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

There she is!

Catch her!

Hey, watch it!

Aliya!

Taliban insurgents entered Kabul,
Afghanistan's capital, on Sunday.

Chaotic scenes were witnessed

at Hamid Karzai
International Airport in Kabul

as thousands of people
tried to flee the Afghan capital.

Allahu Akbar!

Panic amongst so many.

They believe maybe they can
get on to civilian aircraft.

As the Taliban move into Kabul,

western countries are moving out.

A former ADF interpreter
was actually shot in the leg.

These scenes from Kabul
are absolutely heartbreaking.

It was absolute mayhem and
chaos today at the Kabul airport.

Gurung.

Man, mission, task?

What are we supposed to do?
He must have said something.

No.

Just told us to assemble here.

He'll update us on arrival.
Start loading.

Loading.

I am here,
but your friend's nowhere in sight.

The man behind you in a yellow shirt,
playing with his grandson.

That's him.

Right.

Excuse me.

Shalom, Mr. Avigom.

Shalom.

Is the old man listening?

Always.

Behrouz Hosseini.

Hezbollah agent.

We've been hunting him
since 13th February 2012.

Our embassy officials
in four different countries

were targeted on the same day.

Georgia, New Delhi,

Azerbaijan and Thailand.

He was a ghost till yesterday.

We now have intel that

the US have identified him
as an HVA in Kabul

and plans to get him out of there.

We asked the CIA about him,
but they denied it.

Still...

we have confirmed intel
that he is at the airport.

Mr. Hosseini, you can relax now.

You are safe.

I will feel safe

when I am out of
this godforsaken place.

Funny when you hear that
coming from an Iranian.

When am I flying?

Before midnight.

Midnight?

You guys don't understand.

They will track me down
and bloody kill me.

Mr. Hosseini,
we are Task Force 1-194.

Do you know what
we are better known as?

What?

Task Force Bastard.

Now just calm the fuck down!

What kind of a name is that?

Bastard?

I don't know whether
I should be scared or flattered.

Why is that?

Mossad wants me to do their laundry.

Why would the best in the world
need an outsider?

Crunched for time.

Hate to admit that you can
go in quicker than we can.

And yes, the money is good.

How good?

Obscene.

What do we do?

Let's understand this correctly.

He wants you to go to
Taliban-controlled Kabul,

enter the NATO-controlled
Kabul Airport,

find the Hezbollah agent who is
currently in the US military's custody

and neutralise him.

Interesting!

What do you say, Doctor?

I say let's do it.

It'll look good on the profile.

Let's do it then.

Yes, Mr. Avigom.
We are on.

The coordinates are in there.

We've pinned them down.

And...

What's this?

Your payment.

See you, Mr. Avigom.

Shalom.

Gurung.

Hi, boss!

Rawat.

-Looking good, boss.
-Thank you, Sangodkar.

-Avinash, been a long time!
-Yes, Buzz.

WTF!

That, my friends,
is Behrouz Hosseini.

Okay.

So, is this good news or bad news?

There is another word in English.

Worst.

It's a simple in-and-out, boys.

Our target, Behrouz Hosseini,

is going to be in a radius
of 500 metres from where we land.

On landing,
we split into three teams.

We'll be in the US-NATO force gear.

We will find him and kill him.

Got it?

Let's time.

ETA 1 minute.

Bakery located.
I repeat. Bakery located.

Bakery located.

-Copy that.
-Approaching Bakery.

Alpha One, come in.
All clear.

Maintain position.

Who are you?

So, what we have heard
all these years is true.

You are the Freelancer.

Hello, Mr. Kamath.

Mrunal has been asking for you
for the last few days.

Mrunal has been asking for you
for the last few days.

Mrunal has been asking for you
for the last few days.

I knew you were going to come.

How?

Two minutes before,
there was a rainbow there.

Mrunal, it has not even rained.
How did you see a rainbow?

Right.

Maybe I was hallucinating.

Must be the medicines.

Had lunch yet?

I will have it with you now.

The food here is yuck.

How are you?

I mean, how are you doing?

If I say I am doing better,

will you believe me?

If you say so.

I still remember
some things, Avinash.

Some I cannot remember at all.

