All language subtitles for Kesari.Chapter.2.The.Untold.Story.Of.Jallianwala.Bagh.2025

Sit down!

Everyone, please sit!

Settle down.

I have a very important message for you today...

Our revolution will not be stopped!

We won't back down!

"Repeal the Rowlatt Act. "

"Repeal the Rowlatt Act. "

"Repeal the Rowlatt Act. "

Pargat!

Pargat!

Yes, Ma?

Come here!

Coming.

Our resistance against British rule...

-Shall continue! -Shall continue!

Get some rest, son.

You've been at it since morning.

You'll get exhausted.

"If you pause and miss your goal,

regret will chase you forever. "

Dad used to say that. Have you forgotten?

Never mind.

Go get some sweets for your sister.

How much can this tiny tot eat?

Brat!

Go.

Wait a minute!

What now?

God bless.

Thanks.

Forward March!

Pargat!

Take your position!

And turn!

Firing position!

Load arms!

They want to scare us.

But we won't budge!

Should we issue them a warning, sir?

Fire!

Pargat!

-Ma! -Pargat!

Ma!

Ma!

Don't jump into the well!

Ma!

Ma, no!

Ma!

Ma, no!

Don't be afraid, love.

I'll be right back with Pargat.

Open the gates!

Pargat!

Over there! They're climbing the wall!

Pargat!

Ma!

Shoot them!

Ma!

Ma!

Ma!

Ma!

Ma!

Wahe Guru!

The piercing cries that rose from Jallianwala Bagh

were the result of a big betrayal.

1914, the First World War.

When the British ran short of soldiers,

they made India a promise:

"Send your men to fight for us,

and we shall grant you freedom. "

Trusting this promise,

over 1.5 million Indians

joined the British Indian Army...

All in the hope that India would be free.

But when the war ended,

the British betrayed us.

And Punjab, which had sent the most soldiers to war,

was set ablaze with revolution.

Long live the revolution!

Professor Kripal Singh united the youth of Punjab

and led a movement against the British government.

Sir, one question!

Governor, Kripal Singh is brazenly leading public protests

and the courts have acquitted him for the fourth time.

The Crown used every legal trick to silence Kripal Singh.

But the court acquitted him every time.

The crown's reputation was now at stake.

And there was only one man who could salvage it.

Born and raised in Kerala...

From Kalaripayattu to Kathakali,

from the quill to the courtroom...

A master of it all.

The country's top barrister...

Who had never lost a case.

He was the only Indian member

of the Viceroy's Council.

The British favourite...

Sankaran Nair.

God save the King.

Tirath Singh.

Legal advisor to Governor O Dwyer.

I'll be quite honest with you, Mr. Nair.

We've been through three lawyers,

and none of them could prove Kripal Singh wrong.

Governor...

There's no right or wrong in court,

only winners and losers.

Kripal Singh writes poetry.

He holds poetry gatherings.

Charging him with sedition

and dragging him to court repeatedly

is a waste of the court's time.

This entire case is hollow, Your Honour.

As Mark Twain wrote:

"A lot of sound and fury, signifying nothing. "

Shakespeare.

What?

Not Twain, Shakespeare.

Your Honour,

my point remains:

For any government,

it's vital to have people who question it.

The Crown should actually thank my client.

Your witness, Mr. Nair.

Thank you, Mr. Kripal.

Order, order!

Your Honour, the truth is that

Kripal Singh is not a criminal,

but in fact, a very fine poet.

The Crown has indeed made a mistake

by charging him with sedition.

We're sorry, Mr. Kripal.

I'm a big fan of your poetry.

I've been following your work for a long time.

I went to your college,

as well as your poetry gatherings...

And discovered some fascinating things about you.

But before you leave...

May I ask you something?

Do you know how to make a bomb?

What?

Objection, Your Honour.

Irrelevant.

Mr Kripal...

Bomb?

You are not legally obligated to answer this question.

I was a soldier in the British Indian Army.

I fought during the World War too.

Your Honour.

As part of standard soldier training-

Mr. Kripal...

Yes or no?

-Yes, I do. -Your Honour,

The British Indian Army has had thousands of Indian soldiers.

They are all trained to make bombs.

Will they all be dragged to court now?

Just get to the point, Mr. Nair.

Yes, Your Honour.

Who are Khudiram Singh and Barinder Kumar?

Long live the revolution!

They're students from my college.

A few days ago, these students from your college

threw bombs at Officer Kingsford's car outside the Imperial Theatre.

That car burned to ashes,

and he died in the attack.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I can see that.

"The Crown shall be fought,

not just with ink, but with fire. "

Whose great lines are these?

Mine - but what are you trying to imply?

That I told those kids to throw bombs?

Didn't you?

Your Honour, how is this related to the case?

Your Honour,

Those innocent young men joined the college to study...

And because of Kripal Singh, they're now rotting in jail.

He filled their hearts with hatred for the Crown,

instigated them to throw a bomb at a British officer,

and then taught them how to make one.

Or maybe...

He made the bomb himself and handed it to them.

Writing poetry, reciting verses and organizing gatherings...

These are trivial accusations.

Kripal Singh must receive the harshest punishment

for the charge of murdering Officer Kingsford.

That's all, Your Honour.

The Court agrees with Mr. Nair.

Kripal Singh is being remanded to judicial custody

and he will be charged for conspiracy

to murder under the Indian Penal Code.

Thank you, your honour.

Mr Nair...

How easily you've branded a revolutionary as a terrorist.

You're a brilliant lawyer,

but you're fighting for the wrong side.

You too are a brilliant poet...

But poems don't run a nation.

Keep reading.

One day, you'll see the light.

Let's go.

Tell me, Parvathy...

How is it being married to a barrister?

That's what I want to know!

I have no complaints...

As long as I remain the judge and jury at home.

And executioner!

Of course.

What if we add another title?

Lady Nair.

Sankaran, the Crown is granting you Knighthood for your service.

Only a handful of Indians have received this honour.

Congratulations...

Sir Sankaran Nair.

To Sir Sankaran Nair.

To all here present:

Know ye,

that Sankaran Nair

will hereby be admitted

as a Distinguished Knight

in the Order of the King

by the Viceroy of India.

Pargat!

Pargat!

Twice for duty.

Thrice for chivalry.

Arise, Sir Sankaran Nair.

