All language subtitles for Rang.De.Basanti.2006.BluRay.en[original]

If your blood does not boil then
it is not blood, but water.

If youth doesn't serve the Motherland then it worthless.

Just a minute, Mr. McKinley,
one revolutionary is reading another.

Shall we go?

I wish it didn't have to end this way.

This isn't the end Mr. McKinley.
This is just the beginning.

There will be others.
Many others.

I always believed that there were
two kinds of men in this world.

Men who go to their death screaming...

...and men who go to their death in silence.

And then I met the third kind.

Sometimes in my dreams I can still
see them making that long last walk.

They never faltered.

They never so much as broke their stride.

But above all others I remember his eyes,

...how they looked at me.
Clear, defiant, never wavering.

Fuck you!

- Taj Mahal?
- Cheap hotel, ma'am?

Dollars? Pounds?

Peacock feathers?

Delhi map? Cheap hotel?

Are you helping her or hijacking her?

Get out of the way! Scoot!

- First time in India, madam? Don't worry.
- Yes! No...

Are you married?
Even I and my wife are married.

Sue!

How could I not?
Sorry, you had to do everything.

Your Hindi is really terrific.

Don't worry. Everything is ready.

The posters are all over the campus.

It's been announced on radio.

Many will come for the auditions.

What's the matter?

I couldn't tell you, but the truth
is there is no one but me.

No producer, no money.

- I know.
- You knew?

First Alice and then Beth Williams called me.

They said the documentary was off.

You said something to her in Hindi.

She asked me what it meant.
I explained. In full detail.

Sonia, you're priceless.

Here we are. Delhi University.

- How much?
- It's up to you.

Thanks Ravi, you are a sweetheart.

Please bring the bags up.

- Hello, which country, madam?
- India, I hope.

- Your room.
- Okay.

Get some rest now.
We've lots to do.

Call if you need anything you have my number.

Let's go Ravi.

Grandpa was right...

...he said when you come to India,
it's love at first sight.

Little ones, what do you have in your fists?

Little ones, what do you have in your fists?

I should be cast in the lead... because
I have dimples just like Priety Zinta.

When flowers bloom in spring

Jana, Gana, Mana, vande Matram...

When flowers bloom in the spring

No singing.
Recite 'Salute the Motherland'

- Salute the Motherland.
- Salute the Motherland

If you drank your mother's milk, come out.

I am the Don of Bombay.

Raise your hand and say, Salute the Motherland!

Salute the Motherland

Louder!

Louder!
Raise your hand and say it.

- Salute the Motherland
- Salute the Motherland

I have dedicated my life to the freedom of this nation.

I have dedicated my life to the freedom of this nation.

I... I know you want me to marry...

...but Freedom is my bride.

I know... I know... that...

I know... that you want me to marry...

...but freedom is my bride...

...but freedom is my bride...
Your obedient son, Bhagat Singh.

Bhagat Singh.

Bhagat Singh.

Bhagat Singh.

My name is Bhagat Singh.
Long live the revolution!

- Tea?
- Thanks.

Not quite it, right?

Some will do for minor roles...

...but for Azaad or
Bhagat Singh... no way.

It's all my fault.

No Sonia.
You're the only support I have.

Look, no point in getting depressed.

- Let's have some fun.
- I'm not in the mood.

O king of poets! What's up?

How are you?

I'm good. And you?

Aslam... Sue McKinley.

Are you studying at the University?

Wow! Great Hindi.

We live and eat there. But no one
has accused us of studying before.

Right, Sonia?

DJ! DJ! DJ!

Who are those nutters?

Let's rock!

I love you too, baby. Ouch!

Keep it coming!

Damn exhibitionists.

They'll never grow up.

Come on, tiger. Let's rock it.

Sukhi, show them!

Is he OK?

That's his normal state.

- Sukhi, all parts working?
- DJ!

Grandpa's hairy testicles!
Who's this?

Sue this is DJ. DJ this is Sue.

Hi!

Sue? She's so pink,
her name should be Gulabo(Rose).

She's quite hot...

I mean it's very cold.

Karan, you saved my life.

Aslam...

...you too saved my life.

It's ok.

She saved my life too.

No Sukhi, she didn't.

Never mind. She will someday.

- Coming...
- Relax, kiddo. You'll be my best man.

One more time...
Lose Control...

I'm a Rebel...
I am a rebel.

No students here, no teachers here

No students here, no teachers here

Here's to our kind of school.

Having fun, breaking rules

Lose Control...

Sukhi, you're just a window shopper.

DJ has cleaned out the store.

He's a stud.

- How is everyone?
- What's up, Rahul?

The usual...

How's your radio shadio going?

I'm a radio jockey, man.

Is it good?

I have a night slot on All India Radio.

You're set then.

Set? When the world's fast asleep,
I'm yapping on air,

You're in great company though.

Lovers. The sick.
Night watchmen and owls.

Laugh at my expense.

Talking about expense...

Trial period man. Zero pay.

A cigarette?

Okay, see you.
Take care, thanks.

- Conned again?
- Drop it!

It's Dad's money. Rotting idle.

Stop this obscene Western dancing!

How many times must I tell you?

Polluting our culture.

Get out of here!

Didn't you hear? Bastard!

This is my last warning!

No more aping the West Enough is enough.

Stop your cheap dancing!

Or I will break your legs and make you carry them.

Who are you to warn us?
If you don't like it get lost!

Bloody Muslim. Pakistani!

Let's finish it.

Hey! Clear out.

Last warning... get it?

Hail India!

You dare touch Aslam.
I'll beat you to a pulp.

Your mother won't know you.

Seen a baboon's arse?
Yours will be just as red soon.

Sir, let us grown-ups talk.

Messing about in a heritage site.

This will fix your itch.

Anybody hungry?
I could eat a horse.

Grandpa's hairy testicles!

If something had happened to you, I'd have killed you.

Is that how you say hello?

