A STRANGE STORY
In the late '90s,
the case of Kumar, an insurance agent
who was poisoned with a banana,
was filled with unexpected twists.
The very day his wife heard of his death,
she hanged herself.
At that time,
their son was barely 8 years old.
A child who had endured enough trauma
to shatter his sanity
spent 25 years
preparing the stage for his revenge.
Now known as the Banana k*ller,
his story of vengeance is one for the ages.
[brooding, mysterious music playing]
[scooter sputtering]
[scooter engine revving]
[leaves and twigs crackling underfoot]
[ominous music plays]
[music intensifies]
[choked whimpers]
Can you...
spare me...
at least in this movie?
You can't, right?
[tense music rises]
- [blunt weapon striking flesh]
- [blood splattering]
[brooding music plays]
- [splash of blood]
- [high-pitched squeal of a rabbit]
[ominous music continues]
[tense music playing]
MARANAMASS
[News presenter]
Hang your head in shame, Kerala!
After Ripper Chandran's killings,
Kerala is now gripped by
a fresh wave of gruesome serial killings,
shaking the very conscience of humanity!
Two people have been m*rder*d
within just two weeks.
We are aware of the news reports
suggesting the involvement
of a serial k*ller.
In the ceaseless cadence of existence,
as the rhythm of one man
driving a hammer into another's skull rises,
witnessing the wailing
of a 'Woeful Cavendish' banana's journey
to its destined end, the stomach,
and yet another luminous soul
fades into the abyss.
This means 52 people will be k*lled
in a year
and 520 in ten years.
Now, to discuss these
ongoing serial murders in detail,
we have with us the renowned psychologist,
Umesh Peethambaran.
Both recent killings
share a disturbing pattern,
bananas stuffed into the victim's mouth
and deep blade wounds on the body.
To discuss this further,
we have an ex-serial k*ller with us.
Sir...
The bananas stuffed
in the mouth and the violence...
these are our...
Ah... ah... no... I mean...
these are not random acts
but their signature protest
against the world.
[News on TV] Bringing agricultural crops
like bananas, jackfruits,
pineapples, zapotas, pears and others
into this can be considered as
a strong statement of protest
against the government.
[Video on mobile] Our everyday evening prayers have
now been rescheduled to noon for safety.
[News presenter] The 70-year-old man, Rajan,
who mistakenly k*lled his own son,
suspecting him to be the serial k*ller,
has died by suicide.
Fear of the serial k*ller
has claimed four lives,
while the k*ller himself
has only taken two.
[ominous score playing]
[man] Mom, can we pause this wrestling match
and listen to the news for a moment?
There's a serial k*ller on the loose!
[woman] Serial k*ller, my foot!
Did you see that?
[WWE match playing on TV]
Do you even know who they are?
They're siblings.
That guy poured acid
on his own brother's face.
That's why he wears a mask.
[sound playing from TV]
To avenge himself,
he buried Undertaker alive for three days.
But Undertaker rose again from the grave.
Why?
- Because he's one of us.
- [church bell tolls once]
You actually believe all this nonsense?
Don't forget, we have a girl child here.
Not one, but two.
Mom, I wasn't talking about you.
- My daughter hasn't come home yet.
- [WWE commentary playing in the background]
Listen, you always behave like your father.
That's exactly why
I sent her to kick boxing,
so she wouldn't end up like you.
Because of your boxing obsession,
my daughter hasn't come home yet!
Let her come back today.
I'm putting an end to this nonsense.
She thinks night is the time
for roaming the world!
When did you get here?
What's wrong?
I heard a sound.
That was Undertaker rising from the grave.
Huh? What?
Here.
Jessie, that boy of yours, Luke,
he started following me on Instagram.
Should I follow back?
Granny, behave yourself, huh!
I'm going to break up with him.
Good for him.
Let the poor guy live in peace.
You've been smoking
a bit too much these days.
Not just smoking,
but she's getting way too progressive.
Okay.
[WWE match commentary playing]
Father pours, daughter drinks. Perfect!
- Sir.
- Where the hell is he?
He stepped out for a personal errand.
He'll be back soon.
Fuc--
Mic! Mic!
Sir, the serial k*ller
seems to be targeting
only elderly victims
and is brutally murdering them.
Are you scared?
Why should I be?
I fear no one.
But today is your 73rd birthday.
[people laughing]
Who's spreading this nonsense?
73rd birthday, my foot!
I fear no soul!
Bloody serial k*ller!
[in Hindi] Sir, people say,
"Kerala is God's own country."
Yet, a serial k*ller
is brutally murdering the elderly.
Sir, what's your comment on this?
[stammering in Hindi] God... God's own...
He.... God...
- Which channel is this guy from?
- [mispronouncing] Malayalam 'Newch'.
Scram, you!
Damn, his Malayalam channel!
Sir, two brutal murders have taken place.
But there are allegations that
the Ministry of Home Affairs
has done little to investigate.
That's a baseless allegation.
One of our department's top investigators,
Ajay Ramachandran,
has already taken charge of the case.
- [vehicle revving]
- [upbeat heroic music playing]
Who's Ajay Ramachandran?
He is a notorious police officer.
[upbeat music continues]
He fears no one.
He has even beaten up journalists.
[chain rattling]
[triumphant music builds]
[Ajay Ramachandran sobbing]
[tinkling sound]
[Ajay sobbing]
Ajay...
Ajay...
Where were we?
[sad music slowly rises]
Everyone abandoned me.
Oh.
I was alone.
At that time,
only Pakru was with me.
[soft, emotional score plays]
People say,
"It's just a dog, let go of it."
But,
But when I had no bloody dog by my side,
this real dog was my only companion.
[emotional score continues]
Ajay, people today
are deeply attached to their pets.
That's why their loss is unbearable.
And in your case, wasn't Pakru the reason
your girlfriend broke up with you?
Possessiveness, jealousy issues and all.
See Ajay, you don't need medication.
Just sleep on time, eat properly,
and when you feel like crying,
cry your heart out.
[Ajay whimpers]
Huh? Not now.
Ajay, if you just focus
a little on your job,
I think all your problems
will be solved by themselves.
[psychologist chuckles]
- I'm not sure if I can focus on my work.
- [[soft, sorrowful strings playing]
But...
I'll find my Pakru...
at any cost.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
[melancholic notes continue]
[chain rattling]
- This is Pakru's.
- Okay.
In the wake of
ongoing serial killings in Kerala,
Ajay Ramachandran, upon taking charge,
has consulted the city's top psychologist
to understand the k*ller's mindset.
Let's hear more from him.
- Sir, sir...
- Sir...
"Senior citizens' fashion choices
are what tempt the k*ller."
[News on TV] Sir, what steps have the police taken
following the serial murders?
Is it over, brother?
[On TV] The culprit will be caught soon.
- Departments have been given the authority
- [mysterious score plays]
to detain and question anyone suspicious.
[police radio crackles]
[man] Is it just your suspicion?
[man] It's not just a suspicion, sir,
we're sure of it. Over.
We are approaching the suspect's house now.
Over.
It's a sensitive case.
Handle it with care.
People have gathered all over here, sir.
Over. Over.
O, the supreme lord bowed down by royal beings
[suspenseful music playing]
- Hey! Come down!
- Get lost!
O Sovereign Lord,
worshipped by rulers and crowned heads
[suspenseful music playing]
[music intensifies]
O Luminous Lord,
blazing like the midday sun
Tiger sir!
- [tiger growls]
- [upbeat music]
[sharp hiss of deodorant spray]
- Shush...
- [chatter of people in the background]
Shushhh...
Shushhhhh...
Shushhhhhhhhhh...
[pressure cooker whistle blows]
SHUSHHHH...
[creepy, dissonant music playing]
[upbeat score rises]
Sir, this is the guy.
Bravo... Daring...
The raging undertaker
Gutsy... Gallant...
A fierce fighter
[crowd cheering wildly]
[cheering swells]
[uplifting, heroic score builds]
[crowd cheering wildly,
chanting hero's name]
Make way for skibidi
In my town, I'm the maddie, baddie
I'm the cult's KD
I am the terror that haunts my village,
so deadly
You want mass? Here it is!
What's risk, if not silly as a rusk?
I'm a man of my word
Listen to it, hey you!
Daddy...
Let me go.
Just get lost!
I won't need to feed you anymore.
Good riddance!
Come on, walk.
SUPPORT LUKE P.P
WHO'S TRAVELLING TO CZECHOSLOVAKIA
[man] What did you arrest our boy for, sir?
Tiger sir, you might not recognise me
since you're new here.
Just tell me the matter, sir.
This guy posted a video saying,
"No one is born a serial k*ller,
society makes them one."
Should I go to his house
and award him a Golden Visa for that?
I strongly suspect
that he is that serial k*ller.
Sir, you only suspect him, right?
You have no solid proof.
Based on circumstantial evidence!
Got it?
Witnesses saw him
buy a kilo of 'Nombara Poovan' bananas
on every m*rder day.
We even recovered evidence from his house.
But sir,
he was supposed to leave
for Czechoslovakia next week.
All of us in the village pooled in
1.6 million rupees to send him there.
1.6 million?
Yes. We worked really hard for that, sir!
If that doesn't happen...
Sir, just look outside.
- The whole crowd is furious.
- [low, brooding music rises]
They'll burn this whole town down.
[man] If you don't release our Luke,
we'll set this station on fire!
- Sir, release our Luke!
- -[heroic, hair-rising score plays]
If you don't release him,
- we will burn the police station down!
- [indistinct, threatening voices from the crowd]
- Where were you?
- I was in the ration shop.
Why are you carrying kerosene?
LUKE!
- That's my mother's kerosene!
- Don't burn down the station!
- Oh no! Kerosene!
- Don't pour kerosene on your head!
Oh no! My kerosene!
Oh my God! Suicide attempt!
[man] Let's set the station on fire!
You want mass? Here it is!
Hey, who the hell is this guy?
Even though he was once my student, sir,
the entire town lives in fear of him.
- This land used to be worth gold.
- [suspenseful score plays in the backdrop]
Now, even crows won't stop by!
No respectable family dares
to marry off their daughter
into this place anymore.
Stop beating around the bush
and get to the point.
Sir, remember that case where
someone tried
to sell our police station on OLX,
claiming the g*n comes free?
Yes.
That was him.
- He's the guy who fished in the temple pond
- [triumphant score rises]
with halal chicken intestines
to spark religious tensions.
He even planted a hidden mic
inside the church confessional.
And then? Tell me!
He took my search history
and printed it on a giant flex board
right outside the Panchayat office!
[people chuckling]
These are his main fun activities, sir.
He doesn't have the brains
to be a serial k*ller.
Honestly, serial k*lling
is way more decent than this nonsense.
Hey, is all this true?
Sir, it's true,
but I did it all
for the greater good of this town.
They're bringing religious divisions
into our food.
Should we just sit and watch?
Even in a fish's diet?
And about that church issue...
