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The nominations for the Best Debut (Female) are...

Angana Roy for "Garia".

Poorna Aich for "Shangsharik Guptodhawner Rawhoshyo".

Roshni Bhattacharyya for "Uttom Modhyom".

Shruti Das for "Golapi Nekrer Bawgole".

We'll call upon an extraordinary artist to give away this award.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Please welcome the very talented, the very charming, the legendary

Ananya Chatterjee!

A big round of applause.

To present the award for the best debut female 2025.

- You're looking beautiful! - Ravishing!

Thank you so much.

- And now the moment... - So...

The award for the best debutante goes to...

And it's a pleasure to announce this name.

Poorna Aich!

Wow!

Congratulations, Poorna.

Congratulations, Poorna!

She wins this award for "Shangsharik Guptodhawner Rawhoshyo"!

Congratulations!

Very well deserved.

Excellent! Great!

Amazing!

Fantastic!

Poorna takes home the award!

- Applause! - Keep it going!

We've seen her journey on social media.

And now she is here. It's amazing!

Very well done. Very well deserved.

And that's the best debut female award, 2025!

- A big round of applause! - Yes, please!

We will give you the microphone.

Let's hear it from her.

Yes.

Thank you so much.

I'd like to thank the Filmlok jury.

They thought I deserve this award.

As an ordinary social media influencer, I'd never imagined

that I'd be holding this award one day.

As a little girl in Kalimpong

I'd cheer for my favourite stars while watching the Filmlok Awards.

You can imagine my condition today.

I can't believe I'm standing here.

I would love to thank Team SGR for always supporting me.

And my firm favourite, my one and only director, Srijit.

Thank you for everything. Thank you.

Round of applause for Srijit Mukherji, ladies and gentlemen.

Poorna, this award is truly yours.

Thanks and congratulations.

- Big round of applause for everybody. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Bye.

- Poorna, wait a second. - Sorry.

- Please stay back. - I forgot.

Please come to the centre.

- Take the centre stage. - Absolutely.

We all know Poorna's reels are fabulous.

She's a great singer. Let's hear a song.

Exactly, and that's why we have got a guitar too.

Can we have the guitar on stage?

A big round of applause.

We're going to witness a completely unplanned performance.

Let's enjoy!

Sorry, here's a disclaimer.

I'm extremely nervous.

This is a very special song for me.

This is for everyone who believes in love.

So here goes...

I find my oasis in your embrace

You are my lotus pond in autumn

Everything I want to forget, Parts of me I hide

The messy love stories I make up

I find my oasis in your embrace

You are my lotus pond in autumn

Everything I want to forget, Parts of me I hide

The messy love stories I make up

A few forgotten melodies come rushing back

Carrying my dreams far away on wings of clouds

A few forgotten melodies come rushing back

Carrying my dreams far away on wings of clouds

Twilight dims as we travel the horizon

Holding hands silently

You light up my lonely sky

You light up my lonely sky

I see deep dark clouds in your eyes

And a constellation of stars

We walked together for a few miles

But I kept losing you

I see deep dark clouds in your eyes

And a constellation of stars

We walked together for a few miles

But I kept losing you

The Orion is tucked away under my pillow

And words escape behind shadows

The Orion is tucked away under my pillow

And words escape behind shadows

Careless nights full of shooting stars

Embracing you silently

I want to light up your lonely sky

I want to light up your lonely sky

This is what I want

A life full of bliss

This is what I crave for

Another dawn has--

Why did you stop? Please continue.

Damn it.

The real artist is here.

Superhit on social media. And now an award-winning actress.

How can a IT daily wager like me practise music in front of you?

You call a seven-figure salary daily wages?

I won this last night.

I know.

Found out with 12 lakh other important people on social media.

What's the total count?

Do you have enough cupboards or should I call a carpenter?

Done with your bad jokes?

Hey, listen.

Can we do a short Bandhavgarh trip before the next shoot starts?

The forest again?

Let's go to Mandarmoni, Bangkok or Darjeeling.

Bored of the animal sounds and insect bites.

Are you serious about us getting married?

Why did you bring up marriage? I mean...

Suddenly, marriage...

Because we have nothing in common.

Who said so?

What do we have in common? Tell me.

You love the forest. I love the sea and mountains.

Jo, this is a relationship. Not a travel agency form.

You like rock and pop music. I like classical.

We're not compatible.

From travel agency to music competition.

Don't know about that.

But you're going to become Bengal's idol.

Superhit on social media.

You landed a role in a film because of that.

- That's a hit too. - Crossing your limits--

Don't know how my family is going to handle a celebrity like you.

Wait a second. What do you mean?

- I'm not a problem. - Of course, there's a problem.

- You know the lifestyle-- - Wait. Tell me honestly.

Do you like someone else?

Like a colleague?

We're friends first. You should share with me.

Not at all.

In your industry, one must sleep around to get or give work.

Why are you generalising?

- According to you-- - To hell with your industry.

My industry?

As if your industry has very high morals.

No one sleeps around.

At least, everyone is not sleeping with everyone's ex.

You know what? Can't have this conversation right now.

I'm tired of having the same argument over and over again.

Enough!

I have a meeting to attend and I have to go.

We're in the middle of an important conversation.

Who are you meeting?

Oh! Wait a minute.

- That director who's crazy about you? - Oh my goodness!

- I can't start this again. - Or is it someone new?

- Listen. - Actor or producer?

It's a script reading session.

Let me come back. We'll have a conversation. Okay?

We need to talk.

- I've been telling you. - We'll talk.

- When did I say we won't talk? - I don't like all this.

You have to choose between me...

- or your profession. - Why do I have to choose?

And you have to choose fast. Yeah?

I promise.

Let me come back and we'll have a conversation.

A detailed conversation.

I swear.

Is it okay? Can I go?

Okay.

Take care. I'll see you soon.

Sir.

I had told Commissioner Poddar it's not right.

It's okay if shots are fired.

Cars are chased and he is caught.

It's okay if he is beaten up.

But to infiltrate the gang and become a police informer...

It's very hurtful, sir.

Breaks a man's trust.

After this, forget about being part of a gang...

he won't even be able to trust his lover.

He'll doubt everyone.

Won't be able to trust anyone...

What did Commissioner Poddar say?

He said...

The informer is supposed to break the trust of the gang.

Not fire a machine gun like Rambo.

He was saying other things too.

Food chain...

Everyone's place in the world...

- Frog, snake, rat, eagle... - See, brother...

My tummy was slashed...

Not my mouth.

Yes, sir.

I can't tell you directly...

that you have to die.

- Sir... - Hear me out.

And we've worked together for so long.

We have a relationship.

I have some feelings for you.

Please don't take it personally.

Don't mind.

Sir... Sir...

You have to die.

Wait a minute.

I'm telling you. It won't be too bad.

- Hey, listen. - Yes, boss.

Take him to the corner and shoot him once.

- With respect. - Okay.

- Go on, brother. - Sir.

It's okay.

Sir, please...

Get up.

- Come on. - Please let me go...

- Come on, move it. - Sir!

Sir, sir, sir...

Sir, please...

- So, Pocha? - Yes, boss.

What's the latest family film?

There's one called "Projapoti".

Watched already.

What about "Tonic"?

Oh mother!

Watched that too.

There's "Ardhangini".

No new releases?

"Eta Amader Goppo".

"Eta Amader Goppo".

Wow!

- Directed by Shiboprosad and Nandita? - No, boss.

They've shifted to the action-thriller genre.

Goddamn thrillers!

That Srijit Mukherji has started this trend.

I commit crimes all day.

Have to deal with guns and blood all day.

Cops chase me down.

Same old story when I go to watch a movie at night.

Aren't we human beings just because we're gangsters?

Can't we have feelings? Can't we have a family?

Don't we have parents and in-laws?

