Original subtitles

-Hello. -Hello?

Arjun sir, can you hear me?

Yeah, tell me.

We've been attacked, sir.

What?

They were waiting for us.

Sir, you were right.

There's a mole in our team.

Are you alright, Aratrika?

Yes, sir, but…

Himel?

I think he's dead, sir.

Stay calm. I'll dispatch a police team right away.

Sir…

So, tell me.

What?

What was SIT's plan?

All the details.

You're running out of time, Aratrika.

Look at the camera…

and start talking.

-In Kolkata, Arjun sir-- -No, no, no.

Not from Arjun sir.

Start from the beginning.

Start with your Saptarshi sir.

That's where it all began, right?

It started with a kidnapping.

A wrong kidnapping.

Hey! Come on!

-Which one? -The fat one.

Both are fat.

No, one's fat and the other's healthy, like me.

Hurry up, his driver's waiting over there.

Maybe the left one.

Your left or his?

-His left. -Sure?

Yeah, sure.

-Quiet! -Let me go!

-Leave him alone! -Hey!

-Hey, Kulfi da, what's all this? -My hair!

-Hey, I'm here as well. -Kulfi da!

-Let's go! -I'm here as well.

-Wait for me! -Stop!

-Catch me if you can! -You jerk!

-You can't! -Stop!

Tell me your badge number,

and I'll tell you where to start your search.

Don't you have any shame?

If you don't want to be transferred to Lalgarh, I need hourly updates.

Barun!

Where's Barun?

-Where's Barun?! -He's inside, dada.

My grandson needs to be back home, safe and sound, this very moment, Barun!

And I don't care how!

Hajra da, calm down.

I'm here. I'll handle it.

Please, just calm down.

Listen, don't try to dissuade me.

Don't count me as a nobody.

If Kartik Hajra wants,

he can bring everyone, from the CM to the Delhi High Command,

to their knees!

You're sweating.

Your blood pressure will spike.

Bring him some water and clear the room. We need to talk.

I'm here. Let's talk.

Hold on. Stay calm.

Please, Hajra da, calm down.

-Now, let's talk. -I have nothing to say.

If we don't talk, how will we solve this problem?

I'm sure your Bagha is behind this.

Who else could it be?

Isn't he the hammer you've been swinging?

But you better tell him that

if my grandson has so much as a scratch,

I won't spare anyone.

People like you,

who don't know the difference between business and politics,

always need thugs like Bagha!

I don't live under a rock, Barun!

The meaning of politics might have changed,

but I'm no novice.

If my grandson isn't home soon…

tomorrow's issue of Paschim Barta will have

all your friends' names.

You have my word!

Don't worry.

Go home.

We've called in the best officer for this job.

Saptarshi Sinha.

-Sir! -Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

-Saptarshi! Come, come, come. -Thank you, sir.

Sit down, please.

I'm good, sir.

Saptarshi, you already know why you're here.

Things have gone to hell.

I've been flooded with calls.

-Finding this kid is your top priority. -Right, sir.

But off the record, Bagha's men are behind the kidnapping.

Hundred percent.

That's your lead.

Then it's simple, sir.

We pick up Bagha, beat the hell out of him,

and he'll bring the kid to us.

Let me introduce Bagha to you.

When Shankar first came to Kolkata from Birbhum

with his mother, he was only 13 or 14 years old.

-He started out as a laborer… -You okay?

…at Howrah's flower market.

Back then, Bulbul Das controlled the truck mafia there.

Greetings.

RAJA DINABANDHU GHAT

Maybe Bulbul Das missed the lesson on how to treat a woman.

Don't you dare touch my mother!

-Scoundrel! -Baby!

No!

Son of a bitch!

But as a good son, Shankar decided to teach Bulbul that lesson himself.

A place like Howrah was never going to be enough for Shankar.

Eleven years later,

he set his sights

on Kolkata's tiger,

Bara Bazar's Aslam Shera…

and went after him alone.

Oh, God! Dad!

Shera bhai, that Shankar from Howrah just stormed in.

-Go! Finish him! -Okay.

Shankar!

Hey!

Shankar…

The day he killed Shera,

people started calling him

Bagha.

The one who took down the tiger.

After that, every dirty job in Kolkata,

whether it was smuggling at the docks,

selling fake liquor, extortion, kidnapping,

land grabs, political assassinations… You name it,

Bagha is the man.

"Lord Krishna says death is an inevitable part of life."

"Therefore, no wise man laments the inevitable."

