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-Our land! -Our right!

-Our land! -Our right!

-Our land! -Our right!

-Long live! -Ajit Singh!

-Long live! -Ajit Singh!

-Long live! -Ajit Singh!

-Long live! -Ajit Singh!

Lala Ji. Please come.

We don't have time.

Har Dayal?

Lala Ji, just a few more minutes!

Well done, Har Dayal.

Your passion surpasses your age.

Every single one of your words will stitch together

even the smallest corners of the country, Har Dayal.

This pen will become your weapon.

Charge!

Lala Ji.

Lala Ji!

-Are you alright? -Yes, I'm fine.

Rash, make sure... Har Dayal escapes safely.

There is still a lot of fight left in the two of you.

May God protect you!

Help me!

Lala Har Dayal has sent me here,

all the way from San Francisco, America.

Abani...

I think... the boy seems truthful.

Baba, the difference between seeming and being truthful

might cost us dearly.

Shonku, you still haven't finished your turmeric milk!

Stand back!

Move aside!

Mr. Sanyal.

Arrest warrant.

An arrest warrant for Sachin.

They want to take you in for questioning.

-Baba... -Yes.

Baba, check on Shonku in Calcutta.

I will go with them.

Officer.

Dada...

Attention!

Under the Prevention Act of 1911,

a curfew is being imposed across the entire

city of Calcutta with immediate effect.

Any gathering of more than two persons

will be considered a violation of the law.

And violators will be subjected to lawful punishment.

Check every document.

Any connection to these revolutionaries.

Any connection.

Rash Behari Bose,

Jyotindra Nath Mukherjee,

and Sachindra Nath Sanyal

are to be handed over to the police immediately.

On suspicion, the Calcutta Police will arrest their associates

and interrogate them.

Anyone who knows their whereabouts

or has any kind of information about them

must inform the police at once.

Whoever helps and supports the terrorists

shall be subjected to strict punishment.

Anyone who shelters the said terrorists

shall also be subjected to strict punishment.

Anyone found outside their house

without a reason will be arrested immediately.

Sir.

Lt. Colonel.

Gentlemen, it is a simple proposition.

Somebody is going to make the first deal.

And you do not wish to be left behind...

Lt. Colonel has arrived, sir.

Lt. Colonel Dyer.

Welcome to Calcutta.

Shall we have tea?

Have a seat, please.

You have had a long journey.

The crockery is a gift from the Governor of Incheon.

And I'm told

it is over 200 years old.

The British Empire's most important city

s-seems to be behind bars.

Excessive, don't you think?

Excessive?

Isn't it as excessive

as the reward for Rash Behari Bose?

How much is it again?

12,000 rupees.

Your curfew will not stand above

t-their faith.

From tomorrow...

t-the a-auspicious Durga Puja begins.

The holiest of days for the B-Bengalis.

It is not me standing in the way of their celebrations.

All they have to do is turn over the dissidents.

A-and yet in front of strategy,

faith always wins, Commissioner.

Sure.

Even if they turn the traitors in

for the sake of their faith.

Then, they can celebrate as much as they want.

You cannot give someone up

if they are not even here in the first place.

Chandernagore...

He grew up in his maternal home in Chandernagore.

It's near Calcutta.

And it's a...

French Colony, my lady.

Chandernagore is on the other side of the Hooghly River, right?

-Keep this money. I'll see you. -I'll be prepared.

-Okay? -Don't worry.

Everything is ready.

The boat will be ready in the evening, and in a few hours,

you will have crossed the Hooghly and returned to Calcutta.

But the police in Calcutta are already on your trail.

And there is a strict curfew.

It might be better to separate and spend a few days apart when you arrive.

Dada, what if the bags get soaked in the water?

But...

Take care of Mami! Keep your head down!

R-Rash B-Behari B-Bose,

I welcome you,

and all the stolen weapons you've brought along.

Play hide and seek all you want,

but today you won't win.

Take my advice,

and come out on your own.

Fire!

Jai Bhawani (Glory to Goddess Bhawani).

Jai Bhawani.

Jai Bhawani.

Jai Bhawani.

Fire again.

Company, reload.

Halt.

In the name of the French Government!

When my security guards at the docks

told me the British had walked into my city

with a small army,

I did not believe them.

A single British soldier on French soil...

is blasphemous.

And let me remind you that you are standing on French territory.

This, my friend,

is a declaration of war.

Please...

My friend!

You need to understand

that the men inside that house

are wanted for crimes against the British Raj.

And I am a servant of the French Government,

my esteemed friend.

Until I have orders

to hand over a single person from my city

to the British,

I am afraid you will have to go through us.

Marwin.

Company, stand down.

Mr. Bose.

Seventy-two hours.

That is how long it will take for the British

to get the permission for your arrest.

Are you planning to sail to Calcutta?

Think again.

The British Army

will be waiting on the other side of the river.

My men will take possession of your weapons.

We have the same enemy.

Which is why I'm helping you.

I'll leave the weapons you have on you.

Perhaps, you all should kill each other

rather than give the British the joy of doing it themselves.

