All language subtitles for The Diplomat (2025)_track3_[eng]

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load it like this…

You little runt!

Make him practice it.

Greetings.

Let's go.

Kulbhushan Jadhav was operating
a terror network in Pakistan.

He was a commander rank officer
in the Indian Navy still in service.

And in the year 2003…

I hope this trip is worth it.

She will make it worth it for us.

You know what to do.

SECURITY CHECK

When will it open?

Today is Friday.
Might not open at all.

Wait over there.

Uzma.

Uzma!

Yes?

The work must be done today.

Brother…

let's go have a smoke.

Sure.

Come on.

Help me.

I'm an Indian citizen.

Please let me in.

We cannot let you in, ma'am.
Please state your purpose--

Let me in.
I am an Indian citizen.

Please let me inside.
I'm in trouble.

Some men have forcefully
detained me in Buner.

Please let me in.

Hold on… hold on.

Please calm down.
What are you saying?

Some men have
forcibly detained me in Buner.

They are around.
Please let me in quickly.

Sir, if you don't help me,
a fellow Indian, then who will?

Sir, please.

Please.

Please, sir.

Gate number six.

Gate number six.

Help! Help!

-Help!
-Tiwari sir.

-Over here, sir.
-Help!

-Help!
-What…

-Help!
-Who are you?

-Help!
-Who are you?

-Help!
-How did you come inside?

-Who let you in? Open the door!
-Help!

-Throw her out.
-Don't open the door!

Don't open the door!
They are outside!

Check her thoroughly. Now!

-Careful, Seerat.
-I'm not carrying anything.

-I'm not carrying anything.
-Check her properly.

-There's nothing--
-Who let her in?

-Throw her out!
-Tiwari sir! Tiwari sir!

-Sir, I…
-What is this…

I cannot go outside.

-Ma'am.
-I'm an Indian citizen.

-Please help me.
-Ma'am, please. I know.

-Ma'am, please.
-I won't go out.

-They will kill me.
-No one's sending you out.

If you send me out, I will slit my wrist!

-No, no, ma'am. Please.
-There might be a bomb on her!

-Save me!
-Hold on. Please.

She could have a bomb strapped
to her belt!

-If she triggers it…
-There's nothing on me!

we'll be blown to bits!

-Who knows where else--
-They must have checked her at the gate.

Yes.

Ma'am, please calm down.

You are inside now.
You are safe here, okay?

-Please don't send me out.
-We are not going to harm you.

Those people will kill me.

-Please. Can I have your passport?
-Please don't send me out.

Ma'am, please. We'll try to solve
whatever problem you have.

We're only trying to help you.

Passport.

Please.

Don't open the door.
They will kill me.

Check it properly.

I'll inform JP sir.

What is your name?

-Uzma.
-Uzma what?

Uzma Ahmed.

What is the problem?

Sir, I cannot go outside.

If you can't keep me here,

then please send me out
from the front gate.

So you won't leave
unless you've seen both the gates.

You've already seen the one
at the back.

Sir, please help me.

Getting to the Indian Embassy
wasn't easy for me.

If you don't help me,
I might never make it back here again.

Definitely not alive.

Please, sir.

What is Bhishma Pitamaha's opinion?

Genuine.

It's a genuine case.

Gill sahab, is that a father talking,
or a veteran?

It's my professional opinion
as the Head of Chancery.

But… one problem still persists.

In my opinion, sir,
we should let her go.

Her presence in the embassy is risky--

Let him finish talking.

Had she been married to someone
of a different nationality

under identical circumstances,
this wouldn't even be a case.

She would be on the next flight to Delhi.

The Pakistani angle
makes all the difference.

My heart is in conflict
with my brain, as usual.

-Did you check?
-Yes, sir.

Machine-readable passport zones
are correct.

And her details are a match,
including her biometrics.

This is a security state.

You stand exposed in this country.

So, no secrets. Otherwise,
the odds will be against you.

Where in Pakistan have you been
staying since your arrival?

Buner.

Buner?

Khyber Pakhtunkhwa.

-KPK?
-Yes.

Even normal Pakistanis are
terrified to roam that area.

How did you end up there?

I had no idea such a place existed

when I was in India.

How did you get the visa
so conveniently?

-Sir, Tahir was…
-Tahir?

The man who convinced me
to come to Pakistan.

He coerced me to marry him.

Coerced?

And now he conveniently brought you
to the Indian Embassy?

You can't imagine
the things I had to do.

I'm here to listen to your story.

How did you get the visa?

How could an unmarried girl
your age manage that?

He explained to me how to apply.

I had some relatives in Pakistan.

He told me to write
"visiting family" under purpose.

I got the visa in no time.

And instead of going to your relatives…

you went straight to Buner.

Impossible!

In a country where you can't travel
from one city to another on a single visa,

how did you get this far?

I don't know, sir.

But that is how it happened.

After crossing Wagah,
I ended up directly in Buner.

No police reporting?

Say it out loud.
Yes or no. On record!

None at all.

Where is your immigration sheet?

I don't have one.

No immigration sheet either?

No one asked for any such document.

What happened, sir?

Congrats.

You're a unique Indian citizen
sitting in Pakistan

without police reporting
or an immigration sheet.

Either you're incredibly lucky…

or you're a complete fraud.

What are you?

I'm telling you the truth, sir.

I came to Buner.

They restrained me. Assaulted me.

Forced me.

This is the truth, sir.

Please help me.

This is Pakistan.

We trust no one.

Show us the marks.

Show us the marks!

Sir, I am extremely sorry for this…

Sir.

She was assaulted by her husband.

