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"THERE IS NO BEAST MORE CRUEL THAN MAN" LEONID ANDREYEV

-Where are you going? -I'm going to the auditorium.

-Chithra? -Sir?

-Is Mr. Krishnadas here? -Yes, sir. He is in the office.

Sir.

Yes.

-Sir, shall I pack these as well? -Sure.

Sir, there is information from the IB that a criminal might enter via our coast.

The fax will arrive shortly.

Sir, we need to strengthen the coastal region.

So, it would be great if you could issue an order.

I've been doing this for more than 30 years.

Now it's up to guys like you to give orders.

Sir?

I think you forgot about it.

I retired yesterday.

Everything is ready, sir.

-Tell them I'm coming. -Okay, sir.

Oh, no!

-What happened? -Sorry, sir.

As far as each one of us is concerned,

this is a day that we can't avoid.

The day when we leave behind our official life for our retired life.

Today, our respected Mr. Krishnadas

will bid farewell to us.

He is the perfect example for how an investigating officer should be.

In the course of his official life,

he has witnessed many developments

and investigated many cases.

But when we look back on his career

the first thing that comes to our mind is the Charlie case…

and fugitive Kurup.

It would have been dismissed as an accident case.

But with his analytical skills,

he was able to solve the mystery behind it.

KURUP

FROM CHERIYANAAD TO MADRAS

Don't break it again.

When did you come, Brother-in-law?

I couldn't stay back when

-I heard about Gopikrishnan. -Sharada?

That's why I came here.

Thanks to Lord Krishna. It all went well!

Don't you feel ashamed to brag about it?

Why?

After all, Gopan got a seat in PUC.

Why do you feel ashamed, brother-in-law?

Where is the first class seat holder?

He went to college to enroll for degree course.

So, he went to college to enroll for degree!

My dear, your eldest son,

Mr. Gopikrishna Kurup

flunked the PUC exams.

How can he join army at such a young age?

It's not army.

It's the Indian Air force.

Also, one doesn't join the air force.

They decide who joins them.

You were an army man. Tell her how it works.

What if he gets into trouble and ends up in jail?

We will be humiliated.

He doesn't need to join the air force to end up in jail.

Don't worry about it.

Just imagine our Gopi in an air force uniform!

He will look so smart.

That's all you need to think right now.

-Isn't Gopi home yet? -No.

Maybe he will show up with a degree certificate.

He can't pull off his tricks there, Gomathi.

It's the air force, after all.

The Indian Air force.

RECOLLECTIONS BY PETER

Stop talking and go in there now.

I wonder what terror awaits me here.

Here you go.

Hello!

Where are you off to?

Can't you wait in the queue?

Bloody Indians!

Who say that?

Some of them are in a rush to get into the air force.

I say who say that!

You!

Shoe not polished.

This is how you stand in air force camp!

Do you know the meaning of decorum?

Sorry, sir.

Everybody… fall-in in threes.

Three lines!

Come!

Attention!

Stand at ease.

"Abranjan!"

Don't know "abranjan"?

Useless fellows!

Hands out.

Sitting position.

Good!

-Sir, coffee. -Stand at ease.

-Murthy? -Sir?

-Who is that bloody idiot? -Attention!

Call him.

Stand at ease!

"Abranjan."

-Good! -Sir is calling you.

Attention!

-Sir is calling you. -Yes.

-You, take position! So drill. -Sir.

Attention.

Stand at ease.

Sir?

-Who are you? -Sir, myself Gopikrishnan.

-Coming from-- -I don't think you belong here.

No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.

I finished the written test, sir. Third attempt.

-Now medical test, sir. -Why are you here?

-Sir, medical test. -No.

I asked, why Indian Air force?

To fly, sir.

You can do it right here.

-Anand? -Sir?

-Teach him how to fly. -Yes, sir.

Until I say. Get out!

Attention! "Abranjan."

Stand at ease!

Here.

-Sir? -Fly.

-Fly, sir? -Fly.

Attention.

Stand at ease.

-Is this okay, sir? -"Abranjan."

Stand at ease.

Let your bloody legs also fly high!

Legs.

Okay, sir.

Back to line.

The prestigious Indian Air force.

What do I say?

There are some of us here.

My father has no taste in art. I just obeyed his command

and gave up what I loved the most, that is the guitar and the stage.

That's how folland gnat and cockpit invaded my life.

RIP, Rockstar Peter!

RIP!

Then we have Surjit Singh

who wants to keep up the legacy of two generations of patriotism.

A true Indian by heart!

And then we have him.

Forget the air force!

His folks don't have a clue about anything as well.

He doesn't know where he is flying to.

Meet the Great "Gopikrishnan."

Hello!

"Abranjan."

-Hey, Peter! Wake up. -What is it?

Switch off the lights and go back to sleep!

Hey, try knocking again.

Come on, boys! Come on!

Up!

Peter, you bloody idiot! Take push-up position.

You bloody Peter!

How dare you sleep during the parade!

-Stomach pain, sir. -Bloody idiot, go.

Who the hell will fetch the shoe?

-Take it! -I'll take it, sir!

Take it and run, you bloody dog!

Is it morning already? Mr. Anand will kill me.

Oh, God!

What?

You have become airmen.

An airman always should be physically fit and mentally agile.

-And here-- GK! -Sir! Yes, sir.

-Sleeping in the classroom? -Yes, sir.

Get out of my classroom!

And 20 rounds in the airfield!

Hey! Where is it?

-Hey, what are you doing? -Hey!

-Did you see my bedsheet? -I can't even find my own.

-What? -It's missing.

General salute!

-Hey! -Sir?

-Why are you late? -Sorry, sir.

-Bathroom, sir. -See, Mr. Gopikrishnan Pillai…

this is an airman training school.

-Don't make it an animal training school. -Sir.

-Sorry, sir. -Twenty rounds around the airfield.

-And right time for the class. -One!

Peter, look straight. Lift the rifle higher.

Proper.

Oh, God!

-Where are you off to? -Dinner, sir.

-What time is your dinner? -Seven o'clock, sir.

What is the time right now?

-7:03 pm. sir. -Why are you late?

Evening punishment, sir. 50 rounds.

For the bloody three minutes, three hours in the ground!

Get into the rooster position.

Sir, I already completed one punishment.

Sorry, sir.

Welcome to animal training school.

Take your position for next three hours.

-Anand. -Sir.

Take the position.

Take proper rooster position. Lift your buttocks.

-Stay right there. -Thank you, sir.

Sir!

He is also late, sir.

-Thank you. -Welcome.

-My dear boy! -Hey, dude!

What are you staring at? Go to your billet.

-They are laying eggs. -Rooster!

Peter darling, hope the winds are favorable to your aircraft.

We Mustangs are coming to the MCC to rock the brains out on the 20th.

Indie Rock Festival it is!

The void you made after your take-off is yet to be filled

and will always remain vacant.

Since you are near, we hope we can perform together towards awesomeness.

Waiting for your landing there.

Fly and come buddy! With love, M.

Hey, come on up!

Who is this?

Hey, this is my bedsheet.

Come quickly!

Vishnu, is that you?

GK?

-It's you! -Yes, Peter Pan.

What are you up to this time?

Don't you want to go to your big event?

