All language subtitles for Chaalchitro (2025)_track3_[eng]

I waited a long time.

You couldn't make it.
Then I saw Chitra coming out.

She would've asked
a thousand questions.

Why I'm waiting, for whom...

Had you walked out right then,
we'd be doomed.

She'd tell the entire office.

I saw a tram and I hopped on.

Now? No...

Let's try tomorrow.

Tomorrow, you'll leave first.

Okay, talk to you at night.
Bye.

S**t!

S**t!

Mom!

You scared me!

Why?

Didn't you see my car parked outside?

The car... Forget it.

-Come inside.
-What are you doing here?

You never call me over,
so I came uninvited.

Mom, don't start
with your melodrama again.

I made banana blossom curry
for lunch.

-Oh!
-It's your favourite.

-So, I got you some.
-Thank you!

Try it.

Ranu Auntie's daughter
had twin girls.

-Ah, yes.
-So, they sent sweets.

I've kept four pieces for you
in this green box.

Have them.

-Go on.
-What?

"Others are having kids already.
You aren't even married yet!

Will I ever become a grandmother?"

Come on...
I don't say such things anymore.

Since you broke off
the wedding with Animesh...

I decided to shut my mouth.

But...

when I see my only daughter
living off junk food

I pray that God
finds her a girl, if not a boy.

They can live in.

Wow, Mom, well said.

I was trying to find a guy.

Now, I'll look for a girl.

Naughty girl!

-Hey.
-Hmm?

-Remember to have the sweets.
-Hmm.

They'll go bad tomorrow.

I won't let them.

I'm leaving your key
under the flower pot.

Hmm.

Bye.

What is it?

Where?

Don't bother Naseer at this hour.

You won't get through Bishwa either.

Ask Ritesh to go instead.

And someone will be present
from your team too, right?

I'm coming.

Can't you go in the morning?

I can but rather than
fret through the night...

I'll go and take a quick look.

Murder?

A woman.
At Lake Gardens.

The officer on duty says he hasn't
seen anything like this before.

Well, let's see.

Switch off the light.

Sir is here.

(indistinct chatter)

-Sir.
-Sir!

Confused between morning and night?

Good morning, sir.

-Come.
-Sir...

It's a scary scene inside...

Should I not go in?

That's not what I meant.

Ritesh Kumar.

This may be your first
but I've lost count of mine.

Yes, sir.
Sorry, sir.

-Shall we?
-Um... here.

Not that!

No!

Name?

Sushmita Hazra.

Lived alone.
Rented the apartment.

The landlord, Mr. Dastidar,
alerted us.

Dialled 100.

Someone called on his landline
asking him to check this place.

Trace that call.

Yes, sir.

-Her family?
-Unmarried.

Parents stay
on Ballygunge Circular Road.

In that case... Naseer should go.

Ask him to inform them in person.

The parents shouldn't see this.

Yes, sir.

Clumsy...

Definitely...

Definitely, the murderer's first.

Found any boyfriend or ex-boyfriend?

Not yet, sir.

Her office is in Park Circus.

I'll go and ask around tomorrow.

-Forensics?
-On the way.

At least someone's turned up.

I'm talking to you.

Take photos from all angles.
Don't miss any.

Yes, sir.

No CCTV, huh?

Someone had brought her food.

A delivery boy?

No, someone she knew.

Ritesh, you go with Naseer.

Meet her parents.
Try to find out more.

Okay, sir.

WOMAN BRUTALLY MURDERED

KOLKATA POLICE BEGIN INVESTIGATION

Her mother says
Sushmita called off the wedding

when she learnt
about her fiance's affair.

And that bloke claims
Sushmita had an affair

between the engagement
and the wedding.

His name is Animesh?

Yes, sir.

-Is he older than you or younger?
-Around five years older.

So, the mother "says"
and the bloke "claims"?

Already suspecting the fiance,
aren't you, Ritesh?

Uh, no, sir.
It's not like that.

My Bengali isn't as strong as yours.

Alright.

Then let's teach you
an interesting Bengali word today.

-"Khilli", which means teasing.
-Oh!

There's a Hindi word for it too.

Just because you cracked IIT
before entered the police force

doesn't mean we can't tease you.

No, sir.
Please, be my guest.

Naseer.

What about the parents?

I met her parents...

I tried to put it mildly.

She was their only child...
It's tough.

They'll need time.

A lot of time.

Will the postmortem report come
after the year is over?

Bishwa, call them.

Sir, I just called them.
They said it'll take time.

But the photographs have arrived.

-Kanishka, it's the same...
-No.

I was making the same mistake.
But it's not the same.

But it is the same
"chaalchitro" structure over the head.

That one was made with a sofa frame.
This is different.

-Bishwa, what do you think?
-Well-built, sir.

The girl?

The murderer.
He lifted her to that height.

Then pinned her
in a standing posture.

What does Animesh look like?

He's broad. Biggish.

Should've brought him in.

Animesh?

Hmm.

He was once
in a relationship with her.

Then she broke it off,
called off the wedding.

Social shame, social media shaming...

Very plausible motive.

At least, grounds enough
for us to pick him up.

We could question him properly here.

Surely you weren't assertive enough.

As in?

Listen, Mr. Ritesh Kumar.

In our department, that first-boy tag
won't earn you any medals.

On the field, you will have to
force out the narrative.

It's been six months.

Time you toughened up.
Isn't it?

But sir, the wedding was called off
seven months ago. So...

A good chef would know...

revenge is best served cold.

Got it?

Bishwa, bring him in.

And listen...

Use words, not your hands.

Ritesh, go with him.
Get some experience.

Yes, sir.

-Kanishka, should we...
-I had called.

No one answered.

Then I better go and check

if everything is alright.

Hmm.

Are you okay?

You're home early.

Do I have to be not "okay"
to be home early?

I didn't say that.

I saw the news about the murder.

So, how come you're home this early?

Do I have to send word
before coming home?

Why are you
twisting my words, Kanishka?

Home is my workplace too.

I could've wrapped up early for you.

Oh!

I disrupted your work, did I?

Have a red bulb on your head then.

Like they do in operation theatres.

So people know
madam's work is in progress

Still haven't been able to respect
my work in all these years.

Only your work is relevant to life
and society? Why?

Because you enforce the law?

Honestly, I envy you.

The privileged working class.

If I also could work from home,
lounging on a sofa...