Veera, no!

Sankaran Nair had no idea

that his life, written in English ink

would soon be drenched in the hue of revolution.

And what do you think the press will say about this?

The press will say what we want them to say.

They will say that we did a jolly good thing today.

Visit all the Punjab regional press offices immediately.

This news cannot come out at any cost.

Use force if you have to- stop the press!

From now on, all newspapers must only carry one story...

Cemeteries and cremation grounds are overflowing.

The hospitals are stacked with corpses.

Then toss them into the drains.

Governor, the press has been silenced.

But some survivors and their families are refusing to back down.

Let's pay the survivors some compensation,

and set up an enquiry commission

whose report shuts everyone up.

If such a commission is to be set up,

we need an Indian in it.

Well, who better for the job

than our loyal Sankaran Nair?

Various allegations have been levelled against General Dyer.

Hence, the Crown wants all of you

to investigate this incident with complete integrity,

so that the country's trust in the British administration

and justice system remains intact.

Move aside!

Bloodbath on Baisakhi

According to the military report,

2332 rounds were fired on 13th April,

which killed 1650 terrorists.

And when the terrorists fired,

how many of our soldiers died?

None.

That's strange.

What do you think of it, sir?

Right now, all I'm thinking is...

What's for lunch?

Collect your cash

from Desk number 3...

Stay back!

Take your 25 rupees and move on, old hag!

But what does this say?

We don't have time for questions.

Just move along-

Hey, soldier!

Soldier, take it easy.

I'll handle it.

You have to put your thumbprint here,

and collect 25 rupees over there.

That's it.

But son,

what does the document say?

It says that the Crown has offered you

a compensation of 25 rupees for your loss....

And that you have no complaints against the Crown or their officers.

The death count in the hospital records is far more

than what General Dyer's military report says.

Why are we hiding the real death count?

I'll speak to the Governor.

We'll increase the compensation, to satisfy the victims.

Were they victims or terrorists?

Mr. Nair, how does it matter?

What's important is

that the Crown is offering the families compensation.

And what about these hospital records?

Are you here to accuse General Dyer?

If my questions sound like complaints to you,

then so be it.

Mr. Nair, I fail to understand what you're trying to imply-

Excuse me.

Yes.

Sir, General Dyer is coming upstairs.

Has Jaan Nisar come today?

-Yes, but I've stopped him outside. -Good.

Send him in.

Yes sir.

Your wish has been granted.

General Dyer is on his way.

Now you can direct all your questions

to the man himself.

Good afternoon, General.

How are you?

Very good, how are you?

Very well.

Meet Sir Sankaran Nair.

Pleasure.

Please sit, gentlemen.

After you.

Thank you.

Ah, Jaan Nisar!

General, this is Jaan Nisar.

He comes here every day.

He's got quite a few complaints against you.

Battalion 36, right?

Have you got your complaints in writing?

Yes...

But I'll hand them to the Governor.

Come on, Jaan Nisar. Please.

There go your complaints!

Happy now?

Made your complaint?

Bugger off!

By the way, Mr. Nair...

You had quite a few complaints too, didn't you?

Sir.

Who is he?

Just some crazy boy, sir.

While everyone else collects their compensation,

he turns up here daily, like a walking newspaper.

He says there's at least one Indian on the Viceroy's commission,

and he's here to tell him the truth about Jallianwala Bagh.

Did he lose any of his family members there?

Yes, sir.

His mother and little sister.

Namaste, son.

-My name... -Sat Sri Akal, sir.

I know who you are.

Come, have a seat.

Here, sir.

Tomorrow's newspaper?

Yes, sir.

But tomorrow is Sunday.

The office will be shut.

Yes, but the newspaper comes daily, right?

How can the truth take a day off?

So, Mr. Punjab Daily News...

You paint so beautifully.

You are so talented.

All this protesting will get you nowhere, son.

You should go to school.

I have my own school in Kerala.

You can learn English there.

What's the point, sir?

Art, stories, poems...

No matter how great...

They don't run a nation, right?

My name is Pargat Singh, sir.

I'm Professor Kripal Singh's son.

Every year, I eagerly await Baisakhi.

But this year's Baisakhi was different.

My father was in jail.

I was really missing him...

So my mother bought me this kurta.

Sky blue in colour.

My father always said,

"I hope that someday,

you and your sister

can breathe in a free India. "

That's it.

That hope is what I wore as I stepped out that day,

with my mother and sister,

to raise my voice against the British.

Because if the British committing atrocities are wrong,

even worse are the Indians who suffer in silence.

Therefore, Mr. Nair...

I don't think I will ever go to the school of thought

you belong to.

General Dyer, it seems you'll sleep

-peacefully after tomorrow's verdict. -Are you okay?

Don't take him for a wimp, our boy Dyer!

He was determined to cleanse Amritsar

for once and for all of all those bloody Sardars.

I hear barely a bullet was wasted!

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I'd like to raise a toast

to the Viceroy's Commission.

The Viceroy's Commission!

I need to get some air.

God save the King!

Please stop, sir.

You can't enter.

I'm a member of the Viceroy's Commission!

Sir, whoever you are...

I'm just doing my job.

Sir, stop!

Can you believe it, Mr. Dyer?

Well, I don't wish to seem heartless,

dear chap, but...

Them's the rules!

As a lawyer, you ought to know that...

'Sir' Sankaran Nair!

Excuse me.

If the British committing atrocities are wrong,

even worse are the Indians who suffer in silence.

The members of the Viceroy's Commission unanimously pronounce

General Dyer not guilty.

No one can win against the Crown, Nair.

Stay quiet.

-But... -Your work here is done.

Thank you,

Sir Sankaran Nair.

Sir.

What happened to him?

He slit his wrist.

How long will you run, Mr Nair?

My name is Dilreet Gill.

You were a huge inspiration to me, sir.

Thanks to you, I fought my family and came here from Jalandhar,

to study law.

But today, I'm disappointed.

Sir, you were a part of the Viceroy's Commission.

You know the truth.

The world needs to know what happened at Jallianwala Bagh.

We must fight for the truth.

Dilreet, fighting your family,

and fighting the crown are very different things.

But that 13 year old boy fought against the Crown.

And we, with all our fancy law degrees

can't fight for the truth.

I'm sorry, I have to leave.

Have you ever been to Jallianwala Bagh?

