I'll say this once.
Lower your gun.
You're surrounded by the police.
You won't survive this, motherfucker!
Prithvi?
Mann Singh, are you pregnant? What month?
Don't you exercise?
Come on, 200 jumping jacks right away. Look at your paunch.
Shit.
I'd never thought I'd miss Dutt.
Do you know this guy?
If he had his way, he'd celebrate Diwali
with nuclear missiles.
So, then he must be celebrating Holi with blood?
Hello, kitty party.
Share the joke with me too.
Why not?
You must've heard the knock-knock jokes.
-Knock-knock. -Who's there?
Humans...
in that building...
-alive. -Is it?
You're treating them well, aren't you?
I hope our guests don't have any complaints.
Ask Mr. Singh. He's in charge here, by the way.
No, no. He's only the front.
You're the real deal. After all, he only listens to you.
And why shouldn't he?
She's always right.
-And who might you be? -Oh, just a regular cop.
Everyone can't be like you, right?
Oh, wow, another joke.
Srivastava. ATS intelligence.
Oh, that explains why your clothes still look freshly ironed.
I know that you love action thrillers,
but, in this movie, you're not the lead.
You're only an extra.
Extra?
Those who hang around and dance in the background.
So, wait until it's your time.
You sit here.
Keep ma'am entertained.
Sing some songs, okay?
When it's time to clean up the dead bodies...
then you can call this extra.
Bloody ass-kisser. Keep going for two hours!
You motherfuckers can continue gossiping!
There's no point in just sitting around and wasting time.
They know our positions.
And if they shove a bomb up your ass, you won't even feel it.
-Sir, won't he, if it blows up? -No more jokes!
We will change our formation and coordinates.
So what if we can't go inside.
There's no point in sitting around on our asses.
-All clear? -Sir!
-Move! -Move!
Move!
How much is Prithvi paying you
to do all this?
As much as he's giving you. I'm not especially enjoying this.
Oh, seriously?
So, you want to die for a social cause and become a martyr?
Are you crazy?
-What is happening outside? -The commandos are spreading out.
This was bound to happen. How long will they stand around waiting?
Shut up, man. Stop scaring me.
You just said that they're changing their positions.
It's obvious that they're not looking for a place to pee.
What are you afraid of?
You have Prithvi Singh.
Do you think this is a joke?
Have you lost your mind, Peter?
Aman, they're planning to do something.
You see that sniper? He wasn't there before. Now he's here.
Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen!
-What do you mean? -I mean...
they've accepted all our conditions,
and we've accepted theirs. You heard the conversation.
So, just let it go. It must be a drill.
How do I just let it go?
They've only accepted our conditions, not made any vows of friendship!
What if they break the door open and come inside?
I'm telling you, Peter. Nothing will happen.
I mean, you don't have nothing to be afraid of. Even if they do break in...
you're only a hostage here.
Hostage? And who's holding me hostage?
-Tell me, who's holding me-- -Peter...
I mean, to them you're only a hostage.
So, they won't do anything to you. In fact, they will protect you.
So, just relax.
Relax?
Why should I relax?
I'd be at home if I wanted to relax. Why would I be here?
Relax? You keep ordering me around. So does your brother!
Even that guy is ordering me around. Everyone is just ordering me around!
Don't tell me what to do! I'll do whatever I want!
Relax!
Are you done?
I'm trying to explain to you, Peter, that everything's okay.
-Calm down. -Calm down?
I'm not going to calm down. I can't! What will you do?
Will you shoot me? Come on, shoot me.
Didn't you say that they're going to break in? Come on.
Keep your hands away! Don't touch me!
-If your boyfriend finds out-- -He's not my boyfriend.
I mean, if your boss finds out
that I'm helping you, then I'll lose my job too.
That's good, right?
-Then I can use you 24/7. -Really?
Listen.
Iman Sheikh...
was a decorated ex-army officer,
and he was the head of security at Lotus Corporation.
He smells some foul play, so he starts investigating secretly.
