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New Delhi.

(tense dramatic music)

The terrorist is inside the stadium.

The outdoor ring, gallery, dressing room;

we don't know where he is.

And sir?

Where is he?

How many people are in the gallery?

Okay. Start evacuating.

Followed, sir, followed.

Come on! Move! Move!

Operation command team, check the ground's CCTV footage.

Copy. Yes, sir.

Move, move, come on!

The gallery, rooftop, dressing room, check thoroughly.

- We must catch him alive. - Come on! Fast!

Check entry point, exit point, everywhere.

Careful! Careful!

Careful!

Okay, move!

Sniper team, take position.

Bomb disposal unit, standby.

Stadium security, local police,

fire service, ambulance, everyone, alert!

Assault team, start moving!

Check every corner.

We have to take control of VIP & VVIP boxes! Fast!

Rubel, Nakul, this side.

- Sir. - Riya, follow me.

Sir.

Stop!

Come fast!

Very well done, officer.

You too. Very well done, sir.

You okay?

- Absolutely, sir. - Riya.

Sir, the response time is 9.32 minutes.

Very well done, team!

2008.

26th November.

Hundreds lost theirs lives in the Mumbai terrorist attack.

And hence, these mock trainings, mock drills aren't just vital to us,

they are priceless.

Fast, we have to build our defence very fast.

We must remember, the margin of error is zero.

The Victoria Memorial, the Taj Mahal, schools,

colleges, important stadiums;

we must conduct these mock drills everywhere so that never again

shall that incident be repeated.

Sir.

What if we don't get the information on time?

Then take a bullet.

In your chest.

Live & die for the nation. Right, guys?

Right, sir!

In these few months, since the Khoyragarh blast case,

quite a few conspiracy theories have come to light.

Who tried to kill the Hon'ble President?

Was he the only target or were there other targets too?

Who are they?

And who is the mastermind?

RAKTABEEJ 2 (The blood-demon)

Prime Minister's Office, Bangladesh.

Some people are conspiring to overthrow the government.

The paramilitary force has attacked the army.

They are killing our officers.

Our paramilitary wants their pay

to be equivalent to that of the army.

All they want is increased pay. Why loot arms for that?

Why burn documents & files vital to national security?

And why demand computer access to the Detective Department?

Meanwhile, our opposition leader Mehrunnisa is in India.

Rashtrapati Bhavan, New Delhi.

To refrain from participating in the election

is in a way boycotting the democracy itself.

We wanted to build an interim government,

and make an independent elected commission conduct the election.

The present government didn't let it happen.

This government is corrupted to the core.

And they, whose release you demanded,

for which you did not participate in this election,

they are nothing but terrorists according to police records.

What is terrorism to some, maybe a revolutionary struggle to others.

Hmm.

Madam.

Our detective department says it's an external power.

Could be a massive conspiracy.

And some of our own party members are aiding it.

Their method is exploitative politics.

Leading people to turn against their government.

You could be facing an attack any moment, madam.

(suspenseful music)

It won't be the first time.

It's happened before.

Mid-seventies.

I suffered, my family suffered.

South Block, New Delhi.

Sultana, you will be safe in India.

You can stay here for as long as you need to.

Your Bengali is quite good.

You see, I studied at Santiniketan, in the Visva-Bharati University.

I see.

Animesh.

Animesh. Animesh Chatterjee.

Have a seat.

I have chosen him, an efficient member of my party,

as your local guardian here.

Madam.

For better protection I have changed their residence.

From today, you are Mrs. Choudhury.

And what shall I call you?

Animesh da.

I owe my birth to you, Mother.

Take me in your embrace, Mother.

Take me, as everything withers.

My desires and hope remain unquenchable.

But life is withering, Mother.

Wonderful!

Lovely, Sul--

Didi (sister).

Mrs. Choudhury.

Oh, right.

I have spoken to the programming head of Akashvani.

Next week onwards

you will be working as their new operator.

(hopeful music)

This place is just like Santiniketan.

So peaceful...

So serene...

Leaving everything behind...

Leaving behind the new relationships I made here...

it's now time to return to my country.

You lost your loved ones there, aren't you scared to go back?

No.

That is my own country.

They are my own people.

How can I defy ties of love, Bhabi (sister-in-law)?

Kagjipara, Burdwan.

You know, Ma? Jamini asked me to leave the kitchen.

I wonder why.

The troublemaker is coming.

Thakuma (grandma), your food.

Is it poisoned?

Hmm? You poisoned my food, isn't it?

- What are you saying, Thakuma? - Yes.

You failed to kill my brother, so now you want to kill me.

Kanak, what did I tell you? Huh? What did I tell you?

Please eat.

Stop it.

Drop the pretense.

Hey.

You eat it first.

Come on, eat it.

- Thakuma? - Eat it!

Thakuma?

(pensive music)

Come on.

Eat it, will you!?

(retches)

Ma, you want water?

Have some water.

- Ma... - They are all trying to kill me!

God! I don't feel well!

Call the doctor!

The doctor.

Doctor.

How are you? Any problem? I'm in London now, with my daughter.

Then who will treat me, doctor? I am extremely unwell.

I feel nauseous at the sight of any food.

Who will take care of me, doctor?

Don't worry, my best student, Dr. Ravi Shukla will.

Take her away from here!

(train whistles)

(dark tense music)

Every time India & Bangladesh have grown closer,

every time a secular democracy has been founded,

extremist terrorism has tried to destroy it.

On one hand Bangladesh government is cornered due to internal issues,

on the other hand...

Hello, doctor.

I am Munir Alam.

Hello.

- I've been appointed at your service. - Okay.

Come. Let me help.

Thank you.

Dr. Asim Talukdar is my teacher.

And as instructed by him, I have come here to serve the people.

- And you? - I'm from the local Party.

I see.

Just like you can't get the best treatment without a good doctor,

the society too cannot develop without efficient workers.

This way. Come.

(phone rings)

I seek your blessings, sir. I have reached.

Right, sir.

Sure, I'll stay in touch.

It's been a long journey. How far is Kabardanga from here?

Well, it's still quite far.

But the graveyard's closer.

What!

What are you doing?

We don't need to stay here.

I promised Chotodadu (grandpa), Jamini.

We can't leave Thakuma alone over here.

She is all we have.

All we poor have, is our poverty.

No, we have more than that. We do.

We have love.

(pensive music)

Oh, my dear Raju!

Oh, my Bilal!

Please call senior sir.

Oh, my dear Raju!

Oh, my dear Bablu...

(dramatic music)

Where's senior sir?

There's no senior sir here.

We have a senior madam instead.

Isn't that enough?

I am Aata Miyan. She is Noori Bibi.

We have three sons.

They're missing?

All of them?

Yes. Since day before.

Age?

Well... one of them is... 20.

Right?

Another one's 30.

And the third one must be at least 40... Yes.

How old are you two?

I am 45.

Hmm.

And she is 29.

I see.

You became a father at five.

She wasn't even born when she conceived.

You know, our councillor...

Sonu Khan.

Yes.

Sonu Khan told us

to treat the three of them as our sons.

Yes.

He said they'll get their local IDs made using my ID.

Raju used to do our grocery shopping.

- Yes. - Bilal used to do the dishes.

- Yes. - And my Bablu...

Bablu would also give me massages sometimes.

Huh?

Huh?!

You're no ordinary fool.

You're a fool of the first order.

Inquire with the DIO, who verified these documents?

They are illegal immigrants.

They're using your identity to get a permanent stay in this country!

Using your IDs to build IEDs here!