I have.

It's been four months...

The walls are still marked with bullet holes and blood.

If you go close to the walls,

you can hear whispers.

You know, sir...

When walls begin to speak,

and you go silent...

It really makes you think...

It makes you wonder...

Who really died?

Here's Pargat's last newspaper,

to tell the world the truth.

Take it sir, it's for you.

But you know what the biggest truth is?

One that no one will ever know?

Thousands died because of Dyer...

But that kid died because of you.

And I won't let his death be in vain.

What the hell is this?

Someone's filed a case against us over Jallianwala Bagh.

Oh, stop making such a bloody fuss!

Sir, I just need to file one motion to dismiss,

and this case will never go to trial.

There's no reason to worry-

The reason to worry is Judge McCardie.

He's honest, and sympathetic to the Indians.

And all proceedings in his court are conducted in Hindi.

And who the hell is this Dilreet Gill?

Who cares!

You think a lady lawyer stands a chance,

that too fighting a case against the Crown?

I fear she may have uncovered some evidence.

Impossible, sir!

It's her very first case.

First, and last.

Exactly.

No matter what...

This case cannot go to trial.

Of course it bloody won't!

All rise!

Honourable Judge McCardie presiding.

God save the King!

Your Honour,

before I begin,

I would like to file an application for attorney

for my co-counsel,

Mr. Sankaran Nair.

Fire!

Climb over the wall and run!

Oh, the door is closed.

Maa don't jump into the well!

Send a telegram to Jalandhar.

Inform the Gill family that their daughter

is about to fight the country's biggest case.

We are suing the Crown for genocide.

Kesari!

But sir, this only has my name.

We must keep my involvement secret before the hearing.

Or the British police will be on our trail,

and we won't be able to collect any evidence.

Quietly scan every neighbourhood,

knock on every door...

And find out what happened in this city

till the day of Baisakhi.

Sat Sri Akal!

That day at Jallianwala-

A curfew was announced on the 13th...

Then why did you all gather at Jallianwala Bagh?

What curfew?

We had set out marching from Katra Kotwali towards the Bagh.

We just went to hear Kanhaiya Lal's speech.

Sir, we still don't have any direct evidence.

There's no confession,

eyewitness testimonies,

any photographs, or...

Paintings?

Pargat's paintings?

I want the air logs.

But sir, how will we access military records?

The British military has enough corrupt officers.

Were there many soldiers here that day?

Were most of them Indian, or British?

Some were from Nepal, some from Afghanistan.

Now we know why Dyer opened fire.

Please begin.

Your Honour,

what happened on 13th April at Jallianwala Bagh

was a well-planned conspiracy,

rather than military action in self-defence.

It was a genocide, where innocents-

Objection, My Lord.

The protestors at Jallianwala Bagh were far from innocent.

They were rioters, armed and dangerous.

In that case,

how many weapons were found under those heaps of corpses?

They were just responsible citizens

who stepped out that day to protest the Rowlatt Act.

If they were so responsible,

they would've followed General Dyer's curfew orders.

The curfew was a sham.

Just six minutes away from Jallianwala Bagh

lies the Harminder Saheb police station.

That day, thousands crossed the police station,

but the Collector, Kartar Singh stopped no one.

The curfew was just an excuse

to frame those innocent folks as terrorists

and shoot them mercilessly.

Your Honour,

I request permission to summon Collector Kartar Singh.

You may call the witness.

Was it your responsibility to declare curfew?

Yes, indeed.

Did General Dyer give you any orders

that prevented you from carrying out your duties?

Not at all.

So what happened on the 13th of April?

I was at the police station.

I was working on a report.

Around 4 PM,

An armed group of thousands from the 'Danda Fauj'

marched past the police station, heading towards Jallianwala Bagh.

I immediately went in, grabbed the loudspeaker,

and asked the crowd: "Where are you going?"

"There's a curfew on!"

But no one listened to me.

They didn't care!

Instead, they drew weapons...

Raising swords and chanting:

"We'll soak the earth in blood!"

That's when I realised

there could be a riot.

So I immediately called for reinforcements.

No further questions, Your Honour.

Your witness, Mr. Nair.

Mr Kartar Singh,

what's the protocol for requesting reinforcements?

Don't you need to inform the district superintendent,

who then coordinates with the collectorate office

to get reinforcements from military headquarters?

Isn't it like that?

Yes.

So he bypassed this entire process,

and sent a request for reinforcements

directly to military headquarters...

Specifically to General Dyer!

Interesting.

And about the announcement...

Yes, there was one on 13th April,

but not from you...

The announcement came from a man claiming

that renowned leader Kanhaiya Lal

would be at Jallianwala Bagh that evening...

when at the time, he was at a poetry convention in Patiala.

Perhaps this was General Dyer's ploy

to gather as many people as possible at Jallianwala Bagh?

What do you think?

No further questions, Your Honour.

Witness is dismissed.

Sir.

My Lord,

Mr. Nair has neither evidence nor witnesses...

Just conspiracy theories.

If these are just theories, then let me bring up a fact.

When General Dyer already had thousands of soldiers

from the Sikh Infantry at his command,

why did he call for the Gurkha and Baluch regiments

via an urgent telegram on April 10?

Was it because he knew

that the Sikh regiment would never fire on their own people?

Mr. Nair, you should be more careful

before slandering such a professional unit.

It was a routine military deployment that has been recorded.

Fair enough.

Your Honour, this is the Army's air logbook.

On April 13,

a plane flew over Jallianwala Bagh,

very close to the ground...

Before quickly changing course and returning to base.

This happened around 5 PM...

Half an hour before General Dyer arrived.

Why?

I think Mr. Dyer needs you.

That aircraft was transferring an officer

from Amritsar to Jalandhar.

Okay.

So tell me,

why would a professional army,

known for maintaining meticulous records,

have no record of this transfer in their air logbook?

Where is the record?

Because it was an illegal surveillance.

That aircraft was sent

to help General Dyer estimate the size of the crowd.

My Lord,

Mr. Nair is using this aircraft to change the course of the case.

A crowd of thousands gathered at Jallianwala Bagh that day.

They made deadly threats,

and they were armed with weapons at the time.

Were they not?

Yes, they were.

They were armed.

This was their weapon!

The Sentinel...

Journalist Stuart Thorpe's article.

