Original subtitles

The successful detonation of the atomic bomb, Namo Adima Buddha

proves once again that we are not lagging behind.

The entire world is looking at us.

Let's hear it from the man behind the success.

The renowned nuclear physicist, Dr. Anant Prakash Krishnamurthy.

This is an important day for Indian science.

In the field of atomic research...

Stop it!

- ...a big step forward. - A big step.

Shut up!

We've shown the world...

Keep quiet!

...in the field of atomic research in the last few years...

Shut it!

...the progress we've made.

...the progress we've made.

Damn it!

I'd like to thank my...

Hello.

Dipak Chatterjee?

Miss Nandi.

MISS NANDI

How did you know I'm still here?

I'm the intelligence head.

I keep myself updated.

There's only one library in the city which has your books.

So, you assumed...

I'm protecting my books. Right?

What do you want?

Can you meet me?

Buy me a drink?

Single malt?

COUNTRY LIQUOR SHOP

Make yourself comfortable.

Oh God!

Thank you.

Here you go, Ms. Nandi.

Go ahead.

Cheers!

Too strong?

Losing touch with Bengali and Bangla, the liquor.

I still watch Bengali films.

Don't ask me to show solidarity.

I can't.

What do you want?

I need your help.

The city needs you.

Why me?

Where are your celebrity detectives?

Looking for hidden treasure?

Or are they solving the same case over and over again for your city?

You belong to this city too.

Oh my God!

Thank you.

Welcome.

This city belongs to the civilised.

This is the city of Tagore, Ray, Feluda and Byomkesh.

Swapankumar's city is lost.

Dance, dance.

Practise dancing.

Anyway...

No point nagging.

What do you want? Tell me in detail.

Let's hear it.

The city is in danger.

I get it but why me?

No one else will believe that Badami Hyena will attack the city.

I can already hear the whistles.

Let's go upstairs.

Here.

No one knows what Badami Hyena is.

All we know is that it's a dangerous gang.

Probably a terrorist organisation founded by...

I don't know.

The intelligence agencies are on a wild goose chase.

Not a goose.

You mean a hyena.

Dipak, the agency has informed us

that they're most probably operating from Kalahari in Africa.

Excuse me, bro.

What do you think of the name "Chaos in Kalahari"?

Excellent!

Is it releasing during the Durga festival?

I'll watch with my family.

Don't be cynical, Dipak.

Just being clinical.

Badami Hyena has reached Kolkata.

With plans to destroy the entire city.

They'll raze our city to the ground.

What's the point of killing a dead city?

Tell me.

Why did you come to this petty detective?

Shut up! Don't talk like a loser.

Get over the self-pity, Dipak Chatterjee.

Fine.

I feel very thirsty at night.

- Stop! - Oh my God!

- Thank you. Welcome. - Dipak!

Dipak!

COUNTRY LIQUOR SHOP

The city needs you, Dipak.

But I don't need the city anymore.

Ask your famous detectives for help.

The ones Bengali culture bows down to.

They won't believe that Badami Hyena can't be destroyed.

Because the key to his life is kept in a box at a distance.

The life-key has arrived in Kolkata.

So, he'll follow for sure.

I believe you.

But I have to get back to work.

Greetings to the cultured Bengalis!

According to Nandi

Badami Hyena is going to destroy the city.

That'd be great.

What's left of the city anyway?

A few songs of Tagore.

And a handful Feluda, Byomkesh and Kakababu stories.

Why?

What about Shobor, Eken Babu and Mitin Mashi?

When Howrah station is full, go to Santragachi.

Oh ho.

Want one?

- What is it? - Antacid.

I like the acidity.

It burns my inside. Helps me forget the pain.

What are you planning to do?

Have some parathas and mutton curry.

Then doze off at the library.

You?

What about me?

Will wear my leash and wag my tail at the electronics store.

Hey, loser! Where's the box?

Where have you hidden it?

Tell us or your bald head will blossom.

- Hey... - What's this?

Here it is. Got it!

Keep it safe.

Let me take care of him.

AH AH AAH!!!

Water...

Hey, let's go.

Water...

Water...

Water...

Water...

- Water... - Here.

- Here you go. Water. - No! No! No!

Wants you to wash his hands.

His hands are dirty.

Damn.

Still don't think the city is in danger?

Will the price of mutton come down?

Couldn't even finish my food.

Tell them while you pay...

The parathas were too oily.

I can't, Dipak Chatterjee.

You can change.

I can't.

Dipak Chatterjee will not return.

But I will return.

His aide.

Ratanlal.

Swapankumar.

Can you imagine?

I'm the writer of these books.

These pages used to drift across the city.

And readers...

would anxiously wait to get their hands on these.

New books in the Swapankumar series.

The latest adventure of Dipak Chatterjee.

Who is going to attack the city next?

Who's going to save it?

And that's why...

I've bound them with pearls.

Pearls?

Cheap detective novels.

Rubbish!

Pulp fiction.

I'm the first Bengali pulp fiction writer.

And you're the hero.

Brought joy to the readers.

Possessed readers with the magic of Dipak Chatterjee.

Magic?

Yes.

Magic.

Grandfather has read. So has his son and grandson.

Have they ever accepted it?

Does it decorate their living room book shelf?

Do they ever gift it to their loved ones?

Bloody Bengali hypocrites!

Your books will forever remain...

...just pulp fiction.

As for me...

I'll be a forbidden advertisement.

No one wanted to remember us, Swapankumar.

Bengalis have used their culture...

to kick us out.

No!

The city has lost its imagination.

It doesn't raise its hood like a serpent to challenge Dipak.

But now the Hyena is here. Badami Hyena.

Whose life-key is hidden in a small box.

And it's in the city.

Is it your snuff box?

You can say so.

That's what I thought.

Since I refused her.

Nandi sent you.

You can say so.

You know, Dipak.

I'm here out of greed.

I'm very greedy.

You're chasing Badami Hyena.

Ratanlal by your side.

You want to save the city from destruction.

It's the middle of the night...

the city is engulfed in darkness.

Rain drizzles gently.

A gust of wind.

The city is silent.

What an imagination, Dipak!

I insolently jump from the parapet.

Dipak Chatterjee.

Two guns in my two hands.

And in the other hand, a flashlight.

How could you write that?

Made me a butt of jokes for eternity.

See...

When you're writing in the dim light of the platform...

to finish two books in a night, mistakes happen.

Right?

You know, Dipak.

I was at the Sealdah Station...

While writing all night after drinking some Bangla...

Had to meet the morning deadline.

Had to return home with the money.

That was our pride.

Have to stop it.

I will keep writing.

I'll publish it myself.

My brother-in-law has a grocery store.

He'll keep a few copies for sure.

You'll read it.

I'll read it.

My brother-in-law will read it.

Tutun will read.

I WILL write!

I must.

No one will even touch your rubbish stories.

