(Tense music builds up)
You’ll fight us with the feeble donation from East Mercantile Bank?
-I will only speak to Yahya.
As of now, the President is in Lahore.
We’ll soon take you to the West to meet him.
Restraining an elected leader against his will,
is this the Pakistani way?
This is what you want the world to learn about Pakistan?
Don't worry about it.
Your will and our way isn’t for the world to care about.
This show of culture & education is nothing but a silk scarf.
It'll just take a few thousand rounds of fire to wipe out
all your young eager minds.
Nothing will survive.
Colleges, libraries, offices, temples,
laboratories, art galleries… and songs.
Motor factories, stores. Nothing.
No questions,
no slogans or dreams.
The death of your population will ensure the end of the Awami League.
You want to be their father?
People will piss on your statue!
If you silence Tagore, Iqbal will speak.
"What is this rule of silence in your court?
Here my tongue longs to speak.
My story does not beg for the patience of listening.
My silence is a conversation,
my wordlessness is my voice."
(emotional music)
-What?
What are you doing?
-Take me with you, sir.
-I know those areas well. Besides... -What?
I have something to tell you.
(gunshot)
(gunshots continue)
-Perhaps these are my last words.
Bangladesh is a free country from today.
My humble request to all the people of Bangladesh:
(inspiring music)
Wherever you are, however you are,
protect your country with the last drop of blood in your bodies.
This fight is for our survival!
We shall fight till we die!
Until we repel every last Pakistani soldier off of our holy land...
this fight will go on!
-Which hotel is Sheela di in?
-At the Intercontinental.
-Room number?
I’ll figure it out
-“It's beautiful, it's Pakistan”
All this will be over soon.
Please come again.
Simon, aren’t you coming along?
-No. You chaps carry on.
-Okay.
You take care, okay?
-Bye bye.
Please come again.
Bongobondhu has been arrested by Khan sena.
-What!
-He will be taken to Lahore. -What are you saying!
Our only hope now is if Taj sir or Nurul bhai go to Calcutta.
Bongobondhu had instructed them to do so.
They've a letter seeking help
from their Education Minister & the UN Security Council.
Now India is our only hope.
-And what about us?
-Not just you.
-Nurul bhai has instructed us
to burn all compromising Awami League paperwork.
Shut out your lights at home, shut all your windows.
The Khan sena shouldn’t find out that anybody's home.
We can't split up now.
And what will the students do?
-I haven't received any instruction on that, so I can't tell you yet.
But people have been killed.
But what can we do in this situation?
-It’s only a matter of time before they…
-No.
The Khan sena is not stupid.
They won’t take that risk.
A lot of foreigners are here. Mr. Robinson, the manager of Bata...
Journalists from abroad too.
They won't do anything in front of them.
But they will arrest anyone & everyone who is connected
to the Awami League.
(tense music)
Sir?
Anything wrong?
I think I’ll manage.
I've informed the High Commission
and they will make some arrangement.
What the...
Wait.
Hello?
Sir, Ramiz speaking
Yeah.
Sir, some international reporters are refusing.
You have to do something.
-There are some reporters from British Radio. -Hmm.
-I can't do anything here.
-Please, sir. -Okay.
Sir. We need to control the foreign press.
It’s time that the President steps in.
Okay.
I’ll handle it..
Let's hope these rats don’t try to escape the ship!
Sir...
Tajuddin, who is Mujib's deputy, will try to escape to India.
There’s no time to answer questions now
But, Taj bhai...
Inshallah!
If we’re lucky, we’ll meet at Jessore road.
Either take Kamalpur Bazaar Road.
Or the Station Road.
The Khan sena is patrolling everywhere.
If someone stops or questions you, answer in Urdu.
-Will you remember that? -Hmm.
Nurul’s tailor, Gazi Miya.
Go to his shop in Cumilla.
No dhoti-panjabi, change into a Pathan suit. And listen.
Do not shave your beards.
-Will you remember that? -Yes.
Hey! Who are you?
What do you want?
Well, we're just...
Yes, get going.
Michael?
Michael!
He’s going to die!
Where’s the hole?
This...
(thrilling music)
-Mrs. Bose?
A car has been sent to escort you to the Indian border safely.
-From Jazz City. -Jazz...
Go on, sister.
Let India and the world know about us.
The conspiracy & genocide you've witnessed here...
Please make sure the world knows about it.
(inspiring music)
Don’t get delayed, go on.
-Are you there?
We don’t have much time.
This is 403, right?
Yes...
Hold on!
-Where’s the car? -Down there.
We don't have time. Hurry.
The state of the city is not good.
I locked away my family at home to come here for your safety.
My sister will come with me too.
Sure. But make it quick.
-Hmm.
-Come.
-You are? -Khalid.
-They will leave with us through the rear exit.
-Alright.
(thrilling music)
It’s all quiet, Mr. President.
