Hey, Goldie! Goldie!
Goldie…
- Is this where the meeting's taking place? - Yes, dada.
Tell the new boys to stay here.
- Hey, stay put. - Yes, dada.
- Are you new as well? - Yes.
Clean it.
Where's the meeting?
Those filthy pigs are hiding!
Stop! Take cover!
You jerk!
Drop the gun!
I said drop it!
Jerk!
Open your eyes.
Is he dead?
Not yet, dada. He's still breathing.
- Listen, get the car here. - Okay.
Don't worry. You'll be fine.
You'll be fine. You hear me?
Keep your eyes open.
What's your name?
- Your name? - Sa… Sagor.
Sagor Talukdar.
- Yes, dada. - Were you with that bastard?
With who? What happened, dada?
Fucker!
Are you still covering for him?
I told you to sit your ass down, but no!
Hey, da-bhai, I got some tea.
He killed another cop! Just answer me.
Were you with Ranjit or not?
What, dada? What are you talking about? I have no idea.
What cop? What happened?
He reveres the goddess Kali a lot, right?
Tell Ranjit to go to Kalighat and pray with all his heart
that the police get to me
before I get to him.
Dream on.
Otherwise,
just like they found the IPS officer's body,
they'll find his too, in the exact same condition.
- Let him come! Bagha-- - Why did you step out?
- To get tea, dada. - I told you not to, didn't I?
Ranjit, you think everything is a damn joke!
Hurry up, son. We don't have much time.
Bagha da, should we bring Pintu da and Bablu da with us?
- Cheena da, are you done? - Yes.
Get the bags from on top of that cupboard.
- Quick. - Shanku da!
- Take this. - Hold this.
Can't you see I've already got too many bags?
Go and drop it there yourself.
Did you find it? We need to leave.
Hey, Bablu! Throw it!
Quick!
Is there enough gas in the car outside?
If not, fill it up.
Cheena, look. This one's empty.
Putul da, Shakib da grabbed the wrong sack of rice.
- Take this one. - I'll handle it.
- Bring the rice bag from the storeroom. - Putul!
Putul!
Take this with you.
- Wake up, we need to leave. - Be careful.
You've been sleeping the whole time.
What is this?
Do we really have to follow all these rules right now?
You know the rules.
- At least wear proper clothes. - I told you once.
Rules are rules.
Just take care of yourself.
Fucking hell!
Keep this too.
Hey, Pintu. What's going on?
Someone shot the officer from the TV last night.
Damn it! Now what?
"Now what?" We gotta disappear. Let's go.
- Goddamn! Let's go. - Pintu!
- Yes, dada? - Come here.
Take boudi to Nalhati
- and lay low for a few days. - Okay, dada.
Dada, what's this for?
Distribute it among everyone. It'll come in handy.
- Okay, dada. - Stay under the radar
- until things cool down. Got it? - Yeah.
Not a single one of my men should fall into police hands.
Okay. Dada, should we come with you?
Yeah, dada. How can we leave you alone?
I'm not alone. Cheena's with me.
Dada, listen. Someone needs to be with you for protection.
- Now that you… - Yeah, dada.
No matter how old a lion gets,
it's still a lion.
When I return, we'll have a grand feast for Mom's memorial.
Until then, whatever happens, don't be afraid.
You're a tiger's cub.
Don't ever forget that.
- Yes? - Where are you?
An IPS officer is dead, Barun da.
Do I have a choice but to go underground?
I hope you know I didn't have him killed.
I've been in politics for 35 years, Bagha.
I'm not an idiot.
- Who did it? - I don't know.
Whoever did this probably doesn't realize they've not only ruined your sleep,
but the sleep of many others.
Including mine.
- Keep your phone on. - Okay.
Let's go, Cheena.
Let a thug rise above dirt, and this is the result.
Treat a pig to a fancy meal, and it'll still go back to eating garbage.
Exactly!
