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Everything alright, Priya?
-Sure? -Yeah.
Good.
I'll see. Don't worry.
-Drink your milk, okay? -Yeah.
Who was at the door, Dad?
Dad?
Dad!
Please!
You don't know who I am,
but you will definitely know my daughter Megha.
Remember the four kids who died in the fire accident at the AKK Hospital?
My daughter Megha was one of them.
Remember her?
That hospital is owned by your friend, right?
That jerk got greedy for the insurance money and set the hospital on fire.
And then what did you do?
You did your very best and buried the truth to protect him.
Want to see the result of your hard work?
Can you look at it?
I'm sorry.
No!
Please don't hurt the baby.
So, only your own deserve love?
Is it okay if something happens to our kids?
Is it okay if they die?
I'm sorry.
Is that it?
Is that it?!
Hello, sir. This is the third trip so far.
-A total of 560 kilos. -How much?
It will be 1500 rupees, sir.
It's easier to get them from a scrapyard.
I'm finding it difficult to pick up every paper on the street, sir.
What do you do with all the newspapers anyway?
-Why do you care? -Sorry, sir.
Take this.
Let me know if you need anything else.
-Okay. Let's unload. -Okay, sir.
Come on, hurry!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Eight bags!
-Hey, help me take these to my room. -Okay, sir.
Come on.
"Sagar"?
-How many times have I told you -Dad, no! No!
-not to take up journalism, Sagar? -No! Please, Dad!
-Please don't tear it, Dad. Dad, stop! -How many times do I have to tell you?
Why don't you listen to me, Sagar?
I said no, right?
-No. I said no. -Shit!
Have you gone completely insane, Dad?!
Do you have to rip every paper that you find?
I told you not to take up journalism.
Satya Murthy should've killed you instead of Anjali.
Sagar!
-Our lives would've been better! -Do you understand what you're saying?
Mom, first lock him up in his room.
Don't let him out.
-Take him away from here! -Ask him to stop journalism!
-Come with me. -Take him away, Mom.
-Please explain it to him, Madhavi. -Okay.
-Tell him not to take up journalism. -I'll tell him. Come with me.
NAGARJUNA SAGAR ON THE RISE
Sagar, have you gone mad?!
How could you...?
-Mom, why did you come inside? -What's all this?
What's with all the newspapers?
Mom, go down. I'll explain later.
I want to know how these newspapers ended up here.
I'm researching for an article, Mom. That's all.
Is this how research is done?
No, Sagar.
Throw them out. Hurry up and throw them out.
-Mom! -No, Sagar...
Why are you getting so worked up? What's wrong?
You don't know how it is, Sagar.
This...
Your grandfather would do the same.
Oh, no! I'm terrified!
Mom, what happened? Why are you scared?
What happened to Grandpa?
Oh, no!
What is it?
The same thing happened to your grandfather.
What happened to Grandpa?
Sagar...
After our marriage, whenever I'd ask your dad about his father,
he'd avoid the topic and ask me to never bring him up.
That is why I haven't told you about him.
When the symptoms of Alzheimer's set in,
he thought that someday, you should know the truth.
So he called me and said,
"I might not remember. So you must tell him this."
Tell me what?
Your grandfather was also a journalist.
The newspaper that he worked at had to be shut down for some reason.
After that, he started his own newspaper.
But within a few months of it starting,
members of his family started dying.
His mother.
His father.
His younger brother.
Watching his loved ones dying right in front of his eyes...
made him mentally unstable.
Day and night,
he'd pick up papers from the street and fill the room with them.
Just how this room is right now.
One day, your dad came home from school.
-Nobody answered the door. -Dad... Dad...
When he opened the window and looked,
the house was filled with newspapers.
Your grandfather stood in the center of them all,
poured kerosene all over his body...
set himself on fire...
and burned to death along with the newspapers.
Watching his father burn to ashes in front of his eyes...
made your dad believe that newspapers were the reason behind his death.
The deaths in the family stopped with his father's suicide.
As a six-year-old, all your dad knew was that newspapers caused his father's death.
In his mind, journalism means his father's death.
That is why he didn't become a journalist.
It's also why he doesn't want you to be one.
He is afraid that you'll face the same fate as his father.
What is my grandfather's name?
