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The Kingdom of Punjab stretched

from the British-held India
to the south,

from Afghanistan in the west
to Tibet in the east.

This mighty kingdom,
led by an astute statesman,

Maharaja Ranjit Singh.

Fearsome, fearless and feared,

he was known
as the lion of Punjab.

Ranjit Singh's death

of power struggle

of his heirs.

His youngest son, Duleep Singh, was
crowned at the age of five.

The British drove the final
nail into the Sikh kingdom

by removing him from his throne
and his mother.

They did not kill him.

They exiled him
from his people and his land.

This is his story.

May the winds of your sails
take you across smooth waters

and your life henceforth
in the hands of Lord Jesus.

He is
an impressionable young boy.

His studies
in the Christian doctrine

are going splendidly well.

The Maharaja will be one of us.

Receive on thy forehead
the sign of the Holy Cross.

Openly profess the faith
of Christ crucified.

I baptize you
in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Do put a little smile
on your face, sir.

That painting is going
in the Grand Room

and will be looked at
for hundreds of years.

You wouldn't want people
to think of you

as a miserable and unhappy boy.
Hmm?

And do get on with it, Franz.

Everyone is waiting
for my handsome prince!

Your Majesty.

Dr. Login, I relinquish to you
your responsibility.

In all honesty,
I do hate to let you go.

I was rather looking forward
to showing you off.

But Dr. Login, I gather,
has some other plans in mind.

I am truly indebted to you,
Your Majesty.

Don't be such a pushover,
Dr. Login.

Enjoy this enchanting music.
Have a drink.

There's someone
I would like you to meet.

Go on, Duleep.

I can see
there are many young ladies

eagerly awaiting your company.

Come, come. It's not polite
to keep people waiting.

Your Majesty.

Good evening.

So... Now, let's see.

Surely amongst all these
beautiful young ladies,

there's one fit enough
to bear your children, my son.

Ah. Now, that is the someone
I want you to meet.

Are you well, sir?

Splendid shot, sir.
You have your kill.

Not good enough, Arur.

Still only the fourth best
in the country.

With time,
you will be number one, sir.

There is much to hunt
in these forests of Britannia.

My boy!

My prince!

No, do leave that to others,
Duleep.

Objects break.

In particular,
those that are rather fragile.

Do follow me.

And broken, of course,
they are of no value.

Such comfort
in the house of our Lord.

Do you feel that, Duleep?

Yes?

Yes.

Come. Pray with me, Duleep.

What troubles you, Duleep?

What bears so heavy
on your heart?

Speak.

Speak with the will
of your freedom.

Freedom?

Yes, you are a free man.
As are we all.

Yes.

A royal subject.

Yes, but with the immunity
of full freedom

to speak your mind.

I have to see my mother.

I feel your desire, son.

But it may not be well taken

by those who have toiled
so painstakingly

to take care of your person
and your every need.

What good can it do?

Everything Lady Login and myself
have labored to provide for you,

and that with
such profound love,

compassion and understanding
of your every need,

would come to naught.

And because of your actions,
you risk losing everything.

Being reduced to living
like a commoner

amongst the very people--

People? What people?

Lady Login has been
more than a mother to you,

and I have given you
the love of a father.

As I felt it in my heart.

Your mother was not capable
of your care.

We all did what we felt
was best for you.

But I want to see her.

There is so much that troubles.

I have questions
that remain unanswered.

-I understand--
-Please!

Please make this possible.

I don't even know where she is.

Help me.

Why now, after all these years?

The boy is all grown up.

He has questions that we do not
have the answers for.

Where is she?

In Nepal.

Old, sick, and I believe
she's losing her sight.

So, not much of a danger
anymore.

Her days of rebellion are over.

Let him see his mother.

Leave the rest
to our mighty Lord.

There's a lion that sleeps
in the heart of that boy.

I'm afraid if awakened,
the roar may be unbearable.

-I welcome you to India.
-Lord Canning.

I receive you with full honors
befitting your status.

Thank you.

However, I do request

that we keep this visit
to its agreed-upon purpose.

I am just here to see my mother,
Lord Canning.

Thank you.

And if there is anything
that I can do

to make your visit here as
comfortable as it needs to be,

please do let me know.

They seem to be
afraid of something.

Please, this way, sir.

Duleep?

Yes.

