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My dear friends!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Strangers!

Today, I'm going to tell you a fictional story.

Listen carefully.

Once upon a time, there was a village.

CHALAMAVAARIPALLI

There's a village next to it.

MELDHULAPETA VILLAGE

Another next to it.

BAGURAMMAGIRI VILLAGE

There are many villages,

but there is one very special village.

WELCOME CHITTI JAYAPURAM

That's Chitti Jayapuram.

Don't underestimate Chitti Jayapuram because of its name.

It's got a famous history.

Centuries ago, during the times of kings and wars and all that,

there was a kingdom called Chaitragiri.

CHAITRAGIRI

It was ruled by a king with a grand mustache, Jayasura Maharaya.

But, unfortunately, there were no rains for three consecutive years

and there was a severe famine in the kingdom.

There was no food to eat, no water to drink,

and many people in Chaitragiri dropped like dead birds.

During these dire times,

a priest with a shiny, bald head came and advised the king.

"Ask not what your country can do for you…"

Sorry, that was Abraham Lincoln.

The bald priest said,

"The Earth gives us everything. Have we ever given anything back?"

The king declared, "I shall offer my jewel-studded throne."

The priest retorted "The throne is of no use to the Earth."

"We thrive because of the Earth."

"So we should bury all the deceased on the north side of the village."

The king and the people agreed and started burying their dead.

As people followed this, it rained, rivers filled up, crops grew well.

Everyone ate hearty meals, and the kingdom prospered.

But later, some people rebelled and refused to bury their dead.

We don't know if that had any effect or not,

but out of the blue, it stopped raining again.

Then the bald priest came and said, "Didn't I tell you?"

Then everyone silently complied.

meaning after the time of kings and wars ended…

With no kingdoms what are people to do?

…people from that kingdom migrated to different places.

Some people from that faraway kingdom

settled in this small Telugu village.

WELCOME CHITTI JAYAPURAM

That is our Chitti Jayapuram.

That's why their customs and traditions…

Mr. Peddi Chandrayya

…are all quite different.

What's the difference?

If anyone dies in this village,

they don't care about caste or religion, they're very open-minded,

they bury them in the graveyard in the north of the village.

Usually, when people die, they inscribe

the name, date of birth and death on the tombstone.

What's special here is,

along with the usual details, they also inscribe how the person died.

DIED OF GRIEF OVER EXCESSIVE HAIR LOSS.

Shall I tell you one more thing? Here, even women go to the cemetery.

That's a special privilege for the ladies.

-Greetings, sir! -Let's go.

I'm in a lot of trouble. Sir, please help me.

-How are you, sir? -Greetings.

-Stop. -What happened?

No one cares that I'm here!

-Hey, Seenu. Get down. -Okay, brother.

Hey, Aunty. How are you?

Move aside, move. Move. Let me do it, move.

Move.

Here, hold this.

Here.

Move on.

Hey, did you see how clever I am?

-Madhubabu, you're very clever. -Yes, what did you think?

They were not greeting you so you forced them to do it.

Bloody drunkard. Let's go.

Here's Mr. Subbaraju.

He was the village head, he passed away.

The entire village is participating in his funeral procession.

Our village head, our beloved Mr. Subbaraju,

leaving us today is a heartbreaking thing.

There are no words to express his greatness.

He worked hard for our village and its people…

A snake came out, hissing from the fog.

He was born in 1932,

and spent his life since his childhood in the service of mankind.

What?

Drink it, drink it, damn.

What did you mix in this?

I mixed toothpowder, groundnut oil and washing soda in the toddy. Drink it.

-It's tasty, have it. -What…

Hey, it's very smooth.

Hey, come on.

Yes, lift it carefully. Yes, come on.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God, what's this?

This huge?

You can grieve later. Please come, ma'am.

Tell me how he died. I'll sculpt it beautifully, ma'am.

You tell him.

His successors have to tell. That's our tradition.

Last night, he died after eating the upma made by my mom.

Padmamma! Upma?

Does the spelling start with "U" or "Vu"?

Shut the hell up, fool.

Why are you saying it like that?

People will think that I killed him, dear.

-Didn't you? -No.

Think carefully and tell them what happened.

We can't even change it later, dear.

Last night, before he went to bed, he ate the upma my mom made…

Again upma?

Tell them what happened later, dear. That's enough.

After that, he went to bed and died peacefully in his sleep.

Do you want me to carve a star or a moon at the end?

Wait!

Idiot!

Wait! Wait, dear!

He was the village head, so carve a moon.

This is the biggest of all tombstones in the village, sir.

My tombstone should be bigger than this and should shine brighter than this.

-Got it? -Okay, sir.

She's our village head now?

And she's crying uncontrollably, like a baby?

Hell with our lives!

-Bring it! -Without Chinna?

Lift it. Mr. Subbaraju is our village head. We can't wait.

-We have to wait for him? Lift it. -Lift it.

Lift it. Lift it.

Hey, carefully. Lungi is slipping off.

-I didn't even wear any underwear. -Careful!

Oh, God!

Somebody pull it up!

What? He's falling down. Be careful.

What are you doing? Pull it up.

Wait, wait! Wait!

Taking it out.

-Pull it. -Hold it tightly.

Hey, call Chinna!

Hey, Chinna!

Pull it up!

Chinna!

What is this, Chinna? You have to come from that side, right?

I'm allergic to dust so I came from this side. Come on.

-Where's Chinna? -Hey, where did you go?

-You have to take care of this. -Dying is easy.

Burying is damn hard. What do you know about it?

Our men dropped the box.

Look at this!

Oh, God! Why did you start without me?

Look at what you guys did.

That's why people have to do their own jobs.

They tied the rope incorrectly, fools.

Shit.

Somu, you come two steps forward.

You go two steps back.

-What about me? -You stay there.

Yes. Pull it up.

Pull it.

Why is this so heavy?

Maybe he ate a lot and died.

Whatever, let's do it.

I almost forgot the garland.

God, please don't let him trouble me in the night.

Why is he so heavy?

Everyone had a last look?

-Mr. Subbaraju… -Long live!

-Mr. Subbaraju… -Long live!

-Mr. Subbaraju… -Long live!

No one could do anything till I got there.

They were all just staring like fools.

As always, I had to manage and do everything.

-Enough with your boasting. -It's true. Trust me.

Do you know the box got stuck in the hole?

The box? That's the problem with keeping the body in a box.

Hey, you want some chutney?

-I want some, ma'am. -It's already over.

My elders used to say that

if the body is neatly wrapped in a cloth

and buried, it'll happily mix with the soil.

No fuss about it. I don't know who brought these boxes into our lives.

Hey, you want some buttermilk?

No need, ma'am.

Forget about the box. You have to see the tombstone.

What's there to see in a tombstone?

They brought it from Madras.

You know, it's so soft that it's slippery.

Slippery stone… How could a stone be slippery?

If it's that slippery, then you go and slide on it daily.

I'm not interested.

Nothing to do with your interest.

It's not too far. He was the village head, right?

We buried him in the middle of the cemetery.

Enough! How much will you cough?

Enough. Go and eat, go.

I will, I'll go. Today, it's better. Yesterday, the bleeding didn't stop.

Son, I have a wish.

After I die, bury me in a nice place, okay?

Here she goes again.

Under a nice tree.

I want to rest in peace.

Stop this nonsense! What are you saying?

What, son? Is this really pain? Or are you scared?

Son, how many deaths have we seen?

This is our profession. This is our bread and butter.

Look, these emotions, grief, fear, pain, all these

are valid for these villagers, but what does it matter to us?

-Shut up. -Hey. What? Watch your tongue.

I'm your mother. Respect that…

Don't cough in my face.

-Okay, I won't, but remember one thing. -What?

After I die,

look for a tree, a nice lush green tree.