Even the Bible says,
"What is whispered in secret
will be shouted from the rooftops."
As for the Panchayat President...
okay, I admit my mistake there.
I should've taken his search history
straight to Parliament instead!
[exhales sharply in irritation]
[sighs deeply]
Forget all that.
Why the hell did you try to sell
this model police station on OLX?
Sir, in a lawless place like this,
why do we even need a police station?
You're the reason
this place has no law and order.
Sir, this is the land
where even Gandhi got shot.
What's the point of saying all this here?
Damn!
Sir, my head is k*lling me.
Just tell me, what should I do?
I'll do whatever you say.
Sir, don't do anything
Just let him go now.
I'll personally make sure
he's on a flight
to Czechoslovakia next week.
Take him away.
I don't care where.
- You're really leaving next week, right?
- I will.
- If he doesn't, I'll k*ll him myself!
- You may go.
- Thank you, sir.
- To hell with my migraine!
- See you.
- Scram, you!
[upbeat score starts playing]
[crowd cheering wildly]
[cheers and upbeat music continue]
Move away!
Make way for skibidi
In my town, I'm the maddie, baddie
I'm the cult's KD
Luke is back!
Come on, clap!
What's risk, if not silly as a rusk?
[man] Be careful. Don't drop him.
Boost up!
[upbeat music fades out]
[prayers to respect ancestors]
Touch the forehead three times.
[prayers continue]
It's been 20 years
since your father went missing, right?
So, for your father
who's been missing for 20 years,
we assume he's no more, meditate upon him,
and pray to Lord Mahadeva,
may your father attain salvation.
Now, roll the rice
and fold your hands in prayer.
- [water splashes]
- [soft, emotional music plays]
I'll be right back, son.
[emotional music continues]
How old are you?
Eight.
Did you come to pray for your father?
Yes. What about you?
I came for my father, too.
Uncle, my mom said
if we come here and pray like this,
dad will come back soon.
Is that true?
Do you love your father a lot?
Everybody loves their father, right?
[heartfelt, stirring music builds]
[train horn blaring]
[slow, sombre music playing]
[low, shaky sobs]
Don't cry, uncle.
[soft whimpers]
Your father will come back.
My father will, too.
Yeah.
When you miss your father, what do you do?
[soft music plays]
My father is always with me.
[emotional score plays]
[broom scraping against rough floor]
- Did you perform
the ancestor's prayer rituals? -Yes.
[dusting continues]
Do you really need to do this?
Jithin Kumar C...
It's the same as keeping my house clean.
This is my only asset.
- [woman] Will this bus start soon?
- In a moment.
Listen.
Go gather everyone.
Attention, all wedding-sabotaging pests!
Oh, no!
Here.
[loud, suspenseful score rises]
[man] Give it to me.
[tension builds]
What is this?
Don't be afraid, just be cautious.
Hello, hello? Check, check.
He was my student.
Even back then, he used to sing well.
[on the mic] Greetings, everyone.
I am getting married
on the 16th of this December.
Yes, to the 22nd girl, I went to see
as part of matchmaking.
To all the scoundrels who called up
the houses of the previous 21 girls
and spread rumours about me
like fatherless rogues.
Ever since I started bride-hunting,
you lot have been hell-bent
on ruining my life.
Whether you were gossiping
in tea shops or barber shops,
if any of you scums--
- Huh?
- President...
See you later, bye.
[sweet, melodious ringtone playing]
Oh, no!
- Baby...
- [woman] Are you free, honey?
No, my dear. I am a bit busy.
- I will call you back.
- I love you.
I love you. I love you.
So, where was I?
[small boy] Uncle...
Scum! Scum!
- Hey!
- SCUMS!
Yes, scums.
If any of you scums
try to sabotage this wedding,
I swear, I, Jikku, will run you over
with my bus!
Long ago, I was accused of trying
to run over the police with a bus.
If I have to add one more to that list,
so be it.
So, kindly take this as a threat,
kindly come to my wedding on the 16th,
and give us your blessings and prayers.
It's my humble request and invitation.
- [man] Everybody, please get your tickets.
- Oh, my Goddess!
[bus engine revving up]
[energetic, lively music playing]
[gentle rumble of bike moving]
I've warned you before,
no romance or love drama in our life.
We are Sigma Males.
Sigma for life!
That's my boy!
- [loud laughter]
- enthusiastic slaps on the palms]
Huh? Karuna (Mercy) Kick boxing?
Bro, before she breaks up with you,
you go and break up with her.
Be a Sigma!
- Will you?
- Umm...
- Umm?
- UMM!
- Umm?
- Umm...
- Umm?
- Get off, man!
UMM!
Jessie...
[grunts in anger]
- [Luke whines]
- [bouncy note]
Honey, honey, honey...
Please, gimme one more chance.
You can't just say "break up"
out of nowhere.
I just couldn't digest it.
[burps]
[disgusted sniff]
This isn't a sudden decision, Luke.
What did you just call me?
Luke, huh?
[playful, bouncy score plays]
You used to dearly call me
'Lukachan', right?
Luke, please...
It just sounds weird now.
Jessie...
You used to call me so sweetly,
"Lukachan."
Even if you forget, I still remember.
I haven't forgotten anything.
But I always believed...
you'd change someday.
I had hoped that maybe, at least for me,
you'd take life seriously.
But now... I don't anymore.
And to top it off, now the whole town
thinks you're a serial k*ller.
Oh!
So, that's your problem.
When the whole town
called me a serial k*ller,
you believed them too, didn't you?
Look, Luke.
Whether I believe it or not,
to the world, right now,
you are a serial k*ller.
And honestly? Sometimes, even I've thought
you might just be a psycho.
Jessie...
Once, you told me
to set our entire school on fire
for the bright future of the students.
But I only burned down the staff room!
Luke!
That was in the past.
[playful tune continues]
I've changed.
Me too.
I thought I'd return from Czechoslovakia
and come to your house
to ask for your hand in marriage!
Shut your trap.
You're being exiled to some godforsaken place
because no one here
can tolerate you anymore.
And yet, you idiot,
see it as some achievement.
I don't want to wait for you anymore.
[deep sigh]
I want a break-up.
Jessie...
[blows a kiss in the air]
True love.
These can never be your words.
My pookie isn't like this.
[intriguing score rises]
Tell me the truth...
Don't you have a bestie?
Mummy!
[woman] Mr Vijayan, we're already
halfway through this month,
and last month's stock is still pending.
This is nutritional food for kids.
It needs to be delivered on time.
Madam, SK was handling that.
You know how he is a unique type.
Plus, he was on leave for two days.
I don't care.
Make sure the stock gets there.
It will, madam.
Well, where is SK now?
[suspenseful music playing]
And so, Jerry ran for his life
and hid in the corner.
But Tom grabbed his legs,
yanked him out,
and WHAM!
He struck him with a hammer!
Tom kept whacking Jerry's head
over and over
over and over,
over and over,
until his anger was completely satisfied.
And Jerry?
Well, Jerry was practically dying.
How?
[mimics dying Jerry's expressions]
[child giggles]
- [sinister music plays]
- [child sobs]
Why are you crying?
What's wrong?
- Eh?
- [children crying]
Isn't it okay?
- The story is good, right?
- Sir...
[children crying]
Sir, I already told you last time
not to tell the kids stories like this.
Last time you sang a song, didn't you?
Something about chopping heads
and warm blood or whatever?
One kid was so terrified,
he had a fever for three days!
Please leave, sir.
[dark, sinister score plays]
[score continues]
Sir, next time you come,
please tell us the rest of the story.
- No, please don't.
- No.
[match ignites]
[woman] Hey, be careful.
- Light the candle fast.
- Shush! Don't spoil the surprise.
[Jessie chuckles]
[cheerful music plays]
[phone ringing]
[door opens]
[chuckles]
Happy birthday, Jessie, my dear.
Oh, goodness! What a surprise!
- Happy birthday, dear Jessie
- Do it properly.
Dad, you need to twist it--
- [party popper pops]
- [grandma laughs]
- Happy birthday, dear.
- Thank you.
Happy birthday, dear Jessie
Happy...
... dear Jessie
Whoa!
Is this a perfume, granny?
This isn't a perfume, dear.
It's pepper spray.
[dark score plays]
It's serial k*ller season out there.
And when girls like us
walk around at night,
- some rascals get ideas.
- [phone rings]
This is to fricking blind them instantly.
Oh, dear mom. Is this really what
you're giving your granddaughter
for her birthday?
Dear, don't listen to her.
Oh, such a coward!
Dear, whoever, whenever,
don't hesitate. Just spray!
[tense music builds]
[phone ringing]
[tense music plays]
Stars collapsing in this lone night
Desires fade away in this journey
[On the T-shirt]
I'M NOT DEAD YET, YOU PRICKS!
Don't lose your memories,
Keep them close to your heart
- Until we breathe
- [Luke wails loudly]
[poignant music fades out]
[car rumbles]
Some people think an old age home
is a terrible place.
But plenty of people
have willingly chosen to stay here.
And then, there are those
whose children forced them to come here.
Kesahva Kurup sir,
did you come here by choice?
Oh, of course! Like I'd willingly choose
to live with these old geezers!
He's tossing me out of the home
I built with my sweat and blood!
Huh? Dad!
That's because
I got transferred to Ludhiana.
Why don't you understand that, Dad?
Then why couldn't you
take me with you to Ludhiana?
Well... Dad...
I know. Your wife told you not to.
- Dad!
- By the way,
In which country is Ludhiana?
- Ask your bloody mom, you piece of...
- No, Dad!
- Let go of my hand.
- Lily...
- Introduce Kurup sir to our aunties.
- Okay.
- He's the newest member of our family.
- Yes, sir.
Sir, please.
Please come, sir.
- You may go inside.
- Please come.
Is your name Lily?
How old are you?
Your father is quite a smart man, isn't he?
Sir, I've already made the payment.
Sir, my dad is an asthma patient.
These are his inhalers and medicines.
I've written down the dosage here.
- Alright. Well, Mister...
- Sumesh Kurup.
Ah, Mr Sumesh Kumar,
don't worry about your father at all.
- He'll be well taken care of here.
- Thank you, sir.
But your father clearly
doesn't want to stay here.
Isn't it cruel to force him?
Not at all, sir.
If there are any issues between you two,
why not just talk it out?
Sir, this isn't something
that can be solved with a conversation.
If you don't mind,
I can step in and help mediate.
No need for that, sir.
Son...
You won't understand
the emptiness and sorrows of old age.
Please, tell me what's really going on.
Maybe I can explain things to your father.
[car door slams shut]
Come on, tell me.
Sir,
Sir, if your son dumped you here
after you grabbed
your daughter-in-law's butt,
what's the point of even talking it out?
Huh?
Excuse me...?
You mean... he groped her?
Yeah!
[car engine revs]
Horrible!
[playful tune plays]
Eh!
- Philomena is smart. See.
- Sir...
Okay!
