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Oh, great soul!

Oh, great sage!

What is darkness?

SHRI KANAKADURGA CHILI YARD

What is life? What is death?

What is virtue? What is sin?

What is hell? What is heaven?

What is true? What is not?

What is temporary? What is permanent?

Which is one? Which is many?

What is cause? What is action?

Oh, great soul!

Oh, great sage!

Which is white? Which is black?

What is song? What is silence?

Which is mine? Which is yours?

What is ethics? What is not?

Yesterday's dream is today's truth

Today's distress is tomorrow's melody

Same brilliance, same peace

Oh, great sage!

Oh, great soul!

Hey!

Rangam, what's that?

It's our warehouse, brother-in-law!

Hey!

Hey, who is that?

- Uncle, take this. - Hey, go!

Beat those idiots to a pulp!

Hey, move!

Where are you off to?

Hey!

How dare you hit my brother!

Hey!

How dare you touch my brother-in-law!

You…

Hey, Lenin! Lenin!

Hey… Lenin!

Lenin…

Hey, Lenin. Nothing will happen to you.

- Brother-in-law… - Hey.

- What have you done? - I didn't expect this to happen.

Hey!

I will not spare those bloody rogues who harmed my brother!

Not a single one will be spared. I will finish them off!

- Lenin, you will be fine. - Brother-in-law…

- Hey, Satyam! - Brother-in-law…

If anything happens to my brother, you will be done for!

- Brother-in-law… - Hey, Lenin.

Lenin!

Mom!

Mom!

In Dokka Lenin Babu's murder case,

the accused, Bhogineni Satyanarayana, alias Royal Satyam,

under IPC Section 302 read with 120B,

has been sentenced to 12 years of imprisonment.

Oh, you peed!

Elephant! Elephant!

- Elephant! - Grandpa!

AFTER FEW YEARS

- Kata Madhu's here. - Just say Kata's here!

Bless me, sir.

I have relied on you for twenty-five years.

I have become an MLA twice. I have sold half my assets.

I heard we will be getting the Law Ministry this time.

With your blessings…

I will get down to the job, sir.

Only someone like him who can request without inhibition

will emerge in politics.

What do you say, Madhu?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

But…

only someone like me, who can decline without hesitation, will stay on top.

My daughter gets the ministry this time. You can relax.

What has she accomplished so far, sir?

Married twice, gave birth to two, and let go of one. Is that it?

"Why was her firstborn abandoned?"

"Where is he? What is he up to?"

If I arrange a press meet and ask such questions…

you will make the headlines and I will make my way to the cabinet.

Well, you need to stay alive for that to happen.

I, Vyra Vasundhara, as the Minister of State for Law,

shall discharge my duties faithfully and conscientiously.

Without fear, bias, or prejudice,

in accordance with the Constitution and Law,

I shall do right by all manner of people and I solemnly swear in the name of God.

- Did you get the papers ready, Pani? - Yes, sir.

Why bother him now after twenty-five years, sir?

I like doing this.

Has she asked?

How her former son is and so on?

Actually, I'm overcome with love for my grandson and I want him here.

You probably think you can still carry him.

He is more than six feet tall now.

His name is Ramana…

but he's as hot and spicy as Guntur pepper to touch.

Pepper bales, loading trucks…

It's a world in itself.

And he's the king of that world.

He is already in great form waging wars and brandishing swords in his kingdom.

We shouldn't invite him and voluntarily get beaten, sir.

He might be a king there, but he is no more than a son here.

We will manage. Call him.

Should I call him home, sir?

If we call him home, we will have to entertain him until he leaves.

Call him to the office.

We can get up and go once our job is done.

Okay, sir.

- Yeah, okay. - Hey!

- Grandpa. - What is the status?

I just had my breakfast.

I also had my coffee.

In a while, Mom will also leave for the government office.

Correct? Yeah.

Bye!

He makes me wonder…

Is it necessary to call the other guy?

He makes me feel certain that it is actually an emergency.

SUBURB OF GUNTUR

- Who is it, Dad? - It's Pani.

He's been continuously calling me for the past ten days.

"Is Ramana coming to Hyderabad?"

Why don't you go and ask him?

No way! You know he is short-tempered.

- He will shout at me. - Why shouldn't he?

He was disowned by his mom when he was just ten.

Do you expect him to be cheerful?

That's not temper.

That's anguish.

Guntur chili powder.

See… it's red and spicy to look at.

Once it touches your tongue,

there's no way you can stop your tears.

He is no different.

He seems harsh but is actually sweet.

Ask him yourself. You'll know how sweet he is.

What do we ask him?

His mom is calling him.

Asking him to meet her is wrong. Telling him not to is also wrong.

I dice with death!

What are you looking at?

We got to move three full loads of chili.

Bandar Route seems to be good. Take the same route.

- Call me as soon as you reach. - Yes.

"We didn't want to disturb you at night."

If you come up with such lame excuses, I will flay your skin, morons!

Go! Get going!

What?

Well…

Pani has been asking if you have started for Hyderabad yet.

Should I go?

I'm not able to say yes because I know they are not fair people.

Of course, there is nothing to say about you.

Is that a yes or a no?

If I knew that, why would I stretch so much?

- Hey, Samba. - Yeah?

Do you think she will recognize me?

Yes.

- Is there enough diesel in the car? - Tank's full, cousin.

What is the address?

Abids, Janadalam Party Office, Hyderabad.

I was told that anyone would guide you there.

- Are the papers ready? - Yes, sir.

I hope there are no spelling mistakes.

She divorced her husband and abandoned her son.

She remarried and had another son.

The first son has no right to her assets. This is all we've written.

This statement is a mistake in itself and you're asking me for spelling mistakes?

His name is Ramana.

Hold this and stand.

- Has nobody seen him in all these years? - There was no time.

This is not a mistake, sir. It's a blunder.

Not that. This is a blunder.

Give it!

RAMANA

Spicy and pungent!

Stinging chili powder!

Iron bar, heavy hammer A single blow and broken by sparks!

My left eye is a bit weak, man!

Come here.

You are…

Are you thrilled to see me?

Did your heart rate go up?

Did you feel like whistling?

It's Ramana.

Nice to meet you, sir!

What's the buzz here?

The old man is turning eighty, sir.

You know…

Most useless things last long.

So much hubbub for his birthday!

What will you do when he dies?

Break open the earth?

That was deep, sir.

Where is Pani?

He is waiting in there, sir.

- This is his obligation. - Yes, sir.

What else can he do besides wait?

Mom!

Mom!

That way…

Sir?

Why is he blocking my way?

That way, sir.

Doesn't he know what she is to me?

Mother?

She was called "sister" when she was younger. Now, they call her "mother".

Go get an appointment first.

Along with safari, he also sports satire.

What are you looking at? Will you hit me?

Just wondering if I should kill you!

Whoa!

Son! Son, this way.

This way.

Coffee? Tea?

Is there a cup in your hand?

Only papers, right?

Give me a pen. I'll sign and leave.

You better read it before signing, sir.

I should be killing you.

What could be so disruptive?

"Don't claim a legacy." You don't need it.

"Don't use the surname." You have your paternal surname anyway.

In short, you have no relation with this family.

As if it has existed all these years!

In agreement, a signature…

When you part ways from your husband, it's called a divorce.

When you disown your son, what's the term for it?

Did you think of a name?

If yes, ask her to come and tell me.

Why just one? I'll put a hundred signatures.

How is she still his mother?

If he wants, let him see her when she is on TV.

He doesn't have a mother, and he won't be getting one now.

Go, tell him.

- What if he doesn't agree? - Destruction…

I will destroy him.

Ensure that emphasis is placed on "destruction."

If we place emphasis on it, he'll probably not sign the paper, sir.

No, I mean, why call him here yourself and then provoke him?

If he realizes we are in need, he may raise his price, Pani.

We must keep him at a distance and get the work done.

When we ask for votes, we even enter huts.

Once we win, do we allow the voters to come into our homes?

It's the same with him.

While he is still under the illusion of seeing or meeting his mother,

we should get the job done.

Go, tell him.

Which one? About the voters, sir?

- What I told you before that. - Okay, sir.

I got it signed, sir.

Why do you take the trouble, sir? Let me check this for you.

- Oh… - Give it here.

Sir!

LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DESTRUCTION YOU WILL CREATE

It's just a signature. Why are you laughing?

- The old man will kill you. Stop it! - Hey!

Give it here.

Hey!

- What happened? Tell me. - Sorry, sir.

Looking forward to the destruction you will create.

He has emphasized "destruction", sir.

JANADALAM PARTY

His name is Ramana…

but he's as hot and spicy as Guntur pepper to touch.

It stings! This boy's chili powder! Business with him is a roller coaster

Hot and spicy is his chili powder Business with him is a roller coaster

Hey, on the road to Pattabhipuram You may ask anyone

There's no one who doesn't know This boy from Burripalem

Hey, there's no one who doesn't know him

Hey, he looks all glorious But is good at battering, mother promise!

When he strikes, brain freezes And they forget the pin code

Fair!

Hey, crazy!

Stinging!

Hey, he's like a stinging slap!

Fair in complexion With mind-blowing speed

A stinging burn He is highly inflammable

Everybody, make way Leader on the way

Ain't got no time to play

Though the wind moving against me Blows away the top button

It plunges straight ahead The vehicle I board

No one to account for

No one to endorse for

A burden loaded by others Why should I carry it on my shoulders?

