This b***h wants to be an actress, huh?
-Blackmail? F**king bastard! -Hit him!
-S**t tons of money isn't enough? -Motherf**ker!
-Trying to mess with Tony, huh? -Beat him up!
-Let go! -Get the booze. Quick!
-Bloody motherf**ker! -Kill him!
-Beat them up! -Push them off the cliff.
Get the booze.
-Shut it! -Get the alcohol, fast!
I didn't attend Tony Roy's memorial service the next day.
Because my best friend in Darjeeling...
from whose house I got that diary...
That had a secret scandal of Tony's life from 30 years ago...
The diary I was about to throw away and forget about it...
When I saw my friend...
or rather, my girlfriend making out with someone else.
That's when I decided to find out the truth...
...behind Tony Roy's death.
A junior police informer, Suresh...
...was my contact.
I got in touch with him and found out...
about the police officer...
who handled Tony Roy's case 30 years ago.
Through Suresh I came to know...
that the officer, Uday Lama, is dead.
But one of his colleagues is still alive.
His name is Amar Rai.
But he's a shady guy. And a drunkard.
Amar has two problems. Alcohol and gambling.
Booze will make him talk, right? Or will he kick me out?
I'm not giving you any guarantee.
I won't get information.
-And my money will go to waste too-- -He's not a very nice guy.
Three months ago, he got drunk and stabbed someone.
I'll take you to his door and then I'm out.
Are you Amar Rai?
Do you speak Hindi?
Service revolver.
I have my license even after retirement.
Because I took two bullets to my leg on police duty.
I'll will kill you if you pull any crap, got it?
The elections are coming up.
There'll be dead bodies everywhere.
No one will find out if you're one of them.
Bloody f**ker! What do you want to know, huh?
You'll tell me everything, right?
Suresh told me.
Told me why you're here.
He mentioned the case too.
Uday was forced to hand in a false report.
With that, he dug his own grave.
I was the sub-inspector in that police station.
Tony Roy's father...
Sir, I'm a police officer.
And the police take bribes.
Look, Uday.
I know you need the money.
And...
if you really don't want it...
I have to make up some irregularity...
and get you transferred to somewhere horrible.
The Commissioner is my childhood friend.
I'm not joking.
The girl was basically a low-down prostitute.
She and her brother were blackmailing my son.
And then they...
Saibal Sen and his sister were drunk driving.
It was an accident.
As simple as that.
But the post-mortem reports no alcohol in their blood.
Isn't it?
Says who?
Dr. Reema Banerjee, right?
She's Tarun Bose's friend.
They’re ganging up to defame me and my son.
Listen, Uday.
You will destroy the report.
Write a fresh report and burn the bodies.
And my men will take care of that reporter.
Don't get involved in this mess.
You have a bright future.
Why get into all this?
Take the money.
And have the drink.
Reema Banerjee is a famous doctor.
She won't let it go.
The situation will get out of hand.
Whose hand?
These hands have done a lot for this district...
They still are and will continue to do so.
And you know that.
Now if you back out...
then things won't be in my hands anymore.
Look, Uday.
Your wife is a singer at a Park Street hotel in Kolkata, right?
Isn't she?
If something happens to her...
Have the whiskey.
It's expensive.
What's the matter?
Drink it.
Go on.
You know what?
What expensive whiskey does is...
It helps to forget all your sorrows.
Feel free to come over when you're feeling down.
We can drink away our sorrows together.
Amar, you know what I did.
You have to help me.
Deliver this letter...
...to my wife, Shirley, in Kolkata.
Please, Amar.
Give this letter to Shirley.
Dr. Reema will expose the case.
Everything will be disclosed.
Shirley needs to know the truth before that.
Give her the money.
Tell her...
to quit singing in hotels.
And reopen her cake shop.
Ask her to admit my son...
...in a good school.
Did you give her the letter?
Buzz off!
I didn't steal the money. I sent it to his wife.
Do you still have the letter?
Hey!
You're already recording and you want the letter too?
All for free?
Who the hell will sponsor my drink for tonight?
Hey! Take your money back.
Buy me a bottle.
I owe that guy a lot of money.
Anyway, here's what happened.
Tony.
He once told me...
He said it jokingly...
that his dad had named him Tirthankar.
But thanks to the film industry, he became Tony.
But he worried he might be buried because he was such a Sahib.
Tony was a true Bengali.
Let me put it simply.
Bijoy Mukherjee can vouch for him as an actor.
He's from the film industry so he'll know best.
I'm a man of letters.
I can say a few words about Tony's art.
Of all the artistes I've come across...
I must say, Tony was a...
Tony was a man of refined taste.
Why didn't you post the letter?
That night...
Uday told me a lot of things.
What did he say?
After taking an oath as a police...
I can't do the wrong thing.
History will testify...
what a great actor Tony Roy was.
Satyajit Ray, Shyam Benegal...
Roman Polanski, Roland Joffe...
He had worked with the biggest directors in the world.
I'm honoured that he agreed to work in my film.
I met him at such a juncture in life...
...that we couldn't go much further.
But...
the fact that I got to know him personally...
is a big...
a big blessing for for me.
A big achievement.
Get the booze bottle!
Trying to mess with Tony, huh?
Hit him!
-Get them into the car. -Sprinkle the alcohol on them!
(indistinct yelling)
I'm sure Indian Cinema will miss him.
Thank you.
Mr. Tony Roy was one of the finest men I've met in my life.
The people of Darjeeling will never forget...
what he meant to this place.
I know how concerned he was for my old-age home in Kurseong.
How he wanted to support our oldest orphanage in Darjeeling.
