Mom!
Chinni!
- Chinni! - Mom!
Mom!
Fear.
Fear is one of the root causes of social war.
In people without a rebellious spirit, it builds up inside them.
Such people are constantly looking for a chance.
That moment may come in the form of a person.
Or it may arise when they gather as a group.
Only then does fear turn into courage and become a cause of social war.
That war exists to challenge unjust domination.
So does this kind of war exist in our country too, akka?
Not just here, it exists all over the world.
When we rise to defend our rights, our land, and our freedom,
it becomes a social war.
- Even in our village? - There are many.
Jetty yard, Kobbarithota,
Burma Camp and Auto Nagar. There are many such places.
- Bharathi! - Yes?
Sir, when did you get here?
I got here while you were giving a speech.
I stayed behind because I didn't want to interrupt.
This is Mr. Chakrapani, a social worker.
- Hello, sir. - Hello, dear!
Mr. Chakrapani runs an NGO. He wanted to speak with you.
Please tell me, sir.
Nothing much, I came to ask if your father, Mr. Naidu,
could help secure some funds for our NGO.
Here, please keep these with you for now.
I'll help you again myself in a few days.
What's this? You've taken off your bangles? No, dear.
On my hands, they're just ornaments to me.
But in your hands, they can help many people. Please keep them.
- I'm very happy, dear. - Bye.
- Hello, Sekhar brother. - Hello.
What brings you here?
Sekhar, CI Satya seized our trucks again.
All our drivers are scared. We wanted to talk to Mr. Naidu.
POLICE STATION ISAKAPATNAM - PIN NO: 53002
I heard you've seized our trucks again.
Who the hell are you to walk into my station and question me?
We are Mr. Naidu's men.
We're talking about his trucks.
If they're his, tell him to come here himself.
You're making a mistake, Satya! I'm telling you this for your own good.
Hey!
I seized the trucks knowing that they belong to Naidu.
- What are you gonna do? - I'll show you what I can do.
Soori!
Let's go.
What, you don't have it in you anymore?
Not even making a sound, huh?
Hey, Raju! You bastard!
How many times did I tell you not to mess with my brother?
You dare grab my collar?
You dare stop Naidu's trucks? You think you can block those trucks?
Following the death of CI Satya,
Varma was appointed CI of Isakapatnam Rural Police Station.
Come on! Move it!
CENTRAL PRISON ISAKAPATNAM. PIN: 53002
The CI wants to see you. Go.
I understand what you need, sir.
Those files and government records don't show the dark side of Isakapatnam.
Naidu removed everything and buried it in the sea.
To understand Naidu, you first need to understand Isakapatnam.
Money may wander everywhere,
but it always ends up in Isakapatnam.
From the sweat-drenched jetty...
to the port area where officials are light-fingered.
From the loaded trucks of Auto Nagar, running day and night,
to the steel plant that shines all night,
it's money everywhere!
For the millions pouring in, the sea sometimes runs red with blood.
Every place has a day that changes its history.
Isakapatnam's history changed during the 1985 Goddess Gangamma festival.
Naidu, newly arrived in the village, rented Kottayya's house,
and uncovered many hidden truths about Isakapatnam.
In '85, Kottayya showed Naidu the way,
but it was Chinna Rao who truly forged that path.
- Hey, Sambi! - Sir?
Sir and his people are coming to the festival.
- Take care of all the arrangements. - Okay, sir.
- Chinna Rao! - Yes?
You were asking about work, right? There's nothing right now, little brother.
If something comes up, I'll call you myself. Here, take this.
- It'll help cover your expenses. - Brother!
I could make money begging. That's not why I came.
I need some work.
All right, I appreciate you.
- What kind of work do you do? - Anything you need.
Okay. Come to the festival tomorrow and work with our people.
After that, I'll arrange some work for you.
- All right? - All right.
- I'll go then. - Okay.
Chinna Rao was a straightforward man.
He was a powerful local leader who rose by bringing together...
BURMA CAMP
...the coastal fishermen of Isakapatnam
and migrants from Burma.
