Legalese becomes theatre. Courtrooms appear like arenas where reputations are remade and memory is a malleable thing. Lawyers string together clauses the way musicians play scales, and witnesses swing between defiance and fatigue. Public outrage is a pressure cooker: headlines, protests, the inevitable parliamentary questions. But the show also teaches a subtler lesson—how the machinery of state, built for order, is beset not only by criminals but by entropy: poor oversight, siloed departments, human error. Those fissures are the scaffolding on which the grand plan was built.