[energetic tune plays]
[bouncy, lively music plays]
Wow, what a beautiful world!
Brimming with peace,
Overflowing with joy
- Even the birds sing in sheer delight
- [dog barks]
What a wonderful village
FAREWELL TO FAMOUS SWIMMER UMESH,
THE PRIDE OF VALLIKUNNU
BAN SWIMMING.
FAREWELL TO OUR DEAR FRIEND
Get down if this is your stop.
- Dear, a ticket to Vallikunnu, right?
- Yes.
- Where's your granny?
- At home.
Long time no see.
Convey my regards to her.
Stubborn germs even Domex can't erase
SHUT DOWN VALLIKUNNU WASTE CENTER NOW!
Master, after deducting diesel expenses,
2800 rupees.
Thanks.
Jithin Kumar C,
you can have a facial spa, too.
Even when their math goes
terribly wrong
[indistinct chatter]
[lively music continues]
You bloody dog, I don't give a damn
if you don't pick up my call!
Have you seen him anywhere?
Scram, you. We sell only beef and mutton.
Dog! Dog! Dog! Dog! Dog! Dog!
I can't live without you.
- I don't need anyone who doesn't need you!
- [dog barks in the background]
Pookie, please pick up my call.
I'm Sigma!
Sigma! Sigma! Sigma!
Please reply me.
But lo and behold!
A menace has arrived, born to shatter
the goodwill of our humble land!
Cunning and twisted, like a colony of bats
O prince of misfortune, we beg of you!
Let the light shine upon us again
Pack your bags and go away
O cursed child of the Panchayat!
Leave us be, you sneaky little demon
Oh, it's a beautiful world
Sit here, honey.
Brimming with peace,
Overflowing with joy
Even the birds sing in sheer delight
What a wonderful village
This is a serene paradise,
Where little lambs graze
- Who are you?
- Your God of death, you idiot!
Here, folks stay innocent forever
Careful.
Even when their math goes
terribly wrong
Sir...
The government hereby announces
a ten lakh rupees reward
for capturing the serial k*ller
who has been terrorising the town,
dead or alive!
Here, it's rabbit meat.
Take a good piece.
Hey, there's our serial k*ller!
Kiddo, how's your 'serial' spree going?
You're next, loser!
Move away!
I...
I'll beat the daylight out of you.
Move aside!
Move!
God! I was talking to my wife!
You continue checking the phone!
Oh, really? Let's go home!
My hubby isn't at home!
Brother, do you have
'Nombara Poovan' bananas?
No, we've got 'Njali Poovan,' 'Ethan,'
and 'Palayam Kodan.'
- Do you want some?
- Nope.
[phone ringing]
Don't run!
- [loud crack of thunder]
- [sharp lightning strike]
Come closer. Anyway, dad isn't here.
So, no need to act shy.
Luke, you look dashing.
Open your mouth. Let me check something.
[Luke laughs loudly]
Oh, mummy!
CHILDREN'S DAY RALLY
Go this way.
Oh, no! Stop, Spiderboy!
Hey, weren't you supposed to go that way?
Go and walk with Gandhi.
[kids chanting "Jai, Chachaji"]
Not this one. Take the next one.
- Is it nice?
- It's really nice.
Take a photo.
Let me forward to my girl.
Cheese...
Smile.
[bus revving]
[bouncy, playful music playing]
[people laughing and clapping]
[laughter continues]
Go away, bloody dog!
[energetic score plays]
You prick! Bloody dog!
You won't stop following me, huh?
- I'll teach you a lesson today!
- [dog barks]
Come here and have it.
It's a yummy rat poison.
Hey, Kurup.
Is the dog still not eating the biscuit?
Nope, will you have it instead?
I've been carrying this for long!
Eat it!
Bloody son of a dog!
[indistinct chatter and laughter
in the background]
[catchy, upbeat tune playing]
Move, you!
[upbeat tune continues]
[music swells]
[dog chain rattles]
[people laughing aloud]
Hello, girls and boys.
Tomorrow is our Veegaland tour.
We're gonna have a blast!
Okay?
[bright, peppy tune playing]
This bloody dog!
Today, I'll finish you once and for all.
Stay right there!
Hello! You can't park here!
[vehicle engine starts]
[peppy tune continues]
There you go!
[giggles]
[On TV]
Divorce rate is skyrocketing day by day.
Have you ever wondered why?
Our women are becoming self-sufficient.
Where the hell are you, Keshavan!
Yes!
I sought pleasure in massy murders
I witnessed frenzy
when the bananas ripened
It's so mesmerizing
The tale of your death
I'm not just Keshavan.
Kurup!
Keshava Kurup.
Understand?
Oh, my God!
Do you have corona?
No.
[sounds coming from TV]
Don't you have liquor here?
Hello.
Two large pegs! Quick.
You are a respectful gentleman.
[Kurup giggles]
[sound from the TV playing
in the background]
[bouncy, fun music plays]
[phone notification sound]
Who are you calling?
I've got no one to call.
I just lightly touched her,
and she lost her mind.
That's very normal in Japan.
Father-in-laws can do anything there.
That's exactly why I ask you,
how can women live here?
Violence against women is
often taken lightly...
To hell with your lecture!
- [glass hits TV screen, cracking]
- Oh, no!
Is she even a woman?!
Not suitable to be in a family!
[upbeat music plays]
Excuse me, sir.
Oh, mother!
You old fart, get up!
- Let go of me.
- Hey!
- Don't hit me.
- Hey, don't harm him.
He shouldn't die just like that.
Move aside.
Don't hit him! Don't hit him!
ARGH!
I'm a regular customer here.
See.
I'll pay for him.
Here you go.
- Come, uncle.
- They hit me, dear.
Let's have two more pegs.
- [man] Hello?
- [man] Hello, is this Sreekumar sir?
Sir, I'm calling from Fruit Mart.
You have a delivery.
Hey, come here.
It's the 'Nombara Poovan' banana, right?
Okay.
Sir, please give my service
a five-star rating.
Of course, you'll. Keep waiting, duh!
[Keshavan mumbles incoherently]
Oh, Goodness!
Come.
What's wrong?
Did you forget something?
YUCK!
[retching and throwing up]
Ugh!
[grunts in discomfort]
[man] Hey, you!
Clean it and go.
[deep, rumbling growl]
Me?
Yuck!
[playful rendition of
"Raghupati Raghava Rajaram"]
HEY!
Clean it properly!
How dare you stare at me?
Shall we drink one more peg?
Isn't this enough for you?
Where are you dragging me like this?
To a nice place. I'll tell you. Come.
Sit here, okay?
Sit.
Brother, a salted lime soda, please.
I don't want it.
[low, sinister score plays]
Brother, do you have a blade?
No.
A sharp pen knife?
Not that either.
No?
Ugh!
Eh? Oh no!
I sought pleasure in massy murders
I witnessed frenzy
when the bananas ripened
I've seen you somewhere, uncle.
Yeah, we were classmates in playschool.
[man] Got cussed at for nothing!
- Stop! Someone has to get in!
- [lively music playing]
Please stop.
Watch out. You'll fall, bro.
SENIOR CITIZEN
Learn to respect a seniorrrr citizen!
Get up, you.
Why are you staring?
Get the hell up!
Why should I? I'm older than you.
Move away!
I said move.
Hands off.
Ticket? Ticket?
Did you get the ticket?
[woman] What's that noise over there?
It's our last bus, baby.
There are a bunch of drunks inside.
Drunks? Will they mess with you?
- No way!
- [in Bengali] Then, what's up? Did you eat?
[in Bengali] No, I didn't eat anything.
You are not here to feed me.
Okay, Okay!
- [in Bengali] So, tell me!
- [in Hindi] Hey, girl!
Hey girl. Open up, open up.
- What?
- Let me see!
- Under her top...
- Shut the hell up!
What a pain!
Go talk to your mom like that!
What are you doing, huh?
[indistinct arguments
in Hindi and Malayalam]
Ill smack the nonsense out of you!
- Please forgive him. He's drunk.
- I'm a proud Bengali man!
Forgive him, please.
He's just a drunkard.
Your bloody dad is a drunkard!
Uncle, don't bring my dad into this.
What if I do?
I will cuss your dad again and again!
Your dad is a drunkard!
Your dad is a drunkard!
Say that one more time,
and you're done for!
Oh? So, you don't have a father?
Shut up! Shut up! I'll beat you!
Hey, hey, don't hit him.
Sit down. Sit.
Brother, please don't hit him.
He's as old as your father.
Can't you show a bit of decency?
Okay!
- Hey, you!
- [bouncy music plays]
You don't know
what we Kurups are capable of!
[bouncy music continues]
Excuse me.
[energetic, catchy score continues]
Sir.
The three people who got m*rder*d now
were the suspects in the m*rder
of the old insurance agent, Mr Kumaran.
Only one guy among the suspects
is alive now.
If I'm guessing correctly,
he will be the next target of the k*ller.
Or else he could be
the serial k*ller we're looking for.
[upbeat music starts playing]
[Malayalam song "Enne Thallendammaava
Njan Nannavoola" playing]
Honeymoon?
Let's go to Marine Drive for the honeymoon.
[woman]
But I've already been to Marine Drive.
- [bus rumbling]
- [song playing in the background]
[woman] My Pookie boy drives a bus
My sweetheart, my Pookie boy
My Pookie boy, my sweetheart
My Pookie boy, my Pookie boy
- [Kurup chuckles]
- [brooding music rises]
It's okay!
'ACCIDENT-PRONE TURN'
[music swells]
[ominous, suspenseful music playing]
[music builds]
[music grows louder and more energetic]
[gasps in shock]
[pepper spray hisses]
- [cries out in pain]
- [upbeat music plays]
He deserves that!
He's been acting strange
from the moment he boarded the bus!
[chokes in pain]
[woman] Can you sing a song for me?
Uh, oh!
[wheezing, struggling to breathe]
My eyes...
[screams in pain]
[laboured, raspy breathing]
[tense score plays]
My life's so massy, it's deadly
And I'm so massy, the ultimatum
[bus rumbles as it moves]
Uncle...
Uncle...
Girl...
Uncle...?
[dark music plays]
[Jessie gasps]
[unsettling music playing]
- [woman] -Dear...
- Tell me.
Can you give me a kiss?
- Right now?
- Yes.
Eh?!
Oh, no!
Uncle...
Uncle...?
Keshavan Uncle...
Hey...
Oh, no!
- Oh, no!
- [crying]
Not breathing.
[eerie, chaotic score playing]
[rhythmic pants]
[chaotic score continues]
Open your eyes, Uncle.
[laughing]
[sobbing]
You k*lled him, you wretch!
Poor guy!
[loud, uncontrollable sobs]
He's as old as your grandpa!
I...
[sobbing loudly]
My revenge!
[bell ringing]
Brother...
What happened?
Why doesn't he say anything?
[woman]
Darling... How many kids should we have?
How many do you want?
Our front yard full of kids.
Hello? Dear?
Any problems there?
