All language subtitles for 6098 Jewel en

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 1900s,

and it was believed that this painting

had disappeared during World War II,

but more than 80 years later,

it has been rediscovered

by a 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 the 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 is gone too.

Out!

I will work free for you all my life-

A painting in its true art form…

Because of your one 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 Rajan Bhai
and his 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,

the pride of Africa,
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?

- Hmm?
- Um-hm.

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 going to 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 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?

Why are you here?

Because of Baba.

What's 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 the medium in between.

You are the ones doing the real service.

Oh! Well,
why are you embarrassing us, Uncle ji?

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

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

- Avi. Come on.
- Yes, I'll be right back.

Listen, the money that's been deposited

in your Baba's account…

Yes, sir?

…it's all black money.

The account it was transferred from

was also an unnamed account.

- I don't understand. What do you mean?
- It's all ill-gotten gains from crime.

If we want to, we can tip off
the Enforcement Directorate

and send your Baba to jail now.

But, sir…

No, sir.

- Jail?
- Yes.

Think about how it will be

when the world finds out
that the honest doctor…

who kicked his son out of the house

for theft is a thief himself.

Well?

Jail. Court.

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

- Sir…
- Then defamation.

He won't be able to handle or tolerate it.

I know, darling,

that he won't
be able to handle all that. Well?

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.

Am I right?

If you want your Baba

to continue playing the role
as a doctor all his life,

then you have to do something for me.

I want Rehan.

Tell him…

that Rajan Aulakh would like to meet him.

Rajan Aulakh?

Bhaiya, we really need your help.

I left everything behind

and have been living here
for three years, Avi. Why?

Because they can't fucking arrest me here.

Bhaiya, there must be
something you can do.

Please think about it.
Maybe an associate can help.

I used to have a family.

- I've no relations with them anymore.
- Bhaiya, 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."

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

- But you broke his heart, right?
- So, what should I do now?

Should I surrender?

Go back home, Avi.

I cannot do anything.

You cannot be my son.

My son cannot be a thief!

Get out of here!

Leave this place.

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, right?

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.

Did you tell Vikram sir

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

Yes.

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.

Bhabhi ji has told you
to lose weight, but still, you…

- It is not good, sir.
- Hey.

What?

Want to know why I just revealed myself?

My heart melted, sir.
You've been chasing me for 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 to serve you.

What are you trying to do?

I am surrendering.
Just call your "Vikram sir"!

Watch out!

STF! Catch them!

Stop!

Catch them! Catch the buggers!

No. Don't do it.

People like him

go to jail and get bailed out.

- Don't do it! Please.
- Shoot that bastard!

- Please don't.
- Shoot him, sir.

Did he come and surrender himself?

Yes, he asked me to call you personally.

You can believe in Santa Claus,
but don't trust Rehan's words.

Yes, sir.

And Chaddha, remember,
whatever comes by its own will

can also leave by its own will.

So don't fuck this up!

You two take Rehan to the airport.

I'm coming there.

Yes, sir.

Sir, Rehan has been arrested.

So, am I getting promoted this time sir?

Thank you, sir.

Happy!

Or should I say,

"You must be really happy today"?

Oh, 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 shall drink.
Once we feed you Yerawada's jail food.

After that, we plan to drink all day.

What are you looking for, paaji?

What's this now?
An anklet for mujra, want me to dance?

Even I don't have such royal hobbies.

Friends, you both keep an eye on me.

I will get some rest.

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

It keeps the glow on their face.

"Needs and sleep." Too good.

Why is he being so cooperative?

Sir said, "Believe in Santa Claus,
but do not trust him."

Come on, keep an eye on him.

Chaddha sir…

tell me a story.

Chaddha?

- Chaddha!
- Who the hell is it?

Are you done sleeping?

Sir.

- Sorry, sir!
- Sir.

- Where is Rehan?
- Sir, right here…

Don't know…

Sir. We…

Where did he go? Just like that?

Triazolam patch.

A sedative.

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 first check for your passport.

My passport?

He used you guys.

He knew
that people with diplomatic passports

get an easy passage.