In my wait for you,
my eyes have betrayed me.

So many tears have been shed.

And now I can't
even see you well.

The one for whom I have longed,
for so many years...

Now you're in front of me and
I can't even see you clearly.

They have changed you so much.

Not the same royal son who was
stolen from me 14 years ago.

I didn't know
I could feel so much pain.

I have not only lost a kingdom,
I have lost a son too.

Time can be so cruel...

and destiny, an inevitable foe.

We were kings once,
and we had a kingdom.

Tell me about England
and your home.

It's cold most of the time.

Dim, cloudy weather.

Besides summertime, you really
don't see the sun very much.

But I have heard

that the sun never sets
on the British Empire.

-But it is very beautiful.
-The people?

Everybody is really good to me.

God-fearing, honest...

kind-hearted people.

Kind?

Are the people in England
different

than the ones
I have come to know?

It's not just them.

Some of our own people
turned out to be traitors, too.

Your father, the king,

worked hard
to keep them all united.

The Lion of Punjab built
the kingdom straw by straw.

His pyre hadn't
even simmered down yet...

and members of the Royal Court

had already started plotting
to take over the kingdom.

The British were waiting
at our borders,

watching us like vultures.

They had already taken India
in their grip.

Only Punjab was left.

And it was the most valuable
to them.

The English knew

they could finally launch
a decisive strike.

Tell me about the Queen...
Victoria.

Is she beautiful?

She's white.

Yes, obviously she's white,
but...

But not beautiful. Am I right?

She says that
I'm very good-looking.

Handsome. Charming.

And pleasing to the heart.

She really admires my eyes
a lot.

She calls me "Black Prince."

You're not a prince.
You're a king.

She treats me very well.

You were born to be a king.

And a king you became, my son.

Don't you realize
what has taken place?

Lahore was awash with blood.

The price was dear.

Your father's eldest son,
Kharak Singh,

ascended to the throne.

But his queen, Rani Chand Kaur,
had bigger ambitions.

She wanted to make her son,
Nau Nihal, the King of Punjab.

Nau Nihal became our ruler.

However, his reign
only lasted a day,

as he was crushed
under a falling gate

while coming back
from his father's funeral.

Now, Rani Chand Kaur
was bathing,

when her servants
strangled her to death.

Sher Singh,
Maharaja's second son in line,

was placed on the throne

with theKhalsa'sblessing
and full backing.

Don't stop.

Sir, are you sure
you want to know?

Yes.

Maharaja Sher Singh was
watching wrestling,

something he enjoyed immensely.

Who was it?

Ajit Singh Sandhawalia.

He declared himself the Vizier,

and you... the king.

You did not tell me this before.

I didn't think it mattered.

It wouldn't have
changed anything.

We are a foolish nation,
the Sikhs.

We threw away the most
important gift of the Guru

because of greed.

The thing he beckoned us
to do away with, we embraced,

and lost his kingdom.

We apologize for bothering you
so early in the morning,

but we need
to talk to you as well.

That's alright.
Tell me, what is it?

We wish to meet the King.

How many of them?

A small battalion.

But many more,
not far from here.

They wish to have counsel
with you.

I wish to meet them too.

Sir, the British
are watching our every move.

It could be seen as treason.

The English took everything.

All my possessions, one by one.

My jewelry, my clothes.

My dignity and honor,
all tossed into the dirt.

Now I'm going to their country
to live among them.

Do you see the irony in that,
Duleep?

Maharani Ji?

The carriage has arrived
and is waiting.

It can wait.

Until I give the order.

Yes.

I'm very tired.

I don't have the strength
to fight anymore.

Duleep...

Don't become like me.

You have the blood
of the Lion of Punjab

running through your veins.

Carve your own destiny.

Blessed shall be those

who praise
the True and Timeless One!

They are soldiers
of the Sikh kingdom, Duleep.

They need a leader
who can lead them to freedom.

-Your Highness.
-Maharani Jindan.

Yes, Your Highness.

I pray your stay here will be
comfortable and warm

as I welcome you
to the shores of England.

Yes, Your Highness, it is.

-And her health?
-Much better now, Your Highness.

Come, join me for tea.

-She talks a lot.
-She invited us for tea.

We've come from so far away
and she is just serving us tea?

I have seen these before.

I drank tea
from these cups before.

