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[Dance music playing]

"‘Dance everybody”

“Some have large pockets.”

“Some have smaller pockets.”

Some are taller.”

“Some are short.”

“Some have large pockets.”

“Some have smaller pockets.”

“Some are taller.”

“Some are short.”

“I say all beware.”

“I am a ‘rasgulla’ from Kolkata.”

“Ho, I am a ‘rasgulla’ from Kolkata.”

“I am a ‘rasgulla’ from Kolkata.”

“Ho, I am a ‘rasgulla’ from Kolkata.”

Hey!

Sorry I’m so late today.

Have you eaten anything?

What’s the matter?

How was your day? What did you do?

Are you using me?

Do you?

Suro…

What?

Sorry.

What sorry?

I know. But it’s not like that.

Don’t get so upset, please.

I’m really sorry.

It’s just that I overheard your conversation.

That’s not the right thing to do.

I sent a team to the lakes.

You know how news spreads.

If I didn’t use it someone else would.

[Scoffs]

I’m sorry.

Okay, I’m sorry.

It’s okay.

One minute.

What are we celebrating?

It’s better than that.

Yes, but what’s the occasion.

Guess!

I’m very bad at guessing.

I know.

Three years ago today we met for the first time.

You never remember anything.

Really!

Cheers.

In an encounter with a notorious drug mafia gang...

...our Sub Inspector Abida Nasreen lost her life.

They had a big operation planned.

We were trying to stop it.

They attacked the police forces.

As a result Abida Nasreen died .

OC Suranjan Sen was severely wounded.

We were successful in neutralising the gang.

We’ve had news...

...during the incident you indiscriminately shot 8 people dead.

Is that true?

I’ve got no such news.

I don’t know how you all get this news.

Are the dead bodies in your office?

Is it true that Abida Nasreen acted on her own?

Police turned up once they got the news.

I have no such information.

Mr Sen did Abida Nasreen report to you?

I was Abida’s senior officer.

It means it was a case of personal vendetta.

You just killed at random.

You put a lady officer in front for your operation?

Before asking questions, you must have sufficient proof.

When will we get the police statement?

The press briefing is over.

When we have further news you’ll get it.

Thank you!

Anyway, what did you tell us today?

I’m sorry but I have to leave now.

Okay, listen.

Sir.

Give them a printed statement.

Okay, Sir.

Okay.

Sir.

Excuse me!

Yes.

Could I speak to you?

No more questions about this case.

Was this Bihar’s Rachpal Singh’s gang?

Perhaps you didn’t hear what I said.

I won’t talk about this case.

Can I meet you later to ask different questions?

Sure.

By the way, the way you tried to save a lady officer...

...as a woman I’m most grateful.

But I failed.

Can I ask one more question?

I know I won’t get an answer.

Were you in love with Abida?

Here.

Hello, Mr Sen.

You have my number?

No.

Then how did you know it was me?

Where are you?

Okay, I’m coming there.

Thank you so much.

Cheers.

To good health.

[Embarrassed cough]

Okay.

Let’s take a selfie.

Selfie?

Yes. Get well soon.

Selfie!

[Giggles and self conscious laugh]]

Boring Suranjan Sen

[Laugh]

Hey, Shankar ‘bhaiya’.

Shankar ‘bhaiya’!

Oh my God!

[Panicked panting]

Look.

It’s Shankar ‘bhaiya’ .

Shankar ‘bhaiya’!

What’s happened to him?

Is he unconscious or dead?

It looks like he’s been murdered.

There’s something stuffed in his mouth.

What’s happened? Move.

Move.

Oh it’s ‘bhaiya’ .

Go on open it.

One minute, wait.

Who is a resident of this house? -‘Bhaiya’.

I’m Shankar’s elder brother.

Where are the keys to the house? -I have the keys. Should I open it?

Who are you?

She is the maid.

Where were you?

‘Bhaiya’ stays upstairs all the time.

And his wife?

She has gone to the ‘Machaan’ (open air stage). -‘Machaan’?

Shankar’s wife sings at open air shows..

She has shows every night. -I see.

