All language subtitles for Abraham Ozler (2024) .mkv3

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Pose like Ben10, Ozler!

You don't look like Ben10.
You look like an idiot now.

Shucks!

Next pose!

Pose properly, Ozler.

My dear, let Papa
take some rest now.

I'm tired after driving
the car for so long.

Ozler, complete Serpent
Thakashaka's story. Please!

I've been asking
you for so long.

Sage Shringi cursed King Parikshit

that he will die of a snake
bite within seven days.

The King got really scared.

So, he built a tower in the middle
of a lake, and started living there.

And then?

Seven days passed.

On the seventh day,
before sunset,

some sages came to visit him.

They had brought some fruits for the King.
The King picked one of those fruits.

The King was unaware...

that Serpent Thakshaka
was hiding inside that fruit,

in the form of a tiny worm.

Oh!

- Ozler!
- Yes!

What is the moral of this story?

Moral...

Well...

- Who's calling now, Ozler?
- There's no signal here, right?

- Anisha!
- Who's calling on the phone here?

- Did you tell anyone that
we're coming here? - No.

It must be the caretaker, Palani.

He might be calling to see
if everything's okay here.

- So, the moral?
- Moral...

- There's no moral?
- Yes, there is.

I'll pass the phone to him.

- Who is it?
- It's for you, Ozler.

- Hello?
- Hello!

Sir, I'm calling from
Munnar Police Station.

We heard that you're here,
from your office.

I know that you're on vacation.

But we're troubling you
since we have no other option.

What is it?

There's been a double murder
at a tourist cottage here, sir.

Two British Citizens were murdered.

Before shifting the bodies from here,

you must come
and have a look, sir.

Even the Foreign Affairs Ministry
is involved in this, sir.

So, we need to be very precise.

Sir, please.

I will come.

Job calling?

Yeah!

Just give me half an hour.

By the time you unpack
and get settled,

Ozler will come back rushing.

What have you done, Ravi?

Two days!
Just two days!

I hired a room in
this High Range Area

to spend some good
times with my wife and child.

And as soon as I landed,
I got a call from the local police station,

asking me to go
there immediately.

Who asked you to give them the
phone number of my cottage?

We haven't given the phone
number to anyone, sir.

No one called us asking
for the number either.

Moreover, you never told
us where you're going.

Hello?

Hello, sir?

Hello?

Dear...

Jenny!

Anisha!

Anisha!

Dear...

Jenny, dear...

Jenny...

Anisha!

Jenny...

Dear!

[3 years later]

I don't have anything to hide, sir.

I want to confess everything.

I've been running around
for the past four-five days.

I've lost that...

that thrill.

I was in the middle of
my engineering studies

when Ozler sir arrested me.

I was a narcotics carrier.

Even though I begged him,

Sir went ahead and filed a case.

I spent five years behind bars,

and it destroyed my future...

and my family's honour.

I had nothing else to do,

except revenge.

I had been following
Ozler sir for a while.

Finally,

I got him all alone, at Munnar.

I kidnapped his wife and
daughter from the cottage.

I was on a Nitrosun trip.

I chopped them up into
pieces at some jungle,

and wrapped those pieces in plastic.
That's all I recall,

along with burying the
packages somewhere.

I was out of my senses.

And it was only when you arrested me,

that I got back to my senses.

Vineeth, Caretaker Palani who had
seen your vehicle near the cottage,

told us its registration number.

Using that, we traced your phone.

We found your location.

We found blood-stained clothes of
Ozler's wife and daughter from your car,

along with a blood-stained
machete and a pick-axe.

Through forensic tests, we realized
that you were saying the truth.

But try and remember where you
buried them and tell us the place, Vineeth.

Sir...

Didn't we dig up a lot of places?

I swear!
I don't remember anything.

That night,

I had consumed a
heavy dosage of drugs.

Honestly, I don't remember.

Sir...

Can you give me a joint?

My head is splitting, sir.

Or, can you take me to
a de-addiction centre?

Please, sir.

Please!

I think Prasad sir is
quite lenient with you.

You needn't wear the uniform,
needn't cut your hair...

You just have to be
present in office every day,

and supervise things over there.

And you'll get your
salary promptly.

That's impressive!

I tried resigning from the job.

But my boss didn't allow me.

The severity of your
depression isn't diminishing;

in fact, it's escalating daily.

We're both aware of
the reason behind it.

You haven't found the remains
of your wife and daughter yet.

A proper funeral for them...
Proper graves...

You're not being greedy
about them, Ozler.

But... fate is against us.

Only if you come to terms with your past,

will you be able to break
free from your insomnia.

People who have undergone
such huge personal tragedies,

and people who have
recovered from them.

All of them have only one mantra
that they've been following for ages.

Let go!

Hey! Your insomnia
has turned chronic now.

You've even begun to hallucinate.

Since you're steadfast in your
decision against taking medications,

let's do something else.

Let's move on from psychology
and explore physiology.

Immerse yourself in as much
hard physical labour as you can.

It can be any job.
And thereby, get your body exhausted.

After a point,

the body will shut down on its own.

You'll be able to sleep,
at least a little bit.

Shall we try that?

Ozler,

I'm going to speak to you now,

as a friend of yours who cares for you.

The severe depression and insomnia
over the past three years,

has seriously affected
your body as well.

You...

You are also showing
signs of premature aging.

Please embrace life and come back!

Find a purpose.

Where are you roaming around?

Haven't we assigned
a place for you?

Can't you sit there?

Don't get me talking!

- Get going!
- Hey! Sir is here.

Why do you have to spend your money
and buy food for such guys, sir?

- It's been so long, right?
- Yes.

Poor man!

I know that you're really upset, sir.

But...

I swear, I don't remember anything.

While I was in custody, we roamed
through quite a few places, didn't we?

After abducting your
wife and daughter,

I would have consumed
at least 10-15 Nitrosun pills.

My brain was totally fried.

After everything,

when the police arrested me,

and by the time I lost my high,

I suddenly forgot so many things.

Sir...

How many ever times you
come to meet me like this,

I don't think I'm going
to remember anything.

It's the after-effect
of chronic drug use.

When I have this food
that you buy for me,

I feel really sad.

But...

Sir...

This hotel food that you
bring for me every month...

is my only connection
with the outside world.

They haven't even discussed
the front-end and back-end yet.

And yet...

Even my team-members
are quite bad!

What front-end?

I'm surviving with the kids
from the new batch.

Do these kids know the games
we've played on C and Java?

They come after receiving
Sales Force training.

They don't know how to
write even a line of code.

Yeah, let's see.

So, guys!
I am leaving!

Bye, dude.

Yes, Maya.

The meeting got over just now.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.

I haven't forgotten, dear.

My dear, I'm flying there.

Just 20 kilometres.

I'll be there in half an hour.

- One snack, bro.
- I'll give it now.

Where are you coming from, Mani?

I had a trip to
Coimbatore, at dawn.

It was just me and a dead body.

Oh my God!

You play with dead bodies, right?
What's the big deal then?

Why so much contempt?

Hey! When you're about to die,
or lying dead,

the first call will come to my number.
Don't forget that.

Yeah, yeah!

Hello?

Huh? Where?

- What's your order? - Tea.
- At Thachankara bridge?

I'll be there now.
Five minutes!

Hello?

Hello?
Hey!

I can't hear anything.

It's raining heavily out here.
Hang up!

This damn rain!

What are you all staring at?
Come on! Pick him up!

Careful!

Hey, come quickly!

Sir, we've shifted the accident
patient to the theatre.

- Anaesthesia is ready.
- Good.

- Nabeel, join me. Let's do it now.
- Yes, Doctor.

You need to sign here.

Sister, number 11.

Sir...

What is this, man?
When will this be done?

Well, there was a slight
delay in getting the panel.

So, our boss has gone
to Coimbatore, in person.

Didn't you say the
same thing last week?

- This time we'll definitely finish it.
- Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor!
Naveen, who just had the surgery...

- Naveen?
- Over there...

- Naveen, please!
- Naveen!

- Let go of me!
- Naveen, relax!

Hey, Naveen!
What is it, Sister?

He panicked suddenly, sir.

I don't sense a thing, Doctor.

How? How can I ride my bike?

Okay, okay, okay.
I understand.

Relax.
Okay?

Let me check.

Sister!

- Knee hammer!
- Naveen!

Yeah, give it quickly.

I am here, right?
Relax.

Here you go, Doctor.

There is no sensation
in the right lower limb.

Is there any problem, Doctor?

Hey! No, no!

During the post-op period, such
focal-neurological deficits are expected,

likely resulting from brain oedema
caused by the initial impact.

Once the swelling wears off,
everything will be alright.

We'll see, man!

Sir, what next?

Don't worry.

Nothing will happen to him.

Well, let's shift Naveen to the room.

Didn't you say that it's
Naveen's birthday today?

