The year is 1893.
Champaner.
A small village in the heart of India.
The people of Champaner depended on agriculture
like those in thousands of villages.
A British cantonment bordered the village.
Two miles south, beyond the cantonment, was the fort of the king of this province.
The British protected the king's domain from neighboring attacks.
They also promised the other kings protection from this king.
Thanks to this double-dealing,
the British collected tax from those kings
and the king of Champaner, too.
Lagaan.
A portion of the farmer's harvest, like wheat, pearl millet,
and rice, was handed over to the king as a tax.
Every king collected tax from villages under his rule.
The king would keep one share
and give the rest to the British.
In this way, the British control strengthened itself.
Like thousands of villages across the country,
the farmers of Champaner toiled on empty bellies
and paid taxes to the king every year.
Last year it rained, but very little.
And this year, there has been no rain so far.
Dry eyes scan the sky.
What do you keep looking at up there?
Just wondering when the sky will darken with clouds.
How I long for the rains!
A month of the monsoon season has gone by without a drop of rain.
Coming, coming.
By God's grace, at least we have drinking water,
else we'd be parched to the bone.
-Such are His ways. -Yes.
The fields are barren. How will the grains ripen?
Don't lose heart, Hari.
If the sky doesn't bless us, we'll dig into the earth.
We'll reach deep into the earth for water.
This is what I told Bhuvan.
Where is he?
He's been out somewhere since this morning.
It's time to eat. Send him home if you see him.
-Yes. -You pests. I'll wring your necks.
Oh, no. The Great Chicken War again.
Goli's darn kids.
See if I don't ram you down a gun barrel.
Morons. Who do you think you are?
Get lost, Bhura.
Hey, you wretch. Come here, I'll show you.
-Wait right there. -Come on.
-I'll put you in bed for days. -How dare you hit my kids?
I'll hang them upside down by a tree and burn chilis under them.
They're hassling my hens. And you?
You behave, else I'll burn your slingshot.
-Is that so? -Stop it now.
You two are worse than cats and dogs.
But his boys are after my hens.
Stop acting like they're being molested.
Your hens aren't getting married.
They're only kids. Goli, control your kids.
Tell me, have you seen Bhuvan?
-No. You seen him, Bhura? -No.
Why?
Left, right, left...
Scumbags!
Sons of jackals.
Strutting around in the heat.
One day, you will all return to your little island,
where you came from.
May the mighty hands of fate ruin you.
Guran, why bother reading their fortune?
They won't even care. Read my fortune.
Tell me. Will I get the prince of my dreams?
Why not?
If you truly love him, then he's the one you'll find.
You'll be his bride.
-Really? You heard that, Jigni? -Yes.
But...
But what?
I see an obstacle.
What obstacle? Tell me quickly.
Later.
Read my fortune.
What is it, Uncle?
-Was Guran telling your fortune? -No.
-Yes. -He's crazy.
No clue about the present and he babbles about the future!
No, Uncle Hari. He's not crazy.
You forgot about sister-in-law Durga?
She was childless for nine years. Then Guran said she'd have a son.
And wasn't Somu born? Take Kesariya, for example--
All right, all right. That lunatic is not crazy.
Now, tell me. Have you seen Bhuvan?
No, but I know where he'll be.
Amazing.
So, our little girl keeps tabs on him?
Lakha, what is it to you?
I see. This concerns me and I'm not to open my mouth?
Why don't you wear wedding bangles for me?
-Lakha, what nonsense is this? -I really mean it.
You've grown old and Gauri here doesn't care for me.
Here, look at this. Look.
-See how badly hurt I am. -Hurt?
It's my father you need, not me.
-Father. -What is it?
Lakha has a cut on his hand.
He seems to cut his hand more than the wood.
What can I do, Uncle Isar? I'm always wounding myself...
very badly.
Uncle, I'll go fetch Bhuvan.
Listen, if you see him, tell him his mother's waiting for him.
Yes, I'll tell him.
One.
Two.
Three.
From there.
One.
Drop the stone.
Now I understand...
why I missed five times.
You, a protector of animals, are you?
He's a farmer from Champaner.
Next time, you'll be the target.
King Puran Singh Chawla is waiting for you at the cantonment.
Why are you screaming your head off?
I was looking for you. I couldn't see you.
-Was I lying dead somewhere? -How should I know?
God. What am I saying?
Why are you so angry?
Never mind. What do you want?
-I've got something to tell you. -What?
Sit down first.
So, tell me.
Guran read my fortune today.
What's the misfortune?
How rude! I'm won't tell you.
All right, tell me.
Come on.
Guran said
I'll put henna on my hands this year.
I mean, get married.
Wow.
That's great news.
You'll be dancing with joy. Who's the boy?
How would I know?
Guran didn't tell me that.
But one thing is certain:
The house I marry into will have a margosa tree in the courtyard.
A big field next to the house,
two cows, a pair of ox
and three goats.
Guran said my home will be a little paradise.
How wonderful! You're really lucky.
Lucky? You call this lucky?
Paradise for a home. What more do you want?
Lord knows what'll happen.
Tell me one thing, Bhuvan.
-What kind of girl do you like? -Girl?
l will only like the girl whom my mother likes.
-The one your mother likes? -Yes.
-Oh, God. -What happened?
I came to tell you
that mother's waiting for you at home.
You remember this now?
You sit here. I'm going.
Bhuvan, I'm sorry.
King.
How did your hunt go?
The British are the best when it comes to hunting.
-Right? -Absolutely.
-But I'm worried. -About what?
When all the game is finished
whom will your guns target next?
We're fortunate that you came to visit us.
But I don't know the reason.
I've brought a request on behalf of my subjects.
A request?
Your Highness, I present to you my dear sister Elizabeth.
She arrived last night from London.
Elizabeth, His Highness Puran Singh Chawla of Champaner.
It's my good fortune to meet you.
King, she doesn't know Hindi.
King.
Well, King, I'm at your service.
For the last three years,
my people haven't worshipped at the Siddheshwar temple.
They believe...
that worshipping there will end the hardships they faced last year.
-But-- -But the temple is in the land
ruled by King Diler Singh, your cousin and your enemy.
And your dear friend.
I'm sure if you speak to Diler Singh, he won't refuse.
No, thank you. I'm a shakahari.
What do you think, Captain Russell? Is it possible?
Your work might be done.
There's one condition.
Condition?
Yes, tell me.
You eat this meat and I'll talk to Diler Singh.
A vegetarian.
Just one piece of meat.
What's my eating meat got to do with the temple?
It's not connected.
I just want to see you eating meat.
I cannot betray my religion for my duty.
All right then. You'll have to pay me double tax.
Double tax?
Look, King.
Last year, I agreed to cut the tax by half at your request.
And delayed, at that.
You have to compensate me this year.
Double the tax.
But it hasn't rained yet.
The British regime does not bathe in India's rains, King.
Rain or no rain, I must maintain this cantonment,
bear the expenses of my army.
They have to be paid, fed and clothed.
Even for your protection.
How will the farmers pay?
