01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

[soft instrumental music playing]

I'm trying to explain, sir,
I forgot the court pass.

I have to write a report
on Salem's hearing.

- Not possible, madam.
- Sir, please let me go in.

- Why are you so late?
- No means no!

Sir...

If you wanna get late,
become an actor. Okay?

- Where do you live?
- Sir, Dombivli.

You know, Maya lives in Ambernath.
She's the first one to report to work.

Ten sets, and outside the courtroom!

[music concludes]

- [car horn blaring]
- [indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

Looks like today has been unlucky
for the both of us.

What happened?
Did you lose a case or something?

It's my first week and I showed up late.

- So, my senior counsel threw me out.
- Oh!

It's my first day too,
and I don't have a court pass yet.

It could mean no story for today.

Anyway, I'm Jagruti Pathak
from Morning Journal.

Bhavesh Desai.

Senior Counsel Jamwal, I'm his associate,
He's handling Salem's defense. [chuckles]

Oh, the one who was yelling at you
a little while ago.

Correct.

- Sorry.
- [chuckles] It's okay.

- I have a question.
- Sure.

Well, normally, what questions
do you get asked by court reporters?

A week is enough to figure that out.

You're the reporter,
and you want me to answer that?

No, I mean... I know all these reporters
generally ask the same kind of questions.

That's why their headlines
are also exactly the same.

But if I could think differently,

then I might get
something exclusive, right?

- Is it really your first day?
- [Jagruti] Yes.

It's my first day as a court reporter,

- not as a hustler.
- [chuckles]

I'm gonna be a crime reporter.
We'll send a lot of business your way.

- [laughs]
- What?

- You won't be able to.
- Huh?

- You won't be able to afford my fees.
- [chuckles]

- [chuckles]
- Hey, bargaining is in our Gujarati DNA.

We'll come to an agreement.

- How do you know I'm Gujarati?
- "Bhaves."

- [shushes] Bhavesh.
- Yeah. Same thing.

[in Gujarati] Potayto, potahto.

[in English] All the same.

- [both laugh]
- [melancholy music playing]

- [reporters clamoring]
- [camera shutter clicking]

[judge] Jagruti Pathak,
you are accused number 11.

Charged for m*rder
under IPC section 302.

Criminal conspiracy, section 320B.
Section 3, 25, 27 of Arms Act.

And Section 3(1), 3(2), 3(4)

of Maharashtra Control
of Organized Crime Act,

with co-accused Pramod Irani,
Suresh Kalia, and John Samson.

[jail cell door closing]

[theme music playing]

- [theme music concludes]
- [indistinct chatter]

There she is.

[bailiff] All rise.

My Lordship, the accused has links
with organized crime gangs.

- Do you have any supportive evidence?
- Yes, sir. We do.

In para F of the application,
the subject material is provided.

The state seeks at least 15 days'
police custody for further investigation.

Defense Counsel.

My Lordship,
this is a hurriedly made arrest.

MCOCA provisions are not attracted.

Connection to organized crime
is merely circumstantial and arbitrary.

She is an upstanding citizen,
a senior journalist, and a single mother.

My Lordship, the state believes

that the accused has connection
with the co-accused Chhota Rajan,

and the state needs time
to investigate it.

- Remand granted. Seven days.
- I'm obliged, My Lordship.

[tense music playing]

Ma'am! Ma'am! One minute, one minute,
one minute, one minute. Jagruti.

Sign, Jagruti. Sign, Jagu...
Ma'am, one minute, please.

Sign it, confirming me as your lawyer.

Jagu, it's also a confirmation
that you will not be giving a confession.

[in Gujarati] Just remember,
no confession.

No matter what happens. Okay?

- [in English] But, Bhavesh...
- Please try and understand.

The magistrate has given the prosecution
seven days instead of 15 in police remand.

That itself is a positive sign, Jagu.
You will be in lockup for seven days.

- [gasps]
- Stay strong. Sign here.

[melancholy music playing]

[Bhavesh] Sign.

Here, it's done.

[Shroff retching, coughing]

[toilet flushing]

[pants]

[retches, pants]

[pants, retches]

[reporters shouting indistinctly]

[Devrat] Please be quiet.
Please be quiet. Calm down.

We are very close to solving the case.

We have concrete evidence.

That means Jagruti Pathak provided
Jaideb Sen's details to Chhota Rajan.

His photograph,
his bike registration, and address,

all of which led to his m*rder,

and which was eventually
passed on to the sh**ter, Suresh Kalia.

All these details are only pointing
towards a conspiracy to m*rder.

