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It'll be done, Bapu.

Our members are working on it.

We'll have to wait till the next meeting for the rest.

Okay.

I've spoken with Sardar.

Come, Subhas.

Greetings, Bapu. Hello, Jawahar.

Hello, Subhas.

Congratulations on your victory!

Hope you have an excellent second term.

Congratulations!

Thank you. Hope you're happy, Bapu.

I'm very happy.

But...

But there's a small issue, Subhas.

The Congress High Command is not happy with your attitude.

If you still stick to your decision...

of not supporting the British during the War...

We'll have to take some very hard decisions.

Whereby I'll be forced to resign, huh?

Listen Jawahar, come what may...

I'll never support the Empire which mercilessly ruled over us for 200 years.

And I will never support the sacrifice of Indian soldiers for the British cause.

If they have to fight, they should fight for India, their motherland.

Violence through military struggle, even in self-defence...

is not a solution, Subhas.

Non-violence, as shown by Bapu, has to be the way forward.

Very well.

Let us assume we do go forward.

India does win freedom.

And you are the first Prime Minister, Jawahar.

Do you envisage an army, a navy, and an air force for Free India?

Or do you think the best way to encounter foreign aggression...

will be to offer the other cheek?

- Whatever it is-- - Jawahar.

Subhas, just think about it.

The British Empire is in a lot of trouble right now.

If we help them now...

then I believe, they'll give in to our demands.

But Bapu, we had helped them during the First World War too.

What did we get in return?

Rowlatt Act. Jallianwala Bagh.

It won't be repeated this time.

I am very certain.

In time, we'll win our freedom.

How long, Bapu?

And why?

We shouldn't be begging for freedom. It's our right!

We can't ask for freedom. We have seize it from them.

Your way of thinking is completely wrong, Subhas.

Violence is not the way.

The only way India can attain independence is through non-violence.

That's what I believe.

Please forgive me, Bapu.

I don't agree with you.

You can fight for freedom in your own way.

And I'll do it my way.

Bless me so that I can free India and return to an independent country.

Be victorious, Subhas!

I'll wait for you.

Subhas, wait!

Think about it, Subhas.

You're the Congress President.

Sooner or later, we'll get our freedom.

Don't go so far away that it becomes difficult for you to return.

Don't worry, Jawahar.

Doesn't matter how far I go, I'll come back to meet you.

But I'll return to an independent India.

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas

Subhas is the heart of India Subhas is the pride of India

Subhas is the respect of India Subhas is the dignity of India

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas

He'll lead a storm called India He'll bring glory to India

He'll be a terror to the foreign masters

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas

THE UNKNOWN

Greetings, Your Excellency Kana Kanta!

My name is Tadamoto Negishi.

I bring news from Honourable Ambassador in Thailand, Mr. Tsubogaami.

What is it, Mr. Negishi?

Have they dropped another bomb?

It's over.

The Japanese are about to surrender.

Make arrangements.

We'll be moving to Singapore tomorrow.

And we'll decide the next plan of action.

As you wish, Netaji.

I...

I'll tell the others.

Ayer...

We might have lost the War.

But the battle against the British will continue till we're free.

Long live, India!

Long live, India!

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

So many sacrifices...so much struggle...

All for nothing!

At least, we tried, Habibur.

This is better than getting kicked around by those British dogs.

But what should we do now?

We'll all die if we keep fighting.

We'll die but in the battlefield.

Those Brits won't ever get their hands on us.

I think we should switch to regrouping and espionage now.

And the first thing to be done...

is for the Supreme Leader to move away from Singapore.

No.

No?

No.

INA will surrender.

The question is whether we'll do it with Japan or independently.

But sir, what about your plans...

to wage a guerilla warfare if the Axis powers--

Carrying on like this will only increase the casualty.

Surrendering will be a better option.

We might have lost the war...

but we have shown them...

that the Indian Army will not fight for those foreigners anymore.

But sir, the Allied forces are very vindictive.

And they've already declared you as a war criminal.

- If they capture you alive-- - The most they'll do is they'll hang me till death.

I'm prepared for it.

But the sacrifices made by our Azad Hind Fauj will not go in vain.

What are we going to do now?

Rehman, tell Stracey to raise a memorial...

for the INA members who died here in Singapore.

Ayer, prepare for a golden handshake...

for the soldiers of INA and Indian Independence League.

Three months of salary and ration.

I've had a word with the local Japanese commander.

And he suggested we should go to Bangkok to consult Minister Hachiya...

and Lt. General Isoda about the terms of INA surrender.

If they can’t help us, then we'll go to Saigon...

to meet Field Marshal Count Hisaichi.

And then decide.

That will be all, gentlemen.

Long live, India.

March forward, the Tiger of India Don't be afraid to die

By blowing away the enemy's head Raise the spirits of your nation

March forward, the Tiger of India Don't be afraid to die

By blowing away the enemy's head Raise the spirits of your nation

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Let your courage be ever increasing May The Lord always hear you

As for those who stand in your way Keep trampling them to dust and ashes

Let your courage be ever increasing May The Lord always hear you

As for those who stand in your way Keep trampling them to dust and ashes

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Gentlemen, in another few minutes, there'll be a Japanese bomber plane...

which will take off for Tokyo.

With the officers Lt. Colonel Sakai...

Lt. Colonel Nonogaki, Major Kono and Major Takahashi.

There are only two seats which are available.

So gentlemen, I'll have to take your leave for this journey.

And I promise to meet you later.

Please continue the operation as instructed.

And please keep the gold safe.

Who is going to accompany you?

You shouldn't go alone.

He's right.

Japan is ready to surrender.

The Allied forces will take over Tokyo any moment.

And you want to go there alone?

Don't worry.

Rehman will come with me.

Rehman is another name for Allah in Islam.

Nothing will happen to me.

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

I'm feeling very cold, sir.

I'll get something warm to wear from the plane.

Should I get something for you?

I don't need anything.

I usually don't feel very cold.

Netaji! Netaji!

Get up.

We'll go out the front.

Be careful, Netaji!

Are you...

...okay?

Water! Water!

- Bring some water. - Right away.

Water!

Water...

Is Hasan there?

No... No... This is Habibur Rehman.

Do you need anything?

Tell everyone...

I fought till the end.

I think he is a very brave man, almost inhuman.

I have seen enough cases like this.

And you cannot imagine the amount of pain.

Will he... survive?

Sadly, no.

Keep fighting.

India will be free soon.

Excuse me, Mr. Rehman.

He wants to take a photograph of Kana Kanta.

No photographs, please.

I don’t want people to see Netaji like this.

I bring news from the local commander.

It's not possible to transport Kana Kanta’s body anywhere.

The coffin is too big for any of the planes.

That is bad news.

We can’t keep the body like this for too long.

So what do we do now?

I suggest cremation. And at the earliest.

The streets and the trees are buzzing with the Nightingale's song

The streets are buzzing with the song of the masses

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas

And these ashes, My Lord...

were the ashes which were then taken to the Renkoji Temple, Tokyo.

And have been there for all these years.

Various Prime Ministers and foreign dignitaries...

have gone there to pay their respects.

My Lord, the circumstances and exact sequence of events...

leading to Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose’s death...

have been discussed, dissected and checked by so many agencies.

Have been confirmed by so many eye witness accounts.

Have been tested by so many international intelligence organisations.

That there cannot be a shred of doubt...

that Netaji did die on the 18th of August, 1945 at the Taihoku aerodrome.

Two independent, extensive and credible commissions...

the Shahnawaz Committee and the Khosla Commission...

were formed at the behest of conspiracy theorists.

And even they upheld the same conclusion.

So, in fact, frankly the third commission seems like...

an unnecessary burden on the public exchequer.

But since we have to go through the same witnesses...

- ...evidences-- - Thank you.

