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In Lord Shivas own land

Making mistakes is strongly banned

You dare to slip up

You're made to wear handcuffs

Much to your astonishment

A hefty fine is your punishment

If, as you walk through life

You lose your way, digress from design

The news reaches the king too

The soldiers come lunging at you

You're made to sweat in the heat of summer

And forced to drink gallons of water!"

Madam Sengupta!

Long time!

Ranjan, I am coming to Kolkata.

We must meet.

I won’t spare them, Ranjan.

Whoever this is.

Ananya Sengupta.

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

My sympathies lie with Ananya’s mother.

My sympathies lie with all the students.

Bongio University is the pride & heritage of Bengal.

A shameful incident like this here…

I have no words to express my condemnation.

As the President of the University’s Board of Directors

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

the main culprit of the entire incident, Satyaki Sen

shall receive severe punishment thereby creating a precedent.

For now, he will be suspended.

That’s it.

Sir… sir…

Hmm. What is it?

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

It provokes the students, it’s unethical.

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

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

Nilanjan Banerjee.

Dramatic Literature. 2nd year.

Satyaki Sen’s crony.

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

Sir. We are trying to find Satyaki sir.

No one has any idea.

The police refuses to take our complaint.

Hmm. Look, Nil.

It's a tough world we live in today.

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

Hmm?

Very sad.

Move aside.

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

Ananya had told me

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

She had preserved the book with a lot of care.

Did she speak of her father a lot?

Hmm.

And about me?

No… Not really…

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

I wonder how it all led to this...

How was Ananya’s relationship with Satyaki sir?

They were alright.

It looked like Satyaki sir was quite fond of her.

Who knows what changed after that…

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

They used to supply drugs in the campus.

And Satyaki sir gave her a earful over that.

It’s all over, Ranjan.

It’s all over.

15 years.

You cut all ties with me.

You never told me your daughter is studying in Kolkata?

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

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

And she just wanted to lead an… independent life.

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

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

I wonder how you grew an interest in this subject…

Or is it something else…

Any daughter would want to meet her father, Ma.

Sit down.

Mitul, don’t be upset with me.

I am all you have, isn’t it?

Your father…

left us in your childhood.

Baba did not leave us, Ma.

It’s you who snatched me from him.

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

And that humiliation is something you will never feel.

Besides, you’re a celebrity.

You hardly gave me any time, right?

"Map to Losing the Way by Satyaki Sen"

What do you mean?

Am I answerable to you now?

Don’t forget.

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

That ego of yours...

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

“Everyone” who?

The high-society friends you have?

They, who have no sense of reality?

Talking about the struggle?

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

His writings prove that.

I will face Baba.

I want to know what my father is like.

Alright.

Since you are so adamant…

you must make me a promise.

When you go there…

you won’t tell anyone who your father is.

It’s about… my dignity.

"Samantaral Daily Newspaper"

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

Only if the three of us could reunite again…

But that was not to happen.

Ranjan, what do you think?

Is Satyaki really involved in Mitul’s murder?

Look.

Haren Mondol has given his statement.

Now, is it the truth? Is he lying?

I went there too.

Twice. Couldn’t meet him.

So, Anu… there's something else too.

The media doesn’t know yet.

What?

“Watch us Alhadis roll in laughter

As we giggle away, we grow dafter

We get together with our toothless grins to celebrate laughter"

Aabol Taabol?

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

someone left this outside our office.

“A Bouquet of Nothing”

This invite was found at the murder spot, right?

Yes.

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

Strange.

Anything on your CCTV footage?

-No. -Why didn’t you tell the police?

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

But now I’m getting worried.

Why?

My son has been searching for Satyaki.

Your son?

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

Arrest Ananya’s killer immediately!

Arrest him! Arrest him!

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

We want answers!

Punish Ananya’s killer!

Punish the killer!

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

But don't compel me to do so.

Call the police.

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

The police are investigating.

We've built an investigative committee too.

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

very soon you will sweep it all under the carpet.

We want Ananya’s killer punished!

Punish the killer!

Satyaki had come down.

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

Why didn’t you go ahead with the story?

Because in this play

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

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

not to get into this mess.

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

Did you hear? He is joining politics.

Hmm. I did hear.

Anu, did he know Ananya is his daughter?

I’m not sure.

But could Satyaki be a murderer?

Do I not know him at all then?

How is it going?

Sukumar Ray was a strange man.

Years ago, he founded the Monday Club.

He named it ‘Monda Sammelan’.

Incredible.

This is the first play entirely based on Sukumar Ray.

This has never been done before.

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

who Satyaki Sen is!

Let them say whatever they want.

Why do you care?

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

That doesn’t suffice, you see.

Sometimes--

Why are you sitting like that?

-It’s okay. -No, it’s not.

Careful.

Oh, come on. Okay.

Okay?

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

Especially, addressing the people who influence the audience.

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

Do they deserve to judge my plays?

Absolute crap.

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

You need power!

Power?

But you have power.

The power of your pen.

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

Huh?

