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Get a doctor! Please!

Somebody, help me, please!

Mansi! Mansi!

Mansi, are you alright?

Mansi!

Mansi, are you alright? Mansi...

I'm fine! Get off me!

-Phone! Phone! -Here it is.

Enough, man!

-Mallika-- Mallika! -Hello?

-Hello, Mansi? -Yeah.

-Mansi, are you alright? -Yeah, I'm fine, dude!

Why does everybody keep asking me that?

-Mansi, you stupid, stupid girl! -The live feed?

You cannot risk your life like this for news, do you understand me?

Please relax. Please relax!

I'm getting you the goddamn pictures! How long will it take?

-Say you understand me! -Ten minutes.

You'll get it in five minutes.

-What? -Yeah, just hold on, please.

Oh, you have some useful footage? Excellent!

-Very good! -Hold on. Hold on.

This is exactly why I came to this city. To die!

-I'm a bloody journalist, mental! -What?

That's my password. Mental.

Prasad, what the hell are you doing?

Do you understand what's happening? Get a grip!

The city is under a f*****g terror--

Make it bold! Make it sexy! Make it--

Just get off!

Mansi. Mansi. Hello?

Yes! Download the file. She's sent it.

What are you doing? Get the footage! Get it!

Mallika...

it's a bloody war!

Can...

Can someone connect me to the...

freaking PMO?

Sir, the chief minister of Maharashtra is on the line.

Hail India!

I've had enough of your excuses! How long should I wait?

The bloody media is broadcasting all the information you were supposed to get me!

A common man watching the news has more information than we do.

Do you understand?

SHOOTOUT OUTSIDE METRO CINEMA TERRORISTS HAVE FLED THE LOCATION

Come on. Get out!

Come on. Be quick!

Go on. Get lost.

Sir…

I'm in the same jeep.

Constable…

Kamble here.

They've dumped the jeep.

They're getting into a Skoda Laura now.

Silver color.

They're taking a U-turn at Girgaon Chowpatty.

Buggers!

Take your positions!

Get in position! Now!

That's the car!

Silver Skoda!

Damn! Police! Police!

Turn around! Turn around!

Stop them!

How do I stop these bloody wipers?

Forget it!

Let's go!

Fire!

Stop! Stop!

Stop firing.

Come on.

Stop! Stop!

Stop firing.

Somebody get me an ambulance!

What the hell are you waiting for? Get me a bloody ambulance!

Very disturbing images are coming in from CST,

Leopold, Metro Cinema Junction and the Palace Hotel.

The police sources are calling the attack a war on the country.

The injured are being rushed to different hospitals.

At this point, we still don't have clarity on the identity of these terrorists,

or where they have come from.

-Get the leads! -Doctor!

That's Inspector Mayank. He's in charge of this hospital.

Check his vitals.

-Prep the patient. -Yes, sir.

-Sujata... -Yes?

you'll have to remove the shrapnel and do a debridement.

-Yes, sir. -Call for help.

-No, I'm-- -Hey! You! Come here.

-Come over here. -Yes, sir?

-Ahaan, right? -Yes, sir.

Help her.

Alright.

I'll help you only if you ask me to.

I'll act like I'm helping you till you need me. Okay?

Start the debridement.

I'll prep for the dressing.

Okay.

Give me some space.

How are we doing?

-Forceps, please. -Yeah.

Here.

Gauze. Thank you.

There are some deep ones. Easy.

Sir! He's still bleeding, sir.

-So, keep some pressure on, guys! -Yes.

He's having trouble breathing, sir!

He's tachypneic.

Oh, f**k, no! He's got an air embolism.

There's a chance of an embolic stroke.

Give me 0.5 ml of adrenaline shot. Quick! Nurse!

Lift him up, Ahaan.

Slowly.

Nurse! 0.5 ml adrenaline shot! Quick!

Yes, sir.

Okay, put him down now.

Put him down.

-Ahaan... -Yeah?

Perfect. Stabilized.

Okay, he's better.

Do his dressing.

Move him to the ICU.

-I'll do it. -Call for a ward boy.

You're doing a good job.

I thought you won't be able to work after seeing the nurse's dead body.

Please answer my prayers, Allah.

Grant her a place in heaven.

Come in.

Let me go!

Don't you dare touch me.

What will you do?

Kill me as well?

