12 O'Clock (1958)

[bunniefuu]

- Where are you going?

- None of your business.

Strange! All this while everything

you did was my business.

Now it's not?

Anyway, tell me why you're going.

What is wrong? What happened?

Ask yourself that before asking me.

I only know that after

your uncle's demise...

we gave you every possible luxury.

- And fulfilled all your wishes.

- Oh yes, you did!

I wanted to study.

You made me give up college.

Made me beg for every penny.

Meet this one, don't meet that.

This is bad, that's good.

Taunted me all the time!

Is this what you call

the luxury you gave me?

That's not my fault.

I followed your sister's orders.

Sure. You're a wax doll.

You can be molded in any way.

- You do everything sister says, don't you?

- You're crossing all limits.

Creating new problems everyday!

- I'll have to complain to her.

- She too is dead for me!

- Bani!

- She hasn't once written to me since she went to Bombay 7 months ago.

I don't want to see your faces!

It's you? Come in.

It's late night. These bags?

- Had another row?

- Yes.

I've left that house.

Now I'll never go back.

You don't have to. I always

told you to come and stay here.

You'll be away from him

and my time will pass.

- But you...

- I'd have come long ago...

but I was waiting to find a job.

- Job?

- Yes, uncle. I've got a job.

I begin work tomorrow.

Bravo! You're really my niece...

who stands on her own feet.

Gentlemen, you've honored me

by electing me Managing Director.

I thank you for the same.

I hope you'll help me in

managing this job at the earliest.

We can offer you very little

help except for finances.

And we have no knowledge

of the hotel industry.

Don't you worry.

I assure you our hotels will soon

be the talk of the entire nation.

We mustn't delay

depositing the money.

We should begin work immediately.

My investment is nominal.

Take it anytime you wish.

Mr. Rai is the one who has to

arrange for the maximum capital.

Don't worry. It will be

arranged within the month.

All right, we'll take leave.

- All of you, please come.

- Let's go upstairs.

Goodness gracious!

Look at your style

Who has ever seen lightning laugh

or the flames sing?

Goodness gracious!

Your eyes flutter demurely

as they meet mine

And the magic stops and starts

Whoever has a heart

within his breast...

how will he control himself?

My! These glances

These fluttering arms

My heart tells me something untoward

will happen today

Goodness gracious!

Look at your style

Who has ever seen lightning laugh

or flames sing?

Goodness gracious!

You cast your glance

ever so slightly towards me

Spoke but a little to me

Upon such coquetry

My heart wavered and trembled

Every gathering was wounded

and restless

My heart tells me something untoward

will happen today

Goodness gracious!

Look at your style

Who has seen lightning laugh

and the flames sing?

Goodness gracious!

When your gaze entangles that of

every member of the audience

When your hair is dishevelled

in the middle of the night

The darkness spreads

And devastation arrives

My heart tells me something untoward

will happen today

Goodness gracious!

Look at your style

Who has seen lightning laugh

and the flames sing?

Goodness gracious!

That's terrific! Outstanding!

You haven't seen the dancer

who was here before.

She'd make you forget everything.

- Mr. Rai, where is she these days?

- She's on a break.

Permit us to leave. It's late.

- So early?

- You're free these days.

Your wife is out of town. But we

have to face the home government.

- Okay.

- Good night.

Take a seat.

- Yes?

- Regarding my case...

- The next date is December.

- Thank you.

- The fees...

- Don't worry about money.

Find some loophole to

defeat Tolaram Damdimal.

Don't worry. Arrange for

the money and all will be done.

The money will reach court tomorrow.

- Good day.

- Good day.

- Don't forget.

- No.

- He must be defeated.

- Yes, it will be done.

Your name?

- Bani Choudhary.

- Aha!

Understood. Divorce case.

Smt. Bani Choudhary. Work...

- Your husband's name?

- Pardon?

You brought it written it down.

You're shy, perhpas? Give it to me.

You're the new secretary?

Follow me.

This is your seat.

- Have you worked before this?

- No.

I'll make you perfect

in two days.

First, arrange these letters

case wise in these files.

This is... m*rder.

File 302.

This case is of rioting.

Number 147.

This is cheating.

One man needed everywhere!

- Sorry.

- It's alright.

Moti! Moti! Moti! Does it hurt you to

address me by my full name?

Do consider our old

friendship and my position.

Why'd you call me?

Mr. Motilalji Sharma...

This is Court Session

and that is flat S2.

A 40-year-old bald man lives here.

Do I have to count

his son's hair?

Let me finish.

This man is blackmailing

the Parsi who just left.

I want you to go there and find

out where he goes, what he does.

- Understand? - Yes.

- Take this.

- Shall I go tomorrow?

- Don't be daft. Hurry.

And send in the secretary.

You're being called.

A problem everyday!

Follow this one or that.

Follow this cr*pple,

or that blind man.

Go there at night

and come here during the day.

What a pain! Now he wants

me to follow a bald man!

I'm fed up of this job.

Put me on duty elsewhere.

You're very impatient. Why don't

you think there's no better place...

than this to learn about

the g*ng of smugglers.

You can see the flat clearly

and Ajay is your childhood friend.

So you have every liberty.

What liberty? I haven't

seen a movie for 3 months!

This lawyer is comparable

to Scotland Yard.

He's got the problems of the world!

And I'm the one who faces the music!

Have you no shame

pulling down my sari?

I didn't pull it down.

It was drawn to me.

It fell into my arms

the moment it saw me.

- Whose is it?

- Mine.

Yours? You need to

punish it severely.

It's not good to be

so kind to loafers.

Why are you embarrassing me?

I scolded you by mistake.

- Do you always make such mistakes?

- Pardon?

Sometimes.

You scolded me just now. When will

you make the mistake of being nice?

- Pardon?

- Answer me.

What are you doing here?

I was being scolded and

she was making mistakes.

My dear, he's a gentleman.

Don't make a mistake with him.

This is Bani, my niece and

he is Ajay, an advocate.

A famous lawyer of the city.

- Glad to meet you.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Let's play some chess.

- Sure.

- Come along.

I'm glad we met.

The evening will pass.

Bani can't play chess!

It requires brains.

Otherwise she's very bright.

She's private secretary to a lawyer.

Is that so?

My sympathies to the lawyer.

Here you are.

So that's your game.

Want to win the game?

No question. I've lost

in the very first move.

This is a very dangerous game.

One move decides the entire game.

Yes. Save yourself.

