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What is this? What are you doing?

Excuse me?

You can't just barge into my office and conduct a search like this!

Madam, there is a notice against you.

For income tax fraud.

If you break the law, it will only get more difficult for you.

-Found anything? -This is just…

Madam, I understand your outrage.

But believe me, you're actually very lucky

because Mr Munir Khan is your relative.

Otherwise, these days, no one knows when, where, or how reporters disappear.

-What was that guy's name again? -Salim Siddiqui, sir.

Yes, Salim Siddiqui.

It's been four months, madam. There's still no trace of him.

And why exactly are you telling me this?

No reason.

It's just that meeting you happened to remind me of him.

Mr Salim Siddiqui was also very fond of writing against the government.

But unfortunately for him, his uncle wasn't Munir Khan.

Took your time, didn't you?

It's your work that kept me busy, sir.

Be careful.

-Just a small peck. -You're quite shameless.

-Leave. You need to go. -Listen, Naseem!

-You can't just throw me out like this. -Get out.

-We won't hear… -Listen to me.

-Rafiq, my brother will be home soon. -Just a peck. He won't be that soon.

-Rafiq, what are you doing? -This time, I don't care.

-What's the matter? -He's going to be home soon.

-Suddenly, you're the one who's scared? -Rafiq. Rafiq!

I want the truth.

Tell me clearly, what's going on?

Nothing, brother.

Actually, Rafiq and I, we like each other.

Go inside.

Should I bring some tea?

Just go.

So, you like Naseem?

Should I call for a priest?

Get you married?

Bhai…

Look, Rafiq.

Naseem is like my own child.

After our parents passed away, I raised her.

So you do one thing for me.

Invite your family over.

I'll discuss the rest with them.

I have no family, bhai.

I'm an orphan.

I don't understand.

I grew up on the streets

amidst a lot of hardship.

I had no home,

and no one to look after me.

You've never mentioned this before.

Where did you grow up?

Karachi.

Your accent isn't from Karachi.

Bhai, I've lived such a nomadic life.

I've drifted all over Pakistan.

Moving around that much, accents tend to change.

All right, you can have a seat. I'll get Naseem to bring you 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.

Yeah, sure.

How long…?

Excuse me, I'll just join you in a while.

Excuse me.

How long have you been here in Pakistan?

-Maybe one… -Yeah, it's been one month she's here.

Keep an eye on Mohini while I'm with Fatima.

Okay. You focus on the target, I'll handle this.

See you.

That's how you drink vodka.

But in Russia.

Our weather doesn't permit it.

Vishnu Shankar.

Everyone here seems to be talking about you.

It doesn't happen often

that someone from India is discussed so extensively here.

What can I say?

Music, taste, beauty…

You people took away all the finest things

and left us only with stories.

Two martinis, please.

Thank you for arranging the interview with Mr Rajagopalan.

May I ask you something?

Why are you being so kind to me?

Don't call it kindness. Call me a fan.

A fan of your writing.

Your pen wields considerable power.

Are you sure?

Is it just my writing and not something else?

Shall we talk outside?

Lead the way.

-Did Vishnu tell you that? -You tried the…?

-About the sondesh? -Of course, of course.

It's… It's like really very famous.

What exactly do you do for India here in Pakistan?

The same thing you do.

We both do the same work.

"According to our sources…"

We locate sources in the right places and extract information from them.

I use intel from my sources to write articles.

What do you do?

I write spy novels.

Really?

I use this information to avoid wars.

And nuclear bombs.

Which would mean you're not interested in me, but in my sources.

Which one?

Munir Khan.

I work for R&AW…

and I know that Munir Khan is your paternal uncle.

What are you hoping?

That after hearing this, I'll…

You can do whatever you want.

But I told you all this

because I believe we're both 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 seven-course meal in Saudi

and asks people of Pakistan to eat grass so that he can make a nuclear bomb."

These are your headlines, aren't they?

Is creating sensational headlines the only work you want to do?

From what I know of you, I can say with certainty

that you want to bring about change in your country.

You just said you are fighting for your country.

Pakistan is on the verge of building a nuclear bomb.

