We will travel from here to Karachi by road.
Squad, position!
Captain Bakhtiar reporting, sir. The men are ready for the mission.
Boys, Major Abu Jalal Rana will be your commander from today.
Your boys, sir!
Attention!
Squad, disperse!
Pick your arms!
Come on, load!
Come on, line up! Move! Move! Move!
Position, boys!
Fire!
Squad, about turn!
What if you miss your shot?
You get shot.
Long live Pakistan!
Yes?
Voice sampling possibility is still open and as vast as the sea.
But the visual matching is totally rejected.
Maybe, it is just to test our composure.
A routine gimmick by the enemy.
The Defense and Home Ministry may throw this in the dustbin too.
But in the conversation you intercepted
the Prime Minister of this nation has been mentioned.
So, I wouldn't dare ignore your report.
Especially after the 26/11 incident in Mumbai.
Hello? - Can I speak to Mr. Nair, please?
One moment. - Thank you.
Who is it?
Shanta.
Damn!
Hello?
Mr. Nair? - Yes.
Dr. Sudarshan here. - Oh, hello.
Doctor, what happened?
Why is he calling at this hour?
Mr. Nair, I need to speak to the Minister.
Doctor, actually
the Minister had to attend an event in Ranchi with the PM.
Let me do it. - On return..
I mean, on his way back
his blood pressure shot up while he was in the helicopter.
He took some sleeping tablets before lying down.
It's late as well. Should we disturb him at this hour?
Or, can I call him in the morning? Is it really urgent, Doctor?
The drink. - Yes. It's urgent.
Shanta.. Wait!
No, Doctor.. - Please!
I want you to block the Minister's first appointment tomorrow for me.
Yes, Doctor..
I need a sitting with the Minister
to discuss the security of this nation.
Doctor, I.. - That's all.
Damn. - Frustrating creeps!
It is not the Ministers
but their so-called assistants who must be shot.
Don't get upset, sir.
You're meeting the Minister tomorrow.
Nothing will go wrong until then. - Hopefully.
As per the departmental protocol, we cannot report this to anyone
other than the Minister. - I know, sir. I know.
Thank you, Emma. Good night. - Good night, sir.
Emma. - Sir?
Regardless of how much you rush, you will still miss the Metro.
Sir, I'll be okay. - No.
Chandini would be waiting for you.
I know, sir. But I..
I'm dropping you.
I'll be fine, sir. - Come on.
I'll be fine. - Come on. - Okay.
Praise the Goddess!
Here, this is for your daughter.
Thank you. Oh, my goodness!
I'm so tired.
I hate this kind of traffic. - Me, too. Yeah.
No longer than 15 minutes. Call and inform your daughter.
What's wrong? What happened?
Nothing.
Come on. Open up. - Excuse me, what's going on?
They are partying inside. It's immoral trafficking.
Do you want to take their picture? - Excuse me.
Leave.
Trace Joseph. I have his number saved in it.
Hey, old man! Are you Dr. Sudarshan?
You.. What the hell is this?
What the hell are you doing?
Please!
Oh, my God.
Murugesh.
Boys! - Sir?
Join me for a drink.
Come on.
Greetings, sir.
Hail Tarakeshwari!
Mother! Goddess!
What do you need from the Goddess
Mr. Vilas Manik Mehta? - Yes.
No! Keep it.
What is his problem?
Sir, it's a clear case of tax evasion. Rs. 3.6 billion.
Do you own a steel company in Bihar? - Yes.
What are you crying for?
The case is now with the Special Bench.
The verdict is day after tomorrow.
You lend Rs. 60 million to Advocate Narendra Bhushan
and now he has withdrawn from the case, right? - Yes.
How can I help you with this, Mr. Mehta?
It's the Supreme Court. The Goddess doesn't have jurisdiction there.
You may leave now.
Sir.. - Come on, get up.
Don't utter a word!
You lend 60 million to an advocate
and all you give is this to Chandan Baba! Just this?
Were you hiding this?
Yes, you were hiding this from me!
Were you hiding this? Do you think I'm a fool?
360 million! 10 percent! Payment for the Goddess!
360 million. Do you understand? - Yes, sir. I do.
Good.
Who is the judge in his case? - Justice Sahasranamam.
Mr. Iyer! He is very strict.
Come here.
Tomorrow, we'll have special prayers for Mr. Sahasranamam.
It's a booking which has been pending for long.
Call and inform his wife right now. - Sure.
After tomorrow's prayers
Sahasranamam will go on leave for a week
for medical reasons. - Yes.
Your problems started after they both got married.
Yes, sir.
Daughter, the Goddess needs your blood.
She is very thirsty.
Hail the Goddess.
Hail Rakteshwari!
Something serious, but..
Yes. - You have financial problems.
Kishore, tell me. What is the price
for your secret, Kishore Balakrishnan?
One Lakh?
One million? Ten million?
Ten million, right?
20 million. Will I get 20 million, sir?
Okay. It's a deal.
Tell me.
Okay.
Sir, I..
Sir, I-I did this for money.
Please forgive me.
Don't cry, my child.
What is the use of crying now?
I am agitated.
Are you? - Yes, sir.
Kishore, try doing this.
Are you feeling better? - Yes, sir.
Do it again. Take a deep breath.
Deep. Very good! Deeper!
Yes. Take a deep breath.
Sir!
- What is it?
His heart is still beating.
Looks like he is still alive.
He should be alive. - Is it? - Yes.
You fool! When his body gets examined on the post-mortem table
there must be some water in his lungs.
There should be some water in his lungs.
Only then can it be declared as a suicide.
Understand, fool?
Mother!
Lord Krishna! - I shall call you back.
Krishna! - Yes?
What is the conspiracy here?
What are you up to?
Why should you be under the control of the High Command in Delhi?
Is this GK's right calibre?
Don't you deserve a term back home? When will you think about it?
It is a question that's regularly asked by the press.
We can equate the High Command to the Vatican.
And the Chief Minister to Paradise.
The Christians of Malankara and the Muslims of Malappuram
have all lived in Cliff House. When will a 'Nair'.. - Krishna!
Shame on you for being such bigots!
At least respect your position.
It's not me. He is the bigot! - Oh, no!
Your name should've been Shakuni, the one who instigates!
Kamsa, the demon, would also suit you.
I have the looks of Lord Krishna. - I see.
Given a chance, I'd become Shakuni. And when challenged, I'm Kamsa.
These are the real attributes of a politician. I did not say it.
I have learnt all this and more from my mentor here.
He wants to fire Kunjachan from the post of Chief Minister.
The other guy is not happy with his current position.
He wants to be the Chief Minister.
They want me to speak
with the High Command.
Isn't that why you spoke to me
about religions and castes?
You shameless fellows!
Shame on you!
A real politician must read the newspaper regularly.
'The Politics of Terrorism'. Raman Madhavan's interview.
Read and memorise it while you are in the car.
India's Home Minister, the great GK
and you too, Brutus. Krishnan Nair, the Minister's pal.
Well..
Should I drop you? - The government is trying to reduce spending.
I've asked my office not to send the car.
I'm late. I have a meeting at 10:30 a.m. with an Israeli team.
Go, get ready. - Two minutes.
Achu! - Yes?
Isn't it matching? - Not at all.
Then give me three minutes. - Okay.
Sir, Ashutosh from PMO.
Yes, tell me.
Oh, my God.
Call Joseph.
What? - Call Joseph Alex! - Sir.
'Murali, India's Intelligence and Analysis Wing chief'
'Padmabhusan Dr. Sudarshan was found dead here.'
'He was found shot dead in his car at the factory premises'
'off the banks of the Yamuna River in outer Delhi.'
'Another dead body found in the car has also been identified.'
'Emma John, whose body was found, was a Senior Analyst'
'in the organisation'
'which Dr. Sudarshan headed'.
'Murali, the bodies were found'
'locked in an embrace.'
'However, the media is not being allowed in'
'to gain a clearer understanding of the picture.'
'Investigations are going on under strict police security.'
'Arguments are going on'
'as they are not allowing the media inside.'
Hey! - Move back!
Ma'am, I am Satish.
Don't touch me, you bloody!
Koshy.. Let me say something. - Wait.
I said, wait. - Listen to me, please.
I need to get inside.
Sorry. We don't have orders.
We're helpless. We have orders from our superiors.
I don't care about the commands!
You fool! You donkey! - Mister! - Hey..
Come on! Give us the way!
Give us the way. - Stop it, mister! - What are you doing?
No!
Let me go!
- Hey.. Stop recording!
You scoundrel! - Don't record it! Don't take it.
Take away the camera! - Koshy!
Shut up!
You scoundrel! - What the hell? - Let go of him.
Take your hand off, you idiot! - Sir!
Come on, salute me. - Sir!
Come on, report. - Sir, we were just trying to..
Hey, Shanks! - Yes baby, tell me.
He almost squeezed my knockers.
No, sir.. - Shut your mouth!
Mr. Shankar. - Tell me, boss.
All we want is a few shots of the dead body. - I see.
And a few news bytes live from you, with the bodies in the background.
Sure, come on. - Thank you, Mr. Shankar. - No!
Move aside, you idiot!
Sir, we had orders from the Ministry to..
Damn them! Who called? Your father?
Mr. Joseph Alex from the Ministry. - Joseph Alex!
Listen up, idiot. I am Joseph Alex.
I know how to behave like a man.
But you don't.
How did he come here? Scoundrel!
How would we know, sir?
Sir! I'm Koshy. We spoke over the phone. - Yes.
Come on. What's the commotion about?
Sir, we told them that we cannot allow the press inside and they..
I see. So, it was you
who gave the orders to restrain the press!
I'm Satish Chandran. Senior Delhi Correspondent, Global Vision.
Sir, Deepa Mehta. - I'll have a copy of your reports. - Sir.
Sir, shall we remove the bodies? - Go ahead. - Sir.
Listen up.
The press has rights just like the Civil Services.
You may have learnt that at the IAS Academy.
The right to Information. The right to Freedom of Expression.
Freedom of the press
as per the Constitution of India Article 19-1A.
Don't let these people cross that line. - Sir.
Come with me. - Take your hand off!
Who is that dead man? Is he your boss' father?
No, but this man was bigger than my father.
A man of impeccable record!
A citizen of incorruptible patriotism!
Dr. Sudarshan safeguarded you, our entire nation and me
against the enemies of our country.