Come on, King. It's only double tax.
And moreover, you don't even eat meat.
Hail Lord Krishna.
Hey, Arjan, what's Bagha so thrilled about?
-I don't know. -It's surely something special.
Hey, Bagha. What are you beating that drum for?
Clouds.
Hey, clouds.
See there, the clouds are approaching.
Dark and dense
Come the swirling clouds
Dark and dense, the clouds amass
The thunder resonates throughout
How lethally does lightning flash!
The clouds make my heart race
Oh, black cloud Bless us with your water
Wield not lightning's flashy sword
But the arrows of raindrops
The clouds bring rain in their wake
Dark and dense Come the swirling clouds
My heart leaps and says
Don't falter in the dance of joy
A new dawn breaks Step out of the house
The clouds will rain down nectar
Gone are the days of hardship Sing the melodies of the monsoon
Dark and dense Come the swirling clouds
Dark and dense, the clouds amass
The thunder resonates throughout
How lethally does lightning flash!
The clouds make my heart race
When joyous rain pours
Who then will be thirsty?
The cuckoo will sing Perched on the parapet
The songbirds will sing
The new days that are to come
Light shall smile at darkness
Love's rain will drench hearts and bodies
On the earth, a mirror of water
Wherever you go
You will see
This splendid sight
The earth here wears A rainbow-hued veil
Dark and dense Come the swirling clouds
Dark and dense, the clouds amass
The thunder resonates throughout
How lethally does lightning flash!
The clouds make my heart race
Let's hang swings from trees And swing high
Oh, black cloud Bless us with your water
Wield not lightning's flashy sword
But the arrows of raindrops
Now comes the mesmerizing season
To spread a carpet of green
It has brought along The season of rain
Anklets of lightning adorn her feet
The cloud is her veil
The season comes To bedeck the bridal earth
Boughs wear bracelets of blossoms
Joy will now rain Upon every courtyard
Now every bud will bloom
Every path will ring with laughter
The breeze makes the season balmy
Doused is the scorching heat That burns body and soul
Oh, black cloud Bless us with your water
Wield not lightning's flashy sword
But the arrows of raindrops
The arrows of raindrops
Dark and dense Come the swirling clouds
Dark and dense, the clouds amass
The thunder resonates throughout
How lethally does lightning flash!
Dark and dense
Oh, God.
We celebrated too soon.
Who knows what God is punishing us for?
There'll be no rain this year too.
Harbinger of bad luck!
-Always saying ill-fated things. -Wretch.
Listen, villagers, to this proclamation.
Orders of King Puran Singh, your liege and master.
This year you shall pay twice the amount
of wheat, maize and rice.
The double tax will apply to the whole province.
-How can this be possible? -This is tyranny.
Double tax.
Demon! Why don't you just skin us alive?
The king knows our plight. Even then, double tax?
What have we done to be levied with this double tax?
We didn't pay on time last year. And we paid only half.
Father, it was the king who waived it because it didn't rain.
Oh, God.
Hugs one year and curses the next.
We're being punished for it now. Hats off to you.
Quiet, Lakha.
l won't hear one word against our king.
He and his ancestors have protected us.
So? Was that a favor?
It is the duty of a tree to shelter.
All I want to know is
how long will we fill their coffers?
Try and understand, Arjan.
The double tax requirement comes from those white people, not the king.
Chief, whether we put it into the right hand or the left,
it is still we who pay.
I say we all go to the palace and talk to him.
He's seen the empty skies, too.
We'll say we cannot pay tax this year.
Not a single grain.
What if the king refuses even after hearing us?
Then our sighs would grow to become a voice.
Meaning? You'll fight?
-If it's necessary, then I will. -Have you lost your mind?
If you offend the king, it's not just you, but we'll all be ruined.
Is your life all joy and comfort right now?
Whatever. I won't let the whole village come to harm.
What should we do?
Sell our homes? Our cattle? Ourselves?
What justice is it to demand double tax?
Chief, there he is.
Where are you going?
Please. It's very important that we meet the king.
We've already been to his palace.
But the game is going on.
Sit here. You must wait until the game is over.
-All of you, sit down. -Okay.
Sit, sit.
What are they playing?
God knows what these white guys are playing.
It's quite like our game, gilli-danda.
Why are they playing a kid's game then?
Any clouds up there?
Long live Your Highness.
What are you all doing here?
Forgive us.
We came to see you, not to see their stupid game.
We are desperate here and now he hits Bhura?
I didn't like what you just said.
Forgive them.
They've come to me with their problems. They've suffered a lot.
The boy is an innocent anyway.
He's not so innocent.
It was you in the jungle, right?
All right.
We'll decide this after the game.
-We'll talk after the game. -As you wish, Your Highness.
Long live Your Highness.
All right, Chief. What's the matter?
As you are aware, Your Highness,
there has been no rain.
If we can live on...
what we have this year, we may be able to get by.
Our liege lord, we've come to make a plea.
Waive off the tax for this year, Lord.
Listen, Chief.
I fully understand what you are all going through.
But nothing is in my hands.
These whites don't even spare their own kin.
You will have to pay double tax.
-We'll die of hunger. -We'll starve.
Any problem, Your Highness?
Captain Russell, they have come with a request.
And that is?
They want to be exempted from paying tax.
l told them it's not possible.
-Listen-- -But it is possible.
How?
I'll tell you.
All right.
I'll cancel the tax.
-Sir has agreed to it. -But there's a condition.
Condition?
What condition, sir?
You.
Come here.
What was that you said about our game?
Yes, "A stupid game."
What do you know about this game?
We've played it since we were kids.
We call it gilli-danda and...
who knows what you call it?
So, you're saying that you can play cricket, too?
Yes, it's easy.
All right. I'll cancel the tax.
But you must defeat us in this game.
This is the condition.
You beat us at this game and you won't have to pay tax.
But if you lose...
you'll have to pay triple tax.
That is, three times the tax.
All right? What do you think?
Do you accept?
All right. I'll raise the stakes.
If you defeat us in this game
I'll cancel not only
this year's tax, but next year's as well.
Agreed?
Bhuvan. Don't you say anything.
-Don't say a word. -Yes, be silent.
All right.
I'll raise the stakes even higher.
Not just one year.
I'll cancel tax for the next two years.
That means three years.
And not just for you, but for the whole province.
Now do you accept?
He's digging a pit to bury us in, Bhuvan.
Yes, Bhuvan.
-Chief, you speak up now. -Yes, Chief, speak up.
Sir--
You.
Tell me.
Will you pay double tax?
Or do you accept the bet?
I accept the bet.
-Hey, are you out of your mind? -What's wrong with him?
-You will ruin the whole village. -How dare he agree to it?
All right.
So, it's decided. The game will be played after three months.
-This will kill us, Your Highness. -We'll die.
No tax if we win.
But if we lose, we have to pay three times the amount.
And Bhuvan here agreed to this impossible condition.
-What have you done? -From double to triple.
We are ruined.
l told you we could face a calamity, didn't l?
Was there any choice?
