There's a rumour about a physical faction of Wilayah Al-Hind that exists.
And the radicalisation is being done by an ex-SIMI activist.
He's a well-respected commander,
and he's been recruiting everyone.
Sir, Inayat Khan committed suicide for coverage.
The enemies of Islam are winning
because Muslims themselves have abandoned Islam.
Now it's time to right the wrongs.
I am in Syria.
Mohsin tricked me into coming here.
Get Aliya out of there, please.
Aliya will come home.
Uncle Avinash will get you out of there.
He has sent his number.
Aliya?
What are you doing?
One moment.
Aliya.
Aliya, open the door.
What were you doing in there?
Nothing. Just freshening up.
Mrunal, get me some water.
Mrunal, water.
Avinash, it's been two weeks now.
Day and night, you just drink!
You also lost the job that made you ignore us always.
Are you even listening to me?
I can't live like this.
Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?
Are you and Jai starving?
Life isn't just about providing, Avi.
You're drinking during daytime!
-I can't believe-- -Hands off the bottle!
Come on, son.
Come.
Mrunal, stop this drama.
Once you are done with this,
you can come get us.
Stop annoying me.
The wicket's gone!
Mama, Mousey!
Let's go, son.
Bowl a swing.
Where are we going, Mom?
Mama, Mousey!
Mama! Mama! Mama, Mousey!
Jai?
Jai...
Avinash!
What happened?
Sir, this man came to see Sabeena at 2:00 a.m. last night.
Who is he?
We are looking him up in our database.
But look at the next picture.
When Dave and his men tried to confront him,
he overpowered them all.
Dave got a beating too.
Get someone to keep an eye on Dave.
And report to me when you find this other guy.
Sir.
The good news is that she will be home soon.
It will take a month or two,
and it won't be easy, Mr. Kamath.
Don't like easy, Doctor.
Don't get easy either.
I am tempted to ask, Mr. Kamath,
but have you ever seen a therapist yourself?
Don't worry, Dr. Janice.
I'll be fine.
May I see her now?
Of course.
Thank you.
They said I can go home in four to five weeks.
But it won't be easy for you.
Thanks.
They all have memorised one sentence:
"It won't be easy."
Will it be easy for you to live with me?
Their diagnosis has made everything complicated.
Disassociation and all.
And other such fancy terms.
I could not get it even after I googled them.
They have one clear instruction.
Don't let your spouse or anyone else make fun of your ailment.
Didn't you tell them we are Indians?
Making fun is how we live.
-Mrunal, do you-- -What?
It's nothing.
Avi.
You can't do this.
You have something on your mind, but don't say it.
You know I have a problem with that.
Sorry.
It was just small talk, that's it.
Do you remember Aliya?
Who?
Aliya... Aliya Khan. That little girl.
Yeah.
Sorry. I don't remember her at all.
It's okay.
-Inayat and Sabeena's daughter-- -Of course, their daughter.
-Right? -What is wrong?
Nothing.
Then why suddenly bring her up?
Because Sabeena called,
asking if I could get Aliya into one of the decent London universities.
That's it.
Possible?
It's tough. I'll try. Let's see.
If you try, you can make it possible.
I am so happy I am coming back home.
Finally!
So am I.
Sabeena, this is my new number.
If that madman has come here, he won't return without meeting you.
Right?
Where is Avinash Kamath, Doctor?
You can find out from the airport which flight he was booked on.
You'll get all the details.
But he keeps changing his route.
No one knows where he's headed next.
How can you be sure that he has flown out from the airport?
He took an international flight here.
He won't book a bus on his way back.
Does this look funny to you, Doctor?
You are from the batch of 2000.
Look, I am being polite to you--
You must be 37 or 38 years old.
For the last time--
I am 65.
I have had a decent life. Not that old.
But these are bonus years of my life, like this world.
-I'm asking you-- -And I am telling you.
But are you sure you want to know everything about Avinash?
Of course!
Oh, really?
Because after I've told you everything,
he will definitely kill me.
And you will be dead too.
I am okay with that, but are you?
Is that a threat?
Home Minister D.K. Patil is directly interested in this case.
Learn to listen, son.
The man Patil has told you about...
imagine he has entered into a deep tunnel.
After quitting the Mumbai Police, Avinash Kamath would carry out
extraordinary renditions from Dubai.
Google will tell you that "extraordinary rendition"
is a state-sponsored forcible abduction in another jurisdiction
and transferred to a third state.
Meaning... imagine 25-30 suspected terrorists illegally infiltrate a country
and they get arrested.
