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Is it ready?

When did I ask for it?

Almost done.

Come back.

Get back here right now.

I'll slog all day and you'll have fun.

What is it?

I asked for some chips. Why can't you get it?

Why can't you answer?

You slut! I'll bring home the money and you'll enjoy it.

Are you tired of me?

Say it... Say it...

Let Mom go.

Dad, let go of Mom.

Bloody hell! All I wanted was some chips.

Leave Mom alone.

I'm beating my wife. What's your problem?

Go study.

I've been trying to concentrate for a long time but I can't.

This has been happening for a long time.

- Please stop. Will you stop now, please? - Get out.

Go to your room. Nothing is going on here.

Your dad will cool down in some time.

- Then the three of us... - Will go out for dinner.

It's your birthday at midnight.

Listen to your mother for once. Go to your room.

Finish your homework. I'll finish... Anyway...

Did you give birth to this thing? This bastard?

He can't be mine.

He's so disobedient.

He can't be my son.

- Who else did you sleep with? - Let Mom go.

Let Mom go, you rascal!

Did you not hear me, idiot? Let Mom go.

Say it again.

Let Mom go, rascal.

- Say it again. - Let Mom go, rascal.

- Say it again. - Let Mom go, rascal.

- Say it again. - Let Mom go, rascal.

I'll beat you to a pulp.

Get lost.

Don't forget that I'm the one who pays for stuff around here.

You've taught him to misbehave like this.

Who else did you sleep with? Is he my son? Tell me.

I'll kill you.

Answer me.

Or I'll thrash answers out of you.

Hello, Bhowanipore Police Station?

There has been a murder.

I've murdered my father just moments back.

The address is 105, Harish Mukherjee Road.

Once you cross the park, it's the third house on the right.

Yes... Please come fast. Okay.

Happy birthday to me.

This is my father, Debiprasad Bhowmik.

And this little boy is me.

I'll give you a brief introduction.

Then I'll be able to tell you the actual story properly.

Otherwise, we'll spend all our time... Anyway.

My father was a serious makeup artist.

It was a form of worship for him.

He didn't care about anyone.

Once he scolded an actor for chatting in the middle of the makeup session.

After that everyone fell in line.

Anyway...

My mother left us when I was very young.

My father meant the world to me.

I followed in his footstep and started a career in makeup.

I started studying it.

Father taught me as well.

I started learning with all my heart.

I started going to the neighbourhood library.

I began devouring all the books on makeup I could get my hands on.

Then with the access to the internet, I was unstoppable.

Not just makeup, I started delving into prosthetics, special effects...

plastic surgery, colours, drawing, art etc.

National and international artistes... Oh, yeah...

I completely forgot to tell you... That's where I got my name...

Van Gogh is the real deal, bro. He is a true artiste.

He was never appreciated during his life.

He never sold a painting in his lifetime.

But now the entire world is crazy about his work.

Actually, he was much ahead of his time.

Genius!

- He had enough support. - What do you mean?

He was nothing without the support of his brother Theo and friend Ganguin.

- What are you saying? - Basically, he was mad.

Just because he cut off his ear doesn't make him a genius.

You can call Picasso or Dali genius.

- They brought in a newness in their art. - That Van Gogh did too.

Please, no point saying that, buddy.

You can say Van Gogh's strokes had newness in them.

Otherwise, it's all Monet and Manet.

They're all amateurs.

- What? - Excuse me.

Everyone is an amateur compared to Leonardo.

The names you just mentioned were just painters.

But if there is true genius then it has to be Leonardo da Vinci.

He wasn't only an artiste but a scientist too.

According to you, Van Gogh, Picasso, Rembrandt, Dali are all amateurs.

- Absolutely! - Are you kidding me?

Why would I?

If you want to argue, you must study about it.

The only artiste who might come close is probably Michelangelo.

But Leo is Leo.

- Have you been smoking up? - Tell us how?

- How? - Yes.

I'll explain it to you.

One must do some research into the subject.

Watch your mouth.

Da Vinci was the first to prove to the world that art is science and science is art.

Forget the paintings.

The sculptures, the designs for helicopters and other machines...

Blueprints of different weapons, the hydraulics, the pulley and so many other works.

Tell me who else has been able to do it.

Has anyone come close to his achievements?

