Original subtitles

"Wherever you go my friend

across the seven seas

Don't go near the tickler, I beg you, please.

A dangerous old man, dare not step into his hut.

Don't ever go near the tickler..."

"Dare not step into his hut..."

Don't stop. Go on.

"He’ll 'pickle' you dead..."

"Tickle."

"...till it rips apart your gut."

You don't study at all.

Stand up.

Hold your ears.

Silence!

What's so funny?

You're under oath. Tell the truth.

Did you kill them?

Did you commit the act of murder?

Speak up!

- I know who did it. - Louder, please.

I know who did it.

Tell us the name.

Don't waste the court's time. Don't waste my time!

Say the name!

The Tickler.

THE TICKLER

A motley of fools in this crazy fair

A motley of fools in this crazy fair

Oh Lord, there's madness in the air

Oh Lord, there's madness in the air

BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh

Good morning, city of joy Don't be scared to go crazy

BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh

Kolkata roads going zig zag Mushroom pasta in a plastic bag

BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh, BBD Bagh

Neither you nor me, know the answer to the riddle

A stew full of veggies Just missing the pickle

Hey, wacky loon Come beating the wild drums

Behala, Taratala, Behala, Taratala

Come step to the beam Rock on, live the dream

Gariahat, Golpark Gariahat, Golpark

A motley of fools in this crazy fair

A motley of fools in this crazy fair

Oh Lord, there's madness in the air

Oh Lord, there's madness in the air

Here he is.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, buddy.

Like you keep track of our parcels, bring yourself on track too now.

Kedar.

What's the score?

Sir, 25...

Oh my God! Silver jubilee.

On behalf of Delibird, we wish you a very happy birthday.

- Now please cut the cake. - Yes.

Paromita, make haste. Or the cake will go to waste.

That rhymed!

Thank you.

- Happy birthday to you! - Happy birthday to you!

- Happy birthday to you! - Happy birthday to you!

- Happy birthday, dear Kedar - Happy birthday, dear Kedar

- Happy birthday to you! - Happy birthday to you!

Kedar walks five kilometres to office every day.

Just joined two months ago.

But he's regularly 20 minutes late, soaked in sweat.

So we've got something for him.

Three. Two. One.

Zero bicycle!

Go, check it out.

Come on, take a look.

- Hey, a big piece for me. - Here you go.

Let's go, let's go.

Thank you.

Hey, Kedar!

- Hold him still. - I'll smear the cake.

- Please let me go. Let go... - Oh, come on!

There's no escape.

- Hey, just a little bit. - It's just cake.

Looking good, bro!

Buro, come to me...

Buro, come to me...

- Just for fun. - Let me go...

Let me go...

- What's wrong with him? - Move!

May I come in, sir?

Robin Gomes. Cleaning staff.

Are you pooping or crying?

Hey... Oh...

Take it.

You good now?

Have this.

Sorry.

And the rest?

Later.

Thank you, Paromita.

You can call me Paro.

Okay?

Happy Birthday.

Hey!

Huh?

Why did you just overtake me?

- Nothing like that-- - Drop me to the bus stand--

Sure.

Why did you suddenly get so worked up then?

They were just joking.

Yes, I know.

It's just that... I don't like it.

I feel uncomfortable.

Ticklish?

Yes.

Hey!

- You think it's funny? - No, I'm ticklish too.

Same here.

I get goosebumps and feel suffocated.

That's why I avoid public transport and walk.

I get uncomfortable when people touch me.

Except for my mom.

A hug after I get back home.

"Will you hug me for the rest of your life, Buro?"

Your nickname is Buro?

Yes. Yours?

Hey, no. It can't be.

- It's Buri. - Are you serious?

- Sorry. - Sorry.

Buro, come here, come here, come here.

Buro, come here, come here, come here.

Buro is here! Buro is in a yellow shirt!

Buro is here! Buro is in a yellow shirt!

Buro is here! Buro is in a yellow shirt!

- Buro... - Hush!

Mom!

- Mom! - Coming!

- My colleagues gifted it. - Wow!

Uncle.

Birthday special gift.

Recently launched.

A new kind of filter.

What did you get for me?

Will you keep hugging me for the rest of your whole life?

My dear.

Happy birthday, K2.

Partner.

This is yours.

Oh damn!

Bro, she sent a message.

Here.

I don't know what to reply.

Give me some suggestions.

"Thank you for today!"

What?

Okay, okay.

"But you're missing from the pic."

Full stop or no full stop?

Keep it casual.

Send.

- Buro? - Yes.

My grandfather...

Your dad's grandfather, Keshab Barua

used to write his diary with this in the Andaman Cellular Jail.

When your child turns 25, give it to them.

Take good care of it.

It's a symbol of our revolution.

Thank you, Uncle.

Flipbook!

Chocolate!

Hey, Buro. What a rebirth, buddy!

Buro is here! Buro is in a yellow shirt!

Where am I?

When she lit the candle

it melted your heart.

The girl... The girl is really nice.

You cheeky jerk!

Little bit of banter, little bit of romance.

Mix and match.

But don't deceive her.

I've never deceived anyone and I never will.

I've only been on the receiving end.

Oh, my poor boy!

Get lost!

Did you tell her why you're always in your shell?

Stop it!

Why you're so sacred of being tickled.

Please stop.

Why you're so shaken up all the time.

Did you tell her?

Please don't do this, K2!

You didn't tell her.

Please stop!

Tickle, tickle, tickle!

Again?

You took me there again?

Don't you get I have issues?

No one gets this poor boy...

Shut up! Little imp!

Buri.

Special occasion at office?

Can't I feel like dressing up?

- Ridiculous. - You're looking good.

But don't you have any other dress?

The red strap is visible.

Those who want to see, will see it either way.

Mom.

I'm leaving.

Be a good girl, okay?

I'm wearing your earrings.

So dashing!

Look, boss. I think I've found it.

You know, the one?

Now I need some space.

What?

Come on.

Don't play the third wheel.

I'm not a wheel.

Wardrobe? No, man! I'll suffocate.

You can't just put me in jail...

K2. Sorry.

Toying with an innocent girl's life. I defy! I resist!

Long live the revolution!

He played me like a toy Along she came and stole my boy

Hey, hi, hello, how're you doing?

Come on, just say it already

Stop hiding behind reels and memes

Hey, hi, hello, I'm doing fine!

Playing hard to get Your fault, not mine

It's time you swim right to my shore

Caught in the web of destiny

I have tripped and fallen hard

Oh no!

I find you lying right next to me

Looking at me with a silly grin

Is this real or a dream?