A wild animal stays wild,
and an antisocial remains antisocial!
The party's image was already wrecked by Bagha,
and now he's gone and killed an IPS officer.
To calm the public, we brought in Saptarshi Sinha.
We had him raid Bagha's hideouts and arrest his men.
The party's image was starting to recover.
Who knew this plan would backfire?
Shirshendu da, we shouldn't have brought in Saptarshi Sinha.
It was a very big blunder.
You bring the key after the robbery?
Joyonto da, there's no point in discussing this now.
We need to figure out how to control the public once this news breaks.
If the anger over Saptarshi's murder boils over,
it could hurt us in this election, Shirshendu da.
Before the opposition makes this an issue,
we need to bring in one of our guys to replace Saptarshi.
I propose DGP Biswajit Ghosh.
He's a good officer
and has been working for the party for 12 to 14 years.
And more importantly, he's very safe.
- Hello? - Are you at the party office again?
Pal babu gave his word. Got it?
I'm here to pick up the letter.
I'll call you once I have it.
Brilliant.
Did you leave your brain at home, Pal?
Does Nibedita not know how close Biswajit is to the party?
The moment we make this move,
Nibedita will stir the public by saying,
"Bagha, who's guilty of murder, is with the party,
and so is the cop who arrested him!"
What we need right now is a clean cop.
Someone with an anti-establishment image.
A cop who'll come in, catch Bagha and his men, and leave.
Barun da, do you have anyone like that in mind?
Yes, I do.
In fact, Shirshendu da
liked the idea.
Sir?
But Das might not like it.
Arjun Maitra.
Impossible! That's not happening.
He killed my brother-in-law last year in Asansol
on the way to the court!
Shirshendu da, as long as I'm in this party,
I won't let it happen. Period!
Please, Das babu.
What the hell is he saying? Did you hear him?
- Please… - I can't take this!
- Calm down. - Das.
You're free to join Nibedita's party.
The party's needs come before your ego.
Let's get Arjun Maitra.
Correct?
Partho? Partho, what happened?
- Bakshi, did you find anything? - No, sir, nothing.
- Romesh, handle this. - Okay, sir.
- Hello? - Busy, Arjun?
No, sir. Nothing important.
Just work as usual.
IPS Officer Saptarshi Sinha has been murdered.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - You need to report today.
- Today? - Yes, today.
Okay, sir. I'll be on my way.
Saptarshi sir's martyrdom wasn't in vain.
His life was taken in the stillness of the night
while the city slept.
But his death woke up this city.
Maybe the tide was turning.
Keeping your cool will do you good.
Pal babu?
Sir?
Things are tense right now, Biswajit.
Your time will come soon. Next time.
What happened?
What's with the long face?
I already told my wife.
It's not an issue. Just tell her it's postponed.
It'll be done in six months. I promise.
Yes, sir.
You all know how, for the past 25 years,
this government has exploited ordinary people like us.
How we, as regular citizens, have been deprived and made victims of exploitation.
And every time common people protest these injustices
and try to stand up,
they are subjected to extreme torture and silenced.
Stop causing a ruckus…
Sir, Aratrika Bhowmick.
- Sir, Himel Majumdar. - Niladri Roy, sir.
Kartik Mishra, sir.
- Prosenjit Mandal, sir. - Abhirup Tapadar, sir.
Please, sir.
- Who killed Saptarshi Sinha? - Sir, an IPS officer has been killed…
- What's the status? - Saptarshi sir's wife, Rekha ma'am.
She said the body won't leave for cremation until…
Please, move aside.
Move!
I'll handle this.
Saptarshi's body isn't going anywhere until Rekha gets justice.
I agree with you, ma'am.
Excuse me.
Hello.
Arjun Maitra.
Please don't let go of Saptarshi until we solve this case.
We are the police and it's our loss too, ma'am.
We'll do whatever it takes to catch them.
Where to, sir?