Slow-cooked spicy biryani Red chili half tandoori

With lemon soda and a cigarette Make your stamp on Guntur

Slow-cooked spicy biryani Red chili half tandoori

With lemon soda and a cigarette Make your stamp on Guntur

I am silence infinite Waging a war with myself

A bit of selfishness and a bit of virtue I am love-matter with a mix of these

Hey, hold it, beauty Hold the pestle high

Bring it down one after one And pound it to your maximum

Pound it!

Hey, one chili per pound Sacrifice it to the stone

Making the chili spicier Filling the air with aroma

Tuck in your sari

And change hands slowly

Hey, add some strength And make the seed flat

Empty the vessel of fresh chili powder

My heart is my window And I close it at my will

The wounds of tomorrow I avert them right now

My destiny is a colorful pattern

I may be sad But won't stop the celebration

My own fort of laughter Why should I destroy it?

Slow cooked spicy biryani Red chili half tandoori

With lemon soda and a cigarette Make your stamp on Guntur

Slow cooked spicy biryani Red chili half tandoori

With lemon soda and a cigarette Make your stamp on Guntur

Mom!

Ramana is here!

What?

Ramana is here!

What are you saying? I can't hear you! Come again!

Mom, Ramana is here.

If you could shout it from upstairs, why bother rushing down?

Your wife cannot hear.

He's already at the door. He would come in anyway.

If the door is shut, he will go wherever he wants.

Hey, Ramana. How did it go?

- Count or deal? - Drop.

Hey, you never get a life in cards. Nor wisdom in life.

Does context mean anything to you?

How is your mother?

Has she put on weight?

She is glowing like a Goddess in a temple.

You should have performed arti then!

I didn't find the matches.

But you find packs of them for lighting cigarettes.

Yeah, right.

I'm famished. What did you cook?

Nothing special.

I have only made egg curry.

Aunty!

Bring the egg here. I will eat it.

- What? - One of your eyes doesn't work anyway.

Do these sunglasses make it any better?

Damn!

You cannot handle my style.

Did she ask you how you have been?

She broke down as soon as she saw me.

Really?

She said, "Why should you eat your aunt's awful egg curry?

Stay back. I will make chicken for you."

- Well, you should have! - Oh!

I didn't want you to miss me. So, here I am.

Hey, what is that half-hearted serving? He's growing up. Eat this.

Hey! You want to kill me with eggs?

Yeah, I cannot let go like your mother.

Hey! Allow him to tell us what happened there.

You haven't given him a break since he came back!

My brother-in-law only speaks once a year.

But when he does, he is on the dot.

It's not like they were overcome with love.

They required my signature indicating I'm nobody to them.

That's why they called me.

- Hey, Samba. - Yeah?

They say we shouldn't claim their assets.

Have we ever?

She won't see her son…

but sits in the office behind closed doors.

Since she was so busy, I thought I shouldn't bother. So, I didn't sign.

Hello, Mr. Satyam!

Go and play the right song on your gramophone on this occasion.

It should suit the estranged husband as well as the disowned son.

I can't tell who is laying eggs at home! You or the chicken!

Didn't you like the dosa, sir?

- I don't feel good, Pani. - Oh!

You never know when Kata Madhu would create a nuisance.

True, sir.

Why isn't he signing?

After all, it's his mother.

In that case, call him saying his mother wants to see him.

Desire puts on wings Flutters and flies

Losing way, on the starry path Takes off the celebration

Hey!

Do I ever drink soda?

Sorry about that.

You use water, right? I'll get it.

Uncle!

Uncle! That's water. Here, take this.

One minute.

Hey, I prefer an omelet!

Where is your mind at?

What is the problem?

There was a call from Hyderabad yesterday.

He was asked to come home this time.

Your son is drinking like a fish, Uncle.

By the time I took him some water, he had finished a quarter.

If I take too long with the omelet, he might even devour me!

- Don't tell him I told you this. - Wait.

- Please, don't. He will kill me, Uncle. - Just wait.

- Hey! - Uncle…

Ramana!

Are you drinking?

- Did you get a call from Hyderabad? - Yeah.

What was it about?

They were pleased to see the grandson.

Now, they want to see the son.

You should go then.

For what? They are closing doors on me.

Break down the doors. You possess every right as a son.

Is that so?

You sit and gaze out of the window.

But expect me to go there knocking down doors!

They say when you refuse a meal, you stay hungry the whole day.

But if you reject your mother, you will cry all your life.

She has left him, but he doesn't let go of her.

He thinks she will scoop me up as soon as I go.

What did you say?

Are you going there or not?

BASAVARAJU SARANGAPANI B.A, B.L

ADVOCATE

I'm the boss here.

The moment I enter, they wet their pants out of fear.

Sir! Welcome, sir.

- You are? - I'm Mr. Pani's assistant, sir.

Don't you have a name?

I'm Balu, sir.

- This is? - Mr. Pani's house, sir.

Hey, capture well.

I should have everyone floored.

And that is?

Mr. Pani's daughter, sir.

Today's special is my home tour.

This is our tree.

Sister! That's a plant.

When I don't know it myself, how would the others know? Keep quiet!

Tomorrow is my father's death anniversary.

It's Grandpa's!

Wasn't something of Dad's coming up too?

His birthday.

Both are special occasions.

Jeez!

Pani's daughter is quite ravishing.

Ravishing?

He has come to meet your dad.

He is not home.

We will wait.

Sure. Wait outside.

Hey, girl!

Look at my complexion.

Won't I get tanned sitting in the sun?

Oh, really? Just a minute.

As if he is a rose!

Wear it in your hair.

So, is that how you speak to all girls?

Not unless they are extremely pretty.

What's your deal?

Not with you.

With your pop.

Pop? What do you mean by "pop"? Can't you give him some respect?

I guess she is angry.

I offered it. But he refused.

My goodness!

- Who the heck is he? - Green really suits her.

Who is this guy flirting so openly?

I spared him because he's good-looking. Otherwise…

- What's the name though? - Bala Subramanyam, sir.

Who wants yours?

Amukta Malyada, sir. We call her Amuda out of love.

Why should you show any love? Leave that to me.

Won't you give me at least that freedom?

Take it, sir.

Why is she in a sari? What is the occasion?

She makes Insta reels.

She was in jeans yesterday. Today she is in a sari.

Could she be wearing a skirt tomorrow?

- Why do you ask, sir? - I'll come again tomorrow.

Tomorrow is my weekly off, sir.

Mom! That's him.

Are there burglars in their house, Balu?

They are not allowing anybody in!

They won't even offer tea.

That's not the case, sir. This is the first time they have seen a rowdy.

Sorry, sir.

What did I say earlier?

You said Mr. Pani's daughter is ravishing.

She's not just ravishing.

- She's delightfully ravishing. - Son!

- Sir! - Pani, we were just talking about you.

Why did you make him sit here? Have you any sense?

Please come, sir. Let's go in and have some coffee.

- Pani… - Yes?

Was it Mom who called me?

Yes, I swear.

We will have coffee there. Let's go.

One minute. I will reverse the car. You please come over.

Ammu!

The name is Ramana.

Remember it.

It will be of use when you come to Guntur.

He has given you a nickname already.

Hey, it's done. Lift it.

Did he say I was going to cause destruction?

Did he say I was waiting?

What did you write?

What did you say?

You know I would lie.

You know I am covering up.

Hey!

He is your uncle.

- My daughter's-- - Second husband?

Boss, if you don't mind, can I ask you something?

Please.

What did my mother see in you that she married you?

I condemn. Condemn.

Grandpa! In what context can we use "condemn"?

Your father can condemn him for his question.

Who is this guy?

To this family and our constituency, he is the only heir.

- Who is this gentleman? - Your brother by relation.

You can go.

Hey!

Don't walk away in such a peculiar manner!

Weren't you taught how to greet your elders?

- Namaste! - I see!

You and your stupid Hindi greetings!

I condemn this!

I bless you. Now get going.

All the characters are here.

But where is the main lead?

Have you locked her up inside?

Sign this first. She will come.

Let her come first. I will sign.

The other day when he was at the office, if only we had given him a good beating…

Beating, my foot!

Hey!

You don't have to shout. I can hear properly.

You are old and hard of hearing.

- I should be shouting. - Who are you calling old?

Who…

- Father-in-law! - Sir!

Who is an old man?

Who is old here?

Are you going to get up and dance to prove that you are not old?

On this one?

You want my signature?

I only sign autographs for my fans, not just anyone and everyone.

Superb!

I guess he doesn't need any medicine. He has stopped coughing all of a sudden.

Why bother the old guy, sir? Why don't you just sign it?

There is a love story going on here.

I should know whether it's a one-sided or two-way situation.

I won't sign until then.

Why do you keep provoking him, sir?

In my opinion, it was wrong to talk to him in the first place.

Fine, you did.

She has disowned him for 25 years.

You should have done the same.

That won't do.

He should stop believing that my daughter is his mother.

Or we should make him stop? That is why…

it's imperative he signs the document saying he is in no way related to us.

That way, my grandson will have no hurdles. He will become an MP.

Ramana will confine himself to Guntur.

Madhu will be out of power.

The requirement is yours, and the signature is his.

How am I concerned?

Because, Pani…

Venkata Swamy never takes no for an answer.

There is no one who wished to make him. They are dead.

SHRI KANAKADURGA CHILI YARD

Hi, sir.

- Hey, Balu. - Sir!

What are you doing here?

- Hey, Samba! - Yes?

Didn't I tell you?

That's Pani's daughter.

Remember me?

Well, you told me…

"The name is Ramana. It will be of use when you come to Guntur."

That is why…

Oh!

