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I've tried everything I could.

PM's under immense pressure.

ISI has fed the international media the story

that our negotiations have completely failed.

And the terrorists could, at any moment,

kill the passengers sitting on that plane.

Sir, you know that's not true.

These bastards are about to break.

From asking for 36 terrorists to be released,

they've now come down to just three.

Sir, give me a little more time,

and I promise you we won't have to release a single terrorist…

and we'll get every passenger back home safe and sound.

It's just a question of time.

For the past three days, the hostages' families

have been protesting outside the PM residence.

Unfortunately, this is it.

Come on…

Get out of here!

- Get him! - Grab the bastard.

Thrash him!

Slit his throat.

Get up.

Slit his throat.

Hold him down.

Zahoor, we won't negotiate at gunpoint.

So, what have you guys decided?

We have conferred with our Prime Minister.

Tomorrow, all three of them… Mushtaq Ahmed Zargar,

Ahmed Omar Saeed Sheikh,

and your brother, Maulana Masood Azhar,

will be released from prison and handed over to you here in Kandahar.

What about the money?

By tonight, ten million dollars will be transferred…

to your contact in Dubai.

Now I want to speak to the passengers, alone.

Attention, everyone.

You may now remove your blindfolds

and open the window shades.

Please don't worry.

I'm Ajay Sanyal, Chief of India's Intelligence Bureau.

I'm pleased to inform you

that our negotiations have been successful.

By tomorrow evening, all of you

will be returning safely to India.

Our nation will forever remain grateful for your courage

and resilience during this difficult time.

Glory to…

Glory to…

Glory indeed.

You Hindus are a bunch of cowards, yes?

Mr. Intelligence, we'd better get our money by tonight.

Wasn't your land once called the "Golden Bird"?

Tonight, we strip it of its gold,

tomorrow, the bird will be gone for good.

Mr. Sanyal…

we live just across the border, you know.

If you think you've the balls,

go ahead. Do your worst.

Sir, please don't take this personally,

but apart from you, the rest of our

negotiation team is completely inexperienced.

Even if our commandos had stormed that plane,

it would've been a better strategy for India's reputation.

So you're telling me

it's a "better strategy" to risk 160 lives just

to protect our country's reputation?

I've handled this kind of situation before.

And let's be frank, sir,

our country's not prepared to handle this kind of adversity.

So then we'd better start preparing.

We've exhausted every other option anyway.

We begged the UN,

we pleaded with the US,

and they laughed at every diplomatic solution we offered.

Sir, I'm sorry, I'm being rather blunt, but I have no choice.

They barged into Kashmir, Kargil.

Next, it'll be Hyderabad,

and all we'll do is stand around singing patriotic songs.

Sir, to land a punch, you must first make a fist.

We must infiltrate the very core of terrorism in Pakistan.

So if they even dream of harming India…

we should be waiting for them there, like a nightmare.

And sir, I have a unique plan to make that happen.

Come on, Sanyal, what are you on about?

The whole world saw your plan fail spectacularly in Kandahar.

You handle Indian Intelligence,

let me handle the international side.

Sir, did I share my Kashmir doctrine with you?

Now that's what I call "Hope for Peace."

What's the good news, ma'am?

My husband just got a job as a security guard at SBI.

- Congratulations, ma'am. - You too have some.

Remember, I told you about it earlier?

- Congratulations, madam. - Come here. Thank you.

- When did he get the job? - Today.

- I'm throwing a party tonight. - Slow down.

Sir, sir, sir! Stop!

Sir, please stop.

- Hold that for me, will you? - Sure.

- Stop! Stop! - Stop the car!

Stop!

Yadav, that car's going way over the speed limit… stop it!

Shut all the doors of Parliament, now! Hurry!

- It's heading towards the VVIP gate! - Stop it!

The car's crashed near Gate No. 11!

Close every entrance to the Parliament, quick!

Do it now!

At approximately 11:40 a.m.,

a suicide assault team of terrorists attacked the Parliament.

This car had a red beacon and a Home Ministry sticker on it.

Operation! Operation! Commander!

We can hear gunfire near Gate No. 1.

They came in guns blazing. shooting down the security guards.

We can still hear gunshots from inside.

An attempt to halt an ongoing attack was made

in the area surrounding Gate No.1.

The terrorists had brought a massive load of explosives with them.

One of them, a human bomb,

went in and blew himself up.

The blast was so powerful…

his remains are still stuck to the roof.

His remains are scattered over there.

Status?

We've got five terrorists.

- Inside or outside? - Outside, thankfully.

The parliament session was adjourned 40 minutes ago.

The MPs who are still here

have been safely locked down on the parliament floor.

We've got fresh intel…

One of the IC814 hijackers,

Sunny Qazi was leading this attack.