Thank you for your frank opinion about the need of this Commission, learned counsel.

But I would appreciate if you stick to the particulars of the case.

The person in question is Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose...

one of the leading pioneers of our freedom struggle.

And whether it is worthwhile to investigate about the fate of a national hero...

is something the nation will decide.

Any other points?

Any other sequence of events you would like to take us through?

My Lord, I'm sorry.

No, that's all for now.

- Thank you. - Please take your seat.

Excellent!

Now, I would like to call upon the founder member of Mission Netaji...

which is a voluntary fact-finding organisation...

dedicated to the cause of solving the mysteries of Netaji's disappearance.

Mr. Chandrachur Dhar?

No, he's something else.

The Tiger of Behala!

Best captain of India.

He's an inspiration. What brilliant strategy!

- The pep talk-- - What was the point?

What do you mean?

How did all the pep talk, strategy, all the fight help?

Our team lost the crucial match.

So, you're saying this fight, this struggle is meaningless?

It reminded me of a Kulbhushan Kharbanda dialogue.

The one from 'Shakaal'?

No, man. What he had said to Asrani.

The victor is the king.

What will be written on the scoreboard 100 years from now?

Winner, Australia. Winning captain, Ricky Ponting.

Sourav's name will be in the footnote.

Neither I nor history has the time to discuss footnotes.

So, you're trying to say Porus has no place in history?

It's all Alexander.

Now, I'm reminded of Kamal Mitra.

I'm not trying to say it. I am saying it.

Boss is looking for you.

Done watching the match?

I was just eating... They just...

- Forced you to sit with them. - Exactly.

It's the same thing I mean...

The more I try to change the work ethics in Kolkata...

Nothing seems to work!

All that people are interested in is either cricket or cinema.

Anyway.

- Anyway, what's the score? - 234.

Couldn't even score 300.

- Anyway, I have an assignment for you. - Please tell me.

Have you heard of the Mukherjee Commission?

The one waiting for Netaji to return.

Are you kidding?

Shouldn't I?

I've heard all my life that Netaji isn't dead.

And he'll come back at the right time to save the country.

The entire world knows he died in the plane crash.

We're lucky Rabindranath Tagore and Satyajit Ray's deaths are well documented.

Otherwise, in this iconless country...

they'd have spawned conspiracy theories as well.

- Not a Netaji fan, then? - Not at all.

I find him very overrated.

In fact, I feel if he stayed with the Congress he could have done something for the country.

But he left the party and the country. That too, to join Hitler's team.

All that's great. But they didn't even win.

He built an army without any military training.

He made friends with the Japanese, then lost to the Allied forces.

It was a mess.

He had the courage to fight the British.

He could look them in the eye.

In fact, the INA army had partially won in Imphal and Arakan.

Dr. BR Ambedkar said in a BBC interview...

Or Clement Attlee, the British PM at the time of Independence...

when he came back to India said...

"The real reason why the British left India was not Gandhi.

But Netaji, his phenomena, the INA revolt...

and the naval mutiny which followed."

What phenomena? Which mutiny?

I was just telling them.

The victor is the king.

Only the losing party comes up with lame excuses.

The fact is we got our independence because of Gandhi and Nehru.

Not Subhas Bose.

That's a different discussion. We'll save it for later.

I want you to work on a story.

Do a story on this...the third commission that has been set up.

And the mystery around Netaji's death.

Although you have a strong opinion about this.

- But try to keep it neutral. - Okay.

Keep it neutral and...

Whatever references you need, whoever you need to talk to...

The books you need read, the documents you need to check...

Just tell me. I'll get it arranged.

- We have a lot of budget for this. - Really? Wow!

So treat this as an independent inquiry on behalf of the India Times.

Okay.

- And Chandrachur... - Yes?

Make sure this is the most comprehensive report ever...

in Indian media on this issue. Okay?

Okay, boss. Will get going.

I'll begin from the beginning.

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

March forward, the Tiger of India Don't be afraid to die

By blowing away the enemy's head Raise the spirits of your nation

March forward, the Tiger of India Don't be afraid to die

By blowing away the enemy's head Raise the spirits of your nation

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Let your courage be ever increasing May the Lord always hear you

As for those who stand in your way Keep trampling them to dust and ashes

Let your courage be ever increasing May the Lord always hear you

As for those who stand in your way Keep trampling them to dust and ashes

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Keep stepping forward Singing songs of happiness

This life belongs to our Nation We'll keep laying it down for her

Which assignment is this?

Hmm?

What's this assignment about?

It's about Netaji. Why?

No, I mean, it's been months...

You've become very distracted.

You're going to sleep late at night.

Waking up early.

You're not even sleeping.

You have dark circles under your eyes.

And you haven't shaved in a while.

Why are you so stressed out?

Hmm?

What?

Did you hear anything I said?

Huh?

Roni, what do you think of Netaji?

I don't think of him. So, nothing.

What comes to your mind when you hear the word 'Netaji'?

Holiday...

Lazing around, Star Movies...

Why?

Actually, I had some preconceived notions about Netaji.

I'm not saying all of them are gone.

But the more I'm reading and finding out...

the clouds of doubt are gradually disappearing.

The sky is clearing up.

Why are you talking in riddles?

That man was like a riddle.

A puzzle which I need to solve.

Too many contradictions.

Maybe a lot of drawbacks too.

And there's no way you can deny one thing.

He was the bravest and most intelligent freedom fighter in our history.

I see.

Why is it so necessary...

to give up on your sleep to solve this puzzle?

Because it's the first step towards solving the biggest political mystery of the 20th century.

And what is that?

Did Netaji really die on 18th August in a plane crash?

Uncle.

What happened?

What is it this time?

Telegram.

One from Madan Mohan Malaviya.

And the other one is from Gandhi.

Why?

What have they written?

They don't want us perform the last rites for Subhas.

What does that mean?

THE MYSTERY OF NETAJI'S DISAPPEARANCE

Watanabe.

What?

Not what. Watanabe. Watanabe's testimony.

What are you talking about?

What's wrong, baby?

I just remembered a Japanese interpreter.

What did you say?

Your wife is trying to make love to you.

And you're thinking of a Japanese interpreter?

No, no. It's not like that.

Actually, Watanabe had said that...

- Subhas went to Manchuria to go to Russia... - Subhas again?

But then why did Habibur Rehman mention Tokyo?

What happened, Roni?

Where are you going?

Roni?

Roni?

So as a combined result of our successful Quit India Movement...

and kind co-operation that our brothers extended in the war against Fascism...

the Empire has very kindly agreed to look into our demands...

relating to Dominion Status and Provisional Government.

And we would like to dedicate our success...

in this struggle for independence...

to the brave sons of our beloved motherland...

who gave up their lives fighting for this country.

I also take this opportunity to place a plea for clemency...

for one such brave son...

Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose.

I request the Allied powers not to mark him as a war criminal.

And to give him the posthumous honour which he--

Yes.

Extremely sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Nehru.

This is Alfred Wagg from Chicago Tribune.

I was, in fact, in Taihoku, Saigon and Bangkok...

on a spot inquiry following Mr. Bose’s alleged plane crash...

in Saigon on August 18, 1945.

I would like to inform you, sir...

that I indeed saw Mr. Bose in Saigon on the 21st of August.

Subhas?

I would, therefore, welcome your reaction on this because we're doing a story now.

I'm... I'm frankly...

quite surprised by this recent development.

I will immediately ask the IB to look into this claim.

Believe you me, this is one rumour I'll be ecstatic about...

if it turns out to be true.

Well, thank you, Mr. Nehru.

But given that Mr. Bose is a certified war criminal...

having joinied hands with Hitler and Tojo...

and is a sworn enemy of the Empire.

We do hope that the IB undertakes this mission zealously.

In fact, no European or American agency...

or for that matter, citizen, believes that this man is dead.

