(heroic musical intro)
(muezzin reciting prayers)
(intense music)
Interesting location for a meeting like this.
Well...
death can be a beautiful reminder
of how precious life is.
Getting my hands on this
was particularly tricky.
(tense music)
(unzips file)
Also, I normally do not come to Pakistan.
But you insisted.
And something dangerous like this
had to be hand-delivered.
(closing zip)
By the way, uh,
I intend to catch the 6 p.m.
out of Islamabad today.
If God wills,
you will.
I see you managed to find what I was looking for.
Is this it?
Barry Greig's bat?
India versus England.
1977.
How many men did you have to kill for this?
Eden Gardens.
England were five down.
India's Fab Four were in their prime.
And then Barry Greig
comes out to bat.
All of us...
the whole of Pakistan was cheering for Captain Greig
as he scored a majestic 103.
I still remember.
Yeah.
On the radio.
(radio commentary) A beautiful cover drive by Barry Greig...
Bedi's flighted ball.
- A fabulous cover drive. - (radio commentary continues)
What a shot!
Chandra's googly. He played a sweep shot.
Another four.
And Prasanna's ball...
He played it straight over the bowler for another four.
And then down the wicket...
Huh? And...
(radio commentary) A six over cover!
(radio static)
And you know...
it was a bloody good innings.
(music intensifies)
(man shouts) Who walks with his head held high?
(soldiers) Baloch! Baloch!
(man) Who's the pride of Pakistan?
- (boys) Baloch! Baloch! - (man) Stop!
(dramatic music)
Zorawar!
- Zorawar! - (boy speaking)
(Zorawar) "Be it the splendour of kingship
"or the show of the republic.
"Be it a declaration of war or an outpouring of emotions,
"If it is separated from religion and politics,
"it becomes a farce."
That was amazing.
(sensual dramatic music)
In only six months,
along with Physics,
your language has also become better.
All thanks to Ms. Mariam, Dad.
(Ashfaq) Yes. Ms. Mariam.
Mariam ma'am is a treasure trove of knowledge.
(boy) Zorawar, the cricket pitch is ready.
Come on.
Bye, ma'am.
(Mariam gasps)
(thudding)
(Ashfaq moaning, Mariam panting)
In political families, marriages are not arranged by matching hearts,
but through negotiations.
Look at my luck.
I got a wife
who has neither talent
nor charm.
Don't be sad.
You are the head of this family.
Everybody respects your authority.
And Zorawar loves you dearly.
- And you? - Wildly.
(knock at door)
(door opens)
Colonel, Lau called.
He said the gift is ready.
(suspenseful music)
Shit!
- (Ashfaq in Mandarin) Hello, Mr. Lau. - Hello.
(automated voice) Upload successful.
(Lau continues speaking)
Perfect.
Colonel, one important thing.
(suspenseful music continues)
Sir.
It's urgent.
(Paresh) Where is this intel from?
(man) Abbottabad. Agent Mariam, sir.
The expert analysis is attached, right?
No, sir. A similar report
is already available in our IB archives.
From 1978.
But the report is classified, sir.
Then get it de-classified. Tell them I need it.
Access has been denied to you, sir.
What!
Have you lost your mind?
Is access to the R&AW chief denied?
Don't I have the highest security clearance in India?
Yes, sir.
Only two people outrank you.
One is the Prime Minister.
And...
And him.
(intense music)
(siren wails)
NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR
Good evening, sir.
I am sorry for coming to your house at this time.
You want to know
why that report is classified, right?
Because in 1978,
I wrote that report.
Any concern?
Yes, sir.
The concern is that this man has the blueprints
of a secret nuclear plant.
Colonel Ashfaq.
He's an anti-Indian hardliner in the Pakistan Army.
Do you know him?
Sir, for the past year, one of my deep undercover agents
has been directly involved with him.
And she sent this intel.
Her name is Shrishti Chaturvedi.
Sir, I am unable to understand that,
if Colonel Ashfaq wanted to make an illegal nuclear weapon
without his own army's knowledge,
then why is he using
the blueprints of 1978 in 2025?
And those blueprints
were in the report you wrote, sir.
Because...
in 1978,
I was posted in Pakistan.
(crowd clamouring)
I haven't come here
to give a speech.
I have come here to talk to you.
A heart-to-heart talk.
So that we can understand
that this land that we have nurtured with our blood
has to be protected at all costs!
We acquired this country
in the name of Allah.
- (man) Long live... - (crowd) The revolution!
- Long live... - Pakistan!
That's why whoever prays to Allah, the Almighty,
with all his heart and soul
and becomes a true devotee of the Prophet
will be victorious!
Only he can make a new Pakistan a reality!
- Long live... - (crowd) The revolution.
- (Zia) Long live... - (crowd) The revolution!
- Long live... - The revolution!
- Long live... - Pakistan!
(NSA) Zia did not consider himself a human being but a messiah.
A messiah who wanted the destruction of India.
(man) Sir.
