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Listen.
Please listen.
You’re not even looking at me.
I watched you on the news all day.
It was good.
No, not the news.
Do you know the brand name?
Agent Provocateur.
Let’s check it out.
So, what’s the plan?
Tell me what happened that day?
Believe me, what you showed in your news...
...the police know nothing beyond that.
If you don’t want to tell me, forget it. -Okay…
Please relax.
Okay listen.
Listen.
So I went to the hotel.
Asked which room the boys from Bihar were in.
The receptionist said they were in the dormitory on the roof.
I went upstairs.
I shot the lad in both elbows…
Before that I had shot the bulb down.
Then I came back and had dinner with you. That’s all.
All bunkum.
Is it? -Leave it.
When I tell the truth you don’t believe me.
Listen what happened next.
Listen please.
A helicopter came there.
Roger Moore stepped out of it.
He had two AK-47 rifles in either hand.
Ursula Andress was by his side.
Beautiful story
What?
Suro, I don’t want to lose you.
What?
Stop… Could I come with you?
Okay. Come.
We’ve got requests to help with three different death cases.
Sir, has that hotel shooting case come to us yet?
Gouranga!
It’s interesting, that’s why.
In these three cases three young boys have died.
Apparently it seems like suicide.
We have evidence to suspect murder.
Dr Bakshi.
It’s a clear pattern.
Chloroform is used to make the victim unconscious...
...then the exhaust pipe is attached...
...And the body is left behind.
The death is caused by asphyxia.
What does asphyxia mean?
Death due to lack of oxygen.
The emission fills the car.
Carbon monoxide causes death.
Is it painless?
That is only a myth. It’s very painful.
Those who are dying are young lads.
They’re from good families.
But who’s killing them, Sir?
That is the question.
Anisur.
Fix up meetings with the families of the victims.
Should we call them here?
No,we’ll go there.
Background check is essential.
Yes I know.
Sir.
I’ll hang up now.
Come in.
You sent for me, Sir?
What’s wrong, Sabir?
You don’t inform me about anything.
What happened?
Why, Sir, what’s wrong?
I heard someone from Lalbazaar came to see you...
...with some report about Ruby.
You didn’t tell me.
Sir when I told you about the truck murder and money.
You got very angry.
That’s why I didn’t tell you.
Sabir, relax.
That was a bad day.
Sit down.
What did they say?
Someone called Anisur Rehman came.
He’s a senior member of homicide.
I know. He’s Suranjan’s sycophant.
Nonsense! What was he baying about?
He showed me a report, Sir.
It had Rubina Khatun’s name.
It also said that she’d had sex before she died.
Tell me something.
Who do they think murdered Ruby?
Sir, he didn’t say anything about that.
Don’t you feel someone from Lalbazaar has done all this?
Otherwise who sent the report to Lalbazaar?
Think about it.
Any reason why your son should commit suicide?
What can I say, Sir?
I can’t quite understand it myself.
Bubun meaning Rajat.
He was a fun loving boy.
He had a job in TCS.
He was very fond of cars.
He’d got this car recently.
Was he having an affair?
I mean...
I mean, problem with any girl?
We need to know everything.
Rajat was a gay.
It took us some time to accept this but…
…then everything became normal.
Was there someone steady?
No.
He used to say, mom, it’ll take time.
And he was happy.
He had many friends.
He used to party a lot.
In fact last night he was going to a party,
That’s why he went out.
I just don’t understand what went wrong.
Pal, the PM report appears to be genuine.
But the semen sample turned out to be water.
Doesn’t that seem odd to you?
Absolutely, Sir.
From what source it has made it to your table?
If you don’t investigate that…
…How will you know who swapped it?
Or what actually happened?
Sir.
Yes.
I’m wondering who to ask.
There is one person, Sir.
Who’s that?
I have no idea.
Why would he commit suicide? Why?
Why commit suicide?
It wasn’t a suicide.
He was murdered.
What?
Did he have any enemy?
Why should anyone have enmity with him?
I manage the business.
Sunil never even went to the factory even if there was a problem
Sorry to ask you this.
Did he have a boyfriend?
What do you mean?
What?
Boyfriend! Meaning what?
What? -Meaning… Relax…
Listen to me.
