All language subtitles for Brown.S01E06_track3_[eng]

[Man]: 'What did you think?
That Poltu would never grow up?'

'Now, he'll demand answers.'

'When agony consumes you
up to your ankles,'

'death becomes a gift.'

'That's the law of nature.'

'The ultimate truth.'

'The ultimate truth...
The ultimate truth...'

(title music playing)

[Nitin]: 'You really like the water,
don't you?'

[Rita]: 'My father promised
to bring me here.'

'But we never came.'

[Nitin]: 'Well, we're here now.'

[Rita]: 'This isn't real.'

[Nitin]: 'Depends where you're standing.'

'This... This could be the truth.'

'You know they say,'

'Where there's great grief,
there's also great love.'

[Rita]: 'I just want to be
with you, Nitin.'

'Why did you leave me?'

[Nitin]: 'You always have a choice
to come with me.'

[Janice]: Rita.

Rita.

Rita.

Rita.

Rita.
(Rita gasps)

You're growing old
before your time, my girl.

I've left breakfast on the table.
Make sure you eat...

[Arjun]: Sir, I need a minute.
I have a request.

[Mohan]: Go ahead, Arjun.

[Arjun]: Sir, I need two arrest warrants.

[Mohan]: For whom?

[Arjun]: Sir, Dheeraj Jaiswal
and Sanjay Jaiswal.

[Mohan]: What?

And on what basis will you arrest them?

A flimsy testimony of a prostitute?

[Arjun]: Sir,
a testimony is a testimony.

It doesn't matter who gives it.

And this crime is so heinous that...
[Mohan]: Look, Arjun.

[Mohan]: I'm with you on this.

But before taking such a major step,

we need to have some evidence
that the court will actually accept.

And we don't have that.

Sorry.

(Dheeraj inhales)

[Dheeraj]: Bad shot, Mitra.

[Man 1]: Sir, the bets are closed.
The race is about to start.

[Mr Jhunjhunwala]: I've placed mine
on Satyagraha.

He had the best start
in the last four derbies.

[Dheeraj]: Hmm.
(Dheeraj inhales)

Wrong choice, Mr Jhunjhunwala.

Satyagraha will fail
in the Kolkata Derby.

[Mitra]: And who have you bet on, Dheeraj?

[Dheeraj]: Centurion, Number 6.

Pedigree Chevalier Salt.

(Dheeraj chuckles)
Today is definitely its day.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Hmm?

[Detective]: Sanjay's US visa is ready.

[Detective]: He should leave as soon
as possible. [Dheeraj]: Immigration?

[Detective]: I've had
the system checked, sir.

There's no lookout order.

Shall I book the tickets?

[Dheeraj]: Talk to my PA.
He'll do the needful.

So, what did I miss, guys?

[Mitra]: Your Centurion lost,
Dheeraj.

[Dheeraj]: Then who won?

[Mr Jhunjhunwala]: Satyagraha.

(Dheeraj exhales)

[Usha]: 'Ideally,
I should just forget it all.'

'But they said doing this
would lighten the burden.'

'But I hope no one ever hears this.'

'May all the pain remain trapped
in this phone.'

'Buried. Lost forever.'

(Arjun exhales)

[Arjun]: I can't believe this.

All of this is happening in Kolkata,
right around our homes.

There, Sanjay with Ahana,

and here, Deepak to Usha.

Neither of them
said a word to anyone.

How's that possible?

[Rita]: Wait a minute.

[Usha]: 'I just want
to say a few things.'

'Ideally, I should just forget it all.'

'But they said doing this
would lighten the burden.'

[Rita]: 'They said.'

Usha made this recording
because someone told her to.

[Arjun]: A friend?

(Hemant inhales)

[Hemant]: As far as I know,

Usha didn't have any friends
in Kolkata.

She lived all by herself.

[Deepak]: Yes, sir.
She didn't even go out.

[Rita]: She didn't go out
or you didn't let her?

[Deepak's wife]: No, no.

She used to go for walks
in the evening

from five to seven.

If the mother is healthy,
only then the boy...

(Deepak inhales)

[Arjun]: Sections 375, 509, 340.

