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There he is!

This way!

-Up there! -Go!

Sir, right there!

-Hey! -Stop! You dog!

Stop!

Get him!

Hey! Stop right there!

Sir, I swear on the Almighty,

I'll tell you everything.

Tell me.

A high-ranking officer in the Pakistani military

is involved in these activities, sir.

Name?

I don't know the name, sir.

I don't know anything more.

Naushad Ahmed.

Brigadier, Pakistan Army.

He handles 50% of Pakistan's network for us.

Fix a meeting with him for me.

Okay.

He's got family relations with the ISI chief, Murtaza Malik.

And this is his network.

Naik.

Whenever soldiers travel across the Karachi highway,

they always eat at the Gulnaz Dhaba.

Naik runs it.

And this is…

Junaid Khan.

This is Rafiq Ahmed, aka Sukhbir.

He is a R&AW agent.

Sharp. Comes from some village in Amritsar.

He's from Pathankot.

I recruited him and sent him here.

He's now one of the top brokers in Karachi.

He has offices all over Pakistan.

Most of the Pakistani officers hire him to invest their money.

Black and white, both.

Among those officers is one Rizwan Ahmed Chaudhary.

One of the most corrupt officers in the Pakistan Army.

He is a Lieutenant Colonel.

He earns more than his salary from smuggling arms and ammunition

and invests the profit in the stock market through Sukhbir.

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

Sir, an important message has come from Delhi.

All the feeds from Junaid's station are missing.

We've been trying to contact him for the last few days, without success.

What?

Junaid is just a cutout, right?

Yeah. He doesn't even know that he works for Naushad.

This is not normal, Vishnu.

The ISI has become active. You cannot meet Naushad.

I'll have to meet him.

But how will you meet…

I can't meet him in Pakistan. But I can meet him outside Pakistan, right?

Nuclear facility is our top priority.

How many times have I told you guys not to meet me directly?

Despite that, we're meeting here?

It was risky meeting you in Pakistan.

And you think there's no risk here?

It's less risky.

Naushad, we value you and your work,

and I am not asking for details of the entire nuclear program.

I need very specific intel

which wouldn't be too difficult for you to get.

And consider this job your last.

Don't sweet talk me like I'm a child.

I know that if I refuse, you'll threaten to release the photos.

I won't release the photographs.

I'll simply send them to the ISI, along with all the proof

of how much you've done for us.

They'll spare neither you nor your family.

Bastard, I will kill you if you…

Naushad, calm down.

Killing me won't set you free.

There's only one way out of this.

Just do this job for us.

I'll get you and your whole family new names and identities,

and settle you in another country.

I know it's ugly, but that's the job.

All we need to know is where the nuclear facility is being built.

Sir!

Sir!

The security arrangements…

I don't want any mistakes.

Naushad, sir.

You're here?

I was hoping to meet the Secretary, but he's not in today.

Sir.

Sir, we have orders, sir.

No one is allowed to leave without being searched.

Are you joking?

If Sufiya finds out that you searched her elder brother,

it won't end well for you.

You know how it is. Duty…

Thank you.

723.

Sorry, sir.

Sir.

What is that, sir?

This?

Just ordinary… cigarettes.

May I have a look, sir?

Seems quite heavy, sir. Imported too.

You're quite sharp.

I bought them in Switzerland.

Next time when I am there, I'll get some for you too.

Sir, if you don't mind, could I have one?

Sure.

Greetings, Naushad bhai. What are you doing?

You were about to waste such a precious thing on him?

Sufiya already got him to quit.

Murtaza bhai, I'm being searched? In your presence, no less?

I apologise.

We got intel.

There's one high-ranking officer in the military who is leaking information.

Anyway, you should leave. It's getting late.

Duty, sir.

Rashid bhai, these two look like newlyweds.

Yes. When they're newlyweds,

they hold hands and the man also lifts the luggage.

And you, Ghulam?

Your marriage is brand new.

You tell us. What's your take on this?

-It's evident from his name. -What?

At home, he's his wife's slave. Here, he's his brother-in-law's slave.

Rashid bhai, really now!

Who's a slave to whom?

Nothing, sir.

These 50-year-old bachelors

were discussing the chemistry of married couples.

