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Cheers!

Dude, you came all the way to a party at a Chattarpur farmhouse

to spend time on your phone! Seriously?

I mean, how hot can she be?

Bro, seriously, this Alola app is the shit, man.

I mean, I didn't know there were such hot girls in Delhi.

-Show me. -See.

Damn, she's sexy.

I know.

It's the same Keya chick, right?

I matched with her too. She's so sexy.

But what a tease!

She refused to meet me! Me!

That's because she's interested in me, dude.

Yeah, sure.

-Hey, hold on, one second. -What?

She's still drinking wine in the damn tub?

How much is she going to drink?

When she matched with me, she was drinking wine…

in the bathtub!

You don't like trekking?

I had to trek every day to get to school.

So, for me, there is no novelty factor in it.

What?

I absolutely love it.

It just opens up every pore of mine.

Yeah, now see, every pore of mine

was forcibly opened from the time I was born.

So, for me, a holiday has to mean…

decadence.

You know…

lazing around in a pool with a bottle of beer.

So when I was on this trek…

I thought a lot about life and just how--

You can take it.

No work during leisure time, Ms. Khanna.

How do you know it was work?

Well, it was Kashaf,

and Kashaf can't think beyond work.

So…

You were saying?

There's a meeting already scheduled for Monday, Shubhrat.

You can discuss whatever you like.

Actually, Uncle, I wanted to speak to just the two of you.

About what?

Deepak.

Shubhrat, you should forget about Deepak.

Even Dad keeps telling you--

I think he's in love with Deepak.

Uncle, do you know where Shubhangi is?

Not sure, but…

Madhvi mentioned that she's on a trip with friends.

She's on a trip, alright, but not with friends.

With Deepak.

Can you swim at all?

Just watch.

Not bad.

Stupid.

Probably, that guy… what is his name?

You mean, the witness, Vijay Shukl?

Yes, him.

Maybe he meant someone else.

He clearly said Deepak sir and Vandana madam to me.

Vandana and Kashaf were on the other side in the Deepwater case,

and they are also Deepak's college friends.

And by the way, he was sleeping with the opposing lawyer, Kashaf Quaze again,

in the copyright case in Mumbai.

And we lost.

Deepak…

can I ask you a question?

Have you ever been in love?

Love?

Yeah.

But…

it's a sad story.

Why?

She never reciprocated.

Maybe she thought the age difference between us is too much, you know?

What?

Yeah, I was 15…

and she might have been 30.

She was my history teacher.

Well, alas…

our love story also became history.

You're such an ass! Why can't you be serious?

I thought you didn't like serious.

Well… I'm starving. Come on.

Let's go eat some sinful Rajasthani food full of ghee.

Jai Rana Di!

Jai Rana Di! Jai Rana Di! Jai Rana Di!

And then, our firm also handles Bhalla's cases, Shubhrat.

Of course, we do, Papa.

But we don't try to influence the judge to win cases.

We're a straightforward, honest firm.

People come to us for that.

And this Deepak Rana is making us look shady.

KKA is our sweat, our blood!

This is our firm!

Dad. Uncle.

Deepak must be asked to leave!

Hey… hi.

Hi, listen, I'm so sorry I couldn't take your call.

When did I call?

You did.

No, I didn't.

You had called me on Saturday at 8:15,

-and I couldn't-- -Oh, Saturday.

And today is… Monday.

You've taken so long to return my call.

Very busy?

No, actually, I was out of town,

-so I couldn't-- -I'm kidding. I'm just-- I'm kidding.

-So? -So?

Why did you call?

Hey, you're my friend.

Can't I call to just check on you?

No, no. Of course, you can.

You can call. We could meet.

We could meet tonight.

How about some dinner tonight?

Deepak, I just called to check on your village case.

I hope it's nothing messy.

Well… that case is more than messy.

Oh, God.

Feel free to ask if you need any help.

I'm here.

Yeah.

I'll let you know.

But I hope I don't.

Yeah.

Okay, all the best. Take care.

You let me know about the dinner.

I will.

Bye. Bye.

Wait. So you get to have your own cabin because you're the boss's daughter?

No, it's because I'm the best lawyer they have, dude.

Pretty crappy cabin for that.

Excuse me, I thought you guys wanted a work meeting.

If you just wanted to bullshit, we could've done it at the club.

No, no, this is about work.

-It absolutely is. -Serious business.

I see. Then why didn't you show up if it was so serious?

Because I have a client meeting in ten minutes.

I'm busier than these two fuckers who are sitting with you.

Okay, what is this serious business?

We're being cheated.

By this dating app called Alola.