Rape, harassment, confinement.

The minimum sentence
is life imprisonment.

I'll give you some advice.

It'd be better if you don't
waste money on a lawyer.

[Deepak]: Sir, ma'am... Sir, ma'am!

[Deepak's wife]: What was he saying?

[Deepak's wife]: Say something.
[Deepak]: Sir!

[Deepak's wife]: Say something.
Hemant? (Deepak's wife cries)

[Rita]: Where was Usha going
after leaving the house?

[Arjun]: Narendrapur.

But Rahman said
there were no location points there.

The phone was switched off
before the murder

at Biswa Bangla circle.

[Female reporter]: Ma'am, how does
it feel to be back on this case?

[Male reporter]: Ma'am, do you think
both murders were committed by...

[Female reporter]: Could it be
a serial killer?

Ma'am, in present times,
how safe are the girls in the city?

[Rita]: Ram Bahadur.
[Ram Bahadur]: Yes, ma'am.

(reporters inquiring)
[Ram Bahadur]: Sorry, ma'am.

Something seems to be stuck
in the fuel gauge.

[Female reporter]: Have you found
any new facts in this case?

[Ram Bahadur]: Okay, ma'am.
[Rita]: Let's go.

(reporters inquiring)

[Rita]: Who owns this property?

[Arjun]: It's an unclaimed property.

It's within the factory premises,

but there's
an ongoing legal dispute.

The Metro Railway Extension workers
came by,

and they were the ones
who informed the police.

[Rita]: The murderer made sure
the body wouldn't be found.

Maybe we're at an advantage.

And if it's the same murderer for both,

he must be incapacitating the victims.

And by the time
they regain consciousness,

they have no way to fight back.

Classic serial killer.

[Arjun]: It'll be tough to establish
a pattern of serial killing.

But I'll look for similar cases
in the archives anyway.

[Rita]: He's not going to stop.

There are many more in danger.

'Lion Airlines, Sanjay Jaiswal'

(Nonnie breathes heavily)

[Nonnie]: 'I'm a father,
and I'm doing what I can!'

I can see what you're doing!

It's my fault!

I thought, eventually, you'd...

But you haven't changed one bit!
Not a single change!

You've only ever thought
about Sanjay!

Ahana and I...
(Nonnie stammers)

We never mattered to you!

You think about Sanjay,
but what about my daughter?

(Nonnie sobs)
My girl is gone!

And you're the one who killed her!

[Dheeraj]: Who are you going to tell?

[Nonnie]: What's it to you?

(Dheeraj inhales)

[Dheeraj]: Fine. Tell them.

But when this comes out,

everyone will only have questions
for Ahana's mother.

'Why didn't you stop it?'

They will say,
'It was Ahana's misfortune'

'that she had a mother like you.'

I know. I know you're not a bad mother.

But the media will drag your name...

[Nonnie]: It's your name
on the line!

You should be worried! I'm not!

[Dheeraj]: You use it, too,
just like Ahana did.

[Nonnie]: That's the real misfortune here.

[Song]: "Love is a black honeybee.
Do not fall into its depth."

"Love is a black honeybee.
Do not fall into its depth."

"The one who ties her mind with that
addiction never gets any solace."

"Never gets any solace..."

"Love is a black honeybee.
Do not fall into its depth."

"The one who ties her mind with that
addiction never gets any solace."

"Never gets any solace..."

"Deep love keeps hidden,
the girl from the jungle country."

"Deep love keeps hidden,
the girl from the jungle country."

"Unbaked clay turns
into a baked brick."

"The path of the stream
knows the flow."

"The path of the stream
knows the flow."

(shutter door opening)

(footsteps and door opening)

(switch turning off)

(door closing)

[Song]: "They remain hidden"

"amidst the screams on the footpath."

"Let us walk the wrong way
down the street"

"where the road itself loses faith."

"So many stories in so much history,"

"yet rebellion
only awakens in dreams."

"So many stories
in so much history,"

"yet rebellion only awakens in dreams."

"Silence the one who keeps
himself hidden, unwilling to yield."

[Arjun]: Check all the files.

I want the cases
from outside Kolkata as well.

