Friends, when you have your back
against the wall,
when despair encompasses you,
when you are just
about to give up... why not...
live, one last time?
As your feet gave up, had you
forced yourself ahead just once
Had you chosen to live instead
How great it would've been
Once, just once...
had you managed to look back
Had you called out just once
How great it would've been
As your feet gave up, had you
forced yourself ahead just once
Had you chosen to live instead
How great it would've been
Once, just once...
had you managed to look back
Had you called out just once
How great it would've been
Accepting the compromises every day
Saving up for life's comforts
Fishing for cheaper deals
at the cost of your future
Blaming the tax-men & birds
of exhausting your rightful yield
Yet, you never realized the truth
as the fire in your oven dampened
Thrashed, scourged every day
Struggling to live as you died
bit by bit
Had you chosen to live instead
How great it would've been
As you drowned, had you taken
a deep breath just for once
Had you chosen to live instead
How great it would've been
-You were listening to contemporary
Bengali song 'Had you stopped'.
Music, lyrics & vocals: Kabir Suman.
Now, other news...
-Sir, is our price point correct?
-Don't know if the middle class
can afford.
The way real estate value
is rising--
-You must take the service elevator.
-It's not working.
-You could've taken the stairs then.
This one is not for you people.
Hey! What an ae!
What's your name?
Forget it, sir.
Don't mess with these people.
Half of them are t*rrorists anyway.
Hello?!
What is your problem?
-Sorry.
-Know how much the shoes cost?
More than you earn in two years!
A g*dd*mn refugee!
By hell!
-You ka--
-I'll show you your place!
Why the hell did you call me
a "ka"!
-By se, I'll k*ll you!
-I'll beat the sit out of you!
-What do you think of yourself?
-That's what you are! A ka!
I'm going to-- Damn, you bugger--
Take it off.
-I...--
-Take it off.
These buggers won't let us live
in peace.
Try all you will...
Clean their floors & windows,
clean their waste,
wish them a good morning
from afar, with a smile!
But what do they do?
They don't even look at us!
As if we don't even exist!
Whom am I doing all this for?
You!
So that you can go to school!
But what do you do in return?
Will you dare to bunk school again?
-I didn't bunk school, Abbu!
They expelled me.
Why?
They've stopped calling out
my name during roll call.
They said "You fail to pay the fee.
Don't come back to school."
-No... This is not going to work.
This won't do.
-Sir.
-Keep it here.
Ordered for extra mayonnaise?
-Yes.
-You did?
-Yes, sir.
I can't do without mayo...
I don't like bland food.
Spice!
Spice is the essence of life!
In news media...
truth does not sell.
What sells here is...
spice!
So?
The sum & substance of journalism...
is gossip. Yellow... or otherwise.
Sir, I'm trying my best.
Hmm! I know!
"The government donated sewing
machines to farmwives."
Well tried.
-Sir, I promise you--
-Hell with your promises.
-It's on your face.
-Huh?
-All over your face, sir.
-What?
-The mayo.
Sir... let me help you.
-Hmm.
Sir...
It's fine now.
-Do you enjoy it?
-Hmm?
-Following her around, scouting
for news that has no takers...
Her career is over. Want to
flush yours down too...
...Lord Mayo?
You must find us
the kind of scoops I want,
and if you can't,
the door is open.
Start looking for a new job.
What to do now?
I have single malt at home.
I know what I'll do.
I'm losing my job!
And you want to get drunk?
Leave it.
Don't let him get to you.
What do you mean?
Didn't you hear what he said?
I did. So?
No, Tintin, you didn't.
You never do.
I'm sorry... I'm in a mess!
Listen, don't worry.
You'll figure something out.
More you let him--
-Haven't paid rent in 3 months.
Living off the credit card.
If I lose this job...
-So, what's your plan?
I don't know.
But I know I've to plan something.
I don't know what, but something...
Something drastic!
-Mr Sanyal...
-Yes?
-Please come inside.
-Hmm.
-Hey.
-Is it paining?
-No...
-Liar.
-We gave her the injection.
It will pain for sometime.
We put her on a painkiller already.
It will take around ten minutes
for it to take effect.
But Mr & Mrs Sanyal, I'm telling
you from my professional experience,
this is our 3rd attempt...
If she doesn't conceive
this time either,
I think it's better
we don't take another risk.
As in? What do you mean?
I can completely understand
the emotional condition
you're going through. But...
if she fails to conceive
this time too...
it will be risky
for the mother & child, both.
I already had a word
with Mrs Sanyal about this.
Of course, no.
We won't take any risks.
-Let us be positive
and hope all goes well.
Yeah. Thank you.
-You're welcome, take care.
Had your parents sent you to school,
this day wouldn't have come.
You had such a lovely wife. She
too passed away during childbirth.
What terrible luck you have!
Can I tell you something?
You can't always hold
others responsible.
Your temper is a problem.
-What was I to do?
Silently watch them humiliate me?
-Calm down, Iqlakh.
We can't afford to be arrogant.
They are rich, they have contacts.
They know the police, ministers...
Don't mess with them.
Oh, I will! You just stand here
giving people haircuts!
Has Asif come out of jail?
Why? He won't be able to
supply you with a machine.
Has Asif come out of jail?
I'll drop you home
on the way to office.
I have to go to work, Rajiv.
Seriously, Maya?
Didn't you hear the doctor?
-But Rajiv--
-She told you to rest.
-I'm fine.
-Sure, evidently.
The pain is negligible. Trust me.
Maya, the doctor asked you to rest.
We've spoken about this, Rajiv.
It's work. I can't help it.
You know that.
Well, what can I say...
One request...
Please don't overexert yourself.
I promise.
-See you in the evening.
-I'll see you.
-And please take care.
Morning.
Are the files here?
-Yes, ma'am, in the car.
-Partho's men?
-Arrested at dawn.
From a hotel at Panagarh.
-Will they talk?
-They'll sing by tonight, madam.
-Good work.
-Ma'am, are you fine?
Why?
What's wrong with me?
-Abir...
-Yes, ma'am.
-Ayush Biswas...
-Yes, ma'am.
-Riyan Paul...
-Yes, ma'am.
-Vivek Jaiswal...
-Yes, ma'am...
-Harsh...
-Yes, ma'am.
-Sanchita Chakravarty...
-Swati Roy...
-Yes, ma'am...
-Ivan Gupta.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Avantika...
-Yes, ma'am...
I will return home
at the usual time at night.
Okay? Bye...
Yes. Okay. I'll buy the medicines,
grocery & then return home.
Yes...
I can't hear you...
Huh? Speak louder...
Alright. Okay.
-Auntie...!
-Hey, back off!
-No! No!
-Leave me! Let me go!
-Help...!
Catch him!
Run! Stop him!
-Mamma! Mamma...
Hey! Back off!
Back off, everyone!
Back off!
Hey! Everyone, out! Out you go!
Come on!
Out! Out!
-Help...
I want to go home!
-Shut up!
Mamma...
Leave me!
-Hey! Get out!
-Don't do this!
-Don't sh**t!
-Give me fresh pieces.
-Sir, won't you buy a Rohu?
-Nope.
I detest that family.
-I see.
-Rohu, Katla, Boal, Aar...
They have no personality.
Suppose you see a Rohu
crossing the road.
You won't even notice it.
But if you see a Hilsa passing by...
or a Mr Bhetki gets off a car...
-Aha?
-Or say... a Pabda comes out of
a mall with a few shopping bags...
You'll definitely check them out.
A class apart!
Take these to my wife. How much?
-2100, for you, sir.
Hello?
Out!
Out, all of you!
-Mamma...
-Hey! Get out of here!
-Oh, no! Security...!
Oi!
Out, out!
Hey! Get out right now
or I'll sh**t you!
Out!
Out!
Out!
Go!