You failed to understand that!
Now get him out of here and clear off! - Sir.
Come on, you..
Don't touch him! Move!
This isn't your hometown. It is my domain, my jurisdiction.
My agency is investigating the case.
The National Investigations Directorate.
And mind it! I am the Deputy Director in-charge.
I am the authority!
Satish, come on.
Ved, arrest him! - Sir.
For criminal trespassing.
For entering the restricted area by force. Section 447 IPC.
Hey, Mr. Shankar! - Come on.
Would you do the same
if it had been your father lying dead there?
If it had been your family
would you have installed hidden cameras?
N-No! - Yes!
Every citizen has the same rights
that you speak of.
Privacy.
Right Against Infringement of Individual Privacy!
It is the fundamental right to protect one's privacy.
The living, as well as the dead have rights.
Against being made a public spectacle and insulted.
Right Against Indecent Exposure.
You have not only assaulted Satish Chandran
but also the freedom of the press. Mind it!
Freedom of the press, it seems!
Taking pictures of shattered, scattered, undressed bodies
and shamelessly making stories out of them!
Is this the freedom of the press and right to the investigation?
Confessions of criminals, frauds and brokers.
Clippings. The right to Information!
The stories of local prostitutes and their struggles.
Bytes! Breaking news!
The right to Freedom of Expression!
Entering kitchens, bedrooms and bathrooms without permission
and calling it a sting operation.
Hidden cameras and microphones. The right to..
Hey, mister!
Yes. The freedom of the press.
The freedom of the media ends right here.
At the tip of the citizen's nose.
Where our rights remain.
When you cross this limit, it can't be called as the freedom of press.
It's an atrocity! It's not journalism, but it's jingoism!
It is not media duty, but it is media terrorism.
Media torture! Media cannibalism!
Look here.
In order to keep you under control
I don't need degrees or the power of jurisdiction.
Mr. Shankar, you are a fool.
Nothing has changed. And nothing is going to.
I still wear a dhoti.
And I still know how to behave like a man.
Joseph Alex Thevallipparambil.
If you try to manipulate the investigation in any way
I will slice you into shreds.
THE KING.
So, closing the deal next month. - Thank you, sir. - Of course.
Bring in Joseph at 11 a.m. Don't make him wait. - Okay.
Thank you, sir.
Please.
Come.
Good morning, sir. - No, it's not. It's the worst morning!
I didn't sleep last night.
Calls. Complaints from heads of channels. Editors Forum.
Everyone kept asking if Joseph Alex was mad?
Press Secretary Nalini Mohanty tendered a complaint too.
Everyone in her family is mad.
Sir, ask me for an explanation, and I will give it in writing.
Send it to all of them, including to Mohanty, by fax or e-mail.
Come here.
'And now, here is the most sensational story of the day.'
'Hardly a couple of hours since the bullet ridden body'
'of Padmabhushan Dr. Sudarshan..'
Such a great soul he was. - '...analysis centre.'
During Indira Gandhi's rule, he got an offer from NASA.
'The Delhi police have now..' - Leave us alone, please. - Sir.
'Also, an employee of the..'
In the 70's, no young scientist in India
could dream of such a package.
A salary of millions of dollars per annum.
'in the shore on the banks of Yamuna, down near the..'
'ambassador..' - Ms. Indira summoned the doctor
and asked him how much he wanted as salary
to continue to stay in India.
ISRO was then paying the doctor Rs. 18,000 per month as salary.
The doctor told her that she might deduct Rs. 10,000 from his salary
but she should never ask him to leave India.
Hello? - '...and then put an end.'
Hold on, please. I will pass the phone.
He says that we did not answer his calls.
It is the President from Trivandrum. - Later.
Actually..
This foolish Krishnan
insulted the doctor the night before yesterday.
Oh, no! How am I to be blamed? - Go..
The following year, Ms. Indira honoured him with Padmabhushan.
Are you all right? - I am okay, sir. Okay.
I will read the details later.
Tell me your brief.
Sir, it was an attempted highway robbery
in the Delhi suburbs towards Greater Noida.
This was the first report received by police yesterday at 7 a.m.
At 11 o' clock on the same day, the dead body of Senior Technician
Kishore Balakrishnan of the Research and Analysis Centre
was found in the Yamuna River.
We found his abandoned vehicle around 12 kilometres from there.
We found a suicide note in his car.
It says that Dr. Sudarshan and Emma John Sebastian..
It was also found that the weapon used for the crime
is pending for forensic clearance.
You're talking like a policeman, Joseph.
I have been working with the police for the past 36 hours.
Without food and sleep.
'is to remain anonymous as now revealed to our reporters'
'that Dr. Sudarshan was in'
'a steady relationship with Dr. Emma John'.
Now we also have a story of love, lust, lies and vengeance.
'having quite divorced the direction..'
The Indian spymaster who gathered information on spies and messages
from our enemy for the benefit of our motherland.
A space scientist, technologist, Padmabhushan recipient. And now?
'Research centre seductress' within quotes.
A lusty old bachelor
who drove Emma John to his farmhouse.
Kishore, who loved Emma, in utmost frustration
killed both of them and later committed suicide.
They think that wearing a cap and leading a strike makes one Gandhi.
A spiritual fast food vendor with a 10 billion turnover
is termed as a priest and a preacher.
'People who are sitting on the floor'
'I can't even see their foreheads from here.'
'But they are here to surrender themselves to the Motherland.'
Dr. Sudarshan, who never took advantage of a government vehicle
is now labelled as an adulterer, a womaniser and an immoral person.
Look at our national media brutally and ruthlessly
killing him in an even worse way than how his attackers did.
It's such a shameless, slaughterous slander.
Joseph? - I am sorry, sir.
What happened to you? Why are you so..
I am all right, sir. - No, you are not all right.
Shall I call for black tea?
Were you very close to Dr. Sudarshan?
Yes, sir. - What do you mean?
It was long ago.
I was a teenager who ran away from home to go to Delhi.
The doctor was my fellow passenger in a second class train coach.
He provided me with food who had no money and bought water
throughout the journey. He was very kind.
He scolded me for leaving home against my dad's wish.
When I reached this huge city
he gave me shelter.
He showered me with love just like a father, brother or mother would.
I had nothing to offer him in return.
A recommendation letter signed by Dr. Sudarshan
was the start of my new life here.
As city stringer in the Indian Socialist
with a monthly salary of Rs. 180.
Until I completed the IAS, he was my inspiration and impetus.
He called me to read his will three weeks ago.
He gave his savings of Rs. 2,50,000 in his bank account
and a 1 BHK flat for the education of the children of slum dwellers.
All the books he had
including his encyclopedia were left to me.
The last phone call he tried to make was to me.
But I couldn't take it..
I was in a meeting.
He wanted to tell me something.
You have to meet the Prime Minister.
It's at 4 o'clock. - Yes. Should I also come?
No.
Greetings. - Greetings. Please be seated.
I don't get to see you these days, except at official meetings.
Too bad.
Thanks a lot, my friend. You are one real politician.
PM?
Yes, gentleman? - Sir, good evening. - Evening.
Ashutosh! - Yes, I am coming.
Do you speak Telugu? - No, sir.
Kannada? - No, sir.
Are you a Tamilian? - Sir, I am from Kerala.
Okay. So, you are a Malayalee?
Sir. - Here, sir.
Your father, Mr. Alexander.
Mr. Govindan Menon.
And Kandajalam Paramashiva Rao
your Prime Minister.
Mr. Alexander was a great friend
but you never came to visit me.
Sir.. - So, my son
Dr. Sudarshan again was a great friend.
He was always a friend to me.
He was my student too long back.
At the Government college of Engineering, Kadaloor.
Kadaloor.
Later, he became my advisor
on satellite technology.
So GK, let all the agencies investigate.
But I want an independent investigation to be conducted
by your most trusted
and most aggressive civil servant.
Sir. - I want you to bring me the truth.
The bare truth. - Sir!
But in what right, sir?
On an unwritten mandate from the Prime Minister of this nation.
Sir.. - With all the prerogatives of a Commission of Enquiry.
Sir?
There is a provision for it. - Sir.
Go ahead, my son. - Sir.
Thank you, sir.
'Here we see Mr. Raman Madhavan, National Security Advisor'
'paying respects to Dr. Sudarshan'.
And what would you read in that body language?
A bureaucrat? - No, sir. A politician.
Though not in the garb of one!
More scheming. Mightier.
Joseph. - More ruthless! He is after this house, sir.
No. 7 Race Course. He wants your house.
He is after your job, if not your life.
Stop it!
Prove it. - Yes, sir.
Do your best. - Thank you.
GK, what do you think?
Like father, like son! Am I right?
Move!
Sir, just a word.. - Move! - ...on Dr. Sudarshan's murder.
No comments.
Sir, it seems that you even criticised the Prime Minister
at the National Security Council yesterday.
Is it true that you even dared to state that we are a strong nation
but with a weak and ageing Prime Minister?
Absolute nonsense!
Mr. Subodh, now get out of my way!
Move! Move aside!
Sir, a call for you.
Yes? I will call you back.
What is the name of that reporter? Subhash? Subodh? - Sir?
Invite him for a drink. - Sir.
Tomorrow night at my farmhouse. - Sir.
Now that is exactly what Raman Madhavan
the National Security Director is all about.
Just look at the blaze.
Welcome. Please come.
The 'Iron Man' bureaucrat. Raman Madhavan.
Better introduced as our future Prime Minister.
I am Andre.
Peter. - We have met.
You have a great memory, sir. - I think yes.
You are reading Gopivallabha Theerthha's book 'Kundalini Yoga'?
My vehicle entered your gate at a speed of 20 kilometres per hour.
It has tinted bullet proof window glass.
Still, you managed to read the back cover of a book
I was holding in my hand, with the help of
the high definition night vision security camera at the gate.
Just before I attained salvation
I went into a state of absolute panic
and utter madness.
While shouting at the reporter, Subodh, to get out of your way
I saw the same madness in you.
The madness in your heart to grab power with both hands.
Yes. Sometimes power is madness.
Sometimes madness is power.
But even when you end someone's life with your bare hands
your mind should be in control.
At least, as a man who dreams of ruling this nation.
Yes, sir.
Any arm required for the nation, say, choppers, anti-missiles
jets, submarines
warships, anything saves a nuke
will be supplied by these people.
