Hey!
Madam Wifey.
Still fiddling with your pots and pans?
Can't take so much time.
I have a lot of time, but patience...
Jhinuk, what have you prepared for us?
Any special ingredient?
Or any particular method?
Mrs. Das.
I notice a lack of confidence in you.
Let's see what rubbish you've cooked.
Unleash your masterpiece.
Ah!
Let me tell you a story, Ratan.
I don't have much time.
Happened a few months ago.
There was this huge laboratory...
(film playing)
What do you think?
Will she be able to escape?
Huh?
Jhinuk!
You here?
I see you're just like your beloved husband.
You also need a push.
Dr. Arjun Sen.
His IVF clinic is in Salt Lake.
Third Cross Road, CE Block.
He goes to the clinic at nine in the morning.
Stays till one p.m.
Then again from five to eight p.m.
Lunch is almost always at Mandarin Grove.
In the evening, he sometimes goes to Victoria Club.
Sits with his single malt.
Once you know his routine...
you'll know when to strike.
Don't disappoint me, Jhinuk.
I have done my part.
And I've done it very well, if I may say so myself.
Now it's your turn.
The scales must be balanced.
Right?
Oh no!
She died!
Tashi!
-Tashi... -Sis!
-Sir, grenade! -Run, Rakshit!
KARMA IS A KILLER
Damn it!
Sir.
Here.
What's this, sir?
Jhinuk Das?
Sir, her alibi is solid. I checked the footage thrice!
She was 11 km away at a sound studio at the time.
Dubbing for a Hindi show, "Kashmakash".
Yes, I saw.
An alibi as clear as water.
And the gurgling sound of water is making you sleepy, Kanai.
Just...
Think about it.
If she wasn't at the crime scene...
If she was 11 km away, dubbing "Kashmakash"...
Then how did she know...
that the sedative found in Gopal's body is Xynora?
I didn't tell her.
It's not in the report.
Then?
This screams of a guilty conscience. Right?
But Mr. Das could have taken Xynora himself.
Gosh! You're giving her all the benefit of the doubt.
I didn't interrogate her, sir. I'm going by what you said.
Good you didn't meet her.
Or she'd have sent you even further from the crime scene.
Eh?
And the recordist, Neel, is her friend.
What kind of friend?
Hmm?
Did they kill him together?
Hired an assassin?
-Hmm. -Here, in Muchipukur?
Sir, isn't this going too far for a husband-wife spat?
It did go too far.
Or he wouldn't have died.
If people casually got drunk and fell from balconies every day...
then you and I wouldn't be here, sipping milk and tea.
Right?
-This milk... -What's wrong, sir?
-Is the milk expired? -Huh?
Yes, my stomach is protesting!
Oh!
Hey, I can't take a dump here.
-I can't sit properly. -I'll call the nearby hotel.
No, that won't do. I'll go home.
-Home? -Need to clear my system.
Okay, I'll handle things here.
You can't even handle yourself.
Anyway.
May I come in?
Jhinuk?
I was passing by, so dropped in.
I was wondering how night show turned into evening show!
But you have no sessions tonight.
I don't, huh?
No.
I guess so.
Um, can you help me with something?
Sure, tell me.
Can I use your computer?
Huh?
Those government websites?
-They give subsidies for artistes. -Yes.
I need to download a form. It's not working on my phone.
Oh, of course. Please sit.
I'll go for a nicotine-induced creative recalibration.
Go ahead.
THE NEW GOD OF HUMANITY: DR. ARJUN SEN
Got the form?
Need help?
No, no... it's done.
It's done.
Got it.
Are you okay?
Hmm?
Are you okay?
Yes, why?
I'm fine.
You get back to work. I'm done. Thank you.
You have a session day after tomorrow.
-That Hindi cartoon. -Okay.
-A new episode. -Okay. Bye.
Arjun.
You are the Arjun.
The milk was fine. I checked.
What happened then?
It was all liquid.
You've been overthinking.
So your stomach can't take it.
