(ominous, suspenseful music)
(machine beeps)
(music intensifies)
(machine beeping)
-Peace be unto you, sir. -Sir.
Greetings.
Peace be unto you.
Some of you may not know that
my grandfather
was the youngest scientist at Project Seattle.
After that, he headed Pakistan's nuclear programme.
One day he asked me,
"Mr. Jaffer, do you know what is the world's most dangerous weapon?
"An atom."
But today I am proud
to prove my grandfather wrong.
Today we will bring our guests face to face
with such a weapon,
compared to which an atom bomb is reduced to nothing
but a fancy ball of fire.
Gentlemen...
Weapon of the future.
Ashfaq.
Thank you, sir.
In 2017,
I went to a press conference at the Chen Xiao Institute of Virology.
There we found that some scientists
had developed an unprecedented virus in their lab.
Naturally, this was supposed to be top secret.
But thanks to Jaffer sir,
we were provided with this virus.
And my brilliant team
has transformed that virus
into a dangerous weapon in just a few years.
Without any drama or bloodshed,
it will bring India to its knees.
Within 24 hours.
(mechanical door beeps, whirs open)
Move.
(prisoner's chains rattling)
(glasses beep)
Usman, Aalim.
Are you ready for this wondrous spectacle?
Our scientists don't use mice,
but Indian prisoners of war for their experiments.
That's right.
How would you experiment on one of your own ilk?
(thuds)
(groans in pain)
Don't worry.
Your ilk won't even find your spirit.
Unchain these hands if you dare.
I'll settle the accounts with your spirit.
Carry on, Ashfaq.
(ominous music)
(beeps)
(beeps, whirrs)
Sir.
-Operation Burning Torch. -(AI) Access granted.
(chains rattle)
(machine whirring)
(mechanical clamp releases)
(gas hissing)
(beeping)
(muffled grunting)
(screaming, coughing)
(screaming intensifies)
(whimpering)
(groaning intensifies)
(beeps)
You have just seen
what one drop of this virus can do in 45 seconds.
With the help of this weapon,
we will break India's spine and its pride.
Now listen carefully.
This lot will be dispatched to India this evening.
Usman,
your Lashkari
will take it through the border near Ghatti Kalanjar
and will drop it at Nihalewala in India.
From there on, Aalim, your contacts
will take the package to Hussainiwala.
From Hussainiwala, these packages will be distributed
to every big city in India.
By tomorrow evening, we will release the virus.
In 24 hours,
India...
will transform into a graveyard.
And on the day after tomorrow, at teatime,
we will present our people
with something they have been waiting 75 years for.
Let the final victory begin!
(Aalim) Death to India!
(in unison) Death!
(in unison) Death to India!
(triumphant music)
(guests chatting)
-Hello. -Hello, how are you?
Tina!
-Hello! -Congratulations.
You must be over the moon, right, Poonam aunty?
Finally, you have a daughter-in-law.
Virat is always away on a mission.
But now I have Smita to keep me company at home.
Good.
-And how are you doing? -Absolutely fit and fine.
Has the baby eaten anything?
Not yet. After I say hi to Smita.
Okay, I'll see you. Bye!
Bye.
Beautiful champagne for the beautiful bride.
Thank you.
And the winner of "Who will land Virat?" challenge.
Amazing.
I didn't know you were so competitive.
(clicks tongue)
It took you a year, but you finally landed him.
And if I had known that getting Virat to agree would destroy my ego,
I would have never taken you up on the challenge.
But thank you, Anuj.
Thanks to your challenge, I ended up with a good man today.
Pleasure is all mine.
Hi!
(Tina) You wanna know a fun fact?
Virat and Anuj have one thing in common.
What?
Virat set me up with Kshitij,
and you two were set up by...
(everyone chuckles)
-By the way, where is Kshitij? -(Anuj) Yeah.
He's living the life in Geneva.
(Anuj) Oh-ho!
He said he'd be gone for 15 days, but it's been two months.
This time he's really going to get it from me.
(vehicles honking)
(song playing over speakers)
(Kshitij) Excuse me, mister.
Hello?
The parcel has been deposited.
It has Ashfaq's fingerprints. I need it by tomorrow morning.
That's short notice. I'll try.
Abbas!
I watched an Indian soldier being tortured and killed with my own eyes.
(screaming)
So, "trying" is not an option for us.
This virus is the deadliest bioweapon made to date.
So, I need the fingerprints by tomorrow.
Anything else?
I've sent you a recording.
Jaffer's voice needs to be cloned.
And I need a pen drive.
There's a video recording too in the glasses.
All the best, Kshitij.
(Tina) If anyone's on your radar, tell us now.
