(airplane engine hums)
A commercial airliner
A Fokker F27 plane
has been hijacked earlier today
sending shock waves across the region.
Authorities confirm that the plane is currently
under the control of unidentified hijackers.
(merry laughter)
Security forces have cordoned off the area
and negotiations are reportedly under way.
Passengers and crew remain on board
and the situation is developing rapidly.
You also take.
It’s very good!
-Sir, have you...
(airplane blasts)
Authorities report that all passengers and crew
have been safely released and returned.
However, in a shocking turn
the aircraft was set ablaze after the evacuation.
In response, India has closed its airspace and condemned the act
calling it a serious violation of international laws.
-It’s not funny.
The airspace shuts down right when I need to attend an important wedding!
If you help hijack an Indian plane
and then just blow it up,
what do you expect India to do? Huh?
Go via Colombo...
No matter what you say
this is a very embarrassing incident for India.
Just two of them managed to hijack a plane from under their nose!
I don’t understand, sir.
-An out-of-service aircraft proved to be useful.
-And the passengers?
-Bhutto served them some tea & sent them back.
Qureshi was a Kashmiri separatist.
We learned his plans when we arrested him.
It was a gift
and Bhutto's support of Qureshi
Gave us the perfect reason to close airspace.
It took a plastic grenade and a fake gun to ruin Yahya's plan.
-General
The matter's gone too far.
Sending more ammo is going to be tough now.
The wait will be over soon. Mujib will lose his patience.
Bengalis will flare up. And we'll cool them down.
Every action has a reaction.
Good. All the best.
First of all, I will say ‘Joy Pakistan’.
After that I can say ten times
Joy Bangla, Joy Sindh,
Joy Panjab, Joy Baluchistan. Whatever.
When we accepted Sheikh Mujib as our elder brother,
then he should also listen to his younger brothers.
Joy Bangla!
Hello?
Did you get time?
Hmm, I did.
How was the International Language Day?
It was quite something.
Amidst a sea of people, I floated ahead.
Walked till Shahid Minar & to the Secretariat from there.
So many people, striking notes in harmony.
Sandhya di and Ruma di came as well.
Anyway...
How are you holding up?
I’m okay.
-I’m becoming an adjective. -Why?
People see the menu & decor of other restaurants & say
"It's so Jimmyish"!
I knew I’ll become someone special, didn't expect to be an adjective.
I am really happy if you are happy.
You know the truth behind "if".
When are you returning?
How do I say anything now?
Honestly speaking, I can’t even imagine going somewhere else.
It's... It's way beyond personal, Jimmy.
A new country is being born.
Our country.
-Hmm... You’ve been gone for three months.
But this is a restless time.
All of us here are trying to hold on to something or the other.
Something to hold on to...
"thing"?
Each other.
-Hmm... right.
-Hmm.
Okay... there are people waiting...
I'll have to go, okay?
Yes, be safe.
-You too.
Let's go.
The city of Jazz
The city that moans
Under the heavy of night, the trumpet groans
The city of Jazz
City of lights
Sings in the dawn, and then takes flight
The city of Jazz, the city that moans
Under the heavy of night, the trumpet groans
The city of Jazz, the city of lights
The city of Jazz
(trumpet plays)
The city of lights
The city of Jazz
That was amazing!
Thank you, my darling...
What’s wrong with him?
He seems off colour!
I think he was speaking to her.
In Dhaka?
Poor thing...
See, how lucky you are?
I've been here the whole time.
That’s true.
A meeting will be arranged on the 10th of March
among all political leaders.
And within the next two weeks,
parliamentary comittee assembly will be held.
As long as Pakistan military is under my command,
and as long as I'm the President,
I'll ensure the unity and integrity of Pakistan
remains unchallenged.
Don't be crazy. Why go there?
-Hey, what are you up to? -Don't be silly.
I don't think...
I have to call home... There's a lot of work to do.
-Want to have fun tonight. -Well then...
When did you come out of the heart of Bangladesh,
O, Mother, with such inexplicable splendor!
When did you come out of the heart of Bangladesh,
O, Mother, with such inexplicable splendor!
It’s impossible to take my eyes off you!
The doors of your golden temple have unlocked.
O, Mother
Careful...
(song continues at a distance)
Don't make any noise.
Let's go!
Don't make any noise, come!
Straight up!
When I turned my face away in neglect,
I had thought, O sorrowful mother,
That you lay alone in a broken house
As if your sorrow knew no end.
(song continues at a distance)
-Sir, these students...
Where now is that humble attire of yours?
Where now is that faded smile of yours?
Where now is that humble attire of yours?
Where now is that faded smile of yours?
Today your footsteps’ radiance spreads across the sky.
O Mother, your appearance astounds me
The doors of your golden temple have unlocked.
