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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.

He's a well-respected commander,

and he's been recruiting everyone.

Sir, Inayat Khan committed
suicide for coverage.

The enemies of Islam are winning

because Muslims themselves
have abandoned Islam.

Now it's time to right the wrongs.

I am in Syria.

Mohsin tricked me into coming here.

Get Aliya out of there, please.

Aliya will come home.

Uncle Avinash
will get you out of there.

He has sent his number.

Aliya?

What are you doing?

One moment.

Aliya.

Aliya, open the door.

What were you doing in there?

Nothing. Just freshening up.

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!

Come on, son.

Come.

Mrunal, stop this drama.

Once you are done with this,

you can come get us.

Stop annoying me.

The wicket's gone!

Mama, Mousey!

Let's go, son.

Bowl a swing.

Where are we going, Mom?

Mama, Mousey!

Mama, Mousey!

Mama! Mama!
Mama, Mousey!

Jai?

Jai...

Jai...

Avinash!

Avinash!

What happened?

Sir, this man came to see Sabeena
at 2:00 a.m. last night.

Who is he?

We are looking him up
in our database.

But look at the next picture.

When Dave and his men
tried to confront him,

he overpowered them all.

Dave got a beating too.

Get someone to keep an eye on Dave.

And report to me
when you find this other guy.

Sir.

The good news is that
she will be home soon.

It will take a month or two,

and it won't be easy, Mr. Kamath.

Don't like easy, Doctor.

Don't get easy either.

I am tempted to ask, Mr. Kamath,

but have you ever seen
a therapist yourself?

Don't worry, Dr. Janice.

I'll be fine.

May I see her now?

Of course.

Thank you.

They said I can go home
in four to five weeks.

But it won't be easy for you.

Thanks.

They all have memorised
one sentence:

"It won't be easy."

Will it be easy for you
to live with me?

Their diagnosis has
made everything complicated.

Disassociation and all.

And other such fancy terms.

I could not get it
even after I googled them.

They have one clear instruction.

Don't let your spouse or anyone else
make fun of your ailment.

Didn't you tell them we are Indians?

Making fun is how we live.

-Mrunal, do you--
-What?

It's nothing.

Avi.

You can't do this.

You have something on your mind,
but don't say it.

You know I have a problem with that.

Sorry.

It was just small talk, that's it.

Do you remember Aliya?

Who?

Aliya...
Aliya Khan. That little girl.

Yeah.

Sorry. I don't remember her at all.

It's okay.

-Inayat and Sabeena's daughter--
-Of course, their daughter.

-Right?
-What is wrong?

Nothing.

Then why suddenly bring her up?

Because Sabeena called,

asking if I could get Aliya into
one of the decent London universities.

That's it.

Possible?

It's tough. I'll try. Let's see.

If you try,
you can make it possible.

I am so happy
I am coming back home.

Finally!

So am I.

Sabeena, this is my new number.

If that madman has come here,
he won't return without meeting you.

Right?

Where is Avinash Kamath, Doctor?

You can find out from the airport
which flight he was booked on.

You'll get all the details.

But he keeps changing his route.

No one knows where he's headed next.

How can you be sure that
he has flown out from the airport?

He took an international flight here.

He won't book a bus on his way back.

Does this look funny to you, Doctor?

You are from the batch of 2000.

Look, I am being polite to you--

You must be 37 or 38 years old.

For the last time--

I am 65.

I have had a decent life.
Not that old.

But these are bonus years of my life,
like this world.

-I'm asking you--
-And I am telling you.

But are you sure you want to know
everything about Avinash?

Of course!

Oh, really?

Because after
I've told you everything,

he will definitely kill me.

And you will be dead too.

I am okay with that, but are you?

Is that a threat?

Home Minister D.K. Patil
is directly interested in this case.

Learn to listen, son.

The man Patil has told you about...

imagine he has entered
into a deep tunnel.

After quitting the Mumbai Police,
Avinash Kamath would carry out

extraordinary renditions from Dubai.

Google will tell you
that "extraordinary rendition"

is a state-sponsored forcible abduction
in another jurisdiction

and transferred to a third state.

Meaning... imagine 25-30 suspected
terrorists illegally infiltrate a country

and they get arrested.

No passports, no visa.

That country doesn't want to go
through an embassy or border security

because they will have to go through
the rigmarole of human rights,

et cetera, et cetera.

Given that scenario,
a rendition flight quietly lands

at one of the country's
non-commercial airfields.

And...

Your first week, buddy?

Rookie, huh?

Don't be nervous.
You're in safe hands.

This is my twelfth.