A single purchase stop for all warfare equipment.
The Army General and the Defense Purchase Secretary
were thrilled when they saw Romano brothers' catalogue. - Yes.
Their documentary film.
What do you say, Sachdev? - I liked everything.
And you, Gen. Kosalaramadasaru? - What you said is right.
It's the best way we can think of, sir.
But there is one hindrance. Your Prime Minister!
An arms deal worth Rs. 14.6 million.
The Romano proposal!
The Prime Minister rejected it in the meeting minutes
at yesterday's Defense Purchases Cabinet Subcommittee.
I know. Kandajalam Paramashiva Rao
is not grateful to me anymore.
As a power broker, I helped him survive a minority government.
He does not have faith in Chandramowlishwar anymore.
So, how do we reason with your Prime Minister, Sir?
No chance!
He is old school. Old fashioned. Hard to change.
Either the Prime Minister should have a change of heart
or the Prime Minister should change.
And if not, Kandajalam must bid goodbye to this world
never to return!
Once, when our nation went through a financial depression
many who desired the post of PM
the seasoned senior politicians, were out.
Instead, the then court Financial Advisor
Paramashiva Rao was selected for the Prime Minister's position.
So, what happens if the nation is under a security threat?
It will be! The politicians will then stand aside.
The National Security Advisor
will take over the position of PM. As his right
and not as a gift.
You can ask for it or take it by force.
Or else, I will spend millions and get
the Prime Minister's seat for my 'Iron Man' bureaucrat.
Deal? - Deal.
They are monks who came from across the Lanka sea
to learn yoga from us.
That is what the residents of my ashram think.
Sadhu Atulaprani.
alias Major Abu Jalal Rana.
Sadhu Itihasa alias Imtiaz Khan.
And so on.
They are not here to throw a random bomb in a crowd
or open fire on a throng of people.
They're here to make people realise
that our security agencies are incapable of guarding our nation.
These demons are capable and ready to do anything
including killing the number one in the political hierarchy
or anybody else.
Just tell them who, when, how and where.
Greetings, sir.
Shankar!
He will guide you in all your missions.
Sir, Ashutosh.. - Yes, he called.
Joseph Alex is investigating
Dr. Sudarshan's murder case. Isn't he? - Yes, sir.
Be careful when you come face to face with him.
Don't lose your cool. Don't betray yourself. - Never!
Holy Mother! I am fed up.
My son will never give me peace of mind.
He has started shooting and killing people again.
If his father were alive, I would have told him.
Now I am all alone.
Holy Father, I'm tired of this life.
Keep this too.
What is this, Mother?
Why are you disturbing the Holy Saints every day?
Kurup has prepared oats for you.
Ask him to gulp it down himself.
Damn his oats! - Why? What happened?
How long has it been since I came from my hometown?
Mom, I guess you came on.. - It's been eight days.
What can I say?
You come late at night and leave before dawn.
No one bothers to ask me if I ate or if I need anything.
I don't want to stay here like this. I'm done!
By the way, where are you going on a Sunday?
My job demands it. - No, wait! Get here..
What did you just say? - I was saying
that I have no leave on weekends.
In that case, neither do I.
I'll go back home.
Kurup! - Yes! - Pack my bags. - Okay.
Ask someone to book a flight ticket for Mrs. Alexander.
Kurup, where's my suitcase? - I'm coming!
A girl is here to meet you. I've asked her to wait.
I told her that your mother is here as well.
Is she here again?
I'd like to see her. - Wait! Who do you think she is?
She is from work and is here to see me. - There you go!
Very well said!
If she works with you, let her meet you in the office.
Why did she come to a bachelor's house to meet him? - Mom.
This guy is also aware of it. Kurup, you liar! - No..
When I came here this time
I realised that a girl has been visiting this house.
Mom, what are you talking about? - Such an innocent!
If girls haven't been visiting you, how did the maid find
such long hair on your bed?
The Sindhi maid told me.
Really? Mom, in which language did you speak to the maid?
Big deal! Before you were even born
your mother had to live with a North Indian family.
When your father was an MD at Safdarjung eight.
I get it. - Yes.
Indira was in the neighbourhood. I mean Indira Gandhi.
She used to ask me from the other side of the wall
if I had arrived, in Hindi.
It was during our walks.. - Oh..
Ma'am, listen to me. - Mom.. - Move aside. Let me see her.
I said, move! This guy is such a nuisance!
Oh, God! - Go with her, idiotic Kurup.
Okay. - I will change and be there.
After kidnapping her from Chengengheri in a fishing boat
has she changed at all, my dear Alexander?
Not bad. - Not bad at all.
But still, you can better yourself. - Do you want to try?
No, not yet.
So, what is this visit about?
Sir!
Official or personal? - Both.
Dr. Sudarshan, Dr. Emma John and Kishore Balakrishnan.
Within six days, you have closed the case.
Your National Investigations Directorate was pretty fast.
Yes, and I have sent the report to your Minister GK.
As instructed by Mr. Raman Madhavan, my boss.
Your ex-boss. - I got it and read it.
Sounds foolproof!
But you did not acknowledge a request that I sent you.
You did not even sign it.
Instead, you asked the messenger to speak to my dead father.
I want you to hand over all records, articles and exhibits
related to this case to me today.
I had inspected Kishore Balakrishnan's house.
Your men have taken everything away.
Kishore's books, personal effects, documents
diary notes, letters
laptop, system hard disk.
From a needle to a nail, even his under garments.
All were taken into custody by your men.
But none of these are listed
in the report exhibit statement.
So? - So, you better bring it all to my office.
Otherwise, you will have to bring everything sealed to me yourself.
If you dare give me that sarcastic smile again
I will get your house, office, the flats owned by your mistresses
raided in one go! Do you want to see that?
Those having many things to hide should not seek attention.
Do not take unnecessary risks.
Joseph! - Yes?
If you require a male assistance
at any stage of your investigation
just don't hesitate, boss.
Yeshwanth and Murugesh.
The best shooters around! They're professionals!
They can shoot at any range.
What do you say, boys?
Murugesh, did you hurt your knuckles?
He punched a guy in a fist fight at the bar in our club.
The other guy had to get eight stitches on his chin.
Explain it to him.
I suffered a hairline fracture. - He is a boxer.
Shankar, he may be a boxer or a German Shepherd.
The next time you buy a dog, don't check the dumpster.
Look for intelligent breeds.
Look for a better pedigree.
Joseph. - Yes, I was informed.
I am Dr. Mercy Mathew, a native of Thiruvalla.
Reports, diagrams. Everything is in here.
What procedure are you following?
You are not from the police, right? - No.
Just a normal investigation.
Everything is in it. I've had special mentions for being
the best forensic technician in the state service twice. - Good.
Everything is normal.
He died due to suffocation.
He drowned and suffocated, right? - Yes.
How much water was there in his lungs? - What?
What was the quantity of water in Kishore Balakrishnan's lungs?
It was approximately..
I want the exact figures in the report.
Yes, I will correct it.
No, I am going to keep this.
For a special mention about you in my reports.
There is a pesticide factory 500 meters upriver from where
we found Kishore Balakrishnan's vehicle.
Ambalal Chemicals. Have you heard of it? - Sir?
Two months ago, the farmers went on strike
to close the Ambalal factory
as the water was being contaminated by poisonous chemicals.
Sir, why are you telling this to..
In the strike, two children holding flags were killed in police firing.
They died in the police shootout.
So, I remember this incident. - Sir, please.
You didn't get my point, did you?
If Balakrishnan drowned in the same place where his car was found
the water in his lungs should have the same
poisonous chemicals that is found in the river
in the same proportions in the Viscera Test, right?
Sir? - I want your report
first thing tomorrow morning with every bit of detail.
Sir!
This is Dr. Sudarshan and this is Dr. Emma John.
The girl he eloped with was beautiful.
I'm the one who cut them open and examined them.
Mister.. Dr. Mahadevan, please continue. - Okay.
Now, just look at the slant.
The bullet passed through his forehead
piercing the skull bones.
If it had to travel this way, it means..
How tall are you, sir? 5 feet 11 inches or 6 feet?
Yes, almost.
That's it! From almost the same height.
See, by pointing to the head like this. Do you see?
One bullet each for both.
Fired in professional, balanced, perfect shots at point blank range!
Weapon details. Ballistic findings.
This report contains everything.
Anything more? - Yes.
This. Come on!
You idiot! Come on. Look at this.
It's the right hand of Kishore Balakrishnan. The one you examined.
He broke seven bones in his right hand when his two wheeler skidded.
A steel rod was inserted into his hand six months ago.
I checked.
When you cut open his body on the post-mortem table, you missed this.
This is not mentioned in your report. - Sir, I..
Now, come on. Weigh this.
Sir.
What is its weight? - 1.5 kg. - That's it!
Would a man implanted with a steel rod in his hand
six months ago for seven fractures be able to hold this gun steady?
No, sir.
At point blank range, he wouldn't be able to shoot
a perfect, balanced, professional shot.
Would he be? - No, sir. - Okay.
Then write me a perfect, balanced and professional report. - Sir.
Or else, your ugly face will be the one hung on the X-ray projector.
Sir, testimony and camera clippings from the Analysis Centre.
Sir, here are the call records. I've cross checked them.
Dr. Sudarshan, Dr. Emma and Kishore. - Keep them. - Sir.
Get records of Mahadevan and Mercy Mathew.
We have to dig their antecedents. - Sir.
Especially old court records, controversial cases and so on.
Wait, don't fire!
Leave it.
Sir, any valuables? - Nothing.
Sir, fingerprints?
A man doing this outside the Forensic Centre
will not leave any fingerprints.
He must've put on a pair of gloves.
Keep track of calls, contacts, visitors, trips, everything. - Sir?
Of Mahadevan and Mercy Mathew. - Sir.
Sorry.
I got a call from the office.
Oh, God! Is this how you behave when I got a little late?
Where on earth did you get this voice?
Do you have a cough? - No.
Then why did you cough now? - I said no.
You deserve an award for having lived with GK.
He is so incorrigible.
What did you say? - Are you deaf?
My foot!
Oh, God! Serves you right.
No.
You're so stubborn.
GK, why are you being so stoic? Whom are you angry with?
Tomorrow is the due date for my health check-up.
Did you check it? Does anyone remember it?
Oh, no! I'm so sorry. I completely forgot.
You should learn from your mother.
