(indistinct chatter)
(inaudible)
(indistinct chatter)
(song playing)
-Hey! -Madam.
Is Phulki available?
Brought a good customer.
Goddamn!
Why do you ask stupid questions?
Don't you know?
Who's after Phulki these days?
Oh my God!
Varun is here?
His brother just died and he's...
Whatever.
Is Bindi available?
I think her customer has left.
-Take him. -Okay.
He isn't a troublemaker, right?
Varun is in the room next to Bindi.
Come, sir.
-Go with him. -Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
Madam! Madam!
The customer who came in the afternoon wanted a beer.
I was getting a beer from the fridge when he hit me on my neck.
When I came to...
I found myself on the floor.
Someone came in disguise.
Chhenu.
Go and check if Varun is alright.
Hurry up!
Open the door, Phulki.
Sir?
Phulki!
Phulki?
Open up.
Sir?
Phulki.
Madam!
-Murder! -S**t!
Murder!
(indistinct screaming)
Satyaki.
THE OMINOUS NIGHT
(song playing)
What is your name again?
Phulki?
Yes, sir.
Look what they've done to Varun!
He never harmed a soul.
He must have done something or why would someone...
I...
I saw the killer.
What did you see?
Couldn't see the face but I saw the killer.
The killer was wearing a burqa.
A burqa?
Yes, sir.
She had long hair like this woman.
Similar shoes. And a blue dress like this.
What?
What do you mean?
Same design, same colour.
You just said she was wearing a burqa then how did you see the dress?
Sir.
Imon.
Varun Roy Barman has been murdered.
Oh s**t!
I've called the forensic team.
You take Devi home.
And take her clothes as evidence.
I mean, Devi's clothes.
-Okay? -Hmm.
Call me when you're done.
-Okay, sir. -Oh, one thing.
Inform Samaresh Roy Barman.
-Yes, sir. -Go.
-Come. -Go with her.
Was Varun a regular customer?
-Hmm? -Hmm.
He used to visit almost daily.
In the past two months, he would only come to me.
Where did you meet sir?
Here.
In Thakurgali?
What were you doing here so late at night?
Tell me what happened. From the beginning.
Customers start coming from evening.
I was drying my hair after a wash.
(song playing)
The woman in the burqa was sitting in one corner of the room.
That's when
Varun entered the room.
Phulki, my queen.
Where are you?
Where are you, honey?
In the washroom?
What the hell!
She's not here.
I could sense that Varun was in danger.
Oh, damn!
You are wearing a burqa.
Role play?
Where did you pick it up, Phulki?
Come to me.
Let me take a look. Come closer.
Hurry up.
Come.
Let me see your face.
What the--
It's y-you.
Why?
Y-You...
What are you doing here?
Then she dropped her burqa to the ground.
That's when I saw her long hair, her dress
and her shoes.
She packed the burqa in a piece of paper.
Then I heard something fall to the floor.
Then she heard a noise and ran away.
Madam! Madam!
That means Varun knew the killer.
What's the matter with you?
How dare you call her to the police station without permission?
And you, Devi.
Went to the police station just like that?
Huh?
Didn't bother to inform me?
Sorry, uncle.
Extremely sorry.
Devi told me before she went out.
She wanted to tell you.
I told her not to worry.
I will tell you later.
Then it slipped my mind.
Sorry. I'm really sorry.
Please don't yell at Devi.
The police station is nearby.
-That's why I didn't stop her. -Very bad, Sneha.
Sir, I need to talk to you in private.
-Me? -Yes.
But first, I have to go to Devi's room.
Why?
I need to take her dress with me.
Excellent!
Are you planning to start a laundry service?
Hmm?
Please wait, sir.
I'll speak to you in a bit.
Okay, I'll wait here.
If you can't find the room, ask Tani.
Tani isn't home.
She's visiting a relative.
I don't know when she'll be back.
-I'll find my way back. -Part of your job.
Come, Devi.
Let's go.
You.
Come here.
-Me? -Yes, you.
-You're Bindi, right? -Hmm.
Come here.
Your customer asked for beer.
Describe that person.
