His name is Vikram Sethi. Six feet tall. He's in a black car.
You guys overtake from the front.
Put barricades on those roads!
Sir, are you all right?
Is anyone here? Please help!
What happened?
Somebody call the ambulance.
Are you all right?
-Are you okay? -Be careful.
Get some water.
-That's Vikram Sethi. -Where?
-Over there. -Let's go.
Hey! Stop right there!
Hey! Writer! Stop right there!
Hey! Stop running!
Sorry.
Stop right there!
Stop! I said stop!
What are you doing?
Stop running!
Stop!
Stop! How far will you make me run?
Stop!
You'll regret this when I finally catch you!
Hey!
Stop.
Stop!
Wait...
-Did you find him? -No, we didn't find him.
Tawde, you go there. And I'll look here.
Call me if there's any message.
What the fuck...
Control room beat number 4.
Hello, sir.
What is the situation at Worli?
Everything is fine, sir.
Shinde, report to Haji Ali Road. There's a traffic jam.
Tambe, come in.
Vikram Sethi was last seen near Palm's Court Society.
-Over! -Tambe!
Tambe!
Tambe.
Let me in!
What's wrong with you?
-Were you sleeping? -No.
Mumbai's monsoon season is so unpredictable.
It starts pouring without a warning.
Let's go to Cuffe Parade.
Vikram Sethi and the rain. They're getting on my nerves.
And you're sleeping.
Sir, I don't see anyone.
Look. Hey!
-Sir. -Come here.
-Sir. -Where were you?
I went to the washroom, sir.
I have been there six times since morning.
I had milk over fish and rice.
-And since then... -Enough! Spare us the details.
Do you want to write it down?
Did someone come here wearing a gray coat?
-Around 6 feet tall. -That's impossible, sir.
Why? Can you see who goes in and out of the washroom?
Toofan is right here, sir.
-Is that Toofan? -He's dangerous, sir.
Last time, he bit two people right in the crotch.
How does a dog know where a man's crotch is?
You can check it yourself, sir.
-Tambe, take a look. -Sir.
-Hey, dog. -Sir, it's Toofan.
Toofan...
-Stay sharp. -Yes, sir.
Sir, what if that dog had bitten my crotch?
-Why are you laughing? -Crotch.
And I am yet to become a father. I need a son to carry my lineage forward.
-Tambe. -You have two.
-Tambe. -The elder one is called...
Don't move!
Tambe. Gawde.
This is RJ Anmol with you, at the moment.
It has been raining since morning.
This monsoon...
My advice is to stay at home. Don't step out in this weather.
Yes?
Babe. Where's my white shirt?
Oh, there it is.
Light.
Oh, God! This is really shocking.
The entire city of Mumbai is talking about this.
Famous novelist, Vikram Sethi, was taken into police custody.
Come on.
There are no CCTV cameras here.
They are all over the city, but do they even work?
You're right, sir.
Everything's under control.
You made tea at a crime scene?
Are you out of your mind?
Actually, sir...
It has been a long night, sir. They were tired.
So I told them to make some tea.
It will make us feel refreshed.
Fortunately, the crime scene occurred inside a house, not in a nightclub.
Otherwise, you would be throwing money.
No, sir. It's nothing like that.
Did you put ginger?
Yes, but there isn't any cardamom.
Hey, sir. Who killed you?
He isn't saying anything.
-You tell me. -Sir, it's a high-profile case.
This is Vikram Sethi, a famous novelist in the UK.
And he's in India for the launch of his new book.
He's facing double murder charges.
His wife, Katherine Sethi.
And this lawyer, Shekhar Sinha.
He hit his head on the table, which lead to his death.
Have a look at this, sir. There are blood stains here.
I've sent it to the forensic experts. Obviously, this is the cause of death.
Have you seen the wound on his head?
He didn't fall and hit the table.
He has been hit by a heavy object.
You can't even be a security guard, yet you call yourself a police officer!
-Send it to the lab. -Yes, sir.
-Send it to them. -All right.
-Chavan! -Yes?
-Send this to the lab for fingerprints. -Okay, sir.
It's empty, sir.
And the one outside?
-Tambe, I told you to check outside. -No, sir.
-Yes, sir. -Then why didn't you check it?
-Sorry. -Go check it now.
What are these? They are burned.
Sir.
Okay.
Okay, bye.
-Hello, sir. Good morning. -Sir.
What's the progress on Vikram Sethi's case?
We're still at initial stages, sir.
You know the department's speed.
We would take a week just to get started.
We can't find a missing dog in three days, let alone solve a double murder case.
And you have three days only because it's a long weekend.
We should either charge him, or we'll have to let him go.
Look, he's a British citizen. Plus, he's well-connected.
