Oththa Seruppu Size 7 (ஒத்த செருப்பு அளவு -7)

-Dhanaselvam. -Sir?

Did you seize any weapons or assets from him?

No weapons, sir. We've taken only his phone, ID and a wallet.

Is there any link between the victim Thambidurai and...

Oh! Is that him?

-Any past enmity with the victim? -Nothing as per our investigation.

Since the victim is a big shot, there's a lot of pressure.

I know! I've doubled my blood pressure pills.

Sir, Deputy Commissioner is coming. Over!

-David, didn't you go to a hospital? -Tomorrow, sir.

Take rest. I'll call you if needed.

Has he said anything yet?

Being an auspicious day, he says he's observing silence.

That's rich. Commits a murder and then acts pious!

-You're going along with this? -He wanted the whole night, sir.

They've given him just an hour.

Ten minutes to go, sir.

-When did you pick him? -Around 3:30 p.m., sir.

He came to fetch his son from the school.

-Who? Is that the boy sitting outside? -Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

-Has he eaten yet? -Rosie must've given him something.

Saami, when will you go on your pilgrimage?

Right after we crack this case.

We've got a mail from the Human Rights Commission.

-What is it? -Nothing.

They've asked us to conduct a humane investigation...

Oh! He's such a big shot, eh?

-Hey! Masilamani! -Hmm?

You don't have to talk.

Don't waste time and just write down how you committed the murder.

Give him a paper.

Here.

Use this to write.

-Thilaka, I'm at work. Tell me. -Got a minute?

-Is our daughter back from her tuition? -Yes.

Will you be home for dinner?

I might be a bit late. Could you send some with the driver?

-How many people? -For 3-4 people.

-Vegetarian for Saami. -Sure thing. I'll send it.

I didn't know what else to do.

It's with a heavy heart that I...

Is the paper flying?

-Saami, reduce the fan speed. -Okay, sir.

Hey, time to end your vow. Get up and sit in the chair.

Let me just sign it.

What took you so long to sign it?

"With Lord Perumal's grace...

I, Masilamani, rail from Melur near Madurai."

-Sir, it's hail. -You've spelt it as "rail"!

"I've been working as a security guard at BCC Club for 2.5 years.

I'm very poor. I have no one, but my wife and Mahesh.

My wife worked as a housekeeper at the same club.

Mahesh loves kites. I love Mahesh."

God!

"With Lord Perumal's grace..."

Why drag Lord Perumal into every page?

"I know my writing style will annoy you.

But this is the way I express myself. I didn't kill Thambidurai."

Do killers confess readily? They all just want to irritate us.

Continue reading.

"So being an innocent,

I solemnly seek your forgiveness

from the bottom of my heart and request you to release me.

Gratefully, Masilamani."

Sir, people like him must be interrogated in our usual style!

Venkatesh, he says it's not him. Why torture him unnecessarily?

Sit down, Masilamani.

-So, Venkatesh... -Sir?

Can we check for other probable suspects?

-Why, sir? I don't get it. -Ask for some coffee. You'll get it.

-Masilamani, what would you like? -Got it now, sir.

I don't want anything.

-Tea or coffee? -I'm on a fast today.

Isn't your fasting time over?

-Mani? -You ended my vow of silence.

Today... on every 11th lunar day...

not a drop of water touches my tongue.

What is the prayer about?

The boy you saw outside...

my son, Mahesh.

He doesn't have much time left.

That's why...

I'm praying for that.

I...

-Sir, I'd asked for medicines... -They're getting it all.

-The kite? -They're getting that too.

-Venkatesh? -Sir?

-You were saying something? -I also think you're right.

The CCTV camera at the crime scene was turned the other way.

From the footage, we only see him entering and leaving

and there is no strong evidence to prove his guilt.

-Is the camera on? -Yes, sir.

Sir, coffee.

Masilamani,

how did you get the wound on your forehead?

-That is... -There was...

Ten days ago, he had a row with a rickshaw driver at Besant Nagar.