Shouldn't we celebrate?

Huh?

Do you need anything else, Chechi?

No. Get me the bill.

I had shown the
report to the Doctor.

- Sister..
- Ah! Maya!

- Is it a birthday cake?
- Yes.

- Please call us when you cut the cake.
- Of course.

- All of you should come.
- Okay.

Oops. I forgot to get the uro-bag.

I'll bring it.
You carry on, Maya.

Okay.

Huh? Maya?

Oh God!

What happened?

Naveen!

Naveen!

Isn't it Formalin, sir?

So, his intention must have
been to evade the dog squad.

Yes.

Death due to sudden
excessive bleeding.

But the wound is on the thigh.

Why not somewhere easy, sir?

Let conversation freeze.

Happy Birthday to you!

Who saw it first?

The girl named Maya saw it first.

And, Sister Jyothy was with her.

Who informed you about the accident, Mani?

Err... I don't know.

- Someone told me over the phone.
- Who?

I... I don't know, Madam.

It looked like a Middle East
phone number.

I left from my office,

and was waiting for a cab
to go home.

That's when...

I called Naveen.

22220.

It's an internet call.

Strange!

- Mani!
- Sir!

When there are such accident cases,
do you take them to any other hospitals?

No, sir.

I bring most of them here,

because I have a tie-up with them.

Is there anyone who holds a grudge
against you or this hospital?

I don't know, sir.

There could be,
or there might not be.

While he was talking to me...

the call got disconnected,

at sharp 11:09 p.m.

When Naveen's bike
got into an accident,

and his call got disconnected....

Around eight minutes before that...

That is, at 11:01 p.m.,

a call came on Mani's phone,
to tell him about this accident.

Because Mani should be the
first person to reach that spot.

Only then will Naveen
reach this particular hospital.

That means,

this place,

must be where Naveen dies.

Why this hospital?

My father started this hospital
many years ago.

I was in London then.

It's been a year since
my father passed away.

When this hospital was about to
be shut down, with no one to run it,

I resigned my job in London
and took over this hospital.

Why are you renovating this hospital
right at this stage?

We started getting good business,

only after Dr. Arun joined, madam.

Maintenance works are going on
at several parts of the hospital.

The CCTV cameras aren't working either.

And a well-planned murder
takes place over here.

What a coincidence!

Right?

I had seen Naveen's case-sheet.

It was mentioned in it that
Naveen's right leg had no sensation.

So, after Naveen was admitted here,

someone might have told
the killer about his details.

Or else, the killer has seen it personally,

or read it.

Sister,

handling the medical file
of a patient of this hospital,

is the responsibility of
the head nurse, right?

Yes.

Who all would have seen Naveen's case file?

Or, who all did you show it to?

We haven't given it to anyone, sir.

Are you sure,

Sister Teena?

I am sure, Madam.

The files are always
kept in the nursing station.

No one would enter the nursing station
and take it from there.

Because that place will
always have people around.

Except in instances like
the time of Naveen's death...

Always, right?

My dear son!

Sorry, Doctor.

You know the protocol.

You may ask me.

Did Naveen have any enemies?

Not as far as we know.

My wife was closer
to him than me.

Ever since I heard about this,

I've been asking her that.

Does anyone have any
enmity towards you, Doctor?

No one has as much enmity towards me,
as to kill my son!

Let conversations cease.

That phrase...

Does it ring a bell for you, Doctor?

There's no bigger tragedy in life,

than seeing the death of our children,
while we're still alive, sir.

It's one of the largest
arteries in our body.

For the same reason, the
bleeding will be excessive.

Here, below the inguinal ligament,

it's a six-centimetre long,

deep cut wound.

There are no other wounds at all,

except for the minor wounds
that occurred during the accident.

And there are no signs of any kind
of force being applied on the body.

Naveen has died due to the excessive
bleeding from his left thigh.

The killer may be a medical
professional, right sir?

You are right!

The killer has great
medical knowledge.

Especially, his anatomical
knowledge is accurate.

But in my reading,

he lacks practical experience.

Sir, what do you mean?

See, this incision gets slanting
as it goes down.

To make an incision
that doesn't become slanting,

it needs practical experience,

which apparently,
he doesn't have.

So, what about the
murder weapon, sir?

It's a number 11 scalpel,

both pointing and piercing.

These are the scalpels...

used by surgeons
to make deep incisions.

Formalin tablets, scalpel,
birthday card,

causing an accident...

Kind of strange, right?

Yeah!

All the CCTV cameras in
the hospital are useless, sir.

Sir, these are the visuals from a
petrol bunk, near Thachankara bridge.

This petrol bunk is situated around
half a kilometre after the bridge.

If we consider the time when Naveen's phone
got switched off as the time of accident,

around 12 vehicles
have passed by that way.

Sir! There are eight
vehicles out of this lot,

which are big enough to
hit and crash Naveen's bike,

and drive away without a hassle,

including this Bolero
and the truck.

Okay!

Try to locate all of them.

Recover the data from
Naveen's broken phone.

Get all the necessary help.

When the accident happened
on the Thachankara bridge,

did you notice or hear
anything unusual?

- Do you have CCTV here?
- Yes.

- Is this CCTV working?
- Yes, sir.

Sir!

Sir!

We checked the phone records and
call lists of the murder victim Naveen.

Apart from some random flirting,

there is nothing to
be suspicious about.

Okay!

A young IT professional with no
apparent enemies or adversaries

was killed under
suspicious circumstances.

Strange, it is!

Who the heck are--

- Seems like he's seriously injured.
- I think it's an accident case.

What is this?

Come!

Hold him!

See! There are nine
deep lacerative wounds.

But, he is stable now.

This is "Nathu" (owl) Giri's doing.

- Giri and all his boys are absconding.
- Oh!

If he becomes conscious,
please inform us, sir.

- We need to record his statement.
- Definitely!

- Doesn't he have any relatives?
- Yes! Yes!

They are fed up of
coming every time.

This happens regularly
with this guy, right?

Including the formalin,

everything has been repeated, sir.

The only difference is
the position of the wound.

Let laughter flee,

Happy Birthday!

Is it his birthday today, sir?

I don't think so.

It only says "Happy Birthday".

"To you" is missing!

You are right, sir!

As per his Identity card,
today is not his birthday.

There's a visual from
inside the hospital, sir.

Show it.

Different body language.

So,

there is a second guy.

Yes, sir!

Check where else he has been
captured on cameras, immediately.

Sir!

The vehicle captured on the CCTV
at the petrol bunk that day,

must be the same Bolero.

And it must be the same vehicle
that hit Naveen.

You know why?

It's one of the most
common vehicles,

and has the most common colour.

Speed up the search!

Sir!

Someone...

Someone might have seen something.

Through these cards
and poetic verses,

the killers are trying
to tell us something.

I think...

this is something deep and personal.

I think the funeral is already over, Divya.

Who is Sajimon's father, Raghavan?

It's me, sir!

Why are you asking
about him now, sir?

Everyone ganged up
and killed him, right?

We are here to inquire
more about that.

What is point of making
inquiries after he died, sir?

Do you know anything more
about Sajimon's deals?

He doesn't remember anything. What's
the point in asking him anything, sir?

He leaves every morning in the
guise of selling lottery tickets,

to go and get drunk!

- Sir, who is the Birthday Killer?
- I'll tell you.

Any information on the
Birthday Killer yet, sir?

We cannot confirm anything yet.

Nothing at all.

The investigation is going on.

We will let you know.

When it's time to update you,
we shall call you and inform you.

Please... Please...

Do not create panic
among the public.

Who is the next victim of
the Birthday Killer, sir?

No... No more comments!
No more comments!

We're here at the house of Sajimon,

who's suspected to be the
second victim of the birthday killer.

After the postmortem--

So, the killer has a name now.

Birthday killer!

The verses on those birthday cards...

Any idea about it?

We are inquiring that, sir!

Online and offline.

You may have noticed...

All the sentences end mid-way,

with a comma.

There is no full stop.

That means,

there are chances for more
murders to happen, for sure.

The food is okay, right?

Don't compromise on the quality, okay?

Since the vendor messed up
while sending the previous load,

the Biriyani ended
up tasting different.

Don't expect any
such mistakes from my end.

Customer's satisfaction is
of utmost importance, right?

Of course.
That's correct.

Manager sir, I am leaving
to Coimbatore now.

If you face any shortage
of funds here, let me know.

Okay, sir. We'll call you
if something comes up.

- Sorry, sorry!
- Are you okay, sir?

Sorry.

What happened to sir?

Sorry.
Please eat.

Sir!

Sir!
Oh no!

Hey! Move aside!

Sir! Hold him!

Sir!!

What happened?

He fell unconscious
at the restaurant, Doctor.

Are you aware of any other
health issues he has had?

He hasn't had any
serious health problems,

to my knowledge, sir.

Shucks! Damn it!