Yes, tell me. What would you like me to do?

Not talking to you, Alexa.

Alright, then.

We've been chatting for two months…

And the hottest chicks that we match with…

Never agree to meet up.

One second. So, you want to sue an app

because some women you're talking to don't want to meet you?

-Yes. -Yes.

Dude, are you stupid?

Who do you think you are? George Clooney?

All girls are desperate to meet you?

George Clooney?

And what about Deepak Rana?

Hey, how was your holiday though?

Tell us.

-What happened? -Shut the fuck up. This is my office.

Shubs, you didn't update us.

Nothing happened, I'll tell you later.

Can you just get back to the matter at hand? Or I'll throw you out.

Okay, okay. It's not like she's not agreeing to meet me.

But none?

None of these hottest chicks ever agree to meet anyone.

-That's not possible. -And Shubs, this isn't free.

We paid 10K to sign up for this damn Alola app.

Fucking cheaters!

I don't know that cheater yet, but I'm learning new things every day.

Okay, so what is your theory?

There is no theory.

I think Jayant and Ishaan are overreacting.

-Keya agreed to meet me, but-- -Yeah, right.

-In your dreams. -What do you mean in my dreams?

Look, there's something going on…

and we cannot let them get away with it, goddammit!

Can you imagine the number of matches I could've found on Tinder during this time?

Sorry.

Okay.

We need to see if there's a larger group of people that this has happened to,

and then we can see if there is a case against Alola.

Is there anyone else like you?

I'm sorry. There are no people like me. I'm unique.

YOUR HONOR, THE CHILD DROWNED TO DEATH. SHUT THE CASE, OR ELSE--

WE'LL REOPEN YOUR SON'S "SHOPS IN THE MALL" AGAIN.

YOUR WELL-WISHER

-Mohan. -Yes, sir?

Where did this letter come from?

A man handed it over, sir.

Any problem, sir?

You can go.

Why is it such a big deal? Come on, Papa, one thing,

-one small damn thing I'm asking for-- -No!

No! Not anymore!

Hassan, let things take their own course.

I won't protect you in any way now.

But you must find out who wrote this audacious letter!

It doesn't matter, Mumtaz.

Your son's love has blinded you.

But we must find out who sent it.

I don't want to find out anything about blackmailers

because I have never done anything in my life

to be blackmailed by anyone!

I did make one mistake though.

I tried to cover up this fool's follies.

But not anymore.

Listen to me carefully, Hassan. Not only in this case,

but in any case, based on the facts,

I will only deliver the right judgment.

Even if someone kills me for that,

it will be completely acceptable.

A hundred and forty people! Are you serious?

Did you think we were joking?

They are fucking frauds, Shubs.

They ought to be taught a lesson.

I had sort of fallen in love with her. What shit is this?

Okay, we can take legal action.

Let's file a criminal case of fraud and cheating against them.

I want to hit them where it hurts the most.

Their bank accounts.

So, sue them for breach of contract?

Fuck, yes! Of course!

I want them to pay our membership fees back.

I want them to compensate for the time and energy we spent on the app.

I want them to compensate for the fucking fuel we put in our car

to go to the court.

I want them to compensate for--

For breaking my heart.

What is this behavior? We're in a parking lot.

It's fine.

Close the roof.

And this is not getting us late?

Isn't it? Twenty seconds of this?

Look at this.

There is no reason to hold hands and walk.

Come on.

Your Honor, I'm representing 140 men

that have been interacting with 40 fake profiles

that Alola created just to get men to sign up.

Your Honor, on what basis may I ask,

is opposing counsel making these absolutely baseless

and malicious allegations?

The women of these 40 profiles never agree to a face-to-face meeting.

Your Honor, these guys can't find girls,

so they decided to sue the company.

The purpose of a dating app is for people to start chatting online

with the eventual goal of meeting.

But the women of these accounts never agree to meet anyone.

Not anyone…

only the boys you represent, madam.

The girls have a choice.

They won't meet every Tom, Dick, or Harry.

Fucker.

Your Honor, these chats

occurred between the petitioners and these questionable profiles.

We've filed their transcripts.

If you would please turn to page 53, annexure P4.

Are…

these chats?

Yes, Your Honor.

It's difficult to understand.

What's "DUM," counsel?

DUM means "Do U Masturbate," Your Honor.

Please continue.

Your Honor, there are uncanny similarities in the responses that these women give.

Your Honor, they were chatting.

Answers can be similar if the questions are the same.

Were all the boys asking the same questions?

No, Your Honor.

Please allow me to read an excerpt.

Aditya says, "What are you in the mood for today?"

