What are you doing?
Didn't I tell you?
This cut-out is 18 feet long.
It's not an ordinary one.
(indistinct chattering)
Tighten it here.
Tie it really tight on this side.
Yeah, here, here! Only then it will be perfect.
Get lost!
Hey, you!
You started your duty early morning, huh?
I was looking at the cut-out.
They've been working on it since morning.
-There you go! -Raise it!
What's that?
Looks like a new election candidate.
Okay, raise it!
Keep it straight.
Oh, dear!
Oh.
Why are you shocked?
Because of the cut-out.
Me too.
But do you know her?
Why should I get shocked looking at her?
I was shocked at how large the cut-out is.
Oh, no!
Why didn't we get this work?
It's gonna be "work" for your boss.
Shattering Showman Soman's daydreams
of securing an uncontested victory
in the 5th ward of Perilloor Panchayat,
the precious and remarkable candidate,
discovered by our beloved Peethambaran,
has now graced the regal streets of Perilloor,
escorted by a captivating musical ensemble.
Dear, see...
They are all here to meet the new election candidate.
Hello.
Malavika Purushothaman, the niece of the esteemed Peethambaran...
Fold your hands! Fold your hands!
...studied up to the 8th standard in our Perilloor
and secured a rank in MSc...
How can you get top rank in MSc if you only studied till the 8th grade?
The math doesn't add up, Hamza.
See, he's the headmaster of our school.
Greetings.
MAAMBATTA PRINT SHOP ONLINE SERVICES CENTRE
Dear, he's the one who's competing against you.
Showman Soman.
No need to fold your hands for him. Come on.
Come, come.
Come, get down.
I've defeated him several times.
Okay, stop.
Did you stop campaigning because I'm not contesting?
Peethambaran...
Showman Soman lives in the hearts of the Perilloor people.
I don't need any special campaign.
Meet Malavika Purushothaman, BSc, MSc.
Unlike you,
she is clever, educated and really smart.
She's well aware of Panchayat-, State- and National-level politics.
What's the need?
Isn't it better if you accept your defeat already
and withdraw your nomination?
Of course!
See you.
Yeah, sure. See you.
Oh, uncle's little girl, get going.
Oh, no!
Certain things are like that, Soman.
If you light it, it won't blast!
Did you understand? See you.
Come on! Beat the drums!
Come on!
HAREVAA
-Kuttan, can I get a fruit hook? -Eh?
Can I get a fruit hook?
Do you play the drums with a hook nowadays?
Is the welcome parade over?
No, Kuttan.
That new step of ours where we throw the drum up and catch it.
-I performed it at the market, -And then?
But my drum didn't come down.
But, Kuttan, all the other drums came down.
You're the only one in this group who can actually play the drum well.
If you also start doing these things,
there will be no drums for Harevaa to beat.
-But the drum hasn't gone anywhere. -It will...
if the situation remains the same.
The bank will confiscate the drums that I have bought on loan.
Come on, Kuttan...
I didn't say that to hurt you.
You are talented.
It's just that you are a bit too sincere.
That's why you threw the drum a bit strongly, isn't it?
It's all right. We'll get it back.
On which tree in the market did your drum get stuck?
Not on a tree, on the electricity line.
You made me get this iron fruit hook
to get the drum from the electricity line?
Won't a pair of slippers help?
VOTE FOR MALAVIKA PURUSHOTHAMAN BSc, MSc
"The Princess of Perilloor...
"Malavika...
"Purushothaman."
What's in that flex that's making Sreekuttan stare at it so intensely?
I have designed so many better flexes than that.
He's not looking at the flex but the person on it.
Argh!
-Sreekuttan! -Oh, God!
-Listen. -Yeah.
-Get down. -Dear...
Tell me, Uncle.
Dear, you go home.
I've got a lot of work to do.
Chandu, come here.
Chandu, keep those things inside
-and rush to the press. -Yeah, I will.
-I will be in the committee office. -Okay.
-Start the car. -The bag...
Wait, let me take the things. Be careful, Malu.
Take this up.
-Did you take them all? -Yeah, I am taking it.
I'll take your bags.
Okay, get going!
I couldn't resist it, Aunty.