She was a perfectionist.
You're right. I did not inherit any quality from my mom.
I only inherited the cunningness of a shrewd politician, right?
Give it to me.
All appointments after 5 p.m. tomorrow are cancelled.
I've called and asked Mrs. Dutta to ensure that.
Your check up is at 5:45 p.m. sharp by Dr. Zacharia Mathew, AIMS.
I will slap you.
Now tell me, whose qualities I have inherited? Yours or my mom's?
The both of ours. - Both?
Shall we change this? - Yes.
Listen..
Tomorrow, when that guy comes to meet you, ask him to see me too.
Who? - The man from Thevallipparambil.
You mean Joseph? - Yes.
It's a suspense.
So, Kishore Balakrishnan is not the murderer.
His suicide was also fake. - Yes, sir.
Then why didn't you thrash the doctor who did the post-mortem
and the girl who did the forensic test?
No, let's stick to the story
to satisfy the one who made it up.
Didn't you question the other staff of this centre?
Nothing leading. Except for Kishore's odd behaviour.
Here are the testimonies and the phone call details.
Sir, the last call made by Emma John
was to her daughter Chandni.
This is Dr. Sudarshan's call list.
He rarely made or received calls.
And his last call was to me.
Sir, here's Kishore's last call.
After turning off the mobile jammer in the south wing of the centre
Kishore called Maa Bodha.
Bodheswari Mata.
A female counsellor in Chandan Baba
or Chandramowlishwar's institution.
Were you shocked to hear Chandramowlishwar's name?
No! Why should I be shocked?
Yes, you were. - No.
Once, when a non-confidence motion was passed in Parliament
you took Chandramowlishwar along to bribe a MP from Jharkhand.
He didn't do that of his own will. Those were the PM's instructions.
The cash we got for that.. - Shut up, you fool!
Did anyone ask for your comments?
You continue. - Sir, to wrap up
before Dr. Sudarshan and Dr. Emma were killed
a secret message was intercepted and decoded
at the Research Centre but the details are not available.
Everything just vanished into a cyber-black hole.
It was a hack sponsored by Pakistan the same night.
The report has not come to the concerned Minister yet.
I stole this from the PM's office.
Speak softly. There are hidden cameras
in every Minister's room
by order of that old man
the Prime Minister.
Sir, the message that could not reach you
is the real reason behind
Dr. Sudarshan's and Dr. Emma John's murder.
This is what I believe, sir.
And with your permission
I will have to question Nair too. - Me? But why? I..
Because I see fear on your face.
And also, because you insulted the doctor when he called.
But sir, I.. - Joseph!
Achu, I mean, my daughter Nanda wants to see you. - Sir?
After all, she is in the media.
Sir, I'm just adding some pep to it.
Should be through in one hour.
Jenny? He's a brute!
Just give me a minute. Keep him happy till I come.
I'll be right there. Also, track Ali immediately.
Why did Jenny, the receptionist, laugh while over the phone?
I don't know.
Did you tell her I was a brute?
Yes. - Over the phone?
Oh, crap! No, I was just..
Sorry. I was just kidding.
Your voice over the phone wasn't too clear, but I'm sure now.
Sorry. I was only joking.
Come on. Show me.
The night Dr. Sudarshan was murdered
our photographer, Ali Imran
happened to shoot this.
He is pure of heart.
I mean, Ali Imran is a good man.
About three years ago
Ali shot a visual feature against police atrocities in the city.
Because of that some officers got punished.
A group of those officers attempted.
A typical hit and run case!
Ali lost his wife and his five year old son in that accident.
Ali lost his right leg.
Sorry, boss. I got stuck. Press meet, Delhi CM.
I just gave him an introduction. Now, you tell him.
Nothing much, boss. I think it's just a.. Some fantasy.
When they said immoral trafficking, he thought of leaving.
But thanks to his photographer's instincts
he shot those pictures.
But he is not sure.
Come on. - He saw a pale face inside the car which he doubts
was Dr. Sudarshan's.
Ali has now been able to identify him.
Sir, I'm not sure. There is no proof of anything.
It's just.. - It's okay.
If you remember something, anything more, take my number.
Sure, boss. - Thanks.
Take care. - Sure.
Excuse me. I forgot to give you this.
This has all the photos that Ali exposed.
Are you not going to thank me?
Why didn't you tell your father about Ali?
Maybe I made a mistake by telling you.
Come on, why?
Because I trust you more. And also, because..
There's something else.. Not now. I will tell you next time.
See you.
It's easy to cook up stories and write in the newspapers.
You should also be always alert.
Sure. - Stop!
What else did you want to tell me?
Oh, that?
It's just an admiration I have for you
after hearing stories about you from my dad.
That's all.
Nothing more, nothing less!
Careful.
What are you doing? Get out of here.
Old man, who are you? What are you here for? - Leave him!
Speak up! Take him inside. - Dad! No, please!
Move! - My child!
Sir, please leave him! - Move. - Oh, no! Let him go.
No! - Speak up! - Hey!
Bharath!
Bharath Chandran, IPS!
Sir? - Yes.
I have trained you for SPG. - Sir. - But not for this.
What is this? - But sir, this man..
Sir, the day before yesterday, we had an incident.
An old man armed and dressed like him tried to trespass..
So what? His attire.. Is that your problem?
Your attitude is wrong!
If someone has a prayer mark on his forehead
or is wearing a cap and sports a beard
or ties a green belt around his waist
you immediately label him a terrorist. Right? - Sir..
Yes, if every policeman becomes so judgmental
our country will be doomed! It will be destroyed.
It won't be long until our nation is divided again.
This is also the colour of the national flag we salute.
Don't forget that. No one should forget that.
Oh, my God.
Who are you? Why did you come here amidst this chaos?
The matter is..
My son-in-law Nasir
and my daughter
used to sell tender coconut on the footpath.
Hey, what's that? - Sir, Horlicks. - Give it to him.
Sir, this is for Mr. Manoranjan.
Shut up! I'll take only one glass.
'In spite of having registered a complaint'
'with the Delhi police regarding loss of his ID and driving license'
'Nasir Mohammed was taken in by the NID.'
'The assailants had used Nasir's ID to avail SIM cards.'
'Though evidence, this did not suffice'
'to save the innocent young man.'
'Nasir has now served nine months in Delhi Prison.'
Nasir was robbed in Delhi and he lost his ID and license.
The assailants used it to procure a SIM card.
When they were arrested in a bomb blast case
your son-in-law Nasir, who was innocent
was sent to jail and he has been there for nine months.
Four months ago, we came here to see him.
But this time, when we came
all we were told was he was shifted to another prison. No one tells us
where he is.
We've been roaming around
the Minister's office for a week. - Okay.
Today, they gave us a note
and dropped us here
to see the Minister.
Let's not discuss this further. - But..
He is coming. Shall I tell the Minister about it?
No, sir. He knows me.
I've never charged him for the many juices he's had from my shop.
He is a nice man.
Ibrahim. - Hey.. Oh, no!
Who are you?
I-I'm Babu.
Let go of my hand.
Take him away! - Oh, God!
Dad! - Rascal!
He has a genuine grievance. Please help him.
I see. Who are you? I don't know you.
Don't you remember him? He's the Commissioner from Calicut.
Keep your mouth shut.
Who are you to help this useless fellow?
Shut up, you rascal!
Do you remember this face?
I was the SP at Malappuram some time ago.
You were Kondoty Ibrahim, a petty pickpocket.
You!
I arrested you on a complaint
from Kunjumoidin Sahib, an old smuggler.
For stealing his wallet and Rado watch from his boxers.
Hey, mister!
I've arrested you seven more times for gambling, visa fraud
counterfeit notes, smuggling
immoral trafficking and pimping.
Illicit hooch!
There were no crimes we didn't have on you.
Then you worked for Kunjumoidin for a long time as his pimp.
And when he died, you bought the position of MP in Rajya Sabha
for 50 million in Dubai currency. And now you're a Minister.
You don't recognise anyone anymore, do you?
Call the Minister and get him transferred immediately.
Yes, call the Home Minister.
Your boss, Kunjumoidin, also tried to get rid of me.
Call him up! Will you get me transferred? I don't care!
I don't give a shit!
Sir! What brings you here? What's going on?
I'm on an assignment.
Take Mr. Babu to Ms. Kalpana Nagarwala.
IG Presence, Delhi.
Go and meet her right away. I will call and inform her.
Sir! - Go.
Get out of my way!
Why is he like this?
Because I was born that way!
'The Commissioner.'
Boss!
Excuse me! Stop there!
My bike!
Come on. Move out!
Mom!
Come quickly.
Bullshit!
It's nothing serious, just a minor abrasion.
Bharath Chandran, Inspector General, Kerala Cadre.
I've seen you once outside a court room. - Oh.
During Mohan Thomas's case trial.
Yes, I have also seen you during a trial in a fast track court
against that MP manipulator. The Prince case.
What brings you here? - I'm on deputation.
Officer on special assignment
to assist the distinguished but unofficial commission investigating
Dr. Sudarshan's assassination mystery.
Your minister, GK, had called me
to provide you with perfect protection.
What if I don't need it?
You'll need it for this attitude you have!
This tit for tat, eye for an eye
for the notoriously dangerous Thevallipparambil temperament.
Having a police presence round the clock is good.
Rascal! - Excuse me?
So, it was you who opened my car and checked my files
outside the Forensic Research Centre.
How did you know that? - Common sense.
In a research centre surrounded by policemen
only a police officer such as you would dare do that.
And you fit the slot too well.
What the hell were you digging for?
Files, documents
and all records related to this case.
Do you want a drink? - I wouldn't mind. Double large.
Stiff!
Ali Imran is not answering his phone.
How is he? - No fractures. It's nothing, just bruises.
Kurup!
Good Lord!
What do I see here?
What happened to him?
Who is this young man? - Mom, he is.. - Oh, God!
He is bleeding profusely. Do you see that?
Kurup, get some coffee powder and sugar.
Let me apply it to stop the bleeding.
Mom, that's not required.
She is a doctor. She will dress it up.
Mom, please move aside.
Oh, no! Were you a doctor?
I didn't realise that as I was tense.
In that case, go ahead.
Anyway, who are you?
Aren't you Kunjachanmattile Sunny?
You stole money from my purse and ran away to join the Army.
Mom, he is Bharath Chandran. Police IG. He's with me now.
