Here’s your tea.
It’s 12 annas.
-Yes. -No trace of anyone yet, sir.
Keep waiting.
Okay, sir.
(Mysterious music plays)
-Morning, sir. -Morning!
How are we doing today?
-I'm doing very well-- -He's fine!
Your tone has changed since... well...
you know when...
When actually... you should be happy.
-Incorrigible.
-Hey...
Make sure the boys are not shot down.
Go.
Where is the third one, f*cker?
Grab him.
Get in, bugger!
No time, hurry!
-Help!
(tense music plays)
I’ll get it.
Rambahadur?
Look into the Asiad team manager's request.
They want for a table for ten.
They're probably flying via Calcutta,
it looks nice if we host them.
And make sure to check for allergies when they order.
Hello...
Hello?
Damn it...
-Wrong number?
Aw.
Noor bhai!
Hey!
Hey...
The property in Delhi is in elder son Dhyanesh's name.
The Bhagalpur guest house & the land at Bardhaman is Anindya's.
Uh, and this bungalow, the jute factory,
and the control of the trust are in his widow’s name.
Apart from this, the automatic nominee for other documents & banks
is Mrs. Bose.
Madam!
Madam...
-Madam... -Let him through.
-Hello... Jazz City...
Yes... ma’am.
Sir...
Mrs Bose!
-Not "Mrs" anymore...
-Ha ha ha.
Yes... How are you?
I didn't know who else to call.
-What happened? -Someone has kidnapped the students.
Students? Who?
-Sir.
The judge is on a standby.
Anyone saw them?
Yes, taxi number?
-WB078. -Yes...
Taxi number WB078.
78...
Okay, I'll look into it.
-Their lives could be in danger.
-Trust me, I'll check. Okay?
-Hmm.
-That was quick!
Where’s Rambahadur?
-He was just here.
Hello, is Mr. Sinha there?
Oh. When he returns tell him to call up Jazz City. It's urgent.
Okay?
-Park street Police Station. -Jimmy Roy here.
-Oh! I was planning to drop by.
-Your-- -Listen to me!
Some Pakistani spies have kidnapped two students from here.
Probably will smuggle them past the border.
And you know what will happen next.
-Let the border police... -Please do something.
Believe me, whatever this is, it's no ordinary kidnapping.
-Okay. -Thank you, sir.
Let's go.
-Sir! -Hmm?
Jazz City's owner called, said it was urgent.
Thank you.
-We need to move them!
(tense music builds up)
(phone rings)
-Hey, stop.
Stop.
Any problem, sir?
Where are you headed?
Bunch of friends, out for a drive.
-Step outside.
Get out!
What are you...
-Move!
-The car is not starting, sir!
Shut up, you traitors!
Move!
Hurry!
Cover! Cover!
Sir...
Okay
President Yahya Khan announced at a press conference today
that general elections in West and East Pakistan
will be held on 7 December 1970.
He has said that election preparations in both regions are on schedule
and administrative arrangements are being completed rapidly.
This is being seen as an important step
towards Pakistan’s first general elections since independence.
Keep these here. Move the brush.
Hold it properly.
-Kaberi? -Yes?
The scent of change is in the air. But I don't trust time…
In 1932, in Germany,
a handful of people realized it.
That it would be the last election of their lives.
But the majority didn’t understand that.
They were convinced that election will happen in its own time.
Our first election shouldn’t be our last election, Manas.
Mujib choosing a tiny boat is funny.
At least he should've chosen a ship.
-Pakistan has left them with just that during cyclones.
So, it's a smart move.
-Interesting!
-It will be close!
What?
According to all leads coming in
It looks like an absolute landslide for Awami league and Sheikh Mujib.
The Awami league led by Sheikh Mujibur Rahman
has won 160 out of 162 seats in East Pakistan
securing a majority in the 313 member National assembly.
(muffled radio)
...landslide is so tremendous and the margin by which Mujib has left Bhutto behind.
It seems Pakistan may have its first Bengali Prime Minister.
-Yes, take care of table 5 and 6.
When alone
without your body
without your breath next to mine.
