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Priya…

I love you so much.

You are everything to me.

I'm so sorry, Priya.

I'm so sorry.

Priya, after finding out about all this,
I don't want to live anymore.

Before I die, there's something
I need to tell you.

Shit.

The battery's dead.

Charger…

The charger…

Shit!

15-STOREY BUILDING COLLAPSES:
WHO IS TO BLAME?

Priya…

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

On the eve of launching our prestigious
newspaper Samachar in Andhra Pradesh,

I would like to thank all the attendees…

-How much?
-Sir, 140 rupees.

The Chief Editor is the driving force
behind any newspaper.

There you go.

Bestowing the responsibility of
Lead Editor on Mr. Sagar Varma Avuduri

is a matter of great pride for me.

Sagar needs no introduction.

He's a popular name
in the journalism circle.

He's a gold medalist
from Journo Global Institute.

JOURNALISM.
VALUES AND PRINCIPLES.

He has worked with multiple
international news agencies before.

And he has many awards to his name.

He is an inspiration to all
the young journalists out there.

I'm pleased to announce
his association with our organization.

I would like to welcome

Mr. Sagar Varma Avuduri
onto the stage, please.

-Congrats!
-Thank you.

-Congratulations!
-Thank you.

A pen is a powerful weapon
for journalists.

It's a Jeevan Corp tradition
to welcome with a pen.

Thank you so much.

Today is the 9th of November.

The day I'm taking charge
as the Chief Editor.

I believe this is going
to be a new chapter in my life.

What's our responsibility as journalists?

It's simple.

To bring the truth to the people.

We are messengers.

The Telugu word for it is "Dhootha."

We are the messengers
between the Government and the public.

The judicial system that
safeguards 138 crore people…

politicians…

and the police…

When they falter, who will question them?

It's us. The journalists.

So, as long as my heart and soul are pure,

I will bring the truth to the people.

This wouldn't have been possible
without my beautiful wife…

Priya.

She's a journalist herself.

A very successful one at that.

She's taking a small break
since she's pregnant.

And the rest of my team…

Starting with Amrutha…

She's been working with me
for the last five years.

She's very hardworking and supportive.

-Thank you, Amrutha.
-Yeah!

And Mr. Chandra Murthy…

You all know him as one of the most senior
and respected journalists.

He's joining us.

Thank you so much, sir.

So, everyone…

let's bring the truth to people,
and let's start printing.

Thank you so much.
Have a wonderful evening.

Sir, please.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

I sent out an invite to Charles as well.

You did?

I think he hasn't come.
I don't see him here.

Initially, I was considering
Charles for Chief Editor.

But then, you alerted me
about his mental condition.

He was in a pretty disturbed state
when I met him.

Thanks for saving us, man.

I simply told you what I knew.

You made your decision
'cause you were informed.

That's the job
of a good journalist, Sagar.

Anyway, I have to go.
Enjoy the party.

-Have a safe flight. See you, sir.
-Bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

What the hell! Burnt flowers?!

-Who sent them?
-Charles.

Are you kidding me?

There's a card for you as well.

"You backstabbing scoundrel."

Backstabbing, seriously?!

What does he think of himself?

He really thought he could run
a newspaper in his current mental state?

Crazy guy!

Anyway, I hope that
this changes your mood.

This is for you from our team.

Oh! Crosswords!

Awesome!

The perfect gift!

Now I can't sleep until I finish this.

-Superb! I love it! Thank you!
-I'm glad.

-Mr. Chandra Murthy…
-Sir, congrats!

-A small gift from my side.
-Oh!

Oh, wow!

"Journalism. Values and Principles."

-Nice book.
-Thank you.

It's the need of the hour.

I feel extremely proud
to be a part of your team.

We have to start
a new chapter in journalism.

Oh, yeah.

-Thank you so much. Looking forward.
-Thank you.

Sagar!

-Come.
-Yeah.

-I'll see you tomorrow.
-Sure, sir.

Rainfall prediction in the Bay of Bengal.

Dad, we have to pick up Aye
at the reception.

-Oh, yeah. I totally forgot.
-A storm is definitely on its way.

This weather shall persist
for the coming week.

The Weather Board calls for precaution.

-Excuse me.
-Yes, sir?

We left your staff
in charge of our dog Aye.

-Sir, "Aye"?
-We haven't named the dog yet.

She's been brainstorming for a year now.

We're calling him "Aye" in the meantime.

-So, Aye is his name.
-Okay, sir. I'll bring him.

Thank you.

There's your Aye.

-Sir, your dog.
-Hey, Aye!

-Hi! Let's go.
-Hello, Aye!

What?!

-Oh, no!
-What's wrong?

-Shit!
-What happened?

I think we ran out of fuel.

Really?

But I had Prabhakar
fill up the tank this morning.

-Are you sure?
-Of course.

He got the bill as well.

Okay, let it be.

I'll try booking a cab.

Damn it!

No cabs, Priya.

Try calling Amrutha.

Ask her to arrange a car.

Oh, no! My battery's dead.

Try calling from your phone.

-Amrutha…
-Hey, hi.

-We ran out of fuel on the way home.
-Oh, shit!

-Can you please arrange a car?
-Yeah, sure.

-Where are you exactly?
-Where is this place?

We're on the Bheemili highway.

Dum Dum Dhaba.

Yeah, we're near Dum Dum Dhaba.

-Oh, okay. I'll send a car in 20 minutes.
-Thank you.

Well, this isn't too bad.
We stopped at the right place.

The butter omelet is really good here.

One for me, two for Anju,
and two for Aye. Total five.

-And one glass of milk.
-Alright.

-Namaste, sir.
-Namaste.

What can I get you?

Five butter omelets and a glass of milk.

Five minutes, sir.
Please be seated.

"On the night of 9-11-2022
at 10:45:33 p.m.,

on the beach road,

in a car accident near the Dum Dum Dhaba,

famous journalist Sagar Varma Avuduri's
dog passed away.

What is the dog's name?"

Mom, I want some water.

I'll get it for you.

-Stay in the car. Don't step out, okay?
-Okay, Mom.

"At 10:45:33 p.m.,

in a car accident near the Dum Dum Dhaba,

journalist Sagar Varma Avuduri's dog
passed away. What is the dog's name?"

Hey!

Get two bottles of water as well.

Priya…

What happened?

Sagar?

What happened? You look startled!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Come on!

Anjali!

Anjali! Anjali…

Anjali…

-Anjali!
-Dad…

Dad…

Anjali…

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali, are you alright?

Anjali, are you okay?

-Anjali, are you okay?
-Anjali!

Anjali…

Anjali!

Anjali!

Stay in the car.
Don't step out, okay?

Okay, Mom.

Bad boy!

Anjali!

-Oh, no! Police!
-Anjali!

Hello.

It's me, sir. Ravi.

You wanted me to call?

Yeah, did you find the driver?

We're still looking, sir.
It's pitch dark over here.

That's stupid!
What the hell are you guys doing?

The entire force is with you,
including the dog squad.

Since when does it take a village
to catch a snake?

The night is making it
a tad bit difficult to search, sir.

He must be lurking around.
Search properly.

Okay, sir. Are you coming?

I came to get the written complaint.

I'll see you in 30 minutes.

-Dad!
-Is this your college application?

Dad, please don't tear it.

-Are you applying to college again?
-Dad, please don't tear it.

Didn't I say no to journalism
a thousand times?

It's not my college application, Dad.

-Please believe me.
-No, promise me.

Promise me that you
won't get into journalism.

-Alright.
-What happened?

-Promise me you won't pursue journalism.
-What happened, Sagar?

-Nothing, Mom.
-Nothing…

He tore the complaint.

-What is this, dear?
-Sagar… journalism…

-He cannot take up journalism.
-I'll type another one.

-You take him back to his room.
-Make him understand…

Tell him, okay?

-You talk to him.
-Okay.

-You talk to him.
-Okay, I will.

-He'll listen to you, Madhavi.
-Okay. I got it.

-Excuse me.
-Sir.

-Sorry to keep you waiting.
-No problem, sir.

There's a power cut.
So, I had to do it on my old typewriter.

-No problem, sir.
-I hope it works.

Sir…

-Was that your father back there?
-Yeah.

Is he a little…

Alzheimer's.

It started a few years back.

Gradually, he's forgetting things
and people.

He hates the thought of me
becoming a journalist.

Even back in college, he tore my
college application several times.

I don't know why.

But it's the one thing
he remembers vividly.

-Okay, sir. I'll take leave.
-Okay.

-We're searching for the driver.
-Okay.

-We'll inform you as soon as we find him.
-Sure, alright.

Also, we've handed over
the dog's body to your servant.

Okay, thank you.

-Take care, sir.
-Bye.

-Thanks.
-Okay, sir.

-Sir.
-Yes?

Where should I bury Aye?

-Not on our compound, Shankar.
-Okay.

Anjali will have a hard time
if she finds out.

Sir.

-Mr. Reddy's land is vacant, I suppose.
-Yes, sir.

-Bury him there. I'll talk to Mr. Reddy.
-Okay.

Okay, sir.

Did Anjali eat anything?

She cried and cried, had milk,
and went to sleep.

Catch! Come on, Jockey!

Catch him!

-Anjali…
-Yeah?

-Had your breakfast?
-No, Dad.

If you skip breakfast,
Aye up in heaven will be disappointed.

Hippopotamus.

What?

His name is Hippopotamus.

-Aye enjoyed being in the water, right?
-Yes.

Aye loved water dearly, right?

That is why I named him Hippopotamus.

From now on,
you'll call him Hippopotamus.

Noted.

Mom…

NAME OF JOURNALIST SAGAR VARMA'S DEAD DOG?

-Sir, how's your daughter?
-She's fine.

I found an old piece
of newspaper yesterday.

It was oiled and placed under the bulb.

-Did you see it?
-Which paper?

-It was somewhere around here.
-We clean up every morning.

It must be in the trash.

-Dear…
-Yeah, coming.

I'll be right back, sir.

Where is it?

Where did you get this paper?
Did somebody place it here?

It's a waste paper, sir.

-We use it to keep the night bugs away.
-Where did you find it?

We buy from the scrapyard
and change it every day.

Why do you ask?

Never mind. It's nothing.

"On the night of 9-11-2022
at 10:45:33 p.m.,

on the beach road, in a car accident near
the Dum Dum Dhaba,

famous journalist Sagar Varma Avuduri's
dog passed away.

What is the dog's name?"

HIPPOPOTAMUS

My God.

What…

Hello?

Sir, it's Murthy
from the car service center.

Yes, Murthy. Tell me.

The cops have handed over
your car to us.

I just performed a thorough check.

-Can you come down here?
-Right now?

But I'm on an urgent errand right now.

This is equally important, sir.
Please come.

Okay, I'll be there. Bye.

-Namaste, sir.
-Namaste, Murthy. Tell me.

While checking the car,
I suspected a leak in the fuel tank.

I checked it,
and I found a small hole in the tank.

Just a minute.

This way, sir.

Though there's damage from the crash,

the chance of a hole like
this is highly improbable.

Seems like somebody
planned this in advance.

I think we ran out of fuel.

But I had Prabhakar
refill the tank this morning.

You're a journalist, right?

Somebody with a grudge
against you might've done this.

Sir, keys.

How's Anjali?

She's okay.

Shall I send all this stuff
to the farmhouse?

Sure.

Yeah, okay.

Were you zoned out while getting dressed?

Your socks.

One white and one black.

Shit!

Anjali had me distracted
while I was putting on the shoes.

What's wrong, Sagar?

Is something bothering you?

Amrutha…

This newspaper.

I found it at the Dhaba last night.

Read clue number three.

9th November.

At 10:45:33 p.m.,

in a car accident near the Dum Dum Dhaba,

journalist Sagar Varma's dog
passed away. What is its name?

Amrutha, to the fricking point!

Exactly at 33 seconds,
the truck rammed into the car.

What!

What the hell is going on?

You're well aware
that we hadn't named Aye.

But this morning,
Anjali comes to me and says,

"Dad, let's name Aye
as Hippopotamus."

I filled out the crossword in the car.

Six letters in Telugu. Hippopotamus.

It's just a six-letter word.

Could be a coincidence.

The name could be a coincidence.

But who knew that the dog
would die in the crash?

Who would've planned that?

And, Amrutha…

I was at the service station
before I came here.

Guess what!

There's a hole in the car's fuel tank.

-What?!
-Yeah!

Hole in the fuel tank.

The truck crashing into the car.

I'm telling you, it's all planned.

Who could've done this?

Sign here, Koti.

-You need to come when I call you.
-Okay, sir.

Don't leave town
until I give the go-ahead.

Okay, sir.

Come on.

-Hello?
-Hello, sir.

Sir, morning.

-This is Ajay Ghosh, SI.
-Yes, Ghosh.

We found the truck driver last night.

I interrogated him myself.

Apparently, he drove
for 18 hours without a break.

As he reached the Dhaba,

a newspaper fell
on the windshield, he says.

He rammed into the car
because his view was compromised.

He wasn't drunk either.

-We looked into his story. He's innocent.
-Hey!

-Don't let him go.
-Sir?

Ghosh, listen to me.
This newspaper story and the crash…

It's all bullshit!
Somebody planned this in advance.

There's a hole in my car's fuel tank.

I checked it myself
at the service station.

Ghosh, listen to me.

Do whatever you have to
and make that scoundrel confess.

Break his hands and legs,
I don't fricking care!

I want the truth!

I have to know who's behind this.

Sir…

We can't interrogate him
without solid evidence.

It's quite risky, sir.

Idiot.

I just transferred one lakh rupees.

I can send more.

Just get to the bottom of it.

-Sir…
-Ghosh, make him spill the truth.

You don't worry, sir.

I got this.

-Hey, where's the driver?
-He just left, sir.

His lawyer bailed him out.
I took his signature and let him go.

You moron!

Namaste, sir.
I brought a sweet pan for you.

-It's a special one--
-I don't want it. Distribute it to them.

Okay, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Kala, it's me.

I just got bail.
I'll be home in an hour.

-I'm at the police station.
-Hey!

-Let me call you back.
-Come with me.

-Come with me. Come on.
-Sir?

-Let's go!
-What's wrong, sir?

-It's nothing.
-But I just got bail.

You see, we missed two signatures.

Surya is slow like that.

You can go home in 30 minutes.
Come with me.

-I'll let you go soon.
-I want to go home, sir.

I know. Just come with me.

Come on. Hurry.

Come on.

Be seated.

-Do you think Charles is behind this?
-Who knows?

He's been mentally unstable
for the last two months.

Still, he managed
to send me these damn flowers.

If I'm being honest,

this job belongs to Charles.

I spoke to Mr. Khan…

and manipulated him
into ditching Charles.

Whatever it is,

he should take out his anger on me.

How dare he take it out on my family!

What if Anjali was still in the car?

Amrutha, I'm going
to kill that scoundrel!

Sagar…

-Rascal!
-Calm down.

We don't know for sure that it's Charles.

Why don't you try talking
to him personally?

You guys have known each other
for so many years, right?

Clear all your doubts.

Talk to him personally.

Pick up, Charles. Come on.

Shit.

Shit.

-Hello?
-Hello, Marian.

-Yeah, Sagar?
-Hi.

Is Charles with you?

He's not picking up my calls.
It's kind of important.

He's not here, Sagar.

I'm at my parents' place.

He's at the farmhouse.

You know, the one near Bheemili.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

My deepest condolences for Mathew.

Sorry, I couldn't do this in person.

I'm sorry, Marian.

Charles?

Charles?

Charles?

Charles!

Charles!

The car accident…

I read about it in the paper.

The dog died, right?

Tell me something.

Before the accident…

did you find an old,
dirty newspaper like this one?

Was it written in the newspaper
that the dog would die?

Yeah, so what?

You're next, Sagar.

You're fricking screwed!

What?!

It will haunt you from now on.

Other such pieces of paper
will come searching for you.

All your loved and dear ones…

Everyone you've ever
come in contact with…

It will kill all of them brutally.

No matter how hard you try,

you can't save a single soul.

What the hell!

There's only one way to stop it.

Charles, no!

Shit.

Eight, nine, ten, e8leven,
twelve, thirteen, fourteen…

Mathew! Come, let's hide here.

No. I'll go hide over there.

I'm really sorry, Marian.