I want to rest under it forever.

-Okay, stay there. -Forever.

-Greetings, sir. -Greetings, sir.

Why is no one standing for me?

NEW VILLAGE HEAD SWEARING-IN

Come.

Look. Look there. Pose. That worked.

Take him.

No need to stand. Please sit, sit, sit.

Super, brother.

Hey, come here.

Did I take a long time?

No, just two minutes.

You were taking your time…

Mr. Narasayya…

Silence. Please maintain silence. Silence. Please stop talking.

In our Chitti Jayapuram,

we've been practicing family-based leadership for centuries.

-Intelligence… -Stop!

-…wealth or popularity… -Stop!

…if we give leadership based on these,

-people will start fighting for the chair. -Stop!

And then starts the politics.

That is why we came up with this tradition.

And now, being bound to the same tradition,

our Subbaraju's one and only daughter, Miss Apoorva,

is elected as the new village head.

It's time for the oath-taking ceremony.

Dear, hold your hand up and repeat after me.

Not like a flag post, dear. Hold it horizontally.

Like making a promise.

-Meaning me… -Meaning me…

You have to add your name, dear!

Apoorva, meaning me…

-…who inherited this power… -Inherited what?

…who inherited this power from my father…

…who inherited this power from my father…

-…will not misuse it. -…will not misuse it.

-I promise this. -I will bring problems.

What? You'll bring problems? What problems are you going to bring?

Will it be a cyclone or what?

Looks like a real problem. Let's all run away.

It's not "problem," dear. It's "promise."

I promise this.

-I will abide by the rules. -I will abide by the rules.

-I will get along with the people… -I will get along with the people…

-…and provide good governance… -…and provide good governance…

-…to the people of my village. -…to the people of my village.

Here, dear.

All these are your responsibility now. Take it.

Yes, hold it. Yes.

Look, those three people helped your father and grandfather too.

You can go to them with any kind of doubt.

They are really sharp and fast. Okay, dear? I'll take your leave, dear!

-Listen. -Brother.

Until yesterday, we were made to bow down to her dad.

Now we have to bow down to this dimwit.

She couldn't even properly repeat what the old man said.

And she's our village head?

This coming Saturday will be her first village council meeting.

We should trouble her by asking all kinds of questions.

She has to run out of the village forever.

I'm squeezing tamarind, tamarind Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze

Made stew that's delicious Made, made, made, made

Hello, Mr. Veerayya. I saw your son recently.

Do you remember Sudha from the house behind yours?

She was really chubby. He started flirting with her.

In those days, you and her mother…

You think I don't know that?

How do I tell your son that she's like his sister from another mother?

You should have been alive. Can't help it, of course.

Guava, guava Bite, bite, bite, bite

Oh, no, Mr. Bangarraju. How did you fall?

Did you have a drink early in the morning? Did you?

Why are you behaving like a child?

If you fall one more time, I'm gonna stop talking to you, okay?

It's 12:30 p.m. I'll go eat.

LATE MR. RAMANA

LATE MRS. SUJATHA

What, Mr. Ramana?

You made your wife stay in the sun while you're resting in the shade?

Just between us, this was all your plan, right?

A lush green tree.

-Hey, come fast. -Hey, hey!

-I'm talking to you! -Come fast!

Hello, madam.

God, everyone is already here. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

Shit.

Wait, wait.

Leave me alone.

You, please come.

Give it to us, ma'am.

She gave it to me.

-Give it to me. -That's true.

Give… Give me the umbrella!

-Give me the umbrella! -God, stop fighting!

Your legs are shivering. What's the problem?

Dad?

Well…

I don't want to be the village head.

Why are you scared?

Let me tell you something.

In this village, if there's any job

that earns a lot of respect without doing any work,

it's being the village head.

It's not that.

-I don't know anything… -No need to know anything.

For the last 100 years, it's been the same life,

the same people.

There's nothing new for you to do to change their lives.

Oh, God, how did I forget this?

Find any repairman to stitch the umbrella.

You need to be stitched first!

-I've been saying that! -Shut up!

Greetings…

Greetings, everyone.

Welcome to the "Rachabanda" program.

I'm asking you, as the village head,

if you're facing any problems in the village,

you can tell me.

Once you say that…

everyone looks at you with a blank face.

If that happens, tell them that you'll meet them next week and leave. Simple!

Damn it!

Appu, sometimes that Bheemayya

intentionally makes his men ask questions. Then you must…

Dad!

-Mom! -Be brave and stand straight.

Damn! Yes!

What…

What is your problem?

We're unable to sell tomatoes at a good price, ma'am.

We're not even getting three rupees per kilo.

Please do something about it.

This buying and selling, any money-related transactions,

don't ever answer it straight.

Connect this to…

an issue of another country.

That is because of the war that broke out in Iran.

-Want some? -No.

What does the war in Iran have to do with our tomatoes?

That is where we're exporting our tomatoes to, right?

With the war going on,

do you think they cook tomato dal and tomato pickle?

You tell me!

Tell me.

Please tell us, what is the solution?

-Until Iraq stops the war… -Iraq? You just said Iran.

Iraq is fighting a war against Iran, right?

So let's all pray for the war to stop!

Everyone, say it loudly with me!

-War in Iran! -Long live!

Say, "Should stop."

-War in Iran… -Should stop!

-War in Iran… -Should stop!

-War in Iran… -Should stop!

-War in Iran… -Should stop!

-War in Iran… -Should stop!

It looks like her father trained her well.

With the stagnation of rainwater, mosquitoes and insects have increased,

bringing in new diseases. What is the solution for that?

Next come diseases and illness.

Don't make noise.

They will make noise!

Then you tell them that the scientists are experimenting, with confidence.

Even if you don't understand it, make them understand.

They are experimenting on mosquitoes in Delhi.

I read it yesterday.

If they succeed, just a drop of this solution

will keep the mosquitoes away for an entire year.

Once that solution hits the market,

let's get it for our village before anyone else gets it!

She is very smart!

They say she's even good at English.

-Is it? -Yes.

Get a book for us, we will also learn it.

-Hey. -Yes, sir?

Ask tougher questions than Madhubabu.

She'll get confused and will not be able to answer.

Then I'll step in.

Listen, Bheemayya's people are in over their heads.

Whoever asks a question that will stump her

will have a free lifetime pass to our theater.

Come, start.

Brother, you keep your word and I will ask, okay? Listen…

Here, take this.

Anything else?

That's it?

Come to the front and ask.

What, you too have problems?

What, Chinna, do you want to sharpen the digging tools?

Come on, it's not my problem, it's a problem for our village.

Yesterday, while walking in the graveyard, I realized something.

There are only four slots left.

I mean, we only have space to bury four more dead bodies.

That's the problem.

But, Dad,

what if someone asks about an issue that's outside of these topics?

That's your bad luck!

Dad!

No one has asked me such a question in my 60 years of experience.

But if they ask you, then it's your bad luck, right?

Then you don't have any other option.

You will have to use your brain.

What can I do if there is no space in the graveyard?

How can the village head say, "What can I do?"

How can you giggle like that? Answer me!

I will, but give me some time.

I'll examine the problem thoroughly and think about what to do.

How much time do you need?

Two days. In two days, I will let you know.

What was with all that jumping back there?

You're a lady!

Have you forgotten that?

This is a new blouse! I thought you would tear it!

Stop! How can I make you understand?

Please listen to me…

God! Oh, my God!

God! Oh, God!

You killed me! God!

Oh, God!

This is all because of you, you…

This looks like a weird problem!

-Which one? -Not this, that one!

-That one? -Shit!

For 300 years, people have been born and have died.

The population is on the rise.

But the space remains the same. Won't it fill up?

MATHEMATICS EXAM

Show me.

