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Where are you going?

To my room.

You should vacate

your room immediately.

Didn't you know? The police

have arrested your roommates.

Why?

You friends were not

studying engineering here.

They were making bombs!

Sir... Bomb?

I don't know, sir.

But I know you well.

I didn't count you among them.

Since your friends

are involved in this,

the police will be

looking for you too.

Sir, I don't know who they are.

I'm only staying with them.

That's all I know.

Don't waste time anymore.

Leave immediately!

Go!

Sir...

The most powerful weapon in democratic

country is election. Here

Kerala is getting ready

for the next elections.

The LDS party that has been in

rule for two consecutive terms,

and the CDF party that lost

its rule for the past ten years,

are awaiting the

public opinion in

front of ballot

boxes, all over again.

Just like the lustre

of their ten year rule,

LDS has its share of

wounds and bruises, as well.

But they are being led by

the formidable Achyuthan Nair.

As for CDF, that's

in a discord with

its constituent

parties and allies...

They do not have a

leader who has the

intellect to make

them stand united.

They have chiefs.

They have able people too.

But they don't have

a face to project

as the next Chief Minister, yet.

Finally, they ceded the

right to choose that face,

to the High-Command

of the party

they are in Delhi

Delhi which has lot of historical memories.

Here, in this Delhi...

at Gandhi Bhavan, which has

the colour and smell of Khadi...

He has come here

wearing ill-fitting underwear,

to find out who's that

number one candidate.

This is for Ananthakrishnan sir.

Madam, can I meet Rajeev Ji?

You cannot meet him today.

Rajeev Ji is meditating.

Say something else

for a change, dear.

Like diarrhea or labour

pain or something..

I've been hearing

about his meditation

ever since the

time I came to Delhi.

Did you say something?

Never mind, sister. Thank you.

Sir has arrived.

I'll put him on.

Sir...

It's Devadas, from Delhi.

Joseph sir, there

seems to be a problem.

What is it?

It's me, right?

I was given a sealed cover

with someone's name in it,

asking me to hand it over

to Ananthakrishnan sir.

What's with these new customs?

They can do this easily

over a phone call, right?

Why do they need a letter now?

Phones are being

tapped, right? Wait!

In this case, no one

can leak the information.

I've heard that the Al-Qaeda

operates this way now.

Everything is shared

through letters.

Will I tell anyone that

I've been sent with a cover,

that has the next Chief

Minister's name in it?

Let's go.

Keep your volume down.

That driver is with you, right?

No! No! He's a Sardar.

He won't hear it anyway.

He's listening to music

on his earphones.

Did you meet Rajeev Ji?

Rajeev Ji?

No way!

A lady secretary

brought this letter to me.

Along with tea

and toasted bread.

We've waited for so long anyway.

Now let's wait

until it's revealed.

Just hold that cover

against the sun!

Check if you can see something!

I did that already!

My hunch is that...

if you are the CM

candidate of CDF,

why do they need this secrecy?

We'll see.

Call me as soon as

you get any information.

Okay.

[reporters speaking

to the camera]

He has ruled twice.

Now, if he's plotting

to make his son-in-law

the Chief Minister

for the third term...

If he's plotting?

Wait and watch, Bhadran.

Achuthan Nair's fort isn't as

strong and sturdy

as it used to be.

If we try really hard...

You can't do squat, Sharath!

Even if he crosses 70 or 80,

CM Achuthan Nair will

be as strong as a bull.

Even today,

he himself is the party!

Whatever said and done,

he himself is the politburo!

He himself is the

legislative assembly.

Kerala Government is equal to...

Achuthan Nair.

Comrade, here's

what you asked for.

Here you go.

Good job!

Will the media say that I

smuggled gold through books now?

This book was banned in India.

Rushdie's Satanic Verses.

How did you get hold of it?

When Comrade Sajan from Pattiyam

who works in

Chicago came back...

Reporter!

That's a great hook!

The Chief Minister's

alliance with the CIA.

Who is this Pattiyam Sajan?

Inform your Kottayam office.

Your sub-editors

are the best when

it comes to writing headlines!

Namaste.

All well?

Comrade!

Don't bend so much, Nair.

Though it's your

spine that is bending,

it's people like this Kumarettan

who would feel the pain.

Stand up straight, Nair!

You are a Communist!

Kattayikkonam Devadas.

Who's Kattayikkonam?

The Omicron variant

of Kerala Politics.

Can't see anything!

Damn it! Whose name would it be?

Darling!

You wait inside.

Okay.

The actress who

gets into activist

mode at the drop of a hat,

needn't been seen like

this at the MP's quarters.

-Go! -Hey!

-Hey! -What?

You've put on... meat!

Really?

You've put me on a protein diet,

bugger!

Jithin, is the MP here?

Yes. Just a minute.

Okay.

So...

I'll call you.

By the way, sir...

I forgot to tell you.

You know that

actress Anjana Kurup?

She is in Delhi now.

I had seen her yesterday

at the mall nearby.

She must have come here

for some special work, right?

Okay, Devadas.

If you bump into her again,

convey my regards to her.

Got it?

Now you get going!

Okay.

Who will be CDF's

Chief Minister candidate?

Tell me, Thidambilan.

I can only think straight, CM.

As he is the opposition leader,

my hunch is that it would

be Joseph Vadakkan indeed.

No way! Vadakkan lost that

ability somewhere down the line.

When I saw his initial vigour,

I had high expectations.

But he fizzled out as a

damp squib soon enough.

What about you, Harris?

I think there are

three possibilities.

One is Madayi Madhavan.

Kannur politics has

never given birth to

parasitic ivies as Chief

Ministers, Comrade.

The second one is

Stephen Payippadan.

He is educated. A great orator.

And young blood too!

The third one is

Pavithran Muppathara.

His dismal failure

in the last election...

If he's able to

find the scope to

convert it into a sympathy wave,

he might be chosen.

In the meanwhile,

the old shark Eappan

Devassy is also trying his luck.

One last time, before

he bites the dust.

There's no point.

He's terribly ill.

He has no memory either.

Having no memory is an advantage

for the Chief Minister's chair.

Don't forget that.

Well, you didn't say

anything, MV Babu sir.

Since the conventional

electoral process...

has never paid

heed to the wishes of

the proletariat

or the pedestrian,

or dialectical materialism,

it will be difficult to arrive

at a logical conclusion.

What the hell?

He's completely clueless

about this whole scenario.

That's why he's blurting

out these fancy words.

Teacher...

Don't you have an opinion?

Why should I say

something and irk anyone?

My face is missing

from the posters already.

Whoever it is, why do we care?

We'll come back

for the third term!

You don't have to be

insecure about that.

Did anyone ask for your

opinion, Karakulam Saji?

Comrades!

I think that...

...it won't be any of the

usual suspects this time.

The baboons of Delhi...

...have suddenly

gained a confidence

of having nothing to lose.

So, this time...

they might unleash a dark horse.

