Good afternoon. This is your captain speaking.
We're expecting extremely turbulent weather up ahead.
I repeat, extremely turbulent weather.
(title song)
BETTER BE CHEF THAN SORRY
TAGORE GAVE IT A MISS
(indistinct chatter)
-Hello, sir. -Hello.
-Here's the menu. -Hmm.
-I'll take your order when you're ready. -Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
Yes, sir. What can I get you?
Mm...
What's there?
You can have some mutton or fish curry with rice.
And something special.
Special?
What's the Mushkan Special?
Sir, Mushkan is the name of the restaurant's owner.
Mushkan Zuberi.
She's the one who created the menu.
Created it?
She's not just the owner but a great chef too.
I see.
So what's the Mushkan Special today?
It's mutton curry. Shall I get it?
-Yes, please. -Okay, sir.
How did you get it so soon?
I hope it's freshly cooked.
I guess it's your first time here.
Please try it. If you don't like it let me know.
Thank you.
Okay, sir.
(indistinct chatter)
TAGORE GAVE IT A MISS
-Do you have black tea? -Yes. Please sit.
-Give me one with less sugar. -Okay.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Are you new here?
I know why you're here.
Why am I here?
You just came out of there.
You came to eat at the restaurant.
No, not quite right.
I'm here on an assignment.
Oh!
I don't know if you've eaten here or not.
But you can try it once.
People come from all over to eat here. It's very famous.
I know. I've heard about this place.
But...
I just ate here.
I didn't like the food that much.
Is that so?
It is a really popular place.
And you're saying you didn't like it.
It doesn't live up to its reviews.
It's more about showing off than the food.
You're absolutely right.
And look at the pretensions...
It's a simple eatery and named after Tagore.
Not after Tagore really.
It's "Tagore gave it a miss".
Yeah, yeah.
Tagore has been long dead. Why will he come to eat here?
That's why they named it like this.
Yeah, whatever!
Keep your voice down, Rahman.
If that woman gets to know you'll be in trouble.
In this place...
the hunter and the prey eat together.
On top of that... Here comes the prey...
That's the MLA of Sundarpur.
Ashim Karmakar.
Rahman...
Let me snoop around a bit.
Bloody swine.
What does he do?
He doesn't have a job. He's a police informer.
He keeps a tab on everyone.
Hmm.
Where is he from?
You see, sir...
-Sundarpur is on the border. -Hmm.
People didn't just flee during '47 or '71.
That happens here all the time.
So it's very difficult to say by looking at people's manners
which Bengal Sundarpur is a part of.
Ator Ali is Bangladeshi.
He crossed over one day.
-Ator Ali? -Yes.
Hmm.
Interesting name.
Have you given it a thought, madam?
Did you eat properly?
Yes, of course.
Food is never the issue here...
But...
But what?
Have you thought about my offer?
I'll always be grateful to you, sir.
-If it wasn't for you... -No, no...
Please don't say that.
That's a different topic.
A different account.
I was talking about...
Something else.
What more can I say, sir?
This is... I mean...
It takes time to put everything in order.
Maybe in a few days.
Sure.
Sure, madam.
Not a problem.
Just give me a signal and I'll make all the arrangements.
Goodbye, MLA sir.
Just remember one thing.
Everything I have is yours.
Goodbye.
Brother!
Didn't ask what you do.
Journalist.
TV or paper?
Paper.
Which one?
"Mahakaal".
So, what's the name?
-Mahakaal. -No. What's your name?
Oh. Nirupam Chanda.
Nirupam Chandra what?
Not Chandra. Chanda.
-Chanda? Bengali? -Yes but not a resident of Bengal.
I've lived all my life out of Kolkata.
That can be figured out from your accent.
So, why do you want information about the woman?
I'm writing an article about her and the restaurant.
But no one seems to know anything about her or the restaurant.
I'm in big trouble.
That woman is not from here.
She came to Sundarpur a few years back.
Oh.
-So you don't know anything either. -Why won't I know?
People call me "BB-Chi".
If someone farts in their room, Ator knows about it.
"BB-Chi"?
Oh!
-BBC! -Yes.
That woman is very powerful.
All the top bosses of police... And the MLA...
They are all crazy about her.
Why?
She has cast a spell on them.
-Spell? -Hmm.
You know what I think?
She's not even human. She's a witch.
Why do you say so?
Listen to this.
A boy...
Worked as a cook in the restaurant. He'd told me.
Apparently, she puts something in the food.
He couldn't tell me what it was.
Listen, Ator.
I'm staying at the Sunmoon hotel in town.
I'm here for a few days.
I'll give you 500 bucks every day.
But I want information.
Where did this woman come from?
Why is she here?
What are the real reasons?
Why is the food in the restaurant so tasty?
You know... Questions like these.
Got it?
Okay. It'll be done.
Brother, Ator doesn't care about money only about love.
I really like you and that's that.
I like you too.
You can get the job done.
-But there's one condition. -What is it?
I know you work for the police.
You can't tell them why I'm here.
If they get to know the entire matter will be disturbed.
-And you told me she-- -Say no more.
The police won't get to know anything.
And if they ask me I'll say...
I'm helping you look for property in Sundarpur.
Perfect.
-Give me your number. -Here.
You'll have to call me. I can't call anyone.
-Why? -The display doesn't work.
TAGORE GAVE IT A MISS
(indistinct chatter)
Sir.
No.
I'll have what I had in the afternoon.
Don't you want to try something new?
Hmm... Okay. What can I try?
You can try...
-...the pork curry and-- -Is that a VIP?
Yes, he is the Superintendent of Police here.
Sorry. What were you suggesting?
(indistinct chatter)
It's going to take me a week here at least.
Hmm.
I'm not sure.
Chilling with famous people here.
And if she comes to know there'll be a huge problem.
Hmm.
No, no... Hello?
Network's really bad. I'll call you back.
-Who is it? -It's Ator.
Talk to you later. Okay?
Come in.
Sunmoon.
Yes.
How many rooms?
Two? Okay.
Alright.
When are you arriving?
(singing)
-Is your phone working properly? -Yes.
They were about to shut shop.
Where are we going?
-You wanted information about her. -Yeah.
There's an old man. He knows a lot.
We're going to meet him. Come.
So if you are BBC, is he CNN?
No idea what you're talking about.
I only know the old man.
But he's a little crazy.
He won't talk if he loses his mind.
He can tell you a lot about the old days.
-Not the CNN. The History Channel. -What?
Nothing. Continue.
He even tells off the MLA. Doesn't care.
-Really? -Yes.
His students hold important posts.
(singing)
-Shefali! -Hey, get off!
Shefali!
Yes, madam.
What were you doing in Yadav's room?
I'm surprised by your audacity even though I'm home.
I didn't do anything, madam. He doesn't listen to me.
He forces me.
Don't lie.
He was forcing you, right?
And what about the giggling I heard?
Have you spoken to Phalu?
Yes, madam.
Will he be able to do it?
Don't worry.
He has been digging graves all his life.
Hmm.
Uff!
What happened?
-Phone's battery died. -Oh!
-What's the smell? -Incense.
Why incense?
This is the cemetery.
There's a short cut through here.
Oh, I see.
Probably a new grave has been dug.
And the mourning relatives have burnt incense.
This old man we're going to meet...
What's his name?
What a name, my God!
It's the same spelt backwards...
-What do you mean? -I mean Ramakant...
Hey!