I was sure that your uncle would trick you.
It wasn't Uncle who tricked me,
but the monkey face who came to see me for marriage, Sreekuttan.
Did you see him in the market?
-I'll come back soon. -Make it quick.
No.
Oh. Then he might have gone for another bride-seeing today.
No, he's in the hospital.
-Eh? -A drum fell on his head.
It's a good thing you didn't marry
the guy prone to having drums fall on his head.
-Do you want tea? -Oh, not now!
Got work to do.
Perilloor is going to witness a deluge
of posters and flexes of Malavika.
Let me go to the press and release that "dam."
-Bye. -He's such a peculiar guy.
Come in, dear.
How's Gopika?
She's fine.
Why did you agree to run for the elections
knowing the nature of the people here?
Why, Aunty?
Nobody in their right sense can be the Panchayat president
or a member of this place.
That's why.
What about Uncle?
Absolutely no sense!
Would he keep doing it for 10-20 years
if he was in his right mind?
I wasn't interested, Aunty.
I agreed only because I couldn't think of disobeying Uncle.
Also, he had a heart attack knowing he couldn't contest, right?
What?
-Did he say so? -Yes.
Those are all big fat lies, dear.
When he got to know that news,
he was already in the hospital after his angioplasty.
Darn, Uncle.
He got that attack...
while he was sitting in the party office
watching a horror movie at night.
Balachandran came from behind and scared him.
Huh?
He was adding some extra effects to the horror movie.
Our village is full of dimwits like him.
If you win,
all your time will be spent running behind them.
I am speaking from my experience.
Somehow, try to lose this election.
That would be better for your future.
♪ Like tangled hair, so throbbing ♪
♪ The pain lingers, so deep within ♪
Hey, take it easy! Be seated!
Let me keep this aside for you.
-How are you, Gomathi? -Hi, Sumathi, you must be resting.
Look at that, Chandu.
My wife, who said she hates to contest,
is out here campaigning.
That's Peethambaran's power play!
Of course!
Look at you all sitting idle even after taking money from the Panchayat.
I'll put an end to this.
Look how they are sitting!
Let my kid win this election.
We will show you all!
Look at that old woman's arrogance.
Aunty, why did you scold them?
That's how we lose these 11 votes.
Let me give you a clear picture of this place and its people.
After that, we have to plan to lose the election. Come.
♪ Tripping and trembling ♪
Hello, dear.
♪ My dreams, they shatter ♪
Hey! No need to greet him.
He does not vote here. Come.
The green flag should fly high.
-Ah! -Who's there?
Malu, that's Kunjippa. Missing Kunjippa.
He's the right-hand man of Soman.
"Missing"?
He went missing about 10-12 years back.
Even after he was found, the "missing" tag is still there.
Why are you hiding it behind the plant? Put it up!
-Greetings. -Greetings, Warrier uncle.
Greetings, greetings.
Long time, no see!
I see you every day.
We are here for the election campaign.
He's the secretary of the Action Council
that was formed to find Missing Kunjippa.
Apputtan Warrier.
One day after coming back from watching
Oru CBI Diary Kurippu, the detective movie,
he read the complete works of Sherlock Holmes.
He went cuckoo after that.
He finds anything and everything suspicious.
His mind goes straight to aliens and Russian spies
even if he hears a coconut falling in his yard.
Oh, my Perilloor Goddess!
Isn't that a spaceship coming here?
-This is Sudhakaran's house. -Six votes in total.
Come here, Malu.
Grab that kid and give her a nice cuddle.
Your hair has gone all grey, Sudhakaran!
I'm getting old, after all.
Is this your grandchild?
Sarojini, don't forget. Our symbol is the fox.
Oh, cutie pie!
Let go of her.
Oh, it's okay, Malu. Let the baby girl pull your hair.
Oh, no! Baby, let go of her!
Aunty, tell her to let go of my hair! Let me go, you brat!
Move away!
You messed up her hair.
Get lost, you monkey face!
That's the child's love language.
So, please vote for the fox.
-The two votes here are ours. -Greetings. Greetings.
-Look who's here. -You know why we are here, right?
-Of course, I know her! -Meet our election candidate.
