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Rhea? Rhea...

Are you okay, dear?

It's just a bad dream.

It's over.

It's time for school. Should I help you get ready?

I don't want to go to school.

You've just gone back to school, dear.

Go to school. Meet your friends.

Focus on your studies. You'll feel better.

Bloody hell!

Lawyer sahib, AC is a wonderful thing.

It puts you to sleep better than a mother's lullaby.

AC makes your bones weak.

Oh, God! It's so hot in here.

Didn't you sleep? Your eyes are red.

Where are they red? I slept very well.

How long will you keep torturing yourself? The summer season has begun.

Why don't you sleep inside in the bedroom?

I told you I can't sleep when someone else is in the room.

I'm used to sleeping alone.

-I don't snore. -But I do.

Then snore! I don't have any problem.

Deep connections and deep pockets

or the failure of our judicial system once again.

It's been seven months since the murder of renowned lawyer

Bikram Chandra.

And the accused Anuradha Chandra's trial hasn't yet begun.

But that's not it. According to sources,

Anuradha Chandra is enjoying special facilities in jail.

"Enjoying"? She's pregnant, you fool! That's why she's in a special facility.

These media guys...

Is our judicial system a sell-out?

Bikram Chandra's family is shattered.

Moksh, I'm very worried about Rhea.

You should talk to her as a guardian.

It's complicated, Pooja.

And she has a counsellor in school anyway.

I don't want Vijji to accuse me and say that I'm influencing Rhea.

There are a few more rich women

for whom jail is no less than a "five-star hotel."

For example, Ishani Nath, who, for the murder of her father, Shyam Nath,

has been in jail for two years without a trial

on our tax money...

"A seven-month-long unsolved mystery--"

You lawyers work so hard to get murderers off the hook.

How does your soul find peace?

I carry a bottle of holy water in my pocket.

-Tell me. -What do I tell you?

If four people come and tell you that my mother is a killer,

would you believe them?

Will social media run society, or will the judicial system?

But I'm sure they would investigate before writing, right?

Investigations and these guys...

There are millions of newspapers, news channels, thousands of websites.

Who has the time to investigate anything?

Everyone just wants to deliver breaking news. Breaking, breaking.

And, if this continues, they will end up breaking our society.

So, what you mean is your Anu Chandra is innocent?

Innocent until proven guilty.

The first rule of our judicial system is that,

until a person is proven guilty,

he will be considered innocent.

Regardless of what the media shouts...

innocent.

Take me to court one day to watch this, please.

Do you think there's a stage show going on that you'll drop in to see?

Do I come to see what happens in your parlour?

Then come.

No, no, I don't want to go and listen...

I'll be late today, so I won't pick you up. Come by yourself.

-Okay. Will you be with Nikhatji? -Why?

No, I mean, actually... I mean, bring her home sometime!

-We'll make food for her-- -No, no, no!

I keep my professional life

and my personal life apart. Separate.

I can see all your files and papers all over the place,

so don't spin this yarn of keeping your personal and work life separate

on me. Okay?

Okay, okay, please just go now.

Please pay the electricity bill.

Or I'll pounce on you in the dark.

Thank you.

First of all, congratulations on being awarded

the prize for justice, Mr. Prabhu.

-It's a great honour. -Thank you, thank you.

Rumour has it that you are being considered as the next attorney general?

That's just talk, Mandiraji, rumours.

My best wishes are with you.

My only wish is to serve the country and do my duty.

Our case is about to begin.

Bikram should get the justice he rightfully deserves.

And Bikram will get justice...

only when Anu Chandra is dealt the harshest punishment possible.

You can assume that you're fighting this case on my family's behalf.

No, no, no.

I consider this case to be my duty to fight.

Anu Chandra didn't just kill a person.

She killed a lawyer.

For 20 years, Ujwalaji has been lighting this lamp here.

And in the last 20 years...

Dhipen Prabhu has never seen defeat.

To keep a good home,

it is important that the woman of the house honours her duty.

And that's why I'll make an example out of Anu Chandra

so that no woman ever disrespects her duties towards her home.

This... parallel case going on in the media

what are we going to do about that?

Times have changed, Mandiraji.

Nowadays, cases take place in two places.

In court and in the media.

Society also needs to be appeased.

We have to keep both of them in our favour.

That's my job.

