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I spoke to his PA and tried my best, Nayana.

But he refused to come on the show today.

We'll try to get him next week.

For today, we have someone else.

We have no other option, Nayana.

What the hell, Hari!

We go live in an hour,

and you're telling me now that the guest has been changed?

Days of research and preparation are wasted.

I would have grilled the minister today.

However, he was frightened and got away!

Nayana.

Minister Ashok canceled this interview because he is afraid of you.

And it's election time.

You cannot blame him.

He's trying to avoid another scandal.

But I have a backup guest for you.

I don't want to know.

What?

This rascal?

Not a rascal.

He is Tamil cinema's next megastar.

Our TRPs are going to be off the charts.

And he's really eager to appear on our show.

I can't interview a womanizer, Hari.

I'm not asking you to date him.

I'm asking you to interview him.

A no-holds-barred, uncensored interview.

Go for it!

He is drowning in controversies.

He's using us to save his career, Hari.

I know. I know.

He'll be here for publicity, seeking sympathy from the people.

And you know what?

Next week, he is scheduled to appear in court for a fraud case.

Today, you cross-examine him on your show.

You break him down.

Make him cry.

Make him plead.

This will turn out to be an interesting controversy.

Everybody loves controversy.

That's what the people want too.

What are we doing, Hari?

We used to be good journalists, right?

Correct. We used to be.

Not anymore.

Now we are in the show business.

Not news reporting.

Now, go out there

and show him why you're the best in this business.

Has the show started?

- Who's the guest on the show today? - Move aside.

- Give me the remote. - Mom!

Going live in three, two, one.

Hello, everyone!

I welcome all of you to another chapter of Porulathikaram.

Our today's guest is

someone you all know.

A model, young actor,

fitness freak,

sports enthusiast,

and someone who dons many hats.

Please welcome

none other than the young superstar of Tamil Cinema...

Kailash.

You tried for over a year, but couldn't get Kailash on our channel.

You guys are useless!

Sir, please don't worry. I'll take care of it.

The hell you will!

That girl snatched our share of TRP.

Don't you see it?

Look, Karunesh.

You're nothing but a second fiddle to that girl.

Sir, I'm not Karunesh, I'm Jagadish.

True! You'll end up being a mere name and eventually die.

You're incapable of running a show.

But you're upset that I got your name wrong.

Welcome to the show, Kailash.

Kailash, we know you're a great actor.

But we don't want to see your acting here.

Thousands of people are watching you live.

So, if you lie on the show today,

it's like lying to people's faces.

Kailash, you are facing fraud charges.

Please tell me the truth about it.

Truth?

No one wants to hear the truth, Nayana.

Definitely not the media.

They labelled me a criminal without so much as an inquiry.

Some people who don't like my growth

are targeting me to garner publicity.

You joined the film industry only five years ago.

So, what do they gain by targeting you?

It doesn't make sense.

I'm just an ordinary boy from a middle-class family with no support.

The reason I am here today in front of you

is only because of the public's love and support.

- Such a lousy actor. - I have millions of fans.

- He's not great, but he's my idol. - I'm nothing without my fans.

- Oh! - I'm a fan, sir.

They don't support me because of my looks or acting abilities.

These fake cases won't alter their love for me.

- Do you know why? - Because all are idiots!

What happened?

You've got me wrong.

Because I'm one among them.

The people who celebrate you as their hero are all idiots.

Nayana, what's this?

Kailash, weren't you calling them your fans and speaking to them?

Now answer them, Kailash.

We encourage audience participation.

Go ahead.

No, you can't call them all fools.

Then how did the state government give me

the best actor award for my debut film?

Please explain!

With enough money, even a donkey can get an award.

Sivaji.

Nagesh.

Kamal Haasan.

Raghuvaran.

Prakash Raj.

Nassar.

Now they are real actors.

But you...

Nayana, ask him to stay in his seat and talk.

Sir, please get back to your seat. You can speak from there.

I feel sorry for you.

It's your bad luck to do a show with a fool like him.

Nayana, who is this man?

Stop rolling!

- Kailash-- - That's enough!

- You invited me as a guest on the show. - Please sit down.

- Request Kailash to sit down, please. - I'm a star

and you are humiliating me.

Switch off the camera.

Cut.

Cut the bloody feed.

The interview is over.

No one is going to cut the feed.

Neither are you going anywhere.

From now on, I'll be calling the shots.

- Sir, please calm down. - Yeah, right. Who the hell are you?

- Get lost! - Kailash, let me handle this, please.

Sir, I request you to please return to your seat.

Kailash!

Mom!

Who the hell is he?

He shot him!

Silence!

Thank you.

Everyone, please cooperate.

I prefer not to become violent or yell like a movie villain.

But if necessary, I can do that as well.

I won't hesitate.

No one can get out of here.

I've locked all the doors.

No one can enter this place either.

Everyone, get back to your seats.

Come on!

Good.

Hey!

Sit.

Sit.

Sit, sit.

Hari!

Keep the cameras rolling.

If you cut the live feed,

I will shoot this girl.

Don't push me to do it, Hari.

Isn't Nayana your best friend?

Okay.

Good.

Thank you.

Sir.

We need a doctor.

He is bleeding profusely.

It's just a scratch.

Ask him to apply some pressure. That'll do.

He's an actor, right? That's why he's overacting.

Don't worry, Mr. Hero, you won't die today.

Here. Wrap this around the wound.

Wrap it.

However, today, over here,

in the next hour,

someone is going to die for sure.

Only one person.

Police, military, government...

No matter who makes a rescue attempt, they can't stop it from happening.

One hour.

The time starts now.

Wait! Please wait!

Good evening, sir. It's Kabir.

Kabir, what's the situation out there?

We'll begin negotiations once we review his demands.

If it doesn't work out,

I need your permission to go in by force, sir.

Do whatever it takes.

Just ensure there are no casualties on live TV.

Okay, sir.

How can you be so careless during the election season?

When managing a show with celebrities,

shouldn't you consider the necessary security arrangements?

It seems like anyone can walk in with a gun.

We did carry out a security check.

They are only allowed to enter the studio after completing the full body scan.

And they get frisked before going onto the floor.

He only had an umbrella when he entered.

Then how did he carry the gun inside?

Who is going to die over here, sir?

No one's dying. They'll be killed.

Mom, isn't brother home?

He's gone fishing.

- What happened, Karuna? - Nothing!

Brother, where are you?

I'm out at sea. What's wrong?

Do you remember that psycho who bought the stuff from you?

Yes.

He's on TV right now, holding a gun.

Don't return to the shore.

- Turn around. - Bro?

- We're not heading to the shore. - Okay.

Who are you going to kill?

His name is Narayanan.

Who is he?

Why do you want to kill him?

There is a time for everything.

I'll let you know when the time is right.

I'll check if Narayanan is on the audience list, Nayana.

Don't be afraid.

Keep talking to him.

The show is still live.

