Original subtitles

Our scientists don't experiment on mice, but on Indian prisoners of war.

Virat, listen to me carefully.

This virus is much deadlier than we thought.

-We have to stop this, Virat. -I will.

Hello.

Major, your spy will be hanged to death this time.

You won't be able to save him.

If you get caught, how will we deal with that?

They won't have a clue.

We'll enter Pakistan and bring Kshitij back from under their noses.

First of all, we need to make a super sexy,

safe and awesome plan to get inside.

That pen drive isn't on Kshitij. Nor is it in the lab.

Jaffer will try to get rid of any links connected to Kshitij.

Security is very tight.

I'm going in as soon as I get the chance.

Just make sure my escape plan is ready.

(mobile phone ringing)

-Hello? -Tina.

How are you?

How can I be okay while Kshitij is not safe?

If everything is on track,

we will get Kshitij out of there tomorrow.

-Have some faith. -I do have faith, dude.

But,

every now and then, I get this weird feeling

that something bad is going to happen.

I made a promise to you, Tina.

I will keep it.

Whether I come back or not,

Kshitij definitely will.

No, Virat.

My unborn daughter and I are both waiting for you.

I want you both back, safe and sound.

Will you be the godfather to our child?

I'd love that.

So would we.

Now go and get my husband back, okay?

I will.

I will.

Ma'am, did you order food?

No, I didn't.

-(taser buzzes) -(guard screams)

(Tina) Oh my God, oh my God! Help!

Help!

(alarm going off)

Smita, Anuj!

Help! Help, help, help!

(gunshot)

Lock it down right now!

(sobbing)

Where's Anuj?

He should have been here!

(knock on door)

(Faizal) Sir.

We've increased security at every possible entry point in the jail.

Today's date...

carries great significance for Pakistan.

Negligence will not be tolerated.

Sir.

Negligence will not be tolerated.

No matter where you enter from,

you'll leave in a coffin.

Attaboy.

-Virat. -Hmm.

This is your jail ID and appointment letter.

(serene music)

Whatever happens to me, I don't care.

But India cannot lose.

I'm not worried about my own life.

Kshitij and the rest,

only you can bring them back safely, Mother.

(computers beeping)

(electricians arguing)

(mobile phone ringing)

-Hello? -Hello.

-Am I talking to Sehmat's dad? -Yes.

Sehmat has been in an accident.

I'm taking her to Nadeem Hospital.

Please get there immediately.

Have?

I will have. You start.

(disconnected tone)

(both chatting)

The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable.

-(Mickey) So you'll come? -Definitely.

(phone ringing at other end)

Hello, Nadeem Hospital?

Yes, has there been an accident victim admitted into the hospital?

By the name of Sehmat?

I'm not sure about her name, but someone was just brought in.

It seems quite serious. Who's speaking?

(engine starts)

Hey, move!

(muffled scream, groans)

(whistling)

Hey, Sagar!

The bathroom is clogged!

(electricians continue to argue)

(system powers on)

And we're live now.

What?

Virat is in Pakistan?

Peace be unto you.

-Peace be unto you. -Greetings. Who are you?

Uh, a new transfer from Adiala Jail.

Mr. Faheem has been informed.

-ID? -Yes.

Junaid Aziz. Here's the transfer letter.

-Wait here for a minute. -Yes.

(busy tone)

I'm busy.

I AM BUSY. EVERYTHING OKAY OVER THERE?

SIR, HAVE YOU OKAYED A NEW TRANSFER FROM ADIALA JAIL?

Junaid Aziz...

HIS NAME IS JUNAID AZIZ. LET HIM IN.

Come in.

Abbas, I'm in.

Sagar.

I've done everything perfectly.

Good.

-Any issues for you? -No, everything's great.

-I'm sorry, Sagar. -Huh--

(electricians continue arguing)

-Sagar. -Hmm?

No one will suspect you.

You're a brave man.

Thank you for helping.

Thank you. Hmm?

Balli.

Now.

(electricians continue arguing)

-Balli. -Balli, where are you?

Balli, what the fuck?

(Abbas) Balli?

(electricians still arguing)

Abbas, where's Balli? Balli, what's happening?

Balli, you have to cut the electricity.

