How many?
Sixteen.
Open it.
Come on, get off.
-Hey, hurry up. -This way.
Form a single line.
-Come on, move it! -(indistinct chatter)
Get down quickly.
Anyone else?
Renu, take them to that room.
Don't stop. Move it!
Keep moving.
Soma Gorui.
June Payra.
(indistinct chatter)
Samira Rani.
Shobha Rani Das.
Anumita Sen.
Anumita Sen!
You! Hey!
Are you deaf, b***h?
THE INVESTIGATION
Four pedestrians died in a road accident.
Hit by a goods vehicle from Asansol on Station Road.
Keep watching Bengal Bulletin. First to bring you the headlines.
Done?
Oh.
Absolutely perfect.
You'll have to cover for Papiya for the morning news tomorrow.
Anumita! Come quickly, the boss--
One minute.
Sajal has been looking for you for a long time.
Me?
Come on. Let's go.
-Eight a.m. tomorrow. -Done.
(indistinct chatter)
Yes, Sajal?
-You can go. -Hmm.
My goodness!
Even a minister isn't as busy as Anumita Sen.
Sit.
I was in the studio. I had headphones on.
Grown wings, have you?
If I really grew wings, I would fly away from here.
"Who wants to live in chains? Who dreams of dying unfree?"
Indeed.
You haven't seen anything of chains and freedom.
But now you will.
I'm sending you to jail.
What?
You have to interview Narayan Sanyal.
Oh! That's what you meant.
He's currently in Roop Pur Jail on corruption charges.
In fact, he asked to be interviewed by you.
He watched your interview with the CM last month.
And he's impressed.
Okay...
What happened? You don't seem very happy.
I'm not sure if I should be happy when politicians are happy.
You certainly are Pranabesh Sen's daughter.
So, who do I connect with there?
Oh, right.
I've had a word with the jailer. Victor Pakrashi.
Here's the permission for your camera and phone.
-I'll text you his number. -Okay.
-Okay then. Bye. -Done.
Oh, Anumita.
Yes?
Be careful.
Why?
Unpredictable.
You'll see when you get there.
Okay.
-Best of luck. -Thank you.
Hello, Mr. Moitra.
Yes, Mrs. Moitra?
Sorry to burst your bubble.
I'll remain Anumita Sen.
I know, I know.
Anyway, want to finish the rest of the shopping tomorrow?
We don't have much time.
And Dad's constantly nagging me.
He says if Mom were here, I wouldn't be able to delay.
It's the same story everywhere.
I've to listen to how I'm just like my dad.
Completely clueless, blah, blah, blah.
Hey, listen.
By this time next month, we'll be married.
Hmm.
After shopping, let's go buy some plants?
Please, Anumita.
Go with my dad.
You and Dad will turn the house into a jungle.
You're horrible.
You just realised that?
Arnab?
After the wedding, we'll come home to each other.
Hmm.
That's why we're getting married.
Hey? Why did you go all quiet?
Anumita?
I still miss Dad every day, you know?
Is it Arnab?
Hey, Arnab! Just a few days to go.
Madam is here. Won't let me talk anymore.
I'm hanging up, okay? I have an early start tomorrow.
Okay, good night.
Don't stay up too late.
Go to sleep.
-Good night. -Good night.
-Let's go. -Yes.
(indistinct chatter)
Hello. I'm journalist Anumita Sen.
Superintendent Victor Pakrashi asked us to come.
-Madam? -Take them inside.
We have to do a routine check.
It's a jail, after all. A high-security zone.
Sign here. Signature or thumbprint?
Thumbprint.
Hmm.
Hey!
This way.
Hey, walk faster.
Hurry it up!
Strip.
Will you take off your clothes or should I?
Wh-What?
Drama queen! This one's acting all innocent.
-I said take off your clothes. -So naive!
Get naked. Hurry up.
Come on.
I'm pregnant.
I can't take off my clothes.
Such a drama queen!
Sorry--
Sorry I made you wait.
-Please, have a seat. -No problem.
Actually, managing both wings is...
By the way, I am Victor Pakrashi.
-I am Anumita Sen. -I am Bhombol.
I am the superintendent of Roop Pur Correctional Home.
Sajal is an old friend of mine. He told me about you.
When can I meet Narayan Sanyal?
He is waiting for you.
-He asked for you. -Right.
Let me take you to the men's wing.
-Let's go. -Okay.
You swine! I will kill you!
-Just ignore that. -(indistinct yelling)
Why?
There's a huge difference between this side and that side.
This is a prison. Such things are common.
Hmm.
You see, prisoners tend to refuse everything.
