Abraham And Lincoln

Divakar, it's me. Shankar Nath is quite smart.

You haven't met him. How do you know that he is smart?

I could guess that although I haven't met him.

I never expected there'd be mobile phone coverage in this remote area.

That's all his doing.

Of course, he had to.

After all, gold merchants like us keep visiting him.

So, he'll have to take care of such basic necessities.

Talking about facilities, is it only the mobile phone coverage or..

Shankar told me that he'd arranged everything we'd need.

I hope he has. Or else, I will go back.

We could buy gold from someone else with ease.

Right. - What's the name of his factory?

Sonarkella.

Who is he? Is he a pilot?

I didn't get you. - You fools!

We're gold merchants who carry cash with us.

Is he trying to rob us knowing that fact?

Maybe, the real dacoits are following him to loot us.

Whatever it may be, it's risky to stand here for long.

Sonarkella is only ten kilometres away.

Sonarkella, my foot!

Couldn't he have started this factory somewhere in the city?

Good morning to all. I'm Shankar Nath.

Thank you for coming to Sonarkella.

Some of you know me.

I was an accountant with one of the renowned wholesalers of gold

in South India, Rawther and Sons.

I quit my job there and started this jewellery manufacturing unit

for two reasons.

Reason number one is, I didn't want to remain an accountant

in Rawther and Sons all my life.

Reason number two is

Mr. Rawther's reluctance to update his business with the newer trends.

I called for this meeting to request all of you

to co-operate with me in my new venture.

What can I do for you? - We're true businessmen.

All we're concerned about is our profits.

We hold no grudges against Rawther. During these years of business

he has never cheated us.

How do you propose to better what Rawther delivers us?

I will give you pure gold. - Rawther can give it too.

No, what he gives you in the name of 916 gold

is actually gold from Kasaragod.

Apparently, every wholesaler dealer delivers the gold from Kasaragod.

But I'm different. I will give you pure gold, the original P.R. Gold.

P.R. Gold from P.R. Exports.

You know there is no gold purer than that in India.

But this is not the real problem for retailers like us.

We are troubled with the sales tax check posts, mobile squads

and highway robbery. It is a huge risk to take the gold jewellery

from your factory to our retail units.

What if I take that risk?

I'll deliver the finished jewellery to each one of you at your shops.

But how?

He will bring it to you.

He is the best motorcycle stuntman in India.

He amazes the defence team with his speed and focus.

Johnson.. Johnson Dominic.

I'll have him deliver the jewellery to you.

The police and sales tax department will think that it's bike racing.

Great! This place is well lit. Show me the sample of your jewellery.

On this table?

No! Those latest ornaments manufactured with pure gold

wouldn't look good if they lie on this dirty conference table.

It should be in a place where it deserves to be.

Usman. - Yes?

Yes, Rahim Rawther here.

Tell me.

Hello. Okay, tell me.

Yes. Okay, I'll be there.

Hey.

Come on, guys. We'll go for real hunting. Come on, quick! Fast!

Damn! Go fast!

Take that route.

'Preserve wetlands.'

Shucks!

Yahoo!

'After a few days..'

'ABRAHAM AND LINCOLN'

It's not that I can't behead you

but you are a lowlife who doesn't deserve to be killed by Abraham!

Hey! - Do you hear me?

'He is Abraham.'

Useless fellows!

You're such morons and mongrels!

Who dares to steal Rawther's gold?

S-Sir, I think Shankar Nath sent him.

No way! I've already taken care of his gang.

He will need some time to set up new carriers.

Stop the music, you idiot!

I suspect that the Mumbai lobby is involved in this.

I'll tell you what. Try to trace him.

Sir, shall we try one more time?

I'm Abraham. Sergeant Abraham Dominic.

Sergeant! So, you're an army man?

I was one, but I resigned.

A pension of Rs. 3,500 and 4 bottles of rum a month.

I'm happy with it.

I've planned to serve Sonarkella for the next few years.