-Injury or injury marks?
-Both.

Injury marks can be faked.

How do you know it was the husband?

Sir, with due respect,
it's easy to tell in the sub-continents.

Well, in any part of the world,

a woman can easily tell

if another has been through
domestic violence.

You don't have to get furious
and aim that feminism gun at me.

I need to verify facts,
so I was just cross-checking.

I know, sir.

She has also been sexually assaulted.

Bite marks.

Old injuries to private parts.

Excuse me.

Safia.

Get the remaining details from Mr. JP.

Okay.

Yeah, Faraz.

-Hello.
-What is your advice, Malik sahab?

It's a fake narrative, sir.

RA&W had someone in Bollywood
cook up this story.

An Indian girl lands in Buner…

without our knowledge.

No police reporting.

No immigration sheet.

Faraz says she has
a genuine Indian passport.

She was issued a visa as well.

She's undeniably an Indian agent

who ended up in KPK
instead of her place of interest.

Conveniently canvased the entire area.

Established contacts with the insurgents,
and now she wants a safe passage back.

Sir, we can't grant her safe passage

without confirming
she poses no security threat to us.

I agree.

We shouldn't look at it through
the India-Pakistan prism, Faraz sahab.

We should look at it from
a humanitarian angle.

A Muslim girl caught in a crisis.

She has an abusive husband.

She was deceived
and forced into marriage.

Tahir completed no Pakistani
requirements because…

it clearly shows mala fide intent.

Absolutely.

She can record her statement
before a Class 1 Judicial Magistrate.

Great advice.

It will prove we didn't force
this statement out of her.

She's both an Indian citizen
and of legal age.

Technically, post the formalities,
she can go back whenever she wants.

Without police reporting
and an immigration sheet?

We can ignore those formalities.

Thank you, Faraz sahab.

I owe you one.

You're welcome.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Please.

It's best if we keep
the press out of this.

Because Tahir will
definitely approach them.

If we let this spin in the media…

things will only turn ugly.

And if it sparks a media war,

then it's all over.

Alright, JP.

This is an understanding between us.

Thank you.

Where is the girl right now, JP sahab?

She's nervous.

So we moved her to a safe place.

You can stay here.

Increase surveillance.

Greetings.

The girl is inside, sir.

And the deputy is set on
being the star player

in this India-Pakistan face-off.

Yes.

-Seerat.
-Sir.

Will she be staying here?

Yes, sir.

Keep a close eye on this girl.

She could be a threat.

Okay, sir.

Hello, Dad.

What is it this time?

I was sharpening my pencil
with a cutter.

-And?
-The pencil kept getting thinner.

I wondered if the same
would happen to fingers.

Whose finger?

Relax, Dad. It was my own.

You are so…

You always say, "We must take risks."

That advice was for someone else
in a different context.

Are you furious with me?

No. I was worried.

Give the phone to your mom.

Mom.

-What did they say?
-What's the point?

I'll have to consult a therapist
and do something about it.

He's just curious, not crazy.

Parents are the best therapists at times.

Parents, JP.

A single mother
doesn't count as "parents".

-Out of my way!
-Sir…

Sir!

Sir…

Sir, Tahir isn't outside.

Where did he go?

Maybe the ISI sent him to the police.

You know people in the police department.

Get the information out of them.

Sir… me?

Is there anyone else in this room?

But…

Sir…

what if they ask about Uzma?

Uzma who?

There is no Uzma here.

What?

Then where is she?

Let them guess that.

They won't give us any information
for free, sir.

There must be some give and take.

Even they will ask questions, sir.

Mr. Tiwari, who has the easiest job
in this posting?

You tell me.

You do their job

and they will do yours.

I got it, sir.

See you.

What happened?
Is everything alright?

It's about his wife's matter.

-Greetings.
-Greetings.

Yeah.

She has betrayed me.

Made a false promise
and then disappeared.

You are a witness to the marriage.

She is his wife.

The elders and the community
have to help us get her back.

We need to stay united in this matter.

Get changed.

Sir.

Does she want to harm herself or…

someone else?

Did we take on more
than we asked for, Aayush?

Why, sir?

Am I risking the lives
of these people for one girl?

Get Uzma's phone from the security.

Yes, sir.

-Yes, ma'am.
-JP.

JS said you gave refuge
to an Indian girl at the embassy.

Yes, ma'am.
We immediately informed JS.

Can she be trusted?

Did you run background checks on her?

Yes, ma'am.
We've finished the formalities.

Listen, JP.

Unless we get confirmation
of her Indian address,

her statement,
and her relatives' statements,

we shouldn't take any action.

Yes, ma'am. We will move legally
once confirmation arrives from Delhi.

MOFA says if she gives her statement
to the magistrate on Monday,

she can be in India by Wednesday.

Alright.

Please tread carefully.

The girl is inside the embassy.

If anything untoward happens,
you know what it would mean.

Ma'am, we won't let that happen.

Okay.

Yes, ma'am.

We cannot go inside the embassy.

Try to understand. The police cannot
interfere with the Indian Embassy.

Why can't you go inside the embassy?

What are they afraid of?

They can interfere
in all other matters.

Sir, it's your duty
to unite a husband and wife.

They do the same in all similar cases.

He thinks we are fools.

Don't you get it?

It's a car without a number plate.

It must be the ISI then.
Don't worry.

Who is Uzma's husband?

Do your guns think before firing?

Mine does.

Sir, the police are no help.

The clan has decided
to get her back from the embassy.

This matter is beyond family or clan.

We must use other methods
to find a solution.

Come on.

A husband is forcefully
being kept away from his wife.

The reason is that he's Pakistani.

