All language subtitles for Jewel.Thief.The.Heist.Begins.2025

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Alibaug.

Today, for the first time, this extremely rare art collection is up for auction,

only for select special guests.

Introducing our star painting, Medicine by Gustav Klimt.

It was painted in the year 1900,

and it was believed that this painting had disappeared during World War II,

but more than 80 years later, it has been rediscovered

by well-known curator and our host of the evening, Mr Rajan Aulakh.

Hello, Mr Batliwala.

Where is Rajan? He's missing from his own party.

Sir is finishing a painting in his studio.

Mr Mehta,

my star accountant.

Do you know, you are the chief guest of this party?

Oh, sorry.

Rajan, I don't know how

your offshore accounts data got leaked to Interpol.

Trust me, Rajan, I don't know.

Rajan…

Trust can't bring back my 200 crores, can it?

Rajan…

Forget about me.

The money of my five clients was frozen in that account.

That too is gone. Out!

I will work free for you all my life. I…

A painting in its true art form…

Because of your mistake, my life's work is being auctioned off. Listen.

Another painting is sold.

-Do you hear it? -And the buyer is Mr Batliwala.

I try very hard to be just "Mr Aulakh".

But fuckers like you bring my underworld days back.

-Hi, sir. -Hi.

Mr Rajan?

Hi. Jennifer Lobo.

Thanks so much for the invite.

Our museum, Fortcrest, can host these artefacts of yours,

and I must say it will be an honour.

As soon as the Red Sun leaves India,

there will be an open slot, you know, at our museum.

-Red Sun? -Yes.

Africa's Kohinoor, Africa's pride, will be in India very soon,

and we're extremely delighted that our museum will exhibit the Red Sun.

I'm sure you must have heard about how priceless the Red Sun is.

Oh, do you paint too?

Yeah, sometimes. Just for fun.

-Anyways, I'll see you around. -Sure.

I didn't think I'd ever have to, but it looks like I will have to call him.

Who?

The one-of-a-kind Bellagio emerald necklace

was stolen mid-transit on the National Highway.

This took place despite an entire private security convoy

being assigned to the necklace's protection.

Reports say that this was a one-of-a-kind heist.

The last time this happened was in 1995 by Neil McCauley and his team.

Everyone is still shocked by how this robbery has been pulled off.

The police are still searching for the jewel thief.

Good morning, beautiful.

Leaving so soon?

Aren't you gonna at least ask my name after giving me such an expensive gift?

Your name…

is the only thing I didn't discover about you last night.

Let's keep some mystery alive.

Sir, he has disappeared.

Rehan.

I don't know where he went.

Yes, sir.

What the hell, Avi? What are you doing here in Budapest?

What do you mean, "What am I doing here?"

I came to meet you. Can't I come to meet you?

To meet me?

You haven't called in three years, and now you're here just to meet me?

Tell me why you're here.

Because of Baba.

What happened to Baba?

Baba got a donor for his charity hospital,

who donated a huge amount to the hospital.

Ten crores.

Uncle-ji, the money has been deposited in your account.

Please check.

-It's done, Baba. -Thanks.

Okay, that's good.

Now you don't need to take even ten rupees from your patients for treatment.

Just continue to serve well.

I am just a medium.

You are the one doing the real service.

Why are you embarrassing us, Uncle-ji?

-Some tea or coffee? -Idiot! Why are you asking?

-Get it. -My bad. Sorry, sir.

-Avi. That… -Yes, I'll be right back.

Listen, the money that's been deposited in your dad's account…

Yes, sir?

It's all dirty money.

The account it was transferred from was also an unnamed account.

I don't understand, sir. What do you mean?

It's all ill-gotten gains from crime.

And if we want,

we can send your dad to jail right now by tipping off the Enforcement Directorate.

But, sir…

No, sir.

-Jail? -Yes.

Think about what will happen

when the world finds out that the honest doctor

who kicked out his son calling him a thief is a thief himself.

Jail. Court.

-Media. Abuse on social media. -No. No, sir.

-Sir… -Then defamation.

Sir, he won't be able to handle or tolerate it.

I know, darling, that he won't be able to handle all this.

And while all this is going on, if something happens to him, by chance…

Sir, you…

…you won't find another doctor for him for ten rupees.

Right?

If you want your dad to continue playing doctor and lead a normal life,

then you have to do something for me.

I want Rehan.

Tell him that Rajan Aulakh would like to meet him.

Rajan Aulakh?

Brother, we really need your help.

I left everything behind and have been living here for the past three years, Avi.

Why?

Because they can't fucking arrest me here.

Brother, there must be something you can do. Please think about it.

Maybe an associate can help.

I used to have a family.

I have no association with them anymore.

