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-Fatima Khan? -Yes.

Vishnu Shankar sent me.

Rahmat, please finish up in the kitchen and go home.

Is anybody else at home?

What's your name?

-Rafiq. -Is that actually your name?

Look, this is your recording device.

Okay?

There's one thing you need to be particularly careful about.

Whenever you use this pen,

you should press this button.

Otherwise, it won't record anything.

How can I tell if it's on?

Press the button once and it turns on.

Press it again and it turns off.

A van will be parked within a 500-metre radius of the PAEC.

A R&AW van.

It will relay its feed directly to the embassy.

Who will be in the van?

You don't need to know that.

For anything else, please ask Vishnu.

And be warned.

The PAEC security personnel may have bug-cleaning devices.

If things go south, you'll be on your own.

Are you from here, or did you come from India?

Does it matter?

People like us don't belong to nations.

We belong to agencies.

I work for R&AW.

And now, so do you.

Stay safe.

One more thing.

Now that we can identify each other,

a single mistake from either of us

will mean death for us both.

Farewell.

-Hello. -Vishnu?

Couldn't you come yourself to brief me?

I'm helping you.

I'm not some R&AW agent

who your agency can simply send anyone to dump assignments on!

Listen. Listen, Fatima.

The ISI has two teams constantly tracking me.

Even now, a few guys are lingering outside my home.

Under these circumstances, meeting in person is risky for both of us.

-Are you afraid? -No.

But your voice says otherwise.

Don't worry.

A bit of nervousness is healthy. It's beneficial.

And I am aware that you're not a R&AW agent.

You're a brave Pakistani journalist.

So relax.

And don't worry. I'll always be there for you.

Just don't worry.

I've thought of a headline

that will compel Uncle Munir to meet me.

Then we'll achieve our goal.

Great.

You've cleaned that frame seven times already.

Sir.

Ma'am, bag.

This way, ma'am.

Come forward.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Uncle.

Sit.

Hurry it up.

I may be the one who summoned you here,

but your shamelessness about what you've done is astonishing.

Uncle, what I wrote is…

What you wrote is a threat to Pakistan's national security, to say the least.

Even Bhutto sahib has read it.

He's still giving you a chance to fix what you did, though,

and that's solely because you're my niece.

Does being your niece mean I shouldn't write the truth?

And what is the truth?

Who gave you this information? What's your source?

-You know I can't reveal my sources… -Of course.

I thought as much.

What, do you believe that only India should get to build a bomb?

That we should stand by like Bangladesh with bowed heads?

India is not making the bomb.

If you really believe that…

You will retract your article

and issue an apology in tomorrow morning's paper.

Or else!

Oh, God!

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Uncle.

-It's okay. -I…

Jasmine!

Jasmine! Oh, God!

Jas…

-Should I call…? -This girl!

Jasmine. Jasmine!

How many times have I called for you?

-Clean it up. Understand? -I'll take care.

And how many times have I told you that I may need you at any time?

-Sorry, sir. -Stay at your desk. Don't wander off.

Leave it.

Leave it!

I will not retract the article.

A nation whose prime minister intimidates reporters

is a country better off without a nuclear bomb.

I'll take my leave.

I know Bhutto sahib isn't accustomed to hearing the truth,

but if possible, please remind him

that in our country, prime ministers change faster than the seasons,

so he'd better stop viewing the public as serfs.

Ah! What an amazing line!

And what about these control rods?

Sir, it's possible they may not align with the core.

That's why we've formed a team to prepare custom adapters.

And the coolant flow?

It could have leakage issues or blockages.

Leak in the coolant flow.

But, sir, we must not allow the reactor to overheat under any circumstances.

And what about fuel assembly?

Pellets are robust.

They were last checked a week ago

and the team of adapters is keeping an eye on the process, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning. What's up? All okay?

-Huh? -Sir…

Let's reconvene in the evening.

Yes, sir.

What is this behaviour?

I want to know that too. There were strict orders for everyone, right?

Until the reactor arrives…

Vishnu!

No interviews. No media interaction.

It's Murtaza.

And yet you met with a reporter?

I have not issued any formal quotes to the press.

And you, don't overstep your boundaries.

I'm not some ISI employee who'll take orders from you.

These were Bhutto sahib's direct orders.

And you know very well how sensitive he is about this issue.

It's only expected that he would be

because it was your responsibility to bring the reactor safely to Pakistan.

-That responsibility is still mine. -Yes, indeed.

And the breaches that have occurred in your security

are your responsibility too.

Due to which, I don't think the reactor will reach us by the 15th.

Listen, whatever you think or don't think, keep it to yourself.

Okay?

Once the cargo lands,

within eight hours, the convoy of trucks

will be in the nuclear testing facility, God willing.

Until then, do yourself a favour

and please keep your mouth shut.

That would be for the best. Let's go!

May 15th is just five days away.

No, Vishnu. No.

We can't do that. That's not how we work.

Then how do we work, sir?

Our agency doesn't even exist on paper here in Pakistan.

Even the agents who work for us don't exist.

Sir, there's neither any record of our work nor any reward.

