No One Killed Jessica (2011) Movie Script
1
Delhi, 1999.
One year ago,
India had conducted a nuclear test
and joined the nuclear power club.
The world was moving
into the new millennium.
And I'd just begun reporting
for a news channel.
I was posted in Delhi.
Delhi, the city where
I was born and raised.
But still haven't been able to understand.
If Mumbai is about money
then Delhi is about power.
Connections...
Influences, contacts.
Without these any
application is futile.
In every fight, it is
normal for someone to say
"Don't you know who I am?"
Are these pearls of wisdom
or an over-simplification?
I'm not sure.
So, I tried to
understand Delhi my way.
I wondered if Delhi was
like any other metropolis.
But the more I learnt,
the less I understood.
Finally, I gave up trying.
Delhi was gearing up for
the summer with water coolers.
And for the Cricket world cup
with TV sets.
But then the spotlight moved
from cricket and the heat
to another big event.
The Pakistani army and militants
seized the Kargil peaks.
The Indian government launched
a major military operation
to reclaim Kargil.
The Kargil War had begun.
-Indians wore patriotism on their sleeves.
-Victory to India!
In the past, cricket united the country
and now, the war.
I went to Kargil.
I was reporting from Kargil
when another incident took place.
An incident that would change the
face of politics and power in Delhi.
Who is it?
One second.
Sabrina.
It's Dilip on the line.
He says it's urgent.
Okay, mom.
Sabrina, Dilip here.
Dilip, it's 2:00 a.m.
She has hurt herself.
It's the usual.
I can't come now and you
are all with her, right?
Sabrina, it's a bullet wound.
What do you mean?
-How did this happen?
-Just be cool.
-How can someone just shoot her?
-Don't panic.
-Sabrina, relax.
-Weren't you all there?
-Why didn't you do something?
-We weren't there.
-You didn't do anything?
-Sabrina, relax.
-It happened so quickly.
-Was it a fight?
How did this happen?
-But--
-Sabrina, listen.
How could someone
walk in with a gun?
Go on.
Vikram?
Vikram...
What happened?
He pulled out his gun and shot her.
Vikram, what happened?
They asked for drinks.
-Vikram, how did it happen?
-I said we were out of drinks.
-Who shot her? Look at me, Vikram.
-He pulled out the gun.
-Look at me, Vikram.
-He just shot her.
Vikram!
How did it happen?
Who shot her?
-Jess, you're coming for coffee, right?
-In ten minutes.
-You coming?
-No, have to go to college tomorrow.
-Jessica.
-What?
Who are those guys?
I have no idea.
Yeah! One second.
-How many coupons do you have?
-Two. Why?
The drinks are finishing.
You may not get them later.
Oh! You're out of drinks?
Now don't you tell me
Now what?
Cleaning up, what else?
We want drinks.
Sorry, sir. The bar is closed.
I'm sure there's some left.
You served everyone else, didn't you?
Hey, Dilip!
Watch it, pal!
What are you doing?
We didn't get one drink,
while you have two!
Anyway, carry on.
Mallika, your restaurant,
your parties, they're just too good.
Sweetheart, this is nothing.
Behind the counter.
Look, you will find something.
Hey! Pour us a few drinks as well.
I already told you, drinks are over.
Come on, man!
Here, keep this.
-And give us the drinks.
-Please, you must be kidding!
We're out of drinks.
-Sir, seriously.
-Enough!
Don't try to "sir" me!
We want the drinks.
He told you...
they're out of drinks.
Why don't you give us yours?
Sir, that's enough...
please.
-We are completely out of drinks.
-Now, you listen to me!
Take this and give us the drinks.
Come on, do it.
What's the problem?
Nothing at all. We just want some drinks.
We told you, the drinks are over.
How many times do we tell you?
Don't you get it?
No, I don't.
Don't you understand?
What did you say?
What?
Bitch!
Now, will I get a drink?
-Now?
-I told you we're out of drinks.
Come on, let it be.
-Now?
-Let it be, man.
Now?
Yes or no?
-Now!
-I said the drinks...
You idiot, what did you do?
You shot her!
I didn't do it.
Why did you shoot her?
You shot her!
-I didn't do it.
-Lucky, run! Run!
I didn't shoot her!
Hey, what happened?
He shot her
Note down his statement
for the FIR and get him to sign it.
Sir, right now?
She will be fine, mom.
We need to take the
patient to the AIIMS hospital.
Now!
No, Sabrina, she will be fine.
Pakistani soldiers
and militants have been
beaten back by the Indian army.
After a war that lasted
for a month and a half
the Indian army has
reclaimed Tiger Hill.
On one hand
there is joy and victory,
and on the other
there is despair for the martyrs.
Of course, it is sad.
Be it our soldiers or theirs.
We are all humans.
We are soldiers.
We wear this uniform to
protect our country.
In a war, you either kill or get killed.
-Victory to India!
-Victory!
-Victory to India!
-Victory!
This war that raged
for a month and a half
claimed the lives
of countless Indian
and Pakistani soldiers.
Both countries are now
faced with a critical question.
Was this war necessary?
Reporting from Kargil
for the last time
with cameraman Mitul Dixit
this is Meera Gaiti, for NDTV.
I've seen you somewhere.
Right! On TV!
You're really something!
I've never experienced war like this.
It was amazing!
Huge weapons, wide-gauge tanks,
rockets, airplanes, bunkers--
And the corpses of our soldiers.
I am sure you must have
enjoyed that as well.
-I meant...
-If you would've been there
you would've shat bricks.
If you would've been there,
you would've shat bricks.
"Enjoyed it!" Nonsense!
He is at the Manali guest-house.
It is safe but not for long.
You've seen the newspaper reports.
He is hot-blooded.
It was just an accident.
Remember when we were young?
This is no fun and games.
He has killed someone.
Do whatever it takes,
but save my Monu.
What are you thinking about?
He is our own.
Your son or mine,
I know it's painful.
Who was the girl?
Some small-time model.
She died but dug a grave for us.
-What is this?
-See for yourself.
Tell me.
Open it!
You got a job?
That too in Dubai!
-When do you join?
-Next month.
Did you tell mom and dad?
You will tell them and also convince them.
Okay, I got to go.
Are you coming for the party tonight?
No.
-Why not?
-I get bored.
Shut up, come for a little while.
But I don't drink.
What did you say?
I was talking about the cocktail.
Jess, I'll get you!
And bring the prude along.
This prude isn't coming.
Dad, now don't start crying like grandma.
I don't have time for a boyfriend
and you're talking about marriage?
Yes, dad, I'll visit soon, I promise.
Meera!
You're a celebrity now.
I wanted to see you.
What would you like to do?
What would you like me to do?
These days, even Hindi film
politicians aren't villains.
And they're significant people.
Models, bureaucrats...
Celebrities, police officers.
Why don't you let Rajesh Roy cover it?
He even looks like a criminal.
Come on, Meera!
To match your profile
India is not going
to fight another war.
I haven't declared
myself a war correspondent.
But I get the feeling that
my profile is being lowered.
Manish Bhardwaj has been arrested.
It's live.
Manish Bhardwaj has surrendered
himself at the Chandigarh court.
The police has taken him into custody.
He is being taken
to Delhi for questioning.
We would like to
tell our viewers that
Manish Bhardwaj's father,
Pramod Bhardwaj is
a minister in the Haryana cabinet.
We questioned Pramod Bhardwaj
about this matter.
Look...
he is being framed.
I have faith in the legal system.
The truth will be out.
My son is innocent.
What if he isn't?
He is.
Pramod Bhardwaj just said
that his son, Manish is innocent.
The truth will be out when the
court gives its verdict.
Brother.
Let's ask B.R. Pandit to fight the case.
He is a well known criminal lawyer.
He has fought many such cases.
He has a 95% success rate.
What about the other one?
-Who?
-The lawyer...
-with a 100% success rate.
-Oh, Shyam Tolani?
He retired.
He doesn't fight cases anymore.
He will, ask him his price.
We asked...
but he didn't budge.
Do whatever it takes,
but I want my Monu.
Sir, I was furious.
I was ready to pay a thousand bucks.
But she refused to give me a drink.
Did you know her?
No.
Then?
Sir...
then I... I pulled out my gun.
Which one?
.22 bore, Italian Beretta.
When did you buy it?
Sir...
four months ago from Ambala.
Sir, I only wanted to scare her.
Nobody said a word.
I wanted to fire
two inches from her ear.
So you wanted to fire
two inches from her ear?
Yes.
You wear spectacles, right?
Did you wear them that night?
No, sir.
Look here.
How many inches is this from my ear?
Motherfucker!
You wanted to shoot two
inches from her ear, right?
Go on.
What happened next?
Listen...
don't be scared.
Okay?
We are with you.
Mistakes happen.
Mistakes happen, right?
Now talk.
Now!
Listen...
I've been paid not to hit you.
Lots.
But if you don't talk...
my hands will do the talking.
So you fired the bullet
two inches from her ear.
Right?
Then what happened?
Tell me.
Sir, then I fled from there.
I think she's dead.
Fuck!
-Who was she?
-Some girl named Jessica.
We're dead.
Vishal, we'll get screwed.
Real bad.
My car is still there.
Bloody hell, we are screwed!
My car is still there.
Wait here.
Lucky and I will bring it back.
Stay here. Come on, Lucky.
Come on!
Vishal, my pistol...
I hid it nearby.
Where?
Come on, Lucky.
Sir, it was almost dawn.
We drove back to Lucky's house.
Sir, the deputy wants to see you.
Didn't you tell him, I'm busy?
I did, but he insists on meeting you.
Coming.
Go on, take a break.
Don't say anything.
Amit Pujari.
The police has arrested two more suspects
in connection with the Jessica case.
Vishal Rastogi, son of U.P.
minister R. D. Rastogi.
Lucky Singh.
An MBA and a resident of Delhi.
The police has also confiscated
the car in which the suspects fled.
During the investigation
the police also recovered
a live cartridge.
Which is being treated
as prime evidence.
Police had found two similar
.22 bore shell casings at Keno's.
One bullet hit the roof and
the other hit Jessica.
All three were fired from the same pistol
which was most likely
used to shoot Jessica.
