Everyone is dead.
We will find your husband.
If the Army doesn't, then we will kill him.
If you want to control the world, then clench your fists.
Ritwik, I will come back.
I will give you proof. Make preparations to arrest him.
(news reporter) Naman Arya was arrested earlier today.
(Ritwik) The crowd is getting out of control.
Without clear evidence, you cannot detain him for a single day.
(Lobo) The key in the envelope is registered to a locker.
Since Naman's arrest, my informer hasn't called me.
He passed away yesterday.
I found something deep inside the locker's slot.
(Lobo) Do you know him?
He is my father.
(power looms running)
(factory alarm hooting)
(gun firing)
(news reporter) Seven years have passed
since Subhendu Mukherjee absconded.
Not only did he kill 11 army officers,
but also 11 families.
Is Subhendu Mukherjee still alive or dead?
If he is still alive,
what measures have you taken to catch him?
(Army spokesman) Subhendu Mukherjee is a deserter and a spy.
Possibly working with the rebel forces across the border.
Whether he's dead or alive,
we will keep investigating
until he isn't found.
(Subhendu) Balwant Bir Rana.
Shashwat Roy.
Pradeep Sharma.
(Subhendu) Though I served my country honestly,
those who declared me a traitor
are still roaming free.
The men who had you thrown in jail for life
had you court-martialled,
separated me from my family,
my son...
don't have too long to live.
Balwant Bir Rana, Shashwat Roy
and Pradeep Sharma have put me,
Subhendu Mukherjee, in a grave alive.
Now, as Adinath Bagchi,
I will avenge Subhendu Mukherjee.
(church bell ringing)
Finding Pradeep Sharma wasn't easy.
I'll find the other two as well.
Tell the Colonel I said hello.
("Megh Boleche Jabo Jabo" playing)
(song continues)
(Ritwik's grandfather) How long was Subhendu living in Darjeeling?
(Ritwik) For the past 20 years,
he was living here as Adinath Bagchi.
Did you see his body?
No. His family cremated his body two days ago.
Family?
What family?
He has a family here.
A wife and a daughter.
How old?
Roughly 20 years.
Does the department know about this?
Yes, I told them.
Why hide it?
I've done nothing wrong.
Yes, Grandpa.
I'll call you once I am done with work.
You didn't tell your mom.
She was there with Grandpa.
Grandpa thinks I don't know when he has his phone on speaker.
(exhales heavily)
(heart beating loudly)
(in Bengali) What now?
(in Hindi) How can I help you?
We are from the IB, Kolkata.
We're here to talk about Adinath Bagchi.
I am his daughter.
(heartbeat stutters, slows down)
Are you okay?
I guess his family doesn't know much.
Anyway, we've called the girl down to the station in the evening.
That reminds me. The SHO called.
He's summoned Adinath's friends and acquaintances.
I think we should go.
Let's go.
(school principal) He was just mad about football.
Aaloka is a star player today
only because of him.
In many ways, Mr. Bagchi was the perfect parent.
After Aaloka's mother met with an accident,
he's played the part of a father
and mother many times.
Actually, Madhoshree has a bullet exit wound near her spine.
(doctor) I think this could be the reason
for the spinal injury.
He told me it was a car accident.
Adi was a good friend of mine,
so I never asked about the accident in detail.
Our account firm opened nearly 15 years ago.
And he's been with us since day one.
He would come to the office only twice or thrice a week
and did all his work from home.
Without his support, our team,
especially Aaloka, wouldn't have made it to this level.
Every year, Adi would organise a blood and organ donation drive
on behalf of the hospital.
He even convinced several staff members
from his own firm to donate their organs.
(Adinath's boss) I was the boss so to speak,
but uncle had much more experience than me.
I learnt a lot from him.
A lot.
Actually, he was a real gentleman.
We'll miss him.
Are you...
Are you related to him?
Why?
You look somewhat like him.
Thank you so much, Doctor.
Okay.
Wait a second, Doctor.
You said he convinced several of his staff members
-to donate their organs. -Yes.
Was he an organ donor himself?
Yes, of course.
Track his organs
and send them to the lab for testing.
(mobile phone ringing)
Please.
(Sitara) The interrogation must have started.
We'll join in five minutes, sir.
(inaudible)
What do you know about Subhendu Mukherjee?
What?
Please explain the relevance of this question.
What do you know about Subhendu Mukherjee
or Adinath Bagchi?
Huh?
What is he saying?
Am I supposed to know these people?
(sighs)
(Chinoy) You don't need to answer this question.
(mobile phone ringing)
What the fuck are you doing?