Bhupati Varma.
Seeing all this is terrifying me, as well.
-Good morning, sir. -Yeah, Satya.
Sir, the convocation is happening today. Just a gentle reminder.
The Minister is also on his way.
I hope you're coming.
I'll be there. I am coming.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I said those things earlier in a fit of rage.
I'll never speak like that again.
I promise.
I love you, Mom.
Why are you saying it all of a sudden?
I'm running late for the function.
I'll get going.
Say you'll be back soon.
Where are we going, dear?
It's a surprise, Mom.
How long?
Just half an hour.
Yeah, Ranga.
Ma'am, Koti's DNA report won't be ready for another four days.
We could bring in his wife Kala to identify him but she's missing.
They're saying that she fled with her kids overnight.
Okay. Inform me as soon as you have the DNA reports.
Also, find out where Koti's wife is.
Okay, ma'am.
Mom, close your eyes.
-What is this, Kranthi? -Please! Just for two minutes.
Don't open them until I tell you to.
Come on! Close them!
-Mom, keep your eyes closed, okay? -Okay.
Open them now.
Kranthi.
Why did you bring me here?
I'm getting this house converted into a stay-in house.
I thought I'd show it to you.
I told you to sell this house, right?
I came here with the intention to sell.
But once I walked in,
I just couldn't do it, Mom.
Kranthi!
I can't enter this house.
Take me away from here, Kranthi.
Mom?
I know that this house reminds you of all those that have died.
But this house reminds me that my mom made it alive out of here.
-Kranthi... -Mom.
Come in and take a look once.
If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave right away.
Okay?
Welcome home, ma'am.
Mom, this is Sudha. Interior designer.
Hello, ma'am.
Ninety percent of the work is done, ma'am.
If it weren't for the rain, we would've wrapped by now.
A door fell off the frame this morning due to the rain.
-That needs to be fixed, that's all. -Okay.
Please come in.
-Bring her inside. -Okay, ma'am.
Sagar, where have you been?
You haven't been to work in four days.
Sir...
-I'm resigning. -What?!
Are you crazy?
Sir...
I'm not the right guy for this job.
You started this paper to bring only truth to the people.
That is why I'm saying I'm not the right guy for this job.
-But, Sagar... -Sir.
I know that it isn't professional to resign all of a sudden,
but that is why I wish to recommend a person as my replacement.
Who is he?
That's you on the elderly man's lap, right, ma'am?
The books, things, and photographs from the Independence time...
Every piece carries a chapter of history, ma'am.
I found these documents on the shelves upstairs.
I don't know if they're important or not.
-You'd better have a look. -Sure.
-I'll get back to you, ma'am. -Yeah.
MLA RAGHAVAYYA'S HOUSEMAID COMMITS SUICIDE.
KALPANA SARIPADU.
-Mom... -Yeah?
What is it, Kranthi?
Take a look at this.
What is this?
Bank application form under Kalpana's name.
Look in the center.
She has done a fingerprint signature.
Yeah.
The root cause of the tragedy our family endured was Kalpana's suicide letter.
If she couldn't read or write,
how did she write a suicide letter?
Not possible.
Sorry, ma'am. I had to take this call.
It was my family.
Ma'am, I've sent the fallen door from upstairs to the carpenter.
-I have one of its latches. -Leave it there.
Okay, ma'am.
Didn't you tell me that all the latches here are made of brass?
Yes, ma'am.
Brass doesn't catch rust.
This one's rusted. This is iron.
A latch isn't usually this loose.
-Which room is this latch from? -The one upstairs, ma'am.
The first one, to the left, beside the staircase.
One second.
Mom...
In which room did Grandpa and the others commit suicide?
In the same room to the left, Kranthi.
Someone had this latch made of iron on purpose.
-Hello. -Ranga, where are you?
I'm in the office, ma'am.
-I need you to do something. -Tell me.
There are racks filled with old case files in the backside room, right?
Yes, ma'am.
There's a red file in there with case no. 1CS 8457.
-Okay? -Okay, ma'am.
Give that to Vijay.
Tell him to come to my location immediately.
Okay, ma'am.
Case no. 1CS 8457.
RAGHAVAYYA
KALPANA
Mom, let's assume Grandpa and the others really did rape Kalpana.
