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Know then, your braves, for you The feeble, they fight unto their deaths

They lie hacked to pieces On the battlefield they never deserted

Is it the romance you yearn for?

Then come unto me Holding your head upon your palm

Know then, your braves for you the feeble They fight unto their deaths

They lie hacked to pieces On the battlefield they never deserted

Is it the romance you yearn for?

Then come unto me Holding your head upon your palm

Long live the Revolution!

Long live the Revolution!

Long live the Revolution!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long live!

-Sukhdev! -Long live!

-Rajguru! -Long live!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long live!

-Sukhdev! -Long live!

-Rajguru! -Long live!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long live!

-Sukhdev! -Long live!

-Rajguru! -Long live!

-Open the door! -What is it?

I'm Kishen Singh. I'm Bhagat Singh's father.

-Let me talk to the superintendent. -He isn't in.

-Is the jailer in, sir? -He's not in.

All evening, we've heard slogans being shouted inside the jail.

-I want to know about our children... -There is no one in!

-Sukhdev! -Long live!

-Rajguru! -Long live!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long live!

-Sukhdev! -Long live!

-Father! -Long live!

The British have burned some corpses at the riverside.

Will you tell me what's happening?

Nothing, nothing happened. Keep the faith.

Get the car out!

-What happened, Father? -Will you please take a look?

They killed Bhagat Singh.

Lift the shroud.

-Bhagat Singh! -Long live!

-Sukhdev! -Long live!

-Rajguru! -Long live!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long live!

LONG LIVE SUKHDEV!

-Mahatma Gandhi! -Long live!

-Mahatma Gandhi! -Long live!

-Mahatma Gandhi -Long live!

-Gandhi! -Go back!

-Gandhi! -Go back!

-Gandhi! -Down!

-Gandhi! -Down!

-Gandhi! -Down!

-Gandhi! -Down!

-Come quickly, Bapu. -Don't worry.

-Bapu, these people are trouble. -Nothing will happen.

-Come. -Gandhi!

-Down! -Down!

-Gandhi! -Down!

-Mahatma Gandhi! Shame, shame! -Calm down.

-Gandhi! -Shame, shame!

This is a gift from us. Take it!

Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, and Rajguru, you could have saved them!

But you didn't!

I would have gladly given up my own life to save them.

But the truth is, they, themselves, didn't want to live.

Like the British government, you also didn't want them to live.

That's why you didn't even try.

I admired Bhagat Singh's courage. I salute his sacrifice

and applaud his patriotism.

But I will never support violence.

That's why I didn't favor their death sentences, too.

-I tried my best to save them. -Why?

-Why should we believe you? -History will never forgive you!

-Come. -Gandhi! Shame, shame!

-Gandhi! -Shame, shame!

-Bhagat Singh! -Lives forever!

-Bhagat Singh! -Lives forever!

-Rajguru! -Lives forever!

-Sukhdev! -Lives forever!

-Bhagat Singh! -Lives forever!

Bhagat... Bhagat, where are you?

Bhagat!

Bhagat! Come on! Run!

Friends, today is the Spring Festival.

We did not gather here to make any trouble.

Kishen Singh!

-Greetings, Jwala. -Have you heard?

In Amritsar, General Dyer opened fire inside Jallianwala Baug!

Thousands of our people are dead.

Friends, today is the Spring Festival.

We did not gather here to make any trouble.

This meeting isn't meant to challenge the law,

but to appeal to the government

to reconsider the curfew orders.

And our leader...

Mother!

We will fight, of course, we will.

Not violently, by non-violent means.

Our weapon will be a total non-cooperation campaign.

Henceforth, no Indian will cooperate with the British government.

-Government employees, resign their jobs! -Glory to Gandhi!

-Workers, walk out of your factories. -Glory to Gandhi!

Children, stop going to government schools.

Don't pay any tax. Burn all your imported textiles.

Bring the entire machinery of the British government to a halt!

If you do this, I promise you will get independence within one year.

-Mr. Mehta, have you read today's paper? -Yes, of course.

British industrialists are panicking.

Their loaded ships are going back.

-A national boycott is very powerful! -Of course!

The mightiest of empires get shaken.

Now let us see how long this white government can possibly last.

They will never last, Father.

My son! Come here.

Gandhi says it's a matter of months now.

No one can stop our freedom now.

-Really? -That's my tiger!

Hey stop. Where are you going?

I heard you got into a brawl with the police. Are you hurt?

Our days of being beaten are gone.

Gandhi's movement has made life miserable for the British.

-Come, come have some bread. -Long live Gandhi!

Long live Non Cooperation Movement!

Long live Non Cooperation Movement! Long live Gandhi!

In all of Lyallpur, your son is most prominent in the movement.

He belongs to Gandhi now.

-He can't hear a word against him. -Is it?

-Yes. -Tell me, Aunty.

What if Uncle Ajit were to come back?

Why are you joking, Bhagat?

Will such a day ever come to pass?

It is coming.

Really, God Himself has come to us, as Gandhi.

Get ready. Independence is coming this year.

-Vande Mataram. Mr. Mehta. -What?

Tomorrow, we take the procession through the city square.

-Okay. -Listen

-I am scared. -Scared?

Of what?

-Bhagat! -Bhagat?

Let's keep him with us, please.

Of course. Who will take him away from us?

Don't you see?

How obsessed he is with his country.

At this age!

The Motherland, independence...

Everything is perfectly at their place.

But after all that we have seen, suffered...

Swaran, Ajit...

-Not Bhagat now, not him, please. -Listen to me.

Mr. Kishen Singh, terrible news!

Gandhi has called off the Non Cooperation Movement.

What? What are you saying?

Yes, I just heard it on the radio.

The police opened fire on a peaceful procession at Chauri Chaura.

Some people died.

Enraged, the public set a police station on fire.

Twenty-two policemen were killed.

That upset Gandhi and he withdrew the movement.

He says that our country isn't yet ready for independence.

No.

No.

-Bhagat. -No!

Let him go.

At his tender age, it's an unbearable blow. It'll take time.

One. Yes, one.

-Who was Mangal Pandey's father? -What?

What are you gaping at?

Didn't you hear what Sukhdev asked? The name!

I don't know.

Enroll this freedom fighter too.

-What is your name? -Atul Sachdev.

Report to the canteen after college.

In the evening, at the canteen.

Tomorrow, I'm moving to board club.

-Will be meeting the day after tomorrow. -Okay.

Hey, Mr. Society, tell me Madan Mohan Malviya's full name.

Sure. Ma...

Tell us.

Fool, I just told you his full name.

British Babu!

Who took over from Robert Clive?

Warren Hastings. October 20, 1774.

What a patriot!

It's fellows like you who will bring in the revolution here.

Saw that, Bhagwati?

He knows their history in detail,

-and answers what I didn't even ask. -It's not his fault, Sukhdev.

Colleges hammer in their history, making us forget our own.

That's why I'm taking things into my own hands.

From today, I'm going to teach these fellows.

-What is your name? -Tell me your name.

-Markand Trivedi. -Report to the canteen after college.

-I can't come today. -Why?

Is it Robert Clive's birthday?

I'm participating in the show for the Lieutenant Governor.

Hadn't I forbidden everyone from performing for those monkeys?

Sukhdev, despite your warnings,

a show is being presented by boys from our college.

-Who is doing it? -I don't know.

Let me see how they do it.

-Organize lots of tomatoes and eggs. -Done.

-Anyone know who this is? -Yes.

That tall Sikh, who hardly speaks to anyone

that bookworm, what's his name?

You mean the boy from Lyallpur? Bhagat Singh.