- Hey, Yakobu! - Sir?

I'm beginning to blush.

Go, bring three cups of tea.

I refused to sign that day. Did the old guy trouble this Pani guy…

They must have tortured him.

- He's not in the best situation, sir. - Is he gone?

Not yet, but…

- Dear… - Dad!

Why do you make everyone cry?

- Don't cry. - Losing a job is okay.

But if it costs me my life,

should I laugh like a stand-up comedian instead of crying?

You can always find another job.

Don't fret about it.

Who will offer a job to a lawyer ousted from the Law Minister's office?

So, what do we do now?

When she sneezes, she turns more red.

- Very tender. - Yes.

Where are you put up?

Star Hotel.

There are no-star hotels around here!

Star Hotel is just a name, sir. It's actually a lodge.

It's difficult to stay in lodges for someone so ravishing.

I was praising you.

My dad's lost job, monthly EMIs…

I can't handle this, Mr. Ramana.

She's in distress. Why are you crying?

That's what I fail to understand, sir.

I'm not even attached to her family.

And yet, tears seem to flow in streams.

The chili here is pungent. His eyes must be burning.

Oh! Makes sense.

What is this?

Just one signature.

Do you know what the old guy has written?

I know, sir. Actually, I was the one who drafted it.

You should forget your mother. Isn't that all?

Like a boy going to a boarding school…

I don't understand why you have to act so dramatic!

After all, your mother had left you long ago.

Don't you think?

Hey!

Did he tell you why he didn't sell it to us?

Some guy offered him a discount of ten thousand rupees on each load.

Did he say who?

Go, have your lunch.

Before you reach the last course, he will spill all the beans.

He has been buying red chili from us for ten years now!

When some guy offered you a discount…

"Madam Bujji! I have this offer. What shall I do?"

Shouldn't you have asked me that? Idiot! Don't let me hit you!

You want to be consulted about chili in the curry…

as well as chili in the lorry.

What is it?

Nothing.

You are playing my mouthpiece too.

I just wanted to play the listener this time.

That's it.

Why are you being so gentle, Samba? A job half done!

Hit him so hard that he divulges the name of his mistress in front of his wife!

Answer the call.

This is the guy who stopped him from buying chili from us.

- Who is it? - Hey!

Touch him and I will see your end!

You were saying something, Uncle?

Stay there.

If I don't come there in ten minutes and burn you all up,

I will change my name from Marx!

Changing name and place at this age on the Aadhar card and ration card

is a big headache.

Hey, Samba!

Yes?

Put him in the vehicle.

Let's go and say hello to Uncle Marx.

Uncle!

You burned down our warehouse and sent my dad to jail.

You killed your elder brother.

Don't panic. I got him.

But you are still vengeful.

That's why I have come to settle this once and for all.

The vehicle is here. Where is the boy?

Admit that it was wrong to snatch our business.

The boy himself will come to you jumping.

Hey!

Are you going to wait until I fall at his feet?

You morons!

Right!

Hey!

You want to monopolize the chili business?

Why?

Don't we have the load or a truck?

Today Mr. Satyam is going to lose his son in addition to his estranged wife.

I want him at my feet.

I will see how he will exit from my compound.

Hey! It is for me

That you exist

The sky above… nods in approval

Drop the silence At least a word will be welcome

Hey, you blow my mind away!

Come here.

Come to this side.

Hey!

A warm desire enters my heart And throws me off my feet

Hey!

Hey! It is for me

That you exist

The sky above… nods in approval

Drop the silence At least a word will be welcome

Hey, you blow my mind away!

Uncle, stop sitting around.

Lie down. I will explain.

Oh my God!

Uncle!

Something has been bothering me since I came.

Why have you put up a tent in winter?

Well, it's your money and your pleasure.

Bloody…

Hey! Why are you walking away?

His father has been pestering me with calls.

Where is he?

Where the heck is he?

Uncle!

- Shut it! - What?

Our car was crushed under the shed. A shard of tile landed on my head.

Is your car insured?

The mechanic is my guy. He will get it ready in two days.

What is your story, girl?

Didn't you say it yourself

that girls like me cannot stay in lodges?

So…

So…

So? You walk in with your suitcases?

There are no rooms here.

Hey, come on.

You are obedient.

You will come up in life.

Hey, girl.

My aunt doesn't appreciate people standing around.

Go stay in the room under the staircase.

- What? - Yes.

My clothes are there.

Which room doesn't have your clothes?

Burn them up and half the problem will be solved.

Sure, set them on fire. It's your dad's money. She's got nothing to lose.

He has given you a room. Go.

Let's go.

What is it?

My accommodation?

Your accommodation?

- You are a man. - Yes, sir.

- You can stay anywhere. - True.

Make sure you don't enter the rooms.

Sir?

- This is your bedroom? - Exactly!

This is my balcony.

What about the toilet?

He said, "It's disgusting to do it in the house.

Do your business under some tree."

- Who? - Who else?

My harasser, Ramana.

How come she hasn't called me yet?

Will she take it easy if I relax?

Let's send her one.

Is it your dad?

What did he send?

Does he want us to buy this from here?

He says he will hang himself if he doesn't get the signature.

Cheap! He is not going to sign.

He only fines people. He never signs.

Ramu…

I tried to open the window, but it's stuck.

Can you please help?

What did she say?

- Something about the window-- - Hey…

Before that.

Ramu?

I never realized how good my name sounds!

I never knew Ramana could be shortened as Ramu, sir.

Excuse me!

Can I ask you something?

You shouldn't mind.

Do you rip your clothes before putting them on or afterward?

It's ripped jeans, Ramu.

I guess they are more expensive than regular jeans.

How do you know, sir?

I can tell from where they are ripped and how much they show.

They are a different category.

Aren't they nice?

You look phenomenal.

Wow!

What did I say about Pani's daughter?

First, you said she's ravishing.

Then you said she's delightfully ravishing.

She is not just delightful.

She is bloody delightful.

I will note that.

- Did you put it to dry? - Yes, I did.

Did you eat yet?

I wasn't offered.

- Don't be shy in your own house. - That's right.

Go out and eat.

What is this, dear?

You became a minister to make solid money,

not to appoint a Commission on the double murder

that occurred in Renigunta five years ago.

You probably think Haridas is the same old Das who partnered with your father.

That was a tale of the past.

Now you want to call me, inquire, and throw me in jail?

The state will be on fire.

You want to call Das and inquire?

Will the judge you have appointed come to your office?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Judge Alok has messaged.

Due to personal reasons, he has withdrawn from the Hari Das Commission.

Shocking!

A judge can be replaced in a week.

A minister can be replaced in ten days.

But when Hari Das goes to prison, it will take him twenty years to get out.

Why mess with him?

Listen to me.

Even a vile person has some principles, but he doesn't.

He may not have principles…

but I have responsibilities.

- Narayana… - Father-in-law?

How did Das know that the judge was going to come here?

Why do you say that?

We have appointed the Commission. How would he not know?

Not before we could announce.

Kata Madhu must have told him.

You can't relax in politics.

Get your son ready.

If his mother is in power, he'll be an MP. Or else, an MLA.

- Hey… - Sir?

What happened to the signature?

It's not done yet, sir. I--

- You… - Sir!

Hey, where to?

There's no specific direction, sir. Just going with the flow.

Wear these glasses. Let me see if they increase your glamour.

Oh!

- Great. - Thank you, sir.

Face sideways.

Wow!

You look smooth and shiny.

I feel embarrassed, sir.

So do I.

Turn that way. Don't change your posture.

Coffee.

You don't wear such clothes, do you?

Not my style, cousin.

You should learn.

Don't just gift her the half-sari you have…

Those perfumes and creams…

Don't remove them.

Excuse me!

Please groom her as well.

If you don't mind, can I say something?

Sure.

Your eyes are mesmerizing enough.

Don't wear eyeliner and kohl.

Stupid boys like me fall for you.

Don't embarrass me, Ramu.

Wow…

Gosh, I never knew there was so much melody in my name!

What's with those sunglasses?

You look like a pickpocket. Take them off.

You said they looked great earlier.

She was here earlier.

She won't return, I guess.

If we ask him now, he would sign with his blood instead of ink.

Let's find the right time and get it.

Yes!

He started drinking!

I can see it.

Hi, sir!

Why are you peeking like a thief?

This is your private time, sir.

Oh, wow. Can I join, sir?

Is this some school to join?

All you need is a glass.

Well said, sir. Thank you.

All said and done…

Her half-saris look more appealing on you.

You look great.

Is it scotch, sir? I didn't expect this.

Only the bottle is foreign. The drink inside is local.

Little. Just a little.

- So, Balu… - Sir?

- That's enough. - What is your full name?

Bala Subramanyam, sir.

- S.P.B? - Just B.

You are named after a legend.

Thank you, sir.

- With his inspiration… - Sir…

Sing a nice song.

I have a problem with my shruti, sir.

What do I care if you have a problem with her?

"Shruti" is not a person, sir. It means tune.

Is this Gurajada Kalamandir?

It's just a warehouse.

Forget about making mistakes. You can try, come on.

Okay, sir.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Would you like some beer?

Sir, you are crossing a line there.

Is this some Kabaddi match to cross lines?

She is a kid, sir.

They fill the bars these days!

Let's not touch on a controversial topic.

Do you have vodka?

Hey…

- Soda or water? - Juice.

Health conscious, I see.

- Hey, Yakobu. - Sir.

What is it?

I carried her to school in these arms, sir.

- Take her to the bar tomorrow onwards. - No way.

