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Hey, you there! Stop! Stop!
No, no, this way! He's getting away!

-Come on, quick!
-This way!

Stop!

-Stop, you asshole!
-You there, stop right there!

He's going that way!
We're gonna get you! Stop right there!

Hey, stop!

I told you to stop!

Where are you going?

Sir, I swear on Allah.

I swear, I'll tell you the truth.

-Speak.
-Umm…

He's a very senior officer
in the Pakistan military.

I know that he's involved in all this.

-Name?
-I don't know his name, sir.

I told you everything I know.

Naushad Ahmed.

Brigadier, Pakistan Army.

He's the one who manages
nearly half of the network on our behalf.

I need to meet him in person.

Okay.

He's got family relations
with the ISI chief, Murtaza Malik.

And this is his network.

Naik.

Whenever army officers
travel on the Karachi highway,

they stop at Gulnaz café for a meal.
Naik runs it.

And this is…

Junaid Khan.

This is Rafiq Ahmed, aka Sukhbir.

He's a R&AW agent.

Sharp guy.
He's from some village in Amritsar--

He's from Pathankot.

I recruited him and sent him here.

Oh.

He's now become
one of Karachi's top brokers.

He has offices all over Pakistan.

Rafiq manages investments

for a lot of officers
from the Pakistan army.

Black and white, both.

And among his key clients
is Rizwan Ahmed Chaudhary,

one of the most corrupt officers
in the Pakistan army.

A lieutenant colonel.

His income mainly comes
from smuggling arms and ammunition

and not his salary.

And he routes this illegal profit
to the stock market,

and it's all through Sukhbir.

Sorry to disturb you, sir.
There's an important message from Delhi.

All the feeds
from Junaid's station are missing.

We've been trying to contact him

for the last few days,
but we can't get through.

What?

Junaid is just a cutout, right?

Yeah. He has no idea
that he's been working for Naushad.

This is not normal, Vishnu.

The ISI is active.

-You can't meet Naushad right now.
-I have to meet him.

-But how on earth are you--
-I can't meet him in Pakistan.

But we can see each other
outside Pakistan, right?

The nuclear facility is our top priority.

I told you people several times
we shouldn't meet in person.

Despite that, what are we doing here?

It was too risky to meet in Pakistan.

And you think it's not risky here?

Not as much.

Naushad, we appreciate
everything you've done for us.

And I'm not asking you for all the details
of your nuclear program.

I need very specific intel from you.

It shouldn't be hard
for someone in your position.

Consider this job your last.

Stop stringing me along like a damn child!

I know very well
that if I don't play along,

you will threaten me
about releasing those photographs.

I'm not going to release the photographs.

I'll simply go and inform the ISI
about everything you've done for us so far

along with complete proof.

They'll neither spare you nor your family.

Bastard, I'll kill you if you try to--

Naushad, calm down.

Killing me won't get you your freedom.

You only have one way out of this mess.

Just do this job for us.

I promise, I'll get you and your family

new names and identities

and relocate you
safely to another country.

I know it's ugly, but that's the job.

All you need to find out is the location
of the new nuclear facility.

Sir!

Sir, this Karachi case…

Sir!

Please come.
Security arrangements have been…

-I don't want any mistakes.
-Yes.

Naushad sir!

Show me yesterday's entries.

What brings you here?

I wanted to meet the Secretary,
but he's, um, not in today.

Sir…

We have strict orders, sir.

No one is allowed to leave from here
without being searched thoroughly.

Are you serious?

If Sufiya finds out that you searched
her beloved older brother,

you'll be answerable to her, not me.
Don't forget that.

You know, I'm just doing my duty.

Thank you.

723.

Sorry, sir.

Sir…

What's that, sir?

This?

Just a pack of, uh…

…cigarettes.

May I take a look, sir?

Seems like it's full, sir.
And it looks imported.

Hmm, quite sharp!
I'd bought these from Switzerland.

I'll definitely get you some
when I go back there.

Sir, if you don't mind,

can I have one, please?

Sure.