If I could catch criminals
sitting at home...

Oh! If only.

Is it my fault

that post pandemic, my company
has continued work from home?

No, it's my fault that I returned home
without informing you.

Won't happen again, Mili madam.

I apologize, okay?

May I be excused now?

(song playing)

What's cooking in that head of yours?

-Nothing.
-Hmm?

Lying doesn't suit you, mister.

-Taking Hindi lessons?
-Nope.

See, your Bengali is getting better.

So, I thought...

I should also add some commitment
to this relationship. Right?

Now, tell me.

I've never done anything
as part of a team.

School, IIT, IPS...

I've topped them all.
By myself.

So...

And now you've to work
with a team, right?

Yes, I mean...

I thought this was my case.

Sir sent Naseer to question
the parents.

He sent Bishwa
to pick up the suspect.

And... these guys are not even
half as qualified as me.

-Hmm.
-So...

I feel like an intern...

Aw!

Come, come!
Come to mama, come.

-Everything will be fine.
-Yep.

You don't worry, huh?

Purabi!
Purabi...

What is it, Mom?

Won't you both eat?

The "luchis" or fried bread
will get soggy.

Come on, Mr. Son-in-Law.

-Or the "luchis" will get soggy.
-"Luchis"? Again?

A Marwari boy courting
a Bengali girl for marriage...

Bengal food is a must.
Come on!

-Yes, go out in my shirt.
-Oops! No!

No...

You are 40 minutes late.
I can't do this every day.

I'll ask them to send someone else
from tomorrow.

Yes, I got delayed today.

Has Putul eaten?

She's been throwing tantrums,
as usual.

-She's lying, Dad.
-Shut up.

Look, I quit.

Take care of your daughter yourself.
I'm leaving.

I never get any work done here!

-Go away! You're a bad girl!
-Hey, be quiet.

Bad...

I'll take care of her.

Just six more months.

Then it'll just be Putul and me.
All the time. Right?

-Really?
-Really!

You know where I went today?

I went to Pavlov Hospital.

-Pav...
-Pavlov.

I taught you, remember?

Pavlov, the scientist.

He had a dog.
He'd ring a bell whenever he fed the dog.

One day, he rang the bell
but didn't give him food.

But the dog was already drooling.

Remember?

Scientist...

Yes, a scientist.

-When you... No more.
-Okay.

When you're home by eight

it brings a smile to my face.

But when you are late

there is no smile on my face.

Dad... I want to smile, Dad...

As long as I can...

(song playing)

Your body is here.

Where's your mind at?

Want me to suck the truth
out of you, Officer?

No. Don't do that.

Ugh!

What?
Finish up here.

Am I one of those sex robots?
Press a button and you're satisfied?

Robot or not, no other girl here
has such tantrums.

Then go to some other room.

Why do you always come to Joba?

Because you are not a machine.

Hmm. Lips have turned out nice!

Exhausted my savings for it.

That will be taken care of.

Then I'll get a boob job too.

And what about me?
Do I need to enlarge anything?

-Now shut up and do as I say!
-Oh, really?

Hey...

POLICE INVESTIGATE
VICTIM'S EX-BOYFRIEND

VICTIM'S EX-BOYFRIEND
IN POLICE CUSTODY

He's been waiting
for a long time, sir.

Let him.

That's the whole idea.

We've kept him in custody
since yesterday.

So?

Why are you getting angsty?

I... actually don't think it's him.

It's a good thing
you're developing a gut.

A gut that feels.

But the facts
say something else, Ritesh.

First, facts.
Then, feelings.

I've checked his phone records
of the last seven months.

He hasn't been in touch
with Sushmita at all.

I think... he had moved on.

Well, in that case,
let's find out.

And bring along the autopsy report.

-Sir.-I already told him!

Where Sushmita worked
or who she was dating...

I have no idea!

Just yesterday I found out
she'd been living alone.

When you did know her...

I mean, when you were
about to get married...

did y'all have sex?

Sex?

You don't know what sex is?

Were you in
a physical relationship?

I mean... yes...

We used to.

Why?

Because of this.

Nothing was stolen
from Sushmita's house.

And this postmortem report
clearly states...

No physical violation.
No sexual penetration.

No traces of semen.

So?

So, it's a case of cold-blooded
murder with no other motive, but...

revenge.

What revenge?

Our wedding was called off long ago.

Where were you that night?

-Uh... I went for a movie.
-At which theatre?

South City. I have the ticket.
I can prove it.

With whom?

Alone.
I go to watch movies alone.

A night show, all alone?
Convenient.

I am a film editor.
It's my job to watch movies...

Which film?

The Lost Night.
It's a horror film.

I can tell you the whole story.

No, wait.

Let me tell you a story.

You bought the ticket in advance
as an alibi.

But didn't watch it that night.

Maybe you watched it later
to know the storyline.

But that night...

you were waiting
for her to return from work.

(indistinct chatter)

Then, you started following her.

She knew you.

So, you had a mask kind of a thing
across your face.

Just a shadowy figure tailing her.

When you saw there's no one around...

...you start running after her.

Chasing her down.

After a while, you catch up with her.

Come face to face.

And in the very last moments
of her life...

the hunted meets her hunter.

Then you hit her with a rod
over and over again.

Snatching the life out of her!

Finally, you nail her to a wall,
with the sofa frame.

Why did you do that?

Sir, I...

Nailed her to the wall?
Sofa frame... What are you...

If you don't start talking,
you won't get bail. I'll make sure.

For the rest of your life,
you will rot behind bars!

Sir!

Bishwa! Barging in unannounced
like when you pick up criminals.

There's been another murder
just like the last one.

Ritesh, let him go.

-Sir...
-Sir, careful...

Sit down, sir.

Kanishka...

Breathe through your nose,
breathe out from your mouth.

Deep breaths.

Naseer, you were right.

It's that one.

The same one.

So many murders again.

-Please...
-All over again.

Forget it.
Concentrate on your breathing.

Breathe through the nose,
breathe out from the mouth.

From your mouth.

Good.
Again.

I think you better go home
and rest tonight.

I'll take care of things here.
Okay?

Ritesh...

Yes.

Sir, should I come with you?

No. I am fine.
You please go back.

-Okay.
-Let's go.

What's wrong, Kanishka?

Today...

I am really not okay...

What's wrong?

My anxiety pills...

Give me.

These have expired.
You shouldn't be having these.

