أول 200 سطر.
Son...
Don't play with that. Doctor uncle will get angry.
It's okay, Anitha.
He's just arranging it.
Here.
But...
how did he?
He's a prodigy.
Not that he understands the subjects or the book titles,
but he can spot the texture, colours and the size of the lettering
on those leather covers better than we do.
Didn't I tell you my sister, Smitha was an artist?
He is her second child.
Haran.
Sir, I came to call you.
Smitha's condition is stable.
Hemiparesis.
Left side is almost paralysed.
She was a police sketch artist.
She was married to a police officer.
ASI Prathap Sankar.
However, their married life was nothing like
the romance they had at the office.
For ten long years...
she endured his abuse
before filing for divorce.
She won the divorce.
But, lost the custody battle.
The court granted custody of their older daughter, Devika, to the mother,
while he was given custody of their three-year-old son.
In that shock she spent the next 5 odd years.
It was after that
she met Sudeep, a session singer from Bangalore and married him.
They had a child last July.
Neerja.
Our dearest Neeru mol.
Two months ago, one night, we received a call.
Prathap Sankar had lost consciousness and passed away.
Alcohol poisoning.
Smitha and the rest of us were all happy to have Haran
back after completing all the formalities.
But it wasn't what we expected.
Having lived seven years with him in those quarters.
He had developed an obsessive personality disorder.
That man never saw him as his own son.
But as a cadet, he could discipline, hit and train.
No matter what he did
or how well he did it,
that man was never satisfied.
During the first seven years of his life,
his young mind developed an obsession complex
by trying to please his father,
striving for a perfection that did not exist.
Obsessed with organisation.
Obsessed with perfection.
That’s what you witnessed in that room earlier, Anitha.
It's his way of coping with his mother's situation.
What about Mr. Sudeep? Did you tell him?
No.
I just told him that Sudeep is also in a serious condition,
just like Smitha, after the accident.
Uncle.
Devu..
Dear...
Don't cry.
Didn't I tell you about Mom's situation?
Wipe away those tears.
Where's Haran, uncle?
'IDENTITY'
Emy.
You've been in there for so long.
Does it not fit?
Just a minute, let me wear this dress.
Is she ever gonna get out?
-Uff! Let's go? -Yes.
We've been waiting forever.
-Isn't this nice? -Yes, it is.
-Is this okay? -I liked it.
You're happy, no? I'm very happy.
Thank you.
The car keys are in the trial room.
Do one thing, you go and collect the dress.
-I'll quickly go get the keys. -What happened?
Let's go collect it. She'll be back.
-Veena! -What's it?
-I found a phone inside the trial room. -Phone?
It was recording.
This is...
I'm scared.
-Don't be. -What happened, madam?
Are you Malayalis?
We got this phone from the trial room.
The camera was on.
Look!
Did anyone else use that trial room in the 10 minutes before you?
That guy has been hovering around for a while now.
-Really? -Yeah.
Catch him!
Stop there!
What's it?
What happened, Nakul bro?
You are in Udayampalayam and didn't even call?
We need to set up the work for the next payment, right?
Huh?
Didn’t I ask you not to call me about this, Amar?
Please! I am at work.
Bro.
You're not doing me some service.
The amount is being credited to your account as it should be.
And I've got those records on my phone.
So, how come you forget all that?
Amar, please.
Anyway, I've sent you a link.
It's an FB profile.
You need to find the address and location and text it to me.
Your cash has been credited.
Don't be nervous.
We've given a complaint.
They'll take care of the rest.
Listen...
Don't go tell this to Sandeep now.
Okay? I'm off.
Let's go.
By the time you reach the police station,
this 6-minute clip of you will be all over the internet.
Please...
Your wedding is just around the corner.
A one-time offer.
Three lakh rupees.
Then no one will see this video.
Come.
Do you have your ATM card with you?
Let’s withdraw everything from it first.
And the rest by 12 o’clock tomorrow.
Hello, sir.
I've nothing more to say.
I'm not doing this for the sake of virtue.
You first settle the cash we agreed upon.
Or I'll do whatever I damn well please with what I've got.
Oh, is that the stance you're taking?
I'll show you what I can do!
Hello Nakul.
There's a problem.
I need a place to stay for two days.
And an IP address to connect my system and stuff.
Nakul? Hello?
Hello! Nakul?
Who's there?
Who are you?
Sorry... please...
Please, please...
Please, please, please!
Plea... I'm begging you.
Please...
'IDENTITY'
That’s exactly what it is!
Sensation! The hype around that case.
We found a burned body on the Kerala-Tamil Nadu border near Sholayar.
By the time the case was filed and the investigation began,
we got a surprise call from the Tamil Nadu Police,
that a textile godown by the river there was destroyed by fire.
And they had evidence showing that
someone removed a burned body from inside
and dumped it into the river.
But the body was found in Kerala.
Don’t you feel a mystery build-up when you hear it?
The thing is, whoever this dead person is,
just because the murder happened in their circle,
they want to conduct the investigation.
So basically, they want us to hand over
the body and other items we recovered.
For the time being, let them run behind us.
I'll say 'evidence in transit' and submit.
And for a week or two,
keep the stuff with you.
We’ll hand it over gradually.
Okay, sir.
Is that so?
Latha, I've a visitor.
I'll call you later.
Allen Jacob.
From Bangalore Witness Cell.
What brings you here?
Sir, I’d like to talk to you privately.
Sure.
As for this witness...
is it someone who just saw bits and pieces of the incident?
No, sir. She has a photographic memory.
She remembers everything clearly.
But that's when this accident happened.
So you suspect foul play?
I have reason to.
A hit-and-run happening at that same time
and she didn’t even see the car.
It was a head injury.
And where is she now?
I need to find out who did this
and bring her before a magistrate
to record her statement.
It's best if she stays with me in the meantime.
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