01x02 - Episode 2

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We do not have enough proof.

-B-But, sir...
-We don't have it.

We won't get a warrant.

A French-s-speaking Chemistry Professor,

whose hands were b-burnt exactly
like that Lahore b-b*mber.

And apparently, it's not enough evidence
for these old geezers.

So now?

Now, we do nothing.

We wait for B-Bose.

So we just wait for him?

You, desi [Native] people, love your folks
a little too much.

One of you dies,

and the r-rest of you

start hunting for r-revenge.

It is this hunter

that we need to catch r-red-handed.

Hang that B-Basanta B-Biswas.

And make it a...

b-bloody spectacle.

Did I get it right?

Is it "try" or "tried"?

It's neither.

It's, "You attempted
to assassinate the Viceroy."

Going somewhere?

Realized I mixed up my dates.

I had a meeting with the Director.

My officers...

are already questioning your Director.

You mean... interrogating him?

Interrogating him.

By the way, the laboratory
from which the theft took place...

is yours, isn't it?

Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

That the very chemicals stolen
from your lab...

What's it called...

-Picric acid.
-Picric acid!

Is the same c-chemical used
in the Delhi b-bombing?

Quite a coincidence, indeed.

But, Dyer Sahab, the thing is...

That lab isn't just mine.

Nearly 200 senior students
frequent that place.

Sir.

There's something you need to see
at the Registrar's office.

Anyway...

I had come to deliver this turmeric paste.

A habit of playing with danger
often leaves deep scars behind.

Had you been c-careful,

perhaps you wouldn't be
in this condition today.

The British often proclaim even
our smallest habits as dangerous.

As of today,
even eating paratha has joined that list.

I will be more careful now.

Have a look at this, sir.

The Registrar's records.

Bose was on leave...

Celebrating "Christmas" it seems,

that too, on the day
of the Viceroy's attack.

Out of the way!

Go down that way, Maan Singh.
We can still catch him.

Damn.

Maan Singh, he's on the ledge!

Jai Bhawani [Glory to Goddess Bhawani]!

Maan Singh!

Sir!

Baba,

we have got bad news from Dehradun.

Till we get a telegram from Mula,

we shouldn't assume anything.

What do you say?

If tomorrow

the Sanyal family wants
to carry out their revolutionary duty,

then today

we'll have to put on the act of being

an ordinary family,
just like any other day.

We should move ahead
with Sachin and Pratibha's marriage.

Here you go, sir.

The sketch is ready.

These are the books Bose gave
to Rebecca Madam.

What about your staff?

Anyone here that he was
particularly close to?

We all thought that they...

"B&B"...

Bose and Becky...

they were more than just friends.

There was nothing between...

Chandernagore.

He grew up in his maternal home
in Chandernagore.

It's near Calcutta.

And it's a French Colony, Milady.

That would mean...

That he was no stranger to the language.

Did he ever give you anything?

He gave me some books on Hindi.

You can have them.
I want nothing to do with him.

With--

With any of it.

Sir, it looks like Bose has already fled.

T-Tell them to search again.

Sir, it's been two days now.

We've already combed through
every nook and corner, but--

Don't forget your place, b-boy!

Maan Singh.

Delhi,

Calcutta,

Ludhiana,

Lahore,

Dacca,

Bombay,

and Madras.

Send this to every city
where these savages

have ever caused havoc.

Sir, I want to put up some posters.

Put them up over there.

Alert all the provinces.

Spread the word.

This country's,

and the British Empire's

most dangerous criminal is...

R-Rash

B-Behari

B-Bose.

If anyone should be pissed,

it should be me.

What's gotten into you?

Do you not want our horoscopes to match,
Krantikari Babu [Mr. Revolutionary]?

Listen...

Call off the wedding.

Why?!

Pandit ji!

Continue.

Shailja...

Why should I call it off?

Tell her if I refuse, then--

Talk to me.

I am right here!

What happens if you refuse?

If I call it off,
then who would marry you?

Is that so?

Pandit ji, please continue.

Shailja,

tell him, boys from not one

but two cities will line up for me,
one after the other.

City boys will line up,
one after the other.

That's great.

That's amazing.
Then call it off.

Who the hell are you to tell me
what I should do?

You just keep quiet.

Why are you quiet?

Why should we call it off anyway?