Food, medical treatment, and so on. Especially in the beginning.
-Claiming to be all innocent-- -Hey! Don't do that!
-Sir, I won't have an abortion! -Sorry, sir!
-I don't want to lose my baby! -How did she get here?
-Won't get an abortion! -How did she get out?
You are a woman! You will understand my pain!
-I won't have an abortion! -Take her away.
-Yes, sir. -Go away! Right now!
Take her away!
-Let me go! I won't abort! -Shut up!
Is she... is she pregnant?
Yes.
They go out on parole and come back pregnant.
Can't she keep the baby?
Well...
Come, I'll tell you.
Oh gosh!
Hang in there. You'll be okay.
You poor thing.
Binod!
Hey, Binod!
-Binod. -Yes, sir?
Get some antiseptic, cotton, scissors and some warm water.
-Quickly. -Yes, sir.
Hurry up!
We have to save him.
Oh, dear.
Sure, she can keep the baby.
But I think there are some complications in this case.
Or maybe...
Open it.
It's also possible that she's just making it all up.
It's possible.
This is a prison.
The outside world may be sane.
But in here...
The men's wing is that way. Come.
There, there, little one.
Don't you worry.
Sir.
Anumita Sen.
I know.
Wet that cotton ball. It has dried up.
Yes, sir.
If you don't mind, can we reschedule to tomorrow?
I'm very upset today.
Hey, check if it's still bleeding.
It's still bleeding, sir.
Get me a fresh piece of cotton.
TONIGHT'S CONSIGNMENT CANCELLED
There, there. You'll be okay.
Just look at this poor thing.
Got entangled in a kite string.
Terrible.
The poor thing is in so much pain.
Humans are toxic.
Now they are poisoning the sky, water, the earth, everything.
Everything will perish.
Birds, flowers, trees... Nothing will remain.
Only cockroaches will remain.
Swarms of cockroaches.
Darwin's "Survival of the Fittest".
It's a fight for survival.
The cockroaches are winning.
Narayan Sanyal...
Strange man, isn't he?
A man whose heart aches so much for a bird...
How can he be in jail?
Your heart shouldn't ache for him.
He is a strange man, indeed.
I don't know about the rest.
What do you mean?
What are the types of sadness?
What are you talking about?
Sometimes you ask such strange questions!
How many types of sadness? Let's see...
Why are you thinking so hard?
There are two types of sadness.
Real sadness and false sadness.
I mean, fake.
Don't know which one Narayan Sanyal is suffering from.
Hey, what happened?
I forgot something.
What?
So many visitors since morning!
Ma'am.
Huh?
-Told you. -Go on.
Excuse me.
What is it, madam?
Sir is in the men's wing.
-I need to talk to you, not him. -Me?
I couldn't interview him today.
I'll have to come another day.
What a hassle! Anyway...
Who's the girl who fell at my feet?
Lalita.
-Lalita Sardar. -I see.
-The Bharatnagar case. -Okay.
-Oh no! -Tell me something...
What's that?
Nothing to be afraid of.
That's the bell for the inmates' dinner.
I need to go.
Wait...
What was so scary about that?
It was just...
What a strange place.
It's just five p.m.
-Dinner time already? -Want to join them?
Hurry it up.
-Move along. -Don't crowd.
(indistinct chatter)
Walk faster.
Don't just keep standing. Hurry up.
How much rice should I give them?
It's not your wedding. Don't be generous.
Hmm.
Move along.
Hurry up.
Can you give me mashed potato and a boiled egg instead of veggies?
You gave it to some people.
Get lost!
Sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.
-Sorry. -It's okay.
(indistinct chatter)
What?
My food fell.
Oh. So what should I do?
Eat off the floor.
Or else, take it from the one who pushed you.
Just some rice will do.
You think this is a hotel?
Told you to eat off the floor.
Or else, beat up that b***h and take her food.
They must have sissy dads.
That's why they became drama queens.
Who knows if they even have a dad.
(inaudible)
Move!
Out of my way!
Want to hit me?
Want to hit me, huh?
Come on, hit me!
You b***h!
Come on, hit me!
Come at me!
Come on!
Hit me!
Want to hit me hard, huh?
-Hold her tight. -Beat her up!
Bloody b***h!
-Beat her up! -Kick her!
Hit her!
Will you do that again?
Kick her!
B***h!
Will you ever dare to do it again?
Hit her!
Break her face!
Don't you dare bring up my dad again.
Shut her up!
Hit her! Don't stop!
Hey!
Ammi Jaan.
Ammi Jaan, please let her go.
It's all my fault.
Please let her go. Please.
It's... It's my fault.
Please let her go.