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Narrator: India.

A land which propounded the message of world peace.

(Dramatic music)

But, the Sakas, Huns, Pathans, Mughals.

This land has been attacked over & over.

But falling in love with Her rich, sheltering nature,

they ended up embracing this land as their own.

Then, disguised as traders, came the British.

They started looting the assets of this land.

(Whip cracking)

And with that began, the history of India's armed freedom struggle.

Nawab Siraj ud-Daulah revolted against the oppressive British.

But betrayed by his own countrymen, he was defeated.

Exhausted by around 100 years of oppressive British rule,

the Indians rose again.

The burning rage of soldier Mangal Pandey's revolt

spread across the entire land of India, like forest fire!

The massive revolt was joined by Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi,

Nana Saheb, Tantia Tope & many more brave children of the Motherland.

But lacking a plan, the revolt ended in a failure.

The Chapekar brothers took up arms in Maharashtra.

As martyrs, they died on the gallows.

(Hinge squeaking)

Standing in their own Motherland, Indians were now forced to accept it.

The British were their masters.

During such a dark era,

what the directionless India needed

was a braveheart.

(Grand music)

(British soldiers chatting casually)

Indu, I think Khoka's fever is gone.

-Hey!

What the hell!

Hey, stop!

(Alarming, grand music surging)

Awaken...

Bagha!

Bagha!

The sky bows down in respect

to that braveheart

He, whose mind is without fear

He, whose head is held high

The battlefield too bows to him

It fears his very name

He is the most ferocious tiger One growl

and even the mountains crack up

Who are you!

Awaken, Bagha!

Awaken, Bagha!

Bagha...

Narrator: The head of Finance Dept. , Mr Wheeler was very fond of Jatin.

When the wounded soldiers complained against Jatin, he said,

an unarmed Bengali

beat up 4 armed British soldiers so badly, they were hospitalized.

If the news got out, it would bring shame to the British race.

-How will it reflect on British dignity,

if it's announced in public?

(Inspiring, grand music)

-Welcome, sir! Come.

-But why all this? -It's our respect, sir.

Not for a senior officer, but for an Indian

who took revenge on behalf of the ever insulted Indians.

-You recognize me, sir?

-Hey... Aren't you Nibaran uncle's son?

-Yes, sir. -Great.

-Mr Mallik? -Sir?

-Which way is my room? -Come, I'll show you.

-Yes, come inside, sir. -Bring him water.

-You know him? -Of course.

His uncle is from our village.

Did he really kill a tiger, barehanded?

It's unbelievable. -Yes.

I believe it because I saw it.

I can never forget that day.

We heard that a tiger had dragged a cow out of the village.

The villagers decided to catch the beast that very day!

Jatin da also set out with the villagers. (Gunshot)

(Tiger roaring)

I have heard that it cost him 600 stitches on his body.

600! What!

(Phone ringing)

-Hello. -Good morning, Mr Mukherjee.

-Good morning, sir. -They came from Fort William to

complain against you. But I didn't take it into account. Now the--

-Narrator: Mr Wheeler told Jatin,

the soldiers he beat up are going to court.

But it is nothing to worry about.

Then, he asked jokingly:

-How many can you beat up with your bare hands?

If they are honest, then, no one, sir.

And if they are dishonest?

Countless. (Knocking)

-Sir?

-Have a good day, sir. -Have a good day.

-Please come in.

-Sir, the road development files of last 3 years.

-The headquarters send you the money timely,

but while coming here, the state of the roads I saw...

speaks otherwise. -Sir, uh...

the British officers head the road development dept.

We can't have a say on how they spend the money.

Well, then start having a say.

Send me a monthly report. -Okay, sir.

-It's the govt. money, be it a British or an Indian,

no one will be spared.

Hmm?

-Right, sir. -Hmm.

-I don't have a problem with your protest.

My problem is with your way of protest--

-Narrator: Jatindranath went to meet the famous British historian,

Sir Kennedy.

His pen used to make a lot of noise at the royal court of England.

-If you want an armed revolution, being born in this land...

-Thank you. -you have to plan well.

-I'm on it, Sir. -Know this clearly, Jatin,

if you pick up weapons in an unorganized revolution

it will result in self-bleeding.

-I will keep that thing in mind, sir. -No, Jatin!

I'm not speaking to you.

Where is Indubala?

We're going to Muzaffarpur tonight, don't know when I'll see her again.

As soon as I came to know Sir is here,

I just rushed.

We could not have met if I had to bring Indubala along.

-Alright, but don't forget to bring her to the marriage ceremony.

-Wedding?

Congratulations!

I will surely come! I'll get Indu also!

Well, what do you want as a wedding gift?

-Nothing. I just want you and Indubala to attend.

We will... surely come. -You have to!

(Cheerful music)

Nitai, careful. There's a costly glass piece inside.

-Okay. -Careful.

-The fruit basket? -It's inside.

-Haven't you brought it? -Uh...

-You people can never do anything on time.

You can't be trusted!

(Pocket watch ticking)

-Is Khoka still sleeping? -Hmm.

-Hmm?

You have a lot of complains against me, isn't it?

I do hold some grudges maybe, but no complains.

I've never kept anything from you, Indu.

I know, which is why sometimes I can't get over my grudges.

(Soft music)

Probably, I'll never become like didi.

You be you, Indu.

Hmm!

(Soft music)

Come back soon.

I will.

-Jati... -Yes, didi (elder sister).

-I made sure they put the boxes in the car properly.

Even the jerky roads won't mess them up.