Haven't they repaired it yet?

- All okay?
- Yeah! There's nothing to worry.

- Sister, just a minute.
- Is the scan done, Rajeshetta?

Address the wiring
issue at the earliest,

and get it resolved immediately.

- Tell Sir that this is really serious.
- Okay! Okay!

This one is almost done
and we can get the prints.

But there are more
patients waiting, right?

Hey! Who moved this curtain?

- Was it you?
- No!

I never came here.

- Just check it.
- Okay!

What is it, Sister?

Oh!

Oh my God!

Madam...

Same M.O., right sir?

Yeah!

Ditto!

But...

this incision on his neck
was done hastily.

But even during that hurry,

he hasn't forgotten to leave
that blue surgical mark.

Ma'am...

When the power tripped,
I went there to check that.

I had left the DB
in a raised position.

That's when this happened.

Didn't you see anyone
coming in or going out?

No. I went out and got back quickly.

Anyway, give them
your name and address.

Okay, Madam!

This is from the lobby, sir.

Next!

- Sijo!
- Sir!

All these video clips
must reach Sir's office.

Sir!
He's really brave, I must say!

He walks in boldly...

and just walks out...

That too, in broad daylight!

Anyway, he didn't have to bring
the victim in the Bolero this time.

This one is the nearest hospital
to Ashok's restaurant.

So, Ozler...

This is what it looks like.

Below the neck, on the right side,

a six-centimetre-long wound.

It's so precise and profound,

that it cut the carotid artery.

Ashok was admitted to the hospital
because he fell unconscious, right?

The reason why he
fell unconscious...

Can we find it in the
postmortem report?

It is possible.

But it will take time.

We will do our possible chemical tests.

Only after the results arrive
can we comment on it.

My job is done here!

You may release the body,
if you want to.

Here are four out of the five people
who came to meet Ashok sir on that day.

Just one person is missing, sir.

Who is that?

He's the guy who
supplies ghee to us, sir.

Didn't you tell him that it's urgent
when you called him?

We don't have his contact details.

Ashok sir had hired him directly
during Covid times.

As far as I know,

it's been around one
or one and a half years.

Not more than that, Sir.

His ghee was really good.

He doesn't talk much to anyone.

He is always seen with a mask on.

And he always wears
a black jacket too, sir.

His vehicle is...

a Bolero pick-up van, right?

- White one?
- Yes, sir! A white Bolero pick-up van!

How do you pay him?

Cash?

Err... No, sir!
Since we run a...

chain of restaurants, all the
transactions are through accounts only.

So, we will have his
account details here.

I am certain!

This account you mentioned,

belongs to a person named Ajesh C.R.

It's been almost five years
since he opened this account.

But for the past one
and a half years,

only one account has made
cash transfers to this account.

And it's from the account
of Wilton Hotel.

My son was a poor soul!

He was a wholesale dealer
of chilli and coriander powders.

How did Ajesh die, Chechi?

It was an accident.

It's been two years
since my son left us.

I am not prolonging my words.

To explain further details to us,

more authentically and
creatively, I cordially invite...

Green Earth Initiative's North Indian
co-ordinator, Ms. Vandana Shrivastava,

on to the stage, warm heartedly.

Also, to translate this speech,

I humbly invite...

Mundathikode's dear environmentalist,

Mr. Robin Mundathikode on to the stage.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Namaste!

My greetings and hello to you all!

Ladies and Gentlemen,

who have gathered here...

Another dead end...

Right, sir?

They utilized the bank account of someone
who died in a road accident two years back.

Nature and nurture
are two rhyming words.

Both of these words...

Our third victim Ashok's chemical
analysis report has arrived.

During his stomach wash,

they detected toxic
levels of Psilocybin.

Psilocybin!

As you might be knowing,
it's a neurotoxic substance.

If such a heavy dosage is consumed,

there could be dizziness and stuff.

Some people even might get...

dozed off.

So,

the mystery behind why...

the killers made Ashok Selvaraj
unconscious and got him to the hospital,

- is solved now.
- Obviously!

It will be clear for you,

when I tell you the story...

of two deserted tiger cubs.

When I draw the tails
of two desert tigers on a cup,

you will understand it more clearly.

That's what Madam just said now.

He'll wreck it through
his translation.

I swear!

Look at his confidence!

He's blurting out such foolishness!

Those who are listening to
him should be blamed first.

Like a cup full of food
filled by nature,

an endless feast was
kept open for them.

The ways of nature may
not be logical for us.

- Divya!
- Sir!

You are right!

Those verses...

What if those verses were translated?

A translation from
some other language?

It's a translation from
an original Latin quote,

by an 18th century
physician called...

Giovanni Morgagni.

Yes!

The words inscribed in front of the
first postmortem room in London!

Dr. Satheesh Madhavan
had asked me to call you.

I am Dr. Govindaraj.

Those lines you mentioned?

I know that it's inscribed at
a different location in Kerala.

Those lines are inscribed...

inside the anatomy dissection hall of
Kozhikode Medical College.

Let conversation cease,

Let laughter flee,

This is the place where
death delights,

To help the living.

So,

there will be two more murders.

The dissection hall is used
by first year MBBS students.

There are 200 students in a batch.

We group them into different batches,
each consisting of 20 students.

What are those tanks
over there, Ma'am?

Formalin tanks.

Those are used to preserve the
cadavers for the next day's dissection.

Madam, at this place...
I mean, in this particular hall...

do you remember the occurrence of
any incidents, likely to have lead to a...

...crime or a murder?

It's been 14 years since I joined
the Anatomy Department here, sir.

I don't remember any such
incident happening here.

It has been 25 years since
I joined this College, sir.

As you are aware, this is a
Government institution, sir.

It's one of those colleges,

where anything and everything
becomes a scandal or news.

If anything of that
sort happens here,

chances are slim that
it doesn't make news.

The motives driving
someone to seek revenge

or a psychopath to
carry out a mass murder,

might not be perceived as
important by others, Prathap sir.

Not just the thousands of students
who have graduated from here...

The teachers,

the staff,

and even the cadavers dissected
here for academic purposes,

will have plenty of stories to tell!

Thank you!
Thank you, Ma'am!

Sir!

What do I say?

He was a really nice boy.

He always ranked first in
both his studies and in sports.

He used to sing so well!

I can't fathom what has happened!

Are you aware of...

any enemies he may have had?

Sir, our family has been involved
in this business for generations.

As you know,

in the business world,

making enemies is often unavoidable.

Is there anyone here...

who has studied medicine?

Like a doctor?

Ashokan has a cousin-sister.

She stayed here,

while studying in
Coimbatore Medical College.

Naveen, Sajimon.

They are the youngsters who
were killed before Ashok.

Are you familiar with any of them?

Or else, do you know anyone,

who has any connection
with the two of them?

When my son started
the business in Kerala,

I've gone there a couple of times.

Apart from that, I don't
know anyone there, sir.

Hello!

A bike rider had noticed
two vehicles parked

on Thachankara bridge,
where the accident happened.

He also saw a bike that
had fallen on the ground.

To avoid getting into a hassle,
he didn't intervene then.

Two vehicles?

Yes, Madam.
A pick-up jeep and a truck.

He believes that what was loaded
in the truck was just green grass.

That's all he cared
to notice then, Madam.

- Okay, fine.
- Okay, Madam.

Follow that lead!

Okay, sir!

Come on, play!

Who is Shivankutty here?

Sir...

I had stopped my truck close to the
spot of the bike accident that night.

But I hadn't seen the
accident happening, sir.

Then what did you see, Shivankutty?

Well, sir....

Is it an accident, bro?

Hello! Do you want to
go to the hospital?

Do you need any help, bro?

Hello..

Not necessary!

- Hey!
- You can leave.

An ambulance is on the way.

Sir, he pressed something resembling
a torch against his throat.

His voice sounded
like that of a ghost.

To be honest,
I was terrified, sir.

Did you...

see his face?

No, sir.

He was wearing a mask.

He had covered his head with
some kind of a black cloth too.

He seemed like a really
healthy person to me.

He knows how to scare
people very well, sir.

- Sijo...
- Sir!

In such situations,

no one would resort to gimmicks like
holding a lit torch to their throat.

True, sir.

Instead of Shivankutty,

what if a vehicle full of
passengers had stopped there?

Or, what if someone who was braver
than him had stopped his vehicle there?

- Shivankutty!
- Yes.

The torch that you saw...

Was it this one?

It's almost the same, sir.

Sir!

one of the killers
we're looking for,

is speech-impaired.

Sir, see this.

He used an artificial
larynx to speak.

People who lose their
voice from cancer

or other reasons,
use this instrument.

After my father was
diagnosed with cancer,

he had used this device
to speak, for a while.

Are you looking for such a device?

This is the one, sir.

Actually, those who have
lost the ability to speak,

can manage to speak to a certain
degree using such a device.