What's wrong with you, Naushad?
What are you doing?

You're wasting
such an expensive cigarette on him.

Sufi has made him give up smoking.

Murtaza, in spite of you being here,
why am I being searched like this?

Sir…

Please, forgive me. We have intel.

There's a top officer in the military
who's leaking information.

Anyway, you should leave.
Aren't you getting late?

Duty, sir.

Rashid, look, I think
they're a newly married couple.

Yeah, when you're newly married,

the husband holds
his wife's hand and all the bags.

What do you say, Ghulam?
You are also a newly married man.

Why don't you tell us?
What do you think of this?

-Oh, please, what can he say?
-Why not?

Holds his wife's hand at home
and brother-in-law's briefcase here.

Rashid, you are really funny!

Sir.

Who's holding what and where?

It's all right, sir.

These sad bachelors were trying to decode
the dynamics between married people.

-Hmm.
-Sir, he looks like quite a simple guy.

He just looks simple.

But he's not.

I've enquired from the Delhi embassy.

He's definitely working for R&AW.

I want you to give him a warm welcome.
Don't make any mistakes. Be careful.

Of course, sir.

Usually, when a husband
and wife go out shopping,

the husband carries the bags.

-Yes.
-Yes?

Oh, sorry, let me.

-Thank you.
-This way. Let's get some fruits.

I've seen you eat more fruits
from this man's shop,

than all the food I've made for you.

-That's not--
-We still have some at home.

Yeah, but fruits are good for you, right?

-One kilo apples, please.
-One kilo?

Come on, these are fresh.
They bring them from Kashmir.

Why didn't you give us the red ones?

First of all, his prices are so high,

and yet you insist
on buying all your fruits from here.

Ma'am, don't get upset with Sir.
Here, just for you. It's from me.

See that? He's giving you a free apple.

-There you go.
-Thank you, sir.

-You drive a tough bargain, huh?
-So?

You know what I mean.

You go into a fixed-rate shop
and walk out with a 50% discount.

Everyone in the market
is terrified of you.

Really?

Vishnu…

We're in a hostile territory.
This is bound to happen here.

We can't raise a police complaint

even when things like this happen with us?

Mohini, I really don't want
any unnecessary attention in Pakistan.

That's why I don't complain.

To these people,
every diplomat looks like a spy.

Once they are convinced
that I'm not really a spy,

they will stop harassing us.

And if they don't get convinced?

Because…

I really don't believe
that you're a diplomat

whose work is to just write reports.

Look, Mohini…

Mohini, my work is confidential.

Even if I want to, I'm not allowed
to share these things with you.

So, don't share anything!

It's confidential, right?

But just tell me one thing.
Is your work dangerous?

When were you planning on telling me this?

I didn't tell you because deep down
I genuinely felt it was better that way.

For you, for me
and for the safety of our country.

This is your life.

You made this decision.

This is your choice.

Why wasn't I given a choice, too?

I'll put it in the kitchen, don't worry.

Take this.

-All okay?
-Yeah.

Okay.

Here.

I think it's time
to get in touch with Vikram.

-Mr. Dewan the Dependable?
-Hmm.

We're stuck in Pakistan,
dodging whatever is thrown at us,

while he's making
the most of his international posting.

It's not all fun.
He's on a mission after all.

Europe has become the most dangerous hub
for international arms smuggling.

And Vikram is operating
right in the middle of it.

And he's on his own.

For the past three years,
he's been tracking

every big and small arms deal in Paris.

Undercover as a tourist guide?

Yes.

He has successfully completed
every mission assigned to him so far.

That's why Kao sir
calls him "Mr. Dependable".

Let's talk business, okay?

Charles, let's lock the deal today.
You're okay with it?

What you are asking for
will require a lot of money.

Money is not a problem,
Charles. Trust me. Believe me.

Since when do Pakistanis
not think about money?

Charles, let's do the deal.

Can you deliver the goods?

That's Charles De Claude, sir.

French arms deal broker.

And the South Asian man with him is Bilal.

A Pakistani arbitrator.

