(boy) Come on, Prabha!
It's our chance. Do not miss it!
Kick it properly!
(tense music)
(boy) Come on, Prabha! Come on!
(clapping)
(music turns quiet)
(boys cheering)
(boy) He did it!
(music turns menacing)
(intimidating music)
(gasping)
(sharp object swishes)
(grunts)
Hey! Who are you? Go away!
-Leave, I said! -(boy 3) Hey, Nagu! Stab him now!
I said leave now!
(man) Hey!
Don't do this, boy! (grunts in pain)
(boy 2) Your turn!
(Nagu shouts)
-(Nagu grunts) -(knife swishes)
(boy 2) Stab the bastard!
(man grunts in agony)
(boy 2) Slash him!
(man gasps, grunts)
(man screams in pain)
-(knife slashes) -(man screams)
-(boy 4 grunts) -Finish him!
-(knife slashes) -(man chokes)
(boy 4 shouts in victory)
(sinister music)
-(boy 3 exclaims in joy) -(police sirens in the distance)
(music turns tense)
(boy 4 clicks teeth, grunts)
Hey, fucker!
(boy 4) You fucker!
-(Prabha screams) -Come on!
-Sir, sir! -Where are you running off to?
(Prabha) Sir, sir! Let me go! I didn't do anything!
Sir! Please, stop! I didn't do anything!
-Move, boy! -Sir, I didn't do anything!
Let me go, sir!
-Sir, sir, let me go! -Come on!
Hey, move!
-(Prabha) Please! I didn't do this! -(policeman) You, get in!
You get in too! Get in, I say!
(Prabha) I didn't do anything, sir! Let me go! Please, sir!
Sir, sir!
-I didn't do this. Let me go, sir! -You! Get inside!
Please let me go...
(Prabha cries)
(sorrowful music)
(music dies down)
-Sir! -(man) Hmm.
-Sir! -Hey.
Hey. Let him speak.
-(policeman) Sorry, sir. -Sir.
I just went there to play. But they dragged me here, sir.
I swear I didn't do anything, sir.
Which area are you from, boy?
(policeman) Answer him!
Vaali Nagar, sir.
(scoffs)
(footsteps descending)
(paper rustling)
(scribbling)
-(police sirens at a distance) -(stamp clicks)
(melancholic music)
Hey, line up here.
You! Come here. Come.
Hey, all of you! Line up.
(gate creaks)
(sorrowful music)
(boys chattering)
(man) Do you know why I called you here?
Sir, I swear I didn't do anything.
I know.
Are you scared?
In life, each place will teach you different things.
But in this place, you will learn about life itself.
What do you want?
I want the study material of 10th grade, sir.
(melancholic music)
(paper rustling)
(man) No problem, Murugesh. The culprit has surrendered.
-Sign here. -(Murugesan) Okay, sir.
(music turns sombre)
(weeps)
-Prabha! -(screams) Amma!
(cries, weeps)
Amma.
(emotional music)
(music turns sinister)
(music stops)
(papers rustling)
So, you've all received your scores for the other subjects, right?
(in unison) Yes, teacher.
(teacher) How much did you score, boy?
452 marks, miss.
-Superb, future doctor! -Thank you, miss.
-What about you? -I scored 479 marks, miss.
You wish to be a Collector, right?
Then, who got the third rank?
-Miss! -(teacher) Oh.
And the second rank?
Miss.
Well, who scored first then?
-You are... -I'm Prabha, miss.
Oh.
I thought you...
Not bad!
From the tenth and fifteenth ranks, you've jumped to the first rank.
Superb!
Tell me. What do you want to become?
Go on.
I feel like something keeps following me everywhere I go.
If something gets stolen,
everyone looks at me first.
Even if I go to play, the kids ask me if I'm from Vaali Nagar,
and they accuse me of some crime while dragging me away.
From my own classmates to those higher officials,
they stick a label on us based on the area we come from.
They brand us.
Not all who live there are like that. Right, miss?