Enjoy your brief stay in the jail now.

I'll teach you a lesson so hard you'll never become parents again.

Take them away.

Take them away!

But we don't know anything...

Hey, don't try this with me! Go away!

But we didn't do anything, sir...

Go away... Go!

Madam.

Oh, Mr. Nityananda! Where is the missing report?

What, madam?

Well, the way you're going, you're treating the Khoyragarh blast case

like a missing person's case. Your phone is ringing.

(phone ringing)

- Give me the register book! - Sir.

I'm coming next week.

Okay, sir.

Remember, your right hand shouldn't know what you're left hand is doing

and vice versa.

Sir.

Pankaj sir is coming next week.

- Ah! - Submit the report before that!

My source says they're still smuggling arms into the state.

Raktabeej (blood-demons)? All over again?

Yes.

Sure?

I'll come to your jurisdiction tomorrow night.

Madam sir.

Why aren't these ready? Bl**dy hell!

When your brother became president & returned to his ancestral home,

you gave him a book, right?

Dwijendra Granthabali.

Why that book?

Since childhood, Pulu was terrible with Bengali ligatures.

And before anything else, he'd always stumble at--

Ouch! Yikes!

Done.

Clever, aren't you!

Only time will tell.

But let me assure you,

today onwards, I am your son and you are my mother.

Not easy to be a son.

(suspenseful music)

They all freeze at my signal.

They all freeze at my signal.

The police, politicians & criminals.

If I want, they dance to my tune, all naughty animals.

Keep your fake VISA to yourself, don't pretend to be an original.

Keep your fake VISA to yourself, don't pretend to be a genuine lover.

And if you aren't carrying an order...

...don't cross the border without an order!

My source says this is not a ladies' hostel.

- It's the arms trafficker's den. - You see, madam sir,

it's a ladies' hostel, I can't just barge in.

- Though I knew. - Okay.

Crossing the tunnel from the other side, came a man!

Came a man!

Wavy hair, a toned body!

With a perfect golden tan! Oh yes, a delicious tan!

My heart began swooning seeing his shimmering tan.

And there I was, I ended up giving him a loan.

I gave him my nose ring and some cash too.

But when I woke up at dawn, he was long gone.

If you want to keep him, ask for his Aadhar card, not his heart.

Don't come into my house without a valid VISA again.

And if you aren't carrying an order...

...don't cross the border without an order!

And yet again a bunch of people have legalized their stay here.

Changing their father's names, they've drawn up fresh passports.

Move aside!

Cows & vehicles, all cross easily.

Medicines, saris, sand & what not.

Everyone wants to win using fake currency & votes.

How will I find a true lover amid this fake crowd?

Don't gulp down cough syrups without a cough.

Don't try and play with me if you don't have a VISA.

And if you aren't carrying an order...

...don't cross the border without an order!

They all freeze at my signal.

The police, politicians & criminals.

If I want, they dance to my tune, all naughty animals.

All dirty, sinful animals.

Just stay on that side, don't come in.

Don't come into my house without a valid VISA again.

And if you aren't carrying an order...

...don't cross the border without an order!

Police!

Move back!

Hey, move back!

Hey, move back, move back!

Come on! Move back!

Madam, go home, get down.

Give me.

Go over there.

Move back!

Come on!

Move back!

Move back or we'll shoot!

- Move! - Out!

You shot him?

Stop!

- Shall I call the force? - Call for back up. I did not shoot.

Let's talk about this later!

Move back!

Okay, follow me, come on!

(tense music)

That way!

Don't move!

Sorry.

Hands up!

Gun down!

Down!

Turn around!

- Thank you, doctor. - My pleasure.

Come, madam.

Two months back...

Look at the arrangement, madam.

We have bananas, eggs and bun breads too.

Come.

Let's go over there.

The doctors are there.

We may be deficient of blood but no dearth of blood-demons!

Here, meet Dr. Ravi Shukla.

He's doing an amazing job. A true healer.

Our SP madam.

- Hello. - Hello.

Still feeling weak?

Doctor.

There is a complain against you.

(suspenseful music)

What complain?

That whoever you treat, you treat them like family.

Who told you that?

Your mother.

My mother?

Hmm.

Gouri Debi said and I heard it from her.

Photographer, come here.

Dr. Shukla, let's click a photograph.

- Huh? - Yes, a photograph.

Hey, wait. Come.

- Click it. - Let me keep my bag.

Yes, madam, let's go there now.

Time for your felicitation, madam. Come to the stage.

(blissful music)

While eating the holy offering

your daughter spilled some in the worship room.

So, she was told by the Lord to pick it up & eat from the floor.

Call up the President.

Hearing this, the ascetic's daughter

licked the bits of the offering that had spilled on the floor.

Pulu?

Pulu, listen to this.

He, who stands for pristine truth, bestows success & accomplishments.

As I describe His tale, my devotion knows no bounds.

Before I pay my salutations to You, appreciator of all things beautiful

I pay my respect to the other Gods.

First, I salute the respected Lord Ganesh...

Okay, bye.

Where are my glasses?

Where is it?

Give it to me.

Ma, here it is.

Aha, here you go.

Okay, you pass.

You pass the test to become my son.

Thailand.

Come on, tell me?

(romantic music)

Doctor, your name's at the top of the list!

- Really? - Hmm!

- And you? - I did not want to be a doctor.

I wanted to be a dancer!

And now no one's going to stop me! Never! Never! Never!

Sahil!

They called from your home. Your mother was outside the mosque.

There was a blast!

We've to leave right away!

(tense music)

The mosque beside the Ministry of Interior!

No one from the ministry office was present!

They were already warned!

Ammi!

Ammi...

- Sahil! - Ammi...

Ammi...

Eye for an eye.

He, who can give life,

can also take a life.

Don't be just a regular doctor.

If you want, you can heal the suffering of this sick world.

Do you just want to treat the ill?

Won't you stop their oppression?

Vengeance for Ammi's death.

Look!

Take a good look at these photos!

Here.

See.

Look at this kid.

Lying on his mother's lap.

But he is lifeless. There's more. Severed hands, tattered clothes!

See! There's more!

See! See! Keep looking!

(dark tense music)

Syria!

Palestine!

Kashmir!

We are being tortured everywhere in the world!

Our people are being killed!

Our land is being snatched away!

The way they had snatched away East Pakistan from Pakistan!

In the same damn way!

We must fight against this!

We need a jihad! And it's you who will go for the jihad!

He who goes for jihad (holy war), is the mujahid (he who strives).

And hence...

you will be our mujahid!

Say that you are the mujahid.

I am the mujahid.

Say it again.

I am the mujahid.

Again!

I am the mujahid.

- Again! - I am the mujahid!

From today your name is Munir.

Munir.

You know what "Munir" means?

It means "light".

You have to enlighten this world through jihad!

Remember;

the cause is greater than the people!

Say it.

- The cause is greater than the people! - Again.

- The cause is greater than the people! - Again!

The cause is greater than the people!

JSM will train you.

(uptempo music)

Dhobi Ghat, New Delhi.

Eyes on target, sir.

He's at the laundry bay.

Yellow kurta, blue backpack.

Sir, fast.

Hmm.

Okay.

Hey, I'm coming.

Rajdeep & Prithvi.

You go straight.

Rubel & Nakul, you take the left lane. And Riya,

you take the right lane.

And all of you guys, please relax.

(dramatic music)

Sir.

That was fast.

I told you to relax.

Right, sir.

You're the one who was loitering around the State Guest House?

You know you can't be doing that?

The Prime Minister of Bangladesh is staying there.