You're being checked.

I see that.

Make your move.

Here you are.

I've lost myself somewhere here

The season is young,

the night, beautiful

Where's my heart?

Who knows?

I don't even know where I am

I'm lost...

I'm lost...

I encountered somone

by chance...

that my heart cried out,

'Support me!'

I wonder what those

beautiful eyes were saying

I've lost myself somewhere here

The season is young,

the night, beautiful

Where's my heart?

Who knows?

I don't even know where I am

I'm lost...

I'm lost...

Let me express my feelings

indirectly...

by caressing her hair lovingly

Then I think, what if

she's displeased?

I've lost myself somewhere here

The season is young,

the night, beautiful

Where's my heart?

Who knows?

I don't even know where I am

I'm lost...

I'm lost...

This melody of love...

will definitely be mine one day

Be still, my heart, my heart,

don't be so wilful

I've lost myself somewhere here

The season is young,

the night, beautiful

Where's my heart?

Who knows?

I don't even know where I am

I'm lost...

I'm lost...

Your good name?

My name is...

is Miss Natasundari, Chuna Bhatti

Juna Khar, address.

Chuna Bhatti, Juna Khar.

- What is your case?

- What can I say?

My landlord gave me

notice to leave the house.

- Why? - He can't sleep.

- Why?

- His heart gets a jolt.

- You give it?

I only dance.

- You dance?

- Yes.

I'll give you a demonstration.

- That's quite enough.

- Did you like it?

I'm feeling great.

But my landlord doesn't like it.

- I'll talk to him. You may leave.

- Really?

- Should I leave?

- Yes, go.

- Good day, sir.

- Good bye.

What about your case?

Is this the time to come?

Is now the time to come to the office?

It's 2 minutes past 10:30.

The court doesn't believe in sorry.

If you're late, the work won't be done,

we'll lose the case, and he'll be hanged!

And who'll save him

if he's condemned to hang?

You or your apology?

Forget the apology.

We have lots of work.

What, Mr. Pestonjee, those... I mean

to say, have you bought all your papers?

Gave it up.

I can see everything.

I thought you could only see

girls through these, not men.

Meaning?

Meaning, your secretary

is very nice.

The first day she captured

the office, the next, the heart.

Don't bore me.

My getting bored is fine but

it shouldn't reach a stage...

- that you get bored of clients.

- May I come in?

Here's your mail and

this is your personal letter.

It's urgent.

Mr. Ajay Kumar, the Rs.200

is your fees.

I don't consider it appropriate

to come to your office.

Hence, be kind enough to meet me

at the Hotel Majestic this evening.

I'll be wearing a white sari.

- Did you write this letter to me?

- Yes.

I am Mrs. Kapoor. And you...?

I'm Ajay Kumar and this is

Bani Choudhary, my secretary.

- Would you like something?

- No thanks.

- So, Mrs. Kapoor, you wrote...

- Yes, I troubled you because...

for the past three years,

my husband's property...

- Hello, Bani. - Hello.

- I've to admire your anger.

You didn't give me a chance

to speak then.

Has your temper cooled down?

Sir, there's a trunk call from Delhi.

Stay here. I'll be back.

Don't go away.

- How are you, darling?

- Very well, but dying to meet you both.

I want to come back. It's

so hot here that I can't bear it.

I was thinking of leaving

by the morning train.

Maya, I may have to come to Delhi

on business in a day or two.

I would like you to stay there

for a couple of days.

We could return together.

The journey will be fun.

Okay, I'll stay back

if you say so.

But I hope I won't

be waiting in vain...

and you'll make some

excuse, as always.

Such impatience!

No, darling, I will come.

Okay, then I'll wait for you.

Don't worry. I've heard the case.

- I'll start the proceedings tomorrow.

- Thank you. Good bye.

Sinha? You, here?

What are you doing here?

I'm always here.

Where are you these days?

Right here, my friend,

but I have no spare time.

- Excuse me...

- I can see that.

- Did you make this sketch?

- Yes. Like it?

Keep it.

You're a strange guy! My studio is

two feet away from your office.

Come over sometime.

He's a good man.

- He's very charming.

- Of course.

How long have you known him?

He's your friend.

How will I know?

But he has made a nice sketch.

- I'm not talking about Sinha.

- Who, then?

That man who was talking to you

so casually at the hotel.

He? He is...

- That was Rai Mohan.

- You've known him a long while, huh?

Yes, from childhood.

Very handsome man.

Of course. He has brains too.

Why didn't you answer him?

- I'm not talking to him.

- Why?

That's between us.

Who are you to ask?

Why are you quiet?

That's my choice.

Who are you to ask?

What a spell you have cast,

my love

I've lost my heart to you

No one should steal hearts

like you do

See how helpless I've become

Oh, goodness gracious...

Oh, goodness gracious,

your eyes beckoned...

and I lost my heart to you

What a spell you have cast,

my love

I've lost my heart to you

What a spell...

My steps falter as I walk along

How can I control myself

when you tease me?

I walk...

I walk, with your name

on my lips

I've lost my heart to you

What a spell you have cast,

my love

I've lost my heart to you

What a spell...

There's yet a little prudence,

but I'm slightly befuddled too

There's an ache, but

there's delight too

The arrow, my beloved...

You shot such a wondrous

dart, my beloved...

that I've lost my heart to you

What a spell you have cast,

my love

I've lost my heart to you

What a spell...

I came to wish you good night.

Oh, darling! You've arrived!

What's the matter? Come in.

This is my friend, Khanna.

He was on the same flight.

- This is my wife, Maya.

- Hello. Please come in.

Excuse me. I must keep

my bags in my room.

- Oh, so you're staying in this hotel too?

- Yes. Room 302.

- Okay, let me take your leave.

- Khanna, do have lunch with us.

- What do you say, darling?

- Alright.

- How is Bani?

- She's fine.

She's very unkind. She hasn't

replied to a single letter of mine.

You know how irresponsible she is.

She must have forgotten.

Let me meet her. Then I'll

teach that witch a lesson.

- When can we leave here?

- Soon.

I have some work here.

Then I'll book the seats.

- What work do you have here?

- I need money for business.

- Money?

- Yes, darling.

You won't give me a

penny from your inheritance.

And I have to beg from others.

You say such strange things. Dad's

money is meant for something specific.

How can I give it to you?

All right, have it your way.

Anyway, I've made arrangements.

Oh, it's 10 o'clock. That man

must be waiting for me.