(Anuj) Let me think.
-"Let me think?" -(Smita) One more challenge? (laughs)
Let's hold off on that.
What sort of challenge is being issued here?
-Yes, sir. -Someone, enlighten me.
Classified information, Major. Sorry, can't share.
Smita, I know that
you are now RAW's best analyst,
but you will report to me... always.
(everyone laughs)
(phone ringing)
Virat, listen to me carefully.
This virus is much deadlier than we thought.
It can cause lakhs of casualties in just a few seconds.
And they are moving tomorrow.
The consignment will be dropped at Nihalewala at 6 a.m. tomorrow.
From there, their Indian handlers
will dispatch it to every big city in India via Hussainiwala.
We have to stop this, Virat.
-(Virat) I will. -(Waiter) What can I get you, sir?
Er... one butter chicken and four tandoori roti.
Okay.
Also, listen.
The virus goes inactive at high temperatures.
So, just find it and burn it.
Kshitij, but when we intercept the consignment,
Jaffer will know they have a mole.
You should leave immediately.
Till this lab exists, the threat of the virus will remain.
Not just for India, but for the entire world.
I have to destroy the lab, Virat.
Kshitij, it's way too dangerous, man!
We'll figure out another way to deal with the lab.
Get out of there, please!
What would you do if you were in my place?
Umm, Virat.
(sentimental music)
If this mission fails,
please help Tina understand.
She thinks I'm in Geneva.
And, buddy,
congratulations for the engagement.
You still think there's going to be an engagement
after the news you just gave me?
You will be apologising to Smita once you're back.
Stay safe, brother.
Bye.
(triumphant music)
(wind howling)
(electronic beeping)
Brother.
(phone ringing)
-Speak. -Hello.
Indian BSF has set up checkpoints here.
(phone rings)
-(Bakshi) Yes. Any movement? -Nothing much, sir.
Radio silence on both sides of the border.
Maybe the intel is wrong.
The intel is solid.
Then there is something... that's not right, sir.
Where is Virat?
(upbeat music)
Listen to me carefully.
(stutters) Yes.
(Afsal) Come on. Turn the truck around.
The drop destination of the package has changed.
-Still no movement, Commander? -Negative, sir.
(BSF Commander) Wait a moment...
Shoot it down!
(BSF Commander) Two carrier drones.
They have been shot down.
There may be more.
-Stay alert. I'm almost there. -Yes, sir.
(Afsal) Sir, all the packages
have been dispatched to the new Nihalewala location.
(indistinct)
(BSF Commander) Here they are, sir.
(Virat) No more drones after those two?
No, sir.
Crowbar, crowbar.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Oh, God.
(BSF Commander) They are about to enter Hussainiwala.
Catching them now will be impossible, sir.
They will not reach Hussainiwala.
(theme song "Action Shuru" playing)
(screams)
(groans)
(screams)
(grunting)
(weapons clanging)
(groans)
(bones crunch)
(skull cracks)
(bones crunch)
(choking, sputtering)
(grunting, groaning)
(knife swishes)
(panting heavily)
(triumphant music)
Mission accomplished. Package has been destroyed.
(phone ringing)
(male voice) Terrible news, sir.
Usman's entire team has been killed.
Our Eastern European leader
Eos has also been apprehended.
On top of that, they have acquired samples of the virus.
Maybe they will try to formulate an antidote to our weapon.
The remaining has been turned to ash.
(Rehman) You were sent to Kargil to conquer it.
And you ran, leaving your own men behind.
You have shamed your father.
You are a stain on the Pakistan Army.
If I didn't have so much respect for your father,
I would've had you court-martialled.
(Jaffer's wife) My brother blindly followed you to the border.
And you couldn't even bring his corpse back.
I cannot stand to live with such a cowardly man.
I will suffocate.
-Faizal! -Sir.
There's an Indian spy in our lab.
He has been living amongst us, and we have no idea.
You fools! Get on with it!
(indistinct chatter)
One ginger tea, uncle.
(indistinct)
(phone ringing)
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Ashfaq's fingerprints...
(Jaffer) Operation Burning Torch.
Operation Burning Torch.
And Jaffer's voice cloned on a nano-strip.
They are all in there.
-Hmm. -Kshitij,
listen to me. Don't go back.
We'll figure out another way to destroy the lab.
By then it will be too late, Abbas.
Till India isn't destroyed,
Jaffer won't stop.
He will always plan the next attack.
We have to destroy the lab at any cost.
And quickly.
Okay. One more thing...
the exit plan is ready.
Take care of yourself.
God be with you.
Thank you.
(Tina) Hi.
Just see.
(enchanting music)
We love you, Papa. We miss you. Come home soon!
