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(indistinct chatter)

I'll send the notice,

but, Sony, he's your younger brother.

Why this atrocity against your own blood?

(scoffs) Be it my brother or my father,

I won't spare anyone for this kind of cheap hogwash.

He was asking for it.

You shoot a legal notice. He should wet his pants.

The rest we will see later.

Okay...

Then, you may settle the bill here and leave.

You can collect the land deed from my office in a couple of days.

Alrighty then.

(clears throat)

Rajan sir...

Oh, Vineeth!

What is this business with Pulithara's Sony?

He came for an indictment against his brother Rony.

It's my job, can't say no.

Blimey! When did you trade brandy for juice?

My folks sent me to a retreat centre for 3 months to stop drinking.

(laughs)

Now it's only juice. That too occasionally.

I was intending to meet you.

I wanted to know something.

What's the matter?

Do you remember a Sarah?

An elderly mother.

The nurse who gave sealed letters to the magistrate and the police.

Not recently but about 10-12 years ago.

Oh! Yes. Yes, yes.

The letter I gave Samuel sir.

- Yes, I remember now. - Yes, that's the one.

Do you have any idea what the content was?

Well... I took the letter to the chamber.

Samuel sir never mentioned anything about it after that.

Hmm.

By the way, why do you want to know what's in it?

A police officer had come asking for Sarah.

Then I told him about this letter.

When I casually looked into this guy,

he was the one in charge of the Ancy murder case.

CI Aji Kurian.

After all these years, someone like him

comes investigating about her.

I feel there's something fishy about those letters.

That's the reason I wanted to run this by you.

You're right.

If they're probing it, we should also be in the loop, right?

- We are also involved. - Yes.

(sighs)

Apart from these people

and Suneer, Varghese Paul, Kumar and Bibin,

from the 1126 people in Sarah's list,

one person from the remaining 1118

is going to be Bibin's next victim.

And we still don't have any clue who that might be.

Sir, if that is so,

shall we start looking into the rest of the people on the list?

We can do that, Vinod,

But it'd be extremely time-consuming.

Not just that,

the details we collect about them

could be their current address, about their jobs and families...

and that's it.

But their fate is determined by what they are beyond that.

How do we get there?

When Bibin zeroes in on a victim, he brings his own judgement scale.

It's his own personal impression and conclusion.

Ancy and Sanjeev are perfect examples of that.

Despite living through a failed marriage,

there wasn't anything reprehensible about them.

Yet, they were targeted.

Sir, Bibin too looks unrushed.

There is a couple of years gap between each murder.

We have the same amount of time Bibin takes to reach his next victim.

Dude...

we can't wait it out until he gets to his next victim.

It doesn't make any sense.

To find Bibin, we shouldn't be running after or next to him.

We need to run ahead of him.

We've got to find that lead.

You start collecting details of those in the list anyway.

The lead we are looking for will find its way to us.

That's for sure.

We'll combat Bibin's criminal brilliance

with our police intelligence.

- Right, boys? - (both) Sure, sir.

(doorbell chimes)

- Get the door. - Okay.

- What is it? - It's for Aji Kurian sir.

- Okay. - Okay.

This came for you, sir.

- Hmm? - Uh-uh.

(suspenseful music sting)

- Hey, this is... - Sir?

(suspenseful music continues)

- Scan this. I want to see it on the screen. - Sir.

(monitor trills)

How?

How did Bibin come to know about this top-secret investigation?

Er...

I need a fucking answer!

How did Bibin know about us, our investigation and through whom?

Don't know, sir.

(exhales sharply)

(sighs)

So, all this while, we weren't after him,

he was moving with us.

Like a shadow.

Hmm.

(monitor beeps)

These are not our findings.

Bibin predetermined the trajectory of our journey.

He wanted us to know all these facts.

And now an open challenge.

Out of these two, he's gambling one life over another.

But I won't let him win this game.

Hmm.

- Anzari? - Sir.

Check our CCTV.

I want to know who delivered this letter.

- Fast. - Sir!

- Vinod. - Sir.

In Sarah's list,

the entry of November 29th.

- On the screen. Now. - Okay.

