Identity (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Son...

Don't play with that.

Doctor uncle will get angry.

It's okay, Anitha.

He's just arranging it.

Here.

But...

how did he?

He's a prodigy.

Not that he understands

the subjects or the book titles,

but he can spot the texture, colours

and the size of the lettering

on those leather covers better than we do.

Didn't I tell you my sister, Smitha

was an artist?

He is her second child.

Haran.

Sir, I came to call you.

Smitha's condition is stable.

Hemiparesis.

Left side is almost paralysed.

She was a police sketch artist.

She was married to a police officer.

ASI Prathap Sankar.

However, their married life

was nothing like

the romance they had at the office.

For ten long years...

she endured his abuse

before filing for divorce.

She won the divorce.

But, lost the custody battle.

The court granted custody of their

older daughter, Devika, to the mother,

while he was given custody

of their three-year-old son.

In that shock she spent

the next 5 odd years.

It was after that

she met Sudeep, a session singer from

Bangalore and married him.

They had a child last July.

Neerja.

Our dearest Neeru mol.

Two months ago, one night,

we received a call.

Prathap Sankar had lost consciousness

and passed away.

Alcohol poisoning.

Smitha and the rest of us

were all happy to have Haran

back after completing all the formalities.

But it wasn't what we expected.

Having lived seven years

with him in those quarters.

He had developed an

obsessive personality disorder.

That man never saw him as his own son.

But as a cadet, he could discipline,

hit and train.

No matter what he did

or how well he did it,

that man was never satisfied.

During the first seven years of his life,

his young mind developed

an obsession complex

by trying to please his father,

striving for a perfection

that did not exist.

Obsessed with organisation.

Obsessed with perfection.

Thats what you witnessed

in that room earlier, Anitha.

It's his way of coping

with his mother's situation.

What about Mr. Sudeep? Did you tell him?

No.

I just told him that Sudeep

is also in a serious condition,

just like Smitha, after the accident.

Uncle.

Devu..

Dear...

Don't cry.

Didn't I tell you

about Mom's situation?

Wipe away those tears.

Where's Haran, uncle?

'IDENTITY'

Emy.

You've been in there for so long.

Does it not fit?

Just a minute, let me wear this dress.

Is she ever gonna get out?

- Uff! Let's go?

- Yes.

We've been waiting forever.

- Isn't this nice?

- Yes, it is.

- Is this okay?

- I liked it.

You're happy, no? I'm very happy.

Thank you.

The car keys are in the trial room.

Do one thing, you go and collect the dress.

- I'll quickly go get the keys.

- What happened?

Let's go collect it. She'll be back.

- Veena!

- What's it?

- I found a phone inside the trial room.

- Phone?

It was recording.

This is...

I'm scared.

- Don't be.

- What happened, madam?

Are you Malayalis?

We got this phone from the trial room.

The camera was on.

Look!

Did anyone else use that trial room

in the 10 minutes before you?

That guy has been hovering around

for a while now.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Catch him!

Stop there!

What's it?

What happened, Nakul bro?

You are in Udayampalayam

and didn't even call?

We need to set up the work

for the next payment, right?

Huh?

Didnt I ask you not to call me

about this, Amar?

Please! I am at work.

Bro.

You're not doing me some service.

The amount is being credited

to your account as it should be.

And I've got those records on my phone.

So, how come you forget all that?

Amar, please.

Anyway, I've sent you a link.

It's an FB profile.

You need to find the address

and location and text it to me.

Your cash has been credited.

Don't be nervous.

We've given a complaint.

They'll take care of the rest.

Listen...

Don't go tell this to Sandeep now.

Okay? I'm off.

Let's go.

By the time you reach the police station,

this 6-minute clip of you

will be all over the internet.

Please...

Your wedding is just around the corner.

A one-time offer.

Three lakh rupees.

Then no one will see this video.

Come.

Do you have your ATM card with you?

Lets withdraw everything from it first.

And the rest by 12 oclock tomorrow.

Hello, sir.

I've nothing more to say.

I'm not doing this

for the sake of virtue.

You first settle the cash we agreed upon.

Or I'll do whatever I damn well please

with what I've got.

Oh, is that the stance you're taking?

I'll show you what I can do!

Hello Nakul.

There's a problem.

I need a place to stay for two days.

And an IP address

to connect my system and stuff.

Nakul? Hello?

Hello! Nakul?

Who's there?

Who are you?

Sorry... please...

Please, please...

Please, please, please!

Plea... I'm begging you.

Please...

'IDENTITY'

Thats exactly what it is!

Sensation! The hype around that case.

We found a burned body on the

Kerala-Tamil Nadu border near Sholayar.

By the time the case was filed

and the investigation began,

we got a surprise call

from the Tamil Nadu Police,

that a textile godown by the river there

was destroyed by fire.

And they had evidence showing that

someone removed a burned body from inside

and dumped it into the river.

But the body was found in Kerala.

Dont you feel a mystery build-up

when you hear it?

The thing is,

whoever this dead person is,

just because the m*rder happened

in their circle,

they want to conduct the investigation.

So basically, they want us to hand over

the body and other items we recovered.

For the time being, let them run behind us.

I'll say 'evidence in transit' and submit.

And for a week or two,

keep the stuff with you.

Well hand it over gradually.

Okay, sir.

Is that so?

Latha, I've a visitor.

I'll call you later.

Allen Jacob.

From Bangalore Witness Cell.

What brings you here?

Sir, Id like to talk to you privately.

Sure.

As for this witness...

is it someone who just saw

bits and pieces of the incident?

No, sir. She has a photographic memory.

She remembers everything clearly.

But that's when this accident happened.

So you suspect foul play?

I have reason to.

A hit-and-run happening at that same time

and she didnt even see the car.

It was a head injury.

And where is she now?

I need to find out who did this

and bring her before a magistrate

to record her statement.

It's best if she stays with me

in the meantime.

Sir, I need a safe house until then.

Could you find me one?

Do one thing.

You come to my place.

Blossom Heights.

My wife is the current caretaker.

I'll arrange a flat for you there.

Also, another thing...

keep this matter just between us.

Tell everyone else

that she is your sister.

Especially to Latha.

- Good morning, doctor.

- Good morning.

Tell those Association people to get lost!

But, you also shouldn't have

jumped the g*n like this.

He has an obsessively

perfectionist personality.

These problem arise

because he's sitting jobless.

He cannot survive without proper

routine, planning and structure.

He's just spending his extra energy.

This is exactly the problem here!

He has no plans left to make anymore!

I'm worried he'll get us all

kicked out of here.

What are they doing there?

Can't you hear the noise?

Both the brother and sister

are practicing songs in there.

I think it's for the association's program.

Im not sure.

Haran!

Can you stop taking notes?

This isnt a competition, after all.

Forever free to soar with the wind

Its a sight to behold,

the shore from above

When the gentle rains fall

on the lush forests

In the quiet shade of a solitary tree

We can stay there as long as we desire

Even when the skies clear,

it will still feel like home

To witness sights

that captivate the eyes

Hasnt time patiently awaited us?

In the shade of flowering trees

Beneath the half-bloomed jasmine

Why not embrace what fate has given us?

We can stay there as long as we desire

Even when the skies clear,

it will still feel like home

Sir, it's on the 5th floor.

Thank you.

Oh, are you on the 5th floor too?

We're neighbours!

My name is Neerja.

That's my brother, Haran.