The man in black!

All of you step outside, please.

Come on!

Please allow Sahib to

rest for at least ten minutes.

He'd also have feelings

like hunger and thirst, right?

These people are not listening!

Please wait outside.

Ikka..

Let Sahib take

rest for some time.

If any of you haven't eaten,

you can have food over there.

Ikkakka!

Shall I serve breakfast?

Can you give me some

peace of mind, my dear wife?

Such a volatile

political atmosphere

has never happened earlier.

Let me think in peace.

Sorry, Ikkakka.

It's alright, dear.

You were unaware, right?

Go have your food.

Hello?

Don't worry.

We'll figure this out.

I will come there.

-Namaste. -Namaste.

How are you, son?

Doctor, is everything alright?

Everything is alright, sir.

Hello? Yes.

I'll put him on.

Have you visited

all the villages?

Almost.

Two more villages are remaining.

Sir, call from Delhi.

-Hello? -Sir...

Pavithran sir is on the line.

Pavithran...

Ananthakrishnan sir...

Any news?

It's not you.

Who is it then?

Pavithran, you know right?

Madam had promised me.

This is the kiddo's game!

And he washed his hands

of it and put it into my court,

asking me to announce

the Chief Minister candidate,

making it seem like my decision.

What are you saying, sir?

I'm here in this jungle, with

leeches sucking my blood,

to build this damn party!

And now, they're

screwing me over?

When the kiddo

said that he wanted

young blood as the CM candidate,

I had precisely marked your

name and given it to them,

during the dinner at Jorbagh.

A million dollar game has

happened, in the meanwhile.

If not me, then who?

Stephen Payippadan?

It's not him either.

Then?

David John Medayil.

Why David?

Right?

Yeah.

There should be

some reason behind the

choice for the CM

candidature, right?

Especially when it is against a

political bigwig

like Achuthan Nair,

who ruled as the CM for

two consecutive terms?

So, quite a lot of cash from the

Medayil coffers has

ended up in Delhi.

This was my

initial reaction too.

But later, reason

began to set in.

If the High-Command

has chosen him,

what would be the reasons?

His wounds have been washed

by the wild salt of our past.

John Medayil died in his arms.

David's father, John Medayil sir

was a venerable

Communist leader.

He died in a road accident.

In Kerala's political history,

there are two versions. One

states that it was an accident,

and the other states

that it was a murder.

Won't the 25-year old,

who was with John in that car,

know whether it was an accident,

or was it made

out to be like that?

From John's closing eyes,

wouldn't he have found the

people behind it, Thidambilan?

Well...

What do we...

You?

After his father's death,

David changed sides,

To the right-wing!

A leftist turning into a

right-wing guy and it worked!

In the four elections

that followed,

he won with a thumping majority!

He is a cunning businessman too.

He multipled his father's

assets, a hundredfold.

When he was the MP,

he was able to create

a clout in Delhi politics

that no other Malayali

has managed to achieve,

since he was filthy rich.

David was Mr. Moneybags...

and money matters in Delhi.

John Medayil sir had married a

Hindu woman from a lower caste.

Lachiyamma.

So, David was born half-Hindu,

half-Christian.

And then, David married...

Vrinda, the only daughter

of Kurichi Gopalan sir,

the most respected leader

of the Ezhava community.

In the same accident that

took David's father's life,

David's wife Vrinda

lost both her legs.

She has been on a wheelchair

for the past 20 years.

David raised their two

children, like a single parent.

Despite being unable to give any

physical pleasure

to him as a wife,

David treated her

like a queen, and

that story endeared

him to the masses.

Especially, those

members in her community.

Among them, he became an icon!

And the Ezhavas consider

him as their foster son.

And he's splurging money

for the community as well.

Is caste the only

deciding factor

for Kerala's electoral balance?

Isn't that Kerala's biggest

contradiction, Kurup?

India's greatest

secular state...

still goes to vote...

wearing the

undergarments of caste!

James, all well?

Yes, Sahib.

You should help me.

Just tell me what

you want, Sahib.

There's that old

story you had written

about David John Medayil's

liaison with a woman, right?

Which one?

The one with that NRI's wife!

I need all the

details regarding that.

My dear Sahib,

due to the kind of

pounding I got back then,

even my wife left me.

No erections! No ejaculations!

I don't have a family anymore.

So, please don't ask me

to mess with him, Sahib.

I'll do anything else..

Hang up, you swine!

Sahib, I...

I've heard that this David

is a compulsive womanizer.

Who isn't?

Everyone needs that.

Some get lucky with it,

and some don't.

And he was

extremely lucky with it.

I came to know

about a completely

different reason

apart from all this,

from an inside informant.

Have you heard of

the Kisan Maha Sabha?

Isn't that a farmer's

organization?

It's not an ordinary

organization.

In U.P., Bihar, Madhya

Pradesh and Haryana,

they are the people who

control the largest vote bank.

Don't you remember

the farmer's protests

that brought Delhi

to a standstill?

2020?

Yes.

The most important one

among David's businesses,

is grains export.

He's the biggest buyer of

farm products from that region.

At the Kisan Maha Sabha,

David's words have the

colour of golden wheat.

When India will be facing

the elections next year,

Kisan Maha Sabha will

leave the "Hindu" India,

and stand with Gandhism.

That's the deal that David

has brokered with Rajiv Ji.

What the f...

Yes, it's a pretty good...

Now, let's come to David's

shortcomings as a CM candidate.

His glaring limitations.

To begin with,

his way with women,

as we spoke earlier.

CDF lost its rule for ten years,

just because a woman made an

untimely visit to

the CM's residence.

So, David will have

to keep his libido...

under the quilt.

The refinement and tact

that a politician needs...

Well, he's just

loaded with cash.

He doesn't have class.

He's a goon.

A corporate goon.

Is your party's

High-Command bringing

this rogue to bring

down Achuthan Nair?

That will put your party in a

constant state of constipation.

Why are you getting

so stressed, Sahib?

If that is Rajiv Ji's decision,

let's just stand

united and support it.

You and your Rajiv Ji.

Hey! I have only

one High-Command!

That's my intelligence!

That says that CDF will

be finished here, if it's him.

He's the most comfortable in the

company of local

goons and lowlives.

A Chief Minister who gets

into brawls on the streets...

And his age!

That can work against him.

Should be 45-46, right?

47.... But that can

work in his favour.

Young blood and money!

That's our party's

new billboard.

What do you think about him?

Do you like David?

Do I like him?

That's a tricky question.

He is not a...

...perfect hero material.

He's not a complete

villain either.

One who doesn't fall

into either of those nets,

and keeps slipping away,

like a snake head fish.

He waited for so long,

and prepared himself,

for this opportunity.

It won't be easy.

Nothing is going to be easy.

I can't. Period!

This is called a

big fat betrayal.

I don't have the temparement

to bear this as well.

And since all of you

kept egging me on,

I kept a photo of St. Joseph

in the CM's residence.