Charles lost his mom, dad,
and his brother within a span of ten days.

It's really sad to lose them so soon.

Is he alright?

I don't know.

Something is bothering him.

He doesn't share anything with me.

Even at home…

the entire space is filled
with newspaper scraps.

Listen, someone over there wanted peanuts.

Give this to them and take 50 rupees.

Sir, peanuts for you.
That'll be 50 rupees.

Peanuts?! I didn't order any.

"Charles David."

Sir, did you ask for this?

Yeah, it was me. How much?

-Fifty rupees.
-Here.

"Tragedy strikes the home
of famous journalist Charles David.

His seven-year-old son Mathew dies."

Mathew!

Where's Mathew?

He's somewhere around here playing.

-What's wrong, Charles?
-Mathew!

Charles!

Charles, what's wrong?

Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Oh, shit!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Hundred! Here I come!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

Math…

Mathew…

Shit!

IT WILL HAUNT YOU FROM NOW ON

You're fricking screwed!

It will haunt you from now on.

-Trivedi…
-Sir.

We need a smart, intelligent officer…

to investigate the death
of the journalist, Charles.

What is Kranthi Shenoy up to currently?

She was investigating
the Kuruvilla case, sir.

I think it's done.

A report was submitted two days back.

She's the right person for the job.

-Good morning, ma'am.
-Ranga, this is annoying as hell.

This is nothing, ma'am. They forced
me out of bed at five in the morning.

A Police Officer has no timings.

They ought to work at one o'clock
in the night if needed.

Forced him out of bed it seems!

But, ma'am, you said…

I meant the rain was annoying.

Got it, ma'am.

-Victim's name?
-Charles David, ma'am.

-Who reported the death?
-His wife, ma'am.

Was she home when the incident happened?

No, ma'am.
She was at her parents' place.

When he didn't answer her calls,
she got worried and rushed home.

That's when she found out.

-So, the victim was alone at home.
-Yes, ma'am.

Let's go.

-Where did it happen?
-In the bedroom upstairs.

What's with all the newspapers?

-I don't know, ma'am.
-Good morning, ma'am.

There are many more
in the bedroom upstairs.

In fact, they're in every
corner of the house.

-Who has come from the forensic team?
-I called Prakash.

This room, ma'am.

I hope nobody disturbed the crime scene.

No, ma'am. Everything is secured.

Only the forensic
and biolistic teams have entered.

-Good morning, ma'am.
-Morning, Prakash.

-Give us two minutes.
-Sure, ma'am.

Give me the pointer.

Country-made gun.

Yes, ma'am.

Gunpowder residue on the hands?

Forensics is on it, ma'am.

Time of death?

Around four or five o'clock last evening.

We'll get the postmortem reports soon.

I can give you the exact time.

We only found the victim's fingerprints
on the gun.

The position in which
he stood and shot himself,

the fingerprints on the gun…

All these things point
to a definitive case of suicide.

A clear open-and-shut case.

What's wrong, ma'am?

Notice those blood drops?

Yes. It's a country-made gun.

High-impact blood spatter.

At a crime scene,

blood becomes a language, Ranga.

It tells us a lot about the crime.

And we have to listen.

Go stand there.

A little more to your left.

Right there.

There are blood drops around you.

Yes, ma'am.

And behind you?

None.

So, to your right, to your left,

above you, and even between your feet,
there are blood drops.

But right behind you,

there's no blood.

How can it be
an open-and-shut case, Ranga?

At the exact moment
the trigger was pulled,

someone was standing at the door,

watching it all happen.

Why do you think they did that?

That's what…

we have to find out.

We have to find out.

-Did the victim have a phone?
-Yes, ma'am.

-Unlock it immediately.
-Okay, ma'am.

-Where's the wife?
-She's on the balcony.

This is a curse.

It all started
with his mother passing away.

Followed by his father.

Then his brother.

Even before the memorial was over…

we lost Mathew.

He was always active.

But all of a sudden,
he was living in the dark.

He used a country-made gun.

How did he get hold of that?

I didn't even know that he had a gun.

How did he get hold of that?
Who gave it to him?

I don't know.

And the newspapers?

Sorry?

I've been to a lot of crime scenes.

But this is…

unique!

A room full of newspapers is just…

strange.

After Charles' mother passed away,

he started collecting these newspapers.

Like…

like a mad obsession.

On walkways, in the dustbins, at home…

he'd bring back home every
piece of paper that he found.

And then he'd lock himself in his room…

be all alone…

stick them on the wall and read them.

You know,

for the last 15 days…

-Ma'am!
-he lost his sleep.

I tried asking,
but he never shared anything with me.

-Just give me a moment.
-Yeah.

His phone is unlocked.

Okay. Anything suspicious?

There were six missed calls
from his wife after his death.

But before he died,

he had eight missed calls
from a contact saved as "Rascal."

The number is registered
under one Sagar Varma Avuduri.

Okay.

-Retrieve the other apps and call data.
-Okay, ma'am.

And I need the forensics
and the gunpowder residue ASAP.

A renowned man in journalism…

Sub Editor of Prime News,
Charles shot himself to death

at his farmhouse last evening.

Did Charles really commit suicide?

Or is it a pre-planned murder?

Media is speculating about the incident.

-May I come in?
-They found a

country-made gun in Charles' hand.

-According to the information we received,
-Yes, Mr. Murthy.

the police are conducting an inquiry.

Can you arrange a meeting with sir for me?

Yeah, sure.

What is it about?

I joined this new team
to bring a new change in journalism.

But our editorial policy
makes me wonder…

if it was the right thing to do.

I'll inform you once Sagar is here.

So, you can talk to him personally.

We have to convince him somehow.

Let's sit over there.

-Hi, sir.
-Hi, sir.

Did you kill him?

-I only asked you to go talk to him.
-Amrutha!

-What is wrong with you, Sagar?
-Amrutha, calm down. Don't yell.

Why would I kill him?

Yes, I was furious enough to kill him.

But there he was,
standing with a gun in his hand already!

He shot himself and dropped dead
right in front of my eyes!

-It was a fricking suicide!
-Oh, my god! What?!

It's… it's crazy, Amrutha.

Here.

Just take a look at this. Read it.

It happened exactly like in the cartoon.

Do you know what that idiot
told me before dying?

"It will haunt you from now on."

-What?!
-What is the "it" he was talking about?

What the hell is going on?!

You pointed out
how I got my socks mixed up, right?

Check out this cartoon.

One black and one white.
It's the same.

That's me standing by the door!

How is this possible?

I'm really sorry, Sagar.

On one hand, there's this.

On the other, there's the paper launch.
There's so much going on.

-The launch is tomorrow, right?
-Yes.

Shit!

Shit!

-I need to focus on the launch.
-Yeah.

-I need to focus on the launch.
-Yeah.

Amrutha, the Minister
will be attending it tomorrow.

Provide extra security from our end.

-Yeah, of course.
-I'm not sure what's happening.

Is there anything else?

Some people seem to be waiting outside.

-Satya, please come in.
-Sure, ma'am.

There.

-Hi, sir.
-Hi.

Thanks for your time.

Thank you.

Our college convocation is on
November 16th, National Press Day.

We'd like to invite you
as the keynote speaker.

Oh!

-Thank you.
-The Minister will also be there.

-He's our chief guest.
-Okay.

You're one of our
most notable alumni, sir.

You're a huge inspiration to all of us.

-We all look up to you, sir.
-That's nice to hear.

-I'll be there. It'll be my pleasure.
-Thank you, sir.

I'll be back.

Sir, just another minute.

-Yeah.
-I'd like to join as your intern, sir.

This is my resume.

I'm the university topper.

I'm a gold medalist.

And I follow your write-ups
and editorials regularly.

You're practically my mentor.

-Stay in touch with Amrutha.
-Sure, sir.

If there's an opportunity,
she'll definitely get back to you.

-Thank you so much. Thank you, ma'am.
-Yeah, all the best.

Thank you.

Let me go, sir.

I'm damn exhausted from beating you up.

Spill the truth.

I'll let you go right now.

I'm telling the truth, sir.
I'm innocent.

Nobody hired me for that crash.

The same lie over and over again!

-I really don't know, sir!
-Tell me. Tell me.

-Tell me the truth!
-Sir… Sir…

I'll gouge your eyes out!

-Why are you torturing me?
-Sir!

-Sir, I really don't know anything.
-Tell me…

-I swear on my wife and kids, sir.
-I know what to do.

Sir… what are you going to do?

Oh, my God! No! Sir, no!

Tell me or I'll shove this in your throat!

-Tell me! Tell me!
-Sir! Sir!

Open your mouth! Come on!

-Open your mouth.
-Sir…

You fricking driver!

Is that a gold tooth?

Where did you get so much money?

Sir, please! No!

Please let me go!

Oh, my God! No!

-Widen your mouth! Come on!
-No!

Hey! Don't move.
I said, don't move!

Your tongue will get cut off. Don't move!

That's it! Almost done!

Hey, calm down.

Let me go.

Don't scream.

Shut up, dude!

You-- Will you shut up or not?!

-No…
-Don't scream. Silence!

Do you have any other
gold parts in your body?

Hey! Enough of the break dance!

Blessed are they that mourn,
for they shall be comforted.

I pray to you, O Lord!

For all those whom we love

but see no longer.

Let perpetual light shine upon them.

In your hands, O Lord…

we humbly entrust beloved Charles.

You embraced him with tender love.

Deliver him now from every evil.

And bid him eternal rest.

I was devastated to learn
about the news of Charles' death.

I have known him for the past 17 years.

-He helped the church…
-Ma'am…

look behind you to your left.

He's sitting in the ninth row.

Beside the window.

That's Sagar Varma Avuduri.

He chose a noble profession
like journalism…

and proved his merit.

What happened to Charles David is tragic.

Watching Marian like this,

I feel extremely sad.

Within a month of losing Mathew,

she has lost her husband as well,
which is shattering.

Lord is testing your faith, Marian.

I hope that your faith in
him is completely restored.

May Lord Jesus grant you and your family…

all the strength
and courage to counter the grief.

You embraced him with tender love.

Deliver him now from every evil.

And bid him eternal rest.

In Jesus' name…

Amen!

You see, I always thought
I was born to be a journalist.

Those stories, people,
thrill, the adrenaline rush…

I think I really miss my job.

There he is.

Sagar, she's Kranthi Shenoy. DCP.

She's investigating Charles' case.

-Hi.
-Hi, Sagar.

She wants to talk to you.

She got here an hour ago.

I was just boring her.

-You need some coffee? I'll go get it.
-Yeah, I don't mind.

-Some for Kranthi as well.
-Sure.

I'll leave you two to it.

-Careful, Priya.
-Yeah.

Charles.

What a tragedy!

I never thought this would happen.

I heard that you were
friends with Charles.

Yeah.

For almost two years.

We went on multiple
sting operations together.

He was a really good buddy.

In fact, I'm coming from his memorial.

I saw you there.

Oh!

The thing is…

when we checked Charles' phone,
we found your missed calls.

You called him eight times yesterday.

-Why?
-I was concerned.

In the last month…

he was quite depressed and…

what happened to his family is crazy.

So, I called to check on him.

And when he didn't answer his phone,

I called him again and again.

I called Marian, and she said…

he was resting at the farmhouse.

So, I felt okay.

Did you meet him yesterday?

No.

Okay.

So…

your relationship with him is all good.

Right?

Yeah.

Why do you ask?

He was texting a card designer
on WhatsApp.

He got a card designed especially for you.

You know…

-"Congratulations, you…"
-"Backstabbing scoundrel."

Yeah.

Typical Charles!

He has a dark sense of humor.

Even his birthday wishes came crooked.

"Happy birthday, man!

You're getting one step closer
to the grave," he would say.

It's so him.

Where were you all of yesterday?

At work. Amrutha and I--
Amrutha, my PA.

We were test-running the new machines.

So, Amrutha will confirm your story?

Yeah, of course.

By the way, Priya told me…

You came home quite late last night.

Yeah.

Our paper's getting launched in two days.

So, lot of work. Got late.

Even after reaching so late,

what was the need
to wash your clothes all by yourself?

Sorry?

You know, Priya was very excited.

For the first time after marriage,

you washed and dried
your clothes yourself apparently.

While test-running the machines,
I got oil on my shirt.

And you know oil stains.
You need to wash them ASAP.

That is why I did that, and also…

she's pregnant.

It's the least I could do for her.

Yeah, you must.

Yeah, that's why.

Okay, Sagar.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I have to leave now.

Hello. Yes, ma'am?

Ranga… Sagar has a PA named Amrutha.

Now, the time is 11:55 a.m.

Check if he calls her in the next minute.

Okay, ma'am.

Hello, Cyber Crime.
Is Ravi there?

-Hi.
-Amrutha…

DCP Kranthi Shenoy just met me.

She's investigating Charles' case.

If she asks, tell her that I was
at work the whole day yesterday.

And you were with me, okay?

-But, Sagar…
-Amrutha!

I've already told you that I have
nothing to do with this case.

-Just do what I say, okay?
-Okay.

Where's Kranthi?

She just left.

-Hello, Ranga.
-Hello, ma'am.

Like you said, Sagar called
Amrutha exactly at 11:56 a.m.

-Is it?
-Yes, ma'am.

Do you want me to tap his calls?

No, Ranga. We don't
have permission for that.

Okay, ma'am.

But one thing is clear.

Sagar lied to me.

He was definitely not at work last night.

Anyway, what about the gun dealers?

-I'm still inquiring, ma'am.
-Ranga!

That gun is an important lead
in this case.

We need to know who
gave it to Charles, okay?

Understood, ma'am.
I'll be on it.

-Hurry up.
-Okay, ma'am.

Hey…

Bloody hell!

Hello? Tell me it's good news.

Not really, sir.

It's bad news.

He's dead.

What?

-The driver is dead, sir.
-What?!

Sir, you said you didn't care what I did
to him as long as you got the truth.

I tried doing it in my style.

But no matter how hard I tried,

all he kept saying
was that he was innocent.

So, I took it up a notch.

And he died.

Are you fricking mad, Ghosh?

-What do you mean took it up a notch?
-Don't panic, sir.

These things happen sometimes.

Please don't worry.

Our first plan of action is to…

dispose of the body.

Do you know of any safe place?

We'll dispose of the body together.

We? There's no we here!

I have nothing to do with that body.

Sir!

How can you say that, Mr. Sagar?

It was you who dragged me into this.

You can't back out just like that.

Shut up! What did I say?

Get the truth out of him.
Not kill him!

I repeat, I have nothing
to do with that body!

Fix this right away.

You said it yourself.
These things happen.

Make it look like
a lockup death or something.

And never call me
about this again, got it?

Screw you, Ajay! Screw you!

Shit!

Shit!

Hello.

Hello, Mr. Sagar…

I guess you're sleeping like a baby.

Did I disturb you?

I told you not to call me.

I called to tell you that
I dumped the driver's body.

Good.

You don't have to tell me
where you dumped it.

Hey! Let me finish.

Of course, I need to tell you.

I jumped a wall for the first time ever

and dumped the body in a generator room.

Generator room?

Yeah, the one in your dad's farmhouse.

That generator room.

I saw it on my last visit.

Now, I have nothing to do with that body.

You'll need to handle everything.

Either we both get away with it…

or we both go to jail.

It's all in your hands.

Bye.

One more thing.
How could I forget?

Screw you, sir!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

"Samachar Newspaper
Chief Editor Sagar Varma Avuduri…"

Shit!

"A lorry driver named Koti
was found dead at…

his farmhouse."

Holy shit!

Hello, Mom.

Did you take your medicine?

Not yet, Kranthi.

Come on, Mom! It's late.

-Take it quickly.
-Okay.

-Excuse me, ma'am.
-I'll call you back.

Come.

-Yes, Ranga?
-Ma'am, his name is Aarif.

His name kept popping up in the inquiry
into country-made gun dealers in Vizag.

He's been in the business
for over 15 years now.

Oh, no, ma'am.

I was in the business
for only two to three years.

I served a two-year sentence.

So, I completely quit gun dealing,

moved to Marripadu,
and opened a hardware store there.

How would you get hold of these guns?

From Orissa, ma'am.

Sometimes they'd be
sourced from UP and Bihar.

How?

Would you go pick them up personally?

No, ma'am. That's extremely difficult.

