Suzhal - The Vortex (2022) s02e04 Episode Script

1
Hey, everyone, line up!
Don't stand around!
Go, go, go!
Keep it moving!
That policeman who came to visit you,
what did he say?
I'll tell you.
Are you done? Shall we go?
Come, let's move.
Hey, get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
-Hey! Hey!
-Get over here!
-Hey, let me go.
-Hey, listen to me!
Do what I say!
Move aside!
Let her go!
What the hell is this?
-Don't butt in!
-Get out!
Hey, let go of me!
You moron!
You call yourself a woman?
Disgusting!
-You, come out!
-Leave my hand!
Hey! You're harassing a young girl!
Aren't you ashamed?
Do you eat food, or do you eat shit?
Mind your business, you murderous bitch!
-Hey, watch your mouth!
-Back off!
I'll whack you!
You rotten wretch!
Do you think tucking it in
makes you a woman?
Let go of me!
Let go of me!
You fucking idiot!
You walk in on a woman bathing?
You're the rotten one!
Yes, I am!
-Get over here!
-Back off!
You look like a chump.
I'll tear your face apart--
What's with the attitude, you idiot?
I'll just bite into that throat--
Get lost!
Biting, licking…
You perverted scumbag!
Naachi…
You really turned me on right now!
There won't be an inch of your body
my tongue won't touch!
Hey, you scumbags!
Just bathe and go about your business!
What's with the racket?
I'll rip you apart!
-Hear me well!
-Everyone, get out!
She is my new wife, and I am her groom!
-Hey, Brinda!
-Do what you can! Get lost!
-Leave!
-Thinks she's all that!
Let it go, sis.
I spent all of school
and college in hostels.
Free hostels, at that.
I've seen many such cases like these.
This is not just about sex.
They want the authority
that comes with sex.
Power.
SUZHAL-THE VORTEX
Illusions and deceptions…
Wounds many, the vortex reveals
Endless and relentless…
Wails many, the vortex rains
Won't life triumph?
Won't grief cease?
O vortex!
Swirling within
Shadows… dark shadows
Riddles within
Will you unravel, O God?
O vortex!
Swirling within
Shadows… dark shadows
Riddles within
Will you unravel, O God?
I can tell what mood you're in
just by the way you blink!
If you take five to ten seconds to blink,
it means you're upset.
If you take 10 to 15 seconds,
it means you're bored.
If you take 15 to 20 seconds,
it means you're feeling attractive.
So, tell me,
what mood am I in?
We caught only three of them, sir.
But we'll find the rest, too!
Forward the links to me and Moorthy
as and when they come in, Nazir.
Okay, sir.
I guess we have to understand these women
only through social media!
We haven't found family details
for any of them.
Their hometowns
are not where they live at the moment.
No two people hail from the same place.
Ulagu, Sandhanam, and Veera.
Only the three of them have boyfriends.
Innocent lads who knew nothing about them.
The others.
Muthu, Muppi, Naachi, and Senbagam.
They were fancied by guys
who eventually gave up.
What about that lawyer girl?
Gaandhari?
She likes women.
Why laugh at it?
Town, school, college, friends.
Not a damn thing in common!
-Holy shit!
-Sir!
Cell phone triangulation reports
for the girls on the night of the murder.
Sakkarai!
Veera's in Kulasai.
Muppi's in Kallidaikurichi.
Ulagu's in Kuthalam.
All three phones were off.
What about the rest of them?
Gaandhari, Sandhanam, Senbagam,
and Naachi.
The locator data
for all four of their phones
match their hometowns.
Dammit!
Another dead end!
Sir, going by the phone location,
doesn't that mean
they weren't at the scene?
Look at it this way.
Three of their phones were switched off.
The others left their phones at home.
What if they smartly left them behind,
knowing we'd track them?
On top of that, Muthu was at the spot,
but her phone's location placed her
in her hometown.
We found more social media posts, sir!
Come on, let's go watch those as well!
-Is this a ration shop or a toddy shop?
-Next!
Brother!
Hey! Where are you going?
If you come in,
I'll beat the hell out of you!
What? Get out!
Get lost!
You dare hit a woman?
Come outside!
Whack him, girl!
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Worried there isn't enough rain
for cultivation?
You're aware that it takes 5,000 liters
of water to harvest one kilogram of rice.
There is a way to reduce this.
Drip irrigation.