So who decides what we can or cannot do?

Sir, please trust me.

I can do this, sir.

Just give me a free hand once.

What is your move going to be, exactly?

The ISI is dismantling the reactor and then transporting it.

It won't contain any radioactive stuff.

I can blast it, sir.

I've already assembled a team of covert mission experts.

Yasir Abbas.

Weapons expert.

He's a bit hot-headed, but that's what we need for an operation like this.

Raghuveer Singh.

Sharpshooter.

His team has worked extensively in both Kashmir and Tawang.

Twelve.

Uday Bhan Singh.

Explosives expert.

He's the best candidate for managing controlled blasts.

Gadani Port.

The place where the cargo will land.

It will have practically been turned into a Pakistani army base by now.

Sir, I'll take these three and head there today itself, along with Sukhbir.

Okay. Go ahead.

All the best.

Thank you, sir.

So they will move four to five trucks out from Gadani Port.

But we can't do anything at the port. Security will be too tight.

There are not just four or five,

but dozens of army trucks patrolling the city.

How will we identify the trucks carrying the reactor?

So why don't we attack the port directly?

Pray it never comes to that. That would be nothing less than a suicide mission.

What's new about that?

If we don't go to the port, then how will we blow up the trucks?

We'll have to find a suitable spot.

We'll conduct a detailed recce of the city.

We need to find any weak points where the ISI could slip up.

If those trucks leave the city, consider the mission failed.

And one more thing.

No one else is on this mission but us.

No force. No backup.

So be extra careful.

Not a single shot should be fired before the reactors have been blown up.

Our safety is of utmost importance.

How much explosive will we need to blow up approximately four trucks?

We'll need Composition C4. 45 kilos. At the very least.

I'll take care of it.

Mohini, I have to travel to Europe for a few days.

So suddenly?

-Yes, well… -Are…

-Are you okay? -Yes.

An urgent meeting has come up.

Govind is at your disposal.

If you need anything, just tell him.

You seem quite troubled.

No.

No?

Mohini, I know what you think of me.

And your anger is justified.

I have wronged you.

Between my work and personal life,

I have always prioritised my duty.

I also know that repeatedly apologising does not change your life in any way.

But believe me,

wherever I may be,

you're always in my thoughts.

Vishnu, you're…

You're not going to Europe, right?

Vishnu…

I have the strength to live alone.

But not the desire.

I just want to know the truth.

Should I wait for you or not?

Mohini…

-Look after yourself. -You too.

How could Vishnu Shankar disappear just like that?

Where the hell were all of you? Why were you posted there?

-And how long since he's vanished? -Maybe two or three days.

If you ever feel like saying "maybe" again, cut your own tongue out first.

Two or three?

Two days, sir.

Alert all the checkpoints.

Circulate his photo.

Keep your eyes and ears wide open. And find him!

Yes, sir.

-Ghulam. -Sir?

We leave for Gadani Port today.

Before the cargo arrives, I want to inspect the place myself.

Sir.

Sir, there are 22 points in the port's perimeter

from where a stealth attack is possible.

Our team has prepared a list of all these vantage points.

Everyone is to memorize this map thoroughly.

The trucks will depart only after receiving clearance.

Don't be careless.

Leave no stone unturned.

Every arrangement must be double-checked.

It may not look like it, but it's a war.

Act like it.

There's no way through there.

It's a dead end.

And it stinks so fucking bad, it's hard to breathe.

-Well? -Now what?

What's the situation there?

The roof has collapsed on the left side 200 meters ahead.

There's no way out.

Our sole exit is the entrance we used.

What's that?

Army trucks.

Army trucks? Passing overhead?

That's exactly why we're here.

There's only one route to the highway from Gadani Port.

Listen, as soon as the army trucks leave Gadani Port,

I'll message on the walkie-talkie from the watchtower.

And when the trucks pass here,

that's when the blast should happen.

But what is this bloody place?

They started building an underground route to improve connectivity to the port.

The previous government embezzled the funds,

and the whole project was abandoned midway.

Very good.

Even in corruption, they compete with us.

By the way, Raghuveer, how far is the port from here?

About 800 meters.

Eight hundred meters?

Eight hundred meters?

And a dead end on two sides.

If the ISI guys come, it's going to be a dogfight, man.

We'll all be killed. How long can we last against them just with pistols?

That's a risk we'll have to take. Right?

Of course.

Why so tense?

Bring on the bloody battle.

The Pakistanis won't have the luxury of retreating.

We'll bury them right here.

What?

-Did I say something wrong? -Have you ever been wrong?

We have to plant all the explosives here.

We'll come back at 05:00 tomorrow. Let's go.

Okay.

All right.

-Sukhbir. -Yes?

After this operation, you'll get your new identity and passport.

When this is over, you're free to leave.

-Don't make false promises. -I'm telling the truth.

If Naseem wants, she can come with you too.

I'll make arrangements for her too.

Thank you.

Bhai, there's one regret I have.

No matter how well I hide the truth,

there's one lie I will carry all my life.

Poor Naseem only knows Rafiq.

She'll never get to meet Sukhbir.