Bhagat Singh!

Never lose your dignity

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Never lose your dignity

The turban is your dignity, preserve it

That dignity, never lose it

Change your destiny Break the shackles of slavery

Go for them, make their lives miserable

That dignity, never lose it

Change your destiny Break the shackles of slavery

Go for them, make their lives miserable

You will make the skies stoop If only you never lose courage

If you desire You can bring the stars to Earth

Who can stop Wind? Who has witnessed Destiny?

By dint of your labors Even Destiny you will change

Never lose your dignity

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Let's swear today, Jatt-men

Come, make a resolve Let's throw out the oppressor

Steel your hearts, steel your arms

Make life miserable for these whites

Never lose your dignity

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

Never lose your dignity

Jatt-men, treasure your turbans

That dignity, never lose it

Change your destiny, break the shackles of slavery

Go for them, make their lives miserable

Grab him! Lift, lift him!

That's it, Bhagat?

Drop the fellow!

-Wonderful! -Unfair!

Your mother plies you with butter?

Shut up! Go get some yoghurt shake.

-Have you read today's papers, Bhagat? -Why?

Lajpat Rai is supporting the Hindu Council

because the Congress has sidelined him.

Tomorrow, we'll see pamphlets exhorting

Hindus to assert their identity in the independence struggle.

Then Muslim leaders will react.

What kind of freedom can we hope for

if we fight over religion and caste perpetually?

You!

Bloody white monkeys! Give me that ball!

How many times have I told them not to hit the ball over here?

I don't know about the country, but this field will be liberated today.

But this ground will be freed today from white monkeys.

They're determined to get thrashed.

And who are we to disappoint them? Come on, let's handle them.

Come on.

Mules who believe in kicks will never heed words.

With pleasure, white monkey.

-Number two on the left is mine. -Mr. Longface is mine.

-I want that effeminate one. -I'm cracking the cap-less one's head.

Hey, how about just a token knock?

The might of our resolve and the sight of our maces did it!

That's what we are waiting for.

The day the whole country stands up together,

they're going to back off just like this.

-Bhagwati! I've come! -This is the advantage of marriage.

No matter where you are, your food will reach you in time!

Does she ever send it for me alone?

She sends for you too.

Now don't you dare touch the cans!

Durga has sent food.

Glory to Durga!

-Khairu, join us. -Not today.

For the first time, I'll be taking my wife and my sister to the cinema.

Wonderful.

Come on.

Come. Come.

Come. Here.

The HRA pamphlet. Hindustan Republican Association.

Mr. Sanyal has drafted it. All the revolutionaries are involved.

-The goal is Independent India. -Great!

First, Home Rule Society, then the Gadar Party.

Now another one, HRA. They can't achieve anything.

-So who will? -Bhagat, whether you accept it or not,

the Congress has survived for 30 years.

Because survival is their sole aim.

They also want to work. Forget the Non Cooperation...

Why? Let's talk of that.

That will be problematic, since you will bring up Chauri-Chaura.

And why not? Didn't it happen?

Yes. But why did the mob have to burn down the police station?

I suppose they should have saluted and moved on, right?

Lapping up Congress propaganda! You civil servant!

Sukhdev, talk decently.

Look Sukhdev, everyone has a right to his opinion.

I'm telling you there's something about this Gandhi guy.

Sure there is.

One who can draw 12-year-olds onto the streets

must have something about him.

Gandhi says, "No white education."

Children throw their books into the gutters,

burn their books and pencils. Ready for action.

Little boys distributing pamphlets

and carrying placards.

And suddenly, one day, the movement's off.

That's it. Government schools are closed to them.

Government colleges refuse admission.

Where do you go? What do you do?

Don't you remember?

Had Lala Lajpat Rai not set up the National College,

we would have been on the streets.

Not me! I can still hire ten servants from here.

Idiot! Let go, Bhagwati!

You'll remember the sepoys killed in Chauri Chaura,

but not who they first killed?

The Jallianwala massacre won't haunt you since you knew no one there!

Sukhdev, Professor Vidyalankar.

Hello, sir.

Were it not for Bhagwati, I would have broken his skull.

Khairu? What happened?

At the theater, he blundered into the A Class.

Some British mauled him up. It was those same cricket fellows.

Run! Police!

Run.

Which way did the boys go? Let's go.

Do you know what would have happened if you were caught?

Got beaten up, jailed?

But even so, we would be satisfied. At least we did something.

Do you really believe that your thrashing will make them mend their ways?

If they won't, we'll do it again.

And that will drive them out, yes?

So fine, then.

We won't do anything.

We'll watch passively.

Who's asking you to be passive? It is essential to rebel.

But there's a method to it.

-Non violence? -Gandhi isn't the only alternative.

The masses have enough power to uproot the mightiest regime.

Organize them like the Bolsheviks did in Russia.

It can be done here too, definitely it can be.

There's a party here trying that.

-They believe in direct action. -Who, sir?

You mentioned it in the canteen.

HRA?

Hindustan Republican Association. Would you like to join?

-Yes, sir. -Certainly, sir.

Think it over. The path is dangerous.

For the revolutionary,

it's only his ideal, his party that matters to him.

For him, there's no comfort, no rest...

No joys, no love, no family, nothing.

We're ready to make every sacrifice.

-Bhagat, a celebration in your house? -I'm wondering too.

-Congratulations! -What for?

What's going on?

You're late.

-Who are they? -Guests, from Manawale.

Father has invited them for lunch.

-The alliance is to be finalized. -Alliance?

Yes, Teja Singh is here with his family.

My future sister-in-law is here too.

-Sister-in-law? -Bhagat.

Son, hurry up. Dress up and come here.

Yes, Father.

But what can...

-Mom... -This is my son.

Pay your respects, son.

Bless you. I heard so much about you.

We're proud to have you as our son-in-law.

-Mother. -I'll just come.

Did you see him?

-What are you up to? -I'm getting you married!

-Your father has arranged a match for you. -Without asking me?

Did my father ask me?

-But, Mom... -No buts.

Did we ever interfere in your life? Even when you became an atheist?

-Now go and get dressed. -No.

Bhagat!

Go, go.

-He's getting married? -Forget the wedding. Eat the sweets.

-Hey gentlemen. -Yes?

Tuck in gentlemen, get this clear.

If Bhagat refuses to marry,

I'm going to beat the two of you up like mules.

-Okay. -What will I beat you like?

-Mules. -Yes.

Enjoy the sweets.

-Sat Sri Akal. -Sat Sri Akal..

Listen.

Actually, the matter is that...

I can't marry.

I have some compulsions.

-You love someone else. -No! It's not that.

Is something wrong with me?

No, no, please. You're beautiful and virtuous.

Any man would be lucky to marry you.

Then why are you refusing?

I don't want to marry.

I have chosen a path that's very difficult.

I'll walk behind you.

-It will be a world of sorrow. -I will bare it.

-But I cannot take you along. -Then I shall await your return.

What if I never return?

Bhagat.

Dear Father,

you will remember that at my initiation ceremony,

grandfather dedicated me to the cause of our country.

It is my good fortune to fulfill that.

Nothing holds any meaning for me, except the struggle for freedom.

Therefore I am setting myself upon that path.

I hope you will forgive me. Your son.

This way.

-There are many uniforms around... -The bigger menace is the spies.

This is Cawnpore, the revolutionary capital of India.

Here, revolutionaries and policemen play hide-and-seek.

To Meston Road, please.

-When is the meeting with Mr. Bismil? -It's at eight o'clock.

We'll be on time.

So, it's decided.

After Kakori, we halt the train

and raid the treasury chest.