And some of them
just hit me out of the blue.

I can't decide
whether it's all real...

or if I am just delusional.

It feels strange.

Well, that's because
you are getting better.

No, Avinash!

I am better!

Why do you say,
"I am getting better"?

I am better. That's why
they let you see me.

I am absolutely fine.

I'll be home soon.

I am fine.

That is possible, Avinash, isn't it?

Absolutely.

How about some coffee?

Caffeine is bad for me.
I told you that.

You forgot again?

How will you take care of me
when I am back home?

Or will you just leave me and go...

like before?

Tea? Juice?

Trying to run away again?

You don't like to be with me.

Go!

It's what you've always done.

That's not true, Mrunal.

I've been waiting
to see you since yesterday--

And what about the years
I've been waiting for?

Mrunal, you knew
the man you were marrying.

You are no longer
the man I married, Avinash.

The things you can do...

the man you turned into...

how it would affect us...

and our family...

I had no idea about any of it.

It's okay, Mrunal.

It's okay.
Everything will be fine.

Hello. Any news about Aliya?

No, Sabeena.

But now the job will get done.

Don't worry.

I'll hang up now.

Copy, sir. All secure at gate three.
Gate two, come in.

Show me your application.

Keep your passports
and applications out.

Go on.

Stop! Stop!

Press it.

Call the bomb squad right now.

A man has been shot down
at the US consulate.

Is he a terrorist?

BOMB DETECTION AND DISPOSAL SQUAD
MUMBAI

Please stay back. Stay back!

Please stay back. Stay back.

All clear.
No bullets found.

Take care. See you soon.

Hmm.

Yes, tell me.

Check CNN. Immediately.

Okay.

The authorities are still unclear

about whether this ex-cop,

identified as one Inayat Khan,

actually wanted to storm
the American consulate

at the Bandra-Kurla Complex
in Mumbai.

The empty gun
found on the assailant

has baffled the cops.

And they are wondering why
he chose this manner and venue

to commit suicide
in such a bizarre manner.

Sources are yet to confirm

whether this was a terrorist attack
or a suicide?

Go!

Bhonsle!

You were a goner today.

Don't talk about favours.

It's our job
to look out for each other.

Here.

We are down to desserts,
and they are still on their drinks.

Which laddoos are these, Sabeena?

They are best
for your current state of health.

I'm giving you a jar full of these.

You will give birth
to a healthy baby.

These are so good!

You had a close call today.

What if I had missed?

Promise me.

Promise me that,
if anything happens to me,

you will look after Aliya
and Sabeena.

You are drunk.

Promise, promise, promise.

What are you two talking about?

Nothing.

Just making a new
police insurance policy.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This is your captain speaking.

We are now making our descent

towards Mumbai Chhatrapati Shivaji
International Airport.

Thank you for flying with us.

Cabin crew to prepare for landing.

Your first time in India, sir?

Enjoy your stay.

Next!

Yes.

I wasn't in touch either.

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

Aliya got married?

Hmm.

I'll call you back.

Uncle!

Uncle!

Aliya.

No, I am very upset.

Why? What's wrong?

Every morning I'm sent to school
with two uniformed cops.

And they escort me
all the way to my class.

The kids make fun of me.

What do they say?

They tease me by saying,

"Here comes the kindergarten cop."

Why don't I drop you off
at school tomorrow?

Not in uniform but in plain clothes.

Let's see
who makes fun of you then.

Yay!

Everyone's going
to be freakin' terrified!

It's okay. Don't worry.

You are a cop's daughter.

Bad language is in your DNA.

What was the rush
to get her married?

She turned 21.

Not the same eight-year-old
you met the last time.

She'd come back from Singapore
a month ago after her graduation.

Mohsin is the youngest son
of the Fazal family.

No, I'm sorry.
He has a younger brother.

They have a prominent
recruitment agency in Malaysia.

They have a branch in Mumbai.

Aliya and Mohsin met in Singapore.

In college.

They fell in love.

The family has been in Malaysia
since the '80s.

One of
the well-known families around.

Inayat inquired with some people,
who knew both our families.

After all, the kids
were immensely happy.

We had no reason to disagree.

-Everything seemed fine.
-I do.

