(indistinct yelling)
CORPSE CARRIER
Who the hell taught you how to drive?
Why didn't you admit that you can't drive, huh?
Why did you try to be a hero?
-Trying to be the hero, huh? -I'm sorry.
I've never driven a manual car, so I pushed the wrong buttons.
Hey, you think I'm at your beck and call?
You'll keep making mistakes and I'll keep covering for you? Nonsense!
Brother, by God's grace, at least something good came of this.
We found the body...
Yeah, you're doing a great job.
You've got me in trouble.
The villagers here think I'm running away with that old woman's corpse.
Hey, you get off.
Get off. Didn't you say you'll go to Dhaka? Go on.
You...
How will I take the body by myself and so late at night?
You really need me to explain that?
Tell me...
is there a hospital nearby?
Why?
We have to get the memory card out.
You bloody f**ker!
To hell with your memory card!
Once you say hospital, once you say police...
There's no consistency in what you say.
Give me my phone back.
Give me my phone and I'll take the body.
Hey! What do you mean?
You got us into trouble and you're running away now.
What's the deal?
You dare not take one step ahead before this hassle is over.
Easy there, brother.
That's what I'm saying.
We need the memory card to put an end to this hassle, right?
Listen.
I'm not the only one in trouble now.
All three of us are in it.
Got it?
So you think you'll get that thing back if you go to the hospital?
It's not like she's unwell and we can simply take her to a hospital...
get her operated upon and retrieve your memory card or whatever.
Damn it!
-Brother... -Hey!
Taqdeer? Please call him back.
-Shut up! -Taqdeer!
Taqdeer?
Montu...
-Taqdeer-- -You stay inside.
If you leave the car, we won't let you back in.
Bloody bastard!
Brother...
What?
Let's take it home.
Have you gone crazy?
That's the first place the police will check.
And don't we have to keep the car hidden?
Then how about the warehouse?
I don't have enough fuel for that.
And there are too many people.
Listen.
It's been very long.
The body will soon begin to rot.
Till the time all this is resolved...
we need to preserve the body.
We need ice for that.
Hey...
Do you know of some ice mill?
Yes, I do.
Can we go there now?
-Right now? -Yes.
-With this corpse? -Yes.
So what? What's the problem?
What is it? Why are you silent?
You're always full of tall talk.
But now you're all quiet in the face of trouble?
Weren't you saying you'd save me?
Save me now.
Everything's a mess.
There's an ice mill, right?
We're on our way.
-So where are we going? -Wait.
Brother...
Let's head towards Dehognaj.
-What's over there? -Where did you say we're going?
-Isn't that in Shariatpur? -Hey, shut up.
-It's Simon Chowdhury's area-- -I told you to shut up!
Sohag's uncle owns a big ice mill there.
Won't the workers be there?
No, they won't.
I’ll see to it.
-You head that way. -Montu, please listen to me!
Didn't you say we wouldn't be able to enter a place like that?
So what are you saying now?
I told you to keep quiet, didn't I?
Think about it...
Will it be safe to go that side?
-We have nowhere else to go. -Taqdeer, you get it, right?
We'll be stuck if we go there.
It'll mean more trouble.
So what do we do now? You tell us.
You tell us where to go, then.
-We'll go somewhere else-- -Tell us where?
No problem.
If we get caught, we'll leave you with the body.
Okay?
CORPSE CARRIER
Brother, pull over.
Give me the keys.
-Should I come along? -No.
Listen, make sure there's no one at the mill tonight.
Tell everyone.
Okay, I'll tell them. You go ahead.
-Have you kept everything in place? -Yes, I have.
Still, check once.
-Did you see the news? -What news?
The situation is bad.
Be alert.
I'll call if something happens.
-Okay. -Alright?
Bye.
Let's go.
Come.
You wait here, brother. I'll be back.
Hey, mister. Come on.
Hold it. Give me a hand!
Hey, be careful! What are you doing?
-Hey! -Hold it properly.
Easy, easy.
Put it down over here.
Keep it here.
-Carefully. -Watch it.
Hey.
Check which one the ice is in.
Check that side.
-Take that. -This?
-Open this. -Okay.
Pull it up.
Yes.
Not this one, check the one on that side.
(TV playing)
Use some strength--
-Pull it hard. -I am.
No, not this one. Check this.