I hope you are enjoying the tea,
Rani Jindan.

I am rather fond of it.

Looks like these cups
have been stolen from us.

She says the tea is good.

And familiar too, Your Highness.

I must excuse myself.
Do please enjoy the tea.

Where did she go?

She didn't even offer us
any food.

We were only invited to tea.

I see the medicine I sent you
has done you well, Maharani.

The taste of this food

is so different from the flavor
of the food in Punjab.

Do you agree, Dr. Login?

Despite the fact that these
spices came from our Punjab.

That is how it all began.

You came to us for our spices

and ended up swallowing
our kingdom.

Yes, spices.

It must be
because the water is different.

It could be the water, Maharani.

I am glad you agree with me.

If I knew you were such
a caring and honest gentleman,

I would not have plotted
to poison you.

I did try my best.

Poison?

The thought had crossed my mind.

Dr. Login, eat your supper.

I have come to terms
with my situation.

It's all in the past.

There's nothing to worry about.

I've decided not to kill you.

Are the spices too hot for you,
Dr. Login?

My honorable Queen.

Colonel Hurbon?

It has been a long time,
memsahib.

Time has its own destiny.

Yes. And it has not been
as kind as it seems.

But we are warriors.

Are we not, Colonel Hurbon?

Yes, we are.

Warriors of Maharaja Ranjit
Singh's Army of theKhalsa.

You have served him well.

It was my honor,memsahib.

The sword?

Yes,memsahib.

Given to me
by the Lion of Punjab himself.

I know.

I remember it all very well.

And now,
I want you to have this.

I know...

There is a yearning
in my soul,

telling me to battle on,
to become free.

But I am...

The young Maharaja Duleep,
he must fight on.

You must instill in him
the will and courage

to take back
what is rightfully his.

He must know
his purpose in life.

Lead his people to freedom.

-Thank you.
-Please,memsahib.

It was not only my duty,

but my fulfilment of my pledge
to my king.

He was a great king.

Very wise
and an astute politician.

His faith in his religion
was absolute.

Even after
the greatest of victories,

he bowed before his faith.

He used to say, "There is
nothing higher than faith."

He was accountable
only to theKhalsa.

The Lion of Punjab's
Sword of Justice.

I want you to keep it now.

Carry it with great pride
and courage.

You are the rightful heir
to the sword.

Who am I?

You are the one that
the prophecy speaks about.

The one who will regain freedom
for his people

and rule his subjects
fairly and wisely.

The cold is
really chilling my bones.

It's not like the cold
back in our country.

Should I get you
another blanket?

Thank God.

The sun decided
to show its face.

I can see the warmth
in the reflection of this

across your face.

No, leave it.

There's nothing more divine
than the warmth of a diamond.

There was a diamond once.

The diamond of the king.

Yes, Duleep. You.

You had wealth, personal wealth.

Land grants, salt mines

and one special diamond.

The diamond?

The Mountain of Light. Kohinoor.

-A gift.
-Gift?

Your gift.

"Mountain of Light,"
the diamond.

Cold. Cold by nature,
I'm afraid.

Diamonds are.

It was stolen.
Stolen from you, Duleep.

Your kingdom, your wealth.

Your dignity.

And in particular, your faith.

I am confused, Lord.

Help me.

For I know not who I am
and where I belong.

God came to us
in the form of Jesus Christ.

He lived, died and rose for us

so that, through his suffering
and sacrifice,

we may attain his favor.

I was but a child.

I was taken away from her.

I did not know
of the ways of the world.

I wanted to learn.

But I wanted
to learn everything.

Good. Bad. And who I was.

You were taught
what was right for you.

I was taught
what they wanted to teach me.

What was right for them.

The Maharani was unable
to care for you.

-She was losing her sanity.
-She was my mother.

Your safety and wellbeing

were of the utmost importance
to the Crown.

Lady Login and I cared for you
as our own.

Our own flesh and blood.

You are part
of who and what I am.

-But I am a...
-Christian!

You are a Christian, my son.

And the path of Lord Jesus
Christ is your salvation.

My salvation is in knowing
who and what I really am.

Not in what you say I am.

I was completely alone.

A woman...

surrounded on all four sides
by bloodthirsty vultures.

I needed a mother!

You managed to lose yourself...

and me as well.

He was the only one
we could trust.

