KD – The Devil (ಕೆಡಿ - ದಿ ಡೆವಿಲ್)

Greetings Lord Venkatesha

Greetings Lord Tirumalesha

I greet you and bow to you

- Did I pay you? - Sure.

- Open your mouth. - Appa (Father)!

- Not that. - Which one is it?

- This one. - Oh. Is it?

- How much is that? - Ten rupees.

We're done, right?

- Shall we go? - Yes, Sir.

- Is it good? - Yes.

Good then.

Except for Mr. Soorappa's family, evacuate everyone else.

- Head out. - Keep walking.

- What's happening? - Wait. Let me handle this.

Amarnath, what the heck is all of this?

I surrender to you, Lord.

Your batch mates Chalapthi, Ravindra, Ramesha and Bheemanna have all been murdered.

It is very serious.

The Chief Minister has ordered to provide you security cover.

Your family isnt going anywhere.

Send everyone out!

Right now! Out!

Move it, I say!

Soorappa, what is happening?

Soorappa?

Does that mean...?

He's already entered the city?

Isn't this the reason this is happening?

Isn't this why we live in fear?

How many more heads must roll because of this?

What?! Heads?!

They were exchanging vows, and you've got them exchanging death wishes?!

He seems to be shitting his pants.

Why do we need to get involved?

A machete, barely weighing a few grams,

AY!

Don't brush this off as junk and mock it, my brother.

When the entire department was hanging its head in shame

This is the historical machete that helped us stand tall with our heads raised.

So much for history!

As if this was in Kittur Rani Chennamma's brave hands

or hung on Sangolli Rayanna's sheath?

- To hell with his history - AYE!

History isn't only about stories from the past, moron!

Eye witness accounts too stand as history.

Shedding rivers of blood in every single gully too, accounts for history.

The heat from the blood he shed with this machete

Had managed to get the entire underworld of Bengaluru, sweating in terror.

In the heart of a man who never wished evil upon others,

a battle cry rose.

There once was a man who taught the underworld

its own craft and showed them his dominion.

This is the tale of a man who twirled his mustache,

standing tall over the mountain of corpses he had created!

Most stories end with a burial in the soil.

But the story of Kalidasa was born from it.

What began as a form of exercise to prepare the body for combat

Evolved into fierce wrestling competitions.

An art once meant to uphold the state's honor

Was twisted into a tool for his pride and selfish ambition.

The very house that once forged warriors for war,

became a breeding ground for underworld gangsters.

And he set out to etch his name into that dark legacy.

Oil mafia, extortion, threats, betting on races.

Be it anything.

If a name other than his was making rounds

He would ensure they ran out of breath.

His name was

Deva.

If he tightened his grip on his waist and called out for a duel

There wasn't a wrestler alive who didn't end up kissing the dust.

BRAVO!

The moment his grip tightened on an opponent,

every wrestler around bowed their heads,

bent their knees and gave him a name worthy of legend.

Daak Deva.

In this decade-long tournament, this year's contenders include the

fierce lads from Mavalli, Srirampura, Kalasipalya, and Gopalpura

All ready to give their best game.

Dude, what's wrong with them?

If we strike, we better do it with cyanide-laced machetes.

The stitches should make him rot from the inside out, until death takes him.

The source has been verified.

He needs to be chopped so thoroughly that the

post-mortem team should have nothing left to do.

I don't care about the who, why, or where

But they shouldn't find an ounce of his meat to conduct his funeral.

- Tell me this, Sir. - Yeah?

Sure, it's important to plan and catch a runaway criminal.

But this dimwit's standing right in front of us!

Do we really need to go this far to get him?

This is a damn embarrassment to our department!

How long has it been since your transfer from Hubli to Bengaluru?

The day before. I've already reported to my senior.

No surprise you're talking rubbish.

What's rubbish about it?

He's nothing but a low-tier thug!

Is such complex planning necessary to grab him?

Grab the rowdy, shave his head, and parade him on a donkey across the city.

- Yeah. I mean it. - Sure. That's been done already.

For the sole reason that SI Kantaiah lodged a complaint against Deva

They shaved his head, and put a garland of slippers on him.

The entire department was humiliated.

Before the humiliation could fade, the department had hit a rut.

After the incident, we did arrest Deva.

In ten minutes, Deva ripped the FIR apart and threw it in the writer's face.

Nobody knew a thing about his whereabouts and businesses.

But if he chose to come back on his own

Was there no one to object this injustice?

- Only one man ever stood against him. - Who was it, Sir?

The opposition party leader.

But Deva showed him the way.

The way away from life to death.

Light it on fire!

Our CM is a great man.

If the man had shut him down, wouldn't he stay away from this?

Who blames the blade smith for the mistake of a machete?

The man who sharpened the machete, was that very Chief Minister.

I asked you to strike fear into the opposition, and you set them on fire, Deva?

Gosh! The guardian has turned into the executioner!

That too, with the chaos-personifying monster as a shield.

If we let him be, he'll destroy everything.

Men like him shouldn't just be imprisoned.

One should storm through their doors and thrash them black and blue.

SIR!

Mr. Soorappa.

He's a trickster who can be seen but never caught.

How are you so sure that he'll fall into your trap?

If Kavi has confirmed his presence, he is definitely coming.

Man, what a beautiful death heust met, right?!

Sir, it's nearly impossible to enter the arena without getting noticed by Kavi.

Happy Birthday, Sir.

Stay alert!

Nothing should get in or out without our notice.

- Go! - Got it, Boss!

I very well know that.

I know he can grab a rat from its burrow and trap a tiger without a net

For having trusted you, your wife's turning a widow at such a young age.

What a beautiful death man!

Only when the minute hand makes its move and signals the hour

will the mighty hour hand strike.

DEVANNA!

Go ahead!

Is it even possible to make it past Kavi's impenetrable security and reach Deva?

Beyond that

I have another plan, Sir.

Today's nail biting combat will be between the Cottonpete and Srirampura lads.

The warrior who will fight out the lads of Srirampura is none other than,

Daak Devanna!

Take this, Kavi!

The Boss is coming to raid you.

Raiding in with soil in his hands in the first round is Devanna.

Kabbaddi! Kabbaddi! Kabbaddi!

He will win the raid. It's decided!

Kabaddi Kabaddi! Kabbaddi! Kabbaddi!

- Devanna did it! - KABADDI!

- Yayy! - That's the way my boy!

- AYE! - DON'T!

This is a game.

Let us play.

Come to me, my darling.

And now, Sriramapura's Sagaayi.

Let him come! Grab him!

Let him enter our damn lines.

Let him play! We'll see!

Get hold of him!

You did it, Devanna!

HURRAH!

- Where's the photographer? - Boss!

Click this damn picture!