially your friends.

So, how long are we supposed to live in this fear?

How long will you keep me

and Dad keep you prisoner in this house?

Sister, I'm warning you for the last time. Go inside.

Or what?

What more could possibly happen to me?

Dad, please make her understand. Tell her to be quiet.

Sehar, dear...

I think I should go.

-I'll come back some other time. -Mariyam, wait.

If you leave today, time itself will stop in this house.

Please, stay.

I don't understand.

I don't even know what's going on.

What happened is...

I was raped.

My boss raped me in his house.

And the worst part is,

my family thinks it was my fault for going there in the first place.

That I should've known he was alone.

-What? -And my own family...

they've had me locked up in this house for five days.

They won't let me report it.

They're terrified of what people will say, of the gossip,

worried about how it will tarnish the family name.

I am so sorry, Sister Sehar.

None of this is your fault.

Uncle, Aunt...

you're educated people.

How can you even think this way?

How can you do this to her?

This is completely wrong.

What's wrong?

Mariyam, you wouldn't understand.

So it's better if we just drop this now before Asad gets here.

Drop what, Saad?

What is it that I wouldn't understand?

Uncle, Aunt, what you're doing is wrong.

And you?

Are you stuck in the dark ages?

Instead of helping your sister, you're standing in her way.

Mariyam, please.

This is a private family matter.

And spare me the woke lecture.

How is this a private matter, Saad?

I'm your friend, aren't I?

I'm a guest in your home.

Your mindset... it affects me too.

That's a ridiculous way to try and make your point.

If you had bad intentions today and did something to me,

would you blame me for it? For being in your house?

What are you talking about, Mariyam?

Do I look like a rapist to you?

If you could judge a book by its cover,

then there'd be no such thing as crime, would there?

Rapists, thieves... they'd all be caught immediately.

Mariyam, I invited you to my home.

I live here with my parents.

And if they weren't here today and you had lied to me,

how would I have known?

Mariyam, please just go.

Please, leave.

I'm ashamed to call you my friend.

And that you think this way.

Sister Sehar, come with me to the police station.

Enough. That's enough, Mariyam.

Get out of here right now.

It's okay, Mariyam.

You should go.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I'm leaving, Saad.

But it's a real shame that in supposedly educated homes,

there are still brothers like you.

No woman deserves a friend, or a brother like you.

Uncle.

Aunt.

Please try to understand Sister Sehar.

Please, stand by her.

And if you need me at any point, I'll be there for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Is that it?

Are you happy now, Dad?

Now she'll go to the university and tell everyone.

How will I ever show my face again, Dad?

Saad,

stop Mariyam.

Go and talk some sense into her, tell her not to say a word to anyone.

There's no point in trying to talk to her now, Mom.

She's just downstairs. At least try.

Go.

Hello?

Sehar, where on earth are you?

I've called you a dozen times, and you're not picking up.

I just didn't know what to do.

Why not?

What did the police have to say?

I haven't been to the police.

What?

You haven't been? Why not?

My parents have locked me inside.

The door's bolted from the inside, I can't leave.

Are you serious? Who does that to their own daughter?

That's the kind of thing you'd expect from ignorant people in some backwater village.

Well, it is happening.

Here in the city. To me. This is my reality.

Alright, if that's how it is...

I'm calling Hira this instant.

I'll tell her to call the police and report your parents

for holding you against your will, preventing you from filing a report.

The police will be there in no time.

No, please, don't do that, Zara.

Sehar, what has gotten into you?

Why are you doing this to yourself?

I just don't know what to do.

Sweetheart, you're in shock right now,

still in denial about what happened.

By the time you come to your senses,

it will be too late.

Sehar, get a grip. Call the police.

Are you even listening to me?

Sehar, trust me on this. Call the police.

If you don't call them, I will.

No, I'm going.

I'm going to the police station.

You promise?

You're really going?

Look, I'm calling you back in half an hour.

If you haven't gone or you don't answer,

I swear, Sehar, I'm sending the police to your house myself.

Don't call me. I'll call you when I'm back.

I promise you,

I'm serious this time. I will go.

I will file the report.

I'm leaving right now.

Bye.

Kindly correct me if I am wrong.

So your friend, all the way from Canada,

persuaded you to leave your house and file a report with the police.

Yet your own family, your parents,

and your brother, who were right there with you, offered no support.

