RAJ BHAVAN - GOVERNOR'S RESIDENCE
The chief minister is en route
-to the oath-taking ceremony. -Sir.
-Ensure all arrangements are in order. -Okay, sir.
-Okay? -Okay, sir.
Copy, sir.
Every story has a beginning and an end.
But this moment isn't where our story begins.
To understand where it all started, we must travel back in time.
Sir.
-Rangaiah. -Sir.
-Meizu Nayak. -Sir.
-Ravuthu Nayak. -Sir.
-Singaiah. -Sir.
Starting tomorrow,
send your children to school, not to work.
When they work, we earn. When they study, we spend.
Don't burden us with this.
I'll pay out of my own pocket if all 20 children enroll.
Listen to me!
Please, send your children to school.
He's not like the others, man.
He never married and never had children.
He's dedicating his life and earnings to people like us.
-Shiva. -May we know who you are, sir?
He's the new headmaster. He was just transferred here.
BLACK FOREST
-From here. -Yes, coming.
Two tusks! We've hit the jackpot!
Hey! Over here. Pass it to me!
-These tusks will fetch a fortune. -Yes, dude!
We're taking these tusks home no matter what!
Hey!
Who is that?
Hey idiots! Are you out of your minds?
Come on, guys.
Wrap it with the rope!
Thank you.
You came at just the right time.
Where are you from?
-The neighboring Lingaiah Gudem, sir. -Oh! Is that so?
ANDHRA PRADESH TRIBAL WELFARE RESIDENTIAL HOSTEL
Your name?
Nobody knows his real name, sir. We all call him Chinnaiah.
-What about his parents? -His mother died giving birth.
His father, Chenchu Ramaiah,
was a traditional healer who spent his days in the forest.
He passed away recently too.
The boy scrapes by doing odd jobs just to keep himself fed, sir.
List me as his guardian.
I'll take care of him from this day forward.
Okay, sir.
CHINNAIAH - LINGAIAH GUDEM CHANDRA SEKHAR RAO - GUARDIAN
-Everyone, form a line. -Come, dear.
Thank you, ma'am.
-Come on. -Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.
-Thank you, ma'am. -Here.
Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you, Mom.
Come!
Come on.
-Long live! -The revolution!
BHAGAT SINGH
Don't you know it's wrong to hit the hostel warden?
He was in the wrong, so I hit him.
What did he do?
What's this?
You've been cooking extra rice every day.
Is your illicit lover going to pay for it?
Why would you say that, sir?
These children are growing up.
-They get hungry, so I make more-- -Cut the nonsense!
I'll kill you. You better watch it!
Chinnaiah, stop! Listen to me!
No.
You expect me to be scared of this little boy?
What are you going to do? Hit me?
Sir, I recently read that when there's a strong leader in place,
everyone beneath them works with discipline.
I shared that with him.
And he hit me for it.
He's lying--
The Constitution says self-defense is a fundamental right.
The Bhagavad Gita teaches us to stand against unrighteousness.
My conscience urged me to rise against injustice.
So I hit him, sir.
Self-defense.
Conscience.
These aren't words that come from a child's mouth.
Someone's been doing their reading, huh?
Very well.
What's this, sir? After all of this, you're still not taking action?
Oh, I will.
But it'll be on you.
If he's picking fights at this age, he'll go after big shots when he grows up.
Without a doubt.
You spoke about what makes a great leader.
So tell me… who's your favorite?
I admire Bhagat Singh's fire, sir.
And what about Gandhiji's patience? Didn't you read about that?
I deeply respect Gandhiji, sir.
But for me, Bhagat Singh means everything.
Bhagat Singh's fire burns strong in you.
Chinnaiah doesn't suit you anymore.
From this day, your name is Bhagat Singh.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, back when my father used to heal people,
everyone called him Ustaad. So--
Then, your name is Ustaad Bhagat Singh.
-Ustaad?! -Thank you so much, sir.
I'm very happy, sir.
If he keeps fighting like this, how will he focus on his studies?
That boy isn't here to score marks.
He's here to spark flames in the dark!
Master!
-That's what truly matters. -Master!
Master!
What happened?
You've won the Best Teacher Award, a state honor, master!
The chief minister himself is coming to our village.
He's actually coming!
-Please sit down, master. -It's all right, sir.
Sit sir!
You are the chief minister, and sitting beside you…
They said the guru is God,
not the chief minister.
Please sit.
Sir.
You've traveled all this way just to present a simple award?
I didn't come here to present any award, master.
I came to invite you to join my party.
Join your party?
When it comes to politics…
Politics already has veterans like you.
The more life teaches us, the less time we have left, master.
A life of selfless service
shouldn't be confined to just one village or one school.
There's no pressure, master.
Take your time and make the right choice.
Okay, sir.
Hey, what's the matter, Bhagat?
I never thought you'd abandon me too.
Not just me.
You should come too, leaving everything behind.
Promise me you'll come whenever I call for you.
PRESENT DAY
The chief minister attending the wedding… this is no small thing.
-Right? -Namaste.
Hey! Hold on, guys.
This isn't a political meeting. It's a family wedding.
Sir!
The CM is in critical condition.
We can't predict what will happen next.
Under these circumstances,
Karra Nanaji has been unanimously appointed
as acting chief minister.
Congratulations, sir.
Taking on the role of acting chief minister brings me no joy.
My heart goes out to the Chief Minister in his condition.
But now, our focus must be the people.
The opposition is already stirring trouble,
questioning what protection ordinary citizens have
if even the chief minister wasn't safe.
As city commissioner, you must maintain a round-the-clock vigil.
Come, come. Quick!
Sir, what do you say about the political killings in the state?
Sir, will you push for a CBI inquiry in the assembly?
Would you classify this as an act of terrorism?
-Sir! -As a politician, what's your next move?
-Sir! -Necropolitics.
-What does it mean? -It means
we must never turn the dead into political pawns.
-Sir! -Sir!
Yesterday, the priest said something interesting.
Even though all of your palm lines are remarkably strong,
this one falls short by half an inch.
And that's why you're not the chief minister.
So… will I finally become CM?
You will, sir. You will.
You will, sir.
I shed my own blood to claim that seat of power.
You think I'd hesitate to spill someone else's?
The chief minister the other day… that wedding cost him his life.
Forget that.
The man who orchestrated the attack
against the next chief minister, your father, is…
Quick!
All they see is a "chief minister" in the acting chief minister.
I suggest you see the threat that comes with it.
And you? What's your move?
I hope you got the point.
I am CM Nalla Nagappa, and that stands for…
Chadhala Marri Nalla Nagappa.
I, Chadhala Marri Nalla Nagappa,
do solemnly swear in the name of God
to uphold the sovereignty and the integrity of Bharat,
as the acting chief minister of Telangana…
That's me.
without fear or favor, affection or ill will.
I promise to honor my oath.
This victory belongs to every one of you.
It's my father who's the chief minister. You should congratulate him, too.
Thank you, Dad. Love you!
Love you, uncle!
A thousand congratulations to the prince!
Your father becoming chief minister means you've become one too, in our eyes.
Cut the extra drama!
It's been five years feeling like I'm just an extra.
At least introduce us to your father, Prince.
I'll think about it. I'm in full party mode.
I'll call you back.
That's exactly why I'm calling.
Why does it always have to be city parties?
It's all plastic glasses and fake people!
Come out to us, just once.
Mornings drenched in open green,
and nights wrapped in cozy feel,
you'll love every second of it.
Guys! He's talking about the wildest party in the middle of the forest.
Are you ready?
Yes!
Alright, I'm bringing my friends along.
-Arrangements must be absolutely grand. -Oh God, once you come out here,
you'll never want to set foot in the city again.
You have my word. So what do you say?
SINGAIAH TIMBER DEPOT (12KMS FROM NALLAMALA FOREST)
Welcome, Prince!
Welcome!
After so many years, I can't believe I'm finally seeing you.
Welcome!
Get the welcome drink for our prince!
Enjoy!
What's this, Mr. Singaiah?
We've come all this way. And no ganja to enjoy?
That just reminded me!
I've got bad news.
This morning, 25 tons of ganja
from your syndicate was seized by the police.
That's true, sir.
Sir?
How strange is it?
The government is ours. The power is ours.
But the ganja is theirs!
How are we supposed to live like this?
I called you because I knew you'd sort this out.
Come on, guys!
The CI behind the seizure… his name is Kesava Reddy.
THE LITTLE BOY… (YOU KNOW)
-I brought you to the station -Lock all seized vehicles.
because you're driving me crazy at home.
-You'll get calls from higher-ups. -There's your dad.
Don't answer them without telling me.
-Okay? -Okay, sir.
Hey!
-Get their fingerprints too. -On it, sir.
-Take care of it. -Okay.
What are you doing here?
-You haven't come home in two days. -I missed you, Daddy.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
It's 25 tons of seized ganja.
