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What is… what is going on?

Excuse me, you can't just barge into my office

and carry out a search without prior permission.

I'm sorry, madam, but we have a legal notice against you.

For income tax fraud.

Things can get really difficult for you if you break the law.

Did you find anything?

This is just…

Madam, I understand that you're upset.

But believe me, you're actually very lucky,

because Dr. Munir Khan happens to be your uncle.

These days, journalists can…

Otherwise, how, when, or where reporters disappear these days,

no one knows.

-Uh… what was his name? -Uh… Salim Siddiqui.

Yes, Salim Siddiqui.

He's been gone for four months now, and no one knows where he went. Right?

Is there a reason you're telling me this?

No, I mean, meeting you and seeing your work just reminded me of him.

Salim Siddiqui also enjoyed criticising the government quite a lot, I must say.

Well, unfortunately, he wasn't Munir Khan's relative.

You took your time?

Only because your work kept me busy.

Be careful.

-Just a kiss. Naseem… -You're extremely shameless. Go!

-What's wrong with you? -Just go away!

-Go away. I don't want you here. -Just listen.

-It wasn't just a small thing. -Rafiq, Rizwan will see us.

-Yes, but he's not here right now. -Rafiq, stop it, what are--?

I'm not afraid of anyone. What are you worried about?

Rizwan will be here…

-Oh, so now you're scared of your brother? -Rafiq! Rafiq!

What is…

I wanna know the truth.

Be honest with me.

What's going on between you two?

N… nothing at all, Rizwan.

Mm… actually…

Rafiq and I, we both really… like each other.

Leave us alone.

Should I get some tea… for you?

Go inside.

So, do you love Naseem?

Should I call the priest?

Get you two married?

Sir…

Look, Rafiq…

Naseem is more like my daughter.

After our parents passed away, I raised her.

Do one thing.

Bring your family over.

I'll discuss the rest with them.

But, sir, I don't have anyone.

I'm an orphan.

What do you mean?

My parents passed away…

and I grew up with nothing, on the streets.

I neither had a home nor anyone to love me.

You never told me about this before.

-Where did you spend your childhood? -Karachi.

Somehow, I would have never guessed that.

Maybe because I've moved so many times.

I have lived all over Pakistan.

And every place has influenced me a bit.

Come on, sit down.

I'll ask Naseem to get us some tea.

Mr. Robert. He heads the American Embassy.

-Hello. -And his wife, Suzanne.

-Yes. -Hi. Mohini.

-My wife. -Very beautiful.

I think you both should make a plan to meet someday.

Yes. Yes.

-Hmm? -How long…

-Excuse me. I'll join you in a bit. -Excuse me.

-How long have you been here in Pakistan? -Maybe one month…

-It's been one month she's here. -Oh…

Keep an eye on Mohini. I need to speak with Fatima.

Yeah, sure. You focus on the target. I'll manage this.

See you.

That's how you drink vodka…

but in Russia.

Our weather doesn't permit it.

Vishnu Shankar.

Everyone in this room has only been talking about you.

This sort of thing doesn't happen here. An Indian getting so much attention.

You didn't leave much choice.

Music, beauty, food…

You all claimed all the best things in life.

We were left with the art of storytelling.

Two martinis, please.

You set up a meeting with Mr. Rajagopalan, as promised.

Thank you.

I have a question for you.

Tell me why are you being so nice to me.

I'm not being nice, I'm a fan.

I've followed your work closely.

Your pen is definitely mightier than the sword.

Are you sure?

Tell me, is it just my writing… and nothing else?

Should we step out for a bit?

Sure.

-Did Vishnu tell you about this? -Yeah, yeah.

-Of course. -I enjoy cooking for him.

It's, like, really very nice. It's, like, really very famous.

So, what's your role here? What exactly are you doing for India?

Exactly what you're doing.

Both of us have the same job.

"Our sources have informed us that…"

We find key sources in the right place and then extract information from them.

I use the information from my sources to write articles.

What do you do with it?

Well, I write spy novels.

Really?

I use this information to avoid wars.

And nuclear bombs.

So, that means you were never interested in me

but just in my sources?

Who all?

Munir Khan.

I work for the R&AW.

And I'm well aware that Munir Khan is your uncle.

What did you think would happen?

-You tell me all of this and I'll-- -You're free to do whatever you want.

But I was honest with you simply because I genuinely believe

that we both are fighting on the same side.

No.

I'm fighting for my country.

"Pakistan needs education, infrastructure, but it does not need a nuclear bomb."

"Bhutto enjoys a seven-course meal in Saudi

and asks the people of Pakistan to eat grass,

so that he can make a nuclear bomb."

They are all your headlines, aren't they?

Are you only interested in writing sensational headlines?

From what I know of you, I can confidently say that…

you desperately want to change your country at any cost.

You said it yourself, you serve your country.

