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Veere (Brother).

Don't.

Looks like our fears might have come true.

News has come of Jatin's martyrdom.

If only Sachin had understood the value of staying in the shadows.

Maybe then you'd have found some peace.

Maybe we all could've lived a happier life.

It's been ten years since Sachin's father passed away, Maa.

Since then, you've been living in a shadow.

Are you happy?

A few women have come looking for you.

I have got a new letter, dear.

Till now, we only had trouble with reading the letters.

But now, there are these black blotches all over the letters.

Do all of your letters have these black marks too?

Yes.

The soldiers are here, Dada.

Look at this.

"I seek your blessings, Maa.

Hope Chutki's wedding preparations are going full swing."

They have blacked out the rest.

Look at this one.

"I only pray you receive the promised land,

and that the soil is fertile, blessed with rich harvests."

They've blacked out the rest of this letter too.

What are you trying to say?

What I'm trying to say doesn't matter at all.

What matters is that

nobody is willing to hear what the Indian sepoys

serving in the British Army really want to say.

There are hundreds of letters like this.

Sad wives, broken mothers, hopeful sisters.

Every family's letter has something hidden in it.

I'm not getting your point, Pratibha.

That's exactly what the Brits want, Dada!

Sometimes, even broken words can reveal a lot.

What do you mean?

Sachin taught me.

Maybe Sherlock too.

Ever since childhood, Kaki always shut me down

whenever I tried speaking my heart.

Just like these soldiers.

The more they suppressed me, the more rebellious I became.

Whatever these soldiers are trying to say is also being suppressed.

And who knows, maybe just like me...

They're ready to rebel too.

Sherlock.

Hurry up.

Hurry up and lock the door.

Hey!

Open the door!

Open the door now!

Open it!

Open the door!

Open it!

Open it!

Open it!

Bring all the letters along.

Where are we going, Dada?

To stir up a revolution.

So now we sit around waiting

for this Bengali to peacefully mourn his grief?

All of us are grieving, my dear Kirpal.

We've all lost a Krantikari (Revolutionary) brother.

To me, the real Krantikaris are the ones

who crossed the oceans with me.

The ones who left their families behind to die for our country.

The ones who lost their lives at the docks.

We haven't even had the time to mourn their deaths, Veere.

We had 376 brothers aboard the Komagata Maru, Veere.

We would have lost more than 18 lives

if it weren't for this "Bengali" gentleman.

Take care of yourself.

Good job.

He had a family too.

A wife, two children.

And all these men here, they left someone behind too...

Children, old parents.

Sometimes I wonder,

for the sake of revolution, what did we lose and what did we gain?

Go back home, Chote Babu.

Pratibha is a good woman.

You'll live a happy life with her.

-Dada... -I know...

"It's duty, not sacrifice."

That's what you want to say, isn't it?

"Karmanye vadhikaraste ma phaleshu kadachana."

Just do your duty.

Don't worry about the outcome.

Abani Dada wouldn't teach the lesson of selfless action

without mentioning your name.

And now you're the one worrying about results and consequences?

The duties you fulfilled, Dada,

those are the same ones I'm only trying to follow.

We'll proudly raise the Ghadar (Revolution) flag

over the peak of the British reign.

Jatin Dada said that.

Do you remember?

You talk too much.

He said that too.

Mula Paaji.

Why is Abani coming?

Maybe with some news about the weapons.

Tell them.

We can find our soldiers here...

in their cantonments.

I used to help women read letters at the temple.

All the Indian Sepoys are being sent to fight a useless war.

I think they've realized

the promises of land and money were all lies.

These black ink blots on the letters can only mean one thing.

Their questions are being silenced.

There is only one answer...

Revolution.

Are you lost?

Kirpal Singh?

I'm unable to find the way.

My stomach is a little upset.

The toilet's that way. Go!

Okay.

If what Pratibha's saying is actually true...

if the Indian Sepoys are truly unhappy inside the British Army,

then...

all it'll take is one spark,

and the entire British Empire will burn to ashes.

I can get you to the Indian soldiers,

but it's a long shot, Veere.

Mula bhai (brother), someone just reminded me of something today.

We're meant to do our duty...

not worry about the outcome.

Tejinder Paaji.

We served together in the army.

-Parjai (sister)! -Sat Sri Akal, Mula ji!

Pour us some of your special Shaan-e-Punjab tea.

My friend has come all the way from Bhatinda.

You have come after a long time.

All is well?

Yes, all is good.

Chote! Go serve them some tea!

Bring it here.

Paaji, is your company shipping out on 23rd February too?

Teji Paaji,

I needed a little help.

This is my friend.

Nobody knows where his son's been sent.

