(heroic musical intro)
(crickets chirping)
(solemn music)
(woman) Dearest Uncle...
I came to Delhi with family.
But you weren't in India.
We really missed you.
My daughter, Shrishti, has turned three now.
Kind regards, Vinti.
(music continues)
(door lock clicks, opens)
What's for dinner, Aunt Jyoti?
Well, your Bharat helped me today.
- Dad! - Oh, wow!
Easy. Easy, dear.
Did you make dinner?
What did you make?
(door closes)
(in outraged whisper) Brother.
General Zia said that you could be his advisor?
Adhir, this is not a joke.
Do you know how many Indian spies are still there in Islamabad?
The news of your dinner must have reached Delhi.
And if they call--
(phone ringing)
(Bharat) I'll answer it.
It reached Delhi.
Vinti, how are you?
- Bharat? - Dad and I are here.
Your special dish has been made for us today.
Dad, Mom is making my special dish for Bharat.
Vinti, I have made parathas.
- Is your dad around? - Yes.
- Hello. - Hello.
Yes. Well...
- (suspenseful music) - (inaudible)
What happened? Why aren't you eating?
Is the transfer approved?
Mr. Adhir, did you just lip-read me?
That is not the point.
Maybe that is the point.
Bharat, Aunt Jyoti is going back to Delhi.
- What! - (Adhir) Forever.
Who will help me with my studies now?
- Hey... - Bharat, I'll do it.
- No thanks, Dad. - Hey!
You have no idea what kind of crazy people teach me.
For example,
our respected Physics teacher.
Sorry. Professor.
Professor Rehmat Agha, aka The Mad Scientist.
(Jyoti) Is he the same professor
we were talking about this afternoon?
(intense music)
(woman) Dr. Yaya Baksh.
Dr. Ayub Khan.
And this is Professor Rehmat Agha.
He's a pseudo-intellectual.
People say he went mad
when General Zia removed him from the Karachi Nuclear Plant
and made him a teacher.
He couldn't blow up the bomb.
That's why he blows up the brains of students nowadays.
(music intensifies)
Sir.
(Sanjeev) Saving Ashfaq's life was a masterstroke, Adhir.
Sir, the way they were shooting,
the bullets could have hit the child.
And after this attack,
Zia is on high alert.
That's why, Adhir, before Zia's suspicion gets out of control,
you need to find out where the bomb is being made.
Because from the satellite images sent to us by our CIA friends,
it is certain that the bomb
is not being made in Chashma, Karachi or Islamabad.
Copy, sir. I'm on it.
Persuasion, reward, punishment, deception.
Use any trick.
And try to find out
where Zia's top secret nuclear reactor is.
Jai Hind.
Jai Hind, sir.
(boy) Good afternoon, Professor.
(Rehmat groans)
(suspenseful music)
(in English accent) May I help you change your tyre?
(Rehmat sighs)
Oh!
(Adhir hums a tune)
You're good to go, sir.
- Naughty girl. - (Adhir chuckles)
Thank you so much.
By the way, this book...
- Kafka? - (exclaims)
(whispers) It's banned in Pakistan.
Banned?
- Mister? - Zafar Iqbal.
Really?
I had no idea.
I live in London, Mister...
Professor Rehmat Agha.
Ah!
By the way, some other things are also banned in Pakistan.
Like what?
(imitates bottle popping, alcohol pouring, ice clinking)
(Rehmat chuckles)
(Rehmat) Cheers!
But why did you come back from London?
Mr. Iqbal, there's nothing left in this country now.
But Pakistan is our motherland, Mr. Agha.
No! You emotional London bloke.
(chuckles)
It's neither mine nor yours.
This is Zia's Pakistan.
On one side, he's teaching Quran to the people.
On the other side, he's making weapons of mass destruction.
- My God! Weapons? Really? - Shh!
Absolutely.
After India's first nuclear test,
Zia became totally impatient.
That is why he is so obsessed with
making the bomb as quickly as possible.
He is so obsessed
that he did not even listen
to the most experienced scientist of Pakistan.
(cries) He sidelined him. He kicked him out.
I am talking about me.
Of course, Mr. Agha. I knew that.
Here we are, obliviously...
enjoying our drink,
and there... Zia,
far away from the eyes of the world,
has started the programme to destroy India.
(ominous music)
He has made fissile uranium.
Fissile what?
(whispers) Fissile uranium.
(ominous music rises)
The final step in making a nuclear bomb.
After that... After that...
there is only one thing left.
What?
Boom!
Nobody knows where the bomb
is being assembled.
But you know.
(clear throat)
You also don't know where this top-secret location is.
I was sidelined.
But he was forced to summon us there once.
Where?
(Rehmat chuckles)
Mr. Agha, where?