-And there's a lot of political pressure. -Then why don't we let him go, sir?
Acquit him.
They would usually commit a crime and run away. This one is insignificant.
Look, we have to do it.
And you know you can do it.
You have three days.
Excuse me.
Yes, sir.
How are we going to do it in three days?
Go and ask him.
It happens...
when you're on the run.
Vikram Sethi.
You're a writer, right?
You don't look like one.
I mean, I always thought that a writer...
would wear a homespun shirt and a sling bag.
And they wear slippers.
But look at you.
I'm Dev.
Why did you kill your wife at home? That's stupid.
You should have taken her to a hill station.
While she's busy admiring the view, you could have pushed her off the cliff.
She would have fallen to death and you could have come home happily.
No one would have suspected you.
What?
Right.
You're trying to pretend that you're shocked...
Where is Katherine?
Come on, let's eat and talk.
But skip the "I am innocent, I haven't done anything" part.
Okay?
Last night was my book's launch party at the Hyatt.
I was there at 7:30 p.m.
Kat...
Katherine was resting at home.
Since the journey was too long...
The publishing company that published your book.
-Wasn't Katherine the CEO? -Yes.
So she flew all the way from London to India for the book launch.
But she didn't attend the launch party.
How tired was she?
She has a minor heart problem since childhood.
I mean "she used to have it."
She had exerted herself in the last couple of days, so...
I only asked her to get some rest.
That's why I came back early.
Katherine.
Kath...
Don't ruin your breakfast.
Okay, then you called the police.
The Police wanted to take you to the station for further questioning
and that's when you ran.
Why did you run?
Do you know how they behaved?
I got scared.
Hey!
Come with us.
-Me? -Well, we can't take her now. Can we?
So you'll have to come with us instead.
I'm the one who called.
Yes, but that doesn't mean you didn't kill her.
Are you suspecting me?
We haven't cracked the case. Anyone could be a suspect.
-Come on. -Let's go.
-I want to speak to my lawyer. -You have to talk to us first. Let's go.
Sir, they are innocent until proven guilty.
-Let's go. -Hurry up.
Look, 95% of the cases, it's always the husband who kills the wife.
Sometimes, it's because he argued with another woman,
or he didn't get enough dowry.
In fact, sometimes, it's because he didn't like her cooking.
Nobody says a word in the beginning.
But once we reach the station...
-And that's where we're going now, right? -Yes. Come on.
What?
The toilet.
Yes, of course.
Everyone is scared shitless to see the police.
Tambe.
Instead of looking for the real criminal, they were framing me.
What else could I do?
-Send the body for an autopsy. -Okay, sir.
-What's taking him so long? -I guess he's taking a dump.
Go.
Let's go, sir. We have to go now.
We won't bother you. Come on!
Kadam.
Kadam, he escaped.
Running away was a big mistake.
You see, the police are like bears.
If you had just stayed still,
we would have sniffed and left you alone.
Let's assume that you ran away because you were scared.
But why did you kill Shekhar?
I didn't kill Shekhar.
I didn't even know him.
I was driving very fast.
I was injured.
Can you please help me? I had an accident. I really need your help.
-I'm sorry. Please go elsewhere. -No, wait, ma'am.
I lost my phone in the accident.
Wait right here, I'll go and get the phone.
Recent news about Divya Singh...
The students took the exam...
Our reporter, Lalitha, is present at the scene.
Lalitha, have the results been declared?
Yes, Meenakshi, the results have been declared.
And it has also been uploaded to the website.
And there's a concept of marking sheet as well...
Call whoever you want. Hurry up. My husband will be back home any minute.
India TV Aapki Awaaz.
The wife of Vikram Sethi has been murdered.
Vikram Sethi is the writer of the famous novel,
Shadow Beneath the Tree.
And he is the prime suspect.
Right now, the police is looking for Vikram Sethi.
The police are on patrol all over the city.
-Just leave. -No, just listen...
-Listen... -I don't want to listen.
-Get out of my house. -I was the one who informed the police.
-Give it back. -Listen...
-Give it back. -The police are trying to frame me.
-Listen to me. -Get out.
-Please. Believe me, I didn't kill anyone. -I said get out.
Listen to me for a second...
Please don't open the door.
Go and stand there quietly.
Don't you want my help?
Go and stand there.
-Yes? -I tried the key, but it didn't work!
Why did you lock it from inside?
-Come back tomorrow. -No. It will only take five minutes.
-No, it's fine. -But I haven't done the dishes.
Just come back tomorrow.
-Who's there? -No one.
-Where is he? -He's not at home.
-Please leave. -Why are you behaving like this?
What happened?
You were standing behind the partition
and she was near the door, right?