Uh… I want more on these men, Vishnu.

Find out more about this arms deal.
There's something we're missing over here.

Right, sir.

We've already reached out to Vikram
to keep an eye on them.

Okay. And how's Pakistan
treating you otherwise?

Very well, sir.

Their hospitality is quite overwhelming.

In fact, sometimes I feel like
I'm on my honeymoon,

not a job posting.

And Naushad? Any updates?

He's desperate.

He really wants his freedom at any cost,
from us and Pakistan.

He'll find out
where the nuclear facility is,

however difficult it may be.

We'll leave
as soon as we get our passports.

What's going on?

I'm your wife. I mean,
it's okay to share this with me, right?

Tabassum, the less you know right now,

the better it will be for us
and our children. Trust me.

You're… you're suddenly
talking about leaving Pakistan.

Should I be worried?
Please tell me, are we in danger?

I said, don't worry, there's no danger.

How are you, Altamash?

-All good?
-Yes.

What is this you're reading?

-Oscar Wilde.
-Yes.

What is wrong with you? You wanna sit
at home and read books all day. Huh?

You are a young man.
Get out there. Have some fun.

-You have friends or not?
-I do.

-Hmm?
-Yeah.

Do you have a girlfriend?

-Please, Uncle, you always ask me--
-Come on, you can tell me anything.

Listen, the new passports and tickets
are on the way. Everything will be fine.

It's just a matter of a day or two.

Try to understand.

Hello, Naushad.
Sorry to disrupt your romance.

How are you, Murtaza?

I'm good. Thanks for asking.

These suitcases?
Looks like you're packing for a long trip.

-We are just--
-Not packing, but…

unpacking actually.

My lovely wife couldn't find
her favourite dress.

So we've turned the house
upside-down for it.

I'm so sorry.
That means I am interrupting.

You should now continue
your search mission.

I just dropped by to give you
an invite to Rukhsar's birthday.

Come on, we didn't need
a formal invitation.

-You didn't need to take the trouble.
-I didn't have a choice.

Rukhsar gave me an express order.
I couldn't have said no.

Now that you're here,
have something to eat.

No, no, not today.

I have to go all over Islamabad
delivering these invites,

and after the relatives,
I have to go to Aabid sir's house.

-You're going to see Aabid sir?
-Hmm.

Oh, in that case, I'll help you with that,
because I'm going to meet him.

-I can hand over the card to him.
-You sure?

-Yeah…
-Because if you forget, I'm a dead man.

Why don't you deliver the other cards?

I'll take Aabid sir's card for you.
Give it to me.

All right, fine.

You two better get back
to your search now, yeah?

See you, take care.

Take care.

-How are you, Shami?
-I'm good, sir. Thanks.

Uh… is Aabid sir at home today?

Sir is not at home.

Oh, hello, Naushad! How are you?

What a pleasant surprise!

So good to see you, Mrs. Khan.
How are you doing?

All well, by the grace of God.
How about you?

I'm well, thank you.

What brings you here?

I have this, uh, invitation that Murtaza
has sent for you and Aabid sir.

It's his daughter's birthday,

and he would really like
if both of you could come.

Oh, this is lovely, Naushad.
We will definitely be there.

Okay, then. I'll take your leave.

If Aabid sir was here,
I would've stayed for longer,

had a cup of tea, and a nice long chat.

Why don't you stay?
I'll get your cup of tea.

Aabid will be back home soon. Shami!

Oh, no, no. Not Shami!

I'm only staying if you make
your special ginger tea for me.

I won't take no for an answer.

Naushad, make yourself comfortable.
I'll go make the tea.

-Thank you.
-Shami?

Who is it?

Uh, hello, Mrs. Shankar?

Yes?

Of course, Vishnu hasn't told you
anything about me.

I'm Murtaza Malik.

Is he home right now?

No.

That's strange.

No sign of him or his intelligence.

Anyway, I got a little something
as a wedding present

for the newly married couple.

I hope you'll accept it.

Would you like to come in?

Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

I'm sorry for disturbing you
at such an odd hour.

Here, uh… Congratulations!

-Can I get you some water?
-Uh… sure, thank you.

-Here, I'll… I'll put this on the table.
-Thank you.

-That's a beautiful photograph.
-Yes.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Our wedding photo.

Do Vishnu and you work together?

No. Not together.

But the same line of work.

You can say that, uh…
I'm his Pakistani counterpart.

Hmm?

Like, uh, we are colleagues

-but on opposite sides.
-Oh, I see. Okay.

Yes, yes, yes.

I… I'll take your leave.

Just say hi to Vishnu for me.

-Sure.
-All right, goodbye.

Would you like some sweets?

My gosh! Have you made this?

-Yes.
-It's very delicious.

Sandesh with fresh jaggery.

I didn't realise you speak Bengali.

I do.

Oh my!

-It was a part of Pakistan.
-Hmm.

But listen, you have to…
you have to give me the recipe for this.

And in return,
I'm sending you some Lab-e-Shireen.

I'm absolutely sure
you're going to love it.

-Lab-e…?
-Uh…

-A sweet dish with milk and vermicelli.
-Ah! Yes.

It must be… difficult for you
with new people around?

To be honest,

everything seems quite fine.

But ever since we have moved here, the--

Mosquitoes aren't giving us any peace.

We close all our doors,
and yet they find a way in.

Welcome, Mr. Shankar.

Amazing!

There's a wife who's made delicious sweets
and she's waiting for you,

and here you are,
neck-deep in documents. Very busy.

What can I do?
You're keeping me on my toes.

Really? Well, in that case,
you're free from now on.

Well, anyway,
we'll see each other more often.

I'll take your leave.

And, uh, we take really good care
of guests in our country.

We keep an eye on them.
You'll never feel alone.

That's a little present for you.

For the newly married couple.

Hope you like it.

I'll see you.

Goodnight then.

Bye.

Your friend seems nice.

I enjoyed meeting him.

Let's open it?

What is wrong with you? Open it carefully.

Sometimes, a present is just a present.

We are ISI, not R&AW.

SUHANA GARMENTS

We have intercepted a signal at 78 Hertz.
Connect me to the cypher division.

Cypher division?

-Take note.
-Yes, tell me.

Three, two…

…nine, eight…

…seven, four…

…five, six.

What are you doing here, Tabassum?

Please go inside.

Go on, I need a minute.

Hmm.

Sir.

I want this message decoded. Right now.

Come on. Quick, quick, quick! Hurry up!

Hello? Hello, hello, Murtaza speaking.
Can you hear me?

Hello, sir?

Give us the location of the transmission.

Sir, it's a short-burst communication.

In these situations,
we can't track the location.

There has to be a way.

Sir, in short bursts, it's impossible
for us to detect the location.

If the transmission had lasted
a little longer, then…

Send me the receiver's location.

-Do you have that? Please.
-Yes, sir.

Hello, sir? Sir, the receiver…

the receiver
is in sector F-7 market in Islamabad.

The receiver is in sector F-7 Market.

There are about 10 to 15 shops there.
Open every shop and do a search.

-Be careful.
-Check inside.

-Found anything?
-No, sir!

Check that one as well.

Search thoroughly.

-Found anything?
-No, sir.

Search each and every corner.

Sir, this was in there.

Sir, we found the exact location
of the receiver.

He's operating from a fabric store
in the market, sir.

Ghulam, keep an eye on this shop.

And be vigilant. I wanna see
who comes here for the intel.

-Salaam, Rafiq bhai.
-Walekum.

-Hello Rafiq! Haven't seen you in a while.
-Hi, Adnan, all good?

I was in Islamabad.
I have an office there.

Islamabad?

Wow, you're going places.
You've opened so many new offices.

You are the real stock market king, Rafiq.

SUHANA GARMENTS

Just hold on.

Where are you running away?
What about my money?

-Excuse me!
-Yes?

-Do you know where this is?
-That way.

Ah, thank you.

Come, quick!

