Bha. Bha. Ba. (ഭ. ഭ. ബ.)

Legends have said this.

That this place is a madhouse.

In that case,

I, the narrator of this story,

and you, the listeners,

are all crazy.

But when we see somebody crazier than us,

we get shocked.

This is the story of a lunatic who shocked the whole state.

Welcome

to the world of

MADNESS!

These guys are the 'Thalapathy Boys'.

They would give everything they have

for the ones they love.

And some people aren't quite fond of it.

What the hell? Decent people like us gotta go to work!

-Move! You bloody... -Sorry, sir!

Hey! Get down!

Hey, let's go!

-Escape! -Take your car and get lost!

Come on! Let's escape!

-Run! Run! -Stop there, you!

There are some 'poor' rich kids

who consider 'Thalapathy Boys' as their opponents.

It's their ball

rolling straight toward these guys.

They’re definitely coming to question us today.

That ball was a chance they got.

To hustle their rich-kid opponents

and pocket some cash.

The ball you guys hit from here,

it reached his shop, hit his head, and he's bleeding to death now!

-See this? -Cry, uncle!

Impossible!

Yeah.

We know where his shop is.

There's no chance that

our ball changed its direction and went into his shop.

How did he know that?

So, even if it hit him, it won't cause excessive bleeding like this.

You slammed him with the ball, and now you’re talking about math?

Who the hell are you? A computer?

Force!

Acceleration!

Momentum!

Projectile motion!

Bernoulli's principle!

Magnus effect!

-Stop it! -And...

Kinematics!

You don't know shit about any of these! Okay?

We know about 'Kinetic Honda', okay?

-Yeah. -What?

Stop yapping and pay us the compensation!

-Pay us the compensation! -Pay us!

This is acrylic paint! They're faking it!

Oh-no! They got to know that we got the paint from the trash!

Idiots!

-Scram, kids! -Uncle... Please don't go!

Don't go, grandpa...

Clean bowled!

He's a know-it-all on every damn thing.

He's a roaring lion in general knowledge!

Lorry? What's that?

If you got anything to ask, ask him!

And get shocked, listening to his answers!

Come on, let's go.

So embarrassing!

They bowed to those rich kids acting like know-it-alls.

Heads bowed, they kept on thinking.

What could possibly be out there that these losers don’t know?

Ever heard of the guy who kidnapped the state's greatest conman

and became a hero?

You guys are know-it-alls, right?

Answer me! Come on!

Start the timer!

-Ten... -Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

ONE!

You lost! You lost!

They're so scared!

Wait there!

Once you ask a question,

you must answer it before you leave!

What's his name?

He doesn't have a name as such.

But he's got a story.

If you want, I can tell you.

Tell us then.

Let us hear it.

Ever since their birth,

they thought their native land belonged to them.

Losing that land was beyond what they could endure.

When the MLA who had vowed to stand by their side,

personally took the initiative to cast them out,

not a single voice was raised in protest.

Having lost everything,

that group was left with no allies and no hope.

They needed a saviour.

And there, before their very eyes,

their hero emerges.

Stop, stop!

What's this? KGF?

-Was it a bit too over-the-top? -A bit too much!

Yes.

Let me tone it down!

The story of these kids begins

on the announcement day of the assembly election results.

There is a reason for the CVP cadres' mad rejoicing

outside a hospital.

Their own leader CK Joseph,

who swept the election by a huge margin,

was admitted to that hospital's ICU that day.

We bought these to blast them wherever sir is, as soon as the results come.

Go outside and do it! Move!

This story's location and year?

You don't get to ask questions in this story.

Shut up and listen.

Madam, ladoo for you?

He must have fainted from the BP spike

caused by the pressure of becoming the CM.

Quite natural.

And it gradually worsened.

As his memory is a bit weak due to his age,

his speech and strength are intact.

-So his revolutionary mind is unharmed. -Yes.

KV Janakiyamma was removed from consideration for chief minister right at the end

and CK Joseph stepped in as the chief minister.

Had they revealed sooner that this loser was their CM pick,

they wouldn't have gotten a single vote!

Careful, sir. Watch out.

Power trip!

The secret from the ICU,

the attender who witnessed it went to the opposition party and informed them.

I struggled a lot to get this news to you, sir.

A day shall come when your struggles will finally end.

-Leave now! -But, sir...

Opposition party cooked up false rumours that CK Joseph was terminally ill.

That news spread like wildfire.

You're done for!

Party workers staged street protests.

They were greeted with beatings.

Quite royally!

I, CK Joseph,

affirm that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the Constitution of India

as by law established...

All he knows is to stand beside the elected officials

during his oath ceremony.

No use in boasting that he's a leader.

He should connect with the masses.

He should address them and prove himself.

When the discussions and arguments started heating up,

'Thalapathy Boys' entered the scene.

-He's an absolute goon! -It's all his tricks!

I am coming to see you all.

Tomorrow morning, at 10,

I'm coming to see you to clear up all the rumours about me.

Let's meet tomorrow.

The very place where I, Joseph, started it all.

The place where I first gripped the steering wheel.

I am looking forward to see you all.

Bro...

Who is that officer?

He is commissioner Dev Ji.

Terror!

He's a sensation among today's youth.

Sir.

Ashkar... Exit and entry, all clear?

Yes, sir. The forces are correctly placed.

Yet, it's a bit risky to control this crowd.

But don't worry, sir.

All surveillance is under our control.

So, no risk.

He'll step on it and fall now!

Those are old tales!

What's up? All okay?

Long time no see!

Hey! Shush!

Just kidding!

Stop talking and keep fighting!

-I don't think we can do it. -But their documents aren't of any use.

Hello. Sorry, I'm a bit late.

Did I keep you waiting?

-How are your wife and kids? -Whose?

I'm keeping my bag here.

-Who is he? -I don't know!

It's been a long time since I curled up my moustache!

No need to stand up and respect me!

Sit down! Sit!

Sit, buddy!

After food, let's celebrate like the olden times!

-Okay?! -Yes, yes!

One meals and a fish fry. How much?