So, the police will be here any minute.

Sir!

- How did he get the gun inside? - No idea, sir.

I was told that he was only carrying an umbrella.

We evacuated the others from the building.

Sir, as you instructed, we are all inside the studio.

Please sit down, sir.

Please, sir.

I need the layout and the blueprint of the building immediately.

Sir!

It's not raining.

So, why did he bring an umbrella?

- Boys. - Sir!

He may be lying.

But the gun he's holding is real.

Someone is helping him from the inside.

We need to know his demands.

The telecast is live.

He should not kill a single soul when the world watches.

I was told that he was only carrying an umbrella.

Sir, please tell me, who are you?

What do you want?

What are your demands?

My name is Alagar.

I want to talk.

That's about it.

Good evening, we have breaking news from Chennai's Big Vision TV Studio,

where a man named Alagar has hijacked

the broadcast of the show.

We have been informed that 200 individuals,

including actor Kailash, are trapped.

- So this is the only entry point. - Sir, show director Hari is on the line.

Hello.

- Mr. Hari, this is DCP Kabir. - Yes, sir.

- Don't worry. We're outside. - Okay, sir.

Are you guys okay?

Sir, we are okay.

But Kailash is bleeding.

I think he will be fine.

Thank you, Mr. Hari.

We'll get you out soon.

Nayana,

have you read the book Crimson Sky?

Eye of a Hunter?

Aaryan?

Bleeding Heart?

Are you the author of these books?

Are you a writer?

A failed writer.

My publisher told me that I lack creativity.

It took me ten years to complete each of these books.

I did extensive research and traveled.

It took him ten minutes to judge and discard my hard work.

Are you angry with your publisher?

Is Narayanan your publisher?

Your target?

Both the floor and the ceiling of the studio are made of concrete.

There are no windows. And that door is our only way in.

The audience is very close to the door.

So, we cannot use any explosives.

Where is your mobile phone?

My mobile is turned off because it's a live recording.

Ask them to bring it to you.

They'll try to reach you.

Police.

If Alagar finds out that we are coming in,

he might shoot the audience.

Sir, what's our next move?

Hello, Alagar?

This is DCP Kabir speaking.

Can you hear me?

Hello, Alagar?

You can tell me whatever demands you have.

Why didn't you speak to him, sir?

You should have communicated your demands to them.

I don't have any demands.

If you don't have any demands,

then what is this about?

A publicity stunt?

You mean like him?

No, no!

Then?

Then why are you holding all of us hostage?

I share the same desire as any skilled artist.

I wish for this world to read my books and praise me.

I expected that they would celebrate me.

That didn't happen.

Therefore, I chose to turn this world into my stage.

And you all are characters in my play.

I'm about to craft my masterpiece with all of you.

A perfect crime story.

Shall I tell you the plot?

The events that are happening now and those that will happen later...

It is only the beginning.

Beginning?

Beginning of what?

A serial killing.

Starting today, every evening,

for the next five days, I plan to kill one character each day.

Five days. Five deaths.

Precisely, an hour before each killing,

I'll reveal the name of the victim.

You can try your best to save the victim.

But they will die.

Nayana, the police are outside.

Keep him busy.

Is this your perfect crime story, sir?

I'm sorry, but...

such a cliché!

I can name a hundred novels with the same plot.

Your story is not original. It's very old.

In fact, your thoughts aren't original either.

What your publisher said is indeed true, sir.

I don't see any creativity in you either.

Get ready, boys!

After breaking in,

team one, go for the suspect.

Team two, evacuate all the civilians in the studio.

And team three,

run a background check and question every single person.

Boys, he brought an umbrella, so he could slip away in the crowd.

Make sure he doesn't get away.

Yes, sir!

Sir, the audience list that you requested.

Can I suggest an idea, sir?

Put down your gun and surrender.

At the maximum, you'll be sentenced to four to five years in prison.

You've already become famous.

Write a book while you're in jail.

Like the famous English writer, Jeffrey Archer.

I'm sure it will be a bestseller.

Nayana, we've reviewed the entire audience list.

No one named Narayanan is in the audience.

Except one.

Alagar.

His pen name is Alagar.

His real name is...

Sir, Alagar is Narayanan.

- What? - Yes, sir.

They can't catch me.

Are you Narayanan?

Even Hitler wrote Mein Kampf in prison.

Answer me, Alagar. Are you Narayanan?

I always wished to be Alagar.

You people defeated me

and reduced me to become Narayanan.

But this time, victory is mine.

Just mine!

No!

Just wai-- Wait!

I do not understand anything.

You said you'd kill five people.

But, now...

if you die first... then?

If I'm dead, how can I kill five people?

Is that still a cliché, Nayana?

Listen closely.

You are the prime witness to this killing.

They'll question you many times.

You should remember every detail and explain it to them.

You are the lead of this story.

Don't worry.

I'm the villain of this story.

The hero hasn't arrived yet.

He will be here.

He'll try to stop me even when I'm dead.

But he will fail.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This is the beginning of my perfect crime story.

Murder number one.

Narayanan.

- Bobby. - Sir.

Is the threat real, or is it over?

The suspect is dead, sir.

So, technically, the case is over.

However...

However?

I get a feeling we're missing something.

Why isn't Kabir handling this case?

We received a direct request from the CM office

to assign Kabir to election protection duty.

So, we should assign this case to another officer.

However, it can't be just anybody.

We would need someone well-experienced in this matter.

Someone who is really good and efficient.

Bobby.

How about that boy of yours?

The one who solved the Kodaikanal serial killing case.

Oh!

Very good choice.

He is smart, efficient, and a workaholic, sir.

Okay.

Where is he now?

Ma'am.

Our hearing is at 10:00 a.m. today.

There are high chances the judgment will be in our favor.

Okay, ma'am. I'll wait for you inside.

How many times should I explain it to you?

- Why don't you understand? - Just stop it!

Do you even listen--

My job!

Yes! My job is important to me.

Not you!

Ma'am, as I mentioned earlier,

it's been ages since we lived as a couple.

We've been married for six years.

However, we've been living apart for the past two years.

I strongly feel we should legally part ways.

Nambi?

Nambi!

A marriage will not work if there is no effort from both ends.

Do you also want a divorce?

Ma'am, I'm a police officer.

Balancing work and life isn't that easy.

It was only after Anitha understood who I am

and what I do, she chose to marry me.

I'm transparent.

I've got nothing to hide.

I'm fine with this marriage.

What marriage, Nambi?

Staying in the same house

and meeting only over the weekends is not a marriage.

That is called friendship.

Guys, listen. I'm not your therapist.

It's not a session for marriage counseling either.

It has been six months since you both applied

for a divorce by mutual consent.

I need a final consent from both of you.

Are you guys ready for the divorce?

- Yes. - No.

Your Honor.

My client, Anitha Shankar, has been longing to have a child for one year.

But Mr. Nambi has not expressed any interest in this matter.