Brother, you can't talk like this.

Baba used to sing your praises day and night.

"My Rehan is in America today."

"My Rehan is in Africa today."

"My Rehan is dealing in big properties in Australia today."

Sometimes, I used to think that maybe I was invisible to Baba.

But you broke his heart.

So what should I do now?

Should I surrender?

Go back home, Avi.

I can't do anything.

You can't be my son!

My son can't be a thief.

Get out of here! Get out!

Baba used to sing your praises day and night.

"My Rehan is in America today."

"My Rehan is dealing in big properties in Australia."

But you broke his heart.

Rehan Roy.

You bastard!

Finally.

Haven't you crossed level 13 yet?

What's the plan?

Vikram Sir has kept us waiting here for such a long time.

He doesn't have a family of his own and he has kept us away from ours.

By the way, we told him, right,

that the chameleon has not come out of the house yet?

He wanted to know where the chameleon disappeared yesterday.

A chameleon does not disappear.

It just cannot be seen.

Camouflage, you know?

Start eating some salad, sir. Only burger is not good for your health.

And you, sir, seem to finish ten packets of chips in a day.

I have seen it.

Your wife has told you to lose weight, but still you…

It's not good, sir.

What? You want to know why I'm here?

My heart melted, sir.

You've been chasing me for the past two years.

Bangkok to Muscat.

Muscat to Kenya.

Kenya to Budapest.

Even your passport must be saying, "Let me rest a bit, pal."

Now that you have finally reached me,

I thought I should present myself at your service.

What are you trying to do?

I am simply surrendering, sir.

Just call your "Vikram Sir".

Look out! Look out!

STF! STF! Hands up!

Don't move! Catch him!

Get these guys!

Catch them! Catch the buggers!

-Sir, shoot him. Kill the bastard. -No. Don't do it.

People like him go to jail and get out on bail.

-Don't do it. -Shoot this bastard.

Please. Please don't.

Shoot him, sir.

He himself surrendered?

Yes, sir. He only asked me to call you.

Chaddha, rather believe in Santa Claus than in Rehan's words.

Yes, sir.

And Chaddha…

Remember. Whatever comes on its own, can also go on its own.

So don't fuck this up.

You two take Rehan to the airport. I'm coming there.

Yes, sir.

Sir, Rehan has been arrested.

This time, my promotion is guaranteed, right, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Happy!

Or should I say, "You must be really happy today"?

Come on, guys.

You won't win a bigger jackpot than this.

We should celebrate.

One drink at the very least.

Come on. It'll be my treat.

We will drink.

But only after we feed you Yerawada's jail food.

After that, we plan to drink all day.

What are you looking for, big bro?

What's this now?

Going to make me do Mujra?

Even I don't have such royal hobbies.

You know what… You guys keep an eye on me.

I will get some rest.

People should take care of both their needs and their sleep.

It keeps the face glowing.

"Needs and sleep." Too good.

Why is he being so cooperative?

Sir said, "Believe in Santa Claus but not in Rehan's words."

Come on, keep an eye on him.

Chaddha Sir, tell me a story.

Chaddha?

Chaddha!

Who the fuck is it?

Sir?!

Did you get enough sleep?

Sir.

-Sorry, sir! -Sir.

-Where is Rehan? -Sir, right here…

Don't know…

Sir. Where did he go? Just like that?

Triazolam patch.

A sedative.

Come on, guys. You won't win a bigger jackpot than this.

We should celebrate. One drink at the very least.

Come on. It'll be my treat.

Sir, we put a GPS tracker on him.

No matter where that fucker goes, we'll find him.

Which GPS tracker? That one?

Hello. Immigration?

Yes, this is Vikram Patel from the STF.

I need to know if an STF officer named Gaurav Chaddha

has entered India recently.

Sir, but I am Gaurav Chaddha.

You were. Check your passport.

My passport?

He used you guys.

He knew that people with diplomatic passports get easy passage.

But what is there in Mumbai that would make him take such a big risk?

Good evening, Mr Aulakh.

Come on, you're a good boy. Good boy.

Nero and I have been waiting for you for a long time.

Blood is thicker than water.

Pardon my Hindi, but I'm not a fucktard.

Of all the fathers in all the world,

you looked for mine and set a trap for him.

Rajan Aulakh, what do you want from me?

It will be fun to play with you.

And what is the game?

Just a small heist.

What's this special thing you plan to rob, for which you especially need me?

Red Sun.

Red Sun.

Africa's most precious diamond.

Destiny will always be bright for the one who owns it.

318 carats, with a market price of more than 500 crores.

For years, this diamond has increased the glory of the government there.

The prince of that place, Gamunu, has taken it on a world tour

to exhibit it in all the big museums of the world.

