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I heard it's connected
to their daughter's wedding.

Aliya and Mohsin met in Singapore.

In college.

I do.

They got married on
the 22nd of last month.

We were at the airport
to see them off.

There were eight people.

We are in Istanbul.

Huh?

Then suddenly one day
all their phones went off.

Why take Aliya to Syria--

ISIS has become active
in the last six months.

They have started a new wing.

Where are we headed now?

The other shrine.

Alhamdulillah!

-Courier arrived.
-Good.

We're going to rural Syria.

We still have several areas
along the Euphrates under our control.

We're reclaiming our Islamic State.

We... we're going to Syria?

Shh!

Glory to Allah.

Remaining and expanding.

You are scaring me, Mohsin.

I'll be downstairs.

Take some rest.
We have a long day ahead.

-Let's finish all the chores quickly.
-Yes.

We are short on time.

The sooner the better.

Aliya?

Aliya?

-How are you, dear?
-I'm good. Thank you.

There she is!

Go, go, go!

Hey, watch it!

Aliya!

Please help me!

Help!

Help!

Police!

Hello.

Avinash sir. Sunil here.

Something doesn't seem right
at the Glitz Hotel.

You lock the customer up
if they don't pay?

Sir, it's not about the bill.

Then?

The hotel belongs
to Mr. Jayant Joge

So?

He is the brother-in-law of
our Home Minister, D.K. Patil.

Are you deaf? So?

She owes some money to my boss.

He said not to let her out.

Are you out of your mind?

She is a Bangladeshi.

My boss helped her financially.

But now she wants to leave.

Open up.

Please, sir. I'll lose my job.

And if you don't, you'll go to jail.

You and the entire hotel staff

will be charged with
"illegal confinement."

Open up.

-Sir, my job.
-Come on.

-My job--
-Open up.

Help me!

Bastard.

Tell that pimp

to come and see me!

Calm down, sir.

Get a soft drink.

-Let's talk.
-What is there to talk?

Return the girl at once!

Sir, she has been sent to the asylum.

She has filed charges against you.

Here's what you can do.
Get a lawyer.

-If you can come to a settlement--
-You!

Who told you to interfere in this matter?

Who asked you?

Don't fuck with me.

Bring her back right now!

-Or else--
-Or else what?

I told you to calm down.

Just say sorry and be done with it.

Yes, sir.

Come!

Sir has called you.

Do it, Avinash. It's okay.

They have an ego.
There's nothing we can do.

Or else your career will be destroyed.

Sir!

Go on.

Sit.

Sit! Sit!

I have spondylitis.
Can't talk to you like this.

Sir, what actually happened was

we were on rally duty
for two days.

Crowd management.

We were sleep-deprived.

We tried to explain to Jayant sir.

I was already a bit disturbed, sir.

I acted irrationally
in a fit of rage...

Sorry, sir.

I am really sorry.

Come to the assembly tomorrow
and give a public apology.

I am already apologising
to you here, sir.

If I apologise publicly
at the assembly tomorrow,

I'll get fired.

You have made sure that
I get fired either way.

Forgive us, sir.

Come to the assembly tomorrow,
and give a public apology.

Hey...

Jai Hind, sir.

Dr. Khan,
you should try e-books now.

I like to hold my gold.

Inayat Khan was suspended
about seven years back

in a misconduct case.

About a year later,

he was attacked
by some unknown criminals.

They made him a cripple.

According to the police,

these criminals sought
revenge on him for a past case.

It's obvious that he committed
suicide outside the American consulate.

But why? We still don't know.

His daughter got married last month.

Now she's gone missing
along with her in-laws.

But why commit suicide outside the
American consulate for such a thing?

The CIA is breathing down our necks.

They want to know more.

Sir, Inayat Khan committed
suicide for coverage.

That's certain.

I've gone through his file.

He wanted this to be breaking news.

And a terrorist attack right
outside the American consulate...

You can't get a bigger headline
than this.

The act was a call-out.

He was just trying
to get someone's attention.

Whose attention, Setu?

Someone who could help.

As per his wife Sabeena's
statement in the report,

they were tired of
asking everyone around for help.

Inayat Khan,
through his death, in my opinion,

was reaching out to someone for help.

And if that's the case, then...

the story has just started, sir.

As-salamu-alaykum

Wa-alaikum-salaam.

All the women, follow me.

