- (crickets chirping) - (cicadas, insects buzzing)
(bike revving)
(bike idles, stand clanks)
(newspaper softly thuds on floor)
(birds cawing)
(revs bike)
(metal scraping against floor)
(metal scraping)
(music rises sharply)
Lord Jesus!
(grunts)
(bike accelerates)
(heavy plodding on rungs)
(disturbing music)
(cicadas pulsating buzz)
(latex milk dripping)
- (loud shrieking screech) - (sharp tool slashing)
(Joshy) Old loony hag!
Scared the daylights out of me!
(girl) ...27, 28, 29, 30,
31, 32, 33, 34, 35,
36, 37, 38, 39, 40.
Ready or not, here I come...
(girl) Hey, Jerome, I found you. Come on over.
(soft piano music)
(leaves rustling)
- (crickets chirping) - (birds cooing)
(metal clanks)
(children giggling)
(child 1) Run, come on, run!
(child 2) Wait, slow down. Wait for me!
(children giggling)
(wind whooshing)
(Sarah breathing heavily)
(voice trembling)
(babies crying)
(Sarah whimpering)
(screaming out loud)
- (loud shrill painful wail) - (babies continue crying)
(voices die down)
(horror movie playing on phone)
(loud knock on door)
Yes, Mama. I'm coming out now. Wait.
Yes.
(door slams, creaks open)
What's it, Mama?
The markers dried out.
Oh.
I'll figure something out.
Let me first finish with this.
Stay in your room, Sarah Mama.
Eh?
(door creaks shut, lock clicks)
(toilet flushes)
(door squeaks open)
Sit here, Mama.
Jobin said he will be restocking markers by evening.
We shall buy new ones then.
Did you hear me?
Please don't worry.
Sit, Mama.
I will get this fixed for you in a jiffy.
I guess this will do for today.
Hmm?
(Bibin chuckles softly)
I will get you new ones tomorrow.
- Bibin... - Yes?
What if I feel hungry?
I've cooked steamed plantains for you... steamed rice cakes too.
Shall I serve it for you now?
- (marker scrapes) - (ominous music)
Oh, sorry, brother.
Uh, I must have accidentally typed it wrong.
Yes. Uh...
Yes, I'll be there before 6 p.m.
Ah, okay.
Hmm.
Are you still on it?
I need to cross-check the details. It will take time.
Ah...
Who was on the phone?
It's the courier guy.
I'll have to go there and collect it.
Looks like I gave the wrong PIN code.
Okay... What's in it?
Markers for Sarah Mama.
(tsks in disappointment)
(impatiently) What will I do now?
(rocking chair squeaking)
(clock chiming)
(clock ticking, chiming continues)
(nocturnal insects chittering)
- Give me 4 permanent markers - Okay.
Bibin, I just ran out of markers.
- Oh, no. - I will get you some tomorrow.
- See... - Okay.
(motorbike approaching)
Sarah Mama...
Why are you sitting in the dark?
Come inside.
(light switch clicks on)
(chuckles softly)
Come.
Come inside with me!
(switch clicks)
- (plastic bag crinkling) - (objects thud)
Didn't you have anything today, Mama?
Eh?
You know what he did today?
Jubin forgot to bring markers.
But don't you worry. I'll set up some markers ready for you now.
You sit here for now, Mama. I'll be right back. Okay?
(switch clicks)
I've warned Jubin already
that I'll make a scene if I don't get markers by tomorrow. You see.
(music rises)
(thumps on table, cutlery clatters)
Mama...
(panicked gasps)
- (puffing angrily) - (door shuts)
(loud bellowing cry)
(slams shut)
(frenzied wailing continues)
(music grows frantic)
Do you have markers?
- Yes. - Permanent ones?
- Yes. - Okay.
(Sarah muttering feebly)
Sarah Mama...
(louder) Sarah Mama.
(Sarah mumbling indistinctly)
Sarah Mama.
(nervous exhales)
Thank you.
Welcome.