Forgive me, but there will be armed police.

-It's risky. -For HRA, everything is risky.

Don't we need money for campaigning arms?

But, Khan sir, why not raid

-a merchant or a landlord, as usual? -No!

Definitely not!

We do get money by stealing from our own countrymen.

Such acts alienate us from our own countrymen.

Hence, we target government wealth.

It's ours anyway.

The British loot it from our country.

Well said, Roshan Singh.

-So, it is final now. -We're on time.

Doubts? Questions?

-Comrades. -Come, Bhagat.

The desire for sacrifice now rules our hearts.

It is time to test the power of the enemy's blade!

Come, Bhagat Singh. Come.

I'm Ram Prasad Bismil.

I read Professor Vidyalankar's letter.

Why do you wish to join our party?

-For the reason that you founded it. -State your reason.

Same as everyone's. Freedom.

-How do we win it? -By fighting for it.

Does thrashing a few boys in the dark constitute fighting?

-That was a beginning. -Fighting began 150 years ago.

So, where's the freedom?

Maybe the method was flawed.

History says

revolution succeeds only if the masses are involved...

Now I see.

You read a few books and want to play "revolution-revolution".

A rich bored lad is out for some adventure, is it?

When the police whiplash

your naked body on a slab of ice, all your fire will be quickly doused.

Go home.

This struggle demands blood.

Spilling blood is no big deal. Sir, be it one's own or another's.

But will that blood

arouse future generations?

That's my dream.

Kartar Singh, the martyr is my ideal.

Moreover, what I've seen around me

has made me completely immune to ice and whips.

We shall have lots to talk about when I return.

Bhagat Singh, our new comrade!

KAKORI

Don't move! Hands up!

Carry the chest.

Quickly. Close it. Close it.

Bandits!

Roshan Singh!

-Hello, Bismil! -Greetings.

-All of them have been captured. -Even I heard the same.

-Except Pundit, as usual. -Which side?

I heard it was towards Patna. But the police are after him.

They might discover our hideout, too.

We must remove documents and arms.

-That might be dangerous. -The police may be watching.

I'll go first. Come inside after inspecting from all around.

-Come on, let's go. -Let's go.

-Who are you? -Who are you?

-Tell me who you are! -Identify yourself now.

-Tell me or else... -Pundit!

-He's our new comrade, Bhagat Singh. -This is Chandrashekhar Azad!

You should have told me your name.

I might have killed you.

Party rules don't allow you to reveal your identity to a stranger.

Mr. Bismil praised you highly. Now I know why.

Pundit, the news published in the newspaper, is it true?

Has everyone been caught?

Yes, it's all over.

The labor of years.

A well-knit group...

destroyed in one stroke.

Now, there will be life sentences, hangings.

So much was to be done.

The party's finished.

Nothing is finished, Pundit!

They can imprison our bodies, not our cause.

The enemy can kill people, not their ideals.

And as long as our ideals live, the party lives.

We shall nourish these ideals with our blood.

Our goal is revolution.

Let us take the revolution to the masses

whatever the price.

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

-My country, my country, my pride is you -My country, my country, my pride is you

-My country, my country, my pride is you -My country, my country, my pride is you

Indestructible

Fearless

For my Motherland

For my Motherland, I'm not afraid to die

I am unconquerable

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

-My country, my country, my pride is you -My country, my country, my pride is you

-My country, my pride -My country, my pride

LONG LIVE OUR BROTHERHOOD

In the fires in our eyes

We can see a thousand Edens

In the fires in our eyes

The road to freedom we tread Carrying our shrouds

The road to freedom we tread Carrying our shrouds

Those who live in crosshairs

Aren't afraid of guns

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

-My country, my country, my pride is you -My country, my country, my pride is you

-My country, my country, my pride is you -My country, my country, my pride is you

Indestructible

Fearless

For my Motherland

For my Motherland, I'm not afraid to die

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

-My land, my land, my life is you -My land, my land, my life is you

If you fight among yourselves, how will you fight the British?

Embrace!

-Long live! -Hindu-Muslim brotherhood!

-We are one! -We are one!

-Long live our brotherhood! -Long live our brotherhood!

-Long live our brotherhood! -Long live our brotherhood!

He has many aliases.

-But his real name is Bhagat Singh. -Bhagat Singh?

He writes articles on revolutionaries, distributes pamphlets.

Mainly lectures on Hindu-Muslim unity gets them together for...

Victory to Lord Ram! Victor to Hanuman!

Victory to Lord Ram! Victor to Hanuman!

Victory to Lord Ram!

Do you know the punishment for bombing a crowd?

There's still time to confess

and your sentence could be light.

Your people did this to implicate me.

Because you are scared as you ought to be.

The masses are awakening.

Tell these British to run away now

or they will be kicked out.

I won't stop now. I'll whip you all your life.

Your bail amount is 60,000 rupees!

You will rot in these four walls.

You can't raise that amount.

-Sir. -What is it?

-His father has come with his bail. -What?

Don't be so disheartened, officer.

We shall meet again. You see, even I won't stop now.

Mother, brother is back.

My Bhagat is back!

He's come. He's here.

He's here.

-Studies are going on fine. -Excellent.

-How are you? And school? -Very well.

-Fine. -Bhagat.

-How are you? -I am fine.

-Live long... -Bless you, my dear one.

My child!

Oh, what have these tormentors done to you?

Didn't they feed you?

-They did, Mom. -Did they beat you?

Why? Am I a thief?

-Then why did they keep you? -Oh, Grandma, just as a pastime.

The way you like my words, even they do.

-They liked my jokes like you do. -Is it so?

But unlike you, they didn't laugh with false teeth.

False teeth? These are my real teeth, don't call them false.

Get me sugarcane. I'll bite into it in front of you.

I was just joking.

Live long.

It's been so long since we heard laughter in this house.

-Please never leave us again. -Of course, he won't.

To recover the 60,000 rupees,

he has to work at our dairy. Yes, Bhagat?

I heard you, I heard you, Father.

-It's nothing, Mother, just... -No.

I'm not letting you go anywhere.

You lied to me!

I was saying that he was not beaten.

You can't be away from me now.

-I'm not, you're always in my... -I know you're great with words.

Don't ever leave me again.

Work at the dairy, okay?

Okay! Now give me my butter milk.

Why can't you simply distribute the pamphlets? Even yesterday?

I tried twice, Bhagat. But the constable is very clever.

I'll divert their attentions.

Tonight, we'll release their buffaloes.

While they go on a buffalo-hunt...

-The pamphlets will be distributed. -Okay, fine.

Get the magic lantern ready too.

Any additions to Pundit's letter?

Tell him, the code now is Charlie Chaplin.

No! Jaidev's down again.

I warned you, right? Why were you milking the cow?

Look at how much milk you've spilt.

Father will think we drank it up.

Forget your milk.

My girl thinks I'm a revolutionary who gets beaten up by the police.

If she knew I'm getting kicked by buffaloes, she'll kick me out.

-Girls! -Where?

Ms. Manawale!

-Who's Manawale? -Bhagat's bride-to-be.

-Which one? -The one...

The one that's refusing to look here.

I say, ma'am, Sat Sri Akal!

-Sat Sri Akal! -Sat Sri Akal!

Come on? I am leaving.

We came to the fair. We felt thirsty...

That's great. Bhagat's dairy is your dairy.

Have some great milk. Come, please, ladies.

-Come, please, ladies. -Listen...

-Make yourselves comfortable. -She's eager to meet you.

Greet her at least.

-Wait. -I'll call her.

-Wait! -I'll call her.

Come, ladies. Butter? Milk?