We have to guard it around the clock.
It's already been over 48 hours.
Why put yourself through such a risky job?
You could run my father's business instead.
I could. But…
money isn't everything.
You also need satisfaction.
-I want both. -So do we!
My ganja…
-And your head. -Mom!
If a CI wields this much power,
imagine what a chief minister can do.
Want to find out?
Daddy!
Dear!
Oh no!
Hey!
What you're doing is wrong!
You're right. It is wrong.
It's not your clothes that need to come off.
-Hey! Hey! -Mom!
Hey… this is wrong.
-Hey! -I won't spare you.
What's this, Vicky?
I thought she was only his wife. Why are all these men after her?
-Hey! -Mom!
-Let go of her! -Please, leave her alone!
Stop it! Please!
-Dear God! -Mom!
Chinnu!
Please spare her.
Whenever dharma falters,
and adharma prevails,
to shield the virtuous, to vanquish the wicked,
and to restore dharma to its rightful place,
I manifest Myself in every age.
Chinnu!
Hey! The blow may take time…
But it never misses its mark.
What you heard earlier was a line from the Bhagavad Gita.
This is Bhagat's line.
Cross it if you've got the guts.
If you knew who my father is…
I'm not interested.
And I simply don't have the time.
Hey!
You toss around the word "violence" without knowing its weight.
I'll show you what it means. What it feels like.
Why violence is necessary. All of it.
Hey!
No! Let's talk this out.
Let's sit and talk.
Come on, let's talk!
Move.
-I said move! -P-please, just hear me out!
N-no.
No. No violence.
I don't want it either.
I only asked him to move. He misunderstood.
-N-no. -He's gone. For good.
Protect dharma, and it will protect you in return.
-Dharma protects -Dharma protects
-those who protect it. -those who protect it.
How's the chief minister doing now, sir?
He's responding well to his treatment in Singapore.
He'll be back in India soon.
As soon as he's here, go see him.
I need a favor from you, Bhagat.
That's all he ever does these days, dishing out favors.
No fun, no buzz, not a moment to spare.
-Katta! -Alright, I'll shut up.
Madhusudhan Rao. A prominent industrialist.
He's a close friend to the finance minister.
His family is coming to the forest resort
for the pre-wedding celebrations of his younger daughter.
His elder daughter wants to explore the forest.
Keep her safe until they leave.
-Show her around the forest. -I'm good with kids, Mr. Rao.
But babysitting a grown woman is a different matter.
Please, leave me out of this.
You don't get to say no. Her father is a wealthy industrialist.
If she loves it here, they will adopt the forest.
You've always had a way of roping me in under the name of development.
So be it.
When's that "special weather" hitting the forest?
Tomorrow.
So, please.
-Welcome, sir. -Smooth journey, I hope?
-Yes. -Welcome to Mountain Trails Resort, sir.
-What is this, a full family reunion? -Something about a pre-wedding ceremony.
I've heard of destination weddings, but a pre-wedding ceremony?
If the wedding is the climax of a man's life,
the pre-wedding is the pre-climax.
What a good resort. It looks very nice.
I'm Upendra, the resort owner.
And this is Ustaad.
-I'll take care of your stay. -Namaste.
and he's responsible for your safety.
That's right, Ustaad.
I've heard great things about you.
You'll see far more than what you've heard.
He's just very fond of me. You…
-This is my wife, Rajyalakshmi. -Namaste.
-My younger daughter, Kriti.
-The bride-to-be. -Hi.
-My son-in-law, Karthik. -Hello.
-My son, Raj. -Hello.
Hello.
My elder daughter, Shloka.
Namaskaram and welcome.
And the elder son-in-law?
-Without the elder daughter's wedding… -Everyone, please head inside.
Who's this guy?
-Sir… -Please come.
I've advised against venturing out of the resort,
but my elder daughter insists on going deep into the forest for some therapy.
Don't worry, sir. Her safety is my responsibility.
Thank you!
Right this way, sir.
The forest is the right place for therapy. Shloka, I'm convinced.
-Of course, doctor. -I didn't ask for your opinion.
I was just stating mine.
My shoes are Japanese…
Why is she staring into nothing instead of the forest?
She's going through a rough phase.
Just got out of a relationship.
We brought her here for a change of place.
-Who are you, exactly? -Muthaiah!
Doctor Samanvai.
-He's my guru. -Psycho… the rapist?!
Hey! Psychotherapist.
Don't split it. It sounds terrible.
Who are you people?
Please step aside.
I need some breathing space.
Sir, please…
There's more here than meets the eye.
Find out what this therapist has been doing, Katta.
I'll pull her out of this depression.
We'll erase the past scarred into her heart
and script a new future.
And finally,
I'll heal the wound with therapy and replace the hate with love.
If you can do it quickly, we can all get out of here.
Or we'll bury you here.
Jr. Boss will handle all the government contracts.
I only handle the payments.
And that too, only when the jr. boss is fully satisfied.
He'll have absolutely no complaints about our work, sir.
It's not about the work.
It's about the percentage.
The work and the percentage must blend like this.
-Currently switched off. -Switched off! Hey!
-Sir, sir! -Vicky's phone is switched off.
-Sir. -Track him down and get him on the line.
Okay, sir.
Where on earth did Vicky go?
What if we get a call from the CM's office right now?
There are forces out there that turn your words into reality.
-Hello. -We're calling from the CM's office.
We've been informed that Vicky is with you.
Could you put him on the line?
-I won't. -What?!
He's gone into the forest to have fun.
There's no network coverage out there.
Once he's back in range, we'll have him call you.
If you'll allow it, I'd like to speak with the CM directly
and explain everything myself.
Feels like Vicky's about to ruin us.
-That's it! -Good job, ma'am.
Awesome!
What you're burning down are not photos but memories.
You're killing it!
Again. Good job, ma'am.
What is this?
Instead of sleeping, you've decided to set the whole place on fire!
Dr. Samanvai!
This is called fire therapy.
-Hey, Seenu! -Yes, boss.
The doctor's got a lot of fire in him.
-Yeah. -What?
Ustaad!
Respect works both ways.
You demand it, but you don't give any.
He's got great timing.
Now this is a joke.
Ustaad! Ustaad!
Call me "Ustaad" one more time.
Please, go on. Ustaad! Ustaad!
Listen to the weight in his voice.
What?
-You think my warning is a joke? -If it's not a joke, then what is it?
Instead of burning memories, you should've taught her to light a stove.
Whoever she marries will be a lucky man.
Bloody male chauvinist, stereotypical old-fashioned thinking!
Why is cooking a woman's job? Can't men do it?
They should. They have to!
Men were born to cook too.
They just lost their way somewhere along the line.
We can't keep saying only mom's cooking is like nectar forever.
I truly hope the day comes when dad's cooking is worthy of the gods.
We humbly welcome your empowerment and strength.
Wow, Ustaad! Wow!
-Isn't that a bit much? -Did you feel the same way?
Shloka, how are you feeling, dear?
Doc… I am feeling very relieved!
Like a weight has lifted.
I think this fire therapy is working.
Hey, it is good to know, Shloka.
-We need to celebrate. -Ugh!
Will you ever give me a moment's peace?
No matter how hard I try, you keep digging it up.
You set it on fire, and I'm the one digging?
-What's this, Katta? -Ridiculous.
Gopi used to say 'let's celebrate' for every small moment.
Oh God!
What's with this Gopi? He left you, but he's haunting me.
Good evening
Brilliant!
Blood running hot Hungry like a cheetah
A fire built on vengeance
Even the pandit is a Power Star fan.
I'm very pleased.
What's going on? I thought Sangeet night was tomorrow.
Why are they sitting like dead wires?
Forget the wires. My nerves are about to snap.
We hired a choreographer for the Sangeet but he ditched us for a film offer.
Why are you telling me all this?
Tell Ustaad and figure something out.
-Or I lose both the payment and the event. -Means?
Get Ustaad to dance a few steps.
To put Ustaad in the spotlight, don't drag me into the limelight.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you, sir.
Boys…
-What should I do now? -You need to dance.
And you need to get these people dancing too.
-Above all, we need courage. -Katta.
If there's one word in Telugu I truly despise, it's "dance."
"Dance" is an English word, not Telugu.
Since when?
Forget all that.
Don't go back on your word. Now get the song started.
-Master! -Yes.
Okay!
-So? How was it? -How was what?
A hungry child will think plain pickle rice is a feast.
But you're serving just plain rice.
Our youth need moves, sir. Real moves!
What is this?
Ten steps from here to there, ten steps back.
That's twenty already! Twenty, you hear me?
If I had an Apple Watch, you'd know exactly how sincere I am.
Fine. One more shot, for the sake of your honesty.
Sir, play our favorite song.
How's this one, Katta?
That's not a lion on the hunt, that's a lion taking a leisurely stroll.
Sir!