You understand?

Well, I'll explain.

Riya, get cracking.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

- Nakul. - Yes, sir?

You didn't let me finish my ice cream.

Sir, come for dinner tonight. Roasted duck, and then ice cream!

Not tonight. I'm leaving tomorrow, have to pack today.

I've to go somewhere else today. The calling of the heart.

- Ah. - Come.

Yes.

(classical music)

If everyone shuts their doors on you when you are at your worst,

then light the fire within through the flames of your pain

And burn alone.

If no one answers your call

then walk alone.

Sarama's favourite song.

Bhabi used to say

Tagore's words built a bridge between the two sides of Bengal.

Since Sarama passed away, all I've done is flip through memory's pages.

The days of the Liberation War.

The creation of a non-communal, democratic golden Bengal.

The Liberation War...

bore the pathway of a new era.

A new chapter in our relationship.

May the new wave of union between Padma & Ganga

flow within us all.

You have broken the wall, You have come, o light-bearer

victory to You.

So, Dada (brother),

just like the Indo-Bangladesh Ganga Water Treaty

will we ever sign one for River Teesta?

You see, I keep facing agitations regarding this in my country

time and again.

Hmm...

Excuse me.

It's already been two hours. I need to speak to...

Mr. Sinha.

Please come with me. Sir is looking for you.

Thank you.

Sir. Madam.

This is the progress report on Khoyragarh blast case.

This is Pankaj Singha.

The lion king!

Did you know, my wife's home was in Bangladesh?

Dada, you remember Ujirpur?

You visited them with your wife!

Oh!

I didn't get a chance to visit my wife's home after our marriage.

When I finally did, I was 75 years old!

Oh! They were over the moon to welcome that old groom of hers!

Ujirpur, Bangladesh...

(festive music)

Uncle!

Where are you?

Auntie!

What's going on?

The new son-in-law is here!

Come, see!

The new groom has come!

Oh sir, oh madam, the winds come bearing good news.

Our dear guest has come home!

Oh sir, oh madam, the winds come bearing good news.

Our dear guest has come home!

Our son-in-law is a gem, take great care of him.

Offer him local desserts and the choicest of delicacies.

Handsome & talented, he is a chestful of treasure.

Oh missus, fry a plateful of Hilsa fish.

Our dearest guest has come home!

Where are you all gone? Come! Bring some curd and flattened rice!

Give them some towels.

Give them bathing accessories and cool water from the well.

Welcome them with all the rituals. Greet them, blow the conch shell.

Bring flowers, fruits, bring veggies from the market.

Bring saris for the bride and dhotis for the groom.

Greet them with rose water, saffron, and some sweet paan.

Serve them a plate of rice.

Serve them a plateful of hot rice.

Hurry up, serve them a good lunch!

Oh missus, fry a plateful of Hilsa fish.

Our dearest guest has come home!

Lift your leg.

Ma.

Who else will bring you freshly fried samosas?

Fresh, hot samosas!

So!

First, the son will taste it, then his mother.

Yum! Try one!

- Come on? - Kanak, answer it.

Just one?

No, I won't eat.

- Who is it? - The doctor.

Yes, doctor, when will you return?

Why? Isn't my student taking good care of you?

Oh, of course. Ravi is a really nice boy.

He's right here. Talk to him.

Me? Okay.

I seek your blessings, sir.

Yes, sir.

Your patient seemed cheerful. Okay, listen,

I'll have to extend my stay here for the cancer treatment.

Keep me informed.

Why aren't you available on your phone?

I lost my phone, sir.

I couldn't make time to buy a new one yet.

I'll buy it & call.

Okay, be in touch.

Okay, sir.

- Here. - Talking with a full mouth!

- Have one? - No.

- Just one? - No...

Moynagarh.

Madam sir.

Hmm.

Can I say something?

Hmm.

You seem to be glowing today.

Because Ma has been feeding me lots of salads.

No, madam, it's not because of the salad.

It's the glow from the sweat that you get after a good bit of beating.

Want to try?

No, thanks. I don't need a glow. When is sir coming?

(playful music)

- How would I know? - Right, how would you?

- You think I suck up to Delhi? - Oh, not at all.

Huh?

Delhi's got something delightful about it, eh?

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Nakul. Hello! Hello!

Still didn't get the injection?

I'll tell Rupesh to come home & give it.

Yes, don't worry.

My son is unwell again, I... Just give me five minutes.

Sir.

(tense music)

The men who were arrested from ladies' hostel...

...surely you're beating them up?

Refugee issue is a soft spot.

We founds arms. But they are not willing to speak up.

We couldn't catch anyone, that's our fault.

And it's not up to me to beat them up.

Right.

Besides you have your own style of beating up criminals.

I did not shoot that night, sir.

Hmm, that's what's worrying me.

Because the gun was in your hand yet...

...who took the shot, Sanyukta?

Sanjukta, sir.

The ballistic report came this morning.

It's a .338 caliber bullet they found in the victim's body.

I use a GLOCK 17 9mm caliber pistol.

That means the shooter was present at the place of occurrence.

A bullet was shot, an attack happened.

But instead of attacking one of you, they killed one of their own men.

Meanwhile, smuggled arms get seized at the border.

Interesting.

Who first gave you the information, Sanyukta?

Sanjukta.

Hmm?

Source, sir.

Busy? 'Seven days ago'.

Is it hurting?

Dr. Ravi Shukla.

From someone else's phone.

I've come to the ladies' hostel at Bashantipur.

A patient has an infection. Puss oozing out.

Doctor, please take this money.

May Allah bless you.

They feared getting infected, so they called me.

When I came, I saw the infection's spread quite a bit.

But you have to operate.

Choose the right time.

Good luck.

How was the shot so perfect, Sanyukta?

Does that mean the shooter was close by?

To get the perfect shot

you must have faith in yourself.

And...

in me.

If I could shoot like you, Sanyukta...

(dreamy music)

Sanyukta!

Sanyukta!

Please pay attention!

Can we?

Hmm.

The .338 caliber rounds are shot from sniper rifles.

These bullets have a very long range.

Can hit the target from more than a kilometer away.

Which is impossible for a handgun or a revolver.

Excuse me, sir.

Are we fighting terrorists again now?

Could be a criminal gang, traffickers,

or maybe... terrorists.

Excuse me.

- Yes, Riya. - JSM has activated their super cell.

So I gathered from talking to Babubhai,

the man we caught that day.

- Good job. - Sir.

Keep the pressure on him. We need more information.

Riya, Babubhai made 50 calls to Dhaka.

What!

Is this an unrelated incident?

Does it have a connection with the blast case...

Pulu, when I die, immerse my ashes in Damodar.

You are not dying.

You will come to me.

We will be going to Bangladesh soon.

Such grace, such soft shades.

Such affection, such magic.

Such sheltering shades of trees, such love spread across riverbanks.

Now, that's my sister. My dear Didi!

Listen, Kanak will go with me.

Nishi & Jamini will go too.

I've already sent their documents for verification.

Why will they go? It'll cost a lot.

Forget about the expense.

What was it you used to quote from the Geeta?

Vigor, forgiveness, fortitude

purity, absence of malice,

and humanity are the qualities found in those with divine nature,

o scion of Bharat.

You know, these words feels so right coming from you.

You can't put a budget on wisdom, can you?

JSM has activated their sleeper cells all over South Asia.

They are planning something big.

Next.

They are using Bengal's border points to smuggle in arms.

Some unregistered movements were noted in the state last month.

A good few have simultaneously

travelled through Kolkata, Burdwan and Dhaka.