Keya says, "Lying naked on a mountain top, soaking in the sunshine."

And there's another chat with Divesh.

Divesh says, "Tell me your favorite fantasy."

Keya says, "Lying naked on a mountain top, soaking in the sunshine."

And a similar conversation with Dhruv.

Dhruv says, "Delhi is the worst. Where would you rather be right now?"

Keya says, "Lying naked on a mountain top, soaking in the sunshine."

-And then-- -Stop, stop, counsel. I got your point.

Your Honor, amusing as this is…

learned counsel is only wasting the court's time.

What if the conversations are similar?

Mr. Taraporewala, different individuals…

cannot have such similar conversations.

What are you implying, counsel?

Your Honor, I am implying…

that these 40 profiles don't belong to a human being at all.

So… ET.

Extra-Terrestrial.

Not quite, but you're close.

Your Honor, these 40 profiles are run by artificial intelligence bots.

Nothing, sir.

Come on, Abhijeet.

You don't have to fear anyone.

Deepak Ranas may come and go,

but the Khannas will stay in Khanna Khanna & Associates, alright?

But there is nothing, sir.

Mr. Deepak is always straight in all his dealings.

He's never been out of line.

You told me about Deepak and Kashaf. Isn't that right?

Did I come asking you?

I thought it was my duty to tell you about it.

You did the right thing, son.

If he's done anything else,

then you must tell us.

That's your duty too.

After all, the company's paying your salary…

not Deepak.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

But there is nothing.

Your Honor, I think my learned friend is binge-watching futuristic shows.

Chatbots on a dating site!

Why would Alola use chatbots?

Your Honor, to understand this,

I would like to call Ishaan Kirpal to the witness stand.

Ishaan, there are several free apps in the market.

So, why did you choose Alola?

See, I was chatting with a couple of these hot chicks.

And my one-week free trial was running out,

so, I thought, "Cool, it's worth a 10K sign up."

Right, but these hot chicks--

These hot girls must be on free apps as well. So…

Yeah, but they were all 7s…

and here, I was chatting with 10s.

7s? 10s?

Counsel, what is this?

He means on a scale of 1-10, Your Honor.

Okay.

Thank you, Ishaan.

Clearly, Your Honor, Alola is charging because

their clientele is of many 10s… of a certain class.

So, I ask myself the question, what is the problem?

The problem is that none of these girls that are 10s in the boy's assessments

ever agree to meet.

Not again.

How is Alola to be blamed for it?

Alola's fault is that they created these fake bot-driven profiles

to justify their sign-up fees.

Your Honor, the market is crowded with dating apps.

Yet, people are paying money to sign up on Alola.

Why?

Because Alola, with their hot but bot profiles,

creates an elite and exclusive aura.

Unsuspecting men get trapped in the hope that they will meet some of these women.

But they never do.

So, you feel they are chatbots because their language is similar?

Yes.

Madam, I've read somewhere that girls also use chatbots.

To keep creeps away.

What the fuck.

Maybe, this Keya is doing the same.

In fact, she could also be using Match Manager.

Have you considered that?

Just a few pieces of the puzzle are still missing.

I've fitted them all in.

It's wartime now.

Your Honor, I would like to call a witness.

Mr. Shobit Roy, head of the programming division at Alola.

Mr. Roy.

Mr. Roy, are you familiar with Match Manager?

Yes, absolutely.

Can you elaborate, please?

Sure.

In our experience, women tend to use this app more than their male counterparts,

and speaking of numbers, I believe 10.7% of our female clients

have installed it versus 0.4% of our male clients.

Yes, Mr. Roy…

but what is a Match Manager?

It's an app… a bot.

An app that basically lets a bot manage dating profiles.

I mean, automating the selection process.

-And-- -Mr. Roy, please.

Can you explain to the court in simple language what this app does?

Sure. Well, you see, some users

find the process of eliminating incompatible matches very tedious.

So the idea here is that the bot can be programmed

to conduct conversations on their behalf

and make the decisions that they would without their actual involvement.

It's quite a feat for machine learning, really.

Counsel?

Your Honor, he means…

Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Roy.

…some clients start their interaction through this bot.

And if they like the match,

they go ahead with the conversation.

Otherwise, they end it.

Yes, precisely that.

And that would mean that these bots use some standard lines over and over again.

Standard language…

I mean, it's compatible with bot conversations.

That can be evidenced in many such algorithms.

And that would explain one girl…

like, this Keya,

giving the same replies to several different people.

Correct, precisely that.

Thank you, Mr. Roy.

Who the fuck is…

Can we confirm that? What is this Match Manager?

