Come on.
This murder mystery has a strange humane side to it.
Where one overcomes the violence and fear...
and finds peace.
When you enter Dr. Neema Pradhan's old-age home...
you suddenly get that smell of love.
An unexpected peace.
When Bob and Bijoy stopped chasing me and finally left...
I felt the same kind of peace.
Although I was on the edge of a dangerous cliff.
With my mind at ease, I made a decision.
Thirty years ago...
Dr. Reema Banerjee had dealt with the false post-mortem.
I must find her.
Listen very carefully, please.
Thirty years ago, there was a Dr. Reema Banerjee in Darjeeling.
A post-mortem was conducted in the Darjeeling morgue.
I'm looking for the report. Do you know anyone who knew Dr. Banerjee?
Who can help me with...
Who?
Dr... Neema Pradhan, yes!
Right.
I'll meet her tomorrow. Thank you!
Okay? Thank you.
Please take him.
Come with me.
Follow what madam said.
You here?
Yeah. I need to talk to you.
Come in.
Care for some tea?
Thanks.
The hospital said you're here so...
...I came to disturb you.
So what's so disturbing?
Thirty years ago-- Thank you.
Thirty years ago, a famous female doctor was here.
Dr. Reema Banerjee.
Yeah, of course.
A renowned doctor.
A very, very qualified gynecologist.
She quit her bright career in London and settled here.
She was the chief of Darjeeling Hospital.
We all look up to her.
We even named a bed after her at the hospital.
After her means she's...
She's no more.
Died at home in a gas stove accident.
But why are you asking about her?
Actually...
There was a drunk driving accident 30 years ago.
The post-mortem revealed that the victims hadn't been drinking.
She was investigating the case.
I know you weren't in Darjeeling back then but I mean...
You mean?
I probably should have gone to the police but...
But?
But I thought you can help.
Are you writing an article on her?
It's about that accident from 30 years ago.
Can I ask why?
Why all of a sudden?
Because your Tony Roy was involved in that accident.
-"My Tony"? -I mean, all of yours.
-I was writing about him when-- -I'll see you in my office.
Ask someone to show you my office. Finish your tea first.
This is the only smoking zone here.
I'm not here to smoke. Do you have anything else to say?
I really respect Dr. Reema Banerjee.
I don't know what she did but...
Tony had told me about the accident.
He had witnessed it.
On his way to Kurseong.
He also mentioned...
a fake scandal about the incident.
Tony was your friend.
Maybe it's impossible for you to give an unbiased opinion.
Friend?
No.
He was my lover.
Tony is dead, his wife is back...
My husband and I have mostly resolved our problems so...
don't drag my name into your theory, story or whatever.
-As a journalist, it's my job to-- -Find the truth.
Not dirty scandals.
I can't help it if the truth is dirty, Dr. Pradhan.
Tony had borrowed three crores rupees from a promoter called Jaiswal.
Because he had planned to sell off his property, houses and tea estates.
Then he decided against selling them.
He'd returned most of the money but not all of it.
Jaiswal was set on building a resort on that property.
Jaiswal is a very dangerous and cunning guy.
You can ask anyone in Darjeeling. He has harmed many people.
And Jaiswal...
had threatened to kill Tony too.
Do you know this?
-Jaiswal doesn't-- -Interest you, right?
Huh!
Why would you be?
You're only interested in dirty scandals which your readers will lap up.
If you want to write about the truth, write about Jaiswal.
If you look for scandal here, you'll be in trouble.
-Is that a threat? -One hundred percent.
You're an investigative journalist so you must be used to threats.
Get out.
Get the f**k out right now!
Kiran, get the car out.
Yes, ma'am.
Smoking zone.
(song playing)
Yeah, Suresh?
Found anything about Reema Banerjee's junior?
Who?
Dibakar?
I'm going to The Buzz. Meet me there.
Yes, the one at Glenary's. Come quickly.
What's the matter? All okay?
Day before yesterday you swiped the newspaper from my room...
Yesterday you saw me and ran like crazy...
You didn't do something bad, right?
I could ask you the same thing.
Tony Roy is dead and his memorial service is over.
Why are you still here?
For a new script?
Exactly.
You finally sound smart.
What are you trying to say?
I'd given my script to Tony to read.
After the funeral, I went to his place and got the script back from his wife.
I came back to find an old newspaper in the script.
I read the article.
Tony had witnessed Saibal and Aruna's accident.
I later found out on the web and from some other sources that...
...Aruna was a rising star.
And she had an affair with Tony.
Just rumours.
You'll get this if you put together the missing letters from the newspaper.
And I think the local promoter Jaiswal is involved in this.
Maybe you can catch on now.
-So you think there was something-- -Fishy.
Something's off about Tony's death.
Maybe it wasn't a natural heart attack.
Maybe he was being threatened by Jaiswal.
Which is why the newspaper was at his place.
You're wasting your time digging up scandals.
I'm trying to string the clues together so that...
So that?