-You're so stubborn.
-I'm stubborn?!

Congratulations,
all 36 qualities match perfectly.

The wedding is fixed
for three weeks from now.

Excellent, excellent.

Excellent.

Congratulations!

Twelve thousand rupees!

Don't you think that's
a little excessive, Lt. Colonel?

-Sir, I--
-And besides,

we need to think bigger.

There's w*r on the horizon,

and Britain cannot afford
to be distracted

by every small miscreant stirring up
a little bit of trouble now, can it?

Our focus must shift.

We need to start recruiting.

Turning Indians into soldiers
of the Empire.

What's the point
of having colonies otherwise?

I would feel a lot b-better, sir,

if we had a b-body.

His Majesty's Government

considers the case solved
and now closed.

As do I.

A gift from the Vicereine.

Well, go on then, open it.

The Art of w*r by Sun Tzu.

The greatest strategist the world
has ever known.

Not that you need any pointers,
of course,

but I believe it's first edition.

Recently translated from the Chinese.

Well done, old chap!

Thoroughly deserved.

Why should I--

Please have some shame!
Go put something on.

Happy now?

What are you doing here?

Why should I call it off?

Lord save me,
this girl isn't here to marry me,

she's trying to get me k*lled.

Come on now,

I'd rather see your enemies die.

They'll be here any minute.

Come inside, quickly!

How can I just walk in like that?

What about my dignity and honour?

Your dignity and honour?

You left those behind
at the Lahiri terrace beyond those walls.

Get in right now!

Do you not like me?

I don't.

You don't?!

I don't like you either.

Why don't you like me?

-I don't have an answer to that.
-You'll have to...

You'll have to answer me.

What difference does it make, Pratibha?

What was meant to happen
has already happened.

Now that the date is fixed,
the wedding will happen anyway.

Can I say something?

Don't get me wrong.

Go on.

The one who stands by a relationship
is far greater than the one who forms it.

Neither of us had any role
in forming this relationship.

But if you're going to stand by it,

do it from the heart.

Otherwise,
you should be the one to reject me.

-Pratibha, how can I...
-I won't be able to do it.

I can live in humiliation,

but I can't live in compulsion,
Krantikari Babu.

Kranti [Revolution]?

Becoming a revolutionary might just
not happen for me in this lifetime.

You're very attached to revolution,
aren't you?

Hang on...

Do you understand English?

If you live under British rule,

you'd be foolish not
to learn their language.

"Unless you do everything for liberty,

you have done nothing.

There are no two ways of being free.

One must be entirely free,

or become a sl*ve once more."

Who wrote this?

Maximilien Robespierre.

One of France's renowned revolutionaries.

"Freedom cannot be granted as charity,

it can only be achieved through
struggle and sacrifice."

Lala Lajpat Rai.

"Freedom is my birthright,
and I shall have it."

Tilak.

Pratibha.

Pratibha.

My family...

I mean...

It's now our family.

Our family has watered the soil
of revolution, Pratibha.

Not just the British Raj,

even before that, in every battle,

we've silently stood like shadows,
protecting our people.

But...

I don't want to be a shadow, Pratibha.

My aim is to be like him.

Who is he?

I wanted to become him.

Rash Behari Bose.

One day,
he'll bring the British to their knees.

And I wished that when that day came,

I'd be standing shoulder
to shoulder with him.

Listen...

I would never want to be the one

to come between you
and your dreams.

The truth is,

leaving my own dream behind,

making peace with that compromise...

won't hurt me all that much,

there's only one reason why.

And that reason is you, Pratibha.

Come, let me take you back home.

Wake Maan Singh up, right now!

Hurry up.

Sir.

Every book has a publisher,
Maan Singh.

Look here...

The Vicereine gave me this book.

This is the publisher's address.

Do you understand?

HINDI ESSAY

Now look at this book.

R-Rash B-Behari...

gave this book to R-Rebecca.

This should also have
the publisher's address, right?

Jagruti Publishers,



BENARAS

It's a long shot, Maan Singh,

but...

What place is famous
for its zardozi work?

Benaras.

Keep yourself together
till everything settles down.

You still remember the house rules,

or do I need to walk you
through them again?

Six...

Six rings of the temple bell would mean
I hide in the library.

When I hear the scolding
about drinking turmeric milk,

it means I leave through the back door.

