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In Lord Shivas own land

Making mistakes is strongly banned

You dare to slip up

You're made to wear handcuffs

Much to your astonishment

A hefty fine is your punishment

If, as you walk through life

You lose your way,
digress from design

The news reaches the king too

The soldiers come lunging at you

You're made to sweat
in the heat of summer

And forced to drink
gallons of water!"

Madam Sengupta!

Long time!

Ranjan, I am coming to Kolkata.

We must meet.

I won’t spare them, Ranjan.

Whoever this is.

Ananya Sengupta.

She had all the potential to become
a powerful student’s leader.

My sympathies lie
with Ananya’s mother.

My sympathies lie
with all the students.

Bongio University is the pride
& heritage of Bengal.

A shameful incident like this here…

I have no words
to express my condemnation.

As the President of the University’s
Board of Directors

and as the Chairman
of the Education Council, I promise,

the main culprit of the entire
incident, Satyaki Sen

shall receive severe punishment
thereby creating a precedent.

For now, he will be suspended.

That’s it.

Sir… sir…

Hmm. What is it?

You can’t implicate Satyaki sir
until the investigation gets over.

It provokes the students,
it’s unethical.

Archan, I thought you’re the future
leader of the Student’s Union.

Who's he to teach ethics to
the Chairman of Education Council?

Nilanjan Banerjee.

Dramatic Literature. 2nd year.

Satyaki Sen’s crony.

-Nil, go away from here.
-I’m not going anywhere.

Sir. We are trying to find
Satyaki sir.

No one has any idea.

The police refuses
to take our complaint.

Hmm. Look, Nil.

It's a tough world we live in today.

You never know who’s a god-man
and who, the devil.

Hmm?

Very sad.

Move aside.

"Aabol Taabol"
(The Weird & the Absurd).

Ananya had told me

her father gifted this Aabol Taabol
to her on her 5th birthday.

She had preserved the book
with a lot of care.

Did she speak of her father a lot?

Hmm.

And about me?

No… Not really…

Whenever I tried to ask her,
she’d avoid the conversation.

I wonder how it all led to this...

How was Ananya’s relationship
with Satyaki sir?

They were alright.

It looked like Satyaki sir
was quite fond of her.

Who knows what changed
after that…

But then Ananya got into
trouble with a group of boys.

They used to supply drugs
in the campus.

And Satyaki sir gave her a earful
over that.

It’s all over, Ranjan.

It’s all over.

15 years.

You cut all ties with me.

You never told me your daughter
is studying in Kolkata?

It’s only after this incident that I
learned Ananya is your daughter!

Ananya didn't want anyone here
to know who she is.

And she just wanted to lead an…
independent life.

Are you absolutely decided,
you’ll go to Kolkata to study?

Ma, only Bongio University teaches
Dramatic Literature in our country.

I wonder how you
grew an interest in this subject…

Or is it something else…

Any daughter would want to
meet her father, Ma.

Sit down.

Mitul, don’t be upset with me.

I am all you have, isn’t it?

Your father…

left us in your childhood.

Baba did not leave us, Ma.

It’s you who snatched me
from him.

I've heard enough against my father
because of that.

And that humiliation is something
you will never feel.

Besides, you’re a celebrity.

You hardly gave me any time, right?

"Map to Losing the Way
by Satyaki Sen"

What do you mean?

Am I answerable to you now?

Don’t forget.

You’re standing on your feet
today… only because of me.

That ego of yours...

That ego is your biggest
problem, Ma. Everyone knows this.

“Everyone” who?

The high-society friends you have?

They, who have no sense of reality?

Talking about the struggle?

Ma, Baba has struggled a lot more
than you have.

His writings prove that.

I will face Baba.

I want to know
what my father is like.

Alright.

Since you are so adamant…

you must make me a promise.

When you go there…

you won’t tell anyone
who your father is.

It’s about… my dignity.

"Samantaral Daily Newspaper"

So many times I thought
I’ll offer you a job.

Only if the three of us could
reunite again…

But that was not to happen.

Ranjan, what do you think?

Is Satyaki really involved
in Mitul’s murder?

Look.

Haren Mondol has given
his statement.

Now, is it the truth?
Is he lying?

I went there too.

Twice. Couldn’t meet him.

So, Anu… there's something else too.

The media doesn’t know yet.

What?

“Watch us Alhadis roll in laughter

As we giggle away, we grow dafter

We get together with our toothless
grins to celebrate laughter"

Aabol Taabol?

-What does this mean?
-The night Ananya was killed

someone left this
outside our office.

“A Bouquet of Nothing”

This invite was found
at the murder spot, right?

Yes.

This play of Satyaki’s was to
premiere on the 8th of April.

Strange.

Anything on your CCTV footage?

-No.
-Why didn’t you tell the police?

Back then,
I didn’t think it was important.

But now I’m getting worried.

Why?

My son has been searching
for Satyaki.

Your son?

You’ll be surprised to know, my son
is your daughter’s batch-mate.

Arrest Ananya’s killer immediately!

Arrest him! Arrest him!

Who entered the ladies’ hostel
& killed her? We want answers!

We want answers!

Punish Ananya’s killer!

Punish the killer!

Nilanjan, I don’t want the police
to come into the campus.

But don't compel me to do so.

Call the police.

We all want to know who killed
Ananya & where Satyaki Sen is.

The police are investigating.

We've built
an investigative committee too.

You are doing nothing, sir.
But I am very sure

very soon you will sweep it all
under the carpet.

We want Ananya’s killer punished!

Punish the killer!

Satyaki had come down.

Wanted a story to be released
with this poster of his play.

Why didn’t you go ahead
with the story?

Because in this play

he was about to expose some very
important people of our society.

And my newspaper won’t be
the scapegoat. I tried telling him

not to get into this mess.

You know how headstrong he
can be. The power got to him.

Did you hear?
He is joining politics.

Hmm. I did hear.

Anu, did he know
Ananya is his daughter?

I’m not sure.

But could Satyaki be a murderer?

Do I not know him at all then?

How is it going?

Sukumar Ray was a strange man.

Years ago, he founded
the Monday Club.

He named it ‘Monda Sammelan’.

Incredible.

This is the first play
entirely based on Sukumar Ray.

This has never been done before.

Those that make stupid comments
about me, they will now know

who Satyaki Sen is!

Let them say whatever they want.

Why do you care?

-No.
-You just write, do your thing.

That doesn’t suffice, you see.

Sometimes--

Why are you sitting like that?

-It’s okay.
-No, it’s not.

Careful.

Oh, come on. Okay.

Okay?

Just writing doesn’t suffice,
sometimes you’ve to speak up.

Especially, addressing the people
who influence the audience.

-Let’s see what you’ve written.
-Bullsh*t.

Do they deserve to judge my plays?

Absolute crap.

This is why I feel,
just art doesn’t suffice.

You need power!

Power?

But you have power.

The power of your pen.

As the saying goes
‘Pen is mightier than the sword’.

Huh?

So?

Satyaki is joining politics?