Then why didn't she run?
To be honest, it didn't cross my mind.
I thought that maybe, she really wanted to help me.
But ever since I entered that house, I felt something was wrong.
-Like... -The coffee table was broken.
There were shards of glass. Maya had a bruise on her neck.
And she had locked the bedroom door from the outside.
She was definitely hiding something.
Maybe she murdered her husband...
then hid the corpse in the bedroom.
And coincidentally,
after killing your wife, you entered a house.
You met a woman who had murdered her husband.
Unbelievable.
-Sir. Last night, when I... -Sir.
Hold on.
You're a writer, aren't you?
You write well.
I can explain, sir.
Have you read any of his books?
Sir, he's just a fan of Chetan Bhagat.
And he doesn't like anyone else.
-Who arrested Vikram at Katherine's place? -Officer Kadam.
-Is he here? -Yes, sir. Just a second.
Take this one.
-Kadam. -Sir.
Sir.
-Kadam. -Yes, sir.
-Did you arrest Sethi? -Yes, sir.
Both times. Before he escaped and even later.
Why did he run?
Sir, Tambe scared him out of his wits.
He said in 95 percent of such cases, the husband is usually the murderer.
We'll hit him in the lockup. Sir.
Someone had pressed charges against him.
-Against who? -Vikram.
A girl who committed suicide in Aram Nagar.
Vikram wrote a novel based on her story.
Her dad pressed charges against him.
-Thank you, Kadam. -Okay, sir.
Sir.
-Sir, I asked Maya to sit here and... -Are there other charges against Vikram?
Yes, sir, actually...
A girl had committed suicide and her dad pressed charges against Vikram.
And when were you going to tell me?
Actually, it slipped my mind.
-We have a lot of things to do and... -If this happens again,
you'll be off this case.
She didn't open the door, how could I see anything?
-Fine, stop whining. -You're just wasting my time.
She hasn't paid my dues either.
-Contact her dad. -Yes, sir.
Maya.
-Hi, I'm Dev. -Hi.
Please, take a seat.
I'm so sorry that I had to call you in a situation like this.
Would you like something to eat? A cup of tea?
Can I just see Shekhar?
Not before the autopsy is done.
Did you press charges against Vikram?
Ma'am, this isn't a piece of cake.
You can't just piece the story together. It's a murder case.
To be honest, I don't even know the whole story.
I'll tell you whatever you need to know.
But he should be punished for his crime.
Why do you think Vikram killed Shekhar?
I don't see a motive here.
Someone who can kill his wife...
won't hesitate to kill a stranger.
And Shekhar...
Shekhar was only trying to save me.
But that cannot be considered as a motive.
So are you sure Vikram and Shekhar didn't know each other?
No. They didn't know each other.
So what happened last night?
Shekhar often returned late from work.
I was alone at home.
Don't scream.
Is there anyone else here?
-Who are you? -Is there anyone else here?
My husband, he's in the bedroom.
-Where's your husband? -Get out!
Go away!
Come on.
-Yes? -I tried the key, but didn't work!
Why did you lock it from inside?
-Come back tomorrow. -No. It will only take five minutes.
No, it's fine.
Why are you behaving like this? Open the door.
Who's there?
No one. He's not at home.
-Please leave. -Why are you behaving like this?
India TV Aapki Awaaz.
Stay here.
The wife of Vikram Sethi, writer of the famous novel, Shadow Beneath the Tree,
has been murdered.
And Vikram Sethi is the prime suspect.
You killed your wife.
Right now, the police is looking for Vikram Sethi.
The police are on patrol all over the city.
If anyone sees this man,
contact the police at 982001234.
Hey, stop.
-Can I have some water? -Yes, sure.
-Hey. -Yes, sir?
-Could you get some water? -Don't try to shut me up.
My daughter is dead.
I'm tired of coming here every day.
Why don't you guys believe me?
Why do you keep asking the same question?
How many times have I told you? That man killed my daughter.
-Why can't you ask him? -What's going on?
Sir, he's the father of the girl who had committed suicide.
Hello.
Here.
Sir.
I know you're upset with us.
But we just want to help you.
You're not helping me.
You're just asking for my help.
You wouldn't care if this case doesn't have anything to do with you.
But now, since it has become your problem, you have to be concerned about it.
I won't behave the way you did.
Ask whatever you like.
Why did your daughter commit suicide?
It wasn't a suicide.
She was murdered.
Vikram Sethi killed her.
Everything that happened to Sandhya,
Vikram coaxed her into letting him write a book about it.
He said that
her story can help other rape victims cope after the traumatic event.
And he promised
that her name would remain anonymous.
The victim's identity has been leaked on social media.
Who has tarnished the reputation of an innocent girl?
