01x03 - Ranakhetra

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-Where's the ticket?
-Don't need it.

(indistinct chatter)

CORPSE CARRIER

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

This side...

That side.

Need some more here.

(offering prayer)

Brother...

Let's go.

Come on.

Have your food, brother.
You haven't eaten in two days.

So what if he called?
What are you so worried about?

Hello?

What's wrong?
Why are you silent?

Who are you?

You don't need to know that.
Who are you?

Why do you need to know who I am?
Why you're calling?

You give the phone to Taqdeer,
he knows why I'm calling.

There's nothing in the car.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

Hey, mister.
Are you threatening me?

Do you have proof that there's anything
in the car?

I have to give you proof?
Do you know who this is?

How do I care?

If the police finds out--

Get lost!
Go to hell!

What?

b*stard!

H-Hello?

What did he say?

What else?

Threatening to hand us over
to the police.

Put it down.

It's Nawaz sir.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, did the car break down?

Yes but it's fine now.

Where are you?

I'm...

on the way, I'll be there soon.

And apparently you took
the death certificate?

Why should I take the documents?

They left it behind in the car,
what can I do about it?

Okay.
Be careful on your way back.

...Moinul Rana.

The police is investigating
but have not released a statement yet.

Journalists Afsana Anjum
and Moinul Rana

had gone to Shariatpur
on November 10, to gather news.

There has been no trace of them
ever since.

CORPSE CARRIER

That's why I was wondering
why she seemed so familiar.

Couldn't you tell me this before?

Such a famous journalist.
I didn't realise it before.

Why are you so worried?

It's a dead body
and we've buried it.

And according to the news,
she's missing!

If the police catches us...

just think about the number of cases
that will be slapped on us.

I just don't get one thing.

How did that journalist's body
end up in my car?

Brother.

I'm sure that b*stard is the m*rder*r.

And he hid the body here.

Tell me...

does anyone else know
that the body was in this car?

Only he knows.

Call him.

Tell him to meet us.

We'll hand over the body.

What do you mean?
How?

We'll get it back if we need to.

Let's see if he has the ba*ls.

Don't talk rubbish, Montu.

Don't get us involved in another mess.

Then?

What do you plan to do?

Will you go to prison
for no fault of yours?

And we'll bear the burden?

Tell him to come.

Call him.

Where should I ask him to come?

In our area.

BANGLADESH INLAND WATER
TRANSPORT AUTHORITY

LANGUAGE REVOLUTIONARY
DOCTOR GOLAM MAOLA

Take a good look.

I haven't seen her.

You haven't either?

No, no one's seen her.

Sir.

Sir, someone had fallen off the ferry
that night.

-Who fell off?
-We don't know that yet, sir.

But we're asking around.

-Dulal.
-Sir.

Did you speak to the driver of that bus?

I spoke to the supervisor, sir.

They didn't get back on the bus
from the ferry.

Sir.

Sir, he says he has seen Rana.

What do you do?

Sir, I sell apples on the ferry.

Hmm.

Sir.

Did you see this man that day?

Yes, sir, I saw him.

-Where? On the ferry?
-Yes.

-Someone fell off the ferry that day.
-Yes.

-Then everyone went to see, I went too.
-Okay.

-I saw him get into an ambulance.
-Ambulance?

Yes, sir.

-Anyone else with him?
-I don't know that, sir.

Hmm.

-Sir.
-Hmm?

-I didn't find any CCTV footage.
-What do you mean?

Everything including the recorder
is missing, sir.

-The cars at the ferry dock that night...
-Yes, sir?

-Can you find out all the car numbers?
-Yes, sir.

Have to collect it
from the guard's entry book.

-Do it right away, go.
-Yes, sir.

-Dulal.
-Sir?

-Please.
-Please come.

Roll down the window.

Roll it down!

You bloody!

Hey!

Hey, Montu!

What the hell are you doing?

Montu!
Let him go!

(indistinct fighting)

Montu!

Let go of him!

Who are you beating up?

Just let him go!

Who do you think?

It's this motherf****r who ...

-Locked, right?
-Yes.

Brother...

Please open the door, brother.

-Just open the window...
-We won't let you do anything, b*stard!

Shut up!

-Hey, stop it you two.
-You don't understand...

I'll explain, but where is the body?

Just tell me where the body is.

-Tell me something frankly.
-Yes?

You m*rder*d your own colleague
and are on the run?

And you framed me?

I didn't k*ll her, brother.

Trust me, I didn't m*rder her.

It's better to be bitten
by a dog than trust you.

I don't need to know who the m*rder*r is.

Tell me how the body
ended up in my car.

I kept it.

I had no option,
or they would have k*lled me too.

Why didn't they k*ll you?

Shut up.

Who would k*ll you?

Simon Chowdhury's men.

Who's that?

-Chairman Simon?
-Chairman Simon.

-Why did you poke your nose in his matters?
-I didn't!

Afsana ma'am did.

They k*lled her
and now they're looking for me.

You motherf****r! Tell us honestly,
who sent you here?

-Or I'll bury you alive--
-No, no, no. I came on my own.

Believe me, no one sent me.

Brother...

-Quiet!
-Shut up!

It's Nawaz sir.

Hello, greetings.

Hello.
Where are you?

I'm stuck in traffic at Mawaghat.

You're always stuck somewhere or the other.

And a million people come looking for you
all day.

Who? Did they come
for the death certificate?

No.
God knows where they're from.

They had your car number.