-Maybe the Guruji song suits him better? -Hey!
Good Idea!
Mr. Baldy! Play that famous chair song.
How's this step?
When you do a dance step,
it needs to land with impact, not float around casually.
-You caught on quick, man. -Anyone would.
Okay. Okay!
This is your final chance, okay?
Hey, play the megastar's song!
Even a corpse would get up and dance.
Ustaad, come here.
Come here.
What happened? No movement in that body at all?
-You know what the real problem is? -Your expectations.
To you, dance is just movement and motion.
To me, it's an emotion. It's a celebration.
Whether it's a game or a song, it has to carry something deeper.
But the message here is clear, you can't dance.
Forget that.
-Want me to move like Hrithik Roshan? -Please don't!
We'll take it from here.
-Please leave, sir. -Let's just leave.
You don't know how to use real talent.
-Hey, Katta. -Yes, boss?
My legs are killing me. Come on, give them a massage.
Where is he?
Five days and not a single word.
I'm building an empire for him,
and he's out there chasing girls and parties.
-Stop staring and do something. -Sir… I'll try, sir.
I already told you, there's no network out there.
If there's no network,
take him somewhere with reception and make sure he calls.
Really? Oh, God!
I don't have the nerve to lie straight to the CM.
Sir went deep into the forest for ganja.
No one has seen him since.
Why not bring in the task force or the CRPF and sweep the entire forest?
If it comes to that, I'll speak to the CM personally.
The line went dead for now.
If something goes wrong tomorrow…
Should we send our forces in, sir?
That won't be necessary. I'll handle it.
But sir, shouldn't we deploy the CRPF and Greyhounds?
Sir!
No need. I said I'll handle it!
Bhai! Bhai, please.
I made a mistake. Please forgive me, Bhai.
I let greed get the better of me. Please forgive me, Bhai.
Bhai…
-Miya Bhai! -Miya Bhai!
Miya Bhai!
My name is Miya Bhai.
Yes, tell me.
Jr. Boss, who went into the Nallamala Forest, has gone missing.
It's been five days.
Don't worry.
I'll handle it.
Sending in the CRPF will get Baghdadi into trouble.
Don't put him in danger.
Your son will come back to you safe.
That's Miya Bhai's word.
Peace be with you.
I need to speak with Afzal Baghdadi.
-Peace be upon you, brothers. -Allahu Akbar!
Allahu Akbar!
Please forgive me. Forgive me.
Forgive… Please forgive me!
Please!
This international journalist infiltrated us under the guise of jihad
and leaked our footage to the media.
Sever his head from his body.
-Nara-e-Takbeer! -Allahu Akbar!
Thank you.
Leave the Jr. Boss issue to me. I'll handle it personally.
He'll return to you safe.
You have my word.
What happened? Why the shorts today?
-Is this some kind of shorts therapy? -We're taking an off today.
-So you only drink half? -Hey!
Why? Care to join us?
-Drinking alcohol is injurious to health. -But it brings joy to the heart.
You carry on, sir. I'll keep them company.
-Come again? -I'll take care of them!
He's coming wherever we go.
Driving away the peace. We need to keep an eye out for him.
-What do you want? -It's beyond you.
-Then let me go. -That's beyond me.
-My father will kill you. -That's way beyond him.
Ustaad… Ustaad!
The police are here looking for him.
Keep an eye on him.
I'll deal with them.
Come on, let's share it. Please.
What's going on?
-Why are you here? -The CM's son is missing, Ustaad.
They want the forest swept clean. But off the record.
We're exhausted. We need some rest.
-Finding him won't be easy. -What?
Locating anyone in this forest is no small task.
Oh!
-Brother! Brother! Brother. -Hey!
Brother, how long has it been since we saw you like this?
-You look stylish! -Hey, knock it off!
You owning the dance floor while we drank ourselves silly,
-those were the days. -Yes!
Those days are long gone.
-Him? Own the dance floor? -Hey!
Hey, little shrimp!
-What would you know about his moves? -How dare you?
Dance isn't about the words. It's about the moves.
Getting him back to form might take time.
But once he does, he'll wipe the floor with anyone.
-Please don't. -That's just your wishful thinking.
-Ustaad, they might start a fight. -Come on! Really?
For world peace, for the good of humanity you must dance, Ustaad.
-We're not leaving until you dance! -Brother.
We've been waiting years just to see those legs dance again.
-Yes, brother! Please dance. -Just one move, brother.
These kids need a wake-up call, brother.
-Really? -We've already seen enough.
Okay! Okay. Harmony!
-Yay! -Harmony!
Two or three notes.
If possible, play four, five, six, seven, and even eight.
When we're boosted We rise, then fall
Hey bro, you've chosen lines so great!
But we must stay high Through life's call
Nail it, bro! Make it big!
No one can bend us We stand our ground
Oh wow!
Keep our zeal alive Till victory's found
When we're boosted We rise, then fall
But we must stay high Through life's call
No one can bend us We stand our ground
Keep our zeal alive Till victory's found
Hurdles may come, But you have to break through
Step by step, climb to what's true
Raise your collars, lift up the fire
Rise above it all, let nothing tire
Raise your collars, lift up the fire
Rise above it all, let nothing tire
Fun, fun, yeah We're drinking, drinking
Truth in our talks, no fake thinking
Full bottles Empty pockets, rich in feeling
No big wealth, just friends We're ruling, dealing
King!
When shots are fired, be ready to go
Strike the wicked, let your power show
Flags may flutter, waving high But the blaze inside must never die
Keep running with fire burning bright, Tomorrow arrives today, ignite the fight
Be the sun, blazing bright, Let your fire reach every night
Raise your collars, lift up the fire
Rise above it all, let nothing tire
Raise your collars, lift up the fire
Rise above it all, let nothing tire
Must we live like a marble In a soda's spin?
Trapped with no escape No light within
Want to feel high? Skip the liquor's sway
Play the beat Drop the music, watch them pay
Your heart's the rhythm Your steps the beat
Burning like fire, can't be beat
Raise your collars, lift up the fire
Rise above it all, let nothing tire
Raise your collars, lift up the fire
Rise above it all, let nothing tire
Fun, fun, yeah We're drinking, drinking
Truth in our talks, no fake thinking
Full bottles Empty pockets, rich in feeling
No big wealth, just friends We're ruling, dealing
-Peace be upon you, bhai! -Fazal!
-Yes, sir! -I need you to handle something important.
I've never met you.
But I want to see you just once before I die.
I need your blessings.
First, take care of this.
Forget seeing me. I'll come and embrace you myself.
I swear by Allah, you'll see exactly who Faisal Hussaini is.
May God be your shield.
You were all fire the other day. Now it's water therapy?
Ma'am, why was your symphony of sorrow playing all night?
It's a music therapy, sir.
-Our guru invented it. -Yeah.
Wounds that words cannot heal, songs will.
Dr. Samanvai, you know?
Yeah.
I was singing for myself.
That's perfectly fine, but some of us need sleep too.
Why must your breakup serve as our wake-up call?
-Hello! -If you knew what she'd been through,
you wouldn't speak like that.
Then tell us.
Go on. Share the scars Gopi gave you.
No way! I don't want to dig.
You have to dig, ma'am. You must go deeper.
Happiness doubles when shared. And problems, when shared…
-Triple? -Your face will be crippled!
Problems get cut in half.
-Dr. Samanvai! -Okay, let's give it a try.
We met on Instagram.
-See this Gopi. -Yes, nice.
He got close to our family in no time.
Happy birthday to you!
Just when I thought life with Gopi was everything I hoped for…
He hopped away?
Right under our noses, within our own family…
Don't tell me he fell for your sister.
Not my sister.
He fell in love with my brother!
Hi, Aunty. How are you?
So Gopi didn't break your heart, he just broke out of the closet?
Just shut up! Learn to respect people's feelings.
How can you laugh at something like this?
Forget him.
Ma'am, Gopi leaves and you go to therapy? You should celebrate instead.
Ma'am, your real problem isn't the breakup.
It's how society, especially social media spreads rumors about us.
How can you call your life shattered
when the lens you're looking through is broken?
Set it aside and really look.
You'll understand, Life isn't broken. It's the lens.
She doesn't even wear glasses. What's your problem?
You! You're her broken lens.
For money, you convinced a perfectly fine woman she was broken.
True happiness isn't about likes, it's about genuinely loving your life.
The phone should be in our grip. Not the other way around.
What do you even lack, ma'am?
One look into those eyes,
and even the greatest swimmer wouldn't make it out alive.
And that nose?
It'll drive straight into the heart like a chisel.
And as for those lips,
no words could ever do them justice.
So, my dear Shloka, stop crying, and start loving your life.
Learn to fall in love with your life.
Life is so beautiful! Life is extraordinary!
Love this forest, this river, the mountains,
and love everything around you.
Because love… that's all life is about.
Hey!
