Bala.
Alpha, update status. I repeat, update status.
Bala. Shit! Shit!
Alpha, come in.
Man down. Looking at DB.
Alpha, exit now. I repeat, exit now.
We can't leave him behind.
It's too risky. We need to get out.
I am not going anywhere!
We have to get him out.
Romeo, listen to Alpha. Juliet, scramble.
Kemaal, let's go.
-Alpha, lock it up immediately. -Copy.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
You can't go inside. There's a medical emergency.
You can't go inside. Please back away. Step back. Please step back.
There's a medical emergency. You need to step back.
I want you to step back, sir. I want you to step back, sir.
Mr. Ismail, please let me.
Please step back.
Please move aside.
Please step back. There's a medical emergency.
Come on. Faster.
-I'll meet you at the safe house. -Yes.
Go.
Please stay back. It's an emergency.
Victor, package secure. Over and out.
-Sir. -Patch Juhi and Ruhani through.
Note instructions.
Juhi, I'll send you Mehta's number in two minutes.
He works with the Indian consulate.
He'll help you and Bala with your passport and documents.
Sure, sir.
You will bring Bala home.
Ruhani, you'll leave for Tehran immediately.
Avinash, you'll leave for Tbilisi.
Tell Kemaal to clean the safe house and go underground.
Sir, we know that Hafiz is here.
-We can still-- -You don't know anything!
Hafiz has recognized Bala, Avinash.
You got Bala back.
He will soon connect the dots.
We couldn't have left him behind. You trained us not to.
And I am willing to pay the price for it.
I'm sure Hafiz has informed Vladimir of this incident,
or he will do it shortly.
They'll soon check the CCTV footage,
and your mug shots will be circulated throughout Baku.
The mafia and the police will start looking for you.
You guys are burnt.
So, just do as you're told. Get the fuck out of there!
-Hello. -Mehta, it's me.
Yes, sir. At this hour? Is everything fine?
There's a problem.
-A dead body? -Yes. One.
We have a girl to get it back.
She'll call you and share all the details soon.
Okay.
He is from my team, Mehta.
Please take care.
Okay.
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind.
-What happened, Choudhary? -It's something strange, sir.
-That's why the cops have come. -Yes, you are right.
Sir, this is Habib Naik from Lucknow.
He was staying here, in Adarsh Lodge since two days
with his three daughters
-He has to go to Riyadh. -What's so strange?
Last year, he went to Sharjah with two different daughters.
So what?
Two years ago, he had gone to Oman with two different daughters.
I have an uncle. May God bless with him a long life.
He has three wives and a dozen kids,
both sons and daughters. Now tell me.
But none of his daughters has ever come to the police
to complain that he was not her father.
You have an attitude now, Choudhary.
I have learnt it from you, sir.
What did the girl say?
He claims to be an imam. He buys girls off poor families...
and sells them in the Middle East.
He is a broker.
A broker, huh?
This girl is from Hyderabad. There are two more girls
who were brought to Lucknow from Hyderabad
and were trained for two weeks to behave like his daughters
and then they were brought to Delhi.
They plan to leave for Dubai tomorrow.
She had come out on the pretext of buying vegetables
and came running to the police station.
Sir, I could have handled it if this was all it was about.
But I was taken aback to hear what she said.
Sir, Habib Naik had got the Pakistani Jamaat kingpin
Noor Mohammed's daughter married in Islamabad last year.
So, I had to refer the case to you.
For how long has she been here?
For around two hours.
Did someone enter or exit the premises?
No, sir.
How many people are there in the room?
Shabbo, Aafreen and him. Three of them.
Do they have weapons?
I could spot something in the bag.
Fine.
Get her some water.
-Give her some water. -Sure, sir.
Dear, will you eat something?
Okay.
-Get the jacket. -Get the jacket.
-Sir! -Sir, should I come along?
What? You want to stand here as a mute spectator
and send me in alone, you asshole?
-Is this what I have taught you? -Sorry, sir.
Which is Naik's room?
117.
Where is Naik?
Naik!
Hey, stop!
You fucker!
Stop!
-Stop! -Stop!
Try running now, asshole!
Should we hand him over to the ATS?
No, Choudhary. We cannot hand him over to the ATS.
Sir, you won't believe whom we nabbed just now.
Greetings, Ismail.
Thanks, Mr. Hafiz.
You called me here at short notice. All good?
It's nothing crucial.
I want you to know that there's a mole.
A mole?
Someone is passing information on us regularly.
I was attacked in Baku.
I had to kill that man.
I was surprised
that he didn't look scared
when I was about to kill him.
His eyes were telling me
that he was not alone...
and that I was doomed.
Are you fine?
This is not the right question.
Who can be the mole?