Take these arms!

Sir, the French are b-being difficult.

They are not allowing us in their t-territory.

We have the t-terrorists contained in Chandernagore.

Their only escape is via the Hooghly...

into the B-British B-Bengal.

DCP T-Tegart's curfew has Calcutta firmly sealed.

B-Before B-Bose and his accomplices attempt another escape,

we need His Majesty's help.

Did you hear that?

Goddess Durga has sent a message.

You all still have the strength to fight the British.

Do not lose hope.

The Goddess Durga will light a path.

Keep faith.

Everything will be fine, you'll see.

Attention! Attention!

Reminder to all residents, that today, on the day of Mahalaya,

the curfew imposed by the order of Deputy Commissioner, Charles Tegart,

remains in effect the entire city of Calcutta.

Celebrating Durga Puja will be considered a violation of the law.

And any gathering of more than two people

will lead to a fine of 100 rupees

and an arrest of up to six months.

All citizens are instructed to return to their homes

and obey the law.

Celebrating Dura Puja will be considered

an offence under the law. If two or more people gather...

So we will have to arrest all of them?

A fine of one hundred rupees and six months of imprisonment will be imposed.

I think faith has won, Commissioner.

Your Majesty.

It is imperative that you take up this matter with the French Government.

Dada, you should get some rest.

Go ahead, I'll join you in a bit.

Your obsession with Dyer had led us astray, Dada.

I hope we don't just become memories to the people we love.

Shailja?

What do you want?

I have got a blade strapped to my sandal.

Want me to pull it out?

Well... that's your call.

Why are you following me?

I know a revolutionary when I see one.

I saw you at the Sanyal house.

Somebody else also has their eyes on me.

Follow me.

Say what you have to say.

-Where have you-- -Hold on, Shailja.

Go on.

I am Kartar Singh Sarabha.

I have come with a message from Lala Har Dayal Ji.

Marathi and Bengali get together and choose the way.

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

Come together and lift your voices as one.

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 quickly.

Let's light a revolution!

Your Excellency,

the French Ambassador to the United Kingdom,

Monsieur Paul Cambon.

Monsieur Cambon.

It would be most unfortunate if what is happening

in Chandernagore

is misconstrued as France's hostility towards the British.

We wouldn't want that now, would we?

Dada.

Careful. It's hot.

Dada, you need to rest.

It's different, isn't it?

All this...

from your revolution-filled dreams?

Not at all, Dada.

I'm still living my dream.

But I...

The only thing I regret is...

I wish we had been able to try a little longer.

Dada...

Do you really think we will be able to drive them out?

The British?

French Air Postal Service.

Chandernagore to Alipore,

Alipore to Chandernagore.

Then back again.

Twice a week.

Huge crowds used to gather to watch it,

even more than during Kali Puja.

Now everyone is used to it.

Do you know who invented the airplane?

The Wright Brothers... in 1903.

Right.

The Wright Brothers' fame,

but Shivkar Bapuji Talpade's creation.

Back in 1895,

he had already built the Pushpak Vimaan.

Shivkar Bapuji Talpade.

The Brits, very cleverly, buried the truth.

No one knows

whether Shivkar Bapuji Talpade ever managed to fly his aircraft.

But the Wright Brothers' drawings

were exactly like his.

Chote (young one), history bears witness that

the Brits have succeeded in erasing, burying,

and destroying everything that is priceless.

Perhaps they succeeded in crushing the flight of Talpade Sahab's aircraft.

Maybe.

But now they know...

"We do not forget,

and we do not let others forget."

The cry of revolution will echo in every heart.

Just like it did in yours.

You asked just now

if we will be able to drive them out.

Absolutely.

Because there was a revolution before us,

and it will remain long after us.

And now, hearing the revolutionary tales of our Chote Babu...

more shall follow.

They will come.

The tea has gone cold.

Respected Abani Dada,

if I had waited any longer for an update,

my heart would have been consumed by the fear of

whether Sachin would make it back or not.

In Calcutta, my father had given me a beautiful cage

and an even more beautiful bird... Piku.

She brought me great joy,

but she herself always seemed sad.

Her chirping grew softer with each passing day.

One day, I opened the door of that cage.

She spread her wings and sang into the sky.

I thought she would never return.

But as evening fell, she came back.

She built her nest right on top of that same cage,

straw by straw.

You had said that I am now a part of the Sanyal family.

I hope that when I return with Sachin,

you will still believe the same.

It is with this hope that I have taken this step.

Seeking your blessings,

Pratibha.

Train Number 218,

travelling from Kalka, Howrah Mail

has arrived on Howrah Junction Platform Number One.

All passengers shall be subjected to inspection.

Passengers are not allowed to leave before getting checked.

Show it right away!

What are you doing over there?!

Bibi (Sister), I have Lala Ji's letter.

I have always loved reading books.

Detective stories, most of all.

Ever heard of Sherlock?

No, but what does that have to do with this?

He is a famous detective.

Whenever you are in trouble...

You should always ask yourself, what would Sherlock do?

That's all fine,

but what are we supposed to do right now?

