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[gate opening]

Salaam, sir.

How are you doing, uncle?

All good. Thanks to you.

Sir, I heard your platoon is moving elsewhere.

Yes, uncle.

It must be difficult, right?

Every two years, a new destination.

Mister, we are not here for fun.

So, tonight is your last night here?

What's the matter, uncle?

You seem to be in a very curious mood today.

No. I was just casually asking.

Who are these two?

I haven't seen them around before.

They are my wife's relatives from Srinagar.

After all, how much more grass can these old hands cut...

Okay. Show me their ID.

Yes. Boys, show him your ID.

Check them.

- Go. Go on. - Okay, Sir.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

[Title Montage]

Start from here.

Come this way.

Hello, Sir. All okay?

Hello, Sir.

[Pankaj] 'Good morning, sir.'

That b*****d's video.

How did you let it go on-air?

Sir, I am not sure.

Actually, it just somehow slipped through the cracks.

Namrata hadn't informed me.

Do you expect me to believe that?

Your ratings must be off the roof.

By broadcasting a terrorist like Abu Hafeez on prime time...

...you have given him an audience of millions for free.

They use such interviews for recruitment.

And that Namrata Joshi.

She must be thinking, "Wow, this is real journalism".

Sir, I'll have a word with her as soon as I go back to the office.

Remove the video.

I'll have it removed as soon as I reach office.

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

And...

Put a leash on her.

Yes, sir.

This better be good. I am the chief guest here.

I know, sir, but this is very important.

Can we just...

Come. Please, come.

[Manipuri song playing]

What is this?

It's an email from the US Defence Secretary.

Our joint army exercises have been postponed.

What nonsense is this?

These are tactics to pressurise us before the SAARC Summit, sir.

Anyway, they're not happy about our new-found friendship with China.

That Senator Dalton's bill will have this effect...

...I was not sure.

This is not good news for us.

Any reaction from Beijing?

It's a win-win situation for Beijing.

On one hand, they're offering us friendship...

...and on the other hand, they're providing infrastructure...

...for the economic corridor with Pakistan.

And...

Before the SAARC Summit...

...the Amnesty report is going to be released.

And as usual, our Kashmir policies...

...are on top of the chart.

Come on, Satish!

The Amnesty Reports have always been against us.

Sir, the reports getting published...

...and Joint Defence exercises getting postponed...

...is bad optics.

In a few days, Sunita ji is going to New York...

...to attend the General Assembly.

We should prep her.

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

I don't get it.

It's the biggest news of the year...

...and you've taken it down.

I will decide how big a story is and how much airtime it deserves.

Anything else?

I'm going to Srinagar.

Really? Why?

The ADGPI has finally accepted our request.

We'll get a statement from the Army Chief.

Knowing you, meeting the Army Chief can't be your only reason, right?

Anyway, have a good trip and be careful.

[helicopter whirring]

[cheers]

Bhairon Singh ji, Sood sa'ab looks very happy today.

[Bhairon] 'Isn't it obvious, Sir?'

After yesterday's encounter, he's sure to get a Sena Medal.

Not sure about the medal...

...but the regiment will surely get a citation.

Killing 55 terrorists within 2 years.

Can the Bihar regiment do this?

[laughs]

Our...

Our counting begins at 100, Sir.

Well played, Bhairon Singh. Well played.

Well played.

It's been two months since we've had a grand dinner.

Yes, it's going to be fun.

People from both platoons will be together this time.

- Yeah. - Did your leave get sanctioned?

[Maj. Sood] 'Ball... ball...'

Saved by a whisker!

Pass the ball.

It's not going to burst, throw it.

[Gen. Arun] 'The credit for this blood donation camp...'

...goes to GOC-in-C Balbir Singh and his officers.

We are grateful to the Srinagar District Magistrate and his team...

...because of whom this camp has been organized.

Namrata Joshi, when we had met last...

...you were a junior correspondent.

And today, a senior news reporter.

How come you are here and not on prime time today?

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Sir, the ADGPI rejected me from taking your interview in Delhi many times.

