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Team.

Yes, sir.

Three of you go upstairs.

Move!

Two of you, that way.

Sir.

We found nothing but weed.

Alert all check posts.

Get Bashir's photo.

Circulate it to all police stations immediately.

Yes, sir.

Bastard!

How did he know?

Sir, we found a laptop.

Password protected.

-Esha. -Yes, sir?

How are you?

I'm well, sir.

Found anything on the laptop?

We're trying to recover the data.

But since it's password protected, it'll take some time.

Oh.

This way.

Anyway.

Good to know my hunch was right to some extent.

But if Arian finds out you're helping out

he'll take me off the case.

Arian.

Apparently, Arian is trying to prove...

that drunk driving led to my accident?

He wants to dismiss your case entirely.

Really?

Yes.

Good.

The Keraniganj address you told me about?

I went there.

But I didn't find anything.

Just a school.

Found nothing suspicious.

Hmm.

I heard the department will host

a farewell for me.

How did you know, sir?

I have my sources.

Will you attend it?

Why not?

It's my farewell. How can I not attend?

Are you seriously planning to attend?

"When I chase my desires

My days become restless.

When I sit still

My desires come to me.

Now I know

What I want, wants me too. "

The criminal is an artist.

And the detective is the critic.

A critic points out the flaws in a seemingly perfect art form.

Similarly, a crime might appear to be flawless.

But we detectives

have to play the critic and point out the flaws in the crime.

Khandaker Rumi has been one of the best critics.

Thank you.

Sir.

Officer Rumi.

Please.

-Thank you, sir. -Welcome.

Sir.

This is a talking watch.

Whenever you want to know the time, just ask.

What's the time?

It's 2:30 p. m.

Tariqul.

Tariqul!

Yes?

Pack the books.

Along with the blazer and CIB jacket.

Okay, sir.

Oh!

I see you got a lot of gifts.

We worked together for so long.

I'll really miss you, Rumi.

Thank you, Arian.

So, I've got you a little gift.

What gift? Give me.

Don't be so restless.

Have patience.

I'll unwrap it and give it to you.

Where is it?

Here you go.

What's this?

A miniature.

A CIB officer action figure.

He's wearing a jacket that says CIB.

Most interestingly...

he's wearing glasses.

Tinted glasses.

For the blind.

And he has a cane in his hand.

A cane instead of a gun.

Walking stick for the blind.

So far...

your gun has served you well.

Now you'll need something against your enemies.

So I gave you a cane in place of your gun.

Cane that blind people use.

Sir, this is very insensitive.

Esha.

Arian.

I really like your gift.

Best gift of the day.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Keys... Keys...

I'm in front of my grandfather's house.

It's strange.

The nameplate says "Snigdha".

Why?

Confused, I step inside.

Find a connectivity portal between--

Why are you so late?

Sorry, sir.

Give me an update on the files on the table.

Okay, sir.

Could we trace Bashir's location?

Not yet, sir.

-Here-- -Could we access the laptop data?

Not yet.

But we will.

-Give me an update fast. -Okay, sir.

(inaudible)

I think the smoke in your dream...

...signifies intoxication.

Someone related to this case was on drugs, sir.

Who?

The victim or the culprit?

Might be the culprit.

Esha.

My dreams are like riddles.

You can't be entirely sure.

But I like your hypothesis.

Do something.

First investigate the victim.

Check whether

Neha was on drugs or not.

One thing doesn't add up.

-The house I saw in my dream. -Hmm?

It was my grandfather's house.

-The house I currently live in. -Hmm.

You must've noticed something.

The nameplate has my grandmother's name on it.

-Yes, sir. -"Ayesha".

But in my dream...

the nameplate said "Snigdha".

And who are the people in the photos on the walls?

Something else was odd too.

In one of the photos...

I clearly saw my mom.

How is that possible?

Won't you go to office?

No, sir. I'm on leave today.

Oh.

Guess what I'm wearing.

How would I know?

I can't see you.

A saree, as you like it.

Saree?

Even if I can't see you, I can tell...

you look beautiful.

Thank you, sir.

Number does not exist, sir.

Disconnect the call.

-Tariqul. -Sir?

What did we learn from this?

We learnt that some of your relatives have passed away.

-Some have changed phone numbers. -Hmm.

And most don't know you.

Good.

Very good.

How will they know about me?

I haven't been in touch with anyone in years.

Of course, they wouldn't know me.

Sir.

You never mingled with your relatives.

Neither did your mom.

Why are you reaching out to them now?

Finding your mom's phone book really took it out of me.

The photos in my dream...

They were family photos.

I saw Mom's face in one of them.

The other photos were distorted.

Why did I see Mom's face?

After my parents got divorced...

Mom cut off ties with all relatives.