Only thrillers!

- Pocha. - Yes, boss.

Get me some yogurt.

They've forgotten to pack it from home.

I'll get it for you.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry, I'm late.

Had dinner?

You haven't, I guess.

Okay.

Let's order something online. Okay?

Pizza?

Your favourite.

Barbecue pizza, extra cheese, thin crust.

Okay?

I'm ordering.

Where were you?

Told you I was going for a meeting.

What were you doing?

What is this question?

What do people do in a meeting?

I called you six times.

Why didn't you answer?

I was at a script reading. So my phone was on silent.

- It's quite normal. - Pee, pee, pee.

Didn't you get up to pee?

Don't they give breaks?

You could have called me then.

Or texted me.

Why didn't you call me?

Are you insinuating

that something is going on between me and some random guy I met for work?

Yes.

But I am not sure of the guy being a singular number.

Jo, just watch out.

You're crossing your limit.

I can say nasty things too.

You're threatening me because I'm telling the truth.

What is the truth?

Have you started imagining things now?

My instincts have never let me down.

- You and your instincts. - You know that.

Please, I'm not interested. Keep it to yourself.

I need to discuss something with you.

Wait a minute.

Are you breaking up with me?

Where did breakup come from?

Okay. Okay, yes.

I get it. What did you want to discuss?

Want to tell you about today's meeting.

The script I heard...

- Are you ready to listen? - Yes, go on.

- Where are you going? - I am all ears.

The script I heard is brilliant.

It's a mixture of both the worlds.

There's commercial potential as well as...

a National Award winning aspect.

It might go for film festivals as well.

- So it's like a dream-- - Got it.

Best of both worlds!

But what's your point?

Who do you have to sleep with to get the role?

The director?

- Or the producer? - Oh my goodness!

Who?

There's a world beyond this sleeping around--

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- Then why are you standing here? - Nothing. Continue.

- How can we talk like this? - You have my ear.

Finish what you were saying.

Keep talking. I can hear you.

So...

The script is about a prostitute's love story.

Whore.

- Mind your language. - That's what they are called.

Yeah. Then, what?

It demands...

I mean there are quite a few intimate scenes...

I knew it.

So, you don't have to sleep with the director or producer.

You have to sleep with the actor, right?

Do you understand anything beyond sex?

It's my work.

- I won't be alone with the actor. - I'll tell you what happens.

- Technicians, intimacy coordinators... - I'll explain.

- It's mechanical. - Let me explain.

- It's mechanical. - Yeah, right.

When the actor's lips will touch your lips...

- When he will touch you... - What--

- He'll touch you all over... - Don't touch me!

- Don't touch me! - He'll kiss you...

- What'll be your expression? - Don't cross your limits!

- I'm just trying to understand. - Please stop.

- I'm begging you. - Will it be mechanical?

- Will you touch yourself... - You're pushing my limit.

-... thinking of him? - Don't do this.

- Oh, wait. You're a method actor. - I said stop it.

You'll have to go to the red light district.

I'm trying to tell you

it's my job!

Work! Do you get it?

You're a psycho, you know. You are a psycho!

I've worked long and hard to get the role!

Get off of me! Move!

I can't take this.

You're the biggest mistake of my life.

This is over. I've had enough!

@reelqueen_poorna.

I'll give you the most watched reel of your life.

Dad.

I'll give you seven lakhs. Withdraw the case.

My husband is not for sale.

Why did you slap your son?

- What were you talking about? - You slapped him in public?

Looks like you're the one who tortured him.

Enough!

A mother hits her son only when she's deeply hurt.

Do you realise that?

Do you understand that?

Let's go.

Depression?

Are you sad?

Yes, boss.

Why? Did someone break your heart?

No, actually...

I see the faces of the people I've killed in my dreams.

They irritate me.

Do you get it?

I'm going crazy. Don't know what to do.

That's a big problem.

You are a contract killer.

Right?

Yes.

Then you have to kill people.

That's your job.

Your job is to kill people.

You can't stop doing your job because you're sad.

I took up contracts to kill people.

They didn't do anything wrong.

Had no enmity towards me. Why did I kill them for no reason?

To earn a living.

To earn your daily bread.

You need money.

Look at me.

Do you think I like all this?

Killing people... I get the ick when I see blood.

Smell of gunpowder gives me breathing trouble.

I still kill.

I do it for money. For my family.

But yes...

When I feel depressed, I go for a quick trip.

I go for a holiday.

I went to Gangtok.

Came back happy.

Take some time off.

Go for a vacation.

Take a break.

How about Kilimanjaro?

Kilimanjaro.

I find my oasis in your embrace

You are my lotus pond...

You have no one...

Know the difference between a home cooked meal and biryani.

The first one is a necessity and the second one is luxury.

I'll hit you here and your body will land on the pyre.

No phones at the table.

Please turn it off.

Fried bread again?

Are you watching this rubbish again?

Mom, what you call rubbish...

has given Poorna lakhs of followers.

And this is the reason she got a break in films.

Rubbish is rubbish.

Doesn't transform into some high art form.

- Don't you want breakfast? - Yes, coming.

Come.

One daughter has dishonoured the family...

Dancing in front of the phone, ran away from home.

Mom, have you ever wondered what exactly is your problem?

Breaking news!

You, your sister, your father.

...Poorna Aich.

A new face who had created ripples in the industry.

And now her viral...

Tell me, Srishti. I have 74 missed calls.

What?

Baby.

I'm feeling shy.

- Are you sure about this? - Don't be shy.

This is for our personal use.

No, I know.

But I still feel...

I'll watch it when you're not with me.

It's for you also.

Are you sure?

Come to me.

Place the phone properly.

- Is this fine? - Yes, alright.

Happy?

What's going to happen now?

How could he do this?

Wait a second.

I've spoken to the cyber crime dept.

He might not have done it. Could be hacking.

It's happening in a lot of cases.

They're taking action.

They're trying to trace the source.

A lot of websites...

have already taken it down.

But...

But what?

Poorna.

It has become wildly viral.

It's up on some porn sites as well.

What?

Wait.

Don't panic.

Please stay calm.

And listen to me carefully.

Don't react in a knee-jerk fashion. Okay?

Is this Ontorip Karmakar?

Poorna. I'm Poorna Aich.

You'll find the photo on the internet.

Not just the name. It's the same person.

Yes, you heard me right.

I want to order a hit on myself.

Good morning.

You are?

We just spoke on the phone. You're Poorna, right?

You've ordered a hit on yourself.

Ontorip...

- Karmakar? - Yes, and no...

Will be easier to explain once I come in.

- Thank you. - What's this?

Wow! Beautiful. Nicely done.

The history behind my name is a little complex.

It's complicated.

It starts with "onto" meaning end and ends with RIP.

So contract killing is the ideal job for me.

But my real name is Mrityunjoy.

Mrityunjoy Kar.

I'm a 360 degree full service ethical contract killer.

My unique contract ensures my clients enjoy their death.

Hence, Mrityu-"enjoy" Kar.

What the hell!

Neither hell nor heaven. It's all heart.

Pure heart.

You need it to die and to kill.

But you need it more if you want the client to die happy.

And it takes a lot of heart to order a hit on yourself.

Which most of my clients do.

Full disclosure. I used to go by a different name.

Another name?

Are you a man or a telephone directory?

Oh, nice! There's a reason behind the names.

It's not smuggling or bank fraud.

It's life.

Can you please cough up the truth?

Yes.

My name used to be Ananda Kar.

I used run an organisation called Hemlock Society.

Under the garb of teaching people how to die by suicide

I'd inspire them to live.

Through a three-day crash course, I'd make them anti-death and pro-life.

I'd make them emotional about love, relationship and friendship.

And bring them back to normal life.

And now you've turned into a contract killer?

Correct.

But why?

You know the reason is...

