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'We demand Sub Inspector Shyamlal's arrest!'

We demand the Home Minister's resignation!

- Let CBI investigate Stephen's death!

- Let CBI investigate Stephen's death!

We demand Sub Inspector Shyamlal's arrest!

We demand the Home Minister's resignation!

Potti sir, I didn't do it intentionally.

It was a slip; it happened by chance!

Please help me out of this.

Really?!

Two deep cuts above the nose;

a fracture of the femur;

the male organ is injured;

blood clotting in the testicles;

the small intestine was nearly ruptured.

That's the cause of death.

In total, 18 brutal injuries.

Do you call this a slip?

You're a criminal.

Did you hear that?!

You're not human.

So, you don't deserve that uniform.

You will continue being a headache.

Sir, you have no clue about the matter.

Don't harm me with your old grudges.

Mathew, why's he like this?

Won't this moron never sort himself out?

You can go, Shyam!

- Sir--

- Get out!

Idiot!

Sir, coffee?

No coffee, please.

I'll take idly and vada!

O, Lord!

Please protect me!

Tablet for gastritis.

Those kids are here.

How are the preparations

for the campaign going?

Sir, apart from our usual print campaigns,

we're planning a series of visual ads.

Video stories less than a minute long

that can connect well

with the public's emotions.

Will place them as reels

on Instagram and Facebook.

And also as shots on YouTube.

Sumesh, list, please.

A video about building houses

for 228 homeless families,

free heart surgeries

for 150 needy patients.,

a special package for the farmers,

a rainwater harvesting unit,

a free dialysis centre

at the Medical College,

and Malaysian technology-applied

roads and railway over bridges.

Did we really do all these things?

No, but we have started them all.

Started them all, duh!

In that case, can't we

continue and finish it?

When we try to do

something good for the public,

- a hundred things come to hinder that.

- Why?

You know how things are

at those government offices.

When we go there,

they ask us to go to the other section.

When we go there,

they'll ask us to go to the other.

Then, this paper and that paper,

the person walking around

will get tired.

We need to get it all done.

Isn't that your job, after all?

All you do is guzzle the food

and follow me around!

No actual work at all!

Even if I don't make it in the elections,

won't you get a pension?

Sasi, brother...

Um... Sir... the--

Yeah, keep reading.

Sir, apart from these,

the web series-Home Minister.

The audience will boo and mock it.

It's a part of brand building, sir.

The brand called Saseendran Mullackal.

People who trust and vote for you today

will worship you tomorrow.

They'll blindly follow you.

They'll die for you, sir.

Oh, you, the MBA guy,

your plan seems splendid!

But this isn't enough to get votes.

There may be an audience to hear me brag.

But nobody would give a damn about it.

That's true.

- Target the opposition.

- Sir.

Thomas Luka!

Tarnish Luka's name in front of the public.

Dust something off his past.

Those things he did

while he was the Health Minister.

His medicine or syringe purchases,

transferring doctors, and

patients dying without receiving treatment.

Also, his kids' foreign investments.

And as a final nail in the coffin,

use the other expl*sive!

- expl*sive?!

- Arms trafficking, man!

Idiot!

His extramarital affair!

And use whatever you get handy

as an exclusive!

Okay, then. Bye.

- Execute everything as planned.

- Okay, sir.

- Make it quick.

- Sasi, wait for a second.

I have told you several times

not to insult me in front of others.

It will affect my political career.

And the 3500 bucks I get as a pension

is hardly enough for anything!

Without even a matriculation,

you're getting such a decent pension,

an annuity pension!

Don't go over the limit!

Apparently, the one talking passed

matriculation on his fourth attempt!

- Come, get in the car!

- But...

- Who will address these people?

- Which people?

They are media people.

They will troll you.

Please come.

Sir... Sir... Will you punish SI Shyamlal,

- responsible for Stephen's death?

- Wait... wait...

- I will answer all your questions.

- Will a CBI investigation be--

Philosopher, author, educationist...

and above all,

a number one parapsychologist...

Padmashree Dr. Padmanabha Ramaswami.

He will be with us on this campus

for seven days starting tomorrow.

His knowledge and experiences

will be something new to all of us.

Dr. Rebecca has made this opportunity

possible for all of us.

On behalf of everybody gathered here

and myself,

thank you.

Thank you, Rebecca.

Thank you.

- Dr. Shaji...

- Sir.

What's the problem?

After you decide everything,

we are summoned here

only to clap, nod, and agree.

Then, what's the need for such a meeting,

Potti sir?

Such a waste of time!

- Shaji!

- I do have a problem, sir!

We're all doctors.

We believe in and practise medicine.

Medical practitioners

should only rely on facts.

On the other hand,

it's not right for us to propagate

a fraud Swami,

who earns his living

in the name of ghosts, spirits, and devils.

I'm sorry to say this, sir,

but this is pure nonsense!

Sir, this is not just my opinion.

Just that nobody is mentioning it

due to their fear and respect for you.

Dr. Shaji, talk only for yourself!

Don't involve others in it.

Parapsychology is a pseudoscience.

No medical institution

should promote such things.

There have always been

such narrow-minded people

who are quick to tar and feather

any science before it's proven.

Throughout history,

this is what has happened!

If you believe that parapsychology

is only about ghosts and spirits,

that's a misconception.

It's far more than that.

His remuneration is 15 lakh rupees

for just seven days!

Plus, his food and lodging expenses.

With that amount, we can easily complete

the pending construction work

on our new block.

It will benefit the patients, at least!

That falls under

the purview of the government.

We have nothing to do about it.

And there is no need for anyone

to worry about Swami Sir's expenses.

We have sponsors.

Sir, isn't this a staff meeting?

What's a PG resident doing here?

Keerthi, leave!

- Sir...

- Out! Out!

Parapsychology is a science.

Is there anyone here who believes so?

Then...

please raise your hand.

Hands down.

I have no clue what parapsychology is.

Anyone of that kind?

Well,

parapsychology is a pseudoscience.

It's just nonsense!

If there's anybody who believes so...

One person?

Only one?!

Doctor,

you may please come on stage.

Please.

Doctor Keerthi.

Many of you share the same opinion

as Dr. Keerthi.

However, only Dr. Keerthi

didn't mind opening it up.

Mind!

MIND!