Okay, didi.

Jati...

Why do I feel a bit scared this time?

I hear, the Nepal border-- -Didi.

I have your blessing with me.

Why be scared?

-Bless you, dear.

-See you.

See you. -Hmm.

-Come.

-Bathe Khoka & feed him now. -Okay.

-Bless him, Mother Durga... -Bless him, Mother...

(Tense music)

-What's this in your pocket? -Raise your hand. What's this?

-Wait. -Check the boot.

-Hey, check that car.

Sir, you can go now.

Check the next car.

-Open the boot. -Yes.

-Okay. -Quick! Show us. What's this?

-Nothing, sir.

(Dramatic music)

Awaken, Bagha!

Awaken, Bagha!

Bye, brother.

(Birds chirping)

(Cock clucking)

(Car approaching)

-How are you, Barin? -Good, but I was worried all night.

What if you got caught?

Jatin Mukherjee either fights or dies.

But he doesn't get caught.

Where are the goods?

There's sulphur powder in those boxes.

The gun cotton is under the seat. And... be careful on that side.

Acid bottles.

You shall see the result, tonight.

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

Careful.

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

The flame of quest for freedom burns high

We are ready to die, we are ready to be martyrs

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

-Salute, Motherland! -Salute Motherland!

(Cars honking, horses trotting, street chatter)

-Congratulations, you won the case. -I couldn't have, without you.

Thank you.

-You're an asset to this department. -Narrator: Wheeler told Jatin,

the case the soldiers filed against him, didn't hold ground at court.

Rather, due to the attention the case got,

Jatindranath was now a national hero in Bengali households.

But Jatindranath didn't want to be a hero.

He wanted something else.

(Mysterious music) (Door closing)

-As I was saying,

we have built bombs at our Deoghar factory.

We've made our own weapons.

Our army is ready. So is our weaponry.

We can declare the war now. Right, Jatin?

Killing a few Britishers won't help.

We need to fight the British army, for which we need

disciplined organization. -Jatin, our organization is ready.

Just hand them the arms. -No, Barin.

First, we must explain to them why they're picking up arms.

They must know the history of this land, & craftsmanship.

They have to be trained like proper, disciplined soldiers.

For this nations's freedom,

we need heroes like the Chapekar brothers.

Their self-sacrifice must set an example for others.

And with that passionate ideology,

small secret societies will form, just like in Ireland.

Slowly, we'll have to bring these secret societies together.

Only then will a nation-wide uprising be born!

-Hey, revolution doesn't come from theory, Jatin!

-Theory is important, Barin.

Or else an uneducated race can never gain independence.

I agree with Jatin.

What do you all say? -I agree too.

-Hmm. -So do I.

Great, but who will give military training

to our 'Anushilan Samiti' members?

Jatin, do you mind taking that onus?

Dada (elder brother)...

I'll try my best, Aurobindo da. -Hmm.

(Inspiring music rising)

Come.

-Welcome.

Charu!

-Come, let's help!

Come on, pick him up!

Get up. Careful.

-Are you hurt? -Just a bit.

-Where's Dr Upen's house? -Nearby.

Let's go.

Come.

(Car engine turned on)

-The bag. -Here.

-Let's go.

What is it, didi?

(Tense music)

Didi?

Come on, tell me?

Didi...

Why are you quiet? Say something?

Khoka has been unwell since evening.

I sent for you at the office, you were untraceable.

Finally, I called the doctor. -I was at the training.

You see, Bipin babu's son has been arrested.

I had to get-- -Your own son is sick at home!

The doctor said Khoka needs a change.

I have heard the climate in the west is fresh.

Doctor advised us to go there.

You are busy.

You won't be available.

(Soft music)

Forgive me, didi.

I'm making all arrangements at Deoghar.

You all can leave by tomorrow or day after.

You'll face no difficulty there.

Go to your son, Jati. He's been crying for his father.

I can't put him to sleep. Please go.

-Tell me that story about the tiger!

-Again?

-Tell me! I too want to kill a tiger when I grow up!

-No, son, killing animals is a great sin.

-But you killed one!

-What I did was wrong.

A jungle is a tiger's home. It's I who was trespassing.

So, it attacked. -Tell me from the beginning.

Okay, son.

Come on, lie down.

I was visiting my uncle's place during holidays.

I heard that a tiger had got into the locality!

It was constantly attacking the cattle!

(Drums, utensils beating)

My uncle was a hunter.

He decided to kill the tiger.

And so he set out.

With a loaded rifle he set out on tiger hunt! (Tiger roaring)

And I accompanied my uncle!

(Mysterious music)

-The tiger's around.

-By beating plates, drums, etc. around it

the villagers slowly surrounded the jungle.

Because, in order to kill a tiger, you've to surrounded it completely.

You must make it feel scared of getting caught.

So that it cannot fight back.

But...

scaring a tiger (Tiger growling)

is not that easy.

(Tiger growling)

(Gunshot)

-Oh my God! -Run! The tiger's coming!

Run, guys! -Yes, run! Quick!

Run! Run!

(Dramatic music)

Has he slept?

-Hmm.

-Khoka, come with me. -No, I won't come with you.

-Don't say so, come. -I want to be with dad.

-I'll send him, sit in the car.

Khoka?

Please go, we'll go for an outing when I come. Okay?

Go with your aunt now. -Come, Khoka.

Come to me.

Please manage for now, I'll finish work and come.

Focus on your work. I'm there to take care of this.

-Drive carefully. -Sure, dada.

-This Bengal partition is a slap on the faces of all natives.