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

And as you well know,

when a man like Bhutto gets his hands on a nuclear bomb,

not only will millions die,

but your country will also go bankrupt.

What if India makes the bomb?

India isn't building a nuclear bomb.

India has no such plans.

In fact, we're ready to sign the NPT.

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

Think about it.

Fatima, if we're both working towards the same goal,

why can't we help each other?

Just because we're from different countries?

If I were to tell the ISI who you are…

As I said before, you can do whatever you want.

"Pick up your pen and you'll see

the face of the war will change."

It's a quote by Faiz.

And it was written for fearless journalists like you.

The work you're doing is crucial.

Don't stop.

And just in case…

If you feel we can work together,

then publish a matrimonial ad in your newspaper.

Third page, bottom right.

-Hi! -Hi!

Mohini.

Fatima.

What a nice name.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm Vishnu's beloved wife.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

-Shall we go? -Where?

Sure. Come.

-I'll join you in a bit. -Okay.

Does she work with you in your office?

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 could help you.

Madam, we are talking about HGN here.

It's a huge corporation.

They have connections high up in the government.

The French won't make a move.

If you could just talk to President Pompidou…

His presidency ends in four months.

If we want to convince the French government,

then we need more proof, which we don't have.

Madam, if the international community finds out, I'm sure they'll support us.

Perhaps.

But what exactly am I supposed to tell 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.

Madam, will this treaty save us from Pakistan's nuclear bomb?

We have no other way.

I cannot officially authorize you to carry out such operations on foreign soil.

But I can't stop you either.

Finish up.

Then we'll talk.

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

Just keep quiet, okay?

All okay. Just…

-Oh, don't try to be over-smart. -Just relax.

Otherwise, I'll call the police.

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

I'm here to fuck him.

Bastard.

How many times have I told you? How many times?

Bastard.

Stay away from women. Why don't you understand?

Can't hear anything.

I made a mistake, sir.

Your one mistake could ruin years of hard work.

This woman could be anyone!

CIA, KGB, Mossad, or R&AW!

Who the fuck is talking to him like that?

I just had too much to drink, sir.

Too much?

I came all the way from Pakistan to deliver a message to you,

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

And you're in bed with a prostitute?

Bilal, just one more mistake,

and you'll remain alive, but without your tool.

It won't happen again.

Sorry, sir.

Bilal, you need to keep your eyes and ears open at all times.

Never let your guard down.

This is your last chance.

Take this.

This is the final tranche.

No more fuck-ups. Got it?

-No slip-ups. -No.

Or else I'll come personally to finish you.

Late again today?

Yes.

I was working on a report at the office.

And you? How was your day?

The same.

I don't have important work to do like you.

By the way, how is Fatima, your friend from the party?

She's a journalist. I told you, she's not a friend.

Yes, but how would I know?

You never introduce me to anyone.

Are you ashamed to introduce me to people?

What are you trying to say?

Why are you getting angry?

I just said what was on my mind. That night…

Meeting journalists at the Foreign Office is a part of my job.

I wasn't asking for an explanation.

Did you go to meet her again?

-You're overthinking things. -Yeah.

Maybe I am overthinking things.

But that night,

the level of comfort between you two

doesn't exist between us even after all these months.

Yes, I meet up with Fatima.

But it's not what you're thinking.

Look, I can't change your way of thinking.

Actually, just think whatever you want to think.

Fine. Then I won't think.

Just tell me one thing.

Do you want to be with me or not?

Yes or no?

My parents were so happy that I was finally getting married.

"So what if the boy is not Bengali?"

"At least he's a good man with a government job."

He likes me.

He'll keep me happy. He'll love me.

But the truth is,

everything about you was a lie.

You neither love me

nor are you a good person.

And yes, everything you do,

you do for yourself.

So don't use this façade of country and duty

to fool yourself and others.

Thieves, the whole lot of them.

Is the security of the entire country solely your responsibility?

Listen, take the kids for a vacation. Take a break.

You bankers have it easy, Parizad bhai.

You just sit in your chair and wait for the holidays.

When is Eid? When is Muharram? When is Milad?