However, the nature of the
voice emitted from this device

is contingent upon the percentage of
speech ability that's been compromised.

Sir, as we know,

the particular model of
the artificial larynx

presumed to have been
used by the killer,

was launched around
three years ago.

We have a list of the people
who have received training

to use this artificial larynx
within these three years,

with addresses
and phone numbers.

If the killer has received
his training from Kerala,

his name would be on this list.

Please check the list, sir.

Sir, in this list,

120 people are
above the age of 60.

Among the rest,
20 are women,

and 12 are children.

We're looking for men
over 18 years old,

and this list contains
90 such people.

By the time we interrogate
these 90 people,

what about the next victim?

Let's sort this list, Sijo.

Anwar Shadeth.
Thankasserry, Kollam.

Robin Varghese,
Thiruvananthapuram.

Jagadeesh,
Ponnurunni.

Krishnadas P.S.,
Kannankara.

Shabarinath...

Krishnadas P.S...

- Previous page.
- Okay.

Krishnadas.

Kannankara.

Sir! Kannankara!

Ambalappadu is an area
near Kannankara, sir.

Ambalappadu...

The holder of the account number that
was given at Ashok Selvaraj's hotel.

It's Ajesh's home-town.

- Good!
- Thank you, sir.

We don't have the photo of the
person from this address, sir.

Doesn't matter.

Let him be the first person that we
investigate, among the 90 people.

Krishnadas P.S.,

Thadathil Veedu,

Kannankara post.

I'll give you, dear!

Have it!

- What's the matter, sir?
- We've come in search of Krishnadas.

But Krishnan doesn't
come here now.

Why doesn't Krishnadas come here?

What happened, sir?
Has he done anything wrong?

Why do you feel so, Madam?

Did his behaviour strike you as
suspicious in any way recently?

Not that, sir.
He cannot speak, right?

So, nobody knows
anything about him.

Krishnadas uses an
artificial larynx, right?

Yes. He has been using it for
the last three or four years.

What is it, sir?

How did Krishnadas lose his voice?

My son's voice didn't
have any issues, sir.

He used to sing beautifully.

In school competitions, he
regularly won the first prize.

Everyone used to say that...

he will become a great singer
like Yesudas, when he grows up.

He developed a lump
in his throat, sir.

When we were told that it
would be just a minor surgery,

we took him to Kozhikode
Medical College.

Once the surgery was completed,

along with the lump,
he lost his voice too.

With that, his singing, studies,

and essentially his entire
life were ruined, sir.

When was the operation?

It was in 1989, sir.

He had just completed
his 10th grade.

Do you have any recent
photo of Krishnadas?

I'll bring it.

1989,

Calicut Medical College.

Anatomy dissection hall,

Calicut Medical College.

Sir, what if he is the
one we're looking for?

Sir!

This is my son, sir.

All the three murder victims
were born after 1993.

Thus,

it's unlikely that there's
a connection between them

and the surgery that led to
Krishnadas losing his voice.

It's more probable that the parents
of the victims are involved,

unless this selection
was entirely random.

For example,

the father of the
first victim, Naveen,

Dr. Shivakumar.

He completed his M.D.
from Calicut Medical College,

during the years, 1988-1990.

Hello!

I would like to
meet you, Doctor.

What's the matter?

Didn't you obtain your P.G. from
Calicut Medical College, Doctor?

Yes.

We have identified
one of our suspects.

He had undergone a
surgery there, in 1989,

while you were a
student there, Doctor.

Surgery?

I was doing my P.G.
in General Medicine.

I have absolutely no association
with the surgery department.

Okay.

The Shivakumar you spoke of,

pursued his P.G. in
general medicine here.

They don't have any connection
with the surgery department.

What he said is true.

Doctor, it was after the surgery
that was performed here in 1989,

- that Krishnadas lost his voice.
- Yes.

How do we find out the names of the
people who performed that surgery?

Well, that...

Hundreds of surgeries are
performed here in a month.

Everything was computerised
only recently, right?

And... back in 1989,

the practice was to manually
enter details into the register.

Many of those registers
would be lost now.

If it was done during the
time period you mentioned,

Sreedharan Nambiar sir
was the H.O.D. of Surgery.

But,

a few years back,
he passed away.

Is there anyone here...

who has studied medicine?

Like a doctor?

Ashokan has a cousin-sister.

She stayed here,

while studying in
Coimbatore Medical College.

Sir!

The same book...

I had seen its second edition at
Selvarajan's house in Coimbatore.

When I asked him about it,

he said that his niece
is studying M.B.B.S.

A recent student would never use
such an old edition of the book.

- That means...
- Oh, shit!

So, Selvarajan might
be a businessman now.

But he has a past,
related to medicine.

And he must be hiding it, since he
doesn't want anyone else to know about it.

Sir, it wasn't
computerised then, right?

I have managed to pull out the
records. Let's check once more.

Sir... Selvaraj was a P.G.
student in anaesthesia.

He joined the course in 1988.

However, he discontinued
his studies in 1989.

"Course discontinued due to dismissal."

That's what is written
in the last column, sir.

Right here.

Sir!

Was he dismissed?

He was a despicable fellow.

We were together in the
Medical College for one year.

As I told you,

he was a pethidine addict.

He used to steal it even from the
stock stored at the operation theatre.

That's how he got dismissed.

After that?

He never came back.

I never saw him in the college
after that either.

Later, when the four of them
had been in a car accident,

I had visited them.

Car accident?

It was a major car accident!

All four of them were really drunk.

Shivakumar,

Xavi...

Xavi Punnoose.
You know him, sir!

He was the senior police surgeon
in your forensic department.

Then, Alexander,

and Selvaraj.

It was Alexander who drove the car.

Since Alexander was hospitalised for a
long time, he had a year-back.

After that, he was in
a coma for a long time.

Selvaraj never came back
to the campus after that.

The accident that happened on that
day is the origin point of all this, sir.

So, as per the quote at the anatomy hall,
two more murders will occur.

And finally, we have
two more possible victims.

We couldn't reach Xavi sir's phone, Madam.

- Sir?
- Xavi is undergoing a surgery...

at Kozhikode Sunshine Hospital.

When is the surgery
scheduled, Madam?

It's tomorrow or day after.

You should ask him about it.

We have informed Xavi's daughter,
who is in America.

We must suppose
that she's safe over there.

Alexander is unmarried.

He has no children.

We are trying to contact him.

Xavi has not responded yet, sir.

There's no one there, sir.

Seems like no one has
been here in a while.

What's the connection of the lottery
vendor Raghavan, with this case?

We don't know that yet, sir.

However, his involvement in
this case is not coincidental.

The surgery in which
Krishnadas lost his voice,

and that old accident...

Everything is inter-connected.

They are targetting the children, sir.

Who's flashing the
torch on to my face?

I live next door, sir.

I'm on my way back
after closing my shop.

Its the neighbour, sir.

- Ask him then.
- Isn't Alexander here?

- He isn't here, sir.
- Where is he?

Around 15 days back,

he left to Dubai, saying that he's
going to attend a relative's wedding.

- Do you know when he'll return?
- No idea, sir.

- Sir!
- Yes.

Dr. Alexander is on a
video call from Dubai, sir.

Namaste, sir.

Sijo sir told me everything.

We had studied together..

Apart from being involved
in a road accident together,

we didn't have any other
connection with each other.

When are you coming
back to Kerala, Doctor?

I fear for my life, sir.

Until you capture that criminal...

I intend to stay back here.

I had lodged a complaint at the
police station, six months back.

No one took it seriously then.

I'm not planning on
returning soon, sir.

Doctor!

- Do--
- He hung up, sir.

A complaint registered six months back?

Sir!

He has made a complaint
at the local station,

reporting that someone pelted
stones at his house at night.

This is the copy of that FIR.

What do you say? As discussed, why don't
we perform the surgery tomorrow evening?

- Isn't the N.P.O. after 10, Sister?
- Yes, Doctor.

So...

you can have your
breakfast as usual, Doctor.

We can shift you to
pre-op in the afternoon.

Carry out all the necessary
tasks as required.

Nobody would be there with me.

Since it's a minor surgery, I had
asked my wife not to accompany me.

That's all right.
I'll handle it.

Anyway, you won't have to postpone
your book release from next week,

because of this.

- Thank you, Salam.
- Okay!

Abraham Ozler,

A.C.P., Thrissur.

Where is your phone, Doctor?

We tried reaching you,
but couldn't.

I am not in service now, right?

I don't answer unknown calls.

- Oh!
- What's the matter?

Doctor...

There's a threat to your life.

Isn't that always imminent
in our jobs, Ozler?

I know that.

But this is something personal.

The next target of the "Birthday Killer"...

could be you.

Oh!

I see!

You didn't ask, "Why me?", sir.

And you're not at all surprised, either.

Death is inevitable for all
of us, sooner or later, right?