What's going on?
Do you want the case to be shut down?
Ritwik, your questions can't be different
from the team's brief.
And any new information will go through me first.
And who the fuck is Subhendu Mukherjee?
Your informant?
(sighs)
Is Danish or Sitara around?
-Hmm. -Give the phone to them.
(Sitara) Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
Another team's arriving for groundwork.
We've been called back.
I didn't come here to return so soon.
(mobile phone ringing)
Yes, Naman?
Who is Subhendu Mukherjee?
Wichita.
It's a city in Kansas, USA, sir.
(Lobo) There are three, not two.
Wilson Costa, Chiranjeev Sahay.
Wi-Chi.
There's a third person involved.
So, WiChiTa,
who is the "Ta"?
Do you know Adinath Bagchi
was involved in a major money-laundering case?
And you guys hid his identity
from the government and several others.
This program is why we couldn't track him.
But now this program can help us track his network and informers.
-Right, Lobo? -Bang on.
If you two don't cooperate,
you'll be cleaning shit for the rest of your lives in jail.
What do you want to know about the program, sir?
Ask. We'll tell you everything.
We're ready to cooperate.
We are, right?
You make it sound like you have many options.
How and where did you two meet Adinath Bagchi?
When did you write this program, and how long has it been active?
Whom did he communicate with through this program?
And how can I communicate with them?
Tell me.
(Sitara) Tabassum Haider.
The "Ta" in WiChiTa.
I tracked her down from their call records.
Welcome.
You three will cooperate with us.
-Won't you? -(Wilson) Yes, sir.
-Sir, let me tell you. -Wait. Let me.
No, sir, I'll tell you. But, first, let her go.
Hey!
Everyone's staying put. Speak.
The program has been active for two years.
Just as we didn't know your details,
we have no information about the other contact.
Adi sir had us on monthly retainers.
No questions asked.
He also said...
If anything happens to him,
then erase the program.
Why didn't you erase it?
-Huh? -Why didn't you erase it?
Sir...
How can I talk to the other contact he spoke to?
How can I talk
to the other contact he spoke to through this program?
Listen.
You guys are ethical hackers, right?
I am giving you one last chance to help the government.
Speak up, or it's the torture cell for you three.
Speak!
(cop in Bengali) Speak up now.
Or none of you will go home. Understood?
Coffee?
(Aaloka) What the fuck?
(Arnab) Fuck, man!
Aaloka, SHO sir has called you to the police station.
Why?
(in Bengali) Why do you keep bothering her? What do you want?
Don't you know what happened here?
Do you have a warrant?
(Aaloka in Hindi) Without a warrant, you cannot keep coming here
or take me to the station.
-(all) Exactly. -(Aaloka) Okay?
Fine. I'll bring them here.
(Arnab) Thank you.
(female cop) Let's go back to the station.
Are you all right?
(sirens blare)
(Ritwik) You don't have to be afraid.
Talk to me openly.
If the informant doesn't call,
then we lose everything that he wanted us to know.
He's the only link we have between us and the case.
I really need to get in touch with him.
Can't we call him?
It doesn't work that way.
He must know Uncle Adi's number.
As soon as he dials, it scrambles.
We wrote this program to keep the identity
and the location of the caller hidden.
Each of them must have a copy of it.
All this security to protect who?
Himself? Me?
Or that other guy?
Everyone.
We never felt he was doing anything wrong
or making us do anything wrong.
So, we could never say no.
At first, we did it for money.
But later it was for Uncle Adi's sake.
(message pops)
(moaning)
I missed this.
(sighs)
I missed us.
No, you don't.
Of course, I do.
Why do you say that?
Because you left.
Everyone fucking leaves.
First you.
Then Dad.
Loki...
I am here now.
Yeah, for now.
Okay. I have an idea.
You and Aunty come with me to Kolkata.
Stay with me for a few days.
Yeah, right.
You, me and your loving husband.
On the same bed.
(in Bengali) What fun.
Loki.
(in Hindi) It's only for a few days.
Let me take care of you.
Look here.
Come.
(thunder rumbles)
(Himanshu) Do you want the case to be shut down?
And who the fuck is Subhendu Mukherjee?
Your informant?
You look somewhat like him.
(Tabassum) He had kind eyes.
A sense of familiarity.
Actually, he was a real gentleman.
We'll miss him.
Family?
What family?
I am his daughter.
(school principal) Aaloka is a star player today
only because of him.
Mr. Bagchi was the perfect parent.
He always motivated us.
I learnt a lot from him.
A lot.