MCOCA is a very serious charge.
What's the basis of that?

But tell us, how is Jagruti Pathak linked
with the world of organized crime?

We have all the call data records
between Ms. Jagruti Pathak and Rajan.

A total of, uh...

One second.

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

- A total of 36 calls.
- [indistinct chatter]

[scoffs] I'm sure you don't even call
your editor as many times.

[reporter 1]
What happened in those 36 calls?

[overlapping chatter]

- Relax.
- One second.

You guys...

[reporter 2] Sir,
can you comment a little bit more on that?

Sir, can you clarify...

Sir, please, listen to me.

[Imran] You go back, please!

Just go back!
- [police officer] But...

[Imran] Thirty-six phone calls

- between Jagruti and Rajan?
- [police officer] Sir...

Do you have a record
of these so-called 36 phone calls?

How did she become
part of organized crime?

- Imran, I don't owe you any explanations.
- Not today, sir. But someday you will.

Mumbai Police will have to explain

how "mostly circumstantial"
can turn into a MCOCA charge.

- [sighs]
- [Imran] Somebody's whole career...

her whole life is at stake.

I hope you all realize that.

[sighs, grunts]

- [music continues]
- [school bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Kevin! Come here.

Carry on.

Is this Neel's mother?

Don't tell Neel anything, okay?

[whispering] Nothing at all. Carry on.

- [Kevin] Neel!
- [Neel] Yeah?

- Neel!
- [Neel] What happened?

[music fades]

Madam, may I make a phone call?

Sir?

[woman singing in Hindi]

♪ Who are you looking for?
I'm right here ♪

- [in English] May I use your phone please?
- What'll you give me?

- Money?
- Here you go. Take it.

- [exhales]
- [scoffs]

- There's no SIM card in this!
- Have you lost your mind or what, moron?

Shut up!

- [woman humming]
- [gasps]

Madam, please give me a pen and paper.

You can ask Jagtap or Karade sir about me.

I know both of them.

Madam!

[woman humming]

[hums]

What the f*ck?

- [hums]
- Shut up!

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [grunts]

[Imran] "Pramod Irani
called Sen loudly by his name."

"Probably to identify him to Suresh Kalia,
who I now know is Sen's sh**ter

and was lurking
around the bar that night."

"Hope this article can help
Mumbai Police decide

who led the shooters to Sen."

"The Deputy Bureau Chief of a broadsheet,
single mother of a 12-year-old?"

"Or Chhota Rajan's right-hand man
for years?"

- Finally, someone showed the police, man!
- Hmm.

"My last interaction
with the Crime Branch

was very unpleasant."

"That's why I'm writing
this first-person account."

Please sit. Sit! Sit!

- No.
- [Shroff] No, no, Jagtap, please sit.

- No.
- He saw Kalia in there!

How could you miss such an important
detail during interrogation, Jagtap?

Am I supposed to teach you
interrogation as well?

Just levying charges
under MCOCA won't cut it.

We have to establish them.
For f*ck's sake! [sighs]

You know what this does now, right?

This wipes out everything
we've done so far.

And the pressure will be double now.

The first-person account of this
should not be in any newspaper.

- Sir.
- [Shroff] And interrogate everyone.

Again and again and again.
And no f*cking mistakes this time, Jagtap.

- Find me links.
- [Jagtap] Yes, sir.

Jagruti Pathak's links
to organized crime. Quid pro quo!

- It's all in there. Find it. Dig it out.
- Sir.

[music concludes]

- [Devrat] Mr. Sandeep Narvekar.
- [sighs]

- Are you comfortable?
- [sighs] Ye... yes, sir.

Is this the complete story,
or do you have any more information?

Sir, I'm not hiding anything.
I don't even need to.

This is all I know.
I can make an official statement against...

I know you have already
given a statement publicly.

Usually, you guys keep running
after the Crime Branch

to confirm your stories.

So, what happened this time around?

Oh, I get it.

We were under a lot of pressure too.
And sometimes the pressure gets to you.

- Jagtap?
- Sir.

[tense music playing]

- Sorry.
- Are you comfortable?

Are you sure?

- Have some.
- No, thank you.

When Irani met Sen,
there was also a third person there.

But you forgot to mention
that to us the last time.

Sir, back then, I did not know about that.

Yes, at that time, you did not know

- who Kalia was, right?
- Yes, sir.

But you didn't even mention
that Kalia was present there.

It's true. I did not know about it then.
But as soon as I saw Kalia's photo,

- I was 100% sure. Yes, it's Kalia.
- Yeah! Then...

things did change.