Just a minute!
Just a minute! We still haven't found
the murder weapon.
Which is a .22 bore pistol. Okay?
Sir, do you have any other evidence?
Yes, there is a lot
of circumstantial evidence.
The police has arrested the suspects.
What are your comments?
My sister has been murdered.
And...
my family and I...
we believe...
and hope...
that the culprit will be punished.
And that, justice will prevail.
He is the son--
Just a minute, people!
He is the son of
a powerful politician.
Aren't you afraid that
he might go Scot free?
No.
You never say anything to Meera.
Nobody can say anything to Meera.
But, where is she?
I don't know.
Sometimes we don't value things
as much as we should.
Actors refuse a classic
thinking it isn't a great story.
People don't invest
in an insurance scheme
thinking it might be a scam.
Young boys and girls are
so enamored by a stranger
that they fail to
recognize their soul-mate.
Similarly,
a journalist ignores an incident
thinking there's no story in it.
Something similar happened to me.
I thought it was
a run-of-the-mill story.
Not a milestone in
the history of a new India.
Sabrina...
you better be alert.
Do you know who you are up against?
What do you mean by that?
He murdered my sister
in front of everyone.
I know it.
You know it, the police knows it,
-and the 300 people who were there--
-Only seven people.
Nobody else was there.
Are you joking?
It is a joke.
I despise your "high-society" folks.
I'm tired of asking them
over and over.
"Were you at Keno's that night?"
I left at midnight.
It was my wife's birthday.
Uncle, I left at midnight.
I had exams.
I had to go to college the next day.
Sir, I left before the firing.
I guess around midnight.
Actually, we left.
Were you at the party?
Were you at Keno's that night?
I had left early.
-I guess around--
-Midnight?
I'm sure you left at midnight.
If I was there, I wouldn't
have let that bastard escape.
No, sir, we weren't drinking.
Did I ask...
if you drank water...
or a coke...
or juice?
Did I ask you?
No!
-We left at midnight--
-Enough!
Not one word!
You tell me.
When everybody...
All 300 of them left at midnight...
were there ghosts
dancing at the party?
How can you hang out
with such people, Sabrina?
What kind of people are they?
A girl lost her life and...
Here.
This file contains the
names of seven witnesses...
and their statements.
Vikram.
He saw the bullet being fired.
And lodged the FIR.
Yes.
It was him.
Take a closer look.
Yes.
He shot Jessica.
Don't worry, it's just a formality.
Sir...
only these seven people...
have told us what happened that night.
-Okay?
-Okay.
They are our prime witnesses.
The case will be presented
before the court for a hearing.
But if one of them lies for any reason...
Then anything can happen.
What do you mean, "anything can happen?
What do you think I mean?
Use your imagination.
Go on.
Well, ma'am...
I want to do the right thing.
I am poor.
I have a wife and two little kids.
I don't want to get into a mess.
Try to understand my plight.
And what about my plight?
My sister is no more.
Just tell the court what you saw.
Only because you were there.
What about the other 300 people there?
Please spare me.
I can't do this.
Is someone threatening you?
Who is it?
One witness is dealt with.
What about the others?
They will come around as well.
They would've complained if
they were threatened.
And the police would've
provided them protection.
But witness protection is
the law's responsibility.
But we don't have a witness
protection program in India.
We follow a procedure.
If we receive a complaint,
we will take action.
How do you expect us to
take action without a complaint?
That's Mr. Saxena, the prosecution
lawyer and a good friend.
Ms. Sabrina...
witness tampering is quite normal.
But don't be worried about it.
I have a feeling, that boy...
will go free.
No.
How can he go free, Sabrina?
I mean, how can he be set free?
My honor...
My honor is still alive.
I will tell the truth.
I told the police.
I will tell the court as well.
I swear, don't worry.
I hadn't lost hope.
But you've given me courage.
Please don't say that.
She was your sister,
she could've been mine too.
Your tea.
As I was saying, Ms. Sabrina...
I have...
this problem.
If you could...
I mean...
Go on.
-Tell me.
-You see...
He said he wants to
tell the truth in court.
Dad...
of all the people
present that night...
he is the poorest and the most vulnerable.
-That's why...
-I understand, my dear.
Hello, sir.
We...
don't have 50,000 rupees right now.
Here's 20,000.
It's okay, this will do.
I shall take the rest later.
-Mr. Dharam.
-Yes?
We gave you the money
because you needed it.
Please only tell the truth in court.
Not for me or anyone else.
I will, ma'am.
I will tell the truth.
I swear.
I don't know about mum,
but, Sabrina...
I am with you.
I don't know, Sabrina.
I saw him...
and yet in a way, I didn't.
Vikram.
Everything hinges on his testimony.
Vikram is their star witness.
He registered the FIR.
If Vikram identifies Manish in court...
then no lawyer in the
world can help your son.
I'll take care of him, Mr. Pandit.
I shall prepare each witness for you.
You look after the trial.
Leave the witnesses to me.
Then it comes down to...
the ballistics report.
What's the progress, R.D. sir?
-Vikram?
-Yes.
Hi. Sabrina here.
Who is it?
What happened?
She hung up.
Sir.
SUBHASH CHANDRA BOSE INTERNATIONAL
AIRPORT, KOLKATA, WEST BENGAL.
Ballygunge?
Namaste.
Tea?
Vikram isn't here.
-What?
-I mean, Vikram isn't home.
You just said he is!
Yes, but he went out.
I just need five minutes.
Madam, I told you, he isn't home.
Now, go away, leave!
I've come from Delhi.
I already told you.
Why don't you understand?
Why are you here to create trouble?
Jess, wake up.
It's Sunday, let's go to church.
I don't want to.
Let me sleep.
Come on, or else mom will get mad at us.
Jess!
-Jess?
-Please let me sleep!
-Jess?
-Please let me sleep!
Wake up, sleeping beauty!
The world and community, we knew
Why have they fallen?
When we have never met
Never met
They were here.
And you let them in?
Sabrina, I opened the door
and they were outside.
What could I do?
Really?
Dad, their son killed Jess.
And you say, "what could I do?"
They are threatening
and bribing the witnesses!
I'm not sure if he
will ever be punished.
And you say, "what could I do?"
He will go Scot free, dad!
Sorry, dear.
Why is life
So frail
Trying to eke
Out a living
Is this really life?
Once it was like the butterflies
Bright and carefree
Unlike the earthworms living underneath
Hello, Sabrina?
We're in a mess.
We have a problem.
One of the two shell casings that were
sent for forensics has been replaced.
What do you mean?
How is that possible?
It is possible.
Anything is possible.
Leave.
I took seven million rupees.
For not hitting him in the lock-up.
What are you staring at?
Everybody takes bribes.
Got it? Only the reasons change.
Which day and age do you live in?
Who replaced the bullets?
Probably Kuldeep Singh.
Kuldeep Singh?
The lab in charge.
He belongs to R.D. Rastogi's community.
Rastogi is pulling the strings.
Take my word,
talk to the DCP immediately.
Otherwise the case I've built up,
will go down the drain.
Prosecution has handed the
case to the investigating officers.
We have to trust them,
and you have to trust us.
Sir, I'm doing that but
please try to understand.
There is some foul play.
The bullets have been changed.
Sabrina, that's not possible.
Send Mayur in.
Phone! Where's my phone?
When? Okay, I'm coming over. Bye.
-What?
-I have to go.
We've just received
information that
Indian Airlines flight number
IC-814 from Kathmandu to Delhi
has been hijacked.
There were about
200 passengers on board.
Sources indicate that the
flight will be taken to Amritsar.
We have no information about
the hijackers and their motives.
The flight is being
taken to Afghanistan.
The hijackers have demanded
the release of three terrorists.
And one of them is Jaish-E-Mohammed
chief, Maulana Masood Azhar.
I've heard the Indian
government has decided
to release the terrorists
in exchange for the passengers.
-My sources told me.
-Mine haven't.
Who are your sources?
Okay, everyone.
IC-814 is the biggest story.
Everyone get on it.
Every news report should be related to it.
Meera leads the story.
Everyone backs her up.
Gaurav, there are new
developments in the Jessica case.
Listen, cutie! IC-814 is a priority.
Listen, guys. IC-814 is a priority news.
If someone wants to pursue
another story, go ahead.
The others can come with me,
I'll be needing a lot of support.
Trust me, Ms. Sabrina, I swear.
I swear he is staying
at a five-star hotel.
They have given him
ten million rupees.
They told Vikram,
that he either take the money
or get shot in the head.
He made a smart choice.
They asked me what I wanted.
I'll do what is right.
Exactly what I told you,
I will testify on your behalf.
I may be poor but I'm honest.
This is only because
I'm in need, I swear.
Which hotel is he staying at?
He was supposed to check
in yesterday or a day before.
Has he checked in?
Your name, ma'am?
Sabrina.
Mr. Vikram checked in the day before.
Would you like to
leave a message for him?
Didn't I tell you?
I'd like to meet him.
Sabrina.
Ma'am was it you
who called last evening?
Ma'am, I'm afraid, Mr. Vikram
checked out last night.
I told him you had called.
The Indian government has freed the
hostages on board IC-814 after six days.
In exchange for the passengers,
the government had to
release three terrorists.
Why does the Indian
government always give in?
Tough call! Two hundred innocent
people or three terrorists.
Just a minute.
The circus is over.
I'm going home, bye.
Bye.
Meera.
I've seen you on TV.
Sabrina, the trial is about to begin.
What are you expectations?
Would you like to say something?
Perhaps something about Jessica.
Yes.
Jessica is my sister.
I mean, she was.
But she could've been anyone's sister.
My parents adored her.
She could've been anyone's daughter.
She was a simple girl.
She had dreams, like any other girl.
She wanted to own a restaurant.
She wanted to fall in love.
She wanted to marry.
And have lots of children.
But before she could fulfill her dreams...
she was shot dead.
The circumstances
in which this happened...
-I mean--
-Just because...
at that moment...
she couldn't give someone a drink...
Is the value of life...
so cheap in our country?
Cheaper than a drink?
We can understand that
you and your family--
This could've happened...
to anyone.
I've lost my sister.
My parents lost their daughter.