What's the word for "bad" in Punjabi?

"Maada."

What's the problem, friend?

It's not like Rafiq's a bad guy.

Oh my, you could pass for a Punjabi fella.

Everyone alert!

Cargo ship will dock at 18:30 hours.

One unit will stay with Rashid,

one with Imaad.

And one will stay with me.

-Yes, sir! -Yes, sir!

We have very little time left.

The ship must have docked. In two hours, they'll commence unloading as well.

One arm's space between each. Set them everywhere.

Across a span of 20 feet by 20 feet.

That side.

-No. -Hurry up. Take a quick look here too.

Murtaza sir's orders. We have to check all the exits.

I think someone's there.

If we're exposed, we must be the first to fire.

-All right. -Got it.

Hurry, pick up the stuff and move inside.

Okay.

-Come on, go in and check it out. -Yes, sir.

Come on. Hurry up.

Sir, something seems off.

-Check thoroughly. -Yes, sir.

You check that area.

Who goes there?

Ali?

Sir, we hear gunshots from the underground tunnel outside Gadani Port, sir.

It appears there are people inside.

Jamil, come in. Ali?

Hello! Anyone there? Ali?

What's up? Have you guys exited the tunnel?

I'm sending backup. You guys wait there.

The ISI will be here any moment.

What do we do now?

You guys put on their uniforms.

We can no longer wait for the cargo to pass over above.

We'll have to launch an attack on the ship itself.

Vishnu, I'm ready.

Okay.

-Let's go. -Where are you going?

I'm going to stay with you guys.

-Don't worry, man. We'll manage. -Absolutely.

Besides, now we've got these Pakistani uniforms.

We'll blend in and they'll never know.

You guys know what you have to do.

The HGN cargo will be in three separate consignments on the top deck.

All will have the "radioactive" symbol on them.

-Okay. -You guys haven't left yet?

No one from the ISI is out there now. Hurry up and get going.

-Let's move. -Be careful.

Come on.

Until we meet again.

Quick, let's go.

No. You get to the watchtower and guide them.

-I've got something I need to do. -What do you mean?

Clear. Move.

Hey!

-You two… -Yes, sir.

-What are you both doing together? -Patrolling, sir.

-The agency sent us. -Which officer's order was that?

Ghulam Sir's, sir.

Show me your ID.

-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.

Omar!

Yes, sir?

-Sir, it's Ghulam Sir on the line. -Ghulam?

Sir, I'm taking a team to the spot where the gunshot was heard.

-Update me. Update me right away! -Yes, sir.

They must've heard the gunshot.

-Get to the ship, quick! -Okay.

-Imaad! Rashid! -Go for Rashid, sir.

Deploy all your units to the ship.

Secure the ship right away.

-Move! Move! -Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. We're headed in that direction, sir.

Our unit…

Come on, let's go. Move, move, move! Follow me!

Damn it!

-Found it? -No.

Now what?

We won't be able to find it like this. We have to split up and search.

-You look over there. -Right, I'll check this side.

Uday! Raghuveer! This way.

We have to get out of here.

No! We have to hold them off at any cost.

Positions! Come on!

Over there!

Go!

Hey, you!

Cover me.

-Go! -Fire! Fire!

Uday!

Move ahead!

All clear, sir, you can come and check!

Come on. Quickly!

Motherfuckers!

The explosives have been defused, sir.

All enemy units have also been eliminated. We're good to go.

Prepare to unload the cargo.

-Get the crane into position, Omar. -Yes, sir.

Sukhbir? Come in, Sukhbir.

Sukhbir, come in Sukhbir.

Yes, Vishnu, go ahead.

Uday, Raghuveer, and Yasir have all been killed.

You get to the watchtower and guide them.

I've got something I need to do.

What do you mean?

I'm taking these leftover explosives and getting on a boat.

If these guys fail,

you give me the signal from the watchtower.

I swear to God,

I'll take the boat, the explosives, and ram the ship.

Don't be crazy, Sukhbir.

You're not to act without my orders.

What orders?

You've already set me free, Vishnu.

Now I'm not doing this for you, man!

I'm doing it for myself.

You think you're the only bloody patriot here?

Isn't it my country too?

I owe a debt to my motherland too, Vishnu.

And I have to repay it myself.

I'm off.

Vishnu…

if I don't make it back,

do tell my mother…

that Sukhbir was no coward.

He sacrificed himself for his country.

God be with you, my brother.

Stop! Don't come any closer!

Or we'll fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Sir, stop!

Let me know the moment you hear any news. Okay.

Vishnu?

The mission was a success,

but I was the only one who returned from it.

I knew that the names of Sukhbir and my three teammates

would never be recorded in history.

Vishnu?

No one would ever know that even though they stared death in the face,

they laid down their lives for their country.

This is what the life of a spy amounts to.

National security is not just a phrase to us.

It's our duty.

Every minute India spends in peace, without an attack or a threat,

is a victory for us.

Every mission ends with an invitation to the next.

Because for a spy,

the war never ends.

Let's go.

Subtitle translation by: Mohd. Faiz Abrar