Theerppu (തീർപ്പ്...)

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Hail Lord Ganesha!

A ritual once confined only to Maharashtra and Bengal;

...now they've brought it here too.

Total crap!

The colour of our English channel...

...and the colour of this goddamn sea here. Terrible!

Drainage, waste, trash and what not! Shucks!

And if they murder someone, those corpses too..!

Even 'God' gets dumped in this sea now.

It's a real tragedy, you know!

The eco-system is totally gone!

-Hey Pawan! -Yes, sir!

Clear everything. Not one speck of trash should remain there.

He's calling it trash, bloody dog!!

Did you hear me?

Forgive me, Lord Ganesha!

I heard you!

"I heard you, sir!"

"Heard you, sir!"

A sea that brings everything from there over here.

Who's coming for dinner?

Who's coming for dinner?

Oh!

Parameshwaran Potty.

My old school friend.

You postponed our return trip by three days,

saying that you have a most important business meeting,

for this silly get-together?

That too, during this Covid pandemic?

It's not a silly get-together, Mythili..!!

It's a serious business meeting!

He's struggling now with plenty of debts and losses.

I have to help him out.

We shouldn't forget our roots...

and our old friends too.

That's not an essential Ramkumar line.

"Help", "Our roots"...

Without some kind of prize money or trophy,

you don't take so much effort usually.

My husband, Mr. Ramkumar Nair.

Now, listen...

Just play the host well, and do your damn business.

Got it?

There must be someone else with him.

Huh?

Who is it?

Sir!

What is it?

Sir, can I ask you something?

Tell me.

You know...

My leader,

the most respected Mr. Lakshman Kothadia,

is coming to this city today.

So?

If you give me permission,

I can go there.

Get lost! We have guests coming today.

Go and do your work.

-Go! --Okay, sir.

Bloody Pawanaputra Bhede!

His name sounds like some king who fought and lost against the British.

He's named after our God.

Otherwise, I'd have gone for his throat.

Hey Pawan!

Bring me a cup of tea!

Yes, sir!

♪ This night, ♪

♪ This very night! ♪

♪ The moon was shattered, ♪

♪ And moonlight, erased, ♪

Namaste, countrymen!

I am Arnab Goswami,

and you are watching, "The Nation wants to know!"

My dear countrymen,

after eight days,

I have come out of the prison.

Hey! Can you reduce the volume of the TV?

What, sir?

Can you reduce the volume of the TV?

They won't listen to me, sir.

They are North Indians. They are our only customers during this Covid period.

They don't need music or dance now.

They just want to watch that fellow!

Then... ask them to shout less!

If the cops come hearing this noise, all of us will be thrown out.

You know, right?

Social distancing!

What social distancing, sir?

These guys have a convention today,

at our boat house grounds.

They have come for that.

Please adjust, sir.

I can bring the drinks to your room upstairs, sir.

It's alright.

Get me the bill.

And pack a pint bottle too.

Sir, you'll be checking out tomorrow, right?

Yes.

♪ This night, ♪

♪ This very night! ♪

♪ Where History once slept and rose in peace.., ♪

♪ Recent wrongs have castled up ♪

♪ Old wounds fester here, now, ♪

♪ By the salty waves of the sea of sin... ♪

♪ On this night.., ♪

♪ This… very night! ♪

♪ If happenstance… joins hands with destiny.., here, ♪

♪ It’s Apocalypse…! ♪

♪ That blood-stained finale, ♪

♪ it’d be unimaginable! ♪

♪ Such… is the swelling surge of the past.., ♪

♪ The battle song of Karma! ♪

♪ The end of story? ♪

♪ Beyond belief….!!! ♪

♪ Beyond belief….!!! ♪

♪ This Night, ♪

♪ This very night! ♪

♪ The moon was shattered, ♪

♪ And moonlight, erased, ♪

♪ On this very night…! ♪

I'll try asking here.

Brother, where can I buy a lamp as a gift?

Go straight and then take a right turn.

Straight and then right?

-Yes. -Thank you.

Hey Potty!

Your Holiness!

Hey! Wear this mask!

Abdullah Marakkar!

Hey specso!

You little devil!

You and your mask!

A much more deadly virus is right in front of you!

I saw a beautiful hand.

Must be your better half, right?

Hello!

-What's your name? -Her name is...

Prabha.

He is an old friend of mine.

Abdullah.

What?

Old friend of yours?

Are there 'old' and 'new' among friends?

Where are you going, searching for a lamp?

I'm going for a colleague's house-warming function.

That's why...

-Where are you based now? -Thiruvananthapuram.

I came here to attend this function.

Thiruvananthapuram?

If you have to fill petrol and drive all the way till here from Thiruvananthapuram,

your colleague must be no ordinary guy!

Well, he is a close friend.

Apart from me, you have only one friend here, right?

That bugger!

That bloody son of a gun, Ramkumar.

But he has been in England for the past 18 years.

This is another friend.

I told you, right? My colleague.

How's your mother now?

Mother!

So, you remember....

right?

She died.... a week back.

Didn't you go to your hometown?

To the place where your ancestral house stood?

What hometown!

It's all gone!

Wiped out!

When I got out of the mental asylum,

the first thing they told me was...

... not to go back to old places.

Nostaliga is not meant for lunatics, apparently.

Mental asylum?

But...

Abdu hasn't forgotten old wounds, by the way.

I became a lunatic because of that wound, right?

He's not here, right?

Who?

Ramkumar Nair.

Do you have his number?

No.

He had forgotten us long back itself, right?

It's been around 12 years since I spoke to him.

Even if you have his number,

I know that you won't give it to me.

But you should inform him...

that my mother who trusted, fed and took care of him and his father, is no more now.

Come, let's go!

Oops!

Hey Missus!

I am not a troublemaker.

You can buy the lamp and go at your own pace.

I'm leaving.

I was just...

Brahmand Solutions.

That's an awesome name.

Is that your number?

No, no.