No passports, no visa.
That country doesn't want to go through an embassy or border security
because they will have to go through the rigmarole of human rights,
et cetera, et cetera.
Given that scenario, a rendition flight quietly lands
at one of the country's non-commercial airfields.
And...
Your first week, buddy?
Rookie, huh?
Don't be nervous. You're in safe hands.
This is my twelfth.
I've done this the world over.
Just follow my lead.
Don't fuck up, okay?
Watch and learn, boy.
Watch and learn.
Everyone, in position!
Get ready, guys, get ready.
Freeze!
-Get them down. -Freeze!
Open the chain.
Hey, open the chain.
Come on, take them in.
Don't look up! Look down!
Don't look at me.
Quick.
-Move. -Come on.
Look down.
Don't shoot!
Catch them.
I will kill him. Drop the gun.
How did you know I was gonna duck?
I didn't.
So, that's Avinash Kamath.
The guy who slapped Jayant Joge
and the guy you see now are two different people.
Listen carefully to what I am going to say next,
and inform your Patil sir.
Avinash Kamath is far out of his league now.
The SI from Maharashtra Police is now on a completely different level.
In your language,
you'll regret messing with him.
What good can come from sending an email over to CNN's website?
It will be on public record.
A US-trained pilot, along with his entire family,
has travelled to an ISIS-controlled area.
I've stated all these facts publicly.
I've offered them more information.
Tomorrow, if something untoward happens,
at least the CIA will be alert.
They will be able to find the IP address and other details.
They will contact me.
Who is the pilot?
The fourth member, Sameer.
One second, please.
I'll call you back.
Okay.
Yes.
Good afternoon. This is Michelle Travis from the CIA.
I wanna thank you for reaching out to us.
We certainly do appreciate your confidence.
I have on call here with me
Director of Intelligence, CIA, Mr. Burt Raphael.
Hello, Mr. Kamath.
While we are currently engaged in research and survey activities
with regard to Turkey,
we do not have any active outreach programmes
in the areas you spoke of.
Are you in a position to help me or suggest whom I should turn to?
We've read and considered the contents
of your letter to the website.
We're certainly not averse to working with you in the future
on any matters of mutual interest should the situation arise.
However, in this case, we have decided to step back
due to the obvious intricacies involved.
The local authorities better placed to address this issue
will contact you shortly.
I understand.
Michelle, pass this on to Tangier's desk.
Yes, sir.
Was it them?
Yes.
CIA has shown their interest while playing it safe.
They will call back.
Dave paid a visit.
And you must have shown him his place.
Things are getting tough.
Also, the Wilayah Al-Hind group of the ISIS
claims responsibility for the attack on the American consulate.
Even though it wasn't them. Free publicity.
You know that. I know that. Not the world.
True.
Only the CIA can give us the help we need
to extract her from Dayr Az Zawr.
I just hope they call me soon.
Mr. Pilot, this way, please.
As-salamu-alaykum.
Wa-alaikum-salaam.
Do you know him?
No, Maqsood.
Never seen him before.
No, brother. Never seen him.
Ask your wives.
Maybe they know something.
All right, Maqsood.
I'll let you know.
Why has Al-Hindvi honoured us with a visit?
To hear another sweet tongue... from my land.
How is everything?
All good, Maqsood.
I have a plan in my mind, Maqsood.
We must strike terror in the hearts of the SDF forces.
But only my wife and I can execute it.
The goal should be to serve Khilafat.
Your chance for martyrdom will come.
Was your wife's father in the police force?
Inayat Khan?
But he quit long ago.
I know.
But maybe you don't know a few things.
Just an ordinary police inspector, a big-time alcoholic
who was fired from the department nine years ago.
You couldn't handle him, Dave.
Anyone could have schooled him.
He is no longer the guy
you fired from the force nine years ago.
Are you drunk, Dave?
Sir, after getting sacked,
he got trained at the RMCS, England,
in security consultation.
"Security consultation" is just a euphemism.
It's a place where cops and soldiers get trained for mercenary work
and establish contact with each other.
He would carry out renditions as a mercenary.
Merce...
Mercenary. What is that?
Do you watch the IPL?
Yes.
Players from foreign countries
play for Mumbai, Chennai, Punjab.
Right.
Mercenaries are an army without uniform.
For the right price, they play for any team.
The only thing that differentiates them
is that they play a totally different ballgame.
In countries like Afghanistan and Iraq,
they give security to businesses.
They carry out jobs for the CIA, Mossad, Sayeret Matkal, MI
and other intelligence agencies.
