Mr. Kolketa

BASAK LOOMS MP JIMUT BASAK

I showed the paper cut out to Dad.

Seemed like...

He avoided the topic.

You're overthinking.

I've spoken to the local police.

Show me the cloth.

Uncle, about Gomes...

Hmm. I've told the Police Commissioner.

Tell me something.

You found this in the municipal office, right?

On whose table?

Kolke Dutta.

Right.

Some stranger left it for him...

Why?

I have no clue, uncle.

I'm going to leave no stone unturned but...

If you know someone at the Archaeological Survey of India...

Hmm. I'll look into it.

You keep trying too.

We have to save Amarendra at any cost.

-I'll get going. Thank you. -Stay for lunch.

-Some other day. -Okay.

Why are you late?

I've got an update, sir.

Go on.

His father went missing many years ago.

It had something to do with Kolkata's history.

That means...

Like father, like son.

Such people are very dangerous.

We have to deal with him carefully.

Someone wants to save both their fathers with the same riddle.

But who?

Find out.

You know what to do when you get the tunnel's location.

Our men are on it, sir.

"Where the Munshi

first immersed the idol.

When Chand Sadagar began the worship ritual."

-Uncle. -Hmm?

-Will you go to meet the MP? -Of course, not.

-Why? -That Jimut Basak...

He's a bigger telltale than Chakladar.

I bunked office for the museum and he ratted me out to Brother.

What a jobless MP!

-I won't vote when I grow up. -Stop bugging me!

-I won't either-- -I said I can't do it!

No! I can't do it!

-I don't have time today! -Please, priest.

-Take position! Take position! -I'll pay you extra.

-What happened? -Look at that.

-It's the priest. -Oh!

I have a lot of prayer rituals lined up.

-Let me go! -I promise I'll pay you extra.

-Please don't turn me down. -Let go of me!

-Stop it. -I'll pay you extra.

-Hey, here you are. Come on. -What the hell!

-Come with me fast. -What's wrong with you?

You're the best priest in Bagbazar. You're in huge demand.

-Prayers at my dad's press. -That's first!

-Chuglidar and his snitching. -Ends at last!

-Please let me go! -You have to come with us.

Hey, Kolke.

Don't you dare make fun of my surname, okay?

-Okay. -Priest...

Come to my nephew's factory first thing tomorrow morning.

It's a Chakladar family tradition.

Our idol is immersed first.

-Oh! -Huh!

Last when it comes to donation.

But first when it comes to immersion?

Thinks he's Nabamunshi!

Jerk!

Tell me something.

How is Chuglidar related to the first immersion?

Why did you call him "Nabamunshi"?

Are you serious?

Doesn't Kallol's son know this much?

Shame on you!

Stop, stop, stop.

Here you go.

Hello, ma'am.

I was headed to your place.

Don't you recognise me?

Ma'am.

Can't you recognise me?

Jhelum, wait.

Ma'am!

Jhelum!

Why are you following me?

What do you want from me?

I'm a government employee.

Keep it down or I'll get into trouble.

I got you offering from a prayer ceremony.

Why? I'm not your friend or relative.

-Shouldn't say no to offering. -Give it to other people.

Not enough for everyone. Please listen.

Your mutation issue is solved.

We'll talk in the municipal office.

Hear me out.

This is my field of interest. So, it's imprinted in my mind.

I've always been...

I know where the muslin is.

Why are you poking your nose into my personal matter?

Whose matter is it? Yours or mine?

We don't know that yet.

I heard about your dad.

Very unfortunate.

What if you stole it and are fooling me now?

I'm not that jobless.

Trust me, this is serious.

Then I'll take it up with the authorities.

They won't speak to you just like that.

If I'm bluffing, you can cuss at me.

And I'll leave. I won't mind.

Let's go.

Come on. And have this.

It's delicious.

Believe me. It's for your own good.

Damn you, Jimut Basak!

You have stolen the garment.

It was very well-planned.

You're a mastermind, Jimut.

Mr. Anderson, if I wished, I could've done this way back.

You shouldn't have gotten into direct deals...

...with these imposters.

I could've done it easily for you.

Thank God you paid just $100, 000 for that fake muslin.

Gomes knew it.

I told him.

I don't trust you.

You cheated me last time.

How do you know that muslin is fake?

Really?

Check your mail.

Oh my God!

-Got it? -Yes.

This is from the British classified file.

My goodness!

-Is this real? -Listen to me.

Go through this thoroughly and get back to me.

I can get you the original muslin.

One million dollars.

That can be fixed later.

First, the garment has to be original.

I can get it verified by experts.

Trust me.

I'll keep you posted.

Bye.

Want some?

It's special salt.

Put some on your tongue.

The moment you taste it, your words become electric!

-Here, have some. -No.

Why did you get involved all of a sudden?

For my dad.

What?

"In the pages of history burns the scavenger.

Find the answer to save a father in danger."

Both of us are fighting for our fathers.

Let's see whose father is saved by the end of it.

Why? What happened to your dad?

My dad got involved in a mystery related to Kolkata's history.

And went missing.

It's been a long time.

Where are we going?

"Where the Munshi first immersed the idol.

When Chand Sadagar began the worship ritual."

Have you heard of Siraj-ud-Daulah?

I'm doing my Master's in Archaeology.

Is it? Then you'll get it.

When Siraj was at war with the British

many Bengalis supported them against Siraj.

One of them was Lord Clive's "munshi" or interpreter.