You're suave

You're suave

Sweeter than sugar

More exciting than the most exotic

Your words are to me

You're suave

You're suave

My love

My love

My love

My love

May the colors of the henna Never fade from my hands

Day and night, I have pined for you

May the colors of the henna Never fade from my hands

Day and night, I have pined for you

My love

In every heartbeat, you are in every breath, I chant your name

My love

My love

My love

My love

The vermilion on my forehead Beckons your every moment

My bangles chime in anticipation Of your touch

The vermilion on my forehead Beckons your every moment

My bangles chime in anticipation Of your touch

Your path veers away from mine

Never to meet

You do not know

How tortuous my journey is

My love

My love

-No one from Bengal? -They don't concur with our views.

But this meeting's been called for us to understand one another.

Bejoy, we have to work united now.

I tried my best to convince them.

Sardar Bhagat Singh himself!

Escaped so soon from the dairy?

It's been a long year, Sukhdev.

And had his lawyer's cleverness not resolved the case,

it would have cost a lifetime to earn 60,000 rupees!

-Bathing buffaloes. -Is the new revolution!

But my mother would have been happy.

And the lady from Manawale?

No! I was just joking! No!

No, Sardar! Look, I will throw this maze at you.

Don't be crazy, I will be hurt.

-You! -How can you escape from me?

-That's my weak arm. -It deserves to be broken.

Let go, someone's knocking.

Yashpal, I told you to get sweets, what's this?

-He was spying. -He said Pundit sent him.

-Didn't know the code. So we grabbed him. -Release him.

Sit still!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

-Who are you? -Chandrashekhar Azad told me

to reach Mozang House.

-I was just inquiring when... -You've reached.

-Where? -This is Mozang House, idiot.

-Is it, so? -What's the code?

Code... I...

-I forgot. -Your name?

-Who's name? -Yours!

My name, sure.

Hari Shivram Rajguru. No.

It's Shivram Hari Rajguru, something like that.

-State your business. -Name again?

-Why are you here, idiot? -Look, I'm a new member of your group.

HRA. Azad has sent this letter for Bhagat Singh.

-Who is Bhagat Singh? -Give it here.

-No! It's for Bhagat Singh -Give me the letter, son of Chaplin!

Charlie Chaplin, that's the code!

Charlie Chaplin, that's the code!

Thank you.

-I'm Bhagat Singh. -Wow!

I'm delighted to meet you. Pundit speaks so highly of you.

I hear you have called a big meeting

where revolutionaries from all over India will come together.

I'm from Maratha land, brave like the great warrior, Shivaji!

I'm an expert shooter too, fearless.

Today, I slipped up a bit.

But you'll see. I'll live with you and die with you.

For the party's aim.

-Do you know the aim of our party? -Freedom!

Freedom is not our aim!

What are you saying, Bhagat?

What are you saying, Bhagat?

Freedom alone is not our aim.

What is this freedom?

A transfer of power from the British

to a handful of rich and powerful Indians?

Is this freedom?

Will that make any difference to the life of a common man?

To the laborer, to the poor man?

Will this freedom give them their rights? No!

Comrades! Freedom is just the first step. The aim is to build a nation.

A nation which guarantees equal rights to all in society.

A society that doesn't discriminate on grounds of religion.

A nation that does not tolerate the exploitation of man by man.

It's too idealistic, Bhagat. It's very difficult.

Difficult, Phoni but not impossible.

It isn't easy to keep a country that has so many

religions, castes, cultures, and languages united.

Unless we understand this task now,

unless we struggle for it now,

India will still get freedom.

But it will degenerate into a corrupt,

exploitative, and communalized society.

Comrades, our aim is a socialist society.

Our party's name must clearly reflect that.

I'm proposing that the Hindustan Republican Association

be renamed as Hindustan Socialist Republican Association!

Azad has sent news that

he will abide by whatever decision is taken over here.

-Are you with me? -Yes.

Then, comrades, from today, let us declare a war on British rule!

Our first target, drive back the Simon Commission.

We shall fight beside Lala Lajpat Rai.

To the Hindustan Socialist Republican Association.

Victory!

-Simon, go back! -Simon, go back!

-Simon, go back! -Simon, go back!

-Simon, go back! -Simon, go back!

-Simon, go back! -Lala!

Lala!

Simon, go back!

Simon, go back!

-Simon, go back! -Lala!

Lala's murder is a slap on the face of the nation!

Two 22-year-old policemen

battered him to death in public.

-No one even protested? -Who says?

They are... Congress condemns it.

-The Hindu Council denounces... -Nonsense!

Nonsense!

The ugly fact is that all have become eunuchs.

This helplessness is everywhere.

We will have to answer this.

Scott has to get killed.

Absolutely! It's the only way to teach the government a lesson.

We must strike terror in their hearts.

Our action will do so.

They will think ten times before repeating such an act.

Murder...

Will we become murderers?

See, Jaigopal

we cherish human life.

We would sooner die than kill an innocent man.

But this policeman is not innocent.

His actions reflect the cruelty

and inhumanity of the power behind him.

By hitting him, we will attack that power.

Great! I'll barge into the police station and blast him right now.

Rajguru.

For the hottest of actions, you need a cool head.

Who wants to join this action?

Think it over. Being caught means the noose.

That's why I'll participate. Sukhdev will plan.

The map of the police headquarters and adjoining areas.

Bhagat Singh and Rajguru will fire.

Bhagat first.

Pundit, you will cover them.

Jaigopal, keep an eye on Scott.

Your job is to identify him on that day.

The day of action, 17th of December.

It's not Scott, he's Saunders.

Catch them.

Run.

-Get them! -Yes, sir!

Stop! Turn back!

Turn back! I don't want to kill an Indian.

Go!

Any news of Bhagat?

Is it true one attacker was a Sikh?

Oh, God!

The police have cordoned off the town.

How will he get out?

Watch every face. You've seen the assassins.

They must not escape.

No one can evade your eyes.

Your fortunes are about to turn.

Hail the Lord!

You have a good fortune. Hail the Lord!

-Nab anyone even slightly suspicious. -Take him in!

If you even suspect anybody, pull him out!

Oh, my baby!

Watch out for disguises.

They might have false beards, shaved mustaches.

-Let's go back. -Get going.

-But... -Come on.

Oh, god!

-Sorry? I fell. -I know that you are a lowly man.

-Get up, scum! -Forgive him, he's poor.

-I never wanted to return from London. -Excuse me.

But you insisted on seeing your relatives.

Look at the kind of people living here.

You need officers like him.

For 150 years, they caned you, but you never improved.

This one did. He became a policeman! Smart Indian. Smart Indian.

-Come, sir. -Come on, will you?

Get back, make way for the gentleman!

Move back. Come sir.

What are you staring at? Look over there.

Watch carefully.

Let's see how those killers get out of Lahore.

You're right, Bhagat.

I have been here for so many days. Hardly anyone here knows of our party.

And no one knows of its principles or aims, at all.

If it's like this in Calcutta, what about the rest of the country?

But why? Didn't we risk our lives to avenge Lala's murder

because it was the wish of the people?

Sister-in-law, who knows that?

Four posters in Lahore, a few articles in Lucknow and Cawnpore

don't cover the country.

People do not know our ideology that we speak for them.

In their eyes, we're what the British have labeled us. Terrorists.

Even Congress leaders call us that.

And what's published about us forms public opinion.

Face it. We're isolated from the people.

The truth is that we have still not been able to be their part.

The revolution we dream of

can never be fulfilled until the common people are with us.

You're right, Bhagat.

We may die or kill for the country, but no one will know.

