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I hate ice cream, sir.

Who's in charge here?

No one by the looks of it.

Hey, move it.

Get aside.

Sir.

-Where's our cashew nut?
-Must be here somewhere,

annoying the locals.

Annoying or harassing them.

Sir!

Very good evening, sir!

Wasted my bloody ice cream.

I took survey of the crime scene,
took photos and talked to the locals, sir.

Victim name is Kiran Nadar.
He's an American fellow.

Has house on Vattawalla Road.
He was a private detector, sir.

Detective.

That also, sir.

Based on the tire marks,

the Maruti 800 was in reverse
and the truck made accident, sir.

Both the truck
and driver are missing, sir.

But I found the number plate
and have informed all units, sir.

But we have three problems, sir.

What problems, kid?

Lens cover, sir.

Nikon company.

Lens cover was inside the car, sir,
but the camera is missing, sir.

Secondly, sir.

Look at the victim's neck, sir.
Full of marks from the camera strap, sir.

I think some struggling,
shoving and pulling happened, sir.

Last but not least, sir, very important,

Mr. Nadar was working
when he was murdered, sir.

Murdered?

Who says he was murdered?

What is this?

Looks like stale vomit.

Sweets.

But I don't know
from which bakery in Mainjur.

I'll send it to the lab for testing

The lab, really?

I saw it!

A Muslim woman.

She was wearing a burka.

Sir, just a moment.

It was a Muslim woman.

-I saw it.
-What happened?

A Muslim woman.

-I saw it.
-There?

She was wearing a burka.

I saw it.

A Muslim woman.

I saw it.

First, track the lorry.

Find the driver
and get him to the station.

-Okay, sir.
-Where's this guy gone now?

Thupalli.

Sir.

I'm here.

Nadar's house
is on Vattawalla road, right?

-Yes, sir.
-Sir.

-Come with me tomorrow.
-Okay, sir.

We'll need to talk to his mother.

Sir, one more thing, sir.

Mr. Nadar received several missed
calls at the time of the accident, sir.

Should I call back and check?

Hey.

In the morning, please.

The dead will remain dead, even tomorrow.

My Begum complains if I get home late.

Sir. No, sir.
I think I should call and check, sir.

Listen, Thupalli.

We don't get paid to think.

Sir!

What the hell are you guys doing?

Hurry up.

Get done with this already.

Hello? This is
Assistant Sub-Inspector Thupalli speaking

from Nezhimalai Police Station.

Can I speak with Mr. Prabhakar Shetty Sir?

Hello?

-He's asleep.
-Hello?

It's okay, ma'am.

Can sir come to Nezhimalai Police
Station tomorrow morning?

Why?

For a small accident matter, ma'am.
Sir made many calls to the victim.

So, we think
we need to ask him a few things.

Hello?

Madam?

-Hello?
-Okay.

I'll tell him.

Okay, thanks.

What have we done, Swathi?

Swathi, I didn't want to kill him.

I...

I panicked. The way he attacked you,
I thought he was going to kill you.

But I didn't know he would die.

This has to be a case
of self-defence, right?

Swathi.

Let's surrender.

No.

No surrender.

What then?

Let's go.

Whose woods these are
I think I know

His house is in the village though

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake

The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep

Careful.

Done?

Come up then.

What's wrong? Come here and help me.

One, two, three,

four, five.

Umesh! Are you okay?

Swathi!

What happened?

He's alive.

Umesh, it's just rigor mortis. Okay?

Okay?

Come up.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

When will I get the body?

The postmortem will be over
by afternoon, ma'am.

Our lady constable Asha would've
informed you. We have some questions

regarding your son's accident.

Kama told me this would happen.

God bless him.

This is your husband?
Mr. Kamaswami Nadar?

Yes.

He comes to me in my dreams.

Dreams?

Yes, he tells me things.

What things?

He told me this would happen.

He also said
a police inspector would come

with a loyal chap.

Mr. Nadar had any bad habits?
Toddy and all?

Did he drive and drink?

Kiran did not drink toddy.

Because Kama drank so much,
and he loved it.

What about drugs? Mushroom, cocaine?

Hey!

Shut up.

Sorry, madam.

He's a really new boy.

Get out.

Kiran did not take mushrooms.

But Kama and I did.

That's where we met, in a cave in '71.

And we enjoyed ourselves.

What was that?

Asking his mother
about mushrooms and shit?

You want to get me fired before
my retirement?