(screen beeping)

(animates)

Unlike the other letters,

in this one, both the details are in red.

So, either one of them can be his next victim.

(scoffs)

- I want their details right away. - I'm on it, sir.

(phone ringing)

Hello, Merlin.

Hello, sir, I got a letter from Bibin right now.

It was couriered to this address.

It has details of two people like the usual.

- Shall I send this over to you? - No, Merlin, I'll come to you.

Did you see who brought this?

No, sir. I had gone out to buy some things.

This envelope was left at the door when I returned.

How long were you away?

Approximately 10-15 minutes. The shop is just around the corner.

(sighs)

- Do you have CCTV here? - No, sir.

(tense music swells)

- How may I help you, sir? - Police.

I'd like to see the visuals from that camera.

Sir, the storage is over there. Please come with me.

- You want the street-facing camera? - Yes.

Sir, do you want to see the visuals from this morning?

No need. Just the past hour. Right?

Yes, it hasn't been that long.

Forward.

Forward. Forward.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

- (Anzari) Sir, we checked the CCTV. - Hmm.

It was delivered by a young man in a cap and a mask.

He is wearing a red jacket branded WayFast Couriers.

When we searched, there is no courier service listed by this name.

He rode a blue electric bike, which doesn't require a plate.

I have WhatsApped you the CCTV images. Please check, sir.

Sir?

Is there any possibility that this could be Bibin?

No, sir. This doesn't look like him.

But still, how did he know about us?

Even my wife doesn't know.

I believe we ran this super secretively.

Then how?

Don't know, sir. But I'm least concerned about it now.

One week from today, on November 21st,

Sanal, Khalil Gibran...

Either or both of them will be murdered.

I can't let that happen. Everything else can wait.

Yes. Absolutely. But what's your plan?

The first thing is to trace Sanal and Gibran.

Only after finding them, we can decide the next steps.

As Bibin is moving parallelly with us,

there is a high chance to intersect him at a common point.

For that, we need to find both of them immediately.

(message tone beeps)

Excuse me, sir.

Sir, uh... we found Sanal's address.

We're on our way there.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

- Aji... - Sir.

Don't give Bibin another chance.

Kill that bastard.

But no fingers should point at us.

Hope you get me?

(intriguing music)

(scraping)

(train horn honks)

(Anzari) Are you Mr. Bhasi?

Yes, I am Bhasi, and you are?

We're from Ernakulam.

We went to your rented house.

It took some trouble to find you.

Oh, sir, that house was knocked down for road widening.

I'm put up here now. Is it regarding work?

We came to meet Sanal. Is he around?

(grave music)

Please come with me.

This way, please.

This tore down in the torrents of 2013.

The water levels went up really high here.

Sati, Sanal's younger siblings and I were at the school camp.

Sanal refused to come. He stayed behind watching the house.

At night, that wall collapsed on my son.

It's been nine years since he left us.

We were compensated by the government.

But, to rebuild your ruins, it takes not just money.

You have to feel it in your heart too, right?

My son lies under there.

By the way, why are you looking for him now?

So...

It's Gibran. Khalil Gibran.

Bibin's next victim.

Any updates from Vinod about Gibran?

As per our inquiry, his father, Murali, was a librarian.

He worked at a college in Alappuzha in '85.

He got transferred later.

Different locations, different colleges...

We are still on it, sir.

Check SCRB data.

See whether there's anyone named Khalil Gibran on it.

Will do, sir.

For us to take any step further, we need to get something on Gibran.

(music swells)

(music fades)

Murali! Two officers are here looking for you.

Please come, sir.

Hello, sir.

Take a seat.

(chair rattles)

What's the matter?

We are district promoters of a new rehabilitation programme

run by the Kerala Police.

For those who served time in prison and are living a clean life outside,

we have a scheme that provides them a better life.

Hmm.

Khalil Gibran is a candidate for us.

(laughs softly)

If a human being...

has already committed the gravest of all crimes he could possibly do,

he might not feel like committing another.

Where can we find Gibran?

- (scoffs) - Where does he live?

To come to this very house in search of Gibran,

I'd say, is a really stupid move by the Kerala Police...

if you know the reason why.

Sumalatha...

my wife.