Dear... I'll call you back soon.
- Okay. I love you.
- I love you. I love you.
[ominous music playing]
What happened?
This girl...
Why are you crying?
He touched my neck, and...
[sobbing, voice breaking]
We, the public,
should handle such perverts!
I'll k*ll this oldie today!
k*lled.
- What?
- k*lled, I said.
Who?
She k*lled him with a spray.
Spray?
Pepper spray!
Huh? He's dead?
[dark score plays]
Oh, no!
Come on, let's go to the police station.
To the police station? No!
- Let's not go to the police station.
- Then?
Well...
Let's not go to the police station.
If we go there tonight with this girl,
won't it affect her future?
What about my future, then?
Aruvi... On December 16...
Please, brother...
Let's not go to the police station...
I did it unintentionally
when he touched me...
How can you k*ll someone unintentionally?
- No... Please, no...
- [crying uncontrollably]
Call your dad, mom,
or anybody for that matter.
Aruvi, take the bus to the police station!
Not me, you should take us there.
Oh, is it me?
- I'm shaking in fear.
- Don't panic.
I haven't even taken my diabetes pills.
How can I even change the gear?
We'll figure out something.
Please relax.
[phone ringing]
Papa...
- [phone continues to ring]
- [loud crying, sobbing]
Hello...
Dear...
Where are you?
I'm at Riya's house, Papa.
I've told you several times to inform me
before going to your friend's place.
He's making me anxious, dear.
Don't bother coming back today.
It's already late.
And listen.
Don't you have our spray with you?
If somebody troubles you,
just attack him with it!
Even if it's Riya's father,
for that matter.
Dear, don't do anything stupid.
It's not just granny, but you got
a Papa too, who's a heart patient.
Please keep that in mind, dear.
No, Papa.
I won't do anything stupid.
Okay, dear. I'm hanging up, then.
Wow! Best family!
Not just you,
but your granny, too, will be in prison!
Listen to me.
Let's go to the police station.
She did it unintentionally, brother.
We see her regularly, right?
Please relax.
Unintentionally...
Relax. Just relax.
Mr Kurup will be in his room.
He'd burn incense sticks
and indulge in prayer in the evening.
He says it's a direct conversation
with God.
Mr Kurup...
- Mr Kurup...
- [banging on the door]
I see! He's locked the room from outside
and is sitting inside.
Niranjan, unlock!!
[door creaks open]
Turn on the lights.
Where is he?
Mr Kurup...?
Mr Kurup...?
Check the almirah, Shiju.
He won't be there inside the almirah.
Hes always lying in bed, having fun.
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh, my God!
Such a great collection
of erotica magazines!
Eww!
[ominous score plays]
Sir...
[score swells]
[sniffs hard]
Marijuana!
You mean weed?
Yes!
I don't know about that.
[sobs]
[suspenseful music plays]
Hey... Aruvi...
[phone rings]
- [woman] -Dear...
- I love you! I will call you back.
What? Hello? Hello?
[sobbing continues]
Listen. No more planning.
My wedding is on the 16th of December.
Come on, Aruvi.
Let's go to the police station.
Brother...
If we go there with this dead body,
all of us will be in trouble.
All of us?
I just can't stand seeing her cry.
And so?
[uncontrollable sobs]
So...
I will take responsibility for this body
upon myself for the sake of you all.
But...
But why would you do that?
Sheer humanity! No other reason!
Man, why take this risk for nothing?
Who the hell are you?
It's actually not for no reason.
My love for humanity...
and well...
I need money too.
Come on, Aruvi! Let's go!
I'll pay you
how much ever you want, brother.
Please help me.
[ominous score plays]
Please don't cry.
How many lakhs are you expecting?
L... lakhs?
- Five.
- Five?
- Five lakhs?
- Yes.
Five. Yes.
Listen to me, Aruvi.
Let's go to the police station.
Wait. Take out whatever you have.
[suspenseful tune plays]
I don't have time. Hurry up.
Let me take it out.
Brother...
We don't have five lakhs,
here is 6350 rupees.
That will do. I'm okay with it.
Brother...
If you could give me your number,
I shall send you
the money I have in my account.
It's okay. This is enough for me.
Don't cry.
I'll take care of the rest.
[man] Dear people...
To close down the cursed waste plant
of Vallikunnu Panchayat, we start a strike,
a public protest tomorrow.
I request all the villagers to--
Isn't that the 'Veenapoovu' bus?
It's them. Call them.
[jeep rumbles]
[phone rings]
Master...
Master...
Aravindan K, why is the bus stopped
in front of the police station?
Huh? Police station?
- Hello? Aravindan K?
- Well... That...
Something was wrong with the bus.
Now it is okay.
The fitness certificate of the bus is
already expired.
Nobody should get to know about that.
Just leave that place
and park the bus at the ground.
Remember tomorrow's protest, right?
Yes. Yes, Master.
Start the bus.
Eh?
But aren't you getting down?
In front of the police station?
Drop me at the next junction.
Ugh! There will be traffic police
at the next junction!
- Oh, no!
- Careful, brother.
Let's take a shortcut.
Brother...
What do you need this body for?
Let him do whatever he wants with it!
Stop asking him!
He's trying to help us
and you're questioning him?
[dramatic, tense score rising]
[sharp screeching as bus halts]
Hold my shoulders.
Listen...
I didn't stop for you to get down.
[deep, ominous music swells]
They won't move
just because you keep staring!
Close the door and the shutters!
Hurry up!
- [bus doors slam shut]
- [shutter clatters shut]
[click of gear shifting]
[music grows intense]
Another bus is coming. Catch that.
No, our trip is over.
We're gonna park the bus.
[indistinct voices from the crowd]
[sinister score continues]
Hey... We would've been in deep trouble
had anybody boarded the bus.
Right, brother.
If anybody else boards this bus,
we will be in trouble.
[bike engine revs]
[upbeat score starts playing]
Stop the bus!
Stop!
Luke...!
Hey! Stop the bus!
- Who is that guy?
- Go faster, brother!
Stop the bus, I said!
Stop the bus, you beggar!
Ring the bell, conductor!
Why don't you guys drive then?
My hands are shaking!
Move, you doomer!
Scram, you boomer!
Stop.
- Stop! Stop!
- [bus screeches]
[upbeat score plays]
- Move!
- Scram, you!
Jessie!
Hey, Jessie!
Come out, you!
When you were cutting your birthday cake,
I was outside getting eaten alive
by mosquitoes!
I kept calling you.
Did you answer the phone even once?
I sent you countless messages.
Facebook, WhatsApp, Instagram,
I messaged you even on Google Pay,
you know?
[crickets chirping]
I even messaged your grandma.
But she, too, ignored me.
Who is he?
Come out, you!
If you don't come out,
I'll come inside!
Boy, aren't you the son of Poulose?
Please leave now.
Whatever problems it be,
let's discuss tomorrow.
This bus isn't moving
unless you run me over first!
Getting on this bus would be
even worse than that, my boy!
Bug off, you!
Jessie, I'm leaving for
Czechoslovakia tomorrow.
Before that,
I need to have a word with you!
And the slap you gave me...
I need to give it back to you.
Are you coming out or not?
Never mind. Let me come inside.
[tense score rises]
You don't know about Sigma males!
I'll show you!
- Boy, don't come inside...
- Move, you!
- You want a break-up--
- Brother...
[sobbing uncontrollably]
I asked you to stop him.
Jessie...?
I didn't want to make you cry.
I was angry, so...
- It's not that.
- Then?
Did someone mess with you?
[crying grows louder]
Who touched my girl, huh?
Luke, please. Don't create a scene.
Don't utter a word, Jessie.
Tell me!
Was that you?
Or was that him?
What?
Was that you, brother?
No.
Thank God.
Hey, Chachaji.
Stop there.
Brother... Please go stop him.
How dare you--
- Let go of him!
- Let go...
Come on, drive to the police station.
This is what I was saying all this while.
What did you do with my girl?
- I didn't do anything.
- Listen to me.
- Stop it, dear Luke.
- Shut up, Jessie!
You're not gonna leave this bus, okay?
- Boy, this man...
- Please let go of him!
Let him go if he wants.
But you...
I was trying to help this girl...
Really? By touching her?!
- I'll punch you!
- Luke!
- Will you shut up, Jessie?
- I k*lled that man!
- [voice echoes]
- [cries loudly]
[sobbing]
[tense music rises]
k*lled him?
I did it by mistake...
When he touched my shoulders...
And?
And she k*lled him with her spray.
Shh?
Shhhhh.....
Boy...
When that man touched her,
she used something,
I guess a pepper spray, and he...
he ended up like that.
[crying continues]
You sprayed the pepper spray
into his eyes?
sh*t!
But are you okay, my girl?
Why would she not be okay?
He's the one who's not okay.
No... Nothing to worry about.
He has agreed to take the body away.
[eerie tune playing]
- Okay, brother.
- Okay.
So, you sprayed it straight into his eyes?
[laboured breathing]
Sprinkled it?
- Which flavour was that?
- Pepper.
- You mean clove?
- Yeah. I mean, no!
Listen...
Once all of this is over,
come for my marriage.
Don't forget the date.
December 16th.
Sure.
So, no goodbyes at night.
Good night.
Got lots of work to do.
Hey.
Wait, wait.
What did you say?
What, boy?
[ominous score plays]
- You'll take the body away?
- Yes.
What do you need this body for?
What are you gonna do with it?
I... to help that girl...
Seeing her cry, I couldn't stand it.
And it's children's day, you know?
Let me tell you something.
If he's ready to take up
such a huge trouble,
he must be an even bigger troublemaker.
No... He took money for doing this.
How much?
Just 6000 rupees?
That's not enough to even colour my hair!
You can.
Tell me the truth. Who are you?
What do you do?
Farming.
What farming?
- Dragon.
- Isn't that a bird?
Dragon farming?
Dragon fruit!
He seems fishier than a dragonfish!
Tell me the truth!
Aren't you the serial k*ller?
[chuckles]
- You got scared, didn't you?
- No, no, no!
How can we hand over our dead body
to somebody so timid like him?
If he takes this dead body,
does something weird with it,
and gets caught
guess who'll get all the charges?
Us!
Don't be so unruly, okay?
No point in arguing.
I'm taking the bus to the police station.
Can't we just say it was only self-defense?
Let's not go to the police station.
It'll invite further trouble.
Self-defence, or whatever excuse we say,
she'll be behind the bars
for three or four years.
IPC 377A.
And B, too.
But it's her who'll be put
behind the bars, right? Not us!
It's my wedding next month.
I won't let anybody stop it.
I'm supposed to travel to
Czechoslovakia tomorrow.
Yet I'm not as anxious as you!
Hey, boy...
Don't you utter a word now.
Call home and get whoever you need
to the police station.
I'm starting the bus.
All we asked for was some time.
If you put up a show,
she'll tell the cops
she k*lled him because you told her to!
Then your wedding will be in Central Jail!