April 9th, the festival of Ram Navami.

Amritsar's Hindu leader Satya Pal Singh

and Muslim leader Saifuddin Kitchlew

led a massive rally against the British "Divide and Rule" policy,

right in front of General Dyer's eyes.

Bar their bloody way!

Stand back, I tell you!

This was the first time

that Hindus and Muslims celebrated Ram Navami together.

Hindu-Muslim unity was the weapon,

that scared not only General Dyer,

but the entire British government.

And that is the motive for genocide!

This is ridiculous. How does this prove genocide?

I will prove it, Your Honour. I will prove it.

On 9th April, Ram Navami was celebrated.

On 10th April, the Gurkha and Baluch regiments were urgently summoned.

On 13th April, people were lured into Jallianwala Bagh.

That very evening, an aircraft surveyed Jallianwala Bagh.

And then, within half an hour,

General Dyer sprayed bullets on unarmed, innocent civilians!

If all this doesn't prove genocide, then what else will?

Mr Nair, that is enough!

Yes, I agree, that's enough!

1650 innocents dead...

That is the official figure given by the Crown.

But the real figure, we may never know!

I feel there is ample evidence

to suggest that this case should go into trial.

Proceedings against General Dyer will begin next week.

Court is adjourned.

Goddammit, you don't belong in here!

Don't forget that you're still a slave of the British Empire.

The Empire is shrinking.

Sir Nair, an Indian lady lawyer

is your co-counsel.

That's one heck of a thing!

Why are you surprised?

Doesn't your England have queens?

The Amritsar District Court has approved Sankaran Nair's petition,

to proceed with a case against General Dyer and the Crown.

This raises the question:

Did General Dyer mastermind a conspiracy

to orchestrate the massacre at Jallianwala Bagh?

The entire nation is now demanding answers,

and the pressure has reached the elite chambers of the British.

Nair.

You know what's worse than fucking with your boss?

Fucking with your boss's boss.

Now the Viceroy is asking:

How could this all go so out of control?

We will get rid of Nair,

by whatever means necessary.

Have you gone mad?

We are talking about a British Knight.

An ex-member of the Viceroy's Council,

with the media spotlight on him!

We can't afford to touch him!

There's only one way out of this mess...

Giving him a crushing response in court.

Then we bring the best British lawyer from London-

Absolutely not.

That'll make the jury think we're hiding something.

This case must be fought by an Indian lawyer.

All the Indian lawyers are following in Gandhi's footsteps.

There is one lawyer...

Half-Indian, half-British.

He speaks fluent Hindi.

And he doesn't just speak,

he roars.

Yes, he's a little bit moody, but he's a genius.

Neville McKinley.

But he's probably wasting away

in some bar in Colaba.

Absolutely correct.

But...

I know a way to lure him back to court.

Divide and Rule.

Whiskey, please.

Cigarette?

I hear they're bad for health.

Sayaji Rao Holkar Case,

Bombay High Court...

The way you crushed both,

the police prosecutor and the opium smugglers...

Damn!

It was brilliant!

Insanity defense, wasn't it?

That day, I told myself...

This man will be one of India's most famous lawyers.

I'm sorry I didn't live up to your expectations.

You have a good evening.

Sankaran Nair is dragging the British Empire to court.

You must've heard the news.

Isn't he an old friend of yours?

So old, I've almost forgotten.

Your friend makes tall claims, saying he's never lost a case.

But it's true!

But it's also true that

he's never faced me in court.

Exactly.

That's the chance I'm here to give you.

I've lost interest in old friends...

and have no desire to make new ones.

What happened with you was very wrong.

The best lawyer in India,

not being offered a position on the Viceroy Council?

When I asked people about this, I felt really angry.

The filthy rumours they've spread about you...

That you're the illegitimate child of an East India Company official,

and that your mother was his mistress-

Shut your stinking little mouth!

You fucking scoundrel!

It's alright.

The one who spread this rumour was none other

than the other contender for the council seat.

And he did get the position.

Your old friend...

Sankaran Nair!

How can you forget that day?

I present the esteemed barrister,

Neville McKinley.

Neville.

- Thank you, sir. - Please.

Has the Viceroy's Council's stature stooped so low

that a shameless liar is being admitted in it?

Would you care to tell us

why you lied about your father's identity?

Lord Chelmsford, what do you have to say about this?

He's the one who leaked your most painful truth

to all of the press.

Now, you may not think much of me,

but the Viceroy holds me in high regard.

He was asking me

if I know an able lawyer.

The council seat needs a deserving candidate.

Nearer my God, to thee

Nearer to thee

Nair,

recognize this song?

No?

It's the same song that was playing in the Titanic,

right before it sank.

Counsel,

I believe it's your first case.

His too -

the first he'll ever lose.

All rise!

Honourable Judge McCardie presiding.

God save the King.

Good luck...

'Sir' Sankaran Nair.

Summon the jury for Sankaran Nair vs The Crown.

Sir, there are nine Britishers and three Indians.

Good morning, Your Honour.

Before the proceedings begin,

I'd like to present something to you and this court.

"General Dyer to be prosecuted as a war criminal. "

"Is General Dyer a stain on the Crown?"

"Should General Dyer be allowed to serve in the army?"

The proceedings haven't even begun,

and the newspapers have already declared my client,

General Dyer, as guilty.

Hence, I request the court

to bar the press from attending the proceedings.

Objection, Your Honour.

Knowing about this case's proceedings

is the fundamental right of our country's citizens.

This court cannot violate the right to free speech.

Your Honour, officers like General Dyer

command their officers on the basis of trust and respect.

If the press sows doubt in their minds like this,

the entire armed forces system will collapse!

For a military man, his reputation is everything.

-This is outrageous. -Are you saying it's not? Really?

It's only been a few months since the World War ended.

I'm just thinking out loud, Your Honour...

Is it worth putting the Crown's security

at such great risk?

This court is committed to protecting the right to free speech, Mr. Nair.

But the threat of a media trial looms large over this case.

Moreover, such a media trial

could also pose a threat to the security of the Crown.

On those grounds, I order the Court Marshals

to empty the courtroom of the members of the press.

Thank you, Your Honour.

No one could have put that better.

Your Honour, the court cannot use the law to silence us.

Mr. Nair, do not tell this court what it can or cannot do.

My order is final.