- Hey, how are you?
- I am fine, how are you?

- Mr. Rathod...
- Aslam, you're somehow taller.

Stop posing, come here!
That it is.

Hurry up, guys, I'm starving.

Go starve in hell.

- Mitro! Sweetheart.
- Mitro, my foot! Stay away, rascal.

Suddenly thought of your mother, eh?

I carried you for nine months
and washed your butt a million times.

Now you show up wearing torn jeans, thinking it's cool.

- Ma.
- Get lost!

Do you ever wonder if I am dead or alive?

What's up?

Drunk again!

You rascals!

Ma, feed us first, then yell at us all night.

Hasn't anyone eaten?

Sonia, you're even thinner.

Thanks Mitro.

Girls today! All bones and no flesh.

How will you bear children?

How will you bear children?

Aslam, my dear I didn't see you.

Here is my real son who stays in touch.

And you! Good-for-nothing.
I shouldn't have sent you to the city.

Look Ma what a pretty thing I've got you.

Your daughter-in-law.
Her name is Sue.

What? A memsaahib?

Yes! All the way from London.
That's why I couldn't come.

Your blessings, Ma.

Your son is a brat.

Grandpa's hairy...
She understands Hindi!

So she understood everything?
You understand everything?

I'm screwed!

I'm off to bed. Your beds are ready.
No driving back so late.

I saw them then, like they leapt
out of the pages of grandpa's dairy.

Bhagat Singh, Chandrashekhar Azad, Rajguru...

...Durga Bhabhi and Asfaqulla Khan.

They were sitting right there in front of me.

Sue, where are you?

Will you act in my film?

What?

Will you act in my film?

Why are you all laughing?
I'm the hero of her film.

They're champions at acting.

They do it all day.

You will be perfect as Bhagat Singh,
Chandrashekhar Azaad...

...Ashfaqualla Khan and Rajguru.

And Sonia will be my Durga Bhabhi.

Such sweet Hindi.

All this talk of patriots is boring.

Boring? They sacrificed
their lives for freedom.

Hah! Freedom! Have you seen
the state of this country.

No one believes in this crap.

One minute. I do.

I believe in my country.
Else why would I fight for it?

Maybe it's just cool being a pilot flying expensive jets

and wearing sexy jackets.

And the girls!
They love men in uniform.

I admit there's a bit of all that.

But I'm willing to die for my country.
I am proud of it.

Proud of what?

Our exploding population?

- No. Unemployment.
- Corruption.

What tops the list?

No country is perfect, Karan.
You have to make it perfect.

Right.

It's settled then You keep trying to make it perfect.

I head for America.
Nothing's going to change in this dump.

You won't be able to leave us.

She really does speak Hindi!

Asshole, you didn't tell me I made an ass of myself.

Please ask them.

You don't give up, will you?

They won't do it.

Yes, they will. I will bring them.
DJ's promise.

Karan, stub it.

My respects.

May you live long.
When did you come?

Some time ago with some friends.

- Who is he?
- DJ's grandfather.

Lord, keep him safe.

Good morning Karan. Back so early?

Sir, I didn't know you were in town.

Just arrived an hour ago.

It was a long flight.
How's college?

- It's fine, Dad.
- Have you decided...

...which American university
you'll join next year?

I hear good things about Management Program at Michigan.

There's Carnegie Mellon and Wharton.

I know the list.

Hello...

Wait!

I can't hear you.
Call back later. I said, LATER!

I know you're familiar with the list.

But nothing comes easy in life.

You have to plan things out.

Every second a baby is born in
a gutter in India. But who gives a damn?

Neither the government not God.

Take it away! Be someone in life.
Or else you'll end up a servant.

Not another lecture please.

A generation of texting.
More than...

...four lines sounds like
a lecture to you.

I can't hear you.
Ok, I'll go outside.

Tell them the deal is off.

You're wasting my time.

The quality of Russian goods is suspect anyway.

In the open market they'll barely get half of that.

So, let them decide.

At an Indian wedding everyone is fed.

Not just the groom and his family, the wedding band too.

Tell him to wire the money.

Think it over.
They'll string you along.

DJ promised me.

DJ promised?

You really make films?

Karan! You're late.

Where are the others?

The Young Guns Of India.
Very dramatic!

Where are you going?

Well, that's one part cast.

Karan must know where his friends are now.

8!

Wow. 9!

What a babe! Oye Chotu...

...get me a cup of tea...

2! Tell her to go.

6!

10! She looks like a hen!

Dude... look at those legs!

Shake it baby, shake it.

Oh Shit!

No, she's an 8 or 9.

I knew it.
Stuffing your faces.

You lazy good for nothings.

We were about to come, but.

Karan is late.

Karan? He showed up.

Oh, I get it!
We're waiting here, he's waiting there.

Utter confusion.

You're Ashfaqulla Khan.

- You're Rajguru.
- The hero right!

And you. Know who you are?

The Master of disguise and deception.

Chandrashekhar Azad.

I could die for you.

Learn your lines.

Rehearsals tomorrow. 8am.

- Nine!
- Sharp at 8.

- Oh that? ok.
- You've already wasted a day.

Kiddo, how pretty my future wife is when she's mad.

Bitten by the bug of love!
No hope of surviving

What's new, Laxman?

The Party's bosses are very happy with your work.

The protests you instigated against westernisation...

...have helped us score
over the other parties.

Take this.
For you and your boys.

No sir. I don't do it for money.

I believe in the Party's principles.

That may be, Laxman.

But every movement needs fuel to run.

Keep it.

March 14th. We started rehearsals.

To say I was nervous, would be an understatement.

Whatever you do to me, you cannot break me.

I have befriended pain...

and walk holding the finger of Death.

DJ idiot! Don't screw up my concentration.

Shhhh....The finger of Death!

I have committed my life to the freedom of my country.

I know you want me to marry, but freedom is my bride.

Your obedient son, Bhagat Singh.

Who the hell talks like that?

