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Stop moving, rascal! Stop moving!
Hari, where's the coconut oil?
-There's some left in the bottle. -No, I'm just playing PUBG.
-We have some palm oil, right? -I need it for my hair.
I'm your dad, rascal! I need first aid!
Two more to go!
Cool, cool. Follow me. Be quiet.
Follow me. I need cover fire.
Nice! Nice!
I'll handle him.
Come on.
Behind me, behind me. Nice.
Nice, nice, nice!
That's a bot.
He's writing again.
What's wrong with you?
I see you writing 24-7.
Have you seen the lighter?
What are you writing?
It's a short story. An awesome short story.
Yeah, I have heard that before.
-Leave me alone. -Can't you write something good?
Ridiculous!
That's a nice song.
Bullshit.
Hey, you have seen the lighter?
I'm asking the wrong guy.
-Don't burn the food, alright? -I won't. Mind your own business.
Hey!
-The lighter? -It's in the bathroom.
-In our room? -Yeah, in my room.
Why did you keep it in your room?
Everyone needs it, right?
We should buy a couple of extra lighters.
I never find the damn thing when I need it.
I have to walk for a kilometer every day to smoke a cigarette.
Bloody hell.
It's not in here!
What the hell--
Where did you find it?
Would you like to hear my story?
-I need to use the toilet. -Please.
I just need five minutes.
-I need to go! Move! -Please!
-Let me take a dump -Please, it's a great story.
Not now!
-You can go after I finish my story! -No way.
Stand outside the bathroom and narrate it.
-Please hear it, man! -Yeah, I'm listening.
-Please hear it… -Go away!
-May I narrate it from out here? -Yeah, whatever.
Hari!
I saw a guy on the coconut tree next to our bathroom when I was bathing.
Did he see your junk?
He would've fainted if he saw it.
Really? Why haven't you fainted?
Is this a Bromin's popadam?
No, it's a lower caste popadam.
Thug life, man.
What's that smell?
I think it's the sewer.
-Are you not going to eat? -No, I'm not hungry.
Why would you be? You're busy playing games on your phone.
-What's the time? -You have all the time in the world.
Keep playing till your phone dies.
Hey, that's my plate.
He really is useless.
The rice is undercooked.
Get some good quality rice the next time you go home.
Otherwise, this is what you get.
Hey, that's enough.
I haven't taken much.
-You know I am on a diet, right? -Is that the reason you drink so much?
-Two popadams. -That's mine!
You should just eat one.
Has Himal called?
-Has Himal called? -No, he hasn't!
-Why are you yelling? -You took my popadam!
Stop acting like a child.
Can't you give up a popadam for a friend?
No, I can't!
"Can't you give up a popadam?"
Hey, Ajith!
Ajith!
Why the hell are you playing this song? Are we celebrating a festival?
Hey, Ajith!
What the hell…
What was wrong with the song?!
Have you watched this Serbian film?
Yes.
Why haven't you deleted it if you're done?
You wanted to watch good films, right?
-That's-- -This is a good movie?
Yeah, it's a must-watch movie.
Really? Violence and pedophilia are "must-watch" for you?
What's the name of the movie?
Bro, it's not for you.
I'm not gonna show you a movie
so that you can rip it off.
And you'll be caught if you try to do that.
What?
Have I ever ripped off a movie?
Have you heard any of my stories?
Stop lying!
Alright, you write original stories.
But why isn't anyone willing to produce your stories?
You had another meeting yesterday, right?
Yes, what happened?
Well, the same dialogue.
"We've already locked our next four scripts."
Well, that's new.
You should try and get a job, man.
-His family deserves a lot of respect! -Yeah.
They've been tolerating his nonsense for a long time.
Hey, don't talk about my family!
I am a scriptwriter.
My script is gonna be a movie someday.
No one's gonna give me a movie on a platter.
-My father isn't Mohanlal or Mammootty. -And how did they get their first movies?
Stop making excuses.
You should try getting a part-time job.
Forget about paying the rent and other expenses.
At least you won't have to beg for cigarettes.
Bloody freeloader.
We are not saying that you have no talent.
-But one needs to move on! -Exactly.
There's just one reason why you keep getting rejected.
-You're not good enough. -Right!
Yes.
You've been living in Ernakulam for two years, right?
You've been "writing".
So, what's up?
Everyone's thrashing Hari again?
No, we're not. We're just stating facts.
My dear brother, I am not asking you to quit,
just try doing something else as well.
You need to make a living, right?
That's true, Hari.
I was really excited
when Jithin told me a scriptwriter was gonna be living with us.
I thought you'd be Lijo Jose Pellissery and I'd be Tinu Pappachan.
But you're begging for cigarettes instead.
Hari, I don't know if you're talented or not.
I'd love to watch you make a movie.
But you can't keep wasting your time till that happens!
You had worked as an assistant to Balettan, right?
Why don't you try that again?
You must make enough money to take care of your routine expenses.
And how long will I work as an assistant director?
It's useless!
Why are you so negative?
You should at least write some decent stories
like Alphonse Puthren or Syam Pushkaran.
Not these trashy romantic and violent stories.
Have you heard my stories?
Yes, I have.
I have changed!
You always say that.
Why isn't no one producing your stuff?
Do you know how many producers are posting on Facebook
that they're looking for new stories?
I just saw a post yesterday.
Do you know Ann Augustine's husband? The cinematographer?
The guy with the long hair?
-Santhosh Sivan? -No, your uncle!
-Jomon T. John! -Yes, Jomon T. John.
He had posted it on Facebook.
He's looking for good scripts. Why don't you try that?
They're approached by hundreds of people!
I'll have to write a new story to approach him.
Right, why would he approach someone?
Mani Ratnam is gonna call him and ask him to make a movie.
Why don't you ask your father to produce it?
I'm not kidding.
Do you know that movie? What was it?
Dhuruvangal Pathinaaru.
You know who produced it?
The director's father.
You have plenty of options!
Please try and do something.
If everyone's rejecting you,
you're not good enough. It's simple.
Yeah, Dad?
Hari, you should keep trying for a few more months.
But you should really consider quitting if it doesn't work out.
I could get married and live a happy life with the money I spend on you.
Who has stopped you? Go get married.
My sister's getting married.
Your sister is already married, right?
One marriage isn't enough these days.
"One marriage isn't enough"?
Stop judging her and call Himal. Ask him not to get rum.
-I can't drink rum. -Are you home?
Hey!
I wasn't too harsh, right?
No, you can yell at him.
My friends and I have spoiled him.
-There's a line I cannot cross. -Curry.
You guys are close friends. You can say anything.
-You talk to him. I will support you. -Enough.
Let me have a couple of drinks.
I will end his fascination with cinema.
His mom calls me every day. She doesn't stop crying!
And I have to listen to her cry.
I would've supported his dream if he had a job as well.
But he is lazy.
Hey!
-Yeah? -Himal!
He went to the movies without us.
I knew he'd do that.
I'm sure he wasn't alone.
-Of course, I'm sure he has a girlfriend. -Bros!
-He's here. -Here's the bottle.
It's not rum, right?
Take a look.
It better not be rum.
Which movie did you watch?
-Ishq. -How was it?
It was awesome!
You had told me it was terrible, right?
-Me? -Not you. Him.
What's the problem with that movie?
Is it good?
I heard a bad review from my cousin.
His reviews are generally boring.
The movie is about moral policing, right?
You should watch it. It's a must-watch.
Yeah, everything is a "must-watch" these days.
Where are you going?
Is it curry or coal? It's burnt!
-Beer, beer. -Why would you need a beer?
Have you seen this?
This is enough. I won't ruin it with beer.
Nice.
Hey, Hari!
You had told me that the movie was bad, right?
Himal says it was alright.
Which movie? Ishq?
I was on set when they were shooting it.
I thought the story was average when I heard it.
I think the director was brilliant. He must've made it better.
You should appreciate his talent.
You are not the only cinephile here.
-Are you getting me? -That's not what I meant.
I thought that the theme of moral policing was a bit cliched.
You have some scope when you talk about moral policing,
but it comes with its own risks.
Why don't you write one if "there's scope"?
I have written a script about moral policing before.
Jithin, you remember, right?
A book containing a collection of my short stories?
That death story, you mean?
-Yeah-- -I remember. I remember.
It's a short story? Not a script?
I will narrate it.
If you can make a movie out of it, make it.
Alright, let me hear it.
Come on. Hurry up!
-We need to start drinking. -Yeah, let's begin.
Okay!
You're not gonna narrate it?
-Come on! -Shall we start drinking?
-That's better. -Yeah.
Hey, are you gonna narrate it?!
Hey!
He'll just blow his own trumpet. He has no story.
A boy was studying in the tenth grade.
He did well and scored good grades.
His mom was very happy to hear the news.
Because…
after his father's death,
she had struggled a lot to raise and educate her kid.
They wanted to celebrate his achievement.
They decided to go to a beach.
The mother hadn't traveled much after her husband's demise.
