01x03 - Episode 3

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Sir!

If you do this,
we'll be committing a terrible sin.

All of Benaras will want us dead.

Even the soldiers won't support us, sir.

Sir. Sir!

It'll spark an uproar, sir.

Don't do it, sir!

Sir!

Let them pass.

Let them pass.

Where are we headed, Dada?

The boatman knows.

To Calcutta.

To meet Bagha.

Bagha Jatin.

In the presence of His Lordship,
Sir Neville Hartwright,

and under Section 302,

on account of the brutal m*rder
of English officers

the court awards a death sentence to

R.C. Majumdar, the leader
of Anushilan Samiti, in Alipore Jail.

The court recommends that CID officer
Shams-Ul-Alam receive

-an appropriate reward for his service.
-Thank you.

I presume it went well.

Of course, it did.

Shams-Ul!

You spineless Brit lapdog!

Do we have a confession?

Sir, we have a confession.

Not one, but 47 of them.

You feeling alright this morning, boy?

Sir, every single person present
in that court

has owned up to the m*rder.

Wow!

Brilliant.

They know damn well
we can't punish all of them.

They are mocking us, Marwin.

Sir,

this order has come
from the Viceroy.

Genius!

Where are they?

Attention, please.
All the prisoners must clean their rooms.

Inspection will take place
in a little while.

Lord Hardinge...

has issued an order.

We have to find the man

who dared to k*ll a British Officer.

The one...

who fired the shot.

And if he isn't found,

all of you will be released,

and we'll accept

that you succeeded
in defeating the British Empire.

So, shall we try this one more time?

Who

k*lled

Officer

Shams-

Ul-

Alam?

Really?

Marwin,

let them all go.

Sir.

Sir, please don't do that.

We'll skin them alive
before the news reaches Delhi.

Not at all, Marwin.

We have to follow the orders.

We do as the Viceroy commands.

Lucky chaps, all of them.

Out of the 46,

you need to keep an eye on one, Marwin.

Just one.

When I fired the shot,

they all flinched...

except one.

He didn't blink.

He didn't move a muscle.

No one stayed back,

except this one.

And a few seconds later...

Jai Bhawani
[Glory to the Goddess Bhawani]!

He paid his respects.

Prisoner Number 19.

He's their leader.

Name?

Jyotindra Nath Mukerjee, sir.

The children of Bengal call him
Bagha Jatin.

I wasn't asleep.

Dada!

Dada! Dada!

They have arrived.

Hot water has been kept
in the courtyard.

Get off me, you devil!

-I won't!
-Let go of me!

Leave me alone, you rogue!

Hey, you, new boy!

Don't learn everything from him.

They are all bloody savages!

Go now!
The water will get cold.

Boudi [Sister-in-law]...

Luchi.

He wants it.

I know who wants it.

I'm already preparing it.

-No, I'll keep it.
-Give it to me!

Over smart boy!

Boudi.

For you, Pishima [Aunt].

Go, have a bath.

Here...

Boudi, don't make it too crispy.

Krantikari Babu [Mr. Revolutionary].

Krantikari Babu,

I didn't tell them a thing.

Not a single thing.

-Sachin.
-Pratibha!

Tell us! What's your plan?

Where is Rash Behari Bose!?

Tell us!

-What are you doing?
-It needs more mustard...

Get your hands away!

This is my kitchen.
Don't forget.

Now shut up and sit quietly.

"Rash Behari Bose"...

You might be a great man to this country,
but this is my kitchen.

Nothing moves in this house
without my permission, understood?

Not salty enough, not spicy enough,
this is wrong, that is wrong.

Here, make it yourself!

Go on, do it.

It has a little less mustard...

That's all I said.

Did I ever tell you

how much gunpowder to put
in your firecrackers?

But you know,

I can make that too.

Pass me a lime.

I know.

Here.

Oh, the young Krantikari Babu is here!

Nanibala Boudi.

After eating food cooked by her,

death feels a little less frightening.

This...

this is exactly
how he pleases the Brits.

Go, sit.
I'll get dinner.

-Dada!
-Take this.

Da--

Sachin!

Dada!

Rash!

Rash!

If there's a reward
of 12,000 on your head,

then mine should be
at least 25,000.

Is this a bloody joke?

What if the b*llet had hit the mark?

A complete menace!

Your aim is just like Bose Babu's...

How confidently he went to defeat
the mighty British Empire

and couldn't even land
one clean shot!

Chote [Young one]!