Lovestruck by you

Oh my lovu-duvu

Lovestruck by you

Telepathy is at play, I can tell

Naughty emoji casting its spell

Our hearts are in sync Our hands do the talking

Lovestruck by you

Oh my lovu-duvu!

Hey, hi, hello, do you love me?

Come on, just say it baby

Let's write our poem of you and me

O Paromita!

The things I've faced in childhood...

The fear...

The dread...

I've built a wall around myself burying it all.

I can see it but I can't break it.

Whenever I've fallen for someone...

I've always hit that wall.

I can't even hold hands.

- Who will put up with-- - Your food.

Thank you.

Hey.

There was an abandoned house in our neighbourhood.

The ball would regularly go over the wall.

No one wanted to go in fear.

But I...

One day, I jumped over and threw back all the balls.

I hurt myself climbing over the wall.

It's a habit with me, Kedar.

I like jumping walls.

Don't worry.

I'll reach the other side.

You need to share this with a therapist or a psychiatrist.

If you want...

you can go to her.

I used to consult her too.

What did you need treatment for?

The wall isn't your personal property.

- Pratap. - Have some tea.

They broke the party office. Why didn't the police do anything?

Who do you think the police work for?

Pratap, you're too much.

Biplab's son has won the National Black Belt Karate Championship.

Isn't that great?

- Congratulations, Arjyo. - Thanks, Buro.

Buro, don't go to your room.

Sit here.

They've got your favourite sweets.

Take the rest back.

And share it with Bibek.

No, Minati.

Brother has diabetes. And he barely gets any exercise.

He never leaves the house.

But he's a lot calmer now.

Arjyo, karate isn't enough.

Buro, come to me...

Come to me, come to me...

Not everyone is a student like Buro.

- My all-time best student. - He always says that.

- Here, have this. - No, no, no.

- Come on. - Don't...

Open your mouth.

- Biplab. - He'll have it later.

- Have a bite. - Let him go.

- Please, please. - Hey, Buro.

Doctor MK Gandhi?

- Is this really-- - Downloaded from the internet.

I faked the prescription.

Wouldn't get the pills otherwise.

Show her your beloved candy boxes too.

I have these. And some more.

On what basis are you self-medicating?

Got them from the website, www.munnabroMBBS.com.

Top 10 medicines for schizophrenia, bipolar disorder.

All the symptoms match. PTSD...

Haphe...

- Haphe-- - Haphephobia.

...phobia.

Fear of touch.

Yes.

The internet will be the end of your generation.

As they say, "leap before you look."

Forging these is a grave crime.

What about the thousands of other documents?

They're getting forged daily.

- Isn't that wrong? - That's not harming you, comrade.

They bring temporary relief but...

Cause permanent damage.

So, are you non-violent like your first, unofficial doctor?

What do you do when angry?

- I count backwards from 500. - Okay.

- And I listen to music. - Good.

- Then, push-ups, sit-ups-- - Physical exercise... Good.

The last time I lost it was at the college freshers' party.

A handshake unnerved me so a guy called me a sissy.

- A what? - Sissy.

A loser!

Couldn't control myself and hit him.

The boy was in the hospital all day.

I knocked out front-row seats in the gallery.

He'll lisp for the rest of his life.

Sorry.

That's my best friend's joke.

Who is that?

My partner.

He talks to me.

People say...

"Don't get angry.

Anger is a punishment you give yourself for somebody else's mistake."

How old were you when you met him?

Around seven or eight.

My dad's last gift.

He passed away the following year.

Wouldn't have survived without him.

What did Lord Krishna say to Arjuna?

"Fight for dharma."

How is that possible without anger?

Sometimes he uses foul language but also gives me mental strength.

The toy that speaks to you

might be your best friend today.

But tomorrow, it might be your enemy.

Lord Hanumana didn't set fire to Lanka for a bonfire barbecue.

I'm sending you a video.

Listen to it in your free time.

Because "an idle workshop is a devil's brain".

- What? - Doesn't matter.

Don't feel guilty about being angry.

It means...

you still have causes you believe in.

You got the promotion on your own merit.

No doubt about that. Not everyone is so capable.

- What? - Don't act innocent.

Everyone knows. Your boyfriend will find out too.

Then chocolates won't work.

Bloody rascal!

Who do you think you are?

Oh my, my! Cussing me?

And kissing the manager?

Kiss me too. Please!

- Come on. - Just one kiss.

Did you just slap me?

How dare you raise your hand on me?

- Who will save you now? - Let go of me!

- Hold her still. - Let me go!

- I'll teach you a lesson. - Stop!

- Wait and watch! - Please stop--

Kedar!

Oh, man!

- What the hell is going on here? - Sir...

- They were harassing me-- - Shut up!

Attention-seeking girl!

I can't find Raktim's pulse.

What nonsense!

What happened here?

Who the hell did this?

- It was Kedar, sir. - Kedar.

You mean our employee, Kedar?

Hey, you get out!

You're fired!

Got the guts to stare me down.

Used to be a scaredy-cat.

Strong like a demon...

Get out!

Manager Subrata Biswas made me work after hours.

Under various pretexts, he'd call me to his office.

He would lean over and touch my back.

One day, he went so far that I had to go to the HR.

But he got away with it.

And I became the victim of dirty office gossip.

I can't just quit the job without any backup.

I've applied to 10 companies but got no response.

My father owns a print shop.

It's not enough to run a household or cover mom's treatment.

That's why I endured it.

This is the first time someone stood up for me.

The moment he touched you...

I snapped.

Tell me something.

You have a problem with body contact and physical touch.

How did you hug me then?

Didn't you feel uncomfortable?

How about now?

I don't know.

What?

You think I'm here to arrest you?

You're right.

- Why arrest? - Well...

It'll take some time to explain. Can't stand for so long.

- What's your name? - Kedar Barua.

Barua, get in the "carua".

- Need an invitation? - Yes. No, I mean...

I'll get him.

Everyone bleeds.

Some less, some more.

Don't worry.

I won't let a single drop of blood remain.

Not a single drop of blood.

I will wipe it all away.

All of it.

Lord Jesus shows the path of forgiveness.

O Lord, grant me salvation.

Grant me salvation. Please, O Lord!

Heroine's name?

Paromita.

Our manager's PA.

Your special someone.

Girlfriend?

Doesn't matter.

I'd have done the same for a guy.

And I'll do it again if needed.

Bengalis are a greedy lot. They want to get it all.

Get in trouble. Get beat up.

Get dumped. Get screwed.

Get fooled.

Get hungry too.

Let me show you my kitchen.

You're hungry, aren't you?

Spill the truth!

- Sir, I am telling the truth. - Speak up!

Don't be shy. Come on.