Each & every Indian must partake in protesting against the British.

The British power wants to divide Bengalis in the name of religion.

We won't let them divide our dear Bengal!

-Salute, Motherland!

Narrator: 1905.

Lord Curzon announced the Bengal Partition.

The hearts of Indians, who had been suffering the British rule,

burned hard, its flames spread like wildfire.

-It's a memorable day in announcement of Bengal.

Children of Bengal, awaken

Times our tough, awaken

Children of Bengal, awaken Times our tough, awaken

You are the sun of hope for this protest, so awaken

All you brave bloods, awaken All who seek independence, awaken

Struggle but be not crumbled, awaken Hey!

This is my nation My Motherland

Let it be known This land is mine!

This is my nation My Motherland

Let it be known This land is mine!

This is my nation My Motherland

Let it be known This land is mine!

How can Jatin be so influential in Midnapore?

Our most powerful branch. -He worked really hard over there.

The people love him. -What about me?

I did nothing for the organization? My work is worth nothing?

(Knocking)

-Come, we were talking about you. -Hello.

-Sit. -Hello, Barin.

-Hmm.

How are things?

Dada,

our treasury has sufficient fund now.

I think we can shift the bomb factory from Deoghar to Calcutta.

-Jatin, I asked about you, not the organization.

I don't think the organization is a separate entity.

I know. You're dong a lot for your nation,

but you must give time to your family too.

How is Atin now?

Didi wrote to me last week.

Khoka's ailment is lingering.

He gets fever at night.

-Meanwhile, our organization has strengthened a lot, thanks to you.

Look after your family now, we're there to handle this.

Do something, go to Deoghar for some days.

You're right.

Been a long time...

since I saw Khoka.

(Train whistling)

(Train chugging)

(Ominous music)

-Please tell me, I too want to kill a tiger when I grow up!

(Melancholic music rising)

-When will you return to Calcutta?

-I won't return to Calcutta, sir.

I've sent a telegram to Mr Wheeler, explaining everything.

I want to stay alone for some time.

What are you planning to do?

Nothing.

I'll stay in Haridwar for some days.

And then let's see

where life takes me.

-Jatin Mukherjee is finished!

Revolutionaries can't have baggage.

Midnapore Zilla Magistrate Kingsford

publicly beat up a 15 year old for yelling 'Salute, Motherland'!

Didn't spare our women either.

Only punishment for torturing our women and children:

Death!

-You wanted to kill Kingsford before as well.

But Jatin disagreed both the times.

Because killing a few Britishers is of no use.

And attacking the Zilla Magistrate can put our organization in danger.

-Right. -Not a mere attack!

We have to kill Kingsford!

And danger?

Revolutionaries don't fear danger. He who feared it, has fled.

Okay.

But is 'Jugantar' prepared for an armed attack on the British?

Revolution requires planning.

-Ullas!

I will make the plan!

In this group, my words are as good as Aurobindo Ghosh's order.

Anyone disagrees?

Find a suitable person to carry out this job.

(School bell tolling loudly)

-The teacher's here! -Be seated, everyone.

Hey, what are you doing on the tree?

Get down, I say!

You monkey, come down!

Come on!

You're in the 8th standard, right? Hem babu's class is going on. Come!

-H2SO4, hydrogen & oxygen are the gases it has.

And Sulphur? It's the metal.

The hydrogen, oxygen & sulphur,

they together make-- -Come!

Sir! I caught him red handed!

Sitting on a tree in the garden. He bunks school every day.

-Hmm. Come here. -Go?

Come?

What were you doing on the tree? -I was breaking a branch, sir.

To make a catapult. -To make a catapult?

What about studies? You monkey!

How will studying help?

A good catapult can take down a few Britishers.

Why do you want to take down Britishers?

Because they put us down!

What's your name?

Khudiram Bose.

-Are you all nuts? He's a kid!

How much does he know about our objective?

Well, nothing. That's what will help.

-But-- -Ullas!

Your job is to plan which bomb to use.

Don't interfere in our job.

-Don't worry about the bomb, Barin.

-Kingsford won't return alive!

This is the plan I drew up. Have a look at it.

Kingsford will be killed on the evening of 30th April.

When he's returning from the club.

Khudiram will throw the bomb.

Dinesh, from our group, will be there with him.

His real name: Prafulla Chaki.

The fire burns wild, fueled by quest for independence

We are prepared to die for it Today, we shall become martyrs

The fire burns wild, fueled by quest for independence

-You see the 2 horses, brown & white ones?

That's Kingsford's carriage. When it reaches that tree,

you throw the bomb!

Is that alright? -Okay, sir.

-Take it!

I wish you success.

Salute, Motherland!

-Salute, Motherland! -Salute, Motherland!

(Soft music playing in the club)

Oh...

Prince of mine... Take me home

Oh, Prince of mine... Take me home

I don't like this place anymore I feel alone

Narrator: In the club, Miss Kennedy seemed worried.

Her father didn't turn up for the party,

perhaps he also forgot to send the carriage to take her.

Kingsford asked her not to worry.

His car shall drop Mrs & Miss Kennedy home.

Oh, Prince of mine... Take me home

Hey! He's left! Come on!

Khudi, be ready, it's coming!

(Mysterious music)

-(Whispering) Khudi, throw it!

Khudi, throw it! It's leaving!

Oh, Prince of mine, take me home...

(Melancholic music)

Narrator: The Lord was furious! He ordered the Police Super,

to find out how the 2 boys got hold of a damn bomb!

