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Approaching crash site.

Prepare for landing.

I'm going down, I'm going down!

I can't pull up, I can't pull up!

I repeat, I can't pull up!

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

This aircraft deal has been highly politicised as it is.

On top of that, we signed a deal for 100 new aircrafts.

The government's reputation is at stake, Milind.

I spoke to the Chief of Air staff myself.

The inquiry board is already on its way to the Hawks base.

I promise you

we will get to the root of it.

I want the inquiry board reports delivered straight to my table.

Yes, sir.

I want to know what kind of an operation GC Ranjan is running.

And till then...

put the Hawks programme on hold.

Damn it.

So...

you are Ms. Roma?

I've heard so much about you.

And today I get to meet you as well.

Shekhar isn't around?

What is Gen. Riaz planning, Sidhesh?

Gen. Riaz? I'm sorry, who is that?

I just know one Riaz and, oh, my goodness,

what incredible bowling he did in the quarter finals!

-Anything? -No, sir.

The way he'd knock over your stumps!

What were you doing at the Hyderabad missile control facility?

And in Bangalore? And Calcutta?

Stop.

Now do you remember who Gen. Riaz is? Huh?

What were you doing in all the three air defence systems?

What is Gen. Riaz's plan?

What are your future plans, Ms. Roma?

Will you yank my nails out?

Or electrocute me?

Or play heavy metal all night so I can't sleep?

Or will you kill my entire family and make me watch?

Huh? I...

But how will you do that one? I don't have a family!

Poor Ms. Roma's in a pickle now!

If only Shekhar was here...

If only!

He died a pig's death. That pig!

You should've seen his face!

That little piggy! The squealing piglet!

Why did you stop, Ms. Roma? Keep going.

Keep going! Hit me!

But I have already hit you in such a place

from which you will never be able to recover.

Are you listening, Milind Phanse?

You're listening, right?

Hey! Where'd Ms. Roma go? Ms. Roma!

I'll break him, sir, I promise I'll do it--

He isn't the type to break that easily.

We're running out of time.

Any news from Ahmed in POK?

He's tracked Riaz's courier travelling

back and forth to an abandoned compound.

He thinks that's where Riaz is operating from.

"He thinks" won't do.

The PM is very clear.

He needs proof.

Before he can plan any mission over there,

he needs proof.

Exact coordinates along with visual confirmation.

I repeat, exact coordinates along with visual confirmation.

Sir.

His name wasn't even there in the duty sheet.

So, why?

He had a point to prove.

Yeah, by crashing a plane.

After Avantika's P-check that day, he told me.

He thought there was a fault with the JT-18,

and he didn't want any other pilot...

Like Sahej.

Sorry, Avantika, to bring this up in front of you--

No, it's okay.

Actually, I gave him Sahej's logbook.

To somehow clear Sahej's name, I...

I put him in danger.

So when he almost missed crashing in the last two sorties,

he wasn't showboating?

And he still went on a sortie despite knowing all of this.

That, too, unsanctioned?

I mean, I can't believe this.

What kind of madness scrambles a man's brain like this?

Please keep me informed on his status.

Sir.

Sir, how's Vir? Can we see him?

He's hit his head.

It could be a concussion, so he's sedated for now.

Also,

ejections usually come with

the possible threat of spinal injury.

Let's see.

We'll know the exact situation after an MRI.

Avantika, about Sahej... What do you think?

You think it was a pilot error?

I've stopped thinking about that.

This is Sahej's logbook.

He recorded the minutest details here.

The two of us... We're not very different.

Yes, my child. Did you get the sweets?

You're on a secure line, Ahmed.

I have the building coordinates,

but I don't see Gen. Riaz in any of the photos.

Yes, madam, but where there is smoke, there is usually fire.

Suleman is one of Riaz's old informants.

Riaz is definitely in that building.

He can't possibly be anywhere else.

Even the ISI washed their hands off him.

We can't trust the ISI, you know this, Ahmed.

Riaz is definitely planning something big with them,

but, without visual confirmation, we can't move forward.

It's a huge risk, madam.

If we are too hasty, it might lay years of work to waste.

If we sit around waiting

for a solution to fall into our laps, there will be nothing left to save.

We have to figure out a way to get inside, Ahmed.

We're out of time, and you're our last hope.

Madam, the nation doesn't have such high hopes

even from Virat Kohli.

Anyway, let me try to figure it out.

Oh, be careful!

-Are you okay? -Thank you.

Damn this network!

Why is there no network?

Come on, come on.

Yes, there it is.

Now we can enjoy the sweets.

Gen. Riaz is right.

This nerve centre can access India's Vayu defence system.

Once their tracking radars are jammed,

they will not be able to stop an airborne attack.

I kept my promise, sir.

Now it's your turn.

Your words make sense, Riaz,

but this game is now or never.

To declare open war against India...

Is it even a war without an Air Force? Huh?