-Hit him! -Beat them!
Shut the door.
-Let's go. Move it! -Quick!
-Let's push it off. -Off the cliff.
But apart from all this...
everyone who came into his life...
was truly loved by him.
(indistinct chatter)
Caste, creed, rich, poor...
...didn't matter to him.
He loved everyone equally...
...with all his heart.
My hospital staff knows this.
So does everyone from the smallest to the biggest shops.
The students, teachers and junior staff in my school...
All know and will always remember Tony.
An elder brother.
That's what I called him.
He made it easy to call him that despite being so famous.
That's it.
Mr. Raja Roy and Mr. Tony Roy's donations to our Darjeeling Police Club...
is very well known and will never be forgotten.
Six months ago, I was promoted and transferred here.
Tony Roy was one of the first to make me feel at home.
-A**hole! -Bloody motherf**ker!
Many officers in our department...
...are close friends with his family.
And Tony Roy had done a lot for many ex-officers too.
Tie him up.
-This bastard! -One, two, three.
All of us can understand...
what Bob wants to say.
Let us pray.
The elite class in Darjeeling can't stop mourning Tony Roy.
But I know what bastards he and his dad were.
Sir, you have to trust me.
I have proper material for a big story.
There aren't enough tourists to write about the tourist season.
Sir, this is explosive.
I have verified evidence.
I won't repeat the mistake I made in Mumbai.
I'm not looking for a scandal. This isn't a sting operation.
You have to trust me. I have proper material.
Please, this is important.
Sir, please listen--
H-Hello? Hello, sir?
Sir, I've made a lot of progress.
Please listen. Tony Roy and his father...
killed many people 30 years ago.
Pl-- Sir, I have evidence.
Proper evidence, documents, recordings...
They're culpable for murder.
This is serious. This is a proper story.
Hello?
Hello? Sir?
You can put down the hockey stick.
You left this at my place.
You also kept a lot of secrets from me.
You were in a relationship with Bob?
Do I know everything about you?
Have you told me?
Why did you leave that big job in Mumbai?
Do you still love Bob?
Used to.
We were in a relationship but...
I ended it.
Because of his temper problem.
But he can't accept it.
He still doesn't want to.
And I can't completely ignore him because he's absolutely alone.
That's why I try to make him understand...
Try to console him so that he doesn't do anything wrong in a fit of rage.
But you know what?
I've never broken into your house, pried into your stuff or stole things.
I didn't read your love letters, okay?
And as a journalist I have the right to know what's in that diary.
That gives you the right to steal?
Oh my God, Amit! You're such a sly person.
Okay.
I went to your place, saw you and Bob together...
I got angry, I went in, and stole the diary.
But please listen to me.
I'm sure you read that diary too.
Yes.
I found it among other documents when I rented this house.
-But it doesn't make sense. -It does.
Guess what?
Everything in that diary is true.
Saibal and Aruna Sen were murdered.
It wasn't a case of drunk driving.
The officer-in-charge at the time falsified the post-mortem report...
and later committed suicide.
I even found a letter where he wrote that...
the author of this diary, Tarun Bose, was murdered by Tony's father.
Tarun Bose was murdered to hush up Tony's scandals.
I also found out that Tony was getting death threats.
And film maker Bijoy Mukherjee who was at the party...
...is connected.
And I think Tony's murder was carefully planned.
It wasn't a natural heart attack.
Someone from his past took revenge for his dirty deeds.
What utter nonsense!
Hey, wait a second.
You could've told me before.
-Should've returned the diary. -I went to return it but you were busy.
Busy making out with your Bob.
Do you have any idea what kind of relationship I share with Bob?
Did you read the diary carefully?
-I told you I did. -Then you must've read...
...that Saibal had a six-year-old son, Bobby...
who was admitted to an orphanage here by Tarun Bose.
Bob?
What if I tell you that Bobby is your Bob Das?
Bob?
-You're accusing Bob of murder? -I'm not accusing anyone of anything.
That incident happened 30 years ago.
So Bobby would be 35-36 years now?
Why is your Bob Das, a champion footballer, managing an orphanage in Darjeeling?
What's his story?
I've got nothing to say.
-Sheela, please. -No, please.
Sheela, listen to me.
-Sheela, please. -Please, man!
Sheela, listen to me. Please.
Enquire at the orphanage. Just for me.
Ask if that six-year-old Bobby and this Bob Das are the same.
You're asking me to spy on my friend?
Please, Sheela, please. For my sake.
If you ever trusted me, then do this for me.
If I'm wrong...
I'll end things between us.
If I ever trusted you...
this is where it breaks.
F**k!
Give me some time.
I'll look into the matter and find the records.
And then I'll let you know when we got him.
-Right? -Sure, Father.
-Thank you for your time. -Thank you. God bless you.
What are you doing here?
Yeah.
I was at the orphanage to make an enquiry for an article.
Got what you want?
Yeah. But I'll have to come back.
Great.
Where are you going now?
Just heading home.
-Home? -Hmm.
Come, I'll drop you.
No, it's okay. I'll go by myself.
Why?
I'm going the same way. Come on.
Uh, I have to take a detour on the way.
It's a one-way. I have to take the same detour.
-Let's go. -No, I'll manage.
-Come on, get in. -I don't need a lift, trust me.
-I can go by myself. -Just get in.
But...
Car trouble.
It'll just take two minutes.
What happened?
I said it won't take long. Get back inside.
Go and sit.
What's going on?
You here?
Hey! Amitabha!
Why are you running?
Amitabha, listen!
Hey!
S**t. ha, listen!