I ask you, did we have a choice?
What else could we do?
Isn't double tax unjust?
Are we strong enough to pay it? Tell me, can anyone here pay it?
This isn't a calamity. It's an opportunity.
This is not bravado.
You have to get burnt to save your home from a fire.
I know.
I know we are weak.
But this way, we have hope.
And I want to turn this hope into reality.
This game is for our fields and harvest.
Have you forgotten? If we win, we'll be happy for three years.
Just think.
No tax for three years.
You know what that means?
It means our grain will be ours. Only ours.
Not a grain to be given.
The welfare of our children, our entire village, is in this.
Our sweat will run as blood in our veins.
Marvelous.
Such small eyes dreaming such big dreams!
Yes, Arjan, I dream.
And only those who dream can make them come true.
Uncle Isar, three months is time enough.
We can learn the game and defeat them at it too.
Stop it, Bhuvan. Three months? A whole year of hitting with a stick
won't teach you this game.
I know this isn't easy, Lakha.
But, Chief, it's not impossible either.
l need your support.
Nobody in this village will support you in this lunacy.
-But, Ismail-- -Enough, Bhuvan.
We've only one hope.
We'll all go to the king once again and beg him to save us.
What are you thinking, Mother?
About what happened today, son.
I swear to you, Mother. I did what was right.
I cannot bear it when we pay the tax to the king
and he gives it to those filthy whites.
You tell me, Mother.
Who ploughs the earth to sow the seeds? We do.
Who waters it? We do.
So why should we fill their coffers?
That white person said that we wouldn't have to pay tax for three years.
How could I remain silent, Mother?
You tell me.
Should I have stayed silent?
What are you looking at, Mother?
You talk just like your father.
He was just as spirited. Always honest.
Go and sleep now.
Don't let this burden you.
Gauri? What are you doing here?
I came to see you.
To tell you...
that I'm with you.
I trust you and your courage.
That's all I came to say.
Brother Bhuvan, I lost my gilli.
Make me another.
What's this?
I'll tell you.
Who knows what will happen?
It's not at all difficult, Tipu.
They play it wearing pants and call it cricket.
We wear loincloths and call it gilli-danda. Understand?
Our ancestors played gilli-danda.
Go over there.
Back. Further back.
A little more. Stop.
Now, catch the ball.
Catch it properly, Tipu.
Toss it to me. I'll show you.
See that?
It's very easy. Why, even you can learn it.
This game is just like gilli-danda.
Catch the ball.
Very good.
What a catch.
Well done, Tipu. Isn't it easy?
Now, throw the ball. I'll show you how to hit it.
Throw.
Wow. That's some throw.
You throw well, Tipu.
Gauri. Throw it here.
Hey, Gauri.
What are you doing? Go heat the water.
Here, Tipu.
Now, watch me this time. It's very easy.
Darn.
The stick slipped.
My hands are sweaty, that's why.
This should do the trick.
Okay, Tipu, throw.
And don't feel bad.
This time I'll whack it hard.
"I'll whack it hard."
Wow.
Hey, Bagha, throw the ball.
-May I say something, Father? -What?
I feel Bhuvan is doing the right thing.
All right. Go and see if the water's done.
That's it, Bagha. Hit it hard.
Well done, Bagha.
Bhuvan, like Bagha, even I'm with you.
Who are they, Father?
Ramprasad and Namdeo. Chiefs of Tanpur and Bhund.
But why are they with so many people?
-Who's Bhuvan? -Bhuvan?
There he is.
Stop, Ramprasad. Stop it.
-Respect the code of honor. -I've no quarrel with your village.
-We've come to teach Bhuvan a lesson. -Ramprasad.
Why should we suffer for what he's done?
You bigmouth. Who are you to decide for us?
-I've done what is good for us. -Is this what you call doing good?
You must beg for forgiveness from the white officer.
As for your game, to hell with that.
No? You are asking for trouble.
Be calm, Ramprasad. It'll be as you say.
-But, Chief-- -Enough, Bhuvan.
No more of your nonsense.
We must go to our king.
The issue is no more about the temple, game or double tax.
It's about the British honor...
and Captain Russell's ego.
Talk to the white officer once more, Your Highness.
Forgive him, Your Highness. He is naive.
He got carried away.
It doesn't matter what he is.
He has challenged the British on your behalf.
He is ready to apologize the British officer, and so are we.
Yes, sir.
I'll agree to 100 whiplashes.
-But I won't apologize. -What?
It's too late for forgiving.
You must pay for what you have done.
So, what shall we do then?
I suggest you learn their game.
Why are all these other guys standing in the field?
Like in gilli-danda, to catch the gilli. I mean, the ball.
Why does he point his finger at the sky?
Even I'm trying to understand that.
He's thinking of his mother. She's sitting up there, right?
Quiet.
This bug's after me.
Quiet.
Quiet. The white lady is coming over.
Darn, it got in.
Oh, no. It will kill me.
No, ma'am. We're only trying to learn the game.
What's she saying, Brother Bhuvan?
I think she's telling us to go.
All right, ma'am, we'll leave.
Yes, ma'am?
Ma'am says she'll help you understand...
Ma'am, just a minute.
What if Mr. Russell finds out?
I mean, he'll get angry.
Of course, ma'am.
All right, ma'am.
No one will know.
Ma'am says she wants to help you understand the game.
Really?
But why? After all, she's white, too?
Ma'am knows injustice has been done to you.
That's why she wants to give you an equal chance.
We're pleased to accept. Thank you.
Wonderful.
She'll see you tomorrow, same time. But not here.
Nor in the village. Do you know of any other place?
I got it.
-Behind the hill near the village. -Yes.
Ma'am wants to know your names.
He's Guran. That's Bagha. This is Tipu.
And I'm Bhuvan.
No, no. Bhuvan.
That one came out right.
Her name is Elizabeth.
Ali... And what? What?
My God. I'll twist my tongue saying that.
It's a nice name. Whatever it may be.
Ma'am, we're leaving. Bye.
Come on.
Bhuvan, he'll never agree.
Father.
He will.
-Hello, sister. -How are you?
What are you up to, you imp?
-Have you eaten, Goli? -Yes.
I didn't see you all day.
I was busy preparing for the game.
How's your game coming along?
It's just the beginning. We're learning.
Do you know everyone's making fun of you?
They say, "Bhuvan's got fine players."
Bagha and Guran. One only knows how to beat the drum.
The other keeps staring like someone deranged.
Oh, no.
-Not me, it's the villagers who say this. -Really?
We also have a white lady with us. She'll be teaching us the game.
A white lady?
-Stop lying. -Of course. Why don't you ask them?
Is this true, Gauri?
Yes. There's some white lady.
You're really going to play?
Do we have a choice?
I don't have as much land as you do, that I can sell a part of it.
What do you mean? Why should I sell my land? I'm not selling.
How else will we pay twice the tax?
Well, I'm leaving.
Hey, Bhuvan.
-Could I be of any use? -Who else would be useful, your buffalo?
-You're the most useful of all. -How's that?