Mr. McKinley,

please present your opening statement.

According to Mr. Nair's story,

what happened on the 13th of April at Jallianwala Bagh

was a planned genocide.

That is your prayer, right?

When the truth is,

General Dyer and his troops

were just doing their duty.

And to prove this,

I'd like to call Miss Martha Stevens to the witness stand.

Objection.

A British woman who was likely not even at the Bagh...

What has she got to do with the case?

Oh, let me explain.

A dangerous gang called 'Danda Fauj'

was spreading terror in Amritsar.

From the evening of the 10th, General Dyer-

Your Honour, we're discussing the events of the 13th!

To which the events of the 10th are directly linked, Mr. Nair.

Without understanding them,

this court cannot judge General Dyer's intent.

Overruled.

Thank you.

The crown wishes to call

Defense witness number two on the stand, please.

Well done.

Well, it's too early in the day, but we'll take it.

I swear by Almighty God

that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

For the court records,

please state your name and occupation.

Martha Stevens.

I teach music at the Sikh Missionary College.

Ms. Martha, is it true that on the night of the 11th,

You went to Sadar Bazaar Police Station

to file a report?

Yes.

What was the report about?

On the evening of the 10th...

Just hold on.

Please...

Please take your time.

There you go.

Are you okay?

Ms. Martha, whenever you're ready, tell us.

On the evening of the 10th?

On the evening of the 10th, at 5:30 PM,

as I left the staff room after finishing work,

a man suddenly grabbed me in the corridor.

Before I could do anything,

he dragged me into the storeroom.

And then he brutally raped me.

Your Honour,

how is this related to the events at Jallianwala Bagh?

It is related, Mr. Nair.

Patience, please.

Is this the same man?

Ladies and gentlemen,

Your Honour.

Tanveer Chaudhary...

A student leader of the 'Danda Fauj'.

And this man even admitted to the crime

with great pride, mind you.

Because according to Tanveer Chaudhary and Danda Fauj,

this brutal rape wasn't a crime,

it was a revolutionary act!

On the night of the 12th, Tanveer Chaudhary was arrested.

Hearing the news of their leader's arrest,

the members of Danda Fauj took up arms.

On the 13th, thousands of people

had gathered at Jallianwala Bagh,

protesting against the Rowlatt Act.

In fact, a violent protest.

The members of Danda Fauj blended into the crowd.

They began inciting people.

They wanted to launch a murderous rebellion

against the British Raj.

They wanted to burn Amritsar down!

What those people wanted

was to start a deadly revolt, just like the one in 1857.

What Tanveer did with Martha,

they wanted to do to all the British women of Punjab!

And that is why, my client General Dyer-

To protect us,

for our own security,

took this necessary step.

That is all...

Your Honour.

Ms. Martha...

Thank you so much

for your bravery.

Your witness, Mr. Nair!

Your Honour, I'd like to request a short recess

before we cross examine the witness.

I suspect you will need more than a short recess, Mr. Nair.

Court is adjourned until Friday.

Sir, even if Martha's testimony is true...

Shooting thousands of innocents is still wrong, isn't it?

Dilreet, there's no right or wrong in court,

only winners and losers.

Finally, the Governor can sleep peacefully!

I didn't quit whiskey so the Governor can sleep well.

Sankaran Nair is defending a rapist.

From today, this should be the only thing

on everyone's lips.

Justice for Martha!

Let's go back home.

Some things are best forgotten, Sankaran.

You're not worried about yourself or me,

I get it.

But our kids?

What about them?

Thousands died in Jallianwala Bagh...

But that child died because of me.

What about that, Parvathy?

I will definitely fight this case.

The truth about Jallianwala Bagh

will be revealed to the entire world.

I teach music at the Sikh Missionary College.

Why did you do it?

All rise!

Honourable Judge McCardie presiding.

God save the King!

Don't be nervous.

Mr. Nair, please begin.

Your Honour,

I request that Dilreet Gill

cross-examine the witness.

Objection.

She's a member of the bar council

and my co-counsel since the beginning of this case.

Your Honour, it's very evident

that this is a strategy to manipulate the female members of the jury.

-Your Honour- -What you call manipulation,

is called sensitivity, Mr. McKinley.

Request granted.

Go ahead, Ms. Gill.

Ms. Stevens,

I know what happened with you was terrible.

But may I ask you a few questions?

You told the court

that Tanveer Chaudhary dragged you into the storeroom.

Yes.

Did you scream for help?

Yes, I did.

Did anyone come to your aid?

No, the school was closed.

So at 5:30 pm, when this incident occurred,

no one was around.

But the school church was open.

And when you screamed for help at 5:30,

Help!

there was a crowd at the church.

You okay.

We asked everyone who was there,

but, surprisingly, no one heard your voice.

Maybe her voice didn't reach the church?

Right?

It's possible.

So Tanveer Chaudhary dragged you into the storeroom,

he assaulted you,

and then he brutally raped you.

Did you fight back?

No.

Why?

I was scared.

I froze.

So you are saying that

when he was assaulting you,

you didn't even try to escape?

Objection.

Badgering, Your Honour.

This line of questioning cannot be acceptable.

Assault victims often get scared...

So scared that their mind and body shut down.

They freeze.

Sustained.

-Thank you. -Please move on, Ms. Gill.

You said you were brutally attacked.

Which hospital were you admitted at?

Does he know the answer?

Oh, so a private doctor treated you?

No?

Ms. Stevens, so you never went to any hospital...

I wonder why.

Have you read the book 'Nine Symphonies'?

Your Honour, what does this have to do with the case?

Mr McKinley, you will soon see

that this has everything to do with the case.

Ms. Stevens, please answer the question.

-Yes I have. -Lies. Total lies.

I remember each and every chapter of that book.

Really?

Who wrote the book?

George Grove, in 1876.

Wow, you even remember the year!

How many times have you heard the book?

I've heard it three times.

'Heard' it three times.

Heard, not read.

Can you tell the court who read it out to you?

Tell us, who was it?

I'll tell you.

You heard this book in that very storeroom,

in Tanveer Chaudhary's voice, wrapped in his arms!

Objection!

Argumentative.

There's absolutely no evidence to support this claim, Your Honour.

Mr. Nair found this book in Tanveer Chaudhary's room.

And it says,

"Dear Tanveer...