So I never felt...

like keeping in touch with them.

But now I feel like reaching out.

I want to know about my dad.

Sir.

Neela aunty's son is calling.

I spoke to him this morning.

Give me the phone.

Hello.

-Hello. -This is Rumi.

My brother had called you this morning.

Yes, someone called Tariqul had called me.

I spoke to my mom about you.

She recognised you.

I heard our moms were very good friends.

Yes, they were colleagues in Kolkata.

My mom was really sad to hear about your accident.

She's visiting my sister in the US now.

She'll be back after a week.

She wants to meet you once she's back.

Please let me know once she's back in town.

Of course. Take care.

Thank you.

Sir.

I didn't know your mom lived in India.

My mom worked in Kolkata for three years.

That's where she met my dad.

They fell in love and got married.

My dad...

was an Indian.

Neha and I used to mainly fight over...

her drug abuse.

Did she ever go to a rehab centre?

I never got the chance to send her to one.

Neha had very cleverly hidden her drug abuse from me.

Three months ago...

...I found out from Arnab.

Who is Arnab?

Neha's friend.

A very nice boy.

He was in love with Neha.

But she...

ruined her life.

Dated a boy called Sajib.

He's the one who got her addicted to drugs.

Sajib, Neha, Arnab...

Were they in the same university?

Yes.

Arnab and Neha were classmates.

Sajib was a year senior to them.

Please...

Find Bashir at any cost.

I have a feeling...

he's involved in Neha's murder.

In some way or the other.

-Are we at the right place? -Yes, sir.

Bashir Akhter's posters all around.

Excuse me. Can we meet Mr. Bashir Akhter?

Sir ain't in. Go away.

When will he come?

Told ya he ain't here.

And why do ya wanna meet him?

Will ya please hear me out?

I'm blind.

Sir saved me life.

I have lost me eyesight.

But I'd lose me life too.

If I ain't got treated at the hospital I'd have died.

Sir paid fer me treatment.

He ain't human.

He an angel.

Oh!

From ya dialect, I can tell yer from me home town, Barishal.

Where in Barishal?

Gournadi district.

We neighbours then! Me from Agailjhara district.

Right next to yer village.

Jus' a river separates 'em.

Yer a brother from me home town!

Never met.

Ya called me yer brother.

It sound good.

Then I got a request. Ya gotta help me.

What can I do for ya? Jus' name it.

I told ya, right?

Sir saved me life.

So after gettin' discharged, I came straight to meet him.

Wanna thank him.

Request ya to take me to him.

Ain't no need to request, brother.

But sir ain't comin' in fer three days now.

Phone's off too.

Jus' leave yer number with me.

As soon as I get in touch with sir

I'll call ya and ya can meet him.

Oh!

One more thing, brother.

Have ya heard that sir's niece died?

I was real sad

when I heard 'bout it.

I agree with ya.

But she ain't died. 'Twas a murder.

I seen her come to meet sir sometimes.

They'd be talkin' in his office.

The last time, she was here with some guy.

I ain't like the looks of it.

Why?

Western culture don't work here.

Clothes ain't cover the shoulder.

Nor the knee.

Too short.

Ain't like it at all.

Ain't like 'em one bit.

Me thinks they was addicts too.

What was your relationship with Neha like?

Huh? Sorry?

What was your relationship with Neha like?

Neha and I were good friends.

Just friends?

Weren't you in love with her?

Given how we met...

it was hard not to fall for her.

We were in our first year of university.

(singing)

-Huh? -Hey!

Who the hell are you?

Bastard!

What were you looking at, huh?

Nothing.

What were you looking at?

Just the dance rehearsal--

Harassing women, huh?

Weren't you?

You bloody lech!

-Hey! -I didn't do anything.

-Which year? -Let's go.

-Which year, damn it? -F-First year.

First year and you're already making trouble?

-Bring him to my room. -N-No!

-You need ragging. -No!

-It'll set you straight. -Hey!

-What's going on? -Please don't...

Let him go!

Why are you accusing him falsely?

Drag him to my room!

No! No!

-I won't go. -Let him go!

Or I'm going to the proctor's office right now.

Fine. I'll let him go.

Let him go.

He's free.

Are you okay?

Hmm?

Sir, how did you pull off the Barishal dialect?

I thought your home town is Rajbari.

Tariqul.

I know a lot of things that you don't.

My act has always made people talk.

The eyes are an important part of an act.

An actor might act very well with his body.

But if his eyes don't play the part...

then there's no point.

But I've lost my eyes.

Now, you are my eyes.

So, you need to learn how to act too.

Got my point?

Hmm?

Yes, sir. Got it.

-Tariqul. -Yes, sir?

Whiskey.

Already?

Just make me a peg.

Here.

Get on with your work.

Okay.