Don't ask me to take it back.

Even if the High-Command

asks me, I won't take it back!

You just have to

threaten him once.

He will abandon ship.

Who does he think he is?

Walking around

like a loser, wearing

that shady black

shirt and sunglasses!

Shall we send our

youth-wing to threaten him?

What did you say your

full name was, Devadas?

Why do you ask so?

Just tell me.

Devadas Kattayikkonam.

Do you want me to kick your ass?

You want to threaten David?

Bloody shameless prick!

Shall we start a

smear campaign saying

that the party is

not all about money?

A correction group against

the High-Command's decision.

Haven't you had enough of

splitting our party into groups?

I counted last night.

Including yours, there

are 17 groups in our party.

Seventeen!

We can nab David.

I can understand him easily.

Because, people

call me arrogant.

Him too!

There's a difference,

Payippadan.

Your arrogance is fake,

and his is original.

It won't keep

changing, depending

on people and situations.

So you're with the man

in black, Madayi sir?

Yes!

I want him to come!

If he's here, this party

won't be short of funds!

I'm fed up!

Fed up of begging in

front of random guys!

You didn't say anything,

Ananthakrishnan sir.

Let him come.

David will be

able to consolidate

the party really well.

And that's not just

with his money.

In the last ten years,

the influence he has

created among the cadres,

the inspiration he

has given them...

We can't undermine all that.

We don't know who

has given what to whom!

But I understood what

the liaisons are like, now.

Only scoundrels like you

can pass such lewd remarks.

Call your lover

that, you bloody!

Sit down, sister.

What did you think?

My dear Pavithran,

don't create a scene.

No wonder our party

became like this!

Sitting here like lame ducks.

If she goes and shaves her

head in front of the media,

the blame will fall upon me!

Please don't shave your head.

Everyone who has assembled here,

wants to speak in

private with you, Davi.

All those who smile

in your presence

and try to get close to you,

are not friends.

And all those who

keep a distance,

are not foes either.

You should have this in mind,

every single day, hereafter.

You had wished for the CM's seat

this time, right Madayi sir?

No way!

I took your name to

Ananthakrishnan sir,

holding it with my

middle finger, like this.

You know what all

games I had to play,

to take you to the top?

I'm grateful, Devadas.

But...

once all the games are over,

apply some soap and wash

that middle finger of yours.

You should decline

the post this time.

If you do,

it's just that won't have

the title of the Chief Minister.

All my powers,

will be yours as well, like an

unwritten power of attorney.

Won't you decline

it, this one time?

I will.

But, before that...

About the 2000 acre

farm you bought in

your brother-in-law's

name at Rajahmundry,

paying an astronomical price,

and the Walmart warehouse

that's coming up there,

and about Pulses and

Grains International...

You must allow

me to open my heart

to the media

here, about all that.

I'm with you!

You've always stood

for development!

I was well aware

from the beginning that

none of them can

do a damn thing here!

Your growth within the party,

ever since Kunjali Sahib left...

I've always looked

on to it, in wonder.

You should be with me,

like an elder brother.

I've already

assumed that position.

I'm happy that it's you, David.

After all,

it's a Christian who'll be

taking the Chief

Minister's seat.

Stephen...

caste is just in my name,

not in my mind.

My mother's religion

taught me about...

...freedom!

Freedom to fly high, without

fearing any ancient book.

So,

forget this caste-game.

If you can stand

with me nevertheless,

you're welcome.

Our good old chariot has already

been shattered into 50 pieces.

Instead of trying to repair it

using cheap glue or adhesives,

why don't we bring out a whole

new chassy on to the road?

Including the masons

and carpenters

capable enough to build it,

I have 49 sitting

legislators on my side.

If that's not enough,

there are welders

and painters waiting to

come with me, with

the snap of a finger.

Instead of sabotaging

that vehicle as well,

why can't you ride high,

chilling on its

florentine leather seat?

You're much more

knowledgeable than me, sir.

Please explain it,

to this entire team.

Please!

Well done, Man in Black!

Thanks.

I was not just a message-bearer.

I know.

Rajeev Ji told me...

... that you were

the most articulate

among the people

who spoke for me.

And in return?

In return,

you need the Lavalin files.

If you can!

They will reach you...

...before the starlet who's

in your house flies back here.

How do you know all this?

Delhi is mine too, sir.

David!

I need to meet you.

I was your father's enemy,

in politics.

In politics alone!

I know, Uncle Rahman.

When Dad used to go to Uncle

Veeran's house in Wayanad,

he used to take me along.

He would tempt me

saying that the lunch

would be from

Musaliyarakam house.

When we reach there,

you'd pick me up,

and embrace me.

I was really fond of...

...the fragrance

of your perfume.

While leaving, you'd place a

bottle of perfume in my hand.

And I used to show off

that bottle in my school.

I still remember its name.

Al-Rooh.

Al-Rooh.

Those were the days, son!

Back then, we never

even bothered to notice...

...whether our friends were

Muslim, Hindu or Christian!

A time when Majeed, Joseph and

Krishnan going

to school together,

was not a matter of wonder.

Your father, Veeran and I...

We had a clarity...

...about life.

A vision that could not

be clouded by religion.

Not just mere clouding,

but children these days are

headed towards

absolute blindness.

The same fragrance.

Al-Rooh.

I remembered my

Dad suddenly, Uncle.

I'll handle it.

I'm with you.

"You've never

raised more slogans

than I ever did, Sethulakshmi"

So?

"Since I'm born

to a good father"

"Your Dad is not my Dad"

"Narcotic business

is a dirty business"

"To understand all this,

you need to have sense,

sensitivity,

and sensibility!"

You should learn a few of these

movie dialogues, by heart, sir.

And use it at the right

situation, and garner applause!

What's that light you see there?

Isn't that Raghavettan's shop?

Isn't it?

Yes.

Go and buy some hot Dosas

and Sambar Vadas from there.

-I don't want it. -I want it.

-Do you? -Go!

The Dosa is really

bad. Your choice!

What's your intention?

What intention?

I just asked whether my

new anklet looks good.

That's all.

To ask me if the

anklet looks good,

do you have to

show your whole leg?

Hello, Mister!

It's true that I messaged you

on Insta and took your number.

But, because of

that, don't think that

I'm a fan of yours

who's smitten by you.

You don't have

too many qualities

that can make me

a fan of yours, sir.

Ouch!

That hurt!

Don't be so blunt!

Only if I hurt your ego,

will you get stirred up...

to meet me.

I'm already stirred up!

Tell me! Your place or mine?

Is your place okay?

Your wife is there, right?

Consider that there are spaces

where my wife is not there.

-You will be safe. -Oops.

I'm just all talk!

I'm really scared.

Moreover,

me coming to

the town... alone...

Well, I don't go

anywhere without him.

Then send him

away to some place.

I'll travel all the

way up those hills.

Really?

Aren't you scared?