Do you accept?

I do.

They got married on
the 22nd of last month.

Both of us really wanted you
and Mrunal to be there.

But we couldn't reach you...

Then?

Then the post-marriage rituals
and celebrations happened.

Everything was normal.

We went to the airport
to see them off.

Aliya, Mohsin,

his two older brothers,

their wives, the baby
and Mohsin's younger brother.

Eight people.

That was the last we saw Aliya.

The next day,
Aliya called Inayat, saying that

they had suddenly changed
their course to Istanbul

for a family vacation.

Hello, child.

Have you landed in Dubai?

We are in Istanbul.

Huh? How did you end up there?

It's a wedding gift from Khalid.

Great.

Hold on. Let me put you
on speaker. Listen.

She sounded very happy.

She called us every day.

Then suddenly one day
all their phones went off.

No further traces on social media.

This drove Inayat mad.

The number you have called
is currently not reachable.

The number you have called
is currently not reachable.

We spoke to the Indian and
Malaysian embassies in Istanbul,

but they couldn't find a trace.

They were completely off the grid.

Inayat assumed
what could have happened.

I did call them--

Why don't you get it?

It's been a week
since I have spoken to my daughter--

He tried everything.

He even spoke to his department,
but they just frustrated him.

We cannot help you with this.

Your daughter
went there voluntarily.

In fact, this is very common
in your community.

What do you mean by "my community"?

-He's the guy I spoke to you about--
-Jai Hind, sir.

I am Inayat.
Retired from the force.

-I contacted the foreign ministry--
-All right, all right.

-Later.
-Sir, I have this file. Sir!

We had no resources
to find out anything.

They made him run around in circles.

Inayat knew he was losing time.

Two days ago,
Inayat left home early,

and we spoke at 11 o'clock.

Any news about Aliya?

No, Sabeena.

But now the job will get done.

Don't worry.

I'll hang up now.

I sensed something bad
was about to happen.

Why did he have to do it, Avinash?

Sabeena, please.

Please.

He said,

"Only one man
can get this job done.

"But...

"he won't just show up."

If we had any contact with you,
Inayat would still be alive.

If he would have had any contact
with me,

he would have been dead long ago.

How could you two not see this?

These days, people do due diligence

even before hiring
a driver or a maid.

This is your daughter
we're talking about.

As I said, everything was normal.

Everything seemed okay.

Don't know how and where we missed.

That boy Mohsin...

Where did his family stay in Mumbai?

Excuse me.

Whenever Mohsin's family
came to Mumbai,

they would meet and
greet everyone around.

Later on, they stopped
coming to Mumbai frequently.

This time when they flew down
for the wedding,

their behaviour was quite strange.

They rarely spoke
or met with anyone.

And they were with
Aunt Farhat the whole time.

Who is Aunt Farhat?

Maybe a distant relative.

In fact, she's always
connected to everyone.

She keeps giving out invitations.

Where does she stay?

-Greetings.
-Greetings, son.

-Aunt Farhat's house.
-Take the next lane.

Thank you.

It was a lovely wedding.

She is a beautiful girl.

Married to a decent family.

They own a successful business

in Malaysia.

Are you a cop?

No. I am family.

Actually, we can't get
in touch with any of them.

All their phones are switched off.

Really?

You are very close
to Mohsin's family.

That I am.

Alhamdulillah!

I only deliver His messages,

and they listen.

What kind of messages?

It's beyond your understanding.

Do tell.

I'll try.

I am an educated man.
A fast learner.

Don't be afraid.

What's your name, son?

I just asked your name.

Don't be afraid.

It was just an invitation.

A piece of advice
to choose the right path.

My duty is to remind them.

We met for the first time
in Malaysia.

I was longing to hear
the familial language.

Then suddenly one day I met Asar.

Asar.

The older brother's wife.

Saiyma.

Isn't that Aunt Farhat?

Yes, that is Aunt Farhat.

May the peace, mercy
and blessings of Allah be with you.

Greetings, Aunt Farhat.

You've stopped visiting
our house nowadays.

Honestly speaking,
I don't like visiting anymore.

Why?

You've distanced yourself from God.

Does this exhibition suit a Muslim?