We will have to throw away all the letters.

Give me that.

-I will meet you outside. -Make a single queue.

Check everyone properly.

Search their bags, search everyone properly!

Make a straight line.

Sherlock.

Be careful, Bibi, it's a big city.

Yes, it is,

but it is my city, Kartar Dada.

Come forward, please come forward.

Sister, please come forward.

Make way for her, please.

Please tell me if you have any trouble.

I am here to help.

-Thank you. -Don't worry.

Hey, where do you think you are going?

Did I ask you to leave?

Wait.

Check this Punjabi man!

-Brother! Brother! She needs my help! -Sister! Sister!

-Yes. Go, go! -Thank you.

You! Fall in line!

Straight line!

So what do you think of Sherlock now?

Don't know about him, but you are... unbelievable.

Let's go.

Where to?

Chote.

Distribute the gun powder evenly.

We'll have to make maximum bombs.

Rash!

Listen!

There are strangers outside our door.

Go that way!

A Sikh boy and a girl.

Yeah. That one.

This crazy girl!

Do you know them?

-Sachin! -Pratibha... you are here? How?

Why?

Is everything...

Namaste (Greetings).

There is only one answer to all your questions.

You.

Okay, but how?

What do you mean by how?

We took a train from Benaras to Howrah,

then a boat from Hooghly to Chandernagore.

And then asked around until we reached here.

I think, Pratibha...

-May I call you Pratibha? -Of course.

What my dearest Shonku is asking

is how you knew we were... here.

Sherlock Holmes told her.

-Sherlock? -Yes.

I picked up detective work by reading his books.

I remembered from a news piece about Aurobindo Da

that he used to come to Chandernagore to escape the British,

because this is a French colony.

And Sachin has told me so much about you,

that you were born here, raised here, did your schooling here...

And so you just showed up here, unannounced?

Yes.

To help you.

You?

How exactly are you going to help us?

Not me.

He will.

I brought him to you.

Tell them.

Sat Sri Akal, Bose Babu.

I am Kartar Singh Sarabha

from San Francisco, America.

I have come bearing...

a message from Lala Har Dayal.

My dear Rash,

I heard about the attack on the Viceroy.

Well done.

You have truly stepped into the war for freedom.

Lala Ji bound my fate with his pen.

But this is a fate full of struggle.

It has taken a long time to remind our own people of their homeland,

to make them feel the weight of slavery,

to patiently carry my words to everyone,

to gather comrades one by one,

to make my thoughts

take root in their hearts.

Professor.

-Yes? -Sat Sri Akal!

-Sat Sri Akal, Brother. -My name is Jwala Singh.

The Potato King?

-I must seek your blessings. -Please, there is...

God bless you, son.

Come, I want you to meet some people.

Come with me.

Let's go.

But look at how God finally answered our prayers...

With the help of Jwala Singh, Jawahar Mal, Gurdit Singh,

Polo Ram, Kirpal Singh, Muhammad Barkatullah,

we have finally begun to move forward.

Now, many more are ready to walk our path.

Many have pledged to walk away from their homes,

their work, and everything they possess.

They have bound their fate to the freedom of their people

and to winning equal rights for themselves in every country.

Even though I want to, I can't come to you.

But I'm working toward helping you, my friend.

I'm raising your army.

Not one or two hundred,

I will send you 15,000 soldiers.

Never doubt this, my friend.

Our voice has reached millions.

Our dreams are theirs now, too.

You are not alone in this.

The time for revolution has come, Rash Babu.

Move forward.

"If anyone asks who you are,

tell them "revolution" is my name.

Erasing tyranny is our profession.

Rebellion is our aim.

This is our prayer, our sacrifice.

This is our plea, our worship.

Our duty, our actions, it all begins with this.

This is our religion,

this is our God."

Lala Ji said you wrote these lines?

It looks like this message was delivered by the right man.

It is fate, brother.

I left home to study aeronautical engineering.

Then I heard Har Dayal Ji,

and chose to walk on this road.

Whether it's flying planes or delivering messages,

this is my purpose now.

Do you fly airplanes?

Yes.

Ever heard of Shivkar Bapuji Talpade?

No.

The Wright Brothers definitely did.

French Postal Service.

Twice a week.

What do you mean?

Sherlock.

We have a go ahead from His Majesty, sir.

We also have permission from the French Foreign Office.

There is no point in saying "wait for me".

You don't know how.

Come back someday and teach me then.

Go now! Go!

Get them!

I am pushing it, you pull it!

Hey!

Kartar, let's go.

Let's go, Dada.

Get on the plane, Kartar.

Get its engine running, Kartar.

I have never seen a plane like this!

-Push harder, Veerji. -Hurry up!

Come on!

Dada, once more!

Veerji!

Go.

Come on!

Sachin!

We need to get some weight off!

Move aside!

-Sachin. -Rash Dada!

-Pull the lever! -Sachin!

Chote, give me your hand.

Pull!

Don't let go.

-Dada! -Sachin, don't let go!

The plane is going down, Veerji!

Careful, Kartar!