A man who doesn't hesitate
to use his wife to serve his purpose...
he cares about no one.
What are you saying, Ismail?
There's a grand feast in Delhi at 11 o'clock tomorrow.
Do you know who will host it on behalf of Jamaat?
A feast?
Bomb blast.
Mr. Hafiz's wife.
Mr. Hafiz's wife?
But they both are here, at their house.
His third wife.
The plan being executed in Delhi tomorrow
is the responsibility of Hafiz's third wife, Sadia.
I asked him, with all due respect,
why he chose Sadia.
He said that it's Ikhlaq Khan's wish.
He said Mr. Ikhlaq must be right in deciding this.
Amjad, I've witnessed it.
Whenever there's some trouble,
he mentions Ikhlaq Khan.
-Mr. Ismail, come on. -Where, Amjad?
Please come.
Taxi, take care of him.
Mr. Ismail, you are absolutely safe here.
But until I come back,
please don't try to call or contact anyone.
Please.
Thank you, Amjad.
Where do I sit?
It's a huge space. You can sit anywhere.
-Yes, Farooq. -Sir.
There's going to be a bomb blast at 11 a.m. tomorrow in Delhi.
-Where... exactly in Delhi? -I don't know, sir.
But Hafiz's wife will host the feast.
Which one? He has two wives, doesn't he?
-Rukhsana and Ameera. -No, sir.
He got married for a third time.
Sadia is the name of his third wife.
How... is that possible?
We have no such information in any of our reports.
And there's no mention about it in your intel either.
Sir, even I'm shocked.
I just came to know that he has two wives.
Sadia.
-What is her full name? -I don't know, sir.
Where has she come from? Do you have her photo?
Negative, sir.
I'll try to gather some information by this evening.
Sir, Hafiz had called up. I'm going to meet him.
Avinash and Ruhani will be landing in Dubai now.
-Call me up once you come back. -Sir.
-Karan.
Hafiz has a third wife, Sadia.
No, sir. He has only two wives.
Rukhsana and Ameera.
You know the two ears that are attached to your head?
Use them to listen to people properly
and process the information before you deny it.
I wasn't asking you. I was telling you
that Hafiz has a third wife and her name is Sadia.
Now, please find out who she is and where she is from.
Thank you.
In the wake of Hindu-Muslim riots,
a curfew was imposed in Muzaffarnagar.
But riots continued in Muzaffarnagar on the third day too.
Six people died in separate incidents today.
In spite of the lockdown announced on the 5th,
incidents of violence and rape by the rioters
aren't coming to an end.
Move only when I ask you to.
Sister.
I can't run anymore.
-I can't. -Farah, stay strong. Stay strong.
Look at me.
You are my life, aren't you?
Stay brave.
Farah, come.
Come!
Sister! Sister!
No!
Farah!
Charlie, come in.
Come in, Bravo.
Package on the way. ETA to location in 20.
I repeat, ETA in 20.
Copy. Over and out.
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind, sir.
Sir, this is Surya Kumar.
He is in charge of your security.
Welcome, sir.
-Thank you. -This way.
Considering the fact that you are in charge of my security,
I suppose you are having restless nights.
Sir, we consider guests akin to God.
We feel fortunate to have you here.
-Please come. -Well said.
Keep him there. I will reach in some time.
-Yes, where is he? -Yes, sir.
Come.
He has high blood pressure.
The doctor asked me to feed him chocolates.
Sir, may I leave? I have some urgent work.
Urgent? What do you know.
Since when did you start keeping secrets from me?
You are the one who keeps secrets, sir.
You didn't even tell me that someone shot at you.
In spite of spending so many years with me,
did you not consider me worthy of it?
-No-- -Someone was detained in Old Delhi.
I will deal with him.
Tell me once you are done with this man.
We will have to inform the ATS.
Jai Hind, sir.
Saroj.
-Give me the cane. -Sir.
This is not right.
Stand up.
I said stand up!
What is this?
-It's... a stick. -Exactly.
Now you should answer my questions.
Or else, the edge of this stick will be on your behind
and stay in contact until I get answers from you.
Understood?
What sort of language is that?
I'm still speaking in Urdu.
If it doesn't work, I'll speak Hindustani.
Look, you are speaking to a Muslim, a minority--
Shut up, motherfucker!
You forcefully take women from here and get them married in other nations,
and you claim to be a Muslim!
Motherfucker!
-Look, you can't do this-- -Hey, hold him.