Another boy was killed.
He was a gay.
What do you mean to say?
What do you mean to say?
You people can’t solve anything.
Now you put the blame onto my son.
Sorry. We’re sorry.
Thank you so much.
Why did you raise the hotel shooting case?
Why am I always like this?
Even my wife says I’m empty-headed. - She’s spot on
Sir, any news on that case?
One of the victims was gay.
The other may’ve been gay too.
But his father’s not accepting it.
The dad probably had suspicions about his son.
That’s why he got angry.
Gay means from behind…Homo…
Why did you stop at homo?
We’re all homos.
All of us?
Yes.
Even me? - Yes.
No, I’m not, Sir. -Sure?
Yes.
Gauranga we’re all homo-sapiens.
You probably meant homo-sexual, right?
Right.
Mira. - Yes?
We should speak to the victim’s friends.
We’ll get some clue or the other.
So shall we go?
okay sir!
Can I come as well?
Just for knowledge.
Come on. - Yes.
Doesn’t it hurt to do it from behind?
Since you’re going, you can ask.
Try it once as well.
Bull!
If you’ve finished. - Yes, let's go.
Was Sunil Khaitan a friend of you all?
Yes.
Sunil and I were classmates and grew up together.
I met him for the first time in college.
I met him at an S&M club.
S&M?
Sado-Masochism.
A type of sex.
If you want pain or humiliation then…
Okay…Very good.
Sunil's family wasn't aware of this, right?
They must’ve known something.
He was neither secretive nor did he hide anything.
His mother perhaps had a suspicion.
But his dad knew it all.
They even wanted to marry him off.
He was basically bi-curious.
We too had something going on for a while.
Actually I’m also bi.
Bi-curious means…
People who are interested in both boys and girls.
Oh! You mean AC/DC.
Who could’ve killed Sunil?
Any rivalries in your friends group or things like that?
That’s what we can’t figure out.
Could there be a break up in any relationship?
We don’t know.
These people seemed quite normal.
They were well spoken and smart as well.
Why should they be abnormal?
Yes, there is that.
These people who are ‘bi- ‘…
Do they need a husband and wife when they get married?
Who says they have to get married?
There is that as well.
This girl there gives it to girls only?
The girl was quite pretty.
You feel the boys have suffered a loss?
Yes, I’m just a bit old fashioned.
Yes.
But this girl is also ‘bi-‘.
So there is still a chance.
What’s this ‘trans’ business?
That’s a word going popular these days. - What? No.
Suppose a boy despite his male body feels he’s a girl.
Or a girl in female body thinks she’s a man.
Okay that’s enough for today.
Where’s the world going to?
I’ll find my wife is bug*ering me someday.
I don’t feel good, mom.
I want to go home.
Few more days and they'll discharge you.
What’re you doing all day alone?
My time is well occupied.
I have books. I speak to Shikha.
Our neighbour Mr. Dutta, he drops in sometimes.
His children live abroad.
Tomorrow is papa’s death anniversary.
It’s been 16 years.
Is Ghazi sir inside?
May I?
What’s up Mansoor?
Why are you bu*gering yourself?
Sister f*cker why did you go beat up the tempo driver.
How do you…
You were having tea at Hassan’s shop with people from Lalbazaar.
Then you phoned.
Then you went and beat up Govind.
Who told you to?
Did I ask you to?
I didn’t, did I? - No.
Sister f*cker if you don’t have the brains
Then why f**k your own a*se?
What?
Ghazi sir gets all the news, okay?
Don’t act like an a*sehole.
Sit.
Sit you sister f*cker.
What did the Lalbazaar people ask you?
What did you say?
They’ve seen the post mortem report.
She was pregnant.**
Yes.
Do you have a problem with that?
No.
Ruby getting screwed, you have a problem with that?
Did you rape her?
Did you remove the body with Govind?
Then why do you have an itchy bum? Sisterf**ker!
Tell me?
You've messed everything up.
Sister f*cker!
What was the point of beating up Govind?
Why did you have to alert the police?
Don’t you know how to kill someone?
If you have to hurt them, just kill them.
What’s the point of tickling their ar*e?
Did Lalbazaar say anything about anyone else?
Nothing about anyone else.