Ma'am, this is totally unfair. We need some time to respond.

Okay. I'll give you three days.

When you return,

let me know whether we should file under Section 13B.

Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

Where did you find this advocate?

- Idiot! - Sorry, Nambi.

Your usual complaints,

such as irresponsible, insensitive, chauvinistic, uncaring.

All that is okay.

But this was below the belt.

It was not me. It's the lawyer who felt that way.

May I say something?

You are going to say it anyway. Go ahead.

It's not necessary for everything to be under your control at all times.

Especially love.

I never said that I don't love you.

I care a lot about you.

I am concerned about you.

But I'm not in love with you.

You know it well.

But I don't understand,

why won't you accept something you know so well?

Sorry, got to go.

Sir, it's Nambi. I went through the case file.

I'm on my way.

In every ocean wave Lives the embodiment of beauty

Are you the rain's echo? I'm amazed

Your face is like a snowfall Soft, serene, and deeply comforting

Stand before me Let me rest on you

When you utter a word I eagerly rush to catch it

When your inviting gaze beckons

I embrace you in a warm hug

In every ocean wave Lives the embodiment of beauty

Are you the rain's echo? I'm amazed

Your face is like a snowfall Soft, serene, and deeply comforting

Stand before me Let me rest on you

Do you think things are moving too fast between us?

You haven't even asked me out for a coffee yet.

Will you go out with me for a coffee?

Yeah.

Your ecstasy Your delight

Overpower me And demand the surrender of my soul

With a playful, poetic rhythm

You sprinkle your shyness Like a gentle breeze

You sow the seeds of your lightning Like smiles, inside me

In every ocean wave Lives the embodiment of beauty

Are you the rain's echo? I'm amazed

When you utter a word

I eagerly rush to catch it

Dear, what sparks this New attachment within you?

This is a gentle drizzle

The language I am spoken to is comforting

Hey, my travel companion It may rain

We shall dwell here Until the end of time

Waves of thoughts surge within me All because of you

Boundless endearments Keep breaking my silence

Dear, what sparks this New attachment within you?

This is a gentle drizzle

The language I am spoken to is comforting

Jai, what's this?

What's the occasion for these decorations?

- It's for a local cultural festival. - Oh, okay.

- The media investigation has begun. - Sir...

- Guys, later. Later! - Sir!

- Was the front door locked? - Yes, sir.

He is...

Dcp nambi.

I'm handling the Alagar case.

- Hello, sir. - Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Sir, I've already given my statement.

Yeah, I know.

I wanted to meet you and ask a few details.

How long has he been staying here?

Sir, this is an old house.

Alagar has been living here for 20 years.

Family? Relatives?

Sir, he's married. His wife's name is Alice.

She passed away a few years ago.

- Had Alagar converted? - No, sir. His wife was a Christian.

Their hometown is Salem.

He has an 18-year-old son.

His son's name is Surya.

He is staying at his aunt's.

However, his son often gets into fights.

- He fights a lot. - They fight a lot.

Sir, this man is an introvert.

He doesn't seem to talk to anyone.

Okay. Conduct a local inquiry in Salem.

- And summon his son. - Sir.

So, you're the hero Alagar mentioned.

Those were his last words.

Everyone has a role in his story.

He is the villain.

You are the hero.

He said you'd try to stop him. It would be in vain.

What do you think?

On the surface, Alagar is a lunatic.

A loser who lost in life.

A reaction to vent out his frustration in life.

You could call it his hour of fame.

But...

But what else?

There are a lot of TV shows.

But why would he commit suicide on this show and in your presence?

High TRP.

Maximum viewership. Prime time.

All true!

You are a beautiful anchor.

And you're as popular as celebrities and film stars.

But there's something more important...

Alagar had a specific reason for selecting this show.

No one can get out of here.

I've locked all the doors.

No one can enter this place either.

Everyone, get back to your seats.

Come on, go back.

He hacked into the studio floor security system.

A studio floor that is under his control.

Minimum 200 hostages.

What's most important is your show's runtime.

Exactly one hour. And that too live.

But sir, he didn't do it to gain attention.

He could have staged his death however he wanted.

But this place and this TV show.

He planned it meticulously.

Also, the gun he used...

It's not that simple to organize all of these.

Sir, I swear I have no clue what it was.

He handed me the box to keep under the seat.

Phones are not permitted inside the studio.

He wanted to take a selfie with Nayana ma'am.

So, he placed a phone in the box.

That's why I agreed to leave it there.

He handed you a heavy box and told you it was a phone, and you believed him?

- How much did he pay you? - Sir...

Damn it, tell him.

- Speak up. - Two hundred rupees, sir.

Only 200 rupees?

You expect us to believe this?

Tell the truth.

I'm telling the truth.

He's telling the truth.

Had Alagar paid him more, he would have been suspicious.

He came with the resolve to end his life.

Something is still not adding up.

How can a man announce his future victims' names after his death?

When you think about it, it does sound illogical.

How can a deceased man

kill someone?

How is it even possible?

It makes no sense.

Nambi, take a proper look.

Investigate whether Alagar's threats are legitimate.

Keep it low profile.

There will be a lot of media attention.

Moreover, it's election time.

So, handle it sensitively.

If the threat is fake, close it immediately.

And you report to Bobby.

Sir.

What is that?

Sir, it's an old diary.

It's blank.

Does it look like someone has lived here for 20 years?

We are only seeing the things he wants us to see.

Mr. Nambi, he meant every word he said.

Do you think Alagar will kill again?

I'm not sure.

Do you?

Dude, look over there.

Hey, look over there. It's Alagar.

-Good evening! - How's he doing this?

Did you all forget about me?

Hey, give me your phone.

You probably thought I was a dead lunatic who blabbed on TV.

Indeed, I'm a lunatic.

But a lunatic who keeps his word.

Alagar, who had committed suicide,

has now come back alive and released a video.

Let's take a look at the video.

The police and the government must have assured you that everyone is safe.

Yeah, that's true.

No one will be harmed.

But over the next five days, the people I choose in Chennai city,

will definitely be killed one by one.

Every day, exactly after an hour, I announce their names,

and the murder will take place.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the second character of my story.

Murder number two.

Ashok.

Ashok, is he talking about you?

Ashok.

Alagar's threat video...

Alagar's threat video has caused panic in Chennai.

Minister Ashok Selvaraj...

"Who is Ashok?" is the viral question on social media.

He was supposed to be the guest at the talk show where Alagar...

Immediately alert everyone named Ashok in this area within the next hour.

Their lives are in danger.

How is it possible to find him within an hour?

dgp!

I've warned you multiple times about my enemies.

You never listened.

Didn't I mention yesterday that Alagar is a Naxalite?

I was the one who was supposed to appear on the TV show.

Alagar might have killed me if I had been there.

I had a narrow escape.

He's alive again and tormenting me.

Bloody...

Alagar is no longer alive.

So, nothing will happen to you.

