May God restore her health.
For now, you're her Lord the Saviour.
That's blasphemy! Do you want me to go to hell?
I'm sure Mr. Dutt won't remember.
You look very happy.
You've just been relieved, not given retirement.
Sir, do you remember the Galaxy Mall operation?
Near Palam Vihar.
There was a small restaurant right next to the mall.
The guy who wanted to commit suicide by blowing up a gas cylinder?
And Mr. Prithvi had the entire mall evacuated.
This is that same Afghan.
Asghar Nabi.
I know what I'm asking you to do
might seem a little impossible, but...
only you can do this.
Only you can stitch anyone up, even in a moving car.
I could do it eons ago.
But now my hands shiver like...
Anyway, who's the donor?
Yeah, that is kind of a big problem.
Problem? I thought the problem was outside?
The number you're calling is currently switched off.
The number you're calling is either switched off
or not reachable at the moment.
Welcome to PRT's flight information system.
Providing up-to-date departure and arrival information
for yesterday, today and tomorrow.
To start, what's the flight number?
If you don't have the flight number,
say "find the flight."
Shall I make the booking for you?
How dare you!
How did you enter my office?
You're working so hard on a Sunday morning.
-I'm just here to help you. -Who the hell are you?
Isha Andrews.
I'm her associate.
-You could have called. -Okay.
Come on. Out with it.
What are you hiding from us?
Look, if Ms. Andrews wants to speak to me...
Asghar, please don't mind,
but what you're about to see should stay just between us.
Oh, come on, now.
Do you want me to quote some movie dialogue? Like Badshah Khan?
"This Pathan gives you his word."
Go on then, open it.
Is he the donor?
Now, tell me why you are selling off everything
and leaving the country.
Look, the commitment that I had...
I've...
-Handa is dead. -Yes.
And, as soon as the new CM takes his chair, all our tenders...
Go on.
Handa is alive.
Handa is alive. Handa is dead.
Handa is alive.
K.L. Handa
whose funeral is in two days?
He's alive?
Sir.
This Asghar Nabi turned out to be quite a sly guy.
He was running an illegal clinic in the basement of his restaurant.
He's a top surgeon at a Kabul hospital.
The Taliban also kept him alive so that they could use his skills.
But he escaped as soon as he got the opportunity
and came to India to settle here.
The clinic at the restaurant was like a five-star facility compared to this.
But we can manage the operation here.
At least there's no fungus here.
-Shall we start? -Hold on, my friend.
This room has to be sanitised. Scrub it clean.
It should be dust free.
Okay.
And what's that stench?
That is...
It's not an accident that these guys are all here together.
There's someone in there who is one step ahead of us.
As though he knows exactly what we're planning.
He could be a policeman, sir.
Yes, could be.
A calculative mind
and an understanding of police procedures.
Of course, could be a cop.
A top surgeon coming in,
demanding medical supplies,
it's no rocket science.
Obviously, someone in there is badly hurt.
They're definitely not doing all this for a hostage.
It's obvious it's one of theirs.
We'll have to throw this corpse out.
To have him lying here could be quite detrimental to the operation.
We can't just throw him out.
I'll keep him away from the room.
Sir, this is the right place to enter.
Sir, excuse me.
Yes, Geeta. Anything urgent?
No, I haven't spoken to you since last evening, so I was just wondering...
all okay?
I'm in a meeting right now.
Okay, listen. Saba had called.
She'll take some more time to get discharged.
So I just told her
not to worry about Pia at all.
-Hello? Can you hear me? -Okay, okay. I'll talk to you later.
Sir, there is a way.
Fantastic story.
There should be a movie about this.
Like they say,
"Truth is stranger than fiction."
Tell me something.
Why didn't you tell Isha everything as soon as Subramanian called?
I thought I'd handle it.
I didn't want to unnecessarily stress you all out.
But now I've thought everything through,
and everything is still in control.
Even if they do get a hold of Handa,
nobody has any proof of my involvement.
We'll just have to get rid of all the evidence
linked to this incident. That's all.
Absolutely right.
I agree with you.
Look, I'm not joking.
Foot-in-the-mouth disease.
It will get you killed sooner or later.
Why not today?
Today is Sunday.
Sunday is a good day to die, isn't it?
Today...
Listen, take all this money.
And I'll give you more, as much as you want.
You were right. I should have told you.
I should have... Please.
They can see us.
But there are no cameras in the washroom, so...
Stop it. Stop it, Navin.
Come on.
Look, my job is very important to me.
And I can't risk it for some secret office affair. It's...
-It's not worth it. -Really?
Yeah, really.
You're becoming too serious about this.
Possessive and all that. "Why didn't you answer the call?"
"Why didn't you open the door?" Just grow up, man.
That's the problem.
-When I see you, I start growing. -Please!
Oh, hi...
Yes. What is it?