Get a new prescription
from Dr. Munshi tomorrow. Okay?

What happened?

I got scared seeing Kanishka sir.

The other day too,
he looked uneasy at the murder site.

But today was...

Naseer sir, when you saw
the photos of the first body

you told Kanishka sir,
"It's the same".

And today when Kanishka sir saw
the second body, he said

"Naseer, you were right".

What's the story?

Twelve years ago.

August, 2011.

You all hadn't joined yet.

A series of murders
had rocked Kolkata.

The victims were
from various backgrounds.

Some from elite, business families.

Some were ordinary.

From middle-class families.

One of them was from a colleague's,
a policeman's family.

Kanishka had recently joined
the Detective Department.

He was a star student
back in the academy.

He'd done a lot of research
on serial killing.

All those theories
were buzzing around in his head.

"What is he that builds stronger than
either the mason...

...the shipwright or the carpenter?"

While profiling the murderer,
Kanishka arrested a guy.

But the murders still continued.

These murders...

had one thing in common.

The women were killed
and hung from a "chaalchitro" frame.

The crime scenes varied.

But the "chaalchitro"
was always there.

As if the women were goddesses
and the killer, a demon.

That one case...

It made Kanishka the policeman he is.

But it also changed him as a person.

"Chaalchitro"?

You must've seen it during
the Durga Festival.

The idols of Goddess Durga
and her children

have a semicircular frame behind them
which is called a "chaalchitro".

-What's painted on it?
-Various stories from...

the Puranas.

So...

the Chaalchitro murders
are happening again?

Hmm. So it seems.

Because the bodies have been hung
on the wall in both cases.

With the same kind of structure
placed above their heads.

So, the guy is back.

Who?

The murderer, who else?

How is that possible?

He's still at Pavlov Mental Hospital

inside a high-security cell.

I went and checked yesterday.

He was mentally ill?

That's what his lawyer claimed.

A brilliant lawyer.

The prosecutor didn't stand
a chance against him.

But you said Kanishka sir
got the wrong guy.

Yeah.

Bhuban Halder surrendered
after 15 murders.

On Mahalaya.

He believed himself to be
an incarnation of Mahishasur.

Goddess Durga slayed Mahishasur
on Mahalaya

after battling him for 15 days.

But these are all stories.
Right?

Yet, true.

So, the guy behind these murders...

He's a copycat killer?

Cop... Copycat, as in?

Yes. Someone who copies the MO of
a famous... I mean, infamous killer.

-MO?
-Modus operandi.

Method of murder.

He's copying a murderer?

Like famous paintings
are copied.

So, it will all happen again?

Fifteen people will get killed!

No.

We'll get the killer before that.

Ritesh.

I don't have many days
to go till retirement.

We must catch him
before I retire.

Done.

Promise, sir.

Well, cheers to that.

Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

The victim's profile?

Bidita Dam from Kalna, Burdwan.
Came to Kolkata for work.

Receptionist at a hotel.

Her mother is no more.

Father will be arriving
on the first train today.

I will go and meet him.

-Unmarried?
-Hmm.

-Boyfriend?
-Her colleagues don't know.

Why these two girls in particular?

Because they lived alone?

No, can't be that simple.

How were the original victims chosen?

He never revealed that.

And in any case,
there were all sorts of them.

Maybe... he will talk now?

He wouldn't want to lose
his thunder to a copycat.

Naseer.

Did you meet him that day?

No, I didn't meet him.

I only checked if he is still
in the same hospital.

Should we meet him once?

You will meet Bhuban Halder again?

I'll go with him.

Don't make eye contact
with anybody here.

Ritesh.

Don't let him get inside your head.

As in?

You're new,
he'll try to get into your mind.

He'll instigate you,
try to dominate you.

Don't allow him.

But, sir...
We just need the answers.

If he tries to dominate...
So, what?

Kanishka Chatterjee.

Bhuban Halder.

Long time.

Why?

Don't we keep meeting?

Every night we meet...

in your dreams.

Who's this? A new satellite?

ACP Ritesh Kumar.

A Marwari boy!

Why?

Are we short on Bengalis
in this city?

Hope you didn't mind, kiddo.

You need a stronger fist.

Level up from a satellite
to a planet.

But, can I say something?

Change your planet.

If you continue the merry-go-round
around this guy, you'll do nothing

learn nothing,
nor catch any of your targets.

-I need to talk to you.
-Hmm?

Of course.

You've not come to play
snakes and ladders with me.

There have been two murders
and the MO--

Hey, wait a sec!

You're here for expert advice
from me, Kanishka Chatterjee?

Criminal psychology, eh?

Order two biriyanis first.

With special quality rice.

And "mutton chaap".
Tender mutton.

And the next day,
inform before you come.

So that I skip breakfast.

Bulls**t!

How about this?

Two murders have happened
in the city in the last few days.

Their MO matches yours.

So, my influence extends way beyond
these lofty, cold walls then.

There's a word in English, my friend.

Legacy.

This, here...

Here is my legacy!

Legacy?

Rows of dead bodies,
families ruined...

You call that legacy?

The beauty that lies in chaos.

The grace...

The elegance...

Learn to appreciate it, my friend.

You'll see that you and I are dancing
to the same tune, on the same stage.

The difference is,
you wear the mask of the law

and I wear the garland of liberation!

What do you think?

Could the murderer
be someone you know?

No.

Not someone I know.
Neither inside, nor outside.

Is he copying you?

Copying me? Like they copy
recipes from online channels?

It's the same semicircular frame.

The same saris, garlands,
hand and body positions...

A complete match.

Depends on how you see it, my friend.

I want to see it with your eyes,
Bhuban Halder.

Then go further in.

Delve deeper.

You'll find the darkness
light up your mind.

Do you know
who resides in my mind?

Thank you for the cigarette.

Do you know
who resides in my mind?

Hey, Madan...

Can you get him
if I help you?

Yes, the sari's there.
But it's not the same.

The garland's there.

But not the same one.

There's blood too,
but not just on the walls.

Women...

To some, they are goddesses.

To some, they beloved.

You know what that means,
Mr. Satellite?

Hey, Madan.
Class is over, take me back.

Do you know
who resides in my mind?

Boy!
That was one hell of a meal!

That cigarette was a very smart move.

It was in his case file.

But we didn't get to know anything.

He didn't say much.
-Except, he did.