Let's go!

As-salamu alaykum.

-Salaam.
-Salaam.

Fazal family.

Fill this form. Give your
social media and email passwords.

DO'S AND DONT'S FOR WOMEN

Name, age, address, origin, education.

Write everything here.

You have to fill in your name, sex,

date of birth, educational qualification,

details of your family,

details of your relatives,

country of origin,

special skillset if you have any.

Fill it.

Give me this.

I am giving your phone to him.

Your old SIM cards will be destroyed.

You'll be given a new SIM card

once this phone will
be returned to you. Okay?

Yeah.

And learn Arabic as soon as possible.

You must wear this everywhere you go.

You understand?

-It's clear?
-Yes.

For the donation?

Yeah. That's here.

I ask forgiveness from Allah.

Whose account is this?

Who is Aliya?

Shame on you, woman!

Husband who?

They will be careful.

I swear. I promise.

You keep a good eye on her.

-You know what I mean?
-Yes.

This is shameful!

Ameena!

Yes?

Show them their house.

One big house for the entire family.

Thank you.

Welcome.

I couldn't find much.

But the situation is still the same.

The first wave, followed by the
second wave, followed by the third wave.

Comparatively, it's a small one,

but it's still a wave.

They have a physical presence in Sinai,
Central Syrian Desert and Gherwain,

but they have now adopted
guerrilla tactics.

Absolutely resilient.

They want to win back
the areas they have lost.

They have more than 1,500 fighters.

And they have been
receiving adequate funds.

Now it's a "Khilafat" of the mind.

Syria,
the Khorasan faction in Afghanistan,

Sri Lanka,
Bangladesh, Maldives, Nigeria...

They are everywhere.

I just don't call them ISIS
or ISIL like the West,

or take them for a terror group.

I call them for what they are.

The Islamic State.

There are five reasons
for their emergence.

First,

growth of Islamic fundamentalism
in the Arab countries.

Second, the fall of the Sunni
governments in Iraq and Syria,

which created a Sunni power vacuum
and a big support towards them.

Third, the Internet.

They don't have to raise forces
from just one place.

People can be radicalised from
anywhere and can join their war.

Fourth, climate change.

The entire area has been
battling drought for ages,

which made people
desperate for stability.

Finally, the fifth and biggest reason.

Youth bulge.

A large population of youngsters
who are unemployed and misled.

People!

People!

Come here!

Come here!

There's instant judgement
and that too in a brutal manner.

This keeps the population
terrorised and under control.

Immediately.

Immediately.

Immediately.

Immediately. Immediately.

Al-Khansaa Brigade.

The local morality police.

religious enforcement wing.

Hisbah's all-women brigade.

They use a different weapon.

Along with guns,
they carry a metal prong.

If they notice any woman without hijab,
even while doing dishes,

they skin her alive with the biter.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Follow me.

Get all the women out.
And only women.

Aliya! Saiyma!

They are calling for all the women.

Come on. We need to go.

Why?

Learn Arabic and ask them yourself.

Bring her!

Come on, lash her!

Lash her!

Till death!

Till death!

This woman deceived her husband
and was trying to escape.

More!

More!

Lash her!

Till death!

Till death!

Till death!

Till death!

Humans can commit
the most heinous crimes

in the name of religion.

Why are they showing such big interest
in this particular family?

The pilot, I understand.
But the other members--

The family group could have done
the State's job in Malaysia itself.

But they wanted to go to
Syria, so they went.

There's a rumour about a physical
faction of Wilayah Al-Hind that exists.

And the radicalisation is
being done by an ex-SIMI activist.

His handle is Al-Hindvi.

He went to Pakistan from India,
and then to Syria.

He got arrested,

but escaped during a jailbreak
with the other fighters.

He's a well-respected commander,

and he's been recruiting everyone.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Marvellous.

I've seen you several times online.

I am fortunate to see you
in person today.

I am the lucky one

to have my brothers here
to fight side-by-side.

You are lucky.

Mujahideen can be anywhere.

We kept fighting over
trivial matters in India.

But here we're the soldiers
of "Khilafat".

Abid!

Give Sameer a tour of our hangar.

Come.

-Sit.
-Thank you.

Like the Al-Qaeda,

they don't wait to raise
"Khilafat" at the right time.

In fact, they have a readymade war

for their already
motivated people to fight.