Go on. Do it!

You--

-I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to-- -Hey!

Stay away from me! You...

murderer.

Stay away or they'll find your body in the morgue.

Do your damn job.

Stop fooling around.

TERROR CONTINUES TO SPREAD ACROSS MUMBAI

Everything okay?

None of this is okay.

I hope she was able to talk to her parents.

Don't you remember?

Her father was supposed to be felicitated at...

Palace Hotel.

Oh, shit!

I completely forgot about it.

So scary.

Parekh.

I'm so sorry. I'll just get back to work.

No. No. Listen...

I'm sorry.

I forgot your parents are at the Palace Hotel.

You can use my office to make the call.

Do that.

The number you're trying to call is not reachable.

The number you're trying to call is not--

The customer you're calling is not available.

All okay?

Be careful, auntie.

Check with Shireen at the exit.

Hey, please go check on the alcohol.

It's the last thing we want running out.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Parekh?

May I help you with something?

Yes, actually...

there's no toilet paper in the bathroom.

I'll arrange some, immediately.

Thank you.

Also...

I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry...

on behalf of my husband, for earlier.

We--

We just panicked and...

I--

Thank you.

-Be careful, man. -Sorry.

You're trying to do your best.

We'll try harder, Mrs. Parekh.

We will get you all out of here safely, I promise.

I hope so.

Come in, Ananya.

-Excuse me. -Sure.

A glass of water, please.

Rudro!

All the guests are worried.

Can you give me some updates, please?

I don't know what to tell you.

It's been fifteen minutes of radio silence.

What are the cops doing?

Are they being able to handle the situation?

Ananya, I want to say yes. But believe me...

it's going to get worse before it gets better.

As you can see, the city of Mumbai is stunned.

There's shock and there's fear.

It's burning! Pan!

There are fire alarms!

-There's a fire somewhere, Pranabh. -I don't know.

-I don't know, but there's a fire. Wait. -I know, but where?

-I don't know what she's doing. -I'm getting nervous, Pranabh.

Aryan, get the fire extinguishers! Quick!

-Just wait one second. -Move those chairs.

Get me the wet towels!

Put them at the edges.

Yeah, take some more. Take some more.

Take some to that door!

How many?

Sir, there are around...

350 hostages or more...

at the Palace Hotel and around 200 at the Trident.

Sir, the CIA has told our intelligence that...

their handlers are from Pakistan.

"The handlers are from Pakistan."

Is that news to you?

That's all we've been hearing for the past 60 years.

Can we have some credible intelligence?

I want a report in the next one hour.

The intercostal vessel is injured, Sujata.

High chance of hemorrhage.

Make sure he's under observation all the time.

Nurse Cherian told me that the ICU's full.

She says we'll have to keep him here. So, I--

Well, if that's what Nurse Cherian says...

I'm just a visiting doctor.

-Okay? -Yeah, yes, doctor.

Inspector.

Inspector...

Please don't move, Inspector!

Please! Don't take it off!

Get this off me!

Please don't move.

You're in Bombay General Hospital.

You've major injuries on your chest.

Please, stay calm.

Please... don't move.

Who are you?

Have I met you before?

We met this morning.

It's my first day.

First day?

What a great day to start your career!

I don't know what to say.

But all I know is...

I won't see a day worse than my first.

What's your name?

Dr. Sujata!

You're really lucky.

The shrapnel didn't get to the spine. Otherwise...

it could have done some serious damage.

Paralysis or even brain damage.

The shrapnel doesn't bother me.

You know your boss, Dr. Kaushik?

He damages my brain every day.

Let me know in case you need anything.

And please don't move.

-Oh, hi. -Hi.

Shit!

Crazy day, huh?

I can't imagine what you must be going through right now.

I have no clue what I'm going through.

Whenever I see a dead body, I just hope, I just...

I just pray that it's not Mom or it's not--

Hey! Hey!

That's not going to happen.

Why don't you go take a break?

Get some coffee. Get some fresh air.

No chance!

Dr. Kaushik already thinks I'm this entitled brat!

I-- I can't--

But, anyway, thanks!

I'll just go and check on a case of mine.

Listen.

Don't let him get to you like that.

When things heat up...

he gets a little stressed himself.

"I want everything okay!" types.

But he's just trying not to break down himself.