Sir, I had some work with Shikha.
-We need to file that report. -Just give me a minute.
Did you file the Ghatagaon report?
No, there are some details still pending.
-I'll get it done in an hour. -Shikha.
Navin, it's over.
Wow! On the staircase?
Rohan, please. Let's talk about work, shall we?
I had sent Iman Sheikh's report
to a friend of mine in forensics, unofficially.
-It was for you, by the way. -And?
According to him, the gun used to kill Iman Sheikh had a silencer on it.
Silencer?
Navin can say whatever he likes,
but this is anything but an open-and-shut case.
I know, man. It's bloody serious.
I know.
But you didn't hear this from me.
-If he finds out that I'm helping you-- -What the fuck will he do?
Come on, Shikha. Please don't start now.
-Fuck that asshole. -No.
-Fuck everyone he knows. -I'm not listening.
-He has a daughter too. -I don't want to hear this. I'm done.
How did this end up in Raathi's pocket?
This means...
Subramanian had my father killed and you knew this.
Look, Aman. There's very little time left for Saba's operation.
This is not the time for revenge.
-He was like my father too. -But he was my father!
And there's a difference, Prithvi.
If you want me to go nurse and serve a man
who killed my father, I can't do it.
What do you expect? What should I do?
What you've been doing all this while.
Nothing.
Shit.
How did you get in here?
-What do you want? -I just met your friend.
Desai?
So, have you managed to confirm that everything is okay?
-Are you happy now? -Shot him in the head.
Very happy.
Are you out of your... Why?
Do you have any idea what you've done?
Are you done?
Happy birthday, dear Rawal
Happy birthday to you
I have bad news.
Handa is alive.
He died three days ago during surgery.
That's a lie.
Desai told you a story,
and you believed it like everyone else.
Now, imagine...
if this news gets out,
what could happen?
And what'll happen to the person
responsible for all of this?
Hello, sir.
I'm your operating doctor, Asghar Nabi.
Let me explain the procedure to you.
First of all, we'll put you under.
Meaning you'll be made unconscious.
Then we'll insert an injection in your spine
to extract the bone marrow.
That's it. In and out. Simple.
Do you know who I am?
As far as I know, you're the donor.
Who doesn't know you, Mr. CM sir?
I don't know how well-acquainted you are with these people.
But remember one thing.
When all of this is over,
you will curse your destiny.
You will rue the day
you met Khushwant Lal Handa.
I don't think you comprehend the situation, sir.
I'm going to insert
a six-inch-long needle into your spine.
Now, if you threaten me
just before such a critical operation,
then it's possible that the needle might end up in the wrong place.
That will cause you a lot of suffering, sir.
You will be in excruciating pain.
So, instead of threatening me,
please co-operate.
Okay?
What now?
First, I'll finish this salmon and then you.
Don't be scared.
I'm just joking.
I'm not afraid of you.
You very well know what would happen to you if you even lay a finger on me.
Now I'm really scared.
Are you threatening me with your personal contacts?
Me?
Come on. You can try better.
Listen, Ranbir. Do whatever you want.
But I'm not afraid of you.
Get this in your thick head.
The AC in this suite really sucks, doesn't it?
It's 17 degrees inside and you're sweating.
But you're not scared of me, right?
Try some.
Just take care of him, okay? By the time I come--
Sir? Mr. Girish, excuse me. Can I talk to you for a minute, please?
Sure. Please walk with me.
Sir, the police had given us the murder case of Iman Sheikh.
Such a veteran. Left to die like an animal. So sad.
Yes. Sir, I don't think that it's an open-and-shut case.
What do you mean?
Sir, I've studied the entire case file, and there are a lot of contradictions.
Iman Sheikh used to work for Gautam Desai at Lotus Corporation.
And this morning, apparently, Desai committed suicide.
And you feel that Iman's murder and Desai's suicide are connected?
We can't rule it out, sir.
Navin had asked you to return the case back to the police, right?
Yes, sir. I think we should investigate this.
Shikha Pandey, listen to me.
Look, it's good to be ambitious.
But ignoring your senior's orders
and breaking the rules is not acceptable in our organisation.
Navin doesn't give you orders just because he's your boss.
Navin is your boss, because he knows more about these things than you do.
All right?
After Najib's passing,
people like me were in hiding, fearing the Taliban.
I ended up in Delhi.
A kind and generous man gave me shelter.
Helped me get refugee status here.
He had a restaurant in Palam Vihar.
Now, in name, I worked there as a cook.
But I am a doctor by profession,
so he let me open a clinic in his basement.
He said that a good deed brings good fortune.
Free treatment.
But that bastard
started charging money from the poor behind my back.
I was furious.
And I just stabbed him in a fit of rage.
I was already depressed,
so I thought to myself...
that I've lived long enough.
I locked myself in the kitchen with a gas cylinder.
-And then-- -Prithvi.