They were relaxing on the beach.
It was a hot day.
The mother was holding an umbrella for her son.
Some people were observing them from a distance.
They got frustrated with them.
They approached the mom and her son
and started questioning them.
The son didn't like the interrogation.
He asked the people to mind their own business.
They got annoyed.
They thrashed him.
They were questioning the nature of the relationship
between the mother and her son.
The mother pleaded that the boy was her son.
But they wanted proof.
They asked the mom to show her delivery markings.
That broke her heart.
The son tried hard to protect his sobbing mom from the mob…
but the mob continued to thrash him.
One of them
collected the slippers lying around and made a garland out of them.
They put the garland around mom and son and declared them man and wife!
The mother begged them to let them go.
The mob didn't see the mom's tears.
They looked at her breasts instead.
The son couldn't bear it
and he hit one person from the mob.
He ripped his clothes off.
Everybody saw the guy's erect penis.
The guy was so embarrassed
that he took a stick of wood nearby and hit the son in the head.
He lost consciousness.
After a while,
when the son opened his eyes,
all he could see…
was the ocean.
You've ruined my mood!
Completely ruined it.
I am gonna drink.
Anyone who wants to join me, please get your glasses.
I'm done waiting for these fools!
Oh, God!
-Was that an original story? -Hey!
Can we start drinking if you're done with the story?
-Hey, come on. -I am coming.
Sit.
Shall we?
Shall we begin?
Let's wait for them.
Call them, man!
What are they waiting for? His bullshit story?
Hurry up!
I don't think this is movie material.
I don't think it will get any awards.
I didn't claim it was an award-winning film.
The story lacks depth.
Didn't you know that you'd need water?
Naughty boy. Why are you mad at him?
Here's my glass.
-Please get some water as well. -You need anything else?
-Get a plate as well. -Okay.
That's how you deal with them.
Well done. You are smart.
-The king is here. -Who's gonna drink all this tea?
Finally.
What are we waiting for?
This is a routine, right?
Please hold it.
-You have started already? -Sit down.
Move, move.
Why don't you sit there?
-I'll get some food for myself. -What?
-Just a minute. -Whatever…
Keep it here.
I'm fixing your drinks. Please check the quantity.
I don't wanna hear any complaints.
A little bit to the right.
That's enough.
Pour some extra whiskey for me.
You're not gonna get anything "extra" this time.
Don't fix me a drink right now.
I will drink after I'm done eating.
What's wrong with you? You'll end up puking!
You guys have eaten, right?
I am hungry.
Don't push him. That means more drinks for us.
Is that enough?
Just a little.
Hari?
Yeah.
Alright, done.
Ready?
-Cheers! -Cheers!
Whoa, that's quick!
Did you go to the movies alone?
Hey, he is asking you a question.
Me?
No, we are the ones who went to the movies, right?
I was alone.
There were others in the theater though.
-Oh, what a poor joke. -Wow, so funny!
How can you watch a romantic movie alone?
She was with you, right?
I was alone. Trust me!
-Alright, we trust you. -Of course.
We don't have that kind of relationship.
Yeah, she's like his sister.
-Yeah, it's very platonic. -Of course.
So innocent!
By the way, did you hear about what happened today?
I'll tell you.
He is changing the subject.
I think the guy sitting next to me was gay.
He was patting my things when the steamy scenes came on.
He was just patting, right?
He grabbed my thighs all evening!
It was my fault though.
I shouldn't have worn these shorts.
Yeah, I wanted to tell you that.
He might not be gay.
We had a friend named Rahul in our hometown.
We just couldn't watch action movies with him.
He would destroy the thighs of the guy sitting next to him.
I once watched a Shaji Kailas movie with him.
Who are you talking about? MT or KK?
-KK. -Yeah, KK.
He was a rare piece.
Sometimes, he'd wake us up at 2:00 a.m
and ask us to join him for a jog.
He wouldn't chew fried fish.
He would take a piece and eat it like this.
-What? -It's true.
We drink water or soda when we get tired after playing, right?
He used to go to a shop,
buy a bag of milk
and he'd drink it directly!
-Raw? -Yeah, raw!
We'd play all morning and get some rest in the afternoon.
But he'd keep playing all day!
-Yeah… -He was really crazy.
He really was crazy though.
We made a decision to consult a doctor.
Jithin took him to a doctor.
They reached the doctor's office and Jithin started talking to the doctor.
"KK did this.
KK did that.
KK used to be like this earlier,
KK is like that today.
KK has this problem, that problem.
KK, KK, KK."
The doctor patiently heard it all.
He made huge a list of medicines
and gave it to Jithin.
But they failed, completely.
Did you guys study together?
Yeah, for a long time. But we were enemies then.
There were two gangs.
Midhun's gang and Robin's gang.
I was in Midhun's gang and he was in Robin's.
We fought every time we saw each other back then.
I had cracked his lips once.
In college?
No. Sixth grade.
-We got along in college. -Yeah.
-Great job, Hari! -That's because he isn't paying for it.
Oh, my God, I forgot something.
Oh, God!
What's the point of taking it off? You've already started drinking.
That's not a problem.
Who are you doing it for?
Throw it away.
For the peace of my mind.
This is good.
Yes. That's why I asked him to get this. Rum might have been a disaster.
I couldn't stop coughing for two days last time.
It's a little expensive though.
Don't worry. He's paying for it.
We had paid last time, right?
It's his turn.
We will take turns.
I had bought whiskey as well, right?
Nobody cared about what I had bought.
Have you ever tried JD?
Yeah, that's fantastic stuff.
-Have you? -Yeah, it's good.
It's awesome.
-This is pretty decent as well. -Yeah.
-Will you finish eating anytime soon? -My story…
-It's not a rip-off… -Don't you wanna drink?
-No. -Is that pickle?
Give me some.
Ajith…
Have you ever heard my story before?
No.
Why the fuck are you judging my stories?!
Why are you yelling at him?
Why not? What he did was pathetic!
If I wanted to be like you guys, I would have done it already!
That's a line from Ravanaprabhu!
Don't interrupt me when I'm talking!
You are not mature enough. You are a boy.
That's a line from Natturajavu.
-That's enough. -Leave him alone.
Himal, what did you wanna be?
Cinematographer, right?
What did you become?
A driver.
You think you can ever come back?
I can.
Maybe not so soon.
Why not?
-You know it. Loan, EMIs, etc… -Right, loan, EMI, etc.
I don't want to live like that.
You wanna live like a parasite?
You've been doing this for a while now!
You think you can do this because you pay for my expenses?
Make a note of it. I will pay back twice the amount.
Keep trying. You have come so far, right?
You will eventually make it.
I am not saying this because I'm drunk.
You will make it! You are a good person.
When did you drink?
People say that at parties, right?
-You don't need to drink to boast. -It happens in movies, man!
-He just went with the flow. -Yeah.
Right.
There he goes again.
Ajith, I have told you!
You shouldn't check your phone when you're drinking with friends!
-I am just looking at the status. -Let me see it.
Let me see it.
This is Kavitha, right?
She's uploaded a poem just like her name!
-Give me that. Come on! -What's the deal?
-Tell me! -It's nothing.
-Tell me! -Nothing, bro.
Come on, sing a song.
I have a sore throat.
He sings like Yesudas otherwise.
-Alright, Hari, narrate a story. -What?!
I am not interested.
You were complaining that I haven't heard your story, right?
Let's hear your story.
-You are inviting a disaster. -Shut up.
-You'll suffer. -Narrate it.
-One cannot stop fate. -Just narrate your story!
Give me my glass.
Did that guy really grab your thighs? Or did he grab something else?
Get lost!
Let's begin!
-Don't spill it. -Hey!
Narrate an original story, alright?
-Shut up, bro. Let him narrate the story. -Come on!
-Come on. -Come on, bro.
Hurry up!
Hari bro, let's go.
I wrote this story after I finished high school.
I narrated this story for the first time at Abad Plaza…
to a director named Robin.
That doesn't matter. Come to the point, man.
It's a period piece.
It's set during a period when people didn't have cell phones.
But the story begins…
at present, in 2019.
In a central jail…
there was a 60-year-old inmate named Sahadevan Master.
Sahadevan Master was a unique inmate.
Every inmate living in that jail had thrashed him.
Sahadevan Master
started coughing up blood
due to the regular beatdowns.
But the beating never stopped.
The reason for thrashing him was simple but gross.
Master impregnated and killed his underage daughter…
and his wife.
Many people had thrashed him.
He never tried to defend himself.
Instead, he'd just cry, "Unnimole! Unnimole!"
One day,
a political criminal named Martin arrived at the jail.
Martin was Master's new cellmate.
Master expected the new inmate to beat him up as well.
Martin arrived at Master's cell.
Although he felt disgusted after hearing the story,
Martin didn't beat him up.
Do you know why?
Martin was Sahadevan Master's student.
Martin didn't believe that Master would do such a terrible thing.
Martin tried to persuade him to tell him what actually happened.
