Pulse is fine.
It's okay.
Hope your head doesn't hurt.
I didn't hit him on the head.
At the back of his neck.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I hit you.
You were right, Amitabha.
Tony Roy was murdered.
You must have realised by now that we're all involved.
There are a lot of things you don't know, Amitabha.
That's why we stopped you.
Hey, let him relax a little.
Want some coffee?
I'll put some brandy in your coffee, okay?
-No. -You think you're an honest journalist.
Don't you?
These last few days...
whatever you saw, heard and understood...
...is half the truth.
You need to know the complete truth to write an article.
But you can't write about it.
That's why, all your evidence...
the letters, the diary...
the post-mortem report...
and all your recorded interviews on your laptop and phone.
We've taken away everything.
In fact, we've destroyed them.
Anyway, let's discuss it later. Have something first.
Have some coffee. Then we can talk.
I want to freshen up.
-Sure. -Come with me.
So long, I'd been narrating this story.
You can hear the rest...
from those who know the whole truth.
Tony Roy was murdered at the party.
And your guess was correct.
He was punished for his own crime.
It was impossible to legally prove his crimes.
First.
It happened a long time ago.
Second, no eye witnesses.
The letters and diaries...
...would only spark controversy.
But those murders were real.
Commissioned murders.
And many lives...
...were ruined because of it.
So, we had to take the law into our own hands.
Legally, Tony and his dad would be sentenced for life or hanged.
But what happened?
They got away.
So we punished him.
Saibal Sen was killed because...
he didn't accept Raja Roy's money and get his sister's baby aborted.
Maybe he would get the baby aborted.
I'm sure he would.
But he didn't want the money.
He was returning to Kolkata.
Maybe it would solve the problem.
But just because he refused the money...
he didn't even get a chance.
He had an eight-year-old son who lived with his maternal aunt.
Just imagine, Amitabha.
One fine day he found out his dad and paternal aunt...
...died in a road accident.
Journalist Tarun Bose took up the responsibility.
He admitted him to an orphanage in Darjeeling.
That boy grew up to become...
...a filmmaker.
What could he do?
Just kept making films.
I was Aruna's eight-year-old sister.
After I became a doctor, I opened an old-age home in Darjeeling.
I had two motives.
To serve humanity...
and to punish Tony Roy.
To prove that the law which their money controlled, isn't a joke.
I hated this person...
since I was a child.
I can't tell you how painful it is to pretend to have an affair with him.
No one will get it, Amitabha.
But I did it so that...
my brother and sister can rest in peace.
I cut up the newspaper and made...
...that death threat for Tony.
And Neema slipped it into his pocket.
Journalist Tarun Bose.
You found his diary at my place.
He had a three-year-old daughter who lived with her mom in Kolkata.
Tarun Bose.
My dad.
A journalist like you, Amitabha.
Someone who wanted to tell the truth...
...at the risk of his own life.
Bob and I met in college in Kolkata.
Bob was the first to tell me that Dad...
...was murdered.
You know, Amitabha.
Officer Uday Lama had a wife.
Shirley.
They had a six-year-old son called...
Bob Das.
Even today, every hour, every minute...
my dad's death haunts me.
We got to know that...
our fathers died for the same reason.
And that brought us closer.
We fell in love.
Then Sheela came here.
And she fell for you.
I've accepted it.
You're a good person, Amitabha.
A very good guy.
You're cool-headed, good at heart.
You deserve Sheela.
Not me.
After Tony's death...
I went to Sheela's place.
-You're reeking-- -Move!
I had no more reason to live.
For a moment, everything seemed like a lie.
A boy grew up all alone like an orphan.
Later he took charge of the kids at an orphanage.
After that party, everything looked like a lie.
I had lost the will to live.
Hey, give him some time.
Amitabha.
Please have something.
You haven't eaten since last night.
Go on.
Dr. Reema Banerjee...
who had written the post-mortem report you stole from my house...
...could not return to Kolkata.
Because she was burnt to death in her own kitchen.
Her six-year-old son in Kolkata...
grew up to become a police officer and then a DSP.
He is Subhankar Banerjee.
Light the matches. And empty this out on her.
Now the fun begins.
As a police officer, I've done a lot of things.
And I know what I've done.
I'm aware.
I've done what an honest police officer couldn't have done.
But I feel no guilt over it because I know...
that I'm morally correct.
I did the right thing.
We were all very young, Amitabha.
Four, five, six, eight-year-olds.
We had no idea.
But one person took it upon himself to tell us everything.
Tony Roy's personal secretary Biren's brother.
If you can't take revenge...
...we'll have died in vain.
Go.
Go! Out!
Go right now!
Get that bastard!
Huh?
Good morning.
I'm Ranjan.
I live in that bungalow.
I'll come over to say hello soon.
It took me years, Amitabha...
...to explain to the others.
Some took 10 years to understand, others 15.
They were kids, after all.
Little by little I told them.
Made them understand.
They finally...
...accepted what I told them.