A celebrity like you...

I don't believe that you'd come.

I will come, jumping over walls,

and drilling through mountains.

Awesome dialogue.

This is the kind I

was talking about!

And if you keep inserting random

catch-phrases along

with such dialogues,

-it will be awesome. -Hello?

I'll call you back.

Please don't make noise.

Please don't make

noise. Please move aside.

Satheeshetta, I've reached home.

I'll call you.

Okay. Fine.

[indistinct chatter]

Hi sir.

Please don't create a ruckus.

I have nothing to say now.

I know nothing more than

what you already know.

Okay! Have food

before you leave.

Hey! Where are you rushing?

Did you have food?

No.

Then come. Let's eat together.

We'll meet after lunch.

Mom, the legs of Dad's

armchair are kinda shaky.

Call Denson and get it fixed.

It's still quite firm.

What about your chair?

Is it fixed?

It's kept out in the sun,

after being varnished,

for the glue to dry.

It will be fixed after that.

-Oh! -Oh!

Hey! Should I

give a special invite

to you to come and have lunch?

Get up and come, Lachiyamma!

I will.

So, ultimately,

the 25 seats under Gafoor...

...will be a dizzy factor.

Hello?

This is Achuthan, Davi.

I know that you

won't talk to me.

Yet, when I heard the news...

Are you doing good, Comrade?

Not so good, to be frank.

Forget that.

Davi...

You should be careful with

every move of yours, hereafter.

Be very alert.

If it's an advice,

I'm not interested.

And if it's a blessing,

I don't need it.

Your father's voice

wasn't so tough.

But you have the same defiance.

If someone talks

by looking in the eye,

or says the truth,

it has always been

defiance in the party's eyes.

Audacity!

My father made

another mistake as well.

Without the party's brokerage,

and without the

succours of contracts,

he worked hard and earned money!

Money that could even

swallow up the party.

It wouldn't have been wise

to spare him then, right?

Before trembling

to death in my arms,

he told me only one thing.

Never trust...

...anyone who's

standing with you today!

Davi, do you still doubt that...

...I was involved...

There are very few

doubts now, Comrade.

There's a whole sense

of clarity about everything.

And that's my fear, as well.

Son...

I...

Shall I hang up?

There's an affection in the

way you addressed me now.

I don't need that.

Sit down! Sit down, dear!

My darling!

I just look tall and well-built,

but I'm a child at heart.

Without your consent,

I won't touch even

your little finger.

So many pretty girls who

have come to me like this,

are now in Dubai,

Oman and Turkey,

living a luxurious life.

Those who were hostile,

are working as seamstresses

or housemaids now.

You are educated, right?

For you,

Beirut will be perfect.

Just get up, dear.

Let me just do some

hugging with you.

Oh no!

Sheesh!

It's not that!

Hugging!

Just embracing each other!

Like what friends do!

Come here. Don't you

want to go to Beirut?

Let go of me!

Hey!

Who's that?

Shukkoor!

The prodigal son

of Medayil family.

David's only brother.

Antony Medayil.

Aren't you eating anything

these days, lil' bro?

Only drinking all the time?

Look at how you've turned out!

You're doing all

that together, right?

And he's advising me!

Shankar!

I haven't appointed you

as CDF's PR manager,

to teach me the

history of Medayil family.

Stop blabbering and

come to the point.

What are you suggesting?

What is he going to do?

He cannot do

anything on his own.

But if we take him on our

side, we can do something.

We can make David

stink, inside out!

He has many drainage pipes

that are perfect for that job.

However much he tries

to whitewash himself,

David will stink,

for his entire life.

He must!

Then why don't you set

fire to that stink bomb?

Look at this!

These screenshots!

They're doing rounds

in our family groups.

David's flirtations with

chicks, half his age.

It's such a disgrace,

sister-in-law.

You should ask him

to be more discreet.

These girls are all actively

involved in these chats, right?

What's the problem then?

It's mutual.

Are you serious?

Have you begun

thinking on that level now?

There's only one level

when it comes to this, boy.

The emotional sincerity

that David shows

towards his wife who has been

bedridden for the

past 20 years...

As long as that's there,

I don't care about his

flirtations and

one-night stands.

Do you know how

it is to live with a

woman who can't do

anything on her own?

In all these years,

not once has he shown any kind

of disappointment about that.

He has never made me feel that.

So, you better get going.

Otherwise, you won't get

lunch from your wife's house.

You are just a fool!

You are just a PR image for him!

The magnanimous

person who protects

his disabled wife like a queen.

He's converting that into votes!

If he's converting

it, that's his skill.

You don't have to explain

to me what I'm to David.

Even if you keep doing rounds

of this house with such jokes,

David won't write the

Pooppara estate in your name.

Instead, he'll write it

in your children's name.

He knows that you won't

leave anything behind for them.

Okay. I'll call them.

You go there directly.

Hey! Come here!

What is it, Mom?

Whenever we spoke about you,

your dad always

used to say that,

we brought the wrong

child home from the hospital.

Now I have also

started feeling so, lil' one.

If not, you should

have at least some

qualities of your

parents, right?

This is Wahid.

Wahid Bhai...

Which number is this?

You understand what

I'm saying, right?

He should not become the

Chief Minister, come what may.

My dear Wahid Bhai,

even if all the Gods and

angels come to his aid,

he won't become the CM.

I will trap him.

I will trap him

like an alligator.

Shall I trust you, Gafoor?

Bhai...

That Achuthan Nair was just

a hindrance to our business.

If this guy comes, we won't

even get a decent tombstone.

Do you think I'll

allow that to happen?

You shouldn't!

If that happens,

I'll put an end to the nefarious

activities that your

party workers do...

at Canary Wharf

and Colindale, after

coming here in the

name of party fund.

You know that I'm not saying

this just to

threaten you, right?

Hello!

-Hey! -Yes!

Are you busy?

I'm completely jobless!

Tell me.

I was....

-You were? -I...

I wanted to...

What happened?

Do you need money or something?

Sheesh! It's not that!

Then why do you

have a starting trouble?

-Tell me! -Hey!

My husband is going

to Delhi, this evening.

He'll come back only by

the midnight flight tomorrow.

So...

We have this night!

Yes.

I'll snatch you from there,

spend the night here together,

and drop you back

there by noon tomorrow.

Me coming there?

Oh dear!

Forget it!

I never said anything,

and you haven't heard anything!

Wait, wait!

I will come.

I'll come there.

Or... just let it be.

Such hasty

decisions are always...

Don't you see the newspapers?

-It's risky! -Yes!

There's a risk, indeed.

But we'll take it.

The clout to protect you

from any kind of danger...

I have that in Kerala,

for the time being.

I know that.

That confidence

is what made me...

Then leave the rest to me.

I will come.

Okay.

Just a minute.

Excuse me, sir.

It's an exclusive news.

He wants to speak

directly to you.

Shall I believe

that I'm speaking

to the MD of Reporter channel?