I assure you I have it under control.
Well, you do realize that at times, to control,
we all need to look into the dark side of our nature.
(thrilling music)
That’s where the energy is.
People are afraid of that
because it holds pieces of us we’re busy denying.
And in times like these
we use it well.
-Look, Yahya.
Do what you will.
But get this done fast.
All I’m asking is for you to do or say nothing.
Like you didn’t in Biafra.
But what I’m speaking now...
is about something bit more imminent.
Mujib is under our command but his appointed deputy, Tajuddin,
is making his way into Calcutta.
Now, we’ll try to get to him surely.
But, just in case, if he and others manage to set up stuff,
you know it’s an act of treason anyways...
-Yeah, I get that.
-But if things get out of our hand...
Things never get out of my hand, Mr. President.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got a dinner invite to attend.
-Of course, of course, thank you.
You go on.
What are you saying? Don’t act crazy.
I'm not acting crazy.
I’m needed here.
-Kaberi... -No...
I really don’t have any regrets.
This isn't the time for a marriage or setting up a home. It's war.
Both the sides will have to fight the war.
You fight it from that side.
I'll fight it from here.
We have to tell the world about this.
-Ma'am... -It’s alright... I have papers...
Take care of yourself
Go!
Excuse me, ma’am...
Ma'am, this is for you.
Civilization is a war
A war that nobody actually wins.
History should be aware, history should remember.
I’ll keep trying as long as I breathe.
Our prayers will protect you.
(emotional music)
-All puppets are good puppets
as long as they are in love with their strings.
-Pakistan isn't a country with an army, Henry.
It's an army with a country.
-Joy Sindh!
Joy Bangla!
Joy Sindh!
Joy Bangla!
Joy Sindh!
(dramatic music)
(Gunshots)
-Perfect fascist states operate best in conditions of perpetual warfare.
It's good for business.
Once we have East Pakistan,
it allows us to have our base in the Bay.
And who knows...
someday, with the Chakmas up north
we can carve out our own country.
-You traitor!
"Jay Hind"?
-Sir, he was saying ‘Jay Sindh’.
Bengal here, Sindh there.
Why couldn't he yell ‘Long live Pakistan’?
These Bengalis are like snakes.
Let’s go, we have to reach the hotel quickly.
But, sir, even I...
What?
I'm a Bengali too.
Yes, but you’re not an enemy.
You don't go around giving slogans.
There are many Bengali Muslims in Al Badr’s ‘jihaad’ (holy war)
who do not betray their nation.
These lowly souls don’t even offer breakfast here.
If I were at my village, we'd be eating naans.
along with 'Nihaari'.
Don’t spoil my mood.
The women here are useless too.
They just serve biscuits & tea in the morning.
They touch their husband's feet, they apply vermilion. What a shame!
In fact, it feels weird to even use these women.
But, sir, Bhutto sir's mother, Lakhi Bai,
wasn't she too a Hindu by birth?
Oh?
-You mean Mujib is more of a Muslim?
Anyway, why do we care?
We’re just fulfilling our obligations.
Let's go.
Sir, should I move him too?
No, leave it.
-Madam? -Hmm?
-I request you to cover your eyes for a while.
Don’t open them until I tell you to.
Why?
Just this stretch in front. Please listen to me.
(emotional music)
A good man’s death is never in vain sir,
-I know.
Those who risk their lives to enter dark caves holding torch lights...
They are the ones who shows us the way, sir.
I swear on them, justice will be served.
They laid down their brave chests before death
while I hid like a coward.
One day, all the fear broke loose.
My blood started boiling with the fire of anger!
That rage is my strength, sir.
So you...
-Anger is extremely useful, sir.
It’s necessary sometimes.
After losing everything in life,
I fight for that one person, sir.
How can I accept defeat?
I remember, somebody told me:
Facing your fear is better than running away from it.
(inspiring protest song plays)
And what if the fear never leaves you?
-Then we must look that fear in the eyes and keep advancing alone.
And if no one dares to speak
If people look the other way
for fear has made them weak
If people look the other way
for fear has made them weak
Then stand up erect and speak
Lay bare your soul and speak your mind
Say it alone
If no one heeds your call to action
Well then, make your own way Walk on alone
And if no one shines a light
If the storm beats down on you, and the doors are all shut tight
Then, let lightning bolts burst from your heart
as you blaze your own trail
If no one heeds your call to action
Well then, make your own way Walk on alone
If no one heeds your call to action
Well then, make your own way Walk on alone
If no one heeds your call to action
Well then, make your own way Walk on alone
-Do we have enough evidence?
Apart from radio broadcasts and reportage?
Journalists stationed there, fled. But... we have to keep at it.
Manas Ghosh, Tarun Ganguly, Handa,
Upen Tarafdar, Sukanta Majumder and others have gone in.
God bless them...
But you are right, visual evidence is urgently required.