- Sir, I swear-- - Speak up!

- Tell the truth! - Sorry, sir.

- Hey, tell the truth! - Sir, I am...

- Sir, please believe me! - There you go.

That's Partho.

He's serving the appetizer now.

Come here.

See it up close.

Out with it!

When he gets tired, Suman will serve the sides.

Then I'll cook the main course.

Sir, I went to see the match.

I'll show you the real game now.

Punish me however you want.

Bullying, eve-teasing, physical harassment...

I can't stand it.

Keep it down!

I can't either.

At the police training academy, I had to take off my pants and dance.

Naked dance.

One inch here and there...

the man would've died on the spot.

If you weren't an amateur

you would be my lab rat instead of listening to the tutorial.

Kedar, if you missed by one inch, you'd be a murderer.

Got it?

- Huh? - Yes, sir.

Turn around.

- Come on. - Sir.

Turn around.

Go home.

Go.

Spit it out!

Sir, it's hurting! My balls will bust!

An employee posted the video...

...on social media.

It raises questions about the boy's upbringing.

A 25-year-old man...

Buro!

Did they really arrest you?

No, they put me in the car and--

He should be punished.

- You didn't even let me-- - Shut up!

We're a respectable family.

- No police trouble in my house. - I know that.

I've known that since childhood.

You ruined my life because of your fake morals.

You couldn't send that a--hole from next door to jail.

But let my life get ruined.

Respectable family, my foot!

And the hospitality you showed them!

Serving them sweets.

"Your favourite. Share it with him, Biplab".

- A revolutionary's family, after all. - Hey!

We have a legacy.

- Have to maintain our reputation. - Don't cross your limits!

Blood dripped from my thighs.

My pants were bloodstained.

You beat me mercilessly and sent me off to a hostel.

As if I had committed a crime.

- How was it my fault? - Lower your voice, Buro!

Behave yourself!

Is this what I taught you?

- What's gotten into you? - Fine.

Shut your mouth, pack your things and leave.

We all can't lose our temper.

- Calm down. - No, Minati.

Get out!

No point hitting pillows.

You've hit a real sixer.

First, the chase.

Then, the dates.

Partner, take my advice.

Don't go to your girlfriend's house.

Her dad will crush you like a bad printout.

Don't give me that look, darling.

So, homeless hero of Kolkata?

What's your next stop?

My daughter's room is empty.

You are most welcome, sir.

- Please come in, sir. - Thank you.

Rita, my angel. My daughter.

Death saved her.

Her husband used to beat her up.

He would force her every night...

Sickness or sadness...

he didn't care about anything.

Nothing.

She would hide the bruises with her scarf.

Stupid girl!

We filed a police complaint.

Nothing happened.

Marital rape victims don't get justice even in middle-class families.

And I live in a slum.

The courts kept dragging it on.

Exactly where you're standing...

That's where she slit her wrist.

I scrubbed every drop of blood off the floor.

There wasn't a single stain.

But the scar it left behind?

Is this your son-in-law?

Manob Das.

Bloody traitor!

He earns his living by driving the cab I gave him.

You know what my doctor said?

We have to cleanse our heart to make the world a better place.

Just like you.

You'll have to wipe it clean.

WB 02 FU 666.

Partner.

Devil's pin code.

Sometimes...

I see him on the street.

Gomes, didn't you ever feel like

- strangling him to death? - No, no...

Lord Jesus only shows the path to forgiveness.

Lord Jesus?

When they crucified Lord Jesus...

Who decided His fate?

God? Or man?

Man.

If murderers decide God's fate...

Then let man decide the murderers' fate.

Here and there, everywhere Lives are on the line

Game, set, match! It's time for hide and seek

We are all broken.

That's the truth.

Wherever you look I'll be right behind you

I'm gonna take the city by storm

Peekaboo, I see you! Run before I catch you!

I'll trap you with no exit

Peekaboo, I'm right behind you! It's time to get you

Stop me if you can

Your time is running out

Like the Japanese Kintsugi

we can join the broken pieces

to make a beautiful vase.

Down the streets of Kolkata The blood runs cold

Let's play hide and seek No time to run

Do you know what a vaccine is?

- To defeat a virus-- - It's injected...

The same virus is injected into the body.

To fight back.

You hate bullies and abusers.

When you can't let it out...

...it creates an antibody.

That's when the touch doesn't bother you.

Beware! 'Cause I don't play fair

You're stuck in my web Now there's no way out

The clock's ticking Let the game begin

Violence is not the way.

It's a vicious...

...triangle.

- Cycle. - Doesn't matter.

You can't live without the vaccine.

But an overdose will kill you.

"Deadly fountains, parched efforts, fathomless motions."

I'm sure you know it.

Stop me if you can

Your time is running out

Peekaboo, I'm right behind you!

Spinning like a yo-yo

Peekaboo, I'm right behind you!

Spinning like a yo-yo

Peekaboo, I'm right behind you!

Spinning like a yo-yo

Manob Das.

Yes, how may I help?

Lalbazar Vigilante Unit.

Your car is registered in your wife's name, Rita Gomes.

Yes, Rita Das.

Rita Gomes killed herself on July 14th, 2016.

I was devastated back then.

What is this about?

I need to get home and shampoo my hair before bed.

You in a hurry? No problem.

Go to 23A Nayanchand Lane, take the red bucket in the toilet.

Oil, soap, shampoo...

I'll get it all for you.

Have you spoken to Kedar, Gomes?

He's just been replying in monosyllables.

- I'm worried. - Who knows what he is up to.

Go home.

Any later and you'll be late.

Look at that.

What happened?

He sent a dinner invitation with the location.

"At a friend's house."

He's put up there.

Am I in trouble?

Talk to my boss and see if you can get out of this.

Take a U-turn up ahead.

What? You?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

When's your boss getting here?

Here he is.

My boss.

Is this some kind of joke?

Was torturing Rita a joke to you?

Your wife is your property. Her "no" has no value.

Your personal toy.

So, Manob Das.

My partner will take it from here.

Let's begin.

Watch your step.

Come, come.

Please, come.

Come.

What the f--k! Why are you mentally torturing me?

Take my wallet and cards. The PIN is 4201.

All my money is in one bank account.

"Don't be scared, don't be scared.

I won't kill you."

What the hell!

"To be honest, I can't wrestle with you.

Are you scared of the horns on my head?

I am just crazy. I don't attack."

What have you done?

Treatment.

See, it's working.

I have to get better, Paromita. I have to get well.

What happened?

You killed the girl whose money you're living off.

What's wrong?

Not now.

Gomes won't come.

Please. It's not right.

But I am fine. I don't have a problem--

No, I am not fine.