-Like, seriously-- -I know, I know.

Let's figure it out. We'll lose the case otherwise.

It's fine. We will figure this out.

-Let's just go back and just see how-- -Hi, guys.

Shubhangi, do you have a minute?

What's up?

You know, cases are not fought in courtrooms alone.

You can get the media involved. They will lap this up and--

Shubhrat, I want to win my case in court.

I know, and you will.

-I'm just trying to help you, Shubhangi. -Yeah.

Thanks, but no thanks. I'm good.

Okay.

Let's face it, guys.

You really don't know if Alola is running these bots,

or if these women are actually real…

and they are using some app bot called Match Manager.

I didn't even know shit like this existed.

Match Manager?

Of course, girls won't advertise that they are not chatting…

and screwing us through a fucking bot!

Fucking selection, fucking insulting, man!

Emotion equals to e-motion nowadays, man.

Turn the heart off and the bot on.

How will I ever find true love?

I think I'll die single.

Wait a minute.

I think I have an idea.

It was my favorite pair of pants, Your Honor.

And these dry-cleaning guys lost it.

And compensation… one million?

Was your pant studded with diamonds?

No, but the board outside their shop said…

"Satisfaction guaranteed."

I'm wholly dissatisfied. They have cheated me.

The matter is adjourned.

Until then, buy yourself a new pair of pants.

Next hearing, two months later.

Next, please.

What's this, counsel?

Will I now have to read more of these offensive chats?

No, Your Honor.

These are transcripts of chats we've had with 32 different female profiles

on Alola last night.

What does it prove?

I would request learned counsel not to waste the time of this court.

If her clients want to chat with girls all night,

they can do so after the case is dismissed.

Your Honor, in the last hearing, the defense counsel claimed

that Keya is one user who is possibly using Match Manager,

which is why her conversation with several people can be similar.

But last night,

we initiated the same conversation with 32 different profiles

as we did with Keya.

And as you can see,

many of the responses are identical to those of Keya.

Do they want to lie naked on a mountain top too?

-Do they? -Your Honor…

this proves nothing.

For all we know, they are all using the Match Manager app.

Your Honor, to set up the Match Manager app,

a user has to enter their personal preferences and details.

So that their bot can learn from them

and give personalized responses.

So it's impossible that all the female profiles say,

"I'm lying in the tub with a glass of wine."

Or "Lying naked on a mountain top, soaking in the sunshine."

Your Honor?

Watching the match?

Of course, Your Honor, we've almost won.

Don't say anything.

Okay, okay.

Oh--

Your Honor, we've almost won.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Yes! We won!

We won!

Great!

Celebration!

Thank you for coming back, Mr. Roy.

Now my learned friend claims…

that several profiles are giving the same responses.

And that means, Alola's running these accounts.

Well, it's a common misunderstanding.

You see, the beauty of artificial intelligence is that

it includes enormous creativity.

Counsel, why can't he give straight answers?

I'm so sorry, Your Honor.

Mr. Roy, what do you mean?

I mean, every answer that the bot gives

does not only depend upon the specific programming by the user,

but also on what it learns on its own.

The answers reflect the intention of its user.

So each user doesn't have to say

that she enjoys wine in the bathtub,

for that to be the answer that the bot gives.

Correct.

So, in the personality parameters, if the user states

that she wishes to sound enticing,

or as you might say sexy…

then the bot can decide how to do that

based on which sexy comment it has received positive feedback on.

So, if every guy appreciates this "bathtub" comment,

then it will keep using it.

Precisely.

So these repetitive comments…

are the result…

of your clients' enthusiasm.

What is this?

I thought I told you I don't want any press!

Well… it's an interesting case.

The press is interested in it.

And you have absolutely no hand in it?

Well, a slight nudge maybe.

Why?

Shubhangi, I'm only trying to help you.

Help?

I didn't approve of this strategy and neither did my clients.

You had no right!

One, this case is about a dating platform.

The press is interested…

with or without my giving them a tip.

Two, press coverage on such high-profile matters helps this firm.

And it's independent of what you,

the great emerging lawyer, does with your case.

Three,

I find that you've learnt more about being brash and arrogant from Deepak

than anything about the law, which I'm not surprised about.

And four, this meeting is over.

So please leave, Shubhangi Khanna.

Looking for hot men, Ms. Khanna?

No.

Bot women, actually.

Why are you so stressed?

Because this case is such a damn dead end.

It's happened to a hundred and forty people.

It's obviously fake.

Insta, Facebook, nothing?

Hi. Reena?

-Tinder? -Yeah.

