(singing)
IDIOT 2
Hello.
Madam, how are you?
I'm fine. And you?
Hmm?
It's not possible to be very happy being a cop.
We are busy all the time.
I don't have to tell you anything.
You know everything.
Well...
Are you busy? Can we talk?
Not busy. Was in the shower.
Tell me.
In the shower?
I mean the shower...
is a great thing.
One should take a shower once in a while.
Do you shower once in a while?
I shower everyday.
No, no... I shower twice...
I mean...
Anyway, what I wanted to say was...
We have information about that man.
He's a journalist.
(title song)
BETTER BE CHEF THAN SORRY
I don't know why you did this to me.
If you called me to the police station I'd have come.
I am not a petty thief that...
How would I know that you're not?
What do you mean?
If someone breaks into another person's property
he can be called a thief. Isn't it?
Won't be wrong to call him a robber either.
Look. Is there a police complaint against me?
Has a report been filed? If so, I want to see it.
You'll see it at the right time.
Oh!
Has the time not come yet?
No.
And looking at you it seems you neither have the time nor the education.
Tapan...
I have no interest in your educational endeavours.
I just want to know why you have brought me here.
What do you do?
Journalism.
I'm a journalist.
Which paper?
"Mahakaal".
Have you confiirmed with the "Mahakaal" office?
You see... I mean...
No.
But to be sure...
I'll confirm with them if they've confirmed and then confirm with you.
Thank you so much.
Oh come on.
Don't thank me.
Isn't it enough?
It's enough for heart but not for the stomach.
I mean that...
Haven't had something special made by you in a long time.
That's no big deal. Just come over one day.
I'm trying a new cuisine.
The origin is Spanish but it's more popular as Mexican.
A little spicy but I hope...
you'll like it.
Uff!
How can I wait for so long?
Please be patient.
The reward will be delicious.
Goodbye.
Okay. Thanks, madam.
(singing)
I'm sure you know
you can't arrest a journalist just because you want to find out
what his assignment is.
Of course, I can.
Especially, if that journalist
climbs over walls of a gentleman's house in the name of his assignment
and trespasses into someone's private property.
Then, of course, I can.
Sorry...
Gentleman or gentlewoman?
You climbed over the wall so you can tell me better.
Oh, so you don't know?
Why did you break into Mushkan Zuberi's house?
Has she filed a complaint against me?
Or a GD?
You don't need to know what she's done or hasn't done.
I need to know.
Hey!
You're a man of law.
-I'm sure you know I have the right-- -Hey! Don't try to teach us the law!
I'll shove the laws down your throat and you'll be crapping the penal code.
Hey, Anwar.
Sorry, sir.
Listen.
If it was any other time, I wouldn't allow my SI to behave so roughly.
Especially with a journalist.
Oh! How touching!
But your case is different.
Why is that?
Because I had called the "Mahakaal" office.
No one called Nirupam Chanda works there.
WHAT PLANS FOR THE 31ST?
I'LL TELL THEM I PROMISE
IT'S NOT A PROBLEM IN MY FAMILY
HINDU-MUSLIM RELATIONSHIPS ARE ALWAYS A PROBLEM
MY FAMILY IS PROGRESSIVE THEY WON'T MIND
WE'LL TALK TOMORROW
GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER
WE'LL MEET TOMORROW PATIENCE BEARS FRUIT
I WANT A DATE, NOT FRUITS
Now give us your real identity.
I am Nirupam Chanda. That is true.
I want to know who the hell are you? Where have you come from?
And what do you do, motherf**ker?
One fifty.
Systolic.
Diastolic... Hundread.
What?
Your blood pressure.
You might have a heart attack any moment.
Why don't you relax?
Breathe. Relax. Sit down please.
You might regret doing something in this fit of rage.
I think...
your next posting will be...
worse than Sundarpur.
Big city posting in the next three years... Forget it.
Who...
What...
Who the hell are you?
Like I said.
My name is Nirupam Chanda.
And I am not a journalist.
And now...
The way you were talking to me... Put it under that paperweight.
Ask the SI to go out.
I have many important things to discuss with you.
There are still many police stations in Sunderban where tigers wreak havoc.
And cobras and crocodiles are very common.
Please go outside.
Should I go too?
Sir?
Oh!
(indistinct chatter)
S**t!
-Hey, Mrinmoy. -Hmm?
-I need a favour. -Tell me.
Can you give me the number of a good taxi company?
Sure. Where do you want to go?
The airport.
I have to pick up a relative.
What's wrong with the usual ones?
Too much hassle.
Surge-pricing, refusal, etc.
Okay, wait.
Sent you the number.
-Thank you. -Welcome.
(indistinct chatter)
What's going on?
No idea.
Who is this guy?
How would I know? I thought he was a journalist.
A man of law should abide by the law.
Got it?
I'll deal with you later.
I can't be bothered with trivialities right now.
Go in now.
Check on your OC.
I think after talking to me he's feeling a little shaky.
Ator.