Brother...
You might say that.
But them...
They won't say that to the cops.
I will.
[playful tune rises]
Girl...
Following Luckachan's words
will be better for us.
Lukachan...!
O shining star
Aruvi, are you hearing all this?
Brother, we shall do as you say.
But you already have a case in your name.
Your wedding is around the corner...
But I...
[phone ringing]
What do I tell her?
God...!
[phone continues to ring]
Please rewind.
Niranjan, please rewind for madam.
Sir.
Please stop. Enough.
- Please stop, Niranjan.
- Sir.
I asked you to stop.
- Stop, Niranjan.
- Sir.
Are you blind?
I'm having cataract issues.
Wow! Great!
Please zoom in.
Sir... Dog!
The wooden one, right?
No, sir. On CCTV footage.
Pakru!
Here!
Are you still so close to me?
My boy!
You still alive?
Are you right in front of my eyes?
Any idea where that dog is now?
Sir, he's an elderly person.
Please don't call him a dog.
Not him!
This dog!
This dog?
This dog was here till this evening.
Mr Kurup used to feed him biscuits.
They shared such a great bond!
I feel like the dog must have left
along with Mr Kurup.
Move your bus!
Oh, no!
Parking the bus in the middle of the road?
To hell with this bar!
Please rewind once again.
Sir, he was so happy here.
There's no way he'd just run away.
If you ask me, he's been kidnapped!
Yes.
He is kidnapped with my Pakru.
- Let's find him.
- Sir.
[vibrant, upbeat tune plays]
[music continues]
From my experience
with the law and order system
this is clearly a law and order issue.
Do you have any clue who this dead man is?
He could be a serial k*ller,
a t*rror1st,
or even an influencer!
Either way,
we need to handle this carefully.
O shining star
Careful.
O shining star
Listen... It's risky to keep driving,
there are people all along the way.
Isn't it risky
to park on the roadside, too?
Boy...
Shall we tie a tyre to his body
and toss him in the river?
No, no.
If the body is recovered,
you'll be the prime suspect
because of the tire.
We're not the accused.
It's her. Only her.
She'll be the main accused,
and you guys will be co-accused.
Really?
Not "you guys"
No one's getting out of this alone!
Hey... Excuse me.
Like that serial k*ller does,
why don't we stuff a banana
inside his mouth,
scratch his face,
and hang him somewhere?
Let the k*ller take the credit.
Serial k*ller, my foot!
He's the one who broke us apart.
Because of him,
I ended up at the police station.
A fool, targeting people
already halfway to the grave!
A disgrace to serial K*llers everywhere!
Don't just mock him blindly.
He might have his reasons too, right?
It's better to surrender than go along with
that banana-brained fool's plans!
Go sit there, you!
Let me tell you one more thing
based on my experience.
It's a senior citizen who is dead.
If this goes wrong,
the cops will see us as serial K*llers.
So, we need a plan that leaves no traces.
Shall we bury the body somewhere?
[cheerful tune plays]
Where will we bury him at this hour?
Why don't you just give it to me?
[whimsical music plays]
Where is he going?
REST IN PEACE
ADIOS UMESH
Let's not bury him.
Let's dig up the burial ground.
- [cheerful beats of drums]
- [band playing lively]
CEMETERY
MOR MICHAEL ORTHODOX SYRIAN CHURCH
[vehicle screeches to a halt]
[majestic, triumphant music swells]
[music continues]
What happened?
Where's it?
Who?
Where's the body?
Oh, no! There!
Come. Don't we have to get him down?
[low, suspenseful music]
Careful.
What's the point in being careful now?
Careful, Pookie.
Thorns may hurt your feet.
- [metal rod clatters]
- [music continues]
Slowly.
Careful. Gently.
Oh, no!
He's hanging!
Is he dead again?
Jump.
Hold me. Hold me.
Come. Jump.
Hold this.
Are you not gonna hold him?
He's too heavy.
[eerie, ghostly cackle echoes]
[screams in fear]
[cackle continues]
Cut! Cut!
- What are you doing, huh?
- Sorry.
Irresponsible idiot!
Please don't scold him.
He's our client.
- Is this how you act in a 'Save the date' video?
- It's my first time!
Is this really your wedding?
It now looks like parallel cinema.
It's a sh**ting, don't you get it?
Move away from here. Go.
He doesn't know me well!
Move that side.
Go and hold the body.
Jessie!
Hold him!
Pookie! Pookie!
[bell tolling sound]
Silence!
It's okay. Hold him.
It's a sh**ting.
Watch your steps, man!
I have no eyes on my ankle, sir!
No eyes, ugh!
- What did you say you don't have?
- Eyes!
Thank God!
Looks like some kind of street photography.
It's called 'Save the date'.
I'm also doing one for my marriage.
[message notification]
[woman] Where are you, dear?
Wasn't your trip supposed to end by 9?
Tell me the truth. Who are you with?
You're cheating on me, aren't you?
Baby, I'm a bit busy.
I will call you back. Okay?
I love you. I love you.
Is that your wife?
[man] Lights on!
No, but she will be soon.
Late marriage, I guess?
Nah! Arranged marriage!
Brother...
Hey, when are you going to pay me back?
I will pay you back.
Tell me when!
Baby...
I will pay you somehow post-wedding!
I don't want to hear that!
When will you pay me back?
I mean, I will pay you back
even if it takes to sell my wife's jewellery!
You haven't paid my dues since long...
[low, haunting growl]
Stop being so sad, dear.
[sobbing]
A man molested me.
Who?
And I k*lled him.
[dramatic music plays]
Please don't be sad, dear.
There's nothing wrong with you.
You did this to the man who molested you.
He's right, girl.
He's such a lowlife.
He did that to a girl
young enough to be his granddaughter.
Exactly!
He must've acted nasty like this
with plenty of others too.
But only you reacted.
Only you had the guts to do so.
Girl, you're the fire!
Ouch!
Burnt my hand!
Smile now.
No way! I won't give you my gold!
Baby, if you have debts,
you pay them yourself!
Honey, if this video goes viral,
we'll be celebrities! Do you know?
Inauguration, promotion, collaboration!
Collaboration requests will flood in!
Just don't accept any of them.
I'm starving.
And they show no signs of leaving.
Oh, God!
[man] You both are waiting here?
- Come on, we gotta do the next scene.
- Let's do it, sir.
Well, did you learn to do lip-lock?
Did you learn to kiss, huh?
Will I go viral if I kiss?
Practice and learn!
Come on!
Please make me viral, sir.
I want a 'Play button'.
I'll let you sh**t
my next wedding as well.
Isn't it 250 grams?
Is there more?
RELIGIOUS NEWSPAPER
No wonder!
I got some bananas with me.
You had this all this while?
- Don't take it all.
- I'll give it back.
Here you go.
[sinister music plays]
Did you do the rehearsals well?
- The kissing scenes?
- Hey, you!
Okay!
Not everyone's cup of tea!
- Let's do it only after the wedding.
- Cool down. It's okay.
Light on!
Breathe in. Okay?
Just a little peck.
Action!
Camera start!
My morals...
Let go! Eww!
I'm the real man!
- Oh, no! Blood!
- What did you do, huh?
I didn't do anything...
Get lost!
Somebody help!
Let's go for a retake!
- Retake?
- Retake, your mom!
Oh, no! My mom is long gone!
You idiot!
Money... Err... Honey...
Light off!
[quirky tone plays]
Scram, you!
Baby, I told you he's no good!
Hey! They left.
Come on, get up.
[foreboding score plays]
Lift him up.
Careful. Yes. Lift him.
Let's go. Come.
[music continues]
Which grave is it?
See the fresh flowers? This is the one.
Okay. Keep it here.
Too heavy!
[grunts heavily]
Sorry!
Lift it.
Hey!
God!
Taking a selfie at the graveyard?
Come and help us.
I was turning on the torch...
She will take care of that.
You come and help us.
[grating sound of stone slab shifting]
[deep, weary pants]
Don't just stand there! Come on!
Lukachan, careful!
Where?
Come on. Take it off.
[quirky, whimsical music plays]
He was useless when he was alive.
I hope he's of some help
at least after his death!
[upbeat, suspenseful music plays]
Careful. Careful.
Careful. Straight into--
[loud thud]
- Damn it, man!
- It tore...
- What did you do?
- I didn't do it. It was him...
It's okay. The body is alright.
Thank God!
Climb up now. Let's close the tomb.
Lukachan, careful!
I'll be right back, okay?
[slow, tense music rises]
[dramatic music plays]
Take that one.
No body, no evidence.
Hold that side.
[whimpering and sobbing]
Daddy...
[soft, melancholic melody plays]
Where had you been, Daddy?
Daddy...
Daddy?
Daddy...
Where had you been all these years, Daddy?
I searched for you all these years!
And finally, we meet like this...
[cries uncontrollably]
Look at me once, Daddy...
Who is there for me now?
Daddy...
[heartfelt, sombre music rises]
[sniffles and sobs]
[sorrowful, emotional tune fills the air]
I never got to swing
on your strong, caring shoulders
Never saw your face,
though your love surrounded me
Like a star fading into
the endless night
Did you vanish too,
without a single goodbye?
God showed me this sign in my dream.
I haven't tattooed this sign on
anybody else in this world. Yes!
I won't tattoo it on anybody else
in the future, too.
What happened, dear?
Want some water?
I'll go get it. You wait here.
Never lose innocence,
Bloom like a happy flower, my son
Dad...
You are the meaning of my life,
The fulfilment of my dreams
Don't let sorrow weigh you down,
Dont let pain dim your light
I raised my hand against my daddy.
I even helped to k*ll him.
I'm a terrible son, Daddy...
Won't you forgive me?
Huh?
It... it's... not you...
I mean...
Even though your father tried to molest me,
I never really saw him as a bad person.
Really?
[quirky tune plays]
Don't... Don't cry... please...
[uncontrollable sobs]
Is there any use in doing all this?
This is all evidence, right?
Shouldn't we destroy it?
The erotic beauties at the resort,
the housewife and her friends.
Beedi? Want one?
I don't smoke.
I quit too...
but today, there's so much tension!
[whimsical score plays]
Master, the bus isn't here yet.
Shouldn't we start tying the flags?
Yeah, you are right.
Why are they taking so long?
Let me check.
[suspenseful music plays]
Why are these guys near the church?
[phone ringing]
M... Master...
Jithin Kumar C...
What are you doing there?
We were heading to the ground, Master.
But the bus broke down suddenly.
We're fixing it. We'll be there soon.
Hurry up. We're all waiting here.
O... Okay, master.
Master.
Master, what's the situation?
They're near the church.
The bus broke down.
But they'll be here soon.
Master, we're already late.
After decorating the bus, we need to head
to the junction to put up the flex boards.
You stay here. Hold this for me.
We'll go check on them and be back.
- Come, guys. Get in.
- Shouldn't I finish writing this?
We'll do it when we get there.
[coughs]
Hey, we can't keep this dead body
lying around like this for too long.