If you have any complaints...
...make them against me.
But one thing.
We didn't want to harm anyone except Tony.
And we didn't.
Not even Roma.
You saw everything.
The diary, letters, original post-mortem report.
If you think we're right, we'll go ahead with the party.
Or we'll back down.
We don't want to ruin your life, your family.
Tony will soon return from his morning walk.
Let me know your decision over call.
Okay?
Bye.
One minute.
This file, these papers, this diary...
At least some of it has to be true.
And I know this man.
I have suffered him.
I just can't live with him anymore.
Here.
I'm going to Kolkata.
Do whatever you have to.
Look, Amitabha.
This is something...
...very personal for us.
A personal grief.
Please let it remain private.
Then why did you invite me to this private party?
That was...
That was my mistake.
I'm so sorry but I don't agree.
No.
It's our plan, our decisions. Why should an outsider come in?
-A complete stranger. -Exactly. We're enough.
I'm a police officer.
Bob is a famous footballer, Neema a renowned doctor.
And Sheela is a popular face in Darjeeling.
And you.
You're a respected author.
With us as witnesses, no one will doubt that he died of a natural heart attack.
What if someone digs up the past?
Tarun, Uday...
Reema Banerjee or my brother... What if their names come up?
No one knows our real identities.
It's impossible to know.
What if someone looks up the incident?
Many people from 1991 are still here.
Tarun Bose, Reema Banerjee, Uday Lama...
Can't they have friends or colleagues?
I agree they didn't speak up back then.
And if Tony Roy dies of a heart attack...
no one will suspect anything.
But what if their friends bring up the past now?
They'll raise questions about us too.
Jaiswal won't accept Tony's death easily.
He has a lot of money at stake.
We've planned this so carefully.
There can be no mistakes.
No loopholes.
No, no, no. Listen, Ranjan.
Why Sheela's boyfriend? Huh?
Give me an answer.
-Because he's a journalist. -So what?
He'll witness it and write about it.
-As if! -Hey!
-S**t, s**t, s**t! -Subhankar! Subhankar!
-What happened? -Take this.
Are you hurt?
-Did it poke your eye? -Look up.
-Does it hurt bad? Look at me. -Put some more.
Try opening your eyes.
-Sorry, Subhankar. I'm very sorry. -Are you okay?
-Huh? -Is it stinging?
-It's okay, I'm fine. -Put some more.
Do you realise now? You have to keep calm.
Don't drink so much.
Keep a cool head.
Then you'll understand why I'm calling him.
And not the Father at your orphanage or the DM of Darjeeling.
But you're no ordinary correspondent.
You're quite intelligent.
Honest and dedicated to your work.
I didn't realise it.
I had underestimated you, Amitabha.
But none of us realised that Sheela had fallen for you.
Hey, I can't do this.
I... I can't use him.
Not Amitabha. I can't and I won't. That's final.
Wait a minute, Sheela.
Your affair with Amitabha. Does Bob know about it?
Or are doing it secretly?
-Why did you do this after coming this far? -Because I couldn't help it, Neema!
He's my friend and we meet often, especially after all this planning.
And... And we got intimate.
I broke up with Bob long back.
He's extremely short-tempered and...
And I couldn't take it anymore.
Why didn't you tell us before?
How ridiculous!
My love life should be my personal matter, right?
What?
What did you say?
-Personal matter? -Of course.
As long as Tony is alive, there's nothing personal between us.
What?
What nonsense are you...
Could you do the same thing with your husband? Huh?
What rubbish is this--
Because of this "nonsense"...
I have to...
pretend to be in love with Tony day after day.
He touches me wherever he wants.
And I have to kiss him.
Knowing fully well...
...that I have a husband.
An extremely nice and honest man.
He's had the wrong idea about me for years.
Who will compensate for the damage in my personal life, Sheela?
-Will you? -Neema, wait. Just a minute.
Sheela, let's come to the point.
Has Bob accepted it?
No, Bijoy.
I tried to make him understand but he couldn't take it.
This is exactly why...
I can't take Amitabha in front of him.
Not in front of Bob. Please.
That's final.
One minute.
The final decision isn't yours.
The most important person in this context will make the final decision.
Let's take this conversation inside.
Bijoy, I need to talk to you.
-Come with me. -Let's go.
Look, Sheela.
We would have broken up even if there was no Amitabha.
Because of my temper.
What you do in future will be your personal decision.
But at this moment, we need Amitabha.
I hope you've thought this through.
You think I didn't for all these years?
Bloody hell!
Will you take responsibility if there's a problem?
You think this is a goddamn game, Bob?
Yes, it is! It's a game!
I've been playing this game for 20 years.
Many people have sacrificed a lot for this game.
You can't quit this game...
for selfish reasons.
You can't quit!
Bob.
Bob...
Please don't do this, Bob.
Please, everything will be finished.
You're the only one who gets me.
Bob, look at me.
This isn't as easy as it looks. Please.
Please listen to me.