Get lost, Swapankumar.

These are traps.

To make fun of us.

Dipak.

So, you know? That snitch Ratanlal.

They've taken Badami Hyena's life-key to Snow White cold storage.

Ratanlal is going there alone.

Can't go today.

It's going to rain.

It's going to rain because Dipak Chatterjee is coming.

There's a depression over Bay of Bengal.

I'm a detective. Not depression.

That box is the only way to find out Badami Hyena's real identity.

I don't want to know.

Badami Hyena can only be a villain in a Dipak Chatterjee story.

Badami Hyena can only be a villain in a Dipak Chatterjee story.

A new adventure in the Swapankumar series.

My hands are itching to start writing.

Shall I write?

You're not fit to write.

There's no literary value.

Mindless, idiotic stuff.

If it must be written, I'll get someone with awards.

That'll last for ages.

Oh!

So, what do I have to do?

Can you plug in Tagore's songs?

Or let's say...

For example...

Can you write riddles that can only be solved by "Mogojastra"?

Can you add a bit of history?

Can you?

Bloody crap!

It's going to rain.

Famous detective, Dipak Chatterjee has hit the streets.

So, it's going to rain.

SWAPANKUMAR'S BADAMI HYENA'S CARNAGE

A dark and stormy night...

Rain pours down heavily...

A shadowy figure stops in front of Snow White cold storage.

It's rainy season outside.

But inside, it's winter.

Pointlessly killed Chaku.

What's inside?

Diamonds?

Don't know, bro.

Boss wants us to keep it safe.

Or else, we're finished.

Hey, who's there?

- Hey! - What happened?

Hey!

How did he get in?

Who the hell are you?

I hope to live up to his name.

Famous detective, Dipak Chatterjee.

In a show of extraordinary courage, Ratanlal shoots.

But he fails.

Hey, bastard!

How did you get in?

Let's put him in a sack of potatoes.

He was surrounded by dangerous goons.

Who are you, bugger?

Ratanlal realised death was knocking at the door.

Tagore's songs.

I'm sorry, Dipak Chatterjee.

Give us your name.

He's Watson. I'm Sherlock.

The life-key.

Where should I keep it?

It all belongs to the universe.

Keep it in your pocket.

In the pocket?

Are you sure?

What happened?

Dipak heard a sound.

He took out his gun.

He'd learnt from the Mahabharata how to shoot at sound.

In the year 1733...

An American merchant ship dropped anchor at the Calcutta port.

Santa Maria.

The ship was carrying ice.

Calcutta caught a cold.

And the Bengalis are still suffering.

No point staying alive with chronic illness.

So I finished him off.

It's quite cold outside.

We should cool ourselves.

Miss Nandi.

Ratanlal will deliver Badami Hyena's life-key to you tomorrow evening.

What you do with it...

...is up to you.

Please don't bug me anymore.

Good night.

I could have gone in the morning.

Get it over with.

Worked a hard night shift.

Don't you want to rest?

Let's go.

Volume one.

Volume two.

How was it?

What did you think of the Tagore song?

Well-placed.

Two guns in two hands.

Six bullets in each.

I shot more than 30 rounds.

You think people won't make fun?

That's why I said you can't write for serious readers.

Anyway. I was there to save Ratanlal.

I'm out of the game.

Adios.

Ratanlal!

GITABITAN RABINDRANATH TAGORE

Ratanlal was on his way to hand over the box to Ms. Nandi.

It was 4:15 p.m.

Ma'am, it's 4:15 p.m.

Should we leave?

We don't have to go anywhere.

It'll come to us.

And time won't go faster if you keep looking at your watch.

It's 4:30.

The box...

Ratanlal wonders what's inside the box.

Does it really contain Badami Hyena's life-key?

It's said a human soul weighs 21 grams.

Are those 21 grams in this box?

Who found the box? How did they do it?

That's for me to know.

Ratanlal didn't notice a red van coming up behind him.

It had been following his taxi.

Badami Hyena, right? But who is this Badami Hyena?

Then suddenly the van pulled up next to the taxi.

And a gun was pointed at him.

Easy, Mr. Sen.

We don't have enough information.

Would you be able to do anything if you had the info?

You can't register an FIR against Badami Hyena.

Only F-I-R-E.

And the one that'll fire...

He...

HE WAS...

Ratanlal starts running for his life.

He must protect the box by all means.

But will he be able to do it?

It's 5:00 p.m.

The closing bell for the museum rings.

Everyone starts leaving.

This is where Ratanlal decides to hide.

But where is he?

The museum is his last ray of hope.

Suddenly, he notices...

The box...

Save it.

The country is in grave danger.

Don't tell anyone anything.

A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib.

What?

Dead sahib...

Bullet in the heart...

What?

A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib?

Help!

Help!

Help!

Anyone here?

- Hey, Rumal? - What?

Look for the box.

Where's the girl?

- Look for the box. - I'm looking.

Lost the signal.

Can I try with another SIM card?

MAGICIAN HO INTERN RUMAL

Ratanlal surrendered himself in the arms of death.

And Dipak...

...had no idea.

Right here.

What's going on?

I mean...

He was right here.

Dead... In a pool of blood.

Didn't get a good night's sleep. Right?

Chinatown is an ancient thoroughfare.

China probably comes from the word meaning ancient.

A very old country.

DR. CHING DENTIST

Who asked you to shoot?

I was pointing the gun to ask him to stop.

The museum bell rang.

I got startled.

Got startled, huh?

Got startled?

Fools!

Overacting.

If it wasn't on him, then where did it go?

Did it vanish?

I'd checked thoroughly.

He was going on about something.

He was talking to a girl there.

How did he know about the girl?

Can I sell the guy's phone?

He used to sell used phones before.

Whenever he sees a phone...

I get butterflies in my stomach.

KOLKATA PUBLIC LIBRARY ESTD - 1925

Dipak!

Till the time...

you find the box...

I'm going to be extracting one tooth every day.

Just want to keep the pressure on.

This is the Hyena's wish.

Open your mouth. Open wide.

Open up.

Tooth extracted!

I'm going to...

Life-key...

- Coming. - Coming?

- Coming. - Yes!

Let's see how.

Life-key!

- Life-key! - Yes! Life-key!

- Life-key! - What's this?

This is not the life-key.

This is kaffir lime.

Magic...

Dipak!

Holy s**t!

Holy Bible.

Where's Ratanlal?

He was supposed to meet me at 4:30.

Didn't show up?

Listen, Dipak.

I want that box.

I'm more concerned about Ratanlal.

I think he's in danger.

Danger?

Or maybe not in danger anymore.

Outside the realm of danger.

MOHANA NURSE & AYA CENTRE

An old house on the outskirts of the city.

Dim lights flickering inside.

Why are you so quiet, Tashi?

Say something.

Priti, send word to Uncle Roger.

Uncle's here.