I'll use this stick on...
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind, sir.
How are you?
When did you hang him?
It has been more than half an hour.
Did I ask you?
Sorry, sir.
Sir, it has been more than half an hour.
Are you enjoying yourself?
I'm asking you.
No, sir.
Did you undertake the contract to kill Himmat Singh?
Who's Himmat Singh?
The man whom you guys shot at around Red Fort, motherfucker.
Sir, we were asked to threaten a businessman of Karol Bagh.
They gave us the car number, route and timing.
They told us to fire twice or thrice and leave.
It was a contract for Rs. 50,000, sir.
Who fired?
Sir, one of my brother-in-law Shaukat's relatives.
He is a shooter from Karachi.
They wanted someone from another country, sir.
Now where is he?
Sir, I swear I have no idea.
He is missing since two days.
I'm also looking for him. He has a habit of absconding.
He's crazy, sir.
Who gave you the contract?
Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir, I'll tell you! I'll tell you!
-Will they come with us? -Yes.
I have another wish, Mr. Bakhtiyar. You...
-Greetings, sir. -Greetings, Rashid.
Come.
Meet him.
He is Bakhtiyar Khan. He is the former DG of this place.
Whenever I lose something, I ask him for help.
And Bakhtiyar Khan has never disappointed me.
He found Abu too.
He has a great track record.
You're embarrassing me, Mr. Hafiz.
Bakhtiyar, this is Rashid.
We were talking about him.
Greetings, sir.
Greetings.
Mr. Hafiz, I know that I need to execute
the task that you've assigned me.
Thank you.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Where's Ismail, Rashid?
I don't know, Mr. Hafiz.
When I called him in the morning, he was on his way to meet you.
His phone is switched off since then.
Tomorrow is a very important day for us, Rashid.
Ismail vanishing in such a situation
will be a problem for us.
-Let me do this. I'll-- -Sonya.
Where's Sonya?
She... must be with Mr. Ismail, Mr. Hafiz.
Where can they possibly go? It's such a small world.
And for Bakhtiyar Khan, it's smaller.
Yes.
Anyway...
I called you because we need to go to Islamabad tomorrow.
I have made your travel arrangements.
We'll be catching a flight tomorrow at 10:00.
-Why Islamabad, Mr. Hafiz? -Why?
Do you have a problem?
No. Not at all.
Islamabad is a very beautiful place.
I also like it because Delhi seems closer from there.
-You will like it. -Okay.
Ms. Sadia is from Islamabad, right?
Mr. Ismail told me.
I wasn't aware.
What else did Ismail tell you?
He told me that you got married to her last year.
What do you know about Jamaat and Noor Mohammed?
Who's Noor Mohammed, sir?
How do you know Noor Mohammed?
After the riots in Muzaffarnagar in 2013,
we got a message from Pakistan and Jamaat.
Mr. Noor had made a request.
He wanted an innocent and oppressed girl,
who was a victim in the riots.
He wanted to get one of his commanders married to that victim
and wanted to set an example of humanity and magnanimity.
He wanted to publicise how our people are ill-treated
in India.
It didn't take much time.
We found an innocent and oppressed woman.
She had only one condition.
Wherever she goes,
her younger sister should be with her.
Was the woman's name Sadia?
Yes.
It was Sadia Qureshi.
The commander whom she was married to...
-Is his name Hafiz? -No.
It was not Hafiz.
-Was it him? -Yes, it was him.
But his name is not Hafiz.
Rashid, you know I wasn't interested in this wedding.
But who can say no to Mr. Ikhlaq?
Mr. Ikhlaq spoke about it. And Mr. Ikhlaq
made the arrangements.
Amjad, I have witnessed it.
Whenever there's some trouble, he mentions Ikhlaq Khan.
If God wishes, tomorrow in Baku,
you will meet that member of Jamaat,
who has kept us united.
Yes. Yes, Mr. Ikhlaq Khan.
But...
It's too hot here.
Mr. Ikhlaq invited you to his car to sign.
My boss says that it was a pleasure meeting Mr. Ikhlaq,
and he has a good sense of humour.
Thank you.
Where are you lost, Rashid?
His name is not Hafiz.
This is Ikhlaq Khan.
Hey, look at him carefully.
Okay.
Yes, sir. This is Ikhlaq Khan.
I was present at that wedding.
Even I was shocked,
because, until then, I was told some other name.