His wife works at Palace Hotel.

What? Are you serious?

F&B department.

I didn't know. Is she fine?

But that's how Kaushik is.

People know "Dr. Kaushik the genius doctor"

but nobody knows the real Kaushik Oberoi.

The world might blow up to hell but...

he'll just shrug it off like everything's fine and focus back on work.

Did you manage to call your parents?

Yeah, but the line was disconnected.

So, I just couldn't get through to her again.

Don't worry. They'll be fine.

Let's check your hypoxic case. Come.

-I told you. -Yeah, got it.

Happy birthday to you!

-Happy birthday to you! -Happy birthday to you!

-Happy birthday, dear Sahil! -Happy birthday, dear Sahil!

Ready?

Yeah!

Thank you! Thank you!

Come, darling!

Give me a second, yeah?

Thank you, guys. Have fun!

Can you please get your head out of your phone?

Thank you.

Had your husband been here on time...

he would have broken a long-standing tradition.

But your best friend tries his best every year...

to attend your birthday party.

But he'll be here this time.

It's my 40th!

Happy birthday!

Whoa! Ananya! Slow down!

You're a lightweight. Drink like a lightweight.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Yeah, but you look like you haven't slept for a year!

Hey!

I made such an effort to look nice for your fancy party!

No. No. You look fantastic.

That's not what I meant.

What I meant is…

are you and Kaushik...

fighting over all those old issues again?

Look, Ananya...

Kaushik has always been like this.

We have always known this.

He's not easy to tolerate.

It's not easy to live with a man like this.

But divorce is not the solution!

My head is spinning, Sahil!

I'm constantly thinking about something.

Was he right?

Was he wrong?

I'm stuck in a loop. I just--

I feel like…

-I'm just falling apart. -Why don't you two try

going and meeting a counselor?

Maybe, he could help.

You?

Of course, I'm here for you. But I'm not a specialized counselor.

I mean, I can't--

Can you prescribe some pills?

Sleeping pills?

That you can get over the counter.

Those don't work on me, Sahil!

Please.

I mean, if I could get some rest...

I could start seeing things clearly.

Maybe Kaushik can prescribe the--

And what do I tell Kaushik?

"You've made my life a living hell.

We don't see each other during the day, anyway.

Why don't you prescribe me some sleeping pills for the night?"

Come on, Sahil!

Okay, I know that's silly. But...

I don't know what to say.

Then don't pretend like you want to help!

Hey! Hey! Relax!

Thank God! The patient inflow is decreasing.

But this isn't over yet.

The casualties have stopped because they're...

trapped inside the Palace Hotel.

Did you talk to Ananya?

No.

Don't worry.

I'll try and call her.

We'll get in touch with her.

Kaushik...

do you remember my last birthday?

You couldn't be there.

-Ananya was there. -Kaushik!

The ATS team!

ATS Chief and his team were involved in a shootout.

They are being brought here.

Prep the OTs!

Whichever is available!

Put them on standby!

Come on!

Vidya!

Cherian!

Come! Everybody pay attention!

We need-- We need beds!

-Beds-- How many people are coming? -The whole team!

-Five people! -Okay.

Vacate the ER. We need beds.

Parekh!

Move your hypoxia patient to the ICU!

-Mirza! -Yes, sir?

You and Ajawale move Bhat immediately!

What the hell! Get lost!

Don't you dare touch me!

Hey! Kaushik!

Tell her to stay away from me!

You okay?

-I was just checking his dressing. -Shut up!

Bhat!

What are you doing?

You want to get me treated by this third-class doctor?

I would rather die than let her touch me!

Get me a qualified and competent doctor!

BP 100/70.

Breathing pattern is normal as of now.

Give him a shot of anti-biotics and TT.

And please change the dressing.

-Stop right there! -Yes, alright! Alright!

Yes, I'm outside Bombay General Hospital.

And my source says--

F**k off! I was here first!

God, no, Mallika! Not you, man!

The OB van has been damaged. Sachin is getting his car.

There's an ambulance here.

I'm guessing they must be some injured police officers.

Look! What the hell!

-Ma'am! Stop! -What are you doing?

-Ma'am, please stop! -Where are you going?

Hey! Lock the gate!

Hey! Lock the gates!

Cherian! You know what to do!

Get out! Clear the path!

-Inspector! -Yes?

