Mithya (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Maine Dekhi Hai Uski Mrityu - full transcript

So, tell me.
What happened that night?

How rude, Juhi.

No hi, no hello...

...straight to the question.

Stop wasting time.

This meeting time is limited.

I don't think you're in a position
to call the shots.

Fine.

Consider this meeting over.

I am the sole witness.

From behind the palm trees,
I witnessed his death.



UNTRUTH

[bed squeaking]

[Neil grunts]

[Juhi moans]

Ten minutes, Juju. Lie still.

Not literally ten minutes...
around ten minutes.

Juju, please.

I feel it in my gut this time.

I'm sure this was the one.

By the clock, ten minutes.

[timer ticking]

[distant thunder rumbling]

[birds chirping]

[cat meows]



Oh, shit.

[Juhi] 'Oh, shit.'

[thunder rumbling]

- [Student 1] Morning, Ma'am.
- Good morning.

- [Student 2] Good morning, Ma'am.
- Morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Science and history

are either true or false.

But in literature...

the scope of truth
is wide and divided.

SCIENCE AND LITERATURE

But what's interesting is

that two great texts
of Hindi literature

have now entered
the realm of history.

One person's truth
is another person's lie.

And so, your last submission
of this term is,

"Truth, Fact and Fiction."

[Juhi] 'It's a sensitive subject,
so think hard before writing.'

And feel free to come with queries.

And yes, this is your first semester,
so please fill your evaluation forms.

And please. Attach a
passport-size photo.

Not a selfie.

- [students laugh]
- [bell ringing]

- Morning, Vishal sir.
- [Vishal] Morning.

- How was class?
- Good.

- By the way, I've quit red meat.
- Huh?

So you're treating me to chicken.

I hope your calendar is clear
next week?

Deepali and I are planning
to interview you next week.

The HoD position is confirmed.

It's just a formality.

And then you will treat me.

- Really?
- Yes.

You're the best candidate we have.

Deepali herself suggested your name.

And your credentials and heritage.

Being HoD is in your blood.

Really?

So, will I get this promotion
for being a good professor?

Or for being
Professor Tyagi's daughter?

You'll get it because you're
a great professor and a scholar, Juhi.

And I'm really sorry if I've
suggested anything otherwise.

You know that I even changed
my name after marriage.

Only so that I don't have
to take advantage of my dad's name.

And that's why, after achieving English
Honours, you proceeded to pursue Hindi.

In spite of? Vishal.

I love Hindi.

I know. And I really admire you
for always sticking with your choices.

I wish I had done the same.

Why? Didn't you want to teach English?

That doesn't matter when you're in college.

The question always is,
"What does she want to study?"

Are you flirting with me,
Mr. Vishal Mehra?

Totally.

I always had this thing for flirting
with professors, especially HoDs.

So I'm going to let you go this time
because I'm not one.

Yet!

Alright...

My destination has arrived.

So, shall I leave?

'Leaving' is the most
dreaded word in the Hindi language.

But go...
so that you can return.

And now you're not stealing from one
but two poets.

Kedar Nath Singh
and Naresh Saxena.

And that is beyond plagiarism.

Plagiarism is the most dreaded word
in literature.

And you accused me of it so easily.

[Vishal] 'Juhi...'

- I forgot one thing.
- What?

[Juhi moaning]

[water running]

You asked for me?

[Juhi] 'Yes, come in.'

You wanted to talk about my essay?

How did you like it?

Rhea.

Umrao Jaan and Begum Hazrat Mahal...

"A revolt within."

It's a great take on feminism.

And also a good debate
on literature and history.

Interesting. Really interesting.

Thank you.

In fact, after reading this,
I also read...

...the essay you submitted
for your entrance exam.

[Juhi] 'Tagore and Bengali literature.
A discussion.'

It's quite informative but...

[Juhi] 'it's not really literature.'

'This...'

This...

This is an epic
compared to your earlier essay.

After the first semester,
there's a natural progression, ma'am.

But... No, I'm glad you like it
and think it's woke.

Yeah, it's very woke.

Did you take help
to write this?

I'm sorry?

Are you accusing me of cheating?

- I'm asking you.
- No.

Fine.

I'm sure you have
the supporting notes?

Of course.

But I forgot to carry them.

I reminded you on mail, didn't I?

I was getting the notes...

I couldn't find them
and then I was getting late...

You couldn't find them or you
forgot to carry them?

I couldn't find them.

See, Rhea.

If there is something
you want to tell me.

Right now is the time.

You might not get another opportunity.

I have nothing more to say.

Plagiarism is the most dreaded word
in literature.

And yet you found it so easy
to accuse me.

With all due respect, ma'am.

Please refrain from accusing me
any further.

Or I will consider it an abuse
of your position.

What?

R-Rhea...

RHEA RAJGURU

Yes, and I made coconut sweets
for this auspicious occasion.

I'll call you back.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- Please upload this. Thanks.

[Clerk] 'Ma'am?'

I've made coconut sweets today.

Wow.

