-Get him. -Push him in!
Told you to start the car, idiot!
-Hurry up! -Shut him up.
I'm Pradeep Jaiswal.
A reputed businessman in Darjeeling.
Do you know how much my words are worth?
No.
I'm not here to listen to your words so I don't need to know the worth.
Shut it, motherf**ker!
Just keep quiet!
Otherwise, it'll be the end of you.
Suresh.
The police informer.
Your contact.
He told me...
you want information about Tony Roy.
Yes.
Tony Roy had borrowed a lot of money from you.
I know that.
Did you sign a legal contract?
No.
Neither did he return your money...
nor did you get his property.
No.
He died before paying you back.
Let me give you a quick warning.
Listen very carefully.
Tony Roy promised to give me all his property.
But he didn't.
I tried going through...
his mistress, Dr. Neema Pradhan.
Didn't help.
I even tried his wife, Roma Roy.
But no.
I planted my man, Gurung as his servant.
Even that didn't work.
Then he died.
Heart attack.
What can I do about it?
What if I say it's murder?
I got you here in a decent way.
Don't force me to misbehave.
A lot of accidents happen in Darjeeling, you know.
Getting buried under a landslide...
Drunk driving...
Falling off a cliff...
That's why I'm telling you.
Don't play with fire.
-Cady. -Yes, sir?
-Make it fast. -Here it is.
You and your friend...
Bijoy...Sijoy... Whatever his name is.
Stop your enquiry about Tony Roy.
-Karan. -Yes, sir.
Take him away.
Hey, move it.
You know what to do, right?
Do it.
Punch him!
-Let me go! -Want to report it, huh?
Beat the hell out of him! Throw this motherf**ker off a cliff.
(indistinct yelling)
Hey, run! Let's go!
What happened? You okay?
Get up.
Come on.
Good morning.
-Morning. -Did you sleep well?
-Hmm. -Sit down.
Take this medicine.
It's a bad wound.
Is this your room?
Don't worry.
You're absolutely safe in this orphanage.
How come I'm here?
I'd gone over to talk about something important.
Then I saw them kidnapping you.
So I followed them.
I don't know how to thank you.
If it weren't for you, I'd probably be in the hospital right now.
Come on.
Let's take a walk.
I was a little disturbed that day.
So I wanted to scare you.
Sheela and I've known each other a long time.
For years. Ever since we were kids.
Back in Kolkata.
My anger, my temper...
...gradually drove her away.
We've been together for years...
so it's taking some time to adjust.
But I'll do it.
That's all.
I'm sorry too.
I had a lot of wrong ideas about you.
I should have told you everything openly right at the beginning.
Tell me what?
I found out a lot about Tony Roy's past while researching him.
He had harmed many people.
And I think someone from his past planned to kill him.
But...
Tony Roy died of a heart attack.
I don't think so.
I think the brandy was poisoned.
Wh-What?
All of us drank...
I haven't figured out who did it and how.
But I have to do it soon.
I believe Jaiswal is somehow connected.
Jaiswal?
If he's involved...
...it's not a simple matter.
You know how dangerous he is.
Don't worry.
I'll figure it out.
Thank you for everything.
I have to get going.
Let's go.
I'll give you a lift. Come on.
Though this is a murder mystery...
I found my closest friend while trying to solve the mystery.
And had a new found love for Darjeeling.
(song playing)
Hmm.
Hey, why did you tell Jaiswal?
Do you know... Gurung, yes.
He's Jaiswal's guy. He was planted inside tony's house--
Watch where you are going.
Sorry.
Yeah.
Who?
Just a minute.
You're looking for Gurung, right?
No point.
Either he'll die or you will. Got it?
What?
-Morning. -Good morning.
What happened to your head?
I fell down.
Uh, Mrs. Roy.
You know that I’m writing an article about your husband.
That's why I'm here.
-Tea? -Yes, thank you.
My questions are a little personal.
You can choose not to answer them.
I already told you I won't answer any personal questions.
And I stayed away from his film career.
Let me make that clear too.
My questions aren't about his films.
Mainly about your property, houses and so on.
-May I sit? -Sure.
Many people here know that...
he wanted to sell his tea gardens to a promoter.
That was his call. What can I say?
Now all this property is yours.
Hmm, so?
Are you going to sell them?
What's your article about?
Tony Roy or the tea gardens?
I'm planning to cover all of it.
So many houses, tea gardens... His property is iconic in Darjeeling.
Tell him, Roma.
I'm dropping the formalities. You're much younger.
Sure.
I won't sell this house.
And after my husband's death...
Ranjan will help me with property matters.
You can note this down.
Any more questions?
Did your husband get any threat notes?
Yes.
Jaiswal has threatened him many times.
Something like this?
Yes, plenty like that.
But I want to know what exactly your article is about.
I came across an incident from Tony's past.
Not just one. Many incidents.
A scandal from 30 years ago, right?
The DSP told Roma. Apparently you contacted...
an ex-police officer from that time?
Let me tell you something clearly.
Tony was a close friend and so is Roma.
I won't tolerate any disrespect towards her.
I just want to know the truth. It's my duty as a journalist.
Why?
Why do you want to know?
If he committed a crime 30 years ago, everyone should know about it.
But what's the point?
A scandal, right?
Anything more than that?
The common man has the right to know the truth.
Yes, but what will come of it?
Will it stop the common man or a filmmaker from raking up scandals?