The sun is blazing right in my face. Someone hold an umbrella!
Hey girl, life without you…
Is completely upside down
Where is Vicky?
I swear, I am not here to play games with the CM.
The forest CI seized the ganja. Vicky went after it and vanished.
Where do I find this CI?
It's been days since I've had coffee in peace.
Here, take it.
I swear!
When he asked me to release the seized ganja, I refused.
He left after warning me.
Please, believe me.
Please.
I beg you, please have mercy on my husband.
If he had done anything wrong,
we wouldn't have the courage to stand here.
-Please, spare us. -Please!
Please!
Why are we even afraid of them, Mom?
Just call Ustaad uncle, he'll deal with them
-just like last time, right? -Hey, be quiet!
Why are you afraid of them, Dad?
Ustaad?
Who's this Ustaad?
You said this was a forest getaway, right? Come on, let's go!
We found Ustaad!
He's the one who's been disrupting my operations in the forest!
Hussaini brother!
Now I know exactly how to play this. I need to capture the right person.
Finally…
That Ustaad will be here.
Just watch.
Tell me what happened?
Ma'am, we're here to kidnap you.
Please cooperate with us.
Who exactly are you people?
Let's move ahead and break it down.
It seems someone from their family is with you.
They said they won't release her unless we hand him over.
You said our safety was your responsibility.
Don't take this as a demand.
-I'm asking you. -Please!
Ma'am, when I give my word, I stake my life on it
and see it through to the end.
Thank you!
-Welcome, sir-- -Beat it, clown face!
Faizal, put Vicky on the line.
Okay, brother. Please speak with him.
-Uncle! -Vicky, my boy.
Everything alright?
A blade, Uncle. You sent someone razor-sharp.
Uncle, I won't rest until I see his end.
-He put me through hell. -Who is that madman, Vicky?
I honestly can't decide whether to be furious
or feel sorry for the fool who dared to go up against you.
Before he dies, I want to see his face. Turn on the camera.
Bhagat!
Bhagat Singh!
How have you been, Miya Bhai?
Ustaad Bhagat Singh!
This was a mistake! I made a mistake.
I made a mistake, Ustaad bhai!
Ustaad bhai, please forgive me!
It's been so long.
It was a mistake, Ustaad bhai.
-I beg you! -You remember everything, right?
It was big mistake, Ustaad bhai! Mercy!
I seek your mercy, Ustaad bhai!
Please forgive me, Ustaad bhai!
Please spare the kid, Ustaad bhai!
I'll make sure he understands who you are.
Uncle, why are you begging this man?
-Have you lost your mind? -Shut your mouth, you fool!
If you value your life, fall at his feet.
-What are you saying? -Beg for his forgiveness!
-Why are you afraid of him? -On your knees. Now!
Faizal bhai! What is uncle going on about?
Uncle, we have Faizal and every one of our men right here.
What can one man possibly do against all of us?
Ustaad bhai, please spare the kid for my sake.
This old geezer has completely lost it.
He won't come to his senses until we finish him.
Ex-Forest Ranger, Singaiah. Reporting, sir!
No formalities between us.
Get me some tea.
How dare you point your gun at him, you scrawny rat?
You thought you came here to get high and have a good time.
But it was Ustaad who lured you here under the guise of a party.
You thought these muscle heads were here to rescue you.
But it was Ustaad who made them come here.
You thought you had outsmarted Ustaad.
Turns out he was ten steps ahead of every single one of you.
Hey!
A hundred jackals may gather, but there's only one king of the jungle.
And that lion is standing right here.
Ustaad!
We haven't seen the real you in ages.
Will you show us, just once?
Get up!
Do you understand now?
My groundwork is rock solid, and my network's next level.
You've got company.
Congrats.
I expected your brother Baghdadi to come for him.
But you showed up instead. Makes no difference.
He'll come.
Your brother will be here and his father won't be far behind.
Get lost!
You'll be back with your family within 30 minutes.
Let me know if you need anything.
I need answers first.
Why are you after me? We have no business with each other.
And I have no clue what your business is with my dad.
Then find out!
After everything that's happened you still won't tell me the truth?
-That's all beyond you-- -Please!
You don't think I deserve these answers?
I will find out.
-What? -I'll find out.
It's time you learned about Nalla Seenu.
Your brother.
And you must know Nalla Nagappa.
Your father.
That was the day Bhagat Singh declared war on Nalla Nagappa.
All hail Lord Lakshmi Narasimha Swamy!
Entering a temple with a shirt on goes against sacred custom.
A shirt? We'd walk in even if we were drunk.
Mr. Priest!
You wretched man!
Acts like these will only bring destruction upon you.
Take it off, man!
You!
Chant!
Try reciting the mantras now!
To protect the righteous…
All hail Lord Lakshmi Narasimha Swamy!
To destroy the wicked…
To restore dharma to this world,
I manifest Myself in every age!
My Lord!
I manifest Myself in every age!
Who posted you here at this hour? Just who the hell are you?
No honorifics?
Really?
I am the bridge between God and His devotee,
I am the weapon in the hands of the helpless.
Since I stand in a temple, I'll state my name and lineage.
Bhagat Singh!
The name is Ustaad Bhagat Singh!
Born of a lineage that buries its enemies.
And a star that will rip you apart.
Let the chariot procession begin. Let's see who dares to stop it.
May Lord Vishnu enlighten our minds!
You didn't come this prepared just to rough up priests.
So what are you really here for?
What's the real story?
Start talking, you numbskull!
-Nagappa! -What?!
Nalla Nagappa sent us, sir.
He ordered us to spark a riot because his son didn't get an MLA ticket.
Nalla Nagappa.
Interesting name. Interesting!
Nagappa!
Nagappa! Nagappa!
Nagappa!
Mind how you say that name.
He doesn't answer to just anyone.
-He won't? -No.
What if I shoot?
Hey, hey!
Hey!
Sir! Sir!
ACP Bhagat barged in, sir! He's opening fire on us!
ACP Bhagat!
So you were the one who caused me trouble
at the chariot procession.
So my reputation reached before I did? I wouldn't have it any other way.
I didn't create trouble. I ended it.
From household staff to income tax officers,
no one enters without my permission.
How did you get in?
A storm doesn't ask for permission.
An atom bomb doesn't make an appointment
When they strike, you shut up and sit down.
You have quite a way with words.
You seem well-versed in scriptures.
I'm just as good with guns.
We offer that service too.
You're dismantling the very party that built you, all for a seat.
Everyone desires power. Very few are worthy of it.
You may have stopped that riot. But you will never stop me!
I will become the chief minister. My son will be an MLA.
I'm already rehearsing my oath-taking ceremony.
When that day comes, you're welcome to handle my security.
Now get out.
As long as I draw breath,
neither you nor your son will ever sit in that chair.
Since this is your first offense, I came with a warning, not a warrant.
You must be new around here.
New to this place. Not to this profession.
Do you even know who you're dealing with?
Do you even know who's against you?
This won't end well for you.
If that's what it takes, I'll end anyone.
Who do you think you are?
Just who exactly do you think you're threatening?!
You expect me to be afraid of you?!
You may be rehearsing your oath.
I'm making one right now. Listen carefully.
The name is Ustaad Bhagat Singh.
I pledge my absolute and unwavering faith to the Constitution of this nation.
Anyone who dares violate it, I will hunt them down.
And anyone who obstructs my duty, I'll make them regret it.
With God as my witness…
I challenge you.
Challenge?
What challenge?
Never mind that.
But what's with this gesture?
What the hell was that?
When I touch my neck, it means I've declared war.
I'll be back… to stop every last crime you commit.
IT STARTS NOW…
I'll speak to that welfare minister.
Greetings, sir. How are you?
Hey!
A man in uniform never bows before a politician.
Whether it's me or anyone else.
But I'm bowing to my master.
-Bless me, sir. -My blessings are always with you.
Word is you shook the city like a tsunami the second you arrived.
I need to speak about that, sir.
Nagappa set off the earthquake. I'm just the tsunami that came after.
-What is Nagappa's problem? -You are, master.
-Me? -You never married.
Never even thought about building a life for kids.
That's why you never let a mistake slide. You are unforgiving. Always.
While others grow their fortunes, you grow your enemies.
His son has a criminal record.
That's why I denied him the ticket.
Most people of questionable character have a criminal record, sir.
Nagappa will stop at nothing for the CM's chair.
Be careful, sir.
It would be wise to keep away from public gatherings for now.
Those positions were created to keep leaders connected to the people.
You said it yourself, "When the leader stands tall,
so does the cadre."
Listen.
God is on my side.
And you're right here. What is there to fear?
Fair enough!
Everything's okay. Sir can come in now.
What about that case?
Who had the audacity to threaten my father under my own roof?
-I want to know right now! -Sir!
You're just a pack of mongrels sniffing around for bribes.
Who gave you the nerve to walk into my home with weapons?