Obedient son! Freedom is my bride!

That's a great line for Sukhi.

Anyway, no girl will marry him.
Atleast let freedom be his bride.

Go on laugh, bastards!

Sue, what have you done to me

The season has changed and the world so pretty

The Miss Freedom contest-the Sari round.

I thought I'd get into character.

Hey, Miss Universe... ity.

This isn't going to work.

You must work harder, take it seriously.

Until you get the emotions right
the characters won't ring true.

Go on, try! Something will emerge.

Hey! Something has already emerged
from Sukhi. Congratulations.

You look like a revolutionary now.

Gulabo! I'm the one setting the right mood.

DJ, quiet! You'll get a wallop soon.

Smile... smile... she smiled! She's mine.

Bhagat Singh believed in it.

And he was just 23 when hanged for it.

Times were different then.

Today if you say you want to give your life
for your country, know what they'll say?

Are you nuts?

None of this makes sense to me.

Don't think about the words.

Just grasp the emotion.

- Try again
- Let's try again. Come on.

I have committed my life to the freedom of the country.

An easy life, a job, and other
worldly desires have no meaning for me.

Like all parents, I know you want
me to marry. But freedom is my bride.

I, the son of Mother India, swear by fire...

I, the son of Mother India,
swear by fire and take this oath...

Aslam's got it right.

He looks a girl in the eye and recites poetry,

holds her hand, reads her palm.

DJ, I'm scared, I'll stay a virgin all my life.

Kiddo, as long as I'm there, you won't die a virgin.

Promise?

DJ's promise.

Who knows how many people you'll change.
Set them on the right path.

You have the art of changing destinies.

Your love line is very strong.

The man of your dreams will come to you
in a black T-shirt and say.

Sue, what have you done to me?

I have no love line.

You licked it off as a baby.

The Defense Minister Shastri has been
implicated in the MIG kickback scandal

What depressing nonsense!
Let's go.

To the Mahal of the Taj...

To the Minar of Qutub...

To the Kumari of Kanya...

To the Panjim of Goa...

To the Kaancheepuram.
Long live bad, long live good

They all have something to say

India and Pakistan

Bangladesh all in a song

Khajuraho to Coimbatore

Here's to our kind of school.

Having fun, breaking rules

To the corners of the earth

What is our search worth?

What is our destiny?

From the Gateway of India

Up to the Himalayas

Across the Ganges, Yamuna,

Here's to our kind of school.

Having fun, breaking rules

Lose control

See you tomorrow.

You're my mate. I'll take you home.

I'm nearly there. Take it easy.

We are far from drunken oblivion
to forget the lane you live in.

To forget the lane you live in

Grandpa's hairy testicles!

Friends like that are rare.

One day all this will be over.

- We'll all go our separate ways
- But you will stay in touch.

That never happens. Life happens.

Find a job, make money.
Get married, settle down.

A dance to life's tune.

This side of the college gate, life dances to our tune,

On the other side, life makes us dance.

Know something Gulabo?
I graduated five years ago.

But I'm still here.

I don't get it.

- I want to stay at university forever
- But why?

People know me at campus.

DJ is a big shot here.

They say DJ is the man.
He will do something.

But out there in the world, the best DJ's
are crushed... lost in the crowd.

Grandpa's hairy testicles!
It's the beer making me rant on.

Gulabo, another thing terrifies me.

Acting in your film.

Don't worry... I'm there for you.

My friend is tall but his lane is small.

- Its Aslam's lane.
- Mind you watch it I'm Muhammad Ali.

- Don't be silly... Don't be silly.
- Muhammad Ali.

Where have you been?

See you tomorrow.

You've been drinking too?

Father, you know I don't touch alcohol.

- Good-for-nothings!
- They're my friends.

Friends? They feel no shame
meeting your father, reeking of alcohol.

Can't you have Muslim friends?

- They want to disgrace your religion
- What's religion got to do with it?

Shut up! Dare raise your voice
in father's presence.

He's right.

This country has never accepted us
Muslims and nor will it ever.

Doesn't your blood boil?

Have I Hindu friends?

I don't think the way you do, nor do I wish to.

I've no hate...

You're a coward!

Stop it!

I suffocate in this house.
Always the same talk.

Each year, a celebration will be
held at the shrine of martyrs

Those who have sacrificed their lives
for their country will never be forgotten

- Excellent!
- Well said Ashfaq Sahib...

If only the English could hear you they'd run.

So what's been decided?

We rob the Empire's money from the
Lucknow train as it passes Kakori in 8 days.

With it we buy weapons.

Bismil will explain the plan.

Bismil... Where is my Ram?

Where is my Ram?

How will I find Ramprasad Bismil?

- Relax. We will find him.
- But where? How?

You won't find Ramprasad Bismil among this lot.

You need a true Indian.

How can you find one amongst people
who themselves want to be westerners.

Ignore him. Let's go.

Bismil prayed to be reborn a hundred times.

So he'd sacrifice his life for his country a hundred times.

Let's go, Sue.

You tell me.
Where will I find my Bismil?

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

We have yet to test the strength of the murderer's might

Why does he not say a word?
The one in my sights has his lips sealed

O martyrs, O men of valor, I'd give my life for you

In every lane even the enemy sings your praise these days

When the time will come, we shall show you, O sky,

What is the point in speaking
now of what lies in our hearts?

They drag us all together in hope of execution,

Those fired by passion gathered in the murderer's lane.

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

We have yet to test the strength of the murderer's might

Sue, this isn't London.
You don't know scum like Laxman Pandey.

If he's in then I'm not doing this film.

If you have a problem say it to my face.

Why stab me in the back like a sissy?

Pandey, go!
We don't want trouble.

Speak up! You coward.

Aslam, sit down.
Where are you going?

How dare you touch Aslam!

Thrash him! You bastard!

Hey hit him.

I'm sorry, I asked you to be part of my film.

What was I thinking?