Stop being dramatic and sing a song.

Any specific pitch, sir?

Any melody.

Any melody.

Why don't I sing the same song? To hell with it.

I'm drawn by some melody today

To shake the past that lingers within

Memories are sighs, memories are…

I was singing a nice song, sir. Why did you hit me?

Soundarya…

I feel like crying when I think of her, Balu.

May her great soul rest in peace.

Sing a song of someone who's alive.

Sing a happy song.

Sing something that's soothing and delightful.

Idiot.

This is the best for him.

- Tell me, oh, cool breeze! - Wow, what a song!

- Embrace me with your chills - Wow!

How come I hear music with your song?

I wasn't singing. I played it on my phone.

Wow!

Play it.

Tell me, oh, cool breeze Embrace me with your chills

Where the celebration of joy is

Lead me there and tell me

Bhumika!

Wow! What a creation!

Wow!

He doesn't make them anymore.

He has stopped.

They barely have any flesh on them now.

Hugging them is like hugging yourself.

We don't understand what they say.

They don't understand what we say.

They don't know how to play or to sway.

Telugu, of course, they would definitely not know.

Baby…

Phone.

She looks like Prabhu Deva's dupe.

Are there any bones in her body or not?

Forget about her body. Where is the cigarette, sir?

Updated piece.

- Balu. - Baby?

Go to my library.

- Play song fifteen. - Done.

Volume at twenty.

Hey!

Hey!

Check if it has fallen close by My gold necklace

Check if it has fallen near you My gold necklace

Check if it has fallen close by My gold necklace

Check if it has fallen near you My gold necklace

Sorry, sir.

Why was my lungi snatched?

Probably she got too carried away by the dance, sir.

- What dance was that? - Right, sir.

You have brought Prabhu Deva's dupe.

Whoa!

I couldn't match her energy.

I haven't danced like this in my entire career.

My goodness.

Whatever you say…

I have enjoyed a lot, man.

Same here, sir.

Life is all about small moments like these.

True, sir.

Why are you pulling a pen out of your blouse?

Why are you pulling out a paper from your pocket?

This small moment calls for a scribble of your initials, sir.

So, you didn't come here for entertainment?

You clearly have an agenda.

Hold this for me, please.

Slowly.

He was drunk last night and spared you with a slap.

If he sees us when he gets sober, he will kill us, Balu.

- Thank God! - Let's sneak out before he wakes up.

- Let's go. - We won't ever see him again.

It should just remain a dream.

- The garage is that way. - Yes.

Here's the money. Is the car ready?

The headlight isn't working.

We'll reach there before we'd need to turn them on.

The brakes aren't working either.

- We won't use them. - That's the spirit.

- Keys, sir! - Give it here!

- Thank you. - Thank you.

No looking back!

- What is that? - Looks like some statue.

Whose?

Who is the scoundrel that knocked down my father's statue?

Hey, come on.

They are Royal Satyam's guests, brother.

Satyam killed my father!

Now, his guests won't even spare his statue!

Get them!

Sir, it's a mistake. It was an accident.

Tell us if you want money. Madam can give you.

Who wants your money?

So, what do you expect from us?

You better fix the head of the statue, or I will replace it with yours!

- Hey, pull them out! Get them! - I'm not a great artist, sir!

- Get them out. Shut up! - Sir! Hey!

Hey, please! Please, brother.

Oh, brother!

Sir…

- Get her! - Sir!

Please ask them to stop, sir.

We offered them money and they still won't listen.

Is he some Ambedkar or Gandhi?

My elder brother.

I will pawn my head if need be, but I will get the statue redone.

Not this head, sir. My head.

Why discuss it with her, Uncle? Let's tie her up!

Please don't harm her, sir!

What is this brute force against women?

- Against women, really? Idiot! - Hey!

Let him go. They have done something wrong.

As if he has done some engineering!

An offender shall be punished.

Oh, my!

Uncle, please don't act like Rajinikanth in Pedarayudu.

It doesn't suit you.

- Limit the issue to the statue. - Is it so?

I heard this statue is a jinx to our village.

When people look at it during the day, they meet with failure.

If they look at it at night, they cannot get a wink of sleep.

- Why don't you tell him, guys? - He doesn't listen, you know.

Hey, what are you just watching and not beating him up?

Hey!

If anyone steps forward, I will twist this idiot's arm so much,

- it will get dislodged from the groove. - Hey…

Hey, don't come forward! He will break my arm.

- Hey, don't come. - Hey, let go of him.

- Hey, Balu! - Sir.

Go sit in the car first.

Come. Ammu, come.

- Call me once the car is ready. - Sure, sir.

I will GPay you.

The sugar cube in my coffee cup is you It's you

The tracery of kohl around my eyes is you It's you

The blush of chrysanthemum on my cheeks Is you, it's you

You wrap around my breath like perfume

Oh, my baby! I want to pinch your cheeks

Oh, my baby! I want to kiss you many times

Oh, my baby! With my stole, let me make you a tie

Craving, craving, craving for you The novel next to my pillow is you

Tripping, tripping, tripping on you My new playlist is now just you

Craving, craving, craving for you The novel next to my pillow is you

Tripping, tripping, tripping on you My new playlist is now just you

Hey, Balu.

You are the sun who is my wake-up call With his warm touch

You are the full moon Jumping over my balcony walls

You are the one among millions Born only for me

I became your wife in secret As soon as I opened my eyes

Oh, my baby! I want to lie next to you

Oh, my baby! I want to watch the stars with you

Oh, my baby! I want to fill the space in your embrace

Craving, craving, craving for you The novel next to my pillow is you

Tripping, tripping, tripping on you My new playlist is now just you

Craving, craving, craving for you The novel next to my pillow is you

Tripping, tripping, tripping on you My new playlist is now just you

Oh, my baby!

Oh, my baby!

Oh, my baby!

Oh, my baby!

Ramana is heading back.

Some other time.

Excuse me!

Ask your mom to ward off the evil eye.

You look gorgeous in peach.

How come you have become so thin?

- They don't serve rice in Guntur. - Really?

I wonder what they served instead.

Sir, the girl has returned and he has left.

Sir.

What is this, sir?

You call yourself a lawyer, but where is your clarity?

When you say "The girl has returned", do you mean the neighbor or your maid?

"My daughter has returned." That's clarity.

Where did she come back from? From a different city.

Who dropped her off? Ramana dropped her off.

More clarity.

Did he come inside?

Since we don't offer any pleasantries, he took a U-turn and left.

Utmost clarity.

You know how relieving this narrative is, sir?

Who am I talking to?

- I don't need clarity on that-- - Hey, listen!

I'm talking to Mr. Venkata Swamy.

Why am I talking to him?

To get Ramana arrested.

This is what you call clarity.

Why should he be arrested? Don't we need clarity on that matter?

You don't need that clarity.

Why are you blocking the road?

Have you lost your way?

Bhogineni Veera Venkata Ramana.

What's your full name, chap?

You can't call me "chap" just because you can wag your tongue.

My arm will start acting then.

I don't know which way I might twist it.

What can you twist?

There's a case against you for throwing a tantrum at Mr. Vyra Venkata Swamy.

- You mean the brawl at the party office? - At home.

How much did you charge the old man?

Don't cross the line.

Is this your first time at the police station?

I'm not an employee like you to come here regularly.

How dare you…

Let go of my hand.

I will flay you, bloody fool!

Let him remove his uniform.

I will break this rogue's leg!

What makes you so arrogant?

Arrogant?

I don't get arrogant from others' strength, Uncle.

I am like Chiranjeevi.

Self-made!

Let's put you behind bars for a week and polish you.

We will know what type you are!

Am I some brass vessel that he wants to polish me?

Some useless idiot will come with bail for me.

We will discuss more on polishing or getting polished.

- Sir? - Hey, Balu!

I just said "Some useless idiot", and you walked in! What timing!

I have got you bail, sir.

- You have got me bail? - Yes, sir.

Why?

Actually, sir, during my journey with you…

During your journey?

- Don't say it and kill my feelings. - Okay, sir.

Your boss files a case, and you submit bail. Is this your side hustle?

Look who's talking about side hustle!

- Pani filed this case? - Yes, sir.

What have I done according to him?

They have written all lies.

Why don't we make it real?

- Well, Pani… - Sir?

Why did your junior choose a losing case for his first assignment?

Hey, Mr. Spicy Pepper!

You…

In a powerful household like ours…

One son is a blessing.

Two is a problem.

If the second one turns out to be like you, it's disgusting.

- Sir, actually-- - I'm old. I might forget.

Let me finish.

Kids leave their parents in old age homes these days.

Why did you drive so far to meet your mother?

Get those papers.

Listen!

The papers are here.

The case is in the court.

It's a false case, of course.

If you choose a fight, prepare a counter and go to court.

If you choose peace, sign the papers and go home.

- Balu. - Sir.

You wrote the FIR, didn't you?

Read it without spelling mistakes.

"18th August 2023.

Jubilee Hills Police Station, Jubilee Hills, Hyderabad.

To the Inspector.

Sir,

I, Vyra Venkata Swamy, am a former Member of the Legislative Assembly

and former Minister, aged 80."

Sir…

"A resident of Guntur, Veera Venkata Ramana, son of Bhogineni Satyanarayana,

alias Royal Satyam, forcefully entered my house around 10:20 a.m., today.

He broke my eighty-five-inch, fully smart Samsung TV…

using the ashtray from the center table.

He smashed it into pieces."

Hey!

Hey, what is it?

Hey!

Hey!