Sir, I found something in Nadar's
computer. You won't believe it, sir.

How could you dig into
his computer without permission?

First you call Prabhakar Shetty
in the middle of the night,

and now this?

Hey, kiddo.

I understand that you're new on the job,

but don't fly so much.

Sir, please watch this.

This is the blackmail letter.

"I now abot bro mani, Praba Shetty."

Where is the blackmail, sir?
What is the problem?

Money. Not "Mani."

-Cash, cash.
-Okay, okay.

There are a lot of spelling mistakes.

No crossing in "T."
"Brother" is spelt wrong.

"Money" is M-A-N-I.
And your name is also spelt wrong.

I have eyes. I saw it too.

Okay, sir. Tell me why
this human is blackmailing you?

It's a private matter.

You just find out who this bastard is.

Okay, sir, sure. And...

And as you see, this is my rate card.

The biggest blockbuster of the year.

A family drama,
called The Last Ghost, Part Two.

And today, we have with us
the film's director, B Ramnath.

One of the most successful directors
in the industry right now.

Please tell me, sir, what was
your inspiration behind the film?

-Swathi.
-Swathi.

Phone.

Phone.

Prabhu's phone.

Hello?

Mr. Shetty?

This is Inspector Hassan speaking.

I don't want to disturb you,

but you are coming to the Nezhimalai
Police Station today, right?

Hello? Mr. Shetty, can you hear me?

-Hello?
-This is Mr. Shetty's wife.

He's a little unwell. He is sleeping.

Oh, sorry. Sorry to disturb you, madam.

Please, let him get some rest.
We will call when he's better, madam.

No. Inspector...

He will come tomorrow.

-He will come tomorrow, okay?
-Thank you, ma'am.

-Thank you.
-Okay. Okay, bye.

What was that all about?

Let me know if you see
a pharmacy on the way.

Watch the bloody door, you oaf.

-The guy is in?
-Yes.

Put that away properly.

-Smells good in here.
-Sir.

-Is it from Ajji's shop?
-Good morning, sir!

-Good morning, sir.
-Binny, hang it there.

It would be sin
to order from anywhere else.

-It's gone a little cold.
-Yes, sir.

Tell Ajji to add some ginger next time.

I'll tell her.

Where did our cashew nut go?

To question the driver.

I already told you, bro.

I was not even in the area last night.

I got the truck
from another driver in Madurai.

Drivers switch when their shift is over.

So, it's not me
you're looking for, bro.

You're new here, right?

Yes, why do you ask?

Sir.

So, who is this other driver?

I don't know, bro.

I met him at the highway diner.

We ate together.

I took the keys from him and left.

What did he look like?

Skinny.

Dark.

Darker than me even.

Had bloodshot eyes.

-Okay.
-And hairy, like a wild animal.

Bro, he stank.

Like a cattle shed, bro.

What did he call you?

-Bro.
-Right.

Last evening, between 6:30 and 7 p.m.,

on Old Bazaar Road,
did you ram into a red Maruti car?

No, bro.

Uncle!

Whose "Uncle"?

Sorry, sir.

Did you?

I did, sir.

I was driving on my usual route.

It must've been around 7 p.m. or so,
down the Old Bazaar Road.

Were you boozing?

No, sir, swear on my mom.

But it was not my fault, sir.

That car came out of nowhere.

Did you take anything from the car?
A camera, maybe?

No, I fled right after.

I don't know anything else, sir.

-Thupalli.
-Sir.

Charge him for sections 279, 304 and 302.

Sir, please wait!

Just when I hit the car...

in the alley the car came from...

You are my lightning star

A woman in a burka.

Uncle.

Do you have floor cleaner?

I do, sweetheart.

Here you go. Take your pick.

Be careful.

A drop of this will peel
the skin right off your hands.

Okay.

This one?

-This one is medium strong.
-Medium.

Swathi, what are you doing?

Two bottles of this.

Swathi, what's going on?

-According to the plan...
-The plan has changed.

What?

I'll tell you at home. Just relax.

Relax? We've committed a murder.

This is a time to run, not relax.

No one's running anywhere, okay?

Let's go.

But our bus at 9:20 p.m.?
Mainjur to Madurai?

We're both staying
right here in Mainjur.

Baby.

Baby.

The cops already know about Nadar.

Soon they'll find out about
Prabhakar's death too.

But Prabhakar is alive.

Have you lost your mind, Swathi?