There's always been bad blood between Pandey and us.

- And will happen again if I stay.
- No, it won't. I assure you.

We've worked it out.
No more problems for you.

We all know what this film means to you.

We all want you to finish what you came to do.

Everyone wants you to stay.

I want you to stay.

Say something...

Don't worry, I'm there for you.

Come on... Get up.

She smiled! She's in!

Kiddo, she isn't going anywhere.

Grandpa's testicles!
What a drama queen! Clean up now.

What a mess!

The next four weeks were the hardest of my entire life.

And the happiest.

God is one. Truth is his name

He is the Creator.
The Fearless. Without Enmity

The Immortal. The Unborn,
Self-illuminated

By the grace of the Guru

Recite. True in the beginning

True before Time. True in the present

Guru Nanak will be forever true

Thought cannot create Him

Even though one may try.
He cannot be attained through silence

Even though meditation is unbroken

The devout's hunger for God can never be satisfied

Despite the many worldly riches you may have

Use the riches as you will.
But none will help you to attain God

How shall a man justify himself?
How can the screen of falsehood be torn?

Nanak, by abiding the will of God as ordained by Him

The Pure belong to God.

And Victory is God's alone

Take a little soil of my land

Take a waft of perfume from the crazy wind

Take a breath from
my ever-quickening heart

And the passion red like the blood that flows in my veins

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Colour me in the colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

The colour of sacrifice

Bismil sent a message:.

The Lucknow train...

The one with the whitey's money, we rob at Kakori.

Eating kebabs at the same time.

With that money we buy bombs.
What will we buy? Bombs!

Leave her alone!
She'll stop giving us milk.

Colour your dreams.
Colour the ones you love

Colour happiness.
Colour sadness

Colour the new generation.
Colour the crops

Colour your heartbeat.
Colour the music, colour your face

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Take a little soil of my land.
Take a waft of perfume from the crazy wind

Take a breath from
my ever-quickening heart

And the passion red like the blood that flows in my veins

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Mix all this together and bring a new colour alive

Bismil's message. The train headed
for Lucknow... Hey, Chotu.

Did you get Bismil's message?

No? Then listen.

In eight days, we rob the train at Kakori.

It's loaded with cash.

- Will you help?
- No.

We will buy arms with the money.

- What do we buy?
- Arms.

Good. Go!

Let love simmer...

...on a low flame

Take a waterfall, add some river

Take an ocean, a few clays pots,

Then stir it all together and bring the new colour alive.

Colour me in the colour of sacrifice

Bismil has sent a message...

...the Lucknow train...

...carrying money...

...will be robbed by us
in Kakori in seven days.

That money will buy weapons.

Colour the town

Colour your life

Colour your smile

Colour your veins

Colour your childhood

Colour your youth

Paint everything in the colour of patriotism

Colour me in the colour of sacrifice

The Kakori robbery on August 9th 1925.
That's where it all started.

Nothing would ever be the same after that.

They are about 25 British Officers.

We better call it off! We're nearly
at Kakori. Stop Ashfaq, quick.

Ashfaq, stop!

It's too late to back out.

Stay calm!

Keep the windows shut...
no Indians will be harmed...

The keys!

They'll catch you.

- Give me the keys!
- I don't have them.

Banwari, the sledge-hammer.

I'll handle them.
Get the money...

Kakori had sent shock waves throughout the establishment.

The people had found new heroes.

But we had no to blame but ourselves.

What we were hearing were the echoes of our own guns.

The Jallianwala Baug made
an essentially nonviolent people...

...consider taking up arms.

This was when Bhagat Singh stepped out of the shadows...

...to claim his destiny.

I've committed my life to the freedom of this country.

An easy life, a job, and other worldly desires
have no meaning for me.

Like all parents, I know you want me to marry...

But freedom is my bride.

I hope you forgive me.
Your obedient son... Bhagat Singh.

Shall we break?

You mean breakfast?...

General Dyer.
How could anyone do such a thing?

I never realized he shot 400
innocent people at Jallianwala Bagh.

The official figure is 379.

Actually, over a thousand were butchered...

An amulet. I prayed at the shrine
of a Sufi saint for Daljeet's well-being.

Who's Daljeet?

Pah! We were champions at tolerance.

Even an ant bites under attack.
We never fight back.

We did. But today's generation don't.

Have you heard of Uddham Singh?

He went all the way to London and shot Dyer...

...who led the Jallianwala Baugh massacre.

Eat Sonia.
Butter will strengthen your bones.

Every mother in Punjab has given a son to the army.

Sacrifice runs in our blood.
We've always fought back.

- Only idiots like DJ don't.
- Why do you drag me into everything.

Shut up and eat!

From childhood we are taught to 'adjust'.

6 guys sit on a seat meant for 3
A 7th shows up and says 'Please adjust!'.

Hey! Why are you adjusting?

Isn't it strange?

This is our country, our land.
And foreigners hound us here.

Ashfaq, go to Afghanistan...

We have many Muslim friends there.
You will be safe with them.

After all, you're one of them.

One of them?
Don't I belong to this country?

That wasn't what... Ashfaq...

I didn't mean to hurt you.

This country is as much yours as mine.

You have the right to fight and die for it...

Forgive me.

Why talk of dying?

Allah willing, we will live to see our
grandchildren grow up in free India.

Run!

Run Ram... Run...

Where are the others?

Where is Azad?

Azad was not a man to be found easily.

A master of disguises he appeared and vanished at will.

After months of frustration a breakthrough
came for the British Government.

Banwari Lal, weakest of the revolutionaries in captivity.

The man who had given us the whereabouts of...

...Bismil and Ashfaqulla agreed
to be the bait to trap Azad.

Banwari!

Just look into my eyes...

I love the singing and dancing.

That's why we make movies, to dance.

Ya right Mr. Hollywood.

- So where are we going?
- Where to?

Bro! Where to?

Special day, special place!

I was a kid when I came here for the first time...