Sir, by all appearances, he seems harmless.

Appearances are deceiving.

He's not.

I checked with my sources at the Delhi Embassy.

He is definitely working for R&AW.

Show him our hospitality. Do not take your eyes off him.

Definitely, sir.

Usually, when a husband and wife go shopping,

the husband carries the bag.

-Yes. -Yes?

Sorry, hand me that.

-Finally. -Come, let's buy some fruit.

All this month, you've eaten more of this fruit than the food I made for you.

-But they're… -We still have some at home.

But they're good, aren't they?

-One kilo of apples. -One kilo?

They're very fresh. They come straight from Kashmir.

Give us the red ones.

He charges so much,

but you still only buy your fruit from him.

Madam, don't get upset.

Here, have this for free.

See? Now he's giving them for free.

Here you go.

Thank you, sir.

-You bargain so much. -So?

What do you mean, "So"?

You walk into a fixed-rate shop and come away with a 50% discount.

-They all quake at the sight of you. -The one…

Vishnu…

This is hostile territory.

This is normal.

They do such terrible things

and you won't even lodge a police complaint?

Mohini, I don't want to attract unnecessary attention in Pakistan.

That's why I don't complain.

They view every diplomat as a spy.

Once they're satisfied that I'm not a spy, this will all stop.

And if they never are?

Because…

even I don't believe you're just a report-writing diplomat.

Look, Mohini, my work is confidential.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you what I do.

Then don't.

It's confidential, after all.

Just tell me this much.

Is your work dangerous?

When were you planning on telling me?

I didn't tell you because I thought it would be better if you didn't know.

For our safety. Yours, mine, and our country's.

This is your life.

You chose it.

Your choice.

Why didn't you give me this choice?

I'll bring it all home. Don't worry.

Here.

-All okay? -Yeah.

Okay.

Here.

I think it's time to get in touch with Vikram.

Mr Dewan the Dependable?

We're languishing here in Pakistan.

He's the one living it up with a real foreign posting.

He's not living it up. He's on a mission.

Europe has become the most dangerous hub for international arms smuggling.

Vikram is operating right in the middle of it.

All alone, at that.

For three years now, he's been tracking every arms deal in Paris, big or small.

Under the cover of a tour guide?

Yes. And he has not failed to complete a single assignment to date.

That's why Kao Sir calls him Mr Dependable.

We are gonna have a long night.

Charles, let's lock the deal today, okay?

What you are asking for will require a lot of money.

Money is not a problem, Charles. Trust me. Believe me.

Since when do Pakistanis not think about money?

Charles, my friend,

just let us know the day you can deliver the goods, and…

He's Charles De Claude, sir.

French arms deal broker.

And that South Asian man with him is Bilal.

Pakistani arbitrator.

I want more on these men, Vishnu.

Find out what kind of arms deal they're conducting.

There's something we're missing over here.

Right, sir.

I've already told Vikram to keep an eye on them.

And how's Pakistan treating you otherwise?

Very well, sir.

I am getting so much love that I'm overwhelmed.

In fact, it feels like I'm on my honeymoon, not a posting.

And Naushad? Any updates?

He's desperate.

He craves freedom from both India and Pakistan.

He'll do anything to find out where that nuclear facility is.

As soon as our passports come in, we'll be out of here.

What's really going on? Tell me, please.

You can at least share it with me.

Tabassum, the less you know,

the better it will be for us and the children.

You suddenly talk of leaving Pakistan.

Who is it who's threatening us?

There's no danger, I'm telling you.

-Hello, Altamash, my boy. All well? -Yes.

What's that? Show me.

-Oscar Wilde. -Yes.

Enough of this, boy. Why do you always bury yourself in books?

You're a young man. Go explore the world and have fun!

-Don't you have friends? -I do.

Got a girlfriend yet?

-Uncle, you always bring that up… -You can share it with me.

Once the new passports and tickets come in,

everything will be all right.

It's just a matter of days. Why don't you understand?

Greetings, Naushad bhai. Romancing in the open here?

How are you, Murtaza?

Fine, thanks to God's grace.

So many suitcases?

Where are you packing so much luggage for?

-Actually, we're… -We're not packing, we're unpacking.