But Master just told him that he killed his daughter.
Master fell sick one day.
Martin was the only one who looked after him.
Martin asked him again.
"Why would you do something so cruel?"
Master started crying…
and claimed that he was innocent.
He didn't kill his daughter?
Why did he lie?
Why would he lie about his daughter's pregnancy?
What kind of a story is this?
Sahadevan Master and his wife Radha Teacher
waited for a long time after their marriage
for the birth of their child Unnimol.
Radha Teacher was suffering from various illnesses.
They raised their daughter with utmost care.
She was beautiful.
A white gorgeous girl…
with round cheeks.
She had beautiful dimples as well.
And a beauty spot on her chin.
Long hair…
She looked just like Monisha, the actress.
She grew up running around the house.
She was studious as well.
When the results of her high school exams were declared,
actually, they were called "Pre-degree results" back in the day.
She had done really well in the exams.
And she received a scholarship to study outside the state.
Initially, Master and his wife were reluctant to send their daughter away.
But they agreed to do it for the sake of her future.
Outside the state?
-Where? -Ooty.
So, Unnimol got enrolled in a college in Ooty.
Initially, she complained about the place when she used to call.
Gradually, the number of calls decreased.
But when Unnimol came home for a vacation…
she had completely changed.
She had lost weight and trimmed her hair.
She had started wearing modern dresses.
She had grown weak.
A complete makeover.
Although Teacher was upset about these changes,
Master supported her.
When the vacation ended…
Unnimol left for Ooty.
She used to call her parents…
but the number of calls had reduced drastically.
Then the calls stopped completely.
She hadn't called for four days!
Master and his wife couldn't bear that.
Master consoled his wife and told her that he'd go to Ooty
to check on their daughter and ensure that she was safe.
At midnight…
Master received a call
from the Ooty police station.
They had arrested his daughter from a lodge with two men.
They had asked Master to come to Ooty immediately.
The phone call broke his heart.
He didn't tell his wife about the call.
He left for Ooty on the very next day…
and came back with Unnimol.
Teacher was happy to see her.
"The lonely life in Ooty had affected Unnimol as well as her grades.
That's the reason she moved back home."
Master convinced Teacher that this was the case.
But Unnimol was bored of her home and her hometown.
-This is the story of Pavithram, right? -She wanted to go back.
But Master was against it.
Master was adamant about educating her at home.
Unnimol tried to protest
but her protests fell on deaf ears.
She stopped talking to her parents.
She only talked to a guy who used to work at her home.
Pottan Dhamu.
One day,
Master and his wife were running some errands,
but when they came back home…
they saw Pottan Dhamu and Unnimol lying naked in the bedroom.
Master was shocked.
Teacher thrashed Unnimol.
Unni pushed her mother away…
That pissed Master off.
He started hitting her as well.
Unnimol asked her father,
"Are you jealous of me because you don't get the pleasure anymore?"
The question struck the parents like a thunderbolt.
They started caring for her more.
They consulted a psychiatrist.
He recommended educating their daughter in their hometown
and asked them to keep her close.
That really irked Unni.
One day,
as Teacher was cooking in the kitchen, she heard a noise outside.
When she looked outside…
she saw that Unnimol was vomiting.
Master and Teacher cried a lot that night.
Teacher was mad at Master.
She asked, "Why did you bring her back from Ooty?
Why can't she study there?"
When he was out of options,
Master told her everything that had happened in Ooty.
Teacher didn't cry.
She became quiet and lay down on her bed.
Radha Teacher closes her eyes off…
and we cut to…
Unnimol crawling through…
Master's naked body.
Radha Teacher wakes up!
She looks at Master sleeping next to her.
She gets up…
and goes to Unnimol's room.
She sits close to her sleeping daughter.
She kisses her on the forehead.
Takes the pillow nearby…
and starts choking her daughter.
Unnimol thrashes around violently.
Master, who's looking for his wife, reaches Unnimol's room
and sees his wife trying to kill his daughter.
Master doesn't stop his wife. He keeps staring.
After killing Unni,
Radha walks away,
and Master sits near Unni's body…
and starts weeping inconsolably.
He hears a thud from the other room.
As he rushes to the other room, he finds Radha Teacher hanging from the ceiling.
We cut to Master closing his eyes in jail.
Then comes a fantasy…
In the midst of snowy clouds,
on top of a horse,
Sahadevan Master is going to see Unnimol and Radha Teacher.
Have you heard this story before?
Tell me. Is this stolen?!
It's a superb story. It will surely become a movie.
But…
it won't succeed.
It's an offbeat movie.
It doesn't matter!
Answer me! Is it a rip-off?!
Don't be overconfident.
This is a combination of Mohanlal's Chettachan
and the other movie where Mammootty goes to jail.
-Is it Marupadi? -Munnariyippu.
Yes, Munnariyippu. There's a bit of that as well.
So…
according to you, any movie where a girl starts wearing modern dresses
after studying outside her hometown is Mohanlal's Chettachan.
If a character goes to jail for a crime he didn't commit,
that's Mammootty's Munnariyippu.
Mammootty didn't go to jail for a crime he didn't commit.
Get lost.
Also,
are you saying that all the girls who wear modern dresses are bad?
What?
You're saying that if girls from villages
go to the city to get educated, they will get spoiled
and become prostitutes?
Is that what you're trying to say?
I didn't mean that. This is just a story.
It is, but that's the message you're conveying, right?
Also,
it's really triggering for the parents whose children are studying outside.
Yeah, that is a problem.
They will feel insulted.
You people are jealous.
Why the fuck would we be jealous of you?
People are jealous of talented people, and you're not one.
And you're the ones who get to decide if I'm talented?
Yes, we are.
Audiences are the real judges.
You write your story for the audience, right?
Don't ridicule him. He is working hard.
At least he is trying.
We must recognize it.
Everybody can write.
Forget about our recognition.
Why aren't his stories getting produced if he's that talented?
Answer me!
That's a good question.
If you smoke every time you're out of answers,
you'll get cancer and it may even lead to death.
Everybody likes my stories.
But no one ends up producing it.
Everything happens when the time is right.
-Perfect. -It's my horoscope--
Really? Horoscope?
Time's good for you if you do good deeds.
If you don't, it's bad.
We are the ones who decide our future.
Don't curse your horoscope.
-You need to make an effort! -That's true.
I'll tell you why.
I had written a horror script at the age of 20.
A director had agreed to do it.
It got shelved.
And then obstacles became a routine.
Have you seen the movie Crash? It won the Oscar for Best Picture in 2003.
-Which one? -Forget about it.
Have you seen Pariyerum Perumal?
-Forget it. -Don't talk about that movie.
-Why? -Forget about it.
Bro, what was that horror story?
Is it good?
What happened to it?
The story was good.
But the producer backed out two days before the shoot.
He must have read the script that day.
Don't criticize my script if you don't know the facts.
He had a problem with the director.
-Yeah, right! -Everyone loved the story.
Everybody's trying to change me.
Nothing's working out.
-We'll see. Narrate the story. -Let me finish this cigarette.
-Give me a cigarette. -Yeah.
Give it to me.
Can you find a torrent for Uyire?
-I don't think so. -It should be there in the morning.
Anyway, I am not interested in melodrama.
-Shut up! -Oh, come on! It's a great movie.
-You know who the actor is? -Let's not talk about actors.
Why? Are you scared that you might cry if you watch it?
No, I don't know. I don't like it.
What's the difference between you and Hari?
You must learn to appreciate good things.
I didn't say anything bad.
Shut up, man.
-We know what you meant. -Right, Mr. Cinema!
Cinema is ultimately an art form.
We must only look at the actor's art.
Why should we judge them based on their opinions and their life?
This is India, everyone can have their opinions.
That's what I am saying, I have the freedom to dislike that movie!
In my opinion, Asif Ali's performance was the best!
-That's right. -He makes us loathe him.
Right, I agree.
They're both good actors.
The second one, I am not…
Coming to the point, think about Malayalam cinema.
We have so many performance-based actors.
Some of them are on one side, and the others are on the opposite side.
Yeah, you're right. Imagine…
Shane Nigam, Soubin, Suraj, Fahad,
Asif Ali, Rima Kallingal, Nimisha, Parvathy…
We'd make a great movie if we could get them all to star in a single movie.
It will be just another film.
Get lost.
Arjun Ashokan is a great upcoming actor as well.
Hari bro, what do you think?
Yeah, Jaffer Idukki is a good actor.
Yeah, he is a great actor! His performance was amazing!
-Small-time artists are keeping up… -But I'm really happy about one thing.
The number of screens has been increasing steadily.
More than 30 new screens have come up in the last year itself.
Bad movies will soon be getting screens.
His film might get a screening as well. At least one show.
But how would I make a movie? I'm not good enough, right?
Wow, you're so confident!
Come on! Sing a song.
You want me to sing?
Let's do this.
If you are so adamant, let's have Hari narrate another story.
I'll sing a song after he's done.
You can continue with this crap.