So?

Satyaki is joining politics?

Is it true?

Well.

The opposition leader Amartya Chatterjee

met Satyaki a few times.

At least, so I have heard.

Who knows… Anything might happen.

Come.

Jasodhara.

Coming.

Meet the lauded author, playwright,

President of the present Bengali Drama Association.

And also, my wife.

-Jasodhara Banerjee. -Hello.

-Hello. -And she...

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

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

Madam Sengupta.

-Thank you. -What happened to Ananya…

It’s unthinkable.

Ma.

Nil. Wait. Bow your head.

Let me introduce our son.

This is Nil.

-And she… she is-- -I know her, Baba.

I have to leave for a meeting now.

We were supposed to dine together, Nil.

The meeting is way more important, Baba.

It’s regarding my university.

Please excuse me.

Nil, but you promised…

What are you trying to prove with these protests?

We’ve hidden Satyaki Sen somewhere?

We got Ananya Sen killed?

We want Satyaki Sen back.

That’s it.

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

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

Hmm…

I have a proposal.

These protests… Put a stop to them.

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

So, you mean--

-Hmm?

You mean you know who has killed Ananya Sengupta.

This is a spy-cam recording.

Satyaki Sen’s conversation with opposition leader Amartya Chatterjee.

We must get rid of Ananya Sengupta.

And only you can do this.

Think about the proposal.

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

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

Can you give me the video?

Like I said,

just do as we say.

And if you don’t…

we’ll have to find another way.

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

If you don’t do it, we will.

And the protest will continue.

Goodnight, sir.

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

The frequency doesn’t match after a point.

Look at me, zero creativity.

Is that why your first wife changed her frequency?

It’s good that she did.

What a weird woman, Anu!

She never asks about her son. Imagine!

Ananya too was our only daughter.

Satyaki never asked about her.

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

No, thanks.

Okay, sir.

Just a minute.

Yes, sir.

Satyaki Sen… Did he come back?

No, sir.

-Hmm. -Don’t worry.

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

Hmm. Thank you.

-Welcome. -Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

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

Hmm.

I like your initial writings.

What about the recent ones?

Honestly speaking, don’t like them so much.

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

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

The political world is eyeing you.

And in order to escape it,

you must say a few politically correct things, right?

Otherwise, how your words might get interpreted…

you never know.

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

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

an artist would lose sleep over it.

Isn't it, Jasodhara?

Another murder in Kolkata.

Just like Ananya Sengupta, the killer drowned

Bongio University’s President of the Board of Directors,

Bilash Choudhury.

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

Come, sit

Leave us two snakes to garner"

Another murder, just like Ananya’s.

Another Aabol Taabol soft toy.

Makes the connection with Satyaki stronger, Anu.

As in?

The influential names Satyaki wanted to expose through this play,

Bilash Choudhury was one of them.

Satyaki would’ve never gotten the job at Bongio University

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

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

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

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

The murderer too is an admirer of Sukumar Ray.

Like Satyaki.

Why would Satyaki kill Bilash Choudhury?

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

Maybe revenge.

No.

No, Ranjan.

We’re missing something.

Everything is looking so obvious.

Sometimes the obvious can also be the truth.

You know best what an enraged Satyaki is capable of.

Right, Anu?

I’ll look into it. Okay. Okay, bye.

Sir, your drink.

Thank you.

Sir.

Last night…

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

Do cooperate with us.

-Sure, sure, sir. -Keep it.

Hello.

I am Anurekha Sengupta.

Do you remember me?

Oh my God!

You have completely changed!

How can I ever forget you?

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

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

-Take him away! -I won’t leave you!

Satyaki…

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

Get going, all of you!

Hmm. Sorry.

You’re a celebrity now.

Bengal’s pride!

Madam Sengupta!

What are you doing here?

I am coming from Samantaral right now.

Last night, outside their office,

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

Interfering in police business?

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

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

Is that so?

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

you didn't care.

Had you done so,

this wouldn't have happened to your daughter.

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

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

A father killing a daughter!

I’d have caught him that very night!

Missed by a whisker!

You have an old beef with Satyaki.

If I bring it out,

will your statement hold any ground, Inspector Mondol?

Madam Sengupta.

I used to kiss the snake head

setting stakes with my friends as a kid.

Seeing that, a sadhu once said

“You are Rahu personified!”

Once my head ticks off

I devour

whoever is in my way!

Artists like you should all end up like Satyaki Sen.

Vanished!

Keep these.

Everyone should get a placard to hold, okay?

-Give them. -Nil.

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

The Vice Chancellor himself called me up & complained!

He threatened to rusticate you!

Why ruin your career by getting involved in these protests?

Baba, I am just protesting against a wrongdoing.

Not just any mere wrongdoing.

A girl was murdered in this university, Baba.

A girl who is your friend’s daughter.

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

You know what?

Satyaki sir was right when he said so.

What did Satyaki say?

You’re a careerist.

Shut up!

A careerist?

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

Entitled, spoilt brat!

Hello.