In Syria, as well as in other places.

That's why this war is
attracting many youngsters.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Come on!

Hurry up!

Be careful.

Come on, move.

You know, young individuals get
drawn to such machismo and martyrdom.

They publicise their so-called achievers

and try to recruit
other potential soldiers.

This will be your office.

But, Maqsood,

I have come here to fight.

Not to sit and make plans or give orders.

Does war only require guns?

Does it not demand good
strategy and planning?

Doesn't war require funding?

You are now going to be
the backbone of this war.

Raise your finger.

All right.

So, how do you like our little setup here?

This is, like, really awesome.

You guys have state-of-the-art
equipment here.

No wonder the pictures in
Voice of Khorasan looks so amazing.

You've got quite an American accent.

I trained there.

Yeah, everyone knows.

But wait until these pictures appear

in the Voice of Khorasan.

There will be a lot of inspired young men

creating the second wave.

And then, wave after wave,

until we succeed.

Inshallah, my brother.

Here's the latest issue
of Voice of Khorasan.

Check the quality.

You may have never seen a propaganda
magazine with much better quality.

Be it the Muslim Brotherhood or Al-Qaeda,

they both want the
flag of "Khilafat" to fly high.

Avinash, if you want
to rescue Inayat's daughter,

you must remember two things.

One, it's impossible.

Even if I don't believe in that word.

And two,

you are already late.

Yes, sir.

I've confirmed news
that Avinash Kamath is in Mumbai.

I heard the IB wants in on this case.

Don't let them get to me.

I already have a case.

What the fuck!
Good God.

They are here, sir.
I'll call you back later.

Dave.

Jai Hind, sir.

-What brings you here?
-Just doing my rounds.

Daily routine.

Didn't Inayat Khan live here?

Yes, sir. Right over there.

B-Wing, second floor.

His wife, Sabeena, is at home.

Dave, hold back on the cravings.

Your belly is bulging out.

No, sir. I'm on a diet.

Let's go.

I've already said what I had to.

-Why do you keep--
-Sorry.

Sorry, ma'am.

This case is slightly complicated.

Your husband was
a suspended police officer.

And the incident occurred

right outside the US consulate.

It has grabbed the attention
of our agencies.

And the international agencies
are now looking for an answer.

Do you have anything else to add?

Anything?

My husband committed suicide.

My daughter is missing.

Everything is just normal.

I am very sorry, ma'am.

But I've seen the case file.

I believe Inayat was trying
to establish contact with someone.

Someone...

anyone linked to your husband.

Ma'am, if you don't
share anything with us,

how can we help you?

What help did Inayat get

when he shared everything?

Hello, sir.

Mhatre, I want full background
on Inayat Khan.

From the first day of his job
to the last day of his life.

People he knew.

Friends, relatives.

And send his phone to forensics.

CDR, WhatsApp, Telegram, Signal.

Scan everything.
See what you can find.

Okay, sir.

How could you?

You tricked me into coming here.

For what? To die!

Lower your voice.

They must be listening.

You had made up your mind to come here
before the wedding, didn't you?

Aliya.

Don't touch me!

Didn't you?

You are naive.

It's a worthless life
full of sin and disgrace.

Our faith tells us to
fight for Khilafat,

turn the whole world
into the house of Islam.

We're heading towards our doom
because we've abandoned our faith.

Women are dressing cheaply,

youth getting addicted
to drugs, and we...

we are reducing in numbers, Aliya.

The enemies of Islam are winning

because Muslims themselves
have abandoned Islam.

Now... it's time to right the wrongs.

And you should be supporting me.

Mohsin,

this is not our Islam.

Everything around us here
is not Islam.

Let everyone stay if they want to.

Let's go back to India, please!

Please, let's go back.

This is haraam!

Just like your father's wealth.

And just like his way of life.

Do you even know what
Sharia law states?

"Home is where your husband is!"

Understood?

What is wrong with you, Mohsin?

I told you to lower your voice.

Papa...

I don't even know whether this phone
has the balance to make a call.

I am in Syria.

Mohsin tricked me into coming here.

Please get me out of here, Papa.

Mohsin's entire family is involved.

No one's going to help me.

Luckily, I still have this phone
with my Indian number.

I am somewhere in rural Syria.

In a pink house,
which is in front of a square

with concrete homes around.

Please help me, Papa.

