Peanuts for the four of us, uncle.
Where are you from?
I'm from Rangpur, they are from Khulna.
-Ah.
Study well, kids.
You are the future of our nation.
-First, land.
We'll help you destroy
their cantonments in the east.
Then, air.
We will close the airspace
But... if word gets out...
Ayub will not spare you…
If they think that imprisoning me will make me weak, they're mistaken.
I draw my strength from the love of the people of this nation.
-And after hearing your 6-point demand,
what if they kill you in the prison?
They have gone to the Indian government, our enemies.
And planned an attack on the holy land of Pakistan!
An attempt to secession! And that...
should be condemned with the highest punishment
for Mujib, and for everyone with him!
-Your theory is spectacular.
But, do we have proof?
-We will get proof!
-A year ago, Mujib along with some students,
had crossed the border through this route.
Did you see those three kids?
-I don't know.
I'll break your leg.
Then gouge your eyes out.
And then kill you.
Mujib crossed the border and went to conspire with our enemies.
And you bloody s*ine didn't see anything?
Believe me!
I really don't know. It happened a long time back.
There were three of them.
Two from Khulna and one from... Rangpur.
They told me to pack them some nuts.
The number of the car?
-I can’t read, sir.
But they were students.
Let's go.
They will try to flee at the border.
Search the university. If you can't find them, then...
But... I need them alive!
Listen!
You' have to cross the border before the Pak army comes!
Listen carefully, reach Calcutta and go into hiding.
I'll tell you the rest later. Take this money.
And here's the address. Get ready.
Make sure they pass through.
-Okay. -Wait, let me see.
Let's go.
Hey! Go!
Go! Go on...
Hurry! Bless you! Be safe!
Joy Bangla! Go!
-Bless you... -Joy Bangla!
-Decide.
Are you a Bengali or a Muslim?
-This is the first time in 23 years,
that people are getting the opportunity & right to write their own constitution.
Even if I fight alone
and even if the shadow of death hovers over my life
just like the Agartala conspiracy case
I promise to honour the holy blood of the martyrs!
The soldier who was killed helplessly
inside the Kurmitola cantonment,
The farmer who was killed at his paddy field,
all their discontented souls...
Mujib’s spirits are pretty high.
What if we prove that he is an Indian agent?
-Why repeat that same story from four years ago?
No one will believe us.
Not us. One of them.
If we can get hold of one of those runaways
Mujib’s game should be over.
Jimmy!
Sir?
Where is Jimmy?
Well, sir is not...
Where is he?
-He usually goes to the mill in the morning.
Is he planning to stop partying here & join the Party there?
The mill has closed down.
The club has shut down too.
What is going on?
(Song Playing) Those who awakened hope in the heart of a worn-out nation
Hey, give them too.
Those who gave voice to pale, faded faces
Those who awakened hope in the heart of a worn-out nation
Those who gave voice to pale, faded faces
Today, offer them garlands of blood-stained lotuses...
What do you make of it, uncle?
-Good...
The Englishman has done away with his etiquette,
dirtied his clothes and now speaks in Bengali.
I can't believe my own eyes!
You may glory in a team triumphant,
but you fall in love with a team grieving in defeat.
Alright, you eat!
Most people fight hard, yet they lose the battle of life.
But still...
the fight must continue, Doctor.
(Song distorts)
(song continues faintly)
What are you doing? Go away!
Will they return with the morning glory?
Mom!
Here you go
What happened, sir? Did they do something?
No, I just saw them dig into the ice in the fish containers.
They are foolish, sir.
The mill is shut. We can't afford fish anymore. So...
Why don’t you come to the camp?
You think I’m an East Bengali?
Do I not have self respect?
I maybe starving, but I will not stand in a queue with those refugees.
Hey! Haven't I told you not to act so desperate!
-I'll beat you up and-- -Let them be...
Don’t worry, sir.
Are you from the union?
No.
Have some lunch? Rice is almost ready.
-No, thanks.
Bye.
Just you wait!
-Here, take... -You've taken to charity, man?
Meanwhile, our club's reputation is getting ruined.
-Come here. -I am answerable to Dad.
-You know the meaning of renovation? -Don’t talk shit, Jimmy.
We got it done last year.
I'm not talking about the colour of the walls & curtains.
We need to renovate the soul of Park street.
Give people a reason,
a purpose to spend
by appealing to their sentiments in times of duress!
My friend...
How?
-Thank you, Mr. Ghosh. Thank you.
-Thank you, Partha sir.
Ah! Lovely! Lovely!
(Song Playing) See how the little boat sways and shakes.
The river water splashes and flows.
-Thank you.
Thank you.
Laughing out loud, he lifts the oar in his hand
Glancing back over his shoulder with a grin.
Let the boat drift free, let the sail loose
Let the boat glide on, rippling through mid-river
Listen...
The workers you sent over to Mr. Gupta's factory...
Check their background details.
It's done. Don’t worry, sir, they are all Hindus.
What do you mean?
They will be comfortable at Gupta ji’s,
Muslims would feel uncomfortable there.
-You know what I mean. -Oh, come on.
Look, I sometimes make comments which are not right.