Yes, speaking.

Nothing special, sir. I

called to give you a gift.

Be ready to telecast

a breaking news

that will shock Kerala,

tomorrow morning.

Keep your finest

reporters ready.

This news will be an exclusive

for your channel alone.

Exclusive!

-Sudhi.. -Yes, sir.

Trace the number

that made this call.

-Immediately. -Sure, sir!

Cut it!

Ravi, the final

frame will be here.

Yes, sir.

-100 frames! -Okay!

-Call the artist. -Okay sir.

Bro, have you reached?

Yes, my dear.

Come out.

-Just a minute. -Okay.

Catch!

Bro, all that you said is okay.

But do you have to

take such a huge risk?

There are two

types of risks, bro.

One, that will not

benefit us in any way.

And the other one,

is the kind of risk that will

energize us from top to bottom.

This is the second one.

I'm sure!

Bro!

This crappy car of yours

has proved to be lucky for me.

My uncle at Plahel

used to say that

you should not use your own car,

while going for

a secret liaison.

That's correct, dude!

So,

I'll call you.

Carry on with your shoot.

-Okay? -Okay.

Bye.

Shall we go?

When you took my

old clothes saying that

you wanted to donate

it to an orphanage,

I didn't expect such a calamity.

Well, I'm also an orphan.

The size is correct,

right? Doesn't it look good?

Don't ever step out

wearing this, again.

No, sir.

Paul, take this car and head

straight to Pooppara estate.

I'll be there in the morning.

Switch off your phone.

Don't switch it on,

under any circumstance.

If there's anything,

I'll call on the land

phone over there.

My phone has

range over there now.

Didn't you understand

what I said?

You should not switch on

your phone, come what may!

That's what I was telling you!

Whoever calls me there,

on the land phone,

tell them that your

boss is sleeping

and he'll call them back. What?

I'll say, "Boss is sleeping.

He will call you back."

That's it!

Oops. It's boss.

Hello?

Didn't I ask you to

switch this phone off?

You dimwit!

I had switched it off!

Come again?

Oops. It didn't

get switched off?

Sir, I forgot to do it. I'll

switch it off right away.

-Hi. -Hey!

I'm on my way.

Listen! Shall we

abort this plan?

I'm trembling from head to toe!

What are you scared of?

Your husband confirmed

that he reached Delhi.

You've sent your servants away.

And you don't have any

regular night visitors either.

Then what's wrong?

All that's right.

-Still.. -Hey!

Nature consciously

gifts such nights to us!

Saying, "Grab

it if you want to!"

One life, darling!

I'll spend the night with you,

wake up with an alarm

tomorrow morning,

and leave the hill

before Sunny boy rises.

I'm really scared.

Enjoy the fear!

That fear is going to

make this night memorable.

Okay.

-Let me take a shower. -Ah!

Do something useful like that.

Bye!

Drive safe!

Hey! I've reached.

Please take a look around,

just for the sake of my safety.

"Hey butterfly, in search

of honey, in a darkly night"

"Eyes turn coy as soft

arrows nibble my heart"

"As desire blossoms

in a lost dream"

"Hey lover"

"To know your breath"

"Hey lover"

"To know your passion"

"As intense lightning

invades my insane blossoms"

"Clouds dissolve into rains

over copulating serpents"

"As you disrobe me, I

submerge into your sweat"

"Hey lover"

"To know your breath"

"Hey lover"

"To know your fantasies"

"Hey butterfly, in search

of honey, in a darkly night"

"Eyes turn coy as soft

arrows nibble my heart"

"As desire blossoms

in a lost dream"

"Hey lover"

"To know your breath"

"Hey lover"

"To know your fantasies"

Isn't that David sir's car?

What?

Hey! Come here! Come fast!

David sir's driver

is lying here.

Come on!

I had asked her...

to switch off that alarm.

I told her,

"A hectic day is about to begin!

Let sir have a sound sleep."

She didn't listen!

Your lover!

She wanted to

finish all her work

and go home quickly, it seems.

Since you've woken

up, get up and come, sir.

I have to introduce

you to some people.

I've put him to sleep

after feeding him.

He's unable to adjust

to the weather here.

This damn mist and fog!

What do you want to drink, sir?

You'll get it only in black.

Be it tea or coffee.

What are you searching for?

My 'Mundu'.

I had seen it somewhere here.

Here it is.

Here you go! Oh!

Why do you need

this 'Mundu' now?

It's nothing that we

didn't see yesterday, right?

If things don't happen

as per our plan hereafter,

the whole world

will also see it.

You can go and clean up, sir.

You can find the soap

and toothbrush in the toilet.

Get ready quickly.

Let's have breakfast.

And we need to discuss

certain things then.

I don't know who you are.

I don't know what you want.

All I know is that

I'm locked here.

Once I admit that,

we can discuss a deal, right?

This is a trap I

fell into, myself.

You may quote any

price for my foolishness,

and I'm obliged to pay it.

So, what's the game?

Is it money...

...or politics?

Sheesh!

Politics?

We have better

things to do, sir.

Money!

That's what we want!

How much?

For the five of us,

Rs. 30 Crores, in total.

And, for the babe who trapped

you in a bottle and sealed it,

Rs. 1 Crore!

We can discuss the rest

once our Boss gets here.

We don't know what he wants.

Who is this 'Boss' of yours?

There is such a person!

He will come.

Present it to him yourself, sir.

Let me go and inform him.

-Sir.. -What is he doing?

-I think he's reading. -Is it?

What's happening, Issac?

Any glitches?

I'm extremely sorry, sir.

The mobile visual he

sent, is not so clear.

If we could get that

camera, we could do...

That son of a

b**** is damn lucky!

Don't you know that some of

us hired goons won't be enough

to trap THE David John Medayil?

So, don't make unnecessary

plans in your mind.

Take rest!

Let him come.

Sir, we've traced that number.

But it's confusing.

The tower location

is Vishakhapatnam.

But that phone number

was bought from Philippines.

It's a local calling card.

What's happening?

He hasn't regained

consciousness yet.

Cops have come here.

They are talking to the doctor.

When Paul wakes up,

ask him to call me.

Okay.

Okay, sister.

And, don't tell the cops that

it was me who called you.

Huh? Okay.

I won't, sister.

Aren't you eating anything, sir?

There must be some left-over

alcohol from yesterday.

I'll have a drink.

You'll have to fix it yourself.

It's forbidden for us.

Neither do we drink,

nor do we fix drinks.

Okay.

See, I'm okay with a settlement

that won't hurt either of us.

Now, if I pay you money,

I can only trust your word

that you won't make this public.

It's our word!

It won't change!

If we had to do it,

there are people

outside waiting to buy

these clips, paying

double the price,

and you know that, right?

So, don't worry about that.

31 Crores.

We know that it's

just peanuts for you.

I have the money.

That's not the problem.

But how will I give it?