You throw the ball the way you swing your slingshot.
What deadly aim you have!
Slingshot...
So, our tax will be waived off?
Yes, Goli.
We'll never go hungry.
Will our dreams come true?
No, Bhuvan. You're trying to hold on to sand.
Have faith, Goli.
He who has faith and courage in his heart, shall win in the end.
Beautifully said.
Every saint
And seer has said
He who has truth and courage
In his heart
In the end
He is who triumphs
Come on, come on
However long the path may be
Your will shall not grow weary
Come on
Hear the call of the path
Don't make the roads wait any longer
You come along
You are the king of this land
Know this for sure
Go and meet hardships head on
Don't ever accept defeat
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
You come along
Hear me, my friend
What's in your heart
Is in my heart, too
The dream you have
Is also my dream in life
Yes, we go on
With hopes lit in our eyes
May this light of our hope
Never go out
May never a storm
Have the strength to put it out
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Come
Listen, my friend
Even the wind will sing our hymns
And the ambience Will be drowned in joy
If we call out in one voice
Even the blossoming season
Shall arrive
Moments of bliss Without the shadows of grief will be here
Let's together create
A carnival of serene colors
Tell me, why do you stay
So detached
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Come
Every saint
And seer has said
He who has truth and courage
In his heart
In the end
He is who triumphs
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Listen, my friend
Why do you fear?
This earth is ours
So is the sky
Come
Why is the lady not here yet?
-Here I am. -He's waiting for the white lady, not you.
Not Gauri, but a lady.
Brother Bhuvan, there she is.
Tell me something.
Why did that witch agree to help you?
It's simple. She was smitten by brother Bhuvan.
Is that so?
Cheeky brat.
Hello.
-Hello. -Hello.
Who are they?
Amazing. You learned our language pretty quick.
Yes.
Ram Singh taught me. Who are they?
You already know Tipu, Bagha and Guran.
This is Goli. He's Uncle Isar. And this is Gauri.
We'll meet again.
Ma'am, that was wrong.
You should say, "I'm glad to meet you."
I'm glad to meet you.
We're glad to meet you, too.
What?
Ma'am wants to know what you know about the game.
Lots.
There are six sticks. Three on either side.
Two fellows stand with planks before the sticks.
One fellow runs near the sticks and throws a ball.
The other hits the ball with his plank.
And everyone starts running in all directions.
One of them grabs the ball and throws it back
to the one who threw the ball in the first place.
He throws the ball again at the guy who swings the plank again.
This goes on all day.
Throw the ball, swing the plank. Throw and swing. Right?
Ma'am...
Think of it as the field.
This the strip on which the game's played.
There are three main aspects of the game. Swinging the bat.
Throwing the ball and safeguarding the field.
Good God. Even our ancestors won't understand the language.
Yes?
What happened?
-Nothing. -Ma'am.
This is enough for today.
-Let's begin with the name of God. -Praise the Lord.
Catch, Bagha.
Everyone, try catching the ball. Don't let it drop.
Bhuvan, the white lady said there must be 11 in a team.
We're only five.
Why five? I'm here, too.
Whatever the white lady can do, so can I.
All right, Gauri. We're six, not five.
Uncle Isar, we can hope that others
will also have a change of heart like you.
-Or we'll drag them in somehow. -Goli.
Catch the ball.
-Who threw this ball? -Uncle Goli did.
Goli, you idiot.
You're dead today.
-I won't spare you. -There they go again.
I'll crack you open like an egg.
-Yes, come on. -Yes, have a go at me. Come on.
When will you two grow up? What's the matter? Get back.
Uncle Isar, don't interfere. I've had enough.
Stop it, you fools.
-I am not going to spare him today. -Hey, stop squabbling.
Our sixth player.
Hey, Bhura.
Wow.
Uncle Isar, this is how one should catch a ball.
Amazing. Keep it up.
-Oh, so that's how it's done? -Of course.
Bhura, show it to them once more.
Especially to Goli here. He just doesn't know how to catch.
Everybody, go there and watch carefully.
Come on, Goli.
Ready, Bhura?
Watch carefully.
You see that?
Brilliant, Bhura. That was something.
But where did you learn that?
I'll tell you.
A ball travels in a straight line. But chickens run in a zigzag.
You've got to be agile to catch hens.
Like Bhura.
Bhura will teach us now. Won't you?
I'll teach you, but...
But what?
What about my hens?
Bhura, these hens of yours are a real pain.
British Headquarters, Central Provinces.
The condition on which the tax would be waived off
surprised every senior British officer.
Colonel Boyer, Major Warren, and Major Cotton
summon Captain Russell to express their disappointment.
Major Warren was upset at the fact
that this challenge might lead to more such matches across the country
to waive off the taxes.
Russell assures them about the farmers' loss.
And Queen Victoria's treasury will be filled with three times the tax.
Major Cotton wants to know about other sports
that Captain Russell enjoys, in order to have more such challenges.
Horse-riding?
Withdrawing from this challenge
was against the pride of the British.
Captain Russell is warned that if he wins,
he'll be safe.
But if he loses,
he'll have to pay three times the tax for the entire province
from his own pocket.
And he'll be transferred to the Central African desert.
Hurt my horse, will you? I'll destroy you people!
I'll take so much lagaan that you won't have the rags on your backs.
You bloody slaves will remain crushed under our boots!
No matter how thick the sole may be, sir,
eventually, it wears thin. That's when the nails begin to hurt.
Yes, sir?
Yes.
Quick.
Arjan, what happened?
Bhuvan, I was ignorant. I've been blind and stupid.
I'm with you now.
Tell me, how can I help?
That's great. We're coming together like a fist.
Not like that.
Lakha, Goli was telling the truth.
-About what? -The white lady.
So?
We were wrong, Lakha.
But we can still make it right. We must support Bhuvan.
What?
What did you say? Have you gone crazy?
Try to understand.
Look.
An English lady is helping us save our bodies and souls.
And we sit sulking?
Shame on us.
It's Allah's command. We must stand by Bhuvan.
Let's go. Come with me.
Have you gone senile? If yes, then get yourself a crutch
and a shroud, too.
Moron. This Bhuvan of yours will never succeed.
He'll never take you into his team.
Now, catch this.
A wounded limb hurts the entire body.
I'm ashamed of all the things I said the other day.
I swear by God, I'm with you in this effort of yours.
It's the word of a man of prayer.
This is so nice, Bhuvan. Brother Ismail has raised our spirits.
Who can stop us now?
Very good.
-The rider of the holy chariots. -Hail Lord Krishna.
Hail Lord Krishna.
-Praise Lord Krishna. -Hail Lord Krishna.
-The rider of the holy chariots. -Hail Lord Krishna.
What are you looking at, ma'am?
These statues. Whose images are those?
This is the temple of Radha and Krishna. These are their idols.
Today is Krishna's birthday, so the idols are decorated.
It's very beautiful.
Yes.
Were they husband and wife?
Oh, no, ma'am.
Krishna was married to Rukmini and Radha to Anay.