This Indian woman fell
in love with Tahir in Malaysia.

And now…

She is being forcefully
detained in the Indian Embassy.

For hours he stood by, fed nothing
but lies by the Indian authorities.

According to Tahir's statement,
the Indian officials told him

his wife was not inside.

Tahir provided us
with all the information.

Let's hear what he said.

Greetings. My name is Tahir.

I am married to an Indian woman
named Uzma Ahmed.

She came to Pakistan on 1st May.
We got married on 3rd May.

She has a brother, Aamir,

who is employed at the Indian Embassy.

We went to meet him on 5th May.

I was later thrown out
of the Indian Embassy,

and my wife is still
being held inside by force.

Pakistan Today said,

an Indian woman married
to a Pakistani man

is stranded at India's High Commission
in Islamabad.

Prompting India to assert
that its national has sought help

from the commission which is providing
necessary counselor assistance.

A Pakistani man has put allegations

that the Indian High Commission detained

his newlywed Indian wife when
they went there to apply for his visa.

Samar has been tracking…

We are being defamed, JP.

They're portraying us as the villain.

Maybe we can't talk…

but the girl can.

Thank you, sir,

for not throwing me out.

There is a problem, Uzma.

What happened, sir?

Are you going to throw me out?

The Indian Embassy
is facing heavy criticism.

They say we have kept you here by force.

Can't we do something about it?

If you could give
a statement to the press…

Will they come here?

No.

You must appear
at the magistrate court on Monday.

No.

No.

I…

I'm not going anywhere.

I…

I won't give any statement, sir.
I'm sorry.

Why?

Sir, I…

I cannot face him, sir.

-And if you force me, I will--
-No.

You cannot slit your wrist.

We found the blade.

I even saw photographs
of your daughter.

And the video of your wedding.

As did everyone else.

Why didn't you tell me
about your daughter?

-Sir, for her only--
-Look.

Your words are of no use to me.

I don't know what you are up to.

But you must give
a statement to the press.

Sir, you don't know these men.

I do.

That man and the people.

-You don't--
-Uzma. You are exaggerating now.

Exaggerating?

I am exaggerating?!

What do you know about me, sir?

Didn't I ask?

I told you to come clean.

Sir, if only things were
that transparent, I would.

It's uglier than you can imagine,
especially for a girl to narrate.

And if I don't tell you now, you will…

say that I'm lying.

Fine.

You want to know the truth?

Then here it is.

I went to Malaysia in search of work,

where my friend Shaheen was staying.

I don't know where…

I made a huge mistake
the moment I arrived.

-God.
-Alright, listen.

Don't worry. We'll file a complaint.

Can you recall the taxi's number plate?

Aamir, I had no idea
I'd forget my purse in the taxi!

Why would I remember the number?

-Okay.
-Come on…

I'm so crazy.

I can't seem to think straight.

Sorry.

-Tahir.
-Uzma.

Khan.

Uzma Ahmed.

Come.

These are my friends,
and this is their café.

-Hello.
-Come.

What would you like to have?

I mean, would you like something?

Sorry.

He seemed decent to me.

Tahir began helping me look for a job.

We became friends.

I told him about my failed marriage
and my daughter, Noor.

He mistook our friendship for love.

Probably, even I made the same mistake.

Then one day, I received troubling news
about Noor from back home.

I realized how helpless I was.

What happened?

I don't know what to do.

The treatment for Thalassaemia
is pretty expensive.

But without it, I will lose my child.

Uzma.

Uzma.

We're going home anyway, Uzma.

You should come to Pakistan.

Meet my family.

See my house.

Be sure to carry Noor's medical documents.

There's a very effective treatment
for Thalassaemia in KPK.

They use naturopathy.

Uzma, our Noor will be cured.

"Our Noor."

It made me feel like
everything was going to be okay.

I listened to him
and came to Pakistan after six months.

Tahir!

What have you done to yourself?

Uzma, please…

What are you doing?

Get in the car.
I'll tell you everything.

Come on.

What did you bring me from India?

Let me catch my breath first.

I'll tell you everything.

Come, sit.

Sit.

Won't you sit next to me?

This is not Malaysia, Uzma.

Let's go.

Good catch.

It was a beautiful place,

just as Tahir had described.

Completely deserted for miles.

Uzma, it's a rocky drive ahead.

Do you have motion sickness?

Sometimes.

Hold on.

Here. Take this medicine.

There was an eerie silence in the air…

which I mistook for nature's blessing.

Hope was reignited within me…

that Noor would surely be
healed through naturopathy.

Uzma.

Uzma!

-Greetings.
-Greetings.

We've arrived.

Come on. Give me your bag.

Wait.

You need to…

It's a bit of a climb from here.

We need to walk.

How are you, my son?

-Come on.
-Greetings to you!

-How was the trip?
-Come on.

Father is here!

-It was good, by God's grace.
-Keep this inside.

Go.

Let me take your bag.

Come on. Give it to me.

Wear this.

There are men around.

What are you doing?

Tahir?

Tahir, I need to make a call.
Give me my bag.

You can do it tomorrow.

-I want to talk to Noor.
-What the hell did he see in her?

She's not even a real foreigner.

Like a Malaysian or Filipino.

Tahir!

Where are you taking me?

Tahir!

Let go of me!

Haven't you been told that women
don't wear these kinds of clothes here?

Tahir!

What are you doing?

She's screaming a lot!

Leave me. Let me go.

What are you all doing?

Open the door!

Open the door!

Tahir!

Tahir!

Tahir!

-Tahir!
-Why are you screaming?

What's going on? Who were those
uncouth people who brought me here?

