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Then we'll see who comes to save you.

Do you think the politician's got your back?

No one's coming to cover your sorry ass. Understand?

You have to look out for your own ass.

I want to run in the election, dada.

I need both the party ticket and your support.

No, Sagor.

That takes time. It's not that easy.

It's complicated. Drop it.

Dada, but if I stay with you, I'll learn, right?

Look, it's not going to happen that quickly.

Seeing tears in your eyes hurts me too.

But after 24 years of suffering in the dark,

I have to settle the score, right?

But after 24 years of suffering in the dark,

I have to settle the score--

But after 24 years of suffering in the dark…

My name is Sagor Talukdar.

I'm making this video of sound mind.

I worked under Bagha da,

also known as Shankar Baruah, for 17 years.

It felt like we had a position in this city,

as if no one could touch us.

But that's not the case.

Since I have time now, I thought I'd put it all on record.

1990.

My first job.

I was studying at Vivekpukur College at the time.

I went with the party boys

to loot the Maheshtala municipality election ballot box.

Two hundred rupees.

My first earnings.

A month later,

the party spokesman Jagannath Mitra, whom we called Joga kaku,

said an independent candidate, Tarapada Munshi,

needed to be stopped or he would win.

I threw four bombs at his rally.

Munshi and one other went down.

As we were running, the crowd caught us and beat us so badly that

if the police hadn't shown up, we would have been history.

I spent six months in the Presidency Jail,

but I stayed active, even behind bars.

He's going to be a hero.

Swapan Mandal, an opposition youth leader, was charged under Section 307.

He was my first face-to-face kill.

Is this your plan to send all of us to the gallows?

Not a single one of you is named.

Just me.

What are you even going to do with this, da-bhai?

Insurance policy.

Got it?

In 1993, on Howrah MLA KK Majumdar's orders,

I pushed the Asutosh College GS

in front of a train at Jatin Das Park metro station.

Mofizul da, are you done?

A Paschim Barta reporter, Sanchari Poddar,

was making too much noise about the metro murder case.

I went to her house and strangled her.

In 1993, Health Minister Bhagirathi Sanyal faced a rape case.

The girl's boyfriend was the witness.

I stabbed him and dumped his body in Rabindra Sarobar Lake

with bricks tied to his neck.

Back then, Behala was under Bikash Adhikari.

His daughter ran off with some guy.

That guy had an accident near Ashoka Cinema.

He died on the spot.

I rammed him with a Fiat Padmini,

going 60.

In November 1996, the current Party Secretary

Paritosh Ghosh wanted the opposition taken care of.

The whole plan was his.

On Kali Puja night in Boral, I locked in the opposition office

from the outside, doused it in petrol, and set it on fire. Seven people died.

Da-bhai.

What will you do with this insurance?

The insurance account is set up.

Now, it goes to the…

insurance bank.

Take it out if needed.

-Lyata! Mofizul! -Yes, Sagor da?

-You know what to do, right? -Yes, we do, Sagor da.

Hey, let's go!

Wow!

-Hello? -Sagor da got caught, sir.

IPS Arjun Maitra arrested him.

After what you guys pulled, it was bound to happen.

Sagor da asked me to drop off a parcel.

I'm leaving it at the gate.

Check it soon. It'll be better for you.

By now, Bagha da had me running the entire South.

Durga Puja, 1997.

I remember it as clear as day.

That's when Bagha da first introduced me to Barun da.

Barun Roy.

He was also the one who sent me out of Kolkata for the first time.

I had to make a business family from Varanasi vanish on a train.

I got ten grand for it. Ten grand.

We partied hard that night.

Hello?

Are you guys threatening me?

What are you gonna do?

Run to the press?

Hand it over to the police?

Go ahead. Do it.

We aren't that bright, sir.

But one of our guys is outside Nibedita madam's house with a CD.

Get Sagor da out of custody.

Now.

-Sir. -Sir.

What about the others?

Himel's drafting their charge sheets.

-Their call records? -Already requested, sir.

Let me go, sir.

After all the chaos you caused,

-at least let us-- -It's not over yet.

The chaos.

I'm serious, sir.

Let me go.

I have unfinished business.

I'll wrap it up in a day or two and come straight to you

to surrender.

And what about our unfinished business?

Who's your source in the police department?

Who leaked Saptarshi's plans and Koyel's location?

Who the hell is Koyel?

Skeleton factory and illegal businesses.

Who owns all of it?

Why do you think it's someone else?

You had someone powerful backing you.

Not anymore.

But I've still got him…

by his balls.

Answer it, sir.

It's urgent.

I asked you a question, and I'm still waiting for an answer.

Did you kill Bagha da?

Anyway, we both know who did it.

But you took all the credit.

Yes, I did.

But I told Cheena

the truth.

Now, I get it.

Well played, sir.

Well played.

What time is it?

Why do you care?

It's not like you're getting out anytime soon.

You never know, sir.

Sir.

Bhaskar sir is here.

It's urgent, sir.

It's urgent.

Sir.

Release Sagor right now!

And how dare you not attend my calls, Arjun?

You know I can hold you for conduct!

Sorry, sir. My phone was set to silent.

Don't play games with me, Arjun.

Let go of Sagor right now.

Now what, sir?

Any update on Ranjit's whereabouts?

-Hello? -Save me, Barun da.

It's Ranjit, Barun da. Hello?

Can you hear me, Barun da? Hello?

Please arrange a meeting between me and da-bhai.