(melancholic music)
But no matter how much we scream or cry, nobody listens.
This has to change.
So, please tell me. What should I become?
(sighs)
One's birth, occupation, the colour of their skin,
using all this to judge someone's character
is the worst kind of discrimination.
But we live in a place where people do that with no shame.
A person who is proud of where he comes from
will remain there.
But the one who strives hard to earn his honour
will make the whole world respect his place of origin.
(scoffs) See?
You've been in this class for so long,
but for me to ask you what you want to become,
you had to get the first rank, right?
I'm not sure what you should become for these things to change.
But if you want to bring change, you cannot live a simple life.
Why should others tell you who you really are?
You decide.
Go to the highest pinnacle, in front of those who stand against you.
And once you get there, tell the entire world,
"This is my Label!"
-(menacing music) -(school bell rings)
(upbeat opening song plays)
LABEL WALK THE STAGE GLORIOUSLY
(music dies down)
(girl sniffling sadly)
(suspenseful music)
M. PRABHAKARAN B.A.B.L. ADVOCATE
(paper rustling)
Prabha anna.
They've arrested Appa.
This is an open-and-shut case, Your Honour!
He has stolen from the Inspector General's house!
On the day of the incident,
the IG and his wife went out to attend a small get-together.
The accused used this as an opportunity
and entered their house at noon.
He broke open the backyard window
and loaded with approximately 200 grams of gold
and Rs. 3 lakh, he escaped!
But the irony in all this was that the IG's wife fell ill,
and they had to turn back and return home.
At that moment, the accused jumped over the wall,
knocked her over and ran away.
And that's when the IG's wife got a clear look at his face.
On the day of the incident, the accused was in the area,
and the proof of that has been captured on CCTV cameras.
We have submitted this evidence too, Your Honour.
The fingerprints that were collected from the IG's house
and the accused Muthu's fingerprints are a 100% match.
Using that, the police have arrested him.
If he is questioned upon remand,
both the stolen jewels and cash will be retrieved from him.
So, we request you to remand the accused for five days.
That's all, Your Honour.
My Lord.
Yes. Tell me, sir.
Is this a fake case too?
Of late I've been seeing you handling such cases, so I asked.
What can I do, My Lord?
If the cops catch the actual criminals,
I will also find other cases.
Proceed.
My Lord.
My client, Muthu, is the one who did all this.
You accept said charges?
Pleading guilty?
More or less.
What do you mean by "more or less"?
Either you accept or deny.
How can you be on the fence about it?
No, there is a small request that I need you to grant.
Go ahead.
Let's not remand him.
He is ready to return the jewels and cash he stole.
If you can reduce his sentence...
He could have returned it to the police directly, right?
(Prabha) Yes, he could have.
He had the same intentions when he saw the IG's wife.
But it was then that we found out that the jewels were fake.
(IG's wife shouts) What? They're fake?
Each gold jewel is 24 carats.
No, Your Honour. It's not even one carat.
The certificate given by the jeweller has been attached.
If we had told this to the police,
we feared they would further suspect my client.
So, we had to bring it to court.
No, sir! All the jewels are original!
You're not allowed to speak from there!
If you want to say something, come here and say it.
Madam! One minute!
(suspenseful music)
Tell me, madam.
He agrees that he stole the jewels and the cash.
Then, what is your problem?
Sir, he stole the original jewels and is passing them off to be fake.
Passing them off as fake?
Around 2:00 p.m., the jewels were stolen from your house.
He went to the jeweller at 3:30 p.m. on the same day.
How is it possible to duplicate all your designer jewels by then?
Tell me, madam.
Please tell us.
I don't know all that, sir. But all my jewels were pure gold.
How can I accept fake jewels in return?
He can only return to you what he took from you, right?
Answer me, madam.
He took them, right?
He accepts his crime.
You took them, right?
Yes, sir. I stole them.
When I jumped over the wall, I knocked her over and fell.