He said a lot.

Not a copy.

Adaptation.

What?

This guy is killing
in the same pattern

but with
a completely different motive.

Can you read Bengali?

No...

That's okay... Um...

Hmm.

Listen carefully.

What + Why

is equal to...

Who!

How to figure out the "Why"?

Hmm.

Have you seen "The Last Supper"?

-The painting?
-Obviously, the painting.

I don't mean the meal we just had.

Yes, I have seen it.

You know how many clues
are strewn all over it?

A clear depiction of everything that
was going on in da Vinci's mind.

Using the "chaalchitro" as his canvas,
our murderer too

has scripted his story.

And we need to find out "What".

Do one thing, Ritesh.

Call everyone to the office.

-Right away.
-Yes.

You think "shahi tukda"
would be too much?

-One for the road?
-Four for the road.

Get them packed for everyone.
I'll go wash up.

Okay.

Waiter.

-See! "Shahi tukda".-"Shahi tukda"!

-I'll get you some later.-I want!

-Have the "khichuri" for now.-But I...

I have to hang up now.

-I'm working now.-Okay.

-Bye.-Bye.

-Not done, sir.
-What did I do?

A royal dessert.
Now I'll need a royal work-out!

Bhuban seems to have
satiated your mind.

Must admit, he has opened up my mind.

Let's start from the top then.

Two women murdered.

No sexual assault.
No theft or robbery.

But the bodies were staged
after the murders.

So, the question is not
why the murders happened.

The pertinent question is
why were they murdered in this way.

Carbon copy of the previous murders?

No.

Bhuban didn't use blood
as "sindoor" on their hair parting.

He used to dress up his victims
like goddesses.

In white and red saris
and hibiscus garlands.

But this guy has dressed them
in bridal saris

and tuberose garlands.

This is a portrait
of a married woman.

Which means... "beloved".

But both were unmarried.

Correct.

Sushmita's wedding
was called off and Bidita's...

Naseer?
What did Bidita's father say?

He said Bidita's wedding
was called off five months ago.

Bidita called it off, right?

Yes.

I see!

So did Sushmita.

What should be our
plan of action now?

We'll ask around at marriage halls
and banquets in Kolkata

about the number of wedding cancelled
in the last 12 months.

We get details of the brides
and we move forward.

Right?
-Done, sir.

Yes, sir.

Hmm?

You mean this case has no connection
with Bhuban Halder's one?

Naseer.

Let's enter his mind first.

Then we'll figure out
who resides in there.

(song playing)

An IIT graduate cop...

A gold medallist
who aced shooting practices...

is now making a list
of cancelled weddings?

You too have
a Master's and PhD degree.

But now you sit at home,
doll up and make social media reels.

Well, that was rude.

Yes, that was.

Sorry.

When you have such an overachiever
mother like I do...

you don't like doing anything.

You feel everyone's going to
compare you with her accolades.

So, I'm better off focusing
on my love life.

She was a disaster
in that department!

Did you like any of the halls?

-For what?
-Got their rate cards?

What cards?

Seriously?

One day you'll get married, right?

Why not use this to shortlist
the venues, finalise a budget?

No, Ritesh, I am not joking at all!

Of course, I know.

Of course? Already shortlisting
the venue? Chosen a girl yet?

Girl...

You could marry a boy too.

It won't be legal.
But you could throw a party.

What!?

Let me know beforehand.
I have to decide the outfit.

Or... I will do a collab.

Fine.

I'm telling you now...

Well beforehand...

Parish Hall.
December 22.

Made a pencil booking.

(song playing)

How many times will you watch
that film?

The hero hasn't
watched it as many times!

It's late.

So what?

-No... No!
-Wait, I've to tell you something.

You were at your aunt's today.

Did you like it there?

Want to stay with them
for a few days?

You like a house full of people,
don't you?

I won't like it there
without you, Dad...

But I...

won't be there forever.

What then?

We have to think about it...

You will always be there.

I won't be around forever.

From stage four to stage five...

It shouldn't take long... Right?

I will die after that...

Don't try to get rid of me...

before that happens...

I'm not letting go of you.

(song playing)

Is no one around outside?

I'm with a client!

(song continues)

Sorry you had to see that.

-It's alright.
-It's your fault though.

You're way too early today.

Want to go inside?

Joba, will you live with me?

With you? In Ichhapur?

Ichhapur or Kolkata...

Wherever you want.

Just you and me.
Wherever.

What about my work?

There are many other professions.

But this is all I know.
This is what I want to do.

I can't, Joba.

Seeing you with someone else...

I can't take it.

The body and the mind
speak different languages.

I speak and understand only one.

Got it, Officer?

(song playing)

Had General Tso known that
despite winning such major battles

people would name a chicken dish
after him 300 years later...

he might have said on the battlefield,
"Somebody, please, kill me!"

I love it, it's my favourite.

I know.

But why you want to have your
favourite today...

that I don't know.

I'm pregnant.

You'll abort it, right?

Whatever we decide together...

No, your decision.

Why?

That's how it has been.

Quote, unquote...

"It's my burden to bear.
My baby. My decision."

Pass me the noodles.

"That's how it has been"?

That was years ago.

We were really young.

How did this accident happen?
Weren't you on your pills?

I was not taking them
on our Shimla trip.

Was just curious, you know...

if it's at all possible anymore.

Oh.

So, it's premeditated.

Then why drag me into it?

Drag you?

You're the father.
Shouldn't you have a say?

When I wanted to become a father,
your career was your priority.

Now that you want to be a mother,
I have to play along?

So, you don't want this?

I didn't say that.

All I am saying is
I won't be the one to decide.

What do you want, Kanishka?

Why is it so difficult to be honest
just for once?

You want honest?

Here's honest.

You yourself do not know
what you want.

So, you want me to take the fall
for it.

Yes, I really don't.

That's why
I wanted to consult my best friend.

I've wanted this for a while...

But now that the doctor's confirmed,
I don't know.

And I don't want to
kill another baby.

Killing a baby and bringing a baby
into the world we live in...

Kind of the same thing.

You're not helping.

The best friend suggests,
take some time.

The answer will come to you.

Your food is getting cold.

In the last on year...

...45 weddings cancelled in Kolkata.

For various reasons.

Death in the family being
the most common one.

In one case,
the groom died.

Job offers abroad,
moving to another city...

There are lots of reasons
but in 15 cases

the couples broke up.

