-Hello. -Greetings, Amjad.
Abu Hassan calling from heaven. Is everything all right?
Bravo! Great job! Wonderful!
But I left my phone there.
-Hamid? -Amjad.
As per the call records of this phone,
Abu Hassan and you
kept talking over the phone till his death
and kept hatching some conspiracy.
Yet you lied to Mr. Ismail
that it had been ages since you met Abu.
Why is that, Amjad?
-What do you want? -Courier charges.
It's my wish to have this phone delivered to you.
Otherwise, who knows what trouble one will land in.
-How much do you want? -$50,000.
I'll call you in an hour.
Hamid. Hamid?
-How's my tiger doing? -I'm screwed, Mr. Taxi.
Now, listen to me carefully.
Mr. Hamid.
We should go straight to Mr. Ismail.
Let's find out if I underestimated the price of his lie
or overestimated it.
First, I'll take the payment from Amjad
and then from Mr. Ismail.
If two ATMs are beckoning me, why should I go to just one?
Yes.
You needn't worry. I'll look into it.
We're bound to come up with a solution.
If God wills.
-Greetings, Mr. Hafiz. -Greetings, Ismail.
Mr. Ikhlaq was asking what we should do.
Those bloody swines have wrecked all our plans.
All our bank accounts have been frozen.
All businesses and investments of Jamaat have been frozen.
-The bomb blast in Rawalpindi-- -Mr. Noor wasn't behind it.
Jamaat had nothing to do with that blast, Ismail.
So, for the Baku oil field deal that's taking place tomorrow,
we can't use Jamaat's company, Mr. Hafiz.
That's why I called for you, Ismail.
What should we do?
If we don't go through with this deal tomorrow,
well, I hope you know how Russians tend to be.
Don't worry, Mr. Hafiz.
We'll close this deal tomorrow through another company.
Do you have one in mind?
There's a holding company that Amjad Sharif owns.
Its valuation is excellent. It even has great subsidiaries.
I think it would be apt for this deal.
Amjad Sharif...
Isn't that the guy linked to demonetisation?
That's right.
You know him for quite some time, don't you?
That's right.
Tell me something about his bad habits, Ismail.
What, Mr. Hafiz?
Ismail.
Two people cannot know each other inside out
until they know about each other's bad habits.
Well, I'd have let you know that if he had just one bad habit.
Amjad has so many flaws
that the Devil himself would be ashamed of his misdeeds.
The operation is on the verge of completion, sir.
We almost have Ikhlaq Khan in our custody.
What on earth do you mean, Himmat Singh?
What exactly do you know about him?
You're just chasing a name, a theory.
You're just building castles in the air!
Exactly!
You don't even know how he looks.
And even Osama bin Laden
was killed after being captured, which took only ten years.
Tell me something.
If this person called Ikhlaq Khan really exists
and he hasn't been caught in 19 long years,
don't you think, Himmat Singh,
it raises a question on your competence?
Actually, sir,
everyone believed that there is someone called Osama bin Laden.
But despite the passage of 19 years,
neither the government, Delhi Police,
ATS, IB, CBI
nor any motherfucker is ready to believe
that Ikhlaq Khan really exists.
Sorry.
One tends to lose control in the heat of the moment.
-Mathur, remember... -Sir.
...we'll have to beep the curse word.
Sir, we can even mute it.
Then beep it first and mute it.
Okay, sir.
Himmat, you gave a requisition of Rs. 50 lakh to us.
-Urgently? -Yes, sir.
The operation is on its last leg, so we'll be needing money for it.
How is that going to be possible?
I mean... till now...
this enquiry...
Sir, please.
For such a meagre amount,
please don't shut down the operation of this scale--
Fifty!
You think Rs. 50 lakh is a meagre amount, Himmat Singh?
In 2011, sir,
I was in Russia.
The Telecom Minister back then was the honourable Sujata Thapar.
-Did my name come up anywhere? -No, ma'am.
It will.
And, Mr. Chaddha, when my name comes up,
you'll have to take care of me.
There...
-there was a tech deal-- -Hey...
There is no need to digress, Himmat.
Just stick to the audit.
Talking about random things is of no use.
Yes.
I agree with Mr. Chaddha.