Anything can happen to...

anyone, anytime,

right?

All of you have the same reply.

So, the question whether
you know Krishnadas or not,

is irrelevant here.

Am I right, Doctor?

Okay, Doctor!
You carry on!

The surgery needn't
be obstructed.

Our men will be with you,

to guard you.

Sir!

He is a dead man walking.

He knows that.

Tell me, Xavi.

Selva...

Ozler came to meet me in person
as I didn't answer his calls,

and told me that
I am the next target.

Where is Shivakumar?

I haven't called him yet.

Alexander?

- He is in Dubai itself.
- I'll call Shivakumar.

You get ready for the surgery.

It's Ozler.

He is coming here
to talk in detail.

Sir..

When I came back from the kitchen,
he was missing.

The car isn't here either.

He has left his phone here.

Whom will I call?
Where do I look for him?

I am clueless.

Didn't you inquire with his friends and
at places where he could possibly go?

I inquired everywhere, sir.

Raghavan...

You better spill the truth,
you scoundrel!

I don't remember anything, sir.

I am quite old, right?

If it's something I know,
why wouldn't I say it, sir?

My son is also one of the
murder victims, isn't he?

Raghavan Chetta...

Shouldn't we find the culprits
who murdered your son, chetta?

Just try recollecting once again.

I don't remember going
to any Medical College, sir.

You scoundrel!

I swear on God!

- I don't remember anything, sir.
- Stop it, you!

Sijo!

Even if he has
forgotten it or not,

I want to know what
he was up to in 1989.

I must know it!

Anyhow, during the period when
Krishnadas's surgery was performed,

Dr. Alexander, Xavi Punnoose and Selvaraj
were present there as P.G. students.

You know what that means!

All three of them would have
assisted in Krishnadas's surgery.

- Right, sir?
- Yes.

But... Raghavan?

We must find Krishnadas.

This puzzle can be
solved fully only then!

Sir!

Alexander has reached
his house, sir.

His neighbour informed
the local station.

Why has he come here now?

Ozler sir!

Doctor...

Why did you come back?

I am tired of running.

I am exhausted!

You come here in person.

I will tell you everything.

I think, you deserve to know.

It will already be night
by the time we get there.

Call the local station,

and tell them that
he needs protection.

Sir!

Sir, Alexander is inside.

Climb the stairs,
third room, on the left.

Doctor!

Yes.

I was sending a
couple of e-mails.

I don't know when I
can do it again, right?

Didn't you have something
to tell us, Alexander?

Yes!

I don't know where to start.

Some...

Krishnadas!

Stop there!
What do you want?

- Do you have a torchlight?
- Yes.

Madam!

Let go of me!

Ozler sir!
Sir!

Sir!

Hey! Alexander!

Alex...

- Catch hold of everyone.
- Okay, sir.

Krishnadas!

Let's go!

Krishnadas...

Where has Alexander been taken to?

Tell me!

Sir, we are losing time.

Krishnadas.

Where is Alexander?

Death delights
To help the living,

Happy Birthday.

Alexander.

I should have killed him first.

Krishnadas...

There is no justification for the
misfortune that occurred to you.

But...

three people have died already, right?

Can't you stop this,
at least now?

[Sings a vintage Malayalam
song from the 80's]

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

I don't think Krishnadas
will say anything, sir.

The others who were
captured along with him,

are hired muscles
from other states.

Even their payments were
made via sub-contracts.

So, none of them
really know each other.

Okay, sir.

Sir.

Sir...

What's next?

The one who's sitting
inside is an artist

who was once hailed to be
the next singing sensation.

We should get Krishnadas transferred
to our custody, at the earliest.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Given that he's exhausted with life,

what could we possibly
say to scare him?

His eyes reveal all
that needs to be said.

He was always evil, sir.

My son ended up
becoming an anti-social,

only because of his wickedness.

And now, due to him,

my son is dead!

He has worked at
Kozhikode Medical College,

before we got married.

He was the one who'd arrange
cadavers for medical students at the lab.

He says that he doesn't
remember anything now.

Even if he does remember,

he won't say anything, sir.

Sir!

I need to tell you something.

Inquiring about his past
at the medical college,

around five to six months back,

a youngster had come home.

He was tall and fair, sir.

He said that he was
from a hospital in Thrissur.

A doctor.

Raghavan.

Right?

Yes.

Who are you?

He mentioned that during that
period, his sister studied there

Sijo, is it him?

He had mentioned a name.

Suja!
The name was Suja.

He said that she had
committed suicide,

and he kept asking my husband
if he knew anything about it.

Even on that day, my husband said
that he doesn't remember anything.

Was it him?

- Yes, this is the guy.
- Sir!

SM Hospital?

Suja Memorial Hospital!

Between the case of Krishnadas
losing his voice,

and the death of
Dr. Arun's sister, Suja,

there is some
strange connection, sir.

But...

nothing makes sense.

Sir, it's Sharath sir.

Hello, Divya Ma'am.

I've reached SM Hospital.

- Dr. Arun is not here, Ma'am.
- Then?

Dr. Arun is in Kozhikode now.

Dr. Arun is the
visiting neurosurgeon

for a surgery scheduled this
evening at Sunshine Hospital.

And the patient
undergoing the surgery is...

Dr. Xavi Punnoose.

Correct, sir.

Also, Dr. Arun's phone
is not reachable now.

Get ready!
Trace the number and find him!

Sir!

This is from the
Commissioner's office, Thrissur.

Deploy one more unit of the force
at Sunshine hospital, right away!

- Move aside!
- Yes, sir.

Dr. Arun comes here
as a visiting surgeon...

either on a weekly basis
or once every two weeks.

It's during the same time

that he goes to his ancestral home in
Kozhikode, to supervise its renovation.

The mobile network is weak there.
That maybe why you couldn't reach him.

- Ancestral home?
- Yes. They are from Kozhikode.

They shifted to Thrissur long back.

Anyway, I'll send you
the location of his house.

- Sijo.
- Sir.

- Let's split into two groups.
- Okay.

Divya, you go straight
to Sunshine Hospital.

Sir.

Policemen should be around
Dr. Arun's house, in plain-clothes.

He shouldn't have
any suspicions.

We'll be here, sir.

Ozler sir?

Why are you here, sir?

Who is this?

You are a good actor, Doctor.

Someone who's prepared for anything.

Or else, you don't
know anything at all.

Which one is right?

I...

I don't understand, sir.

Dr. Arun...

regarding your sister Suja's death,

you had conducted an investigation
some time back.

Years after that incident,

a few days ago,

you met Raghavan, the former attendant of
the anatomy dissection hall, at his house,

and inquired about your sister.

Doctor,

tell us everything.

When my elder sister passed away,

I was in fifth grade.

None of us knew
why she did that.

But there were a few people,
who knew everything.

It hasn't faded away from my mind
even today, sir.

We were so close!

Sir,

a few days back,

I found a photograph from
her old medical books.

A photo of her and a youngster.

I wanted to know who
that youngster was.

For that, I found an old friend of hers.

I came to know from her that
my sister and her boyfriend...

used to meet secretly at
the anatomy dissection hall,

and all the necessary
arrangements for that...

were provided by the
attendant Raghavan.

I thought he must know
something about this.

That's why I went to meet him
at his house.

But, he knew nothing.

He was an alcoholic
even back then!

And he still is.

I didn't proceed any further, sir.

That was the end of it.

That photo...

Can we see that photograph?

I have it with me, sir.

I'll bring it.

If not Dr. Arun...

Who is the killer?

We are missing something.

Seems like you've made
extensive arrangements, Madam!

We are shifting Dr. Xavi
to the Operation theatre.

Let me do a last minute check-up?

Okay, Doctor.

Huh?

Police!

Ma'am!

What happened, Doctor?

It's sevoflurane,
an anaesthetic spray.

Go and check quickly!

Come on!

Did anyone go this way
with a patient?

Yes, Ma'am.
A doctor, with a stretcher.

Come on, hurry up!

Oh, shit!

Sorry.

- Sorry to bother you, Doctor.
- Hello.

- It's okay , sir.
- Hello, Sijo.

Dr. Xavi is missing.

Someone has
kidnapped him from here.

Sir!

Dr. Xavi is missing.

What?

We were wrong!

Those translated words...

have one missing coma.

Not five!

There are only four victims.

Suja's anonymous boyfriend whom we
saw in the photo that Dr. Arun showed us...

is Alexander.

The same bonsai tree that I saw
last night at Alexander's room...

can be seen in the background
of that old photo as well,

at the same position.

This is the climax of a grand plan, Sijo.

A brilliant execution orchestrated
by Alexander and Krishnadas.

Sir...

But how?

Unlike what we think,
Alexander is not the hunted, Sijo.

He is the hunter.

For Krishnadas to find a partner whose
profile precisely matches Alexander’s,

there's only
one-in-a-million possibility.