He wiped out all my guys over a damn misunderstanding.

I had no idea Manjula boudi was there.

I messed up!

I swear, I messed up, Barun da.

Hello?

Barun da, hello?

I've learned an important lesson these past few days.

A good servant doesn't necessarily

make a good master.

You can curse me out,

or even hit me with your shoe, Barun da,

but get me a meeting with Sagor.

Just a one-on-one.

I'll apologize to him.

Barun da, I can't breathe.

I'm gonna die!

Damn it!

Do we have records for all the numbers here?

Sir, most of the numbers have been accounted for.

There are eight numbers with sketchy records.

We called those eight posing as wrong numbers.

Sir, five were off, and three are still on.

One of the numbers has been calling Bombai Bachhu's phone

multiple times over the past few days.

We checked.

-Whose number is it? -Sir, Ranjit Thakur's.

Sagor da, are you okay?

Let's get something to eat first.

Any updates on Ranjit?

We're down to just a few guys in the gang.

I've made arrangements in Sundarbans, Sagor da.

Let's go underground for a few days.

Things will settle down by then.

First, let's take care of Ranjit, then we'll go underground for good.

Okay.

Go now.

Meet me outside the club at six.

-Yes. -Go.

Sagor da…

Manjula, take out a shirt for me.

Manjula!

Why don't we get out of here?

Let's sell that land in Medinipur and open a hotel there.

-We won't come back here. -Manjula.

I don't like it here in Kolkata anymore, I swear.

You know, Som,

I really miss fighting with you.

You'd probably argue they weren't fights, but debates.

But now, in politics…

Forget politics…

no one wants to talk anymore, even in society.

All that's left are opinions.

If only people fought like we used to,

they might actually find solutions.

Bini, come eat.

The food will get cold, come on.

I'll be right back.

How much longer, Bini?

What's wrong?

Please don't bring this up again, kakima.

Thirteen years.

You say he listens to you,

but how much longer will you wait without any answers?

You've given half your life to my son.

Now, live a few years for yourself.

Som needs me.

Som being alive

has turned your life into a prison.

I'm his mother,

yet I'm telling you to…

let him go.

Let him go.

By holding him back,

you're only holding yourself back from truly living.

There's a big difference between

love and stubbornness, my child.

Som must be suffering watching you like this.

He must be cursing himself.

I've accepted the truth.

Now, you need to let him go with a smile.

Let him go.

Beti, finish your…

Da-bhai?

Hey, da-bhai?

Turn around.

Turn around, you scum! Look at me!

If you want to shoot me, then do it, da-bhai,

but just hear me out first.

Why are you here?

I'm tired.

You're tired of chasing me,

and I'm tired of running from you.

I swear to God, da-bhai,

I didn't know Manjula boudi was there--

Hey! Don't you dare say my wife's name!

It was an accident, da-bhai.

Why won't you get that?

Throwing a bomb was an accident?

This is your last warning. Look me in the eye when you talk.

Look at me!

What's there to see, da-bhai?

Go on, look.

I don't see any remorse.

All I see is fear.

Forgive me, da-bhai.

Please.

I made a huge mistake, da-bhai.

I wasn't thinking. I was blinded by anger.

I swear,

I had no idea Manjula boudi was there, da-bhai.

Please, forgive me.

Please.

I don't have it in me to forgive you.

I had only two people I could call family.

Manjula…

and fucking you.

You took them both away from me.

That's just how fate plays out, da-bhai.

Enough already.

When I've already messed up a hundred times,

what's one more?

Barun da, I can't breathe.

I'm gonna die!

Yes, Barun da!

Hello, Barun da?

Sagor recorded some videos.

-You know about that? -The insurance?

What happened? Did he threaten you?

Will you be able to handle everything on your own?

I already am.

That Sagor went and buried himself in politics.

Kill Sagor

and bring me those videotapes.

After that, I'll take care of the rest.

By now, he should be home.

I'm at the Nonapukur Tram Depot.

I have the cassettes.

I'll send the guys.

They'll grab it from you

and drop it off at my Bolpur farmhouse.

Sir, these cassettes?

These cassettes likely helped get Sagor out.

We need those cassettes.

How long will it take to get to Nonapukur Tram Depot from here?

Sir, it'll take at least an hour at this time.

-Where is Himel? -I'm close by, sir.

I'll be there in 15 to 20 minutes.

Copy that, sir. Got it.

Sir.

Sir, I'm about an hour and a half away. I can leave right now.

I'm close by, sir. I can get there in 20 minutes.

Good. Get to Nonapukur Tram Depot as fast as you can.

-Regroup with Himel on the way. -Yes, sir.

Ranjit is handing over some cassettes to Barun Roy's men there.

-We need him and those cassettes. -Sure, sir.

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun!

Hand me the bag.

Move!

Hey!

Himel!

Aratrika, take the bag!

Are you alright?

Aratrika, tell me.

Sir, Ranjit got away.

But we've got the bag.

Get it to headquarters as soon as possible.

-We'll catch Ranjit sooner or later. -Yes, sir.

Himel?

-Sir, I'll tag along with Aratrika. -Okay.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it today.

Thanks, Aratrika.

Same here.

Shouldn't we take the outer road?

There's traffic up ahead.

No, I know a better way.

What's in these cassettes?

God only knows.

I think Arjun sir must have an idea.

Maybe.

Alright.

Saumya, can I call you in a bit?

I think I know who it is, Arjun.

Saumya.

These people?

They're my SIT team members.