"Throwing out an Italian marble-made dining table chair…"

Pani, don't stop.

"He picked up the expensive Chinaware and smashed it against the floor and walls.

He threw the Italian silverware and food kept for guests

onto the ground without any discrimination.

He destroyed the cupboard in the dining hall, along with…

with the items inside!

He recklessly beat up the security on duty who tried to stop him

and intimidated everyone.

Attacking my son-in-law, Mr. Pakka Narayana,

and unmindful of his age, disrespectfully slapped him."

- Pani! - Yes.

"The most expensive chandelier I acquired from Belgium 25 years ago…

- despite my repeated appeals… - Hey! No…

Hey!

- was brutally pulled down." - Stop!

Hey!

Where did they raise you?

In their house or on the streets of Guntur?

Anyway, what is there to discuss with him, Dad?

What does he want?

Property?

Talk to Pani and take whatever you want.

If you throw a stone at a tree, you might get some fruit.

If you throw a stone into a mire, what will you possibly get?

Clear the trash in ten minutes.

Pani…

give me the papers.

Hunger remains unsatisfied unless the mother herself serves you.

It's a proverb.

Don't forget to read the last line, Pani.

"The golden-framed photograph gifted by the members of the Raichur Constituency

has also been destroyed by him.

Witnesses for this incident are Basavaraju Sarangapani, B.A, B.L,

and Basavaraju Amukta Malyada."

Ramu, I'm really sorry.

Why?

Actually, the reason I signed--

You lied for your father.

Why should you tell the truth for me?

You remembered me in Guntur.

And you sidelined me in the city.

You are justified.

Why did she ask me who raised me?

Ideally, she should have raised me.

But you told me it's a love story between you and your mom, sir.

Love, my foot!

The way she glared down and said, "Clear the trash!"

Did you see that?

Who do you think the trash was?

It was me.

Did you think she meant the broken glass and porcelain?

My mother, who should have hit me when I was a kid,

now invites me over and slaps me in all dignity.

This chap, Ramana…

His life is a miracle!

His mother doesn't want him. His father doesn't remember him.

On the outside, it's fair and lovely.

Deep inside, it's all unfair and lonely.

Doesn't light up.

Just like my life.

SHRI KANAKADURGA CHILI YARD

Cousin, some Kata Madhu waiting.

He says he doesn't get along with your grandfather.

What does he want?

I heard they slapped a false case against you,

beat you up, and coerced you to sign.

Are we living in a community or a jungle?

Do they think there's no one to question them?

I will make you contest against her.

I will spend a hundred crores if necessary.

I will send you to the Assembly.

All that is fine, boss.

How do you know about this?

Because their driver is on my payroll.

Really?

- Hey, Samba. - Yes?

I want to have a heart-to-heart conversation with this gentleman.

Close the shutter.

Why should your grandfather be the only one to rule?

I just wanted to meet my mom…

not win against her.

Son, please let go of me. Please don't kill me.

That boy…

The first emotion I had when I saw Ramana was pity.

I asked him, "I want to make you contest against your mother. What do you feel?"

He almost hugged me.

Trust me, I couldn't even breathe!

I wanted to leave, but he wouldn't let me.

He was holding my feet.

I asked him if he had any proof.

That's it. He immediately went home

and got me a family picture from a treasured box.

Venkata Swamy!

I have only one thing to say.

Your grandson or this one?

If you ask us to choose between Raja Gopal or Venkata Ramana…

we stand with Venkata Ramana.

You better understand this.

Otherwise… the public will make you realize.

Unlike his dad, he doesn't sit at home behind closed doors.

He barges into our house breaking open all doors.

Because that is Royal Satyam.

He's black and white.

And this is Rowdy Ramana, a 70mm cinema scope.

Right, sir.

If he comes before the public and speaks, Janadalam won't even get the deposits.

He is a truck without brakes.

Who can stop him?

The cops are here.

Sir…

They are the most prominent family in this area, sir.

Please approach with caution, sir.

I mean, with love.

Ma'am?

Dussehra is over. We even gave donations, didn't we?

She's just a kid, sir. I will make her understand.

Sir has come from Hyderabad.

It's shocking how people have started traveling so far for donations!

Hey! Don't you get derisive!

Donations? Again?!

How many times should we give?

Come back next year. Leave!

Hey, don't infuriate me! I will lock you all up!

What? For donations? Sure, try me!

Hey, hold up. Just wait.

- What is the issue? - There is no issue.

If Venkata Ramana comes, we need to go to Hyderabad.

If you don't know the way, we can send someone to guide you.

Why do you want Ramana?

What is this?

No one here gives a straightforward response!

Didn't I tell you to think twice, sir?

Hey, Narayana!

Why have you come with so many cops? Were you missing me?

With the kind of bail you have, you need my permission before leaving the city.

But you roam as you please. And why wouldn't I miss you?

We have to report to the station. Let's go.

What will you do if I don't?

I'll grab your collar and drag you there!

You will do no such thing!

Run for your life!

Hey!

He hit him!

He is a cop.

Are you going to crush him?

Let go of him. Leave him. Idiots!

Mohammed.

Mohammed!

Sir, over here!

I have been telling you to handle it with care!

- Hey, Samba. - Yes?

What is the gentleman saying?

He says he will kill us if we let him go.

Bravo!

Narayana…

Venkata Swamy had called you, right?

He asked you to pick me up, right?

Go, tell the old man.

Ramana's collar is not starched.

It is stiff with arrogance.

Tell him if he touches it, he will burn himself.

Gun? My gun!

What will you do with the CI's gun?

You want to play with it?

Give it back.

You…

Sir.

- Why did you take a picture? - In case I need it…

To garland?

Hey!

Escort the CI to his Jeep.

Ramana!

What is the matter?

Why were the police here?

Your son went to Minister Vasundhara's house.

He beat up their people.

He damaged their furniture.

We came to question him, and he's threatening us!

I'm telling you, I will not spare him!

It's a warning!

Hey, not right now!

Not right now. We will take care of it later!

Hey, move! Give way!

Are you a rowdy?

- Or some goon? - Wow!

Mr. Satyam has finally opened his mouth and chided me.

It's going to rain today.

He only smashed things.

I would have burnt the place down.

You say enough things to instigate him.

Hey!

If you have to sign, just go and sign.

Why did you have to fight?

They filed a case against me. Do you expect me to honor them?

Should I sit gazing out of the window, just like you?

To believe he's searching for his wife… Hyderabad is not that way.

It's this way.

No one knows what he keeps looking at.

I did what was written in the complaint.

Has he killed anyone that you're interrogating him?

Bujji!

Hey…

Do you even know why she left me?

For you.

After the blast at the warehouse…

I wanted to get your uncle out of jail.

And she wanted to take you to the hospital for your eye.

We had a fight over our priorities.

I was young and arrogant.

I scolded your mother.

I mentioned that I knew when to get my son treated.

Satyam!

When she wanted to take you and leave…

in my state of confusion, I requested the door to be closed.

Your aunt never disobeys her brother.

She shut the door on your mother.

That broke your mother's heart and she left.

Even at the court,

she asked your aunt about you.

Bujji… please tell me his eye is fine.

They say it won't go back to normal, sister-in-law.

They said it should have been treated immediately.

Enraged that you had lost your eye,

though your uncle was the one who stabbed, she directed her finger at me.

Since his daughter had returned to him,

your grandfather didn't say I was innocent.

Marx's elder brother was dead, and his enemy was convicted.

So, Marx remained silent.

JUNIOR CIVIL JUDGE JUDICIAL MAGISTRATE FIRST CLASS COURT GUNTUR

I was behind bars for ten years.

So, I couldn't come out.

During the ten years I spent in prison…

there was nobody here to close the doors on her.

And yet, she didn't return.

Why didn't she take you back?

Isn't that what you should be asking?

Why do you get into a brawl instead?

I can't come up with a solution to my problem.

That's why I keep staring out of the window.

You, on the other hand, don't even know what the problem is!

That's why, instead of talking, you choose to take the stairs.

I'm afraid that in four years…

in just another four years…

you might sit next to me in front of the window.

Ramana…

I know why my wife left me.

But…

Do you know why your mother left you?

It's not that. Mr. Satyam…

Hello! Mr. Satyam!

She is the one who left me. What should I do?

If I replace the broken furniture…

and ask her, "Mom, why did you leave me? Tell me",

will she come back?

Is she going to wear a silk sari, hold my hand, and come back?

Can you guarantee that?

There he goes with his songs.

She scolds and he laments.

They don't even give us a chance to cry.

But both have dragged me to the curb.

I have found a great caption for my life.

"A father staring out of the window.

A mother shutting the door.

As for me… A son out and about the streets."

Why are you holding a spoon?

Am I a jasmine to smell fragrant?

I am spicy chili!

That's why she didn't want me. Why should I go and ask her again?

Every flirt seems to be getting lucky.

Not a single sad song is trending!

Yeah, you want others to cry for you.

Let's go for this one.

Have you found one finally?

A little on the side.

- Is this okay? - Yes. Perfect.

Three, two, one!

Your love's eyes caress you And yet why do you stay unmoved?

I cast a net and wait patiently But is this all in vain?

She has made a reel on Insta. I guess it's for you.

My darling friend, my heart throb Look at me once, please

Must be for the video likes.

Not because she likes me.

Sister, your earrings are nice. Are they available on Amazon?

Come and take them when I die.

Why don't you tell the poor thing?

Someone who ignores a beautiful girl like you has to be a fool.

You can always count on me.

Chill.

He seems to have a lot of free time.