Sir.

The men brought in here from the ladies' hostel by local police

for questioning...

one of them is...

One of them is?

He's a serious nicotine addict.

He hasn't eaten all day.

He just has one demand.

Wants a cigarillo.

So, we can break him.

One request: Call it a demand from a fatherly elder if you will.

Quit smoking.

Take care.

Can't we burn his eyelashes with a lighter?

How about... we insert hot wax?

Hmm. Into his eyes.

Mhm.

Up his bum.

Huh? Where?!

Think about it, sir.

No, you think and tell me.

What's bigger?

Duty or promise?

Duty, sir.

(tense music)

Just one drag, sir.

Just a drag.

I'll say everything.

Who was smuggling arms into the ladies' hostel?

After Munir Alam's encounter

who was continuing to take the mission forward?

What's their plan?

Not theirs.

It's his.

Who is he?

Shahidul Karim.

This morning, the court gave its verdict, he is to be executed.

He is a member of JSM.

He was provoking some members of the paramilitary force.

What about our... security system?

We are suspecting his supporters

may try to spread hatred.

We maximized security at the capital & other important places.

Educated, unemployed youths are being targeted.

We believe fund is coming in from outside

which is being used to spread agitation.

In the middle of this, Animesh da is travelling to Bangladesh.

Madam, we don't have any leads

good enough to cancel his trip.

Though, it doesn't seem the planning has been done in Bangladesh.

Then who is doing this?

Munir Alam.

He is alive.

I don't know him.

But I know he is alive.

Attention!

Let your breaths align with the wind!

Slowly!

Wind: Eight knots westward.

Elevation: 500 meters.

Temperature: Warm. Go for the kill!

The arms smugglers spoke of Munir Alam.

Not just their words, Munir Alam is in their mind, heart, & blood!

They fled before the police came.

- Who are you? - Hasnu. Hasnu Burat.

I make fake currency notes.

I smuggle cough syrups.

They trusted me.

But they didn't include me in their plan.

What's the plan?

What happened the last time

should not be repeated.

Our mujahids are being tortured.

They are always being watched, interrogated.

In the garb of a treaty with India

the present Bangladesh government is selling out this nation.

The planning happens in India.

The killings happen in Bangladesh.

Mission

M2.

Mission

M2!

Potol, Begun, come here.

Yes, Thakuma.

Come here.

You have school; you won't go to Bangladesh with me.

Why can't we go, Thakuma? Please, we want to go.

No, you can't.

You can't miss school for it.

Nishi, Jamini, come here.

- Yes, Thakuma. - Ma.

I can manage alone.

Nishi & Jamini don't need to come.

Oh mother, your words are like nectar to my ears.

Oh, my!

Mother!

When sadness casts a gloom on your face...

...oh, Mother

I drown in tears.

(blissful music)

Here I am!

Here I am!

Right, Kanak di? Here I am!

Oh, stop, stop! Oh, Lord!

I will take you to Bangladesh. Hmm?

Aren't you a naughty lad? Playing with me!

Situation in Bangladesh getting more tense.

A few days ago, paramilitary forces had raided the government office.

They took the Detective Department's computer access.

Which means, telephone network, computer network, email services,

maybe everything is compromised.

We've to submit all our findings to Hon'ble Sultana Rahman

but, directly.

Physically.

(eagle shrieks)

(suspenseful music)

A**holes!

They sent two cars to the same place.

Identical cars.

Copy that.

Hold your position.

We're tracking the GPS.

Target is moving fast.

Intercepting call. Car no. 2. Confirm.

Where is Munir Alam?

(phone rings)

Hello?

Sir, were you looking for me?

Me?

Who told you?

Riya, switch off your phone immediately!

Call may get tracked.

Hello!

Hello, Riya?

Riya, answer me! Hello!

Damn it!

Target neutralized.

Jihad is our law.

Jihad is our path.

Jihad is our goal.

And to die for our jihad

is our greatest objective.

SCIA Office, New Delhi.

Munir Alam is alive, sir.

(tense music)

The ballistic report says a .338 Lapua Magnum caliber sniper rifle

was used to shoot Riya.

Those who killed Riya are planning something big in Bagladesh.

This is Bangladesh government's internal matter, Pankaj.

- Their detectives are at work too. - But what's most worrying is, sir,

the Hon'ble President is going to Bangladesh in the middle of this.

We need permission to go to Bangladesh, sir. Immediately.

Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport.

Careful.

Shall we click a photograph here?

- Sure! A group selfie! - Shall we?

Okay.

Smile, everyone! Yes!

- Great! - Post it on Facebook.

- Yes, I will. - It's so nice of you two to come.

The administration sent us for your security.

Wait.

O, Mother!

My ancestral land... I should pay Her my respect.

(phone rings)

Wait, I'm getting a call.

Hello?

Reached?

- Yes, Ma. - Do buy Dhakai Jamdani saris.

- Ma! - One for you, one for me,

one for Ranga Auntie.

Bl**dy hell! The doctor is in front of me!

Someone filed a complaint that you're missing. Hang up.

So, by the way, where are you from? I mean, where do your parents stay?

Um, North Dinajpur.

Listen, is your boss with you?

No!

Why? You two could've travelled together.

Then I came back to join North Bengal Medical College.

Really? My uncle was at North Bengal Medical College too!

Ah. A student? Surely a senior.

No, he taught there. Which year's batch are you?

Me... I am from 2005.

Ah, then you surely know him. Famous cardiologist,

Dr. Sanjib Sarkar!

- Sanjib Sarkar... - Ma, I can't talk now!

Ah, Sanjib Sarkar. Our favourite Sanjib sir. Yes.

I'm sorry, it's not Sanjib.

Dr. Sandip Sarkar.

- Sandip. - Oh, yes. Right.

Sandip.

Your boss did not come?

- No. - Boss? No! He is a big shot!

Constantly travelling between Delhi and Bengal.

And his son is quite sick...

I better get walking.

May I ask you something if you don't mind?

Yes?

You're not married?

(upbeat music)

You have me under your spell! It's driving me crazy!

I stay up all night thinking of you, my love.

My eyes keep looking for you in the crowd, pointlessly.

Now that I have found my soulmate, I am overwhelmed with love.

The wild southern wind comes bearing the news of your arrival.

I stay up all night thinking of you, my love.

My eyes keep looking for you in the crowd, pointlessly.

I don't know why this happens. In every language, in every song.

Life is colourful.

I'm so irresistibly attracted to you. Even when you're away, I'm with you.

In my mind, I paint pictures that make no sense.

I am under a strange spell that churns love within me.

Like a fire that burns within a river's heart, overflowing it.

Cardiothoracic surgery.

It involves the organ within the thoracic cavity.

It isn't just a test of skill.

It's also a test of patience...

Don't you sleep at night?

Your eyes don't let me sleep.

How much do you love me?

And, please remember, students, that it is a survival skill

for the patients, as well as...

I love you so much that if you ever leave me, I will kill you.

(professor claars throat)

Two of you.

Is there something very important that needs discussion over here?

Either enlighten the whole class

or take the talk show outside the class, please.

Sorry, sir...

Why?

Come on, don't.

Please...

Will you marry me?

First, promise me,

that only I own this life of yours?

Only you own it.

(romantic music)

Guest house, Bangladesh.

She's calling you.

Wake up.

We've arrived.

We're staying here. You're staying nearby.

A few minutes away from the State Guest House.

Gouri Debi will be staying there. You'll accompany her everywhere.

Great! I'm sure she is in good hands since her doctor is here!