Is it true?

Well.

The opposition leader
Amartya Chatterjee

met Satyaki a few times.

At least, so I have heard.

Who knows…
Anything might happen.

Come.

Jasodhara.

Coming.

Meet the lauded author, playwright,

President of the present
Bengali Drama Association.

And also, my wife.

-Jasodhara Banerjee.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-And she...

-One of my oldest--
-I know, I know.

Who wouldn’t know her, World
Cartoonist Academy award winner!

Madam Sengupta.

-Thank you.
-What happened to Ananya…

It’s unthinkable.

Ma.

Nil. Wait. Bow your head.

Let me introduce our son.

This is Nil.

-And she… she is--
-I know her, Baba.

I have to leave for a meeting now.

We were supposed to dine
together, Nil.

The meeting is way more
important, Baba.

It’s regarding my university.

Please excuse me.

Nil, but you promised…

What are you trying to prove
with these protests?

We’ve hidden Satyaki Sen
somewhere?

We got Ananya Sen killed?

We want Satyaki Sen back.

That’s it.

I’m very sure with he’s return we’ll
learn more about Ananya’s murder.

Now, if you’d please tell me why
you called me here. I’m in a hurry.

Hmm…

I have a proposal.

These protests… Put a stop to them.

We’ll bring out all the info about
Ananya’s murder within two days.

So, you mean--

-Hmm?

You mean you know who has
killed Ananya Sengupta.

This is a spy-cam recording.

Satyaki Sen’s conversation with
opposition leader Amartya Chatterjee.

We must get rid of Ananya Sengupta.

And only you can do this.

Think about the proposal.

It proves that Satyaki Sengupta
is involved with Ananya’s murder.

I can bring it out in the media
if you stop the protests.

Can you give me the video?

Like I said,

just do as we say.

And if you don’t…

we’ll have to find another way.

The truth about Ananya Sengupta’s
murder will come out, sir.

If you don’t do it, we will.

And the protest will continue.

Goodnight, sir.

The point is, two creative people
shouldn’t get married.

The frequency doesn’t match
after a point.

Look at me, zero creativity.

Is that why your first wife
changed her frequency?

It’s good that she did.

What a weird woman, Anu!

She never asks about her son.
Imagine!

Ananya too was our only daughter.

Satyaki never asked about her.

Sir, the bar is closed.
Do you need anything else?

No, thanks.

Okay, sir.

Just a minute.

Yes, sir.

Satyaki Sen… Did he come back?

No, sir.

-Hmm.
-Don’t worry.

We’ll send the recording
to you when he comes.

Hmm. Thank you.

-Welcome.
-Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

I’m sure you’ve read
Jasodhara’s work?

Hmm.

I like your initial writings.

What about the recent ones?

Honestly speaking,
don’t like them so much.

I mean, I find them to be
too politically correct.

You see, Madam Sengupta,
it’s tough once you’re famous.

The political world is eyeing you.

And in order to escape it,

you must say a few politically
correct things, right?

Otherwise, how your words
might get interpreted…

you never know.

It’s an artist’s duty
to make people think.

If the fear of wrong interpretation
blunts your pen’s might,

an artist would lose sleep over it.

Isn't it, Jasodhara?

Another murder in Kolkata.

Just like Ananya Sengupta,
the killer drowned

Bongio University’s President
of the Board of Directors,

Bilash Choudhury.

“Bapuram Sapurey
Where are you off to, snake-charmer?

Come, sit

Leave us two snakes to garner"

Another murder, just like Ananya’s.

Another Aabol Taabol soft toy.

Makes the connection
with Satyaki stronger, Anu.

As in?

The influential names Satyaki wanted
to expose through this play,

Bilash Choudhury was one of them.

Satyaki would’ve never gotten
the job at Bongio University

had Bilash Choudhury been in
the Board of Directors back then.

Since he came, Bilash Choudhury
had been trying to remove Satyaki.

But then what’s Bilash Choudhury
got to do with Bapuram Sapurey?

That’s not clear,
but one thing is certain.

The murderer too
is an admirer of Sukumar Ray.

Like Satyaki.

Why would Satyaki kill
Bilash Choudhury?

Bilash Choudhury had all the motive
to frame him for Ananya’s murder.

Maybe revenge.

No.

No, Ranjan.

We’re missing something.

Everything is looking so obvious.

Sometimes the obvious
can also be the truth.

You know best what an enraged
Satyaki is capable of.

Right, Anu?

I’ll look into it. Okay.
Okay, bye.

Sir, your drink.

Thank you.

Sir.

Last night…

we found an invite of ‘A Bouquet of
Nothing’ on Bilash Choudhury’s table.

Do cooperate with us.

-Sure, sure, sir.
-Keep it.

Hello.

I am Anurekha Sengupta.

Do you remember me?

Oh my God!

You have completely changed!

How can I ever forget you?

Bilash Choudhury's chum,
aren’t you? Messing with me?

Assaulting a police officer?
I will show you your place!

-Take him away!
-I won’t leave you!

Satyaki…

I’ll make you dance
inside the damn lock-up!

Get going, all of you!

Hmm. Sorry.

You’re a celebrity now.

Bengal’s pride!

Madam Sengupta!

What are you doing here?

I am coming from Samantaral
right now.

Last night, outside their office,

someone left a soft toy
& an invite of the play.

Interfering in police business?

My daughter’s murderer
hasn’t been caught yet.

So, this is very much my business
& I'll interfere.

Is that so?

When you should've poked your
nasty nose into your own business,

you didn't care.

Had you done so,

this wouldn't have happened
to your daughter.

I have not come to you
for life advice, Inspector Mondol.

Well, then!
You don’t see the point, do you?

A father killing a daughter!

I’d have caught him that very night!

Missed by a whisker!

You have an old beef with Satyaki.

If I bring it out,

will your statement hold any
ground, Inspector Mondol?

Madam Sengupta.

I used to kiss the snake head

setting stakes
with my friends as a kid.

Seeing that, a sadhu once said

“You are Rahu personified!”

Once my head ticks off

I devour

whoever is in my way!

Artists like you should all
end up like Satyaki Sen.

Vanished!

Keep these.

Everyone should get a placard
to hold, okay?

-Give them.
-Nil.

-What are you doing here?
-What have you been up to!

The Vice Chancellor himself
called me up & complained!

He threatened to rusticate you!

Why ruin your career by getting
involved in these protests?

Baba, I am just protesting
against a wrongdoing.

Not just any mere wrongdoing.

A girl was murdered
in this university, Baba.

A girl who is
your friend’s daughter.

For God’s sake, you should be
more concerned than I am!

You know what?

Satyaki sir was right
when he said so.

What did Satyaki say?

You’re a careerist.

Shut up!

A careerist?

Leave my shelter & try living on
the streets, you’ll realize!

Entitled, spoilt brat!

Hello.

Are you the manager of this hotel?

Yes, how may I help you?

I am Anurekha Sengupta.

I know.

Ananya Sengupta’s mother.

You see...