He bashed up his head. I think a complaint has also been filed.

See. You find stitches like these on slippers!

This is the plight of the poor!

- Sir? -Oh! Oh!

Don't worry about it. They'll clean it.

Wait, wait.

Careful!

Give him a few more sheets.

Masilamani?

Please write your entire statement again.

Write it down.

Saami, he'll get busted now.

Sit in the chair and write.

What are you doing there?

What is this?

What the heck is this?

I asked you to rewrite it, and you are giving me a carbon copy?

Why did you write with a carbon copy?

There was a carbon paper in the file you gave me.

Thought I'd make a copy, in case coffee gets spilled on it.

Or else you'd ask me to rewrite it.

To check if I wrote the same thing.

Neither you nor can I rewrite the same content.

Not only that, when you present me at the court,

it's good to have a copy of my statement, right?

-Hey! Are you acting smart? -Venkatesh.

-He needs to be hanged upside down. -Patience, patience.

-He's shouting, sir. -I asked you to shut up!

I'm scared, sir.

-Look, I'll bash you now. -Venkat!

Please tell him.

-Calm down, Venkat. -He just won't shut up!

Did you see how calmly he's dealing with us?

You're very clever man!

Within two hours of your arrest, you had the Human Rights send us a letter.

For your trial in court,

you make a copy of your statement!

So you always plan everything well, right?

Including this murder.

I didn't plan to go to the Human Rights, sir.

I wouldn't be able to withstand the police torture.

-Is this the one? -Yes.

I worked with Lawyer Vedachalam for two years.

I told him that the cops are taking me. He suggested... what's the name?

Ah, yes! Human Rights. He got them to mail you.

-I'm not as smart as you think, sir. -Yeah, I can see that.

An inspector, one SI and two constables are enough to handle this case.

But the DC is interested now, so you can imagine the seriousness.

Don't test my patience. I'll tear you to pieces!

-Tell the truth! Now! -Venkat, hold on.

We shouldn't treat anyone as a criminal until proven guilty.

-No, sir, he... -Is that right, Masilamani?

That's why I don't look into his eyes. He's terrifying!

-You are soft-hearted though. -I may talk softly,

but my treatment would be very rough. You can't tolerate that.

I could let you go right now...

frame you in another case and bump you off in an "encounter".

Do you want to risk it?

This jerk doesn't deserve so much respect.

Human Rights, my foot!

-Just permit me to... -Venkat!

My sympathies aren't for him. It's for his son sitting outside.

I am being patient for the boy's sake.

Hey, Masilamani, sit down!

Sit down!

We need the smoke for the mosquitoes, not the entire town!

Look.

We're not here to listen to your stories.

We'll change our interrogation methods until we get what we want.

So, it's in your interest to cooperate. Got it?

-Rosie, can you give me that kite? -It's yours. Wait.

-Rosie! -Coming, sir.

-Got all the medicines? -Yes, sir.

This syrup was available only in a particular pharmacy.

-OK. Keep it there and shut the door. -Yes, sir.

Masi, it's quite breezy. Shall I let it go?

It's perfect for flying. Shall I let it go?

Masilamani... Masilamani!

Sir?

Recognize this?

How could I not?

I buy it twice a month for Mahesh.

Because this is very sweet...

he gulps it down.

Try giving him the pills and he'll spit it right out.

-Giving him the pills is quite a task! -What's he diagnosed with?

"Duchenne muscular dystrophy" it seems!

I've said it so many times that now I've mastered the pronunciation.

-Does that mean it is... -It means...

all his organs will slowly cease to function and...

He lost his legs first.

Now, he's lost his eyes too.

Then the tissues around his lungs will stop functioning and...

he'll find it hard to breathe and...

He's got only five to six years left.

Oh! How long has he had this?

Since he was in the womb.

So you buy this syrup twice a month?

Dhanaselvam?

-Give me the forensic report. -Just a minute, sir.

Here.

The prescription, a pharmacy bill from your area.