Your uncle, Jawahir,
your guardian.

You drew your sword against
the blood of the Lion of Punjab!

Your face was covered
with his blood.

Sorrow turns people mad.

What have they done to you,
Duleep?

They stole you away from me

and filled your heart
with absolute lies,

lies that you have
come to believe as the truth.

They have killed the soul
of the Lion of Punjab.

The vultures you talk about
were everywhere.

And you abandoned me.
I was but a child.

Not a king.

The king was of your making,
not mine.

It was your destiny
to become a king.

Maharani?

I was told
I would find you here.

You're a man of faith.

I don't know anything
of your faith,

and I have no desire to know,

but I can only assume
that it holds one

to be good,
just and honorable.

I think any faith
should do that...

if it claims to believe in God.

Maharani.
It is very cold outside.

It's not good for your health.
Come inside.

My health doesn't look any worse
than yours, Dr. Login.

Time.

Time has not been kind to us,
I gather.

Good to some...
and a bit worse for others.

Forgive me.

That's not enough.

For the damage
that you have done,

no kind of apology will suffice.

The pain you have caused
a grieving mother...

You stole Duleep from me...
and changed him forever.

You squashed his soul
by telling him absolute lies!

I have longed for him
to call me "mother"...

and to hear the Guru's name
from his lips.

What have you done to my son?

Believe in whatever you wish.

But I believe
there is just one God,

whose governance
we all live under.

And I can assure you...

that you will not be forgiven!

Duleep.

Don't forget your promise to me.

I am to be cremated...

as per Sikh rites...

on the soil of my birth.

Over there,

Thakur Singh Sandhawalia
is the only one you can trust.

Trust no one else.

He was your father's
most trusted ally.

His loyalty is unquestionable.

Raise your sword...

and reclaim your kingdom.

Do you promise, my son?

Yes.

The souls of those
that die in Him

depart to be with Him,

when they behold the face of
God in light and glory,

waiting for the full redemption
of their bodies.

I will be taking her home.
To Punjab.

She will be cremated
as per Sikh rites.

That was my mother's wish.

Sir. You need to come with me.

My son.

It's been a good journey.

Now I must enter
the house of my Lord.

Be good to yourself, my son.

Be steadfast in everything
that I have taught you.

We commend Dr. John Spencer
Login to the mercy of God.

We commit his body to ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

Now I truly am an orphan.

Respected Mother.

I am going to take you home,
to Punjab.

With a great deal
of trepidation on my part...

But I must.

The circumstances compel me to.

Therefore, I humbly request

that you depart for Britain
immediately.

Your passage into Punjab...
is no longer possible.

You yourself
created the creation.

You yourself infused
your power into it.

You behold your creation,

like the losing and winning dice
of the Earth.

Whoever has come, shall depart.

All shall have their turn.

I hope you forgive me, Mother.

For I could not take you
to the land of Punjab.

Maharaja, we are honored to have you pass
through American Misson School

and present these diplomas
to our graduates.

No. Please.

Do you know who I am?

Someone I am clearly not
and can never be.

When you are my wife,
you will be who I am.

Can we count? One...

Can you count?

Shall we count? Can we count?
One...

Can you count with me? One...

Alms for the needy.
Alms for the needy, sir.

I too had riches once.

Far greater
than imagination could hold.

A kingdom.

I know who you are.

One beggar cannot take alms
from another.

Good day, sir.

Alms for the needy.
Alms for the needy.

Pray together.

Forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Sir, something sits heavy
on your mind.

I'm winning.

And that too
without much of an effort.

Sir...

I am trying
to build these dreams

that were once our reality
in our lands.

I am fooling myself

into believing that I am someone
that clearly...

I am not.

And neither are you, Arur.

We are living
a life of illusion.

Can you continue
to live with that, Arur?

We are Sikhs.

Yes, sir. We are Sikhs.

We have a kingdom, do we not?

Yes, sir, we do.

And I... its king.

Yes, sir.

Maharaja, Arur Singh. Maharaja.

Come, my prince. Drink.

The tea is just wonderful.

I believe it's from Assam.

Yes, Your Majesty.
I believe it is.

I wish to ask something,
Your Majesty.

Yes? Do speak.

About the Kingdom of Punjab.

Yes, there was a kingdom.

And I, its king.

Yes.