And them?

Even if they sneeze, the nation hears.

But we, too, will do something

which will echo throughout the country.

We'll explode bombs.

There's a professor here who knows how to make bombs.

Jatin Das. A guru!

I know him. He's a great fellow. He can teach us.

He'll never teach us bomb-making. He hates any violence.

He will not come.

He did refuse.

But if Bhagat speaks, he may agree.

No way. I'm not with you people.

Do you know where you will end up?

Life imprisonment or gallows!

That is if we get caught.

As long as I have this, no one can catch me alive.

I'm Azad, free. And I will always be free.

Those who worry about consequences can never fight for the country!

Okay, okay. But why bombs and guns at all?

Even the Congress is fighting.

Why can't we join the Congress in this struggle?

Yes, the Congress is struggling all right.

We just heard Gandhi ask for Dominion status.

Dominion status! Half-rule!

We get the throne, they keep the reins.

Begin every assembly session with, "God save the Queen!"

Is that what you want?

For every policy decision, seek British approval!

That will be freedom. You know this.

That may be so, but the people are with the Congress.

The Congress only wants power, by hook or by crook.

They aren't even thinking about what this country really needs.

If the freedom is attained according to the Congress,

then even when the British go, we will continue to be slaves.

With their way, nothing will change.

The rich will get richer, the poor will become poorer.

And a time will come

when this country will get devoured by communal passions.

That is the nightmare of the future.

Even then, I cannot favor violence.

What is violence? Tell us, Jatin.

Violence is when you use force to exploit people, to oppress them.

The fight for one's life, for dignity, for rights

is not violence. It is self-defense!

What violence!

I will not call your act violence.

It is self-defense.

That's what I've been saying.

Okay. Take me to my death!

-Say that sweetly. -Indeed!

This man pulls a gun on me. You try to strangle me!

-Okay, okay. Order some sweets now? -Yes, sure.

For 45 days, we've been on strike!

We ask for basic things like food, education for our children.

But our employer gives us a lecture on freedom?

What freedom? Will it improve our lot?

-No! -You are right.

Even today, he has come with the police

to take his goods from the warehouse.

We will give up our lives, but won't let them do this.

-We won't, we won't! -We are leaving.

-We shall fight for the revolution! -We shall fight for the revolution!

We shall fight for the revolution!

Workers stop work only when their suffering becomes unbearable.

In the last year itself, there were 200 strikes in this country.

And yet, no one is doing anything.

Instead, the Trade Disputes Bill and Public Safety Bill

have been drafted by the government

to declare all strikes illegal.

Any protestor can be locked up without evidence, without trial.

-What are you proposing, Bhagat? -On April 8th,

the Viceroy will force both the bills through the Assembly.

We will oppose that.

-By exploding a bomb there. -Bomb?

What is he saying?

Silence.

But, Bhagat, there will be Indians in that session, too.

The purpose of the bomb will not be to cause any injury or death.

Then, why throw a bomb?

Because the whites are deaf.

And it takes a loud sound to make the deaf hear.

It will be a warning for them. Enough is enough!

We are not going to be silent now.

Brilliant, Bhagat! Brilliant!

This explosion will shake up England.

And, in the pandemonium, our bomb-throwers will escape easily.

No, Pundit.

This time, there'll be no running away.

-They will court arrest. -Bhagat.

A revolutionary never surrenders.

He fights all the way.

We will also fight till the end.

So shall we. We have been called irresponsible terrorists.

By not running away, we will show

that our actions are deliberate that we take responsibility for them.

This act will put us in the public eye. The masses will get to know us.

And, during the court case, our statements will be recorded.

Newspapers will be forced to publish our reasons, our arguments.

The means we've been looking for to reach the people

will be gifted to us by the government itself.

We will use their platform, their channel to reach out to people.

-Wonderful. -Marvelous.

We need two men.

-One of them... -It must not be you, Bhagat!

-Pundit. -Not you.

-I've worked out what to say, how to... -Sure.

Instruct the comrades. They will do it.

Why not I?

The Saunders murder case can be reopened.

I don't want to risk your life.

Pundit, no one can do this better than me!

I will decide that.

I will choose the boys for this mission.

-Please, Pundit... -That's my order, Bhagat.

I am the commander-in-chief of HSRA!

Sukhdev, you don't understand.

You weren't present there. I tried my best, but he wouldn't...

And you gave up?

To fight in a British court requires language.

Bhagat! An impeccable understanding of history, politics.

The power of arguing, conviction,

with presence of mind and the nerve to take on the best of them!

And the man who can do it all will not be there!

He'll write articles and draft proposals

-while others go to their death. -Sukhdev!

Suddenly discovered a desire for life, Sardar Bhagat Singh?

I discarded that desire as soon as I became conscious, Sukhdev.

-And you're accusing me of cowardice? -I am not.

As your friend, I am reminding you of your duty.

You know that no one can do this better than you.

Then why? Why is someone else going?

Fine. If you are determined to disobey me, then why ask?

It's not that.

If anyone here can say that he can do this better,

I'll withdraw voluntarily.

It's the HSRA principle, choose the best man for the job.

-But the Saunders murder case... -Pundit.

All of us risk our lives.

We can't let the mission suffer for that.

Very well. Who will accompany you?

-I will go. -No, Sukhdev.

After me, Sukhdev will take my place here.

It will be a two-pronged battle.

We'll do our propaganda from inside. Outside, you'll organizes the masses.

I will accompany Bhagat.

Do you know English? Sit down.

I'll learn everything written by Bhagat.

Why is he so eager to die?

Just once, let me die for my country.

-Then I'll live in peace forever. -Wonderful!

You have all gone crazy!

What do you say, Bhagat?

-Batukeshwar Dutt will go with me. -Me?

Thank you, Bhagat.

Respected Father, I don't know whether I will see you again.

I have reached that stage of my journey, where I am

no longer a son, a brother, or a friend.

I am only a revolutionary whose only aim is

freedom for his country. I am sure I have your blessings.

Yours, Bhagat.

Long live Revolution!

Long live Revolution!

Long live Revolution!

Down with Imperialism!

With the explosion of the bomb, both Lord Irwin

-and Emerson were badly shaken. -Dirty Indian. Fool!

But they were more perplexed by the fact

that the revolutionaries did not want to kill anyone.

It's London again, sir. The Prime Minister himself.

Irresponsible young men!

They have maligned the freedom struggle! Regrettable!

This is a very dastardly act. Freedom is even more difficult now.

This cannot be condemned enough.

The youth of this country will have to choose their path.

Mahatma Gandhi's? Or this Bhagat Singh's?

Long live Revolution! Down with Imperialism!

Long live Revolution! Down with Imperialism!

Long live Revolution! Down with Imperialism!

Long live Revolution! Down with Imperialism!

Your Honor, my clients want to tell the court their reason

and the motive for throwing the bombs.

Your Honor, have you ever sentenced anyone to death?

If your motive is ignored,

you become just a common murderer.

Great going, Bhagat!

Well spoken. Justice can never be done

without knowing the motive behind the crime. May I?

You may.

We know how to make bombs, so we understand their power.

We didn't include chemicals or shrapnel in them.

We threw them in a safe area.

Because we value and respect human life.

Our motive was not to kill.

It was to make ourselves heard.

It takes a loud sound to make the deaf hear.

Hence, the bombs were thrown.

This was a warning to the British.

That your time here is over.

To our Assembly members.

Stop betraying your people. Stop it. So, we threw the bomb.

Our country's real strength comes from our farmers, our laborers.

But not only are they cruelly exploited, their right to protest

was being quashed by the Trade Disputes Bill

and Public Safety Bill.