Always remember...

that even a scolding from Bagha Jatin...

is as good as a blessing.

How are you, Bose Babu?

Alive.

You could've caused some real damage.

Apologies, my friend.

Isn't 25,000 a bit much for you?

Bring water...

A telegram came in from
our informant in Jessore, sir.

Bagha Jatin has returned
to the city after two years.

Reached Howrah this morning by train.

Sub-Inspector Mondal
and I followed him for quite a while.

But when it started raining,

I lost him in the narrow lanes
of Thakurbari, past Bara Bazaar.

No.

You didn't lose him.

He caught you.

If Bagha Jatin has truly returned,

then something big is on the horizon.

He has a plan, Marwin,

and we need to know what it is.

Shut up, you b*stards!

Singing in the middle of the night!

Not letting me sleep!

If Rabi Thakur hears you sing...
he'll faint and fall!

Boudi!

Cheers, Boudi!

Dyer will only breathe easy
after putting a noose around your neck.

You know that, right?

That's exactly what keeps
the faith alive, Dada.

These bloody Brits should always feel

how far they have fallen behind us,

and how utterly thick-headed--

Did I say something wrong?

We need to make a big move,
Bose Babu.

One that makes the Brits realize

that they are merely guests here.

And this can't be done
with stolen goods

or homemade bombs.

Dada...

What if I told you we're ready
to raise our own army?

An army that can hurl the Brits

out in one clean strike.

Will you believe me?

For a man...

who has torn a tiger apart
with his bare hands...

Nothing is impossible.

Abani Dada's younger brother.

Sachin.

We've laid our homes,

our private lives...

open before you like a book.

The market is shut.

No one can enter or leave the Tola.

Is it the intention
of the Majesty's Government

to starve the children
of Bengali Tola?

Calm down.

Calm down, everyone.

Lt. Col. Dyer's forces,

acting under Section 98
of the Criminal Procedure Code,

didn't just raid one house.

They meticulously
tore through them all.

But despite all this searching
and digging,

Lt. Col. Dyer found absolutely nothing.

So what now?

Since you couldn't find proof,

will you just manufacture it?

Tell us!

Are you going
to frame all of us now?

I had supported you, Lt. Colonel,

but I'll be damned if I lose
my commission over this.

The curfew stands revoked!

Long live Abani Dada!

Namaste.

I would like to have a word with...
Pratibha.

I'm here to tell your father

that unions are ordained by destiny.

Whether you take the wedding vows now
or later doesn't matter.

From today, you are
the daughter-in-law of the Sanyal family.

If you wish, you can come with me

and stay with us.

I am just as certain

that my destiny is
to become Sachin's bride.

And don't worry, Dada.

He will return soon.

I'd like to only come as Sachin's bride.

What is there to worry about, dear?

That fool has so much
to come back to.

See you soon.

Dear Pratibha.

It is said that in the fight for freedom,

there is no place for love.

But what is the point of freedom,

without you by my side?

As a revolutionary,

it is entirely forbidden to communicate
with your loved ones,

but now it is my nature
to call out to you, Pratibha.

And when I met Pishima,

she showed me a way.

Putul...

Brijmohan Kaka has brought some sweets.

Had you ordered anything?

Thank you, Kaka.

To hear the earnest desires of my heart,

you must twist around my words.

The language is a little mischievous,

just like you.

"From the end, the story begins.

And before the final moment,
something new takes shape.

What appears to be the last
is truly the first.

A profound thought...
a play of time."

Before the final moment,
something new takes shape.

Before the end...

something new takes shape...

what looks like...

"What appears to be the last
is truly the first."

The first?

What appears to be the last
is truly the first!

There you are!

I knew you'd figure it out.

You are so clever, you know.

I wish you were here with me.

I wish there were no distance between us.

It is only these wishes...

that have tied your fate to mine.

I wish...

when the setting sun glints
off the brick roofs,

a fiery beloved would
skip over the terrace walls,

and run right towards me.

What happened?

Are you blushing?

Oh Lord,

your stubbornness!

I have so much more to tell you, Pratibha,

but look at you...

Come on, read ahead!

One thing always bothers me...

that although I have sailed out
to achieve my dreams,

you are the one paying for it.

I truly hope that one day...

I will be worthy of this price.

Here...

I have begun my efforts
to prove my worth.

After Rash Dada and Jatin Dada,

it is my word that carries weight.

The Jugantar Brothers respect me deeply.