The freezing van that journalist Moinul Rana was seen getting into...
the same van has stolen the corpse of an old woman from Barisal last night.
The owner of the freezing van, Nawaz Hussain, has been arrested.
But the driver, Taqdeer Alam, is missing along with the vehicle.
It is not yet certain whether Moinul Rana was with him
The police is continuing their investigation.
But there is still no information about journalist Afsana Anjum.
-Hey! -Huh?
Will it help if you watch the news over and over again?
F**king up all the time! Switch it off!
Brother, I'll get going.
Give me the keys. I'll go keep the car.
Quickly.
Keep an eye on the guy.
Hmm, you go.
-Hey. -Yes?
What kind of doctor can retrieve it?
Surgeon.
-Surgeon? -Yes.
-What's that? -Someone who performs operations.
How should I know which of doctor performs operations?
Wait, let me see.
Keep this, brother.
Stay by the corpse.
Taqdeer...
Please forgive me.
I got you into big trouble.
You could have gone to the police with the body.
At least, you would be saved.
You know what I want?
I want everyone to know the truth behind Afsana's murder.
Believe me, I could have left the body and made a run for it.
But she's my colleague, after all.
You've done a great job.
You're getting me into danger because you want to appear great.
-Hey! -Huh?
Why did you tell me to go to Munshiganj, huh?
I could have given you the body if you came to Dhaka.
Actually, I wanted to go to Dhaka.
But Sakib told me that it would mean more trouble.
Sakib? Who's that?
Sakib is a journalist from our newspaper.
He's the local representative.
So why did he say no?
Well, the incident happened at Shariatpur.
But those who did it, are from Dhaka.
Afsana meant to investigate the matter after returning to Dhaka.
But before she could...
this is what happened to her.
Believe me.
We found no information or evidence there to report about.
No one talks out of fear of Simon Chowdhury.
If we didn't meet that police inspector...
we would never know what really happened.
The police said that they don't know the guy.
You think they would tell us even if they did know?
Ma'am refuses to understand something.
You can't run the world by being stubborn.
HOTEL EDEN GARDEN ENTRANCE
I live in this area.
I know exactly where it's safe to go and where it's not.
I think twice before stepping out.
If you're too impulsive...
you'll be dead meat.
You've been here before.
Don't you know the pros and cons?
-Hmm. -I'm sure you have some idea.
Make ma'am understand.
-Got it? -Yes.
-Okay then, take care. -Right.
Bye.
God bless.
Ma'am?
Hey, where is ma'am?
She was in her room.
Okay.
Listen, Kabir.
-If you don't help me-- -Look, ma'am.
Don't involve me in this.
I don't know where or how you got this.
He's with me.
But Kabir...
What does the phone theft incident have to do with this?
It is related to that social media death story.
This was a smart phone.
Two days before the teacher's death...
he had come to file a complaint for his missing phone.
-Who tore this up, then? -I did.
Upon the Officer-in-Charge's orders.
Why?
Who stole the phone?
Simon Chowdhury?
You must have understood what's at the heart of this by now.
I showed you the way.
Now you can follow it.
But I can't prove anything with a copy of this complaint.
Instead, you'll be in trouble.
I know.
The teacher didn't put up that status...
I'm sure you get that.
Won't you finish the job you came here to do?
Do you know the guy?
Not a guy.
Girl.
Who is it?
Dilip.
The mill is closed today.
Montu asked me to come.
Who asked you to come?
Montu.
Oh.
Come in.
Hey, wait.
Who are you?
The diener, a morgue worker.
-The body-- -Hmm, I got it. Wait.
Hmm.
Come.
I have to dissect this?
-Boy or girl? -Wait, wait, wait.
-Where is Montu? -He went to get alc--
Alcohol...
Why do you want it dissected? Is there gold or something in the stomach?
Nothing.
Greetings.
Dilip.
Dilip Kumar.
I dissect bodies at night and clean the morgue in the day.
-Why are you here? Who sent you? -Montu.
-Who is it? -Brother! Open the door.
It's Montu.
What do you need?
-Kidney? Lungs? -Keep quiet! Wait!
-What's on your nose, sir-- -Dilip!
Here. Drink it quickly.
Oh, Montu!
Stop smiling like an idiot! We don't have time.
-Who is he? What will he do to her body? -I couldn't find a doctor.
-We have to make do with him. -What do you mean?