We will start with...

your mind!

Please.

Please...

Telepathy!

How can minds communicate

without other intermediaries?

That's what Dr. Keerthi

is about to demonstrate for us.

May I?

No need to be scared.

Just a short sleep, that's all.

Ready, doctor?

Good.

Please close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Keep your ears focused.

Sharp!

Now, everybody, please listen.

I'll show you all a painting.

Everyone,

envision this picture in your mind.

All of you.

Silently.

I repeat-Silently!

In breathless silence...

say it over and over in your mind.

Almost like sending it to Dr. Keerthi.

Okay, stop!

Keerthi...

you may please get up.

Now, tell me.

What did you see?

Umm...

a river...

Or...

- Now turn to your right.

- a lake...

Turn to your right a bit.

Now tell them.

Face them.

A river...

or...

a lake...

and then...

a tree... a boat...

two people...

and it's so cloudy...

full of...

dark clouds and all.

Lonappan, pull the fishing net.

It's gonna rain.

Master, I'm trying...

but couldn't pull it up.

Use your strength and pull it right.

Damn! Blame me for bringing

this useless guy!

Nah, not possible!

Something heavy is stuck in the net.

Get down and see.

Must be stuck in moss.

Yeah, I will.

- Is there anything in it?

- Yes!

- What?

- A large barrel!

- Barrel?!

- It has something inside it!

Then pick it up.

It's stuck inside the net!

Oh! I'll help.

You support it from the bottom.

Okay.

Pull it up

Come on, push

- Hold it!

- Master! Hold it! Hold it!

Argh!

Come

Stop goofing off; come quick.

Chandichan!

- What's it?

- Look!

Now tell me, who saw it first?

- Lonappan saw it first, sir.

- Yeah, me, sir.

Then you tell me.

What did you see?

That...

Don't be scared. Say it confidently.

When Chandichan and I went fishing,

this got tangled up in our net.

Okay, so you both went fishing

and this got trapped in your net, and then?

I couldn't pull it up by myself. So...

Since he couldn't pull it up alone,

I also helped him.

So you both pulled it together!

Carry on, carry on!

Then...

we dragged it to the shore!

So you both k*lled

and brought the corpse to the shore!

Yeah! Yeah!

- What?!

- Oh-no! Not like that!

- In fact, he's the one who saw it first!

- Him!

Who saw it?

He saw it.

Then I saw it.

Then we both saw it together.

And we all saw it!

Yeah, correct.

So, Lonappan, what did you exactly see?

Sir, do you have any clue

about who the deceased is?

Does this death have any

connection to the groups

associated with female trafficking

that operate as part of tourism?

I will tell you.

Move. Move.

Sir, please give us a reply.

Sir! The body was found concreted

inside a tar barrel.

They were the first to see it.

The forensic team has arrived.

They have started their work.

Okay.

The dead body is more than two months old.

The flesh is completely decayed.

The skull and the pelvis

are comparatively smooth.

This opening is called obturator foramen.

Triangle shaped.

And that is greater sciatic notch.

This opening is wide and shallow.

Both of these are seen only in women.

Which confirms...

the deceased is a woman.

These remains are more than four years old.

She was about 24-25 years old

at the time of her death.

There is a crack in the back of the skull.

But it's not that deep.

Both legs were folded and tied

to the hip,

then placed down into

the barrel and concreted.

That, too, while alive!

Death happened due to suffocation from

the concrete entering the nose and mouth.

Santhosh...

Take a list of female missing

cases during the period 2018-19.

The age category is 24-25.

Okay.

That green colour?

That's moss, sir.

No. That is, the clothes on her body

decomposed and stuck.

- Oh!

- What about this?

That's a plastic ball.

That... um...

there must be something inside it.

We've found two different fingerprints.

One male and one female.

One belonging to the k*ller and the

other to the k*lled! Simple!

- We don't know that.

- Then, how do we...

That's yours-I mean, the police's job,

not us-doctors'!

That's true.

It's a table tennis ball.

Xiom 40+

The one used by professional players?

Yeah. And that's not something everyone

carries around with them.

So, it's unusual and strange.

Maybe a vital piece to the case.

What the hell is happening here, Sreeram?!

First, someone dies in the police lockup!

Before that tapered off,

a woman was found inside a barrel!

Sir, the one who got k*lled

is a young woman.

The media won't sit tight.

It's my constituency.

And the elections are approaching.

The opposition would get on my nerves!

Sasi, erm, sir...

Tell me.

Saji, from the Youth Wing, is here.

Tell him to leave now and come back later.

But he is here to discuss

the collection of party funds.

In that case, let him in.

- ASP Sairam...

- Sir.

Barrel m*rder case.

You are in charge of the investigation.

Sir.

I want to leave the ministry

with dignity and pride when my tenure ends.

I don't want to hear your stories.

No matter what,

solve this case before the elections.

Lock someone behind bars.

Do you understand?

I'll do my level best, sir.

And then...

Don't go and put on a show

in front of the media personnel.

Okay, sir.

Please don't cause me any more trouble.

Sir.

Okay, all the best.

Thank you, sir.

Hey...

Sir.

What are you looking at?

Umm... t...tea!

Nothing, sir!

What excited me the most

about coming to this campus

for the workshop was

this old, empty, and stock-still mortuary.

In fact, I have been waiting

for the last one week to get here.

Strange, but the usual crowd

isn't here today.

The seventh day of the workshop!

The last day!

I expected more people.

Many of them are on duty.

Many people didn't come

out of fear.

It is a place of negative energy.

Many have felt the same.

Many problems have happened

due to that as well.

Swami, are you sure you want to do this?

Look, Mr. Potti,

I've gone through n number of

paranormal investigations and activities.

Like seeing or finding the soul,

the spirit

isn't mostly successful.

But sometimes, it becomes successful.

But I still keep exploring.

If there's a space on this campus

rumoured to be haunted,

how can I miss it?

Don't worry, Mr. Potti.

Trust me.

Sir...

this is an EMF meter, right?

Electro-Magnetic Field Detector.

With this, we can detect and measure

the fluctuations in the magnetic field.

According to paranormal theories,

the spirit, the energy, or the vibration,

whatever you call it,

has the ability

to manipulate the magnetic fields.

And it's true.

You said some investigations

would be successful

and some not.