I must leave, darling.

I'll be back by lunch.

- Have some breakfast at least.

- It's a very important appointment.

I'll be back by lunch.

Listen, book our tickets.

Hello, Neena! Hello, Maya.

- How are you?

- Ayah, go out.

Neena, Maya is going to Bombay

tomorrow. You must go with her.

Here's your ticket. Here.

Your seats are in

the same compartment.

Pay attention to one thing, darling; the

child should be with Maya all the time.

She loves kids because

she can't have them.

- But...

- No buts, darling.

The moment the train reaches Dadar,

leave the child and disembark.

And... be careful.

I don't know why I'm scared.

A life, for no reason...

Now, don't be silly, darling. This is life

and one must use one's head, not heart.

After a few days, your son

will be a millionaire.

And you, you'll be mine.

You invited me and came late.

Forgive me; I'm late.

- I'm sorry, darling.

- Come on.

- Booked the tickets?

- No, darling.

I have to go to Calcutta.

- Calcutta?

- Yes.

The man I was to meet

has gone to Calcutta.

Go from Bombay?

No, darling. It's imperative

that I meet him.

I've to meet him today itself,

or my work will suffer.

So must I rot here till then?

Let your enemies rot! Why don't

you return alone tomorrow?

By the time your train reaches

Bombay, I'll be there by air.

Hey, Khanna, why don't see her

to the train tomorrow?

- What's so difficult about that?

- I'll take sister-in-law to the station.

- I think that's a good arrangement. What do you say?

- As you wish.

Don't pull a long face now.

I'll soon be in Bombay with you.

What are you looking for?

I'm looking to see what

you've hidden in your purse.

Be my guest. There's nothing in there

that belongs to the office.

If I find something

from my house?

What do you have in

your house worth stealing?

Some dusty books,

and a maid to dust them.

You are right, Bani. What's there

in my house? It's empty.

And I live in it, totally lost.

How did you get this sickness?

- Thanks to you.

- How is that?

- It's the effect of your company.

- Then, leave me alone.

When you became

my fellow-traveler...

my life changed course

Thousands of lamps

have lit up...

the path of my love

I was delighted,

with the intoxication...

of your lips, colored as they are

by the hues of spring

The seasons are young,

my companion is handsome

and his glances signal

his favors

All the hues and

shades of colors...

have now melded with your eyes

Thousands of lamps

have lit up...

the path of my love

Whither the destination?

Where's the caravan?

In your embrace lies

my whole world

Come, my beloved,

let's go where...

the skies meet the earth

on the horizon

We have gone way past...

our journey's end today

Thousands of lamps

have lit up...

the path of my love

When you became

my fellow-traveler...

my life changed course

Thousands of lamps

have lit up...

the path of my love

- Going to ask for his permission?

- Who is he to give permission?

- Then why are you going?

- I have work. - What?

Tell you later.

This is a map of platform 5.

According to you, Maya's

compartment is the third.

I'll bring Bani there

under some pretext.

We'll stand here.

There's a bench about

two feet away.

You stand on this bench.

You'll be able to aim easily from here.

But keep one thing in mind.

The moment the train halts,

finish your job, and jump off this fence.

I'll have a motorcycle waiting

for you here. lts number is 5500.

- 5500. Understood?

- Yes. - Er... look...

Here's your money...

and take this. Remember,

you mustn't miss.

- Khanna never misses.

- Good, good!

Govind, Madam is coming with

the child tonight.

Take the car and bring Ms. Bani.

- She's not home right now.

- Wait there for her until she returns.

But sir, Ms. Bani is waiting at home.

- What did you say?

- She's waiting inside.

Hello, Bani, you're well?

Hmmm. I'm glad you've

gotten over your anger.

Where's your luggage?

I haven't come to stay. I've come for

the money uncle left me in his will.

Oh. So that's it.

You're become very smart.

You found your own bridegroom?

- Tell me about him.

- It's none of your business!

Why are you fighting?

I only wanted to know the name of

the young man who tamed this lioness.

I haven't come to crack jokes.

I came for the money.

Who's joking? Bani, you know only

your sister can disburse the money.

She's coming by the midnight train.

Meet her.

- Where are you going?

- To the station to meet her.

I, too, am going there.

Come with me.

25 minutes to go.

Arre, what's this? See what

movie is playing here.

Good gracious! The poor fellow's dead.

- What happened?

- What a terrible accident!

No, no, no! I did not

k*ll my sister.

The circumstances and the law

are against you.

Tell us the truth. Who's your

accomplice who fired the second shot?

I have no accomplice.

I don't know anybody!

You do know him!

- How much did you pay him?

- I didn't pay anyone! I've no accomplice.

How many times must I say

that I didn't k*ll my sister?

Why don't you... call Mr. Ajay?

Constable, take her away.

- Hello? Ajay speaking.

- Inspector Rane, Agripada police station.

What a bore!! Is this any time

to wake me up? Anyway, tell me.

Ajay, do you know

Miss Bani Choudhary?

Bani? Yes, of course.

She's my secretary.

She's been arrested for m*rder.

- m*rder? Whose m*rder?

- Her sister's.

I didn't k*ll anyone, Ajay.

I'd gone with my brother-in-law

to meet her at the station.

I don't know how the p*stol

wound up in my purse.

And it went off.

I didn't commit the m*rder, Ajay.

I didn't k*ll her.

I'll look after everything, Bani.

But tell me the truth.

What? Don't you

believe me either?

It doesn't matter if I believe you, Bani;

you have to be proved innocent.

Tell me the truth. Where

did you get the p*stol?

I don't know, Ajay!

I don't know.

Where did you go

after leaving me?

Straight to brother-in-law's house.

Then to the station to meet my sister.

But you never told me

your sister was coming?

Where did I know?

My brother-in-law told me.

- Who else did you meet?

- Nobody at all.

Nobody?

Don't worry, Bani.

I'll free you.

But I still can't believe

Bani is capable of m*rder.

Only because she's

your friend's beloved?

No, lnspector. I know her

quite well.

- She's a simple girl.

- That could be a personal opinion.

But if she's really committed

a m*rder, do you know your duty?

Yes, I do.

The b*llet found in Mrs. Rai Mohan's

body was not fired from this p*stol.

Hey, drive slowly.

Drive slowly, I say!

- Why? What's the matter?

- Something will happen soon if it hasn't already.

Look here, this guy had the

same disease as you do.

I mean, he wanted to reach home in a

hurry, but reached God's abode instead.