Once we blind their air defences,

our ships will attack their Air Force bases.

Adampur, Ambala, Pathankot, Faridabad...

With the Vayu missiles blind,

by the time they figure out what's even happening,

we'll have annihilated over half of their Air Force bases.

And then to retaliate, do you think India

will unleash its entire Army on us?

There will be no war, sir.

But you need to make your decision soon.

Hmm.

And your agent? What if he squeals?

Don't worry about Sidhesh.

He knows his place.

Sir.

Hmm.

Hey! What are you doing here?

-No, I was just-- -What are you doing with that mobile?

Tell me what you're doing here!

I was just looking for network...

I left the base for one day and...

How the hell did he get onto that plane?

Tell me!

Sir, HQ is calling.

Yes, sir?

Yes, sir. Okay, sir.

The inquiry board officers will be here tomorrow morning.

Great.

Just great.

Sir, you...

If you could just talk to him--

Talk to him about what?

What would I say?

The fault is mine.

I was the one who said, "Prove yourself.

"Stop making excuses."

Little did I know...

Sir... is there really something wrong with the plane?

That's for the inquiry board to find out.

You know what happens after such a high-profile plane crashes.

Then, sir, what about today's training?

-Cancel everything. -Sir...

Sir, the team was just starting to come together.

-A fist was just started to form-- -The fist is open now.

The PM has placed Project Hawks on hold.

Milind sir's orders. Keeping him in one place

for longer than a day is dangerous.

Make sure that car's in your rear view.

Stop, stop, stop!

These images are from Ahmed's laptop?

Yes, sir.

Is Riaz visible in any of the photographs?

No, sir.

When was the last time Ahmed was in contact?

This morning.

Sir, Roma had asked him to get images

from inside the safe house at any cost.

But he hasn't responded for two hours now.

Keep trying, okay?

Getting rid of Sidhesh can only mean

that Riaz's plan is in its last stage.

Ahmed is our only hope now.

The cervical vertebrae seems normal.

C6 and C7 look a bit compromised,

but you're lucky.

Your head injury is not that serious--

Doc, can you please call GC Ranjan?

I need to talk to him urgently.

How many times do I have to make the same request?

Come on, Viraj. Relax.

Any exertion isn't good for you. You know the drill.

Till the inquiry on the crash isn't done,

you've been grounded.

It's protocol, Viraj.

No meetings, not even unit members.

Okay, can I...

Can I at least make a phone call, please?

Not until the CMO signs on your progress.

Just relax, you need rest. Okay?

Yes, Karan.

Karan Agarwal, he's the procurement engineer.

Nobody is that busy!

Can you please convey to him that it's damn urgent?

Dev, Viraj.

Are you insane? Did you go to Kasol to die?

Buddy, once I'm back in Delhi,

you can kill me again.

But, for now, listen to me carefully.

Go to HQ and meet Air Commodore Vibhas.

Tell him I know exactly what the technical snags in the JT-18 are.

-What? -I know what the fault is.

One second, one second.

When the plane gets a rate at 22 degrees, it snags.

The moment I take the pitch up, the vectors go haywire.

Where'd I leave my phone...

Damn it.

Let me get this right.

So, you're saying that the international manufacturer

palmed off the faulty planes on us?

Bro, I hope you're right about this.

Otherwise, your career is destroyed.

Forget about my career.

Think about the pilots who will fly that plane.

Listen, don't call back on this number.

Why aren't you coming with us?

Child, it's just a matter of a few days.

Once training over here is done, Papa will come straight to you.

Promise?

Hmm...

Pinkie promise.

Okay, here is your favourite breakfast.

-Preeti made it. -I know.

I told her I didn't want to eat Papa's chocolate chip-less pancakes.

Take care of your grandma, okay?

And you take care of my best friend!

All right, Mom?

May God keep Viraj safe and healthy.

Don't you worry about him. He's going to be perfectly fine.

-Let's go? Time for your flight. -Okay, son.

So much attachment after just one meeting?

When life gives you such a pleasant surprise,

you shouldn't question it.

Listen...

After Viraj's crash, I don't know what my next orders will be.

I'll call you?

You go, be there for him, okay?

Uh...

If you need...

anything, then...

Windup Cafe is open 24/7.

-I'll see you. -See you.

Bye.

I've put out a red alert for Sarah.

Ahmed?

Offline for eight hours. No news from him at all.

The locations that Sidhesh breached,

did we find anything on those servers?

Not yet, sir, but listen to this.

The US Department of Defense

organises a hackathon every year.

Hackers from all over the world

try to penetrate their defence systems.

And this is where Stuxnet was invented.

Stuxnet coding was on a whole another level.

For months it remained dormant in the malware system,

and as soon as some specific conditions were met--

It started to access the nuclear centrifuge remotely.

-Yeah! -That's it.

-Ma'am, Ahmed is online. -Oh, thank God!