Pakistan is closer than ever to building a nuclear weapon.

In a few months, they'll have a nuclear bomb.

And you know very well,

if a man like Bhutto manages to get his hands on a nuclear bomb,

millions of people will die, and your country will surely go bankrupt.

What if India makes the bomb?

India is definitely not making a nuclear bomb.

India has no such plans.

In fact, we're more than willing to sign the NPT.

All this information… it's top secret. I'm not supposed to tell you.

Think about it.

Fatima, you and I are clearly chasing the same goal.

Then why can't we help each other?

Only because our countries are different?

If I go and tell the ISI who you really are--

I already said you're free to do whatever you want.

"Pick up your pen and see

Your words can shift the course of war!"

Faiz, the poet, said it.

This line was written with fearless journalists like you in mind.

Your voice matters more now than it ever did. Please don't hold back.

And just in case,

you change your mind and feel we can work together…

then simply publish a matrimonial ad in your newspaper.

Third page, bottom right.

-Uh… hi. -Hi.

-Mohini. -Fatima.

What a nice name.

Thank you.

Oh, ho…

I'm Vishnu's beloved wife.

Oh…

-N… nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you, too.

-Let's go. -Where?

Sure.

Come.

I… I'll join you in a bit.

Okay.

So, is she one of your colleagues?

No, she's a… journalist.

Madam, we'll have to sabotage this deal at any cost.

I cannot afford any unnecessary international attention.

Sure.

Why don't you talk to the French intelligence?

They can probably help you.

Madam, we're talking about HGN here.

This is a mammoth corporation.

They have high-level connections with the government.

The French won't make a move.

If you could just talk to President Pompidou--

His presidency is going to end in four months.

And if we do have to convince the French government, then…

then we need more proof.

Proof that we don't have right now.

I'm convinced if the international community

hears about this, they will definitely step in and help us.

Maybe. But what do I say to them?

That we've robbed a bank in France, outside our jurisdiction,

but that we now need their help?

How do you think they get their secret documents?

Everyone works the same way, madam.

We have a treaty with France.

We cannot just spy on their people and their organisation.

We have to respect that.

Will this treaty save us from Pakistan's nuclear bomb, madam?

We have no other way.

I cannot give you official permission

to carry out an operation like this on foreign soil.

But I can't stop you either.

Finish this. Then we'll talk.

Who is he? You only paid me for one man.

Just keep quiet, okay? Everything is fine. Just…

-Ah, don't try to be over-smart. -Just… just relax, okay?

Or else I'll call the police.

Ma'am, please calm down. I'm not here to fuck you.

I'm here to fuck him.

You fucking idiot!

How many times have I told you?

How many times have I… Over and over again. Asshole!

Didn't I tell you to keep it in your pants?

Can't you fucking understand?

Can't hear anything.

It was a mistake, sir.

One little slipup could destroy years of hard work.

Do you realise she could be anyone? CIA, KGB, Mossad or even R&AW.

Who the fuck is talking to him like that?

I just had too much to drink, sir.

You had fun? Hmm?

I flew all the way from Pakistan just to give you a message,

so that no phone call, no telegram could be traced back to you.

And you're here inviting trouble into your bed.

Bilal, one more mistake,

and I'll make sure that you never fuck again.

No more mistakes. Sorry, sir.

Look Bilal, I need you to be alert at all times, okay?

And keep your eyes open.

And this is your last chance.

Here you go.

This is the final instalment. I don't want you to mess this up. Okay?

-Have I made a mistake trusting you? -Mm-mm. No.

Don't make me come back here again to finish you off. Hmm?

You're late again today.

Yeah.

I had to work on an urgent report at the office.

You tell me. What was your day like?

Okay, I guess…

I mean, I don't have important reports to work on like you.

How's your friend Fatima who I met at the party?

The less you know, the better it is for you.

It's not like I know anything in either case.

You never introduce me to anyone anyway.

You're embarrassed by me. You don't want me to meet anyone.

-What are you trying to say? -Why are you getting so worked up?

I just asked you because it was on my mind. That night--

Meeting different journalists at the foreign office is a part of my job.

I'm not asking you for any explanation.

Did you and Fatima meet again?

You're really overthinking this.

Yes,

maybe I am overthinking this.

But then, that night…

the kind of comfort level that both of you shared…

that's not there between you and me, even after all these months.

Yes, I go to meet Fatima sometimes.

But it's definitely not what you think it is.

Hmm…

You've clearly made up your mind about me, right?

So go ahead and think whatever you want.

Okay, then I won't think about it.

I only want to know one thing from you.

Do you want to be with me or not?

Yes or no?

My parents were so happy that I had finally found a good match

and was getting married.

"The boy is not from our community. So what? He's a good person.

He has a government job. And he likes our daughter.

He'll make her happy. He'll give her so much love."

But the truth is that…

…everything about you was actually a complete lie.