As you know, we

can't store it under

our beds or in our

attics like earlier.

It's all accounted, right?

Such a huge amount...

How will I transfer it?

And to which all

accounts of yours?

What will you

show as the source?

And in what name do I give this?

Or, do you have

any accounts abroad?

In Dubai or the Middle East?

If it's an NRI

transfer, it's easy.

Call your boss and check.

You don't have

to be so confused.

The person who

planned all this with you,

must have made

arrangements for that.

We don't have any confusion.

Don't be in a hurry to meet

the person who hired us.

My dear brother,

I'm in no hurry!

I just want to end

this and leave.

I have my own worries, right?

I want to inform my family,

but you've switched off my

phone and hidden it somewhere.

He is on the way.

He'll be here in an hour.

So, Narayanan Kutty...

Please brief the

team about the details.

Yes, Ma'am.

So, officers...

David John Medayil

has been kidnapped.

The prima facie information

we've received is that,

an unidentified terrorist

group is behind this crime.

In the message received on the

Commissioner's personal e-mail,

they've demanded a

ransom of Rs. 30 Crores.

Apart from that,

they've demanded that

the accused in Nadapuram

bomb blast case,

Yasar Lathif and

Tughlaq Jamal...

be handed over to them.

That e-mail was sent from

a school kid's stolent laptop.

And that has been done from

a village near Vishakhapatnam.

Alert all stations.

Immediately inform

the anti-terrorist wing.

Yes, Ma'am. We've passed the

information to Nasser Ahmed sir.

But right now, his

phone is out of range.

-Try again! -Yes, Ma'am.

There's information that a

terrorist organization is behind

David John Medayil's abduction.

The first among the

suspected organizations

is a Yemen based outfit called

Marib Abyan Islamic Army.

Don't trust that terrorist

organization story

completely, IG sir.

That e-mail can be

as phony as a puppet.

Let that be.

Our primary concern

is David's safety.

Mr. David will be safe, sir.

Even if we have to deploy our

entire police force for that,

we will bring him

back unscathed.

But that terrorist angle...

I beg to differ, sir.

If these four suspects are the

ones who have kidnapped David,

as per our leads,

they are definitely affiliated

with terrorist organizations,

or may have had

affiliations in the past.

Our state's trials are

absolutely strange now, friends.

Even if a father kicks a mother,

the reason for that is supposed

to be Islamic terrorism.

Islamophobia, that can be used

for anything and everything,

has become an unavoidable facet

in today's political climate.

Start!

I can describe

our Chief Minister,

only as a fake secularist.

I'm talking about...

Mr. David John

Medayil's kidnapping.

A man who left home in the

morning after having breakfast

was kidnapped by

Islamic terrorists, it seems!

If we have to

believe this humbug

created by Achuthan

Nair's police,

our intelligence and sense must

already be pawned at VKG centre.

I'm saying this today...

When the truth will

be proved tomorrow,

that Islamic terrorist

will have a Nair's name.

And that name is Achuthan Nair!

And as per the party's history,

if David comes back alive,

his family should consider

themselves extremely fortunate!

My husband is leaving

to Delhi this evening.

-I'll come. -Drive safe.

You are a natural, darling!

Oh my God!

It's a pity that Kerala

is going to get a CM,

who gets into skirt-chaser

mode, at the drop of a hat.

Thanks for the night.

I'm sorry.

Why?

The job that they hired

you for.. You did it very well.

It's not your fault

that I'm a fool.

If we could solve this,

without any complications...

Yes!

We're all trying to do that.

You were good.

Real good!

Please! Leave it.

Move them away!

The investigation is going

on. We will keep you updated.

There's an order from the top

to beef up the

security for David

sir's family and properties.

Thanks for your

concern, dear Sophie.

But, protection...

You can give that

to your Government!

We had refused this security and

protection even

during the emergency...

And this Medayil House

doesn't need it even today.

When your force is fumbling,

not knowing where my Davi is,

you don't have to fool people by

deploying ten cops

around this house.

My brother will be safe, right?

Yes.

And Antony,

how is your relationship

with Joseph Vadakkan?

Are you on good terms?

CM sir, there's a book

written by actor Innocent.

"Smiles in a cancer ward"

-Should I read it? -Oh no.

I didn't mean that.

I just mentioned it.

He came here in the afternoon.

He asked for my car.

He said that it's a

secretive political meeting,

and that he'll be noticed

if he takes his own car,

before leaving from here.

Later when I called, his

phone was switched off.

Are you aware of any...

enemies who may

possibly harm David sir?

He has enemies all around!

Is that so?

So, can we...

consider you too as his enemy?

Altaf.

Isn't that your name?

Altaf...

Hussain...

Marakkar!

His driver's wife has

given a statement

that the last person

David met was you.

That's a solid evidence.

His driver, who left from here,

was attacked and hospitalized.

When he regains his senses,

will we able to

hear a fresh story,

apart from what

we've already heard,

Altaf Hussain Marakkar sir?

See you later!

Tell me, Paul. Who attacked you?

It is for David sir's case.

Tell me. Who was it?

David sir's case?

What case?

Martha!

He's not calling you, sir.

He's calling me! Martha!

Hey! Your brother

thinks that I won't

recognize him if he

comes wearing a mask!

Even if he covers

his entire face,

I'll never mistake that stench

when he comes near me.

Even if he beats me to death,

I won't give him

that coconut farm.

-Coconut farm? -Well, sir...

He had a property

dispute with my brother.

He says that my

brother has attacked him.

Great!

Ikka, are you done?

Peace be unto you!

And unto you be peace!

I saw the news.

Tell me that it's you who

trapped him, my dear!

Why are you silent?

Are you scared that

I'll record the call?

Oh no!

How can I doubt

you like that, Bhai?

Then what?

There's a much bigger

game happening here.

Let there be some clarity.

I'll call you.

Who's that?

Madam...

There's a...

...courier.

Is Nambeeshan sir home?

No. He will come tomorrow.

Your sign, please.

What is it?

It's a courier.

For Mr. Nambeeshan,

the owner of this house.

Boss is here.

Muhsin.

Iqbal.

Akhtar.

Shazia.

You?

Why?

Why?

You don't know?

You bloody swine!

Lock him up!

Walk, you scoundrel!

Come on!

Don't act tough, sir.

Get in there!

Shazia.

She's my wife.

She's not just that, right?

The old Afghan warrior!

Abandoned terrorism

when you got pregnant.

And you came

back, saying that you

want to deliver

your child in Kerala.

So you know everything, huh?

I should, right?

This game that you've

proposed. It's not so easy!

Do you really know who

David John Medayil is?

He is my best friend.

If I have to hatch a

trap for such a person,

do I even have to tell you

how much profit I'd be making?

It's not going to

be so easy, Bhai.

If you have cold

feet, let it go.

Neither have we met,

nor have we spoken.

Cold feet?

For us?

My dear Bhai, we're going

to play a massive game.