Show on every night!

I see, very nice!

You two come in with me, okay?

Get rid of the rest. Remove him first.

Open the door.

What’s that in his mouth?

Panty!

Who came inside? -Sister fu**er

This is not madam’s.

What do you mean? -No...

Madam wears silk with laces only.

She doesn’t wear this cotton stuff.

I do all the laundry so I know.

Where do you stay?

In the slum behind us.

She works in our house.

She wouldn’t have done anything.

Why do you have the keys?

‘Bhaiya’ drinks and falls asleep.

He can’t open the door.

Before madam comes, I open the door

Make the food, sweep the floor… -Alright enough!

Don’t need to babble on.

It’s a murder case.

Listen, inform his missus.

Make sure no one touches the body.

Okay?

Alright. Get outside.

Move.

Go outside.

Hello...

You know Shankar...

Yes. His wife does open air programs.

He’s been murdered.

There’s been a murder in the locality.

The police are raising hell here.

That friend of yours...

Why don’t you tell him?

The one who works for TV!

If he wants a byte of the action then…

Absolute disaster!

Shankar ‘bhaiya’ has my panty in his mouth.

Your panty! Meaning?

Day before I’d put it out to dry on the roof.

I thought it got blown away.

Now I see it’s stuffed in Shankar’s mouth.

Why do you wear panties?

My mother, grandma they never wore them.

Now there’ll be a circus.

The police will come.

If you don’t tell how’ll they know?

Do I go around showing people my panties?

Huh!

Sir.

I’ll call you later. -Suranjan.

Sir.

In the Bowbazaar area there’s been a murder.

The murder weapon is quite strange.

Meaning…

The Hollywood thriller type!

What’s it, Sir?

It’s a female underwear.

[Scoffs]

Shantanu is now the OC at Bowbazar.

It's a new post for him.

He’s a good lad but slightly nervous.

Could you send someone from here?

No problem, Sir.

I’ll inform him...

...there’s a team going from here.

Sir.

You come with me.

Sir.

Sir...

Panty!

You go and have a look.

Take Mira with you.

It’ll be easier to talk to the ladies.

Anisur ‘da’...

...along with Mira, could I take Riju as well?

It’s a bit of an internal affair, no?

The subject is right up your street.

Take Riju along. I’ll let Mr Sen know.

Oh God! What has happened?

I’ve become a widow now.

Thank you.

Gouranga da, long time since we met.

How are you, Sir?

I’m fine. How’re you Shantanu? -I’m well.

These are my SIs.

This is Mira Dasgupta and that is Riju Basu. -Greetings!

Greetings!

This is the deceased’s wife Pinky Paul.

Her manager Shambhu Barik!

Where were the two of you yesterday? At the time of the murder!

At the Krishnanagar Professional Club's victory night...

All film stars were there. You can check it.

We’ll see them later.

Where’s the panty?

It’s in the evidence box, Sir.

Shameful ! How disgusting!

The police told me everything.

Cheap tiger print!

That too cotton!

Shame!

It had tiger prints… -Yes, Sir!

You’re watching News City breaking news…. Panty murder in Bowbazaar.

Let’s talk to the house maid Chanu.

I can swear it couldn’t be madam’s.

I wash all her things.

I know she only wears silk with lace.

She doesn’t wear all this cotton stuff.

Someone else did this.

A murder like this in the locality!

Where were the police?

Where is our security?

Where is our security?

Listen.

This murder is definitely done by a woman.

Any murder and the boys get blamed.

This has to stop.

If you telecast this news, its inappropriate for kids.

May I come in?

Madam? - Yes...

Say.

So you missed the panty. Pity!

With you around someone else broke the news.

I know.

What could I do?

No one gave me a hint.

I had a lovely headline.

Shall I tell you?

Go ahead headline man.

"What’s behind the panty?"

Shut up man, this is not the time. Come on.

To save face we need to do something.

If a scoop like this is missed, Mumbai will not spare you.

I know. I’ve already had phone calls.

Well there!

All the best.

Thanks.

