Where are you going?
To my room.
You should vacate
your room immediately.
Didn't you know? The police
have arrested your roommates.
Why?
You friends were not
studying engineering here.
They were making bombs!
Sir... Bomb?
I don't know, sir.
But I know you well.
I didn't count you among them.
Since your friends
are involved in this,
the police will be
looking for you too.
Sir, I don't know who they are.
I'm only staying with them.
That's all I know.
Don't waste time anymore.
Leave immediately!
Go!
Sir...
The most powerful weapon in democratic
country is election. Here
Kerala is getting ready
for the next elections.
The LDS party that has been in
rule for two consecutive terms,
and the CDF party that lost
its rule for the past ten years,
are awaiting the
public opinion in
front of ballot
boxes, all over again.
Just like the lustre
of their ten year rule,
LDS has its share of
wounds and bruises, as well.
But they are being led by
the formidable Achyuthan Nair.
As for CDF, that's
in a discord with
its constituent
parties and allies...
They do not have a
leader who has the
intellect to make
them stand united.
They have chiefs.
They have able people too.
But they don't have
a face to project
as the next Chief Minister, yet.
Finally, they ceded the
right to choose that face,
to the High-Command
of the party
they are in Delhi
Delhi which has lot of historical memories.
Here, in this Delhi...
at Gandhi Bhavan, which has
the colour and smell of Khadi...
He has come here
wearing ill-fitting underwear,
to find out who's that
number one candidate.
This is for Ananthakrishnan sir.
Madam, can I meet Rajeev Ji?
You cannot meet him today.
Rajeev Ji is meditating.
Say something else
for a change, dear.
Like diarrhea or labour
pain or something..
I've been hearing
about his meditation
ever since the
time I came to Delhi.
Did you say something?
Never mind, sister. Thank you.
Sir has arrived.
I'll put him on.
Sir...
It's Devadas, from Delhi.
Joseph sir, there
seems to be a problem.
What is it?
It's me, right?
I was given a sealed cover
with someone's name in it,
asking me to hand it over
to Ananthakrishnan sir.
What's with these new customs?
They can do this easily
over a phone call, right?
Why do they need a letter now?
Phones are being
tapped, right? Wait!
In this case, no one
can leak the information.
I've heard that the Al-Qaeda
operates this way now.
Everything is shared
through letters.
Will I tell anyone that
I've been sent with a cover,
that has the next Chief
Minister's name in it?
Let's go.
Keep your volume down.
That driver is with you, right?
No! No! He's a Sardar.
He won't hear it anyway.
He's listening to music
on his earphones.
Did you meet Rajeev Ji?
Rajeev Ji?
No way!
A lady secretary
brought this letter to me.
Along with tea
and toasted bread.
We've waited for so long anyway.
Now let's wait
until it's revealed.
Just hold that cover
against the sun!
Check if you can see something!
I did that already!
My hunch is that...
if you are the CM
candidate of CDF,
why do they need this secrecy?
We'll see.
Call me as soon as
you get any information.
Okay.
[reporters speaking
to the camera]
He has ruled twice.
Now, if he's plotting
to make his son-in-law
the Chief Minister
for the third term...
If he's plotting?
Wait and watch, Bhadran.
Achuthan Nair's fort isn't as
strong and sturdy
as it used to be.
If we try really hard...
You can't do squat, Sharath!
Even if he crosses 70 or 80,
CM Achuthan Nair will
be as strong as a bull.
Even today,
he himself is the party!
Whatever said and done,
he himself is the politburo!
He himself is the
legislative assembly.
Kerala Government is equal to...
Achuthan Nair.
Comrade, here's
what you asked for.
Here you go.
Good job!
Will the media say that I
smuggled gold through books now?
This book was banned in India.
Rushdie's Satanic Verses.
How did you get hold of it?
When Comrade Sajan from Pattiyam
who works in
Chicago came back...
Reporter!
That's a great hook!
The Chief Minister's
alliance with the CIA.
Who is this Pattiyam Sajan?
Inform your Kottayam office.
Your sub-editors
are the best when
it comes to writing headlines!
Namaste.
All well?
Comrade!
Don't bend so much, Nair.
Though it's your
spine that is bending,
it's people like this Kumarettan
who would feel the pain.
Stand up straight, Nair!
You are a Communist!
Kattayikkonam Devadas.
Who's Kattayikkonam?
The Omicron variant
of Kerala Politics.
Can't see anything!
Damn it! Whose name would it be?
Darling!
You wait inside.
Okay.
The actress who
gets into activist
mode at the drop of a hat,
needn't been seen like
this at the MP's quarters.
-Go! -Hey!
-What?
You've put on... meat!
Really?
You've put me on a protein diet,
bugger!
Jithin, is the MP here?
Yes. Just a minute.
Okay.
So...
I'll call you.
By the way, sir...
I forgot to tell you.
You know that
actress Anjana Kurup?
She is in Delhi now.
I had seen her yesterday
at the mall nearby.
She must have come here
for some special work, right?
Okay, Devadas.
If you bump into her again,
convey my regards to her.
Got it?
Now you get going!
Okay.
Who will be CDF's
Chief Minister candidate?
Tell me, Thidambilan.
I can only think straight, CM.
As he is the opposition leader,
my hunch is that it would
be Joseph Vadakkan indeed.
No way! Vadakkan lost that
ability somewhere down the line.
When I saw his initial vigour,
I had high expectations.
But he fizzled out as a
damp squib soon enough.
What about you, Harris?
I think there are
three possibilities.
One is Madayi Madhavan.
Kannur politics has
never given birth to
parasitic ivies as Chief
Ministers, Comrade.
The second one is
Stephen Payippadan.
He is educated. A great orator.
And young blood too!
The third one is
Pavithran Muppathara.
His dismal failure
in the last election...
If he's able to
find the scope to
convert it into a sympathy wave,
he might be chosen.
In the meanwhile,
the old shark Eappan
Devassy is also trying his luck.
One last time, before
he bites the dust.
There's no point.
He's terribly ill.
He has no memory either.
Having no memory is an advantage
for the Chief Minister's chair.
Don't forget that.
Well, you didn't say
anything, MV Babu sir.
Since the conventional
electoral process...
has never paid
heed to the wishes of
the proletariat
or the pedestrian,
or dialectical materialism,
it will be difficult to arrive
at a logical conclusion.
What the hell?
He's completely clueless
about this whole scenario.
That's why he's blurting
out these fancy words.
Teacher...
Don't you have an opinion?
Why should I say
something and irk anyone?
My face is missing
from the posters already.
Whoever it is, why do we care?
We'll come back
for the third term!
You don't have to be
insecure about that.
Did anyone ask for your
opinion, Karakulam Saji?
Comrades!
I think that...
...it won't be any of the
usual suspects this time.
The baboons of Delhi...
...have suddenly
gained a confidence
of having nothing to lose.
So, this time...
they might unleash a dark horse.