"People are dying every moment."

"And those who are alive are watching these events."

"Still, they don't think,

-even for a second--" -Bagha da.

"Still, they don't think, even for a second,

that they, too, will die one day."

Bagha da, Barun da is on the line.

I'll be right back, Mom.

No.

We haven't kidnapped any kid, Barun da.

Bagha, if not you, then who?

-Could it have been one of your boys? -Greetings.

Barun da, my boys don't even step out to pee without asking me.

Kidnapping? Not a chance.

We'll all be in hot water

if anything happens to that kid.

Hajra da is one of the oldest members of the party.

Get it?

These days, Bagha's operations on the ground are run by two guys.

Sagor Talukdar…

Sagor?

Yes, dada.

And Ranjit Thakur.

-Sagor. -Yes, dada.

Who's this new smart-ass?

-Are you talking about the kid's case? -Yes.

-Where did it happen? -Lake Market.

Oh, da-bhai,

Lake Market is Bantu's area.

That Bantu…

Bantu, what's going on in your area?

You have ten minutes. Get on top of it!

-Dada, it will be done. -It better be.

Hurry up! Ten minutes.

Bagha's deadly duo is quite dangerous.

They'd give their lives for each other.

They're joined at the hip.

You understand the scenario now, Saptarshi?

Washing machine.

Sorry?

I mean, we need to work like a washing machine.

Get the clothes clean but without any noise.

Got it, sir.

Smart-ass!

Son, can you help us?

What did they look like?

One of them was skinny.

And the other was just like me, healthy.

Do you remember anything else?

Ice cream.

One of them was called Ice Cream.

Ice Cream?

Kulfi?

What kind of name is that?

My real name's Zulfiqar.

It went from that to Zulfi, and now it's Kulfi.

Kulfi? Excellent!

-Who's going to score the goal? -Ranjit da!

-Can you hit the target? -For sure!

Go for it!

Come on, Badal!

-Come on! -Hurry up!

Damn it! Is that all you learned from me?

-Ranjit da, please. -Ranjit da.

-Sorry, it won't happen again. -Who do you work for?

Where do you operate from?

We're independent!

We asked Bachhu da to let us into Bagha da's gang.

He said not in this lifetime.

What other option did we have?

So, in your excitement, you kidnapped the wrong kid?

No…

-You deserve a smack. Who's scoring? -Dada, let me.

-Will you score? -Damn sure!

-Go for it! -Yes!

No, no, no!

-Come on, Botol! -Come on!

Dada, no!

There you go!

-Excellent! -That's how you score a goal!

Forgive us, Ranjit da. We're big fans of yours.

Sagor da, you too.

Spare us today.

Maybe we can be of use to you next time.

Loser, what use is someone like you?

Spare them.

Let them go.

Drop these sacks of potatoes!

Oh, God!

-Ranjit da, sorry. -If I see you again, babu,

I'll turn you into a popsicle.

-Let's go, Chondon! -Sorry, Ranjit da.

Move it! Hit the ground running.

Let's go!

-Show me how fast you can go! -Let's go.

Thank you.

Sir, whenever you get a call, press this button.

And after you hang up…

Kiddo!

Dadu!

BENGAL DEMOCRATIC FRONT

As soon as the grandson of a ruling party member was kidnapped,

the police found him and brought him back in under 12 hours!

Look at the efficiency!

But here,

over the last 30 years,

4,000 people have gone missing. What about them?

What has your police department done about it?

They should be ashamed!

CM Shirshendu babu has to answer for this.

These are our mothers and sisters.

Some of them have lost their sons. Others, their husbands.

Who is going to take responsibility for this?

The police are protecting the ruling party.

And the ruling party is protecting criminals!

If we don't bring this corrupt rule to an end this election,

then no one can save Kolkata from ruin.

Switch it off.

CM Shirshendu babu--

There's no time to catch our breath.

We've got Hajra da's issue sorted,

and now this…

Shirshendu da?

We brought in Saptarshi. Let's put him to use.

Meaning?

He's got a clean image.

The public needs to think

the party brought him in to get things done.

Saptarshi, the department's reputation is in shambles.

Our image is at an all-time low.

Why aren't you doing something about Bagha?

Sir, your instructions were clear. Bagha's business is none of our business.

Saptarshi, that was off the record!

Please don't hold me to my words like this.

Now I'm saying it on the record.

Go after Bagha.

Go for him.

Before we start the auction,

let me give you the details of this vessel.