Understood?

If he wanted to die with Rs.5500,

he could've willed it to me.

So the cash that went into a government

bank would have been in my pocket.

Eh? Very good!

That man resembles me.

- Your face resembles that of a monkey as well.

- Resembles grapes?!

- Langoor! (Monkey.) - I thought

you meant grapes. It's the season.

Monkey.

But yet... my late wife and I

loved Bani very much.

I don't understand anything.

Why did Bani do

such a crazy thing?

Who was it who fired

the second shot?

Second b*llet?

What are you saying?

Yes, your wife was shot twice.

Only one shot was fired

from Bani's p*stol.

- But who could that be?

- That's what we want to know.

But... if there was

another person...

someone at the station

would have seen him.

No.

Do you suspect

any of Bani's friends?

As long as Bani lived here, I never

saw her meet anyone like that.

But after leaving us,

obviously, I can't say.

You'd mentioned earlier that

Bani was strangely quarrelsome.

Did your wife and Bani

ever quarrel?

Small arguments take place

in every family, lnspector.

But... nothing serious.

As far as I know.

Mr. Rai, did Bani ever

come here after she left?

Just once.

That, too, on that ill-omened night

that she shot her sister.

Why'd she come?

Only she knows.

But... all she told me was that

she had come for the money...

that her uncle had willed her.

A will? May I see it?

Why not? Of course.

I'll get it.

Here, look.

This is the will that hides

the secret behind the m*rder.

It clearly says...

that "My only daughter Maya will be

the sole heir to my property."

"And her children after her demise."

"But if Maya dies without issue...

my niece Bani will

inherit everything."

Milord, I shall now prove that

the accused shot Maya for the property.

Because when she shot Mrs. Maya

she didn't know that...

that Mrs. Maya's child, the true heir

to this wealth was already born.

Inspector Chauhan, how many

b*ll*ts hit Maya?

Two. One in the chest,

the other simply grazed her ear.

How many shots were fired

at the time of the m*rder?

Only two.

Did you see both shots

being fired?

No. I only heard

the first shot.

When I turned around, I saw

the accused firing the second shot.

Isn't it possible that she

fired the first shot, too?

No. When I confiscated her p*stol,

I found only one shot had been fired.

A second person fired the

second shot from another g*n.

- Right?

- Yes.

How long after the first

shot was the second fired?

Barely a second later.

In fact, even less.

So that means the accused was

already lifting her hand to sh**t?

Yes.

- Are you the ballistic expert?

- Yes.

You reported that the b*llet found

in the deceased Maya's body...

wasn't fired from the p*stol held

by the accused, Bani.

- Right?

- Yes.

Which p*stol was in the accused's hands

at the time of the m*rder?

- .38.

- .38.

And the b*llet found in Mrs. Maya's

body was fired from what p*stol?

.38.

Can you easily obtain .38 pistols

in this country?

No. The license is not usually

provided to the common man.

Milord, two K*llers fired two shots at

Mrs. Maya with two different pistols.

These pistols were of the same make,

and were fired almost simultaneously.

At the same target.

Doesn't this prove, Milord...

that both these K*llers were part

of the same conspiracy?

- Any questions?

- No.

You may leave.

Now I will prove, Milord,

who profited from this m*rder.

The accused, Bani,

or the other k*ller.

And to prove this, I begin with

a strange witness...

who probably knew

about the m*rder at a time...

when the real K*llers hadn't

even thought of it.

I think this bald man

will crucify Bani.

- Professor Swami...

- You forgot 'Muthu'. Call me Muthuswami.

-Professor Muthuswami, are you

an astrologer?

Yes, my ancestors were

also astrologers.

Meaning you have predicted

the destiny of generations.

'Mukhtabdil'? What does that mean?

I've heard of the Hindu Code,

but what is this new bill?

- Order! Order!

- I wish to know if you predict the future?

For a fee of Rs.501, sir.

Last year, after accepting Rs.501, you'd

written something about Maya's future.

Something? You call this 'something'?

Just read it and see.

28 March. Within a month, Maya will

suffer a tragic train or road mishap.

But she will escape.

It's definite.

- What else is written?

- It's also written...

that for a year from that date,

she will be in danger...

of losing her life at the hands

of a near relative.

If she escapes, she will only die

after bearing five children.

If she had escaped,

couldn't she have borne 5 kids?

Is this merely 'something'?

Mr. Rai Mohan, did Prof. Swamy's

firs prediction come true?

Yes. A month after this prediction,

we narrowly escaped a car accident.

According to the second prediction,

Maya was in danger from a close relative.

Other than Bani, did she have

any other close relative?

Er... no. But we never

suspected poor Bani.

But we were worried that

it might happen by accident.

So I sent my wife out of the city

for the predicted period of danger.

Then why did you bring her back

before the year was up?

The fact is, that period would

have ended at midnight.

And her train was

to arrive at midnight.

I didn't realise what could happen

in just a few seconds.

You had a child when your

wife was away in Delhi.

Did Bani know about this?

No. We'd decided not to tell anyone

until this period was over.

At the time of the m*rder, the accused

Bani didn't know that Maya had a child.

She only knew that in the

absence of a child, after Maya...

she would inherit the property.

- That's all, Milord.

- Does the defense want to interrogate the witness?

Yes, Milord.

Mr. Rai Mohan, did you

love your wife?

- Yes.

- How much?

A lot.

If you loved her so much,

why didn't you hate her k*ller?

Er, that... what are you implying,

counselor?

I want to state that you are

committing perjury in court.

You're a conman.

If Bani really k*lled your wife,

why are you pretending to love her?

My love is not false.

I feel pity for her naivete.

There are some people

in this world...

who present their right cheek

when slapped on the left.

Try facing my slaps!

I'll slap you so hard that

both your cheeks will smart.

- Order, order!

- Mr. Rai Mohan...

how many days before

the m*rder was your child born?

About a month. Why?

If Bani had known you had

a child, would she have k*lled?

- Perhaps... perhaps not.

- Then why hide it from her?

I hid nothing from her.

Bani herself stopped meeting me.

So I never had the opportunity

to tell her anything.

But you'd an opportunity

that night?

Bani came to you a few hours

before the m*rder.

Yes. And Maya and the child were

due to arrive in a few hours.

Would it have been better to tell Bani,

or to surprise her with the child?

What do you think?

- Mr. Rai Mohan, have you owned a p*stol?

- No.