Please.

Tomorrow at 10, you will return double the money.

You will fall at Gomes' feet and apologize.

Bloody rascal!

You don't have a problem with touch after you get into a fight.

Where were you?

Want to get a shampoo?

- Right? - Please...

I'll do it for you. Let me shampoo your hair.

Hey!

Manob?

Manob?

Hey!

Relax, relax, relax.

He's trash anyway. Just dump him.

What...

No pulse.

Bravo! What a solid debut!

Not even a mark on the his neck. And he's popped off.

Wipe it. Wipe it all away.

Is this a murder or a suicide? What do you think?

I vote for suicide.

FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINS

This won't make you normal. You need stability.

You need your job back.

That's my responsibility.

Telling the HR didn't help.

I'll expose you in front of the media.

When we're angry, we say things we don't mean.

Don't take everything to heart.

I have to attend a family wedding in Joynagar tommorrow.

I have to leave.

My wife won't talk to me if I'm late.

Next Saturday, at 8:30 p.m.

A mutual understanding.

We'll reach a settlement.

No, no, no, no, no.

- You won't go alone, Paromita. - I will.

He won't dare to do anything else.

- But you'll lose your job-- - I don't care.

Let's just say I'm doing this for myself.

So that everything falls back into place.

For you. For me.

For us.

With my head on your shoulder, I'll share all my sorrows.

You'll gently hold me in your arms.

Then you'll wipe my tears...

I'll caress your face...

as my lips find yours.

The end of all our problems.

CAB DRIVER KILLS HIMSELF

What is this?

Answer me.

Acid, phenyl, kerosene...

You think I didn't want to force them all down his throat?

No, I just wanted to teach him a lesson.

- But I lost control. - Get out of my house.

Gomes, I...

Stupid fool!

I didn't want to kill him, believe me.

Stupid fool!

What have you done, my boy?

Sir, Manob Das's post-mortem report.

- It says it's a suicide-- - Cardiac arrest and hypoxia.

Death from lack of oxygen.

How can a dead body kill himself?

No prints or wounds on his body.

Okay, let's assume this is somehow a murder.

Then how is this combination possible?

Sir.

Things don't add up when it's a fake report.

But this is completely authentic.

We need to map out who could possibly have a motive.

Do one thing.

Dig out all the info on Manob.

Okay, sir.

The case needs a post-mortem too.

Sir.

Rest your head on my shoulder, baby...

My sister-in-law who got married...

Raima.

She shares her birthday with the actor, Raima Sen.

The original isn't married yet but the xerox got married.

Your dad owns a xerox shop, right?

Photocopy. Xerox is a brand.

Why so serious, baby?

Kedar's job? Money?

I agree to all your conditions.

You just have to help me out.

What help?

Hands tend to wander when we work closely.

But you can't spill the beans.

How can I promise that, sir?

Don't give me a reason to spill.

No, we can't take any risk.

Neither you nor me.

Let me tell you something as an elder brother.

Don't mind, okay?

Dating that fool?

A bright girl like you with a wacko like him?

What a waste!

He will ruin your life, Paromita.

You don't have to worry about your promotion or salary.

You will go very far.

As they say, the sky is the limit.

Right?

Trying to blackmail me?

- Let me go! - Now I'll teach you a lesson.

Let go of me!

There's no one in the office.

No!

Out of shame and humiliation...

Unable to bear the taunts and insults...

- she killed herself in the office. - Let me go!

People will say the new generation gets depressed too quickly.

- Right, honey? - Please let me...

The new generation also bounces back very quickly, Mr. Manager.

Now I will give you a promotion.

Right to the top.

Permanent position.

No one can reach you.

You'll scale new heights.

Just hang tight.

Kedar...

- Kedar, no! - Stop it!

Kedar, my mate. Please wait.

- Here, hold this. - Don't make haste.

Partner, write the note.

If there really is a next life...

you'll never look at a woman like that again.

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

No, please...

Please don't...

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

Buro...

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

Sorry...

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

I used to go for tuitions...

...to a neighbourhood uncle.

"The Weird and the Absurd " by Sukumar Ray.

At 5:30 p.m.

In between my studies...

he'd pin me to the bed.

And tickle me to no end.

I would...

I would piss my pants.

Boys get abused too, Your Honour.

But we're asked to keep quiet...

because it threatens the idea of masculinity.

So they never get punished.

Who will punish them?

The one you're calling a suspect

thinks he is the saviour.

Tickle, tickle, tickle!

Don't go near the tickler, I beg you, please.

Tickle, tickle, tickle!

Kedar.

I want to go home. I... I want to go home.

Kedar.

I want to go home.

"He pinches hard at you to tease a laugh from you.

And bony knuckles poke until you nearly choke.

He tickles your ribs as he tumbles with glee.

You must laugh out loud

if you want to go free."

"Dear, Mr. Arora.

After months of thought

I want to ask for forgiveness from Paromita Sen.

With respect to the complaint of sexual harassment against me

I wish to resign with immediate effect

and wish your company all the best.

I'm ashamed

and no longer mentally fit to work or live.

With regrets, Subrata Biswas."

He turned off all the CCTV cameras before killing himself.

Only found his fingerprints.

Look.

Petty issues like workplace harassment are common.

I don't know why Subrata suddenly...

Did you take any step against him?

Did you compensate the girl?

Don't call these cases petty.

I'm sorry.

Who discovered the body?

Robin Gomes, the sweeper.

Gomes!

Come here.

Coming.

Good morning, sir.

You speak Bengali, Mr. Rabin Gomes?

Not Rabin, it's Robin.

I came to clean as usual and saw the body.

No one had arrived yet. So I informed the police.

Last night, sir was working till very late.

He told me to leave.

And that he'll lock up.

I even made him some tea.

Didn't know that was the last time I'd see him.

I didn't want to come to you.

I had decided...

I would try to cope on my own for as long as I could.

And I was doing fine.

But now, I'm struggling again.

Should I come tomorrow?

No, no, no.

Tell me, how can I help you?

I am in a relationship.

Oh!

Boy problems.

Good, good, good.

Heard that line?

Where there's love, there's a way.

Never mind, carry on.

He...

He can do anything for me.

He is very lonely.

But always protects me.

- Even when I don't expect it. - Wow!

I thought I got lucky.

But now I'm scared.

I'm becoming like him.

That's very good.

When a broken heart finally finds love that's returned

they take on the world for them.

Not everyone can do that.

Who is it?

Everyone is dating at least two versions of their partner.

One from the past, one from the present.

And relationships are falling apart because...

people choose to love only one version.

You are actually very lucky.

Because you've found a partner...