Could you tell me
what happened here last night?

Madam, we’ve already
spoken to the police.

We can't tell you anything.

You may have spoken to the police.

But maybe you know
more than you said.

Please tell me. Chances are, this
is related to my daughter's murder.

I understand, madam.
But this is a police case.

I don’t want trouble.

My card.

It’s okay.

After all it’s about your daughter.
One must help.

You see, this Bilash Choudhury…

He’d stay back till late here
even after our club closed down.

He used to drink excessively.

And then he would
get into the pool for a swim.

Even last night he drank a lot.

And then this happened.

CCTV footage?

We had strict instructions
from Bilash Choudhury.

We were to shut the cameras
when he was visiting.

Another thing, madam.

Last night,
on Bilash Choudhury’s table

I found an invite
of Satyaki Sen’s play.

The play called
‘A Bouquet of Nothing’.

I showed it to the police.

Did Satyaki Sen come here?

Here.

Twice.

To meet Mr Bilash?

No. He came to meet the opponent
Party leader, Amartya Chatterjee.

Amartya Chatterjee?

If you join politics,

you’ll be able to put up plays
on a big scale, as & how you wish.

I… I will myself arrange
everything for you.

What will I have to do?

You’ve to get rid of
Ananya Sengupta.

Anyhow.

Sir, do you need
anything else?

Did they want to kill Ananya?

Madam, please don’t tell
anyone I told you this.

They are dangerous people, madam.

And another thing, madam.

Last night,
before the murder happened

the student leader of Bongio
University, Nil Banerjee

had come to meet Bilash Choudhury.

Nil?

Hello?

Anurekha Sengupta here.

I need to see you.

It’s about my daughter.

It’s urgent.

I’ll send you the location.

Hello, Mr Shyamal!
Coming from the hotel?

Hello, sir. How are you?

Bugger!

Took money to leak
info to Madam Sengupta?

I've have you killed!

Your family will beg on the streets!

No, sir…

Won’t happen again, sir.

Bugger!

I’ll teach your Madam Hijibiji
a lesson today!

What…

Where are you?

Waiting on the road?

Where have you hidden Satyaki Sen?

What!

Satyaki Sen killed Bilash Choudhury!

And you have illegally
kept him in hiding!

Now tell me, Madam Sengupta,

who is your next target?

I'll have to file a complaint
if you harass me like this.

Go back to Delhi.

Or else you’ll land up
just like your daughter.

Listen. I am not going anywhere.

Old memories…

Did you forget?

I broke Satyaki Sen’s bones
to get his poetry out of him.

Now, what method shall I have to
use, to stop you from interfering?

Wow.

It seems your new cartoon
will turn out to be interesting.

Oh, sure, it will be.

But don’t forget.

I have a special thing for artists.

I love beating them up.

Because I quite enjoy it, you see!

Get lost from Kolkata.

Are you alright?

Thank you.

That man… Who was he?

Could you recognize him?

No.

You have to be careful, Nil.

It seems you too are a target now.

I don’t care.

Tell me.
Why did you want to meet me?

You went to meet Bilash Choudhury
on the night of his murder?

I did.

Are you implying that I killed him?

Did I say so?

Nil, I don’t know why I think…

you can tell me more
about Ananya’s murder.

After all, you were friends.

Not really.

But we were both favourites
of Satyaki sir.

So, tell me one thing.

Who’d want to harm Ananya?

Could Satyaki sir--

-No.

Never.

And I’m pretty sure the reason
why Satyaki sir is missing

has something to do
with Ananya’s murder.

So… Satyaki had written a play.

"A Bouquet of Nothing".

You know anything
about that play?

Not much. But… one day I
& sir were discussing about it.

Sir said something
really strange that day.

Listen, Nil.

This Bongio University has produced

some of the best minds
of our country.

Brilliant students like you are
purposefully being pushed into it.

Into addiction.

They are planfully selling drugs
in academic campuses.

Who is behind all this, sir?

“Shyamadas is his uncle

He runs the opium jungle!”

This play of mine will expose
that goddamned uncle.

"A Bouquet of Nothing".
-Sir.

Could I read this play?

Not now.

Let me finish the text first,
then I’ll let you read it.

All I can say is,
it’ll turn out to be interesting.

This play of mine follows Sukumar
Ray’s Aabol Taabol’s characters.

Aabol Taabol’s characters?

If I am not mistaken, Aabol Taabol
is children's poetry.

-Is it related to today’s times?
-It does seem it's meant for kids.

But that’s where Sukumar Ray’s
genius lies.

He has very intelligently
in the garb of nonsense poems,

disguised the contemporary
characters of modern society.

Very interesting.

Ananya will find it intriguing too.

Nil…

One request.

Keep Ananya away from all this.

Why, sir?

I’m late for class.

Why sir said so that day…
I did not understand.

Just like it happens in the play,
Baba has been sent hints

after both the murders.

And in today’s times, Satyaki Sen
is the best expert on Sukumar Ray.

Did you find out more
on Satyaki’s play?

Sir did not give me
any more details.

Nil is being targeted.

Now do you understand, Anu...

why I want Nil to stay away
from politics?

I’ve been telling you to make
things right with Nil.

Scolding won’t help anymore.

He’s a grown-up man.
Remember?

And I can’t believe this! You…

You slapped him in the middle
of the campus!

-What were you even thinking?
-Alright!

He won’t listen to me.

You try and talk to him.

Fine, I’ll speak to him.

Process the VISA fast, please.

Hmm.

VISA?

Yes, Anu… We plan to send Nil
to study in America at the soonest.

Enough of this place, somehow…

Great.

Thank you, Anu.

Thank you so much!

Jasodhara has written a new play.

It’s going to be made into
a big-budget film.

I see.

Forget it.

They were ruining my story.

I discarded the script completely.

Ranjan,

I had asked you to get me some
contacts from his theatre group.

Anything on that?

No one really knows much.

-But there’s one person.
-Who’s that?

The same chap, Satyaki’s
“Mr Dependable”.

Incidentally, he is also the warden
at Ananya’s hostel.

Talk to him.

-Badshah!
-Badshah! Come out!

-We’re at your door!
-Come out!

Badshah, come out.

Here, give us our money!

I’ll pay it back soon.
I’m about to sign a serial job.

Badshah, we’ve been after you
for a long time.

It’s time you paid.

Come on, pay up!

I’ll pay back all the dues
once I get paid.

-Hey, listen!
-We want the money right now!

There you go!
You all are back again?

It seems you won't spare
my silly little son that easily.

Laltuda, we lent him such a huge
sum only because he's your son!

Why?

Did I tell you do that?

Tell him to return the money.

Worthless bloke!

“Worthless”?

Badshah dear, act out that scene
from ‘Sanyasi Raja’. Show them.

Come on, they are calling you
worthless! Now watch him!

You all...

are cheering for me?

But believe me…

I have nothing left to offer
to you today.

I am exhausted.

Believe me,

I don’t want to be the king
anymore.

A pauper playing a king!

