Looking for this?
Weren't you in Toronto yesterday?
Hence the jet lag.
Why are you here, Ranbir?
Honestly, it makes me tense.
That's funny. I'm here to relieve you of your tension.
Not add to it.
Thanks, but I don't need anyone's help.
Unfortunately...
-wrong answer. -Like I said,
-everything is all right here. -Is that so?
Everything's going according to plan.
Desai is planning to sell all his shares
and leave the country.
Part of your plan?
Like I said, don't worry.
Give me all your tension now.
Is this procedure safe?
Don't worry. You won't die.
You're putting both Saba and me in danger.
You seem really worried about Saba.
I know what you people think about me and...
I don't care.
Anyhow,
Saba is my own daughter
and I do care about her.
You should worry about yourself.
We will take care of Saba.
How is she?
She's asleep.
She'll demand to speak with Pia again when she wakes up.
There has to be a way
to be able to talk to Pia without getting traced.
I'll...
try setting up a VPN. We could maybe make an Internet-based call.
Don't worry.
I gave the final shot to Handa.
I had no choice.
We should've been in Nepal by now.
If I hadn't given it, we'd have had to repeat the entire cycle again.
The people who have captured us are treating us very well.
This clip has crossed one million views.
Well, there go our chances for an operation.
Sir, I don't think it'll come to that.
She looks pretty okay.
You think she has a choice about looking okay?
There must be at least ten AK-47s pointed at her
outside of this frame to make her say all this.
If they want to fire an AK-47,
then what do you think they're waiting for?
Criminals don't take too long to reveal themselves.
Trust me, they're not far from firing that first shot. That's it.
Then let's make sure that we're not the first ones to fire.
We'll have to start the extraction within 24 hours.
There is a way, Prithvi.
Outside that door.
Sarah, we'll lose Handa if we open that door.
And if we lose Handa, then Saba...
We'll have to do the operation right here.
Here? In these ruins?
-How? -I don't know how, but...
we'll have to do it here.
Prithvi.
Do you remember when I was standing on that terrace in a drunken stupor?
Ready to jump off the eighth floor.
Do you remember what you said to me as you slowly made your way towards me?
"This evening is too beautiful
"to die."
And I said that I wasn't afraid of dying.
What I was afraid of was if I'd be able to live when I got sober.
And you said to me
that nobody knows what tomorrow might bring,
so just
follow your heart today
and believe that you are right.
Thanks.
Since K.L. Handa was also the country's ex-defence minister,
several foreign dignitaries will attend his funeral.
All the ground teams will depend on us for advance intelligence,
so please treat this as top priority
because, until this ceremony is not over,
all the other operations will be on hold.
-Any questions? -No, sir.
Good.
The rest of the specific details will be given to you by your team leaders.
That's all.
Don't wait for me.
I just told you to not wait for me, Vibha.
Now, stop calling me again and again.
Okay, bye.
Shikha.
One minute.
The Crime Branch has found a body. He's ex-army.
He'd also run a few operations for us.
So, get started on his file immediately.
But Girish sir just said that Handa's funeral--
Girish sir also said that
"specific details will be given to you by your team leaders."
Team leaders? Get it?
Now, make that damn file.
And it must read like his death has nothing to do with our department.
You know the drill.
Sure.
-Name? Designation? -How would I know?
Inspector Rathore. Crime Branch.
He'll give you the rest of the details.
Enjoy. Have fun.
Excuse me.
-Now, what new file has he dumped on you? -His wife's divorce file.
He handpicks the worst jobs for me.
-Just chill. -Just to harass me. Bloody asshole!
-Take it easy. What happened? -What do you mean what happened?
Just because I'm a girl, I should just sit around? Motherfucker!
-Bloody cunt! -I don't want to hear it.
-You'll have to listen. -No, I don't want to listen.
-No. I don't want to hear this. -That misogynist fucking asshole!
Yes!
What? Did you get an editor's job in Manhattan?
Something like that.
I'd told you that I know this woman, right?
There you are. I knew I had done a story on her somewhere.
That's a find.
Kanika, impressed.
I'll ask the website guys to republish it, okay?
Actually, why would I go to Manhattan?
I'm thinking of finding an editor's job somewhere around here itself.
Like News Horizon?
-Hello? -Write down a name. Asghar Nabi.
Who's he?
He's serving a sentence in Tihar Jail. Bring him here quickly.
With the rest of his sentence pardoned.
Peter, what you're asking for is not possible.
I'm not asking for anything.
Then whoever is asking, let them know that we're not running a home-delivery service
that you just pick up the phone and get instant delivery.