(thunder rumbles)
(priest chanting)
(Arnab) What? What do you want?
(all screaming)
-Why aren't they letting us in? -(Danish) Don't know.
(Arnab) Show us the warrant!
Because of a warrant?
-(Danish) Maybe. -(Arnab) Show us the warrant?
Go back.
Is this how you talk to the police?
Move back. Let us do our job.
-(crowd clamouring) -(chanting continues)
-Do you understand? -How dare you? Let us go.
(Ritwik) Please calm down!
What are they doing here?
(Danish) Move back.
(commotion continues)
What are you doing here?
Why didn't you stop her?
Ritwik, I tried to stop her.
-But-- -Are you two going to tell me
what I should or shouldn't do?
Let me sort this out. Wait here.
I will wait here.
I am not going anywhere.
(in Bengali) Is this your house?
Is this your house?
(in Hindi) If you dare to set foot inside without a warrant,
-I'll break your legs. -Please calm down.
We understand you're grieving, but we are doing our duty.
We must search your house.
Here's the search warrant.
Please cooperate with us.
We're having a memorial service for my father inside.
I won't allow anyone inside!
Do you recognise him?
Isn't he your father?
Adinath Bagchi.
His real name is Subhendu Mukherjee.
Thirty years ago he went missing
or was presumed dead.
If you don't believe me,
then check the Army records.
Okay? Now shall we?
Sitara.
(Paromita) You can lie to our child, but not me.
Be safe.
But if you can't be safe, then--
Be brave.
I know.
It's him.
It's Subhendu.
Paromita. Here.
Can't find anything useful.
I can't find one single electronic device.
Any laptop, computer or hard drive that your father used?
Don't you have a laptop?
-I do. -Where is it?
It was in my room, but I don't know where it is now.
Are there no laptops in this house?
When was the last time you used it?
Two days ago.
Actually, I haven't seen it since yesterday.
And didn't pay much attention.
-I thought maybe-- -What?
Maybe someone took it.
But who would take it?
It was an old laptop.
(mobile phone ringing)
I think someone was here before us.
Ask Lobo to track the phone.
Himanshu sir.
-Yes, sir. -What the hell are you guys doing there?
Has the entire investigation shifted to Darjeeling?
Is Naman's money locked up in Darjeeling now?
What is going on?
We were planning to leave in the morning?
I want you here now!
And what about these guys?
Sir.
If I keep paying for their food and stay,
the IB will be running on EMI soon.
Sir. Sir!
What is it?
Sir, I can help you.
How?
Sir, make me the monitor.
Like class monitors in schools.
I can get work done from these losers.
Just one request.
Make better arrangements for our food.
We've been eating in the canteen for the past two days,
and everyone's suffering from gas.
Especially Ms. Shristi.
She's been having major problems for the past two days.
We can smell it, but she doesn't say anything.
We are sitting in a closed room.
-We have problems. -Rubbish, sir.
What's your name?
Shirish Josepreman.
Why, sir?
I will remember your name.
Sorry, sir. I am sorry.
Mr. Monitor,
you don't seem to be making any progress.
Ms. Varsha, you must have heard. Slow and steady wins the race.
Little patience,
and everything is possible.
Desai has given orders to return immediately.
I'll take the next flight out.
-You should come with me too-- -An entire lifetime...
Mr. Bagchi spent with his little family here.
While for the entirety of our life...
we kept running from his identity.
Do you know why my mother is here?
Just to ensure that...
that he's finally dead and gone.
For me, he was always...
Why did he have to come back?
Why couldn't he just be dead and gone forever?
Ritwik, it's difficult to process everything.
I understand.
But this personal information
is not as important as the case, Ritwik.
Don't forget.
(mobile phone ringing)
Let's get back and finish what you started.
Yes, Mom.
No, I have to stay here.
I can't come now. You guys go.
I'll come and see you in Kolkata.
-Ritwik. -I won't let anything affect me.
I will stop that consignment.
You go back.
-Ritwik, just listen to me. -Just go.
Okay.
Just a little longer. We'll be done, yeah?
I read the file.
Your name is also in the file,
as well as the photos.
Why?
Please tell me about my father.
Mari, give us a minute.
Sure.
Your father...
was my father too.
Before your little family, he had another family.
My family.
He was from the 80th Combat regiment of Kolkata.
He killed 11 army officers of his own battalion.
The Army officially
declared him a spy and a traitor.
Due to a lack of information,
he was presumed to be missing or...
dead.
That's not possible.
There has been a mistake.
Why didn't Dad ever tell me?
And my father can never kill anyone.