O, Mother
You flood the world with the flow of happiness on distressed nights
Your fearless call resounds within the heart
O enchantress of hearts.
It’s impossible to take my eyes off you!
The doors of your golden temple have unlocked.
O, Mother
(song continues at a distance)
When did you come out of the heart of Bangladesh,
O, Mother, with such inexplicable splendor!
It’s impossible to take my eyes off you!
(gunshots)
It’s impossible to take my eyes off you!
(gunshots)
(disturbing music)
-They’re betraying us.
If Yahya doesn’t allow us to elect our own democratic government
then he should build his own government there.
We will form our own government and write our own constitution.
I stand before you with a heavy heart today.
The streets of Dhaka, Chittagong, Khulna, Rajshahi, Rongpur
are painted red with my brothers’ blood.
Today, the people of Bangladesh want freedom.
They want to live.
They want their individual right.
What wrong did we do?
The people of Bengal
have voted for me, for the Awami League!
Our National Assembly will be formed.
We will make our own government.
But tragically,
our history of 23 years is a history of the cries of our people.
Bangla's history
is a history of our blood colouring our streets...
I don’t want to be Prime Minister,
I want the right to freedom for my fellow countrymen.
I want to declare clearly that
from today Bangladesh's court & offices,
law & order centers,
and educational centres will be on an indefinite strike!
-They've shot down commoners, students!
-What does that mean? -Pressuring us to compromise.
Now you understand why they delayed a simple 10-day process?
They used the flag hoisting incident as an excuse.
Does that allow them to shoot?
And they call us their own!
-We should get down on the streets. -Keep quiet and sit tight!
You cannot suppress seven crore people!
Since we have learnt to die,
no one can take us down!
Until my country gains its freedom
we will stop paying our taxes.
No one will pay them!
This is my request to you. You are our brothers.
Don't destroy this nation like this...
-Stop broadcasting immediately.
Immediately!
Remember.
I have given blood,
I’m ready to shed more.
Inshallah, I will ensure the freedom of this country!
This struggle is a struggle for our liberation.
This struggle is a struggle for our independence.
Joy Bangla!
(tense music)
-No, sir. -Sir, please... please try again!
-I'm trying... -Please try again, please!
I'm trying, sir but the lines are jammed, sir.
Hello?
Hello, sir?
I can't hear you...
(static noise)
Hello, speak louder.
Hello?
-Hello? -Hello?
Can't hear anything.
-Hello?
Hello...
Hello, sir?
Hello?
Can't call anyone...
Do you know where Mr. Sinha is?
He was right here, don't know where he went.
Ah.
Do you know when Mr. Sinha will be back?
-No, I can't say for sure. -Okay.
-I'll wait for him. -Sure.
Sir, how much longer?
The time is right.
But we will have to be precise about the right moment...
Will we check our horoscopes before taking action?
Madam has called for a committee.
We have to understand and discuss our actions.
Committee? The person who won a landslide election
has announced independence and we will sit here quietly?
-Forget the election.
Yahya has called all army ex-men along with the Pakistani army.
What do you think it’s for?
Talks?
-Didn’t I promise that I won’t let these black bast*rds rule over you?
What are your plans now, sir?
Mujib thinks that India's PM will be his advocate.
Hanif, you get ready.
Let these farmers sing as many slogans as they can.
Now is time to use those machine guns and Wessons.
As a soldier, you don’t stand at attention just to look nice.
You don’t stand at attention
because it makes you appear stronger to your underlings.
They shouldn’t just be afraid of our weapons.
They should be terrorized of us forever.
I’m sure that’ll happen sir.
These Bengalis don’t differentiate
between their mothers and mother tongue.
Treat their mothers the same way we treated their language.
And let's show it off.
You've managed to scare me as well, Hanif.
If these farmers knew Urdu, they would surrender today itself.
-How much?
Hey! Waiting for a long time?
What’s up with you?
No news, not even a call.
Any news on that end?
What news?
Curfew, riots, illegal arrests...
You weren’t here, I couldn't contact anyone, all phone lines are dead.
The situation is dire.
Why don't you ask your friends from Newsweek & Dime to write about it?
The international media is turning a blind eye.
Are they sitting on Nixon’s lap, being fed by him?
I don’t know anyone that well.
-You don't? -No...
You know how to get the job done?
I’ll try my best, but--
-You'll try...
Be honest.
You’re here to find out about Miss Sheela, right?
Our agents are risking their lives there, waiting in disguise,
people are losing sleep over it in Delhi.
You're just worried about your love life?
Love?
No one cares!
Including Miss Bose.
She's a part of the freedom struggle herself.
Did she ask for your help?
Do one thing,
go back to the club,
pour some expensive scotch & mourn away to some jazz!
-What the hell is going on? Want to wake up the neighbours?