Whom do you suspect, Mr. Hafiz?
I suspect...
Greetings, Mr. Noor.
Greetings, Hafiz.
Give me some good news.
Congratulations.
The Fali Oil Fields deal was closed yesterday.
Jamaat will be unstoppable now.
Tell everyone that there's nothing to worry about.
Wonderful! I always had faith in you, Hafiz.
Our identity, importance and significance
stem from the conflict with India.
We will lose our importance if the conflict ends.
Yes.
Did you meet Ikhlaq?
Yes, the meeting was successful.
He will talk to you today.
Okay.
The blast in Delhi should be felt till here.
With the Lord's grace, everyone will feel it
and know that the consequences
of ill-treating Kashmir are severe.
You can rest assured.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mr. Noor.
You were saying something, Ismail.
Whom do you suspect?
Who can be the mole?
The one we are impressed with, Ismail,
they tend to be suspicious also.
Amjad.
His story is too impressive.
He is unusually successful.
-Mr. Hafiz, I know him-- -Ismail!
I like Amjad.
But you know I tend to like vile things easily.
I need to know everything about him.
Find out whom he has met
and where he has stayed ever since he has come here.
Help me understand how big of a scoundrel he is.
Okay, sir.
I am going to Islamabad tomorrow.
Extract all details before that.
Sure.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Shit!
-Greetings, Mr. Hafiz. -Greetings, Vladimir.
Please tell me.
I need you to do me a favour, my friend.
-Sir. -Come in, Himmat.
Meet Special Duty Officer, Surya Kumar.
-Hello. -He is from the IB.
He is the security-in-charge of the delegation of the defence minister
from Islamabad, which will be arriving today.
Himmat, he wants to talk to you about the alert you received.
Cooperate with him.
Sure. Please.
Let's go.
-Thank you, sir. -All the best.
You don't have a problem, right?
Sorry.
I am younger to you, Himmat Singh.
I hope you don't mind addressing me as "sir."
Not at all!
The safety of the nation is in young and safe hands.
Why would I have a problem with that?
Sir... please come in.
Brother, we'll meet in Sham.
Let's have a feast there next week.
The kids will be there well in advance.
What step did you take?
Were we supposed to take any?
We have shared it with the IB. Please do what's needed.
Anyway, R&AW cannot operate on home turf.
The call was from Karachi, so you might have done something.
What happened?
Sorry, sir. I worked the night shift, so...
Actually, I am growing old.
You were asking something.
You intercepted the call from Karachi.
-So you might've done something. -Nothing, sir.
My funds are suspended now.
An inquiry is going on.
I was planning an operation, and it...
Thank you.
Sir, Hafiz is suspicious of me now.
Sir, my cover will be blown!
That's good.
I'll call you back in a while.
Sir!
Shit!
So, you don't know anything about this call, right?
The call was from Karachi...
-Take it. -Sorry.
Sir, I think the call had got disconnected,
and you didn't hear me.
Sir, Hafiz is suspicious of me.
He has asked Ismail to dig into my background.
Sir, I'll be exposed now. I am doomed!
Sonya will solve this problem for you.
What is your problem?
I am in a meeting. Don't call me again.
Sir, how is Sonya related to all this?
Sir.
Sir!
Sorry, sir.
Young people these days do not use their brains.
They search for solutions on Google,
or they just call me up.
Shit, man!
Sonya will solve this problem. What is your problem?
Motherfucker!
He is a genius.
Do you still believe...
that Ikhlaq Khan exists?
I have heard a lot about you.
I would have called you to my office,
but I didn't because I read your file.
I thought that it wouldn't be proper.
I thought I should personally meet you,
so I came here.
Himmat Singh,
the Pakistani defence minister and his delegation will arrive today
and stay for three days.
If there's a bomb blast in Delhi when they are here...
we will again lose ground in our bilateral talks.
We have assured them that the security situation is ideal.
I was not consulted before inviting them.
-Excuse me? -Sorry, sir,
but my department wasn't told of this.
Two months ago, we had received a memo, which required us
to state the level of threat perception in India.
And you said that the threat perception is moderate.
The threat is moderate all round the year.
No one told us Pakistani VVIPs have been invited
and that we must opine
if they should be invited or not.
How do I explain the politics behind this?
The government works this way, Himmat Singh.
The government is dependent on foot soldiers.
All forms of politics and the government
are dependent on such pawns.
The king, queen, knights, everybody stand behind these pawns.
If my suspicion about the call is right,
this call is not a hoax.
Not one but multiple blasts have been planned in Delhi.
Sir, could you please share the security and stay details
of the delegation and everything else with me?
I want both plan A and plan B.
When it comes to the R&AW...
Okay.
Thank you, sir. I'll give you a call.
Whatever I had heard about you, everything is true.