- How long has Bani lived with you?

- From her childhood.

When she was with you, how many

hours a day would she stay home?

- About 17-18 hours.

- The rest of the time?

- In school.

- Did the school teach her to sh**t?

- No.

- According to your statement, in a crowded station...

she shot amidst the crowd.

She shot at a woman

inside a slowing train.

- Right?

- Yes.

A woman who shoots

under these circumstances...

must either be a great marksman,

or absolutely crazy.

Do you think Bani is mad?

No. Just a good marksman.

When she never learned to sh**t

at your house, or at school...

where did she learn to sh**t?

I object, Milord. The defence

counsel's question is irrelevant.

I don't think so. Only a good

marksman can commit this crime.

- Not anyone else.

- We will prove that too, Milord.

Your question is only where

the accused learned to sh**t.

For many months she has worked

as secretary to the defense counsel.

Whatever it is, I request the court

to give us time to gather evidence.

Granted. You have 15 days.

The question is why was she

k*lled at a crowded station?

She wasn't allowed to reach home.

It's possible the k*ller didn't want

Mrs. Rai Mohan to meet or talk to anyone.

Meaning Mrs. Rai knew some secret...

that might be dangerous

for the k*ller.

Absolutely!

That is why she was k*lled at

the station, before getting home.

If that were so, then

why wasn't she k*lled in Delhi?

Assume this m*rder

took place in Delhi. Then...

Then our secretary wouldn't

be trapped...

and we would have been spared.

So the m*rder happened

in Bombay to frame Bani.

But what's the reason

for her m*rder?

Only Mrs. Rai Mohan and

her k*ller know the motive.

But Mrs. Rai Mohan can't talk

because the poor woman is dead.

And the k*ller doesn't want to die.

I think something happened

in Delhi that caused the m*rder.

The child was born in Delhi.

- Child...

- Yes, Mrs. Rai Mohan's.

Yes! Brilliant, Moti, brilliant!

For once, you said

something sensible.

I'm always sensible, but you've

realized it for the first time.

Hello? Indian Airlines?

- Please book me a seat for Delhi.

- Delhi?

It's beyond your comprehension.

You handle Rai Mohan here.

Hello? Yes? Ajay.

Ajay Kumar.

Uh... 88491. Yes.

Payment?

Got a good customer.

- Hello, Mr. Motilal.

- Hello.

- K. Kapoor. Mrs. K. Kapoor?

- Please come in. - Thank you.

Tell me, how far has

the case progressed?

The case is getting more and

more confusing by the day.

But Mr. Ajay said there's

no reason to worry.

Everything is fine but

we can't find the k*ller.

k*ller? But what's the k*ller

got to do with my case?

Uh... er... Your case?

That's on the 8th.

Where's your ayah?

So that's your k*ller.

Er... not the k*ller but a step

towards finding the k*ller.

I want to ask her

some questions.

So it would be extremely

kind of you to call her.

- Rosie! Rosie!

- Please ask her not to tell anyone about my queries.

Listen, this man is

a good friend of mine.

Whatever he asks you, don't

tell anyone else. Understood?

Rosie, who's the girl who came

with you from the milk center?

She's Marina, my childhood friend.

Oh, so she's a childhood friend?

And who were her

childhood friends?

Eh? Don't you remember?

Try and recall, Rosie.

Or my Rosie will be in trouble.

Where have I gone?

I've come to meet my Marina.

- To meet Marina?

- Yes. - But that's me.

You? Strange!

When did you grow up?

This child... is yours?

No, it's my master's.

He just left in the car.

And the woman with him?

Is she his sister?

She's not his sister,

but his sweetheart.

But who're you to ask?

- You don't recognize your John D'Souza?

- John?

You're so grownup?

- Yes.

- Where's the mole on your nose?

I'd been rubbing my nose

for the past 10 years...

So yesterday, the mole vanished

and today, I found you.

Rub your nose a little more.

Look towards me, my beauty

It's the month of June

Give me the cooling shade

of your tresses

I'm sweating because of the heat!

Listen to what my heart says

Oh gorgeous one, don't make me

burn and yearn for you

I'm becoming ill from sorrow,

heal me

Fan me with your veil, cool me

I am Madam Marina

Stay away, drippy perspiration!

Talk from afar

Don't ever come near me

Millions here sigh for me

You tell me, what should I do?

Of whose heart should I be mindful?

By whose sorrow

should I be affected?

Look towards me, my beauty

It's the month of June

Give me the cooling shade

of your tresses

I'm sweating because of the heat!

I've been devastated

for an eternity now

We're legendary lovers, you and I.

You're Shireen, I'm Farhad

Don't think I'll leave you

and go away home

If it comes to that,

I'll die on your threshold

I am Madam Marina

Stay away, drippy perspiration!

Talk from afar

Don't ever come near me

Look towards me, my beauty

It's the month of June

Give me the cooling shade

of your tresses

I'm sweating because of the heat!

Look towards me, my beauty...

- Hello? - 241404?

- Speaking please.

- Trunk call for Mr. Motilal, from Delhi.

- Put him on.

- Hello? Hello, Moti, Ajay here.

- Hello, Ajay. Found anything new?

Not a thing. Everything

is as Rai Mohan testified.

I even went to the maternity home.

I'm now at the hotel she stayed in.

But there's nothing suspicious here.

- Tell me, did you find anything?

- Just a letter.

Addressed to Mrs. Rai Mohan

redirected from Grand Hotel.

What? Hotel Grant? Just

read out the whole address.

Mrs. Rai Mohan, Room 301,

Hotel Grant, Delhi.

Hotel Grant?

- Yes, please?

- Was a Mrs. Rai Mohan staying here a few days ago?

Just a moment, please.

Yes, Mrs. Maya Rai Mohan. She left

on 27th March after a stay of 7 months.

- Did she bear a child?

- Child? No. She didn't have any child.

- No child?

- No.

Can you tell me what kind

of people came to meet her?

As far as I know,

she lived alone.

Er, Ahmed, you were on duty in 301

last month, weren't you?

- Yes sir. I was on duty.

- Who visited Mrs. Rai Mohan?

No one at all. Oh, two men visited her

two days before she left the hotel.

One man left that same day;

the other stayed in an adjacent room.

They ate together and

finally left together.

- What was his name?

- Mr. Khanna.

- Can you describe him?

- Who can forget his face, sir?

A round-faced man, with bushy

eye brows and piercing eyes...

thin lips, a moustache like a hero,

and a deep scar near his left eye.