So,

there's just one conclusion!

It was not the actual
Alexander who went to Dubai,

but rather the Alexander
mentioned in the records.

- Sir.
- Your speculations were right.

We received an email confirmation
from the Aadhaar authority.

There's been a change of name, Ozler.

Until three years ago...

Alexander's name on
his Aadhaar card was...

Sudhakaran Payyarath.

Shit.

I guess...

we're headed back to our
original starting point, Sijo.

Sir?

Calicut Medical College,

Anatomy dissection hall!

The Alexander we saw... is a decoy.

The one we are
about to see is...

the real Alexander.

Xavi...

Do you remember
this dissection hall?

Where a cadaver should have been,

there was my life, sprinkled with
formalin and dissected by you guys.

The same hall!

The hall where you continued to work,
and where my life came to a standstill.

And here we are, yet again.

Xavi...

The same number 11 scalpel.

Don't faint, Xavi.

It's not time yet.

Just warming up.

Xavi...

Didn't we learn it together?

The fifth intercostal space...

at the mid-clavicular line.

With a single puncture,

your heart will stop,

right away.

- Shall I?
- No.

Move back.

Make way.

Move them!

The "Birthday Killer" who has
been captured by the police,

is being interrogated at
Thrissur Commissioner's Office.

Hundreds of people have gathered
here to see the culprit.

A police team including the DIG and
the SP will reach here immediately.

We've received information that the culprit
is a doctor at Calicut Medical College.

Sir, any further information
about the killer?

Sir, please.

Sir.

Sir!

Finally, it's over.

- Great! Congrats!
- Thank you, sir.

You proceed.

Dr. Alexander.

Krishnadas.

Okay...
Let's skip the drama.

Why?

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

♪ To ascend, to flow, like a fleeting
dream, like a transient moment ♪

♪ O' beautiful Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

My name is Swapna.

I live in the hostel here.

Swapna, please give me your address.
I need to send you a letter!

Thank you.

- Hey, Alex!
- It's quite colourful, huh?

[Welcome, Freshers]
- Come on!

Hi, Xavi!

- Dude, is this Thulasi?
- Hey! Not that one.

Look at that Romeo Shivakumar...
He has already taken the front row.

Let's welcome next student on
to the stage. Please come over.

Hey you, sunshine!

Namaste, everyone!

My name is Suja Jayadev.

I live here, in Kozhikode.
Thank You.

Hey! Suja, dear.

Don't leave so soon.

Friends, play my song!

Play it, dude!

All of them are my fans!

I'll give it back to you!

[Playing a popular Tamil song
from the 80's]

Come on, clap!

Thank you, thank you!

The three of them
were always together.

Shivakumar, Xavi Punnoose
and Selvaraj.

Shivakumar was rich,
brilliant and handsome.

You both are second
year students, huh?

I can teach you how to listen to
murmurs when you auscultate...

- No, thank you.
- I'll be in ward...

I'll be in ward 12 in the evening.

Not necessary, brother.
The Professor will teach us.

Okay then. Bye!

Murmurs aren't
working anymore!

Selvaraj was different.

We used to doubt often whether he had
actually passed MBBS from Tamil Nadu.

Sir, tea!

Did I ask for bloody tea?

Did I ask?

Huh?

Get lost!

Then, Xavi.

The owner of the most
complicated mind among them.

He was never
satisfied in anything!

Although, we weren't young enough
to be considered college students,

we were still young at heart.

Shivan was after Suja,
from that day itself.

Suja...

You are the spring,
which the scent of my rosebuds bring.

Listening to the first two
lines of my poem... Suja...

You didn't say anything.

I was drawing a picture on the
ground with my toes, Chetta.

Is it?

It's not over yet.

Huh?

Hey, Suma!
Sorry, Suja!

I hadn't finished
reciting the poem.

Take a deep breath.

- What happened?
- He fell from a tree, sir.

How tall was the tree?

Around 15 feet, sir.

- Had he consumed alcohol?
- No, sir.

So, you must be the
one who's drunk, right?

Move back.

Sister! Go and get his X-ray done.
Go on.

We can only proceed
as per the protocol.

What if the patient dies by
the time x-ray result is out, sir?

Didn't I tell you that I cannot do
anything without the X-ray?

If anything happens to him,
I will hold you accountable!

- Then you do that first!
- Xavi, what's the matter?

- What happened?
- Please check on him, doctor.

- Or else he will die soon.
- Let me check.

Take a deep breath, brother.

Move aside, you!

Don't worry, brother.

- Take another deep breath.
- Please check quickly, doctor

It's alright!
You will be fine!

Sister, it is tension pneumothorax.

Get me a 20 cc syringe and
8 inch needle immediately.

Okay, sir.

- Thanks a lot, Doctor.
- Alex, why is it crowded here?

Please move back.

- You leave now. I'll join you later.
- Please.

Let's go.

- Are you done?
- Yes, sir.

- Good job, Alex.
- Thank you, sir.

Transfer him to the minor OT.

Arrange for ICD.
Come on, shift him.

- Xavi...
- Yes.

During such desperate times,

you can use some
common sense, okay?

Idiot!

Hey...

You followed the protocol.

That's all!

He's just showing off.

Forget it, dude!

Don't judge him
by those 18 runs.

Aravinda de Silva is going to be
Sri Lanka's best batsman in the future .

I don't think so.

Wait and watch, Doctor.

- Alexander!
- Sir!

Have you attended a
cholecystectomy earlier?

No, sir.

It's a good opportunity.
Don't miss it.

It's a Kocher incision.

So, revise right hypochondriac
anatomy on a cadaver before you go.

Okay, sir!

And, I shall inform the
anatomy dissection hall.

Thank you!

This is the cadaver our
HOD gave us to study.

The ten of us have to manage
with this one cadaver.

We don't have enough space
even to use all our scalpels.

We can't give you
this cadaver, Doctor.

Excuse me! Hello! I have a
surgery coming up the next day.

Cholecystectomy!

I really need this cadaver
for at least ten minutes.

The HOD told me--

Whatever you say, it's
not possible, Doctor.

This time is allocated
for first year students.

You may please leave
and come back later!

Where did we stop?

Here.

Are you still here, Doctor?

Those lifeless bodies bore witness...

to the birth of my first love.

For the first time in my life,

a girl's face was eternally
etched in my mind.

I felt that we are connected.

Ozler...

Have you ever been in love?

No!

♪ Silence blooms within the heart ♪

♪ A symphony in silk, playing its part ♪

♪ Adorned with notes that sweetly impart ♪

♪ Silence blooms within the heart ♪

♪ A symphony in silk, playing its part ♪

♪ Adorned with notes that sweetly impart ♪

♪ Like the divine Veena,
pure and smart ♪

♪ A wave of coolness,
right from the start ♪

♪ The heart weaves a melody,
a beautiful art ♪

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

- Shivakumar!
- What is it, dude?

Look!

That scoundrel is taking
your girl away, dude.

♪ The gentle spring
that arrives so quietly ♪

♪ A time of blooms,
scenting the air mightily ♪

♪ As it drapes the world
in hues so lively ♪

♪ Softly, with tenderness ♪

♪ Peacefully, with calmness ♪

♪ Each step with you resonates
a musical harness ♪

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

♪ To ascend, to flow, like a fleeting
dream, like a transient moment ♪

♪ O' beautiful Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

He knows very well that I love her
and that I've been pursuing her.

And yet he's doing this!
Damn it!

Everything is fair in love, Shiva.

Loving each other is their choice.

You are a PG student now.

Grow up, man!

Yeah! Right!

As if I got admission here through
a free pass, along with him!

We have a shortage of staff, Xavi.

There's a hernia patient who
needs emergency surgery.

The groin and abdominal
area have to be shaved.

Please come to the prep room.

Go, give him a nice shave.

He gets to perform all
the major surgeries!

All we're left with is
stitching and shaving!

I know how Doctor
came to know...

about the stitch that went wrong
since I did it in the dark.

Doctor saw the stitches
on the next day, right?

Does anyone have
to point it out?

Hey! Xavi...

Some people may lack
surgical skills!

Why create a huge issue out of it?

Isn't it, Devi?

I don't know!

Xavi, try this.

No, man.

Why are you so restless?

What happened to him?

He almost chopped off that hernia
patient's genitals while shaving.

The Doctor seeing
it is still fine!

But that scoundrel
Alexander also saw it, right?

It's because of that
damn shaving set!

A bad carpenter always...

quarrels with his tools.

Xavi.

Where are you going?

To buy a bottle, I guess.

Tell me, man!

Alexander, tomorrow
there is a Whipple surgery.

You go and ask the OT staff
to arrange for the Dawyen retractor.

- Stephen!
- Sir.

Come, let's go to ward 15.

Sister!

Why are you here now?

- It is...
- What happened?

- In there...
- What's there?

Selva!

Alex...