And you are safe with her too. I better get off.

Good night, doctor.

Your ticket.

- Thank you, sir. - Rubel & Nakul are going too.

You just have permission for a meeting, not an operation.

Remember this. The situation is volatile. You've to be careful.

Sultana is losing popularity.

Grievances against the government rising.

- Sir. - Not much support from the West.

And some want to turn Bangladesh's clock backwards there, beyond 1971.

Hmm.

You have to bring me something from Bangladesh.

Sir.

A fistful of soil.

My mother's 90th birthday is coming up. I'll gift it to her.

You know, Pankaj?

Only those who have left their own soil behind, know its true worth.

As long as River Ganga & Padma continue to flow

India & Bangladesh will stay united.

Sir.

Dada, you aren't just the President of India.

You're my guardian too.

Isn't it?

During the Liberation War of 1971,

I wasn't just a politician.

I had only one identity back then.

That I was a Bengali.

But still, so many people here, hate India.

They want to destroy everything.

You can destroy memorials,

you may deny the relationship,

but the history?

You cannot wipe out history.

Bangladesh is not our neighbouring country,

Bangladesh is a part of our soul.

The courage that Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman

and the freedom fighters showed

illustrates the victory of the people.

He used to say,

the unity of Bengalis is their biggest strength.

We have to take an oath,

that we will wipe out the venom of communal hatred from this earth.

Why this hatred, o nation?

Why this disguise?

Why these grievances?

Spread love, spread love.

Melt your stone-cold hearts.

Victory to you.

Shower peace over this burning earth.

(grand music)

Sir, step back a bit and look at the camera.

A memento that represents the strong bond of friendship

between India and Bangladesh.

The Hon'ble Prime Minister of People's Republic of Bangladesh,

Janaba Sultana Rahman is handing it to the Hon'ble Indian President...

...Shri Animesh Chatterjee.

Routine verification, sir. It'll take some time.

Indian spy Pankaj Sinha absconding.

Look at this.

Indian spy Pankaj Sinha absconding.

So, you are not an Indian spy?

No, sir.

I'm a government officer.

What were you doing near the American embassy?

I went there to meet someone.

Why didn't they come to meet you?

I don't know.

I'm being framed.

Aw, poor you.

And what is your real name?

Pankaj Sinha.

Look at this, sir.

Indian spy Pankaj Sinha absconding.

Someone knew well before time that we're coming to Bangladesh.

They didn't just plant a spy under your name,

- they got him out timely too. - Hmm.

But this one says Pankaj Sinha. I am Pankaj Singha.

Many predators in a jungle.

But only one lion.

Pankaj Singha.

Today, Bangladesh is being lauded internationally for commendable work

in arresting malnutrition, promoting women's education,

& higher education.

Numerous hateful attacks have been hurled

at the political leadership

to obstruct this path of progress.

But you all stood strong.

You, the people of Bangladesh.

And I salute the people of Bangladesh for it!

(audience applauds)

I'll be back.

Hmm.

Let us go in, please.

Wait. You can't you go in without an invitation card.

- But this is... - Go there.

We're the police. The embassy knows us.

You can't go in without invites!

- But we're the police! - Go away. Don't make a fuss.

- Please ask them? - Go away.

- They know us. - No, show me the card first.

Come on, Sanjukta, pick up the call!

(phone rings)

You?

Yes.

Found it lying on the floor. I'd have given it to the guard.

Please give it to its owner.

Thank you.

Hello. Sir, sir...

No, haven't been able to speak to IG sir yet.

Sir.

Just a minute. Here you are, sir!

Madam sir was worried about you. I told her about your son.

- Where is she? - Right here.

Where is your phone?

- Phone... - Here.

How can you be so irresponsible?

I must've called you 50 times! Check it!

- Sir... - A stranger came & gave it to me!

Have you seen this? Sir is a spy now!

Indian spy Pankaj Sinha absconding?

I've to meet the Hon'ble President immediately.

- But how? - Sir, they've a lunch meet today.

Not possible today. What do we do now?

(dramatic music)

Shoriful Islam.

I am Pankaj Singha.

Hmm?

Pankaj Singha, SCIA.

Special Central Investigation Agency.

I've come to Bangladesh on a bipartite mission.

And this is my team.

Oh!

Since you did come,

why did you leave?

Show it to me.

What is this... SCIA?

Yes, A.

Is it like CIA?

Or the ISI?

No, it's a government organization. And I am a government officer.

And we primary work with counter terrorism.

Counter terrorism!

All spies say the same thing.

Why are you in Dhaka?

Hmm?

Is this a circus going on?

You can't just barge in!

What's all this fuss about, Shoriful?

Sir!

The Indian spy! Pankaj Sinha!

- But... - Singha.

Pankaj Singha.

Bond!

James Bond!

Sanyukta, please tell him, I am not a Sinha. It's Singha.

Well, I can't now, sir, can I? Because I am not Sanyukta!

I'm Sanjukta!

It's vital that we speak to IG sir.

The IG, the additional IG, the superintendent,

you can't meet any of them.

But I must say you're lucky.

At least you all got to meet me!

Additional Superintendent of Police, Mamun Shah.

Your President is in Bangaldesh now.

- Hmm. - Day after,

we have the opening of Under 19 World Cup here!

Our country's Prime Minister and the opposition leader,

both are supposed to be present there.

For the first time, together.

Bangladesh will fight

against India.

India won't fight Bangladesh, we will just play.

There's a big conspiracy being plotted.

Mission M2.

Activate your source immediately.

Hey!

Do not give us orders!

Don't act like an Indian bully.

Do you think Bangladesh Police is useless?

This is my land's internal matter.

We'll take the decisions.

Not India.

And if there's a blast in our land, why is it terrifying you?

Mr. Mamun.

I maybe an Indian on my passport, but I'm a son of this subcontinent.

SAARC.

South Asian Association for Regional Cooperation.

India, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Nepal, Bhutan,

Sri Lanka, Maldives...

We're all one big joint family.

A string ties us all together.

So, when a child is tattered with bullets in Pakistan,

I worry for that child too.

When stones are pelted at a woman in Afghanistan for not wearing burqa

my heart cries for that sister.

When the flood destroys houses in Sri Lanka, my eyes well up,

and in the same way, a blast in Mumbai terrifies you equally.

Every time your country faced a terrorist attack, a war,

or your government was to be overthrown, India stood beside you.

India sent its army, helicopters,

we fought with you shoulder to shoulder.

That is not bullying, Mr. Mamun.

That's brotherhood.

Terrorists have infiltrated.

Now, if you get terrified, we shall get terrified too!

Mister.

Don't end up doing something that'll force us to arrest you all.

Let the detectives first identify you to be Pankaj Sinha.

You've to give us your phones.

Huh?

Just for a day.

What!

And your arms too, if you have any.

We don't have any arms.

(tense music)

Potato mash, dal mash, pepper mash, liver mash, raw mango leaves mash, fish mash,

beans mash, sesame mash, golden mash, Hilsa mash,

dry fish mash, shrimp mash, neem mash, lady's finger mash,

pointed gourd mash, yam mash.

Ooh! Well, bean mash is common, but neem mash?

A smashing list of mashes!

- You have Hilsa fish & rice? - Yes.

- Let's order that for all of us. - Yes, bring it.

They were so pleased to take my passport, as if it's a wedding card!

When will madam sir plan her wedding?

When will she tie the knot!

Delicious Hilsa fish & rice. Talk less, focus on eating.

Of course.

There comes my food.

Yes! Serve it!

Hilsa cooked with onions?