Umesh please,
I'm a trained nurse. Okay?

I know what I'm doing. Don't worry.

-But we just buried Prabhakar.
-I know.

So are we going to unbury him now?

And ask the doctor at the hospital
to stick his face onto mine?

And the doctor will say, "Sure, why not?"

You're talking like an idiot.

Not cosmetic surgery.

I'm talking about...

See.

Facial reconstruction.

What construction?

Like they do to burn victims.

Burn vict...

Look, I'm not saying
it's going to be easy.

No way.

You've gone senile!

But it's not that difficult either, Umesh

Not just difficult, it's impossible.

What will you do about my voice?

I can't speak no English.

We'll manage the English easily.

About the voice...

Don't talk at all.

People change after trauma, you know?

Really?

Their height changes too?

Height, voice, hair, gait?

It takes a bit of time.

How will I do this?

What if something goes wrong?

It'll be all right, Umesh.

I'm right here with you.

And will be forever.

But last night you had said
you cannot live with me?

I can, Umesh.

And I want to.

But I can't run away.

And where will we go anyway?

Pondicherry or Thailand,
we'll get caught sooner or later.

If we do get caught...

you'll still be you, and I'll be...

I love you, baby.

I love you so much.

And I wish I could take your place.

But why are you thinking straight?

If by any chance this works out,

just imagine.

You'll have everything.

This house, Prabhu's resort,
my restaurant, me.

And we'll be married.

You'll be Mr. Shetty and I,
Mrs. Shetty.

Forever and ever and ever.

See that?

Everything will be all right.

Who told you that?
That mad lady from next door?

The old hag's got buttons for eyes!

Okay, but people say you know her?

I mean, the burka lady?

Why? Can you see any burka lady here?

No, but what I'm saying...

I'm running late. Let's go.

Let's go.

I'm heading to the market.
Look after the shop.

How do you do?

That burka lady you're looking for?

I know her. Come.

I didn't want to say anything
with that bitch around.

I've got a parlour to run,
after all. Come.

So, as I was saying...

Can I get a grand or two?

A hundred or two will do too.

This here. The heroine's name.

Manisha Koirala?

That must sting, right?

I've taken painkillers.

-Okay, ready?
-Baby.

-Let's talk it through.
-Baby.

-No, nothing will happen.
-But...

Just relax, okay?

-There must be another way.
-Nothing will happen. Just relax.

Relax, okay? Come on,
let's breathe. Ready?

Breathe out. Very good.

Okay, relax. Once more, breathe in.

Okay, good boy.
Once more, breathe in. Yes.

Breathe out.

Keep breathing. Relax, okay?

Good boy. Keep breathing.

-Almost done.
-Baby?

-My chest.
-It's done.

-It's done.
-My chest.

-Baby, you...
-Finished. That's it.

Good boy.

-Very good boy.
-Baby, what if it leaks into my heart?

Baby, what if a vein bursts?

Nothing will happen, okay?

What if someone recognizes me?
I used to work there.

Your work's done. Now,
all responsibilities are mine. Okay?

-Little bit here. No, no, it's okay.
-No, baby, please. No.

-Baby, please.
-Relax.

-That's it, that's it.
-No, no.

-Okay.
-No.

-Yes.
-No.

-Yes.
-No, yes.

-Yes.
-Yes.

-Very good.
-Good.

Yes.

Now a little bit here.

Yes.

Very good.

-Baby?
-Baby?

Why does it feel cold on my skin?

I told you nothing will happen.

It's diluted, that's why.

-Baby?
-Baby?

-Shall I do it?
-No, no.

Only you

Only you

How can I live without you?

Baby, don't go.

I'll be back in a minute.

Don't make me pine for you

My life, my heart

You're in every breath I take

Like the crescent moon descending on...

Hello, Manisha Koirala?

This is Assistant Sub-Inspector
Thupalli speaking.

Out.

Out.

What is it, Umesh?

Cheers!

What did you do?

I'm screwed, right?

What do you mean, "screwed"?

-It burns.
-Is it burning?

-Swathi, it's burning.
-Oh fuck.

Umesh, why did you pick up the bottle?

-It's gonna...
-It's burning, Swathi. It's burn...

One minute, baby.
One second, one sec.

Swa...

Is it burning badly? Over there?

Just a second.

Give me a second. Shit!

Swa...

-Swathi, it burns.
-Just a second, just a second.

-It's burning!
-Give me a second, calm down!

