Hey!
-Done with the cooking? -Almost done, boss.
Hurry up!
The new jailer is very strict.
If there's any slacking, he's ordered us to beat you up!
-Do it quickly. -Got it.
F**k your orders!
Let it be, boss.
Let's go for a smoke.
Come on, guys.
-Okay. -Let's go.
Hey.
Hey! Join us.
Hey! What will you do here?
Come.
Lost it because you got sentenced for life?
Huh?
Let him be.
He just needs some time.
The guy looks innocent.
Probably still in shock.
-Let's go. -Come.
(indistinct shouting)
Fourth degree burn, Anindya.
No hope of recovery.
It's a wonder he's still alive.
I called you because he wants to talk to you.
Maybe for his dying declaration.
Hear him out.
Broti.
Why did you do it?
Sir...
You didn't believe me.
I...
I didn't kill Rimi.
The real killer...
The evidence...
You couldn't find anything.
Broti.
Broti?
-Doctor. -Yes?
-Please take a look. -Please move.
Sorry.
Could not save him.
THE OMINOUS NIGHT
Imon.
Got the postmortem report.
Meet me at Samaresh Roy Barman's house.
Oh, listen.
Get a search warrant and the force.
Okay?
Chirag.
What are you doing up there, Devi?
Come here.
Came so close yesterday but left.
Come to me now.
Come.
No one will find out.
I'm coming.
I'm coming, Chirag.
I'm coming.
What's the matter?
Were you up all night?
What brings you here so early?
Didn't see you when I woke up. So...
You came to the terrace looking for me?
Wow.
I feel so lucky.
I don't get it, Rai.
Why are you so rude to me?
Can't you talk normally?
Normally?
What's normal in this house?
Our relationship?
Your parents' marriage?
Rittika and Rudra's deaths?
Devi coming back to this house? What's normal?
That's it?
No more?
There's a lot more that can make the list.
It's a long list.
For starters, what goes on between you and Rudra.
Or you and Varun.
-You and my dad. -Stop it!
-Shame on you, Ajitesh. -Humph!
You too?
What, Rai? What?
From an ordinary nurse
to the deputy managing director of a multi-speciality hospital.
All thanks to Samaresh Roy Barman.
If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be a surgeon either.
Wrong. You're wrong.
I've become a surgeon on my merit and hard work.
Not because of Dad.
Right.
Right, Ajitesh.
You've brought a low-born nurse to your family with your hard work.
But you know what?
All your hard work and merit...
still could not make you a real man in bed.
Rudra didn't have to hit me to prove his masculinity.
He proved it in bed.
Humph!
Who the f**k--
Why are you dressed like a whore?
Waiting for your customer?
I haven't dressed up.
Just applied kohl.
Didn't mean your makeup.
Was talking about your saree.
Whores wear this kind of saree.
I look like a whore?
Maybe you're right.
Last week, Rai was wearing a similar saree.
You couldn't take your eyes off her.
You liked it, so I bought the same saree.
-I didn't know that you like whores-- -Oh f**k!
You're talking too much.
Not everything suits everyone.
-You're no match for Rai. -Right.
A low-born nurse
is no match for someone so educated like me.
You can't acquire taste.
-It's in your genes. -Right.
Damn right! Huh!
You just gave me a sample of your education.
This is the real you.
You brought caste into this.
Rai started her career as a nurse.
But look where you both stand now.
You're in the mood to drop truth bombs today.
You're spilling the beans.
What do you mean?
Rai is very hardworking.
I've been watching her for the past two years.
How hard she works with your dad in his room.
Hey, Kirti! Don't you dare.
Just shut your mouth.
Don't cross your limits.
Careful what you say, b***h!
Or I'll rip off your bloody tongue.
Get lost!
Ma'am.
Have sir solved the case already?
Since, he asked me to bring the force and a search warrant
I think he must've gotten a clue.
No, ma'am.
I'm sure the real killer will escape.
Samaresh Roy Barman is friends with MLA Topdar.
It won't be easy to fool sir.
I heard his dad was a cop too.
An innocent man was sentenced for life because of him.
That man killed himself in jail.
After that, sir's dad lost his mind.
Lost his job too.
Then lost his life in a car accident.
Hope sir won't make the same mistake.
Open the door.
I want to go out.
Open the door. I'm stuck inside.
(indistinct chatter)
Open the door, please!
I'm stuck in here!
Open the door!
Hey!
-Hey! -Yes?
-What happened here? -Accident.
Run over. Dead on the spot.
Bikers are so reckless these days.
Nothing to see here.
(indistinct chatter)
Let me out!
I need to go out! Open the door!
Leave!
Get out of my sight!
Get out!
Go away! Go away!
Leave!
Please leave.
Please!
Let me out!
Open the door!
Let me out.
-I'm scared! Help me! -Leave!
Let me out.
-Chirag! -Just leave!
Chirag!
Open the door!
Go away!
-Don't stay here! -Open the door!
(indistinct screaming)
Devi?
Devi!
(inaudible)
What? Why are you smiling?
I'm looking at you.
And?
You are a very interesting man.
