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Sir!

If you do this, we'll be committing a terrible sin.

All of Benaras will want us dead.

Even the soldiers won't support us, sir.

Sir. Sir!

It'll spark an uproar, sir.

Don't do it, sir!

Sir!

Let them pass.

Let them pass.

Where are we headed, Dada?

The boatman knows.

To Calcutta.

To meet Bagha.

Bagha Jatin.

In the presence of His Lordship, Sir Neville Hartwright,

and under Section 302,

on account of the brutal murder of English officers

the court awards a death sentence to

R.C. Majumdar, the leader of Anushilan Samiti, in Alipore Jail.

The court recommends that CID officer Shams-Ul-Alam receive

-an appropriate reward for his service. -Thank you.

I presume it went well.

Of course, it did.

Shams-Ul!

You spineless Brit lapdog!

Do we have a confession?

Sir, we have a confession.

Not one, but 47 of them.

You feeling alright this morning, boy?

Sir, every single person present in that court

has owned up to the murder.

Wow!

Brilliant.

They know damn well we can't punish all of them.

They are mocking us, Marwin.

Sir,

this order has come from the Viceroy.

Genius!

Where are they?

Attention, please. All the prisoners must clean their rooms.

Inspection will take place in a little while.

Lord Hardinge...

has issued an order.

We have to find the man

who dared to kill a British Officer.

The one...

who fired the shot.

And if he isn't found,

all of you will be released,

and we'll accept

that you succeeded in defeating the British Empire.

So, shall we try this one more time?

Who

killed

Officer

Shams-

Ul-

Alam?

Really?

Marwin,

let them all go.

Sir.

Sir, please don't do that.

We'll skin them alive before the news reaches Delhi.

Not at all, Marwin.

We have to follow the orders.

We do as the Viceroy commands.

Lucky chaps, all of them.

Out of the 46,

you need to keep an eye on one, Marwin.

Just one.

When I fired the shot,

they all flinched...

except one.

He didn't blink.

He didn't move a muscle.

No one stayed back,

except this one.

And a few seconds later...

Jai Bhawani (Glory to the Goddess Bhawani)!

He paid his respects.

Prisoner Number 19.

He's their leader.

Name?

Jyotindra Nath Mukerjee, sir.

The children of Bengal call him Bagha Jatin.

I wasn't asleep.

Dada!

Dada! Dada!

They have arrived.

Hot water has been kept in the courtyard.

Get off me, you devil!

-I won't! -Let go of me!

Leave me alone, you rogue!

Hey, you, new boy!

Don't learn everything from him.

They are all bloody savages!

Go now! The water will get cold.

Boudi (Sister-in-law)...

Luchi.

He wants it.

I know who wants it.

I'm already preparing it.

-No, I'll keep it. -Give it to me!

Over smart boy!

Boudi.

For you, Pishima (Aunt).

Go, have a bath.

Here...

Boudi, don't make it too crispy.

Krantikari Babu (Mr. Revolutionary).

Krantikari Babu,

I didn't tell them a thing.

Not a single thing.

-Sachin. -Pratibha!

Tell us! What's your plan?

Where is Rash Behari Bose!?

Tell us!

-What are you doing? -It needs more mustard...

Get your hands away!

This is my kitchen. Don't forget.

Now shut up and sit quietly.

"Rash Behari Bose"...

You might be a great man to this country, but this is my kitchen.

Nothing moves in this house without my permission, understood?

Not salty enough, not spicy enough, this is wrong, that is wrong.

Here, make it yourself!

Go on, do it.

It has a little less mustard...

That's all I said.

Did I ever tell you

how much gunpowder to put in your firecrackers?

But you know,

I can make that too.

Pass me a lime.

I know.

Here.

Oh, the young Krantikari Babu is here!

Nanibala Boudi.

After eating food cooked by her,

death feels a little less frightening.

This...

this is exactly how he pleases the Brits.

Go, sit. I'll get dinner.

-Dada! -Take this.

Da--

Sachin!

Dada!

Rash!

Rash!

If there's a reward of 12,000 on your head,

then mine should be at least 25,000.

Is this a bloody joke?

What if the bullet had hit the mark?

A complete menace!

Your aim is just like Bose Babu's...

How confidently he went to defeat the mighty British Empire

and couldn't even land one clean shot!

Chote (Young one)!