The Super suggested, they hand the investigation to someone

who can think from the mindset of the Indian revolutionaries.

He, who fears nor to kill, neither to die.

Charles Augustus Tegart.

(Ominous music)

-As I've heard, young man...

See, we all remember,

"Just like humans discard worn out clothes,

they discard their worn out bodies too. "

But the soul never dies, my boy.

You have to die. -I won't say a word! No!

-But how you die is up to you.

If you want to hang like a hero,

I will help you.

And if you want to die like a coward,

I shall make sure you suffer the same fate as your partner!

Your body will be chopped into pieces & fed to the vultures!

Think about what kind of death you want.

Recognize him?

-Hey! What are you doing! -Hey, leave me!

Come on!

So, tell me,

who's been supplying raw material for the bomb factory

in Deoghar?

What we really need to know is: The identity of your

silent partner!

Barin Ghosh is the leader of this group.

It was done by me alone!

I have no par--

-Didi.

The police came to your place?

-No.

Is someone watching your house?

-No!

I would've known if the police were watching us. Go.

Hasn't Jatin come yet? -No, but he'll be here anytime.

Come, sit.

-Come.

Didi, I hear they are torturing Ullas da & Barin da a lot in jail.

It's not possible to get information out of my brothers through torture.

Right?

Have some sweets. -Hmm.

Hey, keep some for dada (elder brother).

-There's enough. Eat.

Take another one.

-Didi, the lawyer Ashu got Naren Gosain to be a state witness.

If they produce him in the court... then...

Then what?

Then Aurobindo da, Barin da, will surely be hanged.

-What! Is there no way it can be stopped?

-There is.

Only one way.

Removing Naren Gosain from the face of this earth forever.

Inside the hospital?

No, dada!

It's impossible to get into the hospital & kill Naren Gosain.

Difficult.

Not impossible.

Please understand, dada,

Barin da's hasty decision is to blame for all this mess.

Why jeopardize your life to save them time & again?

You shouldn't be in Calcutta now.

You could get caught by the police anytime!

-Jatin Mukherjee either fights,

or dies.

But he doesn't get caught.

Maybe Barin and I differ in the method but our aim is...

the same!

What are you planning to do?

I obstructed the plan to kill Kingsford twice.

Because I was training someone for that job.

Instead of sending him,

Barin sent Khudiram. Now, his unfinished work will be completed by

him!

You're talking about Kanai, right? Our Kanai?

He's caught too, along with the others.

-Hmm.

Kanai is in jail.

And it is he who will kill...

Naren Gosain!

Where will he get the weapon?

-There are many ways to take the weapon inside the jail.

Kanai will write to Naren

that he can't take the torture inside the jail anymore.

He wants to testify as well.

Naren will surely tell the Jailor about this.

The news will easily reach Tegart.

He won't want to keep Kanai with the others anymore.

-Hmm. -Kanai will be taken to jail hospital.

Not only Kanai.

He'll have company.

(Dramatic music)

Satyen.

Awaken, Bagha!

Awaken, Bagha!

Tell me how this can be possible.

A crown witness murdered inside our jail?

With nonsense like this going on,

people will lose their fear of the law altogether!

And fear is most important, Mr Alam.

-Sir, what I don't understand is, how did they get the revolver?

They have a mastermind somewhere.

Working in the shadows.

Someone who can strike effectively yet remain elusive.

That's why I'm concerned.

-Do not worry, Sir.

No one can stop Aurobindo Ghosh's hanging as long as I'm there.

We are sure to win this case.

I'm not afraid of losing the case, Mr Biswas.

I'm afraid of something far graver than that.

If these terrorists can kill

a crown witness in the jail infirmary, under our noses,

what are they going to do next?

All the Bengalis who helped the British in Alipore Bomb case,

I will finish each & every one of them!

Now,

it's Ashu Biswas' turn!

We kill him in front of everyone, in the court premises!

But, Jatin da, a gun inside the court?

This job...

can only be done by one guy. -Who?

-Charu! -Me?

-Hmm. Ashu Biswas leaves the court at 2 PM.

Charu, your gun will only have 2 bullets.

Each should hit Ashu's head.

-Mr Ashu. -Yes?

-Chittaranjan Das said no Indian should help the British.

Why did you disobey? -Are you threatening me?

Fire!

(People screaming)

(Dramatic music)

Narrator: The growing public support

compelled the British court to acquit Aurobindo Ghosh

without any charges.

-We won the case.

But our goal is far away.

We took an oath, the traitors who helped the British,

none will survive.

He who was investigating this case,

is an Indian too. -Yes, dada. Shamsul Alam.

(Dramatic music)

Who will go this time?

Not an army.

Just one of you.

You won't return alive, Biren.

Anyway it's a curse to live in a nation that's not free, Jatin da.

-Salute, Motherland. -Salute, Motherland!

(Court area chatter)

(Intriguing music surging)

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

We shall give our lives so the world shall awaken

See, we all must remember: Just like humans discard worn out clothes,

-I don't know anything. -they discard their bodies too.

What's more precious to you?

This man you're trying to protect,

or your body? -I don't know anything, sir!

Sir, please let me go!

Welcome, Mr Tegart. I was waiting for you.

I've been searching for you for quite some time.

Honourable Finance Officer Mukherjee, or shall I say

bomb factory Superintendent Mukherjee?

Which is your true identity?

I'm an Indian.

That's my identity. -Then come with me!

(Grand music)

Just a minute, Mr Tegart.

Salute, Motherland.