-Where are you rushing, man? -This is Speedy Nizar.
I heard a woman's voice.
You heard a woman's voice and came rushing here?
Oh, no! Are there men too?
You know why I'm here, right?
-Do vote for our fox! -Of course! That's guaranteed!
-Oh, so you were at home? -Greetings.
Greetings, greetings.
My niece is the candidate.
Cast your first vote for the fox!
ASTROLOGER AMBAREESH ITI DIPLOMA (MECH)
Astrologer Ambareesh.
The eldest "oops" baby of Soman Panicker.
He was in the Gulf.
He's a seasoned crook who conned his Arab boss
by claiming that his brother urgently needed lip surgery,
and by showing a photo of the actor from the movie, Kalyanaraman.
A huge victory with an unprecedented margin in Perilloor!
-Who? -Malavika!
My dear!
(chanting gibberish)
(vigorously chanting gibberish)
Son of a--
Oh, no!
-Where's your husband? -He's in jail.
-He is still in there? -No.
See, the betel nuts are rolling around.
Betel nuts are expensive like gold nowadays.
Oh, president...
Dear, this is the house of the guy known as
the Official Thief of Perilloor.
Thief Sathyaraj.
Oh, no!
Six months in the hands of the villagers,
another six months in the hands of cops.
That's his life.
But, up until now, he hasn't pulled off
a single successful robbery, that poor thing.
All were just robbery attempts.
Sathyan, my dear...
Come on, walk forward!
Oh, no!
Throw him into the jeep!
But that's not the case with his wife, Sheelavathi.
She's like your uncle.
She's a seasoned crook who has the knack.
Pull over, you loser.
Is this really the location?
Where are you rushing to?
Let's ask somebody in that shop.
Whoa! What a cut-out, man!
Who is she?
Where is Psycho Balachandran's house?
Did he cause you any trouble?
-We got the right guy. -Are you here to beat him up?
You may wait there. He'll come there.
Where, at that shop?
No. Not to beat him up.
We have some business with him regarding the festival in our village.
Where is this guy?
Usually, people come here to beat him up.
Where in Thrissur are you from?
How did you figure that out? I'm from Kunnamkulam.
Do you know me?
Isn't it evident from your accent?
-See the power of our Thrissur people. -Of course.
There goes the man you asked for.
-Where? Is that Psycho Balachandran? -Yes.
The one in the back seat.
Will call you if there is some work like this.
-Feel free to call me for any work! -Okay, BaCha.
Balan, quite busy nowadays, huh?
Don't give me that evil eye, man.
Are you Balachandran, popularly known as BaCha?
Are you the one who called me?
-Yes. -What's the matter?
This time, in our village, our rival club is organising the festival.
-We need your help in screwing it up. -What's your budget?
We could only collect Rs. 5,000.
You know we can't accept sponsorship to blow up things, right?
For Rs. 5,000, I can only do a small-scale screw-up.
Don't complain later!
Never mind. We'll give you Rs. 10,000. Make it grand.
Get into the car.
Sit in the front seat, bro. Then you'll reach earlier.
Sabu, start the car, man.
What are you even doing?
-Shall we go? -Okay, see you later.
Not necessary!
Malu, that's Psycho Balachandran.
Fed up with his "psycho" antics,
Pooja Rajan, Balan's ex-girlfriend,
ditched him and fled for her life.
That's when Balachandran started Pooja Stores.
But there's also another rumour that
he turned psycho after she dumped him.
Anyway, Balachandran leads a thug life.
Tricking villagers with his made-up stories
and causing chaos among the villagers
are his main activities.
This is our man.
What?
This is the guy we need now, Aunty.
She's everywhere, man!
What happened to your head?
Hello, Sneha.
What happened?
He "headed" a drum.
-Oh, with his head? -No, the head is safe.
Tell me, Varsha.
Thank God!
Did you print that hospital's flex?
Yes, I did.
Who gave you permission to do that?
Haven't I told you not to print anything
without me proofreading it?
Oh, really?
So, I should not use some of my creativity?
The result of your damn creativity...
is that entire bundle.
No one has collected it thanks to the spelling mistakes.
Where's that flex?
Bring it.