Give me a second! Give me a second!

-Shit! Calm down.
-Swathi!

-Swathi!
-One...

Swathi!

Okay baby, just a minute. Just a sec.

Okay.

Okay, ready?

Yes, sir. Manisha Koirala
is a 100% fake name, sir.

I called and some lady picked up, sir.

-Maybe it was a bogus number?
-Yes, sir.

No, sir, the phone is switched off now.
I think she got scared.

-Check the cell phone registration data.
-I've already asked Asha to find out, sir.

I think this Koirala lady
killed Kiran Nadar, sir.

-What?
-I said "killed."

-Who?
-Killed.

I'm talking to Asha, not you.

Listen, come to Mainjur Hospital
right away.

Okay, sir. I'll come.

Stop your pointless investigation
and rush.

I'm not going to ask where you got
the morphine, Swathi.

Actually, Doctor,
Prabhu takes it for his leg...

No. As I said, I don't need to know.

But it has worked. He is in less pain.

Should I take him to Mumbai?

No, there's no time.
We must debride the dead tissue ASAP.

You can take him to Mumbai
or Delhi for reconstruction later.

But, Dr. Sridhar, his face?

Swathi, sulfuric acid is very,
very corrosive. One eye is fully gone.

The left cheek
and the ear is also very bad.

Plus he has inhaled fumes,
you know. Like gases?

I just hope the vocal cords are intact.

Enough. Start your goddamn surgery.

Mr. Shetty, I am very sorry to hear that...

Hello, sir, I am ASI Thupalli.
This is my first acid attack case.

Prabhu was hungover.

So when he woke up,
we decided to go for a walk.

And we were just on our way back when...

When the attack took place.

In front of our gate.

It just happened so suddenly.
That man appeared from nowhere.

You saw him?

No, his face was covered.

And I tried to scream, but...

But thankfully Prabhu was in his senses,

and he stepped in between us.

And that man, he started asking for money.

We gave him also. Cash,
purse, bangle, watch, but...

But what, ma'am?

He wanted my locket.

Prabhu and I have identical ones.

Our 10th anniversary gift.

Madam...

Mrs. Shetty?

We should've just given him the locket.

Lockets can be remade.

But my Prabhu...

My Prabhu.

I am sorry, madam.

Then what happened?

Then, that fellow, he threw on me...

acid.

Yes, look.

See?

But, my Prabhu, he shielded me
and he saved me.

Fucking idiot.

Ma'am.

Did you know Detective Kiran Nadar?

Kiran... what?

Nadar. He was a private detective.

Detective?

Hey, what is your joker talking about?

Sorry, sir, he's just a kid.

Let him be.

Hey, kiddo.

Go wait outside.

Sir, let me...

Just go.

Sir, can I speak with ma'am alone?

Five minutes.

Look at this.

Found it at Kiran Nadar's house, madam.

A blackmail letter.

Blackmail?

But who is "Mani"?

-Money
-Yes, "Mani." Who is he?

It's "money," ma'am.

A spelling mistake.

It means "money."

Your brother-in-law
Arvind Shetty's money,

for which your husband
is being blackmailed.

-Tell me, Asha.
-That cell number you asked me about?

-Yes.
-It belongs to one Umesh Pillai.

-With the address of Gymkhana Club.
-What club?

-What?
-Periyakanal Gymkhana Club, right?

-Yes, that one. He works there.
-Okay.

Listen, send me that manager's number.
I'll check him out.

-Okay. I'll WhatsApp you.
-Okay, done.

None of this would have happened
if I hadn't left early last night.

And that moron, Prabhu,
should've given up the locket.

We could've frappéd
the attacker's insides later.

Shoved a rocket up his arse.

Oh my God.

Oh my God. I got it. Dad, I got it!

What... Got you?

My art school admission.

I got it!

E... cole... cole?

École des Beaux-Art, Dad.

School of Fine Arts, Paris. I got in!

You're not going to Paris.

Excuse me?

What excuse?

How many times do I have to tell you?
You're Arvind Shetty's daughter.

You have to run Rising Sun.

-What's all this denting-painting?
-Denting-painting?

Dad, I got into a top fine art school.

Art school can go to hell.

You're coming to Rising Sun.

To work. Understand?

Uncle, he cannot be serious. Please.

What's this fucker going to say?

-I'm saying...
-Fuck you, Dad. I am going to France.

-Try and stop me.
-Hey!

Appu, come back right now!