-I haven't studied. -You didn't study?

My grandpa is not well, okay? I was tense all night.

There's no space.

Why is this a village problem? This is our problem.

What should I do with all these?

I think people should start digging graves in their own backyards.

If they listen to you, the village will turn into a graveyard.

It will be like we're living among the dead.

People can't just bury their dead wherever they please.

You'll understand when you read the Chitti Jayapuram rule book.

We have no other option.

All the graves are supposed to be in one place,

to the north of the village.

Hey, Chinna. Wait.

-Here, take these medicines daily. -Okay.

What's going on? It's been two months since your last checkup.

You think I want to see your face that often?

What?

She means everyone in our village follows health tips these days.

How is that relevant to my question?

I get paid only if someone dies.

When I get paid, I can bring her for a checkup.

Please leave.

You heard him? Take the medicines on time.

These medicines are of no use.

It's just a waste of money.

Mom, stop it!

Listen… What about the thing I asked you?

We have to leave before it gets dark.

-Let's go. -Hey…

Are you changing the topic?

I'll thrash you.

Forget about the tree, there's no space to bury anyone.

Chinna, give me your hand. Give it to me.

Vomiting? One minute. I'll get you a mug.

Idiot! Listen to me.

No matter what, you have to bury me in this village.

-Promise me. -Oh, God!

People are fighting over a spot, but you want all your wishes to come true.

Listen, our family has done a lot for this village,

serving them for hundreds of years.

We are not begging for a spot in this village!

That's our right!

Tell me what I just said.

-Everything? -The last thing!

-That's our right. -Yes, that's our right.

-Shall we go? -Okay, let's go.

You pushed my hand away. Why hold it now?

I have no idea at all. Do you have any idea?

-At least you tell me. -That's not my job.

I work on accounts and documents.

-You? -I take care of medicine

for Ranikhet disease in poultry, pneumonia in sheep…

Dad, why didn't you stay for a few more years?

What if…

Not even an inch!

How? What should I say in the meeting the day after tomorrow…

Why are we struggling so much? Why not cremate like everyone else?

Ma'am…

Never say that again!

Luckily, it's just us. Bury the thought right here!

-We don't have space to bury anyone. -It's not funny!

-This is our village custom! -Our tradition!

Hundreds of years ago…

I know that story, but can't we change it?

-No, we can't. -We shouldn't!

During your grandpa's time, a man from another village

-said that he'd be cremated here… -It led to a huge ruckus!

They burned his house!

Pelted stones at him, dragged him by his hair…

And threw him out of the village!

Oh, God! I didn't know this!

-Because there's no space, cremation… -Ma'am!

Don't say that word!

-Don't even say that word! -Okay, I won't.

What should we do now?

We're out of options.

You?

Well, I need to talk to you.

You? How could you come to my house?

Why? I can't come?

You're the village head. You call people to your house.

-You don't go to their houses. -Yes, you're right.

I forgot about that.

Why are you making her stand outside to talk? Invite her in.

You're here anyway. Come in.

Please sit.

It's okay, please sit.

No one visits our house so it just got stuck.

I know you people very well. Only you don't know me.

I'm serious.

I buried your paternal grandparents, maternal grandmother,

recently your father, all of them.

Do you know something? It's while burying your grandfather

that my dad took me to the graveyard and taught me everything.

Our Chinna is really clever, dear.

He's such a fast learner.

Dear, would you like some tea?

Seems like you would.

I mean, please don't mind.

I was just telling you how well I know your family.

And in such great detail.

I understood it very well.

What brings you here?

You said that there's no space in the graveyard, right?

So we have searched for another place all over the village.

But we couldn't find even one foot of land.

I don't know what to do.

If I don't find a solution by day after tomorrow,

everyone will eat my brains.

-Those five spots… -Not five, it's four!

-Yeah, four or five… -No, I know. It's exactly four.

God, okay. Four.

I said five out of anxiety…

Why are you so anxious? Right now, there's space for four, right?

They won't die on the same day. We have time until then.

Yeah, but how much time will that be?

-How can we predict that? -Right?

Can you prepare a list for me?

On one side, list those in our village who are ready to die.

With their names.

On the other side, how much time they can take to die.

Can you write it approximately?

No one can prepare such a list.

No one can, except one.

-Who witnesses death very closely? -Who?

It's you!

She's right. No one else but you can do this.

Yes.

Just by seeing their faces, you can sense when they're going to die.

-It might be true… -Not "might." It is true.

You have to give me the list by tomorrow.

What are you doing? Keep grinding! Don't stop!

Chitti! Hey, Chitti!

Hey, moron. Come here, boy!

-Who's Chitti? I'm Chinna! -Really?

I am getting old, okay? I forget.

ABOUT TO DIE

Chinna and I worked hard to prepare a list.

Hey, guys, stop it!

On that list…

there are names of eight people from our village

who are likely to die in a couple of years.

We already have four slots.

So, according to this,

there won't be a problem for the next year or year and a half.

There's nothing to worry about right now.

Brother.

In the meantime, let's all work together to find a solution.

If there are no more questions, we'll meet again.

Ma'am?

You say we have four spots but have listed eight names.

Who will get those four spots?

I mean, who's going to get priority?

What kind of question is that?

Where did the question of priority come from?

The ones who die first…

will get the spot, right?

They say first come, first serve, right?

First come… What?

Look, even our temples don't follow this first die, first come thing.

What do you say? Now, if we follow that, then why do we have VIP lines,

special lines and all in the temple? Isn't it?

-She'll know who she's messing with. -What's your point?

Everyone in the village knows about our family and its history.

-You guys do, right? -Yes, we do.

So we have to bury my grandfather here itself.

And the remaining three spots, you people can fight for that.

How many names are there?

Eight.

Write my name also on the list. Bheemayya!

That will make it nine.

You look okay. I mean, what will happen to you so soon?

If not soon, then in five years. If not in five years, then in ten years.

My grave should be here in this village.

In this Chitti Jayapuram. That's it!

What am I to do if everyone starts talking like this?

"Everyone"? What do you mean by everyone?

Everyone and myself are the same? Answer me!

Salt and camphor might look alike,

but the taste is very different.

What do you say, Shanmukham?

Speak.

Among all men, the most virtuous stand apart…

"The most virtuous" means… It's me! It's us! Our family!

Have you forgotten who donated the land for our village graveyard?

My ancestors donated that land for the people of this village.

Some people talk a lot about their family and their lineage.

But are they even worthy to stand in competition with us? Answer me!

Don't demean our people!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Remember how you broke your leg?

That's what happens when Mr. Bheemayya frowns.

What, frowning?

If Mr. Madhubabu snaps, bullets pierce your head.

How many people will you shoot?

Our men can lay down dead bodies in half an hour.

What do you mean, "lay down"? What can you lay down?

-Enough, stop it! -Hey!

Already there's no space for burial and you want to kill people?

Mindless fools, damn.

How did it work now? Stupid. Fool, idiot.

Useless fellow.

-Sorry, brother. Sorry. -What, sorry?

This is a kingdom full of crackpots. And they made me queen of this kingdom.

What a mess. Who fights for a spot in the graveyard?

If everyone wants a spot, what can I do?

I wanted to shout at everyone, "Shut up or else I'll smack you!"

But I was too scared to do that.

Please sit. Please sit down. I'll tell you.

Do you know this? We both studied in the same school.

What are you even talking about?

Hear me out.

Not just the school, but even the bench. We were both friends.

-We were friends? -Listen, Appu.

I called you that when we were in school. You may not remember.

One day, the teacher asked us to draw the human digestive system,

and you didn't draw it well.

You were so scared that the teacher might punish you for that.

But I draw very well so I gave you my drawing.

And you gave that to the teacher, and he was so impressed and said,

"You drew very well." He made everyone applaud for you.