We suspect General Zia
did not call the Atomic Energy Commission Chief, Dr. Ayub Khan,
from Vienna to Islamabad
to fix their chemical plant, sir.
We believe that Zia wants Dr. Khan
to build Pakistan's first nuclear bomb.
Yes, sir.
See. Zia and Ayub Khan in Vienna.
A nuclear bomb at Zia's disposal!
This will not be a weapon to protect Pakistan.
It will be a weapon to destroy India.
Yes, sir.
We cannot endure a catastrophe like Hiroshima, Mehra.
I know this is not the time to express outrage.
But we can adopt a wise strategy, sir.
What do you have in mind?
A covert operation, sir.
I have
a trump card.
(suspenseful music)
Your mission is to stop Pakistan's nuclear programme.
How and where the bomb is being made,
and what the possibility of covertly stopping this programme is.
You have to find that out.
Look, Adhir.
To make this mission successful,
all the planets will have to come together.
Rahu, Ketu and all.
Because that dictator
will cross all limits to make this bomb.
I'm ready to cross all limits to make India successful, sir.
But with due respect,
I won't be able to do this work sitting in Delhi.
I know.
Before sending you to Pakistan,
it is my duty to inform you
that, during Zia's rule, many of my agents went to Pakistan...
but none of them returned.
Sir!
I was undercover,
but my posting was absolutely real.
I joined the Indian Embassy in Islamabad
as a sports and culture attaché
under Joint Secretary Aaron Bharucha.
Even my future boss had no idea
what I came to do in Islamabad.
(female reporter) Another ruthless attack on Islamabad and Pakistan.
Discussions on border tensions
between General Zia and the Afghan mujahideen have failed.
With every passing day,
a peaceful resolution to this issue seems more difficult.
(Bharucha) Where the hell is...
Adhir.
You forgot Kapil Dev's visa!
Kapil who, sir?
Kapil Dev!
The new fast bowler from Haryana.
In two months,
he'll make his debut for India in Faisalabad.
How will he come here without a visa, huh?
By running?
Come on, sir. He sure is a fast bowler,
but he can't run all the way here, sir.
(all laugh)
(Bharucha) Shut up!
Everyone is only concerned about lunch breaks or Diwali breaks.
Don't forget you have to work, too.
It is the job of this embassy to understand
when General Zia will lose it and pass a new order.
Excuse me. Hello.
Is there some important work?
Ms. Jyoti Chaturvedi, BA, LLB.
(clears throat) Mrs. Jyoti Chaturvedi, MA, LLM, sir.
And I'm doing your work.
I am taking note
of the new punishments that General Zia has added
to the Pakistani Constitution.
Tomorrow, if ISI men barge into your house and say,
"Show us your hand. We want to cut it..."
Then you should know your rights.
(Adhir coughs, clears throat)
I want that visa in 24 hours.
Yeah. Sure, sir.
At your service, sir!
(Jyoti giggles)
"At your service."
Well, you are the only one in this embassy
who gives it back to Mr. Bharucha smartly.
Yes. Because I'm the only one
who actually works, Adhir.
Like you, I don't pretend to work.
And anyway,
who's away from the office most of the time?
Jyoti, I...
I have to drop off and pick up my son from school.
Then I have to drop him off at his classes.
You don't know about my responsibilities.
"Responsibilities!"
You don't have children in Islamabad.
Where... Sit down.
And read this Indian...
Pakistani Constitution.
And what do you mean "away from the office"?
(woman over speaker) Children travelling in school bus should go ahead.
Come on, Dad.
Who names their son Bharat
and takes a posting in Pakistan?
Now, in the school play, they want me to play Jinnah.
Hey!
What you have done is not right, Dad.
- Oh, come on. - Everyone teases me.
"Bharat, are you from Bharat?"
And I tell them, "No, I am from India."
(man) Long live... Afghanistan!
(gunshots)
(children screaming)
(gunshots)
(boy screams) Help!
(screams) Help!
(gunshots continue)
Bharat, listen to me. Stay here. Don't move. Okay?
- Yes, Dad. - Don't move, son. Stay here.
Stay here. Okay?
Dad!
(boy screams) Help me!
Help! Help!
Help me. Please help me.
Come out, son. Come out.
Head down... Keep your head down.
(gunshots)
(intense music)
(gunshots)
Bharat, move back.
(gunshots)
(cop) Catch him! Don't let him get away!
Dad.
What happened?
Relax. It's nothing. It's okay.
It's okay. Are you all right?
Don't worry. Everything is fine.
(boys breathe shakily)
It's okay, Bharat. (kisses)
(Bharucha) The bullet didn't hit you?
No, sir.
- It just grazed you! - Yes, sir.
Wonderful.
Thank you, sir.
That was not a compliment!
Sorry, sir.
When will you stop this heroism of an IPS officer?
This is a diplomatic posting.
Now, what will be the headline in Dawn amid the global crisis
involving Pakistan and Afghanistan?