I'd watch planes take off and disappear in the sky.

They've gone mad!

Come on, face it, you'd love to do that too.

You mean howl at planes and tear off my shirt?

That's fine by me.

Dream on...

Boys and girls and Sukhi the skirt chaser.

Why pick on me.

Ma'am, if you can spare the time will you
spend the rest of your life with me?

Without telling me, take me somewhere far away

The place in which you smile

That place is heaven to me

How sweet life is now

I have just tasted it and realized.
How sweet life is now

The place in which your arms hold me close.
That is the shore for me

Without telling me, take me somewhere far away

Float through my mind like a gentle breeze.
Fill the caravan of my dreams

The song you sing, is the song for me

Without telling me, take me somewhere far away

The first thing that hit me about this man was his voice.

I knew then my job was not going to be easy.

I'll come back later.

I won't stop until my country is free.

I don't believe you can wait till then.

My name is James McKinley.
I'm here to ask you...

...where Azad and the
other terrorists are hiding.

Not terrorists. Freedom fighters.
Call them Freedom fighters.

Breaking a man bit by bit...
they said it would get easier with time.

It never did.

The torture went on for sometime but Bismil didn't break.

Both men had made pain their friend.
They didn't break.

Instead they did something
I had never seen any prisoner do before.

The desire to rebel, now fills our hearts

Immortality will be yours, Ashfaq,
Living on eternally beyond death

I think it was the poetry
that held their souls together...

...as the torture tore their bodies apart.

The torture didn't work so we thought of other ways.

Son, here is the Holy Quran.

Hindus like Bismil will have their country.

They are just using Muslims like you.

He isn't fighting for Hindus' freedom
but for India's freedom.

Never mind. What would you know?

You've got used to licking the boots of the British.

Where are the other terrorists?

Tell me. You'll be spared.

December 19th.

You aren't to blame, Mr. McKinley.

You're only doing your duty.

How can this be your will?

Tell me.

How can this be the will of God?

Has someone died?

Sue, I've never seen these guys so serious.

What are you doing to my friends?

It's not me.

- Laxman, aren't you coming with us?
- Some other time.

Come on. I'm leaving tomorrow.

I'm not hungry.

You don't have to eat.
Just come.

To Ajay and Sonia!
May they always be happy.

Two things are dearer than life to me Flying and Sonia.

What is a mere heart?
Take my life instead

You're so lucky.
You found your passion.

- You have your poetry.
- Like DJ has his singing.

Everyone has a passion.
You just have to discover it.

Like our revolutionaries.
Freedom was their passion.

Nothing in this world is
worth dying for. Nothing!

Except a beautiful woman!

- Enough, DJ
- Ok, Mother.

Some things are worth dying for.

Forget it!

They died for the country, right?

Did it make a difference? Pointless!

See the state of the country now!
Who cares anyway?

I do.

People like Ajay do.
They fight for this country.

So people like you sleep in peace.

Take my life instead

Sonia, don't be stupid.

Sonia's right.

You're a foreigner.
Easy for you to say that.

All our life we fight for basics:

food, clothes, a roof over our head.

Try to change the system and it'll end up changing you.

Corruption is in our fucking DNA
This country has no future.

Grandpa's hairy testicles!
She's talking about the past,

you're talking about the future.

One foot in the past, one in the future.

That's why we're pissing on the present.

Be serious for once.

It's easy to sit on the fence and talk big.

Cursing others is even easier.

If you're so concerned then you change the country.

It's yours' too.

Join politics, the police force.
The Civil Service. Change things!

But you never will.
Shall I tell you why?

Because nobody wants to get their hands dirty!

Be brave, go on... Change the future.

Nothing will change.

It's always been this way.
Start change and it's the end for you.

Correct! The only difference will
be the style of your ending.

I'm not drunk. Ask Sue.
Sue, am I drunk?

See? The director's word is final.
Cut it!

Kiddo, where was I?

The style of your ending.

Yes! The style of the ending.
Ours will be the same.

Wrapped in white shrouds.
Grandpa's hairy testicles!

Only Ajay will be wrapped in the Indian flag.

Karan, even the street dogs won't bark when we die.

But Ajay will have
a twenty-one-gun salute.

- What are you doing?
- Attention!

Karan, this is for you.

For me?

Girls fall for him anyway.
I need the jacket.

Aunty! You have such
a dutiful daughter-in-law.

Watch, now she'll pay her respects to Ajay.

DJ's right. Touch my feet!

Sue, see what women in this country have to endure.

You must respect tradition.

Even Sue knows a woman's place is at her husband's feet.

Really?

They're still kids.

Half the time they're fighting, then they're making up.

Sweets, can't you stay a bit longer?

If only. But I can't, Sweets.

Sweets!

O beloved, don't leave my arms.
I promise, I will break down and cry,

I can imagine how Sonia is feeling now.

My Dad was in the army too.

Early in marriage, I felt bad too.

Slowly I realized that he first belonged to the country.

Then to me.

Whether you like it or not you have to accept it.

I am so happy Ajay has found a girl like you.

- Now I can die in peace
- What are you saying, Ma?

You'll be telling stories to your dozen grandchildren.

Grandchildren? They'll only happen
if you stick around.

The enemy sits in waiting, a weapon in his hand

Here we are ready with hearts of steel

We will play with blood
if trouble casts a shadow over our land

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

The enemy sits in waiting, a weapon in his hand

The hands of men filled with passion
can never be slashed with swords

Their heads may be severed but never will they bow

The embers in our hearts burn even brighter

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

We left our homes with shrouds wrapped around our heads

We forge ahead with hearts revealed

Life is a passing guest

Death is here to stay

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

A storm rages in our hearts,
revolution rushes in our veins

We will overcome the enemy, we shall not be stopped today

Our goal is not far from sight

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

The desire to rebel now fills our hearts

Just before dying Lalaji said, Every blow rendered on me

...is a nail imbedded in the
coffin of the British imperialism.