Asked for your name.

Who's name?

Who do you think?
Yours!

They said they want you
for transporting a dead body.

They took your phone number.

But why do they specifically need you
for transporting a body?

I offered another car,
they didn't take it.

I'm hanging up now,
the cars have started moving.

Hmm.

Hey.

Tell me something.

You're here.

Then who is looking for me?

Oh, man!

Many people are after this body.

Many people are looking for it.

Brother...
I'm right here.

-I don't know who's looking for the body--
-Hey, mister.

Tell me something honestly.

How many people know
that the body is with me?

The editor of my newspaper knows.

How did he know?

Motherf****r!

I told him.

-Hey, come outside.
-Hey, this side!

-Come out.
-Out!

Hey, easy there.

-Brother, please...
-Hey, go easy!

-Hey!
-Come out!

Montu!

Don't worry, you come outside.

Hey, go easy.

You mentioned an editor or something?
What's that?

Boss, the boss of the newspaper.

Oh.

He has sent you here
to take the body.

No, he wanted to cover up the news.

-What up?
-What up?

Cover up.

That means he didn't want anyone
to know about it.

I called him as soon as
the incident took place.

He told me to lay low and just wait.

He said he'll help me.

But instead, it became news.
You know what the news is?

It's in the news that Afsana ma'am
and I are missing.

Is this his number?

Brother...

Take out the SIM card
and throw it away.

If the police gets to know,
they'll track us down with this SIM card.

You've caused so much trouble and
you're giving us ideas to save us?

-I'll--
-Hey!

Why should the police arrest me?

Huh?

Why are you silent?

-Talk!
-Brother...

At the ferry dock, I...

got into this car
and the police has come to know that.

Where is the body?

Come here, honey.

Come to me.

You want to go to Grandma?

Come on.

Did she tell you
what work she was going for?

She often has to leave Dhaka
to follow some leads.

Must have been something like that
this time too.

The exact nature of the work...

she didn't tell me.

I see.

Shaizad...

Please sit down.
I need to talk to you.

-Please.
-Okay.

Where was she
when you last spoke to her?

I'm not sure.

-She didn't speak to me.
-Who did she speak to?

With my daughter.

When did you last speak to her?

About five days ago.

Did anyone have something personal
against her?

Or do you suspect anyone?

Honey, let's go inside.

Aren't you supposed to figure this out?
Why are you asking me?

Did the four of you stay here?

No.

Three people.

My mother, my daughter...

And my... wife.

I don't stay here.
We are separated.

-Since?
-Huh?

Since?

It's been two years.

May I know why?

She's a little stubborn and...

I know she's a big journalist
and all but...

people have responsibilities.

And...

I think, to some extent,
she's selfish as well.

A person who can't be manipulated,
seems selfish.

Right...

If we need a marriage counselor,
I'll definitely call you.

Can you just please
carry on the investigation?

This is the investigation.

A few days ago, you sent
divorce papers to Afsana.

But she didn't sign them. Why?

Her stubbornness.

She didn't sign a couple of...

Okay you tell me,
how is this even relevant?

Did you know the photographer Rana?

No.

A few days ago...

he had gone to Shariatpur.

But no one can say why.

You guys figure it out.

Yes, okay. We will.

We'll keep in touch.
Bye.

While investigating the ferry dock, we got
a lead to a corpse carrier freezing van.

Not sure yet.

We're looking for the car.

We'll find it.

-Let's go then, wrap up.
-Okay, sir.

Come on.

Honey...

Have you taken a bath?

Did you eat?

Grandma hasn't finished cooking yet.

When did you come?

Just.

About an hour or two.

I sent the papers to your office.
Did you get them?

Really?
No, I didn't.

Oh...

I didn't even go to office today.

So.

The moment your son comes,
the pressure cooker goes off, huh?

What are you cooking?
Beef or mutton?

Mutton.

It has been two days
since I sent the papers, Afsana.

Hasn't Anika told you anything?

Curry.

Don't worry, daughter-in-law,
I'm making fish head curry for you too.

How sweet!

Do you want to say something?

Aren't you supposed to tell me?

Is the office a place
to sign divorce papers?

I sent them here too, Afsana.

What good was it?

What's your big hurry?

-Getting married again?
-What?

Why are you being so stubborn?

Why?
You used to think this is cute before?

What do you want?

Do you enjoy it?

You want me to beg, don't you?

-Now that will be very cute.
-Oh, shut up!

Don't worry.

I will sign all your papers
at the right time.

Now will you excuse me?

Yes, of course.

You are always excused.

Stay for dinner.

According to an eye witness,
photographer Moinul Rana

was seen getting into an ambulance
from the ferry.

Whether or not journalist Afsana Anjum
was with him, is not clear yet.

Why are you getting worried?

-Have they said anything about a body?
-No.

Then?

(news playing)

Brother.

What will you do about him?

First,what to do about this?
Then what to do about that?

Instead of resolving,
they're getting more complicated.

Hey.

Should I throw the phone away?

Why?

You heard the news.

No one said anything about you.

I don't know about all that.

I have to go to Dhaka.

There!
The boss is calling again.

Uff!

Give me your phone.

Hello.

Where are you?

The car's engine has broken down.
I'll take some time to get back.

Is it the car or something else?

Why is the police
looking for you?

What the hell are you up to?

Police?

I'm begging you, Taqdeer.

Just return my car.

Look, I'm a straightforward businessman.

Don't get me into any trouble.

Brother?