Come on.

-How do you know about the big event? -Be quiet.

Come.

So this is your bed bug in the air force!

GK, where are we going?

-Hi! -Hi!

-Ready to rock? -Of course.

-Hi, GK. -Hi, Senthil.

-Who are these guys? -Old friends.

-Jimmy? -Hi.

-I need your help. -Tell me.

-Okay. -Thank you, bro.

-Love birds, please give way. -GK!

-Keep going! -One second.

-We are here. -GK!

Hi, everybody! There is a surprise.

Our beloved friend, Mr. Peter.

He is here. We really miss your string.

Come on to the stage.

Right now.

Peter George!

Thank you!

Thank you so much for the warm welcome.

I'm here just because of my new friend GK.

Where is GK?

He will screw up. I'll be right back.

-Go, man! -GK!

-Where are you going? -One minute.

May I borrow this?

-Hey, what is this? -Thank you.

GK, what are you doing?

See where the world is going My Susie darling

See where the world is going My Susie darling

One, two…

One, two, three. Go!

There is a girl next door called Rosie

Looks like she's on the disco floor

In her bell-bottoms and high heels

The girl trots like a horse on wheels

When I went to England one time

I fell in love with a madam for a time

Then I returned home

I passed that love to Rosie nearby

While madam butters her bread

For breakfast everyday

While madam butters her bread

For breakfast everyday

Rosie has stewed cassava

With sardine curry to begin the day

Rosie has stewed cassava

With sardine curry to begin the day

Hey, stop the music!

-Sir, he is our best trainee. -Jai Hind, sir!

Hey, Dominique. Sir is here.

Thank you.

Jai Hind, sir.

Cheers!

Sir?

-Thank you. -Cheers!

-Peter? -Sir.

Peter George.

-I see a vibrant future in you. -Thank you, sir.

But what surprises me is…

why hasn't your friend here quit yet?

Sir… I came here so I can succeed in life.

Sooner or later, I will.

Really?

Listen carefully.

I have a surprise for you in Bombay.

Get ready for that, chap.

Sir, with your guidance, always ready.

Let us see. Cheers!

Cheers!

Music!

Kumarasamy!

A new sky, a new earth and a new world.

Where the scents of dream, loss, love and vengeance waft by at once.

The exquisite city of dreams and desire.

As someone once said "Amchi Mumbai".

Each of you will go to the billet assigned to your trade.

Report to the base station at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.

The information of the billets is on the notice board in the corridor.

Come on.

Let's go. Alpha is this way.

Billet three for accounts is over there.

GK was right.

It's easy to give up when you lose.

The difficult part is to prove that you can win.

The Indo-Pakistani War of 1971

groomed the airman in me.

Just like the music that captivated me once,

this air force life gave me a lot of joy and responsibilities.

But Gopikrishnan seemed like a changed man.

Was it drudgery or senior officers' conduct towards him?

Something seemed to bother him.

GK?

-What happened? -Peter George.

These people will make me work to death.

It will be alright.

Why didn't you attend Sharada's call?

I'll call back.

Will you fold that sheet for me?

And take it with you.

For the next big event.

-Nonsense! -Shouldn't we jump the wall?

Of course. Do you want to do it now?

No.

I'm going home tomorrow.

I got sick leave for a month.

-Shall we do it when I'm back? -Certainly.

But make sure you come back!

I'll come back.

Sure.

Sorry.

That day, when he said goodbye

I thought it was a farewell before another vacation.

But it wasn't.

It was his final goodbye…

from the air force and my life.

-I realized it later. -You played really well.

Thank you.

-Hi, Peter. -Hi.

-Good game. -Thank you.

-It's been a while, right? -Yeah, it's been some time.

The Bonus Act revision is on. I was busy with that.

Hey, I'm really sorry.

I heard about it when the dispatch arrived today.

-What happened? -It's about your friend Gopikrishnan.

What about him?

The police inquiry report came this morning.

Don't you know about it?

Tell me what the matter is.

He committed suicide.

-Who? -Gopikrishnan.

-Are you sure? -Yes!

I was there when the report was handed over to Mr. Sathyan.

-It was very unfortunate. -Dammit!

The circular might be issued to all departments tomorrow.

When the circular is issued,

the entire department and unit will know about it.

But there is someone who ought to hear it first.

Sharada.

It wasn't easy for me to inform her of that death.

What brings you here?

We received a message in the office.

The report says it was a suicide.

But GK?

Why would GK do such a thing?

Do you know why?

HIM AND HER

What did the telegram say?

It just said, "Come home."

Could this be about your marriage?

That's a good guess.

You'll have to find a new teacher if I stop working after my wedding

to learn Hindi and Marathi. Okay?

Why should I learn Hindi and Marathi if I have to go to Persia?

-I'd rather learn Arabic. -So, that's your plan!

-I'm putting your tea on my tab. -Attagirl!

You bought me tea as your wedding treat.

Shall we go?

You can go ahead. I need to make a local call.

Yes.

Gopikrishnan, there's a call for you.

-Peter, I'll be right back. Salim. -Okay.

Hello.

Is this young lord?

Well, I'm all grown-up now.

And speaking about the label…

I gave it up long ago.

Is this someone from Cheriyanaad?

It's me, Sharadamma. Sharada.

I'm in Bombay studying nursing.

Ms. Mani is funding my studies.

She wants you to come home if you're free this Sunday.

I'll think about it.

You can hang up.

Shall I give you the address?

I don't need the address.

Sharadamma can hang up now.

People from the air force can come flying anywhere.

Have your first peg when the mustard seeds pop.

-Awesome! -So, shall we start?

-Water? -No, I don't need water.

You don't?

Give it to me.

Add a little water, young man.

Don't have it neat!

Do you see that Grey hair on you?

I want to keep mine as it is.

-That's why it's better to have neat. -That's how I started as well.

Go and get the clothes from upstairs.

-Okay. -Hide the glass.

-Isn't it ready yet? -Give me ten minutes.

Don't try to hide. I know what it is.

You have lived only one-third of your life.

Really?

Oh, you meant him.

-Aunt, where's Sharadamma? -She went upstairs to get the clothes.

-Don't leave me alone. -I'll be back soon.

-Do you want to cut your life short? -Just one more.

Do whatever you like!

Why did you come up? Do they need me downstairs?

Yes, someone needs you.

But…

it's not them.

Somebody else needs you now.

Beautiful eyes make a girl…

look even more beautiful.

You are a beautiful girl.

Come closer.

A man doesn't look good…

when he forces himself on woman…

but only when he is guarding her dignity.

Now, tell me.

Do you still want to do this, young lord?

Is this a confession… or admission of guilt?

-What if it's neither? -Then?

Can I marry you?

Are you still hungover?

I don't drink cheap arrack.

Defence personnel have a liquor quota.

And it has a certain standard.

I saw your standards yesterday.

I asked only because I truly like you.

Don't think it will be strange just because you were our servant's daughter.

I'm a man…

and you are a beautiful girl.

That's all.

I'll be with you until my death.

A troublemaker like you could end up in jail.

There are chances of you going to jail…

but I won't.

I promise you. Alright?

Don't pay. I've an account here.

If your answer is a "yes…"

then I'll pay from now on.

