02x06 - The Son

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I must've been about 12 years old.

Didn't know what a w*r meant.

When the military entered
our village...

everyone started fleeing.

My father worked in the jute mill.

He was still at work that day.

My mother wouldn't leave without him.

So we locked the main door
and counted days.

Waiting for my father to return.

He never did.

Instead, Gulzar came.

He's the son
of one of the village councilmen.

He always liked Marium.

But she couldn't stand him
or his father.

That night the skies were overcast.

A storm was brewing.

I had gone to bed early.

My mother had left the main door open
when she went to garden.

Gulzar came in and locked the door.

I woke up with a start
when I heard a man's voice.

I saw my sister, Marium,
on the floor...

She couldn't move.
Barely mouthing words.

I was about to get off the bed
but one look from her told me not to.

I was just a kid.

Didn't know what to do.

It happened right in front of my eyes.

I heard a banging on the door.

I realised...

my mother wasn't in the room.

She came back to find the door locked.

Her mother's heart just knew.

She kept calling out to us.

I couldn't stand it.
So, I opened the door.

She and I came back to see...

Marium sprawled on the floor.

Gulzar was gone.

Escaped through the back door.

After the w*r ended...

Marium was eight months pregnant.

-It's still a trauma for her--
-Just tell me where she is.

Just tell me where she is.

Alfred, please.

Ask her where she is.

CELL 145
PART 2



Could you unlock it?

Ask Raju to meet me right now.

Emergency.

-Couldn't you do it?
-Just do what I asked you to.

Don't think he'll be allowed
to come here.

Don't you want to be free?

Find a way for Raju
to meet me.

When are we leaving?

I won't rest
till I get you out of jail.

I will lose out if I delay.

Arrange for him to come here.
Please.

Go!



Mohabbat Ali, prisoner number 33,
you have a visitor.

Boss...

Boss.

You have a visitor.

The letter worked.

You have a visitor.





Please let that guy come with me.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh damn!
You're good.

-You already know everything.
-No, I don't.

Please tell me.

Who is Mehedi Hasan?

He was mute like your mother.

They used to teach at the same school.

That's where they fell in love and...

And you were born to them.

When people found out,
your grandpa's honour was at stake.

Pre-marital pregnancy...

His daughter was mute

but he refused to get her married
to someone like her.

The rest is history.

He forced her to marry Sirajul.

It was all fake.
Bogus!

Sent Sirajul to Libya without a penny.

Poor guy died there.

Did he know that Mom got married?

We told him.

Shirin refused to listen to anyone.

So, your grandpa asked me
to take care of it.

I sent my guys after him.

They beat him up.

But it was pointless.

He was back.

Finally, for Shirin's sake...

and after a good beating,
we forced him to leave Dhaka.

Did he know about me?

You were just born.

The situation was better.

I couldn't help but take her one day.

Did Mom go to meet him?

By then he had married someone else.

His wife was pregnant.

Their house was by the river...

It got washed away.

Did Mom tell him about me?

I told her to.
But Shirin refused.

She didn't want to break up
another woman's marriage.

You mom would never do it.

That's what your mother was like.

She returned with a heavy heart.

Maybe that's why she never told you.

Swore me to secrecy too.

Sometimes, she sent him money
through me.

The river washed away their house.

Maybe on her deathbed she's worried
about who will take care of you.

That's why she told you the truth.

Your uncle is unreliable.

Lost everything in the share market.

He sacked me
after your grandfather died.

You know how it was.

You're older now.

You're sensible.

You'll understand your mother.

Do you want to meet your father?

What?
You want me to steal?

What are you saying?

What?

Where do they keep
the keys to the cell?

In the office.

Can you get it?

Are you crazy?

How would I do that?

You're in a VIP cell.

We don't even have privacy
to s**t

and you have a Western commode
and tiled flooring.

You're practically living in a hotel.

Who better than you to do it?

He can dig a tunnel to come here
but can't break open a lock?

This is your job.

You're getting money
to figure it out.

You don't have to do anything.

Okay.

You've been here a long time.
Give us information.

-Does the guard have the keys?
-No.

It's always in the office.
The guards get the keys twice a day.

In the morning
when the prisoners are let out

and in the evening
when they go back into the cell.

There are no rules for this cell.
It's opened and shut as they like.

-Is the key in the same bunch?
-Yes.

How do we take it?

We're in the cell in the morning.

-And in the evening--
-That's when.

Those b*stards are everywhere
in the evening.

There'll be chaos
if we try in the evening.

Won't be.

We have to make it chaotic.

Keep me out of it.

If I get caught,
I'll refuse to recognise you.

You don't have to recognise us.

We know you very well.

Sorry.

He'll be right here.

Please sit.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Did you find Ataur?

Is he lying?
Is Ataur not in the country?

No, he's here.

Hiding somewhere.

We're looking for him
in every possible place but...

Please ask him to be specific.

-If he tells us in instalments--
-I just relay what he tells me.

I can't say anything more.

Just try...

Ultimately, you have become
a believer too.

Believe, huh?

Belief is a strange thing.

The things people believe in!

Take for instance, jail food.

It's so bad,
even prisoners don't want to have it.

Yet, business tycoons, lawyers,
even politicians...

they're desperate to have jail food.

They call me for it.

Sometimes I feel less like a jailer
and more like a hotel manager.

Why do they want jail food?