You may not be aware
of Azab-e-Qabar.

The life we live is short.

It will be over before you know it.

But the journey from your grave
to paradise is too long.

The longer your list of sins,

the more punishment you'll face.

You can't imagine the repercussions
on doomsday.

Learn to practise purdah.

Teach your husband and his brothers

the ways of Shariat and Hadith.

I am merely extending an invitation.

Return to the true path of Islam.

What we mistake as reality

is a simple and corrupt life.

A Muslim's true destiny is paradise.

Women may not get there
through their deeds,

but men can easily achieve it
through martyrdom.

I heard her husband was a wise man.

I told Asar to speak to him.

Make him understand

that even his life has a purpose.

You must be travelling
abroad frequently.

Malaysia, Indonesia, Kuwait, Qatar.

I have five stacks of passports.

Which organisation
do you recruit for?

Mister, I have no connection
with any organisation.

I do what my faith tells me to.

Even I know

giving invitations is not a crime.

I can offer one to you too.

You can't do anything about it.

They are not little infants
whom I misled

or handed them a ticket
and told them to go there.

They went voluntarily!

Understood?

Dr. Khan, where are you?

At home.

I'm on my way.

Mohsin's sister-in-law was the first
in the family to get radicalised.

Then she brainwashed her husband.

And then the rest
of the family members.

Aliya was always kept in the dark.

Perhaps because,
being a police officer's daughter,

she would be a tough nut to crack.

This was very well planned
and executed.

But I don't care
about their politics.

I just want to bring Aliya
back home.

Sabeena said there was no change
in her dressing sense or habits.

Nor was anything bothering her.

The projection was the entire family
was headed to Malaysia.

The narrative changes
at the airport.

Give her the wedding gift now.

Mohsin, every time I visit Dubai,

I stay at the Atlantis.

And you have to see
the dolphin show.

And I'll take you
to this Lebanese joint too.

Okay.

You'll be surprised
at the things I know in Dubai.

I can't wait to go on our honeymoon.

We'll do all that.

But I have a surprise for you.

Here. Look at the boarding pass.

Istanbul?

That's the surprise.

Huh?

A gift from my brother, Khalid.

We're heading to Istanbul,
not Kuala Lumpur.

We will spend a few days
with the family,

and then it's going to be
just you and me.

Why did they go to Istanbul?

Istanbul is ISIS's favourite pitstop

on their way to Syria.

Gaziantep or Mardin.

Why take Aliya to Syria--

ISIS has been active
in the last six months.

They have started a new wing.

ISJP.

Asian funding
and recruitment have begun.

New routes have been
opened up through Istanbul.

That's why they chose Istanbul.

If I am not mistaken,

they have already begun prepping
in Syria to welcome the family.

Which one is the pilot?

Where is he now?

Istanbul.

Here.

We have cash.

But why aren't we using cards?

Cash is cheaper.

Cards have unnecessary charges.

I see.

You seem pretty concerned
about these now.

I have to be
a little responsible in life.

They must have received instructions
to leave no paper trail.

No use of phones,
debit or credit cards.

When it's about anonymity,
cash is king.

What according to you
would have happened next?

I don't know.

But nothing good, I presume.

It's not allowed to enter
the mausoleum uncovered.

Okay.

No phones either.

Is that so?

Also...

pack all the bags.
We're staying there overnight.

-Hmm? Okay.
-All right.

Mohsin.

Mohsin, keep this--

Where is the cab guy?

He was having trouble
with the brakes.

The pickup is coming.

Aliya.

As-salamu-alaykum.

Wa-alaikum-salaam.

All secure at your end?

Yes. Alhamdulillah.
Everything is good.

Here.

Thank you.

Yes.

-Mohsin.
-Yes?

Why are tourists being checked here?

We weren't checked anywhere else.

Because this place
is near the Syrian border.

Oh, God!

-Is this dangerous?
-No, no.

It is still Turkey.

We'll be reaching the hotel soon.

You can go.

Yes, Mansoor. All well?

Alhamdulillah.

-Courier arrived.
-Good.

I have heard of great progress in
your section of the Wilayah Al-Hind.

You are doing well.

I believe you have new recruits.
And great ones.