Sorry. But Bhaskar sir has asked us to somehow
- convince Saptarshi sir's wife-- - Ask him to put this in writing.
- Sir. - Any update on Bagha?
Sir, we sent a team to his house, but no luck.
As expected.
I want checkpoints set up across the whole city
- and on every road leading out. - Yes, sir!
Bagha should not leave the city at any cost.
- Yes, sir! - Make way!
- Excuse me! Move aside! - Sir, please answer the questions!
Pintu or Dilkush.
We should've brought someone with us, Bagha da.
Are you scared?
No. I mean, it's safer with people around.
You're here.
Who knows who else is involved?
At this point, I can't trust anyone else.
One of our own betrayed us, son.
No outsider…
has the guts to mess with your father!
Now, it's just you and me.
- Don't worry. - Bagha da!
Police.
Just keep driving.
What happened?
What's wrong?
I don't know, Bagha da.
There must be an issue with the spark plug. I'll check.
What happened?
Has the car broken down?
There's a mechanic up ahead.
Hold on a minute, sir.
If you've recognized me, then let's have a proper chat.
Hey, relax.
You can arrest me.
A medal is guaranteed, and a promotion too.
But I'll be out soon enough.
Right?
Here, buy some sweets.
- And about that mechanic you mentioned? - Mechanic?
Go straight, take a right, then…
Bagha da!
Sir!
Cheena, start the car!
Bagha da!
Bagha da…
Bagha da!
Bagha da, hold me tight.
You got your damn medal?
Situation?
There were two officers. Their condition is critical, sir.
They're under surgery.
We've shifted them to SSKM Hospital. We'll know more by tomorrow.
- Got their statements? - No, sir.
- Found the police bike? - Yes, sir.
This blood trail ends at an underpass in Santragachi.
- That means the other guy got shot too. - Yes, sir.
They must've switched vehicles in Santragachi.
The one in the passenger seat got shot.
- So, it means Bagha got shot. - How are you so sure, sir?
Bagha could use every weapon, but he didn't know how to drive.
And he was in the passenger seat.
And judging by the blood loss,
if he hasn't gotten any medical help, then he must be critical.
Anyone related to Bagha,
any of his gang members,
his laundryman, his cook, his driver, whoever it is, pick them up. Okay?
- Yes, sir. - Get going. Yeah?
Sir.
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He lives up there.
- Found anything? - The door's locked. There's no one here.
Where's Bablu?
- He hasn't shown up since last night. - Step out.
- Is this Ranjit's house? - Yes.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
- Kartik, did you find anything? - There's no one here.
Sir, he was running away, so I brought him here.
What the hell is going on? Leave him!
He's my brother.
Didn't I say Sagor's not home? Ask me whatever you need to.
That's exactly what we're doing, but you're not answering.
Like I said, Sagor isn't home, sir.
- Bagha da, be careful. - Call Barun da.
Call him.
Call Barun da right now!
We need to understand that-- Excuse me.
- Just a second. - Sure.
- Hello? - I've been shot, Barun da.
Get a safe house ready, quickly.
- I'm in really bad shape. - Bagha da!
- Where are you now? - Jai Hind…
Get through the next two days,
and then I'll handle it.
Everything will be fine. Don't worry.
Should I hang up now?
Cheena, get me some water!
Stop! I said, stop right there!
- Calm down! - Stop! I'm warning you!
- Stop! - Calm down!
We'll burn down everything!
- Hello. - Sir.
The situation in Kumartuli is spiraling out of control, sir.
We got information about Pintu, the one from Bagha's gang.
He's inside the house,
but the mob won't let us in, sir.
Stay where you are. I'll be there.
Take a right turn up ahead.
Sir.
Sir, we tried everything to handle it peacefully.
That's the problem.
Sir.
Sir, going inside is too risky.
Sir, I don't think that's a good idea.
If Saptarshi sir were here, he'd wait until things calmed down.
That's why Saptarshi sir isn't here today.
- Police brutality… - Not here, not now!