Your fingers still tremble
As you pickup the wine
The stains on the linen, the sizzler on the board
The hickey on your neck, is our little code.
The storm in teacups, the rhythm in the wind
The morse code in the roll, is your private hymn.
The stains on the linen...
-You were right about the numbers.
Yeah, so... how’s Bhutto taking the defeat?
It’s not a defeat. I beg to differ.
-Hmm. Then you should beg properly.
“This is ours, that’s yours”.
Good for Bengalis.
It's rare in life that a win-win happens this way.
Don't tell the world, don't whisper to a soul
The word's on the street - my heart's gone to poll.
The stains on the linen, the sizzler on the board
Miss Menzes...
Will you marry me?
What say, gentlemen?
Sorry for the heartbreak, boys.
Come here, you idiot!
Best day of my life!
I love you!
I'm so happy!
Congratulations, Jimmy.
Sir!
You've turned matchmaker now!
Well, well!
God bless you both
May I?
So... did you find that killer?
Not yet.
You don’t seem bothered.
Either you’ve given up
or maybe...
What!
Maybe you think justice has run its course?
Father, the Almighty is watching.
Did you just justify murder?
The wedding was good though.
-It was a lovely ceremony...
Beautiful bride!
-And the cake.
-Specially the cake!
This guest...
-Morning, sir. -Morning.
Yes, this one.
Joy Bangla, sir.
Hey! Joy Bangla!
It's okay...
Leaving?
Yes, all of us are. You should've come along.
-To your celebration?
-We need to get started, sir. To build the country!
-Well, now that's a big deal!
All this talk about selfless work, nation-building... it sounds nice.
But isn't this side a lot better for your futures, new jobs, etc.?
We've to think about the nations' future along with ours, sir.
Isn't it?
Sir, Sheela ma'am is coming too. Would be great if you too came.
Oh...
-Are you all ready...
-We must get going, sir. -Hmm.
Congratulations.
To you too.
Oh, yeah. Of course.
But... I’m happy to see you happy.
Boren used to say that too.
-Hmm...
Jimmy, we can't always express all our hopes & aspirations aloud.
This is not the time to live in the past.
-Hmm. -It's time to create the future.
To start afresh.
And... the dream into which I invested everything I have...
won't I see it with my own eyes?
Yes...
-Hmm. Bye.
-Take care. -Hmm.
That which was an illusory dream, a figment of my fertile imagination
Emerged before me in flesh and blood, perhaps
That which was an illusory dream, a figment of my fertile imagination
Emerged before me in flesh and blood, perhaps
Who flung around your neck, the garland of my thwarted love?
I was rowing the boat of my music in the stream of my tears.
I was a solitary traveler...
Jimmy boy, all okay?
Jimmy boy? You alright?
Yes.
But it's been ages since I asked if you are okay, Dad...
I had forgotten, you know...
I had completely forgotten...
about some of those unseen, intangible things. Like sorrow.
Like memories...
They can be seen.
Can be touched.
“Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts”.
What the use escaping?
Fill up the future with so much joy that past sorrows are wiped out.
Only when the old chapter ends does a new story begin.
And remember.
This isn't the time to mourn the past.
It's time to celebrate the present.
And to welcome the future.
Sir.
-Well, General, still feeling troubled?
-No, sir.
-It’s just an election, Hanif.
There’s no 'happily ever after' outside of stories.
The man who runs naked in the football field, disrupts.
But doesn’t change the rules of the game.
What is called a time of peace
is actually a time for cleaning up weapons.
Now, you get up and sharpen your knife.
-Darling, it’s your uncle on the phone.
Yes, sir.
God willing.
Comissioner sir! Congratulations!
Thank you...
Aren’t you attending the swearing in ceremony?
My deputy will go. I’ll go later.
-Oh.
-Democracy is finally here.
It had to.
I’ve been saying it all along.
-Oh really?
-Shamsur would have been very happy.
-He would've been a bit too happy.
You defeated us at the Bangkok Asiad.
That too in extra time...
Oh, come on!
You were celebrating the exact scoreline four years ago.
And what is it now?
Our three Asiad golds versus your... one?
Exactly what happened in the Olympics.
We at 4 versus you at 2.