By Allah's grace, yes,
and we have a pilot.

Several able-bodied men
and women are coming our way.

There's a new bride too.

Allahu Akbar.

Keep up the good work,

and let us take this battle
to the finish.

Victory will be of the virtuous.

Where are we headed now?

The other shrine.

But tomorrow morning.

Why are we suddenly
on this religious tourism?

Asar wants to go.

And making fun of such matters

is not right.

We went shopping and sightseeing,
didn't we?

And we still have our honeymoon,
don't we?

Mohsin.

There is no network here.

I am very uncomfortable here.
Where are we?

Everyone thinks
the Khilafat is dead.

But we haven't lost yet.

We have risen again.

A large ISIS group escaped
from Kherwan jail last year.

We are fighting back.

We're going to rural Syria.

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

We're reclaiming our Islamic State.

We're going to Syria?

Shh!

Glory to Allah.

Remaining and expanding.

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.

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?

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.

Aliya and I.

We'll go
to the biggest medina of Raqqa

and execute this attack
in the most crowded part.

My wife, Asar.

She will willingly agree
to this sacrifice.

We are lucky that

Allah has blessed us
with such an opportunity.

Do you know him?

He was in the police force.

Dad's colleague.

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

managed to send a text
through to her father.

She has taken these pictures

and will give more information.

Trying to inquire
about your daughter

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

Aliya.

It's me.

Aliya.

Aliya, please calm down.

And listen to me very carefully.

Uncle.

I can't.
You have to come and help me.

Aliya, someone might hear you.

Papa is no more.

I will die too.

They will kill me too.

Nothing will happen to you, Aliya.

I promise.

I didn't know that they would--

I know the details.

Your mother told me everything.

I've got nobody to help me.

You will help yourself, Aliya.

Are you sure you are in Syria
and not on the Turkish border?

Yes.

Good.

I'll guide you from here

and get you out of Syria, Aliya.

But you must help yourself.

There is not just one government.

There are several.

Some governments want them
to settle there.

Others want to stop them
from doing so at any cost.

CIA needs information on
the new pockets in the second wave.

About the terrorists,
their funding,

their exact locations.

Everything.

You will give me that information.

And in return, they have promised
your safe extraction,

through US Forces.

Aliya, I'm personally
negotiating everything.

You just need to listen to me.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Remember, Aliya.

If you get nervous and lose hope,

then you'll make a mistake
and get caught.

Then nobody will help us.

We have no choice.

You need to stay calm.

And I know you will.

You are a brave girl.

You will help me and yourself.

And together we will get you out
of that hellhole.

I just want to come home.

And you will.

The pictures you sent earlier
are useful, but not enough.

Aliya, where does your family work?

What roles are they assigned
by the ISIS?

I will need all the details.

Based on that, I will tell you
the further course of action.

Go out as often as you can.

Note down street names
and building numbers.

Every important detail.

And share with me on text at night.

Any information on them

is going to be our currency
to buy your freedom.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Aliya, you'll be my eyes
and ears in there.

And I promise you
everything will be fine.

It's three minutes.

Okay.

I missed you.

But Papa missed you more.

Hey there, Uncle!

Aliya, we'll get late for the show.

Let's go.
Come out.

We still have fifteen minutes, Papa.

Aliya, we've already extended
for an extra hour.

Let's go now.

You guys carry on. We'll join later.

I'll either fall asleep or be bored.

Avinash, she is not going to stop.

We'll join you.

-If he says he will wait--
-Okay, let's go.

Bye.

Bye, Aliya.
Uncle is going to stay here.

Hello, Vishwas.

Who?

Tell Bhalerao, sir,
Inayat and I will be there.

We'll be there in two hours.

Okay, fine.

Uncle!

Aliya.

Hey...

You okay?

Shit!

What happened?

It's nothing.

Are you here to play with me, Uncle?

Yes!

But please don't tell
your mom about this fall.

She will scold me.

She will scold me more than you.

Where are we going?

Guess?

Ice cream maybe?

You are the smartest.

Mozart.

Tchaikovsky.

Of course.

Für Elise by Tchaikovsky
is a masterpiece.

Für Elise is Beethoven's.

I must compliment you, Doctor.