You need not follow me all the time. Huh?
Go.
-He was the driver?
Yes
Hmm
Remember their faces?
Get the artist.
Yes, sir.
(ominous music plays)
Took a year to catch him!
Who will go first?
Decide.
The boat trembles with the rhythm of the waves.
The creaking of the boat measures the sun and the storm alike.
In the blooming flowers, the bees and bumblebees play.
Clouds drift above, their shadows over water and land.
(Song continues at a distance)
Look, cooperate with us.
We will release everyone & escort them home.
-Why have you brought me?
-I never understood the purpose of teaching art in colleges.
But now I see the point.
Come on.
Show us how good you are in art.
He will describe their faces, and you will draw them.
And I want exact resemblance.
I won’t do it.
Unless you experience pain,
fear does not creep in,
until fear creeps in,
you don’t bother about consequences.
-You broke the hand I draw with!
I'm left handed, you swine!
I'm a lefty!
-Next!
-Excuse me. -Sure.
B major, okay?
Maybe
When the lights dim-out & the voices hush
Maybe
Wind ?? & mirrors blush
Maybe
But, tonight had to end
The roads had to bend
And if the times didn’t have to send us apart then...
Maybe
And the song I’d sing for you
is the one all lovers sing.
It’s the one without a name
which says everything.
Maybe the words linger on
May the memories make you mine
Or maybe it’s not you
but just the red of the wine.
But the night, it has to end
The roads had to bend
And the dawn didn’t have to send us apart then.
Maybe
Maybe, only for you
I have become wild in love
I know you are unparalleled
With my hands full of hope, I am reaching out to you
If I have ever yearned to know you
know, that I have travelled from the begining till the end
Just for you
Just for you...
Maybe
(sound of vehicle arriving)
Did anybody see you take the bag?
No.
Why are you always eating? Huh?
Do you have tapeworm in your stomach?
The accountant from Delhi called me after seeing your food bill.
Mutton Korma, Kalija Bhuna!
Rubbish!
You only saw the left side. Check the right side too.
It's half the price here!
Anyway...
And this guy? Any update?
-Librarian.
Public Library. Sukea Street.
But his background is unclear.
We have one lead.
Someone had been issuing books without his name or addresses.
The last book that was issued to him, was never returned.
-Hmm. -Which book?
Mein Kampf. Hitler's autobiography.
-And this guy? A pice hotel employee?
Hmm. The police files say he has been reported missing.
They were seen together for the last time.
Got their address from the mess owner.
There, we found out that they lived together.
-Did they meet anyone for the last time?
Nothing out of ordinary, sir.
Minor interactions with customers who come to take books.
A foreigner priest had also come down on the same day.
-A priest?
I see...
-Excuse me?
-Yes?
-A friend of mine recommended this library,
So, I thought I’d check the place out.
Sure.
This is his.
Your name please?
You have my friend’s name. Right?
Should be there on the card.
Why do you need my name?
You see...
let me finish it also
if it’s not a bother.
I hope there is no late fine yet?
-I'll return this evening. -Okay.
Father, you're late.
It's closing time.
Give me the book, I'll update it on the register tomorrow.
Ah, I’m sorry, I got held up at a service.
-No problem.
Will you take the bus?
I have to visit a friend at College Square so..
Ah. I'm headed that way too.
Let's go together.
Let's go.
You should leave now. I'll clean up the scene.
(radio issuing a storm alert)
(radio continues faintly)
There is a storm warning on the radio.
-Hmm. I am taking the car.
Don't stress. The doctor has warned you.
-Is it an official meeting?
What?
Can't you go tomorrow?
Yes... I mean...
-Okay, alright, go.
Oh, there you are...
Listen, the soup is on the stove.
Even if he insists, please do not let him drink. Hmm?
Bye.
Be good.
Be safe.
Hmm?
-You know what is "Oh Oh Oh"?
-No! -That is Santa walking backwards!
Did you just...
How long are you going to wait?
Night show? Hmm!
Show. Don’t tell.
Funny.
In your case, darling, do both.
-Yes, sir. -Have fun!
It’s pouring outside, can we sit here for some time?
Yes of course, come.
Yes?
-Hello, Father. -Hello.
How can I help you?
-Come.
-Thank you. -Welcome.
Has everybody left?
Yes, I insisted, the forecast does not look good.
-Hmm. Cyclone warning.
I thought you won't...
What’s for dinner?
I cooked.
Oh, God!
-Please. -Thank you.
-I'll be right back.
So, Father,
you came to India for the first time after the Second World War, correct?
Yes. First, Chandernagore.
And, then onto Jesuit school.
So, it must've been a very long journey from Europe to here?
Yes. You see, Europe, through the Church
sends people of faith to improve lives.
It’s their minuscule way of saying sorry.
"Sorry"? What do you mean?
Do you know why the sun never sets on the British Empire?
The Irish say it’s 'cause
even the Gods don’t trust the b*stards at night.
Europe is literally the creation of the Third World.
The ports of Holland, the docks at Bordeaux and Liverpool
specialized in the slave trade.
Britain, Germany alike owe their clean streets
and hot & cold running water
to the millions of slaves, farmers and other victims.
