Toby (ಟೋಬಿ)

Mother Goddess! Today's ritual went well.

If the fair taking place on the day after goes well too, we'll be relieved.

The sacrificial sheep meant for me, has escaped.

No, Mother!

The sacrificial sheep has been tied to a makeshift tent.

It's right here.

The sheep has escaped.

Go and check.

Brother, the sheep is in the tent. The caretaker too is with him.

The sheep is in the tent itself, Mother.

The sacrificial sheep has escaped.

At any cost, the sheep shouldn't set it's foot back in the village.

If the sheep returns, it won't be a sheep any more.

It would've turned into Maari (Goddess of death).

I'm Kushalappa. Welcome, sir.

It's a small jurisdiction, sir.

Sprawling over 8-9 miles is all.

What kind of cases are majorly seen here?

Theft cases are high in number.

Areca nut, diesel from boat are mostly reported stolen.

Murders are common too.

There are a lot of missing cases.

Since it's a small jurisdiction...

Nothing worthy of breaking our head ever happens.

But people settle it among themselves.

That means this is a good place to be.

Not really. You can't make much money out here.

Sorry, sir.

After learning about you, since it's your first day,

I took the lenience of speaking freely.

It's okay. Please speak freely.

I hope you didn't join the department after being inspired by Sai Kumar's movies.

What do you mean?

Men who speak of justice and morals,

claim to do their duty earnestly at the beginning.

I hope you're not one of them.

I had to shell out 20 (lakhs) for this posting, Mr. Kushalappa.

So much for justice and morals.

Sir, your tea.

How dare you stone the police station?!

I'll break your limbs! Come here!

Screw you! - Get lost!

Come here! I'll break your skull!

What will you break? I know what to do.

Jenny! What's your problem?

What do you mean? How long has it been since I complained?

It's been three days. Did you find him for me?

Give me time till evening. Now leave.

If you can't do it, tell me. I know how to handle this.

Evening, huh?

I'll wait only till evening.

If he returns, I'll vow this nose ring to Maari.

If not, I'll turn into Maari and Ananda will be my sacrifice.

Kushalappa, is her father missing?

It's been four days since.

Every time I ask, you claim that you've no clue.

Leave now. I'll find him for you.

I'll slaughter him!

I joined the station only today.

I'll find him for you. - I'll wait only till evening, sir.

I'll finish Ananda. I know what to do.

I know what needs to be done.

Been three days since he came home. Nobody's doing anything.

I'm telling you, right? - How long do I look for him?

I'll find him for you.

I know what needs to be done. You'll see.

I don't know where he's gone.

Jenny! Come here. Sit. - I know what needs to be done.

Nobody listens to me. - Jenny! Come back.

She threw a stone at the station.

Why didn't we do anything, Kushalappa?

Her family's a wreck. Everybody is a lunatic.

Better to send her off from the doors. Else, it'll be a pain to handle.

You saw her, right?

The nose ring the girl was wearing?

Nobody's supposed to wear it.

Yet she walks around wearing it.

Why can't one wear it? - The Goddess...

Only Goddess Maari gets to wear it.

Commoners can't wear it.

Just like her, her father too is a maniac.

How did her father go missing?

He's probably passed out after getting sloshed.

She'll come around screaming.

Don't get involved in this case. Why bother?

It's okay.

This will be my first case. I'll handle it.

You're with me, right?

Who's her father?

He's a maniac, sir.

Why delve into this mess?

What's his name?

Toby.

Toby.

Is there a file on him?

Which one among them is his file?

The entire shelf is about him.

Did I make you wait a lot? - No, Father.

He's our new SI.

Sampath, sir. - Namaste, Father.

Go on. What about him did you want to ask me?

You're here for him, right?

Toby.

Toby, right?

Father, how do you know?

Till date, Khaki-clad policemen have entered the Church...

Only because of him.

How do you know him?

Whenever I preach...

I always tell people this.

Do good things and God will do you good.

But now, I've lost trust on those very words.

All I did was one good thing.

But it brought the ultimate evil to my life.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

You'd told me there were 51 children, right?

Yes, Father. - A gift still remains here?

Well, a boy has been kept in a separate room.

I'll give it to him father.

Okay.

Let him out. I'll give it to him. - Oh! No need.

That kid is very violent compared to the others.

So, I'll give it to him myself.

What did he do? - Erm...

The previous warden was a 'different' man.

He tried to make the boy do something.

The boy bit him.

Well, I hope you understood.

Take me to him.

What's his name?

We don't know his name, Father.

As in, he stabbed someone in the market.

So he was brought here.

Nobody knows where he came from.

Neither did he tell them anything.

Because he hurt the warden, he was beaten with a lathi stick on the throat.

His vocal chords are completely damaged.

Therefore, nobody knows his name.

Neither can he speak to tell us his name.

What do you call him?

Everybody has different names for him.

Nothing you would be interested in.

Oy Dimwit!

Come here, you mongrel!

Loafer! Move aside!

Can I name him?

From now on, you have a name.

Tobia.

Toby.

You'll tell everyone this name.

What's he saying? - He wants you to write your name.

So it was you who named him.

Tobia.

Do you know the meaning, Inspector?

It's a word in the Hebrew language.

Tobia...

Toby.

'God is good'

God is good.

But will just naming him that, make him God?

His fights never stopped.

So, he never got out of the remand room.

From the remand home to jail...

From one jail to another...

Do I have to write your name everyday?

Is this your father's name?

Finally, his day of release came by.

That was a very significant day in my life too.

Sorry, Antony.

I can't handover the school's land to you.

Sorry, Father.

Neither can I let you go without signing the document.

Antony, the school's land belongs to the church.

It was my grandmother who donated it.

She donated it as a service to the Lord. Don't ask me to return it.

I'm drowning in debt, Father.

Will your God come and pay it back?

No, right?

Just sign the document.

Sorry.

I was very brave back then.

I believed that doing good would do me good.

I've toiled for God.

I was hoping for God to save me.

I was saved, Inspector.

But it wasn't God.

Just your name or do you want both?

Sign and save your face, Father.

So you won't sign, huh?

Kill me.

But I won't sign the document.

If that is the only way to go, I'm ready for that.

Nobody in this town will dare to save you.

FATHER IGLESIAS!

Will anyone here dare to save him?

Make a sound if anyone here can.

Try me!