Then?

We hire lorry drivers to deliver them.

Lorry drivers?

They keep traveling
from city to city with a heavy load.

On top of that,

they are poor people in need of money.

I'd pay them a token amount
and source the guns.

I need a list of the lorry drivers'
details and phone numbers.

Brother, here.

-Are you Delhi Babu?
-Yes, sir.

Is Koti here?

-Are you Hari Prasad?
-Yes, sir.

-Is Suribabu here?
-That's me, sir.

DCP ma'am is waiting in the car.

Let's go.

Move it!

Let's go!

Ma'am, Koti was taken
to the Mankapuram PS.

This is his wife.

Tell ma'am why your husband was arrested.

He crashed into a car
on his way home from a delivery.

He was held
at the police station all night.

In fact, he called me
after leaving the station.

He said that the lawyer bailed him out
and that he was headed home.

But he hasn't come home till now.

Did you inquire at the police station?

No, ma'am.

Why not?

Sometimes, he goes away
with his friends for a couple of nights.

I thought it was the same case.

Where does he store the guns
he collects from UP and Bihar?

I don't get what you're saying.

We need to search your house.

At what time did he call you
the day before yesterday?

Around eleven or twelve o'clock, I guess.

I checked everything, ma'am.

Didn't find anything.

Let's go.

-Sir! When will my husband come home?
-Soon.

If he shows up, inform the DCP's office.

-Ranga…
-Ma'am.

I had my suspicions when
I saw the jewelry on her.

Did you notice the things in there?

iPhone, iPad, AC.

English medium books for their kids.

With a lorry driver's income,

-all of this is not possible, right?
-Yes, ma'am.

This confirms that he is
still into gun dealing.

She mentioned an accident, didn't she?

Yes, ma'am.

Inquire into it.

Sure, ma'am.

Sagar!

Yeah, Priya.

I can't find the tracks
and tee you wore last night.

I'm asking you!

Where are the clothes?

I can't find the tracks
and T-shirt you wore last night.

-Sagar!
-Yeah, Priya! Coming!

Yeah, Priya.

How did this shirt end up here?

I left this at the farmhouse for you.

Did you visit the farmhouse last night?

I'm talking to you!
Say something!

This shirt…

Priya!

Priya!

-Priya, what happened?
-Come here.

-Come.
-What happened?

What's wrong, Priya?

Feel it.

Did you?

The baby is kicking so hard.

It's definitely a baby boy this time.

Do you mean to say
a baby girl can't kick so hard?

Hello! Those days are long gone.

Baby girls kick harder
than baby boys nowadays.

Alright. Like you said…

if it's a baby girl, I'll name her.

If it's a baby boy,
you do the honors. Okay?

Deal.

Hello?

Sir, the Minister is on the way.

Okay, I'm coming.

Okay, sir.

-Priya, the Minister is on the way.
-Yeah.

I have to leave.

See you. I so wish you could be there.

Me too.

Next time.

-Take care. Bye.
-Have a great day.

Ten days earlier, we received
a letter from a viewer named Yogesh.

This time, it's not a place
that's possessed by a ghost.

It's a vehicle.

An ambulance, to be precise.

This ambulance was serving
VR Hospitals until three months ago.

Its history is…

-Kamakshi…
-Yes, ma'am?

Haven't I told you not to watch this show?

Anjali got addicted to it because of you.

-Turn that off right now.
-Please, ma'am.

Just five more minutes.

What's so great about it anyway?

Pure nonsense in the name
of ghosts and spirits!

This is not at all nonsense, ma'am.

If there's a presence of a ghost,
she visits the place alone,

confirms paranormal activity,
and only then does an episode on it.

That is why it's highly popular.

Even the Kakinada Caves
back home are haunted.

-She went there all alone--
-Stop it!

Go and wash the clothes.

Anju, go do your homework.

-Mom, please!
-Go!

Hi, Ashwin. How are you?

Priya, there was a fire accident
at the hospital.

What?!

Shit! It's my fault, Priya.

I planned a fire
to get the insurance money.

What is wrong with you?!

-But, Priya…
-Any casualties so far?

Four kids died in the children's ward.

I didn't even expect them to be there.

I don't know what to do now.

Ashwin, what is this?

Why the hell would you
do such a thing for insurance money?

What were you thinking?

The loan amount is due.

I had no other option, Priya.

Shit, I made a mistake!

My life will be ruined
if the truth comes out.

Priya, please do something.

Okay, listen.

Let me see if I can do anything.

Okay, don't panic.

I got this.

The media hasn't covered the news yet.

And I know these news channel MDs.

We can try and talk to them,
keep it under wraps.

-Don't worry. We'll see.
-Okay, Priya. Thank you.

No, listen.

Just be ready to spend a lot of money.

You just need to spend a bomb on it.

You know how it works, right?

You can't get anything
done without money.

I'll sort that out.

I'll talk to my manager right away.

By the way, thanks, Priya.

-Yeah, I'll look into it and call you.
-Okay.

I inquired about the crash
Koti was involved in.

Coincidence or not,
he crashed into Sagar's car.

-What?!
-Yes, ma'am.

It happened by the Dum Dum Dhaba
on the beach road.

Nobody was injured.

But a dog had died apparently.

Which station did Koti's wife mention?

Mankapuram PS, ma'am.

Who is the SI there?

SI Ajay Ghosh, ma'am.

Do you know him?

Not really, ma'am.
He's a pain in the ass.

I've seen him at the club
a couple of times.

He'd get really drunk and gloat about
his grandfather being a commissioner.

I need to meet him.

Okay, ma'am.

And, Ranga…

-I want you to do another inquiry.
-Sure, ma'am.

Suri!

Hey, Suri!

Sir…

Hey!

Call the driver.

Okay, sir.

Good morning, ma'am.

Where's Mr. Ajay Ghosh?

In his cabin.

Ajay Ghosh.

Ma'am!

Good morning, ma'am.

I have a really bad cold.

It's the change in weather.

What brings you here?

This man shot himself
with a country-made gun.

The gun dealer gave us
a few leads of lorry drivers.

We inquired about all of them.

Except for one.

Koti, the driver.

In regards to the journalist
Sagar's car accident,

we happened to know that you arrested him.

Where is he?

We let him go, ma'am.

You let him go?

Yes, ma'am.

I mean, his lawyer got him bailed out.

He was clean.

He was not under the influence
while driving.

He crashed because a newspaper
blocked his windshield view.

Here's the FIR.

Complaint copy.

Bail order.

But his wife says…

that he hasn't gone home yet.

What became of him?

How would I know, ma'am…

if he went to his wife or mistress?

Sir, you asked for me?

Yeah,

get the diesel refilled. Go.

But I got a full tank yesterday.

Is it spent already?

Do I owe you an explanation?

Ma'am is here.

-Go.
-Okay, sir.

Sorry, ma'am.

Did you meet Sagar yesterday?

No, ma'am.
I met him the other night.

I was at the station
the whole day yesterday.

And then I went home early
as the cold got worse.

I had a bad headache as well.

Why did Sagar send you one lakh rupees?

Ma'am?

Why did he send you money?

What one lakh rupees, ma'am?
What are you saying?

Do you know who you're talking to?

Tell me the truth.

Why are you focusing on me, ma'am?

You know that the salaries
in the police force are low.

I have a lot of problems at home.

My wife's been nagging me for a week.

Her mother needs some money.

That's when I met Mr. Sagar.

I went right ahead and asked him.

I'll repay him soon.

Borrowing money isn't a crime, is it?

Where's the truck from the accident?

This is the one, ma'am.

Because a newspaper
fell on the windshield,

his view got compromised, and he crashed.

What the hell is it
with these newspapers, Ranga?

-Go inside and check.
-Okay, ma'am.

I personally inspect every vehicle
that comes to the impound.

I got my constable
to do a double-check yesterday.

There are no guns of any sort.

Found anything?

I looked everywhere, ma'am. No luck.

I told you there's nothing here, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Why aren't these letters centered?

I don't follow, ma'am.

Diesel.

The letters are usually
positioned in the center.

For these painters and artists…

it's kind of a habit.

Yeah, they're like that.

Look at this.

The alignment is off.

Look, the gap here is less.

But on this side…

it's wider.

The original tank ends here.

But someone has welded this part on.

Like a false extension
for a secret compartment.

Check it.

Open up.

Open up.

Oh, no! Police!

Open it.

All country-made guns.

These guns are now case evidence.

Okay, ma'am.

-We're seizing them.
-Sure, ma'am.

-I'll call you if there's anything else.
-Okay.

-And, Ranga…
-Ma'am.

-We have to find Koti.
-Okay, ma'am.

Just as we suspected,

Koti is into gun smuggling, Ranga.

He crashed into Sagar's car
with the truck.

And suddenly…

Koti goes missing.

We can't take Ghosh's word for it either.

Hold on. Pull over.

Roll the window down.

Which zone does this
traffic signal fall under?

Mankapuram West Zone, ma'am.

One of the CC cameras
is pointed towards the station.

I need to check
that camera footage, Ranga.

Okay, ma'am.

Okay, let's go.

Shyam…

Where's Amrutha?

She's not here yet.
She's not picking up her phone either.

-Is it?
-Yes, sir.

-Who are these kids?
-Our employees' children, sir.

Take them to the office upstairs.
The Minister will be here soon.

-Go.
-Okay, sir.

Ravi, gather all the kids
in the office upstairs.

The number you have dialed
is currently busy.

Please stay online or try again…

-Sir, the Minister is here.
-The number you have dialed

-Okay.
-is currently busy.

Please try again…

Shit!

Come on, hurry up.

You guys need to stay here, okay?

-Don't make any noise.
-Okay.

Your parents will come
to get you after the event.

-Okay?
-Okay.

I'll send some ice cream
and chocolates for you.

Okay.

INAUGURATION OF SAMACHAR PRINTING PRESS

All the best, Sagar!

Thank you, sir. Welcome.

This is nice.

So, this is where our fates are designed.

-Let's attend the puja.
-Listen…

you're turning out
to be worse than politicians.

What do you mean, sir?

We take at least five years
to jump parties.

But you're jumping newspapers
every two years.

Come on, sir.

No matter where I go,
you know I'll always support you.

I know.

That is why…

I want you to write lovely articles
on me and help me win like last time.

That'll keep us both happy.

I heard that Rajiv is contesting
the Satyapatnam by-elections.

Damn!

How did you catch a sniff of that?

I don't think even Rajiv knows.
It was decided this morning.

You journalists are not ordinary folks.

Sagar, what I'm trying to say is…

You know how important
that constituency is to me.

Because…

ever since my grandfather
started the party,

we haven't lost there even once.

This time, however, something feels off.

Prof. Vijay Kumar is contesting
from the opposition, is it?

I know!

These professors…

lawyers and doctors…

Why do they bother entering politics?

Listen…

keep a weather eye on that professor.

I don't care if you fabricate stories…

or say that he has extramarital affairs.

Do something.

This time…

we must win!

I'm on it, sir. Don't worry.

Thank God!

That's good to hear.

Without the press,
politicians don't stand a chance.

Press and politics
are like husband and wife.

Whether we fight or make up,
we must stick together.

What's wrong, sir?

What is it, sir?

-Darshan, go grab a bag quickly.
-Sir?

-Go.
-Okay, sir.

-Sagar?
-Yes, sir.

-Is everything alright?
-Yeah, sir. Absolutely.

-Take these to my room upstairs. Okay?
-Okay, sir.

SAMACHAR DAILY

What do we do?

-Shyam…
-Sir?

A few columns
in the sample layout are empty.

This one on the first page.

This main column on the third page.

And these columns on pages six and seven.

Why?

Sagar sir instructed
us to leave them empty.

I don't know why.

May I come in, sir?

Yes, Mr. Chandra Murthy. Please come.

In this layout,

there is content missing in seven places.

They said it was your instruction.

May I know why?

Yeah.

The Praja Vakku party
has bought those slots.

Bought them?

Listen…

you've been in the field for 30 years.

Don't you understand even this much?

Sorry, sir. I really don't.

Like how they divide the land
into plots and sell them,

we're selling articles now?

Yes, sir.

We're selling them.

A newspaper is like real estate, okay?

Every inch is valued at some price.

Every article is like a plot.

The front page is valued at a different
price than the last page. Clear?

This isn't real estate, sir.

This is called paid media.

In crass terms, it's called prostitution.

They sell their bodies for money.

And we're selling
our values and principles.

Both are the same.

Listen, mind your tongue, okay?

This is a damn business enterprise,
not an NGO!

We should think about profits
from day one.

If we worry about values and principles,

none of the 400 employees,
nor you or I, will get salaries.

Got it?

I believed that the youth
would transform this country.

I joined you with that belief.

But now…

the way you're running this newspaper…

I'm the Chief Editor here, okay?

I'll run the show however I like.

Just follow my instructions.

I can't do that, sir.

Then get out.
I don't need you here.

You're fired. Thank you.

This isn't new to me, sir.

I've changed nine newspapers till now.

Please get the hell out of my office.

Monish, what did you make?

Camera.

And you, Sanvi?

Fish.

Four cups.

-What did you make?
-Plane.

"Horoscope.

Gemini.

You shall endure
a whole lot of pain today.

Your baby…

while still in the mother's womb…

will die."

Priya!

Priya!

Priya!

Priya!

-Sir, it's me Kamakshi.
-Priya!

Kamakshi, what happened?
Where's Priya?

Rainwater leaked into the house, sir.

While climbing down the stairs,

ma'am slipped
and fell on the glass table on the side!

-What?! Shit!
-There's blood everywhere.

She's in terrible pain, sir!

-I'm terrified, sir!
-Kamakshi, don't panic.

Listen to me.

-Excuse me, nurse. Room no. 315?
-Straight and left, sir.

Left?

-Amrutha?
-Sagar…

Yeah, doctor.

How's Priya?

All that blood worried me at first.
But nothing to worry.

She slipped and fell on a glass table.

She got a small cut on her leg.

The baby is safe.
We did all the tests.

We'll discharge her soon. Don't worry.

Thanks.

-Can I see her once?
-She's under observation.

-Please wait for some time.
-Okay.

Amrutha…

Amrutha…

Amrutha?

Amrutha?

Sagar?

-Sagar…
-Careful!

Amrutha, lie down.

Don't get up.

Amrutha, what's with the injuries?

What happened?

-Sagar…
-Amrutha!

What happened?

Sagar…

Sorry, Sagar.

I couldn't save her.

What?!

What are you talking about?

What are you saying?

Our baby.

What baby, Amrutha?

Our baby.

Our baby, Sagar.

I was pregnant.

What?!

Our baby…

He's the Central Minister's son,
and he's peddling drugs!

That Nigerian guy
gave you all the proof.

But you've come all the way to Delhi…

and handed over

all the evidence to the Minister.

Imagine if we exposed the scandal!

How would we benefit from that?

Think about the bigger picture.

How would it benefit
our newspapers and our careers?

That's what we need to look at.

You know what?

We just cracked a deal with the Minister.

Every ad regarding
his party will come to us.

He's bought all the slots.

Do you know how much money that is?

Amrutha…

It's extremely important for a media house
to have power over the powerful.

Yeah.

Oh, shit! The flight got canceled.

When is the next flight?

We'll have to wait until morning.

Well…

we got the Minister's deal.

I guess it's time to celebrate.

Yes.

Sir, your room keys.

Amrutha, freshen up
and meet me at the restaurant.

Okay.

Wow!

How do I look?

You look amazing.

I've never seen you like this.

Thank you.

You said it was a celebration, so…

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

So…

when do I get to meet your husband?

Whenever I ask, you say he's out of town.

What does he do?

Merchant Navy.

Ten months on duty.

He comes home once or twice a year.

And without notice at that!

Guess he likes to surprise me.

It's a love marriage, right?

Yeah.

We met in college.

He was my senior.

He used to be quite possessive about me.

Back then, I thought
that kind of behavior was romantic.

But after getting married,

I realized that…

he has anger issues.

He started hitting me.

Not just ten months…

I wish he doesn't come home
throughout the year.

Hey!

We decided to celebrate tonight.

And… I love this song.

Would you care for a dance?

Okay?

Come.

Our baby.

What do you mean, our baby?

I'm sorry, Sagar.

I didn't know I was pregnant
until this very morning.

I didn't know.