It became a high-profile case.
It peaked your interest.

- How can you be sure it was Kalia?
- I'm dead sure, sir.

- It was Kalia.
- Oh!

[table drawer opening]

And it was rejected,
and you lost your job.

I made a mistake
in identifying the blast accused.

- [Devrat] Hmm.
- Uh. I was wrong there.

Many journalists made
the same mistake that I made...

Mistakes can happen even now.

You just take it back.

There is no problem at all.
No apology necessary.

[sighs] With all due respect, sir,
I stand by what I have written.

- Can I leave now?
- Of course. [laughs]

Actually, you're not under arrest yet.
[chuckles]

We'll meet soon.

[Jagtap] Sorry.

[music fades]

Even during News Days, Sen and Pathak
were at loggerheads with each other.

Of course, you were there,
so you know this already.

Did you ever see them
arguing over something?

Honestly, tiffs used to happen.

But with the editor.

That too, for the front page.

Because page one usually
had Sen sir's stories exclusively.

Were there any serious problem
at Eastern Age?

- Or were there any rules being broken?
- Not to the best of my knowledge.

But she became the Deputy Bureau Chief
in merely seven years.

I mean, in the last seven years,
she got three promotions.

- But how?
- She knew how to get her work done.

You know how it is, sir.

The seniors from your own department

also used to confirm
her stories very easily.

[clears throat]

Sir, Jagruti is very good at her job.

I think she deserves
each and every promotion that she got.

How do you know?
You work with India Now, right?

Sir, she's the one
who broke Mahanande's story.

Yes, I'm the one
who broke Mahanande's story.

But the police's side of the story.
Mahanande's side of the story

- was done by Jagruti.
- Huh.

We have heard that this Pathak

always had some sort of a give-and-take
or side deals with her sources,

in lieu of stories and tips, is that true?

Sir, in our profession,
such deals are pretty much the norm.

Giving gifts to the source is very common.

- All the reporters do it frankly.
- Okay, tell me, could Pathak have,

in exchange for the interview,

sent Sen's details to Nana?
Is that possible you think?

I'm sure she couldn't have done that.

How can you be so sure about it?
Has she promised you

- some kind of a gift as well?
- Sorry?

How many days in advance
do they apply for leave?

Three weeks in advance,

- that's the company rule, sir.
- And when did Pathak madam apply?

Two weeks after returning
from her holiday.

- Why?
- All these things are allowed for ma'am.

Sometimes, even the other employees
don't stick to the company policy.

Jagtap, sir, the world of crime
is so unpredictable

that senior journalists don't book
their own tickets until the last moment.

- Okay. If you say so, I will accept it.
- [tense music playing]

[Jagtap] But a leave application,

two weeks after coming back
from the holiday?

You see, Jagruti might have given
her application to the HR a bit late,

but, uh, she'd emailed me about her trip.

I had already approved the trip
about a month ago.

- Sir, this has to be...
- [Jagtap] Hmm.

Okay.

[Jagruti] Thanks, Karade.

[music fades]

Bhavesh, can't we try and send her
home-cooked food every day?

Today's meeting is also
a lawyer's visit, Mama-ji.

- Sorry, we can't.
- [sighs] Just look at her.

[Jagruti's mother, in Gujarati]
Neel calls every day.

[in English] He wants to speak
to you, beta.

No. Don't tell Neel anything, please.

Nana, Mama, promise me.

[in Gujarati] Don't tell him anything.

- [in English] Yeah. Yeah. Don't worry.
- Hmm.

Nana, you shouldn't come here.

I can't see you. Please go.

[emotional music playing]

Beta, remember, it's all or nothing.

Victory in unity.

We will go through it together.

We have to be with each other
through thick and thin, right?

We have done so much together.

We have watched movies at Orion,
without telling anyone.

[sighs]

I've helped you bunk
school and college so many times.

We have even tried... [sobs]
...butter chicken for the... [sniffs]

- ...first time together. You remember?
- [sobs]

- [sobs]
- [Nana] So...

this is also an adventure.

This too shall pass.

No, beta. No, no. No.

Don't cry, beta.

- [Jagruti crying]
- You're innocent. Huh?

[sobs]

[Jagtap] How many phones
have you given to Pathak?

Sir, I have brought all of them.

And what did Pathak do
with all these phones?

- She was a bookie? Involved in fixing?
- No, no, sir. She was fond of them.

Even I am. Every time I got
a good deal, I bought it for her also.

- Are you her dealer?
- No, sir. Friend. Just a friend.

Okay, tell me
what's your deal with Sodha Builders?