I love you too.
(Virat) Any progress, sir?
(scientist) We'll have to be very careful.
If we handle it with too much force,
the virus can leak out.
That terrorist will surely know the code.
We'll get it out of him once he's conscious.
(Jaffer) Sit down. Continue.
(computer beeping)
(siren going off)
(phone ringing)
-(Virat) Yes, tell me. -(Anuj) Virat.
Somebody's trying to hack
the source code of Kshitij's dummy profile.
I think he's in danger.
Shit!
(computer beeps)
Sir, got him. It's Gulfam Shaikh.
All the background information is solid.
But his social media presence
and banking activity is only two months old.
It's almost like, till two months ago, this person was in a coma.
Not in a coma. He was in India.
(phone rings)
(Virat) Fuck...
(phone rings)
Ashfaq, wake up.
We have a new mouse for the experiment.
(machine beeping)
-Peace be unto you, Murad. -Peace be unto you as well.
(beeps)
(Virat) Contact Abbas. It's a Code Red.
We have to extract Kshitij urgently.
Forcefully if needed.
(phone ringing)
-(Anuj) Abbas. -Yes?
Get Kshitij out of there. Right now!
Copy.
(in Jaffer's voice) Operation Burning Torch.
(AI) Access granted.
Reset password.
(AI) Password is successfully changed.
(motorbike speeding)
(mechanical door engages)
(computer beeps)
What's wrong, sir?
Sir, actually I was just coming to meet you.
Sir, I think our system has--
Your mask has come off, Kshitij Mehra.
-Sir! -(Ashfaq) Arrest him.
-Sir... -(siren going off)
Oh, shit!
Evacuate the place immediately. Quick!
(Murad) Everyone, out! Hurry! Noori!
(computer beeping frantically)
(officer 1) Move. Move!
(officer 2) Walk quietly.
(officer 3) Quick.
(all officers) Move! Move!
(officer 1) Move, I say!
(officer 1) Move! Walk!
(message beeps)
(sombre music)
(HMO Secretary) Look, Bakshi.
We let you create a special covert unit that operated independently of RAW HQ.
In spite of that, we failed.
Look, Pakistan has just one demand.
That we publicly acknowledge
Kshitij is an Indian spy.
This is the only way his life can be saved.
-Sir... -(punching continues)
What if they don't agree to our demands?
I mean...
What are our other options?
Sir, what will Pakistan do? Approach the UN?
Which they definitely will.
They will not turn down the opportunity
to put us down on an international stage.
Well, in that case,
we will have to disown Kshitij.
He's one of our soldiers, sir.
And if we leave our soldiers to die,
how would we be any different from them?
Sir, there's...
there's one more way.
International Court of Justice.
But we'll need to move fast. Really fast.
Forgive me, sir, but I think
they might try an ICJ cross-examination like Kulbhushan Jadhav.
You might be right.
And they have a high chance of succeeding with the ICJ.
So, what now?
First and foremost, erase all digital traces of Gulfam Shaikh.
And activate Kshitij's old virologist identity.
His bank transactions and credit card details
for the last two months should be foolproof.
Yes, sir.
Tomorrow morning we will file a case with the ICJ.
Right, sir.
(Kshitij grunting)
India loves to play spy games.
Wait and watch.
We'll give them a game that their descendants will remember.
Just wait and watch.
(video playing on mobile phone)
Sorry to interrupt, sir, but you need to see this.
(computer beeping)
Sir.
And we have now received news that a Gulfam Shaikh from Karachi
was apprehended yesterday by ISI's covert action division
for his involvement in anti-national activities.
The CAD department also informs us that this terrorist
is a RAW spy.
Fantastic.
(news anchor) Rs. 10 lakh cash in Indian currency
has been found in his Karachi house.
And we are also told that Gulfam Shaikh
had been preparing for attacks on cities like Islamabad and Karachi.
The Pakistan government plans to fast-track this case
and sentence this terrorist to death.
(Faizal) In one swift move, India has run out of options.
Now it remains to be seen
how India responds to this challenge we have issued.
Move!
We'll sneak into Pakistan and bring Kshitij back from under their noses.
(screams)
Bhavna? What are you doing here?
Will I ever get a better chance to enter Pakistan
and kill these terrorists?
(Abbas) Sahiwal Jail is Pakistan's most secure jail.
Nobody's been able to break into this jail before.
That record will soon be broken.
Wherever you enter from, you will leave in a coffin.
We need to do the jailbreak tomorrow morning.
(Abbas) Virat, no! They will be waiting for us!
(Virat) They'll be waiting to surprise us.
But they don't know what kind of surprise I have in store for them.