Do you think the outcome of this
case will have a message for the society?
I have no idea, but, Aditi...
I made a promise to Jess.
And to myself.
Until justice is served...
I won't cry.
Tinki, bring me the pickle.
She deserves it.
I...
and her friends...
most of whom were
with her that night...
owe it to Jess.
What's happening here?
Some parade?
Some VIP?
Get lost!
Just like that.
It is stated very clearly.
-Are you sure?
-That's exactly what happened.
When you bumped into him at the party...
you had two drinks in your hand, right?
Yes.
And, how drunk were you?
I don't remember, sir.
But you do remember
that the person you bumped into
was him.
Yes.
-You're lying.
-Objection, Your Honor.
Your Honor.
Point to be noted.
A person who doesn't remember
how many drinks he had
clearly remembers that...
the person he bumped into was my client.
Was it him you saw with a gun?
Was it him?
Was it him?
Was it him?
Was it him or not?
The witness is being intimidated.
The witness is being
intimidated, Your Honor!
-Order! Order!
-Move away!
It was him.
Ms. Naina.
It was him?
What was he wearing?
I guess you drank
a little too much that night.
Perhaps...
you don't remember.
I saw nothing, I was on the roof.
You told the police you saw him.
-I saw nothing, I was on the roof.
-You're lying.
-I was on the roof.
-You're lying!
-I was on the roof.
-You're lying!
-I was on the roof.
-You're lying!
-I was on the roof.
-How long will you stay there?
It's time you climbed down.
People came, someone was shot,
the police arrived.
It's about time you came down!
Sir, I wasn't in Delhi.
My mother was ill,
I was with her in the village.
I swear, sir.
The witness has been threatened.
Your Honor...
I'd like to call upon the
most important witness in this case.
May I?
Mr. Vikram Jaisingh...
do you recognize that man?
Answer me.
You saw him?
-Objection overruled!
-The witness is retracting his statement.
Objection, Your Honor.
Go on.
In his statement he said
that two bullets were fired
by Manish Bhardwaj.
We read out the entire
statement to him.
He signed only after
understanding every word.
As the prime witness, Vikram, just said.
The bullets were fired by two people.
The bullets were fired
from two different pistols.
To prove this...
Your Honor...
I'd like to call upon,
forensic expert, Kuldeep Singh.
Sir, the two used shell
casings that the police sent us
were from different pistols.
Sir, the casings we sent to
the lab were from the same pistol.
The casings have been replaced!
Sir.
According to the prosecution
my client is lying.
Prime witnesses are lying.
A government officer is lying.
Then what is the truth?
That which the evidence doesn't show?
When will we get the bloody verdict?
-I want to pee.
-What are you saying?
Faith there it goes again
Crushed into bits and pieces
Trying hard to hide from itself
Faith beaten and bruised
Alive with a false pride
Like a storm rips through me
Faith has brought
My heart to tears
Faith
Has brought my heart to tears
Faith, falls prey to fear
Splits my heart
Grips me with arms open wide
Pushes me to the edge of destruction
Pulls me inside out
As a vampire sucks me dry
Faith, the spirit is dying
Memories strewn all around
Bereft of any hope
Crushed under the feet
Of this ever changing world
Of hollow shadows
Set ablaze and burnt to ashes
Faith mocked and scorned
It crumbles and rots at night
Stripped bare of its soul
Like footsteps on water
Tosses and turns every night
Faith has brought my heart to tears
Faith has brought my heart to tears
Faith has brought my heart to tears
Faith has brought my heart to tears
There it goes again
Crushed into bits and pieces
Trying hard to hide from itself
Pushes me to the edge of destruction
Pulls me inside out
As a vampire sucks me dry
WINTER 2006.
Ma'am!
The headline that morning
was a slap in the face.
It proved me wrong.
One murder.
300 high profile witnesses.
Power rests in the hands
of powerful people.
And the common man has to endure it.
MANISH BHARDWAJ GETS BAIL.
ALL ACCUSED ACQUITTED
IN JESSICA MURDER CASE.
All accused in the Jessica murder
have been exonerated by the court.
Finally!
The court has stated four
reasons for acquitting them.
The most important one being,
the prime witnesses turned hostile.
All three witnesses had
stated to the police
that they had seen Manish fire.
But in court they denied the same.
Further, the court admitted
the forensic report
as submitted by the
expert, Kuldeep Singh.
Which mentions that the police failed
to produce the murder weapon in court.
And also were unable to prove that both
the bullets were fired by the same gun.
The gun was licensed in the
name of Manish Bhardwaj.
The court further observed
that the police failed to gather the
circumstantial evidence.
All of which could have proved
that Jessica was killed
by Manish Bhardwaj.
We'd like to remind
our viewers that
Manish's father,
Pramod Bhardwaj is a minister
in the Haryana state cabinet.
Mom, the tea is ready.
Mother Goddess, pray for us!
-Say it aloud.
-Mother Goddess!
-Say it aloud!
-Mother Goddess!
-Goddess on the lioness!
-Mother Goddess, pray for us.
-Mother Goddess, pray for us.
-Everyone say it aloud.
-Mother Goddess, pray for us.
-Everyone say it aloud.
-Say it together!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Mother Goddess, bless us!
-Say it with love!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-The Goddess on the lion!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-The Goddess residing on the hill.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Everyone say it together.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Say it with love.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Say it with love.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Everyone say it together.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
Gaurav!
Perhaps you didn't understand,
so let me spell this out for you.
You said that when you thought this
was an open-and-shut case, Ms. Celebrity.
What changed?
He shot her, you know it, I know it.
300 witnesses know it and
half of this country knows it.
There is no story!
The court has pronounced "the end."
But why?
This is activism not journalism. Okay?
We are supposed to
provide news and opinions.
Not deliver justice.
We often create news to
spruce up our profile.
We don't think about
what is right or wrong.
Let's face it, you and I,
all of us have done it.
But here's a chance
to make things right.
Or at least, to make an effort.
But now, I think we need dramatics.
Either you let me do this
story or else, fire me.
There's nothing we can do now.
Actually, we can.
Aditi, it's Meera.
-Can you come over?
-Now?
No,when you have some time to spare.
Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.
You're not in a "nine to five"
government job.
Grab a tissue and wipe those tears.
I remember what you said
before the IC-814 hijack.
That witnesses were influenced
in the Jessica case.
He is a model and an actor, right?
Yes, but why?
Why do you always say "no"?
What do our ethics say?
That we should cover our eyes?
If it's wrong, we should ignore it?
To turn a blind eye and sleep peacefully?
No, but they don't endorse
what you want to do.
What do I want to do? Kill someone?
I just want to bring forth the truth.
In my own way.
Who decides if your
way is right or wrong?
Hi, this is Aditi from
Future Films, Mumbai.
May I talk to Vikram, please?
About what?
It's regarding the casting of a film.
Oh, just hold on a second!
Vikram?
There's a call for you from Mumbai.
-Just a minute.
-Come.
Tell him, "don't try this on me."
Okay, anyway...
-Seriously, let's talk about work?
-Yes.
Tell him you don't want his bio-data.
Tell him to speak in Hindi.
What do you want me to say?
Why don't you tell me.
I'm wondering, what do I say?
You could say anything
that could assure her.
I've come a long way to meet you.
And I hope,
I can shoot this film with you.
Shooting's already begun, handsome!
Tell him to deliver a movie dialogue.
Give us a dialogue from a movie.
I don't remember dialogues.
But, since you're talking about Hindi,
I can tell you this.
Hindi and Bengali have
one major difference.
-Okay.
-Don't interrupt, Aditi.
Let him show off his Hindi skills.
What?
-What's the difference, exactly?
-Well...
in Bengali there is no sex.
In Hindi you would say,
"he comes" or "she comes"
But in Bengali it's "he comes"
for both genders.
Oh, so in Hindi "she comes..."
But, in Bengali it would be "he comes."
And he says he doesn't know Hindi!
He can teach Hindi to others.
Aditi, get up and slap him.
Slap him.
Oh, I haven't told her
and I don't think I need to, but
would you have a visa problem?
Visa? No, why?
I meant, due to the case.
No.
No.
Manish had fired the bullet.
The whole world knows it.
Then why doesn't the
world do something about it?
Because nobody can do a damn thing!
You mean, Pramod Bhardwaj?
Weren't you there as well?
If you had to choose between
ten million rupees and death...
what would you do?
I don't want the ten million.
But I don't want death either.
What is truth?
Something that can be proved?
Or the truth itself?
This and many other questions
have arisen in the
Jessica murder case.
Was justice served?
What's the reason that one
by one, all the prime witnesses
retracted their statements?
While all the evidence
seemed to aide the accused.
As I was saying...
Now that's difficult to control.
It's Sabrina, Shankar.
Please accept my sympathy.
But I can't help you.
Try to understand.
Why are you so scared?
It's natural, madam.
Who is threatening you?
I can't spill out the details.
You're smart enough to understand.
-Sir...
-Yes, I'm watching it.
What happened that night?
Everybody knows what happened.
You were there, Shankar, but I wasn't.
But so were 300 other people.
They couldn't do a thing.
And I'm just a waiter.
What did you see?
I said everything in my statement.
Was the police so
incapable and helpless
that they couldn't prove
an open-and-shut case in court?
Was money and power used
to influence justice?
It was a bidding war.
Both sides were ready
to give the said price.
And I readily accepted.
One side dangled a lot
more and I sang their tune.
What are you saying! Really?
I swear.
Can justice be auctioned?
Dad, I'm not stressed out.
It just seems like that on TV.
Promila?
Dad, I can take care of myself.
Promila!
Promila!
Promila!
What is it?
What's wrong, ma'am?
Nothing.
There's someone at the door,
I'll take a look.
Go, make some coffee.
Bitch!
I heard that. Go, make some coffee.
Let's go back.
I was ready to pay a thousand bucks.
But she refused to give me a drink.
Sir, I wanted to fire
two inches from her ear.
You wear spectacles, right?
Yes, sir.
Did you wear them that night?
No, sir.
You have seen the witnesses
admitting that they lied in court.
What was the truth they
were forced not to divulge?
You can now hear the truth.