Missing my beloved

Madam?

We're taking last orders.

Are you waiting for someone?

No. Could you please get me the bill?

Okay, madam.

Happy anniversary.

Oh, s--t!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, Roni. I completely forgot.

I was trying to reconstruct a complicated event from these documents and...

Anyway, I'll make it up to you. Promise. Promise!

Happy anniversary.

Yeah, happy anniversary.

Sorry. Good night.

Happy anniversary! Happy anniversary!

Have you gone crazy?

Do you know how difficult it was to find these books?

You're so selfish, Roni.

What matters to you is just...

All that matters to you is the anniversary dinner.

Read about these people, Roni. Find out about them.

They've been beaten like animals... Tortured...

They've been arrested again and again.

But they didn't give up. They freed our country.

Anniversary, my foot!

Okay.

You can live with your toxic patriotism.

I'm leaving.

- Yeah, okay... - I'm leaving.

Yes, please get out! Leave!

I'm going to be fine like this.

What is this?

Do you even know what you're saying?

What do you mean by resigning?

I'm quitting the job, sir.

Does Ronita know?

She's filing for divorce.

She can't live with an unstable and unpredictable man anymore.

Okay.

But have you thought about the decision well or...

Yes, sir. A lot.

I thought about it a lot.

I don't think I can ever do anything else in my life.

I can't concentrate. I can't motivate myself for anything else.

Everything else seems like a waste of time.

You know... I actually have to travel a lot.

Delhi, National Archives, Taiwan, Bangkok--

Money?

I have some savings.

I'll sell some things off. I'll manage.

But what's important is I have to find out a lot of things.

-I have to expose and prove to people-- - Listen, listen, Chandrachur...

What you've written is like a thesis.

It's brilliant!

I thought I will speak to the Bombay office about a raise.

And here you are resigning.

Stop the madness. Don't do this to yourself.

Raise?

You know in terms of money, respect and institution a job at ICS was the best.

And that man had given that up with a smile.

Just the last few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle are missing.

If I can solve it then...

I can expose the lies which have been told for the last 60 years.

Sir, I can send lakhs of history books to reprint.

Netaji served the nation. Whom will you serve?

I will serve the honour of the man who served the nation.

The poison has spread all over, Bapu.

I had told Jawahar and Sardar...

The partition will cost us dearly.

I know, Bapu.

When people are taken over by madness reason stops working.

The independence we fought so long for...

Ultimately, it will become this ugly...

I had never imagined.

Brothers are killing each other.

Patel has to work harder to keep matters under control.

I wish my other son was here today.

Who? Harilal?

Not him.

Subhas.

Subhas?

But he has passed away.

No, he's still alive.

He's in Russia.

So, this is the end, my beautiful friend.

How are you going back?

Taxi.

Do you need a drop?

Don't need it.

Remember to take your meds.

Pressure in the morning and the liver at night.

Otherwise, you won't be able to serve the country.

You could have been more patient, Roni.

You could have been more sensitive.

Sorry... Sorry.

I know I've said this before but...

You'll laugh at me but...

I've gone beyond obsession. I'm almost possessed by the cause.

- How did Netaji-- - Again...

Spare me, Chandra.

I don't know if Subhas returned home but because of him I couldn't.

Of late, it felt like...

there were three of us living in the house.

I hope you'll be normal soon.

Bye.

SHYAMAL BASU SUBHAS NEVER CAME HOME

Stop the car! Stop! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop.

What can I get you, sir?

- What are you looking for? - Round framed glasses.

Got it.

I don't want sunglasses. I want plain glasses.

Normal ones?

Plain glasses.

Zero power... Not prescription glasses.

- I got it. - No, not that.

Okay.

- This one! Show me. - Yes, sir.

You're looking good.

...liberating India is ours and ours alone.

That responsibility we shall not cast on anybody else.

Because that would be against our national honour.

Moreover, we have no right to ask for or expect help from any quarter.

Until, we ourselves have first of all, done our very utmost.

I want to thank all of you for responding to my call.

My purpose was to create an unbiased, apolitical...

and a passionate group of researchers.

So that we can create an information bank.

Based on which...

we can pressurize powerful people to expose the truth about Netaji's death.

Okay?

- Okay. - Fine.

One more thing.

Before we start working we must name our organisation.

Right?

Any suggestions?

Mission Netaji which is a voluntary fact-finding organisation...

Dedicated to the cause of solving the mysteries of Netaji's disappearance.

Mr. Chandrachur Dhar?

Yes, My Lord.

Mr. Dhar, would you like a government appointed counsel...

to argue on your behalf?

No, My Lord.

I'll present the case myself. I'll do so mainly in Bengali.

I object, My Lord.

Either it has to be in Hindi, our national language.

Or in English, our official language.

I think Mr. Paul is making a mistake.

Hindi is not our national language. In fact, we don't have a national language.

According to the Constitution, all our 22 languages are equally important.

Based on that, all the 22 languages are national languages.

English might be our official language, but if one is not comfortable using it...

then there should be an interpreter present.

Since Mr. Mukherjee is a Bengali...

and I believe Mr. Paul used to be Mr. Pal before...

there won't be any issues.

You can get it transcribed for documentation.

Okay, okay. Fine, fine.

Go ahead, Mr. Dhar.

Please share your research and proof about Netaji's disappearance.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to start by saying...

it might seem from Mr. Paul's description...

that he was on his way to Tokyo when the plane crashed.

But no.

He had no plans to go to Tokyo.

I need to go to Russia, General Isoda.

I'm confident that I can improve the relationship between Russia and Japan.

And also gather support for our freedom struggle.

(speaking Japanese)

(speaking Japanese)

Going to Russia will be very difficult now.

Especially after the Japanese surrender.

And the Russian control over the skies.

I have to... I have to go to Russia!

It is absolutely necessary.

Please General Isoda... Please do something.

(speaking Japanese)

Is there anyway we can do this?

Maybe. If we go to Manchuria

Can we take him there via Darien?

Possible.

(speaking Japanese)

Your Excellency, Kana Kanta, we can take you to Darien.

But after that you'll have to depend on your own resources to go to Russia...

after we reach Manchuria.

But what about the plane crash?

Well...

Sorry, I might be breaking down a lot of political palaces...

But that day...

I swear there was no plane crash.

What?

Yes, we'll have to stage my death.

And for that I'll need the help of some eye witnesses...

which includes officers, soldiers, local doctors, nurses, priests...

at the same place where we decide to enact the crash.

We need some old photographs of an airplane crash...

at the same place...

A telegram from Hikari Kikan mentioning the crash...

which needs to be planted with a list of passengers...

who would be leaving on that imaginary plane.

Mr. Watanabe, please explain my plan to Lt. General Isoda.

And please make sure...

that General Shidei should be on that imaginary plane...

because he's coming with me to Darien.

And he'll be disappearing for quite some time.

Rehman.

You'll have to be the special witness of this accident.

Your wish is my command, Netaji.

I'm ready to die for you.

I need your courage, Rehman.

Not your life.

The courage to keep repeating the same story.

The one we will create right now.

Remember after surrendering...

you'll be questioned by American, British and Indian Intelligence.

And you'll be in all possibilities, be tortured.

But the story shouldn't change.

The story won't change, Netaji.

Don't worry.

The story might be imaginary...

but the scars on my body from the plane crash...

would be real.

I have arranged for some acid.

You have to keep spreading the news of my death in India...

until I come back to free her.

IB officer, Finney who...

saw the fake telegram and questioned the absence of a body...

or even a photo of the body. He understood.

He documented Watanabe's testimony as secret file number 32, reference number: DIB/B/2.

You can find it in the National Archives.

Do you want to cross-examine the witness, Mr. Paul?

Of course.

Mr. Dhar, according to you, there was no plane crash.

No.

There was no plane crash.