Yes, sir.
We'll continue to work together.
Okay.
-Keep your phone charged. -Okay.
-I'll call you. -Okay.
And no...
I'm not a journalist.
I'm Nirupam Chanda. Special Officer. CBI.
What can I do?
So, this is the guy, you see.
His office colleagues.
This is the flat where he lives alone.
Hmm.
This is office building.
Okay, this is the area where he was last seen.
Hmm.
Right.
And this is the taxi that took him to the last place where he was seen.
This is all that we have.
This is a very important case.
He's the nephew of a Bangladeshi minister.
He has been missing since the last few months.
Police has completely given up.
I want you to take up the case.
But why is this case so complicated, sir?
Apparently not.
Like I said, this guy Hasib...
One Thursday he leaves office.
And poof! He just vanishes.
-He used to live alone near South CIty. -Hmm okay.
Friends, acquaitances...
Everything has led to a dead end.
Hmm.
So, this is the file with the basic information.
And anything else you need will be at your disposal.
Sure, sir. I'll look into this.
All the best.
You didn't have to hide your identity.
It'd have been better if you came to meet me before.
If I didn't know you were so close to Mushkan Zuberi
I wouldn't have kept my identity secret.
Actually even I didn't know...
Anyway, I hope...
you'll forget about whatever happened. I mean...
I'm sorry about everything.
See, you are a man of law.
As long as you work within the law you won't have to be sorry.
But the moment you step outside of the law
and make friends with possible suspects...
then however sorry you are won't matter.
Sir, what is the case where Mushkan Zuberi is the prime suspect?
I will tell you.
But first some tea.
Sure, sir.
I checked everything.
A few hundred pages of interviews of many people.
Relatives, friends, acquantainces.
I've interviewed them again.
Apart from these...
Hasib's photos from different times.
Credit card transactions and bank account details.
Documents and recepits found in his room.
We'd found some untraceable numbers.
And we found an interesting ID.
Probably the person he was supposed meet that Friday.
Maybe a girlfriend?
Anyway.
There was someone the police forgot to interrogate.
-There were 31 drivers that day, sir. -Hmm.
Twenty seven of them still work with us.
The rest have quit.
I see.
Thank you. I'll need to speak to all of them.
-Can you please call them? -Sure, sir.
Thank you.
Do you recognise him?
Of course, I do. I recognise him.
I had picked him up that day.
Really? From where?
Tollygunge, probably... No, from an office near Anwar Shah.
Is this the office?
Yeah, yeah.
Yes, this is it.
This is the office.
Excellent. Thank you.
Okay, now...
-Think about it and tell me. -Okay.
I know it's been a long time since the incident.
-But by any chance... -Uh huh?
Do you remember where you dropped him off?
Take your time.
I don't need time for this, sir.
I remember clearly.
And there are reasons behind it.
I see. Tell me.
What happened was... The place I dropped him at
is the same place I dropped another person a month back.
And what is the other reason?
That's even funnier.
The drop off location was right in front of a restaurant.
And it had a very strange name.
Really? What was the name?
Tagore Gave It A Miss.
So those two men had come from Kolkata to the restaurant.
But what does it mean?
Can we prove that Mushkan Zuberi is involved?
Isn't this too coincidental?
Two people missing from the same place.
I have asked all the police stations in Kolkata to draw up a list.
Unsolved cases of missing persons.
In the last one year, I found three similar cases.
All men. Aged between 30-35 years.
Single. Missing.
Maybe... I was just saying...
Maybe some gang is using the restaurant as their safe space.
Hmm.
I had also assumed it's the meeting place.
But that was before I got to know about Mushkan.
Now that I know more...
No.
You don't need to take that.
Don't worry about the MLA.
Tell me.
Does anyone visit Mushkan Zuberi from Kolkata?
I... I mean...
I'll make it easier for you.
The partner of Orient Hospital and Mushkan Zuberi's dear friend.
Dr. Indrayudh Sen.
Does he visit?
As far as I know he comes to meet her.
I don't know if anyone else does.
Whose grave are you digging?
Who died?
No one.
Are you kidding again, Phalu?
Who gives you the right?
What do you think of yourself?
If you dig a grave someone in the village must die?
If you know so much then tell me.
Who's going to die today?
You will die.
I'll bury you myself right here.
You bastard.
Watch what you say to me. You don't know me.
Why won't I know you?
You are BBC.
You have all the news.
You're right.
I know everything.
Even what you hide under your bed.
Here... See this...
What do you do with all this?
What's the story?
Tell me.
Hmm?
Cat got your tongue?
Out with it.
What did you think?
You'll lie low and I won't get to know?
It's all going to stop, Phalu.
You'll run with your tail between your legs.
What are you trying to say?
Everyone will know the reason behind your digging graves in advance.
Got it?
And what you do for that woman won't be a secret anymore.
What were you doing with that witch last night?
What do you do for her?
What do you do?
-Want to see? -Hey, Phalu.
-Let me show you. -Stop, you bastard!