You're pregnant?

-Yes.
-What?!

Amrutha!

Amrutha! What the hell!

We've been clear from the start.

You are married, and so am I.

We said no complications,
and that it's just a damn physical thing!

But…

You promised me
you were going to be careful.

How could you let this happen?

I was careful, Sagar.

I was really careful.

Contraceptive pills
aren't 100% effective, right?

Just… somehow it happened.

What do you mean? Shit!

Are you sure that you got
pregnant because of me?

Wasn't there somebody else?

What do you mean, Sagar?

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Amrutha.

How could you say something like that?

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

I shouldn't have said that.
I'm sorry, Amrutha.

What's with all the bruises?

Who did this to you?

No!

No!

Shit!

What the hell!

Tapas!

Missed you.

You were going
to visit after two weeks, right?

I thought I'd surprise you.

I need to use the washroom urgently.

-Pay the cab driver.
-Okay.

It's been eight months since I came home.

You witch!

I'm busting my ass off away from home,
and you're screwing someone here?

Who is he?

Who the hell is he?

Who the hell is he?!

Who is he?

How can you do this to me?

You witch!

How can you do this to me?

Who is he?

Did you…

tell him my name?

No, I didn't, despite what he did to me.

Good. You did the right thing.

Now that I think about it…

it's actually good that you were pregnant.

-Why?
-I mean, look, it's in my horoscope.

Read what it says.

See what's written.

Gemini.

My baby will die
whilst still in the mother's womb.

The maid called at the exact time,
and Priya was in pain…

Amrutha!

Do you know how tense I was?

But what a relief!

It's a great thing that you got pregnant.

Otherwise, Priya or the baby
would've definitely gotten hurt.

You actually saved us.

That was so close!

Thanks, Amrutha.

Anyway, listen.

Keep this credit card with you.

It will cover the hospital expenses, etc.

Here, take it.

And you know…

it's not right for us
to work together anymore.

It's not good for both of us.
Let's stop.

I'll search for good job offers for you.

-I'll give you some good recommendations.
-Sir, you're here?

The doctor wants you in room no. 315

Okay. I'm coming.

Ma'am…

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to leave the room.
Come with me.

Why are you giving me
so much money, ma'am?

You need to do something important for me.

Careful, Priya.

Okay?

-How are you feeling now, ma'am?
-I'm okay.

-Mom…
-Hey!

What happened, Mom?
I was really scared!

Nothing happened, Anju.

I was just having a little pain.

I went to the hospital, right?

So, now I'm fine.

Don't worry, okay? Come.

Hey! Hi, Sahana!

-Hi…
-Hi, Kiara, Jhanvi and Dhanvika.

-Hey! So, everyone's here!
-Yes, Aunty.

Oh, it totally slipped my mind.

-Hi, Uncle.
-It's sleepover day, right?

Okay. Go and play upstairs.

-Kamakshi.
-Yes, ma'am?

-Please look after the kids.
-Look after the kids.

Okay, ma'am.

-Come.
-Be careful!

Climb the stairs slowly.

Squeeze in, kids.

Give me some space.
I want to watch it too.

Hello, all. Welcome back
to Ghost Shadows.

Are ghosts and spirits real?

Ghost Shadows is the channel
that investigates this scientifically.

We have received an email
from a guy named Chandrahas.

Today, we're at a shopping mall in Tirupur
that's been shut for two months now.

-Is Ghosh here?
-Yes, sir.

He's here, sir.
But he's not taking any visitors today.

Sir… please listen to me.

Sir!

Sir!

Are you grazing donkeys out there?

Random people are barging in.

Sir, I tried to stop him,
but he didn't listen.

Ghosh…

I'm sorry for speaking rudely
to you the other day.

I need to discuss something important.

Please, just listen to me.

You say "sorry" and "please"
only when you need something.

Otherwise…

it's only "screw you."

What did you do with the body?

I've handled it. Don't worry.

Putting your journalist mind
to use, is it?

Be careful.

DCP Kranthi Shenoy is
searching for Koti all over the city.

She already met me.

So, she has involved you too now.

Did you come all the way here
to tell me that?

Ghosh…

read the third clue line
on this crossword.

Just read it.

"In a car accident by the Dum Dum Dhaba
on the beach road,

famous journalist Sagar Varma Avuduri's
dog passed away. What is its name?"

What is this?

The newspaper I found
before the accident happened.

Before the accident?

Look at this.

Charles, my colleague.

He shot himself right before my eyes!

This newspaper was in his hand
before he pulled the trigger.

That means…

people are dropping dead
like flies everywhere you go.

Now you've come to the station.

What's going to happen to me?

This is about the driver Koti's death.

"Somebody beat him black and blue
before he finally died.

They even pulled his gold tooth out…"

There's no chance anyone
would know about the gold tooth.

What gold tooth?

He had a gold tooth cap.

I pulled it out.

Anyway…

Where did you find this newspaper?

He wasn't dead like you said.

When I reached the generator room,

he was covered in blood

and was pacing in the room.

He slipped and fell on
the cleaver and died.

This newspaper came out of his stomach.

So, he wasn't dead?

But…

Ghosh…

I'm finding these newspapers
before these people are dying.

They come searching for me.

I mean, how did this newspaper
end up in his stomach?

While being given the third degree,
he was screaming out loud.

No, sir!

-This is the dustbin.
-Okay, let's search.

Suri!

Hey, Suri!

Sir.

-Hey!
-Sir.

You threw all those newspaper
chunks two days ago, remember?

-Where did they come from?
-Oh, those papers?

Pandu from the pan shop
brings pan every day.

They're wrapped in paper.

We had the pan
and threw the papers in this.

Good job!

Go away!

If I bring in Pandu
and beat him up in my style,

the truth will come out.

And then I'll have to dump the body?

Ghosh…

that's not the point.

Somebody is planning this.

They're targeting me and my family.

We need to find out who that is.

Please, I need your help.
No matter how much money it takes!

Alright.

Send me the photographs
of all the newspapers.

I'll look into it.

YOU'RE THE NEXT TARGET!

What's wrong?

Check these out.

The Telugu letter "Ka" is reversed.

You're right.

It's reversed in every newspaper.

-Alright. Send this to me.
-Done.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of this.

Okay?

Don't worry.

What was the date that day, Ranga?

November 10th, ma'am.

What time did Koti's wife say he called?

Between 11:00 and 12:00 in the afternoon.

-Call Koti's lawyer and get the details.
-Okay, ma'am.

Good morning, ma'am.

-Morning, Niranjan.
-Good morning, ma'am.

Show me the footage from near
the Mankapuram PS on 10th November.

I want the footage from the camera
pointed directly at the PS. Okay?

Sure, ma'am.

Yes.

I'll call if I need anything else.

You'll have to come to the station.

Ma'am, Koti's lawyer bailed him out,

spoke to him at the bus stop for a bit,

and left around 11:30 a.m.,
is what he says.

In that case, show me the footage

-between 11:00 and 12:00 p.m.
-Okay, ma'am.

Okay. So, the time is 11:22 a.m.

Hey, that's the lawyer
leaving in the auto, right?

-Yes, ma'am.
-There's another man standing there.

Damn it!

We didn't factor in the rain.

No clarity.

Ma'am, did you notice the umbrella?

He came from the station
and took Koti inside.

It could definitely be Ajay Ghosh.

Could be or could not be.

The footage is inconclusive.

This evidence isn't enough, Ranga.

Ma'am, according to what
Ajay Ghosh told us,

let's assume that he let Koti go.

If that's the case,

there should be footage
of Koti leaving the station.

Niranjan, fast-forward
through the full day's footage.

Sure, ma'am.

Niranjan, pause.

Ranga, Koti hasn't come out since.

Only Ajay Ghosh's car
left the station at 10:18 p.m.

Yes, ma'am.

Ranga, Ghosh told us
that he headed home early that evening.

You're right, ma'am.

Do you know where he lives?

Yes, ma'am.
Mamidipatnam police quarters.

Mamidipatnam… Mankapuram…

Hey, Mamidipatnam!

If you want to go from
the Mankapuram PS to Mamidipatnam,

you ought to take a left turn.

Yes, ma'am.

But he went straight.

Sir, did you ask for me?

Get the fuel tank refilled.

-Go on.
-But I filled it up yesterday morning.

Is it spent already?

Do I owe you an explanation?

Ranga…

What is the distance from
Mankapuram PS to Mamidipatnam?

Hardly three to four kilometers, ma'am.

If it's hardly three to four kilometers,

the car doesn't run out of fuel
the very next day, right?

Yes, ma'am.

For that to happen, Ghosh must have
traveled really far that night.

Ranga, find out what
Ghosh's cellphone provider is.

-Okay, ma'am.
-Use GPS tracking

for the night of 9th November…

and find out where he went.

-Good morning, ma'am.
-Good morning.

Welcome to Cellular Q.

This is Manoj. I'm your liaison here.
Please, ma'am.

I've gathered the call data
and GPS positioning info

for both the numbers you sent.

How many calls were exchanged between
Inspector Ajay Ghosh and Sagar Varma?

Where did they go that day?

How much time did they spend there?

I've got all the details.

-Just give me two minutes.
-Ma'am.

No, it's okay.

Ajay Ghosh left the Mankapuram PS
at 10:18 p.m.,

traveled 42 kilometers,
and reached Ankayyapalem.

That number stayed there
for almost 47 minutes.

He left the place
and reached Mamidipatnam police quarters.

At 12:18 a.m., Sagar Varma
started from Siripuram…

and finally reached Ankayyapalem.

Manoj, how long was Sagar there for?

Just a minute, ma'am.

Almost three and a half hours, ma'am.

He returned to Siripuram around 04:28 a.m.

So, at midnight, both of them
went to the same spot.

And for three and a half hours,
Sagar was there.

-Something happened there, Ranga.
-Yes, ma'am.

We need to check out that farmhouse.

-Who are you looking for?
-Is this Mr. Anand Varma's house?

Yes.

It's about a missing person's case.

We need to search your farmhouse.

Here's the search warrant.

-You guys go left.
-Okay, sir.

-Check the corner rooms.
-Okay, sir.

-Mallesh, you go upstairs.
-Yes, sir.

-Hello?
-Sagar, the police are here.

Some missing person's case.

They're searching the house.

What's the officer's name?

Some Kranthi…

What is this really about?

It's just a small case, Mom.
Nothing else.

We didn't do anything wrong.

They'll do their job and leave.

Ma'am, we searched every nook and cranny.

We didn't find any clue linked to Koti.

-Ranga, go and get the umbrella.
-Ma'am.

What are you looking for, ma'am?

-If you want to know somebody…
-Ma'am.

you simply have to look through
their week's worth of trash.

You'll figure out so many details.

-Check what that is.
-Okay, ma'am.

It's a can of limestone powder.

-Ranga, bleach!
-Yes, ma'am.

The limestone powder coating looks fresh.

Look, it's still wet.

They cleaned the floor as well.

Look how neat it is!

When it's pouring so heavily,

what was the need to clean up
and do a limestone powder coating?

Unless they're trying
to hide something, of course.

-Ranga…
-Ma'am.

These two look super clean, don't they?

The rest of them are muddy.

Yes, ma'am.

Look.

This drum has also been moved recently.

Suppose Koti was…

being held hostage in this room.

Let's say he was trying to escape…

-and they killed him.
-Yes, ma'am.

The room is full of blood.

They have to dispose of Koti's body.

Let's say they dragged the body outside.

I'm sure they wouldn't have gone that way.

There are streetlights.

They must've gone into the dark.

Which is… this way.

What's your weight, Ranga?

About 70 kilos, I guess.

If the mark of a man
weighing 70 kilos is this deep,

imagine the weight of this one.

It should be a minimum of 140 kilos.

Yes, ma'am.

So…

the man who walked this path

must have been carrying
a huge rock or a sack.

Or a dead body, for that matter.

What's on the other side, Ranga?

Ma'am…

-Venu, move the drum here!
-Sir.

Hold this, ma'am.

Give me the baton.

Watch out, ma'am.

-Ranga, look here.
-Ma'am.

The same set of footprints.

-Ranga…
-Ma'am.

We found Koti's body, ma'am.

I wanted to catch him alive.

I'm from the bakery.
Ma'am ordered egg puffs.

Okay.

Ma'am, the egg puffs are here.

Kids, the egg puffs are here.

Come and get them.

Careful.

Thank you, Aunty.

-Let's go upstairs and eat in the tent.
-Okay.

-Dig up quickly.
-Okay, sir.

-Hurry up! It's getting dark.
-Sure, sir.

Come on, hurry!

Sir, there's a foul smell coming
from underneath.

Ma'am, there's a foul smell coming
from underneath.

Hello, all.
Welcome back to Ghost Shadows.

Thank you all so much
for writing to us and supporting us.

Anju!

Anju!

What is it, Mom?

Come downstairs
and change into comfy clothes.

Alright, coming.

-I'll be right back.
-Okay.

Come fast.

Anju!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Mom, the dress is stuck.
I can't get it off.

Mom!

Anju, how many times
do I have to call you?

-Where's Anjali?
-She just went downstairs, Aunty.

Mom…

Mom…

Sagar!

Sagar!

Yeah, Priya. What is it?

I can't find Anjali.

-Did you look properly?
-I looked everywhere, Sagar.

I can't find her.

Okay, don't panic.
She must be around.

I'll go look for her, okay?

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Did you find Anjali?

Sagar!

Where did these puffs come from?

I ordered them for the kids.

Where's Anjali?

How many did you order?

Six.

Is that really important right now?

Where are the rest of the puffs, Priya?

The kids took them upstairs.
Sagar, Anjali…

Where are the papers
that came with the puffs?

Where's one more paper?

Move! Move!

Hey! Where did one more paper go?

Shit!

"Tragedy strikes famous journalist
Sagar Varma's family.

His six-year-old daughter Anjali has died.

She fell into the lift area
that was left open by accident.

The lift turned on…"

Mom… Mom…

"Her body got crammed
between the lift and the wall,

becoming the cause of her death."

Mom…

Shit!

Anjali… Anjali…

Shit!

-Hello, Ramana. Turn off the lift!
-Hello, sir. Security.

-Ramana, turn off the power grid!
-Okay, sir.

Nobody gets into the lift, okay?

-Hurry up, Ramana! Turn it off!
-Okay, sir.

Turn off the lift!

-Quickly turn off the power grid, Ramana.
-I'm on it, sir.

I'm headed there.

-Anjali! Anjali!
-Dad…

Anjali!

Mom…

He tells me to turn off the lift.

Some other guy whines
about why I turned it off.

Anjali! Anjali!

Dad…

Mom…

We'll be late for the train. Hurry!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Mom…

Shit!

Sir…

Ramana, I told you
to turn off the power grid!

I'm on it, sir.

I'm going to the power grid.

Mom…

Turn it off quickly.

Yes, sir. One minute.

Anjali!

Mom…

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali!

An… Anjali!

Anjali!

Anjali! No!

Somebody help!

Anjali!

Ma'am, this isn't a human corpse.

It's a dog.

-What?
-It's the dead body of a dog.

Wrap up the dog's dead body
and place it outside.

What do we do now, ma'am?

-Summon the farmhouse staff.
-Okay, ma'am.

-Whose dog is it?
-It's our dog, ma'am.

It had died in a car accident.

How could you dump it here
like it's some piece of garbage?

Don't you have space in your house?

Burying the body within our compound
would have made Anjali cry.

So, sir asked me to bury it here.

-Who's your sir?
-Sagar sir.

This farmhouse
belongs to a friend of his.

That is why we buried it here.

Okay, you may leave.

Ma'am, what do you want us
to do with the dog's dead body?

-Tell them to bury it again.
-Okay, ma'am.

I'll be right back.

We're unnecessarily
complicating this case, Ranga.

Maybe Ghosh and Sagar
have told us the truth.

They must've placed the dog's dead body
in the generator room after the accident.

It's a huge dog.

It would easily weigh
between 40 to 50 kilos.

They must've carried it
across the compound wall

and buried it in that piece of land.

And Ghosh must have
released Koti from custody.

Koti must have gone to his
friends' or someplace else.

We have no evidence left
to suspect Ghosh and Sagar.

I can't go forward.

Whatever you just said
might be true, ma'am.

But…

you said that someone stood by the door
and watched Charles commit suicide.