And among them, in nine cases
we have found that

the girl called it off.

And two among those nine girls
are Sushmita and Bidita.

How many
among the other seven live alone?

Four of them.

So, stakeout.

Steak?

Bishwa, it's not the steak we eat.

Oh, I see!

Stakeout means we will guard
those women every night.

Of course, without telling them.

There's no need to freak them out.

Since there's no particular
date pattern...

the next one can happen
on any night.

Naseer.

Can we keep Putul with someone else
for the next few nights?

I'll arrange that.

But you think we can get the guy
in this way?

I believe, the sources we used
to draw up this list

are the same that the killer
is using to choose his targets.

Bishwa, can your nightly adventures
in North Kolkata

be put on hold
for the next few nights?

Well...

It's on hold already, sir.

That's that.

Ritesh.

All the necessary requirements
for all-nighters...

Tea, coffee, all kinds of
acidity-inducing fried goodies...

-Bring them all!
-Sure.

And take Bishwa with you.

He needs his protein shakes.

Go, Bishwa.

Naseer, the neighbourhood
Bishwa frequents in North Kolkata...

Have you been there?

No. I never went inside.

I've waited outside.
A stakeout.

Seems all hale and hearty
from outside.

It's the inside that rots away.

Look out for Bishwa.

I'll only be around for a few months.

You'll have to look after him
after that.

You'll take off, Naseer?

My daughter has mostly been raised
by nannies.

She needs her dad now.

As long as possible...

Well, that's obvious!

Hey! Come here!

-Yes, sir?
-Let me check your bag.

It's just food, sir.
Nothing else.

Go.

Go.

Go to sleep.

We'll have breakfast together.

Earlier, we used to
have dinner together.

But now...

...we only have breakfast together.

Soon...

...you will completely forget me.

Right, Dad?

Putul!

These days, every night...
Every single night...

you are away...

Haven't I told you?
We're working on a case.

How can I leave it halfway?

Am I not important?

But you...

You have left me halfway.

Don't say that.

But you can do this to me?

Okay, I'll ask Kanishka

to give me leave from tomorrow.

Okay?

Tell Kanishka uncle...

It's Putul's order.

Okay, I will.

Ask the help to tuck you in.

Don't hang up, Dad, please!

Hey, I've to get to work.

Sorry, dear.

Dad...

Please... Please!

I told you, from tomorrow
I'll be with you all day.

I've to go now.

Promise me?

Yes, it's a promise.

Okay, good night.

Good night.

The number you're trying to call...

Yes, I saw.
Sent a like react too.

Please try again later.

...is not responding.

-Hello.-Tell me.

-Kanishka!-Can't hear you.

I think I've got...

Hello?

Hello?

Naseer?

Do you remember me, Putul?

Kanishka uncle.

I remember you very well.

I know why you have come.

You know?

I won't listen to a word you say.

I want Dad all to myself now.

All the time 24 X 7.

I want my Dad.

You understand?

Putul...

-No... No...
-Your... Your dad...

No.

Your dad is no more.

What...

He was chasing a criminal
last night and...

Dad...

He told me... he said he'll come...

He promised!

Kanishka uncle!

Dad promised me!

He told me he will come...

Putul...

Your dad was a brave man.

The bravest I have ever seen.

He fought until the end.

Like a hero.

Like a warrior.

But...

It's good.

It's good that he is gone!

I am sick, after all...

Dad suffered because of me...

He suffered all his life
because of me.

Good for you, Dad...

Dad...

You're saved now...

You ran away...

Dad... Dad...

Dad...

You can't blame yourself
for what happened.

The fact remains that he had
reached out to me.

He called me.
For help. For back up.

And I did nothing until morning!

You didn't know, Kanishka.
You couldn't hear him.

Mili, had you seen his daughter...

Her life was over in a flash.

She has no one now.

Naseer was waiting
to spend time with her.

Just six months to his retirement.

Just six more months.

But Kanishka Chatterjee
had other plans, right?

Bloody Kanishka Chatterjee!

Ruining lives since forever!

Come on...
You're inviting your panic attacks.

You don't know, Mili.

I've made so many mistakes,
ruined so many lives.

A life and a career punctuated with

mistakes after mistakes
after mistakes!

Everyone thinks I am
this brilliant, superhero cop.

But my life is a mess.

A colossal mess!

Oh, stop it!

You cannot think like that.

Look how I've treated you.

After all these years
you want to be a mother...

You told me with so much joy!

And what do I do?

I bring my ego into the conversation.

Listen, Mili.

You do you.

Have the baby.

We will raise our child
with lots of love.

Enough love to last a lifetime.

Have the baby.

Hmm?

Are you going to say something or not?

You...

You start,
I'll take it from there.

Ritesh.

We have something to tell you.

Sure, please go ahead.

We read about the incident
in the papers today.

It has left us very deeply concerned.

Some Naseer Rehman
was brutally killed?

I know...

I know your job profile is much safer.

Purabi has told me.

More or less, it's a desk job.

But still...

The news has been on TV all day.

You see... the incident...

Our faith in the safety
of a policeman's job...

has really taken a hit.

The dangers you face at your work...

It's quite worrying for us.

Most importantly, we are very
worried about our daughter.

You see,
she was an answer to our prayers.

She was a late child.

And she is very precious to us.

After your marriage...

If you get killed like this

-what will happen to my daughter?
-What are you saying!?

I am just stating facts.

-What...
-Everyone is an adult here.

You are not wrong, Auntie.

Just let me correct one thing though.

Naseer Rehman was my colleague.
We worked together.

In fact, we were working on
the same case.

So, not a desk job.

Purabi lied to you.

Last night, the killer
who attacked Naseer sir...

He could've very well attacked me.

So, yes, you're right.
A hundred per cent.

Being a cop is a very
dangerous profession indeed.

But at the same time...

gives you an opportunity to serve
and to protect our country.

Even if a little bit, to bring about
a difference in society.

I don't need to decide anything.

I will continue as a cop.
I won't quit.

At the same time...

I love Purabi.

I want to marry her.

Now, I guess,
you both have to decide

what is best for your daughter.

The food was nice.

Needed a bit more salt.
But tasty.

Thank you for the dinner.

Come in.

Hey!

Officer!

Forgot your way home?

I remembered
where I need to be.

Alright then...
Tell me how you want it.

Lying down or standing?
Face to face or reverse?