Mamma! Mamma!
-Careful... watch it...
Where are you all going?
Hey...
Where are you going?
-Careful, you'll fall...
-Hey, what's going on?
-He's on the 9th floor!
-Where?
-On the 9th floor!
-Hurry! Run!
-Yes, sir!
(low whisper)
-Nothing will happen...
Wait. Shh! Someone is here...
Sit!
Who's in there?
-Sit!
-Who's that?
-Media.
-Yes, sir. Media.
-Huh?
-Media, sir. Please don't sh**t.
Come out. Come on.
Yes, sure, sir.
But don't sh**t, please.
-Which channel?
-Sir, Sky News.
-Huh?
-Sky News.
Who's he?
-My cameraman.
-Sir, camera...
-My cameraman.
-You have 2 minutes.
Get out of the building.
Just 2 minutes.
-Okay, sir.
-This is a hostage situation!
Not a chat show! Out!
-Okay, sir!
-Let's go!
Hello!
Kolkata Police has surrounded you!
You cannot escape! Surrender!
-Oi!
-No! Okay!
I'll look into it, okay.
-How are you feeling?
-Sir, under control.
Maya, didn't you go to Paris
during your IPS training?
Yes, sir.
I spent 6 months in a hostage
negotiation training program
with the prefecture in Paris.
-But no field experience, right?
No, sir, in fact I do have it.
I assisted my instructor
on an assignment.
So... At a hospital in Notre Dame,
an Islamic Jihadist
had taken 13 nurses hostage...
And he had a few demands
so we helped talk him down.
-Casualties?
-Zero, sir. None.
Then you are the man for the job!
I mean, sorry. Woman, for the job!
No, sir, it's okay.
I'm used to it now.
Okay, listen.
This morning, a man kidnapped
an 8-year-old girl
from the missionary school
where she studies.
He took her to an office building
in Sector 5.
I want you at the scene.
Quiet! Don't go in!
Come!
Wait!
Careful!
-Wait!
Here.
I put my g*n down, okay? Relax.
Okay?
I'm coming.
I'll come to you.
I am a police officer...
a police officer.
See! Non-violence!
-Hey!
-No! No!
I'm coming... Okay?
No... Wait, wait...
Relax...
I'm coming.
Hands are up here. Okay?
Trust me. Trust me, please!
Hold... Hold...
Relax...
I'm coming...
Okay, fine, fine...
Cool down, please.
Hello... Okay, relax!
Here I come...
I repeat...
Don't sh**t, please.
Okay? Please?
Please listen to what I have to say.
Please...
-What do you want?
-Nothing at all.
Just don't hurt the girl.
-Hey!
Okay, okay...
If you don't leave right away,
I will sh**t!
Fine, I'm leaving.
Okay... Relax.
If you'd just say what you want...
-Hands up!
What do you mean? Huh?
I mean, what is your demand?
You're holding a g*n to her head.
What do you want?
Me?
Who do I want?
Exactly what I am asking.
I...
I...
I... want my job.
Yes.
I want my job back.
That's all.
-Your job?
-Yes.
-What job?
-Keep your hands up!
Okay...
Why did we come back? Why!
I don't like going down
without a fight.
What fight?
I don't like this one bit!
I told you--
-Shut up!
How will we get the insights?
-Are you insane?
-Have you lost it?
Listen. We got really lucky here
that we became passers by!
Surely, the media is clamouring
outside by now.
But it's we who are the closest
to the news! Understand this!
I think we must fly the coop.
Look, let's get out of here.
Listen.
This is not a coop, you fool!
This is a coup
that we're about to pull off!
As a journalist, I'm sure you know
we can't do it from the footpath!
Finally, we can throw a piece
of proper news at boss' face!
Hello, sir.
The media already knows.
And we're definitely going to face
the worst PR nightmare.
Go in discreetly. Do your job.
And come out silently.
I want this done by tonight. Okay?
Take someone in your team.
-Okay, sir.
-That's it.
Thank you, sir.
Jai Hind!
Sir, just ensure that Navdeep's van
is within range, outside.
Yes, sir...
Yes, I'll keep updating you, sir.
Yes, sir. Sir, I promise you.
I won't let you down this time.
I promise you...
Thank you, sir. Okay, sir.
-Now what?
-Come.
-Come where? And why?
-Just come!
-But...
-Come on!
My God!
-Please back off, everyone!
Dayal, we weren't chasing anyone.
Stop watching those web series.
-...we will inform you later.
Let us save the child first...
-Okay, then!
-Ma'am.
-Details?
-Ma'am, he's 35 to 40 years of age.
Kidnapped a girl
from St Benjamin school.
10 minutes after school
got over, at 10: 30.
-Where is he now?
-On the 9th floor.
Our officer went in.
-Armed?
The kidnapper? Yes, armed.
-And the officer?
-He has his service revolver.
Hmm. Get him out of there.
And... this kidnapper...
Did he already have a g*n?
-Yes, ma'am. You see...
A crowd was chasing him down.
When he was entering the building,
the security guard
tried to stop him.
He fired. I think he was
just trying to scare everyone.
-Where's the guard?
-Hey... Come here.
Ma'am.
-He shot before he entered?
-Yes, he fired.
I don't think he meant to--
-How many shots?
One, madam.
-Hmm. Okay.
-Madam...
-Hmm?
I know him.
-As in?
-As in... he used to work here.
-Here?
-Yes.
-You mean... at this office?
-Yes, madam.
In maintenance department.
He lost his job yesterday.
-You knew him well?
-No, madam. Not at all.
See who fired him.
Call the facilities manager,
I want to talk to him.
-Okay, ma'am.
-ACP Maya Khastogir is coming
to handle the situation.
Ma'am!
-I'll go up. I don't know
what the situation is up there.
But if I take more than 30 minutes
& you can't reach me,
come up with the stand by team
immediately. Is that clear?
-Clear, ma'am.
-Thank you, officers.
Go back downstairs!
Sorry, ma'am.
Where's he?
In the conference room at the end
of the corridor. This way, ma'am.
What about the girl?
Is she okay?
-Okay. But the g*n
has scared her of course...
-Hmm.
-Did you talk to the man?
-Yes, ma'am.
You went alone?
Yes.
-Hmm. What did he say?
Any demand?
-He said he wants his job back.
That's all?
Nothing else?
No, that's all he said.
-Hmm...
-But he seems furious.
Okay, I'll go talk to him. Go
& get the facilities manager.
And... give me your phone.
-Huh?
-Give it.
Lock...
This is my number.
Save it & kindly answer it
if I call you.
I may not answer if you call.
If you call me & I disconnect,
call me back in 5 minutes.
If you call me & it rings out,
immediately call back.
If you call me thrice
& I don't respond,
come up with the stand by team
immediately. Without any delay.
Clear? Should I repeat that?
-No, it's okay, ma'am.
-Okay, thank you.
-But, ma'am... isn't it risky?
You'll go alone?
Oh, boy!
Kolkata Police!
I just want to talk to you.
Can I come in?
I am not carrying a g*n.
My only objective is to ensure
that the child's safe.
So, whatever you need... it's
my responsibility to get you that.
My hands are up here.
See?
Nothing.
Okay?
I am coming in now.
Hey! Don't move! Stay where you are!
-Okay.
-What do you want?
-I just want to talk to you.
I want to sort this out.
I did not do anything.
Get that clear.
I did not want any of this.
I know.
All I want is...
I mean... I thought...
I thought they have...--
-They've taken your job away?
I know that too.
You do?
You know?
Then tell me why!?
I did not do anything.
For no fault of mine!
I can help you.
You can get your job back.
Stop there.
You know what...
These companies...
They are very cruel.
They don't think about anyone.
Just want to make profit.
They aren't like us.
We understand
what people are worth,
what their lives are worth,
what their sweat is worth...