The police haven't revealed any hard evidence on this case.
According to the Indian Penal Code...
-The news spread throughout the city. -Exposing someone's identity is a crime.
Friends and family were embarrassed.
The rest of them took pity on her.
Ma'am.
They only wanted to know one thing.
We heard that there were five guys.
It was terrible.
And it's all Vikram's fault. That prick.
He talked her into it.
We never thought he could stoop so low.
It was people's sympathies
that killed my daughter.
Sir.
Both Maya and Vikram's stories are believable.
We just have to find out. Who is telling the truth?
I think there are three sides to this story.
There are Vikram and Maya's version of the story. And there's the truth.
-And we have to find the truth. -But how can we find it in two days, sir?
-Oh, are you handling this case? -Yes.
He can't be the murderer.
If looks could kill.
You always assume
that everyone is a criminal.
But I think Maya is innocent.
According to her, Vikram is innocent. And according to you, Maya is innocent.
So did Shekhar hit himself with the candle holder?
This is RJ Anmol
and it's still pouring in Mumbai, but...
Sir, please tell us.
Sir, one question, please.
Stop pacing around. Sit down.
Wait a minute. Come here.
I said, come here. Do you need an invitation?
Come here.
Hold this. Hold it.
I have to keep repeating myself.
Now hold this. Give me that.
Wait.
Let me do this. Why are you poking around?
Come on.
There.
What the...
There. Did you see that?
Sit down.
Sir.
So Mr. Writer,
-according to your story... -It's not a story, sir.
Yes. Whatever it is...
What happened next?
After Maya's maid left, I told her about my situation.
It was the accident.
Take off your jacket.
Take off your jacket and sit down.
Show me.
Do you think I should surrender?
Do you really think the police will help you?
They're just interested in cracking the case.
If they can't find the culprit, they will consider you as the suspect.
Or if you're lucky, they will find someone else.
My husband is a lawyer.
I know how it works.
In fact, my husband will be back any minute.
Since you've waited this long, you should stay a little longer.
Thank you.
-But the news... -Don't stress yourself out.
Would you like something to drink?
Come on, where else will you find such a good hostage?
Hello, Maya.
Hello, sir.
Come on.
You enjoy a criminal's company.
What about the police?
What do you mean?
Maya.
We found two glasses in your house.
We found fingerprints. Yours and Vikram's.
-You definitely didn't drink fruit juice. -Wait.
I didn't have a drink with Vikram willingly.
Is there a locker?
Do you want money?
-If you want money, I can... -Stay there!
Is there a locker?
Can I drink some water?
It's right there.
Sure.
Do you want something?
Do you have a bandage?
In the washroom.
I have to use the washroom.
Go ahead.
-Like this? -Then don't...
Okay, but can you please turn around?
Sure.
-How much longer? -Just a minute.
Hurry up.
I didn't have any reason to be aggressive.
If she was being so friendly, then why didn't you cooperate?
You look like a womanizer.
Never know what you would've done if you were me.
But all I could think about was Katherine.
Everything was fine until yesterday.
Why?
And I'm on the run.
I just...
Drink it. It's the best way to drown your sorrows.
People say that all men are the same.
I wish Shekhar was more like you.
What happened to that table?
I dropped a vase on it.
That's Shekhar's wallet. He must have forgotten it.
There was something weird about it.
It does sound strange.
You were on the run after murdering your wife
and Shekhar's wife was coming on to you.
It's strange.
Did you use a condom?
No?
It's better if you didn't
because it will prove the accuracy of your story.
I said the table was broken,
-his wallet was there... -Hey.
Keep it down.
Otherwise, we'll make you do it.
Sit.
You...
You guys just don't get it.
I'm telling you, Shekhar's body was already there in the room.
You saw Shekhar coming home, right?
Yes, sir. He came home at around 7:30 p.m.
-And you didn't see him leave? -No, sir.
Because my shift ends at eight o'clock.
He wouldn't leave as long as I was on duty.
Sir. Shekhar's autopsy report.
What is this? What have you done?
You should have wiped your shoes first.
And you?
Sir, I was sick that day. I had indigestion.
When I was in the bathroom, I didn't know.
But when I wasn't, he didn't either.
What?
I mean... I...
I didn't see him leaving, sir.
Shekhar returned at around twelve o'clock.
If he hadn't come home,
he would have killed me.
-Shekhar! -What are you doing? Let Maya go.
Close the door.
What do you want?
-Please, talk to me. -You...
Leave.
Shekhar.
-Let me go. -Let her go.
By the time I returned,
he had already killed Shekhar.
Did Shekhar always come home this late?
No.
Only when he's busy.
Then he must have been really busy that day.
