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Sir!

Sir!

Hello.

Come in!

May I?

Yes.

Oh, thank you.

Why are you staring at me?

No, it's nothing. Sorry.

Tell me.

I am Senior Inspector Maruti Nagargoje.

-From crime branch.
-Oh, okay.

I guess there is some misunderstanding.
I handle civil cases...

not crime cases.

-If you have any civil related problems--
-The problem is at your end.

I am here to solve it.

What do you mean?

I am here to investigate the incident
that occurred at your place.

Is my case referred to the crime branch?

What's the reason?

I can't comment on that.

If you have any doubts...

have a look at this.

I don't like to beat around the bush.

Whatever you are going to share,

I can use against you.

So, before uttering a single word...

think about it.

Tell me.

It's nothing. On 28th June,
Bhakti and I went out for dinner.

Please, don't repeat
the content of your statement.

I know it by heart, it's useless.

Oh, really?

Not just yours,

I don't give a damn
about anyone's statements.

You are a cop, aren't you?

Of course, but I don't believe in...

people's statements and legal hogwash.

Just tell me your story
from the beginning.

From the beginning?
What do you mean?

I mean...

from the time you planned
your trip to Lonavala.

Wow!

You are quite well-informed.

I get paid for that.

You can reveal whatever you deem fit.

You have that liberty.

But then...

There is nothing serious.

That we can discuss later.

Do you recollect anything?

Four to five days before the incident--

What was the date?

The date...

was 22nd June.

Chapekar brothers assassinated
General Rand on that date.

Maybe.

So...

on 22nd June,
we had a minor argument at my place.

Hello.

Yes, this is Mr. Aaba Gokhale.

Is Bhakti there?

Oh.

No, it's past nine.

She is not answering my call.

I think the professor is
too busy to answer my calls.

Yes, okay.

Sure, I will inform you
as soon as she reaches.

Hello, is this Nitin?

Bhakti isn't home yet.

Rahul's phone is unreachable.

What did you say?

Oh, you want me to call
Bhakti on her cell phone?

You think that thought never
crossed my mind?

Okay, no problem.

No wonder you are Rahul's friend.

Hang up now.

Hello.

This is Mr. Aaba Gokhale.

Is Bhakti at your place?

What did you say?

I should try calling on her cell phone?

Strange! It didn't strike me.

Wow! You come up
with such brilliant ideas.

Thank you so much.
I will try calling her.

Hello, Dad.

Hey, Rahul.

Yes?

You idiot!

What's wrong with your phone?

What do you mean?

Oh, I am sorry.

I was busy, so I had switched it off.
What's the matter?

Your wife isn't home yet.

-So?
-So?

It's past ten now.

Don't worry, Dad.
She must've got stuck in traffic.

-Have some water.
-Thank you, Vitha.

-Sir!
-Yes?

-I will take your leave now.
-Okay.

I hope you won't have
any new excuses tomorrow.

Be on time.

You're impossible.

Don't you think she should
at least keep me informed?

It's okay, Dad!
She must've been busy.

You defend your clients in the court...

and your wife at home.

Please, don't say such things in front
of her. She will be home any moment now.

Oh, are you leaving?

Ma'am.

You should've at least
called to inform sir.

Your old man gets so restless.

I hope you have cooked dinner.

Let's talk tomorrow.

Bhakti... where are you?

There she is.

Hey...

why are you so late?

I was busy in a meeting.

Do you expect me to say
no to such meetings?

I had told you.

Is it a big task to call
me and inform the same?

I had called you at 6:30 in the evening,
but you didn't answer my call.

-Yeah. I had gone out at that time.
-I see.

I tried your number as well.
Your phone was switched off.

Oh, yeah! I was in a meeting.

I kept trying our landline number,
but it was continuously busy.

I was busy then.
I had a few important calls to make.

So, what do I do?

It's okay.

What do you mean?

And why do you get so irritated?

Hey, have some water.

Yes.

If you stay out until such late hours,

won't I get worried?

Tell me.

Yeah, I would've been very happy
if you were genuinely worried.

Did you hear that?

-Did you watch that new movie?
-What?

What?

Yeah! I mean, why pretend?
Let me change the topic directly.

Why do you taunt her?

Yes, Mom?

Where the hell have you been?

From the time Aaba called,

-your father has become restless.
-Hear me--

-You should inform him.
-It's okay.

-Have I accused her?
-You're getting me wrong.

I tried explaining him,
but still he is irritated.

Why do you get so hyper?

May I hang up, please?

Okay.

Do call me in the morning.

-Yes, I will.
-Dad, calm down.

Dad.

Did you call my mom?

Yes, Mr. Damle?

Yes, she is home.

No, she was in a meeting.

Please, talk to them.

I will call you soon, okay?

Why don't you answer the call?

Hello.

Who is Godse?

From 304.

Yes, tell me.

-Oh, you're home!
-Yes, Mr. Karkhanis. I am home.

-Yes, she is home.
-Thank you.

-Hey, take care!
-Yes.

Good night.

Let's have dinner.

Oh, God!

Yes! She is home.

It was Nitin.

Did you call the entire world?

Kindly inform everyone that I am home,

else we'll get calls and visitors
all through the night.

I called them once.

I am not calling them again.

You came home late,
so you should call them.

-Why should I?
-Let me call everyone.

-I don't have anything better to do.
-Do whatever you want!

Tell me.

There are two lists.

Why have you marked these?

Because I called them twice.

So, kindly inform them first.

Great.

Nishu's calling.

-Yes, dear.
-Hello, Dad. Is Mom there?

Yes, your mom is here.

Just a minute!

Yes, Nishu?

Mom, where are you?

I am home, dear.

Grandpa was telling me that
he's unable to locate you.

Please, don't do such a thing.

I get scared.

Bye, Mom.

Love you.

Love you.

What is he saying?

Why did you call Nishu?

The poor kid stays alone in the hostel.

Do you realize what he
must've gone through?

-Bhakti--
-Hold on!

Don't utter a word!

Not you, but I am the one who
gets disgraced by his behavior.

People think that I am
an irresponsible lady.

Please stop behaving like this, else--

Bhakti?

Your dinner is ready. I don't want to eat.

Here.

Bhakti.

I know I have to administer
him his insulin shot.

Come, Dad. Let's eat.

Okay, so what was the reason
for the sudden Lonavala trip?

Sure, I will tell you.
Have some patience.

Have some tea.

I met my friend, Nitin, the next day.

Last night,
we had a minor argument at home

and I ended up calling
people until midnight.

Then, Dad lectured me for one more hour.

Later, when I went to my bedroom...

Bhakti showered me with her frustration.

I don't know how to handle these guys.

Let them fight...

but you better stay out of it.

Oh, really?

But they need me all the time.

A referee is mandatory during such fights.

How can I stay out of it?

Do you know?

They find new topics to argue every day.

Okay, what I'll suggest is...

you should take them out somewhere.

Cemetery is the only place

-I should be taking them to.
-Come on!

Let them go somewhere
and fight as much they want.

Let them get the frustration out of their
system. You will get a break as well.

And thus, we decided to go to Lonavala.

The date was 24th June.

What transpired there?

Nothing serious.
We had some arguments, discussions.

Then, they cooled down...

and we headed back to Mumbai on 26th June.

And on 28th June, this incident occurred.

Yes, true...

but what has that got
to do with our trip?

You haven't told me what
happened in Lonavala.

Whatever we discussed there
is very personal and private, so...

I don't think I owe you any explanation.

So what if you are a cop?

I am sorry.

You are entitled to say what you want.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Hello.

Hello!

Yes, I have an appointment.

The number you're trying to call...