Oh! Why didn't you say so?
So, you ran after thieves and stumbled, didn't you?
Kurup, tell the Sindhi maid
to give some beef soup.
There may be an internal injury.
He is fine now. Go inside.
Oh, yeah! As if you know everything.
Sindhi girl, come here.
Where are you? - Ma'am, she is inside.
Nanda, any news? Oh, that's such a shame.
Keep on trying.
What now? - Ali Imran does not take calls on odd dates.
Now get ready. Let's track him.
I am sorry. We could do nothing.
Death was instantaneous. Just one bullet but fatal enough.
I'll send you the reports today itself. - Yes.
Do they need any help?
We'll take care of everything. You carry on.
Thanks. - Please.
Bharath, one moment. - Yes.
Mr. Singh. - Sir?
Take care of them and keep me posted. - Sir.
Something else is on your mind. Is it Dr. Mahadevan?
Yes, we'll take him in. - Should we rush there?
'SIT. Kind attention, sir. We've traced the assailant's vehicle.'
'13 Kamalamati Marg, Agra road. SIT repeat.'
'SIT. Kind attention. Sir, we've traced the assailant's vehicle.'
Shall we?
No! Take a right turn towards Vasant Kunj.
Sir, this way.
Sir, please.
Pillayarpetti Murugeshan. Yeswanth Sawant Sarkar.
First rate khaki clad criminals. Terminators.
Two bodies lie frozen
in the city mortuary.
Next to that lies Mid-Day photographer Ali Imran's body.
Dr. Mahadevan. Forensic Analyst, Mercy Mathew Mannanickal.
Even when you're surrounded by corpses
you seem to be not affected at all.
Shankaran Ramadasan is enjoying his life here
in such coy, coquettish company
in lavish lustrous abandon.
Unruffled. Unshaken. Unshattered.
Unflinching too, Bharath Chandran.
You gave some advice that day. I took it.
Better pedigree.
If you have any doubt during the investigation, you may ask me.
You're welcome.
If it's coy, coquettish that you wish
come on, be my guest.
You just gave me a list of the people who died.
If the purpose of your visit is to convict me for those murders
you better get lost, Joseph.
Or else, I will add two more names to the list.
Joseph Alex and Bharath Chandran!
Without any trace of evidence.
Just like I killed your old buddy, Sudarshan.
Do you want to see that?
You rogue!
You bloody orphan!
Not at all! You should meet my father!
He is as stout and tall and hefty as me.
He still serves in the Delhi police.
Isn't your father Mustafa Miran, the wrestler Head Constable?
Yes, sir. - You brute!
You scoundrel!
Your pals are lying next door.
Do you want me to call them for help?
So, you didn't leave a shred of evidence, did you?
Your accomplices killed them all one by one, whosoever they were.
But you did it! You left some evidence behind
in a nice blazing trail.
Yes. The Delhi Metro Traffic surveillance cameras
have captured enough to get you on to the gallows.
Yes. The night Dr. Sudarshan was killed
you got a call an hour before the incident
on your personal number from Maa Bodheshwari.
And the call duration is just 1 minute and 37 seconds.
Conversation details not available.
Within the next few seconds
the cameras at Patel Marg captured you speeding in your car.
India's most prestigious National Investigations Agency's
vehicle with the red light on top took a desperate, frantic U-turn
upsetting all traffic rules.
We worked all night
and tracked all the routes
your vehicle had passed through
for the next hour
in the Delhi Metro suburban.
From the pile of recorded videos of the Delhi Traffic department
we were given every movement of your car, junction by junction.
And it was given by none other than a lady you humiliated once.
SP Traffic, Varsha Bhanot!
Dr. Sudarshan and Dr. Emma John's post-mortem review report.
No, not the one you got manipulated by Mahadevan
but a credible, authentic
indisputable report written by an honest man is with me.
Both of them died at the same time. 11:15 p.m.
Just 10 minutes before
at Pataudi Avenue petrol bunk mall
the night camera captured
images of Dr. Sudarshan alive.
We even have testimonies to prove it.
And at the same time, in around a 10 km radius
your official car is seen frantically speeding around
on no specific mission.
And then, from Zakir Hussain Marg, 5th Cross traffic junction
as soon as Dr. Sudarshan's car passed by
two police vehicles were seen following him.
And now, this one!
The same vehicles are seen here in the photos that led to the death
of Mid-Day photographer Ali Imran.
Yeshwant and Murugesh, right?
And seven minutes before Dr. Sudarshan died
the camera at the traffic junction through which his car passed
also showed your car.
Six minutes after his death, you return through the same route.
And later, Dr. Sudarshan's car
which we found abandoned at Sultanpur road
was seen driven by your loyalist.
Your personal gunman, Fakhrudin Iqbal from Uttaranchal.
A person with a criminal history. And he is missing now.
On the desk of Delhi Crime Branch DG
lies a missing person petition filed by his wife.
Shut up! All this is bullshit!
Write a charge sheet with all this and submit it, Joseph.
Any damn court in this country will throw it away!
To hell with your metro traffic camera records!
Varsha Bhanot and Fakhrudin! - Shut up! - Obaid, no!
Nothing can harm me.
You may trap me in any murder case, but I will come out unstained.
I will be saved by people who can even take over this nation.
Do you want to see? Come on! Take me in!
Take me to court if you have the spine!
Shut up, you scoundrel!
No matter how much you scream, we won't let your voice get out!
But we are not taking you in, Shankar.
Not booking you! Never! - Not in custody! Not under arrest!
No court. No investigation. No trial.
And not a single person to bail you out.
You will remain in this dark room under Obaid's supervision.
You will perish in unrecorded detention.
In unlawful apprehension! - No!
Yes! Let your powerful mentors come in search of you.
The ones you said who can take control of our country!
The ones you call your masters!
Your saviours
who gave you orders to shoot Dr. Sudarshan.
Your spiritual conspirator in Vidharbha Prathisthan.
Arms trader saint!
Chandramowlishwar Konar, the demigod!
Or his faithful follower who wishes to become the Prime Minister
the power-hungry, rotten, bureaucrat rascal!
Raman Madhavan, your boss!
Whoever it is, let them come and save
this man who wears a police uniform
to hide all his atrocities. The man who put
everything he had, including body and soul, for sale!
Let them seek you out, Shankar. We will wait for them.
Just remember that!
The Prime Minister called and verbally asked me for the report.
He asked me to meet him in the evening. - Sir.
What did you do to Shankar, the fool?
Who out of the two of you thrashed him more?
I'm sure it's him. After all, he is a policeman.
Sir, he was holding strong till last night.
He neither spoke a word nor committed to anything.
Did you inform his wife?
Sir, she knows that their house is under our vigilance.
She has been restricted from leaving the house.
No visitors. We are tapping their calls as well.
She knows that. She is too smart a cookie. - Yes.
She is very cunning, cautious and calculative.
But for how many days are you going to detain him?
There is no record of arrest or trial. He is locked in a dark room.
Hasn't it been 78 hours now?
Sir, there's more. Until last night, he was violent.
So were we.
But this morning, there was a breakthrough.
He just broke down. Mellowed.
This morning, when Obaid gave him coffee, he wanted to meet Bharath.
Did you inject him with something for this sudden change?
We had to, in his sleep. Three shots of short acting barbiturate.
Thiopental sodium.
My God!
Shankar will testify in-camera
tomorrow morning at 11'o clock
in the court room without saying a word to us.
Arrangements? - Perfect.
Who will hear the testimony? - Sir, that is Justice Mrs..
Your old.. - What? - Follower.
You have supported her at many stages of her promotions.
Joseph!
Justice Eliyamma Pettikaran.
PG!
She was your mother's batch mate at law college.
Really?
But she.. I mean her..
Yes, she. Sorry, that's her.
She is too morose.
She talks about procedures at times.
She may ask us to approach her through proper channels.
But we need Shankar's written testimony tomorrow itself.
Without deletions.
Please call her and tell her.
No way! She is an ungrateful woman.
Last week, when I gave her a hint regarding Mr. Amar Siddhi's bail
she hung up on me! Useless!
Now, if this idiot Shankar gets into the chamber
and ends up telling her that you thrashed him
Eliyamma will order arrests for both of you.
In that case, there is only one way out. - What is it?
The Justice's son is a wild one.
A JNU dropout and drug addict. Vincent John Pettikaran.
We bribed him yesterday. - For what?
Just like the PM stuck a chewing gum camera in your office toilet.
Chewing gum. - Yes, chewing gum.
Inside which there will be a small camera with a voice recorder.
The son will plant
that inside his mom's handbag.
The handbag will be kept in the correct position by her peon
so we can clearly look through.. - Hey!
Her handbag, sir! - Okay.
Be very careful. - Sir.
Oh. - I need to finish working on a file.
Rashid Ali Khan. Delhi Mid-Day Kathmandu reporter.
Want to talk to him? - Not now.. - Hey!
What's the story about Eliyamma? - Go and ask your father.
Take your hands off me. - Let's go! - You brute!
Bharath, please give me a clue at least. - Well..
Why don't you go and ask your father?
They are both brutes!
Goddess! Mother!
The breeze brings in your fragrance
to indicate your arrival.
Your presence is felt.
Via Kolkata by road.
This morning, you came from Nepal
as usual, without any prior notice.
In your absence, Maa Bodhishwari Maya
will have to go to Kathmandu
and live there for a few years.
All her phone calls
to Shankar and Kishore Balakrishnan have been traced by them.
The team investigating the Sudarshan case..
Your breathing
indicates an unfamiliar emotion.
I guess you're here with bad news.
You're right, sir.
Your frown, raised eyebrows
and tense expression.
Isn't it Raman Madhavan
who is waiting outside to meet you?
Where is Shankar?
No one has a clue. Neither Intelligence nor NID.
Not even Ramji's most loyal men.
No trace as yet.
But Shankar is going to testify tomorrow in front of Justice Mrs..
Once a person has spent
an entire day
and night in enemy's custody
you must start suspecting him
no matter how true he may be.
He becomes as dangerous as an enemy.
He is even worse than an enemy.
The Pakistan Army Chief and the Indian Security Advisor
are together at one meeting.
If I record this scene
I can blackmail the future Prime Minister of India for life.
You already have enough on me, sir.
The two of you have gone through many ordeals. It's time to hide.
I told you about Shankar, didn't I?
When and how?
I will brief you.