UNCLE ROGER

What's the matter, girls?

Ratanlal.

Please contact the fair ground office.

Your mother, aunt, brother and Badami Hyena are waiting for you.

If you announce his name on the mic, he can't help but respond.

Childhood habits.

Ratanlal, please contact the fair ground office.

Dipak's message was for Badami Hyena.

Not for Ratanlal.

Welcome, Dipak Chatterjee.

I knew you'd come back.

Uncle.

Today...

I witnessed a real murder.

No murder is real.

There are no real deaths either.

Because death doesn't exist.

No one knows that better than you.

It's just coming...

And returning over and over again.

Get ready.

It's almost time.

DIPAK LOOKS FOR RATANLAL

Zaijian.

Who were they?

No one.

What do you mean?

What's this?

Have to take you to the hospital.

- I'll call an ambulance. - No point.

- No point. - What?

I have to die.

Please go away.

I am a detective.

You don't have to be afraid.

Do you want to say something?

A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib.

Murder in the museum.

Country is in danger.

The girl was right here after she got shot.

Strange!

Check if he's drunk.

He's smelling of old books.

Which ones?

Test papers?

Story books.

Oh, story books!

Then must be an addict.

One night in the lockup will fix him.

Playing games with the police?

You think the police are sitting idle?

Put him in the van.

I'm Dipak Chatterjee.

Which Dipak Chatterjee?

Haven't you read the famous detective stories by Swapankumar?

I see.

- Then where's Ratanlal? - Please stop the nonsense.

Can't deal with so many crazies.

Get rid of him.

- Get lost. - Let's go.

A VIP car is going to pass. Be on your way.

Sir, have you read Dipak Chatterjee stories?

- Written by Swapankumar. - Of course, I have.

But if I find the real Dipak Chatterjee I'll hang him.

Got bad grades because I was too busy reading his rubbish stories.

Don't laugh. My dad disowned me.

Refused to give me his property.

Then my mom threatened to have poison. So, I got the ground floor.

That too with tenants.

Those were the days.

My favourite was Kalnagini.

Really?

- Kalnagini's "Festival of Death". -Yes.

"The Mystery of Kalnagini".

- "Kalnagini at the Chinese Border". - Oh yes!

-"Kalnagini Under the Sea". -Yes!

"Kalnagini in Death Trap".

Do you remember Baajpakhi?

- Oh Baajpakhi! - "Baajpakhi's Death Knell".

- "Baajpakhi Reigns Rangoon". - "Baajpakhi Reigns Rangoon".

- "Baajpakhi in Space". - Then there was--

The Dragon!

Dipak faces the Dragon.

And the Kalo Nekre?

"The Revenge of Kalo Nekre."

Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps.

Sir, me too.

Where did it go?

Where did I lose it?

Damn!

Where did you go?

Looking for something?

The cap of my rum bottle.

I won't live long.

I don't want to live.

I've lost everything.

Everything.

This is why the city still needs detectives.

Must have kept it in your pocket when you opened the bottle.

And forgot.

Thank you.

Thank you.

May God bless you.

Impress you. Mess with you...

Dipak Chatterjee solved another case in the city.

But his assistant Ratanlal was not there.

I believe he's no more.

I have a request.

Please bring him back to life.

Please don't let Ratanlal die in this story.

Veggies! Fresh veggies!

Fresh, fresh veggies!

Want some cauliflowers?

Wow!

Those are pretty sizeable!

- Where are the cauliflowers from? - Dhapa dumpsite.

- Dhapa? - Yes, Dhapa!

Have to save Ratanlal.

Dhapa...

Take a cauliflower.

Cauliflower doesn't agree with me at this age.

- Bloody oldie wasting my time. - Dhapa...

Dhapa...

The city's waste turns to ashes here.

"Where there's ruin, there's hope for treasure."

Crack of dawn.

Dhapa dumpsite.

Ratanlal wakes up.

Ratanlal got lucky this time.

The bullet missed his heart by a hair.

He has a lot to get done.

He must find the box.

He must save the country.

I must give him the news.

"A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib."

"Murder in the museum."

"The country is in danger."

Dipak.

Can you hear me?

Ratanlal is alive.

The bullet didn't hit him in the right place.

Thanks.

Guess what he's saying after coming back to life.

"O, Death!

You've made me immortal."

"O, Death, You've made me immortal."

"The Ballad of Bhanusingha".

Please stop using Rabindranath Tagore.

I'll stop.

Give Ratanlal a disguise.

They know who he is.

Fine.

One more thing.

What?

I'm riding a bike in one scene.

And walking in the next.

Please maintain continuity.

Dipak, get ready.

You have to come with me.

I'm picking you up in...

five minutes.

It's urgent.

Why?

Received some strange information.

Badami Hyena's kid.

A leukaemia patient.

Admitted in a hospital in Kolkata.

And Badami Hyena is coming to town to pick him up.

Fantastic!

Amaltash.

Feeling better?

What are you drawing?

Mushroom.

- Do you like eating mushrooms? - No, no.

It's not that mushroom.

This is the atom bomb's mushroom.

Why is Badami Hyena's kid here?

How did he get here?

What's he doing in a hospital like this?

All these questions were never a part of your stories.

Why now?

Are you changing, Dipak Chatterjee?

Trying hard to be accepted by Bengali mediocrity.

Which way?

Nurse!

Scoundrels.

Couldn't keep an eye for 10 minutes.

Security! Security!

Glub glub went the little frogs...

And the mushroom went boom!

Security! Sec--

S**t!

They won't be able to go far.

The kid has leukaemia.

He'll need blood in a few days.

But now he knows we've identified his kid.

Badami Hyena ordered this.

Which means he has arrived.

Found this in the room.

Hey, kid!

Who are you?

Baajpakhi?

Smells of kaffir lime.

I'm a big bird.

Yes.

Want to fly away with me?

BAAJPAKHI DIPAK'S ARCH ENEMY

Nandi's...

Office...

To reach Nandi's office, Ratanlal had taken the road in front of the museum.

He was on Red Road that day.

Red Road...

During the Second World War...

It was used as a runway.

You have to share information like this.

Right.

Red Road.

- Second World War. - Mampi, please return the helicopter.

Biltu, you can't fly your helicopter here.

I'll teach you a lesson.

Sir, I'm keeping it here.

Don't give it back even if he begs.

Suddenly...

A huge helicopter lands on Red Road.

The door opens.

And out comes...

Badami Hyena!

What's wrong now?

Back to making up nonsense.

Ratanlal hadn't taken Red Road that day.

He'd taken a short cut.

The road behind the museum.

What I had been looking for...

I've found it.

Oh!

Why don't you start the story from somewhere else?

Somewhere else?

Very well.

AN OLD ARISTOCRATIC HOUSE IN NORTH CALCUTTA

An old aristocratic house in North Calcutta.

The clock strikes four.

