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(distant singing)

(convicts singing)

Hey, sing along.

(convicts continue singing)

Amazing.

Sir, can I have a cigarette, please?

Shut up.

Please, sir.

Come on.

Sir, please give me a drag at least.

Shut up.

Hey, stop!

Hey, stop!

Hey, stop or I will shoot!

-Stop. -That way.

He's going that way.

THE WOUND

Hello.

Yes, dada.

Fuck.

Okay. I'm coming right away.

Thousands of protesters took to the streets,

demanding action against perpetrators

of violence in Myanmar.

Bangladesh condemns the killings of Rohingyas.

Stop it. Stop it.

-Muslims of Myanmar... -Unite! Unite!

-Muslims of Myanmar... -Unite! Unite!

-Muslims of Myanmar... -Unite! Unite!

The burning of thousands of villages in the Rakhine region of Myanmar

has marked the apex of brutal persecution of Rohingyas,

who are the minority population in Myanmar.

Violence against women and children by Myanmar's armed forces, the Tatmadaw,

has led to a mass exodus of Rohingyas into Bangladesh.

For Asia, this is turning into the century's worst refugee crisis.

Anger against the Myanmar regime is visible throughout Bangladesh

in the form of protests and rallies across the country.

Dhaka is under pressure.

Revenge for Rohingyas!

Revenge for Rohingyas!

Revenge for Rohingyas!

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

They even called you today morning?

Hmm...

Good morning, sir. Morning, sir.

Come on, hurry up.

Come here.

Be quick.

Landmines along the border of Bangladesh

pose a deadly threat to the fleeing Rohingyas.

Over 270,000 refugees

fled to Bangladesh in the last few months escaping the persecution.

I am trying! You--

No, no, no...

(speaking in French)

-Tell me what to do, girls! -Excuse me!

(agitated chattering)

I have a connecting flight to Dubai.

The protest is not limited only to Bangladesh and Dhaka.

It's all over Asia. There is no plane flying, sir.

You cannot fly!

-I cannot understand-- -Mr. Nikolai...

We are giving our Silver members

a complimentary upgrade to our Club Suite.

I am not a Silver member.

You are now, sir. Inaya,

could you please help Mr. Nikolai with the formalities?

-Sure. -We'll keep you posted

once the situation improves.

-Yes, please come with me. This way. -Okay. Thank you. Come.

Why don't you do this?

Go out, bring the crowd inside and give them free rooms.

What are you doing, idiot? Management will kill me!

What are you doing, idiot!

No one will check in now in this situation.

Half the rooms are empty.

At least the restaurant can do business this way.

Do whatever you want.

Just shut them up.

Guys, perhaps you could all wait at the Lounge Bar.

Drinks are on the house today.

You can watch the news there, maybe some football...

-Excuse me... -This way, come.

...my husband!

What, ma'am?

He had a meeting at the Indian High Commission.

His phone is unreachable. My call is not going through.

Can you say that in English, ma'am?

-No contact. -Don't worry, ma'am.

Mobile networks are busy due to the protests. Maybe that's why.

I have a friend at the Indian High Commission.

If you want, I can talk to him.

My name is Shaan Sengupta.

Please relax. I'll reach out to you.

Arif, just help ma'am to a seat, please.

-Sure, sir. -Hey!

What will you eat?

You can eat all this if you like it.

Don't shove it down my throat, please.

Insolent girl!

Do you have imarti?

Sorry, ma'am, I'll have to check.

Give me a second.

This is not your Lucknow.

I am trying to educate you about fine cuisine, but you refuse to--

Please let my hand go!

Eat tiramisu, mousse, chocolate ganache.

Stop obsessing over imarti.

May I help you in any way, ma'am?

Sorry, ma'am, we don't have imarti.

Can I get you a tiramisu instead?

We are in the Waterlily Suite. Please send it there.

Okay, ma'am. Sure.

This girl is a nuisance.

-Sir, they want imarti here. -No value for this food.

-Seriously! -All she cares about is imarti.

Why did she have to be my responsibility?

Come on.

As the agitation in Dhaka turns more violent

there is an increased presence of Bangladesh Armed Forces in the city.

Bangladesh is currently dealing with

the biggest refugee crisis in Asia.

Are you Indian?

Yes, ma'am.

Shaan Sengupta.

Bengali?

50% Bengali...

100% Indian.

Tell me, how can I help you?

If you are not able to sleep,

then the hot chocolate here is very famous.

No...

What if someone wants to go to India?

Would you be able to help?

If there is an issue with tickets or visas,

-then we have a travel desk-- -No, no, no.