Using this mechanism, the crops
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for drip irrigation.
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Bye.
The ambulance is here!
Give way!
It's okay! Don't be scared!
Connect the tube!
This is awesome!
Isn't it?
Pretty cool, right?
While you're at it, give it a like
and hit the bell button!
It’s all a mess!
Here I am, asking you to find a link,
and instead, you’re fangirling now.
Sir, they are Chellappa sir's
junior associates.
They've worked with him for years.
I called them over.
Let's go.
Are you up to speed
on the details of Chellappa sir's cases,
both at the office and at his cottage?
The cottage was his private office.
Only he worked out of there.
We report to the office
at the district court every day.
What about his cases?
Specifically, those
that are progressing problematically?
We can't discuss private client cases.
The very first thing he taught us
was "lawyer-client confidentiality."
I'm not interested in private clients.
His public litigations.
Those are the ones that draw
the ire of individuals or entities.
Tell me about them.
He was handling a huge case for ten years.
Fearing the case would be dismissed
if it was made public,
he even kept it from us.
To this day.
Sir’s laptop might contain details
that even we may not know.
"Laptop"?
Wasn't his laptop at the cottage?
No, sir!
Chellappa sir's laptop
was definitely not at the cottage!
We scoured every inch of that place!
Up until two years ago,
everything was kept on paper records only.
Malathy ma'am gifted him a laptop.
After that, he went completely digital.
Fine, I'll check his house.
He has filed several litigation cases
and won, too, but
Prayamvatha ma'am
at Seafort Academy--
Alright, thanks.
I'll call if I need anything.
O Goddess of Samayapuram
O Goddess of Samayapuram
O Mother, come shower your compassion
Upon us, come shower your compassion
I have another face.
Bearing burning camphor
We come seeking your grace
At your feet, we wish to pour our sorrows
O Goddess of Samayapuram--
The one who gave India
its independence was a lawyer!
The one who drafted India’s constitution
was a lawyer!
India's first Prime Minister was a lawyer!
Following in the bold trail they blazed
comes my ambition
to legalize same-sex marriage.
Come, make your ambitions come true, too.
So?
My team and I are relegated
to just gathering information for you.
I'm just a postman, right?
You'll keep me in the dark
about your approach to this case, right?
Malathy ma'am may have told you
certain things about me.
Know this, Sakkarai.
You cannot see, be it in total darkness
or too much light.
The issues between me and Chellappa--
-Inspector Moorthy's land document.
-Okay.
The transaction slip from Prayamvatha's
personal account to Moorthy's account.
Okay, sir.
And the IDs
both of them submitted to the bank.
Okay, sir.
Chellappa sir…
Sir…
Please hear me out for a minute
before filing
a corruption case against me.
Please, sir!
One day, Prayamvatha ma'am invited me
to her school and showed me around.
"Why can't your son study here
and become an IPS officer?" she asked.
I told her I would like that
but was unsure if my son
could get a seat in such a place.
Suddenly, she offered to have him study
here for free so he could make it big
in exchange for a small favor.
She wanted you to buy the land
near the school as her proxy.
Yes, sir. She was unable to buy it herself
because of your affidavit.
With a trustworthy man like me on record,
she sought to expand the school.
I was in no position to refuse, sir.
Above all that, my son's future
was at stake! Sir!
I'm talking here,
and you're walking away silently.
Tell me what I should do, sir!
I'll re-register the land
to the previous owner.
I'll even transfer my son
out of the school.
I'll do what you say.
Moorthy,
I'm aware you're not making any money
out of this.
But the Seafort Group gave an Inspector,
that is, you,
that piece of land as a bribe.
It must be filed as such.
Only then will my case hold water
in court.
You're a great man, sir.
For you, your case matters.
Is it fair to scapegoat me
in this cold war
between you and Prayamvatha ma'am?
Sir!
I should have finished her ten years ago,
but I didn't.
A great opportunity has presented itself.
-I can't let it pass!
-Sir…
Why must my head roll
for the sake of your opportunity?
If some good is to happen in the town,
sacrifices must be offered.
Got it?
Get going, Moorthy.
Chellappa sir doesn't know the difference
between politicians who steal billions
and thieves who steal buns
for their hunger.
-No need, sir.
-It's okay. Have it, sir!
Fine, give me that crap!
That's why he has
such a remarkable reputation in court.
According to him,
whatever it is, a crime is a crime!