But what is there in Mumbai

that would make him take such a big risk?

Good evening, Mr. Aulakh.

Come on, Nero. Good boy. Good boy.

Nero and I've been waiting for you
for a while now.

Blood is thicker than water.

Pardon my Hindi,

but I'm not an asshole.

Of all the fathers

all over the world, you picked mine,

and set a trap for him.

Rajan Aulakh, what do you want from me?

It will be fun to playing with you.

And what is the game?

Just a small heist.

What's this unique thing
that you plan to rob,

and why do you especially need me for it?

Red Sun.

Red Sun.

Africa's most valuable diamond.

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

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

This diamond has been the pride
of royal families for centuries.

The King of that place, Gamunu,
is taking it on a world tour.

He wants to display it
in all major museums worldwide.

Next week,
this diamond is coming to Mumbai

to our Fortcrest Art Centre.

We have to steal it from there.

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
when Maharani Geeta Devi's necklace

was exhibited there,

you had a plan to breach the security.

If Vikram hadn't found out

at the last moment,
you would've gotten inside.

Pardon my Hindi,
but I'm not an asshole either.

Okay, let's assume

that I steal this "Red Sun"
about which I'd to hear such a long story.

What next?
Where will you sell it?

Batliwala?

Oh, come on.

Everyone knows
that there's only one person in India

who can handle such a big deal.

Don't you check
social media in the morning?

Look. Vikram raided his place.

Xerxes Batliwala has been arrested.

Then there's only one person.

Moosa.

Only he can get this diamond sold.

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 afterwards

is none of your concern.

Actually, it is my concern.

We are both sitting here.

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

And divided equally.

So, I should give you 250 crores
out of the 500 crores?

If you want to give me more, you can.

250 crores.

And one more thing.

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

Starting now, from this very moment.

Come here, baby. Nero, come here.

When he came to me, he so was small.

I raised him with my own hands.

I fed him with my own hands,
made him sleep next to 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 begin to trust someone…

then the responsibility
to protect it is theirs.

You'll 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 go to India?

A person takes such a big risk
for only two things.

Love and family.

- Why're you chasing me, pal?
- 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.

I didn't know you were coming.
I came down to Mumbai for you.

No worries.

The next party will be on me.

We'll 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 makes a person unconscious.

A large dose can kill them.

Do you plan to kill someone?

If I wanted to kill someone,
I would've done it a long time ago.

You are her, right?

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're 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 sometimes.

It is a work of art.

Piazza della Signoria.

Have you been to Florence?

I have been fond of travelling
since childhood.

So, when I grew up,

I set out to fulfill all my desires.

There's hardly any place among these
where I haven't been.

And you?

Where all 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 meet 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 night guards will there be?

Four.

"Chai"? I love chai.

But why only four?

Because those are not the real guards.

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

This is the Chakravyuh
that needs to be broken.

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-

Forget about taking
the Red Sun out of here,

it will be impossible
to even get oneself out of here.

But the guards seem to be moving 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'll 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'll go back to its original setting.

Meaning?

This entire system was designed
in Silicon Valley, California.

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

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

This is the flow of this machine,

and this is our magic trick.

Meaning, if we reset the system,

the lasers will turn off?

Correct.

The reset time is six minutes,

and the lasers will be off
for six minutes.

We've this six-minute window.

In that window,

we will only have to deal
with the four guards.

Exactly.

And how'll 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've thought this far,

then I've obviously thought
of next steps too.

Did you get it, Hakka Noodle?

I'm not Chinese. I'm Japanese.

I love sushi.

Thanks.

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'm 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've neither spoken to him

nor seen his face.

- And you?
- Sir?

You're also not in touch with him?

You haven't met him?

Look, if you've come here
for information about Rehan,

then we cannot help you.

We've kept no relations with him.

All right.

If you've any contact with him
or if you find out anything about him,

please reach out to me.

Avi, see him to the door.

Activate all the informant networks.

Let's get this guy.

You cannot be my son.

My son cannot be a thief!

A father who never stole
a single rupee from anyone.

And you…

Despite being a doctor,
you could not save Maa'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 of here!