What comes after that? - After that, your final mission.
The primary reason for you to come to India.
Project Raman Madhavan.
Raman Madhavan succeeds the throne of the Prime Minister
and replaces Khandajalam, the current PM.
The first thing he will do is sign your documents.
General Sikander Bakthiyar's, Defense Minister Mahmood Khan's
and your joint venture. The Romano Proposal.
The profits from this arms deal
will be wired to the Hong Kong bank accounts of all three of you.
Do you understand?
In the Goddess' commune here
Major Rana is learning Malayalam.
Without the knowledge of the Minister and the General..
You will get an extra cut from our kitty.
It's a deal.
Come here.
Did you summon me? - Yes.
Tell your brother, Muthuvel, to come here and meet me.
Today. - Okay, sir.
Call and inform the Justice. - Okay.
Day after tomorrow, when we leave to see Shankar
I should have the most beautiful and fragrant flowers
from Vidharba Prathisthan in my hands.
The holy ashes!
Hail Lord Bhairava!
Sign it.
Go..
Sir, your gun, please.
Here.
Sir, your gun, please.
What? - It's not allowed inside.
Come on, give it back to me. - Sir.
Nobody would dare step into my court premises
while in possession of arms.
You keep it and issue them a receipt. - Okay.
PG.. - Yes, PG.
Ma'am.
Shankar?
Come on, speak up! Who shot you?
Shankar.
Abu Jalal Rana!
Good morning. - Good morning, sir.
Have you reached early? - Sir, you're late. - Shall we?
This morning at the emergency Core Committee meeting
they just cornered me
due to yesterday's court issue.
Home Minister Palliver Mariyappan.
The regular Core Committee opponents.
Everybody got a chance to target me.
Failure of the Ministry of Internal Security!
Their actual target was PM Khandajalam and not me.
I expected the PM to defend me, but he did not.
You summoned Krishnan this morning, didn't you?
Yes, sir. - Did you beat him?
No, sir. We didn't. We got close to it.
Don't act smart with me!
Sir, that night Dr. Sudarshan called Krishnan Nair to discuss
some important matters regarding the security of this nation.
We heard the telephone records at the Analysis Centre.
He had requested for the first appointment next morning.
On finishing the doctor's call, Nair called another number.
It was Raman Madhavan's number.
Idiot! - Sir, right now, we don't have much.
Nair is under our observation.
You confirmed everything was foolproof. Then where did you fail?
Sir, the onus is on the IGP, Special Investigation Cell.
He failed to strengthen security at the main gate of the court.
Come on, don't bullshit! - Shut up!
Mind your tongue! - Sir.
Mrs. Kaur, send me those reports. The US Embassy file.
See this. Extremely confidential. Classified.
Report by FBI regarding Dr. Sudarshan's murder.
It is from the US embassy through PMO. - Sir.
I have read the report.
Assumptions are accurate. Findings are foolproof. Authentic.
Right now, there is a terrorist group
operating in India on an unspecified mission.
Sir, we had the same intelligence lead.
The satellite message indicating the arrival of the terrorist gang
was intercepted by the brilliant Dr. Emma John
on that ill-fated night.
The other day, I told you about the secrets having vanished.
But the information was retrieved from the Analysis Centre servers
by Dr. Sudarshan's students and fellow workers.
Sir, it's the same gang we read about in the US agency's reports.
No images. No photographs.
No details with any agency in the world.
Even this face has been changed by cosmetic surgery many times.
The German doctor who performed the last surgery was found dead
five months ago on an African safari.
The doctor was said to have been killed by a tiger.
It's the same name Shankar Ramadas uttered while breathing his last.
Abu Jalal Rana!
Sir, right now he is within our reach.
We found the corpse of the driver Braganza in the tank.
Shankar, Mercy Mathew, Mahadevan, Ali Imran
Murugesh and Yeshwant! Behind each murder is the same man!
Abu Jalal Rana!
But how did Rana know about Shankar's testimony?
Sir, we had leaked Shankar's decision
only to one person intentionally. And that was to his wife.
We did that through Nanda. - What?
Seriously? - Sir.
It was just an anonymous phone call from Nanda's newspaper
asking to confirm if the news about Shankar was true.
We just wanted to see if someone would come to save Shankar.
But your plan was foiled. Right?
Sir, that night Shankar's wife had a visitor
from Vidharbha Prathistha and she passed the information.
Who is this demon?
Sir, this is Viravel Muthu, son of Muthu Vinayakan from Tripuraram.
Alias Kangala Muthu.
Now, in the care of Swami Chandramowlishwar
from Vidharbha Prathisthan.
Sir, he has a twin brother named Muthuvel Muthu.
That's him.
But how?
Sir, PG! - Excuse me?
Sorry. Sir, sorry.
These are the images retrieved
from the camera that we had hidden in Mrs. Petikaran's handbag.
We got the visuals intact because of that camera.
We also had the visuals caught on the court corridor camera.
This is a compilation of both.
And sir, we're very sorry to tell you.
We did something very atrocious this morning.
The law doesn't permit us to do such an act.
Grace be to God.
May it be so forever.
Ma'am, please come.
Mrs. Pettikaran is not a regular visitor to Vidharbha Prathisthan.
But Kangala Muthu's twin brother
and her gunman, Muthuvel Muthu, ex-SPG
was recommended to her by Chandramowlishwar
six months ago. It was only a coincidence.
But he proved to be useful to Chandramowlishwar.
After her son's recovery at Baba's de-addiction centre
she became his devotee.
Mrs. Pettikaran has been enamoured by Chandramowlishwar.
But sir, there is nothing spiritual.
It's purely sensual. A totally illicit bond.
They had a relationship which was definitely not spiritual.
A strong bond!
So, what next?
Now, it is going to be face to face.
Kangala Muthu, Abu Jalal Rana, Chandramowlishwar
or Raman Madhavan. We can expect any of them
to come face to face with us very soon.
You washed your hands off it. Nicely done! - Excuse me?
I meant you shifted the blame on me. - I get it.
Joseph Alex got into the good books of the Minister.
The onus is on IGP Special Investigation Cell! Damn!
I did not lie. I kept asking you if everything was alright
and you said everything was fine. You were just boasting.
You ruined everything.
At least, we got out unharmed.
You know who messed it all up.
Idiot! - Stop abusing now!
Come on, you cannot boss me around. - I can.
And I will! I am the boss.
You are assigned to assist me.
Assist in capital letters!
You are just a crutch to help the investigation commission
operating on the special mandate of the Indian Prime Minister.
If asked to, you should even carry my suitcase. That's your job.
There you are! You have high hopes!
This is the typical inferiority complex of all IAS guys
towards the IPS just because we're strong and capable.
You envy us.
This is the true nature of police. Always looking for excuses.
Go! Get the car!
I got it.
Hey, you! Stop it!
Stop it, you brats!
GK's two trusted henchmen should not fight in public.
A dirty fist fight! And that too, in here of all places!
You, come and meet me alone.
My office will call you.
So, GK's trusted henchmen' choice of place for a fist fight
did not please Sir at all.
But that last punch was nasty.
It actually hurt. - Do you want to ease the pain?
Double large.
Neat? - Done.
'And now, passengers please..' - Come.
Get him!
The wild combination of the scent of a woman and vodka.
A scintillating scent of wine and woman
in a fusion.
In memory of my old Saint Petersburg days.
The whirlpool of an investigation
which hasn't gone anywhere.
Your Minister doesn't trust you anymore.
That's why GK appointed
a rugged IPS assistant for you.
I can see the frustration pulsate on your temple.
Right here.
Relax. - Sir.
There are no juniors
in Raman Madhavan's service tenure
who has ever shared a drink with me.
But he will.
On the day when I left Kerala and joined the Central cadre
didn't you shake hands with me while blowing smoke
of a cigarette of some weird brand on my face?
Sir, I do not remember.
I have heard about your legendary line
that you have an extra bone.
I must say you have an extra bone and I like it.
I'm sure you did not call me to talk about my so-called attributes.
You want to come to the point, Joseph.
I know you're lying that your investigation has reached nowhere.
I know how far and how deep you have penetrated.
Now, do you feel like having a drink?
I don't require the extra nerve of a drink to show my skills off.
My biography, 'The Iron Man Bureaucrat'
'The Iron Man' of the IAS. The story of my life
will be published by Orient International the next month.
I will send you the foreword.
You must read it without fail.
A rehabilitation centre in the old city of Mysore.
My mother's second husband, Brigadier Balabhaskara Varma.
I shot him down
with his own military pistol.
In the juvenile cell, there was a boy four years younger to me.
He was a simple and innocent boy.
His name was Chandramowlishwar.
Convicted of cold blooded murder.
He was with me in the same cell.
We shared a torn mat for three and a half years.
It's so unholy an affiliation, Joseph.
I wiped out my previous history and joined the IAS.
Escalating heights, Raman Madhavan, the moron.
I don't have anything more to convince you.
But let me tell you. Dr. Sudarshan's murder case
needs to be closed right here with the end of Shankar's life.
Stop your investigations right away!
I want it to stop! - Sir, what the damn..
I am coming to it! I know!
I can't buy Joseph Alex out with money.
If I try to bribe you with authority
I know Alexander's son will still not give in.
Come on, fix him a rude drink. - Yes.
But I have information that may seduce you.
India. It's future and safety!
When the enemy's armies, jets, missiles
and nukes surround our nation
your fragile PM, Khandajilam, won't be able to fight back.
He can't protect the nation.
Instead, the ultimate master of the nation's safety
'The Iron Man' bureaucrat Raman Madhavan will.
I will have direct entry to the number seven race course.
I am willing to offer you a seat next to my throne.
Second among equals as my Principal Secretary.
My powerful next-in-command! That's my offer.
I called you to offer this. Take it!
Sir, you have a gun license.
A vintage piece from your Saint Petersburg days.
A Nikolai Fyodorovich Makarov nine milimeter.
An old Soviet war pistol.
If you have it, please keep it ready and loaded.
Not to use against your enemies, but for yourself. - What the..
Sir, to shoot yourself!
To point towards your forehead
and to kill yourself.
I will kill you, in the same way I got Shankar killed.
Like hell they will!
Excuse me?
You want to grab the number seven race course spot
and the Prime Minister's position to rule this country.
The price tag you offered me was as your second in command.
Second among equals! Raman Madhavan, shove it up yours!