And you're married?!

You even have children!

I loved you, and you betrayed me…

Not a word!

I want to go home. I…

You scream a lot.

You're going to stay here from now on.

Understood?

That night, he kept coming back.

Every moment spent
in Tahir's captivity was like hell.

What's your name?

Listen, get used to this.

She doesn't seem twenty-four.

Must be around twenty-eight.

You are right.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Brother.

-She's new. Untouched.
-She's not worth it.

Let's go.

Don't waste our time.

I have no idea who they were.

It was hard to tell if they were
visiting relatives or potential buyers.

I couldn't figure it out.

Sit down.
This is common here.

Sit down!

Tahir, I have something
important to tell you.

Tomorrow, after the wedding.

Tahir, I can't marry you.

It's locked from the outside.

There are no vehicles
or public transport available here.

We need a car if we want to travel.

Look, there's no point in going out there.

The men out there are
just like the ones in here.

If anyone sees you,
they'll try to abduct you.

You don't speak their language.

I do. I speak both Pashto and Urdu.

Can I make a phone call, please?

Got it!

Pakistani number?

I suppose Uzma has reached Tahir's place.

-Hello, Uzma.
-Shaheen!

Shaheen, I cannot talk for too long.

Listen to me very carefully.

I've got myself into big trouble.

Tahir turned out to be a total fraud.

He tricked me into coming here
and forced me afterward.

Hold on, Uzma.
Let me put Aamir on the phone.

Aamir… it's Uzma.

Talk to her.

-Uzma.
-Aamir, Tahir is a fraud.

He's married and has children.

He's keeping me locked up forcibly.

Please, do something
and get me out of here.

Please, I need your help.

Uzma, now listen to me carefully.

They trap us from all kinds of places.

If they please, they play with us…

or sell us.

Sign here.

You must be happy
with one more marriage.

Will you shut your mouth,
or do you want to be beaten to death?

What happened?

Can't sleep?

No, it's nothing.

I was just thinking.

Thinking what?

We are married now.

We should get what we deserve.

What do you mean?

I mean, as part of our custom,

the family presents cash
to the bride at the reception.

We'll have children in the future.
It will come in handy.

How much will your family give you?

Maybe around one million rupees.

One million in Indian rupees?

I'm from India, so they'll
pay me in Indian rupees.

I see.

How can we get that money?

Remember I told you about Aamir?

My aunt's son.

He works at the Indian Embassy.

We'll go and tell him
that we're married now.

Then we'll see how we can get it.

Okay.

Okay?

Then give me back
my phone tomorrow.

I'll talk to him.

Okay.

You little runt!

Wait. I'll be right back.

Any Indian stranded on foreign soil
has only one choice.

You must somehow get
to the Indian Embassy.

They will do the rest.

Let's go.

Kulbhushan Jadhav was operating
a terror network in Pakistan.

He was a commander rank officer
in the Indian Navy still in service.

And in the year 2003…

I cannot face Tahir.

I want you to appear before
the magistrate and the press.

But Tahir will also be there.

The judge will be there…

and the police.

Security is not an issue.

After all this time in Buner,
I'm not afraid to die.

Then what is the issue?

You are not a woman.
I can't explain it to you.

You will have to try.

I'm answerable to everyone.

When a man keeps
touching you without your consent,

it becomes hard to even meet his eyes.

You know it's not your fault.

But the helplessness…

of not being able to stop him
or say anything…

and letting him violate you…

Embarrassment, hatred, fear…

such mixed feelings haunt you.

Even his sight makes your soul tremble.

I can't explain this to you.

No, I understood.

I'll do my best to ensure
you never feel like this again.

Uzma.

Keep the door open.

She has a one-month visa…

and just three weeks are left.

If she doesn't return home
before her time runs out,

we won't be able to keep her
in the embassy even for a day.

We won't be able to save her.

Syed sahab.

She's a Muslim girl
caught up in a horrific situation.

She wants to go home.

Only you can get her
out of this difficulty.

If you're insisting,
I'll have to help, JP sahab.

I don't have a choice.

Thank you, Syed sahab.

There's no need to thank me.

I'm totally against
the institution of marriage,

and willing to help anyone out of it.

If you require my service…

feel free to ask.

The nature of my job
can take care of that for me.

Lately, there's been a trend
of offering buy-one-get-one-free deals.

It was just a slip of the tongue.
Don't take it seriously.

If I plan on staying in Pakistan,
I have to take you seriously.

Don't worry.
Send me the details.

-Goodbye.
-Thank you.

A little humor on the job keeps me going.

Don't take me so seriously.

God have mercy!

Me? Take you seriously?

-Sir.
-Still alive, Mr. Tiwari?

If they have rigged my car with a bomb,
then I won't live for too long.

Where is Tahir?

Tahir is inside, sir.

Go inside and give him the phone.

Sir… are you alright?

Go on.
Even you will feel better.

I told him to come at eleven o'clock.

Why is he here early?

Now?

Look…

he's coming inside.

That's why you are going out.

After your visa runs out,

even the embassy won't be
able to grant you asylum.

You wanted to leave through
the front gate, didn't you?

Now's your chance.

Go on.

JP sir, Tahir is getting very restless.

Call them inside.

Tahir. Basheer.

They are calling you inside.

No, we won't go inside.
Bring Uzma out.

We have to go inside.

Keep your phone.

Listen. Don't go inside the building.

Stop.

Is Uzma in this one?

Let's go.

Alright, then.
You two, lean back.

And Uzma, lean forward just a little.

Forward, dear.

For a selfie.

You'll be leaving for India soon.