Steve, I know.

But, until the inquiry committee shares its first incidence report,

I can't tell you anything.

The Indian Air force has our full support, Karan.

Our reputation is at stake here.

Our team should be allowed to access the crash site.

Karan...

Air Commodore Vibhas isn't in his cabin.

He's gone to Kasol, to the crash site.

Viraj called.

And?

According to him, there's a manufacturing defect in the JT-18s.

Shit.

Steve, I'll have to call you back.

-It's the ISI chief himself. -Yes, sir.

According to the latest intel,

Sidhesh has installed a malware in our servers,

through which Riaz can access them from this nerve centre.

We can stop them from remotely accessing our system

by shutting our system down,

but that's exactly what Riaz wants.

Do you really think Pakistan would openly launch an air strike on us?

We can't take any chance.

If our Vayu system is disabled or compromised,

then, by the time we respond to any attack,

they would have inflicted significant damage

to any number of strategic sites.

We will have to be proactive.

Then what do you want, Mr. Milind? What should we do?

Should we launch a pre-emptive air strike like last time?

Balakot? Like Balakot?

What are our options?

Sir, if we want to consider a strike, we should do a recon mission first.

Any serious activity can raise alarms.

-I suggest-- -The Hawks.

No, Milind.

-Project Hawks is-- -Sir, let me say my piece.

We can issue a press release,

saying that the Project Hawks programme has been suspended.

This will give our enemy a sense of false victory,

and then we can fly.

Because of the JT-18 crash, our government is under media scrutiny.

We can take advantage of it.

And let the unit that was set up for this express purpose, do its job.

What a day.

This morning our unit was indefinitely suspended.

And before nightfall on the same day,

we are going on our first mission.

That too on foreign soil.

Riaz Ahmed. War veteran.

Ex-ISI.

And the mastermind behind the Sea Wave Resort attack.

He has somehow hacked into our Vayu systems

and, with the help of the ISI,

is planning air strikes at strategic locations on Indian soil.

Our main target.

His supposed nerve centre, in the middle of Rawalakot.

However, before we reach our target

and safely deliver our weapons,

we have to negotiate with their first lines of defence.

In these satellite images,

you can see their new SAMs and other fresh installations.

We do not know their payloads, ranges and frequencies yet.

And that is why our first mission will be an EW recon.

Avantika, Salim, you are detailed for this mission.

Sir.

You will first fly towards the target.

And then alter your course perpendicular to your initial track.

As your radars pipe up,

your EW pods will pick up all parameters of enemy weaponry.

You will not cross the international border under any circumstances.

Roger that.

We will be using the MIGs for this recon.

Not the JT-18?

The JT-18 is out of action.

Pending an inquiry and clearance from the AAIB.

And Vir?

Squadron Leader Viraj Sehgal is grounded,

also pending an inquiry.

So, buckle up, guys. It's time to serve the country.

This is the day we train for.

This is the moment we live for.

It does not get bigger than this.

You have a go-ahead.

Plan your aerial attack. Get your planes and all bases on.

We will launch the attack in 24 hours.

Right.

Praise be.

Come on, guys, come on.

Easy, boy, easy... That's more like it.

-Salim, stay below the cliffs. -Sure.

Approaching LOC.

Approaching target site. Changing course.

On your tail, Fighter.

We have been spotted. The radars have picked us up.

Turning to guidance.

-Faraz. -Hmm?

Two Indian Air Force fighters. At this time?

Probably on patrol duty?

This late at night?

Sir.

Easy, easy, easy...

EW pods picking up new frequencies.

It could also be a training mission, sir.

Gale force is very strong.

Maybe that's why they're so close to the border.

We cannot take a chance, Rehan.

Their movements resemble that of a recon mission.

Mission accomplished. Returning to base.

Roger that.

Following suit.

What the hell! Missile's got a lock on me!

Trying to locate SAM. Missile locked on me.

I repeat, missile locked on me!

-I can't see it, I can't see it! -At your six!

Slightly left. Break the lock, Salim!

Right, right, right!

Deploying flares!

-Shit, shit, shit. -Salim, pull up, pull up!

At your six!

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on!

It's confirmed. We have a plane down across the LOC.

-And the pilot? -Missing in action, sir.

MIA.

-Any beacon activity? -Not yet.

No communication at all.

This is the radar plot of Salim's aircraft.

Right till the last point of contact.

That's quite a distance away from the LOC. On the other side.

Getting a beacon signal from over there is almost impossible.

I saw him going down. He was right near the IB.

I know what you guys are thinking.

But what's done is done.

We cannot let emotions get in the way.

You're the best of the best.

Now what we need to do, and how we can get Salim back--

But, sir, what if he...

Salim Kamali is MIA.

That's it.

And there is to be no further speculation on that topic.

This is not the time to imagine the worst.

You're the Hawks.

And the Hawks will never leave a man behind enemy lines.