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Where are you?

I came to the bank for some work.

Don't disclose too much.

Remember what needs to be said
and how much.

The journey of Himmat Singh
is an interesting one, sir.

You know what,
let's plan this dinner some--

Stop being such a bore.

Let me deal with this first.

Don't be a bore or give me excuses.

We'll find that bloody Maninder.
Let's go.

Himmat!

Surprise!

What a pleasant surprise?

-Hi, Saroj.
-I told you.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

The house...

You've decorated the house
beautifully, Saroj.

-Really nice.
-Thank you.

You can tell me also.
Even I have contributed.

I know your contribution.

You must have brought that bar.

Absolutely not.

Vijay and I together chose everything
in this house.

He's truly the best.

Heard that?

What?

You proposed to her
half an hour before me in college.

I see.

If my university specials
weren't delayed,

then I would be in your shoes.

I see... and I would've said yes?

You're breaking my heart, Saroj.

Right into that.
Okay, guys, do you want some?

-No, thanks.
-This...

Saroj, ask him why he was
making excuses. Ask him.

What?

You didn't want to come.

That's not the case.

You two look
so good together, Saroj.

I don't want to jinx it.

Enough drama, you drama queen.

Here we go. Come.

By the way...

do you have a girlfriend yet,

or are you still looking
for the perfect one?

What girlfriend.

He's lying, Saroj.

Anita Sharma,
Sub-Editor, Statesman.

We're in intelligence, buddy.

Are you serious?

When are you introducing her?

Come on.

Well... we're on a break now.

No excuses.

Fix a dinner plan
and introduce her quickly.

No excuses.

Date?

Date?

-She's busy--
-Himmat! Give me her number.

I am confused.

So, Saroj isn't
Himmat Singh's wife.

No, sir.

But, as per records,
Saroj is Himmat Singh's wife.

Yes, sir. That's right.

Do you have Crocin?

Do you need one, Chaddha sir?

No.

Send one.

You continue.

Then I called Himmat sir.

Oh, God...

Stop it, you two.

-Hello.
-Sir, Abbas.

Yes.

Can you come to Paharganj
right now?

A new passport office
has opened up here.

Yes, I'll be there.

I'll text you the address.

-That's him, sir.
-Sit!

Sir. I'll talk, sir.

I will tell you everything.

Incredible.

Great.

Show me your hands.

Both of them.

They are fucking shorter
than the Law.

How long have you been doing it?

12 years.

Never got scared?

Only once before this.

When was that?

Last week.

Tuesday.

Coming!

Who?

Khatri sir sent me, Mondal sir.
He must have called you.

Come in, quickly.

Where to?

London.

I need a passport, a visa and
all travel-related documents.

When?

Saturday.

That's too urgent.
It will cost you extra.

Yes, that's okay.

You'll have to dress
like a Sikh man.

Okay.

Rs. 2 lakh, 100% advance.

Call him tomorrow morning.

He'll collect your signature
and photo.

Thank you, Mondal sir.

You'll forget my name as soon as
you leave from here, understood?

What are you staring at?
Understood?

Understood.

But you will also forget
my face, Mondal.

If someone comes looking for me

and you remember my face or name

and you tell him anything,

then I'll personally...

visit you once again.

Sorry.

But maybe an officer will come
looking for me in a few days.

And if you're as scared
as you're now,

then tell him everything he asks.

Otherwise, he'll make you feel pain
while you experience fear.

-Yes.
-Understood?

Yes.

Yes.

Good.

At least thank me for the tip.

Thank you.

No problem.

When was the flight?

Saturday.

1:00 a.m.

Sir?

How did Maninder know
you'll be coming here?

We had an op in Dhaka.

And, as for my limits,
protein boy,

-I'll show you.
-Hey...

Where are you going?
Stop!

Fuck!

Boss, wait.

You're making a mistake, boss.

No...

What are you doing?

Sorry, sister-in-law.

Maninder and Himmat sir

were two sides of the same coin.

So, Maninder fled to London
with R&AW's sensitive data.

And to catch this rogue officer,

Himmat Singh
is pressed into action.

Yes, sir.

But to know
why Maninder went to London,

you must know Indian Navy officer

Commodore Chintamani Sharma's
story, sir.

Why?

Was there a fire in his life too?

Yes, sir.

And the stage was set
three months ago in Moscow.

In the year 2000, we bought

an aircraft carrier
from Russia for Rs. 1.5 billion.

This occurred exactly 3 months
before the Maninder incident.