The carrier's name is Morning Dew,

which was built in 1983 in Helsingør, Denmark.

It's a liquefied natural semi-pressurized gas carrier

owned by Agarwal Shipbreakers and Traders Private Limited.

The vessel has a capacity of 80,000 cubic meters,

a deadweight of 58,000 metric tons,

and a light displacement tonnage of 23,000 long tons.

The alloy weighs 180 kilograms,

is priced at 430 rupees per kilogram, and goes to Chowdhury babu.

-Congratulations, Chowdhury. -Please sign here.

-That's enough. -Congratulations, Chowdhury babu.

What's up, Agarwal? Should I sign here?

That's a wrap.

-Let's get out of here. -I'm off.

-Hey, Bablu! -Ghosh babu,

-waiting for the chaos to unfold? -Let's go.

Hey, what are you two doing here?

Ranjit da, just a bit of extra cash.

Scram! See you in the hood later.

Okay, dada.

Let's go.

See you.

Sorry, I'm late.

I was stuck in traffic.

Agarwal ji, all good?

-Hey, Sagor? -Dada.

Take care of this.

Bhaiti.

Badal?

Yes, dada.

Fifty million.

For the ship.

So, Agarwal ji, let's close the deal.

Is this a joke?

This is my ship.

-Agarwal ji, please calm down. -Let me talk.

Sit down!

I've busted my ass to get this ship here, you know that?

Finding a seller in Denmark,

negotiating, arranging the finances,

and after months of paperwork, this is what made it possible.

So I'm paying for it. Right, Agarwal babu?

Enough with the tough-guy routine!

-This world's full of thugs! -Hey!

Bagha da is a businessman.

I know all about his business.

Spare me the lecture, Agarwal babu. Let's get to the point.

This is my final offer.

Take this,

or…

this.

-Do you still want this ship? -You bet.

You've been playing this game for four years.

But not anymore!

I bought this ship,

and I'll sell it at my price.

If you want a ship, then go ahead, make some connections,

and fill out the forms.

But how will you fill them?

You'll get stuck on the second line, won't you?

Because you'll need to write your father's name,

and you have no clue who your father is.

All that for nothing.

Dada, I'm off.

-Badal! -Yes.

Bye, sir.

Giri, let's get started.

Lyata, get the car.

Hello.

Please stop crying.

Everyone, please step outside.

It's okay.

Enough.

Rest peacefully now, Mom.

Your pain is over.

Give Mom a bath with hot water, Lipika.

Go.

And, yes, send word to Cheena

that his grandma is dead.

Hey, Lin Cheng.

Your phone's ringing.

Hurry up!

Hello?

We've been trying for three days. If I'd known it'd take this long,

I would've told you I had a matinee ticket but got the evening one instead.

Will you hurry up?

Don't stress me out so much, I'm coming.

Sagor da!

-Sagor da! -What?

Bagha da's mom passed away.

Damn it.

You go ahead, I'll change and catch up.

See you.

I'm coming!

Come on, let's go. Finally, the old woman's gone.

-Ranjit da. -Hey, lock up.

VOTE ON THIS SYMBOL

Oh, man. It's like a circus here. Let's go.

Move, Uncle. Make way, Auntie.

Get out of the way.

The way they're crying, you'd think she was 18, not 80.

-Don't make me laugh. Watch out! -Hey, move it!

The big man's here.

Not just the big man, the MLA is here too.

Goddamn!

Hey, look at him.

While she was alive, this old woman never spoke to him without cursing him,

and now he's opening the floodgates for her.

What a performance.

Look at this, da-bhai.

The love of a step-grandson.

Holding her like he walked her straight to heaven's front door.

Okay, that's enough. Hey, hand me that.

Come on, dude. It's okay.

It's fine.

-Hey, tie this. -Yes, dada.

-She's gone. -Calm down.

Sir, greetings.

Is Bagha inside?

Bagha da, Barun sir is here.

-Hey, get the chair. -Yes.

She was a good woman.

You really took good care of her, Bagha. You did everything you could.

The rest is

in His hands.

Come on, we need to talk.

Gurudeb said, "There exists pain, exists death."

There's pain, and there's death.

When his son died, I heard

he came straight from the cremation ground and went to his desk to work.

You could do the opposite.

Finish your work, then go to the cremation ground.

Come on, let's go.

Cheena, take care of her.

The griddle is hot…

and the opposition is roasting their bread on it.