We will take away all your
belongings if you don’t pay!

-We’ll burn it all down!
-Let’s get going.

He gets away because of Laltuda.

If he doesn’t pay up,
we’ll take away his costumes.

-Right.
-We’ll teach him a lesson!

-He doesn’t know me!
-Damn cheat!

(humming)

Laltuda…

Oh, Madam Sengupta! Come!

You never called me
by that name.

You’re not the same person
anymore.

You’re a huge celebrity now.

Sit.

What happened with your daughter…
It’s really heartbreaking.

I have known Mitul
since she was a little girl.

I have come to Kolkata to look
for her murderer.

You’ve done the right thing.

It’s the correct thing to do
as her mother.

I saw your son.

He has grown up.

He was tiny when I last saw him...

Yes…

Well, one can’t fathom easily
where his talent lies.

I told him, “Son, acting
is not there in your blood.”

Even Satyaki told him so.

Gave him a production job.

But, no!

“I’ll carry goods?
What are you saying!

I will go to the top,

to the top, to the top!”

Well! He quit the job!

If he still cannot give up acting,

then, even if he doesn’t, at least
I will definitely go to the top.

To the top.

No, it’s okay.

Laltuda, you are the warden at
the hostel where Ananya stayed.

Don’t you know anything?

I was on a leave that day.

I see.

And what happened with Satyaki?

How am I to know?

Laltuda, you draw all the paintings
for Satyaki’s plays.

From the time he started out.

You’re the only one who's stayed
with him since those days.

If anyone can tell me anything,
it’s you.

You really don’t know anything?

I really don’t.

The play he wrote…
A Bouquet of Nothing...

You’ve read it?

He never asked me to read it.

Through that play…

who were the people he was
trying to expose?

You have any idea?

Though, there’s one thing…

Come.

-What happened?
-Come.

-Won’t you drink the water?
-Mr Superstar?

Will you please exit the stage?

See.

This is the character-list
of the play.

It has the order in which
the characters appear.

Alhadi, Bapuram Sapurey,
Pecha o Pechani,

Huko Mukho Hyangla.

But who were the real people
behind these characters?

Do you know?

If the murders are happening
in this order, then…

who is the next target?
Pecha o Pechani?

I have another news.

Madam Sengupta had come
to our place today.

I see.

Don’t worry.

I’ll take care of it.

But, Badshah…

don’t let Madam Hijibiji talk you
out of

searching for Satyaki Sen.

Remember?

Satyaki Sen promised you a role

but made you work like
a servant instead!

I remember, sir.

I remember everything.

Everything.

I’ll settle the score.

Bravo!

Spoken like a true hero!

No…

You are my RBT!
Royal Bengal Tiger!

"Aabol Taabol".

“It was 1916.

Subhas Bose had led a student
protest in Presidency college

against a British professor.

British newspapers massively
criticized the students for this.

Subhas Bose was expelled
from college.

An Indian newspaper’s editor

spoke up against Subhas & his
group, in support of the British.

Apparently, he really liked
the way the British papers

had wrote against them.

This is the incident behind it?

Hmm.

According to some experts.

But then…

the incident has a similarity
with someone from present time.

He too had spoken up
against Nil’s protest.

Right?

That’s right!

Vice Chancellor.

Sandip Sen.

Hello, Haren Mondol speaking.

If you want to find Satyaki Sen,
come to Dhobi Ghat at 12 am.

Who is this?
Are you pulling a prank on me?

Would you like it if all the proof
against you comes out in the open?

12 am. Dhobi Ghat.

I have a responsibility as
the Vice Chancellor.

I cannot take a risk.

And I am trying to talk to them
time and again.

And that boy… Nil.

Thinks he can do whatever he wants
because he has influential parents?

He's too restless.

I cannot let these things happen
in the university campus.

Come out! Come out!

Anu, help me!

Ranjan, what happened?

Archan!

Ranjan!

I know his eyes!

He had attacked Nil that night!

Another murder by drowning,
just like Ananya Sengupta!

This time it is
police officer Haren Mondol.

The Forensic Department
has already begun their work.

But there is one question.

Who is committing these murders?

We have with us the Investigating
Officer, P Chatterjee.

Let’s hear about this case from him.

See, we are trying our best
to solve this case.

-I hope we soon--
-This time it's Bombagorer Raja.

Ranjan.

This is all an eyewash.

To cover up Mitul’s murder.

I want justice for my daughter.

I wont let this go.

This is a mother’s fight.

“Does anyone know
Why the king of Bombagor

Has no regard for beauty
To him, art doesn't matter!"

Started with Alhadi,

then Bapuram Sapurey,

and then Bombagorer Raja.

I have two questions.

First.

What does Mitul’s murder
have to do with all this?

Hmm.

And second. Why send these
things to our office?

I think I know the answer
to the second one.

Satyaki.

You are displeasing some
very important names.

Who are you up against?

The President of your university’s
Board of Directors?

He anyway has disliked you
from the very first day he joined.

Want to lose your job?

Those things are not important
right now.

He dislikes me because I refused
to join his illegal business.

These youngsters are getting addicted
to drugs because of Bilash Choudhury!

And Inspector Haren Mondol
is helping him!

Ranjan, I have all the proof needed.
You just…

-Just tell me if you’ll print it.
-You hardly stay in touch otherwise.

And now you come to me
with this ticking bomb.

Because no one else will print
these things. Ranjan, please.

As per our business policy,

we cannot get on the wrong side
of certain people.

Bilash Choudhury is one of them.
He gives us a lot of adverts.

Please understand.

“Shyamadas is his uncle

He owns the opium jungle

Is that why he looks so lonely
and pale faced?

Is that why he keeps to himself?”

Brilliant, eh? Sukumar Ray.

For the compromising lot like you.

‘Huko Mukho Hyangla’
(Sad soul Desperado).

Is Satyaki trying to say something
to me by sending these?

Satyaki used to call you
Huko Mukho Hyangla.

Have to find out if he had
such names for anyone else.

Laltuda, you must help me
find my daughter’s killer.

Please don’t hide anything
from me, Laltuda!

You were there at the hostel
that night…

Isn’t it?

But believe me, I didn’t lie.

The night Ananya got murdered
I really was on leave.

She doesn’t like me
drinking at home, so…

I was in my room at the hostel,
drinking secretly.

I must find out where the complete
manuscript of the play is kept.

No one knows that.

Laltuda, there has to be someone
he read it to.

Please try to remember.

Please!

We might be able to know…

if we ask one person.

Look,

this is Jadu Babu’s home & press.

Satyaki may have given his new
manuscript to him for reading.

In that case he should have a copy.

But he’s a weird guy.
Won’t give it to us easily.

We might have to steal it then.

Come.

Satyaki used to read all his plays
to this mad professor, Jadu Babu.

If Jadu Babu didn’t like it,
Satyaki would scrap it.

He used to be
a fiery student leader.

Swore by his ideology.

Even today, many students
come to him.

With his students, he helps out
poor & needy people.

Come quickly.

It should be here.

