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(birds chirping)

(jeep rumbling and rattling)

God gave us two hands, one to eat and one to wipe.

But you're using both hands to eat!

- (gurgling) - Hey!

You said it and my stomach is feeling queasy.

Stop, dude. Stop the jeep.

(suspenseful music)

- Get down! - (grunts)

Hey, you!

So, I heard you killed someone for respect.

Did all those years you spent in jail really get you that?

Clean this.

Clean it!

I said clean it, you wretch!

Now! Clean it!

(handcuffs rattling)

Clean it!

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(music fades)

- (crickets chirping) - (owl hooting)

(intriguing music)

(joyous laughter echoing)

Mom!

(emotional music)

(handcuffs clinking)

(handcuffs clinking)

- (metal clanging) - (handcuffs clinking)

(opening theme music)

- (dramatic music) - (jeep engine rumbles, stops)

Move.

- God must've killed Bharat sir! - Hey, make way!

- Move! - This area is full of wild boars.

He may have stepped on piglets in the dark.

(melancholic music)

Wild boars must have chased him. That's probably how he fell here.

That's a possibility too.

That's it. It's got to be wild boars.

(wailing)

(fire crackling)

(crying) Sir!

(milk simmering)

(music turns soft)

Buddy!

This will be my last peg.

- You never change, buddy! - Done!

(milk bubbling over)

(suspenseful music)

Sweety?

Sweety.

- Sweety? - Uncle Bharat...

(sniffling and crying)

(sad music)

(chanting mantras)

(birds chirping)

- Sir, here's the post-mortem report. - (water splashing)

- I'll handle it. You may leave. - Okay, sir.

Post-mortem reports are here, sir.

The report shows alcohol in his blood.

It says he lost his way in the dark, fell into a thorny ditch and died.

Dad!

This wouldn't have happened if we hadn't gone to the play.

Uncle Bharat died because of me, right?

Hey!

- (sobbing) - Don't you ever think that.

(rooster crows)

(woman 1) She was to get married in a week.

(woman 2) What a pity! What a loss! It's so terrible!

(melancholic music)

Please come, sir. Have a seat.

(emotional music)

Come, Aunty. Let's play.

Come, Aunty. Let's play.

Please, Aunty. We'll play.

(weeping)

Sweety.

Daddy.

(crickets chirping)

(man 1) What a pity! He was such a good police officer.

(man 2) This area is teeming with wild boars.

- That's probably how he fell here. - That's it.

He may have stepped on piglets in the dark.

It must have been wild boars.

Wild boars must have chased him.

He must have ended up here while fleeing from them.

Dad!

This wouldn't have happened if we hadn't gone to the play.

Uncle Bharat died because of me.

Dad!

This wouldn't have happened if we hadn't gone to the play.

Uncle Bharat died because of me.

(emotional music)

Greetings, sir.

What took Bharat to the jungle at such an hour?

Someone in a shawl came that day.

They told sir something.

(suspenseful music)

- Vaman Rao. - Sir.

Drop Swathi and Sweety at home. Give me your keys.

We need to find the reason for his death, Vaman Rao.

Will finding out the truth bring Bharat sir back, sir?

Vaman Rao, this is not just about Bharat's death.

(emotional music)

I need to remove the guilt deeply rooted in my child's heart.

We need to unearth the truth behind these murders.

Is it God?

Is it someone else in the name of God?

We need to find out.

(dry leaves rustling with footsteps)

(twigs crunching)

- (suspenseful music) - (grunts)

You're going alone, right? I'll accompany you.

Do you want to protect me in my own forest?

The situation isn't safe here.

Three murders have occurred.

Some say it's God's doing.

Apart from that, they say the wild boars...

- (laughing) - What if someone approaches...

If wild boars really lived here,

why would our hunters go far for their prey?

(laughing)

No animal would build its home in areas frequented by humans, sir.

Be it animals or God, why would they do it without reason?

Sir, no animal in the forest kills without a reason.

There must be a strong reason.

(suspenseful music)

(water gushing)

Swathi...

Does Bharat have any enemies?

