Mr. Kolketa

Just saw him this morning...

-I don't get it. -What are you doing here?

Huh?

-Saw you at Bishu's shop this morning. -Run!

S**t! S**t! S**t!

Bishu!

Where's Potai?

-Murder! -Potai!

-Potai? -Murder!

-Murder! -Uncle.

-Where are you? -Down here.

-Where? -Come down.

Yeah.

Uncle.

It's a tunnel.

-What an adventure! -Hmm.

Quiet.

But who set it up like this?

Maybe someone knew about the tunnel.

They made up the riddle and left clues.

Let's check it out.

Uncle.

-It's so dark. -Watch your step.

I...

I don't think we should go any farther.

Something is really fishy.

-What do you think? -Wow!

It's addictive!

-Uncle. -Huh?

Goddess Manasa.

Where?

There.

Oh!

Raja Ram Mohan Roy.

Prince Albert.

And " will return" on the corpse's forehead.

How are they related?

-How did this happen? -None of us were here.

-Were you the first to see the body? -Yes, sir.

Hurry up.

-The police are here. -Careful, Potai.

We'll deal with them later.

Be careful.

Stop!

-Get in. -That's Jimut uncle.

What are you doing here, uncle?

I was here for a meeting.

Heard someone's been murdered in the bazaar.

-What are you doing here? -I'll explain on the way.

Thank God you came at the right time!

Uh...

This is Jimut uncle. He's a family friend.

And I told you about them.

Kolke and his nephew, Potai.

I've spoken to the Police Commissioner.

You won't get into trouble.

Still, if the police ask you anything

tell them you took a shortcut through the bazaar.

And you were scared when you saw the body.

But uncle, I wasn't alone.

All three of us were there.

-Oh! Right. -Hmm.

Okay, I'll take care of it.

Isn't your dad's court hearing day after tomorrow?

-It's tomorrow. -Oh! Sorry.

I desperately hope Dad gets bail.

I hope so too.

He should get bail.

But the stolen item

is a national heritage.

There's a murder charge too.

People in general are very agitated.

You must've seen it on social media.

No, I'm staying off social media.

I can't take it.

Fair enough.

I spoke to a few lawyers.

They said...

it would be good for him if we found the original muslin.

But carry on with what you're doing.

Have we reached your house?

We're almost there. Up ahead on the left.

Take left.

That's it. Pull over here.

-Get off. -Hey! Where are you going?

-No-- -I'll drop you.

Yes, he'll drop you home.

No... Okay.

Sit back down.

Bye.

-Thank you so much, uncle. -Welcome.

Go straight.

Raja Ram Mohan Roy.

Prince Albert.

And "will return" on the corpse's forehead.

How are they connected?

I don't know. Can't figure it out.

Is that so?

You'll figure it out soon.

It will be good for you if you tell me once you do.

I can save you from police harassment.

Tell me where to drop you.

-Up ahead. -Go straight.

That's it.

Stop.

-Let's go. -Come on.

One more thing...

Be a sport.

Don't tell Jhelum about our deal.

Hmm. Come on.

Thank you.

Welcome.

-Ram. -Yes, ma'am.

Sudipa.

Why didn't Dad get bail?

Our defense was too weak.

-But you said-- -Look, Jhelum.

The prosecution presented substantial evidence.

Did you find the original muslin?

We're trying our best.

But you didn't even mention that the stolen garment is fake.

It doesn't negate the theft.

And the murder charge?

I'll get them to drop it. I hope.

But you must find the original muslin.

If we want to get your dad out of jail

we have to create public sympathy.

Ma'am, it's time for the meeting.

Yeah.

Okay, bye.

Find the original muslin.

But Sudipa...

Dad's been in jail for a long time.

You assured me he would get bail today.

Start the car.

Sudipa.

Hey.

Didn't he get bail?

Oh no!

Sudipa had assured me.

Could you crack the next clue?

I will.

I'm stuck at "will return".

But I'll crack it.

Don't worry.

We'll find the original muslin.

Want to have some tea?

-Sure. -Let's go.

AMARENDRA SEN IS THE CULPRIT UPROOTED WEAVER KILLS HIMSELF

"Amarendra Sen is the culprit".

"Uprooted Weaver Kills Himself.

The hawker eviction in Shyambazar

has cost the lives of many weavers in Shantipur.

A poor weaver from Shantipur, Gopal Basak...

killed himself at home yesterday."

It's a 10-year-old newspaper.

I remember.

It happened in Hatibagan.

A lot of hawkers

killed themselves.

But how is your dad related to it?

Jhelum, I suddenly remembered something.

Amarendra had told me back then

the hawkers weren't granted compensation or rehabilitation.

He was really worried about the hawkers' suicide cases.

For a long time.

-Why? -I don't know.

He'd gone to Shantipur

to survey an old temple at the time.

He was there for a couple of months.

He made friends with a weaver there.

Who?

I'm not sure.

Jhelum was quite small, so I didn't go along with him.

But he had told me something.

"We have to pay for our sins

in this life itself."

I'm sure Dad is related to this.

Hmm.

Should I show this to Jimut uncle?

Okay.

Do you need to tell him everything?

Why not?

Jimut uncle is very close to us.

He's a family friend.

A friend, philosopher and guide.

In fact, he got dad the job in the museum.

Oh!

Why? Is something wrong?

No. Go ahead.

Rubbish!

You're worried for no reason.

No need to worry. Have one more.

Have you given your police statement about Bishu?

Yes, I have.

And Kolke is looking for the muslin.

Did Mr. Kolketa find anything?

He's trying his best.

-Let's see. -Hmm.

Tell me one thing.