-Really? -Yeah.

The teacher even gave you a chocolate. Don't you remember?

Then, after school, you came running to me and said,

"Chinna, if not for your drawing, what would the teacher have done to me?"

"I don't know what I would have done."

You said a lot.

You might not remember.

And you promised me something that day.

"Chinna, you helped me a lot today."

"Later, if you ever need any help, let me know, I will help you."

That's my mom! You met her the other day.

She's really sick now.

Don't even know when she's going to die.

And her last wish is to be buried in our village graveyard…

Chinna, you too?

Don't say that. You can make it happen, right?

It can't happen. I can't make a biased decision.

Sorry. Please don't mind.

It's okay.

What can you do?

Not everyone's wishes come true, isn't it?

Chinna…

I don't remember the incident you told me about.

-In which grade were we? -We were in the fourth grade.

Didn't you continue school after that?

After that my father died. Then I had to take over his work.

Like how you took over your father's job after his death, in the same way.

Good night.

But sometimes it feels like…

if my father had been alive, I could have studied a little further.

Then I would have had friends.

But what can we do about our fate?

Bye.

I'm announcing to the village that

our village head, Miss Apporva…

Should I tell you or not? It's for your sake. Don't make noise.

Our village head, Miss Apoorva,

has asked everyone to assemble at 9:00 in the morning.

The remaining four spots in the graveyard will be allocated through a lottery.

LOTTERY CEREMONY FOR CHITTI JAYAPURAM BURIAL GROUND

Move aside!

Oh, God!

What is that? Who did all this?

We did it.

-You? -It's very nice, right?

As if we don't have enough problems already.

Here's the jar, ma'am.

I have other work to do, I'll go.

What happened? Why are you so tense?

What's all this?

It's okay. You can do this.

Hey, why did you come?

Why did you come here?

I need to know if I win the lottery, okay?

Damn! Okay, sit down.

Sit down!

-You want some? -Get lost.

-You're from which village? -Sathyaraj Peta, sir.

I supply mics and soundboxes to all the villages around here.

By the way, what's the program?

This is for the allocation

of the remaining four spots in the cemetery through a lottery.

What, I powdered my face for this?

Whatever. As long as I get paid.

Hey, hold it.

Welcome, welcome!

Today is a special day for our village!

Like never before and ever after,

there will be a lucky draw for the allocation of spots in the graveyard.

There are nine names in the jar.

This little girl, this little girl will pick four names from this.

And for those four, the spots will be allocated.

She just picked the first one.

Do you want to know whose name it is?

Tell us, Miss Apoorva!

-Mrs. Swarnamba. -Mrs. Swarnamba!

God!

The winners clap their hands with happiness.

The others shouldn't get disappointed.

There are still three more chances to be a winner.

It may be you, your name might be next.

Your name might be next!

Mrs. Bangaramma.

Mrs. Bangaramma!

All these days, people looked at me like I'm a fool.

Even the second winner is a woman!

Seems like the women are dominating here!

Men, what are you all doing? It's time to twirl your mustaches.

You have to win to uphold the honor of our men!

Mr. Rajababu.

Rajababu!

Brother, one minute, brother! Give me a minute!

Wait. Hold it for a minute!

Hold it, hold it.

Do you want to know who the last lucky person is?

Bheemayya

Miss Apoorva…

Miss Apoorva! Give us the name.

Mrs. Kondamma.

Mrs. Kondamma. The mountain lady wins!

Applaud for her!

Applaud for her!

Now you light it!

Let's go.

Madhubabu, the crackers won't cut it.

-What do you want? -A huge feast.

And a lot of liquor.

Hey, okay!

Listen up, I'm throwing a party at my house tonight, drink all you want!

-Everybody, be there! -Be there, that's all!

-Mr. Bheemayya, you should also come! -Everybody, be there!

You have to be there!

Brother won!

Hey, check inside, go.

Please eat.

-The relatives came. -I'll handle it.

How are you?

Give it to the guests.

Eat, eat.

Hey! You're drinking? Have more drinks. Drink, drink, drink.

-Serve over there also. -Okay, brother, okay.

Be careful with the glasses.

Hey, fast!

Hey, stop, hey!

This tastes like water.

Liquor should create a burning sensation on your tongue!

-Who's brewing it? -Over there.

I want to sleep…

How can you sleep now?

The village head should attend all the functions.

Do you know how sleep deprived I am?

I'll sleep well. Don't even wake me up at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. Go away.

Hey, Uncle. Greetings!

How's my recipe?

-Move aside! -What, Uncle?

I'll make a drink that only real men can handle!

-You don't know. Go away. -Hey, move.

What the hell? What are you doing, Uncle?

People have to drink this.

What are you doing, Uncle?

-Go away, get lost! -Uncle, people have to drink this!

Uncle, please listen to me!

Uncle, we have to serve this!

Anybody, come here! Come here, hey! Come here, hey!

-This is a real man's drink! -Come on, Uncle!

Old man spoiled everything. We need to throw that out.

Why did they put a sandal in this? Maybe for a special effect.

I told you not to wake me up in the morning.

What happened?

Hey, Chinna. Hey, Chinna!

-Come fast! -What happened?

We've got a lot of work today. Come on.

Move aside. Move.

-Move, man! -Move aside.

They drank too much and died.

I mean, they passed away. A total of four people.

-Four people? -Four people?

How can they die? They're not on the list.

What happens to the people who won the lucky draw yesterday?

They died. They're dead. They're all dead.

Oh, God!

Mr. Madhubabu, what did you serve them? Poor fellows, they're dead!

What's up with you all? You don't have vomiting and diarrhea?

If so, tell me. I'll take you to the hospital.

-What, Shanmukham? -Right, sir.

Staying calm and not drinking is the best thing.

Well said! Lucky that we didn't attend the party.

Thank God!

Friends, it's me again.

That was the day when Chitti Jayapuram was plunged into grief.

It was a day when the village, which had bravely endured many deaths,

cried bitterly over the deaths of these four people.

On that day, strangers suffered more than the families of the dead.

Why am I feeling so sorry? I'm from Karamchedu!

No matter what, you have to bury me in this village.

Promise me.

What are you carving?

What else? "Drank to death."

Idiot! Respect the dead. I'll tell you, you carve it.

They died drinking the drink only real men can handle at Madhubabu's dinner party!

Come on! Carve it!

Yes, right, that's it!

We already have four slots.

So, according to this,

there won't be a problem for the next year or year and a half.

Why are you so anxious? Right now, there's space for four, right?

They won't die on the same day.

Take this, sir. Put this on. It'll look nice, sir.

Listen up, here is an announcement for all the villagers.

Our village cemetery is full

so we are requesting people to take care of themselves!

We request you not to die!

Stop!

What did you say? Drink a lot?

-They drank and died! -I told them, sir…

Idiot, fool! I'll trash you.

And you! Things are already bad, you want me to wear glasses, idiot, fool.

I always tell them, sir, not to drink beyond capacity.

Those greedy idiots…

Shut up! I'll rip your tongue out, idiot!

Bloody idiot! Bloody drunkard!

What was that? Heavenly? They reached heaven?

You ruined my reputation!

-I told them… -Bloody scoundrel!

Bloody scoundrel! Get down! I'll take care of you!

Bloody fool!

Rubbing Mr. Bheemayya's face in my good fortune made my day.

For the first time ever.

And by morning, it was all ruined.

Damn you! It's all because of him! Everything ruined by morning.

I had to give up the spot I'd won.

Why should we do that, brother? We won the lottery fair and square.

How can she give it to someone else?

Even if she gives it away, how can we let it go?

-We should demand it! -Yes, sir. He's right.

He gave a dinner party and made a fool of himself!

How dare he challenge me?

From now on, everyone will call Madhubabu "Boozebabu"!