We know.
-"We"?
Who "we"? There's no "we" here!
I don't even know you.
Who knows... You could be
one of them! Who knows?
My name is Maya. Maya Khastogir.
My father had a grocery shop.
Have you heard of Jiaganj?
It's near Murshidabad.
When I was three years old...
my mother passed away.
I've only seen her in photos.
And my husband, Rajiv...
loves me a lot.
He is a very caring man.
My world is very different.
I am not one of them.
Okay... but... I mean...
Are you... in pain?
-Yes.
I am undergoing
an in vitro fertilization procedure.
It's a medical procedure.
I am trying to become a mother.
My husband and I...
This is our third attempt.
It's a very complicated process.
Extremely painful.
I mean... they insert numerous
injections in the stomach.
So, I am in a lot of pain.
Okay, put your hands down.
You shouldn't be here.
Neither should you.
Look... it's nearly 4 pm.
And... she must be hungry.
If you allow me,
I can arrange some food.
For her, and for you--
-I don't want your food!
Okay... Okay.
Then, just for her?
Can I have a word with her?
No! Why?
I need to ask what she will eat.
Please...
-Hmm.
-Baby... Hi.
So?
What is your name?
-Come on? What's your name?
Auntie is asking. Tell her.
Don't be scared.
Uncle is a very nice man.
He won't hurt you.
What's your name?
Avantika.
-Avantika? Wow!
That's a lovely name!
And what do Avantika's parents
call her at home?
-Mishti.
-Mishti! Great!
Ma calls me Mani,
sometimes she called me Mammam.
-Oh! And your dad?
-Dad's not there.
He doesn't stay with us anymore.
-So what? Mamma's there.
And she loves you a lot, right?
And what is Avantika's Mamma's name?
Ira.
And in the 2nd quarter,
our growth was at 12.5%.
But if you consider the fact that
the stock was already hovering
around 800-810 range,
it is quite impressive!
So, before we proceed further--
-Ira!
Not now, Sara.
Ira, I am sorry
but you have to come with me.
Just give me a moment.
-So, Avantika...
If I call up Mamma & ask her
what Mishti's favourite food is,
what will Mamma say?
-Pizza!
Pizza!
Pizza.
Pizza sounds greats. That's it.
Something else with the pizza?
-Orange slushie...
-Hmm. Orange slushie.
-What's that? Orange?
-It's a drink.
Like orange juice.
That's it.
Enough.
Pizza and orange slushie, okay.
And your... name?
Why do you need to know my name?
To get you your job back...
I need your name in order to
ask them to give your job back.
So... name?
His name is Ikhlag Alam, ma'am.
The night-shift janitor.
Not our employee. He was here
on the vendor's contract.
-How long has he been working here?
-Um... It's been over a month.
-Why did he lose his job?
-Insubordination, ma'am.
He's an arrogant man.
Has a problem obeying instructions.
Basically, a bit of a... nut-job.
A nut-job?
Well, a bit. I mean, there
are many complaints against him.
Like?
Complaints like...
arguing with team members,
failing to adjust with them...
He was warned twice. And then...
yesterday he just crossed the limit.
He got into a scuffle
with our senior sales manager.
Why?
He spilled water on his shoes
intentionally.
That's how it started.
-And that cost him his job?
-Official policy, ma'am.
Are you aware that this sales
manager & his colleague
said some highly objectionable
communal things?
Hmm?
Does your official policy have
anything to say here?
Or is it just as silent
about it as you are now?
We will look into this, ma'am.
Why not...
When? Now?
Yes...
Have his dues been cleared?
Dues... I have to check.
Are you for real?
I am just doing my duty, ma'am.
If only, sir. If only...
Put him on stand by.
-Hmm.
Don't go anywhere unless told.
Stay here.
-Spoke to the child's mother?
-Yes.
Keep her downstairs.
Don't let her come up.
-Absolutely, ma'am.
-Mr Guha, listen.
I'm giving you a very important job.
Listen carefully.
-Yes, ma'am.
-I don't know which station you head.
-I am--
-I don't want to know.
But until this is sorted,
you are to report only to me.
Find all the info you can
on Iqlakh Alam and tell me.
And tell only me.
Is that clear?
-Yes, ma'am.
How is she now?
She's sleeping.
Her mother will soon come down.
I spoke to your office.
They said they'll
give you your job back.
-They said so?
-Yes.
The entire thing is sorted out.
-No.
Nothing is sorted unless I say
it is.
I don't believe these swines at all.
They are very shrewd.
They won't shy away from selling
their own mothers. All of them fu--
Sorry.
But you are right. Absolutely right.
Sit.
How did you get dragged into this?
I didn't get dragged into it.
This is my job.
So, what is your job really?
To sh**t me down like a mutt?
-To hear you out.
-How will that help you?
Every one needs to be heard. Right?
-Hmm.
Why do they keep the ACs
so chilly in these offices...
Feels like a morgue.
I've never come up to this floor.
A switch or a remote...
Where's it...
Nope, nothing here.
Who's there?
-Hey!
-Who's there?!
-There's nobody!
-How many did you bring along?
How many?
-I didn't!
I heard them! You did too!
I did! Hey! Get up!
-No! Please don't hurt her!
-Shut up! It's all because of you!
You said you just want to talk!
Is this how you do that?
Who are they!
-I'm serious, I didn't bring anyone!
Shut up! How many g*ns
are pointed at me?
-None!
-You think I'm an idiot?
Don't I know how it's done?
How many g*ns are pointed at me
from that building? 5, 10, 50?
How many? Think I'm a fool?
-None! We cleared up the floor!
Shut up! I do not believe
any of you! None of you!
-Mamma...
-Please!
Iqlakh... Please listen to me.
Please!
Get out. If you don't go away
immediately, I'll k*ll her!
-Okay, okay!
-Out!
Okay, I'll leave.
Make way... Let her pass, please!
-Oh, Lord!
-Madam, come...
-Blocked that side?
-Yes, sir.
-The crowd shouldn't get in.
Keep an eye.
Where is my daughter?
Where is she!?
-Ira Sengupta?
-Yes, where's my daughter?
Is she fine?
-She's fine, ma'am.
Okay, but where's she?
I need to see her! Please!
Ma'am, please calm down.
Get her a cold drink.
Don't tell me that!
She's my daughter! Where's she!?
Your daughter was kidnapped
from her school today.
She's being held hostage
in this building.
Ma'am, please calm down.
Have a seat.
Oh, God...
Ma'am, please...
I don't want to sit.
I don't want to sit.
What do they want? Tell me?
What do you they want?
-I don't know what to tell you--
-How much are they demanding?
I will give them! I'll arrange for
the entire fund! Just tell me!
How much money? Just get
my daughter back to me!
Ma'am, please calm down,
have some cold drink.
You have it! Just tell me what to
do, how much do they want?
Ma'am, it's not that simple.
He wants his job back, not money.
-Job? What the hell do you mean?
I mean exactly what I'm saying.
The kidnapper was a janitor
in this building.
Lost his job yesterday.
-So?
Then he went nuts & kidnapped
your daughter today.
He won't let her go
unless he gets his job back.
-Oh, God!
-Ma'am, please be calm.
Our senior officer
is talking to him.
Senior officer? I want to meet him!
Where is he, tell me?
Come with me.
-Where's the senior officer?
-Yes, ma'am. Ma'am!
Ma'am.
-Where's my daughter?
Mrs Sengupta. I am Maya.
ACP Maya Khastogir.
Where is my daughter?
-Okay, calm down.
Your daughter is safe, okay?
The kidnapper didn't hurt her.
And as far as I think, he has no
intention to hurt her. Alright?
So, trust us. Hmm?
-Okay...
In fact, she's had orange slushie
& pizza, she's sleeping peacefully.
Okay.