Pakistani influence!

Where is the black cumin & chillies?

Mr. Patitundi, deleting black cumin, chillies & mustard from Hilsa curry

is as good as deleting Tagore from Bengali culture.

Excuse me, can you get us a plate of Hilsa in black cumin curry too?

- Sure. - Hmm.

(dreamy music)

I am one of a kind in a crowd.

I am your fairytale princess.

When I smile, lights flood the horizon.

Just tell me what you want.

I touch the sand, it turns to gold.

When will my long wait end?

Maybe we will never return here again.

Never again.

In the blue ocean of my eyes

finally, you have drowned yourself.

Come close to me, don't think so hard about it.

The fire within us won't extinguish so easily.

I never miss my target.

When I hold your hand, know that I've thought it through.

Scorched, drenched, unquenchable, my desires stay awake.

Waves call out to us, come, let's dive deeper.

Let's leave our footsteps behind.

In the blue ocean of my eyes

finally, you have drowned yourself.

State Guest House, Bangladesh...

Ma, where is Chhotokorta (master) going day after?

Chattogram.

At Noapara.

To see the birthplace of Master Da Surya Sen.

No talking.

We will all go.

Normal.

I wanted to go for the opening of the Under 19 World Cup. Anyway.

(tense music)

You, here?

We all need some fresh air.

This city seems to hide some dreadful secrets.

What do you mean?

JSM's main guy.

Shahidul Karim.

The order for his execution came recently.

The Indian President comes to Bangladesh at the exact same time.

What do you think?

Can't take JSM lightly, right?

Aren't you scared?

Aren't you scared to be without a phone in a foreign land?

There's a meeting at police headquarters tomorrow morning.

Let's talk after that. Hmm?

Missing complaint...

Missing complaint!

Missing!

Madam, another missing complaint!

- That stupid Aata Miyan's complaint? - No, madam.

Maya called me on landline. It's the doc...

...I don't want to hear about any more missing complaints.

Madam... madam sir...

Thailand.

(gasps)

I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry!

I'll bring some ice!

No, love.

Sit.

Hurting a lot?

I am so sorry.

I didn't see it, love.

My father says, "Focus on your studies.

I have taken care of everything else for you."

He says, "Leave the big decisions of the world to the elders."

Hmm?

But the pain my mother went through?

The way she called out to me...

...dad couldn't return to his country

because he had worked for the Pakistani army for sometime.

How am I to forget all that?

(wistful music)

Police Headquarters, Bangladesh.

Why have you come?

To talk about M2.

- M2? - Hmm.

What does it stand for?

We still don't know, Mr. Shoriful.

Don't try to deceive me.

That fit body of yours...

M2 stands for the meat & mustard loving Bengali you don't resemble.

Sir has an M2 problem it seems. Moody & modest in his wits.

- Excuse me? - Mr. Nityananda!

Huh?

Listen. If you act too smart,

I'll give you an M2, as in minus 2!

Okay, sir.

- Minus 2! - Hmm.

Minus 2.

Minus... 2?

(suspenseful music)

Sir, my source says

there could be another attack on the Hon'ble President.

I'm assigned to be with Gouri Debi tomorrow.

At Noapara.

- I could speak to her. - Madam sir.

Sir.

Mr. Shoriful's men are keeping a watch on us.

Oh, how noble.

Let's give them a show then?

- Behave normally, team. - Hmm.

Oh, sorry!

Careful, Mr. Nityananda.

This is Bangladesh.

Your bullying, your bullets, nothing will work here.

Only one slogan will be heard here from tomorrow.

Sir, he is not Shoriful's guy.

Hmm, I realize that.

What's happening tomorrow?

A big day.

The murderer will be punished.

You're an Indian.

Why have you come here?

Huh?

They are all your enemies!

They are my friends.

Close to my heart.

If I do have any enemies... it's you, you people.

You will all die! All of you!

Will we?

But we will kill you first.

- Over to you, Sanjukta. - Hmm?

Did you call me Sanjukta, sir?

Not now.

Yes, sir.

Hmm...

You are Munir's guy.

Tell us who you are!

Boom!

Bl**dy hell!

Damn!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Thailand.

Please tie this for me.

I have a performance. You'll come, right?

Isn't your costume a bit too revealing?

Hmm...

Whose is this?

Mine.

Whose is this?

Mine.

And this?

Mine!

You feel jealous when someone looks at me?

Give up dancing, Ayesha.

For your own happiness.

For our happiness.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

We should go to their headquarters & report on all of it immediately.

- Let's move. - Let's move! Move!

Don't move!

Hands up!

Do not move!

Sir!

Sir, I thought they are spies!

But now it seems they are terrorists!

Thank God we were watching them!

Hey!

A sniper shot.

- The shooter must be nearby. - Shut up! Just shut up!

Didn't I tell you? Don't end up doing something

that'll force me to arrest you all?

Take them away! Come on!

Sir.

Yes, a good time to take a pick. A good beating,

plucking out their hair & nails, or some hot wax treatment?

Sir, I know you have a son. Surely he has a mom too.

What!

I mean, we don't know what is going to happen to us now.

Will we come out alive? Can we get a lawyer?

Will we have to stay in separate cells?

Are you alright?

Sir.

A handcuff is useless without a hand and my life is useless without you.

I mean, sir, we've truly become...

I mean, what they call...

partners in crime...

A honeymoon in jail, eh, Mr. Nakul?

Imagine? Free lunch & dinner! No cooking, no mother-in-law issues!

- Shut up, keep walking. - Okay, alright.

Come!

Who is to blame for this murder?

We don't have arms, how could we have killed him?

Kindly inform your detective department about this.

Inform the Indian High Commission!

Our phones are with you.

Contact Shivaji Samajpati from SCIA, please!

And also, we need a lawyer!

We won't let you teach us our job.

But...

Bangladesh won't learn from India.

This is not just about India or Bangladesh.

It's about protecting the people.

And terrorists don't have a country.

They just have one identity.

They are terrorists.

And they just have one weapon.

Terrorism.

(ominous music)

Zahid Farooq Imroz?

Yes.

Your father's name is...

Ghulam Farooq Imroz?

Yes.

And your mother's name is Motirani Imroz.

Both of them are staying at your aunt's place now.

- Hmm? - Hmm.

Your wife's name is...

Kanikarani Imroz.

Yes.

And her boyfriend's name is... Oops!

Anyway, chuck it.

Though, right now the two of them are in your house,

doing the boing-boing, boing-boing!

Why call & disturb them?

Call them and the bird...

Kani!

What happened?

Kani... Kani? What happened to you!

Kani...

Kani!

Kani...

Target?!

Why are you going through my stuff?

Why is there a clip attached to this man's photo?

Ayesha!

- Give it to me! - You'll kill an innocent man?

Ayesha!

- Ayesha, give me the photo! - Tell me!

- Give me back my stuff! - Why's there a clip on his photo?

- You don't need to know that! - What is JSM?

- Who are you working for? - Ayesha!

Give it back!

- Tell me... - Ayesha!

This world is not the same anymore!

Someone needs to step up!

They are not innocent!

They are enemies!

And my jihad... is against them!

Leave me! Leave me!

Ayesha!

Stop!

What are you doing!

And my jihad... is against the devil that resides within you!

When you're about to kill someone, think of my face!

Imagine that you're killing me!

I won't let you go astray.

Sahil!

Sahil!

You are not the same person anymore!

Sahil... Sahil, please listen to me!

Sahil... Sahil!

Leave me!

Please! What you're doing is wrong!

Sahil!

Bangladesh is a land of courage!

