Samarppanam Page #4

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The new person will take charge immediately.

Please hand over all the related files to him.

And then, tomorrow morning, the body will be released to the family.

...attempt to manhandle media persons by Deputy Superintendent Chandrakanth.

Considering the protest and complaints lodged by the journalists' union...

Kanthi, come!

...Chandrakanth Sharma was removed from Krishna's case and suspended from service.

Mistakes have been reported in the forensic surgeon's samples.

-All well? -Fine.

It has become very convenient for those who want to scuttle Krishna's case.

One more in the list of suicides and accidental deaths.

That's all.

We need to think about what we can do now.

We can do practically nothing...

We know what really happened to Krishna.

Knowing and proving are two different things, Madam.

I am leaving.

You take it.

Okay.

It is natural.

Anyone who works sincerely will be disappointed.

I'm afraid that, in this condition, he may make things more complicated.

No.

He will come back from this condition.

Many bodies have passed through these hands.

I feel something I have not felt for any of them.

Why should you know?

Do not try to know.

Something beyond reason is touching you.

Just surrender to it.

They will take her body tomorrow.

Let them take the body.

Sankaretta...

-Fine, I hope. -Yes, fine.

Is this the program from now on?

What else is there to do?

No body...

No test results.

We can't do a damn thing here.

Things are not yet totally out of our hands.

Once the body is cremated tomorrow,

are you planning to experiment with the ashes by the roadside?

I am not beating anyone to confession.

Then how did the sharp-brained forensic surgeon

juggle the samples?

Kanthi...

I did that deliberately.

I sent the real samples to another lab.

I have those results with me.

Now I can't do anything.

I'm under suspension.

You do things impulsively.

Now I'm in the wrong.

Are you trying to impress your dear cosmetic surgeon?

Getting drunk is not an excuse to talk nonsense.

I need Dr. Aravindan's help in certain things.

He has agreed to come to the hospital this evening.

I have kept everything ready in the lab.

Aravindan, you just need to come here soon.

Had dinner?

No...

I've not eaten anything.

Okay, I'll bring some food.

Yes.

Just hold on a minute.

Let me see if the security is there.

Aravindan, come quickly.

Dinner is ready.

I will solve the case without anyones help.

Tell your doctor lady.

Kanthi doesn't have to cut up the dead body to solve a case.

Tell her to go behind the Paala flowers and fairy tales.

Let her take the green doctor with her too.

Dinner.

What if I don't want your food?

It is mold or fungi spores.

In which part of the body did you see this?

It has spread on both of Krishna's hands.

Any exits other than the front door?

There's an emergency exit at the back of the mortuary.

The subscriber you have dialed is not accepting any calls...

Go and have a wash.

Tonight, I shall sleep in Krishna's room.

No one should come this side. Go back.

Stop fibbing. Give way.

It's the laboratory there.

A lab for my experiments with nature.

My private universe of plants,

flowers, and my own eccentricities.

Balan does not let anyone in there.

Shin zen bi.

Sathyam, Shivam, Sundaram.

Bonsais are a harmonious union of all three.

I am also fond of trees, plants, and flowers.

But...

they should all grow freely.

Stalling their growth is like killing them.

Not killing...

Only controlling their growth.

Look...

No old age, no graying, no ugliness.

Bonsai are Yayatis who have gained eternal youth.

Bonsai were very dear to my wife.

If so, can we justify

killing for a noble cause?

There are situations

which make you feel that it is not wrong.

No one has the right to take another persons life.

Look around.

Giving and taking life

are the most natural things happening.

In nature and in society.

Rulers and rebels kill.

The rich and the poor do the same.

Religions...

Nature...

Even love takes away so many lives.

Every day, millions of creatures reach our dining tables as food.

Humans have taken so many lives

in the name of fun and conquests.

Nishagandhis are twins.

It is said that if you take away one,

its pair in another part of the world will die.

Let us see if we can save both.

She blossoms only once in a year.

And only for one night.

Do not forget to see it.

No.

-Arent these Paala flowers? -No. Neem flowers.

Are you sure?

We do this every year.

See, a leech has bitten my sons hand. Please help.

Let me see.

It does not hurt, does it? Then why are you crying?

Have you heard of the god Dhanwanthari?

In his one hand is a leech, and...

in the other, ambrosia.

Then what is there to fear?

-Whose stall is this? -Dr. Aravindans.

Arent you coming this side?

Is Kanthi there?

He called me.

He has gone to the secret den of the blood-organ racket

to retrieve Krishnas diary.

Dont worry. He will reach me by and by.

They snatched Krishnas bag,

followed her,

pushed her in front of the train and killed her.

But Kanthi...

what about the loss of blood before the train hit her?

The white flowers from the tissue?

Kanthi, my intuition is not on that track.

Is your ego not allowing you to admit that

I have cracked Krishnas murder case?

Aravindan.

I've escaped from those goons

and reached the slopes of the hill near the railway track.

Tell me the way from here.

I have to meet you urgently.

Come down and turn right.

You will see a junction.

-Just make it there. -Yes, I shall.

You go and fetch him.

I will be there.

Are the preparations for the flower show done?

All done, sir.

We must win the prize this time too.

We will, sir.

And the preparations for the Dhanwanthari pooja?

All finished, Master.

Okay. You may go.

Sprained my leg.

Very painful to walk.

First...

Let this soma rasa go in.

It is a specially mixed ayurvedic medicine.

In the beginning...

I suspected you in Krishna's death.

Krishnas diary is in this bag.

The leech will fall off on its own.

Once it's had its fill of blood.

Neem flowers.

I said I would examine you in detail later, remember?

Don't you remember the story by Oscar Wilde?

The nightingale who pressed sharp thorns to its breast

and turned the white rose into a red one with its own lifeblood

When the girl rejected even that flower,

the poor bird was heartbroken.

Aravindan.

Kanthi.

You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn.

Your life blood must flow into my veins...

and you become mine.

You must remove this before you take it to the exhibition.

Don't forget that.

Aren't all the arrangements over?

Ask them to begin.

I have some work to finish here.

No one should disturb me.

This should reach the hall today.

No...

You go.

Blood is life.

It should not be shed in the name of silly tiffs.

Where are you taking this?

Where did you get this from? Where is Aravindan?

Where is Aravindan?

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