Look for it.

There’s nothing.

“A facade with a moonlit face
A Bouquet of nothingness…”

That’s what you’re looking for,
right?

Where is the play?

Across seven seas & thirteen rivers,
a place where Hattimatim tim

lays its eggs on the fields.

-Got it?
-Wow.

I am… Laltu Dhar. You know me.

Stop it!

Hey! Hey… What the hell!

I am Laltu!

Don’t you recognize me?

I make the sets for Satyaki’s plays.

I know what your intention is.

Why have you come here?

Jadu Babu, I have come to
look for Satyaki.

You?

You left him and went away

during his days of struggle.

You don’t know the truth.

I know everything,
Madam Sengupta.

I know everything.

Why have you come here looking
for Satyaki after all these years?

What is your intention?

Alright, calm down,
put the gun away--

-Don’t come forward.

Or I’ll shoot.

Satyaki is like a son to me.

Perhaps the best writer I know
in today’s times.

Jadu Babu.

We need to try
and find Satyaki. Right?

Won’t you help us?

I don’t know anything.

Jadu Babu, you have read
the play. Right?

Can’t you tell us…

who was the killer in the play?

No one knows that.

Even Satyaki doesn’t know.

Okay.

This is my card.

I’ll leave it with you.

I’ll wait for you to change
your mind about me.

I want to read the play.

Hello.

-Hello?
-Madam Sengupta?

Yes.

If you want to find out
who killed your daughter,

come to the address I'm sending you.

Check the message.

Who is this?

Hello…

Hello?

He--

Who are you?

Leave me!

Who are you? Let go!

Who are you?

Who has sent you?

Who are you!?

Why are you getting yourself
in trouble like this, Anu?

I can't help it.
It's for my daughter after all.

But you'll invite more trouble
if you stay involved.

It's already cost you a lot.
So, please, Ranjan.

Leaving your closest friend
without a word is your thing.

Not mine.

No one was beside me
when my career on suffering.

Only you were there.

You looked after my family.

It's okay, let's not talk about it.

Then don’t say such things.

Alright.

Is this the time to quarrel?

Did you ask how she is feeling?

How are you, Anurekha?

A bit better?

Still hurting?

Hmm.

I have news for you.

Nil has agreed to go to America.

Oh, really?

Congratulations.

Keep him safe.

Don’t let distance creep in.

Make a circle & join it here.

What is this?
Have you lost your mind?

Putting Mitul in an expensive
school like this?

-You know how much I earn!
-Why are you getting so hyper?

Shouldn’t we put our daughter
in a good school? We must, right?

-Besides, I am earning well now.
-Yes, I know.

You’re earning a lot.

Your work is being exhibited
at prestigious places.

Those that laud your work,
criticize mine, I know that too.

Are you out of your mind?
What’s wrong with you?

Honey, go inside.

-Go.
-No, she won’t go. She’ll stay.

She should know these things.

You know what? You're making
me look like a cartoon now!

Soon, she too will laugh at me.

What’s going on, Satyaki?
What’s your problem?

She is “our” daughter.

She is our equal responsibility.
Right?

If she won’t go to a good school,
get a strong education,

what will become of her future?

I can’t afford that now.

When I can in future, I’ll send
her to Europe for higher studies.

-But not now.
-I pay or you pay, does it matter?

And Satyaki…

You have inspired me so much
to become an artist.

Just because I am getting
a bit of fame today,

-you have a prob--
-Don’t be ridiculous.

Even I’ll get famous someday.
Big deal!

I’ll bring up my daughter according
to my present lifestyle.

Basically, I won’t allow your
chums to influence

my daughter in any way.

I can’t agree with you on this,
Satyaki.

Her friends are going to
reputed schools.

If she wants to go to a good school,
what’s your problem with it?

You realize how she’ll be affected
by it?

How will she be affected?
She told you this?

She is a kid. What will she say?

No, Baba,
I’ll study with my friends.

I’ll give you a tight slap!

Ma, Baba is scolding me!

What the hell…

You want to hit your daughter?

Listen, I think… we cannot stay
together anymore.

You’re right. We won’t.

In fact, it’s better for artists
to stay alone.

You can go wherever you want,
my daughter stays with me.

No. No way. If I go away,
I’ll take Mitul with me.

I'll take all the legal help
required if need be. Come on.

We are leaving.

Baba, won’t you come?

You’re taking her away?

There will come a time…

when Mitul will surely
return to me. And then…

And then you won’t be able to
take her away even if you try.

Baba, won’t Ma come with us?

We’re getting late. Come, Mitul.

You never found me

I never found you

My feet are tired
of walking barefoot

Wounded, I now bid farewell

I am bird flying around
in search of a nest

I wonder where I have arrived

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

The pain of turning
a loved one away

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

The sky is on fire
The birds burn down

I live on, wearing a garland
of burnt feathers

Picking up shedding leaves
of autumn

In the land of everlasting ice
there is only but one colour

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

The pain of turning away
a loved one

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

After your daughter passed,
now you too have been attacked.

The police are suspecting
Satyaki Sen is behind this.

Do you feel the same?

Do you become enemies
if you cannot agree on something?

I don't think so.

No matter what anyone says,
I don’t believe Satyaki is a killer.

I have faith on him.

“May your search be successful.
-Jadunath Bose.”

“A Bouquet of Nothing -
Satyaki Sen.”

Satyaki has written an absurd play.

All the characters of Aabol Taabol
are getting killed in it one by one.

Alhadi, Bapuram Sapurey,
Bombagorer Raja,

Pecha o Pechani,
Huko Mukho Hyangla…

These characters represent some
influential names of our society.

Those that are getting killed

bear strange similarities
with these characters.

What similarity?

The first soft toy that came
to your office: Alhadi.

The wonderful Wizard of Oz.

World famous American
children’s literature.

The book had these creatures
called hammerheads.

They were extremists.

Sukumar Ray illustration of Alhadi
was taken from their pictures.

Many say, Sukumar Ray wrote
this poetry on

the three leaders of our
Indian freedom struggle.

Lal Bal Pal.

Lala Lajpat Rai.

Bal Gangadhar Tilak.

Bipin Chandra Pal.

Yes, they too were extremists.

Like Ananya.

She had been an extremist leader
of a students' movement.

And the next target?

Bapuram Sapurey?

Sukumar Ray wrote this poem
mocking the British.

They caught two snakes:
Congress & the Muslim League.

Tried to tame them.

Try to remember the lines.

“No horns, no nails

They don’t run, nor walk

And bite they not"

Even Bilash Choudhury had tamed
a few famous writers

by giving them important posts
in cultural ministry.

They became brand ambassadors of

Bilash Choudhury’s
illicit companies.

I know.

Jasodhara is one of them.

The next soft toy.

Bombagorer Raja. (King of Bombagor)

Bombagorer Raja.

An autocratic king
who has no regard for beauty.

He decorates his palace
with the ugliest of things.

Rules the kingdom
according to his own whims.

Haren Mondol is a similar
kind of a character.