What if someone has to run away to India?

Run away?

Sorry... Ma'am, I don't understand.

What did you not understand here?

Do you know who I am?

Of course, ma'am. You are staying at our most exclusive suite.

You are a guest of Freddie Rahman.

-Yes-- -Safina!

Safina!

Where is she?

Safina, god damn it!

I have searched the whole place. It's so late at night.

I was just asking them to shut down the AC.

Come with me!

If you ever get out of the room again without asking me,

I'll break your legs.

Break them!

Go ahead! Break them!

Then explain to your Freddie Rahman

who broke his wife's legs.

Safina, go back to the room.

I'll teach you a lesson.

Dada, she needs help. She seems to be in trouble.

You will be in trouble if you meddle in the personal matters of Freddie Rahman.

Something must have happened.

Where do husbands and wives not quarrel?

Or does it not happen in your India?

Dada...

she's a 14-year-old kid!

She was a kid. Now she is his wife.

Mrs. Freddie Rahman number 3.

You are in Bangladesh, not India.

It's allowed here.

Her dad is okay with it.

The law here allows it.

The girl is okay with it.

Why are you getting in their way?

What did I tell you on your first day?

What is the rule of this industry?

Do you remember?

Eyes and ears should always be open.

But we should also remember when to shut them.

If you keep peeping into your bosses' bedrooms,

then...

Understood?

Safina, listen to me. Your husband will like it.

Get a perfume.

You buy one for me too.

I'll wait for you in the room.

-Should I get rose and oudh? -Yes.

She likes rose and oudh.

Not this.

We are really understaffed right now,

and I need some...

-Can I just-- -Do your legs have wheels?

-Can I just call you back? -Why can't you stay in one place?

Or are you avoiding my calls?

Of course not, ma'am.

Tell me. What can I do for you?

Please talk to your friends in the Indian High Commission.

I want to get out of here.

I apologise, ma'am.

I can't help you in this matter.

If you want, you can talk to the Indian High Commission yourself,

although I don't think they will be able to help you.

And you?

Won't you do anything?

I'm just a night manager, ma'am.

Has anyone ever told you?

You are a coward!

My phone?

Good evening, ma'am. I have some deserts here. Compliments of the house.

-What's all in there? -Some gulab jamun, barfi...

and imarti for you.

I'll go wash my hands.

If your work is done, can I please have my phone back?

The handcarts in Aminabad sell better imartis than this.

It's awful.

Please return my phone. I won't tell anyone about it.

No. Go ahead and tell everyone.

We'll see the consequences.

After all, you are calling Freddie Rahman's wife a thief!

Enough of these jokes.

Ma'am, I need my phone back. Please.

Ma'am.

I had asked for a juice. You forgot about that.

Sorry, ma'am, I'll just bring that up.

Good evening, sir.

As-salamu alaykum, Babu.

It's just some dessert after dinner.

Out.

Out!

-Thank you... -No, no, no...

No, no, no. I'll take care of it.

No, don't worry.

Yeah... Fuck.

Ali!

-Sorry, sir. -What are you doing?

I'll have the car ready for you in an hour, ma'am.

Just let me know if you need anything else.

I found this phone lying around.

Check it.

Here you go. We are all done. Thank you.

You don't want to help me, right?

Fine then.

Just show this to your friend at the Indian High Commission.

He might stop worrying about local customs

and gain some empathy for me.

If you can help... then do so.

Please.

Good, good. Fantastic, fantastic.

Yeah, so...

I was just going through this list.

Combine harvesters, roto seed drill,

tractor pump...

Can all this be delivered quickly?

Inform your friends in Myanmar.

They go as per plan.

As soon as we got the order, the consignment left the Eastern Bloc.

Perfect. There's a small confusion.

This fertiliser is RDX, right?

AK-47 is rotary tiller.

So, what is this agro power tiller? Land mines?

Cut his call!

If they had Olympics for dumbasses, he would've won the gold medal.

Cut the call now!

Mister... Hello?

Really sorry.

Hello?

Asshole!

AK-47 is rotary tiller.

So what is this agro power tiller? Land mines?

Cut the call now!

If they had Olympics for dumbasses, he would've won the gold medal.

Cut the call now!

An industrialist and refugee children...

Definitely is very good PR for me, but...

if an eight-hour journey and

a donation of $12 million

gets Altaf and 25,000

Myanmar refugees like him on the front page with me,

it's not a bad deal at all.

Me and my company, Rungta Shipping Corporation,

pledge to be here this time

and every time till there is peace,

in every corner of this earth for Altaf

and every human.

Thank you. Thank you very much for your time.