The bus owner is already calling non-stop.
Can you go talk to him?
Me?
I can't stand seeing that poor boy cry.
He spent so long searching for his father.
Who would have thought
it would all end like this?
But doesn't everything
have to end at some point, brother?
Even if you conquer the whole world,
what's the point if you lose your own soul?
What's the point?
- [quirky music plays]
- [Luke coughs]
What the hell are you smoking?
Hey, come with me.
[ominous score plays]
Hey, come fast. Come.
I'm all alone now.
[sobbing]
Aruvi...
Shouldn't we bury your father?
It's already too late.
Yeah.
Hey, lend a hand, man!
[sluggish, amused laughter]
Smoking random trash!
[soft, mysterious music plays]
[dazed chuckle]
Is this what you smoke?
No wonder you died so fast! Stupid!
- Hey, hold him!
- Come on, help me lift him.
Come on, lift.
[stoned laughter]
Daddy...
Don't go...
[mysterious score slowly intensifies]
Stop.
We can't bury my father here.
Huh?
If my father's soul is to attain peace,
his body must be cremated
properly according to the rituals.
Meaning?
As his son,
I must light my father's funeral pyre.
- But that is not...
- DADDY!
Brother, he's laughing!
[suspenseful music plays]
Go and check.
Jikku bro...
Jikku bro...
- Isn't he here?
- There's no one.
Damn it!
Where the hell did they go?
Aruvi...
- Aruvi...
- What do we do now?
- There's no one here.
- Do one thing.
Go and get everything.
- Go.
- Come.
Careful.
Watch your step.
Lower him down... down...
We can understand your feelings.
But we can't keep carrying
your father's body around like this.
Look, we'll do the rituals
you're asking for.
But how the hell
do we secretly cremate him?
Besides, is this
some piece of paper or dry leaves
to just burn like that?
Eh?
[eerie, suspenseful tune plays]
Hey...
WHEN WILL THIS MISERY END?
Keep it here.
Hey, Aruvi, no!
No!
Aruvi!
What are you even doing?
If you touch that, you'll get beaten up.
I'm know.
There's no point in getting
emotional in the middle of the night.
I have a five-cent plot in town.
We can take him there and bury him.
[unsettling score builds]
I don't understand you, Mister.
First, you offer
to take the dead body for 6000 rupees.
Now, you want to bury him in your own land?
Such a weird person you are!
How can I take my father on this bus now?
This is now
an official SMP protest vehicle.
Not a single cop in Vallikunnu
will dare stop it.
Whatever, we will face it.
You bring your father.
I'll start the vehicle.
Ugh!
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[woman] Is this your five minutes?
Do you even care about me?
I need to see you now. Video call me now.
I told you. I'll call you back.
Just give me some time.
[Jessie] Brother, where should
I keep these tools?
Who's that? Who's she?
Tell me right now.
There's nobody here.
No, you're lying. A woman is there.
I want to know who's that.
Who the hell is she?
Hey...
I don't need a person like you in my life!
Okay? Okay?
Your father's bloody okra! Cut the call!
What? My father's okra?
What's about my father's okra?
Go and ask your father!
What? What did you say?
- WHEN WILL THIS MISERY END?
- [bus engine starts with a rumble]
[lively DJ music thumps]
One minute.
[upbeat music continues]
'MISSING'
Just one minute.
Hello.
Good evening.
Evergreen Unisex Old Age Home.
My foot!
You couldn't even take care of my father
for one week, could you?
See Mr Sumesh Kurup,
this is not what you think.
The police are just making up
this "kidnapping" story
for their own benefit.
Kidnapping? So, my father is not missing?
Well, if he was kidnapped,
naturally, he's missing!
What? What the hell are you saying?
From what I can tell,
he went missing of his own free will.
The only mistake I made
was not seeing it happen.
Enough with your speeches!
I want my father back tonight!
I understand your frustration.
Shall I suggest something?
Shall we start looking for him?
Based on the places he's likely to go?
[suspenseful music builds]
- Dad... Dad...
- KANYAMARIYAM LADIES HOSTEL
Sir.
- Dad... Dad...
- DISTRICT LADIES JAIL, ERNAKULAM
Kurup sir...?
Dad.. Dad...
- Dad...
- LADIES TOILEPlease come out, Dad.
- Sir...
- Dad...
- Ugh!
- He's not here, right?
At this rate,
we might have to search for him
in Thailand, Pattaya, or 'Pragi.'
It's not "Pragi."
It is Kra... Kra... Krabi!
Okay, Krabi!
Come on, let's go find dad.
Sir! Like father, like son!
[upbeat music playing]
[soft, emotional score plays]
Hey, Aruvi...
Where are we heading?
- Where are we headed now?
- Daddy loved the sea.
Hey, if you're planning
to dump the body in the sea,
we've got a long way to go.
- Dump?
- No, I mean, to bury!
Stop wasting time and just pick a place.
Time is running out.
[brooding, eerie score plays]
Listen to some music.
Hey...
Your fashion sense is so boring.
Wait.
Oh, no!
[unsettling score continues]
On the river bank,
where I've been offering prayers for him,
we should cremate him there.
Where? At Vishnupuram?
That's a crowded place.
Are you sure of this?
Yes.
No matter what you decide,
I'll be with you.
Vishnupuram it is, then.
[deep, unsettling score builds]
If you've already decided everything,
then why the hell are we all sitting here?
Forget Vishnupuram!
We are not going anywhere.
Who the hell is he?
[unsettling score slowly intensifies]
Give him to me, and you all leave.
I'll decide what to do with my father.
You don't need to have an opinion on this.
Yeah.
From now on, I'll say
and you all will obey.
Stop the bus.
What?
I said stop the bus!
Hey!
I'm the one driving this bus.
I'll decide when to stop it.
HEY!
Hey... hey... hey...
The way you're talking right now,
you sound like some serial k*ller.
Not just any serial k*ller,
one who kills people
by stuffing bananas in their mouths.
The 'banana-brain serial k*ller.'
[everyone laughs mockingly]
[laughter continues]
[tense music grows]
- [laughter echoes]
- [ominous score rises]
The brutality in his past three murders
is unlike anything we've seen before.
You can never predict
what these psychos will do next.
The reality of serial K*llers
runs far deeper and darker
than the tales we tell.
[voice echoes in the background]
[yells angrily]
YES, YOU'RE RIGHT!
I am that serial k*ller.
Stop it, you!
You bloody...
[sudden screech of bus brakes]
Hey!
Not me, it's them.
There...
Brother...
[playful score rises]
I was taking these kids
to a rally in Trivandrum.
Our van broke down when we got here.
Could you drop them off
at Vallikunnu Junction?
But we're in the middle of something--
Okay, bro. Thank you.
But... hey! No!
- All of you, get inside.
- Hey, brother!
Get in, fast!
[indistinct chatter of children]
Come on, get inside.
Come on, quick.
[chatter continues]
Uncle, can you please stop the vehicle?
[tense score plays]
Let's go.
[reckless, loud chatter of children]
Ah! It's you, sir?
Hello sir! Where are you going?
[tense score continues]
I had some work in the head office.
We're returning from Trivandrum.
Our kids won first prize at today's rally.
Kids, do you recognise this sir?
Yes.
Let's sing the prize-winning song for him.
[kids singing a song
about Jawaharlal Nehru]
Chachaji... Chachaji
the one who showers love
Chachaji, the one who smiles
Do you know what children's day is?
It is Chachaji's birthday!
Chachaji, Chachaji,
Our beloved Chachaji
Sir, now tell us a story.
Tell us about
how Jerry hit Tom with a hammer.
[low, menacing score builds]
I'll tell you a new story today.
[child] Tell us, sir!
The story of the prince
who went in search of a treasure.
[child] It's a banger!
Once upon a time, there was a prince.
He spent years guarding a treasure.
One day, a band of thieves
stole it from him.
[pepper spray hissing]
The poor prince was heartbroken.
He pleaded with them to return it.
Go and sit there!
But none of them
were willing to give it back.
Awesome!
So, what do you think
the poor prince will do?
Tell me.
What do you think he will do?
Tell me.
What would he do then?
Shalini teacher,
please keep an eye on them.
Kids, get off slowly.
Okay, bye, sir.
See you later.
[reckless, loud chatter of children]
Didn't you once try
to run over the police with a bus?
Please do something.
Hey, the bus had a brake failure
and crashed into their jeep.
I wasn't trying to k*ll them.
This man is a serial k*ller.
This isn't a joke.
Bye, Uncle.
I shall cut your head off
I shall slice you into pieces
Don't you scream, boy
I'll stab you!
Uncle,
what did the prince do to the thieves?
You tell me, what should he do?
No doubt! k*ll them, Uncle!
- [kid laughs]
- [sinister music grows]
That's exactly what
the prince decided, too.
[music grows intense]
- [dazed, sluggish laughter]
- [reckless, high-pitched giggles]
Hey, come here.
[autorickshaw drives off]
[scooter revs up and drives off]
[slow, quiet creak as bus door opens]
[short, shaky breaths]
[bus door creaks open stealthily]
- Close the door!
- Oh, no!
[foreboding music grows louder]
I k*lled the last three.
It was this man's turn next.
But you spoiled it.
[music continues]
Hand him over to me,
and the rest of you can leave.
That won't happen.
[tension-filled score rises]
Eh?
It won't happen.
That's my father.
Damn your father!
You only met him half an hour ago.
No need for all this sentiment.
You think I don't know how to k*ll you all
and take him with me?
[tense music continues]
I'll inform the police.
Hey...
Then let's all
go to the police station together.
[music grows darker]
Hey, that's me.
Jessie, you too.
Do whatever you want.
You can k*ll me
and only then take my father.
[menacing score plays]
I would love to do that.
[score swells]
I'm asking you one last time.
Are you giving him to me or not?
That's my father. Try to understand.
You try to convince the k*ller,
I'll go and return with the villagers.
I swear, I'll come back.
- Truth alone triumphs!
- Jikku bro!
Oh, no!
Stop.
Where's the tyre?
[quirky tune plays]
What happened?
- That...
- What?
Well, sir...
My wedding is on December 16th.
So? Are you inviting me
in the middle of the night?
- No, sir, just changing the tyre first...
- Isn't this Kumaran Master's vehicle?
He doesn't have a shed here.
Sir, we're not going to the shed.
We're going to the ground.
Why to the ground?
This is the vehicle
to take people to the protest tomorrow.
Oh.
Hi.
Him? What's he doing here?
Sir, he's the son of a friend of mine.
He just comes by to help sometimes.
Help, huh? That too, him?
He's a nice guy, sir.
The villagers and his family
have a very good opinion of him.
I know that.
I've seen this moustache somewhere before.
Hey, did you forget me?
I was the one who arrested you last week
and took you to the station.
Wait. Didn't you go to Czechoslovakia?
In this bus?
Hey! You might fool the town folks,
but not me, the SI Tiger Sir.