Only if you allow me to do so.

Even if you don't, you can expect these kinds of services from me.

Free of cost.

You need not give me any information.

I'll collect what's required.

Helping you reap some profit

is my duty and responsibility, which I will do for sure.

Helping us out in this bad time is something that we can't forget.

But I can't help asking you this.

Who are you and what is your purpose?

To be honest, I came here because you invited me.

Your carrier boy who was killed.

I mean, Johnson, the bike racer.

I'm his elder brother.

In that incident, you lost a large quantity of gold.

And so, you sent me a legal notice asking for compensation.

To lay it on the line, the ideal way to respond to that legal notice

was to beat you to a pulp.

We're gentlemen. So I resisted the temptation to do so.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Abraham.

My lawyer sent it in connection with the ongoing case.

That notice is of no actual importance.

When the camp officer called me and handed over this legal notice

I was totally shocked.

My only hope was my younger brother. He's gone.

The notice mentioned I'd be jailed if I didn't compensate

for my brother's theft.

That's the usual format of a legal notice.

You took it seriously because you're not used to it.

I joined the army at the age of 16 after passing the tenth grade.

So how will I know about these legal formalities?

Please ignore the notice, Mr. Abraham.

You've given us much more gold than what Johnny had lost.

If we do the math, I'd owe you money.

Please don't. My brother's soul doesn't need your sympathy.

His soul will rest in peace once the people who'd murdered him

the Rawther group, are finished.

I'll destroy them.

A one man army doesn't always win.

So I'm looking forward to your co-operation.

I don't want any of the gold from what we seize.

Let us work together.

No. I will make my move alone, and you will follow me.

"Abraham.."

Abraham. The character introduction itself was dramatic!

It had action, good lines and sentiments. A good blend.

But I smell something fishy. - Yes.

He is too aggressive. Let us not trust him so early.

Who trusts him anyway? I haven't even trusted you yet.

We'll pretend to trust him. That's all.

Mr. Balu, this is not fair. Why don't you fancy us?

For the past three years

my friends and I have been going to Europe.

Europe is beautiful. Germany, Italy, France and Luxembourg.

Each place is better than the other.

That doesn't mean we'll go to Europe every year.

We'll die of boredom. So this year, we are going to Cuba.

But it's very difficult to get a Cuban visa.

But Balu has already decided, girls.

It will be a shame if I fail now.

So I have no option but to get the visa. Cuba!

Check what it is. - It's a picture message.

I suspect that it's porn.

What is it? - Stop the bike.

Let me see. - My suspicions were spot on.

Porn it is! - Let me see.

Ramu, isn't this Viji, your sister?

No!

No!

Thank God! I told you earlier, the video was fake. A morphed one.

Has anyone been trying to woo you?

Just tell me the name of the guy you suspect. I'll deal with him.

I know who did this, but I won't say it to you.

Mom and Dad, did you hear what she just said? Tell me his name.

If I tell you, you'll confront him and he'll just kill you.

He is capable of doing anything. He has money, contacts

and an evil mind to do anything and everything.

He tries blackmailing people by showing the pictures.

When it doesn't work out, he spreads the photos via messages.

You son of a bitch! Why are you scaring us?

Working out here is of no use.

A man barged into Mr. Balu's shop.

Who? - He doesn't look delicate like us.

He's well built and as strong as an ox.

Did he break anything there? - Of course, he did!

Mr. Balu is not a coward.

I'd taught him a few tricks

of our traditional martial arts.

If he uses them, his opponent will bite the dust.

That wasn't the case, boss.

Mr. Balu came out running, abusing the fellow.

Then? - What else?

He lifted Balu in the air and crushed him like paper.

P-Please don't shoot me! I will die.

They beat my handsome son to a pulp.

You call yourself goons. You're absolutely of no use.

We did not ask your son to get beaten up. - Shut your mouth!

Son.

My dear son.. - The police SP and the MLA are here.

So, you've finally shown up.