If I have my way, gentlemen,
there would be a branch of pure sports diplomacy.
Let’s settle all disputes on the sports field!
The sports page records the people's accomplishments.
And front page,
nothing but our failures.
You should print my photo on the front page!
Absolutely.
Enjoy.
The city of Jazz, the city that moans
Under the heavy of nights, the trumpet groans
The city of Jazz, the city of lights
Sings in the dark and then takes flight
The city of Jazz, the city that moans
Under the heavy of nights, the trumpet groans
The city of Jazz, the city of lights
Brother?
-Some food for the children.
-You needn't have...
The slum leader is the Party head.
We survive thanks to him.
-Hmm.
-No New Year's Eve for us...
Leave it here, will feed them tomorrow.
-Hmm...
-Please come again, sir.
-What’s up...
Did you give the advance?
-What advance?
The faster she stops acting coy & gets into business,
the better it's for them.
Her family won't have to starve to death if she gets to work.
God's not coming to feed them.
Maybe God is not.
Doesn't mean devils like you are allowed to come in.
You s*ine, say that again!
Am I the devil?
Huh?
-For every monster there is a mirror image.
I used to think that if God descended upon earth
it would be to spread peace and goodwill.
But maybe they come to earth
to destroy the ungodly.
Sin is real.
Perhaps it emerged from primal animal instincts.
Perhaps it emerged when we stopped being hunters & gatherers.
Deny your nature,
and it will erupt in some other, uglier way.
We are homeless in our own country today.
Thousands of people have taken to the streets.
The former rulers have taken away the land of our farmer brothers
and handed it over to their wealthy friends.
We will reclaim all this.
They have left us empty.
We want a refund on refugee tax.
The money they extorted from us for the last 23 years.
All of you are my brothers.
You are not refugees.
Joy Bangla!
-Recorded all of it? -The audio dropped sometimes.
We should get a good recording from them. They have great equipment.
That's true...
Manas, when are you taking me to Bongobondhu?
You have seen the crowd.
I've told him, he has a packed schedule.
Bongobondhu has no time to breathe!
-Hmm... -The Engineering Association speech,
then he'll go to Shaheed Minar, and more.
But I'll find a window for you to meet him once he returns home.
-Let's go. -You should come too.
Come, let's eat.
Let's go.
(flag waves in the wind)
(airplane flies)
Everything went according to plan. What are you worried about now?
Hmm?
Sir...
-It's not looking good. -Hmm?
These passenger planes flying over our heads...
it's unsettling.
Newspapers are happy,
radio is happy,
the PM is happy,
but only Bhutto and you...
What can I do, it's in the job description.
I'm used to getting suspicious.
-Hmm. -I feel restless if I try to relax.
It’s like Schrödinger’s peace.
-Meaning?
-Sir. -Yes, Tapan, what is it?
Sir, there’s an update.
-In Hindi films, they say "It happens".
Love is not really like that.
Love is like that tree,
which needs nurturing,
daily watering...
only then it blooms flowers.
It requires understanding, communication,
and undeterred togetherness.
He has to understand what it means to spend an entire life together.
He needs to have... that confidence, that tenacity to...
to find an accommodation between love and life.
Love is a lot of hard work.
It's not all songs and poems.
What?
-Nothing. -What's funny?
You feel like laughing, do you?
Don't act smart.
-Sleep. -You're the one acting smart.
Go to sleep.
Sleep.
(Mysterious music plays)
(Phone rings)
-Hanif, what the bloody hell is going on?
How could you let something like this happen?
I understand, sir. But anyone could have done it.
The unrest...
People in the West are not taking the idea of a Bengali PM well...
Rubbish!
Bloody hell.
Yes, ma'am.
-Yahya has condemned it.
-Sure. -What do you think?
They will say it was a fringe element.
The entire region is sitting on a dynamite barrel.
And Yahya is just waiting for a matchstick.
-Hmm...
They are saying it will take ten days to form the government.
The Mahabharata was halfway through in ten days.
-So, what do we do?
Sit back and watch
while Nixon and Yahya send gunpowder and soldiers
in passenger planes across our very skies?
-You’re right,
something is cooking.