[Suranjan Sen can't take calls at the moment]

[Please leave a voice message after the beep]

[Beep]

Suranjan I phoned to tell you...

...news spreads like fire as I had said.

Breaking news of the panty murder...

I didn’t do it. Some other channel did it.

Now you be happy.

[Phone rings]

Hello.

The clock is ticking.

You can’t release such a person in society.

Especially, when you have all the proof.

That is the problem, Sir.

All the proof seems like a setup.

I can’t establish a link with the murder.

No one saw him at the spot.

He has a strong alibi at the drinking joint.

Now the body’s been stolen.

The doctor doesn’t admit it but…

...the murderer’s finger marks were on her neck.

I didn’t get the opportunity to match them.

Is it?

Yes, Sir. Ask Mansoor.

At first, even he thought it was suicide...

...when the body was stolen we felt it was murder.

What if Aslam stole the body?

I don’t think he could afford to hire a matador or a gun!!

He’s an unfortunate drunkard.

Then who kidnapped your daughter?

It was fixed, Sir.

The person who threatened me on the phone, did it to scare me.

So that Aslam becomes suspect.

Since you are convinced, release him.

You might be making a mistake.

Any way, I’m always there with you.

Thank you, Sir.

I knew you’d understand.

Sorry. Extremely sorry.

The DC was on the line. - Sir.

These media people have got into the panty.

So what’s the update?

Sir, a man has been murdered.

He must be about forty.

He died of suffocation.

He was drunk so he couldn’t resist.

There were expensive things in his room.

His wife’s jewellery was also there.

Nothing was stolen.

It was not a burglary or robbery.

It was murder for a personal revenge.

Right!

Forensics says the murder was between two and five.

The door was not forced.

It means the murderer already had a key.

Why?

If the person was known to him...

...the victim himself may have opened the door.

Possible.

No, Sir.

He was too drunk to have opened the door.

We found two 750 ml bottles.

That too was cheap quality.

I reckon that was murderer’s biggest mistake.

The door was not forced.

Who else had a key?

His elder brother Ratan.

His maid Chanu.

And his wife!

My gut feeling is Shambhu and Pinky are involved.

I don’t know whether you noticed, they were both very nervous.

They kept looking at each other.

They even have a motive.

Remove the thorn.

Who’s this Pinky?

The victim’s wife.

Sir, this doesn’t seem like an outside job.

Tell me...

...how long does it take from Krishnagar to Kolkata?

About three hours?

At night it would have taken even less.

So come at night and commit the murder...

..and returning is quite possible, Sir.

In four hours.

It also matches the murder time. -Exactly.

Okay, that’s fine.

Let’s work on this assumption for now.

Right, Sir.

I was saying...

...we need to talk to the band members.

Right!

But the most important question.

Whose panty was it?

[Snigger]

Alright. Come next week again.

Okay.

I hope no one saw you.

Don’t think so.

Where’s it?

I'll bring...

Here.

I don’t want to get involved in all this.

Why have you picked us up?

We know nothing.

We saw it for the first time on TV.

Yes!

I’m leaving this band anyway. - Why?

Bad music! The boss’s bad behaviour!

All these bad arrangements! -That’s fine. No need for any tension.

Some normal questions and you’re free to go.

So… -Listen,

My dad is a corporation councillor.

The Mayor visits us regularly.

You can’t harass us. We won’t give any answers.

Ouch.

Why do you grow a beard?

It hurt my hand.

Now tell us what happened that day.

Sir, that day we had a show near Krishnanagar.

We got the stage a bit late.

We finished the show...

...Dulu and I went to our hotel room.

We ordered food through room service.

We ate and then went to bed.

Normally we would’ve travelled the same night.

That night Shambhu decided to stay.

Madam wasn’t feeling well.

Normally we don’t have night stays.

They pay cash...

...we buy our food on the way.

You don’t travel together?

We used to before. - I see.

What happened? Carry on.

Shankar da and madam used to travel together.

And then the four of us.

Four meaning?

Shambhu used to travel with us.

Suddenly Shankar da stopped coming to the shows.

Now Shambhu and madam travel in the rented Honda City.