You can't go any further than this.
Don't take another step. I'm warning you!
You'll regret it if you try to come inside.
Have you guys lost it?
Sir, I didn't do anything. Just look at my mom, she's crying.
The boy's leaving for his in-laws, and you think his mom won't get teary?
- Let's go! - Sir!
Sir… Sir, I don't know anything.
I don't know where Bagha da is hiding.
I swear to God.
I asked him if I could join him, but he declined. I swear.
Bagha must not have gone alone.
- Who's with him? - How would I know?
Cheena, sir!
Where does he live?
Chinatown.
Got any more pictures of him?
No, ma'am. That's all I have. I might have some more at home.
- Okay. Thank you. - Thank you.
Sir.
Since Bagha has been shot, he'll need a doctor.
And meds.
After crossing Jamuria and coming back to Santragachi,
there's no point in leaving now.
With the amount of blood he's lost,
Bagha must've found shelter somewhere in the city.
- Here's what you need to do. - Sir.
Check with all the pharmacies and clinics
in Bagha's gang-controlled area about Cheena.
They shouldn't have any problem recognizing him.
Sure, sir.
Boudi? Deepa, come inside.
Come. Get inside.
- Are you guys okay? - Yeah.
What are you guys doing here?
What if someone followed you? Shut the door!
Nobody followed us.
- I'm not an idiot. - Are you fine, Sagor da?
- The police have swarmed the city. - Have you both lost your minds?
Take the Jolkol route on your way back, okay?
Okay.
Boudi, take this.
- Ranjit da, have you eaten today? - Not a bite.
You can't stay here long, given the condition of this place.
You don't say!
You shouldn't have taken such a risk.
I'm sure you haven't eaten anything.
Here's rice and lentil soup…
You're acting like this is my first rodeo.
Hey, da-bhai!
Look, we've got a full spread.
Let's dig in and eat our hearts out!
Wait, Ranjit da, I'll wash the dishes. Give me two minutes.
- Wow! - You both killed that officer, didn't you?
Do you really believe that?
I know Bagha da wouldn't do it himself.
After this, will you ever be able to return home?
Listen.
Why don't we get out of here?
Let's sell that land in Medinipur and open a hotel there.
- We won't come back here. - Manjula.
I don't like it here in Kolkata anymore, I swear.
Hey! Kolkata's like our girlfriend, boudi. We've worked hard to win her over.
We can't break up with her just because she's upset right now.
Come on.
The tides are turning, Manjula.
Just wait, everything will be fine.
- How? - Just let things settle, and then--
- Everything will be okay. - How?
I need to take this.
Tell me.
The police are hunting our guys down like dogs!
How long is this going to last, Sagor da?
My mom's cataract surgery is delayed!
The poor woman can't even watch her show!
- Hey! - That's important, bro.
Sagor da, what's next?
Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut.
It's just a matter of a few days, Lyata.
We just need to wait for Bagha da to get caught.
We'll be careful, Sagor da, but no one's caught Bagha da to this day.
Sagor da, Putul and Chotan were also looking for you.
Okay, hang up.
- Thank you. - You're welcome, ma'am.
- Thank you. - Enjoy your meal, sir.
On one end, there was Saptarshi sir.
And then came his replacement.
The complete opposite.
As if joining the SIT was a favor to us.
Very insensitive.
No matter what we say, Arjun sir's track record is solid.
He's a sharp one.
To Saptarshi sir.
- To Saptarshi sir. - To Saptarshi sir.
Sir! Greetings, sir!
- Nokul Saha, your caretaker, sir. - Greetings.
Please come.
Welcome, sir.
Can I give you a small tour of the house?
This is your bedroom.
I've already put your luggage in there.
This way is the balcony.
Since it faces east, you'll get plenty of sunshine.
Over here's the guest room, and over there's an extra room.
You can use it as you like.
This is the kitchen,
and I've made mustard chicken curry for you, sir. Your favorite.