But their deep love for each other exist as an epitome.
It's like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf.
They were never one, nor separated.
They've been worshipped together for eons.
-Priest? -Oh, yes, Gauri.
Let's go.
If Krishna were to meet A lovelorn nymph in the grove
Smile, tease and speak to her
How can Radha not be jealous?
Her body and heart flares up
How can Radha not be jealous?
Even if Krishna were to meet A lovelorn nymph in the grove
It's only Radha's love That blooms in his heart
Then why is Radha jealous?
With no rhyme or reason
Why is Radha jealous?
The nymphs are but stars And Radha is the moon
Why does her faith waver?
The nymphs are but stars And Radha is the moon
Why does her faith waver?
Krishna pries with whimsical glimpse
Then how can poor Radha be herself?
Frivolous are nymphs for him But Radha rules his heart
Dawn and dusk by the Yamuna's banks.
It's only Radha that Krishna calls out to
If someone garlands Krishna With her entwined arms
How can Radha not be jealous?
Her body and heart flares up
How can Radha not be jealous?
If Radha is enshrined in Krishna's heart
Why doesn't he tell her so?
Love has its own language Its own expression
Let the eyes speak Such is Krishna's sweet wish
These eyes of your Krishna
Destroy the peace Of many a nymph's heart
These eyes of your Krishna
Destroy the peace Of many a nymph's heart
Eyes met and then heart faltered
Of some fair damsel
If love for Krishna Ripens in a nymph's heart
Why is Radha jealous?
How can Radha not be jealous?
Why is Radha jealous?
How can Radha not be jealous?
Why is Radha jealous?
How can Radha not be jealous?
Why is Radha jealous?
How can Radha not be jealous?
Gauri, you sing and dance beautifully.
Sir.
Long live our protector.
-What is it you want to tell me? -Bhuvan is training his team. But...
But what?
Spare my life.
But a white ma'am from your cantonment
is teaching them the game.
White ma'am?
Yes, I saw her today.
She was also at our Gokulashtami prayer.
Is the white ma'am among them?
There she is.
-You're not making a mistake? -You can hang me if I'm mistaken.
I swear. She's the one.
-So, you're in the team, too? -No.
I'm not crazy like Bhuvan to challenge the might of the government.
Why are you telling me all this?
Only the slaughtered beast knows the agony of death.
I'm in agony, too.
Let's just say that my victory lies in Bhuvan's defeat.
Your name?
This is what you do.
You join Bhuvan's team.
-What are you saying? -You'll join Bhuvan's team...
but you'll work for us.
I understand.
After finding out about his younger sister's actions
Captain Russell gets very furious
and orders her not to leave the cantonment.
Hail Lord Krishna.
Why are you worried? My game is improving day-by-day.
Goli, you throw the ball with a lot of passion.
Why do you just stand there after hitting the ball, Arjan?
You should run.
Okay.
Brother Bhuvan.
When I saw you all playing together today...
I realized my mistake.
I regret it a lot.
Can I play with you?
No.
-You can't play. -Why?
Try and understand the game. It's not like chopping wood.
It needs special skills. Right?
Yes, absolutely.
Take Goli's example.
He throws the ball like he swings the slingshot.
-And Bhura here-- -What?
He pounces on the ball the way he grabs his runaway hens.
Arjan has iron-hands from all that horseshoe hammering.
Right.
When not a single coin can slip from Uncle Isar's hands, how can a ball?
And he's also handy as a physician.
Since we'd need one to deal with injuries during the game.
Right.
And who's not aware of Bagha's strength?
Tough as teak.
And Guran's passion spreads like an epidemic.
Saturn is strong and Mars mighty.
And Ismail, as far as I remember,
we've always been rivals in gilli-danda.
-And me? -Yes, Tipu.
Our Tipu is so bright.
Now, tell me, Lakha, what's your talent?
Iâ€¦
I can run very fast.
So, you can...
Okay, do one thing.
Let's see you sprint up the temple steps three times.
-Real quick. Can you do it? -Yes.
Okay, Lakha. Run.
Don't fall.
Yes.
I run faster than him.
Come on.
Bhuvan, don't take him. He's not an honest person.
No, Gauri. We need him.
Chopping all that wood has made his hands strong.
He'll hit the ball really hard.
Come on, run. Yes, run.
At least he's trying.
-I'll get you an ointment. -Hurry. Run.
-He's back. -He's back.
Nice sprint.
Did you see that, Bhuvan?
What do you say?
You run a bit slow, pal. You have to be faster.
I'll improve. I'll run every day.
But include me in the team.
I can't bear the thought of the village being dishonored.
-What do you say? -Give him a chance.
Okay, let's try him out.
Look, Lakha...
cheating at games has been a childhood habit of yours.
-You're not-- -What are you saying, Ismail?
I'm sorry. Truly sorry, I swear.
Okay, Lakha. You're on the team.
But remember. Our honor is at stake.
For the whites, it's a game.
But for us...
it's our life.
Yes, Bhuvan.
I'm with you.
From now on, you will play with this ball.
Oh, wow.
Madam, your support has really lifted our spirits.
Thank you.
Goli gets to try it out first.
Forget the ball now. You must all eat first.
Gauri, we're playing for the food that'll fill our bellies.
Wait a while.
Come on, all of you.
Bhura, get over there.
Goli, throw a nice one.
Oh, he's making me run.
Wow. Nice hit.
Give me the ball.
Who's Bhuvan?
I am.
And you are?
I'm Deva. Deva Singh Sodhi.
I've come from Dhaulpur.
I heard that you've vowed to fight the British.
Yes, but not with sticks and spears. With bat and ball.
Whether with sticks and spears or bat and ball,
I want to be in every battle against the British.
Let me lend a helping hand in this fight, Bhuvan.
I've played this game before.
When?
I was in the British army.
Until one day, I couldn't bear it anymore,
and I left after a final salute to those brutes.
I hate the British.
The madam is on our side, not against us.
What do you know about the game?
Two things, madam.
When I throw the ball, it is to shatter all three stumps.
And when I hit the ball, it is to smash it to pieces.
We saw your bowling. Now take the bat.
Goli, throw the ball.
Goli, put away the ball. No one will play. Eat first.
Okay, all of you, come and eat.
Come, Deva.
I'm late. I must go.
-Bhuvan, I'd like a word with you. -Yes, madam.
Bye.
Obstacle.
Looming obstacle.
Bhuvan, it's difficult for me to get out of the cantonment.
I can't meet you every day now.
Anyway...
you now have the support of your people.
And that's not because of me,
but because of you.
Because...
you're a good man.
And also a good friend.
You know...
I've had no friends since my childhood.
Until I met you.
I don't know if I should say it or not...
but...
Madam, I don't understand English.
-Where's Gauri? -She's gone.
Where?
What are you glaring at me for?
What have I done now?
Hey, Gauri.
I've been looking all over for you and you're here.
-Why did you go off in a huff? -It's my wish.
What do you mean? You could've at least told me.
How could I? If all you care about is that white lady.
You flutter around her like a pigeon.