Salute, Motherland.

I'll return soon.

I know.

Mr Tegart,

let's go now.

Put all your belongings on this trey.

Take it off.

Come on!

(Dramatic music)

Awaken

Bagha!

-Bagha Jatin! Bagha Jatin!

-Nobody wants to hurt their own. But when your own countrymen

accept an unjust rule, to satisfy their

shallow, materialistic needs? Then, to wake them up,

a hard jostle is required!

Awaken, Bagha!

Awaken, Bagha!

Indians do not attack

the unarmed. Take it.

Hmm?

Leave him!

We British know how to respect bravery!

There's no need to take his necklace away from him.

Someday, Mr Mukherjee, we will face each other again.

And we'll both be armed.

Eagerly waiting, sir.

-Your Honour, my client, Mr Jatin Mukherjee,

is an employee of the Finance Dept.

He's brought forward many of economical fraud cases

made by different govt. depts. to our knowledge

by his critical analysis.

Even the Police Dept. is not an exception.

So, it is quite obvious

that they cannot tolerate him. Thank you.

Your Honour, Jatin Mukherjee's assistant was caught red handed.

As he murdered Shamsul Alam.

In his written confession he mentioned that

Jatin Mukherjee insisted him to do so.

Thank you, my Lord.

-Present the witness. -Bring witness Birendra Datta Gupta.

(Court audience murmuring)

How are you, Biren?

They tortured you so much...

because of me? -I didn't say a word, Jatin da!

They made me sign it forcibly!

Tell the court, did my client Jatin Mukherjee tell you to do it?

No! No, Your Honour!

Whatever I did, I did it on my own will!

Jatin da is like God to me!

He finances the education of many needy youngsters.

Sent so many to study abroad too!

I'm just one of them.

That's all I know about Jatin da.

-On the basis of the presented evidence,

the court declares that Mr Jatindranath Mukherjee

is not guilty.

(Inspiring music)

-Congratulations. -Thank you, sir.

Narrator: Wheeler told Jatindranath

he was beside Jatin so far, but he can't help Jatin further.

Jatin said, he too can't help the British govt. further.

As he was resigning from the job.

-Thank you so much for everything.

(Triumphant music)

-Bagha Jatin! -Bagha Jatin!

My victory in the court today, is not mine alone.

It is the victory of all Indians against the British oppression.

But the fight has just begun.

Salute, Motherland! -Bagha Jatin!

-Bagha Jatin! Bagha Jatin!

-Salute, Motherland! -Bagha Jatin!

-Bagha Jatin! Bagha Jatin!

-Salute, Motherland! -Bagha Jatin!

Bagha Jatin! Bagha Jatin!

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

(Triumphant music)

Down with the British law!

-Down with it! Down with the British law!

-Down with it! -Down with the British law!

-We'll meet again, Jatin Mukherjee.

I will make sure you face British justice.

-Don't cut such big pieces. -Huh?

-Manoranjan? -Yes?

-Cut smaller pieces. -Alright, didi.

-Indu. -Yes, didi.

-Pick green mangoes for chutney. -Okay, didi.

Listen.

(Soft, cheerful music)

Didi asked me to pick some green mangoes. But...

hardly any fruits in this tree.

-Green mangoes? -Hmm.

What are you doing! Didi, kids, everyone's around.

Today's day seems like a dream, isn't it?

-Hmm.

-We've never done such a picnic before.

-You like it? -A lot!

Why don't we plan a trip somewhere?

Next winter. Let's take didi and the kids,

and visit Lord Vishwanath's temple at Kashi?

Brothers Niren, Muno and Chitto can also come!

Live today to the fullest, Indu. Let's plan tomorrow, tomorrow.

Okay?

Dada.

Oh! It's you!

I didn't recognize you. -What good is a disguise then?

It's you who taught me.

-How have you been? -Good, dada.

Where are we going?

To war.

-Hmm. (Inspiring music)

-Yes, I'm right!

Narrator: The register book confirmed Tegart's suspicion.

The crown prince of Germany & Jatin Mukherjee were in touch.

His subordinate told him, Jatin Mukherjee was now

a road contractor at Jhenaidah. There's nothing to worry about him.

But this news couldn't relieve Tegart off his worry.

-I don't understand,

why are you so worried about the crown prince of Germany?

I'm worrying because international politics compels me to.

There's a war brewing on the continent.

And there's at least one Indian who won't stand idle.

Where is Jatin Mukherjee?

Jatin Mukherjee is a closed chapter, Sir.

We have kept an eye on him.

He's a road contractor at Jhenaidah.

He is no longer a threat.

-We thought that before too.

Search for him!

-I hear Jatin Babu is bringing someone along, who is it?

-I've no idea. -Nor do I.

-When is he reaching?

-It's nearly time.

-There he is.

-Here you are.

-Hello, Jatin Babu, we were waiting for you.

-No trouble on the way? -Mhm.

Meet him.

He's like a brother to me, Rash Behari Bose.

-Hello. -Hello.

Rash Behari Bose, so it's you, who threw a bomb at Delhi,

on Viceroy Hardinge? -I was not alone.

Basanta was with me. Basantaranjan Ray.

-Hmm. -I succeeded to escape.

-Come. -Sit.

We have very little time, let's get to work.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again,

a few erratic attacks won't stifle this British rule.

We need a mob insurgence.

I know, Jatin da.

You told us before, we start with the self-sacrifice of the brave,

then we unite all the small secret societies for

an armed public revolt! -Two parts to it.

First, an army uprising.