Sir, two tea.

Love is the city street

Adorned by the twin steeds

Day and night

Love is the street

Where the body twirls frequently

Along the banks Of my heart's river that is in spate

Love is the city street

Oh, darkness that unravels

Oh, beauty that wanders

Wake as the day

Which crawls like a cloud After molding its golden skin

Are you alone?

Yes. What happened, Aunt?

Don't try to act too smart.

Where is Gopikrishnan who dropped you off here?

I took pity on a servant's girl.

That's why I brought you here with me.

But don't take it as an opportunity to flirt with our boy.

What's the matter, Aunt Mani?

I heard you shouting.

Gopikrishnan, don't try to fool me.

I don't care what you think but she can't stay here anymore.

So, we are sending her back home.

Her staying here is a problem for you, right?

What do you mean, Gopikrishnan? We don't get it.

If I don't keep my promise to her…

people will blame it on your upbringing.

So, what's the plan?

Do you want me to book the trunk call to Cheriyanaad?

Or will you do it yourself, Aunt Mani?

Go and pack your things.

The love that the ocean declares

A white shore that melts in it

Oh ocean, give me your brine water

I'm the estuary for this entire life

Come, touch me

Oh, sea of seas

This mere grain of sand

The ocean at dawn

I'll appear as the morning star

Love is the city street

Adorned by the twin steeds

Day and night

Love is the city street

Oh darkness that unravels

Oh beauty that wanders

Wake as the day

Which crawls like a cloud After moulting its golden skin

What will you have, sir?

-What do I order? -Just order something.

-Get us two cups of tea. -Okay.

Shall I go?

Just when my dreams were about to take wings

the sun in my life was set forever.

Where do I go now?

I don't know.

I'LL BE AT THE SUBWAY

Why?

You can ask me anything except for that.

Sharadamma?

Wait.

That's all I want to know.

Why?

It's a secret.

A secret that's not meant for Bombay city.

I'll tell you everything…

but not here. Somewhere far away.

I'll tell you in Persia.

Show me your palm.

I won't charge a lot of money.

-I don't like to get my palm read. -Okay.

You can hide the lines on your palm.

But your destiny…

You can't hide it even if you wanted to.

What's your name?

Kurup.

Sudhakara Kurup.

Sister Sharada, sorry.

I got a bit late.

-Hey, come on. Catch me. -Stop.

Boss!

Assalamu alaikum, sir.

-Good to see you. -How are you?

-Come, please. -Thank you.

What's wrong with you?

I've been noticing it for a while.

What is it?

What happened?

Nothing.

We are going back to Kerala.

That's all.

What do you mean?

What will we do there?

Our house is still under construction.

We have to raise two children.

Expenses will only go up.

What do you plan to do for money?

I haven't done anything that has put our family in distress.

I won't do that in the future either.

So, I'll take the decisions here.

WHEN THE VILLAINS COME TOGETHER

-Is that him, Roychan? -No, that's not Kurup.

But look at those ones. What do you think?

-She looks pretty, right? -That will be an understatement.

Then, tell me.

Where do you think she is from?

-Her nose looks like… -Looks like what?

I think she is from Punjab.

Or maybe she is from Gujarat.

You have to decide on one.

-Yes, got it. -What?

-She is from Bihar. -Get lost!

Just look at how she walks.

She looks like-- What are you doing?

You can ask her whatever you wanted to.

-Don't complain later. -What are you doing?

Let go of me.

-Carry on, kid. -You!

I will-- Let go of me.

Brother?

-Help! -Let her go.

-Security? -This can end in two ways.

Either love…

-or death. -Nonsense!

What are you doing?

-Relax, kid. -Hands off.

-Bro! -Hey!

I'm Roychan, Minister Kalavoor Ravi's brother-in-law.

I want to use the phone.

Step aside.

-Roychan? -Bro!

-How did you get him out? -I managed to do it. Come on.

Bro!

Why did you hire a taxi, Pillechan?

Where's our car?

You're right. It does look like a taxi.

Why did you hire a taxi, bro?

Let's get going now. I'll tell you in detail when we are home.

-No, tell me now. -No.

Tell us when we are home!

We're not leaving until you tell me.

Come on, say it. Or Pappan's land won't let you go.

I meant Padmanabhan.

Bro.

-Where are the bottles? -There is one in each suitcase.

Say it quickly. You come with me.

We had to pledge the car because of an emergency.

I can return it in a week.

-Roychan? -Yeah.

Listen carefully.

I want my car back.

Or you can say goodbye to Vandanam forever.

It's a promise.

Kurup's promise.

I want this car.

Single price.

Ready cash.

Do you agree for it?

What?

Give it to me.

Scotch Whiskey.

Go and call him.

He will send a state car to get you home.

-Bro! -Yeah.

Bring the luggage over there.

In the shade of the tree Girl, don't you look weary

Don't you look weary

At the gilded half moon Girl, don't you steal a look

In the shade of the tree Girl, don't you look weary

Don't you look weary

KPAC play of '52!

"You Made me a Communist."

Don't you do plays anymore, Pillechan?

Don't you do plays anymore?

I don't have the time, bro.

That's true! How can he make time?

He is always in the arrack shop.

That's true!

Brother…

why don't you take him to Persia once again?

At least he can make some money over there.

I haven't recovered from my first visit yet.

Neither have I.

-Ponnachan? -Yeah.

You don't have to go to Persia to make money.

Then?

You can make money from Vandanam as well.

It's easy for you, brother.

But it's damn difficult for people like us.

You can do it as well.

But you need to stick with sir.

Suppose you had a lot of money.

What will you do with it, Ponnachan?

Don't get me wrong, brother.

But now that you have asked, I feel greedy.

An old secondhand Ambassador car.

I can drive it around and make a living.

-Ponnachan -Yeah?

Don't settle for one.

You can buy ten new Ambassador cars.

I'll give you the money.

What do you think?

How is my mansion, Sabu?

It looks like our sheikh's palace, sir.

Don't you want a house like this in Chavakkad?

Yes, I do.

What's the deal, bro?

Relax, Pillechan.

We are about to do some mischief.

So it's good to begin with a glass of drink.

Having a drink is good.

Pillechan?

I have a life insurance policy in Persia.

-Why don't we claim it? -We can.

Is it worth thousands?

It will be about eight lakh rupees.

Eight lakh rupees?

Why didn't you bring it with you?

That's okay.

Tell Sharadamma to bring it tomorrow itself.

What the hell are you saying?

It can be claimed only after my death.

Brother, what's the plan?

I'll tell you.

Pillechan?

Who am I?

-Don't you know who you are? -I didn't mean that!

What's my name?

Gopikrishnan.

Gopikrishnan?

Sabu, what's my name?

Kurup… Sudhakara Kurup.

So if Gopikrishnan could become Sudhakara Kurup…

then in a matter of no time…

Sudhakaran can be reborn as somebody else.

Am I right, Pillechan?

Good idea!

It's very interesting.

But how can that happen?

It won't happen on its own.

It has to be done.

But if it goes as per our plan…

we can share the eight lakh rupees among us.

Eight lakh rupees?

I'm ready to do anything for eight lakh rupees.

You can't have eight lakh rupees to yourself.

It's for all of us.