Front or back?

What would you prefer?

Face to face.

Facing each other.

Sitting right here.

Sitting down?

Not in the mood today.

I came just like that.

Just like that?

Naseer is gone.

Don't feel like spending
the night alone.

So, I'm here.

-But it's not free.
-You'll get your full payment.

Stop dolling up.

Come here.

Sit beside me.

-You're beautiful as is.
-Humph!

I'm very hungry.

Oh, "Dhakai paratha"!
Been ages I had this.

No restrictions tonight.

"Dhakai paratha" and "chholar dal".
Aha!

I prefer "Mughlai paratha".

So be it.

Ask for extra potato curry.
They never give enough!

What's funny?

(call for prayer)

Naseer sir was desperately
trying to call me.

And I?

I was busy talking to my girlfriend.

Shame on me!

What a worthless police officer I am!

Shameful!

Destiny, Ritesh, destiny.

What will be, will be.

You were busy talking to your girl,
I had dozed off.

It was Naseer's time to go.

You don't have a conscience or what?

Huh?

A good man had to die
because we couldn't help him.

And you feel no regret?

What's the point of regretting?

A cop has to get used to it.

You can't accept it
because you're a fresher.

Enough of you guys playing
the "fresher" card on me.

Can't solve a case

but you all gang up and bully
the junior in the department.

-Aren't you going too far, Ritesh?
-Am I?

I haven't even started.

I'm being targeted
ever since I joined.

Making fun of me all the time,
laughing behind my back.

Think I don't notice?

Tell me!
Tell me, Bishwarup Adhikari.

-What have you achieved so far?
-Ritesh...

You've had too much to drink.
Let's wrap it up.

-Let's go.
-You want to wrap up?

The Kolkata Police,
Detective Department, Homicide Squad.

-All will be wrapped up!
-You're in uniform.

So, what?
Here you go!

Does it have any value?

One murder after another!

And what are we doing?

Enjoying the serial-killer show!
Bravo!

Forget solving it,
we don't have a suspect yet.

Every officer in the Detective Department
should be hung

like those girls
on those "chaalchitro" frames!

Bloody bunch of nincompoops!

Enough, Ritesh! Let's go.

A video of an officer from
Kolkata Police Homicide Department

went viral
on social media last night.

He was suspended
from the department today.

Here's the video in question.

We can clearly see ACP Ritesh Kumar

drunk at a bar in central Kolkata.

And he seems to be publicly slandering
and abusing Kolkata Police.

According to sources,
ACP Ritesh Kumar

might not just be suspended.

Kolkata Police is contemplating
taking legal action against him.

-Hello.-Are you okay?

Absolutely!

-I saw it on TV...-Everyone saw it.

It's breaking news.

Story of the day
for all channels.

Have your parents seen it?

Hmm.
They have.

Did they enjoy?

Ritesh...

Oh, come on, Purabi!
Isn't this what they wanted?

A Marwari won't do,
a policeman won't do...

I'm sure they're happy now.

The wedding...

What do you want to do?

You'll have to spell it out.

Mom said it's better to call it off
for the time being.

Fantastic!

I always knew,
your mom is very smart.

I never doubted that.

I'll call you later then?

Yup.

-Ma'am...
-Ma'am!

-Ma'am!
-Ma'am!

I will make no comments.

Are you going to be here all day?
How deplorable!

Madam, we've found out that
your daughter's wedding

with the suspended police officer,
Ritesh Kumar, has been cancelled?

We want to know
your reaction to this.

My reaction?
Well, here it is.

We are leaving town.

Your constant hounding has forced us
to leave the city.

Happy now?

-Please answer one more...
-No, please excuse me.

-No, please.
-Ma'am...

Montu!

(indistinct chatter)

You should've come with us.
You'd feet better.

She will be fine!

Just get in the car.

After we're back...

You remember my economist friend?

We will go and meet his son.

If you like him,
then will we proceed.

You said she needs time
to process it.

And now you're...

I'll call when we reach.

The number you're trying to call...

The number you're trying to call...

Ritesh!

Ritesh!

Congratulations, Mr. Ritesh Kumar!

For graduating from a softie
to a tough cop.

What is it?

Why aren't you happy after catching
such a dangerous serial killer

at your age?

Towards the end, he seemed to
have an upper hand.

But...

Did he say why he did it?

No.

What's his name?

Didn't say that either.
He said he'll only talk to you.

As in, he wants to talk to someone
of my designation, right?

No.

Specifically wants to talk to you.

He mentioned your name.

Oh, really?

Let me first rough him up.

Not now.

You'll have time to do that.

He mentioned my name.

Very well.
Let's talk to him.

For a long time...

For a very long time I've waited...

for this moment.

Really?

Will you spell out
the who, what and why?

Or do we have to get it out of you?

Since I have come here,
of course I'll talk.

You came yourself?

We picked you up
by the scruff of your neck.

This...

This is the problem with you,
Kanishka Chatterjee.

You believe whatever you see.

As in?

You saw that according to the rules
of the game you set up

the murderer was lured
to the girl's house.

And following your master plan

a suspended police jumped in
to saved his girl

and caught the killer
by the scruff of his neck.

You know what I saw?

I saw...

A police officer
desperately trying to act drunk.

The kind of acting you do
if you're not drunk at all.

Strangely enough, someone records
it with amazing camera work!

-Got it?
-Yes, sir.

Strangely enough...

...that video instantly goes viral
on social media.

Strangely enough, the police suspend
the officer overnight!

And strangely enough,
the media finds out right away.

Got it.

Amazing!

A tarnished reputation like that...

The girl's parents had to
call off the wedding.

Further, to welcome me...

...they leave their daughter alone
and set out on a trip!

How convenient.

Honestly, this entire act
was quite amateurish.

Fine.

Since you know so much...

tell me the rest of the story.

I will.

Of course, I will.

Though it's not a story.

It's a real incident.

But first...

you'll have to stop recording
this interrogation.

Otherwise, it'll be more trouble
for you than me.

Hmm.

Can I get some tea?

Less milk, no sugar.

And, yes...

Don't waste any time.

You'll regret it later.

Then don't say I didn't warn you.

-What do you think?
-He's playing us.

Let's arrest him.

The DNA and fingerprints will match.

Plus, all that evidence.

No point talking to him.

Bishwa, arrange for tea.

Two cups.
Go.

