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- (furious breathing) - (Virat gasping)

(opening theme music)

I AM GOD

(man) Give me a tea and add it to my account.

Huh? Disgusting!

These people?

Hey, Suri, why is that dirty face here in the morning?

Are we supposed to drink tea watching her dirty face?

Send them away from here.

Hey, Veeramma, what's this mess early in the morning?

My son wanted tea instead of porridge today.

So? How dare you bring him here?

I agree it's a mistake.

Forgive us for now.

Giving us tea is indeed a good deed.

My son has to go to school.

Do you need education for your filthy lives?

You wastrel! Have it.

(tea trickling)

You wretch! Are you offering money?

Will I touch the money soaked in your sweat?

If I prepare tea with your money, would anyone have it?

Get lost!

(melancholic vocalising)

GOVERNMENT PRIMARY SCHOOL

Study well, dear.

Greetings. How are you? Go inside, dear.

It is not for me. It's for you.

Why do you always stand here and talk, Mother?

Why don't you come inside?

They won't let me in, dear. You go.

(school bell ringing)

Okay then, Mom.

What's this, Mother? You're a mother too.

If one scolds the mother in front of a child,

won't their tender heart shatter?

Ensure that no one scolds me again before my son.

- (grunting) - (metal clanging)

(man in distance) Hey, don't apply too many colours.

♪ Oh, my little one ♪

♪ You are my whole world ♪

♪ I cherish you As the apple of my eye ♪

♪ I'll pamper you with love Forever by your side ♪

♪ I'll make every wish of yours Come true ♪

♪ Your sweet little words ♪

♪ Fill my heart with joy ♪

♪ No matter what the world says ♪

♪ Even if it demeans you ♪

♪ Stay strong And I'll stand beside you ♪

♪ My little one With a playful smile ♪

♪ The bright sunshine of my day ♪

♪ Restless and full of energy ♪

♪ You are the essence of my life ♪

♪ My little one With a playful smile ♪

♪ The bright sunshine of my day ♪

♪ Restless and full of energy ♪

♪ You are the essence of my life ♪

♪ Why should The noise of the world matter? ♪

♪ Everything I have is you ♪

♪ Grow strong before my eyes ♪

♪ May all your dreams come true ♪

♪ Ask a thousand questions ♪

♪ Wonder what is right or wrong ♪

♪ Find all the answers you seek ♪

♪ May your hopes become reality ♪

♪ Face every challenge That comes your way ♪

♪ Stand tall and fight through ♪

♪ Even if you stand alone ♪

(song continues)

What's up, Das?

What happened?

They scold us if we pay for the tea. We can't even step into the temple.

They won't let us study with everyone else at school.

We are not allowed to drink from the well.

Why, Grandpa?

Fate, my child.

What the washer men use is a stone. Shiva Linga is also a stone.

Even stones have destinies.

Only God knows why our fate was decreed this way.

(temple bell ringing)

(Das) I need to ask him.

(muttering) I want to ask God, Mom.

Why did he do this?

I want to ask him.

Some live in the village.

Others... outside.

I want to ask God, Mom.

Why... Why did he do this?

I want to ask God, Mom.

- (grunting) - (metal clanging)

(gasping)

Get up, son. Get up.

- What happened, Mom? - Get up!

Where are you taking me, Mom?

Mom... Mom... What happened?

Where are we going?

(gasping)

(water splashing)

You said you wanted to see God, right? Let's go!

Mom... Mom?

Where to, Mom?

Where to, Mom?

(suspenseful music)

Ask God, son. Find out why we're in such misery.

(reverent music)

Why? Some live in the village, and others outside.

I heard that you even write the destinies of stones.

Why then?

Our...

(reverent music intensifies)

(men shouting)

- Hey, who's inside? - Who is that?

Hey, who let you in at this hour?

Hey, who's inside? Search that way.

(kids reciting)

A ten-year-old girl ran up to her father

and said they were demolishing the temple.

Her father said,

"Dear, it's the Mughal Empire, and we can't do anything."

Once she got married,

that girl told her husband,

they were demolishing the temple,

"It's the Mughal Empire. We can't do much," said the husband.

What?

Are you following me?

- (together) Yes, sir. - Okay?

That girl, who grew up witnessing the tyranny of the Mughals,

raised her son to end their rule

and establish the Maratha Empire across the nation.

Can you tell me the name of that mother?

Sir...

Sir...

Surekha, dear.

Sir...

Sir...

Tell me, dear.

- Sir, I can answer. Sir... - All right.

Hey, Raju. Why don't you try?

Sir...

Okay, then.

Everyone should find out and tell me tomorrow. Okay?

Don't forget.

(school bell rings)

- Everyone wants to answer. - Sir...

Be grateful you're allowed inside the school.

(melancholic music)

Have you heard? There was a theft at the temple last night.

Yes, even I heard that--

Hey, Ranga, Raju and Ravi, come here quickly!

How dare she step into the temple!

Hey, search the whole house.

- Come along, come soon! - She must have hidden it somewhere.

- Don't let her go! Drag it all out! - No, no, sir. Please, sir.

- Hey, drive her out! - Throw everything out!