-Hey. -You don't see anything else.
And today, it was as though I didn't exist!
Try to understand. She had something important to tell me.
So why couldn't she say it right there?
Why the need to be alone with you?
You think I don't know what this is all leading to?
Oh, poor me, I feel the pain
Of the scorpion's sting
You're jealous.
Jealous? Why should I be jealous? I don't even care.
You are and I know who you are jealous of.
I never want to see you again.
And don't you even try to talk to me.
Hey, Gauri.
There's only one house in the village with a margosa tree in the yard.
There's also a big field next to it.
And a pair of ox, two cows and three goats, too.
And I know whose house that is, silly girl. It's mine.
One more thing before you go.
Mother likes you, too.
Oh, my pretty one
Listen to what I have to say
It's only you that I love
What is my life without you?
The kohl that darkens your eyes
Is a cloud of dreams
My heart is crazy because of you
Oh, pretty one
Oh, my love
These words come from my heart
Oh, my love
These words come from my heart
It's only you that I love
It's only you that I call my beloved
Your steady hand stills my fluttering veil
And there's turmoil in my heart This is the moment I shall never forget
Oh, my beloved
What lay in my heart
What lay in my heart, hidden all along Has leapt to my lips today
An arrow resting somewhere in my heart
Has found its bow today
Listen, my beloved May our love last an eternity
Let's hold on to each other's hands
And shall we part
I shall walk beside you On your chosen path
True to your love
Oh, my love.
Oh, pretty one
Should someone ask
What should I tell them what has happened to me?
Fragrance permeates my every pore when you touch me
Your fragrant body Your flaming beauty
Your rose-like beauty dazzles me
How can this charm and aura not allure my desire?
Your beauty shines bright
In youth's searing light
Oh, pretty one
Oh, my love
These words
Come from my heart
It's only you that I love
It's only you that I call my beloved
Your steady hand stills my fluttering veil
And there's turmoil in my heart. This is the moment I shall never forget
Oh, my beloved
-Who should be in the team? -It should be Madhav.
What's going on?
Everyone wants to see you play.
We haven't got our 11th player.
I'll fix it right away. Take Bhima.
-Bhima! -No, Chief.
He has the name of the legendary warrior,
but his back is always aching.
-How about Kashi Nath? -Kashi Nath?
If he runs, he'll split. Kashi this side and Nath on the other.
What should we do?
We need a hefty man. Let's wait and see.
Deva, you bowl.
Uncle Isar, you bat.
All of you, spread out.
-Deva, bowl a little slow to Uncle Isar. -All right.
Wonderful.
Hey, Kachra. Pass me the ball.
Stop gaping and throw it, will you?
What did you do?
I didn't do anything. You asked me to throw it.
Come here.
Come on.
I didn't do anything. You asked me to throw it.
Come here, all of you.
Eliza, madam, watch Kachra closely.
Kachra, throw it again.
I didn't do anything wrong. Bhuvan asked me to throw the ball.
Throw the ball, Kachra.
Not with the left hand. With the right one.
See how it spins!
We have found our 11th player. Come on, Kachra.
Uncle Isar, you'll face him. Goli, give Kachra the ball.
Lakha, behind the wickets.
Arjan, throw the ball.
What's the matter?
Why is everyone staring?
No, no. We won't play!
Why? What happened?
You want us to play with this untouchable?
No way!
He can't play with us!
That's right. We won't mingle with an untouchable.
This cannot be. It's unthinkable.
-I'm not playing. -We too won't play, Bhuvan.
What are you doing? This is wrong.
You are polluting the whole system.
We'll fight the British. But mingle with a low-caste, never.
Kachra, scram. Get out of here.
Oh, my God! He touched him!
You brand people untouchable and pollute humanity.
You choke the air in our village with this caste division.
Is it right to discriminate in the name of color?
Then why worship Lord Ram,
who ate a tribe member's half-eaten berries?
The Lord himself was ferried by a low-caste boatman.
And yet you talk of untouchables?
And you, Uncle Isar? You're a physician. You treat pain.
You check an ailing patient's pulse and treat him.
Do your scriptures tell you to let untouchables die?
If that is so, then it is the gravest crime on humanity.
After today, no one will regard a physician as another form of God.
Forget all that, Bhuvan.
You wanted a strong player, right?
Kachra is a cripple.
Your hands aren't deformed. It's by God's grace you can say that.
But the man you call a cripple will be our greatest strength.
This lifeless hand will lead us to victory.
Let me remind you all of one thing.
We're not playing this game for fun and entertainment.
It's a battle we must win!
Our goal is freedom from tax and welfare for our village.
And for that I will remain unbowed as long as I live.
Whether you support me or not, Kachra will play.
Bhuvan, my son...
you've shown us the error of our ways.
I agree with brother Isar.
You're right, Bhuvan.
Kachra will play with us.
Abolish tax
Over and over say this, my friend
May victory be ours and defeat their lot
Over and over say this, my friend
May victory be ours and defeat theirs
Let no one win against us
Let's walk on Let's walk on
May all who challenge us perish
Let's walk on
Even if it is pitch black
Let's walk on let's walk on
Let no one lag behind
Let's walk on
Should one finger rise It shall break
When five fingers join
They form a fist
Let our unity grow Come on, walk on
However seductive the lure
Walk on
Let no one win against us
Let's walk on let's walk on
May all who challenge us perish
Walk on
Let no one stop you or obstruct you
Break all barriers
What do you get from being weak and powerless?
May we never suffer again
So great shall be our play The enemy will lose
We will now take the path of courage
We will shake up this earth
We will show everyone
Who is king and who is a slave
We will show this world
What we are worth
Over and over say this, my friend
May victory be ours and defeat theirs
Let no fear enter your hearts
Let's walk on
Every shackle will now break open
Let's walk on
Keep walking don't ever falter
You are the traveler of this path
May you never be weary
He that rules you is a tyrant
He that has destroyed us
His home is in the west
We will make sure he doesn't remain
We will shake up this earth We will show everyone
Who is king and who is a slave
We shall show this world
What we are worth
What has to happen will happen
Let's walk on
May no one bow his head
Let's walk on
Let no one win against us
Let's walk on Let's walk on
All who challenge us will perish
Walk on
-Over and over -Should one finger rise
-Say this, my friend -Shall break
-We should win. -Five fingers
-They should lose -Form a fist
And then the historic day dawned
when the first rays of the sun fell on the cricket field.
In the name of the one and only Lord.
May Lord Indra bless us.
May the Omniscient Poosha bless us.
May the Protector Garuda bless us.
May Lord Brihaspati protect us.
Hail, Almighty!
Long live Your Highness!
Smash these foreigners.
Beat them to a pulp.
Crush Captain Russell's arrogance.
Long live Your Highness!
Both teams will bat only once.
The game will be played over three days.
Which team gets to bat first
will be decided by the toss of a coin.
For this, both teams must enter the field.
To ensure fair play,
senior officials invited neutral umpires from Kanpur.
We will bat.
The team that scores the most runs
wins the game.
