Attention Please (2021) Movie Script

1
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!
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
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!
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.
I am the dog.
Right?
I am the dog, right?
And who killed me?
Who's the killer?
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.
Jithin.
Jithin.
Jithin.
He is not moving.
Is he dead?
Are you dead?
Are you?
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
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!
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?
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.