Who the hell is he?

He's a terrorist.

Why didn't you inform me?

I am informing you. One's alive and the other is dying.

-Shirke! -Sir?

Keep an eye on him! Don't let him out of your sight!

Get up, idiot!

Go on! Move!

Sir! Sir!

Sir! He's fading, sir! We don't have time!

Take him to the ER immediately!

Sir, please get out of the way! Please wait outside!

Dr. Subramaniam is waiting for you. Be careful.

Ten, eleven, twelve...

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

-Get me epinephrine! -Yes, Doctor.

There's a high chance of hypovolemic shock!

We need to stop the bleeding. Prepare everything for a transfusion!

-Hurry up! -Set up an immediate blood transfusion!

-He's lost a lot of blood. -Yes, doctor.

Someone, quickly get me--

Do you know Sanjay Savarkar's blood group?

No, sir.

Oh, for f**k's sake!

-Get his blood crossmatched! -Don't touch him, okay?

-Yes, doctor. -Nobody touches him.

Doctor!

I can't find a pulse!

-He's BP is also not recordable! -F**k!

Get me a torch!

He's gone!

Time of death, 12:04 a.m.

Doctor!

Doctor, his blood group is A-positive.

Why aren't you taking Mr. Kelkar to the OT?

We will take him but we'll have to stabilize him first.

Please don't interfere. Let me do my job.

Cherian, I need an OT. Is the OT ready?

-Yes, yes, finding out! -F**k!

Prepare everything for an abdominal ultrasound. Hurry up.

Come this way. Come fast.

He seems stable.

Some cuts and gashes.

I think we need to do a debridement.

Just a minute. Calm down! Calm down.

He's not responding.

But he's constantly repeating this.

What is he saying, Urdu?

-I don't know. -Arabic.

He seeks forgiveness,

acceptance of his prayers,

and punishment.

For He is the only protector.

And only He can grant you salvation.

Okay. Ahaan, you come with me. I need you here.

Come. Come on! I need you. Come on.

Sir, the OT is ready!

Forget the OT, it's too late!

There's an open wound in the abdomen. We need to do it now!

-But we can't do the procedure here! -I said, screw the OT!

We'll have to do it now! We don't have an option!

Scalpel!

Sir, why don't you understand?

I can't let you do this here!

Sir, she's right. This is an ER and not an OT!

Sir, we'll just need two minutes!

-What the f**k is going on? -Sir--

What are you-- What the hell are you doing, Kaushik?

-Please! -Sir!

Why isn't he taking him to an OT?

We just got the OT cleared, Inspector! Why don't you understand?

Kaushik, what are you doing, man?

I know what I am doing!

We need to stop the bleeding!

Move!

Move! Get me the defib! Hurry up!

Move! Clear the area! Move!

One, two, three, four, five, six...

seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

Sir!

One, two, three, four, five.

Move!

Shit!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three, four, five.

Time of death...

12:15 a.m.

Yes, sir. I was present.

Okay, sir.

Yes, the media is out here as well.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Cherian...

make sure everyone understands this.

Everything that happened in the ER,

it cannot go out of this hospital.

Only the police...

will talk to the media.

Yes?

Sir, one terrorist is stable.

Some stitches and some dressing. That's it.

The other one is critical, sir.

The internal bleeding has caused a subarachnoid hemorrhage.

The vacant OT bed, I could take him there.

-Yes, take him there. -Great.

Why?

Why are you doing it?

Doing what?

Do you know what they've done?

Morons!

Rane! Kadam! Come on!

Clear the area! Come on! Ma'am! Please move!

Come on! Move! Don't touch the patient!

-Come on! -Sir, excuse me, sir!

-Excuse me! -What?

What are you doing? We need to operate.

Otherwise, we won't be able to save him!

The guy who should've been saved is dead.

Mr. Kelkar, the Chief of ATS!

Why didn't you save him?

With due respect, sir, we tried our best to save him...

but we were too late.

I'm sorry.

Well, you're late to save this guy as well.

Doesn't work like that, sir. Please, let me go.

Guys, do the--

Didn't you hear me? I won't let you do the operation!

I'm sorry.

I need three volunteers. We need to send him to the OT.

Check the pupils, BP, pulse, remove the leads.

Come on, guys! We don't have much time!

And it has--

F**k.