Mrs Sengupta, if you want me
to bring your daughter back safe,
the first thing you need to do
is to stop panicking.
Alright?
-Okay.
I know, it's easier said than done.
But you really need to do this
right now.
Okay.
Good. I'll go upstairs to talk to
them & you stay here.
Listen... He wants his job back.
Right?
So, do that. He gets his job back
& he gives me back my daughter.
You said
he doesn't want to harm her.
-Not at all.
-No such intention.
Then why keep my daughter
for this long?
You are right. That's exactly
what we're trying to do.
I told him he will get his job back.
Oh, you told him?
Yes.
Then why has he still held
my daughter hostage? Please...
Mrs Sengupta, we have to complete
the formalities too. Right?
You know better. Right?
-Yes...
-And... has your husband come?
He's not there.
We don't stay together.
We are separated. I'm trying to
reach him but I can't...
But I am trying to connect with him.
But, ma'am, I beg of you...
-Ma'am, please!
Please get my daughter back...
If you can, really...
Please get her back!
-You need to calm down. Okay?
I give you my word.
I promise you, I'll bring your
daughter back safely.
But you have to calm down a bit.
Please have patience. Okay?
Please. I promise you, okay?
Stay here. I will come down
& talk to you again.
Give me some time, I'm coming back.
Ghorui, take care of her.
Give her some water, please.
Hey, water...
Ma'am, please calm down.
That was close.
-Told you, it's risky!
-Got the footage? Show me!
-Let's go now.
-Show me!
-Footage! Footage!
-Show me!
Here it is.
This is a gold mine!
You're a genius!
Oh my God!
-Wait here.
I suggest you don't try that...
Ah.
So, I was right.
How many g*ns are pointed at me?
None. But why risk it?
The situation is not in my control.
You saw what happened since morning.
I am only human. Just like you.
Why'd I care if you're human
or an animal?
Why are you telling me?
Because I want you to know
that I am trying my best
to get you whatever you have
asked for.
Someone from the company is here.
He is waiting outside.
He has come to tell you
that you're getting your job back.
Come in.
-You!
-Iqlakh!
-Hello, Iqlakh. How are you?
-Hell with your "how are you"!
What are you doing here?
Why is he here?
He is very sorry for what happened.
I'm sorry. You can join work
from tomorrow.
Fine, join from tonight.
-What he means is--
-I know what he means.
I know their kind.
All hypocrites! I don't believe
a word they say!
Believe me, he is giving you
a guarantee, personally.
-What's his guarantee worth?
Who the hell are you? A nobody!
-Okay, listen--
-But I...
What are you mumbling?
-Okay, relax.
The g*n's shown you your place, eh?
What a turncoat!
Just changed sides!
If this scoundrel doesn't leave
immediately,
I will blast his face off
with a b*llet! I guarantee you! Out!
Hey, please don't...
He'll give me my job back?
Get me all the information
on Iqlakh Alam.
Yes. Okay, sir...
And... who is the owner
of Diamond Developers?
-Which symbol will you vote for?
-The lantern of course!
-Which symbol will you vote for?
-The lantern of course!
-Which symbol will you vote for?
-The lantern of course!
(sloganeering continues)
-Anubrata Adhikary.
Anubrata Adhikary, the owner
of this company...
You want him to personally come
& give you your job back?
-Hmm.
I will not trust anyone else.
Okay, but... are you not
asking for too much now?
I knew it!
I knew it that you're useless.
You come surrounded by cops,
saying you want to talk,
and you bring along
that piece of filth!
You're all talk. And what about
my job, madam?
Madam, you don't care
for that child's life one bit!
-That's not true.
-Of course, it is!
You're just a show-off...
Okay, listen.
Let's say I am somewhat able to
arrange for what you want.
Look...
Anubrata Adhikary is one of the most
influential people in this city.
I will need time to contact him.
Then I'll have to talk to him,
explain the entire situation...
Then, if he agrees, I'll have to
arrange for him to be brought here.
Then he can come here & officially
hand you your job back. That's fine.
But... what is that little girl
supposed to do all this while?
She hasn't seen her mom all day.
That lady is dying of panic
downstairs.
Please. Just think about them once.
Why?
Why should I?
Do you people ever think about us?
Like ghosts, we lurk around you
unnoticed.
Do you remember any of our faces?
Now, you will.
Here it is.
You think I'll let her go
based on that se's word?
So that he throws me out
again tomorrow?
No, madam.
I may look like one,
but I'm not that big a fool.
Alright.
You relax, I'll see what can be
done. I'll be back in some time.
Don't waste time here,
get to work.
Let's go!
We have to do something.
-Enough, let's go.
-Didn't you hear him?
-Let's just go.
-Wait.
-Who are you calling up now?
-Hello, sir.
-Hello, Brishti. I saw the footage.
Well done! Excellent work!
-Thank you, sir.
-Most welcome.
I need even more
dramatic frames for the rest!
-The rest, as in?
-Hmm! The rest of the footage,
darling! Exclusive footage!
We're all waiting for it here.
After that, the game is ours!
Don't you get it?
You don't realize?
Oh, Brishti... What will we do
will a 2 hours hostage crisis?
It's just the beginning!
I'll go live with that footage!
Can you imagine
what's about to happen?
We'll be flooded with calls!
Most importantly, can you imagine
how it'll skyrocket your career?
I can clearly see you
as an anchor, Brishti!
Got it?
Fine, if you want to come out,
please do. I won't stop you.
But then journalism won't
work out for you. What will you do?
Well, you can teach.
Farming is also an option. Right?
Hello, Brishti...
Are you there?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Very good, Brishti.
So, be there and focus on your work.
And always remember one thing.
The show must go on.
No.
No choice.
There's always a choice.
You don't have to do this.
Tintin you don't understand,
I have to do this.
-You don't have to--
-I want to do this, damn it!
You don't get it? If the police
lady gives him what he wants...
then it's all over.
Everything!
Why don't you understand that?
As in? You'll stop the police
from doing their job?
-I don't mean that.
-Have you lost it? Hear yourself!
A child's life's at stake--
-Don't do that.
-And your footage...
I'm out. Do what you want.
I'm not doing this. Fk off.
I am out of this!
-Have you gone mad?
-Yes, I'm mad!
-Tintin! Tintin!
A horrific case of kidnapping
in our city of joy, Kolkata!
Yes, a horrific case of kidnapping!
-The mother?
-Sitting outside.
Keep her there & contact a senior
from the company.
CEO, director, whoever you can--
-We have Iqlakh's address.
Okay. Interrogate the neighbours,
see if you can find anything.
-Okay.
-Ma'am...
-Just a sec. Hello?
-Maya... Are you okay?
-Yeah. I'm okay.
Have you gone home?
-Where exactly are you?
-I'm still here. But...
I know you've seen me on TV.
But I'm safe.
I have enough coverage.
-Clearly, you're not okay!
Maya, just come home!
-What do you mean?
Maya, you're carrying my baby
in your womb, okay?
-Ma'am...
Rajiv... It is my baby too. Okay?
Okay, it's our baby.
And you by well know it's our
last chance of having a baby!
And a g*n is being pointed at our
baby even before she or he is born!
Tell me, how am I supposed to feel?
-What!
What...
What are you talking about?
Maya, stop playing a cop
and just come home!
Madam, please look at this!
An innocent child is held hostage
in the office of Diamond Developers
by the kidnapper! The police is--
-Hello... Hello!
But our kidnapper here is seen
pointing a g*n at the police officer!
Can we save the child?
-What is this!
What the hell is this!
The kidnapper has a g*n!
Take her out immediately!
How did they get inside?
-I don't know... No idea!
I want a floor by floor sweep
the entire building! Right now!
-Madam, we heard a g*nsh*t upstairs!
-What!
-Everybody, spread out right now!
