Karagar

Why are you quiet? Start talking, rascal!

What do you think?

I think the forehead matches.

The nose too.

Kind of.

His nose and forehead are similar to yours too.

Should I beat you all up?

Get your eyes checked.

-Khayer. -Sir.

Click his photo.

-Phones are not allowed in jail-- -Oh!

You're a stickler for rules and regulations, huh?

I beat the hell out of him for two hours.

He hasn't even uttered a sound, let alone talk.

-Are you sure he's human? -Yes, sir.

Yes. Flesh and blood.

And his feet are straight too.

Then how did he get in? Huh?

Did you use shock therapy?

Beating won't work. Use shock therapy.

Grab him by the balls and shove things up his a**.

He has to talk. He better talk.

Khayer.

Sir, he's calling you.

-Who? -The jailer.

Hey.

Take him away before he dies.

Sir.

Trust me, I have no idea about this.

ABUL KHAYER

I swear on my son.

I want a list of all the visitors who were here today.

From vendors to guards, to the dogs that have entered...

-I want a complete list. -Yes, sir.

Ask all the guards and prisoners in the Matrichaya block.

-And check the CCTV footage. -Sir.

What about the leaked footage of the woman?

-Did you find out who did it? -No, sir.

Actually, I didn't get time.

-Was caught up with all this... -Find out.

And get his fingerprints.

Fingerprints?

Will it be right to involve the police?

The media is already after us.

Please don't use your brains.

My pressure shoots up when you start thinking.

Do as I say. Please.

Okay, sir.

If this news gets leaked we'll all be screwed.

Sir.

What to do about him? We don't have any empty cell.

Can't keep him with the other inmates.

Find a way.

Where are you?

In the gym.

Can you come by?

Won't you come to the club?

No. You come here.

What now?

I'll tell you when you're here.

Call me when you're at the gate.

Okay.

Hey! What are you waiting for?

Go!

-Where are you going? -He asked me to get some poop.

-He'll force it down his throat. -Rubbish!

No need for all that.

We need it, sir.

I'm sure the f**ker is faking it.

He'll start talking soon.

No need. Take his fingerprints.

We'll know everything about him by morning.

Where do we keep him, sir?

Cell 145.

And get a new lock for the cell.

Okay, sir.

Do you know him? Is he one of you?

Don't recognise him.

Why are you angry?

How can I remember everyone?

Who's this guy?

Don't step out of your cell until I say so.

Okay.

And I've run out of cigarettes.

Send me some.

Were you saying something?

Gulzar.

Gulzar.

Do you know him?

No.

I thought he's your guy.

Huh!

You think it was my plan to stir up trouble?

Sir.

Many people are going in and out of the prison quarters every day.

Let me out for a while too.

-Don't worry about the money-- -Stop it.

My job is already hanging by a thread.

And the ones who are going in and out

are not convicted criminals like you.

You've got a soft bed.

Be grateful and go to sleep.

Check the criminal records and see if you find a match.

Who is this?

I wouldn't have asked you if I knew.

Find out.

When will you get back to me?

-By tomorrow evening. -It's urgent.

Is Sajib alright?

I'll let you know by morning.

CELL 145 PART 1

Careful not to let the cake fall apart.

Take it out of the fridge when it's completely chilled.

Then slowly remove the butter paper.

Look, it's perfectly baked.

Now, let's start with the frosting.

Let me show--

I'm on way.

Is he asleep?