Taken from me
by lies and deceit.

They were God-fearing men

who thought of what was best
for you and the people.

Their concerns were not
for my wellbeing

or the wellbeing of our people.

They were not the Christians
they professed to be.

They were not men of truth.

Then tell me of a kingdom
built on truth, Duleep.

The kingdom of my father.

Your father was a man of truth,
from what I know of him.

But what happened
after he died, hmm?

A kingdom in disarray.

The only truthful kingdom
I know of, Duleep,

is the kingdom of our Lord.

What you seek is all gone now,
my Black Prince.

I am not a prince.

Maharaja?

I am very pleased to see you
looking like a Sikh.

But this is a state function.

It will raise a lot of eyebrows.

I am who I am.

A Sikh.

Come, Arur Singh.

We have a function to attend
and eyebrows to raise.

The Punjab papers.

Finally available
to the people.

"Maharani Jindan is
a serious obstacle

to our interest
in the Kingdom of Punjab.

Every effort must be made

to discredit her
among her people.

Separate her from power.

Take the young Maharaja
away from her.

Only then we will have
a clear road to victory."

The world needs to know.

They need to be awakened

to the reality of who and what
the British really are.

A bunch of Fagins.

For what they did
to a little boy.

They stole his childhood...

and tore out his heart.

And in the process
of their deceit,

they decapitated a great kingdom
and drank its blood and glory.

Glory.

Not of valor,
not of any brave act.

But cunningness and fraud.

A letter, Arur Singh.
ToThe Times.

Exposing all
that we have learned

about how the English stole
the Kingdom of Punjab

and betrayed
the trust of my father.

I will demand,
in no uncertain terms,

that what is rightfully mine
be given back to me

without any further delay
or removes.

Maharaja.

I have read your memorial
to Lord Salisbury.

Sir O'Burne,
you are an hour late.

I have waited.

I do apologize.

But I cannot comprehend
how a person in your position

could court a rebuff, by demand,

something that no government
in their right mind

would ever consider,
much less satisfy.

You are talking of transactions
of nearly half a century ago,

which if reopened,
as you desire,

would reopen every act

of the state
of British government in India.

That may not be
such a bad thing.

Truth is all I seek.

They have treated me
like an animal.

They are trying to buy
my silence with a pittance.

They are now trying to goad me
into desperation.

They forget I am a king!

You surrendered your kingdom
with alacrity.

You could say
nothing at the time

of the justice
that was dealt out to you.

Justice?
Injustice of the highest order.

than total and complete
governance of my kingdom.

By me.

The government of India wants
to get rid of me and my family,

that we may sink into oblivion?

That will not happen.

I will not vanish
without a fight.

My mother had said to me there's
only one man I can trust.

Sardar Thakur Singh Sandhawalia.

We cannot turn back now,
Arur Singh.

And live in England in
an utter state of humiliation.

My pleas, my democratic approach
for justice,

has fallen on deaf ears.

The government doesn't care.

The Prime Minister is afraid
to meet with me,

even for a few minutes,
to listen to our grievances.

And now, as Sikhs,
we must not just demand

but take back
what is rightfully ours.

Send a wire
to Thakur Singh Sandhawalia.

Immediately, Maharaja.

Maharaja? They are here.

Thakur Singh, Maharaja.

So many years have passed.

It was a very long
and arduous journey,

but now we are here
to take you home.

There is so much I want to know,
Thakur Singh.

You must tell me everything.

Yes, Maharaja.

You are the heir
to the Sikh Kingdom of Punjab.

TheKhalsawill rise.

Khalsajust needs a purpose.

Khalsaneeds you.

That pure and holy land...

awaits the fulfillment
of the prophecy.

The prophecy?

You must re-embrace your faith.

Not only in principle,

but also in appearance, deeds
and actions.

My soul yearns to be a Sikh.

Then it shall be done
as your heart desires.

The soil of your birth
awaits your arrival.

They will celebrate the return
of their real king.

When you embrace your faith
again...

theKhalsawill rise.

Their cry of victory will be
heard across the land.

This money is for holy offerings
at the Golden Temple.

Pray for my swift return
to our beloved homeland.

I am restless to meet my people
and see my palace.

Until that time,
you will find solace in this.

These are the prayers
of our Gurus.

These are the only treasures
we seek in life.

What is this, Maharaja?