How did you get her a flat
at such a low price?

- You got Nana to call, right?
- No, sir. I did not get anyone to call.

I have an old working relationship
with Sodha Builders.

[tense music playing]

So, you didn't?

- No, sir.
- Huh?

Who was Pathak doing
these deals with? Huh?

Were you in her g*ng too? Huh?

Sir... sir, if I were in a g*ng,
why would I come to you?

Why would I bring these phones to you?

[train horn blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[Bhavru] Deepa madam,
every day on page one. Wow.

Thanks, Bhavru.

"Did Jagruti Pathak have an affair
with her editor, Imran Siddiqui?"

[scoffs]

They stooped down
to character assassination.

They're making sure
we can't use Imran as a character witness.

Bhavesh, please talk to her.

If we want to control the narrative
even a little bit in the court,

I need to know everything.

I don't care if she's guilty or innocent.

The more she shares with us,
the better her chances are.

And besides, we also have to calculate
her true chances of making bail

if it goes to judicial custody.

- Please talk to her as soon as possible.
- [sighs]

The police have been making tall claims.

[tense music playing]

[Jagruti's lawyer] Her habits do show
a taste for the high life.

- Is that a crime?
- No, it's not a crime, Bhavesh.

It just weakens the case.

[door opening]

Hi.

Honey?

[music concludes]

- You want a beer?
- No.

[bottle top clinking]

What's wrong?

It's getting impossible at work, Pushkar.

Ketan and his g*ng,
they're making life hell.

Yeah, but you have to be
a little strong, right?

Just crack the whip.
Show them who's the boss.

It's not that simple, yaar.

They made an official complaint to HR.

My boss and I have to appear
before an inquiry. Can you believe it?

That b*stard Ketan
started all these rumors.

He's been hostile to me since day one.

Calling me a moody boss,
questioning my authority...

Yes, but you can't let them affect you.
They're just plain jealous.

You know what? It's good.
Let there be an inquiry.

Do you know what that can do
to someone's career, Pushkar?

- To a woman's career?
- Babe, they're just being bullies.

And you know how to deal with bullies?
You speak their language.

Give them hell at work.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

Ma'am, I'm getting scared.
I want to go to the washroom.

Go ask the dorm maid.

I tried to, but she was fast asleep.
Ma'am, please.

- Please! Please! Please! Please!
- Come. Come. What is this nonsense now?

- I have to take care of everything.
- [Kevin] Please, ma'am.

[principal] What is going
to happen to this place, I'll tell you...

[suspenseful music playing]

[Neel] Mota Nana, please don't lie to me.

I have seen her photo in the newspaper.
It says that she has been arrested.

You all lied to me!
I want to come there right now.

[melancholy music playing]

[in Gujarati] Neel, dear, listen to me.

[in English] Where have
they taken Mommy now?

Look, beta.
I'm now going to tell you the truth, okay?

I promise.

You see, Jagmohan, we must meet
the Home Minister at the earliest.

That too before the next hearing.

[indistinct chatter]

If we raise the right questions
before him,

I think Jagruti's case can get a boost.

And I think this floundering ship
that we have

- can be rescued, hopefully.
- Hey, listen!

Do you have Glenfiddich?

- Glenlivet? Twelve years?
- [waiter] Yes.

One large. Uh, one minute. You'll have?

- Water.
- And get a beer too.

Sorry, Dalvi-ji. It's not possible for us
to take this issue to the Home Ministry.

But why can't we?

The police will never let Narvekar stand
in the witness box against Irani.

They still think
he's not a reliable witness.

And the investigation on Jagruti
is an ongoing one.

Guha, they've charged
a fellow journalist under MCOCA.

It's outrageous.

The ex-chief editor of Today's Time
has also written about it.

Ameet Keshav of the opposition slammed it.
We have to call it out!

- Ah!
- [Pushkar] Hi.

- Come.
- [tense music playing]

- Imran.
- [Jagmohan] Sit.

- Sir.
- You'll have a beer, right?

- Yeah, sure.
- [Jagmohan] I've asked for it.

Thank you.

Imran, why is it so difficult
for you to understand

that we're both fighting
for the same thing.

- The rights and protection of journalists.
- [music fades]

[Jagmohan] And for that, it's important

that we give out a strong statement
to the political circuit.

- To those who are in power...
- Home Minister, you mean.

All those who hold any power.

Unless they step down
from their positions,

nothing ever is going to change.
No one will take us seriously.

Sen was a legendary reporter.

And Jagruti is arrested
for conspiring to m*rder him. Okay?