Two of our officers,

Commodore Chintamani Sharma

and Captain Asfaq Hussain,
arrived in Moscow

to supervise the refitting.

[speaking Russian]

Between Natasha Petrova's
bending over and getting up,

Chintamani sir was destroyed.

In my 20-year career, no one's
ever told me how to do my job.

So, please let me do my job.

Hi.

Hello.

[speaking Russian]

I am sorry.
I don't understand Russian.

Oh!

You know, it mean...

You work hard.

Thanks.

And I thought that maybe
you need a coffee break.

Coffee break.

That's really kind of you.

He couldn't believe his luck
when he was told

that Natasha will be
his local translator

as long as he's in Russia.

I have the contract, so maybe...

I'll call you.
I'll call you back.

-Hi.
-Hi.

You work so hard again.

Have a coffee break?

[speaks Russian]

I learnt Russian for you.

Thank you.

When Natasha would bring coffee
for Chintamani every morning,

he'd forget that his three kids
and their mother

are eagerly awaiting his return
in Colaba.

Was Chintamani there
to inspect the carrier

or was he inspecting Natasha?

Thank you.

Your name is so funny.

Why?

Chintan-Money.

Can I call you C?

Yes, of course. I am C.

Yes!

You're so cute.

The bottom line was

no one realised when
a 1.5-billion deal turned to 3 billion.

I missed you so much.

Chintamani sir came back to India.

And on the day he was compiling a CD
of the best romantic songs,

his direct line rang.

Commodore Chintamani.

Hi, C.

Hey, love. How are you?

I have great news for you.

Is it? I'm listening.

I'm pregnant.

Are you still working hard
these days?

Chintamani first broke the CD.

Everything was calm
for a few days.

Then Chintamani received an email,

which had an attachment.

He downloaded them.

Photos and trojan
downloaded together,

and Chintamani's office computer
was compromised.

Commodore Chintamani.

Hi, C.

Do you like the photos?

Good God, that's terrible!

Yes.

Natasha was a sparrow.

A what?

Himmat sir explains it better.
I'll try.

You must be aware of
espionage and sexpionage.

-Not much.
-Of course.

But you wouldn't know that,
years ago,

in Kazan, Tatarstan near Moscow,
situated along the Volga River,

the KGB had opened State School 4

where they would train
Bolshoi ballerinas,

cinema and theatre actresses
to be female spies.

From seduction to assassination.

After their training was completed,

they would receive
the title of Sparrow.

Natasha Petrova
was one such Sparrow.

[speaking Russian]

Have a coffee break?

Chintan-Money.

Oh, God.

Chadha sir, did you know all this?

Of course. It's an old story.

Abbas, will you come back
to the story?

Sure.

Next day, Himmat sir learnt
of a new development.

Sir?

Come, Himmat.

Indian Navy officer
Commodore Chintamani Sharma

lied to everyone yesterday
and left for London.

His official statement
was that his mother is sick

and he's travelling to Kanpur.

But he's unaware that,
since our aircraft deal value doubled,

he was on the IB's watch list.

But IB lost him yesterday morning.

They seized his computer
and found it to be hacked.

Backdoor trojan.

He got honey-trapped,
and I fear

he's passed on
highly classified naval secrets.

But the confusing part

is that the Naval Commodore
wasn't on our Blue database.

Sir, Maninder is in London too.

Vijay, you have something for us?

Yes, sir.

I was looking at
the Colombo High Commission

HC Counsellor Vinayak Shukla's
recent state dinners' photographs.

This girl has been clicked
in some of the photographs

with the visiting dignitaries.

When I checked the guest register,

I found a name and an address
which were fake.

Karishma.

Then I shared these pictures
with the inter agencies,

and we got these photographs
from one of their databases.

These were clicked
a year ago in Bangkok,

and the guy sitting with her
is Sankalp Choudhary.

And, sir, look.

Alan Fuller, CIA-KGB double agent?

Yes, sir.

Sir, and... this is very bad news.

Sit. Sit down.

This is the same Sankalp Choudhary

who used to handle
Alan Fuller's India operations.

They used to run
an international intelligence

and secret data retail outlet.

If you needed any classified intel
on any political leader,

armed force leader, businessman,
kingmaker in the world,

then these two
are the guys to go to.

You just had to give
a name and money.

Choudhary would initiate a gather,
and Allen would sell.

Then they had a rift,
and Sankalp became independent.

Now there's a fierce competition
between the two.