-Hmm. -And...

the second? A public uprising.

Indian soldiers who once fought for the British masters abroad,

now after returning home, they've turned away from the British.

Under Kartar Singh's leadership, today they've built Ghadar Party.

Mr Pingley.

He has built connections with anti-British powers

on an international level, over the years.

The prince of Germany promised to help me with arms supplies.

The 1st step: We go to army camps & talk to the Indian soldiers.

If they turn their guns at the British unitedly for one day

the Brit soldiers won't know where to hide!

Meanwhile, Germany's arms will reach

the small secret societies among the civilians.

The underground freedom army will be born among the civilians.

There's a war brewing in the world right now.

The foreign powers shall attack the British,

the three-sided attack

will force the British rule

into complete destruction!

Now I understand, Jatin Babu, why you invited Rash Behari da.

-Rash Behari is an ace actor, knows many languages too.

Going to the North Indian army camps, convincing them;

can you do it, Rash Behari? -I can, dada.

-Fine, Kartar Singh... -Yes?

Make the members of Ghadar party very active in the armies.

-Hmm. -This job

isn't possible without their support.

Mr Pingley.

Now, you've to bring the anti-British powers together.

I know you can't go abroad but your message

can be taken there by Naren.

Hope you don't mind?

-No. -But I mind.

Jatin Babu, your plan sounds impeccable on paper,

but take it from a lifelong soldier, it's tough to pull off.

(Inspiring music)

The word 'tough' doesn't exist for revolutionaries, Mr Singh.

-But the mission demands a lot of money!

How will we procure it, Jatin Babu?

(Church bell ringing in distance)

Hope you will come back?

Of course!

(Intriguing fateful music)

-Carefully.

Oh boatman, sail ashore

Slow, careful!

(Hard metal thudding)

You, dogs! What are you doing here?

Please forgive us, we're sorry, sir.

Our net got entangled. -Remove it and go!

Or we'll shoot you dogs! -Moving, sir. Please forgive us.

We'll remove it right away, sir. Brother, take the boat back.

Let's go!

Salute, salute!

Salute, Motherland! Salute! Salute!

Salute! Motherland, salute!

-Salute, Motherland! -Salute, Motherland!

Salute! Salute!

Salute, Motherland!

Bagha!

Three robberies in a row!

I don't know how you can sleep at night!

-We're not sleeping, Sir. They could be common dacoits.

Dacoits? No common dacoit would dare take such risks!

Sir.

Sir, info from Jhenaidah:

Jatin hasn't been seen there for months.

The road repair work he took up, it's left incomplete too.

-You were saying Jatin Mukherjee is no longer a threat?

-Sir, our men were keeping an eye on him.

I'm quite sure he's plotting something.

My intuition is telling me he is in the city.

Set up check posts on every corner.

Search every house!

I must find Jatin Mukherjee at any cost!

Yes, Sir.

We will bring Jatin Mukherjee here.

Dead; or alive-- -I want him alive!

I want to see Jatin Mukherjee kneel before the British law

he so despises!

-Hey, why are you coming in? -Move!

-Where is Jatin Mukherjee?

Didn't you hear me?

Where is Jatin Mukherjee!

-Stop!

Step forward and I kill you!

You're crossing your limit!

Where is Jatin Mukherjee?

Right before your eyes.

But you can't see him!

My brother either fights or dies, but doesn't get caught.

Go.

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken

Brothers, unite!

Light up, be the flame of hope

Let their oppression burn to ashes!

Awaken! The world will awaken when we give our lives!

Our names will make history! Each heart will burn in fury!

Nothing can melt our strength

Worry not for the legacy Accept death with a smile

What's there to fear?

This country is mine! She is my Motherland!

Let the world know This is my land!

This country is mine! She is my Motherland!

Let the world know This is my land!

This country is mine! She is my Motherland!

Let the world know This is my land!

This country is mine! She is my Motherland!

Let the world know This is my land!

You're all aware of what Rash Behari has done.

The entire of 10th Jat regiment has agreed to lend us support.

-Hmm.

In the world war scenario,

all anti-British powers are ready to support us.

Germany had already promised to help us with arms and now

Russia is with us too.

The Russian Bolshevik revolutionaries

promised to lend financial help for the Indian freedom struggle.

They want to help us with gold. But to bring that gold,

one of us must go there. -Naren, it's you who will go.

-Okay, dada, I will go. -Hmm.

And the ship full of arms which is headed to India from Germany,

Charu Gopal, will look into that.

We must unite the revolutionaries of all the secret societies now.

'Jugantar', 'Anushilan Samiti', 'Bengal Volunteers',

their differences have to be erased now.

More we fight among ourselves, stronger the British get!

If you don't mind, can I say something?

-Hmm?

-Our people are still sticking to the primitive methods.

They don't want to accept the news mechanism & technique.

Tell me honestly, Jatin Babu, these weapons,

can we really fight the British army with it?

Okay.

What kind of arms do you think are apt for it?

Rodda rifles. What's amazing is, you can

carry it like a pistol or put a grip on in and aim far off.

Rodda rifles...

How many do we need? -As many as needed to fight

the British army.

We all should have it.

Now, you do the math.

Don't worry, Singh ji.

Dada will arrange it.

Right, Jatin da?

(Dramatic music surging)

Sirish, a job was arranged for you at Rodda company.

You know why?

The day you'll leave the go-down,

you'll have 3 horse-carriages. In this order.

Sir!

(Intriguing music)

Hello.

Okay.

Fine.

Nice.

Bugger, just you wait!