The gentleman rises from the easy chair.

It's time for the auction.

Before that...

He switches on the gramophone.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Here comes Dipendra Narayan Chowdhury.

Can I have your attention, please?

The famous auction is about to begin.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

So, our next... Come.

The British civilised this country.

Which was inhabited...

by barbarians.

Here are some specimen of their shadows left behind.

Meanwhile, at the museum...

a group of foreigners...

ended up in front of a glass case.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

The object you've been eagerly waiting for...

I'll present it now.

This coat belonged to Sir Philip Francis.

August 17, 1781.

This is the very gun!

A witness to history!

The famous duel between Warren Hastings and Sir Philip Francis.

In Kolkata.

In accordance with the rules, they took 14 steps back.

One, two, three. Bang!

Both fired their guns.

Philip Francis falls.

He was shot there.

Notice the hole.

What's the relation?

Between this bullet hole

and this pair of pistols?

Amazing!

Enchanting!

Thank you.

Okay. Now follow me to the next section.

Come.

This museum has a unique assemblage of coins.

Nearly 50,000...

Sound of another bullet fired.

This is not Philip's coat.

It belonged to Sir Warren Hastings.

It's a fact that they fought a duel.

At the Belvedere Estate. The present National Library.

It's true that Philip was shot and he ran away.

It's also true that...

there's a hole in Sir Hastings' coat.

Haven't solved this mystery yet.

History and riddles...

Found this.

The bullet hit a tree.

And in the bastard teak tree behind the museum...

found a piece of the car's headlight.

They were chasing Ratanlal down that road.

Ratanlal came to the museum to escape.

What happened next?

Why are you asking me?

I don't know.

You look very familiar.

I don't think so.

I don't know you.

Really?

You told me.

"Murder in the museum."

"Country in danger."

We are in the museum.

What's the danger?

Uncle, please take our photo.

Don't refuse a kid's request, Dipak.

No time, buddy.

Dipak rushes towards the stairs.

No sign of the woman anywhere.

Swapankumar.

I knew you were going to do something like this.

We'll meet again.

When? Where?

At what time? How?

Nothing was decided.

Are you ready, Comrade Ho?

Go and finish the job.

- Ho! - Yes?

Aren't you in pain?

Hello.

A red van was seen leaving the hospital.

And a red van was spotted on Maa flyover going towards Chinatown.

I am already in Chinatown.

And the red van is in front of me.

Zaijian.

Zaijian in Chinese means goodbye.

You're a genius, Dipak.

What happened back there? Why didn't it hurt?

I'd gone to the hospital in the afternoon.

Got some anaesthesia.

Local.

Let's go.

- You are fine. - Thank you.

You will feel better.

Who's next?

Show me your teeth.

Let me take a look.

Here I am.

You had to disguise yourself as a Chinese doctor?

What else could I do?

Your country refused to give me papers.

China did.

You are my guest. Some tea?

Remember?

How I knocked you senseless with gas in Rangoon?

- Yellow gas. - Dipak Chatterjee.

Here you go.

Baajpakhi.

Have your tea.

Then I found you on the ship.

Oh gosh!

How did you board the ship in the middle of the ocean?

Submarine.

No one will believe all this now.

They'll know you're faking it.

This is better.

Being Dr. Ching.

Why did you join hands with Badami Hyena?

No, no, no...

Haven't joined hands with him.

I'm Baajpakhi, the evil bird.

I don't have hands. I have wings.

You can fly in the sky with those wings.

And look for preys.

I can catch the prey.

But it's not fun anymore, you know.

Since the city's streets turned blue and white

I don't even feel like going out.

Why?

You think there's no danger anymore?

Where? Where is the danger?

It's just inconvenience.

That's why I have come back...

- ...to this city. - I'm not a danger anymore.

I extract teeth to eat.

I don't bite anymore.

Where is Badami Hyena's kid?

Look who has caught on!

And is on the right track.

He's in the next room.

He's drawing.

You can go meet him.

And Badami Hyena?

He will come!

That's why I'm waiting.

I'll take a lot of money from him and give him his kid back.

But no, no, no.

I haven't joined hands with Badami Hyena.

I do business.

I'll take a lot of money from him.

Travel to China.

I'll build a bungalow on the banks of the yellow river.

Beside the bungalow...

I'll set up shop to sell kaffir lime momos.

Hey, hey, hey! You know what?

See. I've got a kaffir lime plant too.

Look at the tiny lemons.

Want to taste the kaffir lime momo?

The best creation of Bengalis in the 21st century.

Kaffir lime momos.

Dipak waits for it.

And at that very moment...

Can you recognise the smoke?

This is what I used to escape in Rangoon.

You couldn't. You couldn't.

Where's the kid?

He's not well.

Give him to me.

No, no, no. He's my retirement plan.

You villain!

I dream of my bungalow beside the yellow river.

Yellow river...

Also known as the river of sorrow.

- River of sadness. - Yes, it is.

Let me drown you in the river of sadness.

How cute! He's taken out his gun.

- Oh no! He dropped it! - Uncle!

- Can't feel your fingers, right? - Uncle?

What's happened to him?

I've added Chinese wild cat fur in your tea.

But the effect won't last long.

Uncle, won't we go to my dad?

We will.

Now that he is drowning in the yellow river, we can go.

What's this?

What are you doing here?

This is my river.

The river of sorrow.

Look.

This is where we meet.

When he came to, Dipak realised...

he was under a vacant bus stop on a deserted street.

FEW HOURS LATER...

Mushroom. Missile. Kid. Life-key.

And a strange woman.

You've left me a lot of clues, Swapankumar.

Now it's my duty to unravel the mystery.

I just wanted to be the silent chronicler of a fairy tale.

I'm Chunilal.

Carried a lot of corpses all day.

There's one more in the hearse.

Not a single tea shop around.

The box.

"A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib."

Cracked it?

No.

I solved it.

I cracked it.

You hid the box in Philip's coat. Right?

"A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib."

The coat belonged to Warren Hastings.

Swapankumar, we've already discussed this.

We have, right.

Actually, I'm becoming old.

Tell me, Dipak.

How was the hole made?

Did an insect eat through it?

A bullet.

Even Warren Hastings was shot?

But I haven't solved it yet.

It's been itchy for a long time.

Be right back.

What was in the box?

What's the point in knowing?

Why did you save me?

I had to give this to you.

This?

This is my teardrop.

Where did you find it?

What the hell!

That's from Lebanon.

My tears turn to glass too.

Does this really happen?

If it can happen in Lebanon, it can happen here too.

Amazing!

And what about...

dying over and over again?

What's the point in knowing?

Cowards die many times.

Why did you save me?

They won't let me go this time.

They'll kill me for real.

Hey! Be careful.

You'll cut your fingers.

You should carry some antiseptic.

Let me see.

Where do you stay?

I used to stay.

Mohana Nurse and Aya Centre.