The man in black!
All of you step outside, please.
Come on!
Please allow Sahib to
rest for at least ten minutes.
He'd also have feelings
like hunger and thirst, right?
These people are not listening!
Please wait outside.
Ikka..
Let Sahib take
rest for some time.
If any of you haven't eaten,
you can have food over there.
Ikkakka!
Shall I serve breakfast?
Can you give me some
peace of mind, my dear wife?
Such a volatile
political atmosphere
has never happened earlier.
Let me think in peace.
Sorry, Ikkakka.
It's alright, dear.
You were unaware, right?
Go have your food.
Hello?
Don't worry.
We'll figure this out.
I will come there.
-Namaste. -Namaste.
How are you, son?
Doctor, is everything alright?
Everything is alright, sir.
Hello? Yes.
I'll put him on.
Have you visited
all the villages?
Almost.
Two more villages are remaining.
Sir, call from Delhi.
-Hello? -Sir...
Pavithran sir is on the line.
Pavithran...
Ananthakrishnan sir...
Any news?
It's not you.
Who is it then?
Pavithran, you know right?
Madam had promised me.
This is the kiddo's game!
And he washed his hands
of it and put it into my court,
asking me to announce
the Chief Minister candidate,
making it seem like my decision.
What are you saying, sir?
I'm here in this jungle, with
leeches sucking my blood,
to build this damn party!
And now, they're
screwing me over?
When the kiddo
said that he wanted
young blood as the CM candidate,
I had precisely marked your
name and given it to them,
during the dinner at Jorbagh.
A million dollar game has
happened, in the meanwhile.
If not me, then who?
Stephen Payippadan?
It's not him either.
Then?
David John Medayil.
Why David?
Right?
Yeah.
There should be
some reason behind the
choice for the CM
candidature, right?
Especially when it is against a
political bigwig
like Achuthan Nair,
who ruled as the CM for
two consecutive terms?
So, quite a lot of cash from the
Medayil coffers has
ended up in Delhi.
This was my
initial reaction too.
But later, reason
began to set in.
If the High-Command
has chosen him,
what would be the reasons?
His wounds have been washed
by the wild salt of our past.
John Medayil died in his arms.
David's father, John Medayil sir
was a venerable
Communist leader.
He died in a road accident.
In Kerala's political history,
there are two versions. One
states that it was an accident,
and the other states
that it was a murder.
Won't the 25-year old,
who was with John in that car,
know whether it was an accident,
or was it made
out to be like that?
From John's closing eyes,
wouldn't he have found the
people behind it, Thidambilan?
Well...
What do we...
You?
After his father's death,
David changed sides,
To the right-wing!
A leftist turning into a
right-wing guy and it worked!
In the four elections
that followed,
he won with a thumping majority!
He is a cunning businessman too.
He multipled his father's
assets, a hundredfold.
When he was the MP,
he was able to create
a clout in Delhi politics
that no other Malayali
has managed to achieve,
since he was filthy rich.
David was Mr. Moneybags...
and money matters in Delhi.
John Medayil sir had married a
Hindu woman from a lower caste.
Lachiyamma.
So, David was born half-Hindu,
half-Christian.
And then, David married...
Vrinda, the only daughter
of Kurichi Gopalan sir,
the most respected leader
of the Ezhava community.
In the same accident that
took David's father's life,
David's wife Vrinda
lost both her legs.
She has been on a wheelchair
for the past 20 years.
David raised their two
children, like a single parent.
Despite being unable to give any
physical pleasure
to him as a wife,
David treated her
like a queen, and
that story endeared
him to the masses.
Especially, those
members in her community.
Among them, he became an icon!
And the Ezhavas consider
him as their foster son.
And he's splurging money
for the community as well.
Is caste the only
deciding factor
for Kerala's electoral balance?
Isn't that Kerala's biggest
contradiction, Kurup?
India's greatest
secular state...
still goes to vote...
wearing the
undergarments of caste!
James, all well?
Yes, Sahib.
You should help me.
Just tell me what
you want, Sahib.
There's that old
story you had written
about David John Medayil's
liaison with a woman, right?
Which one?
The one with that NRI's wife!
I need all the
details regarding that.
My dear Sahib,
due to the kind of
pounding I got back then,
even my wife left me.
No erections! No ejaculations!
I don't have a family anymore.
So, please don't ask me
to mess with him, Sahib.
I'll do anything else..
Hang up, you swine!
Sahib, I...
I've heard that this David
is a compulsive womanizer.
Who isn't?
Everyone needs that.
Some get lucky with it,
and some don't.
And he was
extremely lucky with it.
I came to know
about a completely
different reason
apart from all this,
from an inside informant.
Have you heard of
the Kisan Maha Sabha?
Isn't that a farmer's
organization?
It's not an ordinary
organization.
In U.P., Bihar, Madhya
Pradesh and Haryana,
they are the people who
control the largest vote bank.
Don't you remember
the farmer's protests
that brought Delhi
to a standstill?
2020?
Yes.
The most important one
among David's businesses,
is grains export.
He's the biggest buyer of
farm products from that region.
At the Kisan Maha Sabha,
David's words have the
colour of golden wheat.
When India will be facing
the elections next year,
Kisan Maha Sabha will
leave the "Hindu" India,
and stand with Gandhism.
That's the deal that David
has brokered with Rajiv Ji.
What the f...
Yes, it's a pretty good...
Now, let's come to David's
shortcomings as a CM candidate.
His glaring limitations.
To begin with,
his way with women,
as we spoke earlier.
CDF lost its rule for ten years,
just because a woman made an
untimely visit to
the CM's residence.
So, David will have
to keep his libido...
under the quilt.
The refinement and tact
that a politician needs...
Well, he's just
loaded with cash.
He doesn't have class.
He's a goon.
A corporate goon.
Is your party's
High-Command bringing
this rogue to bring
down Achuthan Nair?
That will put your party in a
constant state of constipation.
Why are you getting
so stressed, Sahib?
If that is Rajiv Ji's decision,
let's just stand
united and support it.
You and your Rajiv Ji.
Hey! I have only
one High-Command!
That's my intelligence!
That says that CDF will
be finished here, if it's him.
He's the most comfortable in the
company of local
goons and lowlives.
A Chief Minister who gets
into brawls on the streets...
And his age!
That can work against him.
Should be 45-46, right?
47.... But that can
work in his favour.
Young blood and money!
That's our party's
new billboard.
What do you think about him?
Do you like David?
Do I like him?
That's a tricky question.
He is not a...
...perfect hero material.
He's not a complete
villain either.
One who doesn't fall
into either of those nets,
and keeps slipping away,
like a snake head fish.
He waited for so long,
and prepared himself,
for this opportunity.
It won't be easy.
Nothing is going to be easy.
I can't. Period!
This is called a
big fat betrayal.
I don't have the temparement
to bear this as well.
And since all of you
kept egging me on,
I kept a photo of St. Joseph
in the CM's residence.