Hey, you're right!

Sir.

You? Why are you here?

Well, sir,

since there's no space in the graveyard, I don't have any work.

-If you can give me any work… -Now you remember me?

But yesterday you were jumping with joy, you were dancing.

Nothing like that.

It's okay. Already there are a lot of people working for me.

What help can you give me?

Hey, can you oil my mustache?

I will do it.

Hey, hey, hey.

I was just kidding. How can you survive if you're so naive?

It's okay, go now. I'll call you if I have any work, go.

Slowly, dear. It's hurting.

Hey.

He's going to overtake our village head in stupidity.

She's running out of options.

She has to run away from her position, frustrated by our relentless torment.

We're going with Miss Apoorva to another village.

To find a place for the graveyard.

She asked us to inform you that we should also search in our own village.

Don't get too occupied! We're leaving!

-Okay, see you! -Let's go!

What is it? Eat.

Hey, it was just wishful thinking.

I don't want any of that.

After death, it doesn't matter where you're buried.

Find a place and bury me. Don't be sad.

Come on, eat.

-If you keep calm, I'll tell one thing. -What?

Your wish will come true.

How? Are you going to bury me in your father's grave?

You trust me, right? I'll take care of it.

Okay, now eat.

Eat, my son.

So we have to bury my grandfather here itself.

Who deserves to be buried here if not me? Answer me.

-Those five spots… -Not five, it's four!

You scared me, Mr. Balarao.

I'm hiding this place for my mother.

I gave her my word.

No one should know about it.

What will they do, even if they know?

Remember how you broke your leg?

That's what happens when Mr. Bheemayya frowns.

What, frowning?

If Mr. Madhubabu snaps, bullets pierce your head.

Let's see. It's for my mother's sake.

Hey, Chinna, there's no work. I don't know what to do.

Oh, God!

There are stones to carve. There are people ready to die.

But there's no place to bury them. Oh, God!

Hey, Chinna, I need work.

What can you do? You don't have any work either.

Hey, what, no work?

People die. As long as they die, we'll never be out of work.

Did you eat anything? Did you eat?

Go, eat. Go.

He gave me five rupees, but idli costs only four.

It's nice, right? Take it.

Hey, Chinna.

Keep it in this. It won't slip.

Chinna!

-Oh, God! -Stop. Chinna, Chinna!

Chinna, Chinna! I'm calling you and you become deaf?

It's you?

-What, why are you worried? -Worried? Why would I be worried?

Do you think I'm hiding something and running away from you?

What are you saying?

-Anyway, what are you doing here? -I'm thinking.

Then get into the car and think.

What is this?

Oh, my God! My leg! It hurts!

My leg!

-What is that? -Just some stone on the ground!

You think something fell from my bag?

My leg is crushed! I just put a hand on it!

As if the sky is falling!

You grabbed it with urine hands. There are important things inside.

We're going to a nearby village to look for our burial ground.

For one acre of land. Join us.

Why do we need him?

Do you know how many people can be buried in one acre?

-Well, that… Calculations, documents… -You don't know, right?

You tell me.

If we calculate, four by fifteen feet, sixty feet is optimum.

If we leave some space to walk, 726 to 740 feet will be sufficient.

-Okay, get in. -He's a math expert now?

-Get in! -Getting in.

Hey, Kamudu, why are you sitting on me? Move.

Where to move?

-I didn't even drink tea. -Move a bit!

We should create a ruckus by the time they return.

Go tell him. Go, go.

Did you hear this?

Their parents didn't accept their wedding, so Pallavi and Pranav want to die.

If that happens, there's no place in the village to bury them.

If we trust Apoorva, this is what happens.

Tonight, they're planning to commit suicide.

-By the way, who is this Pallavi, bro? -Why do you want to know?

I'm Pranav, bro!

-Is that so? -Yes, bro.

What's in the bag?

Where are we going, ma'am?

There are three villages adjacent to our graveyard.

Chalamavaaripalli is the first village among these.

Our village is facing a big problem, sir.

The burial ground we have been using for the past 300 years is completely full.

There's not even an inch of space

to bury anyone who dies.

Second one is Meldhulapeta.

That's a strange issue.

We can sell you an acre of land, but for that we need one lakh rupees.

Does an acre costs one lakh?

Third one is Bagurammagiri.

In that place, we're planning to build

our village deity Baguramma's idol.

How can we tolerate it when you say you want it for a burial ground?

Okay, Your Highness, we will take our leave.

I think you brought some gifts for us.

Are you leaving without presenting anything?

Got him!

In our village, if anyone dies, we cremate them. We don't bury them.

That's our tradition.

If we buy your land, it will belong to us, right?

Then our villagers can do anything they want.

It's not possible.

In this village, an acre of land doesn't cost more than 25,000.

Then, you're demanding four times the price.

You need it. Think about it.

No. That's his bag. We didn't bring anything for you.

You came to meet the king and didn't bring any gifts?

This is what happens when a woman is made the village head.

Don't you have any capable men in your village?

If the village deity can be a woman, why can't the village head be a woman?

Let's go.

-What happened? -Heart attack.

I'm still alive!

He died in his sleep, poor fellow!

Hey, I'm still alive!

He used be very strong.

No one thought he would end up like this, you know.

You idiots, I'm still alive.

Come on, Grandfather. Let's go inside.

I'm alive!

Come on, ma'am! Come!

The whole village is on fire and you went out to chill?

-What happened? -Oh, God!

She doesn't even know what happened. How can she even resolve this?

-Resolve what? -You don't know?

Two lovers want to commit suicide.

If that happens, where should we bury them?

-Where to bury? -Madhubabu's grandfather died!

-Dead? -Dead or not!

-He's about to die! -He's not dead?

What, are you smiling? His condition is critical!

Anytime, anything can happen. If anything happens, what will you do?

Do you even remember that my grandfather won the lottery?

Resign if you can't do anything!

Resign!

Resign!

Please listen to me!

Please listen to me!

Resign!

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm done. Let them all die.

I don't want this. Let somebody be the village head.

Hey! What are you saying? Don't make hasty decisions.

Hasty? My hair used to flow like a river, now it's just a trickle. See?

I don't want any of this. Leave me!

Hey, stupid! Do you think being the village head is just your decision?

It's about our family!

-It's none of my business! -Not your business?

What is not your business?

Because of you, your father's and forefathers' hard work is at stake!

And your children, grandchildren, everybody.

They'll tell stories about your failure.

Listen to me carefully!

Look, our family's honor, respect, prestige and reputation, everything,

is in your hands now, dear.

Think carefully and make a decision.

Appu, please listen to me.

Appu…

-Oh, God! -Hey, give it to me!

They act crazy all the time.

-I'll hold it. -You want to hold it?

This is a 200-year-old graveyard. It has to be filled when I'm the head?

Why not be filled in my father's time, grandfather's time or my son's?

Look, if my entire family's name is at stake, what can I do?

My mother always says this. This way.

Problems always find the ones who have the capacity to solve them.

Do you think I enjoy working in this graveyard?

If not in this graveyard, what you would be doing?

When I was a kid, they used to sell balloons near my school.

They used to be nice and colorful.

Everybody used to buy them.

But I never had money, so I never bought one.

I thought that when I grew up, I should be a balloon seller.

Then I could keep all the balloons without selling them and play with those.

What did you want to become after growing up?

I never thought much about it after that.

But I sing really well.

Really? Sing for me.

At night…

Understood.

Okay, how long can we preserve a dead body without it decaying?

Oh, God! Why are you thinking so much?

Tell me.

If anybody dies, I should know how much time I have to find a place.

My mother taught me a preservation process in my childhood.

Following that process, we can preserve a dead body for two days.

Two days.

What are you doing?

Nothing, ma'am. This wind made even my short hair fall.