Give me one name.

He is a Da Vinci fanboy.

So what's your name? Da Vinci's fan, Vinci Da?

Whatever my name was...

but the name given by those two intellectuals that day became popular.

That name stuck with me.

Yes, I'm Vinci Da.

And this is my story.

I am happy to announce that the honourable court...

has been pleased to rule in favour of my client Mr. Shyamsundar Jaiswal.

He has been awarded unconditional acquittal with all damages included.

Due to lack of any substantial evidence against him.

Mr. Jaiswal, your reaction on your release?

I am very happy.

I've been acquitted. I knew I was innocent.

And the court said the same thing today.

So, are you saying the Rs. 2500 crore scam didn't happen?

Please don't harass my client. Enough.

- No more questions. - Let me take this.

See, the scam did happen.

And someone has done it.

But High Court just said that that person is not me.

Mr. Jaiswal, one last question.

The company, the hotel, the resort is all yours.

Then, who did the scam?

Just blame it on the legendary criminal Nando Ghosh.

Hail Lord Vishnu!

Hail Lord Vishnu!

Put this on his head, heart and feet.

The person whose shadow I've been under...

The person I learnt my craft from...

The person who never let me feel the absence of a mother...

That person left me alone one day.

I wanted to remember his living, smiling face.

Not the stone cold dead face.

I avoided looking at his face while performing the last rites.

But finally when I saw his face...

I couldn't bear looking at it.

Sir, where are you going?

- He's gone crazy. - He just lost his dad.

He used to love his father a lot.

What are you doing?

Have you lost your mind?

Can't you see his face is looking so lifeless?

My father was an artiste.

He should look good for his farewell.

Just these flowers won't do justice.

What is he talking about?

He's gone bonkers.

Makeup was done.

My father entered the set.

And we waited quietly for the shot to be over.

I met one of Father's friends from the film industry.

He said time for experimenting and studying is over.

I must earn a living now.

I'll never be famous if I don't get my act together.

He gave me the contact of a famous director.

He asked me to meet for work.

I forgot to tell you about Jaya.

She is very sweet girl from my neighbourhood.

I used to like her a lot.

I was very serious about her, I swear.

You can call it love.

She was by my side through the ups and downs, even from a distance.

She was my inspiration to do great work.

It was my plan to do something great for her.

But it was difficult to meet her or talk to her.

Her father was very strict.

And what did you do after that?

I drove the car back, sir.

But the accused left the hotel lobby with his girlfriend, Ms. Gupta.

Where did you join them?

Boss had called me.

So, I met them on the way.

And I took the keys.

So, were you driving the car when the accident happened?

Yes, sir.

And your boss's girlfriend was sitting with you instead of him?

Yes, sir.

Sure?

Yes, sir.

So, when the car hit the divider, killing Ms. Gupta on the spot...

you were driving the car, not your boss?

Yes, sir.

And before the crash, the car ran over five people sleeping on the pavement...

you were driving the car, not your boss?

They constantly want fresh blood. Is this a blood bank?

Sir, Debiprasad's son is here.

Send him here.

- Here he comes. - Who?

Come here.

Are you talking about Debi Bhowmik?

Isn't he from the Ice Ages?

He passed away recently.

A common friend asked me to meet his son to give him work.

Hello, sir.

Abhijeet told me about you.

Do you have any skills or are you using your father's name to get work?

I am good at what I do.

Great.

Why did you leave Sujit's shoot?

What?

I felt insulted that's why.

Why?

He told me before the shoot started that we have to compete with Bombay.

I was doing the prosthetic makeup.

A man who had been in a blast.

I had spent four and a half hours to get the actor ready.

Sujit said it was excellent work.

But then he said...

The prosthetic makeup was so realistic, the blood, the skin...

that the Censor Board would chop that scene off.

If that was the case, why did he push me so hard?

That's why I quit.

You want to surpass the Bombay film industry, right?

I don't want to. I can.

And I can do it in half the budget.

Got it.

Hey, come here.

Call Vikram and push the call time by an hour.

Okay.

Take him to the actress and explain the character to him.

Okay.

Go with him.

- Go ahead. - Thank you, sir.

I want to see your work.

Fresh blood.

- You are unneccesarily tensed. - It's not about that.