Nibedita never passes up an opportunity.

That's how it goes before an election, Barun da.

That woman has a habit of crying wolf.

How do you calm a crying kid in a second?

Just stick a lollipop in their mouth.

This time, the public is genuinely upset, Bagha.

Better to have rain before the clouds even gather.

We've appointed a new SIT head.

Saptarshi Sinha.

We'll raid a few of your places, arrest a couple of guys,

tell them to keep their mouths shut.

In a couple of months, I'll get them out.

We'll be out of the headlines, out of any breaking news,

and the public will quiet down, and so will Nibedita.

You'll get the raid info first, though.

When, where, how. Everything.

In politics,

you've got to keep your image clean as well. Got it?

Oh, yes.

Starting this month, the party cut is going from 60 to 70 percent. Okay?

Good guys are getting expensive these days, dada.

What can we do?

Election costs, campaigning…

Make it work, Bagha.

You can handle it. Right?

It'll be done.

Okay. I've got this.

From today, the party's cut will be 70 percent. Spread the word.

What?

Seventy? How's that possible?

Not now.

Come on.

-Call out to Hari! -Glory to Hari!

-Call out to Hari! -Glory to Hari!

-Call out to Hari! -Glory to Hari!

Sir, we've got info from the Kidderpore Dock.

We think you should hear this.

Prosenjit!

Sir.

Jaikishan Agarwal. He's a local metal dealer, sir.

This afternoon, Bagha's men kidnapped him.

This is post a heated argument he and Bagha had in the docks, sir.

My sources strongly believe Agarwal is already dead.

Even his hands are tied.

He's been in the business for so long, he must know what he's doing.

And you think you know better?

Okay, fine.

But what I don't understand is

why Bagha da keeps agreeing to everything Barun says.

Does only the party have expenses?

You shouldn't have stopped me, da-bhai.

His mom just passed away. Is now the right time to talk about this?

So, his mom passes away,

and Barun da talks about raising the party share from 60 to 70 percent.

You don't have a problem with that?

Everyone's on my back.

That's why the party always sends Barun da to handle things.

Even they know Bagha da can never say no to him.

Great. We take the risks, do all the work,

and the party pockets all the money!

They've turned us into nothing but cheap whores, da-bhai.

"My grandma passed away."

Greetings, Sagor da.

Tell me, Manchurian.

What the hell does Barun da have on your old man

that he's got him by the balls and can't even say no?

-Ranjit da, watch your mouth. -Or what?

A complaint about what?

-Why are you harassing us? -Ma'am, don't be afraid.

The first 24 hours are very crucial in missing cases.

-If kidnapping-- -Kidnapping?

Mom, please.

Calm down, please.

Ma'am, if this is a case of kidnapping, share the details with us.

-Did you get any ransom calls? -My dad has gone to Nepal!

For business. Didn't I already tell you?

Mom, can you please stay quiet?

Didn't Dad say he'd call once he gets a good network?

Sir, look, my mother is stressed, so she's overreacting.

Please…

Please leave.

Did you dispose of the body?

The body?

What body, dada?

Oh, damn!

I forgot about that.

So you've been roaming around with Agarwal's body all day?

No, Ranjit da.

Bagha da's mom suddenly--

So, did you plan to cremate him with Bagha da's mom?

No.

-Where's the body? -Lyata da.

Out in the car.

-Useless chumps. Come on! -Didn't I tell you?

-Idiot! -Didn't I tell you?

It's all gone to hell.

Sir, no one will say a word against Bagha.

This has been happening for years.

First that kid, now Agarwal.

The law--

The lawlessness here is off the charts.

We need to get rid of this fear in people's minds.

Any ideas, sir?

Call Putul. We need to send the body to the factory.

What a long day!

-Come on, get it out. -I'm on it.

-You always make a mess of things! -Sorry, Ranjit da.

Hurry up!

You must finish the job. Come on.

-Hey, Putul! -Yes, dada?

How are you?

All good.

Go pick up the package.

-Yes. -Be careful.

-What's up? -All good.

He's too damn heavy.

-Bring him here. -Ranjit da,

only one today?

-There was another. -So?

We just got back from cremating her.

Hey, Ranjit da!

Chill out, or I'll wrap your body just like this one.

Let's go!

Come on, Hakka Noodles.

We should have retirement in our line of work as well.

What do you think?

When Bagha retires, will he hand over the business to you?

No, to you.

-Either way, it's the same thing. -Yeah, right.