We're going to end the proceedings for the day here. Thank you.
Okay.
Thank you, sir.
Okay, sir.
Excuse me, sir.
Last week, we had intercepted a call.
It was from Colombo, Sri Lanka.
When the call package was tracked with the help of the software,
it was found
that the call was made from Karachi.
The caller talked about random things first.
Then at one point of time, he said,
Brother, we'll meet in Sham.
Let's have a feast there next week.
The kids will be there well in advance.
"Brother, we'll meet in Sham.
"Let's have a feast there next week."
-You two know that "Sham" means-- -Delhi.
-"Feast"... -Bomb blast.
Exactly, sir.
Someone was talking about causing a bomb blast in Delhi in that call.
"The kids will be there well in advance."
Well, that line is self-explanatory.
We ran the profile, sir.
That is someone from Jamaat.
Maybe... I hope so.
I might just be right.
Okay, so, what are we doing about it?
What can we possibly do, sir?
All this is nothing but castles in the air, right?
Good day.
Yes, Mr. Taxi?
There are three people, including Hamid, in the Yacht Club.
-How's the weather there? -It's hot.
There's not a soul in sight.
How many cars are there?
Zero.
But is there any guarantee that Hamid still has Abu's phone?
Mr. Taxi, I don't know why, but I have a feeling that he does.
I'll call you.
-What is it, Hamid? -Amjad.
I hope my money is ready.
I'm on my way to the bank. I'll call you in half an hour.
-Yes, Mr. Ismail? -Where are you, Amjad?
Well, I'm on my way to a meeting.
Mr. Hafiz wants to meet you this evening.
Cancel everything and come to Al Ubeira.
-Mr. Hafiz... -Yes, yes. Leave at once.
You'll meet Sonya at the jetty.
Okay? Bye.
But, Mr. Ismail...
Fuck!
-Purse. -Why?
No.
Oh, no.
I didn't do anything. Those were sir's orders.
Where is he?
-So, Karan... -Sir.
What's the status?
Sir, everyone is getting mad at me.
What kind of a test is this?
It's very important to warm up before a match.
This is the biggest operation of our lives.
Everyone has to be physically and mentally
up to the mark.
Are you done testing everyone?
No, sir, Juhi's test is about to start.
-Where is this? -In Russia, sir.
What's she doing?
I think she's ready.
-Any news on Farooq? -No, sir.
-Where are you? -Mr. Ismail,
I just have to sign one more document.
I'll be there in ten minutes.
Okay. Be quick.
Hello. Please sit.
-You sit too. -Sure.
How are you?
I'm good, ma'am, by God's grace.
-So, how is everything? -Great, ma'am.
How's everyone at home?
Everyone's doing well, ma'am.
Would you like to have something?
-Hey, there! -No, no...
I don't want anything.
-Coffee? -No, thank you.
-Sure? -Yes, yes. Sure.
Well, Pari's boyfriend,
his family, his relatives...
Do you have all the information on them?
Well, ma'am, sir said
-that-- -Yes, yes. Of course, of course.
I didn't call you here regarding that.
I need a favour, Abbas.
Come on, ma'am...
Just give me the order.
Himmat was attacked yesterday.
You should be aware of that, right?
That's why I've called you here.
Yes.
Do you know, Abbas,
that he's only two years away from his retirement?
He won't be quitting his job before that, you know.
I hope these two years just fly by.
Then we will... we'll move to Nainital.
Himmat refuses to agree to it...
but I'll be able to convince him.
-No... I mean... -Ma'am.
Nothing will happen to Mr. Himmat.
Don't worry about it.
Now I won't worry about it.
-Thank you. -It's okay.
-Yes, Abbas? -Extremely sorry, ma'am.
It's a bit urgent. I need to meet you for a few minutes.
You can call up Mr. Gupta tomorrow morning.
Forgive me, ma'am, but it's really very urgent.
It's regarding the problem pertaining to Russia.
Just two minutes, please.
Come to the office this evening.
Thank you, ma'am.
How are you, you cunt?
Didn't I ask you to take care of Himmat Singh?
You can't do one thing right, can you?
What do you mean you're in the hospital?
How did you get diarrhoea?
You ass! You should've called!