It was the calm before the storm.

We have to take drastic measures.

Meaning?

Kill him.

Let's go.

Bhagat, run!

Go! I don't want to kill an Indian.

In the days that followed, Azad,
Bhagat Singh and the others went missing.

This was the period when they coined two words...

Long live the revolution.

Long live the revolution!

Two words that became the slogan
for India's freedom movement.

Wonderful plan!

But Bhagat, escape will be impossible.

Escape? No. The point is to get caught.

What?

If we get caught, there will be a trial.

The trial will allow us to speak to the people.

We shall rouse them.

Whoever is caught maybe sent to the gallows.

I know...

Deaf ears need a loud noise to hear...

Long live the revolution!

They were only smoke bombs, intended to
awaken England from her dreams.

And they had more than achieved their task.

The time of unrest is here

Embers are smouldering

The tide is turning

A new wind blows

The time of unrest is here

We are political prisoners...

We're allowed books.
And pens and paper.

And a daily newspaper.

No food till then.
We're going on hunger strike.

The fast and the torture went on
for 114 days. 114 days!

Never before in the history of any
revolution had anyone lasted so long.

In such inhumane conditions
we could crush these young boys...

...but we could not crush their souls.

Our words are so insistent

Our desires are so insistent

This storm is so insistent

We are so insistent

Make your mark.
What have you to lose?

Drink this spirit in one long gulp.
Let life make you drunk

Rejoice this moment!

Let yourself go

There's life in your breath.
The storm will wait for you

Unrest fills their eyes

Unrest quickens their heartbeats

Unrest is in the air

The time of unrest is here

Dark shadows loom over us.
We will brighten the sky

The time of unrest is here

Grandpa's hairy testicles!

Breaking news.

We have just heard a MIG fighter plane has crashed.

This is the second accident in the past six months.

The Defense Ministry has ordered an immediate enquiry.

We hear that the pilot...

...Ajay Rathore has died in the accident.

Fit. Lt. Ajay Rathore
did not eject from the plane.

Instead he flew away from Ambala city
and crashed in an open field...

...saving many lives.

163 MIG planes have crashed so far...

...killing 66 pilots.

This game of hide-and-seek
has gone on too long.

Come home now, won't you?

I have looked everywhere for you

Your mother is weary

Dusk has fallen

I worry about you. My eyes are weary.
Come home now

Mother, you won't believe where I am.

Here I can fly in the wide open sky

A place of dreams you spoke of

My kite flies here without a care

No one to steal the kite's string or cut it loose

Fit. Lt. Rathore chose not to
parachute out of his plane.

...steering it away from Ambala city.

His bravery saved many lives.
Though Fit. Lt. Rathore paid with his own.

100 MIG-21 planes have crashed
in the last ten years.

And 30 pilots have died.

Defense Minister, the CAG states the
spare parts bought from the Russians...

...were defective.

Is this a case of high-level corruption?

No, not at all.
I have clarified this in Parliament.

It's a complete lie.

Young pilots today are irresponsible and rash.

No! I don't agree...

Fit. Lt. Rathore was an ace pilot.

He trained under me.

He was a gold medalist.
The youngest pilot to clear night sorties.

He has flown a 1000 hours.

Hardly the record of an irresponsible pilot.

Defense Minister, how many more
pilots will you send to their graves...

Will all our boys die the same way.

How do I show you the wonders of this place?

I have drunk from flowing waterfalls

I have touched hanging clusters of dreams

Here sun and shade walk hand in hand,
everything seems bright and new

Here there is nothing I lack

Yet I feel so alone without you Maa

From now only selected pilots...

will fly this aircraft.

Not irresponsible pilots like Ajay Rathore.

What crap!

I have nothing to hide.
I welcome any enquiry.

This damn MIG investigation better not ruin us.

Public memory is short.
I'll sort it out.

Dead pilots live long in the memory of the media.

Didn't they join the armed forces
to sacrifice their lives?

All eyes are moisten in the memory of Ajay Rathore.

In these eyes, there's growing anger.

Aimed at the Government.

And at the Defense Minister.

Ajay Rathore's mother is with us today.

The Government can't turn its back on us.

They will have to tell us.

Why were defective MIG spare parts
bought in the first place?

An aircraft can be made again.
But our children can't.

It's clear. The Defense Minister
is responsible.

He must resign.

An enquiry into the scam is underway.

But only time will tell how much truth emerges.

Mr. Mishra, what is going on?

The Defense Minister says Ajay Rathore was a novice.

He avoided crashing over the city.

When it developed a snag
he didn't try to save his own life.

He flew clear of Ambala city saving thousands.

Yet the Defense Minister insists
on branding Rathore a novice.

We ask how many Ministers

have enlisted their sons in the Army.

I'm not budging. This is for Ajay.

It could turn ugly.

Let it.

Our blood flows angry through the streets

Seeping through the mirror of our eyes

Flowing from our bodies

Embracing the ground

Winding through streets.
Surging and sweeping

To paint a new world, Blood flows

From gaping wounds

And deep gashes

So slowly

Accusing fingers are met by clenched fists

Blood flows angry

To paint a new world, Blood flows angry

- Doctor, she's badly injured.
- Take her to emergency!

Wait here please.

So many innocents were beaten.

Mr. Mishra, why didn't you stop them?

You protested against our government?
It's unacceptable.

It wasn't against the government.

...but for the truth.

Our soldiers sacrifice their lives for the country.

While some Ministers fill their pockets
in return for these young lives.

Our Party does nothing.

Come, sit down.

Have tea.

Don't be so emotional.

There's no place for emotions in politics.

The Party has great hopes for you.

- You'll do well in life.
- I don't care about you or your Party.

You sold out too.

- How's Aunty?
- She's having an MRI test.

I am sorry. She's in a coma.

She's badly injured. And the shock
of her son's death too.

You're hurt too. It needs stitches.

Call me if you need anything.

Aslam? How is he?