-At least I'll get a part of it. -Now listen.

I want a body double.

A corpse of the same height and build.

We will get a body double.

We have to go to Kottayam.

Then we have to go to the medical college.

Pick up the thing.

-And come back here. -What thing?

-Corpse. -Corpse?

-Madhu. -Who is Madhu?

Just explain it, Pillechan.

We can do it with Madhu's help.

But it's going to cost you some money.

Find him.

Don't worry about the expenses. I'll take care of it.

People will say I'm showing off because I'm a Gulf expat.

They won't say that.

Then they should say that.

Here.

Keep this inside, Mom.

We just got back from Kottayam.

Madhu said there was a corpse in the medical college there.

Tell me what happened.

We reached late because of this fellow.

There's nothing left to say.

By the time we got there they had put it in formalin.

But now I have a different plan in mind.

-We will-- -I'm not interested in your story.

Neither am I obliged to split the money with you.

So if you can't do it, then get lost!

Stop playing around and give those things to me.

Quiet!

We have work to do.

Oh, no! Pillechan!

We are finished.

Don't they that.

It's rotten.

Pillechan?

Shouldn't we cover the grave?

Go and cover it. And have tea before you return.

Pillechan?

It's a woman.

Ponnachan?

Stop the car.

I think a body has washed up.

Slow down. You're getting old!

Ponnachan, how can we move the corpse from here?

-Excuse me, brother. -Move.

I think it washed up during the high tide.

It's bigger than the one that came up last time.

-Look at this. -When did it wash up?

Just now. It wasn't here when we went out to sea.

I was tempted by the offer of eight lakh rupees.

But now I feel stuck between the devil and the sea.

Do you think it's possible, Pillechan?

Yes, it's possible.

It has happened before.

So let's not talk about that.

All of us have equal stakes in the money.

You can decide if you want it or not.

Kurup will go ahead with the plan.

I'll be right back.

Sir, shall I take it?

Would you like to have anything else, sir?

No.

-Do you have a matchbox? -Yes.

Here it is, sir.

-Do you smoke? -Yes, occasionally.

-Just cigarettes, right? -Nothing like that, sir.

Here.

I had a cigarette in my pocket. Yes!

-Here you go. -No thanks, sir.

Hey, it's from Persia.

-Do you drink? -Yes, at times.

Come on then, join me.

No, sir. I'm on duty right now.

What do you mean?

See! That's our car.

We'll go, have a drink and come back. Done!

Sir, I can't drink on duty.

-I swear nobody will come to know. -No, thank you, sir.

-Come on, man! -No, sir.

Have a few drinks with me. Then you can dance as well.

No, sir. It's okay.

-Sir, leave me alone. -Let's have a drink.

Sir, please let go of me. I'm working.

-You can go after having a drink. -Brother, take your hands off me.

-Why can't you drink with me? -Hey, take your hands off me.

I said let me go.

-This son of a gun is so vain. -Take your hands off me!

I will not spare you.

Same height and build! We almost had that guy.

Shut up or I'll payback for all that you have done since Persia.

Got it?

Will it hurt if you get a fresh corpse?

Buy some buttermilk for him and take him home.

I'll be at the Kuttanadan bar.

-Bro! -Get lost!

Hey.

-What? -What is eight divided by four?

That will be two.

Why?

So, what is eight divided by three?

Three?

Pillechan, watch out!

-Ponnachan? -Yeah.

When we have someone with us who is as tall and big as Kurup…

why should we hunt for another corpse?

What is this?

Just think about it.

Eight lakh!

We three will get it.

Two-and-a-half lakh goes for one!

Two-and-a-half lakh goes for twice!

And the final call for two-and-a-half lakh!

I'll take the balance 50,000 rupees

as a prize for my wicked mind.

IN PURSUIT OF HIM

-Move. -Move aside.

Sir.

Sir!

-Johnny? -Sir.

Collect the soil from here and also the matchbox.

-Take them with you. -Sir.

It's difficult, sir.

The face is fully charred but we know that it's a man.

So, are you doing a postmortem on the spot?

Yes.

-Johnny? -Sir.

Any other information?

The car belongs to Sudhakara Kurup from Persia.

He came home three weeks ago.

Two of our men have gone to his place.

-Mufti? -Yes, sir.

-Check the area once again. -Sure, sir.

-People are just coming to know about it. -Sir is here.

-Sir. -Sir.

-What's happening here? -Kurup used to stay here.

-This is his wife's house, sir. -Oh.

Sir, they seem convinced that Kurup is dead.

But… when I passed by their kitchen I could smell chicken curry.

Chicken curry!

Oh, no!

Why did you throw it?

Was the chicken curry too salty?

It is…

Sir, it had gone bad.

-Are you going to a wedding? -No, sir.

I always dress up like this.

You go inside. The baby is crying.

He is with uncle.

Is the man who died in Kunnumvayal your relative?

Yes, sir.

Come here.

-How did you find it out? -I…

-It's Kurup's car, right? -Yeah.

Kurup doesn't trust anyone else with his car.

Oh, is that so?

If you think it's Sudhakara Kurup,

then, why didn't you come there?

-Is there any issue between both of you? -Not at all.

Kurup is like a younger brother to me.

I can't bear to see him like that, sir.

So, what next?

We have to make arrangements for the funeral.

Everyone has to be informed.

What about his relatives?

His father died a long time ago.

His mother is at a hospital in Pandalam.

His wife, Sharadamma, is in Persia.

She hasn't been informed yet.

Is that a washroom?

Yes, it's a washroom. We don't use it anymore.

Over there!

Nobody comes here anymore, sir.

What is it, sir?

Didn't I tell you that we don't use it anymore?

Step aside.

Don't you go to a barbershop, Pillai?

Or do you like to set your hair on fire?

Sir…

Yes, that's what it is.

Fold your sleeves.

No, sir. It looks better this way.

There's a lot of powder on your face. So you can't look any better.

Fold it.

Fold--

Fold it up.

Come on, do it.

Fold it up.

What happened?

It happened while I was warming myself up by the fire this morning.

This happened at the same time as well, right?

-Johnny? -Sir.

Something was burnt in here. Find out what it is.

Send the burnt hair and matchsticks to the forensic lab.

Yes, sir.

And this fellow…

Let's take him with us.

Come on, handsome!

Give me something to eat, sir.

I have been here for a while now.

-Johnny? -Sir?

Pillechan loves chicken, right?

Buy a chicken biryani from Brother's Hotel.

Sir, pass the water.

Water!

-Johnny? -Sir?

Don't give him water for two days.

Okay, sir.

But…

Sir.

Start.

Sudhakara Kurup was murdered.

I killed him.

Kurup took me to Persia a few years ago.

I had no fixed job there.

I ran several errands for him for two years.

Then he sent me back without paying a penny.

We have been at odds ever since.

Whenever I asked for my money…

he would give excuses.

Then he would buy me a drink and send me home.

I had been waiting for my chance.

So, when I got hold of him…

Sir, I was drunk at that time.

Water.

I didn't mean to kill him.

But I don't regret it either.

DEPUTY SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE CHENGANNUR

Sir, here is the detailed report on Sudhakara Kurup.

-Johnny? -Sir.

What do you think?