So, we can't just undo everything
by being blind and emotional.

Just to save one of them,

- we can't sacrifice the other, Jagmohan.
- No, no. Dalvi-ji.

Uh. What's the word for "treaty"?

- "Sandhi."
- Sandhi!

Despite sandhi and truce,
it's important we all remain vigilant.

At least that's what I believe in.

- [sighs]
- Thanks.

Anyway, all I can say is
I will try my best,

but I can't promise anything.

- She's going through grave injustice.
- Imran, you need to stop. Please.

- This isn't right.
- [tense music resumes]

You pushing publicly
that she's innocent without any proof

is beginning to look really bad
for you and the paper.

- [Jagmohan] Exactly.
- There's open doubt now.

Here.

Brij and the top floor are also aware.

Imran!

f*ck them. Cheers.

I mean...

- f*cking b*stard.
- ...he has to figure something out, right?

It's okay. f*ck it.

[Jagruti] Bhavesh,
they are f*cking around with my head.

It is psychological t*rture.
The same questions over and over again.

I don't think they'll even get
an extension of remand.

I have to thank Sandeep for that article.

- I think it has changed a...
- Changed what?

See this and tell me what has changed.

This is just gossip and envy.

This Leena, Deepa,
f*cking Devrat, everybody.

And those 36 calls?

You think we can put them aside
as gossip and envy?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Bhavesh, the only time I spoke to Rajan

was in front of my entire office.

I've repeated this a thousand times
in questioning.

[in Gujarati] What's wrong with you?

[in English] Jagruti, under MCOCA,

extension of remand
does not require any proof.

They only need leads.

And if we want bail,
it's better they don't find any.

Now, I'm asking you, is there anything...

that you are not telling me?

Look, to help you, I need your help.

Did you ever share anything with anyone,
even if it was by mistake?

- Unintentionally, Sen's details...
- Bhavesh, what the f*ck is wrong with you?

- [tense music playing]
- You think, knowingly, unknowingly,

I'd share the personal details
of a journalist?

I'll do that just for a story?

That too with Rajan?
A f*cking gangster. Are you mad?

When I was asked for Sen's details,
I gave nothing.

Who asked you?

[inhales] A source.
I can't reveal the name.

But I haven't given out any information.
I even let go of Rajan's interview.

So then how did you land
Rajan's interview?

One day, randomly, he just called me.

Jagruti, who is this source
of yours, tell me.

I will not reveal my source, Bhavesh.

Is this source of yours
involved in any way in Sen's m*rder?

Is he an accused?

Did you tell the police?

The police must know about it.
That's why I'm here, right?

But how can we be so sure?

Look, if you tell them now
and they already know it,

it will look as if you are cooperating.
If you don't tell them,

in future they could use it against you
that you concealed information from them.

Jagruti, they will link it
as if you are with them!

All right. But you have to trust me.
I did not pass on any information.

I trust you, Jagruti,
but just tell them everything you know!

Look, I can prep you

so that they don't trap you
in your own words. Okay?

- [breathes shakily]
- Now, tell me who is this source of yours?

John Samson.

He wanted me to find out
who did Sen meet in Europe.

If I found out, in exchange,
he would get me an interview with Rajan.

[Jagtap] You are saying you have no idea
who Sen met in Europe.

Nor did you share
any sort of information with Samson.

And yet, Nana granted you an interview.

Yes, sir. I refused to give out
any kind of information.

But then the next day, Rajan called
because he wanted his side to be heard.

[Karade] So, then,
why did you claim in the article

that Sen had gone to Europe
to meet Iqbal Mirchi?

Samson wanted the same information, right?

I wrote that article after the m*rder.
JCP Shroff confirmed it.

- Shroff sir also gave you the tip?
- No. Another source gave it.

But I received that tip after the m*rder.

I have not shared
any kind of information with Samson.

Thank you.

Did you see, ma'am,

how simple the truth is?

You should just say it. Else,
things get complicated unnecessarily.

You mean, Samson gave you
the same information, right?

[chuckles] Thank you.

[music concludes]

[Deepa] Thank you so much, sir.

No, I had absolutely no idea
she was doing all this.

I was working so closely with her,
and even I was fooled.

[indistinct chatter]

Anyway, thank you so much
for the story, sir. Yes. Thank you.

Hi! I'm so sorry. Thanks for this.

I'm so sorry I'm late,

but it's a really big story
and, hopefully, an exclusive, so...

- Should we order something to eat?
- You still have appetite for more?

Meaning, you will be satisfied
once Jagruti is in jail, right?