Except for circumstantial evidence...

do you have any other evidence that there was no plane crash?

Do you have any other evidence apart from circumstantial evidence...

that the plane actually crashed?

Mr. Dhar, you can't answer a question with another question.

Why do you think the plane crash was staged?

I think so because...

I have 19 reasons.

Will you listen to them with patience?

Nineteen?

Nineteen!

Yes, My Lord.

Firstly, after the famous Bangkok Meeting, why did Netaji...

carry four chests of gold, bid a formal farewell...

in a way that he would never come back?

If he was going to discuss the terms of his surrender...

then he would have plans to return.

And why did he take only Rehman...

on the Japanese bomber plane?

Where a 12-seater...

INA plane was ready.

Okay...

There's a lot of debate and inconsistencies about the actual site of the crash.

Some say it was the runway.

Some say out of the runway...

but inside the aerodrome.

Some say a little far away from the aerodrome.

If we compare the positions of the hills and the crashed plane...

then it'll be clear...

that it is somewhere else, and some other plane crash's photo....

Even Habibur Rehman's photo...

of him in bandages is extremely unclear and obscure.

In fact, the aerodrome's officers, local residents, and Taiwan government...

has officially declared that not just on 18th August...

but in 1945, there were no plane crashes in that entire area...

The last crash that happened was in September, 1944...

The way the plane crashed is another subject of controversy...

Some say the wings caught fire.

Some say the engine had burst.

Some say the propeller fell out.

Different eye witenesses have different versions.

Some say Netaji escaped first.

Some say Rehman escaped first.

Some say the Rehman helped Netaji to put out the fire.

Some say Rehman was unconscious and the Japanese put out the fire.

In fact, there are different versions of the description of Netaji's scars and burns.

Rehman says Netaji's forehead had a four inch deep scar...

Dr. Yoshimi who was treating Netaji had said there was no scar...

He also said Netaji's blood had turned black and thick...

He had to go through a blood transfusion.

Whereas his assistant, Tsuruta, has refuted it.

Ultimately, the fact that in 1945, in the Taipei airport...

Netaji had passed away from the burns he suffered, there's no proof.

There are no hospital records or mention in the airport log books.

There are no police or fire department documents.

There's no mention in the crematorium register of Netaji or any other casualty.

Yoshimi and Tsuruta have said...

only one death certificate for Kana Kanta was issued.

Although, the cause of death according to them are different.

A bigger reason for suspicion.

There was only one crematorium permit issued based on the death certificate...

which was for Ichiro Okura...

a Japanese citizen.

He was born in 1901.

He died of heart problems and not from burns.

As for General Shidei and other victims of the crash, even that was never found.

No one has seen the dead bodies of such celebrated officers...

No one attended their funeral.

There are no reports of their deaths.

So many people just disappeared into the thin air.

Do you want some water?

I don't want water, I just need justice.

Just a little justice.

It's okay.

Are you done?

- Are you done with your 19 reasons? - No.

I gave you 14 reasons.

The details of which I've already submitted to the Commission.

For the rest of the five reasons, I would request Mr. Paul to read my two books.

I've quit my job to run Mission Netaji.

It would help me if you bought the book.

If you find something illogical in the book you'll get your money back.

That's my guarantee.

Okay. Okay. Can we get back to the real issue?

The earlier detailed Commissions set up by the Government...

the Shahnawaz Committee of 1956...

and the Khosla Commission of 1970...

What about those?

What about their reports?

They had come to the conclusion after unbiased research and investigation.

That Netaji died in the plane crash.

Yes, sir. You're right.

That's right.

Their findings were very detailed and unbiased.

So much so, that our then PM, Morarji Desai, rejected both in 1978 for the lack of credibility.

It was so unbiased...

even though there were several flaws in the plane crash theory...

both Commissions covered it up and told the Government...

exactly what the Government wanted to hear.

It was so detailed that...

the dissentient report submitted by Bose's brother to the Shahnawaz Committee...

even forced Nehru to agree...

that there's no irrefutable proof that Subhas Bose died in the plane crash.

It was so unbiased...

that they ignored capable judges like Radha Binod Pal who was there in the Tokyo trial...

and appointed Khosla who was openly anti-Subhas.

Then giving him a huge post in the Government after the verdict.

It was so detailed...

that the entire Commission was run in an air conditioned room in Delhi.

And another one, although with great reluctance, in Taiwan.

But more energy was spent on shopping for the then PM rather than the investigations.

You're making this political, Mr. Dhar.

Which anti-Congress party are you a member of?

BJP, RSS, Bajrang Dal or Forward Bloc?

I'm not a political party cadre, Mr. Paul.

I'm a soldier of the Azad Hind Fauj.

I'm sure you've heard of it.

Or do you want to set up another commission?

Okay, that'll be all gentlemen.

Okay.

Okay.

The commission will look into the entire plane crash theory with proof...

testimonials and the government documents you have furnished.

I, personally, will travel to Taiwan, Japan and Bangkok...

to investigate the claims and the counter claims.

But tell me something, Mr. Dhar.

If Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose did not die in the plane crash...

then where did he go?

I mean, according to your theory.

Coming.

Wait... I'm coming...

Who is it?

Open the door, Mishra. The CM is here.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Hope all is well with you, Mahadeo.

- Yes, My Lord. - I'm not your lord.

He's sitting inside.

- Yes, that's true. - Hello.

He's expecting you. Please come this way.

- Let's go. - This way.

Watch your step.

Greetings, Babaji!

Welcome, Sampooran.

Have you brought the books on Tantra?

Yes, Babaji.

Here they are.

That's great.

Tell me something, son.

How long has our country been independent?

It's been eight years, Babaji.

Eight years.

Tell me.

Is there a triple arch on the facade of the UP Legislative Assembly?

Yes, Babaji. Yes.

There's a symbol there from before the independence.

A star.

An occult-imperialist symbol.

A memento of the British rule and oppression.

Really?

I've never noticed.

But if you're saying it might be there...

I am certain it's there.

But it shouldn't be there after eight years of independence.

Isn't it, Sampooran?

It won't be there from tomorrow, Babaji.

There's one more thing.

I got a letter from Benarasi.

Do you agree with him?

Yes, Babaji.

It's probably not my place to say it...

The relationship Delhi now has with the other countries...

You should be a little careful.

Therefore, on behalf of UP Government...

and in my personal capacity...

let me arrange for a security cover.

Then you can stay here without any worry.

Thank you.

Babaji, there's something else.

Mishra told me you spend the entire night coughing.

Let me send you a better heater and some more blankets.

If that's okay with you.

There's no need.

I usually don't feel very cold.

This body has experienced the frost of Siberia.

I'll take your leave now, Babaji.

Okay.

- Goodbye, Babaji. - Goodbye.

The light of my lamp died while I walked this lonely path

A storm brews, oh dear!

The storm offers me company

The light of my lamp died while I walked this lonely path

While I walked this lonely path

My Lord, a lot of people believe in the plane crash theory...

Many of Netaji's family members including his wife, the late Emily Schenkl...

his brothers, Sarat and Suresh and their children.

And a lot of other people believed...

that he didn't die in the plane crash.

But there are a lot of theories and debates about what happened after that.

Some believe he fled to Russia.

He was taken prisoner there, tortured and murdered.

My personal theory is...

after his staged plane crash...

Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose went to Russia.

He spent some time in Stalin's Gulag in Siberia.

Then he went to China in 1950. And onto Tibet.

He started delving in yoga, spirituality and tantra...

Then he finally became a monk.

He entered India through Nepal with the help of Mahadeo Mishra.

A monk?

Oh yes!

Netaji became a monk?

My Lord, what kind of nonsense is he saying about a national hero like Netaji?

What audacity!

My Lord, I request the Commission not to waste time on these stupid theories.

Excuse me... Mr. Paul... Mr. Paul...