Even we need to follow certain procedures.
Do as much as I'm asking you to do. Or else, you'll be responsible for the consequences
-of whatever happens ahead. -Peter, listen--
"Among the mysterious people at the Kashmiri Gate overbridge,
"one man stands out.
"He arrives each night with warm food and blankets.
"He is a young policeman named Prithvi Singh.
"He refuses to be interviewed, but I later discovered through Sarah
"that this police officer is the only one who sees them as people
"and not as discarded trash.
"He is their angel."
-So? -So...
Prithvi Singh. He just retired last week.
How do you know he's the same Prithvi Singh?
I've been on the crime beat for 15 years, not been whiling away time like you.
I'm 100% sure it is him.
Now, we'll call him and get the real meaty stuff.
Anyway, a dynamic officer like him
must be getting bored post-retirement.
He'll also get to enjoy my company a little.
Asghar Nabi. He's an Afghan national.
He is serving a seven-year sentence in Tihar Jail.
He has served two years so far.
IPC 44, causing personal injury.
Brilliant. This was the only thing left to happen.
44 is not far from 302, attempt to murder.
There's some news for you.
What happened?
-Pia... -What happened to Pia?
-Pia... -What about Pia?
Pia had...
Not a good idea to stress your sister out even more.
You wanted to speak to Pia, right?
-Yes. -Speak to her.
I can call her?
Yes, your tech-wizard brother has done something with the SIM.
Talk to her.
Hello, Geeta?
Hello? Yes, Mr. Rathore.
This is about the body that was found in Ghatagaon--
Yes. Mr. Navin had told me about it.
There were no rings, chain or wallet on the body.
Seems like a case of robbery.
He was an army man,
so he must've fought hard without caring for his life.
If it was about a simple robbery, then why has the case come to us?
What would you like us to do?
Madam, it was so simple
that it really blew my mind.
There was neither evidence nor any information.
And, like they say in our department,
clean hands usually have the most blood on them.
Mr. Rathore, I'll call you again.
Okay? Thank you.
Just a little while ago, the kidnappers have made a demand
to have a prisoner released from Tihar Jail.
You must've received various forwards on WhatsApp regarding this.
But I would like to assure you
that we are not going to release any terrorist.
We're trying to get Asghar Nabi as soon as possible.
I haven't called you about that.
We need some medicines and medical equipment,
so wanted to give you the list.
Medical equipment? What's happened?
Not your concern. Just write it down.
Peter, please tell me what's happened and to whom.
Okay, listen, I'll send a doctor in.
No, we don't need a doctor. Just do as I say.
-Write it down. -Peter, please.
-If someone has-- -Just do as I say. Write it now.
Okay. Tell me.
-We're doing the transplant here. -Here?
In... in these ruins?
-Are you people crazy? -Now, it is what it is.
I only wanted to let you know.
-You have a right to know. -I have a right to know?
If you really cared about my rights,
then you wouldn't have dumped me here like this.
Do you know how dangerous this operation
could be for me at this age? Do you have any idea?
I can fucking...
I could die.
Doing a transplant here.
Do you think this is child's play?
We don't have time to think about all this.
Please be ready.
I'm only taking from you what's rightfully mine.
File.
What!
This was buried under a 100 kilos of scrap.
I dug it out for you from hell.
I can't believe that you found this.
Thank you so much, Rohan. You're such a sweetheart.
By the way, I'm in the mood for a beer.
But at least buy me a coffee.
That's odd.
So, what is the whole deal about Iman Sheikh?
He's an ex-army man. They found his body in Ghatagaon.
He was a war veteran, was awarded the Veer Chakra after the Kargil War.
Do you know how cheap beer is in the army canteens?
Multiple bullet wounds in the left leg, after which
he had to get a steel plate implants in his leg.
Okay, so should I leave then?
Yeah, thanks so much.
Okay, I'm heading out then.
So, he got into some sort of a brawl with the owner of the restaurant
where he used to work as a cook.
And Mr. Nabi stabbed him with a knife.
But he denied committing the crime in court.
Prosecution couldn't prove the attempt to murder.
So, according to IPC 44, he was sentenced to seven years in prison.
This is his third year.
Why do they want this man in there?
-Ayesha? -No clue, sir.
But I think they are panicking.
Resorting to threats is a sign of that.
Srivastava.
Find out what this man has got to do with their mission.
If they have a mission at all.
Why are you talking in riddles? Just say what you're thinking.
The reason could be anything.
But they seem to desperately need this man.
I think, at this point, we should listen to them.