Kedar, please,

I know Jagruti is your friend,
but please don't take this personally.

- I'm just doing my job.
- Job? Really?

Tell me, what's your designation
at the Crime Branch?

- Keep your voice down, please.
- ACP Devrat's mouthpiece, right?

That's what your job is!

f*ck!

Damn it, I'm... I'm such a bloody idiot!

I didn't even realize
that when you were speaking to me,

it wasn't like you were interested in me.

You were simply getting
information out of me.

And here I was getting excited
and feeling like some hotshot.

And then out of guilt,
you must have thought,

"Oh, never mind, let me go out
on one date with this poor guy."

A f*cking date which is not even a date!

- Kedar, you're going off tangent here.
- [scoffs]

I don't understand.
I'm finding stories and printing them.

- That's what I'm supposed to do.
- [Kedar] Deepa, tell me one thing.

In all this, where is the truth?

To find the truth,
we have the police and the courts.

Listen, my job and yours,
mind you, is to do what I am doing.

To do it faster,
to be the first, get the scoop.

That is the game. You know it!
What do you think?

If J were here in my place,
wouldn't she be doing the same?

She'd be doing exactly this.

Kedar, what are you doing?

- [thudding on table]
- Do you know what is your dilemma?

You don't even know
who you are judging here.

Is it yourself or Jagruti?

Because if it was Jagruti in your place,

she wouldn't be parading
these lies made by the police.

- Please, don't be so sure.
- I'm very sure.

[melancholy music playing]

[Jagtap] What did Nana take
in exchange for the interview?

- I told you everything last time.
- Well, I forgot. Tell me again.

- I gave nothing! I just wrote an article.
- When did you give Sen's details?

Sir, I haven't given
any details to anyone.

I spoke to Rajan only once.

That too in front
of my entire office. That's it!

- [Jagtap] Madam!
- [thudding on table]

[Jagtap] Tell me the truth.
Just the truth.

[music continues]

[female news reporter]
Jagruti Pathak, an ordinary reporter.

How could she afford
such an expensive school for her son?

The question arises,

from where did she get
this kind of money?

[indistinct chatter]

- [reporters clamoring]
- [camera shutters clicking]

- [music fades]
- [indistinct chatter]

[male reporter] Sir,
I have it from three sources.

Jagruti took money
to do positive stories for JCP Shroff.

And two of them are also on record,
so you shouldn't have a problem.

What does my Deputy Bureau Chief
think of this? Pushkar?

- [chuckles]
- Guys, come on! Congratulate him!

Congratulations, sir!

Well done.

- Thank you. Thanks, Imran.
- You're welcome.

Had you not applied for it,
I would have told you to.

So, should we run the story?

Because I've been told
that my judgment regarding Jagruti

is making me
and the paper look bad. Sorry.

The story does merit publishing.

But if we run this, we are saying
that our own stories were compromised.

It's practically an admission of guilt.

Glad to see you differentiate

between a story
and a story we should run.

[chuckles]
I could always tell the difference, boss.

Even when you pitched
that fluff piece on Acharya for page one?

Anyway, forget it. Back then,
you were thinking like a reporter.

But I knew that the day
you'd become the deputy,

you'll start thinking like one.

[Brijesh] Why are we the only paper
that's not doing stories on her?

[Imran] Because we are the only ones
bothering to fact-check, Brij.

Should we stop doing that also?

Well, on the one hand,
we have facts. And on the other,

Citi Mirror sitting at number one.

And we obviously can't afford
to bend over, right?

Pushkar, do you remember there was a time

when people watched movies
for entertainment

and they used to read the news
for topics of national interest?

- So quaint, right?
- Why do I even bother?

[door opening]

- [telephone ringing]
- [indistinct chatter]

- Okay. Thank you, guys.
- Thank you.

Was this a move, Imran?

What kind of move?

Making me your deputy
to keep me off the field?

[softly] Wow.

Really?

Pushkar, see,
I can't force you to see your own worth.

Thank you.

[car horns blaring in distance]

You wanna talk?

Or just smoke it away?

Nidhi, what do I say?

It's all rotten, and I'm a part of it.

Uh... I did not know
how to bring this up earlier, but...

- Um, that article about Jagruti and me...
- Right, the affair.

Immy...

if I really wanted
an explanation from you,

I would have asked for one.

You know me. I don't sit and brood.

And nor do you.

Don't just sit.

If it's rotten and you're a part of it,
then do something. Just do something.

I'm trying. [sighs]

But... Guha, the police...

It's a three-ring circus. It's all rigged.