Always remember...

that even a scolding from Bagha Jatin...

is as good as a blessing.

How are you, Bose Babu?

Alive.

You could've caused some real damage.

Apologies, my friend.

Isn't 25,000 a bit much for you?

Bring water...

A telegram came in from our informant in Jessore, sir.

Bagha Jatin has returned to the city after two years.

Reached Howrah this morning by train.

Sub-Inspector Mondal and I followed him for quite a while.

But when it started raining,

I lost him in the narrow lanes of Thakurbari, past Bara Bazaar.

No.

You didn't lose him.

He caught you.

If Bagha Jatin has truly returned,

then something big is on the horizon.

He has a plan, Marwin,

and we need to know what it is.

Shut up, you bastards!

Singing in the middle of the night!

Not letting me sleep!

If Rabi Thakur hears you sing... he'll faint and fall!

Boudi!

Cheers, Boudi!

Dyer will only breathe easy after putting a noose around your neck.

You know that, right?

That's exactly what keeps the faith alive, Dada.

These bloody Brits should always feel

how far they have fallen behind us,

and how utterly thick-headed--

Did I say something wrong?

We need to make a big move, Bose Babu.

One that makes the Brits realize

that they are merely guests here.

And this can't be done with stolen goods

or homemade bombs.

Dada...

What if I told you we're ready to raise our own army?

An army that can hurl the Brits

out in one clean strike.

Will you believe me?

For a man...

who has torn a tiger apart with his bare hands...

Nothing is impossible.

Abani Dada's younger brother.

Sachin.

We've laid our homes,

our private lives...

open before you like a book.

The market is shut.

No one can enter or leave the Tola.

Is it the intention of the Majesty's Government

to starve the children of Bengali Tola?

Calm down.

Calm down, everyone.

Lt. Col. Dyer's forces,

acting under Section 98 of the Criminal Procedure Code,

didn't just raid one house.

They meticulously tore through them all.

But despite all this searching and digging,

Lt. Col. Dyer found absolutely nothing.

So what now?

Since you couldn't find proof,

will you just manufacture it?

Tell us!

Are you going to frame all of us now?

I had supported you, Lt. Colonel,

but I'll be damned if I lose my commission over this.

The curfew stands revoked!

Long live Abani Dada!

Namaste.

I would like to have a word with... Pratibha.

I'm here to tell your father

that unions are ordained by destiny.

Whether you take the wedding vows now or later doesn't matter.

From today, you are the daughter-in-law of the Sanyal family.

If you wish, you can come with me

and stay with us.

I am just as certain

that my destiny is to become Sachin's bride.

And don't worry, Dada.

He will return soon.

I'd like to only come as Sachin's bride.

What is there to worry about, dear?

That fool has so much to come back to.

See you soon.

Dear Pratibha.

It is said that in the fight for freedom,

there is no place for love.

But what is the point of freedom,

without you by my side?

As a revolutionary,

it is entirely forbidden to communicate with your loved ones,

but now it is my nature to call out to you, Pratibha.

And when I met Pishima,

she showed me a way.

Putul...

Brijmohan Kaka has brought some sweets.

Had you ordered anything?

Thank you, Kaka.

To hear the earnest desires of my heart,

you must twist around my words.

The language is a little mischievous,

just like you.

"From the end, the story begins.

And before the final moment, something new takes shape.

What appears to be the last is truly the first.

A profound thought... a play of time."

Before the final moment, something new takes shape.

Before the end...

something new takes shape...

what looks like...

"What appears to be the last is truly the first."

The first?

What appears to be the last is truly the first!

There you are!

I knew you'd figure it out.

You are so clever, you know.

I wish you were here with me.

I wish there were no distance between us.

It is only these wishes...

that have tied your fate to mine.

I wish...

when the setting sun glints off the brick roofs,

a fiery beloved would skip over the terrace walls,

and run right towards me.

What happened?

Are you blushing?

Oh Lord,

your stubbornness!

I have so much more to tell you, Pratibha,

but look at you...

Come on, read ahead!

One thing always bothers me...

that although I have sailed out to achieve my dreams,

you are the one paying for it.

I truly hope that one day...

I will be worthy of this price.

Here...

I have begun my efforts to prove my worth.

After Rash Dada and Jatin Dada,

it is my word that carries weight.

The Jugantar Brothers respect me deeply.