How did you know?
Khushi madam told me, sir.
She even shared her recipe over the phone.
Why don't you freshen up, sir?
You're already late for dinner. You usually eat by 8:30 p.m.
Khushi madam told you that as well?
Yes, sir.
How was the curry?
Impressive.
No, I mean, not as good as yours, of course.
- Right answer. - I must say,
the way you planted a spy all the way from there is very impressive.
And? How's the case looking?
Did you find that gangster?
I will, soon.
This Saptarshi Sinha. He was a good cop.
I know the team idolizes him,
but he died because of his own carelessness.
Who leaves in the middle of the night without backup after a phone call?
Either too emotional
or a bit sloppy.
Classic Arjun Maitra!
Why? What happened?
The investigation has just started.
Do you know all the details of the case?
No, but prima facie, that's what it looks like.
Listen, you're always in a rush to form an opinion about someone.
Cut me some slack, at least today, Khushi.
This is new turf for you, Arjun, so don't jump to conclusions.
As for Saptarshi,
you're saying he was a good cop.
So, maybe, if you were in his shoes in that situation,
you would've done the same.
MARTYRS' MONUMENT 9 AUGUST 1969
Look at the attitude of CM Shirshendu babu
and his government!
In the name of taking action,
they just replaced Saptarshi Sinha with another officer. That's it!
No investigation,
no arrests, just empty promises!
WE ARE DEEPLY SADDENED BY THE SUDDEN DEMISE OF IPS SAPTARSHI SINHA…
Saptarshi's body is still lying in the hospital.
This government has to explain
where they've hidden Shankar Baruah, a.k.a. Bagha!
After protecting this gangster for years,
they won't just send him to jail easily.
But Chief Minister babu,
don't think that Rekha behen is alone in this righteous battle.
She's got me,
Nibedita Basak,
the Bengal Democratic Front, and all of you by her side.
We'll make sure she gets justice!
So many people…
such a massive crowd
at the BDF event.
That girl mentioned my name 25 times in her speech.
We've held power here for 24 years, Shirshendu da,
and we're not going anywhere.
For that, first, we need to silence this Nibedita, dada.
Where is Bagha, Barun?
You must know, Barun da.
Just tell us, and we'll send the SIT to arrest him.
- Otherwise-- - Shirshendu da--
I know you two are close…
but loyalty has now become a liability.
Remember…
if you pull the ear,
the head comes with it.
He took me in my car, sir.
Blindfolded me.
Tied it really tight, sir.
It was some old factory-like place.
Factory?
What kind of factory? Any idea?
It was pitch-black, sir.
I couldn't see anything clearly.
Sorry, sir.
- What's Bagha's condition? - Nerve damage.
Plus, a lot of blood loss.
You can't imagine how I pulled off that surgery.
It's a miracle he's still alive.
You must have called Lin Cheng back for the dressing, right?
Yes, I told him
to come the next day for a dressing.
The next day meaning today?
The car has gas, right?
I'll have to check.
Is the car in your bag?
- Does your car have gas? - Yes, it does.
- How's your father? - He's okay.
- Any bleeding? - No.
He had a fever last night, but it was gone by morning.
That's normal.
Did you give him the medicine I prescribed?
- Hand me the car keys. - What?
- The keys! - The keys…
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm absolutely fine.
- Then hurry up. - Yeah.
Come on, let's go!
Hold on a minute.
DOCTOR'S CHAMBER
Get him!
- Move! - Hey!
Get him!
Hey, he's here!
Niladri, this way!
Get him!
Stop him!
Focus on your studies in class.
And listen. Don't worry about your birthday.
Everything is arranged. Okay?
Make sure you eat your lunch on time.
See you, bye.
Barun da?
Yes, Barun sir, tell me.
What's with the "sir"? Call me Barun da.
I'm like your elder brother.
Come see me in the evening.
Use the back entrance.
But Barun da, the situation is not--
It's in your best interest, Sagor.
