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You're good for nothing!

Hurry up, you coolie!

Father...

Stutter already.

And t-to...

-Look at him, pathetic! -Run away.

Oh, my darling...

my sweet boy.

They know not what the Lord Almighty has in store for you.

And they may laugh now...

but soon they will be silent.

Because one day,

you will roar,

they will be forced to listen.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Absolutely.

Most embarrassing, I'm afraid.

Yes, they have just walked in.

Lt. Colonel.

I believe you have a report to deliver.

Gentlemen...

It seems

the Indians have declared war against the...

B-British Empire!

War?

I think you might be exaggerating...

just a bit.

Don't you agree?

He b-blew up half your face!

Your Excellency,

and he now plans to b-blow up

the entire B-British Empire.

By "he", Your Excellency,

Lt. Colonel is referring to Bose.

R-Rash B-Behari B-Bose.

The man we could have caught in Dehradun.

You have my attention, Lt. Colonel.

Your Excellency,

We were able to shoot down the seized French airplane.

It was last seen two days ago,

plummeting over the jungle near Calcutta.

There's only one corpse that matters to me.

Stay awake, Chote (Young One).

Keep your eyes open.

Search here.

Get those bastards!

Fan out!

Search every nook and cranny!

Don't miss a single goddamn spot.

Check behind every bush.

Constable, hand me the torch.

Lt. Colonel,

he's running us in circles.

And we have no clue, whatsoever,

as to their current whereabouts?

How did they come?

Opium smugglers brought them.

Chote!

Chote, open your eyes.

Look, the doctor is here.

Open your eyes.

Where is Rash Behari Bose?

Speak up!

Hold steady.

He'll pull through.

Yes... he'll pull through.

In war, granting salvation to a wounded horse is considered a righteous act.

A horse, really?

So you'll give Sundari salvation with your own hands?

Absolutely.

It's a fate better than pain, Rash Dada.

This path we have all set out on Chote knows its destination.

So, now...

the hospital?

You know the Brits must have sealed everything by now.

A hunter never walks away empty-handed.

You know damn well they have set a trap for us.

We don't even have time to catch our breath.

Bose Babu, you have always said

that not a single drop of a revolutionary's blood goes to waste.

It is through hearing a martyr's story, that more shall follow.

Today, Chote's story has become bigger than Chote himself.

And now, what matters is that we never forget his story,

and never let anyone else forget it.

I heard their daughter-in-law ran away.

It was bound to happen.

I'm leaving.

Kaki (Aunt)!

Kaki, everything will be fine.

I know I should have stopped Pratibha from going to Calcutta,

but you know how crazy she gets--

Are you okay, Kaki?

-Are you alright, Didi (sister)? -Stand up, please, stand up.

Are you out of your mind?

Forgive me. Please, forgive me.

It's alright.

No, please, forgive me. It was a mistake.

No, it's fine.

Listen,

I missed this time,

but I won't miss the next time.

-Go and tell Abani Dada. -What are you saying?

What the hell did you just say? What are you saying?

This scoundrel is threatening her.

This bastard is threatening Kaki!

Are you okay, son?

-I'm fine. -Kaki!

-Someone get some water! -Get up, Kaki.

-Someone help him! -Come on...

-I'm fine, Kaki, are you? -Don't worry.

Shailja...

Shailja, Shailja, come with me.

I'm fine.

You two went too far.

You broke my bloody arm!

Where's our money?

Over there. Take it.

Sir, Ravi has sent a telegram.

That girl is in Calcutta, too.

Inform T-Tegart.

T-Tell him we will send her name

and address the moment we g-get it.

His infection has been controlled.

But it's important the fever comes down...

Then Boudi (sister) should bring Pratibha.

Pratibha.

I am Pishima.

From what I have learned, he is badly injured.

Once the sun sets,

we'll go see him.

Both of you should leave for Dacca as soon as possible.

Alright.

Let's go.

Come on.

He is still very disturbed... unsettled.

To heal him,

we must calm his mind.

Sister, your perfume smells wonderful.

Where did you get it from?

From Bada Bazaar, sister.

Really? From where in Bada Bazaar?

From Haji Kareem's shop.

I see. Thank you.

China Town! China Town!

This means we'll win.

Here.

Put the lipstick on.

Go on.

Hey, darling!

How much for an hour?

More than you could afford, sweetheart.

If Kaki saw you like this,

she would be shocked.

Recite the Chandi Paath looking like this, that'll be something!

Everything's going to be fine, Krantikari Babu (Mr. Revolutionary).

Now, everything will be fine.

Dada...

Yes, Chote?

Jatin Dada...

This is the moment

that we don't forget their story,

and never let anyone else forget it.

As Kartar Dada said,

fifteen thousand more are coming.

Look after him.

The day he meets death is far away.

Fifteen thousand?

Lala Ji was so impressed by your actions in Chandni Chowk.

Be careful.

He even published a newsletter called

Shabaash (Outstanding).

How do you wake up a nation

that is deep in slumber?

Rip fear out when the roots remain?

In order to finally end tyranny in our land.

An answer was given, and it will be given again.