-Good day. -Good day, sir.
Your land is a land of gold. We have people waiting to invest...
Excuse me.
-Hello. -What are you wearing?
What did you do?
Ever since Ismail has returned, he's calling people asking about you.
He's been more curious than me about you.
Why? Do you feel jealous?
No, sweetheart. I feel concerned.
Abu was killed when Ismail had done the same about him.
What is your plan for today?
We'll leave for a meeting soon.
And after that?
You never told me what I will do after that.
Where is the meeting?
By the waterside.
Okay.
I'll see you in the evening. Bye.
Farooq...
Take care.
Yeah.
I love you.
More than your life?
Try me.
See you.
You were there all night.
How much more time will you take?
I'll let you know.
How was Pari's birthday party?
It was fine.
Her school friends had come over for an all-girls sleepover.
She has gone out with them.
I know.
Yeah, of course!
Is there an operation going on?
I'll call you in a while.
Okay. Bye.
Yes, Farooq.
-Sir, can you talk to me now? -Yes, tell me.
Sir, are you sure that Ismail will listen to me
after Sonya is killed?
Sir, Hafiz is leaving for Islamabad tomorrow.
We have to abduct him now,
or we will lose the opportunity.
Sir, my cover will be blown soon.
What are you trying to say, Farooq?
Let's give it a final try, sir.
It felt nice to hear my name.
I am called Amjad or Rashid.
At times, I forget my actual name.
I cannot bear it anymore, sir.
We have 24 hours. Let's try one more time, please.
After what happened last night...
I was thinking of asking you to come back.
Sir, I'll get Hafiz along.
You won't die, will you?
Not so soon, sir. I am still useful.
Look at you talking the talk!
-Let's do it. -Sir.
-Avinash. -Sir.
-Where are you? -At the airport.
-Ruhani? -She is behind me.
Patch her through.
-Hello. -Exit cancelled.
Leave for Dubai.
Confirm the flight details.
We will take another shot at Hafiz.
-Sir. -Sir.
-Kemaal, all under control? -Yes, boss.
I need you to do me a favour, Kemaal.
I'll take this call.
Yes, Amjad.
Where are you, Mr. Ismail?
I need to meet you at once.
I'm going to attend a meeting.
Tell me what's so important.
Can we meet?
That's not possible now.
We can talk over the phone.
Mr. Ismail, Mr. Hafiz called me to his house.
He said that someone attacked him in Baku.
What?
Mr. Ismail, sorry to say this, but he's lost his mind.
He said there's a mole
and suspects you.
He told me to keep an eye on you.
-Abu and you might have-- -What nonsense, Amjad!
How can he doubt me?
His doubt will turn into belief.
Be careful.
Today I saw Hamid there. He was talking to him.
Hamid...
But he's missing, right?
Even his phone is switched off.
Mr. Ismail, his plan is to... Shit!
They are here. I'll call you back.
Mr. Ismail, be careful.
What?
Amjad? Hello, hello.
-Yes. -We need to go.
They all are waiting.
Okay, yeah.
-All okay? -Yes, all okay.
Why do you look so pale?
Nothing! Come, let's go.
Thank you.
Slowly.
It'll melt.
Have some.
I hope you understand what you have to do.
Yes. Why are you worried?
No, I am...
-May I ask you something? -Go ahead.
Don't scold me, please.
Why would I scold you?
-Promise? -Yes. Ask me.
Men go to heaven after jihad.
They get 80,000 servants
and 72 nymphs.
What will we get?
What do you want?
I want to meet my parents.
That's why we are doing this.
Put your earphones on. I'll just go to the washroom.
Okay.
Excuse me, ma'am. Where do you want to go?
I was looking for the washroom.
On your right.
Sorry. Thank you.
Kemaal!
Vladimir?
Great. Thank you.
Mr. Ismail!
Over here, Mr. Ismail!
Get inside!
Amjad.
I need you to do me favour, Kemaal.
Ismail Hassan.
-Hello, Vladimir. -Mr. Hafiz.
It's Ismail Hassan.
Thank you.
-Give me your phone, Mr. Ismail. -What?
Give me your phone.
What're you doing, Amjad?
Mr. Hafiz's men are tracking you.
They shot Sonya dead, Amjad!
What?
The dialled subscriber is currently not reachable.
They killed her!
Yes, sir. Tell me.
Come to my place right now.
Okay, sir.
Ismail.
A man who didn't spare his wife,
what mercy can he show me?
What are you saying, Ismail?
A man who doesn't hesitate
to use his wife to serve his purpose...
he cares about no one.
There's a grand feast in Delhi at 11 o'clock tomorrow.
Do you know who will host it on behalf of Jamaat?
Who?
Mr. Hafiz's wife.