Love, MS. "

Do you gift all your students books like this?

Your Honour, this is their sensitivity!

Tanveer Chaudhary has already confessed to his crime-

That man could have stood in the dock

and testified against you.

But instead,

he confessed that he was guilty.

You know why?

Because he still loves you.

And you re pretending like you don't care?

How can you lie so shamelessly?

Is there a question here?

Are you embarrassed because he's an Indian?

As your honour and pride

is way more important

than an innocent man's life.

-Contempt of court Your Honor. -That the person can even lay his life for you.

Stop!

I can't do this anymore!

I'm sorry.

I really, really love him.

Tanveer is innocent.

That day, the principal caught us in the storeroom.

I was with a student...

And for the college, it was a great crime.

They took us to the police station.

The next day, the police offered me a deal.

That I should frame Tanveer for rape...

Or else they would kill him,

and destroy my family my college,

my school my reputation.

I'm sorry, I had no other choice.

That's all, Your Honour.

Today's proceedings have proved one thing...

That Tanveer Chaudhary was unlawfully arrested.

This court issues an order for his release,

and orders that the concerned police officers,

the Sikh Missionary College Principal,

and Martha Stevens face an appropriate enquiry.

This renders your entire case baseless,

what do you have to say about that Mr. McKinley?

Your Honour

Like everyone else here,

I'm absolutely shocked...

By Ms. Martha Stevens' confession,

and more so, by this shoddy police investigation.

However,

I want to point out something to this court.

Rape cases are investigated by the police department,

not the military.

Therefore, to insinuate or imply

that my client is involved in any sort of cover-up

is completely wrong and baseless.

My client only took military action

on the basis of the reports he was provided.

That is a lie.

It's a bloody lie!

Mr. Nair!

Mind your language. This is a court of law.

Sorry, Your Honour.

But General Dyer participated in a pre-planned conspiracy

and misused the police and military to commit genocide.

But that is your theory, Mr. Nair!

Where's the proof?

Let us not forget,

That we are only here to determine

whether or not my client General Dyer

is guilty of genocide.

And as far as that's concerned,

Mr. Nair has provided

no evidence, no photographs,

neither confessions, nor any eyewitness.

Mr. Nair,

all your evidence is circumstantial.

That is all, Your Honour.

There isn't enough evidence here to convict anybody of genocide,

let alone a respected military officer like General Dyer.

This court grants you two days.

If you fail to produce a witness,

your case will be dismissed.

Sir...

All records of the Gorkha and Baluch regiments have been erased.

It's like they never existed.

Dyer's senior staff will never open their mouths.

The Press has been shut out from court.

We have no way out now.

We have no witness,

no point of law...

It's all over!

What happened after that?

They made me sign a document,

and buried my complaint in Dyer's military service.

Can you bring me that military file?

Sir, they won't even let me near that office.

But there's one man.

He could help you.

Who?

Major Briggs.

Why would he help us?

Because he's not like the other British officers.

You have no idea what he did at Jallianwala Bagh.

You got a gun, haven't you?

Then use it MAN!

That's an order, Major.

Shoot!

I said, shoot!

What kind of a man are you?

Counsel, please call your witness.

We call...

General Reginald Dyer.

Objection, Your Honour.

The witness is not on the plaintiff's list.

You can't call him without prior notice.

But he's on your witness list.

What's the need for notice?

Mr. Nair has a point.

Let's call the witness.

Thank you, Your Honour.

I swear by Almighty God

that the evidence I give shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Mr. Nair, go ahead.

Order!

Order!

Silence in the court.

Order!

Mr. Nair, please proceed.

General...

Could you tell the court how you were involved

in the military operation at Jallianwala Bagh on April 13th?

Kartar Singh notified me

that the Danda Army had gathered at Jallianwala Bagh.

Hearing this,

my troops and I reached Jallianwala Bagh.

Then you fired tear gas there?

No.

Did you fire shots in the air?

No.

So how did you warn the crowd to disperse?

That wasn't a mere crowd, they were terrorists.

But they were still humans.

How did you warn them?

I was informed-

You forgot my question.

I asked you, how did you warn them?

I did not give any warning.

So you didn't follow military law.

You started firing at the crowd without warning.

I took action based on my 18 years of military experience.

There was no time for a warning!

And, to reiterate...

They were armed with weapons!

Eight... nine...

eleven-month-old babies,

shot by bullets in their tiny chests...

What weapons did they have?

Their Kadas?

Or their clenched fists?

Objection. Argumentative, Your Honour.

Protecting the nation's security sometimes costs innocent lives.

Sustained.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Mr. Nair... Move on, please.

General...

Do you recognize this man?

No.

This is Jaan Nisar Akhtar.

Perhaps your memory is weak...

But he was a soldier in your platoon.

Two months ago,

General Dyer kicked him mercilessly,

Twenty five times, with his iron boot.

He begged for mercy,

but he didn't stop.

What kind of Military General brutalizes his soldiers like this?

-Objection, Your Honour- -That was his punishment!

For being 15 minutes late to the base,

you broke three of his ribs and his spine?

The little bastard was not obeying army protocol!

Permission to approach the witness,

Your Honour.

Granted.

Thank you.

I haven't come all this way

to lose because of your stupidity.

How dare you!

He wants to provoke you.

Stay calm...

And speak like a military man.

Tell us, why did you hit him?

Two years ago, during the World War,

I was posted in Burma.

An officer relayed a message a minute and a half late,

and in one second,

I lost half my battalion to landmines.

Fifteen minutes is ten times longer than that,

Mr. Sankaran Nair.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

General Dyer's math is rather weak.

Your Honour, twenty five soldiers went to the city for a night out.

They all returned to the base fifteen minutes late...

But only one soldier was kicked 25 times,

Jaan Nisar Akhtar.

The platoon's only Indian soldier.

According to General Dyer's math,

kicking one Indian soldier with an iron shoe 25 times,

is equivalent to punishing 24 other British soldiers.

Am I right, General?

Your Honour...

General Dyer's military service records.

These records are proof

that General Dyer is mentally ill.

And his illness is called Intermittent Explosive Disorder.

He has anger management issues.

Some childhood incidents-

Objection, Your Honour.

My client's personal life is irrelevant to this case.

This case is deeply related to General Dyer's behaviour.

Your Honour, please allow me just a moment.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Bishop Cotton school, Shimla.