-Did he say g*nsh*t?!
Maya!
He says they heard a g*nsh*t!
What will happen to my child now?
Take her outside. Please calm down!
Handle this...
What's going on!?
-Maya...!
I want a floor by floor sweep
of the building!
One team will come down,
another will go up. Seal all exits.
They are inside the building
somewhere. Get them right now!
Okay, ma'am.
-We're looking into it...
-What will happen to my daughter!
-It'll be fine, don't cry, madam.
-Why are you sending me out?
Hey! No photographs!
It'll be fine...
-He's pointing the g*n at my kid!
-Madam is on it.
-Madam is not doing anything!
-Make way!
Come.
Listen, she told me that
the kidnapper has no intention
to hurt my kid.
Then why does he have a g*n?
-Let us do our job. Trust me!
-A g*n was fired upstairs!
-Madam is taking care of it.
-Please, let me go up once!
-You guys, get out of here!
-Just let me go up once! Just once!
Please stay calm. We are there.
Come. Madam, please...
Please, sir, I don't want to sit
in the car. I want to go up.
We are taking care of it, madam.
Please be calm. Come.
-Sir, I beg of you...
-Madam, I request you, please!
Our department is there, madam.
Madam is overseeing it.
Please come and sit.
-Please, I don't want to sit here!
-Thank you, madam.
I don't have anyone but my daughter
in this entire world!
I request you. Please sit inside.
The entire department is with us.
Stay here, please. We're there.
Please. Okay. Thank you.
Thank you.
Mullick...
Sir, please...
Sir, I just want to go up there
once, please...
Sir, please... please...
-The kidnapper is a 35-year-old man.
Name: Iqlakh Alam.
He lives in the Beleghata slum.
House number 37.
I repeat. He lives in the Beleghata
slum. House number 37.
He stays there
with his 10-year-old son.
Pick up his son from their house,
bring him to Bidhannagar police...
Are you hurt?
-No.
-Show me.
-Told you, I'm not hurt!
-Why are you angry?
Really? He tried to sh**t me!
Isn't that a good enough reason?
If I die, will you still ask
"Tintin, why are you angry?"
Tintin, I didn't mean any of this
to happen.
Yeah, sure.
Wait.
We shouldn't stay here anymore.
Finally!
We've to shift to another room
immediately.
Another room?
We're going down.
-Are you mad?
They heard the g*nsh*t!
The police must be coming up!
They can sh**t us, arrest us!
Let's hide here & wait.
We'll go out
once it's all cleared out.
God!
One... two... three... four...
Pick up! Pick up!
Pick up! Fk!
Iqlakh?
Yes... You didn't tell me
where to come...
Iqlakh, it's me, Maya.
Look, I put my g*n inside.
The money is ready! I've to hurry!
Tell me a place
I can reach faster.
Iqlakh, I just want to know
if Mishti...
is alright!
Stop.
What happened?
What happened?
You tell me!
Police crawling out of everywhere
like c*ck!
-You misunderstand--
-Zip it!
Not a word!
Whatever you've been telling me,
it's all lies! Just lies!
They are not the police,
they are from the media.
Trust me,
I don't know how they got in.
But I never lied to you.
I don't trust you.
I don't.
Hope you had no problem
finding the place?
The money?
-Yes, I have the entire sum.
Will you be able to handle it?
Loads of cops out there.
I can...
Ever used it before?
Hmm. Okay.
This is the lock. Hmm?
-Hmm.
-Unlock it.
Then you-- It's locked.
Okay. Yes...
Slide it up.
And it opens. Hmm?
Can you do it?
Come on, try.
Point it that way.
Hmm.
The lock.
Uh, oh yes, the lock...
Unlocks like this...
gets locked like this.
Okay, I get it.
-Aren't you that kid's mom?
The one who's been taken hostage
in that building, it's on TV.
You're the mother, right?
-Please take the money.
I'm in a hurry.
Here, I'll give you the rest--
-Keep it.
But your hand shouldn't tremble
when you sh**t that se.
By se!
Thank you...
Come.
Come on in.
What a surprise... Sit.
-Sir.
-Yes...
How will we talk
if you keep standing? Sit.
Isn't it too much?
-I'll look into it.
-Sorry... What a day...
How is the Commissioner doing?
He is alright, sir. I mean,
you know how it is...
-Hmm.
He is retiring in October. Right?
-Yes, sir.
-Ah.
I envy him.
No work, just resting all day...
No stress...
Anyway, tell me why you're here.
Yes... Sir, you have possibly heard...
-Yes, I have.
-Uh...
The Commissioner is requesting you
to come to that building. Then...
it can be sorted quickly.
The entire force will be there.
And sn*pers too.
It's absolutely safe, sir!
If he acts smart,
we'll sh**t the man & the kid.
It's absolutely safe, sir.
Please, sir. Please!
What's his name again?
-Iqlakh. Iqlakh Alam.
-Ah. Iqlakh Alam.
What's the retirement age
for Kolkata Police?
-Sixty, sir.
-Sixty.
Age is catching up
to your Commissioner.
He wants me to go there?
He's grown old.
Tell him I said this.
Sitting here, right now.
-No, sir... It's not like that.
Totally safe. I'll be there
with you. Don't worry...
I will go with you, sir...
Okay, sir.
I better go. It's late.
I promise you, I'll talk to
Mr Anubrata & get you your job back.
But... you have to
stop acting like this.
If you sh**t at people like this...
it gets complicated, right?
Alright.
Keep those bugs away from me.
Why did they show my face?
Is this a film sh**t? A movie scene?
-They will be punished.
-My as!
Keep your head down.
-These vultures from the media
feed on our sorrows.
They run their houses by selling
our tragedies, don't you know?
-I do.
-Why don't you stop them then?
All you do is talk and talk!
Stop!
Come!
-Okay...
-Check that side.
-Yeah...
Come on.
Iqlakh...
Law & order has its boundaries.
A lot of times, maybe we know
what's the right thing to do. But...
legally we're not allowed to.
There you go.
Finally, you're being honest.
-Madam...
-Go back inside!
Get back inside the lift!
-Don't take the law into your hands!
-We're leaving--
-Get back inside the lift!
Back out! Don't you hear me?
I will sh**t!
Get back inside the lift!
Get inside right now!
You all back off! I said step back!
Stay inside! Stay that side!
-Madam...
-This will be over soon.
You'll get your job back.
Mishti will go back to her mother.
-Mamma!
Guddu!
The story now takes a fierce,
unsettling, dramatic turn!
As is seen in our fresh-hot,
exclusive footage,
the mother of that child is now
in that very building.
She has something to tell us.
-No! No! No!
-Come, let's hear out the mother.
-My name is Ira.
-That's my Mamma!
I am the mother of the little girl
being held hostage in this building.
I hope and pray...
that my daughter is alright.
I have a message
for my daughter's kidnapper.
Iqlakh Alam.
I have your son now.
Whatever happens to my daughter,
will also happen to your son today.
Exactly the same.
You let my daughter go
& I'll let your son go.
And if you hurt her
in any way at all,
I'll sh**t your son.
-No! No! No! No!
-Iqlakh!
Iqlakh!
Iqlakh--
-Shut up!
Iqlakh...
Iqlakh, no!
Iqlakh, please, please!
She's a kid, just like Guddu.
Please, Iqlakh!
Shut it!
-Please, Iqlakh! She is a child...
She is someone's daughter too.
Please!
When you look out of your window
See a storm wrecking your home
Guddu...
When you fear
you will be stuck here forever
And you know it's time to run
Just the way I wish
for new reasons
to find you...
In the same way, I am leaving
but I wish to return
Dipping my feet
in our snow capped memories
The one I'm raising in my womb
My eyes look for that new life
With conversations soaked in love
and delicate strokes
See, I am calling you
with my hands stretched out
I couldn't leave you behind
after all... Could I?