Haren Mondol had once attacked
Satyaki’s play.

Let’s see what your director
does now!

What are you doing!

He used to hate artists.

Couldn't tolerate them.

But who is committing
the murders in the play?

That’s the mystery.

Satyaki didn’t even let Jadu Babu
read the climax scene.

For a long time, I, as in “we”…

we have been thinking
of getting in touch with you.

But you’re a star student’s leader.

Why have you come to meet me
today all of a sudden?

I know who got Ananya murdered.

I also know you have proof.

I am here to take that.

Even if I have proof,

why shall I give it to you?

Hmm?

Because in return I will give you
a gold mine.

Your Party will take over
our university’s student union.

It’s your biggest target
before the election.

I know that.

Poor Archan landed up in jail
trying to frame me & Satyaki sir.

So, after Ananya Sengupta,
I am the new student’s leader.

All the opinion poles say
your Party is coming to power.

I will join your Party.

Will you now give me the evidence?

You should be in politics.

Do the job first.

You'll get what you want.

What I’d like to request you is,
please have a bit more faith in us.

You see, we’re under pressure
to find & arrest Satyaki Sen.

The murders seem to have been
done by the same person.

What do you think?

Look, that’s what the murder
pattern dictates. But then…

-But then?
-Well...

Personally...
a question is bugging me.

After your daughter died,

Haren Mondol had found
a drawing in her hostel room.

He had later discarded it
stating that it’s “not important”.

Later, when I took over,
I found it in the police files.

Kindly have a look at it?

Maybe the police didn’t find
anything special in it,

but as a mother
maybe you’ll see something.

There’s another information.

A student leader named Ismail
was killed a year ago.

The next year that case was…
Well…

Ismail was your daughter’s friend.

And your daughter was actively
trying to catch his killer.

This could also be a motive
behind killing Ananya Sengupta.

Sing again.

For the sake of freedom

So many lives have been
sacrificed

Jadu Babu…

Its story is written
with the ink of tears

I need to talk to you in private.

Who drew this, Jadu Babu?

How would I know?

It’s a scene from your home.
How can you not know?

I know one of the two characters
in the drawing.

Who is the other person?

Enough harm is already done,
madam.

I cannot take anymore
at this age.

The hands that once fed
my daughter,

I used the same hands to burn
her pyre recently.

Have you suffered more than this?

I understand your pain.

But, you know where
the problem lies, madam?

You had just one child.

I have hundreds of them.

When they die before time…

it becomes…

What exactly do you want?

Who are these two people
in this drawing, Jadu Babu?

I have come here to search
for my daughter’s killer.

Won’t you help me a bit?

Why don’t you answer my calls?

Listen, listen to me.

Look, I did just as you told.

I did everything.

Now tell me,
when will you stage the play?

If you go back on your word,
I won’t spare you either.

I won’t let you hide away anymore,
you don’t know me!

Hello… Hello?

Hello, madam.

I am Sub-Inspector Himangshu Das.
We found this here.

Bagchi sir told me to show it
to you.

Climax scene?

Is this why the killer… identified
Badshah as Bhisma Lochan Sharma?

Hey, clear up the crowd.

You were right, Laltuda.

When Satyaki returned,
he’d have cast Badshah.

See. He had cast him in the play
as Bhisma Lochan Sharma.

Oh, Badshah… My son…

Yes, Anu. Tell me.

A mismatch in the pattern.

What kind?

No water.

“Going great guns this summer
Bhisma Lochan Sharma

His roar can be heard
from Delhi to Burma”

-Who is this?
-Who could it be?

An imaginary person.

No.

Sukumar Ray’s Bhisma Lochan
Sharma is not a human being.

It was the German warship
from World War One era.

Emdem.

As in?

As in… the warship Emdem
had been destroying Madras.

“Going great guns” means
the gunshots of Emdem.

G-U-N.

“Lives in water, strangely violent

And silent".

Exactly.

Lives in water.

Ananya, Bilash Choudhury,
Haren Mondol and me…

Think about the murder pattern.

Drowning in water.

But Badshah’s murder
doesn’t involve water.

Why?

So, in case of Badshah
someone else is the murderer?

Or is it… the same murderer?

Maybe trying to confuse us?

Laltuda.

Laltuda?

Why did Badshah keep coming
to this place?

No idea…

Why he came,
what he used to do here…

Since the script was found here…

that means Badshah used to
come here often.

That means… some of
his things must be here?

-Anu…
-Hmm?

So, then… Badshah committed
the murders?

Who said that Badshah
committed the murders?

Who said so?

My son is not a murderer!

I don’t believe it.

Now the entire thing is clear
to me, Inspector Bagchi.

Badshah was sending me
these hints

so I would expose Bilash Choudhury
& Haren Mondol in my paper.

I see.

Satyaki was going to give
Badshah a role in his play.

Bilash Choudhury & Haren Mondol
are Satyaki’s enemies.

Which is why Badshah killed them,
maybe as instructed by Satyaki.

But why seek revenge on Ananya?

And who killed Badshah?

Still not clear.

Anyway,

if there’s any progress, please
let me know, Inspector Bagchi.

Surely.

I’ll let you know.

Thank you, Inspector.

Why have you been staring
at that photograph?

The pattern of the discarded.

As in?

Only Satyaki has the answer
to that.

I believe, Jadu Babu knows
where Satyaki is.

And we have to find out.

Don’t worry.

I’ll work on that.

We all know you are
very close to Jadu Babu.

The night Ananya was murdered,

a gun was fired at Haren Mondol
in the ladies hostel.

You were spotted in the CCTV.
Don’t take this lightly.

You will go to jail. Even
jadu Babu won’t be spared.

Where is Satyaki?

Tell us, and nothing like that
will happen.

Answer sir’s question.

Or, do one thing. Take him
to Jadu Babu. Come on.

What do you want?

Satyaki is with you.

Right, Jadu Babu?

Why are you after that chap?
They will kill him.

We want to save Satyaki.

You decided to trust Anurekha,
so trust her all the way please.

Let Satyaki meet her.

Ananya is Satyaki’s daughter,
Jadu Babu.

She was killed!

How can the father
stay in hiding?

Bring out the truth, Jadu Babu.

Please.

Call madam in.

Wow.

His daughter gets killed,

yet, the celebrated social activist,

rebellious playwright, Satyaki Sen

is hiding in a hole like a damn rat!

What did you sell yourself for?

Money or power?

You used to talk about
changing the world, right?

This is your new world?

Your utopian world?

Answer me, Satyaki!

Your careerist friend demands
an answer from you!

Answer me!

Ranjan.

Can you give us a few minutes?

Thanks.

You had told me,

once Mitul comes to you
she will never return to me.

You made that happen, Satyaki!

“I know, we both share

The blame of this destruction

The other side has already paid
its price

Soon, we will have to bear
the repercussion”

You snatched her away.

Couldn’t keep her, could you?

You’ll still continue to fight,
Satyaki?

We were both at fault.

Why’d she leave you and come
to me otherwise?

