Rohit?
You know the problem with lawyers?
They fool themselves into thinking they’re the world’s biggest geniuses.
Coupled with attitude that they can never make a mistake.
In simpler words...
They're arrogant to the core.
Rohit, you know what your first mistake was?
Wife. Missing.
You filed the complaint a little too early.
I suspected you the moment you stepped into the station.
Because you were neatly dressed.
Hair combed.
Clothes ironed.
That day, you weren’t sad.
Thank you, Sir.
You were in character, pretending.
Later, when I came home.
What brings you here?
Your house didn’t feel like a crime scene.
It was too clean.
I smelled a chemical.
Not something ordinary.
That made my suspicion on you even stronger.
But then you were grieving.
Seeing that, I almost believed you.
Man, what an actor you are!
A really good one.
- This isn't my Meera. - My police instinct woke up then.
What’s happening and what happened were different.
As if God granted you a wish, you had an accident.
The doctor had one story at the hospital.
We've done the MRI scan. The reports are normal.
The nurse had another.
He’s behaving like he remembers nothing.
You were putting up an act to gain everybody's sympathy.
But there was more.
Not just the police, you wanted to fool the judiciary too.
Aditi was in on the investigation with me.
But that coffee table at your home…
Revealed all your secrets.
Wood remembers everything.
Blood is as stubborn as you.
Either Meera is dead or you’ve hidden her.
That much I knew.
I had proof to suspect you, not enough to arrest you.
And that was when the idea struck me.
The best officer on my team -
Shruthi Vydehi.
Shruthi had only one objective.
To confuse and manipulate you into spilling the truth.
Hi, Rohit.
How are you?
Don't you recognise me?
Rohit, it's our memories.
I’m willing to do so much for our family, for you.
Let’s book the scan today.
Sir, I've never shared this with Rohit.
Go home and rest.
I really am your Meera.
Rohit.
That's when we realised we had to find another way to prove it.
- Along with the proof... - We needed your confession.
I noticed you were struggling.
Fake! It's all fake, Sir!
Our plan was working.
I remember everything but her face.
Go to a mental institute.
Yet, the two of us kept monitoring you.
Wait right here.
Shruthi, what happened?
She’s even changed my Instagram photos.
My husband’s not in the right state of mind.
You’ve already had an accident.
God knows what you’ll get into next.
We messed with your head.
But you didn’t break as soon as we thought.
That’s when Aditi showed us the way.
I have an idea to speed up your plan.
By the time you read this, we'll be in Chicago.
I'm taking Tara.
Appa, let me go!
Tara, she's not your mother!
- Tara! - Come here!
Because my wife is dead.
Your time was up.
We found your motive.
But we needed your confession.
The story’s simple.
She found out you were cheating on her.
Your name, career and reputation would’ve been ruined.
Rohit.
You know the most painful part of all this?
Your daughter, Tara.
We put in a lot of effort to get her involved in this act of ours.
But do you know why she agreed?
"My father’s a very good man."
"He wouldn’t have done anything wrong. I know that!"
She said yes just to prove us wrong.
This is very sad, Rohit.
Very sad.
The truth my daughter knew…
If my wife Meera...
and you two had known, I wouldn’t be here today.
You shouldn't have involved my daughter in this.
You really shouldn't have.
Anyway...
First of all...
I salute you.
For an inspector like you, in a small town like Madikeri,
to conduct such an investigation… I never imagined.
You’ve really kept yourself updated.
AI.
Face swap.
You even hacked my Instagram.
Once this case is done...
I’ll use my contacts to get you transferred for a better post at CID in Bengaluru.
And you...
Shruthi.
Truth is, I fell for you these past few days.
Your concern for me.
Your love.
Every time you called me "My husband!"
I hadn’t felt that in years.
Thank you.
It felt good.
But your investigation...
Won’t hold in court.
I'm sorry.
Don't get it?
You won't. Not your fault.
The reason I filed the complaint first was...
If not me, someone else would have.
Then you would have suspected me even more.
That night you came, I was actually very scared.
Come on in.
I saw you deliberately drop the key and sniff around my table.
That’s when I took my acting up a notch.
I.. I'm very tensed.
I realised you were still suspecting me.
That is not Meera, Sir.
That night, when you said you’d drop Aditi...
I'll drop her on my way home. Don't worry.
That helped me a lot.
Yes.
I wasn't in an accident.
I staged one myself.
My plan was to derail your investigation by pretending I’d lost my memory.
- Rohit. - This is your wife.
She is my sister.
That day, when you brought her and claimed she was my wife...
I didn’t know what to do.
So I created a scene to buy myself more time.
But from the next day, I knew how to turn your game to my advantage.
Funny thing is, none of you realised it.
She’s not my wife, Sir.
Listen, we've already verified. Siddappa, show him.
You openly told me and showed me those fake identity cards.
The two of you even opened the locker at my house.
I came to your station and used your phone to...
Rohit.lawyer84 is my ID.
I made you unlock my hacked Instagram account.
You didn't do any of this.
I made you both do it.
I kept coming to you with questions.
How was Tara born?
I knew very well that Aditi was allergic to cinnamon.
