Second Case of Seetharam (Second Case of ಸೀತಾರಾಮ್)

ATTENTION PUBLIC!

Due to the rise in serial murders in our rural areas, we request everyone to stay cautious.

Avoid travelling alone or taking rides from strangers.

For the safety of society, we request your cooperation.

In the wake of these murders, to enforce law and order and maintain internal security,

vehicle and public inspections are underway.

Doubts have now arisen among the public about whether

the police are even investigating to find the killer.

We'll have to wait and watch if the serial killer will be caught.

With cameraman Madhukumar, this is reporter Shridhar Shivamogga on News-O-Newsu.

I didn't expect this from you, Seetharam.

Your tough times have begun.

People are losing the trust they had in you.

I hope this case doesn't put a black mark on your career.

How many more lives must be lost before you act, sir?

- It's not that... - Enough, Sir.

If you can't even protect yourselves, how will you protect us?

- All in time... - Come on.

Look over there, all you do is walk around with files.

Take action too.

With such authorities around, how can we feel safe?

For the police, every case is like the night.

Behind every ray of light, darkness looms.

That darkness...

Will haunt the light.

And every time the darkness ends...

It waits for the start of a new chapter.

The first page of that chapter...

Was my own Akka's.

Appa, Akka is here.

Looks like she has good news.

Your sister is dead to me.

Tell me if you wish to go with her.

I'll conduct both your funerals together.

Won't you invite me in, Ramu?

Coincidentally...

Bhaava got transferred to our town.

A chance to see Akka.

Came to me in my life.

Sir, today is my son's birthday.

Please have a sweet.

Thank you, Rathnamma. This will do.

- Hope you're taking care of your health. - I am, Sir.

- Have your medicines on time. - I will.

Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything.

Jayanna, what's special on the menu today?

As if we're some five-star hotel to have daily specials.

The same old Anna-saaru .

Somebody attend this customer.

I'll leave now.

Rathnamma, didn't see you come by the station for work?

Wasn't keeping well, sir.

My health has deteriorated.

Shall I send a substitute?

It's okay. Come by once you're better.

Sir, Rathnamma passed away.

Oh no. When?

A couple of days ago.

You should have told me. Let's visit her.

- His age? - Forty-seven, Sir.

- Mobile number? - 94..87..

AANEGUDDE POLICE STATION, SHIVAMOGGA

Sir!

Go to the check post. - Sure, Sir.

What is it?

Sir?

Jayanna from the hotel is missing.

Did you check with friends and family?

We asked everyone we could think of.

Sir!

His phone was last active near Kottigere.

We'll keep tracing it.

Okay.

Has he ever left home without informing anyone for days?

He's never left without telling us, Sir.

Sir?

Please, do something and find him.

Don't worry. We'll look.

Hello?

Inform me once the body's shifted to the morgue.

Okay, Sir.

In all my years of service, I've done many post-mortems.

But for the first time in my life...

I felt fear about my job.

The body was brutally damaged, with injuries to vital organs.

Feet, thighs...

Hands, arms...

In total, 55 wound marks on the body.

To watch blood ooze out and enjoy it...

Or to enjoy the victim's struggle while dying...

Seems to be his motive.

You might have noticed...

Revenge murders don't look like this.

If the intent was only to kill, he could have stabbed a vital area and ended it.

But this was the opposite.

He tortured them before killing.

A nail was driven four inches into his chest, causing cardiac tamponade and death.

No ordinary man could have done this.

I believe the killer is mentally disturbed.

He suffers from 'Antisocial Personality' Disorder.

A complete psychopath.

Sir?

Sir!

They have found another body, Sir.

Seetharam, I don't think this will stop here.

Tighten security everywhere.

We should not lose another life.

Tell me how I can support you.

We need more officers, Sir.

Sure. I'll get them tomorrow.

In this case, we can't move ahead only with physical evidence.

Some crimes...

Have evidence beyond our reach.

The murderer's mind.

It decides.

The motive of the killer.

How do you know the victim, Ashoka?

He was a friend, Sir.

He was a cab driver in Bengaluru.

He came home about fifteen days ago.

He left for Bengaluru a week back.

The killer could be anyone among us.

Put surveillance on all roads leading to town.

Keep watch on every house in the jurisdiction.

Especially...

Keep an extra eye on newcomers.

For psychos, murder is an addiction.

He'll keep killing.

There have been two murders in a week already.

If he loses patience...

It could happen within a day too.

We must be alert round the clock.

He already knows.

We're expecting him.

He'll be on guard.

Usually, such killers leave a mark or... a signature.

But there's no such pattern here.

So we must assume...

He could look completely normal.

Hidden in plain sight.

Be careful.

Even if he's right before us...

We may not recognize him.

Namaste, Sir.

Sebastian. My name.

I had to lodge a complaint, Sir.

A boy's been troubling my daughter a lot.

Come to the station.

It's not that simple, Sir.

She's my only daughter, and she's of marriageable age.

If I go to a station and file a complaint…

It'll cause trouble, won't it?

Okay. Where's your house?

Neighbouring village. Ripponpete.

You could've complained there, right?

I've been at their station doors for two months.

Nobody gives a damn.

Someone told me about you.

You must help me, Sir.

How exactly is he troubling her?

Where do I start, Sir?

Every day, a new torture.

Anytime, day or night.

He comes home. Bangs on the door.

Keeps calling my daughter out.

I'm terrified, Sir.

Okay. How does he know her?

Is he her classmate?

- Or are they in love...? - Sir!

No, Sir.

The love a father has for his daughter.

Who else could possibly love her as much?

A beautiful family is a myth, Sir.

Appa. Amma.

Wife. Children. Family.

We dream of these things.

Sometimes our dreams turn into nightmares.

The heavier the memories…

The weaker the trust becomes.

In such times, you can't tell who's with you,

who's against you, who's lying, who's not.

Everything is a blur, Sir.

We tend to drown in the dreams of the past.

There are still dreams left to dream…

But they refuse to appear now.

Okay.

Bring me the boy's photo or his address.

- I'll handle it. - Okay, Sir.

I'll see you, Sir.

Tell me, Srinivas?

Oh. I'm taking the same road.

I'll come by. Wait for me.

- Namaskara. - Namaskara.

So.. How long have you known Jayanna?

I've known Jayanna for years, Sir.

The last time you saw him, did he seem in trouble?