Who is he? Who the hell is he?!
-I said, who is he?! -Sir, just hear me out.
-Hey, hey! -Sir.
Answer me. Who is it?!
-Tell me! -Bhagat!
Bhagat Singh.
Mahankali Police Station. Pathar Gunj, Old City.
Dealing with my dad is one thing.
Dealing with this Nalla Seenu is a whole different matter.
This is what you are.
With the flick of a finger,
your entire world shatters.
Mr. Nalla Seenu, you may be uneducated, but I respect your ignorance.
In physics, every material has its own properties.
Iron is hard. Just like me.
Cotton is soft. Just like my heart.
And the glass… It's just… Yeah.
The property of this glass is…
The more it shatters, the sharper it becomes.
-Hey, I'll remember you! -Brother…
You better!
When I said "glass," I didn't mean the size. It's an army.
-An invisible army. -Hey!
I'll see your end. I swear, I'll destroy you.
-What an idiot! -Don't forget you have a family!
-You numbskull! -Hey…
-Say "family" again, and I'll shoot you. -Sir! Sir!
-Hey, let go of me! -Sir.
Sir, sick leave.
What do you mean, sick leave, Mr. Reddy? If death comes, face it like a warrior.
Sir!
We're organizing a grand Shri Ram Navami celebration in our street.
We're looking for donations.
-The children look adorable. Mr. Reddy? -Sir.
Come on, come.
JAI SHRI RAM
-Jai Shri Ram! -Jai Shri Ram!
-What does it mean?
It needs no translation.
If you go hunting for synonyms, you'll end up saying "Jai Bajrang Bali."
Oh boy!
-Yeah, Mujeeb. -For the past three days,
there's been unusual movement in our area.
What's the matter?
Unfamiliar faces have been spotted at Miya Bhai's house.
Sir, after inquiring, we identified him as Ajmal Raheem.
-What name did you just say? -Ajmal Raheem.
Ajmal Raheem.
Ajmal Raheem, a ruthless terrorist who's haunted this nation since his teens.
He's not brainwashed like the others.
He's the mastermind who brainwashes them.
Sir, go straight, then take a right. That's Miya Bhai's haveli.
-This way? Okay! -Yes.
Better remove that tilak, sir.
I'm heading to the Old City, not Pakistan.
Greetings, Miya Bhai.
I want Ajmal.
And I want Deepika Padukone.
Can you bring her for me?
Send him over respectfully. Or I'll drag him out myself.
Cut the nonsense!
No one dares question us over an electricity bill,
and you think you can lay hands on my guest?
Bring him down the stairs, if you've got the guts.
Get him down. Let me see you try.
If he doesn't do it, I'll strip him and make him dance.
You walked into our den. Lower your head and apologize!
Bow your head, you moron!
I won't say it again. Bow your head and apologize!
Miya Bhai, that won't work on me. I didn't come this far to bow down,
I came to take him, with his head bowed down.
I'll give you all a chance. Stop me if you can.
-Come on! -Think carefully.
You're alone. And we…
Hey, Miya! If I feared mobs, I wouldn't have walked in alone.
Before messing with us, anyone would think twice.
My issue isn't with your faith, but a man.
With a man who committed a crime.
I want his head!
Right this instant!
-Kill him! -Kill him!
Hey…!
They weren't my targets. So I didn't strike.
Hey…!
He was my target. That's why the bullet went through him.
How could you pull the trigger on Miya Bhai?
-Bhai! -Like this!
Hey! What gave you the nerve to shoot him?
Bhai! Bhai!
-Bhai! Bhai! -This did.
Hey! Shut your mouths, you fools!
Every time you speak, he fires another round.
Hey! What's wrong with you?
Take one more step, and you're dead.
Sit, you idiot!
How does it feel, Miya?
Hurts, doesn't it?
As per my training,
I put three bullets just inches from his heart.
He has 20 minutes. Just 20 minutes.
Here's the deal. Hand him over to me and take him back alive.
Hey!
Let's keep this professional. A clean exchange. No chaos.
Why are you all hesitating? I'm giving you a golden offer.
-So? Do we have a deal? -Yeah, we do.
Good. Get up, you moron!
Hey! What's this? You were supposed to protect him.
Ugh! For the first time, I saw fear in your eyes.
For the first time, I met someone who even scared me.
He dragged away a terrorist like he's some teddy bear.
If he doesn't come out, we'll be exposed.
This time, you're not going to the hospital.
Straight to…
We'll bring in the Shiva Kashi brothers, sir.
I'll take care of it.
As instructed, we've set up a 360-degree surveillance around Nagappa.
His entire crime network operates from his hometown, Nallapadu.
NALLAPADU
It's true, sir.
The Thalam Butchaiah family has been loyal to Nagappa for generations.
They're prepared to kill or die for Nagappa, sir.
The bus reached the village. Where are you, guys?
-On our way, bro. -How much longer?
-We're close by. -Hurry up, guys!
Don't step off the bus until we come over.
Alright. I'll stay right here.
NO SMOKING
They're known as Thaalam Shiva Kashi.
The brothers, Shiva and Kashi.
The Shiva Kashi brothers are highly dangerous.
They're Nagappa's backbone.
Intelligence confirms they're currently in Hyderabad.
Being Hindus, they staged the attack
during the chariot procession without suspicion.
They'll go to any extent to free Ajmal Raheem.
Do you know this nation's greatest tragedy?
Our people sing other nations' praises.
This time, we start the music, Kamal.
-Shoot them down! -Sir?
Shoot them on sight!
"Hot desi.com."
"Hot news: Terrorist firing in Kashmir."
"Four soldiers dead."
Routine. What's new in this?
They knowingly went there and died.
You call this news? What's this, bro?
Routine!
"Rupee drops again…"
You pushing it up. Go lift it!
Routine! Next!
"Who's that heroine in Salman Khan's farm the other day?"
This one! This one!
Save for later. We can read during office hours, bro.
"We won't chant 'Bharat Mata ki Jai!'. A bold statement by opposition."
Don't! We to won't say it.
Bharat mata! Bharat mata! Bharat Mata!
What with this ruckus? What do you say, bro?
You're always correct, bro.
Brothers, please don't talk ill about the country.
Understood.
You came down here for a movie chance from Amalapuram or Rajahmundry.
You haven't found a single chance despite trying hard.
You don't go back to your village fearing your prestige would be damaged.
Hello, we'll cover your travel fare.
Of course.
At Siachen, with a temperature of -40°C they melt snow to drink water.
But you don't even care when our soldiers die over there.
-No. -Yeah. We don't.
-What's with the gun? -Who the hell are you?
Making fun of the soldiers and army, eh?
While our soldiers put their life at risk and conduct a surgical strike,
you sit here and question it asking for proof.
You wanted proof? Come. I'll give you.
What exactly is your problem to say "Glory to Mother India!"
No, sir. Nothing.
-Glory to Mother India! -Jai!
-Glory to Mother India! -Jai! Jai!
What's with you? Isn't this your country?
You too say it!
-Glory to Mother India! -All Hail!
-Get lost! -Sir! Sir!
Glory to Mother India!
It's just an RJ job. Why are you drowning in books?
If you want to keep talking, you need confidence.
To begin with, the name of our show is "Gala Gala with Leela."
-Gapless gossips! -Gold prices are soaring again?
I'm pure gold myself. Who needs jewelry?
The coach says the team lost because his wife brings bad luck.
This channel is just as useless. Only Sreenu Swami gets it right.
A celebrity couple will file a divorce this month.
Sir, could you tell us what's in store for Virgo?
Virgos are in for an exceptional time!
Hey, that's your zodiac sign!
Absolute nonsense.
Today, fate will bring your future husband across your path.
But how will she know when he shows up?
How will she recognize him?
He'll walk right up to her, place a bindi on her forehead.
Hey, he's talking about your future!
You're going to meet your future husband today!
And if it doesn't come true?
I'll never wear bindi again. Ever.
You pay peanuts and demand predictions.
What nonsense. These things never come true.
My future husband, he says. Coming from where, exactly?
I'm working from home today. Have a nice day!
Give me tea.
-Yes, Kamal. -Sir.
I've got Kashi sir, one of the Shiva Kashi brothers.
-He's at Manja Market, sir. -Take him down. I'm on my way.
Darn!
-Comb down the entire hostel. -Yes, sir!
Okay, sir. Okay, sir!
He hid at the I. S. Circle PG hostel while making his escape, sir.
-The entire PG hostel is secured, sir. -Good job, Kamal.
Shoot on sight. No hesitation. We'll deal with the consequences later.
Okay, sir.
Pallavi!
Let's head out. Get ready, quickly!
A terror suspect has entered the hostel.
-Do not leave your room. Please get in. -Okay, sir.
A terror suspect has entered the hostel.
-Please, be careful and lock the doors. -Okay, sir.
Excuse me?