Yes, I remember.

You may come over.

The number you're trying to call...

Where should I come?

...is busy.

To the second floor.
I hope you know my college.

Please, try again later.

Yes, I do.

Sure, I will see you there.

Hey, Nitin!

Do you know any inspector by the name
of Maruti Nagargoje from the crime branch?

No, why?

He was here sometime back.
Dad's case has been referred to him.

What?

Yes.

-What are you saying?
-Yes, really.

Why?

I don't know.

What did he ask you?

He was interrogating me
about our trip to Lonavala.

I hope you didn't tell him anything.

I gave him the basic information.

Why?

He knew quite a few
details about our case.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

He must've gathered
the information from somewhere.

He shouldn't think that I am
hiding something from him.

Yes, Nitin?

Bhakti, did anyone by the name
of Inspector Nagargoje visit you?

No, why?

Uncle's case has been
referred to the crime branch.

What?

Please, hold the line.

Nitin, please tell me what happened.

It's stressing me out.

I don't know the exact details.

I will find out and update you.

But don't tell Rahul about this call.

I want to meet Mrs. Gokhale.

Hello?

-Hello!
-I will call you back.

Why are you staring at me?
Is there anything on my face?

No. It's nothing.

-Come in. I am Mrs. Gokhale.
-Yes.

My name is Prakash Bhande.

I informed you about myself
during our call.

I am writing an article for
a magazine called Judgmental.

It's very fashionable these days
to talk in favor of senior citizens.

I am sure they are not always right.

One should also consider the views
of the new generation.

Nobody cares about them.

I want to write about that,
so here I am to interview you.

But I am not any authority or a writer
for you to interview me.

I believe in those
without any strong views.

People tend to read books,

memorize the lines and use the same...

to impress everyone.
It's all rubbish.

It's always a borrowed philosophy.

I am against it. I like to interview
people with real experiences--

Excuse me. What do you
know about my experiences?

I met your husband in the court recently.

We were discussing this topic.

He shared some of his
personal incidences...

like your late arrivals at home,

your father-in-law's irritation--

-Please, answer your call.
-No, it's okay.

Your father-in-law's
irritation over the same.

He spoke to me about your
Lonavala trip, as well.

You know everything.

No, not everything.

He said that you can elaborate
more on the Lonavala trip.

I got your number from your husband.

Feel free to check with him.

No, it's okay.

Okay, then.

Go ahead. Tell me...

more about your trip to Lonavala.

Feel free to talk to me.

This car has lost its charm.

Sell it.

Why do we need two cars?

Should we both use the same car?

What's wrong with that?

When husband and wife
both are independent,

sharing a vehicle may create problems
which you may not be aware of.

What are they?

While I drive,
I'll have to bear her lecture.

And I'll always have to be
alert while she drives.

I can't tolerate any of these.

You married her without thinking twice.

Now, you've got to be alert all your life.

Rahul, let's buy a new car.

Oh, gosh!

It means you will apply for another loan.

We will grow old if we decide
to save money to buy a car.

At that time, it'll be wise to buy
an ambulance instead of a car.

It's not about buying a car.

It's about running your family.

Don't you think you should
save money for your family?

How will you face
a medical emergency?

It's so silly to live
like a patient now...

thinking about an unseen emergency.

This exactly is the problem
of your generation.

Splurge as if there is no tomorrow.

And your generation thinks
you all are immortals.

We don't worry about tomorrow
and that envies you.

No, we don't envy you. It irritates us.

To support this kind of a lifestyle...

one has to work...

and thus stay out of
home until late at night.

Dad!

I don't work just for the money.

-Oh, really?
-Yes.

Good!

And this is my personal choice.
Kindly stay out of it.

Please, refrain from commenting
on my professional life.

I failed to understand his
problem regarding my job.

I am a gold medalist in Mathematics.

Wow!

He never appreciated that.

He expected me to sit at home,
cook food and serve him hot.

He knew that I am a lousy cook.

Why did he still want me to cook?

Why?

Because that gave him a reason
to boast to his friends...

that his daughter-in-law
is in his control.

And he used to get irritated
if I spoke my heart out.

-Hey, stop the car.
-What?

Stop the car I say.

Sure.

Why do you argue?

Nitin... they didn't even wait
until we reach our destination.

They started already.

They were bickering nonstop
like the cartoon Tom & Jerry.

With age, one's health may deteriorate...

but his ability to fight never diminishes.

What?

I should do what?

I don't dare to intervene.

You know...

a family can be happy only if...

the son chooses to stay dumb
and have no self-respect.

A dutiful son and a loving husband...

are two extreme poles.

Yes.

Anyway, I will call you later.

I've got to watch the next
episode of Tom & Jerry.

Bye.

Stop acting so stingy.

-Come on!
-What did you deal?

Eight of hearts.

Eight of hearts...

-I just need one good card.
-Oh, really?

Surprise!

How do you always manage to get a joker?

-I--
-Rahul.

Bhakti, please get me a coffee.

-Dad, would you like some coffee?
-What?

What's the matter?

You laughed at me.

Is anything funny?

No... nothing.

-Is it my turn?
-Go ahead, tell me.

I may be old and withered...

but that doesn't mean I had a boring past.

I remembered something, so I chuckled.

Are there any restrictions
to laugh as well?

Sure, you can laugh.

I hope you don't mind.

Sure, no problem.
Do get up early tomorrow morning.

Why?

We have to go for sightseeing.

Hey, let's go out in the afternoon.

Let's not go out in the morning.

We are here to relax.

Didn't you relax the whole day today?

We could've relaxed at home,
we shouldn't have come this far.

He doesn't get to relax at home.

What do you mean?

He does all the household chores.

Making tea, breakfast...

ironing clothes, grocery bills, etc.
Am I right?

Hey, speak up!

-It's your turn.
-Hey, speak up!

Do you speak up only
if she enters her password?

He is scared of you.

He refuses to speak in front of you.

Not just Dad...

but every father feels the same...

that his son has married a wicked lady

and this lady has taken
full charge of his innocent son.

-Did you say this to him?
-Yes.

I proved it.

Wow!

Bhakti, you managed to make
the perfect coffee today.

-Dad!
-Yes?

As a child,
did Rahul do the household chores?

Never.

I must've told him a 100 times.

Forget the household
chores, he did nothing.

-Oh, really?
-Yes.

Why does it trouble you so much now
that he does the household chores?

What?

-Bhakti, will you--
-Hey, don't fret. I am just discussing.

I remember, after we got married,

you started helping me
in the household chores.

I am sure he must've realized that
I managed to achieve something,

which he never could.

He must've felt defeated.

Perhaps, that could be the reason...

for your envy.

It's like if a son obeys his
parents, he is dutiful.

But if he listens to his wife,
then he is henpecked.

I never envied you, dear.

I felt ashamed.

You were working, he was busy.

You guys never had any time for Nishu.

But you were always
there to look after him.

Yes, of course, but your wife
had an issue with that as well.

Nishu always used to hang around with me.

Seeing this...

she sent him off to a boarding school.

First, she snatched my son away...

and then my grandson as well.

You guys can continue.

Bhakti...

Dad's views about me
made me quite restless.

Had I not sent my son
away to a boarding school,

he would've brainwashed my son as well.

He would have contaminated
my child's views about us.

Okay.

What were your husband's views on this?

Rahul's views...

I mean, it was...

like...

Please, don't mind.

Dad walked away from there.

-Okay.
-And then,

I received the news of
Mrs. Bhagwat's sister's demise.

Who is that?

Professor Bhagwat is my colleague.

-Okay.
-She...

lost her sister.
I received a call about the same.