This is what Manish Bhardwaj had to say
when the police questioned
him about that night.
Sir, I was furious.
I was ready to pay a thousand bucks.
But she refused to give me a drink.
Sir, I wanted to fire
two inches from her ear.
You wear spectacles, right?
Yes, sir.
Did you wear them that night?
No, sir.
So, you wanted to fire
two inches from her ear?
Sir, then an old woman came in.
She screamed, "Why did you shoot her?
Give me the gun!"
Sir, then I fled from there.
I took a ride on a scooter.
Sir, there was a
field behind the motel.
Sir, I was terrified.
Are we supposed to
ignore this bitter truth?
Sabrina... can you increase
the volume a bit?
Let it go, dad.
No, it's not over.
This case has raised questions
for the police, the government
and the legal system.
And we demand answers.
We believe that justice wasn't
delivered in the Jessica case.
We believe that money and power were
instrumental in burying the truth
and tampering with the evidence.
We believe the police failed
miserably in doing their duty.
And in producing
the evidence in court.
We strongly believe this
case deserves to be reopened.
Justice should prevail.
"Justice for Jessica" is
our initiative to demand justice.
For Jessica, her family and all of us.
If you think justice was denied
type "Justice for Jessica"
on your phone and text it to 6688.
We have received a thousand texts
-and calls in 20 minutes.
-What?
Yeah, the phone lines are jammed.
We are getting so many calls.
We're getting calls from all over India.
Calcutta, Hyderabad, Gwalior.
I feel justice was denied.
Police, government, law and order
are mere words in our country.
I have a daughter too.
If they can go Scot free,
anyone else can.
Money and power can't buy everything. No!
Mumbai is also furious with the verdict.
What do you have to say?
Whether it's Delhi or Mumbai,
people are bound to be furious.
He himself has confessed to the crime.
Then why isn't he punished?
This is a matter of law and order.
The common man will either
go to the police or the court.
And if they are not just,
where should we go?
It's true.
It's quite scary and
even more so for women.
We have with us retired
Chief Justice of India, C. N. More.
Sir, the public is angry
with the police, the government
and the legal system.
Well, you see, our legal system
was created by the British in 1860.
And we are following it to this day.
This circus is still going on?
In those times criminals used
to commit a crime and flee
-on a bullock-cart or a horse-cart.
-I don't believe this.
Things are different today.
We have progressed.
What's with you?
Unless we overhaul our legal system...
these things are bound to continue.
And those who can take advantage of this
will continue doing so.
Yes, sir.
Yes, just a minute.
Yes, he's here.
Sir, it's the Chief Minister.
Yes, sir?
Public anger is at a boiling point.
We can't afford to take risk.
The high command
is of the same opinion.
Moreover, it's affecting
the image of the party.
Sir...
trust me.
It's just a gentle breeze,
and it will pass.
It seems more like a storm...
that will destroy all of us.
Sir, at least you should trust--
Do whatever it takes,
but save my Monu.
All of us know who is responsible.
The government may be mute,
but we aren't!
We have to do something,
we can't remain inside our homes.
They got away with Jessica's murder.
Someday they'll get
away with raping one of us.
Just because they have power
and money they can do anything?
Meera, the Middle Finger Protest
from Chandigarh is online.
Terrific name!
My friend and I
thought it would blow everyone away.
It's unbelievable!
We are 15 men and in one voice we say...
-justice for...
-Just-ice for!
No! Justice for...
Just-ice for!
No! Justice for!
Just-ice for!
I'll say it myself,
Justice for Jessica!
The legal system
and the police are helpless.
Why weren't the witnesses protected?
Every democracy needs
witness protection.
To safeguard justice and victims.
Or else witnesses will
continue to be threatened.
Six, six...
eight, eight.
Did it go through?
-Yes, it did.
-Thank you.
Just don't tell Sabrina,
she might get angry.
I won't tell her.
Mr. Shyam Tolani,
can you see the public's rage?
The truth was disguised
as a lie and presented in court.
And the guilty were set free.
Who is guilty
and who is innocent?
What gives you,
the media, the right to decide?
The correct decision
is given by the court.
And the court has done that.
The decision itself was wrong,
Mr. Shyam Tolani.
Why?
Just because you think so?
The evidence,
the witnesses mean nothing to you?
You have tarnished the judicial
system of this great country.
But, sir, people go to
the court for justice.
And who decides whether or not,
justice was delivered?
You?
The media?
Ma'am, you can't park here!
-Where do I park? Do it yourself.
-Ma'am!
The High Court will issue
this press release tomorrow.
They are issuing a Suo Motu
notice to the police.
Seeking an explanation
why the accused were set free.
Wow, this is a major development.
Listen!
Listen to me!
We will reply to
the High Court notice.
-Sir!
-But, sir...
We are appealing to the High Court
against the decision of the lower court.
-Ma'am!
-Sir!
Sir, I have a question.
What if the High Court
dismisses the appeal?
I hope this investigation
does not bury us.
Don't worry.
The public forgets in a little while.
We will take care of the rest.
A martyr's grave is always fresh.
We also know how to
turn martyrs into villains.
Call Sabrina, we need her reaction.
What is it?
I received this text
a few minutes ago.
The day after tomorrow, at 5:00 p.m.
We were so high, man!
And we got him to spend everything.
-Think about it.
-Why do you idiots drink so much?
That's a new text.
-What?
-A text!
What's this?
I got it too.
Isn't she the girl
who got shot at a party?
-It's sad.
-Should we go?
She is very upset,
doesn't want to speak to anyone.
Try again, I'll talk to her.
The entire country is fighting for you
and you don't want to fight anymore?
-No.
-Why not?
Because I already know what you
showed and what the public saw on TV.
I screamed myself hoarse
but nothing came of it.
The police and the
legal system did not help.
Nor can you do anything!
My sister was murdered,
then my mom passed away.
Dad is in the hospital.
I have been caught up with the police,
evidence and court cases for so long!
A normal life which every
normal girl experiences.
Perhaps, I'll have to beg for it too.
I want to live but I can't.
I am tired of running around
the police and the courts.
You don't want to fight anymore
because you're fed up?
Are you watching a movie
that you're fed up
and you want to walk away?
Since when is this
your personal battle?
She was your sister.
Not mine and or of the thousands
who are fighting out there.
Do you even know what the
public is doing for your sister?
We have received more than
two hundred thousand messages.
And everyday we get thousands more.
These messages will be
taken to the President of India.
The pressure is rising.
On the police and the judiciary.
On the entire establishment.
And you want to walk away
just because you're fed up,
you're 28, you don't have a boyfriend,
and you don't have a normal life?
The candlelight march is
tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.
You have to be there.
And he said,
"Amitabh Bachchan's shameless imitator!"
Motherfucker!
Stop!
You're smiling?
Bloody scoundrel!
-Go faster!
-You rascal!
Go faster!
How dare you touch her!
How dare you touch her!
-Jess, let him go.
-How dare you touch her, rascal!
-Let him go.
-Let him go?
-Go and touch your mother!
-I lost my balance on the cycle.
-Jess!
-I will teach you a lesson.
-That's enough.
-You lost your balance?
-Jess, let go of him!
-You think you can get away?
-Why are you hitting him?
-I am sorry.
-Go apologize to your mother!
-Jess!
You scoundrel!
How dare you touch her!
-Are you crazy?
-Jess, enough!
You scoundrel!
-Bloody hell!
-She is insane!
-Running away now?
-Let him go!
-Try and touch me!
-Jess, let him go.
Have you lost it?
You want to let him go?
Jess, forget it, let him go!
"Forget it?"
Idiot, stop being a nerd!
This is Delhi,
you have to learn to fight.
Today it was just a touch,
someday it could be rape.
Learn to stand up for yourself.
"Forget it?"
In pain
The heart cries out
A prayer
Prayer
That is balm to my pain
You should've recognised
that bastard in court!
It could've been me
instead of Jessica.
I did, didn't I?
I told them what I saw.
I confessed to what I saw.
If the court doesn't believe it,
how is it my fault?
Despair pleads at the Lord's door
Why doesn't joy reign?
What are your comments being Delhi's CM?
From what I've heard and seen,
I feel justice was denied.
As a woman, it saddens me even more.
Bow your head
Say a prayer
Speak up
Without saying a word
Without moving your lips
Call out call out
Has your party pressured
you into resigning?
Absolutely not.
There's no pressure at all.
Goodbye.
Despair pleads at the Lord's door
Why doesn't joy reign?
Everything feels like a punishment
Our days, our nights
Mr. President, what do you
have to say about the Jessica case?
We have to give it a lot of thought
if we need to overhaul
our judicial system.
So that those who seek justice,
aren't denied of it.
Some serious questions have been raised.
The fact is, nobody has the right
to make the judiciary look like a joke.
What's your opinion, Ma'am?
What you call prayer
It's not just to heal the wounds
It's not just to heal the wounds
It's also strength,
It's also revolution
It's also a path to get justice
The person...
for whom you are here...
I am here for her as well.
Let's pray together
Despair pleads at the Lord's door
Why doesn't joy reign?
These days of pain seem infinite
That evening, I saw India
come together for the third time.
It felt as if they had suffered injustice.
And Jessica was talking through them.
Sabrina wasn't alone and helpless,
the entire nation was with her.
It was fighting for her.
The public raised its voice.
They were asking the same question.
And someone had to give an answer.
Speak up
In pain
The heart cries out
A prayer
You won, Sabrina.
The High Court has
issued a press release.
The High Court accepted the appeal
by the police against
the lower court judgment.
The case is being fast-tracked.
This case raised serious questions.
The High Court
would like a rehearing of this case.
The High Court has issued...
non-bailable warrants
against the accused.
And the hearing of this case...
The High Court
will fast-track this case.
And will hold its
hearings on a daily basis.
To ensure that justice is delivered.
And delivered soon.
But just when I had begun to accept
that Delhi only belongs to the powerful
the power was snatched by those
to whom it rightfully belongs.
The people.
The Supreme Court
held Manish Bhardwaj guilty
for Jessica's murder.
He was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Vishal Rastogi and Lucky Singh
were sentenced for four years each.
Last year, Sabrina's father passed away.
She still manages her travel agency.
