(heroic musical intro)
(tense music)
(man) Sir, should we keep Lao on hold for now?
(Ashfaq) No.
No? But, Colonel--
I don't like repeating myself.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Are you taking me to some special place?
I told you it's a surprise.
If you wanted to meet, you should have informed me.
You suddenly came home...
Now, do I have to inform my beloved to meet her?
No. I mean,
if I had known where you were taking me,
I'd have dressed accordingly.
Mariam.
You have to be ready for Pakistan now.
After today, Pakistan is going to need you.
Need me?
What can I do for Pakistan?
(intense music)
You will find out. Everything is going to change.
(music intensifies)
You will find out. Everything is going to change.
Sir, that's it. The feed got disconnected after this.
They are far away from the city.
I'm guessing we have no idea where he is taking her.
No, sir.
This is not good, Parulkar.
We can't take it lightly.
Terror is in their blood.
And I have seen that terror with my own eyes.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
This man ordered the attack on you.
Don't worry. He's a traitor.
And what do we do to traitors?
We kill them.
(tense music)
(music intensifies)
- (bludgeon hits) - (captive screams)
(Adhir coughs, gasps)
What do the Indian agencies think?
That they will scare us
by attacking our family?
Well,
our family has been attacked.
We will have to retaliate.
(suspenseful music)
(Zia sighs)
Are you going back to India on the occasion of Diwali?
No. No, sir.
Good.
You will be safer in Pakistan.
(suspenseful music rises)
(music intensifies)
I'll leave now, sir.
(music continues)
(water splashes)
(panting)
Sir, he directly asked me about Diwali.
And General Zia
doesn't ask anything without reason.
An Afghan mujahid used Indian bullets.
So what?
Apart from this, what proof do they have
that Indian agencies were involved in this attack?
And what does he mean by
he will "have to retaliate"?
The bomb, sir.
I believe
General Zia will test the nuclear bomb on Diwali.
If that test is successful,
it won't take them even two days to use the bomb on India.
Hold on, Adhir.
What evidence do you have to prove this theory?
Instinct, sir.
- I've seen it in his eyes. - Really?
So, does this mean I should go to the Prime Minister
and tell him that we should get ready for a nuclear war?
Based on what?
On your... instinct?
(intense music)
Right now, sir...
all you have...
is my instinct.
(music intensifies)
(upbeat, inspiring song playing)
(tyres screech)
Where are you coming from?
Chaklala, sir. Despatch rider Maqsood.
Sir.
Where are you going?
I can't tell you that, sir.
What?
Because what happens in Kahuta stays in Kahuta, sir.
ID!
Wait here.
The weather is great today, sir.
I'm just loving it.
(suspenseful music)
(phone rings)
- Hello. - Hello.
- Chaklala post? - Yes.
This is Daffadar Sartaj Khan from Kahuta checkpost.
Do you have
a despatch rider named Maqsood Ahmed stationed there?
Who?
Maqsood Ahmed.
Yes, we have.
What do you want from him?
I wanted to know whether he has to come to Kahuta today.
Yes. Maqsood has to go to Kahuta today.
Okay, thank you.
Right now, he is standing in front of me.
Do you want to talk to him?
Hello? Hello?
Hey! Leave for Kahuta quickly.
Sir. (chuckles awkwardly)
This symbol on your bike's number plate
is of Masroor Airbase, not Chaklala. Why?
(tense music)
I'm an Indian spy, sir.
It is a fake seal. Got it done in a hurry.
Being a spy, one has to do such things.
(both laugh)
That's more like it!
You made an ill-tempered person like me laugh.
(both laugh)
You're a good spy. Here you go.
Go to Kahuta and engage in spying.
(both laugh)
- Oh, sir... - (bike starts)
(Sartaj laughs) Hey, open it.
Thank you, sir. Goodbye.
- Goodbye. - Bye.
(dramatic music)
(tyres screech)
(suspenseful music)
(music intensifies)
(clicks)
(indistinct chatter)
(bicycle bell rings)
(people clamouring)
(soldier) Move aside.
(commotion continues)
(soldier) Get away from here!