Why is not every investigation successful?

Only a spirit that's similar

to our mind can communicate with us.

How can you be so sure?

From my experience!

My experiences!

That's what they taught me!

Keerthi, nothing is sure in this world,

including our lives!

Also, the experiences I've had might

not be what another person experiences.

Even that could change.

If you go to this old mortuary

and claim there's an energy or a spirit,

how can we blindly believe you?

Keerthi!

No!

Then you go.

No need to do it if you're scared.

This is not a coward's cup of tea!

I have no fear!

Keerthi, no!

You are not going!

No, sir. I'll go.

Hey, Keerthi...

Just a minute.

- Get up! Get up!

- Keerthi...

Keerthi...

Get up, Keerthi!

Are you okay now?

Let him chase ghosts or do his crazy

experiments in that wretched morgue!

Why did you have to

poke your nose into it?!

One little provocation,

and you jumped right in!

And now you're telling us you saw

a person, a shadow, a ball, and whatnot!

But I really saw it, Aravind!

And the EMF meter showed a reading as well!

Any slight variation

in the magnetic field

is enough to trigger

a reading on the EMF meter!

It doesn't require spirit!

Even lightning could give a reading!

But there was no lightning yesterday!

So, are you trying to say

that there's a spirit there?

I don't know.

Why bother with things you don't know?

Keerthi...

Keerthi...

Keerthi...

Not being sure about

what's real and what's an imagination

is a confused mental state!

Given the symptoms,

it is likely to be a delusional disorder!

Hey, there's nothing to worry about.

Since it's in its early stages,

we can quickly treat and cure it.

I recommend the psychiatrist,

Dr. Prakash!

Oh-no! Seems like there's an emergency!

I am off.

This is not a tar barrel.

It's a bitumen primer barrel.

This compound is mostly used

on construction sites.

For waterproofing, concrete priming, etc.

These markings on the outer surface

of the barrel...

batch number, manufacturing date,

and the manufacturer's name,

Acuro Chemicals.

A Japanese company.

When we contacted the company,

they verified that it was

a batch sent to India.

To whom?

The company will only provide

the import details

after getting approval from

senior management.

I am following up.

Sir, according to

the National Crime Records Bureau,

till 2018, more than three lakh people

have gone missing from India.

About 50,000 of them are women.

Almost 70% of them

are between the ages of 18 and 30.

Sir, if we could filter this data,

maybe we can...

Sai, this is a tourist destination.

Lakhs of people from inside and

outside India visit here every year.

So, how can we be sure that

the girl who got k*lled is a Keralite?

We can't be sure of that, sir.

Moreover, a big sex racket

is operating here

under the guise of houseboat tourism.

Thousands of girls are brought

from different parts of the country

for this purpose.

Many of them do not even have an ID card.

Unfortunately, the government does

nothing against this sex racket.

The media is also silent about it.

And we also don't take any action.

How can we, sir?

Our state heavily relies on tourism

as a major source of income.

If we get involved in this matter,

that income would decrease.

Ah! Is that our concern now, Sathya?

Definitely not, sir!

But can't hide the facts as well.

None of this would have been

actually necessary

if we could have matched

the obtained fingerprint with Aadhaar;

we might have found

either the deceased or the k*ller.

But we can't!

Because of the Aadhaar Act!

Who knows why such rules are made!

Our entire system is not fair, sir.

Is there

anything fair you have to say?

Sai...

The minister entrusted you with this case

with my sole assurance.

- Don't prove me wrong.

- Sir.

We are on the move.

Within the said time,

before the election, the

investigation will be completed.

You have my word.

We can arrange girls

of any age, madam.

We have tender girls

between the ages of 22-32.

The rates are:

5000 rupees for an hour.

15,000 rupees for the whole night.

25,000 rupees for twenty-four hours.

We've got both dusky and fair ones, madam.

Will do everything.

Yeah, they'll do everything.

Madam, please wait.

I'll send someone over there.

Okay, madam.

I'll send someone in the evening.

ASP Sairam.

Crime branch.

Circle Inspector-

Sathyan.

Have you seen this?

- I have seen it, sir, in the TV news.

- Oh, TV...

The one who ordered

this 250 litre-bitumen primer barrel

from Acuro Chemicals,

a Japanese company, on December 9, 2017

was a company in Kerala

called Chemistry Solutions.

On January 15, 2018,

it was delivered to

Chemistry Solutions proprietor Jayan.

It isn't like something you don't get

here. Then why import from Japan?

These kinds of things

weren't available in India back then.

So we had to get it from outside.

Also, contractors

and engineers are the ones

who use this.

One of them might have

bought this from the shop, sir.

So, you aren't the k*ller?

Oh-no, sir.

I'm someone who leads a decent life.

I don't have any connections to

these sex rackets.

We didn't say anything of the sort, Jayan.

I said so because you see

those coming on the TV news.

Oh, you watch the news?

Do you have a lighter?

Yes, sir.

Here.

So, Jayan, for this item you ordered,

if someone bought it from you,

we need the details of that buyer.

We don't keep a list of the people

who buy products from the shop.

I could've helped if

it were from recent times.

But how will we dig up

something from 3-4 years ago?

When these contractors and engineers

call you asking for materials,

don't you usually deliver them to the site?

So, won't you have

their names and phone numbers?

We would be more than happy if we could

get a list for the year 2018.

The details of the people who

purchased from the shop were in a diary.

But it was lost in the 2018 floods.

Oh-no, such a poor guy, isn't he, sir?

Let's take him with us.

If we hang him upside down

and insert an iron rod inside

him, he will speak more properly.

No, sir. I did nothing,

and I know nothing.

- Why are you harming me?

- Jayan, come here.

You've got three days.

We have only you

to point fingers at now.

If you can point your fingers

at anyone else,

then you are lucky.

Otherwise, we will pick you up.

It will be in the news.

You'll lose your decency and honour.

Good luck.

Jayan, if you are the one who did this,

then we will infuse your "Chemistry"

with a dose of "Physics",

and in the process,

this body of yours will shed

all traces of its "Biology"!

Do you understand?

See, Kerala police!

Beware!

Haven't you slept?

Didn't you pack

these pickles and brines?

Grandma, is there any truth in spirits?

Can we see it?

You never believed in

these kinds of things.

