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

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

We'll all get caught in the crossfire!

Gurdit Ji!

The situation is growing increasingly dangerous.

-We must leave! -Don't worry.

Warriors never leave the battlefield--

Let's finish them now.

Come on!

You bastards!

Veerji (Brother)!

Veerji!

We must leave! We can't lose more people.

We have braved a long journey, Bose.

This land soaked with my brothers' blood will see the Brits fall too!

We don't have time!

This is a small part of a much greater battle, which we'll win.

Let's go!

I've got you now,

R-Rash B-Behari B-Bose.

The address in Calcutta.

Rash Dada gave it to me.

In case there is no other option...

you should go there.

No, I have no update.

Stay here.

Rash knows what to do.

Dada...

Goodbye.

She has come with some information from Rash Babu.

Please arrange for tea.

Yes, of course.

Namaskar (Greetings).

Welcome.

Dada...

They are here.

Let Pratibha know.

Okay.

He'll take you to the guest house.

My Sahab and Rash Babu have an old friendship.

He rarely receives visitors.

Dada...

Kartar is one of us too.

It's alright, Rash Dada. You all go inside.

I'll look after them.

No, you go ahead, Kartar.

We will manage.

What are you saying, Kirpal?

You are our voice, Veere.

Go.

Almost there.

Be careful.

I'm fine.

For how long?

How long before you're not?

Getting close to him is the same as inviting death.

Let him go, Rash.

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't you dare close your eyes!

You don't get the comfort of death just yet, Didi (Sister).

There's still a lot left to be said.

-You filthy sex worker! -Anything?

Miss Nanibala Devi...

a.k.a. the Jugantar boys' Pishima.

Names, please.

Come on, get up!

Name the place, please!

Where are your comrades hiding?

Who is the leader?

Where is Bose?

Who is hiding him?

I insist.

Give me the names!

Give me the names!

Give them to me!

Give them to me!

Har Dayal has fled America.

He's making his way to Germany.

We need to push the story that Germany is behind all this.

No, Bipin Da.

Dyer will not be fooled so easily.

Are we r-really

t-to b-believe Ger...

Germany!

Yes, Lt. Colonel.

We believe Germany is behind this uprising.

We have no reason to believe otherwise.

At least...

not without throwing into disrepute British Intelligence.

In fact, we have irrefutable proof

when it comes to German funding of ships and weapons.

Oh!

Oh, one more thing...

I almost forgot.

Orders are you are to return to Punjab.

Thankfully, DCP Tegart is on hand to clean up your mess.

DCP Tegart, a word, please.

Lt. Colonel Dyer and Deputy Commissioner Tegart

have spent the last few years hunting only Rash and Jatin.

Now, Sachin, Kartar,

and many of our Sikh brothers have been added to that list.

No matter what orders Dyer and Tegart receive...

they won't follow them.

Until he drags your barely alive bodies

in front of the Viceroy,

he won't even stop to breathe for a second.

One more thing.

It is important to protect our Sikh brothers

who came in Komagata Maru.

This won't be the last time they were attacked like this.

Get some rest.

Your injuries need to heal.

Pratibha...

I'm going to ask Tagore Dada to send a message to Abani Dada.

It's time you went back.

When were you planning to ask me?

This isn't a joke, Pratibha!

-That's what I-- -Enough!

It's time you forget about me and go away.

He asked you to go home?

He's right...

Pratibha, look...

somewhere along the way all of us...

Call it sacrifice or call it martyrdom.

We've made our peace with the way this will end.

So you're saying we didn't choose this for ourselves?

Pishima willingly chose this path for herself,

so she must've chosen her end too, right?

I was taken from Calcutta to Benaras

for the most important day of a girl's life.

The most important moment.

To marry a boy.

If I had gotten married,

then I would have had to birth a son.

They'd say, "May you be blessed with sons and prosper."

Do only men get the right to choose their own fate and their own end?

You fought at every step for Pishima,

gave her the support to choose her own path.

And the day she chose this life for herself,

that was the most important day, the most important moment of her life.

Now that she stands at the threshold of the martyrdom she earned,

will you stand here wishing

you could've saved her?

Or will you stand proud

and salute your comrade for her sacrifice?

The arms ship from Germany...

The arms ship should go to Balasore, instead of Calcutta.

There's a small village by the river in Orissa.

We can reach the ship using fishermen's boats.

We have a contact near Balasore, in Kaptipada...

Gopal Babu.

Runs a cycle business at Universal Emporium.

How many British soldiers? Police?

Barely any, Dada.

There's a church near the village, up on a hill.

They took good care of Nanibala when she needed it.

I'm sure they'll help us too.

"From this day,

to the ending of the world

but we in it shall be remembered.

We few,

we happy few,

we band of brothers."

And sisters.

A message will be sent to the SS Maverick.

They will alter course for Balasore.

Mula has already started preparing the volunteers

who've reached Punjab.

Jatin and the Jugantar boys

will leave for Balasore tonight.