I know who's actually
fooling the town folks.
Have you caught the serial k*ller?
Not yet.
Not yet, but he's under
our constant surveillance.
Then should I catch him for you?
No need. We'll handle it, right?
Yeah.
Let me get hold of him once.
- I will drag him on his knees.
- [grinds teeth in anger]
Of course!
I'll catch him right now.
No, thanks.
- Gimme the photo.
- Sir.
Do you... No, leave it.
Do you know this guy?
He is missing.
Any clue?
Have you seen him before? He is missing.
If you know anything,
call and inform the police.
Sir...
Can you please forward it
to me on WhatsApp?
Hey, forward this to him.
Gimme your number.
778... 1158.
Will you wait till his marriage
or go to Czechoslovakia soon?
Sir...
Please send it as a document.
Otherwise, the quality will drop.
Yeah, of course.
He's a man of good quality!
- Enough, get in the jeep.
- [jeep revs and drives off]
- Tata...
- Good night, sir.
- Bro...
- What do we do now?
Let me go and gather the townsfolk.
What else can we...
Brother, there's a problem.
What happened?
- The serial k*ller left.
- Huh?
Really?
How is that a problem?
But...
when he left...
he took your daddy, too.
Huh?
Daddy...
Aruvi...
[dramatic music swells slowly]
[splash of water hitting face]
[phone ringing]
Brother...
Please don't cry.
- We can look for your daddy.
- Don't go there now.
No, dear.
We won't be able to do anything now.
Even if we go looking for him,
that guy would've done
whatever he wanted with my daddy.
Well...
you'll be able to see your daddy
when the police find his corpse tomorrow.
So?
But before that,
we should find his daddy.
What for?
What's wrong with you?
Well, he is wearing
my jacket.
My boy, I'll get you a new jacket and dhoti
as my wedding treat!
- Thanks, brother.
- No mention.
But there's a small problem
with that jacket.
Huh? What problem?
[quirky, whimsical score plays]
- Please don't hit him!
- Loser!
Please don't hit me!
All our issues were getting sorted out,
- but you ruined it all!
- No, brother.
What should I do with him?
- Please don't hit him!
- He ruined everything!
I didn't do it intentionally.
My head was spinning...
Why do you chase me everywhere
and trouble me, huh?
[dramatic music plays]
It's all just a joke to you,
including me.
Jessie...
[sobbing]
You're the one
who dragged this issue this far.
Wasn't troubling the whole town enough?
Now you're after me too!
[laboured breaths, sobs]
Have you ever been of any use to anybody?
[slow, dramatic score plays]
[Luke cries]
[dramatic, emotional score continues]
Luke whimpers, cries]
Hey... I...
I didn't hit you intentionally.
Please let it go.
I'm not sad because of that...
Didn't you hear her?
I'm troubling her it seems.
[emotional music plays]
Do you know something?
Whoever I tried to help,
I only ended up causing trouble.
They all turned against me.
Even now, when she was in trouble,
all I did was try to help.
Whatever I say or do
always turns into a mistake, brother.
[soft sobs and sniffles]
[Luke sniffles]
[Jessie sobs]
[Luke breaks into tears]
[Jessie breaks into tears]
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Don't change your word when sir asks you.
- No.
- Isn't he the one?
- Yes.
Everything alright, sir?
[vehicle engine rumbles]
Who saw him?
Is he the one?
Oh, Chachaji.
Dear... Have you seen this uncle?
Yes.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Where?
- In a bus.
In a bus? Where are you returning from?
He's returning
after the children's day program.
He got down from the bus
at Vallikunnu junction.
Was this uncle all alone,
or was anybody there with him?
There was another uncle.
Really?
- Will you be able to recognise him?
- Yes.
What does he look like?
He has coloured his hair yellow.
[suspenseful music rises]
Yellow colour?
Yes.
Have a look. Is he the one?
Yes. He's the one.
- He's the one.
- Are you sure?
- Is he the one?
- Yes. It's him.
[suspenseful music continues]
He is playing with us.
You bloody serial k*ller!
Serial k*ller?
My son saw him, sir.
Will we get the reward of ten lakh rupees?
Of course.
Call the control room.
We've tracked down the serial k*ller.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Son, it's me. Lalitha's father.
Papa?
What's the issue between you two?
That...
We...
I heard that you had some arguments
about her dad's Okra.
That was quite bad, son.
Okra?
It's true that my okra farming is
running at a bit of a loss.
But my coffee beans and black pepper
are reaping huge profits.
So, please don't fight about
papa's okra in future.
But...
[Luke's phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Hey, son.
Where are you?
[emotional score plays]
Did you... eat anything?
Daddy...!
Yes, I did.
I have prepared
your favourite fish curry and rice.
Come home. Let's eat dinner together.
Okay... I will come.
Come fast, dear.
Please come, okay?
Does he even have my number?
- How much do I owe you?
- One lakh rupees.
Two lakhs for you.
And fifty thousand for you.
Sir...
The boy will be here soon.
Please give that ten lakhs to me, okay?
- Of course!
- Cool then!
Baby...
Dear...
[woman] Am I toxic?
Of course!
Huh? Me? Toxic?
No, I mean...
I guess you're tense.
I'll call you when you're free.
I'll wait for your call.
Yes. I will call you.
Okay?
Okay. Now tell me.
I... love you. Okay?
Okay?
Me too.
[soft, emotional music plays]
[Jessie cries uncontrollably]
Jessie...
Come here.
- Aruvi. You too come.
- Okay.
Listen...
whatever happened has happened.
We gotta escape from this somehow.
We gotta do something about that.
Where do we look for him at this hour?
He's already long gone.
Even if he's gone, how far can he go
with the body?
- Let's look around.
- [message notification]
[voice note plays] Where are you, man?
There are cops all around your house!
They say you're a serial k*ller,
cyber criminal...
It's your photo all over WhatsApp, too!
And don't bother calling me back, okay?
If you can, just delete my number.
Be a Sigma!
[tense music builds]
Received this in a WhatsApp group.
Oh, no.
[music grows intense]
[man] The serial k*ller has been
identified in Vallikkunnu.
Our whole force should reach there. Over.
We can't stay here another minute.
We gotta leave this place immediately.
Come.
Nothing we do now will make a difference.
The police will be here any moment,
looking for me.
You guys leave.
At least you can save yourselves.
If we go, we go together!
I'm trapped anyway.
[soft, emotional score plays]
To get out of this,
I'd have to confess everything
to the police,
and I'm not doing that.
Someone has to surrender, no matter what.
[Jessie sobs and sniffles]
[emotional music continues]
Let me be of some use, at least this way.
I didn't mean it. Just heat of the moment.
I'll confess to the police.
I'll say I did it when he molested me.
That way, you guys won't have to deal with
any more trouble because of me.
I'll confess everything.
[sobs]
It's all because of me.
Just listen to me, Jessie.
Please drop her home safely.
- How can we leave you here--
- Brother...
You pierced into my heart
like a shard of glass
Go now.
Jessie...
Even the sweetness of nectar
feels like torment
When I come back after serving my term,
will you wait for me?
Are you departing? I am unsure
Is it a smile,
or is it our fate so vile?
Pleasure and pain feel the same to me
I shall blaze, I shall perish
Like a burning candle
Were our dreams nothing but lies?
Right and wrong feel the same to me
I shall go on forever and ever
In this prison of love
Is it a smile,
or is it our fate so vile?
Pleasure and pain feel the same to me
I shall blaze, I shall perish
Like a burning candle
Were our dreams nothing but lies?
Right and wrong feel the same to me
I shall go on forever and ever
In this prison of love
Like a shard of glass
[dog barks loudly]
[barking continues]
[dog chain rattles]
[soft dog grunts]
Hey...
Isn't that you?
Are you, too, like me? "Wanted"?
[playful score plays]
Let me be of some help to you, at least.
[playful music continues]
Ajay Ramachandran, DySP.
Desp?
Oh, maybe because he lost his dog.
- Hello.
- [man] Hello?
Ajay Ramachandran, aren't you desp?
Yes. I am desp.
How do you know?
Well...
- Your dog is at Vallikunnu junction now.
- [dog barks]
You'll get him if you come now.
Hello? You mean Pakru?
I'll be there soon. Please wait.
I wish I could wait.
But if my ride comes,
I will have to go.
What ride?
Hello?
I have a car. I can drop you.
[dog barks]
Yeah. Yeah.
Yes. Let's do it here.
The sky is visible. It's good.
Sorry, honey.
- Sorry!
- What are you doing?
This cloak is big enough to build a tent.
Had I been Hulk,
a boxer would've been enough.
Wow! Nice place.
Anyway, he doesn't know anything.
If you're done badmouthing your teacher,
fly this and show me.
Okay, watch now.
Wow!
[soft buzzing of a drone]
Nice!
What? A swimming pool in our village?
That's just tarpaulin.
Really? I was so shocked.
Go left.
[suspenseful music builds]
All places look the same.
Maybe because it's night.
Brother...
Brother... Can you pan the camera
to further left?
- A wolf on his chest?
- What for?
My...
One of my friends is missing. So...
He's mentally a bit unstable.
So?
So, can you use this camera
to find out where he is?
No way.
Brother, please tell him...
Why not?
Fly the helicopter and show him.
He a Sigma male, after all!
Worship him!
- Uncle is with you, okay?
- Thank you.
Open your eyes and see.
Yes. Have a look.
Move. Move further.
To left, left.
Left, left.
- Is this his device?
- I don't know. Who is he?
He's driving it as if it's his own!
I'll charge you extra for this.
Over that road, please...
To the side, please.
It can't be bent further.
- Let me check again.
- What?
[suspenseful music grows]
Yes. He's the one.
- Okay, brother! Got him!
- Got what?
- Thank you, uncle. Thank you, aunty.
- No mention.
Boy...
It's not safe to roam around at night.
A serial k*ller is on the loose.
I'll drop you. Come on.
It's okay, uncle.
Thank you. Thank you.
He'll drop himself, it seems.
Couldn't you find any better places?
Exactly. Such a lifeless location!
We should've gone to Kullu or Manali
as I said.
- Isn't it all foggy there?
- We can take blankets along.
This bike will do.
- It's my bike!
- Sorry. Sorry.
What do I do now?
[foreboding music plays]
Baby, stop the car!
I have seen that guy somewhere.
Huh? Where?
Banana k*ller!
Ten lakh rupees?
[upbeat music plays]
[catchy tune plays as vehicle reverses]
[phone rings]
- Hello?
- Jessie, the serial k*ller, is at the waste--
[dog barks]
Brother... It was Lukachan who called.
He said something like
'serial k*ller', 'West'...
West?
Isn't Western Ghat a mountain range?
[upbeat, suspenseful tune plays]
[wild, erratic laughter]
My dear uncle! I'm not a serial k*ller!
Cliche! Cliche!
Every serial k*ller says this line!
Baby! Not just one or two,
but this piece is worth ten lakhs!