Why suddenly now?

Answer my question.

Did any spirits come

beside you while doing a post-mortem?

Do you believe in God, dear?

I believe that there is a creator.

You haven't seen that creator, have you?

Still, you believe there's someone.

It's the same with spirit.

The heartbeat of a child starts

when a spirit enters its body.

It's said that the time of death

is decided at that very moment.

Both the body and the spirit

have the same lifespan.

Then, about spirits not getting redempted?

The spirit, too, grows as our body does.

If the body dies

without completing its course,

the spirit will be alone.

Those spirits that are left alone

will be around

till their time comes.

My child's soul would also be

around here.

Who the heck is it

this early in the morning?!

Ruining my sleep!

What is it?

What is it?

What happened?

WHAT IS IT?

There-

No-no!

- Don't open it.

- Leave me.

Move away. Let me see.

There's nobody there.

You are crazy.

Scaring others as well!

With her damn ball!

k*lled my sleep

and my day.

First time at the mortuary,

then this morning,

on the way to my room.

But no one other than me

can see or hear this.

I'm not understanding a thing.

I'm totally confused.

Like someone is following me-

is it a spirit

or something else?

I don't know.

Can you please help me?

Spirit...

It could be

or could not be.

Look, Keerthi.

To see and hear a spirit,

to know it,

is not something that's

possible for everyone.

If Keerthi is able to do so,

take it as a blessing.

Didn't I tell you when

I visited the campus?

Only to similar minds

will spirits communicate.

If Keerthi's suspicions are true,

if the one that's following you

is a spirit,

that spirit will have something

to communicate with you.

Right?

- Right.

- Right.

If that spirit held

any grudge or vengeance

against you, it would

already have attacked you.

It didn't, did it?

It didn't.

Wait.

Next time,

without any fear,

just face it.

Who is it?

Why?

Try to understand.

You can trust the dead

more than the living.

Be brave.

You are okay, right?

Yes. Don't worry.

Is your madness over?

Mad was your-

Go take a shower.

You stink!

There's no time, and

one needs to shower. Pfft!

Now-

Didn't the power go now?

Power go?

No.

What the heck happened to her?

I'm going to change the room.

If I continue here, I'll go crazy as well.

- Come on!

- Up! Up!

Yes!

'Sara... Sara... Sara...'

'This opening is called'

'obturator foramen.'

'Triangle shaped.'

'And that is greater sciatic notch.'

'Both of these are seen only in women.'

'Which confirms...'

the deceased is a woman.

'It was a few days before this tournament'

'that I got to know Sara.'

'Sara was really special.'

'Everyone at the college liked her.'

'The moment we meet her,'

'we quickly sense a close connection.'

'We, the first years' in the hostel,'

'were scared of Saturdays.'

'They might be coming at

some time during the night.'

'To abduct any of us.'

'Their style wasn't about'

'making us dance or sing

like the usual ragging,'

'but scaring us.'

'When we learned that

they were coming,'

'the usual routine was

to lock ourselves up in our rooms.'

'But that day,

I fell right into their hands.'

Das bro,

shouldn't we tell him the details?

Of course.

Hey, Aravind,

do you know where we are taking you?

- Mm.

- Eh?

- Haa.

- Where?

Old mortuary.

Haa, old mortuary.

It was earlier used as a place

for dumping unclaimed bodies.

People who committed suicide,

people who were m*rder*d,

people of that kind.

Once, a first-year student like you,

while passing that way,

heard the sound of a girl

crying from the mortuary.

When that guy rushed inside

to check who it was, he saw nobody.

When he tried to open

the door of the mortuary to get out,

he couldn't open that as well.

And what did the watchman

see when he came there the next day?

There, he lies.

Some luck, he didn't die.

But then people stopped going there,

especially at night.

It's a very dangerous place.

Who's that?

- Is everything set?

- Yes.

Hey!

- Come out.

- Come.

- I'm asking you to come out.

- Come.

Come.

Walk.

Hey, did you tell him everything?

I'll tell you what to do after going

inside the mortuary.

Look. A similar ball is somewhere

inside the mortuary.

Brother, just go inside the mortuary,

find the ball, and bring it back.

Just that. Simple.

Please... please...

Don't be so scared, yaar.

Shouldn't you have

some courage as a doctor?

You could only hold the scalpel

without any shivers, then, right?

Don't waste the time, then.

Come on.

- Go.

- Stop whimpering and walk.

Come here.

Come on.

- Shouldn't we get rid of your fear, dear?

- Please, no...

- Move properly, man.

- Please...

Come on, walk.

Yes!

Don't be afraid. We are here.

Search bravely.

Shanu, I don't want to hear a word.

I have been telling you guys many times

not to play this game

that scares these kids.

- Never obey me!

- Yes, sir.

Eh? What?

We won't obey you, sir.

Don't giggle. This is no joke.

I'm damn serious.

Do you get me?

If something were to happen

to this idiot yesterday at the mortuary,

I would be the one held accountable.

You are not mere MBBS students;

you are all doctors,

professionals.

At least show some

maturity because of that.

- Hey, Velappan!

- Sir.

If you ever were to

guzzle the drinks they offer

and be a part of this hooliganism,

I'd make you sit at home

without a pension!

Wherever you work,

you turn out to be useless!

- Oh- no, Potti sir...

- Sir...

If Velappan is guilty, then you, too, are.

This hooliganism you mentioned now-

who gave us the idea for that first?

- Who?

- You yourself.

When? How?

You have even told us that

while you were in college,

the seniors locked you up in the mortuary

and made you clean it and all.

And you repeated that in a recent

TV interview as well.

- Yes, you did.

- Did I?

What's the connection

between that and this?

Of course, there is a connection.

Aren't you the one who always says

doctors should be courageous?

What your seniors did to you

back then to make you brave,

we did to this idiot

with slight modifications.

Oh, my dear kids, things aren't

the same as before.

The times have changed.

The law has changed.

If this idiot goes to the police

and files a complaint

or even writes a post on Facebook,

all of you will be damned.

I'll lose my job as well.

Shouldn't this idiot file

a complaint for that?

Do you have any complaints?

Huh?

Do you have any complaints?

Didn't you hear me?

You should tell us right now

if you have any complaints.

Do you have any?

- N-- No, sir.

- Sure, right?