Come, you've been called

to the office.

Come, Bani.

Ajay, I feel like I'll suffocate

within these walls.

- And then, you never visited me.

- I've been running around day and night.

Don't lose heart.

Everything will be fine.

I've come to see you today;

Soon, I'll come to take you away.

- When?

- Very soon.

Okay, Bani, tell me, was your sister

pregnant before she left for Delhi?

She never mentioned it.

- Do you have a relative named Khanna?

- Khanna?

- No.

- A friend of your sister's or brother-in-law's?

- As far as I know, no one.

- Try to remember.

He has a deep scar

near his left eye.

A scar? I've never seen

anyone like that.

- At the station?

- Not even there.

How is he related to the case?

Okay, Bani.

- Hello, Sinha.

- Oh, come in, come in. How did you come by here today?

- You can relax, Ms. Margarita.

- Thank you. - Tell me, what's new?

Sinha, I wanted to know if a man's

portrait can be made without seeing him?

I mean, just by the description

of his features.

Why not? I've sketched

one such portrait myself.

- You?

- Yes, me. Would you like to see it?

- Yes. Where is it?

- Come with me.

The girl is my friend's beloved. I

made this by asking him to describe her.

- What does your friend say?

- He feels it resembles the girl.

- Why are you asking?

- I too want to get a portrait made.

- Whose?

- Mr. Khanna's.

- Who is Mr. Khanna?

- He'd stayed at the Grand Hotel, Delhi, a few days ago.

There's a waiter called

Ahmed over there.

He remembers Mr. Khanna well.

Here's the address.

Go to Delhi today.

- Who is that firecracker?

- Neena Devi.

- Meena Devi?

- Yes, she's our famous dancer.

Famous dancer and

I've no clue? Strange.

So come over in the evening.

There's a grand program.

- It's opening night.

- Is that so?

She's dancing again for

the first time in 7 months.

- Oh, so she made others dance to her tune then?

- No, she was on leave.

Oh... Okay, you may also leave.

Hello? Ajay isn't here.

Oh, you're back? You're a strange man.

Why did you end the call yesterday?

My head is still spinning.

I am worried, too, Moti.

Why? What happened?

There were 2 Mrs. Rai Mohans

in Delhi.

Two? Then this is the third.

Friend, there's another one

plotting to be Mrs. Rai Mohan.

- Don't joke.

- Who's joking?

I've seen her myself.

She goes to his house every day.

- Who's she?

- Neena.

- Neena? Neena, who?

- A dancer in Mr. Rai Mohan's hotel.

- How long has she been here?

- 6-7 days.

- Where was she before this?

- On leave for 6-7 months.

Oh, my dear, do listen...

It seems you didn't recognize me

I'd given you my heart

On this very day,

at this very time

'tis not right, this infatuation

Why are you sitting here,

so silent and quiet?

Why are you so distanced

from my love?

Tell me, why are you so distant?

Oh, my dear, do listen...

It seems you didn't recognize me

I'd given you my heart

On this very day,

at this very time

Try to recall

and you'll remember...

that magical moonlight,

the slumbering clouds

on the moon

the slumbering clouds,

the lost breezes

Oh, my dear, do listen...

it seems you didn't recognize me

I'd given you my heart

On this very day,

at this very time

From the time your eyes

fell on me

My heart and soul

have been wounded

You sit here, all-knowing

Recognising that,

and aware of everthing

Oh my dear, do listen...

it seems you didn't recognize me

I'd given you my heart

On this very day,

at this very time

- But why do you want to kidnap the child?

- Simple.

There were 2 Mrs. Rai Mohans

in Delhi.

Only one of them can be

the real mother.

And if she's alive, we'll know

the moment the child vanishes.

Because a mother is a mother.

But where will you

keep the infant?

- That's my responsibility.

- Okay, then, but do be careful.

Don't you worry.

- John, why have you come so late?

- My beloved, I've come to arrest you.

Give me your hand.

- Am I a thief?

- A great one.

- What have I stolen?

- My heart.

Why would I steal your heart?

You must have lost it somewhere.

Give your statement in court

but I will arrest you.

- How will you arrest me?

- Shall I tell you? Like this...

- What is this?

- Love handcuffs that arrests 2 hearts.

Engagement ring!

- How sweet of you!

- Aww...

You're so naughty.

I thought the baby was crying.

- I must leave.

- So early?

I have arrange

for the wedding, no?

- In the night?

- Why delay a good deed? Alright, I've to go.

- When will we meet next?

- At the same time, tomorrow.

Okay, bye.

- Govind, have you taken the baby?

- No.

- Isn't he in the room?

- No. He's not there.

Hello? Hotel Majestic? I'm calling from

the house. Please call the master.

- There's a call for Rai saheb.

- Right.

- Sir, there's a phone call from the house.

- From the house?

Excuse me.

- Hello?

Sir, this is Marina.

Marina? What's it?

- Baby... baby...

- Why are you stuttering? What's the matter?

- The baby has disappeared.

- What??

- The baby has disappeared.

- Where the hell were you?

Hello, darling. Tell me,

did you like the dance?

Why? Why are you silent?

- Come with me.

- Where?

Just come with me. I'll tell you

on the way. Come on.

Who's that?

Oh, it's you, sir.

Come in, please come in.

You ran away the other day.

Today, I won't let you escape.

But today, I haven't come here

so I can run away.

- Really? - Yes.

- Then do sit down.

- So happy?

- Yes. Oh, oh, sorry!

- Oh, be careful. Hope you're not hurt.

- No.

- So you agreed with what I said?

- What did you say?

What did I say?

What do you mean?

Marriage. You ran away the

other day without answering me.

Today, let me see

how you escape.

What do I lack?

Nothing... nothing at all.

Sharp eyes, curly hair...

luscious lips, fair skin.

A graceful body

as delicate as a rose...

as intoxicating as wine.

Anyone who drinks in your beauty

will never regain his senses.

And the best part is that

you dance so well...

that the god of dance himself

would be embarrassed.

Devi... the name fits perfectly.

I'd love to marry you.

But I'm helpless.

I'm already married.

- You're married?

- Yes.

Then what will happen to me?

- Hey, why are you crying?

- She's no more.

- Who?

- Wife.

- Then...

- No, darling...

I don't want to ruin the life

of an innocent girl like you.

You're unmarried and

I'm the father of a child.

Doesn't matter.

Wow, wonderful!