Indian papers can report it all they want, but
Pakistan can dismiss it all as hearsay and propaganda.
We were told to come here.
And from here?
-Let's see.
-Should we go ahead and check?
-Hello! Over here!
-Jimmy! -Sheela!
Sheela!
Jimmy...
-Thank you,we should be going. -Let me escort you.
-No, it's okay. -She's our responsibility too.
-No need, thank you.
(suspenseful music)
He was an Indian spy!
(suspenseful music)
Catch the bugger alive.
-Are you sure? Shall I come?
-No, you don't need to.
Hey...
Hey, come...
(gunshot)
Michael, what the hell, man!
-Run… Don’t look back, sir.
(gunshot)
(piano music plays)
Backup! Quick!
(Haunting music)
(gunshot)
(gunshots continue)
Aim properly, you ass!
Kill him!
(gunshots continue)
Ba*tard!
Bas*ard! Who are you?
Traitor...
What do you want?
-No one is born a monster.
Every monster was taught to be one
by a system.
By the brutality of another brutalised person.
The moral arc of the universe bends toward justice,
but justice needs help.
Justice only happens
when good people take a stand against injustice.
(dramatic music plays)
In battles, victory of justice is never inevitable.
-Keep breathing
Keep...
-Michael...
-Michael
(emotional music plays)
Michael, almost... Just keep breathing.
Keep breathing
-Get Michael. -Bring him up.
Careful...
-Careful... -Slow down...
-Make him lie down. -Michael, you'll be fine!
It's okay, you'll be fine.
Yes, careful...
Please take care of him.
Careful...
Sir, what have you done!
This was the only way we could send help there.
I kept asking you for help, was it of any use?
(pensive music plays)
No use, right?
-Tell me? Then? -What!
-Start the car. We'll take him to the hospital.
You sent these guys, Jimmy?
The butchers of the Khan sena!?
Who asked you to take this task upon yourself?
-Huh? -But... I...
(intense melancholic music plays)
My sister, guys from the League, they have identified everybody.
Their soldiers are swarming the hotel!
The whole country is on fire, Jimmy!
-But I did it for you... -For me?
Yes.
If Michael wasn’t there…
You’ve shown the Pak army the way we could’ve sent help, and now?
Only because of you, everything is finished!
-Sheela, hey, listen...
Seriously, Sheela!
I had pulled strings, risking my life just to save you!
-Life? -Hey, I warned you!
-Are you serious? -Oh, I didn't warn you?
Did it occur to you, how many people are in serious danger because of you?
Well...
I am as good as dead to you, Jimmy, as you are to me.
-Sheela, listen... -If something happens to Kaberi...
-Sheela?
Shee...
(phone ringing)
Hello?
-A lot of people warned me, you know.
I didn’t listen to them.
But I have no qualms accepting now
that trusting you was my biggest mistake.
I didn't think I'll have to pay such a big price for it.
Sir, I made many efforts to inform you.
We had everything under control.
Rambahadur had set it up.
-Everything was going to plan... -Hold on, hold on!
Who is Rambahadur?
Well, Rambahadur Singh. Sheela got him a job at the hotel.
He’s the one who arranged all the cars, currency, people…
(tense music picks up)
-And you didn't think of telling me this before?
How can a mere hotel manager establish contact across border?
While the telegraph, all phone lines are inactive here!
And is this secret passage your father’s property?
Sir...
Mr. Roy, you taught me a big lesson.
-Sir, please listen to me...
I'll remember it all my life.
Sheela has handed over a few letters to me… Hello?
Our homeland is now ablaze, Father.
Run over by a plague of evil.
(blast in the distance) Clouding the sky,
thousands of blood-sucking bats are descending.
(gunshots in the distance)
Innumerable, countless...
They want to devour the sun.
They will spread darkness on our birth-land.
They will taint our history.
Our soil will be covered in the ashes of Bengalis.
(emotional music)
The heavenly green land will turn into a barren dessert.
(tense music)
Your sacrifices were not in vain, my child.
But only unfolding history will tell us how & in what form
they will bear fruit.
Heroes are heroes, even in defeat,
because they did not give up.
The forces of evil are powerful,
and yet, look closely
and they are the same weak human beings.
True evil lies in indifference.
But God puts His signature on us,
by planting a small seed of caring in our souls.
(intense emotional music)
Eventually, that which is godly inside human beings
will call to them, insisting that they care.
And they will.
Until then...
it is our job to keep doing what is right.
Nobody can permanently burn, bury,
or darken the luminous truth.
It’ll shine like a lighthouse in our hearts,
calling us till we listen.
Though tears can be hidden
and all hearts break, my child...
There are two ways we cry.
You can cry for your own suffering, looking for help,
for someone who loves you to come to you.
And then you cry when you are really sad.
The tears that break the walls of resistance
you’ve built for your detached self.
That’s when you know
your very soul is being cleansed.