She's still unconscious.
She woke up once and said with difficulty...
Gurung's wife told Sheela that Jaiswal killed her husband.
And he told her to let Sheela know...
that he can harm her too because her boyfriend is too nosy.
Bulls**t! Nonsense!
Jaiswal didn't kill Gurung. The culprit is in jail now.
Don't talk rubbish when you don't know.
Tell me, Amitabha.
Why are you so interested...
...in Tony, his property and his death?
Mr. Bijoy Mukherjee isn't innocent either.
He came to me too, with his film script.
He has a hell lot of questions about Tony Roy.
Mr. Jaiswal warned me about both of them.
I'm leaving.
I'm no longer interested.
I'm out of it.
Sheela didn't come to me. And Jaiswal didn't get me beaten up.
Tell me...
I don't get why you're all...
...so concerned about what happened between Tony and Jaiswal.
This is a very personal matter for us.
Isn't it?
And Amitabha.
Don't you have any sense?
I told you again and again not to get involved.
I had told you repeatedly.
Many a times. Didn't I?
Ma'am, I'm just doing my job.
What exactly is your job?
Reporting? Or spying?
Which one?
if something serious happened to Sheela, would you take the blame?
-Would you? -Calm down, Amitabha isn't at fault.
-We've talked about it. -No, no, DSP.
She's absolutely right.
Who the hell does Amitabha think he is?
You think this is a joke?
What kind of an investigative journalist are you?
Huh? You only want scandal.
Irresponsible brat!
You have no right to say that.
You don't have the brains to know what right I have.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
And you're apparently Sheela's boyfriend?
You're making personal attacks.
Amitabha, stop it now.
You made personal attacks on me, Amitabha.
You harassed me twice at my workplace for your dirty story.
Dr. Pradhan, please keep quiet. Calm down.
-What? -Why should she calm down?
For the past six days, this man has been disturbing us...
in the name of journalism.
Do you know what a disgusting man Tony was?
Hey! I've been very nice to you.
-But you don't know me. -Hey.
-I'll get you arrested right now. -What the hell, Ranjan?
-Ranjan, please, calm down-- -Sheela is your friend too.
-F**k! -And you're...
-Don't you care? -F**k!
I'm very sorry for causing you all so much trouble.
Hmmph!
I didn't want to attend the party.
It was only because Sheela requested me to.
I wouldn't know anything had I not attended it.
But now that I know, I can't hide the truth as a journalist.
What truth?
Tell me?
Even if there were a few scandals in Tony's life...
what help will it do to let the world know?
And listen.
Famous people have a few scandals.
Even Pablo Picasso did.
If people die because of a personal scandal...
it doesn't matter how famous one is.
And I'm afraid, Tony Roy was not Pablo Picasso.
What?
My husband killed people?
Seriously!
Are you out of your mind?
Can you prove what you're saying?
Amitabha, there's no point arguing.
Both of us acted on a hunch, right?
I don't care what you acted on.
I have enough proof.
What proof, huh?
You've only been bothering everyone.
It's not like your articles get published.
If I was writing, by now it would be out in the papers.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
A random diary and some rubbish letters.
My husband committed murder?
Do you have any evidence?
Can you prove it here, now? Right now?
I don't know if it'll hold up in court but it's enough to file a case.
I'm extremely sorry, Roma.
Your husband was a horrible man and I think you know that.
Mind your tongue!
Amitabha, do you realise what you're saying?
-Yes, sir. -No, you don't. One second.
You didn't procure evidence legally. Admit it. Did you?
Nothing's legal, sir.
Hiding the truth is illegal too.
Dr. Pradhan is hiding a lot of things.
-She'll have to talk in court. -Oh God! The same old...
What?
What did I hide, huh?
What didn't I tell you? Tell me?
The post-mortem report by Dr. Reema Banerjee 30 years ago...
those of your dad's friend and his sister's which the police hushed up.
You knew but kept quiet.
Fine, let me write the article. Let's go to court!
Where did you get that post-mortem report?
Don't even ask.
He stole it from my house.
-Huh? -What?
-Stole? -Yes.
Then arrest him for this.
I don't get it! The police is just enjoying the show?
-Hold up! -What the hell!
-He's crossing the limit! -Things are getting out of hand!
Let's calm down, please.
Hey, Amitabha.
Why the hell aren't you writing it? Why are you keeping quiet?
You, Bijoy Mukherjee. Why are you still in Darjeeling?
Just for a script? You expect me to believe that?
I don't know about anyone else.
But you've no idea who you're dealing with.
Please!
-Your dialogues are worse than your films. -Amitabha.
-Who the hell are you talking to? -Stop it!
You cheap journalist!
-Want me to make a call? -Go ahead!
-Not to the editor, but the owner. -You want to call?