So, when you hear the head of the European state or Church declare
with his hand on heart that he must come to the aid of the poor,
India should not tremble with gratitude.
On the contrary.
It's a just reparations which must be paid.
So, is that the reason why you came out of the Belgian resistance
and moved to this country?
Impressive.
Tell me...
Are you familiar with Guido Reni's painting
of St. Michael with his foot on Satan's neck?
No.
The beauty of that masterpiece is because of the devil.
The richness of its meaning is that
the world’s all the richer with the devils in it.
So long as the good keep our foot upon his neck.
Isn't that right, my son?
Well, Father,
have you been to the areas near Harkata Goli recently?
No.
Why do you ask?
Well, in one of our investigation sites
we found a Bible.
Which most likely is from your library.
Maybe you dropped it somewhere or somebody borrowed it from you?
Well, that would be one amongst several thousand copies picked up.
But, here I was,
talking about the evils of poverty and hunger
and you’re drawing conclusions into crime noir.
Funny.
You’re not a cop
and you dress like a babu.
Well, Father, it was a pleasure.
If you think I can be some kind of Father Brown type sleuth,
then, by all means, do tell!
I’ve always been a fan. I'd love to help.
Sure.
See you, Father.
Hopefully under better weather.
Hopefully.
-And?
-Hmm.
You cooked with such a lot of love,
the food didn't get the warmth of the heat properly.
It’s under, isn’t it?
You’ve rarely gone over in life. Right?
Sheela.
I created this entire world of pomp and splendor only to
forget you.
But clearly it didn’t work.
I mean...
the piano is the color of your hair and...
the saxophone had the smell of your voice and...
And the chandelier? The chandelier, which is a scrapbook of your smiles.
Jimmy...
I've decided to talk to Boren.
Really?
About what?
Marrying you.
To be my Prince Charming, is it?
Let’s be together.
Yeah?
You know...
In the story, they focus so much
on the Prince slipping on Cinderella’s shoes,
that they don’t even realize that
the real happily ever after was when she realized
that she was brave enough to go to the midnight ball.
Alone.
I don’t want to be your prince charming,
I don't want.
Let me be your chauffeur...
I cannot leave him, Jimmy.
-He needs me, he loves me. -Yeah.
You think he doesn’t know who you love?
Huh?
The stopping of the rain is a sign.
That’s my cue to leave.
Before...
I change my mind.
Thank you for dinner.
(emotional music plays)
Madam, come fast!
Sir is...
Come
Last night’s cyclone has jeopardised East Pakistan and West Bengal’s coastline
Survivors speak of tidal waves rising in the night
sweeping everything in moments.
The business of obscuring communication
is a mask behind which, spans the much greater business of splendour
While millions are starving and dying from floods
pushing hapless citizens into our countries
Nixon and Kissinger are selling B-57 bombers and tanks
per relief operations?
Looked at from their perspective, Prime Minister
Pakistan may feel there are historical precedents to worry about.
And with the East about to move into a democracy-
A dictatorship!
You don’t need me to tell you that the Bengalis
will get no democracy under General Yahya.
Otherwise, Western media should do its homework.
Rightly so, madam. But don’t you think...
A massive cyclone has struck the coastal districts
Winds exceeding 150 mph
Entire villages washed away
Thousands either dead or missing
We should get hold of more helicopters.
Why?
"Why" ?
What do you mean?
Nature is helping us & you have a problem with that?
More than half of the voters of Pakistan stay here,
who do you think they are going to vote for?
The press is writing that we are doing our best.
If Mujib creates a ruckus, we will say that
the Indians have not allowed us to use the airspace.
They opened the dams, what can we do?
-But... -Well...
Abbasuddin wrote a Bengali song.
“Allah, give us cloud & rain Give us rain & sacrifice”
So...
the cloud is here.
The rain is showering.
Now it’s time for sacrifice.
(mysterious music plays)
The Pakistani weather department has failed to control this disaster
and now their government is still
not doing anything to help the flood victims.
(mysterious music builds up)
More than a lac have died,
nor the radio neither the newspaper are writing
that a calamity of such extent could have been evaded.
Forecaster Gordon Dunn warned us a decade ago
that something like this might happen.
But the government
paid no attention.
Everyone needs to know about this inhuman negligence.
-I've brought you your food.
Come.
-Hello... Hello...
What is the death count?
What is the... Hey!
Please, can I have a bit of quiet...
Trust Jimmy to force out numbers.
What’s your take on this? Could have been avoided?
How?
The relief efforts are doing the best they can.
Chittagong airport is under a meter of water!
What can anyone possibly do?
Send in submarines?
Hello?
-Call Justice Ahmed. -Yes.
Sir... Justice Ahmad’s residence.
I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Honor but we need an urgent bench formed.
For tonight.
I’ll ask the solicitor to bring to you the Agartala files again.
We may have three witnesses. And we have to get them now.
No stunts, sir.
If we can make the witnesses talk about the Agartala conspiracy
you'll be able to cancel his candidature, isn’t it?
Just what I needed to hear.
I want a corp to be ready near the border.
Send some ammo.
We're going to hit jackpot.