Delhi, 1999.
One year ago,
India had conducted a nuclear test
and joined the nuclear power club.
The world was moving
into the new millennium.
And I'd just begun reporting
for a news channel.
I was posted in Delhi.
Delhi, the city where
I was born and raised.
But still haven't been able to understand.
If Mumbai is about money
then Delhi is about power.
Connections...
Influences, contacts.
Without these any
application is futile.
In every fight, it is
normal for someone to say
"Don't you know who I am?"
Are these pearls of wisdom
or an over-simplification?
I'm not sure.
So, I tried to
understand Delhi my way.
I wondered if Delhi was
like any other metropolis.
But the more I learnt,
the less I understood.
Finally, I gave up trying.
Delhi was gearing up for
the summer with water coolers.
And for the Cricket world cup
with TV sets.
But then the spotlight moved
from cricket and the heat
to another big event.
The Pakistani army and militants
seized the Kargil peaks.
The Indian government launched
a major military operation
to reclaim Kargil.
The Kargil War had begun.
-Indians wore patriotism on their sleeves.
-Victory to India!
In the past, cricket united the country
and now, the war.
I went to Kargil.
I was reporting from Kargil
when another incident took place.
An incident that would change the
face of politics and power in Delhi.
Who is it?
One second.
Sabrina.
It's Dilip on the line.
He says it's urgent.
Okay, mom.
Sabrina, Dilip here.
Dilip, it's 2:00 a.m.
She has hurt herself.
It's the usual.
I can't come now and you
are all with her, right?
Sabrina, it's a bullet wound.
What do you mean?
-How did this happen?
-Just be cool.
-How can someone just shoot her?
-Don't panic.
-Sabrina, relax.
-Weren't you all there?
-Why didn't you do something?
-We weren't there.
-You didn't do anything?
-Sabrina, relax.
-It happened so quickly.
-Was it a fight?
How did this happen?
-But--
-Sabrina, listen.
How could someone
walk in with a gun?
Go on.
Vikram?
Vikram...
What happened?
He pulled out his gun and shot her.
Vikram, what happened?
They asked for drinks.
-Vikram, how did it happen?
-I said we were out of drinks.
-Who shot her? Look at me, Vikram.
-He pulled out the gun.
-Look at me, Vikram.
-He just shot her.
Vikram!
How did it happen?
Who shot her?
-Jess, you're coming for coffee, right?
-In ten minutes.
-You coming?
-No, have to go to college tomorrow.
-Jessica.
-What?
Who are those guys?
I have no idea.
Yeah! One second.
-How many coupons do you have?
-Two. Why?
The drinks are finishing.
You may not get them later.
Oh! You're out of drinks?
Now don't you tell me
Now what?
Cleaning up, what else?
We want drinks.
Sorry, sir. The bar is closed.
I'm sure there's some left.
You served everyone else, didn't you?
Hey, Dilip!
Watch it, pal!
What are you doing?
We didn't get one drink,
while you have two!
Anyway, carry on.
Mallika, your restaurant,
your parties, they're just too good.
Sweetheart, this is nothing.
Behind the counter.
Look, you will find something.
Hey! Pour us a few drinks as well.
I already told you, drinks are over.
Come on, man!
Here, keep this.
-And give us the drinks.
-Please, you must be kidding!
We're out of drinks.
-Sir, seriously.
-Enough!
Don't try to "sir" me!
We want the drinks.
He told you...
they're out of drinks.
Why don't you give us yours?
Sir, that's enough...
please.
-We are completely out of drinks.
-Now, you listen to me!
Take this and give us the drinks.
Come on, do it.
What's the problem?
Nothing at all. We just want some drinks.
We told you, the drinks are over.
How many times do we tell you?
Don't you get it?
No, I don't.
Don't you understand?
What did you say?
What?
Bitch!
Now, will I get a drink?
-Now?
-I told you we're out of drinks.
Come on, let it be.
-Now?
-Let it be, man.
Now?
Yes or no?
-Now!
-I said the drinks...
You idiot, what did you do?
You shot her!
I didn't do it.
Why did you shoot her?
You shot her!
-I didn't do it.
-Lucky, run! Run!
I didn't shoot her!
Hey, what happened?
He shot her
Note down his statement
for the FIR and get him to sign it.
Sir, right now?
She will be fine, mom.
We need to take the
patient to the AIIMS hospital.
Now!
No, Sabrina, she will be fine.
Pakistani soldiers
and militants have been
beaten back by the Indian army.
After a war that lasted
for a month and a half
the Indian army has
reclaimed Tiger Hill.
On one hand
there is joy and victory,
and on the other
there is despair for the martyrs.
Of course, it is sad.
Be it our soldiers or theirs.
We are all humans.
We are soldiers.
We wear this uniform to
protect our country.
In a war, you either kill or get killed.
-Victory to India!
-Victory!
-Victory to India!
-Victory!
This war that raged
for a month and a half
claimed the lives
of countless Indian
and Pakistani soldiers.
Both countries are now
faced with a critical question.
Was this war necessary?
Reporting from Kargil
for the last time
with cameraman Mitul Dixit
this is Meera Gaiti, for NDTV.
I've seen you somewhere.
Right! On TV!
You're really something!
I've never experienced war like this.
It was amazing!
Huge weapons, wide-gauge tanks,
rockets, airplanes, bunkers--
And the corpses of our soldiers.
I am sure you must have
enjoyed that as well.
-I meant...
-If you would've been there
you would've shat bricks.
If you would've been there,
you would've shat bricks.
"Enjoyed it!" Nonsense!
He is at the Manali guest-house.
It is safe but not for long.
You've seen the newspaper reports.
He is hot-blooded.
It was just an accident.
Remember when we were young?
This is no fun and games.
He has killed someone.
Do whatever it takes,
but save my Monu.
What are you thinking about?
He is our own.
Your son or mine,
I know it's painful.
Who was the girl?
Some small-time model.
She died but dug a grave for us.
-What is this?
-See for yourself.
Tell me.
Open it!
You got a job?
That too in Dubai!
-When do you join?
-Next month.
Did you tell mom and dad?
You will tell them and also convince them.
Okay, I got to go.
Are you coming for the party tonight?
No.
-Why not?
-I get bored.
Shut up, come for a little while.
But I don't drink.
What did you say?
I was talking about the cocktail.
Jess, I'll get you!
And bring the prude along.
This prude isn't coming.
Dad, now don't start crying like grandma.
I don't have time for a boyfriend
and you're talking about marriage?
Yes, dad, I'll visit soon, I promise.
Meera!
You're a celebrity now.
I wanted to see you.
What would you like to do?
What would you like me to do?
These days, even Hindi film
politicians aren't villains.
And they're significant people.
Models, bureaucrats...
Celebrities, police officers.
Why don't you let Rajesh Roy cover it?
He even looks like a criminal.
Come on, Meera!
To match your profile
India is not going
to fight another war.
I haven't declared
myself a war correspondent.
But I get the feeling that
my profile is being lowered.
Manish Bhardwaj has been arrested.
It's live.
Manish Bhardwaj has surrendered
himself at the Chandigarh court.
The police has taken him into custody.
He is being taken
to Delhi for questioning.
We would like to
tell our viewers that
Manish Bhardwaj's father,
Pramod Bhardwaj is
a minister in the Haryana cabinet.
We questioned Pramod Bhardwaj
about this matter.
Look...
he is being framed.
I have faith in the legal system.
The truth will be out.
My son is innocent.
What if he isn't?
He is.
Pramod Bhardwaj just said
that his son, Manish is innocent.
The truth will be out when the
court gives its verdict.
Brother.
Let's ask B.R. Pandit to fight the case.
He is a well known criminal lawyer.
He has fought many such cases.
He has a 95% success rate.
What about the other one?
-Who?
-The lawyer...
-with a 100% success rate.
-Oh, Shyam Tolani?
He retired.
He doesn't fight cases anymore.
He will, ask him his price.
We asked...
but he didn't budge.
Do whatever it takes,
but I want my Monu.
Sir, I was furious.
I was ready to pay a thousand bucks.
But she refused to give me a drink.
Did you know her?
No.
Then?
Sir...
then I... I pulled out my gun.
Which one?
.22 bore, Italian Beretta.
When did you buy it?
Sir...
four months ago from Ambala.
Sir, I only wanted to scare her.
Nobody said a word.
I wanted to fire
two inches from her ear.
So you wanted to fire
two inches from her ear?
Yes.
You wear spectacles, right?
Did you wear them that night?
No, sir.
Look here.
How many inches is this from my ear?
Motherfucker!
You wanted to shoot two
inches from her ear, right?
Go on.
What happened next?
Listen...
don't be scared.
Okay?
We are with you.
Mistakes happen.
Mistakes happen, right?
Now talk.
Now!
Listen...
I've been paid not to hit you.
Lots.
But if you don't talk...
my hands will do the talking.
So you fired the bullet
two inches from her ear.
Right?
Then what happened?
Tell me.
Sir, then I fled from there.
I think she's dead.
Fuck!
-Who was she?
-Some girl named Jessica.
We're dead.
Vishal, we'll get screwed.
Real bad.
My car is still there.
Bloody hell, we are screwed!
My car is still there.
Wait here.
Lucky and I will bring it back.
Stay here. Come on, Lucky.
Come on!
Vishal, my pistol...
I hid it nearby.
Where?
Come on, Lucky.
Sir, it was almost dawn.
We drove back to Lucky's house.
Sir, the deputy wants to see you.
Didn't you tell him, I'm busy?
I did, but he insists on meeting you.
Coming.
Go on, take a break.
Don't say anything.
Amit Pujari.
The police has arrested two more suspects
in connection with the Jessica case.
Vishal Rastogi, son of U.P.
minister R. D. Rastogi.
Lucky Singh.
An MBA and a resident of Delhi.
The police has also confiscated
the car in which the suspects fled.
During the investigation
the police also recovered
a live cartridge.
Which is being treated
as prime evidence.
Police had found two similar
.22 bore shell casings at Keno's.
One bullet hit the roof and
the other hit Jessica.
All three were fired from the same pistol
which was most likely
used to shoot Jessica.
Just a minute!