Come on up Jimmy. Have some rice...
It’s alright ma’am… Some other time.
Thank you!
-I'll try to do something. -I’m obliged!
Must you get involved in everything?
-Did you bring the fish?
who shot 50 commoners outside the hospital?
-What will you say to the group of militants
There was a newborn baby among those 50 people.
What was his crime? To be born in this country?
That baby is lying dead now,
as the personification of their father's dream of independence!
All the Bengalis are helplessly standing at the door of death.
I once worked in this army...
I am ashamed of it!
And that day, 10 students were shot...
(gunshot)
-They’re coming! Get ready with your guns, everyone!
Take positions!
Joy Bangla!
Keep firing!
Take Azam Khan and run, I'll cover for you.
Brother, take that side.
Uncle, careful...
-Ceasefire!
Ceasefire!
Colonel Hosseini. I come here in peace.
Don’t believe the rumors. I've just come here to talk.
Let's talk and sort this out.
I just promised Bonya bibi, your wife; your daughter's asleep.
Please don’t disappoint them.
A promise to treat you all with utmost respect and dignity.
Believe me!
-You want to settle it? Then why carry guns?
The time for conversation has passed, Haneef.
I’ve just come to check the weapons.
Listen, let's finish this and leave this place.
Think calmly.
This isn’t ours.
Is it from India?
Hanif...
We’ve served together...
My wife...
Should've said that an hour ago.
I handled her with care since she's your wife but these...
these young men, who can stop them?
Honour is going to be a currency for your kind from now on.
The more you wave it like a flag,
prepare to stay aflutter in pieces.
(morse code message sounds)
Despite supervision at the border
weapons are coming in from India.
Rivers, jungles, search it all and figure out the routes.
Mujib’s so hasty.
Yahya had announced his name.
But His Highness wants everything.
Of course there’ll be riots.
I am really worried about Sheela.
Have you been able to contact Ali sir?
Even his hands are tied, Jimmy.
Right now, they’re not even allowing us.
Let it all cool down a bit.
I mean...
there should be some industrialist with a private plane or something?
-Nobody is safe with an Indian passport.
-I need to get her out, man!
Listen, I'm going out. Take care of things here.
Okay.
Don’t go by the theories of proportional response
and nonsense like that.
These aren’t our people.
Mercy should be put aside
Kill 30 lakhs, and the rest will eat out of your hands.
Do not spare the students under any circumstance.
They are Sociopaths-in-waiting
who want to challenge the order of the State.
Let your men know.
When at war, don't use your brains!
The animal inside you is much more useful.
The animal that knows
how to become savage in order to save yourself, or feed yourself.
If you have to interrogate, begin with torture.
When presented with the threat of pain,
most try to talk their way out of it.
Words can be used to defuse.
Strip them of that delusion.
There has been a curfew imposed in various parts of Dhaka, Khulna,and Chattagram.
When they see it happening before their eyes
the Bengalis will realise how there will be no reprieve,
how their world is shattered.
They will never, ever be the same again.
When this reaches their P.M, she too will understand.
What is the point of saving a homeland
that has already been defeated?
-What’s happening? -Genocide.
They are calling it Operation Searchlight.
What?
Any news of Bongobondhu?
-No...
Where are you going in this situation?
I can’t let our dreams and prayers
die alone on the streets.
We have to keep that dream alive anyway we can.
-Be safe
-I hope Mujib dies an untimely death.
These people wanted to make a statue of him eh?
Someday soon, I’ll ensure his head is severed from his body
in the middle of the street.
The whole city of Dhaka will plead
to surrender as soon as possible.
Jimmy, all good?
-Getting by. -Hmm.
Sir, all okay?
Sir, can I get you a coffee?
Bro...
There's no news of Sheela.
Phone, passport, border, everything is inactive.
Sir, why didn’t you tell me!
-You? -Of course, sir.
I have friends there, my uncle is there too.
Maybe not the border…
but I’m sure we can find a way.
Man, what's happening there actually?
Sir, nothing major.
I’ve heard that students often end up in a scuffle with the police.
-Hmm...
-Are you in touch with that guy? -Yes, sir...
-Morning...
Bro, please tell me...
Please try and tell me...
Thank you.
Thank you so much. Inform me, okay?
Sir.
The lines of London and Dhaka are still active.
A friend from London can try to send a car to hotel Intercontinental.
Shall it be booked in Sheela Bose's name?
Yes...
Sir, please don’t lose faith.
-Hmm.
-I can only imagine what you must be going through.
Sir, it'll just take a day.
But we'll surely bring her back here.
But we have to figure out how to get her to cross the border.
I know a way.
Crossing the river?
-Hmm...
I know a secret kinda road.
No border can stop bootlegging and smuggling.
If she can cross the river at Bagerhat & reach the jungle...
