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and turn this into an awesome band.

You must win this

competition at any cost.

Yes, sir.

And, in return,

you'll get anything you want.

But sir.

Anything, sir?

Look, your case is very high profile.

We cannot release you.

But, you'll get anything you want.

Except for freedom.

Think about it.

I've decided.

See you, Panditji.

Sir, 1821 didn't ask for

anything for himself.

-Smart.

-Emotional.

"O traveler"

"O traveler"

"O traveler"

"O traveler"

"O traveler"

"O traveler"

"Your destination has faded"

"Yet the paths are benevolent"

"O leader of the caravan"

"I am following in your footsteps"

"I hope there's a blessing in my fate"

"O leader of the caravan"

"Take me along"

"Where the night dissolves

Into the day again"

"O leader of the caravan"

"O leader of the caravan"

These are Kishan's poems.

The child comes home after

committing a murder.

Looks happy and talks to me.

And sleeps peacefully.

Is that possible?

It's murder, not copying from chits.

You feel really bad, right?

There was a writer, Orson Welles.

He once wrote, "No one gets justice.

"All you get is good luck

or bad luck."

"Stop O heart, stop here"

Here's all the evidence.

The truth is, Gayatri, the police

haven't found any evidence.

Except for this eyewitness account.

"A few miles together"

"And then we'll separate forever"

-Bindiya.

-Papa.

"If we flow along with the river"

"The shores never meet"

-Signor Chattopadhyay.

-He doesn't live here anymore.

He shifted to an old age

home in Baliganj.

"I am following in your footsteps"

"I hope there's a blessing in my fate"

There's a headline in the village.

Pali has been released.

"O leader of the caravan"

My brother's have taken

out the, 303 rifle.

Ready to take a bullet from them too.

I saw your video.

It was nice.

"Where the night dissolves

Into the day again"

I waited for you.

How much I could.

They got me married.

I can still run away with you.

I can even give up my life for you.

But what about him, Pali?

Go away, Veera.

Go away.

Go away!

"O leader of the caravan"

"O leader of the caravan"

"O leader of the caravan"

Dad.

Sorry, dad.

I am really sorry.

I am really sorry.

Tell Victor, that his

father's remembering him.

Father, Victor.

-Look here. Victor, Victor.

-Victor.

Victor hasn't arrived yet.

"O leader of the caravan"

It's 5, Victor hasn't arrived yet.

Will you please tell him?

The neighbors have given him

an appropriate name.

Be quiet.

Dikkat.

-He's your brother.

-Why did he have to come home?

Be quiet.

We have a reputation.

Enough.

-Dikkat. Son.

-Let him go, mother.

-Let him go, mother.

-Son, listen to me.

-Listen to me.

-Let him go.

What will you get from escaping, father?

If you run now, you'll be

running for the rest of your life.

I thought you made a band.

I thought you've changed.

See.

Your name has been printed on this.

Bindiya Pandit, daughter of

Shiv Purushottam Pandit.

I printed this with pride.

And, you're thinking about running away.

Even I want to taste freedom.

It's been 12 years.

If a frog jumps out of a well and into

the gutter, will you call that freedom?

"Stop O heart, stop here"

"Stop O heart, stop here"

"My life is like a storm on the raging sea"

"There was a house of mine,

Down this path"

It's whose, looming evil eyes.

Which shattered my life.

"The dreams of caravan"

"Which got seared

And disappeared"

"O traveler"

"Your destination has faded"

"I hope there's a blessing in my fate"

Everyone knows the truth

about that night

but no one's saying anything.

IAS officer had an enmity

with the local MLA, and

Quiet, Bunty.

Be quiet.

You won't say a word.

Look madam, you've permission

to question him.

but Bunty hasn't be ordered to

answer them. That's his civil right.

Maybe you don't know.

Music.

It's his own band.

That was his dream, isn't it?

I am sure you know.

"The heart beats

Aloud like a woofer

One pigeon,

Two pigeons, three pigeons

Think about it, Bunty.

Your silence might,

silence Kishan's forever.

Take him inside.

Greetings, Panditji.

End of parole?

Were you happy to see your family again?

-What is this?

-Sweets.

-But, that will be against the rules.

-Please allow one.

For my brother inside.

Just for him.

Kishan, 1821.

Panditji, I had fun.

What about you?

Explosive.

-Mishra.

-Fine. Go on.

Come out, everyone.

It was really fun.

I met my family.

My daughter.

Victor, what about you?

Good. Good.

I took my father to

Salt Lake Stadium.

Took him to see a football match.

We went fishing,

well that's it.

Great.

I even saw a film.

It was nice.

I see.

Pali.

Veera got married.

She left me.

We all lied.

There's nothing out there for us.

Madam.

Did you go to Moradabad?

I met your father, the IAS

officer's family, Bunty.

Everyone.

Why?

I wanted to know the truth.

What happened that night, Kishan?

Nothing.

What happened that night, Kishan?

What happened that night?

Why do you want to know,

what happened that night?

No one bothered to ask me in two years?

Neither the police nor the court.

I was only told. Kishan,

this is what happened that night.

"Kishan, you murdered a

IAS officer that night.

and this is your punishment!"

Life imprisonment and

maybe death sentence.

That's the truth, madam.

I am not innocent.

Because the court thinks I am guilty.

End of story.

I am guilty.

My crime was I dreamt big.

How can the son of Moradabad's

librarian, make a band?

I recorded my own CD.

And, I went to meet the

biggest singer with that CD.

Maybe dreams are taxable too, madam.

Don't be sad for me.

You won't get anything.

You see, I'll never get justice.

No one gets justice, Kishan.

You either get good luck or bad luck.

Don't worry, madam.

My good luck begins now.

1414 and 1759

report to the control room.

Room no. five in the Admin Block

has have been reserved

for Lucknow central.

And, the people from Agra, Varanasi,

Allahabad,

Naini, will stay in the other rooms.

And remember,

the entire Admin Block

will be under the supervision

of Central Police.

Don't try to act smart.

If you try to act smart,

anything at all.

You'll be shot.

Now go.

Doesn't matter which

room we're kept in.

We have the key.

We'll step out in police uniforms.

I'll turn the power off

from the fuse box.

It will take 15 seconds for the

generator to turn back on.

By that time we'll jump over

the wall, to the other side.

-Then, the main wall.

-It's surrounded by electric fences.

Here again I'll require the resistor.

The current will turn off, game over.

And, we all will go our own ways.

Oh no, look.

Shastri, Chaurasia.

Put new locks everywhere in jail.

Don't leave a single spot.

Admin Block, Barrack, everywhere.

New locks.

We're in deep trouble.

Days of hard work, gone to waste.

What now, Kishan?

Meal time. 20 minutes.

Let's go eat.

When he should be eating,

he survives only on water.

Now that we're in trouble, he's eating.

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