-Oh no! What happened to him? -What's wrong?
-Hey, he fell down! -Mr. Roy?
-Tony? -Maybe he drank too much.
-What happened? -Mr. Roy, wake up.
(indistinct yelling)
The next day...
Tony Roy's funeral was held at the Darjeeling crematorium.
His wife Roma Roy had taken the first flight back from Kolkata.
The local media had covered it.
There was a short write-up in my newspaper too.
But my editor asked me to write a long obituary...
...as a first-hand witness.
But since I know nothing about films...
my only option is my Nepali teacher.
Bob, what are you looking for?
-Bob... Are you drunk? -Give it...
Give me the drawer keys.
-You're reeking. -Where is it?
-Bob! What are you looking for. -I need the key.
What do you want? Okay, calm down.
Bob? What are you doing?
Listen, man! Bob!
-Bob! -Get off!
What's going on?
Where are my letters?
-They're my letters. You wrote them to me. -How are they yours?
-Where are they? -You're hurting me.
Where the hell are the letters? They're my letters. Mine!
Tell me what's wrong.
-Just tell me! -Give my letters back!
-What the hell is wrong with you? -Give them back.
-What the... -Give my letters back right now.
Give them back!
-Move! -Where are you going?
Bob.
-Bob! Please. What-- -Don't touch me.
-You've been drinking again? -Yeah. How do you care?
-Huh? -Bob--
Let go!
Your...what was it...reporter boyfriend. Go be with him!
Why are you doing this?
This is exactly why...
...I had to leave you.
Your temper...
I can't take it anymore.
Temper.
That's all you saw in me.
Didn't see anything else?
You...
Bob.
Bob, I'm sorry.
Please try to understand.
I can't express what I'm going through.
And you'll never understand...
...how I'm feeling.
I get it, Bob.
That's why I'm begging you not to drink so much.
Let's go somewhere and cool off.
Okay?
It's okay.
-I'm sorry, Sheela. -Huh?
-B-Bob? What-- -Throw away my letters.
Where are you going? I'm coming, wait.
Uff!
Bob?
Bob, listen!
Come, let's go.
Everything's over, Sheela.
-No... -Finished.
Nothing's over, okay?
I'm coming with you or you'll drink again.
Come on.
Am I your student?
Yes.
You're like a little kid.
If this wasn't my neighbourhood, I'd slap you!
Come on, let's go.
Will you have a drink with me?
Okay. We'll have a few pegs.
Come.
I was looking for Sheela's old love letters when...
I found that diary.
This story begins when...
I was looking up details about Tony Roy's films for my article.
It happened 30 years ago.
I am Tarun Bose.
I work for a Kolkata-based English newspaper...
as their North Bengal correspondent.
I live in Darjeeling.
Today is 21st January, 1991.
Saibal?
You here?
I need to talk to you.
Close the door.
Okay.
Exactly three days ago...
My close friend, more like brother, from Kolkata...
Saibal Sen, suddenly visited me.
You didn't tell me anything about coming here.
That's not important.
But I saw no option...
...but to visit you.
Can I get a drink?
Yeah, sure. Just a minute.
What's going on?
You came to Darjeeling without any intimation.
What's wrong?
Aruna...
...is three months pregnant.
Aruna... Your sister?
Where is she now?
At the hotel.
Have you heard of Tony Roy?
Tony Roy, the actor?
The one who owns a bungalow in Jalapahar?
Tony and Aruna were in a relationship.
I was against it.
But she wants to act in films.
Makes no sense!
Hmm.
Tony was involved with her for a long time.
He even got her a role in a film.
Anyway, she's pregnant.
Aruna wants to keep the baby.
Wants to marry Tony.
But he refused.
He told her to abort the baby.
Offered her a lot of money too.
But Aruna didn't accept it.
So they had a major show-down.
But why?
Abortions are very common now.
And you think their relationship will actually last?
You try telling her.
She's not listening to me.
Huh? Thank you.
Do you have fresh lime soda?
Thank you.
Aruna?
No.
Come on.
It's so cold. It'll help you.
Brandy will make you feel better. Let's have a drink.
Make one.
I said no!
Let's come to the main point?
Sure.
The main point...
We're done with that, Saibal.
What Aruna and I did...
It was stupid. Immature. I'm admitting it.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
But you see...
Getting married and settling down right now...
Just not possible.
Come on, Aruna. You know this.
Doesn't this beard suit me?
For Satyajit Ray's film. You know that.
I'm getting offers from...
Roman Polanski, f**king Hollywood!
And you expect me to leave all this and...
get married...
start a family...
...and change diapers? F**k! That's not done.
I’m really sorry, Aruna.
What I did...
I-I'm really sorry. I made a mistake.
I admit it but it's impossible for me to marry right now.
I'm compensating you for it. Five lakh rupees.
If you still get your journalist friend to threaten me...
...is that very nice, Saibal?