My sister, Devika.

Hi.

Allen Jacob, Karnataka Police.

Oh.

- Have you forgotten anything?

- I haven't.

- Did you take everything?

- Yeah.

I feel like I've forgotten something.

That's your room.

For the next few weeks,

this is your room.

I'll be here most of the time.

And when I'm not,

constable Mercy will be here.

Don't mind that

she's on her maternity leave.

She's armed.

Whatever you need, you can speak to her.

Do you understand me?

There is round-the-clock security

at the gate.

But remember...

not to interact with anyone

other than Mercy and me.

Until we make a breakthrough in this case,

you need to stay in here.

To the people here,

youre my sister

whos come from Bangalore

for a vacation.

It should stay that way.

Yes?

Mm-hmm.

Mercy, keep an eye on her.

Ruby... come!

Here.

Come on, Ruby.

Come.

Come... here you go.

Argh.

Those new tenants upstairs

are probably giving her some treats.

The moment this is left open,

she immediately runs up.

Hey, you!

Stop cleaning up my flat.

Let's go to Dinesh's flat.

They are collecting evidence

over there regarding the scooter incident.

Come.

Here.

Right eye.

Son, were the eyebrows

on the person you saw very thick?

- Yeah.

- Look.

Is that okay?

That's right.

Is his nose long, like his ears?

- Like this?

- Yes, like this.

Ah. Come.

He's a sketch artist.

Wanted to make sure we covered everything.

Is that correct?

Was his nose round like this?

Yes, like that.

Hmm... Lips?

- Lips...

- Is that okay?

Yes, okay.

Let me slightly rotate it.

Dinesh, sir.

Is he from the department?

No, he's a private contractor.

Okay.

Why do you ask?

Sorry to interrupt.

Can I ask a doubt?

Didn't he say that the tip of the ear

is close to the cheek?

Then why have you drawn like this?

Hey...

Or nevermind...

Sir, who is this?

He's our neighbour.

I'm making a composite sketch here,

not just...

- Okay.

- Son, you continue.

What's it?

The sketch he's drawing is wrong.

Huh!

How do you know that?

Did the ears of the person you saw

look like this?

Yes.

You see, when we do it

with software,

there can be small errors.

It's not the software's fault.

And it's not yours either.

No one in this world

has ears like that.

If it exists,

it would be in some comic book.

So, all this time... he was?

When I saw him nodding his head along

to all the options shown to him,

I understood that Ashwin

had not seen the thief's face.

Am I right?

But your responses make it seem like

youve definitely seen him.

Who actually saw him?

Uncle...

Actually... Aathi saw him.

She's scared... that's why...

She had described his full face to me.

I can tell you exactly what she said.

Dear, do you remember his face?

Mm-hmm.

Aathi.

What was the hairstyle

of that uncle you saw?

- Do you remember?

- Mm-hmm.

Was it thick hair combed back,

like your dad's?

Or was it combed to the side,

like that uncle's?

Like this.

How does she know it so precisely?

When we see faces at a glance,

the hairstyle is often the feature

we remember most.

Once we get the hairstyle and forehead,

we can get a rough measurement of the nose.

Aathi,

how was that uncle's nose?

Was it big?

Slightly big.

Not that big.

Okay.

What about his forehead?

Did it have lines

or was it flat?

It was flat.

Is Haran a professional sketch artist?

Even Im just finding out

that he knows this job as well.

Were that uncles ears

sticking out like this

or more like this?

They were like this.

You see the size of this eye?

This distance is the same as that size.

This distance is the same

as that distance.

Do you understand, my son?

Do you want to see it, my dear?

Aathi, is this the face

of the person you saw?

Yes.

This is...

Isn't this Sibi?

I knew it wouldn't be someone from outside.

You were the one

who brought him here for plumbing!

- Latha...

- Excuse me...

We're leaving.

This is so embarrassing.

The association will have a

field day with this!

During the time-frame she mentioned,

not a single commercial vehicle

passed through the exit roads

around the crime scene.

Let's contact the MVD, Allen.

They could shortlist

based on these details.

It's okay, sir.

I'll handle this.

Thanks for the help.

Sir,

since the girl recalls

the man's details so clearly,

why not have an artist create a sketch,

like we did this morning?

Get lost, man!

I still haven't gotten over

getting one sketch drawn.

And you want another one!

This is the fourth complaint this month.

If we change the inverter backup

and connect it directly to the line,

- it'll cause a short circuit.

- Madam, this is--

Enough, Rathish!

Don't tell me anything anymore!

- Don't talk to me like that.

- Devika it's my... my clothes!

These are my clothes, Devika.

Why should I be responsible?

So, you're not responsible?

You're not responsible for anything?!

What do you mean by that?

Can you say something?

Can you just make her understand?

Good time to talk?

Yes.

Did you understand what I said, Haran?

Except for Dinesh sir, me,

and now you,

no one else knows about this.

And it should stay that way.

I'm trusting you.

Dont you have professionals

in your department

who can draw such sketches for you?

I told you, right.

I have to handle this privately.

And the sketch you drew this morning

based on the kid's description?

I think you're the right man for the job.

Um... sir...

This is not some blind process.

In sketching,

context is very important.

Without knowing the specifics of the case

or the timeline,

recreating a face, you saw weeks ago

is very challenging.

I'm sorry, Haran.

That part is non-negotiable.

I cannot share the details of the case.

She just survived a m*rder attempt.

And her life is in grave danger.

If you aren't a part of this,

then...

Okay.

First, lets begin with

a rough shape of his face.

Take a proper--

Pentagonal shape.

On a square-shaped face,

he had a chin that

extended down like a fifth corner.

Like a pentagon.

What about his chin?

Was he double-chinned?

- Or...

- No.

His chin protruded forward.

Hmm...

He had a moustache and beard

that looked like

he hadn't shaved in a week.

Hold.

Can you describe his eyes

and eyebrows once again?

His eyebrows were thick,

with the upper ends curving downward.

Medium thickness.

And beneath them

were slightly elongated eyes.

Session over.

Okay, sir.

Let's go?

What's it, Haran?

Sir, do you recognise this sketch?

It's a sketch of the

Perumbavoor m*rder case suspect.

Back then, Dinesh sir was handling

the evidence for that case.

This sketch was a major topic of discussion

in the news at the time.

But,

this was the actual culprit in that case.

Sometime after the m*rder,

the election took place.

A new Government came in power.

And so did a new investigation team.

That investigation team

called back the old witnesses of this case

and had a professional sketch artist

create a new sketch.

That was the controversial sketch

we saw earlier.

There were major differences between

that sketch and the actual culprit.

But because of the similarities

in the features of this sketch,

this guy faced a lot of attacks

on social media.

This is a common memory error

that can occur

when creating a description-based sketch.

Source-monitoring error.

When we try to remember a face

we've once seen and forgotten,

our memory can sometimes be compromised.

A sketch created without

considering those errors

will also reflect the same mistakes.

Okay. Got it.

But you heard her description, right?

It's very clear.

Clarity and accuracy

are two different things.

The clear description shes giving

is actually incorrect.

Oh! Come on, Haran!

Even before completing the sketch,

how can you say it's wrong?

If I were the k*ller,

she couldve just pointed right at me.

Why get a sketch done like this?

To prepare a sketch of the

American serial k*ller, Unabomber,

their local police brought in a woman

who had seen him

years ago, on the road.