Well done.

I'll send some turmeric milk over.

This time sweetened with sugar,
and not doubt.

Greetings, Baba.

You must've received
my wanted notice by now.

I trust the British
to get this right, at least.

"The most dangerous criminal
of British India...

Rash Behari Bose."

How easy it has become
for them, hasn't it?

They slap the word "British"
on land watered by our ancestors' blood

and call it their own.

They turned a revolutionary
into a criminal.

But that ends now.

We can't go on living the lives
they carved out for us.

Mangal Pandey.

Tatya Tope.

Rani Lakshmibai.

My next move

will be dismissed the same
way theirs was.

But just like 1857,

this will become my weapon.

They will never grasp

that the spark they struck
is now a blazing torch in my hands.

In the darkness the British
have forced upon us,

this torch...

will light the way, Baba.

Maybe now people like me

want to carry that torch forward,

want to dedicate

their lives to this soil.

Maybe that is my purpose.

The purpose of this revolution.

Every sacrifice will be accounted for.

Every single drop of blood spilled
will be accounted for.

Every b*llet

that ripped through us.

All of it becomes an echo, Baba.

An echo that others will hear,

and walk away from everything

to choose this revolution.

More shall follow.

They'll give up their own for the cause,

so that one day

this motherland's flag can
fly without fear

under a free sky.

So if the next notice speaks

of the brutal end of this
"dangerous criminal",

then hold your head high,

because I chose the revolution,

and the revolution chose me.

It's such a beautiful sari, isn't it?

-But I don't like the color.
-Stand back!

-Yellow suits her better.
-Stay behind!

-What do you think? How about this one?
-Those who resist will be arrested!

-It's beautiful, isn't it?
-Yes, it is.

-Step back!
-We'll make her wear this one.

-Those who don't obey will be arrested.
-Get back.

As per the Act of 1898, all Bengali Tola
houses and shops will be searched.

You are supposed to cooperate
with the Military Intelligence.

Get back!

Clear the road!

Sachin!

Pratibha, what's wrong?
Why are you running like that?

Greetings, Kaka.
The British forces are here.

The British?

Sachin!

Pratibha, why do you always end up
exactly where you shouldn't be?!

-Sachin, they are here!
-Who?

The British, Sachin.
The British forces are here.

At least 30-40 of them!

Go to the temple.

The temple?

Pratibha, run to the
Kaal Bhairav Temple.

Ring the bell six times.
How many times?

-Six.
-Remember, Pratibha. Not two, not five...

Only six.

Okay?

Everyone will get the message.

The whole Tola
is with the Sanyal family.

-Go! Go. Now!
-Alright.

Dada,

they know he's hiding here.

The police are on their way.

Rash. Right now!

Dada... the police!

Come on, kids, get to it.

Come on, hurry up.

-Come on!
-This way!

You need to leave before
the police arrive.

Dada's arranging everything downstairs.

How do we know
this isn't just a routine check?

Stop. You can't pass through here.

Take the other route.

Did Brijmohan send a warning?

No, Dada.

We'll pass through quietly.
We won't disrupt the prayers.

This route is closed
during aarti [prayers].

Then how do we know
this isn't just a routine check?

Sir, he's saying we can't use this
way while the aarti is going on.

We'll have to take the long way around,
through the back lane.

Dada, Pratibha said it's a full platoon!

-Hold the police for five minutes.
-Sure.

-Be careful.
-Don't worry!

Let's go.

Sachin.

Take Bose Babu with you
to Brijmohan's shop.

Shonku, you have not finished
your turmeric milk!

Rash...

Jai Bhawani!

Jai Bhawani!

Sachin,

do exactly as I have said.

And I am telling you

that we have permission
from the District Magistrate

to search all premises in Bengali Tola.

Indeed.

Search for what?

We have reason to believe

that the mastermind behind
the attempted assassination

of the Viceroy is hiding here.

I read somewhere that the mastermind

was hanged a few weeks back.

I suppose that the police
got it wrong, then?

Oh, we all make mistakes, Colonel.

Never mind. This way, please.

-Have you seen him?
-No, sir.

Here, Officer.

As you can see,
we are an association for young men.

Continue with your practices.

Why would we be involved
in harboring any fugitive?

Anushilan Samiti.

Isn't that exactly why
the Anushilan Samiti was s-shut down?