Oh, you're a nurse!

Then you can dress your own wounds.

Great.

You can't go back there.

Nowhere to go back to.

There's spare room in my house.

Only one problem.

Ladies not allowed.

My landlord is a celibate.

Can't go in with a woman who's alive.

Do something.

Tuck yourself in a white sheet and lie down in the hearse.

He won't meddle with a corpse. Totally safe.

But there's another corpse already.

Let's cremate it.

What say, Dipak?

Are you up for it?

To die once more?

Dipak!

Rigor mortis.

The scientific name for the phenomenon.

Let's go.

The plan is set. Come.

I'm bored of roaming these city streets.

No helicopter or submarine.

Don't have any rocket or spaceship.

You're old, Swapankumar.

You're right.

The ones I used to write for...

Their destiny was stuck in this city.

I wanted to tell those trapped readers

their imagination could turn the city into a fairytale.

But strangely...

My readers changed.

Just like this city.

I see.

Did you say something?

No, just listening.

To what?

A song.

LYRICS, COMPOSITION & VOCALS ANUPAM ROY

Dipendra.

Dipendra!

Bloody celibate.

Hope he wakes up.

What are you doing?

Eating?

I can't stop.

Can I finish?

- Hurry up. - Tell me...

How are we related?

First cousins.

Your mother will arrive tomorrow morning.

Nowhere to keep you. Power cut at the morgue.

I'm scared of the dark.

And you are...

You are my...

Second cousin.

Fine.

Are we going to stay here?

Dipendra!

Dipendra!

Actually... I am...

I mean... In the house...

Female...

A corpse doesn't have any gender.

Just the matter of one night.

Let me take her in. Okay?

Who knows when she might sit up.

What?

The dead don't have any manners.

Rigor mortis.

Bring her in.

Let's go.

How sad.

Left the earth at such a young age.

Such is life.

Please bring her in. Come.

Put it down here.

Tell me honestly.

How do you die again and again?

A dark mystery unveils itself to Dipak in the city at night.

Dying and coming back to life over and over again.

It was a joke.

"Cowards die many times

before their deaths."

Shakespeare.

May I...

get a pot?

Pot?

What kind do you want?

Do you want for business?

Or legally from government?

A pot to keep her fish.

Oh, a vessel.

Yeah.

Will this do?

- I am hungry. - Me too.

Let me see if I can find something.

What about the fish?

A joke too?

What's the point?

Then why did you say it before dying?

"A bullet in the heart of the dead sahib."

"Murder in the museum."

"Country is in danger."

Don't know.

I feel sleepy when the bullet hits me.

I was falling asleep.

I thought if by mistake...

they shoot the real bullet instead of the sleep one.

What if I die for real?

It's all fake.

Who are they?

If I go back now and apologise

they'll probably forgive me.

I need money.

A lot of money.

Dinner is served.

Fresh pasta!

Thank you.

Wow!

Tastes great!

Way to the terrace?

Cheers.

In the quiet night sky, dotted with sleepy stars

Dipak saw a moving light.

Dipak!

Do you see it?

Yes, I do.

Through the binoculars.

I can see it without them.

Counting stars?

What are you doing here?

Why?

It'll be a disaster if anyone sees you.

Ghosts come out at night.

Chunilal?

Fallen asleep.

Lots of stars in the sky tonight.

It's not that commonplace.

You know what my favourite colour is?

The colour of the night sky.

What's your favourite colour?

My...

Swapankumar...

What's my favourite colour?

Swapankumar, where are you?

What happened?

Oh no!

Don't you know your favourite colour?

Or what's your favourite bird?

What's the matter?

Say something.

Cormorant.

Openbill stork.

Greater adjutant.

Crane.

Cuckoo.

Snipe.

"Pashfutki". Oriental magpie-robin.

Coppersmith barbet.

Seagull.

Are you saying something?

I'm listening.

To what?

Birdsong.

Doesn't matter whether I'm asleep.

Dipak knows the names of all the birds.

BIRDS OF BENGAL

Seagull is...

A sea bird.

Why?

Stop.

MAHAMAYA PRESS

Suddenly...

Why did I hear the seagull?

Samarendra!

Did you lose your way?

- Bankim! - Please come.

Have always taken the wrong path.

Please come.

How are you, Bankim?

You're here after ages.

Please sit.

Anyway.

So you recognised me.

Oh, come on.

Why won't I recognise you?

- Care for some fries? - No, thank you.

What brings you here?

When it's night in the story...

And the characters are asleep.

That's when the writer finishes rest of his chores.

A deep conspiracy brews in the dead of the night.

Badami Hyena is coming.

Haru!

Look who's here.

- Haru! - Swapankumar, as we live and breathe!

Asked you not to call me that.

That's his pseudonym.

What do you do now?

A few years ago

had seen your poster in Sealdah.

Sri Bhrigu.

Heard you'd made quite a name for yourself.

Have you become an astrologer?

Just dabbling in it.

Are you writing astrology books? They're in demand.

Here you go.

What's this?

It's the new one.

- "Badami Hyena's Carnage"? - Yes.

Badami Hyena.

Does it have Dipak Chatterjee and Ratanlal?

Yes!

Do people read all this now?

I have piles of writing.

I don't publish any of them.

Only school notes.

I'll spend my own money to publish.

The story has reached a point of great suspense.

Tell us a little bit.

Where is it now?

The sea.

A deep, turbulent sea.

Packed with seagulls.

What's this?

Where are we?

Bay of Bengal.

When there's depression here, it rains in Kolkata.

Who brought us here?

I'm waiting for his call.

No point.

There's no fuel.

But you can go if you're hungry.

Few slices of bread in the cabin.

We're going to die at sea.

I have to stay alive.

I have to save my brother.

Who's your brother?

Amaltash.

He was admitted in Acasia Hospital.

Yes.

He's ten years old.

He draws really well.

He has leukaemia.

He has been...

kidnapped.

Baajpakhi.

What?

Your father?

He's no more.

Mother and Father...

No more.

Don't try to wipe your tears. You'll cut your fingers.

Can you save him?

Can you?

Kept it in my pocket last night.

In case we had to eat it.

This is not your teardrop.

It's a diamond.

I was asked to smuggle diamonds

in the gold fish.

I'd disguise myself as a different woman every night.

They'd shoot me.

And take a photo as proof of death.

Why?

Because a new woman was supposed to smuggle diamonds every night.

Who would be killed.

But to cut costs...

They made me do it.

Day after day.

Over and over again.

They dressed me up as a different woman...

And carried on the smuggling racket.

Who ran it?

Uncle Roger.

The smugglers in this city have no ethics.

A scam even in theft!

Do you know him?

Baajpakhi's arch enemy.

Back from the dead.

Mine too.

What now?

P-A-G-A-R P-A-R

BADAMI HYENA'S CARNAGE

A new moon night.