This is the only memory
I'll have of you.

Okay. Smile.

Yes.

Alright. Great. Take a look.

Talk to your son.

-Not now. I'll call back tonight--
-Hello, Dad.

Please hurry up
and say something nice.

Actually, I drank petrol.

What?

Dad, the thing is, there was a bottle
Mom kept to get rid of stains on clothes.

-So, I just drank it all and ran.
-But…

I just wanted to see if petrol would
make me go faster, like it does with--

Son, you should come to live with me here.
You'll fit right in with these people.

Wait, Dad, there's more.

Later tonight!

Greetings!

Greetings to you!

What's the issue here, Tahir?

What did you two argue about?

Did you assault Uzma?
She looks scared.

That's not true. She's lying.

Well, something happened.

She doesn't want to meet you.

-She's sobbing uncontrollably.
-Why is she refusing to meet him?

Call her out.

I've called her.

She must be on the way.

Anjum, right?

Is that my name?

How many times
do I have to remind you, Seerat?

Yes. Please remember it.

And your husband's name is Aamir.

Dad, acting is not really my thing.

I should just break his damn head!

End of story.

Who the hell is she?

I don't know.

That's her sister-in-law, Tahir.

Anjum.

Uzma's also coming.

What happened, Anjum?

Well, I called her outside,
But she won't stop crying.

This man is a scoundrel!

You should not trust him!

-What is he saying?
-That's not your concern.

She's her husband's property.
Bring her out here right now!

What is your problem?

Keep it down,
or I'll have you thrown out.

Damn you! How dare you
threaten us on our own Pakistani soil!

-This is Pakistan!
-Enough.

It may be a Pakistani plot, but this
is Indian soil you're standing on.

What's his problem, Tahir?

Come inside. Let's sit down
comfortably and discuss this.

No, we're not going inside.
We'll talk here.

How long can we stand and chitchat?

Let's chat over some tea.

We don't want tea!
We are not going inside!

Please have some patience.

I'm controlling myself only because
this is a matter between spouses.

I can let you two meet on Wednesday,
but who is this guy?

Just a bloody nobody.

-Don't bring him along on Wednesday.
-No Wednesday!

Bring her out right now.
We have to leave for Buner.

What is your problem?

I'll kill this scoundrel.

Wait, Basheer, I'll talk to him.

Why don't you understand me?

-He's a scoundrel!
-Shut up!

-Uzma!
-Uzma!

-Uzma, what do you have to say?
-Where did you first meet Tahir?

People saw the wedding taking place,

but not the AK-47s leaning on the pillars.

I was tricked into this wedding.

I didn't know he was a married man
with so many children.

Otherwise, I would have never come here.

I was kept in Buner against my will
the whole time.

I just want to return to my country
of my own free will.

-That's all.
-Uzma, does Tahir know you're here?

-When did you meet Tahir in Malaysia?
-Answer us, Uzma.

What do you have to say
about the WhatsApp chats?

-Uzma, what do you have to say?
-Uzma…

Yes, sir. She's done.

Take down my number,
and give me yours.

If you don't want to come in,
I'll let you know when Uzma comes out.

-Look, you--
-Go ahead and ask anyone,

you can't make us move against our will.

Let's resolve this in a civilized way.

I'll talk to Uzma.

What happened?

He told us to come back on Wednesday.

Why not today?

Why on Wednesday?

How the hell do I know?

Tahir, Uzma recorded
her statement in court.

Why weren't you there?

Did you use threats
to make Uzma marry you, Tahir?

Tahir, are you really married?

If Uzma wants to go back,
why aren't you sending her back?

We want an answer, Tahir.

Look, the Indian deputy here
is cunning and manipulative.

He tricked us into coming here
and took Uzma somewhere else,

so I couldn't meet her.

All the accusations against me
are completely false and baseless.

You mean to say that Uzma gave
a false statement against you in court?

It's all a lie!

I think it went really well.

Uzma, have you met Anjum?

She's your sister-in-law.

-Here's your coffee.
-Sit. Sit. Sit.

Thank you.

Congrats, Uzma.

You gave a brave statement to the press.

The statement was brave,
but my decision to come here was wrong.

A certified copy of the statement

will be delivered
to the Interior Ministry through MOFA,

which will exempt you from
police reporting and immigration.

Won't it take a long time
through the Wagah Border?

Can I go by air?

The rules state that
the same route and mode

used by an Indian to enter Pakistan

must be used for their departure as well.

So even if you came through Wagah
riding a donkey,

you'll have to go back
on a donkey as well.

And diplomacy works with other countries.

Out here, it's ice-skating all the way.

Is there a problem, sir?

No.

Sometimes, I feel you don't
disclose things the way they are.

And you hide the real facts.

Don't blame me.

I am a diplomat by profession…

not by character.

Want to talk to your daughter?

Make a WhatsApp call.

Normal calls are recorded.

No.

What am I going to say?

What am I supposed to tell Noor?

That I'm a complete fool?

What did I get myself into?

I will speak to her when I go back home.

BREAKING NEWS

India scored a major diplomatic victory
in the case of Kulbhushan Jadhav,

an Indian citizen currently held
in a Pakistani prison.

JP, this incident
will directly affect your case.

You must tread very carefully now.

Things are going to get tense.

It's been a week, Faraz sahab.

But still no sign of clearance
from your Interior Ministry.

You have burdened us with another case.

We?

Were we the ones who brought
Kulbhushan to Iran from Chabarpur?

-It was the ISI--
-Enough of this argument.

It's only going to drag on.

At least give us a date.

When can Uzma go back?

I'll look into it.