I followed up with the Hemlock Society graduates.

No one is really happy.

They've become busy with family, kids, loans etc.

Their lives are worse than death.

What was the point of saving them?

One of them was an artist.

He has become more depressed after going back to his mundane life.

Would have been better off dead.

But more importantly...

The dead children found in the devastated ruins of Gaza...

or the dishonoured woman on Ujjain's street will make you think.

Is this world still worth living for?

Good decision.

It's a very good decision.

Now tell me.

How and when do you want it?

Any unfinished business? Menu for the funeral?

Any further specifications?

I don't believe you.

You're kidding me.

- What? - You can't be serious.

There's an easy way to make you believe.

I've been working on an assignment.

The delivery is due today.

The client's name is Mukti Dey.

You can come with me if you want.

See for yourself.

So?

Coming along?

Since you're planning to die, I'm sure you're not too busy.

What say?

Shall we?

What's wrong?

What are you thinking about?

Do you still want to live?

After everything you've been through?

Playing the sarod, huh?

Are you happy with the mess you've made?

- Now you're playing the sarod? - What did I do?

I'll shove it up your a--

What happened? What did I do?

You don't know what you've done, bloody bastard?

Tell me, slut.

How may I help you today?

You...

You don't know me.

I'll get you arrested. I'll make sure you rot in jail.

But why?

- What is going on? - I'll tell you.

People are watching our intimate video as porn...

And you're acting as if you don't know.

- All men are the same. - I know! I saw it.

You should've been more careful with that clip.

Because I'm in the video too.

So stop abusing me and go home.

You're lucky I'm not suing you.

Got that?

I'll tell you what happened.

You've been living your life on social media for the likes.

You've become mentally ill.

You change your clothes online, you cook and play the guitar online...

Now you've slept with your boyfriend online too.

Am I right?

You get that? Now you can f--k off!

I'll make sure your life is doomed.

You wait and watch.

When I first saw you

You stood out in the crowd

I kept you safe like a secret in my body and soul

You fooled me with illusions of love

The mask has finally slipped off

You have tossed me out and moved on

You have moved on...

Like the first days of summer

Like the drug that numbs the pain

You are not the same anymore

Like the first caress

Like the scars of passion

You are not the same anymore

You have asthma. Why are you doing this?

Will day drinking change anything?

- What is the work situation? - Let's discuss that later.

Tell me what's going on.

Everything is cancelled for the next three months.

But why? Why is it cancelled?

Look...

Family crowd... You understand, right?

How am I to be blamed?

I'm a victim of the situation.

- I know... - You know everything.

Nothing is in my control.

Shoots, ads, collabs... All cancelled?

Everything's cancelled?

I'm sorry.

F--k my life!

I can't take this anymore.

What do I do?

Can you buy me a ticket?

Where do you want to go?

Childhood.

Living with you in this dead city

I had built an attic

Your ice-cold words cut like a knife

Brought out the real you

You play the violin as I burn

You fade slowly away from my memory

- You here? - What happened?

- Come here. - Why are so many people here?

- What's wrong? - I'll tell you.

What--

Dad had a cerebral attack after he saw your video.

He can't speak properly.

One side of his face is partially paralysed.

I have to take care of him. You stay here.

Just sit here.

Mom! Why is she--

Mom!

What are you doing?

Witch!

- Don't say all this. Go inside. - Bloody disgrace!

Why have you come back?

Please go inside.

Why have you come back?

Why?

You ran away from home

to stand naked in front of the camera--

There are people here. Stop talking.

I'll say whatever I want.

Please leave.

You had to sell that video too?

- Please don't say all this. - How much did you get?

Tell me.

- How much money did you get? - What are you staring at?

You could have just whored yourself. Would have made more money.

Mom, that's enough. Let's go inside.

- I made a mistake. - Come inside.

I should have destroyed you in the womb.

- I should've gotten rid of you. - Stop it, Mom.

- I don't want to see you ever again. - Keep quiet!

Not another word from you.

Poorna, sis...

Don't cry.

Don't mind what Mom said.

Mom has lost it.

Because Dad is so unwell.

Please don't worry.

Don't stay here. Let me...

Let me book you a hotel room.

Poorna, listen to me.

I'll book you a room for tonight. Come back tomorrow.

Listen, sis. Please listen to me.

Like the first days of summer

Like the drug that numbs the pain

You are not the same anymore

Like the first caress

Like the scars of passion

You are not the same anymore

Like the first days of summer

Like the drug that numbs the pain

You are not the same anymore

Like the first caress

Like the scars of passion

You are not the same anymore

Did you see the clip?

- That video? - That video.

The infamous one!

What do you think?

How important is mental health?

We can't even share a fraction of her pain.

It's like an earthquake, in one's personal life.

It's a devastation.

How do you see the viral video incident?

I haven't seen it yet.

Pre-marital sex.

How did it happen?

We have to be far more mature...

And far more supportive as a society.

I actually feel bad for her.

We're used for the number of followers we have.

Then this happened right after she joined a new industry.

The video surfaced the moment she won an award.

Powerful people are behind this.

The people trolling her...

...from the safety of their screens

like a pack of hyenas...

are describing the video in detail.

Which means they've watched it.

And they've enjoyed it.

Then they're slut-shaming her on social media.

I don't want to comment but can't help it.

What to do? What is this video?

This is not Indian culture.

Lots of people don't feel the need to record themselves while having sex.

But if someone has recorded it and shared it with their partner...

...then there might be an angle of betrayal.

I'd like to say look before you leap.

Your name reveals your culture.

Bong Guy.

You should bow to him.

People like her give the industry a bad name.

It's not unconstitutional.

It's illegal.

- Come to the main point. - What's the main point?

- There's been a crime. - What's the crime?

She's at fault.

Who are you to say that?

Take care of your constitution and parliament.

You all have multiple marriages.

You incite violence. We make love.

Obviously, a case of outraging a woman's modesty.

She must register a complaint in the cyber crime dept.

She can directly say who was with her.

Possibly, he's the one who has leaked the video.

I hope everything goes alright.

Hello.

This is Poorna.

Poorna Aich.

Influencer.

Actor.

During the promotion of my film, I'd come for the inauguration...

Yes, we had met.

Chatted a bit too.

You finally remembered me. So, tell me.

The thing is...

I really need your help. I mean...

It's...

It's a little strange.

Illegal too...

Don't worry about it. It'll stay between us.

You can tell me.

You know all kinds of people.

Can you find me a good--

Doctor?

No, no.

Lawyer?

No.

Not a lawyer.

I...

I need a good gangster.

What?

I mean...

An underworld don.

Can you introduce me?

Hello? What did you say?

Hello. Can you hear me?

Don... I mean...

Like "The Godfather".

Like "Sarkar".

I am...

I am sending you a number.

I'll let him know you'll connect with him. Okay?

Yes, but... What's his name?

He's Crooked Hand Dilip's brother, Slashed Tummy Shaw.

He has 100 murder cases on him.

His tummy has been slashed a few times.

Welcome! Welcome!

Watch your step.

Bring a chair.

Please come.

Take a seat.

Clean the chair.

Please sit.

How are you?

Fine.

And you?

Same as usual.

Ups and downs. It's all there.

By the way...

I have watched your film, "Shangsharik Guptodhawner Rawhoshyo".

Very good.

Amazing!

You could have done away with the thrill.

Then it would have been a 100% family film.

You know...

A film is for community viewing.

It's a lot like collective farming.

Thank you.

You really love films.

Bengali movies.

Especially...

family films.

I still live in a joint family.

All 12 members have our meals together.

And my mom still decides who'll eat what.

What happened? Are you okay?

Do you want to say something?

I'm fine...

As fine as I can be under the circumstances.

You know...

You know everything--

- Pocha, leave us alone. - Sure, boss.

- Hey, let's go. - Come on.