What the hell do I do with your apologies now?
You jackass!
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Look straight ahead.
-I'm just looking... -No!
By the way, what we bought...
This...
Hey...
-Farah. -Please.
Last one. I won't ask you to buy me anything else. Promise. Please!
It's the last one.
I won't ask you to buy me anything else.
Please?
Please...
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I won't buy you any more dresses, okay?
Hello.
Motherfucker, didn't I ask you not to leave the room?
-Where the hell are you? -I've come to the mall.
You cunt! What the hell are you doing at the mall?
You're flying too fucking high!
Don't hurl abuses at me, motherfucker!
Order one chicken pizza and one chicken burger!
I'm coming!
What did he say, Mr. Lallan?
What would he have said? He's screwed now.
He's coming. Don't laugh!
How the hell did he get out?
-I'm not a CCTV camera-- -Shut up!
CCTV...
How are you?
A bit hungry.
Well, let's grab something to eat.
After the meet?
Ask Mr. Sharma
to find a solution to this matter.
You know the High Command
won't tolerate any irresponsibility in this regard.
It's about development.
-Okay, it'll be done. Bye. -Goodbye...
Jai Hind, ma'am.
-How are you, Abbas? -I'm good, ma'am.
-Sorry. You're really busy and I... -No, no.
Well, there was... It's okay.
What brings you here?
Ma'am, you said that we need to keep an eye on Himmat Singh.
That we need to have him followed.
-Yes, so? -So...
Didn't I ask you to talk to Mr. Gupta?
He'll take care of the expenses.
Yes, well, I've had a word with him.
-The work-- -So, what's the problem?
Ma'am, there was an attack on Himmat Singh yesterday.
So?
So, ma'am,
you said that you want someone to keep an eye on Himmat Singh.
Fine. I did that.
But, if Himmat Singh's life lands in danger
without me having information on it...
Well, forgive me, ma'am, my name is Abbas Sheikh.
I promise you
that if someone even thinks of this, I'll torture him so much
that he'll spend the rest of his life
on medicines and prayers.
You people need to stay away from Himmat Singh.
Goodbye.
Where were you, pal?
We had been waiting for you since forever.
Sorry, Mr. Ismail.
Let's go.
If God wills. Goodbye.
Greetings, Mr. Hafiz.
Greetings, Amjad.
You two go ahead and talk.
I'm right here. Call me if you need me, Mr. Hafiz.
Thank you, Ismail.
Amjad Sharif...
Your name is Amjad, isn't it?
Pardon me, Mr. Hafiz, but...
-didn't your men tell you all that? -Who?
Well, the ones you were talking to over the phone just now.
Those who are searching my flat right now.
-Did you get offended? -No, Mr. Hafiz.
Had I been in your place, I'd have done the same.
Do you want to take my place?
That's... that's not what I meant, Mr. Hafiz.
You had helped me three years ago...
during demonetisation.
Why?
Mr. Hafiz.
Mr. Hafiz, my real name isn't Amjad Sharif.
The passport your men are looking at in my flat is fake.
Amjad is an alias of mine. That's how I live here in Dubai,
run my business and offer help to people like you.
But Amjad Sharif is not my real name, Mr. Hafiz.
My real name is Rashid Malik.
I used to work for Indian Mujahideen with Riyaz.
Mr. Hafiz, meeting you is not only my destiny
but also a compulsion.
-This one? -Yes.
My men aren't just looking inside your flat.
They are extracting all details on you, Rashid.
Sir, there's traffic in Farooq's green file.
-What do you mean? -Sir, please...
Sir, this is chicken feed to gain trust.
We created a backdated foolproof alibi
and identity for Farooq under the name Rashid Malik.
Association with IM, the works.
And we had decided that he'll use it only when...
Farooq is with Hafiz.
Will you work for me?
Just give me the order, Mr. Hafiz. I can give my life for you.
For the time being, all I need is your company.
And may I never have to take your life.
Please pray for that.
I was supposed to buy an oil company in Baku tomorrow.
All the formalities were done.
But there was a small problem,
and now I can't do this deal with the help of our company.
Ismail suggested that, for the time being,
I should do this deal through your company.
The money will be transferred to your company,
and you'll be making the deal.