Did Bhasi Pillai kill Sudhakara Kurup?

Sir, Bhasi Pillai is a compulsive liar.

Did he have a strong motive for murder?

I don't know, sir.

But why should he take the blame for murder, sir?

This is my hunch.

There's something fishy about this case.

-You do one thing. -Sir.

Check the latest missing cases.

-Okay, sir. -Let's see.

-What's his name? -Sir, his name is Charlie.

He lives nearby.

He has been missing for three days.

-So, has it been three days? -Yes, sir.

-Any news about him? -We are investigating.

He told us that he would return the same night.

He wanted to take her to the Arthunkal Church feast.

This is his wife.

We went to the police when he didn't return for two days.

Can Charlie drive?

No, sir. Why?

It's nothing.

There was an incident in Cheriyanaad.

A car accident.

We recovered a body from the car.

The man hasn't been identified yet.

We came to check if the two cases are somehow related.

-Johnny? -Sir.

This is his photo.

This isn't him, sir.

I can understand what you are feeling.

This is just a part of our investigation.

We found this on that body.

Does it belong to Charlie?

I don't know, sir.

My dear girl!

-May I? -Sir, it's not possible. He can't drive.

I think she is confused. It can't be Charlie.

I apologize for bothering you.

In some cases people are misidentified.

That's why I wanted to check.

Does this belong to Charlie?

This belongs to my husband, sir.

This belonged to my husband.

My child and I have no one in this world, sir.

My child has been orphaned.

Stop hitting me, sir.

Please stop it.

Sir, I'll tell you everything.

That's enough.

I'll take the balance 50,000 rupees…

as a prize for my wicked mind.

Pillechan?

My boss is a nice guy.

How can we do that to him?

You are a rat!

Is that what you were thinking?

-Ponnachan? -Yeah.

Let's go back.

Somebody needs a ride.

Pull the car over there.

-Are you headed for Alappuzha? -Yeah.

Can I get a ride?

Three buses passed without stopping.

Sabu, open the door for this fellow.

-Come on. -Goodbye, bro.

Thank you, brother.

Ponnachan, is that you?

Charlie?

-What are you doing here? -I'm back in town now.

Cicily is pregnant.

Oh.

Today is our wedding anniversary.

I promised to take her to the Arthunkal Church feast.

That's why I started at night itself.

Pillechan?

I know this young man.

That makes everything so easy.

-You should have a drink with us. -Oh, no, bro.

I told you I have to take my wife to the church.

Ponnachan!

Ponnachan.

Brother?

-Alappuzha is straight ahead, right? -Yes.

We have to go to Pallana to pick someone up.

-Then we will go to Alappuzha. -Alright.

Whether it's a feast or a festival,

this is a must to have a good time.

Take it easy.

-Have a drink. -No, brother.

My wife is pregnant. It makes her sick.

It's the only joy in life. Come on.

No.

Ponnachan?

Stop the car.

I don't feel comfortable sitting here anymore.

No drinks on a feast day! What kind of a Christian are you?

-Have a drink. Come on! -No!

Hey, have one.

It tastes foul.

Alcohols do taste foul.

Just drink it!

No, brother.

Come on, have it.

No.

Have it!

Drink!

You…

Hold him down!

-How dare you turn down a drink? -Bro.

Ponnachan!

How dare you spit in the car!

Hold him tight!

What's wrong with you, rascal?

Raise his head.

KUTTANANDAN BAR

I told you to take him home.

We got what you asked for.

-Where did you find it? -We just killed him.

About an hour ago, right?

Get the car.

We can't go to Vandanam.

Let's go to your place.

Hurry up!

Take it to the washroom at the back. Sabu, help them.

Are you doing it in here?

We will burn the face now.

The body can be burned somewhere else.

Let me set you on fire.

Come on, fire up!

-Pillechan! -Oh, no, Pillechan!

-Pillechan! -Pillechan!

My hand!

-Come on. -Ponnachan, run.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

So, you will do anything for money.

-Right? -No, sir.

We couldn't turn down the offer of eight lakh rupees.

-Eight lakh? -Yeah.

Can we ever make so much money in our lifetime?

It's true, sir.

He told me to dream of ten Ambassador cars parked on my porch.

That's how Kurup lured us.

What was your share?

Sir…

we were promised two lakh rupees each.

Two lakh!

That means two lakh rupees for Sudhakara Kurup.

Do you know how much Kurup and his wife earn in Gulf?

80,000 rupees a month!

The same guy committed a murder…

for two lakh rupees.

Forget about that.

-Will he do it for eight lakh, Johnny? -No, sir.

So, money was not the only motive behind the murder.

Pillai, when did you last see Kurup?

In the paddy field that night.

And you?

Ernakulam, sir.

Then he asked me to board a bus to Chavakkad.

Who else was with you?

That day…

Kurup and…

Ponnachan.

I know you are working hard.

But how can I convince our superiors?

Now that we have issued a lookout circular for Kurup across India,

they have warned of cutting my salary to pay it off.

In fact, I can put up with that.

What really annoys me are the reporters and their relentless questions.

So, what's the status of the investigation?

Can we nab Sudhakara Kurup before the end of this century?

Sir, cigarette.

I need a blade.

I'll get it for you, sir.

If you were in Kurup's place, what will you do after the murder?

I'll leave the country if I think I'll be caught.

-But Kurup hasn't left the country yet. -Yes.

He can't travel using his passport. Then, how can he flee the country?

He can use a fake passport.

It's easy for him to get one.

As per Bhasi Pillai's statement, Kurup revealed his plan

to Ponnachan, Sabu and Bhasi Pillai on the same day he arrived.

Which means the story about Sudhakara Kurup's death

was conceived not in Kerala but in Persia.

Kurup came home in a hurry without bothering to make a fake passport.

So, the story of his death was created not only for the people here

but also for his friends outside the country.

-What do you mean? -Sir…

somebody in Persia should believe that Kurup is dead.

Or should feel compelled to believe in it.

Sir.

Sudhakara Kurup has been seen in Alankrita Lodge.

-Who gave the tip-off? -Sir, one of the hotel staff called.

Das?

Sir?

Deal with him before he is taken to the court.

Sir, here is the blade.

Kurup is in there, sir.

-Where? -Room number 122.

Bro.

-Hey, break it down. -Sir.

Move.

Sir, he is not here.

-Check downstairs. Quick! -Yes, sir.

He has left by the backyard. Go now.

-Sir, over there. -Come on.

Perazhi Transport Service.

18th point.

Mannar.

Sir.

We couldn't find him, sir.

Kurup has an acquaintance in Mannar.

It could be a relative or a friend.

-Find out who it is. -Yes, sir.

-Make it quick! Right now. -Sir!

Tell me something.

Radhakrishnan brought Sudhakara Kurup to your home.

Where did he go from here?

I don't like to repeat myself.

Maybe it's because of my age.

Anyway, I don't like it at all.

But I'll still tell you…

for the last time.

I don't know.

So, won't you speak the truth?

Smart fellow!

You figured it out yourself.

Gopinatha Kurup will not speak about it.

Nobody can make him do that.

Good!

I like your confidence.

Listen.

I'll be 75 in a month's time.

Do you want to use third degree methods on an old man?

You have more to lose than I do.

