(song playing)
You all must have been to Darjeeling.
In 1815, during the British rule...
Dr. Arthur Campbell founded this hill station.
After independence, this was like a cheap foreign trip for the rich.
For masses today...
...this is probably the cheapest colonial getaway.
Though eateries for the middle-class, traditional population are many...
...the old British feel still lingers.
Sharda, two loaves of white bread.
(song playing)
-Hi! -Hi!
-Good morning, Tony. -Hello, hello.
-Happy birthday. -Ah, hello!
-You're coming over this evening, right? -Of course.
Ranjan told me. And the cake is my responsibility.
So please don't buy the cake. I'm bringing it.
I won't buy anything. I'll just get drunk.
-Of course. -Can I have a picture, please?
Sure, I'll take it. Please come.
Please.
Let me introduce you to the characters in this story.
The girl behind the camera...
is a local teacher.
Her name is Sheela.
My closest friend in Darjeeling...
and my Nepali teacher.
(song playing)
Hmm... Slightly high.
You need to control your alcohol intake.
My heart beats faster when I see you, Neema.
It has nothing to do with any kind of alcohol.
Let me check your blood sugar levels.
Hey!
(song playing)
Hey, stop it! This is a hospital.
Uff!
A place where sick people get cured. And for today, I'm completely cured.
Happy birthday.
Oh, so you remember?
Very little brandy at tonight's party.
-Hmm... -I've told Ranjan.
Red meat not allowed. I'll get chicken roast.
And Gurung knows what else needs to be done.
Okay?
And oh...
I don't have a gift for you.
-You're the greatest gift of my life. -What the hell!
Dr. Neema Pradhan.
The general physician at the hospital here.
Last year I suffered a head injury while covering a rally at Gorkhaland.
She had stitched my wound.
A good doctor.
I've heard rumours about her and Tony Roy's affair.
(song playing)
Bob Das.
A famous national-level footballer.
Now at 36, he no longer plays.
After taking charge of the oldest orphanage in Darjeeling...
...he's their full-time PE teacher.
-Good morning, Bob. -Yeah.
Very good morning. How are you?
-How's your school doing? -All good, sir.
-I'm very, very proud of you, Bob. -But why?
First, you're Bengal's pride.
And second, you've taken charge of the oldest orphanage here.
If this was Great Britain...
...you'd be knighted.
Actually, sir, I do whatever pleases my heart.
And for that you must attend my party today.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry! Happy birthday to you.
Sheela had told me.
-But it slipped out of my mind. -I don't care what Sheela said.
You're my special guest.
Sorry, sir but I...
...can't adjust well at parties.
To hell with the party!
You're a sportsman. You drink, right?
Listen, Bob.
I've decided to donate to your orphanage.
Oh, thank you, sir.
If you're not at the party...
...no donation.
(song playing)
This story began way before me.
And I had the smallest role in it.
(song playing)
Good morning.
Ah, there you are.
I was wondering when you'll catch me.
You pray here every morning, right?
That's why you lie in wait here every day.
True, I'm in Darjeeling only for you.
-Bijoy, I read your script. -Hmm.
-It's a very good script. -Thank you.
Satyajit Ray's "Kanchenjunga" was the last good film on Darjeeling.
But I'm really sick of the film world.
I'm here only for my ancestral property.
Otherwise...
It scares me. Too chaotic for me.
-But sir-- -But sir...
If you come to my party today, I can give you a second thought.
Of course.
Today's your 66th birthday.
I'll attend even if you turn down my script.
Today's a historic day for all of us. No doubt about it.
Sir! Can I please take a picture of you both?
See? Both of us.
That means you're historic too, Bijoy Mukherjee.
Here, let me take your picture with him.
Oh, no! You have to be there too.
(song playing)
Bijoy Mukherjee.
An upcoming Bengali film director.
All four of his films were super hit.
He's been in Darjeeling for a while because he wants to make a film with Tony Roy.
(song playing)
This is a story about a murder.
A murder mystery.
(song playing)
Bring that bastard!
Put him in jail.
No, dammit--
Hey, good morning.
Morning.
I would visit you anyway.
I'm the one it concerns...
so I had to come over.
What's with the formality?
It's not just your concern.
This is news.
The 66th birthday of a celebrity like you.
You're Darjeeling's pride.
This should be a big story.
Nonsense!
The Bengali film industry has forgotten me.
Only the Bengali film industry?
From Hindi to Hollywood...
From Satyajit Ray to Roland Joffe.
It's a big deal.
Tonight's liquor is on me.
No, sir.
Ranjan, Sheela and Dr. Pradhan arranged everything for the party.
I won't trust anyone with the spirit.
You have to drink the brandy I choose.
Your single malt won't do.
Excuse me.
(song playing)
Darjeeling's newly appointed Deputy Superintendent of Police.