You must have guessed

that there are other

kingpins behind this

apart from me, right?

If you're hesitant,

nothing is going to happen.

But if we join forces

and put in our best efforts,

with just one shot,

all our lives will be settled.

How much will we get?

If the plan fails,

Rs. 50 Lakh,

as an advance, today itself.

Once the plan is executed,

Rs. 5 Crore,

for each one of you.

This is Mehrin.

She's the one who's

going to lure him here.

Come on!

Let's fix the game.

Sir, I have a doubt.

How did you hear about us?

You've already done enough

work to be popular, right?

Even otherwise, a client has

many ways to find good workers.

That's all you need

to know, Muhsin.

He had asked us how we want

the money to be transferred.

But he's not the one

paying the money.

Forget that.

There's a much

bigger problem, Muhsin.

Someone has snitched on us.

And it's one among this group.

None of us will snitch.

And then, it's her...

We can't be sure about that.

Do you think I would

do something like that?

No, babe.

Not in the wildest.

Don't worry about her.

She's not capable to do that.

Switch on that TV.

Any Malayalam news channel.

David John Medayil's

abduction case

reaches a crucial turning point.

Reporter TV has gained access

to the photographs of terrorists

who have allegedly

kidnapped him.

There's information

that the Kerala

Police have also

received the same photos.

An official

explanation is awaited.

Muhsin, Iqbal, Akhtar, Jabbar...

Reporter TV has

got exclusive access

to the pictures

of these four men.

Apparently,

the four of them are terrorists,

who are in the most-wanted lists

of Indian Intelligence

Service and RAW.

They are Malayalis

who went to Afghan

as suicide recruits,

many years ago.

Either, there's

someone behind you,

or it must be one among you.

I trust you people,

that you won't betray me.

I don't have any other

options at this point.

If you're trapped, I

will also be trapped.

Following which, many big

heads will also be trapped.

If we stand together,

nothing will

happen to any of us.

Only if we stand together.

Here's Rs. 5 Crore.

You can check it if you want to.

Jabbar!

No.

We trust you, sir.

If you exit through the

back gate of this estate,

the forest area

ends in Tamil Nadu.

Valluvar Kuppam.

A black Scorpio car will

be waiting for you there.

TN6 0109.

The driver's number

is saved on this.

Selvaraj.

You should call only

him from this number.

And one more thing. Never

stray away from your group,

come what may.

The suspect list that

has come out now,

does not have your

name or photo, Shazia.

Moreover, travelling

through the forest

with this child, is

going to be risky.

You guys will get late.

So,

let Shazia and her child

stay here for the time being.

As soon you reach the

safe house and inform me,

I'll leave from here

immediately with Shazia.

I'll reach there with

the balance amount.

Now, we're running out of time.

Pack your bags and let's go!

From here,

go towards the

North-East direction.

Here you go!

Be safe!

I'll slap your bloody face!

Why, bro?

Why did you have

to slap me like that?

Couldn't you be more gentle?

Dude!

I won't get this

chance often, right?

Hey!

Sahib...

Your one and only grandchild.

Anwar.

Nothing will happen to him,

if you stand with us.

You have done only good

deeds for our community.

And that's exactly why you won't

have any money

with you. I know that.

We don't need any money.

Then?

Sahib, you've always

stood with CDF

inarguably in every

election, right?

This time,

Gafoor Sahib will suggest which

party you should stand with.

Gafoor?

Gafoor is changing sides?

Gafoor Sahib might

change colours to red...

or blue,

or he might even

wear the saffron!

When he changes

colour like that,

you should be with him, Sahib.

Or else,

Abdul Rahman Sahib's grandson...

...will be branded a terrorist.

Yasar Lathif and Tughlaq

Jamal who are in jail,

will testify against him.

That will destroy the mighty

reputation of

Musaliyarakam House.

We've explained everything

to Abdul Rahman Sahib.

In this election,

he will support the

party of your choice.

He doesn't have a say now.

Come on! Quote a price

for his silence to us, sir.

Why are you talking like

this is a business deal?

The job I hired you

for.. You guys did it well.

That's all!

You aren't worthy enough

to quote a price for it.

Don't make too

much noise, Sahib.

We're not the old boys who

used to be scared of you,

at one corner of the

toilet in the Nizam mosque.

That's good, boys.

Very good.

Anyway, my fate is such.

No one really understands me.

I did all this, for us

to come into power,

and for our community.

It will benefit

all of us, right?

It won't benefit us, Sahib.

It will benefit you!

Just you!

Have the poor

Muslims in our state

had any benefit,

from you and this

new party of yours?

The leaders and committee

members bought plantations,

built complexes, bought

cars and built palatial homes.

And you give jobs

that give a salary

of 1000 Dirhams

in Dubai or Saudi,

for the poor families

here, once in a while.

And those jobs

are at barges in the

desert or in the

toilets of the Sheikhs.

And what's the wage?

1000 Dirhams!

20,000 damn Rupees!

If we plough fields

here in Kerala,

we can get Rs. 1100 per day!

But what do people say!

"Gafoor Sahib sent

my son to Dubai."

And when you

couldn't tempt boys with

jobs in Dubai or

Saudi any longer,

you found a new item - religion!

You gained control over

many, using that tool.

And you made

millions even from that!

We fled to Afghan and

Beirut from your school, Sahib.

We took revenge for the

mosques being demolished here,

upon innocent

people in Paris and

Munich, who weren't

aware of any of this.

Claiming that it is

a war for freedom,

you'll send us to countries that

we don't even know the names of.

And while we were

killing innocents there,

at the camp in Kabul,

the Commanders were taking turns

to violate and torture her.

Finally, bearing a

b*****d in her womb,

she came back to Kerala with me

boarding buses,

trucks and boats.

We realized

something then, Sahib.

There is only one

religion in the world.

Money!

And there are only two castes!

The rich...

and the poor!

And we want to be rich, Sahib!

For that, we'll do

any job like this.

We don't differentiate between

Hindus, Christians

or Muslims then.

Stop blabbering,

and pay up, Sahib.

David, I want to meet you.

Anwar is in their custody.

Gafoor Rawuther can

brand him as a terrorist.

He can brand him immoral.

Or maybe, even a

mentally ill person.

My son Apputtan...

Anwar's father...

He also lost his life, thanks to

the politics within this party.

I can't lose my

grandson as well.

What does Gafoor want?

Gafoor Rawuther

won't be supporting

CDF in the upcoming election.

He has made a secret

agreement with Thidambilan.

If the left front wins 50 seats,

the remaining 25

seats will be our party's.

The left will come

into power again.

Thidambilan will be

the Chief Minister.

Gafoor will be

the Home Minister.

And in the last two

years of their term,

Gafoor will be

the Chief Minister.

That's the game they're going

to play during this election.

Gafoor wants me to

be a part of that game,

obeying his commands,

like his puppet!

He wants this

party to join the left.

What about Achuthan Nair?