If he was involved in a big case...

You must be thinking that because you are a cop.

True.

The post-mortem report says...

everything is normal.

But...

my heart

disagrees.

No. You know him, right?

Bharat isn't that strict.

He is friendly with everyone.

Except for petty cases,

he never gets involved with the big shots.

- Did you witness the killing? - My God. Appanna Swamy.

Have you seen God killing?

With my own eyes.

Appanna Swamy.

My beloved God was glowing majestically.

He seems to be roaming around here.

Appanna Swamy! My beloved God.

(suspenseful music)

(jingling)

My heart almost stopped. I swear!

Bharat sir was a good man, sir.

He never rudely called anyone by name.

He would call everyone with respect and love.

He used to call us uncle and aunty.

(man) He was a calm person. He always spoke with a smile.

We hoped he'd become the village's son-in-law.

But this is what fate decreed.

Please don't think I'm speaking because I'm drunk, sir.

Bharat sir was truly a good man.

Whatever the issue, he solved it without filing a case.

These deaths in our peaceful area don't make any sense.

Do you really believe these are God's killings?

She said God's thirst for blood has begun

and that he won't stop until we're all wiped out.

Has she ever gone wrong in her foretelling?

She said the Nakkala Vagu stream receives water at the end.

Isn't the stream that once flowed now running dry?

You're right, buddy. Not a drop of water is visible.

Shut up, guys! Isn't it ironic that God is killing?

Would God kill two people, hang them from a tree and leave?

Everyone knows it's wild boars that killed Bharat sir.

Isn't it superstitious to believe that

God would come down and kill people in this day and age?

Sir! Just a word, sir.

You know all about God.

They say God has targeted our village.

Does God kill like this, sir?

Please tell us.

I don't know about these killings, but I'll tell you about his avatars.

Okay, sir.

To protect the Vedas, God chose the Matsya avatar.

In the play you watched the other day,

to kill Hiranyaksha,

- which avatar did he choose? - Varaha avatar, sir.

So, it must be Parashurama who beheaded those two.

Did you notice near the headless corpses?

There was a huge axe nearby.

- It was like a broad axe. - Stop it, guys!

Let's listen to him first. Please carry on, sir.

He takes on an avatar as the need arises.

First, it was the Matsya (fish) avatar.

A creature that could only move in water.

(reverent music)

The second is Kurmam (tortoise).

It can live in water as well as on land.

The third is Varaham (wild boar).

A creature that can live only on land.

The fourth is Narasimham.

Half human, half animal.

Fifth is the Vamana avatar.

A short person.

So, the animal completely transformed into a human.

Sixth is Parashurama.

When human atrocities increased,

he was an avatar that restored balance.

(music continues)

This is followed by Rama avatar, Krishna avatar--

(drum beats)

(together) Greetings, sir.

The situation is grim in the village.

Listen to me carefully.

Killings are taking place just like Devaramma foretold.

We have never seen such killings before.

Until we find a solution, don't go into the forest at night.

I'll be your support.

Remain silent until God calms down.

- We need to be careful. - What do you say? Got my point?

- (dramatic music) - (thunder crackling)

The entire village is terrified, wondering who will be killed next.

What a situation!

Who knows whose death we'll wake up to?

We believed in the forest. But now we fear going into it.

You're right. What else can we do other than seek Devaramma's mercy?

(suspenseful music)

- (bicycle crashing) - (suspenseful music builds)

Move aside! Move, I say!

Move! Give way!

I'm asking you. Give way!

(suspenseful music stops)

Even if we didn't go to the forest, God is coming for his kill.

Hey, who was that?

I, too, believe that God exists.

Believing that God himself is

committing these murders is foolishness.

You are new to this place. We live here.

Devaramma told us these are God's doings.

This is not God's doings.

You are wrong.

These are planned executions by someone.

- Listen to me. - We won't.

What kind of people are these?

- Vaman Rao. - Sir.

Get me all the details of these murders. Understand?

As you say, sir.

(intriguing music)

(woman) Hey, Chamanthi,

you are treating someone found lying unconscious in the forest.