-Do you know who will be the next Bagha? -Who?

Cheena.

Cheena will be the next Bagha.

You and I will be running after him.

Yes, Cheena da. Present, Cheena da. Fuck me, Cheena da.

Dada, here.

Did you make it spicy? Added mustard sauce?

If not, my wife won't let me in the house.

Hey, Deepa.

-How's the tutoring? -Going great.

Did you like the muffler?

A muffler in the summer?

They taught us in home science class, so I thought I'd make one for you.

You can wear it in winter, but just try it now, okay?

I will.

Ranjit da, did you decide on the color?

What?

Muffler. Color.

Oh, that.

In Bobby, the one Rishi Kapoor wore.

Pink, then black,

then pink again, then black.

-Did you see it? -Yes.

Make me that.

-Hey, Deepa, your bag is torn. -Where?

Come here.

Now.

I said, come here.

-Take this. -Sagor da, there's no need--

Stop arguing. Keep this.

Even his slipper is falling apart.

If Manjula sees you two like this, she'll kill me.

I'm off.

Why don't you get me something too, Santa Claus?

-What do you want? -Cash would do.

-I'm the Deputy Commissioner of Police… -Ranjit da, ball!

…Saptarshi Sinha from Lalbazar.

I need help from the people of Kolkata.

Please give the police a chance.

Trust us.

Common people are being wronged,

yet they stay silent.

We need to break free from this atmosphere of fear.

If you have complaints or any information

you're hesitant to share at the police station,

call the number below.

CONTACT SAPTARSHI SINHA: 797758574

It's my personal number,

and this is an anonymous line.

Your identity will be kept confidential.

That's a promise.

Nothing will change until something changes.

So help us help you.

Thank you. Jai Hind.

Well, I noticed something today.

I know.

I was low on emotions, right?

-I know. -No.

Should I say it? You look fat.

That's the camera. It always adds ten pounds. You know that, right?

No.

-Even outside the camera, you look fat. -I'm fat?

I'm fat?

You're fat.

All thanks to you.

-Did you get any calls? -Nope.

Everyone's scared.

A failed attempt.

Don't worry. They will.

Hello?

An illegal hooch factory is running behind the Raja Bazar Kali Temple,

ruining the atmosphere of the entire colony.

Who runs it? Hello? Hel--

Hello?

There's no one here, sir.

-Yes, Bagha da? -Clear out the electronic warehouse,

but leave a few items worth thousands.

And don't tell anyone about this, okay?

-Hey, Badal. -Yes, dada?

-Are you writing an essay? -Almost done, Ranjit da.

-Pick up speed. -Ranjit da.

My champ!

-Hey, Mofizul! -Yes, dada?

-How much longer? -We're done with this one.

Then, get this vehicle moving.

Ranjit da, there are 130 boxes.

Very good. Let's go. Put this right there.

-Hello? -Sir, I have some information.

Sir, are you sure you got the right address?

As expected.

All of this is not adding up, Aratrika.

It feels like someone cleared the field right before the police could get here.

You mean our information is getting leaked?

So, there's a mole in our team?

Possibly.

Now we all know…

who the mole is.

Bagha,

timber factory.

Let the boys know.

I'm on it, Barun da.

-Did you find anything? -Nothing at all, sir.

Sir, all clear.

Everything has been moved.

Nothing here as well, sir.

Nothing valuable.

Move!

Sir, he was hiding in the garbage.

Sir, that was because I got scared.

-I'll show you real fear. Come here! -I don't know anything. I swear.

Sir, I work here, but I'm not in the gang.

I run small errands like arranging tea and snacks, phone top-ups, etc.

-Sir, please let me go. -What's your name?

Sir, Chottka.

So, Chottka,

I'll let you go.

But from today, you're my antenna.

Whenever you get any information,

call me immediately.

Got it?

Drink up.

Sir, I'll do it, but I'll need a little pocket money, right?

It's a risky job,

so I'll need police protection too, right?

You're a sly one.

You'll get it.

Okay.

It's nice, sir.

-Talk. -Yes, sir. It's your antenna speaking.

Sir, they moved goods from the Jadavpur warehouse

to a factory on the EM Bypass.

Okay.

Head to the EM Bypass.

Sir, weren't we going to Jadavpur?

We were.

Now we're going to the EM Bypass.

Yes, sir.

Hurry up!

Come on, pick it up!

-Police! Run! -Hey!

-Catch them! -Run!

-Let's go! -Run!