We don't have any
details on that person yet.

You're right, Ranga.

We need to find out who that is.

Let's circle back to the case
with a clear head.

I want every detail.

Time graphs, photographs,
anything you can get.

Everything on my table, okay?

-Make it fast.
-Okay, ma'am.

There's a parcel for Ms. Priya Avuduri.

Sign here.

Priya ma'am!

Priya ma'am!

Kamakshi…

No, ma'am.

Don't look.

You'll get scared.

I'll throw it away.

What is it?

Listen to me, ma'am.

Go upstairs.

Don't look, ma'am.

Priya, it's okay.

Father-in-law…

When did you arrive?

There's a courier for you.

Okay.

It's in the pantry.

Amrutha sent it…

along with this letter.

She wrote, "Priya, get a fetus
DNA test if you don't believe me."

Now I want you to look me
straight in the eyes and answer this.

Should I get the DNA test done?

Or…

Will you tell me the truth?

Priya…

What happened was an accident.

I'm sorry.

You fricking cheat!

You fricking cheat!

-Priya, I'm sorry.
-No!

-Priya, I'm sorry.
-How could you?!

Why did you do this?

-Priya… Priya…
-I hate you! No!

-Priya, listen to me for a minute.
-Get out!

-Just get out! I hate you!
-Please, Priya!

-Get out of my life! Get out!
-Priya…

Priya, I'm sorry!

Get out of my life!

Get out!

Out!

I'm sorry.

Out!

Thanks, Mom.

Mom, if you want to give me something,

place it by the door and knock.

I'll come and get it, okay?

I have loads of office work.

Don't send anybody in.

Alright.

BIKERS TAKE ON THE ROADS ON A TRIP
FROM HYDERABAD TO LADAKH

Sandeep, I need some information.

I have a bike number.

I need the registration address
and name, please. It's urgent.

Sorry, guys. I'm late.

-Is everything ready?
-Yeah, all set.

There's someone from the Page 3 website
to interview you.

He'd been pestering me incessantly.
So I asked him to come here.

-Why don't you go talk to him?
-My interview? Are you serious?

Yeah! You're a YouTube star now!

Our show Ghost Shadows is
creating a sensation all across India.

How could they not
interview a celebrity like you?

-Where is he?
-Over there.

Yeah.

-Hi, ma'am. Manu from Page 3.
-Hello. Yeah.

Actually, I got an idea after
seeing your camera guy.

Shall we go for a video interview?

I promise I'll keep it brief.

-Sravan, will you shoot?
-Yeah, yeah.

So, tell me, Kiran. Why did you
choose the subject of ghosts and spirits?

What if I find out
if ghosts really exist…

by performing advanced
scientific research…

and let people know about it?

-That's where it all started.
-Nice!

How do you know
that a particular place is haunted?

Towards the end of every video,
we ask our viewers…

to mail any real ghost stories
that they know of.

-Okay.
-And you know what?

We receive thousands of calls
and emails every day.

We pick a few real, interesting stories.

And only after complete
research on the matter…

and only if we feel that people
should know about this real story,

we make a video on it.

There is one such story
surrounding this school.

-That is why we're here.
-Okay.

Let's take this school for example.

How do you figure out if
this place is haunted or not?

Like, what is your technical procedure?

We monitor with the help
of a night vision camera.

We test using EMF readers.

Sorry, EMF readers?
I didn't get it. Sorry.

It's an electromagnetic field reader.

I'll just show you.

This is an electromagnetic field reader.

When we turn this on at a haunted place,

and if this light turns on, it indicates
the presence of a ghost.

If the light doesn't turn on,
it means there is no ghost.

Just in case the light flashes,

it's very dangerous!

We should vacate the place right away.

Have you ever experienced it?

So far, never.

It sounds terrifying.

Anyways, we're done.
Thanks for the interview.

Sure, thank you.

Sagar, why are you here?

Why did you follow me?

I should ask you that.

You know my name too.

Who are you?

I'm Kiran Reddy, YouTuber.

I perform research on ghosts
and spirits and make videos on them.

Four months back, a man named
Ravi reached out to me.

He said he has
a fully researched real ghost story.

He asked me to come
to Hyderabad to meet him.

I didn't bother.

But then I found out that
he's a very famous journalist.

Listen, Kiran…

I don't have much time.

I told you I have a story.

It's a real ghost story.

I've done a lot of research on this.

Journalists have been dropping dead…

over the span of many years.

The deaths are quite horrifying.

And you know what?

All of them have died
by committing suicide.

-Every suicide--
-Mr. Ravi, wait.

The program that I do is
called Ghost Shadows.

And you know what?

How are these suicides
connected to paranormal activity?

Behind every suicide…

there's a paranormal,
supernatural, ghost, spirit force.

Whatever you say.

Something is there.

And…

this hasn't started recently.

Somewhere around…

1963, I think. Yeah.

Journalists have been
committing suicide since 1963.

They hang themselves, slit their throats,

shoot themselves, drink poison.

Last year, my journalist friend Santosh…

fell under a running train and died.

-What are these?
-One day, I parked my bike and got down.

I found a newspaper scrap
stuck to its tire.

I read it and…

it was the death news of my father.

He slipped from the balcony
of the 30th floor…

and broke his skull.

A few minutes later…

I got a call.

My mom was bawling.

He died in the same manner
as the paper said he would.

REPUTED JOURNALIST AKONDA RAVI
FALLS TO DEATH FROM THE 30TH FLOOR

After a few days…

I found another newspaper.

WIFE OF REPUTED JOURNALIST RAVI DIES IN
A TRAGIC ACCIDENT ON THE NATIONAL HIGHWAY

It was written that my wife
had died in a car accident.

By the time I went and saw…

my wife was really dead.

I went from confusion to panic.

Panic to fear.

Whenever I saw any newspaper scrap…

I started collecting it.

My room is filled with newspaper scraps.

My father, mother, wife and son…

I couldn't save any of them.

Sorry.

This is a list of all those
who committed suicide.

It's all the data that
I collected during my research.

Since 1963, 54 people have died.

God knows how many deaths I've missed!

There are lakhs of journalists out there.

Why are these men
being targeted specifically?

Exactly!

I've based my research on the same point.

All the dead people
must share some common factor.

I've connected all the dots.

And finally…

I got the answer.

What is it?

Every person that has died…

was a corrupt journalist.

I've hidden the truths.

I've published lies.

I've fabricated and manipulated stories.

I haven't given a damn about anybody.

I've thought only about the best
interests of me and my newspaper.

Just like me, every journalist
on this list is…

corrupt.

It will haunt everyone and kill them.

It will not only target family members.

But also friends, colleagues, maids…

You know what?

Anyone who meets the journalist
at least once ends up dead.

It kills everyone.

And finally, the person commits suicide…

In the same pattern.

Kiran, please help me.

Take this list.

Do a program on it.

Everyone should know.

I just found 54.

If this program is broadcast…

we'll come to know about more journalists
who have suffered the same fate.

We need to get to the bottom of this.

Please, Kiran.

I spent the night in Hyderabad.

I wanted to meet Ravi again the next day…

and discuss the case in further detail.

But that afternoon…

I received a voicemail
from Ravi all of a sudden.

Hi, Kiran.

The only thing I couldn't figure out
in my research was…

why all of them were committing suicide.

But I've found the answer now.

There's something important
that I need to do.

I might never see you again.

But please don't shelve this story.

Please do what you must do.

Shit!

What has he figured out?

What does he plan on doing?

I knew something was wrong.

I went to meet Ravi right away.

Hello!

You shouldn't have come here, Kiran.

What?!

I've told you everything that I know.

-Get out of here immediately!
-Ravi, listen! Ravi!

Ravi!

Ravi, no!

Ravi, no!

Ravi, please!

Ravi, no!

The newspaper was in his hand.

It stated that I was going to die.

But nothing happened to me.

I don't know why.

Ravi met me…

told me about the ghost,
and committed suicide.

When I was losing sleep over this,

I saw Charles' name in the paper.

His father's death news.

That's when I inquired about
Charles and found out that…

he's involved in very controversial
stories and he's a corrupt man.

That is why his brother, father,
and son started dying one by one.

I saw you at Charles' house
for the first time.

Journalist Sagar Varma.

I saw the news of your
dog's death in the paper.

I got suspicious, inquired
about you, and found out that…

you're the next target of the ghost.

Because you're a highly
corrupt journalist.

Businessmen, politicians, big shots…

you've supported all their crimes.

Minister Chakravarthy…

you've supported him as well.

You're the reason he has
become the Minister today!

Ninety people have died at his liquor shop
from drinking adulterated liquor.

You made sure that
the news didn't come out.

Eleven girls were brutally raped
at his brother-in-law's hostel,

and three of them were ruthlessly killed.

You didn't let that story come out either.

Alright. I agree.

I'm a corrupt journalist. I agree.

But that ghost you're talking about,
why didn't it just kill me?

Anjali was a small girl.
What was her fault?

Why is it targeting my family?

Have you ever thought about
the families of those 90 people?

Or about the sufferings
of the three families in the rape case?

No, right?

Similarly, the ghost doesn't really care.

Why didn't you warn me before?

Why did you hide from me?

Because I didn't want to get
involved in your story, Sagar.

The news of my death was in
the newspaper shortly after I met Ravi.

KIRAN REDDY, HOST OF THE YOUTUBE SHOW
GHOST SHADOWS, FOUND DEAD

But I don't know why I'm still alive.

I was afraid
that I might die if I met you.

Except for following you,
getting to know your story,

and finally making a video about it,

I don't know what to do.

Here's all the research
that Ravi has done.

See if it will be of any help to you.

Look at these newspapers.

This font is pretty old.

So is the texture of the newspaper.

They all look the same.

And look at the letter "Ka."

The letter "Ka" is inverted
in all the newspapers.

Look.

-Yeah!
-Kiran…

looks like someone is printing these
newspapers on an old printing machine.

We need to figure out who that is.

I need your help.

They've composed every
letter manually and printed it.

These printers are
currently out of production.

This newspaper has definitely
been printed 70 to 80 years ago.

But if you notice,

the letter "Ka" is inverted
in all the newspapers.

-Look.
-Yeah, I see it.

It must be their code.

During the freedom struggle,

a few newspapers were secretly printed
without the Britishers' knowledge.

People used such codes as a means
to identify their newspapers.

-Give me two minutes.
-Okay.

He was our guest lecturer when
I was pursuing Visual Communication.

He has written around 12 books
on screen printing.

-Just a minute.
-Yeah.

Hello, sir.

Hello, Kiran ma'am.
It's the Location Manager speaking.

We didn't get the permission
to visit the location tomorrow.

But you said I could
check out the location tomorrow.

How can you cancel at the last minute?

There are some security issues.
Please understand.

Sir, I've planned my next episode there.

I could try and arrange it today.

Can you come right away?

Here are all the newspapers
from that time period.

-Andhra Prabha…
-Sagar, I need to leave urgently.

I need to check out the location
for my next episode.

-You'll take it from here?
-Yeah, sure.

Bhaskar sir, thank you so much.

-I'll see you later.
-Okay, dear.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

Andhra Prabha, 1955.

Krishna Pathrika…

This isn't the one.

Andhra Pathrika…

This isn't the one either.

The letter "Ka" looks fine.

It looks fine on this one as well.

Sir, the letter "Ka"
is inverted on this one.

Dhootha?

Sir…

the address of this Press…

-You can Google it.
-Okay.

Dhootha…

Dhootha…

Dhootha!

Founded by Satya Murthy in 1938.

The paper had a good run till 1962.

But in the same year, Mr. Satya Murthy
went missing all of a sudden.

Later on, the paper was shut down.

He has written a book as well.

"Journalism. Values and Principles."

I've seen that before.

Listen…

the book will have
the address of the Press.

Right, sir.

Sir, I'll get going.

-Can I click a picture of this?
-Go ahead.

-You said you're a journalist, right?
-Yes.

You've chosen a noble profession.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, ma'am.
I'm the watchman here.

-Sir told me that you'd be coming.
-Okay.

-I like your videos, ma'am. I'm a fan.
-Thank you.

My whole family watches along with me.

I guess this is the first time you'll be
shooting in an abandoned hospital.

Yeah, but I knew that
I'd be doing it someday.

Oh!

How come?

Because compared to any other place,

a hospital witnesses
the most number of deaths.

-Okay.
-So, technically,

there are more ghosts
and spirits here.

Okay, ma'am.

-Shall we go inside?
-I can't come, ma'am.

I've been working here for six months.

But I've never set foot inside.

I haven't had the courage after
knowing the hospital's history.

-Okay. I'm going in.
-Careful, ma'am.

The floors are quite
slippery due to the rain.

"Journalism. Values and Principles."

I've seen it somewhere.

I've seen it somewhere.

Where have I seen this?

"Journalism. Values and Principles."

Shall I send all this stuff
to the farmhouse?

"Host of the famous YouTube channel
Ghost Shadows…

Ms. Kiran Reddy found dead.

On her visit
to the Bheemili General Hospital,

which has been abandoned
for the last 15 years,

YouTuber Ms. Kiran Reddy, who
was there for research purposes,

dies in an unfortunate accident."

Shit!

Move! Move!

Come on, move!

Shit!

-Yeah, Sravan?
-Kiran, where are you?

I'm at the Bheemili Hospital.

We don't have permission for tomorrow.

Any indication?

Nothing, Sravan.

No indication whatsoever on the EMF meter.

-Everyone is scared for nothing.
-Oh, shit! I totally forgot, Kiran.

-There are no batteries in the EMF meter.
-Shit!

I told you that I had removed them
for the camera flash, remember?

I called to remind you that.

-So did you buy new batteries?
-Yes, I did.

-Okay, bye. I'll call you later.
-Yeah.

-Was a girl named Kiran Reddy here?
-Yes, sir.

-Where did she go?
-She's inside.

Shit!

We're missing something.

I can't put a finger on it.

We're missing something.

Ma'am…

Why don't you give this a break
and get some rest?

You've been at it for six hours now.

There's a lot of pressure
from the Commissioner's office.

We have to submit the report in two days.

-Shall I order another coffee?
-No.

What is it, ma'am?

Take a look at these roots.

They seem really thick.

Ma'am, if you remember,

there's a huge banyan tree
where we parked the car.

These roots could belong to that tree.

The roots of a banyan tree go ten to
fifteen feet deep into the earth, right?

Yes, ma'am.

Someone must have dug very deep
for the roots to come out like this.

Do you remember how deep we dug that day?

We found the dog's body
at around four to five feet, ma'am.

So, these roots didn't come out
when we dug up the ground.

Are you saying that Sagar…

He buried the dog's body
five feet under the surface.

But he definitely dug up to 15 to 20 feet.

Only then could these
roots have come in the way.

Why do you think
he needed to dig that deep?

Where do you want me to bury Aye, sir?

-Mr. Reddy's land is empty, right?
-Yes, sir.

Bury it there.
I'll talk to Mr. Reddy.

Okay, sir.

Anyone who dug up the grave
would stop upon finding the dog's body.

Nobody would expect
a second body under there.

Brilliant!

Journalism…

"Journalism. Values and Principles."

Shall I send all this stuff
to the farmhouse?

Sagar sir?!

Sir, what are you doing here?

You are…

It's me, sir. Satya.
Journo Global Student.

I came to invite you to the convocation.

-Oh, yeah, right! Satya!
-Yes.

You also submitted
a job application, right?

Yes, sir.

-Dhootha Publications?
-This is Dhootha, sir. It belongs to us.

-What do you mean?
-It belongs to our family, sir.

My grandfather was the Chief Editor.
Satya Murthy.

-I was named after him.
-Satya Murthy…

Please come in, sir.

Please be seated.

Tea or coffee?

No, thanks.

Can I meet Mr. Satya Murthy?

But he's no more, sir.

In the year 1962,
he went missing all of a sudden.

That's when the publishing
and paper printing stopped.

My family lost everything.

We converted the printing press
into our house.

I'm sorry about that.

But…

Can you tell me anything
about his articles or books?

You can see his room, sir.
It might be of help to you.

Come, let me show you.

Please come, sir.

My grandfather, Mr. Satya Murthy.

This room is exactly as he left it.

His books, study table,
papers from that time…

My dad has preserved
everything in his memory.

Satya!

Satya!