-Okay.
-And then I had to call a few people.

I left alone the next morning.

Okay.

Rahul and Dad stayed back for a day.

After coming back, we didn't get
the time to discuss anything.

Then, this unfortunate incident occurred.

-Professor Bhagwat, right?
-Yes.

Her sister...

I have nothing to do with this,

but just out of curiosity
I want to know.

What transpired that day?

On that fateful night,
I mean, on 28th June...

Rahul and I returned home
quite late after having dinner.

Like always, Dad was busy drinking.

I went to administer him his insulin shot.

Dad...

Dad!

-Yes?
-Here's your...

Keeping our differences aside,
I gave him the insulin shot.

Dad.

Dad!

It's raining in
Mumbai for the past...

Please increase the volume.

Dad is asleep.

What happened?

We went to the balcony

to find out why the security was ringing
an alarm at this hour.

Rahul!

Dad!

It was clear the moment
we went to his balcony.

Dad must've tried to get up

and because the railing was broken,
he must've accidentally fallen down.

The piercing whistle sound and the sight
of Dad's limp fallen body...

gives me jitters,
startling me off my sleep at night.

Yes. It's quite natural.

Right.

The line of events you narrated...

is that a fact or your assumption?

Why did you say that?

Earlier you said the door
to Aaba's room was locked.

Yes.

This is ought to be
the obvious explanation, right?

I am sure.

My article has got nothing to do
with the events of that night.

I will send you a copy
of the magazine, okay?

Thank you.

Hi!

Vitha!

Make a cup of tea for Rahul.

Why didn't you receive my call?

I was busy talking to Mr. Prakash Bhande.

Who is that?

The journalist from the Judgmental
magazine, the guy you sent to meet me.

I didn't send any such person.

Can you describe his appearance?

You know what?

He looked exactly like Dad,
but his younger and fitter version.

He has fooled you, my dear.
He isn't a journalist.

He is a cop, Inspector Maruti Nagargoje.

What did he ask you?

He asked me about
our trip to Lonavala.

-Did you reveal everything to him?
-Not really, but...

Hey!

Please, tell me everything
you both discussed.

-What's going on, Rahul?
-Did you talk to Nitin?

-No.
-Sure?

-What's going on?
-Just a minute!

Let me have a word with Nitin.

Yes... Nitin!

There's one problem--

Wait, I'll get it.

So, Nitin... Inspector Nagargoje--

I will call you later.

Bhakti!

Look who is here!

Prakash Bhande.

How are you?

I am good.

Just a minute!

Do you know him?

Yes.

He is Tatya Nagargoje's son.

We hail from the same village.

-What?
-I guess, now you know who I am.

Now, don't waste my time.

Tell me, why did you lie
to me in the afternoon?

What lie did I tell?

Professor Bhagwat's sister passed away

and hence you had
to cut short your trip.

Professor Bhagwat doesn't have a sister.

And we cops treat this as a lie.

I didn't feel it's necessary
to reveal everything to you.

Anyway, you...

Of course, you have that liberty.

Just a minute!

You were gathering this information
for an article in a magazine.

Hence, I didn't reveal a few details.

Had you revealed your true identity,

I would've told you the truth.

Bhakti!

-He is leaving--
-It's okay.

We have not committed any crime.

Why should we fear him?

And rather than cooking up
his theory from hearsay,

he should record our testimony.

You are curious to know, right?

I will tell you everything...

in the way you understand.

That night, on 24th June...

Dad and I had an argument...

at the end of which he walked out.

Leave it I say.

Why do you want
to revisit those events?

A family is meant to have differences.

Dad was doing it on purpose.

You never understood his motives.

He was always emotionally troubled,
yet you think he did it on purpose?

Will you behave that way with your son?

Please, don't change the topic.

Do you still believe that
Aaba did it all on purpose?

Yes, of course.

And I blame myself for that.

Every daughter-in-law intends to have
a good rapport with her in-laws.

And during the initial years,

I went out of my way to strike
a good rapport with him.

It was going pretty well.

In fact, they were so thick that
at times, I felt lonely.

Exactly!

Later, I couldn't maintain
the same in our relationship.

Do not go out of your
way to be nice to someone.

Not everyone can be Gandhi.

I failed to understand that.

But when I did understand,
it changed my behavior towards him.

I started to live the way I want.

Dad didn't appreciate that
and he complained about me to Rahul.

And he messed it up further.

What did I do?

I never interfered with your squabbles.

That was the problem.

This kind of a behavior
generally messes up a family.

And I blame him for this situation.
Our equations turned out...

like that of a right triangle.

A right triangle?

Do you expect me
to appear for some exam?

-What do you mean?
-I mean...

You...

may I?

Sure, here you go.

Thank you.

This is a right triangle.

Okay.

Let's assume this A is for Aaba,

R is for Rahul and B is for Bhakti,
that's me.

In a right triangle,

a hypotenuse is always longer
than the other two sides.

-Oh, really?
-Yes!

Good!

After realizing this fact,
Aaba started behaving weird.

Okay.

And thus, the bond between
Aaba and Rahul remained intact.

The bond between Rahul
and I stayed intact as well.

Yes, correct.

And Aaba and I started drifting away.

I see.

Like this.

-And thus, a longer hypotenuse was formed.
-That's right.

And when the hypotenuse grows bigger...

problems are bound to happen.

-We know it from the Mahabharata.
-Right.

How did he exactly behave?

What kind of conspiracy he was plotting?

When he realized that
we're not getting along,

-he was left with just two options.
-What were they?

To create a rift between Rahul and me.

He did that by continuously feeding
him all negative talks about me.

Secondly, he attempted to evoke sympathy
for himself in Rahul's heart

by expressing how lonely
he was without Nishu around.

I don't think Aaba will
stoop to such low levels.

He too was of a similar opinion.

Bhakti, your theory may sound good...

but Dad is not like what you portray.

He is exactly like that.
I know him very well.

If you do as I say...

I am sure he will show
you his true colors.

What do you want me to do?

I will make some excuse
and head back to Mumbai tomorrow.

Why?

Have a drink with him tomorrow evening.

After a couple of pegs,
he will admit everything.

So, you want me to get my father drunk

in order to get the evidence.
Is that what you are suggesting?

You don't have to do anything.

Just hear him out.

Okay.

Once you start drinking,

he won't start talking about me instantly.

Perhaps, after the second peg...

he will start with a generalized
theory of how women are too dangerous.

And slowly he will deviate
the topic onto me.

Then, he will try to gain
your sympathy...

by telling you how cruel I am.

Once he gains your trust...

he will tell you how smartly
I have manipulated you.

Thus, he will try to create
a rift between us.

Watch out...

while bad mouthing me,
he will also keep telling you

how Bhakti is good at heart.

Why would he do that?

He has to do that.

He can't just talk bad about me
and lose your trust.

So, he'll just make you believe
that he is a rational thinker.

-Do you really believe in what you said?
-Yes.

Just make sure...

you don't get carried away
if he gets emotional.

He sheds tears while watching
television programs, as well.

And that he watches
just for pure entertainment.

If you promise to behave the way he
wants, he will immediately stop crying.

Wow!

Believe me, this is not going to work.

Rahul, if my plan fails,

I swear I will stop
complaining about him to you.

So...

did it all proceed
the way she suggested?

No.

He was smart enough
to avoid the situation.

Just a minute!

I said to her that...

Dad's views about her are not going
to change my relation with her.

-I fully trust her--
-It's all rubbish!

I told you right in the beginning.

As Dad's complaints
about me start increasing,

you will sympathize with him
for being alone.

You will tell me to adjust
with him and his behavior.

