Kaiser

Come here.

I'm going to propose the business idea to Barrister.

Which idea?

Hey, are you on heroin again?

No.

-My friend sent this from the UK. -Oh.

He has sent five of them. I have the rest.

You know what this is called?

Exit bag.

-He ordered it from the dark web. -Oh.

People abroad use it to enable a painless death.

You've never given anyone a painful death. Isn't it?

-Tell me what you'll do with it-- -Listen...

There is helium in it.

If we replace it with nitrous oxide, it'll give you an amazing high.

-Wait, let me show you. -Okay.

Let me show you.

-Do I have to wear it? -Yes!

Now I'll turn on the gas.

And in a few minutes... farewell, my friend.

-Stop fooling around. -Hang on.

My neck hurts, Niloy.

It'll hurt a little.

I don't want to know how it works.

Hold on.

Niloy, get your hands off me.

I asked you to get your hands off me.

Come on, babe.

Tell me if you want to break up but don't assault me!

Sorry, babe. I was just messing around.

Sit. Sorry, sorry.

-You hurt me. -Sorry.

I'm going to sell them to the rich kids.

-Guess what I'm going to call it. -What?

BD. "Brat's Dandy".

-Saba, I'll get going. -Hmm.

-Are you leaving? -Yes.

I dropped her home from university.

Does it take four hours to drop her off?

We were talking about something.

-What's this? -It's an exit bag.

We were discussing a business theory about this.

From conspiracy theory to business theory. Great!

Now all of us can brainstorm over your business theory.

-Why don't you stay over tonight? -No, let it be.

You have classes tomorrow. Bye.

I didn't actually invite you to stay over.

I said it sarcastically.

I get it.

I don't think you do.

Did you have to take both tuition classes today?

Do you have to teach the student in Dhanmondi?

They never pay the salary on time. And the student is terrible.

Why are you ruining your reputation just for a few bucks?

I want to lead a normal life.

-I want to make myself useful. -I know.

And you're hanging out with this junkie Niloy all day.

You're dating him, aren't you?

Where did that come from?

Once you start dating, that's that.

I agree Niloy is a junkie.

I was addicted to cocaine too.

That means even I'm a junkie.

At least, he's sensible enough to not ask me to take drugs.

Now you're defending Niloy?

You're attacking him unnecessarily.

He's not my boyfriend.

I'm also trying to make things normal.

I've joined GRE classes.

My exams are in two months.

That's why I came home late today.

You didn't tell me earlier.

Believe me.

I'm going to apply to universities this fall.

And you already have everything set in USA.

You've taken such a huge decision.

But you didn't tell me anything.

Anyway, I'll let my friend in Mississippi know.

Don't freak out so much over Niloy.

He likes me and I can see that.

Let him like me for a few more months

we won't have to deal with people like Abed and Bachchu.

The other day...

you checked their death certificates in my room.

Joya's cause of death must be written on it.

But the post-mortem report says

Joya's cause of death is unclear.

Why would the death certificate have the wrong information?

It's not wrong information, sir.

According to the lab reports...

Joya died due to cardiorespiratory failure.

But this can't be the cause of death.

Anyone can die of cardiac and respiratory failure.

The reason behind the failure is the cause of death.

Let me make things easier.

Ayub Bachchu, the great singer.

He became famous for his great songs.

Not because of his silver guitar.

Silver guitar, as in, "Rupali Guitar"? It's one of his most popular songs.

-"Rupali Guitar"? -Yes.

-Song? -Yes.

No, it's not about the song.

I'm talking about the guitar he used to play.

-Are you really stressed, Kaiser? -Why?

-Are you okay? -Yes.

What are you saying?

Oh.

I've messed up the metaphors.

When I was listening about it-- I mean, thinking about it...

then everything made sense.

Sorry, sir. What I mean to say is...

we didn't find any exit bag or gas cylinder in the victims' flat.

But they found helium in Joya's lungs. How?

That means the killer

removed the exit bag and gas cylinder after the murder.

The exit bag is a potent weapon.

If it's used to kill someone, it doesn't leave any evidence.

So if it was used to murder Joya

why would someone slit her throat after that?

I don't have any issues with your observation.

But why are you taking all the trouble?

We already have a suspect on remand.

It's not a special week just meant for double-murder convicts.

Just because we arrested Bachchu

doesn't mean we can't have new suspects and new angles in the case.

You were the one who arrested Bachchu.

And that's what I wanted.

And you fulfilled your responsibility perfectly.

Officially, this case is under the CIS.

Still, I'll say this from my observations.

The killer made abstract art with the victims' blood.

And Bachchu is not that kind of a killer.

-Mojid. -Sir.

CIS will send an officer today

to transfer all the evidence of this case.

Okay.

-Hand it over to them. -Okay.

-Kaiser. -Yes?

Your daughter is under police protection.

Please don't take other people's headache.

And don't give me yours.

Okay, sir.

Hi, Niloy.

Sorry, I totally forgot.

Joya and I have already come home.

Oh, it's okay.

Really sorry. Hey, how about you come over?

I'll try. Bye.

Niloy, just got done with my class.

Oh! How long are you going to be there?

I'm here for a while. Are you coming here?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Okay.

Hello.

What's wrong, babe? Aren't you sleepy?

No.

Why? Still hung over on our Chittagong trip?

That day you said your favourite writers died in their 40s.

Hmm.

Which writers were you talking about?

What's the point?

You didn't bother to ask that day.

Come on, tell me.

Which writers, hmm...

Oh! Edgar Allan Poe, George Orwell, Kafka, Manik Bandopadhyay...

They all died in their 40s.

Even I...

want to die in my 40s.

Why?

So that people remember you?

Maybe.

Okay.

If you want to die in your 40s, go ahead.

I'm not going to remember you from tomorrow.

Hey, there, darling.

Feed this baby too.

Gross!

-When did you return from Chittagong? -Hmm?

Just two days ago.

Carry on with what you were doing.

I was just joking.

You know my jokes. Right?

-Disgusting! -Okay, feed him. Let me see.

Eat up. But be careful.

Or else they might just complain about you to Abed too.

Bye.

-Didn't you get the serial number? -Yes, I did.

Can't you track the location using the serial number?

-This isn't a normal mobile phone. -Oh.

I can trace the location if the device is connected to WiFi.

I see.

So if the suspect connects his mobile to WiFi

I can trace the location from the MAC address.

Then I'll let you know.

Okay, let me know.

I have to get going now.

Here's Joya's laptop.

Try to retrieve the deleted files from it.

Okay.

Your birthday gift is in the bag. Retrieve that too.