Are you the manager of this hotel?

Yes, how may I help you?

I am Anurekha Sengupta.

I know.

Ananya Sengupta’s mother.

You see...

Could you tell me what happened here last night?

Madam, we’ve already spoken to the police.

We can't tell you anything.

You may have spoken to the police.

But maybe you know more than you said.

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

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

I don’t want trouble.

My card.

It’s okay.

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

You see, this Bilash Choudhury…

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

He used to drink excessively.

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

Even last night he drank a lot.

And then this happened.

CCTV footage?

We had strict instructions from Bilash Choudhury.

We were to shut the cameras when he was visiting.

Another thing, madam.

Last night, on Bilash Choudhury’s table

I found an invite of Satyaki Sen’s play.

The play called ‘A Bouquet of Nothing’.

I showed it to the police.

Did Satyaki Sen come here?

Here.

Twice.

To meet Mr Bilash?

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

Amartya Chatterjee?

If you join politics,

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

I… I will myself arrange everything for you.

What will I have to do?

You’ve to get rid of Ananya Sengupta.

Anyhow.

Sir, do you need anything else?

Did they want to kill Ananya?

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

They are dangerous people, madam.

And another thing, madam.

Last night, before the murder happened

the student leader of Bongio University, Nil Banerjee

had come to meet Bilash Choudhury.

Nil?

Hello?

Anurekha Sengupta here.

I need to see you.

It’s about my daughter.

It’s urgent.

I’ll send you the location.

Hello, Mr Shyamal! Coming from the hotel?

Hello, sir. How are you?

Bugger!

Took money to leak info to Madam Sengupta?

I've have you killed!

Your family will beg on the streets!

No, sir…

Won’t happen again, sir.

Bugger!

I’ll teach your Madam Hijibiji a lesson today!

What…

Where are you?

Waiting on the road?

Where have you hidden Satyaki Sen?

What!

Satyaki Sen killed Bilash Choudhury!

And you have illegally kept him in hiding!

Now tell me, Madam Sengupta,

who is your next target?

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

Go back to Delhi.

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

Listen. I am not going anywhere.

Old memories…

Did you forget?

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

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

Wow.

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

Oh, sure, it will be.

But don’t forget.

I have a special thing for artists.

I love beating them up.

Because I quite enjoy it, you see!

Get lost from Kolkata.

Are you alright?

Thank you.

That man… Who was he?

Could you recognize him?

No.

You have to be careful, Nil.

It seems you too are a target now.

I don’t care.

Tell me. Why did you want to meet me?

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

I did.

Are you implying that I killed him?

Did I say so?

Nil, I don’t know why I think…

you can tell me more about Ananya’s murder.

After all, you were friends.

Not really.

But we were both favourites of Satyaki sir.

So, tell me one thing.

Who’d want to harm Ananya?

Could Satyaki sir--

-No.

Never.

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

has something to do with Ananya’s murder.

So… Satyaki had written a play.

"A Bouquet of Nothing".

You know anything about that play?

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

Sir said something really strange that day.

Listen, Nil.

This Bongio University has produced

some of the best minds of our country.

Brilliant students like you are purposefully being pushed into it.

Into addiction.

They are planfully selling drugs in academic campuses.

Who is behind all this, sir?

“Shyamadas is his uncle

He runs the opium jungle!”

This play of mine will expose that goddamned uncle.

"A Bouquet of Nothing". -Sir.

Could I read this play?

Not now.

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

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

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

Aabol Taabol’s characters?

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

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

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

He has very intelligently in the garb of nonsense poems,

disguised the contemporary characters of modern society.

Very interesting.

Ananya will find it intriguing too.

Nil…

One request.

Keep Ananya away from all this.

Why, sir?

I’m late for class.

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

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

after both the murders.

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

Did you find out more on Satyaki’s play?

Sir did not give me any more details.

Nil is being targeted.

Now do you understand, Anu...

why I want Nil to stay away from politics?

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

Scolding won’t help anymore.

He’s a grown-up man. Remember?

And I can’t believe this! You…

You slapped him in the middle of the campus!

-What were you even thinking? -Alright!

He won’t listen to me.

You try and talk to him.

Fine, I’ll speak to him.

Process the VISA fast, please.

Hmm.

VISA?

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

Enough of this place, somehow…

Great.

Thank you, Anu.

Thank you so much!

Jasodhara has written a new play.

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

I see.

Forget it.

They were ruining my story.

I discarded the script completely.

Ranjan,

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

Anything on that?

No one really knows much.

-But there’s one person. -Who’s that?

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

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

Talk to him.

-Badshah! -Badshah! Come out!

-We’re at your door! -Come out!

Badshah, come out.

Here, give us our money!

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

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

It’s time you paid.

Come on, pay up!

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

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

There you go! You all are back again?

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

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

Why?

Did I tell you do that?

Tell him to return the money.

Worthless bloke!

“Worthless”?

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

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

You all...

are cheering for me?

But believe me…

I have nothing left to offer to you today.

I am exhausted.