I've done this the world over.

Just follow my lead.

Don't fuck up, okay?

Watch and learn, boy.

Watch and learn.

Everyone, in position!

Get ready, guys, get ready.

Freeze!

-Get them down.
-Freeze!

Open the chain.

Hey, open the chain.

Come on, take them in.

Don't look up! Look down!

Don't look at me.

Quick.

-Move.
-Come on.

Look down.

Don't shoot!

Catch them.

I will kill him.
Drop the gun.

How did you know I was gonna duck?

I didn't.

So, that's Avinash Kamath.

The guy who slapped Jayant Joge

and the guy you see now
are two different people.

Listen carefully to
what I am going to say next,

and inform your Patil sir.

Avinash Kamath
is far out of his league now.

The SI from Maharashtra Police
is now on a completely different level.

In your language,

you'll regret messing with him.

What good can come from sending
an email over to CNN's website?

It will be on public record.

A US-trained pilot,
along with his entire family,

has travelled to
an ISIS-controlled area.

I've stated
all these facts publicly.

I've offered them more information.

Tomorrow,
if something untoward happens,

at least the CIA will be alert.

They will be able to find
the IP address and other details.

They will contact me.

Who is the pilot?

The fourth member, Sameer.

One second, please.

I'll call you back.

Okay.

Yes.

Good afternoon.
This is Michelle Travis from the CIA.

I wanna thank you
for reaching out to us.

We certainly do appreciate
your confidence.

I have on call here with me

Director of Intelligence, CIA,
Mr. Burt Raphael.

Hello, Mr. Kamath.

While we are currently engaged
in research and survey activities

with regard to Turkey,

we do not have
any active outreach programmes

in the areas you spoke of.

Are you in a position to help me
or suggest whom I should turn to?

We've read
and considered the contents

of your letter to the website.

We're certainly not averse
to working with you in the future

on any matters of mutual interest
should the situation arise.

However, in this case,
we have decided to step back

due to
the obvious intricacies involved.

The local authorities
better placed to address this issue

will contact you shortly.

I understand.

Michelle, pass this on
to Tangier's desk.

Yes, sir.

Was it them?

Yes.

CIA has shown their interest
while playing it safe.

They will call back.

Dave paid a visit.

And you must have shown him
his place.

Things are getting tough.

Also, the Wilayah Al-Hind group
of the ISIS

claims responsibility for the attack
on the American consulate.

Even though it wasn't them.
Free publicity.

You know that. I know that.
Not the world.

True.

Only the CIA can give us
the help we need

to extract her from Dayr Az Zawr.

I just hope they call me soon.

Mr. Pilot, this way, please.

As-salamu-alaykum.

Wa-alaikum-salaam.

Do you know him?

No, Maqsood.

Never seen him before.

No, brother. Never seen him.

Ask your wives.

Maybe they know something.

All right, Maqsood.

I'll let you know.

Why has Al-Hindvi honoured us
with a visit?

To hear another sweet tongue...
from my land.

How is everything?

All good, Maqsood.

I have a plan in my mind, Maqsood.

We must strike terror
in the hearts of the SDF forces.

But only my wife
and I can execute it.

The goal should be
to serve Khilafat.

Your chance for martyrdom will come.

Was your wife's father
in the police force?

Inayat Khan?

But he quit long ago.

I know.

But maybe you don't know
a few things.

Just an ordinary police inspector,
a big-time alcoholic

who was fired from
the department nine years ago.

You couldn't handle him, Dave.

Anyone could have schooled him.

He is no longer the guy

you fired from the force
nine years ago.

Are you drunk, Dave?

Sir, after getting sacked,

he got trained at the RMCS, England,

in security consultation.

"Security consultation"
is just a euphemism.

It's a place where cops and soldiers
get trained for mercenary work

and establish contact
with each other.

He would carry out renditions
as a mercenary.

Merce...

Mercenary. What is that?

Do you watch the IPL?

Yes.

Players from foreign countries

play for Mumbai, Chennai, Punjab.

Right.

Mercenaries are an army
without uniform.

For the right price,
they play for any team.

The only thing
that differentiates them

is that they play
a totally different ballgame.

In countries like Afghanistan
and Iraq,

they give security to businesses.

They carry out jobs for the CIA,
Mossad, Sayeret Matkal, MI

and other intelligence agencies.

Kamath is a pro now.

He can put together a team in hours.

Make a kill look like an accident.

His methods, new techniques,
multiple passports,

high-profile contacts,
modern chemical attacks, bio-kills.

Patil sir...

he's not interested in you.

If you show any interest in him,

it will grab his attention.