See, I am calling you
with my hands stretched out
I couldn't leave you behind
after all... Could I?
Hear the alluring tune
It's calling you to the horizon
It sounds like
The songs that hide our tears
The azaan that cradles our pain
When my yearning for light
Becomes my search for you
That's when
The right shows itself
beyond wrong
The mist of dust
has kept it covered all along
I keep turning back, in search of
the child you guarded with your life
Your kiss was lost
in the waves of time
Would you look up
and want me back again?
See, I am calling you
with my hands stretched out
I couldn't leave you behind
after all... Could I?
See, I am calling you
with my hands stretched out
I couldn't leave you behind
after all... Could I?
I couldn't leave you behind
after all... Could I?
I couldn't leave you behind
after all...
Could I?
You do realize what you're doing,
don't you?
He... I can understand, Ira.
But you?
An educated woman
from a well to do family--
-I'm a mother.
Full stop.
What would you do
had you been in my place?
Same thing, maybe.
Same thing.
But what will we do now, Ira? Hmm?
He let's my daughter go,
I let his son go.
Simple.
It's a little bit more complicated
than that.
It always is...
complicated.
Iqlakh wants his job back.
He wants the owner of the company
to come & return it to him.
So? What is the problem?
Anubrata Adhikary is the owner
of the company.
You know who he is?
A very powerful industrialist.
Most of the high-rises of this city
belong to him. In fact,
he owns many more
real estate companies.
And he's standing for the election
next month. So...
Exactly.
So, what Iqlakh wants...
Sit, please.
It doesn't really matter.
Kolkata faces the strangest
hostage situation ever.
Can the Kolkata Police solve this?
On one hand, there's Iqlakh Alam.
A poor man who just lost his job.
A helpless janitor who has kidnapped
a little girl.
Until Anubrata Adhikary returns his
job to him, he'll hold her hostage.
On the other hand, Ira Sengupta.
Senior brand manager of P&G.
Whose daughter
Iqlakh Alam has held hostage.
Meanwhile, Ira has held
Iqlakh's 8-year-old son hostage
in the same building,
demanding Iqlakh Alam to let
her daughter go immediately.
Goes without saying, it's uncertain
who will win this tug of w*r.
As they say in English,
it's a stalemate.
Let's see who beats who,
who backs out first.
Iqlakh or Ira?
When will I go home?
Home...
Well...
Remember what I said?
A man will come.
He will give us what we want.
And we'll go home.
And then we'll all go home?
And then we'll all go home.
And we'll go for a movie too?
Movie...
Yes...
Why are you crying?
Are you hungry?
Yes.
Are you hungry?
-Hmm.
Okay. Tell me what you want to eat.
I'll get you whatever you want.
Anything?
-Anything at all.
-Um... ice cream?
Ice cream...
Um...
Donuts.
Dough?
What's that?
You don't know anything.
It's a circular sweet
with a hole in the middle.
Okay.
Okay...
Alright.
-What will you eat?
I...
Well, I...
a samosa with phulkopi stuffing.
Phulkopi? You mean cauliflower?
-Hmm.
-That's a vegetable.
Ma forces me to have it.
It's horrible.
Mishti... You don't know anything.
Cauliflower samosas are yum!
Will you share with me?
Sure.
-Yes, sir.
-Status?
Sir, as you know, the situation
is a little more complicated than
what we had assumed.
-Hmm. Are you okay?
Any morning sign?
-No, sir... I'm... I'm fine.
-Reminds me of the days
when we were going through our IVF.
Lata's mornings were terrible.
Day after day.
And it just wouldn't end.
I am so sorry I sent you there
in the middle of this.
I shouldn't have done that.
Not fair.
No, sir. There are complications
but I've the situation under control.
They are--
-I think, Maya...
you go home. Take rest.
This is not Paris.
This is a whole new world.
I can negotiate this, sir. Just that
I need a little more time and--
-Time is what we don't have, Maya.
What can we do?
Go home, take rest.
Think about your baby...
Sir, even here, two parents
are fighting for their children.
How can I leave them in the lurch?
-Go home, Maya. That's an order.
I have told them.
A special-force unit is standing by
to staun the building.
-What!
-Their commander is ready.
Waiting for my signal.
You go. I'll tell them
to go in once you leave.
So, hurry up. Please.
Get out.
-Sir--
Sir, please don't-- Hello? Sir?
Sht! Sht!
Iqlakh...!
They are coming in!
They?
The police!
And who are you?
No joke, Iqlakh! They're coming in
with g*ns to k*ll you!
Mishti could be in danger too!
Let those ses come! I'll sh**t
them right when they come in!
Iqlakh, please try to understand!
Okay? Please!
How many? How many b*ll*ts are
there in that g*n you're holding?
They have a lot more.
b*ll*ts, g*ns, hand grenades.
You won't last a minute.
And they won't care for Mishti's
safety in the shootout.
So, Iqlakh...
Please surrender!
Please!
No.
Jai Hind, sir!
We have orders.
Weapons free.
-What!
-Give warning,
but go after them.
The media is waiting outside.
I don't want the bodies to be
taken out through this gate.
And try to avoid collateral damage
as much as you can. Okay?
Okay, sir! Jai Hind, sir!
-Hmm!
-Commandos, any doubts?
-No, sir!
3 boys will go to the elevator.
And the rest
will go to the staircase.
-Wait!
-Yes, sir!
-Hello?
-Ma'am.
Basu sir is here! Gave a weapons
free order to the troops!
-Huh?
-Yes, ma'am. What do we do now?
-How many teams?
-Two, 9 and 3.
3 taking the lift shaft,
9 will take stairs.
-Okay, keep me informed.
-Right, ma'am.
Guys, they are coming.
I need your help. Right now.
The tactical forces have been
ordered to sh**t,
in order to resolve the situation.
That puts the kidnappers, us,
negotiator, Maya Khastogir & the lives
of the two kids at stake.
We can hear the team coming up,
the firing may start any moment.
Queston is, why suddenly give out
the order to stop negotiating?
Maya Khastogir was trying to reach
a resolution as fast as possible.
Why disregard that & order to sh**t
all of a sudden!?
What's Kolkata Police
trying to hide?
Why hurry into a shootout?
Three! Two! One!
Back!
Basu, ceasefire!
Ceasefire, Basu! Immediately!
That's an order!
Yes, sir!
Ceasefire! Ceasefire!
Stop this mess right now!
Live in 2 minutes.
Put Brishti on call.
-As we watch this horrific footage,
only one question arises.
The biggest question right now.
Why the sudden rush
to stop hostage negotiation?
We have a panel of experts
to talk about this in our studio.
We have Mr Arjun Puri,
ex-ATS head.
Thank you so much for being
with us, Mr Puri.
Sir, you were the chief strategist
of the ATS cell in Delhi
from 1980 to1995.
So, what do you have to say
about today's action?
Well...
I do not want to comment on
the necessity of today's strike.
But I will say this much,
that the average hostage
negotiations in our country
last for a duration of no less
than 72 hours. 72 hours! So...
only when that window has passed
do we think of taking
combative action.
-So, sir, do you think
that this action does seem early?
Well... yes... yes, it does.
I'll have to say this is early.
And this is some kind of
a knee-jerk reaction.
-"Very early." That is what Mr Puri
is saying.
Thank you so much
for your insight, sir.
We have with us, Mrs Mitali Sharma.
President,
National Council for Women.
Mrs Sharma,
my direct question to you is:
What is your take on the development
that has just happened?
I just have a simple question.
A single mother has been forced
to take a bold step
to save her child. And why?
Because of police' incompetence.
And because of this hooligan
who has kidnapped her child
and God knows what he has done
with the child so far!
And what are you doing?
You're training g*ns on her?