I've gotta urinate before this ceiling fan hits my head.
-Ajith, you wanna join me? -For what?
-Give me some company, man! -Yeah, I will piss for you.
That reminds me.
The urge to piss is a huge problem as well.
I might have told you this story before.
I was coming back from Kozhikode on a bus.
A lady was sitting in front of me.
After a while, the lady started asking the conductor
when the bus was gonna stop for food.
The conductor said they'd stop in ten minutes.
-Ten minutes. "We'll stop in ten minutes." -Right.
That was his standard reply.
The lady kept quiet for a while.
But after a while she asked him again,
"When's the bus gonna stop for food?"
The conductor said, "Dear sister, we're running late…
due to the roadblocks.
We will reach the destination shortly."
The lady heard it and kept quiet.
After a while, she asked the conductor again,
"When are we stopping for food?"
The conductor lost his cool.
He yelled at her,
pulled out a lunchbox from his bag
-and threw it at her. -What?
"Eat my lunch if you're that hungry!" He said.
"Please leave me alone."
The other passengers started laughing.
I laughed as well.
Then?
Then…
the lady didn't say anything.
After some time, she got up from her seat.
She rang the bell and asked him to stop the bus.
The conductor lost his cool again.
He started screaming.
But before he could complete,
the lady fainted and fell down inside the bus.
She started shivering like she was having a seizure.
Her eyes rolled up…
and she urinated.
Some conductors are scoundrels!
He should be punished by coating his penis with rubber milk!
What happened to the lady?
We took her to a hospital.
It wasn't really serious,
but she was really embarrassed.
Poor woman…
Men can piss anywhere they want. That's not a problem.
What about women?
This is a hot topic in our industry as well.
-Our industry? -Cinema industry.
Oh! "Cinema industry".
Everything is a topic in this industry. All they do is "discuss".
Think about it.
We came here…
because we wanted to be a part of the cinema industry,
and we are doing something else.
I am editing wedding videos to make a living.
Himal wanted to become a cinematographer.
He is working as a driver.
He is willing to assist any director…
while he drives an Uber to make a living.
And then comes the greatest artist of us all, Hariyoski.
What about me?
It's not like I am not interested in movies.
I am working as a slave cook at that hotel just to make a living.
For myself and for him.
You are a great artist.
You are hiding your talent.
Tell me the truth, you are James Cameron, right?
No, I am Nolan.
"James Cameron."
Hariyoski, Hari bro, let's hear another story.
Alright.
It's a horror script.
You'll have to pay attention if you wanna enjoy it.
You cannot browse through your phone as I narrate the story.
And you cannot make random comments after I'm done narrating.
If I get a call, I will answer it. If my nose itches, I will scratch it.
You can go ahead if you want to. We are not forcing anyone.
I have something to say.
Why don't we go to the terrace?
We'll have a nice breeze up there.
It's the perfect mood for storytelling.
-That's a good option. -Nice.
No. No.
-No! -What's wrong, man? Come on.
-Let's change the ambiance. -Come on.
-Come on. Get up. -Let's go!
Come. Come.
Are you not coming?
Take the plate as well.
Why are we going up there? Why can't we sit here?
I'll drown you in that tea! Let's go.
This is really unnecessary.
Take my glass as well.
-Where's mine? -I'm not gonna carry your glass, man!
-I'll deal with you when you beg for food! -That's not mine, man.
Hey, Hari.
Did I break your flow?
I hope your story doesn't break the flow of this party.
Hurry up, guys.
All my stories are really good.
It's up to you if you like it or not.
-This is that dialogue, right? -What?
"A writer's story is like a daughter to them
and they hate it when you criticize it."
I don't agree with that statement.
If that were the case, why would anyone give up their daughters
to prostitution for entertainment?
It's really dark up here.
What is this?
Why can't you people clean this area? Do I need to do everything?
I have to cook, I have to serve it. What is this?
Let there be light.
Do you remember what I said when we set up this light?
Full enjoyment, full drinking, full vibe…
-We are doing that! -What?
I had asked you to change the wire four months ago.
A light breeze can kill that light!
-Don't worry. -I will repair it.
I'll set a single-point connection. You have Yadhu's word.
Yeah, we have shards of glass, mosquitoes, and this stink.
It really is a great vibe.
-Can you not see the glass? -Are you hurt?
You'll get rid of it only after someone gets hurt?
It's common sense, man! You must keep your house clean!
-I didn't say a word. -Yeah, that's true.
Jithin, will you do something for me?
-Tell me. -Make I take your beer?
Why? Don't I have a mouth?
But you don't have the capacity to drink.
Let's discuss something serious.
Hari bro, are you going to narrate your story?
There are tonnes of mosquitoes here!
How can I start narrating if he keeps yapping?
Attention, please!
Attention, please! Please!
Let's begin. Come on.
Come on, bro.
So, this is a horror story.
The treatment and the environment really matter.
The name of our hero is…
Mathukutty.
aka "Mathu".
Mathu was an IT professional.
He looked just like Sunny Wayne.
One day…
he had completed a work meeting…
late at night…
at around 1:00 a.m.
It was a night just like this one.
A road filled with trees on both sides…
Mathu was going home.
There was a song playing on the car stereo.
On the road, Mathu saw…
a mother and her child standing on the road.
She waved her hands to stop the car.
Mother asked him for a lift up to the next junction.
Mathu asked them to get inside.
The car moved forward.
Full silence.
Nobody said a word.
Suddenly, he heard a sound at the back.
Mathu didn't turn back.
But he listened to what was happening in the back.
The lights were switched off. He couldn't see anything.
Mathu turned the lights on and looked through the rear-view mirror.
He saw the lady eating her own baby.
Mathu lost control and the car hit a tree.
Mathu got out of the car and ran through the forest.
Mathu was scared to look back.
He feared that a scary figure might come for him.
He started running.
His heart was beating faster.
He thought someone was coming after him.
Mathu kept running!
His feet moving,
his heart pounding!
He realized someone was behind him and he looked back.
He saw the lady covered in blood!
And Mathu woke up!
After Mathu woke up,
he saw his wife and one-year-old baby nearby.
Mathu looked at Leena and the baby.
He shook his head in disbelief.
He tried to remember the face of the lady and child in the dream,
but he couldn't.
The next day, Mathu went to work with an unsettled mind.
He couldn't concentrate.
He went to sleep again that night.
He feared that he might see that lady again.
Complete silence.
Mathu felt a weight on his body.
When he opened his eyes,
the room was filled with green light.
When he tried to scream,
he could only mumble.
When he looked carefully…
at his tongue,
he saw that a cross was pierced into his tongue.
He was tied to a chair
and that chair was
fixed up on the wall.
There are candles burning on the floor.
A mixture of saliva and blood oozed out of his mouth…
and fell onto the candles below.
The candles started going out one after the other.
Away from the candles…
near the wall…
he saw his wife and his child staring at him.
Hello?
Yeah.
Hey, are you going? Don't go alone.
Let's fix that light.
Hey, don't be scared.
-Of whom? -Everyone.
Where did he go?
He went down, right?
Oh, what a poor joke. His story was better than this joke.
Hey, keep going.
The candles start going out one after the other.
Leena and the child sat there staring at him.
Mathu woke up!
He was drenched in his own sweat.
His wife and his child were sleeping nearby.
He looked at them.
He realized that the lady and the baby he saw in his dream
were his wife and child.
Mathu left the house
to talk to his colleague Tom
about what had happened.
Tom told him that it was just a dream
and asked Mathu to take a few days off and relax.
Tom sent Mathu back home.
Mathu was relaxing at home…
watching TV.
When he looked at the mirror next to the TV
he could see Leena doing chores in the kitchen.
She was preparing a meal.
Mathu looked at her intermittently through the mirror.
Suddenly, Leena…
looked around her…
to ensure no one was watching.
She took a piece of steak…
and ate it raw!
That really shocked Mathu and he ran outside
to tell Tom what had happened.
Tom asked him not to worry
and promised him that he'd go to Leena's home and talk to her parents.
Tom and Mathu left for Leena's home.
They drive through the hills as they make their way to Leena's home.
A lonely hill completely filled with rubber trees.
At the top of that hill…
Leena's home.
Darkness all around.
Only the sound of crickets…
It was just like this night.
They stopped the car…
away from the home.
Mathu switched off the engine.
Tom said, "If you are scared, just sit here.
I will go and ask around."
Tom got out of the car
and walked towards the gate.
The watchman…
was an older guy with white eyes.
Tom talked to him…
and entered the house.
Watchman watched Tom as he walked into the house.
Mathu was sitting alone in the car. He was scared.
Everything was dead silent.
There was a cold breeze.
Mathu waited for Tom.
He'd been gone for a while.
Mathu called Tom.
The phone was switched off.
Mathu's heart started beating faster.
Everything was dead silent.
Mathu consoled himself and decided to enter the house.
He smiled at the white-eyed watchman
and drove towards the house.
Mathu got out of his car and rang the bell.