So, then, Mitul…

told you who she was?

Ties of blood.

Did she need to tell me?

I won’t let you bring in drugs
in this campus!

-Why!
-What will you do?

-Warn your boss!
-Be careful!

What the hell is going on!
Enough!

-Sir... they started it--
-I told you to stop!

What’s all this? Go away!
Come on, get going, all of you!

-Sir, you’ll let them go?
-Be quiet. Go back to class.

All of you.

And you… Need special invitation?

You wait.

What’s wrong with you, Ananya?

Why’ve you come to the university?

-To rebel or to study?
-You know my name?

Yes, I do.

I also know that you're the daughter
of cartoonist Anurekha Sengupta.

But then I am… someone else’
daughter too.

I don’t know if he will
admit to that anymore.

As far as I know,
he never denied that.

And I also know
that he is waiting.

Waiting eagerly for his daughter.

You… remember me?

If was all going fine.

A little hide & seek
between father & daughter.

In my life… whenever things
are going great for a long while,

I feel scared. I know…

an unknown power will come and…

That night…

what happened, Satyaki?

That night, Laltuda’s assistant
had called.

He said Laltuda
is at the ladies hostel.

Wants to meet me urgently.

Stop! Do not go there! Stop!

Mitul! Mitul…

Killed your own daughter,
Satyaki Babu?

Huh?

Not just me, the entire world
will say so.

Because it’s Haren Mondol
who will build the case.

Do one thing. If you want out,

give me the evidence you have
against me & Bilash Choudhury.

Stop staring now!

One stubborn guy, aren't you?

Get the bugger!

Let’s get away from here, sir!
Come on, get in the car!

Though they couldn’t save Mitul,
Jadu Babu’s boys…

saved me from there.
They brought me to this shelter.

-They informed the media.
-And you agreed to hide away?

You think so?

After what happened
to my daughter, I’ll…

go into hiding?

Jadu Babu won’t let me go out.
He believes they will…

they will kill me.

I heard you’re joining politics.

Still so scared?

I’ve got nothing to lose.

Nothing scares me.

And that is why they were
so desperate to buy me out.

You really are a true artist.

You are an inspiration,
Satyaki Babu.

The evidence you have gathered
against Bilash Choudhury…

Hand it over.

I will expose each and every one
of them.

I’ll put them in jail.

Join our Party.

If you join politics,

as & however you wish,

you can do one play after
another on a grand scale.

And I will make
all the arrangements.

What do I have to do in return?

Get rid of Ananya somehow.
Anyhow.

Sir, do you need anything?

And it’s only you who can
do this job.

Think it through.

The problem is
you’ve chosen the wrong guy.

When we come to power, we’ll
give you the cultural ministry.

The problem is, if I join--
if I at all join politics,

I’ll come in to clean up
the garbage.

I won’t side up with you
and make the place dirtier.

Am I making myself clear?

And if anything happens
to Ananya…

I won’t spare any of you.

The police say...

you promised Badshah a role
in your play

in return of those killings.

What play! I had cancelled
that damned play!

I didn’t like it. I asked Jadu Babu,
he too didn’t like it much. Later…

I scrapped it.

So, then…

the premiere of the play
on the 8th of April…

Cancelled that too.

In fact, I was going to tell
Laltuda about this that night.

Later, I figured it was a trap.

So, then… Bhisma Lochan Sharma
is not the killer in your play?

No.

I didn’t like the climax.

I couldn’t decide on who would
be the killer, later I decided

one can’t compromise on
the writing like this. So, I…

cancelled all of it.

Did you… make anyone else
read this play?

No, not anyone--

Yes, I did in fact.

I told one person to read it.

Even sent over a premiere invite.

Who… Who is that?

Sir.

Today, again.

Anu.

Another soft toy.

What’s it this time? Gondho Bichar?

Yes. But there's been no murder
this time.

So, what does this one indicate?

Listen, Ranjan.

I just spoke to your son.

Listen to me carefully.

You know whose factory this is?
Your grandfather’s.

Years ago, some people
conspired to have it shut down.

But your grandfather wanted
Ranjan’s son to take it over.

So, your dad will hand over its
ownership to you himself today.

Why didn’t you tell me
about this before?

Surprise! How do you
like your birthday gift?

Nil…

Leave him! Leave him!

Nil…

Let go of him!

Hey! Who are you! Let him go!

Nil, come on! Nil…

Come!

Nil?

Are you okay? Just a sec. Sit.

Nil… Nil, are you okay? Nil…

Anurekha, you saved our son again…

I don’t have any words to thank you…

Not happening.
Not good enough, Jasodhara.

Your play is premiering
on 8th April.

As a playwright,
that’s terrible acting there.

What play?

What are you saying?

Why… “A Bouquet of Nothing”!

Don’t you know who wrote that play?

I do know. But Satyaki himself
has no clue about its climax.

The climax scene’s script was
found at Badshah’s murder spot.

That kind of writing style,
its pattern...

Well, it could be anyone
but Satyaki.

No one knows that better than me.

This is written by you, Jasodhara.

And, Satyaki didn’t make
Badshah Bhisma Lochan.

You did.

You noticed Badshah
in Satyaki’s group.

Then you kept using him
according to your plan.

Madam.

Yes?

Satyaki sir is not going to do
that play.

Hmm.

No one else knows.

I am the only one sir told.

Sad?

I failed again!

I’ve told you so many times.

Do you have any small roles
in your play that I...

Well, if you want something small…

But I was thinking...

The role you were born for,
one that'll make you a superstar,

I want to give you that.

Really?

A new play, madam?

Satyaki gave his play to me.

I’ll rewrite it.

A Bouquet of Nothing?

A Bouquet of Nothing.

Madam, which character
do you want me for?

Bhisma Lochan Sharma.

Bhisma Lochan…

I am rewriting it, you see.
By the way,

in my play Bhisma Lochan Sharma
is the hero.

Bhisma Lochan Sharma will
take the entire city down.

He kills the enemies of society
who pretend to be good people.

He has his own style.

What style?

No, no… It’s not working.

What are you doing?
It’s not working at all.

-What are you saying?
-You’re failing at the art, dear.

Sorry.

I guess Satyaki was right.

How can I have you play such
an important part? No way.

I can do it. I’ll do it, madam.
Watch me, I’ll do it.

Satyaki sir has no idea! He's been
promising to give me a break

-but he never did! He--
-Why will he give you a chance?

You fail to become the character.

You fail to understand it.

A man who kills!

Is it that easy?

Here’s the victim. I drown him to
death yet he doesn’t fight back?

What a joke!

Won’t he try to save himself?

Won’t he struggle?

But you’ve to fight all his efforts
& shut his mouth!

Forever!

Here, it’s done.

That’s it.

You’re not worth it. Go.
Waste of time.

-I’ve to find someone else.
-Madam!

-Hey, stop it!
-Please let me do this!

Please let me do this…

-I’ll do whatever you say.
-Okay.

Suppose I tell you…
to land this role you’ve to…

you’ve to commit a real life
murder! Will you do it?