Instead, they imprisoned you in your own home.

Is that correct, Ms. Sehar?

My family was afraid.

They were worried about the scandal, what people would say.

They were thinking about my life... my future.

And you are an educated woman.

Are your parents educated as well?

Yes, my family is educated.

So, in this day and age,

a modern woman's educated parents... simply got scared?

So, has justice finally started being served to rape victims in this era, sir?

Has society begun to see rape as a crime,

instead of a matter of so-called honor?

No.

You’re right.

That is why I want to make it perfectly clear to the court

that in my eyes, rape is a grave and unforgivable crime.

Every person who commits this crime deserves to be punished.

And every victim of this heinous crime deserves nothing but justice.

That's why, Miss Sehar, I must ask you…

You're an educated, successful professional,

perfectly capable of making your own decisions.

Even if your family forbade you,

why didn't you file a police complaint yourself?

Sir, I made a mistake.

I just couldn't bring myself to go to the police station.

Of course.

That's how it is in our society, isn't it?

Miss Sehar, if a fire suddenly erupted in your building,

who would you call?

I'd call the fire brigade immediately.

I wish your parents a long and healthy life,

and may you always have their protection.

But tell me, God forbid, if one of them were to suddenly fall gravely ill,

what would you do?

I would call for an ambulance.

What number would you call for an ambulance?

One, one, two, two.

Very impressive.

Your generation always has a clever solution at its fingertips.

Now… perish the thought,

Miss Sehar, but if your home were being robbed,

which number would you call?

I'd call the police on one, five.

And that brings me to my point.

So, Miss Sehar,

if you couldn't muster the courage to go to the police station,

why didn't you simply call the police?

Objection, Your Honor.

This is badgering the witness.

The question has been asked and answered

as to why she did not report to the police for six days.

But my fellow counsel insists on asking the same question in different ways.

There's a difference between an answer

and a satisfactory one, isn't there, Your Lordship?

I’ll ask in as many ways as it takes until I receive one.

Objection overruled.

You may continue.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

So, Miss Sehar…

You can order food online at midnight,

you can summon a car if yours breaks down...

the police emergency line has just two digits,

one and five.

You know both numbers.

So if you couldn't leave the house yourself,

you couldn't even dial two simple digits?

No, I couldn't.

My family was pressuring me.

They're crushed by the burden of respectability.

The burden of respectability.

An excellent title for a script.

You're a fine dramatist.

After you lose this case,

you should try your hand at writing for television.

You've got a bright future.

You'd give the current writers a run for their money.

Objection, Your Honor.

A personal attack on the witness.

Objection sustained.

Mr. Bukhari,

do I really need to remind a senior lawyer like yourself

what is and isn't permissible to say to a witness?

I don't know what's taking so long in there.

God only knows what kind of questions Kamran's lawyer is asking her.

Mom, don't worry. Whatever he's asking,

I'm sure Sister Sehar can handle it.

Yes, but...

lawyers like Bukhari are masters of their craft.

They can fluster anyone just by twisting the truth.

But our lawyer is good, right?

She won't let that happen.

She'll take care of it...

she has to.

As you stated, Miss Sehar…

your family didn't allow you to file an FIR for six days

because they were crushed by the burden of respectability.

So it must have taken you some time to convince

these honorable people to go along with your story, correct?

Objection, Your Honor.

That is an accusation, not a question.

And my client is not the one on trial here.

It is not an accusation, Your Lordship.

I'm simply acknowledging that they are, indeed, respectable people.

And I declare here in open court

that I condemn anyone

who commits a crime as heinous as rape,

or even considers it.

My sympathies have always been, are,

and will always be with the women who are victims of rape.

But what about the men?

What about the men, your Lordship,

who are falsely accused of a crime like rape?

Their lives are destroyed. Their families are ruined.

It gets to a point where they are driven to...

driven to contemplate taking their own lives.

Will women like these not be held accountable?

Women who conspire to falsely accuse my honorable client?

What's with this plan you keep harping on about?

I had no plan.

If anyone had a plan, it was your client.

And it was his plan all along to commit this atrocious crime against me.

How long are you going to keep saying the same thing?

Get her some water. Water now.

Hurry up, get her some water.

Oh no, no, you... you...

Your Honor, clearly, my client is becoming overwhelmed

by these personal attacks.

I request that the court adjourn this cross-examination

until the next hearing, please.