I’ll take care of the rest.
(door creaks open)
Thank you.
-Thank you, Gauri.
-Tomorrow, a car will escort a woman named Sheela Bose from Intercontinental
till the river at Bagerhat.
Be careful, she shouldn't catch a clue.
Sir!
She’ll try to cross the border.
Your mission is to figure out their secret path.
And after we find the path, sir?
Kill everyone.
What is your score?
15. Yours?
20.
People like you have access to the General's menu, Ramiz.
The rest of us don't get a nutritious diet.
How will they bat like Mushtaq & Zaheer?
You people do not understand this problem.
This isn't night-cricket, mate.
Listen.
You’re sowing the seed of a particular breed.
Pathani seed on Bengali land.
Got it?
What's wrong?
All good?
Toughen up, boy.
-Did you get started at least? -Don't expect that from him already.
-They ask for a count everyday. Don't ruin our score.
-Feeling better?
Hey, get up.
(sound of jeep arriving)
Sir.
Get up.
Hey, get up, sir is here.
(helpless crying and shrieking)
Careful, General. Don’t slip on the blood.
-What is that?
(helpless crying and shrieking)
-Somebody must have killed her in excitement.
-Ah, the sweet faun...
-A Hindu book, sir? -No. A Class 3 text book.
(shrieking continues)
-I see.
-It's the same syllabus in Lahore and Dhaka.
My daughter is in the 4th grade. She has the same...
the same book.
-Shall I get all of this cleaned up, sir?
No, let it be.
Killing only gets half the job done.
The fear of death is the real deal, Ramiz.
Let the dreadful smell of death linger.
-Sir, you're something!
-In 1937, a small country like Japan
created such panic in Nanking that it still terrorizes the Chinese.
We need to generate an effect ten times greater than that.
-Inshallah.
(tense music builds up)
-Make sure the medicines... -Don't worry, you be safe.
-I'll... Give me a moment.
-Hello? -Got any help?
No international ally will believe us if we print it ourselves.
We have to get the foreign papers involved.
Believe me, sir, I’m still trying.
But they want proof. How do I give them that?
No photos, no first-person accounts.
Imagine the kind of iron curtain they've drawn!
Anyway, you keep at it.
Will you be at the club?
No, I’ll be out today.
Nothing will happen unless I request them personally, sir.
Be very very careful.
Don’t let your emotions make a stupid mistake.
Yeah...
Sure, sir, sure.
Bye.
(kid crying)
Quick, we need to shut the kid up!
It's almost done.
Don’t get nervous.
The soldiers get annoyed at the sound of a crying baby.
Shouldn’t we try to ease the minds that are holding guns?
-Yes, sir. -They'll send the women back now.
The kids will be with their mothers.
Sir, and what about their fathers?
Make some tea along with the milk. The Major has to go.
(crying continues)
-Hey, hurry up!
Talk about this later
This is exactly what we are trying
-I told you the car will be here.
Later, now go.
Go on...
Yes, sir?
Did you have to kill anyone?
No sir. But they are all desperate to talk to their families.
-Are they Hindu?
-How does it matter, sir? They’re Bangalis.
-One was saying the Department of... -Anyway, there's something else.
I was just saying something that...
-What absolute rubbish is this?
I'm a British passport holder!
I have accreditation.
Why aren't we being allowed out?
You can't stop me.
Yes?
What’s going on?
Why is no one being allowed to leave the hotel?
-The streets aren't safe, sir.
-The army is on the streets and where is Bongobondhu?
It’s for your own safety.
Safety?
Yet last night some Bengali women have been picked up.
-And taken to safety.
You see, the rioting Awami members could set this hotel afire, Mr...
Dring. British Radio.
There's arson outside, we're here to protect you.
All accredited journalists need to be evacuated.
But you can’t.
Oh, it’s for your safety, sirs.
The airport is getting shut and...
soon enough there won’t be a way to get you to a connecting flight.
-So, yes the government of Pakistan has been--
Sir, please, no.
Please don’t leave us at the mercy of these...
Where is Bongobondhu? Tell me!
(suspenseful music picksup)
We are obeying orders, madam.
The Awami League is rioting on streets, burning public property.
That’s a lie.
How does the Awami League have cannons?
We heard cannon fire throughout the night.
-Please madam.
Those were just preemptive firings to scare off the workers.
No!
Anyway, just get back into your rooms.
The car is here to help escort any foreign national
to take their last flight out. So, just kindly show your papers.
And avail of the Pakistan government’s large-heartedness.
Well, I... I do plead to you...
And dear guests...
we are here for your safety...
Kindly just retire to your rooms.
It is not safe.
-With your passports.
Let's go.
Sir? That younger one is mine!
Let's go!
-Car number 1882.
He went alone.