Next week, this diamond is coming to Mumbai

to our Fortcrest Art Centre,

from where we have to steal it.

Fortcrest Art Centre?

The security system there is top-of-the-line.

It's un-fucking-hackable!

For the rest of the world.

But not for a jewel thief like you.

As far as I remember, the last time you were there,

Maharani Geeta Devi's necklace was being exhibited.

You made a foolproof plan to get inside.

If Vikram had not found out at the last moment,

you would have gotten inside.

So pardon my Hindi, but I'm not a fucktard either.

Okay, let's assume

that I steal this "Red Sun" you've just told me that long story about.

What's next? Where will you sell it? Batliwala?

Oh, come on.

Everyone knows that there is only one person in India

who can handle such a big deal.

Don't you check social media?

Look. Vikram raided his place.

Xerxes Batliwala has been arrested.

Then there really is only one person.

Moosa.

Only he can sell this diamond.

But after what you did to him last time,

will he agree to work with you?

You just do your job.

What I choose to do with it after is not your concern.

Actually, it is my concern.

We are both sitting here.

So if the cake is cut, it will be divided between us.

And divided equally.

Meaning you want me to give you 250 out of 500 crores?

If you want to give me more, that's fine too.

250 crores.

And one more thing.

You need to maintain a little social distance from my dad.

Starting now, from this very moment.

Come here, baby. Nero, come here.

When he came to me, he was small.

I raised him with my own hands.

I fed him with my own hands, made him sleep near me…

Rottweilers.

Very dangerous.

Very loyal.

And today,

on the first meeting, he was eating biscuits from your hand.

I don't trust anyone easily.

But once I trust…

then the responsibility to protect it is theirs.

You will stay here until the work is done.

Here is your room.

Your phone.

That was your phone.

My bag is in the car. Have it sent to me.

I don't know what's up with Rehan.

He was so safe here.

Why would he decide to go to India?

A person only takes that kind of risk for two reasons.

Love and family.

Man, why are you chasing me?

What can I do?

My dad used to say that I was a pain too.

When I wanted something, I could never let it go.

Pal, I didn't know you were going there. I came down to Mumbai for you.

No worries.

The next party will be on me.

We will sit comfortably and drink tea

in the jail canteen.

I'm seeing such a beautiful thing for the first time.

A beautiful thing can also be dangerous.

It is called belladonna.

I know.

A small dose can make a person unconscious.

A large dose can kill them.

Do you plan to kill someone?

If I was going to kill someone, I would have done it long ago.

Don't I know you?

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

That pickup line passed its expiry date a long time ago.

No, really.

Delhi, a few years ago.

I saw you at the Belvedere art gallery.

I don't know who you're talking about.

It was you.

You were insisting that the gallery owner exhibit your painting.

Maybe I'm wrong.

So you are…

also like Rajan?

No. I am also an artist.

You mean con artist.

English is a funny language.

It turns even a thief into an artist.

You should try stealing sometime.

It is a work of art.

Piazza della Signoria.

Have you been to Florence?

I've been fond of travelling since childhood.

So when I grew up,

I set out to fulfil all my desires.

There is hardly any place among these where I have not been.

And you?

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Some people's desires always remain unfulfilled.

Not everyone is like you,

lucky.

Relax, he's not here.

I am going to see him.

Actually, you're right.

That girl was someone else.

There are guards all around.

Around 40-50 guards in the entire art centre.

You talk me?

But only during the day.

Our work happens at night.

On the same night that the Red Sun is placed here.

"Red Sun."

Nippon.

-How many guards will there be at night? -Four.

"Chai"? I love chai.

But why only four?

Because those are not the real guards.

They are.

At night, it won't be 40 guards. Just these.

This is the puzzle that we have to solve.

The state-of-the-art security system here.

It's activated at night.

So beautiful.

If you accidentally touch these rays…

…the alarm system will be activated.

And you can forget about taking the Red Sun out of here.

It would be impossible to even get out of here yourself.

But the guards seem to be moving about very freely.

Why are they not affected by these rays?

The guards' biometrics and DNA have both been scanned,

so the system can identify them.

How will you get out?

What's the magic trick?

I know how to turn this system off.

How?

To begin with,

we have to reset the main frame of the museum.

Then?

When it is reset, it will go back to its original setting.

Meaning?

This entire system was designed in Silicon Valley, California.

That is why its default clock also follows America's time zone.

When it is day there, it's night here.

This is the flow of this machine, and this is our magic trick.

Meaning that if we reset the system, the lasers will turn off?

Correct.

The reset time is six minutes

and the lasers will be off for these six minutes.

We have this six-minute window.

In that window, we'll only have to deal with the four guards.

Exactly.