It is just how I had dreamed.

-Greetings, brother. -Greetings, brother.

Greetings, brother.

I am lying.

Every time I come close to the finish line,

it scrambles away...

But...

it is your thought that steals me away from my troubles.

The wink in your laughter...

ripples in my ears.

When I close my eyes,

your big, bright eyes

and the even bigger questions inside them come rushing in,

giving strength to my desperate, empty mind.

Desperate?

Shailja!

-I won't read it out loud! -Okay, sorry, sorry. Go on.

I hope that my next letter...

is filled with evidence of my own contribution to the revolution.

Till then, I must live through others' triumphs.

I've just read some new Ghadar newsletters.

Har Dayal Ji has published couplets by a new poet.

I have transcribed it for you.

Please read it as if I were sitting right there, by your side,

reciting them to you.

"Marathi, Bengali, one blood, one path.

Hindus, Sikhs, Muslims, weave them all into one fray.

Together, raise your voices.

Against an empire of tyranny.

Gather all and proclaim aloud.

Recite the chant of freedom.

Because without a spark, the darkness will never fade.

Come quick,

let's light a revolution!"

Dear?

Yes, Maaji (ma'am)?

You know how to read, don't you?

Yes. How may I help?

My husband has sent a letter from Lahore Cantonment.

My father-in-law has passed away,

so I needed help reading it.

We'll need to send a reply too, won't we?

-May I help you write that as well? -Yes, please.

Please, sit down.

Dear Sudha.

They say war is on the horizon...

Perfect!

Ready?

Here, put this on.

Hurry up.

Easy there, champ, take a breath!

There's a cigarette in the bag.

Light it.

Take a gentle drag and breathe out slowly.

Good.

-Be alert. -Let them pass.

Remember what I told you, Bhadra Bengali Babu?

Working late?

Just chasing after that bonus, sir.

Briefcase?

Let them go.

Keep your feet flat on the ground, Chote Babu,

or I'll tip you straight out of the rickshaw.

What's wrong with him?

You should've just told me that I was nothing but a pawn

in this game of chess you two are playing.

He's not happy being a pawn.

Jai Bhawani!

A king and a pawn are the only pieces that can just move one square.

And yet it is the pawn...

Who can flip the entire game.

Bose Babu, perhaps it's time...

Chote Babu, are you ready?

Come on, let's take an oath together.

Place your hand on your heart.

Close your eyes.

-Come on, sing with us. -Chote!

On every second Saturday of the month,

a ship called the Tactician anchors here, at the Royal Calcutta Docks.

From that ship, a weapons-loaded consignment of Rodda Arms and Company

is unloaded at Dock Number 61.

The consignment is loaded onto four bullock carts,

which 150 soldiers escort to the Rodda Arms warehouse.

But this Saturday, everything will change.

Because this Saturday, there will be a fifth bullock cart

that our Jugantar Brothers will drive.

And instead of taking it to Rodda Arms,

they'll divert it here, to the Harry and Sons warehouse.

With the blessings of our senior leaders

and the two years of training by our Jugantar Brothers,

this heist will be possible.

And one man will make this all possible.

Dada.

Shirish Mitra,

Customs Officer at Rodda Arms.

He handles every second Saturday's consignments.

At the right moment, he will let the fifth bullock cart go.

Now, we won't just have our homemade bombs,

but the full resources to take on the British.

To steal one crate, we require only two men.

One customs officer

and the bullock cart driver.

This is a two-day job, and you have been preparing for two years?

Bagha Jatin wouldn't wait two years for such a small job.

Dada!

What's the matter?

Bose Babu, didn't I say

we need to raise an army?

What sort of army do you think we can raise with just one cart of weapons?

All five of them?!

Exactly.

Seventy Webley MK VI top-break revolvers.

Seventy Bodeo 1889 revolvers.

Twenty Gewehr 1888 rifles.

Fifty Springled rifled muskets.

Fifty Mauser C96 semi-automatic pistols.

And 200,000 cartridges.

With this, we can certainly raise an army.

Shirish will handle one bullock cart.

But to pull out the remaining four...

The 150 soldiers who escort these carts to Rodda's warehouse

will have to be distracted with something else.

Bose Babu, do you understand now

why it took two years for this Saturday to arrive?