Sir, you don't seem to grasp the seriousness of the issue.

Don't you know how Abhimanyu's son Parikshit died in the Mahabharata?

Even after being surrounded by many guards,

he ate a fruit and died.

Just a fruit!

Sir, please don't panic.

That was a fruit, and this is fruit juice.

Here, have it yourself.

Nambi, how can a dead man release a video?

Is it pre-recorded?

Yes, sir. It's a pre-recorded message.

But sir, Alagar's threats are genuine.

Who's that Ashok?

Sir, I'm confident that Minister Ashok Selvaraj is not his target.

If the Minister was the target,

Alagar would've abandoned his plans when the Minister didn't show up.

We still don't have a clue about his target, Ashok.

It's impossible to track down every Ashok in the city within an hour.

We are investigating how he hacked that LED screen feed.

Maybe someone is there to help him from the outside.

So, we should find that person.

Hello, Grandpa!

Daisy.

Grandpa?

- Sir, the bomb blast in the city... - Sorry, guys. Not now.

- Sir, I'm ACP trainee Shreshta. - Sir!

And this is an explosives expert

- SI Ali Akbar. - Sir!

Sir, we are the team you requested.

Okay, let's quickly examine the spot.

From now on, we'll be in plain clothes.

- Let's keep it low profile. - Yes, sir.

Let's go.

It's a secluded spot.

No collateral damage or casualties.

It's a controlled explosion that killed only the target.

Perfect!

- What explosives did he use? - It's either RDX or Semtex.

Triggering mechanism?

It's a self-activated mechanism.

Anyone can buy anything on the dark web, correct?

Yes, sir.

I want the origin, source, contacts, local supplier, and suppliers

- everyone in our custody within 24 hours. - Sir!

- Jai, get the details of this victim. - Okay, sir.

I'm sure Ashok would have used a mobile phone.

Who even uses a pay phone these days?

See who Ashok contacted from the pay phone.

There must be some connection between Alagar and Ashok.

I believe that psycho Alagar is the cause of this explosion.

Tell me, Durai, was it just a coincidence?

Definitely not! We must consider Alagar's threat seriously.

Many people named Ashok go missing every day.

Someone named Jagadish might disappear tomorrow.

You can't hold the government responsible for these issues.

Please be patient until the investigation is finished.

I'll fight for the people until my last breath.

If necessary, I'm prepared to give my life for my people.

Brother, I want a SIM card.

Sir, Ashok's room is upstairs.

Sir, this is Ashok's room.

- Shreshta. - Sir.

Start investigating Ashok's neighbors.

- Handle it sensitively. - Yes, sir.

Ashok Pandian. Born in 1959. Salem district.

Joined the Indian Army in 1979.

Alagar committed this murder using the coin-activated bomb.

He used just enough RDX to eliminate one person.

What about the gun?

He obtained it from the black market.

We've located the source.

We'll make an arrest soon.

What about the messages?

How is that happening?

Sir, he hacked the display relay.

How can an ordinary writer manage something this complicated?

Apart from being a writer, Alagar is an engineering dropout.

Sir, we also found out he's an expert in hacking and cybersecurity.

Also, he's a specialist in broadcast signal intrusion technology.

With modern technology, sharing a pre-recorded video is easy.

We instructed everyone to turn off the display feeds throughout the city.

So, he won't be able to hack any public displays.

To execute his plans, does he have a helper,

like a partner?

You plotted these murders with Alagar, didn't you?

I swear! I did not.

I haven't met him in the last three years.

Do you know Alagar?

No, sir. We don't know him.

There's no way my father even knew him.

I don't know, sir. No one we know of.

What's Alagar's motive?

Sir, he's an eccentric person.

He always dreamed of achieving something great.

He'd suddenly go missing for a couple of weeks.

When he returned,

he'd say that he'd gone to conduct research for his story.

It took me ten years to complete each of these books.

I did extensive research and traveled.

It took him ten minutes to judge and discard my hard work.

Demand for Alagar's books skyrocketed overnight.

Thousands of orders were placed in a day.

Two film directors called and requested the rights to the books.

Hi, this is DCP Nambi.

I met you regarding the Alagar case.

Yeah, I remember. Tell me.

I saw your show recordings again.

Alagar mentioned some books, right?

Yeah.

Eye of A Hunter, Crimson Sky, Bleeding Heart.

And Aaryan.

-I read all of his books, except... - Aaryan?

Yeah, how do you know?

I also did some research on him.

That's the only book I couldn't find.

Yes.

This book has not yet been published.

Okay.

Sir, two years ago, he wrote a novel.

He told me to read it, claiming that it was his masterpiece.

Did you read it?

No, sir. I refused to read it.

Is the name of the book he claimed to be a masterpiece, Aaryan?

I don't know, sir.

Have you read at least one book that your father wrote?

No, sir.

Who is receiving the royalty amount for his books?

- Is it his son? - I don't know, sir.

He appointed an advocate to handle this.

Who's that advocate?

He never mentioned it.

He mentioned that the advocate would contact us when the time is right.

- Thank you. - Thank you, sir.

- Find that advocate, Jai. - Yes, sir.

Usually, serial killers commit murder for psychological gratification.

But this is a unique case.

Here, the killer is already dead.

The killer has defied all concepts of psychology.

Sometimes at night,

I'd wake up hearing weird noises.

He'd be walking all over the place.

He'd be completely covered in dirt.

Only one murder has occurred so far.

Only if another murder occurs can you call him a serial killer.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Murder number one, Alagar.

What if we consider Alagar as a victim too?

After my mother's demise,

he turned into a quiet person.

Sir.

Alagar and Ashok.

We have completed psychological profiling on both of them.

We consider both of them to be victims.

There are many similarities among them.

They are both in their fifties.

Both lost their wives.

Their families abandoned them.

They both led lonely lives.

He'd call to speak with my daughter every two days at exactly 08:00 p.m.

Have you ever taken the phone from your daughter

to speak with your father?

He's selecting his targets based on this pattern.

So, the next victim will be a lonely old man abandoned by his family.

A lonely old man.

We'll end this soon, sir. Don't worry.

Fine, you may leave.

Sir.

Sir, Ashok's daughter and son-in-law are waiting outside.

Shall I send them away?

No, ignore them.

Let them wait for a while.

When it's late at night,

just act like you haven't seen them and tell them to leave.

Sir?

They abandoned an old man, right?

I suppose it's the least

- we can do for Ashok. - Sir!

Greetings to all!

What's happening?

- Sir, Alagar's new video is out on TV. - What?

- TV channel? - Yes, sir.

This time, he hacked the TV show's live feed.

Gender equality.

Murder number three.

Raziya.

Are you guys kidding me?

It's been less than a minute

since you said a lonely old man would be his next victim.

But now he announced a girl's name.

What kind of investigation are you conducting?

This is not happening!

Another murder will likely cause a statewide panic.

I don't care what you do.