-Quickly get him. Catch him.
-Come on!

We'll get hurt. Let's go.

Hello?

-New station chief?
-Sukhbir?

Recognise me? Vishnu Shankar.

What the hell are you doing here?

-No doubt, everything is fucking crazy.
-Why? What happened?

Do you know how close I was
to getting caught today?

If I hadn't spotted those agents in time,

my body would be rotting
in some gutter in Pakistan,

and you'd still be switching soaps.

If you're done venting, get to the point
and tell me what has happened.

That, uh… that… Waqar!

-Waqar got caught.
-What?

Waqar got caught, motherfucker!
Waqar got caught!

He's going to tell them everything.
And who will be next? Me.

Vishnu, you have to get me out of here.
I can't do this anymore.

Sukhbir, first, I want you to calm down.
Nothing will happen to you.

Fucker, I've been here four years!

You've barely been here for 4 days.

-Stop telling me what to do!
-Enough, Sukhbir!

You've been here for four years,
and you still don't realise

that Waqar was just a cutout.

He doesn't know anything
about any of our operations.

Damn, it's really shocking how you all
just move on from one person to the next.

What's stopping you
from doing the same to me?

-Tell me, Vishnu.
-Listen, Sukhbir.

First of all, calm down.

Now listen to me carefully.

It will work out well for both of us

if you stick to your routine
and carry on like nothing happened.

What… what did you just say?

You're asking me to carry on

like nothing happened?

Do you know what it feels like
to come to an empty home?

My mother's been waiting for me
for four years.

I haven't even called her
once in four years? Do you know why?

Because I'm worried,
those ISI bastards will trace the call.

Vishnu, I don't even know
if my mother is alive or dead.

And you're… asking me to live
like nothing has happened?

My head is so messed up that I can't tell
if I really love the girl I've met,

or it's just another way of getting intel.

Don't fucking tell me what to do.

It's easy to give commands
when you're sitting safely on a chair

with a diplomatic passport
to hide behind. Okay, Vishnu?

I live in constant fear
that I'll say something wrong

and someone will figure out
that I'm not a Pakistani.

-Listen--
-I've had enough!

Useless new station chief!

Ah, Rizwan sir,
Assalam Wa Alaikum. All good?

Wa Alaikum Assalam. Yes, all well.

-Please, come in.
-This is Mr. Khan.

-Assalam Wa Alaikum.
-Wa Alaikum Assalam.

-All okay with you, Rafiq?
-Hello, Naseem.

Ah, yes, sir, I'm doing well.
All thanks to you.

To me or to the army?

Oh, come on, sir. To me, you are the army.

I always say that heaven has angels,
and we have… Rizwan sir.

Didn't I tell you, Mr. Khan?
He's really fond of me.

Okay, listen, Rafiq, Mr. Khan wants
to know more about bonds and so on.

But I don't really understand
these things… finance and all. So…

I wanted you to explain it
to him in detail. Okay?

-But, Rizwan sir, right now--
-Rafiq, stop being difficult.

I know we came over suddenly.
But I brought something to bribe you with.

-Your favourite chickpea curry.
-You shouldn't have, sir.

Naseem, set the table.

"Set the table?"

Do you know how hard
I worked to make this?

You make it sound
like this curry is a child's play.

First, I soaked the chickpeas overnight,
then I boiled them,

-then made the paste--
-Oh, stop it already!

You're going to give us the whole recipe?
You know how childish you sound.

I think you'll only grow up
once you're married and gone.

I'm not getting married anytime soon.

There she goes again! Come, let's sit.

Rizwan sir, why did you have to be
so mean to her?

She'll be okay.

-Mr. Khan, the thing about bonds is that--
-Where do you keep your pots?

They're on the top shelf.

The thing with bonds is that…

-they are actually simple--
-But I can't find it.

Just a minute.

-No problem.
-Yeah, sure. No problem.

-Are you understanding it?
-No, not really--

Can I get some tea for you?

-No, thank you.
-No, thank you.

Can't you see this big pot right here?