I'll inform you
once there is some clarity.

The timing's gone all wrong.

Things are going to get ugly now.

You said I never tell you the full story.

So, I'm telling you everything clearly.

Your battle is going to be
a long and hard one.

Just don't give up easily.

Uzma, don't think or do anything stupid.

We fought for you.

Now, you must fight for us.

No, JP sir.

I don't have the strength left
to fight anymore.

My courage has been shattered.

I have only one request.

If you are forced to hand me over to him,

then bring me a bottle of poison instead.

I won't go back to him.

I'll choose death over him.

Yes?

Is it?

Okay, keep her on the line.
I'll talk to JP sir.

-Hello.
-Good evening, sir.

Sir, there is a woman
repeatedly asking the operator for you.

Any clue who it is?

No, sir. She says
she can't reveal her identity

and will only speak to you.

Fine. Connect me to her.

Sure, sir. Connecting now.

-JP sir.
-Yes? Who is this?

I have some bad news for you.

Tahir is filing a writ petition

and taking the matter to court.

You used court as a threat, but…

he actually went to court.

Why should I believe you?

Can you give me your personal number?

I'll send you all the proof on WhatsApp.

JP sahab.

Even lawyers sleep at night,
and their wives are light sleepers.

Syed sahab, we have to go to court.

But the court's closed now.

It's not funny, Syed sahab.

Who started it?

Tahir is going to court.

MOFA is also stretching this matter.

Tahir wants Uzma to be
presented in court

and this matter to be solved
as a domestic dispute.

Before his case goes to trial,
I want to submit our petition as well.

But for that,
I will need permission from Delhi.

I know it will take some time,
but we will get the permission.

What's the earliest
you can give the go-ahead?

If I get a confirmation, we can
make it happen as early as tomorrow.

How much time do you need?

Three hours would be enough.

The court will remain open
until two o'clock.

I will inform you as soon as possible.

Tomorrow. Tell me tomorrow.

I'm going back to sleep now.

Syed sahab.

Syed sahab.

How were they able to submit
the petition to the same judge,

in the same court, that very day?

How did they get this information?

How did they find a lawyer?

To resolve domestic disputes,
a husband and wife

need to meet face-to-face
and present their sides in court.

Therefore, the Indian High Commission
should be directed

to present Uzma Ahmed in court

and not hold her against her will.

We have a valid marriage certificate,
Your Honor,

which we have presented in court.

And we've also provided detailed records

of the full WhatsApp chat
between the husband and wife.

And all of it clearly shows
that the girl

came to Pakistan of her own free will,
intending to get married.

Now… after she entered
the Indian High Commission,

who misled her, and what was said

can't be known until Uzma Ahmed
appears in court herself, Your Honor.

And this shouldn't be a problem either.

We have valid grounds
for denial, Your Lordship.

She is an adult. You have seen
her date of birth on her passport.

She was forced into this marriage.

She can't read Urdu.

She signed without knowing the details.

Her statement has been recorded
in front of the magistrate.

She is an Indian citizen, Your Lordship.

If she wishes to go back
to her country, we should let her.

At the next hearing, the court will listen
to the closing arguments from both sides.

But this must come
directly from Uzma Ahmed.

Therefore, she needs to be
present in court.

There's a hurdle, Your Lordship.

The hurdle can be for you. Syed sahab.

Because the court may assume

you don't trust the statement
Uzma will make

outside the Indian High Commission.

No, Your Lordship.

We are not afraid of her
changing her statement.

There is a threat to her life.

The people on
Tahir's side are pretty furious.

And you're well aware of all the cases
related to honor killings.

I give orders for her full security.

She has to be present here.

And that is the court's final opinion
on the matter.

Kabul.

Morning, sir.

I was scared.

But people kept trampling that child's
severed arm again and again.

I thought I should move
her arm out of the way before I left…

to keep it from being stepped on again.

That's the least dignity she deserved.

We could have avoided that terror attack
by the Haqqani network.

But we had the freedom of movement there,

which is something we lack here.

I should have taken advantage
of this freedom of movement.

Before that, I tread carefully.

I didn't form my own network.

I made a mistake.

I can't shake off this
Kabul nightmare, Uzma.

Not appearing in court out of fear
might just become

your worst nightmare.

You can refuse to go…

but then you may not be able
to return home.

Mostly, everyone will think
that Uzma is in my car.

Mr. Tiwari, you coordinate
the movement with the police.

-Hello.
-Faraz sahab.

If anything happens to the girl,
remember it will be on Pakistani soil.

Where is this discussion going, Mr. JP?

Sarabjeet was eliminated in prison,

and the incident was
conveniently covered up.

But if you stain your hands
with an innocent girl's blood…

there will be hell to pay.

It's my duty to remind you
that there'll be serious consequences.

Yes?

Will the threat work?

This is Pakistan.

Do we have any choice
other than making threats?

Lock the door.

Uzma!

Uzma.

Uzma.

-Open the door!
-Uzma!

Listen to me, Uzma!

-Uzma…
-Open the door!

Open the door!

Uzma, open the door!
Open the door!

Open the door! Open the door!

-Open the door!
-Uzma…

-Open the door!
-Open the door!

-Open the door!
-Come out, Uzma!

-Open the door!
-Open the door!

Look at me, Uzma!

-Uzma!
-Open the door!

-Open the door!
-Look at me, Uzma!

Open the door, you infidel!

-Let Uzma out!
-Basheer!

-Open the door!
-Come with me.

Just hold on until
the verdict is delivered.

Uzma!

Uzma!

-Get on to your cars.
-He's the bad guy, Uzma.