He taps his boss Gautam Desai's phone calls
where there's also mention of Handa.
He gets caught and then murdered.
Two days later, Handa goes for a routine surgery
where he dies. Totally unexpected.
And then after a few days, Desai commits suicide.
-Sounds like the plot of some movie. -Exactly, man!
-It's so fucking bizarre. -I know.
And the only person left is the one Desai was talking to.
Isha.
Not bad.
I'm learning from you.
Now, listen.
Desai bought Lotus Corporation two years ago
to explore oil fields.
Now, a huge project like that needs financial backing.
But Desai used to keep changing his business partners.
-And he needed a new partner. -Exactly.
And, in the alternate energy market, the big players are--
Shelby, there's Tekken.
General International?
I keep reading. For investment purposes.
"Investment purposes"?
You can't even treat me to street food, and you want to make investments?
I'll definitely treat you when I have the money.
Shut up. Read this.
"The ministry of energy will be holding a conference
"on alternative energy.
"Among the elite panel of invited guests
"is the APAC VP of General International
"Isha Andrews
"who's currently in India."
Don't tell me. Isha is staying at this hotel?
My God, dude. You're on steroids or what? Bingo!
-Is all of this true? -Every word.
-That bloody Handa is Saba's father? -Only biological.
If I'd known, I'd have asked Saba for help and joined the traffic police.
Fuck! My mind isn't working.
Whenever I've been confused, I've always asked myself,
"What would Prithvi do in my place?"
Now that you're here, tell me what to do.
-Sorry, man. -Sorry?
Goes rather well with your dress.
Who are you? How did you get in?
Wrong question, sweetheart.
I will ask the right question.
Why did you go to such a mucky place all dolled up?
Wait.
Let me guess.
Well...
It was the best way out?
Huh?
Prithvi.
Prithvi had sent you.
Correct?
Such a pretty face.
You shouldn't have worn white today.
Anyway...
why did Prithvi send you there?
You're wasting your time by asking me all these questions.
You're right. You're right.
Now I get why Prithvi would...
choose you for something like this.
But you know what, sweetheart?
Loyalty is overrated.
Come on, tell me.
We'll save time for us both.
You don't have much left anyway.
Tell me.
All those about to die salute you, my Lord.
Sir, if we move these three units from here--
This is unit three. Sir, there's someone walking out through the main door.
Over.
Unit three, this is your commander. Who is there? Over.
Seems to be a hostage, sir. He's coming out through the main door.
-Over. -All units on high alert.
He could be a suicide bomber.
Shoot him in the head if you see a suicide vest.
As you can see here, one hostage has just walked out...
He's going to surrender, sir. Over.
This is Alpha. Hold your fire.
I said hold your fire! Over.
Have you lost your fucking mind, you fucker?
I don't want to stay here any longer.
You would've gotten everyone here killed, along with yourself!
Everything would've been over!
Fuck!
Now, until Prithvi doesn't come back,
nobody will do anything. Do you understand?
I'm not your paid servant.
Sit down!
I've had enough of you.
I've told you plenty of times, but you just don't seem to get it.
If you utter one more word,
I'll shoot you right here.
-Put the gun down. -Sit down!
Sit down!
Don't you move.
Go on, negotiate some more,
and add them to your WhatsApp group too.
Did anyone ask for your opinion?
If you had asked, this would've been over by now.
Chaudhary, cut it out.
Sir, you only had to give your orders, I'd have split that kidnapper's head open.
Yeah and, after that, his men would've quietly surrendered, right?
They would've shat their pants.
And they would've understood
who is the boss here!
If I was in their place, I'd think ten times before doing anything.
You're not much different from them.
Your thought process is quite like theirs.
Sir, there's no freedom to act.
-Our hands are completely tied. -Okay, Chaudhary.
I will relieve you.
Permanently.
You may go and enjoy your freedom at leisure.
We don't want any immature officers here anyway.
Sir, right from my first day on the job until today,
I've handled thousands of hostage situations.
I'm only saying that the more we wait the worse it'll get.