She couldn't find her favourite salwar kameez,

so she's been rummaging through everything.

Oh, gosh. Seems like I arrived at an inopportune moment.

Please continue with your search mission.

I just dropped by to hand over this invite to Rukhsar's birthday party.

We would have come by even without an invitation.

Why the formality?

What can I do?

Rukhsar Madam gave an order. I must obey her command, right?

Now that you're here, have something to eat.

Oh no, bhai.

I must go all over Islamabad and give these cards to all the extended family.

But first, to Aabid Sir.

Aabid Sir too?

I'm supposed to meet him for some work later.

I'll give him his card.

You sure?

If you don't, my daughter will not spare me.

You go ahead and distribute the other cards.

Just give me Aabid Sir's card.

All right, fine.

You continue with your search, okay?

-Take care. -Goodbye.

-How are you, Shami? -Fine, thank you.

Is Aabid Sir home?

Sir is not at home.

Oh, Naushad bhai, it's you? Greetings.

Greetings, sister. How are you?

Praise the Lord, I'm good. How are you?

Perfectly fine.

What brings you here?

Actually, Murtaza sent this invitation for you and Aabid Sir.

It's his daughter's birthday,

and he hopes that the two of you will come.

Of course. That's wonderful, we'll definitely come.

So, I'll… take my leave then.

Actually, I had hoped that Aabid Sir would be home

so we could have some tea and a chat.

Please, have a seat.

The tea will be ready soon and Aabid will be back soon too.

-Shami! -No, no.

I don't want to drink tea made by Shami. If it's tea, it must be made by you.

Yours is a world apart.

Then sit and make yourself comfortable. I'll make it myself.

-Sure. -Shami?

Who is it?

Greetings, sister.

Yes?

Of course. Vishnu probably never told you about me.

I'm Murtaza Malik.

Is he home?

No.

Remarkable.

He's absent, both in body and mind.

Anyway,

here's a humble token from my side for the newly married couple.

Please accept it.

Would you like to come inside?

Thank you.

I beg your pardon for disturbing you at such an odd hour.

Here. Congratulations.

Do you want some water?

-Yes, please, thank you. -Okay.

-Give me that, I'll put it down. -Okay.

These photos are very charming.

Yes.

-Thank you. -They're from our wedding day.

Do you and Vishnu work together?

No. Not together.

But we do the same work.

You could say that

I am his Pakistani counterpart.

Counterpart… Colleague, as it were.

Oh, I see.

Yes, yes.

I'll take my leave.

-Do say hello to Vishnu from me. -Sure.

-All right, goodbye. -Yes.

Would you like to try some sondesh?

Mashallah! Did you make these?

Yes.

These are very yummy.

Sondesh with fresh jaggery.

You speak Bengali?

Yes.

Oh my!

It used to be part of Pakistan, you see.

But I simply must get the recipe from you.

And in return, I'll send you some Lab-e-Shireen.

God willing, you will love it.

Lab-e-Shi…?

You probably call it "sevaiyaan".

Yes!

I suppose you must struggle with Urdu.

Actually, I don't have a problem with Urdu.

Since we got here…

Our greatest problem is the mosquitoes.

We keep the doors closed but they still get in.

Welcome, Mr Vishnu.

Incredible!

Here, your madam prepares exquisite sondesh and awaits your return,

and you can hardly spare any time from your office and paperwork.

What can I do?

You're the one keeping me busy.

Am I?

Well then, starting today, you're off the hook.

All right, take care. We'll keep in touch.

For now, I'll take my leave.

Here, we always treat our guests with the utmost respect.

We never let them feel ignored.

Please accept this small gift

for the newly married couple.

Please accept it.

I'll be off now.

Goodbye.

Okay.

Your friend was charming. It was nice meeting him.

Shall we open it?

Take it easy.

"For once, try and see a gift as just a gift."

"We are the ISI, not R&AW."

We've intercepted a signal at 78 hertz.

Connect me to the Cypher Division.

Cypher Division, take note.

Yes, please go ahead.

Three, two,

nine, eight,

seven, four,

five, six.

What are you doing here?

Go inside.

Go on, I'll come soon.

I need this message decoded.

Immediately! Quick, quick, quick! Move fast!

