(heroic musical intro)
(women singing "Bajre da Sitta")
(woman) This colour will suit you very well. Wow!
It will look very good on you.
Ashfaq will also be very happy to see this.
It's good, isn't it?
We will surely get revenge for this, Zorawar.
("Bajre da Sitta" continues)
Mariam.
Three days, Mariam.
In three days, you will be my wife.
My queen.
The light of this palace.
So, when should we call your family from Dubai?
(tense music)
- My family? - Yes.
Your mom. Your younger brother, Rasool.
I think you should call them right away.
(stutters) Well...
actually, Ashfaq,
my mom doesn't know about you... I mean, about us.
All she knows is that I give private tuitions here.
(tense music)
Does she not know anything about me?
No, no. She knows
that I work for a big personality.
I did not find it appropriate to tell her more than this.
Of course, my love.
You shouldn't tell them
what I do or what I'm going to do.
No one should know about my exploits.
When she meets me, she'll be reassured by my status.
Hmm?
When she
- meets you? - Absolutely.
Tell your mom
that on the 10th,
Colonel Ashfaq Ullah Zia himself,
along with the entire military command,
will receive her at the Islamabad airport.
(intense music)
(Shrishti) Sir, he wants to come to receive my family at the airport.
Sir, my family. The family that doesn't even exist.
Sir... sir, if I have to marry him for real...
I mean, will my fake family also come to Pakistan now?
I... I really don't know what to do, sir.
Breathe, Shrishti. Breathe.
Please, dear.
I promise you. I have your back.
Now, listen to me very carefully.
Tomorrow, you will assure Ashfaq
that your family will land at the Islamabad airport on the 10th.
Copy, sir. But I don't under--
And that you want to go with him to receive them.
We will extract you from there.
With all due respect, sir,
it would be impossible to promise such an extraction
because right now,
except in the bathroom,
Ashfaq's bodyguards are watching me 24 hours a day.
Shrishti.
You will return to your country from Pakistan on 10th January.
That's a promise.
(intense music)
I know you are paying millions in crypto to acquire uranium
for Colonel Ashfaq.
Before you deny this,
here are the details of crypto transactions between the PLA
and the ISI.
You see, the crypto that you have used to pay the ISI
was invented by an Indian student.
He's sitting in the next room,
waiting to divulge the details at a press conference.
After our recent Galwan settlement,
will this look nice?
Gentlemen, I'm giving you a chance to make your decision right.
After that,
my diplomacy ends.
(tense music)
What now, sir?
Do we wait?
No.
Now is the time to fulfil a promise.
Activate your three best agents.
(intense music)
I'm going to Pakistan.
Sir?
(Sanskrit chants)
(sirens wailing)
We're almost there.
Nothing will happen to you, Jyoti.
My daughter, Vinti...
My family.
Brother, promise me
that you will take care of them.
I promise, my sister.
I will always protect your family.
I will protect them till my last breath.
- (Jyoti screams in pain) - How did this happen?
Who did this?
Who did this, Jyoti?
Who did this?
(dramatic music)
Jyoti...
Where are you going, Ms. Jyoti Chaturvedi, MA, LLM?
I come to the office first and leave last.
Do you have a problem with that as well?
The problem is not with you coming and leaving,
but with what happens between that.
(tense music)
You go to the library every day.
You stay out of the office for hours.
So, I keep wondering what the matter is.
Sir, before you say anything further, you should know
that the ministry has approved my transfer request.
I'm going back to Delhi.
So now, if you have any problem with my work,
you can talk to the MEA directly.
Where do you send the evidence you collect
against Zia?
Who reads this anti-Zia dossier of yours?
You have been sent to Pakistan to do this, right?
Study the enemy,
find out about his next move,
keep an eye on what he will do,
when he will do it and how, right?
Sir, I can explain it to you.
But frankly, it's above your pay grade.
And it's beneath me to explain it.
Excuse me.
(suspenseful music)
(dialling)
(fruit seller) Five rupees.
(Jyoti) Here.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
(cars passing)
(tense music)
(music intensifies)
(suspenseful music)
(Jyoti screams)
I am an Indian diplomat.
Don't come near me.
(tense music)
What... what do you want?
What do you want?
(bangs head)
(groans)
(Jyoti screams in pain)
(tense music)
(Jyoti grunts)
(Jyoti groans)
(intense music)
Jyoti, can you hear me?
- Jyoti, can you hear my voice? - (doctor) Move, move, move.
Prepare the OT for the emergency surgery.
- (Adhir) Open your eyes. - (nurse) Can you hear us?
(Adhir) Keep breathing, Jyoti.
(doctor) Nurse, hurry up. Come on. Careful.
Pick her up. (grunts)
Assault victim. Likely intradural haematoma to the skull.
Gunshot wound in the chest.
- Nurse, attach EKG now. - (Adhir) Who did this?
Who did this, Jyoti?
(nurse) She's bleeding profusely, sir.
- (doctor) The internal bleeding... - Gen...
It was... one of General Zia's men.
(music intensifies)
The thing is, madam,
this is not an India-Pakistan cricket match
that we lose every time.
This is ISI.
We don't lose.
- (Jyoti gasps and coughs) - (Adhir) Doctor, she has come around.
Jyoti! Jyoti...
- Jyoti, I'm here. - Brother...
I'm here.
- Mohsin... Mohsin thinks... - Mohsin?