- It's nothing. Nothing will happen. - Things are getting worse.

It's not about confidence. It's okay. Nothing to worry about.

These people again.

No comments. No comments.

You'll get to know anyway. Please move out of the way.

- Please give way. - Excuse me. Excuse us.

Please... No comments...

He got the acquittal after all.

He was supposed to get it anyway.

The last judge got transferred.

The one before him died mysteriously.

Who will take this kind of pressure?

What happened to the girl?

What else?

If she has money, she'll appeal again.

Next, it'll go to the Supreme Court.

The person who was raped will have to prove that she was raped yet again.

Ridiculous!

He is very perverted.

He has a distorted mind.

He is very experimental.

And he films himself in the act.

Hey!

What have you done?

Didn't my assistant brief you?

He just told me about the character.

I found out about the entire story and today's scene.

I did this makeup after I figured out the flow of the scene.

After so much effort, you came up with this ugly, realistic makeup?

Don't you understand gloss at all?

What is the problem with beauty?

Sir, the character is starving for 10 days.

She's struggling.

If she looks like a glamourous model, will we be doing justice to the audience?

This is an urban mainstream film.

People will be watching the heroine and her acting not your makeup.

Makeup is a part of acting.

So is the camera's angle.

The writer's dialogue is as much a part of the acting as is the production design.

We don't need you right now.

If there's something in the future projects, we'll call you. Good bye.

What is so funny?

Sir, you asked me if I was using my father's name to get work.

Sir, I'm not doing it but...

I can see you're using your late uncle's legacy to get work in the industry.

The first film was good. But I couldn't sit through the next four.

Horrible makeup, horrible costume.

The most horrible thing was the art.

Absolutely no research on props, right?

Who the hell do you think you are?

Nobody.

I'm one of the technicians who you haven't paid despite having a lot of black money.

Hey.

You will not get a job here or anywhere else in the country.

I know.

That's why I want to tell you something before I leave.

It's just your luck that even after being such a bad actor, you're still a super star.

And you know that very well.

So don't show your expertise about makeup.

Makeup is an art.

Your thick brain can't handle it.

Bloody swine!

You didn't get the job?

Nope.

They abused me and threw me out, bloody idiots.

Forget about them.

You'll find another job.

Like hell, I will.

They're very powerful people.

They'll not let me work in the film industry anymore.

That's okay.

You can...find some other work...

You have time.

Because I stammer...

they can't find a groom for me...

We'll get married, right?

During the rituals, you'll have to chant Sanskrit words...

How will you utter those?

I've thought about it.

I'm quite stressed about it.

- The priest from the neighbourhood... - Bonomali...

I've learnt the important part.

I'll just say that.

Repeatedly... What will you say?

You know...

"May my heart be yours.

- May your heart... - May your heart...

Catch that man! Pickpocket!

Thank you, brother.

Thank you.

So, where are you going right now?

We have to go to the police station.

What?

Yeah, you broke the law.

Now we have to put it back together.

- What do you mean? - You'll see.

I lied a little while ago.

This is the first time in my boring life I've got a chance to be the hero.

That's why I couldn't help myself.

This is not just my story.

It's his story too.

He was a little screwed up since he was a kid.

He has a sharp mind. He's very well read.

And he's crazy about Law.

He wanted to be a criminal lawyer.

He loved his mother.

His father was a drunk scum.

And that's where the trouble started.

He killed his father exactly half an hour before he turned 18...

and escaped the death penalty.

Oh, you're here?

I'm ready to go.

Let's go.

Do you want some chips?

He freed his mother from that horrible life.

But strangely, his mother got scared.

She thought he was crazy and left him alone.

He killed his father. His mother left him.

For the lack of opportunity, situation, time and money...

He couldn't become a criminal lawyer.

Instead, he got a criminal record.

But he was not one to give up.

He continued studying Law even inside the asylum.

He would feel very unsettled if he was not close to the Law.

So, he started going to the court after being released from the asylum.

He started taking notes on the difficult cases.

Then he set up his own office outside the courtroom.

Experienced lawyers would drop by to take his advice on cases.

He earned a lot of money.

But by that time, Adi Bose had completely lost his mind.

Mukherjee, of all the police stations under me...

yours is the most efficient.