Gibran's mother.

Our only child.

He was a very smart kid.

He was keen on reading and learning.

But we didn't confine him only to studies.

I poured him beer and liquor first.

After moving to Thiruvananthapuram, he began drinking regularly.

Then it went out of control.

He drank every day.

He often got into arguments and fights inside and outside the house.

(phone ringing)

- (chair scraping) - (Gibran grunts)

Hey!

I never ask for money from you or that old lady for drinks.

What have you ever done for me, damn it!

Whenever I feel like drinking,

I'd rather sell weed or tabs to make a quick buck.

If you dare question my friends about me again,

you should forewarn that old lady,

(screaming) I will lock you both

and burn this house down!

Do you expect us to be mute spectators to all your nonsense?

There is a limit to everything, son.

Do you understand?

If you can't tolerate me, you two can go hang yourself.

I'll get some peace then.

- Gibran! - (scornful) Kubran!

What absurd name is it?

If you really loved that name, you should have named yourself.

Why the fuck did you give me that name?

My ill fortune started then!

(sarcastically) Khalil Gibran.

(grunting)

(grunts)

(keypad beeping)

(tuts, groans deeply)

(automated) This call cannot be completed due to insufficient balance.

- (ends call) - (grunts irritated)

(vessels clatter)

(sloshing)

Mother, give me your phone. I want to make a call.

(loudly) Mom, give me your phone. I need to make a call.

Old hag, have you gone deaf?

Pass me your phone! I have a call to make!

(grunting impatiently)

No! I don't want to listen to you anymore.

You want to have it your way.

Do whatever you want. Leave us alone.

Don't vex me with your stupid dialogues. Give it!

(shouts) Give me your phone!

Get lost!

Give me your phone. (shouts) Don't make me mad!

Mom, stop playing! Give me your phone!

(Sumalatha tuts)

(muttering) He wants my phone, it seems.

(rod clangs)

(vicious musical sting)

(music stops)

- (grunts, screams) - (head thuds hard)

(crying in pain)

(whimpering)

(agonised shrieks)

- (screams in rage) - (thwacks, blood splashes)

(metal rod clinks)

How many times have I told you not to infuriate me!

Didn't I, you old hag?

Die! Rot in hell! (screams furiously)

He went to prison for murdering his mother.

He was the one who deserved to die.

The court considered his alcohol addiction as a medical condition.

His prison term was served in six years.

He had come here one day after his jail term.

That's the last I saw him.

It happened.

I wasn't in my senses to see who's who.

I ended up doing it.

I didn't come to apologise.

I'm planning to go somewhere far.

I'd like to bow to Mother

and ask for her forgiveness. That's all.

(gate rattles)

- Murali? - It's okay.

(gate squeaks)

Didn't you look for Gibran after that?

He stole her wedding chain hung on the photo on his last visit.

Who'd want to look for such an evil one?

I heard Layikka referred him for some work.

- Who? - Layikka.

He came here, wept for a long time,

whining everyone's chasing him off and that he is starving.

He served his term in prison.

I couldn't turn my back on him.

I arranged a job for him in a hardware shop at Neriamangalam.

I got to know he was doing well there. I left it at that.

I can call up and check on him if you'd like.

No, Layikka.

Er... We'll do it on our own.

Oh.

Please give us the details of that shop.

Okay, I'll fetch it for you now.

(intriguing music)

(lighter flicks)

(jeep door closes)

- Sir. - Ah, Vinod.

(doors open)

(engine revving)

This is the final lap.

That's why we wanted you also on the ground.

It's my pleasure, sir.

I've brought along what Anil sir sent for you.

Both are unlisted.

So, he asked me to warn you to be extra careful.

Uh... did SCRB send Gibran's photo?

It's a case recorded in 2011, sir.

It's still under the process of digital archiving.

They are trying their best.

They said they will send it right away when they get it.

Alternatively, I've managed to get hold of

a copy of the newspaper report on this case.

They'd published a photo in that.

Good.

You guys go and gather details.

If he is around...

don't get him panicked.

Get him out smoothly.

- Got me? - Sir.

(doors open)

(doors close)

Er... Sir? Oh.