What the fuck?

Where did you find all this?

Shaan this is explosive!

Already Bangladesh's situation with its bordering countries is pretty tense.

And after this Rohingya crisis,

Myanmar won't be getting arms from anywhere.

If the arms are being supplied through Bangladesh...

a war could begin.

We need to report this.

You need to report this, Vikram.

My name shouldn't be mentioned anywhere.

So, the informant is an Indian.

She needs a safe passage back to India.

Asylum, protection and no questions asked.

See what you can do.

Whatever it is, do it quickly.

These people won't wait long.

-Good morning, Joshi. -Lipika ma'am, please sign!

-Please. -Mr. Joshi, sign for me, please!

Love you, Mr. Joshi.

-Hold this file. -Lipika, the Panther Case?

I read the forgery expert's report.

But you'll have to go through MSS-15 March files.

I'll send it to you. Good morning, ma'am.

Thank you for arriving early today.

Any further delay, and he would've fired me.

He is waiting for you.

-He's getting late for the meeting. -Hold the door. Don't let him leave.

-Good morning, madam. -Good morning, Kranti.

Tea!

Girish, there is some inconsistency in the MSS-15 report

about the KGB.

That I haven't solved. That you'll have to figure it out.

-Go, go, go. -...agro power tiller?

What is this? Landmines?

-Dynamite, no? -Good morning, Lipika.

How was your weekend?

What?

Did you watch the video or not?

Yes, I watched it.

What's the source?

Bhagwat. Dhaka High Commission.

Anonymous drop. The informant needs extraction, amnesty, the usual.

If you ask me, I'll donate my provident fund too.

So, you want me to inform Bangladesh

to move on to Rahman?

What?

I'm showing you a Rs. 2,000 bill and you're focussing on loose change?

Shailendra Rungta, aka Shelly,

has fucked himself royally on video.

And we have this. Play it.

He and his two frontmen, Brijpal and Jayu,

They are discussing an arms deal with Fakhruddin Rahman.

This is it.

We've been chasing Shelly for four years,

and today he's fallen on to our laps.

Just hold your horses, Lipika.

The joint committee meeting is today, right?

-Yes, ma'am. -Slow down.

It's today.

-Slow down. -It's today, so we--

We are accusing a major influential businessman.

Please show him.

Show the balance sheet of this influential businessman.

Read it aloud, Sarang.

Sir, Kabul, 2015.

Four big consignments from Rungta Shipping. 324 dead.

Syria, 2016, three consignments,

140 dead.

Turkey, last year, five consignments,

450 dead.

So...

There's this dead count and, on the other side,

$67 million worth of profits.

Shelly is not an industrialist.

He's a merchant of death.

-Sir, can I have a minute of yours? -Danish Khan.

-Sir, about the video I sent you. -Yes?

But she will have more details, of course. Lipika.

Her intel is really strong.

So, where did the Deputy High Commissioner find it?

It was an anonymous drop, sir.

So, you want to go after Rahman?

Oh, no, sir. Shailendra Singh Rungta.

We have enough evidence for a strong case against him.

Really?

Yeah.

Lipika Saikia Rao, sir. She heads the Bangladesh desk.

One of our top intel minds, sir.

Lipika Saikia Rao,

was there anything in this video that you saw, but I missed?

Sir, this is as good as a confession.

It's quite evident from the discussion that Shelly's shipping company

is transporting illegal arms under the facade of agricultural equipment.

I mean, all the supporting documents,

list of arms, we have everything!

-Yeah. True. -Everything! Really?

Yeah.

Or are you just seeing what you want to see?

Did you verify the footage?

Or check the audio samples?

Sir, the intel verification process has already begun.

We just wanted to save time, so we directly came to you.

But that's exactly what you are doing.

Time waste.

Do you know the name of the department you work in?

Research Administration Wing.

You've done no research.

Shailendra Rungta...

one of the most important businessmen in our country.

Well respected.

Well connected.

And you want to put a question mark

on his reputation

because of half-baked and incomplete data.

Hey!

Careful, Lipika.

"Well connected and respected"?

Any guesses?

Sarang?

Yes, ma'am.

I need that video's forensic reports.

Tell Naidu, if he doesn't get it done in 24 hours,

I'll expose his ongoing covert operation

with Prerna from accounts.

And I'll deliver the reports personally to his wife.

Excuse me.

-Consider it done, ma'am. -Lipika, what are you doing?

Mitter wants intelligence, right?

Get in.

Who else will do it?

Who else will do it!

That bitch has recorded the video!

I'll see to it.

Fucking old lady!

Where the fuck is she?