Please remember, according to what you said...

a great national hero like Netaji is no one's personal property.

If you are a relative, not even then.

The actual surname of all free Indians is Bose.

Because they're all members of Bose's family.

I'll share my theory.

And I'll present my theory with witnesses and proof in support.

Please feel free to disagree.

It doesn't matter to me or my countrymen.

All that is fine but... Russia, China, a monk...

My Lord, I think Chandrachur is smoking some great weed.

Otherwise, he wouldn't waste our time with these fantasies.

You're absolutely right, sir.

It's the same weed Ardhendu Sarkar used to smoke.

What?

Ardhendu what?

Sarkar.

Ardhendu Sarkar.

I am a post graduate in mechanical engineering from UK.

And I am the Chief Engineer in the Heavy Engineering Corporation.

Yes, tell me.

Right, sir.

My senior at the plant, Mr. BA Zerovin was a German Jew.

And he was once in Stalin’s Gulag...

which is located beyond the ends of Trans-Siberian Railways...

in the vicinity of Ural mountains.

Okay, go on.

Sir, he told me that...

he met Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose once in the Gulag in 1948.

He was being treated well.

Even given a car.

And he was moving around with a couple of guards there.

But the most important thing is that...

Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose told Zerovin...

that he would be going back to India very soon.

Mr. Sarkar, you're a mechanical engineer, right?

Yes, sir.

Was Netaji also a mechanical engineer?

Certainly not, sir.

Then how is this information relevant to you?

No, sir... Actually...

I mean...

I being an Indian who--

Who has come here to work as an engineer.

Not as a private eye.

So if he pokes his nose into matters of politics I'm afraid...

I cannot guarantee the safety of his nose.

Or any other part of his body for that matter.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Just one other thing...

Could you please repeat what you just told me?

Of course.

My senior Mr. Zerovin had...

I mean I...

I really don't remember...

whatever I have told you right now.

Excellent!

Remember that you don't remember.

You may leave now.

That day he returned home terrified.

After that, he didn't say anything to anyone for years out of fear.

Until, I interviewed him last year.

Okay.

This Commission will record his testimony.

Do you think we should call any other witnesses?

Yes, My Lord. I think so.

Famous Tibetologist, Rahul Ram could have provided a strong testimony.

Whereby, my theory would've been proved beyond doubt.

But...

We're late.

In fact, the pre-RAW, Ministry of External Affairs' Govt. Intelligence Officer...

he was late too.

Yadav, I have a secret.

I won't be able to die in peace with it.

Nothing will happen to you.

Keep quiet.

The doctor's on his way.

- Don't talk. - Please let me speak.

I don't have much time.

Okay, tell me. Go ahead.

Do you remember Babajaan Gouffral?

Gouffral... That Soviet official?

He was a good friend of Stalin.

He was quite close to you too.

Yeah.

Yes.

He once told me...

Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose in 1945...

had entered Russia through Manchuria.

What?

- But the plane crash-- - Was a lie!

I'm not making this up.

This is the truth.

And you...

You will share this information with everyone...

when this country is ready to hear the truth about Netaji.

And this was his dying declaration.

So, Mr. Paul...

there were other famous people smoking the same weed.

Anyway, let me get back to main issue.

Let me tell you about the mysterious old man.

He had a lot of different names.

Like Pardewale Baba, Anaam Sant, Bhagwanji or...

Gumnaami Baba.

When Netaji settled in Lucknow in 1955...

to live the rest of his life in secret...

he didn't know it then...

that a moment of carelessness...

could expose his secret.

And that he would have to keep moving all over Uttar Pradesh frequently.

Because people got to know his real identity in just a few days.

- Please come in, Guruji. This way. - Greetings!

Please come in.

I've heard Mr. Gandhi used to get his glasses from here.

Yes, Guruji.

But how does that... I mean...

You don't have a...

Maybe, our visions are different. Even the far-sighted ones.

But that doesn't mean we can't buy glasses from the same shop.

Guruji, please check if you can read clearly.

This is correct.

- Is this okay? - Yes.

We're done here. Let's select a frame now.

Let's go.

Oh my God! Netaji! Netaji is sitting here.

Come and see.

How did you come here?

That's not Netaji. Please move.

Brilliant!

You should have been a screenplay writer!

Anyway, tell me, Mr. Dhar.

How did an activist, a fiercely political man...

suddenly became a god-fearing, shy monk in hiding?

How?

Suddenly, sir.

Just like a brown Sahib who made racist comments against the African natives...

suddenly became a cotton loincloth wearing 'Mahatma'.

Just like a bomb making daredevil...

but a violent revolutionary...

suddenly became a peace loving and spiritual guru.

That's life, sir. Life.

Life and it's different ways.

It can change you forever.

Though unlike Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi or Aurobindo Ghosh...

Netaji's transformation was not sudden or unexpected.

He had a history of spirituality.

In his youth, he had run away from home several times in search of a teacher.

He knew the the ancient religious texts by heart.

He prayed to Goddesses Durga, Kali and Shakti.

He regularly practised yoga.

I get that.

But do you have any admissable evidence apart from your stories?

Someone who knew him... Old friends, relatives, companions...

People who knew that Gumnaami Baba as Netaji.

Do you think I'll waste your time if I didn't have the evidence?

There are many relatives and friends like that.

People who had recognised him as Netaji.

And there are signs of this recognition in letters written to Gumnaami Baba...

that prove beyond doubt and which I have already submitted to the Commission.

But among them...

I want to mention two people specially...

who after they recognised him...

reacted in two different ways.

Greetings!

My name is Atul Sen.

I have come from Calcutta.

I want to meet Pardewala Baba once.

He doesn't meet anyone.

Even if he speaks to someone, he stays behind a curtain.

I've come a long way.

I've heard a lot about him.

Even if I got a chance to hear him, I would be at peace.

How are you, Atul? How is your family?

You... You...

I mean... I bow to you, Guruji.

You've always spoken Hindi with a Bengali accent, just like me, Atul.

So, say whatever you want in Bengali.

You, I mean... You...

Are you surprised?

Are you really him?

The one who helped me win the Dhaka Municipal elections?

No.

He has died.

That man is dead.

Mine is not mere belief but actual knowledge...

that Netaji is alive and is engaged in spiritual practice...

somewhere in India.

I deliberately make the location a little vague...

because of the talks I had with him for months together not very long ago.

I could understand that he is yet regarded as enemy number one of the Allied powers.

And there's a secret protocol...

that binds the Government of India to deliver him to Allied justice if found alive.

Despite being asked to keep it a secret, Atul Sen wrote to Pundit Nehru.

And surprisingly, Pundit Nehru...

despite his supported theory of Netaji dying in a plane crash...

took the letter very seriously.

And he personally replied to the letter.

Because of Prof. Atul Sen's over excitement...

he never got to see Gumnaami Baba again...

Dr. Pabitra Mohan Roy's case was on the other side of the spectrum.

A trusted comrade of Netaji.

One of the four members of the INA's secret service.

Who had travelled to Kolkata in a submarine to handle the guerilla units of INA.

He immediately recognised Netaji in the Gumnaami Baba outfit.

But this information...

he kept it a secret till the last day of his life.

After Gumnaami Baba's death...

when the Police and CBI found hundreds of letters written to him...

where it became clear that he was addressing Gumnaami Baba as Netaji.

He faced gruelling interrogation.

There are similarities between Gumnaami Baba and Netaji's handwriting.

Can you please tell me clearly whether he was or wasn't Netaji?

I could never understand if he was Netaji or not.

You have some letters from him.

Show it to us.

I had received a few letters.

But I didn't keep them. I've thrown them away.

But then who was he?

I don't know.

We've a lot of things belonging to Netaji in Gumnaami Baba's room.

What's your opinion on the matter?

Some say he's alive. Others say he isn't.

What do you have to say?