We did our jobs. Do yours, Balli.

Back away, inside.

Abbas.

Balli, what the fuck is going on? I'm in!

Balli, Virat is waiting. Cut the electricity!

Balli, cut the power now!

Balli, cut the electricity!

You know what, your plan is messed up!

Guys, we'll be fucked.

Hey, watch out. Move!

(military officer) Dear God!

Yes! (laughs)

(door buzzes)

-(prisoner 1) Huh? -(prisoner 2) The door's open?

(prisoners clamouring)

Hey!

Time to give the surprise, Jaffer.

You have increased security,

but I'm going to use your own prisoners.

(prisoner groans)

(prisoners yell)

(pandemonium ensues)

Kshitij.

Take it easy, brother...

I'm here. I'm here.

Hey, how's Tina?

She's not mad at me, is she?

Oh, not at all!

Come back to Mumbai.

You're going to get beaten up more than you were here.

It's a booster dose. It'll show results in 10 minutes.

Be brave till then, okay?

And here are your clothes.

Huh? Let's go.

-I'm Sehmat's father. -What?

Where is Sehmat?

There is a young girl admitted, but we don't know her name.

Yes, Abbas, tell me.

I'm right here. Don't worry.

(phone rings)

Actually, this hospital didn't have space,

so they took her to another, Christian Hospital.

I couldn't get through to you, so I waited here.

-Thank you so much. -You should rush there.

Yes.

Sagar! What happened?

I don't know what is happening to me.

(cries) I was tied up, I was beaten...

(liquid sloshes)

Riots have broken out in the jail.

Come on, hurry.

Run!

Keep watch.

Look over there.

Come on, come on.

Are you okay? Okay.

Ready for war?

Come on, come on.

(prisoner grunts)

Come on, almost there, almost there.

Come on, come on, come on.

Close the door!

-Brother? -(operator) Aslam?

Call Mr. Faheem, quick!

Sir, I've been trying him for a while.

It's constantly busy!

What's his emergency number?

Find it quickly. We don't have time!

Sir.

Abbas.

Faheem has another phone.

They're going to contact him. Tell Bhavna to get out of there. Now!

(busy tone)

(Bhavna) Mickey, my work here is done.

As soon as you get a chance finish your date and go home.

(phone ringing)

(operator) Hello, sir?

Rickshaw!

Waste fellow.

(phone ringing)

(Abbas panting)

(prisoners yelling)

We got this.

Die, assholes.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Wait, hold the gate! You, go inside!

Be alert, they have weapons.

Stop! He needs to be taken to the hospital!

-(Virat) We made it. -(Abbas) Cabin crew,

stand by. Landing in a few minutes.

Oh, yes!

I have saved you again.

Come on.

Let's go. We're almost there.

prisoners grunting

Abbas, abort landing. Abbas?

Abort landing.

(Abbas) I repeat, abort the landing.

Shit!

Anyone else wants to run?

Are you done playing around?

Everyone back to your cells. Go.

-Go! -(officer) Move.

Inform high command that the situation is under control.

-Activate the press. -Sir.

(phone ringing at the other end)

(phone ringing)

Major. Bakshi.

-Yes. -It was a good surprise.

But the tragedy is that

the monkeys you sent across turned out to be novices.

No worries.

Now you can sit back and watch while I strip India naked on TV.

What's the rush?

You can die after a few days.

It's fake.

Don't worry. We'll draw real blood soon.

You put up a good show.

You almost pulled it off.

Sorry, I got in the way.

It's your prize. You can take her.

Do whatever you want with her.

If she can walk after that, please pass her on to the others.

Sir.

Move!

(guards) Move.

Sir, if they present Virat to the media,

it'll become an international issue.

We should take some action, sir.

What action can we take sitting here? There's no chance.

Now Virat will do what he has to do.

(prisoners cheering)

Kshitij, are you okay?

(prisoners continue cheering)

Sir, I made a mistake, sir.

Those people gave me money and got me here under false pretences, sir.

I didn't do anything, sir.

Sir, please let me go.

You made a mistake.

Now you will have to suffer the consequences.

Sir, please, sir. I come from a good family.

My family will be waiting for me.

I...

Please...

Let me go, sir. Please, sir.