- Buddy, get two more. - Yes? Okay.

- What happened? - He is not here.

He got into a drunken brawl here after the first lockdown.

So, they asked him to leave.

He'd been around here for some time.

Now he isn't seen around anymore.

He used to stay...

Somewhere in Ranikallu.

They don't know the exact location.

They don't have his phone number either.

Have your juice.

This bro knows where he stayed.

Note down the correct route from him.

(smiles)

- (grunts softly) - (urine splashing)

(man) We moved here a year ago.

The one you mentioned used to live here before us.

We trade beds and blankets.

We store up here and sell door-to-door.

Sir, I've kept a notice that came once for Gibran.

Get it.

It's from pawning off gold.

Dear, where is it?

Here it is, sir.

Hey, there is a number on this. Try it.

Sir.

Vinod sir...

We are taking the notice with us.

- Thanks, anyway. - Okay, sir.

Sir, one more thing.

Another person had come here looking for this Gibran.

Not recently. Some time ago when we'd moved in.

Was it this guy?

Since it's been a while, I'm not able to recollect well.

He looked somewhat like this, but I can't say for sure.

- Sir? - Yes?

It's not reachable.

But the IVR is in Tamil. He might be somewhere in Tamil Nadu then.

(Aji sighs sharply)

Contact Cyber Cell and get the last activity details of this number.

Sir.

Let's see...

where it leads us to.

Okay, sir.

(fast-paced music)

So, observing the current developments, what's your reading?

Sir...

I wonder whether we had an easy ride, advancing this far on Gibran's case.

Why do you feel so?

An intelligent criminal like Bibin

declared an open challenge to the police

by informing in advance the date of Gibran's murder.

To be honest,

it looks like things are simpler and more direct than expected.

Dude...

things are not simple and direct yet.

We are still in the dark.

We know that a person named Gibran exists and his life story is such.

We don't even know where he is.

And...

if Bibin kept these doors open for us,

it should be leading us to him, Anzari.

(bangs table) I am sure about it.

But, in his game plan, we got an unexpected trump card.

That notice from the bank, which has Gibran's phone number.

(message alert dings)

Sir, Cyber Cell has connected back.

Er... it's Tenkasi, sir. A village named Pattakurichi.

His phone was active till two days ago.

But it's switched off now.

That means Tenkasi is our next pitstop in our search for Gibran.

- Sir. - Yes, sir.

(rousing music)

(car revving)

Hey, one minute. Please stop.

Vinod, hand me both things Anil sir gave you.

(unzipping)

(magazine ejects, clicks)

(clicks)

Sir?

Take care of this, but don't forget.

We are on a mission to save a life. That shouldn't be by taking another.

- Hope you understand? - Yes, sir.

(clears throat softly)

- Let's go. - (car accelerates)

(gentle intriguing music)

(Tamil movie song playing)

(chopping with force)

Sir...

Gibran's number is active now. Same tower location, Pattakurichi.

Cyber Cell is trying to get a precise location.

- Try dialling that number. - Okay.

Sir...

Hello, Gibran?

(in Tamil) Hello, who are you? Do you know this phone's owner?

(in Tamil) How did you get this phone?

(in Tamil) Sir...

Two weeks ago, a Malayali boy used to come here daily for lunch and dinner.

On a Wednesday night, he came to me and said

he doesn't have money and to keep this phone as security for his dinner.

I asked him to have the food for free, but he didn't budge.

He insisted that I keep the phone and said he'd return the next day and left.

I saw the phone on my table today and realised he hadn't come for it.

I switched it on, expecting I might find a number to call.

That's when you called, sir. This is what truly happened.

Sir, my name is Parabrahmam.

I don't lie. I don't steal.

(chuckles)

- Vinod... - Yes.

(glass thuds) Sir.

Check whether there is any lead for us: numbers, photos, anything.

Sir, is it him?

This is not clear. Do you have another photo with you?

Some of your employees would have definitely seen him.

Can you ask them, please?

If that's so...

Sir, Arivu might know.

One day, I saw both of them talking for a long time.

Who's this Arivu?

He is our tea master. Arivu, come here.

Sir wants to know about that friend of yours from Kerala.