That's where General Dyer's hatred took root.

He went there to study,

but some Indian boys made fun of his stammer.

They bullied him relentlessly

Stammer-mouth! Stammer-mouth!

The sickness of hatred wasn't just in his mind,

it ran in his family too.

General Dyer's father believed hating Indians was his right.

Do you know what God said when he made an Indian?

Oops! I burnt one!

General Dyer inherited this hatred from him.

Over time, General Dyer grew in strength,

and in rank...

And his hatred for Indians grew with it too.

And soon enough,

he was blinded with rage.

So blinded that he didn't even realise

that the path to the Bagh was too narrow for tanks to pass.

How would he?

All he saw was blood.

No mercy.

He wanted to kill Indians not just with guns,

but blast them with tanks.

He wanted to blow them into pieces!

Objection!

Mr. Nair is insulting a loyal fighter for the Crown.

You're not a fighter.

You're a mass murderer!

Objection. Badgering, Your Honour.

You're repulsed by Indians, by our entire race...

Your father was a racist...

You are racist...

Your Honour, the counsel has lost his mind!

When you gave orders to fire at Jallianwala Bagh,

you were actually shooting

all those Indian kids at Bishop Cotton School,

who bullied you for your stammer.

Mr. Nair!

You forced unarmed women and children to jump into a well,

because you are utterly sick in heart, mind, and soul!

You stupid fucking Indian!

I should have killed you, like I killed the rest of them!

How's that for a confession?

That's all, Your Honour.

The court will hear final arguments tomorrow.

I told you, but you wouldn't listen.

We should've hired the topmost British counsel from London!

You are right, General.

The problem is

Nobody wanted to get their hands dirty.

In trying to save a racist from the charges of genocide.

I will not be spoken to like this.

Enough!

This is not the time to fight between ourselves.

Mr. McKinley...

It is about time we took some

unlawful steps to stop Sankaran.

Not at all.

You know what's the beauty of the law?

Everyone breaks it all the time.

The question you have to ask.

Which law is Sankaran Nair breaking right now?

Where is Mr. Nair?

Good morning, Your Honour.

I regret to inform this court

That Mr. Nair was detained last night

on very serious allegations

of breach of national security.

Go there.

Search!

Excuse me... Hello!

Mr Kartar! Do you have a warrant?

We've received information, Mr. Nair...

That you're in possession of classified military documents.

Yes, to use as evidence in court against General Dyer.

Who gave you access to these documents?

That's none of your business, okay?

We're not supposed to reveal our sources.

Alright, then.

I have to take you and your co-counsel into custody for questioning.

What? That's ridiculous!

On what grounds?

Oh, there are plenty.

Maybe your husband's a spy?

When Mr. Nair was left with no witnesses or evidence,

he stooped so low

that he used secret files

to defame a decorated military officer.

He weaponised my client's childhood trauma

just to provoke him.

What he said in a bout of anger cannot be deemed a confession.

It can't be taken as evidence for a serious crime like genocide.

Therefore, Your Honour...

This confession is baseless.

This case was just a means to defame the Crown.

Therefore, I request the members of the jury,

this court...

To acquit my client General Dyer,

his fellow officers, and the Crown

of all the charges.

That is all, Your Honour.

Thank you, Mr. McKinley.

The jury will now come to a decision.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honour.

Court Marshal, if you please.

In the case of Sankaran Nair vs. The Crown...

This court declares the Crown,

General Dyer, and his fellow officers as innocent.

Not guilty.

Anyway, thank you.

You're free to go now.

You were right about one thing, though...

I was bullied by a bunch of Indian pricks at Bishop Cotton.

One Sardar kid, particularly.

He was vicious.

He made me cry.

But that's alright.

I just took care of a lot of Sardar kids in Jallianwala.

Get out.

Let's go back home.

The world needs more people like you Dilreet.

Take care of yourself.

Leave this law profession.

Listen to us.

We've received many letters from Punjab.

I thought you'd be interested in this one.

It's from Kripal Singh.

My friend Sankaran...

You truly are a strange being...

Just like my son.

He wrote in his final letter that you came home to meet him.

Before I could answer the letter,

I got the news that Pargat had slit his wrist.

Trust me, friend...

My son may have been short,

but he was a pro at Kabaddi.

It must've taken at least three people to take him down.

Two must have held his hands and feet

while the third cut his vein.

After making the cut,

they must've held his wrist afterward,

waited and watched him writhe

until the light left his eyes.

But my Pargat was clever- a real revolutionary.

He knew this could happen someday.

So, playfully, quietly, little by little...

Before leaving, he passed his light on to you.

I hope, my friend...

That you will never let that light go out.

Look, I really like you.

But my mother's worried-

that since you've studied law,

you'll argue a lot at home.

I just want you to somehow put her fears to rest.

How?

By arguing with her?

We're challenging the court's decision by filing an appeal.

I want the official copy of the judgement.

Let's go.

Come on.

What copy, which judgement? Who are you?

Excuse me?

We're having an important conversation here.

Young man, let me tell you something important too.

Bring your mother to court, so she can learn to argue too.

It'll come in handy.

What?

Let's go. We're getting late.

Come on!

But-

Is this the complete judgement?

Yes, sir.

Are you sure?

A hundred percent, sir.

I got it from the court.

Then where's the verdict that the jury gave?

Find out all the details of the jury.

Dilreet!

Thank you

Sir, him...

Him...

And him.

Their bank records.

There's no way we lose the appeal now.

Appeal dismissed.

Excellent, thank you very much.

Very good news.

Excuse me?

What?

In cases filed against military officers,

there's very limited scope for appeal.

But Your Honour, we have new evidence.

We just need another chance.

Mr. Nair,

the lower courts have already given you many chances.

Please, I just need a minute to make my case!

The appeal is denied, thank you.

This court has a duty towards the truth!

We are done, counsel.

Dismissed!

All rise!

What a loser!

Whether you get money or a promotion as bribe...

What did you just say?

I am warning you

If I were you I'd choose my next words very carefully.

Sorry.

I should have said.

Fuck you.

That's it!

You are charged with contempt of court.

And you're hereby fined fifty thousand rupees.

Fuck you, and your fucking courts!

If you don't stop right now,

I shall get you disbarred.

You'll never be able to practice law again!

Go fuck yourself.