Subhankar Banerjee.
A good guy.
I've met him a few times for my work.
From my experience in journalism, I can say...
...he's honest.
(song playing)
Can you ask your driver...
to drop me to the bungalow?
Of course.
Finish your tea.
I'll drop you on my way to Jorebungalow.
(song playing)
The main character of this story...
is a former super star of Bengali film industry.
Mr. Tony Roy.
But because I don't really watch films...
...I didn't know him well.
(song playing)
Gurung, my breakfast.
(song playing)
Where have you been?
I've already had two cups of tea.
Gurung's at the market.
You want some tea?
No.
Cancel the party.
What do you mean?
My mood is ruined.
I don't need to hide anything from you.
You're an old friend.
My neighbour.
Where did this come from?
Hmm...
More importantly...
how did it get into my pocket?
Where did you go?
Well...
The usual walk.
Then...
I met footballer Bob Das behind Mall Road.
Then that filmmaker... What's his name...Bijoy.
Met Sheela at Glenary's...
-Subhankar at his place... -That means...
Someone at Glenary's must have put it into your pocket.
Hmm.
But why?
You're a famous man.
You have no dearth of enemies.
As if you've never got crank calls before.
I'm sure this is Jaiswal's doing.
You haven't returned his money.
I thought I'd sell it all off.
What will I do with so many bungalows? Roma isn't here half the time.
But then I decided not to.
Ancestral property, after all.
And I said I'll give his money back.
Forget it. They're just empty threats.
No need to take them so seriously.
Tell me...
Is not paying someone back...
...a punishable crime?
A lot of things are punishable these days.
Smoking in public is a crime too now.
Just forget about it.
Listen, everything's ready.
Your favourite egg fritters for snacks.
And I'll make the chilli pork myself.
Don't listen to Dr. Neema for today. Let's have a feast!
Let's go.
What's the matter?
Come on, let's go.
(song playing)
Ranjan Ganguly.
Writer.
Shot to fame with detective fiction.
He settled in Darjeeling about a year ago.
Tony Roy's neighbour and friend.
(song playing)
And this is me. Amitabha Banerjee.
Reporter at Mumbai News for four years.
Then I lost my job.
Now I’m the Darjeeling correspondent for a Kolkata-based newspaper.
(song playing)
Brush your teeth, god dammit!
Do you know what time it is?
I function on Mumbai time.
Late night, late morning.
Please make some coffee.
Eh! Get yourself a help.
And please learn Nepali.
It's been four years.
Let me.
What's the point anyway?
My Nepali teacher is always busy with something else.
Yeah because I have work.
I'm going to the terrace.
(humming)
Hey, it's Sunday.
I have online classes.
Hey, do you know Tony Roy?
Who Tony?
Film star Tony Roy.
It's his 66th birthday.
He's having a party at home. Want to cover it?
"Dincho."
Film star?
Rubbish! I know nothing about these things.
So I'll give you the details.
He worked with Satyajit Ray.
Went to the Oscars because he worked with Polanski.
Your newspaper will love it.
-Polanski... -Hmm.
And you'll be going as my special guest.
Listen, have the patties I got for you from Glenary's.
I'm going out now. I'll be back by 6:30 p.m.
But why is a film star so pally with my Nepali teacher?
Because your Nepali teacher happens to be a VIP in Darjeeling.
Please rinse your mouth, dude!
Disgusting! I'll be back at 6:30, okay?
(song playing)
Please stop this madness.
Listen, Neema. I can't take this anymore.
Either leave that old guy or divorce me.
I'm going to Siliguri.
(song playing)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Someone I didn't invite is here today.
Sheela invited him.
And he happens to be a journalist.
To enter my house...
...he has to pass a test.
A simple game.
It's a very harmless game, Amitabha.
Will you play?
Yeah, sure.
Then give me the camera.
You can't take photos anymore.
Just concentrate on the game.
Suppose...
I invited everyone to my party...
...to carry out a carefully planned murder.
You have to figure out who I'll kill.
Tell me. Come on.
Hey, please. Listen, this is a horrible game.
Tony, please cut the cake.
Oh no, madam.
Your boyfriend will answer this question and then we'll cut the cake.
Let's play while eating the cake?
And no more brandy.
-Here, have this. -Thank you.
Hey, what's the harm in brandy?
We'll cut the cake, then one more round of brandy...
-...and then dinner. -Exactly!
Let's get on with the game.
So, Amitabha? Who will Tony kill?
Not you.
-Are you sure? -Why not?
My friend Ranjan over there...
He's made a big name as a writer of detective stories.
But not a single story is worth reading.
Absolutely rotten!
As a lover of detective novels, mystery thriller...
I can...
...kill him.
Right, Bijoy?
I like his stories.
That's why your scripts are so trashy.