A terror suspect has escaped and entered this area.
If you see anyone suspicious, alert us immediately. Okay?
-Okay, sir. -Just lock the door. Be inside.
Yes, sir.
Pallavi!
-Is everything alright? -Huh?
I'm talking to you.
Are you okay?
If anyone looks suspicious, call me.
Please take my number.
Okay, sir. Okay.
93924 18602
Give that to me.
-Please, sir leave my friend! -Your friend is getting me out of here.
Take this phone and recover the data.
Good job, Miss…
Leela.
-Thank you so much. Thank you! -Thank you…
This bindi…
would look far better on your forehead.
Go on, take it. It'll look beautiful on you.
Now you look better. Beautiful.
Bye!
You're going to meet your future husband today!
He'll walk right up to her, place a bindi on her forehead.
How…?
What are you guys doing here?
What brings you here?
Any problem?
There's been a mistake yesterday…
A small mistake.
Please, tell me.
Yesterday's show made me out to be some kind of hero.
Overnight, I became a star.
I let it get to my head…
Terror suspect apprehended at a PG hostel.
That's our top story.
And I was the one who made it happen. That's the real story. Yes!
ACP Bhagat received the tip-off from none other than your own RJ Leela.
Leela, Leela.
Leela isn't just gossip and giggles, she's got real guts. Real courage.
Hey, Kashi!
That's my hostel. This is my studio.
And this is my open challenge to you.
A woman isn't fragile, you moron.
She's a war drum. And when she beats, it resounds.
And with that same fire,
that same electric energy from the film Kushi,
this one goes out to all of you! "Ye mera jaha, tera kaam kya hai yaha"
This is my turf
This is my home… my abode
This is my world
What's your business here?
Hello and welcome to Gala Gala with Leela!
-What would you like to hear today? -Your last breath.
What?!
Today is Friday. Before my man walks into court on Monday,
you'll already be dead.
I will put you in the ground.
Go running to whoever's backing you.
Hey, Kashi!
That's my hostel! This is my studio!
And this is my open challenge to you!
Well, aren't you something!
Ms. Leela!
-You know what's beautiful about you? -I have no idea, sir.
It's your madness.
The madness within you.
-Why do you say that, sir? -Then what?
When you speak with enthusiasm, you'll earn compliments.
But when you speak carelessly, you invite complications.
You took all the credit and let the whole team down.
That's fine.
But couldn't you see you crossed the line with him?
Try using your own head for once.
You sent three words and act like you stopped World War III.
Blowing into a mic, chasing clout around town.
That's what your friend does.
What if you set the convict free?
He'll finish you off and stroll right out of here.
-Leela! -What now?
It's okay. At least we can catch him with this.
Don't worry, miss. I've got you.
But you won't be with me all 24 hours.
Not just 24 hours.
I'll stay by your side for the full 72, just like he said.
As long as our boss is with you, no harm will come your way.
Mr. Reddy, ease up on the theatrics.
Don't put yourself at risk just for the sake of a good line.
This is my turf
This is my home… my abode
This is my world What's your business here?
Hello, Hyderabad!
I'm here with lots of chatter and a pile of gossip.
Welcome to Gala Gala with Leela.
Thank you.
Why are you staring at?
Protection program means we should be looking after you, not you at us.
-My heart hums for you -Hi, Leela!
My heart sings for you
What happened, babe?
He's bothering me by coming here.
He's singing exactly what I feel too, babe.
What do you think I should do, babe?
Listen, Leela, Mr. Bhagat is visiting daily.
Why can't you grab an interview with him?
That's a good idea.
-Please, Leela! -Sure, sir!
I have a lot of questions to ask.
I'm feeling good today
Nothing's going to get in my way
I'm grateful you brought me to the pub right when I asked, sir.
Here, no one can notice the folks, and no noise can be heard.
I hope he comes to finish you off.
-Mr. Bhagat! -Okay!
You enjoy, and we'll stay on duty.
-Can I get you something? -Sure!
A glass of water and peace of mind.
Great!
Looks like he won't join us, guys.
Lovely weather, isn't it?
-My heart hums for you -Leela?
What happened again, babe?
It's the same. He's singing exactly what I feel too.
I'm dying inside, seriously!
Hello, Hyderabad!
Guess who's with us today?
The one and only dashing and dynamic Bhagat! Bhagat…
Me?
And dashing, eh?
In your line of duty, how is your job satisfaction?
A woman blesses me,
hand on my head.
A sister says, "You brought courage in me, brother."
I take this as luck and an opportunity from God.
I'm not doing anyone a favor.
I'm doing my duty.
Everyone gains wealth,
yet only a few gain blessings.
Truly inspiring.
We're going deep into the matter, so, next question.
Tell us, what do you feel when a beautiful lady passes by?
Lots of feelings, Miss!
Did you hear that?
Mr. Bhagat is slowly sharing his thoughts.
Tell us what do you feel?
I mean, I wish troublemakers don't chase her.
If she's ever chased, I wish she'd know self-defense techniques.
I wish she reaches home safely.
How bad do you think they days are?
If every girl reaches her home, then who comes to yours?
I mean, you must have someone in your life, right, sir?
I have one.
My darling, my sweetheart.
Who's that sweetheart?
Here is my heartbeat!
Look at the conture and shape!
Who wouldn't fall in love with this?
Fine, then go and live with it.
You've been burning with rage. How did you calm off, babe?
Babe, don't know why, but magic happens on his comeback.
My heart hums for you
My heart sings for you
It keeps running toward you Begging you to hear its whispers
Like rising waves, it grows restless Because it sees you within itself
My heart hums for you
My heart sings for you
A maiden who has seen many dreams Can no longer sleep in peace
She realizes you are The first light she was searching for
A maiden who has seen many dreams Can no longer sleep in peace
She realizes you are the first light she was searching for
Even after reaching The shore it longed for
Why does this longing still remain?
It keeps circling behind you Refusing to let go of its beloved
Even with the blessing it received It cannot stand still in calm
What would soothe it? It waits to hear the answer
My heart hums for you
My heart sings for you
It cherishes your companionship And admires the beauty in you
Yet still it asks for more A desire that never ends
It cherishes your companionship And admires the beauty in you
Yet still it asks for more A desire that never ends
Your friendship flows like a flood And wraps around me
Your moonlit smile Leaves my heart moist with emotion
This longing never fades This restlessness never quiets
It never admits That this madness is for you
What would bring it peace? Do you know what it longs for?
My heart hums for you
My heart sings for you
It keeps running toward you Begging you to hear its whispers
Like rising waves, it grows restless Because it sees you within itself
My heart hums for you
My heart sings for you
Did you come all this way just to buy bangles?
Your boss insisted good bangles
are found in Chudi Bazaar, not in fancy malls.
Where is he?
He's in a meeting with the Chief Minister. He'll be back soon.
On day one, he brought ten men in a jeep for my "protection."
Day two, it became four.
And today, it's just you in this auto.
Are you upset
because there's no security or because he's not here?
I don't need protection.
I can handle myself.
Ma'am, ma'am!
-Please wait, ma'am. -Security, he says.
-Sir, sir! -Police!
Doesn't spring itself come
To forests that cannot reach it?
Doesn't spring itself come
To forests that cannot reach it?
I took Leela to pubs and clubs. You didn't come.
I roamed malls in a topless jeep.
But you still didn't come.
There's a song I loved as a child.
When the forests couldn't reach Spring, Spring went to them.
If you weren't coming for Leela. That's why I made her come to you.
Wow!
These are but my divine plays.
That's why this operation is called, "Humming while hunting."
Hope you like it.
Mr. Sastry, thank you.
You made me use Telugu literature to speak to criminals.
Hey!
My groundwork is rock solid, and my network's next level.
Boys! Say goodbye to the target.
If we fire the last shot, the high is on another level.
Doesn't spring itself come
To forests that cannot reach it?
Doesn't spring itself come
To forests that cannot reach it?
Thank you, everyone.
Why did he get caught so quickly?
Couldn't he stay hidden a little longer?
Rascal! He got caught in just three days.
Three days? It took longer than that.
Leela…
This chase began with Leela's bindi in a PG…
and ended with bangles in Chudi Bazaar.
Aren't criminals and terrorists supposed to be ruthless?
How do he get caught shopping for bangles?
Congratulations, Ms. Leela. You've proven not only can a woman help a man's victory
but also in nabbing criminals.
-Take care. Bye, see you soon. -When?
Well… You did say "soon."
So… when exactly?
Whenever you're in trouble.
If any of you ever run into trouble, tell them you belong to Bhagat.
If that doesn't work, come to me. Alright?
Just in. Nallapadu crime mafia's Shiva Kashi brothers
were killed in an encounter by ACP Bhagat while escaping custody.
Hey, this mongrel!
What happened?
He encountered the Shiva Kashi brothers.
Wasn't he afraid of you?