Kamath is a pro now.
He can put together a team in hours.
Make a kill look like an accident.
His methods, new techniques, multiple passports,
high-profile contacts, modern chemical attacks, bio-kills.
Patil sir...
he's not interested in you.
If you show any interest in him,
it will grab his attention.
And neither of us would be able to do anything.
Has he grown so big?
-You must be-- -Not just big.
He has become lethal.
He's known by an alias.
The Freelancer.
The Freelancer?
What kind of a name is that?
He earned that name after his first case.
You might remember.
Five-six years ago, an Indian agent was captured
in the Pakistan-occupied region of Balochistan.
Yes, I remember. It was all over the news.
Some guy called Yadav from the Indian Navy.
How is Avinash Kamath connected to that?
There is a connection, sir.
Everyone knew that, soon after Yadav's capture,
he will be executed in a few weeks.
Last evening, we arrested a terrorist...
While they were publicising this Indian agent's death penalty,
back in Rawalpindi, Pakistan,
retired Major General Mohammad Jalal Raza
was playing online poker in his study.
Hold on. Hold on, Dave.
An Indian agent was captured.
And Pakistan's retired general was playing poker in his home.
What are you trying to say?
Why don't you get straight to the point?
Sir, please.
Have some patience.
General Jalal was a keen online poker player.
Poker wasn't just gambling,
it was a sport for him.
With the click of a mouse,
Avinash turned his life upside down.
He hacked into Jalal's computer, smartphone and emails.
He was tracking General Jalal's every information and activity.
Avinash Kamath learned
that General Jalal was travelling to Dubai
to meet a private security company
for a new job.
They were hosting General Jalal in a five-star hotel,
which was the location of the meeting.
On his way.
Copy that.
Sir, check your mail.
He successfully got hold of General Jalal.
And later sold him to R&AW in exchange for quite a large amount.
Freelancer?
So, Avinash Kamath was working for India?
No, sir.
Mercenaries only work for money.
Avinash Kamath saw an opportunity,
and he took advantage of it.
They used General Jalal as a bargaining chip.
Agent Yadav in exchange for Major General Jalal.
Avinash Kamath made this possible.
That's how he earned
the name Freelancer.
Goodbye.
-Here you go. -Mohsin.
What happened?
What are you looking for?
Come inside.
Did you call or text anyone back home?
Home?
How?
I don't have a phone or a laptop.
Why else did your father set out on a moralistic path?
Papa did what?
You shouldn't mourn him.
What do you mean?
He has no faith in our people.
He was dismissed from the force, wasn't he?
Mohsin, what happened?
He martyred himself
in an attack on the American consulate in Mumbai.
In fact, Wilayah Al-Hind has claimed responsibility.
What?
Maybe he was inspired by our decision.
You shouldn't feel sad for him.
He is a martyr.
He must have gone to paradise.
Are you mad?
These are fake.
Stop disrespecting your father!
He was associated with Wilayah Al-Hind.
What do you know about him?
Do you know him?
What sort of questions are you asking in this condition?
It is important!
Wipe your tears and look closer.
Who is this man?
Do you know him?
When did he come to India?
Uncle Avinash doesn't live in India.
It's been around eight years.
Who is he?
He was in the police force.
Papa's colleague.
He got suspended, and then he went to London on a study programme.
Papa--
Does he stay in London?
I don't know. Maybe later he went to the US... I don't know.
Maybe he heard about your father and came back.
No need to cry for your father.
Sameer, Khalid, Wajid and I will pray for him tomorrow.
Okay?
Get some sleep.
Tell me honestly, Papa. Are you all right?
They showed me Uncle Avinash's pictures today.
I had to identify him.
Papa, please. Are you hiding something from me?
Aliya, your father is dead.
This is your mom's new number.
Aliya, I won't mourn his death until you don't return to me...
because he wanted you to return home, safe and sound.
Listen, child.
I am sending you Uncle Avinash's number.
Save it.
Don't call him. He will call you.
Even your father knew
only Avinash can bring you back from that hell.
Don't lose courage, my child.
Promise me.
Okay, Mom.
We'll chat tomorrow.
Do you trust your wife?
Did she tell you the entire truth?
She is a Muslim's wife.
Did you ever let her talk to her mother since she got here?
No.
None of us has called home yet.
But my sister-in-law sent a text to Mom in Malaysia, over Telegram,
that we all are fine.
And there is nothing to worry about.
Okay, you head to the office.
Yes.
Maqsood, can we discuss my plan?
Allahu Akbar.
Left hand...
and right hand.