For 30 years,
I...
tried to find the truth, to understand it.
But the truth never changed.
Subhendu Mukherjee...
aka Adinath Bagchi,
was a traitor.
I know him.
I've known him for 20 years.
My father was none of that.
I spent an entire childhood
with the tag "traitor father." Not you.
Then, after all these years,
why did you find him?
And how?
I didn't find him.
He found me.
I couldn't understand either.
Sir, the doctor is on the line.
-(Ritwik) Hello. -Mr. Adinath Bagchi's organs,
which we received, from Mantri Hospital,
are unfit for transplant.
We found traces of ricin and zinc phosphide poison.
Poison?
Can these poisons cause a cardiac arrest?
Highly possible.
But since his body has been cremated,
we can't say anything.
Okay. Send the medical reports over with the SHO.
He was... he was poisoned?
Maybe.
Loki.
What happened?
It's not safe for you guys to stay here.
I think you should go elsewhere
with your mother.
We can take care of ourselves.
-(mobile phone ringing) -Fine.
I will stay in touch with you guys, yeah?
Tara, he was poisoned.
It's a retaliation. I am sure of it.
Subhendu Mukherjee didn't die.
He was poisoned to death.
It's not personal.
I am talking about the case only.
-Did you keep all the boxes? -(cop) Yes, sir.
Fuck.
I'll talk to you later.
What are you two doing here?
Weren't you supposed to leave last night?
Yes, but I didn't want Paromita to travel at night.
And anyway, Ritwik, you are heading there too.
Why don't you come with us?
-(Paromita) Yes, come on. -Am I on a picnic here?
You guys leave. Please. Please!
(inaudible)
I killed Pradeep Sharma, sir.
And the other two?
Soon.
I won't stop
until I have killed them.
Good luck, soldier.
(informer) Shashwat Roy owns a vast tea estate in Siliguri.
Most of the time, he lives here.
But he also stays in Mumbai
and Kolkata sometimes.
Shashwat will be visiting his tea estate this month.
Hey, Debu!
(child crying)
(in Bengali) Brother, how are you?
(Debu) I am fine.
How are you, sister?
Good.
(in Hindi) What "sister"?
Last week's loading was too less.
The manager says
even this week your loading is going to be less.
(in Bengali) Do you want to shut down this estate?
Tell him what we told you.
-Yes, tell him. -(in Hindi) We've been asking you
for an increment for three months.
But you are not doing anything about it.
Last week a worker died.
His family didn't have money for his burial.
No increment, no work.
(in Bengali) Are you threatening me?
(in Hindi) You guys know me.
Don't you?
I'll bury all of your dead bodies in this estate,
and no one will ever know.
Get back to work.
(Debu in Bengali) We're asking for our rights,
not for charity.
Until we get an increment,
no one will resume work.
(in Hindi) They never think about us workers.
(workers in Bengali) We want an increment!
This time we won't listen.
(Debu in Hindi) Love live revolution!
(workers) Love live revolution!
(Debu in Bengali) Their cruelty won't last too long.
The management needs labourers,
and labourers need food.
How are you, aunty?
All good?
(Debu) You are the boss's wife now.
You don't have to worry about us.
(in Hindi) Debu, don't taunt me all the time.
Who is he?
-Is he new? -Yes.
What is his name?
(Debu) Let's go.
(Debu) She is my uncle's daughter.
She used to work with us on the estate.
After my uncle passed away,
the boss took her in.
And now she bosses us around.
Let's go. There's work.
(in Bengali) Brother, how about some food?
I didn't come here to eat with you.
That's the big boss.
Balwant Bir Rana.
Today is a great opportunity.
Let's go talk to him about our demands.
-Come on! -(worker) Yes, let's go.
(Debu) Yes, gather everyone around.
(workers) Come on.
(tyres screeching)
Welcome, sir.
Come.
I'll tell Bismil to pay the rest soon.
(workers causing commotion)
Fucker.
We want our money!
Call Balwant sir out.
-We want our money. -I had warned you.
-We want our money. -Throw him out.
(in Bengali) Debu, I fucking told you. I had warned you.
You came here looking for trouble.
-(in Hindi) We want our money. -Get out, asshole!
We want our money, or we'll set the estate on fire.
(Shashwat) Get out! You will set the estate on fire, motherfucker?
Get out!
Get lost!
This is not your father's money, motherfucker!
Why did you shoot, you moron?
(commotion intensifies)
Keep them back. Keep them back.
Madho! Come quickly!
Madho! Keep them back.
Hurry up. Hurry!
Madho!
(Balwant screams)
(firing continues)