Or does he fear no one?
He fears no one.
If we can make a fearless man afraid…
we can scare anyone.
If we had finished him at the station, this wouldn't have happened.
I don't want him dead.
I want him trembling in fear.
What's the plan?
What's your Seenu Swamy saying lately?
He says you should confess your feelings first.
You're here again? What happened this time?
I got into trouble.
Since the electricity bill's too high,
they're cutting the power at the PG after 10 p. m.
Aspiring collectors
-must now study under streetlights and-- -That's enough.
-Mr. Reddy! -Sir.
-Handle her current affairs. -As you say, sir.
At this rate, her "tensions" will blow our fuses too.
What is it now? Water problem?
I thought as much.
-Mr. Reddy! -I'm here. I'm here!
We're ready, sir.
What's with your scratching? Are your hands itching or what?
-Do you even know who I am? -No idea.
This quiet heart of mine is dying to know you.
We all belong to ACP Bhagat.
Oh God! Forgive me, sister. I'm truly sorry. Please!
Desperate, my foot! His fuses are blown now.
Pull over!
What's all this roadside drama, ma'am?
No number plate. No helmet. Still not afraid of us?
-Hello! -Yes!
Do you know who we belong to?
Why would we care about your personal life?
It belongs to Mr. ACP Bhagat.
What is it now?
When I asked for extra onions, the pani puri vendor picked a fight.
These days,
-this is every youngster's struggle-- -Mr. Reddy!
He's already headed to the pani puri stall.
Thanks.
Yes! He's the one! Lock him up and take action!
-Step out. Now. -Sir.
We're stuck here suffering because you refused her extra onions?
Do you even know who she is? She belongs to ACP Bhagat.
If she had told me sooner, I'd have handed over the whole stall.
You're on the right track now.
-Hello? -Where are you?
-Who are you? -Who am I?
I own you!
Think about what will happen to you after listening to me.
You're flirting with girls from the PG
when you're supposed to be doing your duty?
Just because she was with you, she'll be on her deathbed in minutes.
Hey!
Go. Say your final goodbye.
There's no time!
Run! Run, you mongrel!
Hey, start the vehicle!
Sir, where did the rape happen? Who's responsible?
-Any information, sir? -Sir, sir.
Sir, sir.
We were starving for breaking news, and now we've got a rape case, sir!
-Why are you stopping us, sir? -Sir, sir.
We need a sound bite while she's still alive, right?
Otherwise we'll have to make do with the post-mortem report.
-Yes, sir. -Sir, I'm talking to you.
Say something, sir.
-Police tyranny! -Must end!
-Long live! -Press freedom!
Leela! Leela…
Pallavi…
Pallavi.
Sir.
Since they shared a room,
the men who came for Leela took Pallavi instead.
She was raped.
Brutally and repeatedly.
They tortured her brutally.
Heavy blood loss!
Her intestines are critically damaged.
To destroy forensic evidence,
they used a rusted rod and…
At a time like this, even talking to you feels wrong.
Forcing you to talk feels even worse.
Listen to me, Pallavi.
Not as a police…
But I'm asking you as a brother.
Tell me what happened.
Four monsters, brother.
Please let me go.
I realized later they were actually looking for Leela.
Hey! Isn't your boyfriend a cop?
Call him now!
Call that mongrel!
If I had told them the truth,
Leela would've been here instead of me.
So I endured it… brother.
They gagged me with cloth
so my screams wouldn't destroy their mood.
They took turns, trying to outdo each other,
while assaulting me through the night.
Hey.
For the first time, I hated being born a woman.
You asked what I wanted for Raksha Bandhan, remember?
I want the dead bodies of those sons of mongrels!
I want them dead!
-Hey, camera! -Sir, sir.
Sir, sir!
Was it really a rape or did she consent with…
No cop is there before a crime happens. But once it happens, everyone plays hero.
The girl's situation is critical.
Right now, a moment of silence is all we can give her.
It's been a slow news week, sir. Give us something.
Sir.
-You want sensational news, right? -Yes, sir.
I'll give you something twice as explosive within 24 hours.
What's that sensational news, sir? Please tell us.
-Give us a hint, sir. -Tell us, sir. What is it?
Hey, SP!
I don't understand if he is born to me or me to him because of his deeds.
Look at his sneaky laugh.
-You're absolutely right. -Good night, sir.
I pity you.
Can't help.
You're under arrest in Pallavi's case. If you move, I'll encounter you.
He's not going anywhere. I guarantee it.
Read this first. It'll shake you to your core.
A warrant isn't enough to arrest my man.
You need your badge intact first.
-How's that line? -Brilliant, Dad.
All that arrogance comes from that uniform, doesn't it?
That's why I suspended you, and stripped you of it.
Get lost!
I heard she's not your girlfriend.
The SP said she was her friend.
She entertained them well.
Ugh! He's my son. I shouldn't speak about it.
Let him tell it himself.
Go on, son.
Ugh! Stop it, Dad. You're too much.
She's a total hottie!
Every inch of her demanded attention.
Let me go! Let me go!
Please let me go!
Whether it's food or pleasure, I've always shared with my friends.
That's why, we all…
That's enough, son.
He seems upset.
But from now on, you should be afraid.
This doesn't end here!
You should be scared if your girlfriend doesn't call or pick up.
You should be terrified!
You should!
After the wedding,
you won't live with your wife. You'll live in fear.
First your wife. Then your mother. Then your sister, if you have one.
Forget your family. I'll kill anyone who cares about you.
This is my roadmap for the future.
This is what fear means.
And this how courage looks like.
Every time I meet people like you, this uniform holds me back.
Thank you, Mr.Nagappa.
You removed the restraints. The gates are wide open now.
Hey, Nagappa!
In uniform, I'm limited to one weapon.
Now I can kill you with whatever I find. Be it a rod, a stone, or a blade!
See? Like this.
I've got unlimited choices! Unlimited choices!
Don't go around saying Bhagat took the law into his own hands.
Say he unsheathed his sword.
Tell them he plunged it in!
Everyone you care about and everyone who cares about you will be killed.
Hey! What were you saying?
You want to kill those who care about me?
Do you even know how many there are?
You'd need a lifetime to count them, let alone touch them.
Give it a try!
Do it!
Give it a try!
Tell me now.
Is what I did wrong?
It's not you who was wrong. It's my bloody dad!
He watched his own son who proved his "manhood" get killed.
But he told me it was a heart attack since I was in the U. S.
After everything you've heard,
instead of calling your brother a monster, you're talking about "manhood"?
Filthy rat!
Manhood?
You provoked a man as calm as the ocean.
That's why you're facing a tsunami. And this is only the beginning.
What happened next?
Justice!
Justice was served.
I can console you all I want, but I can't ease your pain.
But I understand it.
Pallavi's dead, sir.
But her memories…
Hey, call Leela. Let's three go out.
Leela left, sir.
Where to?
She couldn't adjust to this city. She couldn't bear the people here.
She moved back to her village to live with her grandfather.
Come in, sir. Please be seated.
Let me get you some water.
I'm Leela's grandpa.
-Come on. Please sit. -Greetings.
Hey! Sit over here. On the chair.
Leela's situation is not looking good.
She doesn't eat. She doesn't speak either.
She wakes up terrified at night.
When I ask why, she just cries.
I'm here for her now…
but what if I'm gone tomorrow?
She has no one else.
Call Leela once. I'll talk to her.
Sir.
Grandpa!
Where have you been since morning?
Where do I search for you?
-You didn't even tell me-- -Your grandfather's safe.
Grandpa's phone… why is it with you?
He came to town to buy fertilizer. We happened to cross paths.
He's anxious about living alone after you get married.
By the way… after we're married, will Grandpa live with us?
Of course! Grandpa always lives with me…
I mean… after we're married, will he stay with us?
Tell me, Leela. I'm asking you.
Grandpa and I are waiting for your answer.
-Yes. -Were you frightened by what happened?
Why fear?
I'm here, aren't I?
Ms. Leela… tell me, who are you?
I belong to Bhagat.
That's how it is!
We have an IPS officers' gathering this evening.
I'd like to introduce you. Will you join me?
Rum pum pum Rum pum pum
One step and the ground shakes
Dham dham dham Feel the rhythm
Let's storm the floor Like a raging wind
Even if the Bay of Bengal rises
Even if the ray of hope fades
Even if life turns into a tug-of-war
Even if takeoff is late
We'll face it, man We've seen worse
The space on your lips Is meant for a smile
Let a new you rise from within Feel your heart leap within
The ground beneath your feet Belongs to you. Believe it
Dance free like a carefree peacock Let the world echo with your moves
Even if arrows come out of nowhere
Even if narrow minds Try to hold you down
Even if a shallow sea Tries to drown you
Tomorrow will still play on our side
We'll face it, man We've seen worse
My heart beat suddenly races faster
Like a spark igniting inside Those fiery eyes spin my world around
A whistle song Floats into the flower garden
Something sends a shiver down my spine If shy glances start sending signals
Let the problems stand in a queue Put up a board "No Entry"
Let's throw them out without mercy What do we lose if we fight?