And neither of us
would be able to do anything.

Has he grown so big?

-You must be--
-Not just big.

He has become lethal.

He's known by an alias.

The Freelancer.

The Freelancer?

What kind of a name is that?

He earned that name
after his first case.

You might remember.

Five-six years ago,
an Indian agent was captured

in the Pakistan-occupied region
of Balochistan.

Yes, I remember.
It was all over the news.

Some guy called Yadav
from the Indian Navy.

How is Avinash Kamath
connected to that?

There is a connection, sir.

Everyone knew that,
soon after Yadav's capture,

he will be executed in a few weeks.

Last evening,
we arrested a terrorist...

While they were publicising
this Indian agent's death penalty,

back in Rawalpindi, Pakistan,

retired Major General
Mohammad Jalal Raza

was playing online poker
in his study.

Hold on. Hold on, Dave.

An Indian agent was captured.

And Pakistan's retired general
was playing poker in his home.

What are you trying to say?

Why don't you get
straight to the point?

Sir, please.

Have some patience.

General Jalal was
a keen online poker player.

Poker wasn't just gambling,

it was a sport for him.

With the click of a mouse,

Avinash turned his life upside down.

He hacked into Jalal's computer,
smartphone and emails.

He was tracking General Jalal's
every information and activity.

Avinash Kamath learned

that General Jalal
was travelling to Dubai

to meet a private security company

for a new job.

They were hosting General Jalal
in a five-star hotel,

which was the location
of the meeting.

On his way.

Copy that.

Sir, check your mail.

He successfully got hold
of General Jalal.

And later sold him to R&AW
in exchange for quite a large amount.

Freelancer?

So, Avinash Kamath
was working for India?

No, sir.

Mercenaries only work for money.

Avinash Kamath saw an opportunity,

and he took advantage of it.

They used General Jalal
as a bargaining chip.

Agent Yadav in exchange
for Major General Jalal.

Avinash Kamath made this possible.

That's how he earned

the name Freelancer.

Goodbye.

-Here you go.
-Mohsin.

What happened?

What are you looking for?

Come inside.

Did you call or text anyone
back home?

Home?

How?

I don't have a phone or a laptop.

Why else did your father
set out on a moralistic path?

Papa did what?

You shouldn't mourn him.

What do you mean?

He has no faith in our people.

He was dismissed from the force,
wasn't he?

Mohsin, what happened?

He martyred himself

in an attack on
the American consulate in Mumbai.

In fact, Wilayah Al-Hind
has claimed responsibility.

What?

Maybe he was inspired
by our decision.

You shouldn't feel sad for him.

He is a martyr.

He must have gone to paradise.

Are you mad?

These are fake.

Stop disrespecting your father!

He was associated
with Wilayah Al-Hind.

What do you know about him?

Do you know him?

What sort of questions are you asking
in this condition?

It is important!

Wipe your tears and look closer.

Who is this man?

Do you know him?

When did he come to India?

Uncle Avinash doesn't live in India.

It's been around eight years.

Who is he?

He was in the police force.

Papa's colleague.

He got suspended, and then he went
to London on a study programme.

Papa--

Does he stay in London?

I don't know. Maybe later he went
to the US... I don't know.

Maybe he heard about
your father and came back.

No need to cry for your father.

Sameer, Khalid, Wajid and I
will pray for him tomorrow.

Okay?

Get some sleep.

Tell me honestly, Papa.
Are you all right?

They showed me
Uncle Avinash's pictures today.

I had to identify him.

Papa, please.
Are you hiding something from me?

Aliya, your father is dead.

This is your mom's new number.

Aliya, I won't mourn his death
until you don't return to me...

because he wanted you
to return home, safe and sound.

Listen, child.

I am sending you
Uncle Avinash's number.

Save it.

Don't call him. He will call you.

Even your father knew

only Avinash can bring you back
from that hell.

Don't lose courage, my child.

Promise me.

Okay, Mom.

We'll chat tomorrow.

Do you trust your wife?

Did she tell you the entire truth?

She is a Muslim's wife.

Did you ever let her talk
to her mother since she got here?

No.

None of us has called home yet.

But my sister-in-law sent a text
to Mom in Malaysia, over Telegram,

that we all are fine.

And there is nothing to worry about.

Okay, you head to the office.

Yes.

Maqsood, can we discuss my plan?

Allahu Akbar.

Left hand...

and right hand.

Then read the holy book

Surah Al-Fatiha.

Then read Surah Al-Ikhlas.

Or any other Surah.

Then...

Bow properly!

Then...

worship.

Allahu Akbar.