Sankalp keeps growing more powerful
and dangerous,

and what makes him
extremely dangerous

is his network of spies
and his methods.

Especially honey-trapping.

Sankalp learnt these KGB traits
from Alan.

He's used women to destroy reputations
of individuals and establishments.

British Parliament
in the late '80s,

French diplomat in China.

German scientist,
Swiss businessman,

an international cricket team
in Cape Town.

Sir, Sankalp Choudhary's track record
has been 100% successful.

Which team was it?

-Sir--
-Actually, don't tell me.

I still love the game.

But if Chintamani isn't
on our Blue database, then--

Exactly, sir.
Allen honey-trapped Chintamani.

Now Maninder will intercept
that intel

on behalf of Sankalp Choudhary
and steal it.

Sir, the pattern
is absolutely clear.

Maninder and this girl
work for Choudhary.

Maninder sends the list
of Indian officers and targets

from the Code Blue database
to Sankalp Choudhary.

Nearly 150 VVIPs' details
are on that list.

Since these targets are
already under surveillance

and Maninder knows their schedule,

Choudhary doesn't face any trouble
to compromise them through his spies.

Where is Choudhary these days?

Don't know, sir. But we must
immediately execute two things.

We've to stop Chintamani in London,

and we've to get this girl
in Lanka.

-Himmat?
-I agree with Vijay, sir.

Any leads?

Sri Lankan SIS has tracked
this girl in Galle.

She's staying at a boutique hotel
as a tourist,

and I think she's trying
to lie low for a bit.

Sir, I'll get this girl.

And Maninder?

Sir, we must apprehend
Chintamani immediately.

Maybe Chintamani can lead us
to Maninder.

I'll get him, sir.

Careful, Himmat.
This is getting complicated.

You chose the girl first
and are sending me to London,

and now you're telling me
to be careful.

That's because
you can't handle girls, buddy.

Get lost.

Timing.

I'll be on the flight
when you land.

-Text me your local number.
-You too.

-All the best.
-All the best.

Hi, how are you?

I'm good. And you?

Good. I'm stuck.
I got a new assignment.

Are we meeting tonight, Himmat?

I was going to call you, Anita.

What?

I have to travel to Lucknow.

What?

Well, a dealer conference
has come up suddenly,

so I have to go.

Himmat, you are going to miss
my birthday for selling soaps?

No, no, no.
We'll celebrate your birthday.

We'll celebrate your birthday
when I come back.

There's no written rule to
celebrate birthdays on the same day.

What is your problem, man?

First, you disappeared
for six months.

Then suddenly you called yesterday,

saying, "Anita, I'm coming
to Delhi just for your birthday."

And now, when I'm calling you,

you say you have to go
to Lucknow for some conference.

What do you want? Tell me.

I want you, Anita.

Shut your trap! Go to hell!

Hello. Anita.

Hello...

Shit, man!

-Himmat Singh?
-Yes.

Would you please come out?

Come with us.
We'll bring your car along.

KEEP EVERY DREAM IN EVERY BREATH
EVERY DESTINATION IN YOUR ARMS

VICTORY IS YOURS
JUST KEEP YOUR TARGET IN SIGHT

YOUR LEADER

This way, sir.

Sir.

-Get my appointment from Santosh sir.
-Yes.

And hurry up with whatever
documents need to be signed.

-I need this file ready.
-Sure, ma'am.

-Hello, Himmat.
-Hello, ma'am.

Sorry for calling you like this.

No problem, ma'am.
I am used to it.

-Send some tea, Mr. Mishra.
-Sure, ma'am.

Come.

Thank you, ma'am.

I read your file, Himmat.

I'm very impressed.

It's sad that officers like you

have to suffer because of politics.

That doesn't hurt, ma'am.

It hurts when the country suffers
because of politics.

True.

Let's come to the point.

As you know, I'm the leader
of the opposition, Himmat.

Elections are around the corner,

and maybe the tide's in our favour.

You're being modest, ma'am.

My analysis says you'll get
a landslide victory.

Analysis can be wrong, Himmat.

And the ruling party
is leaving no stone unturned.

They are getting very desperate,

and they're misusing all the machinery
they have at their disposal.

You're aware of that, right?

I'm sorry to say, ma'am, but...

when your party was in power,
even you all--

But not to this extent, Himmat.

You see, ma'am,
some people have a bigger appetite

while some settle for less.

The least corrupt or greedy
shouldn't be the only option for us.

Maybe that's the only truth
you are left to learn, Himmat.