Don't ask me to take it back.
Even if the High-Command
asks me, I won't take it back!
You just have to
threaten him once.
He will abandon ship.
Who does he think he is?
Walking around
like a loser, wearing
that shady black
shirt and sunglasses!
Shall we send our
youth-wing to threaten him?
What did you say your
full name was, Devadas?
Why do you ask so?
Just tell me.
Devadas Kattayikkonam.
Do you want me to kick your ass?
You want to threaten David?
Bloody shameless prick!
Shall we start a
smear campaign saying
that the party is
not all about money?
A correction group against
the High-Command's decision.
Haven't you had enough of
splitting our party into groups?
I counted last night.
Including yours, there
are 17 groups in our party.
Seventeen!
We can nab David.
I can understand him easily.
Because, people
call me arrogant.
Him too!
There's a difference,
Payippadan.
Your arrogance is fake,
and his is original.
It won't keep
changing, depending
on people and situations.
So you're with the man
in black, Madayi sir?
Yes!
I want him to come!
If he's here, this party
won't be short of funds!
I'm fed up!
Fed up of begging in
front of random guys!
You didn't say anything,
Ananthakrishnan sir.
Let him come.
David will be
able to consolidate
the party really well.
And that's not just
with his money.
In the last ten years,
the influence he has
created among the cadres,
the inspiration he
has given them...
We can't undermine all that.
We don't know who
has given what to whom!
But I understood what
the liaisons are like, now.
Only scoundrels like you
can pass such lewd remarks.
Call your lover
that, you bloody!
Sit down, sister.
What did you think?
My dear Pavithran,
don't create a scene.
No wonder our party
became like this!
Sitting here like lame ducks.
If she goes and shaves her
head in front of the media,
the blame will fall upon me!
Please don't shave your head.
Everyone who has assembled here,
wants to speak in
private with you, Davi.
All those who smile
in your presence
and try to get close to you,
are not friends.
And all those who
keep a distance,
are not foes either.
You should have this in mind,
every single day, hereafter.
You had wished for the CM's seat
this time, right Madayi sir?
No way!
I took your name to
Ananthakrishnan sir,
holding it with my
middle finger, like this.
You know what all
games I had to play,
to take you to the top?
I'm grateful, Devadas.
But...
once all the games are over,
apply some soap and wash
that middle finger of yours.
You should decline
the post this time.
If you do,
it's just that won't have
the title of the Chief Minister.
All my powers,
will be yours as well, like an
unwritten power of attorney.
Won't you decline
it, this one time?
I will.
But, before that...
About the 2000 acre
farm you bought in
your brother-in-law's
name at Rajahmundry,
paying an astronomical price,
and the Walmart warehouse
that's coming up there,
and about Pulses and
Grains International...
You must allow
me to open my heart
to the media
here, about all that.
I'm with you!
You've always stood
for development!
I was well aware
from the beginning that
none of them can
do a damn thing here!
Your growth within the party,
ever since Kunjali Sahib left...
I've always looked
on to it, in wonder.
You should be with me,
like an elder brother.
I've already
assumed that position.
I'm happy that it's you, David.
After all,
it's a Christian who'll be
taking the Chief
Minister's seat.
Stephen...
caste is just in my name,
not in my mind.
My mother's religion
taught me about...
...freedom!
Freedom to fly high, without
fearing any ancient book.
So,
forget this caste-game.
If you can stand
with me nevertheless,
you're welcome.
Our good old chariot has already
been shattered into 50 pieces.
Instead of trying to repair it
using cheap glue or adhesives,
why don't we bring out a whole
new chassy on to the road?
Including the masons
and carpenters
capable enough to build it,
I have 49 sitting
legislators on my side.
If that's not enough,
there are welders
and painters waiting to
come with me, with
the snap of a finger.
Instead of sabotaging
that vehicle as well,
why can't you ride high,
chilling on its
florentine leather seat?
You're much more
knowledgeable than me, sir.
Please explain it,
to this entire team.
Please!
Well done, Man in Black!
Thanks.
I was not just a message-bearer.
I know.
Rajeev Ji told me...
... that you were
the most articulate
among the people
who spoke for me.
And in return?
In return,
you need the Lavalin files.
If you can!
They will reach you...
...before the starlet who's
in your house flies back here.
How do you know all this?
Delhi is mine too, sir.
David!
I need to meet you.
I was your father's enemy,
in politics.
In politics alone!
I know, Uncle Rahman.
When Dad used to go to Uncle
Veeran's house in Wayanad,
he used to take me along.
He would tempt me
saying that the lunch
would be from
Musaliyarakam house.
When we reach there,
you'd pick me up,
and embrace me.
I was really fond of...
...the fragrance
of your perfume.
While leaving, you'd place a
bottle of perfume in my hand.
And I used to show off
that bottle in my school.
I still remember its name.
Al-Rooh.
Those were the days, son!
Back then, we never
even bothered to notice...
...whether our friends were
Muslim, Hindu or Christian!
A time when Majeed, Joseph and
Krishnan going
to school together,
was not a matter of wonder.
Your father, Veeran and I...
We had a clarity...
...about life.
A vision that could not
be clouded by religion.
Not just mere clouding,
but children these days are
headed towards
absolute blindness.
The same fragrance.
Al-Rooh.
I remembered my
Dad suddenly, Uncle.
I'll handle it.
I'm with you.
"You've never
raised more slogans
than I ever did, Sethulakshmi"
So?
"Since I'm born
to a good father"
"Your Dad is not my Dad"
"Narcotic business
is a dirty business"
"To understand all this,
you need to have sense,
sensitivity,
and sensibility!"
You should learn a few of these
movie dialogues, by heart, sir.
And use it at the right
situation, and garner applause!
What's that light you see there?
Isn't that Raghavettan's shop?
Isn't it?
Yes.
Go and buy some hot Dosas
and Sambar Vadas from there.
-I don't want it. -I want it.
-Do you? -Go!
The Dosa is really
bad. Your choice!
What's your intention?
What intention?
I just asked whether my
new anklet looks good.
That's all.
To ask me if the
anklet looks good,
do you have to
show your whole leg?
Hello, Mister!
It's true that I messaged you
on Insta and took your number.
But, because of
that, don't think that
I'm a fan of yours
who's smitten by you.
You don't have
too many qualities
that can make me
a fan of yours, sir.
Ouch!
That hurt!
Don't be so blunt!
Only if I hurt your ego,
will you get stirred up...
to meet me.
I'm already stirred up!
Tell me! Your place or mine?
Is your place okay?
Your wife is there, right?
Consider that there are spaces
where my wife is not there.
-You will be safe. -Oops.
I'm just all talk!
I'm really scared.
Moreover,
me coming to
the town... alone...
Well, I don't go
anywhere without him.
Then send him
away to some place.
I'll travel all the
way up those hills.
Really?
Aren't you scared?
A celebrity like you...