Sir, just a minute.
I'll be right back.

-What is it, Dad?
-Satya, who's in there?

Who said you could open the door?

Dad, I just…

Why did you open the lock?

I told you nobody except me
is allowed to open that room.

-Dad…
-Who's in there? Tell them to come out!

Dad, please!

-First tell him to--
-But, Dad…

Chandra Murthy?

He's your father?!

Who allowed you inside?

Step out at once!

People like you have no right
to set foot in there.

Why are you here?

I'm doing research on Dhootha.

You're doing research on Dhootha?!

You don't deserve to even say that word.

Dad.

You said you had to go out
when I returned, right?

Go!

-But, Dad…
-Go, Satya!

I'm just looking for a few details.

You will not find any information here.

Nothing would be worse than a journalist
like you writing about my father.

My father and that paper
have a glorious history.

Don't degrade it with your vile writing.

What is it, sir?

Just because you claim that they had
a glorious history doesn't make it true.

What's so glorious about it?

He started a newspaper and then
abandoned his family and the publishing!

What's so great about it?

Who told you all this?

Nobody needs to tell me anything, sir.

It's all over the Internet.

You read about it on the Internet?!

Are you even a journalist?

Do you even know
the basic principles of journalism?

Only after we cross-check
a piece of information multiple times

and find it to be true

are we supposed to write it
or even talk about it.

Then tell me!

Tell me what is true and what is false.
Clarify it for me.

Otherwise, I'll write only what I know.

As famous journalist
Kodinala Satya Murthy's book…

"Journalism. Values and Principles"
is being inaugurated,

we welcome and thank each
and every guest present here.

I request MLA Mr. Raghavayya
to address the gathering.

Greetings, one and all!

I've attended many
political meetings as an MLA.

But being the Chief Guest at today's
book inauguration ceremony…

makes me feel extremely proud.

Satya Murthy is a close friend of mine.

His newspaper is called Dhootha.

Today, it takes the number one spot
in Andhra Pradesh.

The significance
of this newspaper is that…

once a piece of information
or news is published in Dhootha,

we can rest assured
that it is the absolute truth.

Satya Murthy has immense love for his
country and for the craft of journalism.

I have to tell you about this particular
incident during the Freedom Movement.

Back then, Satya Murthy

had formed a group
with a bunch of young minds like him.

Hiding from the Britishers' eyes,

he had published news
for the people by risking his life.

He had come up with a nice name
for this mode of transmitting news.

"Dhootha."

That's also the name of his newspaper.

Dhootha had become a problem
for the British General of that time.

He had sent forces
to destroy the printing press.

That's when
Satya Murthy met me and said…

"If they destroy the printing press,
let them.

If they arrest me, let them.

But we must protect the
printing machine at any cost."

Because…

that printing machine
is Satya Murthy's weapon.

Both of us moved the printing machine
to the Satyapatnam lighthouse overnight.

The Britishers beat us black and blue…

to make us reveal
the location of the machine.

We endured the pain
but didn't utter a single word.

After our release, we continued publishing
Dhootha from the same lighthouse.

Since then, the lighthouse
has been the logo of Dhootha.

Blending his experience, love,
and respect for journalism together,

Satya Murthy has penned this book.

You can see him in every word of the book.

I can't think of anyone more
deserving to have authorized this book.

With the hope that this book
becomes the guiding light

for future generations in journalism,

I take your leave.

Thanks a lot.

To all the guests who attended
the event out of respect for me,

and to my dear friend Raghavayya,

I extend my thanks.

Earlier, leaders would
venture into politics…

with the sole intention of doing good
for the people and their country.

Raghavayya is one such man.

However…

times are changing.

More and more leaders are
entering politics for power and money.

Along with politics, the journalism
sector is also becoming corrupt.

Journalists who're supposed
to question a mistake…

are publishing false articles for money.

Remember one thing.

Politics and journalism are
like the two tracks of a train.

Moving parallel to one another,

they're supposed to direct
the train of democracy to victory.

Under no circumstances
should these two sides meet.

This thought is what
inspired me to write this book.

I don't want the journalism
sector to be defiled.

As a journalist,

we may not be able to change the world
with our values and principles.

But…

we can inspire change
in at least one person.

And that change will lead
the country towards progress.

-Bhupati…
-Sir.

Murthy…

Do you really believe that politics
and journalism will join hands?

Not just that.

There could be worse
atrocities in the future.

Political parties could
establish their own newspapers…

and snatch the freedom
of journalism completely.

Wait and see.

-Yes, Bhupati?
-Would you mind signing this for me?

-Bhupati, how's your son?
-He's doing well, sir.

He's going to school.

BEST WISHES
SATYA MURTHY

-Hey, Chakrapani…
-Namaste, sir.

-Murthy, this is Chakrapani.
-Oh.

-Namaste, sir.
-Namaste.

He has established a new party
called Praja Vakku.

He'll be contesting the upcoming elections
for the first time as my opponent.

It is an honor to have my name
alongside yours on the ballot paper.

I don't mean to compete against you, sir.

It's about time more youngsters
entered politics.

Definitely. I'm glad.

-Can I get a picture with you, sir?
-Sure. Come.

Come.

-Mr. Bhupati, join us.
-Yes.

The ceremony was amazing, sir.

It wasn't an accident, Bhupati.

You made it happen.

In your rush to finish the book,
some things have slipped your mind, sir.

That is why…

Tickets for Tirupati?

You vowed to visit Tirupati
after having a son.

It's been two years now.

You've totally forgotten about it.

I think you should go.

The upcoming festival is not one to miss.

It's election time.

It'd be a burden to manage
everything on your own.

Any work related to the Press
is never a burden for me, sir.

But, Bhupati…

He said he'd take care of it.

Moreover, you always say…

that after your time, Bhupati is the only
one who can run the paper properly.

What are you hesitant about?

Let's go.

When is the train?

I think it leaves at 6:00 p.m.
Check once.

Keep it.

Hey, look.

-Where are we going now?
-I've organized a holy ritual.

I've made arrangements at the Press.
We're headed there.

DHOOTHA PUBLICATIONS

-Subbayya…
-Sir.

-Has the holy ritual commenced?
-No, sir. We were waiting for you.

Let's go.

-Subbayya…
-Sir.

We're going to Tirupati.

We'll be gone for three days.

Bhupati will finalize
which articles to print.

-Follow his instructions.
-Sure, sir.

Bhupati, we should go to the lighthouse
after the ritual.

What is this, dear?

Even if I make
a small error while writing,

I tend to discard that paper right away.

Garbage covers can't fit these anymore.

You should cut back on your errors.

-Hold on. Let me clear the space.
-Lakshmi, we can do that later.

-First hand me the turmeric and vermilion.
-Okay.

We should start the holy ritual.

Lakshmi, you know my history
with this, right?

I know, dear.
You've reiterated it many times.

This was your weapon
during the Freedom Movement.

-It has been through a lot with you.
-Yes.

It's like your first child.

-Anything else to add?
-No, you got it.

Susheela!

Susheela!

-What is it, dear?
-Take a look at this.

Pictures from yesterday's ceremony.

Looks nice.

Hey, I totally forgot.

We need coconuts for the holy ritual
the day after tomorrow.

-Shall I send Kalpana to the farm?
-Sure.

Okay then.

Kalpana…

-Kalpana!
-Coming, ma'am.

I'm cleaning the room.

What did the doctor say?

It seems there are zero chances
of her walking again.

He has given her these
braces for the time being.

We'll have to put her
in a wheelchair soon.

Do you know what they say about
left-handed people in Christianity?

What?

They say that Satan is fond of you.

-You're related, apparently.
-That's true.

Well, how do you like our party symbol?

-It's really nice.
-I have a statement to go with it.

"Praja Vakku party crushes the opposition
with their dominance in the public."

Do you like it?
Publish it in your paper.

We can think about
our victory statements later.

What's your plan to win?

Tell me.

I've sent Satya Murthy
to Tirupati as you asked.

He'll be back in three days.

We only have these
three days to pull it off.

What's the plan?

There's a maid at Raghavayya's place.
Her name is Kalpana.

She has that wheatish complexion
that's really seductive.

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't want to establish a party
that would be gone with the wind.

My party should sustain for generations.

That means we should plan everything
from the grassroots level up.

Understood?

Kalpana has been under
my influence for two years now.

Now she'll do whatever I say.

She has blind faith in me.

I've given her an important task.

She should be here any minute.

-I'll explain.
-Hello?

That's her.

Bhupati, wait for two minutes.
I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello…

Let me go.

Somebody will see us.

Did you bring it?

I was so worried
that somebody might see us.

It was a struggle.

My hands hurt so badly.

Oh, no! Does it hurt?

Feel better?

Did you bring it from the room I told you?

Yeah, from sir's room upstairs.

Good.

Come back here at the exact time tomorrow.

Okay?

Now go back safely.

What is this?

Kalpana brought it from Raghavayya's room.

Did you seduce her over a period
of two years for this latch?

First, listen to me, Bhupati.

This latch is made of brass.

I'll go meet Sambadu with this,

get two replicas made from iron…

and coat them with brass.

If we ask him to make this latch thinner,

we can move it to and fro easily.

Hand me that magnet.

And the nail.

Magnets don't attract brass.

But if it's iron…

we can open and close the latch
from the opposite side.

Open and close.

I'll practice with one of the two latches.

I'll make sure that I can open
the latch easily by using the magnet.

I'll give the other latch to Kalpana.

Take this and fix it in sir's room.

Okay?

Take this as well.

-What is this?
-Sweets.

Distribute them to sir
and everyone in the house.

Why?

Tell them you're engaged.

We'll be getting married
after the elections, right?

You don't eat these sweets.

When you come to the lake this evening,

I'll give you special sweets.

Okay?

-Okay.
-Go.

Kalpana, the kids are playing outside.
Give some to them as well.

I just did, ma'am.

What's the occasion, dear?

She's getting married, Uncle.

-Hence the sweets.
-Oh!

So, when are you introducing us
to the bridegroom?

He said he'd come
and seek your blessings soon.

That's great.

Listen, dear.
We've reached a decision.

You don't have anyone to call family.

We've never treated you as an outsider.

You're one of us.

So, for your wedding expenses…

and to ensure that you don't face
any struggles in the future,

we've opened a bank account in your name.

We'll deposit some amount
every month from now on.

Okay, sir.

On the center.

Where's the sweet for me?

Dear…

Dear…

Kalpana, come here.

-Did you fix the latch?
-Yes.

Did you distribute
the sweets to everyone?

Yes.

You said you'd bring
special sweets for me.

I did. First, get in.

No. Somebody might see us.

There's nobody here.
Don't worry about it.

Get in.

Besides, we're getting married soon.

Don't be shy. Get in.

I said get in.

-Let me go.
-There's nobody here.

Sir is such a sweet person.

He has deposited 15,000 rupees in my
bank account for our wedding expenses.

Oh, really?

Why did you ask me to remove the latch
and then put it back?

Let me tell you why.

By the time I kill her,

you'll be printing the next day's paper
all by yourself.

Go to the lake along with Officer Ramana
and the Press in 30 minutes.

Understood?

Send the bodies for postmortem.

What happened, sir?

Suicide.

She was the maid
at Mr. Raghavayya's place.

They gang-raped her.

She was afraid of the humiliation
in case the news came out.

So, she wrote a suicide
note and drowned herself.

What are you saying, sir?

Is our MLA Raghavayya behind this?

Yeah, the same man.

I can't believe it, sir.

We'll investigate this in the morning.

Alright then. Let's go.

Paper.

Paper.

What's happening in that house?

Who is behind the suicide
of this innocent soul?

Raghavayya claims to be a good man

who has fought
during the freedom struggle.

In fact, he takes the credit
for our Independence.

What is his response to this?

What's the guarantee that this
wouldn't happen to your mother or sister?

Who is behind this cruel act?

His sons or Raghavayya himself?

I was devastated when I saw the news
in Dhootha paper this morning.

We know very well about Dhootha
newspaper and Mr. Satya Murthy.

He'd publish a piece of information
only if it's true.

Moreover, Raghavayya is
a dear friend of Mr. Satya Murthy.

He wouldn't spare a felon,
even if it was his best friend.

How can we let them go?

Have we been voting for such
a heinous man all these years?

I'm not saying this
in view of the upcoming elections.

I'm deeply frustrated
by this tragic incident.

I'm questioning them
on behalf of the poor.

We cannot spare a man like him!

Let's drag him out
and confront him. Let's go!

Raghavayya!

Who's answerable for what happened?

Come on out!

You owe us an answer! Come on out!

Come on out!

Hold on, people.

Calm down! Calm down!

We'll arrest him once
we have a word with him, okay?

Mr. Raghavayya…

Mr. Raghavayya, open the door.

-Break the door open!
-Okay, sir.

Go and search all the rooms.

-Okay, sir.
-Check every room thoroughly.

Sir, all the room doors
are open downstairs.

-Nobody's home, sir.
-Alright. Come with me.

Mr. Raghavayya!

Mr. Raghavayya!

Mr. Raghavayya!

The door is locked on the inside.

Hey! Break it open.

This is horrifying, sir.

They've committed mass suicide.

This is today's newspaper.

They assumed that nobody would find out.

Check if all the windows are locked shut.

All the windows are locked, sir.

The main door is locked as well.

There's no room for suspicion.

This is definitely mass suicide.

Mom…

Dad…

Mom…

Dad…

Careful.

I guess Subbayya is home.

What is it, Subbayya?

Sir…

MLA RAGHAVAYYA'S
HOUSEMAID COMMITS SUICIDE.

-Who wrote this?
-Bhupati.

He came to the Press last night
and sent everyone home.

I had a feeling that something was fishy.

But I didn't expect him to do this.

What's going on, dear?

She has worked for that family
for over ten years.

They used to treat her
like their own daughter.

Do you think they would
do something like this?

I'll go and talk to Raghavayya.

Sir, the whole family committed
mass suicide this morning.

Oh, dear!

No. This can't be happening.
I have to go!

Bhupati!

Bhupati!

Hey, Bhupati!

-What's wrong, sir?
-Where's Bhupati?

He's not home, sir.
He has gone out.

-Where did he go?
-I don't know, sir.

He's been spending a lot of time
with Chakrapani lately.

Cheers, Bhupati!

Cheers!

-Cheers, Ramana Ghosh!
-Cheers!

"That change will lead
the country towards progress."

"Politics and journalism are
like the two tracks of a train.

They shouldn't overlap."

My foot!

We're not fools to listen
to that old man's bullshit.

Forget about railway tracks, Bhupati.

We must blend like milk and water.

We must help each other.

Kill anyone who gets in the way
and attain heights.

That is the true essence of politics.

Only those who dare to take lives
can reign over the land forever.

Why did you kill everyone else
and spare that little girl?

What little girl?

What are you saying?

The younger son's second daughter.
She has polio.

She was in the corner room.

Polio? I didn't notice her.

Not bad. The kid was lucky.

What did you do with her?

I've sent her to her relatives.

I had a really hard time sending
the bodies directly to the graveyard

and skipping the postmortem process.

Ramana, your job isn't done yet.

Satya Murthy will be back tomorrow.

You need to tell him that
a detailed investigation has been done.

That the family has raped the girl.

You need to convince him that Raghavayya's
family is one hundred percent guilty.

Once he falls for it, he will
not bother us with anything else.

What's more, he'll appreciate me.

I don't have to run
election campaigns anymore.

I'll win with a huge majority.

Chakrapani, MLA.

Within ten years, I'll be Chakrapani,
the Chief Minister.

Alright. Take us along
for the ride as you grow.

You'll get promoted for sure.

What do you want, Bhupati?

I want my own Press and my own newspaper.

And a large sum of money
that I can't count!

Who cares about values,
principles, and ethics?

Your own paper.

A paper that would support my party.

I'll make it happen.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

Cheers!

I can't believe that Bhupati
has done all this.

Should we tell the police?

SI Ramana Ghosh is on their side.

They've taken advantage
of the public's trust in Dhootha…

and turned a lie into the truth.

I'll never forgive them for this.

I'll expose their true colors
in the same newspaper tomorrow.

I'll show Bhupati

what the power of truth can be like.

Mr. Chakrapani, the next MLA--
Sorry, the next CM.

The party was splendid.

Future DGP, I'll see you tomorrow.

Once the old man is back.