How do you maintain such long hair?

You apply oil? How else will it be that thick?

If a mosquito gets stuck in it, it will die of suffocation.

Shall we go?

Where are you heading?

It's right, right, right.

Your way didn't work, right? Now we will search my way.

What you said was right, Chinna. Not even one foot of land is left.

I told you. I know every inch of this place.

Let's go. It's getting dark.

You lead the way.

I don't know where the start is and where the end is.

I'll show you, okay? Come, let's go.

I was born and brought up here.

So I look at these as small houses, and the dead as my friends…

What… What happened?

Chinna, look at this.

-This looks different from the rest. -Different? What?

This is the most common stone I've seen in my life.

What are you saying? It doesn't even have a name. Look.

How can it be? This is hundreds of years old, right?

It would have faded away.

That means…

no one knows to whom it belongs?

-What, what? -I got it!

-Which way to go? -That way. No. This way, this way.

We came up with a solution to our problem.

There are many old graves in our graveyard.

No one even knows to whom they belong.

So we decided that we have to reuse them.

How is that possible?

Please let me finish.

These remains in the old graves, we will take them out in a holy way,

perform holy rituals and bury them all in one place.

Show me where it is allowed in the rule book of Chitti Jayapuram.

Show me where it is not allowed in your rule book.

Let's start identifying the old graves from tomorrow morning.

Identify the old, nameless and broken graves.

Start the work from the day after.

In the meantime, let me know if there is another way. Then we will decide.

It's our bad luck.

Did you ever think that you'd have to work in a graveyard?

We'll leave after checking these three rows.

Three rows?

-I mean, it's getting dark. -Why, do ghosts visit?

By the way, have you ever seen any ghosts around here?

I'm telling you because you asked.

But don't blame me later if you get scared.

Scared? Us? Do you think we're kids?

Come on, tell us.

Last night…

-Last night? -Last night?

What, last night?

I thought you would say "long ago" or "when I was a kid" like in the stories.

-Come on, tell me! -Really, it happened last night.

It got late, I was having my dinner here.

Exactly here.

It might be this row or that row. From that grave…

I heard someone breathing like that.

I thought it was just a breeze.

After that…

Again…

Warn us before doing things like that.

This time, it was even louder.

Then I heard someone from that grave saying,

"Get me out of here. I'm still alive. Please, get me out of here."

Do ghosts know English?

It didn't say "please" in English. It spoke in its own language.

Then it said, "By this full moon, if you don't get me out,

I will come and bite your neck."

Come on, let's check this row too.

It's getting dark, right?

I'm unable to see the letters. We'll check tomorrow.

There's a torch.

If you need it!

The ghost doesn't come this early, sir.

It needs to be midnight for it to show up.

What should I name it?

LATE ADDANKI KALA

Kala.

It's just two letters, it will be simple.

Mr. Balarao,

look at my bad luck.

First, I arranged a spot. That was not enough.

Then, somehow, I managed to place this tombstone. Even that was not enough.

Now, I need to carve letters.

Mr. Anjayya is full of doubts.

Your doubt is if we use these old graves again,

then my mother may get a place, right? Is that your doubt?

I'll tell you one thing. Listen patiently.

Do you have any other work? Will you listen?

Will you listen?

If anybody digs up this grave later,

they can easily find out this is a fake one.

Only I work in the graveyard, so everyone will suspect me.

They'll think I've cheated the villagers and exile me and my mother.

Then my mother's wish can't be fulfilled, right?

If I leave it like this, there won't be any issue.

Death…

Nineteen hundred…

Less than 100 years will do.

Damn! This is all because of me. Four people died.

I loaded only three batteries instead of four.

All the people around disturbed me. Damn.

Everything got disturbed.

It's done.

What is the reason for death?

Carving while shivering

Carving while shivering

Carve, carve, carving

Carve, carve, carved

"She sacrificed her life in the freedom struggle."

Now no one will dare touch this.

Who the hell are you?

Ghost!

Damn! This guy!

1946.

Did you check it properly? It's 1946. That means she's a freedom fighter.

Poor lady. She died before freedom.

You didn't even show her respect. Salute her.

Let's go.

A total of 59, ma'am.

Meaning?

Even with three deaths per year, we can manage for 20 more years.

Thank God.

God knows what will happen after 20 years.

Let's start digging from tomorrow.

-Hope nothing else comes up. -What else will come up?

Not even the gods can stop us.

Swami, last night, we found him lying in the graveyard and brought him.

He's not even moving.

Ghost, ghost, ghost. Smoke, smoke, smoke.

I've seen a ghost. I've seen a ghost!

Smoke, smoke. Ghost, ghost. I've seen a ghost.

Smoke. Ghost, ghost, ghost. I've seen a ghost.

I've seen a ghost. Ghost, I've seen it. I've seen a ghost.

I've seen a ghost. I've seen a ghost.

Hey, Uncle, what happened? Why are you running?

I always bury them. This is the first time I'm digging them up.

My whole body is excited.

Will you please start?

You're the village head. You make the first hit.

Give it to me.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

They ordered us not to dig up the graves!

-Who? -Why?

Yesterday, Mr. Bheemayya and many others met Priest Shanmukham.

What he saw was not a ghost or a demon.

It's a spirit. Our ancestor's spirit.

Damn it.

Hold him tightly. He might bite me.

Yesterday, just one was set free. Tomorrow, one more. Day after, one more.

And then one after another.

I can't even imagine how many are going to come out.

Why is this happening, sir?

-Is there any chair? -No, brother.

It's because of your plan to reuse the graves.

They were hurt by your plan.

All this happened just because of that decision.

Imagine what will happen when you start digging up the graves.

Why leave it to imagination? Please tell us what to do.

Graves of those that will be reused,

they will make their descendants understand their sufferings.

They will torture them.

Who believes in ghosts these days?

It might be some sack or a torch or a thorn.

-A thorn? -How could you say that?

You yourself said it, remember? That the ghosts are trying to get out.

Might be my imagination.

What imagination? You told us it said, "Take me out."

Not like that. "Take me out!"

Will you stop it? What do they want to do now?

You heard it?

Digging up our ancestors' graves will make their spirits haunt us.

So our grandfathers, great-grandfathers and great-great-grandfathers,

not a single grave of our ancestors should be touched. Got it?

God! Oh, God, Oh, my God! What's this new problem again?

Don't pull it too hard, it will come off.

Is that important? Is that important now? You don't have brains?

-It's for your beauty's sake. -Not you.

I'm talking about these villagers.

We come up with a solution, they come up with a new problem.

Let's dig the rest leaving Mr. Bheemayya's. Come on.

Bangaram Madhava.

-Banga… -Mr. Bangaram Madhava Rao!

He's this old, still can't show respect.

Greetings, Mr. Madhava Rao. Please don't mind.

Come have some fresh air.

Stop!

Mr. Madhubabu ordered you to stop digging the graves.

Don't touch the graves that belong to their family.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

That's…

-Hey… -Sir.

All the graves that belong to my family

should stand apart, be special.

-Hey… -Sir.

-Paint them all red. -Sure, sir.

Brother, they are painting their graves to make them look special.

-What do our people lack? -Brother.

Even our people are great and should be special. Paint them.

Paint them all red!

Brother, they used red.

BLUE THIEVES

LATE DUVVADA GOPAL

Our family!

This is one of our ancestors!

Chinna.

Hey, Chinna!

I like green. What about you?

I like green, green.

That's nice too.

-Brother, brother. -Brother!

Idiot! What happened?

We saw a fake grave this morning. Same blue color as ours. Here.

How do you know that it's fake?

We painted it yesterday morning. How can it be wet till now?

Someone painted it last night.

One more thing. There's no family name on the grave.

How can someone identify that it is ours without a family name on it?

