(chanting)
Atin!
Atin?
Atin, dear...
Bhabesh uncle?
Uncle!
You're here?
Yes...
Look, uncle.
The Goddess has accepted my offering.
She accepted it.
Call that priest!
Let him see whether the Goddess loves me or not.
She loves me.
Let that bastard come and see!
Since when, Atin?
Two weeks, uncle.
Two weeks.
The Goddess has accepted my offering.
For two weeks now.
Damri.
Damri, Damri...
There's something special about her cooking.
Everything has changed since she arrived.
Everything.
The Goddess is now accepting my offering.
She loves me, uncle.
Oh Mother Goddess!
Oh Mother!
Mother...
Oh Mother!
Damri!
The Goddess has accepted my offering, Damri!
Mr. Agarwal?
Anyone here?
We're not open yet.
Please come after 11:30 a.m.
This is urgent. It's about Atin Mukherjee.
When...
...did you last time meet Atin?
Not since he took the idol, uncle.
I'd called him one weekend.
Asked if he wants to hang out.
He said something weird.
Apparently he doesn't like crowded places anymore.
He'd rather go to the cemetery.
How long did you have the idol?
For about two days.
Did nothing strike you as odd?
Uncle...
There's something I didn't tell Atin.
I should tell you.
I had an employee called Ratan.
Suddenly, he quit and left town.
I asked many times what's wrong.
But he didn't say.
Just looked at the idol and tried to say something about the Goddess.
But couldn't.
After what you told me
I wish I hadn't given the idol to Atin.
I'm sure something's fishy about that idol.
Will you take me
to the place where you got the idol?
Please?
(indistinct chatter)
Hmm?
-What has he done to himself? -Exactly.
I've stopped telling him anything.
-Nothing more we can do. -Yeah.
(indistinct chatter)
-What is that? -Smells so horrid.
-Who brought that? -Stinking!
What the hell?
How is he eating that?
How is he eating?
He's lost his mind...
Take a few days off, Atin.
You need some rest.
I'm perfectly fine, sir.
Are you serious?
Have you taken a look at yourself?
Go to a doctor.
We have tie-ups with several hospitals.
You'll get medical insurance.
-You won't have to spend a penny. -I'm fine.
-Why are you worried? -Nothing's wrong with me, sir.
No, Atin. I don't want to hear it.
I'm putting you on mandatory leave for a week.
I can extend it if needed.
Get a proper checkup.
I won't let you rejoin without a doctor's certificate.
-Uncle... -Priest.
Huh?
Some flat bread with vegetables, please.
Sure.
We have one flat bread ready.
Start with this. I'll make you more.
Can I get half of that?
I'm very hungry.
You gave me the bigger half?
Could've given me the smaller half.
I didn't think much.
You said you're hungry.
Besides, he's making more.
(chanting hymn)
I am Krishnananda Maitra.
From the Maitra family in Nabadwip.
You are?
Atin Mukherjee.
Father's name?
Ajay Mukherjee.
What did he do?
Why?
Well...
Was it something fishy?
Professor.
Great.
Teaching is the most noble profession.
I am a teacher too.
It's our family profession.
-You're a teacher? -Something like that.
Have written a book or two.
On what?
Prayers and rituals.
Most recently, a collection of various rituals of worship.
Came to College Street today to speak to my publisher.
But it got quite late.
Good thing, though. I got to meet you.
You've written books on prayers and rituals?
Do you practice tantra?
Goddess Rajrajeshwari, the Divine Mother.
Dark forces cannot bring harm to a true devotee.
Remember something, Atin.
Tantra is not the greatest power.
The greatest power...
is that of love.
Love is the most powerful form of tantra.
This will save your life, Atin.
Do not take this off your neck at any cost.
When its job is done...
it'll come to me by itself.
One who gives food to the hungry
is protected by the Divine Mother.
Your flat bread, sir.
Huh?
I'm unmarried, Priest.
Childless.
I have no relatives.
Atin is my friend's son.
An orphan now.
I'm his only guardian.
He's in grave danger.
He's so obsessed with the idol, his life is at risk.
If something happens to him, I won't be able to forgive myself.
Only you can help us now.
Please tell us.
Which goddess is this?
My lack of foresight is to blame.
She is no ordinary deity.
Ninth of the Ten Mahavidyas, the ten goddesses of wisdom...
She is Goddess Matangi.
Tomorrow is a new moon night.
Right?
Yes.
That means...
Tomorrow will be the last night of Atin's life.
Damri!
How strange.
Damri.
Yes, Dadababu?
How long have you not done the laundry?
And look at the state of the downstairs room!
Dirty, messy, things strewn about.
I'm really unwell today.
Go to bed after you worship the Goddess.
We'll talk tomorrow.
-Hello, Jadavnagar Police Station? -Yes.
About a month ago...
...I'd filed a missing person report.
-For Pushparani Das. -Yes.
Can you give me an update, please?
Just a minute.
The case was closed with your permission.
What?
Yes.
With my permission...
Yes.
Um, okay.
-Hello, Ajit. -Yeah, tell me.
Um, listen.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
-I need your help. -What's up?
-Your newspaper... -Yes?
Can I put an ad for a missing person in your newspaper?
Someone you know?
Yes, that's right.
In fact, she's family.
Got it.
Did you file a police report?
I did but somehow nothing came of it.
-Found no leads. -Oh.
So, I hoped you could help me out.
-Please try. -I'm sending someone's contact.
Damri!
Damri?
Damri--
Damri!
Damri?
You went to the terrace, Dadababu?
Yes. It-It's such a mess!
There's all sorts of...
Birds, strange writing...
What the hell is all that?
No healthy person can live like...
The birds must've dirtied it.
Don't worry about it.
I'll clean it up.
There's some bad news.
I went into the prayer room this morning to see...
The Goddess refused the offering last night.
There must've been something wrong with my cooking.
Why else would She reject the offering I prepared?
So, I've decided to prepare a grand offering tonight.
It's a new moon night.
The Goddess won't refuse the offering tonight.
Come home a little late tonight.
We'll present the grand offering to the Goddess together.
Won't give up till the Goddess is pleased.
Right, Dadababu?