The enquiry is based on information in that report.
It’ll stop in three or four days.
No one has any interest in these petty cases.
If you leave your backside gaping people will shaft you.
Forget that.
What did you tell the police about Govind?
Nothing…
Are you sure?
Then get into some whore’s vagina for a few months.
Bury your nose and hide in there.
If you come out I’ll skin you alive.
And send your body out in one of the trucks.
Do you understand?
Please forgive me, boss.
Would you like some tea?
Yes… No…. -Yes?
How much will you take to get out of here?
F*ck off now.
Okay.
Govind must not talk to Lalbazaar.
I’ll take care of that.
Sir, we got this from the first boy.
Rajat.
Rajat’s family seemed fairly supportive.
They had no problem with Rajat being gay.
Exactly! They were quite open about it.
He looks absolutely like a girl here.
Did the victims know each other?
No, it doesn’t seem like it.
At least they don’t have a common friend circle.
Tell me one thing.
How did the murderer get to meet them?
If we assume the murderer is the same person…
…the pattern is so similar.
If they moved in different circles then…
…how did the murderer meet them?
Sir, it could be on social media.
Social media is beyond me.
I can email, send an address on WhatsApp and that’s it.
We’ll have to take help from the cyber crime unit.
No, Sir.
I mean Riju knows a lot about these things.
He also wants to be involved in this case.
You know Manoj in cyber crime? -Yes.
Brief him.
I will talk to him as well.
We have to inform the DC officially.
Sir, one more request.
Can we operate from Riju’s cabin? - Why?
Then he’ll have a bit of involvement.
He’s getting very bored.
Why aren’t they releasing him?
His pressure is fluctuating a lot.
They were saying he’ll need a Sodium-Potassium test.
If you ask the DC once, he will agree.
Okay, let me see.
Hey Govind!
Govind.
Come on Govind.
Come outside quickly.
Sister f*cker!
Weren't you dying to go to office?
Now the office has come to the hospital.
I hope we’re not disturbing you. -No there’s no problem.
I was just getting bored.
So what’s the status now?
All three lads went to some website called Penis Court.
We got it from their mobiles and laptops.
Penis court! That’s a catchy name.
We’ve got a number from each of their phones.
When you call, it says number does not exist
Perhaps SIM cards were discarded after use.
It means we can’t locate those phones.
No, they are all old phones.
They’re sold so as we can’t track their GPS signal.
That I get.
But who’s buying and selling these phones?
Can’t we find that out?
We are on it.
Alright.
May I come in, Sir?
Yes, come on in.
What’s the matter, Sir?
You incessantly keep calling me here.
I might as well be posted to Lalbazaar.
Can you leave your fiefdom and come here?
You and your jokes, Sir!
Tell me what’s wrong, Sir? I have to get back as well.
Do you know anything about the Rubina Khatoum case?
How would I know, Sir?
You’re bypassing me and speaking to the local OC.
You’ve even spoken to the SI.
But I was told the OC reported it to you first.
Are you accusing me, Sir?
You think I’m your enemy?
I’m not your enemy.
One more question.
Someone left that girls PM report on my table.
Along with a semen sample.
It probably was from the person who raped that girl.
Who would rape a prostitute, Sir?
You aren’t attending the gender workshop, are you?
Why don’t you get to the point, Sir?
The semen sample which was on my table…
…Someone swapped it with water.
Do you know who the potential murderer could be?
I feel it must be someone from Lalbazaar itself.
A whore from Watgunj…
…she probably takes in ten people a day
How will you find out whose semen it, Sir?
If it’s from your department in Lalbazaar, you can definitely do so.
Sir maybe, that’s why someone sent it to you.
Then some bootlicker found an opportunity and changed it.
I didn’t send it, Sir.
If I were to catch someone,
I’d strip him naked and parade him in public.
Send this and send that!
I don’t do all that drama.
I think you probably know, Sir.
Who sent it?
I’ll take your leave.
Just give me a call whenever you need me
I'm available for you 24x7, Sir.
My god, the murderer knew the playing field well.
Listen Manoj.
Yes.
Our basic task is to find out who these people chat to on this site.
Yes, but if we don’t have a clue
Programming such a mammoth task is impossible
We’ve got to narrow it down.