Visit Shirdi once, dear. Everything will fall into place.

When the CI went to meet him yesterday, he snatched his gun and threatened him.

Clashes with the cops and meetings with Madhu.

He is purposely creating a nuisance out of sheer vengeance.

I don't want to talk about the past.

What did your son take in exchange for that photo?

Whatever he had taken from you for signing the papers.

I will make a call one more time.

Ask him to keep quiet, at least until the elections conclude.

Why have they brought Mr. Satyam's gramophone here?

Play the rhythm. Let me show you.

Bro, it doesn't matter how big the bill is

I'm feeling low and I will have a full

A thorn pierced through my heart

My pain has worsened

The world has changed The evil has united

For a sensitive man like me Every day is a rotting hell

No one to blame I'm angry with myself

When the sky remains unreachable How long can we leap?

Hey, people think they have people But no one actually belongs

All relations, and endearments Are just part of lip service

Hey, vexed eyes are dry of tears

I look around and find that I am my only lover

Brother!

Spicy and pungent!

Stinging chili powder!

Sir! A contract has been issued to kill you.

Ammu sent me here.

Iron bar, heavy hammer A single blow and broken by sparks!

Hey!

Is there a Ramana here?

One second.

Hello…

I see you are with a red light.

Are you taking us to the area?

Got you!

Hey, come here. Get down.

Brother, when we asked for Ramana, two of them had come forward.

We brought them both as a precaution.

Hey, Amazon!

Stop the chatter and open the parcel.

Hey, get down!

Hey, bloody get up!

Sir!

Get up!

Sir! Please get up!

Sir…

- Sir… - Hey, Samba!

I don't think Samba is around, sir.

- Samba! - Sir! Balu, sir.

Sir, it's Balu.

What are you doing here?

Ammu has sent me, sir.

- Ammu? - Yes.

Why did she send you?

Some Babji has been given a contract to kill you, sir.

I tried to inform you, but I was punched and knocked unconscious.

By who?

Who are all these people?

Are we appointing new drivers for our trucks?

They are the contract holders, sir.

- Contract? - Yes.

For what?

Ammu has sent me to tell you exactly that, sir.

Hey!

We are not on talking terms. Why would she send you?

Spare me your personal issues, sir!

Babji has been paid to kill you.

I wanted to tell you the same, but I was struck and silenced!

By who?

It was you, sir!

For what?

Gosh! I curse my fate!

Hey!

He has swallowed a mic.

Bloody idiot.

Hey…

do you want to snip?

I don't want his hair. I want his head! Get it!

What happened?

He is sleeping.

Turn off the lights and turn on the AC.

Wake him up, you fool!

Hey, get up!

Wake up, wake up! Oh, my king!

Who took the contract to kill me?

Hey, half-bottle!

I'm the contract killer tasked with ending your life.

I am Babji.

Gelatin Babji.

You are very costly.

I took one crore rupees.

Remember this before you die.

Why would Ammu give you one crore rupees?

Hey!

Is there a queue system now?

Move!

How audacious of you to put a price tag on me!

My name is Ramana.

I'm not for sale.

- Hey, Balu. - Sir?

Who are all these men?

Why did Ammu send them?

Why would Ammu send them, sir? Do you think she is crazy?

Ammu has sent me!

You're the one bothering me by constantly chanting Ammu's name, sir!

It was Babji who took the contract.

It's Vyra Venkata Swamy who wants you dead! Your grandfather!

- Who? - Your bloody old grandfather.

- My grandfather? - Yes.

Hey, what is this meeting about?

Keep quiet!

Why does the old man want to kill me?

Oh, God!

Hey! I'm a saint with no enemies.

A saint?

Sir! Do you even know its meaning?

Great souls like Dharmaraju and Vidura--

- Hey, discourse! - Wait, man!

"I will create destruction each time we meet."

"I give autographs only to my fans." When you say so, why won't they kill you?

You think they will pamper you?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Are you gone?

- How many fingers are these? - Whose fingers?

Mine's only one.

I guess he has lost both.

- Is he blind? - You doubt it?

Blind? Who is blind?

- Who is that? - You… Bloody…

You said your name was some Tin or Can. What was it?

Gelatin Babji, brother.

Christian?

No, brother. Hindu.

What is Gelatin?

That's my profession, brother.

I use gelatin sticks and blast rocks in quarries.

Are the sticks this long?

No.

They are only this long.

Hey!

Where is my grandpa right now?

How would I know where your grandfather is, brother?

Tell me. Where is the old man?

- Surya! - Brother!

Share the location with brother.

What's up, Venkata Swamy? Is the scenery so good?

You seem engrossed!

Why are you here?

What do you want from me?

I'm done with you, why did you still send goons at me?

I sent goons?!

Hey, what is he talking about, Narayana?

Mr. Narayana!

Sir! Mr. Narayana! Sorry, sir. The job is not done.

Uncle, was it you who sent them?

Who told you to send Babji to him?

Didn't you tell me he shouldn't open his mouth?

What if I did?

People like him will only be quiet when they die. There is no other option.

- Hey, Babji! - Brother?

Pass the phone. Let's play them the sound of Ramana's voice.

Here, brother.

- Hey, this side. - It's okay, brother.

Hey!

Who are you calling?

Hey, close them.

Before coming here, we loaded the cars and set the trigger on the phone.

The explosion and cars soaring amidst the dust were an added bonus.

Madhu and you want to trample on my daughter's and my political careers?

Why will I join hands with that pickpocket?

He came to me and I thrashed him.

He snatched my wallet in the flow.

You owe me the five thousand rupees that I lost.

Look, Venkata Swamy!

The next time I come, cars won't fly.

You will fly along with your building!

- Hey, come on. - Take me along, brother.

Why do you water those? Water the dried-up plants.

He is not home.

Is that the girl?

That's the mother.

Come in and sit.

- Is she the one? - Her younger sister.

Someone loves tea.

Ask them if they want some, Balu.

- Is that the mother? - It's the father with a sore throat!

- Give it. - Sir.

Do you think we should say thanks?

- Someone seems to be expecting it. - Drat!

When I heard you were safe, I wore a sari to go to the temple.

If I weren't safe, would you be wearing pants?

When will you understand my heart, sir?

You play cricket and kabaddi with my heart…

but I'm supposed to understand!

Why am I being tortured, Balu?

No idea, baby.

Why do you want to involve him?

Idiot!

- What did I do, sir? - You did nothing.

You are a serpent.

Did you ever let us sit next to each other?

You would pull her away calling her "baby" all the time.

Idiot!

Is sitting next to you enough or shall I sit in your lap?

I took her to school with these hands.

What happened, Balu?

She apologizes to him, and he expresses his gratitude.

But is the girl fair or very fair?

She is green. What do you care?

Hey!

Why did you go to him?

She asked me to warn Ramana about Gelatin Babji.

- This one? - Who else? This one?

Hey!

I had asked you to get his signature. Instead, you have been spying on me!

What makes you so captivated by him?

His own mother rejected him and abandoned him.

I'm sure she didn't take a proper look.

And I believe he didn't step into the house?

I stepped out myself.

He was ready to pick a fight. Your mom told me.

That's his way of showing love.

You don't seem to understand my situation.

Continue this and I will hang myself. Be warned!

Balu…

What is this?

Are you threatening me that you'll kill yourself? Go ahead!

That is meant for you.

If you can't kick the stool, there are four of us here. One of us will do it.

Hey, silly girl!

Most Honorable Venkata Swamy takes care of our needs.

But I like Honorable Venkata Ramana.

He visits Hyderabad frequently. I wonder what's so interesting!

His mother probably comes into his dreams every day.

The father and son appear deeply engrossed.

Hey, get me the cloth!

Just the other day, they filed a case and forced him to sign.

Moreover,

unsatisfied, they sent thugs after him.

Your dad wants you to find out why a woman like her left you.

Go and ask her!

You don't pay attention to the people around you.

Hey!

You have been badgering me for hours!

You closed the door on my mother, and she left.

It's all your fault.

You are afraid I would keep this in mind.

Who told you?

Did you have a dream?

Going somewhere implies leaving and returning, not staying there.

I used to think drinking was an addiction.

But a mother is also an addiction.

I feel that now.

Don't take her name here anymore.

Hey, your dad will hear.

Let him!

I have heard why she left.

I have decided I don't want her. Let him hear it!

All of us support Venkata Ramana.

Madam!

Madam!

Law Minister, Madam Vyra Vasundhara met with an accident today.

A truck rammed into her convoy on the way to the Secretariat,

severely injuring her.

She was immediately rushed to Axis Hospital close by.

Doctors have confirmed injuries to her head and arms.

Minister Vyra Vasundhara's appearing before the media in a short while!

There's a press meet in the conference hall

on the first floor of Axis Hospital!

She is expected to give her health updates and the reasons for the accident.

We have learned that

Minister Vyra Vasundhara has been under treatment for two days.

I am fine now.

I walked by myself here.

It took some time, but I came on my own.

Is your hand fractured?

Just a shoulder injury.

Kata Madhu has criticized that you have abandoned your elder son.

- This is… - Your response to this…

a press meet about her health updates.

Please don't divert the topic. Next.

This accident happened soon after Kata Madhu's press meet.

So, is this an attempt to murder?

Ma'am, would you fight with rivals like Hari Das and Madhu or let go?

I may let go of what I love.

I don't spare anything that poses a threat to me.

In Kashi, the way we let go of our favorite things for Ganga…

I have also let go of some of my favorite ones.

We must somehow get Ramana back, Dad.

You got to help me.