Darling, you're great.

Prabhakar, bring the child.

My dear son, you are

very fortunate.

You found yourself a mother

and a wife for your father.

Take care of him.

I have just one child.

- Okay, I'll take your leave.

- Again?

Okay, you may go. The child is

with me. So you will return.

- Definitely.

- Say bye to Papa.

- You're saying bye?

- Bye-bye!

- How did the child vanish?

- I don't know, sir.

'I don't know!'

Where were you?

I'd just come down, sir.

You wretch! Why did you come down,

leaving the child alone?

I'd come down

to get the baby's milk.

- Had anyone come home?

- No one, sir.

Then did a ghost take him? How did

he vanish with both of you around?

- I don't know, sir.

- You idiot!

Look, Govind, tell me honestly

who came here.

- I'll give you what you want.

- I didn't see anyone come in, sir.

Oh, shut up!

Now hear this. If anyone finds out

the baby is missing, I'll cut your tongue.

Now get out!

- Whom are you calling?

- The police.

Be sensible, Neena.

You may be the child's mom, but

to the world, I'm the father.

And his mother was m*rder*d.

- I don't care. Please let me call the police.

- Neena!

Why don't you understand? If the cops

discover the truth, we will be hanged.

You're only worried about yourself.

- What if... what if... my baby is harmed...

- Neena.

I care more for him than myself.

Whatever I did, I did for him.

Then what's wrong with you now?

Why don't you inform the police?

Try and understand.

I don't want to listen

to anything.

I'm shocked that

you don't understand.

Look, darling, if we complain to the cops,

the kidnappers will be warned.

And his life will be in danger.

Then, my baby...

will he never be found?

- My baby! My baby...

- He'll be found, darling.

Proceed with caution.

Someone surely suspects us.

And look, darling, don't let anyone

know your child has been kidnapped.

Or that you're upset.

- Looked at these carefully?

- Yes, sir, I did.

Then, describe Mr. Khanna's

eyes, lips, eyes and chin.

His eyes were like these,

and this resembles his chin...

and his lips looked like these.

His nose was either this...

or that. It was somewhat

in between these two.

- What do you think?

- This looks exactly like Mr. Khanna.

But you didn't draw

his moustache.

- Moustache? - Yes.

- What sort of moustache? - Like a hero's.

Like this?

There was a deep scar here.

Hello?

Recognize it?

It's your child's voice.

My baby!

You mean, Mr. Rai Mohan's

child, don't you?

You would know better.

Look, I want to talk

only to the child's mother.

If that's not you,

then let's end this call.

Hello? Hello...

Who are you?

Hello? Hello...

I...

I'm the child's mother.

Since you've acknowledged this, tell us

the rest and take your baby back.

But who are you?

Where do I come?

Balkrishna Nivas, Parsi Colony, Dadar.

And listen, if you

try any tricks...

or tell anyone,

your child will suffer.

Hello? Yes?

- Hotel Majestic speaking.

- Hotel Majestic?

- Look, give the line to Miss Neena.

- She has gone out, sir.

- Gone out? When?

- I don't know. She'd received a call.

Telephone?

- What are you doing here?

- I... was going to the hotel.

Come, I'm going there myself.

This chap got the better of us.

If you agree, shall I try it my way?

- Hello! - Hello!

- Here you go, pal. Here's your Mr. Khanna.

I drew him exactly as

the hotel boy described.

Now it's up to you.

I've surely seen

this man somewhere.

- Where have you seen him?

- Wait a sec, let me think and I'll tell you.

Where have I seen him?

In a car? On a train?

- On a bus? - In court?

- No.

- At Rai Mohan's hotel?

- No.

- At the police station?

- No.

- In a picture house?

- A-ha! Remove 'house'. In a picture.

See, Ajay, this is the same man...

who, coincidentally, on the night

of the m*rder, met his maker.

The police are still searching

for his antecedents.

Neena, there is only one person who

will share your joys and sorrows.

And that's me.

If you keep secrets even from me,

I dread our future life together.

Why don't you tell me?

What's the matter?

- What's wrong with you?

- I don't understand anything!

What do I do?

Where do I go?

I'm beginning to hate myself...

you, everything!

- Get away from me!

- Are you mad?

No.

Today I'm not mad.

I was mad the day I was taken in

by your promise of marriage.

And became your mistress,

dancing in your hotel.

I was mad the day...

- I placed my innocent child in your murderous arms.

- Neena!

Why are you talking so irrationally?

Someone has definitely misled you.

Someone has definitely

misinformed you.

- Tell me who it was. Who was it?

- Nobody misled me!

- Tell me!

- No one at all!

Neena, Neena, darling, forgive me.

I'm as worried as you are.

Perhaps you don't know that

they telephoned me too.

They said they would return the child

if we confess the truth.

- Why don't you tell them then?

- How can I, Neena, how can I?

We'll be hanged and

Bani will inherit everything.

And our child? Helpless, our child

will die of starvation!

- Is this what you want?

- Why don't you inform the cops?

- Take their help?

- Police! Police! Police!

Stop talking about the police!

Don't you understand they will k*ll

the baby before the cops reach?

Then you won't find your baby's corpse,

let alone your baby.

If you still insist, then go ahead,

call the cops.

Your madness will k*ll the baby.

Operator, please get me

the direct line.

Take this. Here!

But remember, if the baby is harmed...

you'll be responsible.

Darling, trust me.

I'm trying my best.

Your child will be found.

Give me some time.

I repeat, think again.

This concerns the gutter.

There's no time for caution.

Do what you have to do.

Take this. Be careful.

- Hello, constable. - Got a match?

- Oh... here.

That's a good lighter.

Where did you steal it from?

I didn't steal it, constable.

Finders keepers.

Belongs to the gutter.

- Haven't finished work?

- That's long over.

Bu the supervisor hasn't brought

the truck, so I'm waiting for him.

- Why did you close this?

- If I hadn't, we'd both be locked up.

A cop came along. I got rid of him

with great difficulty.

- Alright, I'll make a move.

- Wait for a couple of minutes.

- I'll just come.

- Alright.

- Is your master in?

- No.

- Do you know when he'll return?

- No idea.

- How's the baby doing?

- Baby?

That baby your master brought

home a few days ago?

My master didn't bring

any baby here.

- What's your name?

- Shankar. - Hmm.

Listen, Shankar...

if there's a baby here,

this Rs.1000 can be yours.

- There's no child here.

- You're lying!

Help! Help!