Well, Mr. Bukhari?

What is your response to Miss Beenish's request?

Your Lordship,

I had no intention of badgering her client, nor do I have one now.

I was simply trying to bring the whole truth to light...

in fact, I was on the verge of laying out the entire plan.

However, if Miss Sehar isn't ready today,

I have no objection.

The hearing can be adjourned. But...

my questions tomorrow will be the same as they are today.

Because the truth tomorrow will be the same as it is today.

There is only one question before this court, Your Honor.

Is Kamran guilty, or not?

Everything else is an irrelevant distraction,

and whether these stories are true or false

has no bearing on the outcome of this case.

Oh, it has all the bearing, Your Lordship.

In fact, it already does.

That's precisely why Miss Beenish is trying to stop my cross-examination.

Because I am exposing her client, Miss Sehar's web of lies,

and bringing the truth to light.

My fellow colleague is the one

weaving tales here by omitting the background, Your Honor.

He is conveniently skipping the context to avoid the truth.

Because the truth will expose his client.

Without context, even a half-truth is tantamount to a lie, Your Honor.

In that case, Your Lordship, I will continue my cross-examination.

We will soon find out what the background is...

whether the truth is half, whole, or incomplete.

And it will also become clear

how these women conspire to trap decent, unsuspecting men.

Men are not angels.

Because angels don't break the law.

If men were angels,

our society would not need laws, police, or courts.

Then what about women like your client, who also exist in this society?

Why wouldn't we need them?

Pick any crime.

Visit any prison.

You'll find they are filled with men, not women.

And it's the crimes committed by men

that keep lawyers like you in business, not women.

You're getting personal now.

The two of you will not argue with each other, please.

Mr. Bukhari, complete your cross-examination.

And Miss Beenish, please be seated.

Sir, I am trying to...

Sehar, you didn't drink your water.

I'll drink it, my throat is getting dry.

Your Lordship, with your permission.

Here, take this.

Miss Sehar,

even now, countless people in this country would believe your story.

Do you know why?

Because your story has all the right ingredients... sorrow,

injustice, helpless parents, and a poor, victimized girl...

pitted against a rich and powerful man.

But that's all it is... a story.

Because the real victim here is my client.

By falsely accusing him,

you've backed yourself into a corner, Miss Sehar.

A dead end from which there is no escape.

This isn't a dead end.

It's a cesspool, one that you and your client created.

And you're both going to be dragged through the mud.

I've got nothing to lose.

Oh, really?

Then why do you look so worried?

Objection, Your Honor.

My client has faced injustice and lawlessness

and is now being subjected to personal attacks.

She's anxious about whether justice will be served.

Your Lordship, if anyone has reason to be worried right now, it is my client.

Because the allegations she has leveled

are just like a pro wrestling match on TV.

What are you trying to imply, Mr. Bukhari?

Your Lordship, everyone present in this courtroom

must have seen wrestling on television.

There's a ring, there are wrestlers.

There are holds, there are shouts, there's everything...

but it's all just for show.

A court is in session here.

Witnesses are present, arguments are being made, but...

every single word concerning this incident is a lie,

because the incident in question never even took place.

The hearing for this case is adjourned until next Tuesday.

All rise.

Sehar.

What happened?

Sehar, are you crying, my dear?

-What's wrong, my child? -Why are you crying?

Why are you crying, my child?

Why is she crying like that? What's the matter?

It's nothing like that.

Mr. Bukhari just resorted to the same old character assassination tactics

that lawyers typically use in these kinds of cases.

What did that vile man say to Sister Sehar?

-Get her some water. -It’s not as bad as it seems.

Sehar, listen to me.

There's only one more hearing.

After that, your cross-examination will be over.

Sehar, the real fight has only just begun.

You have to be strong.

I'm alright. Please, don't worry about me.

I just wasn't mentally prepared for him to ask those kinds of questions.

I can understand.

It's okay, but it's not the end of the world.

This is just how things go in cases like this.

That Bukhari... what plan was he talking about?

He's probably concocted some story to discredit your case.

We'll find out in the next hearing what their strategy is to save Kamran.

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?

Come on, let's go home. That's enough for today.

Let's go.

-Let's go, dear. -Come on now. Come on, dear.

Unbelievable.

Beenish, I noticed something.

Kiran looked terribly worried.