What does it matter what I say?

Didn't you ever feel that Gumnaami Baba could be Netaji?

I've never met him face to face.

But you've heard both their voices.

Did they sound alike?

Was Gumnaami Baba a Bengali?

Yes.

Dr. Roy, can you deny that he was Netaji?

What do you want me to deny?

I've already told you what I had to say.

But what will we tell the police and people of Faizabad?

Tell them what I told you.

But they're all saying that he's Netaji.

Then let what's happening, happen.

But Pabitra Mohan Roy ultimately didn't say anything.

He kept the whole thing shrouded in doubt.

Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Dhar.

We'll notify your next date of testifying.

The Commission is adjourned for the day.

- What are you doing here? - Get in.

- What's the matter? - Get in the car. We need to talk.

- What? - Come on.

What is it?

Get rid of the cigarette. I want to switch on the AC.

What are you researching on now?

What else? Netaji. Gumnaami Baba.

I've formed a group called Mission Netaji. Why?

I mean is it dangerous?

What has happened?

I got a call last night. He was speaking in Hindi.

Asked me to warn my ex-husband.

To not play with fire. Not delve into Netaji...

To go back being a journo.

What did you say?

I said if I don't help, you'll kill him right? Please kill him.

I'll help in whatever way I can.

The a-----e doesn't deserve to live.

He just hung up.

Are you trying to help?

Do you have a sniper back there?

Stop kidding.

You've done whatever you want all your life.

You've never listened to me.

Please listen to me.

Do something else.

Too late for that, Roni.

The problem are these glasses.

I see everything through them.

Okay. Do whatever you want.

How have you been? Do you miss me?

Why should I?

No way.

You're just incorrigible.

Flirting with your ex-wife?

Today the testimony which this Commission will examine...

in the matter of the identity of Gumnaami Baba...

is that of...

Mr. Shrikant Sharma Kanha.

Greetings!

So, Mr. Sharma, please tell the Commission what you know about Gumnaami Baba.

I live in Sitapur.

I had met Netaji for the first time in 1938.

I had even spoken to him.

He was on a tour of UP at that time as the Congress President.

After that I met him at Neemsar in 1963.

He was living there as a monk.

Some people called him Gumnaami Baba.

Some people called him Bhagwanji.

And some people called him Bhik Manga Bachha.

- I've heard a lot about you-- - Are you a poet?

Shrikant Sharma Kanha...

I've heard you're a poet.

Is it true?

Yes... Yes...

Yes, Bhagwanji.

Bhagwanji, your voice sounds very familiar.

Did you come to Sitapur in 1938?

Do you know why you can meet me?

No, Bhagwanji.

Because where sunlight can't reach...

A poet's verses can.

Thank you.

- But-- - That's all for today.

Come back tomorrow.

I didn't get to see him that day.

But after a few days I had become his close confidant.

He had even called me inside his room.

When I saw him... When I heard him speak...

I had no doubt...

that he was our Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose.

Bhagwanji, the country you won freedom for...

The people you showed the light to...

Why don't you appear in front of them?

What you call independence, Kanha...

was just an agreement...

between a few leaders and the British Empire.

A disgusting agreement, the price of which was the Partition.

I have renounced politics and the world, anyway.

And if I, a war criminal for the Allied powers reveal myself now...

my country heavily dependent on Allied powers...

will suffer a lot of losses.

There's going to be loss, anyway.

- China has attacked-- - This was not an attack.

This was just a gentle kick in the back.

It's good for the country.

At least, the JLN combine will now know that non-violence can't defend the borders.

They can write as many patriotic film songs as they want...

but we needed weapons to win this freedom.

JLN combine... As in?

My special friend in Delhi.

I get it.

Can I ask you something?

Go ahead, son.

Was there really an accident that day?

No plane took off that day.

Much before the crash, your dead man had already reached his destination.

Then one day...

his long time friend and freedom fighter, Leela Roy...

came to Neemsar after she heard of him.

She tried very hard to meet him.

She sent a lot of things too.

But Bhagwanji didn't meet her.

And one day she sent a message through me.

I've been here since the 23rd.

But I've been unable to establish any contact with you.

If you need to see proof of identity...

I can arrange for that too.

I had expected that I will receive orders to establish contact.

But I don't know why it hasn't come.

What did Gandhi say?

Non-violence is our religion.

And that's why I'm a violent terrorist.

Great! That means Kshudiram Bose, Prafulla Chaki, Binoy, Badal, Dinesh, Bhagat Singh...

All are violent terrorists!

And our armed revolution?

Deepali Sangha, Sree Sangha, Chottograam armoury raid were all for nothing?

I've decided to resign Leela, Anil.

I'll create a new party called Forward Bloc.

What a relief, Subhas!

I had asked you not to make me join Congress.

I don't belong here.

You took me from Sree Sangha and sent me to the Planning Committee.

- Bhagwanji? - Yes.

Tell Leela Devi and Prof. Samar Guha that I have received their gift.

Tell her I loved the sweets that she made.

I can't meet them.

But if they want to talk to me then...

How are you, Lee?

How are you, Samar?

Su... Subhas?

No one called Subhas lives here, Leela.

The one you're talking about is a completely different person.

I'm a monk with many names.

After one becomes a monk, the earlier life becomes like an earlier birth.

There's a lot of difference between that dead man and this body.

You're very angry, Subhas. Aren't you?

Anger?

Someone who is an orphan even though his parents are alive...

Someone who is alone even though he has siblings...

Someone who is an refugee in his own country...

So much so that he can't even call his country his own...

How can he be angry?

Yes, he might feel hurt.

You may leave now. Take care.

Please write to me often.

JOYSHREE FOUNDING EDITOR LEELA ROY

Thank you, My Lord.

My name is Sunil Gupta.

I'm a lawyer by profession.

My family members have been involved with India's freedom struggle.

Dinesh Gupta, from the Binoy-Badal-Dinesh trio is my brother.

When Suresh Bose, Subhas Chandra Bose's brother...

heard the rumours that Gumnaami Baba was Netaji...

he had sent me to find out the truth.

Because I knew Netaji very well.

When I came back with the news...

Suresh, I'm certain.

I'll not make a mistake in recognising Subhas.

That voice, politics, religion, literature, science...

in-depth knowledge about different subjects...

The country, the social system...

- His anger about the Partition. - Are you sure?

He is Subhas?

He won't come back home?

No, Suresh. He said it'll be harmful for everyone.

Many people will be in danger.

He has renounced worldly desires.

Looked like his pride was hurt.

Actually, the way India was supposed to respond at that time...

That didn't happen.

Yes, we all have let him down.

Okay... Let him live his own way.

I'll write to him.

Please take the letter to him.

Please arrange for whatever he needs.

Money, books, magazines, newspapers, records, anything he needs.

And on his birthday, take some sweets and Hilsa fish.

He really loved it...

Loves it...

Fields of golden grains, meadows of fragrant flowers

This world of ours

Nestled amongst it is a country

The greatest country in the world

Created from dreams, anchored by memories

Nowhere else will you find such a glorious country

She is the queen of all countries

That's my Motherland

Bhagwanji, why don't you quit smoking?

What if you fall ill at this age?

Have you heard of Winston Churchill, Panda?

No, Bhagwanji. Who was he?

He was an as----e of the first order.

He took away all our country's crops and caused drought...

that killed 30 lakh Bengalis.

He was as oppressive as Hitler.

When I escaped in 1941...

he issued a shoot-at-sight order for me.

But they couldn't catch me.

Did he die of smoking too?

That's the thing.

That as----e lived a very long life.

That too he smoked cigars not cigarettes.

What health are you talking about, Panda?

Bhagwanji.

Bhagwanji? Bhagwanji? Bhagwanji?

Saraswati!

- Banerjee, we need a cylinder! - I'll get it.