Get out and stop this madman. That's all!

Sir!

Guys, listen carefully.

He has proven our predictions wrong about the next victim.

We must track down this Raziya.

Raziya is a Muslim name.

Broadcast this information across all Muslim localities.

Track down as many Raziyas as possible.

Order all the units in the city to focus on this case.

- Go! Go! - Yes, sir.

She died because of the cyanide mixed in the makeup.

- I'll send you the report within an hour. - Thank you, ma'am.

Sir.

It is cyanide poisoning.

We'll have the report in an hour.

Find out if anyone suspicious entered the makeup room.

Then, her makeup kit.

Only Raziya used this makeup kit on the day of her performance.

We need to investigate to discover who supplied the cyanide to Alagar.

And, run a background check on Raziya.

Also, check where she performed before.

Alagar might have possibly gone there too.

Check the CCTV footage.

I checked. This venue doesn't have CCTV.

Last week, Raziya performed at her residents' association event, sir.

After that, she didn't do any shows in between.

Last night was her last planned performance.

Guys, it's enough for us to find out how he chooses his victims.

Many of us lived because of Ashok.

But everyone forgot him.

I've seen a different side of him during the war.

Even after being shot,

he didn't request any medical assistance.

Even after a severe blood loss,

Ashok saved all six soldiers

who had been fighting for their lives in the brutal snow.

Due to the gangrene on his right leg, we had to amputate the leg.

I was recently told that he had been kicked out of his own house.

In his old age,

he suffered a lot with no proper place to stay.

But he was one of the bravest men I've ever met.

This is the story of the Late Ashok.

Raziya was a good dance teacher.

She was running a dance center that helped underprivileged children.

But that caused a big problem in the area.

Hindus protested, questioning how a Muslim girl could run a Bharatanatyam class.

And Muslims began protesting, saying this went against their culture.

Due to these problems, she was forced to shut down the dance center.

Until we receive another message from Alagar,

we won't know his next victim.

One hour after he announces the victim's name,

the murder occurs.

So, this one hour is crucial for us.

We don't know which medium his next message will be relayed through.

But as soon as he reveals the victim's name,

we must access the government database containing public information.

We must ensure we are equipped with a system of this capability.

One sec!

Yeah.

Hi, are you busy?

I want to discuss the case.

I'm in Thiruvanmiyur right now.

The Raziya murder.

I'll give you a call later.

Oh, okay. Is it possible to come to my place?

It's nearby. I'll share the location with you.

- Sure. - Thank you.

We need a database containing citizens' details and their precise locations.

Work on it.

I'll try from my end too.

- Yes, Nambi. - Hi, Luca sir.

What's the update? Is it ready?

I'm working on it. It should be ready shortly.

We need this soon, sir. Thank you.

Yes, Akbar?

Sir, RDX supplier Kannan has returned to the shore.

We are in his area, sir.

Okay, locate him and call me.

Okay, sir.

- Hi. - hi.

Sorry for bothering you during your busy day.

So...

just off the record, do the police have a theory?

How do you think Alagar could have done this?

I can't disclose anything.

It's still too early. Why?

I don't know why Alagar chose these people.

Ashok was a good military officer.

Raziya was a good classical dancer.

They both excelled in their own fields.

There must be some connection between them.

But they are not popular. They're just ordinary people.

Killing them won't get Alagar any publicity.

Maybe Alagar was really evil.

No.

I don't think so either.

- Yes, Akbar? - Sir.

We've located Kannan.

Kannan's elder brother, Balram, runs the entire harbor.

If we enter their area, we'll be at risk.

I'm on my way.

We must arrest him today.

We can't catch him if he returns to the sea.

It's the police!

What are you waiting for? Kill him!

Hey, don't do it!

You don't know who I am.

Do you know who my brother is?

He won't spare you.

Sir. Sir.

What, sir?

Akbar!

- Speak up, rascal. - Sir, it's hurting!

It's hurting! It's hurting!

Alagar came to me. Please spare me.

Alagar came looking for me,

and he wanted to buy RDX.

I gave him a small amount from the load intended for the quarry.

On the same day, he even asked for cyanide.

As he paid more than I asked for,

I sold it to him right away with no questions asked.

After that, I saw him on TV and nowhere else.

What else did he ask for?

Nothing more.

- Akbar! - Sir, sir!

Then he asked for two chemicals.

I told him I couldn't arrange that.

Please trust me.

What chemicals?

I don't remember the name.

Arrest him and investigate Balram Gang's smuggling activities.

Sir, it's hurting!

Sir, Kannan is the one who supplied the gun and RDX to Alagar.

As we suspected,

he also supplied him with cyanide in large quantities.

Maybe Alagar is very likely to poison his next victim as well.

What?

Hello to one and all!

By now, I'm sure the police are desperately trying to find me.

They'd also believe that a copycat is executing these killings.

I'll spare you all the doubt.

I have a small gift for you guys.

Take a look.

I did warn all of you.

This is my story. My stage.

The characters I've chosen for my story are

mere puppets on a string around my fingertips.

My fourth character.

Yuvaraj.

Yuvaraj.

Yuvaraj? Is he talking about our friend?

Yuvaraj.

Dude, call Yuvaraj immediately.

Get the details of every Yuvaraj from the SRDH database.

Locate them all and access their phones.

Activate every possible resource.

I can't get through to him.

- Akbar! - Sir!

Sir!

So, this time, Alagar fails.

Maybe, sir.

His plans have either failed.

If not, we still haven't found Yuvaraj.

Okay, update me in the morning.

Sir.

Sir?

You take a break, sir. We'll take shifts.

It's okay. I'm fine.

Sir, you need some rest.

We'll keep you posted.

Okay!

I stood looking for a path

My heart feels like gushing waves

My fury consumes my abilities

Wounds weigh heavy while fighting

I seem to be failing myself

I fall, and I am tired

Why am I here?

Like a weakling

- I stand here without the roots - My fourth character. Yuvaraj.

Stumbling

He dared to barge into our area and arrest your brother.

Nothing is more humiliating, Balram.

Moreover, that officer is probing our drug operation.

If Kannan confesses under duress, we will be behind bars.

How dare he come into my den and take my brother away!

I won't spare him!

I'll hack those hands that are trying to meddle in my business.

First, arrange for Kannan's bail.

No one should suspect us.

- What's that cop's name? - Nambi!

- Tell our men to tail him stealthily. - Okay, brother.

When the time is right, I'll let you know.

- Kill him! - Okay, Balram.

Stumbling

Is it just a vibration Or an earthquake?

Who will heal the wounded heart?

Is the thunder So strong to take lives?

Who will heal the wound?

The heart is wounded by thorn pricks

Won't the eyes sleep in peace?

Why am I here?

Like a weakling

I stand here without the roots

Stumbling

Why am I here?

I stand here without the roots

You don't have much time.

Next victim's name is...

Anitha!

Who informed us?

It was his photographer friend. He was with him.