What of me?

And the children?

You are Christian.
As am I, and the children.

And Christian
we shall always be.

In life and in death.

We are your family.

Don't destroy us...

I beg of you.

I plead mercy with you,
do not abandon this family.

We are all you have, Maharaja!

The kingdom is gone.

Subjects fake, prophecy false.

Look around you.
What do you see?

Decay of your madness!

"My Sikh brothers,
I beg your forgiveness

for adopting a foreign religion

and forsaking the faith
of my ancestors.

I wish to be baptized
as a Sikh again.

It is now my desire
to return again to Bombay.

By the grace of the Almighty,
this will happen.

My beloved countrymen,
I am your own fresh and blood.

Every second, my heart yearns to
set foot on my homeland again.

In order to reclaim
the Sikh kingdom,

I need my Sikh brothers
by my side."

Our king is coming
to lead us to freedom.

Blessed shall be those

who praise
the True and Timeless One!

O Nanak, through this Naam,
a state of bliss is obtained!

With your grace,
may all mankind be well!

You do know that by doing this,

you risk the loss
of all that you have?

I have already taken the first
steps to abjure Christianity...

for I no longer have faith

in the so-called
Christian government.

I am resolved to go to India.

The government of India

is prepared to offer you
a much higher stipend.

Which shall be more than
sufficient to cover your needs.

But it will require your total
and absolute surrender.

No more of
your nonsensical demands.

You insult me
with your arrogance.

May Nanak's blessings
be upon you.

A man from the India Office

offered me £50,000
to change my mind.

To accept my destiny
as an English subject.

It's not about the money.

It's not about
my personal wealth.

It's not about the riches
that give our body comforts.

It's about the yearning
in my soul...

to be free,

to lead my people
as free soldiers of God's army.

Soldiers of theKhalsa.

I want to belong.

They are watching us.
Our every move, Maharaja.

I know.
Let them. We will go.

We will strike a dagger
in their fat bellies.

Not in their backs,
like they did with us.

We will look them in their eyes,

see their dishonesty,
their fear,

and then bury that dagger
deep into their flesh.

We sail for India
and take back my kingdom.

Are you with me, Arur Singh?

Yes, Maharaja.

Is that all, sir?

Yes, that is all.

These four telegrams are to be
sent 24 hours after I leave.

Thank you, sir. Will do so, sir.

God be with you on your journey,
sir.

Thank you.

Good day, my good man.

And this one, sir,
is addressed to you personally.

From Lord Kimberley.

"The Maharaja cannot be allowed
to set foot on Indian soil."

See to it.

Yes, sir.

It's important for me to hold this family

Embarking on this journey.
A new dream.

They will be real princes and
princesses of a real kingdom.

Prince Victor one day will
take my place as the Maharaja.

They need to be part
of the journey, Arur Singh.

When I take the true name
of the Khalsa

and embrace all that
it represents within my soul...

They need to witness that.
They need to see its power.

And the desire for them

to become one with me
and the Guru...

must come from them.

My sovereign,
before quitting England,

I humbly venture
to address Your Majesty

in order to convey the
inexpressible gratitude I feel

for all
Your Majesty's graciousness,

both to me and mine during
my stay here in this country,

I could not face the pain that
such an event would cause me

if I ventured to take my leave
in person.

And therefore I humbly implore
Your Majesty's forgiveness.

Your heartbroken subject,
Duleep Singh.

Maharaja Duleep Singh.
I am Brigadier-General Hogg.

You are to come with me, sir.

You are placing me under arrest?

My instructions, sir,
are to escort you off the ship

as your onward passage to India
is not permitted.

Am I to see a difference
in an arrest

and what I am being made
to do against my free will?

You will need to place handcuffs
on me, Brigadier.

Because I am your prisoner.

That will not be necessary,
Maharaja.

Please, come with me.

I leave this ship unwillingly,
as a prisoner of the English.

How long will you keep me here?

That depends entirely on you,
Maharaja.

However, India is not possible.

Maharaja, they are here.

We will have to find
two more Khalsa Singhs.

There is a transport ship,
just touched the shores.

I hear there areKhalsaSinghs
among the shipmates.

There are nether worlds
beneath nether worlds,

and hundreds of thousands
of heavenly worlds above.

The Vedas say you can
keep searching for them

until you grow weary.