Hello? Hello, hello? Murtaza speaking. Can you hear me?

Hello, sir.

Give me the transmission location.

Sir, it was a short-burst communication.

Tracking the location of those is nearly impossible.

There must be a way!

Sir, we cannot determine the location of short-burst communication.

Had the transmission continued a little longer…

And the receiver's location?

-Track it. Please. -Yes, sir.

Hello, sir? Sir, the receiver…

The receiver is in Sector F-7 Market, Islamabad.

The receiver is in Sector F-7 Market.

There are at least 10 to 15 shops there.

Open up every shop and search it thoroughly.

Properly.

Go on in.

-Anything? -No.

Look inside that one.

Look inside that shop.

Sir, we found this there.

Sir, we have the receiver's exact location.

He's operating out of a garment shop in the market.

Ghulam, keep an eye on this shop.

Stay alert. See who comes to gather intel from them.

-Greetings, Rafiq. -Greetings!

Rafiq bhai, it's been a long time.

Yes, I was in Islamabad. I have an office there too.

Islamabad?

Only God knows all the places you have offices, Rafiq bhai.

You're the Zaheer Abbas of the stock exchange.

Hang on.

Come on! Let's go!

Where are you going? Pay up!

Excuse me, bhai.

-Where is Rauf tailor's shop? -Over there.

Thank you.

-What?! -Take him away!

Hello?

New station chief?

Sukhbir?

Recognize me? Vishnu Shankar.

Damn, you're the new guy?

No wonder it's chaos here.

What's happened?

Idiot, I was this close to getting caught today!

If I hadn't spotted the agents in time,

my body would be rotting in some sewer in Pakistan

while you guys keep changing soap.

If you're done ranting, tell me clearly what happened.

That…

That Waqar!

-Waqar's been caught! -What?!

Waqar's been caught, motherfucker. Waqar's been caught!

And if he spills his guts, who's going to get screwed?

Me!

Vishnu, get me out of here. I don't want to stay here.

Sukhbir, first calm down. Nothing's going to happen to you.

Motherfucker! I've spent four years here.

You've barely been here four days, so don't preach.

Enough, Sukhbir!

If you've been here four years, you should know very well

that Waqar was just a cutout.

He knew nothing about any of our operations.

You guys switch so easily from present to past tense

when talking about a living person.

You'll do the same with me soon enough.

Isn't that so, Vishnu?

Listen, Sukhbir.

First, just calm down

and listen to me carefully.

It would be in both our best interests

that you continue to live a normal life here.

What… did you say, Vishnu?

A normal life? What is that, friend?

Someone waiting for you to come back home. Isn't that right?

For the last four years, my mother has been waiting.

Man, I haven't even called her once in four years.

You know why? Just in case those ISI motherfuckers might be tracing my calls!

Vishnu, I don't even know if my mother is still alive or not.

Motherfucker! Telling me to live a normal life.

I don't even know if I really love the girl I love,

or if I'm just using her to get intel for you!

You're lecturing me?

With your ass planted in a chair,

a diplomatic passport in your pocket,

it's easy to give sweeping commands, Vishnu.

Here, I'm constantly terrified

that instead of "In-shah-Allah", I might say "Waheguru"!

-Listen… -Screw you!

Fucking new station chief!

Rizwan bhai, greetings! How's things, all good?

Greetings. All well.

-Please come. -This is Khan Sir.

-Greetings. -Greetings.

So how are things going, Rafiq?

Fine, Rizwan bhai, by your grace.

Mine or the army's?

Bhai, to me you are the army.

Sir, I always say, "Up there is the Almighty,

while here there's Rizwan bhai."

Didn't I tell you, Khan Sir? He's practically my fan!

All right, listen, Khan Sir wants to know about bonds and stuff.

I can't make head or tail of these financial topics.

You're the expert, you can explain it. That's why I brought him to you.

Got it?

Rizwan bhai? Right now…

Come on, don't make faces.

I know I came unannounced, but I've brought ample compensation.

-Authentic Kathiawadi chole! -Wow! Rizwan bhai!

Naseem, serve the food.

"Serve the food"? Do you even know how tough it was making this?

It's no joke making Kathiawadi chole!

You know, first I soak the chickpeas,

then I boil them, then I roast the spices…

Okay, enough!