Joseph! - If Raman Madhavan says so
any administrative officer in the Ministry or Cabinet can be fired.
But Joseph is not one among them. - Hey!
But your nerve, your arrogance
your boast that you own the Indian Administrative Service..
Your wretched, repulsive, nauseating audacity!
You will have to pay for it with your life!
How dare you! - I dare!
You were right when you said you could seduce me with India.
That word is enough for me
to stand against the enemies of my country!
And for that, I have an extra spine!
Joseph has courage!
An extra spine!
Keep your eyes open! Search the whole campus! - Sir!
Come on, all of you! Move!
Get out of our way!
Please. Not beyond this. You have no permission.
Get out of my way!
Hey, you cannot!
You! - Don't!
You're just the same as I heard. Bharath Chandran!
He is an old county level champion in the US.
Ex-marine. Explosive specialist and much more.
But the first punch in any fight
is crucial. - Sir?
Your nose is broken. Go and get some first aid.
Yes, sir.
Yes. - Serve the warrant. - Sir.
A warrant to raid my Vidharba Prathisthan premises!
A copy of this same warrant was brought to me yesterday
signed by Anand Mahadeva Sharma
the Additional District Magistrate.
They are making a new judges' panel in Delhi. He wanted a seat there.
So, he came to me for a boon.
Justice Shayya introduced us.
Her uncle vouched for Sharma.
Mohan Patwardhan, Member of Parliament.
Go ahead. Search! - Sir!
Files, folders, systems, laptops, camera, gadgets
and digital records.
Search every nook and corner of his bedroom and the whole place!
Go! - Sir.
Just a minute, dear.
You may proceed now.
Go.
Take him with you. - Sir.
Go with her! - Come.
Sir!
All the residents of my institution have gone on a pilgrimage tour
with Maa Bodheshwari, a week ago.
They are now in Kathmandu.
Outside India.
Beyond the limits of your Special Investigation Cell.
Only foreigners on a spiritual tour
are here right now.
The moment you tracked the phone calls of Bodheshwari
I was expecting you, Bharat Chandran.
I was waiting to hear the sound of the police boots
on the front steps of Vidharba Prathisthan.
I knew of every move made by you and Joseph
from the beginning of the investigation.
Sitting here, I knew everything.
When you saw
Shankar Ramadas breathing his last
the two of you should have realised my power!
You and Joseph!
My clout is beyond your dreams
and beyond your reach!
My influence extends beyond your Prime Minister's limits.
You will not be able to touch me! No law and order can!
That's my power!
Veerabhadra Chandramowlishwar Maharaja!
Shut up, you rascal!
Stop it!
You fool your VVIP devotees
in the name of yoga!
In reality, you are running a five-star brothel
with your prostitutes in Vidharbha Prathisthan.
You have kept hidden recordings of influential people like
members of elected houses, ministers
rich men of this country
and others who come here to spend time
and indulge with your prostitutes
in your digital blue film cold storage.
Using that you extort money
do arm twisting and blackmailing!
You are nothing more than that!
Your so-called influence!
Arjun!
At the post-mortem table
there should be some water in his lungs.
Only then can it look like a suicide. Isn't that what you said?
You sent your confidantes
with Bodheshwari across the border.
But you forgot to keep an eye on Kangala Swami.
Didn't your sixth sense warn you about that?
In the last four hours
he has confessed to all your illegal activities
going on in Mangalore, Bellary, Mumbai
and Kathmandu casinos!
Viravel Muthu. - Forgive me, sir.
Kishore Balakrishnan, who sold the secret message intercepted to you
IPS officer Shankaran Ramadasan
and other eye-witness' details
are in his confession here. - Sir..
Now, keep him safe!
It is now your responsibility
and burden to keep him alive.
If Viravel is found dead
in Vidharbha Prathisthan
there will be no one to save
Veerabhadra Chandramowlishwar!
Then you will hear the sounds
of my police boots once again!
Remember that!
Keep all the exits sealed.
No one should go out until I order the gates opened. - Sir!
You stay here with him until the search is over.
And call me if something comes up, okay? - Sir!
A minute, please, Bharath Chandran.
Just give me a minute.
May you live long!
It's not just this one. There are bombs in all those cars.
They're dummy bombs, just to scare you.
Simple!
They were not attached here, in front of your watch dogs.
It was done in your area.
My men expected your arrival, and maybe that's why planted this.
There won't be any evidence!
You will never find anything.
Hey! - Obaid! - Come on, take me!
On any charge. Attempted murder. Explosives Act. Anything. Come on!
Yes! We will take you for sure!
But I will not let you live
in Tihar Jail in luxury.
I will ensure your dead body lies here in your abode
in this huge hall
so your people can pay their last respects to you.
You showed me a blast now.
I will hold this gun to your chest and shoot.
It will be ten times stronger than what you just showed.
And we will take you to do that!
Do you hear that, Your Holiness
Veerabhadra Chandramowlishwar Maharaj, the moron?
You son of a bitch. Bastard!
You!
Now, take this! You begged for it.
Scoundrel!
Sir has summoned you. Come, let's go.
Sir!
Oh, Goddess!
Yes, sir?
Everything packed. 12:30 flight. Kathmandu direct.
Cancel the tickets!
Six bullets and one state police car.
Our Special Investigation team
cannot afford the funds for a return Kathmandu ticket.
Bad news? - Yes. Maa Bodha!
She fell off a three-storey clock tower
in Kathmandu branch of Vidarbha Pratishthan.
A drug overdose of a local potion.
Oh, my God!
Her Kathmandu correspondent Rashid Ghani Khan informed us now.
She is in Gowrinath Hospital there struggling on a ventilator.
She may live
but will never regain her memory.
SIT. - Sir, it's Koshy, DYSP.
Yes, Koshy?
Oh!
Sir!
It is difficult to say whether it's a murder or suicide
as there are no remains for a post-mortem.
His eyes, nose, intestines, liver.
I mean, everything below the neck, even his toes
have been devoured by vultures. - What?
There's a Parsi cemetery close by. They don't cremate bodies.
They just leave it for the vultures to feed on.
Sir.
The murderers left it here intentionally.
It's a usual practice here.
Hey, come here! - Sir.
A man from the commune identified the body by his ornaments.
Should I call him here? - No.
Show it to them. - Sir.
When we landed here in the morning, this is what we saw.
Didn't the Dog Squad lead you anywhere?
Sir, it rained heavily last night
and so the dogs sniffed around without a clue.
Sir, shall we take him into custody right away? - No. - Sir.
No arrests. No more aggression! - But why the damn?
I got orders from the PM this morning.
We have a summon to meet him through GK.
Take charge. I need to rush.
The PM will be here in some time. He was praying.
Are you being relieved of your investigative duties?
Mr. Joseph, I happened to hear something like that.
Yesterday morning, at the PMO.. - Ashutosh, you may leave us alone.
I don't take orders from ministers like you, sir.
It's for the PM to order things around here!
Shut your trap, you bloody.. - Joseph!
Good morning, sir. - Morning. - Good morning, sir.
I am upset with your man, GK, to put it bluntly. - PM?
He has made a mess of the investigation I entrusted him with.
Sir, but.. - Do you have any respect for protocols?
I am talking to my minister. - Sir.
GK, can we just get it over with? - PM?
We've had enough of his independent investigation!
I am calling it off.
But sir, if you don't mind.. - I do mind.
Sir.. - I do mind!
Sir.
The Delhi High Court incident!
What was his name?
The name of the police officer who died in that incident?
Shaa.. - Sir, it was Mr. Shankar.
You tortured him so brutally and then got him killed.
How many people were killed in the court that day, GK?
Four people, sir.
Four innocent lives!
I have a copy inside this for your kind perusal.
That was so rude.
So unbecoming of you! - Sir?
And for such umpteen number of violations
that is of prerogatives, misuse of provisions
and for excessive use of power.
Particularly in Vidharba Prathisthan.
The saint has complained.
I am withdrawing my mandate.
Neither here nor outside
he should now be behind bars!
Your most pampered officer!
Sir, may I.. - No!
My decision is final is final in this matter.
He is relieved of his duties.
I suggest that you leave, now! - Sir?
Take your reports.
But sir, I need to give it.. - Out!
Your time is up!
Sir, no!
What?
The PM should also listen to what I have to say.
Shut up.. - How dare your voice reach that pitch, Officer?
Sir, I dare and I will!
I will raise my voice anywhere, in front of any throne
where I am to voice my conscience.
Joseph, do you know who are you talking to?
Sir, I know. But I deserve to be heard!
Otherwise, you will have to bring your bodyguards to throw me out.
Sir, when you summoned me here, MP Alexander, son of Rajya Sabha
did not stand here to apologise for Shankar's death.
Neither to explain Petikaran and Chandramowlishwar's complaints.
Nor to confess to excessive use and misuse of prerogative
in front of the Prime Minister.
But I deserve a patient hearing, sir.
For it concerns your very safety and your very life.
What nonsense!
Sir, it is no-nonsense information.
The intelligence box you received today contains my report too.
You asked me if I have any sense of protocol.
Sir, when the third highest person in the Indian Cabinet
and a senior bureaucrat in the administrative service
are discussing national security with the PM
this kitchen Cabinet member should not be here.
Sir, I suggest that he leave.
Now! Or shall I..
I don't doubt my faith in him.
Sir.
- For the last 34 years
he has been with me like my shadow.
Now, come on! What's your itch?
What's your botheration about my life?
Sir, you have led a life of 74 years with grace and elan.
I don't wish to see
my PM's bullet ridden body
lying in the gun carriage of Indian Defense force.
I will not feel downcast
if I see you being cremated
on a sandalwood pyre. - Joseph!
But if something like that happens
it will lead to huge expenses for his funeral
for the next election. I'm worried only about that.
Only that. - Shut up! - Sir, that's my concern.
That's why I am bothered about your life.
Is that how you rate me?
That's how you rate my government! My dreams! My life!
Sir, unfortunately, yes!
Sir, I recently heard your speech
extolling the Indian market and not the Indian people.
About India standing on its own feet on the world arena.
Your dreams!
While people with black money in Swiss Banks are protected
the common man are taxed
for his daily needs including food.
When a common man's ration subsidy gets cancelled
IT corporates and petroleum giants
are blessed with liberalism by our nation.
Sir, take nuclear missiles, ICB missiles
submarines, warheads
membership in a global nuclear club
and global investments
and space technology that has reached the moon.