It was our duty to highlight their conditions.

Hence, the bombs were thrown.

We want our youth

to determine their own future. Learn to ask questions.

Following someone blindly is also slavery.

And finally, let our great leaders stop preaching to the people

instead listen to them.

Criticizing Gandhi has become fashionable.

Long live Revolution!

My child.

Forget him.

Can you forget?

Mine is different.

I am his mother.

And I?

Do only ties of blood matter, not ties of the heart?

Kishori, what are you up to?

All the explosives are lying here? Hide them.

Sukhdev-bhai, Azad-ji's letter.

Police! Run!

Don't hit me.

-Ushering in a revolution? -Yes.

-You will make bombs? -Yes.

You will make bombs?

Tell me, who are your accomplices?

Tell me!

You, tell me about your accomplices!

You must be tired, ask another slave to help you.

We were keeping the movement going.

-It happened so suddenly. -We never had a chance.

-The police raided us so suddenly? -Sorry, Bhagat.

Don't lose heart.

We're still together, aren't we?

We are united. We'll continue the struggle.

I don't know why have they called us here.

I heard the Saunders case has been reopened.

Saunder's murder case?

-On what basis? -What evidence do they have?

Kishorilal.

Ajoy Ghosh.

Shiv Varma.

Gaya Prasad.

Jaidev Kapoor.

Batukeshwar Dutt.

Bhagat Singh?

Bhagat Singh.

And me? I am Sukhdev!

Identify me! Look at my eyes, you fool!

Remember how I fed you?

You fool! How could you do this to us?

-Leave him, Sukhdev. -Bloody traitor.

Let go of me, I will kill him.

Let go of me, Bhagat.

It's all over, Bhagat.

It's all over.

When our own friends have betrayed us, who will believe us?

Who will believe us?

Viceroy and Emerson were relieved.

What can Bhagat Singh do now?

Come on, move!

Come on. You join us.

Move ahead!

Move ahead!

Hey, freedom fighter! Take your lunch.

Do it fast!

-I'm not eating this. -Why?

-Look at the way food is... -This is how it is.

-And this is what everyone eats. -I won't.

Why won't you eat?

Because this food isn't fit for humans.

What are you trying to say?

Those white prisoners are given every facility,

but we're treated worse than animals.

Dirty filthy clothes, rats, and cockroaches on the food.

Feed us simple stuff, but keep it clean at least.

Law is equal for everyone, Jailor Sir.

This is what you will get. That's it!

Then I won't eat.

Until we're treated like human beings.

Decent food, clean clothes, books to read, newspapers.

You'll get nothing!

Then I won't eat.

-For how long? -Until you agree to my demands.

-We'll see. -Sure.

Really?

Bhagat, eat.

You haven't eaten for so many days.

For God's sake, don't refuse.

Thank you, sir, but I can't eat.

I got it made at home.

You wanted good food, didn't you?

It isn't just about food and clothes.

Nor it is about me.

-The government must agree to... -The government won't give anything.

Then I'll die of starvation, I guess.

They won't let you die either.

Batukeshwar Dutt too is on hunger strike.

News of your hunger strike is already in the papers.

You have no idea what they can do to break your spirit.

I'll know soon, I suppose.

Won't eat, will you?

Let's see. Open his mouth!

-Open his mouth! -Open your mouth!

Shove it inside his nose!

Open.

It's just been 15 days. Know this very well.

I will do whatever it takes to break your hunger strike.

Now what do you say? What is your answer!

-What about our demands? -Nothing!

Your demands will never be met. Never!

It will go on the way it was, that's all.

Understand this, Bhagat.

Your hunger strike makes no difference.

Why are you doing this? Why?

-Because I can't tolerate injustice. -And I can't tolerate disobedience.

Very well, Jailer.

You be loyal to your job.

I'll be loyal to my country.

-Hey, Bhagat. -Bhagat.

-Bhagat. -Bhagat.

What is this madness?

Why are you doing this?

You... B. K... Didn't you stop him? You've joined him too?

Why aren't you eating? What will we achieve?

Bhagat Singh, keep going! We are with you!

Bhagat Singh, keep going! We are with you!

Long Live Bhagat Singh!

-Long live! -Revolution!

-Long live! -Revolution!

-Long live! -Revolution!

The desire for sacrifice Now burns inside our hearts

The time has come to test the strength Of the enemy's blade

The desire for sacrifice Now burns inside our hearts

The time has come to test the strength Of the enemy's blade

Do you see the writing in the skies?

Our resolve weakens the enemy

The spirit of sacrifice

The spirit of sacrifice

The spirit of sacrifice

In our blood, we will etch our history

From the tyrants, we shall redeem Our land, our skies

In our blood, we will etch our history

From the tyrants, we shall redeem Our land, our skies

Imbued with the spirit of Sacrifice Fear not even Death

You are young And your Motherland is threatened

Should you stand mute witness?

Witness, every heart craves to perform The ultimate sacrifice

The desire for sacrifice Now rules our hearts

The desire for sacrifice Now rules our hearts

It is time to test the strength Of the enemy's blade

Long live Revolution! Down with Imperialism!

Long live Revolution!

Down with Imperialism!

Lahore conspiracy case continues.

Mr. Gaurdener, please proceed.

Long live Revolution!

Long live Revolution!

Long live Revolution!

Bhagat Singh, I won't leave you fellows alone.

-Brave like the great warrior, Shivaji! -Yes.

Put him in the dock with the others.

I thank you, O government lapdog!

Come dear. How did you come?

-Sukhdev, I missed you boys? -Even we missed you.

It's a celebration! The celebration of the revolution!

Long live Revolution!

You shout slogans of Inquilaab.

Do you even know the meaning of revolution?

Revolution is a war against tyranny and injustice!

It is a weapon to fight exploitation!

A call to the youth to unite!

A warning to this barbaric government!

A wake-up call for the passive masses!

A cry to arouse your buried conscience!

Thank you for the explanation.

So come join the celebration!

Your Honor, the prosecution wishes

-to present a government witness. -Yes, sure. Call him.

Mr. Phonindranath Ghosh to be presented.

Did the accused set up an illegal bomb factory?

Yes.

Hey, look into my eyes, coward!

Blushing like a bride, are you?

Are they sending you to Britain, traitor?

Dog!

Were you part of the bomb-making?

Yes.

Your Honor, we have already submitted his written testimony.

Sorry, Your Honor, his testimony is false!

Neither he is with us, nor he knows about making bombs.

What are you saying?

Don't I know how to make bombs?

Jatin is standing there. He is my teacher.

-Jatin-da. Tell them that I do know. -No, you don't.

-He doesn't, Your Honor. -What are you saying?

If you do, tell us what ingredients are used to make bombs.

Yes, this is no big deal. I'll tell you.

-You need mainly nine items to make bomb. -Tell us.

-Yes, I am telling. -Yes, go on.

-Gun cotton. -Gun cotton.

-Gauze wire. -Gauze wire.

-Ammonium carbonate. -Ammonium carbonate.

-Sulphur. -Sulphur.

-Red phosphorus. -Red phosphorus.

-Red sulphide. -Red sulphide.

Carbolic acid, Nitric acid.

Sulphuric acid, that's all.

Nothing left now.

-Are you sure? -No, I am not forgetting anything.

Yes. No, wait two more.

Yes, red paper

for capping the bomb, and iron pieces for the clip.

That's it. Well Jatin, what do you say?

What are you laughing at?

Do you want to test him further?

-Enough. -Your Honor, we have nothing to ask.

It took us years to learn,

now every child will read it in the newspapers.