We need to hear him out.

He's wasting time.
His lawyer will be here in the morning.

But you've got to agree,
he did figure out it was a trap.

Then why walk into it?

-Exactly.
-Sir.

Give me.

Sir, one minute.

This one's for him.

Bishwa...

Oops!

I spilled it!

-Still haven't told me your name.
-Not important.

Let me tell you what's important.

The story of a great man.

A famous professor
from a famous college.

English professor.

Maybe he was like any other professor.

But just five minutes with him...

could change a student's life.

You have James Joyce's patterning.

It's the same device that he kept on
using in everything he wrote.

But one day, a girl...

changed the professor's life.

-Get out from here! Get out!
-Sir...

A woman's heart is more complex
than algebra formulas.

Can be very shrewd
when needed.

And if their ego gets hurt...

they can put their heart and mind
to wreaking havoc.

Yes?

Is this Professor Dutta's house?

-Yes but my dad's gone to...
-College. I know.

He forgot a very important file
at home.

He sent me to pick it up.

Okay.

Please come inside.
Please.

Have a seat.

Wedding card.
Dad designed it.

I'm getting married next month.

Mom has gone to give out invitations.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Uh...

The file must be in his room.

-Uh, in his study.
-In his study.

Of course.

Please come.

This way.

What kind of file?

Um...

A broad one, like this...

A broad one...

The files...

What happened?

Water?

Just a sec, I'll get you water.

Here.

It's done.

Thank you.

You found it?

-What?
-The file... Did you find it?

Oh! The file?
Yes, it's right here!

-Here it is. Got it.
-Oh.

Um, thank you.
Bye.

Okay.

And then?

An anonymous phone call.

Hello, Kolkata Police.

Yes?

(indistinct chatter)

Sir... look at this...

The professor was teaching "Hamlet"
at the cemetery that day.

"...either the mason, the shipwright,
or the carpenter?"

The other gravedigger responds...

'The gallows-maker!
For that frame...

outlives thousands...'"

Since that day...

no one ever called him a professor.

Even after he was released
from jail...

people kept calling him
the one-frame killer.

Even after the actual killer,
Bhuban Halder got arrested

they didn't stop calling him that.

In fact...

even after he hung himself

that tag its stain... remained.

Professor...

Dinanath Dutta?

My father.

We all try to evade death.

By loving, praying, battling life...
Even by killing.

But I have realised one thing.

The dead never come back.

Why did you take
all these years to react?

After my dad, all I had was my mom.

She too passed away
around three months ago.

And then...

I had nothing to lose.

Your marriage?

Marriage!

I cannot marry you.

-Why?
-Why? You don't understand why?

The police made a mistake.

Dad has been released.
He is home now.

Only you know how you
got your father out.

What do you mean?

I mean, the wedding is off.

But the invitations have already
been sent out.

Our friends, relatives...

What are we supposed to tell them?

That's your problem.
Not mine.

My family is quite relieved.

Please don't try to contact me.

It's upsetting.

For all of us.

You did this because...

...a girl refused to marry you?

No! Not at all!

What the hell!

This is what you got
from the entire story?

I did it because of you.

I did all of this to reach you,
Kanishka Chatterjee.

-Because of me?
-Hmm.

You could've met me, talked to me.

No!

That...

-It wouldn't be fun.
-"Fun"?

You could've caught
the right murderer.

Why didn't you?

At the time...

I had heaps of evidence.

So, I had no reason
to believe otherwise.

Besides, three of the victims
were your father's ex-students.

He had ex-students
all across the city.

He couldn't explain how the packet
ended up in his home!

I'd have explained!

I tried so many times
to reach you. But, no!

You were in a hurry to draw up
the charge sheet.

The department was pressurising me.

You just wanted to pin it on someone
and prove yourself to be a super-cop!

I was wrong.

What?

Huh?

I couldn't hear you.

I...

I made a mistake.
I was wrong.

But that one mistake you made,
ruined three...

three lives!

If you count the dead girls,
three plus three, six!

Seven, including Naseer.

Oh, no!

I forgot to tell you
about the eighth one.

You've killed someone else?

You can call it a work in progress.

Who? Where?

Actually, I shouldn't say eight.

Eight and a half.

What?

Listen, Kanishka.

Listen carefully.

If you make me repeat it,
you'll be running out of time.

The entire media will receive
an email by seven am tomorrow.

That the "chaalchitro" copycat killer
has been caught.

Detective Department's superstar
Kanishka Chatterjee

may have failed last time
but this time...

he caught the killer red-handed!

What is the time?

Three a.m.

Three a.m.

That means...

you have around...

four hours to catch the killer.

That's a lot of time.

Catch who?

You arrested my dad...

based on false evidence.

You'll do the same again.

You will plant evidence.
And put them in jail.

You have already been caught.

There's no need to catch anyone else.

My dad used to teach English.

But I am a student of mathematics.

And you know what that taught me?

Till left hand side
is equal to right hand side...

keep at it.

Will you stop
beating around the bush?

Mili Mukherjee.

She may not use your surname...

but she got dragged into
your work mess.

Poor thing.

It was a pleasure to meet her.

Though...

I don't think she liked it as much.

Trying her number?

Her phone is at home.

But...

The number you're trying...

She is not home.

Where is Mili!?
Where is she?

I'll tell you.

I will tell you.

Do your job first.

-Only...
-Only what? What?

You don't even have four hours.

Given where I left her...

It's tough to last that long there.

Fine, I'll help you.

I'll give you an address.
Note it down.

It's 437 Shimultala,
Sonarpur Station Road.

Pranab Pal.

You'll find Pranab Pal there.

-Who is that?
-The man you'll arrest.

Husband of the girl
who framed my dad.

You see...

I'm trying to equate
the left and the right.

And get me a good cup of tea
this time.

Less milk, no sugar.

No spit!

Give me five minutes, sir.
I'll get it all out.

No use, Bishwa.

He won't say a word.

-I sent two units to your place.
-No one's there.

He's not bluffing!

Then we'll just watch him play us?

Pranab Pal from Sonarpur.
Get him!

Why are we dancing to his tune?

Because he's the puppeteer here!

-We have to save Mili!
-But, sir...

Bishwa, go right now!
Go!

Are we really not going to
try looking for madam?

Where will you look for her?

Mili's phone is at home.
No point tracking it.

He doesn't use a phone.

We can't trace Mili.
She could be anywhere!