The Scriptures say that there
are 18,000 worlds

but in reality
there is only one universe.

If you try to write an account
of this,

you will come to the end
of your life before you finish.

O Nanak, call Him Great!
He Himself knows Himself.

On this very day, I celebrate
my rebirth as a Sikh.

And I thank you, my brothers.

The children must be relieved.

They will miss you.

As will I.

I'm... I'm really sorry.

Will I ever see you again?

Yes, I know.

Your destiny.

They cannot keep us
out of our land forever.

And I refuse to go back
to England,

a country that I had denounced
as an enemy

and no longer our home.

Then what, Maharaja?

Paris.

Ada, thank you
for joining me here.

Mr. Patrick Casey, the Maharaja.

The bravest fighting men.
Warriors.

Your Sikhs need to fight
the right war.

There's nobody that hates
the English more than the Irish.

And we have many friends.

It's an honor to meet you,
Maharaja.

Oh, yes. Please meet
General Charles Tevis,

American
and an enemy of the English.

An honor, Maharaja.

Have you tried
reasoning with the English?

I have tried everything
short of begging.

Sometimes even that
may not be a bad idea.

I'm surprised to hear that
from you, General.

Perhaps I have seen
way too much bloodshed.

Blood is what it will
have to be, General Tevis.

If that's how you feel,
then that's what it will be.

And it's Charles.

Dr. Elie de Cyon, I wanted to
introduce you to the Maharaja,

sovereign to the Sikh nation.

As soon as the Russians
have completed the railway

they are building in
Central Asia,

a Russian army,
along with myself,

will invade India
through Afghanistan.

Sikh soldiers
in the British Army will desert

and place themselves
under my command.

We need to proceed to Russia
immediately.

Katkov will facilitate a meeting
with the Tsar.

I talked to Zubayr Pasha

and Sudan is ready
to be part of the plan.

And so are Egypt and Turkey.

Native kings of Hindustan
will attack British soldiers,

destroy railway
and telegraph lines.

Indians will rise as one
against the British.

On our front, the Irish will
cause havoc for the English,

the likes of which
they've never seen before.

Gentlemen, the great war
against the British

is about to begin.

Everything?

Yes, everything
the English need to know.

I will keep you posted further.

Duleep!

Ada, they are not going
to leave us alone.

Get to the station
and I will meet you there.

Hurry. This way.

Good. You are here.

Patrick Casey.
I am now an Irish rebel.

It is a war, my friend.

In this war,
we are all what we have to be.

We are Irish, French, Russian,
and we are Sikh.

We have a common foe.

Those papers will allow you to
travel into the heart of Russia,

have your meeting with the Tsar,

and raise an army
against the British.

And you will
get your kingdom back.

Good luck, my friend.

Maharaja,
everything is on board.

-Maharaja.
-Mr. Katkov.

Everything is fine, Maharaja.

The Tsar is very well aware of
your presence here in Russia.

It is only a matter
of a little time

for us to set
a strategic meeting with him.

I understand, but there is
so much that needs to be done.

So many points of interest

that need to be connected
and timed across the world.

And everything depends
on our meeting the Tsar.

He is the key in all this.

I promise, I will do something
very quickly.

Arur, come. Sit.

You must proceed to India.

All arrangements
have been made for you.

You are to meet
Shashi Bhusan Mukerji.

He has promised funds,

raised in the name
of the rebellion.

Liberation is not far.

There are many forces at work
in India.

Your papers and funds
for your travels.

Maharaja. As you command me.

By the grace of God,
we will meet again soon.

I, Khalsa , belong to God.
Victory belongs to God.

Mr. Arur Singh, we are pleased
to see you in India.

As you can see,
we are ready now...

and we are waiting.

As you know,
our Maharaja is in Russia

and will lead the Russian Army
through Afghanistan, into India.

How many Sikh soldiers
are in Afghanistan

with the British Army?

About 20,000.

But we have roughly 40,000
spread throughout India.

Will they join us?

Yes. Every last one of them,
as well as their commanders,

have pledged
to support the Maharaja.

They have all sworn an oath
to the Guru Granth Sahib.

125,000KukaSinghs
are ready to fight.

Except for Nepal,

all the native states
are with us

and ready to take up arms
against the British.

The Sikh kingdom
will finally be liberated.

