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I'll go home.

Ma, Baba...

I'll speak to everybody.

I'll be back in say...

a couple of hours?

And then I'll

take you with me. Okay?

How far is your house?

Nearby... as in...

say one or two hours at the most.

Okay?

Listen...

you'll come back, right?

Yes, I will.

Bye.

See you.

Listen...

Can I make a call?

'Hello?'

Hello, is this

Bibhash Karmakar's house?

'Sorry, wrong number.'

Hello.

Hello?

The call got disconnected.

Can I call again?

'Is Mr. Agarwal's cake ready?'

'Hello, who is this?'

'Hello?'

Listen, I want to speak

to Bibhash Karmakar.

'I told you this is a

wrong number.'

No, you see...

before Bibhash left the

hotel yesterday...

he had given me this number.

- 'This number?'

- Isn't this his residence number?

'No, this is Flury's cake shop.'

Flury's?

'Yes.'

Madam...

Pay the room rent before you go.

Room rent?

I don't have money.

What!

Once Bibhash comes, I'll pay...

Bibhash won't ever back.

On the register he wrote

his name to be 'Alok'.

The phone number is

that of Flury's cake shop.

Will he come back?

Now that the honey's over...

anyway, just pay my bills.

I'll be back.

But...

What happened?

Madam...

See, woman, it is not possible that

you come to my hotel...

have fun and leave

without paying.

Your Bibhash or Alok, whatever

he is, won't come back.

But I can tell you an

easy way to earn bucks.

Work your body, earn.

Pay me, leave the hotel.

I'll send in two men

within two hours.

Hey, woman!

Open the door!

Hey!

Open the door!

Come on, open it!

Trying to flee without

paying me?

Where's she?

She's escaped!

Are you really aware who I am?

We know exactly who you are.

But as of now...

you've been accused of

murdering your daughter.

And we need your statement.

This is ridiculous!

How can a mother kill

her daughter?

It's absurd!

It's preposterous!

I need my lawyers.

I need to speak to my lawyers.

Is Victor here?

Has he sent for the lawyers?

Because I need to speak

to my lawyers.

I need to make a call.

Can I please have my phone?

I need to make a call to Victor.

Can I please have the phone?

I need to talk to your Commissioner!

Yes, you b*tch!

I've handled a lot many of you,

blabbering that high- profile English.

Get my Bengali?

You're from Shillong, right?

- You...

- Hey, sit down!

Open your mouth or

I'll shove it up you!

- She can't touch me!

- Payel, control!

She is a big personality.

- It's wrong.

- Don't touch.

Madam, we know that

you are big person.

But you see, we've seen many biggies

turn tiny inside this humble room.

As tiny as us.

Since it is us

you've to talk to.

Let's start then?

I need my lawyers.

- Can't you hear me?

- Ah, Payel, control yourself!

Control.

- Open your mouth.

- Oh she will.

Tell us.

Later you can always say we've

made it all up, you said nothing.

You guys know the loopholes of the Law

much better than us. You'll escape.

Begin.

Must have been around March.

Madam had somehow got

to know about my connections.

What 'connections'?

Connection with the gangsters.

Ass, you're talking like you had

connection with some minister.

- Rascal.

- Madam Ishani?

You idiot, speak it out!

Ishani Madam told me...

it was a simple plan.

Had to kill her

sister, Rina.

And you killed her?

Killed who?

Madam?

Madam told me she'll give

me one and a half lacs...

After that, me and Madam,

we both went to see the spot.

At Raigarh.

After a week, Madam's

first husband came down.

You b*tch!

Ramcharan, hold her tight.

Yes.

Rina was killed that day.

Ramcharan and Shadab

killed her together.

I was with them.

The plan was to pick up Rina

from National College.

Ramcharan, kill her!

Leave me.

Yes!

Come on, Ramcharan!

Yes!

Oh I'm so sorry baby,

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry!

She's lying.

Without any doubt.

Shadab has been given seven day's

Police custody by Bandra Court.

And now he is on his

way to Khar Police Station.

'Ishani Banerjee,

the wife of Media baron...'

'Victor Banerjee was arrested

earlier in the day.'

'The Police are claiming

it is a high profile murder case...'

'that they have unearthed by chance.'

'Earlier reports suggest

that Ishani has been arrested...'

'on the testimony provided

by her driver, Ramcharan.'

'He's claiming that he has killed...'

'Ishani's daughter at her behest.'

'Ishani Banerjee, was a former

HR consultant and media executive.'

'In 2007...'

- Move away. Move.

- Just a minute.

Are you also involved

in this crime?

Come on!

- What do you know about this murder?

- Are you also involved in this crime?

- Light?

- May I?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

You're absolutely sozzled!

Cheers!

- See you!

- Excuse me!

It's my pack of

cigarettes you've got.

Oh! Yours?

Where's mine?

- Oh look!

- Down here.

Sorry!

That's yours.

Do you want a drink?

- Can I buy you a drink?

- Yes! If you insist.

But you'll have to

dance with me?

Yes, what are you drinking!

Red wine?

One red wine.

There you go!

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

- You want to...

- You want to dance?

- Come on!

- Come on, let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

At first they hit it off

like a house on fire!

They were seen

all over the town.

In every party, Ishani

was the eye- turner.

And Shadab was enjoying

every bit of the attention...

he was getting

because of her.

Ishani too would shower

lots of love in public.

Smooching him in front

of her friends!

What the poor soul didn't realise...

that she was actually seducing his

rich and powerful acquaintances.

And then?

Then, Ishani became

pregnant with Neeti.

One minute, so it was Neeti.

Then, what happened to Rina?

I got out of the hotel...

I just kept running,

I just ran...

till I fainted.

And when I gained consciousness,

they told me...

"You're pregnant."

With my step-father's child.

Then...

I thought, "Where do I go?".

I came back to Shillong.

I came back to Shillong.

Like mother like daughter.

Doesn't know anything

about her daughter.

Didn't you realise she's

stopped menstruating?

Couldn't you get it aborted?

You think you can trap me? Huh?

Trap me will you, the two of you?

If it'll come out.

I'll kick you both out!

Kept both of you,

now another one!

Stop jabbering and eat.

You close the door and sleep

with her all the time!

How am I supposed to know when

she is menstruating, when not?

Couldn't you keep a check?

Hey, now why're you

sitting like a doll? Eat!

There's something called

a condom in the market.

If you are so desperate couldn't

you buy some and keep?

Hey, why're you sitting like that?

Shamed me enough by

running away with your friend.

Now eat.

Eat and spare me!

This stupid woman doesn't

need anything if she can talk.

What to do about

the one inside her?

Cannot abort that.

She will die.

I'll marry her off.

- Marry her?

- Yes.

My friend's son, in Kolkata.

Gautam.

He is a bit foolish.

Won't understand much.

He has got no one.

As soon as I get rid of her, I'm free!

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