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Tales of bygone days

How can we forget?

When our eyes met

When our hearts spoke

How can we forget?

Come to me again, my friend

Come to--

Son?

What's wrong?

Come to me, dear.

Come here.

What happened?

I feel really lonely, Mom.

My dear son.

"You are not lonely.

You have the whole universe inside you.

The whole universe. "

Mom!

I had a strange dream again.

Not strange.

Terrifying.

A nightmare.

"Someone you thought was part of your very being... "

15 DAYS AGO

"... suddenly becomes a stranger.

Your friend becomes an enemy.

And your enemy becomes your friend.

The person you loved...

even more than yourself, betrays you.

Why then do you have blind faith in people?

Businessman Abdul Motin's family in Gandaria

is the ideal example of a joint family.

He had built the grandest house of the area with hard-earned money.

A happy family with his wife and three married sons.

Each established in his own businesses.

But one incident changed everything for this happy family.

On 30th January, the eldest son's five-year-old son

Ishrak Motin went missing.

He simply vanished.

They searched the whole house but he was nowhere to be found.

The next day, a letter was slipped under their front door.

A hand-written ransom letter demanding five crores.

Keeping his grandson's safety in mind, Abdul did not inform the police.

He started to arrange for funds.

Everyone in the family contributed.

But the day before they were to pay the kidnappers...

Ishrak's dead body was found in River Buriganga, Keraniganj.

Everyone suspected...

Saleha, the help and Milon, the watchman.

But before they realised, Saleha had fled from their house.

So our prime suspects right now are...

the watchman, Milon.

And the house help, Saleha.

Hmm.

Rumi.

What do you think?

"I have lived on the peak of a mountain called Madness.

Wished to know the cause behind every cause.

I kept knocking on a door.

Only when the door opened did I realise

I'd been knocking from the inside, not outside. "

Rumi, please.

Keep it simple.

Sorry, sir.

Rumi-- Not me.

Maulana Jalal ad-din Rumi.

When I read his poems

I feel like his poetry offers a solution to every problem on earth.

When Arian was briefing us about the case

I picked up on something.

Our suspect is someone

from inside the Motin house, not outside.

We have no reason to suspect a family member.

Rumi probably does not know

that the Motins are a close-knit family.

He probably does not know

that they're all financially strong.

But I anticipated such questions.

So, I got handwriting samples of everyone in the family.

And I'm sorry but no one's samples matched.

Okay.

But Milon's handwriting did not match either.

So why did you arrest him?

The culprit is very cunning.

They know...

there's no CCTV in that house.

A handwritten letter proves...

that the culprit is not well to do.

If it was someone from the family...

they wouldn't send a hand-written letter.

They would send a typed-out letter so that handwriting doesn't match.

Why do you suspect it's an inside job?

Since I haven't interrogated anyone yet...

I can't give you a specific reason.

It's an intuition.

The famous intuition of Khandaker Rumi.

Sorry, sir.

But...

it won't be bull's-eye every time.

-Arian. -Sir.

-Arrest Saleha as soon as possible. -Yes, sir.

-And Rumi. -Yes, sir?

Interrogate the Motins.

Yes, sir.

But please. Don't take them to that tea stall.

Well, there's no point telling you.

Esha will be with you at the interrogation.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

I need to talk to you.

Come to my office.

Sir.

It's been almost a year since my mom's death.

But her case has still not been solved.

There is nothing to solve.

I've told you, your mom's death was an accident.

As proved in the primary investigation.

Upon your request, we invested again.

But the result was the same.

You were still not convinced.

A third investigation of the case is on.

But I can give it to you in writing, Rumi.

Even if we investigate a hundred times over

an accident will remain an accident.

It won't become homicide.

Please move on.

Sorry, sir. I'll take your leave.

Oh, one more thing.

The inquiry commission wants to talk to you about Arian's case.

Then they'll submit their final report.

So, please think twice before you tell them anything.

Yes, sir.

Where were you when Ishrak went missing?

Your interrogation is over.

I've only called you here for some tea.

Are you on good terms with your eldest daughter-in-law?

We have a custom.

After the interrogation, we invite you to tea.

Thank you.

Where were you when Ishrak went missing?

When did you graduate school, brother?

In 2018.

-Do you have change? -Yes.

-I don't have change. -I do.

Have you faced financial issues recently?

Gandaria was originally called Grand Area.

They've butchered the beautiful name.

Uncle, I learnt a lot from our chat.

BAAKER'S TEA STALL

-Do you have change, uncle? -Yes, yes.

-What do you do? -Businessman.

If Mahmudullah Riyad held out for another hour...

then we'd win the match.

This is why I quit watching cricket.

It hurts to watch.

You're not alone, brother.

We all feel the same way.

Do you have change? I'm all out.

Sure.

How much?

Twenty bucks.

Baaker.

Sorry.

Acidity.

Had too much tea.

Sir.

I'm really curious about your tea stall philosophy.

You interrogate them.

They become a little nervous.

I take them to a tea stall and have a little chat.

It puts them at ease.

That's when a criminal is more likely to slip up.

Did anyone slip up?

Would a right-handed person...

keep his wallet in his left back pocket?