Don't you want to be promoted as SP?

If you bully me and something happens to me

then you will be in big trouble.

Do you want that?

SP!

Sounds good!

When I joined the police force…

I wanted to bag the SI post.

And I got it!

I got more than what I wished for.

So I'm not afraid of anybody.

If you are afraid of third-degree methods, then we can find another way.

-Doesn't one come before three, Johnny? -Yes, sir.

Then let's start from one.

Don't compel him. You know how it is.

-You can start. -Okay.

Kurup?

Kurup?

Can you hear me?

When did you last see Sudhakara Kurup?

Where will you go now?

I'll go to Uncle Vijayan's house in Bhopal.

And then…

But I'm sure about one thing.

From now on, I decide who will see me.

I don't care if it's police…

or politician.

I have only two questions for you.

Where did he go? And when?

It has been four days now.

He left for Mani's house in Bombay.

Don't you know it's a crime to give shelter to a criminal?

Yes, we know that, sir.

In fact, we had decided that we will turn him out if he came.

But after all… he is our boy.

I want to see the bedroom that he used.

-Is either of you diabetic? -No, sir.

This is a prescription for insulin.

That must be Gopi's.

You wait here.

-Hello. Police. -Sir.

-Where is this from? -Just a minute, bro.

Sir, this is prescribed from ward C.

Go straight and take left.

Are you sure it was him?

Yes, sir. It's the same guy.

Do you remember how tall he was?

He wasn't as tall as you, sir.

This man is more than six feet tall.

You are mistaken.

Oh! Here it is.

Thank you.

WANTED KURUP

Sir.

These are letters from all the people

who claim to have seen Sudhakara Kurup.

You can throw out the anonymous letters.

I've done that, sir. These are the remaining ones.

Frankly speaking…

I don't know what to believe and what not to believe.

I can't tell the difference.

P. KRISHNADAS

If there is truth in any of these, it will find us eventually.

What is it, sir?

This letter not only mentions Kurup.

It also refers to someone he met.

Issac.

He's up there.

You guys can wait here.

Alright.

Okay, thank you.

Good evening, Mr. Issac. How are you?

I'm Krishnadas from down south.

Kerala Police.

I was checking some files from a few years ago.

I found something that I could use to take you with me.

I'm ready to forget that but on one condition.

You have to forget Kurup.

Now you will talk.

And I will listen.

I know where Kurup is.

His whereabouts are in here.

Sharma?

Take him!

Come on, let's go.

Come on, take him with you.

-Let's go. -What are you saying?

We leave a trail on every path we take.

No crime can conceal it.

Not everyone who arrives at a crime scene can detect it.

But the one who searches for it, will certainly find that trail.

-Are these your regular visitors? -Yes, sir.

-Johnny? -Sir.

-What happened, sir? -Royal Viking Line.

He plans to leave the country on a ship.

Our last chance.

We should get him before he gets away.

-Should we inform the local police? -Yes, we should.

Stop!

-Explain it to them. -Yes, sir.

Do you see this man? He is Kurup.

He is a dangerous criminal with several cases against him.

Look at it carefully.

Search for him in every nook and corner.

He could be here in disguise.

Alright? You can go now.

-Johnny! -Go and catch him!

Go!

-Don't let him run! -Catch him!

-Go! Catch him! -Come on!

Police! I need to search the ship for a suspect.

Alright.

Sudhakara Kurup, you rascal!

-Yes, it's Sudhakara Kurup. -Sir, we got him.

Sir, I'm not Kurup.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Harikuttan from Kovalam.

This is how I make a living.

-Sir, then what about Kurup? -I have a sermon in South Africa.

-Take him away. -Sir.

Come on, you dog.

-Come. -Take him away.

-Thank you, sir. -Alright.

-Okay see you. -Thank you.

Sir?

-Their driver is missing. -Sir.

Sir, I'm a saint, a Godman.

Please let me go, sir.

I'm a Godman.

Sir!

We stood there and watched as the Royal Viking Line sailed away.

A lot more had happened which neither did I saw nor others knew about.

More pieces had to come together to know the full story.

Moreover, it is he who needs to tell us about.

Brother?

One tea.

Brother, one tea.

Brother?

Okay.

-I don't want to go. -I don't want to hear your excuses.

How can you say that?

Just use your wits.

Will you just walk in there?

Here's your tea, Uncle.

Will you do well at least this time?

I promise I'll make it big, Uncle.

What happened, GK?

This place suffocates me.

I'm getting out. You go back to sleep.

Don't be stupid, man.

They will catch you no matter where you go.

-That's why I'm still here. -Damn it!

If I were in my village, I would have had Nateshan's toddy,

then smoked a cigarette and relaxed. But I am stuck here.

Are you allowed to go out at night?

What?

I sneak out.

One cigarette, bro.

What about Indie Rock Fusion Festival?

-Do you like it? -It's great! I like that.

Indie Rock Music! Sounds good, right?

So, can we go with that name?

Yeah.

If you have any other ideas, you can tell now.

-I think that's cool. -It's cool, right?

Do you have any other plans about it?

Brother?

Where can I get a bottle of rum?

You can't get it at this time. Can we get one?

-It's difficult to get one now. -No, you won't get it.

-Is there any place I could get one now? -Now…

Yes, you can get it from that building.

-From the air force camp? -Yeah.

That's where I'm coming from.

Smart guy!

So, you jumped out of the sea to catch a fish?

There is nothing that you can't find on your campus.

You know what?

We pay threefold the price to buy booze from there.

-Threefold? -Yeah.

Threefold!

Who's that?

Brother, can I get some rum?

-Rum? -Yeah.

-How much? -One…

-Two bottles. -Two?

Yes.

-You? -Mr. Murthy!

-Mr. Murthy. -What?

-I need three bottles today. -Okay.

GK, what happened?

There are bugs in the air force.

-Bedbugs! -Oh!

Hey, GK.

Here it is.

This isn't enough to satisfy MCC's thirst.

Here you go.

Tell me when you need more.

But I will need a small profit out of it.

-You can resell your share. -Okay.

My dear Gopikrishnan, you will turn me into a full-time crook.

-You are a crook already! -Get lost!

I have lost my peace of mind.

It used to take four months for me to sell so much booze.

But you sold it in just three weeks.

Gopikrishna, if you carry on selling the booze

then I might have to start brewing arrack for the officers here.

If you plan to brew arrack then you can count me in.

But I need a commission fee.

Speaking of a commission fee…

It's a superb pair of boots!

Why should only the air force guys wear it?

Size eight. Here you go.

It will fit everyone and not just the air force guys.

Money.

-Alright. -Thanks, brother.

That's not the only thing.

-I have found other things too. -Really?

Like what?

I'll tell you later.

Sir.

I came here so that I can succeed in life.

Sooner or later, I will.

I have a surprise for you in Bombay.

I had just started living my dream

when that posting struck me like a bolt of lightning.

Madras gave me new hopes

to go to Bombay, the city of the Marathas.

Oh!

So, you are Gopikrishnan from Madras!

Yes, sir.

It's a little hot in here.

Shall we go out and talk?

Here, take this. Come.

It's over here.

-I hope everything is in order. -Yes, sir.

-Gopikrishnan? -Sir.