When Chellappa sir defends anyone,
even the judge
would be convinced of their innocence.
Listen!
I can't talk to her.
You do it!
Your son, sir?
Yes.
The best school!
Just wait!
He'll make it big!
Mr. Moorthy!
Madam will see you now.
Your son has blended well
in the school, Mr. Moorthy.
-A bright boy.
-Thank you, madam.
He's the Chief Investigation Officer
on Chellappa sir's case.
Mr. Chakravarthy.
High-profile case.
Such a young Sub-Inspector
is the lead investigator?
Do any of them seem familiar to you?
Any old students or alumni?
How can you even imagine
such girls would be Seafort students?
You've seen our students.
Okay, gentlemen, if there's nothing else,
I've got a busy day.
Chellappa sir had filed
a public litigation suit
against you and this school.
An unresolved grudge
that has lasted for over a decade.
Factoring in all that,
you have a clear motive.
Trying to spook me on baseless grounds
like Chellappa used to do?
It is not baseless.
The last call Chellappa got was from you.
So? That doesn't prove anything.
As our school was in Kallipattinam,
Chellappa's argument was that we give
local students 50% of the seats.
That is his moral stance.
But I wasn't doing anything illegal.
He couldn't accept that
and filed bogus suits against me.
I've filed a defamation case against him.
I called that day to tell him that.
So don't waste my time, please.
Okay.
Two meals!
Now…
As of this moment,
I'm glad you're the C.I.
I feel relieved knowing
I'm not leading this case.
That woman and her fancy English…
Damn!
Just hearing it shuts me up!
Then how do I question her?
If she said I had no brains,
I'd just say, "Yes, ma'am" and walk on!
I should have avoided saying "yes" to her
and should have enrolled my son
in a public school.
I made a mistake.
Why, sir?
It's a good school.
Very good standards.
What standards?
He hangs out with rich kids.
He is ashamed at the sight of his father
and blatantly ignores me!
Moorthy sir…
He's a kid. As he was preoccupied
with his friends,
he must not have noticed you.
Don't make it a big deal.
Please eat.
Never mind, Sakkarai.
At times, I wonder
for whom I'm doing this.
Hello?
Oh.
On my way, Malathy maa.
Alright.
Malathy maa called, sir.
I got to go.
Eat and go.
It's a bit urgent. I'll be back.
Thanks. I should've thanked you
this morning. I couldn't.
Nandini.
My name is Nandini.
You?
Muppi.
I spoke to the warden.
Get checked out at the hospital,
just to be safe.
No need for that.
This happens often.
Don't you want any medication for it?
No. I've met several doctors
and visited many hospitals for this.
Everyone says it's a
"psychogenic non-epileptic seizure."
It started ten years ago,
during the climax
of the film Agni Natchathiram.
Was it because of the thrilling climax
involving the father character?
Were you close to your father, Muppi?
No.
The lights turn off and on repeatedly
in the climax, right?
It messes with my wiring.
It causes fits.
So, if we replace that busted tube light,
the problem will be solved!
Yes. A more practical solution
than going to the doctor.
Instead of that, my hostel warden
forbade me from watching films.
W1, REMAND PRISONERS
-Who are you here to meet?
-Saroja.
Okay, go!
If it's just a basket, it'll end up
as a cheap garbage-collecting tool.
If it's glammed up a bit?
It's a quality product
worth twice as much!
Get it, Malar?
Were you in this business out there, too?
-Take this.
-Okay.
A bigger business.
I'm a businesswoman
who has seen success outside!
But now, I’m in jail!
Wherever I am,
I need to keep busy, right?
Excellent, sister.
What's up?
A small favor.
Using your influence, can you have
the tube light in our cell changed?
Done.
Also, I've been meaning to ask you…
I heard Brinda caused trouble
in the bathroom this morning.
Is the new girl okay?
She's fine.
These girls are really clear-headed.
Uma, show them the ropes!
Just one thing determines tasty cooking.
Proportion.
Be it salt, lentils, meat, or vegetables,
they must all be in balance.
Sister!
A minute, please.
Can you take over my chores for today?
Sure.
Why? Is something wrong?
No. I have something important to do.
Anytime that policeman tells you
something, you dive right in, don't you?
See you, sister.
A good detective crime story.
Great choice.
Wrong choice.
To leave such books in a prison library.
So the convicts can read them
to learn how to commit the perfect crime?