And how will you get the system password?

Only one person knows the password.

Jennifer Lobo.

We will have to steal the password without her knowledge.

And how will that happen, Chacha Chaudhary?

If I have thought this far,

then I've obviously thought about the next steps too, Mr Aulakh.

Did you get it, Hakka Noodles?

I'm not Chinese. I'm Japanese.

I love sushi.

Arigato.

Thank you, Doctor sahib, for taking time out.

Please.

So I'll get straight to the point.

Do you know where your son is?

Yes.

Avi?

No, I am talking about your elder son, Rehan.

I have only one son.

Look, Doctor sahib,

three days ago,

Rehan came to India from Budapest on a fake diplomatic passport.

Three days?

For three years, I have neither spoken to him nor seen his face.

-And you? -Sir?

You're also not in touch with him? You also haven't met him?

Look, if you have come here for information about Rehan,

then we cannot help you.

We have no relation with him.

All right.

If you get in contact with him

or find out anything about him, please reach out to me.

Avi, see him to the door.

Activate the informant network.

Let's get this guy.

You cannot be my son.

My son cannot be a thief.

A father who has not borrowed a single rupee from anyone.

And you…

Despite being a doctor, you could not save Mother's life.

She died…

only because of your rotten morality and stubbornness!

Morality does not save lives, Baba.

Money saves lives.

Get out of here!

Get out!

If someone speaks the truth, you ask them to leave.

You treat patients for ten rupees each.

You distribute medicines for free.

This is not going to bring Mother back.

Baba, when will you understand?

Not every pain can be cured by medicine.

You were right.

Sorry?

I am the same girl

whom you saw in Delhi.

When I came out of the gallery, you told me

not to exhibit my painting there

because that gallery was about to be shut down.

Well,

I knew I wasn't so forgettable.

And that's what happened.

Two days later, a major heist took place there and then it shut down.

Guilty as charged.

What do you think?

That if Rajan gets his Red Sun,

he will let you and your dad go?

Your Rajan is very special.

He does partnerships as well as blackmail.

I think you are also playing a game.

I am a simple thief.

It's your husband who plays games.

Rajan does not play games.

He plays with people's lives.

Why did you marry him?

Why are you working with him?

Everyone has their compulsions.

We can't see others'

and we don't reveal our own.

Here.

These glasses have an inbuilt camera.

I'll see whatever you are seeing.

Now, tell me the plan.

What has to be done and how. From the beginning.

After exactly two hours, Chunky and I will enter the museum.

What about those cameras?

There is a big fault in the cameras outside the room where the diamond is.

At one point in the movement of both cameras, they miss a spot

for exactly four seconds.

What will happen in four seconds?

The day after tomorrow, when the Red Sun arrives,

without coming into the view of the camera…

I'll enter the main hall.

Then, time for Chunky to get ready.

I will distract the guard and take his access card.

As soon as the guard moves away, I will enter the administrative block.

At that time, Ms Jennifer Lobo will be on her routine rounds.

And her room will be empty for me.

What will you do after going into the room?

First of all, I will clean her keyboard properly.

And Chunky? Why do you need him?

It is time for…

Chunky's grand entry.

-How are you, bro? -All good, bro.

New rule: local staff have to make an entry twice a day.

Oh, that diamond. Our life has become a mess because of it.

Ready.

Chunky, start.

Copy.

Here we go.

Let's clean this up.

Stay calm.

Step 1. I will hide in the room and wait for Ms Lobo to come back.

What the hell happened to the genset?

Only then will Ms Lobo find out that the generator's tripped.

She will have to enter her password to turn off the alarm.

As soon as Ms Lobo finishes and goes out of her room…

Step 2.

I will recover Ms Lobo's fingerprint from the keyboard.

And that's it. I will get the password.

Wait a minute. Hold it.

What if something goes wrong?

Don't worry.

What can go wrong?

My charger…

Ms Lobo, is this how you will ensure the security of my paintings?

Mr Aulakh?

I didn't know that you would be coming today.

Oh, trust me, even I didn't know.

Actually, I was thinking you had organised an exhibition

of our Hussain sahib's paintings here.

Seems that it was all just big talk.

The way the power is getting disrupted is reminding me of my village.

It was just a one-off thing, Mr Aulakh.

Trust me, such a thing has never happened here before.

We have the best security standard.

-Are you sure? -Of course.

Come, let me take you for a tour.

-Please. -Come.

Got it?

Good entry, Mr Aulakh.

I know.

These are just letters. What's the password?

We have to crack it.

There are ten letters. There must be lakhs of combinations, right?

15,62,275 to be exact.

But you have only three days

and only one life.

Mr Moosa welcomes you to the Colosseum.