The bomb hit its mark.

Now, we can celebrate.

It is our duty to cut slavery at the root.

Make a vow and stand resolute.

Be the champions of our Mother India.

If the price is your life, then accept it.

Don't let sacrifice weigh you down.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Well done, comrades!

It's time to weave a new dream for us all.

That newsletter changed it all!

Bose Babu's passion.

Har Dayal Ji's words.

When the two came together,

it sparked something monumental, like--

A revolution.

Exactly!

Lala Ji was overwhelmed with support.

Invites started pouring in for gatherings

and marches across America and Canada.

Lala Ji attended everything he could.

It was Delhi Durbar's turn.

May the response to our humiliation never fall short.

May the fire that has ignited in your heart

never be extinguished.

Ahmad Shah, Tatya Tope, and Azimullah.

Rani Laxmi Bai and Nana Saheb Peshwa.

All brave martyrs of 1857...

may their blessings be upon us all.

Lala Ji's intention wasn't just to preach a cause.

It was to remind the people why we need to fight.

Bomb, gunpowder, brick, stone...

Let our attacks be as ceaseless as a chant.

Listen, comrades!

Our nation is summoning you.

Hindus, Muslims, Rajputs, it's time for your army to rise.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Well done, comrades!

It's time to weave a new dream for us all.

Long live India!

Should I tell you the most surprising thing?

The first people to answer Lala Ji's call

were women.

They were the first to stand with us in the war of freedom.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Well done, comrades!

It's time to weave a new dream for us all.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Well done, comrades!

It's time to weave a new dream for us all.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Well done, comrades!

It's time to weave a new dream for us all.

I don't know when we went from a hundred to a thousand.

When Har Dayal Ji's dreams turned into reality,

we didn't even realize!

Fifteen thousand, Veerji!

Fifteen thousand!

And the first group has reached Punjab already.

Sachin Veere (brother).

You all keep saying, more shall follow.

And Veerji, more are following indeed.

SS Empress left Victoria on 22nd August.

SS Shidzuko left Vancouver on 25th August.

And SS Korea left San Francisco on 29th August.

Eight ships have already departed, Veerji,

and many more are ready to follow behind them.

And one more thing.

In five days, on 29th September,

the first group of soldiers will dock at Calcutta on the Budge Budge docks.

On the SS Komagata Maru.

Bose Babu,

it is also in our favor that

England has waged a war on Germany,

and Germany is ready to help us.

Two ships full of weapons are headed our way.

Annie Larson left Los Angeles on the 17th of April

and SS Maverick on the 23rd of April.

By the time they arrive, it will be December.

That means by the end of the year,

we'll have both soldiers and weapons in place.

The only thing missing is a plan.

We'll wipe them all in one go.

Governor's House. Christmas Lunch.

Lord Carmichael, the Governor of Bengal,

like every year, will host his annual Christmas feast in Calcutta.

Many top-ranking officers will be present.

If I start naming them, Bose Babu,

your head will start spinning for sure.

The Lt. General of the Punjab Frontier Force.

The Core Commander of the Western Army.

The Commissioner of Provincial Affairs.

The Brigade Commander of the Sialkot Cavalry.

And your favorite...

Viceroy Hardinge.

And this time, we won't miss.

Jo Bole So Nihal (Blessed are those who utter...)

Sat Sri Akal (The Great and Supreme True Name of God!)

We won't repeat 1857.

Because this time we speak as one voice, have one mission,

are one united force. All standing behind one commander.

This will be an answer for the murder of our brothers,

our mothers, our sisters,

for the Bengal famine... For everything!

Jai Hind!

And when that happens, Dada,

we will proudly raise our Ghadar Flag

on the very jewel of British rule...

Fort William.

Will we really be able to do this?

It's do or die, Dada.

How long will we keep hiding?

This is our country.

We'll storm in broad daylight and finish them.

This country will be free before they even realize what hit them.

Sir, we'll catch them before they even dare to move a muscle.

We've developed a system to find them.

It doesn't matter where they're hiding. We have eyes everywhere.

Delhi, Lahore, Calcutta, Benaras,

civilian or soldier,

all mail is being screened, sir.

Take a look.

Anything even remotely seditious

is being sent to the Bureau of Investigative Analysis.

There, they will be marked either pass or fail.

These telegrams...

All telegrams are being routed through there as well.

We are checking every communication channel.

Madam! Excuse me, madam!

May I?

Have a look at this, sir.

Dalhousie Square, Calcutta.

Lutyens Road and Jama Masjid, Delhi.

Cantonment, Benaras.

All these telegraph offices are under surveillance.

Come with me, sir.

We have also discovered that these rebels and revolutionaries

have a strong backing from newspapers and magazines.

They are using them to send coded messages.

Give me a minute, and I'll show you how.

Have a look at this message, sir.

Hourly wages, timely pay,

six hardworking individuals,

preferably tall, muscular, well-built,

skilled, and trained.

It's filled with dots and dashes.

And look at this...

A hidden message in a matrimonial ad. It's Morse code, sir.

We are conducting thorough investigations

into all these press houses.