I quietly watched to see how far you’d take this game.
Ms. Shruthi, remember how scared you were?
Sir, let’s do a DNA test.
In a registered missing case, you can’t order a DNA test without court approval.
But I made you agree to it and do it.
With her, I thought if I really pretended to be her husband, she’d stop acting.
Stop it! I'm not Meera!
Just when I thought that was the end of your game...
Start pretending!
I realised you wouldn’t let me go so easily.
I’ll keep looking until I find it.
So, I started preparing some witnesses.
He told me you brought another woman, claiming she was his wife.
I went two steps ahead knowing you'd do everything possible to throw me in a cell.
Can you get a copy of the FIR and send it to me?
So, I already had my anticipatory bail ready.
She's my daughter, Sir!
You did exactly what I expected.
You may have a confession.
A motive too.
But, you have no case.
Want me to prove it?
First, Bhairava Sir, this report you gave me.
What are these photographs in it?
You've swapped someone’s face using AI?
Like you did at my place on the wedding album,
wall portraits, her birth and marriage certificate?
This could be the same, right?
Oh. The chats.
There's a lot of sexting going here?
Are these yours and your wife's chats?
Did you just paste my name on top?
Like I said before, you're good at Photoshop.
Maybe you did all this.
So all this is useless.
Here's what will happen in court.
"Your Honour, this case is between my client Rohit and the State."
"This inspector from Madikeri has accused my client of committing murder."
"It's a baseless charge, Your Honour."
Even a second-year LLB student knows what 'Corpus Delicti' means.
It has three key elements.
One. The client says his wife is missing, while the police claim she's dead.
"There’s no proof of that, Your Honour."
"Two. They claim it was murder."
"There’s no proof of that either, Your Honour."
"Three. Even if it was murder, the police accuse my client of committing it."
"No proof of that either, Your Honour."
"All they have is suspicion on my client."
What do you think, Bhairava Sir?
With all your experience, do you think this will stand?
Yeah?
Oh right, the confession.
Madam claimed to have my confession.
The public prosecutor will definitely use it.
He'll say, "Your Honour, we have a confession."
"Rohit, could you please tell the judge what you confessed?"
Your Honour...
I went to them to complaint that my wife's gone missing.
They started suspecting me, Your Honour.
In the cell, they...
They physically tortured me.
It was him and his constable, Siddappa.
They beat me up a lot, Your Honour.
They beat me and kept insisting that I was the one who killed.
When I refused to accept that...
They brought this woman in and started telling me that she was my wife.
Your Honour, this woman here.
She abused me emotionally.. And sexually, Your Honour.
They started threatening to take my daughter away
and give her away to someone, Your Honour.
Only for my daughter, I...
I signed on everything they showed me. This is what happened, Your Honour.
Please find me my wife, Your Honour.
I beg you!
You saw that?
"This is the truth, Your Honour."
"BNS section 29."
"Forceful confession."
"Here’s what they’ve done."
"A woman went missing during the peak tourist season in Madikeri."
"So they decided to wrap up the case by accusing him of murder."
"Also, there’s another person."
"Shruthi."
But to me, you’ll always be Meera.
Why did you get into this mess?
You’re young, beautiful, and had a bright future ahead.
You listened to him and ruined your career, huh?
My client Rohit came to the station to file an FIR saying his wife was missing.
What’s the point if you decide to go in as his wife?
What sort of case have you built, Sir?
Tell me what sections I should file a case against you under?
Section number 166, 303, 351.
All these three sections…
I’ll add a few more along with them, can’t recall right now.
These cases will be filed not just in Madikeri.
Madikeri, Mysuru and Bengaluru. All three places.
All your life, you'll regret having pretended to be Rohit's wife.
Mysuru to Bengaluru, Bengaluru to Madikeri.
You'll be running around with papers in hand.
Also, Bhairava Sir...
Make sure you file the case tomorrow, okay?
By noon, I'll get my client Rohit out of court.
This case has no merit, Sir.
It'll be dismissed right away. No plea. No need for bail.
Such is your investigation.
As you know, the law has only two options.
Guilty. Not guilty.
As your lawyer, how about I offer you the 'Not guilty' option?
Yeah? Here is a deal.
Let me and my daughter leave Madikeri.
As for the complaint I filed to find my wife...
Just keep that case file among all the others here.
That she's gone missing.
That’s all you have to do.
I shall take my daughter away.
I'll take good care of her.
We'll lead a happy life.
You too can lead a happy life with your wife and children.
I shall wish that you get a good husband.
This is my deal. Think about it.
Until then, I'm still married.
And my wife is still missing.
The case is still in your station.
Keep thinking while I rest in the cell.
Siddappa!
Open the cell, I'll sleep for a while.
Tara!
You shouldn’t have made this mistake.
Rohit, where are you taking her? Let her go!
- Tara, come with me. - Appa, let me go!
Because my wife is dead. And that is why.
I killed her myself.
Meera is dead and I killed her.
So, you finally confessed, eh?
Yeah?
You finally did confess.
- Siddappa! - Sir?
- Take him and put him in the jeep. - Sure, Sir.
Sir, my daughter Tara...
Get lost from here!
Tara!