So that I can write a good script.
For my new film.
A film based on a true story.
Just for a film you--
I can go to great lengths.
A film has many angles in it. One if them is love.
I found one myself.
What do you mean?
Your girlfriend had an ex-boyfriend.
Bob Das.
I don't know why you were in his car.
Or why you ran away from me.
But I know that he's damn pissed with you.
And to know this, all I had to do was...
...share a drink with Mr. Das.
He's basically an honest guy.
And alcohol makes him talk.
There's a lot you don't know.
Then I will. Over a drink.
Come on.
Tony's scandal had become too complicated and many died because of it.
Yeah, Aruna Sen. The girl he had an affair with.
She was pregnant.
She'd told a few small-time artistes about it too.
Some of them went on to become famous.
I know many of them but not in person.
That means Tony benefited from Aruna's death, right?
Tony witnessed the accident, which is...
Which is a little too coincidental.
Hmm. There's been no investigation about that angle.
There was. I mean...
There was an attempt but everyone who tried...
...died in mysterious ways.
Tony got involved with an infamous mafia.
He borrowed a lot of money but couldn't return it.
-Hey! -Yes, sir.
-Two large. Repeat. -Okay, sir.
You need a story and I need a film script.
So don't you think we should find out together?
We can both benefit from it.
I guess vodka doesn't suit you.
Cold drink? Milkshake?
Look, Bijoy.
I was caught covering a big sting operation on behalf of Mumbai Reporter.
I risked my life, I was jailed, I lost my career!
I'm not wasting my time as a cheap correspondent.
So I'll just take two minutes to figure out if you're lying.
Your words are cheap just like your newspaper.
Even I quit a big financial consultancy job in Hyderabad...
to make films in Kolkata.
Risking everything.
Everything! My career, my marriage!
But I didn't goof up like you.
All four of my films are hits.
If you can cooperate, well and fine. If not...
I don't care.
Reporters aren't the only ones with connections.
Filmmakers have powerful contacts too.
If you're smart...
turn your attention to Jaiswal.
Today's drinks are on me.
Hey!
(song playing)
Where are you headed?
-I was going to meet you. -Get in.
Hope you haven't already had lunch?
I need to talk to you.
-Sit. -Thanks.
How about some vodka?
No, I'd just been drinking vodka.
So you were saying there's some foul play, right?
Yeah, I mean...
I found something about Tony Roy from 30 years ago--
That's why you asked Suresh...
to get you in touch with Amar Rai, right?
Yes, he...
He's a junior officer of this department.
Not your personal secretary.
He'll lose his job because of this.
For getting you in touch with an ex-officer...
...without my permission.
This is seriously not done.
-For a long time, he's-- -I haven't been the DSP for long.
It's just been a few months.
But I know...
what the officers of my district are up to.
And before they get involved with the media...
they should inform their superior.
This is the rule.
I would eventually come to you.
When?
When the damage is done?
Did I cause any damage?
Of course!
You're investigating a personal matter of a senior ex-cop.
And a very reputed cop of Darjeeling.
Very senior cop.
We still respect Uday Lama very much.
Ex-officer Amar Rai has told me everything.
Amitabha, you're an investigative journalist.
I've looked you up.
A respected man of Darjeeling died of heart attack.
Your paper can publish anything about him.
That's not my lookout.
But if you inquire into my department without permission...
you have to face the consequences.
I'm not a very strict officer, Amitabha.
But if needed...
I can seriously put my foot down.
Let's get on with lunch.
-I need to use the washroom. -Sure.
-Go straight, then left. -Thank you.
(song playing)
Sir, I'm writing an article on tourist season.
Have to submit it by evening.
I think I should go now. I'll have lunch another day.
-You won't eat? -No.
Tourist season? That's doomed.
-Yeah-- -Anyway, it's good...
if you write something nice about Darjeeling.
I want the best for Darjeeling.
Great.
Then lunch is due.
You, me, vodka, Nepali chicken curry.
See you.
Not that way.
Right, sorry.
(song playing)
I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you.
But there's something I have to show you.
One minute.
Look what I found.
The post-mortem report by Dr. Reema Banerjee.
For Saibal and Aruna.
You know where I found it?
What's this?
Huh?
The post-mortem report from 30 years ago. I finally got it.
I also got you something.
I went to the Darjeeling Orphanage like you asked me to.
I found one of his old documents there.
And it clearly states that...
an eight-year-old boy called Biswajit was admitted there.
By someone called Tarun Bose.
No Bobby.
No Bob Das.
He grew up and went to a college in Bangalore.
I did what you asked.
Now will you do as I say?
Please don't try to contact me.
Look.
It took me a long time to explain to Bob...
that it takes years to build a real relationship.
I don't know if Bob understood but...
I know you'll never get it.
Sheela!
(indistinct chatter)
Get him.
Push him in! Inside the car.
Hurry up! Told you to start the car, idiot!
Shut your mouth.
-Take his phone away. -Let me go! r, idiot!