Take care, Dada.

You too.

She'll take care of herself.

Thank you.

We will meet again, Dada.

Undoubtedly.

Sachin, a boat will take you to Bhagalpur.

Abani Da will receive you there.

Rash and Kartar will leave for Farakka before first light.

From there, a long march on foot,

then the Kalka Express to Punjab.

According to my sources, British Imperial Army's 23rd Cavalry,

26th Punjab Infantry, 29th Punjabis, 3rd Lahore Regiment,

36th Sikhs, and 47th Sikhs

are all gearing up for war.

Our first strike...

Communication.

We cut every telegraph line.

Next strike...

Transportation.

We hit the railways.

No one will be able to go anywhere.

The final and the most brutal strike...

The Army.

21st February, 1915 will be the day of Ghadar (Revolution).

The day they plan to send our men into their worthless war

is the day we strike.

The flag of Ghadar shall fly high.

Victory shall be ours.

Sir, the doctor...

Make her comfortable, Doctor.

I'll arrange for a priest.

A priest?

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..."

For hours now, that's all she's said.

Forgive me...

"For I acknowledge my transgressions,

and my sin is ever before me.

It is against You, You only, That I have sinned,

and done this evil in Your sight."

Psalm 51.

Verse three to four.

She's been murmuring this.

She was possibly converted.

Her Majesty, the Queen...

sent the missionaries first to India.

Then came people like you and I...

Sir!

At ease, Sergeant.

Sir, sir...

The Komagata Maru ship manifest,

customs declaration,

bill of entry, and insurance papers, sir.

-Sergeant. -Sir.

Don't waste my time.

Get to the point.

Anything new?

Yes, sir.

Everything's registered under some company called Harry and Sons,

based at the Calcutta docks.

Come. Fast. Fast.

Fast. Come on.

Check everything. Check what that is.

Check this.

Here.

Check everything.

Check it properly.

Listen to me carefully.

Don't leave any corner unchecked. Understood?

Marwin!

Mondal, sir.

Yes, Mondal.

Find out where this Universal Emporium is.

Sir.

Namaskar.

The ship will arrive in two days.

Three boats have been arranged.

You'll be able to bring the weapons by boat.

Is there anything else you require?

May I come in, sir?

Sir.

Oh, for God's sake.

Speak, Sergeant.

Sir, we've got information on Universal Emporium.

It's a cycle shop and factory.

Owner's name is...

Jo-Joseph Mohanty, sir.

Couldn't find anything seditious around it, sir.

It's just a modest little business, sir.

Sir.

Sorry, sir,

it took a bit longer to find the information.

Joseph Mohanty went by another name earlier, sir.

Give me a moment.

It was Gopal Mohanty, sir.

Many people there have converted to Christianity.

There's a missionary near Balasore.

Sir...

-Mondal... -Sir?

Can you show me where Balasore is on the map?

Of course, sir.

-Preferably now. -Oh. Of course, sir.

It is... here.

Here... a small village by the sea,

scarcely populated.

Mondal, prepare a carriage to the hospital.

Before you die,

I wanted you to know...

I'm sending your favorite...

Bagha Jatin

right behind you,

Miss Nanibala Devi,

a.k.a. the Jugantar boys' Pishima,

a.k.a... Sister Josephine.

Sister Josephine...

of Balasore.

Dada!

My dear, Bose Babu.

It feels like fate has written our journey together only till here.

And so, I thought I should write a few words in the hope that

they may keep your courage alive.

I am happy that the cause I chose,

I was able to live out with pride.

And that if my blood is shed,

it shall return to the very soil it belongs to.

You were right.

Our sacrifice will never be in vain.

Others' journey will begin with our blood. The journey of their revolution.

Wonder how many sacrifices independence will demand.

But we are not the only ones who sacrifice.

Our loved ones do too.

They sacrifice their lives,

their blood,

and endure the pain of living apart from us.

Let us not forget these stories, nor allow them to be forgotten.

There will be more who will come.

My only regret is that...

the dream we shared,

I'd hoped we'd see it fulfilled, together.

Raise the flag of Ghadar, side by side.

Breathe the air of a free nation together.

Bose Babu, I leave that dream in your care now.

Bande Mataram!

The road ahead will not be easy, my friend.

The struggle for freedom has changed its course.

Be careful, my friend, there is danger everywhere.

Everything alright, Paaji (Brother)?

Never forget that I held the winning hand even in the end.

I had known only triumph in life...

and I claimed it in death as well.

Stay immortal, stay free, my brother.

Everything alright, Paaji?

My stomach's acting up a bit, Dada.

Rash Behari Bose.

Wanted for conspiracy against the British Crown.

Reward, rupees 12,000.

I have no interest in your 12,000 rupees,

Lt. Colonel Dyer.

Instead, you are going to give me

what I've been waiting for all along.

I, Kirpal Singh,

do solemnly affirm

that I will faithfully bear true allegiance

to His Majesty

King George

the Fifth of His Name.

God save...

the King!