Mr. Kolketa

"Valuable Muslin Garment Stolen from Museum.

An expensive muslin garment has been stolen from the museum.

CCTV footage has revealed..."

-What a shame! -"...Assistant Curator, Amarendra Sen

took the piece of muslin without informing the authorities."

"That morning, a man involved in the smuggling racket

had visited the museum with Amarendra Sen."

-Disgusting! -"As per reports..."

"The police suspect the thief was caught red-handed

by Bikash, the guard.

He tried to stop him.

That's why Amarendra Sen...

killed Bikash.

Amarendra Sen has been arrested."

He ended up getting caught himself.

The riches of our country

are being stolen and we're sitting idle.

We're doing nothing about it.

-Kolke. -Hmm?

No Vishwakarma festival at your press this year?

Don't worry. You'll get an invitation.

The press meant the world to your dad.

Oh!

Your sister-in-law used to make the offering.

Poor kid lost his mom at such a young age.

Listen.

-I'm Potai's mom. -Huh?

Brother has left him in my care.

Got it? Chuglidar the telltale!

It's Chakladar.

Don't you dare make fun of my surname.

-Let's go. -Come on.

-Put it on my tab. -I know.

Hey! Chuglidar!

Rascal!

Dad.

What did your mom say?

I didn't steal anything. I didn't kill anyone.

I know, Dad. But...

How did Bikash get the muslin from your room?

I don't know.

I don't know anything.

He'd joined recently.

-Seemed like an honest guy. -Hmm.

I'll ask Jimut uncle to look into it.

No.

It will ruin his reputation.

He's already done a lot for me.

But Dad, this is a huge crisis.

Anyway.

Sudipa is going to fight your case.

-Sudipa Sarkar? -Hmm.

Charges Rs. 50,000 per hearing.

Where will you get so much money?

I'll sell the flat once the mutation is done.

The flat means a lot to your mom.

We'll buy one again.

I'm here for you.

Please take care.

I've to go to the municipal office. Bye.

Visiting time is up.

Jhelum...

Bye.

Bye.

-Jhelum Sen is here. -Jhelum.

What did your father have against Bikash?

Tell us! Answer the question!

Amarendra killed Bikash and stole a priceless piece of muslin.

Why are you quiet? Speak up!

Has he been taken to the High Court?

Let's go, Jhelum.

Excuse me.

-Let us through. -You can't keep quiet.

-Come, Jhelum. -(indistinct chatter)

I'll give it.

Give him the file.

Yes.

Who knows if he'll show up today.

He probably will, but he'll be late.

-Bought this papaya for my brother. -Nice.

-He's still constipated. -Poor guy!

Yes?

Can I get an update on the mutation status of my file?

What file?

What's your case?

Mutation.

Jhelum Sen.

Jhelum Sen!

Your name won't get you special treatment.

Just the name won't do.

-Tell me your mutation file number. -Sure.

Is it not working?

No.

Just a second.

Nothing to worry about.

Hello, Addy.

This is Kalakallol Dutta. Kolke.

My computer won't start.

Can't even get it to start. How will I restart?

That's the only solution you have.

Hurry up.

It's holding up public service.

Okay.

-Wait for some time. -Why?

Use some other computer. It's a centralised database.

Link failure, ma'am.

None of the systems will work.

Don't you guys feel ashamed of yourselves?

Where's your boss?

Prince of Hernia? In hospital.

All of them are waiting.

Because none of us know who will sign in place of him.

No point lashing out at us.

S**t!

Why are you so irresponsible?

-This is an emergency! -Sad...

-Hey, your hanky! -It's useless coming here!

Don't blame us if you don't find it later.

My family is going through a crisis...

"When the children fall asleep in come the raiders.

The Company loots muslin in the guise of traders.

To buy the land of Calcutta the businessmen are eager.

In a four-end tunnel lies the magic of a Bengali weaver.

Where the Munshi first immersed the idol.

When Chand Sadagar began the worship ritual."

I get it.

"In the pages of history burns the scavenger.

Find the answer to save a father in danger."

-It's mine. -No, it's mine.

-Do you know who left this? -No idea.

-Didn't see. -"...the land of Calcutta--"

-It's mine. -Hey!

Let's go.

The riddle is about saving a father.

How can it be hers?

Don't you know?

Her dad has been arrested

for stealing the muslin garment from the museum.

-It was her dad, Amarendra Sen. -Oh!

You'll find his name in the mutation file.

-Hold this. -Hey!

-It's fresh! -Hmm.

Our fathers are connected by the same thread.

How?

Hey!

Where are you off to? Kolke!

Hey-- Damn it!

Sir, your tea.

Sir...

We don't know who left the magazine for printing.

No one came to pick it up.

My brother printed a copy for himself.

Dutta Press.