I hereby order

a disbarment hearing against Mr. Nair next Friday

Bailiff, remove him from my courtroom.

He's dug his grave.

"Fuck you!"

And that bastard had the audacity to tell me

that I can't control my anger!

Jesus Christ!

The game's over.

Thank you, Mr. McKinley

Welcome to the Viceroy's Council.

I've just defeated him.

I'm yet to destroy him.

His defeat won't get much attention from the Delhi Press.

What I want...

is for this man to be humiliated

in front of the entire world.

All journalists, newspapers, media...

Call everyone.

Only then...

will the game be finished.

I like that...

I like that very much.

It will also send a message to all Indian rats,

that they better not raise their voices against the Crown.

Let's put on a show, lads.

- Cheers. - Cheers, gentlemen.

Let's destroy him.

Mr. Nair...

You have been accused of filing a false case against the Crown,

bringing the British military into disrepute,

stealing military secrets

and lowering the dignity of the court by hurling abuses

at a high court judge.

Based on all of this,

we cannot consider you fit to practice law.

But...

If you plead guilty to these charges,

and render an apology to the Crown,

we can consider to show some leniency to you.

Mr. Nair, do you understand what is being said here?

Mr. Nair!

I have a request.

May I speak in Hindi?

You may, Mr. Nair.

But no need for any theatrics here.

I fold my hands,

bow my head,

and kneel to beg for forgiveness...

But not from this Crown.

I ask for forgiveness from my country...

Because, for many years

I stood in their courts

and committed grave injustice towards my own people.

Mr. Nair, what nonsense is this?

Sir, my biggest mistake was that I always thought

that courts only decide who wins or loses.

But a court's duty isn't deciding victory or defeat,

it's to determine right from wrong.

But that's impossible in your courts,

where telling the truth

puts you in the line of fire.

If you don't stop with this insolence right away,

The Court Marshals will drag you out!

Did you hear that?

A bit of hard truth,

and the guns are out!

Just like they came out at Jallianwala Bagh.

This is your disbarment hearing.

You can't talk about another case right now!

Actually sir, I can.

Rule 7C of Bar Council Rules...

A tiny by-law,

but a powerful one.

What the devil is he talking about?

We are getting there, Mr. Dyer.

We are getting there.

This law gives me the right

that if I have any evidence

that helps me prove

that the disbarment charges against me are incorrect,

then I can, during this hearing-

present them as evidence.

If you don't stop right now,

I shall get you disbarred.

Go fuck yourself.

I hereby order.

A disbarment hearing against Mr. Nair next Friday

Is this correct?

Neville, is this correct?

He fucking played us.

Stop the press.

- Stop the bloody press! - That boat has sailed, Mr. Dyer.

And stop interrupting me.

Two months ago,

Judge McCardie pronounced General Dyer innocent

in the Jallianwala Bagh case.

Not guilty.

In any case,

before acquitting the accused of all charges

All the jury members

must reach a unanimous verdict.

This means that in the Jallianwala Bagh case,

all 12 jury members

declared General Dyer 'not guilty'.

Am I right?

With the bench's permission,

I would like to call Juror No. 7,

Harold Laksi to the stand.

Go ahead, Mr. Nair.

Only the truth can save you now

We have your bank records.

Yes Mr. Laksi...

What was your verdict that day?

Guilty.

Can you please be a little louder, Mr. Laksi?

The world wants to know

What was your verdict?

Guilty!

General Dyer was guilty!

Thank you Mr. Laksi

Juror No. 5 and Juror No. 9 also declared General Dyer guilty.

Here are their written affidavits.

They state that the Crown used intimidation

threatening and bribing these jurors into silence.

Not only that,

the Crown even bought off Judge McCardie with a London posting

to turn him against the Indians.

And that's the reason

the jury verdict was removed from the official judgement.

The Jallianwala Bagh case has just one truth,

that the whole world should know:

General Dyer and the British Crown

are guilty of genocide.

Yes!

They are guilty of genocide!

Dyer didn't just shoot Indians with guns,

he left the wounded trapped in the Bagh for 12 hours,

So vultures and crows could eat them alive.

Could eat them alive

And the same night, Mr Chairman...

General Dyer, while dining at the European club, said:

"I only stopped shooting, because I ran out of bullets!"

I always wondered

how one human could be so cruel to another.

But in the last two years, I have understood

That we Indians aren't seen as human by these people.

We are animals to them.

Animals!

That's why they have boards outside their clubs:

"Dogs and Indians are not allowed!"

And that's why, during the World War

our men were sent to war like cattle for slaughter.

Over 74,000 Indian soldiers died in that war...

A war that wasn't even ours.

And it didn't end there.

Mr. Dyer came up with an ingenious form of punishment.

"The Crawling order"...

They forced us to crawl like snakes

through our very own streets.

They starve us of our own grain,

And when we pounce on food, desperate...

They laugh at us, saying:

These animals don't even know how to eat properly!

Yes. that's right.

We are animals!

Animals who can scream,

but not be heard.

Who must bow down to the law,

but cannot get justice.

Who can be a herd,

but never a country!

Well, this herd of animals is going to become a country...

And these animals

will no longer scream...

They will roar!

Tomorrow's light

won't come from the east,

but from your newspapers.

And tomorrow,

when the light of truth breaks out...

Their guns will start to stutter.

So go ahead - disbar me,

hang me or shoot me...

But hear this loud and clear:

Get the fuck out of my country!

Get the fuck out of our country!

Fuck off from here!

Out you go!

Long live the revolution

A crown that rests with pride

Long live the revolution

Long live Sankaran Nair!

Sankaran Nair didn't just indict Dyer,

he exposed the crimes of the whole British Empire.

Mr. McKinley...

Really?

Aren't you worried about your future?

My whiskey bottle will see me through.

You should worry about their future.

As lieutenant governor of punjab effective immediately.

Down with Tirath Singh! Down with Tirath Singh!

Down with Tirath Singh! Down with Tirath Singh!

I was wrong about you.

I thought you would sink like the Titanic...

But you turned out to be the iceberg.

Brilliant.

Stand down Sergeant.

General...

You have been withdrawn from the field...

With immediate effect.

Nair sir always spoke of a light...

Our identity,

our freedom,

the light of our thoughts.

My only prayer to Wahe Guru

is that this light burns bright forever.