Hello!
Anumita Sen.
Hello.
Anumita Sen.
Didn't I tell you?
There's sanity only on the other side.
Welcome to the world of insanity.
You picked a fight with Ammi Jaan as soon as you came.
By the way...
you recognise me, don't you?
Victor Pakrashi.
I was the one who brought you into this world.
You remember, right?
Hey.
Hello? Anumita Sen?
Hello? Anumita Sen!
THE INVESTIGATION
(Indistinct chatter)
I told you we should go by scooter.
Wouldn't get pushed around like this.
There's a reason behind everything, Bhombol.
Yeah, whatever.
Bharatnagar! Next stop, Bharatnagar!
-Hey, the next stop is us. -Next stop is Bharatnagar.
Bharatnagar! Bharatnagar! Bharatnagar!
Get off quickly.
Bharatnagar! Hurry up!
Get off quickly, come on.
Come on.
Let's go that way.
Hey!
Go!
BHARATNAGAR
(indistinct chatter)
-There it is. -Yeah.
Let's go.
BHARATNAGAR POLICE STATION
-Sir. -This way.
Sir, journalist Anumita Sen is here to meet you.
-Anumita Sen? -Yes.
Anumita Sen... Oh, now I remember.
You're the journalist from Bengal Bulletin, right?
-Please have a seat. -Thank you.
You're the one who interviewed the CM.
Now, I'm here to interview you.
Interview me?
Oh!
Do I look fine?
Uh... what do I say? Will you be taking photos?
Not just photos, sir. We'll be recording it.
Bring out the camera.
Oh! What's the topic?
The way you're serving the people of this remote village.
Solving such difficult cases.
But no one is covering it.
So I want to do a story on you.
It's difficult, ma'am.
Cops in the city are under pressure from ministers.
And here the village chiefs keep us under pressure.
Immense pressure.
They blame us for everything.
Can't tell you how difficult it is.
-We also have families. -Yes, of course.
Hey, he's already told us so much.
-Start recording. -Yes, yes.
One minute.
Before that, I need some information
on a completely different topic.
Sure.
The Lalita Sardar Case.
Also known as the Bharatnagar Murder Case.
Can you give us any information about it?
What did you say? Lalita Sardar?
Yes.
Lalita Sardar...
No. I don't recall any such case.
One minute.
Samir, check the old files.
See if you find any file on Lalita Sardar.
-Okay, sir. -Go on.
Back to what I was saying.
We have families too.
We have a life personal life too.
We just get screamed at all day.
Either by the public or by politicians.
People only see us with our batons.
But they don't know how it's shoved up our a**!
Sorry, ma'am. Sorry for my language.
-It's okay. -Please.
Sir, found it. The Lalita Sardar Case.
Happened two years ago. Murdered her husband.
Domestic abuse.
She smashed his head with a grinding stone.
Just see, ma'am.
A woman smashed her husband's head!
You won't find such cases in the city.
But we have to deal with all this.
Are you sure this case is from two years ago?
Yes, here it is.
It's clearly written. March 7, 2023.
Can you imagine, Sajal?
Lalita Sardar was arrested two years ago.
She never got bail. No one bail out the poor.
My source told me her case was heard at a fast-track court.
Life imprisonment within six months.
Since then, she's been at Roop Pur Correctional Home.
So, you're implying...
No, I'm not just implying it. I'm sure about it.
Lalita Sardar got pregnant at Roop Pur Correctional Home.
How does an inmate get pregnant in an all-women's prison?
This is the real news.
Everyone from the administration to the ministry will be shaken up.
Hmm.
But will that be a good thing?
Why not?
I don't just want to do a story. I want to report the news.
Just calm down. Think with a cool head.
If you enter the snake pit, it will bite.
Not just Bengal Bulletin, but you too.
There are sex rackets running in various prisons in the country.
Whenever a journalist has tried to report it
If they were very lucky, they lost their job.
And if they were unlucky, they lost their life.
And this Lalita case
could be a one-off incident instead of a sex racket, right?