-Interesting? -Hmm.
Why?
There's a police raid in your house.
The local MLA is your friend.
But you've not made any calls. You're sitting calmly.
You know what?
-I'm a practical man. -Hmm.
Businessman, after all.
Yesterday, MLA Topdar called the District Magistrate.
Then she must have called you.
But you still got the search warrant.
Last night, you had my hospital searched.
And you are here in the morning.
That means you must have some strong evidence.
Topdar is worthless.
I have no issue with the search.
But I do have a question for you.
Hmm?
You're back in town...
after almost ten years, right?
Your dad...
I knew him. Anindya Sanyal.
Ten years ago, he was the local SP. Right?
I knew Broti Mitra too.
When he set himself on fire...
your dad went crazy.
Broti Mitra's wife
Rimi Moitra was murdered.
And your dad...
arrested Broti for it.
He gathered all the evidence.
Submitted them in court too.
Thanks to that evidence, Broti was sentenced for life.
But...
Broti wasn't the murderer.
It was my son, Rudra.
(inaudible)
Why should I believe you?
You said Rudra is the murderer.
But he's been murdered too.
You might be making up stories.
You're right. I made it up.
What's that word you guys use?
Motive.
So, what's the motive behind my story?
Tell me.
Forget it. Let's get back to the story.
Rimi Moitra was murdered by my son, Rudra.
What was his motive?
It's because they were having an affair.
Illicit relationship.
Broti found out.
Naturally, he and his wife fought...
Domestic abuse...
This was the evidence your dad presented against Broti.
Rimi loved Rudra so much...
that she wanted to leave Broti and marry Rudra.
Rudra didn't want to commit.
This caused issues between them.
In a fit of rage, Rudra killed her.
But everyone thought...
Broti did it.
Why am I telling you this now?
Huh?
Because now comes the most important question.
Your father...
What do we call him?
Stupid or corrupt?
Look.
If he didn't know
who the murderer was, then he was stupid.
But...
If he knew the killer and still didn't do anything...
Then it means he took a bribe from me.
Get my point?
So, let me repeat the question.
What do we call your dad?
Stupid or corrupt?
Hmm?
What about you?
Mr. Satyaki Sanyal?
Are you stupid or corrupt?
Sir.
Found these pants under Ajitesh's mattress.
Show me.
Ajitesh said it belongs to him. It has blood stains.
What's going on?
You're harassing us for no reason.
The way Rudra was stabbed...
it should've left blood stains on the killer's clothes.
Yesterday, we seized the clothes on the clothesline.
Found no blood stains.
Then it occurred to me that the killer might've worn something like...
a doctor's apron.
There would be blood on it.
And on the killer's pants or trousers.
Last night, we searched your hospital.
In your locker...
In your locker, Ajitesh.
We found a blood-stained apron.
What nonsense!
I wear it for surgeries.
It's normal to have blood stains.
Hmm, right.
Did Rudra undergo surgery? Was he under your care?
No.
So sad.
The forensic report says the blood on the apron
is Rudra Roy Barman's.
You've shown your true colours, doc.
Shame on you!
Then we found your pants.
Will send it for forensic check too.
Ajitesh Roy Barman.
You have to come with us for interrogation.
You-You are mistaken.
You're making a mistake.
It's my family tradition.
But I have a unique quality.
My mistakes...
lead me to the truth.
And until that happens...
I don't stop.
Let's go.
Please calm down.
Yesterday, you went to the pond without telling anyone.
That's why they locked the room last night.
Okay, I will speak to them.
I promise, I will.
They won't lock you in anymore. Okay?
Listen to me, Sneha.
I won't stay here. I won't!
You hear me? It's dangerous here!
I'm scared, Sneha.
-I'm begging you. -Don't do this.
-I want to see my parents. -Get up.
Call my parents, Sneha.
I will return with them.
-Please call them. -But they're not here.
They left for a pilgrimage.
Maybe it was a planned trip.
They've left?
Left?
They left me?
They left me...
My parents...
Left...
They left me.
I have to run. Have to...
-I have to run away! -Devi!
-Wait, Devi! -Don't try to stop me!
-Imon! -Devi!
Calm down, Devi.
-Let go of me! -Stop it, Devi.
-Let me go! -Calm down!
What's wrong?
What are you afraid of?
You wanted to die yesterday.
Satyaki! Did you go to Palashpur?
-Did you? -I did.
-Really? -Hmm.
How did Chirag die?
According to reports, he drowned.
His lungs were full of water.
The cause of death is drowning.
I told you he couldn't have drowned. He was a state-level swimmer.
According to the forensic report, Chirag Mukherjee died at 2:00 p.m.
Where were you at the time?
I've told you already.
I went to the salon at noon.
-At 03:00 p.m. I got back home. -Right.
You went to the salon at noon.
You got back home at 3:10 p.m.
Yeah.
But you were in the salon for just an hour.
At 1:00 p.m. you left the salon.
Then reached home at 3:10 p.m.
What were you doing for two hours in between?
Where were you?
What were you doing when Chirag Mukherjee died?
Where were you, Devi?