It is just how I had dreamed.

-Greetings, brother.
-Greetings, brother.

Greetings, brother.

I am lying.

Every time I come close
to the finish line,

it scrambles away...

But...

it is your thought
that steals me away from my troubles.

The wink in your laughter...

ripples in my ears.

When I close my eyes,

your big, bright eyes

and the even bigger questions
inside them come rushing in,

giving strength to my desperate,
empty mind.

Desperate?

Shailja!

-I won't read it out loud!
-Okay, sorry, sorry. Go on.

I hope that my next letter...

is filled with evidence of my own
contribution to the revolution.

Till then, I must live through
others' triumphs.

I've just read some new
Ghadar newsletters.

Har Dayal Ji has published couplets
by a new poet.

I have transcribed it for you.

Please read it as if I were sitting
right there, by your side,

reciting them to you.

"Marathi, Bengali,
one blood, one path.

Hindus, Sikhs, Muslims,
weave them all into one fray.

Together, raise your voices.

Against an empire of tyranny.

Gather all and proclaim aloud.

Recite the chant of freedom.

Because without a spark,
the darkness will never fade.

Come quick,

let's light a revolution!"

Dear?

Yes, Maaji [ma'am]?

You know how to read,
don't you?

Yes. How may I help?

My husband has sent a letter
from Lahore Cantonment.

My father-in-law has passed away,

so I needed help reading it.

We'll need to send a reply too,
won't we?

-May I help you write that as well?
-Yes, please.

Please, sit down.

Dear Sudha.

They say w*r is on the horizon...

Perfect!

Ready?

Here, put this on.

Hurry up.

Easy there, champ, take a breath!

There's a cigarette in the bag.

Light it.

Take a gentle drag
and breathe out slowly.

Good.

-Be alert.
-Let them pass.

Remember what I told you,
Bhadra Bengali Babu?

Working late?

Just chasing after that bonus, sir.

Briefcase?

Let them go.

Keep your feet flat on the ground,
Chote Babu,

or I'll tip you straight out
of the rickshaw.

What's wrong with him?

You should've just told me that
I was nothing but a pawn

in this game of chess you two are playing.

He's not happy being a pawn.

Jai Bhawani!

A king and a pawn are the only pieces
that can just move one square.

And yet it is the pawn...

Who can flip the entire game.

Bose Babu, perhaps it's time...

Chote Babu, are you ready?

Come on, let's take an oath together.

Place your hand on your heart.

Close your eyes.

-Come on, sing with us.
-Chote!

On every second Saturday of the month,

a ship called the Tactician anchors
here, at the Royal Calcutta Docks.

From that ship, a weapons-loaded
consignment of Rodda Arms and Company

is unloaded at Dock Number 61.

The consignment is loaded onto
four bullock carts,

which 150 soldiers escort
to the Rodda Arms warehouse.

But this Saturday,
everything will change.

Because this Saturday,
there will be a fifth bullock cart

that our Jugantar Brothers will drive.

And instead of taking it to Rodda Arms,

they'll divert it here,
to the Harry and Sons warehouse.

With the blessings
of our senior leaders

and the two years of training
by our Jugantar Brothers,

this heist will be possible.

And one man will make
this all possible.

Dada.

Shirish Mitra,

Customs Officer at Rodda Arms.

He handles every second
Saturday's consignments.

At the right moment, he will
let the fifth bullock cart go.

Now, we won't just have our
homemade bombs,

but the full resources
to take on the British.

To steal one crate,
we require only two men.

One customs officer

and the bullock cart driver.

This is a two-day job,
and you have been preparing for two years?

Bagha Jatin wouldn't wait two years
for such a small job.

Dada!

What's the matter?

Bose Babu, didn't I say

we need to raise an army?

What sort of army do you think we can
raise with just one cart of weapons?

All five of them?!

Exactly.

Seventy Webley MK VI top-break revolvers.

Seventy Bodeo 1889 revolvers.

Twenty Gewehr 1888 r*fles.

Fifty Springled rifled muskets.

Fifty Mauser C96 semi-automatic pistols.

And 200,000 cartridges.

With this, we can certainly raise an army.

Shirish will handle one bullock cart.

But to pull out the remaining four...

The 150 soldiers who escort
these carts to Rodda's warehouse

will have to be distracted
with something else.

Bose Babu, do you understand now

why it took two years
for this Saturday to arrive?

Because for the first time in two years,

British Raj's most dreaded criminal,

the man with a 12,000 rupee
bounty on his head...

is standing right here
in front of you today.