Thanks.

Ma'am, it's 100 rupees for a box.

Oh.

It's fine, you can pay me later.
Tomorrow?

No, why tomorrow?

I'm sure everybody else
paid today, right?

Here you go.

Can you give me that?

Sure.

Same rules for everyone.

Thanks.

[notification alert]

[Juhi] 'And match!'

Good game.

Good game, huh?

Were you playing
or venting out your frustration?

You're my friend. Deal with it.

Hey. You're married now, ask your husband
to deal with it.

It's me who's dealing with him.

Tell me more, what's the news?

You're the one currently in the news.

Why are you messing
with Rajguru's daughter?

I'm teaching her integrity.

And that's my job.

You won't have one
if you go on like this.

What's wrong?

Your fertility treatment
is making you hormonal, right?

F**k you.

- I was kidding.
- Unbelievable.

- Another game?
- No, I'm going home.

See you. Bye.

It's well-written.

- But next time, submit it on time, okay?
- Yes, ma'am.

You have given me a fail grade.

We spoke about this.

We didn't speak, you did.

Even the other day,
I was trying to tell you...

that I can't speak but I can write.

Why don't you get it?

I do get it.

Your tears.

They convince me
that you have not written this essay.

To write about brave women,
you need to be brave yourself.

Not a damsel in distress.

Please. Please stop judging me.

My tears, my silence, my tardiness...

These are personality flaws,
not academic.

The scope of truth
is wide and divided.

Isn't that what you taught us?

Isn't your truth different
behind closed doors?

W-What do you mean?

You know exactly what I am
talking about.

You know, you're always in two minds?

You fidget with your wedding ring...

Wondering whether to wear it.

You hold a glass of water,
wondering whether to drink it.

You can give all the lectures
you want in class, Juhi ma'am.

But you don't fool me.

Just like me, you too are trying
to prove to the world

that your father has no credit
in your success.

You are your own truth.

Right?

Rhea, the truth is...

that you've secured admission
in this college

because your father is a trustee.

I can think so too, right?

One comes across a lot of
filth in life.

But we try to avoid it.

We don't carry the filth home.

Hmm?

And if you really like filth...

then write an essay on it.

It will be your own
and you will clear the test.

- I'm going to take this up with...
- Enough.

Stop.

Here. Take this.

Eat some coconut sweets.

They'll sweeten your bitter tongue.
And they'll definitely shut you up.

Out!

Brat.

There is no such thing as original.

As I always say,
it is not an argument...

It's a movement.

Absolutely, that's what I've been trying
to explain to your daughter.

But that's about taking an idea forward.

Copying someone's idea...

That's a totally different thing.

She's definitely copied this essay.

- Proof?
- Proof?

Look...

Both sides of the argument
have merit, right?

But I'm sorry, Juju, in this case...

I'm going to take your father's side.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

The decision was a bit harsh.

I mean, fail grade is one thing.

But, plagiarism?

What does Deepali say?

I don't know... I've not spoken
to her about it yet.

I don't think she would want
to lose a rich patron.

I mean, you do know, right?
That she's Rajguru's daughter.

Yes, and I'm hoping Mr. Rajguru
sees some sense.

I am trying to teach his daughter.

Same rules for everyone, right?

You're giving his daughter a fail grade.

I'm teaching her integrity.

We professors call that education.

When the father is making
large donations...

It's better if we give his daughter
just education.

No, Papa?

- Here, I'll help you.
- Thank you.

When is your interview
for the HoD position, dear?

I think I'd better speak
to Deepali before that.

She has often invited me for
events and...

I've always obliged.

I think that'll be really cool.

No, Papa, I don't think
that's a good idea.

[Anand] 'Why?'

I don't want to get the HoD position
based on any bias.

If you have the time,
please read my manuscript?

I'd really appreciate that.

With pleasure.

I'm sure it's wonderful even though...

- Reading in Hindi is going to kill me.
- [Neil laughs]

- I'm only kidding.
- [Sudha] 'Okay.'

Just concentrate on your book.

Forget these foolish students.

[Sudha] 'Hey!'

It's her job to look after
the students, Nandu.

If every professor starts taking
their difficult students personally

then when will they teach?

Or she teach...

See, that's the problem
with this language that you chose.

Why isn't there a neutral gender
in Hindi?

By the way, you're coming
for the founders day party, right, Papa?

Oh no. After retirement,
I now only belong to your Lordship.

[Sudha] 'As you should.'

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood.

[Sudha] 'They flash upon the inward eye.'

That is the bliss of solitude.

And then my heart with pleasure fills.

And dances with the daffodils.

[Sudha laughing]

Ma'am, I worked really hard
on that essay but...

Juhi.

Come.

Rhea is here to talk about her essay.

I was telling ma'am
that you didn't like my essay.

It's not about whether I like it or not.

It's about vishwasniyata.

Sorry, what is it about?

Exactly.

It means integrity.

Sorry, ma'am, my spoken Hindi
is not that great.

That's perhaps why I stay quiet
in class.