Believe me,

I don’t want to be the king anymore.

A pauper playing a king!

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

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

He gets away because of Laltuda.

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

-Right. -We’ll teach him a lesson!

-He doesn’t know me! -Damn cheat!

(humming)

Laltuda…

Oh, Madam Sengupta! Come!

You never called me by that name.

You’re not the same person anymore.

You’re a huge celebrity now.

Sit.

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

I have known Mitul since she was a little girl.

I have come to Kolkata to look for her murderer.

You’ve done the right thing.

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

I saw your son.

He has grown up.

He was tiny when I last saw him...

Yes…

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

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

Even Satyaki told him so.

Gave him a production job.

But, no!

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

I will go to the top,

to the top, to the top!”

Well! He quit the job!

If he still cannot give up acting,

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

To the top.

No, it’s okay.

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

Don’t you know anything?

I was on a leave that day.

I see.

And what happened with Satyaki?

How am I to know?

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

From the time he started out.

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

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

You really don’t know anything?

I really don’t.

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

You’ve read it?

He never asked me to read it.

Through that play…

who were the people he was trying to expose?

You have any idea?

Though, there’s one thing…

Come.

-What happened? -Come.

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

Will you please exit the stage?

See.

This is the character-list of the play.

It has the order in which the characters appear.

Alhadi, Bapuram Sapurey, Pecha o Pechani,

Huko Mukho Hyangla.

But who were the real people behind these characters?

Do you know?

If the murders are happening in this order, then…

who is the next target? Pecha o Pechani?

I have another news.

Madam Sengupta had come to our place today.

I see.

Don’t worry.

I’ll take care of it.

But, Badshah…

don’t let Madam Hijibiji talk you out of

searching for Satyaki Sen.

Remember?

Satyaki Sen promised you a role

but made you work like a servant instead!

I remember, sir.

I remember everything.

Everything.

I’ll settle the score.

Bravo!

Spoken like a true hero!

No…

You are my RBT! Royal Bengal Tiger!

"Aabol Taabol".

“It was 1916.

Subhas Bose had led a student protest in Presidency college

against a British professor.

British newspapers massively criticized the students for this.

Subhas Bose was expelled from college.

An Indian newspaper’s editor

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

Apparently, he really liked the way the British papers

had wrote against them.

This is the incident behind it?

Hmm.

According to some experts.

But then…

the incident has a similarity with someone from present time.

He too had spoken up against Nil’s protest.

Right?

That’s right!

Vice Chancellor.

Sandip Sen.

Hello, Haren Mondol speaking.

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

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

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

12 am. Dhobi Ghat.

I have a responsibility as the Vice Chancellor.

I cannot take a risk.

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

And that boy… Nil.

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

He's too restless.

I cannot let these things happen in the university campus.

Come out! Come out!

Anu, help me!

Ranjan, what happened?

Archan!

Ranjan!

I know his eyes!

He had attacked Nil that night!

Another murder by drowning, just like Ananya Sengupta!

This time it is police officer Haren Mondol.

The Forensic Department has already begun their work.

But there is one question.

Who is committing these murders?

We have with us the Investigating Officer, P Chatterjee.

Let’s hear about this case from him.

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

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

Ranjan.

This is all an eyewash.

To cover up Mitul’s murder.

I want justice for my daughter.

I wont let this go.

This is a mother’s fight.

“Does anyone know Why the king of Bombagor

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

Started with Alhadi,

then Bapuram Sapurey,

and then Bombagorer Raja.

I have two questions.

First.

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

Hmm.

And second. Why send these things to our office?

I think I know the answer to the second one.

Satyaki.

You are displeasing some very important names.

Who are you up against?

The President of your university’s Board of Directors?

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

Want to lose your job?

Those things are not important right now.

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

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

And Inspector Haren Mondol is helping him!

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

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

And now you come to me with this ticking bomb.

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

As per our business policy,

we cannot get on the wrong side of certain people.

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

Please understand.

“Shyamadas is his uncle

He owns the opium jungle

Is that why he looks so lonely and pale faced?

Is that why he keeps to himself?”

Brilliant, eh? Sukumar Ray.

For the compromising lot like you.

‘Huko Mukho Hyangla’ (Sad soul Desperado).

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

Satyaki used to call you Huko Mukho Hyangla.

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

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

Please don’t hide anything from me, Laltuda!

You were there at the hostel that night…

Isn’t it?

But believe me, I didn’t lie.

The night Ananya got murdered I really was on leave.

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

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

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

No one knows that.

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

Please try to remember.

Please!

We might be able to know…

if we ask one person.

Look,

this is Jadu Babu’s home & press.

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

In that case he should have a copy.

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

We might have to steal it then.

Come.

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

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

He used to be a fiery student leader.

Swore by his ideology.

Even today, many students come to him.

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

Come quickly.

It should be here.

Look for it.

There’s nothing.

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

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

Where is the play?

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

lays its eggs on the fields.

-Got it? -Wow.

I am… Laltu Dhar. You know me.