Back then, whether the coast faced trials or triumphs,
Chinna Rao was always the one at the forefront.
Pothana resented Chinna Rao.
The reason was Chinna Rao's reputation and influence among the people.
At the time, among the workers who had fled Burma for their lives,
Pothana was the only one with even a modest education
and an understanding of politics.
He sought to curb the power of the local fishermen,
and though his Burmese compatriots
saw him as a leader, he often stirred resentment among the people,
seeking to surpass Chinna Rao's stature.
What do you think of yourself?
Let our master, Mr. Chinna Rao, come.
I'll skin every last one of you, fools!
Hey, stop! That's enough.
Why're you yelling? What happened?
These outsiders broke our rules and went out to sea.
I've told you countless times, there are no outsiders here.
We're all the same here. I don't separate locals from outsiders.
They're also fishermen.
Don't just tell people they're all our men, tell the police too.
We've lived on this land for over 15 years.
Even now, we sign the registers like migrant workers.
Is that the issue now?
Don't your men know they're not supposed to fish during spawning season?
Why are they acting like the association's rules don't apply to them?
Fine, our people were wrong to go fishing. But those boats were yours, right?
Settle it first. No one talks about it, right?
Brother, my mom was sick. I needed the money.
You people never change.
What's done is done.
Your people provided the boats, and ours did the fishing.
Both sides were wrong. Why hold another council?
There's no council. Okay, let's do this.
From now on, we charge five rupees for every boat that goes out.
From the money we collect,
if anyone's short on cash during spawning season,
we'll use it to help them.
- What do you say? - Okay. All right.
This applies to everyone.
All right, okay.
Everyone, drop anchor and head home. Come on, go.
There, he spelled it out, sharp and clear, brother.
- Brother, wait! - Hey! Get lost, you dirty pig!
Wait, brother, I'm coming too. Brother, where are you going?
Hey, bro!
Why did you just walk away like that?
Why are you right on my heels?
What? You want to stab me in the back with the same hands you applauded him?
If you pay a slut and sleep with her, does she become your wife?
Same here, brother. I'm just acting. Don't take all that to heart.
If I don't keep it in mind, do you want me to shove it up my ass?
Oh, God!
When the time comes, I'll stab Chinna Rao and wash your feet in his blood.
You can barely open a bottle,
and you think you'll stab him and wash my feet in his blood?
Give me the glass. Useless idiot!
It's not like that, brother.
- Listen to me. - Shit! Damn this life!
Driven out of Burma, we washed up here like stranded fish to survive.
For 16 years, we've been signing camp office registers as migrant workers!
Why is Chinna Rao still the boss here?
When will we re-write history the way we want? When will we get to sign it?
If we want to grow, we need to remember two things.
What do we want? Who should be with us?
There's a big difference between those who change history and sign it
and those whose signature becomes history.
- Who are you? - I came to this village for work.
- What work will you do? - Anything you give me.
Take those cigarettes and give it to my brother. That's your job for today.
Are you here to work or to sit around and boss people?
What I need is some work to do.
Not a chair to sit on.
God has etched arrogance deep into your destiny.
I don't have work to offer someone this arrogant. Go.
This is our festival.
For our fishermen, the Goddess Gangamma festival is like Sankranti for farmers,
celebrated when their crops are harvested.
For these 90 days, when fish spawn and nurture their young,
we refrain from fishing. We've food when they're born and grown.
Yes, exactly.
What's up, Naidu?
Hello, sir.
You seem to be working well with everyone.
There will be a light offering in the evening. Come. It'll be good. Okay?
Okay.
- Here. These are new clothes. Okay? - Okay, sir. All right.
Coming, Subbadu.
A WARM WELCOME TO ALL DEVOTEES OF GODDESS GANGAMMA FESTIVAL, ISAKAPATNAM
Attention, devotees. Mr. Chinna Rao is about to perform the light offering.
Sir, greetings!
After all, Chinna Rao is a great soul.
This is for all our welfare.
This is for the welfare of fishermen.