- Come on. - Yeah.

Listen.

Always keep it in mind.

This world...

is full of a--holes.

People are waiting to stab you in the back.

So you have to be careful.

Remember this.

Okay?

Right.

Now, how can I help you?

You know a lot of people.

Can you find me a contract killer?

Of course, I will.

He'll give you a discount.

Just take care of his food and conveyance.

I'll take care of that.

Who is the target?

There's someone.

Don't have to tell me.

The one who made this mess, right?

Don't spare that scumbag.

I'll try to get it done for free.

Take the number down.

Is this Ontorip Karmakar?

What say?

Shall we?

Don't you want to see a demo?

Won't you sign the contract?

I forgot to give you my card.

Here you go.

KILLBILL SOCIETY

Killbill Society? Mrityunjoy Kar.

We kill according to orders.

Then raise the invoice.

Our motto is...

"We kill and you get the bill".

The GST number is mentioned on the card.

Excuse me. What?

It falls under professional consultancy and delivery service.

You're kidding me, right?

- Joking around? - What the heck!

You can order a hit on yourself.

But it's a joke if I actually deliver it professionally?

That's because I have a phobia.

I'm scared of suicide.

I got that. You're scared of dying

like the graduates of Hemlock Society after the crash course.

Trust me.

The Killbill Society was born to reverse this feeling.

Contract killers like me are here to support people like you.

But aren't contract killers freelancers?

Yes, but...

to stop rich, capitalist clients from duping the contract killer comrades.

To ensure they have access to mediclaim for their mental well-being

a federation like Killbill Society was formed.

What the f--k! What does class have to do with this?

Can I tell you something?

Go ahead.

When you shed your influencer-actor persona

and the stubborn girl from North Bengal comes out and swears...

It sounds really sweet.

What the f--k! The male gaze.

- You guys are just-- - Woah!

"Feminazi"!

A dry sense of humour just like me.

A comeback for everything I say.

Ordered a hit on yourself.

Miss Poorna...

I think I'm going to fall in love.

What do you mean?

- Is this love or going to the loo? - Oh s--t!

I swear if you weren't my client

I'd have listened to the butterflies in my stomach.

Have you seen yourself?

You look like ET on vacation.

Why can't men flirt with some parity?

Don't judge the lover but feel the love.

Maybe you're social media royalty and I'm just an offline peasant.

But this is unfair.

You are a compulsive flirt, aren't you?

You can't help it.

I can answer in simple words.

But our film is a romantic satire.

And it requires a song. So, here we go.

Are you going to sing now?

What's stopping you from falling in love?

The future will be heartbreaking says the writing on the wall

What's stopping you from falling in love?

The future will be heartbreaking says the writing on the wall

Like the dazed and confused spring breeze

I don't flirt in vain

Like the dazed and confused spring breeze

I don't flirt in vain

What's stopping you from falling in love?

The future will be heartbreaking says the writing on the wall

I see you checking me out

I see you smiling

I see you checking me out

I see you smiling

If you want you can fall in love with me

When the love is over I'll still be around

If you want you can fall in love with me

When the love is over I'll still be around

Like the dazed and confused spring breeze

I don't flirt in vain

What's stopping you from falling in love?

The future will be heartbreaking says the writing on the wall

If we ever have a fight

Let the entire world know

If we ever have a fight

Let the entire world know

Don't let your heart's desires waste away

Sharing the password to your heart is a luxury

Don't let your heart's desires waste away

Sharing the password to your heart is a luxury

Like the dazed and confused spring breeze

I don't flirt in vain

What's stopping you from falling in love?

The future will be heartbreaking says the writing on the wall

Let it be.

I know flirts like you.

You'll be in love for a whole of four hours. Right?

Now you're crossing a line.

What will you do?

Kill me? Please do.

I can pay you in advance.

Thanks for reminding me.

You have to pay 100% in advance.

Can't expect to get paid after the job is done in this case.

Can't get in touch with your ghost for the dues.

It's all there in the contract.

Please go through the agreement.

Read it thoroughly.

So, you have contracts for contract killing?

Of course.

So many deliverables. So many deadlines.

It's a must.

You're not going.

Poorna is in a lot of pain.

She is totally alone.

I couldn't even talk to her properly because Dad was sick.

So I'll have to go and ensure she's okay.

You're not going and that's final.

You can go after I die.

Meet your sister then.

Stop the drama, Mom.

I can't wait that long.

What did you just say?

- What? - Nothing that can't be said.

Am I praying for your death? No.

All I'm saying is you're getting old.

You won't be around forever.

Poorna and I will have to look out for each other.

She has disgraced our family.

Your dad fell ill because of her.

And you're taking her side?

Yes, I am.

When Uncle Anil molested us as kids

you didn't say a word.

Which means you took his side.

Shut up.

Or I'll slap you.

I didn't know anything about it.

Oh really?

You knew everything and kept quiet.

You know that better than anyone.

She can...

hook up with old scums.

- But I can't say-- - No, no, no.

Don't even go there.

Poorna fell in love with Indra sir.

And he fell for her too.

She told you about it.

But you brainwashed her and ruined their relationship.

Damn right I did.

An older man.

A divorcee.

Fooling around--

How was it fooling around?

Please explain.

Did they do anything wrong?

They just fell in love. And told you.

What's the problem?

Besides...

everyone has a past.

Indra had changed for the better.

Poorna had changed him.

You misunderstood him...

Why do you always support Indra?

I shouldn't have sent both of you to his class.

And I shouldn't have informed you.

Should have just left last night.

- My mistake. - Don't go.

- Don't go. - Damn it!

I said don't go!

Sunayna!

We are here.

You've read the contract.

Watch the live demo.

You can decide after that.

Here.

- What's this? - Headphones.

You'll be able to hear everything.

You can watch via the hidden cameras.

I'll leave you at the watchtower and go for the hunt now.

I'm out of the lift.

Now stay tuned.

See how we operate and check out the services we provide.

My client's name is...

Mukti Dey.

What took you so long?

Quite the welcome!

I knew it. All men are the same.

Always on a fishing expedition.

Any catch will do.

- What happened? - Nothing.

- Hope you didn't cook. - No.

You said you were getting Chinese food.

I did. Thank you.

Kolkata's best Chinese food. Plates?

I'll get them.

As if they've been married for ages.

Can you pass me the chowmein?

Yes.

Thank you.

Why don't you leave this profession?

- Something normal-- - Or something righteous?

Yes but what's the point?

You won't be...

What do you mean?

Pass me the duck please.

Of course.

No one can resist a quack like you.

What happened?

Thank you. It's good.

I have been thinking.

I want to cancel this deal.

I don't want a refund.

I want to live a little longer.

Why? What happened?

Nothing.

After I met you...

Spoke to you...

I feel like living again.

But you can't do this, Miss Mukti.

I'm not Ananda Kar anymore.

I'm Mrityunjoy Kar.

Instead of Hemlock Society, I run the Killbill Society.

I'm not Batman anymore.

I've become Joker long back.

And that's why...

It's time...

to raise the invoice.

You had your favourite Chinese food.

What the...

Felt the joy of falling in love.

According to your wish...

...all your material possessions

...and books have been distributed.

All your ex-lovers have been sent a note with apology or abuse.

Now, it's time to say goodbye.

What's this?

KILLBILL SOCIETY

So?

Are you convinced?

Y-You...

You really killed her?

I had to honour the contract. I was already paid.

Had to do it.

You had to but...

Police?

Taken care of.

She'd been depressed. The late Ms. Mukti.

I wiped off the fingerprints and planted the gun in her hand.

The case is set.

It'll be ruled as a suicide.

Anyway, tell me.

Did you read the contract? Do we have a deal?

A living, breathing person died...

You killed her...

- You... - What happened?

Seems like your "Aich-cold" demeanour is about to crack.