Why are you coming in between?
You were in love with Sheela too.
-I'll f**king bury you! -Cut the crap, man.
(indistinct quarreling)
What the hell is happening?
This is my house, dammit!
If you have to fight, do it outside.
Okay, okay.
-I'll clear the confusion. -The hell you will.
I was doing a little digging up...
...for my screenplay.
But not at all unlawfully.
And Roma, I promise you.
If I ever make a film on Tony Roy's life...
...I'll take your permission for it.
But if a cheap correspondent who's been hovering around me for the last six days...
-tries to prove I'm lying... -Uff!
-despite my cooperation... -Please!
...it's unacceptable.
I'll damage you for sure, got it?
The damage is already done.
No need to say it again.
Only I know what Sheela means to me. I don't care what you think.
Amitabha, calm down.
Please, Mr. Das!
Enough has been said. A few more words won't harm anyone.
Okay, okay.
You're all well-connected, powerful, famous.
I'm a nobody.
I know that.
Ranjan is an established writer. He can get me fired with one phone call.
Bijoy Mukherjee can do the same. He's a...
-...very famous film-maker. -This is impossible.
The DSP will put me in jail.
But Bob Das...
-I would've died if not for you. -Then why are you doing this?
I know I'm just an ordinary correspondent.
I'm not powerful at all.
But Mrs. Roy, I must write one thing.
That all of Tony's property is yours after his death.
And we all know how much Jaiswal can offer for that property.
What are you saying, Amitabha?
True, you weren't at the party.
But that doesn't mean you didn't poison the brandy...
under Jaiswal's instructions and with Gurung's help.
Amitabha, I'm warning you.
I'm right, aren't I?
Get out of my house.
Now.
I have to do that.
I've to finish the article.
Even if I lose my job...
other newspapers and channels will lap up this news.
Because everyone wants to know the reality behind someone like Tony Roy.
They have the right to know.
And I have the right to let them know.
-Amitabha... -Mr. Bijoy Mukherjee.
You might be a cowardly filmmaker.
But I'm not a stupid journalist.
Call 9836455191.
That's the owner of my newspaper.
I will see you in court, Amitabha.
Yes, ma'am.
And if you did poison the brandy...
So?
You will also be punished for your crime.
Sir.
Yes, I'd called.
I have the story, I have all the evidence...
the confession of the male nurse from back then...
an interview...
of a police officer on the case...
...the IC's letter, everything.
Sir, I think Mrs. Roy is involved.
Yes, sir, I have everything.
Tony Roy's scandal, accidental deaths that were actually murder...
Death threats to Tony Roy, everything--
Sir, I'll just get back to you.
Please, sir, yeah.
Hello, Mr. Rai? What--
The bottle is over.
Are you still there? In the slum?
Yes.
Okay, I'm on my way.
Yes.
This is Bijoy Mukherjee, Mr. Dutta.
How are you?
I'm fine.
I'm sure you know about Tony Roy's death.
I was invited to his birthday party.
Um...
The thing is, one of your correspondents...
is digging up his scandals and...
It's the usual story.
He's after me for an article about it.
I refused but he's persistent.
The guy in charge of your entertainment news, what's his name?
Shiladitya?
Yes, Shiladitya.
I could have called him but didn't because...
...my relationship with you goes way back.
So please tell that guy to stop.
Or tell him that if he still interferes and continues to disturb me...
I'll be forced to take other steps. You can guess what I mean.
I mean legal steps.
We have a policy for entertainment news. And it--
Don't give me all that.
I have my policies too, just like you do.
How about I stop...
...giving you breaking news before my film releases?
That's my policy.
Our newspaper has a large readership, so--
My social media follower count is way higher.
If I write something against you...
...it won't be good for you.
Are you threatening me?
Maybe I am.
Maybe not.
I want that guy out of my sight.
Fine, I've heard you.
I'll see.
I won't call a second time.
Bye.
You told the DSP everything we discussed last time.
If you do it again, I might get arrested.
Or worse.
So tell me if you have any new information.
If not, I'm leaving.
Tony Roy had a secretary.
Biren.
Did you know that?
I have a letter from him.
Letter?
Don't wait anymore, Amar. Take this letter...
...and give it to Uday. Please hurry.
I've written everything here. All the details.
-Just reopen the case! -Shut up!
Reopen, huh?
Who will I give it to? Don't you know they bribed Uday?
-"Case reopen!" -I know, I know.
I've been Tony and his dad's secretary for 20 years.
So don't you know what Tony's dad can do?
He doesn't spare anyone. He can do anything.
I know.
Three people...
and...
...an unborn child died were killed.
Reporter Tarun Bose.
Even he...
I know.
I can't stand it anymore.
Please.
Reopen the case.
Stop this drama.