You'll have to take this risk.
Bring Ranjit too.
Your security is my guarantee.
Yeah.
What's he cooking?
Not sure.
Should we go, da-bhai?
Look at the house.
- Are you sure this is the right address? - I think so.
Goddamn…
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Banani!
Happy birthday to you!
Congratulations, Banani.
Now, feed him.
How's the cake?
Very nice, dada.
Belgian chocolate.
The one from Belgachia's way better, dada.
Ever tried it?
Where's Bagha? Do you know?
We don't know, dada.
We've been worried about him. He left without a word.
Have you talked to him?
Twenty-year-old single malt…
dark.
How's it, Ranjit?
When it comes to booze,
your little brother doesn't discriminate, dada.
Whatever comes, it's a blessing.
Sagor?
It's nice, dada.
You need to expand both your taste and your dreams, Sagor.
That's how you make it big.
Ever thought about politics?
The people in your ward have a lot of respect for both of you.
If you run as an independent candidate in the municipal election,
you'll definitely win.
And once you do,
the party's got your back.
Your lives will change.
What path are you leading us down, dada?
Think about it.
Everything will be legal.
You'll be called a councilor, sit in the state assembly.
And the money you're making now?
You'll make ten times that.
No more sneaking in through the staff entrance.
You'll be walking up front, waving at the media.
You didn't bring us here to ask us to change our ways, did you?
Whatever's on your mind, dada, say it.
Bagha's been a huge help to the party.
Whenever we needed him, he stepped up.
That's what you call a true daredevil.
Yes, dada.
Bagha da is like a father to us.
Bagha's on a path now
where there's no turning back, Sagor.
It's just a dead end.
What can we do?
It's karma's cycle.
One leaves, and another takes their place.
Right?
What have you two decided?
Can you handle what's coming?
So, all these years, we've been the ones running everything for Bagha da, dada.
Right? Tell him, da-bhai.
Dada, if we come in, it won't be at 70 percent.
It'll be like the old days.
Fifty-fifty.
So you already know what needs to be done next.
I'll give you the address.
Lin Cheng.
Your father's…
still alive.
But for how long?
His wound hasn't been re-dressed, no medication,
and no one's even with him.
Did you leave him any food or water?
So?
You won't even be able to walk to him on your own either.
Look, if he dies bleeding out, that's alright.
But if he stays conscious until the end…
that's a really nasty way to go.
It'd be better for a man to shoot himself.
I won't tell you.
I won't tell you anything.
You won't?
Fine. The only thing left to see is whether Bagha dies from lack of treatment,
or from hunger.
I won't tell you.
I won't tell you anything.
Are you really going to let your father die?
Like you won't kill him.
Your gun does most of the talking.
You won't kill Bagha da?
I can put it in writing that I'll take the legal route.
If he surrenders, I'll arrest him.
You tell me,
is it better to die or go to jail?
Jai Hind Chemicals.
Cheena.
What took you so long?
Did you bring food, son?
Cheena?
Look away, Bagha da.
You're going to shoot me?
Shoot,
but do it looking me in the eye.
Don't forget,
you're a tiger's cub.
Are your hands shaking?
The one who taught you the ropes of the business all these years,
and now you're going to…
You taught me everything I know, Bagha da.
No.
You learned to be a traitor from someone else.
From that fucker.
You two killed that cop together, didn't you?
Now what?
Are you going to run the business together?
Yeah, we'll run it.
We two brothers will run it better than you.
We'll rule Kolkata.
We won't be slaves to any party like you.
Look away, Bagha da.
Who told you…
I'm here?
Barun da.
Pull the trigger.
- Look away, Bagha da. - Pull the trigger.
Damn it.
A fat wallet always attracts company.
- What's he offering you? - Look away, Bagha da.
Da-bhai…
Look away, Bagha da.
Pull the trigger.
Look away, Bagha da!
Pull the trigger, asshole!