Lightning strikes intermittently.

The shroud of darkness...

Cookie.

Cookie! Cookie!

Yeah!

Coming!

Badami Hyena.

Hyena's laugh.

Don't you forget your grumpy face in Kalahari.

Guess why I got rid of the Twin Towers.

It was blocking my view of New York.

Now there's clear sky.

Rubbish.

Get to the point.

Where's the kid?

Let him go.

Dipak, you've lost.

Accept it.

You think you're writing the story?

There's a lot more coming in the story.

If I want

I can finish the story right now.

The thing is, Dipak...

Heroes like you forget...

...writers make you win.

You're just...

...toys to make the readers happy.

You don't even exist.

Accept it, Dipak.

Look.

If that manuscript is burned...

...you're finished.

Hyena...

Don't play this game.

Dipak Chatterjee.

You're an illusion.

You're just a piece of fiction.

No, I'm not.

I am not!

Then how can a gun with six bullets...

...fire 32 bullets?

It can... It can!

It can? Fine.

Although your writer has aged, why haven't you?

Why do you smell of old books?

Why do you have to keep learning?

This is the end of "Badami Hyena's Carnage".

Please go back home.

This place is not for water sports.

This place is not for water sports.

This place is not for water sports.

Oh no! What have I done?

How did it catch fire?

How?

Samarendra!

Be right there.

Haru.

Hope you don't mind.

I've become old.

No bladder control.

Please sit.

You don't say.

It caught fire.

I put it out immediately.

There's some damage.

A little damage.

Please write this part again.

It's a page-turner!

I got it.

I know who did it.

Who?

Thanks for bringing it back.

I have to change the ending.

The place I had ended the story...

They were in the middle of the sea

on a trawler.

But I'd imagined...

A helicopter would suddenly appear.

Flying high in the sky.

It would rescue them from the sea.

Please be careful.

I firmly believe Badami Hyena is behind this.

He wouldn't want you to foil his plans by bringing Dipak back.

Goodbye.

He'd thought he has finished my story.

But he couldn't.

It's not that easy.

"Death Knell for Badami Hyena".

It's ringing!

It's ringing!

Tashi wakes up.

Start praying.

Why did you leave the kid behind?

We were bringing the kid.

Wanted to show him some magic tricks.

But he died.

Magic!

We put him in a sack.

Then disposed the corpse.

What would we do with it?

You must live, Amaltash.

I'll not let you die.

Where's the kid?

They've left the kid behind.

He had died.

Poor kid died?

I want the body.

Don't come to me empty handed.

Train's whistle?

Apu, Durga...

Tashi's brother, Amaltash.

Dipak picks up on the clue

and rushes to save Amaltash.

Every time...

You must bloom.

Amaltash is saved.

Are you a good guy or a bad guy?

I'm a detective.

You're safe with me.

- Where are the bad guys? - They've vanished.

Let's see.

I pretended to die.

- Toothpaste? - Yes.

- They're idiots. - Bravo, Amaltash!

You're very clever.

- Who is your favourite detective? - Feluda.

Make me your Topshe. Please!

Does it hurt?

I've put medicine.

It'll stop.

Do you see all the books?

If you start reading...

it won't hurt...

What happened?

I have to dress the wound.

What's this place called?

Museum.

This is a museum?

Museum of books.

The books have turned into fossils.

All fossils?

Hey, Mr. Amaltash!

Come here.

What's all this?

Stories.

Detective stories.

Famous detective. A real detective, Dipak Chatterjee.

"Dragon in International Scam".

"Baajpakhi in Death Circle".

"Kalnagini in Death Trap".

Detective Dipak Chatterjee. Accompanied by me.

Ratanlal.

I want to read them too.

Of course, you'll read! Come.

Start with...

This one.

"Kalnagini's Festival of Death".

How did Detective Dipak Chatterjee

fight with Kalnagini?

With Ratanlal's help.

You must read to find out.

Go ahead and read. Here you go.

My books exist only in the valley of ruins.

They're lost in the forgotten lanes of time.

Kalnagini!

Dipendra opens an old trunk.

Out of it emerge a few forgotten books.

"Baajpakhi's War Cry".

I knew it was you, Dipak Chatterjee.

Baajpakhi.

Who did you kill?

Dragon?

Kalnagini?

Or Kalketu?

What's the matter?

What are you doing here?

A small kid...

has taken ill.

It's making me very sad.

Why did I put that little child in danger?

Oh!

You can't trust me anymore?

Has that ever happened?

Then what am I doing?

Why am I doing it?

What are you doing?

You are saving the city.

There's literature in your story this time.

There are riddles.

There's history.

The best part is...

It's been proven

that you have "mogojastra".

You are no less than any other detective in the city.

I'm trying to change to fit in.

I had once challenged the Bengali culture.

Now I'm at the gates of the rotting dumpyard.

Am I competing with the likes of Feluda and Byomkesh?

You know who I'm up against?

Who am I fighting?

Who are my enemies?

Am I fighting Badami Hyena or...

with the people who don't believe Badami Hyena exists?

Who?

I am Dipak Chatterjee. You're Baajpakhi.

I'll finish you off.

I have two guns in two hands.

And a lit flashlight in another hand.

Who says I'm unwanted?

A magician gets old. Yet his magic remains.

What's wrong?

Tyre puncture, sir.

Damn!

Hey, Ho.

Can't you fix the tyre with magic?

I'll puncture your tyre.

A car has broken down on the road.

Highly suspicious.

Please come and take a look.

Dipak, don't forget.

It's a game of total teamwork.

Dipak gets ready.

He must find Ching.

At any cost.

That's the only way he can find Badami Hyena.

On a dark street...

sleeping on top of the broken-down car...

were the two goons.

Dipak arrives on his motorcycle.

And a black Ambassador reverses gradually into darkness.

Magic!

Rain.

When Dipak Chatterjee hits the streets

it starts raining.

Come out, Badami Hyena. Your time's up.

I'm not Badami Hyena.

No hyenas in China.

China?

But you're from Nepal.

He's from Nepalgunj.

It's near Baruipur.

This is Rumal.

He's Hyena.

No, no, no. I'm not hyena.

I'm Rumal.

There's an "R" on my jersey.

Wait. I'll show you.

"He was Rumal. Now he's a cat."

Not a cat.

A wild cat.

It's all the same.

Goodbye, Dipak Chatterjee.

We'll meet again.

A shadowy figure emerges from the palanquin in the night.

That's none other than...

Tashi.

You want freedom.

I want my brother.

You'll get your brother back when you return the box.

I'll bring it.

Tonight.

Any updates?

Yes, ma'am.

We've let the girl enter the museum.

Dipak Chatterjee?

No info about him.

Okay.

Hi!

The kid slipped out of my hands.

But I want that box.

That's my retirement plan.

No, no, no.

Just scared him.

Since he's an endangered species.

Can't kill him.