If anyone 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 Maa back.

Baba, when will you understand?

Not every pain can be cured by medicine.

You were right.

Sorry?

I'm the same girl

who you saw in Delhi.

When I came out of the gallery,

you had told me
not to exhibit my paintings there

because that gallery was closing 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 the Red Sun,

he will let you and your Baba go?

Your Rajan is very special.

He does partnerships as well as blackmail.

I think you are also playing a game.

I'm just 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 reasons.

We can't see others' reasons,
and we don't reveal our own.

Take this.

These glasses have an inbuilt camera.

They let me see whatever you can see.

Now, tell me the plan.

What must 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 a point in their movement,

both cameras 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…

That's my entry.

I will distract the guard
and take his access card.

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

Ms. Jennifer Lobo
will be on her routine rounds at the time.

And her room will be empty for me.

What's next after you enter the room?

First, I will clean her keyboard properly.

And Chunky? Why do you need him?

It is now time for…

Chunky's grand entry.

- How are you, bhai ji?
- All good, bhai ji.

New rule.

Local staff
have to make an entry twice a day.

Oh, that diamond.
Our life is now a mess because of it-

Ready.

Chunky, start.

Copy.

Here we go.

Let's clean this up.

Stay calm.

Step one. I'll hide in the room

and wait for Ms. Lobo to get back.

What the hell happened to the genset?

Ms. Lobo will then find out
that the generator has tripped.

She'll need to enter the password
to turn off the alarm.

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

Step two.

I'll trace
Ms. Lobo's fingerprints from the keyboard.

And that's it. We'll get the password.

Wait a minute. Hold it.
What if something goes wrong?

Don't worry.

What can go wrong?

Where did my charger go?

Is this how you'll ensure
the security for my paintings?

Mr. Aulakh?

I didn't know you'd be coming today.

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

Actually, I was thinking
of organizing an exhibition

of my Hussain sahib's paintings here.

I feel like this art centre
is all just big talk.

The power disruptions here

remind me of my village.

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

Trust me,
this has never happened here before.

We've 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.

18ATPRRODE

I know.

These are just letters.

- What's the password?
- We've to crack it.

There are ten letters.

- There must be lakhs of combinations?
- 15,62,275 to be exact.

But you have only three days,

and only one life.

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 had the guts to call back.

You're very fond of playing with fire.

The person you are talking to

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

I am impressed.

Think before you speak any further.

Last time,

the account remained unsettled,

and my heart remained unsatisfied.

Have you heard about the Red Sun?

It has a market value of 500 crores.

I'll bring the diamond.

You'll be the buyer.

The account will be settled,

and your heart satisfied.

Be careful.

Last time, I left scars

on your back.

This time, you know
what will happen if you fail.

I don't know when was the last time
I got out of the house like this.

Thank you for bringing me here.

Shall we go back?

Rajan will be on his way back by now.

My Baba.

Your Baba?

Whatever happens…

every day he closes his clinic

and comes to this garden in the evening.

Sometimes, I come
to observe 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.

But, do you know?

If I could get a 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 won't be able to do anything.

Vijay Anand.

Is there a booking for "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.

Has the work begun?

Work in progress.

Got the password?

Work in progress.

Simon Jarvis, UK High Commission.

Are you sure you want to do this?

You think
that those who risk their life for you

can't even play with you a little?

Oh, shit!

"Teardrop 81."

"Predator 18."

"Drop 18."

What's 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'm going to change it.

Don't change it.

What?!

Look, Ms. Lobo,
whoever has stolen your password,

their plan
is obviously to steal the Red Sun.

Then 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 realize that we got to know.

He has stolen
from many museums like yours worldwide,

and he'll continue to do so.

That's why capturing him

benefits you
just as much as it benefits us.

Mr. Jewel Thief.

This colour…

is not made from any chemical or dye.

When fresh human blood dries up

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'll go alone.

I will only need Salim.

He'll 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 British era, before independence.

Under this place is not Mumbai's gutter…

but a gift from the British for 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'm here.

- Fuck!
- What?

He has found out we're here.