FISHERMEN'S DEVELOPMENT ASSOCIATION
Hey, do you want the jetty or not?
Unlike others, Naidu never saw Chinna Rao as a leader.
He only cared about the money flowing in from all four corners of Isakapatnam.
He exploited Chinna Rao's kindness
and crushed the people's courage right in front of them.
He stood as a leader where he had slain him.
The election announcement is expected soon.
This time, my men should get a chance in five wards.
I wanted you to hear this from me first.
Pothana, how many years has it been since you set foot on the Isakapatnam coast?
Twenty-five years.
How long did it take you to take control of the jetty?
Ten years.
I can't turn back your age by 20 years...
but I'm asking you this to remind you that
I can roll your life back by 20 years.
Do you remember the past, or should I remind you?
Have you eaten?
Yes, I ate before coming.
No wonder your words are so full.
While you eat this time, remember my name, Naidu.
Only then will the head stay free of arrogance and the body unladen.
When you were starving,
I fed you everything you wanted and handed you the golden plate called the jetty.
You only deserve to eat what was served to you.
Remember, this golden plate belongs to Naidu.
- Anything else to say? - No, nothing. I'm going.
Leave.
Bharathi!
The balloons are taking up the seat. Move them to the back.
- I put them there on purpose. - Why?
Because I want to.
You're not a kid anymore, buying balloons and chocolates on the street.
Appreciate you remembering I'm all grown up!
A rich girl like you should be treated like a queen, right?
If you open the door like a servant one more time, I'll kill you.
I'm not a queen.
You're not a servant. Got it? Let's go.
Bharathi!
- What? - We're home. Take the bag.
What? Was what I gave you not enough?
Okay, girl, come on, go.
Bharathi!
You donated golden bangles to the NGO?
If it benefits people, what's wrong with doing it?
No matter how many good deeds you do or how many speeches you make against me,
you'll still end up coming back to Naidu's house.
You mingle freely with the riffraff, but don't weaken my power or their fear.
Please stop, Naidu.
You go, dear. I'll talk.
Come on, go.
- Naidu-- - Kottayya, don't spoil her.
Naidu, whether Bharathi did it knowingly or unknowingly,
it's still for our good. Leave it to me. I'll deal with it.
LONG LIVE PORT LEADER NAIDU SIR
Yes! This time, I'll definitely become a corporator!
Our ward's votes are all ours.
Wow! If you win, will you do something for our Kobbarithota area?
It's all written here. Take a look.
"Glass pipe line...
raper?"
Hey, don't read it wrong. It says "Gas pipeline repair."
I didn't read it wrong. You wrote it wrong.
Our town roads are ruined too. They must be repaired.
"For dernage water...
we must build a cunal?"
Okay, so for drainage water, we must build a canal?
Here.
Ammaji said you studied until the tenth grade.
Is this your education?
I only studied until third grade.
Your sister-in-law brags that I studied through tenth grade to sound impressive.
You say the same, or else she'll get upset.
All right.
You should also learn how to fib like Ammaji.
You'll become a corporator soon.
I know exactly whom to tell.
Enough of the big talk. Go to school and study properly.
Come on, go.
Hey, Pedda!
- What, Shiva? - Your brother owes me money.
Hey, wait.
- How much? - Twenty rupees.
He keeps buying for everyone like you, so the debt piled up.
Chinna, do you need anything else?
Come on. Let's go.
So, Pothana, how's the business going?
Give me one more bundle.
I've paid everything according to the books. Check them.
Your math is right, Pothana.
Naidu's accounts change starting today. From now on, it's a 20-30 split. Okay?
For how long?
What will you do once you know, Pothana?
You can't quit the business in anger and head to Burma.
You need Naidu's permission for that, too.
Bye.
Damn! With all these insults, I would've hanged myself.
Yet you're still alive and breathing.
That makes me very sad.
- Shove your sorrow up your ass. - My God! Brother!
Watching someone else's pain feels like heaven.
They feign sadness, but inside, they feel happy.
Damn chameleons!
I can't turn back your age by 20 years...
but I can roll your life back by 20 years.
