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church a little away from Worli Naka.

You heard a girl scream. You saw some

goons taking a girl forcibly. . .

from near the old buildings

near the railway tracks.

You shouted and tried to stop them.

But a train was passing by,

so your shouts could not be heard.

The goons put the girl

in a jeep and left.

Am I right?

Is everything what I said right?

The girl screamed, you shouted, a

train passed by, your voice got muffled.

The guys put the girl

in the ambulance and left?

Want any change in this statement?

Want any change?

- NO, everything happened like that.

Think and tell. Was it an

ambulance in which the girl was put?

Yes.

But you just said

it was a police jeep.

It will be better if you repeat

the whole incident before the court.

I was passing through

Worli Naka at night.

Give details.

What was the time? Go back and think.

Where were you coming from?

I got off the last local

train at Chembur.

I passed the Naka to take a bus.

You were passing through Worli Naka.

So you must not have got off. . .

at Chembur station,

but at Mahalaxmi station.

Yes, Mahalaxmi.

Last train, means you got off at

about 12-12:
30 at Mahalaxmi station.

You reached Worli Naka at 1 pm.

Which means this incident happened. . .

around 1 pm.

Yes.

- But you have been saying. . .

the incident occurred

between 1 1-1 1:
30 pm.

And if you were at Mahalaxmi station

at 1 1-1 1:
30. . .

then that train

was not the last train.

I remember I got off at

Chembur station at 12: 27.

No, I got of at Mahalaxmi.

The question remains, on which train

you got off at what time and where.

Anyway, at Worli Naka, where you

saw this whole incident happen. . .

was there any building behind it?

- Yes, I was standing near a temple.

It was not a temple, but a church.

You have made that statement.

You sometimes get off at Mahalaxmi,

and sometimes at Chembur.

At the time of incident, you are

sometimes standing near a church. . .

and sometimes near a temple.

The vehicle in which

the girl was put. . .

is sometimes a police jeep,

and sometimes, an ambulance.

You are taking so long in explaining

the incident to the court.

When will the court know the exact

details of the incident that you saw.

Changing your statement every time

makes it clear. . .

you are out to hide

some mistake, some lie.

I am not a liar! Everything

I have spoken is the truth.

The vehicle I saw on 13th October

in which Nagesh and his men. . .

kidnapped the girl was a police jeep.

The incident happened at 1 1:30.

There was a church

where this happened.

But last night at 1 pm at

Chembur Naka. . .

Nagesh picked a girl and

put her in an ambulance.

There was a temple from

where I saw this incident.

The two incidents are separate.

Do you understand that, Mr. Advocate?

You mean you saw this

incident happen again last night?

Yes!

Nagesh picked up a girl again

last night at Chembur Naka?

Yes!

I don't want to touch

this statement of Master.

Nagesh is in the crime branch

lock-up under tight security. . .

was seen by Master last night

at Chembur Naka.

My Lord, to understand Master's

mental state. . .

I want to come to the

report kept on your table.

The report clearly states that he

is suffering from mental illness.

What do you mean?

- Just a minute!

You will be given a chance to speak.

So please wait.

My Lord, in such cases, the mental

condition of patients becomes such. . .

that they begin to hallucinate.

For example, a crowd is

watching a street show. . .

but he feels

someone is being beaten.

If they see someone running

to catch a train or bus. . .

they feel someone

is trying to kill him.

Such a man can imagine a rope

to be a snake and scream.

He can imagine

a pen to be a revolver.

And think the telephone ring

to be lightening. . .

and shut all the

doors and windows of the house.

For him, the identity

of everything changes.

Such a man fears everything.

Rope, snake, telephone, lightening,

everything is different.

Master, tell me

what is in your pocket?

I have understood your game.

I have understood that

you want to prove in court. . .

that Sachdanand Chaudhary,

who is standing here is a mad man.

But I want to tell

you that I am not mad.

I have said what I saw,

and I never lied in my life.

Want to know what is in my pocket?

I can even tell you

what's in your pocket.

I have this pen in my pocket

with which you write.

I know there is a clock on that

wall and it's 4:
38 right now.

I know that machine is a type writer.

I know you speak into a phone

and write with a pen.

I know that woman there is

my wife, and her name is Gayatri.

The man sitting with her is my

son's to-be father-in-law.

I know my innocent son

is rotting in jail. . .

is not being released.

I know this is my specs cover,

and you want to prove me mad?

I am not mad. I know this

is not a pen, but a revolver.

And a man can die with it.

Want to know how?

Want to know how?

Like this!

'Truth always triumphs'

Your father was crazy.

He created such circumstances

for me. . .

that I had to beat up my own son.

Your father is dead,

but his punishment is not over.

It is said that until a son doesn't

perform the final rites of his father

his soul doesn't get salvation.

And I have made such arrangements. . .

that you won't be able

to perform Master's final rites.

As per court orders. . .

The son of a petty school

master has hot blood?

I never expected this.

Kamble, cool him.

Why are they taking him?

Why has my son not come?

Let my son come.

What are you saying, Mr. Kamble?

A son cannot perform

his father's last rites?

Stop! I said the final rites won't

be performed until my son comes.

Mr. Kamble, Vishal is the

only son of Master.

Doesn't your court

know that a father's. . .

Look Mr. Giri, the court orders

are in Vishal's interest.

Police has information that

some goons want to kill him.

There could be riots in the city

if he is released.

We have orders to perform Master's

last rites before 7. . .

under police security.

I don't like all this, but I

am helpless. I have to do my duty.

Right! Absolutely right.

You do your duty.

Cremate him.

Cremate him as per court orders.

He deserves this! His son should

not perform his final rites.

The man who was honest

should be punished.

Take, cremate him.

He deserves this!

But Kamble!

It is not only

Master who will turn to ash.

But the fire of anger of my son

will turn everyone. . .

from Jaspal Rana to you,

to ash!

Ash!

All the wounds were on his head.

We have cleaned them.

I have prescribed some medicines.

Get these for him.

Don't you dare remove that letter!

- I was only removing my handkerchief.

See what trick my elder brother

has played this time.

My niece cannot get married

until I sell that land.

I cannot sell the land and

hurt my late grandfather's soul.

It is ancestral land.

- What land?

That same two and a half

acres of land.

My brother has sent a letter again.

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