The payment.

- Done? - Yes.

Here it is. Received the money.

Let's discuss the posthumous things to do.

What do you mean?

Cremation, last rites, funeral etc.

By the way, are you Hindu?

Aich is obviously a Hindu surname.

Don't you know this much?

What the hell!

Just like there's a St. James Church between Nonapukur and Mullick Bazar

there might be a Mary or Isabelle between Poorna and Aich.

Anyway, I got it.

I'll arrange for a priest to oversee the rituals.

Everything is included in the package.

What are your thoughts on the menu for your funeral?

What... What the hell are you saying?

I...

Can't think about all this now.

I just want to be done.

I want it all to end.

The moment of death...

I hired you because I'm scared to kill myself.

Why are we discussing my funeral?

It happens. I understand.

There are some clients like you...

...who don't like to plan in detail.

But most clients have a detailed plan.

Since it's ruled as an accidental death...

the family is very upset. There's a lot of trouble.

The police autopsies the body.

There's good chance the soul would be extremely irritated.

So it's better to plan the logistics.

There might be family disputes.

The family fights over the property.

So if you have a will--

Do you have a will?

You don't.

So everything will go to your family after your death.

You're okay with that?

Yes.

Who's in your family?

Elder sister, mom and dad.

Dad's medical--

That'll be taken care of.

We have corporate tie-ups with four big hospitals.

I'm telling you, enjoy your death.

Now it's time to decide the menu.

I-I don't know.

You decide whatever.

I have to do this too? Okay.

What do you like to eat?

Fish, chicken and egg or vegetarian?

Please.

I want to die but that doesn't mean I would prefer veg food.

Hilsa, duck eggs and pork.

Wow!

Nice.

Fine.

I'll set a menu for Rs. 1500 per plate.

It's already covered in the contract. So don't worry.

How about paneer fritters as starters?

Would have been better to kill myself.

Prawn fritters.

Prawn fritters!

You're a lot like me.

Not at all.

I have very strong character.

How could you say this?

I might be profligate.

But I'm not vile.

- Please let's get back to work. - Sure.

Menu done. Will done.

Now it's time for the final journey.

Miss Poorna.

You're scared to take your own life.

You're scared of the moment of death.

And the hours leading up to it, right?

Right.

That's why you've hired me to kill you.

And the best part is...

you won't see it coming until the last moment.

Death will come to you like an accident.

Sudden and unexpected. Right?

- Right. - Fantastic!

Do you have any other reservations?

Anything you want to avoid?

Yes.

Make sure it happens all of a sudden.

And I don't suffer too much.

Okay.

I have vertigo.

And...

I'm very scared of cockroaches.

Especially the ones that fly.

Glad you told me. Good to know.

Once, I locked a client in the bathroom with flying cockroaches

and he died of a heart attack.

So good point.

Anyway.

For the next few days

I'll be your constant shadow and live with you.

When do you wake up? When do you sleep?

What do you eat? What do you wear?

When do you go shopping? To gym or to work?

I need to know everything.

So that I can figure out a way to kill you.

"Live with me"?

You reacted just like the neighbourhood aunties.

If you go to Italy with a friend...

they won't ask you about the gondola ride in Venice.

Or about the Colosseum or Da Vinci's painting.

Instead they'll ask you if you slept in the same room.

Just too much!

I didn't mean it like that.

- But-- - Do you have a guest room?

You do, don't you?

Or a sofa in the living room? Yes, here it is.

This sofa will do.

If anyone asks, I'm your new manager.

What about Srishti?

What about Srishti?

Srishti is my manager.

- What about her? - Oh! I see.

Then I'm your new PR manager.

After all, you're a celebrity.

You need good PR.

Please get all this out of the way.

And get to the real work. Please.

Don't worry, Miss Poorna.

In a week, you'll be just a photo on the wall.

You have my word.

I want to know...

Why are you always so grumpy?

Doesn't anything make you happy?

Have you ever felt people are undressing you with their eyes?

Sorry.

Touché.

Hey, wait.

You have a straightforward schedule. Very regular.

Killing you won't be a problem.

Please do it gently and quickly.

Keep your survival instincts in check.

Don't resist.

I'll try.

Go gentle into that good night.

Do not rage against the dying of the light.

Got it?

Yes.

Hey.

- You here? - Called you. Left you a text.

Sorry, my phone was on silent.

We were in a meeting so...

Mrityunjoy, this is my sister, Sunayna.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm done taking notes for the day.

I'll take your leave.

- It was a pleasure meeting you. - Thank you.

Boyfriend?

Want some tea?

Is he your boyfriend?

No, a professional hitman. Hired him to kill me.

Will you have some tea?

Got it. He's your boyfriend.

You and your morbid sense of humour.

I'm asking one last time. Tea?

Is tea the only thing you're going to offer?

(song playing)

How's Dad?

Much better.

More movement.

So why are you here? I mean...

Can't I visit my sister?

Of course, you can.

But you didn't all this while.

Wanted to make sure you're fine.

Oh!

So have you made sure?

That I'm fine?

(song playing)

Why are you mad at me?

What can I do?

I tried to convince Mom a lot.

But she is still mad at you for...

Look.

You ran away from home to act in films.

It happens in movies...

or in the advice column of a film magazine.

Sis.

Just because you didn't have the spine to follow your dreams

doesn't mean I'll also...

Right.

You're right.

There have been times I didn't have the spine to follow my dreams.

Don't make me feel guilty.

I...

I didn't know about you and Indra.

You never told me either.

What would I tell you?

After I saw you guys together...

how could I...

But more importantly...

What would you do if you knew?

What else?

I would've left him.

I would've convinced myself through the pain and agony...

Would've cried through the night and not called him...

I would've forced myself to believe that he's a bad guy...

Ultimately had to do all this anyway.

Didn't I?

Well...

I'm not so sure about that.

Hey.

What did you just say?

Y-You think...

You think I...

wouldn't have sacrificed for you?

You think I don't love you enough?

Not that I loved Brutus less...

but that I loved Rome more.

It's "Caesar".

Let it be Brutus.

Listen.

I have to go out of town tomorrow.

What...

What are you going to do?

I'll stay at aunt's place for a couple of days.

Got to buy meds for Dad.

Then back to Kalimpong.

Thank you.

Thank you for understanding.

- Listen. - Yes?

- Please forgive Mom. - No, no, no.

On the contrary...

All of you forgive me.

What do you mean?

I mean...

You will be hurt if something happens to me so...

Hey.

What are you saying?

What's wrong with you?

No, I mean...

Not again!

Come on, quick.

Now that you're an actor and not an influencer

guess you don't play the guitar anymore.

Well, depends on my mood.

Are you done with observing my routine?

Yes, done.

You sing very well.

From what I heard on social media.

Why didn't you pursue it?

Didn't want to turn my passion into a profession.

When will you be able to...

to deliver?

When will you be able to deliver?

Soon.

In the next few days. Latest in a week.

I've made my notes.

What do you think of Anupam Roy?

As a person?

No, as a hardware engineer.

Obviously as a singer and songwriter.

One of my favourites.

Especially during a breakup.

What do you think?

I like him.

Especially some of his songs.

Old flame?

Fell in love while giving her pro-life treatment.

Why didn't it work out?

I have lymphocytopenia.

Twelve years back...

I needed blood transfusion every six months.

Now I need it every week.

It's a medical miracle that I'm still alive.

So?

Love is an even bigger miracle.

Isn't it?

I don't--

You won't fall in love because you have lymphocytopenia?

And your so-called girlfriend you're reminiscing

stepped back too?

What kind of love is that?

What happened to "in sickness and in health"?

Your cells are dying from cancer and mine from old age.

Does that mean we won't fall in love?

Like getting a fitness certificate to qualify for a job.

You get the job if your blood test is clear.