...who's not hiding who he truly is.

A disguise in blessing.

You won't find such a commitment easily.

You might have more thorns than flowers in life.

But until the thorn pricks you, don't let go of him.

Two suicides in two weeks.

But the crime scene is squeaky clean.

A cup always leaves a stain.

But not here.

A crime scene that is too clean is the most dangerous.

But there's only one set of footprints in the warehouse.

That belongs to Gomes.

No third party entry or exit.

How did he get up on the stool?

That's what, idiot!

He didn't just fly in and hang himself.

Where are Subrata's footprints?

A cleaner so committed?

Sir.

Nothing much on Manob Das. Only one complaint.

A marital-rape case.

Sir.

It was filed by Manob's father-in-law.

Robin Gomes.

It's time to make the robin sing.

Hey, Buro!

Hang on, I'll be right there.

There runs Buro, his t-shirt inside out.

There runs Buro, his t-shirt inside out.

Quiet!

Mom!

Uncle!

Buro, look what I found.

Limited edition. Ninja Z.

You like collecting them so...

Keep it with you.

The State Karate Championship is coming up.

I'm going to Durgapur on the 13th.

Dad has work so I'm going with Mom.

We'll be there for a week.

Buro is here. Cap on his head.

Buro is here. Cap on his head.

Buro is here. Cap on his head.

- Cap on his head-- - Let's go inside.

Bye.

Robin.

Sir?

Rum at this hour?

It's my day off so...

Should I make you some black tea?

- It looks the same as rum. - Exactly.

Manob and Subrata's suicides look the same too.

The common factor?

Robin Gomes.

Who do you live with?

No one else here.

Why two plates and glasses?

For lunch and dinner. Can't do the dishes twice.

I'm going to search your house. Open that door.

Sir, search warrant.

Teaching me the law?

Learnt when I went to court for my daughter.

Besides, even parrots learn to talk.

I'm Robin, after all.

Come with the official papers next time.

- Rascal! - Hey!

We'll meet again when all your lies are exposed.

We'll need three glasses then.

Me, you and your new tenant.

I repeat.

Everything we did was in self-defense.

Keep telling yourself that.

Mr. Arora wished me luck for my future.

- Gave me a promotion too. - Really?

That's great news! Why so sad?

- You should have told me earlier. - Stop it.

That's amazing.

I'm getting transferred.

Oh!

Where?

I don't know. Somewhere outside Kolkata.

I said yes without a second thought.

Close your eyes.

What?

Close your eyes.

- Why? - Just close your eyes.

Come on.

Three, two, one...

I've been carrying this around for so long.

Was waiting for a special day.

You deserve it today.

Congratulations, my Buri.

What's in this?

Our future.

It's not safe for me to stay here anymore.

Let me save up some more.

Then I go wherever you go.

A flipbook?

- You made this yourself? - Yes.

I've always been good at drawing.

Time stands still at every page.

Turn the pages and we come closer.

Memories fade into pictures Buds bloom into flowers

You're mine and I'm yours

Everything falls in place Like two pieces in a puzzle

You're mine forever or never

I'm your Buro

You're my Buri

Can't live without you Come close to me

Please, please, please

I'm ready

I'm ready in a heartbeat

Find me the map that leads to you

I want to live in your heart forever

On the blank canvas

Like two colourful balloons

We'll fly high into the sky

And paint a rainbow bright

We need a lot of savings. I'm the only earning member.

I'll find a job. Don’t worry.

Just focus on your work and I'll take care of the house.

What about cooking?

Lentils, rice, boiled eggs, noodles.

Washing and ironing?

If I do everything, what are you here for?

I will play with the little one.

Hey! What are you saying?

Let our hearts beat in sync

As we paint our hopes on the clouds

Weaving our precious world of dreams

Love is drizzling down on us

Leaving us drenched in passion

A yellow kite lights up the grey sky

As we melt into rain

Losing track of night and day

We solve the equation of love

Our hearts whisper secrets

Chasing the unknown

Memories fade into pictures Buds bloom into flowers

You're mine and I'm yours

Everything falls in place Like two pieces in a puzzle

You're mine forever or never

- Why weren't you answering my calls? - What the--

- What's wrong? - Come here.

I've packed all your stuff. Get out of here fast.

The police will come again if they see us together.

- Police? - Yes, Inspector Joyraj.

- Take this. - Okay.

Go to this address. Manage here for a while.

Go, hurry up.

Hey, search warrant! Open up!

- Good evening, sir. - Move!

- Someone's wallet-- - Hey, stop!

Run!

Gomes and I are a love story full of passion.

All your delivery goods come on my ships.

I'm Bhupen Sarkhel. Welcome to Tritanic.

Why the name?

I tried to set sail but no luck.

Here's your 180-degree river-view apartment.

Service is reserved for criminal clients.

I'm not a criminal.

Welcome aboard!

Complimentary dinner.

Flat bread and pumpkin curry from Joy Bangla Dhaba.

Thank you.

Fifty bucks, please!

- You said it's complimentary. - Okay.

Handsome, sexy, you're looking so wow!

Compliments over. Now out with the money.

Damn it!

My wallet...

Why does everyone pull the same stunt on me?

- I'm serious. - I do the same thing too.

For bag and baggage, you have...

ready-made bunks.

Smoking not allowed, okay?

For security...

enough dogs around.

All "labradons".

How was that?

Oh, here's a mosquito repellent cream.

Apply it on your naked skin.

Mosquitoes are the real mafia here. Bzzz, bzzz... Ping!

Good night. Enjoy!

I gave my heart to Johnny on Sunday To Bonny on Monday

Saturday is for Johnson

Here comes your Romeo

I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.

Kedar taught me.

Close your eyes and things fall into place.

A cheap copy of Batman.

Brooding in the dark, romance in parallel track.

You've got a Robin too.

But...

Fatso robin.

Gomes.

No!

But you've forgotten the Joker.

You'd carved KB on my foot with a compass in childhood.

Then you changed my name. Kedar Two, AKA K2.

You wanted to be like me.

But now, I want to be like you.

I want to be one with you.

K2.

Let's put an end to the chapter of the Tickler.

Tomorrow is the 13th.

Friday, the 13th.

As doctor madam says...

"Shame lies in the eyes of the beholder."

Doesn't matter.

"Doesn't matter."

You're saying you're here to understand.

That's black pepper.

You approached me like an underwear model...

- Undercover cop. - I need to talk to my therapist.

- Without a legal notice-- - Hold on.

Help me figure something out.

Forget about Kedar.

Say, a polite, soft-spoken boy like Kedar.

How could he commit these murders?

I want to know the algorithm behind it.

