Kumudini Bhavan

Rwick.

Rwick.

Hmm?

Injection.

- Sir. - Were you sleeping?

Of course not, sir.

I've reached. Investigation is on.

I want results.

Or else you'll be a goner.

Got it?

It's a simple case.

This is your chance to save your reputation.

I'm trying, sir.

The investigation has started.

Trying isn't good enough, damn it!

I want results.

Work hard.

"Simple case", huh?

I don't get head or tail of it.

Ridiculous!

Get your head to start working.

Then can you get to the tail

What are you doing here?

Thought you might need my help.

It's a mess. My head's not working.

Quite natural. It has run out of charge.

No incoming. No outgoing.

Damn it!

- Sir. - What?

I have some interesting information.

What?

Please meet me before you leave.

Tell me now.

Please.

- Hey-- - Sir.

Shouldn't we begin the interrogation?

- Send them in. - Okay, sir.

KUMUDINI BHAVAN

Poulami Saha.

Ranjita Mukherjee.

Chitra Naskar.

Stella Gomes.

Neha Chowdhury.

Monalisa Saha.

There is a tradition in our hostel.

Each of us cook something

- for the birthday girl. - Hmm.

We did it for Durba's birthday too.

What did you make?

Brownies.

Pasta.

Spanish omelette.

Fried bread and lentil soup.

Chicken with poppy seeds.

Potato curry.

Soup.

- What soup? - Chicken soup.

Durba cared for everyone.

She looked after me when I'd broken my arm.

She would lend us money when we were broke.

Durba loved the kids in the nearby slum.

- Can't believe someone would harm her. - Hmm.

She gifted me a saree for the Durga Festival.

I suspect Janhabi, sir.

They had issues.

Issues?

Everyone was waiting. So, I went up to call Durba.

That's when I heard Durba and Janhabi arguing.

Do something.

Play around for some time. Then break up.

Or...

we can share the treat.

You have it good here. But you're inviting trouble.

You want me to tell everything to Mrs. Mitra?

Want to go to jail?

You are a criminal. Hope you know that.

Emotional blackmail was fine.

But now you're blackmailing me for real.

Stop threatening me.

If I do the same, will you be able to handle it?

- Then Ranjita called Durba. - Durba, come down!

So, I went downstairs.

Durba and Janhabi were roommates.

But they often fought.

Janhabi should be in jail.

- Hmm. - Apparently, she committed a crime.

And Durba knew about it.

Are you sure Durba called Janhabi a criminal?

Yes.

I was passing by...

...their room.

They were quarrelling.

- It was late. - Why are you doing this?

- How do you care? - What?

- What if the police find out? - How will they?

- Go to sleep. - I'll tell Mrs. Mitra.

I can't share a room with a criminal.

Durba and Rwick were in a relationship.

It hadn't been long, though.

Durba had a crush on Rwick...

...for a long time.

But Mrs. Mitra didn't want Rwick getting too close to any of us.

It was Durba who proposed to him.

They'd secretly meet on the terrace.

And Piku would keep watch.

The other day...

...something was wrong between Durba and Rwick.

They'd had a fight.

Durba was upset with Rwick for some reason.

Why were they fighting?

Piku couldn't hear what it was about.

And I didn't get the chance to ask Durba.

As far as I know

Rwick was in a relationship with Janhabi.

Oh my!

And they say he's ill.

Huh!

Rwick.

Oh no!

Why are you destroying the painting?

Wait! Stop!

It's a beautiful painting. Why are you destroying it?

Hey!

Calm down.

I'll keep it somewhere safe.

- Don't destroy it. - Let it be.

- I'll keep it safely. - Let it be!

O-Okay.

What's wrong?

Feeling sick?

Should I call your grandma?

- What happened? - Leave me alone.

Go away.

Okay.

Fine.

Yes, I made noodles for her.

But it wasn't poisoned.

Even I had it.

We did have a fight.

But that doesn't mean I killed her.

We were roommates for two years.

- We even shared underwear. - Huh?

Hey.

Stop shouting these things out.

And you stop talking crap.

- Hey! - Hey...

Don't get agitated.

Sit down.

Calm down.

Manisha is very short-tempered.

Don't know what she'll do if you make her mad.

- Chitra. - Hmm?

Umm...

Here's the rent.

Let me serve tea. Then I'll take it.

Give it to me. I'll serve it.

Did they call you too?

Yes, they called me.

Don't know why.

What did they ask you?

Why do you care?

- Take the receipt. - Sure.

Tell me.

What did you fight about?

Why did Durba want to send you to jail?

- Tea. - Oh.

- From Mrs. Mitra. - Great!

You can go.

Go.

Hmm.

Did Durba find out something

that made her think you're a criminal?

Speak up. Or you'll be in trouble.

I was...

into drugs.

- Oh! - Oh!

Needn't have mentioned it. You look the type.