But...

while drawing,

instead of the face of the serial k*ller,

the woman was describing the face

of the sketch artist

sitting in front of her.

See.

Just like I told you.

It's a classic case of

source monitoring error.

She recently survived an accident.

If that face is in her memory,

we can definitely track it down.

But this isn't the way to do that.

Alright.

What do you need?

For time being, let her rest.

Don't mention this mistake to her.

And later,

we can go there together.

To the crime scene

where she saw the k*ller.

What kinda music do you listen to?

Um, nothing specific.

Everyone has very clear preferences

when it comes to two things,

food and music.

Listening to a song you dont like

is like eating a meal you dont enjoy.

On our way here,

weren't you listening to some

instrumentals in the car?

Um...

That's Carnatic violin.

Just to relax the mind.

Next, I need a name.

Without a name to call you,

the conversations wont flow smoothly.

To the caretaker and others,

we've said she is my sister, Ann.

Ann.

Okay.

Let's try another approach.

Think back to the day the crime happened.

Recall everything that happened

before you saw him,

and try to remember

as many details as possible.

The places you went,

the people you saw, the food you ate,

the dress you wore,

and similar details from that day.

Okay?

Breathe in.

Focus.

Forget about this car and us.

When you breathe out,

you'll find yourself

back at the crime scene, Ann.

That evening,

I left the room

after receiving a call.

I was wearing

a plain white shirt and jeans.

And my lucky blazer.

And from there...

I reached Coimbatore by train.

And from there,

I took my friend's Scooty and left.

The distance to Samudra Silks was around--

To where?

Samudra Silks.

An old abandoned building.

It's another two kilometres from here.

By the time I got here,

it was getting late.

Please! Sorry, sorry! I am sorry!

I am sorry! Please.

Did you clearly see his face that night?

Every inch.

I saw him just as clearly

as I see you right now, Haran.

Okay.

Let's begin.

Square structure face like a pentagon

with the chin pointing down.

Were the eyebrows thicker?

Mm-hmm.

Done.

This is a rough sketch.

Need to develop it some more.

To avoid any sort of bias,

don't show it to her for now.

May I?

The lines and shadings

need some corrections.

- But otherwise--

- I mean...

I wasn't paying that much attention.

But didn't she say,

the nose was flat at the top?

Ah! That was a memory error.

She corrected it.

Anyway...

I'm sorry, Haran.

We've very little time.

I need to show her this sketch

and get it verified.

I hope you don't mind.

Yeah.

She said it's perfect.

Good job.

Haran.

Playing that music

really helped me recollect.

Thanks.

Since she has identified the person.

give a copy of this to Dinesh sir

for a lookout notice.

- Come soon.

- Are you staying there tonight, Uncle?

- Oh! Hey!

- No, dear. I'll be back.

Where's your brother?

I tried calling him several times.

Didn't you recognise me?

I'm Devika.

From the opposite flat...

- Hi, Allen sir.

- Hello.

Mercy was hospitalised.

She rang the bell,

saying she felt dizzy,

and then collapsed unconscious.

I tried calling you many times.

I was out of coverage.

Which hospital?

Vishakha. At my hospital.

Since her condition is quite weak,

we have scheduled a pre-natal course

tomorrow itself.

Can you WhatsApp me the hospital location?

We are going there now.

You can follow our car.

Okay. Come.

Devu.

Tonight, you should stay back

at the hospital quarters.

Should I also go?

Yes, you should.

Okay.

Ali ikka...

My doubt has been confirmed.

It was me that she saw.

But why didn't she tell the police

after all this time?

I need to know.

Ruby.

Ruby!

I'm so done with her!

Ah!

She jumped out again!

I came looking for her.

What a pain!

What happened?

I heard some noise.

- Isn't Allen there?

- I don't know.

Who are you?

Hey Alisha!

It's me.

Allen.

Allen...

Haran?

What are you doing here?

We came because we

heard someone breaking down the door.

And then...

Haran...

I thought...

What did you think?

How could you mistake Haran

for someone else

when he was standing so close?

Leave that.

You see Allen in this flat everyday,

yet you only recognised him

after he said his name,

even though he was just eight feet away.

Why?

She had an accident very recently.

When she suddenly panicked--

No, no!

I've been noticing her for a few days now.

She takes 5 to 10 seconds

to recognise anyone she sees.

I'm sure,

you've also noticed it, Mr. Allen?

Right?

Do you know the person in this photo?

This is serious, Allen.

This is Ruby.

My cat.

Around 3 months back,

I saw her at an animal shelter,

liked her and brought her home.

This picture

was taken with her brothers

at the shelter that day.

Can you identify Ruby in this?

Anyone?

Huh?

That left one?

Nope.

Actually,

this isnt even a picture of Ruby.

I downloaded this from the internet

a while back.

Now, let's say my cat was in this picture,

even then,

you'd still struggle quite a bit

to find her.

Because...

humans do not have an evolutionary skill

in the brain to recognise

and identify animal faces.

And not just animals.

For example,

If someone shows you a piece of stone

used in road constructions,

and later asks you to pick that

exact stone from a pile of stones,

none of us would be able to do so.

And it's not just stone pieces.

It can be leaves, flowers, dogs, cats...

none of those!

Whereas,

we can instantly identify

even the smallest variations

between the faces of

any two people in the world.

The reason for that is...

This!

Fusiform gyrus.

The whole process of recognising

human facial configuration

is configured there.

If that's damaged,

it can cause a special type of blindness.

Face blindness.

It's a very rare medical condition called,

Prosopagnosia.

It can be something you're born with

or

caused by a head injury from an accident.

So, Doctor, are you saying that

Alisha has been partially blind

since the accident?

Not at all.

She has no difficulty

seeing and understanding

other objects and features.

It's only faces that

generate no response in her.

And its not just in real life,

it can be virtual or even in a photo.

Now, if you talk to her

and then leave the room

and return ten minutes later

in a different outfit,

she wont be able to recognise you.

That's her disease.

But she recently described a person

and had his picture drawn

and then recognised it and confirmed

it was the right one.

How's that possible?

Because her brain is lying to her.

She can't recognise a picture

as well as she can

when describing something from memory.

You've been misled, Allen.

After billions of years of evolution,

what we all have up here

is essentially a supercomputer.

Didnt Allens brain pick out a cat

that wasnt even in that photo before?

That's what is happening with her too.

See, when she cant identify faces,

her brain relies on other features

like hairstyle, voice, body shape,

clothing and attitude

and such factors

as a visual cue for identification.

This is something her brain does

very quickly and automatically

and shes not aware of it.

She may not have thought much about it,

just seeing it as a minor memory loss

from the accident.

It's a common practice around

people with prosopagnosiacs.

That's exactly why,

after that accident

Alisha failed to realise

that she was face-blind.

The situation in South Bangalore

is slightly different.

For the next four days,

temperatures are expected

to range between 35 and 37 degrees Celsius.

Only certain parts of JP Nagar

can expect slightly cloudy skies.

Thats all for this weekends forecast.

Until we meet again on Monday

with more weather updates,

this is Alisha Abdul Salaam

with your weather updates.

Back to Natasha.

Thank you, Alisha.

That's all the news for now.

I am Natasha Jain.

And this is your favourite show

'Prime Time with Natasha.'

Good night.

Rohini, I understand.

I know, this is hard.

But I really need some details.

Do you know how long it's been

since I slept?