He could see Tom's shoes outside.
Leena's father opened the door.
He was happy to see Mathu and invited him in.
Leena's mom, Leena's sister,
and her five-year-old child were there as well.
Mathu sat in the living room.
He looked for Tom but he couldn't find him.
Mathu reluctantly asked if there were any guests in the house.
Leena's father opened his eyes, smiled, and said,
"Why would anyone come here?
Only those who lose their way accidentally end up here.
We just guide them and put them on the right path."
Mathu was really worried when he heard that.
Leena's sister invited him to grab some dinner.
Mathu reluctantly accepted the offer.
They started eating.
Leena's sister served him a dish.
Before Mathu could eat it,
he spotted a baby's finger on his plate.
What are you doing? Idiot!
-You ruined my cigarette as well. -Oh, God!
Mathu ended up puking
and rushed out of the house screaming his guts out.
Mathu ran outside the house.
On the right,
in the garden,
he saw the watchman digging a hole
and the five-year-old girl
holding Tom's head.
Mathu shrieked…
and ran outside the house.
He took the car…
and went home.
Mathu, shivering with fear,
reached his home.
He got out of the car.
When he opened the door to his house…
the room was filled with green light.
He saw a chair fixed to the ceiling.
And below the chair…
lighted candles.
Beyond the candles…
he saw a chair.
He saw Leena sitting with a cross in her hand.
She was breastfeeding her child.
The baby smiled at Mathu.
Its mouth was full of blood.
Power cut!
Leena is a Christian ghost. Chanting won't help you.
Really?
-Holy Kadamattath Kathanar-- -What's wrong with you?
-I am scared. -Of what?
Hearing these stories at night.
Bullshit. Stop overreacting.
But the power cut--
What a great story! I loved it!
No, it wasn't! It wasn't great. It was decent, alright?
Yadhu, I need to take a piss. Will you come with me?
No, I won't. Go.
Come on!
Stop smiling. Are you coming?
I'll come with you if you accept the fact that you're scared.
Are you blackmailing me?
Alright, I am scared. Come with me.
Sorry. I changed my heart.
I wanted you to come with me because of the power cut.
You're scared because of his flop story?
Stop giving him the praise he doesn't deserve.
It'll go to his head.
Go. Go.
God, please take care of me.
Hey, don't worry.
Ghosts target only virgin boys.
Shut up!
You think you're being funny?
-When did you write this story, bro? -It's been a while.
Where is the lighter?
Oh, wow.
You are hiding cigarettes for yourself?
You really are pathetic.
Well, your story does sound like some other movies.
And it needs some improvement.
-Don't worry. I'll sit with you. -Yeah, you two are gonna change the world.
We need to fix the wire.
It's working again.
Our problems are so trivial that wind solves them for us.
-Stop being dramatic. Talk normally. -Oh, God!
-What are you playing? -PUBG. Don't you know?
It's a game inspired by Battle Royale.
Battle Royale? Is that an English movie?
-No, it's Japanese. -Japan?
What are you doing?
We collect guns, scopes, and other accessories,
make a team,
and mercilessly kill everyone else.
Wow. They are speaking Malayalam?
Of course, they are! We have Malayalis on our team.
He is from Kozhikode.
Really?
Wow!
Watch out!
Kozhikkode slang, Japanese game.
Not a Japanese game, it's a game inspired by a Japanese movie.
-How many people have you killed? -Maybe millions and millions of people.
That's all.
Oh, I see…
Do you have a dragon to rule the seven kingdoms?
-The dragon that breathes blue fire? -Oh, no.
-Did you finish watching that show? -Yes.
What was all the hype about? They ruined it at the end.
Yeah, it was a disaster.
Are you talking about that serial?
Don't insult it. It's a series, not a serial.
It's the same, man.
When they make it, it's a series. When we make it, it's a serial.
What if we make a series like Game of Thrones?
We'll ruin it.
It'll be a disaster.
We'll do stuff like forming Dracarys Fans Cultural Association,
putting up posters all over the town, and venerating them.
-We'll ruin it. -Exactly.
Forget about it. Let's talk about what's happening here.
There's nothing to talk about.
I just narrated a story, right? Let's talk about it.
As usual…
you stitched many movies together to create a new one.
-Which movies? -Many movies.
Rajuvettan's Ezra.
The one with the dog head and the guy scaling the wall…
It was just like that scene.
When did Ezra release? A long time ago, right?
But I had written this story way before it was released.
Jithin, you remember, right?
I had told you this story at the CD shop.
I don't remember it.
What?
It's not Ezra. I will tell you the right one.
This is the story Nayarettan told us from the Karumalkkulam.
Your story can't be older than that.
Why didn't you tell me?
That reminds me. Something happened a while back.
Hari and I had gone to the temple…
to look at girls.
It was around dusk.
We met a priest. He was Hari's friend.
He was walking half-naked.
Hari said the priest was from his hometown.
When Hari saw him, he stopped and called him,
"Ravunni Etta!"
Ravunni Etta said,
"You've made me impure!
Stay away from me, idiot!"
It was really embarrassing. Everyone was staring at Hari.
He just stood there embarrassed as if he was naked.
-Naked? -Yes.
You should understand something.
All movies are connected! They're the same!
Look at World Cinema.
What is it about?
Act one, set up the protagonist and their environment.
Then the protagonist will face a problem
and in the end the problem will be resolved.
It's the same for Malayalam cinema!
Set up the protagonist and their environment.
Then the protagonist will face a problem
and in the end the problem will be resolved.
What more does a fucking movie have?
Hey, it's alright. Calm down.
Why can't you make one if it's so easy?
That's enough!
You have a problem with every story I write!
Who do you think you are? Padmarajan?
These guys don't have a problem with my writing!
They do! They don't wanna hurt your feelings!
Your stories are awful!
Why don't you try writing one?
I am not the one who boasts of being a great writer!
Whatever. Just stop teasing and harassing me!
You have an inferiority complex, Hari.
You should learn to accept criticism.
You just have a problem with me!
You're the only one who hates my stories!
That's your assumption! That's your problem.
If you have a problem, go talk to your parents.
-Don't talk about my parents, alright? -Why not?
-Don't talk about my parents. -Why not?!
If you wanna rip movies off,
try ripping off movies that people haven't seen.
Stop being an asshole!
-Hey, watch your mouth! -How dare you?!
Who do you think you are?
Why can't you accept that my stories are good?
I'll accept it if it's true. I'm not scared to admit it!
Say it! My story was good!
No, it was awful!
You should quit writing and get a job!
I'll decide what I wanna do! I am not writing about your mother.
How dare you insult my mother?!
Hari!
Hari…
-Jithin! -Jithin!
Stay back, alright?
What--
-You hate me, right? -No--
I'm not good enough?
You think my talent is a joke?
You think you can call me a loser?
Stop fooling around. He needs help.
-Hari-- -You think this is a joke, Himal?
Do you want to die?
Go, die.
-Jithin! Jithin! -Jithin! Jithin!
Did I scare you?
Hari, stop fooling around.
Are you scared?
Is he dead?
Get up!
Do you wanna die?
Stay back.
Sit.
Are you dead?
One hit was all you could take?
-Let's take him to a hospital? -For what?!
Shut up and sit down!
Sit down!
Not here. Go sit there!
Go!
Sit down.
Wanna hear another story?
Hari…
What's wrong, Yadhu?
-Yadhu… -Bro?
-Wanna play PUBG? -No…
Come on!
Get your phone.
Let's play PUBG.
-Come on. Let's play. -No--
Himal, tell us the truth.
She was with you when went to the movies, right?
Yes.
Give me your phone.
Give me your phone!
Give me your phone.
Hey!
Hari, stop messing around. Jithin…
No, I won't.
I won't stop it…
till you hear my story,
agree that it's good,
and recognize my talent!
Nobody's gonna move until that happens.
You are talented.
I don't need your charity.
Hear my story and tell me it's good if you like it.
Bro, we were just kidding.
-Please… -So, I am talented?
You did love my story?
Nice. Nice.
Wanna hear another story?
Do you?
Jithin, wanna hear another story?
Jithin?
He'd love it.
Jithin!
You'd love to hear a story, right?
You wanna hear it, right?
You do, right?
Yadhu, you wanna hear it, right? I am gonna narrate it.
There were two children named X and Y.
Their parents were Math teachers.
The parents got some funds…
from the government
to refurbish the school's auditorium.
They decided to buy something for X and Y with that money.
They asked their kids what they wanted.
X said he wanted a fluffy cat.
Y wanted a fluffy dog.
The parents asked them to choose one animal.
But they were children of Math teachers, so, naturally, they were short-tempered.
They were adamant!
They were ego-maniacs as well.
So the parents had to get a cat as well as a dog.
The kids were happy.
They really took care of the pets.
But you know cats and dogs, right?
One day, when X and Y reached home after school,
they saw…
that the cat had been killed by the dog.
X and Y were really sad.
Don't be confused, alright?