Looks like you know that mad man quite well.
Just like you do.
He's ready.
It's not the AC.
I think it's you.
I think we can solve this problem...
together.
But you said that you don't need my help.
All I'm saying is...
there's no need for this news to get out.
We can solve this problem right here in this room.
Like two adults.
You really think that you'll sleep with me
and all your problems will be solved?
I don't know about mine, but yours surely will.
-What the hell were you thinking? -I know, I know, I know.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry.
Because of you, now Basu thinks that I have no control over my team.
What the fuck do you think of yourself?
-Navin, I said I'm sorry! Stop it now. -Oh, is sorry enough?
If you ever try to take
unnecessary advantage of our relationship--
What? Hello? What relationship are you referring to?
And when did I try to take advantage of you?
You took advantage of me.
I've been fucking spreading my legs for you.
Oh, stop behaving like a kid, Shikha.
Really? Like a kid? If I'm a kid, you're a fucking paedophile.
-You're crossing your limits now. -Really?
What happened to your limits
when you were sexually harassing your junior?
Two words.
Two words and your career will be fucking destroyed, Navin Sharma.
Shall I post it on social media? With a hashtag?
Shikha Pandey, go home.
You are suspended until further notice.
-You can't do this. -I am doing this.
And if you have any doubt,
then you're welcome to go to Basu again, directly. Got it?
You know what?
I want to help you.
Why? Because you screwed me?
No.
Because I want to screw you again.
These people have asked me to tell you that until the police...
-Ayesha? -Sir.
You're not looking good. Why don't you take a break?
Or you'll fall sick.
And after that if Dutt starts to negotiate his way,
-then you know what'll happen. -It won't come to that, sir.
But you're right. I'll have a smoke.
Thank you.
Do you have children?
I have a son.
Actually, he'll turn ten tomorrow.
When he gets to know that he's been orphaned,
how do you think he'd feel?
It won't really matter to him.
We don't really have a relationship.
That's what you think.
I was only two years old
when Iman Baba brought me home.
But I still...
always used to think about my real father.
Even though he didn't mean anything to me.
All units, this is Dutt. Come in. Over.
There's a wardrobe with a mirror on it,
and there's a window right opposite that. Any visual?
Unit five, negative. Over.
This is unit three, negative. Over.
This is unit two, affirmative. Over.
Focus on the mirror.
-Can you see anything? -No visuals, sir.
I can't see anything clearly. I'll have to change my position. Over.
Roger. Do that now.
Did you get this off my father's hand?
No.
Sir, I have visual.
I can see the mirror, but it's too dark.
-Looks like someone's sitting there. Over. -Brilliant job. Stay there.
Inform me if there's any movement. Over.
Wait a minute. We should involve Ayesha too.
We're not taking any action, but at least we have a visual now.
And there will be no action taken without my orders.
Dutt, is that clear?
Of course, sir.
This is unit two. Sir, I have visual. Over.
What do you see? Over.
It's not clear, but someone is walking around. Over.
Keep safe distance and keep following. Over.
Did you kill my father?
Unit four, do you have contact?
Unit three?
He's ready.
What's the matter?
He's a politician, right? He's thick-skinned.
Yes.
-Sir, I can see a gun. Over. -What else do you see?
I'm asking you, motherfucker.
What now?
You'll kill an unarmed man?
And what'll you get out of that?
Will that ease your pain?
I'll kill you and find out for myself.
Okay.
Pull the trigger.
Can you find a better angle? Over.
Negative, sir. This is the highest and the closest. Over.
Shoot!
Sir, all that I've done so far will go down the drain.
Hundred percent it's one of them.
-Sir, are you even listening to me? -Yes, Ayesha, I heard you.
But, sir, there are civilians in there too.
Hey, look at me. Look at me!
Look at this face properly.
Because, if you shoot,
this face will haunt you for the rest of your life.
They're still talking to us.
This can be resolved through dialogue.
We're not here to chit-chat with them.
I'm not here to chit-chat either, Dutt!
We've been sitting around here like idiots.
If negotiating a sensitive situation looks like stupid chit-chat to you,
then why the fuck am I here?
What do you think?
Killing someone is a joke?
I don't care what you think.
Then shoot me. Come on. Blow my brains out!
Unit two. Come in, unit two. What is this firing about? Over.
Sir, I saw the gunman. Over.
-Hold the fire. -Sir, the terrorists are in sight.
Aman!
How did the firing begin?
They fired first.
-Tell two to hold the fire. now! -Sir?
As you can see, there's heavy gunfire going on here.
We're putting our lives at stake and reporting this.
We're in the middle of a massive shoot-out.
Cease fire. All units, cease fire!
Prithvi!
Prithvi, what are you doing?
-Peter? -I had warned you to stay away.
Now, suffer the consequences.
-Who are you? -Your worst nightmare.