Haa, yes, sir.

Since the problem is solved,

shall we leave, Potti sir?

Haa, go.

- Thank you, sir.

- Oh!

Come

Haa, great!

So, you heard nothing?

As if I have nothing else to do!

You heard, right?

- Inquilab Zindabad!

- Inquilab Zindabad!

- Students Unity Zindabad!

- Students Unity Zindabad!

The inauguration of 52 organic canteens,

including the one

at this school, has happened.

Let the children eat good food.

One minute, sir.

- Greetings, sir.

- Greetings.

Bring back the doctors

who have been transferred

or appoint new doctors.

It's been two months of talks

with the college management.

They are saying it's a delay on your end.

We have sent you a petition

citing this demand.

It's been 18 days

since that petition was sent.

We haven't received even a reply till now.

Have you seen that or what?

How will he? He hardly has any

time after all these inaugurations.

The minister might not have seen it.

Thousands of patients flock into

a government hospital each day.

It's not only due to

the free treatment

but also because they believe there

are good doctors.

When you transfer experienced

doctors to new medical colleges,

the ones who treat the patients

at the already existing medical colleges

are the least experienced

PG doctors, inexperienced house surgeons,

and other medical students.

Show the same attention the health

minister gives to increasing the number of

medical colleges by appointing

doctors in these colleges as well.

Otherwise, we will go on indefinite strike.

There will be no treatment

at the medical college.

Then, the ones who will be

protesting will be your voters.

The elections are approaching, sir.

It would be better to

resolve the matter quickly.

I understand your difficulties.

Aren't these governmental affairs?

Everything will only go through a system.

It's because your system isn't right that

people give up and

leave the country frustrated,

looking for better education,

jobs, and healthcare.

- Shyam...

- Sir?

The time is up.

Move away!

- Sir, you can't leave like that.

- Move away!

Sir, please stop, sir.

- Sir, please.

- Move away!

Sir, please don't leave.

- Bring the doctors back.

- Sir, you can't leave.

- Inquilab Zindabad!

- Charge!

- Sir... sir...

- Inquilab Zindabad!

[Protesters chanting slogans]

We are watching visuals from the police

baton charge on the medical students

who blocked the health

minister returning from

a canteen inauguration at Mullackal School.

"Doctors' Strike at

Government Medical Colleges Ends"

"PG Doctors' Protests Succeed:

Victory Secured!"

"PG Doctors' Strike Linked to

Anti-Governmental Politics: AYFI"

"PG Doctors' Protests Succeed:

Victory Secured!"

[News on TV]

'The Barrel m*rder Case Unravels.'

'The medical student

who went missing four years ago,'

'Sara Eapen, was brutally m*rder*d.'

'A series of events that

shook the entire human race'

'is what Kerala is witnessing right now.'

'The remains were found

concreted inside a barrel.'

'From the table tennis found among those,'

'and the fingerprints on it,'

'the forensic team confirmed that

it was Sara who was m*rder*d.'

'She was k*lled four years ago'

'which was also confirmed'

'by forensic surgeon

Dr. Narayana Acharya Murthy.'

'On March 24, 2018, at midnight,'

'the PG student at Medical College,'

'Sara Eapen went missing.'

'This m*rder happened'

'Home Minister Saseendran

Mullackal pointed out that'

'this m*rder happened during

the term of LDP government.'

'He also added that

this is a success of the Home Ministry's'

'ingenuity and efficiency.'

'If the investigation is

not wrapped up quickly,'

'will come forth with vigorous protests,'

'said the Indian Medical Association.'

'Who is behind this m*rder

that startled the conscience of Kerala?'

'Why was this m*rder committed?'

'When mom called yesterday,'

'she asked about you, Sara.'

'We are from the same hometown;'

'are RC (Roman Catholics);'

we are doctors;

if Sara is fine;

I'm already committed.

"Why did you leave without a word"

"Lost to fate's cruel blaze?"

"Your sweet chirps, like soft rain"

Did Shaji sir propose to you yesterday?

Haa, yes.

Did you tell him

you had someone else?

Yes, I did.

You were kidding, right?

No.

No, I wasn't.

'Ma'am, shall I do the same?'

'- Yes.'

- But-

"Searching for you,

unaware of the stories"

"Have embers engulfed the moonlight?"

"Will darkness persist until my life's end?"

"Why did you leave without a word"

"Lost to fate's cruel blaze?"

Walk fast, man.

Unfortunately, Kanmani

had a night shift this month.

It's fun only when she's around.

Get lost, man.

Your man is a Christian, isn't he?

What's your problem, whoever he is?

Nothing's at stake for you.

Don't irritate me by

asking these frequently.

If I feel like telling you,

then I'll do so.

Got it?

Take him carefully. Go slowly.

Careful.

- Hey!

- Don't be adamant!

You will get beat by me!

So you have someone.

Haa, yes.

Hey, go slowly.

"Have embers engulfed the moonlight?"

"Will darkness persist until my life's end?"

"Why did you leave without a word"

"Lost to fate's cruel blaze?"

Where are you off to?

Where are you off to with the bag?

To Nelliyampathy.

For a medical camp.

When will you come back?

After 5-6 days.

Five or six?!

Why do you want to know?

Hey, I didn't come to see you show off.

I came to tell you something.

He is not Christian,

but Muslim.

I don't care about religion or caste.

I know it isn't an issue for you as well.

Still, you think seriously.

It's about our life, though.

Shouldn't make the wrong decisions.

When you come back from the camp,

do bring an answer for me!

Okay?

You may leave.

"In every tear I shed"

"Your face shines gently like a bright flame"

"Have embers engulfed the moonlight?"

"Will darkness persist until my life's end?"

Wasn't it you?

"Have embers engulfed the moonlight?"

"Will darkness persist until my life's end?"

- Sir, what is it? I did nothing.

- What did we do, sir?

- Sir, I have no connection with this.

- Sir, please.

'Come, man. Come.'

'Get in.

Start the vehicle.'

- Shanu-

- What is it?

Sara is not to be seen.

She is missing.

Enough, sir.

He will die.

Get lost!

You guys took the girl--

did you lock her up somewhere

or divide and feast on her?

Sir, don't talk nonsense.

You move away!

Hey!

- Get up!

- Sir, please don't do anything.