So, see to it, this doesn't happen again.

It won't, sir.

If we get a high profile case.

Involving ministers, businessmen etc...

- Then we'll need your help. - Of course, I'll look into it.

- You can't go in. - It's urgent.

Sorry, sir. He just barged in.

Wait. Yes, tell me.

There's a pickpocket in my car.

He was beaten very badly by a mob. He's dying.

Please look into it.

Take a look. Give him the keys.

The car is not locked.

Where did you find him?

I was on my way to the court.

Saw him... Brought him here.

I'm a lawyer, sir.

Where do you practice? Alipore Court?

No... Actually, I don't...

I haven't started yet. About to start my practice.

- Civil? - No.

Criminal.

Sir?

He is in a very bad state.

We've to take him to the hospital right now.

Then, take him.

Why didn't you take him to the hospital? What if he died?

But, sir, the Law?

Law comes before everything else.

Life and death are secondary.

Okay.

Actually, the Law is our living, Mr...

- Adi Bose. - Adi Bose.

The thing is, if the criminal dies...

we can't follow him into the pyre to cuff him.

But Law's hands are not that long.

That's why you need a hook like me.

Like picking a fruit from the tree.

Sir, what sections will you book him under?

Normal ones... Whatever is applicable for pickpocketing.

There are no provisions for pickpocketing in the Indian Penal Code.

You'll have to book him under theft.

378 and 379.

And there's mental trauma caused to the person he stole from.

That amounts to voluntary harassment, so you can charge him under Section 323, as well.

Good bye.

What was his name?

Are you done?

How much longer?

You have to wait. You're too restless.

Sit quietly. Don't move. And don't blink at all.

Irritating me all the time.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

- Do you want some tea, Uncle? - Yeah.

I left town for a few days...

and you've screwed things up in the meantime.

Got it.

What have I done wrong this time?

What? Don't you want to work in the industry anymore?

You've picked a fight again in the studio.

They've complained to you, right?

They were saying a lot of mean things to me. I kept quiet.

They said whatever they felt like.

I'm a self-respecting artiste. How can I tolerate such nonsense?

Apparently, I use my dad's name to get work and I don't have any makeup skills.

Those bloody idiots.

I work from the heart.

And the director criticising my work just runs an assembly line factory.

All he wants is to earn money. He is not interested in films at all.

- I'm the only one who says... - Why don't you adjust a bit.

Absolutely not.

Am I a newbie that I'll keep my head down?

I'm poor but I'm proud of my work. I am happy.

I heard you're doing makeup for the kids' plays and brides to earn money.

- An artiste like you... - An artiste doesn't differentiate...

The ordinary girl I dress up on her wedding day...

the happiness on her face is nothing less than the National Award.

It's difficult work.

And you were talking about the kids' play? Damn right, I do them.

They are more honest than the film people.

The honesty with which they perform...

the big directors and so called actors from the industry will soil their pants.

They'll feel ashamed.

So you will not change, right?

Will you have some biscuits?

I delve into your mind but find only masks

Like a hunter waiting to kill You hide

I look into your eyes I'm lost in your train of thoughts

The sore wounds don't stop bleeding

The one you see, the one you feel Is not real

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

Every day

The stench of burning flesh Comes from your room

Darkness grabs me

Your heart cages the gods

Mankind creeps towards extinction

The one you see, the one you feel Is not real

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

Does Mr. Vinci live here?

Da... It's Vinci Da.

Tell me.

I wanted to talk to you about a film.

Film...

Please take a seat. Please sit.

Give me a minute.

Sorry... The house is a mess...

- Would you like some tea? - No, thank you.

- There's a film being made. - Oh, okay.

Shyamsundar Jaiswal, the businessman.

- Shyamsundar was in... - Jail but not anymore.

It's based on his life. He's had a very interesting life.

Biopic... Bumba, the superstar will play his character.

Okay.

We were trying out prosthetic makeup.

We spoke to some people in Bombay.

Dates are clashing.

And the cost is very high.

Really high.

That's why we decided to get someone from Kolkata.

Everyone in the industry vouched for you.

Are you interested?

What?

It's a huge offer.

Such a great opportunity.

Actually, I've been doing it for a long time.

I've been doing research for the last 10 years.

But there's not much prosthetic work...

I know.