These are the achievements of your able governance.
What about the dreams and needs of hundreds and thousands of
street children who fight
street dogs for one meal a day?
What about the dreams of an Indian woman who trades her flesh
to make a living, risking AIDS, syphilis
and hepatitis?
Indian women! Their dignity! The dreams of Indian womanhood!
Just a spark can shatter
the dreams of Indian youth
and turn them into ashes.
The colourless, odourless dreams of the deprived!
Of the downtrodden!
Sir, people who don't even have the right to dream
still dare to dream. People in power like you must learn
to dream from such people henceforth at least.
Sir, the investigation will reach its climax at any moment.
If you have concerns about its ruthlessness
my most sincere apologies in advance.
But going forward, even for public appearances
you will have to obey those responsible for your security.
Sir, now it's your decision.
My humble salute, sir.
What is this, Govindan Kutty?
PM, you are at the mercy of God!
Dear, what do you like more?
Diamonds or rubies?
Oh, Goddess!
For 34 years, you were with Kandajalam as his shadow.
A faithful, trustworthy, loyal
honest confidante! And for what?
How much is your bank balance?
Ashutosh Dwarkanath Tripathi, what are your assets?
You have a secret fixed deposit
of 13.6 million in Allahabad bank.
After all these years of faithful service
you have hardly 100 gold coins in your wife Vasundhara's locker.
Recently, you grabbed 50 acres of land in her uncle's name
on the borders of Haryana.
Two old Kirloskar tractors! That is all
ex-UP CM's grandson, Ashutosh, has earned in his 34 years of service!
Your daughter, Anuradha, wants to study medicine in London.
Your son, Avinash Tripathi, wants millions as funds
to invest in a real estate business in Gurgaon.
Ashutosh Tripathi, MP, Rajya Sabha.
Minister of State for Health!
You'll be in Ramji's cabinet. - What is this?
Take her and give her some sweets.
I want to know every detail of Kandajalam. - Okay.
Now Teja will keep you tagged. - Okay.
Once Kandajalam's ashes are immersed in the river Ganges
his position will be vacant and people who are greedy
to acquire power and the position will start fighting like dogs.
They will find their opponent's flaws
and compete in the rat race.
The Yadava brothers, Raman Lal and Chandrajit Yadav.
The most experienced, Chatterjee, will create a ruckus.
We also have Rangarajan Chettiar's group of 18 MPs with us. - Yes.
How many MPs are there in your kitty, Ibrahim?
Three? - No, only two.
One is a little shaky.
Don't let him shake. Fix his rate and buy him!
That beggar!
And at the end of the arguments
everyone will finally zero in on a compromise candidate.
Raman Madhavan will take the oath.
Sir.
On January 26th, after the Republic Day parade.
It will be Kandajalam's last public appearance.
Soviet Deputy Defense minister, Alexi Dimitriev, ex-KGB
the nominee of the cabinet from the Russian drug mafia
and an old friend of Sir will be the Chief Guest at the event.
Dimitriev's personal security guards
will be Rana's demons.
The security arrangement details for the PM are in this laptop.
Ashutosh will keep you connected to the end.
Be victorious!
Sir. - Open. - Please.
Who is it? Are you blind?
Idiot, don't you see her? - Yes.
I'm sorry, ma'am. Please.
These are his medicines for the afternoon.
Okay. - Who are you?
Ma'am, I.. - Who are you?
Your regular security officer is on parade duty today.
My name is Obaid.
Sir, here's your official pass.
Go through it, you rascal!
Tell me! - Sir, I don't know anything else.
I have told you everything!
Sir, I want to talk to the PM. Please!
You scoundrel!
The PM told me to bury you alive!
Raman Lal. Chandrajit. Raman Madhavan.
And this guy.
You heard Chandramowlishwar planning to assassinate the PM.
Just tell us when, where and how!
Ask me in Hindi. I don't understand Malayalam!
You idiot!
Every night, before you crawl into your wife Vasundhara's bed
you call the PMO stenographer, Ms. Thankam Paul
to say good night.
You understand the language Malayalam
that she whispers into your ears very well, don't you?
Right after enjoying Chandan Baba's hospitality that night
your phone calls for the next week from then were recorded here.
Do you want to hear it?
Just yesterday, you made a total of eight calls.
To Raman Madhavan, Chandan and Tejashwini Maya.
And these unknown numbers
have contacted you many times.
Sir? - Abu Jalal Rana.
That is him, right? - Sir, I told you..
I will get the truth out of you!
Bharath, that's enough. He'll die!
He must not have revealed anything more
apart from what's there on the phone records.
Tomorrow, you will wear this attire for the PM's function.
Your phone, your shoes and pen are all connected.
All these have a voice recorder, microphone and camera in it.
Your calls, your breath and your heartbeats
will all be recorded by our sensors in the control room.
Your every move!
If you try to outsmart us
remember that my men at the camp office have with them
the future Health Minister's wife, Vasundhara, who is unconscious.
And in a room next to it, are your children, Avinash and Anuradha.
Should I call them to see their father in this condition?
It is GK.
Sir?
Obaid. - Sir?
Hit him wherever you want apart from his face. - Sir.
Squeeze this rascal! - Sir.
We have a warrant for Ashutosh.
Sir? - Warrant for Ashutosh. - Sir!
Allah!
Well done! Bravo!
Very well done, my son!
Obaid Mustafa, Mohammed Miran
and Ashutosh Dwarkanath Manohar Tripathi.
Rest in peace!
Tejashwini Maya's arrival and rule have disturbed her.
There is no joy on the Goddess' face.
No.
Idiot!
Take her away. - Okay.
Come on, baby. - Don't touch me!
Shut your mouth, bitch!
Veerabhadra Chandramowlishwar's high definition night vision camera
and hyper sensitive radar failed to detect my arrival.
Didn't you identify my scent?
You impostor! Fraud!
In a moment of rage after attending Obaid Mustafa Miran's funeral
when you hastily set out to come here
you least expected this trap laid for you, Bharat Chandran!
Hey, don't move!
You made a deal with an unsatisfied prostitute
in my ashram, didn't you?
Shame on you!
Tejashwini Maya has been collecting
all the call details
since the time you entered and left Vidarbha Pratishthan.
Do you want to fire into my chest?
You scoundrel!
Shoot him!
Drop your arms.
Did you think that Bharath Chandran
will fall into your trap so easily?
In a fit of rage, he did not come alone to take you.
Tomorrow, before Obaid's son Amjed buries his dad at Fatehpur cemetery
and puts a pinch of earth on his dad's grave
the hungry fishes in the Yamuna river
will feed on your eyes!
Take him away!
You just wait for that!
No! Stay put!
I said, hold on!
Not a step forward until I order you otherwise!
Damn!
What the.. Hey, I will call you back!
Who the hell are you?
Hey, you! - Shut up you!
Raman Madhavan's phone calls
which no agency in the country would dare tap.
We asked the PM for his permission to trace them.
The Prime Minister Kandajalam bluntly said no to us.
He was blunt! Then we had only one way.
This man. ASI Qureshi.
'Not a step forward, until I order you otherwise!'
Qureshi not only drove your car
but he also recorded every call you made and received
for the past one week. - You bloody cheat!
Hey! - Scoundrel!
You can cheat your motherland!
Hey! - Bloody traitor! - Hey!
Your last call was to this unlisted number.
Viman! - Sir? - Track this once again!
Yes, sir!
Done boss! Same tower, Boss!
Tower A/947!
50 kilometres from where we are now!
2 kilometres off border!
Boss, it's no man's territory!
The one who you called last is there right now, isn't he?
Now, talk to him! - No!
Come on, talk! - No!
Take it! - No!
'Iron Man' bureaucrat! - Joseph?
His arm is strong. You better obey him.
How dare you!
I told you about the extra spine, didn't I?
I have extra courage. - You!
Call him, you dirty pig!
Go!
Bring them in! - Sir!
Major Abu Jalal Rana!
Terror Master! Terminator!
The head of a terror group that sends a shiver down anyone's spine!
Finally, here you are, totally unarmed!
Do you want to kill the Prime Minister of my country?
Do you want to destroy the peace and protection of my country?
And you want this man to hoist our Indian flag
at Red Fort next year on Independence Day
as the PM!
Above all of these evil men
you want the ultimate power to rule!
The conspirator saint! The evil incarnate!
The Romano deal and its kick-backs
which will mint billions for you.
All three of you had dreams of earning millions and billions!
You dreamt of taking over our country!
You wanted to loot our country and defeat it!
All three of you had made many such calculations.
But before that, we need to settle a few accounts with you now.
With all three of you bastards!
Dr. Sudarshan, who loved his motherland more than his life.
Dr. Emma John. Ali Imran. ACP Arjun.
Obaid Mustafa Miran who sacrificed his life for his motherland!
The accounting of murder and getting people killed!
Shut up!
But those whom you trained are enjoying all luxuries
in our jails while waiting to be hanged.
Afzal Guru and Ajmal Kasab!
I will not let you enjoy that life
with the money of the poor people of my country! I'll send you back!
Back to those who sent you here to create panic and kill innocents.
Scoundrel!
I will not let you go alive. I'll kill you.
I will behead you!
This is for stepping into my country without permission!
Since the day our country was partitioned
your thankless nation started this cowardly shadow war with us.
You don't fight like men face to face!
Your country has no courage to fight us. You're backstabbers!
That's all you and your country know!
Tomorrow, for a day, Wagah border will display
your tattered body wrapped in your national flag.
This is our answer to the army generals of your country
who wanted to destroy our peace! Your dead body!
A message! A blood stained message from India!
An ultimatum!
Now say..
Hail Mother India!
Raman Madhavan and Chandramowlishwar
will face the punishment right here for treachery.
In the court of ultimate justice!
Sir!
In God's own court! - Now, clear out!
How will I explain this to the nation, to the media?
How dare they execute the country's Security Chief?
Sir, we had to! We were left with no other option.
I had no option but to finish him. I killed him in cold blood.
Hey! - Sir, for the safety of this nation.
What? - Sir, in the interest of the nation.
Sir? - Joseph. - Now clear off!
Sir! - Both of you!
Hey!
Your next mission is our country's most dreaded enemy
the dirty don, D.
Sir!
Guys, Hail Mother India!
Hail Mother India!
'Hail Mother India!'