Tell me, is the mom of your security guard dead or alive?
-I'm sorry. -You see,
your security guard swore on his mom's life
and said that Shekhar came home at 7:30 p.m.
And you won't lie to us.
Right, he did come home at 7:30 p.m.,
but only for a few minutes.
He went out and he finally returned home at midnight.
I guess he forgot to give you a kiss in the morning.
Do you think I'm stupid?
I am telling you, sir. Shekhar did come home at 7:30 p.m.
and Vikram came only after he left.
And everything that happened after that, the important details, I...
Now, tell me everything that happened...
after you woke up.
-Sir. -What time did you wake up?
Seven. I woke up at seven o'clock.
-Then I had breakfast... -You didn't brush?
Brush and floss. Cleaning your teeth...
-Didn't you brush your teeth? -After we freshened up...
Why did Shekhar come home at 7:30 p.m.?
I don't know. He came back for some papers.
According to the autopsy reports,
Shekhar died between eight and twelve o'clock.
Are you saying that I killed my husband?
The security guard saw Shekhar coming home at 7:30 p.m.
But no one saw him leaving after that.
Sir, I've been trying to tell you that I didn't kill Shekhar...
You have been saying a lot of things.
-But none of it is true. -I'm not lying.
Why would I kill my husband?
I didn't kill my husband!
I loved him.
Sir, do you want some almonds?
-No. -No?
Please close the door.
Sir, eating soaked almonds in the morning improves your memory.
You won't forget anything.
And who reminds you to eat these?
Please close the door.
Why don't you just come and show me how to shut it?
Did you find out any other information on Vikram?
Yes, sir.
His first book was a huge success.
In fact, he received awards.
But his second book had flopped.
So he wanted to make sure that his third book was successful.
Sir, his...
What are you building?
Sir, his third book would have flopped too.
But then he leaked Sandhya's name.
It had generated a lot of buzz.
-And the book was an instant best seller. -I see.
-Where's the house? -Right.
Mrs. Kawatkar.
We're from Colaba police station.
Oh, yes, come on in.
We have been waiting for you.
-Where's the camera? -Camera?
-Uncle, I want to be on TV too. -Wait.
You came for the interview without a camera?
We're not here for an interview. We just want some information.
Oh.
So you told us that you have information on Katherine Sethi's murder.
Yes. It was our tenth wedding anniversary
and he took me to JW Marriot hotel to celebrate.
We booked it on MMT.
It was so romantic.
He's like that, you know? Completely different.
-Then what? -What?
I wore a blouse with a plunging neckline.
You should have seen his face. It turned red.
Then he took out his new 12-megapixel camera phone,
to take my picture.
He was trying to record a video.
Instead, he recorded the fight.
-What's wrong? -Come here.
Look.
Zoom in.
But I would like to ask you a favor.
Can I get your autograph?
We had a little argument this morning.
You see, I have to get your autograph for her.
At least I won't have to sleep on the couch tonight.
You know how it is.
Married life.
I'm sure you and Katherine must have had a few fights before this.
I heard that your books and looks are quite popular among women.
Didn't Katherine feel jealous?
Oh, come on.
You're such a famous writer,
always surrounded by women.
You never had the hots for anyone?
I don't know what you're trying to do.
-You can ask anyone. -We did.
-Your neighbor. -My neighbor? What did she say?
See it for yourself.
Look, this is not what you think it is.
All I'm saying is that,
you both had an argument and two days later, Katherine was found dead.
Yes, we had an argument.
But, you don't know the reason behind it.
Katherine published this book at her own risk.
It was very important for this book to succeed.
She was doing all this for us.
But Sandhya's name shouldn't have leaked out.
Okay.
And I didn't want the book to launch after what happened.
But Katherine didn't want to cancel the book launch.
Please don't drag her name into this.
She was under tremendous pressure so she couldn't understand.
-Vilas, where's Dev? -I don't know, sir.
Hey.
-Where's Dev? -I don't know.
Go back to sleep.
-Sir. -What? I'm busy.
But Katherine Sethi's autopsy report has arrived.
And in Shekhar's report, the cause of death is blunt force trauma.
I already told you that.
Sir, we found fingerprints on the candle holder.
It's a common household object. You'll find many fingerprints on it.
Is there any toilet paper out there?
It's here.
-Ready? -Yes.
-Ready? -Just throw it, you idiot!
Did you catch it?
Sir, Shekhar Sinha was six feet tall.
Looking at the injury, we can assume that the culprit was at least 6 feet tall.
But it could also be that the assailant was short
and he attacked him when he was sitting down.
Please, sir.
See, there's a huge difference between these two types of injuries.
Shekhar was attacked when he was standing.
And the assailant is at least six feet tall.