[Madan]: Yes, sir.

[Rahman]: Sir!

[Arjun]: Yes, Rahman.

[Rahman]: Sir, look at this.

2014, Dibrugarh.

A 25-year-old girl, hands and feet
severed, and then decapitated.

2007, Talcher.

A seven-year-old boy was butchered
with a sickle in a factory compound.

2007, Sawai Madhopur.

A 14-year-old girl was struck
on the neck with a sword.

2018, Talcher.

A seven-year-old girl
in a factory compound...

[Arjun]: Rahman.

This isn't the right way.

We have to find a pattern.

Take all these files
to the Cyber Cell.

[Rahman]: Alright, sir.

[Arjun]: Where did you find him?
[Constable]: Howrah Station, sir.

[Saikat]: Why do you keep chasing me
time and again?

[Arjun]: Saikat.

Your girlfriend, Shefali...

She has filed a domestic violence
complaint against you.

We didn't have
any hard evidence last time.

But this time, it's a direct complaint.

Get ready.

[Saikat]: Shefali will withdraw
the complaint.

[Arjun]: Go on.

[Saikat]: She told you
about the violence.

She didn't mention the pleasure.

She likes all of that.

She likes a man who can dominate her.

(Arjun laughs)

[Arjun]: Man?

(Arjun sniffles)

(Saikat grunts)

[Saikat]: Sir! Sir!

[Arjun]: Where were you on Thursday?

[Saikat]: I had a gig with my band.

[Arjun]: Where were you at night?

[Saikat]: Institute of Chemical Biology.

[Arjun]: Who have you bribed there?

[Saikat]: SRP! Special Research Project!

Under Professor Dasgupta! Go check!

(Saikat exhales)

[Arjun]: Let's check it out.

[Constable]: Hey, move it!

[Rita]: What?
[Arjun]: Let it be.

[Arjun]: I think the
Jains might've found out

that Usha was making a voice
recording. And so, they killed her.

They staged her crime scene
exactly like Ahana's murder case.

And besides, Ahana's murder case

was being broadcast by the media
day and night anyway.

[Rita]: But no one in the Jain
family has medical training,

including Ankit.

Their alibis check out, and
their call detail records are clear.

[Rahman]: Sir, ma'am, just a minute.

Sir, you asked me to sort through
the archived cases.

I've found an identical case.
This article is from 2001.

A student at Bombay Medical College
decapitated someone

with a meat cleaver.

[Rita]: Bagchi is a graduate
of Bombay Medical College.

What's the name of this journalist?

[Rahman]: Harshvardhan Ghote, ma'am.

[Rahman]: Sir, you're on mute.
Please unmute yourself.

(the journalist chuckles)

[Mr Ghote]: 'Can you
hear me now, ma'am?'

[Rita]: Yes, go on.
[Mr Ghote]: 'Okay.'

[Mr Ghote]: 'You see,
back in our day,'

'we used to actually
hunt down stories to write news,'

'unlike the kids today,'

'who just sit
in air-conditioned cabins'

'and type things out on a computer.'

[Rita]: But regarding the article
we're discussing...

(journalist chuckles)

[Mr Ghote]: 'Wait.'

'Catalogue.'

'All my work from 40 years
is in here.'

'I'll show you
that news piece you want, too.'

'Just a minute. One minute.'

'A headless corpse found
within a medical college premises.'

'Basically, the head was chopped off.'

[Arjun]: But, sir,
yours is the only article on this.

There's no mention of it in
any other newspaper or police file.

(journalist laughs)

[Mr Ghote]: 'My dear,
when no murder even occurred,'

'how could there be a case
or a report?'

[Rita]: But you've written here...

[Mr Ghote]: 'You see, what happened
was someone cut the head off'

'a corpse in
the Bombay Medical College morgue.'

'Now, killing a dead person again'

'doesn't exactly count as murder,
does it?'

[Arjun]: So, who was that student, sir?

[Mr Ghote]: 'Who knows?'

'Since it wasn't a murder,
our editor got really furious.'

'And so, I just stopped writing
about that whole story.'

(journalist scoffs)

[Rita]: But how did you
find this story?