The land of the Liberation War!

The people of this country

have shed their blood to fight against injustice.

Only the light of unity can defeat the darkness of terrorism.

Sir, your are from this side of Bengal

& your wife was from the other side.

- Which Bengal do you like more? - Oh!

Our revered poet, Tagore's ancestral home is in Khulna.

And Bangladesh's national poet, Kazi Nazrul Islam's ancestral home

is in Churulia, Burdwan.

How can I pick a side?

Yes?

There's a glitch in the monitor feed.

I've to open the panel.

It seems the wiring has loosened. It'll take time.

Okay.

I'll get some tea.

(tense music)

It's done.

Bye.

Our boys will be at the stadium.

They can do everything for the nation.

And you are asking me to stay away from them?

Madam, your security is of the utmost importance to us.

The people of our country...

...won't kill me.

Right now!

Now is the time to stand up against the terrorists.

Joy Bangla.

Joy Bangla.

I'm not good with maths, sir...

I failed the exam four times, sir.

I can't solve it...

I am not good in geography too, sir.

I don't know what minus means...

I don't know what's Minus 2, I didn't even go to the washroom...

M2...

- Minus... - Day after...

we have the opening of Under 19 World Cup here.

Our country's Prime Minister & opposition leader,

both are supposed to be present there.

For the first time. Together.

If you act too smart,

I'll give you an M2, as in minus 2!

Come. Your bail is done.

Bangladesh Detective Department

has identified the dead man. Kalim Taqt.

All these days, he had been hiding in our country...

Sign here. ...as Pankaj Sinha.

Mr. Shivaji Samajpati had called up IG sir.

Where is Mr. Mamun?

On duty. At the ground.

- Thanks. - Look, now we will take this up.

We're arranging a car.

We'll drop you off at the Bijoybagh guesthouse. Go, freshen up.

Will inform you when IG sir is free.

Can we please meet IG sir?

I told you... I will inform you when he is free to meet.

Hmm.

(people cheering)

You should thank Animesh da. He knew you are in Bangladesh.

He knew your whereabouts.

His P.A. contacted the Indian High Commission.

- And they called me up. - Hmm.

Anyway... good luck.

Thank you.

(phone rings)

Yes, Didi.

How far are you?

I really wished to see Master Da's ancestral home.

You're going to watch cricket with the others.

Do you have the prayer flower in your pocket?

Hmm.

- I'll go & bring Thakuma. - Give me.

Where's Ma?

- She's there. - Okay.

Ma, your medicine for digestion.

Shouldn't we tell Chotodadu (grandpa) about the doctor?

And yoghurt from Bogura.

No use. Thakuma will forgive him even if he commits a murder.

Nishi, take Ma.

Come, Thakuma.

She was talking to someone over phone in the garden.

What were you doing at that time? You should be watching her.

- Let me reverse the car. - Give me.

Watch us create history with this bat tomorrow.

Only time will tell who will create history.

M2 means Minus 2.

The Interpol had exposed a similar conspiracy theory before.

We should've understood.

I just hope we're not very late.

I am requesting all of you to think it through once more please.

Have any of you shared our core team's planning with anyone else?

Do you suspect anyone?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, madam sir may not like this...

Dr. Ravi Shukla, Gouri Debi's doctor.

I think something's not right with that man.

Hands up!

This city seems to hide some dreadful secrets.

Can't take JSM lightly, isn't it?

Aren't you scared?

Aren't you scared to be without a phone in a foreign land?

There's a meeting at the police headquarters tomorrow morning.

Let's talk after that.

You see, his family...

has filed a missing complaint with us a few times. Have a look.

Kagjipara, right?

- He is here now. - What!

Yes. Kagjipara...

Phone number please! We can track him!

Sir, he does not have a phone.

We made a huge mistake, sir.

If I am not wrong...

Ravi Shukla is Munir Alam.

Wow...

If a terrorist comes to Bangladesh with an Indian family,

the relationship between the two nations will be ruined forever.

You didn't feel the need to share this info with me?

- Sorry, sir. - Source, right?

All crap! We've been shooting ideas in the dark all this while!

We don't know who we're up against!

Raktabeej, sir.

He lied to me about knowing my uncle?! Bl**dy hell! Sorry.

Sir, Nishi's phone isn't reachable.

If we can find out where Gouri Debi is...

No need to call him up.

Nishikanta has put up an update on social media.

The entire family is at the stadium right now.

And...

that's him, right?

The same person who gave me your phone.

Sir, the forensic team has run a facial recognition scan.

He matches one guy from the suspect list of the Interpol.

Sahil Choudhury. Trained sniper.

That means...

this Sahil Choudhury entered the family as Dr. Ravi Shukla.

And he does not use a phone. So that we can't track him.

Sir, see.

Sir, the International Anti-terrorism Unit

had issued an arrest warrant against Sahil Choudhury.

Based on that,

the Interpol had issued a red notice against him five years ago.

- He's absconding since then. - Stop the car.

Stop the car!

Stop, stop, stop...

Turn the car, we are going to the stadium.

As soon as possible.

Please, fast.

Sure, sir!

(tense music)

- Ma, I'll be back in a bit. - Okay.

Let's go.

How are you, Bangladesh?

Let me hear your voice! Where's your energy?!

Now, that's what you call a crowd!

Respected guests & my dear audience,

a warm welcome & best wishes to you all on this historic day!

Today, we have all gathered here

for the Under 19 World Cup's opening ceremony!

Applause please!

We are honoured to have with us today

our Hon'ble Prime Minister

Sultana Rahman.

(people cheering)

And we have with us the respected opposition party leader

Mehrunnisa Khan.

They have come to participate here today

to gather funds for the cause of prevention & treatment of cancer.

Today, in this special ceremony

I am elated to call on stage

an extremely favourite personality, a dancer who is loved by all!

I call on stage

Ayesha Khan Choudhury!

(peppy music)

My friend, what's the hurry?

Let me speak my heart to you

Oh, my dear love, come & show me your love.

Tie my life with yours with this stark red scarf.

How do I express the pain of the fire that burns within?

How could you woo me like that & shy away from loving me?

Look at it from the eyes of your mind...

My Bangladesh, your India.

Come, see! Come, see! Love can make anything possible!

I have set out in the unknown sea holding onto sails of love.

My boat sways in the sea, the water overflowing.

Come, see! Come, see! Love can make anything possible!

Check everyone's ID cards.

I want all the information.

It's time. Oh...

Let us go in. The culprit is inside the stadium. I know him.

I know you know him. I've already told sir that.

Look, we believe,

the hon'ble Prime Minister & opposition party leader,

both their lives are in danger.

Before this, in spite of all precautions & police involvement

19 conspiracies were planned to kill the hon'ble Prime Minister.

Many of those times, Indian intelligence alerted you about it.

Can you deny that?

And yet again, you all land up from India to save us.

Yes, sir.

Come.

Oh, my dear love, my heart is out of control.

Come and meet me secretly at Taldighi once.

It's already the 1st of the month, I keep yearning for you.

How could you woo me like that & shy away from loving me?

Look at it through the eyes of your mind...

My Bangladesh, your India.

Come, see! Come, see! Love can make anything possible!

Is this the way to the VIP & VVIP area?

Yes.

Gouri Debi and family?

Over there.

So, then...

Come, see! Come, see! Love can make anything possible!

Ravi Shukla?

- Where is Ravi Shukla? - He was right here...

No, Kanak di. Madam, I have not seen him since we came here.

You mean Ravi?

- Hmm. - Why?

Ma'am.