Exactly! Tell me something.
All three had expensive cars, right?
Right!
All of them had pictures of cars on their profile.
Right!
So can’t we find out who they had chats with in common?
If there are a lot of people.
We’ve to find out who has a profile of cars.
Maybe the murderer is onto the car freacks.
Good idea.
The news of the bodies in the cars
hasn’t reached the media yet.
By tomorrow it will.
Sir, the investigation is at an advanced stage.
They’ve located the website.
We’ll identify the person soon.
It shouldn’t take much time.
We should have a definite clue today.
Good.
If we can stop a serial killer at three murders, nothing like it.
Sir, about that hotel shooting….
No, there's no progress.
No witness or anything.
Sir there was one witness, Sir.
How do you know?
No, Sir, in office…
…I just overheard.
Now there’s no one.
Are you worried about Watgunj again?
No, Sir.
Sit.
Thank you, Sir.
At first I decided not to tell you.
Then I felt it’s best if you know.
Some days ago a sex worker was murdered in Watgunj.
There’s a long story behind it, forget that.
Her body was in the morgue.
The body got stolen from there.
Her post mortem report and a semen sample…. was left on my table by someone.
The semen sample turned out to be water in the end.
Do you know anything about it?
No, but why water?
Who would send that?
Move, step aside.
Sir.
When did this happen?
Someone called so he came outside.
Then I heard the gun shots.
came out and saw him lying there.
Someone gets murdered right next to the police station!
What are you all doing?
Getting bribed, what else!
All of them are hand in gloves with Ghazi.
Oye, what did you say?
Why? Are you going to thrash me?
Don't lose your heads.
We’ll catch the murderer.
As if you’ve caught all the murderers?
This is the only one left.
Did you find who killed that prostitute?
And Aslam, who killed him?
Who killed that truck driver?
Will you bell the cat?
They’ve killed Govind. They shot him.
The police?
I don’t know. Could be Ghazi’s men.
Instead of returning the report to me,
Sir leaked it to LalBazaar.
Now, they will kill me as well.
Why would sir leak it? - Then who did?
Not sure.
Something's wrong.
You trust him so much?
I don’t like all this.
Now I’ll die as well.
I told you it’s getting risky.
You’re worrying for nothing, Farooq.
These people knew Govind.
Govind had moved the body from the morgue for them.
Only Govind knew where the body was.
If we keep our mouths shut they won’t know a thing about us.
Where has Shabana gone? - I don't know.
Why are we doing all this? Why am I doing it?
What do I gain?
Don't you remember anything, Farooq?
Where are you running motherf**ker!
I’m a bit worried about Farooq.
Does he need money again?
Open the dorr motherf**ker! [Knocking]
Look around the market.
[Knocking]
Ghazi sir, you? - What?
How long do you take to open the door? - No, Sir.
What were you hiding?
Akbar came here, didn't he?
There’s no one here.
Don't lie or we'll bury you right here.
There’s no one besides us.
I swear on God there’s no one here.
Step aside.
Move.
I swear on God.
You’re telling the truth?
I swear by God there’s no one here.
If there is, you sister f*cker!
You f*cker!
Why do you all lie?
I swear... I…
Finish the job and come quickly.
Mummy!
Sir, come.
Move aside, move.
Come in, Sir.
Mummy…
No one will testify, will they?
There are so many people here.
No one will say anything.
If all of you keep quiet how will sir make a case?
Who will speak up, dad?
Whoever talks will die.
Your daughter?
Yes, Sir.
And this is their son?
Yes, Sir.
His son.
He’ll stay with me for now.
I’ve informed his uncle.
Arrange to send the dead bodies to the morgue.
Das, finish what you’re doing. Then please get me some tea.
Babar will you have some tea. Make it two teas.
What’s the name of that boy?
Son of the victims...
Farooq.
How’s he in his studies?
He’s very good, Sir.
He’s an excellent student.
He keeps saying he wants to become a doctor.
Okay, if his mark sheet is good send it to me.
Let me see what I can do.
One can get a loan these days.
He took a loan to make you a doctor.
I’ve paid back almost half of that already.
Well done! Keep your accounts to yourself.
I’m leaving.
I'm not ungrateful to him, Farzana.
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