Salamu-alaykum.

After dragging us out
of Raqqa and Dayr Az Zawr,

Syrian Defence Forces
want to give the impression

that the Islamic State
is now finished.

We'll target Raqqa again.

We'll plan out
serious fireworks for them.

SDF will fear us again.

We can count on doing
extra damage in these attacks.

We'll keep attacking
until they move out of these areas.

Open attack
is a thing of the past now.

Not openly.

Covertly.

Aliya and I will do it.

Just a normal couple
in a normal car.

Aliya and I.

We'll go
to the biggest medina of Raqqa

and execute this attack
in the most crowded part.

Suicide bomb?

Don't make it sound cheap.

It's a direct attack.

Suicide is forbidden in Islam.

It's a crime.

My wife is Asar.

She will readily agree
to this sacrifice.

To be beside me in such an event
will make her both happy and proud.

This is my plan.

So, Aliya and I will go.

Where are you from?

Mumbai.

I am from England.

When did you get here?

Immediately after the wedding.

My husband brought me here.

Did you come willingly or...

Why don't the women from your family

come for religious instructions?

They know everything.

And you're like me?

A bad-bad Muslim?

Be modest!

Don't laugh so loudly in public.

I don't know Arabic.

Learn!

Learn! Learn!

You okay?

Girls like me who arrived
in the first wave,

women prisoners or females
from their own population

face extensive cruelty
from Al-Khansaa, compared to men.

Fuck this life, man!

I had a degree in marketing.

And now I am getting
the taste of a biter

from a strange fucking woman.

Don't swear out loud.
We have to be careful.

Nobody talks properly
to this bad Muslim, even at home.

I get whacked for free
on the streets too!

I just wanna die.

Don't say that.

It happens to me at home too.

-You just have to--
-I'm going to kill myself someday.

Don't think like that.

Oh, yeah? We'll talk
when you have spent

as much time as I have spent
in this hellhole.

Bonjour.

-Hey.
-Good morning.

-Bonjour, Saba.
-Merci.

Hi, David. How are you doing?

Hey, Mark. I am good.
What about you?

Great.

Hey.

Hey.

This has just come through
from headquarters

from someone here.

Avinash Kamath.

He's an ex-cop.

He was fired from the Mumbai
State Police nine years back.

Trained in RMCS UK
in security services.

A euphemism for mercenary work.

Quite an arc
for a junior-ranking cop.

I didn't know there were
any Indian mercenaries, Mark.

Oh, you'll be surprised.

It has the second-largest army
in the world, after all.

Bigger than us.
Only China beats them in numbers.

Ex-Army, ex-Navy,
there are thousands of them.

Here too
India is making it by numbers.

But we don't exactly see
guns-for-hire clandestine

from that part of the world.

You should surf the dark web
a bit more.

If you have the stomach
for coming across

gross, repulsive things
every now and then.

But yes, an ex-cop is a surprise.

After RMCS, he did some smaller, basic
stuff with his colleagues from there.

Then he got into airport security,
then renditions.

Apparently,
he did a lot of them for us.

Guantanamo Bay to
Afghanistan through Dubai.

Then came the darker stuff.

With us, the Israelis,
the Maldivians, Australians.

Until the dark web appeared and
earned him the sobriquet the Freelancer.

So, why is the Freelancer
reaching out to us now then?

What did you make of
his letter about the family?

Well, the family does exist,

and they have moved to Syria.

One of them is a US-trained pilot.

Sameer Fazal.

Our local unit has interviewed
the flight instructor

and some of the pilots
that he trained with.

And for all purposes,

it seems that Sameer was a friendly,
happy young man.

No reason for suspicion.

In fact, the flight instructor
was surprised

by the line of questioning.

Did he give us his email address
and his Indian phone number?

Yes, they did.

And it seems they were in touch

as recently as six weeks ago.

We also got his US number,
and we've analysed the call details.

Nothing suspicious there.

No.

It seems that Sameer
was a carefree rich young man

for as long as
he was in the United States.

What could have happened after that,

in the last six weeks?

How can an entire family get
radicalised in less than two months?

How in the name of God
does this happen?

And all the time, thousands
of kilometres away from Syria?

Are you hoping
the letters-to-the-editor guy

will tell us exactly how and why?

Let's find out.

-Hello.
-Hi.

This is Assistant Special
Agent in-charge Radha Baxi.

I hope I haven't called you
at an inconvenient time.

Hello, Radha.

I was about to give up on you guys.
What took you so long?

Well, we've been busy.
You know how it is.

We would like to meet with you.