Why don't you say that to Jagruti
who's sitting in lockup right now?

Just because nobody is pursuing the truth
doesn't mean you shouldn't either.

- You either fix it or quit it.
- [soft instrumental music playing]

[keyboard clacking]

[Imran] After seven years
of stellar reporting,

- Jagruti Pathak became a household name.
- [keyboard clacking]

[Imran] Not because of her work,

or her inspiring personal story
of a single mother,

or a woman making it

in the male-dominated field
of crime reporting,

but because of her dubious arrest
in the m*rder case of another friend,

Jaideb Sen.

The police may have arrested Pathak,

but it's the media
that has pronounced her guilty

and destroyed her innocence.

What was once called the fourth pillar
of democracy is now just rubble.

Everyone is just doing their jobs.

The police with threadbare evidence
of the MCOCA charges.

The court, who question
neither MCOCA charges nor the police.

The media, who truly believes
that slinging mud at Pathak,

her family, and her integrity
is also just them doing their jobs.

We just do our jobs. No questions asked.

We made Sen a hero, then a martyr,

and then a double agent
between Dawood and Rajan.

Now, we've forgotten about him.

Our sense of justice
lies replaced by schadenfreude

of watching an outspoken woman
burn at the stake.

But come tomorrow,

if grave injustice is done
to Jagruti Pathak,

whose job will it be to restore
her career and her dignity?

I have chosen to stand by Jagruti.

To me, she is innocent
until proven guilty.

- What about you?
- [music concludes]

[Jagruti's lawyer] My Lordship, my client

has been fully cooperating
with the investigation.

Her clean record
and her standing in the community

- has to qualify her for bail.
- My Lordship, during the police custody,

the investigation team has established
one more link in the case.

Accused number 11, Ms. Pathak,
was already in a preexisting relationship

with John Samson, accused number 8.

- Bhavesh, what relationship?
- [Jagruti's lawyer] I object, Your Honor!

The link that they're talking about,

my client has volunteered
the information herself.

She is cooperating.

That's all the more reason
the court needs to consider our appeal

and grant her the bail.

My Lordship,
please consider our submission.

The accused has been arrested under MCOCA.

And considering her influential status,
she can easily tamper with the evidence.

She's also a flight risk,
like Rajan and others like him,

and we strongly suspect that she's part
of a syndicated g*ng, My Lordship.

- My Lordship, but what we're...
- Judicial custody is granted!

- [melancholy music playing]
- I'm obliged, My Lordship.

[Jagruti's grandfather] What?

[reporters clamoring]

Did you plan to m*rder with Samson?

Were you paid? How much were you paid?
Jagruti, you have to tell us. Jagruti...

[warden] Come on. Hurry up.
Move it. Move it.

Jagu...
- [warden] Come on. Hurry up.

- Jagruti, take this!
- Jagu...

- Jagu. Jagu. Jagu, don't worry.
- Mama!

- [Jagruti's uncle] Take this bag, Jagu!
- [Jagruti's mother] Please, Jagu, beta.

- You all thought I'm guilty? Huh?
- No, no, no.

- [overlapping chatter]
- You all came prepared?

- You thought I'm going to jail?
- [overlapping chatter]

[Jagruti, in Gujarati] Nana, I'm innocent!

- [in English] I'm not guilty!
- [Bhavesh] It's okay.

- Jagu!
- Nana!

[Jagruti's uncle]
Jagu, nobody thinks you're guilty, okay?

- Mommy! Mommy!
- Jagu, don't worry!

- At least you have faith in me. [sobs]
- We are with you, beta.

- Jagu!
- [Jagruti] Nana! [sobs]

Bhavesh! Bhavesh!
Where are they taking her?

- [police van door closing]
- Byculla jail.

Till she gets bail or is released.

She's in judicial custody now,
under trial.

[in Gujarati] Oh, Lord!

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[warden, in English]
The alarm will go off at 5:00 a.m.

Breakfast is at 7:00 a.m.
It will end sharp at 7:30.

Lunch is from 11:00 in the morning
to 12:30 in the afternoon.

Afternoon tea will be at 3:00 p.m.

Dinner at 5:00 p.m.

And lights off at 7:30 p.m.

No alcohol, cigarettes,
or fighting in the barracks.

Any violation will attract a penalty.

In your case, the penalty
could even be reported to the judge.

- Rane madam will explain the rest. Move.
- [music concludes]

- 1117 is acting up. Purse aside.
- [warden 2] The one from Thane?

- Yes.
- [warden 2] She better not act too smart.

So, then I clearly warned her.
Come on! Take this off!