Come, you've been summoned. It's time to go.
Where's Dev?
Dev? Who's that?
Amdev or Kamdev?
Get up. Hey, take him to the lockup.
-Come on. -I want to talk to Dev.
Yes. Get up.
According to the forensics report,
Shekhar Sinha was killed by someone who was six feet tall.
Vikram Sethi is six feet, six inches tall.
And his fingerprints were found on the murder weapon.
-I want to talk to Dev. -Fine, get up.
Stop speaking English. Or else I will explain in Marathi.
I want to talk to Dev.
-What about Katherine Sethi's murder? -We need some more time for that.
Her forensics report stated that she died of a heart attack.
We have obtained her medical records from her doctor in London.
-Listen to me. -Yes, we'll listen to you.
-What's going on here? -There was someone else.
-I said, take him away. -Listen to me.
Stop. Catch him.
Come.
Excuse me, sir.
Sir, will you please look this way? Thank you.
Sir!
Dev!
Don't let him get away!
Hey, Mr. Writer, stop! I'll hit you!
Wait!
Stop him!
Catch him.
Stop.
-I need to see Dev. -Be quiet.
-Let me speak with Dev. -Be quiet!
Take him upstairs, lock him up.
-He's lost his mind. -Hello.
-What's going on? -Nothing, sir.
-Go upstairs. -It's all right.
Everything's under control.
-What about the photos? -Photos?
What photos?
-The ones that we found at Maya's place. -Oh, right.
We got them from a detective in Andheri. It has settled. He's coming tomorrow.
Okay.
Hey, writer, take this.
Naik, when he pushed you down, did you get hurt?
No, sir.
When you fell down, I picked up my stick.
Then I thrashed him.
You know how it is.
Yes, sir, I saw that.
So you are the detective.
Where are your hat, goggles, and coat?
-That's only in the movies, sir. -I see.
So how do you peek inside people's bedrooms?
Sometimes, I would peek from a tree, or the building next door.
But how do you know
when the action is going to start?
We don't. Sometimes, we have to wait all day.
I see. So you must be watching steamy scenes every day.
Minus the sound.
-What a great job. -What's so great about it?
We have to make a living.
Someone else is doing all the work. You're just...
Now take Shekhar for instance, he's already dead.
So who's going to pay you?
I have heard that the police pays for information.
That only happens in the movies too.
Sir. He is the detective.
-Who is it, Ramesh? -It's Suresh, not Ramesh.
Come on. Put the beer down.
-You can't just barge in here. -Let's go.
Leave it. He wants to see you.
Look, I'm a lawyer, I know my rights.
-Get out. -Listen.
-What? -Sir.
-He doesn't get it. -Hold on.
-Bring him in. -Explain him in our language.
-Put the phone down. -Don't touch me.
I'm coming.
Come on.
-Come on, Tambe. -Sir, one minute.
Dev, we will be in trouble if the media find these photos.
Do whatever it takes, but you must solve the case in one day.
Are you in charge?
What is going on?
Forcibly dragging someone out of their house!
Is this how you're going to interrogate me?
It's Sunday. You don't even have a warrant.
Okay. Let's begin. What do you want?
You had to drop Maya at the station the other day, right?
Yes, sir. She's a friend of mine.
Friends are supposed to help each other.
I'm sure you have friends as well.
What kind of friendship is this?
One with benefits it seems.
I'm sure there's a story behind these photos as well.
Shekhar was overly ambitious.
He never had time for me.
Maybe that's why we started growing apart.
That doesn't mean that we killed him.
Shekhar and I were very good friends.
Chirag used to spend time with me.
He used to talk to me. He understood me.
I don't know how this happened.
But it didn't feel wrong.
Maybe we should have never done it.
That's the truth.
Everyone could be a writer.
Both your stories sound exactly the same.
On the day of Shekhar's murder,
did you both meet?
No, sir.
I was in the office all day and then I went straight home in the evening.
So...
that means someone is trying to frame you.
Because your blood was found at the crime scene.
Now, you should make a phone call.
Okay.
Yes, that day, I...
Maya.
What if Shekhar walks in on us?
Shekhar rarely comes back at this hour.
I have a feeling that he knows about us.
Shekhar will never know. What's wrong with you?
Maya, we need to talk.
Okay.
Okay!
Shit!
-What were you saying, Chirag? -What?
Shekhar has been working late these days.
Shekhar, we were just talking about you. You're home early today.
Chirag, do you want anything?
Nothing, I think I should leave. I was just telling her, I'm running late.
Where are you going? Sit down!
What are you doing, Shekhar?
What's wrong with you?
What is this?
Shekhar, this...
Shekhar, let me explain. Listen to me.