We travel in a rented Tata Magic with all our gear.

I see.

Which room did Shambhu sleep in that night?

Tell me.

He used to come back late from madam’s room.

We normally take a room for four.

Yesterday, he came back in the morning.

It was 5:20 am as I saw.

Who do you hire these cars from?

Parimal Das. His garage is in Bowbazaar.

I see.

Good boy.

Here it is

Check the clutch plate. Okay?

Who is Parimal Das?

You all go.

I am.

Which car did Pinky Devi take?

Hello, just wait a bit.

What did you say?

The car involved in the murder case. Which one is it?

Who are you?

We live in this area.

In the red building close by.

Lalbazaar.

That driver who took Pinky to Krishnanagar...

...Where’s he?

‘You’re watching News City breaking news….’ 'Panty murder in Bowbazaar.’

'Let’s talk to the maid Chanu.’

‘I can swear it couldn’t be madam's.’

‘This murder is definitely done by a woman.’

‘Any murder and the boys get blamed.’

‘This must stop.’

Are you going home?

My wife has fever. Got a call from the village.

I’ll see her for a couple of days.

Give me 500 rupees please.

You owe me 200 rupees from before.

I’ll give it all back.

Remember to return it.

Yes I will.

Are you going home, Rajinder?

I don’t know anything, Sir.

We’ll see to that.

For now, come with us.

Come.

Wait.

So ‘bhabi’ (brother’s wife)… sorry!

Can I call a widow 'bhabi'?

Forget it.

What I want to ask is...

Why did you commit murder?

You could’ve divorced him.

What are you saying?

I don’t understand anything.

I am asking you directly!

You and your darling Shambhu murdered Shankar.

That we know.

What I am asking is...

...If you wanted to marry Shambhu, you could’ve gone for a divorce.

Why murder him?

Look, Officer...

You can't force my client to answere.

You are attributing external motives on her.

Look, I am an artist.

I was in Krishnanagar when the murder took place.

No…

You are lying.

Why did you commit murder?

[Phone rings]

Hello Lalbazaar.

That panty is mine.

Who is it?

That panty is mine.

Panty! Who’s speaking?

The murder that happened….

Sir, she’s talking about some murder and panty...

Murder! Transfer it to homicide.

Hello

Hello Sir, someone’s calling about panty murder.

Shall I transfer to you?

Transfer it to Gouranga Biswas. He’s in the interrogation room.

[Phone rings]

Hello. Yes.

Gouranga 'da'.

I’m Bashana Sil from Bowbazaar.

That panty is mine!

Sure? -I had put it out on the roof to dry...

...someone took it.

Whose roof? - Pinky’s...

I am their tenant.

We live on their top floor.

I see.

Everyone’s interview is on TV.

I am the original one.

That panty is mine.

Please take care of it, Sir.

Bullshit!

We know your husband beat you.

Admit your crime.

We promise to treat your case with compassion.

You won’t even get a long sentence.

You’ll be out in 3 or 4 years.

Madam, you have no proof.

You’re trying to trap my client into a deal.

My client will not plead guilty. She's innocent!

Alright.

You can wait outside and have a consultation.

Meanwhile, let's call Shambhu.

I’m representing him as well.

Okay!

Madam, show me your hand please.

Why?

We’ll get your fingerprint.

My fingerprint… -Did you wear gloves?

Gloves. Did you wear them?

You forgot?

Ma’am, if you had to murder where was the planning?

I really feel unwell.

I want to go home.

You will.

First admit it.

Shambhu and you opened the door and went inside.

Go on.

You were stupid, ma’am...

There’s still time. Admit it.

Told you we’ll treat the case with compassion.

The sentence will be lenient.

As a victim of domestic violence you’ll get sympathy.

[Retches]

I am feeling sick.

Right.

Take her outside.

Please do it in the commode.

If she throws up in the basin, drown her in it.

Go.

Call Shambhu in here. - Yes, Sir.

[Retching]

Come on in.

Where are they taking her?

Her? To puke.

Puke? One minute...

How much longer will it take, Sir?

Not long!

If you confess, like Pinky did...