Someone with no family

is using our color to hide his grave. Where is it?

Where? In our graveyard.

Graveyard! Graveyard! Where is it in the graveyard?

-Fool. -Well, brother…

-We were a little drunk. -Is it?

Did you drink a lot? You drank a lot. You drank a lot.

Idiot. Idiot.

Take our men. Search all the graves.

Check the name, year,

reason for death, check everything, then you will find the fake grave.

-Go. -Okay.

-Go, don't drink again. -Okay.

If they tried to hide among the blue ones, then what about the red ones?

It's filled with pride.

What's the guarantee that they won't sneak into ours?

Keep an eye on all our graves.

-Sure, sir. -Got it?

Why did you call me?

You're calling me to your home, just like a village head.

You…

Why is she pulling the chair out?

Come. Come here.

-Sit down. -That's close.

Some idiot hid a fake grave by painting it a particular color.

The entire village is searching for him.

Do you know anything about that?

How could I know about that?

Do you think I stole a spot, put a stone there,

painted it blue and ran away?

Just some stone on the ground.

You think something fell from my bag?

This is the most common stone I've seen in my life.

Who believes in ghosts these days?

-It might be some sack, torch or a thorn. -A thorn?

Are you lying to me?

How can you say that?

You blabber random stuff only when you're hiding something.

The village is falling apart, ma'am!

-Oh, my God! -Sit down, idiot!

They're fighting like dogs on the river bank!

And even worse at the temple!

What's with all these fights? Did you find the culprit?

Did you?

This is not about that!

-These are all-new fights! -Again?

This morning, the whole village started

checking the details on the graves to find the fake grave!

Hey, scoundrel!

Your ancestor raped and killed my ancestor.

-Hey! -Listen!

-I will kill you! -Hey, stop!

-What did my grandmother do? -Don't.

-Hey, stop! -Hey!

-Yours is an abusive family! -Listen!

-Leave me. -I will kill you, hey!

Revenge for what happened 200 years ago?

As if the existing problems are not enough.

What happened at the temple?

Hey, idiot with glasses!

You've made me work like a dog all these years.

Your great-great-grandfather took a loan of one rupee

from my great-great-grandfather and did not pay it back.

My great-great-grandfather committed suicide because of harassment.

What, Uncle? Looks like you're still mad.

One rupee? Take it.

Hey, it was one rupee then!

After 50 years' interest, it's become one lakh.

Not just these two. A man named Chandrayya eloped with Tulasamma 100 years ago.

Their families are fighting.

Mr. Badhram's house is not his own.

It was stolen from his great-great-grandfather 200 years ago.

They're fighting for this.

Oh, my God, digging up the past will only bring out filth.

Hey, come fast, start your vehicle!

People in the village keep fighting. We should stop them.

All this is happening because of that fake grave.

Once we find him, the whole village will thrash him.

Chinna,

do you think your mother got picked in the lottery the other day?

Bheemayya got picked.

But to help you, I called out your mother's name instead.

If I got caught, the entire village would have hated me.

But at that moment, I didn't think.

Tell me the truth.

You don't know anything about that grave?

For my mother… I couldn't find any other way.

What is this, Chinna?

How could you be so foolish?

If anyone finds out, there will be big fights.

Okay, do as I say.

Remove the tombstone and make the place as it was before without anyone seeing it.

What about my mom?

They're fighting over disputes from 100 years ago, Chinna.

-It's not that. -If they know that you're the reason?

-Oh, God! Go fast. There's no time. -Think again.

Go!

Come, have your lunch!

You have it. I'll eat later.

-Please come. Who's fighting now? -Not fighting, ma'am!

Mr. Bheemayya is heading towards the graveyard with all the villagers.

Why does he have to go now? Why now?

Why?

Look at this.

This belongs to Mr. Bheemayya's great-grandfather's grandfather's brother!

As our village head Mr. Subbayya died suddenly,

and his son was just two years old,

Mr. Appalraju is temporarily appointed as the village head.

Bangarayya, Subbayya's elder brother, committed suicide in anger

that Veerayya's descendant was made the village head.

That means…

That means… I am the village head.

-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.

When Apoorva's family members

were temporarily appointed village head for a time,

they held onto the position,

cheating the entire village.

This should be made known to the people of the village immediately.

-Fast. -Where are you going?

A lot of fights will break out if I don't go.

Some fights will settle on their own, dear.

The village head shouldn't be involved in everything.

If it was your dad, he would've closed the doors and slept.

What's the use of me being the head if I don't do anything, Mom?

Ma'am!

Hello, Miss Village Head.

How many more years will you hide?

I've just shown your true nature to all our villagers.

They made your people village head temporarily,

and you're behaving as if it's your birthright.

Hello! Look at me while I'm talking.

-Why are you looking somewhere else? -I'm listening.

I don't even know when this happened.

-Why bring this up now? -You're asking why?

I'm the village head, not you.

Okay. You do it.

So, from now on,

the responsibility for the village is mine, right?

Yes.

Look, girl, from now on, you're just a normal girl.

God, I said okay. Why do you keep repeating the same thing?

You have to speak it out clearly in front of the people.

-From now on… -From now on…

-…the village head is… -…the village head is…

-Mr. Bheemayya. -Mr. Bheemayya.

-Not you. -Not you.

Not "Not you." "Not me."

Not me.

Everyone heard it, right? She accepted.

Any objections to this?

Speak up. Say something.

-Now… -Everything is done, right?

It's getting dark.

Why stay in the graveyard? Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Sir, sit down.

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

For hiding a spot in the graveyard for selfish reasons,

for claiming five spots as four,

for placing a fake tombstone and making a fake grave,

and for painting it to look like it belonged to a specific community,

for being the root cause of all the fights in the village,

I declare that he and his family will be exiled from the village.

This is my decision as the village head.

The remaining spot in the graveyard will be auctioned fairly,

honestly and justly.

The highest bidder will be allocated the burial spot.

Sir, please leave that one spot!

You touched him, idiot?

Thrash him. Take care of him!

-Thrash the scoundrel! -Move aside.

Chinna! Chinna!

His first meeting as village head and it's already a circus.

Let's get out of this mess.

No, Chinna!

Leave him! I said leave him!

Chinna! Chinna!

Hey, Chinna! Chinna!

His mother…

Stop! Stop!

His mother is dead!

Chinna, your mother died!

Son, how many deaths have we seen?

This is our profession.

This is our bread and butter.

Look, these emotions, grief, fear, pain, all these

are valid for these villagers, but what does it matter to us?

This old man's elder son, Bheemayya, has gone to some other country.

It seems like it will take him at least two days to come back.

We have to care of this old man's body until he returns.

That's why we need to apply all these.

Come, Chinna. Take a close look.

-No, I won't. -Why? Are you scared?

Look, we spend more time with dead bodies than the living, right?

What's there to fear?

-Shall I tell you something? -Yes.

The reasons for our failures are not external things.

It's the bad inside us that makes us fail.

Look, we get angry. We get angry unnecessarily.

That bad temper makes us fail.

We get scared. We get scared of every little thing.

That fear makes us fail.

And we feel proud of ourselves. Like nobody is greater than me.

That pride, your pride makes you fail.

"Your pride makes you fail."

Who else in this town

deserves the last place in the graveyard other than me?

That's why I proposed an auction.

In the entire village, who can beat you in an auction, sir?

I want a bigger tombstone than even Subbaraju's.

Guys, don't forget this.

-Sure, sir. -Sure, sir.

-Hey, Satti? -Brother?

Mr. Bheemayya thinks he's the richest and is dreaming about that last spot.

Yes, brother.

Those days are gone.

-Yes, sir. -Right?

Four action movies were very successful in our theater.

-You know how much we grossed? -It was a blast.

Tomorrow, we'll show them who we are.