I don't believe that you'd come.
I will come, jumping over walls,
and drilling through mountains.
Awesome dialogue.
This is the kind I
was talking about!
And if you keep inserting random
catch-phrases along
with such dialogues,
-it will be awesome. -Hello?
I'll call you back.
Please don't make noise.
Please don't make
noise. Please move aside.
Satheeshetta, I've reached home.
I'll call you.
Okay. Fine.
[indistinct chatter]
Hi sir.
Please don't create a ruckus.
I have nothing to say now.
I know nothing more than
what you already know.
Okay! Have food
before you leave.
Hey! Where are you rushing?
Did you have food?
No.
Then come. Let's eat together.
We'll meet after lunch.
Mom, the legs of Dad's
armchair are kinda shaky.
Call Denson and get it fixed.
It's still quite firm.
What about your chair?
Is it fixed?
It's kept out in the sun,
after being varnished,
for the glue to dry.
It will be fixed after that.
-Oh! -Oh!
Hey! Should I
give a special invite
to you to come and have lunch?
Get up and come, Lachiyamma!
I will.
So, ultimately,
the 25 seats under Gafoor...
...will be a dizzy factor.
Hello?
This is Achuthan, Davi.
I know that you
won't talk to me.
Yet, when I heard the news...
Are you doing good, Comrade?
Not so good, to be frank.
Forget that.
Davi...
You should be careful with
every move of yours, hereafter.
Be very alert.
If it's an advice,
I'm not interested.
And if it's a blessing,
I don't need it.
Your father's voice
wasn't so tough.
But you have the same defiance.
If someone talks
by looking in the eye,
or says the truth,
it has always been
defiance in the party's eyes.
Audacity!
My father made
another mistake as well.
Without the party's brokerage,
and without the
succours of contracts,
he worked hard and earned money!
Money that could even
swallow up the party.
It wouldn't have been wise
to spare him then, right?
Before trembling
to death in my arms,
he told me only one thing.
Never trust...
...anyone who's
standing with you today!
Davi, do you still doubt that...
...I was involved...
There are very few
doubts now, Comrade.
There's a whole sense
of clarity about everything.
And that's my fear, as well.
Son...
I...
Shall I hang up?
There's an affection in the
way you addressed me now.
I don't need that.
Sit down! Sit down, dear!
My darling!
I just look tall and well-built,
but I'm a child at heart.
Without your consent,
I won't touch even
your little finger.
So many pretty girls who
have come to me like this,
are now in Dubai,
Oman and Turkey,
living a luxurious life.
Those who were hostile,
are working as seamstresses
or housemaids now.
You are educated, right?
For you,
Beirut will be perfect.
Just get up, dear.
Let me just do some
hugging with you.
Oh no!
Sheesh!
It's not that!
Hugging!
Just embracing each other!
Like what friends do!
Come here. Don't you
want to go to Beirut?
Let go of me!
Hey!
Who's that?
Shukkoor!
The prodigal son
of Medayil family.
David's only brother.
Antony Medayil.
Aren't you eating anything
these days, lil' bro?
Only drinking all the time?
Look at how you've turned out!
You're doing all
that together, right?
And he's advising me!
Shankar!
I haven't appointed you
as CDF's PR manager,
to teach me the
history of Medayil family.
Stop blabbering and
come to the point.
What are you suggesting?
What is he going to do?
He cannot do
anything on his own.
But if we take him on our
side, we can do something.
We can make David
stink, inside out!
He has many drainage pipes
that are perfect for that job.
However much he tries
to whitewash himself,
David will stink,
for his entire life.
He must!
Then why don't you set
fire to that stink bomb?
Look at this!
These screenshots!
They're doing rounds
in our family groups.
David's flirtations with
chicks, half his age.
It's such a disgrace,
sister-in-law.
You should ask him
to be more discreet.
These girls are all actively
involved in these chats, right?
What's the problem then?
It's mutual.
Are you serious?
Have you begun
thinking on that level now?
There's only one level
when it comes to this, boy.
The emotional sincerity
that David shows
towards his wife who has been
bedridden for the
past 20 years...
As long as that's there,
I don't care about his
flirtations and
one-night stands.
Do you know how
it is to live with a
woman who can't do
anything on her own?
In all these years,
not once has he shown any kind
of disappointment about that.
He has never made me feel that.
So, you better get going.
Otherwise, you won't get
lunch from your wife's house.
You are just a fool!
You are just a PR image for him!
The magnanimous
person who protects
his disabled wife like a queen.
He's converting that into votes!
If he's converting
it, that's his skill.
You don't have to explain
to me what I'm to David.
Even if you keep doing rounds
of this house with such jokes,
David won't write the
Pooppara estate in your name.
Instead, he'll write it
in your children's name.
He knows that you won't
leave anything behind for them.
Okay. I'll call them.
You go there directly.
Hey! Come here!
What is it, Mom?
Whenever we spoke about you,
your dad always
used to say that,
we brought the wrong
child home from the hospital.
Now I have also
started feeling so, lil' one.
If not, you should
have at least some
qualities of your
parents, right?
This is Wahid.
Wahid Bhai...
Which number is this?
You understand what
I'm saying, right?
He should not become the
Chief Minister, come what may.
My dear Wahid Bhai,
even if all the Gods and
angels come to his aid,
he won't become the CM.
I will trap him.
I will trap him
like an alligator.
Shall I trust you, Gafoor?
Bhai...
That Achuthan Nair was just
a hindrance to our business.
If this guy comes, we won't
even get a decent tombstone.
Do you think I'll
allow that to happen?
You shouldn't!
If that happens,
I'll put an end to the nefarious
activities that your
party workers do...
at Canary Wharf
and Colindale, after
coming here in the
name of party fund.
You know that I'm not saying
this just to
threaten you, right?
Hello!
-Hey! -Yes!
Are you busy?
I'm completely jobless!
Tell me.
I was....
-You were? -I...
I wanted to...
What happened?
Do you need money or something?
Sheesh! It's not that!
Then why do you
have a starting trouble?
-Tell me! -Hey!
My husband is going
to Delhi, this evening.
He'll come back only by
the midnight flight tomorrow.
So...
We have this night!
Yes.
I'll snatch you from there,
spend the night here together,
and drop you back
there by noon tomorrow.
Me coming there?
Oh dear!
Forget it!
I never said anything,
and you haven't heard anything!
Wait, wait!
I will come.
I'll come there.
Or... just let it be.
Such hasty
decisions are always...
Don't you see the newspapers?
-It's risky! -Yes!
There's a risk, indeed.
But we'll take it.
The clout to protect you
from any kind of danger...
I have that in Kerala,
for the time being.
I know that.
That confidence
is what made me...
Then leave the rest to me.
I will come.
Okay.
Just a minute.
Excuse me, sir.
It's an exclusive news.
He wants to speak
directly to you.
Shall I believe
that I'm speaking
to the MD of Reporter channel?
