[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 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."
"Unbaked clay turns into a baked brick."
"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'