Lock down the entire place right now!

Hall number 5-B! I repeat, 5-B.

Today, Rehan shouldn't escape. Go!

Go, go, go!

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

Exit- Exit G! Go, go!

He has hacked all the CCTV cameras.

The museum system is compromised.

It's compromised!

Now prepare for some tea in jail.

Let's move.

How'd it go?

Just like how I thought.

You used the Red Sun
and my museum as bait.

And I allowed it like an idiot.

Biggest mistake of my life!

- Listen to me-
- No, no, no!

This is my art centre here,
Mr. Vikram Patel,

and now I'll make every decision
that concerns it.

I want my Red Sun back now!

What I am saying-

Just listen to me-

Fuck it, beat me.

This guy is fooling you,
and on top of that, Moosa is up your ass.

Are you done?

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.
- Are you trying to fool bhai again?

Huh?!

We are both in the same boat.

Firstly, I got entangled with you

because of my Baba.

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 might do.

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

The Red Sun.

And even now, I'm the only one

who can get it for you.

Gamunu is nervous.

He has canceled the rest of the tour

and is taking the Red Sun back to London.

From the art centre
directly to the airport,

from there to Heathrow Airport,

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

Will you steal it from the British Museum?

There is a place…

where there will be no MI5,

or any 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 king.

He'd have a private jet, right?

He definitely does.

But this time,
the king will travel with his subjects.

The landing gear
on Gamunu's private jet is jammed…

…and he must have got this bad news
by now.

It'll take at least a week
to repair that jet.

Gamunu is now flying
via a regular commercial flight.

Skyfly Airlines, flight number SF311.

Bhaisahab, he is an expert
at fooling people.

He is planning to fool you again.

Your Baba.

Evening walk, 7:15 p.m. sharp every day.

He got lucky this time. But not again.

So don't make a mistake even by accident.

- I will be needing a new passport.
- It will be done.

Clean aliases. No marked history.

Another person is needed on the plane.

Actually, a girl.

Farrah.

Family matters will stay in the family.

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

You trust Farrah, right?

More than you.

There's our man. Manish Ashar.

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

Salim, understood?

Only you can handle the next task.

Talk to him.

Time to phone a friend.

Where is the diamond, Rajan?

There is a small problem, bhai.

Did you get the diamond, yes or no?

You will get the diamond.

I just need some help.

Do one thing.

Take a flight to Istanbul.

We will sit
and I will talk to you affectionately.

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 is done, so is the partner.

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

We never realized

how much those minutes of happiness…

used to take a toll on your pocket.

So after growing up…

and lightening the burden of the mind,

you set out
to make your pockets heavier, huh?

You've not understood me even now, Baba.

I have become old now.

But…

good people
can be seen even from a distance.

But, cunning people,
even if they are standing very close,

they cannot be identified.

I cannot change what you think about me.

But I'll surely say

that as long
as this son of yours is alive…

he'll not let anything bad happen to you.

You are my son.

Can it get any worse than this?

You're right, Baba.

Can it get worse than this,
even for your enemies?

The fact that I am your son.

Hey, the ruckus is 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.

Gamunu is taking the Red Sun
back to London today.

Gamunu panicked
after the news of the theft.

He is going today by Skyfly 311.

What, he's flying commercial?

Yes, sir.

There was some problem
with his private plane, so yeah.

Fuck!

Fuck!

We have to leave for the airport now!

- Right now!
- Okay. Why, sir?

Rehan got us.

- What?!
- He got to make an ass out of us.

His plan was to fail
to rob the art centre.

Meaning he purposely failed his plan?
Why would he do that?

Because he knew

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

Hence, he plans to steal it in the sky,
not on the ground.

Scaring Gamunu.

The failed robbery attempt,
Gamunu's plane malfunctioning,

making Gamunu take a commercial flight.

All of this was 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.

The prince's private jet
was Rehan's final obstacle to the Red Sun.

But he has found a solution
for this problem too.

Making the prince's jet malfunction.

That's why
the prince is flying commercial

where all security will be missing.

It was all a part of 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 photo to the cabin crew
through the plane's secure network.