You're forcing fire on her?
It's unbelievable! Appalling!
Are you even human?
-You heard the experts.
And now, let's hear out
our citizens.
Our representatives have spread out
all over city.
They are talking to
the common people.
Let's hear what our fellow citizens
have to say about this.
I feel very bad...
for the little girl's mother.
-A child was kidnapped! Imagine
what her mother is going through!
-What happened with Iqlakh isn't
fair. He is correct in--
-What is the kid's fault?
-It's okay to starve the poor!
But not okay if the poor revolt!
-But why should the child suffer?
-Iqlakh did the right thing.
-We all want Iqlakh to get justice.
He may be...
They are gone.
They have sealed off the building.
No one gets in or out.
-I'll be back.
-Yeah.
-...so, he had to choose this path.
These t*rrorists! These jihadis!
They should be gunned down!
They are all outsiders!
Forget about
if he is right or wrong.
He was wronged first.
Where were you all back then?
The matter gets resolved if Iqlakh
is given what he's asking for.
Why did Iqlakh lose his job?
Because he is a Muslim?
We all have jobs.
We understand...
how hard it is to run a house
when you lose your job.
Why was he shot at?
Because he's a Muslim?
This is clearly non-secular.
Whether we acknowledge it or not.
-What happened with Iqlakh is bad.
But so is what Iqlakh is doing
to Mishti.
-Look, I've known Ira
for seven years.
She has been a mentor to me.
And... I can vouch for her.
I've never met a human being
as kind, helpful & polite as her.
-I won't blame anyone.
But what they did to Mr Iqlakh--
What will we do now, Iqlakh?
Mr Anubrata has refused to come.
How can he not!
You said you'll bring him!
I tried... my best.
I failed.
Iqlakh,
maybe you don't understand...
I too may lose my job
after I get out of here.
You too?
We're all in the same pickle.
Anyway.
Can you make me talk to Guddu?
That could be arranged...
I think Mishti too would want to
speak to her mother.
Iqlakh!
We could... Um...
We could do something!
If we can convince Ira
to bring Guddu here...
and take Mishti there.
I guarantee the personal safety
of the kids & you both.
Don't-- Don't worry about that.
I'll see to it. Just...
let's get out of here now.
It's enough now.
Look... Maybe you two will have to
be in jail for a short while.
But that's fine because you have
the country's sympathy.
That's the best part!
And... all we need is a...
good lawyer. If we can get one--
-Then what?
Then what? You both can go back
to your normal lives. Simple.
Her life & my life
are very different.
No, Iqlakh, that's now how it is.
I'm telling you--
-I may not be well-educated.
But I'm no idiot.
People will forgive her.
But me?
They will never forget
what I did...
The society will give her a chance
to start anew. But me?
Know what the biggest crime
in this world is?
To be born poor.
And an even bigger crime...
is to be born a Muslim.
And if you're poor & a Muslim--
-Iqlakh...
You forget that those fighting
for you since the last 48 hours,
those on the road, in the media,
even in this room...
are all, mostly Hindus.
-Hmm.
You all have done a lot, madam.
A lot.
Thank you so much.
If you could make me
talk to Guddu now...
Hello?
Hello, Abbu!
Guddu!
Are you okay, son?
Yes.
Did you eat last night?
Hello... Hello, Abbu? Hello...
Are you there?
-Yes... Guddu!
Everything will be fine, son.
Just a while more. Promise!
Guddu...
-Iqlakh... This is Maya.
Can you give the phone to Mishti?
Her mother wants to talk to her.
Talk to her.
Mamma...
-Ira... Ira! You have to talk!
Hello, Mamma?
Ira!
Come.
Come on, sit.
Mamma, are you there?
Ira!
You have to do this!
I'm taking her on the call, okay?
Shh!
Hello...
Mani...
Mamma... my sweet little girl...
Can you hear me, Mamma?
Hello, Mamma. You know,
I had donuts, and pasta too!
-You did?
-Yes, Mamma.
Uncle got them for me.
Listen, dear...
Listen to me, okay? Just understand
me a little bit, dear.
I will see you very soon.
I just need a bit more time,
okay, dear?
Just a little bit of time, and then
Mamma will see you, hug you,
give you kisses... Pinky promise,
Mamma will see you very soon!
Okay, love?
-I'll play with Uncle until then.
Mani...
My love, listen to me carefully.
That man is not your uncle.
Okay, Mani?
That man is not your uncle!
He is nobody to you! He's not your
uncle! Just stay away from him!
I will come & see you very-- Hello?
Hello, Mamma...
Hello, Mamma!
Don't stay near that man!
Hello, Mamma...
-Ira! Ira! Ira!
-Stay the fk back!
Stay back!
Breathe!
Don't do this fing--
Just stay back! Stay back!
Stay the fk back
otherwise I will sh**t you,
I'm telling you!
-She's fine.
-Stay back. Stay back...
-Hello, I am Maya Khastogir.
I am working as the negotiator
in the Sector 5 hostage situation.
Iqlakh Alam & Ira Sengupta have
held each other's kids hostage here.
I am talking to you all
from this building right now.
I want to tell you...
Actually, I want to inform you all
that this problem can be resolved
very easily.
No bloodshed required.
A simple request from a poor man.
His boss has to come
and give him back his job.
He has his back against the wall.
He wants the owner of the company,
Anubrata Adhikary
to come & assure him
that he has his job back.
Yes, it would cost Mr Anubrata
30 minutes from his busy schedule.
But two children, a poor man and
a mother will get their lives back.
Is it too much to ask for?
This problem can be solved
very easily.
Mr Anubrata does so much for
the people! Can't he do this much?
This is Guddu. Iqlakh's son.
Guddu has been expelled from
school. His father lost his job too.
Because he spilled water
on someone's shoes.
So... a pair of shoes are worth more
than a pair of lives in our country?
And this... is Mishti.
She is eight.
It's been around 48 hours
since she saw her mother.
Her mother, Ira, is a single mother.
She has no criminal records.
Um... nor does Iqlakh.
None of them are criminals.
Citizens of this country.
Like us.
Just victims of their circumstances.
Anubrata Adhikary, who is standing
for the election next month,
so that he can work for people...
Can he spare 30 minutes?
Justice for Iqlakh Alam!
We want justice!
Justice for Iqlakh Alam!
We want justice!
We want justice!
Justice for Ira Sengupta!
We want justice!
Justice for Ira Sengupta!
We want justice!
Justice for Ira Sengupta!
(sloganeering continues)
What was this?
Due to some unexpected--
-Shove your expectations
up your as!
Do I pay you to take care of me,
or to be useless like this?
Sir.
This could be an opportunity.
-What kind?
-One of them is a Muslim.
-So?
-The other's a single mother.
-Get to the point.
-Sir, if you go there...
-Hmm.
-...you'll be saving
a six year old Hindu child.
A single mother
will get her child back.
And a Muslim will get his job back.
It saves his son too.
What does that imply, sir?
-What?
k*lling four birds with one stone.
One stone, four birds!
Imagine the minority votes
you will earn, sir!
What if they try to sh**t me?
Even better!
-You think this is funny?
-No, sir. Try to understand.
Their team will be there,
our men will be there too.
We will sh**t them before they do!
And in the midst of all that,
you'll become a hero!
-Please...
-I'm serious.
-What if it gets messy?
-Come on, I'll be there.
It's absolutely safe, sir.
-Safe?
-Hmm.
Sir...
-Hmm...
Iqlakh!
Iqlakh... Mr Anubrata
has agreed to come!
He said he'll be here in a bit
& address the press
announcing officially
that you have your job back!
We did it!
You two will be here
with Anubrata & Iqlakh, and
you guys will run
the exclusive live.
I spoke to Ghosh, he's agreed
to help us. So, that's a good thing.