Get up! Come on!

Hey! Move!

-Hey, back off! -Stop it, bugger!

(Angry crowd yelling)

Can you do it?

Yes. It'll be done.

We shall give up our lives so the world shall awaken

We shall give up our lives so the world shall awaken

(Inspiring, patriotic music)

Bravo, Jatin Babu! Bravo!

A true "Bagha", you really are a tiger! Wonderful!

I promise you,

each of these Rodda rifles will turn into indomitable volcanoes!

I'll have the rifles spread in the entire nation.

Don't worry. -The police searched your place?

Stay safe, Jatin Babu, police are looking for you like hungry dogs.

Oh, forget it, Mr Pingley, they've been chasing me for ages.

What about the rest of the arms? -Charu Gopal has reached Germany.

The ship loaded with arms has left for India from Germany.

It's coming via Honolulu and Java.

Before reaching India, the arms will be divided into two lots.

One lot will go to the southern coast.

Another one will go to east India.

As per my plan, it'll reach east India via the Sundarbans.

-Won't be safe for it to come to the east via the Sundarbans.

But the Sundarbans are least monitored & inaccessible.

It'll take way longer to reach the main road or the rail station.

I suggest... At Balasore in Orissa,

there's a river called Buribalam. It's an estuary in fact.

We can easily take the arms from Balasore to the rail station.

Well, do as you deem right.

It's not the arms I'm worried for, Jatin Babu.

If we get the money on time,

there are many ways to procure arms.

But it's the money I'm worried about. You see,

the date of the uprising is fixed on 21st,

we don't have time.

Bolshevik revolutionaries will help financially, you told us so.

And as directed by you, Naren went there to get it.

He should've returned by now.

He didn't come, nor sent news. It's nearly 20 kgs of gold!

The Bolshevik revolutionaries gave it to him! My agent told me.

Naren vanished the day before he was scheduled to leave.

Are you trying to imply something?

I'm not trying to imply anything, but we can't overlook it!

Think. Few hours after Naren disappeared,

the Russian army cordoned some secret dens of the Bolsheviks.

Jatin Babu, many were killed there.

Many were arrested.

Even the Bolshevik leader, Vladimir Lenin,

he is underground!

First, money.

Then, guns.

Then, war.

War, all over the world!

Great men think alike.

Cheers, Jatin Mukherjee.

Narrator: A ship loaded with arms set out from Germany for India.

MV Maverick. The American detectives found out about this.

And they immediately informed the British detectives.

MV Maverick was stopped.

Any hope for India's freedom was already clouded now.

At that time Jatin Mukherjee was preparing to leave for Buribalam.

Didi, Rosomoy Babu sent this.

Indu, prepare the dough & pack some veggies in a bag quickly.

Mokkhoda, we two are going out. Stay until we return.

Go, sit with the kids. Don't leave the house.

Come on, quick.

(Station chatter)

(Train whistling)

-Take it carefully. Put the quilt over it.

Took the shoes? -Hmm.

Didi?

What are you doing here?

-You think I don't know about your whereabouts?

Your train leaves tonight, right? -Yes, didi.

-What about food?

Mono, go and collect some firewood.

-Okay, I'll bring it.

-You have any utensils here? -Yes, didi.

-Show me. Indu, you come too. Chop the vegetables.

Take.

Your food is served there.

Go?

You can't even tell me where you're going?

I've never kept anything from you, Indu.

But this, I must.

It's a very dangerous job. Have to be careful.

Can't someone else do it?

Maybe...

But right now I don't trust anyone but myself.

Whatever you do...

just remember this,

you are all we have. -Why are you saying that?

You want me to fall weak? -All I want is...

that you return safely.

I shall return, Indu.

Either as a citizen of a free India,

or as the dream of freedom itself.

It's time for me to leave Your eyes well up

Hope I return to see you smiling

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

I have nowhere else to go Of course I'll return home

I've submitted this life of mine to this Motherland

I shall return when freedom is achieved!

As a song echoing in open fields

As a blooming garden celebrating freedom

It's time for me to leave Your eyes well up

Hope I return to see you smiling

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

How can I not answer to the call of my Motherland?

If I'm able to leave a mark, of course I'll return home

I shall return as someone's beloved

Or as a shelter to someone

But in this lifetime, I'll shoulder the martyrdom of my fellows

The world is a fair, a play of emotions

Oh my countrymen, play a patriotic tune

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

-How've you been? -Good.

-Give me-- -No, please.

-Oh, come on.

Come, let's go. -Hmm.

(Knocking)

Come.

This is Jatin Babu.

-Hello. -Hey!

Why are you doing this? You're like a mother to me.

I'm paying my respect to a son who submitted his life

to his Motherland!

Come, Jatin Babu, we've arranged for you all to stay inside.

Come. -Let's go.

Hello. -Hello.

-Friends...

The time has come,

to hoist the flag of freedom in our nation's sky!

On 21st February, at every British barrack of India,

there shall be an uprising. And Lahore's responsibility...

is ours, okay?

I've made all the preparations.

All we need now is an army route map.

A map connecting Delhi to Lahore.

It's very tough to get hold of this army route map.

Revolutionaries don't fear anything.

But only high British officials have it.

I'll bring it.

I will.

-How? -Sir, it's a risky job.

But I'll do it. Doesn't matter if I must steal or rob for it.

-Already used to taking risks? -Yes, sir.

-Bravo! -Well, we're all taking risks!

Right? -Yes!

Salute, Motherland!

Salute, Motherland!