Each of you have been specially invited by our host

to watch the game of death and feed your bloodlust.

Four revolvers with just one bullet each.

Gentlemen, place your bets now

on who will be the last man standing.

Quickly.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one.

You have the guts to call me back.

You seem to be fond of playing with fire.

The person you are talking to

is not the same Rajan of ten years ago, Moosa Bhai.

I am impressed.

Think before you talk.

Last time,

neither the account was settled

nor my heart was satisfied.

Have you heard about the Red Sun?

It has a market value of 500 crores.

I will bring the diamond. You bring the buyer.

The account will be settled and your heart will be satisfied as well.

Be careful.

Last time, I left marks on your back.

This time, you know what will happen if you cross me.

I don't know when I last went out of the house like this.

Thank you for bringing me here.

Shall we go back?

Rajan will be back any moment.

My dad.

Your dad?

No matter what happens,

every day he closes his clinic and comes to this garden in the evening.

Sometimes, I come to see him from a distance.

Why from a distance?

He does not want to have any relationship with me.

I lost my mother when I was a kid.

Do you know, if I had the chance today…

to meet her even once,

I would do anything.

Don't stop yourself, Rehan.

Distance never reduces pain.

I will steal both, the Red Sun and you…

and Rajan will not be able to do anything about it.

Vijay Anand.

Is there a booking under Vijay Anand?

It's 607.

Can I make a call?

Hello, sir.

Hello?

Where?

When was it?

Rehan has been spotted. Regal Hotel.

Shekhar, Chaddha, Shinde. Come on, let's go.

Have you started the work?

Work in progress.

Got the password?

Work in progress.

Simon Jarvis, UK High Commission.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

…can't even play with you a little?

Oh shit!

"Teardrop 81."

"Predator 18."

"Drop 18."

Sir, this…?

Rehan's handwriting.

It's a password.

But of what?

-Newspaper. -Newspaper?

The Red Sun.

Yes, my password was teardrop 81.

Was?

I mean it still is.

But obviously, I am going to change it.

Don't change it.

What?

Look, Ms Lobo, the person who has stolen your password,

his plan obviously is to steal the Red Sun.

So we should change the password immediately.

What are you talking about?

I want to trap him, Ms Lobo.

And if you change the password,

he will realise that we know.

He has robbed many museums like yours worldwide and will keep doing so.

That's why you benefit from his capture just as much as we do.

Mr Jewel Thief.

This colour…

is not made from any chemical or dye.

When fresh human blood dries after 20-to-25 minutes,

this colour is formed.

Someone lost his life for this painting.

Best of luck for tomorrow.

The Red Sun must have reached the Fortcrest Art Centre by now,

absolutely ready for tomorrow's exhibition.

This time, I will go alone.

I will only need Salim.

He will drop me off outside the museum in his van.

Will you go through the main gate?

Under the place where Fortcrest is built,

there's a secret tunnel from the time of the British before independence.

Under this place is not Mumbai's gutter,

but a gift from the British to us.

Direct entry into Fortcrest.

Hacking into Jennifer Lobo's system.

All right.

We have six minutes.

Timer starts now.

Got you, Rehan.

He has reached the main stairs.

Let him leave quietly.

Copy, sir.

What are you waiting for? Shut the system down.

Ten seconds more. I want to catch him red-handed.

Let the mouse enter the hole.

Copy.

Okay, the diamond is on the other side of the door. We are very close.

Here we go.

Those cameras.

What's happened?

They're moving faster than before.

And the four-second blind spot?

Why did he stop?

What the hell is he doing?

What, Ms Lobo? Did you do anything?

There was a blind spot in the surveillance system. I just fixed it this morning.

Not today.

They know I am here.

-Fuck! -What?

He has found out we're here. Lock down the entire place right now!

Hall number Five B! I repeat, Five B.

Today, Rehan should not escape. Go! Go, go, go!

Men, he is on the lower level. Exit C, go! Go!

Exit G! Exit G! Go, go.

He has hacked all the CCTV cameras.

The museum system is compromised. It's compromised.

Now prepare for jail tea.

Let's move.

How'd it go?

Just like I thought.

You used the Red Sun and my museum as bait.

And I allowed it like an idiot. Biggest mistake of my life!

Ms Lobo, listen to me.

No, no, no, no, no! This is my art centre here, Mr Vikram Patel!

And now I will make every decision that concerns it.

I want my Red Sun back now.

What I'm trying to say is…

Just listen to me once…

Fuck it, beat me.

This guy is fooling you,

and on top of that, Moosa is up your ass.

Is that enough?

Shall we take a break?

Can I get a cigarette?

Consider it a loan, Mr Aulakh.

I will pay you back.

Now shall I speak?

I admit I failed.