Ever heard of it?

Moral compass.

Yes.

As per the society, north is right and south is wrong.

Okay.

But when society messes up the sense of right and wrong

you won't know if it's taking you to the right destination.

I know the destination is all mixed up.

But when did the magnetic field shift?

Answers to all questions.

Sense of direction.

When do we learn them?

- In childhood. - Right.

The "once upon a time" of our complicated lives.

Like a fairytale.

Or maybe a nightmare.

You?

Come in.

Busy?

No, was reading a book.

How are you?

- You came over after a long time. - I'm the same old me.

- Is Bibek uncle doing better? - He's getting by.

Have a seat.

Hasn't the cook come yet?

She did in the afternoon.

Come, sit.

Still have the habit of listening to songs in the evening?

I'd turned my room into a cassette library.

Was the lead guitarist of my band, after all.

- Besides, I was young. - And I was just a child.

You taught me from this book, didn't you?

Page 11.

"The Tickler".

You really felt this poem, huh?

Made me go through it every time.

Yes.

"Meow, meow, meow, coo, coo, coo..."

- Remember? - I remember everything, Biplab uncle.

Every single class.

Look at the time.

It's 5:30 p.m.

- What a coincidence! - Is it?

- Or did I time it perfectly? - What?

I used to come after my football practise.

Your mom would make snacks for me.

Puffed rice with peanuts and salad.

She kept the bowl there.

I would sit here and...

you would pace around while teaching.

Then you'd sit right over there.

When your mom went to offer her prayers...

you'd take me inside.

I'd leave the snacks behind here.

Kedar.

You went away to hostel soon after.

So I never got to tell you.

What?

I...

I still can't look you in the eye...

I've committed an unforgivable sin.

I swear I'm repentant.

I'm a changed man.

Please.

- Put it behind you. - That's what I'm here for.

I was just young and curious.

Wasn't even married then.

Arjyo is all grown up now.

He's like your younger brother.

Did you give him the same lessons as me?

Buro, he is my son!

And I was just a nobody!

I still can't listen to these songs.

Damn it!

Turn off the music!

I can't take it anymore.

Turn it off.

Buro.

Still haven't gotten over that itch, Professor?

"I'm a changed man."

I had almost forgiven you.

But an affidavit can't erase the "scumbag" title.

Your blood is still rotten.

Write down.

"I'm deeply sorry for misusing and disrespecting this poem.

- No one's responsible for my death--" - Kedar!

- Kedar, please no... - Shush!

"No one but me."

Come on.

Go on.

Put a fullstop.

Let's get you inside.

Please, I beg you...

This is the Tickler's final lesson.

Little kids are like soft toys.

They can be crushed, twisted, bitten, dragged, forced...

Because they're just kids.

You are the grown-up.

Uncle, brother, teacher. Right?

What an irony, partner!

The Tickler isn't ticklish himself.

Not everyone is wired that way.

Hey, watch out.

He's going to get away.

When I used to run out, wearing my t-shirt inside out...

what did your brother say?

"Buro has his t-shirt inside out."

Right?

But not today.

Only you'll go upside down.

Brother has fallen. Brother has fallen.

Hush!

Shush!

Buro, come to me.

Buro, come here.

Come here.

Buro, come to me.

Come here.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Sir.

Biplab jumped off the balcony. Suicide!

What?

Oh my God!

Is this the same Biplab we were talking about?

I AM SORRY FOR...

Buro has no class today. It's a holiday.

Buro has no class today. It's a holiday.

The Tickler... The Tickler... The Tickler...

The Tickler... The Tickler... The Tickler...

The Tickler... The Tickler... The Tickler...

The beetroot curry has made your mouth all red.

What do you call a South-Indian Dracula?

"Vamp-Iyer"!

Shut up, shut up.

- Sorry, sorry. - Shut up!

You're the one who keeps egging me on.

You said the chapter is over but Joyraj refuses to let go.

He's going to shove the bicycle up your a-- and ring your bells.

Ding-dong!

It's all because of you. It's all your fault!

Ah!

Here in Kurukshetra, Arjuna bashes his charioteer...

Ungrateful wretch!

I am not K2.

I am Ketu, the disaster.

Together, we're the eclipse. Rahu and Ketu.

You're Vidyasagar and I'm Setu.

Bhupen?

Is that you?

The Tickler. The Tickler.

Buro has no class today. It's a holiday.

Class is over.

It's all over.

My head's a mess.

Three suicides in a row.

All three were molesters. Good riddance!

But sadly, the law doesn't appreciate a good deed.

My brain is telling me to beat you to a pulp.

But my heart?

It says, "You can't catch the poor boy."

Three scoundrels killed themselves.

But my brain says all three were murders.

Hey, Inspector.

We didn't run away.

Just prove that Kedar Barua murdered them.

You hold the key to the law.

Catch us if you can.

Taufiq Alam.

Shankar Roy.

Hiranmoy Mitra.

Take a good look.

See if you recognize them.

The Mala-Karmakar case.

- It was on the news... - Five years ago.

Right.

Taufiq is from Bangladesh. Shankar, from Bihar.

And this guy is MLA Brindaban Mitra's only son.

Hiranmoy.

The star promoter of Baruipur.

Mala went to their office with her two-year-old daughter, Rinki.

They took Mala to the construction site.

Then they gang raped her and pushed her off the sixth floor.

Since then, Rinki...

has been missing.

MLA Brindaban pulled strings and buried the case.

Mala is very unlucky.

She didn't die.

She survived the fall.

Now she's on a wheelchair.

There's still no trace of Rinki.

And these three are yet to be brought to justice.

You bragged about your uniform.

But you couldn't do s--t!

Don't push it.

I'm the one who signed fake police reports.

My uniform is my handcuff.

I've got an exchange offer for your freedom.

Follow these three scums in your style.

Then pack and dispatch them.

In return...

I'll wipe your three murders off the record.

Three for three.

Buy three, get three free.

Bumper sale!

Remember what I told you at the police-station tutorial?

"Only an inch between life and death.

Got it?"

Right.

No more inches.

Only punches.

Deal?

You said...

you've been doing it all for me.

Now you want to do it for society. Fantastic!

But I'm feeling scared of you.

If I did it in uniform, it wouldn't have bothered you.

And who kicked away the manager's stool?

Don't play Mother Teresa now.

Then fine.

Let's go to jail together. Right?

- Work from jail. - What rubbish are you saying?

Damn right I killed him!

He molested me, not you.

- It's becoming an addiction for you. - Give it back.

- Are you a serial killer, Kedar? - Give it to me.

Who do you think you are? A superhero?

Hey, Paromita.

Swear by me that you won't do this again.