You know a great deal.

Your knowledge is tremendous.

Thank you.

That reminds me.

Who is he, Doctor?

Avinash Kamath.

Even I know he's Avinash Kamath,
Doctor.

I know from airport CCTV
that he's flown back to Morocco.

But how is he linked

to the American consulate suicide case?

That I don't know.

He has no digital footprint.

No bank accounts,
no social media accounts.

It's like he's erased everything.

Sanitised.

He's a ghost.

And I learned that
this ghost paid a visit

when Dave from Mumbai Police
came to see you.

So I'll repeat my question.

Who is Avinash Kamath, Doctor?

Do you have a warrant?

Do you want me to get a warrant?

What I want you is to sip on
your whiskey and listen to music.

If you want to interrogate me,

then you must get a warrant.

Thank you, Doctor.

By the way, this piece is
the Swan Lake, right?

Right.

There is a trivia
about the "Swan Lake."

Back in 1877 when it was
performed for the first time,

it turned out to be a big flop.

But after Tchaikovsky's death,

when it was performed again,

it turned into a classic.

And your point is?

The point is, Doctor, I'll be back.

-Good night, Doctor.
-Good night.

Yeah, Avinash.

I sent a mail to CNN.

If the CIA denies assistance
and I have to choose a different path,

then the CIA cannot object.

Right.

A legitimate paper trail
has been created.

I publicly sent information to CNN.

CIA acknowledged the email.

They called, had a meeting with me,
collected the material.

Let's see now.

They want more information,

so they won't move in too early.

Or they might
not make a move at all.

They will kill the pilot
as soon as they get his coordinates.

You have to outthink them.

Fine. I'll put a Plan B in action.

Also, Farhat visited Sabeena.

We must do something
about her security.

On it.

By the way,
IB has got an interest in you.

What is the officer's name?

Raghavendra Setu.

Thanks.

Hello, Captain Brar.

Hello, Kamath. How is it going?

Going on.

Where are you?

Marrakech. On a vacation.

Perfect.

Talking shop will be
so much fun there.

What...

Is it a job?

You'll know once we get together.

So you seem to be in a hurry.

See you.

Did Dr. Janice inform you
about Saturday?

About what?

I am rescheduling our dinner
on the day after tomorrow.

I haven't recovered completely
to let you slip.

How else am I going
to pay for the dinner bill?

That's a good excuse.

This place must be
costing you a fortune, Avi.

Shut up, Mrunal.

It's only for a day.
I will be back Sunday night.

The guy is in Marrakech on vacation.

Once he leaves over the weekend,

then getting hold of him
won't be easy.

We'll have dinner on Sunday
instead of Saturday.

Okay?

Mohsin is heading
the accounts department.

He's a qualified
chartered accountant.

Khalid, Wajid and Sameer
are getting trained in arms.

Rumours are ISIS will this time
have air power too.

Sameer will guide them.

We... Mohsin and I are travelling
to Raqqa.

With Khalid and Asar.

I feel they are hiding
something from me.

-Gelis.
-Please get in.

Hey, Kamath.

Sit.

How are you?

What do you like to have, sir?

Café au lait for me, please.

Vodka-tonic for me, please.

You're a teetotaller.

I wonder
why you order it all the time?

I keep testing myself.

You won't understand.

What role do you exactly play

in ISIS's oil economy
in the second wave?

They are not obliged
to export anything.

They sell everything
within the country.

In the ISIS-controlled areas

and the neighbouring regions.

In short, they are making a fortune.

Since they sell it cheap,

we buy it too.

But export is banned.

How are you guys buying?

Simple.

Through anonymous routes.

Anonymous ownership.

Finding the real owner

in the long list of
shell companies is impossible.

How do you keep
the routes anonymous?

Doesn't the Spiderweb monitoring
system detect the vehicle?

These days phones aren't
the only things you can crack.

This was cracked too.

Doesn't your vessel get detected?

Not without the exact coordinates.

How do you return?

The same route we make documents for.

Why?

Do you have cargo for me?

Not yet.

But if I do,
where can you pick it up?

Yes. How may I help you?

Spare me the English class, Wilson.

It's you!

How have you been?