Clear out that side and this side.
Keep at it!
I can't keep hounding you.
I have a lot of work!
How many times do I tell you
not to go near the building, you moron?
Why aren't you getting that?
You'll only learn when the building
crumbles onto your head!
I keep telling you!
Come back this side!
What are you gawking at?
Nothing to see here!
Get back to work!
Every day, I have to deal
with these people…
This is my fate!
The next whack is for you.
Fine…
Who handles supply here?
We have someone for that.
I don't know her real name.
Everyone calls her "Supermarket."
Soap, combs, biriyani.
You name it, she's got it!
What would you like?
Rum.
I need a quarter of a bottle
to sleep properly.
Hello?
Don't think by doing it fast
you get to leave right away.
Another bundle will be waiting for you.
Go about it patiently.
A girl had a seizure in our cell
last night, right?
Muppi.
She's better now.
You have the most difficult job
around here.
-Can I--
-I don't need any help.
This might be new
for anyone who grew up at home.
I did many such chores
at school and college hostels!
Mom…
Remember what Dad said
when Aunty died?
"You can never tell what can happen
to anyone at any time.
That's why,
whenever we find faults with loved ones,
we must talk it out and put it to rest."
At the time, he and his younger sister
had problems.
They weren't on speaking terms.
Suddenly, she met with an accident
and died.
He felt really bad about it.
Why bring it up now?
Where's Dhamu?
Mom, you didn't ask Dhamu to come?
You offered to drive, didn't you?
Mom!
Would you call him only to drive?
He's part of this family as well!
Is Sundar always prone
to quick bursts of anger?
Sundar's anger is justified.
I should have called Dhamu.
I forgot.
Dhamu has performed at the festival
for fourteen years.
In just one more year,
in the fifteenth year,
he'd have been qualified
to play the Goddess.
That was his dream, too.
He has told me about it.
But…
when we were conducting
Chellappa's last rites yesterday,
Sundar was not in his senses.
Without a moment's hesitation, Dhamu
removed his amulet and did it himself.
His fourteen-year penance
was interrupted then.
He needs to start all over again.
Do you know what a big deal it would
have been had anyone else done it?
Anyone handling security at the festival,
come in.
Coastal Duty, Unit B, Marthandan speaking!
Tell me, sir. Over!
If anyone sees Chellappa sir's driver,
Dhamu, at the festival, let me know.
I saw Dhamu at the jetty
of Broken Bridge a little while ago.
Want me to check if he's still there?
Over.
You must embody other characters
and work your way up for sixteen years!
It's not just their disguises
that get washed away
but also their anger, jealousy, guilt…
What sin are you trying to
wash away, Dhamu?
Nothing. Was going to dress up
as the king after bathing.
Don't lie.
You removed your amulet.
You can't perform at the festival anymore.
Why did you remove the amulet?
Do you know this girl?
You don't?
Where were you on the night
Chellappa sir died?
Were you angry with him?
Did he ill-treat you?
Tell me, Dhamu.
Hey, Dhamu! Stop!
Dhamu, whatever it is,
you can be honest.
Tell me the truth!
We'll figure it out!
If you keep running,
you'll only raise suspicion!
Waterproof phone, is it?
-Hello? Sakkarai?
-Nandini?
Sakkarai?
There seems to be a link
between these women.
I don't know how useful
this information is.
It seems all eight of them were in hostels
during school and college.
Okay. I'll deal with it.
-Do you know Chellappa's driver, Dhamu?
-Yes, sir.
Send his photo to everyone
-handling security at the festival.
-Okay, sir.
Have the control room issue
an All Points Bulletin
-from all district stations.
-Okay, sir.
One way or another, we need to find Dhamu.
Okay, sir.
The date Muppi joined school?
She'd stay back even during holidays?
None of Gaandhari's relatives
visited her at school?
Her date of joining, ma'am?
What are you saying?
No local guardian either?
Just "Senbagavalli"?
No initial in the admission form?
Oh.
Admission date, ma'am?
How can that be, sir?
With no birth certificate, father's name,
or local guardian address,
how was Veera admitted into the hostel?
All of them were admitted to school
between September 1st and 10th.
Generally, don't kids start school
in June?
Yes, sir.
Only kindergartners and first graders
are exceptions sometimes.
All eight enrolled in the same year.
Enrolled in a school with a hostel
in the middle of the term.
None of the basic records required
for school admission are available, sir.