ANASUYA WELFARE SOCIETY
Mr. Chakrapani, I'd like to work full-time at your NGO.
Listen, dear, you have a promising future.
Plus, you're Naidu's daughter.
If you apply yourself, you can reach great heights.
Do you really need to do this?
Because I'm Naidu's daughter, I want to serve even more.
This is what my mother wanted.
- Kottayya! - Yes?
How many enemies in Isakapatnam have wanted me dead?
No need to think about all of them.
Leave it!
In all these years, haven't you ever wanted to kill me?
No answer? Don't you want to say it?
I don't know why you're asking, but since you asked, I'll tell you.
Whether you're a tiger or a lion to the whole of Isakapatnam, I don't know,
but to me, you're a golden goose.
Every day, you bring me millions of rupees,
and you trust me with it.
So why would I want to kill you?
I'm happy. You're happy.
I don't have your kind of guts, though.
I'm not obsessed with money either.
You've got both, Naidu.
Pratap Varma,
a lone zamindar owning more than half the properties in Vijayapuram.
Not satisfied with money alone,
he has often moved pawns against Naidu in Isakapatnam.
Yet, he was defeated.
His strength is inherited wealth.
His weakness is his obsession with women.
That's why, even today, he can't stand up to Naidu.
Lost your way out of Isakapatnam?
I'm not some stray lamb to lose my way.
God has given me enough sense to shape my own destiny.
That's why I found my way here.
What's so important that you came all this way here to see me?
Now what do you say, Naidu?
I've got no issue with you and Thangavelu using my port.
The issue is with your 5%.
How much do you want now?
Twenty percent.
Twenty percent? Are you kidding, Naidu?
I'm doing business.
Do you know the scale of business at Chennapatnam port?
You know this, and yet want 20%?
You've got a huge port, yet you come asking for mine.
That means you need me, right?
It's not about need. We want to merge the ports and do business.
You've set aside 15 years of Chennapatnam port's prosperity
just to meet me, is that believable?
Twenty percent means transactions worth billions.
The business isn't just mine and Thangavelu's,
there's a big shot Chatterjee above us.
We're accountable to him.
You know that after 92 disputes, business at Chennapatnam port has fallen.
Now that Isakapatnam port has become necessary,
only I can decide its value.
Then you'll have to talk to Thangavelu.
For the past 15 years, I've managed everyone,
kept Chennapatnam port under my control,
and now my commission has come to 12%.
Hey, that's your incompetence.
Okay, if you want 20%,
control of the port has to remain with you.
We heard that the government will soon revise port offices and rules.
This time, will the next group also
not turn against you?
It's time for a shift of power in the port.
Politically, you have people in all departments.
If you make the right moves at this time,
the port will be under our control.
The jetty union is now in my hands.
If you win over Naidu's opposition, power will be ours.
I'll take care of the rest.
Rules are like occasional storms, Thangavelu.
They come and go.
But they can't stop Isakapatnam or Naidu.
Speaking from experience, Naidu.
Not all days will be yours.
All we see every day are the sun and the moon.
Much unfolds out of our sight.
Okay, hang up.
When the government rolls out new rules, the port stays under your control.
Like you asked, we'll give 20%.
Veerraju, if 99 out of 100 make mistakes,
that doesn't mean the last one did great. He makes mistakes too.
But the one who makes mistakes and gets away is the fortunate one.
This is the principle I follow.
Do you know how much power we'd have
if 56 corporations were under our control?
Do you know how much profit we'd make if 1,300 boats
went out to sea for fishing at once?
Do you know the profit we'd make if 600 trucks
were fully loaded and covered the entire country?
If all this were under the control of a single man, running politics,
do you know how much guts he must have?
The name of that courage is Naidu!
No matter what happens here, the port's reins are mine.
And if anyone messes with it, their life is mine too.
CHANAKYA STRATEGY
CI Satya hadn't realized that opposing Naidu meant death.
You've come to a place like Isakapatnam, sir.
Be careful!
Here, Naidu is both the crime and judgment!
ISAKAPATNAM 0 KM