You here?

Got word.

It hurts!

You killed Ratanlal, right?

I didn't want to kill him.

Just wanted to scare him.

Are you scared now? Where's Ratanlal?

I don't know. Ching knows.

Ching?

Where's Ching?

In the museum.

Aren't you going to kill him?

I'll just deflate him.

Dipak Chatterjee.

Can I do it?

You can't hide anymore.

Have you used a gun before?

Teach me.

Face me if you have the guts.

Do you have a license?

For two-wheelers.

That'll do.

Have you run away?

Dipak?

Tata, bye bye.

- We'll go right. - Okay.

Go!

See that?

How the stations are going past?

HIND MOTOR

KONNAGAR

RISHRA

I don't like trains like these.

I like trains that stop at every station.

We've reached.

Would have been late if we kept stopping.

Let's go.

Deflated.

Winner at first go.

Thank you.

Ratanlal is watching over your brother.

Amaltash?

You don't have to worry.

He's safe.

You have to go with Ratanlal now.

And you?

I have to take care of something.

Be careful.

Will be back after a short break.

I can do magic tricks too.

It's a mad, mad world.

Seventeen... Twenty-eight...

Twenty-nine...

Dipendra Narayan.

It's you, Ratanlal.

Please come.

I'm sorry.

About the girl.

Oh...

Take a seat.

Sit.

Okay.

Tell me.

That girl...

She is not really a ghost.

I know.

I am a Bengali.

I love getting scared. So I got scared.

That's good.

Who's that?

- Your mother? - No.

My wife.

You are...

Not a lifelong celibate. No.

That's a lie.

I have to say that to tenants.

That's my wife, Soudamini.

She died by suicide.

Hung herself from the ceiling fan.

With her wedding saree.

That's why I didn't put a fan.

Are you feeling hot?

Let me tell you a story, Ratanlal.

I don't have much time.

It happened a few months back.

A huge laboratory.

Congratulations!

Mission is successful, sir.

But why aren't you happy?

Over the last few days...

hacking attempts have been made on our secret data codes

by our enemies.

I don't think our atom bombs are safe.

I want to run an experiment to keep them safe.

Rakshit, find a school.

"Find a school".

We have to run the experiment on 20 kids.

You.

They'll be given a special vaccine.

And they'll be injected...

...with a micro-capsule.

It will contain...

...the codes of my atomic reaction.

Yes, sir.

Everything is going well.

Sir, what's the vaccine for?

There's a new virus in town.

It's dangerous. It's attacking kids.

What happens when we need the codes back?

We'll get them back.

And once we're done...

What happens then?

MODERN HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL

Any update, Rakshit?

The blast was successful, sir.

- Good. - But...

But?

Nineteen kids.

The ones carrying our codes are dead, sir.

I've taken the code out from their bodies.

Just one child escaped.

How?

He was late to school that day.

Broke his leg and got hospitalised.

He was diagnosed with leukaemia.

Our code is still in his body.

But don't worry. We'll finish him.

"We'll finish him".

Don't be stupid, Rakshit.

One wrong step now...

and it can backfire.

And if it comes out...

We're just bottom feeders.

Even the government can fall.

Where's the kid now?

Where's the kid now?

Do you know him?

Don't you want to hear the rest of the story?

Yes.

That day...

I was cleaning the barrel of the pistol.

Give us your son.

We'll give you as much money as you want.

Never.

Never.

You're making a mistake.

He already has leukaemia.

Medicines, doctor's fees...

And your house is mortgaged too.

Leave.

Dad!

Your daughter?

MOHANA NURSE & AYA CENTRE

MOHANA NURSE & AYA CENTRE

"Uncle Roger couldn't serve Hyena.

So, he had to die.

Don't try to bring him back.

With apologies, Badami Hyena.

P.S."

"The day the dark boy turns fair...

that's when you'll find him."

Famous detective, Dipak Chatterjee, realises in a second

the diamond smuggling racket was fake.

MOHANA NURSE & AYA CENTRE

Hello.

Dipak, Tashi is Dipendra's daughter.

What are you talking about?

Tashi and Amaltash are siblings.

Amaltash is Dipendra's son.

Badami Hyena's kid!

Stop, Dipak.

Wait it out.

Don't take up this challenge.

I will.

I'll not listen to you.

Swapankumar is not writing me anymore.

I'm writing my own story.

I exist.

I do exist!

You must obey me.

Dipak takes up the challenge...

Damn it!

Had to happen now.

Out of ink.

Dipak does not take up the challenge.

It runs out of fuel.

Dipak's bike.

Serves him right.

I'm renowned for putting my characters in trouble.

So, you're coming after me now?

Fine.

I'll see this to the end too.

Badami Hyena.

Badami Hyena?

Not me.

Tomorrow morning, Badami Hyena

wants to challenge you to a duel.

Tell me if you agree.

A native has to become a sahib.

That'll make Badami Hyena appear.

Fine.

So be it.

THE DAY THE DARK BOY TURNS FAIR, THAT'S WHEN YOU'LL FIND HIM...

Ballads in a detective story.

Has anyone done it before?

So?

Happy now?

Finest detective novel.

Please omit the part...

where Dipendra is scared of Tashi in the morning.

It's not logically possible if they're father and daughter.

Rubbish!

Have to re-edit. Damn it!

Dipak Chatterjee sometimes rides a bike and sometimes, he walks.

Sometimes he's getting wet in the rain. Sometimes he's not.

Two guns in two hands. And a flashlight in the other hand.

Has anyone ever questioned it?

No one did.

No one bothers.

They're not looking for logic in Swapankumar's story.

- They look for magic, right? - Right.

Too much magic can make it tragic.

You talk too much.

I'll scratch it out. Okay?

There's still time, Dipak.

Go back.

Let me finish the story.

You didn't listen to me.

It's a bit too much, Dipak.

It's a Dipak Chatterjee story. Has to be over the top.

Dipak Chatterjee!

I'm your eternal friend and enemy.

I'm here.

Dipak Chatterjee is your enemy.

You have to kill him.

Sure you can do it?

This is my offering.

These were used

in the historical duel.

What will you gain by killing Dipak Chatterjee?

Too early to count losses and gains.

History had conned me.

You set it right.

Thank you.

My aim was not wrong.

Made a hole again.

Francis was shot that day.

His life-key flew away.

After three minutes, it mistook the Hooghly for Thames.

He gets up.

After getting better, Francis returned to England.

He left behind his torn jacket and ghost stories.

You are not Badami Hyena.

I am merely injured.

Injured...

History repeats itself.

Don't shoot.

That duel was fought over a woman.

German baroness. Marian von Imhoff.

She was actually in love with Francis.

After Francis was shot in the duel

Imhoff shot Sir Hastings.

The bullet tore his jacket but didn't hit his body.

It...

got stuck in his iron belt.

Mine...

hit me.

Ratanlal.