...that I'm an Indian spy.
But... I always knew
that you... you were undercover.
I'm sorry, Jyoti.
I'm really sorry, Jyoti.
They still don't know anything.
(whispers) They still don't know anything, brother.
- Your secret... - It's okay.
Nothing will happen to you, Jyoti.
...is safe.
(monitor beeps, flatlines)
(nurse) Doctor, vitals are dropping!
- Jyoti... - (doctor) Start CPR.
Jyoti.
(nurse) Starting CPR.
One, two, three.
(mournful music)
(bangs head)
(Jyoti groans)
(Jyoti gasps)
They still don't know anything.
Jyoti...
(sad music)
(music intensifies)
(neck cracks)
(muffled gunshots)
(intense music)
Ameena.
(tense music)
(tsks)
- My family? - They are alive.
I've tied everyone up.
Would you like to say goodbye to them for the last time?
My sister, Jyoti...
Was she able to say goodbye to her husband and daughter?
No, right?
You, too, won't be able to say it.
Even war has principles!
And you broke them!
(tense music continues)
Because of you,
a daughter will keep wondering for the rest of her life
as to what happened to her mother.
A husband will keep wondering who murdered his wife so brutally.
Why was she killed? That was their punishment.
And now your family will get the same punishment.
(Mohsin grunts)
(muffled gunshots)
(Mohsin grunts)
(Mohsin) So you are that bloody spy.
I'll dig your grave, you Indian dog.
You son of a bitch!
(intense music)
(glass breaks)
(bottle breaks)
(dramatic music)
(groans)
(Mohsin grunts)
Come! Come on! Come!
(Mohsin groans)
(Mohsin screams in pain)
(tense music)
(Mohsin whimpers in pain)
(Mohsin groans)
(music intensifies)
- (music stops) - (clock ticking)
(panting)
(tense music)
(shouts) Who did this?
(screams in anger)
(patriotic music)
♪ Every drop of blood ♪
♪ From the body ♪
♪ Belonged to the country ♪
♪ I sacrificed it for my country ♪
♪ I perished in the soil ♪
♪ From which I was born ♪
♪ The thread that was tied The promise that was made ♪
♪ Whatever is written in destiny ♪
♪ So many golden moments Whether we exist tomorrow or not ♪
♪ But we will always say this ♪
♪ May this country, this nation ♪
♪ This land keep smiling ♪
♪ Wrapped in the tricolour ♪
♪ I will say I bow to thee, Mother ♪
♪ May this country, this nation ♪
♪ This land keep smiling ♪
♪ Wrapped in the tricolour ♪
♪ I will say I bow to thee, Mother ♪
♪ I bow to thee, Mother ♪
You are with God.
Ask God to call me to heaven as well.
And even God won't be able to separate us there, right?
When the village head starts drinking so early in the morning,
it is obvious that the matter is quite serious.
Who are you? Why are you taunting me?
The poisonous water
that came out of that factory took your son's life, right?
His name was Rizwan, right?
My NGO is running a campaign against such factories.
In the name of science and progress,
these people are poisoning your land and water.
We have to stop this, Mr. Noor.
Nothing will stop!
You think you can stop them?
Many NGOs like yours have come and gone.
This factory will continue to operate,
and its water will keep flowing.
The water will keep flowing.
We'll stop them with the same water, Mr. Noor.
We'll stop them with the same water.
Mr. Noor...
There's revenge written in everybody's fate, Mr. Noor.
(melancholic music)
(Sanjeev) Water?
That's your answer?
Yes, sir. Water.
Sir, every morning, two army tankers take water
from the deepest and cleanest well in Kahuta to the reactor.
My plan will start from that well.
Hold on, Adhir.
24 hours are left for Diwali.
Is this our only plan to stop Zia's nuclear test?
Well water?
Sir, not just water, but chemically-treated water,
in which I'll add hydrochloric acid and copper sulphate.
What copper? What chemical, Adhir?
Adhir, I can understand
that the last 24 hours have been very emotional for you.
But act with wisdom, not with emotions.
Can you hear what you are saying?
Loud and clear, sir.
Sir, I believe, sometimes,
the simplest approach is the most effective.
We can win this war without firing a single bullet, sir.
And General Zia's nuclear dream will, literally, go down the drain.
Okay. Let's assume that you can pull this off.
You can even contaminate the water supply of the reactor.
So what?
What is the science behind this?
I don't understand who approved this nonsense theory of yours.
Mr. Mehra, relax. Take a breath.
You are sounding like a tense fellow now.
We have discussed it in detail.
Doctor? Is that you?
Yeah, it's me. Okay?
Zia's nuclear plant will only succeed
if its fissile uranium cools down quickly
from the unstable heat of 1,200 degrees.
And if it doesn't cool down,
the entire reactor will become a ticking time bomb.
And it won't cool down.
Because Adhir's chemically-treated water won't let it cool down. Okay?
Sir, let's assume what you're saying is right.
But Adhir hasn't been inside the reactor even once, sir.
And how can we assume
what technology is being used inside the plant?
Because all nuclear plants in China have been built like this.
Mr. Mehra, how do you think
Zia built a brand-new nuclear plant so quickly?
It's always the Chinese.
Yeah, it is!
Every India-Pakistan action
has an equal and opposite Chinese reaction.
Always.
Okay? Jai Hind.
Jai Hind, sir.
(intense music)