-Himel, go that way! -Run!

Catch them!

-Run! -Dada!

-Hey! -No, madam.

No, sir! Sir…

Sir, don't kill me. I didn't do anything.

Hey, stop!

No, sir!

Oh, my Tukai!

Tukai, get up.

-Tukai, talk to me. -What's done is done.

You killed my Tukai!

You were the one who took him, right?

My Tukai!

From riding a bike

to wielding a blade, you taught him everything, didn't you?

Now go and bring him back!

Bring him back! I don't care how!

I want my Tukai back.

I don't want money or anything else. Just bring me my Tukai!

I want my Tukai back!

Barun Roy and Bagha da

sit in their air-conditioned rooms making decisions,

and we're the ones who pay the price.

Dilawar!

What's the name of the officer who shot Tukai?

Monodeep Ghosh.

Eggplants, 25 rupees per kilo.

-Give me fresh ones. -Hundred grams for four rupees.

How much for the okra?

Hey!

This idea came from your rotten brain, didn't it?

-Bagha da, it's not like-- -Hey, shut up!

You brought him to me, didn't you?

I told you,

"His head's full of shit. He's like a wild dog, you can't tame him!"

What did you say?

"I'll keep him under control, I guarantee it!"

Where's your guarantee now?

It's not his fault. Talk to me.

You think you're some big gangster?

You son of a bitch!

Dumbass, illiterate fool!

No matter how many fancy shirts or sunglasses you wear,

you'll always be a village idiot, bastard.

Our boys are dying and getting arrested!

If this keeps up, our business will shut down.

You think our business will shut down if a guy like you dies?

You want to be a leader?

Do you know whose ass the whole police department will go after?

Mine!

Who the hell do you think you are?

Tukai's mother asked us for answers, not you.

Then why didn't you just pay her off?

Why did you kill a police officer? Why?

-Dada… -Enough!

Who do you think you're glaring at?

You think you can stare me down?

-Lower your damn eyes! -Ranjit!

Let's go! I'll deal with him.

-Let's go! -Worthless swine!

Why the hell did you stop me?

I was about to finish off Bagha, and his story!

Why did you stop me?

You think we could've just gotten away with that?

Bagha da's supporters are still in the gang,

and on top of that, we've got Barun Roy and the cops!

Too much anger only messes things up, bhaiti.

I'm beyond angry, man!

We need to do something, or I'm gonna snap.

We will!

We will.

Just think about it.

A worthless constable died

and Bagha da shat his pants.

What if that jerk from the TV dies?

If you have complaints or any information

you're hesitant to share at the police station,

call the number below.

It's my personal number,

and this is an anonymous line.

Your identity will be kept confidential. That's a promise.

Nothing will change…

-I'm getting fatter by the day. -Eat up.

Hello?

Thanks.

-What happened? -Sorry, I have to leave.

-Finish your dinner. -It's very urgent.

-Eat your food, then go to bed, okay? -Come back soon.

He just left.

He just left Brahmatala, now heading toward Esplanade.

Talk to me, Botol.

Da-bhai, toward GPO.

Over there, da-bhai.

What do you think, bhaiti, is he dead?

He's done for, da-bhai.

What the hell! He's still moving.

Hey, hey, big guy, hold on a second.

Hey, look. A foreign import.

Sorry, sir.

Damn it!

Sagor and Ranjit had no idea

that by killing Saptarshi sir,

they'd dug their own graves.

You know the saying, "There's always a bigger predator," right?

Partho da, everything looks good.

Who is it?

Biryani parcel.

One second.

Sorry, sir. Sorry…

Sorry, sir. I didn't know it was you.

I thought it was Salim bhai's guys. I swear.

Salim's guy said the same thing.

-Take him away. -Sorry, sir!

-Sir… -Sir!

There's a cockroach in the bathroom.

Hey, don't you dare touch me.

Absolutely not.

Oh, sir, how are you?

Why are you so trigger-happy all the time?

These are thin walls here.

What if you had hit me?

Hey, Romesh, who's this creep?

He's Partho Banerjee, sir.

MLA Shanti Lal Banerjee's nephew.

He's got four murder and two rape charges.

He and his gang are also behind the murder

of five students at Town College.

Incorrect.

Not five, six, sir.

Hey, listen.

The girl found dead on the train tracks last week,

Rupali Ghosh, the General Secretary of the women's college,

that was you, right?

Sir, nothing gets past you.

Hello, Uncle?

Here, talk to him.