And I am not doing that,

because I don't want to let
Dad get away with his motives.

I will not let that happen.

Naturally, you will get miffed at me
and it will be seen in your behavior.

Finally,
your annoyance and Dad's behavior

will drive me out of this house.

You will not agree at first,

but eventually you will follow me.

This is not going to help anyone.

As because of the circumstances,

you and Nishu would've
started hating me by then.

We will end up living together
with hatred for each other.

And I warn you,
I will not let that happen!

I can go to any extent to keep
my family together.

So, what did you decide?

I told Bhakti very clearly that
I can't talk to Dad like that.

That's why I was annoyed
and I returned home alone on 25th June.

I didn't deem it necessary to
tell you my personal story

hence, I lied to you about Prof. Bhagwat.

Got it?

-Yes.
-Good.

What happened next?

The next morning, they both returned.

I have told you the line of
events that occurred on 28th June.

No.

I meant,
you came back home from Lonavala.

What happened after that?

Nothing.

After coming back, they both
kept quiet about the topic.

So, I didn't bring up the topic either.
Someone has to back out.

You are quite understanding.

Just a minute!

How is this related to the event
that occurred at my place?

Sir, how can you not see the connection?

Are you hinting that we are
responsible for Dad's accident?

Certainly not.

But you are responsible
for his suicide attempt.

-What?
-Are you crazy?

Yes, I do act crazy at times.

We have been listening to you quietly that
doesn't mean you can take us for granted.

Sir, please think before
you accuse someone!

Hold on, Bhakti.
Don't utter a word.

Let's see him in the court.

Let's see who believes his theory.

I have an evidence that is
admissible in the court.

Listen, carefully!

On the night of 28th June...

you both returned home quite late.

Please correct me if I am wrong.

It's natural for a human to err.

You opened the door. You walked in.

Dropped the keys at the regular spot.

While going to your room,

you saw Aaba standing in his balcony.

He was in his senses when you saw him.

Sir, after that you went to your room.

Ma'am, like always...

you came to administer
a dose of insulin to Aaba.

Dad.

After giving his dose...

you went inside.

Sir, after a while,

you walked into his room.

You went to his balcony.

You placed your hand on his shoulder

assuming he is asleep.

You went out and shut the door.

Isn't it all perfect until now?

Let's proceed further.

After you left...

Aaba walked into his room...

and sharp at 10:40 p.m.

he called his friend... Mr. Karkhanis.

It has been continuously raining
in Mumbai for the past...

Increase the volume, please.

-Dad is asleep.
-Oh.

Aaba realized...

that it's futile to live.

You could've been a successful
writer instead of a cop.

No... I am better off as a cop.

I have all the evidence.

I told you earlier.

Aaba's friend, Mr. Karkhanis,
a resident of this society...

is a prime witness.

As mentioned earlier,

on the night of 28th June...

at 10:40 p.m.
Aaba had called Mr. Karkhanis.

He told him everything that
transpired in Lonavala.

He had no interest in living anymore.

Sir, old people tend to express
their desire to die quite often.

The point to note here is,
according to Mr. Karkhanis,

Aaba was in his senses.

Dad used to speak fluently
even after drinking.

He was never inebriated.

He used to lose balance.

Okay, but he managed to dial
Karkhanis's number perfectly.

There are several things...

one can comfortably perform
even in a drunken state.

You should know it better, sir.

True.

That's correct.

So, according to you,
he managed to do everything correctly.

Only when he held the railing,
he got dizzy instantly...

and he lost his balance.

Hold on, sir.
You are getting it all wrong.

I never said the drink
made him dizzy instantly.

Okay.

But it cannot be ruled out.

Just a minute.

This is Aaba's blood analysis report.

The content of alcohol in his blood...

is very minimal.

Just one percent.

When was this conducted?

As soon as he was
admitted to the hospital.

As per the report,
he must've consumed just a peg or so.

Do you still insist...

that Aaba was fully drunk?

Okay.

This report was filed by the cops.

Ma'am, please have a look.

His footprints were found on the stool.

Aaba was not a crazy man
to stand on the stool...

for no reason.

Right?

Don't fret.

The fun is about to begin.

Aaba had fallen at this spot.

It means, he must've fallen this way.

Thus, forming a right triangle.

Am I right?

This means, the hypotenuse
is supposed to be short.

But he leapt out of the window.

So, he must've fallen at this place.

And a new right triangle was formed.

The distance increased.

Hence, the hypotenuse became bigger.

And when the hypotenuse becomes bigger,

the problems are bound to occur,
as per her theory.

Hence, this is not an accident.

Do you still believe...

that Aaba had not attempted a suicide?

I want to ask you a question.

I can understand your
wife's way of thinking,

but you are an advocate.

Didn't you for once think that
Aaba must've attempted a suicide?

It's not that I ignored
it completely, but--

Rahul!

Wait.

Then, why didn't you inform the cops?

I wanted to save Aaba from disgrace.

Sir, you would've been disgraced,
not Aaba.

People would've disgraced you
for not taking care of him.

Had it been a suicide attempt,

you would've got blamed
for your wrong behavior.

Am I right?

Tell me, sir.

Your old man was frustrated
and wanted to end his life

but you both were busy
finding his faults.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Dad will never attempt a suicide.

That point is ruled out.

I have already proved
it with enough evidence.

I am sure nothing went wrong
between us to drive him to this point.

Perhaps, something must've gone wrong
which one of you is trying to cover up.

Aaba should've been here
to solve this puzzle.

Hello.

Thank God.

Thank you.

I got a call from the hospital.

Mr. Nagargoje... Dad is out of coma.

Congratulations.

You may go and see him.
I will meet him later.

I hope his memory is intact.

I don't have to see you again
after I record his statement.

You may go now.

What did the doctor say?

Dad is out of coma...

but because of partial consciousness,

he is still disoriented.

They fear he must've lost his memory.

If that happens...

it will be difficult to know
the line of events of that night.

I don't believe Nagargoje and his
theory of Dad's suicide attempt.

I am sorry I didn't tell you.

After you returned from Lonavala...

I had a big showdown with Dad.

Have one more.

-Small.
-Small?

You just had two pegs.

I know your capacity.

We are drinking together after ages.

Hence, I am on guard.

Two.

-Come on, Dad!
-Of course.

You don't have time for me.

We hardly talk.

Nothing like that, Dad.

You know how Bhakti is.

I have wasted my
entire life fearing women.

First 25 years fearing my mom...

the next 25 years fearing my wife
and lastly, fearing my daughter-in-law.

And we call it a "male-dominated society."

One can never choose his mother...

and one typically fails
to choose the right wife.

Daughters-in-law are every father's
punishment for fathering a stupid boy.

Am I right?

Come on, Dad!

Women are quite dangerous.

We always have to be alert.

Keep in mind.

Flexibility is an attribute
that suits a rubber,

not a husband.

I am sure you must be aware.

But you don't speak up,
so your wife goes on a spending spree.

All women love to spend.

It's not about spending money.

In order to spend, one has to work
and work takes up time.

Thus, family suffers.

You end up doing all outside work.

I end up being alone at home.

Poor Nishu is alone in
the boarding school.

I feel you will speak up,

but you don't. Am I right?

You don't even utter a word.

When I thought you are on my side,
you proved to be henpecked.

I don't think it's funny.

I am not complaining.

My daughter-in-law is a kind lady, but...

we inherently have a problem of
picking the wrong woman as a wife.

You look so good while laughing.

I keep laughing all the time.

You are noticing it today.

Anyway...

I have just a few more days to live.

When I'd die...

celebrate my death anniversary
on your wedding anniversary.

