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Sir.
Yes, Narang?
What the fuck!
Fuck!
It was me who tipped that fucking Ashwini Rao
that one of them must have infiltrated us
and the fucker put me on surveillance?
Sir, Rajesh, Kabir and Bala too were under surveillance.
What about that bastard RP? He's no saint.
Sir, these are what we got from your office.
Our men are in your house right now.
AC shaft, flower vase, landline, they are finding bugs everywhere.
Sir, this cannot be the only copy.
There is bound to be another copy
with the one who executed this unofficial surveillance.
There's only one person who can do it.
Max.
Find the bastard.
Sir.
- Check that room. - Yes, Sir.
You check over there.
Found him?
Let's go, let's go.
The bastard managed to escape.
Max. Max, stop.
Mahesh Ramachandran, ex surveillance RAW.
Employee code RT3389.
You have been conducting unofficial surveillance.
RP gave you the name Max.
I'm RP's friend, get in.
Nostalgia?
We thought we should bring you here.
It'll be a good change for you.
And of course, you'll get a chance to go down the memory lane.
Riyaaz, do you think,
you are the only one working for RAW?
We are only fucking here to get...
You thought we won't find this place?
You know your best friend Rajesh was under surveillance?
On Ashwini Sir's orders.
So, you still have a small lifeline left.
Phone a friend.
Max.
Why Zorawar, isn't Max your best friend?
He isn't taking your calls anymore?
Why do I have a feeling that you are more interested
in knowing about yourself than about Rajesh from Max.
Forensics has traced back the source of the blast to a hard disk,
which was in your best friend Rajesh's bag.
Just telling you.
What?
That's not possible.
You think I care a flying fuck whether you believe me or not?
You think I'll put my faith in you instead of Rajesh?
Of course.
Because I know, you purposely gave him this task.
He must have thought,
"He saved me in Pakistan, it's the least I can do for him."
You need to call Ajay Bakshi right now.
What the fuck... Are you for real?
We have you in our custody and...
You think you are in a position to make deal with us?
Are you fucking mad?
Make that call.
Make that call.
Max?
RP.
Meet you.
See you.
Sir, we won't be able to trace the call.
He must have disposed off the SIM card.
Fucking ass...
Sir, I thought you work for RAW.
I'm sure you can figure out.
Don't you fucking... just don't. Take him away.
It feels so nice, doesn't it?
We made the right choice by coming here.
Mr. and Mrs. Sinha. We have a booking.
Just a sec.
Non smoking room.
Yes. Yes, Sir.
- Can I have your IDs please? - Please.
Here.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Okay, Sir.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
- These are your keys. - Thank you.
- Come. - Let's go.
Yes, Sir.
Narang, I want Max alive, even if this means compromising RP.
Got it?
Yes, Sir.
Couldn't you find any other fucking place to meet?
I don't like Chinese.
How are you doing, Sir?
How are you, Gajju?
- Good, Sir. - Two by four tom yum.
Yes, Sir.
- Chicken fried rice and Manchurian. - Right, Sir.
Hey, hello. We'll order our own food.
But you don't like Chinese.
Excuse me, where's the washroom?
- Over there, Sir. - Already feeling the pressure, huh?
Deepak, keep an eye on him.
Otherwise, do what Zorawar asked you to do.
If you have the balls that is.
Want me to order something else?
It's alright, guys.
Keep calm and enjoy your food.
Shit!
Bastard doesn't like Chinese.
Gajju.
So you are saying inconsequential to Zaheer's death,
this attack was on their radar?
Hmm.
Who apart from us knew that this office is a unit of RAW?
What?
Your words remind me of the story of a kid
who'd sleep under a blanket whenever scared.
He thought,
if he can't see the ghost then the ghost can't see him either.
I think we should meet more often.
I like hanging out with you.
For those who always have their lives on line,
meet often is just an ambition not a desire they can't afford.
Amazing.
Well said.
Why Mr. Bakshi, you thought I won't show up for the feast?
How about some privacy?
She can leave if she wants to.
I am here only to talk to you.
She is one of us, she'll understand.
Right?
It doesn't mention two people.
I know what happened to Ashwini.
Where is Riyaaz?
I don't know what you are talking about.