- Hey!
- I can explain.

So, this is your
pethidine source, right ?

- I can explain.
- I will report this!

Hey, don't do that.

My life will be ruined, dude.

Leave my hand!

Leave it, dude.

Aren't you a Doctor?

- I beg you...
- Get lost, you!

Selvaraj, you are a
PG anaesthesia student.

More than that, you are a doctor!

How can you justify yourself?

I am dismissing you
from this college.

Nevertheless,

they shouldn't
have dismissed him.

- Listen!
- Yeah.

Several patients on whom he
administered anaesthesia recently...

regained consciousness
even before the surgery ended.

These are grave ethical
violations, Suja.

Do I have to remind
you about all this?

By the way...

are we here to waste our time
talking about these junkies?

Huh?

Just try swallowing.

- Does it hurt?
- Yes, a little.

So, this is a case of
solitary nodule thyroid.

Let's perform the
surgery immediately.

Don't be scared by the English
jargon I used for your condition.

This is just a minor surgery.

- Alex, you should assist this.
- Sir.

Bring one more person with you.

- I'll call Xavi, sir.
- Hmm.

- Admit them to the ward.
- Okay, Doctor.

That was when we first met.

Our lives,
both Krishnadas' and mine

intertwined permanently

at that fateful destiny point.

It's just that neither of us
realized it then.

What's up? Are you worried?

A little bit.

Let's clear your mind right away!

Stephen! Rajendran!
Just come here.

Rajan!

Krishnadas is a fantastic singer!

- That's cool.
- Why don't you sing a song, Krishnadas?

All of us would like
to hear you sing.

A nice song from you...

will make you and everyone
else here feel happy.

Go ahead!

That night marked the end
of many things.

It was during that night that
the world heard the voice...

of the blessed singer Krishnadas,
for the last time.

The night I saw Suja
for the very last time.

So, Doctor sir...

I'll be on leave for a month
from tomorrow onwards.

I'll be quite busy with the study
leave and my cousin's wedding.

I can call your residence, right?

My dear Christian boyfriend,
don't do anything stupid!

Let's not tell anyone now.

Let me complete MBBS first.

Anyway, your birthday is
coming up next week, right?

I'll try to sneak out then.

Hey, Raghavetta!

Go and have some food.

- Keep this.
- I'm so glad. Thanks!

First table, Krishnadas,
Thyroid case.

Second table, Johnson.
It's a case of hernia.

And the third table is...

- Yes?
- Sir, may I come in?

Come in!

I'm doing PG in medicine.
I've got a PP case.

- What happened?
- He is from my home-town, sir.

He drank latex milk,
mistaking it for buffalo milk.

He got an enema done from a local
hospital, but it didn't help.

Can't you be more careful
while drinking stuff?

He needs a digital evacuation.

Well, who will do it now?

Now...

Xavi is in the ward, sir.
I had seen him.

Okay. So go and inform him that
I've asked him to do this.

- Okay, sir!
- Go on!

Hey, Xavi!

Go quickly! There's
an emergency case!

What's the case?

You've been asked to carry out the digital
evacuation of a constipated patient.

I pity you, dude!

Listen!

Sir has been making you do all this,
upon Alexander's behest.

Where the heck is that scoundrel?

He has gone to the
MBBS block now.

You know why, right?

He takes up all the
important surgeries.

And we're left to dig into constipated
people's butts to scoop their shit!

Turn around!

Lift this leg.

This leg.
Lift this leg, man!!

Can't you tell between
buffalo milk and latex milk?

Why don't you just die, you...

Are you nervous, Doctor?

Of course!

If my hands shiver,
it's all over.

If there's a nerve injury,
he'll lose his voice.

Forget singing, he won't
be able to talk again.

I'm a bit nervous.

If anything untoward happens,
the entire responsibility falls on me.

Hey, Xavi!

What do you mean by that?

If any complication
occurs during the surgery...

the first assistant
will be responsible.

Don't you know that?

The rest will wash
their hands off.

Xavi, hurry up.
Come quickly.

Sister!

Alex, suction.

Okay, sir!

Alex, that will do.

- BP?
- 130-80.

- He is stable now.
- Good.

Doctor...

The hernia patient
in OT1 has collapsed.

Oh my God!

Alex, you need to take over.

- Okay, sir.
- Finish the case.

You must be careful about
the recurrent laryngeal nerve.

- Let's go.
- Sure, sir.

Xavi!

Scissors.

Cut the tie.

Xavi...

I realized during
that very moment,

that the singer within
Krishnadas had died.

That... he had permanently
lost his voice.

The professional jealousy towards me...

destroyed the life
of an innocent man.

Everyone, please make way.

Move aside!

Since he was poor...

and didn't have many
people to support him,

Krishnadas' protests...

didn't last long.

Since it was the medical college and
given the circumstances of the times,

and considering that 100% success
wasn't guaranteed in any surgery,

it faded out gradually.

If you ever dare to use a
surgical blade on any living body,

I'll thrash you! Leave the
campus and never come back!

I'm suspending you from the
college with immediate effect!

You are suspended from
the college for a month.

Sir, I...

Okay, leave now.

Why are you crying like a baby?

- Alex...
- You didn't do anything, right?

We are all with you.

I'll do this for you.

Xavi, they can't just
dismiss you alone!

Who is the first
assistant of this surgery?

That rascal!

If they dismiss you,

it means that the medical college
made a medical negligence,

and not you.

Dude!

We will flare up this issue!

After all,

you cut the nerve upon
his instruction, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Dude, listen to him.

Tell your father...

that it was an accident.

I'll inform my Papa too.

Hey, dude!

We must do something to him!

I'll go back to my home-town only after
giving him something he'll never forget.

Those who...

want to come with me,

can come along!

Raghavetta!

She said she's going for study leave
and her cousin's wedding.

How come she's back so soon?

I don't know all that!

Anyway, I saw a big
package with her.

Oh! It's a surprise birthday visit!

Huh?
Is it your birthday today?

Yeah!

Then let me go and
have couple of drinks.

You carry on, Doctor.

Why do you have to
count it, Doctor?

I'll see you later.

Go on!

Suja!

Suja!

Suja...

Hey!

Alex!

- Do you feel the high?
- Hey, Selva!

He's been given too
much sedation already.

There! You've opened your eyes, huh?

You are an expert surgeon...

right?

You son of a gun!

Alexander the great!

It's not enough for you when you
get to perform major surgeries.

You want to make me
dig into the butts

of random wastrels and
scoop their shit as well?

Bloody dog!

This is the last time I am
putting knife on a living body.

Xavi...

Please don't do it!

- Dude!
- Huh?

What surgery shall
we perform on him?

We must do a major surgery!

A minor surgery would do.

Vasectomy!

Happy Birthday, Alex!

Hey! Stay still!

Bloody dog!

Hey! What are you doing, man?

Hey, Xavi!
Hey!

- Come on, die!
- Hey! Xavi! Enough!

He will die.

What's next, dude?

First, let's get out of here.

Let's make sure...

not to leave any
evidence behind here.

So...?

You guys never came here,

and I never saw anything!

Start the vehicle, Shiva!

Get up!

Hey! Put him inside!

He thinks he's a big shot Doctor!

- Shiva!
- Yeah!

What are we going to do, dude?

Is he dead?

Stop the car!

Huh?

Stop the car!

Xavi!
Be careful, dude!

All I wanted was
to become a good doctor.

A good doctor!

Doctor...

Alexander!

Consequently,

following Krishnadas' fate,

Alexander was also finished forever.

Having sustained severe injuries,

I remained in a coma
for a long time!

Subsequently, they managed to
convince everyone at the campus

that we had been drinking
together before the accident

and that I was the one who forced
everyone to travel in the car.

For almost eight months,

I remained in a coma.

No one knew where I was
or what happened to me,

and no one bothered
to find out, either.

Except one person!

Unfortunately,

GCS is still at zero.

There is no hope for recovery.

There's no chance for
a recovery, Madam.

It's been three months, right?

Rather than making
him suffer like this,

shall we remove the support?

Suja!!

Suja!

Suja, who realized that I
will be dead soon enough,

didn't wait for the next
morning's sunrise.

She became a martyr
for her first love.

She became the second collateral
damage of this chain of events.

She died!

And I didn't even know it!

Bloody romantic, right?

Ozler?

On the very day that her life ceased,
I was reborn!

Bloody ironic!

Son!

Then came a prolonged spell, where I
kept slipping into a coma, on and off.

Visitors gradually stopped coming.

I was all alone.

My mother tried really hard

to bring me back
to a normal life.

Gradually, I started speaking.

I started reading.

For a very long time,
books were my only companions.

Many of my memories were
still reluctant to resurface,

and one of them was
my medical PG phase.

I had forgotten it completely.

I had forgotten Suja too.

In the meanwhile,

leaving me all alone,

my Mumma departed.