And if he, on this second Saturday,

comes face to face
with those soldiers...

it will be total chaos.

Absolute chaos!

Greetings.

Look again. Are you sure it was him?

Yes, sir. He's here. I've seen him.

Get the location from him.

Sir.

A wire just came in from Calcutta.
Bose has been found.

Get all units ready.

Rash Behari Bose has been located.

Set up checkpoints every two kilometers.

Jai Bhawani!

Hurry up!

Go faster!

Wait!

Rash is in Calcutta!

The tenth Jat Regiment
has been ordered to move.

The tenth Jat Regiment has been ordered
to move to Howrah Junction immediately.

Catch him!

Tenth Jat Regiment, please proceed
towards the station.

The remaining units head
towards the warehouse.

By order of the Prevention Act of 1911,

this dock is being shut down
with immediate effect.

Everyone inside
must collect their belongings

and exit the premises
within two minutes.

Only dock employees

and registered coolies
are permitted to remain.

Keep your identity cards ready
for inspection.

We have searched
the entire house inside out, sir.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

People don't just bloody
well disappear!

Search every roof.
Search every house.

The railway station!

The railway station has been
completely sealed, sir.

He can't escape.

Marwin, how did you deploy a unit
to the railway station so quickly?

It's the second Saturday
of the month, sir.

I called in the tenth Jat Regiment
from the docks.

They were close by.

The one heading to the Rodda Arms
and Company warehouse.

I just spread them around
to lay a trap.

Hey!

The railway station is closed!
Leave!

Get up and leave immediately.

No trains are running tonight.

Greetings, sir.

-Move it!
-Marwin!

Sir.

This is the trap, Marwin.

All of it.

You were wondering

why Bagha Jatin returned,
weren't you?

He has returned to pull off

the biggest theft this country

and the British Raj has ever seen!

Sir.

Drop your weapons!

Nobody will be harmed.
Drop your weapons.

On the ground!

Come on, move!

Everybody is on the bullock cart.

Hurry, Prakash!

Prakash!

Prakash!
Open your eyes!

-This way, Dada!
-Get down, Sachin.

Continue sh**ting!

-How did the Brits find out?
-Sachin... sh**t!

Don't let them proceed.

Sachin, sh**t!

-Don't let anyone follow!
-Don't leave your positions!

Fire!

Don't let them escape!

Jai Bhawani!

Fire!

-There are too many. There are too many!
-Dada, careful!

Hey?

They shouldn't escape.

Don't give them a chance!

Fire!

Babai, look.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Come on. Open your eyes.

-Get up! Hey, open your eyes!
-Dada, we need to get out of here.

No, Dada. You leave!

-Dada, they are coming this way!
-I won't leave anyone here!

-We won't be able to save them!
-Leave!

-How can I just leave them here?
-Sachin, get the cart!

-You can leave if you want.
-We need to get out of here!

-I won't leave.
-Open your eyes.

All of us will die.

Dada, let's go!

Sachin, get the bullock cart out, now!

Dada, let's go, or we will all die!

Company, head the other way!

This is not the day
to die as martyrs!

How can I leave them here?

Come on.

Marwin. Take from the other side.

Go! Go! Go fast!

Good evening.
Military Intelligence Headquarters,

Lt. Col. Dyer's office,
Subedar Maan Singh speaking.

He e-escaped, didn't he?

Dada, let's go!

-How do I leave them?
-We will have to leave.

Dada, we will have to leave.

They won't survive.

No, Dada. You leave.

This is not the day
to die as martyrs!

They didn't die,

they became martyrs.

I will not let their sacrifice go
to waste, Dada.

I was right all along, Maan Singh.

These c-cowards are the most vicious

criminals of the B-British R-Raj.

They've made their move.

Now... it's our t-turn.

I don't recognize you.

I'm here to meet Rash Behari Bose.

There's no one here by that name.

Strange.

This is the address I was given.

Addresses can be wrong, you know.

Who knows where they all are h-hiding.

Lord knows which corner
a spark will r-rise from

and set the entire
B-British R-Raj on fire.

I've come bearing a message for him.

But the fire is coming, Maan Singh.

And t-there is...

no d-doubt about that.

Lala Har Dayal sent me here,

all the way from America,
San Francisco.

If Rash Behari Bose challenges
the British Empire,

he'll need an army.

Tell him to raise the battle cry.

We have an army ready for him.