It's a heavy burden.
Best to get rid of it.
Just like Arjun.
Best to get rid of him.
Would you like a sweet?
A reward for your work.
Arjun has a sweet tooth.
Precision is the secret.
A clean cut.
That's what Arjun deserves.
(overlapping voices)
KARMA IS A KILLER
If Gopal is the striker...
and the balcony railing, the baseline of a carrom board...
Then where would he land?
Should fall straight and right.
Or did he land here?
Or straight down?
No.
The game is taking a turn.
Mrs. Das!
I was waiting for you.
Ah, found a partner.
Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.
Do you play carrom?
Huh?
Carrom.
No.
Try it.
-It's a game of angles. Trigonometry. -Oh.
Problem is, carrom has nothing to do with gravity.
But your husband's downfall has a big connection with gravity.
Huh?
Okay...
Instead of thinking in terms of carrom...
let's use cricket?
You must know how cricket works.
I don't quite understand what you mean.
Oh! You don't understand?
I'm trying to reconstruct what happened that night.
Look, I have 24 years of experience.
I've learnt if you put yourself in the subject's shoes
you'll understand what had happened.
Do you know what my favourite book is?
The dictionary for Bengali to English to Bengali.
I was browsing through it.
A drop like that is called...
'Fall'.
But if someone is made to fall, it's called 'felled'.
-Mrs. Das. -Yes?
That changes things.
Your fruits have 'fallen'.
Let me pick them up.
My L4 and L5 in my spine...
I got this.
My central nervous system is protesting.
Here.
Tell me something.
The doctor has strictly forbidden me from having tea at roadside stalls.
But this silly police officer left his milk flask at the station.
How do I get milk now?
See the problem?
I have an ulcer, you see.
My stomach is rumbling like a cloud!
If I could get some milk...
So, can I get a cup of milk?
Let's go.
Come on then.
Actually, it's all very simple.
The physics behind his fall...
He might've simply fallen-- Oh my!
But a push...
-Mrs. Das. -Hmm?
A push can change everything.
That's a different story.
Like dropping a letter in a letterbox. Plop!
Thud!
No drama.
Straight to the point. Splat!
So, what does that mean?
Is it murder?
A murder case?
Can't really say.
Not until the full post-mortem report arrives.
The toxicology report is pending.
Until it all comes in...
Until we have all the ingredients, we won't know the recipe.
But my gut feeling says...
Have you seen my gut? It's so wide!
Hmm.
It wasn't always like this.
It's the canteen food. Just see.
It's a planet in itself!
So, my gut feeling says that something is fishy.
Say, you love fish curry.
But you see radish in the curry.
What will you do?
Throw it away.
Can I say something?
Yes, go on.
Please tell me.
Well...
A murrel curry doesn't taste good without radish.
I thought you'd say something about the case.
What can I say about that?
Aren't you thinking a bit too much about the case?
I have nothing else to do.
Just sit and think.
So, I'm thinking about it.
Sometimes, my acidity breaks my train of thought.
And that's why I drink milk.
The milk here is quite good.
It's not processed, is it?
No.
-Some more? -No, no.
Just good quality.
MUCHIPUKUR POLICE STATION
(indistinct chatter)
Sir.
-Sir. -Kanai.
-Sir, you... -Wait.
Turn right.
Right...
Now left.
Huh?
What... What is it, sir?
There's a saying, you know?
When you've been married a long time
you start looking like your partner.
You've been with me for so long, Kanai...
you've started to look like me.
Oh, come on, sir.
Sir, you asked me to check Mrs. Das' alibis.
Checks out.
-Did you watch the movie? -Yes, sir.
Which movie?
The CCTV footage. Crystal clear picture.
Jhinuk entered Dhwani Sound Studio at 10:03 p.m.
She left the next morning at 6:28 a.m.
Checked her entry and exit on three cameras.
All three have timestamps.
She was there all night.
-She was dubbing all night? -Yes.
Meanwhile, her husband fell from the balcony.
It fits too well, doesn't it?
But sir, her alibi is solid.
She was at a sound studio in Ballygunge.
You think she was also here in Muchipukur at the same time
and pushed her husband off? How is that possible, sir?
Hmm. Right.
-Logic. -Exactly, sir.
-You know, I used to play the sitar. -Didn't know...
-I used to play the sitar. -Oh!
So, you have to tune the strings.
I see.
Sometimes, one the strings goes a little flat.
-You won't be able to tell. -Oh.
But someone with a trained ear...
-That woman... -Jhinuk Das?
She's hiding something.