We should still try, sir.

See if this tea is to your liking.

It's too sweet.

Hmm.

Where did your boss go?

To bring his wife home.

Poor guy.

Wifeless at such a young age.

Or is it called a widower?

You get what I mean.

You and I will never understand
the pain, Ritesh.

We didn't end up getting married.

You're underestimating Kanishka sir.

He will surely find his wife.

Even if I hide her right under
his snob little nose

he won't be able to find her.

Maybe he doesn't want to find her.

What?

Well...

You solved all his problems overnight.

Wife out, killer in.

Both personal and professional life...

rocking!

He's not looking for anyone.

He's just pretending for everyone.
For you.

Their marriage has been on the rocks.
Everyone in our department knows.

Here's his chance.

A victim of circumstance...

And Mrs. Chatterjee...

Buh bye!

And that guy, Pranab Pal?

No one's looking for him.

So, you see...
you will be the scapegoat.

He'll present you
before the media, in court.

And with some luck,
in front of the hangman.

So you better have
this overly sweet cup of tea.

Who knows if you'll ever get to
drink from a cup like this again.

Why tell me all this?

Hmm.

Maybe...

we can help each other.

How?

Give me the address
where Mili is.

I'll rescue her
and become a hero.

Then I'll give out a statement...

that it wasn't you at Purabi's house.

And just like your father, you have
also been falsely implicated.

Who will they believe?

The flop cop, Kanishka Chatterjee or...

the saviour, the hero Ritesh Kumar?

Good one!

A smart script
matched with sharp acting skills.

You should give up the police job
and try your luck in films

Ritesh Kumar!

In fact, I almost bought your story.

But found one tiny little flaw.

Your Mili madam...

is pregnant.

You did not know?

Obviously... Why'd he tell you?

Anyway, the point is...

people don't make babies
when their marriage is on the rocks.

You've wasted a lot of time, Ritesh.

I hope...

your Kanishka sir isn't counting
on this act of yours.

Then, he may still stand a chance
to save the wife and the baby.

And to put the record straight

this is not about me
getting caught or not.

It's about your boss.

About making him feel the pain,
the loss and the helplessness

that my family endured!

This world will see his true colours.

And they will know the actual price
of his mistakes.

"What is it
that builds stronger than..."

Dinanath Dutta.

You will have to come with us.

Why?

I see! Because I'm teaching
at a cemetery?

I have done it all my life.
I teach my students on location.

Are you even teaching "Hamlet"
if not amid graves?

This is not about teaching.

So, then?

This is...

Well, we need to talk
to you about a murder case.

Murder?

You can tell me here.

How can I leave
in the middle of a lecture?

But you have to come.

You are under arrest.

Come with me.

Bring him.

Ritesh!

Fast!

I think I've got it
but we don't have time.

What?

The units you sent to my place,
bring them to West Park Cemetery.

Cemetery?

A father-son story!
"Hamlet", of course!

And get some diggers.

-Diggers?
-Gravediggers! Fast!

-Yes, sir.
-And good job inside.

Thank you, sir.

Fast!

Stop, all of you!

Listen carefully.
We don't have any time.

We have to find Mili!
Only dig up the fresh graves!

Ritesh, go that way!

-Bishwa, that way!
-Come on, everyone!

Yes, dig this grave.

This too.

Dig over there... There.

-Quick!
-Dig faster!

Come on!

We don't have all night!
Hurry!

Dig there!

Come on, hurry up!

She has to be somewhere here!
Please!

Help!

Help! Help me!

Come on, guys! Hurry!

Let's check the next one!

(indistinct chatter)

Please help me!

-Come on!
-Dig over here!

Can't you dig faster?
Hey, give it to me!

Please help me...

-Bishwa?
-Nothing here!

Where are you, Mili?

Please!

Come on, dig it up!

Hey... wait!

Sir... Sir, over here!

Where? Which one?

Hey! This is Mili's kurta!

Hey! Dig up here!

Come on, quick!
You've to dig this one!

Help!

-Hurry!
-Dig! Dig!

-Mili... I am here!
Help!

Hang in there... Mili!

Mili!

Mili...

Lift it up, together, everyone!

Mili...

It was a team effort.

We all caught the criminal together.

But if one must single out person,
I must mention

DCP Naseeruddin Sheikh Rehman.

He is not with us anymore.

But without his courage
and experience

we couldn't have solved this.

Sir, is it true that even your wife
became a target last night?

Yes, you are right.

She is in the ICU right now.

But she's a fighter, like all of us.

And I firmly believe
she will recover very soon.

But the most important thing is

from today, women in Kolkata
won't feel unsafe at night anymore.

Yes, Barun?

You said the same thing
12 years ago.

The first one-frame killer
was caught.

Yet, so many murders happened.

Who can guarantee that it won't
happen again in future?

You're right.
It may happen again in future.

But we are right here,
and we will be around.

-One minute, sir...
-A photograph...

Mr. Chatterjee.

Doctor? Why did you operate?

A few hours ago, you said
it's just oxygen shortage.

It was the baby, Mr. Chatterjee.
Sit.

The foetal breathing had stopped.

The dead foetus had to be
taken out.

I'm really sorry.

-And Mili?
-Your wife is fine now.

There's a spinal cord injury.
But that'll heal.

You can meet her in some time.

Stay strong.

No more for me.

-You're done?
-I had seven!

Who keeps count?

Put more potato!

What?

I can't maintain an 18-inch waist
like those film heroines.

Let me have potatoes in peace!

(song playing)

Go on.

Your case cost us the venue, Ritesh.

-What's the rush in feeding people?
-Mhm. In informing people.

I'm marrying such a decorated
police officer!

Shouldn't I show off?

Sign here.
Full signatures, please.

Full and final it is.
Point of no return.

Now even if your mom insists,
I won't return you.

There is a small surprise
for you inside.

What surprise?

If I tell you,
will it be a surprise anymore?

It's not a very small surprise.

Just a minute.

(song playing)

Kanishka uncle...

Yes.

This is Mili ma'am...

Right?

If you call me Kanishka uncle,
how can she be Mili "ma'am"?

Then should I call you his wife

or should I call you her husband?

What will she call you?

What should I call you?

Call me whatever you like.

Okay!

You're so pretty!

Very pretty!

You have a chair too, like mine!

Finally my chair has found a friend!

So have you.

(song playing)