Chances are very low.

Right-handed people would keep it in the right back pocket.

And left-handed people, in the left back pocket.

It's a universal truth.

Yes!

But...

Abdul Motin's second son...

has disproved this universal truth.

He took out his wallet from his right back pocket...

...with his right hand.

But smoothly put it back in his left back pocket...

...with his left hand.

That means he's ambidextrous.

Yes.

Ambidextrous.

Someone who can use both hands equally well.

I believe...

the ransom letter was written by the second son with his left hand.

Did your intuition prove right yet again, sir?

This is not about sixth sense or intuition.

It's about faith and chance.

Faith and chance...

are like twin sisters.

One is influenced by the other.

Say, you have immense faith in something.

And because of your faith...

chance will make it happen.

Excuse me. I'm feeling unwell.

-Uh-- -Hmm?

-Sir, I have a request for you. -What?

It's my birthday day after tomorrow.

So, I'm having a party with some friends and colleagues.

Will you please come too?

You're a Cancerian?

My mom was too.

AYESHA

After a CIB probe...

...Abdul Motin's second son surrendered.

He resorted to this terrifying plan to pay off his gambling debts.

-Sir. -Third day after the kidnapping...

when Ishrak cried for his mother his mouth was forced shut.

Which led to the death of the boy.

Lovely!

Here it is.

Tariqul's heavenly noodles!

Have it once and you'll want it again and again.

Sir, you're drinking a bit too much today.

Today, I'm doubly happy.

So, I'm drinking double my usual.

What's the occasion?

Today...

It's my favourite person's birthday.

Oh! It's your mom's birthday?

Totally forgot. Sorry!

Hey, no need to apologise.

Look.

Birthdays are for the living.

Dead people don't care whether you celebrate their birthday or not.

You know something, sir?

My mom told me something before she died.

Never feel bad for losing something.

You'll get it back.

Someday.

In some form.

And it's proved true for me.

When I lost my mom at 10 years old and began wandering the streets...

you gave me a home.

You and your mom...

made me forget the loss of my mom.

Hey!

You chatterbox.

Always talking about your mom.

I never saw my dad.

How can I talk about him?

Sir...

What was your dad like?

Don't think my dad was a good guy.

Because...

it was completely forbidden to talk of him in this house.

My mom and maternal grandpa hated my dad.

I was just two years old

when my parents got divorced.

That's when my mom brought me to this house.

This is where...

my maternal grandparents lived.

Where my mom lived.

Now it's just you and me.

Sir.

-That's one too many. -Last peg.

-Last one... -No, not on your mom's birthday.

Who's calling, damn it!

Sir...

Well done, Rumi.

Another feather in your cap.

Thank you.

But personally...

I think your achievements are useless.

What do you mean?

It's true.

The most important feather...

is the one you haven't yet earned.

I mean your mom's case.

You haven't solved the death case of the one closest to you.

Arian.

Worry about your own case instead of my mom's case.

I heard that by next month...

the inquiry commission will submit its final report.

You know what I think?

I know the boss said...

your mom's death was an accident.

But it wasn't.

It was suicide.

What a shame!

What a terrible sight!

Her head...

Smashed.

Quite natural.

Because...

...she jumped from such a height.

Even the postmortem stated--

-Happy birthday. -Thank you.

So, where's the rest of the party?

Am I too early?

I didn't invite anyone else.

Because...

I want to spend my special day just with you.

You'd turn me down if I told you.

So, I had to lie.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's a very nice restaurant.

Unwrap your gift.

Never seen you in a saree before.

You look beautiful.

Hmm.

A detective's job is to observe.

Have you observed something?

When you're around me...

it makes me really happy.

S**t!

Umm...

I forgot I have something important.

I must go.

Happy birthday.

You have a treat due from me.

Bye.

Remember one thing.

I have right over you.

Because I have no demands from you.

See you.

Bye.

"Want to know how your mom died?

Then on her death anniversary...

meet me at Adush Salam Road, Keraniganj.

Three p. m.

(inaudible)

This is the third time...

I had this nightmare about that dancing girl.

Who is she?

Why does she keep appearing in my dreams?

Sir.

Sir?

Sir.

Sir.

Sir, what's wrong?

Nightmare?

I've brought your tea.

Have it before it gets cold.

Are you okay?

Esha is here.

She's here to see you again.

Will you meet her?

The nightmares might be a result of your trauma, sir.

Your lifestyle has changed a lot since your accident.

And lifestyle changes affect our dreams.

You'd know how frail you've become if you look at yourself in the mirr--

Mirror.

They say...

death is painful.

But in some cases...

life is more painful than death.

I'm lucky you had those dreams.

Otherwise, you'd never meet me.

Well...

From my experience of working with you...

I believe you analyse every case in great detail.

So, I felt I should share it with you.

Okay, Rajo. Send it.

New case?

Yes, sir. Just got the details.

What kind of case?

Murder?

What is it?

Sir, the woman who appears in your dreams...

where does she have a birth mark?

Left cheek. Why?

What kind of birth mark, sir?

Like a black "bindi".

I see.

Her complexion?

Fair.

But what happened?

What kind of dance?

Classical dance.

This is impossible.