Sure, brother. We'll play with them, that's it.

Sure, sir.

LAST BURIAL SPOT AUCTION

What is it now?

There's an auction for the last spot in the graveyard.

I knew there would be something like this.

That's why I came here instead of my brother.

Greetings, everybody.

Today is yet another special day.

No one in this world has ever heard of or seen such a day.

It's an auction for the last slot in the graveyard.

Let's see who's going to win that last spot.

Who is that lucky person? Who will get dumped in that hole?

As it's a very important spot,

this bid starts from 10,000 rupees as suggested by Mr. Bheemayya.

Is there anyone who bids 11,000?

It's 11,000 from Mr. Madhubabu.

Twelve thousand, 12, 12!

Fifteen thousand, 15, 15!

Twenty thousand, 20, 20, 20 thousand!

Thirty thousand, 30, 30!

Thirty-five thousand, Mr. Madhubabu, 35!

Forty, 40, 40, Mr. Bheemayya's bid, 40 thousand!

Fifty thousand!

Will you pay? Will you pay it? Idiot! You said fifty?

-Idiot. Get lost. -Don't you have fifty thousand?

People will think I'm foolish if I continue this.

Let him die and have that hole.

-Come on, guys. -Let's go.

You fools.

Brainless.

Mr. Madhubabu has left the auction, only Mr. Bheemayya is left in the auction.

Mr. Bheemayya, 40 thousand. Once!

Mr. Bheemayya, 40 thousand, once!

Mr. Bheemayya, 40 thousand, twice!

-Mr. Bheemayya… -Forty thousand and one rupee!

Hey, old woman, do you know what's happening here?

Grandma, 40,001 rupees!

Rupees 40,001, Grandma!

Rupees 40,001, once!

Rupees 40,001, twice!

Rupees 40,001, thrice…

Forty-five thousand!

Forty-five thousand, Mr. Bheemayya, once!

Forty-five thousand, Mr. Bheemayya, twice!

-Forty-five thousand, Mr. Bheemayya… -Rupees 45,001!

Hey, moron, where did you get that much money?

I earned it by applying oil to mustaches.

Forty-five thousand and one rupees from tank top sir.

Rupees 45,001, once!

Fifty thousand!

Fifty thousand, Mr. Bheemayya, once!

-Rupees 50,001. -Hey, hey!

What happened to you guys?

Rupees 50,001, the white-haired grandpa, once!

Rupees 50,001, twice!

Sixty thousand.

Sixty thousand, Mr. Bheemayya, once.

Rupees 60,001.

Rupees 60,001, the lean uncle!

Rupees 60,001, once!

-65,000! -65,000!

Rupees 65,001!

-Seventy thousand! -Rupees 70,001!

-Rupees 70,001, once! -Seventy-five thousand!

-Rupees 75,001! -Eighty thousand!

-Rupees 80,001! -Eighty-five thousand!

Rupees 85,001!

-Ninety thousand! -Ninety thousand, 90, 90!

Rupees 90,001!

Rupees 90,001, once!

Rupees 90,001, twice!

-Ninety… -One lakh rupees!

One lakh rupees!

Does anyone have one lakh rupees?

Do you have? Anyone, do you have?

One lakh rupees!

One lakh rupees, Mr. Bheemayya, once!

Twice!

Thrice!

Wow! Mr. Bheemayya!

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

Mr. Bheemayya is fortunate to get a six-foot plot of land for just one lakh!

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

-Who's the village head? -Mr. Bheemayya!

-He's our village's tiger. -Our village's lion king.

-Sir, roar like a lion! -Sir!

Get lost.

Move aside!

Hey!

Sir!

-See where they're going. -Okay.

To resolve my problem and the village problem,

I know what to do.

I need your help for that.

I'm not your village head,

but I want the good of the village.

I'm asking this to resolve this problem.

Without Bheemayya and Madhubabu's knowledge,

ask everyone to come to my house.

-Dude, why is he here? -Nothing to worry about.

Where are you going at this hour?

Just to smoke, brother.

-What, all of you together? -Yes.

She might have found a solution. It must be for that.

Why the hell is he here?

Hey!

Please listen to me.

How dare you come here?

Listen to you? We won't listen to a scoundrel like you.

What is this, you got us all here, at this hour, to listen to him?

No, please hear me out.

What, listen to you? You're exiled from this village, right?

Why are you still here?

-Just once… -Everyone, shut up!

Just shut up!

One more word, I'll slap you!

Everyone's calling him a thief and a cheater.

But can you even imagine Chinna's situation?

If anyone died in this village, he took care of everything.

But he is unable to perform his mother's last rites.

For the last week, you've only been looking for a reason to fight.

Did you even think about the problem? Or how to solve it permanently?

Did anyone think about it?

Chinna did.

Only Chinna thought about it.

He only wants to talk so no will end up like him ever again.

You're not even giving him a chance.

Those who want to listen can stay. Others can leave.

When Miss Apoorva suggested we reuse the old graves,

all the villagers wrote down the names of their ancestors and handed them to me.

"Don't dig the graves. Don't even touch them."

Later, I started comparing those sheets side by side.

I went back to the grandfathers of grandfathers,

going back to the start.

When I checked who came to this village first,

300 years ago,

there were four brothers, Varadayya, Bhadrayya, Suranna, Mallanna.

They came to this village for their livelihood.

Four brothers.

You got it?

Which means…

that we all belong to the same family.

Strange, right?

How can I and Mr. Bheemayya belong to the same family?

Even Raju and Madhubabu belong to the same family.

Being brothers,

we are fighting over a six-foot piece of land!

Amidst all the fighting…

I don't even know if my mom died happy or sad.

She doesn't even know if her wish came true or not.

Mr. Bheemayya recited a poem recently.

"Salt and camphor might look alike."

But the meaning he told is not correct.

Salt and camphor are used for different purposes.

They have their own uses.

Each is unique in its own way.

How can we say one is more important than the other?

Seeing both of these things equally, yet respecting them for what they are,

makes a man virtuous.

Didn't all this fighting for graves start with who's superior to whom?

To end it also, the answer is there.

I know what to do.

But I can't do it alone.

We need to do this together.

No matter what, I'm with Chinna.

What about you?

CHITTI JAYAPURAM RULE BOOK

When Bheemayya and Madhubabu bid, count slowly.

Okay. I will take care of it.

Sixty thousand!

Sixty thousand, Mr. Bheemayya!

-Seventy thousand! -Rupees 70,001!

Rupees 90,001!

One lakh rupees!

One acre costs one lakh?

In our village, many newborn children are dying due to lack of facilities.

That is why we are planning to build a maternity hospital.

Something that helps you in death is something that will help us in birth.

Think about it.

I couldn't find a place under a tree…

so I brought a tree to you.

Now I understand, Mom, why you asked for a spot under a tree.

Tell us, Mr. President.

Tell us. Tell us.

He took away my grandfather!

And my grandmother!

Will you get me my one lakh rupees?

-We got cheated. -It's okay. I'm here.

We need our money!

Hey, cancel! Cancel, that's it!

Everything is canceled!

Why cling to something that happened hundreds of years ago?

Listen to me. Everything is going to get canceled!

Everybody, repeat after me loudly!

-Everything is canceled! -Everything is canceled!

-Everything is canceled! -Everything is canceled!

-Come. Let's go! -Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?

To the village head, sir.

I'm the village head.

You said that everything is canceled.

If everything for 100 years got canceled, Apoorva ma'am is the head.

-That's it! -Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

The only thing our entire village will unite about is…

making a fool out of me.

I want to sleep

Sleep, sleep peacefully

I want to sleep

Sleep

Sleep peacefully

Sleep

All the heads of nearby villages are here to meet you.

They have a huge problem.

They believe that only you can solve it.