Yes, speaking.
Nothing special, sir. I
called to give you a gift.
Be ready to telecast
a breaking news
that will shock Kerala,
tomorrow morning.
Keep your finest
reporters ready.
This news will be an exclusive
for your channel alone.
Exclusive!
-Sudhi.. -Yes, sir.
Trace the number
that made this call.
-Immediately. -Sure, sir!
Cut it!
Ravi, the final
frame will be here.
Yes, sir.
-100 frames! -Okay!
-Call the artist. -Okay sir.
Bro, have you reached?
Yes, my dear.
Come out.
-Just a minute. -Okay.
Catch!
Bro, all that you said is okay.
But do you have to
take such a huge risk?
There are two
types of risks, bro.
One, that will not
benefit us in any way.
And the other one,
is the kind of risk that will
energize us from top to bottom.
This is the second one.
I'm sure!
Bro!
This crappy car of yours
has proved to be lucky for me.
My uncle at Plahel
used to say that
you should not use your own car,
while going for
a secret liaison.
That's correct, dude!
So,
I'll call you.
Carry on with your shoot.
-Okay? -Okay.
Bye.
Shall we go?
When you took my
old clothes saying that
you wanted to donate
it to an orphanage,
I didn't expect such a calamity.
Well, I'm also an orphan.
The size is correct,
right? Doesn't it look good?
Don't ever step out
wearing this, again.
No, sir.
Paul, take this car and head
straight to Pooppara estate.
I'll be there in the morning.
Switch off your phone.
Don't switch it on,
under any circumstance.
If there's anything,
I'll call on the land
phone over there.
My phone has
range over there now.
Didn't you understand
what I said?
You should not switch on
your phone, come what may!
That's what I was telling you!
Whoever calls me there,
on the land phone,
tell them that your
boss is sleeping
and he'll call them back. What?
I'll say, "Boss is sleeping.
He will call you back."
That's it!
Oops. It's boss.
Hello?
Didn't I ask you to
switch this phone off?
You dimwit!
I had switched it off!
Come again?
Oops. It didn't
get switched off?
Sir, I forgot to do it. I'll
switch it off right away.
-Hi. -Hey!
I'm on my way.
Listen! Shall we
abort this plan?
I'm trembling from head to toe!
What are you scared of?
Your husband confirmed
that he reached Delhi.
You've sent your servants away.
And you don't have any
regular night visitors either.
Then what's wrong?
All that's right.
-Still.. -Hey!
Nature consciously
gifts such nights to us!
Saying, "Grab
it if you want to!"
One life, darling!
I'll spend the night with you,
wake up with an alarm
tomorrow morning,
and leave the hill
before Sunny boy rises.
I'm really scared.
Enjoy the fear!
That fear is going to
make this night memorable.
Okay.
-Let me take a shower. -Ah!
Do something useful like that.
Bye!
Drive safe!
Hey! I've reached.
Please take a look around,
just for the sake of my safety.
"Hey butterfly, in search
of honey, in a darkly night"
"Eyes turn coy as soft
arrows nibble my heart"
"As desire blossoms
in a lost dream"
"Hey lover"
"To know your breath"
"Hey lover"
"To know your passion"
"As intense lightning
invades my insane blossoms"
"Clouds dissolve into rains
over copulating serpents"
"As you disrobe me, I
submerge into your sweat"
"Hey lover"
"To know your breath"
"Hey lover"
"To know your fantasies"
"Hey butterfly, in search
of honey, in a darkly night"
"Eyes turn coy as soft
arrows nibble my heart"
"As desire blossoms
in a lost dream"
"Hey lover"
"To know your breath"
"Hey lover"
"To know your fantasies"
Isn't that David sir's car?
What?
Hey! Come here! Come fast!
David sir's driver
is lying here.
Come on!
I had asked her...
to switch off that alarm.
I told her,
"A hectic day is about to begin!
Let sir have a sound sleep."
She didn't listen!
Your lover!
She wanted to
finish all her work
and go home quickly, it seems.
Since you've woken
up, get up and come, sir.
I have to introduce
you to some people.
I've put him to sleep
after feeding him.
He's unable to adjust
to the weather here.
This damn mist and fog!
What do you want to drink, sir?
You'll get it only in black.
Be it tea or coffee.
What are you searching for?
My 'Mundu'.
I had seen it somewhere here.
Here it is.
Here you go! Oh!
Why do you need
this 'Mundu' now?
It's nothing that we
didn't see yesterday, right?
If things don't happen
as per our plan hereafter,
the whole world
will also see it.
You can go and clean up, sir.
You can find the soap
and toothbrush in the toilet.
Get ready quickly.
Let's have breakfast.
And we need to discuss
certain things then.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know what you want.
All I know is that
I'm locked here.
Once I admit that,
we can discuss a deal, right?
This is a trap I
fell into, myself.
You may quote any
price for my foolishness,
and I'm obliged to pay it.
So, what's the game?
Is it money...
...or politics?
Sheesh!
Politics?
We have better
things to do, sir.
Money!
That's what we want!
How much?
For the five of us,
Rs. 30 Crores, in total.
And, for the babe who trapped
you in a bottle and sealed it,
Rs. 1 Crore!
We can discuss the rest
once our Boss gets here.
We don't know what he wants.
Who is this 'Boss' of yours?
There is such a person!
He will come.
Present it to him yourself, sir.
Let me go and inform him.
-Sir.. -What is he doing?
-I think he's reading. -Is it?
What's happening, Issac?
Any glitches?
I'm extremely sorry, sir.
The mobile visual he
sent, is not so clear.
If we could get that
camera, we could do...
That son of a
b**** is damn lucky!
Don't you know that some of
us hired goons won't be enough
to trap THE David John Medayil?
So, don't make unnecessary
plans in your mind.
Take rest!
Let him come.
Sir, we've traced that number.
But it's confusing.
The tower location
is Vishakhapatnam.
But that phone number
was bought from Philippines.
It's a local calling card.
What's happening?
He hasn't regained
consciousness yet.
Cops have come here.
They are talking to the doctor.
When Paul wakes up,
ask him to call me.
Okay.
Okay, sister.
And, don't tell the cops that
it was me who called you.
Huh? Okay.
I won't, sister.
Aren't you eating anything, sir?
There must be some left-over
alcohol from yesterday.
I'll have a drink.
You'll have to fix it yourself.
It's forbidden for us.
Neither do we drink,
nor do we fix drinks.
Okay.
See, I'm okay with a settlement
that won't hurt either of us.
Now, if I pay you money,
I can only trust your word
that you won't make this public.
It's our word!
It won't change!
If we had to do it,
there are people
outside waiting to buy
these clips, paying
double the price,
and you know that, right?
So, don't worry about that.
31 Crores.
We know that it's
just peanuts for you.
I have the money.
That's not the problem.
But how will I give it?
As you know, we
can't store it under
our beds or in our
attics like earlier.