Come with me.
Come out, Uzma.

-Come out, Uzma!
-Come on!

Come with me.

I'll see you in court, Uzma!

-Uzma is here. Uzma!
-Uzma!

-Uzma…
-Uzma, were you compelled to marry?

Move aside!

Uzma, we know that
you might change your statement!

-What is the High Commission's stand?
-Uzma!

Were you scared to appear in court?
What took you so long?

-Ma'am, make way!
-Uzma, tell us, what took you so long?

Uzma, are you scared
of giving a statement?

Uzma, come.

Hurry up. This way.

-This way.
-Why are you scared? What went down?

-Sir!
-Will you stand by your statement?

Uzma, are you
going to change your statement?

Will the judge meet Uzma
in his chamber alone?

I don't think that's going to happen.

To clear everyone's speculations,

he would prefer to question her
in an open court.

She won't be able to face Tahir.

Even the mention of his name
sends chills down her spine.

There's an Indian song that says,
"Victory comes after defeat."

Come on, Syed sahab.
Is this really how you encourage us?

"Truth alone triumphs."
That's India's own motto.

Have some faith in it.

See you in court.

-Yes, ma'am?
-What's the situation there, JP?

She might have to give a statement
in the open court.

It won't be easy for her… to face Tahir.

Let me speak to her.

Hello?

Child…

don't be scared.

When the whole nation stands with you…

you don't need to fear one man.

You are our daughter.

India's daughter.

We won't rest easy
until we bring you back home.

Thank you, ma'am.

Be confident while giving your statement.

Speak the truth without any fear.

Yes, yes.

Hey, Uzma!

Don't you have any shame?

Punish the shameless!
Punish the cheater!

Punish the shameless!
Punish the cheater!

Punish the shameless!
Punish the cheater!

Silence, please!

Punish the shameless!
Punish the cheater!

Silence in the court, please!

Silence!

Punish the shameless!
Punish the cheater!

-Punish the shameless! Punish the cheater!
-Order in the court, please!

-Punish the shameless! Punish the cheater!
-Order in the court, please!

-Punish the shameless! Punish the cheater!
-Silence!

Uzma Ahmed.

Your husband wishes to speak with you.

He wants to solve the problems

arising in your married life.

Do you wish to meet him alone

or in the presence of your lawyer?

-There's no such--
-Don't be scared.

Just deny it.

No such terms were agreed upon, sir.

Just say no.

Can the Deputy High Commissioner

stop putting words in her mouth,
Your Honor?

He's deeply manipulated her.

I couldn't teach her to stop
being afraid of your client.

-He tortured and humiliated her--
-Can you please be quiet?

Let her speak.

If there's even an ounce of truth in it.

Yes…

This man… cheated me.

He tortured me

and held me captive
all these days in Buner.

Sir, there is nothing to talk about.

I only want to go back home.

I want to go back to India, sir.

Humayun sahab, since Uzma is an adult,

I cannot forcefully
detain her in Pakistan.

Does the MOI have any objections
to waiving the police reporting

or immigration sheet formalities?

Not at all, Your Honor.
We don't have any objections.

Your Honor,
you cannot be unfair to me.

She cannot go anywhere.

She can go after the verdict
in my case is announced.

She doesn't have
to stay for that case.

That case was filed by you
against the embassy staff.

Once she leaves,
she is never coming back.

She is my wife. She should be
handed over to me. That's all!

Tahir sahab.

Point out the law that prevents a wife

from returning home if she chooses to.

This is just drama
to sway the judgment in her favor.

You fancy meeting her, don't you?

Maybe you should faint too.
Maybe they'll agree to your terms as well.

She is terrified of you!

She trembles even at your sight!

The court immediately grants permission

to Uzma Ahmed to return to India.

Your Lordship, we will need
security till Wagah Border.

Local authorities
are instructed to provide

Uzma Ahmed with foolproof security
until she reaches the Wagah Border.

Your Honor, she is my wife.

How can you let her go?

It's a matter of Pakistan's honor!

Don't present this matter
in a different light.

This is not the question of India
or Pakistan's honor.

It's the question of a woman's rights.

She can go.

You cannot do this to me!

-Your Honor!
-Thank you, Your Honor.

Sir, how can you just let her go?

She is my wife.

You cannot do this to me.

This is unfair, Your Honor.
It can't be done.

-What you are doing is wrong!
-Come on!

-Hurry!
-Stop them! Stop!

Catch them!

-Somebody, stop them!
-Stop them!

The distance to Wagah is five hours.

They can easily attack us
whenever they want.

-But, sir, the court's orders--
-This is Pakistan,

not India where
the court's order is the law.

But then, sir, any other idea
to ensure safe passage?

The police are filled with rogue elements,

and so is the ISI.

They cannot be trusted.

Let's not give them a chance
to plan, Tiwari.

We'll leave right now.

I know you were wronged.

We were wronged.

The country's security was wronged.

Let's see how we can stop it
from getting worse.

-Hello?
-Shaukat sahab, we're leaving immediately.

Send the escort over, please.

If you wish to leave right now,
I can only arrange a revolving escort.

Meaning?

It means we'll travel with you
for one hour.

After that, the next
station's cops will take over.

And this will continue till Wagah.

Check with your deputy and confirm.

Okay, agreed.
Just send them over.

Sir, we can only get
a revolving police escort.

They'll be here in ten minutes.

Okay.

-Aayush.
-Sir.

You hold the fort till tomorrow.

I'll take a quick trip to Wagah.

Sir.

-All the best.
-Thank you.

What is the position, Shaukat?

Our duty ends here, sir.

We'll hand over the charge
to the next convoy now.