Hey, when did you knock me over? Don't lie!
You filed this case, stating that when he knocked you over,
some jewels and cash fell out, which he gathered before running away.
Your Honour, she was not prepared!
Prepared for what? To lie?
Sit down, sir.
Madam, look here.
You cannot keep changing your statement.
Speak the truth. Was this really the man you saw there?
It wasn't him. That man was a bit fair-skinned and short.
That's all, Your Honour. That's all.
This is a fake case.
A theft at an IG's house is shameful in itself.
Added to that, if the culprit isn't found, it would spoil his reputation.
And so, they decided to file a false case against my client.
Apart from merely passing by their house on his bicycle,
he has no other link to this case.
After catching him, his fingerprints were lifted
and placed at the crime scene.
Hence, it was an obvious match.
Not just that, the IG's wife, who saw someone else,
was coerced into making a false statement against my client, Muthu,
thereby creating false evidence.
My client was a convicted criminal.
But not anymore.
So, instead of suspecting him for every crime that happens,
he should have been hung the first time he was brought in.
Why go through court hearings, jail sentences, release and so on?
For the brutal approach they took
by accusing someone of a crime, merely based on his looks
and based on his place of origin, this verdict
-is a slap on their faces. -My Lord!
-What is he saying? -My Lord!
And...
for referring to someone who aided in a false case as "madam"
while referring to my innocent client
as the "accused" along with other more disrespectful terms,
I request the public prosecutor to apologise to my client.
(inspiring music)
(music dies down)
-(woman) Sir, sir! -(Prabha) Hmm?
I'm going straight to the IG's house.
(Prabha) Why?
I'm sure I will make it in time to tackle their divorce case.
-(Prabha) Goodness! -(woman chuckles)
Prabha?
Prabha!
(Prabha) Sir! Good morning, sir. How are you?
(senior lawyer) Who, me? I'm doing great!
Don't I seem so?
-Sir... -Fantastic argument there.
Usually, it's the police that boxes someone in,
but you boxed them in from all sides.
Thank you, sir.
(intense music)
(music dies down)
The entire court is in awe of him,
but he seems to be in awe of someone else.
-Who, sir? You? -Huh?
(everyone snickers)
Oh, am I the one who has a 100% success rate in technical cases?
You!
You are aware of everything, yet you have to ask.
Sir, you are aware of why I'm doing all this, right?
Look! This is between him and you. Don't drag me into it.
(school bell ringing)
(man 1) Hey, fucker! How long should I wait?
Can't you be on time?
For people like us, punctuality is very important.
(man 2) Bro, you were adamant about bringing them.
It got late since I had to convince them and bring them here.
You tell me the plan, anna.
(man 1) Hey, we are pulling the chain tonight.
The route has been planned.
Listen to my plan.
After 9:00 p.m.,
there won't be a soul in sight.
That dickhead will finish his meeting and come this way, all alone.
When he crosses the track, both of you lock him in.
Surround him and kill him, right then and there.
(suspenseful music)
In case he gets away and tries to run...
-Hey. -Anna?
Remember how you ran on the field that day?
Chase him just as fast and topple him.
He will fall.
And we will be right behind you.
(man 3) Okay, anna.
Hey, it's nothing.
It will get over just like that.
Here.
(man 1) What is it, dude?
So?
Okay, anna.
Get there on time.
Okay? Now, go.
(scoffs)
(passers-by chattering)
-(organiser 1) He is not answering -(organiser 2) Okay, try this number.
-(organiser 2) 9080-40-63... -(organiser 1) Okay?
Hey, anna is coming.
(Prabha) Well? All okay?
Will we be able to start on time?
-(organiser 2) Yes, we can, anna. -(Prabha) What, then?
(organiser 2) People from the other districts haven't come yet.
(Prabha) You should have started with that then.
Hey, did you inform the other districts?
We even stuck posters there.
Those fuckers come to us only if they're in trouble.
If we call them to play, none of them turn up.