Because for the first time in two years,

British Raj's most dreaded criminal,

the man with a 12,000 rupee bounty on his head...

is standing right here in front of you today.

And if he, on this second Saturday,

comes face to face with those soldiers...

it will be total chaos.

Absolute chaos!

Greetings.

Look again. Are you sure it was him?

Yes, sir. He's here. I've seen him.

Get the location from him.

Sir.

A wire just came in from Calcutta. Bose has been found.

Get all units ready.

Rash Behari Bose has been located.

Set up checkpoints every two kilometers.

Jai Bhawani!

Hurry up!

Go faster!

Wait!

Rash is in Calcutta!

The tenth Jat Regiment has been ordered to move.

The tenth Jat Regiment has been ordered to move to Howrah Junction immediately.

Catch him!

Tenth Jat Regiment, please proceed towards the station.

The remaining units head towards the warehouse.

By order of the Prevention Act of 1911,

this dock is being shut down with immediate effect.

Everyone inside must collect their belongings

and exit the premises within two minutes.

Only dock employees

and registered coolies are permitted to remain.

Keep your identity cards ready for inspection.

We have searched the entire house inside out, sir.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

People don't just bloody well disappear!

Search every roof. Search every house.

The railway station!

The railway station has been completely sealed, sir.

He can't escape.

Marwin, how did you deploy a unit to the railway station so quickly?

It's the second Saturday of the month, sir.

I called in the tenth Jat Regiment from the docks.

They were close by.

The one heading to the Rodda Arms and Company warehouse.

I just spread them around to lay a trap.

Hey!

The railway station is closed! Leave!

Get up and leave immediately.

No trains are running tonight.

Greetings, sir.

-Move it! -Marwin!

Sir.

This is the trap, Marwin.

All of it.

You were wondering

why Bagha Jatin returned, weren't you?

He has returned to pull off

the biggest theft this country

and the British Raj has ever seen!

Sir.

Drop your weapons!

Nobody will be harmed. Drop your weapons.

On the ground!

Come on, move!

Everybody is on the bullock cart.

Hurry, Prakash!

Prakash!

Prakash! Open your eyes!

-This way, Dada! -Get down, Sachin.

Continue shooting!

-How did the Brits find out? -Sachin... shoot!

Don't let them proceed.

Sachin, shoot!

-Don't let anyone follow! -Don't leave your positions!

Fire!

Don't let them escape!

Jai Bhawani!

Fire!

-There are too many. There are too many! -Dada, careful!

Hey?

They shouldn't escape.

Don't give them a chance!

Fire!

Babai, look.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Come on. Open your eyes.

-Get up! Hey, open your eyes! -Dada, we need to get out of here.

No, Dada. You leave!

-Dada, they are coming this way! -I won't leave anyone here!

-We won't be able to save them! -Leave!

-How can I just leave them here? -Sachin, get the cart!

-You can leave if you want. -We need to get out of here!

-I won't leave. -Open your eyes.

All of us will die.

Dada, let's go!

Sachin, get the bullock cart out, now!

Dada, let's go, or we will all die!

Company, head the other way!

This is not the day to die as martyrs!

How can I leave them here?

Come on.

Marwin. Take from the other side.

Go! Go! Go fast!

Good evening. Military Intelligence Headquarters,

Lt. Col. Dyer's office, Subedar Maan Singh speaking.

He e-escaped, didn't he?

Dada, let's go!

-How do I leave them? -We will have to leave.

Dada, we will have to leave.

They won't survive.

No, Dada. You leave.

This is not the day to die as martyrs!

They didn't die,

they became martyrs.

I will not let their sacrifice go to waste, Dada.

I was right all along, Maan Singh.

These c-cowards are the most vicious

criminals of the B-British R-Raj.

They've made their move.

Now... it's our t-turn.

I don't recognize you.

I'm here to meet Rash Behari Bose.

There's no one here by that name.

Strange.

This is the address I was given.

Addresses can be wrong, you know.

Who knows where they all are h-hiding.

Lord knows which corner a spark will r-rise from

and set the entire B-British R-Raj on fire.

I've come bearing a message for him.

But the fire is coming, Maan Singh.

And t-there is...

no d-doubt about that.

Lala Har Dayal sent me here,

all the way from America, San Francisco.

If Rash Behari Bose challenges the British Empire,

he'll need an army.

Tell him to raise the battle cry.

We have an army ready for him.