Because honestly, I died
on the day of your wedding.

Do you remember
you chanted the verse...

that meant "Father is equivalent to God"?

It actually means that the father
should die and go to heaven.

Dad...

Dad...

please don't worry.

I will always be on your side.

Keep that in mind.

Promise?

I was so desperate to hear that.
Let's shake hands on that.

You know...
we may be living in a joint family,

but in reality, our family
comprises of just you and me.

She is just a joint in our family.

A mere extension.

We should get Nishu by our side.

Yes.

She has...

separated Nishu from me.

What the hell does she think of herself!

Dad... why are you ruining my family?

You're saying I am ruining your family?

You complain about Bhakti to create
hatred in my heart for her

and to gain sympathy for yourself.

Do you think I have any
reason for doing that?

Fear!

Yes.

You fear that your son will become
a puppet in the hands of his wife.

You should be scared of this.

And you are not just scared of this.

The main reason for this fear is

she may move out of your house
with me, leaving you alone.

Do you think I will stoop so low?

I see the implications of fear
every day in the court.

A scared man can go to any extent,

which even a hardened
criminal may not think of.

Aren't you ashamed of accusing
me of such sick charges?

I am your father!

There are countless pending cases of

a father killing his son, in the court.

Enough!

Enough!

Dad!

Just a minute.

Tell me, what angered you?

My accusation...

or my disclosure of your hidden motives?

-Disclosure of my motives?
-Yes.

Bhakti had briefed me
about your behavior.

Wow!

So, she took your help
to prove me wrong?

-Wow! Great teamwork!
-She has not proved anyone wrong.

She just tried to show
me your true nature.

And you proved it right.

Hey, please stop it.

Once you decide to trap someone...

you can easily collect all the required
pieces of evidence to trap that person.

You could've thought
from my point of view as well,

but I know you will not do that
because you are upset with me.

Yes, I am irritated!

-I am irritated because of you.
-Right!

I know we behave a little different,
but you are not entitled to behave weird.

-Why?
-Because you are my father.

Is it a crime to be a father?

Agreed, it's not a crime...

but let my family behave
the way they want.

You have no right
to fiddle with my life!

You can't act like them.
You are my father.

So?

I expect unconditional love only from you.

And you disappointed me.

Why did you behave this way?

Tell me, please!

Listen, you idiot.

To answer this question...

I should've been a tad more practical...

and a tad less attached to you.

Anyway...

I guess this time...

I will get it right.

Wow!

Not a bad attempt!

Hey, dear. Can you fetch it for me?

Excuse me.

Hey...

come on in.

Hope you didn't find it
difficult to locate my place.

Please, sit.

Please, sit.

Hi!

She is my neighbor
Mr. Sahastrabuddhe's daughter.

Her parents work for an IT company.

They reach home very late.

She has a caretaker...

but she often comes to play
with me when bored.

Go, dear.

Fetch the top...

and mind your head.

Don't worry.

Do it properly.

Who else is there in your family?

I am so sorry for calling
you over at this hour.

I am sorry.

Dad is improving.

Yes, I am aware of it.
I am in touch with the doctor.

Aaba's statement is
very crucial for this case.

I called you over here....

because I wanted to apologize to you.

Your dad had not attempted a suicide.

Do you think before you speak?

Yes, I do.

I was wrong and so, I am apologizing.

Do you think it's so simple to
trouble someone and apologize?

I have apologized to you
both, forget it now.

Does he even understand what he is--

I fail to understand one thing.
If he thinks he is so smart...

doesn't he know that without
having any evidence

you can't accuse someone?

I know that.

Let's go.

In fact...

the day I came to your house,

I knew Aaba had not attempted a suicide.

You knew it already?

Yes.

-So, were you pulling a prank on us?
-Not at all.

I wanted to see the reaction
of family members of a house

in which someone has committed suicide.

It's a part of our profession.

I had a similar experience in the past...

where all family members...

were crying profusely.

You guys are pretty strong.

For causing us such...

great inconvenience,

don't you feel anything at all?

People do get inconvenienced
during interrogation.

-Do you know our constitution?
-The one by Mr. Babasaheb Ambedkar, right?

-Yes.
-Of course, it was part of our syllabus.

It clearly says, "It doesn't matter
if you let go of a 100 criminals,

but an innocent should
never be punished."

To let go of a 100 criminals
is something I don't agree with.

Go home and rest well.

Do you understand?

Rahul.

Let's go.

Do it properly.

I can't do it.

Okay, bring it to me.

I'll show you.

-Hi, Nitin.
-Hi!

What did Mr. Nagargoje say?

He thinks it's an accident.

Are you sure?

It's very difficult to figure
out what he thinks.

And about us--

Let's discuss this tomorrow.

Milord, this lady abandoned
her parents and went with him.

Now, after four years, he says,
she can't get along with his family.

He is trying to cheat her.

When my client asked him to divorce her,

-he refused.
-Go ahead, I'll come in some time.

He doesn't want to live with her...

and he doesn't want
to divorce her either.

Let's for a moment think
about my client's condition.

Ladies have immense faith
in our judiciary system.

This is not just about--

Is this your case?

No.

It's a part of my research.

This case makes me think.

We still believe a girl
should move into...

her husband's house after
marriage and not vice versa.

That change will happen soon.

The court will resume after one hour.

No, it will never change.

Ladies don't want the change.

Okay.

Men are happy to bring them over.

And the ladies get a chance...

to create havoc in the family.

They have an anger within.

They have the frustration of leaving
their parents and living with in-laws.

The only way to get even...

is by separating the husband
from his family.

They start plotting this
right after their wedding.

They also know that...

they should not be blamed by the society
for creating misunderstandings.

Even if they might be doing that.

Slowly, they poison their husbands' mind

with negative thoughts of their in-laws.

-Just the way your wife did.
-Sir, just a minute!

I don't have any interest or energy...

to discuss my family affairs.

You are convinced that
Dad's was not a suicide attempt.

It was a mere accident, right?

Just a minute.

Sir.

There is a misunderstanding here.

I told you it was not a suicide attempt.

I strongly believe it was not an accident.

-You don't believe it to be an accident?
-Nope.

And you also believe it
was not a suicide attempt?

Right.

It was an attempt to murder.

Sir, for your information,

Bhakti and I, we were in the house
when the accident occurred.

So, it's hard to believe someone
entered our house and tried to kill Dad.

-Just not possible.
-Exactly!

Yes, I never said someone from
outside attempted this murder.

Then?

I accuse your wife of attempting a murder.

You need to get yourself examined.

Don't take me so lightly, sir.

You are an advocate.

Do you think a dutiful
and innocent man like me

will accuse someone for no reason?

Let me explain.

You were in Lonavala on 24th June.

Your wife got irritated
and returned on 25th.

She was very calm on 26th.
How is that possible?

Sir, didn't she tell you?

In a family tiff, someone has
to back off to maintain peace.

I am sure in your husband-wife
arguments, she never backed off.

She anticipated about Aaba...

and it was perfect all through.

Do you think such a cunning
lady will ever back off?

How did you know about
the fight I had with Dad--

Forget it! Didn't you tell Nitin
about your fight with Aaba?

And you had warned Nitin to not
discuss this with your wife.

Yet, he blurted it all out to her.

How did you get to know this?

I am not running a grocery store, sir.

I am a cop.

It's not important to know
how I got the info.

Point to be noted here is,
your wife was aware of everything.

Yet, she pretended to not know anything
when you narrated your story.

Think about it.

Your wife is not as innocent
as you think her to be.

She is quite manipulative.

Hey, how can you be so careless?

Sorry, sir.