Around ten years ago.
They must have been around
12 to 15 years of age, right?
At that age,
you can't enroll yourself in school.
Tuition fees.
Who would have paid that?
I contacted the school management
and got information from three schools.
It was a trust that enrolled them
and paid their fees.
Uplight Society Foundation.
For the last twelve years,
the Uplight Society Foundation
has been a reputed presence
in our district's education sector
and has performed
significant acts of service.
This year, they wish to provide
books and financial aid
to students preparing for NEET exams.
To present the check to the D.I.G.,
I invite Ms. Prayamvatha, the trustee
of this foundation, onto the stage.
UPLIGHT SOCIETY FOUNDATION
A strong man. A driven man.
A principled man.
Despite all that, the great Chellappa
couldn't get anything on Prayamvatha!
What are we going to do, Sakkarai?
We have evidence that the girls' education
was paid for by this woman's trust.
That will suffice, sir.
Prayamvatha ma'am!
You claimed you didn't recognize
those eight women in the photo
and arrogantly dismissed us.
Here is evidence that your foundation
paid for their entire education.
With this, I can prove you
and those girls are connected--
Your name is Sakkarai, right?
What's your theory?
That I funded the education
and livelihoods of those girls
so they could pounce on Chellappa
like rabid dogs?
That I let them loose
so they could shoot and kill him?
I haven't fully figured out what you did.
But I won't stop until I do.
I'm not saying this as a cop.
The deceased Chellappa
was like a father to me.
Not just for you!
The whole town reveres him--
Is he worthy of such an honor?
If he's such a good man, why would
eight women confess to killing him?
Answer me, Sakkarai!
Ten years.
It's been ten years.
I'll never forget that day.
I know how that boy died in your school.
He leaped over the night campus fence
and drank illicit liquor,
which poisoned him.
That's what happened.
The forensic report makes it clear.
His parents have been told the truth.
We've tightened hostel security
to ensure kids don't sneak out.
Case closed.
Oh?
Prayamvatha,
this is the original autopsy report.
It was written before you paid
to have a fake one generated.
The real thing!
It's all clear here.
The snacks the boy consumed
at this school that evening
caused food poisoning.
The rest of the kids were spared,
as they were at a sporting event that day.
The school has been functioning
for just two years, Prayamvatha.
You're still figuring out how to run it.
As a woman on her own,
you have come this far.
If you were to be imprisoned?
This school represents
all your dreams and ambitions, doesn't it?
-I don't wish for you to lose--
-Tell me what you want!
Money?
How much to make those reports go away?
You're not the first man to blackmail me.
What's the deal?
You're sharp.
Immediately ready to negotiate.
Fine.
Come with me.
What have you done?
Who are they--
That doesn't concern you.
These girls shouldn't be here anymore.
They need to disappear.
"Disappear"?
You want me to kill them?
No.
I need to be able to see them at any time.
Without anyone's knowledge.
Are you even human?
They are just kids.
I can't do this.
My conscience won’t let me.
Hey!
Do you want your conscience
or your school?
You decide.
Just one condition.
If you want
your precious school to thrive,
these girls must be separated
and hidden away.
No one must find them.
More importantly,
In no way, shape, or form must these girls
be connected to me.
Deal?
Since then, Chellappa has filed
case after case against me and the school.
It was his way of keeping me spooked
so that I wouldn't tell anyone
about the girls.
You've never told anyone about this?
Why should I trust you?
I'm aware.
Aware of how Chellappa manipulates
everyone.
If I spoke up, I'd be accused of
tarnishing an honest lawyer's good name.
I don't have evidence
of what happened that day.
Knowing he's dead is what gave me
the courage to tell you this.
Are you ready to go on record with this?
Now that I have broken the shackles,
I feel much braver.
I'm ready to testify
at any police station or court.
Just one thing.
When you showed me the pictures
of those girls today,
I felt a little joy.
I enrolled them at different
boarding schools in different towns.
They seem like very confident women now.
Knowingly or not,
I've done something good.
Sakkarai,
if those girls banded together
and killed their demon…
Killed Chellappa.
Is that wrong?
If those girls banded together
and killed their demon…
Killed Chellappa.
Is that wrong?
Be careful!
THE DEMON'S REVEAL
I am suspended in the sands of time
With no rhyme or rules of time
With no way to scream my woes
With no way to listen to reason
I was lost
Vortex!