Opening the batting for the English team
are Lieutenant Smith and Lieutenant Burton.
-Stop. -Well done.
Come here, all of you!
Come here!
What are you doing?
All running at the same time!
You run after the ball only if it comes toward you. Got it?
-Now, go. -Okay.
Is that clear, you fool?
Well done, Bhura! Very good.
Come on, Lakha. Yes.
The ball crosses the boundary
and the English get four more runs.
What's he saying?
Deva crossed the line while bowling
so the batsman was declared not out.
Instead, he got an extra run.
Oh, no! He made me run.
Bhura, throw the ball.
I won't let him get a run.
That's over.
-Kachra. -That brings us to the end of Deva's over.
-Rotate all of you. -Eight runs were made.
Now a new bowler will bowl.
A little forward. The ball will spin. Catch it.
Okay.
One.
Wait, I'll hold you.
Kachra, spin it.
-Why isn't Kachra's ball spinning? -I don't know.
Catch it, Lakha!
Hey, you.
Kachra isn't spinning the ball at all today.
He has to be taken off.
-Deva, you rest a while too. -Okay.
-Bhuvan, you bowl. -Okay.
Come on.
Throw!
The first English batsman is out!
Coming in to bat now,
the English captain, Captain Russell!
For the loss of one wicket, they have scored 66 runs.
-Shatter the sticks, Goli. -Of course.
Right arm from this side.
Very good, Goli.
Excellent, Goli.
Good.
What is it?
-He can't bowl like this. -Why not?
What's wrong, sir?
Okay, he is permitted to bowl.
To kill a tiger or a leopard, that is nothing.
Kill these tyrants. Thrash these whites. Defeat them.
Throw the ball. Break the stick.
Well done!
Wonderful.
The next batsman is Lieutenant Brooks!
Well done, Goli.
For the loss of two wickets, they have made 132 runs.
Captain Russell is on 38 and Lieutenant Brooks on 32.
Catch it, Bagha!
What are you doing, Lakha?
I missed it, Uncle.
How could you miss it, son? Where's your concentration?
We have to win. We must win. Please concentrate.
Yes. Go on, Bhuvan. Very good!
Go, go. Go for it.
The end of the day's play, gentlemen.
The English team has scored 182 runs
for the loss of two wickets.
And with this, we come to the end of the first day's play.
Our game wasn't good today.
What happened to you, Lakha? You played so well during practice.
Practice is a different thing. We play among ourselves.
Why are you only blaming me?
You all went gaga over Kachra. Did you see his miracle today?
-I told you before-- -At least he tried. You didn't even try.
-What did he do with all that trying? -Enough. Shut up.
That night Elizabeth saw a shadowy figure.
She tried to investigate.
My being in the team helped.
She was stunned to see Lakha there.
She went to the village at once and informed Bhuvan about Lakha.
I...
Bhuvan. What I did was wrong.
Forgive me.
A traitor like you should be done away with.
-Hit him. -Lakha!
Stop!
Don't let him escape!
Stop!
Back off.
Move back.
Drag him out, Bhuvan!
-Shut up! -We'll kill him!
-He has betrayed us.
Calm down, all of you!
I'll talk to him.
-Lakha, open the door. -No, Bhuvan.
I won't open the door. They'll kill me.
-I won't open it. -Nobody will do anything.
How long can you stay inside? They won't budge.
Open the door and let me in.
I made a mistake, Bhuvan.
Forgive me.
Why did you do it, Lakha?
I lost my mind, Bhuvan.
Because...
Because... I was in love with Gauri.
I wanted her to be mine at any cost...
but she loves you.
And I hated you for that. I hated you for that!
I wanted you to lose,
to be disgraced before Gauri and the entire village!
And that's why you risked the lives of everyone in the village.
You put their future at stake!
Do you know what you've done, Lakha?
Save me, Bhuvan. Save me.
Just one chance.
Give me one chance to repent. Just one chance.
I'll do whatever you say.
But give me just one more chance to repent.
I can give you one chance.
But you must prove your loyalty.
If you cannot...
you won't even find refuge here.
Yes, yes.
The second day's play begins with the score at 182.
Hail the Great Guru's warriors. Hail the Great Guru's victory.
Guran, I got it!
Lakha! Well done.
The new batsman is Lieutenant Wesson.
Bhuvan, if they continue to bat like this...
You must do something.
Yes, madam.
We've tried all our bowlers.
I don't know what to do.
What did you do?
Come here. Come on!
What's this? He gets to bowl again?
-I don't understand. -Crazy chap.
Well done, Kachra.
Well done!
Got him.
Catch it, Bhura!
Very good.
From 295 for three, they are now 295 for six!
Hail Almighty. Break the enemy's neck.
So, you step out and hit, do you? Try coming out now!
Come.
Come on.
Go home. Go back home with your tail between your legs!
May the mighty hands of fate ruin you. Vultures.
Catch it, Bagha!
Catch it.
Catch it, Bagha.
Do not miss this time.
You caught it!
You got it, Bagha!
The score is 320 with only two batsmen left.
-Arjan. -Arjan, don't drop it!
What a catch!
One more down.
Come on.
Very well done.
You got him.
With the last batsman out, the English innings are over.
The Champaner team will have to beat
323 runs to win.
-Come on, brothers! -Abolish tax!
That was simply great!
Kachra's magic worked. The whites just crumbled.
I felt Bhuvan was making a big mistake by bringing you on.
-But he bowled well. -Very well.
The foolish whites only looked on
while the ball whizzed past their behinds and knocked the bails off.
-Wonderful. -All this joking is fine.
But think about how you will score these 323 runs.
It'll be done, Chief.
Listen, all of you.
Ismail, Lakha, Bagha, Deva and Arjan.
The six of us are responsible for making those 323 runs.
The others are weak at batting.
The six of us must bat cautiously and calmly.
Deva, you and I will open the batting.
We will hang in there till the end of play today.
Okay, brother.
The bowling side up.
-Come on, brothers! -Get rid of tax!
Abolish tax
Well done, Bhuvan.
Careful, Bhuvan.
What are you doing?
Get a grip of yourself.
Go on, Bhuvan.
Well done.
The people of the village get four more runs with this.
-Come on, brothers! -Let's abolish tax!
How could this happen?
Who's next? Arjan!
Teach those arrogant whites a lesson.
-Just stay put until dusk. -Careful.
Well done, Arjan, but be careful.
You won't have a morsel to eat.
Nor a piece of cloth to wear.
They are trying to provoke you, Arjan. Stay calm.
You won't have a morsel to eat nor a piece of cloth to wear.
Careful, Arjan!
Triple tax. We will take triple tax from you.
They are trying to provoke you. Stay calm.
You darn slaves will remain crushed under our boots.
Careful, Arjan. Stay calm.
Relax. Careful.
Bagha, please be careful.
Don't get carried away.
Go, my son.
Careful, Ismail.
Ismail. What happened?
Hurry!
-What's the matter? -Take him away. Don't worry.
Careful, Ismail.
-Careful, take him. -Very good.
