Detective Byomkesh Bakshy! Page #2

You don't have any?

No

What's in there?

In there?

- The window...

- No, in the cupboard

- What are you hiding there?

- Nothing

It's emptY

I was going to return it

I was about to...

I did nothing wrong

I'm a chief accountant

I'm innocent

He was murdered

I'm not a murderer!

Right. You're an accountant.

Now let me think

Bhuvan left behind his paan box,

money and medicine

He aimed to return the same night

That was two months ago

Tell me about that night

I went for a walk after dinner

He wasn't here when I came back

I went to sleep. Mr. Bhuvan

wasn't here the next morning

I left for work. When I came back,

he wasn't here

When I came back...

You stole the paan box

I loved his paan mix,

so I kept the box

What work did he do?

He used to say:
"I'm a freelance

genius"

Paid the rent on time

Sometimes he'd come back late.

But never caused any trouble

If what you say is true...

...we should inform the police

It could be murder, Doctor.

What could the police do?

Luckily I knew the station chief

Or we'd be in the lock-up. I mean

a paan box and murder

Sorry for the bother, Ajit

If Bhuvan was murdered...

...and he was

His corpse must be hidden

somewhere

You'll believe me when I find

his corpse

Are you crazy?

I found this bus ticket in your

father's book

Bus 32A. Stops right outside

He got off somewhere

at the end of the line

Look

The conductor's punch mark.

I could...

You could what?

What did Bhuvan call himself?

A freelance genius.

A genius chemist

He may have worked in a chemical

factory. I could find...

Find what?

My father's corpse?

Listen

The police chief says he's missing.

Why do you want him dead?

Case closed. Let's go

Mr. Bakshy

How did you know where

Ashwini had hidden...

...the paan box?

Easy. People can't help thinking

about what they're hiding

When I mentioned the paan box,

he left the table

I pushed him around a bit.

Watched his eyes

He gave himself away

Simple

If only I could learn to think

like you

Many talkers in this world.

Few doers

You look like a doer

If you need help, you can count

on me

There's a room in my lodge for you

It's your call

Going somewhere, mister?

Taxi?

Let him watch, Ruby.

Maybe he enjoys watching

Ruby, ask him...

...how he got in here. It's private

property

"No trespassing" sign here

ls there a sign outside his bedroom?

Could I just walk in

without asking?

I'm sorry. I didn't know

Finally...

...he apologises

Who does that...

Are you the owner?

I own nothing

Do you know the owner?

Or are you trespassing, too?

You really don't recognise me?

Madam!

Coconuts for you

Put them in the car

Mr. Sikdaar owns this property

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