My father...

my mother...

How will they face the public now?

It took me a month...

to forget it.

His laugh...

his filthy smell...

Alisha, this matter is worth a shot.

I agree.

But where's the impact?

Some exclusive coverage

of the police probe,

certain suggestive details

that we uncover about the suspect,

we need that kind of stuff.

- Yes, ma'am.

- If you have none of these,

do one thing,

get your source to our studio.

So?

Are you ready to reveal your identity

on national television?

But...

Alisha, I told you about my situation.

He's blackmailing me.

Just because I know coding...

I am done!

Okay?

I couldn't involve the police,

at least the media--

Nakul, she's asking me

to reveal the source of information.

Without sensational leads,

they won't even look at my report proposal.

I am sorry.

But that's how it is.

Alisha... Alisha, wait!

Wait.

Sit down.

Please.

- There's more.

- What?

Do you remember the two girls I mentioned?

Amar tracked them down without my help.

This is a call recording of him talking

to the relatives of one of those girls.

I recorded this remotely,

so it only has one-sided audio.

Will this be enough to convince them?

These are just the opening clips

of the time I spent with your sister.

I've got the full version,

an hour-long, with me.

No, bro,

I don't have any such sentiments.

If I get 25 lakhs,

this video of your sister

won't end up all over the internet,

Telegram and porn groups.

That's my demand.

Nakul, this is serious.

Come on, let's report this to the police.

Just send me the file.

N... But... Alisha!

We just heard the commission of a crime.

We must stop this.

No wait! Alisha!

- What time is the flight booked for?

- Sir.

Come in.

Do you have any other details

about this criminal?

Everything is in this file.

The person

who sent this voice note is the one

who gave you Amar's location

in Coimbatore, right?

Yeah.

Anonymous source!

Any idea who he is?

No.

Fine.

I'll handle this

You just need to sign a written complaint

and provide your phone number

and details at the front desk.

If the location you gave is correct,

I assure you, well catch him tomorrow.

In the meantime, if anything comes up,

heres my personal number...

just give me a call.

- Hello?

- Hello Alisha?

- Yes Ma'am.

- I called to tell you that

I just read your proposal.

'Serial r*pes of Bangalore.'

It's very compelling.

I'd like to run it as a full segment.

Thank you so much, Natasha.

I've asked Anuradha

to arrange a slot for you.

But can you include some original footage?

Sure.

I will see to it.

Hey awesome!

See you on Monday and good work!

Thank you.

The person you are dialling is--

Goddammit, Nakul!

That evening,

I left the room

after receiving a call.

I was wearing

a plain white shirt and jeans.

And my lucky blazer.

And from there...

I reached Coimbatore by train.

And from there,

I took my friend's Scooty and left.

The distance to Samudra Silks was around...

Samudra Silks.

An old abandoned building.

Alisha... Alisha...

Alisha.

Don't be scared.

Even though this is

a serious medical condition,

there's an experimental treatment protocol.

Feature recognition.

A person's face consists of features

like eyes, nose, lips and so on,

it's basically a collection of features.

We must try to identify

individual variations in those features.

That means,

one should try to identify a person

by finding a unique feature

that helps differentiate them

from another person.

Square structured face like a pentagon.

He had a chin that

extended down like a fifth corner.

To avoid any sort of bias,

don't show it to her for now.

Clarity and accuracy

are two different things.

If that face is in her memory,

we can definitely track it down.

That was a memory error.

We came because we

heard someone breaking down the door.

It's a classic case of

source monitoring error.

Tell me.

Supriya.

We have a name.

Haran Sankar.

I'll send you the photo and details.

I want to know about all his activities

in the last six months.

Jobs,

associates,

contacts

and locations he frequently visits.

Everything.

Why did you k*ll

Amar Felix?

I'll give you one more chance

before police surrounds this building.

Tell me.

Why did you k*ll Amar Felix?

What's it, Allen?

We found the k*ller we were looking for.

Its someone youd least expect.

Our eccentric neighbour...

Haran Sankar.

Haran?!

What are you saying?

Sir, I'll explain it.

Do you know Jadhavi Memorial hospital?

Please come here, sir.

He's sitting in front of me right now.

Allen, how is Haran involved in this?

Sir, arrest him.

I'll give you the details.

What about this sketch?

Sir, that was to mislead us.

Forget it.

There's no one like that.

Haran is our man!

Yeah.

I'm Ameer Ali.

I have come to surrender myself to you.

Sir.

now that you have the witness,

the sketch and the accused,

may I leave?

Allen, what's your plan?

Sir, for now, let's book him.

I'll tell you the details tomorrow

after reaching the office.

This 'Ameer Ali-game' of yours

was awesome.

I didn't see that one coming.

But Haran Sankar...

If you k*lled Amar

just for that hard drive,

you've got to be

a lot more smarter than that.

You can drop the act, Haran!

The most valuable object missing

from Amar's burned building

is that HDD drive,

I've been searching for it for a while.

What I need to know now is...

Who are you?

What's your role in this?

If I burned that building like you said,

you know I have no reason

to take anything from inside.

- Sir.

- Come to the SP office in the morning.

Sir, one second.

I wanted to clarify one thing.

Did you find any electronic devices

when Amar's body was inventoried?

Device...

Yeah.

We found a hard drive stored

in a compartment inside his belt buckle.

Where is it, sir?

We need to examine that drive.

Allen...

It has been sealed

in the locker in the evidence room.

I can't take it from there

except through the proper channel.

So, you didnt come to

investigate the case,

you came looking for that drive!

This isn't over.

Do you have anything else to add?

- No.

- Alright.

Show me your hand.

Your Father's name

is Safeer Ali Ravuthar, right?

Just see if this is right.

You reached the place at 8 pm, right?

No, sir, Allen's phone

has been switched off since yesterday.

A witness with memory issues

identifies a suspect

from a sketch she described.

Dont you know that none of this

would hold up in court, doctor?

All this planning... for what?

Whats your nephews connection

to that m*rder case?

Fine, you can stay silent.

I will ask him directly.

Im here to speak with that witness

who showed up

chasing a non-existent investigation.

Her name is Neerja Sudeep.

But her mother's first husband's name is

Prathap Sankar.

Haran...

Sankar!

He is her stepbrother!

Haran...

Haran!

Neeru...

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What's this, Haran?

Haran, you don't have to

vent your anger like this.

Listen...

There are police here.

Let them go behind it.

I want you to stay out of this.

Please...

I need you.

Im barely managing

to hold it all together.

Please...

Neeru needs you.

Please...

You stay out of...

stay out of this, please!

Promise me.

The situation in South Bangalore

is slightly different.

For the next four days,

temperatures are expected

to range between 35 and 37 degrees Celsius.

Only certain parts of JP Nagar

can expect slightly cloudy skies.

So, you mean...

she can't identify the k*ller?

No.

Allen sir's vehicle is here.

- Where?

- In front of the SP office.

But he is not here.

Let it be there. I will come.

Alisha...

Until a little while ago,

your condition

was just a medical curiosity to me.

But before Mr. Dinesh came,

I found out a few things.

Im still not sure how to respond to it.

What's the matter, doctor?

After hearing everything you just told,

you have the right to know.

But it's not me who should say that.

Come with me.

- Hello.

- Hi sir, good morning.

This is Dinesh Chandran,

from Kerala Police.

From last year's Udayan m*rder case...

Yeah! Dinesh!