Tell them what you know.

Sir, give his name.

Gibran. Khalil Gibran.

Yes, Gibru.

Gibru...

Gibran.

Both are the same.

Yeah.

- Do you know where he is? - I know, sir. I've been there once.

Hmm.

Arivu... come, let's go.

(sombre music)

(goats bleating)

(eerie ominous music)

(hissing)

(doors open)

(door shuts)

Anzari, take him away.

(grits teeth) I said go!

Come.

(car doors open and shut)

(tense dramatic strain)

(clatters)

(cocks gun)

(door bolts thuds, creaks open)

Bibin?

(menacing dissonant sting)

Incessant cries ringing in my ears, Bibin.

Newborn babies screaming together.

It's terrifying.

It's unbearable.

Lives and destinies of those babies were swapped

by your Sarah Mama.

That's why...

they all cry together

inside my head all the time.

(tsks)

You are just imagining things.

For all those babies to cry inside your head,

what wrong did you do to them?

You're just hallucinating.

(hums in denial)

I've numbered them

and recorded all their details

in my diary safely.

What's replicated on the wall is the proof of what I did to those babies.

Without giving none any room for doubt,

I did it repeatedly, over and over again!

Despite having sharp skills and brains,

your life went futile

only because of my choices, Bibin.

The last box on the wall has your name on it,

along with the details of the girl swapped with your life.

The details of your parents too.

(scoffs loudly)

(raucous nefarious laughter)

(laughter echoing)

(laughter continues)

That old hag's evil laughter echoes in my ears all the time.

You can't hear it, Aji sir,

because it's me, not you, who killed her.

(scoffs)

There are many on this Earth who don't deserve to be alive.

My Sarah Mama topped the list.

(groans)

I killed her...

Then Renuka.

So...

you personally investigated, right? She'd wreak havoc around her.

Should I not have killed her?

She was the only one I killed for myself.

And as for the others,

there was another bigger reason than me.

And you know what that is, right?

- I know. - (Bibin chuckles)

But I need to know more.

And I will make you sing like a canary.

Uh... (scoffs)

Where's Gibran?

- Vinod... - Sir.

Search the house.

(grunts)

(scoffs) Come on, Aji sir.

After playing this game

and bringing you here as per my plans,

was it to throw in Gibran and to get myself arrested?

Huh?

He's not here.

He died, Vinod sir.

On his birthday, last year.

He was burnt alive.

Anyway, as you guys are here, there will be another murder.

But I'll be the one who dies. And you, the killer.

Or do you want to arrest me and produce me before the court?

I'll confess to all my murders

and the reason behind it.

Will it happen, sir?

Absolutely not.

Shouldn't I die then?

Eh?

And you can bury all this again.

Isn't it?

But there is one thing...

Even if I die, this game will continue.

I've made all the arrangements for that before I confronted you for my death.

Do you hear me?

(handcuffs jangling)

We need to know what you have conspired.

Then we'll decide what's to be done with you.

I know how to extract that out of you.

(Bibin) Hmm. (scoffs)

But Sub-Inspector Vinod Pankajakshan has a different take on this.

- Vinod, no! - (gunshot echoes)

(bullet piercing)

(straining grunts)

- (gun fires again) - (grunts)

Vinod, stop it!

Drop the gun!

I said drop the gun!

(gun clatters)

We needed him. You know that very well.

Then why the hell!

(scoffs)

My order was not to arrest but to kill him.

The one who gave me the order supplied me with the weapon as well.

As I'm certain what I'm doing was right, I didn't hesitate a bit.

Didn't you hear him talk about people undeserving to live?

People like that should die, sir!

You fucking idiot!

He was the only way to find out who is taking the game forward.

You ruined everything!

He had decided to quit the game already

to let us know in person that we failed. (shouts) And you...

And you made him win his own game, damn it!

(musical crescendo)

The game is not over yet.

It has just begun, Vinod.

The 1000-plus people from Sarah's list can be murder victims.

The same number of people could be the murderers too.

(scoffs)

The game has just begun.

(dramatic music)

(message dings)

(brakes hard)

Get out.

(ominous suspenseful music rises)

(woman) Bibin.

(shrill scream)