(sighs)
All right, let's do it at the National Level next year--
-Prabha anna! -What is it?
At the canal there...
(sinister music)
(man 1) Hey!
(crows cawing)
Catch him!
(man 1) Hey!
Stop!
(man 2) Hey! Stop!
Slash him!
(man 1 shouts)
(man 2) Get away!
(man grunts)
Get away!
-(slashing) -(man screams in agony)
Hey! Hey!
Don't do this!
-(man screams) -(Prabha) Hey!
(cameraman) This has become a usual thing now.
-Sir? -The heck are you doing here?
(cameraman) Nothing, sir! It's just a shooting.
(Prabha) Shooting for what?
(cameraman) It is a special show about our area for Paisa TV.
Two boys committed a murder last month, right?
It's just a creative depiction of that incident. That's all.
There is no problem, sir.
-Sir. -Hey!
He might lack common sense, but what about you guys?
(woman) Hello?
(cameraman) I will handle it, madam.
Hey! Pick up your items. Sir, it will be over in five minutes.
Sir, these boys will appear on TV for this.
-You! -Sir...
This is the perception that we are struggling to change.
And these people come here with their crap!
What fucking show is this?
Crime Area, sir.
This week's special is about our area.
A "special," is it?
Show me.
-Sir. -(train horn blares)
(narrator) Label.
A stamp that is put on products, which tells us what is inside.
But North Chennai's stamp
is this Label.
The one who kills is just a criminal.
But someone who hires hitmen to do all the killings for him
is a Label.
In a place that sprouted many Labels in the past,
the only ones who stood the test of time
are just two Labels.
Senguttuvan Label.
Ayya Label.
Quarry, harbour, drugs, land dealings
are some of the illegal businesses known to all,
along with some unknown murders
being the handiwork of these two Labels.
Paathaalam, Kokkithoppu Aadhi.
The two major hands of Senguttuvan Label.
The entire Label business is under Paathaalam's wing.
But in recent years, Ayya Label is at the top.
The reason being... Ayya.
Apart from knowing that he was a lawyer at some point,
nothing else is known about him.
The top guy in Ayya Label is Bunk Suresh.
This Label's weapon is
the swarm of youngsters who will do their bidding
at the snap of a finger.
The place where they pick these youngsters from
is Vaali Nagar.
The very mention of the word Label
will make everyone from the public to the police
take a step back.
If it's a murder that took place for the Label,
no one will come forward as an eyewitness.
They'd get out of jail in 3 months and live like royalty.
It is this superiority that pulls the youngsters of Vaali Nagar
towards a Label.
It is the dream of all youngsters in this town
to get a Label.
(ominous music stops)
-Have you all lost your minds? -(cameraman) Sir?
Don't you know anything else about North Madras?
Hello. What is it?
We know how to do our work. So, please.
Yes, I just saw your "work."
Well, who comes up with all this?
-It's madam. -Oh.
From the scripting to the project design, she does it all.
She is the show producer.
Show producer?
That's a very high-level job, right?
You are in the media.
But the media industry isn't safe for women.
And if a journalist wishes to get a higher position,
they have to do something...
Someone said that they have to make some "adjustments" for it.
The one who said this is a big legend. His name...
Hey, who is he?
He is from Mylapore, right?
I forgot his name.
Even I forgot his name.
Well, you're in a good position too. So, did you make "adjustments"?
For how many more years?
If someone did something wrong,
will you blame the whole media industry?
Are all women in media like that?
How can you generalise everyone like this?
We women have just started crossing all hurdles to seek success.
You can't stand it, can you?
It's the same for us.
We are trying hard every day to change our identity.
Please don't push us back into that dark pit again.
Up-down, left-right, in-out, right-wrong,
everything has two sides.
It's your job to show those two sides while staying in the middle.
Why does your camera never show the other side of North Madras?
Can your camera show it?
(people cheering and whistling)
(folk music starts)
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
(upbeat folk music plays)
What are you looking at?