What a surprise!

Wasn't there

a witness protection officer who set up

the witness's cover identity

and details that day?

A Tamil-Malayali guy from your team?

Allen Jacob?

Yes, sir.

I called you to enquire about

the details of his new case.

Dinesh,

Allen Jacob

is not a police officer anymore.

We are searching for him.

He is a criminal.

Alisha...

A few months back...

my sister, Neerja...

she was brutally r*ped.

The one who committed that crime was...

Amar Felix.

The commerce program was horrible, right?

That one... Yes, I saw it.

Not that ours was great.

But their was very boring, no?

I tracked down his location,

k*lled him,

burned him

and threw him in a pit.

The anger, sadness

and helplessness

of not being able to do anything...

it was Devika who held me together.

After that, I didnt pursue the case.

I took a break from my job in Bangalore.

Along with Devika and Neeru

I returned to my hometown

after submitting a long leave.

Our only focus was Neeru's recovery.

Neeru...

This is Linor Abargil.

She was born in a small town in Israel.

Her dream was

to become a world-renowned supermodel.

But...

one night,

she got physically attacked in a taxi

and brutally r*ped.

She was hardly 18 years old then.

That incident could have shattered

her career, dreams, public life

and everything.

But she didnt let someone else's actions

defeat her.

Seven months later,

in November 1998,

she became Miss World Linor Abargil.

I know you're feeling anger, sadness

frustration and a mix of emotions.

You should!

But...

just dont give up.

Never wither

No one can take away anything

that you can regain with your will power.

Well brave this night side by side

You need to overcome this trauma

and return to your normal life.

Take as much time as you need.

But you have to bounce back...

at any cost.

Neeru,

no matter what happens in your life

or who challenges you,

you must always hold your head high.

Okay?

Never wither

Never crumble

Under a clear sky,

Paint your dreams alive

O fresh breeze

Soar ahead

The sky

Is your chariot

It was when she had completely started

to forget that chapter of her life

that our neighbour, Ansar Ali

from Bangalore, came to visit us.

He is Sakina's brother,

who was abducted along with Neerja.

Ansar,

his visit was to share

an unbelievable information!

While Sakina was receiving treatment

for a mental breakdown,

someone reached out to him

with a 30-second video clip

that showed her being r*ped,

These are just the opening clips

of the time I spent with your sister.

I've got the full version,

an hour-long, with me.

If I get 25 lakhs,

this video of your sister

won't end up all over the internet,

Telegram and porn groups.

That's my demand.

At that moment, I forgot about Neerja.

I also forgot the promise I made to Devika.

Who's there?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who...

Who are you?

No, no, no!

Please! Please!

Please stop!

Stop!

Sorry!

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, no!

Forgive me!

Forgive me.

Sorry, sorry.

When I returned to Kochi,

there was someone waiting for me...

Ameer Ali, the father of Sakina and Ansar.

Please save Ansar.

Sakki...

He did this all for her.

You know what her condition is.

I want to save at least him.

No matter who the dead man is,

someone will definitely come

looking for him, I'm sure of that.

None of them should ever reach Ansar.

If this ever comes to light,

I will take complete responsibility

for that crime.

Uncle...

I have nobody else to rely on.

I am begging you.

I was also anticipating what he said.

A friend,

a family member,

or an associate...

somebody would definitely come for him.

But to my surprise,

the person who showed up

was a Bangalore police officer,

Allen Jacob.

Haran,

Dinesh just got a call.

Allen has gone to the SP office.

Isn't that where

the evidence locker Allen mentioned is,

the one that has the hard drive?

He hasn't entered the building yet.

He is not going to!

If the hard drive is his target,

he will definitely enter.

If we want to trap him,

we need to find out

what's on that drive before he does.

Before that,

tell me how you are involved in all this.

That Ameer Ali who came to

surrender based on your sketch

was easily bailed out by the advocate.

A special order by the magistrate.

So, Haran,

until I know your role in this,

you're a suspect to me, just like Allen.

You come, let's talk.

Okay, sir. I'll come.

But there's one thing.

Like you, I have no idea

what's on Amar Philip's hard drive.

Allen came all the way here just for that.

So, I need to make sure

there's nothing in it that could harm us.

Sir, you please get that drive.

Let's open it together.

As soon as I know what's in it,

I'll surrender to you.

After that,

I'll answer any question you ask.

That's not going to happen.

That drive is heavily encrypted.

No one from Forensics will touch it

without a court order.

What about an outsider?

Sorry Haran, I don't trust you anymore.

Sir, do you trust Alisha?

It's only because Alisha once trusted him

that we even know about this entire case.

Sir, I need your help

to get Allen's details.

Only you can help us now.

Alisha,

Nakul Sachdev,

your old source,

do you trust him?

I think he can crack it.

Yeah.

- Hello?

- Nakul...

I've sent you the location.

It's an old, abandoned harbour.

Okay, Haran,

I'll enter the city in 10 minutes.

We'll only have that drive

for about an hour.

Can you crack it within that time?

I'm the one

who set that encryption for Amar.

Trust me, I can crack it in three minutes.

Alisha, get out!

I'll come back for you.

If I haven't returned in 20 minutes,

you need to get to Dinesh sir

as quickly as possible.

Alisha!

Come on, take a deep breath.

Now tell me what happened in detail.

Haran!

Drive.

Haran!

The drive, please!

Haran, what have you done?!

He is a criminal, a cold-blooded criminal!

I called you when I couldn't bear

sitting here for two days,

not knowing what to do or who to call.

He made me an accessory to this m*rder.

No, Alisha.

He made you a witness.

You're now a witness

to the m*rder of a DySP.

Nakul is here.

Alisha...

I totally failed you, Nakul.

If you had reached the Port

a little earlier...

But I did.

In fact, I reached there even before you.

I saw everything that happened there.

I witnessed the whole thing.

I didn't want to surrender

to the police without you,

so I parked a little further away.

That's when I witnessed his m*rder.

Then,

when he pointed the g*n at you,

I got scared! I froze.

And when I didn't see

Haran anywhere...

You didnt see who?!

Haran! I mean,

you said you would come there with Haran.

But when I suddenly saw you with him...

What are you talking about?

The guy you saw there is Haran.

No, Alisha.

That night, the person with you

wasn't Haran.

Haran.

You! What's he doing here, sir?

- Call the police!

- Alisha, please, please.

Calm down, calm down.

Haran isn't the one

who was with you that night.

Didn't you say that man

had wounds on his stomach and neck?

Come on, just look at him.

See.

Just look.

When someone wearing clothes

you recognise as Haran's

stood in front of you in his car,

you automatically assumed it was him.

Once he confirmed it,

your brain didnt doubt it anymore.

So,

you identified him

based on

the memory of the jacket and the car,

not his face.

Knowing well about your disease,

he took clean advantage of that.

Who are you talking about?

Who is he?

Your protector all this time,

Allen Jacob!

Haran!

Drive.

Haran, what have you done?!

Alisha, we need your help.

We don't have much time now.

For the past two days,

Nakul and I have been following him.

He's more dangerous than we thought.

He is an animal.

In 2018, following a Supreme Court order,

a witness protection program

was initiated in every state in India

to safeguard defendants

and witnesses in controversial cases.

Allen was a witness protection officer

assigned to provide them

with new identities

and relocate them to another place

until the case was resolved.

But the criminal, Allen Jacob,

took it as an opportunity.