Last evening, he collapsed during a protest.

They admitted him to the hospital.

But he passed away this morning.

Sir!

This way, sir.

Sir!

- Hi, Nambi. - Hi, sir.

It looks like a cylinder tampering case.

It's a nitrox cylinder.

Usually, it contains 20 to 30 percent nitrogen.

But Yuvaraj's cylinder had been tampered

and it was filled with 100 percent oxygen.

They've tampered with this manometer to show incorrect pressure units.

That's how he died, struggling to breathe underwater.

But sir, how can oxygen kill us?

We breathe in oxygen, right?

Jai, both nitrogen and oxygen are found in the air we breathe.

Pure oxygen can be harmful to the body.

If we breathe pure oxygen below the sea, our lungs will shut down.

You could black out.

Or go into convulsions and simply drown.

They're mere puppets.

- Hi. - Hey.

Do you have any information?

Any breakthrough?

What common factors do the victims share?

- What? - Routine.

Sir, we all follow a routine.

Some go for a walk early in the morning.

Some read newspapers.

And for a few, it's a cup of tea and a cigarette.

These routines can become habits before we even realize it.

We do these things subconsciously.

It was evident in Alagar's first murder.

Ashok's routine is to call his granddaughter

every two days at 08:00 p.m. from the same pay phone.

For Raziya, it's her dance program commitments.

And her personal makeup kit that she uses regularly.

And now, Yuvaraj, who had planned an underwater protest.

And the personal diving kit he used.

Similarly, everyone has a routine and a habit.

Routine is the one common factor in all the murders, sir.

To commit these murders,

a man has carefully planned his entire life and executed it flawlessly.

Before selecting his victims,

he would've stalked many and rejected them.

Years of research, preparation, hard work, and meticulous planning.

Alagar was determined and diligent in stalking his victims.

He knew their likes, dislikes,

secrets, their weakness,

daily routines, and patterns.

In fact, he has charted every small detail of their lives without their knowledge.

After understanding what they would do if they were put in a situation,

Alagar had built traps into their routines without their knowledge.

He just sabotaged routines.

From people's perspective,

it looks impossible for a dead man to possibly do all these things.

It's spooky, surreal, and impossible.

It might make us think he's still alive.

But the truth is,

a dead man is committing these murders.

Sir, we have never faced anything like this before.

He's constantly one step ahead of us.

It's not just a perfect crime,

he is a perfect criminal.

Alagar's thought process might be mysterious.

But he's no longer a mystery.

What do you mean?

Is his identity going to be the plot of our next show?

There must be a reason behind this crime.

For him, it's an art.

And he's an artist.

This is his masterpiece.

What's the motive behind this?

Okay. But how can we stop him?

All the videos were pre-recorded before his death.

So, even if the murder plan didn't work out,

the threat videos will be broadcast as he planned.

But he will slip.

We'll get a breakthrough for sure.

And we will stop him.

There is no such thing as a perfect crime.

Nambi, how are you?

I'm good, Shruthi.

- Come in. I'll call her. - Thanks.

Anitha.

I texted you...

to check if you were okay.

I know.

Just came to see you.

Sorry, I couldn't attend the counseling session.

I was pretty far away from the city.

That's okay.

I know you're busy.

We'll see.

Anitha.

Ammu, I'm sorry.

Why?

I should've apologized long ago.

You've done so much for me.

Whatever you want, I'm on board with it.

I won't stop you anymore.

Nambi.

Thank you.

You gave me the best days of my life.

A lifetime of memories.

I'm truly grateful.

Nambi.

You have many more years ahead of you.

I'm not sure, Ammu.

I've put on a brave face for too long.

Enough!

You were right.

I always felt the need to control everything.

My work, our relationship, everything.

But...

this case has changed my perspective.

I sometimes feel that the things we prioritize aren't truly important.

Except for this life

and the people who love us.

So, when are you guys leaving?

Shruthi is leaving tomorrow.

I will also leave in a couple of days.

Next time, answer my call.

- Tell me. - Brother, he left.

He's going towards EV Road.

- Don't lose him out of your sight. - Yes, boss.

Sir, we have deployed mobile units

across the key areas of the city to track the victims.

Yeah, Jai.

Sir, this time he has re-routed the IP address.

We got that video message from a stagnant computer.

It should be from a remote, isolated system.

Having a Raspberry Pi

and Python programming skills would be enough for this job.

Guys, this is Lucas Xavier.

- Chief of our IT wing. - Sir!

- Hi. - I've asked for his help

in tracking down the victims.

Sir, did you say strawberry?

Not strawberry.

Raspberry.

It's a credit card-sized single-board computer.

It's used extensively in robotics and weather forecasts.

Python is a programming language.

We can send messages to anyone,

anywhere, at scheduled times and locations.

Alagar is using this to send messages.

Sir, you said we could track the victims.

How's that possible?

Look, what we're setting up.

It's an AI-based self-adapting algorithm specially programmed for this.

We have a database for it.

People's phone,

their financial transactions, their online presence...

That is, Twitter, Facebook, debit card, credit card, and Instagram.

It's a system that helps us track individuals who use these things.

Despite the tech, we still have hundreds that will get shortlisted.

So, we can't exactly find the victim.

But there are unusual names. For example, Shreshta.

This is not a common name.

So, it's easy to find out.

But if the name is Vijay, it'll be difficult.

But we can manage to get them.

We've created profiles with their names, social standing, and their routines.

We can shortlist them based on that profile.

But if we manage to identify them before Alagar announces the name,

that's the best thing possible.

Sir, we got a lead.

Sir, this is a courier that I received.

Please read it yourself.

Guys, what we know about Alagar

are things that he wanted us to know.

We could only identify the victims based on the clues he provided.

Sir, any new clues?

This!

"My name is Alagar Narayanan. Age, 54.

I'm writing this final will

with my full consciousness, without any interference from anyone else.

I'm requesting my lawyer, Mukundhan,

to execute the will on my behalf after my death.

My house, my book rights,

and the rest of my wealth will go to...

Writer's Welfare,

Army Welfare,

National Foundation For Teachers' Welfare,

Greenpeace,

Care India,

Nightingale's Welfare,

and Police Welfare Association.

It must be split equally among them."

Why should Alagar choose these charities in particular?

Guilt?

Or else to prove a point?

Sir, he has already donated two lakhs to the Police Welfare Fund.

I think he's mocking us by donating to the Police Welfare Association.

Maybe.

When was this will written?

Two weeks ago, sir.

But I received it only today.

Who is receiving the royalty amount for his books?

- Is it his son? - I don't know, sir.

He appointed an advocate to handle this.

Who's that advocate?

He never mentioned it.

He mentioned that the advocate would contact us when the time is right.

Thank you, Mukundhan. I'll take it.

Our focus should be on the remaining two organizations

and two more possible victims.

Sir, Care India is a women's rights group.

Nightingale Welfare is associated with the Nurses' Association.