See if they recognize him.

There is only one option now.

I'll have to reach London before that.

- I'll get the tickets booked.
- It'll be too late.

- Then?
- There's a rich man who owes me now.

Yes, Mota Bhai.

- For you, sir.
- Thank you.

Neha.

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

- Check and let me know, okay?
- All right.

They found out,
they are looking for you.

That Vikram!

I'll have to disappear.

You're on a plane, and it's in the sky.

Mr. Aulakh,
objects do fade into thin air.

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 makes a person unconscious.
A large dose can kill them.

Thank you.

One cola, please.

- Yes sir.
- Thank you.

Sandra.

Sandra!

Victor! Victor!

Somebody!

Somebody! Anthony!

Help.

Sandra!

Sir? Are you okay?

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

Doctor.

Uh, 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?

No.

Don't worry, young man.

How much time until we land?

Approximately 3 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 in time,
it may rupture inside

which may even take his life.

What?

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

Uh, Istanbul.
We passed it twenty minutes back.

Well, take us back.

There's a very famous surgeon

at St. Thomas Hospital,
Dr. Ibrahim Ramsey.

I know him personally.

Please, captain.

This is the only chance
to save the prince.

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
surrounding that plane.

About that passenger?
We will still send an ambulance, right?

That is what Rehan wants.

He will use that chance
to steal the Red Sun and escape.

Shekhar, I repeat,

no one is to get off of that plane.

Not a single person.

I'm nearby. I will divert there.

All right, sir.

Good evening, everyone.
This's your captain speaking.

We've 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 for now.

If you want everyone to stay safe,

then don't land the plane at the airport.

Land it here.

This-

This is a location
in the middle of Istanbul.

You're absolutely right.

Are you crazy?!

Landing the plane
inside the city without a runway?

Do you want everyone killed?!

Are you telling-

Is this a hijack?

Please-

Please don't do this. Please, please.

We are not terrorists,
but 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?

There's been a slight change
in the landing address.

We've to land here.

But- But, sir…

There are no options.
They took my family hostage.

Just do what I'm saying.

Now!

Ali Karabulut.

- Vikram.
- Pleased to meet you.

The plane is on final approach now.

I have got
an armed response unit standing by.

How many do you think?

Hello.

What?

Are you sure?

Okay.

It has 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.

Come on, come on. 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 see nothing. It's completely dark.

Light comes to end the darkness.

There you go.

A landing strip
in the middle of Istanbul's Central Park.

800 m long, 40 m wide.

Not as good as London,

but I'm sure you'll manage.

How much longer?

Ten minutes more.

We have five minutes.

Please fasten your seatbelts.
We're expecting some turbulence.

- Please, sir.
- 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?

Slow down, use the brake.

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 is done,

so is the partner.

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 Baba's charity papers.

Oh!

I've done my job.

Now it's your turn.

Autograph, please.

Of course.

Drink?

Come on, a drink is a must.

For our victory.

Please.

Actually…

for your last victory.

Cheers!

Can I tell you a story?

There was a lion

and his loyal wolf.

One day the lion came to know

that a treasure pit
lay somewhere in the jungle.

In the story, there was 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'll 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 was 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 jumped into the pit.

There was no gold in the pit.
Nor was the rabbit there.

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'm the king of the jungle,
and the most powerful. I'll 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

was poisoned.

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
at the art institute.

I wanted this entire job
to be done outside India,

with the last step in Istanbul.

The city of your partner Moosa.

I knew the history between you
and your partner 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 found out.

- They are looking for you.
- I'll have to disappear.

…by sending me down.

And after that, Mr. Aulakh…

the real heist began.

The real Red Sun went in Simon's bag.

The fake one was in the vault

which is now with Moosa.

It was a loan.

I am paying it back.

Adios, Mr. Aulakh.

He fooled you again and got 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 leave me alive.

So, it is important to fulfill…

the last wish of the dying person.

Ours is an old relationship.

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 learned 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.

Bhaiya took care of everything
even 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 quickly.

It was not that difficult.

"Jewel thief" is your phone's password.

Really?