Let go.

I don't insist out of adamance, Dad.

I didn't ask you to let go of your adamance.

I meant, let go of your son.

You find it painful?

Well, you have raised him for ten years.

What about my pain when I was asked to give up my daughter?

I had raised you for 25 years.

Your parenting for ten years is love.

But my parenting for 25 years is selfishness?

If I am selfish, then you are somewhat less selfish.

If yours is love, then mine is bigger love.

If you still insist on going, I won't stop you.

But this time when the warehouse catches fire, your husband will be gone.

This time, it won't just be an eye like before.

Your son himself will be gone.

- Dad? - Yes, it's Dad.

Your dad.

The matchstick that ignited the Guntur warehouse,

the broken petrol bottles, the expense of five lakh rupees,

Marx's pockets that held it, and dead Lenin's blood.

Everything!

Your dad was the person behind it all.

Mothers may not always be right.

But they never go wrong in fulfilling their responsibilities.

Madam, one minute. Mr. Kata Madhu accuses you

- of leaving your elder son like an orphan. - Enough.

What's your take on this?

I am a mother.

Never ask a mother what she has done for her children.

You won't know even if I tell you.

You won't understand even if you find out.

The media and we are aware that Hari Das was responsible for this accident.

Only you don't know.

But no one has the guts to speak up.

The driver would claim he had not slept and couldn't apply the brakes.

And he would be out in six months.

That is Hari Das.

People like you ignore rogues like him but come and challenge old men like me.

Tell him if you have the guts.

"I am Vasundhara's son.

Face me if you can.

I am called Guntur Chili."

Don't come up with excuses like not knowing the address.

Everyone pays a visit after an accident.

Go see him.

Then come, twirl your mustache, and tell your mom, "I am your son."

If you can't, then weep and keep quiet.

Why do you always meddle with him,

make it a big issue, and turn it into a calamity?

I mean, you are so wise in political affairs!

When it comes to family, why do you get so emotional and--

- Pani! - Sir.

Let me tell you a story.

- Listen with some patience. - Sir.

A man built himself a solid fort only by playing caste politics.

He won thrice consecutively.

His daughter got into an inter-caste marriage and left him.

People said, "You couldn't make your daughter marry into your own caste.

What can you possibly do for the others?"

- And he lost. - Addepalli Niranjan

has won against the sitting MLA Vyra Venkata Swamy with 5433 votes.

To win the election again, his daughter would have to come back.

He finally brought her back.

There was a lot involved, of course.

- Narayana… - Uncle!

Uncle! He stands a chance if we take him to Vijayawada.

What if he gets stuck in traffic before reaching the hospital?

- Uncle! - Narayana!

- Let him die. - Narayana…

He got his daughter married to his nephew.

He made her contest elections.

Since she married into the same caste, they elected her.

She even became a minister.

Now, he desires his grandson, born into his own caste, to become an MP.

Exactly at that moment, here's what appears on his daughter's phone.

Here…

Twenty-five years of control. Isn't it slipping out of hand?

Where is emotion involved in all this?

It's all politics, right?

I haven't seen you before.

I never came here.

What brings you here now?

To eat some fritters.

Don't you get them in your place?

Each location has its distinctive specialty.

What's special here?

Hari Das.

What is so special about him?

He wants to kill my mother.

Who is your mother?

Vyra Vasundhara.

My grandfather told me…

to sit at home and cry when Das kills my mother.

Tell me, Uncle.

How disgusting it would be if I cried!

As disgusting as a wig on your bald head!

That's why…

I have come to kill him.

- Are you carrying a knife? - Yes.

Where are you hiding it?

Six feet one inch.

It's not possible to hide it.

Brother, there's a guy claiming that he has come to kill you.

I've been here for the last forty years. I'll show you who Das is. Come on.

They say after the Stuvartupuram Colony was gone, they had all joined his gang.

Knives, bombs, you name it!

Everything needed for survival and killing is available for sale here.

These youngsters?

Only they can act on impulse without thinking of consequences.

That's why Hari Das only uses them.

Is this Hari Das?

That's quite a big head.

But I will pluck it and go.

What is this, Uncle?

Are they ladies or rowdies?

Even the sweepers are delivering flying kicks!

You want Das's head, right?

Yes.

Hey! Basha, Jani, Khatri, Ahmed!

His legs, arms, neck, and torso… hack them into pieces

and decide whether you want to cremate or bury them.

While they decide, could you get me some water?

Hey, Chotu!

Have you ever played Thief and Police?

Police don't come here, brother.

But the black guard is here.

Do you want to watch the game?

What are you looking at, sisters?

I will get him down.

You please get down to cooking.

The biryani should be delicious, sister.

Make it spicy.

Why do you stare?

Is the cigarette appearing in 3D?

Oh, my! Brother Das!

Oh, my! Brother Das!

What a tragedy!

Hey!

What do we do now?

I don't mind holding you by your hair and smashing you to the ground!

What is happening, Uncle?

Are you Das?

Yes.

- What about him? - He sells fritters.

Why were you sitting outside?

Whenever someone comes, I sit at the fritter shop,

and he sits in my chair.

Oh, my!

But why?

To elude.

I saw such tricks long ago in old films.

And now, I see you.

It really hurts.

I'm not able to bear it.

What sin have I committed, God?

Shall I tell you?

Threatening the minister.

Ramming a truck into their car while they are inside.

God may be busy, but sons like me, who gallivant with no work…

will come looking for you.

Why would I kill your mother?

I have only threatened her.

My problem is only… with your grandfather.

What has the old man done to you?

If I recall that, I will die right away. Why remember that mess now?

Hey! You brainless morons!

Stop crying and pull this out.

Wait.

Hey! Sister!

- What are you trying to pull? - Why?

I think it has pierced right through the center.

If you pull it, blood will gush out like water from a borewell.

At least suture it.

If I was so skilled, why would I be here?

Like KIMS and NIMS, I would have set up GUMS in Guntur.

Only God can save you now.

Forget God!

There is not even a doctor here.

You are set up in a jungle and talk as if Apollo is next door!

You are right. Hey, call the ambulance at least.

We don't have the number, brother.

It's all over, sisters.

Go and comb your hair, all of you.

Hey, Balu!

Have you got a doctor for me, Kata?

No, Dasu. I have brought him.

- Are you fine? - Look who you gave my address to!

I'm the victim. Why is the nurse looking at him?

That's his love, not a nurse.

She's the nurse. Do something.

Who pierced the nail through?

Wow! Great person!

He has given you a second life.

I don't even have to put a stent. 98 percent of the valves were blocked.

By piercing with a nail, he opened all of them.

But you need some blood.

B positive, doctor.

I'm definitely positive. I'm asking for your blood group.

That's what I told you, doctor. B positive!

But who will give the blood?

Hey! One of you come forward.

Come on, brother!

How can we have blood? It's all brandy.

In that case, remove the nail during cremation.

- Brother Das! - Hey!

Stop it, stop it!

Oh, my!

Why do you start crying?

One of you just donate blood.

The one who stabbed him is donating his blood. This is a historical moment.

Keep these things aside, Uncle.

What is your problem with my grandpa?

Both of us were into business together 25 years ago.

We got double returns.

What should the ratio be?

To be all fair and honest… fifty each?

He wanted ten percent more since it was his idea.

Fair enough.

But you should get at least forty.

Claiming ownership of goodwill,

he insisted on an additional ten percent as interest.

Tough!

Did he at least give you thirty?

Since supply had to continue, he sought an additional ten percent for investment.

Terrible!

He should at least give you twenty.

He said I'd squander the money at once. So, he wanted to pay in two installments.

Glad.

What about the ten percent?

He gave me five, and when I asked him about the rest,

he called me rowdy and kicked me out.

He showed you fifty percent profit and gave you only five?

I wasn't hurt by that.

Do you know what he did when I was leaving?

He gave this to me.

I knew that the old man was nasty.

I just didn't know how nasty!

Don't worry.

I will be the gun under your pillow.

Just give me a call.

I will be there.

Stop!

How can you donate blood and just walk away?

You can't always have your way.

Let us at least throw you a party.

Hey!

Call our Ramola batch.

Young lad, pass me the chilled water.

Salutations to the theater!

A grand welcome to connoisseurs!

The time is seven o'clock The evening is dusky

The cool breeze begins to tickle

Daring Das seated on that couch And the elegant prince on this one

Ramola dancing party's performance

Why don't we make it scintillating?

Hey, Ramola!

Why don't we drape this girl in a sari?

Ragamanjari from Rajahmundry

There's no one Who doesn't know the mother of me

All are artists in the family With our dance, we commit sleep robbery

Stylish, dream girl! Your velvety look is a bed of jasmines

My breath is on fire Looking at you makes my heart go crazy

Loading bullets in your curves You fired shots, my belle

Seducing the entire male race…

Folding the chair…

Folding the chair… Folding it…

Folding it… Folding it…

To her…

To her, you gifted the goats And gave me broken rice

The goats grew into hundreds and herds And my broken rice melted in titbits

You gave her emerald earrings You gave me dotted, checkered saris

Her earrings shone with sparkles My saris turned into tatters

What sort of patron are you, Mr. Das? You are always with prejudice!

What sort of patron are you, Mr. Das? You are always with prejudice!

Folding the chair…

Folding it… Folding it…

Folding it… Folding it…

Such a stylish, beautiful lady

Your velvety look is a bed of jasmines

My breath is on fire

Looking at you makes my heart go crazy

What are you looking at?

Each one is a lyric writer of his own anguish.

Write it, fold it, and throw it.