It’ll be over in no time.

Wait! Why me?

Whatever they ask.

Just tell them the truth. Get it?

Are they torturing inside? -Pardon?

Cigarette burns?

Don't worry. You’ll see.

Just wait a minute...

...Suranjan Sen is inside. He’s…

Suranjan Sen is old hat.

I’m new. I’ll only pluck your hair.

Meaning…

Come on.

Answer whatever he asks, okay?

What you don’t want to answer, don’t.

Yes, absolutely!

You are the one who got the panty from the roof?

Right?

She’s told them everything?

She set me up!

Bloody b*tch!

Sir, I don’t know anything. Believe me.

It was all her idea.

I know it all.

Let me tell you.

Correct me if I’m wrong.

After marrying Pinky, Shankar stopped playing the drums.

You joined the band to play the drums.

Shankar started drinking heavily.

He couldn’t attend the shows.

You got close to Pinky.

You left the others and got into madam’s bed.

Till there it was fine.

Then you decided to get rid of Shankar.

On the night of the Krishnanagar show, you hatched a plan to stay there overnight.

Paying for two extra rooms was no big deal.

You took the car keys from Rajender.

No point being clever.

Rajender has told us everything.

Sir, I’ll tell you.

I had my dinner and fell asleep in the car.

Shambhu came and asked for the car keys.

He often did this.

They often took the car and went on a drive.

He came again that night…

I gave him the keys yet again.

There was a kind of cover...

...I lay down there.

I couldn’t sleep.

I couldn’t sleep all night. I was tense!

When they came back in the morning I checked the meter.

It was over 300.

When I asked, he said he would pay me cash.

So I took the car and immediately left for Kolkata.

I went to a mechanic and altered the meter.

I didn’t murder anyone.

Sir, I was running away that's true...

I panicked seeing the news, Sir. Was really scared....

I didn’t murder anyone, Sir.

Believe me.

I can drive a car not murder anyone.

Please forgive me.

Let me go.

I haven’t murdered anyone.

You went to Kolkata around two at night, and entered the room.

Pinky had the keys.

Shankar was drunk and asleep.

You pinned him down by his hands and legs.

Pinky used the panty to suffocate him..

[Struggles to breath]

Tuck it in.

[Panting stops]

After that he was dead.

You happily returned to Krishnanagar by five.

Then the phone call came., the acting started.

That is what I’d told her.

I tried to explain to her, Sir.

What’s the point of murder?

Exactly! -Yes, Sir.

Get a divorce.

Pinky said she wouldn’t get the house.

Right...

Her greed has led me into this mess.

Tell us something...

Why didn’t you use any different murder weapon?

I’ll tell you? -Go ahead.

I’ll tell you everything.

When Pinky did that with me… you know.

She’d take it… I mean...

Her panty. She’d put in my mouth.

She said it was a turn on for her.

She got extra energy from it.

I see.

We got someone else's panty...

...so no one would get suspicious.

We had seen this in a blue film.

Sir, believe me.

I did nothing.

It was all her idea. Honestly!

This I must try.

Sir, I’ve got my mother at home.

A sister too. I have to get her married.

Please, Sir…

He’s so weird. He just killed someone...

...but never thought of the impact.

No one does. What better is he?

Mother f**ker!

[urinates]

Bloody sisterf***er!

Is this a public urinal?

Pissed for free!

Have you been there yet?

I'll take you.

Aslam! Listen.

You’re here? I thought the police arrested you.

They let you go?

They did arrest me. But they let me go.

Uncle, get me a pint, please.

You wait here. I’ll get it.

I have no money. I’ll pay you later.

That’s alright.

Give me a pint.

Here take it.

Leave all this now...

...take your mother and go towards Park Circus.

I hear there’s a lot of work there.

The girl is dead.

Whether she killed herself or someone killed her...

What good is it to you?

Do you want to die as well?

We’ll speak later. I’ll be off now.

I’ll be back in a minute.

Aslam.

Aslam!

Help!

[Screams]

Call the Hospital.

Give me the phone.

Call the ambulance.

Please save me. Save me…