X wanted a dog, and Y wanted a cat.
Anyway, saddened by this incident,
X fell sick.
One day, X was resting at home,
when the dog came to X…
and asked for forgiveness.
Please forgive me, lord!
Please forgive me…
And it started licking X's legs.
The dog just lay at his feet.
What did X do?
He gently petted the dog,
lifted him up, and put him in a bag.
He then swung the bag around several times.
He then went to the grindstone in the kitchen
and then he…
bludgeoned it! Bludgeoned it!
One! Two! Three! Four!
The dog will kill the cat.
Not because it has a problem with the cat,
but because that's his nature!
I am one of them.
Which one am I?
Answer me.
Which one am I?
Are you confused about the names?
Y wanted a dog, X wanted a cat.
Tell me. Which one am I?
Himal.
Answer me.
Y…
I will kill you!
Y! Y!
Y!
You're Y. The one who killed the dog.
No!
X is the one who killed the dog.
X!
Do you know who I am in this story?
Do you know?
I am the dog in that bag.
I am the dog. The dog!
They have bludgeoned me to death!
I am the dog.
Right?
I am the dog, right?
And who killed me?
Who's the killer?
Jithin…
Jithin! Say it! You are the one who killed me!
I used to buy you sweets and gifts in school, right?
Did you forget it all?
You pig.
We thrashed Sajeer to win an argument!
Did you forget about that as well?
You pig.
Who's the dog?
Answer me! Are you dead?!
Check if he is dead.
Have a look.
Jithin.
He is not moving.
Is he dead?
Are you dead?
Are you?
He's dead.
Wanna hear another story?
Stop. He will stab you as well.
-Himal! Himal! -Hari--
Himal!
Himal…
Hari…
Did I hurt you?
Can you see?
Can you?
How many fingers am I holding up?
How many?
You guys hate my guts!
Wait for Ajith to get here.
He will love my story.
Don't tell him what happened, alright?
Himal, you know me, right?
Right?
I am Shammi.
We'll have fun narrating stories tonight.
I have tonnes of stories.
Love, action, drama…
erotica!
Would you like to hear an erotic story?
Surprise!
Hey! Look who it is!
We've been waiting for you for a long time.
Where did you go? Did you get some cigarettes?
-What's that? -I bought some cigarettes.
-What's wrong with him? -Well, they're all drunk.
Come on.
I need to tell you something.
-What? -Please come.
Who is it?
Come on.
Who is she?
Leena Babu.
She's left her home to be with me.
Really?
No, I didn't force her to leave her home.
I just found out what she had done when she called me.
She did it herself.
I sneaked her in without alerting the landlady.
Please bear with me tonight. I will do something tomorrow.
-Sister, what's your name? -Leena.
Are you a believer?
Well, not really.
Are you two married?
Well, it's late, right?
We'll get married tomorrow.
I'd love to come to the registrar with you and be your witness!
Thank You.
Come on, you little thief.
Please come. Yadhu, look who's here.
-Give me the lighter. -Yeah.
Here it is.
Is it okay if I smoke?
We're just sitting here and narrating stories.
-We've had some drinks as well. -Yes, Ajith told me.
But Ajith didn't tell us about you.
He is on his phone all day.
I thought he was talking to his aunt.
Well, I have told them.
And you haven't told me?
Give me.
Jithin slept at the right time.
I'm not sure what I'm gonna do tomorrow.
Hey, don't worry.
We are all here for you. I am here for you, alright?
Sister, where do you live?
-Kannur. -Where in Kannur?
-Payyannur. -Where in Payyannur?
-Vellora, Kakkara. -Oh, I know that place.
Mathamangalam, Kuttoor, Vellora, Kakkara. I know.
That's your hometown?
I didn't say it was my hometown.
And when I ask you a question…
all you must do is answer it, alright?
Ignore him. He thinks he's an intellectual.
Oh, the cinephile. The great writer Hari.
Oh, come on!
I just write some scripts sometimes.
Give me that cigarette.
Here.
Why does this place look like a morgue?
-Himal, what's wrong? -Yeah.
That's obvious, right? Look at his eyes. He is drunk.
And a girl's here, right?
Sister, please ignore him.
Yadhu, what's wrong?
How did you two meet?
You're from Kannur. He's from Trivandrum.
Well, what can I say?
Tell me!
I'll write a script about it if it's exciting.
It is exciting.
But I won't allow you to steal it. This is an original story.
Tell me.
We met on Facebook.
Really? On Facebook?
It wasn't just that.
We had met once before we started chatting on Facebook.
He helped my mom when she fell sick on a bus.
He took care of her till I arrived.
So, it was love at first sight?
No way, man.
We met in a hospital.
I asked her name,
looked her up on Facebook, and sent her a friend request.
After a while, she posted a poem on Facebook about the incident.
-Really? -And--
So, you are an artist?
You write poems?
You must recite a poem for us!
Yeah, I can.
Do you know about Ajith's ex?
Yeah, he's told me everything.
Are you happy now?
Do you have any more questions?
Let's hear the poem.
I don't have to recite my poem, right? Can I recite my favorite poem?
-Of course. -Just recite one.
-Polayadi Makkal. -What?
That's the poem's title.
It's her favorite poem.
Apparently, lower castes are untouchable
You bastards please tell us Why we are untouchable
Tell us, tell us, you bastards
New empires, new dawns
Mansions built on newfound land
New rules, newfound love
The sky longing for everything new
Sorrow of Pulaya women Who give pleasure until dawn
Apparently, lower castes are untouchable
Pulayan's daughter is untouchable
The bastards won't touch us.
But as we slowly started to sleep They look for us--
Stop it.
Stop reciting that poem.
Stop it.
I've had enough.
Are you a feminist?
If Nangeli is a feminist, so am I.
She's just like my grandma.
You won't understand anything she says.
When you ask her about food, she starts talking about animals.
Shit.
By the way, it was an awesome poem.
It was a really meaningful prose.
Firebrand.
But the recitation was average.
I love narrating stories.
Would you like to hear one?
Yadhu, it's their nuptial night, right?
We can fix the room downstairs.
For what?
What's wrong with you?
Don't worry about it. Let's hear your story.
Great.
Are you done with the horror story?
What kind of a question is that?
It was an awesome story. They loved it.
Right, Yadhu?
But I didn't like the fact that you left when I was narrating my story.
I thought it'd be lame just like the rest of your stories.
And then she called me.
-I mean, you called me. -So, sister…
have you thought about starting a family?
-What do you mean? -I mean, what about the kids?
Man, we're just getting married.
We will plan it later.
Just tell me. How many kids do you want?
-Two. -Two?
-Bro, she wants two kids. -Yeah.
Shall we begin?
What?
The story.
-Okay. -Sure.
Aji…
Once upon a time, there was a doctor and a professor.
Amir and Alice.
They fell in love and got married.
Their families didn't approve of this marriage.
Just like your families.
Maybe because they went against their family,
they couldn't have a child for a long time after marriage.
They were really sad.
They didn't pray to God for a child.
They believed in science and opted for treatment.
Eventually, they got the result they wanted.
Alice was pregnant.
They were really happy.
Amir was a doctor,
and more importantly, a good husband.
He took good care of his wife.
Alice gave birth to twins.
Two beautiful boys.
They named them…
Ryan and Rahim.
They really looked after the boys.
They were really naughty.
They were now five years old.
They were all living very happy lives.
The kids loved watching movies.
Ryan was a Mohanlal fan, and Rahim, a Mammootty fan.
One day, on a holiday,
Amir and Alice…
were doing some chores on the terrace.
They were reminiscing about their love story
and teasing each other.
Ryan and Rahim
were watching Thacholi Varghese Chekavar on TV.
They got into a fight after the movie ended.
The fight got intense as they reached the kitchen.
They pulled out knives and started fighting.
They were both rooting for their favorite star.
Unfortunately, Ryan missed his mark…
and accidentally stabbed Rahim.
Rahim fell down and started gasping for air.
Rahim's gasping and the pool of blood freaked Ryan out.
Ryan ran outside to hide.
Amir and Alice came down and saw the blood-soaked Rahim.
Amir and Alice…
took their son…
and rushed to the hospital in their car.
But Ryan was hiding under the car.
And no one had noticed that.
Their family must've cursed them.
Bullshit.
This is a copy of some Spanish…
or some other film, right?
I have watched it.
Shit. I can't remember it.
Jithin would've told us the name if he was conscious.
He's knocked out!
What the hell did he drink?
He's sleeping with a bloody blanket.
What the hell was he thinking?
What's this smell?
Yadhu, tell me the truth.
You've got some stuff?
Really?
You really want it?
Not in front of her.
Do you want a beer?
-Not beer. -Something hot?
Yeah.
Sister, we'll just go and have some black tea.
If you want black tea, tell me where the ingredients are.
I will make it for you.
No. No.
You are our guest. We can't make you work for us.
-Right? -True.
-Come, we will go. Walk. -Let's go.
-Himal! They're leaving. -Come on!