It's all accounted, right?
Such a huge amount...
How will I transfer it?
And to which all
accounts of yours?
What will you
show as the source?
And in what name do I give this?
Or, do you have
any accounts abroad?
In Dubai or the Middle East?
If it's an NRI
transfer, it's easy.
Call your boss and check.
You don't have
to be so confused.
The person who
planned all this with you,
must have made
arrangements for that.
We don't have any confusion.
Don't be in a hurry to meet
the person who hired us.
My dear brother,
I'm in no hurry!
I just want to end
this and leave.
I have my own worries, right?
I want to inform my family,
but you've switched off my
phone and hidden it somewhere.
He is on the way.
He'll be here in an hour.
So, Narayanan Kutty...
Please brief the
team about the details.
Yes, Ma'am.
So, officers...
David John Medayil
has been kidnapped.
The prima facie information
we've received is that,
an unidentified terrorist
group is behind this crime.
In the message received on the
Commissioner's personal e-mail,
they've demanded a
ransom of Rs. 30 Crores.
Apart from that,
they've demanded that
the accused in Nadapuram
bomb blast case,
Yasar Lathif and
Tughlaq Jamal...
be handed over to them.
That e-mail was sent from
a school kid's stolent laptop.
And that has been done from
a village near Vishakhapatnam.
Alert all stations.
Immediately inform
the anti-terrorist wing.
Yes, Ma'am. We've passed the
information to Nasser Ahmed sir.
But right now, his
phone is out of range.
-Try again! -Yes, Ma'am.
There's information that a
terrorist organization is behind
David John Medayil's abduction.
The first among the
suspected organizations
is a Yemen based outfit called
Marib Abyan Islamic Army.
Don't trust that terrorist
organization story
completely, IG sir.
That e-mail can be
as phony as a puppet.
Let that be.
Our primary concern
is David's safety.
Mr. David will be safe, sir.
Even if we have to deploy our
entire police force for that,
we will bring him
back unscathed.
But that terrorist angle...
I beg to differ, sir.
If these four suspects are the
ones who have kidnapped David,
as per our leads,
they are definitely affiliated
with terrorist organizations,
or may have had
affiliations in the past.
Our state's trials are
absolutely strange now, friends.
Even if a father kicks a mother,
the reason for that is supposed
to be Islamic terrorism.
Islamophobia, that can be used
for anything and everything,
has become an unavoidable facet
in today's political climate.
Start!
I can describe
our Chief Minister,
only as a fake secularist.
I'm talking about...
Mr. David John
Medayil's kidnapping.
A man who left home in the
morning after having breakfast
was kidnapped by
Islamic terrorists, it seems!
If we have to
believe this humbug
created by Achuthan
Nair's police,
our intelligence and sense must
already be pawned at VKG centre.
I'm saying this today...
When the truth will
be proved tomorrow,
that Islamic terrorist
will have a Nair's name.
And that name is Achuthan Nair!
And as per the party's history,
if David comes back alive,
his family should consider
themselves extremely fortunate!
My husband is leaving
to Delhi this evening.
-I'll come. -Drive safe.
You are a natural, darling!
Oh my God!
It's a pity that Kerala
is going to get a CM,
who gets into skirt-chaser
mode, at the drop of a hat.
Thanks for the night.
I'm sorry.
Why?
The job that they hired
you for.. You did it very well.
It's not your fault
that I'm a fool.
If we could solve this,
without any complications...
Yes!
We're all trying to do that.
You were good.
Real good!
Please! Leave it.
Move them away!
The investigation is going
on. We will keep you updated.
There's an order from the top
to beef up the
security for David
sir's family and properties.
Thanks for your
concern, dear Sophie.
But, protection...
You can give that
to your Government!
We had refused this security and
protection even
during the emergency...
And this Medayil House
doesn't need it even today.
When your force is fumbling,
not knowing where my Davi is,
you don't have to fool people by
deploying ten cops
around this house.
My brother will be safe, right?
Yes.
And Antony,
how is your relationship
with Joseph Vadakkan?
Are you on good terms?
CM sir, there's a book
written by actor Innocent.
"Smiles in a cancer ward"
-Should I read it? -Oh no.
I didn't mean that.
I just mentioned it.
He came here in the afternoon.
He asked for my car.
He said that it's a
secretive political meeting,
and that he'll be noticed
if he takes his own car,
before leaving from here.
Later when I called, his
phone was switched off.
Are you aware of any...
enemies who may
possibly harm David sir?
He has enemies all around!
Is that so?
So, can we...
consider you too as his enemy?
Altaf.
Isn't that your name?
Altaf...
Hussain...
Marakkar!
His driver's wife has
given a statement
that the last person
David met was you.
That's a solid evidence.
His driver, who left from here,
was attacked and hospitalized.
When he regains his senses,
will we able to
hear a fresh story,
apart from what
we've already heard,
Altaf Hussain Marakkar sir?
See you later!
Tell me, Paul. Who attacked you?
It is for David sir's case.
Tell me. Who was it?
David sir's case?
What case?
Martha!
He's not calling you, sir.
He's calling me! Martha!
Hey! Your brother
thinks that I won't
recognize him if he
comes wearing a mask!
Even if he covers
his entire face,
I'll never mistake that stench
when he comes near me.
Even if he beats me to death,
I won't give him
that coconut farm.
-Coconut farm? -Well, sir...
He had a property
dispute with my brother.
He says that my
brother has attacked him.
Great!
Ikka, are you done?
Peace be unto you!
And unto you be peace!
I saw the news.
Tell me that it's you who
trapped him, my dear!
Why are you silent?
Are you scared that
I'll record the call?
Oh no!
How can I doubt
you like that, Bhai?
Then what?
There's a much bigger
game happening here.
Let there be some clarity.
I'll call you.
Who's that?
Madam...
There's a...
...courier.
Is Nambeeshan sir home?
No. He will come tomorrow.
Your sign, please.
What is it?
It's a courier.
For Mr. Nambeeshan,
the owner of this house.
Boss is here.
Muhsin.
Iqbal.
Akhtar.
Shazia.
You?
Why?
You don't know?
You bloody swine!
Lock him up!
Walk, you scoundrel!
Come on!
Don't act tough, sir.
Get in there!
Shazia.
She's my wife.
She's not just that, right?
The old Afghan warrior!
Abandoned terrorism
when you got pregnant.
And you came
back, saying that you
want to deliver
your child in Kerala.
So you know everything, huh?
I should, right?
This game that you've
proposed. It's not so easy!
Do you really know who
David John Medayil is?
He is my best friend.
If I have to hatch a
trap for such a person,
do I even have to tell you
how much profit I'd be making?
It's not going to
be so easy, Bhai.
If you have cold
feet, let it go.
Neither have we met,
nor have we spoken.
Cold feet?
For us?
My dear Bhai, we're going
to play a massive game.
You must have guessed
that there are other
kingpins behind this
apart from me, right?