You don't really love me. And you are definitely not a good person.

And yes, whatever you do, you… you do it for yourself.

So stop hiding behind your country and your duty.

You're not only deceiving others, you're also fooling yourself.

They're nothing but a band of thieves!

Is the security of our nation resting solely on your shoulders?

Listen to me, take the kids out for a holiday.

Take a break.

Bank clerks have weekends, Parizad.

They're the ones who sit on chairs and wait for holidays to come.

When is Eid? When is Muharram? I have no idea. Comes with this job. Huh?

Don't hold it against me.

Are you jealous of a banker?

On a serious note…

Listen, Parizad… just hear me out.

The Indian spies are very active right now.

Hmm.

Several of our international transactions

are secretly being routed through your BFCI bank, off the record.

They better stay off the record.

Keep an eye on your staff.

If you notice any suspicious behaviour, contact me immediately.

Is it that serious?

Hmm.

Do you suspect anyone?

No, not really. My men are loyal.

Pay attention to the ones closest.

In times like these, anyone can surprise you.

Yes.

Yes, who's this?

Alaikum as-salaam, Parizad.

How are you?

Sorry, Rizwan sir. I was held up.

What's wrong? Drinking alone?

Rizwan sir, I was sure there'd be dinner waiting for me.

Isn't Naseem home?

Will that be enough?

What's wrong, Rizwan sir?

Is something bothering you?

So, I was thinking that…

since your parents have passed away…

we should go visit their graves. What do you say, this Friday?

Offer prayers for them.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

What's the date today?

Oh, no!

I need to leave for Karachi on Thursday night.

Where exactly are their graves?

In Rawalpindi. I told you, remember?

The graveyard in Madina? Both the graves.

In Rawalpindi? But then you said

you're from Karachi?

What's the story, Rafiq?

Actually, I have an uncle who lives there… in Rawalpindi.

I was a child back then. He took care of the funeral rites.

Is this uncle also dead now? Hmm?

He's also buried in the same place?

Rizwan sir, why do I feel like I'm being interrogated by the police.

I'm just curious.

Let's leave family aside, I doubt you'll have those records.

But you must have a record of the ledgers.

-I'm sorry? -Ledgers?

What ledgers?

The BFCI ledgers.

Why do you look so confused? You asked me for them, right?

So why do you need them? Huh? Tell me.

Sir, you're connecting two completely different things with each other.

None of this is making any sense to me.

None of this is making sense to me either.

You asked for all ledgers of all the accounts.

What do you need them for? Hmm?

But, Rizwan sir, that's how trading works.

-What? -The bonds you mentioned…

Khan sir's bonds… Are you listening to me?

-Tell me, I'm waiting! -He's a foolish man, Rizwan sir.

He doesn't know anything about the markets.

I just wanted more information on his bonds.

It's just how business is, Rizwan sir. Why are you getting involved--?

Because you got me in the fucking mess in the first place.

What you don't know…

is that Murtaza had called Parizad to his office the other day.

Not for a cup of tea, but to question him.

Rafiq, you have absolutely no idea, Murtaza is like a bloodhound.

If he knows you are lying, he'll surely uncover it.

I also got a call from Parizad,

but I did not tell him that you asked me for the ledgers.

You're like a brother to me, right?

Right?

Tell me honestly.

Tell me the truth. You are not a spy, are you?

Spy? What are you saying?!

Are you okay? Parizad, Murtaza…

Sounds like you’re just shooting in the dark, Rizwan sir.

I'm sorry, you've had too much to drink.

I think we should call it a night. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?

I'll give a call when you're feeling better tomorrow. Or you call me.

Let's talk tomorrow in the morning.

-You come to my office, okay? -No…

-I'm gonna go call Murtaza. -Sir, what are you…?

You explain it to him. He'll get the truth out of you.

Rizwan sir, please! Just think for a second.

What does ISI have to do with any of this?

Let go of me!

Come on, Rizwan sir! This is just between you and me.

Look, I respect you very much. Let's talk this through.

-Rizwan sir-- -We're done talking!

Now, whatever you have to say, say it to Murtaza. Move!

Rizwan sir, things will get completely out of control.

What are you doing, Rafiq!

-Rizwan sir… -Rafiq! Let me go! Let go!

Rafiq!

I'm going to…

You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!

How could you?!

You didn't just betray me!

You betrayed Naseem as well!

Rizwan sir, I'll always take care of Naseem!

I swear on Waheguru!

Rizwan sir? Rizwan sir!

Rizwan sir!

Rizwan sir!

Rizwan sir, I'm sorry.

Afzal?

Send, uh… that…

that morse code machine and some bugs.

You know Rizwan Chaudhary, right? Yes, the army officer. Yes, yes, yes.

Send it to his place.

It's extremely urgent.

Okay. Uh… We have 30 minutes. Don't be late.

Yes.

Okay.