Yeah, untie your hair.

Come closer.

Okay. Open your mouth.
Stick your tongue out.

- Yes.
- [warden 2] She'll get transferred.

- [warden 3] I told her... Take it off.
- [warden 2] She doesn't get it.

[warden 3] Yes, exactly.
Take it off. First this.

Yes. This too.

[warden 2] Imported or what?

- This one's imported.
- [warden 2] Oh!

Yes.

Yes. Now, take this off too.

Hey, will you, or should I?

- [breathes shakily]
- [warden 3] Yes. This too.

[melancholy music playing]

[warden 3]
Turn. Turn around! Come on! Yes.

Bend. Bend over!

Yes. Come on. Stand straight.

Hands up.

- Higher!
- [breathes shakily]

[warden 3] Yes, take her.

Hey, keep some laddoos for me also.
Come on, move!

Next!

[prisoners clamoring]

Come on!

[indistinct chatter]

Hey! Look and walk, bloody b*tch!

Move your feet.

[music fades]

Jagruti Pathak, right? Hi. I'm Rupali.

When I heard you were coming,
I saved this for you.

If you don't like this,
I can get another brand for you tomorrow.

Oh, and this... this is Chanda.

My meals, mopping, massage.
She takes care of everything.

Um. Some protection
if you can manage, okay? Please.

- What protection?
- Miss Jagruti, Rajan's girlfriend.

You can surely do
that much for us. Please.

- What? Girlfriend who?
- [chuckles] You! Who else?

Out there, everyone is talking about you.
You're a celebrity.

[sighs] That is outright rubbish!

Come on. Go eat your food. Get up!
Come on. Come on. Come on.

This is Usha Ma.
She handles the whole barrack.

We are just undertrials.
Usha Ma's the one and only convict.

[Usha Ma] Quick.

- This is Jagruti.
- Why are you smoking?

She's pregnant. Are you some princess?

This is Jagruti Pathak,
journalist, the MCOCA case one.

She doesn't look the part,
but... but she's a top g*n.

Has connections with Rajan too.

I think you should talk to her
about your case. Go on.

- Top g*n?
- Hmm.

Then why is she here?

- [laughs]
- [laughs]

Let it be, Rupali.

My case is with Rambha Mata, you know.

Who will take the risk of changing sides?

Come on. Go eat your food.

- Rambha Ma?
- The reigning queen!

Come! Let's eat!
Come! Come! Come! Come!

The state government has announced
a reward for the Mumbai Police

for successfully cracking
the Jaideb Sen m*rder case...

"Successfully cracking the case," kantola!

Bhailu, what did Bhavesh say?
When will she get bail?

No, we'll have to apply for bail
all over again.

Maybe once the police has filed
the charge sheet. After that,

depending on the charges
they file against her,

Bhavesh will prepare
his defense accordingly.

Kotak sir was also saying the same thing.

- [cries]
- So, let's see.

[emotional music playing]

- [Jagruti's mother] Papa. Papa, please.
- [Jagruti's uncle] Papa. Hey!

Papa. Papa. Oh, Papa.

Papa, listen!

We're not giving up!

We're not giving up on this!

Until our Jagu comes back home safe,
we won't sit around quietly.

Here, look, we've...
we've already begun our fight.

See this. "Justice for Jagruti."

Facebook, Twitter.
We'll post on every social media platform.

Jagu's friends, colleagues,
we'll go to everyone.

We'll start a signature campaign.

We'll attend each
and every court hearing together.

We won't let our child feel alone.

You... you... you were all right.

We have to show them
she has... she has support.

It won't make any difference.

[in Gujarati] Nothing matters, Keshav.

Don't say that.

[in English]
Papa, even an ant can move mountains.

- If we all stay together, we'll show them.
- [sighs shakily]

[Jagruti's uncle] We'll show them.

[music concludes]

Enough! Enough, enough,
enough, enough. Hey!

Enough!

"Roshan Gada, the Matka King
with an ill*gal gambling business

worth thousands of crores
was k*lled in a road accident."

- "Today, the police has arrested...
- [tense music playing]

...his wife, Chhaya Gada,
and her young lover for the m*rder."

"Gada and her lover
made it look like an accident

to get rid of her Matka King husband
and become sole ruler of his empire."

[cell door closing]

I was the one who broke the story
two years ago.

Chhaya Gada, Rambha Mata.

Byculla jail, zindabad!
Byculla jail, zindabad!

Byculla jail, zindabad!
Byculla jail, zindabad!

[music concludes]

[upbeat theme music playing]

[theme music concludes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music concludes]