- Go away. - Sir!

It will be here somewhere. Look around.

Sir, I beg you.

- Sir... Sir... - Search everywhere.

We didn't steal anything.

Sir, please tell them not to throw away our belongings.

- Get up, you filthy low-life! - Sir!

Tell me where you've hidden the Goddess's nose stud!

- Sir! - Tell me

Speak up!

Hey, finish her off!

Don't let me kill you!

Can't you understand when I'm asking politely, you hag?!

You will... die by my hands.

Speak up!

Sir, I didn't do it.

(melancholic music)

Sir, I didn't do it. My child is watching.

Sir, I beg you.

Sir...

Where did you hide it? Tell me!

I swear to God. We weren't there to steal anything.

- My son wanted to see God-- - Tell me, you wretch!

- Mom! - My son just wanted to see...

- I beg you. - She is not going to budge this way.

My child is scared, sir.

I beg you, sir.

I beg you, sir.

Hey, tell us where it is.

(melancholic vocalising)

(crying)

(both crying)

Mom...

Who are these men, Mom?

What's going on, Mom? Even my teacher didn't pay attention to me.

What did your teacher ask? Tell me. Tell me.

Speak up!

- Where is the nose stud? - Sir... My son!

Speak up!

Why did you step inside the temple? Speak up!

- Speak up! - Speak up!

Mom...

- Get up! Speak up! - Mom...

- Mom... - Speak up!

- Mom... - Speak up!

She died but didn't tell us.

She must have hidden it inside her jacket.

Remove it.

(suspenseful music)

You witch!

If you forget your birth and enter the temple,

you will lose your lives.

What are you looking at? Pull it!

(upbeat music)

(grunting)

(screaming)

Jijabai! That mother's name is Jijabai!

(grunting, thwacking)

The name of that ten-year-old son is Shivaji!

Hey!

The name of the ten-year-old son is Chhatrapati Shivaji!

Hey, come here. Come along, guys.

- Hey, stop it! - Hey!

(upbeat music fades)

What was our mistake?

What mistake did my mother and I make?

To be born in a particular caste and household

is not our choice, right?

If we did, everyone would choose to be born in a king's family.

Why would anyone want to be born like us?

Why should we suffer for the Creator's mistake?

(soft music)

They killed your mother.

You killed them.

You got your revenge.

Then, why are you killing these people in Araku?

What's your connection with these people?

You hate God.

Then, why are you using that God?

Because they killed my mother twice.

(sobbing)

(knife clangs)

(Das) After escaping from jail, I killed everyone who murdered my mother.

Now, only the God remains.

(crowd) Krishna, Krishna! Mukunda! Govinda! Murari!

Mukunda! Swamy! Govinda!

Oh, Lord, have you finally showered mercy upon us?

Come, let's see.

Look! It's God himself.

Why is everyone running?

To see his universal form. It's like seeing God himself.

(reverent music)

(Das) My mother got killed because she looked at you.

(devotional song)

(music rises)

(devotees chanting)

(splashes water)

(reverent music)

Make me a God.

Why do you suddenly want to become a God?

For respect.

If you study well and get a job, respect follows you automatically.

No matter the job, they won't give camphor offerings, will they?

Oh, is that your problem?

(grunts)

It's a stage play, dear.

That respect belongs to that role.

No matter who plays that role, people bestow them the respect.

- Will it apply to me as well? - Of course!

Then make me a God.

(sighs)

Listen, dear.

One must become a God to protect dharma,

not for the sake of garlands and followers' reverence.

No one should put on the guise of a God, you ignorant boy.

I wonder when he last ate. Feed him before he leaves.

(music fades)

(chanting)

(temple bells ringing)

(sharp inhale)

(huffs angrily)

(empathetic music)

Convince him to make me a God.

If you want, I'll give you a boon.

(laughing)

That's fine. What will you do if you become a God?

I want to gain respect.

I will eliminate the discrimination among people.

Some live outside the village, and others inside.

Everyone should be allowed inside the temple.

It's not God who created the distinction of a person's place.

It is us, humans.

Then, who can erase this distinction?

God has to say that.

That's why I am asking you to make me a God.

(empathetic instrumental music)

(sharp blows)

(thwacking)

(slashing)

(emotional vocalising)

He met me near the temple. I said no.

- Grandpa! - Yeah?

I don't have any medicine for fate's wounds.

I won't ask you to make him a God.

But let's take him in.

(music fades)

I won't be a burden.

I'll foster a bond.

♪ Why should The noise of the world matter? ♪

♪ Everything I have is you ♪

♪ Grow strong in front of my eyes ♪

♪ May all your dreams come true ♪

♪ Ask a thousand questions ♪

♪ Wonder what's right or wrong ♪

♪ Find all the answers you seek May your hopes become reality ♪

♪ Face every challenge That comes your way ♪

♪ Stand tall and fight through ♪

♪ Even if you stand alone ♪

♪ May you fight, no matter what ♪

♪ No matter what the world says ♪

♪ Even if they demean you ♪

♪ Don't feel low I'll stand right by you ♪

♪ My little one With a playful smile ♪

♪ The bright sunshine of my day ♪

♪ Restless and full of energy ♪

♪ You are the essence of my life ♪

♪ My little one With a playful smile ♪

♪ The bright sunshine of my day ♪

♪ Restless and full of energy ♪ (song fades off)

(singing) ♪ Narayana, Narayana... ♪

It's my mother's death anniversary tomorrow.