Don't know how your films are super hit.
As a cine lover...
-I can kill you too. -Hmm?
-Me? -Yes!
Huh! Bulls**t!
If you had to murder someone...
...why invite a police officer? You'll get caught.
That's why I invited you, Mr. DSP.
You'll witness the murder and still let it pass.
Because I've poisoned the brandy in such a way that...
...it'll look like a heart attack. Got it?
With police as my witness, I'll get away with murder.
Amitabha, you're no good. Give it a rest.
Ttell us quickly or no dinner for you.
-You're drinking this brandy too. -Brandy?
Ranjan, I told you single malt is better.
Anyone but...
...Bob Das.
Why not?
Exactly.
He's drinking alone in a corner because he has realised...
that I've invited him to murder him.
And the brandy is poisoned.
And Bob has been drinking it for a long time.
So, Bob? You've been poisoned.
Hmm?
-What happened? -Maybe he's not used to drinking.
-Mr. Das! -Lay him down.
What's wrong? Are you dizzy?
Someone get water!
-Where's the water bottle? -Mr. Das?
Oh bulls**t, Bob!
Ranjan...can I get some more poison?
-Of course. -Fantastic!
He rocked it. Brilliant acting.
-Isn't it? -Yeah.
-Stop running after me and give him a role. -There's a limit to everything!
Sure.
Him as the doctor in the last scene before you die.
Won't it suit him? Huh?
End this horrible game.
Let's stop it.
Tony. No more drinks for you.
-Enough! -Listen, Neema.
This is why you're the one I actually want to kill.
You're constantly nagging me about my brandy and pork.
-I can just murder you. -Definitely.
I would've killed her long back.
No alcohol, no pork. What kind of a doctor is she?
Bijoy, put your hand down. The game isn't for you.
It's for Amitabha. So he will say.
Amitabha, if you're wrong, I get your share of dinner.
Amitabha? Will you get it wrong? Will you lose?
I seriously won't let you have dinner.
If you can't answer, you have no blooming idea how rude I can be!
-Give me an answer! -Okay, okay. Let me try?
If I'm wrong, I lose my dinner.
What do you want to say?
That Tony called us here to kill us, right?
That the brandy is poisoned?
No, sir.
Let me explain.
Sheela Bose.
She and Tony were in a hush-hush relationship.
Now she's in love with Amitabha.
So Amitabha will die. Simple.
Brilliant! Excellent idea! Fantastic!
How do you make such crappy films?
You just gave me a fantastic idea.
This is called concept.
This is exactly why...
I accept Bijoy's film proposal.
-Hmm! -Oh my God! Thank you so much, Tony.
But the money you'll be paying me for this film...
which isn't going to be a small amount, Bijoy...
you'll donate it to Neema's old-age home instead of giving it to me.
Done.
-This makes no sense. -Of course it does.
Everyone knows how hard you work for it.
All that's fine.
But the game isn't over yet.
If you wanted to kill Amitabha, you would invite him yourself.
But you didn't. Sheela invited him.
I didn't say the game is over.
Bijoy said so.
I just said I like his idea.
So please finish the game, Amitabha.
Then we can have dinner.
-First, a round of brandy. -Again?
-Yes! -Amitabha.
Your time's up. You lose, hmm?
And Mr. Das.
You have a knack for acting.
Will you act in my film?
Only if I play a drunk.
Tell us, Amitabha.
Tony won't relent.
That's just how he is.
Always playing games with everyone.
This is his basic nature.
I think that's why he's such a big actor.
Okay, okay, okay, please.
It's me. I'm going to die.
-With Amitabha? -Uff! Game over.
Why would I murder you, Sheela?
Why?
Because I invited Amitabha without asking you.
No.
You've done something which...
which has hurt me very...very deeply.
Come on!
For days, I kept thinking and thinking and thinking about it...
I want to kill you!
Tony, please. Enough already.
Oh. So you invited everyone so that...
...they can watch me die.
No, not you.
It's you, Ranjan.
This can only be your plan.
Amitabha, just say it.
Tell us why Mr. Roy will murder Sheela.
Hurry up, I'm starving.
That's enough, Tony. Now please let's start the party.
Enough is enough, Tony.
Why don't you give it away? Is it...me?
If I leave, no one will have to die.
No, sir.
I've invited everyone to kill them.
The brandy is poisoned.
You'll all consume the poison and die.
You'll witness the murder and write about it in the papers.
And I'll get away scot-free...
-Oh God! I told him not to drink so much. -What's wrong? Tony?
Tony, do you feel unwell?
What happened to him? Mr. Roy?
(indistinct yelling)
Tony Roy died before we could get him to the car.
He was an old man.
Nothing strange about a heart attack.
So I could've been praised at office if I wrote an obituary.
But while writing, I realised...
...it was murder. alised...