Mr. Arur Singh?

Mr. Mukerji.

You look very tired.

You've had a long journey.

I am feeling thirsty.

Of course.
We have much to talk about.

Please, follow me.

Kingdoms are not raised
overnight, Mr. Katkov.

I do understand that.
But time is what worries me.

How long?

I have been here, waiting,
getting impatient.

Soon, my friend. Soon.

I have been hearing that
for so many months.

My people are waiting
with eagerness.

But nothing seems to progress
on your end.

I will speak to the Tsar.

How long do we have
to wait for them?

Katkov has promised to arrange
a meeting with Alexander.

His efforts are noble.
We must have patience.

Arur Singh, I am going
to ask this one more time.

We know that
you have not come to India

for some well-deserved holiday.

So speak clearly.

Who are you to meet here?

And what is the purpose
of your visit?

How about a glass of brandy?
On ice?

Sir.

He wants brandy. On ice.

Will not talk.

The likes of him
would rather die.

Let go of me!

Well, brother...

Did you ask for brandy too?

My brother, I wish my demand
had been so simple.

I asked for my country,

to liberate my motherland
from these foreigners.

I promised to shed English
and traitor blood.

Then our dreams have
something in common.

Thakur Singh?

I hope the food tastes good.

Clean him up
and lay him on his bed.

Come out!

God, give me your protection
and destroy my enemies now.

I pray that my wish for peace
is fulfilled.

Bless me, God,
and I shall never forsake You.

Whatever I seek,
I will look for it only in You.

Liberate us all.

-How is she?
-Sleeping.

There's no news
from Arur Singh or the others.

Now that Katkov is dead,
the Tsar will not meet us.

We have to go back to Paris
and rethink our move.

Sir, everybody
has been arrested,

killed or banished to Kala Pani.

The so-called rebellion
of Maharaja Duleep Singh

has been crushed.

You will be duly rewarded
for your services to the Crown.

But one more thing, Aziz Ud-Din.

Thank you, sir.

That's all I could get.

Maharaja?

Finally, I set eyes on the man
behind the roar...

as I come to deliver you
the news that it is all over.

It has all come to an end.

I hate to be the man known
for assassinating a king.

But what is a king
without a kingdom?

Quickly.
Please, take me to a doctor.

Please, hurry.

There has to be some doctor
available.

Victor. My son.

You've found time
to come see me.

I am most tired.

I beg you, Father, please.

Write to the Queen.

There is no other hope.

You have lost everything.

We are in extreme debts.

We are poor.

Please, ask for the pardon

so that your pensions
can be restored

and we can live
with a little sense of dignity.

Dignity?

I am the son
of the Lion of Punjab.

And you, my blood...
his blood...

All that is now gone. Forever!

Wake up to the truth.

Arur Singh, you are a free man.

Go home.

It's all over.

And be thankful
we didn't hang you by the neck.

Maharaja?

As everyone else in my life...

you betrayed me too, Arur Singh.

Why did you come back?

So that you will know the truth,
Maharaja.

The truth?

Our people
have sold their souls.

The British are far too clever.

Yes. Is that the truth?

And the prophecy, Maharaja...
is false.

Guru Gobind Singh...

could not be a false prophet.

It was the creation

of those who wanted much more
than what your heart desired.

So the prophecy was never his?

It was not.

The irony of it all...

They should have killed me...

when I was a child.

Those good Christian men.

And have history speak of me

as the queen responsible for
the biggest tragedy of all time?

I have enough to live with.

All I ever wanted was...

my childhood.

And all I ever wanted
was the love of a child.

My son.

And now?

Now...

we are mere symbols
of who we were.

Forgive me, my son.

For we have wronged you.

And now I am so helpless.

Keep them, my child.

Who are you?

I am Colonel Hurbon.

I served your father well.

And I saved your life.

Why?

So that you would rise
to be king.

But I did not save you for this.

I am sorry to disappoint you.

But there isn't much left in me.

I tried.

And now?

A wave will rise
across the Indian soil.

My Sikh brothers
will spill blood.

Theirs and of their enemy's.

And the English will be
driven out of India for good.

That day will come.

Is that your prophecy?

No.

That is my belief.

May my people forgive me...

for I could not be the king...

that I was to be.

Victory will be yours.

Believe in him,
Guru Gobind Singh.

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