But I've thought of something else.

Hey, you are fooling the boss again, huh?

We both are in the same boat.

Before, I got entangled with you because of my dad.

Now, you are stuck with Moosa because of me.

He might have already talked to some buyer.

If he doesn't get that diamond now,

I also know what he could do.

Now, only one thing can save our boat from sinking.

The Red Sun.

And even now, I am the only one who can get it for you.

Gamunu is nervous.

He has cancelled the rest of the tour

and is taking the Red Sun back to London.

Straight from the art centre to the airport,

from there to Heathrow Airport,

and from there, to the British Museum under the security of MI5.

Now you will steal it from the British Museum?

There is a place

where there will be no MI5,

no Indian Security Agency,

no borders, and no border restrictions.

We will steal the Red Sun

from 30,000 feet…

in the sky.

How will you do it? He's a prince.

He'd have a private jet, right?

He definitely does.

But this time, the prince will travel with the people.

The landing gear of Gamunu's private jet has jammed

and he must have got this bad news by now.

It will take at least a week to repair that jet.

Gamunu is now flying a regular commercial flight.

Skyfly Airlines, flight number SF311.

Bhai, he is an expert at fooling people.

He is planning to fool you again.

Your dad.

Evening walk, 7:15 sharp every day.

He got lucky this time. He won't get lucky again.

So don't make a mistake even by accident.

We will need new passports.

It will be done.

Clean aliases. No marked history.

And another person will be needed on the plane. Actually, a girl.

Farrah.

Family matters should stay in the family.

This is my opinion. The rest is up to you.

Do you trust Farrah?

More than you.

There's our man. Manish Ashar.

Even if the world turned upside down, he'd never miss his weekend golf.

Salim, understood?

And only you can execute the other task.

Talk to him.

Time to phone a friend.

Where is the diamond, Rajan?

There is a small problem, sir.

Did you get the diamond or not?

You will get the diamond.

I just need help.

Do one thing.

Take a flight to Istanbul.

We will sit. I will talk to you lovingly.

And then I will decide what to do with you.

See you on the other side.

I am not able to decide. Should I trust you or not?

Try trusting me one last time.

This time, we will be partners.

What about your other partner?

Work over, partnership over.

I will bury him somewhere here.

Fifty-fifty.

Fifty-fifty.

I also have the same picture.

Do you remember, Baba,

how we used to go to the park to eat ice cream when I was a kid?

You never ate it.

You used to say, "I don't feel like it."

We never realised

how much those few minutes of happiness

used to cost your pocket.

So after growing up,

and lightening the burden of the mind,

you set out to make your pockets heavier.

You have never understood me, Baba.

I am old now.

But

good people can be seen even from a distance.

But even if cunning people are standing very close,

they cannot be identified.

I cannot change how you think about me.

But I will definitely say that as long as this son of yours is alive,

he will not let anything bad happen to you.

You are my son.

What can be worse than this?

You're right, Baba.

What can be worse even for your enemies than this?

That I am your son.

Hey, it's over.

The Red Sun is going back to London with Gamunu today.

That's good. We'll get a break too.

Sir!

What did you say, Chaddha?

What did I say?

What did you say to him just now?

Oh, that…

Sir, our tension is over.

The Red Sun is going back to London today with Gamunu.

Gamunu was scared stiff after hearing about the theft.

He is going today by Skyfly 311.

What, he's flying commercial?

Yes, sir. There was some problem with his private plane.

Fuck! We have to leave for the airport right now! Right now.

-Right now. -Yes, sir. Why, sir?

Rehan did it again.

-What happened? -He fucked us over.

Failing to steal it from the art centre was part of his plan!

Meaning he purposely failed there?

But why would he do that?

Because he knew that he couldn't even touch the Red Sun at the art centre.

That's why he planned to commit the theft in the sky, not on the ground.

Scaring Gamunu with his failed robbery attempt.

Forcing him to take a commercial flight because his private plane malfunctioned.

All this was a part of his plan.

Can I make a call?

Rehan Roy has been spotted.

Regal Hotel. Room 607.

Rehan has been spotted. Regal Hotel.

Rehan's handwriting.

It's a password.

He's been playing us all along.

Gamunu's private jet was the last piece of the puzzle between Rehan and the Red Sun.

But he found a solution to this problem too.

By making it malfunction.

That is why Gamunu is now going on a commercial flight

where all security will be missing.

It was all his plan.

Thank you. This way.

Have a safe flight, sir.

Thank you.

Special security arrangements have been made for the Red Sun on this flight.

The Red Sun has been placed in a secured vault of the plane

and will be picked up by MI5 in London.

Please fasten your seatbelts.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your co-pilot Aparna Chhetri

welcoming you onboard flight SF311 to Heathrow Airport, London.