You used me.
You've pretended to be in love with me...
...and took advantage of me.
And...
-You've cheated on me, god dammit! -Shut up!
Just keep shut.
No, I will not.
I won't keep quiet.
You're just sitting and listening to all this? Huh?
He...
Aruna, if we were really in love...
...this wouldn't have happened.
And you wouldn't talk to me like that.
Isn't it?
You want to harm me.
Maybe...
you want a share...
...of my property?
Don't you?
F**k! You're really good.
Look, Aruna.
The situation we're in...
...is anything but love.
Because when we had an affair...
...your brother wasn't around.
Neither was he.
It was just you and me.
So only we should solve this problem, right?
No point crying.
Because this right here...
...looks like blackmail to me.
-Right? -No, no.
-We're not here to blackmail you. No! -Agreed.
You aren't here to blackmail me but you couldn't...
...make your sister understand.
Or tell her not to be childish.
Yes, that's true.
But if we were here for blackmail...
...we would leave with your five lakhs.
But we haven't.
I'm just here to honour my sister's self-respect and feelings.
Oh.
Well, um...
If that respect means another lakh, I'm okay with it.
Done. I'll talk to Dad. You'll get it.
Yeah? Cheers!
Do you mean something else?
If so, it's useless because...
your newspaper...
I'm sure you know Tony Roy and his dad Raja Roy.
You know him, right, Aruna?
They won't write anything against us.
Why the hell do you keep bringing up money?
Yes, why?
We already told you.
What's the harm in a court marriage?
We won't tell anyone.
You...
You can build your career. That's fine.
Aruna will stay with me.
Let the baby come along.
They can stay with me. No problem.
Then we'll tell people depending on the situation.
That's it.
Tony.
Leave the room.
Okay.
Do you know who I am, Mr. Tarun Bose?
Of course.
I happen to be the biggest tea garden owner of Darjeeling.
Tony is my son. My only son.
Look, Aruna.
I know you've been wronged.
It was a mistake but...
...marriage is not possible.
You'll abort it in Kolkata.
I'll finance everything.
I can also fix where you'll abort it.
And a lead role in some TV serial later...
That can be arranged.
But I can't do anything more. Please.
Why don't you get it, Mr. Roy?
Aruna loves Tony.
A role in some film...
-...is immaterial. -Please.
I know it was a blunder but...
I don't want any more of those. Neither do I want to make any mistakes.
Is that clear?
Biren.
Just pick it up, Saibal.
You have a five-year-old son in Kolkata, right?
Just pick it up.
And...
You don't need to think about Aruna. She has an easy way up the ladder.
No.
That's not true, Mr. Roy.
And you, Mr. Tarun Bose.
If you want to spice things up with a scandal...
you won't be able to survive in Darjeeling or Kolkata.
So finish your drink...
and find a simple solution to this problem.
I don't like to repeat myself.
Finish it.
It's expensive scotch.
Let's go, Tarun.
Good morning.
Morning.
You called Roma yesterday?
-For some interview? -Yes, for my story.
Well, she's in a state of shock.
I'm sure you can understand.
There's a memorial service at Elgin tomorrow.
Please cover it.
Okay, sir.
-Bye. See you. -See you.
Next morning, their car was found...
...next to a cliff near Ghoom.
Their bodies were found there too.
The police report claimed it was drunk driving.
The bodies were sent for post-mortem.
But I know that they were murdered.
They might kill me too.
Because I informed the police about it.
As the Inspector-in-Charge, I've taken a decision.
You're raising so many questions.
What gives you the right?
-You know I'm telling the truth. -Listen.
As a senior officer, I tried to make you understand.
I won't come here again.
End the enquiry.
I had no other option.
Hello?
All I could do was...
admit Saibal's only son Bobby to an orphanage in Darjeeling.
Hello?
You bastard!
This f**ker was making calls! Hit him!
(indistinct fighting)
I wanted to return the diary to my best friend in Darjeeling.
I wanted to forget about this scandal from 30 years ago.
(song playing)
Oh! It's you.
-I need to talk to you. -One minute.
Come in.
What do you mean by a scandal in Tony's life?
-You're from the film industry-- -So I should know all the dirty scandals?
No, I'm writing an article on him so...
I found out some things... Just rumours.
-Many years ago-- -And so you'll write a sensational article?
It's not even been 24 hours since he died!
Journalists like you...
should be arrested.
Bijoy, it's not what you think--
-Your phone. -To hell with it!
A reputed actor is dead.
My life-time project is doomed.
Yeah.
Yes, I can hear you.
Huh?
What?
Wait, let me go to the lobby. I can't hear you.
Yes, hold on.
I'm taking this call.
When I’m back, I don't want you in my room.
Hmm.
Okay.
(song playing)
Even I don't get it. What can I say?
Yeah, I'll have to return to Kolkata...
(song playing) to return to Kolkata...