So, I thought that, let me catch you in Srinagar.

There was a time...

...when we used to hear the news on TV.

But nowadays, there's only breaking news.

I think you're talking about Abu Hafeez.

I don't think there is anyone in this country...

...who did not listen to that terrorist's statement.

[phone vibrating]

Anyway, you got what you wanted.

I was just doing my job, sir.

Anyway, the Army hardly ever issues a statement.

Every profession has its restrictions.

You gave these people a platform...

...because of which everyone heard them.

But the reaction to that...

...can be heard not in news studios, but throughout Kashmir.

That is why I have come to you.

To give you a platform. To hear your voice.

Ms. Joshi...

...my training has only taught me how to terminate my country's enemies.

Your channel will get a lot of voices...

...to fill your prime time slot.

But my platform is the battlefront.

And I only know how to kill the enemy for my country.

Good day.

[engine revving]

-[Namrata] 'Yeah, Sarthak.' - One text.

One text is all it takes, Namrata.

I'm sorry.

It was a sudden trip actually.

Since my interview went off-air because of your boss's instruction...

...this trip is a reaction to that.

We won't talk about work, remember?

I know the golden rule.

[Sarthak] 'When are you coming back?'

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

I don't know, Sarthak.

Do you always know where your boss is sending you and why?

And do you always know when you will be back? Do you know that?

[Sarthak] 'Fine.'

I'm thinking of going downstairs and getting drunk.

Not a bad idea.

Maybe you'll find someone.

[Namrata] 'After all, a government officer is a prize catch.'

Was that a compliment?

I love you.

That's the problem. I love you, too.

[knock on the door]

[door opening]

- Hello. - Hello.

Is Fakruddin ji at home?

- I am... - Namrata.

- Yes. - He has gone out.

But he'll be back any time now. Please come inside.

- Okay. - Oh, no.

You don't have to remove your slippers.

Please come inside.

- He keeps talking about you. - Really? How sweet.

- When did you arrive? - Uh, I arrived today.

- Is everything okay? - Yes, all good.

- Please sit. I shall get tea. - Okay. Thank you.

Hello.

- How are you, Namrata? - I'm fine. How about you?

- Please sit. - Thank you.

When did you arrive?

- This morning. - Oh, God.

Sorry. I couldn't come earlier.

No problem.

You are no longer an ordinary journalist. You are a celebrity now.

No, no.

I am still who I was six years ago.

- A journalist. - Always in search of a story.

Correct.

But two years back, you left my side.

How are you?

How would a father be after losing two young sons?

I still feel...

...that they are roaming outside...

...hiding and having fun in the curfew.

But they must be returning home.

They don't return.

I had never thought...

...that the kind of stories I used to search for with my camera team in Kashmir...

...Feroz and Bilal would turn into one of those stories.

After their death...

...it's as if time itself has stopped.

Time never stops.

And as you would always say...

..."If we have to change the situation..."

"...then the honest people must step out of the shadows."

Words I once spoke sound alien to me now.

I hope your people don't seem alien to you.

By the way...

...how are Imaad and Fariq doing?

- My informers? - Are you in touch with them?

I haven't spoken to them for almost a year and a half.

Do you want to create your network in Kashmir?

I want to work with you in Kashmir.

But I don't think you want that.

Oh, when did you come?

- Just now. - Tea. - Thank you.

- Would you like to have some tea? - Hmm.

I'm very disturbed by one thing that Abu Hafeez said.

I can see a story.

I'm thinking of collecting some on-ground information.

I have forwarded you Imaad and Fariq's number.

Tell them that I asked you to talk to them.

Kashmiris don't trust outsiders so easily.

Firstly, the observation tower.

It is very important to silence the sentry posted there.

Sir, we have completed the recce.

We will finalise the plan in the next two days...

...and then attack.

Anyway, they have a big feast tonight...

...for two regiments.

Their army will be double in number.

Fools!

The big feast is today.

Two platoons are present together...

...and you are planning on attacking them after two days?

- Sir, without preparation.. - With Allah's blessings...

...the attack will happen tonight itself.

Two platoons are together.