What are you staring at? Just do your job.

Yes, sir.

-Mr. Gopikrishnan? -Sir.

If you thought that a store assistant can sit back and relax in the store,

then, you got it wrong.

It doesn't work like that.

There…

That's the inventory register. Take it!

Open it up.

That's your goods received note.

You must record every entry in the register.

Including rack numbers.

It's four o'clock now. And I want it by seven.

If you get even one entry wrong…

I don't have to tell you anything, right?

And before you start, I want your haircut done.

-Mr. Gopikrishnan? -Sir.

Welcome to the real world of pain!

Didn't Dominique mention about a surprise?

I'm the surprise.

Dismissed!

I prayed to God that not even my enemies should be given a surprise like this.

But no God listens to the prayers of an atheist like me!

But I was wrong.

As soon as I opened that door, I proved myself wrong.

Mastan's Bombay!

The Bombay of Karim Lala and Muthaliyar.

Now it's our Bombay as well.

That's me and my new-found friend.

Issac!

I sought the never-ending

Periphery of life

And spun my dreams there

Over the path laid out for me

I scaled a thousand steps

Across many flights of stairs

As I went by

Oh world

Did time itself make way for me?

The war is over.

Congratulations, GK.

There is a new bounty.

A Singapore consignment.

Shall I go ahead with it?

GK?

We have been taking commissions until now.

Let's play a new game.

You will get your commission from me.

But not as the tenth man in a match of 11 players.

You will be the first man of your match.

Do you see this?

This is our trump card.

What is so special about it?

What is the connection between winning a war and a commission?

Our country has bought weapons worth crores for the sake of war.

Now that the war is over, they will be stashed away.

Their sorting and accounting is… more or less my responsibility.

If you try hard, I'm sure we can find buyers.

Right?

I was used to preying on small fish.

Issac gave me the boat and nets to hunt for giant sharks.

My first catch turned out to be this man.

An underworld arms dealer called Leo Ragnor.

Thanks a million, Issac!

Keep them over here.

Make it quick.

Only eight more boxes, after that done.

-What are you doing here? -Sir, these are the rejected goods.

-So I'm sending them back. -Do you have the documents?

-Yes, sir, it's in the jeep. -Show them to me.

Alright.

-Carry on. -Thank you, sir.

Goodnight, sir.

That was well played!

Let me know if you are interested to join us.

Yeah, let me get my termination letter.

-Hope that's not too far. -Hey, Leo, we will lose all our business.

Guys, hurry up.

Where is the stock in here?

How many times have I told you to verify them?

-Did you do it? -Sir, all stock--

Stop giving stories!

Full inventory with details.

I want it in a week. Is that clear?

Sir, one week is very less time.

Shut up!

This is the Indian Air force.

This uniform demands honesty and respect.

And it comes with integrity and discipline.

This is not a place for losers and liars.

Do you get me?

-Yes, sir. -Get out!

-What do I order? -Just order something.

I'm going home tomorrow.

I got sick leave… for a month.

Hey, keep those empty baskets aside.

We are here for an investigation.

-Are you related to Gopikrishnan Kurup? -I'm his father.

Gopikrishnan?

He is no more, sir.

He was very ill when he came here.

I'll go and check with the neighbors.

-You stay right here, okay? -Yes.

Excuse me.

Did you hear about your neighbor Gopikrishnan's death?

We were in Bhopal.

We came as soon as we got the news.

That's a lie, sir.

I met him at the fertilizer depot today.

He was there to buy spinach seeds.

Keep your voice down or he will hear you.

By the way, how did you persuade your father?

Doesn't every God have a weak spot that he is afraid of, Soman?

What exactly do you gain from your death certificate?

I'm done with the air force.

Once they get this certificate, they won't come looking for me.

-Soman, shall we go? -Yeah.

-Alright, goodbye. -See you.

I WILL BE AT THE SUBWAY

ARYA SAMAJ TEMPLE, BOMBAY

Leo!

That's the guy I told you about.

Hold this. Be careful.

-Hello, my friend. -How are you?

Welcome to the city of black gold!

Thank you.

-My wife, Sharada. -Hi!

The people of my village envied me.

But I don't blame them for it.

It's because I held the title of

Progress Assistant in an oil company in Persia.

And I earned a five-digit salary.

But the price that I had set for myself was much greater than that.

Here, take him. I'll be right back.

-Hi, Leo. -Hey.

What's new?

-Remember the prince I told you about? -Yeah.

That's the guy.

-How is she? -Very nice.

This is Walid.

The man who was rich enough to lend money to Mammon.

It took me two-and-a-half years to reach out to him.

Come on! Do it!

-No brakes! -What?

No brakes!

-Try again. -No brakes!

-Turn right. -What are you saying?

The car may overturn.

There is only one way now.

You should jump at the count of three.

One…

two… three!

Three! Jump!

Jump!

Obedient!

The king wants me to stay out of business.

I know I'm young.

But I'm not so naive when it comes to business.

Everyone is trying their luck.

Why should I stay away?

The thing is that Walid liked me a lot.

Being the prince's sidekick means…

being as powerful as our chief minister.

This is the best translation I can give while I catch my breath.

Thank you.

Here, son.

Boss!

-Assalamu alaikum, sir. -How are you?

-I am fine. Please sit inside. -Thank you.

Welcome!

Will you please manage?

Dad will be right back, son.

Do you know who it is?

Sabu, serve these to the ones sitting outside.

-Sir. -Don't come in until I call you.

Walid entrusted me with a job that day.

The job of a true Satan.

I'm not the Christ…

to turn down that offer.

Yes, boss.

Sabu?

Sir?

Give me a number.

Number?

Eight

Noushad, I need two tickets to Kerala next month.

-Date of travel, sir? -On the fourth.

-Alright. -It's for Sabu and me.

Okay, sir.

-What about your return? -Return…

-Only Sabu needs a return ticket. -Okay, sir.

I'll inform the date later.

-First class, okay? -Sure, sir.

Alright.

What's this?

Haven't you read it?

That's why I want to know.

Don't raise your voice.

I took a life insurance. Any problem?

Why do you need life insurance now?

All of us have to die someday, right?

Don't think too much about it.

I have a life insurance policy in Persia.

Why don't we claim it?

Why not?

I want a body double.

A corpse of the same height and build.

So if Gopikrishnan could become Sudhakara Kurup…

then in no time…

Sudhakara Kurup will be reborn as somebody else.

Are you doing it in here?

We will burn the face now.

The body can be burned somewhere else.

Your return ticket is booked for the 4th of next month.

-Let me see if I can advance it. -Okay, sir.

Sir?

Don't leave Chavakkad until the matter clears up.

Okay, sir.

Sir, here is the blade.

Kurup is in there, sir.

-Where? -Room number 122.

Brother?

-Hey, break it down. -Sir.

Move.

Sir, he is not here.

-Check downstairs. Quick! -Yes, sir.

-Kurup has an acquaintance in Mannar. -Sir.

It could be a relative or a friend.

-Find out who it is. -Yes, sir.

-Make it quick! Right now. -Sure, sir!

POLICE

Let's go.

You must have to spend a lot of money to call the police.

Keep this with you.

-Hello -Hello, is this Krishnadas sir's office?