-Long live Revolution! -Your Honor, please stop them.

Long live Revolution!

-The kids were wonderful! -Now every kid can make bombs.

We hear that all comrades are now being kept together in the same jail.

Bad times for the British!

Run! We are ruined.

Run!

Boys, what's going on? Come on, eat your lunch.

Come to eat, man.

Bhagat, you tell them.

I am trying to make them understand.

Please go and eat.

-No, Bhagat, no one will eat. -I'm not eating.

I'm not eating.

-Nor I. -Not me.

We are together!

Look, this isn't easy.

Once you begin a strike,

you go all the way.

Breaking it is our defeat.

-If even one of you... -No one's going to give up.

We're with you, all the way.

We will not back off, Bhagat.

-Not one of us will weaken. -We're going to fight all the way.

You will die one inch at a time, every single day.

-Long Live Revolution! -Please listen to me.

-Long Live Revolution! -Long Live Revolution!

-Long Live Revolution! -Long Live Revolution!

He knew that Bhagat Singh's strike can put them into trouble.

He ignored the caution.

Hey, don't move. Open your mouth.

Careful. Good.

Today, the Bengal Tiger really struck firm.

Jatin-da thrashed them. A guard is still clutching his groin.

Wonderful! Well said!

Didn't let one drop go in!

I had told you, all the way.

Get me water. Water!

Water!

-Water! -Fools!

All night, they kept us without water.

Can someone hear? Please bring water!

At least bring us water, you fool!

Water! Water!

Water!

This crazy Kishori swallowed chili powder to inflame his throat.

To stop them from inserting tubes.

-His throat's been on fire since? -Water!

Give me water, please.

Water has come!

Fool!

Were you born of beasts?

Look at these idiots! They've given us milk instead of water.

The desire for sacrifice

Now rules our hearts

It is time to test the power

Of the enemy's blade

The desire for sacrifice

Now rules our hearts

It is time to test the power

Of the enemy's blade

Come the time

We'll leave for all the world to see

What joy there is in obsession

In pursuit of the goal

The desire for sacrifice

Now rules our hearts

It's the flame of sacrifice

As we hang

To the last threads of hope

Trying to hold on to a dream

We dreamt together

What resolve

Can torture break?

What resolve

Can torture break?

The flame of sacrifice

Burns inside our hearts

Now put to test the strength

Of the enemy blade

LONG LIVE HUNGER STRIKE LONG LIVE BHAGAT SINGH

LONG LIVE HUNGER STRIKE

LONG LIVE HUNGER STRIKE

LONG LIVE HUNGER STRIKE

LONG LIVE HUNGER STRIKE

Like the fragrance of the grain

We will live in every crop

Our farmers raise like the humming of life

We will live on the breaths Of every generation to come

Like the fragrance of the grain

We will live in every crop

Our farmers raise like the humming of life

We will live on the breaths Of every generation to come

For generations to come

The flame of sacrifice Burns inside our hearts

Now put to test the strength Of the enemy blade

Come the time we'll leave For all the world to see

What joy there is in obsession

In pursuit of the goal

While, on one hand, the whole country was supporting

the hunger strike of the revolutionaries,

on the other hand, delicious feasts were spread, but...

And the fire fueled by Bhagat Singh reached the Viceroy's Palace.

Now, Bhagat Singh's popularity was as much as Gandhi's.

It was very important to break this hunger strike.

Eat a sweet! The whites are defeated!

They broke before our children's resolve!

Here you go. Take it. Say, "Long live!"

The British have relented!

Jatin Das.

Jatin Das.

No food for 63 days, refuses to take medicine.

If he won't listen, I can't help it.

Someone please tell him.

Jatin.

-Jatin. -Bhagat.

We won!

We won, my brother.

They have agreed to our demands.

-Take the medicine, please. -I told you, Bhagat I will come till end.

Not a drop today, too.

With you all the way, all the way.

-Jatin-da... -Lives forever!

-Jatin-da... -Lives forever!

-Jatin-da... -Lives forever!

Even I mourn the death of this boy.

But I regret to say that if we followed their path,

we can't create a society.

-It will cause destruction. -Destruction is hardly our aim.

Our aim is to free India from these alien plunderers.

We're prepared to shed our blood for it.

Non-violence and love are the only two ways to attain freedom.

Because with them, we can win the hearts of our enemy.

In all these years of love and non-violence,

the hearts of how many General Dyers and Lord Irwins have we won?

We are ready to talk with the British.

There can be no dialogue, no pact between a slave and a master.

The British must quit India first, then we'll negotiate with them.

We have demanded Dominion Status, and we shall have it.

Total independence!

-It's our right and we shall seize it. -Long Live Revolution!

Bapu, I...

You actually endorsed his views?

And in the Congress Bulletin?

-I wanted a debate on it. -Debate?

Congress principles are fundamentally opposed to his principles.

I'm sorry.

But I must point out

that the youth of our party has started speaking Bhagat Singh's language.

Here we wait for the Viceroy's reply to our appeal for Dominion Status,

and there, our youth echoes Bhagat Singh's slogan.

Total Independence!

-Long live... -Mahatma Gandhi!

Total Independence?

Let the British government get this loud and clear.

Congress will not make any compromise on its demand

for Total Independence!

Total Independence!

The British regime was now clear about what was happening.

The advertisement of Bhagat Singh

via the court was awakening people of the country.

So, as per the Viceroy's new ordinance,

the case can proceed even in the absence of the accused.

The verdict is predetermined.

And no appeal is permitted either.

There is no doubt about the audience.

So, now the British government will commit murder in broad daylight.

But that was exactly Bhagat's aim.

To provoke the government into revealing its true barbaric nature.

It's done that. They stand to expose themselves?

Hence, they want to finish him off!

We can't lose Bhagat. We won't.

Bhagwati, we will surely get him out.

-Virbhadra. -Yes, Pundit.

Send word to Bhagat to be ready.

We'll spring him on the way to court.

He has accomplished his mission.

No, Sinha, I haven't accomplished even a thousandth of what I want to.

Tell Pundit-ji, the war continues.

And I can't flee now.

Do you realize where this is headed? To the gallows!

What will you achieve by dying?

Do you know what I really dream of? I dream of a smiling death.

A dream of my death inspiring the youth

of this country to plunge into battle for freedom.

They also jumped into the fight for freedom without fear.

You know, if that happens,

then our dream of a great nation will surely come true.

Of an equal society free from exploitation, a secular country.

Blood won't be shed between communities.

Where Hindus and Muslims don't kill each other over temples and mosques,

where every religion and sect happily coexist,

that dream of a genuinely secular society

will come true!

Then India will be great!

Long Live Revolution! Down with Imperialism!

Before your ancestors had a language, our children were reading scriptures.

Wonderful! Wonderful, Bhagat!

The fame of our golden land dragged you all the way from England.

Didn't you come here to plunder it with the East India Company as a front?

Did you forget that?

English came here to plunder us.

You! And you call us poor? Have you no shame?

Bloody hell, even your queen wears the Kohinoor diamond stolen from us.

-Thieves. -Well done, Rajguru.

What's with this order-order?

Do you think three judges instead of one will scare us?

Bring on another 300 if you can.

We will speak the truth and you will hear us.

What are you people so proud of anyway?

Because you use spoons and forks instead of your hands?

Or because you use paper instead of water?

Get out while you still can, fellows!

If our 300 million Indians were to just shout in unison,

you hundred thousand British will be running away deaf.

-The traitor. -Forget him.

-Where are our sweets? -They must've blocked them at the door.

Those policemen will gobble them up.