I am assuming
you have more information

that you would like to share
that won't fit in a letter

and can't be made public.

Yes, sure I do.

When and where should we meet?

Can we meet tomorrow
between 11:00 and 2:30?

Whatever is easy for you.

-Tomorrow works for me. 12:30?
-Sure.

Can we do Terry's if that's okay?

They do great sandwiches.

And I can text you the address.

And that way,
you'll have my number too.

That will be great. Okay.

Hello.

Any contact with Aliya, Sabeena?

Yes, I gave her
all the instructions.

Avinash, they know about you.

They showed Aliya your picture and
were asking whether she knew you.

What did she say?

She identified you
and then changed the subject.

I had to tell her about Inayat.

She is completely shattered.

I tried to motivate her,
but you must act quickly.

Okay.
Did she send anything?

I'll forward it to you.

Quickly, please.

I've told her not to take any risks.

Even while taking pictures.

Talk to Aliya every day.

She has to be motivated.

Otherwise, she will get depressed
and she will give up.

-Avinash--
-Don't worry.

I won't let anything
happen to Aliya.

Inshallah.

Has Mumbai Police put any officers
in civil clothes outside the house?

Hold on.

Yes, they have.

Okay.

I'll call you back.

We are lucky that

Allah has blessed us
with such an opportunity.

But, Asar,

Saiyma and I can go too.

It's going to be Aliya and me.

Mohsin.

Let's serve dinner, Saiyma.

-Yes.
-It's late.

Allah.

Where are we going?

Huh?

You were talking about
going somewhere.

Raqqa.

Khalid and I are going to Raqqa.

You two should come with us.

We can go alone.

We'll talk later.

The entire family's behaviour
has changed towards me, Mom.

They don't tell me anything.

They keep secrets from me.

That's a good thing.

You should keep as much distance
as you can from them.

Sorry, Mom.

Tell Uncle Avinash
I couldn't take any pictures today.

Avinash has said
to take no risks, Aliya.

Do whatever you can.

I know Uncle Avinash must be doing
everything possible

to get me out of here.

I am desperately waiting.

I love you, Mom.

We have his picture,
but how did he know it's us?

I have some more details
on the family.

And more on the way.

This is very detailed.

And very precise.

Like a professional report.

Yes, I thought it would help you.

What do you do if I may ask?

I am a security consultant.

A freelancer.

A freelancer?

That is right.

As opposed to the Freelancer?

You guys have seen the pictures now.
The family has reached Syria.

Men have started working,

and the women have started cleaning,
cooking and praying.

Oh, they have?

Yes, that is how
I have the pictures.

How do we know
that's how you have them?

One of the family,
a newly married daughter-in-law,

managed to send a text
through to her father.

She has been deceived into accompanying
her husband on his journey.

She is smart. She is educated.

And no one knows about her

establishing contact
with anyone else.

She has taken these pictures

and will give more information.

She is an asset.

And I hope you agree
she will be useful.

I am not asking for
the impossible here.

Just help me get her out.

What about the others?

The others are there because
they want to be there. Not her.

So, you mean milk the cow
but then get her out.

Yes.

There has to be no sacrifice
at the altar of collateral damage.

We are more worried about the pilot.

She will help you get him.

I will ensure that.

To have an uncontaminated asset
in Syria

where they have
a significant presence

is really big for you guys,
isn't it?

It could be.

We'll have to get back to you
on this, of course.

Of course.

Is there anything else?

Yes, but I will ignore that.

Ignore what?

Ignore the fact that you guys are
desperately trying to play hard here.

Good day.

-Wow.
-Well, I'll be goddamned.

Yeah.

We just looked like
a couple of freshmen.

Yes?

Talking inside would be
in everyone's best interest.

But who are you?

I am the guarantee
of your daughter's safety.

Shall we?

Trying to inquire
about your daughter

or planning to bring her back
could be dangerous to her life.

Tell your cop friend
to stop right away.

But he came to pay his condolences.

I understand he came here to grieve,

but why come to my house?

Why would he go to your house?

He did.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

I was present at Aliya
and Mohsin's wedding.

I saw you there.

You didn't pretend
that you didn't know me.

You actually didn't recognise me.

And that plays in your favour.

Either you know everything
or you don't.

But your husband

attained martyrdom
on the righteous path.

Your daughter is set out
on the righteous path as well.

I would advise you to follow
this path for your own good.

I pray five times a day.

When it comes to my faith,
I don't need your advice.

The thing about necessity is

it doesn't come with a warning.

Goodbye.

Who is it?

Dr. Khan.

This is Raghavendra Setu from IB.

Aliya.

It's me.