What if she wakes up and--

Shh!

Stay quiet.

Even the wind has ears.

(suspenseful music)

Here are the files of all the suspicious deaths, sir.

Including Peddiraju, all the files of the murders are here, sir.

What's the common point among them?

What's the dot that connects all of them?

If we figure that out...

we can find the killer.

Except for living around Araku,

these people have nothing in common, sir.

We're missing something.

(woman) Sir!

What is it?

Bank officials asked me for a death certificate.

Please put in a word to the registrar...

(weeping)

I'm a cursed woman!

I scolded him for his bad habits.

He got tired of me

and left for the play but never returned!

Look at my fate!

What did you just say?

Sir,

- bank officials-- - No. Not that.

After that. You said something.

Where did you say he went for the last time?

- He went to the play and-- - Went to the play?

Whose play was it?

Mr. Rangachary is the sole organiser of plays in this region, sir.

I don't know where my brother-in-law went that day,

but he was reciting some poems as he left, sir.

(Virat mumbles) Poems?

Hey, Kasi!

Why haven't you sent fish food for my pond yet?

We received the load just now. I'll send it by evening.

Sir...

I forgot to tell you something.

I heard there was a play near my fish pond that day.

He probably went there.

(brooding music)

(sharp thud)

That's right, sir.

Instead of watching the play,

he went to tango and died.

I wonder what befell him.

Keshava sir went to Visakhapatnam that day.

And these jobless people got drunk till evening.

They tagged along when we were going to watch the play.

I'm not sure what happened during the play.

They told us they were leaving and vanished.

Come forward.

Later, they were found dead in the forest.

Dad,

This wouldn't have happened if we hadn't gone to the play.

Uncle Bharat died because of me, right?

Have you noticed something here, Vaman Rao?

When was the last time you saw Bharat sir?

At... the play.

Everyone is going to the play,

leaving it midway but not returning home.

You mean to say...

There is a link between these plays and the murders.

Just as gold

undergoes a fire test to prove its purity,

honest people sometimes

have to face tests of accusations and slander.

That is Chanakya's principle.

(sharp static)

Hey, what's wrong?

Repair... (struggling with stutter)

The announcement is getting interrupted, Peddayya.

Just like our Srinaiah's voice.

(stuttering)

Enough with showing your teeth. Get to work.

Hey! You'll get electrocuted.

Hey, careful!

Your curse...

(stuttering)

Got it. You mean to say her curse did not work, right?

Shut it, girl.

- Next shloka. - Why the negative talk?

(chuckling)

Sir, with just a hunch and no clue...

A hunch is a policeman's first clue.

If we ask in our way,

even if the truth doesn't come out,

the lie would weaken, at least.

Why is Vaman Rao headed this way?

- Sir! - Hey, bring that chair here.

- Take your seat, sir. - He's an old man, sir.

- Speak up, oldie! - Don't, sir. Please, sir.

Why are you committing all these murders?

(straining)

- Grandfather! - What are you talking about, sir?

Do your acting on stage, not off it.

Sudhakar, Veeranna, Marthanda, Bharat.

All these people left your play before dying.

(chuckles)

So?

Will you accuse us of committing those murders?

If someone dies while returning from Venkanna Swamy temple,

will you accuse Lord Venkanna of the deaths?

Don't be smart.

I wouldn't have suspected it if it had happened once.

Attending your play and dying the same night.

It's the same pattern every time!

(suspenseful music)

We don't even know if they attended our play, sir.

- (sharp static) - (grunting and straining)

Sir!

What's wrong, sir?

What's going on, sir?

What's happening, sir?

What is it, sir?

(screaming)

(water splashing)

(bubbling)

(woman) Srinu, stop the microphone first.

- Hey, stop that. - (water splashing)

(suspenseful music)

During the play,

because the lights focus on us,

we can't see the audience, sir.

That's why we ask for applause.

Everyone who claps for us is God to us.

Why would we wish for their deaths, sir?

If you are still suspicious,

come to Ranajilleda tomorrow.

That's where we play next.

(dramatic music)