Yes, Madhavji, we've got an appointment with the Seths.

Shall I pick you up from Bandra in an hour?

-Yes, okay. -Nikhat dear.

Go to the bank and apply for a new cheque book. Your father said so.

Mom, I don't have the time.

Just do it. He said it's important.

When he comes for Eid this time, he'll need it.

He was going to come last Eid also, right?

Yes, but he couldn't come. He'll come this year.

Is he coming alone or is he bringing...

-Ayesha might come too. -That's the limit, Mother.

You're going to let that girl stay here?

Don't you have any self-respect left?

A woman loses her self-respect when she is unable to save her family from breaking apart.

And, come what may, I will not separate him from this family!

Fine, don't. But please make sure that you make the bed

for your husband and his second wife with your own hands!

Don't push your western culture onto me. You won't understand.

A woman has to sacrifice a lot in a marriage.

Mother, I don't have the time.

You'll feel bad when I say this,

but this house still runs on his money!

So, kids, today we will study Anupras Alankar.

Does anyone know what it's called in English?

Nobody knows?

Alliteration.

There are two types of alliterations mainly...

Hi, how are you?

I think... Mr. Seth?

Please have a seat.

Thank you so much for meeting us.

Please make this fast. I have to go for a meeting.

Oh, sure.

You two were good friends with Bikram and Anu, right?

We used to be, but, over a period of time,

we spoke less frequently and drifted apart.

I see. You were with Anu in college too, right?

Can you please tell us something about her?

Anu was very sweet.

Sweet?

She was lost in her own world, man.

She was not always like that.

She was just like any other girl in college.

I seriously found her very weird, I tell you.

See, honestly...

when I heard that she stabbed Bikram,

I was neither surprised nor shocked.

Really? Why?

She was seriously disturbed, man.

One day she spilled water on a guest,

so she started crying. She was crazy!

I mean, who cries over spilling water?

Did you guys ever feel like...

Anu was a victim?

I mean... of... of abuse.

How typical! Poor helpless girl.

A woman commits a murder, so the man only must have beaten her.

Sir, we are just trying to understand her motive.

Bullshit.

If he was abusive, she would've gone to the police and complained.

She's an educated woman. She could have asked for a divorce.

She would have even got a hefty alimony.

Why did she have to kill him?

Maybe she was afraid.

Okay, let's assume she was afraid.

But Bikram is dead, so what is she afraid of now?

Think about it.

I think we have given you enough time. We've got to go.

-Okay. -Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Hello, Ishaniji. I'm Ranjan.

Hello.

You're in charge of the kitchen, right?

So?

Prabhuji has sent an offering.

It would have come with the lentil supplies.

Distribute it to everyone in jail...

excluding you and Anuji.

Understood?

I'll take your leave now.

Rhea, are you still angry with your mummy?

Do you still get nightmares?

Okay, Rhea, tell me how you feel when you think about your father.

Painful.

How much? On the scale of one to ten.

Ten.

And when you think about your mother?

Angry.

On the scale of one to ten.

Twenty.

Okay, Rhea, let's find some happy memories now.

How did you feel when you were with your father?

Let's do one thing. Let's not talk. Let's feel instead. Okay?

Okay? Give me your hands. Give.

Now, close your eyes. When I tap your hand,

think of all the happy memories.

Okay? Let's do this. Close your eyes.

Daddy?

Relax, Rhea. Calm down, dear. Relax.

Malti, it's ready.

You eat this.

Eat it quietly.

Everyone is eating.

I don't want to eat this.

You will eat. Open your mouth.

Bloody hell! The food doesn't have any salt.

Do you think we are animals?

Hey, Naxalite,

don't raise your flags here, got it?

Eat what you get or die hungry.

Fucker, move!

There she is!

Fucking whore, you give us this rotten food

while you sit here and eat the good food!

Are you Ishani's bitch?

Fuck!

Madhavji, the only good decision of Anu's life was to marry Bikram.

He was a gem of a person.

I was in the hospital getting an angioplasty.

Bikram used to visit me.

But Anu never came.

And Bikram paid for all the bills as well.

You were in touch with Bikram?

Yes, I was.

Anu never spoke to me,

but that person... he called me every few weeks.

And what Anu did to that same person...

Uncle, did you ever ask Anu why she never came to see you?

I know why she didn't come to see me.

-Why? -She hated me.