You're going to have your own Press.

Go sleep peacefully.

Want a cigarette?

BEST WISHES
SATYA MURTHY

Satya Murthy was here.

What are you talking about?

You said he's in Tirupati
and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

This is the book he signed for me.

I had forgotten it in his car.

How did it end up here?

Do you think
he overheard our conversation?

Let's go.

Come on, hurry.

Coming.

When did you come back from Tirupati?

It's only been a little while.

You were supposed to come back
tomorrow, right?

We finished our itinerary early, so…

Is sir home?

He has gone out for some work.

Gone out?

I'm coming from the Press.
He wasn't there.

Where do you think he went?

I don't know.
He hasn't told me anything.

-How did the pilgrimage go?
-It went well.

-Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Okay.

He knows everything.

I think he has told his wife as well.

She got paranoid when she saw me.

He'll expose us in tomorrow's newspaper.

All our hard work has gone down the drain.

He'll ruin everything.

And do you think we'll simply let him?

He should be at the Press
if he wants to print this by tomorrow.

He's not there either.

I know where he could've gone.

Ramana, you go that way.
Bhupati, you come with me.

Who's there?

Sir…

You?!

Why did you come back from
Tirupati earlier than planned, sir?

I told you to come tomorrow, right?

Did you have to come back,
find out about all this,

and get all upset with us?

Was there any need, sir?

Do you understand what you have done?

You have dipped your hands
in blood instead of ink.

You have destroyed the sense of respect
and responsibility journalism holds.

What did you do it for?

Was it just greed for the money
Chakrapani had offered?

Shame on you!

Karma will catch up to you, Bhupati.

This sin will haunt you
and your family forever!

You've done everything
that a journalist shouldn't.

I might forgive Ramana Ghosh
and Chakrapani.

But I will not spare you.

I'm going to reveal
the truth to the public.

By tomorrow morning…

Let go of me!

Let go!

Bhupati met my mother the next morning…

and terrorized her to tell the world
that her husband had gone missing.

He threatened to kill me otherwise.

All my mother had was me.

So, she remained silent to protect me.

She told me the truth on her deathbed.

I'm sorry, sir.

I ran my mouth without knowing the truth.

Is the printing machine
still at the Satyapatnam lighthouse?

Maybe. Maybe not.
I don't know.

You've gotten all the information
you need, right?

Write whatever you want,
however you want it.

Sir…

I'm really sorry, sir.

-Dad shouldn't have--
-That's okay. Don't worry about it.

Sir, is my internship on or off?

When someone new joins our company,

it's our tradition
to welcome them with a pen.

You don't need the internship.

Finish your course and directly
become an employee of our company.

-All the best to you, Satya.
-Thank you so much, sir.

Sir, you'll be attending
the convocation, right?

Oh!

Yes. Can you remind me again
on that day?

-Of course, sir.
-Great.

-Okay, thanks.
-Thank you, sir.

Dad, I was so worried.

I thought he'd be hurt by your words
and cancel my internship!

But he offered me a job instead.

Job?

With him?

I don't accept this, Satya.

I don't want to end up like you, Dad.

I want to be successful.

I have a lot of hopes about my future.

I'm warning you because
I want a good future for you.

This pen belongs to your grandfather.

Once you choose a certain path,

it is extremely difficult
to step away from it.

Make the right decision, Satya.

Where have my grandfather's values
and principles gotten him?

What have you achieved
by following in his footsteps?

You couldn't even
feed your family properly.

I can't live like you, Dad.

Grandfather, my foot!

KA

"November 16th, 2022.

Police have launched a hunt
for the man in the above picture.

He broke into renowned industrialist
Bharadwaj's house in Siripuram…

where his daughter Priya,
wife of famous journalist Sagar…"

Priya…

"Continued on page six."

16th November.

16th November.

That's tomorrow.

Priya…

Priya…

Hold it.

Hold on tight, guys.

Sir, there's something underneath.

Sir!

It's a human body!

Guys, pull the body out carefully.

-Ma'am…
-What is it, Ranga?

We found Koti's body.

Ranga, send the body for postmortem.

And call Dr. Ashok.
Tell him it's very urgent.

-Inform Koti's family as well.
-Okay, ma'am.

And if the wife doesn't identify the body,

-send it for a DNA test immediately.
-Sure, ma'am.

Within 24 hours of identifying this
as Koti's body,

I want Sagar and Ajay Ghosh in my custody.

Sir…

Sir, namaste.

-Who are you?
-You've arrested my husband.

-I came to talk to you about it.
-Who's your husband?

Koti, the lorry driver.

-So, you're Koti's wife?
-Yes, sir.

-Come inside.
-It's okay, sir.

I came to talk to you.

It's pouring, and you're drenched.
Come inside.

It's totally okay. Come inside.

Sit.

Sir…

-Hey! Come and sit here.
-It's okay, sir.

Don't feel uncomfortable.
It's okay. Sit comfortably.

Come on.

What's your name?

-Kala, sir.
-Kala!

Sir, I came to the station
so many times to meet you.

But…

They didn't let me in.

That is why I came to meet you personally.

You're drenched. Pat yourself dry.

Go on.

It's okay. Go on.

Listen, Kala…

Your husband wasn't arrested
in a petty accident case.

He was caught smuggling guns
illegally from UP.

As you know, gun smuggling case
is a big deal.

The Anti-Terrorism Squad
is dealing with the case.

-It's out of my control.
-Sir…

I don't know when they'll let him go.

I'm not sure if they'll even let him go.

Sir, I have three kids at home.

They haven't eaten anything for two days.

-They're asking about their father.
-Hey! Why are you crying?

I have a friend named Mohan
in the department.

One phone call and your husband
will be out in two days.

Crying doesn't solve problems, does it?

It is my responsibility
to get your husband released.

Okay?

You and I need
to be of help to each other.

Okay?

Do you understand?

If you make me happy,

I'll give you all the help you need.

Listen, Kala…

Look, you're still dripping.

Don't worry. I'm here for you.

What do you say, Kala?

You don't have to do anything for me.

Remember, you're doing this
for your husband.

That's it.

Okay?

That's nice.

Come inside. We'll talk.

Come on.

Come fast.

Who is it at this hour, Kranthi?

Go back to sleep, Mom.
I'll take a look.

What are you doing here, Sagar?

At this time?

I was present when Charles died.

He committed suicide
right in front of my eyes.

Also, it was me who bribed Ghosh
to torture Koti, the driver.

Ghosh assumed that
he died in the process

and dumped his body in my farmhouse.

But when I got there,
Koti was still alive.

He slipped and fell on a cleaver
and died on the spot.

Then I buried him in the adjacent plot

and covered his body
with the dog's body on top.

You'll find his body if you go dig there.

I know all of this.

We've already been there
and dug up Koti's body.

There's no point in you
confessing to all of this right now.

If you have something to say,
save it for the court.

-You may go now.
-Kranthi, please!

Kranthi, please wait!

Take a look at these newspapers once.

They've been haunting me
for the past one week.

CLUES

It was written well in advance
how people related to me are going to die.

It was printed beforehand.

I found this clipping an hour ago.

Take a look.

Priya's news.

Check the date. November 16th.

I don't know
what's going to happen to Priya.

WANTED

Kranthi, I couldn't save Anjali.

The least I can do is
save Priya and our baby.

I have no idea who the man
in the newspaper is.

We need to ask Priya.
Maybe she knows.

Kranthi, I need to warn her.

But she wouldn't talk to me right now.

We had a fight.

She's staying at her father's place now.

They won't allow me in there.

Kranthi, you need to come with me, please.

I promise…

I will surrender
once this is all over. I promise.

Sagar, what are you even saying?

What's with all these newspapers?

So, in the year 1962,

a journalist named Satya Murthy
was killed on a printing machine.

Since then, the machine
has been printing papers

and taking down
corrupt journalists one by one.

Is that it?

Kranthi, you have to believe me.

We have very little time.

I need to go meet Priya.

Please!

Kranthi, we need to meet Priya somehow.

All these pieces
are from one single paper.

See this.

It's all fitting like a jigsaw puzzle.

If we join these, we'll see
another article in the center.

What is this?

"Sub Inspector Ajay Ghosh
brutally murdered."

What?!

Oh, my God!

Shit!

"In his house in the police quarters,
Mankapuram SI Ajay Ghosh

has been brutally shot dead
with a country gun.

The primary investigation concludes that

the murder could've taken
place at one o'clock in the morning."

"The killer seems to have
fired all the bullets in the gun.

Four of those bullets have
pierced through Ajay Ghosh's body.

The remaining bullet missed its target,

and hit the wall behind him."

What is this?

-Yes, Ranga?
-Ma'am, I'm at the police quarters.

Someone has shot Ajay Ghosh to death.

When did this happen?

Around one o'clock in the morning, ma'am.

Fifteen minutes ago,

the neighbors reported gunshots
being fired to our control room.

Ranga…

can you tell me
how many bullets have been fired?

Let me see, ma'am.

It looks like the whole
magazine has been emptied.

I think all six bullets
have pierced through his body.

Ranga, no.

Only five bullets were fired.

Four of them
have pierced through his body.

One bullet has missed the target.

Check behind the body.

You're right, ma'am!

One bullet is stuck in the wall.

How did you know, ma'am?

I'll call you back.

As it is.

It happened in the same
manner as written in the paper.

How long will you take?

This is my husband's, isn't it?

-Where did you find it?
-What did you do to my husband?

What did you do to my husband?!

Stop nagging me about what I did to him.

Do you know who you're talking to?

What did you do?!

Calm down. I'll tell you.

Your husband was a bloody smuggler.

He looked like a damn buffalo.

But I just gave him a couple of blows
and he died. What am I supposed to do?

And you're acting as if you're so pious!

Is your husband the only man in your life?

Is he the father of all your three kids?

You're a whore who goes from
one bedroom to another at midnight.

Namaste, sir.

-Vasu…
-Sir.

-Open the gate.
-Okay, sir.

-Yes?
-Sir, sorry to disturb you.

I'm Kranthi Shenoy.
I'm the Deputy Commissioner of Police.

I need to talk to Priya
regarding an important case.

You want to talk to her about
a case in the middle of the night?

She's pregnant.

She needs rest.

You can come back in the morning.

Sir, I understand. But…

we don't have much time.

-Priya's life is in danger.
-What?!

Sagar!

What the hell is he doing here?

What have you got to do with their fight?

Why is the police getting involved?

Sir, I'm not here to patch them up.

I don't care about that.

Let me tell you once again.

Priya's life is in danger.
We need to talk to her.

Please call her immediately.

-Ma'am, she's sleeping…
-Call her now!

This is bullshit!

These papers, ghosts-- All nonsense!

Priya, I'm telling you.

Don't believe him.

This is just his plan
to get in touch with you.

Sir…

Anjali passed away only a few days ago.

And now, both Priya
and our unborn child are in danger.

-At a time like this--
-Listen, I know all about you.

-You're a bloody--
-Dad, please.

Let him finish.

Priya, please take a look
at this photograph for me.

Take a good look and tell me.

Have you ever seen him in any of
the stories or cases that you've covered?

Are you sure?

First, we need to find out
who this man is.

We don't have much time.

Priya, keep this newspaper with you, okay?

Even if you remember the slightest detail,
call Kranthi and tell her, okay?

And Priya, please don't
meet anyone tomorrow.

Stay in your room, okay?

Please be careful.

We'll also organize some
security for you, okay?

You don't have to tell me
about my daughter's safety.

I know how to take care of my daughter.

If there's any threat to her life
right now, it's because of you.

That's the end of this discussion.
You may please leave.

She needs some rest.

Please.

Where will you go now?

I'll go back to my flat.

I can't go to Mom and Dad
at this time. They'll panic.

WANTED

Vasu…

-Vasu!
-Yes, ma'am.

Who placed this flowerpot here?

I did, ma'am.
Sir told me to do it this morning.

But I forgot.

When did you place it?

A while ago.
Just before Sagar sir were here.

Okay, ma'am.

Do you believe
that he's telling the truth?

Dad, look.
It's the same flowerpot.

It seems you told Vasu to place it here.

But Vasu is saying that he placed it here
just before Sagar came over.

I mean, it's the same flowerpot.

The same flowerpot is in this picture.

How is it possible, Dad?

Do you see what's happening here?

Dad…

something is not right.

Dad…

Sagar may not be a good husband.

But he's a good father.

He's really a good father.

He wouldn't lie about his baby.

It's just a matter of a day, right?

I'll stay in my room.

Who are you?

What do you plan on doing to Priya?

"Charles David.

His wife Marian passes away
in a gas cylinder blast."

Charles' wife Marian died in
a cylinder blast in the kitchen?!

What?!

Just meeting Ravi made the news
of my death appear in the paper.

But I don't know how I survived.

But Marian is alive.

Hello?

-Hello, is this Mr. Viswanath's house?
-Yes, who is this?

-How are you related to him, sir?
-I'm his son.

Sir, has anyone died in your family
since your father's passing?

Why are you asking about my
father, who died 40 years ago?

Sir, please.
This is valuable information.

It's a matter of life or death
for my family. Please, sir.

Has anyone died in your family
since your father's passing?

Before my father passed away,
many people have died in our family.

However, there were no
more deaths after he died.

Only recently, my mother passed away.

How, sir?

Cancer.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you so much, sir.

Mr. Seshagiri Rao's house?

R&B Guest House.
Can I speak with you about Mr. Mohan?

Hello. Is this Mr. Murthy's house?

Can I speak with
Mr. Venkata Ratnam's family?

There's only one way to stop it.

Kranthi…

I couldn't find a way
out of this all these days.

But finally, I have found a way.

My death.

All of this will stop only if I die.

Kranthi!

Charles' newspaper
says that Marian is dead.

But she's still alive.

That's because Charles committed suicide.

I've contacted every journalist's family
from the file Kiran gave me.

All the family members are alive.

Because as soon as
the targeted journalist dies,

the ghost stops targeting the family.

They're all alive.

Only natural deaths.
No accidental ones.

If I want to save Priya,
my baby, and my parents…

I must die, Kranthi.

And Kranthi…

I'm so sorry for pulling you into this.

Thank you so much for all your support.

Goodbye.

Priya…

I love you so much.

Every moment that I've spent
with you is so special to me.

I know I've ruined
a beautiful relationship.

All of this happened
because I'm a corrupt journalist.

After knowing that Anjali
lost her life because of me,

I don't want to live anymore.

Before I die, there's something
I need to tell you.

Shit!

The battery is dead.

Shit!

The charger…

Shit!

15-STOREY BUILDING COLLAPSES:
WHO IS TO BLAME?

What?!

Priya!

No!

Oh, God!

-How is he?
-He's absolutely fine, ma'am.

-Nothing to worry.
-Thank you.

Thank you for saving my life.

Well, I need you for the case, Sagar.

Luckily, a patrolling vehicle was
in close proximity and we could save you.

You decided to end your life.

Why did you have
a change of heart all of a sudden?

I checked the washroom.

You threw up all the pills, right?

Why?

Until now, I thought
I was the most corrupt journalist.

But there's someone even worse than me.

-Priya.
-What?

Her briefcase fell down
when I was looking for the charger.

I read the case files that were inside.

Her work ethic is worse than mine.

With more ease than I peddle lies…

she is able to hide the truth.

The ghost of Satya Murthy
that's haunting me…

will catch up to Priya someday.

I thought my family,

Priya's family, and the baby
would be safe if I committed suicide.

The last newspaper that
the machine prints should be about me.

I won't stop until that happens.

Please spare Priya and my baby.

I'll do whatever you want me to.

Please tell me.

"The change you bring in one person…

leads the world to progress."

"The change you bring in one person…

leads the world to progress."

WANTED

Everything alright, Priya?

-Sure?
-Yeah.

Good.

I'll see. Don't worry.

-Drink your milk, okay?
-Yeah.

Who was at the door, Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Please!

You don't know who I am,

but you will definitely
know my daughter Megha.

Remember the four kids who died
in the fire accident at the AKK Hospital?

My daughter Megha was one of them.

Remember her?

That hospital is owned
by your friend, right?

That jerk got greedy for the insurance
money and set the hospital on fire.

And then what did you do?

You did your very best
and buried the truth to protect him.

Want to see the result of your hard work?

Can you look at it?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

Please don't hurt the baby.