If you're hesitant,
nothing is going to happen.
But if we join forces
and put in our best efforts,
with just one shot,
all our lives will be settled.
How much will we get?
If the plan fails,
Rs. 50 Lakh,
as an advance, today itself.
Once the plan is executed,
Rs. 5 Crore,
for each one of you.
This is Mehrin.
She's the one who's
going to lure him here.
Come on!
Let's fix the game.
Sir, I have a doubt.
How did you hear about us?
You've already done enough
work to be popular, right?
Even otherwise, a client has
many ways to find good workers.
That's all you need
to know, Muhsin.
He had asked us how we want
the money to be transferred.
But he's not the one
paying the money.
Forget that.
There's a much
bigger problem, Muhsin.
Someone has snitched on us.
And it's one among this group.
None of us will snitch.
And then, it's her...
We can't be sure about that.
Do you think I would
do something like that?
No, babe.
Not in the wildest.
Don't worry about her.
She's not capable to do that.
Switch on that TV.
Any Malayalam news channel.
David John Medayil's
abduction case
reaches a crucial turning point.
Reporter TV has gained access
to the photographs of terrorists
who have allegedly
kidnapped him.
There's information
that the Kerala
Police have also
received the same photos.
An official
explanation is awaited.
Muhsin, Iqbal, Akhtar, Jabbar...
Reporter TV has
got exclusive access
to the pictures
of these four men.
Apparently,
the four of them are terrorists,
who are in the most-wanted lists
of Indian Intelligence
Service and RAW.
They are Malayalis
who went to Afghan
as suicide recruits,
many years ago.
Either, there's
someone behind you,
or it must be one among you.
I trust you people,
that you won't betray me.
I don't have any other
options at this point.
If you're trapped, I
will also be trapped.
Following which, many big
heads will also be trapped.
If we stand together,
nothing will
happen to any of us.
Only if we stand together.
Here's Rs. 5 Crore.
You can check it if you want to.
Jabbar!
No.
We trust you, sir.
If you exit through the
back gate of this estate,
the forest area
ends in Tamil Nadu.
Valluvar Kuppam.
A black Scorpio car will
be waiting for you there.
TN6 0109.
The driver's number
is saved on this.
Selvaraj.
You should call only
him from this number.
And one more thing. Never
stray away from your group,
come what may.
The suspect list that
has come out now,
does not have your
name or photo, Shazia.
Moreover, travelling
through the forest
with this child, is
going to be risky.
You guys will get late.
So,
let Shazia and her child
stay here for the time being.
As soon you reach the
safe house and inform me,
I'll leave from here
immediately with Shazia.
I'll reach there with
the balance amount.
Now, we're running out of time.
Pack your bags and let's go!
From here,
go towards the
North-East direction.
Here you go!
Be safe!
I'll slap your bloody face!
Why, bro?
Why did you have
to slap me like that?
Couldn't you be more gentle?
Dude!
I won't get this
chance often, right?
Hey!
Sahib...
Your one and only grandchild.
Anwar.
Nothing will happen to him,
if you stand with us.
You have done only good
deeds for our community.
And that's exactly why you won't
have any money
with you. I know that.
We don't need any money.
Then?
Sahib, you've always
stood with CDF
inarguably in every
election, right?
This time,
Gafoor Sahib will suggest which
party you should stand with.
Gafoor?
Gafoor is changing sides?
Gafoor Sahib might
change colours to red...
or blue,
or he might even
wear the saffron!
When he changes
colour like that,
you should be with him, Sahib.
Or else,
Abdul Rahman Sahib's grandson...
...will be branded a terrorist.
Yasar Lathif and Tughlaq
Jamal who are in jail,
will testify against him.
That will destroy the mighty
reputation of
Musaliyarakam House.
We've explained everything
to Abdul Rahman Sahib.
In this election,
he will support the
party of your choice.
He doesn't have a say now.
Come on! Quote a price
for his silence to us, sir.
Why are you talking like
this is a business deal?
The job I hired you
for.. You guys did it well.
That's all!
You aren't worthy enough
to quote a price for it.
Don't make too
much noise, Sahib.
We're not the old boys who
used to be scared of you,
at one corner of the
toilet in the Nizam mosque.
That's good, boys.
Very good.
Anyway, my fate is such.
No one really understands me.
I did all this, for us
to come into power,
and for our community.
It will benefit
all of us, right?
It won't benefit us, Sahib.
It will benefit you!
Just you!
Have the poor
Muslims in our state
had any benefit,
from you and this
new party of yours?
The leaders and committee
members bought plantations,
built complexes, bought
cars and built palatial homes.
And you give jobs
that give a salary
of 1000 Dirhams
in Dubai or Saudi,
for the poor families
here, once in a while.
And those jobs
are at barges in the
desert or in the
toilets of the Sheikhs.
And what's the wage?
1000 Dirhams!
20,000 damn Rupees!
If we plough fields
here in Kerala,
we can get Rs. 1100 per day!
But what do people say!
"Gafoor Sahib sent
my son to Dubai."
And when you
couldn't tempt boys with
jobs in Dubai or
Saudi any longer,
you found a new item - religion!
You gained control over
many, using that tool.
And you made
millions even from that!
We fled to Afghan and
Beirut from your school, Sahib.
We took revenge for the
mosques being demolished here,
upon innocent
people in Paris and
Munich, who weren't
aware of any of this.
Claiming that it is
a war for freedom,
you'll send us to countries that
we don't even know the names of.
And while we were
killing innocents there,
at the camp in Kabul,
the Commanders were taking turns
to violate and torture her.
Finally, bearing a
b*****d in her womb,
she came back to Kerala with me
boarding buses,
trucks and boats.
We realized
something then, Sahib.
There is only one
religion in the world.
Money!
And there are only two castes!
The rich...
and the poor!
And we want to be rich, Sahib!
For that, we'll do
any job like this.
We don't differentiate between
Hindus, Christians
or Muslims then.
Stop blabbering,
and pay up, Sahib.
David, I want to meet you.
Anwar is in their custody.
Gafoor Rawuther can
brand him as a terrorist.
He can brand him immoral.
Or maybe, even a
mentally ill person.
My son Apputtan...
Anwar's father...
He also lost his life, thanks to
the politics within this party.
I can't lose my
grandson as well.
What does Gafoor want?
Gafoor Rawuther
won't be supporting
CDF in the upcoming election.
He has made a secret
agreement with Thidambilan.
If the left front wins 50 seats,
the remaining 25
seats will be our party's.
The left will come
into power again.
Thidambilan will be
the Chief Minister.
Gafoor will be
the Home Minister.
And in the last two
years of their term,
Gafoor will be
the Chief Minister.
That's the game they're going
to play during this election.
Gafoor wants me to
be a part of that game,
obeying his commands,
like his puppet!
He wants this
party to join the left.
What about Achuthan Nair?
This is Thidambilan's
master-plan
against Achuthan Nair.