Allen began secretly selling

the identities of those witnesses,

which were meant to be kept confidential

from everyone except

a few selected officers

in the police department.

Allen handed over the new identities

of all the witnesses

who testified against defendants

involved in crimes

like m*rder, corruption and conspiracy.

Supriya Gopal is the middle woman

and the key contact

in his identity business.

Chithrammal was someone who got caught up

in the identity business

run by Allen and Supriya.

She was the wife of journalist K. Devarajan

Chinnappa, a liquor magnate in Bangalore,

was the defendant in that case.

- Sir...

- Yes.

We did not get clearance to land the jet.

They are saying something about

a case, watch list, etc.

Then book some business class, you idiot!

GO!

Sir.

Chinnappa!

As in Reghunath Chinnappa?

The very same.

Chinnappa was the kingpin

of the Raichur distillery scam

that was exposed by Devarajan.

And in return

Chinnappa took Devarajan's life.

But that's where he messed up.

Chithrammal,

who witnessed her husband's m*rder,

identified Chinnappa to the police.

The Karnataka police,

determined to lock up Chinnappa,

gave Chithrammal, a

solid witness against him,

a new name and identity,

transferring her

into the witness protection program.

However,

Allen Jacob sold that identity for crores

and handed it over to Chinnappa.

The very next day,

there was an attack on her.

Oh! Get down, ma'am!

By God's grace, she survived it.

Sister, get me my milk.

Varun, don't trouble her.

Go and get it from the kitchen yourself.

Open with a smile.

Finally, in the case of

Chithrammal's leaked identity,

Allen was removed

from the witness protection cell

and demoted to a desk job

in the Bangalore crime unit.

Chithrammal was assigned

a new identity and a case officer.

However, Chinnappa began threatening Allen,

warning that if he got caught

due to Chithrammal's testimony,

he would expose Allen's entire operation

and take him down with him.

Thats when Allen started plotting

to m*rder Chithrammal,

who was seeking justice

for her husband's death.

Using his old contacts

in the witness protection cell,

Allen found out that

Chithrammal was currently housed in Kochi.

But her exact location was known

only to the new case officer.

But Allen was sure of one thing,

as per the witness program protocol,

the witness would be transported

from Kochi to Bangalore

on a National Airlines flight

on the day of the CBI trial.

On that day,

there is only one flight on that route,

the Dubai connection flight

with a stopover in Bangalore.

Within a few hours,

that flight will take off

from Kochi Airport.

But if Chithrammal gets k*lled

right before the trial

and it gets tied back to Allen,

he's done! Right?

Thats where Allen Jacob's cleverness

as a criminal-minded cop came into play.

He wouldnt take out Chithrammal himself,

hed use completely random strangers.

For that, he identified

two people with access to that flight

and used Amar Felix, a known r*pist,

to brutally as*ault

two of their close female relatives,

video-recording the whole thing.

One of the victims was Sakina Ali.

Allens real target

was her brother, Ansar Ali,

who worked as ground staff

at the Bangalore airport.

But Allen underestimated Amar Felix.

Instead of following the plan,

Amar held onto the videos for months and

tried to blackmail the victims for money

without Allen's knowledge.

If he hadnt done that,

none of this would have come to light.

You first settle the cash we agreed upon.

Or I'll do whatever I damn well please

with what I've got.

That was a perfect plan.

Most people would go to any lengths

and do anything

to stop a video like that

of their family member from being leaked.

Anything!

Sister!

You have got a choice, Sudevan!

As a single parent,

you faced many struggles

while raising your daughter for 20 years.

Now that she's getting married next month,

her life will be secure, right?

It's an easy choice, Sudevan.

If you change even a little bit

of the instructions I'm giving you,

Nivedita Sudev,

the champion of university art fests,

will become a star in the WhatsApp

and Telegram groups tomorrow!

Or the video clip your son just saw,

I can send the full version to his friends,

if that's what it takes for you

to understand my point!

Please!

Please...

In that case,

cancel your leave

and return to Bangalore today itself.

Make it fast.

The clock is ticking.

Haran...

Please go to the quarters, uncle.

Devu,

I'm coming to the hospital.

Yeah.

No, no.

I'll tell you once I get there.

Who was that? Haran?

No, Sudarshan uncle.

When are we going back to the flat?

I'm so tired of the food here.

Sudarshan uncle will be coming here

in a while.

Then we can go out together. Okay?

Okay.

Did he come this quickly?

Allen sir.

Hi.

Devika?

Yeah, she's inside.

Come.

Wow.

Great sketches.

Thank you.

You're just as talented as your brother.

Speaking about talents,

April 12, 2023.

Do you remember that date, dear?

That was a talents day too, wasnt it?

Not here,

but in Bangalore...

where you did your studies.

That day,

I only asked him to grab Sakina Ali.

That programme? Yeah, I saw it.

Your bad luck, right?

Doctor, Ive come across

many sensational cases in my career,

but this one

doesnt fall into that category.

It shouldve been

a simple open-and-shut case,

ending with a routine arrest.

Yet here we are,

four weeks later, still chasing it.

Two days ago,

we received a call from the local police,

from a DYSP named Dinesh.

By the time we reached, he was dead.

This harbour smuggling story

might be more than enough for the media.

But for me,

the timing!

A DYSP has been k*lled!

I think

its time for some answers.

I've got plans, Devika.

Very important plans!

And your brother stuck his nose into it.

If he just enters my g*n sights

one more time

But...

that's not the point right now.

I'm in a bit of a crisis at the moment,

Devika.

Our team, along with the local police,

has raised a big cordon around the city.

But we haven't touched him yet.

The whole city is locked.

That's why I came here.

Now I need your help

to get out of here, Devika.

Allen can't step foot in Bangalore city,

or anywhere else in Karnataka.

Don't think too much.

This is not a negotiation.

Crime branch, court and the local police,

all are looking for him.

You will do exactly what I say.

Or else...

Or else, you won't do a bloody thing!

Neeru!

Allen's hearing before the magistrate

in the case involving

the sale of witness identities

is scheduled for tomorrow.

After that, his bail will be cancelled.

Next moment,

my boys will have him.

From the day I arrived here,

there's been one name I've been hearing-

Haran Sankar.

It was only after digging deeper

that we realised

he isn't just an ordinary civilian.

Now tell me Dr Sudarsan,

Who is Haran Sankar?

Neeru, please.

You have no idea who my brother is!

I know.

I know who he is!

That's exactly why...

I came here!

Yeah, what's wrong?

Allen, they have tracked your location.

You're being followed.

Yeah, I got them.

I'll take care of it.

We supported you all this while,

keeping your word in mind.

But things are getting out of your control.

How do you plan to deal with

this Haran Sankar situation?

Situation?

A brother who stepped out to avenge

the brutality faced by his sister.

He's no one.

Just a common man.

Common man?!

You really don't know, huh?

After spending so many days together,

you still dont know

who he is or what his profession is?

Hes some kind of artist.

Take a deep breath, Allen.

You're gonna need it.

Haran Sankar is not some jobless artist

or an angry brother, like you think.

He ex*cuted Amar within 48 hours,

someone the Karnataka police

had been hunting for months.

It wasn't a coincidence.

He is a Sky Marshal!

It's a compact security post.

After the 1999 Indian Airlines

flight hijack,

the Indian government decided

to station a military personnel

on every commercial airline

to handle t*rror1st threats.