-Hi. -Hi.

As expected, they don't exist.

The images are fake, just like their names.

The pictures could've been created on Photoshop or something, right?

Look at this.

Your Honor, the faces on these 40 profiles have no public records.

Your Honor, has my learned friend turned into the gestapo?

Questioning the existence of a human being based on one picture!

Not just a picture, Your Honor.

These women do not exist.

They do not have Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Nothing.

Maybe, they are using a fake name to protect their privacy.

Alola doesn't prevent that.

Okay, so then whose faces are these?

Your Honor, that is where a subsidiary company of Alola, Photozza comes in.

This company filed a patent last year for this technology.

This technology can morph any existing picture and create a new picture.

It creates a 3D model…

based on certain attributes and creates a whole different persona.

So?

So, Mr. Taraporewala, these 40 profiles…

were created using this technology.

That is why there is no trace of these women!

Except, in one place.

One second.

Show me those 40 profiles again.

This is Photozza's homepage.

Allow me to show you.

This is the only place that this face exists

other than Alola, Your Honor.

On their subsidiary company's website.

A company that creates people that don't exist!

You blindly trust any outsider, Dad.

Quiet.

Let me think.

I'd warned you back then…

don't make him a partner.

I said it, Dilraj did, Shubhrat did too,

-but you never listen. -Enough!

Enough!

I'll deal with this matter myself.

Leave me alone, please!

Although, it's possible that…

people are creating fake profiles on several social media platforms,

but this isn't against the law.

Except for banking…

whether it's a dating site or an advertising platform,

the host website has no obligation…

of KYC or identity verification.

In my opinion, this is a loophole.

But it's not the judiciary's job to plug it.

The plaintiff's evidence, in this case, has proven…

that the defendant company has created fake profiles

to attract new users.

The defendant company has misled their clients in doing so…

and breached the contract.

So, this court orders that the defendant…

return to the plaintiffs their sign-up fees,

i.e., ten thousand rupees.

Well, 10k.

I'm really sorry, guys.

-Hey, come on. -Are you serious?

It's okay.

No amount of money can heal a broken heart.

-Oh, God. This guy. -Seriously.

Listen, with all this negative publicity Alola's got…

their valuation has plummeted. They're finished, they're gone.

-That's true. -Please smile. And thank her.

-Fuckers down, after all. -Oh, God.

Such a crier!

-Full on, man. -Exactly.

Please!

By the way,

are you single?

Papa, you wanted to see me?

Yes, Kashaf. Come, sit.

I had no clue.

Believe me…

I would've never let Shamim set foot in this house

if I had known.

I know, Papa.

It's okay.

There's another thing…

which I have not told anyone yet, child.

A couple of days ago, I received a letter…

in connection to the Bhalla case.

It was a threat.

What?

Who sent it?

I don't know.

And…

it doesn't matter.

I'll do my job.

I'll deliver the correct judgment, whatever it may be.

But Deepak Rana is defending Bhalla…

and he's a friend of yours.

Tell him these are not good people.

He shouldn't be mixed up in all of this.

Kashaf?

What happened?

My father received a threat letter about the Bhalla Murder Case.

What?

Who sent it, Deepak?

I have no idea.

First, an SMS campaign starts against my father during the first hearing.

Then a fake CD is produced in an attempt to demolish his reputation!

-Okay, now hang on. -And now, this threat letter!

Deepak, last time, I gave you the benefit of the doubt,

but this has gone too far, okay?

This is absolutely unacceptable! Do you hear me?

-This is not okay. -Okay! Okay.

I swear I had no idea about this.

I swear.

Just give me some time, and I will find out who bloody did this.

And I will come and tell you.

And then?

You'll quit the case?

Since this case started,

there have been attempts to malign our family's spotless reputation.

We've been dragged through the mud!

My father, who never even thought of doing anything wrong in his life…

that CD against him!

It was a blatant lie!

The way people have been talking about it, Deepak, it's just not fair!

Kashaf, will you please listen?

Listen to me when I'm saying something also!

It was not a bloody lie.

Excuse me?

How dare you say that?

That CD was not entirely fake.

I proved it!

Line by line, it was copy-pasted!

But the conversation actually took place, Kashaf.

What?

The Bureau Investigation Director spoke to your father.

Maybe not on the phone, maybe in person, but he did.

About what?

What are you saying?

About Hassan.

Look…

six years ago, Justice Quaze delivered a judgment on a land sealing case.

Okay?

Hassan knew about it.

He got the information out in advance.

He went and bought many many shops in the mall.

And Hassan multiplied his money.

Hassan made a killing, Kashaf.