Wh-What is he saying?
Can't you understand?
There's nothing else to do, as you can see.
This requires a surgery.
Not a postmortem.
And do you have any idea how they dissect bodies?
No, I don't.
-You know, so show him. -On the rocks!
It's a thrill to drink with ice, right, Montu?
You f**king idiot! Acting smart with me, huh?
Hurry up!
Brother...
This is not possible.
Say he dissects the body and we find the memory card.
But how will we go to the police with this dissected body?
Then go take the body to the police. Let them retrieve it.
Just standing here and giving a f**king lecture!
Hey! Are you done?
Hey... I've got to drink till I'm full to the neck...
till I lose all sense.
Brother...
Okay, suppose he can dissect the body.
Can he sew it up again?
What do I have to do?
Can you sew up the body?
I'm not a tailor.
This is simply impossible!
After all, she's my colleague.
-How will I take it back to her family-- -If you're so concerned...
why did you put it on us and run away?
This is not possible, Montu, please keep quiet.
I'll beat you up again, I'm warning you.
-Kill that motherf****r. -Hey! Stop it!
You do something.
Take this body.
But tell me why I had to get into trouble because of you.
Brother... I'm telling you. If I'm safe, we'll all be safe.
Stop with your nonsense!
Go to hell!
But why should I serve time because of you?
Answer me!
Hey! Can he do it?
He has been dissecting bodies since childhood.
He has done it a million times.
Taqdeer... what if he tells someone?
You think he'll be in his senses after drinking?
He will just not be able to do it, Montu--
-Why do you talk s**t, huh? -Hey--
Hey! Stop it!
Hey!
Hmm.
Tell him to do it.
-Hey, get started. -You show him how it's done. Go.
Show him how.
Montu...
Which part do I have to dissect?
Hey! Is it sharp enough?
I only need to give the signal...
and the rest this'll manage on its own.
Why didn't you take off the clothes?
Hey, what the hell are you saying?
A dead body feels no shame...
If you're feeling shy, move away.
What do I have to dissect?
She swallowed something. Cut open the stomach and retrieve it.
How big is it?
Small.
-Around this size. -What is it?
-Memory card. -Mem...
Hmm.
-Dissect the brain-- -Hey!
What are you doing?
I was kidding!
-Say your prayers and start. -Yes.
-Careful... -Don't talk.
Huh?
The boss has sent sweets for you.
I didn't want to ring the bell and disturb you early in the morning.
Sit down.
What's his name?
S-Sajid.
Doesn't look like you at all.
He's beautiful, pure.
And you?
He should develop his brains from a young age.
Otherwise if he grows up to have an immature brain like yours...
he'll be in trouble.
Hey, give me the towel, please.
Go on. Leave the baby with me.
Go give her the towel and leave him with me.
Go, go, go.
Give it to me.
I tried telling him many times but...
he just didn't listen to me.
Afsana is a senior journalist so I had to go along with her but...
I didn't pass on any information.
Good.
After it happened, Rana came to me himself.
I didn't know about it.
That's when I came to know.
I wouldn't have met him if I knew.
Rana asked for my help but... But how could I help out?
After that...
He called the editor from my phone.
They are from Dhaka. Sits comfortably in the AC and...
get all the credit.
What do they know about village politics?
Aren't you a journalist?
Where's your notebook?
Wait.
Take the sweets. it'll get ruined in the heat.
Don't cry, dear.
He's crying...
My diabetes has worsened.
Can't have sweets.
Thank you.
The police will come here after I leave.
They'll want to know why Rana and Afsana came here.
When you talk to the police...
kindly use your brains.
Why aren't you taking notes? Take notes.
Afsana is a prominent journalist.
She went missing and people said...
"Where is Afsana? Where is Afsana?"
And if you go missing...
People will say...
"Who is Sakib?"
You're in trouble so you have to try to get out of it.
If you can't, let me know.
It's my job to help those in trouble.
My dear...
Rana wanted to go to the police but I told him not to.
I told him to resolve the matter with Simon.
Rana said he'll call me when he gets the dead body.
Good.
Very good.
Hello.
He's my colleague from Dhaka.
He often lies to you, doesn't he?
Here, hold him.
Careful.
There's a number on that phone.
For help when Rana calls.
N-No, I won't keep any contact with him.
No.
It's not for Rana, help yourself.
Hey.
Did you find it?