(door creaks, slams)
(metal ladder scrapes)
(paper rustling)
(solemn music)
(alarm goes off)
(shuts alarm)
What are you staring at, Mama?
- Hmm? - Nothing.
Shall I start preparing breakfast for you then?
I'll get some ripe plantains steamed for you with grated coconut.
Please make do with this for now.
I'll make something better for dinner. Okay?
(Sarah hums assent)
(door squeaks)
(Sarah breathing shakily)
(ruler clatters)
(Sarah crying softly)
(babies squealing, crying)
(Sarah crying)
(chair scraping)
(whimpering)
(thuds)
(babies crying echoes)
(roller lever clanks)
(typewriter keys clacking)
- (bell chiming) - (match sparks)
(doorbell rings)
Oh! Is that you, Sarah Mama?
Joshy...
I need some pork and beef.
Will you please help me buy?
(exclaims) What?
I need pork and beef.
You need as curry or fry?
I need it as meat, son, to cook.
One kilo each.
Here's the money.
See whether this would be sufficient.
Yeah!
(short grunts)
(tense music)
- (wind whooshing) - (leaves crackling)
(exhales shakily)
(calming music)
(door rattles)
(Bibin) Oh, my!
What in the world happened now?
You look so beautiful today.
- (Sarah chuckles) - Wow!
I couldn't quite recognise you.
(door thuds close)
Gosh! The entire house looks so different!
(giggles)
(plate clinking)
Dear me! Pork?
- Hmm. - What? You cooked?
(Sarah chuckles softly)
I'll go take a quick shower and come back, okay?
Gosh! I'll be back in a flash.
(Bibin giggling)
(clock ticking, chiming)
It's been eons since you cooked for me.
Yum... Super!
- Bibin. - Yes?
Haven't you felt that I'm totally deranged?
Eh?
(scoffs)
(snickers)
What are you saying, Sarah Mama?
Someone who can cook such delicious pork roast
and beef fry with coconut bits...
what could possibly be wrong with that person?
Sarah Mama is absolutely fine. You just don't get worked up.
Uh...
But then, I...
What about me scribbling all over the wall?
And howling my guts out?
Isn't that insanity?
My dear Sarah Mama...
It's your choice to do what you like, whether to write on walls
or to scream out loud whenever you feel like it.
What's wrong with it?
There's absolutely nothing wrong in doing things you want to do.
- Bibin... - Hmm?
You really do love Sarah Mama immensely.
Yeah.
However...
I haven't ever let you
do things that you really loved to do.
I never set you free beyond the boundaries I drew around you.
(deep reflective inhale)
I was wrong.
But all the wrongs I did were intentional!
(breathes out)
(sighs deeply)
I have schemed many more sins like this, Bibin.
(grave music)
The biggest crime I did was to you.
And that is the reason why
I am confessing this to you first.
(newborns whining)
Bibin...
(inaudible dialogue)
- (Bibin breathing shakily) - (chair crashing)
(grunts in anger)
(Sarah cackling menacingly)
(Sarah laughing louder)
- (Bibin gasping angrily, crying) - (Sarah's vicious laughter continues)
(Bibin sobbing)
(whimpering, puffing stormily)
(screaming in frustration)
(laughing hysterically)
(ominous violin music)
- (grunts) - (head thuds hard)
- (body thuds hard) - (straining groans)
(continues laughing)
(loud sinister laughing)
(glass shattering)
(laughter fades)
Here.
Is it paining, Mama?
(Sarah grunts softly)
I need a little help.
What can I do? Please tell me.
I need an advocate...
And then...
also the Circle Inspector of this area.
I want to see both of them...
in person.
Today itself.
Please.
Please, Doctor. Please.
Okay...
I'll do the needful.
Thank you. Thank you.
It's okay.
(Doctor giving instructions)
Dear....
(nurse) What is it, ma'am?
If you find Joshy or Job waiting outside,
please ask them to come and meet me.
I'll let them know. Right away
Thank you... thank you.