Maan Singh, you know,

that w-was an akhada [training ground]
just like this one.

Do you know why we s-shut it down?

It was c-crawling with t*rrorists.

The entire Samiti.

And that's precisely
why we broke away from them

and formed a new organization.

The Young Men's Association.

Your men are free
to search the premises.

Maan Singh.

Have you guys seen this man around?

We believe in purifying
both body and mind here.

The Vedas are a good place
to begin, Colonel.

Shall we?

Religious t-texts.

I am aware.

Sanskrit and Hindi?

Not all.

"But blessed are those
who trust in the Lord

and have made the Lord
their hope and confidence.

They are like trees planted
along a riverbank,

whose roots reach deep into the water.

Such trees are not bothered by the heat

or worried by the long months of drought.

Their leaves stay green,

and they never stop producing fruit."

Jeremiah 17.

Verses seven and eight.

You seem to have an answer
for everything, Mr. Sanyal.

Almost too well r-rehearsed?

Sir!

A clean chit, Mr. Sanyal.

Only through suffering
does one find Krishna.

Excuse me?

You've heard the saying, haven't you?

I will keep g-giving you trouble.

Till we meet again, Mr. Sanyal!

Colonel.

Company, retreat!

Form up in front of Haveli No. 1840,

the Sanyal House, without delay.

Rash Babu, let's go.

Did you see anything, sir?

Nothing...

and yet e-everything,
Maan Singh.

This entire Tola...

Maybe this entire city.

This is a network, Maan Singh.

Like fine zardozi embroidery?

B-Bound together with golden threads.

Pull one thread from one end,

and the entire embroidery will unravel.

Curfew across the entire Tola,

with immediate effect.

No one goes anywhere.

And keep a close eye on this family.

You were quite calm while taking away
the clothes from the Haveli.

All bags and sacks will be searched.

You noticed me?

Basanta panicked
and left the clothes in the Haveli.

When I came back to get them, I saw you.

You are Abani's brother, right?

Yes, his cousin.

Sachindra Nath Sanyal, sir!

So it's your wedding
they're preparing for?

Yes, sir.

But it seems you'd rather marry
the revolution.

Dada, I know my fate lies with you.

But-- But, this...

But the foundation
of this revolution rests

on your Sanyal family, Sachin.

You know that

without them, we are nothing.

I know, Dada.

I've heard it a thousand times over.

Still,

I...

You want to do more than just that?

You want me to speak to Abani Dada.

And your upcoming wedding,

what about that?

Attention, attention, attention!

Under the Prevention Act of 1911,

a curfew is hereby imposed

from seven o'clock this evening
in Bengali Tola,

from Shivala Ghat
to Darbhanga Ghat.

If more than two people
are seen together,

they will be arrested on the spot.

No permission to move from one ghat
to another or to enter.

And remember,

the arrest will be
for a minimum of six months,

along with a fine of 100 rupees.

Attention, attention,

I repeat.

Under the Prevention Act of 1911,

a curfew is hereby imposed...

Did you hear that, Rash Babu?

Looks like we are stuck here
for a few more days.

Boudi has sent over
some clothes for you.

The whole Tola will pay the price
for helping the Sanyal family.

I have to leave.

I can't let so many people
go through this trouble for me.

I get it, Rash Babu,

but there's nothing we can do.

For a few days, all weddings,
bhajans, and kirtans

will be shut down.

Those were the only ways out.

There's one more way.

We're in Benaras.

People come here from all over
the country seeking salvation.

Not just weddings,

but even death is celebrated here.

Seems like your fate is waiting for you.

It's time to say your goodbyes.

Let's go, Kaka.

Do you understand now

why I wanted you to call it off?

Anyway,

for you, boys from not one
but two cities will line up,

one after the other...

I'm glad you are doing
what your heart desires.

What does your heart desire, Pratibha?

What difference does it make?

Now it'll be time for people to speak,

and for me to listen quietly.

That's how it is.
And that's how it will always be.

But since you're asking...

My heart will wait for you,
Krantikari Babu.

What you're witnessing
is a funeral in Benaras, sir.

It leaves with dignity and pride.

Here, death isn't mourned.

It's a celebration of
a life fully lived.

We need t-to check them, Maan Singh.

Sir!

Let them pass.
Who can stop death?