We can't let Lalita's case slide so easily.
Anumita Sen!
Hello!
You're doing this to yourself for no reason.
Just tell me why you came here.
You have some plan. I know that very well.
I smell something off about you being here.
Spit it out.
Tell me, tell me, tell me.
Out with it.
-Come on. -The police...
brought me here on murder charges...
You know that.
Sweet girl.
Victor...
The smell is coming from your system.
Because it is completely rotten.
Sitamoni!
-Sitamoni! -Sir.
Put her in a cell.
Solitary cell.
Sir.
What's the news on Bishu? Will he survive?
I don't think so, sir. About 80% burnt.
Keep an eye on him.
Let me know if he comes to.
God knows why insiders do such things.
Anyway.
-Is tonight's consignment ready? -Yes.
Hmm.
Be careful.
Go and supervise it. And careful.
Okay, sir.
-Make sure there's no trouble. -Okay, sir.
How is that bird now?
Uh, it's okay, more or less.
Better than yesterday. But it still can't fly.
I've kept it in my cell.
I hope it gets well soon.
Thank you so much.
You are a voracious reader.
You'd read about 12 pages of "The Prince" yesterday.
Finished a 200-page book in a day. And started a new one today.
Nice.
Your observation skills are amazing.
But how did you know that I'd read about 12 pages yesterday?
Your bookmark.
Oh!
Tell me something.
You and your party are claiming
that the central agency framed you for corruption.
You are such a popular leader.
With so much experience...
Why did they target you?
Didn't you ever wonder, why me?
Hmm, good question.
You can't just take the flowers of popularity and leave the thorns.
Hmm, beautiful girls have this bad habit.
They ignore their admirers to a point that...
their confidence level drops to absolute zero.
That's what you're doing.
Answer the phone.
My hair isn't turning grey for nothing, madam.
Arnab Moitra.
Your boyfriend.
Am I right?
It won't do if only your observation skills are good.
My observation and networking skills...
both are quite good.
I have to keep track
of what's happening across the entire state.
Are my boyfriend and I important news in this state?
Oh, why not?
Arnab Moitra works at Compact, doesn't he?
Compact manages the election campaign for my party, ma'am.
He's a very good boy.
There's just one problem.
He's too honest.
And a bit too adventurous.
What happened to your leg?
Kept me in hanging for a long time.
My leg is swollen.
It hurts a lot.
Take this.
What's this?
I've got some flat bread and sugar.
Ammi Jaan said she won't let you eat tonight.
So I kept this aside for you.
Eat it quickly.
What's your name?
Putul.
Putul...
Lalita.
Did you know Lalita Sardar?
Hey, who's there?
(indistinct singing)
(indistinct chatter)
-Arnab! -Hey!
-What's up? -The usual. How are you?
-Is your office problem resolved? -Yes, yes.
-Did the sun rise in the west today? -Why?
You called so many times. Then came to pick me up.
What's the matter?
If not for the scooty, he could have come with us.
Don't give me that look.
When we go here and there for work, this scooty is our trusted aide.
This car isn't available every day.
You guys carry on with your fight. I'll get going.
Oh, Arnab!
Today there was a tough face-off. Narayan Sanyal vs Anumita Sen.
Hear the rest from her.
More interesting than a T20 match.
Anyway, get home safe. Bye.
-I'll just clear the bill. -Hmm.
(indistinct chatter)
Here.
Get in.
Shall we?
(indistinct singing)
How did you know where I was?
I had called Sajal.
So desperate? What's going on?
What happened?
Listen...
Be a little careful.
I work at a place where
it's always about party, politics, elections...
It's just a little scary.
Arnab Moitra is scared?
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I'm kidding.
See, we both chose this life.
Don't be scared.
And you'll see, we'll have a wonderful life together.
We will grow old together.
Compact has received a video.
It's very disturbing.
I can't tell you the details.
But we need to be a little careful.
The person I interviewed today...
Yes?
Narayan Sanyal.
He said a lot of things about you.
-About me? -Yes.
What?
Arnab!