Say it. Promise me.

To kill the old cancer cells...

I still need three doses of the vaccine.

Last over.

Three balls, three wickets.

Then, the Tickler will be gone forever.

Promise?

I promise, my Buri.

Lady killer Romeo Total playboy Romeo!

Flirting master Romeo

He who feels the burn Doesn't take long to learn

Tonight the law is in my hand All restrictions banned

No, no, no! No more rules!

No, no, no! Your time's up!

No, no, no! Get ready for your doom!

Ah, ah, ah! You'll need the antiseptic soon!

No, no, no! No more rules!

No, no, no! Your time's up!

No, no, no! Get ready for your doom!

Ah, ah, ah! You'll need the antiseptic soon!

Sunday, I kick you in the spine

Monday, I break your bones

Tuesday, I punch you in the gut

You better be silent 'Cause I've got a license

I'm a one-man crew The Tickler will get you!

The tickle monster

Now a serial killer

What a superhero thriller

Tonight the party won't stop

It's time for bodies to drop

My heart pumps Bengali bass Making the antenna shake

My heart is going wild The reigns are yours to take

Just five more days, Mom.

Then posting in Kalimpong.

I'll send photos. Dad will show you.

Are you going alone?

No, with my colleague.

My friend.

That boy, right? Don't even know his name.

Kedar.

- What is it? - Delivery.

Kedar Barua.

- Caste? Kayastha? - Kshatriya, a warrior.

No means no!

I'm a one-man crew The Tickler will get you

Beware! You're on my hit list

Scums like you don't deserve to exist

What is your life worth anyway?

Now it's time for you to pay

You can't get away

Time to party No more waiting

Kedar sleeping, K2 waking

We know what's up

Hiding behind politics you walk with pride

Where will you run? Where will you hide?

Here comes serial killer Romeo Don't you worry, my Juliet

No one can save them from their fate

The tickler monster is here It's too late

No, no, no Just scoot already

Ah, ah, ah! You'll need the antiseptic soon!

No, no, no! No more rules!

No, no, no! Your time's up!

No, no, no! Get ready for your doom!

Ah, ah, ah! You'll need the antiseptic soon!

The tickle monster

Now a serial killer

What a superhero thriller

The tickle monster

Now a serial killer

What a superhero thriller

Bangladesh, Bihar... We supply kids across the globe.

I don't know where Rinki is.

Please let me go.

Brindaban and his son are the culprits.

We're innocent.

Spare us!

Everyone will be finished if it gets leaked.

How dare you talk to me like that?

Hey! Shut up!

- Why did you slap me? - Scoundrel!

You've stripped your dad naked. Everything's exposed.

One little slap...

- You had it coming. - Damn it!

- Ruined my reputation... - MLA Brindaban.

- Calm down. - Give me that.

Good for you we found the camera and 35 lakhs cash...

Files full of paedophiles...

Otherwise, the next election...

Oh, Lord Krishna!

Something is fishy, Joyraj.

That girl... What was her name?

- Mala. - It's not Mala's case, is it?

- All three names-- - Could be.

Might be looking for Mala's daughter.

Your son, Hiranmoy, is on the list too.

Bloody idiot!

I don't care what happens to the others.

But if there's even a scratch on my son...

I'll drag you down as quickly as I got you promoted.

I'm not threatening you. Just warning you.

- I'll file a defamation case against-- - Hey!

Not your time to shine, hero.

Wearing underwear over your pants doesn't make you Superman.

When is your train leaving tomorrow?

Kamakhya Express. At 7:00 p.m.

Okay, I will pack dinner for you.

Okay, man.

There's something I haven't told Kedar.

I have decided to retire next month.

Spending my final days in the mountains is a must.

You'll come to the mountains too?

I'll stay there.

What do you think?

Won't you let me help raise my grandchildren?

You'll exclude me?

Sir.

Client is here.

- The one who called? - Yes.

Major Robin Chandra Barua. Ex-Army.

Don't overdo it.

School drama, silver medal. Don't worry, I will manage it.

Stop it.

- Greetings! Hail Lord Krishna! - Greetings.

As per your requirement, I've got best flat for you.

- Fully Vastu compliant. - Wow!

Cold drink, black coffee?

- Anything-- - Excuse me.

The military person always prefers the Darjeeling tea.

Okay, no problem.

- Tina, send three cups of tea. - Okay, sir.

So, shall we see the flat now?

Yes, let's go.

Let's take the lift.

The bright day brings colourful dreams

Come fast, the moment is slipping away

Lost the leg in war?

Kashmir?

In 2018, when I was in Karachi...

Karachi, you know?

Well, I was in the bathroom.

And my kneecap, it started to rotate.

- And when I... - Uncle! Uncle!

It's happening again!

He has no control over it.

An army man's body.

Even after retirement, starts to parade on its own.

- It's alright. - I'm fine.

Left, right. Left, right...

Welcome, welcome, welcome!

Here's your new home.

Come and see for yourself.

A south-east facing flat.

You'll only see eagles, vultures, and stray kites from the window.

I guarantee.

Wow!

It's so breezy, bro. You don't even need a fan.

- Uncle. - Right, Uncle.

- What were you saying? - Well...

I have a silly question.

Ask away.

Does a flat on the first floor cost the same as one on the 24th?

How is that possible?

The higher you go...

- Hey, careful. - Sorry, sorry.

- The higher you go, the higher the rate. - Threat too.

What?

If someone falls from the sixth floor

they'll break their bones and end up in a wheelchair for life.

But if they fall from the 24th floor--

No coming back.

If the master bedroom is on this side--

If Mala was thrown off this floor...

she would've been dead for sure.

Does it ring a bell?

Rana.

Mala has already forgiven Taufiq and Shankar.

- Rana! - Yes, boss.

Today, it's your turn.

Right here. Right now.

- Hey! - That's why she sent me.

Hey, turn around.

Rana!

Back off.

If I were in your place, I would've looked back.

Kedar!

Kedar, get out of the way.

Get lost!

Out!

You messed with the wrong guy.

Oh my God! No, no, no...

Gomes!

That hurt?

Daddy! Daddy!

Save me!

I'm getting married soon. Please!

Please help!

Daddy, please!

Gomes, let him go.

Don't go near the edge!

Daddy, save me! Daddy!

- Get back, Gomes. - Here, hold on.

- Thank you. - Hold tight.

- Thank you, God! - Move back from the edge.

- Let him go! - I'll never do it again!

Gomes!

Gomes!

- Kedar Barua. - Inspector Joyraj--

You are under arrest.

- Put him in the car. - This wasn't the deal.

- Come on! - Hey...

