Rao Bahadur (రావు బహదూర్)

The truth is dead.

The truth is dead.

The truth has died

and turned this house into a graveyard.

The truth is dead.

Good Morning, Ap…

Appa.

Appa?

Appa?

Appa?

Appa?

Lavana sir!

Hello?

Doctor is on his morning rounds.

He can't talk right now.

Open your mouth once, please.

Ma'am?

-How are you feeling now? -Better, sir.

Good! You are doing very well.

You have nothing to worry about.

Just wait and watch.

You'll be up and home in 2 days.

She totally bought that lie, doctor.

She thinks she'll live to 100 now.

A lie is like a sweet melody.

It's music to the ears.

A sweet lie is better than a troubling truth, junior.

A doctor's job is to offer relief.

Not to cause more pain.

She has only four days left to live.

Call her son in an hour and ask him to take her home.

Let us see this ward.

Doctor!

Doctor, there's a phone call for you.

Not when I'm with the patients.

Don't you know?

Tell them I'll call back later.

I did tell them, sir. But they're saying it's urgent.

Who's in such a hurry?

It's Mr. Lavanappa Raju, sir.

Lavana?

You start examining this ward. I'll join you.

Junior!

Don't tell them the truth. It'll scare them.

-Hello? -Uncle?

-It's Lavana. -Tell me, Lavana?

You need to come to our house urgently.

Dad wants to discuss something personal with you.

This early in the morning?

Is your father fine, Lavana?

He fell unconscious again this morning.

It's a miracle he's still alive, sir.

Please don't say that, doctor.

The truth is often harsh, doctor.

I told you a year ago that he wouldn't live beyond four months.

When he's questioning 35 years of my experience,

what can I do but stay silent?

I haven't seen anyone live this long…

with end-stage liver cancer.

And that too, while still drinking.

I'm insisting on a hospital visit just to see this super-human.

There's nothing really that I can do.

Why don't you do one thing?

Tell me, doctor.

Try sending him to a rehab in America to quit alcohol.

I don't know. He is already a man of miracles.

That will lead to more complications.

You see, Dr. Achari.

He's an alcoholic with an undiagnosed psychological disorder.

He suffers from phobias, delusions, and hallucinations.

He uses alcohol to numb these symptoms.

If you try to make him quit now,

won't the withdrawal worsen his symptoms?

What do you suggest then?

First, we need to diagnose his mental disorder.

Second, is his disorder genetic…

or was it caused by trauma?

This is what we need to figure out.

Then he needs to be on medication and go through therapy.

In order to do any of this,

you need to first bring him to me, doctor.

BHUVANA'S ESTATE

So, Achchamma? How are you?

Just getting by, sir.

What do you mean "getting by"?

Aren't you keeping well?

Sir's condition has gotten me worried, sir.

Of course, I'm not fine.

Greetings, sir.

Who's that? I've never seen her here before.

She's my daughter-in-law, sir.

All the servants quit, one by one.

So, I brought her in for help.

Coming back to the point, what happened to your Appa?

You know how it is, sir.

It's the same story every night.

The memories of his younger son are eating him up inside.

That's not all.

He keeps screaming "Kusuma! Kusuma!"

loudly in his sleep.

Has she been out lately?

Go on.

I guess he missed his son more than usual today.

He cried and cried until he fell unconscious.

Do you know all this for sure, or do you just think you do?

Oh, please, sir. You never believe me.

Why would I make something like that up?

Only you would know that!

-Is he in the room? -Yeah, he is. Go!

Where else would he be?

"Is he in the room?" he asks.

He's been this way since childhood. He has never trusted me.

Injustice has prevailed.

The 'Kauravas' have been betrayed.

How can the 'Pandavas' take the throne?

They can't.

They shouldn't.

The heirs of a 'nobody' have ruled the kingdom.

He wasn't fortunate enough to have children.

He would die if he tried.

No! No! No! No! No!

A mistake has been made.

A mistake has been made.

You, lady!

Were the Pandavas born to him?

Or you tell me, lady!

Were they his biological sons?

Why don't you answer me?

Were Pandavas really born to him?!

Why won't you believe when I say so?

The Pandavas were not born to him.

-They weren't born to him. -Hey, Ramudu!

-They weren't born to him. -Hey, Ramudu!

-They weren't! They weren't! -Ramudu! Don't hit yourself!

Ramudu!

Were the Pandavas born to him?

No, they weren't.

Then why won't they answer me?

Who?

They're not here anymore.

They left because they don't have an answer for me.

Who is it this time?

It was them. Kunti and Madri.

-And… -Kunti?

How did you even enter…

when the walls are rotating?

It's not the walls that are rotating.

I came in with them.

I didn't notice you.

It's fine.

You seemed busy with them.

With whom?

With Kunti and Madri.

Is it?

Were they here? Are they here?

Where are they?

-Where are they? -They feared you and ran away.

Tell me if they come again.

I need to ask some questions.

Alright.

I'll tell you. Sit down calmly first.

Sit.

What's with these creepers and pumpkins?

Didn't I ask you to get these removed?

Don't touch them!

Let them be.

I hoped my second son would look like a pumpkin too.

Let them grow, at least.

Why did you ask for me?

Me?

I didn't ask you to come.

You didn't?

But Lavana said you wanted to talk to me personally.

That guy? He always does this.

He blames me for things I don't do.

-He hates me for some reason. -Yeah, fine.

I came here to talk to you.

Then, why are you silent? Spill it!

I want you to come and see the doctor with me.

You are my doctor, right?

Why go to someone else?

-I'm just a general doctor. You… -Yes, I know, I know.

You'll take me to a cancer doctor or a mental doctor, right?

Not a mental doctor. A psychiatrist.

Yeah! Psychiatrist! Psychiatrist! Psychiatrist!

Some big psychiatrist!

I won't come. I won't come. He doesn't know anything.

Am I crazy to go there?

I look sane, right?

I'm not coming. No way!

Fine. Don't come!

Don't come.

Consult the cancer doctor at least?

No, I won't come. I won't come.

He doesn't know anything. It's a waste of money.

A year ago, he told me I'd die in four months.

I didn't die, did I?

I won't come! I won't come! I won't come!

He doesn't know anything. He doesn't.

-He doesn't know anything. -Yes, he doesn't know anything.