Can I get some tea?
(soldier) What are you doing?
No one will move from here.
Call the General first.
And show him what's happening in Kahuta.
(whispers)
What are you whispering?
- Speak openly! - But, sir--
Your factory is supplying poison instead of water to our village.
Little children are dying over there.
Kids who play.
You have killed them.
- Come on, march ahead. - (soldier) Nobody will step forward.
- No, no, no. Back off. - (soldier) Move aside.
(tea seller) Here you go.
Uncle, what is this issue?
What do I tell you, mister?
Our village chief, Mr. Noor, is protesting.
Go back!
No one will go further!
(tea seller) Only God knows what activities
are going on in that wretched factory.
All the water here has been polluted with chemicals.
Move back.
Go back. Back off.
May God give you goodness.
Old people are getting sick, and children are dying.
That polluted water
also killed Mr. Noor's son. Yes.
(tense music)
- (soldier) Go away... - Step back...
Go away from here.
(soldier) Calm down. Go back...
(soldier) Back off.
I won't move. You killed my son.
(Noor) I won't move. March ahead.
We won't move.
I won't move. You killed my son.
You should go back.
Go back!
(intense music)
(Zia) Instinct, Mohsin. Instinct.
I can sniff out Indian spies.
You were only 24 years old
when you were posted
on the Sindh-Rajasthan border.
(sighs)
Do you remember?
We met
an Indian spy there.
Yes.
Do you remember what we did to him?
Yes, Uncle.
I remember it very well.
The Indian spy
who supplied the bullets to the Afghan
will be treated even worse than that.
Search every nook and cranny of Islamabad.
(intense music)
And before Diwali,
cut off that traitor's head
and place it at my feet.
(music intensifies)
(playful music playing)
(Bharucha humming)
(Bharucha gasps)
(dramatic music)
(Mohsin) Aren't you ashamed to call yourself a man
after wearing such indecent clothes?
Do you idiots even feel ashamed?
(breathes heavily) You are in my house...
What?
What did you say?
I am a diplomat.
I have diplo... diplomatic immunity.
Diplomat?
Do diplomats do this?
This? Huh?
(intense music)
(sobs) Sir...
Do you know what the punishment for this disgusting crime is in Pakistan?
His name is Zafar, right?
He will testify against you.
You will lose your reputation.
We will strip you naked and whip you.
Yes. Your diplomatic immunity may save you from jail.
But who will stop us from sending these photos to Indian newspapers?
(cries) No, no. Please don't.
I'll be finished. Please.
What do you want?
(tense music)
Write the names
of all the Indians who have come to Pakistan on long-stay visa
in the last one year.
Well, I... I don't remember.
Maybe two or three people.
One is a doctor. Arbaz Sheikh.
He has come to meet his mother. Who else?
And...
Two or three women...
Both of them don't live in Islamabad.
Then who are you looking for?
Because the rest of the long-stays
are staff members of the Indian Embassy.
But in the Embassy...
(gasps)
(music intensifies)
Indian Embassy.
(dramatic music)
(tyres screech)
(children shouting)
Sir!
(clicking)
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
This...
Which place is this?
My grandfather's dream.
The dream
that was destroyed by an Indian spy.
(intense music)
The dream
that we will fulfil.
(music intensifies)
(dramatic music)
Mariam.
Welcome to Kahuta Nuclear Plant.
(music intensifies)
(Shrishti) The Chinese, sir.
The Chinese are funding the bomb, sir.
Sir, the plant is fully operational.
As soon as Ashfaq gets his hands on the uranium...
The bomb will be made.
And that's not all, sir.
There's one more thing.
(suspenseful music)
(Ashfaq) Are you surprised
that I suddenly included you
in my intentions and my dreams?
Because, Mariam, I've been waiting for you for years.
A companion who understands me,
my intentions, my capabilities.
From today, only I have
the right over you.
Because you are going to become
Ashfaq Ullah Zia's second wife.
(sombre music)
Hmm?
(sombre music rises)
Sir.
What will be my next step, sir?
Sir?
(music turns intense)
Don't worry. I have a plan.
Jai Hind.