Yes, I can see everything.

But… can't get what I want.

-Naseem.
-Hmm?

If you do get it,
you won't be able to handle it.

Please! Looks like you can't
handle things. Not even my brother.

That is because I respect him,

not because I'm afraid of him.

Not afraid?

-Rizwan bhai--
-Yes?

Would you like some pickle?

Yeah, sure.

Stop it. You'll get me in trouble.

Naseem, I've told you so many times!

-Don't get involved with me.
-Mm-hmm?

Find a nice army boy and--

Naseem, are you crazy? Be careful!

Come on, it was just on the cheek.

You really want to know what's crazy?
I'll show you when we're alone someday.

-Naseem…
-Hmm?

-This is my office.
-So?

Stop this.

Please don't.

Ri… Rizwan sir,
I have three types of pickles.

Mango, turnip…

-or would you like the chilli pickle?
-Just get them all.

I don't think Naushad knows
that his intel has not reached us yet.

What about Naushad's passport?

Anjum should have sent it by now.

-Yes, sir?
-What's happening with Naushad's passport?

It's ready. Just needs to be delivered
to the record shop.

No, there won't be a delivery.
You give it to me.

Okay.

-I'll handle it myself.
-Handle it yourself?

Vishnu, there's no word on Waqar.
Junaid was caught red-handed.

And Sukhbir…
he barely got away with his life.

We can't take a risk with you, Vishnu.

If we're worried about taking risks,
then we're in the wrong line of work.

We need intel
on their nuclear program at any cost.

So we'll get what we need.

If you're safe today,
you'll get another shot tomorrow.

Naushad's in grave danger right now.
What do we do about him?

-Come on, Vishnu! Naushad is a--
-Pakistani?

All this while, we've been blackmailing
him and getting our work done.

That doesn't mean he's our slave.

I'd promised Naushad one thing…

He'll get his freedom
in exchange for the intel.

A new identity and a new life.

And I won't go back on my word.

Sir, passports.

Hmm?

Sir, we managed to decode
the intel we got from Waqar.

Looks quite serious, sir.

Ghulam, this information was, uh…
supposed to be top secret.

Apart from me, only four people knew this.

And just a handful
of other people could have had access.

Who, sir?

Colonel Muzammil…

Sarfaraz Khan, Faizal and, uh…

Aabid.

I want them under 24-hour surveillance.

All of them.

Where they go,
who they meet, what they do.

I want to know everything, in fine detail.

Sure, sir.

Where are the passports? You told me
that they promised them to you.

I'm sure that there's some confusion.

It's possible that they never received
any information from me.

What's this?

It's a movie ticket. Night show.

At the Odyssey.

Adhikari happened to mention that

there's a new film playing
at the Odyssey theatre.

Yes. The Living Corpse.

Oh, so you know about the film?

Yes. I've always loved watching films.

Do you know…

when we were kids, Papa would take us
to watch a matinee show every week

to our favourite theatre.

If you'd like, we can go
and watch a film tonight.

No, thanks.

Papa, I don't want to eat this.

I want macaroni. I don't like meat.

Rukhsar, you eat what's there.

You know, your father doesn't care
about anyone else apart from his country,

neither you nor me.

Why would you say such a thing?
Stop brainwashing the child.

Papa, all my friends
go on holidays every year,

but you never take us anywhere.

We can't do anything about it.
That's how my work is.

Really? Uncle Naushad also has a job.

But still, he's taking Rubina
on a surprise holiday to Europe.

Rukhsar, you shouldn't spread rumours.

You'll make the angels angry.
Who told you this?

They're definitely going.
Rubina told me herself.

They've even finished packing.

Hello, Naushad. These suitcases?

Looks like you're packing for a long trip.

-We are just--
-Not packing, but…

unpacking actually.

I swear, I'll tell you the truth.
He's a very senior officer

in the Pakistan military.

Murtaza, in spite of you being here,

why am I being searched like this?

We have intel. There's a top officer
in the military who's leaking information.

Hello, Rubina? Uh, is your Papa home?

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