Your tongue runs like the Frontier Mail.

It never seems to stop.

You'll hit the brakes once you get to your marital home.

I'm not going away anywhere and leaving you behind.

What a sweetheart.

Have a seat, Khan Sir.

Rizwan bhai, why did you go to so much trouble?

It was no problem at all.

So, Khan Sir, the thing about bonds…

-Where's the pot? -It's up there.

Bonds are pretty simple…

I can't find it.

Just a second, brothers.

-Go ahead. -Of course, no problem.

Do you understand it?

Not really, but…

Would you like to have some tea?

-No, thank you. -No.

It's such a big pot. You really can't see it?

I can see it,

I just can't get it.

Naseem!

If you get it, you won't be able to handle it.

Really? Looks like you're the one who can't handle my brother.

It's called respect.

I am not afraid of your brother.

Aren't you?

Brother!

Yes?

Bhai, will you have pickles?

Sure, bring them.

Silly girl! You'll get me killed!

Naseem, I've told you again and again,

don't get mixed up with me.

Find yourself a decent army guy…

You're so shameless, girl!

Come on! It was just on the cheek.

I'll show you what shameless looks like later.

-Naseem? -Yes?

This is my office.

-So? -Don't do it.

Just don't.

Bhai, there are three kinds of pickles.

Mango, turnip, and chili.

Just bring them all.

Naushad probably doesn't even know that his intel never reached us.

What became of Naushad's passport?

Anjum must have sent it across.

-Yes, sir? -Naushad's passport?

It's ready. Just needs to be delivered to the record shop…

No, there'll be no delivery. Give it to me.

Yes, sir.

I'll handle it myself.

Handle it yourself?

Vishnu, we don't know what they've done with Waqar.

Junaid has been caught.

Sukhbir barely escaped with his life.

We can't take risks with you.

If we can't take risks, then what are we doing in this profession?

We need that nuclear intel at all costs.

So we'll get it, okay?

We'll live to fight another day.

The most unsafe person is Naushad. What do we do about him?

Come on, Vishnu. Naushad is a…

Pakistani?

All this time, we've used blackmail to get him to work for us.

That doesn't mean that he's our slave.

I made a promise to Naushad.

His freedom in exchange for this intel.

New identity, new life.

I won't go back on my word.

Sir, passport.

Sir. We managed to decode the intel we got from Waqar.

It looks quite serious, sir.

Ghulam, this information was highly classified.

Other than me, only four people knew about it.

And only a few others could gain access to it.

Who, sir?

Colonel Muzammil,

Sarfaraz Khan,

Faizal, and…

Aabid.

Put them on 24-hour surveillance.

All of them.

Where they go, who they meet, what they do,

I want all the details of every movement.

Sure, sir.

Where are the passports? You said they promised us them.

There's most likely been some confusion.

It's possible my information didn't reach them.

What's this?

It's a movie ticket.

Night show at the Odyssey.

Adhikari mentioned there's a new film playing at the Odyssey.

Yes, Zinda Laash.

Great! So you even know the name?

Yes. I love watching films.

You know,

Father used to take us once a week, to see the matinee show.

At the Plaza.

If you like, we could go and watch a film today.

Dad, I don't want to eat this.

I want macaroni. I don't want meat.

Child, please eat your meal.

Your father cares about nothing except the nation.

Not you. Not me.

What are you saying, Father? Don't mislead the children.

Daddy, you never take us for any outings.

Everyone else's fathers do.

My child, what can I do? That's just how my job is.

Really? Naushad Uncle does the same job,

but even he's still taking Rubina on a surprise trip to Europe!

My child, you mustn't spread falsehoods.

Angels will take you straight to hell. Who told you that?

They are going! Rubina herself told me.

They've even finished packing.

Greetings, Naushad bhai.

So many suitcases? Where are you planning to go with all this luggage?

-Actually, we're… -We're not packing, we're unpacking.

I will tell you everything.

A high-ranking officer in the Pakistani military.

Murtaza bhai, I'm being searched? In your presence, no less?

We got intel.

There's one high-ranking officer in the military who is leaking information.

Hello, child. Is your father home?

Subtitle translation by: Mohd. Faiz Abrar