(journalist laughs)

[Mr Ghote]: 'Ma'am,
I have 40 years of experience.'

'I have my connections
here and there too.'

'Yes.'
(journalist laughs)

'There was a morgue assistant.'

'What was his name? Yes. Anish.'

'Anish Poddar was his name.'

[Arjun]: Would he still be there?
(journalist scoffs)

[Mr Ghote]: 'Who knows?
He might be or he might not.'

[Rita]: Okay. Thank you, Mr Ghote.

[Ghote]: 'Is that it? Is that all?'

(Ghote sighs)
'Okay.'

[Arjun]: When did
Sasmit Bagchi graduate?

[Rahman]: Sir,
according to the records, 2004.

[Rita]: So, in 2001,
Bagchi was at that same college.

[Househelp]: Ma'am,
shall I pack this?

[Ananya]: There's no need
for this now.

[Househelp]: Okay.

(knock on door)

[Nonnie]: I haven't come
to stop you.

[Ananya]: It's not my fault.

Even if someone else
were in my place,

the divorce would've still happened.

[Nonnie]: I know.

Despite marrying into this family,

you could never truly become
a part of it.

It's my fault.

Had I told you everything earlier,
then perhaps all of this...

[Ananya]: That Dheeraj Jaiswal...
He's a freaking monster.

He knew everything that was going on.

But he let it happen.

And Nonnie...

She's a mother.

(Ananya sobs and sniffles)

(Ananya inhales)
[Ananya]: I'm sorry.

Will Ahana ever get justice?

[Arjun]: Ananya, you're an insider.

We'll need evidence
against Dheeraj and Sanjay.

Without that, there'll be
no warrant and no arrest.

(Ananya inhales)

[Ananya]: I think I can help.

[Bertha]: Be gentle, darling.

[Lisa]: That's your fake foot, gran.
[Bertha]: Even then.

[Janice]: Lisa, I've made you your
favourite Shepherd's Pie, darling.

[Lisa]: Thank you. One minute.

[Janice]: Come, let's get up.
[Lisa]: Yes. Bobadics.

Yes.

[Janice]: You'll have
to mind these steps...

[Sandip]: Aa...

[Sandip]: Rita?
(Bertha sighs)

[Bertha]: Yes, yes.
You're at the right place.

[Janice]: Are you her colleague?

[Sandip]: No, I'm Sandip.

Rita invited me for dinner.

Rum balls. These are for you.

She said you'd like them.

[Janice]: Oh! They are my favourite!
(Janice laughs)

Yes, thank you!
(Sandip laughs)

[Bertha]: Rita didn't say
she was dating.

[Sandip]: No...
(Sandip scoffs)

It's... It's not like that.

[Bertha]: Then what is it like?
[Lisa]: Gran.

[Lisa]: The cab's waiting.
[Bertha]: Okay, come on.

[Sandip]: Let me help you.
[Bertha]: Oh, thank you.

[Janice]: Take care, Bertha.

[Lisa]: Bye.
[Janice]: Bye.

(Lisa kisses Janice)

(sound of wine
being pored in the glass)

(Janice exhales)

[Janice]: No matter
how much you call or text her...

(Sandip chuckles)

[Janice]: It's an acquired taste, dear.

(Janice and Sandip laugh)

(Janice clears throat)

[Janice]: That's her father.

[Sandip]: Was she close to him?
[Janice]: Um-hmm.

Very.

(Janice smacks lips)

[Janice]: She joined the force
to please his soul.

(Janice smacks lips)
So, son, what do you do?

[Sandip]: I talk to people.

I listen to their problems
and offer solutions.

I try to find peace for them.

(Janice inhales)

[Janice]: Peace as in?
(Sandip chuckles)

[Sandip]: I'm a psychiatrist.

[Janice]: Oh!
(Janice chuckles)

(Janice exhales)

[Janice]:
Has Rita been visiting you?

[Sandip]: No, no.
She isn't my patient.

(Sandip scoffs)

[Sandip]: I met her through a case.
I'm just trying to help her.

And then, she invited me for dinner,
but...