Folding it…

Folding it…

Folding it…

Folding the chair…

Folding it…

Folding it…

Folding it…

Just one word.

It's a bloody cult mass song!

- Long live… - Janadalam party!

- Long live… - Janadalam party!

- Long live… - Janadalam party!

- Long live… - Vyra Venkata Swamy!

- Long live… - Sir.

- Long live… - Vyra Venkata Swamy!

- Long live… - Please wait.

Enough. Okay.

What? It's a book.

Okay, okay. Move.

- Where is Raja Gopal? - Didn't he come with you, sir?

- Long live… - Vyra Venkata Swamy!

- Long live… - Vyra Venkata Swamy!

- Gopal sir! - Gopal.

Where's Gopal sir? Have you seen him?

Gopal!

Gopal sir!

- Gopal sir! - Narayana!

- Gopal sir! - Narayana!

Drunkard…

Hey!

- Uncle? - Where is he?

- Who, Uncle? - Who else?

- Your own son! - My son…

He has left home.

But he's nowhere to be found. Where is he?

He must be somewhere around, Uncle.

Oh, there he is!

What did you do?

Actually, Uncle…

He has joined the Party.

He's also getting the MP ticket.

He said he was feeling nervous…

So?

To pep him up, I gave him a glass of juice, Uncle.

Oh, no!

Hey, Gopal!

I think he's in a stupor.

Uncle, I will get him ready in ten minutes.

Hey! Someone get some buttermilk!

You should be killed, wastrel!

- I will not spare you! - Uncle!

- Die! - Uncle!

- I was… - Uncle!

I was going to make him join the Party, but you organized your own party!

- And today of all the days! - Uncle! What did I do?

He is the future of this family and politics!

- Not a wastrel like you! - Uncle!

He is Vyra Venkata Swamy's heir!

Who? Who is the heir?

He is not even my son!

I don't even have a son!

I don't even have a son!

Whether you like it or not, you have only one heir!

Bhogineni Veera Venkata Ramana!

He is your real heir!

Are you so drunk that you are blabbering?

Me?

Exactly 25 years ago…

your daughter married a man from a different caste.

You had told me when you lost the election.

By the time the next elections occurred, you pulled the strings.

Now, just as your grandson is about to enter politics,

your daughter is pulling the strings.

Your daughter didn't marry me because she thought I was handsome.

She married me to make a fool of you.

Fortunately, since our bedroom is on the first floor,

you're unable to climb the stairs.

Let me tell you that there are two beds in there.

You can place a net between them and play badminton.

That's the situation.

As soon as you began to wonder why there were no children yet,

she announced her pregnancy.

She said she would be more comfortable delivering the baby abroad,

and went to Aunt Raji in Australia.

Once she reached there,

she said she didn't want to trouble them and stayed alone.

Have you even seen her photograph when she was pregnant?

No.

Right.

She came back with him.

You took him.

Carried him on your back.

When he cried, you called it music!

When he peed, you called it perfume!

If you gave him my surname "Pakka", you thought he would be sidelined.

So, you call him Vyra Rajagopal!

You are making him an MP now.

If all goes well, you would like to reverse it and make him the PM.

But if you realize he is not your daughter's son…

what will you do?

Your daughter is not boastful like you, Uncle.

No way!

She sent her husband to jail.

You trusted her 25 percent.

She married me. You trusted her 50 percent.

She said she gave birth to him.

You trusted her 75 percent.

She abandoned her own son.

You trusted her a hundred percent!

She has proved that a mother would go to any extent to protect her son. Wow!

Your daughter is not an ordinary woman, Uncle.

She can easily manipulate three men like you into following her plan!

You should have told me this earlier…

Actually, once you cross 70, people like you shouldn't stay alive, Uncle.

You must make your exit.

You should.

That would do good to everyone.

Please die, father-in-law.

- Heed my advice. - Grandpa! Careful!

Hey! Who is your grandpa?

Who is your grandpa?

All of you are playing a game behind my back, right?

I'm going to kill you.

She's the one behind you, right?

She should be killed first.

In that case, you should be killed a hundred times.

I couldn't stop him, sir.

What's with you?

You walked in quietly like a fake voter?

I was missing you.

So, I have come to talk.

I would also like to talk. Come. Let's talk.

Hey, get a chair. Come on.

Normally, people discuss their kids' future. We'll discuss your mom's past.

Come on!

Is your mom some goddess in a temple?

You want to visit her all the time!

She's a demon!

Why did you orchestrate the accident?

Which accident?

The one in which you made a truck ram into her car?

Hey, get me some water.

That accident.

Ask Hari Das!

Hey!

Give him the glass, Dasu.

Why are you shocked?

It's our very own Das.

Don't clean the blood on your hands with the water he gave you.

Whose truck was it?

Aren't there enough rogues?

If not him, it must have been Madhu's job!

You could fall. Careful.

As a precaution, I have brought him along.

Please don't say he was behind the accident.

Because he himself is ramming into things and falling.

Why did you do it?

Do you think it is easy to win the fourth time after three terms?

There has to be some magic.

I organized a murder attempt. I created sympathy.

Go, check the surveys.

They confirm her victory.

Anyway, what is the problem now?

She is not dead…

Uncle!

A little harder and there won't be any need for surveys.

She's sure to secure victory through sympathy.

As soon as you discovered he was not your grandson,

you discarded him asking who his grandfather is!

But she raised him like her own son for thirty years.

Hey, I'm not jealous of you. Please don't feel bad.

Her action was betrayal, and yours was sacrifice.

Shall I give you a list of her sacrifices? Your heart will stop.

A pointless wedding.

A meaningless marriage.

A son who's not her own.

And an unsolicited rank.

For whom did she do all this?

She did it so that Ramana could live like a king!

I failed to understand then.

I'm a dunderhead!

I'm not sure if you said it knowingly or not…

but she is truly a goddess.

Any place she is becomes a temple.

When she leaves tomorrow, you will know, Venkata Swamy.

Forget about a sacred offering,

there won't be a soul who would offer you a flower.

With so much love in your heart,

you choose to fight.

Is shouting Ramana's way of expressing love?

Come.

You have done whatever you want, and now look at you talking!

What have I done, Dad?

Did I set the warehouses on fire?

Did I organize murders?

I just wanted him to do well.

Is that a crime?

You've arranged for a survey on election result trends if I die.

Now that I'm leaving, get a fresh survey done.

Where will you go?

If you go,

I'll kill everyone in that place and not even leave an address to refer to.

You're threatening me even after you saw him?

Back then, he was as tall as your knee.

Now, he has made you kneel!

What the heck?

Why are you talking nonsense like him?

Why would I talk like him, Dad?

He talks like me.

Because he is my son.

Son!

What do you mean by son?

You can say that again.

You are my son.

Why didn't you tell me all these years?

Do you think love is confined to inquiries about food and sleep?

When I came home, I was kicked out.

But I watched you from upstairs.

You slapped me as soon as you saw me.

I wanted to touch you.

At the hospital, you said you didn't like me.

Before that, I mentioned my favorite things, didn't I?

Before what?

Hey!

When you were a child, you used to bother me about food.

Now, you want to trouble me about talking?

A mother would have to die before she leaves her son.

Bloody hell, Venkata Swamy!

Waiting another 25 years to hear this again would be worthwhile.

When she speaks, it's not just my ears that listen,

but my entire body.

- Hey! - Hey!

Why do you want to talk to him? Come on.

Hey!

Wait!

Wait!

Hey!

Long live…

Long live…

Long live…

What is it?

As soon as I saw you…

I wanted to pick a big fight.

But the moment you touched me, I forgot everything.

What?

You are so handsome.

- Why the beard? - This?

Love failure.

Hey!

Who is the girl?

You.

Hey, when did you come?

Bujji…

How are you?

Bujji!

Bujji… Bujji!

How are you, Satyam?

How are you?

My room…

your memories…

Here… like this…

Old songs…

Old bike…

Old wife…

I didn't give up anything.

Did it take you so long to stop being angry with me?

It took me so many years to stop being afraid of my dad.

You were so hurt that you had shut the door on her.

Today, you opened the door to her yourself.

Is it even?

- Hey, Samba! - Yes?

Shall I give you a nice caption?

"Ramana is rebellious…

because he has two mothers."

Uncle! Venkata Swamy is calling.

Cut the call and block him.

All this while you have been sharpening a needle instead of a knife.

I will start sharpening the knife then.

Uncle…

My constituency should not be orphaned.

We need Ramana.

He won't come. It's a waste of time.

What would bring him to us?

Uncle…

during every festival, we decorate with festoons made of mango leaves.

It's considered auspicious, right?

After a few days, the leaves dry up,

and the rustling sound they make becomes irritating to the ear.

We can't discard it due to sentimental reasons.

You are just like that, Uncle.

Discarding you would be a sin while keeping you would pose a risk.

Drop the matter. It's a waste of time.

- He isn't home. - I know.

Wow!

Hi, sir.

- Hey! - Sir?

- Are those clothes? - Yes, sir.

- Bought or tailored? - Ready-made, sir.

Shall we go?

Where to, sir?

What do you care?

When will you be back, sir?

- Tomorrow evening. - Tomorrow evening?

What do I tell Mr. Pani?

Tell him she has eloped.

I carried her to school with these hands, sir.

Using the same hands, lead her to the wedding altar.

Careful, dear.

Your sari…

- If it weren't for you, Balu… - Sir?

I would've driven her to Guntur in my Jeep the very first day I saw her!

First day!

That's what you are doing right now, sir.