I've asked for a cylinder. Banerjee is getting it.

Turn off the lights, Panda.

I want to sleep now.

The person whose funeral should have been attended by 13 lakh people...

there are just 13 of us here.

My India is great!

The immense love of my mother and brothers

Where else will one find such pure love?

Let me touch your feet, oh Mother, in deep adoration

This is the country of my birth And I hope to breathe my last here

Nowhere else will you find such a glorious country

She is the queen of all the countries

That's my Motherland

Guptar Ghat near Sarayu river...

where Lord Rama also ended his life by stepping into the river.

His life ended in a military cantonment close by.

Obviously, questions were raised because an ordinary monk's last rites took place in a military base.

An ordinary monk? What are you saying?

He used to advise the army on big wars like Vietnam war, Bangladesh war.

He must have been a great man.

Liar! Cheat! Fraud!

See, Mr. Paul...

Although most civilians wouldn't have access to military information like he did...

But I believe, he claimed a lot of things that were inconsistent...

unbelievable, exaggerated, delusional and halucinatory too.

That might have been the result of the PTSD he suffered after being tortured in Russia.

But the question is not about Gumnaami Baba or his followers' claims.

The question is about his identity.

Question is about the proof of that identity.

Which I have submitted to the Commission.

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.

The problem is he wasn't an ordinary monk.

He was an extraordinary soldier. One of the greatest sons of India.

Is that all, Mr. Dhar?

- What? - Or have you found anything else in your research?

Yes, My Lord.

I have, My Lord.

The 2760 objects found in Gumnaami Baba's room.

Oh, what objects?

First I'll tell you about the hundreds of letters we found.

Pabitra Mohan Roy, Leela Roy, Sunil Das, Anil Das, Ashutosh Kali, Bishwarup Roy...

And many more freedom fighters wrote to him...

And other well wishers who addressed him as Netaji and asked him to be careful.

In a letter to Netaji's dear friend Dilip Roy, Leela Roy writes...

that Netaji is alive and she has met him.

But the most surprising thing is...

A letter signed by Secretary Nathaniel Knowles...

An official letter from the USA's Foreign Services...

And where was that sent?

It was sent to an ordinary monk in Ayodhya.

Interesting... Anything else?

Yes, the details of the 2760 objects have been submitted to the Commission.

There were some really interesting objects found.

Japanese water filters.

Flashlights from World War II.

German binoculars, pipes, cigarettes, cigars.

Bengali, English and Sanskrit...

Famous books in these languages.

Numerous journals and magazines.

Some rare photos of Netaji's parents and family members.

Not just that.

There are notes on the back of the photos in his own handwriting.

We've found photos of many of his friends with the mention of their nicknames.

But the most important object...

because of which a Government catalogue was created and the objects kept with care...

Lolita Bose, Netaji's niece is the one who found it.

I knew my uncle very well.

He appreciated the finer things in life.

Why would he live like a monk in a place like this?

All this is nonsense.

This is rubbish!

The first paper he found was the Khosla Commission's original summons to Suresh Bose.

Remember...

The original copy.

But it doesn't end there.

She also found a copy of Suresh Bose's dissentient report.

That Suresh Bose had written as a member of the Shahnawaz Committee.

He had logically refuted the report.

And he had said Subhas is alive.

The second paper can be tracked down. But the first one will be difficult to explain.

No, My Lord.

If the second document would have been an ordinary copy...

it would be easily accessed but...

But it wasn't an ordinary copy.

Because that had Lolita Bose's mother's handwritten message.

What was the message?

"Dearest brother-in-law...

May you have a long life.

Lots of love and blessings."

Addressed to her beloved brother-in-law.

Subi!

Subhas... Subhas Chandra Bose...

Is that all?

Yes, My Lord.

Thank you.

You may take your seat now.

Thank you, My Lord.

After six years of extensive investigation...

Finally, I've completed collecting the entire evidence...

all the testimonies...

the report and findings of the previous two commissions.

I've been to Taiwan, Japan, Thailand, London and Russia.

And conducted in-depth queries with all the witnesses.

I will duly table the report at the Parliament in a few months.

This Commission now officially comes to an end.

What is the stress?

Confirmed, tomorrow?

Yeah, that's what I heard.

Does Sumit have any information?

No.

But most probably, it's tomorrow.

Expect the worst, Chandrachur.

You know how it went with Shahnawaz and Khosla.

Adheer is right.

People will shout and scream.

It'll fizzle out in Delhi.

But they're under a lot of pressure...

Anuj, get the door please.

I raised some fundamental points.

- But now if they-- What? - Hey!

Your wife...

Am I disturbing you?

No, not at all.

Come in.

I thought it is a big day for all of you, so will come and wish you all the best.

Thank you. Thank you. How did you know?

Newspaper, TV... It's everywhere.

Well...

- We'll get going now. - What?

No, I'll push off. You guys stay please...

- No, no... - Please stay.

- See you tomorrow in the morning. - We'll leave.

- Okay... - Let's go.

- Okay, good night. - Bye.

- What are you staring at? - Hey, pass me my bag.

- Anuj, call me in the morning. - Okay.

Adheer, take the print outs.

But that's my shoe.

Can I get you a drink?

Okay.

What do you want?

- The usual. Rum and Coke. - Okay.

You know, of the people who knew Gumnaami Baba...

one of them was Colonel VR Mohan.

The owner of the famous Mohan Meakin Breweries.

He wrote some letters to Baba in the '50s.

Later on, he named the best selling product of his company after Gumnaami Baba.

Which one?

This...

Old Monk.

Great trivia!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- It's too stiff. - Here's some water.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

All of life's struggles and fights culminates to just one night.

I see.

Are you very tense?

Not like the board exams but yes.

So, the thing is...

Can I stay over tonight?

What?

How does a marriage become better after divorce?

Chandrachur.

Who are you?

Can't you recognise the person you've been researching?

Oh!

- You are... - Yes, you're right...

What's happening? You're dead.

I am dead.

But not because my heart stopped beating or my body was cremated.

Then?

A soldier doesn't die when he becomes a martyr.

He dies when people forget him.

A monk dies when people call out his name for the last time.

Then there's no death for you, sir.

People still remember you... Especially as Netaji, very well.

Oh, Netaji is at the airport and at a busy intersection on horseback!

You call that remembering?

No, sir.

As long as I'm here, we are here, Mission Netaji is here--

I know.

That's why, I have some advice about tomorrow.

Don't worry about the result.

No matter what the results are tomorrow, keep up your work.

What's going to happen tomorrow?

I don't know.

Only Time knows.

But you yourself are Time!

You used to sign your name as Mahakaal meaning Time in your letters.

Bhagwanji!

Bhagwanji!

Come, come.

Has anything come out?

- Plane crash theory has been rejected. - Good!

- What else? - Yes, telling you.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning! - Good morning!

Morning!

Okay, listen to this.

"On a conspectus of all the facts and circumstances relevant to the above issues...

it stands established that emplaning at Saigon on 17.8.1945...

Netaji succeeded in evading the Allied forces...

and escaping out of their reach.

And as a camouflage thereof the entire make believe story of the air crash...

Netaji’s death therein and his cremation was engineered by the Japanese army authorities...

including the two doctors and Habibur Rehman.

And then aired on 23.8.1945 through a statement prepared by SA Ayer...

at the dictation of the aforementioned authorities...

to give imprimatur of INA to the death news of Netaji."

Yes! Yes!

What about the ashes in the Renkoji Temple?

Yeah...

"Since ashes collected were Ichiro Okura's...

not of Netaji...

the only inference drawn is that the ashes lying in the temple is not that of Netaji."

What have they said about Russia?

Russia...yeah.

"But the question whether Netaji thereafter landed in Russia or elsewhere...

cannot be answered due to dearth of evidence."

Even I thought this might happen. Anyway, let it be.