-Is he badly hurt? -Yes.
-Move. -Keep him here.
Thank God.
We've lost five of our best batsmen.
What will we do now?
Oh, God.
Oh, Savior
Oh, pure of essence, our dearly beloved
Oh, Savior Pure of essence and our dearly beloved
We have no one but You
Ease our troubles, Lord
We have no one but You
You alone are our sole support
You alone are our guardian
We have no one but You
You have filled the moon with light
The sun shines only because of You
Your splendor lights
The sky with these stars
Oh, Lord
If not You
Who would preserve this life?
Oh, Savior. Oh, pure of essence.
We have no one but You
If You would hear us
Oh, Lord, we make this plea
Grant the suffering courage May hardship never defeat them
To the weak give Your protection
So they may live in peace
To devotion
Give strength
To devotion, give strength
You are the Lord of the universe
Listen to this plea
When the path is dark
Give us the boon of light
Oh, Savior
Oh, pure of essence
We have no one but You
Ease our troubles, Lord
We have no one but You
Oh, Savior Oh, pure of essence
We have no one but You
Ease our troubles, Lord
We have no one but You
Oh, Savior Oh, pure of essence
We have no one but You
Ease our troubles, Lord
We have no one but You
Bhuvan has reached 50 runs.
Come on, run.
And with this run, Uncle Isar completes his ten runs.
-Very good. -Well done.
Oh, God.
Come on, one run.
Second.
One more.
Come on.
-Run. -Run.
I lost, Bhuvan.
I couldn't run.
Couldn't run.
It was my fault.
I couldn't run.
-I couldn't run. -Tormentors of the weak, beware.
The sighs of the oppressed turn iron to ashes.
-Guran, eat them alive. -Keep the flag flying, Guran.
Hail the Lord!
-Hit the ball just once. -Okay.
Hail Almighty.
-Run. -Break the enemy's back.
Here he comes, Bhuvan. Hit him hard.
Great.
Come on, white man.
-Come. -Well done.
Rot in hell.
Good one.
One more, Guran.
I'll make you whine for your mother.
Come on.
So, what does your mother say now?
Hail Almighty. Come on, white man.
How was that?
Why are you shouting?
You...
Goli, dear, hang in there.
Only Bhura and Kachra are left.
-Father, hang in there. -Hit hard, Goli.
-Do us proud. -Go, dear, go.
Don't scare him, idiots. Hang in there.
-Steady, Goli. -Yes.
Out the first ball.
Bhura, wait. I'll go.
-In this condition? -Yes.
But how will you run, Ismail?
The umpires have decided
to let another player run for Ismail.
Come.
Run, only when I call, okay?
Stay behind the line, understand?
Good. Now, go stand there.
But inside the line.
Thank God you're back, Ismail.
Ismail, we have to make the rest of the runs.
There's no one left.
Don't worry, Bhuvan.
By Allah's grace, victory will be ours.
We must not lose heart, that's all.
Look at me, Tipu.
Run, Tipu.
Stop. Stay behind the line.
Run, Tipu, run.
Stop.
Well done. Go there.
-Go. -Come on, Tipu, run.
Run.
Too good.
-Was it two or three? -Three.
The last hour of play is left.
Twenty overs will be bowled during this time.
Let's abolish this taxation
Ismail hits a six.
With this six, Bhuvan completes a century.
And that's Ismail's grand half century.
How many more runs to win?
We have to make 30 runs in 18 balls.
-Thirty runs in 18? -Yes.
Okay.
Don't worry, Tipu. Don't worry.
You played very well. Well done.
Well done. Ismail, take him.
Father, why is Tipu coming back?
They now have to make 28 runs in 16 balls.
Stay put at one end, Bhura.
Don't lose your wicket.
-I'll make the runs. Good. -Okay.
Run. Keep running.
Run, run.
Stop. Go back.
Very good.
That was great.
Hit harder.
Bhura, this is the last ball of the over. We must take a run.
Only one run, not two.
Okay.
Gentlemen, step up, step up. Stop the single.
I want this man on strike. Step up.
Good shot. That's an over.
He's given us four runs.
You have to bat now.
Steady. Don't let your wicket fall.
Well done. Come on, leave.
Because of Captain Russell's sly methods
Bhuvan couldn't take a single.
Bhura must bat now.
-What will one run do? -Champaner now needs
12 runs from 12 balls.
Run.
Save us, Bhuvan. It's all in your hands now.
It's all right.
-You played well. -Well done.
Go, Kachra. You have to support Bhuvan now.
-Just stay put. -Don't be afraid.
-Yes, leave. -Remember God.
This is the last batsman.
They need to make 12 runs from 11 balls.
Careful, Kachra.
Are you hurt, Kachra?
Kachra, use all your strength.
Come on, Kachra. Don't be afraid.
Just touch and run. Come on.
Just touch it once.
Run, Kachra!
Well done, Kachra. Stay there.
Kachra, this is the last ball. We must take one run.
-Be ready. -Okay.
-Run. -Run, Kachra.
Come on, Kachra.
Well done.
What a...
Well done. Well done, Kachra.
Six more balls to go and ten runs to win.
Praise the Lord.
Brother Bhuvan, are you all right?
Keep it up.
Careful, Bhuvan.
-Run. -Kachra, we need two.
Come.
Stop. Go back.
Go.
Kachra, we have to take a single. Touch and run.
Kachra, touch and run.
Kachra, we must take a run on this ball.
Only two more balls are left in the game.
Understood? We have to take a run.
Come on. You're doing good.
Run, Kachra.
Kachra, we need one run. Just touch and run.
Just one more ball to go.
Kachra, this is the last ball of the game.
And we need five runs to win.
You'll have to hit the ball over the boundary.
Otherwise, triple tax.
Our lives are in your hands, Kachra.
Do something, Kachra.
Do something.
Go.
Hit it, Kachra.
-Hit it. -Hit it, Kachra.
-Lift it, Kachra.
Hit it, dear.
Kachra, swing it.
Oh, God.
Because of their no ball, we have one more ball to face.
If you lose, you'll have to pay triple tax.
Do you accept?
And Bhuvan here agreed to this impossible condition.
What have you done, Bhuvan?
l told you we could face a calamity, didn't l?
You talk just like your father.
He was just as spirited. Always honest.
I trust you and your courage.
We have won!
The British government couldn't bear this humiliation.
They decided to shut down the Champaner cantonment.
I did not believe I'd live to see this day.
May you be happy, dear.
May you live long.
Madam, we'll never forget...
what you've done for us.
I won't, either.
Not just Champaner, but all the villages in that province
didn't have to pay tax for three years.
Captain Russell paid for his capricious behavior.
He had to pay the triple tax.
And he was transferred to the Central African desert.
Elizabeth returned to England with Bhuvan in her heart.
She never married and remained Bhuvan's Radha all her life.
Bhuvan and Gauri had a splendid wedding.
King Puran Singh himself blessed them
further enhancing Champaner's glory.
Even after this historic victory,
Bhuvan's name was lost somewhere in the pages of history.