Hey, did you have tea?
What are you doing?
You're obsessed with Sankasur.
Stop it.
It's time for Babdya to pay for his sins.
He deserves punishment.
You'll punish him, right?
I wrote you a letter with his name.
I just don't understand why people are cruel.
They can choose to be nice.
They don't fear god.
What's going on?
- Nothing. - Who are you talking to?
Sankasur.
He's my friend.
Please stop.
Sankasur is always on your mind.
You can't think of anything else.
No more Sankasur.
Mom...
Mom, stop.
Please don't throw that.
Mom, you told me
he's my friend.
I have no other friend.
Please don't chuck the trunk.
Mom, don't...
Get over this madness.
Find a job.
You're a grown man now.
This trunk can't stay here.
If not god, you must fear demons.
I am Sankasur!
Sankasur!
'It's time for Babdya to pay for his sins.'
'He deserves punishment.'
Hey Babdya, did you see that?
Come, catch me! Catch me!
Hey, catch me!
Come! Come!
Let it go!
Let it go! Let it go!
Mom, Babdya is dead.
I know Sankasur punished him.
He maintains justice in the village.
Mom, please don't leave me.
The villagers don't respect me.
Everyone berates me.
Only Sankasur listens to me.
He's my friend.
I was a new joinee in the school.
He was a good chap.
Kids used to call him rug rat.
He'd get angry
but wouldn't retaliate.
Then his father died
and he stopped talking.
A talkative child went silent.
He'd keep tom himself.
How did his father die?
During Shimga.
The school was closed
so I don't know much.
But I'd heard he drowned to his death.
Then his mother became concerned.
I suggested her to
take him to a psychiatric hospital in Ratnagiri.
That was our last meeting.
Extremely intelligent man.
Surprised, right?
You're also like others
who think a psychiatric facility is a mental hospital.
His mom brought him here.
He's too quiet, doesn't talk much.
He had violent episodes.
She gave many details.
But I knew
she wasn't telling the whole truth.
Wonder why though.
She was scared of something.
But I didn't judge.
Considering what he went through,
I felt pity for him.
He face grave atrocity,
yet he was deeply affected by
the atrocities faced by his mother.
He was here for almost a year.
There was no significant change in him.
His mom would visit him occasionally.
But she didn't come one month.
I recall
he visited his mom in March.
Nobody's going to let it go.
Crazy rat!
He's here for Holi.
It got crazy.
How's it going? How's that part going?
Mom...
Mom!
Vishwas, I know you're eager to nab the killer
but I don't think arresting him will help.
He killed 15 people.
Maybe more.
He didn't, the Sankasur in his mind.
Vishwas, he's not the culprit but a victim
harassed by the society.
Have you heard of mold growing fruits?
No.
What's the shape of a watermelon?
When the watermelon is growing,
if it's moulded in cube shape,
it takes that form.
Same goes with kids.
Given the environment
and society's mold they grow in,
they're shaped accordingly.
In this case, he faced a sordid upbringing.
He witnessed constant violence,
social atrocities,
and constant failure.
He remained a defeated ordinary man.
Fed up of this failure, a hero was born.
Based on your description,
that hero is Sankasur.
You see, Vishwas,
when a person lacks
courage to counter injustice,
he conjures a new personality.
That is the case of MID
Multiple Identity Disorder.
When will the other personality arise?
Trigger.
Any incident,
or instance
or sound
or smell
that as impacted the patient deeply...
Is it possible for that personality to get activated only once a year?
It's rare
but it's possible.
Not a certain season or day,
there should be something else
with that particular day.
That day and some other stimulus.
Good news! Good news!
A grand palkhi dance competition will be held in Devtali village.
Good news! Good news!
All the villagers of Devtali
and contestants are welcome
to this grand traditional dance competition
I am Dy Chief, youth leader Kishore Patil.
The first performance is by
Vagzari Gram Vikas Mandal
from Vhad village.
Wow! Wow!
Beautiful! Beautiful!
This is called the beginning of the palkhi dance competition.
And...
They came back.
Hey, get aside!
Hey, move back, move aside!
Hello, Mr Saranjame.
Gudi Padwa is around the corner.
Hope you'll find something new this year.
Oh no.
Sir, looks like you'll get transferred.
You shouldn't meddle with god's work.
Sankasur can never be caught.
He watches everything.
Stop it. Don't talk rubbish.
Sir, did you really find the culprit
or this tradition will go on forever?
When you place blind faith in anything, it becomes a custom
then a tradition.
Then nobody dares to question it.
We are famous for such baseless customs.
But this time around
I know who the culprit is.
Who's the suspect?
Suspect? You'll see it for yourself.
Then we'll arrest the person.
Please continue.
Don't halt the contest.
- Go on. - Oh, I am going to tell you.
Come on.
Yes.
The sample you sent from Sonali was a perfect match.
But she's not the killer.
Tell me, did the hair from the new mask
and woollen sample match?
Yes, there were 7 particles from tassels on that mask.
And the hair samples you sent
matched with the beard.
Everything proves he's the killer.
But, Vishwas, this is a case of a psycho.
The great battle is about to begin.
All the Sankasur created by will come together.
I have arrived, what a wonderful view!
I know.
Thank you, Roshan.
Now all of this is a Sankasur...
Rug rat!
Rug Rat!
Rug rat!
Mental rat!
He's here for Holi.
Rug Rat!
Really, Raghu, this is not imaginary.
Is he a victim of this society?
At the mental hospital, he will receive proper treatment on his MID.
The murder case of the goddess
who opposed Sankasur's cultural practices was concluded properly today.
And for hundreds of years,
people have overcome their resentment against Sankasur.