When is the Kunde feast?

Don't be envious.

Feeling jealous of me now?

Jokes aside, Parizad bhai,

listen carefully.

Indian spies have become very active.

Many of our secret international transactions

are carried out through your BFCI Bank.

They need to remain secret.

Keep an eye on your staff.

If anyone comes across as suspicious,

contact me immediately.

Is the matter serious?

Do you suspect anyone?

They're all our people, our own men.

Pay attention to those closest to you.

These days, no one is really true to anyone.

Understood.

Yes, who is it?

Greetings, Parizad.

How are you?

Sorry, Rizwan bhai, I'm late.

What's up? All alone today?

I thought you were going to treat me to some fancy food, Rizwan bhai.

Is Naseem not home?

Is that enough?

What's the matter, Rizwan bhai?

Something bothering you?

I was thinking,

your parents have passed away,

so this Friday, let's visit their grave.

We'll recite a prayer for them.

I was thinking the same thing.

What date is that?

Oh no!

I have to leave for Karachi on Thursday.

Where are their graves, sorry?

You know the Madina graveyard in Rawalpindi? In there.

You're from Karachi, you said, but their graves are in Rawalpindi?

What's up with that, Rafiq?

I had a distant paternal uncle who came from Rawalpindi.

I was just a child.

He handled the last rites.

And he must have also passed away, hmm?

His grave must be there too.

Rizwan bhai,

you're interrogating me like a police officer.

I've hardly begun.

Okay, forget your family, you won't have any of their records.

But you must have a record of the ledgers, right?

What?

Ledgers?

What ledgers?

The BFCI ones.

Why are you so surprised?

You were the one who asked for them.

What did you need them for? Tell me.

Rizwan bhai, where are you going with all this?

-I really don't understand anything. -Well, I don't get it either.

Why did you need all the ledgers of all the accounts, hmm?

Rizwan bhai, this is how trading works.

That Khan… Khan sahib's bonds… You know Khan sahib, right?

-Yeah, what about him? -That man is clueless, Rizwan bhai.

He knows nothing about stocks.

So I had to re-route his bonds.

Rizwan bhai, these are business matters. Why are you getting involved…?

Because you involved me in this mess, fucker!

Did you know that Murtaza called Parizad to his office?

Not for a cup of tea, but for an inquiry.

Murtaza's got a nose like a damn bloodhound.

He can sniff out the truth from the slightest suspicion.

Parizad called me too.

I didn't tell him it was you who wanted the ledgers.

But you're my bhai, right?

Right?

Just tell me, man.

You're not spying for someone, are you?

What do you mean, spying?!

Who's a spy?

Parizad? Murtaza?

You're just taking shots in the dark, Rizwan bhai.

Look, you've had too much to drink.

I think you should just sleep it off. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?

I'll call you and we'll talk calmly. Call me.

Let's talk tomorrow morning.

-No. -Come by the office tomorrow.

-I'm calling Murtaza. -Rizwan bhai!

You explain it to him.

-Let him sort it out. -Rizwan bhai!

Look, don't do anything stupid.

-Why drag the ISI into this? -Move aside, man!

Rizwan bhai, this is our family matter, right?

Listen, I respect you a lot. Let's sit and talk.

-Rizwan… -No tricks now!

Whatever you have to say, say it to Murtaza.

Move!

-Rizwan bhai, it'll get out of control. -What the hell are you doing?

Rafiq! Get off me!

Rafiq…

Rafiq!

Bloody hell, I'll…

Bastard, I'll kill you!

Bastard! I'll kill you!

Rafiq!

You turned out to be a treacherous snake!

Oh, Naseem!

Rizwan bhai, I won't let anything happen to Naseem.

I swear to Waheguru!

Rizwan bhai?

Rizwan bhai!

Rizwan bhai, please forgive me.

Afzal, that Morse code machine and some bugs.

You know Rizwan Chaudhary, right?

The army guy. Yes.

Drop those off at his house in half an hour.

Don't be late. Half an hour.

Yes.

Okay.

Subtitle translation by: Mohd. Faiz Abrar