Yeah...

But I've been carrying on with my work.

So, I can do it.

But prosthetics are expensive.

That's alright.

But how would it be?

Will it be like a mask?

It'll be very real. You won't be able to tell the difference.

- You get it? - I get it?

The person whose face we'll be copying...

the colour of his skin, each wrinkle...

the colour of his eyes...

- Will it match? - Absolutely...

You won't be able to tell them apart.

- I'll match it exactly. - That's exactly what I want.

For a perfect fit, I'll have to measure Bumba's face.

The mask has to be fixed on his face.

- You get it? - You'll have to make a sample first.

Make one according to my face.

Let me show it to them.

Let them see it.

If it's approved you can go and take Bumba's measurement.

We're in a hurry.

It'll be done on time.

I'll have to buy the chemicals and materials.

- So, if you can give some advance... - Of course... Here you go.

What's this?

This has Jaiswal's photos and videos for your reference.

There's a difference in their heights and body structures...

- There won't be an issue... - Are you sure?

I can make him fatter with a body suit.

- I can make him wear heels... - Won't be too different, right?

It would be exact. No one will be able to tell.

Great! You get to work. When should I come?

Some events alter our lives so much that...

you think while drinking...

What would my life be if that event didn't happen?

What would happen to me?

Would I then...

Yes, meeting Adi Bose was that life altering event for me.

It was very difficult to ignore the part of my brain that he had tickled.

Art, my friend, art.

Asking me to do a complicated and difficult makeup was like...

asking a starving tiger to taste a deer.

And you know what?

The relationship between an artiste and the blank canvas is like...

lovers' naked bodies.

Do you remember the feeling of touching your lover for the first time?

I felt the same way.

I felt a spark when I touched his face for the first time.

This canvas will make me paint a masterpiece.

And that's what happened.

Standing in front of the mirror...

the duet between my hand and his face...

had resulted in something like a Vitruvian Man.

I delve into your mind but find only masks

Like a hunter waiting to kill You hide

I look into your eyes I'm lost in your train of thoughts

The sore wounds don't stop bleeding

The one you see, the one you feel Is not real

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

Every day

The stench of burning flesh Comes from your room

Darkness grabs me

Your heart cages the gods

Mankind creeps towards extinction

The one you see, the one you feel Is not real

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

Every day

What's burning in that head of yours?

Let it burn But the beehive doesn't break

You have the fever without a cure

This everlasting fear doesn't let go

The one you see, the one you feel Is not real

He lives in a lonely corner

He hears the dead scream

He lives in a lonely corner

This bank has been robbed in broad daylight.

The person behind this crime is famous businessman, Shyamshundar Jaiswal.

He can be clearly spotted on the bank's CCTV footage and phone videos.

He pointed his gun at us and took all the money.

There was a scuffle with the security guard.

Then he shot the man.

I still have shivers down my spine.

I have seen with my own eyes that it was Shyamsundar Jaiswal.

The guy who was involved in the scam.

He came in and threatened everyone.

He pointed his gun at everyone and took all the money.

He even got into a scuffle with the security guard.

He shot the security guard.

He's missing since morning. Police are looking into it.

We've started the investigation.

The area has been cordoned off.

You'll get to know if we discover any new information.

Till then please wait outside. Thank you.

No one is being allowed inside the bank.

Even DCDD Bijoy Poddar has no further comments.

Hello, Rajdeep.

Yes, I had kept my phone switched off.

You know that I have my appointment with Pinky.

What should I do now?

What the heck is this? I don't understand.

The media will say anything, Rajdeep.

Bail?

What do you think? I'll murder someone for petty cash?

Okay, I'm canceling everything and heading to the farmhouse.

But for how many days?

Any other number? SMS?

Take me to the farmhouse.

We're standing in front of Shyamsundar Jaiswal's house.

He's missing since the bank robbery in the morning.

We've been trying to reach him since morning but he remains at large.

But according to his office colleagues he is out of the city.

He's the same guy involved in the scam.

I saw him with my own eyes.

His lawyer just told us he is not in the city.

My client had mentioned that he'll be going out of Kolkata today.

And I know it's true.

I'm sure my client is innocent.

Then who robbed the bank?

I really don't know where he is.

He never tells me anything.

I can understand but...