Mr. Kolketa

He asked us to come today. But as usual, he's not here.

Excuse me.

Is Kalakal Dutta...

It's Kalakallol Dutta.

I know the name is confusing.

So, everyone calls him Kolke.

Where is he? Bunking work?

Please let me enter.

I'm letting you enter the museum's special room.

This won't be enough.

Right.

Here you go.

Come in.

Hey! That way.

Go up.

Third floor corridor, on the left.

Don't know what to say, ma'am. It's--

Where is he? When will he return?

-Uh-- -Only Kolke knows that.

You see, my toilet has become an issue.

Is Kolke a doctor too?

No, no. I didn't mean that...

-I have a problem-- -Whatever. Move.

My goodness!

I'll set him straight today.

That won't be easy.

Kolke is like God.

-Oh really? -Yes.

He's invisible.

I'm always told he's busy.

What is he so busy with?

That's a mystery.

Just look at it.

True artist!

Created magic even on artificial muslin.

Is it very expensive, Uncle?

Very expensive.

Kings used to wear it.

Must be worth a few crores now.

If the fake one is so beautiful

the original must be even better.

Hmm.

How did you know about it?

From a magazine. "Kallollini's Secret Tunnel".

Someone left it in our printing press for publishing.

Written by Tanaporener Pyacha.

It blew my mind!

I didn't bribe the guard for nothing.

-You know what I think? -What?

The British brainwashed the Viceroy of Bengal with gifts.

But why artificial muslin?

To save our country.

The East India Company

wanted rights to collect taxes in Sutanuti, Calcutta and Gabindapur.

So, they gifted a muslin garment to Bengal's viceroy, Azim-ush-Shan.

But Birupaksha realised that the British intended to loot us.

So, he kept the real muslin and created a replica.

Four decades later, when Maratha raiders invaded the city

he built a tunnel to escape to Farasdanga or modern-day Chandannagar.

Built a tunnel in such a short time?

No, no.

It was already being built to protect the city from the raiders.

The Maratha Ditch.

Birupaksha pitched in when it was being built.

-(indistinct chatter) -Hide!

This way, please.

Come in.

Hmm.

Wow!

This is the exquisite garment.

It's a piece of art.

-Yeah. -Which bought the British...

...their future capital.

We don't display it in public.

Was this the price of Calcutta, Mr. Sen?

In financial terms.

But to me...

it is a piece of magic.

Hmm.

It's by an unknown Bengali weaver in the 17th-century.

He's not unknown, sir.

Huh?

Come out, Uncle.

Now you've done it!

His name was Birupaksha.

What's going on?

Who are you?

How did you get in?

Security!

-Don't worry. -Security!

I want to know the mutation status of my flat.

Right now.

-Mutation? -Yes.

Kolke looks into it.

But he's not here. Tell me what I should do.

He's on leave.

-Give me his number. -No. Can't do that.

Then what am I supposed to do? I don't have all day.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Come back next Monday.

This is what Kolke would tell you.

I'll be here too.

Do you have a car?

Will you go via Beadon Street?

How did they get in?

I don't know, sir.

Bikash, inform the police.

We're not thieves, sir.

He's my nephew.

He's really interested in the history of Kolkata.

-It won't happen again. -Sorry, sir.

Hello, Dad.

-I'll talk to you later, Jhelum. -No, it's urgent.

I want to report someone in the municipal office.

I'm busy, Jhelum.

-They kept me waiting-- -Bye.

I won't tolerate security negligence.

Bikash. Get them out of here.

-Please leave. -Let's go.

Don't you dare touch my uncle!

Or I'll tell everyone that the muslin is fake.

It's okay. Come on.

So, Assistant Curator.

What's the cost price of the cost price of Calcutta?

Not for sale.

Mr. Gomes.

It's our heritage.

Let's move.

Time's up for your special permission.

-I see. -Please.

Let's go.

Why not complain to Jimut Basak directly?

-You're right. -This is harassment.

-Ma'am. -Hmm.

Jimut Basak?

-Do you know him? -He's a family friend.

Can I get Kolke's number now?

Of course.

Should've told me earlier.

Would've saved you the harassment.

Just a minute.

Kolke... Here you go.

It's 9-3...

He's never at office. Not a single day.

Does it look like I come here to chitchat?

Calm down and call him.

Who's this?

Who's this?

Hello, Kolke. I'm Jhelum Sen.

I want an update on the mutation status of my flat.

Mutation?

I'm on leave. Come to my office tomorrow.

I'm at your office now--

Nonsense!

Hello?

He just hung up on me.

How dare he?

Does he think I called him to chat?

-Let's go. -I'll teach him a lesson!

Jhelum Sen?

Suchitra Sen?

Crazy person!

Taxi!

-Kumortuli? -Get in.

Let's go.

KALLOLLINI'S SECRET TUNNEL

KALLOLLINI'S SECRET TUNNEL

-This is a problem. -What?

Magazine office, writer, publisher... All aliases.

Wish I could speak to the author.

-Uncle. -Hmm?

You left the magazine in the museum.

-Won't it be a problem? -It's for the best.

Might urge the authorities to do something about it.

-Uncle. -Hmm?

Why such a strange name?

-Tanaporener Pyacha. -It's a pseudonym.

Copied from the pseudonym Hootum Pyacha.

Inspired by it.

Right, inspired.

Kolkata is full of mysteries, Potai.

Many people like Birupaksha are lost in these mysteries...

Dad.

DUTTA RESIDENCE