We suspect he is a...

terrorist.

We need to see today's programme chart.

Are they scheduled to be on stage together at any point?

Come in, Alpha. Programme chart...

Listen.

Listen.

If he really is a criminal, do not forgive him.

He shouldn't be forgiven.

Hmm.

Don't forgive him.

Now, the historic moment has arrived.

I shall now request the presence

of the Hon'ble Prime Minister of the People's Republic of Bangladesh

Janaba Sultana Rahman ma'am on stage.

(peaceful music)

Blessed with a wealth of grains & flowers,

our Mother Earth.

On this earth there is a land most special.

After Master Da's death,

on 7th January, 1934,

the English were playing cricket at the Paltan maidan.

Decorated with memories.

Nowhere will you see,

a land like this.

That is when the attack happened.

Queen of all lands, She is my motherland.

Bombs, revolvers,

targeting the English officers.

She is my motherland.

Police Super Peter Cleary was killed.

Some Englishmen were injured too.

The self-sacrifice was no less grave.

The fire that Master Da had ignited at Chattogram,

continues to burn today.

It will always burn.

The moon, the sun, all planets and stars...

where does the light shine so bright as here?

Where does the lightening play so beautifully,

among dense, dark clouds?

Her soulful bird songs put me to sleep.

Her bird songs wake me up.

O, nowhere will you see...

a land as beautiful as this.

O' She, the queen of all lands,

She is my motherland!

(ominous music)

Now, we shall call on stage respected Mehrunnisa Khan.

- When will they get on stage? - Now.

Right now?

- Oh, no! - You cannot stop this!

No permission to shoot in public!

No, we can't let this happen! Come!

The trees are covered with flowers, birds sing in every haunt,

Buzzing, the bees chase each other in great clusters.

Where can one find,

such affection from the brother, the mother?

O' Mother, I hold your feet...

close to my chest.

When you're about to kill someone, think of my face!

Imagine that you're killing me.

O, nowhere will you see...

a land as beautiful as this.

O' She, the queen of all lands,

She is my motherland!

Chattogram.

Not just the name of a city.

It represents severe struggle, courage & self-sacrifice.

Camera on the gallery!

- Okay. - And we need some Walkie Talkies.

- Move! - Let us go!

Let us go!

A moment of pride. The Chittagong armoury raid in 1930.

Under Surya Sen's leadership

that incident opened up a new horizon for

the undivided India's freedom struggle.

Now comes that historic moment.

We shall now unveil the trophy of Under 19 World Cup.

(tense music)

Sir! Hurry up!

- Pick him up! - Back up!

Move aside!

- Evacuate! - Let's go.

Sir!

Ambulance!

- Sir, are you okay? - I'm fine, I'm okay! I'm okay!

Sir, it didn't hit you! Just grazed past, thankfully!

Evacuate the stage!

The shooter's at the floodlight tower!

Lapua Magnum .338!

High power scope, sniper shooter!

Hurry up, Ma.

Rubel, Nakul and Sanjukta!

Cover the towers! Mamun bhai, come with me!

Sit, careful.

Riya, you follow...

- Damn it! - Let's go!

Get moving!

Hey, listen! There has been a terrorist attack!

Yes... Yes! Bhaiya (brother)!

Be careful.

Hey... No!

No matter which country's flag it is... a mother is a mother.

Shouldn't disrespect her.

The relationship between India and Bangaldesh is historic!

A relationship of blood, culture & sacrifice!

(people panicking)

The young men who sacrificed their lives while working with Master Da.

Are you okay?

Their story will keep inspiring us forever.

Tell them to shut down the lift! It shouldn't come down!

The man India & Bangladesh are fighting together against;

he is a deadly sniper!

It is not about India or Bangladesh! It's about protecting the people!

You were right, terrorists don't belong to any nation!

They just have one identity. They are terrorists.

They just have one weapon: Terrorism.

Come, let's go forward. And if you have to shoot,

I'll close my eyes.

Come.

(dramatic music)

Freedom does not come without self-sacrifice.

Revolution lies in the blood of Bengalis!

(people cheering)

Sir.

There has been a terrorist attack at the stadium.

Didi?

Sultana?

Mehrunnisa?

(tense music)

Where?

Surrender!

Surrender! Surrender, Dr. Sahil Choudhury

aka Dr. Ravi Shukla

aka Munir Alam!

Who do you think you saved today? Huh?

Who did you take that bullet for?

For a murderer?

She is not a murderer!

She is the Prime Minister of this country!

Political leaders of all countries are murderers.

Can you deny that, 'Pankaj Sinha'?

Political leaders from your country & mine,

haven't they sold the nation for some votes, for their own gain?

Haven't they killed innocent people brutally?

Hey! You know what you are?

You are their pet pimps!

Their slaves!

Oh, God!

How much does your country pay you for this slavery?

Come, join us, 'Pankaj Sinha'!

You'll earn a lot more.

Come on.

You don't need money to save your country.

You need intent.

And love.

Look! Those who you see down there are soldiers!

Soldiers of this nation! Not slaves!

I am a soldier of my country!

And you are a doctor!

It's not our job to kill people!

We save people!

Think about your parents, Dr. Sahil Choudhury.

I made a mistake.

Think of the families you wronged!

Those you have orphaned...

(peaceful music)

Move that side! Move!

Come to our side, doctor. Save people.

It will be your atonement.

You will live in peace.

Sahil, give me your hand.

I did not come to lose this war, 'Pankaj Sinha'.

Either I win, or I die.

From every drop of blood I shed,

thousands of Munir Alams will be born.

Who will be way deadlier than me.

Be prepared.

Preliminary reports say the name of the accused is Sahil Choudhury!

Breaking news!

We have learned that the name of the accused is Sahil Choudhury!

The terrorist organization JSM

is claiming responsibility for the attack.

Sahil...

Javed bhai, turn the car.

Turn the car towards the stadium!

Stop.

You cannot go.

Madam, you cannot go.

He is my husband.

(wistful music)

Thinking of you, my love.

How much do you love me?

I stay up all night.

I love you so much that if you ever leave me,

I will kill you!

Even when you're away, I'm with you.

Sir.

Dr. Ravi Shukla aka Munir Alam

aka Sahil Choudhury...

He was a good doctor really.

Which disease did he heal?

That's the primary mantra of JSM.

They use education & intelligence to create weapons of destruction.

All the bright minds, wasted.

Creating blood-demons out of every drop of blood.

That day two shots were fired at the stadium that day. Hmm.

First one targeted Sultana ma'am.

And the second one was targeted at Mehrunnisa ma'am.

I know, sir.

But... who fired the second shot?

Some more questions remain unanswered.

Was it Munir who shot that bullet at the ladies' hostel?

At the risk of her location getting tracked,

who made Riya can me all of a sudden?

Sir, were you looking for me?

And on that roof... who shot Kalim?

It'll take us two more weeks to file the chargesheet for the blast.

Minimum.

- Hmm. - We have to be very careful.

The chargesheet has to be flawless.

Make a plan to visit Delhi once this is all over.

Why, sir? Why will I come to Delhi?

Why?

My son.

Pistol.

Hmm.

Isn't he handsome?

Hmm?

- You son? - Hmm.

Your son...

(soft romantic music)

Bring Johny too. Our families will meet each other.

What?

What?

What did you say?

What did I say?

Sanjukta!

Sanjukta...

(ominous music)

Madam, Pankaj sir is looking for you.

Munir Alam.

Jihad is our law.

Jihad is our path.

Jihad is our goal.

And to die for our jihad is our biggest purpose.