I'll visit my hometown, Peddayya.

Be back before sunset.

- Go. - Okay.

- See you, Peddayya. - Okay.

Hey, be careful!

(temple bells ringing)

(emotional vocalising)

Don't take too long. Come back soon.

(soft chuckle)

They don't call me names anymore, Mom.

They respectfully call me Das.

Because of our low birth,

remember how people would keep us away?

You know they didn't let us enter the temple.

But now I stay in a temple, Mom.

All this is because of Vaidehi, Mom.

She cares for me just like you, Mom.

I got back my mom!

Okay, Mom.

I'm getting late for the play.

I need to leave, Mom.

(emotional music)

(insects buzzing)

I'll see you soon, Mom.

(thunder rumbling, rain pouring)

This coloured saree will suit Vaidehi very well.

(people wailing)

(woman) Vaidehi!

(crying)

(sombre music)

Vaidehi!

Mother!

Look what they did to your mother!

No God came to her rescue!

When the God you created betrays you,

you must create a God who will bring you justice, Peddayya!

Peddayya!

(grunting)

I will bring you justice! Turn me into God!

(dramatic music)

Not the kind people worship!

A God who will stop injustice is the need of the hour!

Peddayya!

Turn me into God!

Make me the God who will decimate those demons!

If anyone even thinks of sinning,

I'll ensure they get scared of God's wrath!

I will destroy them all!

Why are you hesitating, Peddayya?

Das is right!

We don't need a God who accepts offerings,

but one who destroys demons!

Turn Das into God!

I know the forest like the back of my hand.

I'll be Das's backup!

Make Das a God, Peddayya!

Make Das a God!

Make Das a God!

(together) Yes, Peddayya! Make him a God!

Make Das a God, Peddayya!

Make Das God, Peddayya!

You didn't come to our rescue when we believed in you!

But the one who trusts me is right here!

To help us out,

he will reincarnate like you! Just watch!

- (upbeat music) - (reverent rendition)

(music fades)

From today, you are no longer a human.

You're a divine incarnation.

You are Lord Hari, who incarnated to fight injustice.

This is your story.

This is Hari's story.

(upbeat music resumes)

(both scream)

(music fades)

That's how I began the destruction of demons.

(dramatic vocalisation)

There is still one more chapter left.

Only then comes the end.

Hey, they all made a mistake.

You killed them.

But... my friend Bharat...

Why... him?

Why? Why?!

Do you know what he did?

Hey, don't!

No. Don't make that sound.

Listen to me.

Don't make that sound.

Don't take the law into your hands. I'm here.

No. I'll protect you.

Listen to me.

Hey! No. No. (continues to scream)

No!

Hey!

(damru echoes)

Hey, no! Hey!

Hey!

Stop it! Stop it, please!

Stop it, please!

(damru stops)

(birds chirping)

(sniffing)

(gasps)

(bottle cap pops)

(grunting)

You know everything, right?

(grunts)

(straining)

(grunting)

Don't you feel it's wrong to make that young boy commit murders?

The wrong is already done, sir.

What's happening now is simply justice.

For me, it's friendship.

For Hari, it's life.

He saw his mother in Vaidehi.

Hari's fight is for righteousness.

- My dear constables. - (in unison) Yes, sir.

Sudhakar and Veeranna, a broad axe.

Parashurama avatar, sir.

Correct.

The previous SI Bharat in thorny bushes.

Varaha avatar, sir.

- What about Marthanda with the lion? - Narasimha avatar, sir.

- Peddiraju, fishing hook. - Matsya avatar, sir.

Dora descended below the Earth.

- Vamana avatar, sir. - Yes.

- You're the witness, right? - Yes, sir.

- Bhargavudu? - Vishnu Chakra, sir.

Now, I get it.

Stop right here.

I'll tell you who committed these murders.

All these murders were committed by the drama company members.

Hey!

When you realise your wife isn't faithful on your wedding night,

I feel exactly the same.

- But it's not Rangachary. - Hey!

Don't make me feel impotent.

- Tell me who the next target is. - Keshava. Keshava.

He's the last target.

Look!

When you realise you have nothing to do with your wife's pregnancy,

I feel the same when you reveal things at the last minute.

Drop the gentleman inside his house and not almost near his house.

(panting)

Stop!

Stop!

A girl! A beautiful one!

What does she want?

Yes, ma'am.

I have to go to Sunkarametta. Please drop me there. It's urgent.

Hop on.

- (scooter engine idling) - (man) Careful.

Hold on to me. The road is really bumpy.

- I'll take you there. Don't worry. - Fast.

- Where do you wanna go in Sunkarametta? - (scooter engine revving)

This is my last avatar.

This is our last play.

What's the play about this time, Peddayya?

It's the first of its kind in history.

Kalki.