A Punjabi.
Had a large turban on.
Beard and moustache.
Was wearing sunglasses.
Skinny. Looked helpless.
You would laugh at the sight of him.
Disguise?
What about his shoes?
Umm, I didn't notice, sir.
But he was wearing shirt and pants.
When he asked for beer
did you find something wrong with his voice?
A broken voice. Kind of scratchy.
Tell me.
What's the bad news?
How did you know it's bad news?
I just know.
I can sense it.
Just like I know...
that you didn't call Devi to the police station.
I also know
that Devi didn't tell Sneha before going out.
But where did she go? What was she doing so late at night?
Why are you trying to protect her?
I don't know that yet.
But I will find out very soon.
Now shoot.
Your son, Varun, was found murdered in a brothel in Thakurgali.
Varun's body will be taken for postmortem.
You...
You will return Rudra's body in the morning.
Now leave.
-Imon. -Yes, sir.
I'm done here.
Are you still in Thakurgali?
I'll text you an address.
Meet me there.
Okay, sir.
Where were you?
Hmm?
I was in Thakurgali.
-Thakurgali? -Hmm.
That's where....
What were you doing there?
I got a call.
From who? Who called you?
Man or woman?
Umm, a man.
He asked me
to come to Yuvak Sangha Club in Thakurgali at 7:00 p.m.
Said he has some information about Chirag.
I didn't know the place.
-So, I asked for directions and went-- -Wait a moment.
Who's this Chirag?
Didn't you ask Satyaki about him the other day?
Okay. Forget it.
You can tell me later if you want.
The man who called you...
-didn't you call him back? -Yes, I did.
But it said the number doesn't exist.
Then?
Did you enter Thakurgali?
Yes. I was getting weird looks.
It was disgusting!
I didn't like the place at all.
Then a man grabbed my hand and asked me a weird question.
But I ran away.
What question?
He asked...
"Darling, how much for the night?"
Okay.
Then?
I just ran like crazy.
Then I saw Satyaki.
Oh.
That means you have no idea about Varun's death.
I...Umm... I'll get going.
How's Indrani coping?
I've given her strong sleeping pills.
Let her rest.
Two of her sons have been murdered.
Another is in jail.
I know very well...
that you didn't love Varun.
His death doesn't affect you.
Rather...
you've become free now.
No, I don't blame you.
Where's Shivani?
She hasn't returned yet.
When she's back, send her to me.
Keep one thing in mind.
I don't know who killed Varun.
I also don't know where you were at the time of the murder.
Or what you were doing.
I don't know.
I have one advice for you all.
Become each other's alibi.
Discuss and decide
who was with whom.
Now leave.
Leave!
Let me turn on the lights.
Come in.
You know...
I've been the caretaker of this flat for three years.
Before that, it was under lock and key for 10 years.
They say, a couple used to live here.
Apparently, they used to fight a lot.
Then, you know, the husband killed the wife.
So, the flat got a bad name.
All kinds of, you know, rubbish superstitions.
If you buy the flat through my... You know...
I will get you a cheap deal.
-Who else lives in the building? -Who...
Many people.
Mr. Bakshi.
He's been here for more than 10 years.
But now, he's sick.
Imon.
Come.
You can leave.
We will check out the flat and hand you the keys later.
-Leave. -No.
I mean, I will leave.
You want to buy the flat.
You're here to see it.
That's very natural.
But leaving you two, you know, in an empty flat...
You know, temptation can be dangerous.
"You know", both of us are cops.
-Got it, Mr. Caretaker? -Oh.
-You can leave now. -Hmm.
Don't spit here.
Swallow and leave.
-You know, I'll get going. -Okay.
So, this was Broti Mitra's flat. -Hmm.
According to Samaresh Roy Barman, Rudra killed Rimi here.
And Broti was blamed for it.
You know, Imon...
After Dad lost his job
he used to come here often without telling us.
We'd find him on the floor.
Sir.
Hear me out.
Let's leave.
It must be painful for you.
Don't pay much heed to Samaresh Roy Barman.
He is toying with your psyche, sir.
Imon.