I'll leave--

Save your energy. You'll need it.

So before the performance (laughs),

why don't we introduce the dancers?

Jameel Sheikh, 2015.

Gurdaspur Bus Stand attack.

Three civilians and six policemen were killed.

Faizal Akhtar.

Kokrajhar, Assam, 2016.

Fourteen civilians dead.

Abdul Ali.

Nagrota attack, Jammu and Kashmir.

Seven soldiers martyred.

Salahuddin, 2017, Amarnath Yatra attack.

Eight dead, eighteen injured.

Murtaza, 2019 Pulwama attack mastermind.

And Rehman, 2019 Jammu bus stand blast mastermind.

Three dead, 35 injured.

And I,

Indian commando Virat Singh,

am here to avenge all those deaths at once.

(laughs) Dance!

(music playing on stereo)

You're going to scream and yell a lot today.

(Faheem groans)

-(glass shatters) -(Shabana groans)

(Faheem groans in pain)

(pants)

(choking)

(yells, groans)

You used that hand on Kshitij, right?

Now you won't be able to use it on anyone else.

-(grunts) -(yells in pain) (bones crunch)

Oh.

I forgot about the interest.

-(groaning) -(chuckles)

You like unzipping your pants a lot, right?

Now there won't be balls...

(howling in pain)

...and there won't be...

You know the rest.

(prisoners yelling)

(metallic clang)

(prisoners continue cheering)

(Virat screaming)

(yells)

Yes!

-(yells) -Fantastic.

Don't move.

Or I'll make a permanent statue out of you.

(Virat yelling)

(neck snaps)

(choking)

(both yell)

(choking)

(cheering again)

(yells)

(bones cracking)

-(Virat grunts) -(prisoner yells)

(Virat screams)

Anybody else?

Who wants to try my manhood?

They're all scared shitless.

-Let's leave. -Sir.

The press is here. What should I tell them?

Tell them a father is a father.

(Kshitij, Bhavna and Virat) Glory to Mother India!

(all cheer)

(laughs)

(cheering)

The sixteen Taliban terrorists

were trying to escape Sahiwal Jail by starting riots.

But thanks to Jaffer sir taking immediate action,

we shot them down within minutes.

-Thank you. -(reporters) Sir, sir.

(line ringing at the other end)

(phone rings)

Colonel Jaffer.

I was just watching the news.

How's your health?

By killing India's most wanted terrorists,

you have finally fulfilled your responsibility.

Thank you so much.

Your efforts in improving relations between the two countries

will be immortalised in epic poetry.

Major.

You've kidnapped an ISI colonel.

You will bear the brunt of it.

Colonel, if anyone's going to be bearing the brunt, it's going to be you.

-(Virat chuckles) -And...

I wanted to give you some advice.

Don't go to the International Court of Justice with a complaint.

How will it look when you tell them

that India carried out a covert operation

and embarrassed you yet again?

(Virat laughs)

(Bhavna and Kshitij laugh)

Yes!

(theme song playing)

(whistles)

Forget about Pakistan,

you won't even be able to cross Sahiwal's boundary.

Challenge accepted.

Run as far as you can.

You will come back to us to die.

Col. Jaffer, you should pray that we never meet again.

You won't get this VIP treatment then.

I'll bury you alive.

(whistles)

Challenge accepted.

(clock ticking)

(In unison) Cheers!

Drink up. But it isn't time to celebrate yet.

Only the first part of the mission is over.

The next part, which is tougher,

is still left.

(Kshitij) Virat's right.

The real mission is destroying the lab.

It will always pose a threat to India.

Besides,

how can I refuse the opportunity to kill two dozen terrorists?

(everyone laughs)

-(male voice) Peace be unto you. -Peace be unto you as well.

Your own guy was here, and you didn't even know.

Great going.

I'm surprised too, sir.

I didn't even know.

They kept me in the dark till now.

But don't worry.

I will notify you of every development from now on.

India keeps defeating us.

A defeat will not be tolerated this time.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

They will try their best to destroy our lab.

I don't care how many men we lose, none of them can remain alive.

Godspeed.

Long live Pakistan, sir.

(Virat) Jaffer, say goodbye to your lab.

Try and save it if you can.

(In unison) We are coming!