Sreekuttan... Here you go.
"Sur...
"...gery."
Uff! Thank God!
At least you printed this one without error.
ARSE REPLACEMENT SURGERY
Isn't it okay?
My dear Jaffar...
have you ever heard of arse replacement surgery
anywhere in the world?
Nobody is replacing arses, you loser!
Can't you be a little careful and not make spelling mistakes?
If not, check with someone before you print!
I will try.
You have to print all these in the same design.
Don't add any of your creativity to it.
No.
-Should I give this somewhere else? -No, I will do it.
10 flexes and 500 posters.
Right away.
That's a lot of orders.
Only orders, but no money.
What?
This printing is on me.
Why?
Malavika shouldn't win.
Eh?
If she gets defeated in this election,
she will leave this place.
I can't face her.
Where are you both off to?
-We came to see you. -What happened?
I've heard a lot about you.
Really?
I need your help in this election.
Only you can do it.
I haven't tried my hands in politics so far.
You must, Balachandran!
You'll excel in that field.
I want to somehow lose this election.
We have a plan for that.
You just have to help us implement it.
You need to mess up Showman Soman's election convention.
If possible, Soman must also get injured.
All the villagers should understand that it was all done by you.
When everyone catches you, you should say that
you did this on the command of Malavika and Peethambaran.
With that, the people will hate her and Peethambaran.
Showman Soman will win the election on that sympathy wave.
Awesome.
Tell us your fees. We will send it to you.
I don't need any money.
Then?
It was my greatest wish to handle such a big event
in my own village in front of my people.
All I need is that kick.
Shall we leave then?
We need to meet many people and campaign to not vote for her.
Carry on.
Leave it to me.
Okay, then.
Come, my dear.
Okay.
It is my long tenure of corruption-free,
development-oriented rule that gave me the courage
to stand in front of you and seek votes for my niece, Malavika.
I have even heard the people in the opposition say that
my rule continues ceaselessly here because...
He is talking about us.
...the opposition is good-for-nothing.
But that's not the case.
As many people in Perilloor say,
Peethambaran lives
in the hearts of the Perilloor people.
But...
isn't that your punch dialogue, Soman?
My dear friends,
this time, when we come to power,
the first thing we will do is
build a bus-waiting shed in this market.
But we don't have a bus service here.
Thank God he didn't say an airport.
Come on, clap!
Soman, shall I release this rope?
Do whatever you want.
Shall I?
I said do whatever!
Two check-dams to face drought.
A bridge connecting Perilloor with the town of Pathalakuzhi.
So Perilloor is going to witness a tsunami of development!
I declare, loudly and unquestionably...
Oh, no! The buffalo is loose!
Run, everyone!
Somebody go and catch that buffalo!
Oh, no! The buffalo is running amok! Escape, everyone!
Move away.
Run! Run!
Oh, no! Aunty!
Oh, no!
What on earth just happened?
Peethambaran!
Oh, God.
My dear...
What happened?
-What happened to my child? -Slowly, Uncle!
-Get up, Aunty. -Oh, no! Bring the car!
Uncle.
Hey, you!
What the hell did you do? Isn't that your buffalo?
His buffalo?
I released the buffalo because Soman told me to.
-What? Soman? -Eh! Me?
That's true.
-I saw it. -I saw only the rope, not the buffalo!
You saw that teeny-tiny rope,
not the buffalo 10 times bigger than that!
You liar! Son of a bitch!
Uthamman! No!
I didn't do anything. Don't hit me!
Let go of my neck!
You scoundrel!
Didn't you all see the true colours of Soman?
When he was sure that he would lose,
he unleashed the buffalo and attacked us!
I swear I didn't do anything!
Soman will never do it!
"Soman will never do it," huh?
See, my child's arm got hurt!
-Not this one? The other? -Here.
See... see!
Did you see what you've done?
The people will answer you through the voting machine for this!
Oh, God! Did my child's hand get fractured?
You wronged my child! Do you know?
Break his damn neck!
You will rot in hell!
Disgusting fellow!
You devil!
I asked you to ruin Soman's event, didn't I?
If I do things as per your command,
there is no point in calling me Psycho Balachandran, right?