Keep quiet! Get up!

We'll check his phone.

Very good! Am I the only

fool to bell the cat?

- Why don't you go? - How do I go inside?

- Through the door, obviously.

- What if someone sees me?

- Am I invisible that I'll go unnoticed?

- Moti? - Yes?

- You're Marina's friend, aren't you?

Yes, I am, but it's...

Er... use her as a means

to get in.

She's a means of getting safely

into the compound.

I'm not going

to enter the house.

- Then I'll go.

- Go ahead.

But, listen, what do I tell Bani

if something happens to you?

- No, let me go.

- Give that here. I'll go. - Moti?

- So you will go?

- What else?

And if I don't return,

assume I'm dead.

- Hello? lnspector Jagdish speaking.

- Inspector Jagdish...

Moti speaking. I'm going to take

Rai Mohan's statement.

- What statement?

- His confession.

- How?

- I've a trick up my sleeve.

In the meantime, be ready.

- We might catch Mrs. Rai Mohan's k*ller today.

- Wish you good luck.

Marina... hmm... she's angry.

Are you angry with your John,

darling? Darling...

I'm nobody's darling!

Hey, you're crying.

What's wrong?

As if you care.

How would you know what happened

here in just three days?

What happened?

My master's baby disappeared.

So what's the big deal?

I'll inform the cops right away.

No, John, no. The master has

forbidden us from telling anyone.

- Is that so?

- I might even lose my job.

John's sweetheart is worried

about an ayah's job? Silly.

But, tell me, who's in

the house now?

- No one at all.

- No one? Then, come on.

- Er, when will your master come?

- He always comes late.

Really? Then, come on.

- Listen, how long are you on duty?

- Until 8 o'clock.

If Ms. Neena gets a call or

goes out, inform me immediately.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm going straight home.

Hmph! Third class!

If the piano is removed, this will

look like my servant's room.

- Servant's room?

- Yes, because my house in Goa...

- is 10,000 times better than this.

- Really? - Of course!

- Where is the switchboard?

- Whatever for?

Switchboard? For this machine.

- What's the machine for?

- You.

For your voice. So I can

record it.

So we can send the recording

to the company for a job.

The job is for you.

And you...

- Really?

- Yes. Where is it?

Gently... gently...

Very good. Thank you!

My beloved, I lost myself

in your gaze

I lost my heart, my dear,

I lost my heart

I repressed a smile

and fell into your trap

It became difficult

to take my eyes away

I lost my heart, my dear,

I lost my heart

My beloved, I lost myself

in your gaze

You threw Cupid's dart while walking,

in such a way...

that I was left

wringing my hands

It's become very difficult

to save myself

I've lost my heart, my dear,

I've lost my heart

My beloved, I've lost myself

in your gaze

I haven't been able to sleep

since that day

when my eyes met your gaze

It is getting difficult to

spend the nights alone

I've lost my heart, my dear,

I've lost my heart

My beloved, I've lost myself

in your gaze

My master is back! Hide!

Hello? Oh... it's you, Neena.

You...

Go away from here.

Just a minute, darling.

No, darling. Not yet.

But I'm trying my best

to find the child.

- Why... why do you worry?

- I know how hard you're trying.

But I warn you, I want my child

or I'll call the police!

Are you out of your mind, Neena?

Our hands are tainted with blood.

We'll be hanged.

You worry about yourself. Let

the police handle the kidnappers.

What nonsense are you spouting, Neena?

I'm surprised you cannot understand.

Look, Neena, listen...

you delivered the baby in the

maternity home as Mrs. Rai Mohan.

You traveled with my wife

from Delhi to Bombay.

And you left your child

in that same compartment.

- Understood?

- I did all this at your bidding.

That's true. But there's no other witness

to this other than the two of us.

And Mr. Khanna?

I sent Mr. Khanna to the same place

I sent my wife.

Now if you go to the police...

then remember

we will be in trouble.

I'm ready to be hanged

for my child's sake.

- I'll definitely inform the police.

- Wait, Neena!

It would be a mistake for you

to go to the police.

But if you're so insistent...

then I'll report it myself.

Rest assured.

Now I'll rest only after

I bring back your child.

He's put the phone down.

You may leave.

John!

John's life is in complete disorder,

my love. Some other time.

Johnny!

What a strange man you are!

What if I'd suffered a heart attack!

- Got the job done?

- Our job is done...

but someone else

is going to be k*lled.

- What happened?

- He put the phone down...

and got a p*stol. I thought

Motilal's days were numbered.

But it was a blessing

that he didn't see me.

- Then?

- He went out, got into his car and drove off.

I'm still sweating.

Let's get out of here.

Hotel Majestic? Miss Neena, please.

Yes, yes, Neena.

Miss Neena, Ajay speaking.

Rai Mohan is coming to k*ll you!

Save yourself somehow.

I'm informing the police.

- What sort of a joke is this?

- Hurry, inspector.

Rai Mohan has gone to

Hotel Majestic to k*ll Neena.

- Who is Rai Mohan?

- Please step this side.

Our hands are tainted with blood.

He's the man who got Khanna to

k*ll his wife at Bombay Central...

and then, k*lled him too.

- But who are you?

- Ajay. Lawyer.

Headquarters? Rush to Hotel Majestic.

Throw away the p*stol

or you'll be shot. Beware!

If you take one step forward,

I'll sh**t her!

You've not followed me,

but your own death.

Our hands are tainted with blood.

We will both be hanged.

Why don't you understand?

You delivered the baby in the

maternity home as Mrs. Rai Mohan.

You traveled with my wife

from Delhi to Bombay.

Upon reaching here, you left your child

in that same compartment.

- Understood?

- I did all this at your bidding.

That's true. But there's no other witness

to this other than the two of us.

And Mr. Khanna?

I sent Mr. Khanna to the same place

I sent my wife.

If you still wish to report this

to the police, go ahead.

But remember,

we will be in trouble.

This evidence proves that

the accused, Bani, is innocent.

Therefore, this court acquits

the accused, Bani.

Congratulations, Mr. Ajay.

Excuse me. Best of luck.

Order. Order!

So, this proves that the

accused, Bani, is a k*ller.

And so skillful an assassin...

that, with one glance,

she destroyed Ajay, her lawyer.

Therefore, by section 302 of the

Indian Penal Code...

the accused, Bani, is sentenced to

life mprisonment in Ajay's private jail.

And the court of love is adjourned

for the honeymoon season.