You can’t do that, right?

A real life… murder?

Forget it. And stop dreaming.

But, madam… a real murder?

The more your dedication,
the bigger a superstar you are.

Just tell me, madam,
whom do I have to kill?

No you, it's Bhisma Lochan Sharma
who'll be killing those people.

You are just playing out
his character in real life.

Can you really do it?

-I can.
-I can!

Show me the confidence!
“Madam, I can definitely do it!"

Say it.

I can do it!

I can, madam!

We’ve to have her
discarded from the world.

But… who is she, madam?

An enemy of the society.

A terrorist who has dressed up
as Alhadi.

Your unique method of
discarding people is unforgettable.

Why have you been staring
at that photograph?

The pattern of the discarded.

Jasodhara has written a new play.

It’s going to be made
into a big-budget film.

Forget it.
I have discarded that play.

It started with Ananya.

Then, promising him a role,

you made Badshah commit the murders!

In this way, you got rid of
all your enemies one by one.

Badshah continued to practice
the method acting in reality

as taught by his teacher.

Just the way you had
written in your climax scene.

Isn’t it, Jasodhara?

You even tried to have me
killed by Badshah.

You’re a good teacher, Jasodhara.

It earned you one more pupil.

But he made a tiny mistake.

Poor chap.

He didn’t know Badshah’s logic
behind drowning people to death.

He just followed the pattern & kept
sending the Aabol Taabol soft toys.

So that it seems the murders
are done by one single person.

After Bhisma Lochan Sharma,

he chose his mother to be
his last target.

Right?

Nil?

Sir, what about this
“order of the British Empire”?

Back in royal India, it was
common to use royal titles.

The moneyed lot of the society
started buying these titles.

Naturally, that would enhance
their social power & standing.

The entire country was swarming
with undeserving title holders.

So, the king himself did the
Gondho Bichar (odour test)

to mark out the undeserving
people.

Order of the British rule.

"Odour" of the British rule.

“Gondho Bichar”.

Nil… Nil!

You’re making a mistake, Nil.

You’ve a bright future ahead.

Career… America…
A luxurious life!

Imagine the money…

Stop thinking everyone is like
you, Jasodhara Banerjee!

Come on.

I thought you were intelligent,
Nil.

Why are you being stupid?
Don’t listen to others.

Use your brain.

Why’d I kill Ananya?
What motive did I have?

You had good motive.

I’ll tell you.

Correct me if I am wrong.

Stand for the election.

You’re a popular playwright.

You will surely win.

Satyaki won’t agree to it.
I know him.

Fine. Then do the other
job which I believe you can do.

What is that?

A girl from your son’s university.

She’s become a problem.

Who is that?
Ananya Sengupta?

Hmm.

Because your Party can’t take
over the union while she’s there?

Or is there another reason?

What do you mean?

Student leader… Ismail?

Ananya already has all the proof
to prove you were involved.

Her childhood friend.

Right?

Hmm.

Have to get rid of Ananya
before the election.

I cannot be directly involved.

Besides, now that you know
everything,

you have to get the job done.

-It’s risky.
-I know.

If we can frame Satyaki
for all of it,

then obtaining the proof…

becomes cakewalk.

Brilliant. Brilliant!

All kind of brilliant & risky jobs

require equivalent compensation.

What do you want?

I want the cultural ministry.

You’ve proof of that weird story
of yours, Madam Sengupta?

There is proof.

Badshah… Listen.

Everything has been arranged.
Okay?

You have to get rid of
Ananya Sengupta tomorrow night.

Tomorrow?

But, madam, I heard

that the police is raiding
the campus at random hours.

Something about drugs…

I’ll take care of it.

You don’t worry. Hmm?

And listen.

Once the job is done,

leave a soft toy
outside Ranjan’s office.

Okay?

Those that took away Ananya…

I won’t spare any of them!

It was you who called Satyaki
to the hostel that night.

It was your plan!

Bravo, bravo, Madam Sengupta.

But you’re late.

The waters have flown
too far beyond your reach.

The flood is coming.

Nope.

I struck a separate deal
with Amartya Chatterjee.

Your Party will gain
the support of our students.

And in this year’s student’s
election, I’ll be your candidate.

Excellent!

You’ve made the impossible
happen, Nil.

I kept my word.

Your turn now.

You know who killed
Ananya Sengupta?

I heard.

Also heard that she asked for
the assembly election ticket.

You’re a big politician,
an intelligent politician.

Surely you thought it through
when you set up your players.

Because you can give the assembly
election ticket to anyone you want.

But your entrance in the Bongio
University’s student union…

Only I can ensure that for you.

Will you lose the entire gold mine
trying to save a gold ring?

I don’t think you’re that
weak a politician.

Tell me honestly, Nil.

Could I have killed Ananya?

Okay, then kill me.

If you really believe I did this,

then kill me, Nil.

Kill me…

Kill me!

Jasodhara!

Jasodhara…

Ranjan…

Ranjan, calm down.
Listen to me carefully.

You killed an innocent girl.

Her daughter!
Now you want to kill my son?

What you are doing is wrong,
Jasodhara!

What’s wrong in it?

Why? Huh?
There’s nothing wrong in it.

People do such things all the time
when they aim at building a life.

No one remembers it.
Success is the ultimate thing.

Once you’re successful, no one
remembers these trivial things.

Trivial things?

Your pride is destroying you,
Jasodhara!

I am an artist!

My pride fuels me!

An ordinary girl from the suburbs.

Trying to land a tiny role in
a play,

getting molested by the director
for it over & over & over…

Now, here’s where she stands.

I rule the theatre world
of Bengal today.

I’m a powerful name.

I stomp over men like you.

And I've done all of this
on my own, with my own power!

You can’t stop me.

I won’t stop.

Any hindrance comes my way…

I will not think twice
before crushing it to pieces!

By killing?

By making criminals
out of the young generation?

This is your art?

The people are intelligent.

They know that artists like you
should be crumbled brutally!

The same will happen
to you in time.

What will you do?

What can you do…

You’ll expose me?

You’ll seek justice
on social media?

A candlelight march perhaps?

No one cares…

No one cares!

Matter of time…
People forget everything!

You don’t know how powerful
I am, Madam Sengupta.

When a mother gives birth
to a human life…

When she raises that child
with her affection & love…

And then when she lights
the pyre of the same child…

Stop!

...that candlelight of yours
turns into a volcano!

And you don’t know the power
of it, Jasodhara Banerjee!

Now that candle has turned
into a volcano!

Stop it!

You never found me

I never found you

My feet are tired
of walking barefoot

Wounded, I now bid farewell

I am bird, searching for a nest

I wonder where I have arrived

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

The pain of turning away
a loved one

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

The world knows

The pain of turning away
a loved one

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

The sky is on fire
The birds burn down

I live on, wearing a garland
of burnt feathers

Picking up the shedding leaves
of autumn

In the land of everlasting ice
there is only but one colour

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

What it means to turn away
a loved one