Ugh! It's not me!
The serial k*ller worth 10 lakhs
is another guy!
- Come with me, I'll show you!
- Stop it!
Yeah, we believe you!
We'll hand you over to the police,
receive ten lakhs,
pay the dues to the Marwari money lender.
Happy and peaceful life!
You're my lucky charm, my darling.
[upbeat music fades out]
- [vehicle rumbles]
- [sound of wheelbarrow rolling]
[ominous score plays]
Hello?
Do you know the route to Vallikunnu?
[in Hindi] I don't know.
Oh! A Hindi guy?
[in Hindi] Have you seen this dog?
Roaming around here?
[in Malayalam] No. I haven't seen it.
[in Hindi] Okay. Alright.
Master...
Look at this.
What's this?
But how did he become a serial k*ller?
I can't believe it.
He used to spend time with us.
Dear, the human mind is a sea of mysteries.
What we see is not the truth.
The face of truth is always dirty.
You don't know how serial K*llers are!
Master! Help me!
My students are everywhere!
Isn't that the face of truth
you mentioned just now?
Master! If we catch him,
we get fame and ten lakhs!
I sought pleasure in massy murders
I witnessed frenzy
when the bananas ripened
The tale of your death,
It's so mesmerizing
I sought pleasure in massy murders
When the body crashes into pieces
The tale of your death,
It's so mesmerizing
[fast-paced music continues]
Master! Master!
Pull him out!
- Luke P.P!
- Present, sir!
Come out. You've grown so much, huh?
Hey! He's my serial k*ller!
- Your serial k*ller?
- Yes!
On what basis?
Luke, come on, walk.
Whatever you say,
it's my baby who caught him.
We need that 10 lakhs
to conduct our wedding.
Not gonna happen!
If you have any ethics, come with us.
I agree that you guys caught me.
But I've known Master for years.
But if you can give me 2%
of your ten lakhs, I'll come with you.
Commission?
Of course! If you don't catch me,
how will you get ten lakhs?
Please come with me, boy.
You're our 'Ponman'. Come!
I know how to take you from here
without paying a penny.
Throw him into our vehicle.
- I can pay you 0.5% commission.
- Not possible.
I'll spill the beans about
you falling for the math teacher.
- 1%?
- No!
I haven't forgotten you smoking in class.
Are you even a teacher, you loser?
You take the whole ten lakhs.
I won't give him up.
- I won't.
- Get the tools.
I'll never give him up.
Let go of me, Dracula!
You are under arrest!
[serious tone playing]
Bloody serial k*ller!
You thought you could fool
Ajay Ramachandran and escape?
Ajay Ramachandran...?
DySP...
Are you a policeman?
It's me who caught him first, sir
at ten o'clock.
When can I get my 10 lakh rupees?
Today?
You could catch him
only because we blocked them.
What are you? A b*llet-proof vest?
Hey, idiots! He is...
Have you seen such a uniform
for any policeman?
Any cop have a jeep like that?
He's fake! Deepfake!
He'll trick you guys
and get away with the ten lakhs!
I am okay to go with anybody,
I just want my 2% commission.
What are you waiting for? He's a fraud!
Let me show you if I'm a thief or a police!
Come with me!
YOU!
[upbeat, heroic beat plays]
[upbeat music continues]
Hey!
Oh, my! Right on my Master's chest!
Violence against women is punishable.
Do you know?
WCC section 354.
Come here, you!
Violence against men, too, is punishable.
Hey, Ajay Ramachandran!
- Don't move!
- No!
Don't do it!
I'll k*ll the dog if you move!
Hit me. But not the dog!
- Stand up! Err... Hands up!
- Okay.
- Statue!
- Okay!
Nobody, move! Statue there!
Pakru! Don't go!
Don't go with strangers!
Get into the car.
Please, dear dog.
[suspenseful beat rises]
[vehicle starts and drives off]
- Nobody move!
- The dog left with ten lakhs!
[vehicle rumbles as it moves]
Finally...
- [suspenseful music plays]
- [vehicle rumbles]
[suspenseful music continues]
[tyres screech to a halt]
You wait here.
Brutal violence is gonna follow.
If you witness it, you'll get scared.
Marco!
HEY, YOU!
[dark, ominous score rises]
HEY!
[sound of a sharp object cutting into skin]
Thanks to you, the police are after me now!
Come down, you!
All you do is pick on oldies,
k*ll them, and act like a hero.
What a useless,
'banana-brained' serial k*ller!
I lost everything because of you!
My swag, my girl...
My Czechoslovakia...
Well, that's the loss of the townsfolk!
I don't have anything to lose now!
Come down!
[suspenseful music rises]
Come down, you banana!
[music intensifies]
Come on!
[fast-paced, ominous music builds]
[music continues]
[music swells]
[grunts with effort]
[whoosh of a swift movement]
[grunts loudly]
[quick, fluid movement]
[grunts with effort]
[energetic music rises]
[grunts loudly]
[high-energy, suspenseful score builds]
[grunts]
O, Mother!
[loud thud]
[tense music rises]
Let go! Let go!
[triumphant score plays]
[chain rattles]
[heroic music plays]
[chain rattles]
[playful music plays]
[grunts loudly]
I shall hack your head off
I shall slice you into pieces
Go away, you scum.
Don't you scream, boy
I'll stab you!
- Come down!
- Get lost! I'll throw all of this on you!
I shall cut your mouth wide open
with a sword
Don't utter a word,
I'll finish you off, darling!
I sought pleasure in massy murders
When the body crashes into pieces
The tale of your death,
It's so mesmerizing
Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
[low, menacing tune plays]
[menacing tune swells]
[screams aloud in pain]
[heavy thwack as blunt object strikes]
[loud thud]
[pants heavily]
[grunts loudly]
Hey! Come!
- [heavy smash]
- [groans in pain]
[chokes and coughs]
[pants heavily]
- [grunts]
- [sharp cry of pain]
[choked gasp, struggling for air]
[dark, sinister tune plays]
[loud, agonised shriek]
- [high-pitched squeal of wire being pulled]
- [deep, strained grunt]
[ominous music continues]
[heavy grunt]
Didn't I leave you all behind?
[shriek of pain]
Didn't I help you all?
Yet, you're too irked!
Now die!
[gasps for breath]
[struggling breath]
[loud honk of bus horn]
[upbeat music starts playing]
[music continues to play]
Bring our boy down!
Are you okay, boy?
Did you see my daddy?
Daddy...
Oh, no!
Oh, no! Lukachan!
Hey, k*ller! Where's my daddy?
To hell with his serial!
Where's my daddy?
[groans in pain]
Daddy...
No...
Lukachan... Lukachan...
[sobbing]
Oh no...
Oh, no... Blood...
[groans in pain]
Daddy!
Daddy...
Ouch!
[phone rings]
Didn't I invite you to my wedding
on Dec 16th, you idiot?
Get lost, you!
[phone continues to ring]
Lukachan...
Jessie...
My Pookie!
My darling!
Daddy... Daddy...
Oops! A nail punctured me!
Daddy...
O, Mother!
I'll be right back, Lukachan.
No! No! Don't hit me.
Please don't hit me, brother.
O, Mother!
Daddy...
I'll finish you today!
- [loud grunt]
- Oh no!
My sugar level is low...
Can't do it anymore.
[suspenseful music plays]
[music swells]
Go ahead.
[upbeat score plays]
[shrieks in pain]
[screams in pain]
Jessie...
Oh no! Oh no!
[whimpers in pain, struggling]
[bouncy tune plays]
[suspenseful beat rises]
[hiss of pepper spray]
[loud, agonised scream]
[hiss of spray continues]
[heroic beat plays]
[upbeat music plays]
[cheerful, happy score rises]
[water running from tap]
If you can, untie yourself and come.
I'll be there at the bus stand.
Evidence.
Why do you need this rose now?
I'll give you one!
You don't know how bad I used to be.
[sweet, emotional music plays]
Will you marry me?
- Get lost!
- O shining star
Will you join me?
Hey...
It's not safe to be here for long.
The police may arrive at any moment.
Let's go.
Brother...
Brother...
Instead of
cremating your daddy at Vishnupuram,
how about we do it here?
[soft, poignant music plays]
O mighty heroes
Is this world nothing more than
a passing street play?
The river of time stands frozen here
Moments trapped, deep within
Bless us with wings
Is there a world beyond this haze?
Is there another shore waiting for us?
When do we cross the distance unseen?
Bless us with wings
Everything we see,
Is it slipping away
in the blink of an eye?
All that once seemed
so full of colour,
Is it all fading,
like a rainbow disappearing?
The words we write,
are they losing their meaning?
Are our lives drifting alone,
even while in crowds?
Bless us with wings
To reach the other end
Bless us with wings
O mighty heroes
[grunts, laboured breaths]
[fire crackling]
[ominous score builds]
[fire continues to crackle]
[menacing music plays]
[music swells]
[suspenseful score sets in]
[upbeat music plays]
[chuckles]
[suspenseful score plays]
- Daddy...
- Daddy...
- Daddy...
- Daddy...
[fast-paced music continues]
[upbeat, heroic tune plays]
Luke P.P, who caught the serial k*ller
and burnt down the waste plant
at Vallikunnu village,
is our guest today,
in 'Kattan with Kuttan'.
What do you have to tell us, sir?
One 'Bhagyasooktham' offering,
for prosperity
[Luke] See, Kuttan,
it has been my passion
since childhood, to help people.
If you ask around, you'll get to know.
I help them every day.
Back once, when the school students
felt that the teachers were troubling them,
I once burnt down the staff room.
They had to close the school for two weeks
after that.
It was quite a relief for the kids.
It was a big relief for the villagers
when I burned down the waste plant.
God. Please clear the obstacles
in my path.
[playful, whimsical music plays]
God showed me this sign in my dream.
I haven't tattooed this sign on
anybody else in this world. Yes!
I'm sure he was my daddy.
Daddy...
Yes, he was my daddy.
[music continues]
[A Strange Story] A house, where five
insurance agents, including Kumaran, lived.
They were facing rat problems
in the house.
On a Friday, after his work,
Kumaran left for his hometown
to see his wife and son.
During that weekend,
his colleagues were trying hard
to get rid of the rats.
At every nook and corner of the house,
they placed bananas mixed with rat poison,
and waited for the rats.
Monday early morning,
Kumaran returned home hungry.
He sat down at the table to eat
the 'Puttu and Kadala'
he brought from home.
Just before pouring the curry over 'Puttu',
he noticed the banana on the table.
He kept the curry away, took the banana,
mixed it with 'Puttu',
and started eating it.
He kneaded down
the chunks and pieces further.
[lively music plays]
It was the last 'Puttu' of Kumaran's life.
Kumaran died,
consuming the rat poison in the banana.
The four colleagues face trials
for Kumaran's death.
This is how the revenge story of
Kumaran's son Sreekumar,
who was later known as
the 'Banana k*ller' began.
We will be back soon
with another fictional story.
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