R-Remarkable work, Maan Singh.

Now, we're the elephant,

and they're the ants.

You know,

when ants come together, they can even b-bring down an elephant.

But, you know, an ant is just an ant.

If it forms an a-army, it becomes deadly.

But if it's alone...

Dada has come.

Greetings, Dada.

Greetings, Dada.

Are you alright?

Yes, Dada.

Thank you very much...

Ravi, Dada.

Ravi.

You've helped us a lot.

What are you saying, Dada?

Anyone in my place would have done the same thing.

You just got here, didn't you?

How long has it been...

four, five weeks?

Yes.

I'm from Karnal.

I am studying at Varanasi Sanskrit University.

I could have studied the Vedas anywhere,

but I was told this place shows you

how the Vedas and revolutionary thinking are tied together.

Ravi,

study the Vedas, philosophy, and astrology

for what they truly are.

That's where their real essence lies.

Baba,

their generation starts explaining things

even before they fully understand them.

Have a seat.

By the way,

how is Mr. Malviya's cough these days?

It has been troubling him for years.

Baba, remember

when we took him to the hospital?

Oh, yes...

When I used to teach at the university,

students would always line up for his lectures

on Eastern and Western education.

It's exactly the same even now, Dada.

-Really? -Yes.

Please convey my regards to him.

Yes, of course.

Once again,

thank you for helping Kaki.

No, no, Dada.

You treat us like your brothers.

We may not carry the Sanyal name,

but we all consider ourselves part of your family.

This is our good fortune.

Because my own brother...

has left us.

Now, only his scattered letters soothe his mother's heart.

But it's good...

At least Kaki keeps getting news of her son.

This is a great thing the British have done.

Imagine, Murree...

Even from a place as far as Murree,

a mother can get news of her son.

Son, isn't it time for your exercise?

Yes.

Enough, enough.

Now we will keep meeting each other.

Go.

Goodbye, Dada.

Goodbye.

Murree?

Punjab?

Baba,

how will this gentleman pass on my regards to Mr. Malviya?

He passed away two years ago.

I've sent a message to Lt. Col. Dyer via this monkey.

If he gets it,

it will be for the best.

Read it again.

Murree, Punjab. Stop.

Maan Singh,

they know...

R-Ravi is one of our men.

I g-grew up in Murree, Punjab.

My family still l-lives there.

Sanyal Sahab's message

is r-ringing out like a siren.

Stay a-away from my f-family or else...

We need something

b-bigger than all this, Maan Singh.

Give the order, sir, I'll bring it to you.

Luck?

Can you bring me that?

Good evening, Police Headquarters, Lt. Col. Dyer's Office,

Subedar Maan Singh speaking.

What?

No, Subedar,

inform Captain sir, that Lt. Col. Dyer,

who is busy leading the hunt for the most dangerous criminals of the British Raj,

will not be free to go break up some drunken brawl in Ludhiana.

Captain sir.

Yes, sir, we'll send an officer to monitor the situation

and make a full report of these drunken revolutionaries.

Yes, sir, we will be sending the report to the General's Office.

Sir. Sir. Good night.

Good night, sir. Sir.

That call was from the Lt. General's Office.

Look at the nerve of them.

They wanted you to handle some alleyway scuffle.

But you said...

Sir...

R-Revolutionaries on the phone.

Sir, out of the three drunk men,

one kept shouting again and again that India is his country.

And that he's come back from Canada to...

to take it back from the British.

Take it back from the British...

T-Tell me again, word for word.

In Ludhiana, a few drunk men were brawling, sir.

When they were brought to the police station,

one of them saw

Rash Behari Bose's sketch and started howling at the top of his lungs.

Ghadar (Revolution)!

-What's our mission? -Ghadar!

How will the country be free?

Through Ghadar!

He was ranting about revolution.

How will we grind the British into the dust?

Ghadar!

-Ghadar! Ghadar! Ghadar! -What are you blabbering about?!

And we know Ghadar, don't we, Maan Singh?

Revolution, sir.

You lazy...

Attention!

Sir.

Lt. Col. of Punjab,

Reginald Edward Harry Dyer, Military Intelligence.

The three Sardars that were arrested yesterday,

where are they?!

Come with me, you bastard!

Are you their leader?

This was found in your belongings.

Who wrote this?

Who wrote it?! Answer me!

Where did you get it from?

Who wrote it?! Speak up!

Who has written it?

Lala Har Dayal

from San Francisco.

Why have you come here?

He has sent us...

and more shall follow.

For revolution?

How many more are coming?

I don't know,

but they have boarded the ships.

I want information on every ship coming from America.

Okay, sir.

Alert every dock.

No one gets off a ship w-without our clearance.

Sir.

Go.

And they may laugh now...

but soon they will be silent.

Because one day,

you will roar,

they will be forced to listen.

I have you now, Mr. B-Bose.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Well done, comrades.

It's time to weave a new dream for us all.

Sir, may I come in?

Come.

Sir.

The roster of ships arriving from America, sir.

The first ship should be reaching any moment now.

SS Komagata Maru.