Then read the holy book
Surah Al-Fatiha.
Then read Surah Al-Ikhlas.
Or any other Surah.
Then...
Bow properly!
Then...
worship.
Allahu Akbar.
Salamu-alaykum.
After dragging us out of Raqqa and Dayr Az Zawr,
Syrian Defence Forces want to give the impression
that the Islamic State is now finished.
We'll target Raqqa again.
We'll plan out serious fireworks for them.
SDF will fear us again.
We can count on doing extra damage in these attacks.
We'll keep attacking until they move out of these areas.
Open attack is a thing of the past now.
Not openly.
Covertly.
Aliya and I will do it.
Just a normal couple in a normal car.
Aliya and I.
We'll go to the biggest medina of Raqqa
and execute this attack in the most crowded part.
Suicide bomb?
Don't make it sound cheap.
It's a direct attack.
Suicide is forbidden in Islam.
It's a crime.
My wife is Asar.
She will readily agree to this sacrifice.
To be beside me in such an event will make her both happy and proud.
This is my plan.
So, Aliya and I will go.
Where are you from?
Mumbai.
I am from England.
When did you get here?
Immediately after the wedding.
My husband brought me here.
Did you come willingly or...
Why don't the women from your family
come for religious instructions?
They know everything.
And you're like me?
A bad-bad Muslim?
Be modest!
Don't laugh so loudly in public.
I don't know Arabic.
Learn!
Learn! Learn!
You okay?
Girls like me who arrived in the first wave,
women prisoners or females from their own population
face extensive cruelty from Al-Khansaa, compared to men.
Fuck this life, man!
I had a degree in marketing.
And now I am getting the taste of a biter
from a strange fucking woman.
Don't swear out loud. We have to be careful.
Nobody talks properly to this bad Muslim, even at home.
I get whacked for free on the streets too!
I just wanna die.
Don't say that.
It happens to me at home too.
-You just have to-- -I'm going to kill myself someday.
Don't think like that.
Oh, yeah? We'll talk when you have spent
as much time as I have spent in this hellhole.
Bonjour.
-Hey. -Good morning.
-Bonjour, Saba. -Merci.
Hi, David. How are you doing?
Hey, Mark. I am good. What about you?
Great.
Hey.
This has just come through from headquarters
from someone here.
Avinash Kamath.
He's an ex-cop.
He was fired from the Mumbai State Police nine years back.
Trained in RMCS UK in security services.
A euphemism for mercenary work.
Quite an arc for a junior-ranking cop.
I didn't know there were any Indian mercenaries, Mark.
Oh, you'll be surprised.
It has the second-largest army in the world, after all.
Bigger than us. Only China beats them in numbers.
Ex-Army, ex-Navy, there are thousands of them.
Here too India is making it by numbers.
But we don't exactly see guns-for-hire clandestine
from that part of the world.
You should surf the dark web a bit more.
If you have the stomach for coming across
gross, repulsive things every now and then.
But yes, an ex-cop is a surprise.
After RMCS, he did some smaller, basic stuff with his colleagues from there.
Then he got into airport security, then renditions.
Apparently, he did a lot of them for us.
Guantanamo Bay to Afghanistan through Dubai.
Then came the darker stuff.
With us, the Israelis, the Maldivians, Australians.
Until the dark web appeared and earned him the sobriquet the Freelancer.
So, why is the Freelancer reaching out to us now then?
What did you make of his letter about the family?
Well, the family does exist,
and they have moved to Syria.
One of them is a US-trained pilot.
Sameer Fazal.
Our local unit has interviewed the flight instructor
and some of the pilots that he trained with.
And for all purposes,
it seems that Sameer was a friendly, happy young man.
No reason for suspicion.
In fact, the flight instructor was surprised
by the line of questioning.
Did he give us his email address and his Indian phone number?
Yes, they did.
And it seems they were in touch
as recently as six weeks ago.
We also got his US number, and we've analysed the call details.
Nothing suspicious there.
No.
It seems that Sameer was a carefree rich young man
for as long as he was in the United States.
What could have happened after that,
in the last six weeks?
How can an entire family get radicalised in less than two months?
How in the name of God does this happen?
And all the time, thousands of kilometres away from Syria?
Are you hoping the letters-to-the-editor guy
will tell us exactly how and why?
Let's find out.
-Hello. -Hi.
This is Assistant Special Agent in-charge Radha Baxi.
I hope I haven't called you at an inconvenient time.
Hello, Radha.
I was about to give up on you guys. What took you so long?
Well, we've been busy. You know how it is.