-Yes. -Is sir there?

Who is calling?

This is from Ayyanthole Postal Department. Is sir there?

No.

-When can I talk to him? -I don't know.

It's an urgent matter.

Can you tell me when he will be back?

I told you I don't know. Sir is in Bhopal now.

Really? What's he doing there, sir?

He went to nab Sudhakara Kurup.

Okay, sir.

-Hello? -What?

What should I tell sir when he is back?

Tell him Kurup called from Bhopal.

Who?

Sudhakara Kurup.

To hell with Sudhakara Kurup! Hang down, you idiot!

Bhopal!

-Mister? -Yeah.

Gopikrishnan's news has reached Bhopal as well.

You should ask him to leave.

Gopi!

Gopi!

Gopi!

Gopi!

-He is not in here. -He has already left with his things.

We used to have so many in our yard. Nobody wanted it then.

-They bring it here and-- -Greetings.

Aunt Mani.

Why did you come here?

The police are looking for you.

Do you want to drag us into it?

You were always reckless and brash.

Now look where you ended up.

Do you have the guts to kill someone, Gopi?

Do you think I will do such a thing, Aunt Mani?

Come here.

It's not your fault.

You have to stop reading the newspaper to know the truth.

It's true that I told them to get a corpse from the mortuary.

But I didn't tell them to kill anybody.

Neither did I kill anyone.

But now…

Everybody thinks that I'm the mastermind behind it.

What about Sharada?

She is back home.

Why don't you call Vijayan in Bhopal?

-Do you have his number? -No, thanks.

-That's where I'm coming from. -What happened?

I left before they kicked me out.

What will you do now?

I won't bother you, Aunt Mani.

I haven't eaten anything for days.

Can I stay at your place for one day?

Just one day!

Come.

Have some more rice.

It's that time of the night When the fiery wind blows

It's that time When no one lingers on unseen shores

It's that time when truth disappears

Mani's house is in Bombay.

To distant lands unknown

Bye, Aunt.

These times never end

But besiege like darkness

The tunes change, they say

Can one fall by oneself?

Bearing the misery

Yet seeking to fly

Of the story that somebody wrote

You are the hunter and the curse

You are the squalor at its heart

Wandering without a purpose

Seeking a nest all alone

You are the hunter and the curse

You are the squalor at its heart

Wandering without a purpose

Seeking a nest all alone

Kurup called me yesterday.

He is in Bombay now.

He wants me to help him meet Sharadamma.

What is it, sir?

Is Kurup foolish enough to trust you, Roychan?

Where will Kurup meet Sharadamma? In jail?

It's that time of the night When the fiery wind blows

It's that time When no one lingers on unseen shores

It's that time when truth disappears

To distant lands unknown

These times never end

Hey 210, is that Kurup?

No, it's the dwarf who helps his mother.

Disguises fall off along the way

Waves rise and fall

To break free of it all

Of the story that somebody wrote

You are the hunter and the curse

You are the squalor at its heart

Wandering without a purpose

Seeking a nest all alone

You are the hunter and the curse

You are the squalor at its heart

Wandering without a purpose

Seeking a nest all alone

I'll inform you as soon as Leo calls me.

What are you staring at? Get out!

Leo chose a country for me to get away.

And he gave the tickets to Issac.

But before I could reach there, the police arrived on my trail.

Hey, leave me.

Brother, one tea.

-What happened, brother? -Hey, Ramu.

No problem at all. I'll be back in no time.

Okay, brother.

They went there. They will be back.

I don't know where I should go from here.

But that doesn't matter.

It's because Krishnadas knows where to find me.

So from now, the police won't chase Kurup.

Instead…

Kurup will chase the police.

Let's go.

Brother, follow that vehicle.

Beneath the blue sea

Traversing the deep shore

Time passed

Leagues surpassed

He is a submarine

A submarine

In the deep sea where the waves sway

This journey seems unending

The shore looks a long way away

Seeking the edge, he is a submarine

-Explain it to them. -Sir.

Attention, everyone. This is Kurup.

Look at the sketch carefully.

You can leave now.

POLICE

Come on!

Check over there. I will check here.

Over there.

Time passed

Leagues surpassed

He is a submarine

-He is right there! -Go!

-Come on! -Catch him!

-Go and check there. -Okay, sir.

-Oh, no! -Stop right there!

Catch him!

Sir.

The driver is missing.

When that car went up in flames

everybody thought it was a fool's plan to swipe eight lakh rupees.

But…

was that the truth?

I didn't ask for coffee.

What's my new name?

Alexander.

The fourth son of the sultan's third wife had realized that

his status was no better than that of a corpse.

So, he set out to become as strong as the sultan himself.

There was a young prince named Walid.

The black gold aka crude oil!

That was Walid's investment.

My job was to smuggle it without the sultan's knowledge.

That means my life itself… was my investment.

The job of a true Satan!

Walid kept receiving double the market price.

But what about me?

I got the mere bones that he threw at me.

Thank you.

But boss, my next deal… is very big.

Three million US dollar.

But… risk is…

also very big.

When was the last time you saw one of the royals in jail?

-So, the risk is only yours. -He was right.

Not a single person of the royal bloodline had ever gone to jail.

Risk!

It was entirely mine.

So, I decided to take a risk for the last time.

I swiped three million US dollars from the sultan.

However…

I didn't take the money to Walid this time.

-Sabu? -Sir.

We shouldn't insist on getting only frozen bodies from the morgue.

If they look hard… they can find it otherwise.

That can be done, sir.

But we need the right men for the job.

That's our guy.

If you tell him to slap, he will pat you.

If you tell him to pat, he will slap you.

That's his nature.

So, how do we persuade him to kill someone?

I think I know that.

We can't go to Vandanam. Let's go to your place.

Hurry up!

Walid should get the proof of my death.

The insurance of eight lakh rupees was just a precursor.

-Give me a number. -Number?

Eight.

The three million US dollars that Walid longed for will now be mine.

Kurup!

He can depart peacefully.

The future belongs to Alexander.

The game will begin as soon as this ship touches down on the land.

I had to sacrifice someone for it.

But he isn't dearer to me than I'm to myself.

It's Charlie!

Alexander!

Sudhakara Kurup should remain a fugitive.

The punishment that he is worthy of…

isn't yet written down in our legal system.

He deserves a sentence…

that is greater than all the judgments.

-Hello, captain speaking. -Can I speak to Walid?

It's very sad that you haven't had him yet.

I guess we are looking for the same person.

I will now make sure he suffers every inch to death.

-Yeah. -Walid.

The rat you are looking for is on your ship.

-He will need help. -Okay, thank you.

I'll take good care of him.

Alexander!

Sudhakara Kurup will remain a fugitive.

If some day…

Charlie's son wants to avenge his father's death

tell him that

a police officer did that a long time ago.

Sir, you forgot this.

DOPPELGANGER IN HARIDWAR WHERE IS KURUP?

Chasing Kurup…

Gabriel, we have spotted Alexander.

He is coming out on the streets with two bodyguards.

Do you see him?

Can you see him, Gabriel? Over.

I got him, over.

Take as many pictures as possible.

Take close-ups as well. Over!

Yeah.

Gabriel, can you hear me?

Gabriel, can you please respond?