-In the room? -Did I hire you to eat this cake?

-No, no... -She made my video?

-No, sir, no... -She did record my video!

No, no, no, Babu, no...

Babu, wait!

No, Babu?

-Babu, in the room. -I'll show her.

She hasn't done anything.

Babu, in the room.

There's no access card. We need a card.

You come here!

-Card. The card is in the room. -Faster!

It's in the room.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Babu...

Yeah, Mr. Shelly.

Will the sight of blood scare you, Freddie?

Or should I send someone else?

No, no, no, no, Mr. Shelly.

I'll do it.

I promise I'll do it.

And I'll do it with my own hands.

In the room, Babu.

Fuck!

-Hello. -Safina, you need to leave the room.

-What? -Freddie found out about the video.

He won't spare your life.

Grab some cash and leave.

Now?

Now, Safina! He's coming up. There's no time.

Listen to me very carefully.

There's a service exit at the end of the corridor.

Take the stairs and reach the basement.

Where the fuck is my wife?

You had one job!

-Babu, Safina did not tell me. -Where is Safina?

There will be less security at the staff gate.

And get to Kamlapur station.

-Sir... -Where is she?

Where is she!

Cross the train tracks, take a rickshaw

and book a ticket for the last show at Star complex.

And wait for me there.

What were you doing when she left?

Where did she go?

-Where the fuck is my wife? -Sir!

Sir... Sir, calm down.

Please tell me what's the matter.

-Who are you? -Sir, I am the night manager.

Where is she?

Sir, who are you talking about?

My wife.

Where is she?

-Where the fuck is she? -Sir, I'm sure she must be around.

Hey, bastard! Can you spot her anywhere?

Can you see her? Come on.

Somewhere around?

Can you see her anywhere?

Can you see her?

Can you?

Hey!

Sir, sir, I am sorry, sir.

Sir, I am sorry, sir. Sir, I apologise, sir.

Hey! Sir! Don't worry!

-We've got CCTV cameras all over the hotel! -Fuck!

Sir!

Mr. Shelly...

You leave.

Take an off. Just get out of here, okay?

Go. Go, go, go!

Sir!

Sir, you cannot enter without permission.

-Sir. -Stop it, sir.

Stop honking. Stop it, sir.

Sir, please! What are you doing?

Please try to understand.

If you don't stop, I will have to take action.

I am warning you, sir.

Sir, this is not correct.

-You cannot enter without permission. -Vikram!

This is your last warning, sir.

Shaan! What is wrong with you?

It's okay, Shalini.

Open the gate.

-What happened? -To whom did you give the information?

-Come in. -To whom did you give the information!

-First, come in! -Shalini, sorry. Go to sleep.

Delhi, where else? Your name wasn't mentioned anywhere.

To whom in Delhi?

RAW. Head of Bangladesh desk.

-Lipika Saikia. -Call her now!

-What? -Call her. I want to speak to her.

-Look at the time! -I want to fucking speak to her, man.

Just call her right now, Bhagwat.

Please!

-Hello. -Mrs. Lipika.

-Sorry to call you so late. -No problem, Vikram. I was awake.

About your case...

We have hit some bureaucratic speed bumps, buddy.

This isn't Vikram.

I am the guy whose information you leaked to Freddie Rahman.

And if anything happens to my informant--

Wait a minute!

You've called me so late at night.

Is this any way to talk?

Listen, there is no leak from my department.

Okay?

Is your informant safe?

Shall I call Dhaka Police?

So they can finish the job?

Cops here answer to Rahman, not you!

You'll be signing her bloody death warrant.

One minute.

Did you...

The informant is a girl?

She is a 14-year-old kid.

She trusted me and I trusted you.

And now her life is in danger because of you!

Listen, I can understand your anger and...

if my department made a mistake, I am going to fix it.

Wow! That solves everything!

That really solves everything, ma'am!

I'm going to take the next flight to Dhaka, okay?

Can you keep her safe till then?

Why should I trust you?

Only I can bring that girl safely to India.

And whether you trust me or not,

you need to know this.

The man you are dealing with...

he is one of the most dangerous people in the world.

I know Freddie is dangerous.

Freddie Rahman is a circus monkey.

The ringmaster is someone else.

Shailendra Singh Rungta.

Shelly.

Shipping, mining...

petrochemicals...

You name it.

But you won't find one thing online.

That Shelly is a fucking arms dealer,

and his business is war, chaos and death!

So, it's not Freddie who is after the girl.

It's actually Shelly.

And he's not going to spare that girl.

Lipi...

Give me the phone.

Lipika ma'am, by when can you come here?