And when the time comes,
you'll sell this company to me.
Pricing, profit, formalities,
Ismail will take care of everything.
Do you agree to it, Rashid?
You're embarrassing me by asking me that, Mr. Hafiz.
Are you aware of what my real work is, Rashid?
Yes, a little.
And to be honest, seeing your passion
and zeal for our people and our religion
is immensely inspiring, Mr. Hafiz.
Jamaat's plans for Kashmir are very important for me.
And people like you are important for Jamaat, Rashid.
If God wills, tomorrow, in Baku, you'll meet that link of Jamaat's
which keeps all of us together.
Ismail.
You like Ismail's Sonya?
Her clothes were there in your flat.
It's evident that she didn't send them there for laundry.
-Ismail. -Yes?
You were right about him.
He has many flaws.
It's good.
When is Zaigham's daughter's wedding?
Tomorrow, Mr. Hafiz.
We're going to Baku tomorrow,
so let's take part in their celebrations as well.
Certainly.
Let's wait for some time, Karan. He'll definitely contact...
-Where's Pari? -What?
Pari? She has gone to Tina's house
-for night studies. -Hey, you... you...
-Come on... -I can't understand you.
Night studies aren't right, you know.
What?
Don't you remember our night studies?
Bye.
What the...
I'll be back in a bit. Okay?
-All okay, sir? -All fine. All fine.
Surprise!
-Hi! -Happy birthday!
-Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Yes, Saroj? It's nothing. She's with some friends.
I think it's a surprise birthday party.
Okay.
By the way, where are you?
In the... in the office.
Himmat? Is that true?
I'll be leaving in a bit. Bye.
Thank you. Thank you.
-Thank you. -Happy birthday.
-Thank you. -Your phone is blinking.
I better make this call.
Guys. Hush! It's Dad's call. Please!
Hello. Hi, Dad.
Hi, dear. Where are you?
At Tina's place, Dad.
Didn't Mom tell you that we're doing night studies?
Oh, yes! She did tell me that.
I forgot.
I'm getting old, you see.
Yeah. See you, then.
You grew up so bloody fast.
Sorry, Dad, I didn't hear you. What?
Nothing... Well... I was just saying...
I... I miss you.
-Good night, dear. -Okay. Good night, Dad. Bye.
-What happened? -Nothing.
My dad just got a little weird. Never mind.
-Beer? -No, I'm good. Thanks.
-Have it. -No, pal, I don't want it.
Fine.
-Let's go, then. -Let's go.
Sir.
-How are you? -Fit and fine, sir.
Sir, I met Hafiz today.
How was it?
Sir, today, after a long time...
I felt a little scared.
Fear is a good thing, Farooq.
It keeps you level-headed and on your toes.
You're the limit, sir.
You find something good even in the worst of things.
Sir, we're leaving for Baku tomorrow.
The location is Fali Oil Fields.
Everyone will gather for the signing and takeover.
Sir, Hafiz hinted that even Ikhlaq Khan will be there.
Sir, this is a golden opportunity.
We can't let Ikhlaq Khan slip from our grasp, sir.
I'll gather everyone.
-When will you be leaving? -11 o'clock.
Will our team be able to reach there, sir?
Yes, absolutely. Everyone's on standby.
Sir, Hafiz has his eye on me.
Abu's incident was pretty recent. He's very alert.
-Congratulations for getting Abu. -Thank you, sir.
Sir, tell the team not to take them lightly.
I'll be coordinating this op myself tomorrow.
I'll be needing your location.
Sir, I'll try to do something about it.
Be ready for the transmission.
I'll contact you only when I'm 100% sure
that Ikhlaq Khan is coming there.
-Good night. -Good night, Farooq.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Who did all this? -Mr. Hafiz's men.
Why?
He just wanted to know about me.
He could've asked me, you know.
What was the need to do all this?
I swear...
Really... He could've asked you, couldn't he?
Absolutely.
By the way, he knows about us.
What rubbish.
-Yes. -How?
You had left your clothes here for laundry, right?
That's it. That was a dead giveaway.
-Happy? -Thank you.
Always be happy.
I'll be back in a bit.
Brother, we'll meet in Sham.
Let's have a feast there next week.
The kids will be there well in advance.