Stop it!

Hey! Hey… What the hell!

I am Laltu!

Don’t you recognize me?

I make the sets for Satyaki’s plays.

I know what your intention is.

Why have you come here?

Jadu Babu, I have come to look for Satyaki.

You?

You left him and went away

during his days of struggle.

You don’t know the truth.

I know everything, Madam Sengupta.

I know everything.

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

What is your intention?

Alright, calm down, put the gun away--

-Don’t come forward.

Or I’ll shoot.

Satyaki is like a son to me.

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

Jadu Babu.

We need to try and find Satyaki. Right?

Won’t you help us?

I don’t know anything.

Jadu Babu, you have read the play. Right?

Can’t you tell us…

who was the killer in the play?

No one knows that.

Even Satyaki doesn’t know.

Okay.

This is my card.

I’ll leave it with you.

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

I want to read the play.

Hello.

-Hello? -Madam Sengupta?

Yes.

If you want to find out who killed your daughter,

come to the address I'm sending you.

Check the message.

Who is this?

Hello…

Hello?

He--

Who are you?

Leave me!

Who are you? Let go!

Who are you?

Who has sent you?

Who are you!?

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

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

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

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

Leaving your closest friend without a word is your thing.

Not mine.

No one was beside me when my career on suffering.

Only you were there.

You looked after my family.

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

Then don’t say such things.

Alright.

Is this the time to quarrel?

Did you ask how she is feeling?

How are you, Anurekha?

A bit better?

Still hurting?

Hmm.

I have news for you.

Nil has agreed to go to America.

Oh, really?

Congratulations.

Keep him safe.

Don’t let distance creep in.

Make a circle & join it here.

What is this? Have you lost your mind?

Putting Mitul in an expensive school like this?

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

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

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

You’re earning a lot.

Your work is being exhibited at prestigious places.

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

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

Honey, go inside.

-Go. -No, she won’t go. She’ll stay.

She should know these things.

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

Soon, she too will laugh at me.

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

She is “our” daughter.

She is our equal responsibility. Right?

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

what will become of her future?

I can’t afford that now.

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

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

And Satyaki…

You have inspired me so much to become an artist.

Just because I am getting a bit of fame today,

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

Even I’ll get famous someday. Big deal!

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

Basically, I won’t allow your chums to influence

my daughter in any way.

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

Her friends are going to reputed schools.

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

You realize how she’ll be affected by it?

How will she be affected? She told you this?

She is a kid. What will she say?

No, Baba, I’ll study with my friends.

I’ll give you a tight slap!

Ma, Baba is scolding me!

What the hell…

You want to hit your daughter?

Listen, I think… we cannot stay together anymore.

You’re right. We won’t.

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

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

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

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

We are leaving.

Baba, won’t you come?

You’re taking her away?

There will come a time…

when Mitul will surely return to me. And then…

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

Baba, won’t Ma come with us?

We’re getting late. Come, Mitul.

You never found me

I never found you

My feet are tired of walking barefoot

Wounded, I now bid farewell

I am bird flying around in search of a nest

I wonder where I have arrived

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

The pain of turning a loved one away

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

The sky is on fire The birds burn down

I live on, wearing a garland of burnt feathers

Picking up shedding leaves of autumn

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

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

The pain of turning away a loved one

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

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

The police are suspecting Satyaki Sen is behind this.

Do you feel the same?

Do you become enemies if you cannot agree on something?

I don't think so.

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

I have faith on him.

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

“A Bouquet of Nothing - Satyaki Sen.”

Satyaki has written an absurd play.

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

Alhadi, Bapuram Sapurey, Bombagorer Raja,

Pecha o Pechani, Huko Mukho Hyangla…

These characters represent some influential names of our society.

Those that are getting killed

bear strange similarities with these characters.

What similarity?

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

The wonderful Wizard of Oz.

World famous American children’s literature.

The book had these creatures called hammerheads.

They were extremists.

Sukumar Ray illustration of Alhadi was taken from their pictures.

Many say, Sukumar Ray wrote this poetry on

the three leaders of our Indian freedom struggle.

Lal Bal Pal.

Lala Lajpat Rai.

Bal Gangadhar Tilak.

Bipin Chandra Pal.

Yes, they too were extremists.

Like Ananya.

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

And the next target?

Bapuram Sapurey?

Sukumar Ray wrote this poem mocking the British.

They caught two snakes: Congress & the Muslim League.

Tried to tame them.

Try to remember the lines.

“No horns, no nails

They don’t run, nor walk

And bite they not"

Even Bilash Choudhury had tamed a few famous writers

by giving them important posts in cultural ministry.

They became brand ambassadors of

Bilash Choudhury’s illicit companies.

I know.

Jasodhara is one of them.

The next soft toy.

Bombagorer Raja. (King of Bombagor)

Bombagorer Raja.

An autocratic king who has no regard for beauty.

He decorates his palace with the ugliest of things.

Rules the kingdom according to his own whims.

Haren Mondol is a similar kind of a character.