Listen, I'm really sorry, but there are no flights to Dhaka today.

I can take the 11 a.m. flight tomorrow.

And from now on, I am responsible for everything.

And listen, and update me tomorrow morning before 10:30

that you are both safe.

And till then?

Till then, keep her safe,

take care of yourself

because this is going to be one hell of a long night.

Okay, ma'am.

Thank you.

You okay, Lipi?

Sorry, buddy...

Trust me, I would have gotten her here,

but this is a sensitive issue.

It will turn into a diplomatic incident.

Hello... Hello...

Do you wanna watch a movie?

A good movie's playing. Do you wanna watch it?

Come on! Hello.

-Hello, sir. -All good.

Hey, Vipul!

What's with the extra checking today?

That girl's disappearance has become a nightmare for us.

Let them pass.

This is the under-construction wing of the hotel.

Since work is going on, there are no cameras here.

Quietly sneak in and wait for me there.

It's just a matter of one night, Safina.

Tomorrow you'll be in Delhi and then home.

Try to get some sleep, okay?

-I'll be back in sometime. -No!

You're not going anywhere.

Stay here with me.

Safina, listen.

If someone looks for me and I'm not found in my quarters,

it'll raise suspicion.

I'll be around. Don't worry.

You anyway travelled half of Dhaka by yourself.

-No, no. -You're a strong girl--

I'm not strong!

Okay?

I'm not strong.

You wait here.

Yes, sir. We're looking.

We are looking for her, sir.

Our men are all over.

-Don't know, sir. -Who saw her?

Open the door. Move aside.

Where is the girl? Where is the girl?

Come out. Hey, you.

Go and check that room.

-Yes, dada. -Shaan, where are you?

I've been calling you since last night.

I was out drinking, dada.

Okay, listen. Don't come to work today.

Freddie is still angry, and his people are everywhere.

-Understood? -Got it. Thanks.

Are you hungry? Should I get something?

Imarti?

Imarti so early in the morning?

Didn't your mother scold you?

I'm getting a sandwich. Please eat it.

And don't leave the room in my absence.

Rs. 20 for 250 grams.

Okay, here.

Come, one by one. Thank you.

I'll give you 250 grams.

-Hello... -Hi, it's me.

Just checking in.

Is the child safe?

Yes. For now.

-When will you reach? -1:30 p.m.

We have intel that they are searching for the girl.

Yeah, I've been careful.

I'm using a temporary SIM card to call you.

Okay.

From where should I pick her up?

I've hidden her in the hotel's under-construction wing.

You meet me 100 metres away from the hotel's back entrance.

Okay.

How will you get her out of Dhaka with so much checking happening?

That you don't worry about. I have a plan.

Just get her passport and send me a scan.

I don't have access tonight, but--

I can get it from the guest register...

Her passport... Passport...

Hello... Hello?

Hello. Can you hear me?

Do you have network?

Hello?

Yeah, my network is full.

Hello. Is everything okay, ma'am?

Hello.

Get the kid out of there!

Get the kid out. We are compromised.

My phone is tapped.

Fuck!

Security, check upstairs!

Go!

You are the manager?

Yes.

See the statement is...

Safina Kidwai,

wife of Fakhruddin Rahman,

stole jewellery,

and before getting caught... she committed suicide.

Sign here.

But... that bag and jewellery was not with the body.

-It wasn't there? -No.

You know everything?

Were you there?

-What's your name? -Nasser Loshkar.

Yes, let's go. Come to the police station.

Come!

Come!

Give it to me.

Here.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Hope my colleague Megha is taking good care of you.

Yeah.

My name is Shaan. I am the night manager here.

If there is anything at all you gentlemen need,

please don't hesitate to get in touch.

Sure.

Mr. Gurvinder, we'll need your ID.

Pinto sir, you are still here?

The sun's already set,

and the Old Monk at home must be waiting for you.

No, Shaan. No monk or teacher.

I've to listen to the lectures from my principal at home.

On top of that, this late-night booking.

Important guest and hundreds of tantrums. I'm almost done.

-Should've told Megha to do it. -No, no, no. It's a VVIP.

Landing in a chopper.

Can't take a chance with Mr. Shailendra Rungta.

Shailendra Rungta?

Yeah...

Yes.

Shipping tycoon.

Wine has to be Louis Roederer Cristal.

Whisky has to be Yamakazi.

We need to take special care.

And...

Shaan.

Shaan!

Hand over this package.

You'll handle it, right?

Yes, sir.

Welcome to the White Flower Resort, sir.

My name is Shaan Sengupta. I am the night manager...

at your service.