(Rehmat) There...
There...
Mr. Agha, where?
There...
Ka... Kahuta.
(tense music)
Dad!
- Bharat. - Haven't you slept yet?
I was working, son.
You had helped me with it.
Meaning?
I mean, thank you very much.
Now, go and sleep. Don't you have school in the morning?
Come quickly, Dad.
I'll be there in ten minutes. Okay? Go.
(doorbell ringing)
Mr. Mohsin?
This is our second meeting in two days.
Are you following me?
The General wants you at Aiwan-e-Sadr.
Well, you could have told me this over the phone. I'd have come.
I know.
Shall we go now?
(tense music)
(tense music rises)
You were the one missing in this gathering, Mr. Dayal.
Welcome.
(man groans)
(man shouts in pain)
Do you recognise him?
(man whimpering in pain)
Uh, no, I don't.
No, right?
He was the one who ordered the attack on Ashfaq.
And you.
(suspenseful music)
Sorry, General. Actually, everything happened so fast that...
(laughs)
(intense music)
Now you tell me.
Do you
know him?
(suspenseful music)
Here's your ammunition.
And here's the remaining money.
The time has come to avenge the atrocities of Zia, brother.
Not even an inch of our motherland Afghanistan
should go into the hands of Zia.
And remember one thing. Just fire the gun.
Don't kill the child.
Long live Afghanistan.
This is not him.
He was a mujahid.
- (flesh sizzles) - (man screams)
No.
He was an Indian.
You must be wondering
why I called you here at this hour, right?
Mr. Dayal, I was anxious about something.
Why would mujahids order an attack on my grandson
and violate the Durand Line Agreement?
But then I noticed these guns.
Do you recognise it?
Kalashnikovs. Russian-made.
It's very common in Afghanistan, sir.
That's right.
This gun is Russian.
But the bullets are Indian.
Why did your Indian counterparts forget
that I graduated top of my class in 1943?
From Indian Military Academy in Dehradun.
I know very well
that these Kalashnikov bullets are made especially in India,
in the Ordnance Factory.
But coincidentally,
in my training, this was my first bullet from my first gun.
(Mohsin) Where did you get the money from? Tell me!
(man screaming)
Where did you get the money from?
- (flesh squelches) - (man shouts in pain)
Where did you get the money from? Tell me!
Tell me. Where did you get the money from?
Speak up!
Tell me. Where did you get the money from?
Where is the money coming from?
Sir?
Who is funding Ashfaq?
Because, to assemble one nuclear bomb,
the cost of uranium is over millions of dollars.
This funding cannot come from Pakistan.
You know, Pakistan is going through an economic crisis.
As you know, ISI has a long reach.
From Kabul to Cape Town.
In that case, we'll have to cut them short.
(suspenseful music)
The most important strategy of war
is to defeat the enemy without fighting.
What do you have in mind, sir?
Your agent.
I want to talk to her directly about this.
Yes, sir.
Now I will handle this mission personally.
I'm taking over active command.
Right, sir.
Jai Hind, sir.
(tense music)
(phone vibrating)
- (Shrishti) Morning, sir. - Morning, agent.
The photos you have sent are blueprints of a nuclear plant.
We believe Ashfaq is using it to make an illegal nuclear weapon.
(uplifting music)
Do not panic, Shrishti.
(Paresh) Agent, that's the NSA. He is handling this mission now.
- M-Morning, sir. - Morning.
For now, you just have to find out
who is funding Ashfaq.
If we find the source and cut the funds,
we can stop the bomb before it's born.
I understand, sir.
And, my dear,
no one knows the dangers of our work better than me.
I have your back.
Take care.
- Jai Hind. - Sir!
(suspenseful music)
(Adhir) In the next 24 hours,
I want the extraction plan of this agent ready.
As soon as we know about the funding, I want her out.
- Is that clear? - Yes, sir.
Sir, if I may, in the last seven years,
Shrishti has been our most successful agent.
For nine months, she has been handling Ashfaq.
Sir, in such a situation,
if we take her out before the mission is complete...
Unless your instincts are telling you that
she's already in danger.
(intense music)
(Adhir) Mariam, alias Shrishti Chaturvedi,
is not just an agent for me.
She is also the granddaughter of Jyoti Chaturvedi,
one of my embassy colleagues in 1978.
The same Jyoti Chaturvedi
who was involved with me in the operation to stop General Zia.
How long do you think before
Colonel Ashfaq finds out about this connection.
(music intensifies)
Surprised?
Uh... (chuckles awkwardly)
- I mean... - Come on.
I have to show you something.
But...
I have classes in school right now.
(suspenseful music)
Are you taking me to a special place?
Be patient.
You will get to know everything.
(music continues)