And Gumnaami Baba?

You read it out.

- Someone read it out. - Read...

"Apparently, there's no reason for not acting or relying upon the evidence...

of the last two categories of witnesses.

Particularly of the category who had seen Netaji before 1945...

and also met Bhagwanji/Gumnaami Baba face to face on a number of occasions.

More so in their evidence regarding the frequent visit of some freedom fighters...

eminent politicians and former members of INA on January 23rd and during the Durga festival--"

- So? So? So? Then what? - But as--

Why apparently?

"But as the discussion will follow there are other formidable facts and circumstances--"

What facts and circumstances? Tell me in short.

"In fine, the absence of any clinching evidence...

to prove that Bhagwanji/Gumnaami Baba was Netaji.

The question whether he died in Faizabad on 16.9.1985 need not be answered."

They don't need to answer questions about Netaji?

Is this a joke?

Are we talking about the grocer or the local laundry guy?

They said they can't come to any conclusions after the handwriting analysis.

What?

This is outrageous!

Mr. B Lal, India's best handwriting expert...

The ex-Government Officer of Examined Documents Department...

How can they say this after a 200-page detailed document by him?

He was sent both English and Bengali handwritings.

He checked both and said Netaji and Gumnaami...

Okay, forget B. Lal. What about Curt Baggett?

FBI's very own American handwriting expert. 40 years of experience. 5000 cases.

We sent him both the handwritings without revealing the identities.

He said it's the same person.

He's even ready to testify in any court of Law.

I don't know what's going on.

ML Sharma and Amar Singh of the Department of Examined Documents...

And SK Mondal of Kolkata's Forensic Lab had given negative reports.

After all, they are Government officials.

Rubbish! ML Sharma?

It was a brief one line report.

There were no supporting causes or analysis.

They don't care. They don't.

Anuj, what are they saying about the DNA test?

They found some teeth in Gumnaami Baba's house.

It didn't match Netaji's DNA.

In fact, Hyderabad couldn't give any answers.

And Kolkata said it didn't match.

And the Kolkata Lab didn't give the machine-generated report they usually do.

Only human interpretation of the test.

How can they do this?

Forget everything else and tell me...

How will they prove that those teeth belong to Gumnaami Baba?

That's why there's no mention of the teeth or the DNA test...

in the verdict about Gumnaami Baba from the Allahabad Court.

Even if the teeth belongs to him...

I've heard they've faked the DNA test too.

There's nothing to be surprised about.

These politically sensitive tests should be carried out in labs in first world countries.

We must see this DNA test through.

Anyway... Anyway...

At least, the Government has to agree that the 60-year-old plane crash theory is wrong.

A lie!

It's victory for us! Let's celebrate!

Anuj, get the bottle of rum. Let's drink!

Where's the water?

What's wrong?

What is it?

Why are you all so quiet?

Huh?

Why so serious?

Adheer?

What is it, Anuj?

Today...

The Goverment responded immediately after this report was tabled at the Parliament.

Which is?

Which is... I mean...

The Government doesn't... I mean this Commission...

They don't agree with the report.

And this report along with all the research...

has completely been dismissed by the Government.

Why?

What's the reason?

They have not given any reasons...

Just like that.

Just like that?

Yes, just like that.

The most thorough, intensive and extensive commission...

After spending tax payer's money on the investigation for six years...

Just like that?

How can the Government...

reject their own Commission led by the Chief Justice of a High Court?

Just like that?

Just like that.

How can this happen in a democratic space?

Hello?

Listen to me carefully, okay?

Stop this circus called Mission Netaji that you're running.

Take the Commission's report in your hand.

Listen.

Now go to the loo.

Sit on the commode and s--t out your research.

Now, wipe your a-- with it and throw it away.

Otherwise you won't be in a state to use the commode ever again.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

What's your name? Who are you?

Doesn't matter who I am. Just remember you're a journalist.

Don't try to be a detective or a patriot.

Write about Bollywood and cricket. You can write about election too.

But stay away from Netaji. Okay? Long live, India!

Hello? Tell me your bloody name! Hello!

Bloody swine!

I need some time alone, please.

What happened?

What does the report say?

What happened?

Hey...

Why are you locking the door?

Why did you lock the door?

Get out of there. Hello?

What are you doing?

Hello? Hello? What's going on?

What are you doing there?

Hey, Chandra!

What the hell are you doing, Chandra? Open the door.

Have you gone crazy?

Chandra... Chandra! Open...

Hello? Hello? Where are you? Chandra has lost it.

He's burning the house down. Please come back quickly!

I can't...

Chandra, please open the door! Chandra, are you mad or what?

Have you gone mad?

Chandra? Chandra...

Chandra, what are you doing?

Hello? Fire Brigade?

Please note the address.

It's 3/7 Aurobindo Nagar, Kolkata 40. Yes, 40!

What are you doing?

Have you lost your mind? Hello? Chandra...

Open the door.

Honey, please listen to me.

Chandra, open the door.

Chandra.

Chandra, open the door.

Chandra, open the door.

Chandra, what the hell are you doing? What is wrong with you?

Stop acting crazy.

Chandra, open the door. What's wrong with you?

Chandra, open the door.

Please get him out of there.

Get the hammer! And some water!

It's round the corner.

Break it down.

(indistinct chatter)

- Sit here. - Right here.

- Get him water. - Go that side...

- I'll get the water. - Give him some air.

- Hey. - The fire!

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What were you trying to do?

Are you a follower of Netaji?

Netaji's disciple? Netaji's fan?

What were you doing?

Are you already giving up?

- Three years of work, Roni... - Yeah, so?

- Three years of fights and struggles... - Only three years!

Do you know how long that man fought for the one you're fighting for?

Thirty years! Who are you fighting against?

Democracy. Bureaucracy. But he fought against the entire British Empire.

What's wrong with you?

I can't do it! I am not Subhas!

I am not Subhas! I can't do it.

You can do it! You're Subhas! We are all Subhas!

There's a little bit of Subhas in all of us.

One who protests after living in fear for years.

One who fights against the bribery of non-violence and untruths.

If not you, then who?

Get up! Stand up!

What are you doing?

We have to get a DNA test done.

A DNA test...

In a first world lab... A proper DNA test...

- One minute... - DNA test...

I have a very close friend who stays in New York.

And he's a scientist.

He has a lot of contacts.

We'll figure something out.

Meanwhile, is there anything else we can do?

A law has been passed.

Right To Information Act.

Maybe we can fight based on that.

Some day the Government might declassify the files on Netaji.

But only if we pressurize them enough...

Then do that...pressurize them...

Then why aren't you doing it? We will pressurize them.

Thank you, comrade!

That'll be all, gentlemen.

Long live, India!

Long live, India!

Long live, India!

Let peace and prosperity shower on us

India's destiny has awakened

Punjab, Sind, Gujarat, Maratha

Dravid, Utkal, Banga

The deep oceans and the Himalaya And the beautiful Yamuna and Ganga

We sing praises of you

You are the one who gives us life

You give us all hope

You shine on the world like the Sun

India shines bright

Glory to thee

India shines bright

Forget the man you have heard about. He's a ghost now.

You'll be making a mistake if you judge me against the same yardstick.

That man is no more.

He has changed inside and out.

Inert, static and out of everyone's reach.

Birds sing your praises every morning

A fragrant breeze brings in a new lease of life

Let's call out for India together

Let's raise the slogan, Azad Hind (Free India)

For our beloved country

You shine on the world like the Sun

India shines bright

Glory to thee

India shines bright

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas

Subhas is the heart of India Subhas is the pride of India

Subhas is the respect of India Subhas is the dignity of India

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas

He'll lead a storm called India He'll bring glory to India

He'll be a terror to the foreign masters

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas, the heart of India is here

The hero of India who we're all proud of is here

Subhas, Subhas