Sir, please don't hit him.

Sir, please don't hit the boys.

Come here.

I'm not beating the boys.

Shall I beat you instead?

- Get lost!

- Sir, oh-no!

You guys can feast-

the issue is with me saying that, isn't it?

Come here!

- Sir, please don't beat me.

- Shut up!

'Sir, please don't.

Please, sir.'

Keerthi-

May I come in?

Searched in various cities;

searched here and there.

Pointlessly!

Five years!

Lost all hopes.

I couldn't tell her.

Before that,

she was k*lled.

Who?

Why?

Need to find that out.

The police are investigating.

They investigated a lot before!

Other than Kunju and Dasan

being picked up and thrashed,

the court let them go

due to a lack of evidence.

The court asked to investigate further;

who will investigate, huh!

They only know to follow orders.

Sit.

The fingerprints on the ball were Sara's-

How did you know?

The thing is,

he said,

you get some

hallucinations,

and...

you want me to believe that?

I don't want anybody to believe anything.

Coming here getting drunk!

Take him away, Aravind!

Shanu ikka...

Shanu ikka, come.

Shanu ikka, come.

- Shanu ikka-

- Get off me.

- Leave.

- Get up.

Come, walk.

Walk.

Sorry, Keerthi.

Sara-

'It's a table tennis ball.'

'Xiom 40+'

Xi-xi-

Xi-omm-

Xiom 40+

March 23

Students of Mullackal Government

Higher Secondary School

who suffered food poisoning

from the organic canteen

were admitted

to the Medical College.

Come.

Das!

Where are the students?

- Which students?

- Mullackal School Food Poisoning Case.

Nobody has been

admitted here connected to that.

Check the message, Das.

O, Kanmani! How many messages

of this kind do we see on a daily basis?

It might be fake news.

Didn't I tell you then

that it might be fake?

When?

Erm... I wanted to say.

Oh-no! Ouch!

Oh-no! O, mother!

Kuncheria, bring the stretcher!

- Oh-no, it's hurting.

- Careful.

- I can't! Oh-no!

- Take him in.

'In that vehicle, there.'

'Bring them fast. Come on.'

'No huge tragedy of the kind you describe

has happened here.'

'All the students are

out of critical condition'

and lying there merrily,

eating and sipping drinks.

- Isn't that so?

- Yes.

Still, what really happened

will be found out

through a transparent investigation.

That's this government's policy, for sure.

- Kanmani?

- Yes?

I'm going to the room.

Will you be coming now?

No, you go ahead.

I'll come later.

[On TV] 'One of the students

admitted to the Medical College'

'with food poisoning from the

organic canteen at Mullackal School died.'

'Class V student Kalidas

was the one who died.'

'Due to food poisoning

from the organic canteen'

'at Mullackal School,

around 100 students were admitted'

'to the Medical College last day.'

'What happened here was the failure

of the Mission Organic Kerala project'

'implemented by the LDP government.'

'The opposition demanded that'

'the health minister, Thomas Luka, resign'

'after taking responsibility

for the incident.'

'Mullackal Government Higher

Secondary School was in tears'

'after the tragic incident

that shook the state.'

'Due to the lethargic attitude

of the ruling class'

'which totally disregards

the lives of the kids,'

'we lost'

'the life of Kalidas, a Class V student.'

Oh my dear, son

My dear son

Oh, my son

Propofol.

Propofol.

How did this anaesthetic drug

come into the ward?

It is not a drug accessible

to the common person.

See this.

It's a message that came

to the doctors' group.

Students of Mullackal Government

Higher Secondary School

who suffered food poisoning

from the organic canteen

were admitted

to the Medical College.

We came to the emergency cell

after seeing this message.

But nobody was admitted there at that time.

It was only after some time

they rushed in.

A message comes in about getting

admitted even before that happens.

Not in one group, but many WhatsApp groups.

That too, at the same time.

This is a m*rder.

And very much preplanned.

And I'm sure, doctor,

there is a medical person involved.

A criminal mind who did such cruelty,

whoever that be amidst us,

we have to find that out.

And there's something big

hiding behind this crime, doctor.

Some bloody big plan.

'Sara recorded all her findings'

'on Kalidas' death in her email.'

'But she hasn't sent mail to anyone.'

'So it lied there all these years

as a draft mail.'

'She might have waited for

Dr. Rebecca's confirmation.'

'But before receiving any confirmation,'

'she was k*lled.'

Michael Jackson also died

from the same drug.

If overdosed, respiratory failure

followed by cardiac arrest.

Why wasn't it found during the post-mortem?

Normally, when you do a post-mortem,

we don't specifically test

for anaesthetic drugs like these.

Only if a suspicion or doubt

is pointed out,

we do a check.

Sara pointed it out.

Rebecca didn't say it.

Potti sir didn't see it.

Potti sir won't do that.

I don't believe it.

This post-mortem report is cooked up.

We shouldn't let them get

away with it, Shanu ikka.

Don't jump to conclusions.

I won't, brother.

Let's go in order.

Madam might have forgotten old stuff.

She will remember.

She should.

Between 2017 and 2018,

1201 construction projects happened here.

671 of those

started after March 25.

To be precise,

after August 16.

In the Malayalam month of Chingam.

350 were completed before March 25.

This is the list for the remaining 180.

The names of the companies

of the fifteen contractors

given by Chemistry Jayan

are marked with red ink.

72 companies.

Since Chemistry Jayan's

fingerprint wasn't a match,

who is next, sir?

Let's not let go of Jayan.

If he didn't commit the crime alone,

if he had a partner in crime,

what if the fingerprint on

the ball belongs to him?

Sir.

Shyam,

In the crime records,

the case file for Sara Eapen's

missing is not to be seen.

What should I do about that?

Oh, didn't you investigate the case?

- Tell me the truth-did you sell it?

- Sir, you're poking me.

You are sitting in the Cyber Cell

because you got poked too much.

- Lucky you didn't get a suspension!

- Suspension would've been better.

I didn't become a police officer

to sit at the desk.

Let the elections get over;

I'll come back.

To knock down who?

Sir, that as*h*le pimped out

his own sister.

I didn't do it to k*ll him,

but he was meant to die.

Within hours after Sara Eapen's missing,

four were taken into custody.

Dr. Kuncheria,

Dr. Das, Bony,

and watchman Velappan.