But for now, our policy is,
wait and watch.
But also, be prepared.
Washington likes to have such puppet dictators in other nations
who they can control.
-We are grateful to Allah
(flashbulbs popping)
for keeping Bongobondhu safe.
I want to inform the journalists that
Mujib shall soon become the Prime Minister of Pakistan.
I’ll step aside when Mujib takes over.
Ma'am...
Sir, all well?
-All well... -Lovely!
Now tell me?
I am bored of your conspiracy theories.
East Pakistan gets their PM,
development will happen.
-Is that so? -Come on...
Know what Abdul Hamid Khan said?
-Who’s he? -A separatist.
Founder leader of East Pakistan Peasant Association.
(jazz music plays)
In the 1940 he was inspiring people to come forward in support of
the Lahore Proposal.
Apparently he had said that Jinnah clearly said
'Independent Muslim states'.
Plural.
-Not just one country. -Hmm
-Six points, yes.
Two states? No.
-Bhutto says he is ready to give up the PM’s chair.
But insists on 'one' Pakistan.
And do you really think he’ll let Mujib rule "one Pakistan"?
-Forget this one-two-three... Who cares?
My vote goes to that sports diplomacy idea.
Settle everything in one test match.
I need to...
What was his name... Michael...
Trumpet player. We need to talk.
Anything specific?
No, nothing much
Just need to talk...
Sure, sure
-Michael... he wants to talk to you.
There
-You left without meeting that person?
-That man is dangerous.
-Is he a cop?
-Not a cop, but I don't know who he is.
(crickets chirping)
-Oh, sorry...
I was hungry...
I had an early lunch.
The noodles at the local shop here is great. But, I didn't get a table.
So, I entered through the back door.
Please don’t mind.
You've already had dinner, right?
Though, Gauri Debi surely is a far better cook...
Don’t drag her into this. Please.
Sorry...
My work is only with you.
What work?
Did you meet the account secretary of Lotus Mill?
Why?
The main guy from that slum...
Is it true that he was harassing their daughter?
-Do you know? -Why ask me?
He has been murdered.
So?
The nature of the murder follows a pattern.
-Some Pakistani spies have been killed in this city in the same way.
Had you gone there?
I had gone with food for their kids after the new year party.
-Nothing more. -That's true.
-Well, I know that you are a good person.
And I have no love for the Pakistani spies.
But... what we here want to know is...
who exactly are you?
-What do you mean? -Family, village, city you're from.
No one knows anything about you. All, a big mystery.
I grew up in an orphanage.
Oh no, both?
-Which orphanage? -Near Ranaghat.
I learnt everything there, handicrafts, trumpet, everything.
Hence no friends either.
Except for Jimmy Roy...
That Father is a good friend though, right?
Are you asking about my religion?
Not at all.
The question is not about your religion.
We're asking about your work.
When crime increases, people take up arms.
Laws and rules get twisted.
Evil needs to be eradicated, I agree.
A lot of people are freed.
One man dead and the other one free.
But the difficulty lies elsewhere.
It starts with self-defense, then moves to altruism.
And then... it becomes an addiction.
Very difficult.
An informal justice system, right?
Do you understand?
Gauri Devi?
Huh?
-Surely you understand?
(church bells ringing)
Anyway, Tapan, we should leave.
-Yes, sir.
Where should I keep this?
There.
-Bye. -Bye... Bye, Gauri Debi.
-Come.
(nostalgic music plays)
Wow... a gold medal!
Which class is he in?
He just started Class 5.
In that math Olympiad, everyone else is older than him.
I mean they're all senior to him. And look at me, not even a graduate.
Must've inherited that from his mother.
You must take him to the Russian circus now
Yes... I really like it.
I know about the things you like.
You like staring at the Russian trapeze artists
wondering when the girls will notice you.
Wife knows?
Hmm...
When are you setting out tomorrow?
Early in the morning.
Good.
We've to run away, again.
Just check with Jimmy once.
-Can't do that.
If he has all our information, his life will be at greater risk.
Where will we go?
-To the other side.
A new nation.
A new government.
Should be good, right?
Won't it be?
(military band music plays)