Kutti Puli (குட்டிப்புலி)

Today, when a girl of our caste

had gone to sell a broom..

Broom! Broom! Stick broom! Brush broom!

Ma'am, broom! Broom! Stick broom! Brush broom!

Ma'am, broom! Broom! Bush broom!

Stick broom! Broom! Broom! - How much is the broom?

Sir, brush broom is Rs. 2 and stick broom is Rs. 5.

Leave aside the broom. What is your rate?

Hey, how much would you charge for a night?

I'll hit you with broom itself. - What are you saying?

That shameless guy has talked indecently to that girl

and has grabbed her hand.

The guy who grabbed her hand, will grab her sari tomorrow.

The guy's head who grabbed her must lie

in Seelathur bus stand tomorrow.

Everyone should know why he was killed.

But no one should know who killed him.

If it comes out..

Promise! - Promise! - Promise!

Don't worry. It will all be fine.

Who was that? - Catch him.

Catch him. - Catch him. - Who's that?

Go away!

Don't let him escape.

Hey, who are you? I'm asking who it is.

Who is it? I'm asking you.

He has escaped. - Boss is all alone.

Let us go back. - Who are you?

You..

Sir! - Hey, catch him. Don't leave him.

Catch him.

Catch him. - Get him. Drag him. Pull him.

Pull him. Use all your strength.

Pull him.

Buddy! - Pull.

Go and get a rope.

Get a rope. Fast. Go, go!

Buddy, what I said holds good.

If I get caught, I'll lose my respect.

If it happens, it is a shame for me.

It is a shame for you all as well.

I should not lose my life at his hands.

They must get only my body. Chop my head. - Buddy!

Hey, chop my head.

'Kutti Puli'

Listen to me. Why intervene into other's problems?

He disgraced our caste girl. Do you want me to remain quiet?

Is this village more important to you than my son and me?

In this village land and woman are equally important

and this Arjunan will even sacrifice his life for that.

Then what about us?

Arjunan gave his life for our caste.

From today, he is our God. Also

his family need not pay tax hereafter.

That is the way we can show him our respect. Okay?

Your father gave up his life for the village

and forgot about us.

If your photo remains in this house

my son will get spoilt seeing that.

We must not even think of you.

By this we are trying to convey

the commencement of Metu street festival..

Buddy, the festival will start at 10 o'clock.

Ma'am, the festival will start at 10 o'clock. - Okay.

Don't miss it.

Do come by 10:00 a.m.

The festival will start at 10. - Okay.

The festival will start at 10 o'clock. - Okay.. Okay.

Ma'am, be there at 10:00 a.m. - Okay.

Karuppa, stop there.

Ma'am! - You are conveying the message

to useless people and not me!

Ma'am, you didn't pay tax. - What, tax?

The God whom you are worshipping

is sitting in my husband's land.

Did I ask tax or rent for that?

You don't come to attend any programme.

So, villagers wanted you to apologise. - Is it so?

Why should I apologise?

For my husband's sacrifice

this whole village should fall at my feet.

Why, don't you know? - No.. What will I do?

What will you do? If only you had done something

Govindi would have had three to four children.

Start.

Worship.

Come on.. Come on.

The possessed priest will come out in rage.

None of you must stand in the way. Go away.

Move aside!

There is no one on the streets.

Have they all gone hiding knowing that Sokku

will be here in an inebriated state?

Hey, Priest!

Puli!

"Brave men.. Brave men.. Brave men."

"Brave men.. Brave men.. Brave men."

"Daredevils.. Daredevils.. Daredevils!"

"Daredevils.. Daredevils.. Daredevils!"

"He is a boy who roamed around the farming land as breeze."

"He is a boy who grew up in stormy land as a Buddha."

"This whole village will talk about his brave acts."

"But who is there here to control his arrogance?"

"Brave men.. Brave men.. Brave men!"

"Daredevils.. Daredevils.. Daredevils!"

"The priest looks scared now."

"Now his pumpkin like nose is also threatening."

"By twisting his mustache, he blocked the path."

"His bad omen is coming and giving hand."

My name is Puli. Kutti Puli. Your name what?

Answer him. - My name is Kutti Puli.

Your name what? What?

This whole village respects my husband as God.

And your son pushed him into the gutter.

If my daughter comes and lives in your house

how'll it be?

If you again come to talk alliance here

as brother's house. You'll lose your respect.

That's all.

Pechiappa, she is talking in anger.

What do you have to say? - What have I got to say?

If I ask anything you'll say I don't have courage and prestige.

Sister, if there is courage, we'll have to eat only porridge.

Only if we have sense, we can eat rice.

My daughter must eat rice.

Brother and sister relation has nothing got to do with this.

Pour water.

Way to go! - That's like it!

Our hero!

Stop.. Stop.

Give it to him. Go ahead!

Not with the alcohol but with the drum beat.

Come on, beat it.

Louder..

Beat it.

Go on.. Yes, like that!

Beat it!

Beat it!

Beat it!

Play.. Play! Play.

Beat it!

Play.. Play! Play.

Beat it!

Daredevil with cloth on the head. Get lost.

You are a good for nothing.

Stop.. Stop it. Stop it. Stop dancing.

I'm going on telling you. You are continuing to dance.

Only if you and your mom apologise

you can dance in this festival.

Who? My mom? - Yes, your mom.

Hey, Puli, burst the bomb.

Burst the bomb.

Bomb?

Keep quiet. What is this? The procession

is standing in the middle. What are you doing?

Buddy, a tower without pot

and a book without fight won't be good to see or read.

Come on, beat the drum. Play.. Play!

God! - Don't doze off!

If your villagers celebrate festival

can't anyone keep their front door open?

If someone keeps it open, you'll throw stones.

If you can't trap anyone you'll beat up a policeman.

Did he beat a policeman? Then what? Come back.

And you are showing off

that Metu street guy has hit a policeman.

The one who hit must come here now.

Else, not a single man will be able to walk on the street.

A small matter, for this.. - What? What?

Is it a small matter in your street to hit a policeman?

Buddy, you start your trick. - Pour the alcohol.

What are you going to do? Are you going to shoot?

Now, shoot. Now, shoot. Shoot. Shoot.

Now, shoot. Shoot and then watch.

Are you threatening me?

Sir, it is wrong to resort to violence. But everyone's high.

We don't know who hit him. Within two days we'll find out

who it was and hand him over to you. - If you don't do that?

All the temple committee members will be responsible.

You must hand him over. Try to hand him over.

Just because someone hit, why should we go to jail?

Sir, the one who hit will not accept.

How could you say that? - Leader! Move away.

It is confirmed that you'll go to jail.

Why should I go to jail? There is a guy for that.

Are they coming?

They are coming. They are coming.

Now, see the drama. - Will he agree?

Come quietly. If you appreciate him, he will agree.

If anyone asks for help, he won't deny.

He will come at once.

I have seen it in many council meets.

One, two, three, four!

Cut it. - Give. I will cut it.

Sir! See.

Listen up!

What is it, sir? - Nothing.

Someone from our street hit the policeman it seems.

I don't know who that is. - What are you saying? - Yes.

Since he was hit, the police are very angry.