The person who took them into custody-

SI Shyam Lal.

Am I right?

What next?

Sara Eapen's mail?

Shanu ikka,

she saw it.

She stopped her class and left.

She is panicked.

She is calling Potti to inform him.

That's not Potti sir.

There's a problem.

You come there immediately.

I have been noticing since morning

that you seem to be very disturbed.

Is there any issue, dear?

No.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Keerthi, don't step out.

This is a m*rder

and very much pre planned.

We need to identify

the criminal mind among us

responsible for committing such cruelty.

We should inform the police.

no, leave it.

If this incident comes to light

it will damage the hospital's credibility.

Let us first inform Potti sir first.

Let him decide what to do.

Till then, keep it just between you and me.

Hello, doctor?

Sir.

No fingerprints.

No external interference.

Prima facie, it's a suicide.

But-

But strange,

- right?

- Yeah.

Rebecca called you, doctor, and

asked you to come to the farmhouse.

What you saw on reaching the

farmhouse was a m*rder*d Rebecca.

And you think it's suicide.

It was he who k*lled her.

- It's not me.

- Then?

I don't know.

See, doctor,

Rebecca's time of death based

on the post-mortem report

and your time of arrival at the

farmhouse as per CCTV footage-

they both match.

- I need my lawyer.

- Pah!

Did you think this is the United States

to ask for a lawyer, pfft?

Don't play games with the Kerala police.

- I know my rights.

- His damn rights!

Sir, if I could get a chance to

squeeze his lefts and rights out,

he would spew everything out.

Shall I?

No.

Doctor is someone who knows

the law and rights well.

He has walked around courts too much,

right?

Okay.

Dr. Kuncheria can go.

Sir!

Doctor!

Sara m*rder case-

the investigation is in its final stages.

Ask your lawyer to be ready.

Good luck.

Everything's fine.

Doctor, I want to go home.

I want to go home.

Of course, you can.

Let's go tomorrow.

Get a sound sleep today.

Okay?

- Good night.

- Good night.

- There are no issues, right, doctor?

- No.

He will be fine once

he wakes up after a sleep.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Hello!

- Doctor, shall I give this?

- Yes, doctor.

I'll come now. In a second.

Yes, this is fine.

Haa, Kuncheria!

Come.

- Sit.

- What's it, madam?

Sit down.

How are those kids from

Mullackal School doing now?

All are fine, doctor.

Nothing to worry about.

Perfect.

Akbar.

Akbar Ahmed.

Managing Director,

Miracle Ads Pvt. Ltd.

See, Rebecca.

We don't have much time.

So, as planned,

the things should be done quickly.

Must be done.

[Pupil of Mullackal School Passes Away]

In the next hour, this news

should be circulated throughout the state.

We need doctor's help for that.

You didn't get it?

See, here.

Who should come here-

you should decide that now, doctor.

What?

Kuncheria,

- Who's he? What's he saying?

- Kuncheria, relax.

- Kuncheria, relax. Let me talk.

- What's to talk about?

Listen to me. Let me tell you

everything. Then you decide.

What's there to listen to?

Doctor, relax.

Sit down!

You don't have to be worried.

Everything will happen as planned.

Aey, chill.

Take a chill pill.

2 crores.

A small advance.

Rebecca.

Kuncheria didn't say anything?

What should I say?

Are you all happy now

after dragging me into this?

Kuncheria.

Since Kuncheria and Sara are pretty close,

if Kuncheria talks to Sara, maybe

No maybes.

You know how Sara is, don't you, doctor?

If she learns I'm involved,

she will finish me first.

So, then, Sara

can't be brought to our side?

Don't even think of it.

Sara will only do what she thinks is right.

Whoever is on the other end.

There will be no compromise.

If that's the case, then

Sara, too, should be finished off.

- Must be finished off.

- HEY!

Kuncheria!

Kuncheria, let go.

Let go of him.

Let go.

I don't need your money

or anything else.

Leave me alone.

I'm not in for this game.

Goodbye!

Kalidas was k*lled

after injecting with the wrong medicine.

The one who k*lled him-

Dr. Kuncheria Kappan.

Medical Negligence.

Damn!

That's bad news.

All fortunes to come-

career, family, friends-

everything will go up in a puff of smoke.

That's not good news either, doctor.

You made a hasty decision one time,

and you k*lled a 10-year-old kid.

You're a smart kid.

You know what to do.

If you make a good decision,

it will be good for you.

No!

Enough, Shanu ikka.

He'll die.

This pig should die!

- Ugh!

- Didn't I tell you not to?

I said don't.

He k*lled your brother for money.

You shouldn't have-

Shanu-

Please, it just happened.

Please don't do anything.

My Sara, you-

I'll k*ll this scoundrel today!

- Come here!

- Shanu!

- Shanu ikka, enough!

- Shanu, don't.

Shanu!

Shanu ikka, enough beating him.

Move!

- Leave me!

- Move!

Stop! Enough!

Enough beating him.

Shanu ikka-

Shanu ikka, stay!

Shanu ikka-

So, right before these deaths happened,

you had this vision.

You saw them die!

And...

you think Sara's the k*ller?

I know.

Aha! You know.

Keerthi senses.

Sara kills.

That's a strong connection.

The next death

could happen in the very next moment.

And she is using me.

We have to stop that.

See, Keerthi,

Sara needs justice.

You should bring the culprits

to light as soon as possible.

Let the law punish them.

Sara might as well stop then.

That's the right way.

Right before Dr. Rebecca

and Dr. Kuncheria were k*lled,

this black gypsy was following them.

These are the recordings from the

CCTV in front of Rebecca's farmhouse.

Even in the CCTV visuals from

the college computer lab,

he is there.

Three minutes.

Accesses Sara's email account,

sends an email to Rebecca, and

hurries out.

- Who is he?

- Dr. Shanavas Abubakar.

Formal medical resident,

Government Medical College.

Sir, the email was sent

on April 18, 2023.

But the email creation date

is March 24,

The WhatsApp screenshot

that was on it was

taken on the same date.

There is evidence, sir.

Sir, Rebecca's death

was suicide by slashing the throat.

Severed carotid arteries

led to instant death.

Likewise, the heavy injury from

the train collision is

Kuncheria's cause of death.