By the way, congratulations
on making it out alive.

Same to you.

I didn't know whether
you're in jail, hospital,

or someone shot you dead.

I am a small-time artist.

Why would anyone arrest or kill me?

By the way, I also serve
the country sometimes.

Remember.

Of course.

Listen, I have a requirement.

A 21-year-old Indian female's identity has
to be duplicated with another identity.

We'll need all the bona fides.

Passport, social media,
social history, et cetera.

Possible?

As easily and quickly
as you make a payment,

consider the job done.

Don't worry.

I'll get the birth certificate
issued from the municipal office.

There won't be any stand-in
for the interview.

So everything will be non-biometric.

In short, I'll handle everything.

I'll even get the visa
for your sake, buddy.

We'll need stampings as well.

I repeat. I'll handle it.

Can we find a lookalike?

Yes, we can.

Somewhere between Andheri and Juhu.

You know what?

Send me
all the images of the original.

-Okay.
-Great.

Shall I get to work then?

Sure.

Okay, my pleasure--

He hung up.

Aliya. I am going to send you
a trojan.

Download it on Mohsin's computer.

-As-salamu-alaykum.
-Wa-alaikum-salaam.

Bread.

Soap.

Are my brothers good?

Where are they?

Yeah, they have left for training
on the countryside.

I have heard good news.

Is it about...

You get your mobile phone soon

before your grand trip, Asar.

Inshallah!

Inshallah!

The little one does not seem happy.

No posting slut pictures
like old times.

Saiyma.

Do you like these restrictions?

It's not about like or dislike.

It's devotion.

Sir, Dr. Khan knows a great deal.

If a warrant is issued, then we...

Dr.Khan was teasing you, Setu.

During the onset
of the Gulf War in 1990,

he helped R&AW and IB.

He's an authority on
terrorism and war politics.

And never steps out of line.

The ATS picked him up
for questioning once.

Before the van could reach
the safe house for interrogation,

the officer
in charge was transferred.

We cannot feed this story to CIA.

We have to know more than them.

Or else, we'll look like fools.

And the doctor can help us.

Then ask him nicely.

Namaste!

Bonjour!

First time in Rabat, yeah?

-Enjoy food.
-Yes.

Hey, listen!

See if they need anything.

Keep checking.

Avinash!

Good boy.

What are your intentions,
big brother?

Looking to double up insulin sales?

I'll have to inject myself too.

A fit man like you
doesn't need this, Avinash.

In fact,
I'll be glad to watch you eat.

Please.

So... where to this time?

Syria-Iraq border.

Euphrates River sector.

Dayr Az Zawr.

It's possible.

Is the trade on?

Trade was always on.

Of what?

Dry fruit, metal, scrap, spices,

medical items,
cigarettes, and household items.

Of all the items available
in Crawford Market,

there's a special item involved.

Refugee smuggling.

It's on the rise.

Sinjar.

Exactly like the Yazidi times.

So it's possible to go.

For you, yes.

In and out, both.

It's not a quick in-and-out, Patel.

It's an extraction.

We've to extract someone from there.

Why take such a risk, Avinash?

It's my friend's daughter.

Friendship will only last
till you're alive.

You cannot be a friend
if you're dead, Avinash.

She is Inayat Khan's daughter.

I must get her back at any cost.

How did she take the bait?

The husband's family
tricked her into going there.

That's what they all say.

I talk to her every day.

She's been wanting
to come back since day one.

She only knew about Istanbul.

I'll need papers.

When and how many...

I'll let you know.

Don't tell me.

I won't deal directly.

I'll share the contact with you.

The rest depends
on your luck and hers.

I am not hungry anymore.

Sweet yoghurt?

Asif, I got a message.

This is the cell phone activity report

of all the seven numbers of the family
that the Freelancer gave us.

They have last been
triangulated in Dayr Az Zawr.

They are off now
and definitely they are

where the Freelancer says
where they are.

They are likely to switch
to new local numbers anytime now.

The Freelancer says their phones
are being returned soon.

He also indicates that four members

are intending to travel to Ar-Raqqah.

Putting in a pre-requisition
for call interceptions near Ghewiran.