Tell them.

Meso... meso... port... tamia.

Mesopotamia?

Yes, right.

In return, like the rest of us,

they were promised money, land, and all that.

But...

I'd taken a loan for my daughter's wedding.

Thought I'd pay it off with whatever money I got from getting him recruited.

Did they mention any division or unit, Mula bhai?

Show him the letter.

Paaji, do you see?

How many of the letters are covered in black ink?

It's incomprehensible.

Paaji, did you see?

Most of these letters have been blacked out.

Why do they do this?

Because the Brits want

to keep our soldiers silent.

I don't understand, Paaji.

Every single letter is being checked.

These soldiers don't even know who they are fighting with.

They've realized

the promises of land and money are never going to be fulfilled.

Promises only get fulfilled when they're honest.

Promises only mean something

when they're made with dignity,

as equals.

There's only one promise

that's true and unbreakable.

Freedom.

If someone makes our brothers understand that promise,

they will believe it.

Someone needs to tell them

that now they fight for one thing and one thing alone.

Freedom.

Freedom from slavery.

Freedom from fear.

Freedom from the British.

Left, right, left.

Kartar...

has it really come to this?

Now, a woman will tell us what to do?

Isn't it true that every man learns his first step from a woman, Veere?

Mula bhai has found a way to get word

to the soldiers inside Lahore Cantonment.

If I apologize, will you forgive me?

Try apologizing first.

Pratibha, I get terrified thinking, if you get caught--

I live with that same fear every day, Sachin.

If anything happens to you...

You're only now preparing for the war of revolution.

I've been fighting since childhood.

The fight to raise my eyes

and speak face-to-face.

The fight to speak my heart without fear.

My war began the day I was born, Sachin.

What do I have to fear now?

I don't need your permission, Krantikari Babu.

I need your trust.

Your faith.

That whatever I think, whatever I do,

I do from my heart,

for my own rights.

Can I ask you something?

Which holy scripture says you're forbidden from speaking to me?

I love you, Pratibha.

If anything happens to you, I'll di--

Let your enemies die instead.

You're planning to write the end of R-Rash B-Behari B-Bose with me?

How am I to trust you?

Kirpal Singh. Weight, 40 kilos.

You're not even fit to clean our boots,

let alone wear them.

I was as capable of being a British soldier then,

as I am now.

The sooner you understand this,

the sooner you can catch Rash Behari Bose.

Good night, good chap!

Carry on! Carry on!

Be careful!

Congratulations, CID Officer Kirpal Singh.

You are now a member of His Majesty's Military Intelligence.

Pratibha...

All of you are preparing to go to war.

But whose war is this?

Why are we fighting for the British?

Why are we dying for their empire?

I'm here to answer

the very questions you're too afraid to ask.

They are well prepared.

On 21st February,

they will attack Meerut, Agra,

Jullundur, Ludhiana, and Lahore.

There is only one answer to the injustice being done to all of you,

and the way out of it.

Rash Behari Bose.

He wants to remind all of you about something precious.

Your rights.

The right to live with dignity.

The right to die with dignity.

The right to freedom.

Listen closely to the nation's call.

Bravo, comrades,

it's time to weave a new dream for all.

They have the support of the Indian Sepoys.

They are being prepared

to rise against the British empire.

The moment Indian Sepoys

rise in rebellion,

first they'll raid the armories,

then seize the cantonments.

The Ghadar flag will fly over every cantonment.

T-Tell me more.

That waving flag of rebellion

will echo the call of revolt at every cantonment.

From that height,

it'll bring down the British Empire to its knees.

The call of revolt from Lala Har Dayal,

Rash Behari Bose,

and Martyr Bagha Jatin...

will thunder across the nation.

Get me the Lt. Governor.

We're under attack!

All Indian Sepoys report to your commanding officer.

All Sepoys return to your barracks with immediate effect.

Pratibha! We need to leave.

B Company, move to the Main Gates.

Propel and hold.

Pratibha, let's go.

Two days from now, the morning sun will rise on revolution.

We trust all of you.

Hurry up!

Move! Out of my way!

Veerji, stop.

They're coming this way!

Getting out through the front gate is impossible.

Seal the compound!

No one enters!

No one leaves!

Barricade the bloody gates! Go! move!

-Move! -Tejinder paaji, you go.

They won't stop you.

Let Rash know that we both--

-What about you two? -Nothing will happen to us.

But, Veerji, at least hear me out...

Go, Tejinder paaji, leave!

You come with me.

-Let's go there! -Get back!

Back! Back!

Every one of you, back!

Back!

We have our orders!

All weapons and firearms are to be requisitioned

with the Royal Ordnance Officer with immediate effect.