In politics,
a better option maintains balance.

Anyway, I'm in a problem, Himmat.

And in my view,
you're the only person

who can solve this problem for me.

Please elaborate, ma'am.
I'll help you in any way I can.

Do you know Avinash?

-Yes. Your son.
-Yes.

He's the president
of our youth wing,

and he'll have an active role
to play in the upcoming elections.

Obviously, the ruling party
knows this too,

and maybe that's why,
last month

when Avinash went to the Bahamas
with his friends for a vacation,

they saw this as an opportunity.

Avinash and his friends
were travelling incognito.

That's a precaution we all take.

And yet...

Himmat, do you know why
this film's leading lady is Chinese?

Because you and your party

are strongly condemning
Chinese trade policies.

And right before the elections,

if your son is seen
with a Chinese woman,

then your government will crumble
before it's formed.

And, of course, this scandal is enough
to end Avinash's political career.

I heard Commodore Chintamani Sharma
was in a similar case,

which you're investigating
conditionally.

Yes. Did you get
any blackmail calls, or...

No.

I got this CD through
registered post yesterday.

Can you help, Himmat?

And anyway, you're on suspension,

so technically you're not
on government duty.

I'll try my best, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ma'am, I'd like to see
the entire film.

Himmat, believe it or not,

people like you
maintain balance.

Yes.

Vijay, add a Chinese to the list.

Oxford Street.

Natasha.

Natasha.

C.

-I missed you so--
-Please.

Come.

Why are you so grumpy?

Promise me
you'll never contact me again.

Only if you say please.

Please don't ever contact me again.

Ouch!

It hurts when you say that.

But okay.

I promise.

Negatives?

I will destroy it
when they check this out.

Promise?

Promise, love.

Please!

No more fun?

No.

Bye.

Hello. Packet, please.

I don't want to hurt you.

Packet.

Really?

The fuck.

So, the Sparrow died?

Yes.

I had a problem with the name
from the beginning.

It's a very delicate name,
isn't it?

So, Maninder intercepts Natasha,

then kills her.

Then he steals the information
and sells it to Sankalp Choudhary.

Then what does Sankalp do with it?

We'll come to that soon,
Chaddha sir.

Let's finish this chapter first.

Yes, continue.

Yes, aspirin.
Please send it to my room.

Who?

Room service.

-Excuse me, Commodore.
-What the hell?

Who are you?

I am asking you.
What the hell is happening here?

Is she gone?

-Who?
-The Russian agent.

Sir, I'm from
the Indian government.

Has she left already?

Yes.

When did she leave?

About 3 hours ago.

Did you share anything
with her today, sir?

I am sorry?

Chintamani sir, did you share
anything with her today?

How the hell do you know?

Sir, we're losing time, please.

We must catch her immediately.

This is not about you, sir.

-What...
-If you have...

What a bloody mess!

My whole dignity.

No, no, sir. Please sit down.

-My whole bloody dignity.
-Sir!

Sir, please. Sir!

Sir, open the door.

Sir, please.

Sir, please.

Sir... I'll take care
of all this, sir.

Sir, please open the door.

Sir, I'm here to take care
of all this.

Sir, please.

Sir, nothing will happen to you!

Open the door.

Just trust me, sir.

Sir...
Sir, please open the door.

Sir!

Sir, please open the door!

Sir.

Sir, please open the door.

Sir!

Sir, nothing... I'm here.
I'll take care of all this, sir!

Sir, please.

Tell my wife...

that I'm sorry.

Sir, please open the door.

Sir, please.

Oh, fuck!

Sir?

Who is it?

Your aspirin, sir.

Please. Don't shoot.

Oh. So, you get scared also?

Whom do you work for?

Whom do you work for?

I get details on the phone

and an advance in my account.

The account gets settled
when the job's done.

What's your name?

Names keep changing.

Do you know Maninder?

Maninder who?

Sankalp Choudhary?

I'm not Vinayak Shukla.

I don't have time for this drama.

Your name's Vijay Kumar, isn't it?

And your friend Himmat Singh
is in London, right?

Can I give you some advice?

Get the fuck out of here!

And tell your friend
to drop this case...

if he's still alive.

Hello.

I was late.

The exchange was already done.

Commodore Chintamani shot himself.

Now?

Don't know. I don't have any leads.

No worries. I have the girl.

I'm leaving for Delhi.
I'll interrogate her there.

She knows way too much.

See you.

Himmat Singh, I have missed you.