(Janice and Sandip laugh)

[Janice]: She forgets a lot.

(Janice exhales)

[Sandip]: Some more?
[Sandip]: Huh?

[Janice]: Just a bit.
[Sandip]: Sure.

(Sandip smiles)

(Rita's phone ringing)

[Rita]: Yes, mom.
I messaged you last night.

I had to come to Mumbai urgently.

Who came?

Oh, yeah. I'll call him.

Listen, I have to go now. Bye.

[Constable]: Sir.

Sasmit Bagchi's background is clean,

except for a fake medical certificate

he had made for insurance purposes

before joining forensics, sir.

[Arjun]: No matter.
Keep a close eye on him.

[Constable]: Sir, if my SHO finds out...

[Arjun]: Do exactly as I say.
I'll handle the SHO.

[Constable]: Sir.

[Rahman]: Sir!

Please come here for a minute!
Please!

Sir, I need to tell you something.
Take a look.

Based on the CDR, Usha didn't seem
to have any friends.

But I've found something
in the location points here.

It's the data from between
five and seven in the evening

over three weeks.

[Arjun]: She used to go for walks
in the park.

[Rahman]: Yes.
[Arjun]: And what's that over there?

[Rahman]: One second.
Let me copy this.

'Annapurna Cyber Cafe'

Annapurna Cyber Cafe.

(Rita knocks at door)

[Rita]: Anish Poddar?

[Anish]: Yes. Who are you?

[Rahman]: Sir,
I've managed to retrieve

Usha's entire online history.

[Arjun]: Did you check
the other computers?

[Rahman]: Yes...
[Man]: Sir.

[Man]: She only ever used
this computer in the corner.

Every single time.

[Arjun]: Did she come with anyone?
[Man]: No.

[Man]: She used to come alone, sir.

[Arjun]: Rahman.
[Rahman]: Yes, sir?

[Arjun]: Take the computer
and mind your neck.

[Man]: Sir!

[Arjun]: You'll get it back.
An investigation is underway.

[Anish]: Ma'am, Dr Barve hushed up
this case back in 2001.

This boy, too, used to be a student here.

[Rita]: Dr Barve?

[Anish]: Yes,
he was the Director here.

Had this news leaked out,
he would've lost his job, ma'am.

[Rita]: Sudipto Ba...

Any photos?

[Anish]: Ma'am, I have no idea
where we'd find a photo now.

But he was rusticated, ma'am.

His life must've been
completely ruined.

[Rita]: Is this him?

[Anish]: Ma'am, show me
a younger photo of him. This is...

Ma'am, I...

Ma'am, I was a morgue assistant in 2001.

[Arjun]: Yes, Rita?

[Rita]: I've sent you an address.
Get a search warrant.

[Arjun]: Yes, I got it.

[Rita]: Okay. Any update on Bagchi?

[Arjun]: His background is clean,
but he as a person isn't.

[Rita]: Check the records and see
if you can find an old photo of him.

[Arjun]: Okay.

You two, let's go.

[Anish]: Ma'am, have it.

Ma'am, in 2001,

Dr Ramaswamy was the Head
of the Toxicology Department.

He was incredibly lazy, ma'am.

He used to make others perform
more than half of the autopsies.

On that day... That night,
all the junior doctors were busy.

So, he told me
to handle the autopsy myself.

When I entered the autopsy room,
the lights were already on.

The air conditioning
was also running at full blast.

The body... It was placed upside down,

and its head had been severed.

And he was standing in the corner,
cleaning a meat cleaver, ma'am.

I was so terrified, ma'am.

I rushed out of there,
locked the door,

and ran to inform everyone.

(Anish breathing heavily)

[Anish]: I was truly scared, ma'am.

Later, when this news was published
in the newspaper,

the police arrived.

Dr Barve was extremely angry, ma'am.

He managed to bribe
and convince the police,

and that was the end of it.

The board fired both
Dr Barve and Dr Ramaswamy.

And they even shut down
the autopsy room for a while.

They transferred me from the morgue
to the admin office.

I've been here ever since.

[Rita]: Alright.
What was the name again?

This Sudipto...

[Anish]: Bakshi or Bagchi.