Mrs. Roy, it's not just about a scandal.
I don't think your husband died of a heart attack.
He was threatened and his murder was planned.
What?
Someone from his past is seeking vengeance for his crimes.
And promoter Jaiswal is involved.
Oh.
So how was he murdered?
He choked to death after drinking brandy.
I believe the brandy was poisoned.
Can you...
...prove this?
I've found a lot of evidence against him from 30 years ago.
I don't know who was at his receiving end.
When I find out, I can prove it.
I have a diary, some letters...
Are you a detective?
Who appointed you, huh?
First prove your theory.
Then enquire through proper channels.
Only then we might consider your theory.
But we don't want these cheap scandals about Tony before that.
Your house boy Gurung works for Jaiswal.
This I can prove.
I don't know about Gurung.
He quit and left.
Let's end this discussion here. Disgusting!
Get the brandy tested. Please.
If you have specific allegations, inform the police first.
Get a court order and I'll let you check everything.
But right at this moment, you're nothing but an ordinary news correspondent.
And what you're saying is sounding like a racy gossip.
It's maligning my friend and also harming his wife. So...
Go through proper channels.
And before that, don't try to spread rumours.
Now leave.
-Look, you're-- -Leave.
We're still not over the shock so please...
...don't disturb us.
Leave. And leave right now.
Okay.
(song playing)
Sir, I want protection.
I think promoter Jaiswal and Tony Roy's wife are involved.
I stole the 30-year-old post-mortem report from the DSP's house.
I've gone too deep into this. I might be in trouble, sir.
But something big will come of this. I'm very sure.
Sir, you have to help me. Now!
Look, Dibakar.
(indistinct chatter)
You used to conduct post-mortems here 30 years ago.
(indistinct chatter)
Did you give this report to Dr. Reema Banerjee?
Why are you asking all this?
I know that Reema Banerjee was a very good doctor.
She wanted to tell the truth to her senior in Kolkata.
She had written a letter.
Mrs. Banerjee, I respect you.
I lied to protect my family.
I'm not afraid to die.
But my wife might be in danger.
I have a son.
I wouldn't be scared like you if I was the IC of Darjeeling Police Station.
Come in, Dibakar.
Please finish your tea and leave, Officer.
They know about your enquiry about the report.
It wasn't me.
Dr. Chhetri at your hospital told them.
I came here to save you.
Because you're a good doctor.
I might be a bad cop...
...but you need to survive.
As a good doctor, I'm doing the right thing.
You may leave, Officer.
Post a letter for me tomorrow, Dibakar.
Are you doing the right thing, ma'am?
The police has closed the case.
Thanks to a false report and false sign from the district health officer.
How can I accept it as the hospital super?
I have to inform the Kolkata Health Department.
Dr. Nirmalya Sardar is my teacher.
I'm sure he'll take some steps.
Listen, Dibakar, we're doctors.
Our job is to save people, not kill them.
I didn't write the false report, ma'am.
It was Chhetri.
Writing the report isn't your only job.
Telling the truth is a part of your job too.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
I'm flying to Kolkata.
If something happens to me, make sure the letter gets posted.
That's why I told you.
Post the letter tomorrow morning.
Ma'am... I hope you've thought this through.
Don't wait, Dibakar. Anything can happen at any moment.
Go.
Did you post the letter?
-No. -Why?
I used to live in the flat above Dr. Banerjee's.
I witnessed everything that happened that night.
I mean, I heard.
Look, Dr. Banerjee.
I came all the way to your house...
and I'm begging you.
Don't drag this case any further.
Don't mess with it.
Many people have already been killed.
Many have been harmed.
Myself included.
I feel really bad.
Please don't force me to do something wrong again.
I don't want to.
Then own up to it publicly.
Let justice take over.
You're well aware that's not possible for me.
How can I go to jail leaving all this behind?
You have to go to jail if you commit a crime, Mr. Roy.
You're responsible for the death of four people.
Plus an unborn child.
How can I accept this as a hospital super?
Look, Dr. Banerjee.
Don't go to Kolkata, I beg of you. It's a request.
Please unpack your bags.
I'll give you a lot of money. Loads of it.
Your eight-year-old son in Kolkata...
Bring him here.
Admit him to a big school here.
I'm willing to take all responsibility for his future.
Mr. Roy.
Money can't buy everything.
Listen.
You and your father will go to prison.
Even if something happens to me.
A letter will reach Kolkata Health Department.
I'm telling you again.
Please don't go to Kolkata.
Get out of my house.
Leave.
You've forced me.
I'm sorry.
B***h wants to go to Kolkata!
Tie her up tightly.
Get the rope.
Tie her up.
-The rope! -Here.
Pour it on her. Empty it out on her.
-Now begins the fun. -Matches?
I was very scared.
I still have the letter.
You can have it if you want.
Can you say this to the DSP if needed?
Sure, if I'm not harmed.
Can you say this in court?
Can you testify as a witness at a trial?
Of course, if there's no legal trouble.
Thank you.
-I'll get in touch. Bye. -Hmm.
No point talking crap with Dibakar.
Yeah.
Gurung?
Yes.
Where?
Jalapahar Basti.
Jalapahar Basti... That's where he'll be?
Yes.
Okay.
I'll reach by five p.m. Be there if you can.
(indistinct chatter)
Gurung is dead?
(indistinct chatter) m. Be there if you can.