Hes one of them!

Theres a reason why you, or anyone,

couldnt spot this detail about him.

A Sky Marshals identity

is always kept a secret.

Thats what he is...

blending in among us,

securing Indian airspace as a protector,

an ex-NSG commando!

That's his job.

He's highly trained in

close-quarters combat

and advanced warfare.

And he has access to the entire airport.

If he wishes, he can bring us all down.

I'll handle it!

Damn!

Okay, Haran, what's our action plan?

Step one,

we need to prepare

the crew of flight AN469,

which Im about to board,

for a mock drill.

Step two, the flight manifest

Since theres

a court-ordered witness transit,

the manifest will be finalised

only 15 minutes before take-off.

Rohan will secure that.

All set.

The preparations are ready, Haran.

My team is on it.

Then, the final part is all on me.

From the moment I board the flight,

we'll coordinate between

the Cochin and Bengaluru CAS teams

to complete this operation.

But Haran, given such a clear threat,

is it wise for the flight to take-off?

If we cancel this flight

Allen will shift this plan

to another flight

on a different trial date.

Moreover, if we have to ground

flights during every crisis like this,

what's the point of having us?

Trust me.

I am trained for this.

We'll get him.

Done, Haran.

We will lock him down, as always.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Good evening, sir.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Hello, welcome on board, sir.

Deepak...

Sir.

Deepak John.

Doesn't the drill start

when boarding begins?

What if I told you...

this isn't a drill?

Sir?

In 15 minutes,

a k*ller will board this flight.

We dont know

who he is or what his plan is.

I'm here to find him.

For that,

I need the help of a crew member

who knows the actual situation.

Can I count on you, Deepak?

Yes, sir.

Nakul...

Can you hear me?

Loud and clear, Haran.

In-ear transmitter.

Military grade.

Compatible with all flight networks.

I've connected this with Nakul's phone.

So, you can directly contact me,

even when I'm flying above 40,000 feet.

Okay, we are on.

Now you are within the range

of the secure WiFi Bubble Network

used by Civil Aviation Security.

Until the flight lands

at Bengaluru Airport,

ensure you stay

within a 300-meter radius of that spot.

And Alisha...

Yes.

We are counting on you.

Hi, welcome on board.

Further down the aisle.

- Down the aisle?

- Yes.

Hi, welcome on board.

The passengers have started boarding.

One of them

is the k*ller we are looking for.

We need to find them within 75 minutes

before the flight lands in Bangalore.

The clock starts now.

It's on the other side, sir.

Hello, sir,

further down the aisle, window seat.

Welcome on board, sir.

How are you today?

Hi, welcome on board.

Nakul, Chithrammal has entered.

Copy, Haran.

APO on.

Boarding is now complete.

All ground personnel,

please deplane the aircraft.

This is your seat belt.

To unfasten it, lift the metal flap

and pull the centre part.

To fasten,

enter the metal clip into the buckle

and tighten by pulling the strap.

Oxygen masks are situated

in the panel above you.

In case of an emergency,

the masks will drop down automatically.

Pull the mask firmly.

place it over your nose and mouth,

and breathe normally.

Sir, please stow away your tray table.

Thank you.

Please fasten your seat belt, sir.

Sir, are we in danger?

Sir.

Ah, yes.

Thank you so much.

Okay, come on.

Pull up the flight manifest from here.

- Access codes approved?

- Yes, sir.

We are now ready for take-off.

Cabin crew, please prepare the cabin

and be seated for take-off.

Enjoy your coffee, ma'am.

Hello, ma'am.

What would you like?

Haran, the flight manifest is uploaded.

Alisha,

this is the list of all the passengers

on the flight.

Alisha.

Alisha,

I need you to focus.

Now, the entire flight manifest

is with you.

You need to identify that man

from those faces.

Amar picked two targets

to m*rder the witnesses,

and Allen was blackmailing them.

One of them was Ansar.

But I went there, taking Ansar's place.

The person we're looking for

is the first man you saw at the warehouse.

Youre the only one who has seen his face.

Before the accident happened, you saw him.

A man in his forties.

Just like my face, his features

are also etched in your memory.

Haran...

Its taking her 4 minutes

to check each photo

and there are still 47 faces left.

At this rate, well never be able

to cover all of them in time.

In the meantime, if he attacks the witness,

do we have a backup plan?

Continue the screening.

- Hey, what's happening?

- Sir.

Don't panic.

Sir, ma'am, sorry.

Theres an issue

with the life support system in this seat.

We will allot you another one.

It is not needed.

Sorry, sir, its airline policy.

You have to switch seats

if the life support system fails.

Please cooperate.

Please...

- Hey, who the--

- Sir, calm down.

Sir, I'm Haran Sankar.

Sky Marshal for this flight.

We've received information that

someone has boarded this flight

with the intention to k*ll Chithrammal.

Until we identify who that person is,

you must stay here.

Sir.

Ma'am, don't panic.

The safety of all passengers

on this flight is my responsibility.

No one will get through me and touch you.

[Whistling]

Neeru!

Come on, Devika.

You get the gist.

My hard drive contains

countless video files of girls

recorded by Amar,

including your sister's.

If I upload them through a single VPN hub,

these videos will flood

hundreds of porn sites within hours.

Your patient, James Kaduvunkal,

is being transferred this evening

for facial reconstruction surgery

to the super speciality hospital

in Kozhikode.

Dr. Devika Sankar will sign off on it.

But instead of Mr. Kaduvunkal,

the person leaving in the ambulance

that clears the police search outside,

will be...

Nakul, what's the status?

We have barely 45 minutes left for landing.

Do you have a hit?

Not yet, Haran.

There are still 23 people left.

Sir, call from CAS.

- Deepak, stay with them.

- Sir.

Rohan.

All passengers' travel routes and

background checks have been completed.

No red flags at all.

There's only a little time left

for the flight to land.

Do you think it's a false alarm, Haran?

Alisha,

we are out of time.

That face you saw

in Amar's hideout that night!

Focus on that!

It's true that

this is a serious medical condition.

But there is an experimental

treatment protocol for this.

We are currently cruising at 38,000 feet.

Well be starting our descent now

and will be landing in Bangalore

International Airport

in the next 20 minutes.

Alisha!

A person's face consists of features

like eyes, nose, lips and so on,

it's basically a collection of features.

We must try to identify

individual variations in those features.

That means,

one should try to identify a person

by finding a unique feature

that helps differentiate them

from another person.

The scar.

He had a scar.

What scar?

He had a slightly long scar on his cheek,

almost like a burn mark.

Okay.

Check the manifest for any face markings.

Haran we've checked all the photos.

We have no hits.

Either he counterfeited the passport photo

or he's not on the flight.

It's time.

For what?

You asked me

about the backup plan, right?

Hello Mr. Chinnappa.

I'm Haran Sankar,

the Sky Marshal of this flight.

Please.

So, how can I help you?

We did not get clearance to land the jet.

Then, book some business class, you idiot!

GO!

Sir.

Yes, one business class ticket

to Bangalore.

Okay, sir, I've mailed you the ticket.

Mr Chinnappa.

There is a threat on this flight.

But don't worry.

I've got a backup plan.

You are my backup plan!

It's not for me,

but for Chithrammal,

who is travelling on this flight

to testify against you.

If she goes down...

you go down!

But I won't even take that chance.

Hey, Sky Marshal!