Honestly, I feel like an outcast.

I know the other students
mock my language.

But I didn't think that...

I didn't think Juhi ma'am
would judge me too.

Rhea.

Don't make this about anything else.

This is clearly a case of cheating.

But I did not cheat, ma'am,
I swear.

And it's not only about this time.

Ma'am, you always ignore me in class.

I think she has a problem
with my surname...

Excuse me.

What are you making this about?

Please, ma'am, I beg of you.

I have nothing but respect for you.

The other day too,
I didn't come there intentionally.

It was accidental, ma'am.

Please don't take revenge for that day.

Which day?

That day when...

Let it be.

Juhi ma'am has the right
to be who she wants to be.

But then, so do I. No?

I know I'm not the usual Hindi types.

But I love the language.

And I was so happy that
a bilingual teacher like you

would teach me.

Ma'am, I'm not lying,
I worked very hard on that essay.

I did not cheat, ma'am, I swear.

Okay. Our review committee
is going to look into this.

Okay?

[Deepali] 'Go back to your classes now.'

Thank you, ma'am.

- It's all an act.
- Okay.

She's clearly lying.

Even if that is the case.

This is Gen-Z, Juhi.

We have to deal with them differently.

And it's true. Her classmates must
be mocking her.

Because of who her father is.

Juhi...

We are teachers.

Our job is to teach the subject
and study the student.

Hmmm?

[Juhi] 'What a brat!
What a f**king rich entitled brat!'

'What attitude.'

Deepali will handle her, come on.

She owes papa. You come here.

You know, the review committee
will see right through her.

The language of this essay
is so not her.

Forget it.

Come here, please.

[Neil] 'Come.'

No. It looks too uncomfortable.

Really?

You're the one who bought this.

To cosy up, remember?

I don't feel romantic right now, Neil.

Just come.

Or Bhaisaab here has begun
to believe

that he and I are a couple.

[Neil] 'He's always lying next to me.'

You look cute together.

No, we look cuter on this.

So, please come.

No.

Let's do one thing.

Let's get rid of this couch.

We need to make space anyway.
For the baby furniture?

And on that note...

Let me show you this.

Look at this cot.

Isn't it cute?

This is what you've been doing?

I thought you were working
on the proposal for your grant.

I'm multi-tasking.

Alright.

Show me the essay.

Okay. Let's take a look at this.

What's this?

[Juhi] 'A juhi flower.'

She sketches it on every page.

- She's a fan of your's, Juju.
- Come on.

Students do get obsessed

with professors.
You know that, right?

Right. Do they get obsessed
with you too?

I wish.

I'm going to go and take a shower

while you finish reading this.

Okay.

[knock on the door]

Come in.

S-Sorry...

Give it in writing.

You're mocking me too now.

Ronnie, there are two kinds
of people in the world.

Those who open doors.

And those who shut open doors.

The second kind of people
are called f***ers.

And you're not one of them.

Or so I hope.

Are you?

'Fool'.

'F***er' means something else.

And what would you like to be?

Fool or f***er?

It's proven that I'm not a fool.

B.A. Hindi. Certified.

And the f***er certificate,
I will give you.

Deal?

R-Rhea, here are your notes.

I had to look hard for them...

A-and I've changed the bulb too.

Now you can study well.

Thank you, Ronnie.

What would I do without you?

If it wasn't for you...

There would have been no Ronnie.

I would have remained Arun.

Can you do something else for me?

Sure.

Can you get me Juhi Adhikari's address?

Please?

[Juhi] 'Okay, Mr. Professor.'

You, me...

Some wine, Bhaisaab...

And our love seat.

[Sufi song playing]

Now that you've quit your medicines,
why don't you quit this wine too?

I've quit my medicines,
that's why I need this.

So, did you read it?

Yes.

This girl is a genius.

Really?

Only if she has written this.

- [thudding sound]
- [dogs barking]

Save your opinion till you
read the rest of her work.

Bhaisaab.

Hello.

Hello?

[crickets chirping]

Who was it?

Uhh... the wind, I think.

We're meeting
the doctor tomorrow.

Let's ask her,
alcohol or no alcohol.

Tomorrow?

You forgot? Again?

Baby, can you get
another appointment?

We've already rescheduled it three times.

Juju, you want this baby too, right?
I mean...

Alright, fine. I won't drink.
Happy?

I love you.

I love you.

[Bhaisaab meows]

[cameras clicking]

[footsteps]

What do you think?

Are you carrying a raincoat
or an umbrella?

No, sir.

Well. Visibility is low.

And it's quite foggy.

I'm sure it's going to rain.

I'm talking about the
Neil Adhikari murder case.

Oh. I feel bad.

That's how you feel
when someone dies.

- Juhi Adhikari...
- ...is alive.

At the crime scene,
only the dead body holds the truth.

Everyone is a suspect.

Statistically, in such cases...

...it's often the spouses
who turn out to be the murderers.

And they're also the ones
who make the most noise.

Women, I tell you.