Going on and on! Reopen what, huh?
"Reopen!"
Do you have political connections? And so what if four people died?
What's the big deal?
People with money can kill.
Do something...
Go to Kolkata with your brother.
Get hold of some bureaucrat or police officer or minister.
And butter them up.
No point waiting here.
It's useless.
Leave Darjeeling!
It has...
...Tarun Bose's diary.
All the documents and...
...the original post-mortem report.
Please. Use these.
All this is worthless.
Look, just get out of this place.
I'll keep this.
Come here.
Bring the bag.
Fast.
Put all this in.
Do it, hurry up!
Why are you so slow?
If you ever make it big in life...
...take revenge for this.
Got it? Go now.
Leave.
Keep this money.
I won't go...
Take the money!
Go.
Please come with me.
I'm not going anywhere.
Go straight to Siliguri.
And then to our uncle in Kolkata.
Go. Get out!
If you can't take revenge...
...we'll all have died in vain.
Go.
Out!
Go!
Get him!
Start talking, a**hole.
Where's the report, motherf**ker?
-What report? -Tell us where it is!
Where the hell is the report?
Tell us right now.
-Stop laughing! -It's with...
...the person I love.
Let's kill him.
Uday was a good man.
You're looking for Tony Roy's murderer?
Do you have any idea...
how many lives he and his dad have taken?
The person or people...
who killed Tony Roy...
...did a good thing.
A very good thing!
This is very important.
Bijoy Mukherjee is driving me crazy from Darjeeling.
Tell your correspondent to be careful.
After all...
he's a big filmmaker.
What if he makes some public comment about our newspaper?
You know his social media following, right?
Anyway.
I've told Shiladitya from the supplement.
And I felt...
that I should tell you since you're the editor.
First.
I should tell you, sir...
that this story isn't for the supplement.
The story we're working so hard for...
is for the front page...
...the main headline.
A major, explosive story.
A huge scandal in the life of the famous Tony Roy.
Any newspaper or channel will grab this.
And second.
Our reporter Amitabha might be young...
or appear inexperienced...
...but he's a spitfire.
He spent three days in Mumbai's jail for a story.
And because of this story, he's in danger...
from the building mafia in Darjeeling and the police.
We need this story.
Bijoy Mukherjee won't be around forever.
But what if something worse comes of this?
That will only increase your circulation.
Are you sure?
You need circulation and I need a story.
News that will sell.
And there's nothing bigger than an unpleasant truth.
That Tony Roy, a grand star...
...had a terribly dirty scandal.
Tony Roy and his father killed five people.
And an unborn baby.
This is my big story before retirement.
I deserve this.
How much do you trust this guy?
More than myself.
Sounds great.
Go ahead.
I'm with you.
Let me know what I need to do.
Make a call to the DM of Darjeeling...
...and to the tourism minister.
I'm going to Darjeeling.
Bye.
Hello?
Hello? Sir?
Sir, I have the story.
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Damn it!
Sir.
I found more evidence.
I'm writing the story today.
Please come, sir.
I need your help. Please come.
Please. Hello?
Amitabha.
Finish the story tonight and mail it to me.
Yes, I've convinced the boss.
I'll be taking the first flight tomorrow.
You have to stay safe tonight.
I'll meet the SP and the DM when I reach.
Just one night.
Amitabha? Can you hear me?
You need to stay safe.
Just for tonight, okay?
Sir, can you hear me?
Hello?
Please don't mind...
Don't take it the wrong way.
Do you have a computer setup at your orphanage?
Sheela has regained consciousness.
Hmm.
Even a laptop will do.
Do you have Wi-Fi?
No.
I have to finish the article today.
I could do it at home...
So many attachments to upload, e-mails to send...
It's a big problem if the network isn't strong.
We have no network.
Hmm.
I'll write it at home... No problem as such.
It's difficult to carry hard disks and physical documents anyway.
But I need to finish the article.
What I'm trying to say is...
If you could stay with me... Just for tonight.
Because I'm very sure Jaiswal will do something again.
I've already been attacked and threatened. He might kidnap me again.
Will it be possible for you? Please?
Sheela wants to see you.
Yes but I have to finish this article.
I'm requesting you for your help.
If you could stay just one night. Please.
To protect you?
If I say yes?
I'll do it.
Thank you.
Please come by 6:30 p.m.
Okay.
(song playing)
See you in the evening.
(song playing)
What brings you here?
What's this?
-My house key. -What will I do with it?
I'll lock it from inside. Only you'll be able to enter.
Come by 6:30 p.m.
You good with rum?
I'm good with anything as long as you stay the night.
-Okay. -Thank you.
(song playing)
I'm warning you again and again.
Stop your enquiry about Tony Roy.
Or you'll never walk again.