Haven't you done enough damage?

Uncle, you're mistaken.

I'm not interested in what you think or your intentions.

But listen carefully.

Aslam doesn't know what's good for him.

He's emotional.
He thinks from the heart.

This is a bad time for us Muslims.

I don't want him to get into trouble because of you.

Go in.

All parts working?

Don't make me laugh, idiot. It hurts.

How's aunty?

In a coma.

What is happening with us?

Some dinner?

Never mind, Aunty.

We only came to see Aslam We must return to the hospital.

My behavior towards you...

I was always... I'm sorry.

Eat.

Everything is falling apart.

I only stood and watched.

People like us don't count here.

Thousands like Ajay can die.
It will make no difference.

Nothing will change.

Ajay did everything right. And yet.

He was a good pilot.
A good friend, a good son.

Never harmed a soul.

He didn't deserve to die.

Our Sonia didn't deserve this.

As I watched DJ sleep that night
a funny thought occurred to me...

...may be DJ wasn't sleeping.

May be none of them were.
May be they were all waking up.

Karan, they've ruined your jacket.

Long live India!

No one could touch that scoundrel.

What can we do anyway?

He controls the law of the land.

We have to take drastic measures.

What do you mean?

What do you want to do?

Kill him.

What?

Kill the Defense Minister!
Are you crazy?

We aren't killers Sonia.

But they are.

Do you know what you're saying?

It's not a blood lust. We want justice.

I'll find a gun.

Don't stir things up, Pandey.
Thrashing people is nothing to you.

But to us...

Is Ajay's death nothing?

And what's happened to his mother is nothing?

Be sensible.

He will pay for Lalaji's death.

We cannot spare Scott.

But...

I never believed we had it in us to fight for anything.

I believed that too... until now.

We're being crazy.

He goes for a walk at 8 every morning.

We'll finish him off.

Finish him off!
Who is going to finish him off?

I will.

Security is more relaxed in the morning.
We still might get caught.

We chance it.

The Defense Minister was out this morning
when two unidentified men opened fire.

He was shot in the chest and declared
dead on arrival at the hospital.

No one has claimed responsibility.

The Government suspects a foreign hand behind the murder.

The country has lost a great leader,
murdered by cowardly terrorists.

A true patriot who died for his country.

His contribution has been exemplary.

A tapped phone call has revealed that...

...Rajnath Singhania is
linked to the MIG scam.

This conversation took place some days...

...before the Defense Minister was shot.

The Russians want us to reduce our cut.

Didn't you tell them I make the deals,
not the Defense Ministry.

Let's go.

Come on.

V. K. Shastri was killed by
two unidentified persons.

Paaji, where's DJ?

They were here. Now they're gone.

He didn't come home last night.

Is everything alright?

Yes.

He said he'd stay over at DJ's.

Is DJ here?

Is everything alright?

Come with me... Sit, sit.

- Don't worry. No harm will come to them
- But DJ...

Daljeet has always been a little devil.

He'd vanish on his bike and

stay out all night long.

I have only one son.
If I had more, I'd sleep better.

I'm scared!

No, child. Don't be scared.

Guru Nanak will take care of everything.

When you fall in love leave the rest to God.

The Defense Minister, the martyr.

Bastard! One of India's favorite sons.
A priceless jewel!

Next they'll give him Bharat Ratna.

The bastard! All in vain.

People must know the truth.

So who will tell them?

We will. We'll give ourselves in.

What?

Yes! Inspector, this is what happened.
And then that corrupt Minister.

Inspector, you get the picture?

To whom do we surrender?

The police? They're puppets.

Well? Do we twiddle our thumbs
and let them spread lies?

No! Let's finish them off.

Shoot the lot. Right, Pandey?

Shut him up!

You knew your father was involved.

You knew everything.

No, Sukhi.

To hell with Sukhi! You boody liar.

You've always wanted to take revenge on your father.

Kiddo, don't talk rot.

I don't count, right?
He's your favourite...

- DJ, he's used you.
- Shut up Sukhi.

He has used us all.

Mark my words.
His father will save him.

And we'll get caught.

I don't want to die.

We did this for Ajay.

Now what, DJ?

- Have you thought it over?
- Yes.

I need to know the truth.
Don't worry.

I'm not worried. Just don't be late.

No harm will come to you, Karan.

I promise. Nothing will happen to you.

Tell me who else is involved.

I know people in high places.

I'll get the best lawyers.
You'll be ok.

But I will get you out from it.

Remember, just say you were forced into it.

Say something.
Do you understand?

Everything I worked for will be lost.

Why did you do it? Why?

Why did you?

Me? What did I do?

They don't fear death.

Ajay always said: Let death strike.
I'll do anything for my country.

Ajay... You'll sort it out...
out the country...

Ajay was burnt alive.
Not for the country.

You killed him!

You made a mockery of his life.

I know you're upset.
But what's done is done.

Relax! Let me handle things.

I'll find a way out.

Is there a way out, Pa?,

Yes, many.

Sukhi, it's okay.
No one will blame you.

No.

Kiddo, try and understand.
It might end badly.

Without you guys, it's the end for me anyway.

Grandpa's hairy testicles! Come.

Maa, Ajay's death will not be in vain.

What is it about these boys that make them have no fear?

I think sometimes a person can be pushed
so far that they reach a place beyond fear.

A place where you find a strange peace where you...

...free yourselves to do
the right thing.

And sometimes that's the hardest thing to do.

This is Rahul.
Your favorite night-time host

...let's listen to R.D. Burman's
romantic music.

Karan! What brings you here?

Need a favor.

Anything.

We want to go on air.

I don't get it.
You want to be on my show?

Now! Live.

I want to go on air. Now! Live
Is this some kind of joke?

They'll fire me.

You owe us. Payback time.

The studio is all yours!
Come in.

Gun! He has a gun!

Karan, go in. Let me handle it.

Keep the mike on.
Or you'll get switched off.