Haren Mondol had once attacked Satyaki’s play.

Let’s see what your director does now!

What are you doing!

He used to hate artists.

Couldn't tolerate them.

But who is committing the murders in the play?

That’s the mystery.

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

For a long time, I, as in “we”…

we have been thinking of getting in touch with you.

But you’re a star student’s leader.

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

I know who got Ananya murdered.

I also know you have proof.

I am here to take that.

Even if I have proof,

why shall I give it to you?

Hmm?

Because in return I will give you a gold mine.

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

It’s your biggest target before the election.

I know that.

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

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

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

I will join your Party.

Will you now give me the evidence?

You should be in politics.

Do the job first.

You'll get what you want.

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

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

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

What do you think?

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

-But then? -Well...

Personally... a question is bugging me.

After your daughter died,

Haren Mondol had found a drawing in her hostel room.

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

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

Kindly have a look at it?

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

but as a mother maybe you’ll see something.

There’s another information.

A student leader named Ismail was killed a year ago.

The next year that case was… Well…

Ismail was your daughter’s friend.

And your daughter was actively trying to catch his killer.

This could also be a motive behind killing Ananya Sengupta.

Sing again.

For the sake of freedom

So many lives have been sacrificed

Jadu Babu…

Its story is written with the ink of tears

I need to talk to you in private.

Who drew this, Jadu Babu?

How would I know?

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

I know one of the two characters in the drawing.

Who is the other person?

Enough harm is already done, madam.

I cannot take anymore at this age.

The hands that once fed my daughter,

I used the same hands to burn her pyre recently.

Have you suffered more than this?

I understand your pain.

But, you know where the problem lies, madam?

You had just one child.

I have hundreds of them.

When they die before time…

it becomes…

What exactly do you want?

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

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

Won’t you help me a bit?

Why don’t you answer my calls?

Listen, listen to me.

Look, I did just as you told.

I did everything.

Now tell me, when will you stage the play?

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

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

Hello… Hello?

Hello, madam.

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

Bagchi sir told me to show it to you.

Climax scene?

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

Hey, clear up the crowd.

You were right, Laltuda.

When Satyaki returned, he’d have cast Badshah.

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

Oh, Badshah… My son…

Yes, Anu. Tell me.

A mismatch in the pattern.

What kind?

No water.

“Going great guns this summer Bhisma Lochan Sharma

His roar can be heard from Delhi to Burma”

-Who is this? -Who could it be?

An imaginary person.

No.

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

It was the German warship from World War One era.

Emdem.

As in?

As in… the warship Emdem had been destroying Madras.

“Going great guns” means the gunshots of Emdem.

G-U-N.

“Lives in water, strangely violent

And silent".

Exactly.

Lives in water.

Ananya, Bilash Choudhury, Haren Mondol and me…

Think about the murder pattern.

Drowning in water.

But Badshah’s murder doesn’t involve water.

Why?

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

Or is it… the same murderer?

Maybe trying to confuse us?

Laltuda.

Laltuda?

Why did Badshah keep coming to this place?

No idea…

Why he came, what he used to do here…

Since the script was found here…

that means Badshah used to come here often.

That means… some of his things must be here?

-Anu… -Hmm?

So, then… Badshah committed the murders?

Who said that Badshah committed the murders?

Who said so?

My son is not a murderer!

I don’t believe it.

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

Badshah was sending me these hints

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

I see.

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

Bilash Choudhury & Haren Mondol are Satyaki’s enemies.

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

But why seek revenge on Ananya?

And who killed Badshah?

Still not clear.

Anyway,

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

Surely.

I’ll let you know.

Thank you, Inspector.

Why have you been staring at that photograph?

The pattern of the discarded.

As in?

Only Satyaki has the answer to that.

I believe, Jadu Babu knows where Satyaki is.

And we have to find out.

Don’t worry.

I’ll work on that.

We all know you are very close to Jadu Babu.

The night Ananya was murdered,

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

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

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

Where is Satyaki?

Tell us, and nothing like that will happen.

Answer sir’s question.

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

What do you want?

Satyaki is with you.

Right, Jadu Babu?

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

We want to save Satyaki.

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

Let Satyaki meet her.

Ananya is Satyaki’s daughter, Jadu Babu.

She was killed!

How can the father stay in hiding?

Bring out the truth, Jadu Babu.

Please.

Call madam in.

Wow.

His daughter gets killed,

yet, the celebrated social activist,

rebellious playwright, Satyaki Sen

is hiding in a hole like a damn rat!

What did you sell yourself for?

Money or power?

You used to talk about changing the world, right?

This is your new world?

Your utopian world?

Answer me, Satyaki!

Your careerist friend demands an answer from you!

Answer me!

Ranjan.

Can you give us a few minutes?

Thanks.

You had told me,

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

You made that happen, Satyaki!

“I know, we both share

The blame of this destruction

The other side has already paid its price

Soon, we will have to bear the repercussion”

You snatched her away.

Couldn’t keep her, could you?