This means that the Elint team
will have to figure out the best way

to tap into calls made
to and from those numbers

so that they can be recorded
and then a translator.

can transcribe
each conversation.

It will also cover text messages
and any other activity.

This linguistics team is
going to freak out with this one.

Lot of Hindi from the Hindvi Brigade.

Well, it's Hindi,
Arabic, Urdu and Persian.

What's the difference?

Ass and elbow.

Two...

Sameer.

...three, four...

...five...

Brother Wajid.

...six.

Saiyma and Aliya.

Here's yours.

Ration cards are here.

Our phones have been returned too.

As you have all proven yourselves,

we have earned a lot
of respect from everyone.

Shall we?

Goodbye.

-I'll go drop them.
-Sure, brother.

Saiyma. Be right back.

Where are they going?

On a drive.

Where can they go
on a drive out here?

And why did Khalid
buy a car?

You won't understand.

Take this.

Everyone looks very happy.

Our phones have been returned.

Now I have two phones.

You will only use the old phone.

I am sure your phones
are under surveillance.

Text me everyone's name and numbers.

Knowing who is using which number

can be useful for us.

And for the local agencies.

Delete the messages
after you've sent them.

Okay, I'll send it.

Hello.

The numbers you gave us match.

We're pleased to inform you

that we now have a modicum of trust.

Those are old and useless now.

These are the new numbers and names
of the family members using them.

The girl sent them.

We'll soon have photographs
and landmark coordinates.

That's great.

We're really making progress.

Now, if she can keep us informed

and be specific with the location,

then we will be better
placed to rescue her.

Don't you have any assets
in that area to extract her?

Well, we are mobilising them.

We need some time to coordinate any
operations with the coalition forces

and local allies
on the ground there,

which I am sure you can appreciate.

And the pilot's location is crucial,
of course.

No pilot, no rescue.

Is that what we are saying?

Naturally, we are concerned
about the threat

that a US-trained pilot poses
in terms of a terrorist attack.

Surely you understand that.

How do we know

you won't slaughter the cow
after you've milked her?

One more body in a hijab
and head scarf buried

under a collapsed structure
is not really going to matter to you guys.

It matters to me.

I mean, it matters to us.

Look, a deal is a deal.

You're gonna have to learn to trust us.

Well, now that the numbers are live,

you guys need to track the family.

Do you have the software patch
ready for me?

It's a religious gif.

The packet size is a bit large,
but that can't be helped.

Once the gif is played,
it merges into the circuitry.

Only an analyst can detect it.

Once implanted,
it has a lifespan of 30 days.

Then it just dies.

Send it to the girl.

And have her send it to
the rest of the family phones.

Then we are on.

The pilot and the family
are very important to us.

You have to make sure
that they are guarded.

Have you done the needful?

Yes, Khalifa.

The Tangier cell is on it.

Khalifa has given strict
instructions for the pilot's family.

Keep them secure and
always in your sights.

Their homes will be
searched twice a week.

Mobiles, laptops, check everything.

Starting today.

Why the sudden orders?

Khalifa says this important
family from Malaysia

is sparking interest in others.

The kind of money they brought in,

and they're making the
ultimate sacrifice for the cause.

Most importantly.

Young couples mean children.

And children are essential
for this movement.

I'll begin immediately.

As I said,

we are going to a different place.

And we're not coming back.

Look after Mohsin.

Bear him sons

who would give their life for God.

Why are we here, Mohsin?

Watch quietly.

No!

How much does Avinash Kamath know?

Farhat, their recruiter in Mumbai,
is in regular touch with them.

If Farhat gets arrested
or neutralised,

they will think you are active.

I'll have to extract Aliya
personally.

CIA has backed out.

They are only interested
in the pilot.

I'm having doubts about Aliya.

She is planning something
with Nabeela.

My father's friend.
He was in the police force.

Nabeela, he can get
both of us out of here.

I'll extract her from a place like Syria
right from under everyone's noses.

That's the CIA's concern,
and yours too.

You actually think
you'll be able to extract her

from ISIS-controlled Syria?

You have about an hour.

Is something going to happen?

The place you are calling me from
won't exist tomorrow.

Get the radio.

Stop her!

Catch her!

Aliya!

Target locked.