Should I speak in a language you dogs will understand?

Turn this place upside down!

All weapons out.

Go! Go!

Go!

Step back!

Look behind there!

Stand back!

All Indian Sepoy barracks must be locked with immediate effect.

Round up the Sepoys.

Every man should be accounted for.

Confiscate all arms.

Leave nothing behind.

The Brits know.

We get so caught up in preparing

that we forget

that sometimes the enemy is right under our nose.

Pratibha?

Where's Pratibha?

The Brits were locking up all entrances...

They would've caught all of us.

Mula bhai did the right thing.

But she's trapped inside the barracks.

We'll have to leave tonight.

No, Veerji, how can we?

Everyone's been told the attack happens two days from now.

We don't have two days, Kartar!

The Brits know everything!

What they have done in Lahore,

they'll do in the barracks in Agra, Meerut, and Jullundur.

They'll lock them all up.

We've been betrayed by one of our own.

Forget all the other cities.

The British will be anticipating us on the 21st.

So we'll have to strike now.

It's now or never.

We'll have to attack Lahore tonight.

Go gather everyone!

Tejinder Veerji, let's go.

Pratibha will be fine.

I'm not worried about her.

I'm worried about the British officers in that cantonment.

So am I.

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

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

The British have forgotten...

that his soil still echoes with the roar of Ranjit Singh.

This land's been nurtured by the blood of the Chaar Sahibzaade.

It's time to remind the British

that we and this soil

have the blessings of Guru Gobind Singh Ji.

A true warrior is one who fights for the oppressed.

Even if he's cut apart piece by piece, he never abandons the battlefield.

-Freedom! -Freedom!

-Freedom! -Freedom!

-Freedom! -Freedom!

Fire!

Chote!

Take cover behind the cannon!

Sachin!

Go to the Sepoy barracks and help them out.

We'll handle things here.

No, Dada.

We need more soldiers and weapons. Go!

Till then, I'll keep the Brits at bay.

I won't say it again.

Do your duty. Don't fear the outcome.

Go!

We are under attack.

A Company, secure the barracks.

B Company, man the ramparts at once!

This is not a drill.

Rifles forward.

Firing line to the barricade.

Stand down.

Stand down!

Inform the CO.

The dogs have surrendered.

The armory has been secured.

Paaji!

Tejinder Paaji!

Move ahead.

Go on.

Why did the firing stop?

Sachin, take her and get up there. I'll follow behind.

-Mula bhai... -Mula bhai...

I said go! Both of you.

I'll follow behind.

Pratibha...

Climb carefully.

Load the cannons!

Sachin, go!

Fire!

Mula bhai!

Stack the dead to the side.

Disarm them and lock them up.

Seal the barracks! Lt. Col. Dyer's orders.

Hold the line! He's on his way.

Dyer is coming.

We'll have to inform Rash Dada.

Do not let them escape!

Fire!

Dada...

Dyer is here, Dada.

The Brits have surrounded us from all sides.

All the barracks have been sealed.

We don't have any weapons or soldiers.

But, Dada, we can still win.

Jatin Dada always said

Dyer would never stop until he got a noose around your neck.

And today,

he will lose again.

Even if only for a few moments,

make Jatin Da's and our dream come true, Dada.

Only you can achieve this dream now, Dada!

Hoist the Ghadar flag.

I'll handle Dyer's noose.

Jai Bhawani (Glory to the Goddess Bhawani).

Jai Bhawani.

Bose!

That b-bloody c-coward!

He's getting away.

Maan Singh, handle the rest.

I'll go get that coward!

Come, follow me!

Are you okay?

Pratibha!

You bastard!

You killed my nephew!

Now I get to kill you!

You killed my nephew!

You deserve to die!

Get that bloody flag!

Bring it down!

Bring it down!

19th February, 1915.

Even if only for a few moments,

India was free.

The stories of Rash Dada and his brave warriors may have faded

somewhere in the pages of history.

But there were still people

who made that same duty their own.

And every revolutionary's sacrifice was answered the same way...

More shall follow.

Bhagat!

Bhagat!

What have you hidden there?

Want me to whack you?

Who gave you that?

I took it...

from Uncle's trunk.

Bebe (Mother), should we plant it in the ground?

A whole tree of guns will grow from it to fight the British.

Udham!

Udham! He is still breathing!

Your name?

Tell us your name, you dog!

Azad.

Every single drop of blood spilled will be answered for.

Every bullet that ripped through us.

All of it becomes an echo.

An echo that others will hear, walk away from everything,

and choose this revolution.

More shall follow.

Even if I am born a hundred times,

I will lay down my life for my country every single time.

Safe travel, Mr. Tagore.