Bose's own voice filled the air: "I need my men. You need a transfer… Let's make a deal…"
"Ithu thanda Police—the one who made the devil wear handcuffs."
Vikramaditya looked at him. "I see a system," he said. "A system of cowards."
"No deals," Vikramaditya said.
As the police van took Bose and Durai away, Inspector Shanmugam approached Vikramaditya, his head bowed.
Finally, Vikramaditya looked up. He stood up slowly, his tall frame suddenly filling the small room. He walked around the desk, picked up the cash, and counted it in front of Durai.
Bose's own voice filled the air: "I need my men. You need a transfer… Let's make a deal…"
"Ithu thanda Police—the one who made the devil wear handcuffs."
Vikramaditya looked at him. "I see a system," he said. "A system of cowards."
"No deals," Vikramaditya said.
As the police van took Bose and Durai away, Inspector Shanmugam approached Vikramaditya, his head bowed.
Finally, Vikramaditya looked up. He stood up slowly, his tall frame suddenly filling the small room. He walked around the desk, picked up the cash, and counted it in front of Durai.