-Did Anu tell you that she hated you? -No, Bikram told me.

Bikram also said that she blames me

because I was very strict with her when she was a child.

But Bikram could also have been lying, right?

Madhavji, why would Bikram lie to me?

After all, he helped me.

And... didn't you try to reconcile with your daughter?

Of course, I did, Madhavji.

What father wouldn't want to?

But she had a comfortable life now.

A good husband, rich folks, a lavish house.

She didn't need us anymore.

All these photographs of toiletries

were found in Bikram's phone?

Sir, I've already gone through these photos many times.

There's something strange about them.

A lot of time has been wasted on this, sir.

-As soon as she delivers, we-- -Sir!

-Gauri. -You called for me?

Yes. Pradhan, give me two minutes.

Sure, sir. Sir.

A fighter like you.

Nikhatji, this is the one thing in the world that only women can experience.

We met your father earlier.

Is Rhea going to school?

She is.

Were you and Subodhji, your father, not on good terms?

He said that after your mother passed away

you were not in touch with him.

Why?

Was there some tension? Any problem?

No.

Do you know

that Bikram Chandra was in touch with your father?

He called him every month as well.

And, when he had his heart surgery,

Bikram Chandra even paid all his bills.

Surgery?

He had an angioplasty a few years ago.

I didn't know about it. No one told me.

In all these years, you never met him even once?

He didn't want to meet me.

Who told you that?

Bikram.

Amazing.

He tells the father that the daughter doesn't want to meet,

tells the daughter that the father doesn't want to meet.

Bikram used to lie to you.

He used to hide things from you and mislead you about your own father.

You have to start seeing these things.

Please.

I don't understand if she doesn't want to tell us

or if she doesn't know how to hide things from us.

Madhavji, often abuse victims have no idea

that they are being abused.

Yes, that's true.

Hi.

Do you like it?

You'll love the main course.

I went all out.

What happened?

What are we celebrating exactly?

Your case, Bikram. You won, right?

You said everyone is coming home to celebrate.

Won?

My case isn't over yet, Anu.

What are you talking about?

But...

you said, "We got the rapist."

You asked me to make your special chicken recipe, which you love.

I even got flowers.

I've baked your favourite cake.

Anu, that case...

I won it two weeks ago.

We went out to celebrate, remember?

I gave you this watch.

Now a murder case is going on, remember?

We talked about this.

Right?

What...

I did it again.

Anu, it's okay.

-What's wrong with me? -Nothing is wrong with you.

-Am I sick? -No, no.

It's absolutely fine.

I love you.

I will take care of you.

Not to worry.

Not to worry, okay?

Not to worry. I'm here.

-I'm sorry, Bikram. -It's okay.

I'm sorry.

It's absolutely okay...

You are the ocean of love...

Sanju?

Sanju? Sanju...

Mukta tai... Sanju? Mukta tai...

He needs a doctor, Mukta tai! He's not well! Ayesha!

Madam, Sanju...

-He's okay. No, everything is all right. -Please...

-He threw up twice. -Let me do my work, Sudha.

-Madam, please save him... -Sudha...

-Someone take this woman away, please! -Madam, please...

-Sudha, come on... -Madam, please...

-Madam, please... -Let her do her job. Come on.

-I want to be with my child. -Yes, they'll take care of him.

-Come... -Sanju...

Come on.

Sudha, how is Sanju?

"How is Sanju?" Yeah, right.

Bitch, you did this to him.

I won't spare you!

Motherfucker!

Sudha, you know me. I wouldn't do something like this.

Really? Then why were you eating alone in the canteen?

You didn't even touch what the rest of us ate!

Did you? Tell us! If you ate, then puke!

-Don't spare the bitch! -Puke!

Hey! Move, bitch!

If you even touch her... Don't you dare!

If anything happens to Sanju, I won't spare her!

She devoured her husband, and now she's after my boy!

Witch! Nothing satisfies her hunger!

Actually, can I say something?

Don't be so angry with your mom.

My dad says, despite what people say,

your mom is not a bad person.

She's very nice.

No, she's not! She stabbed my father.

I saw it with my own eyes.

She's not a... She's not a good person.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing? Really?

Salian sir has asked me to look at them again.

It's a waste of time. Don't do it.

Harsh, I'm doing my job.

Hello, sir.

Yes, I'm looking at the photographs.