Why though?
So that we're in a position to ask them for something in return.
Are you married?
No, sir.
God forbid, if you were to ever get divorced, you'd leave the guy completely bereft.
I wish what you'd said
on video was true.
I mean, if you were really pregnant.
It's all up to Him.
Enough! Enough!
Is it really that important for you to leave everything up to God?
We're stuck here like a bunch of thieves.
Is that His wish too? Is it?
You know for whom I'm doing all this.
This is too much!
Until how long will we remain indebted to him?
How long are we going to do this for Prithvi?
Until Saba recovers.
Even if we lose our lives? Huh?
He was the one who saved it, right?
Hello, Mr. Dutt?
You think I have the time to listen to your silly nonsense?
Prithvi Singh clearly doesn't.
I've been trying him since yesterday.
Thought I'd get his new number from you.
And what made you think of Prithvi in the middle of all this?
I have a few questions for him.
Prithvi must've have rehabilitated many such people.
What's the big deal?
What if he has some information about this?
Don't you think that you should contact Prithvi about this?
I don't need you telling me what I should or shouldn't do.
I know my job.
Look at the immense weight of work on your fragile shoulders.
Who the fuck is your team leader? Give me his number.
Why would a 70-year-old man, who has plates in his leg,
trek up a hilly road?
It just doesn't fit.
Are you still entangled with that Ghatagaon file?
It was an open file, which you were supposed to shut and move forward.
Don't tell me you're wasting your time on this.
He was my father's batchmate in the army.
A Veer Chakra awardee, for crying out loud.
And that's the respect we have for them?
An open-and-shut case for a national hero.
In this office, I decide for you which file to open or close.
Now, shut this file and move on.
I rang your door bell last night. You didn't open it.
I'd brought your favourite wine, had asked my friend in customs for it.
Now, don't tell me you were sleeping by 10:30.
Will my team leader also tell me what time to go to bed?
I heard the bell. I was not in the mood.
Okay.
Then get this file ready.
ASAP. Get it?
Thank you.
The circulation stops.
They get numb.
Asghar Nabi.
Do you know why you've been brought here?
Why?
Don't you know?
Has anyone tried to contact you in jail recently?
Take your time to think.
Yes.
You're a smoker, huh?
If you could give me one cigarette, you'd do me a great kindness.
Any brand will do.
What's your brand, huh?
Just answer what's been asked of you.
Who tried to contact you in jail lately?
First, it was the jailer.
Then the best of your officers.
They said let's go, and so here I am now.
Look, listen to me, please.
Nice to meet you, madam.
Asghar Nabi.
Nice to meet you too, Nabi.
What connection might this man have with them?
Even the Afghani embassy
is still trying to trace his presence here.
Obviously, he's here illegally.
If this man is not involved with them, then...
we're sending another lamb to be slaughtered, mind you.
Sir, only you seem to be worried about that.
He's standing outside, smoking calmly.
He'd asked for one cigarette and took the entire pack.
He's happy.
He thinks whoever is inside has bailed him out.
Anyway, just wire him up.
And get a team ready to leave him at the door.
Pardon me, sir,
but we seem to be bending over backwards for all their demands.
On the contrary.
He's going to be of big help to us.
In fact, this is the moment I was waiting for, sir.
-Speak. -Asghar Nabi is here.
So, send him in.
What is the assurance that by sending him in
we're not endangering another life?
What do you want?
Whoever's orders you're following...
tell him we want a hostage in return for a hostage.
Asghar Nabi goes in...
and you will release a female hostage in return.
Sarah. Please.
Peter?
Peter, answer me.
-Send Asghar inside first. -There's no use arguing.
Think about what you want to do.
Hello? Hello?
What did you do? Call them back now.
Sir, now they're helpless, not us. They will call back.
Hello? Yes, they've agreed.
Okay.
As soon as she comes out, we'll send Nabi in.
Happy?
I think I got us a fucking good deal.
Sorry, sir.
I think she did get us a fucking good deal.
Sarah.
This is nothing less than a miracle.
-Why are you saying that-- -I'm not going anywhere.
But why? I've managed to convince Prithvi somehow...
Sarah, please listen to me.
This is the only chance you've got to get out of here.
If you stay here any longer, those guys could, at anytime--
-Peter, Prithvi needs me. -Again!
And I need you more than him.
Have you ever thought what would happen to me
if something were to happen to you?
Please listen to me. Please listen to me just this one time.
Please leave this place. Listen to me for once. Please!
Sarah...
Oh, buddy! It's you?
He knows them?
Shit.