Dark Chocolate Page #3
- Year:
- 2016
- 92 min
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anyway, just pay my bills.
I'll be back.
But...
What happened?
Madam...
See, woman, it is not possible that
you come to my hotel...
have fun and leave
without paying.
Your Bibhash or Alok, whatever
he is, won't come back.
But I can tell you an
easy way to earn bucks.
Work your body, earn.
Pay me, leave the hotel.
I'll send in two men
within two hours.
Hey, woman!
Open the door!
Hey!
Open the door!
Come on, open it!
Trying to flee without
paying me?
Where's she?
She's escaped!
Are you really aware who I am?
We know exactly who you are.
But as of now...
you've been accused of
murdering your daughter.
And we need your statement.
This is ridiculous!
How can a mother kill
her daughter?
It's absurd!
It's preposterous!
I need my lawyers.
I need to speak to my lawyers.
Is Victor here?
Has he sent for the lawyers?
Because I need to speak
to my lawyers.
I need to make a call.
Can I please have my phone?
I need to make a call to Victor.
Can I please have the phone?
I need to talk to your Commissioner!
Yes, you b*tch!
I've handled a lot many of you,
blabbering that high- profile English.
Get my Bengali?
You're from Shillong, right?
- You...
- Hey, sit down!
Open your mouth or
I'll shove it up you!
- She can't touch me!
- Payel, control!
She is a big personality.
- It's wrong.
- Don't touch.
Madam, we know that
you are big person.
But you see, we've seen many biggies
turn tiny inside this humble room.
As tiny as us.
Since it is us
you've to talk to.
Let's start then?
I need my lawyers.
- Can't you hear me?
- Ah, Payel, control yourself!
Control.
- Open your mouth.
- Oh she will.
Tell us.
Later you can always say we've
made it all up, you said nothing.
You guys know the loopholes of the Law
much better than us. You'll escape.
Begin.
Must have been around March.
Madam had somehow got
to know about my connections.
What 'connections'?
Connection with the gangsters.
Ass, you're talking like you had
connection with some minister.
- Rascal.
- Madam Ishani?
You idiot, speak it out!
Ishani Madam told me...
it was a simple plan.
Had to kill her
sister, Rina.
And you killed her?
Killed who?
Madam?
Madam told me she'll give
me one and a half lacs...
After that, me and Madam,
we both went to see the spot.
At Raigarh.
After a week, Madam's
first husband came down.
You b*tch!
Ramcharan, hold her tight.
Yes.
Rina was killed that day.
Ramcharan and Shadab
killed her together.
I was with them.
The plan was to pick up Rina
from National College.
Ramcharan, kill her!
Leave me.
Yes!
Come on, Ramcharan!
Yes!
Oh I'm so sorry baby,
I'm so sorry!
I'm so sorry!
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