Then he could've used his power and money...
and easily gotten away with it, right?
Why did he commit suicide?
To date, when there's a room with locked doors
and someone is found hanging inside,
we assume that it's suicide.
That's what happened back then.
Police broke the door and entered the room.
They ruled it out as an open-and-shut case.
But, the latch is made of iron, Mom.
It can be easily operated from the outside using a magnet.
This isn't an open-and-shut case, Mom.
Well...
-Sudha, -Ma'am.
-get me a rope. -Sure, ma'am.
-Welcome to our college, sir. -Thank you.
-Welcome, sir. -Thank you so much.
-The Minister will be here in ten minutes. -Okay, Satya.
Thanks for coming, sir.
Well, did you think about the job offer?
What's there to think, sir?
I'm waiting for the day that I'll get to work with you.
Okay.
Let's see if you'll stick to this decision after my speech.
These two knots aren't the same.
I've investigated a lot of suicide cases where the knot looked like this.
Why does this knot look different?
Is a knot made with the right hand different from a knot made with the left?
I don't know, ma'am.
But, one of my workers is a leftie.
Srinu...
-Ma'am... -Come here and take a look.
-Tie this into a noose. -Okay, ma'am.
These two are the same.
Mom, do you recall anyone in our family being left-handed?
No, Kranthi.
Only a left-hander could've done all this.
Somebody did this.
What would they have gained from committing these murders?
This guy is a left-hander.
CHAKRAPANI
Chakrapani.
I think I've seen him somewhere, Mom.
-Welcome to our college, sir. -Yeah.
He's the founder of the "Praja Vakku" party.
He's the grandfather of Minister Chakravarthy.
In the year 1962,
he was the first person to contest against my grandfather.
When my grandfather passed away, he won by default.
So, it was Chakrapani who gained something from my Grandfather's death.
But for one person to kill ten people...
and manipulate all the evidence,
he definitely must have had help.
RAMANA GHOSH
-Ranga... -Ma'am.
Remember you told me about Ajay Ghosh's grandfather?
Yes, ma'am.
Do you know his name by any chance?
It's Ramana Ghosh, ma'am.
-Ranga... -Ma'am.
Any connection between "Praja Vakku" party founder Chakrapani and Ramana Ghosh?
Could be, ma'am.
They say in the department
that Chakrapani made it big with the support of Ramana Ghosh.
Okay, Ranga.
You come fast.
Chakrapani and Ramana Ghosh together...
have framed your grandfather and the others to seem guilty.
How did they convince so many people, Mom?
Well...
This is...
"Bhupati Varma Avuduri."
Bhupati Varma Avuduri.
Bhupati Varma Avu...
"Bhupati Varma Avuduri."
This name...
Sagar Varma Avuduri.
Sagar!
Hello.
A small clarification.
Is there anyone in your family with the name Bhupati Varma Avuduri?
Nobody can hide the truth, Kranthi.
It will come out eventually.
Yes. Bhupati Varma is my grandfather.
And Minister Chakravarthy...
is the grandson of Chakrapani, the founder of the "Praja Vakku" party.
All of this started with them.
This Domino Effect, dating back 60 years, has caught up with me now.
Now its end is in my hands.
Sagar, what?! Don't do anything stupid again.
This won't stop with me dying, Kranthi.
I need to inspire at least one person to change.
I have hundreds of future journalists in front of me.
What I'm about to do will inspire at least one person to change.
I have to do it.
-I have to. -Sagar! What are you going to do?
Hello, Sa...
Mr. Raghavaiah, I've sent you an article regarding the AKK Hospital.
Please publish it by tomorrow morning.
It's very important.
Dad?
Dad!
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
That hospital mishap was my fault.
I'm really sorry.
Please leave me! Please!
-Whatever happened at the hospital... -Hospital?!
What the hell! Hospital?!
You don't know who I am, do you?
Do you remember Amrutha?
Your husband's PA.
My wife.
That fricking rascal! Your husband screwed my wife!
Let me show you one thing.
Hold it.
Play it. Come on.
Watch it.
Tapas...
That day, you asked who the father was, right?
You want to know?
It's Sagar.
I didn't get to know his true colors until I got pregnant.
I can't live with the guilt of having cheated on you.