Get outside. Don't panic.

Paaji, anyone in there?

Uncle, run. Don't stop!

Security! He's armed.

Leave the building. Move it!

Come on! Get out of here.

Everybody leave! Out! Move!

Don't panic, we won't hurt you.

We won't hurt you, go!

You'll come to no harm. Move it.

Nothing will happen to you, don't worry, move...

Hurry!

It's 6.05 am. I'm Rahul. You're listening
to my show, The night is young.

I have a surprise guest for you today.

An old friend of mine. Karan Singhania.
He wants to say something.

My name is Karan Singhania. My friends
and I killed the Defense Minister.

My friends and I shot the Defense Minister.

Ravi, take me to the radio station.
Quickly. Hurry!

We aren't terrorists. We don't work
for any foreign organization.

We don't belong to any political group.

We're simply five Delhi university students.

The reason why we shot the Defense Minister is...

...because he murdered our friend,
Fit. Lt. Ajay Rathore.

And many other Air Force pilots too.

We shot him because he killed Ajay,
and then sullied his name.

Ajay's mother sacrificed her husband
and son for this country.

She's in a coma, fighting for her life.

A Defence Minister is supposed
to protect the nation. He sold it.

What will stop these men? The law?

They manipulate the law and use it against people.

We killed him...

...because he always
got away with it.

Maybe we were wrong.
It's a sin to kill.

But we could no longer take it.
We came here to confess our crime.

We are here to tell everyone something must be done.

We must all do something.

The Defense Minister's...

...murderers are hiding in
the All India Radio building.

Karan Singhania and his friends are here.

If you want to talk to them, call this number...

While you dial...

It's done.

Hey, you rascal!

Right this minute, I know for sure

There's a fire somewhere in me

The dawn has broken

Burning me

I swallowed the sun whole, I'm face to face with the light

Once lost to me

Was a dream

I found the dream again

It's come alive

Once made of iron

Melting now

Lingering notes, A new melody

Melted into a sitar.

What's prison food like?

Food? Think, no beer!
Grandpa's hairy testicles!

You guys are famous. They are calling
you from all over the country.

Come on! Talk to them.

Your ideas are spreading like wildfire.

- Police!
- Police!

Where did they come from?

You'll ruin my career.

Shut up! Get out.

Karan, go on air.
We haven't much time left.

They'll arrest us soon.
Tell them what you need to.

The Delhi police have surrounded
the building. They are rescuing the staff.

The news of the Minister's
murderers has just reached Calcutta.

Reporting from Bangalore.

Reporting from Churchgate in Mumbai.

Reporting from Cotton College in Guwahati.

Reporting from S. P. College in Srinagar.

Reporting from Lucknow University
where many people are reacting.

I'm Prakash. Congratulations!

All politicians must be lined up and shot.

Mr. Prakash, how many would
you line up and shoot?

Corrupt ministers didn't drop from the sky.

They're one of us.
We voted for them.

We're just as corrupt.

If you want change, change yourself.

Sharma speaking.
I'm a headmaster from Indore.

You have set a terrible example by killing the Minister.

You're right, sir. We're sorry.

But name us any minister or politician,
who has been imprisoned for his crimes.

Who else is on your hit list?

We have no hit-list.

How do you feel having killed the Defense Minister?

We didn't kill him for personal reasons.

And we're still enraged.

If you're caught, you'll be sentenced
to death. Aren't you scared?

No.

The All India Radio building has been surrounded.

The college students who confessed
to the murder are inside the building.

Karan, I don't know if you're right or wrong.

Though I must praise your guts,
Do you think you'll get away with it?

If we did, we wouldn't be here.

Shoot on sight!

We can hear the sound of gunshots.

Shit! They're shooting at us, DJ!
They're shooting at us.

Shut up, will you?

They think we're terrorists.
And we'll shoot back.

Wait! Let me handle it.
Don't panic.

Shoot me! Go on! Shoot!

Sukhi, what have you done?

Shit, DJ! I'm still a virgin...

My name is Indira. What's the
difference between you and a terrorist?

There is a difference.
Terrorists don't identify themselves.

They kill innocents, that's the difference.

Aslam, Close the door!

We're not terrorists.
We're not murderers.

We wanted justice.

Why are they shooting college students?

Shomu Bose, NDTV, India.

This country will never change.
This is India.

It has always been like this.
And always will be.

No country is perfect.
You have to make it perfect.

We'll join the police force,
the armed forces. The Civil Service.

We'll be part of the political system
and run the government.

This country will change.
We'll change it.

That's fine. If the Defense Minister
may be guilty.

But what about the allegations against your father?

I'll find a way out.

Is there any way out, Dad?

My name is Daljeet Singh.

There are two ways of living life:.

Accept things the way they are.
And endure them.

Or take responsibility and change them.

Karan Singhania killed his father before coming here.

DJ! You're bleeding so badly.

It's ok. My blood was tired of flowing
in my veins. It wanted to be free.

Aslam... Laxman... Sukhi?

It's all over.

Kiddo, I think I'm in love.

I never told you.

Grandpa's hairy testicles!
I can't stop thinking about her.

Well, she's pretty special.

You'll make a great pair.

The question of kids worries me.
Who knows if they'll be black or white.

You damn clown!

I always believed that there were
two kinds of men in this world.

...who go to their death in silence.

Men who go to their death screaming and men...

And then I met the third kind.

We shall spread this fire.

A new wave will end corruption.

We needed this to shake people out of their complacency.

We'll soon be a great nation.

Free of corruption.
Allah willing.

Lord, accept the sacrifices of these children.

I come here with Sonia a lot just like old times.

And sometimes I hear the voices
carried by the evening breeze.

Not words just sounds, sounds of laughter.

Come, Bhagat Singh.

Father, what are you doing?

I'm sowing a single mango seed.
If I plant one, a thousand will grow.

Hey, you rascal!

Right this minute

I knew for sure

There's a fire