Eken Babu Tungkulung

Stop! Stop!

EKEN IN TUNGKULUNG

Sir.

We've been waiting for over half an hour.

When will ma'am come?

I don't know.

We are very busy. You have to wait.

Is this a bloody joke?

Postmortem is still pending. Where's the doctor, Madhu?

- Ma'am-- - What is it?

Who are you? What's going on?

We found Shyamsundar Rana's body and informed the police.

Go home.

- I am Ekendra Sen. - Don't care.

Name dropping won't help. "Ekendra Sen"!

Record their statements and send them home.

I told you I have a headache.

- Start talking. - Constantly blabbering.

He's a detective with Kolkata Police Headquarters.

Shyamsundar Rana asked him to investigate his murder.

"What's sepoy name? Ho!"

Trying to act smart with me?

Do I look like a sepoy to you?

I didn't say that. I just asked your name.

Nitya Kali Samaddar.

Now wait your turn!

- Sir... - Sepoy! Huh!

Come away.

Why are you trying to speak the local language?

Can't anyone get me some balm?

- Thought it will be easier to follow. - Sit down.

Give me the damn balm!

- Yes, ma'am. - What rubbish were you saying?

- It's not-- - What's taking so long?

- Found it, ma'am. - Get it!

- There's no "sepoy" in it. - Oh.

Here.

Get lost.

Yes, sir.

Okay, sir.

Won't be a problem, sir. I'll take care of it.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Okay.

Madhu.

Yes, ma'am?

Arrange for snacks and coffee.

- Quickly. - Yes, ma'am.

Please come, Loken Babu.

- Have a seat. - It's Eken Babu.

Right. Please come.

How will I know unless you tell me the full story?

But my bad.

Govind! Turn up the fan.

There was no need to call my boss.

Please sit, sir.

Welcome.

Tell me, sir.

What are your observations?

Shyamsundar Rana came to meet me at my resort last night.

Okay.

He was afraid someone will kill him.

No way, sir!

He was hit by a train.

The postmortem report will be in soon and it'll confirm everything.

There he is.

Please come, Binoy.

Show me the text message.

Here, ma'am.

There. Told you it's suicide.

He sent a text.

This is Binoy Pradhan.

Lives in Shyamsundar Rana's house.

Is your family "wail"?

What do you mean?

Not in the local language.

I mean, hope your family is well.

Let me see the text.

Here.

Hello?

Yes.

I'll be right there.

Sir, something urgent has come up.

Let me know when you're done. I'll pick you up.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Thank you, ma'am. - Hmm.

Ma'am.

The food is here, sir.

Please have some snacks, sir.

Have you checked if the text was sent from the victim's phone?

He received the text at 7:15 a.m.

The Kanchanbarna Express arrived at 7:30 a.m.

That's what killed him.

And you found his body at nine a.m.

Nothing else to it.

Carom seeds in it.

Excuse me, sir?

Are you...

Shyama... Rana Pratap...

- Shyamsundar Rana. - Shyamsundar Rana.

Are you his son?

No but I was like a son to him.

What do you mean?

When I was 18 years old

he had taken me in from Tungkulung Monastery.

I used to call him Uncle.

Oh.

Anything off about his behaviour?

Anything fishy?

Did he seem suicidal?

No, never.

But last night, my servant, Dhani, called him for dinner.

Even my wife, Debjani called him.

He said he won't eat.

Then shut his door.

I see, he apologised.

What time did it happen?

Around 10:15 p.m.

- Weren't you "here"? - There.

Weren't you there?

Weren't you there?

No, I had gone for a movie.

Came home late.

I see.

Ekeswar Sen.

Kolkata Police.

Ekendra Sen.

Right.

Your uncle visited us at our hotel last night.

He asked Eken Babu to solve the case if he gets murdered.

Is it murder?

Certainly not suicide.

A train is not made of twigs.

If a train hits someone lying on the tracks

he will be crushed.

But there's no injury on the rest of his body.

There is, sir.

On his left foot.

But we don't know if the train hit caused it.

Hmm.

Okay, Ms. Swargdar.

- Samaddar, sir. - Oh! Sorry.

Samaddar.

Samaddar.

Okay, Ms. Samaddar.

- Al-Qaeda. - Sorry?

Oh! "Alvida". It means goodbye.

Tell me something.

If this is a murder...

who sent me the text?

That is the question.

Have you found the victim's phone?

Yes, by the railway tracks.

We've sent it to Forensic for data retrieval.

Oh.

Very good.

Okay.

We're done for now.

Let's wait for the updates, Miss...

Samaddar, sir.

Samaddar.

Yes, it's right here.

Got it.

Stop trying to speak Nepalese.

Your Hindi is bad enough.

You take no initiative.

You know how many languages my uncle knew?

- How many? - Nineteen.

But didn't speak any of them.

Why?

- He'd vowed silence for life. - Rubbish!

Can we get back to the case?

So, Shyamsundar Rana didn't send the text.

Maybe he did.

Or someone else might have sent it from his phone.

Let's ask if Bacchu can take us to Satish Mitra's house.

Come on.

Listen.

Someone called Ekendra is here.

Detective.

He claims that Uncle told him he might get murdered.

And in that case, he should investigative it.

Why did Mr. Rana suddenly end his life?

Exactly.

Sad.

Very sad.

So, how can I help you?

Aren't you...

Ekendra Sen?

Yes, sir.

Felicitated at the monastery?

Yes, sir.

You're into modern poetry?

I only know a few.

Once upon a night, the moon shone bright

Today, there is no light

Alas! What a sight! Alas! What a sight!

He's not a poet.

No, I'm not a poet.

My uncle was a poet.