You're the second lady who told me I'm overthinking.
Is that so?
So, who is the other wise woman?
She's the one making me think.
Tell me something.
Hmm.
A woman...
whose husband humiliated her all her life.
Abused her.
Beat her up.
Could she kill her husband?
A revenge story?
Vengeance?
I mean, killing him would mean freedom for her.
Look...
After all this time, I have no hesitation in telling you.
And you're a policeman.
You must understand the minds of all kinds of people.
It would be a lie to say I never wanted to kill your dad.
When he would get drunk and turn into a monster
I felt like shoving rat poison down his throat.
But before I could do anything, he died.
Most women probably do what I did.
Wait.
Wait for a door to open.
For someone to help.
To protest.
To put an end to it.
But when no one does anything...
some women don't wait anymore.
They find their own escape route.
By any means.
But...
there's another type of women.
They don't stay in cages
but build cages for others.
Their goal is not just to escape.
But to win.
To prove that they can do it.
Or maybe just for the fun of it.
Take the medicine.
Otherwise, you'll be sitting in the bathroom all night.
Hey there.
What about you?
You're not even showing any sign.
When will you bloom?
Whichever angle I look from, no development.
At least, give me a small signal.
Huh?
-Hello. -Hello, sir.
This is Neel from the studio. You came the other day.
Yes, Neel.
Tell me.
Jhinuk came by the studio.
Used the computer.
The studio computer?
Yes, sir.
What I did was probably not right, but Jhinuk was so...
She looked really disturbed.
What did you do?
I checked her browsing history.
Dr. Arjun Sen, an IVF specialist.
-Dr. Arjun Sen? -Yes, sir.
IVF? Oh, artificial baby?
Yes, exactly.
Sir, I think Jhinuk is...
...in trouble, sir.
You can help her. Please, sir.
Okay.
Let's go.
-Uh oh! Get back! -Sir?
Sir?
-Look there. -Oh!
See her?
Looks familiar, sir.
Isn't that Jhinuk?
I'll call you back.
Please, slow down.
Let's go. Follow that taxi.
Ready?
Please drive faster. Or we'll lose them.
Madam, it's an expensive car.
Following it will cost extra.
Okay, okay, I'll pay extra.
Go slower. Don't ram it into the car.
I don't recognise this road, sir.
-You don't recognise this road? -No, sir.
Muchipukur is the only area I'm familiar with, sir.
Sir, what's going on?
Why is she following this guy?
That's unclear right now.
Huh?
But there's a connection to Gopal's death.
I'm sure.
A high-profile doctor with a drunkard like that...
What connection could there be?
Ever had chilli chicken with "paratha"?
I have, sir.
-How was it? -Amazing!
Not every connection has to make sense.
Sometimes, there just is.
And when that happens, it's amazing.
Let's go, Kanai.
Enough of this chase.
Let's head back.
The milk here isn't good quality.
Change your supplier.
Taxi!
-I'll pay extra. -Get in.
Follow that black car. Fast.
-Hey! -Huh?
Where are you going?
For work.
Work?
Nanny.
You are a "nanny"?
Don't I look like I can take care of a child?
Fine but you have to make an entry.
Which flat?
Flat 5.
A, B, C?
Flat 5B.
Name?
-Whose? -Yours.
Pushpa.
Not flower, fire.
Hey, wait.
It's getting late. I've left my child at home.
I have come to work here before.
Maybe you weren't here that day.
I'm covering for someone else.
Okay, go on.
Tell me, Roberto.
Listen.
I've told you I'll send you the consignment...
It takes time, Roberto.
It's not like you shove the eggs in a microwave
and you have them poached in a minute.
Yeah?
I'll call you once I have an update.
And just stop bothering me.
-Darling. -Here you are.
You're so late.
I was getting bored all alone.
I have to go to the gym now.
I'm so, so, so sorry.
You know what?
I had to be a saint for a little while longer
but with you, I'm always a sinner.
Mrs. Das.
You've come very far from Muchipukur.