Didn't you say that ages 16 to 24 are like a roller coaster?
I'm distracting them so they don't get on it.
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
♪ Let's work as hard as we can While dancing to our tune ♪
♪ Blow your whistles As the atom bomb goes boom ♪
♪ Dance your heart out To the beat of the drum ♪
♪ As the tempo rises Bob Marley goes, "Mmm..." ♪
-They want you there for a minute. -I'll be right back.
(scatting)
Things are set for the kabaddi match, anna.
(upbeat music continues)
(blows whistle)
♪ Vaali Nagar area is filled With power unknown ♪
♪ We catch Kasimedu fish And make a spicy fry ♪
♪ One word said wrong about us Will shock the Earth ♪
♪ Just ask anyone What is actually our worth ♪
♪ No mischief or foolish ways Will work out here ♪
♪ Our song Is now famous worldwide ♪
♪ Life can be happy No matter where you live ♪
♪ Let us learn to be united Come, let's talk ♪
♪ No diamond can match The smile on our kids' faces ♪
♪ Our area should be spoken about Even in the Parliament House ♪
♪ Let's work as hard as we can And dance to our tune ♪
♪ Blow your whistles As the atom bomb goes boom ♪
♪ Dance your heart out To the beat of the drum ♪
♪ As the tempo rises Bob Marley goes, "Mmm..." ♪
(scatting)
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
Hey, Eshwar and Guna's names are included in the next race.
Ask them to announce it.
The winners of the running race 2 years ago have come back here...
-Hey, what is this? -I don't know.
(announcer) This race is going to be a hot and spicy one!
Don't worry. We'll be fine.
(automated) The person you're calling is not answering.
Please try later.
They are not answering! What are those fuckers doing?
(folk music continues)
(whistle blows)
♪ With your marriage A new life rings in ♪
♪ Even if you drive a rickshaw You are king ♪
Oh, yes!
♪ We will not give up On our loving partner ♪
Well said!
♪ We will dance at our wedding To the beat of the drum ♪
♪ Carrom players, football players Are very common here ♪
♪ There are also a couple of Tysons Of our own here ♪
♪ We will sing our hearts out To our own tunes ♪
♪ And dance our hearts out Like Michael Jackson ♪
♪ Sunday goes and Monday comes ♪
♪ But every day for us Is Deepavali and Pongal ♪
♪ Let's work as hard as we can And dance to our tune ♪
♪ Blow your whistles As the atom bomb goes boom ♪
♪ Dance your heart out To the beat of the drum ♪
♪ As the tempo rises Bob Marley goes, "Mmm..." ♪
(scatting)
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
♪ Daalu Vutta Dang Dandanaka Ding ♪
♪ In the whole world We are kings! ♪
(folk music continues)
(music ends)
Have you applied for the judge exam?
-Oh, yes! I still need to. -What is this, anna?
Hey, come here!
(man 1) Hey, that motherfucker is coming over here.
Those boys aren't here yet!
We need them only if we miss our chance.
Let us do it ourselves.
(whistling and clapping)
-Here you go, anna. -Thanks, man.
I'll be back in a minute.
(suspenseful music)
-(knife slashes) -(man grunts in pain)
Who... who are you all?
(knife slashes)
(man screams)
(screaming in pain)
(men groaning in pain)
(music turns menacing)
(tapping on gate)
(music turns mild)
(suspenseful music)
(phone rings)
Hmm.
Anna, the hit was a miss.
Say that you missed it.
-(motorbike whirring) -(knife slashes)
(chokes)
(music intensifies)
Were you complacent, thinking it wasn't a big deal?
No, anna.
Maybe because I made it from here.
That's why...
You shouldn't think about what can and can't be done, Suresh.
No matter where we are, we must always stick to our original plan.
That's his perception of you.
Find out who is at fault.
Okay, anna.
(foreboding music)
(music rises and slows to a stop)
(whistling in the background)
(Subtitles by Desynova Digital)