We would like to meet with you.
I am assuming you have more information
that you would like to share that won't fit in a letter
and can't be made public.
Yes, sure I do.
When and where should we meet?
Can we meet tomorrow between 11:00 and 2:30?
Whatever is easy for you.
-Tomorrow works for me. 12:30? -Sure.
Can we do Terry's if that's okay?
They do great sandwiches.
And I can text you the address.
And that way, you'll have my number too.
That will be great. Okay.
Hello.
Any contact with Aliya, Sabeena?
Yes, I gave her all the instructions.
Avinash, they know about you.
They showed Aliya your picture and were asking whether she knew you.
What did she say?
She identified you and then changed the subject.
I had to tell her about Inayat.
She is completely shattered.
I tried to motivate her, but you must act quickly.
Okay. Did she send anything?
I'll forward it to you.
Quickly, please.
I've told her not to take any risks.
Even while taking pictures.
Talk to Aliya every day.
She has to be motivated.
Otherwise, she will get depressed and she will give up.
-Avinash-- -Don't worry.
I won't let anything happen to Aliya.
Inshallah.
Has Mumbai Police put any officers in civil clothes outside the house?
Hold on.
Yes, they have.
Okay.
I'll call you back.
We are lucky that
Allah has blessed us with such an opportunity.
But, Asar,
Saiyma and I can go too.
It's going to be Aliya and me.
Mohsin.
Let's serve dinner, Saiyma.
-Yes. -It's late.
Allah.
Where are we going?
Huh?
You were talking about going somewhere.
Raqqa.
Khalid and I are going to Raqqa.
You two should come with us.
We can go alone.
We'll talk later.
The entire family's behaviour has changed towards me, Mom.
They don't tell me anything.
They keep secrets from me.
That's a good thing.
You should keep as much distance as you can from them.
Sorry, Mom.
Tell Uncle Avinash I couldn't take any pictures today.
Avinash has said to take no risks, Aliya.
Do whatever you can.
I know Uncle Avinash must be doing everything possible
to get me out of here.
I am desperately waiting.
I love you, Mom.
We have his picture, but how did he know it's us?
I have some more details on the family.
And more on the way.
This is very detailed.
And very precise.
Like a professional report.
Yes, I thought it would help you.
What do you do if I may ask?
I am a security consultant.
A freelancer.
A freelancer?
That is right.
As opposed to the Freelancer?
You guys have seen the pictures now. The family has reached Syria.
Men have started working,
and the women have started cleaning, cooking and praying.
Oh, they have?
Yes, that is how I have the pictures.
How do we know that's how you have them?
One of the family, a newly married daughter-in-law,
managed to send a text through to her father.
She has been deceived into accompanying her husband on his journey.
She is smart. She is educated.
And no one knows about her
establishing contact with anyone else.
She has taken these pictures
and will give more information.
She is an asset.
And I hope you agree she will be useful.
I am not asking for the impossible here.
Just help me get her out.
What about the others?
The others are there because they want to be there. Not her.
So, you mean milk the cow but then get her out.
Yes.
There has to be no sacrifice at the altar of collateral damage.
We are more worried about the pilot.
She will help you get him.
I will ensure that.
To have an uncontaminated asset in Syria
where they have a significant presence
is really big for you guys, isn't it?
It could be.
We'll have to get back to you on this, of course.
Of course.
Is there anything else?
Yes, but I will ignore that.
Ignore what?
Ignore the fact that you guys are desperately trying to play hard here.
Good day.
-Wow. -Well, I'll be goddamned.
Yeah.
We just looked like a couple of freshmen.
Yes?
Talking inside would be in everyone's best interest.
But who are you?
I am the guarantee of your daughter's safety.
Shall we?
Trying to inquire about your daughter
or planning to bring her back could be dangerous to her life.
Tell your cop friend to stop right away.
But he came to pay his condolences.
I understand he came here to grieve,
but why come to my house?
Why would he go to your house?
He did.
Didn't he tell you?
No.
I was present at Aliya and Mohsin's wedding.
I saw you there.
You didn't pretend that you didn't know me.
You actually didn't recognise me.
And that plays in your favour.
Either you know everything or you don't.
But your husband
attained martyrdom on the righteous path.
Your daughter is set out on the righteous path as well.
I would advise you to follow this path for your own good.
I pray five times a day.
When it comes to my faith, I don't need your advice.
The thing about necessity is
it doesn't come with a warning.
Goodbye.
Who is it?
Dr. Khan.
This is Raghavendra Setu from IB.
Aliya.
It's me.