Explain?
-Is there something that I should know? -Try to understand, Shekhar.
-What? -There's nothing between us.
-Did he come here to break up with you? -It happened a long time ago.
-It was a mistake, try to understand... -Understand what?
-Tell me, I'm listening. -Listen.
-Shekhar, just calm down. -Calm down.
-Tell me. -I will.
-Talk to me, look at me. -What?
Shekhar.
Chirag! Are you okay?
You're bleeding. Get up.
After that, I thought, it would be better if I leave.
And I left.
What happened next?
I tried calling Maya, just to check if everything's okay.
But her phone was switched off.
So I went over to Maya's place.
Maya, I've been trying to reach you. Why aren't you answering the phone?
Chirag, I think you should leave.
-Are you okay? -Yes, I'm fine. Please leave.
-Wait. Where's Shekhar? -Chirag, just...
Maya, just listen...
What should I tell Chirag?
Vikram was standing right behind the door.
You must assume that I'm wrong.
Yes, I know I made a mistake.
I had an affair.
Right before he died, I broke his heart. And that hurts me the most.
I loved him.
Katherine was a wonderful person, sir.
I owe her everything.
Someone who can kill his wife
won't hesitate to kill a stranger.
-I didn't kill Shekhar. -I didn't kill Shekhar.
I didn't even know him. She's definitely hiding something.
What happened?
I can't fight it anymore.
Not against you...
nor your questions.
Or the fact
that Katherine is dead now.
I always thought that you really wanted to know my side of the story.
But you just want to frame me.
It's because you have no interest in knowing the truth.
Tell me your side of the story.
I'm all ears.
That's Shekhar's wallet. He must have forgotten it.
Where are you going?
Shekhar will be here any minute. Listen.
See? Shekhar's here.
Sir, that wasn't Shekhar.
But Maya introduced him to me as Shekhar.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
I told Gautam, sir, but no one was listening to me.
How did he look like?
He was about my height, fair-skinned and average-looking.
He was also wearing glasses.
Was it this man?
Yes, sir.
Shekhar. Play along.
Come in.
Shekhar, this is Vikram. Actually, he needed your help.
-Oh. Hi, I'm Shekhar. -Hi.
Like I said before, Shekhar is a lawyer.
Now, sit back. Let me explain everything to him.
Please, come.
Vikram.
Hurry up.
Maya, the police are downstairs. Go get them.
Stay there!
Tambe. Gawde.
Sir, sometimes, I think I should have worked in a bank.
After 5:00 p.m., even if there's an earthquake or a storm, nobody cares.
And every holiday is a bank holiday.
And look at us.
We also have to work on Sundays.
What's taking you so long?
Look, there are two possibilities.
Who's going to let me work in a bank now?
Get back on track!
Have you lost your mind?
If Chirag killed Shekhar...
Shekhar!
Chirag! Get up.
Shekhar, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?
Shekhar, let him go, please.
And if Vikram killed Shekhar...
Let me go.
Sir, we know for sure that Shekhar came home at 7:30 p.m. that night.
Yes, sir. I saw him. He returned at around 7:30 p.m.
He did come home at around 7:30 p.m., but only for a few minutes.
I didn't see Mr. Sinha leave.
But no one knows whether he left after that or not.
It's quite simple, Gautam.
If Shekhar didn't leave, then Maya and Chirag would have killed him.
And if he did leave, then Vikram would have killed him.
But how can we be sure?
What is this? What have you done?
You should have wiped your shoes first.
-Ma'am, case 1147. -One moment, please.
Shekhar Sinha, murder case.
-Did anyone tamper with the evidence? -No, sir.
What's wrong, sir?
The night of the murder. What time did it start raining?
-Raining... -Around 11:00 p.m., sir.
I had gone to see a movie. It started raining when it was over.
But what does it have anything to do with the murder?
If Maya is telling the truth
and Shekhar arrived sometime after twelve o'clock,
then there should have been mud on his shoes.
It was love.
Because of Laila Majnu's plan, our Romeo was going to get framed.
Maya and Chirag killed Shekhar before Vikram got there.
I didn't kill Shekhar.
Coincidently, the house Vikram chose to save himself...
-was going to get him entrapped. -Please, can I make a phone call?
And Vikram Sethi is suspected to have killed her.
As soon as Maya found out...
I wish Shekhar was more like you.
that the police are looking for Vikram in connection to Katherine's murder,
Play along.
she cunningly pinned
Shekhar's murder on him as well.
Maya, the police are downstairs. Go get them.
It was a good plan.
But it failed.
Too bad.
It was Chirag and Maya.
And Katherine...
Your paperwork is being processed.
This will all be over soon.
No, Dev.
I killed her.