We'll face it, man We've seen worse
-Grab those flowers. -Sure, master.
Stay blessed, my dear.
With heart and word in harmony
At her lotus feet Love begins to bloom
Beloved maiden, soft in her smile With a face like the gentle moon
Virtuous, with lotus-like eyes A beauty blessed in every way
-Greetings, sir. -Greetings.
Why hold the ceremony all the way out here?
-The bride insisted on getting married -Hi, Mr. CM!
at her grandfather's house.
Oh, okay.
-Greetings, sir. -Greetings.
Hey, wait a second.
Do I look like I'm heading to a political rally?
-It's a family wedding. -Okay, sir.
-You don't even let me pee in peace. -Greetings, CM sir.
-Greetings. How have you been? -I'm good, sir.
Hey, please sit. You're the groom, after all.
-You shouldn't get up. -Greetings, sir.
Greetings.
You both look great together.
Sir, please.
It's alright.
May they always live in happiness Blessed as a couple for all time
This sacred union of marriage Becomes the very meaning of my life
May they always live in happiness Blessed as a couple for all time
This sacred union of marriage Becomes the very meaning of my life
Leela, dear!
Sir! Sir!
Sir, let's go. Please, sir.
-Sir, please come. -Come here.
Move! Fast!
-Don't worry, sir. -Is Bhagat alright?
-Bhagat! -Move!
-Start the car, now. -Tak-- take care of Bhagat.
What a mess, son!
Even the enemy should not…
By the way…
you are my enemy right?
Then what happened was justified.
Your bad luck is that not one bullet missed your people.
And your good luck is you weren't hit.
I instructed it must not hit.
If I use a bullet, you'll be dead in 10 seconds
But I've used my brain,
and every moment will kill you.
You have to stay alive to endure the pain
of your love ones being killed in front of you.
You must be alive
to witness the master on his deathbed the one who taught you calculations.
I, Chadhala Marri Nalla Nagappa!
Me! Myself!
while performing the oath-taking ceremony
you must live to witness it.
You killed my elder son, right?
That's fine.
That's when I brought my second son into this world.
He's arriving from America right now.
Now it's my turn, next my son's turn.
And it's our rule.
You walked on my photo that day.
Tomorrow, you must witness
everyone bowing to my photo in every office.
You are a righteous one.
If you die, you go straight to heaven.
To experience hell, you must live.
Nagappa, you've made a grave mistake.
Do you mean killing your family?
No! Sparing my life.
Got the guts? Strip me of power and authority.
May you live long!
You must be alive.
Your health is in critical condition.
The doctors advise moving you to Singapore.
Listen, only if you promise me to leave the city,
I'll go to Singapore and get treatment.
The Bhagavad Gita was spoken in the middle of a war, sir.
It never said to abandon the war halfway.
I'm too weak to convince you.
My boy, if you don't leave,
I too won't.
Promise me you'll leave the city.
I don't agree with you leaving following the old man's words, Bhagat.
Sir, I understand Nagappa's grudge against me.
Rather than the goons and hired killers,
bringing in Afzal Baghdadi, who runs an international terror network.
Point of concern, sir.
Sir, during Ajmal Rahim's remand, many truths came to light, sir.
An intelligence report revealed they run terror training camps
in the Nallamala Forest, sir.
Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!
I have a team who work for me.
They're trustworthy, of course, from our department.
-Sir, I need your help, when required. -Sure.
I'll show them how it's like when I go to the forest.
I don't spray the leaves. I poison the roots.
I'm shedding the uniform, not the war, sir.
His war isn't personal. It's for society.
So tell me, was your father wrong or not?
Yes! Letting you live that day was a mistake.
That damn old man let his ego run wild and he challenged you
See…
I told you everything in detail,
instead of recognizing your dad as a cruel man,
still clung to your pride and your rage.
And you?
You've been staring at me from the moment you came.
What exactly is running in your head? Huh?
I myself haven't met Baghdadi till today. How do you think you could?
If he doesn't come, this guy's finished.
I've shared the location with your Miya Bhai.
Baghdadi will surely come here. and die right here.
You're going to have it now.
Where the hell is Baghdadi?
Best wishes, Ustaad,
I'm finally here.
I'm Baghdadi.
And I'm a total radical.
So you're wondering how Nagappa is linked to a terrorist like me?
Our mission is the same.
It is to alter the demographics.
-What should I do now? -Treason.
-And my gain? -Power.
We land a lakh of people from across the Bangladesh border
into your country annually.
Nagappa will provide them with Voter IDs.
They give Nagappa their votes. He hands out Aadhaar cards.
Nagappa will rise to power.
We're not using ammo, but population to wage this war on you.
I marked your wife with vermilion before you ever did.
How do you like my Sindoor?
Only your Guru remains now.
He's returning to be sworn in as CM again.
Your real enemies aren't us!
There are more than enough of them in your own land.
And they're about to take the ex-CM down!
Son, Faisal, you did a great job.
You tracked the CM's son and made sure Ustaad brought him straight to us.
What reward do you want?
I want this entire operation to be carried out by my hands!
These hands alone must kill him.
-Inshallah! -Finish him, Faisal!
Bravo! It'll take you two hours just to cross that forest.
You won't even get a final glimpse of the CM.
I'm going to activate one by one from right here.
Nayeem!
Senior Z-Security Chief Anand Rao Activate!
-Z-Security chief, Anand Rao activated. -Copy, sir.
Activate First Chief Secretary Veera Swamy!
Copy, sir.
Activate Assistant Intelligence Chief, Ratnakar!
Activated.
Activate MLA Satya Prakash!
This guy has a massive following.
Whatever he does goes viral.
What happens to him goes viral now.
I, Chandra Sekhar Rao,
in the name of the Indian Constitution,
I swear in the name of god to show true loyalty and obedience
You didn't come to the oath ceremony.
Where were you all these days?
You were the one who told me to go into exile, sir.
I stayed there and started a ‘Clean and Green' program.
What do you mean?
To grow good plants, you have to remove the weeds, sir.
That's what I did.
-Alright. -I'll take your leave, sir.
What did you do with Nagappa?
You don't need credit for it, but I need clarity.
I started the Clean and Green program with Nagappa, sir.
Bhagavad Gita was told during war, sir.
Never advised leaving midway.
Expose this to the media,
and you'll rot in Tihar Jail.
He shouts ‘Jai Hind' all the time.
I'll drill two full magazines into his brain.
Let's see if he still says "Jai Hind."
All you'll hear from us is 'Jai Hind'!
I'll make your people say it, too.
Ready to listen?
-Ready to hear it? -Go ahead.
-Try getting just one to say it. -Listen closely.
Jai Hind!
This is Faisal Hussaini, AKA Riaz Khan.
Reporting from undercover special ops, Sir!
Riaz Khan, you topped the Civil Services. Why choose IPS over IAS?
I followed your footsteps, Sir.
I am a huge, huge fan of your work, sir!
If you go to jail you'll be a hero to some.
Or even role model.
Sadly, we live in a country where criminals like Afzal Guru
and Yakub Memon have been glorified.
Your resume fit the mission perfectly.
I didn't activate your men.
I activated mine!
MLA Satya Prakash.
One.
Copy, sir.
Two.
I told you, didn't I?
My groundwork is rock solid.
And my network? It's on a whole different level!
While I was plotting to kill you,
your 'best friend' sent a return gift.
If a beggar like you is this bold,
imagine the fire in us! Can you?
Concentrated potassium cyanide.
The moment it touches your tongue,
you'll be out of everyone's touch.
Cardiac arrest in 90 seconds.
You live off scraps of charity, yet you boast about wars and bloodshed.
This time, it won't be on streets.
We'll barge into your homes and kill you.
What was that you said?
What was it?
Baghdadi? A radical?
My name is Bhagat.
And I'm a pure-blooded Hindustani! Hindustani!
And what else did you say? What was it?
Sindhoor!
Our culture honors every guest with a Tilak.
You've seen our women do it with grace.
Now, see what happens when a man applies it.
Watch how a man of this land marks your end.
Do you want to see?
Your strength and your army…
Your own sons and your friends across the border are all gone.
Once you're dead, you're going to hell.
Want to feel hell while you're still alive?
Choice is yours.
-Bhagat. -Yes, sir.
Remember the promise you made as a child?
Promise me you'd be there whenever I called.
Swear you'll dedicate your life to the people.
Just as the sky has no end…
and the Earth has no borders…
your service must go beyond one police station or one town.
Don't limit your service to a few.
At the end of the day, I'm just a soldier, sir.
Not just a soldier.
A traveling soldier. Yes! You're a traveling soldier. town.