This is Thidambilan's

master-plan

against Achuthan Nair.

Achuthan Nair isn't

aware of all this,

and considers

Thidambilan his soul-mate.

Nothing will happen to Anwar.

Protecting the honour

of Musaliyarakam house,

is my responsibility!

It is my duty!

If we're unable to

save Anwar now,

Uncle Rahman won't have a voice

in his own party thereafter.

Gafoor will join the left.

In that scenario,

our possibilities will diminish.

We need Gafoor on our side,

under our feet.

So, this game is not

just to save Anwar, right?

There's a story that

Dad was really fond of.

He was really excited

to narrate it often.

U.S. Senator Jeff Barrymore...

The story of a

reverse honey trap that

he pulled off during

his election time.

He laid a honey trap

for himself, fell for it,

and eliminated all the

enemies he wanted to get rid of.

Here,

we're going to recreate

that Barrymore story.

So,

are you going to use

Anwar's kidnappers?

Yeah.

It's a reckless game, Achaya.

It's high time that I start

playing reckless games, darling.

So, director sir...

Using these four guys,

put me in a honey trap,

and get me locked in our

friend Nambeeshan's bungalow.

Hey! Are you serious?

I think this is really funny.

Bro!

A jerk like me is

going to become

the Chief Minister of Kerala.

This ain't funnier

than that, right?

Just stand with me, strongly.

I'll play the rest of the game.

But... don't we need a

girl for this honey trap?

We do.

Call her.

-Who? -Mallika.

Dude, how can I

call her for this?

Just call her, bro!

She will come.

Here you go! The secret

pride of Indian Intelligence!

Long time, Mr. Black!

-And I missed you. -Same here.

Hey! When I said that the

operation is for you, she said,

"Phew! At least

I'll be paid properly,

and won't have to put

up with the stinginess

of the accountants in

the Defence ministry."

So... tell me, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

Simple!

Hatch a honey trap for me.

You're the honey and the trap!

And I'll be the

foolish lothario.

Here, in this house.

Let me guess.

A honey trap,

but in the reverse?

Like the Senator

Barrymore story?

Dot on!

Bro, didn't I tell you?

She is the smartest lass

we have in our company.

That's correct, dude.

Yeah.

So, to operation honey trap!

This anti-terrorist

squad is not an outfit

that can be used to shoot and

kill Muslims whom

you don't like.

Why are you talking

like this to me?

What else should I say, Ichaya?

I chose this job because of my

commitment towards

this land and country!

It started from the Academy.

The stigma against

me, since I'm a Muslim.

I realized that

the even the ones

whom I considered

my best friends,

had this stigma within them.

My surname decided

my rankings and postings!

If I enter a room

in the Officer's club,

suddenly everyone stops talking.

You know why?

Because I'm a Muslim officer.

A probable traitor.

Is the situation so bad?

You don't know the bias that

people like me

have to experience.

An entire community

is stigmatized,

for the crimes that 1% of

this community commits.

Which Muslim born to good

parents has planted a bomb here,

or created riots here?

You sent me a book

during my student days.

APJ Abdul Kalam's

'Wings of Fire'.

It came with a note.

"I want you to be like him."

Do you remember?

I don't remember all that.

But I still want

you to be like him.

Hey!

I'm in the middle of a dream.

A world that you and I wish for!

I'm not asking you to help me.

I'm asking you to do your job!

They are bloody terrorists.

Rest, you can decide.

I was asked to

give this to David sir,

by Nasser Ahammed sir.

If things don't go

as expected, plan B!

Shoot them all!

Just imagine, dude! We were

playing with ex-Taliban guys!

I almost peed in fear, dude.

Fear? For you?

The name board in

front of your house

is still - Major Altaf

Hussain, right?

-That's correct! -Major Saab!

Thank you!

-Mallika. -Yes.

Give me your phone.

They've entered the forest.

The GPS tracker you gave me,

has been placed in their bag.

And Rs. 5 Crore too.

Please return that

money to me, boy.

I won't return that money!

Consider it as part of your

election fund expenditure.

I want to get settled

in life, with that money.

Okay. Your choice!

I just want you

to live a good life.

-Exactly! -Okay!

I can end both your

lives here, today,

along with them.

Akhtar...

But I'm giving you an

opportunity to

decide, right now.

Do you want to die...

...or raise him?

I...

I want to live.

I want to give a good

life, at least to him.

Sensible!

What is his name?

Azad.

Azad!

Isn't that the most beautiful

name on earth, Altaf?

Azad!

"The liberated!"

Now, tell me.

Where is Anwar?

Since you've decided to live,

you can start speaking, dear.

Look who's here!

I knew that you'd play a game!

But there's a problem, man!

Politics is not your

corporate game!

What you need here

is not money or power!

It is street-smartness.

For that, you have to

sleep on the streets.

You have to wish for the

stars in the sky, lying there.

You can't do that.

Otherwise, you wouldn't

have killed four people...

who could've been your

trump cards against me.

I will protect

her... like a sister.

We will raise her child...

And he won't be

sleeping on the streets,

but on a royal silk bed!

Sahib!

Do you know why

the members of our

party are always

dressed in white?

So that, when a

friend becomes a foe,

or a foe becomes a friend,

they cannot be distinguished!

I'm dressed in black!

You should distinguish

me from the others.

You should be with me.

You will have to!

You don't have a choice,

Gafoor Rawuther Sahib!

The elections are over.

As the celebrations fade away,

who all will gain what all?

Those questions still remain.

In the final picture,

it's a white Government,

ruled by black!

The next person

I want to meet...

...is that man,

all over again,

after so many years,

without being

surround by crowds,

or entourages,

alone, face to face.

He has a gift for me.

A gift that can

hook the two of us

in a trap for the

next five years.

The Chief Minister's post that

I denied to your father once...

You are taking it back!

I kinda like the

sweetness of that revenge.

As you climb up

the stairs to this post,

I have only one request to make.

You can play any dirty

game, sitting on this chair.

That's your choice.

Today, in this great

nation called India,

there is this secular fabric

that is exclusive to Kerala.

In the past ten years,

if I can claim that I've

achieved something,

it is only the fact that...

I didn't allow religious

fanaticism to rule us.

You should continue that.

Don't let this state go under

the mercy of these fanatic dogs.

I'm not saying this as an

old friend of your father,

but as your imminent adversary.

I can't promise you, Comrade.

But I'll try.

This is for you!

Get up, dear!

Come to me!

Don't act tough, darling!

I'm saying this

for your own good.

It's all in here.

The visuals are clear.

The voice... not so much.

That's alright.

I know that you have

enough and more

with you, to trap

Gafoor and group!

Still, you can have this.

An additional visual evidence.

One copy is with me.

Can't say who would

need it first, right?

Thanks!

Not for this.

Then?

For making the Home

department stand by me,

during this kidnapping

drama, discreetly.

For not betraying me.

Red Salute, Comrade!

Red Salute!