Let me tell you why she
decided to kill your father.

She got to know everything through Nitin.

Aaba behaved exactly
the way she predicted.

Yet, you kept her in the dark.

Thinking you will sympathize with Aaba,

she got jealous.

She feared losing you to Aaba.

And a scared person can go to any extent.

Do you think this silly reason
drove her to attempt a murder?

People get killed for
mere 5,000-10,000 rupees.

Dad is her father-in-law.

Is it mentioned in the constitution...

that a daughter-in-law
cannot kill her father-in-law?

There are hundreds of such
cases pending in the court.

I am sorry, I can't believe this.

What if I give you the evidence?

Stop!

Go back.

I feel I noticed something.

Yeah, stop.

What's the matter?

Just look over there.

Let's go.

Yeah, Maruti Nagargoje speaking.

I am sorry, I couldn't make it.

I will see you at your place.

Okay, bye.

Maruti...

did Aaba really attempt a suicide?

Who told you that?

People are talking about it.

They're saying, "Aaba attempted a suicide
because of his family issues."

Were there any issues in their family?

You know it better.

Hey, stop instigating me against them.

You have nothing to lose,
but I will lose my job.

Were there any tiffs in the family?

These stupid people don't know to fight.

Real fight is something
that only we can do.

We get a mob of 20-25 people,
thrash one another...

but we kiss and make up the next day.

We don't keep anything in mind.

Here, they have heated
yet muffled arguments.

And then, people stop talking
for a very long period.

It feels like a dead place.

Aaba used to feel lonely...

but he is not someone
who will commit suicide.

Vitha!

What is he doing here?

I have no clue, ma'am.
He came over with sir.

-With Rahul?
-Yes.

Rahul, did you get him over?

Yes, he wants to ask you a few questions.

-But--
-Thank you, sir.

Ma'am...

in the last eight to ten days, did
you connect with or call Mr. Nitin?

Last night, we all went out for a coffee.

I didn't ask what you three did together.
Did you meet him in private?

No!

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

Oh. Okay.

This is your call record.

How did you get it?

On the night of 25th at 11:30 p.m.

you got a call from Mr. Nitin.

You spoke to him for 26 minutes.

He called you again on 26th morning

at 7:30 and spoke to you for ten minutes.

He personally visited you as well.

This is a copy of the entry made
in your building's register.

Again you met him today sometime back.

I don't think you need any more proof.

Sir was with me.

Rahul, I will explain everything later.

So, ma'am,
I need to ask you a few questions.

I don't-- Please, tell him.

I don't wish to answer
any of his questions!

You have to.

Why?

Yesterday, you said--

-It was a different situation yesterday.
-What do you mean?

Thank you, sir.

Ma'am, please take your seat.

Giving insulin shots
was your routine, right?

Yes.

From where did you get it?

From a nearby chemist.

But the one found here has been
purchased from Star Medical...

a shop near Mr. Nitin's house.

I have examined the batch number.

Can you explain?

I have no clue. Dad must be knowing.

True, but Aaba can't speak now.

Which syringe did you use?

-One cc BD syringe.
-Okay.

-Were there any more drugs?
-No!

Okay.

How did this 20 cc syringe appear here?

I don't know.

Your fingerprints have been found on this.

Here is the report.

The prints are very clear.

Thick-skinned people have
crystal clear fingerprints.

I found that syringe in the fridge,
so I kept it in the cupboard.

Quite possible.

Where did you administer the shot?

On the muscle of his left arm.

But there is a sign of
a needle prick on his right hand.

How do I know?

Perhaps, in the hospital
the doctors must've--

No, ma'am.

That day, in the hospital,
before the treatment,

they made a note of an injury
on his right hand.

An injury which could occur...

if a novice gave an injection like that.

That's why,
the doctors had to administer...

the saline and other
injections on his left hand.

I clearly remember giving...

-the shot on his left hand. You can--
-You can check with him if you want.

You are using Aaba smartly
to safeguard yourself.

I am sure Aaba must be of
utmost importance to you now.

He is talking rubbish.
Rahul, please tell him--

Sir, I want to talk to you.

Rahul, don't!

Aaba behaved the way she predicted
yet you kept quiet about it.

This infuriated her to the core.

So, she plotted a plan along with Nitin.

On 26th, while you were still in Lonavala,

Nitin brought her a syringe
and an insulin shot.

In the afternoon, when you returned...

she pretended everything to be normal.

After two days of lull...

I will tell you what transpired on 28th.

Like you already mentioned,

on 28th, you both
returned home pretty late.

Like this.

While going inside, you saw
Aaba standing in the balcony.

He was sipping his drink.

You went to your bedroom.

And ma'am, you entered the kitchen.

You were a little tensed.
You kept looking around.

You opened the cupboard...

and took out the 20 cc syringe.

You opened the fridge,

filled the syringe with the medicine.

You made sure that nobody is watching you.

You kept the empty bottle...

and you walked towards Aaba's room.

Dad.

Dad.

Yes.

No. Your right hand.

-I want to inject it in the vein.
-Okay.

Nitin had informed her...

"Rather than injecting
a one cc dose in muscle

inject a 20 cc dose in vein."

This will either kill him
or make him unconscious.

What's the matter?

Ma'am.

You are not used to injecting
the dose in the vein...

so you injured his hand.

Hearing some outside sound,
you were startled.

You placed the syringe
on the table outside.

And you went to your room.

Hey, why is it bleeding?

Bhakti?

Sir, when you went to Aaba's room...

Aaba was unconscious
and you didn't realize it.

Nitin, your criminal lawyer friend...

had briefed her beforehand...

-for the scene to look like an accident...
-Dad!

-or at least a suicide.
-Dad!

She placed his footwear
on the stool so that...

it looks believable that Aaba
stood on the stool and leaped out.

It wasn't easy for her
to lift him all by herself.

She tried to pull him.

When she realized it's
not going to be easy...

she started to drag his chair.

And she got his chair
closer to the railing.

Now, to lift him was her only option.

And finally...

she pushed him out of the balcony.

Oh, God!

This is all rubbish!

You used the right triangle
theory to prove it was a suicide.

What about that?

Ma'am...

the theory is still applicable...

in this case of murder.

You are falsely trying to make
everyone believe it's a murder.

It's so funny.

When I told you it was a suicide attempt,
you tried to prove me wrong

and now you are trying to
convince me it's a suicide.

So, sir, is a suicide case easier
to fight than a murder case?

Sir, please ask your wife to confess.

Bhakti.

Please, don't listen to him.

Ma'am, please confess.

Bhakti, don't utter a word
without consulting my lawyer.

Sir, she tried to kill your dad.

I have proved it with the evidence.

While I am in my legal limits,
why do you create obstacles now?

Don't teach me legality, sir.

Ma'am, confession is your only option.

No, Bhakti!

Mind you! Once Aaba gains his
consciousness, the truth will be out.

Later, your confessions
will be of no use.

Listen to me, Bhakti!
Don't utter a word.

Yes, I am guilty.

I pushed him over.

This is what you wanted
to hear from me, right?

Are you happy now?

Do you have anything to say?

Amicably, we can sort out
certain things over here.

Later, it will be too late.

Okay, then.

I will see you in the court.

Rahul! Listen to me, please.

-Please, listen to me--
-What more do you want to confess?

Please listen to me, dear!

Rahul, listen to me!

Rahul!

Rahul!

Rahul, listen to me!

Please, come back!

I hope you remember
the third set of notes.

Come on, sing along.

Wow!

You are very much in tune.

Wait, I'll get it.

You may leave now.

I hope you will memorize all the notes.

Yes, I will.

Okay, bye.