You call this love?

What a shame!

Really sorry to say this.

Your idea of love is misplaced, dramatic and distorted.

Whatever time you have left in your life...

You will just talk.

Spread pearls of wisdom and I'll just listen.

I won't need any blood transfusion.

Your words will enter my bloodstream and do the job.

Deal?

How... How can you always talk rubbish?

Can I take you somewhere?

Where?

It's nearby. Just across the street.

Are you scared of ghosts?

Evening descends on your shoulder

Entangled in your dark hair

I try to look away

But my eyes still turn to you

Evening descends on your shoulder

Entangled in your dark hair

I try to look away

But my eyes still turn to you

Evening descends on your shoulder

Light comes running

And touches your cheeks

Life seems better The moment you look

Everything you and undo

I wanna be in every little bit of you

Do you listen to Mohin's songs?

Are you in the habit of breaking hearts?

Evening descends on your shoulder

Entangled in your dark hair

I try to look away

But my eyes still turn to you

Evening descends on your shoulder

Casting a thin shadow

You walk down the path

I lay waiting in your path

For you to throw a smile

The way you dress and undress

Hide me safely inside you

Do you listen to Pink Floyd?

Do you read poetry?

Evening descends on your shoulder

Entangled in your dark hair

I try to look away

But my eyes still turn to you

You're not a bad singer--

Bye, Poorna.

Go ahead.

I'm ready.

This isn't supposed to happen.

Your gun?

- You-- - Hold on. Let me try again.

Don't move.

Stay there. It'll work this time.

Now it'll go off. Ready?

One, two, three.

Forget it. You can't do it.

You won't be able to do it.

So unprofessional!

Didn't you check the gun earlier?

Printed visiting cards for show!

I killed someone the other day with the same gun.

But it won't work on me.

I'm the only unlucky chosen one.

I-I don't know how... This isn't supposed to happen.

There's a limit to everything.

You pestered me for the money.

You should have to perform seances to get your money.

- This is a good gun. - My goodness!

Can't believe I trusted you with this.

Try one last time.

- Sure? - Yes.

I'll try from point-blank range.

- How much closer? - It'll work this time.

One, two and three.

Amazing!

You have taken away my fear of suicide.

- Why isn't it working? - You'll not be able to do it. I know!

- This has never happened before. - Don't know what to say.

I tolerated all your nonsense. Put up with your overacting.

You can sing songs but you can't f--king use a gun.

I was going to say...

- It's never happened before. - I should've never hired your agency.

I'll complain against you to Slashed Tummy Shaw.

- Please no. - You're a pathetic contract killer.

You have only one week.

I better not see you near me again.

If you don't do your job...

If you screw it up again...

I swear on everyone

I'll file a complaint against you in consumer forum.

Do you know what it takes to get to this point?

You ruined my final chance.

What else do you expect from me?

Worst service. Worst quality.

It's the worst agency I could hire for myself. S--t!

I'll get a better gun next time.

- I'll shoot from a distance. - Shut up!

We all make mistakes.

- Looks like I have to kill myself. - Please hear me out.

- Get lost! - Look...

- The law of averages-- - No more notes or observation.

- Stay away from me. - Okay, I'll shoot you from afar.

Doesn't matter. You're of no use.

F--king nutcase!

I'm telling you again.

Spit it out.

Tell me where's the parcel.

Stop making lewd noises!

Hey.

He's gagged.

Take the gag off. How else will he talk?

- Right. - Please.

Take it off.

Boss.

I'm telling you the truth. I swear on my kids.

I handed the parcel to Bablu and Kader and ran away.

I don't know what they did with it.

Bablu just screwed you over before dying.

He said you have the parcel

and gave them the fake.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

Come on, tell me the truth.

I am.

Please believe me, boss.

Ask the others.

- Bloody hell! - What is it?

I've wasted a lot of time talking to you.

I would've made more money by now.

It's so high. My head's spinning.

I'm giving up on money.

You give up on life.

Hey.

Such a cute guy but what attitude!

So selfish.

Doesn't care about his family or home.

- Please hear me out, boss... - What a pity!

There's grief There's death

Good afternoon, boss.

Very good afternoon.

Have an update on Poorna ma'am.

I've been keeping an eye on her.

- She's hired a new PR manager. - What?

The guy follows her around all day.

PR?

What does he look like?

The pseudo-intellectual type.

- Oh! That reminds me-- - Tell me something.

When did you last talk to Ontorip?

It's been days.

Heard he's quit the business.

Quit?

Then Poorna should've informed me.

Something's fishy.

Ma'am, your order.

Thank you.

- Sir. - Yes?

What did you mix in it?

- I won't be in trouble, right? - No, you won't.

I've taken care of it. Get going.

Oh my God!

How are you still alive?

Sorry. Sorry that I'm still alive.

No, I didn't mean that.

I was just checking...

Whether you've screwed up again?

Well, you have if I'm still talking after being poisoned.

How did you get in?

Actually...

I made a duplicate key when I was here.

An assassination should have a surprise element.

So access is a must.

But now I'm surprised myself.

I thought you had popped off already.

But you haven't.

What did you lace the pizza with?

Potassium cyanide.

Then...

- Then how am I still alive? - That's what I'm thinking.

Since you haven't popped off yet I suggest you go to the hospital.

Or you'll be in a lot of pain.

Come on, get up.

- My stomach hurts. - I know.

Take my hand. Get up.

Pack some clothes.

- My stomach hurts. - Come, I'll help you up.

So?

How are we doing?

Better.

- Do you have the reports? - Yes.

What did they find?

Potassium ferrocyanide.

Is that why I made it out alive?

Absolutely.

But don't take this lightly.

You have to be here for a few more days.

We need to check for internal tissue damage.

That's okay.

Is someone here?

Mrityunjoy is here.

You have two other visitors.

Will you see them?

Yes. But do they know?

Can I tell them it was food poisoning?

Sorry.

We flushed out the poison.

So had to share the toxicology report.

Wait.

I'll send them in.

I'll call you later. Bye.

So?

This is why you apologised in advance.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

- Please-- - Shut the f--k up!

Just keep quiet.

What did you do?

I would've slapped you if you weren't unwell.

Never seen a selfish, insensitive and inconsiderate idiot like you.

This is a hospital. Why are you shouting?

Shut up!

Hospital!

What would I say to Mom and Dad?

You never think about others.

I have always supported you.

Listen up.

You're going back with me.

End of discussion.

It's not possible.

I have work. My dates are blocked.

- The producer will suffer a loss. - Wow!

You have work lined up.

But you planned to escape. Amazing!

Have you completely lost it?

What if you died? What would the producer do then?

- Please stop it. - No, I won't.

I can't believe this!

- If Mrityunjoy hadn't come on time-- - She would've died.

It's easy. She wanted to die.

True that.

Srishti.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Absolutely okay.

I just want to inform you this is my last month with you.

What's wrong with you? You know everything.

Yes, I do.

So what?

So many people are fighting for you.

Defending you on social media.

Absolutely rank strangers.

Still, they're fighting for you like family.

But they don't matter.

You don't consider them humans.

They're nothing but "likes" and "subscribers" to you.

Not made of flesh and blood.

Srishti, please.

Why are you talking to me like this?

- You know what happened. - That's why I'm saying this.

You've been through a lot, right?

But I can tell you a million women

who've been through worse.

So keep quiet.

I'm your manager.

You put food on my plate.

There are people outside.

You put a smile on their faces.

Remember that.

What about the media?

I handled them. I had to.

Food poisoning and all that.

I'm still on it.

Go kill yourself again.

Talk to the hospital staff.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Make sure they look after Poorna. - Okay.

Came to the hospital without an emergency after so long.

A bloodless hospital visit.

Hello.

Excuse me. Who are you?

Where's everyone?

Nurse! Ward boy!