I can feel it in my L4-L5.
They're singing a duet!
A duet of doubt.
What is she hiding, sir?
Her pain? That's natural.
Her husband just died, so...
It's all a performance.
-Huh? -Yes.
Don't forget she's a professional voice artiste.
She knows very well how to deliver a dialogue.
How to express the right emotion for the right scene.
Her statement the other day is just an act of...
dubbing.
Go deeper, Kanai.
Okay, sir.
Find out about Gopal Das.
What did he do? Whom did he hang out with?
His friends, enemies, creditors...
-Look into these things. -Hmm.
And Jhinuk Das.
Before Gopal, after Gopal.
Did she make any new friends?
An exciting new relationship?
Right, sir...
The dish called "murder"
is often cooked by more than one pair of hands.
Sir, I mean...
We're still on the book cover.
-We have to start reading. -Right.
Otherwise, we'll fall behind.
-Go, go. -Yes, sir.
Jhinuk, you ready?
Hmm.
And...
Rolling.
What will you do?
You can't do anything.
I will expose you to the world.
I can't... I can't.
I can't.
I can't, I can't, I can't! Arjun...
I can't...
Arjun?
The line is, "I will expose you to the world."
Huh?
Are you okay?
Jhinuk?
(song playing on recorder)
Just one of those days. You know better than me.
But I have a solution. Chocolate.
Here.
I'm just a little tired.
Ever since Gopal's death, you've been a bit...
That's natural.
You should've taken a break.
Or if it's something else, you can always tell me.
We're friends, right?
It's not that.
The lines are a bit complicated.
It's difficult to articulate.
-I'll be fine. Let's resume. -Right.
(song playing)
Hey.
Won't you bloom?
It's been a long time.
You don't like the humidity, eh?
You're too picky.
But look at us.
How we have made our peace.
(song continues)
Yes?
Coming.
Jhinuk Das?
Yes.
This is for you.
Thank you.
ENJOY YOUR NEW LIFE YOUR TURN TO GIFT ME A NEW LIFE
Hello?
Yes, I can hear you. Kanai here.
What?
Yes, you spoke to me.
Yes.
Yes, ma'am.
I understand.
Been four hours... He hasn't come home, right?
Why don't you wait a bit? He came back the last time.
What happened?
What?
It doesn't work like that. You can't just order us.
This is not a food delivery app! This is a police station.
Where is Officer Bhaduri?
-Sir isn't here. -Oh.
I'm not sure where he has gone.
During lunch, a fish bone got stuck in his teeth.
Hello. Yes, I can hear you.
His phone battery might have died.
Sometimes people go somewhere else for some peace.
People do these things. To get some peace.
My uncle used to do it when he got mad at my aunt.
-What a hassle! -Umm...
Did he say when he'll be back?
-Hilsa. -Can you call--
Fresh from Diamond Harbour. Madan brought it.
Tasted amazing.
Sir shared some with me too.
Very thin bones, you see.
Got stuck.
Hello? Hello?
What happened?
No.
Since you're so sure
why don't you check yourself?
Stop bothering me.
Same drama every week! Just hang up.
Hey, Mrs. Das!
We meet again. Every day now.
Good to see you.
But why do you look scared?
Saw the ghosts in our department?
See you later.
Huh?
I'll get going.
Later?
Hey, it's raining.
No one cares.
-Sir. -Yes?
-The fish bone? -All good.
Okay.
And she's gone!
You're completely drenched, Jhinuk.
You poor thing.
You?
You here?
Me?
I was just passing by.
Thought I should clear up any misunderstanding.
If you told the police what I'm about to tell them...
Our stories will match. It will help them.
What do you mean?
What will you tell the police?
The truth, obviously.
Your life was full of pain and suffering.
Your husband was a burden.
So, you came to me...
your dear friend from the cookery class
to get rid of him.
For the rest...
credit goes to 10 mg of Xynora and a small push.
I... I didn't say...
There's nothing to be so surprised about, Jhinuk.
You're the one who came to me.
The workshop has CCTV.
Even if they don't get the audio, they can lip-read.
And you'll get caught for that 'joke'.
But your house doesn't have CCTV.
No one saw who pushed Gopal.
So, it will be difficult to prove that I pressed the push button.
So, the main ideator, you, will--
Sh-Shahana, believe me.
I didn't tell the police anything. I swear, not a word.
Then you are safe.
Everything is fine.
Enjoy your new life, Jhinuk.
And give me mine.
Please.
Pretty please.
Here. You need it more than I do.
In fact, the scarf I gave you will go well with this.