This aid is from the Russian revolutionaries.

But how did you know we're here?

When I found no one else, I decided to keep the gold safe.

Manendra Babu used to oversee the treasury of our society.

I thought it's the safest to keep it with him.

-Good decision.

But this gold is not safe here right now. We must shift it.

Can you do it? -Sure.

But Jatin da, I want to be with you all, here!

Taking the arms to Calcutta maybe dangerous.

Taking the gold somewhere safer is more important.

It's meant to fund our nation's freedom struggle.

And if we face trouble, what will you alone do?

No news of Rash Behari has come from Lahore.

Danger could come knocking anytime.

Set out tonight itself.

(Intriguing music)

Hey!

No... No!

Narrator: Unable to take the brutal torture of the British,

Kripan Singh was forced to spill the plans.

They now knew about the uprisings planned at all the barracks.

Orders went out, to arrest the entire Jat regiment

immediately from the barracks.

(Temple bell ringing in distance)

-The weapons are coming via the sea.

Which means Jatin Mukherjee could be at any of the ports.

Chittagong, Calcutta, Paradip.

We need to increase surveillance in these places.

-Yes, Sir. -Sir!

One of my sources informs that at Orissa's Balasore,

a few Bengali young men are living in a village near Buribalam.

Narrator: Tegart realized, Jatin had framed an international conspiracy

against the British rule.

He ordered his men to spread a rumour in the village

that they're dacoits.

Meanwhile, accompanied by a team of armed police,

he set out for Buribalam. -I want 400 paramilitary police!

Immediately! -Yes, Sir!

(Gurgling)

(Tense music)

Jatin Babu, we're doomed!

MV Maverick was caught by the American detectives!

The Americans gave away all the information to the British!

That means now...

the British know everything. What we are planning,

where we are stationed... -Hmm.

Charles Tegart.

Honest British officer.

Won't spare us easily.

Something is about to happen.

(Crowd screaming outside)

-Get out! -Go away from here!

(Villagers continue shouting)

Come out, all you dacoits!

Come on now, hey!

-Who told you we are dacoits? -Uh... You have guns.

Um, we found out from the police!

Yes.

But it's not meant to attack you.

It's meant to fight against the British.

The British police that has raped your women,

you're calling us dacoits because they told you so?

We're fighting for our country.

And the fight isn't mine alone. It's mine, yours, everyone's!

-Bull*hit! Beat them up! -Yes!

-Stop or we'll shoot! -Jatin da! Let's go from here.

We can't stay here!

Let them beat us up!

Jatin Babu, what are you doing!

The police will come any time! You must leave!

The rear path leads to the jungle.

Manendra Babu, how long can we keep fleeing through the rear path?

How long can we keep forgetting whom we're fighting for?

How long can we ignore it, that those whom we fight for

think we're dacoits.

Khudiram, Charu, Kanailal...

It's for this nation...

for you all, that they gave their lives! Unfortunately,

you don't even know their names.

We've been slaves to the British for last 150 years.

You want to be their slaves for the next 150 years too?

That can't happen as long as I am alive!

Those who gave their lives for this soil, this nation,

I won't let their sacrifices go in vain!

Someday this will be a free nation.

But its people?

Will its people be free?

Will their minds be liberated?

Those enslaved by British rulers today,

shall be slaves to another ruler tomorrow.

Jatin Babu, they won't understand you, you all better leave.

-You can go back if you want. -What do you mean, dada!

I won't run anymore.

Must fight back now.

Or the villagers will think we really are dacoits.

If you won't come, Jatin da, we too shall not go.

Don't be silly, Chittapriyo.

The path I am on, ends only in death.

-We don't fear it. -And if you get caught?

Won't get caught alive.

I can't stop you.

But think about it. Your whole life lies ahead.

A life that is of no use to this nation, is meaningless.

Fine.

They get ready to write history!

To awaken the millions of Indian population!

To present the next generation with a free India!

This country shall only awaken when we die!

Salute, Motherland. -Salute, Motherland!

(Ominous music)

(Baby crying loudly)

(Marching boots approaching)

Jatin da! Jatin da!

Jatin da! They have arrived!

Finally.

The wait is over.

(Guns cocking)

Get the map of Buribalam clear.

Dense jungle on one side.

River on the other.

They will enter the jungle

crossing the river.

(Ominous music)

Only this rear part of the jungle is safe.

-Hmm.

-They will attack from this side, that side,

and from that side.

Each of you will be covering one side.

(Tense music surging)

Their strength is their number.

And our strength?

This jungle.

(Dramatic music)

Down! Down!

Fire!

(Soft, fateful music)

Jatin da!

Jatin da!

I couldn't do anything more...

for my country! -No, Chittapriyo!

The free India will remember you--

till the end of time!

Salute, Motherland!

(Baby crying loudly)

(Melancholic music)

Salute, Motherland!

(Baby crying in distance)

It's okay!

(Soft, fateful music rising)

Surrender, Jatin Mukherjee!

You can't escape.

Jatin either fights.

Or dies.

But... he doesn't get caught.

-Which is your true identity?

-I am an Indian.

That's my identity.

Hold your fire!

How can I not answer to the call of my Motherland?

If I make a mark, I'll surely return home

I shall return as someone's beloved

Or as someone's shelter

But in this lifetime, I'll shoulder the martyrdom of my fellows

It's time to bid goodbye Your eyes well up

Hope I return to see you smiling

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

I shall return again For now, let me go

Let me go

Salute, Motherland!

Salute...

Motherland! (Gasping)