Pallichattambi (പള്ളിച്ചട്ടമ്പി)

Oh, my Lord...

No, Lord! I didn't steal it, Lord!

Yes, my Lord. Thirty years old.

He stole pepper from the warehouse.

No, my Lord! No, my Lord...

-Take him away! -I didn't do it, my Lord!

My Lord... My Lord...

I didn't do it, Lord!

No, please!

I am the new Collector, Clement Manuel.

An urgent message has been sent directly

by the Honourable British Resident,

Sir Joseph William Richard,

to be conveyed to the honourable Pattelar Kunjambu Nambiar.

Sir, please try to understand.

I am telling the truth.

I have spoken to the company.

An ultimatum?

Sir?

May I meet Mr. Nambiar in person?

Please?

So, you want to meet Pattelar Kunjambu Nambiar in person?

Come to Talakaveri for the Kaveri Sankramanam festival.

As one among the thousands, you can catch a glimpse of him.

The forest lands adjacent to the Chandragiri River are now

officially under the company's protected zone.

Since the transfer of the land to the company has long since lapsed,

you are hereby notified that your contract stands cancelled with retrospective effect.

Mr. Richard,

consider this your final and irrefutable warning.

Or... Or else...

My son!

O Goddess!

Mom, look! It's Chachan.

My dear, fold your hands and pray.

Dear goddess...

Father Jerome had come from Neeleshwaram.

-He left late. -Father!

-Has it been long since it started? -It has only just begun, Father.

Hello, my dear!

Look, it's Keluchachan as Bali!

Iype from Chumathra is very unwell…

Seems like it is Malaria.

-Keluchacha! -Yes!

But why did Rama shoot Bali from the shadows?

Well, well!

If they fought face-to-face, Rama could never have defeated Bali.

Why? Is Bali a greater god than Rama?

No, Bali isn't a god.

Just a monkey.

A monkey no bigger than a man.

Shall we head out then, Kelu?

-Let's go, Father… -Come on, hurry up.

-So, shall we leave? -Yeah…

Father, hold my hand!

There you go!

Father, would our Jesus have met the God Bali?

-Tell me! -Jesus, this kid is just too much!

You have such strange questions!

Oh no! My dear! Oh god!

-Oh no! -Mom!

-Keluchacha! -Don't cry, dear. Don't cry.

-Kelu? -Paappi, hurry up!

They are Pattelar's goons. Come quickly!

If they spot us, they will finish us!

I came here scared for my life, abandoning the land I bought in Rajapuram.

And these scoundrels won't let us be in peace even here!

Lord Jesus!

What is this!!

Jesus!

Oh no!

-My lord... -Mom!

O Lord of Israel!

My lord!

What wrong did they do, Jesus!!

Sounds like a baby is crying.

Yes, it's a baby crying.

-Kelu, look! -That's right.

It's a baby crying.

Mom, look.

Dear lord!

O Father in Heaven!

Little one!

THE CHURCH ROWDY

Does the land upon which we live today

truly belong to us?

This land, which has passed through countless hands across countless ages…

Who are its rightful heirs?

Through invasion and dominion,

by trespass and taking possession,

we have claimed ownership of this land…

Will it still remain ours tomorrow?

The battle for land did not begin today or yesterday.

Nor shall it end in the tomorrows yet to come.

On April 5, 1957,

through a general election,

for the first time in the world,

a Communist government assumed power,

right here, in Kerala.

Against the land reforms implemented by that government,

in the struggle for land,

various caste and religious organisations across Kerala

took to the streets to protest

against the Communist government.

The Liberation Struggle.

The government resolved to counter the protest.

This is that file.

But the Communist Chief Minister did not know that...

Tell them to leave!

...a small village in the eastern hills was ready to turn into a tempest

with the deadly power to uproot his government.

Kaaniyaar!

O Almighty Lord!

From the malevolent forces that defy the sacred laws,

guard thy people diligently.

Those who blaspheme against God,

those who burn our sanctuaries,

those who have slaughtered the faithful.

They have now set foot upon our very soil.

Our district bureau reports that the Liberation Struggle,

formed against the policies of the State Government is spreading to more locations.

In Alappuzha--

Under the pretext of the Land Reform Act,

they will seize our lands,

and soon plant red flags upon our altars!

Long live the revolution!

They will shatter our sacred idols!

They will lead our children astray

and into the clutches of Satan!

-Outha... -Yeah?

What the hell is this thuggery?

Is the church gate the place for their revolution?

Kuriachan! This is their handiwork.

Stick it back!

Fast!

I repeat to you the words of Holy Pope Pius XI

a hundred thousand times over.

I utter those words from the graves of the holy churches

that were razed to the ground in Albania and the Soviet Union!

Communism is the enemy of God.

Communism is the enemy of God!

Behold, he comes…

The coming of the Antichrist!

Now we have to fear the communists too!

Son, where's Johnny?

Where's Johnny?

Johnny!

-Johnny? -Johnny?

-Johnny? -Dad!

Johnny!

Johnny?

Oh God! Where did he go?

-Johnny! -Johnny?

Johnnyboy!

Hey!

Chettayi, look! A comet over that mountain.

That's Thariyottumala Hill.

That's the land of demons.

How many times have I told you not even to look there?

Come on, keep moving.

Paappi, there's a fight happening at the market. Come fast!

Outha, get down.

Oh God! Matthayi Chetta...

-What happened, brother? -Dear Lord!

George, please stop!

You'll kill them.

Don't anyone dare say a word!

Who gave the order to put a padlock and lock up George's shop?

Who was it?!

These guys are taking the beating meant for you.

Just stay silent, draw a cross and watch!

Oh no! Father, look at this!

You've got quite some nerve!

Hey! Hey, George!

My son...

When the Communists came asking for this shop,

which is our church property,

I locked it up, to stop them from occupying it.

Here,

you keep the key now.

-Right, Outha? -Yes.

Yeah.

Listen, George...

with Communist demons surrounding us,

we, the parish, must stand united

and face them together.

-Is that so? -"Is that so," you ask?

Even on Kurishumala Hill, where we planned to build our church,

those fellows have gone and planted their red flag.

That cursed red flag!

It's a flag that defies every Christian value we hold dear.

Alright, you may all leave now.

Go on, get moving.

Didn't you hear Father? Everyone, out!

Pathrose, come here.

-Everyone, move along. -George, my son...

Come to the parsonage.

-I need to tell you something important. -Come, everyone follow me.

Don't forget!

Paappi, come on!