Yes, it's true that

I once tried to k*ll Chithrammal.

But I backed out

when I found out Allen was involved.

There's no way

I could be associated with him.

He's a madman.

This is our primary target.

Nivedita Sudev.

And this, Sakina Ali.

Her brother is a ground control staff

at that airport.

In case theres any last-minute issues

with the Nivedita plan,

a small Plan B.

This is your plan?!

It's an effective plan, Chinnappa.

It works.

Amar Felix is a sure-shot solution

for your witness problem.

He'll handle the rest.

I don't care who handles it.

This sex-video blackmailing crap

is not my style.

If you can't do it, then forget it.

I know how to handle this.

I don't know what his plan is

or how it will solve Chithrammal's issue.

And I don't care.

I flat-out refused Allen's plan

on that day.

After that, I bribed the prosecution

and the police in lakhs

so that this trial...

I mean...

Position the patient.

Well start the imaging once I come.

Okay.

Shall we go, ma'am?

Haran, we have an issue.

In 13B, a seat is booked under the name

Shailaja Ravi for your Chithrammal.

Six other passengers

have also booked seats on this flight

from the same ID that

she booked the air ticket.

What?!

Yes! And also,

all their tickets were booked together.

I have now texted the seat numbers.

Please check your phone.

Nakul...

6B, 8D, 9B, 10C, 22C and 22D.

Filter the photos of the passengers

in these six seats and run a search.

Haran, these identities are all fake.

In 8D, travelling under the name

Thameem Rahim is Albert Mani

who is a revenue clerk

that unearthed a major revenue scam.

He is currently in hiding.

Similarly, in 22C and 22D,

the couple travelling

is Rajguru and Shivamalli.

They are the parents of an athlete

who was k*lled this January.

They have filed a case in the High Court

against the ruling party's

current secretary

and there are

some death threats against them.

All of them are associated

with high-profile cases in Karnataka.

Haran, is this what I think it is?

Yes, they are all witnesses.

They are the seven witnesses

whose identities Allen allegedly sold!

Not just Chithrammal,

but all of them were also in Kochi.

And right now,

they are going to appear in court

to testify against Allen Jacob!

Those r*pes

were not sponsored by Chinnappa,

they were not committed

for Chinnappa, either.

Allen orchestrated it for himself

through Amar.

Now, Allens entire crisis is,

these seven people on this flight.

But Haran, it's not practical

to k*ll 7 people inside the flight.

No,

not inside!

There were two girls in the plan

that Allen told Chinnappa about.

His trump cards.

Sakina Ali and Nivedita Sudev.

Sakina's brother is a ground staff

at the Bangalore airport

where our flight is about to land.

Nakul, Nivedita Sudev!

Run a family search on her.

Right now!

Hey!

It's him.

He was the one

who came to see Amar that day.

Who is it?

Haran, this is Sudev Anand.

I checked,

he has no online presence.

However, in this photo,

there is a blue tag around his neck

with some letters on it...

A T C O.

Air Traffic Control Operator!

What?!

It's the bloody ATCO!

Rajiv!

Sir.

The clock is ticking!

Please.

There is a blockage on runway 2.

[Officer issuing commands]

Ground crew, copy?

Blockage on runway 02.

Over.

AN 469, approval for descent.

Transfer to Approach Control.

Air traffic controllers

direct the safe landing

of planes entering the airspace.

If he mistypes a single number,

thats Allen's master plan!

He is going to crash this flight!

If the controller schedules

another flight's takeoff

on the same runway

at the same time this flight is landing,

then Alisha, it's all over!

We are approaching

Bangalore international Airport.

Cabin crew, prepare the cabin for landing.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

we are now ready for take off.

[Air hostess announcement continues]

Quickly open the door!

Open the door!

- Captain.

- Yes?

Get the door open!

Sir, step away from the console.

I repeat, step away from the console!

Rajiv.

- You take over. Come on.

- Sir.

AN469, what's the status?

Check.

AN469, copy?

AN469, copy?

AN469.

Clear for visual approach.

Runway 02

Over.

- Good job.

- Sir.

Sorry about the drama, guys.

You are on it.

Bye, ma'am. Thank you for flying with us.

- Bye, sir. Thank you.

- This way, sir.

Bye, ma'am.

Bye, dear.

Thank you for

flying with National Airlines, sir.

Thank you, bye.

Have a good evening.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Sir.

Wait, how did you...

Captain.

I cut the transponder off.

What just happened?

The transponder is the device that connects

real-time flight data with the ground.

Without the transponder data,

ATC can't track the flight.

I disconnected it from the c*ck

and his access too.

- Thank you, Deepak.

- Thank you, sir.

Take them to the base as planned.

You guys can go with him.

Okay, sir.

Rohan, I need to get back to Kochi

on the immediate next flight.

I'm set to go.

Well, there might be a situation.

You have to take a call.

Your sisters are safe.

My men are with them.

But Allen Jacob...

Sorry... we missed him.

So what?

Kerala and Karnataka police are after him.

He will be caught.

You think he can evade

all those forces on his own?

Can he do that?

Actually, he can.

When Allen was at

the Witness Protection Cell,

he had created

a lot of fake identities

to safely relocate trial witnesses.

They were absolutely foolproof.

Completely new lives that could bypass

even a normal police enquiry.

We believe that he created

one such fake identity for himself.

One that is not in our records.

If that's the case,

from the moment he discards

his identity as Allen Jacob

and until he re-emerges

with his fake identity,

he's a ghost!

Hello?

The test is over.

We are waiting.

Devu, did Haran call?

Um... no.

That officer, Siddhaiya, had called.

He was asking about Haran's whereabouts.

Looks like he has some doubts.

No, uncle. He didn't call.

Sir...

ma'am is waiting.

Okay, I'll call you.

Okay.

Here's Arjun Prasad's official Aadhaar card,

PAN card and passport.

The coffin has already been loaded.

Arjun Prasad, who is accompanying

his father, Charles Prasad

who was a cardiac surgeon.

That's your cover for takeoff.

Hasta Manana!

Welcome, sir.

Mr. Arjun Prasad,

this is the captain speaking.

Welcome onboard.

Major...

I'm not here upon some instinct.

Haran has made so many visits to

Bangalore in the last few weeks.

He's looking for someone.

You also might be knowing

who that is.

Would you like anything else, sir?

No, thank you, Karina.

Here's the flight plan for the trip, sir.

Thank you.

It is my duty to make sure

Allen is presented before a court.

I can't allow Haran to get in between that.

Major, are you listening to me?

Major, I am asking you again.

Where is Haran Sankar?

And, sir?

We also have a Sky Marshal

on board for your safety.

He is on duty.

Do you see those people

standing over there?

They are the best money can buy.

They're also trained like you.

Not to save.

To k*ll.

So...

this is it, Haran.

Death in mid-air.

A death befitting a Sky Marshal.

Right?

After that, when I touch down...

the whole world will see

the contents in this.

You can count on that.

There's nothing in it.

It is wiped clean.

Position the patient.

I will do the imaging.

Okay.

You won't be touching down anywhere.

See your, PI20 (Prosopagnosia Index 20)

test score is amazing.

We definitely have some hope.

By the way,

the first face you saw

after you developed prosopagnosia.

Do you still remember it?

I will never forget that face.

Could you please describe him?

On a square-shaped face,

he had a chin that

extended down like a fifth corner.

Like a pentagon.

Beep End