I shouldn't have left her alone that night.
I should I have been there for her.
I shouldn't have left her alone.
You know, my younger brother, Aman...
loved to ride bikes.
I would teach him how to ride a bike without telling our dad.
Then one day,
I let him ride alone.
He got into an accident and I lost him.
I kept blaming myself for years.
I wish I had listened to my dad.
I wish I had never taught him.
But you know what, Vikram?
Blaming yourself would only make it worse.
It won't make it better.
Remember the good memories.
Just forget about the time when you lost her.
Yes.
And these are all your belongings.
What about Katherine's stuff?
That will take a couple of days.
No. Don't worry. It will be done today.
Thanks, Dev.
Thank you.
Dev.
-Come, Dev. Dinner's ready. -Just a minute.
Looks like someone has become a fan of Vikram.
Honestly, I just don't understand how you guys read this stuff.
I've been stuck on one page for the last 30 minutes.
You're just too slow.
It took you three days to release my Vikram.
Your Vikram?
Come for dinner.
Do you remember when we went to see Gupt?
And right after we bought the ticket, you told me who the killer was.
I'm not going to tell you that
the hero of this book dies of a drug overdose.
Arpit.
-Yes, sir? -In Katherine Sethi's autopsy,
did we check for an overdose?
No, sir. There was no reason for it.
-She died of a heart attack. -I know.
Natural causes.
-She took some medication, right? -For a genetic heart disorder.
She had been taking this pill since childhood.
One pill a day.
Maybe she overdosed on these pills. That might be the cause of death.
That's not possible, sir.
I have checked. Look.
The date of purchase is mentioned in the bill.
I counted the number of pills.
And Katherine took only one pill a day as prescribed.
What's wrong, sir?
I was reading Vikram Sethi's book.
It doesn't matter.
Sir, this pill contains almost 3 times the normal dose.
She has a minor heart problem since childhood.
She had exerted herself in the last couple of days.
I told her to get some rest.
Katherine was a wonderful person, sir.
I owe her everything.
Gautam, listen to me carefully.
Vikram is on a Jet Airways flight tonight to London.
Do whatever you have to do. Stop that flight, Gautam.
Do you hear me? Stop the fucking flight.
What happened, Gautam? Are they ready to stop the flight?
Why?
Is someone trying to escape?
-I know you killed her, Vikram. -But I already told you that. Remember?
"No, Dev. I killed her."
I was really emotional and so were you.
And in this emotional moment, you told me about your brother, Aman.
I felt a real connection.
I want to tell you how my wife died.
You killed her because she was going to cancel your book release.
It wasn't just that, Dev. She was trying to threaten me.
I just leaked a name.
She was going to get me arrested.
-I could go to jail. -Yes.
Now, what would you do if your wife threatens you like that?
Yes, exactly. That's what I did.
I was forced to kill her.
Do you know how much it hurts me?
I was almost in tears,
but then Katherine got a message on her phone.
I realized that Shekhar and Katherine were planning this all along.
My lovely wife and that over-enthusiastic lawyer...
were going to file a case against me.
They had to be stopped.
In fact, for a moment I thought, I will never be able to leave.
So where was I?
Next, I arrived at Shekhar's house.
Maya must have explained it to you.
Someone who can kill his wife won't hesitate to kill a stranger.
Shekhar returned at around 12:00 a.m.
-Poor girl was telling the truth. -I didn't kill Shekhar.
I couldn't find Shekhar,
but when I was looking for the papers,
I found something else.
And you knew Maya would try to hide her affair.
You're not that stupid, just a little slow.
I think it's the sign of old age.
Mumbai Police. What's the status of your London flight?
-The flight is about to leave the gate. -Which gate?
Gate 51.
After that, I killed Shekhar.
And then I made up a story.
But ever since I entered that house, I felt something was wrong.
I didn't have any reason to be aggressive.
Someone else was also there that night.
Yes, sir.
My greatest ever, I think.
But every story needs a twist.
The night of the murder. What time did it start raining?
Around 11:00 p.m., sir.
Then there should have been mud on his shoes.
I'm closer than you think, Vikram.
Seat number 1A.
Come and get me.
But the UK Government won't let you touch me without solid evidence.
Thanks to you, I got rid of the biggest piece of evidence.
You know what, Dev?
Blaming yourself would only make it worse.
It won't make it better.
And if you want to remember something,
just remember the good memories.
Forget about the time when we were apart.
This is your captain speaking.
The ground staff has just informed us about a slight hold up.
I think it shouldn't be long before we get on our way...
Sir, the gate is closed.
The flight is on the runway and taxing for takeoff.
Some people would use the truth to gain advantage.
But some people would lie.
But I use coincidence. ie.