Exactly!

We may now be able to identify his targets.

A woman's activist and a nurse!

Luca sir.

For the first time, we don't need to wait for his video broadcast.

Let's get ahead of this maniac.

Shreshta, speak to Care India.

Jai, notify Nightingale Welfare Association.

- Let's stop this... - Yes, sir!

Sir, you've received a courier.

This will help you get a step ahead. Play it to the world. Alagar.

This will worsen the problem.

Sir, don't worry about ethics. This will boost our TRP.

The next character in my story is

Asha!

She will be in everyone's hearts.

As a deathless memory.

Ars longa, vita brevis.

Swathi.

Print it!

The names and profiles are matching

with four women activists and three nurses.

Sir, shall we send a team to all the areas?

As a deathless memory.

Ars longa, vita brevis.

"Ars longa, vita brevis."

"Art is long. Life is short."

Hippocrates! Hippocrates' oath.

Track the three nurses in the list.

Check their details and find out if they've had any personal loss in the past.

Asha George. A Malayali.

Born in Kottayam.

Brought up in Chennai.

Studied at Madras Medical College.

Twenty years of experience.

She was the nursing superintendent for five years.

Then she became the leading member of the medical council.

Her husband is George Mathew.

He also used to work as a male nurse.

They were frontline workers during COVID-19.

Her husband died a COVID warrior.

It was a tragedy.

Even her neighbors compelled her to quarantine due to fear.

Her compensation was not paid as well.

She tried fighting for it.

Then went into depression and started getting treatments for it.

Guys, it's the same drill.

Shreshta, send the paramedics to the location immediately.

- Yes, sir. - Her house is on a narrow street.

A regular ambulance can't drive through.

Akbar, arrange for a smaller ambulance.

- Go. - Yes, sir!

- Jai, get your bike. - Sir!

Shreshta, send our force to the other options as well.

I'm coming to see you.

I can buy candles outside the church.

But we don't have that kind of money.

This is enough for you.

- Nurse Asha lives here? - Yes.

Where is she?

Asha would have gone to the church.

It's her husband's death anniversary.

- Where is the church? - It's nearby.

Sir, she looks fine to me.

Ma'am.

Madam, don't worry. We're the police.

We have information that your life might be in danger.

My life?

It could also be false information.

But for your safety, please come along with us.

Okay.

Let's go.

- Sir? - Shreshta.

What about the other possible victims?

- They are all safe, sir. - Okay.

Madam, please go with Akbar to our headquarters.

I'll see you there.

Ma'am!

The last victim, Asha, was killed

by a poisonous toxin named sarin, which was mixed in the candle.

The police couldn't save her even after knowing Asha was the victim.

As they could not stop Alagar's serial killings,

the opposition leader accused DCP Nambi of a lack of intelligence.

Why, Nayana?

Why?

Why is he killing good people?

Bullshit!

Freaking psychopath!

I've lost, Nayana.

I've lost.

Nambi, no.

Don't.

One last victim remains. You must save that victim.

Don't give up now.

Yes, Ammu.

Nambi, you are an honest police officer.

To you, work was more important than anything else.

You're not the only one responsible for recent events.

The people watching TV and the TRP-hungry media

will soon forget this.

Only you and the last victim you're about to save

will remember everything.

Only you can solve this case, Nambi.

Guys, the next victim is a women's activist

or someone who fights for women's rights.

It could be a man or a woman.

Alert all the police stations.

This time, let's not wait until he reveals the name.

Get me the details of all the women's rights activists.

Anyone who matches the profile,

we will protect them!

This is our last chance.

We must save at least one.

- Sir! - Guys, we found something.

A cleaning staff at the park found this.

It was taped under the bench.

He has installed an app on this phone to send a message at seven o'clock.

For the first time, we're ahead of Alagar.

- Yes, Sir. - Now, we have more time.

However, we've reached the climax of the story.

It has been an exciting journey.

The climax should be the highlight of this story.

Do you agree?

I'm excited.

But like always, I'm not going to give up the full name.

I have a twist for the climax.

Life is a structure shaped by coincidences.

Or is it simply a result of all the choices we've made over time?

The final one hour.

The first letter of my final character,

I'm sure you're already aware of it.

"N."

N for?

Shall I say it, Nambi sir?

It's you, Nambi.

You are his next victim.

Sir! No way I'm his next victim. It's just a coincidence.

He just said, "Life is a structure shaped by coincidences."

That's a clue.

He wants us to ignore it, calling it just a coincidence.

Sir, you are one of the most efficient cops we have.

You solved that tricky serial killing case in Kodaikanal too.

So, he probably thought you were the one to lead the case.

But I don't fit the profile.

I'm not an activist.

Nambi, you were politically active during your time in college.

I'm sorry, you are a loner.

You are separated from your wife.

You do fit the profile.

And sir, Alagar has donated to the police welfare fund.

That is also a lead per your theory.

But it's just a decoy.

Trust me, guys, this is not that simple.

He is just distracting us.

I'm sure the next victim is a women's rights activist.

I'm damn sure.

This is just a distraction.

If something were to happen to you...

the people will start to think that the one who is supposed to save people

couldn't even save himself.

No, we can't risk your life.

Okay. Here is the deal.

We will work considering me as a victim.

But our team will move as planned.

Guys, locate and track those activists like we planned.

And break down their routine and habits.

Their food, things, vehicles, go to places, check them all.

Check them medically for heart implants,

hearing aids, and other devices.

Safely quarantine them.

Let's go!

Wait for my command.

Okay.

I'm sure that a woman's activist is the next victim.

The first letter of my final character,

I'm sure you're already aware of it.

"N."

Shall I say it, Nambi sir?

N for...

Nayana.

Shit!

- Sir? - Shreshta, send a unit to Nayana's place.

- Do it immediately. - What happened, sir?

There's a possibility that Nayana is the next victim.

Think about it.

More than her fame, Nayana's public persona resembles that of an activist.

Opinionated, independent.

There may be tragedies or losses in her life that we are not aware of.

That makes her a perfect victim for Alagar.

You're right, sir. I'll go myself, sir.

The last character's...

What happened, Luca sir?

The framing of this video is different.

Compared to the previous ones.

Something is odd, Nambi.

Pause, pause.

Zoom in.

What's that?

Sir, it's an old diary.

It's blank.

- Turn right at the end of the hallway. - Thank you.

Sometimes at night, I'd wake up hearing weird noises.

He'd be walking all over the place.

He'd be completely covered in dirt.

With the help of the diary we obtained from Alagar's house,

I was able to decode some of his plans.

There is a room in his house that we didn't check.

It seems an arrangement has been made for someone to stay alive for a week.

Also, 08:00 p.m. is highlighted.

I think the final piece of this puzzle is there.

As soon as you receive this message, come to his house.

The last victim we're looking for must be there.

He is going toward the Pallavaram Mosque.

This is what I was waiting for. Finish him off in the crowd.