You’ll still continue to fight, Satyaki?

We were both at fault.

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

So, then, Mitul…

told you who she was?

Ties of blood.

Did she need to tell me?

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

-Why! -What will you do?

-Warn your boss! -Be careful!

What the hell is going on! Enough!

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

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

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

All of you.

And you… Need special invitation?

You wait.

What’s wrong with you, Ananya?

Why’ve you come to the university?

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

Yes, I do.

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

But then I am… someone else’ daughter too.

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

As far as I know, he never denied that.

And I also know that he is waiting.

Waiting eagerly for his daughter.

You… remember me?

If was all going fine.

A little hide & seek between father & daughter.

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

I feel scared. I know…

an unknown power will come and…

That night…

what happened, Satyaki?

That night, Laltuda’s assistant had called.

He said Laltuda is at the ladies hostel.

Wants to meet me urgently.

Stop! Do not go there! Stop!

Mitul! Mitul…

Killed your own daughter, Satyaki Babu?

Huh?

Not just me, the entire world will say so.

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

Do one thing. If you want out,

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

Stop staring now!

One stubborn guy, aren't you?

Get the bugger!

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

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

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

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

You think so?

After what happened to my daughter, I’ll…

go into hiding?

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

they will kill me.

I heard you’re joining politics.

Still so scared?

I’ve got nothing to lose.

Nothing scares me.

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

You really are a true artist.

You are an inspiration, Satyaki Babu.

The evidence you have gathered against Bilash Choudhury…

Hand it over.

I will expose each and every one of them.

I’ll put them in jail.

Join our Party.

If you join politics,

as & however you wish,

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

And I will make all the arrangements.

What do I have to do in return?

Get rid of Ananya somehow. Anyhow.

Sir, do you need anything?

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

Think it through.

The problem is you’ve chosen the wrong guy.

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

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

I’ll come in to clean up the garbage.

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

Am I making myself clear?

And if anything happens to Ananya…

I won’t spare any of you.

The police say...

you promised Badshah a role in your play

in return of those killings.

What play! I had cancelled that damned play!

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

I scrapped it.

So, then…

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

Cancelled that too.

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

Later, I figured it was a trap.

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

No.

I didn’t like the climax.

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

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

cancelled all of it.

Did you… make anyone else read this play?

No, not anyone--

Yes, I did in fact.

I told one person to read it.

Even sent over a premiere invite.

Who… Who is that?

Sir.

Today, again.

Anu.

Another soft toy.

What’s it this time? Gondho Bichar?

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

So, what does this one indicate?

Listen, Ranjan.

I just spoke to your son.

Listen to me carefully.

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

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

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

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

Why didn’t you tell me about this before?

Surprise! How do you like your birthday gift?

Nil…

Leave him! Leave him!

Nil…

Let go of him!

Hey! Who are you! Let him go!

Nil, come on! Nil…

Come!

Nil?

Are you okay? Just a sec. Sit.

Nil… Nil, are you okay? Nil…

Anurekha, you saved our son again…

I don’t have any words to thank you…

Not happening. Not good enough, Jasodhara.

Your play is premiering on 8th April.

As a playwright, that’s terrible acting there.

What play?

What are you saying?

Why… “A Bouquet of Nothing”!

Don’t you know who wrote that play?

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

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

That kind of writing style, its pattern...

Well, it could be anyone but Satyaki.

No one knows that better than me.

This is written by you, Jasodhara.

And, Satyaki didn’t make Badshah Bhisma Lochan.

You did.

You noticed Badshah in Satyaki’s group.

Then you kept using him according to your plan.

Madam.

Yes?

Satyaki sir is not going to do that play.

Hmm.

No one else knows.

I am the only one sir told.

Sad?

I failed again!

I’ve told you so many times.

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

Well, if you want something small…

But I was thinking...

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

I want to give you that.

Really?

A new play, madam?

Satyaki gave his play to me.

I’ll rewrite it.

A Bouquet of Nothing?

A Bouquet of Nothing.

Madam, which character do you want me for?

Bhisma Lochan Sharma.

Bhisma Lochan…

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

in my play Bhisma Lochan Sharma is the hero.

Bhisma Lochan Sharma will take the entire city down.

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

He has his own style.

What style?

No, no… It’s not working.

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

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

Sorry.

I guess Satyaki was right.

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

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

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

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

You fail to become the character.

You fail to understand it.

A man who kills!

Is it that easy?

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

What a joke!

Won’t he try to save himself?

Won’t he struggle?

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

Forever!

Here, it’s done.

That’s it.

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

-I’ve to find someone else. -Madam!

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

Please let me do this…

-I’ll do whatever you say. -Okay.

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

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

You can’t do that, right?

A real life… murder?

Forget it. And stop dreaming.

But, madam… a real murder?

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

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

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

You are just playing out his character in real life.

Can you really do it?

-I can. -I can!

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

Say it.

I can do it!

I can, madam!

We’ve to have her discarded from the world.

But… who is she, madam?

An enemy of the society.