Just a minute! We still haven't found
the murder weapon.
Which is a .22 bore pistol. Okay?
Sir, do you have any other evidence?
Yes, there is a lot
of circumstantial evidence.
The police has arrested the suspects.
What are your comments?
My sister has been murdered.
And...
my family and I...
we believe...
and hope...
that the culprit will be punished.
And that, justice will prevail.
He is the son--
Just a minute, people!
He is the son of
a powerful politician.
Aren't you afraid that
he might go Scot free?
No.
You never say anything to Meera.
Nobody can say anything to Meera.
But, where is she?
I don't know.
Sometimes we don't value things
as much as we should.
Actors refuse a classic
thinking it isn't a great story.
People don't invest
in an insurance scheme
thinking it might be a scam.
Young boys and girls are
so enamored by a stranger
that they fail to
recognize their soul-mate.
Similarly,
a journalist ignores an incident
thinking there's no story in it.
Something similar happened to me.
I thought it was
a run-of-the-mill story.
Not a milestone in
the history of a new India.
Sabrina...
you better be alert.
Do you know who you are up against?
What do you mean by that?
He murdered my sister
in front of everyone.
I know it.
You know it, the police knows it,
-and the 300 people who were there--
-Only seven people.
Nobody else was there.
Are you joking?
It is a joke.
I despise your "high-society" folks.
I'm tired of asking them
over and over.
"Were you at Keno's that night?"
I left at midnight.
It was my wife's birthday.
Uncle, I left at midnight.
I had exams.
I had to go to college the next day.
Sir, I left before the firing.
I guess around midnight.
Actually, we left.
Were you at the party?
Were you at Keno's that night?
I had left early.
-I guess around--
-Midnight?
I'm sure you left at midnight.
If I was there, I wouldn't
have let that bastard escape.
No, sir, we weren't drinking.
Did I ask...
if you drank water...
or a coke...
or juice?
Did I ask you?
No!
-We left at midnight--
-Enough!
Not one word!
You tell me.
When everybody...
All 300 of them left at midnight...
were there ghosts
dancing at the party?
How can you hang out
with such people, Sabrina?
What kind of people are they?
A girl lost her life and...
Here.
This file contains the
names of seven witnesses...
and their statements.
Vikram.
He saw the bullet being fired.
And lodged the FIR.
Yes.
It was him.
Take a closer look.
Yes.
He shot Jessica.
Don't worry, it's just a formality.
Sir...
only these seven people...
have told us what happened that night.
-Okay?
-Okay.
They are our prime witnesses.
The case will be presented
before the court for a hearing.
But if one of them lies for any reason...
Then anything can happen.
What do you mean, "anything can happen?
What do you think I mean?
Use your imagination.
Go on.
Well, ma'am...
I want to do the right thing.
I am poor.
I have a wife and two little kids.
I don't want to get into a mess.
Try to understand my plight.
And what about my plight?
My sister is no more.
Just tell the court what you saw.
Only because you were there.
What about the other 300 people there?
Please spare me.
I can't do this.
Is someone threatening you?
Who is it?
One witness is dealt with.
What about the others?
They will come around as well.
They would've complained if
they were threatened.
And the police would've
provided them protection.
But witness protection is
the law's responsibility.
But we don't have a witness
protection program in India.
We follow a procedure.
If we receive a complaint,
we will take action.
How do you expect us to
take action without a complaint?
That's Mr. Saxena, the prosecution
lawyer and a good friend.
Ms. Sabrina...
witness tampering is quite normal.
But don't be worried about it.
I have a feeling, that boy...
will go free.
No.
How can he go free, Sabrina?
I mean, how can he be set free?
My honor...
My honor is still alive.
I will tell the truth.
I told the police.
I will tell the court as well.
I swear, don't worry.
I hadn't lost hope.
But you've given me courage.
Please don't say that.
She was your sister,
she could've been mine too.
Your tea.
As I was saying, Ms. Sabrina...
I have...
this problem.
If you could...
I mean...
Go on.
-Tell me.
-You see...
He said he wants to
tell the truth in court.
Dad...
of all the people
present that night...
he is the poorest and the most vulnerable.
-That's why...
-I understand, my dear.
Hello, sir.
We...
don't have 50,000 rupees right now.
Here's 20,000.
It's okay, this will do.
I shall take the rest later.
-Mr. Dharam.
-Yes?
We gave you the money
because you needed it.
Please only tell the truth in court.
Not for me or anyone else.
I will, ma'am.
I will tell the truth.
I swear.
I don't know about mum,
but, Sabrina...
I am with you.
I don't know, Sabrina.
I saw him...
and yet in a way, I didn't.
Vikram.
Everything hinges on his testimony.
Vikram is their star witness.
He registered the FIR.
If Vikram identifies Manish in court...
then no lawyer in the
world can help your son.
I'll take care of him, Mr. Pandit.
I shall prepare each witness for you.
You look after the trial.
Leave the witnesses to me.
Then it comes down to...
the ballistics report.
What's the progress, R.D. sir?
-Vikram?
-Yes.
Hi. Sabrina here.
Who is it?
What happened?
She hung up.
Sir.
SUBHASH CHANDRA BOSE INTERNATIONAL
AIRPORT, KOLKATA, WEST BENGAL.
Ballygunge?
Namaste.
Tea?
Vikram isn't here.
-What?
-I mean, Vikram isn't home.
You just said he is!
Yes, but he went out.
I just need five minutes.
Madam, I told you, he isn't home.
Now, go away, leave!
I've come from Delhi.
I already told you.
Why don't you understand?
Why are you here to create trouble?
Jess, wake up.
It's Sunday, let's go to church.
I don't want to.
Let me sleep.
Come on, or else mom will get mad at us.
Jess!
-Jess?
-Please let me sleep!
-Jess?
-Please let me sleep!
Wake up, sleeping beauty!
The world and community, we knew
Why have they fallen?
When we have never met
Never met
They were here.
And you let them in?
Sabrina, I opened the door
and they were outside.
What could I do?
Really?
Dad, their son killed Jess.
And you say, "what could I do?"
They are threatening
and bribing the witnesses!
I'm not sure if he
will ever be punished.
And you say, "what could I do?"
He will go Scot free, dad!
Sorry, dear.
Why is life
So frail
Trying to eke
Out a living
Is this really life?
Once it was like the butterflies
Bright and carefree
Unlike the earthworms living underneath
Hello, Sabrina?
We're in a mess.
We have a problem.
One of the two shell casings that were
sent for forensics has been replaced.
What do you mean?
How is that possible?
It is possible.
Anything is possible.
Leave.
I took seven million rupees.
For not hitting him in the lock-up.
What are you staring at?
Everybody takes bribes.
Got it? Only the reasons change.
Which day and age do you live in?
Who replaced the bullets?
Probably Kuldeep Singh.
Kuldeep Singh?
The lab in charge.
He belongs to R.D. Rastogi's community.
Rastogi is pulling the strings.
Take my word,
talk to the DCP immediately.
Otherwise the case I've built up,
will go down the drain.
Prosecution has handed the
case to the investigating officers.
We have to trust them,
and you have to trust us.
Sir, I'm doing that but
please try to understand.
There is some foul play.
The bullets have been changed.
Sabrina, that's not possible.
Send Mayur in.
Phone! Where's my phone?
When? Okay, I'm coming over. Bye.
-What?
-I have to go.
We've just received
information that
Indian Airlines flight number
IC-814 from Kathmandu to Delhi
has been hijacked.
There were about
200 passengers on board.
Sources indicate that the
flight will be taken to Amritsar.
We have no information about
the hijackers and their motives.
The flight is being
taken to Afghanistan.
The hijackers have demanded
the release of three terrorists.
And one of them is Jaish-E-Mohammed
chief, Maulana Masood Azhar.
I've heard the Indian
government has decided
to release the terrorists
in exchange for the passengers.
-My sources told me.
-Mine haven't.
Who are your sources?
Okay, everyone.
IC-814 is the biggest story.
Everyone get on it.
Every news report should be related to it.
Meera leads the story.
Everyone backs her up.
Gaurav, there are new
developments in the Jessica case.
Listen, cutie! IC-814 is a priority.
Listen, guys. IC-814 is a priority news.
If someone wants to pursue
another story, go ahead.
The others can come with me,
I'll be needing a lot of support.
Trust me, Ms. Sabrina, I swear.
I swear he is staying
at a five-star hotel.
They have given him
ten million rupees.
They told Vikram,
that he either take the money
or get shot in the head.
He made a smart choice.
They asked me what I wanted.
I'll do what is right.
Exactly what I told you,
I will testify on your behalf.
I may be poor but I'm honest.
This is only because
I'm in need, I swear.
Which hotel is he staying at?
He was supposed to check
in yesterday or a day before.
Has he checked in?
Your name, ma'am?
Sabrina.
Mr. Vikram checked in the day before.
Would you like to
leave a message for him?
Didn't I tell you?
I'd like to meet him.
Sabrina.
Ma'am was it you
who called last evening?
Ma'am, I'm afraid, Mr. Vikram
checked out last night.
I told him you had called.
The Indian government has freed the
hostages on board IC-814 after six days.
In exchange for the passengers,
the government had to
release three terrorists.
Why does the Indian
government always give in?
Tough call! Two hundred innocent
people or three terrorists.
Just a minute.
The circus is over.
I'm going home, bye.
Bye.
Meera.
I've seen you on TV.
Sabrina, the trial is about to begin.
What are you expectations?
Would you like to say something?
Perhaps something about Jessica.
Yes.
Jessica is my sister.
I mean, she was.
But she could've been anyone's sister.
My parents adored her.
She could've been anyone's daughter.
She was a simple girl.
She had dreams, like any other girl.
She wanted to own a restaurant.
She wanted to fall in love.
She wanted to marry.
And have lots of children.
But before she could fulfill her dreams...
she was shot dead.
The circumstances
in which this happened...
-I mean--
-Just because...
at that moment...
she couldn't give someone a drink...
Is the value of life...
so cheap in our country?
Cheaper than a drink?
We can understand that
you and your family--
This could've happened...
to anyone.
I've lost my sister.
My parents lost their daughter.
Do you think the outcome of this
case will have a message for the society?
