Chittagong Page #3

Yeah!

Cheers to you on Christmas evening!

Today evening.

The governor general in Calcutta.

...asked me to give this to you.

I can't.

But I requested Johnson's transfer.

Ladies and

gentlemen! May I raise a toast.

...In honour of our new

DIG of police. Here to go..

...Is to Mr. Charles Johnson.

Yes!

Jhunku is calling you downstairs.

Excuse me!

Yes, Jhunku, what's it?

Johnson is DIG?

Chief of police?!

He has been rewarded..

...for killing Sukhendu?

Jhunku, I think you better go home.

Is this your British

justice you boasted about?

You liar!

You hypocrite!

This belongs to my father.

I've stolen it. - Why?

I want to be with

you. - You're always with me.

Not like that.

But with your goal.

Do you even know what we want?

You want to drive

away the British, right?

This much is enough for me.

Look, you're tired.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

No! Right now. Today itself.

If you didn't take me

along with you right away..

...I'll go on hunger strike right here.

Preparations were going on.

Everyone look at it carefully.

Close one eye and look

at the target with the other.

Fire!

Early morning, I'd leave the house.

I calmed down mother saying that.

...I've been selected in

a football team in my school.

Take the aim! - Just think"

Fire! - Football team and me?

No one is there.

You weren't seen

much in those days, Aparna.

Slowly.. slowly.. - Sit down everyone.

Sit down!

Sit down! sit down!

Slowly! Slowly!

Back straight!

Altogether. Breathe in!

Jhunku, back straight! Breathe out!

Breathe in!

Breathe out!

Hey, what are you doing here?

Yes, what are you doing at this time?

We were practicing for

the football match coming soon.

Little yoga,

meditation and concentration.

Will you do it? -

Quiet and make your guys quiet.

Everyone, show your card. - See!

All are white.

Are you satisfied?

Breathe in! Breathe out!

Breathe in! Bullet out!

Gun inside and bullet out.

And keep your back straight.

Let them go.

Listen carefully.

British are in strength at

only two places in Chittagong.

Police lines and

auxiliary forces armoury.

Disconnect these two

places and they'll shatter.

"Give me a place into fire torch."

"Give me a reason to

live. Life tells me this."

"I'll end my identity."

Two constables are standing at the gate.

Four on duty.

"Smoulders say."

"Keep moving."

"Shatter and turn to ashes."

You think all the British

come there for a cup of tea?

So, attack at the place

where all the officers sit..

...and have a cup of tea. - Right.

European club.

At once their commission will divide.

No, it's not so easy.

They'll get help

with just one phone call.

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