- Get in! - My train leaves at 7:30 p.m.

The one you're calling a suspect

thinks he is the saviour.

We shouldn't mourn the deaths of these sinners.

We should throw a party.

- We should celebrate. - Amazing!

To celebrate, you and Gomes

killed Subrata Biswas, Manob Das and Biplab Mukherjee.

- Objection! Relevance? - What?

They're proven suicides.

No prints.

Nothing, My Lord.

This wasn't the deal, Joyraj. Let me go, let me go, let me go!

Let me go...

Found this in your bag.

Here, take it.

She wants you to share it with him.

She hasn't left, Kedar.

This is Hiranmoy Mitra's murder trial.

Did you murder Hiranmoy Mitra?

Did you kill him?

Did you do it?

Speak up!

I know who did it.

Louder, louder.

I know who did it.

Say the name.

Don't waste the time of the court. Don't waste my time!

- You're intimidating him-- - Tell me the killer's name!

The Tickler.

I am the Tickler's first victim.

I can't believe this, My Lord. A mockery of the court.

I can't take this anymore.

- He's badgering my client. - Is this a fish market?

- I quit. - Order! Order!

I planned to take Kedar into custody from the very beginning.

Jail is the safest place for Kedar right now.

Because his enemy is MLA Brindaban Mitra.

Your Highness.

I am his patient.

I mean... My patient.

I mean, he is my patient.

I believe Kedar can return to a completely normal life.

This miniature and he himself, both are a reality for him.

You know what they say?

"Where the mind is without fear and the toy held high."

What the--

- No, you've got it completely wrong. - No, I never have, Your Honour.

"Where the mind is without fear and the toy held high."

The toy in his hand.

Kedar considers that toy to be real.

That's why he is up for trial.

The childhood toy...

must be returned to him exactly as it is, Your Honour.

But not through punishment.

Through treatment only.

I case my rest.

We didn't get any witness testimony.

Let them tell you what happened that day.

Maybe this is not a murder case.

- But you arrested him for-- - Maybe I was wrong.

You...

...have to fight the final battle for him.

Blackmail will be your weapon

to slay Brindaban.

The original documents?

We've kept it safe.

You'll get it back soon.

What the hell do you mean? After I'm ruined?

Terrible!

Just nine years old.

What are these documents?

All the evidence on Mala's rape and homicide case.

And the MLA's signature on various petty corruption deals.

Who would even bother to search an orphanage?

If these files get out...

Save me, O Lord Krishna!

Please return it to me.

Please don't do this.

I'll do as you say.

I went to serve tea...

and saw Rana lying in a pool of blood.

Then everything went blurry.

I came to in the hospital.

A beautiful nurse greeted me.

Monica...

She smiled at me.

Then?

Heard a gunshot.

I saw a revolver.

It was a gift from Hiranmoy.

Monica is a nice girl but she has faults too--

Point to be noted, My Lord.

That gun was used by the late Mr. Hiranmoy Mitra.

The defendant and Mr. Gomes were unarmed.

Your system will get Kedar out of jail.

- Give me your word. - Bloody...

He was saying...

"Gomes, don't go near the edge.

Let him go! Let him go!"

Then both of them fell...

This is premeditated murder.

It was an accidental death after an altercation.

If it was an accident

why did Kedar put on a charade of bringing Gomes in a wheelchair?

To avoid suspicion, of course.

But the defendant took Mr. Gomes in a wheelchair

to remind Mr. Hiranmoy Mitra

of his misdeeds.

Have a look.

The rape victim.

I'm sure everyone knows her.

My Lord.

We got a lab test report from Hiranmoy Mitra's office.

It proves that

the semen found in her body matches with all.

Gomes or the defendant didn't even know her.

They just went to get a written apology for her.

Is that true, Kedar?

A written apology?

Yes.

- But I regret it. - Why?

Because the Tickler couldn't kill him.

You think Hiranmoy deserved to be killed?

Yes, a hundred times over.

Even innocent people like Gomes die in an accident.

Although, their deaths won't change anything.

She'll never get her daughter back.

Never.

She has a daughter.

The elders adore and pamper the little girl.

No one cares if she feels uncomfortable.

She's just a kid, after all.

This very recklessness gives way to rapists and molesters.

I am Kedar Barua.

The living, breathing victim of the Tickler.

First, the proven assaulter, Hiranmoy, had fired.

What Kedar or Gomes did in self-defense

is still unclear.

The incident that led Inspector Joyraj Singha

to arrest Kedar Barua was merely an accident.

Kedar.

I agree with everything you've said.

But I still have faith in the law.

It is slow yet sure.

Okay?

I'm appointing another psychologist with Dr. Damini Sarkar

to have monthly sessions with Kedar and report back to the court.

In light of all the circumstances and evidence

the court finds Kedar Barua...

not guilty.

Roll down the window.

I'll always hug you tight, Buro.

Go on.

Yeah!

A FEW DAYS LATER

Sorry, I'm late.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Actually...

I just bid goodbye to a big chapter in my life.

- Let's go. - Come on.

- Get in. - After you.

What rubbish are you saying, Buri?

Shame on you!

I remember everything.

Our Puri trip...

What you did to me while Mom was sick...

I still haven't told Kedar about you.

He'll bury you alive if he finds out.

I'm fine.

Let me take this call.

Hello, Joyraj.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello!

The signal is bad.

Are you at the station? Your voice is breaking up.

Hello, one, two, three, mic testing.

Listen.

Your purpose is fulfilled.

How?

We found Rinki.

Mala's daughter.

What?

MLA Brindaban traced her.

Hello?

Hey, can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello, Kedar?

Kedar--

Get down!

Hey!

Let's go. Move it.

Memories fade into pictures Buds bloom into flowers

You're mine and I'm yours

Everything falls in place Like two pieces in a puzzle

You're mine forever or never

My dear Buro

Your Buri is waiting for you

Can't live without you Come close to me

Please, please, please

I'm ready

I'm ready in a heartbeat

Find me the map that leads to you

I want to live in your heart forever

On the blank canvas

Like two colourful balloons

We'll fly high into the sky

And paint a rainbow bright

Love is drizzling down on us

Leaving us drenched in passion

A yellow kite lights up the grey sky

As we melt into rain

Losing track of night and day

We rewrite the equation of love

Ready to brave the stormy seas

Memories fade into pictures Buds bloom into flowers

You're mine and I'm yours

Everything falls in place Like two pieces in a puzzle

You're mine forever or never

Let the world drift away

Let us fade into oblivion

We'll fly back home together on broken, wet wings

Let our hearts beat in sync

As we paint our hopes on the clouds

Weaving our precious world of dreams