Tapas, the kind of pain you'd feel if I die...
I want Sagar to experience that kind of pain.
You must...
kill his wife...
and his unborn baby.
Please do this for me.
Please, Tapas. It's my last wish.
Where do you think you're going?
Oh, shit!
Journo Global 2022 topper of the batch and gold medalist...
Mr. Satya Kodinella.
Mr. Bollem Ranadheesh.
Ms. Mahathi Pola.
-Congrats! -Thank you, sir.
Mr. Ayush Agarwal.
Mr. Bharat Bhushan.
-Ms. Keerthy Cherukuri. -Congratulations!
Ms. Sowjanya Varlabati.
Ms. Malladi Indira.
Mr. Raju Alapu.
Ms. Anu Kovi.
Mr. Karthik Muralidhar.
Ms. Asha Latha.
Mr. Fayaz Basha.
Thank you so much, sir.
Now, the keynote speaker you're eagerly waiting for...
Mr. Sagar will address the gathering.
Hey!
-What is it? -Take a look, sir.
Hey! Open the door!
Come on out!
No!
I said, come on out!
Come on out, you witch!
-No! -You witch! Come on out!
Journalism.
One of the most respected and principled jobs in the world.
If a person wants to change the world,
there's no greater weapon than being a journalist.
We all have the same motive.
To tell the truth.
It's not about how many pages you write.
Journalism is about the number of truths you expose.
Isn't it true?
It may not seem like a big task to you.
But it's not that simple.
It takes a lot of honesty and dedication to make it happen.
Many journalists move in the wrong direction...
due to political pressure and greed for money.
I am one of them.
Many of you view me as a role model.
I'm sorry to disappoint you all.
I've made a lot of mistakes.
I've buried the truth and delivered lies.
It was all just profit and loss for me.
That's all.
The fame and power that I have today...
Money, whatever it is...
This is how I built my empire.
Looking at all of you...
I see the future of journalism.
It's in the wrong hands now.
You have to change that.
Only tell the truth even if it means losing your life.
And if you can't do it, if you don't have the guts, don't be in journalism.
Many politicians like him will try to corrupt you.
They will threaten you.
They will lure you with money. But hold your ground.
-This rascal... This bloody rascal... -Sagar! Hey!
I've committed half of my mistakes for him.
Hey!
He has taken advantage of many journalists...
-Hey! -like me to get to this position.
-In the last election, -What has happened to him?!
I ran the campaign on behalf of his party.
I wrote positive articles about him.
I hid all the wrongdoings of his family.
And I have taken money to do all this.
Till now, you must've listened to many speeches and forgotten all about them.
That is why I don't want this speech to be easy to forget.
I'm going to make it memorable for all of you.
What I'm about to do should inspire change in at least one of you.
I just want at least one of you to change.
Sagar, no!
-Call the ambulance. -Okay, ma'am.
MINISTER CHAKRAVARTHY BRUTALLY MURDERED
Minister Chakravarthy was brutally murdered.
Journalist Sagar Varma beats him to death
in the presence of the media and the public.
Confessing his crimes as a journalist
and exposing hidden truths about Minister Chakravarthy,
he said that he hoped to bring change in at least one person with this act.
He charged at the Minister with a mic stand.
Mr. Chakravarthy was declared dead on the spot.
-Satya! -Sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm really sorry, Dad.
-I'm really sorry, Dad. -It's okay, Son.
Hello.
Am I speaking to Mr. Chandra Murthy?
Yes, sir. And you are?
CENTRAL JAIL VISAKHAPATNAM
How are you feeling now?
It's okay. I'm getting better.
I've spoken to the lawyer.
He said that the court won't buy the paranormal angle.
We should argue that your mental condition has been unstable since Anjali's death...
and apply for bail on insanity grounds.
Well done, Kranthi.
I must thank you for assigning this case to me, sir.
Personally, this case has helped me a lot.
I mean, what happened to my family...
It has been bothering me since I was a kid.
Now I've found closure.
I'm feeling very relieved, sir.
Kranthi, all this happened by chance.
And everything just fell into place.
We have many such pending cases.
They're all linked to supernatural and paranormal causes.
I believe that you can solve them all.
I've formed a special task force team.
You should lead the team.
And...
this is your next case.
Thank you, sir.