-One minute. -What's wrong?
I left my phone behind. I will go get it.
Sis, may I borrow your phone?
-I have to make a call. -Sure.
These idiots never pay their phone bills on time!
I will give it back to Ajith after I'm done.
-Okay. -Hey, look after her, alright?
Is he gone?
Jithin!
-He really is a weird character, right? -Jithin!
-Why are you all like this? -Is he dead?
Gone. He's gone.
He's gone.
-Run away if you wanna live. -What?
-What's wrong? -He is crazy. He stabbed Jithin.
-Stabbed? -Look!
-Hey, Jithin -Yadhu…
-What the hell happened? -I am going to jump.
Hey, don't jump.
-Do you really wanna stay here? -What happened to him?
Have you lost your mind?
Sis, look at him. He got stabbed. He is not moving.
-How? How did he get stabbed? -Give me the phone.
Give me the phone.
Why didn't you take him to the hospital?
My phone--
-Himal, use that phone. -It's not working.
-Is it 100 or 101? -100! 100!
Sis, this is not working.
-The keypad isn't working -This is not working!
The call button's working.
Ajith is downstairs.
-What the hell happened here? -I will call him! Shut up, idiot!
-He must've stabbed Ajith as well. -Who?
-Ajith? -Don't go. He will stab you as well!
What? Who are you calling? Ajith?
The customer you're trying to call is currently unavailable.
Please try again later.
-What the hell is going on here? -Let's go downstairs.
-What about her? -Yadhu…
Let's go to Ajith.
He must've stabbed Ajith. He will stab us all.
-Why would he do that?! -Yadhu!
Where are you going?
Where?
You were trying to escape, right?
Good.
You have two phones?
Did you call the cops?
What did they say?
I have been narrating so many stories all evening!
Sister, you ask them.
Ask them how many stories I've narrated all evening!
But I'm not done yet.
Please have it.
Drink.
Don't worry. It isn't Rum. It's just black tea.
Stop acting like a feminist. Drink it.
I'll give you the drink after I get the phone.
Give it to me!
So, you think I'm not good enough?
Where's Ajith?
Jithin is a really funny guy.
When we were in school,
he came to my house,
took my storybook,
and gave it to my teacher.
Brother…
Don't interrupt me when I am talking!
I hate it! Never do it again, alright?
I won't spare you just because you're a woman.
What was I saying?!
Don't you get how difficult it is to narrate a story?
Where did I stop, bitch?
How dare you fucking interrupt me?!
Shut the fuck up, alright?
Hari bro, you were talking about
how Jithin gave your storybook to your teacher.
Yeah. That's where I left off.
So, without my knowledge, this idiot…
took my book and gave it to my teacher.
The teacher was really impressed.
He wanted to publish it.
I said, "I don't know any publishers.
I don't have any contacts."
The Malayalam teacher knew a poet.
She sent me and Jithin to him.
He was an intellectual man.
He read my stories.
Jithin was with me when I met the poet.
He read all my stories. I could see that he was really disgusted.
He went to a shelf and gave me a book.
Which book was it?
A book by Punathil Kunjabdulla.
He told me to write like him.
But Jithin told him…
"Only Punathil Kunjabdulla can write like Punathil Kunjabdulla."
I can only write like myself, right?
Well, the project was shelved.
They kicked us out because of his arrogance!
But he was right.
I mean, I am not Punathil Kunjabdulla, right?
He is a genius though.
He had written a beautiful line.
"My mother died when I was young.
But I didn't cry…
because I didn't know what death was.
My father died when I had gotten older.
I didn't cry then either.
Because by then, I had understood what death was."
It's superb, right?
Super--
Hey!
Hey, sis, don't cry.
Did I scare you?
I'm really sorry, sister.
I tend to lose my cool sometimes.
Don't be upset.
No one understands the pain of being a writer.
They say that the writer is the backbone of a movie.
It's bullshit.
We know what's the social status of a writer's family, right?
Right, Yadhu?
Which movie is this dialogue from?
Bro…
-Take off. -Yes, you're right!
Finish your tea.
There were some nice stories in that book. Some awesome stories.
I will narrate one right now.
Which one should I narrate?
Yeah, that's an awesome story.
Hari…
Bro--
May I go downstairs as well? I need to pee.
Shut up. You can wait till I finish my story.
I need to pee.
I'll hear your story after I'm done.
Hari bro…
We're here in this situation right now because of your stupid idea…
of peeing when I narrate a story!
Look at him.
You killed Jithin, right?
Hari bro…
How do you have so much urine in your body?
Sister, he has diabetes.
-Bro, I need to pee as well. -You too?
Yeah.
You?
You wanna pee?
Do you really have to go?
I can't control it.
You know what…
Use this.
They say they can make beer from urine.
Well, we're just gonna pee in the bottle.
Jithin loved peeing in bottles!
Here you go. Use this bottle.
Go on!
-No… -Take it.
I'll chop your penis off if you don't pee in this bottle.
Do it!
Oh, you're embarrassed?
Come.
Get up.
Come on, man.
Go on.
Go on, stand here and use the bottle.
Yeah, go on.
I'll give you another bottle if you fill it up.
Hey!
You need to pee as well, right? Wait a minute.
You can go once he's done.
Hurry up!
Yeah, one tends to pee a lot after they drink beer.
Beer gives me bad headaches the next morning if don't drink a lot of water.
Sometimes, when you pee after holding it in for a long time
you feel like you're having an orgasm, right?
You done?
Let me see it.
You "really" needed to pee, right?
So, that was a lie?
Himal, you must drink more water!
You need to look after yourself.
Come on.
Come on. We don't have time for this. I have tonnes of stories to narrate.
I'll narrate another story.
Oh, you wanted to pee as well, right? Come on, sister.
Come on.
Don't you wanna pee?
Yadhu, you wanted to pee, right?
No?
Please fill this bottle.
-No, it's okay. -No? Come on! Take the bottle.
Take it.
Bro, my phone…
-Phone? -What?
You want your phone?
Tell him, Jithin!
Tell him that I'll stab him if continues asking these stupid questions!
Tell them, Jithin.
Tell them to not mess with me!
Yadhu, I'm not kidding.
PUBG addiction is a real problem.
You'll damage your eyesight.
You may have to wear glasses as Himal does.
I'm telling you this because I care about you.
Hey, sis, don't fall in love, alright?
Ajith didn't get it.
But I think he gets it now.
Everything is a scam.
That's my opinion.
Let's continue with the story.
So…
I was in a relationship when I was in college.
I thought she was the one I'd marry.
But somebody else married her.
The funny thing is,
we were friends even after college.
Everything was perfect.
But one day, she didn't reply to my message on Facebook.
But she was online till 1:00 a.m.
I was mature guy.
But it really hurt me.
One day, I asked her…
who she was talking to at night.
She started crying about the same crap. "Hari, you don't trust me."
She kept crying.
But things didn't change.
1:00 a.m. became 2:00 a.m., that's all.
I couldn't bear it.
I hacked her Facebook account.
I wanted to know what was happening.
She was chatting with a guy named Ashi every night.
And these were romantic messages.
What does that make me?
You know what?
I was gonna quit my dream and take up a job in the Gulf.
Who did I become?
By the way, who asked me if I'd watched Pariyerum Perumal?
Do you think this is a caste problem?
Is it?
Sister, you tell me.
Is this a caste issue?
I am serious, sister.
Is this a caste issue?
What do you think, sis?
I am from a lower caste. That's the reason I asked this question.
Jithin, you know Achu's story, right?
The girl who loved me, talked to Ashi, and married Rajesh?
She once told me that we're "not a match".
Our castes don't match.
Our colors don't match.
No match. No match. No match.
I had delivered a great punchline the day she dumped me.
"We use white toilet paper to clean our black ass!"
The guy who said it wasn't really a good man.
Hey!
Should I tell them about the other incident?
The temple pool incident?
Shall I?
Ask me what incident I'm talking about?!
What incident?
I won't tell you.
You're immature.
You will gossip about it.
You will create problems.
Anyway, I don't care.
Sister, you should hear it.
When I told these guys the story about Master…
Was it you?
He and Ajith.
You know what they said?
I had portrayed women badly.
I might give the wrong ideas to the audience.
Tell me…
There are so many good characters in a movie, right?
But idiots like these will nitpick minute details…
and discuss those.
Sister, if the audience was gonna be influenced by bad movies or bad stories
90% of them would already be influenced.
I am a writer.
Do you realize how many restrictions there are when I write a story?
"Don't write this. Don't write that.
Don't do this. Don't do that."
You must understand one thing.
If you watch a bad movie,
you only talk about the actor.
Why?
You will get attention only if you talk about a superstar.
You won't utter a word about the writer.
Why?
Because nobody knows who the writer is!
That's all I want!
When you see a bad film,
please talk about the writer at least when you criticize it!
Hari, we didn't criticize you. Why are you doing this?
Let me finish.
I… I wrote a story a long time ago.