Send Rehan's photograph to the cabin crew through the plane's secure network.

See if they recognise him.

There is only one option now.

I have to reach London before him.

-I will book the tickets. -It will be too late.

Then?

There is a rich man who owes me a favour.

Yes, Mota Bhai.

For you, sir.

Neha.

We've got information to look for this person on the flight.

-Just check and let me know, okay? -All right.

They have found out, and they are looking for you.

Vikram!

I will have to disappear.

You're on a plane and that too in the air.

People vanish into thin air only, Mr Aulakh.

Not possible, Shekhar. He is on the same plane.

Sir, they have checked the whole plane thoroughly.

Rehan is not on that plane.

Call London immediately.

I need Scotland Yard as soon as I land there.

On it, sir.

Sir!

Long flight, just stretching.

Okay.

Sir?

Cold towel?

It is called belladonna.

A small dose can make a person unconscious.

A large dose can kill them.

One cola, please.

-Yes sir. -Thank you.

Sandra.

Sandra!

Victor!

Somebody!

Somebody! Anthony! Help.

Sandra.

Sir? Are you okay?

-Doctor. -Hold on, I will be back.

Doctor.

Dr Rustam Poonawala?

Yes?

Sir, a passenger's health has become very bad in first class.

Could you come up with me, please?

Of course.

Good evening, Prince Gamunu. I am Dr Poonawala.

Help me.

Is the pain here? Here?

Don't worry, young man.

How much time until we land?

Approximately three hours and 30 minutes.

I need to speak to the captain.

Okay, let's go.

Salim.

-I'm Captain Manish Ashar. -Hi, Captain.

What's the emergency?

Prince Gamunu has developed acute appendicitis.

If not operated on time, it may rupture inside which may even take his life.

Oh God!

We have to land now. Which is the nearest airport from here?

Istanbul. We passed it 20 minutes back.

Well, take us back.

There is a very famous surgeon in St. Thomas Hospital, Dr Ibrahim Ramsey.

I know him personally.

Please, Captain. This is the only chance to save the prince.

Sir, the plane is being diverted towards Istanbul.

What?

Sir, a passenger has got appendicitis.

Bullshit.

Shekhar, call the Turkish police immediately.

Not a single person should leave that plane,

and I want an armed response unit all around the plane.

But what about that passenger, sir? Will we have to send an ambulance?

That is what Rehan wants.

He will use that chance to take the Red Sun out.

Shekhar, I repeat, no one is to come out of that plane. Not a single person.

I am nearby. I will divert there.

All right, sir.

Good evening, everyone This is your captain speaking.

We have a medical emergency

due to which we've diverted the plane to Istanbul.

We've already started our descent into Atatürk Airport

and should be touching down in approximately ten minutes.

This is not looking good.

I need to speak to the captain again.

Okay.

Now what?

Ms Vicky, please go and monitor the patient.

If you see any change, inform me immediately.

Okay.

Play.

Please save us.

My family? What the fuck?!

Everyone is safe as of now.

If you want everyone to continue being safe,

then land the plane here, not at the airport.

This… this is a location in the middle of Istanbul.

You're absolutely right.

Are you crazy?

Should I land the plane in the middle of the city without any runway?

Do you want to kill everyone?

Are you t…?

Is this a hija…?

Please. Please don't do this. Please, please.

We are not terrorists

and sometimes, for the sake of family,

even good people have to do bad things.

Do as I say and nothing will happen to anyone.

Land the plane, Captain.

What the hell?

Pilot, there's been a slight change in the landing address.

We have to land here.

But… but, sir…

There's no other option. They have taken my family hostage.

Just do what I'm saying.

Now!

Ali Karabulut.

-Vikram. -Pleased to meet you.

Plane is on final approach now. I've got an armed response unit standing by.

How many do you think?

I think…

Hello.

What?

Are you sure?

Okay.

It's changed direction.

What?

The plane. It's coming down in the middle of Istanbul.

Where the hell would you land a plane in the middle of the city?

Fast, guys.

We don't have so much time left. Come on, let's go.

Hurry up. Put that there.

Come on, come on, come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Hello?

What's that?

That's the central park.

What the fuck?

This is a big mistake Everyone will be killed.

I can't see a thing. It's complete darkness.

Light eventually comes to end the darkness.

There you go, Captain.

A landing strip in the middle of Istanbul's central park.

800 meters long, 40 meters wide.

Not as good as London, but I'm sure you'll manage.

How much longer?

Ten minutes more.

We have five minutes.

Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts.

We're expecting some turbulence.

Thank you.

Hurry. We're nearly out of time.

Let me focus.

This is the first lock.

There are four more.

Two down, two to go.