It was something like that, ma'am.
I don't remember exactly.

[Rita]: Okay, I need
one more report. Sasmit Bagchi.

[Anish]: Ma'am,
you really should be thanking me.

Ma'am, even after I've given you
so much, you keep asking for more.

[Anish]: You don't realise my job
is at stake... [Rita]: Listen.

[Anish]: My job is at stake.
[Rita]: Just relax, will you?

[Rita]: Okay, tell me this.
What kind of boy was he?

Was he capable of killing someone?

(Anish chuckles)

[Anish]: Come on, ma'am.

Who really knows
anyone's true nature?

A man who kills is called a demon.

If God kills, then what of man or demon?

But the one who kills everyone...
Is he a God or a demon?

(tyres screeching)
(car doors opening and shutting)

(footstep sound)

(bats screeching)

(birds chirping)

[Arjun]: One of you stay right here.
[Constable]: Okay, sir.

(birds chirping)

[Madan]: This place is a total ruin, sir.

Who could possibly live here?

[Arjun]: The power is on.
Someone is definitely living here.

[Rita]: Yes, Arjun. Any news?

[Arjun]: The whole house is a wreck.

But someone is living
in one part of it.

[Rita]: And what about Bagchi?

[Arjun]: I've already instructed
the SI.

He'll track Bagchi's every move.

And I'm also getting the details
on the owner of this house.

[Rita]: Okay. I'm on my way back.

[Arjun]: Let's go.
[Constable]: Yes, sir.

[Rita]: Yeah, Arjun.

[Arjun]: Sasmit Bagchi was at home
on the nights of both murders.

[Rita]: He must've
just left his phone behind.

He knows
all the forensic procedures.

[Arjun]: Mrinal.
[Mrinal]: Yes, sir?

[Arjun]: Do one thing.
Request his call records from the company.

[Mrinal]: Yes, sir.
[Arjun]: No, wait.

[Arjun]: Let's just pick him up
for questioning.

We have a motive.

He concealed the pregnancy
during the autopsy.

[Rita]: But we're the only ones
who know that.

We have no corroborating witness
for this.

[Rahman]: Done!

Sir, ma'am, you've got to see this.

From the CPU we seized
at the Annapurna Cyber Cafe,

I've successfully retrieved
Usha's entire online history.

(Rahman sighs)
Have a look.

[Arjun]: Help centre...
Lawyer for cheap...

How to file a police complaint
without getting into trouble...

Women Help...

That means she didn't actually have
any online friends.

[Rita]: No.

She was searching for help
on the internet.

All alone.

[Arjun]: Did anyone help her?

[Rahman]: Sir, out of all the help centres

and NGO links she clicked on,

there's only one place
she actually went to visit.

[Rita]: Yes, Anish.

Yes.

Yes. Please send the photo over quickly.

Thank you so much.

[Receptionist]: Yes, ma'am?

[Rita]: Kolkata Police.

[Arjun]: Have you seen
either of these two here?

[Receptionist]: Yes, she was here.

She came in for counselling.

I informed her that
we only provided career counselling

for 10th and 12th-grade students.

But that's not what she was looking for.

Then Miss Shrishti explained to her

that she'd need to see a private
counsellor for personal issues.

[Rita]: Where's Shrishti?

[Receptionist]: She's over there.

[Shrishti]: Don't worry about her.
I've already reviewed her report.

There's significant improvement
since then,

and we'll schedule another session
for next Monday.

Alright?

[Woman]: Okay, thank you so much.

[Shrishti]: Your file.

[Sandip]: 'I'll see you. Thank you.'
[Shrishti]: 'Thank you, doctor.'

[Sandip]: 'Please.'

[Usha]: 'But they said doing this
would lighten the burden.'

(phone message notification)

'Sudipto Bagchi'

[Sandip]: 'What's your biggest fear?'

(Usha sobs and sniffles)

[Usha]: 'I fear that nothing
will ever change...' (cries)

'That there's no solution
to this problem...' (cries)

(Usha sobs and sniffles)

[Usha]: 'And that I'm destined'

'to live with this trauma
forever.' (cries)

'Benediction'