Well, I am no poet so I tend to fall short of words.
Seems like I'll have to use the methods I know best.
You are talking to a diplomat.
Don't insult yourself.
You are much more than a diplomat.
Then don't waste your evening expecting something from me.
Ask the friend you are trying to save.
The rank of the person in front of me doesn't matter.
The broken ribs and diabetes that he suffers from are a gift from me.
And what about the return gift he gave you, did you see it?
I mean partially see it?
Sir!
Long time no see.
What have you done to yourself? All good?
Being in Delhi?
Iqbal.
Deliver two seekh parathas and saalan on table number three.
Get going. Make it quick. Hurry.
You look like shit.
Didn't want you to feel left out, buddy.
So?
Zorawar was on Ashwini Sir's list.
At the hall of fame position.
Hmm.
Found anything on him?
Can't say whether he was involved or not,
but a murder took place,
and I am the only witness.
Who did it?
Kader Kazi.
What the fuck, Narang?
That girl slipped off your hands.
You couldn't catch neither Max nor RP.
Give me one fucking good reason, why I should work with you?
Don't give me that look, asshole.
Get your fucking act together.
Find all three of them, otherwise, I swear to God,
no one will be able to find you.
Now fuck off.
Fuck off.
Fuck off!
Sir.
Mr. Narang?
Yes.
Garima here.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, Ma'am?
Do you have anyone around you?
No, Ma'am.
Why?
Okay.
Please be honest with me.
Is there a suspicion on my husband?
No, but...
Then why were we under surveillance?
On Ashwini Sir's orders.
It was unofficial, Ma'am.
Don't worry.
Okay but what did he suspect?
Ma'am, only Ashwini Sir would know that.
But it was not just on Zorawar Sir.
It was on five people including Zorawar Sir, Rajesh and Bala.
What... Rajesh?
Ma'am?
And... Ananya's death?
It was a suicide, Ma'am.
Okay. Um..
Are you all right, Ma'am?
Yes, my brain doesn't seem to be working.
Please don't tell my husband about this conversation.
Sure, Ma'am.
Thank you.
You were very confident about your training.
You had complete faith in your delegate.
So what happened?
Your bird has only been flapping wings since it took flight.
Can it even do anything else?
Sir, a hawk doesn't flap wings.
It patiently waits for the right time to strike.
Your arrogance will be the cause for your downfall one day.
I have intel from India.
They are hot on trail.
They won't spare that person.
Wars are usually lost
when the regime trusts rumours more than its soldiers.
Check... and mate.
Be patient.
Time is favouring us.
Yeah?
Can we leave?
Yes, I have taken the permission.
I'll meet you in the parking, okay?
Okay, see you there.
- Hi. - Oh, hi.
How are you?
Good.
Over here.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
Thank god, you're safe.
I have many questions in my mind,
but for the time being I just want you to answer one.
Yes?
RP has sent us.
You'll need to come with us.
RP, they're gonna kill me. they're gonna kill me.
Divya, your voice... hello?
Like you'd said,
I should contact Max if I ever find myself in trouble.
Divya, was it him?
Yes.
Bastard.
This laptop is untraceable.
A regular contact of mine gave it to me.
Now check this out.
Zoom in.
Like you can recognize Tariq in any disguise, I can recognize Kazi.
You two have some history?
He's responsible for me leaving RAW.
Not Kazi, Zorawar.
Zorawar made a mistake in Kazi's failed encounter
but he blamed Max for it.
Kazi being back in the city and Hamid's last words...
'What's about to happen isn't dependent on my survival.'
'It will happen anyway.'
'You won't be able to do anything about it.'
They are definitely connected.
How is that possible?
Kazi was in Pul-e-charkhi Jail when Hamid died.
For all we know,
he escaped prison because of Hamid's death.
You mean Hamid's death was a signal?
Hmm.
If Kazi is already in the city
then he must've activated all his sleeper cells by now,
and must be waiting to strike big.
But why did he kill Ananya?
Unless Zorawar is a traitor.
What?
Then, the failed Kazi encounter, that also makes sense.
I didn't find anything directly against Zorawar during the surveillance.
We must have missed something, Max.
Even if we haven't,
all these years of training makes us even suspect ourselves.
Can't find what you're looking for?
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