What the fuck, Umesh?

You blackmailed Prabhu?

Didn't think about me even once?

And because of you,
Prabhu had to hire Nadar.

You are responsible for this mess.

You lied to me about everything.

You used me.

Just for 50 lakhs.

I... I wanted to...

What?

Run away with you.

-To Thailand.
-Thailand.

But I had no money.

I love you.

I love you.

You fool.

Shit.

Shit.

I knew that something
was wrong with that guy.

Wrong means?

Means that he was into gambling and all,

asking for loan all the time.

And, sir, he was a bit of a pervert too.
Ask Sushma.

Not really. With me, he was never...

Why didn't you
terminate him from the services?

He had some big clients, sir.

Otherwise, I would have fired him
a long time back.

Sir!

This is his room, sir.

Okay.

"Pay me."

Yes!

Yuck, damn it.

Yuck.

Sir, hello.

Thupalli, where the hell are you?

Sir, I'm coming to the hospital.
I've got a great lead, sir.

Listen carefully.

-Head straight to the Shetty's.
-Okay, sir.

Check the spot where they were attacked.
Binny is already there.

You join him. Okay?

Sir, one more thing, sir.

I went to the gymkhana
and met the manager, sir.

Umesh Pillai is the massager there, sir.

-I can't hear you properly.
-Massager, sir. Massager.

-You mean massager?
-Yes, sir.

-And I found a blackmail note...
-Okay.

...in his office.

-Must be practice note, sir.
-What? Pillai, you said?

Yes, sir. Umesh Pillai, sir. Umesh Pillai.

I think this Umesh Pillai
is the blackmailer, sir.

And I saw his photo with Prabhakar Shetty.

He must be the one
who is the acid attacker, sir.

-Hey, kiddo.
-Yes, sir.

Catching this attacker is our priority.

Okay, sir.

Mrs. Shetty?

Operation theater is that way, right?

I...

I have to go home,
actually, to get Prabhu's things, so...

Okay.

Do you know an Umesh Pillai?

Who?

Umesh Pillai?
Works at the Gymkhana Club in Mainjur.

Your husband is his client.

Yes, why?

Look...

My assistant called me just now.

Umesh Pillai was...

blackmailing your husband.

I know how you must be feeling about this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Inspector.

Yes?

Actually, it's possible.

What is possible?

Today also, that fellow...

The way he was talking to Prabhu.
His voice...

He was shouting,
"Where is my 50 lakhs?"

But... you should have told me this before.

I'm sorry, I don't know. I just...

But Umesh?

He seems like such a simple guy.

What to do, ma'am.

It would be so nice if people
are the way they seem.

My job would be so easy.

But that's not the way the world is.

Anyway, you carry on.

Thank you.

Hello, sir?

You recall Mrs. Shetty said that
they were attacked near their gate?

Yes, and Mrs. Shetty just confirmed
that as well.

Seems like she is telling the truth, sir.
But there is one problem, sir.

Thupalli, can you please calm down?

Sir, there are only two pairs
of footprints here,

one male and one female.

But there should be three, right?

Two male and one female, right?

Thupalli, just listen to me.

You were right.

Umesh is the blackmailer,
and Swathi has confirmed this.

And Umesh knows Prabhakar,
so it makes total sense.

Nadar must have figured this out.

And since Umesh got scared,
he bumped Nadar off.

Sir. I knew it, sir. I knew it.
I had told you, right?

Yeah, yeah. Just get to Umesh's house

-and report from there.
-Okay, sir.

Yes!

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

123/8.

Hands up.

Hello, sir? Thupalli here, sir.

Sir, Swathi Shetty
is Manisha Koirala, sir.

Manisha Koirala is burka woman, sir.

She went to Umesh Pillai's home,
and I followed her, sir.

Then she went to the forest.
There was a dead body, sir.

Sir, you know,
it was Prabhakar Shetty's body, sir.

There were fireflies, sir.
I sprained my leg as well.

But it's fine, sir. And, sir,
Prabhakar Shetty is dead,

then Umesh Pillai is in the hospital, sir.

Prabhakar Shetty is Umesh Pillai,
and Umesh Pillai is Prabhakar Shetty, sir.

Swathi Shetty is the burka woman, sir.
Burka woman is Manisha Koirala, sir.

Sir, I figured it out, sir,
and we have to do something.

Hello?

Hello? Where are you?
Can't hear a goddamn word.

Hello?

Hello?

No, no!

No!