-I want Amitabha. -Please.
And you will bring him. You have to.
To hell with you!
Many people had to make...
...many sacrifices.
And had to suffer even more.
And...
that's not all.
To make sure no harm befalls you...
many relationships have fallen apart.
I've been stupid too.
If I hadn't gone over to Sheela's place that day...
you would never have found out about us.
Or about the diary.
Where are my keys?
The way you behaved, I think I left the door unlocked.
Go freshen up.
Switch on the geyser.
What's wrong? Freshen up.
S**t!
I don't get it.
I seriously don't!
How could you be so stupid, Bob?
Didn't you admit that you and Sheela are over? Then?
And why the hell did Sheela keep the diary in her drawer?
I swear, Bob. What was the rush to meet her?
You could've waited just a few more days.
Just till his article is published.
-Now we have to do something. -We have to stop him.
Send him to the hospital for a few days.
No. He didn't do anything wrong.
Wow! Then that's that.
Sit him down on your lap and tell him the truth.
I told you not to involve an outsider.
Now face the consequences.
S**t! S**t! S**t!
She dumped you.
Why the hell do you still run after her? Bloody weirdo.
Damn it!
No, we won't tell him directly.
We have to slowly push him towards the truth.
Have you really lost it?
He's gone crazy.
He wasn't wrong.
He's a journalist. It's his job to reveal the truth.
We have to guide him so that he doesn't go the wrong way.
I don't get it.
-It's my fault, right? -Exactly. Yes, you!
All because of you.
That's what I'm saying.
That's why I'll beat him up.
He'll be bed-ridden for three months.
-Don't forget you're a former footballer. -I'm Sheela's former boyfriend.
That's what he needs to know.
Yes, you'll do that.
But don't beat him up.
Just frighten him.
What do you mean?
Let him know that you're angry with him.
He's an intelligent guy.
He'll figure out our real identities from the diary.
Tarun Bose, Reema Banerjee, Uday Lama...
Saibal and Aruna Sen... A bit of digging up is all it'll take.
So we won't let him out of our grasp.
We'll be controlling him.
He'll keep coming back to us.
And slowly, we'll divert him towards Jaiswal.
Let him think that this is Jaiswal's act.
That scumbag!
We'll put the blame on him.
But very carefully.
Cautiously.
He'll go to Neema.
She'll tell him she knows about Tony's scandal.
But she'll divert him to Jaiswal.
If he goes to Subhankar...
he'll also make it clear that he knows about it.
He'll turn him to Jaiswal.
He can come to Roma or me too.
We'll do the same.
-Jaiswal. -I can't do it.
I just can't do it.
Another drama from scratch.
I've been waiting for 10 years.
I waited 10 years for this to end.
I... I can't do it. I want to go back to my normal life.
But doing it all over again with Amitabha...
-I can't do it. -No one's stopped you.
-You had the chance to run away. -I admit it!
I know I could've run away. But I can't do this now.
Try to understand, Bijoy.
We did all this so we don't hurt an innocent person.
Look, I was wrong.
I underestimated him.
But he's not what I thought.
He's very intelligent.
Bijoy, he'll visit you.
Because both you and Tony are from the film industry.
Then you tactfully tell him that Tony got a death threat.
And that Jaiswal is behind it.
Oh! It's you.
-I need to talk to you. -One minute.
That gave him a good scare. Let's go now.
None of us wanted to harm you, Amitabha.
Never.
And you'd find out about Jaiswal anyway.
So we deliberately diverted you towards him.
But we never thought...
that Jaiswal would kidnap you.
You know...
Bob always kept watch outside your house.
So that Jaiswal can't hurt you.
Look.
We told you the truth in our own ways.
But we don't want you to make this public.
So when things got out of hand...
Sheela injured herself and went over to prevent you from writing.
You can't write the article.
With or without Sheela.
Many people's feelings are entangled in this incident.
All of ours.
And we don't want any controversy about them.
Or gossip.
Them being shamed on social media.
Or news channels talking about them.
No discussions or debates.
They are...
They were beloved to us.
-Very dear to us. -They were our family.
We avenged their deaths.
After a lot of planning and suffering.
Like Roma said.
This is personal.
And it'll stay personal.
By the way.
The brandy wasn't poisoned.
The cake was.
Strychnine, 100 mg.
I got the cake.
Even if you want to write...
you have no evidence.
You can make up stories.
But that'll be bad for you.
Isn't it?
I always wanted to be a detective.
But I became a journalist.
You took away all my evidence but...
I had another phone with a recorder.
It might not be great quality.
But it can be digitally restored.
Good enough for the court.
But if I go ahead...
it won't just harm you all.
It'll also harm the orphanage.
And Dr. Pradhan's old-age home.
Hundreds would suffer.
I probably don’t have the right to ruin so many lives.
My editor will get here this evening.
I'll deal with him.
I'm used to lying.
This is your personal matter.
A private issue.
If you want to delete this truth from your lives...
please do it yourselves. s truth from your lives...