-Mr Ram Saran Das, in your deposition... -It's a lie!

I did not give any statement?

All lies!

The police beat me up. They forced me to sign the testimony.

-You are lying. -He is lying.

-Long Live Revolution! -Long Live Revolution!

-Long Live Revolution! -Long Live Revolution!

No! We won't allow that now! He's a liar!

Your Honor, it is clear that how witnesses

are being coerced by police beatings.

The testimonies of all government witnesses should be dismissed.

-This is not right! -We won't allow it!

My statement is absolutely true.

-The plan to kill Scott was made by... -Traitor!

-Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, and Rajguru. -Dog! Fool!

-I was part of the conspiracy. -Traitor fool! Take this!

Prem, are you out of your mind?

No.

This is a court, Your Honor. You can't handcuff us here.

I apologize for my friend's behavior.

-Go on, say it. -I'm sorry, I'll accept any punishment.

But please don't penalize them all.

-We refuse to be handcuffed! -This is a court!

Not a jail!

No one submit to this! It's against their own law!

-Handcuff all of them. -No one submit to this.

-No one submit to this. -Quick.

This! Is this your law? Is this your justice?

You are cowards, killers in the guise of judges!

Never again shall we set foot in this dishonest and corrupt place!

You may pronounce your predetermined sentence whenever you wish.

Long Live Revolution!

Do you realize what you have done?

You have gone and abjectly appealed

for mercy to that very court, the very government that we reject?

I know you don't agree with my methods.

But you have no right to interfere with my fight.

Forgive me, Babu-ji, but you have stabbed me on my back.

No, Bhagat!

No, son!

I'm your father!

You tell me, what could I do?

What could a father do?

You can be an inspiration for other fathers,

so that they do not hesitate to send their sons to die for freedom.

This is a test for all of us.

We will have to be strong.

We will have to be strong.

Yes, son.

Bejoy Kumar Sinha, Kishorilal,

Mahaveer Singh, Shiv Verma,

Gaya Prasad, Jaidev, and Kamalnath Tiwari.

Rajguru, under sections 121 and 302

-Death by hanging! -Great!

Sukhdev.

Under sections 121 and 302. Death by hanging!

Delighted!

Bhagat Singh.

Under sections 121 and 302.

Death by hanging!

Thank you very much.

-Long Live Revolution! -Long Live Revolution!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long Live.

-Sukhdev! -Long Live.

-Rajguru! -Long Live.

Long Live Revolution!

-Bhagat Singh! -Long Live.

-Sukhdev! -Long Live.

-Rajguru! -Long Live.

-Long Live... -Bhagat Singh!

-Long Live... -Sukhdev!

No matter what Bhagat says, he is very precious for the country.

We must free them.

Pundit, I have to receive my sister. I should go now.

Virbhadra!

Be alert. Times are bad. Go.

Pundit, the police are getting increasingly desperate for you.

We have arranged the money.

-Why didn't you escape to Russia? -No, Sukhdevraj.

It's a war for this land, I shall fight it here.

Give this money to Rajguru's mother. She needs it.

Sukhdev.

-Pundit. -Sukhdevraj! Run!

Chandrashekhar Azad!

Revolutionary dog!

Forgive me, Mother. I could not serve you longer.

Glory to the Motherland.

No, dear.

You're my brave brother, aren't you?

My sister, have courage.

Live long, my dear one.

You have made us proud.

May the Lord be with you always.

No, dear.

My Bhagat towers above all.

It is you who taught me to walk on the path of freedom, Father.

Tell me, Bhagat. You think about everyone.

Your ideals, your country, your struggle.

Didn't you ever think about your mother?

Mother.

Whenever I thought of my country,

you were the one I saw. I always saw you.

You were my inspiration. Mother, you are my strength.

At such a young age, you will leave everyone and go away?

No, Mother, don't cry.

See, if you cry, so will I.

Then what will the world say?

That Bhagat Singh cried because he had a fear of death?

No one will say that. Your mother will not weep

and nor will Bhagat Singh.

Go, son. Remember to say, "Inquilab Zindabad."

In one voice, the whole country demands only one thing,

commute the hangings of Bhagat Singh and his friends!

Bhagat Singh is not just a person.

He is a wave of revolution that is sweeping over the country.

Some may not concur with his methods.

But no one can deny his spirit of sacrifice and patriotism.

-Bhagat Singh... -Long Live!

-Bhagat Singh... -Long Live!

-Sukhdev! Long Live! -Rajguru! Long Live!

The cry of Save Bhagat Singh was echoing all over the world.

Pundit, we have to save Bhagat Singh.

We have to save Bhagat Singh.

Silence, silence, please.

The entire country wants Bhagat Singh and his friends saved.

And everyone knows that only Gandhi-ji can do this.

-Yes, only Gandhi-ji can. -I do understand.

Even Bapu understands.

-He is meeting the Viceroy today. -He shouldn't sign the Irwin Pact.

Until unless their sentences are commuted, he shouldn't have signed.

If he signs unconditionally, the Congress will be disgraced.

Doesn't I and Bapu care for the Congress?

You ought to be ashamed.

See, Bapu will do whatever he can.

Trust me.

There was another thing. It's not connected with the pact.

Three young men are to be hanged.

If he is martyred, the atmosphere in the country could get prejudiced,

can something be done about this?

But the time for hanging is tomorrow morning.

-Chattar Singh! -Sir.

Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, Rajguru.

-Prepare them for the hangings. -Now?

-But they're supposed to hang tomorrow. -Fresh orders.

The hangings will take place at seven this evening.

-It's time, Bhagat. -Two minutes, jailer sir.

I am reading about Lenin. A meeting of two revolutionaries!

Let's go.

-No handcuffs. -You have to.

Today, we shall walk free.

Put them on, Sukhdev. No point upsetting someone just before going?

-Okay, if you insist. -Let it be.

It's all right.

-Thanks, jailer sir. -We are grateful.

Give me the color saffron

Mother, paint my shroud In colors of the saffron

Mother, paint my shroud In colors of the saffron

Give me the color saffron

Mother, paint my shroud In colors of the saffron

Her braves venture forth Holding lives in their hands

They bare their chests

Laughing defiantly courting death

To usher in a free dawn

To show the world There's life even in death

Our sons set out to protect The honor of their mothers

To show the world There's life even in death

Our sons set out to protect The honor of their mothers

The spark of freedom thrills The blood in my veins

O'give me the color

Mother, paint my shroud bloody in colors of the saffron

Mother, paint my shroud bloody in colors of the saffron

Give me the color saffron

Mother, paint my shroud bloody In colors of the saffron

On a glorious day

Like golden Spring

We venture wearing our shrouds For the ultimate sacrifice

In restless hearts, ecstasy abounds

For time is near when we bid Our Motherland farewell

But unto Her seasons to come We will leave like a waft

A whiff of fragrance

Lucky are ones given A chance to die such deaths

-Like a wedding march -We walk to wed revolution

O'give me the color

O'give me the color

Mother, paint my shroud bloody In colors of the saffron

Mother, paint my shroud bloody In colors of the saffron

Give me the color saffron

Mother, paint my shroud bloody In colors of the saffron

Today, you will get to see

how true revolutionaries embrace death with a smile for their ideals.

You're lucky.

Bhagat, remember God. Now, at least.

Forgive me, sir. Neither do I fear death nor do I believe him.

Farewell.

Any last wishes?

For the last time, we wish to embrace.

Untie their hands.

-Long Live! Revolution! -Long Live! Revolution!

-Long Live! Revolution! -Long Live! Revolution!

-Long Live! Revolution! -Long Live! Revolution!

Tie their hands.