A terrorist who has dressed up as Alhadi.

Your unique method of discarding people is unforgettable.

Why have you been staring at that photograph?

The pattern of the discarded.

Jasodhara has written a new play.

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

Forget it. I have discarded that play.

It started with Ananya.

Then, promising him a role,

you made Badshah commit the murders!

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

Badshah continued to practice the method acting in reality

as taught by his teacher.

Just the way you had written in your climax scene.

Isn’t it, Jasodhara?

You even tried to have me killed by Badshah.

You’re a good teacher, Jasodhara.

It earned you one more pupil.

But he made a tiny mistake.

Poor chap.

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

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

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

After Bhisma Lochan Sharma,

he chose his mother to be his last target.

Right?

Nil?

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

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

The moneyed lot of the society started buying these titles.

Naturally, that would enhance their social power & standing.

The entire country was swarming with undeserving title holders.

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

to mark out the undeserving people.

Order of the British rule.

"Odour" of the British rule.

“Gondho Bichar”.

Nil… Nil!

You’re making a mistake, Nil.

You’ve a bright future ahead.

Career… America… A luxurious life!

Imagine the money…

Stop thinking everyone is like you, Jasodhara Banerjee!

Come on.

I thought you were intelligent, Nil.

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

Use your brain.

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

You had good motive.

I’ll tell you.

Correct me if I am wrong.

Stand for the election.

You’re a popular playwright.

You will surely win.

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

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

What is that?

A girl from your son’s university.

She’s become a problem.

Who is that? Ananya Sengupta?

Hmm.

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

Or is there another reason?

What do you mean?

Student leader… Ismail?

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

Her childhood friend.

Right?

Hmm.

Have to get rid of Ananya before the election.

I cannot be directly involved.

Besides, now that you know everything,

you have to get the job done.

-It’s risky. -I know.

If we can frame Satyaki for all of it,

then obtaining the proof…

becomes cakewalk.

Brilliant. Brilliant!

All kind of brilliant & risky jobs

require equivalent compensation.

What do you want?

I want the cultural ministry.

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

There is proof.

Badshah… Listen.

Everything has been arranged. Okay?

You have to get rid of Ananya Sengupta tomorrow night.

Tomorrow?

But, madam, I heard

that the police is raiding the campus at random hours.

Something about drugs…

I’ll take care of it.

You don’t worry. Hmm?

And listen.

Once the job is done,

leave a soft toy outside Ranjan’s office.

Okay?

Those that took away Ananya…

I won’t spare any of them!

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

It was your plan!

Bravo, bravo, Madam Sengupta.

But you’re late.

The waters have flown too far beyond your reach.

The flood is coming.

Nope.

I struck a separate deal with Amartya Chatterjee.

Your Party will gain the support of our students.

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

Excellent!

You’ve made the impossible happen, Nil.

I kept my word.

Your turn now.

You know who killed Ananya Sengupta?

I heard.

Also heard that she asked for the assembly election ticket.

You’re a big politician, an intelligent politician.

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

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

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

Only I can ensure that for you.

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

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

Tell me honestly, Nil.

Could I have killed Ananya?

Okay, then kill me.

If you really believe I did this,

then kill me, Nil.

Kill me…

Kill me!

Jasodhara!

Jasodhara…

Ranjan…

Ranjan, calm down. Listen to me carefully.

You killed an innocent girl.

Her daughter! Now you want to kill my son?

What you are doing is wrong, Jasodhara!

What’s wrong in it?

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

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

No one remembers it. Success is the ultimate thing.

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

Trivial things?

Your pride is destroying you, Jasodhara!

I am an artist!

My pride fuels me!

An ordinary girl from the suburbs.

Trying to land a tiny role in a play,

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

Now, here’s where she stands.

I rule the theatre world of Bengal today.

I’m a powerful name.

I stomp over men like you.

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

You can’t stop me.

I won’t stop.

Any hindrance comes my way…

I will not think twice before crushing it to pieces!

By killing?

By making criminals out of the young generation?

This is your art?

The people are intelligent.

They know that artists like you should be crumbled brutally!

The same will happen to you in time.

What will you do?

What can you do…

You’ll expose me?

You’ll seek justice on social media?

A candlelight march perhaps?

No one cares…

No one cares!

Matter of time… People forget everything!

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

When a mother gives birth to a human life…

When she raises that child with her affection & love…

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

Stop!

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

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

Now that candle has turned into a volcano!

Stop it!

You never found me

I never found you

My feet are tired of walking barefoot

Wounded, I now bid farewell

I am bird, searching for a nest

I wonder where I have arrived

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

The pain of turning away a loved one

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

The world knows

The pain of turning away a loved one

But I wonder what makes me

Stand still

You call it ‘madness’

But pain is inevitable

Why do I still want you?

How do I explain this...

The sky is on fire The birds burn down

I live on, wearing a garland of burnt feathers

Picking up the shedding leaves of autumn

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

Let me go, let me go

Let me go, let me go

The world knows

What it means to turn away a loved one