I have no idea, but, Aditi...
I made a promise to Jess.
And to myself.
Until justice is served...
I won't cry.
Tinki, bring me the pickle.
She deserves it.
I...
and her friends...
most of whom were
with her that night...
owe it to Jess.
What's happening here?
Some parade?
Some VIP?
Get lost!
Just like that.
It is stated very clearly.
-Are you sure?
-That's exactly what happened.
When you bumped into him at the party...
you had two drinks in your hand, right?
Yes.
And, how drunk were you?
I don't remember, sir.
But you do remember
that the person you bumped into
was him.
Yes.
-You're lying.
-Objection, Your Honor.
Your Honor.
Point to be noted.
A person who doesn't remember
how many drinks he had
clearly remembers that...
the person he bumped into was my client.
Was it him you saw with a gun?
Was it him?
Was it him?
Was it him?
Was it him or not?
The witness is being intimidated.
The witness is being
intimidated, Your Honor!
-Order! Order!
-Move away!
It was him.
Ms. Naina.
It was him?
What was he wearing?
I guess you drank
a little too much that night.
Perhaps...
you don't remember.
I saw nothing, I was on the roof.
You told the police you saw him.
-I saw nothing, I was on the roof.
-You're lying.
-I was on the roof.
-You're lying!
-I was on the roof.
-You're lying!
-I was on the roof.
-You're lying!
-I was on the roof.
-How long will you stay there?
It's time you climbed down.
People came, someone was shot,
the police arrived.
It's about time you came down!
Sir, I wasn't in Delhi.
My mother was ill,
I was with her in the village.
I swear, sir.
The witness has been threatened.
Your Honor...
I'd like to call upon the
most important witness in this case.
May I?
Mr. Vikram Jaisingh...
do you recognize that man?
Answer me.
You saw him?
-Objection overruled!
-The witness is retracting his statement.
Objection, Your Honor.
Go on.
In his statement he said
that two bullets were fired
by Manish Bhardwaj.
We read out the entire
statement to him.
He signed only after
understanding every word.
As the prime witness, Vikram, just said.
The bullets were fired by two people.
The bullets were fired
from two different pistols.
To prove this...
Your Honor...
I'd like to call upon,
forensic expert, Kuldeep Singh.
Sir, the two used shell
casings that the police sent us
were from different pistols.
Sir, the casings we sent to
the lab were from the same pistol.
The casings have been replaced!
Sir.
According to the prosecution
my client is lying.
Prime witnesses are lying.
A government officer is lying.
Then what is the truth?
That which the evidence doesn't show?
When will we get the bloody verdict?
-I want to pee.
-What are you saying?
Faith there it goes again
Crushed into bits and pieces
Trying hard to hide from itself
Faith beaten and bruised
Alive with a false pride
Like a storm rips through me
Faith has brought
My heart to tears
Faith
Has brought my heart to tears
Faith, falls prey to fear
Splits my heart
Grips me with arms open wide
Pushes me to the edge of destruction
Pulls me inside out
As a vampire sucks me dry
Faith, the spirit is dying
Memories strewn all around
Bereft of any hope
Crushed under the feet
Of this ever changing world
Of hollow shadows
Set ablaze and burnt to ashes
Faith mocked and scorned
It crumbles and rots at night
Stripped bare of its soul
Like footsteps on water
Tosses and turns every night
Faith has brought my heart to tears
Faith has brought my heart to tears
Faith has brought my heart to tears
Faith has brought my heart to tears
There it goes again
Crushed into bits and pieces
Trying hard to hide from itself
Pushes me to the edge of destruction
Pulls me inside out
As a vampire sucks me dry
WINTER 2006.
Ma'am!
The headline that morning
was a slap in the face.
It proved me wrong.
One murder.
300 high profile witnesses.
Power rests in the hands
of powerful people.
And the common man has to endure it.
MANISH BHARDWAJ GETS BAIL.
ALL ACCUSED ACQUITTED
IN JESSICA MURDER CASE.
All accused in the Jessica murder
have been exonerated by the court.
Finally!
The court has stated four
reasons for acquitting them.
The most important one being,
the prime witnesses turned hostile.
All three witnesses had
stated to the police
that they had seen Manish fire.
But in court they denied the same.
Further, the court admitted
the forensic report
as submitted by the
expert, Kuldeep Singh.
Which mentions that the police failed
to produce the murder weapon in court.
And also were unable to prove that both
the bullets were fired by the same gun.
The gun was licensed in the
name of Manish Bhardwaj.
The court further observed
that the police failed to gather the
circumstantial evidence.
All of which could have proved
that Jessica was killed
by Manish Bhardwaj.
We'd like to remind
our viewers that
Manish's father,
Pramod Bhardwaj is a minister
in the Haryana state cabinet.
Mom, the tea is ready.
Mother Goddess, pray for us!
-Say it aloud.
-Mother Goddess!
-Say it aloud!
-Mother Goddess!
-Goddess on the lioness!
-Mother Goddess, pray for us.
-Mother Goddess, pray for us.
-Everyone say it aloud.
-Mother Goddess, pray for us.
-Everyone say it aloud.
-Say it together!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Mother Goddess, bless us!
-Say it with love!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-The Goddess on the lion!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-The Goddess residing on the hill.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Everyone say it together.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Say it with love.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Say it with love.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Everyone say it together.
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
-Hail Mother Goddess!
Gaurav!
Perhaps you didn't understand,
so let me spell this out for you.
You said that when you thought this
was an open-and-shut case, Ms. Celebrity.
What changed?
He shot her, you know it, I know it.
300 witnesses know it and
half of this country knows it.
There is no story!
The court has pronounced "the end."
But why?
This is activism not journalism. Okay?
We are supposed to
provide news and opinions.
Not deliver justice.
We often create news to
spruce up our profile.
We don't think about
what is right or wrong.
Let's face it, you and I,
all of us have done it.
But here's a chance
to make things right.
Or at least, to make an effort.
But now, I think we need dramatics.
Either you let me do this
story or else, fire me.
There's nothing we can do now.
Actually, we can.
Aditi, it's Meera.
-Can you come over?
-Now?
No,when you have some time to spare.
Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.
You're not in a "nine to five"
government job.
Grab a tissue and wipe those tears.
I remember what you said
before the IC-814 hijack.
That witnesses were influenced
in the Jessica case.
He is a model and an actor, right?
Yes, but why?
Why do you always say "no"?
What do our ethics say?
That we should cover our eyes?
If it's wrong, we should ignore it?
To turn a blind eye and sleep peacefully?
No, but they don't endorse
what you want to do.
What do I want to do? Kill someone?
I just want to bring forth the truth.
In my own way.
Who decides if your
way is right or wrong?
Hi, this is Aditi from
Future Films, Mumbai.
May I talk to Vikram, please?
About what?
It's regarding the casting of a film.
Oh, just hold on a second!
Vikram?
There's a call for you from Mumbai.
-Just a minute.
-Come.
Tell him, "don't try this on me."
Okay, anyway...
-Seriously, let's talk about work?
-Yes.
Tell him you don't want his bio-data.
Tell him to speak in Hindi.
What do you want me to say?
Why don't you tell me.
I'm wondering, what do I say?
You could say anything
that could assure her.
I've come a long way to meet you.
And I hope,
I can shoot this film with you.
Shooting's already begun, handsome!
Tell him to deliver a movie dialogue.
Give us a dialogue from a movie.
I don't remember dialogues.
But, since you're talking about Hindi,
I can tell you this.
Hindi and Bengali have
one major difference.
-Okay.
-Don't interrupt, Aditi.
Let him show off his Hindi skills.
What?
-What's the difference, exactly?
-Well...
in Bengali there is no sex.
In Hindi you would say,
"he comes" or "she comes"
But in Bengali it's "he comes"
for both genders.
Oh, so in Hindi "she comes..."
But, in Bengali it would be "he comes."
And he says he doesn't know Hindi!
He can teach Hindi to others.
Aditi, get up and slap him.
Slap him.
Oh, I haven't told her
and I don't think I need to, but
would you have a visa problem?
Visa? No, why?
I meant, due to the case.
No.
No.
Manish had fired the bullet.
The whole world knows it.
Then why doesn't the
world do something about it?
Because nobody can do a damn thing!
You mean, Pramod Bhardwaj?
Weren't you there as well?
If you had to choose between
ten million rupees and death...
what would you do?
I don't want the ten million.
But I don't want death either.
What is truth?
Something that can be proved?
Or the truth itself?
This and many other questions
have arisen in the
Jessica murder case.
Was justice served?
What's the reason that one
by one, all the prime witnesses
retracted their statements?
While all the evidence
seemed to aide the accused.
As I was saying...
Now that's difficult to control.
It's Sabrina, Shankar.
Please accept my sympathy.
But I can't help you.
Try to understand.
Why are you so scared?
It's natural, madam.
Who is threatening you?
I can't spill out the details.
You're smart enough to understand.
-Sir...
-Yes, I'm watching it.
What happened that night?
Everybody knows what happened.
You were there, Shankar, but I wasn't.
But so were 300 other people.
They couldn't do a thing.
And I'm just a waiter.
What did you see?
I said everything in my statement.
Was the police so
incapable and helpless
that they couldn't prove
an open-and-shut case in court?
Was money and power used
to influence justice?
It was a bidding war.
Both sides were ready
to give the said price.
And I readily accepted.
One side dangled a lot
more and I sang their tune.
What are you saying! Really?
I swear.
Can justice be auctioned?
Dad, I'm not stressed out.
It just seems like that on TV.
Promila?
Dad, I can take care of myself.
Promila!
Promila!
Promila!
What is it?
What's wrong, ma'am?
Nothing.
There's someone at the door,
I'll take a look.
Go, make some coffee.
Bitch!
I heard that. Go, make some coffee.
Let's go back.
I was ready to pay a thousand bucks.
But she refused to give me a drink.
Sir, I wanted to fire
two inches from her ear.
You wear spectacles, right?
Yes, sir.
Did you wear them that night?
No, sir.
You have seen the witnesses
admitting that they lied in court.
What was the truth they
were forced not to divulge?
You can now hear the truth.