So, only your own deserve love?

Is it okay if something happens
to our kids?

Is it okay if they die?

I'm sorry.

Is that it?

Is that it?!

Hello, sir. This is the third trip so far.

-A total of 560 kilos.
-How much?

It will be 1500 rupees, sir.

It's easier to get them from a scrapyard.

I'm finding it difficult to pick up
every paper on the street, sir.

What do you do
with all the newspapers anyway?

-Why do you care?
-Sorry, sir.

Take this.

Let me know if you need anything else.

-Okay. Let's unload.
-Okay, sir.

Come on, hurry!

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight… Eight bags!

-Hey, help me take these to my room.
-Okay, sir.

Come on.

"Sagar"?

-How many times have I told you
-Dad, no! No!

-not to take up journalism, Sagar?
-No! Please, Dad!

-Please don't tear it, Dad. Dad, stop!
-How many times do I have to tell you?

Why don't you listen to me, Sagar?

I said no, right?

-No. I said no.
-Shit!

Have you gone completely insane, Dad?!

Do you have to rip
every paper that you find?

I told you not to take up journalism.

Satya Murthy should've
killed you instead of Anjali.

Sagar!

-Our lives would've been better!
-Do you understand what you're saying?

Mom, first lock him up in his room.

Don't let him out.

-Take him away from here!
-Ask him to stop journalism!

-Come with me.
-Take him away, Mom.

-Please explain it to him, Madhavi.
-Okay.

-Tell him not to take up journalism.
-I'll tell him. Come with me.

NAGARJUNA SAGAR ON THE RISE

Sagar, have you gone mad?!

How could you…?

-Mom, why did you come inside?
-What's all this?

What's with all the newspapers?

Mom, go down. I'll explain later.

I want to know how these
newspapers ended up here.

I'm researching for an article, Mom.
That's all.

Is this how research is done?

No, Sagar.

Throw them out.
Hurry up and throw them out.

-Mom!
-No, Sagar…

Why are you getting so worked up?
What's wrong?

You don't know how it is, Sagar.

This…

Your grandfather would do the same.

Oh, no! I'm terrified!

Mom, what happened? Why are you scared?

What happened to Grandpa?

Oh, no!

What is it?

The same thing happened
to your grandfather.

What happened to Grandpa?

Sagar…

After our marriage, whenever
I'd ask your dad about his father,

he'd avoid the topic
and ask me to never bring him up.

That is why I haven't told you about him.

When the symptoms of Alzheimer's set in,

he thought that someday,
you should know the truth.

So he called me and said,

"I might not remember.
So you must tell him this."

Tell me what?

Your grandfather was also a journalist.

The newspaper that he worked at
had to be shut down for some reason.

After that, he started his own newspaper.

But within a few months of it starting,

members of his family started dying.

His mother.

His father.

His younger brother.

Watching his loved ones
dying right in front of his eyes…

made him mentally unstable.

Day and night,

he'd pick up papers from the street
and fill the room with them.

Just how this room is right now.

One day, your dad came home from school.

-Nobody answered the door.
-Dad… Dad…

When he opened the window and looked,

the house was filled with newspapers.

Your grandfather stood
in the center of them all,

poured kerosene all over his body…

set himself on fire…

and burned to death
along with the newspapers.

Watching his father burn
to ashes in front of his eyes…

made your dad believe that newspapers
were the reason behind his death.

The deaths in the family
stopped with his father's suicide.

As a six-year-old, all your dad knew was
that newspapers caused his father's death.

In his mind,
journalism means his father's death.

That is why he didn't become a journalist.

It's also why he doesn't
want you to be one.

He is afraid that you'll face
the same fate as his father.

What is my grandfather's name?

Bhupati Varma.

Seeing all this is terrifying me, as well.

-Good morning, sir.
-Yeah, Satya.

Sir, the convocation is happening today.
Just a gentle reminder.

The Minister is also on his way.

I hope you're coming.

I'll be there. I am coming.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I said those things
earlier in a fit of rage.

I'll never speak like that again.

I promise.

I love you, Mom.

Why are you saying it all of a sudden?

I'm running late for the function.

I'll get going.

Say you'll be back soon.

Where are we going, dear?

It's a surprise, Mom.

How long?

Just half an hour.

Yeah, Ranga.

Ma'am, Koti's DNA report
won't be ready for another four days.

We could bring in his wife Kala
to identify him but she's missing.

They're saying that she fled
with her kids overnight.

Okay. Inform me as soon
as you have the DNA reports.

Also, find out where Koti's wife is.

Okay, ma'am.

Mom, close your eyes.

-What is this, Kranthi?
-Please! Just for two minutes.

Don't open them until I tell you to.

Come on! Close them!

-Mom, keep your eyes closed, okay?
-Okay.

Open them now.

Kranthi.

Why did you bring me here?

I'm getting this house
converted into a stay-in house.

I thought I'd show it to you.

I told you to sell this house, right?

I came here with the intention to sell.

But once I walked in,

I just couldn't do it, Mom.

Kranthi!

I can't enter this house.

Take me away from here, Kranthi.

Mom?

I know that this house reminds you
of all those that have died.

But this house reminds me that
my mom made it alive out of here.

-Kranthi…
-Mom.

Come in and take a look once.

If you feel uncomfortable,
we can leave right away.

Okay?

Welcome home, ma'am.

Mom, this is Sudha. Interior designer.

Hello, ma'am.

Ninety percent of the work is done, ma'am.

If it weren't for the rain,
we would've wrapped by now.

A door fell off the frame
this morning due to the rain.

-That needs to be fixed, that's all.
-Okay.

Please come in.

-Bring her inside.
-Okay, ma'am.

Sagar, where have you been?

You haven't been to work in four days.

Sir…

-I'm resigning.
-What?!

Are you crazy?

Sir…

I'm not the right guy for this job.

You started this paper
to bring only truth to the people.

That is why I'm saying
I'm not the right guy for this job.

-But, Sagar…
-Sir.

I know that it isn't professional
to resign all of a sudden,

but that is why I wish to recommend
a person as my replacement.

Who is he?

That's you
on the elderly man's lap, right, ma'am?

The books, things, and photographs
from the Independence time…

Every piece carries a
chapter of history, ma'am.

I found these documents
on the shelves upstairs.

I don't know if they're important or not.

-You'd better have a look.
-Sure.

-I'll get back to you, ma'am.
-Yeah.

MLA RAGHAVAYYA'S
HOUSEMAID COMMITS SUICIDE.

KALPANA SARIPADU.

-Mom…
-Yeah?

What is it, Kranthi?

Take a look at this.

What is this?

Bank application form
under Kalpana's name.

Look in the center.

She has done a fingerprint signature.

Yeah.

The root cause of the tragedy our family
endured was Kalpana's suicide letter.

If she couldn't read or write,

how did she write a suicide letter?

Not possible.

Sorry, ma'am. I had to take this call.

It was my family.

Ma'am, I've sent the fallen door
from upstairs to the carpenter.

-I have one of its latches.
-Leave it there.

Okay, ma'am.

Didn't you tell me that all
the latches here are made of brass?

Yes, ma'am.

Brass doesn't catch rust.

This one's rusted. This is iron.

A latch isn't usually this loose.

-Which room is this latch from?
-The one upstairs, ma'am.

The first one, to the left,
beside the staircase.

One second.

Mom…

In which room did Grandpa
and the others commit suicide?

In the same room to the left, Kranthi.

Someone had this latch
made of iron on purpose.

-Hello.
-Ranga, where are you?

I'm in the office, ma'am.

-I need you to do something.
-Tell me.

There are racks filled with old case files
in the backside room, right?

Yes, ma'am.

There's a red file in there
with case no. 1CS 8457.

-Okay?
-Okay, ma'am.

Give that to Vijay.

Tell him to come
to my location immediately.

Okay, ma'am.

Case no. 1CS 8457.

RAGHAVAYYA

KALPANA

Mom, let's assume Grandpa
and the others really did rape Kalpana.

Then he could've used
his power and money…

and easily gotten away with it, right?

Why did he commit suicide?

To date, when there's a room
with locked doors

and someone is found hanging inside,

we assume that it's suicide.

That's what happened back then.

Police broke the door
and entered the room.

They ruled it out
as an open-and-shut case.

But, the latch is made of iron, Mom.

It can be easily operated
from the outside using a magnet.

This isn't an open-and-shut case, Mom.

Well…

-Sudha,
-Ma'am.

-get me a rope.
-Sure, ma'am.

-Welcome to our college, sir.
-Thank you.

-Welcome, sir.
-Thank you so much.

-The Minister will be here in ten minutes.
-Okay, Satya.

Thanks for coming, sir.

Well, did you think about the job offer?

What's there to think, sir?

I'm waiting for the day
that I'll get to work with you.

Okay.

Let's see if you'll stick
to this decision after my speech.

These two knots aren't the same.

I've investigated a lot of suicide cases
where the knot looked like this.

Why does this knot look different?

Is a knot made with the right hand
different from a knot made with the left?

I don't know, ma'am.

But, one of my workers is a leftie.

Srinu…

-Ma'am…
-Come here and take a look.

-Tie this into a noose.
-Okay, ma'am.

These two are the same.

Mom, do you recall anyone
in our family being left-handed?

No, Kranthi.

Only a left-hander could've done all this.

Somebody did this.

What would they have gained
from committing these murders?

This guy is a left-hander.

CHAKRAPANI

Chakrapani.

I think I've seen him somewhere, Mom.

-Welcome to our college, sir.
-Yeah.

He's the founder
of the "Praja Vakku" party.

He's the grandfather
of Minister Chakravarthy.

In the year 1962,

he was the first person to contest
against my grandfather.

When my grandfather passed away,
he won by default.

So, it was Chakrapani who gained
something from my Grandfather's death.

But for one person to kill ten people…

and manipulate all the evidence,

he definitely must have had help.

RAMANA GHOSH

-Ranga…
-Ma'am.

Remember you told me about
Ajay Ghosh's grandfather?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you know his name by any chance?

It's Ramana Ghosh, ma'am.

-Ranga…
-Ma'am.

Any connection between "Praja Vakku"
party founder Chakrapani and Ramana Ghosh?

Could be, ma'am.

They say in the department

that Chakrapani made it big
with the support of Ramana Ghosh.

Okay, Ranga.

You come fast.

Chakrapani and Ramana Ghosh together…

have framed your grandfather
and the others to seem guilty.

How did they convince so many people, Mom?

Well…

This is…

"Bhupati Varma Avuduri."

Bhupati Varma Avuduri.

Bhupati Varma Avu…

"Bhupati Varma Avuduri."

This name…

Sagar Varma Avuduri.

Sagar!

Hello.

A small clarification.

Is there anyone in your family
with the name Bhupati Varma Avuduri?

Nobody can hide the truth, Kranthi.

It will come out eventually.

Yes. Bhupati Varma is my grandfather.

And Minister Chakravarthy…

is the grandson of Chakrapani,
the founder of the "Praja Vakku" party.

All of this started with them.

This Domino Effect, dating back 60 years,
has caught up with me now.

Now its end is in my hands.

Sagar, what?!
Don't do anything stupid again.

This won't stop with me dying, Kranthi.

I need to inspire
at least one person to change.

I have hundreds of future journalists
in front of me.

What I'm about to do will inspire
at least one person to change.

I have to do it.

-I have to.
-Sagar! What are you going to do?

Hello, Sa…

Mr. Raghavaiah, I've sent you
an article regarding the AKK Hospital.

Please publish it by tomorrow morning.

It's very important.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

That hospital mishap was my fault.

I'm really sorry.

Please leave me! Please!

-Whatever happened at the hospital…
-Hospital?!

What the hell! Hospital?!

You don't know who I am, do you?

Do you remember Amrutha?

Your husband's PA.

My wife.

That fricking rascal!
Your husband screwed my wife!

Let me show you one thing.

Hold it.

Play it. Come on.

Watch it.

Tapas…

That day, you asked
who the father was, right?

You want to know?

It's Sagar.

I didn't get to know
his true colors until I got pregnant.

I can't live with the guilt
of having cheated on you.

Tapas, the kind of pain
you'd feel if I die…

I want Sagar to experience
that kind of pain.

You must…

kill his wife…

and his unborn baby.

Please do this for me.

Please, Tapas. It's my last wish.

Where do you think you're going?

Oh, shit!

Journo Global 2022 topper
of the batch and gold medalist…

Mr. Satya Kodinella.

Mr. Bollem Ranadheesh.

Ms. Mahathi Pola.

-Congrats!
-Thank you, sir.

Mr. Ayush Agarwal.

Mr. Bharat Bhushan.

-Ms. Keerthy Cherukuri.
-Congratulations!

Ms. Sowjanya Varlabati.

Ms. Malladi Indira.

Mr. Raju Alapu.

Ms. Anu Kovi.

Mr. Karthik Muralidhar.

Ms. Asha Latha.

Mr. Fayaz Basha.

Thank you so much, sir.

Now, the keynote speaker
you're eagerly waiting for…

Mr. Sagar will address the gathering.

Hey!

-What is it?
-Take a look, sir.

Hey! Open the door!

Come on out!

No!

I said, come on out!

Come on out, you witch!

-No!
-You witch! Come on out!

Journalism.

One of the most respected
and principled jobs in the world.

If a person wants to change the world,

there's no greater weapon
than being a journalist.

We all have the same motive.

To tell the truth.

It's not about how many pages you write.

Journalism is about
the number of truths you expose.

Isn't it true?

It may not seem like a big task to you.

But it's not that simple.

It takes a lot of honesty
and dedication to make it happen.

Many journalists move
in the wrong direction…

due to political pressure
and greed for money.

I am one of them.

Many of you view me as a role model.

I'm sorry to disappoint you all.

I've made a lot of mistakes.

I've buried the truth and delivered lies.

It was all just profit and loss for me.

That's all.

The fame and power that I have today…

Money, whatever it is…

This is how I built my empire.

Looking at all of you…

I see the future of journalism.

It's in the wrong hands now.

You have to change that.

Only tell the truth even
if it means losing your life.

And if you can't do it, if you don't
have the guts, don't be in journalism.

Many politicians like him
will try to corrupt you.

They will threaten you.

They will lure you with money.
But hold your ground.

-This rascal… This bloody rascal…
-Sagar! Hey!

I've committed half
of my mistakes for him.

Hey!

He has taken advantage
of many journalists…

-Hey!
-like me to get to this position.

-In the last election,
-What has happened to him?!

I ran the campaign on behalf of his party.

I wrote positive articles about him.

I hid all the wrongdoings of his family.

And I have taken money to do all this.

Till now, you must've listened to many
speeches and forgotten all about them.

That is why I don't want this speech
to be easy to forget.

I'm going to make it memorable
for all of you.

What I'm about to do should
inspire change in at least one of you.

I just want at least one of you to change.

Sagar, no!

-Call the ambulance.
-Okay, ma'am.

MINISTER CHAKRAVARTHY BRUTALLY MURDERED

Minister Chakravarthy
was brutally murdered.

Journalist Sagar Varma
beats him to death

in the presence
of the media and the public.

Confessing his
crimes as a journalist

and exposing hidden truths
about Minister Chakravarthy,

he said that he hoped to bring change
in at least one person with this act.

He charged at the Minister
with a mic stand.

Mr. Chakravarthy was
declared dead on the spot.

-Satya!
-Sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm really sorry, Dad.

-I'm really sorry, Dad.
-It's okay, Son.

Hello.

Am I speaking to Mr. Chandra Murthy?

Yes, sir. And you are?

CENTRAL JAIL
VISAKHAPATNAM

How are you feeling now?

It's okay. I'm getting better.

I've spoken to the lawyer.

He said that the court won't
buy the paranormal angle.

We should argue that your mental condition
has been unstable since Anjali's death…

and apply for bail on insanity grounds.

Well done, Kranthi.

I must thank you
for assigning this case to me, sir.

Personally, this case has helped me a lot.

I mean, what happened to my family…

It has been bothering me
since I was a kid.

Now I've found closure.

I'm feeling very relieved, sir.

Kranthi, all this happened by chance.

And everything just fell into place.

We have many such pending cases.

They're all linked to supernatural
and paranormal causes.

I believe that you can solve them all.

I've formed a special task force team.

You should lead the team.

And…

this is your next case.

Thank you, sir.