A boy can't stop a man.

Srishti, relax.

He is Mr. Shaw.

Shaw.

Slashed Tummy Shaw.

Who is she?

She is my manager, Srishti.

- Biltu and Pocha. - What?

You are to her what they're to me.

Good.

For you, ma'am. Best wishes.

Get well soon.

Who is she?

She's my sister, Sunayna.

Sunayna! Beautiful name.

Her eyes justify the name.

Come here.

Anyway.

- The one you ordered a hit on-- - What?

- What? - What the hell do you mean?

- You ordered a hit on someone? - Sorry, sorry.

I didn't know. I thought you're family.

- We are family. - No, I didn't--

I need to talk to her in private.

Can you give us a minute?

Please.

Take care.

Ma'am.

The person you wanted to order the hit on...

I think he's behind this.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sure he laced your food with poison.

Be careful of what you eat for a few days.

- Okay? - Thank you.

Why did you take the trouble to come?

You saying that is more painful.

It's my duty.

Anyway.

Is Ontorip doing a good job?

Let me know if he goofs up.

I've got other guys.

Activate Nath.

Abdul Adaipatch.

And Martin Ghyachang of China Town.

Very efficient.

No.

He's doing a good job.

Oh, I see.

He's not in touch with me.

Doesn't even answer my calls. Anyway.

If you don't mind...

can I say something?

Sure, go ahead.

I was too embarrassed to tell you the other day.

You were right there in front of me.

You know...

I was at Diamond Plaza to watch a movie with my family.

It was your film.

What do you call it when actors show up at the theatres?

- Hall visit. - Right, hall visit.

You were there.

I wanted to take a photo with you.

But your bouncer pushed me away.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm extremely sorry.

We can take a selfie now if you want.

Thank you, ma'am.

Here.

One more.

Did you get your money back?

Yes.

You have to stop using the key and coming in unannounced.

I know.

That's why I'm here.

Came to return your keys.

I don't know what to say.

Extremely sorry.

I messed up real bad.

I don't have the nerve to ask for another chance.

No use.

You'll screw up every time.

What?

It's very simple.

You don't really want to kill me, do you?

Ontorip isn't your pseudonym either.

If it were...

Mr. Shaw, even after seeing you in the hospital

wouldn't have said he's not in touch with Ontorip.

Or his men would've shadowed you and reported to him.

In fact, your so-called name, Mrityunjoy Kar...

is as fake as your story of forming Killbill Society.

Am I right?

You're still Ananda Kar...

who guides lost souls back to the shore like a lighthouse.

Am I wrong?

No, you're not.

- But how did you... - I know.

A lot of ifs and buts.

You forgot something.

You can act as a film director to create a fake world.

But I'm a film actor.

In Mukti's case

after the fake blood effect's initial shock wore off

it was quite easy to understand.

And...

Please be careful while selecting junior artists next time.

I mean you know...

They all come from the same agency.

Mukti looked familiar but I couldn't place her.

All of a sudden I remembered...

she played a role in my debut film.

She was a junior artist.

Okay.

Got it.

What about the rest?

The rest...

Oh!

Oh my God! How could I forget this?

You pulled a hilarious stunt with the gun the other day.

I knew it's not your cup of tea.

You're forgetting something again.

Acting isn't just about strumming the guitar.

We deal with guns too.

You pulled the trigger with the safety lock on.

Terrible overacting!

Fine. Got it.

But how did you...

figure out the pizza was poisoned?

The delivery boy looked so nervous and anxious.

I knew something was off.

But I didn't expect you to make me sick to keep it realistic.

But yeah...

I had faith in you.

Someone who stopped Meghna Sarkar from having sleeping pills

and gave her a lecture on suicide and pharmaceuticals...

won't mix up potassium cyanide with ferrocyanide.

You know about Meghna too?

Yes.

When I heard about Hemlock Society from you

I started looking into it.

I found a common name in my research, Siddhartha Roy.

I met him and found out...

that Hemlock Society is alive and kicking.

Then I met Meghna too.

Feluda, Neruda, Derrida.

The love of your life.

Not bad.

How is she?

She's good.

She got married a few years ago.

Has two cute kids.

Joy and Anandi.

Well.

Poorna ma'am.

Actually, I should call you...

Miss Adler.

You have brought Sherlock Holmes to his knees.

Sherlock will always be indebted to you, Irene.

But...

Ananda Kar will sing the song of life until his last breath.

I get it.

But how did you get involved in all this?

I travelled to so many places, sir.

Mt. Kilimanjaro. Gorumara National Park.

But nothing helped.

Sir...

You know...

I feel like killing myself every time I get an assignment.

I want to end all my nightmares by dying.

That's a great decision.

But how will you kill yourself?

What?

You've used expensive guns to kill so many people.

Don't go for local, cheap guns when it's your turn.

Watched "Mirzapur"? It'll burst in your hand.

Then the hand that enjoys the feast would also bid farewell to the treat.

Got it?

Yes.

But I can't even take a break to join Hemlock Society.

I have back-to-back assignments.

Saying yes has become a muscle memory, right?

It happens. It's very common.

Do one thing.

Whenever you get a call or an offer from now on...

just give me a call.

I'll tell you how to handle the situation.

Okay?

There you go.

Unknown number.

Maybe a new assignment.

Great! Answer it. Put it on speaker.

Come on.

Hello.

Is this Ontorip Karmakar?

Yes, speaking.

Who's this?

I'm Poorna Aich.

Got your number from Slashed Tummy Shaw.

Okay, tell me.

I have an assignment for you.

Later.

- Hello? Are you there? - After the Lakshmi festival.

I'm on a break now. Call me after the Lakshmi festival.

No, please. Can't delay this.

It's urgent. Please help me.

Ask for the photo.

It's a request--

Send me the photo.

You'll find it on the internet.

Type "Poorna Aich". Actress.

Another Poorna Aich?

Client and victim have the same name. Interesting!

Not just the name. It's the same person.

What?

I want to put out a hit on myself.

And once you intercepted--

I was just about to score a goal

when I saw the linesman with the flag up.

But why the location shift in the middle of flashback?

I've lost the job.

Wanted to take the boss out one last time.

But you know what?

Old habits die hard.

And Ananda Kar will stick to his job till he dies.

On that same note...

you've fired me.

But did you hire anyone else?

After battling all the storms, I feel like...

No, boss.

Suicide cancel.

I'm stepping back from the edge.

Thank goodness!

Good to know.

But I have another reason for not killing you.

Apart from Hemlock Society's mission.

What's that?

I've fallen in love with you.

- F--k! - What?

- No, I didn't mean that. - But you're right.

That's right.

But actually I am the one who is f--ked!

- Why? Because... - Because...

I don't know...

I have fallen in love with you.

But I don't know if you have...

I don't know how you feel about me.

That's why.

Come here.

Let me see.

Not bad.

Though your fashion sense and sense of humour

need some work.

You're somewhat attractive.

Oh, please. Come on!

But unfortunately...

despite our mutual liking for each other, we can't be together.

What! Why?

A lot has happened, Ananda.

Especially after the hotel incident...

I don't know why but I feel disgusted with myself.

I know it's not my fault.

Not your fault either.

But...

How do I explain it?

I don't think I'm fit for...

a pure, happy and innocent relationship anymore.

Why are you laughing like an idiot?

Did I crack a joke?

You want to be a hero, right?

Will you be okay if your lover's video is on a porn site?

Have the balls for that?

When you're with her

won't you wonder if the neighbour is watching the video

and probably...

I am reminded of "Gita" today.

I knew it!

I knew you were flirting with me the whole time.

This means nothing to you.

I poured my heart out to you like a fool.

And you're busy thinking about your ex.

Bhagavad! Bhagavad!

I'm talking about "The Bhagavad Gita".

Chapter 2, Verse 20 and 22.