What do you think?

I don't know, sir.

I mean, one photo in the morning,

one photo in the evening. As if it's a pattern.

I think he was keeping an eye on her.

How much shampoo Anu used, which undergarments she wore...

Everything.

The food is ready.

Is it? Okay, I'll set the table then.

Amazing, Lawyer sahib.

You've turned out to be quite woke.

What... what do I seem like?

"Woke." W-O-K-E.

Woke means a person who is aware.

I learned that in the parlour.

Wow. Okay.

-Okay, tell me something. -Yes?

If a woman's husband is not woke,

shouldn't she oppose him? I mean, doesn't she want him to be woke?

You're talking about Anu Chandra, right?

Exactly. Yes, I'm talking about her.

Her husband treated her horribly, but, despite all that, she says nothing.

She won't say anything against him.

Her husband used to beat her up?

Well, she denies it.

But after we questioned her friends and family...

Come, sit. It seems that...

-Thank you. -...he was definitely doing something.

Bikram to Anu.

He cut her off from everyone, from family and friends.

But why would anyone do that?

I don't know.

Do you know that, from childhood, we women are taught

to be an example of tolerance in the family?

I mean, no matter how much suffering we undergo at home,

we women will never speak against our husbands.

It's been seven months since we got married.

But till now you've neither shared the bed with me

nor extended a hand of friendship towards me.

But I haven't said a word to anyone.

Not to my family or your mother.

All right.

So... tell me something.

If we want to make a woman talk,

if we want to help her, what should we do?

Anu Chandra has a child, right?

Yes, a mother will do anything for her child.

Why does Gauri always bring her work back home?

It's important right now.

"It's important." Does she plan on ending our lineage?

What are you even saying, Mother? She also wants a baby.

Tell her that her duty isn't to sit in a jeep and blow a whistle.

It's to propagate our clan.

Why do you worry so much?

Go to sleep quietly.

"This book was selling like hot cakes." "Hot..."

What brings you here?

Husband, wife and woke.

Good night, Lawyer sahib.

Good night, my sweet coconut cream.

Harsh!

My sweet wife...

I've told you a million times not to turn our home into a police station.

Now it's my time.

Listen.

When you get pregnant, have you thought about a part-time job?

The police don't offer part-time jobs.

I know. But the baby,

my mother and the baby's father, they all need to be looked after.

Harsh.

I'm tired. I need to sleep.

And I'm tired of hearing your excuses of being tired.

So, what do I do? I have too much work every day as well.

Don't I also work?

Look.

The way we are responsible towards our work

is the same way we have to be responsible towards our family. Right?

Please don't.

I know how to take away your tiredness.

The food is ready.

Move it!

We won't eat! We won't eat! We won't eat rotten food!

Listen! Shut up!

Stop it! What's going on here?

-We won't eat rotten food... -Quiet!

We won't eat! We won't eat! We won't eat rotten food!

Hey! That's enough!

We won't eat! We won't eat! We won't eat rotten food!

-We won't eat rotten food! -Hey!

Down with the jailers!

-Down with the jailers! -Shut up!

-Down with the jailers! -Shut up!

-Down with the jailers! -Sit down.

-Down with the jailers! -I said stop it!

-Down with the jailers! -I'm warning you. Stop it!

Madam, they are striking over the food. What do we do?

Teach those bitches a lesson.

-Sanju! -Mummy!

-Sanju! -Sudha!

Mummy...

-Anu. -Sanju!

Sudha!

Sanju! Sanju!

Are you okay?

One minute.

Mukta tai! Mukta tai!

-What happened? -Call an ambulance. It's an emergency.

Hold on. Varsha, Rekha, come quickly!

Make a formation. Hurry up. Come on!

Move, move, move!

Come through here.

Move!

Stop it...

In the women's prison in Mumbai,

a fight has broken out between the police and the prisoners.

The poison mixed in the food made the atmosphere poisonous.

The person behind this food poisoning is the jail's infamous prisoner

Anuradha Chandra

who has been stationed at the prison kitchen for a while.

And she is the reason why these riots broke out in jail--

Mr. Ranjan, write this post.

Breathe, breathe... take a deep breath.

Push...

Push. Push, Anu...

Yes, the baby is coming. Push, yes.

Yes, do it. Push, Anu! Yes, yes, yes...

Yes...

Your baby.