That's all.
Motherfucker! Open the door.
Hello!
Congratulations, Peter.
You've been rewarded well for your loyalty.
Can you stop with your nonsense?
Listen to yourself.
Just listen.
Your anger holds so much pain within.
I know you, Peter.
You have a good heart, Peter.
Hey, just stop talking, please.
You can vent at me all you want.
But, Peter,
I can get you out of this problem.
Just look at your face. Nobody will even recognise you outside.
And you want to solve my problems?
You're right.
But don't you forget
that outside of this place
I'm still the Chief Minister.
Got it?
Chief Minister.
I don't have any special love towards Handa.
He's a cunning douchebag, but he is still the CM.
And this thing that you've gone and done, I have no way of saving you.
I'll surrender tomorrow.
Just give me a little more time
so that I can get Aman and Saba out of there.
Look, Prithvi. The situation is quite tense.
-There's no telling what'll happen next. -I know. I know.
Just a little more time.
After that, you can do what you think is right.
I don't need to tell you that you're in deep shit.
I can smell it, man.
Prithvi, a few hours. That is it.
Listen...
Thanks, buddy.
Take care of yourself.
I'll take a selfie with you in the coffee shop and send it to Navin.
Let's see how...
-Isha Andrews. -Fuck, man! She's hot.
Hey, which way do you swing?
Anyway, now quickly do what you gotta do.
-Ready? -Yeah. Let's go.
Hi. I have a delivery for Ms. Isha Andrews.
Sure, sir. I'll have it delivered.
-Thank you. -Welcome, sir. Have a good day.
Cheers.
-Have this put in the imperial suite. -Yes, ma'am.
-Which floor, ma'am? -Twelfth.
-After you, ma'am. -Thank you.
-Everything all right? -Damn.
I think I've left the agreement papers at the hotel.
Driver, back to the hotel, please.
Superb.
Yes, please.
What the fuck!
-Yeah? -Isha is back. Get out of there.
-What! -Shikha, Isha is coming upstairs.
Get out of there. Right now.
Shit!
I didn't ask you to just leave them in the room.
These had to be hand-delivered.
She's such an important guest, how...
Sorry, good afternoon, ma'am.
-Compliments of the hotel. -Thank you.
-Good day. -Good day.
Shikha, did she...
Man! Isha Andrews is fucking hot.
Kanta, stop mopping the floor. Please go upstairs and hang the clothes to dry.
Go!
Mom, if you worry so much, you'll get sick again.
-I'm telling you everything will be done in time. -Excuse me?
-Mom, I'll call you back. -Yes?
Good afternoon, ma'am. I had to meet sir.
He's not home right now.
Oh, sir, had told me...
I've come all the way from Noida, ma'am.
Sir had called me in about his car-insurance renewal.
I'm Balwinder Singh from Royal Insurance.
Yes, something came up, so he had to leave.
It's okay, ma'am. Could you please give these papers--
Can you please come later? Thank you.
Actually, ma'am...
today's my sister's wedding day, so I had to leave.
If this case doesn't get filed today, then I will...
It's okay.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Excuse me?
-Thank you. -It's okay. Just make it quick.
Hi.
I've only just realised
how important it is to be insured.
No? Come here. Yeah!
Excuse me?
Look, Mrs. Dutt.
I don't like spilling blood
in front of kids.
It leaves a deep impact on them.
How dare you?
Just get out of my house right now.
This is the SP's bungalow.
Yes. But he's not here right now.
Seriously?
Look, Mrs. Dutt.
This is your son.
This is Prithvi's daughter.
Technically, I just want this one.
I just want to quietly take her and leave
so that you can play house with your child peacefully.
Think about it.
Pia. Sunny.
Pia.
Now.
Are you Dad's friend?
-Best buddy. -Then why haven't I met you before?
We had a fight.
Then you should apologise to him.
He started the fight.
So who should apologise first? He should, correct?
I don't believe that. My dad is always right.
But, this time, maybe it's his fault.