Not that one…
I will make it simple.
Suppose…
this is my story.
There's a married couple.
Leela and Louis.
One day, Louis…
went to a bar and got sloshed as he sat at the bar.
One guy came to Louis
and bad-mouthed his wife.
He said things like, "Leena has a secret affair."
Louis lost his cool…
because his masculinity was questioned.
What did he do?
He drank a lot more, went home to his wife and started hitting her.
He really thrashed her.
Leena was bleeding!
Her arms and legs were swollen.
Leena took her child and ran away to her brother.
She told her brother what had happened.
What did he do?
He asked some people to accompany him and went to Louis to settle the issue.
They tried to compromise, but they couldn't.
The situation got worse.
Leena's brother and Louis started fighting.
Louis broke a bottle and stabbed him in the stomach.
The brother died.
His wife lost her husband.
His son lost his father.
Louis went to jail.
And Leena was alone.
A few years later, the brother's son wanted revenge.
He started looking for Louis.
Will he get it?
Will it work?
-Answer me! -No…
Can we write a story like this now?
Why?
Let me give you a recap.
Firstly,
a guy bad-mouths Leena in the bar.
Then Louis beats up Leena…
which leads to the fight and the stabbing.
And Louis dies.
Do you get it?
My dear Yadhu…
I am sad.
Because I can't write a story like this.
I am sad, sister.
Eat this.
Eat it.
Go on.
When we met the poet…
and he asked me to write like someone else,
Jithin stood up for me.
But today he's asking me…
to write like Syam Pushkaran.
Only he can write like him, right?
I can only write like myself, right?
If I write like him, it will be plagiarism, right?
I'll be honest. The horror story I narrated
was inspired by Nayarettan's story.
But the rest of the stories are all mine!
You guys always alienate me!
This isn't a new experience for me.
You know, sis?
When I was in school…
a teacher asked me what my name was.
I told her it was Hari.
She mocked me by asking me if it was Hari or Harijan.
I'm not kidding.
I swear.
I had won a story writing competition in school.
A teacher asked me…
"Did you really write it?"
I smiled.
But if she would've asked me that question today, I would've asked her,
"Why can't I?"
There was a male teacher.
His name was Manoj.
He had once said,
"Your skin is really dark.
You know what,
if you put oil all over your body, your skin will turn white."
I was really happy…
because I thought that he was fond of me.
But he was just mocking me.
The funny thing is,
his skin was equally dark!
You know what their problem is?
The real reason for their annoying behavior?
Do you know, sis?
Do you know, Yadhu?
-Answer me! -Caste.
Yeah.
Caste.
But they don't say it!
They judge you.
They're prejudiced.
It's a status passed down through legacy.
Do you know what's funny, sis?
You should know it.
The funny thing is…
the name of our caste is bad and offensive.
But the name of Ajith's caste…
is a crown for him.
You think you can just marry him and be a part of his family?
Come on!
Look at me.
My caste is a swear word for my friends and my roommates.
Right, Yadhu?
I just don't fucking care though.
Sister, I'm really sorry for cursing.
It just slipped out.
Yadhu, give me that cigarette.
Check your pockets. I think you have it.
Yes, give me.
Do you smoke, sis?
Do you smoke?
Give me the lighter.
Yeah, go on.
Light the cigarette, Yadhu.
Come on.
There's a power cut.
Sister, you look worried.
I know you are.
There are ways to relax.
One is what we usually do.
Take a drag.
And the second is…
masturbation.
Yadhu, do you wanna do it?
Try it.
Don't worry.
Sorry, sis, I forgot you were here.
Yadhu, you want a drag?
Here, take one.
Go on, man!
Yeah, inhale it!
Yes, that's right.
Mr. PUBG, you delivered a dialogue, right?
I had loved it. Let's hear it again.
That dialogue from the anti-smoking ad that plays in movie theaters.
The one that goes, "Your lungs are like sponges."
"Smoking is injurious to health."
Smo--
No, no! The Tamil version! Go on!
Come on, man!
I wanna hear it.
Hurry up! I need to start narrating the next story!
I knew it would fall off.
Give me that.
That was fun.
Nose ring.
Don't be scared, sis.
You are safe.
You are really beautiful.
Ajith is a lucky guy.
He got to see a dead body today as well.
Is he really dead?
I am not sure.
Don't be sad, sis.
Are you tired? Is it because you haven't slept?
Don't be scared.
You can sleep here if you wanna get some sleep.
They'll be listening to a few more stories, right?
Shall we begin?
You may lie down, sis.
Go on!
Okay, you'll have to hear my story if you're not gonna sleep.
My grandma used to narrate stories when I was a child.
She tries to do it sometimes, but no one gets what she says anymore.
She's lost all her teeth.
Anyway, let's begin. Pay attention, alright?
No visual. Only narration.
I will ask questions after I'm done, alright?
If you don't give me the right answer, you will end up like him.
It was a long time ago, when I was in school,
the English teacher would ask us after he was done with the class,
"Any more questions?"
That's a question.
And the answer to that question will also be a question.
But no one would have any questions because we were all scared.
We were all allergic to English.
This situation reminded me of that.
Anyway, forget about it.
Come to the point.
I am addressing the ones who criticize me.
The ones who love performing a post-mortem on my stories.
My living…
and dead friends.
You want natural…
blood-scented…
realistic stories, right?
You'll get it.
You can judge if I'm good enough after you hear this story.
Mr. Yadhu, please listen to this story!
And tell me if I am good enough.
Let's begin.
We're all ready, right?
Sister, you are ready, right?
Story, yes.
Five young men live together in an old dilapidated house.
It's almost similar to this setup.
They're living decent lives.
They don't have many problems.
But there is a problem.
That's a different issue.
Full enjoyment.
Partying, drinking, they used to do it all.
But they all had a problem with the fifth guy.
They treated him differently.
They tried to alienate and blame him.
For example…
Yeah.
If they bought chicken,
and if the fifth guy took a piece more than he was supposed to,
that was a huge problem.
They accused him of being greedy.
They didn't have a problem if any of the other four did it.
The eldest guy in the house could take a shit in the kitchen
and no one would bat an eyelid.
But they used to pick on the fifth guy.
Be it a party,
be it a game,
they were always partial.
He'd be the last one every time!
We're all the same, right?
We have two legs,
two hands,
two eyes,
two ears,
two skins…
Here me out, alright.
I'm sorry, I'm drifting away from the point.
Sorry, sis.
So, in a home where five friends live together,
four of them pick on one of their mates.
They think that the fifth guy doesn't know
about what they do and what they say about him.
One night…
they were all together.
Four of them, actually.
One of them went to the market to buy some meat.
In the absence of the fifth guy,
they discussed and finalized the method of cooking the meat.
One of them suggested frying it.
The other suggested making a curry.
The third one suggested roasting it.
The fifth guy gave his opinion as well.
"Let's eat it raw."
The others swore at him.
Bullied him.
They finally made a decision.
To make a curry with fried coconut.
So that they could enjoy a fried dish as well as the curry.
But there was a problem.
Who will eat it first?
Everybody started fighting for the first place.
"Me first, me first, me first."
The fifth guy said it as well,
"Me first."
He had a reason for saying it.
They had never let him go first.
But the other four stood against it.
They were not willing to let him go first.
He pleaded and begged them.
But they had made their decision.
He was never gonna be first.
When he understood he won't get it, he let it go.
The four started fighting amongst themselves,
"Me first, me first, me first."
Argument, fighting,
words, sword, stabbing.
They stabbed the first guy for a bloody piece of meat.
Just for a piece of meat.
Awful!
It was really awful.
So, Yadhu, do you feel this story is a rip-off as well?
Tell me if you do, alright?
Don't worry.
May I continue?
So, they stabbed him for a piece of meat.
They killed one of them just because they wanted to be the first one to eat it.
Meanwhile, the guy who had gone out to buy the meat…
I told you about him, right?
He was looking for good meat
but he just couldn't find it.
They were all selling broiler meat.
He couldn't find fresh meat.
He was upset because he couldn't get good meat.
But out of nowhere,
a very traditional girl hopped onto his bike
and asked him to drive.
They are coming, my dear friends. They are coming!
What about this story? It was amazing, right?
Any suggestions?
HARI'S MOM
Yeah, Mom?
Yeah, it's me.
Jithin's sleeping.
I was writing.
No, that's the old one.
I'm writing a new script.
I'm almost done.
-Yeah, I will, Mom. -Me first!
-Me first! Me first! -Yeah, I'll tell you when I meet you.
-Me first! Me first! -Where's Dad? Did you have dinner?
Don't worry. I'll be there soon.
Okay.
Hey, your food is ready.
Gobble it up.
Hari…
Yeah?
Hey!
I saw a guy on the coconut tree next to our bathroom when I was bathing.
What?
Did he see your junk?
He would've fainted if he saw it.
Really? Why haven't you fainted?
Is this a Bromin's popadam?
No, it's a lower caste popadam.
Thug life, man.