Only two and a half minutes left.

The Red Sun is going nowhere, my friend.

Ready.

Push the brakes!

Brake, brake, brake!

I got the Red Sun, but I thought

you would fail again.

But well played.

I'm taking the Red Sun to the buyer,

so don't sit there and relax.

Remember?

Work over,

partner over.

See you on the other side.

Rajan was right.

Only you could have stolen the Red Sun.

But this time, I didn't do it alone.

Someone else was with me.

I am not a thief.

You are.

The only difference is that…

what you steal is not visible.

So now?

Time to say goodbye.

Bye, Rehan.

Not to me.

To Rajan.

What did you do?

I told you

that I would steal both you and the diamond.

Rehan, please don't.

He will kill both of us.

The question

is whether you fear Rajan more than you trust me.

These are my dad's charity papers.

I've done my job.

Now it's your turn.

Autograph please.

Of course.

Drink?

Come on, a drink is a must.

To celebrate our victory.

Please.

Actually…

for your last victory.

Cheers.

Let me tell you a story.

There was a lion and his loyal wolf.

One day the lion came to know that

there was a treasure pit somewhere in the jungle.

In the story, came a rabbit

who was an expert at digging.

The lion called him and said,

"Dig up the treasure and give it to me, or else I will eat you and your family."

The rabbit said, "Okay, sir, sure."

Now, all three reached that place.

And the rabbit started digging the pit in search of the treasure.

It got very late and there was no sound from the rabbit.

The tired wolf started drinking water from the nearby lake.

Time passed, the lion got worried,

and…

he himself jumped into the pit.

Neither was there gold in the pit, nor the rabbit.

Then the lion heard a whistle.

He looked up and saw the rabbit standing at the top.

The lion growled, "How did you get out on top?"

"Where is my gold?"

The rabbit said, "The gold is here."

And the lion got angry.

He said, "I am the king of the jungle and the most powerful. I will eat you."

The rabbit laughed.

"You are powerful, but you cannot open a pit like me."

"Otherwise, you would come up."

"And secondly,

you are not the king."

"You were the king."

And what happened to that wolf?

Tragedy.

The lake from which he drank water had poison mixed in it.

The wolf is gone. Now it is the king's turn.

I know what you are, Rajan.

I knew that as soon as I gave you the Red Sun,

you would get rid of my family,

and I was never going to let that happen.

I did not fail at the art institute.

I wanted nothing to happen there.

I wanted this entire job to be done outside India,

with the last step being Istanbul.

Your partner Moosa's city.

Because I knew the history between you and Moosa very well.

So first, I got Batliwala out of the way.

What is the plan?

Xerxes Batliwala is making fentanyl in his office.

Everyone knows that.

Except the Mumbai police.

Where will you sell it? Batliwala?

Don't you check social media?

Look. Vikram raided him.

Xerxes Batliwala has been arrested.

Then there is only one person.

Moosa.

The diamond that Moosa has is not the Red Sun.

It's a fake.

There was someone else on the flight that day.

Our silent partner, Simon Jarvis.

Amazing.

UK High Commission.

Mr Simon Jarvis's brand new suitcase.

The suitcase he took on the flight was not his.

It was mine. With the fake Red Sun.

You also helped me…

They've found out. They're looking for you.

I will have to disappear.

…by sending me down.

And after that, Mr Aulakh,

the real heist began.

The real Red Sun was in Simon's bag.

In the vault was the fake one,

which is now with Moosa.

I owed you one.

I am paying it back.

Goodbye, Mr Aulakh.

He fooled you again and went away.

Not just me, but both of us.

Yes, but today, only you will die.

I know that no matter what I say,

you will not let me live.

So, it is important to fulfil the last wish of the dying person.

We go way back.

You could have asked for something else.

I know.

But this is enough, for this lifetime.

Thank you!

See you…

on the other side.

Breaking news!

Recently, it has been reported that in the blasts in Istanbul,

famous Indian art collector Mr Rajan Aulakh has died.

It has been discovered that Mr Rajan had very deep connections with the underworld.

Along with this, he was also a big shareholder in a crime ring.

He made many investments with his black money,

which officers are now investigating.

Take a look.

There is no official statement from the Indian embassy in Istanbul yet.

Rehan took care of everything before anything happened.

He didn't say anything to me that day.

This is perfect.

Yeah.

I suggest we leave everything behind and settle down here.

Let's buy a small house by the river.

You, me, our two kids…

We'll go fishing during the day

and sit in front of a bonfire at night…

What?

Your phone.

Your next target.

You think you can con the whole world.

You can't con me, Mr Rehan Roy.

You figured me out.

It's not that difficult.

"Jewel thief" is your phone's password.

Really?