At one point, I didn't have any purpose in life.
For a long time.
But now, I have one.
I will reopen the Rimi Mitra-Murder Case.
Why are you wearing this?
Y-You...at this hour?
I have some information for you. And need some from you.
First I'll get what I want. Because I don't know
how you will react to my information.
What do you know about the relationship between Rimi Mitra and Rudra?
Rimi Mitra?
Who's that?
-You don't know her? -No.
Ten years ago she was murdered here, in Pratapnagar.
Her husband killed her.
Rumour has it...
she was having an affair with Rudra. Haven't you heard?
The incident...
I vaguely remember it.
But she had an affair with my brother...
That's news to me.
Hmm.
Then let me tell you what I know.
Varun was found murdered in Thakurgali this evening.
We haven't found the killer.
That means Rudra's killer is someone else.
Ah, sibling love!
I'm moved to tears.
To answer your question, no, I can't tell you that right now.
The two brothers might've been killed by different people.
But tell me something.
Why do you suspect me?
Just because there was blood on my clothes?
Someone else might've done that.
True.
Then let me share some news with you.
One second.
-Ghosh! -Yes, sir?
Get me a chair.
Why don't we sit and talk?
Here.
As I was saying...
Rudra Roy Barman's postmortem report says
it's a case of pneumothorax.
Punctured lung. Stabbed from behind.
Do you think this is normal in a murder case?
No.
Why?
Because death is not guaranteed.
Not certain.
Still, the killer chose this method.
Why?
Whoever the killer had to have three criteria.
Go on, I'm listening.
First, human anatomy.
The killer must be an expert on human anatomy.
Our lungs are protected by the rib cage.
The killer must know how to puncture the lungs correctly.
Correct.
If one lung is punctured...
a person can survive on the other one.
In that case, the chance of death falls to 1.7 percent.
I don't think the killer would take that risk.
Then?
But in Rudra's case, it was a 90 percent chance.
Because...
when he was a child, he had a lung infection.
One of his lungs became almost dysfunctional.
The killer was aware of Rudra's medical history.
Hmm.
And number three?
Something that is common to every murder case.
Motive.
The three criteria that you just mentioned
apply to you as well.
Your knowledge of anatomy is great.
You were well aware of Rudra's medical history.
And motive?
That's very apparent in your case.
There is another one, Ajitesh.
Postmortem report says, the killer is left-handed.
Like you, Ajitesh.
These criteria apply to two other people in our family.
Who?
Rai Roy Barman.
She was a trained nurse.
And she also knew about Rudra's medical history.
And Rai...
is left-handed.
Her motive?
Rai's ambitions know no limits.
She wants to reach the top.
If anyone comes in her way...
she won't hesitate to get rid of them.
Was Rudra getting in Rai's way in the nursing home?
Maybe.
You can look into it.
Who's the second person?
Samaresh Roy Barman, my father.
Once upon a time, he was a great doctor.
Since he's left-handed...
maybe Varun and I were born that way.
Rudra and Shivani are right-handed.
What's your father's motive?
Rai is the right person to answer that.
Alright.
Ghosh!
Yes, sir?
Satyaki!
There's someone else.
In our house.
How could I forget her?
There's someone else.
Who?
Devi.
Six years ago, when she used to live with us...
her knowledge of human anatomy was even better than mine.
And Devi is...
ambidextrous.
Like Einstein.
Her both hands work equally well.
Six years ago
she lived in your house?
-The police will soon come for you. -Police?
They suspect you're the killer in both cases.
Both cases?
Rudra and Varun's murders.
How do you know about that?
You know I have my ways.
I've come to tell you something.
Don't tell police anything about me.
I know you suspect me.
But don't tell the police.
You are crazy, Maya.
Y-You should see a doctor.
Remember what I said.
Don't tell your dear Satyaki anything about me.
If you do, Satyaki will also die.
Silly girl. Why are you crying?
I'm your friend, Devi.
You'll need me more than ever now.
What do you mean?
More murders are yet to happen in this house.
Four more.
Satyaki is coming, Devi.
He is coming for you.
Beware.
Beware, Devi.