Chaalchitro (চালচিত্র)

I waited a long time.

You couldn't make it. Then I saw Chitra coming out.

She would've asked a thousand questions.

Why I'm waiting, for whom...

Had you walked out right then, we'd be doomed.

She'd tell the entire office.

I saw a tram and I hopped on.

Now? No...

Let's try tomorrow.

Tomorrow, you'll leave first.

Okay, talk to you at night. Bye.

S**t!

S**t!

Mom!

You scared me!

Why?

Didn't you see my car parked outside?

The car... Forget it.

-Come inside. -What are you doing here?

You never call me over, so I came uninvited.

Mom, don't start with your melodrama again.

I made banana blossom curry for lunch.

-Oh! -It's your favourite.

-So, I got you some. -Thank you!

Try it.

Ranu Auntie's daughter had twin girls.

-Ah, yes. -So, they sent sweets.

I've kept four pieces for you in this green box.

Have them.

-Go on. -What?

"Others are having kids already. You aren't even married yet!

Will I ever become a grandmother?"

Come on... I don't say such things anymore.

Since you broke off the wedding with Animesh...

I decided to shut my mouth.

But...

when I see my only daughter living off junk food

I pray that God finds her a girl, if not a boy.

They can live in.

Wow, Mom, well said.

I was trying to find a guy.

Now, I'll look for a girl.

Naughty girl!

-Hey. -Hmm?

-Remember to have the sweets. -Hmm.

They'll go bad tomorrow.

I won't let them.

I'm leaving your key under the flower pot.

Hmm.

Bye.

What is it?

Where?

Don't bother Naseer at this hour.

You won't get through Bishwa either.

Ask Ritesh to go instead.

And someone will be present from your team too, right?

I'm coming.

Can't you go in the morning?

I can but rather than fret through the night...

I'll go and take a quick look.

Murder?

A woman. At Lake Gardens.

The officer on duty says he hasn't seen anything like this before.

Well, let's see.

Switch off the light.

Sir is here.

-Sir. -Sir!

Confused between morning and night?

Good morning, sir.

-Come. -Sir...

It's a scary scene inside...

Should I not go in?

That's not what I meant.

Ritesh Kumar.

This may be your first but I've lost count of mine.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

-Shall we? -Um... here.

Not that!

No!

Name?

Sushmita Hazra.

Lived alone. Rented the apartment.

The landlord, Mr. Dastidar, alerted us.

Dialled 100.

Someone called on his landline asking him to check this place.

Trace that call.

Yes, sir.

-Her family? -Unmarried.

Parents stay on Ballygunge Circular Road.

In that case... Naseer should go.

Ask him to inform them in person.

The parents shouldn't see this.

Yes, sir.

Clumsy...

Definitely...

Definitely, the murderer's first.

Found any boyfriend or ex-boyfriend?

Not yet, sir.

Her office is in Park Circus.

I'll go and ask around tomorrow.

-Forensics? -On the way.

At least someone's turned up.

I'm talking to you.

Take photos from all angles. Don't miss any.

Yes, sir.

No CCTV, huh?

Someone had brought her food.

A delivery boy?

No, someone she knew.

Ritesh, you go with Naseer.

Meet her parents. Try to find out more.

Okay, sir.

WOMAN BRUTALLY MURDERED

KOLKATA POLICE BEGIN INVESTIGATION

Her mother says Sushmita called off the wedding

when she learnt about her fiance's affair.

And that bloke claims Sushmita had an affair

between the engagement and the wedding.

His name is Animesh?

Yes, sir.

-Is he older than you or younger? -Around five years older.

So, the mother "says" and the bloke "claims"?

Already suspecting the fiance, aren't you, Ritesh?

Uh, no, sir. It's not like that.

My Bengali isn't as strong as yours.

Alright.

Then let's teach you an interesting Bengali word today.

-"Khilli", which means teasing. -Oh!

There's a Hindi word for it too.

Just because you cracked IIT before entered the police force

doesn't mean we can't tease you.

No, sir. Please, be my guest.

Naseer.

What about the parents?

I met her parents...

I tried to put it mildly.

She was their only child... It's tough.

They'll need time.

A lot of time.

Will the postmortem report come after the year is over?

Bishwa, call them.

Sir, I just called them. They said it'll take time.

But the photographs have arrived.

-Kanishka, it's the same... -No.

I was making the same mistake. But it's not the same.

But it is the same "chaalchitro" structure over the head.

That one was made with a sofa frame. This is different.

-Bishwa, what do you think? -Well-built, sir.

The girl?

The murderer. He lifted her to that height.

Then pinned her in a standing posture.

What does Animesh look like?

He's broad. Biggish.

Should've brought him in.

Animesh?

Hmm.

He was once in a relationship with her.

Then she broke it off, called off the wedding.

Social shame, social media shaming...

Very plausible motive.

At least, grounds enough for us to pick him up.

We could question him properly here.

Surely you weren't assertive enough.

As in?

Listen, Mr. Ritesh Kumar.

In our department, that first-boy tag won't earn you any medals.

On the field, you will have to force out the narrative.

It's been six months.

Time you toughened up. Isn't it?

But sir, the wedding was called off seven months ago. So...

A good chef would know...

revenge is best served cold.

Got it?

Bishwa, bring him in.

And listen...

Use words, not your hands.

Ritesh, go with him. Get some experience.

Yes, sir.

-Kanishka, should we... -I had called.

No one answered.

Then I better go and check

if everything is alright.

Hmm.

Are you okay?

You're home early.

Do I have to be not "okay" to be home early?

I didn't say that.

I saw the news about the murder.

So, how come you're home this early?

Do I have to send word before coming home?

Why are you twisting my words, Kanishka?

Home is my workplace too.

I could've wrapped up early for you.

Oh!

I disrupted your work, did I?

Have a red bulb on your head then.

Like they do in operation theatres.

So people know madam's work is in progress

Still haven't been able to respect my work in all these years.

Only your work is relevant to life and society? Why?