After that, the priest informed Sadia about the identity
of the groom to introduce him before the mahr was given.
His name was Ikhlaq Khan.
Ikhlaq Khan, son of Aslam Khan.
-Chair... -Sir?
-Bring me a chair. -Yes.
I don't know, Mr. Hafiz.
I am feeling unwell. I'll take your leave.
Good night, Rashid. I'll meet you tomorrow.
If God wills, tomorrow will be the best day of our lives.
Why, Mr. Hafiz? What's so special tomorrow?
Your questions don't end.
Forgive me.
Tomorrow, a long-standing dream of Mr. Ikhlaq
is going to come true.
-If God wills. -If God wills.
-Yes, sir. -Where's Ismail?
-He's having noodles, sir. -Shoot him and leave!
-What? -Shoot him and leave.
-Sir, it's done. -Leave for Oman.
Don't come back until you get my message.
Okay, sir.
Go, go, go.
-Check the security camera. -Yes, sir.
-Good night, Mr. Zaheer. -Good night, Mansoor.
Smoking is injurious to health, Mr. Mansoor.
Days passed And I didn't even miss you
But it's not that I have forgotten you
-How are you? -Don't get me started.
I am struggling in order to protect you all.
Where's the threat from?
This time around, it's astonishing, Mansoor.
Both the guest and the threat are from Pakistan.
No kidding...
Just a minute.
Excuse me.
-Hello. -This is Himmat Singh speaking.
-Tell me. -There are two inputs for you.
The first one is that the blast
is scheduled to take place at 11 a.m. tomorrow.
The second is that this attack will be made by an Indian woman.
Sadia Qureshi. She lives in Muzaffarnagar.
I'll send the rest of the details to you via WhatsApp.
That's good. Thanks.
Also, you asked me
if I still think that Ikhlaq Khan exists.
Let me tell you that I have found Ikhlaq Khan.
Congrats. I'll wait for your message.
-Bye. -Is everything okay?
Absolutely.
Hey, it's too late.
Take rest. I'll meet you tomorrow.
-Good night. -Good night.
-Hey, guys. - Hey.
-Sir. -Here.
Thank you.
-Sir, Hafiz is Ikhlaq Khan. -Hafiz is Ikhlaq Khan.
-Where are the other two? -They are here, sir.
Put your phone on speaker.
Sir, Hafiz has told me to go to Islamabad with him tomorrow.
Then go on an outing.
He fooled us big time.
This is the least we can do for him.
If we plan an operation to eliminate Ikhlaq Khan,
-do we have the funds, Ruhani? -No, sir.
Logistics and support, Avinash?
Negative, sir. We need to do everything by ourselves.
What about Taxi?
Sir, Ismail is dead and Taxi is underground.
When is your flight scheduled to leave for Islamabad, Farooq?
Sir, it's at 10 a.m. tomorrow.
So... do you want to do it?
-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
-Are you sure? -Sure, sir!
Get some rest. I'll call you back.
I'll try to get the approval from higher authorities.
Okay, sir.
-Come later. -Okay, sir.
Himmat Singh.
Hello, sir. How are you?
I'm fine. What made you call me?
Actually, you know the operation we were conducting, sir.
We have got a big breakthrough.
So I thought of updating you.
Why should you update me?
You stopped our funding, sir.
Now you need to arrange for it,
so I have to give you the update, sir.
We require Rs. 25 lakh, sir. It's on an urgent basis.
Why will I arrange your funding, Himmat?
Not you, sir. You just inform our minister, Ms. Sujata Thapar.
She will arrange it immediately.
You listen to her, sir. I saw it during the inquiry.
When I tried to say something about the tech deal on camera,
you stopped me immediately.
Now that you obey her so much, she'll obey you as well.
I'll text you an account number.
Please get this done first thing in the morning.
What if I don't?
The goons whom the minister had hired to scare me,
they are hanging in Daryaganj police station right now.
Bye.
Thank you, ma'am.
Tell me, Mr. Chaddha.
Ms. Sujata, there is a small problem.
Really?
Wow, Himmat!
This is big. Really big.
Nineteen years.
The world kept laughing.
They termed my investigation... a theory.
But you never... I mean...
You know... you never doubted me.
You are amazing.
Thanks, Saroj.
I didn't have an option. I'm your wife.
Yes, that's... true.
I'm proud of you. Really.
-Morning, sir. -Morning.
Sir, a transfer of Rs. 25 lakh has been made
to our Dena Bank account this morning.