She is my happiness.

When people realize their crime...

their behavior with
the cops changes drastically.

I prefer my brand.

This is my favorite.

You may have yours.

I will have the same.

Sure! Free booze at a cop's
expense is very rare.

Pour a drink.

Pour more generously.
It's mine, not yours.

Give it to me.

Please, don't be too harsh on Bhakti

Regarding what?

I mean...

I know she has committed a grave mistake.

She broke down and is repenting.

She is just in tears
since the time you left.

Shedding tears has got nothing to
do with emotions according to her.

Don't pay any attention to her antics.

So, you are not going to help us.

Sir, to help you, I should've
been a tad less intelligent...

and a tad more attached to you.

Thanks to my good fortune
and your bad fortune,

I am not your father.

So, I don't intend to help you.

I hope you understand.

Okay.

Can you recommend
someone who can help her?

Spiritual guru, Baba Ramdev.

Should I share his number with you?
He can be of some help.

Are you trying to be funny?

Don't you realize the gravity of
the situation? Aren't you ashamed?

You should be ashamed, sir.

You are trying to save your criminal wife

while your dad is struggling
for his life in the hospital.

You should feel ashamed
of yourself for this behavior.

Would you have supported your dad,

had he attempted to kill your wife?

You would've filed a case against him.

I have one solution to protect your wife.

You own up this crime.

-She will be freed.
-What?

Don't you remember Titanic
where Leonardo DiCaprio

gives up his life to save his girl.
It's a sacrifice, sir.

Own up your wife's crime,
and she will be free.

Do you realize what you're saying?

Do you think my family problem is...

a story line for a detective
mystery novel?

Every family has
a mysterious story to tell.

The only difference is,
your story is now out in the open.

Want some grams?

As you wish.

Look, I don't care!

It makes no sense to own up
a crime committed by my wife.

She may have attempted the murder,

but you instigated her.

What?

In this kind of a situation...

normally, we accuse women.

Do you know how it begins?

When the son's bond with father weakens.

Sir, don't give me any vague examples.

Within a year or two of your marriage,

your bond with Aaba started to weaken.

Your wife was sharp
enough to observe this.

She knew she had your support.

And she started her tiffs with Aaba.

I never interfered with their fights...

and when I did,

I always supported the one who was right.

Be it Bhakti or Dad.

I was never partial towards anyone.

Oh, come on, sir! That's not true.

Assume you had a fight with your wife.

At night, the moment she
gets closer to you...

everything is forgiven and forgotten.

It's not the case with Aaba.

He has no one to share his feelings with.

You never realized this.

Your wife's mistake is forgiven and
forgotten in a matter of a few hours.

Whereas, Aaba has to live
with bitter feelings

until you get back to him.

And you say that you are impartial.

You boosted her confidence.

She knew that her husband
will always support her.

Had you supported your father,

your wife wouldn't have had
the guts to attempt this.

Hence, I said that you instigated her.

Now... own up to the crime.

I am sure you can do it for her.

Sleep on it
and let me know.

I can help you get the right evidence
to lessen your punishment term.

Take your bottle away, please.

I don't get tempted with such frills.

See you.

Pick up the phone.

-Can you reach him?
-Nope.

He is not answering my call either.

Neither is he replying to my messages.

Oh, God!

Rahul!

Where had you been?

Rahul, where had you been?

I had gone to beg.

I had gone to beg mercy for your crime.

What did he say?

He advised me to own up to the crime.

What? He is such a horrible guy.

You should've listened to me
to avoid this situation.

Rahul, I never attempted to kill Dad.

Are you out of your senses?

Didn't you confess
just a couple of hours ago?

Rahul, please!

Will you stay calm and hear me out?

Nagargoje met me in my
college this morning.

Yes?

Do you have any secrets?

What?

Are you hiding anything crucial
from me or your husband?

Absolutely not!

-Are you sure?
-What do you want?

I want to ascertain
before I close the case.

Later once when Aaba
regains his consciousness,

and records a different version of
his statement, it will be huge mess.

I strongly believe one of you
is hiding something very crucial.

And...

I will find out eventually.

But then, you will have
to bear the consequences.

I hope you understand.

I hid from you...

about a major squabble between
Rahul and Dad in Lonavala.

Dad behaved exactly the way I predicted.

Okay.

And?

Your husband told you this?

Rahul disclosed it to me yesterday...

but Nitin told me about
this squabble much before.

Okay.

So, Nitin heard it from Rahul?

Please, do not mention
anything about this to Rahul.

Of course not.

This is such a grave information
and he hid it from you.

I am sure there are
many more secrets.

I am sure about it. We must find out.

Let's try this.

I will visit you in the evening
and will accuse you of the murder.

Resist a bit, initially...

but then eventually own it up.

Seeing you get trapped,
he will get restless...

and will tell us the truth.

You got me?

I am doing it for you.

Otherwise, forget it.

Ma'am.

I need some more help.

Your friend, Nitin...

please ask him to meet me in the evening.

You both meet me on the footpath
at the corner of your lane.

I need some information.

We all can head for your home together.

Rahul, I have not done anything wrong.

I am sorry for not listening to you.

Good morning, sir.

Why have you come here again?

I do my duty responsibly,
hence I visit you frequently.

What more do you think is pending?

Good morning, ma'am.

-I have come to arrest you.
-What?

Arrest for what?

For attempting to murder your father.

Rahul.

Please, control him.

Hold on.

Are you trying to say that...

I was the one to bring in the syringe
and the insulin drug?

No.

Your chemist told me...

he got the drug from his relative's
shop, as he ran out of stock.

And coincidentally,
that shop is near Mr. Nitin's house.

And Aaba had asked Nitin
to get the 20 cc syringe...

to spray pesticides to the plants.

-Then?
-So...

you are an advocate, aren't you?

Do you expect us cops to
collect the evidence on your behalf?

You knew it all along, didn't you?

Yes, I hid it from you deliberately.

I assumed, seeing your wife getting
trapped, you will confess your crime.

You attempted to kill Aaba.

Do you realize--

From here on...

if you utter even a single word,

I swear I will kill you.

It's a cognizable offense.

We can address it later.

Hear me out now.

What the--

Will you please follow me?

This was the broken railing, right?

Yes but now we've fixed it.

You both step onto the balcony.

Go, try pushing it.

Go on.

I don't--

Do you think such a strong railing
will give away under Aaba's pressure?

Yet it broke.

I'll tell you how.

On 28th,
when you guys went out for dinner...

you reached home quite late.

Rest of the activities will remain
same as mentioned earlier.

Let's not waste time repeating.

Dad!

Like always,

ma'am gave the insulin dose to Aaba.

Ma'am, you may have calmed
down after the squabble,

but you were very restless from
within, and sir was aware of this.

He was sure...

if such arguments continued,
you would walk out on him.

And if you both move out of this house,

people will disgrace him for abandoning
an old man, this was his worry.

Also by moving out, he may have
to let go of Aaba's plush property.

This scared him as well.

So, the worry was inherent.

It's known that a man can go
to any extent when he is scared...

including killing his own father.

Dad!

Dad!

Yes?

The man ruined your family...

and yet he was sleeping so peacefully.

This infuriated you.

You were scared to death after
you realized your mistake.

Thus, triggering the advocate in you.

Now, your task was to make
the scene look like an accident.

Picking a screwdriver and a spanner
you came back to Aaba's balcony.

You started loosening the railing screws.

It's unfortunate that
even in such heavy rains,

the security guard heard
the thud of Aaba's fall.

Now, here is my evidence for this theory.

Had there been any natural
flaw with the railings,

the screws would've been a little bent.