"An Indian officer, the root of the problem."
(suspenseful music)
(car door closes)
Tell your High Commissioner
that the President of Pakistan seeks permission to come to India.
Sure.
(Jyoti gasps) Sir, we have a problem.
Sir, the President is here.
Which president?
(tense music)
Where is Mr. Adhir?
Oh! There you are.
I wanted to meet that brave Indian
who risked his own life
to save the future of Pakistan.
S-Sorry, General?
(Zia chuckles)
The child whose life you saved
is not an ordinary child.
He is General Zia's only grandson.
You will have dinner with us tonight
at Aiwan-e-Sadr.
One more thing...
You will have to bring your son, Bharat, along.
Sharp 8 p.m.
(tense music continues)
Welcome. Please come in.
- Greetings. - Hi.
Did you have any trouble getting here?
- No, everything was fine. - Good.
Mr. Dayal,
actually, we have our family doctor in Vienna.
So, I would like you
to consult him once for your wound.
No need. Thank you.
The wound is healing with turmeric and neem.
(woman) Okay.
For us, Ayurveda is Vienna.
(Zia) I love Vienna.
The Opera. The Alps.
Welcome, Mr. Dayal.
Welcome.
Despite being a vegetarian,
your hands are very strong.
I got vegetarian food made especially for you.
Come, Bharat.
Please come. Come.
- Come, sir. - Sure.
(suspenseful music)
Come on, Mr. Dayal. Please get started.
- Go on. - Sure.
Did you find out
who the kidnappers were, Dad?
It's a deep conspiracy, Amal.
Mohsin is investigating.
But the bugger seems to have vanished without any trace.
We have stopped the news from being published in newspapers.
I hope
we get a clue.
We'll make them reveal the truth themselves.
Sir, if I may...
Why would the mujahids do this to you?
They are your allies against the Soviets.
Because...
some dogs bite the hand that feeds them.
By the way, we don't
expect any loyalty from them.
"The heart is not hopeless It is just unsuccessful"
"The evening of sorrow is long But it is just an evening"
(woman) Wow! Amazing!
(Amal) Fantastic.
Are these unique ghazals by Faiz
still taught in India?
When the words are such, they are not Indian or Pakistani.
They are just human, sir.
Sir, if I may ask...
If you are so fond of Faiz's poetry,
then why did you ban it in Pakistan?
Because at this time,
the misguided youth of Pakistan need Islam,
not freedom.
Today's youngsters...
they make me out to be some sort of a tyrant.
But...
I am God's servant. I am just following His orders.
A person's religion lays the foundation of his actions, sir.
Irrespective of what people say about you in India,
I completely agree with your point of view.
Tell me what people think about me in India.
They fear you, sir.
(laughs)
I see.
But our scriptures say
that when someone's intentions are so pure,
we should be friends with them instead of antagonising them.
Does your government
agree with your good intentions?
That's the reason I'm posted in Pakistan and not Delhi, sir.
(Amal laughs)
(Zia) In 1974,
you were posted in Jaisalmer, near Pokhran.
You were working on the security
of India's first nuclear test.
Ace negotiator.
Out-of-the-box thinker.
Problem solver.
UPSC essay on war tactics.
You have a wife in India, who is six months pregnant.
You have such an interesting profile.
(tense music)
Tell me one thing, Mr. Dayal.
What are you doing in Pakistan?
You have such a great experience.
Why are you the sports and cultural attaché?
Well...
Sir, honestly... unfortunately, I have dealt with
some terrible bosses till now.
I'm just suffering the consequences of that.
(all laugh)
(laughs) Dealt with terrible bosses?
What a pity, Mr. Dayal!
Your country
has no respect for a brave and fearless officer like you.
Had you been born far away from your home,
about 100 miles away, which is here,
in this country,
then today you would've been working directly under me
to make this new Pakistan a success story.
(tense music continues)
You invited that infidel home.
You fed him.
Why, Uncle?
(chuckles) Mohsin, he's not an infidel.
He's a believer. An honest one.
He follows his religion.
Who knows?
In the future, we might get some advice from him
that will benefit
our foreign policy against India.
Keep an eye
on our new Indian advisor.
Because General Zia
keeps his enemies
closer to him than his friends.
(intense music)
(Zia chuckles darkly)
Sir, it's the advisor.
(phone ringing)
The influence of the planets has changed, sir.
Rahu and Ketu
have joined forces.
(Paresh) So, you were the one who ordered the attack
on General Zia's grandson?
Unbelievable, sir.
That move has backfired today, Parulkar.
You see, I don't have a problem
with your agent's intel.
I have a problem with the guy
who has it.
Colonel Ashfaq?
But why, sir?
Colonel Ashfaq's real name is
Ashfaq Ullah Zia.
At the age of 15,
after the sudden death of his grandfather,
Ashfaq left both his ancestral home
and his family name.
Ashfaq is General Zia's grandson.
(boy) Help me!
The same kid whose life I saved.