Both were suicides.

And that's what post-mortem says.

Neither the police nor a court

can prove otherwise, sir.

The teacher who betrayed the trust.

The friend who stabbed from behind.

Those were relationships, sir.

The relationship between

these two started only five years ago.

To be exact, after Sara was k*lled.

The WhatsApp chats and

call recordings between the two

were completely problematic.

Before this Barrel m*rder Case

of ours started,

they were in great tension.

'Sara's body was found.'

'Did Akbar call?'

'The police found out that it was

Sara who was k*lled.'

'What did Akbar say?'

'Akbar says...

everything is okay.'

'Everything is under control.'

'Akbar will take care.'

Akbar... Akbar... Akbar...

Akbar Ahmed.

Managing Director, Miracle Ads

Pvt. Ltd.

Political PR Specialist.

In the last assembly elections,

they did the PR work for

7 major candidates of KDF.

One of them:

Saseendran Mullackal.

The students of Mullackal School

were admitted to Medical College

on March 23, 2018.

It was on that day that

Kalidas was k*lled.

To be exact,

three days prior to

the Assembly Elections.

The already-set breaking news stories

that came soon after were

'Kalidas dies of food poisoning',

'Poison served at

Thomas Luka's Organic Canteen', and so on.

State-wide agitation by the opposition,

effigy burning,

reversal of votes...

Comrade Luka failed;

they k*lled an innocent kid;

they also k*lled the doctor

who found that out;

and Saseendran won.

What a pity!

Only with the name Akbar,

you jumped to the conclusion that

it's Akbar of Miracle Ads!

And the Home Minister is the

prime suspect!

The elections are coming.

Don't cook up stories

and try to squeeze in

your politics, Sathya.

What politics for sl*ves, sir?

The higher-ups can do whatever they like;

menials like us should

shut our mouths and stand down!

- What a pity!

- Sathyan!

- Mind your tongue!

- Sorry, sir.

If you take action without

lucid evidence,

the department will finally

end up taking heat.

Sir, deaths will happen.

We have to move fast.

If not, we will end up on escort for

the Home Minister's funeral

procession before the elections.

The fate is death.

- That will happen.

- It shouldn't.

- We should tighten the minister's security.

- Sir.

- Cover all corners.

- Sir.

Marriage, funerals...

Wherever he goes asking for votes,

- Sai, it's your responsibility.

- Sure, sir.

They are wrongdoers, Keerthi.

- Your brother, Sara...

- It's true,

but I can't knowingly stand

in support of another crime.

Whoever she is, she is k*lling people.

I can't agree to that.

The decision is to k*ll.

Whether Sara could

or couldn't.

Don't talk like a criminal.

We are doctors.

We heal people, not k*ll.

Nab that Shanavas soon.

- Okay.

- Don't let the public know.

[NEWS ON TV]

'The Barrel m*rder Case Takes a New Turn'

'The mastermind behind Sara's m*rder was'

'Akbar Ahmed, MD of Miracle Ads,'

'says Dr. Kuncheria, another accomplice,'

'in his confessional video.'

'The video came out through a

Facebook post by Dr. Keerthi,'

'an MD student at the Medical College.'

'Does the political m*rder of

Sara and Kalidas'

'point fingers at the'

'Home Minister?'

I heard that Dr. Kuncheria

jumped before an express

train and k*lled himself.

Now will you also say

that I k*lled and dumped him there?

Sir, the opposition accuses

Sara and Kalidas of being

victims of a conspiracy

plotted by your party

and Akbar Ahmed, the MD of Miracle Ads,

for your success

in the last assembly elections.

Hey, man! This is the LDP playing

dirty politics

after learning that

they will fail in the elections.

Don't be fooled into thinking

this will make people lose trust in me.

Neither I nor the party

have any role in this.

The police are investigating.

Let them investigate.

If, in fact, Akbar is guilty,

he will definitely be punished.

The gypsy was last spotted at

- MC Road, Gandhi Junction.

- Towards?

Ramapuram.

The gypsy which passed

Gandhi Junction at 5.40,

hasn't reached Ramapuram

even at 6.36.

No, it's him.

Dr. Shanavas.

Yeah, I'm good, but I'm...

I mean, he's playing the

same old tricks, but

listen, listen...

I need an escape plan.

Yeah, just figure out an escape-

Just get me out of here, please.

Yeah, just-just get--

You k*lled Sara,

for minister, Saseendran.

I'll k*ll both

you and him for Sara.

You might remember this, don't you?

The same drug that k*lled Kalidas.

Propofol.

But this is double the dose.

This much is needed for your body.

- Sir, the details of this mobile number,

- Trace the location.

Fast, fast.

Ramya, how are things?

Sir, he's not caught on any cameras.

He didn't return the same way

he came.

Ramya, isn't this what you always say?

- Concentrate and work!

- Sir.

- Sir?

- Eh?

What is it, Riya?

We got this when we retrieved

the data from Akbar's phone.

My god!

The phone is switched off.

We can't find the location.

There's no need for that now.

Trace this number.

Sir... this?

Doctor, please

Doctor, let me speak

Didn't you take Sara from here?

You tortured her a lot, didn't you?

Lie down still, you, dog!

- Hello!

- Sir, right like you doubted.

The male fingerprint on the ball,

is not a match to Akbar's.

It matches-

Your route till now is very correct.

Rebecca, Kuncheria,

Akbar.

Miracle Ads

is my company.

And minister Saseendran Mullackal

is my client.

The success of the client

is very important for the company.

And I'll do anything for that.

The party was sure that Saseendran

won't win in the last elections.

I made him win.

Neither Saseendran nor the party

knows how he won.

There's no need for them

to know that as well.

You know why?

That's a company policy.

In the upcoming elections,

he will lose.

Because of you.

The reputation of my company

that I made through all these years,

you destroyed it.

The corrupt used to

pump in crores, you, morons!

Everything's gone!

I never wanted

your brother to be the one to die.

Any kid was fine.

But your brother got the ticket.

Then, Sara-

she interfered in matters

she wasn't supposed to.

We tried if we could bribe her,

but couldn't.

What else can I do then?

I had to do it.

You...

Get off!

Get off!

Get off!

[chanting prayers]

- Let me leave, then?

- Okay.

See you.

- Okay.

- Okay.