This is what Manish Bhardwaj had to say
when the police questioned
him about that night.
Sir, I was furious.
I was ready to pay a thousand bucks.
But she refused to give me a drink.
Sir, I wanted to fire
two inches from her ear.
You wear spectacles, right?
Yes, sir.
Did you wear them that night?
No, sir.
So, you wanted to fire
two inches from her ear?
Sir, then an old woman came in.
She screamed, "Why did you shoot her?
Give me the gun!"
Sir, then I fled from there.
I took a ride on a scooter.
Sir, there was a
field behind the motel.
Sir, I was terrified.
Are we supposed to
ignore this bitter truth?
Sabrina... can you increase
the volume a bit?
Let it go, dad.
No, it's not over.
This case has raised questions
for the police, the government
and the legal system.
And we demand answers.
We believe that justice wasn't
delivered in the Jessica case.
We believe that money and power were
instrumental in burying the truth
and tampering with the evidence.
We believe the police failed
miserably in doing their duty.
And in producing
the evidence in court.
We strongly believe this
case deserves to be reopened.
Justice should prevail.
"Justice for Jessica" is
our initiative to demand justice.
For Jessica, her family and all of us.
If you think justice was denied
type "Justice for Jessica"
on your phone and text it to 6688.
We have received a thousand texts
-and calls in 20 minutes.
-What?
Yeah, the phone lines are jammed.
We are getting so many calls.
We're getting calls from all over India.
Calcutta, Hyderabad, Gwalior.
I feel justice was denied.
Police, government, law and order
are mere words in our country.
I have a daughter too.
If they can go Scot free,
anyone else can.
Money and power can't buy everything. No!
Mumbai is also furious with the verdict.
What do you have to say?
Whether it's Delhi or Mumbai,
people are bound to be furious.
He himself has confessed to the crime.
Then why isn't he punished?
This is a matter of law and order.
The common man will either
go to the police or the court.
And if they are not just,
where should we go?
It's true.
It's quite scary and
even more so for women.
We have with us retired
Chief Justice of India, C. N. More.
Sir, the public is angry
with the police, the government
and the legal system.
Well, you see, our legal system
was created by the British in 1860.
And we are following it to this day.
This circus is still going on?
In those times criminals used
to commit a crime and flee
-on a bullock-cart or a horse-cart.
-I don't believe this.
Things are different today.
We have progressed.
What's with you?
Unless we overhaul our legal system...
these things are bound to continue.
And those who can take advantage of this
will continue doing so.
Yes, sir.
Yes, just a minute.
Yes, he's here.
Sir, it's the Chief Minister.
Yes, sir?
Public anger is at a boiling point.
We can't afford to take risk.
The high command
is of the same opinion.
Moreover, it's affecting
the image of the party.
Sir...
trust me.
It's just a gentle breeze,
and it will pass.
It seems more like a storm...
that will destroy all of us.
Sir, at least you should trust--
Do whatever it takes,
but save my Monu.
All of us know who is responsible.
The government may be mute,
but we aren't!
We have to do something,
we can't remain inside our homes.
They got away with Jessica's murder.
Someday they'll get
away with raping one of us.
Just because they have power
and money they can do anything?
Meera, the Middle Finger Protest
from Chandigarh is online.
Terrific name!
My friend and I
thought it would blow everyone away.
It's unbelievable!
We are 15 men and in one voice we say...
-justice for...
-Just-ice for!
No! Justice for...
Just-ice for!
No! Justice for!
Just-ice for!
I'll say it myself,
Justice for Jessica!
The legal system
and the police are helpless.
Why weren't the witnesses protected?
Every democracy needs
witness protection.
To safeguard justice and victims.
Or else witnesses will
continue to be threatened.
Six, six...
eight, eight.
Did it go through?
-Yes, it did.
-Thank you.
Just don't tell Sabrina,
she might get angry.
I won't tell her.
Mr. Shyam Tolani,
can you see the public's rage?
The truth was disguised
as a lie and presented in court.
And the guilty were set free.
Who is guilty
and who is innocent?
What gives you,
the media, the right to decide?
The correct decision
is given by the court.
And the court has done that.
The decision itself was wrong,
Mr. Shyam Tolani.
Why?
Just because you think so?
The evidence,
the witnesses mean nothing to you?
You have tarnished the judicial
system of this great country.
But, sir, people go to
the court for justice.
And who decides whether or not,
justice was delivered?
You?
The media?
Ma'am, you can't park here!
-Where do I park? Do it yourself.
-Ma'am!
The High Court will issue
this press release tomorrow.
They are issuing a Suo Motu
notice to the police.
Seeking an explanation
why the accused were set free.
Wow, this is a major development.
Listen!
Listen to me!
We will reply to
the High Court notice.
-Sir!
-But, sir...
We are appealing to the High Court
against the decision of the lower court.
-Ma'am!
-Sir!
Sir, I have a question.
What if the High Court
dismisses the appeal?
I hope this investigation
does not bury us.
Don't worry.
The public forgets in a little while.
We will take care of the rest.
A martyr's grave is always fresh.
We also know how to
turn martyrs into villains.
Call Sabrina, we need her reaction.
What is it?
I received this text
a few minutes ago.
The day after tomorrow, at 5:00 p.m.
We were so high, man!
And we got him to spend everything.
-Think about it.
-Why do you idiots drink so much?
That's a new text.
-What?
-A text!
What's this?
I got it too.
Isn't she the girl
who got shot at a party?
-It's sad.
-Should we go?
She is very upset,
doesn't want to speak to anyone.
Try again, I'll talk to her.
The entire country is fighting for you
and you don't want to fight anymore?
-No.
-Why not?
Because I already know what you
showed and what the public saw on TV.
I screamed myself hoarse
but nothing came of it.
The police and the
legal system did not help.
Nor can you do anything!
My sister was murdered,
then my mom passed away.
Dad is in the hospital.
I have been caught up with the police,
evidence and court cases for so long!
A normal life which every
normal girl experiences.
Perhaps, I'll have to beg for it too.
I want to live but I can't.
I am tired of running around
the police and the courts.
You don't want to fight anymore
because you're fed up?
Are you watching a movie
that you're fed up
and you want to walk away?
Since when is this
your personal battle?
She was your sister.
Not mine and or of the thousands
who are fighting out there.
Do you even know what the
public is doing for your sister?
We have received more than
two hundred thousand messages.
And everyday we get thousands more.
These messages will be
taken to the President of India.
The pressure is rising.
On the police and the judiciary.
On the entire establishment.
And you want to walk away
just because you're fed up,
you're 28, you don't have a boyfriend,
and you don't have a normal life?
The candlelight march is
tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.
You have to be there.
And he said,
"Amitabh Bachchan's shameless imitator!"
Motherfucker!
Stop!
You're smiling?
Bloody scoundrel!
-Go faster!
-You rascal!
Go faster!
How dare you touch her!
How dare you touch her!
-Jess, let him go.
-How dare you touch her, rascal!
-Let him go.
-Let him go?
-Go and touch your mother!
-I lost my balance on the cycle.
-Jess!
-I will teach you a lesson.
-That's enough.
-You lost your balance?
-Jess, let go of him!
-You think you can get away?
-Why are you hitting him?
-I am sorry.
-Go apologize to your mother!
-Jess!
You scoundrel!
How dare you touch her!
-Are you crazy?
-Jess, enough!
You scoundrel!
-Bloody hell!
-She is insane!
-Running away now?
-Let him go!
-Try and touch me!
-Jess, let him go.
Have you lost it?
You want to let him go?
Jess, forget it, let him go!
"Forget it?"
Idiot, stop being a nerd!
This is Delhi,
you have to learn to fight.
Today it was just a touch,
someday it could be rape.
Learn to stand up for yourself.
"Forget it?"
In pain
The heart cries out
A prayer
Prayer
That is balm to my pain
You should've recognised
that bastard in court!
It could've been me
instead of Jessica.
I did, didn't I?
I told them what I saw.
I confessed to what I saw.
If the court doesn't believe it,
how is it my fault?
Despair pleads at the Lord's door
Why doesn't joy reign?
What are your comments being Delhi's CM?
From what I've heard and seen,
I feel justice was denied.
As a woman, it saddens me even more.
Bow your head
Say a prayer
Speak up
Without saying a word
Without moving your lips
Call out call out
Has your party pressured
you into resigning?
Absolutely not.
There's no pressure at all.
Goodbye.
Despair pleads at the Lord's door
Why doesn't joy reign?
Everything feels like a punishment
Our days, our nights
Mr. President, what do you
have to say about the Jessica case?
We have to give it a lot of thought
if we need to overhaul
our judicial system.
So that those who seek justice,
aren't denied of it.
Some serious questions have been raised.
The fact is, nobody has the right
to make the judiciary look like a joke.
What's your opinion, Ma'am?
What you call prayer
It's not just to heal the wounds
It's not just to heal the wounds
It's also strength,
It's also revolution
It's also a path to get justice
The person...
for whom you are here...
I am here for her as well.
Let's pray together
Despair pleads at the Lord's door
Why doesn't joy reign?
These days of pain seem infinite
That evening, I saw India
come together for the third time.
It felt as if they had suffered injustice.
And Jessica was talking through them.
Sabrina wasn't alone and helpless,
the entire nation was with her.
It was fighting for her.
The public raised its voice.
They were asking the same question.
And someone had to give an answer.
Speak up
In pain
The heart cries out
A prayer
You won, Sabrina.
The High Court has
issued a press release.
The High Court accepted the appeal
by the police against
the lower court judgment.
The case is being fast-tracked.
This case raised serious questions.
The High Court
would like a rehearing of this case.
The High Court has issued...
non-bailable warrants
against the accused.
And the hearing of this case...
The High Court
will fast-track this case.
And will hold its
hearings on a daily basis.
To ensure that justice is delivered.
And delivered soon.
But just when I had begun to accept
that Delhi only belongs to the powerful
the power was snatched by those
to whom it rightfully belongs.
The people.
The Supreme Court
held Manish Bhardwaj guilty
for Jessica's murder.
He was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Vishal Rastogi and Lucky Singh
were sentenced for four years each.
Last year, Sabrina's father passed away.
She still manages her travel agency.