- I'll send our men. - Okay, boss.

Ride faster.

Shit!

Am I the next victim?

- Move! Move! - Sir, sir.

- Nambi, Sir. - Move.

Sir! Sir!

Sir, sir, sir.

Sir, take a look.

I've received a message, sir.

Alagar has sent a threatening message.

Please save me, sir.

- Sir, look at this. - Sir, I'm afraid.

Don't worry, this message is just a distraction.

- No one will get hurt. - Sir, he has sent me a threat.

Please hear me out. Nothing will happen to you people.

Please trust me!

Please, I have to go now!

Please move aside. I'm running out of time.

Please. I'm running out of time.

Make way. Move!

Ma'am!

What was the name of the activist who used to live here?

Nalini, sir.

Nalini?

How long has she been missing?

It must be a week, sir.

Are you sure it's one week?

Not sure. Maybe eight days.

What were you doing all these days?

Why didn't you file a complaint?

I was told she'd gone to her hometown.

The hero of my story.

I was confident you would definitely come here.

Is this a small part of the grand plan?

Or is this a coincidence?

Do you know what I learned from observing park cleaner Maria for six months?

She cleans the whole park spotlessly.

When she returned after her two-week holiday,

I knew she would spot the phone taped under the bench.

Considering it a breakthrough is a sign of your intelligence.

It took ten years to implement this plan.

There's no way it could go wrong.

Come on! What are you going to do now?

Every beginning has an end.

This story is going to end here. Now.

Sir, are you okay?

Yeah.

- Sir. - No.

No.

It is not over yet.

There's more!

Sir, you're right, sir.

A women's rights activist has been missing for days.

- What is her name? - Nalini.

She's a transgender.

She must be here.

Look around, quick.

Guys, look there.

She's alive. Call the ambulance.

As you all are aware,

that the criminal and the victim are the same in this case,

this case was very challenging for us to solve.

Not only in Tamil Nadu's case history,

but in the entire police department's case history,

this is the first time we have been chasing a dead murderer.

Finally, we were able to save at least one life.

I congratulate DCP Nambi and the team.

Sir.

Do you think it is over?

We've found Alagar's final statement video.

It's confidential.

Why did Alagar do this?

What was his intention?

What do all these victims have in common?

What?

Ashok. Ex-military, watchman.

Raziya. Dancer, teacher.

Yuvaraj. Environmental activist.

Alagar. Writer.

- Is it about their work? - Exactly!

Each of them played a vital role in serving this society.

However, we often fail to appreciate the people who do these jobs.

They don't get a good salary.

Not much respect either.

They were doing a thankless job.

Our police department is the best.

There's not much about the police and military.

They are all useless.

Raziya, Bharatanatyam isn't suitable for this modern age.

There are a lot of dance forms like hip-hop, tap, and Zumba.

Why don't you teach her those forms?

What about what she wants?

Sometimes in life,

we must do things we don't like, even if we don't want to.

Or else she'll grow up to be you. Let's go!

Look, art, dance, and living righteously

won't earn you money.

Hurry up. I have to get the next load in.

- Hello. - Unload. Why is it taking so long?

What are you doing?

- What the hell is he doing? - Who are you people?

- Hey, who are you? Stop recording! - Answer me.

- I said stop recording! - Don't come near me!

Can't you hear me?

Hit him!

Why are you meddling in these matters?

What do you mean?

Someone has to fight for this land, sky, and sea.

Do you know?

All that garbage is being dumped in the sea.

Babies are being born with microplastics in their bodies because of it.

- Do you get it? - Dude.

You are wasting your time.

Nothing is going to change.

Mind your own business instead of trying to save the world.

- Hello, Dad. - Where are you?

How many times do I have to call you?

- Sorry, Dad, I was busy with work. - Oh, really?

Collecting garbage at sea isn't work.

And you call it a social service.

Dad, I...

Nalini is a women's and transgender activist.

As she underwent gender transition,

she faced many challenges in society.

Varsha!

Let's go inside.

Dad!

Why are you closing the door on me?

If not you, who else could I turn to?

Dad!

So?

So...

they are all pillars of our society.

But to this society, they were of no value.

Alagar selected people like them

and threw them in front of this society.

Alagar has stalked his victims for years.

He changed his identity and personally kept in touch with them.

Alagar knew more about the victim than their family and friends.

All these victims served society.

Or they were the ones who wanted to bring a change in society.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I'll live in the sea forever if they'd let me.

If you truly want to witness its real beauty,

you must dive deep.

It's worth dying for.

It's worth dying for!

After his demise, I lost interest in everything.

I detest living.

- Here you go. - No. It's complimentary.

They were all heroes.

True heroes.

But never respected.

No one in this world would talk about them or appreciate them.

To turn the world's attention towards them,

Alagar did this.

Reminding us.

By killing them,

he turned the people's attention towards them.

Alagar made them martyrs of this society.

Each of the victims died

in their happiest moments, doing what they loved.

You mean martyrs?

That's weird.

Yes.

It's an eccentric and weird logic.

Speaking about the dead,

and their lives,

and to talk about their value

is my role in Alagar's story.

He thought of himself as an artist.

He wanted to prove it to the world.

His crimes are his art.

He did this for the attention he hasn't gotten in his life.

All I can say is,

Alagar planned to execute a perfect crime through these six killings.

However, by saving the last victim,

we have proved that no crime is perfect.

Sir, do you think what Alagar did was right?

No.

Sir, are you saying it as a policeman or a common man?

Why didn't it occur to you

that Alagar was trying to reform society through the killings,

showing how it should rightfully function?

As a police officer, what Alagar did is a crime.

And as a common man, it is wrong what Alagar did.

Though our intention is to bring a change in society,

we don't have the right to kill anybody.

I have a request for the people.

Don't delve into Alagar's motivation and make him a hero.

He was just a psychotic serial killer.

All we hope is that no one else turns out like him.

It's a relief that no powerful people are dead.

The victims were just ordinary people.

In just two days, the public will forget about it.

Nambi.

Do you think it was a coincidence

that Alagar's last victim's name started with N?

If he had disclosed the whole name,

would it have been the perfect crime he predicted?

Aaryan?

That was just a coincidence.

Before changing her gender,

Nalini's name was Nambi.

That's why Alagar mentioned Nambi in his last message.

Do you think he actually predicted

you'd be the one leading the case?

No.

No chance at all.

There are many probabilities.

I may not have been made the lead on this case.

Kabir might have handled it instead.

I could have been injured.

There are many probabilities like this.

According to me, the final "N" was Nalini.

There's no chance he could have targeted me.

Sir, I forgot to give you this.

I found this in Alagar's room yesterday.

This story started long before today.

I've been following you for the past six years,

ever since you arrived in Kodaikanal.

Like a shadow.

Your commitment and integrity at work made me realize

that you're my hero.

There were no coincidences, Nambi.

Every decision has its price.

My last victim.

You or Nalini?