- (Doctor) Sir, please... - Okay.
- Advocate Rajan? - Yes...
Did you get to know what the matter is?
No idea.
But it was a very strange request,
asking for an advocate, the police.
But it was a strong one.
That's why I called Rajan sir in.
I had a fall.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have troubled you both
to come all the way here.
(straining)
Can you please give this to the magistrate?
(Rajan) Sure.
This one is for you, sir.
If you have any complaints, you may report it to me now.
I'll promptly take the necessary action.
I don't have any complaints.
These... these are some facts!
Okay. I'll go through this and do what's needed.
Please rest now.
Okay then...
What about her husband and children?
She is separated from her husband for a long time now.
She has a son.
But we couldn't get through to him over the phone.
- And you are? - I'm her neighbour, Joshy.
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(music rises)
Sir.
What's the issue, Nawas?
Won't you let me attend an event peacefully?
What law and order situation arose that demands my direct intervention?
Sir, you said you are coming here, so that's why I...
It's fine.
I've reached anyway. It's not a big deal.
- Sir. - What is this?
(hesitantly) Sir, this is...
Come on. Brief me.
Sir, Adv. Rajan Varkey from Kanjirappally court rang me up today,
and we went to meet a head nurse admitted at Amala Matha hospital.
Her name is Sarah Ouseph.
- (inaudible) - (music rises)
Do you think that advocate would have
given the letter to the magistrate by now?
He said he is taking it directly to his chamber.
Block him.
You need to stop that advocate immediately.
That letter should not reach the magistrate at any cost.
- Yes, sir. - Call him!
- Has the magistrate arrived? - Yes, he is in his chamber.
I'll meet him then.
In the meantime, you organise this.
Okay, sir.
Good morning, My Lord.
Oh, yes, Rajan. Come on in.
(sarcastically) What news, advocate?
Are you here to influence the judge in his chambers?
- (Rajan chuckles) - Eh?
Two requests for continuance.
One plea for bail...
That too for the first hearing.
I doubt any of these have grounds for any coaxing.
This is a message.
An elderly woman has something grave to convey to you urgently, sir.
I'm just a messenger here.
That's all, Your Honor.
Highly confidential, it seems.
- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?
Anil Das, Superintendent of Police, Kottayam.
- Please have a seat. - Thank you, sir.
Tell me. What's the matter?
What can this court do for you?
It is a strictly confidential matter, which is very important.
(chuckles) Today seems to be a very mysterious day...
full of confidential matters!
All right, Rajan.
I shall go through this and keep you posted.
Okay.
Thank you, My Lord.
You may speak now. What is it all about?
The letter Adv. Rajan just gave you is itself the problem.
CI Nawas was also given a similar letter by the same woman.
And if we are not wrong, both letters hold the same content: a confession.
A detrimental avowal that can have consequences beyond our imagination.
(suspenseful music rises)
(sighs deeply) Oh, Holy Mother!
Anil...
This is beyond anything.
Is it even possible to happen?
Sir, we rushed to you as we are completely appalled by this,
and we really don't know how to handle this matter.
Certainly. But we have no other options.
Nobody must know about this.
As far as we know, including you, only three of us know this now.
Let it be.
I'm worried about how we should deal with this.
If all that she stated is true...
then this is beyond anything the police or even the judiciary can handle.
Its societal repercussions would be colossal.
Sir, first we need to know whether this is true or not.
Let's roll out a basic investigation.
We shall try to get more information from Sarah or find out more about her.
And like she has claimed in this letter,
verify the evidence she has written on her walls.
We need to confirm these first.
You're right.
Let's authenticate those first.
We shall plan subsequent actions after verifying all that.
We shall update you on this.
And, sir, it would be better if Adv. Rajan stays out of this loop.
Hmm.
I'll see to it.
You guys proceed.
(both salute) Sir!
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
Hello, sir.
(Anil) Nawas, bad luck here.
Sarah is no more.
Sir, bad luck here also.
Whatever Sarah confessed is true.