Uh... Listen... They'll have
loads of g*ns pointed at him.
From inside & outside the room.
So, be careful.
And our topmost priority has to be
Mishti & Iqlakh's safety.
Exactly in that order.
Tintin, the entire game
is in your hands today.
Make sure you have Anubrata
& Iqlakh in the same frame.
If at all you have to choose,
choose Iqlakh.
The world must know
that Iqlakh didn't give the police
any reason to sh**t.
Um, don't worry. I'll be
in that room with you all.
In fact, Basu, another colleague
of mine, will be there too. But...
let's just say... I don't really
trust him. So...
Brishti.
-Yes.
Mishti is your responsibility.
You've to guarantee her safety.
Okay?
-Yes.
If anything goes wrong
& I call down
all of you immediately drop to
the floor. Is that clear?
-Yes.
-Hey.
Sorry, I'm a little late
in calling you.
It's alright.
I know you are upset with me.
I was.
Past tense.
Not anymore.
I saw it all.
Proud of you.
Thanks.
The pain?
Nope.
Liar.
Okay, listen. Don't go anywhere
else after you finish work.
Come straight home, okay?
-Yes, sir!
I am waiting for you.
Bye.
-Yeah!
I love you!
-Love you more...
-Alpha team in position!
-Target in sight!
I repeat, target in sight!
-But the footage--
-Hey! What's going on?
-Nothing...
-Delta in position!
Madam, where is the camera?
Won't this be telecast live?
-It's inside.
-Inside?
Sir, I think we better stay here.
You go in. Better for your image...
Don't worry. We have sn*pers
aiming at him. Come.
Sir, please come.
-Wait for the command!
I understand...
I understand your pain.
What happened was not correct.
Anyway, I am here now.
I will make everything right.
-That's what I want.
Camera?
Iqlakh Alam.
Thousands like him, are my brothers.
Family feuds do happen, isn't it?
Doesn't mean you sever the ties.
So...
Give me the cheque.
Not only am I giving Iqlakh his job
back at Diamond Developers,
I also want to hand him
a small cheque of five lakhs.
So that he can start a new life.
I hope--
-I am in the blind!
-Same here! What happened?
Where is my brother?
Iqlakh, what are you doing?
Put that g*n down!
Where is my husband?
Come on, answer!
Your husband?
Iqlakh's brother?
-Where is he?
-I don't know your husband!
What rubbish are you saying?
-Altaf Alam, a newspaper journalist.
Don't you remember his name?
-I'll remind you.
Busy man. You must've forgotten.
The same Altaf who was writing
about your drug business.
The same Altaf...
Your men had caught him, remember?
Ira! Ira...
Listen...
Don't wake her up, okay?
I'm in trouble. I have to leave.
-Huh?
-Be quiet!
-What...
I don't understand...
-Listen. I am in trouble.
-What trouble?
-You've heard of Anubrata Adhikary?
-The politician...
-Actually, a businessman.
Why are you looking out
of the window? What's wrong?
-It's okay! It's okay!
-But what happened?
-I found out about his secret.
An ill*gal business I wasn't
supposed to know about.
I'm in trouble now, what do I do...
-We can go to the police...
-No, we cannot.
-Why?
-You don't know him!
Where are you going
with all that money!?
I've to go underground
for some days. No way out.
It's dangerous for all of us
if I stay at home.
How will you manage alone?
-I have to.
-You can go to the police.
-I can't.
-Use your contacts.
-Won't help.
-Where are you going, tell me?
I'll call you, you don't call.
Please.
Please, just tell me
where you're going?
Why are you doing this...
-I love you...
-I love you...
-He hasn't come home in a year.
-Where is my husband!
-Her husband is your brother? But...
But what?
Why are you surprised, madam?
Can't a slum kid prosper in life
with good education & hard work?
Or can't a Hindu girl fall in love
with a Muslim boy? Which one?
While I spent my time partying,
Bhai studied day & night.
He spent all his time
in the library.
I would get into fights...
and Bhai worked hard to earn money
so he could afford education.
Abbu did not have so much money.
He spent all he had
on Bhai's education.
Bhai got himself a job
at a newspaper house.
He loved his job a lot.
He used to say, chasing the truth
is extremely gratifying.
But you see, I didn't like it that
Abbu was so proud of Bhai.
And then... I got jealous.
So, even though I tried,
I couldn't live with them.
But Bhabi came over that night.
She said Bhai's gone missing.
So, I put my feelings aside
& started looking for my brother.
I disowned my brother intentionally,
but Altaf loved me a lot.
That's what jealousy does.
So, when he went missing, out of
guilt, I tried all I could to find him.
And Bhabhi left no stone unturned.
Looked for him everywhere. But, no!
No one helped!
The moment we mentioned you,
everyone went blind, deaf, mute!
What you said on TV was right,
madam.
What can ordinary people like us
do to help ourselves? Right!
We saw no other way out
so we had to make this plan.
We had to choose this path.
I got fired willingly.
And then the plan followed through.
You know the rest of the story.
-A plan that required all of us
to put our lives at stake,
so that my husband, his brother,
Mishti's father gets justice!
-They were living with my uncle
& aunt. But it was risky.
Besides, the plan couldn't work
without them.
So, we taught them
what to do & why.
It's due of them that we were
able to come this far today.
-Where is my husband!
-sh**t this crazy woman!
-Where is Altaf!?
-Why don't you sh**t the bch!
-I'll ask one last time.
Where is Altaf!?
He is dead! He is dead!
Hey, put the camera away!
He is dead!
Shut it down!
-Don't you hear him? Turn it off!
-He is dead!
He had seen too much! Couldn't let
him live anymore! I shot him!
There is an extensive conspiracy
behind this double kidnapping!
We have shown you the footage
only on our channel.
Our camera has suddenly been
switched off. But, no!
Even then, we're able to see it
on our reporter's Facebook live.
We have that feed. We'll show you
that fresh-hot feed right away!
-He knew too much!
Couldn't let him live!
I did it myself.
Shot at his chest.
You'll never find your brother.
I shot him right on his chest! Yes!
I'm Anubrata Adhikary! I own five
fisheries. With giant catfish in it!
Each weighing 20 kilos! Drop
a body in it, they devour it whole!
-Iqlakh, he is instigating you!
-You won't find your brother!
The fish ate him up!
You won't get him!
Ira! Please! Listen to me!
-Come on, sh**t me!
-If you k*ll him,
your entire plan will be wasted!
sh**t me, come on!
-All the planning,
the risk you took, all to waste!
Ira, if not for yourself... Iqlakh,
at least think about the kids!
Think about Mishti & Guddu!
-Come on, sh**t! Come on...
-Please, Ira, it's a request...
from one mother to another!
Hey, you! k*ll this damn mutt!
k*ll him, Iqlakh!
In the house of cards,
again & again
This is how the winds change
their direction with time
Clearing the gathered mist, again
The sun seeps through
and love prevails
Those that remained unheard
They now find voice
A new dawn will come,
bearing the good news
And there will be light
Truth shall prevail, we have hope
For it is time
With the wheel of time
the good is restored in every era
Truth shall prevail, we have hope
For it is time
With the wheel of time
the good is restored in every era
In the house of cards,
again & again
This is how the winds change
their direction with time
Clearing the gathered mist, again
The sun seeps through
and love prevails
Nascent dreams find a roof
over their heads
Flying through the dark mirage,
the fireflies return home
Never to bow their heads
in compliance ever again
The flute player of Hamelin
has woken them from their sleep
Those that have taken to the streets
for the fight
Cannot be stifled anymore
A new dawn will come
bearing the good news
And there will be light
Truth shall win, we have hope
For it is time
With the wheel of time
the good is restored in every era
Truth shall win, we have hope
For it is time
With the wheel of time
the good is restored in every era
And me?
Third time lucky, I guess!
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