Eating jail food
is in their horoscope.

They have it beforehand

so they aren't forced to have it
as a prisoner.

Is there any logic to it?

No.

It's all about belief.

Take your own example.

Your mother's in the hospital.

You're unwell too.

But you still come here.

Why?

What you or I believe
doesn't matter.

It's about my family.

A mother and her son.

-Sir.
-Uncuff him.

Did you tell Alfred
about the tunnel?

What did he say?

He said...

-That by tomorrow you have to...
-Of course, by tomorrow.

Everything will be over by evening.

Listen.

Tell Alfred that everything is okay.

Our plan worked.
He agreed to be part of it.

Won't take long.

-We're almost there.
-Your...

-Almost--
-Mom's no more.

S**t!

Sorry...

Sorry for your loss.

Sorry.

Not my mom.

Yours.

Alfred and Diya are bringing her body
to Dhaka.

Once you're out of jail,
her funeral...

They'll open the tunnel
tomorrow evening.

They've asked you to escape.

Alone.

RECORD ROOM



Ataur!

Enjoying a snack?

Sir, I swear he's innocent.

He's being framed.
Believe me, sir.

Hello, sir.

Why did you run away?

I took on this burden
only for you, sir.

My son just got circumcised.
Wanted to spend two more days with him.

But this guy filed a case against me
for prison breaking.

That's not true!

-Really, Mostak?
-Hey!

He was chilling in Dubai!
And you believe him?

Don't want to hear a peep from you.

I swear, sir.

A woman in burqa told me
what you did.

That's why I was trying to flee.

A woman in burqa?
Who?

Don't know her name
but she knows all of you.

She found me this place.

How could you do this to me, sir?

Trying to trick me, huh?

-Bloody dog!
-I swear to God, sir.

-I'm telling the truth.
-Shut up!

-Believe me, sir.
-Just shut up!

Your threats didn't work.

What's wrong?

Aslam.

What about him?

He beat me up.

Didn't let me meet Baba.

Said no more visits allowed.

And your business can go to hell.

Are you serious?

He didn't stop there.

He said Baba's followers
will be separated.

Each one will be sent
to a different jail.

We have to beat Aslam to a pulp!

He didn't apologise to Baba.

He said Baba will...

What?

Aslam is planning to circumcise him.

-What?
-Circumcision.

That's why,
no visitors will be allowed.

-Such things don't remain hidden.
-Boss...

Are Baba's followers
still going to keep shut?

-We have to do something about it.
-Exactly.

There's no other option.

Bring out whatever we have.
Knives, choppers, everything.

-Tomorrow morning, Aslam will see--
-Not in the morning.

-Then?
-In the evening.

Why?

Aslam will be by himself then.

The guards will be busy
locking the prisoners up.

That's when we'll take revenge
for insulting Baba.

It's game on!

Gazi Baba the great...

-Will make your troubles go away!
-Will make your troubles go away!

Gazi Baba the great...

-Will make your troubles go away!
-Will make your troubles go away!

No.

This is not the time
for that slogan.

It's time to burn it down!

Our new slogan will be...

Break the chains
of all who are bound.

Burn it down!

-Burn it down!
-Burn it down!

Burn it down!

-Burn it down!
-Burn it down!



MARIUM

Why are you outside your cell
at this time?

You can't stop someone
with lock and key.

Can they stop you with it?

Where will you go
after you escape?

I have no one outside.

This jail is my home.

What happened?

Are you upset?

My mother...

She...

My mother's name was Bijli Begum.

As fate would have it...

she was struck by lightning.

I buried her at night.

I returned in the morning to see...

she was gone.

Her body had been stolen.

A lightning struck corpse
sells for a lot.

We are born out of our parent's love.

But is the world a peaceful place?

Mohabbat.

Can you help me?

The last prisoner I hanged...

told me something.

"If only I lived two more days...
Just two more days."

Said it so many times,
I got irritated.

I asked what he'd do
if he lived for two more days.

His eyes were covered
but I could feel them on me.

And his last words kept ringing
in my ears.

The next day,
sweets were distributed.

I asked why.

The man you hanged...

had a daughter.

How could I touch the sweets?

I had written to his daughter.

And how strange!

Despite knowing everything,
she came to meet me.

What a sweet little girl.

But she didn't get a chance
to see her father.

God will deliver justice.

I have begged for His forgiveness.

Sorry, I can't help you.

One more thing.

Whatever you do,
do it with honesty.

Jalal will visit you.

My mother...

I wish my mother ...

had waited just two more days.

If only...

She is waiting.

Her body has died.

But the soul never dies.

She is waiting.

What are you looking for, sir?

-Wasn't Ataur's photo here?
-It's with me.

Oh!

Give it to me.

-What's this?
-Open it.

You'll know when you open it.

I've prepared it.

You just need to sign.

-Let Sajib leave first--
-No.

Sign it today.

Yes.

You've kept him in jail
all this time.

It's not just about him.

You take responsibility for everything
that has gone wrong here.

Hence, you resign.

I can't take the blame
for your sins, sir.

I'll take care of this.

You sign the letter
and go home.

Sajib will reach soon.

Son of a b***h!
You've got some ba*ls, huh?

Think I don't know what you're up to?
Want me to expose you?

Ehsan is your colleague, right?

He was asking me a lot of questions.

Why do you come here?

What do you do here?

Should I tell him?