I have a feeling she doesn't know the truth.

Really?

Have you spoken to Rohit?

Did he say anything?

Every time we speak, we end up in an argument.

But I'm still trying my best to get through to him.

Okay.

I understand.

This can't be easy for you.

It's okay.

Thanks.

We are winning this case, Mr. Kamran.

All Sehar had was a sob story, and she delivered it.

And then you saw

how my questions tore her apart.

That was masterful, Mr. Bukhari.

But that little performance Sehar gave in court...

You don't think it will affect the judge, do you?

You just watch. In the next hearing, with a few more questions,

I'll rip her case to shreds.

Right, but...

Sehar's lawyer is going to cross-examine me as well, isn't she?

Mr. Kamran, Sehar’s lawyer won't ask you a single question.

You see, Sehar is the one who made the accusation.

The burden of proof lies with her.

But I am prepared to answer her lawyer's questions.

Look, that would only happen if you decide to take the stand under Section 340.

Only then can she question you. Otherwise, she can't.

The law grants every accused person the right

to choose whether or not they want to testify under oath.

However, from what I've seen of you,

I've concluded you have nothing to fear, and you don't need any preparation.

Then again, a little bit of fear is probably a good thing.

No, no, I get it. That's why I'm suggesting it.

What's it called... testify under oath?

I'll do that, and then I can deal with Beenish's questions.

No, no, that's not necessary at all.

Look, if you want my legal advice,

there's absolutely no reason to do that.

Why put ourselves in the line of fire when the law gives us an out?

-Alright, I'll get going then. -Okay, I'll walk with you.

But you know what they say, always listen to your legal counsel.

Especially when that counsel is Bukhari.

Well, if you're saying it's the right call, then it is.

It's the right move.

Can someone please tell me what's going on here?

What's true and what's not?

What do you mean by that?

Everything I'm saying is the truth.

Sehar falsely accused me.

You saw with your own eyes in court how completely she was exposed.

Rohit, why can't Manisha see that this accusation is false?

Rohit, I'm asking you a question.

Isn't the fact that I'm standing by Kamran enough?

But Manisha isn't standing by you.

You won't show up to court for Kamran,

but she shows up for Sehar.

What am I supposed to make of that?

What are you on about, Kiran?

Look...

try to understand, that's Manisha's choice.

What is poor Rohit supposed to do about it?

What do you mean by what Rohit can do?

Rohit can tell Manisha the truth,

assuming what you're saying is actually true.

For God's sake.

You're doubting me because of Manisha, aren't you?

You don't trust me, and you don't trust Rohit either.

I'm not doubting anyone.

I just want to know why Manisha doesn't believe your side of the story.

Please, just leave me out of this.

I have to get to an important meeting, okay?

Rohit.

Until I get to the bottom of this, no one is going anywhere.

Kiran, this is the truth.

The same truth I keep telling you.

I don't know why you're making a scene.

I'm making a scene?

Well, who else would it be?

The office is swamped. Can I go?

I've already told you.

Until I find out what's really going on, nobody leaves this room.

Rohit, you've been my friend for just as long as you've been his.

And that's the very friendship I'm honoring by being here.

No, you're not honoring your friendship with me.

You're only taking his side.

Really?

Would it make you happy to see him go to jail?

For this company's reputation to be destroyed and for it to go under?

I'm trying to be a friend to you both. Why can't you see that?

So that means Sehar is telling the truth.

Alright, that's enough.

We just came from one court,

and now you've set up another one right here.

Fine.

Don't tell me a thing, either of you.

I'm going straight from here to Manisha,

-and she'll tell me the truth. -Kiran.

Please, leave Manisha out of this.

Oh.

Is Manisha really out of this, Rohit?

Is the woman who shows up in court with Sehar Manisha’s long-lost twin now?

Alright, just sit down.

I’ll tell you everything.

No, Rohit.

What do you mean by that?

What is your problem?

What’s my problem?

Do you even hear yourself?

Do you think before you speak,

or do you just say whatever comes into your head?

You two figure this out and let me know. I’m leaving.

Rohit, if you walk out that door…

I’m going straight to Manisha.

Kamran, you need to decide.

Who’s going to tell her? You, me, or Manisha? Please.

I’ll tell her.

But not here, the whole office will hear us.

I’ll come home tonight,

and whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you then.

You can go for now.

Rohit!