According to the verses...

our soul sheds the body after death like old worn-out clothes.

And enters a new one.

Secondly, the soul is immortal. It never dies.

And that is relevant because--

You're giving way too much importance to the bloody body.

Yes!

Body is just a part of making love.

It's not everything.

There might be a digital footprint of your body out there.

But what's more important is...

the analogue footprint your soul has left on mine.

That's all that matters.

We're soulmates.

And only the souls should matter.

Are those souls pure, innocent and happy?

Are those souls connected to each other?

That's what matters. Only that.

You lectured me on lymphocytopenia.

Now fussing over something so petty...

- It's not a petty thing. - Of course, it is!

It is absolutely petty.

How are our bodies different from those of others?

We're all built the same.

The physical map will be outdated in a few days.

What will keep the thrill of discovery alive?

Our souls, my dear.

It's indefinitely varied.

And unpredictable.

It can't be seen.

That's our soul.

Tell me something.

How could you use "innocent, happy and pure"...

through such rigid patriarchal lens?

Is a woman's being only limited to her body?

Is it difficult to imagine her with a soul and a mind too?

I have...

- I've never thought like that-- - Then think.

Think hard. Think about love.

When my body is on the funeral pyre...

only my body will burn.

Not my soul.

It will find a new body...

in one of the characters of an impossible love story.

It will live on.

Anyway, listen up.

While I don't generally give a f--k

the dystopian bird of death in your mind...

needs to be caged up.

It ruins my mood every time.

What?

You still care if I live or die?

Really?

Listen.

You bloody well know what I feel about you.

So instead of pretending...

let's drop this course on the art of dying.

And join the course on the art of living?

By the way...

don't repeat what you did with Meghna.

Don't bring up lymphocytopenia at the exact moment

and ruin the kiss.

I'll cross the horizons with you

As you sing lullabies

My anxious eyes miss your sight

My heart is at peace when you are around

Feelings crowd my heart

The wandering heart has found a port

The deep scars of the past

Have become my identity for ages

I'll cross the horizons with you

As you sing lullabies

My anxious eyes miss your sight

My heart is at peace when you are around

Your healing touch will cure my aches

My heart can now finally rest

Walking the line between life and death

Are two bohemian souls

The lanes you left behind

Time brings them back to you

Bound by the seven vows

You are my identity for the next seven eons

I'll cross the horizons with you

As you sing lullabies

My anxious eyes miss your sight

My heart is at peace when you are around

Hey.

Bloody scum.

Poorna's dad needs treatment abroad.

What you did to Poorna was disgusting.

She's been traumatised.

They need 50 lakhs for the treatment.

I will die, sir. Please don't do this.

- Please, sir. - I know it's too less. One crore?

I'm asking you to reduce the amount.

Again? Okay, then.

Two crores.

Done.

I'll do as you say.

Thank you.

Send the money on time.

Or I'll make sure your d--k goes viral.

I don't watch those videos.

I live in a joint family.

I only enjoy family films. But others...

will enjoy such a film.

No, no. Please sir.

You are words and I am silent emotions

You are the love that keeps us together

Under your shadow, Time has learnt

The shortest love story lasts forever

Time to say goodbye But the heart wants to stay longer

The world knows this is not the final farewell

I will keep coming back for you for the next seven eons

I'll cross the horizons with you

As you sing lullabies

My anxious eyes miss your sight

My heart is at peace when you are around

When did you wake up, ma'am?

A little while ago.

Listen.

Will we keep being formal even after all the action last night?

Wait, let me see.

You are mine, ma'am.

I have fallen for you, ma'am.

You're the guiding star of my life, ma'am.

There's no one like you, ma'am.

Not working. Let's get back to Poorna.

Thank God!

So the weather is good.

Can we go out today?

Are you feeling like going out?

Or do you want to rest up?

I will get some rest.

Still drained from last night.

Shameless!

You can say it but I can't?

No, seriously...

I'm not feeling well.

Looks like the medical miracle...

is about to expire.

What the hell!

Not even six months as a married couple?

Maybe a month at best.

And what about kids?

You won't even leave a memento behind?

Looks tough.

You would be pregnant already if it were a movie.

But I think for us...

it's going to be the ventilator before the perambulator.

- Will you take a bath? - I do every day.

Wouldn't have come close to you otherwise.

Want to bathe together?

So...

Do we get a jacuzzi or we play dirty in the pool?

Terrible! Minus two on ten.

If I make it through a few more days...

I'll take you...

to Italy.

Florence.

We'll walk near the main market square.

Then...

we'll go to the cathedral.

When the street singers play Ave Maria...

we'll join them.

We'll hold hands in front of the Fontana di Trevi...

and toss a coin in.

When we visit the Colosseum...

we won't take a guide.

I'll tell you the stories myself.

I'll show you where the gladiators fought.

Where the emperor sat.

Where he ordered the death penalty.

And of course...

the customary trek to Mount Vesuvius.

Oh!

You'll have to take me to the top of Mount Vesuvius

on a wheelchair.

That's okay.

Just imagine!

We're standing in front of a dangerous volcano...

and we're staring right at it...

Looking deep down into it...

Can you imagine?

Won't we go to Notre Dame?

Paris?

Yes.

Of course, we will.

On our way back.

It's a must.

You know...

At the end of "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame"...

they found the skeletons of Quasimodo and the gypsy girl.

They were found together...

in each other's embrace.

Years later...

when the archaeologists tried to...

separate the skeletons...

they couldn't do it.

Their bones crumbled to dust.

Ashes to ashes...

Dust to dust...

What's the point of life if we can't love like this?

Oh!

That reminds me...

Pompeii.

Poorna.

Pompeii.

Think about it.

Wherever they were...

Whatever they were doing...

Right at that moment...

the fiery lava preserved them in that state for eternity...

forever.

Suppose we...

we are kissing.

What if we turn to ashes in that moment?

What if we stay like that...

Or suppose...

at this...

at this very moment...

What if a stream of lava engulfs us...

What if...

slowly and slowly...

slowly...

What happened?

Ananda?

Mr. Kar.

Travel well.

Don't worry.

You won't die.

"Anand is not dead.

Anand never dies. "

Time to say goodbye

But the heart wants to stay longer

The world knows this is not the final farewell

I will keep coming back for you

For the next seven eons

I'll cross thousand oceans with you

As you sing lullabies

TWO YEARS LATER

Do you like lady's finger?

What?

Do you like lady's finger?

Or snake gourd?

What?

What rubbish!

It's not rubbish. Wait.

No.

You need to jump from a higher floor.

You'll break your bones if you jump from here.

And spend the rest of your life like a vegetable.

You...

You're...

- Are you-- - Yes, you're right.

I'm Poorna Aich. Film star.

Can I take a selfie?

Of course, but...

you'll have to get down.

Come.

Go ahead.

Got your selfie?

Now get going.

You'll have to climb three more floors.

What the hell!

Why are you crying?

What happened?

I'm a failure.

A complete failure.

I couldn't even kill myself.

I saw you...

I saw you and got desperate for a selfie.

I was going to jump off a wrong floor.

I can't do anything right. I can't do anything.

- You can. Get up. - I'm a complete failure.

- I'm good for nothing. - It's not true. Believe me.

Get up. Come on.

Don't worry, you're in luck.

- Come with me. Come on. - Where?

Just come. You ask too many questions.

I'm an actor.

But I also run an NGO called Hemlock Society.

We believe if people want to die, they should die properly.

Suicide is a difficult thing to do.

You can't just die like that.

It requires guts, courage, and technical knowledge.

Or it remains a suicide attempt most of the times.

And then local news, embarrassment, police case...

You might even have to go to jail.

Are you kidding me?

Absolutely not.

Our organisation will train you to die by suicide free of cost.

Our motto is...

"Die but don't do a faux pas. "