Solved the mystery of the bullet hole in Hastings' coat.

But why did you shoot me?

FEW DAYS AGO...

We'll pay for your brother's treatment.

You must take revenge.

We'll blow this city up with a bomb.

How?

The way doves fly when the Pope appears in Vatican City.

Exactly like that.

The country we're supposed to trust

is using us as lab rats for experiments.

No, Badami Hyena has misled you.

This is a dangerous game.

You won't get it. You're a government man.

You are working for the government.

That's why Badami Hyena is your enemy.

I don't trust you.

Tashi, I don't want you to get involved.

I can't lose anyone else.

There's nothing left to lose, Dad.

Don't you want revenge for what happened to brother?

Sorry.

You'll cut your finger.

I'm just a fictional character.

If the writer writes it, only then will I bleed.

Not every Imhoff...

...falls in love with a Francis.

An Imhoff might...

love a Hastings too.

But she still has to shoot.

Don't come so close.

Haven't brushed my teeth.

Are you mad?

It was a joke.

We'll meet again.

When?

Where?

What time?

We didn't decide.

We've come here after such a long time.

Remember?

Your mom would bring you here on holidays.

I remember.

Dad?

We need to leave.

Getting late.

When will you be back, darling?

Won't take long, right?

No.

Will be back soon.

And bring brother back to health.

Then he won't have to go back to the hospital.

What if I die?

What?

It was a joke.

Middle of the night...

The church clock strikes one.

Tashi...

I'm very scared.

Don't be scared.

Badami Hyena will be here any moment.

There he is.

NOW

FEW DAYS AGO...

Is this Badami Hyena?

He's our man from Calcutta, sir.

Roger.

The boy's father is not agreeing.

Have been able to convince the sister.

- What's the boy's name? - Amaltash.

Amaltash.

You can leave him with us and go.

What?

We have to think of something big for her.

Create a diamond smuggling racket

and trick her into it.

No, we didn't agree on this.

I'll go with him.

He'll go to America for treatment.

Badami Hyena, that's what we agreed on.

- Uncle Roger had assured me. - You're not going anywhere.

There was no need for the experiment.

I was just a little paranoid.

I thought our enemies were going to hack our data.

It was just a malfunction.

That's why I took the codes back.

Only this kid is left.

Once I take the code out of his body...

I'll finish him.

It should be set up in a way that it seems

like an international gang is behind it.

In the end, they'll be responsible for the blast.

What... What are you going to do?

How about giving a name to the gang?

A name?

Cookie.

Cookie's real name is Badami Hyena.

How does Badami Hyena sound?

Cute, isn't it?

There'll be a blast here right now.

You'll die in that blast.

Your brother will die too.

Tomorrow's headline will read...

"The Terror of Badami Hyena."

THE TERROR OF BADAMI HYENA

Such a heinous crime!

Won't there be retribution?

- Let me go. - Please let go of him.

- Please let go of him. - Let me go. Please.

"O, Death, you've made me immortal."

A helicopter appeared in the sky.

I know, Dipak.

You'll be back.

Waiting for you.

Dipak Chatterjee!

Dipak Chatterjee.

You'd asked me to go to respectable detectives.

But they sit in drawing rooms and solve cases.

Not like you.

They can't do field work.

Cheers to famous detective Dipak Chatterjee.

The famous detective, Dipak Chatterjee, jumped out of the sky!

Two guns in two hands.

Hands up.

Hands up.

Volume one. Volume two.

He'd learnt hiding guns in books from the revolutionaries.

I had to come back.

I'll blow your brains out if you move an inch.

I refuse to say this horrible line.

You can write whatever you want.

When will I enter?

Later. Water the plants.

Water the plants now?

Yes. Off to the garden.

Rakshit! Careful!

When Dipak Chatterjee arrives...

It still rains in the city.

Are you thinking?

No, I'm invoking.

Hope you've realised now.

Badami Hyena is the real enemy.

Badami Hyena is...

Bravo!

My petty detective is the best when it comes to fighting the state.

Sorry, Dipak Chatterjee.

Down with those counting the bullets!

- Please let me go. - Let him go.

SUDDENLY THE RAIN STOPS

Put him in the car. He is our code.

Namo Adim Buddha.

Hope is snuffed out. Fog engulfs your imaginary world.

And you.

Become a farmer!

Wait.

Come on. Move it.

You think you can win, you lesser mortal?

I have the remote.

I am the evil scientist!

EVIL SCIENTIST

Please let him go.

Amaltash!

Dipak, save Amaltash.

If I wrote, this wouldn't happen.

It's become like the rest of the country.

Out of control.

Amaltash!

Looks like I'll have to finish the story.

Tashi picks up a gun.

Tashi!

Dipak Chatterjee steps out of the ring of fire.

Two guns in two hands.

And a watering can in another hand.

I was watering the plants.

Let me put out the fire.

The fire is out... The heart is in bloom.

So poetic!

You know what this was called during WWII?

Cauliflower?

- Pineapple. - Right.

Evil scientist.

This is Dipak Chatterjee's revenge.

Tashi!

- Tashi... - Tashi!

Sir, grenade.

Run, Rakshit.

Finally, a real bullet.

I have to leave now.

I leave the rest up to you, famous detective Dipak Chatterjee.

IT STARTS RAINING AGAIN

Please take my brother to my father.

I'll have to go.

You can't go anywhere.

Let me go.

If I stay for 30 more seconds, I won't be able to leave.

Is it right to come this close?

Why?

Haven't you brushed your teeth?

It's okay.

Year 1933...

Longest kiss in Indian cinema between Himangshu Rai and Devika Rani.

Lasted 32 seconds.

Let's break the record.

I'd counted too.

Sitting in the front stall of Monoranjan Cinema.

Tickets were one penny.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten...

Eleven...

Twelve...

Thirteen... Fourteen...

Fifteen... 16, 17, 18...

Nineteen... 20...

Twenty-one, 22...

Twenty-three, 24, 25...

Twenty-six, 27...

Twenty-eight, 29...

Thirty.

Thirty-one, 32, 33!

Thirty-four, 35, 36.

"Baajpakhi's 36th Roar!"

BAAJPAKHI'S 36TH ROAR COMING SOON

Coming soon!

What's in the box with the life-key is yet to be revealed.

Your life-key is in my hand, Tashi.

I'll not let you die.

Hey, there.

Please return my helicopter.

Will never fly it here. I promise.

Thank you.

Wait, Biltu.

I have something for you.

Gift?

SWAPANKUMAR'S BADAMI HYENA'S CARNAGE

"Swapankumar's Badami Hyena's Carnage"?

Dipak Chatterjee's new adventure.

Please write my full name. Amaltash.

Amaltash?

Dear Amaltash...

With love, Swapankumar.

Brother!

Here you go.

Dad's looking for you.

Sister is calling me.

Be right there.

Look what I got.