Destroy both of them...

We won't get such an opportunity again.

Allah is with you.

Bye.

Bye.

Throw a grenade there...

We have got orders.

We will attack tonight.

We don't have much time. Get ready.

[Munir singing]

[applause]

[Soldier1] 'That was our very own Munir.'

I think I should leave.

Boys, I think I should leave...

...otherwise, the boys won't be able to unwind.

- Okay, sir. - You guys enjoy yourselves, hmm.

Right, sir.

[Soldier1] 'Thank you, Colonel, for your presence...'

...and giving us your valuable time. Thank you very much.

I would like to invite on stage...

...a very good singer, Major Sood.

A big round of applause for Major Sood.

[applause]

Sir.

- Huh. - Sir, we have a small request.

- The song that you sing on the phone for madam... - Hey, you!

- Madam? - Oh man... this...

Can you keep a secret or not?

- It is everybody's request. - Oh, shut up, man... Everybody's request, it seems!

So, should I sing it?

Okay.

♪When I saw this girl I felt like♪

♪Like a blooming rose♪

♪Like a poet's dream♪

♪Like a glowing ray of light♪

♪Like a deer in forest♪

♪Like a full moon night♪

♪Like a burning lamp In a temple♪

♪When I hear a tone-deaf person singing, I feel like♪

So out of tune, brother. Even the enemies have run away.

Put on the music.

- Let's dance. Come on. - Okay. Come on, boys.

["Badan Pe Sitare Lapete Huye" playing]

- Okay, boys. Enjoy. - Boys, goodnight.

Enjoy yourself.

- I am tired. - Already?

Okay, show me the photo.

I really look good.

- Blowing your own trumpet? - Of course. Just look at this.

- Have you ever seen such a handsome guy? - Right.

Oh, boy.

Dude, that's so cute. Who is this?

Angel. My daughter.

Are you sure she's yours?

Hundred percent.

- How do you know? - Scoundrel.

How do I know?

You are incorrigible.

Let's sit here.

Open-air.

But honestly, she's very cute.

- Thanks. - Seeing her is stirring up paternal feelings in me.

Then let me introduce you to Niharika's friends.

I said paternal feelings, not marital feelings.

Which new girl was that old song for?

Which girl?

♪When I saw a girl...♪

Oh, God.

There was someone.

Already past tense?

Distance fucked it up.

Apparently, to maintain a relationship...

...you have to stay together.

Who knew?

Someone should ask me.

I couldn't even see my first child being born.

Sometimes I feel a corporate job is best.

AC office. Go home after work.

Spend time with the family and then go to sleep peacefully.

No?

One week.

You would get bored of it in a week.

Imagine.

The way you partied in NDA for the last three years...

Yes.

Would you have done that in a corporate job?

- Party? - Obviously.

PT at 4 a.m.

Patrolling at night.

Where will you get such a life?

You get married, then we'll talk.

Should I get married?

Before your body goes weak, get married.

Hey. All is working well here.

- I'll leave. - Stay back for a while.

Oh, no. I am thinking I'll leave tonight.

- Where? - Poonch.

We have met after so many days.

- Let's have another drink. What do you say? - Well...

- What are you thinking? - Fine. Since you're forcing.

- That's like my boy. - Let's go.

[song playing]

[gunshot]

[glass shattering]

[Soldier 2] Who's there?

Bilawal.

[gunshots]

[grenade blast]

[bullets firing]

[grenade blasts]

Adil, Ali, Moin.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. From the front.

Moin.

[grenade blast]

Inform headquarters that we are under attack. Come on, quickly.

[blast]

[shrieking]

[Wahaab] 'They've thrown many grenades, sir.'

Will our boys come back?

Who would want to come back from heaven, Wahaab?

- Our men are inside. - Are you okay?

Yes.

You do one thing. Take care of the things inside.

I'll take care of the LMG. Go.

Sheikh.

Sheikh.

Out of the way!

[gunshots]

[grenade blast]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[groans]

Saved by a whisker! Pass the ball.

It's not going to burst, throw it.

[Theme Music Playing]