Achuthan Nair isn't
aware of all this,
and considers
Thidambilan his soul-mate.
Nothing will happen to Anwar.
Protecting the honour
of Musaliyarakam house,
is my responsibility!
It is my duty!
If we're unable to
save Anwar now,
Uncle Rahman won't have a voice
in his own party thereafter.
Gafoor will join the left.
In that scenario,
our possibilities will diminish.
We need Gafoor on our side,
under our feet.
So, this game is not
just to save Anwar, right?
There's a story that
Dad was really fond of.
He was really excited
to narrate it often.
U.S. Senator Jeff Barrymore...
The story of a
reverse honey trap that
he pulled off during
his election time.
He laid a honey trap
for himself, fell for it,
and eliminated all the
enemies he wanted to get rid of.
Here,
we're going to recreate
that Barrymore story.
So,
are you going to use
Anwar's kidnappers?
Yeah.
It's a reckless game, Achaya.
It's high time that I start
playing reckless games, darling.
So, director sir...
Using these four guys,
put me in a honey trap,
and get me locked in our
friend Nambeeshan's bungalow.
Hey! Are you serious?
I think this is really funny.
Bro!
A jerk like me is
going to become
the Chief Minister of Kerala.
This ain't funnier
than that, right?
Just stand with me, strongly.
I'll play the rest of the game.
But... don't we need a
girl for this honey trap?
We do.
Call her.
-Who? -Mallika.
Dude, how can I
call her for this?
Just call her, bro!
She will come.
Here you go! The secret
pride of Indian Intelligence!
Long time, Mr. Black!
-And I missed you. -Same here.
Hey! When I said that the
operation is for you, she said,
"Phew! At least
I'll be paid properly,
and won't have to put
up with the stinginess
of the accountants in
the Defence ministry."
So... tell me, gentlemen.
What can I do for you?
Simple!
Hatch a honey trap for me.
You're the honey and the trap!
And I'll be the
foolish lothario.
Here, in this house.
Let me guess.
A honey trap,
but in the reverse?
Like the Senator
Barrymore story?
Dot on!
Bro, didn't I tell you?
She is the smartest lass
we have in our company.
That's correct, dude.
Yeah.
So, to operation honey trap!
This anti-terrorist
squad is not an outfit
that can be used to shoot and
kill Muslims whom
you don't like.
Why are you talking
like this to me?
What else should I say, Ichaya?
I chose this job because of my
commitment towards
this land and country!
It started from the Academy.
The stigma against
me, since I'm a Muslim.
I realized that
the even the ones
whom I considered
my best friends,
had this stigma within them.
My surname decided
my rankings and postings!
If I enter a room
in the Officer's club,
suddenly everyone stops talking.
You know why?
Because I'm a Muslim officer.
A probable traitor.
Is the situation so bad?
You don't know the bias that
people like me
have to experience.
An entire community
is stigmatized,
for the crimes that 1% of
this community commits.
Which Muslim born to good
parents has planted a bomb here,
or created riots here?
You sent me a book
during my student days.
APJ Abdul Kalam's
'Wings of Fire'.
It came with a note.
"I want you to be like him."
Do you remember?
I don't remember all that.
But I still want
you to be like him.
Hey!
I'm in the middle of a dream.
A world that you and I wish for!
I'm not asking you to help me.
I'm asking you to do your job!
They are bloody terrorists.
Rest, you can decide.
I was asked to
give this to David sir,
by Nasser Ahammed sir.
If things don't go
as expected, plan B!
Shoot them all!
Just imagine, dude! We were
playing with ex-Taliban guys!
I almost peed in fear, dude.
Fear? For you?
The name board in
front of your house
is still - Major Altaf
Hussain, right?
-That's correct! -Major Saab!
Thank you!
-Mallika. -Yes.
Give me your phone.
They've entered the forest.
The GPS tracker you gave me,
has been placed in their bag.
And Rs. 5 Crore too.
Please return that
money to me, boy.
I won't return that money!
Consider it as part of your
election fund expenditure.
I want to get settled
in life, with that money.
Okay. Your choice!
I just want you
to live a good life.
-Exactly! -Okay!
I can end both your
lives here, today,
along with them.
Akhtar...
But I'm giving you an
opportunity to
decide, right now.
Do you want to die...
...or raise him?
I...
I want to live.
I want to give a good
life, at least to him.
Sensible!
What is his name?
Azad.
Azad!
Isn't that the most beautiful
name on earth, Altaf?
Azad!
"The liberated!"
Now, tell me.
Where is Anwar?
Since you've decided to live,
you can start speaking, dear.
Look who's here!
I knew that you'd play a game!
But there's a problem, man!
Politics is not your
corporate game!
What you need here
is not money or power!
It is street-smartness.
For that, you have to
sleep on the streets.
You have to wish for the
stars in the sky, lying there.
You can't do that.
Otherwise, you wouldn't
have killed four people...
who could've been your
trump cards against me.
I will protect
her... like a sister.
We will raise her child...
And he won't be
sleeping on the streets,
but on a royal silk bed!
Sahib!
Do you know why
the members of our
party are always
dressed in white?
So that, when a
friend becomes a foe,
or a foe becomes a friend,
they cannot be distinguished!
I'm dressed in black!
You should distinguish
me from the others.
You should be with me.
You will have to!
You don't have a choice,
Gafoor Rawuther Sahib!
The elections are over.
As the celebrations fade away,
who all will gain what all?
Those questions still remain.
In the final picture,
it's a white Government,
ruled by black!
The next person
I want to meet...
...is that man,
all over again,
after so many years,
without being
surround by crowds,
or entourages,
alone, face to face.
He has a gift for me.
A gift that can
hook the two of us
in a trap for the
next five years.
The Chief Minister's post that
I denied to your father once...
You are taking it back!
I kinda like the
sweetness of that revenge.
As you climb up
the stairs to this post,
I have only one request to make.
You can play any dirty
game, sitting on this chair.
That's your choice.
Today, in this great
nation called India,
there is this secular fabric
that is exclusive to Kerala.
In the past ten years,
if I can claim that I've
achieved something,
it is only the fact that...
I didn't allow religious
fanaticism to rule us.
You should continue that.
Don't let this state go under
the mercy of these fanatic dogs.
I'm not saying this as an
old friend of your father,
but as your imminent adversary.
I can't promise you, Comrade.
But I'll try.
This is for you!
Get up, dear!
Come to me!
Don't act tough, darling!
I'm saying this
for your own good.
It's all in here.
The visuals are clear.
The voice... not so much.
That's alright.
I know that you have
enough and more
with you, to trap
Gafoor and group!
Still, you can have this.
An additional visual evidence.
One copy is with me.
Can't say who would
need it first, right?
Thanks!
Not for this.
Then?
For making the Home
department stand by me,
during this kidnapping
drama, discreetly.
For not betraying me.
Red Salute, Comrade!
Red Salute!