Come on, quick.

Sir!

Sir, I got an anonymous tip
from one of the cops in the escort…

Sir, there's going to be
an attack on us.

Get in the car.

Let's go.

-Yes, Malik sahab?
-Are you behind the convoy?

No. We'll intercept them up ahead.

Yes?

Malik. We've received
a clear message from India.

Make sure to use your head
and not your guns.

They have made it clear that
if the girl dies, there will be blood.

Okay, sir.
I'll deal with it my way.

-Yes, Malik sahab?
-Turn back.

I'll stop the girl at Wagah.

We don't want the girl.
We want revenge!

And we'll have it!

They won't mess around like this again!

Don't be foolish.
Our men will kill you.

That's been the case until 2010.

You can't scare a Pathan with death.

You were right.

While your guns think,
ours pull the trigger.

What the hell!

Please wait here.

You can't move ahead
until the next convoy gets here.

Our higher-ups gave us instructions.

If you choose to continue alone,

then you will not be our responsibility.

-What's going on, Mr. Tiwari?
-Sir…

They have asked us to wait
until the next convoy arrives.

Sir, what if Tahir's men show up
before we move?

Wait. I'll drive.

Sir…

Hold this.

Sir, we won't make it.

Listen to me, sir.
We won't make it.

I don't get to see my son too often.

I have no intention to make
this arrangement permanent.

So pull yourself together
and let me drive.

Sorry for arriving late, sir.

Basheer, there they are!

Tahir.

Come, you rascals!

Faster!

Down! Down!

Down…

Shoot!

-Shoot!
-You witch!

Give me the bullets!

Uzma!

Shoot!

Shoot the rascal! Shoot him!

Oh, no!

Finish them off!

Finish them off!

Stop!

Stop, you rascal!

Your Honor.

It's a matter of Pakistan's honor!

GATE OF FREEDOM

Deputy sahab…

I saw you on TV,
making an effort to cover your face.

You look better on screen,

though you're not as charming in person.

At least I step into the light.

You hide in the shadows,
trying to scare others.

You should be scared of us.

It's your people
I'm talking about, not me.

We sustain the terror to safeguard them.

Otherwise, you would have
wiped us out by now.

There's no end to this discussion.

Without us, there can be no you.

Her luggage will be checked.

She will be interrogated
based on immigration protocols,

and then we'll make our decision.

Come.

Hello, JP.

Ma'am and the others will be here soon.

What is going on there?

Delaying tactics, Aparna.

Come on.

So, which tablet did Tahir give you?

I don't know the name.

You're educated, right?

Yes.

Still, you took the tablet
and pinned the blame on him.

I didn't blame anyone, sir.
All I said was the truth.

How much of it was true?

The assault or…

the forced sex?

Every word in my statement was true.

You've been to college.

You're 28 years old.

You're an adult.

How are we supposed to believe
you made such a huge mistake?

Mistakes can happen at any age.

Aren't you making one right now?

I'm a simple, innocent girl
who was tricked.

If I was a spy,
then I would have stayed back.

Why would I go to India?

Don't tell me what spies do or don't do.

Yes.

Sir, we are letting her go.

Let's go.

Deputy sahab.

In bureaucracy, pressure from
seniors is like poor umpiring.

When that pressure eases…

you will pay a heavy price.

We know better than to take you lightly.

Look, you are going home now.

But I have to stay here.

So, please don't bring up my name
or thank me during the event.

Okay. Even if I mention it mistakenly…

I will stay quiet.

-Mr. Tiwari.
-Yes, sir.

This is your chance.

This job is not worth it.

Elope to the other side.

You are eager to get married.

Now is your chance.

Let's cross that bridge when we get to it.

This country has terrified me to the point
that nothing frightens me anymore.

India is the apple of our eye

India is the home where our hearts lie

India is the apple of our eye

India is the home where our hearts lie

Thank you for keeping faith in me.

Thank you for trusting us.

JP, the child's back home.

You showed great courage.

Come, child.

Indian inhabitant Uzma Ahmed
who was trapped in Pakistan,

has safely returned to India
after three weeks.

Sushma Swaraj,
the External Affairs Minister,

warmly welcomed her back home
and commended her resilience.

Mom, give me the phone.

Following the court's orders,

Uzma Ahmed was securely
brought back to India.

Now do you understand?

This is not the same, son.

Okay, listen.

The next time
you have a curiosity like this,

jot it down on a pad.

And then, we'll discuss it at night.

Right? Risk versus benefit.

Okay, Dad. Done!

I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you too.

I would like to give all the credit

to Sushma ma'am and JP sir
for everything they did for me.

From my point of view,
it felt like kidnapping.

Because I never imagined
the situation would worsen

as we crossed the Wagah Border.

But I would like to give all the credit

to Sushma ma'am and JP sir
for everything they did for me.

When Uzma crossed
the Wagah Border today,

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Uzma, you kept thanking me
over and over.

I don't think I deserve this gratitude.
I was simply fulfilling my duty.

But I do want to extend
my gratitude to you…

for trusting the Indian High Commission
in times of despair.

It was a challenging time for all of us.

Making the decision was hard,

and yet somehow, it felt simple.

It was a tough decision

because of the difficult
circumstances we were facing.

Granting asylum to anyone inside
the High Commission wasn't easy.

But I want to say that, at that moment,

as Uzma herself mentioned,
the support from Sushma ma'am

was the driving force behind everything.

-Morning, sir.
-Good morning.

Sir…

the ISI won't stop following us.

This is Pakistan, son.

Be it a person or a horse,

never tread straight.

Always two steps ahead.