I was orphaned.

A man without memories,

is akin to a sailboat lost at sea
wandering without direction, Ozler.

I was certain that my dissociative
amnesia would never go away.

But...

around three years back,

one fine day...

An artist who was once
hailed as "Junior Yesudas"...

Whether it was a
cruel twist of fate

or the result of medical college
doctors' negligence, remains unknown.

He lost his voice forever.

After a long duration of 30 years,

Krishnadas has come here today;

as a new person.

Krishnadas, how are you?

I am fine!

I am glad...

that I could...

come here.

To truly understand
who Krishnadas was,

let's watch one of
his old videos now.

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

♪ O' Sky draped in floral grace,
send a melody-laden cloud my way ♪

That was my stimuli!

My waking point!

I realized what
had happened to me.

I remembered Suja.

I sought and found Krishnadas.

I am Dr. Alexander.

The last time you sang...

was for me.

- It's the passport.
- Okay.

After that,

it was a long period
of preparations,

hiring people and
spending a lot of money, Ozler,

attending to every detail.

During your attempt to kill Dr. Xavi,

if something happens to you,

someone should be out there for
the world to know the truth.

That's why Krishnadas
surrendered, right?

Sudhakaran Payyarath!

The man who travelled
to Dubai in your place,

recognized by us alone

as 'Alexander'
from the records...

Who is he, really?

You must ask that to him, sir.

We have lost...

all that was precious
and everyone we loved.

I think you can understand that
better than anyone else, Ozler.

While you targeted the children
of all your other foes,

you spared Xavi's daughter,
who is in America.

Because you wanted the
punishment given to Xavi,

to be deeply personal.

Am I right?

The one whom you're trying to save
is not at all a righteous man,

Ozler!

The ones responsible for
all these misfortunes of ours...

You cannot arrest them.

Because there are no witnesses
or evidence against them.

But... all of them
will be crying now.

That's enough for us!
We are happy with that.

Moreover,

at least a few of you
know our story now, right?

That's enough!
That alone is enough!

The law does not permit anyone to take
another person's life, Alexander.

And the three people
you killed so far,

did not deserve to die.

To someone who takes
up the mantle of revenge,

armed with a book chronicling
the injustices he has endured,

there won't be any wrongs, Ozler.

There are only rights.

Okay!

See you tomorrow!

There are many formalities
to be completed tomorrow.

Take rest.

Can I talk to Xavi?

We didn't really
have to call him.

- But Ozler--
- Yeah.

Please come, sir!

He's inside.

Sir, it's true that
he has made a request.

But you need to meet him
only if you're interested.

Nobody had any complaints, right?

What can the Police do then?

What a small world!

And here we meet again!

Indeed!

In line with our
HOD's past statement,

you haven't used a scalpel on any
living human body since then.

You managed to get into
the Forensic department,

became renowned as
a famous forensic surgeon,

and are now retired.

You're at a juncture in life...

where you'll be launching your
autobiography next week.

Congratulations!

Thanks!

Though I had been in coma after
the accident for several months,

none of you came to see me, even once.

You never even bothered to inquire
even casually about this Krishnadas.

You got drunk, drove the car
and got into an accident,

and we too had to suffer for it.

And...

who is this guy?

Xavi!

Humans who feel no
guilt or remorse...

are the most dangerous
people on this planet.

No matter how you
attempt to manipulate it,

no matter how much you deceive,

or even if the law
comes to your aid,

you cannot evade the responsibility for
the near-death torment you subjected us to.

Hey, Alex!

You played the Saint
even back then.

And you're continuing
to do so even now?

Don't you know?

God causes some people to prosper

while others to falter.

That's their individual destiny.

Today, if I am sitting
in front of you alive,

it's because justice
and God are on my side.

You are correct, Xavi!

God and paradise had long
abandoned people like me...

and this unfortunate mute man.

But...

the Devil might appear in
the flesh to save us.

And that day,

he will have a
Devil's alternative.

Whatever it is,

be in hell with your Devil,

Alexander Joseph!

Good luck!

Good luck!

Thank you for saving
my life, Ozler!

You deserved to die, Doctor!

I am so sorry that
you are still alive.

But I am so sorry
that you are disappointed.

To all the esteemed guests, including
the renowned author Mr. Benyamin,

who have come here
accepting my invitation,

to release my humble memoirs,

and to my dear readers,

Namaste!

Throughout my 32 years of service,
up until my retirement last year,

I have always worked
with utmost sincerity.

And that's exactly why,

as Mr. Benyamin had
mentioned earlier,

I could pen down my experiences,
with utmost sincerity and honesty.

In my professional life,

I have faced several challenges.

As I never agreed to get
influenced or fall for threats,

I have gained a lot of adversaries.

Furthermore,

even after my retirement,

an attempt was made
to kill me last week,

and many of you would have
heard about it through the media.

- To stop that...
- Hello!

Ozler!

After Ashok Selvarajan's murder,

you had a doubt about the blue marks
seen around the victims' wounds, right?

That ink was sent for an
analysis in Hyderabad,

and its result has arrived.

What is it?

Listen!

That's not an ordinary ink.

It's methylene blue.

Along with it, there are traces
of a substance called agar-agar.

It's a medium which is
used to culture a bacteria.

What do you mean?

A very rare and deadly bacterium...

is growing within that blue mark.

It's a Chromobacterium violaceum variant.

And its incubation period is...

seven days.

They could only make this
small scar on my hand.

Along with the various honours
I've received in retirement,

I view this as an additional
achievement to cherish.

- For my sincere service...
- So, you mean?

Once this bacterium enters the body,

only on the seventh day,

will the symptoms appear.

After that, either myocarditis
could lead to...

a sudden cardiac arrest!

Dr. Xavi Punnoo--

Or a multiple organ failure,

which will gradually
lead to death.

Is there any treatment?

No, Ozler!

There is no cure...

or vaccine yet.

This is a unique bacteria

with a 100% mortality rate.

Once it enters the body,

it multiplies very quickly.

It will destroy every organ
in the body, one by one.

Death is inevitable.

Sorry! Sorry!

Fearing the emperor of
serpents, Thakashaka...

the King builds a tower
in the middle of a lake,

and starts living there.

On the seventh day,
just before sunset...

some sages arrived
to visit the King.

As a sign of gratitude to the sages

who had been praying for his life,
for the past seven days,

the King picks up one among the fruits
they had brought.

Little did the King know...

that in the form of a small worm,

Thakshaka had been
hiding inside that fruit.

God and paradise had long
abandoned people like me...

and this unfortunate mute man.

But at certain instances,
to save us...

the Devil might
appear in the flesh.

He will have...

a Devil's alternative.

[Dissected truths]

Oh my God!

Hello, Ozler!

Hello, Alexander!

Hello, Krishnadas!

To publish a book,

and to make a movie
about your lives,

I heard that you've
received several offers?

When the war ends,

isn't it natural for vultures to
to come and feast on the dead, Ozler?

For one of your questions,

I gave you only half an answer.

I could have waited until Xavi's daughter
got back from America on leave.

If I had insisted,

Krishnadas would have agreed to
target the daughter instead of Xavi.

But...

I did this...

for you.

Before abandoning everything
and leaving in despair,

I wanted to get you as
the investigating officer.

You are a good human, Ozler!

We were destined to meet.

We were so destined to meet!

We'll keep encountering each other.

See you!

Bone residue, Ozler!

Bone residue!

Bone...

residue!

Sir, when you came
in the morning

and left without meeting me,

I thought you might not
come back today.

Aren't you really busy now?

Anyway, the dinner is delicious!

Also,

I saw the two culprits
who were arrested in your case.

But I couldn't talk to them.

Where is my wife and daughter?

I thought that you had
stopped asking me that, sir.

Didn't I tell you, sir?

I don't remember anything.

I'm not asking you where you
buried my wife and daughter.

I'm asking you
where they are now.

Vineeth!

From your car's boot,

we found their
blood-stained clothes...

and a large machete.

The blood stains found on
the machete and clothes,

was confirmed to be that of my wife
and daughter, through DNA tests.

But...

in the wake of that shock,
everyone failed to notice...

something that the Kerala Police had
never been forced to examine, till date.

Bone residue!

The tiny fragments of bones.

Once you use a knife
to cut the bones,

however much you wash it,

or even if you attempt
a chemical wash,

the bone residue
will still remain.

On the machete that you
used to slaughter my family,

there wasn't a single
trace of bone residue.

I just cross checked it, Vineeth!

That means...

my wife and daughter...

were not chopped into pieces.

So,

clearly, you're not the
one who did it, Vineeth.

However, you're aware of who is
responsible and what they did to my family.

Tell me!

Who is behind all this?

Tell me!

Finally, you found it man!

I had been waiting for
this moment, for so long!

Aren't you an expert investigator?

If you are smart
enough, find it!

Let's see what you are made of,

Ozler!