The number you are calling
is currently switched off.

Hello, Avinash.

Judgement Day is upon us.

Make amends!

SOMEONE'S SHOWING KEEN
INTEREST IN THE FAZAL FAMILY

SENDING YOU HIS PICTURES.

SEND.

Avinash, Aliya sent a text
to Inayat's other number.

I tried calling back,
but it was switched off.

She is using her other number
from Mumbai.

It's a good thing
her phone was switched off.

What?

Girls are not allowed
to use mobile phones.

All the residents use the ISIS exchange.

Calls from all other networks
are routed through them.

If Aliya can secretly message us,

then this is our only lifeline.

But our biggest risk too.

To track unregistered mobile phones,

their people have a surveillance vehicle
monitoring the areas at regular intervals.

Now, please listen to me carefully.

We must follow some rules.

First things first,
get a new number

and share that number with Aliya.

You must only use that number
just to communicate with her.

Use a basic cell phone.

You must not tell Aliya
about Inayat yet.

It's a request, Sabeena.

We don't want her to break down.

Keep adding balance to Aliya's number.

And tell her to use only text messages.

Preferably as late as possible.

Approximately,
after the last Azaan.

11 o'clock local time would be better.

But only for three minutes,
not a second more.

This makes tracking
the signal a difficult

and has a low chance of
getting caught.

What if she wants to talk?

Turn her down.

In her present condition,
she would want to talk to you.

Please be stern with her,

and don't allow her to do that.

I'll share my new number
as soon as I get back.

-And we can communicate--
-How can you go back, Avinash?

Please, Sabeena.
At least hear the instructions first.

After exchanging all the texts,

we must delete them
immediately.

It's extremely important.

And finally, tell Aliya to get
a few pictures of her surroundings.

Some selfies as well.

But how can you go back--

I must return to get Aliya back.

But--

There is nothing I can do from here.

Inayat already did try everything.

Avinash.

Get Aliya out of there, please.

Please, Sabeena.
Aliya will come home.

Just remember everything
that I have told you.

Please remember that
we only have each other.

They are known criminals, Avinash.

As per the record,

they have an old score
to settle with you.

They can ambush you in some dark alley.

They won't make the same mistake
to leave you alive just like Inayat.

There are other faceless
criminals after my blood...

whose feet you lick, Dave.

You wanted to lick them too.

But they didn't let you.

You ran away.

Then why have you come back to die?

I came back to give my condolences.

And I am going back now.

I'll see you off.

Patil sir's orders.

Come on, guys. Let's give him a lift.

Let's go.

(cricket commentary on TV)

Mrunal, get me some water.

Mrunal, water!

Avinash, it's been two weeks now.

Day and night, you just drink!

You also lost the job
that made you ignore us always.

Are you even listening to me?

I can't live like this.

Is this what you want to do
for the rest of your life?

Are you and Jai starving?

Life isn't just about providing,
Avi.

You're drinking during daytime!

-I can't believe--
-Hands off the bottle!

Aliya, this is my new number.

Henceforth, text me on this.

During the final "Azaan".

But only for three minutes.

I've added balance to your phone.

How are you, Papa?

I am okay, child.

Get me out of here, Papa.

I will call you.

No. Only texts.

That too for just three minutes.

Make sure you delete all the texts.

Try to take pictures of the buildings
you are living around.

But don't be reckless.

Take pictures only when it is safe.

Please tell your police friends

to get me out of here, please.

Let's talk tomorrow, dear.
Our three minutes are up.

No, please don't leave me.

You have many friends
in the ministry.

Tell them I've been
tricked into coming here.

Please get me out of here.

Aliya, delete the messages!

It's safe, Papa.
I am in the bathroom.

Where is Mom?
Is she fine?

She is fine, Aliya.

Now, turn off your phone, please.

This is a horrible place.

Yesterday, they publicly hung a man.

They said he was trying to escape.

That he was a traitor.

I am so scared, Papa.

Aliya, please stop texting!

It's more than three minutes now!

Why do we have to talk
only for three minutes?

Uncle Avinash said it's very
important for your safety.

If you want to stay alive,
then follow his advice quietly.

Stop texting.

Delete the messages
and turn off your phone.

Uncle Avinash will get you out of there.

He has sent his number.

Really?

Uncle Avinash?

Is he back?

Aliya?

Aliya, open the door.

Aliya?