Look at these pictures from our reports!

The screws were intact and were
found in the corner of the balcony.

Do you think the railing broke...

and the screws crawled on
their own to one corner

and sat right next to the spanner?

Secondly...

look at this picture carefully!

Do you see blood stains on the floor?

Do you?

I don't know if it's my
department's carelessness

or perhaps you have bribed them.

The record of observation was carried out

without sending this
blood sample for analysis.

Strange!

If Aaba had fallen accidentally
from the balcony,

I don't see a reason for the blood stains.

I am sure you guys must've fought

and in that fight,
he must've injured himself.

There's another crucial evidence.

Close to the spot where Aaba fell...

I found this brass bell.

Cops must've ignored
this piece of evidence.

I too assumed it must
be some random stuff,

but after visiting your house I realized,

that this is a part of
your decorative wind chime.

During your fight,

Aaba must've held onto this
as a last source of support.

Poor man, he didn't realize this is
just a decorative piece of junk like you.

It will not be of any support to him.

Rahul, please speak up!

It's all made-up.

It's the truth.

I have proved it with the evidence.

Hello!

Please don't tell me about the evidence!

An evidence can be fabricated as needed.

When you decide to trap someone...

it's very easy to collect an evidence

to trap the person.

Such dramatic lines won't
stand a chance in the court.

Here is the warrant.

Rahul.

Rahul.

Rahul, please say something!

Rahul!

Don't worry!

I will see you soon.

Please, sign.

I will get you out on
bail by today evening.

The situation is so bad,

yet you didn't find it
necessary to inform us.

Is Nishu aware of this?

No.

I'll get it.

Bhakti!

There is a courier for you.

Rahul and Bhakti!

My blessings to you both.

I may not be alive when
you read this letter.

I purposely made sure this
letter reached you very late.

I caused inconveniences
to you through my life and death.

I apologize for that.

The need to prove my innocence...

was far worse than getting
punished for a crime.

Hence, I decided to take
such a foolish step.

Committing suicide may
sound very foolish,

but when you have no
one close by your side...

there is nothing great in living

such a pointless life.

I don't expect you, as my son,
to carry out any rituals for me.

This is my independent decision.

Please, don't hold anyone
responsible for this act of mine.

Aaba.

Bhakti, are we so cruel?

No.

But surely, there is something
wrong in our behavior.

Perhaps, my behavior with Dad.

We are always there for one another.

But Dad was all alone.

Once he is back home,
I will embrace him tightly and apologize.

Seriously!

Do you think he will have
any memories from the past?

I don't know,
but my emotions will surely touch him.

Rahul!

There is a message from Mr. Nagargoje.

Dad has recovered completely, but...

apparently, he has not written
or sent any suicide note.

His signature is forged.

He has mailed us the report
sent by handwriting experts.

He wants us to see Dad and then him.

Why are you shedding tears?

I am not dead yet.

Hey, dear.

Don't waste your tears.

Save some to shed when I am dead.

So that people will believe...

you really cared for me.

Dad.

I am kidding, dear.

Dad, what happened that night?

When?

When you...

fell off.

Yes...

I came out discreetly for a smoke.

The packet was empty.

The smell of the box too
is so tempting, right?

I stood there leaning
against the railing.

I realized that the railing was wobbling.

I went inside...

to pick a spanner...

and a screwdriver to fix it.

I loosened the screw.

Okay?

While doing that,

I accidentally...

bumped the whiskey glass down.

And it shattered.

I put the spanner and screws aside

and thought of clearing the mess,
so I picked up the broom.

It was quite dark.
I looked up and I realized...

the lamp was faulty.

You idiots will never bother to fix it.

So, I picked the nearby stool and...

I climbed to fix the lamp.

Right!

And then...

I started to unscrew the lampshade.

I held the screwdriver in my mouth
to dismantle the cover of the lampshade.

That's when I injured myself
and blood oozed.

Perhaps, because of the heavy rain...

there must've been some
electrical short circuit.

I experienced an electrical shock,
throwing myself off balance, I fell down!

That's it. I don't remember anything else.

In that case,
who wrote the suicide note?

It was me.

Didn't you realize it?

Or you just skimmed through the content?

As a kid, Aaba signed
your report cards, didn't he?

Still you didn't recognize his signature?

What was your motive?

Why did you behave so cruel?

I can sue you for
causing us mental trauma!

I wanted you to feel
the heat of an innocent

who is falsely implicated.

Aaba attempted a suicide, you
and your wife were the murderers...

didn't I prove it all
with relevant evidence?

Just a minute!
I could've proved my innocence as well.

So, why didn't you?

An untoward accident

had occurred at our place.

We both were emotionally disturbed.

Okay.

And because of the squabble
we had in Lonavala,

several sick thoughts were troubling me.

Nishu kept calling us,
as he wanted to speak to Dad.

That was another problem to handle!

We both were troubled
from all the corners.

And to top it up, you walked in, accusing
us for something we had no clue about.

That's why, we fumbled.

If you guys can break under pressure...

how do you expect Aaba
to face everything all alone?

You have a court to fight your case...

but Aaba has no one but you.

So, is it entirely our fault?

I never said that.

Ma'am...

I am sure such situations
arise at your house as well.

Am I right?

I am sure you would've
sympathized with your parents

and blamed your brother and
sister-in-law for their behavior.

And here...

you both conveniently
blame Aaba for everything.

We never ill-treated Dad.

So, how did you really treat him?

You fed him,

allowed him to stay with you,

treated him in case of any illness, right?

These facilities are available
even in an old-age home.

So, we can call it
an old-age home run by you both.

Mr. Nagargoje, we all lived together.

Yes, so we can call it an old
age home run by you.

Tell me.

In the last few years,

did you guys care to take Aaba
out for a movie or a play?

As a family, did you all go
out anywhere together?

Ever thought of complimenting him?

Can you recollect?

Did you have any
casual chat with him?

Did you ever place your
hand over his shoulder?

When did you last touch your father?

Tell me.

These things may sound very
trivial, but they aren't.

To live together for ages

and not feel the touch of your own people

is not something as
trivial as you may think.

In the past, as a mark of respect, when
kids touched the feet of their parents,

elders touched their
heads out of affection.

Those days are gone.

No one has the time to pray to God,
parents stand no chance.

Fathers too get tired.

They get withered.

They get breathless.

Every morning...

I tell myself not to bow before anyone.

To always live with pride.

And every night, I feel tired.

I wish my son inquires about my health...

though I will never express
my tiredness to him.

I wish he tells me to quit my job, stay
at home and play with my grandchildren.

He is too busy for such things.

My son works in Silicon Valley.

I don't know how much he earns.

I never asked for a penny from him.

I called him to inform
about his mother's demise.

He told me to finish off the formalities.

He was busy at work.

Don't you guys have the time to give
a graceful send-off to someone?

Has he forgotten everything?

How I struggled to raise him!

As a kid, when he cried...

I playfully tossed him up
in the sky and caught him.

And he flew away when he grew up.

Why can't he quit his
job and come back?

There are thousands of jobs available.

Will he get his mother's
body back to cremate?

When we elders point out your mistakes...

you kids blame us for our weird behavior.

Ignoring our feelings...

you take help of mathematical
theories to explain human relation.

Why do you all behave the same?

I saw my son in you.

Hence, I triggered you.

Will you never grow old?

You and Dad have many similarities.

People with similar sorrows look similar.

All the best.

Okay.

You are Vishwas, right?

He has overturned your picture.

But he discreetly looks at your
picture once in a while.

He just went to the railway station.

He is off to Kashi...

to perform the last rites
for himself and your mom.

Dad...