Good. Contact Ruhani.
Get the money transferred immediately.
Yes, sir.
Mic check, one, two, three.
Mic check, one, two
-three... -Sir.
Naik has reached the hotel.
He is being taken to the control room.
-Copy. -Hello!
Keep looking, god damn it! Over.
-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.
We will stop at the holding area first.
The journalists are still settling in.
-As you wish. -Please come.
Mister.
Please order something to eat.
Get some medicines too.
It is getting very late.
Otherwise, get me a chocolate.
Motherfucker! A bomb will go off under our asses,
and you want to have a chocolate?
Look at the screen.
Why don't you understand?
I am really in pain.
Shall I explain it to you?
Look at the screen.
Sir, please wait here. I'll see you in the auditorium.
Okay.
Mansoor.
All okay?
All okay.
She is Mr. Zaheer's guest.
-I'll take her inside. -Sure.
I'll tell you what...
Are you missing Juhi?
A lot.
No problem.
You will not miss Juhi after I save you
when you get caught in a while.
ETA 20 minutes.
Copy.
Take this. Your tea is here.
Drink the tea.
Hey!
Shit!
-Mr. Surya, come in. -Come in.
Sir, there is a problem.
Fuck!
Excuse me.
Sister.
Hello?
Naik is dead, Himmat Singh.
What?
He had a heart attack.
Sister, why are you crying?
Nothing.
But you cry only when I'm injured.
Listen, dear. All you have to do is,
when a man comes from there
and sits in the chair in the middle,
you have to press that button.
-Rashid. -Yes, Mr. Hafiz.
-This meeting is important for us. -Yes.
It is important for Jamaat and for you too.
Yes, Mr. Hafiz.
Yes, tell me.
Mr. Hafiz.
The man sitting next to you, claiming to be Rashid,
is an agent from India.
And his real name is Farooq.
Thank you.
-Farooq. -Yes.
ETA... Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
Shit.
Sir.
Ikhlaq Khan.
Ikhlaq.
You... Aren't you the same guy?
I am impressed.
I heard that you were the only person
who believed that I exist.
I was alone.
But that was sufficient.
This is what is called style.
You can rejoice for the time being.
But I'm the one who is going to win, eventually.
I know, Ikhlaq.
That you've sent Sadia over here.
You don't know anything.
Here is my final move.
Check... mate...
Give his phone to Ruhani.
Evacuate immediately.
Over and out.
You don't know anything.
Here is my final move.
-Hello? -Someone is helping them.
Someone from Mr. Zaheer's team is helping them, sir.
Sir? Hello.
Mansoor.
You are heading towards the exit.
What is the hurry?
Sir, I've hacked Ikhlaq's phone.
Scan it. Photo gallery, mail,
WhatsApp, everything.
I want pictures of both the sisters.
-Quick. -Copy.
Sir.
Their chief security officer, Mansoor--
Go to the CCTV control room. I'll send you the images.
Okay.
-Ruhani, status? -Looking, sir.
-Can I help? -Just stay quiet.
Our special guest
whose efforts to bring about peace and harmony
has earned him a fan following in both nations...
Sir, I got a copy of a Dubai passport.
It is issued in the name of Sadia Qureshi.
And there's an image of Farah Qureshi.
I'm uploading it now.
Okay. Sir.
I'm sending across two photographs.
Search for them in the audience.
And please be careful.
They are both armed and dangerous.
Please welcome Mr. Zaheer Raza.
This day won't just make history,
but it will herald a new beginning
in the relationship between India and Pakistan.
She is Mr. Zaheer's guest.
-I will take her inside. -Sure.
There she is.
The students of UK Public School will now felicitate...
Listen, dear. All you have to do is,
when a man comes from there
and sits in the chair in the middle,
you have to press that button.
I offer a warm welcome to the guests,
diplomats and the ministers.
Farah.
Come on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
before we begin this memorable and wonderful event,
I have an important announcement.
Paging for Sadia Qureshi.
I repeat. Paging for Sadia Qureshi.
Your younger sister, Farah, is waiting for you in the lounge.
Thank you.
Sister!
Sir. They're clean.
What?
What do you mean?
They don't have any bomb or suicide vest, sir.
They're clean.
It won't hurt, right, sister?
They both are clean, Himmat Singh.
Of course.
Sanitize and seal Mansoor's room.
And I think that you should allow those two sisters...
to go, sir.
They aren't a threat to you.
Bye.