He's been neutralized along with three others.

We have to get it right every time,

but these bastards have to get it right just once.

Doctor, her pulse is very weak.

We are losing her. She needs blood.

The parliament attack has rattled the government to its core.

No one ever imagined they'd barge straight into our territory.

The Prime Minister's pretty worried.

He's losing patience.

Sometimes losing patience can be good for a country.

I finally went through the file you gave me.

Two years too late.

Those are some pretty radical ideas.

It's going to take ages to win over the Middle East.

And it's quite difficult to push Pakistan into bankruptcy right now,

because the US is backing them.

However…

There's one proposal the PM liked.

Dhurandhar.

Dhurandhar.

However, the PM was concerned…

if such a long-term plan will even work?

We have no choice.

We've got to start somewhere, sometime.

Because today they've only crossed our threshold,

but tomorrow they'll pin us down by the throat,

then we'll have nothing left to lose,

neither patience nor courage.

I will make it happen.

Cheers to Dhurandhar.

Cheers to Dhurandhar.

Sunlight shattered down

Like broken glass in the sky

If it cut me now, so what?

I'll take it in my stride

My heart lies shattered…

I came here leaving My love scorched and tattered

My heart lies shattered…

I came here leaving My love scorched and tattered

Into the sky I soar

And my heart exhilarates some more

My heart lies shattered…

In my passion lies my peace

My heart is now obsessed it seems

I've come like a storm untamed

Even my courage can't be chained

Neither am I seeking a caravan

Neither am I seeking a caravan

Nor am I seeking a companion

Neither am I seeking a caravan

My heart lies shattered…

My eyes speak half my tale

My eyes speak half my tale

The rest my silence will unveil

I'm searching for someone Who feels the same

Neither am I seeking a caravan

- Where's this bus headed? - To Lahore.

Lahore?

- Where's this bus headed? - To Karachi.

- Karachi. - Via Peshawar.

Nor am I seeking a companion

This land walks with me wherever I stand

This land walks with me wherever I stand

And the sky now rests within my hand

Neither am I seeking a caravan

Nor am I seeking a companion

Neither am I seeking a caravan

My heart lies shattered…

I came here leaving My love scorched and tattered

Neither am I seeking a caravan

Nor am I seeking a companion

Darling, darling Why did you break my heart?

Drink Aalam milk soda And get a fresh start!

Darling, darling Why did you break my heart?

Drink Aalam milk soda And get a fresh start!

Darling, darling Why did you break my heart?

Drink Aalam milk soda And get a fresh start!

Milk soda… just twenty rupees a glass!

- Drink Aalam milk soda! - Thank you.

Darling, darling Why did you break my heart?

Drink Aalam milk soda And make a fresh start!

Milk soda… just twenty rupees a glass!

Salam alaykum.

Wa'alaykumu s-salam.

Can I get a job here?

No, man, you can only get juice here.

I'm from Hindukush.

Just leave, dude. Come back after Eid.

Where's the salt?

Just twenty rupees a glass! Milk soda… Milk soda…

Pashtun or Baloch.

He looks like a Baloch.

Beautiful.

Damn… This is the elixir of life!

Hold him down!

Hold him down!

Strip him. Strip him.

Police! Police! Run!

- Let's go. - Let's go already!

Hey…

Wake up, kid.

Come on, sit up.

Wake up.

Take it slow, easy now.

Here.

What's your name?

Hamza.

Hamza Ali Mazari.

Your name, kid?

Hamza Ali Mazari.

Keep swirling the whole pot, keep rotating it like this.

Yeah, keep swirling it.

Pour it from a little higher, or the milk will split.

Pick this up and keep it in the storeroom.

All good?

Fool, you'll break it or what?

Move it slowly.

Like this, slowly.

Enjoy.

On behalf of Rehman Baloch, wishing Lyari a blessed Ramadan.

Everyone will get it, please be patient.

Keep us in your prayers, Lyari.

Our profession's most lethal weapons

are vigilance and patience.

Keep them razor-sharp at all times.

Your goal isn't just to slip into Pakistan,

your goal is to dominate the whole jungle.

Want to have some tea?

This was the first place I worked after I came to Lyari.

I slept on benches for six years.

I washed glasses for six years

to build my network.

Salam alaykum, Butt sahab.

Wa'alaykumu s-salam.

- All good? - All good.

Butt sahab puts salt in his tea.

People here find it disgusting.

But I like it.

Back in our village, we only got salty water,

so our tea always tasted salty.

His tea reminds me of home.

Where are you from?

It won't be easy to get into Rehman Dakait's gang.

You might have to wait…

for a long time.

All the gangs in Lyari stick

to their own communities.

You're Baloch,

so you can only join Rehman Baloch's crew.

Watch out for the Pathan gang.

Babu Dakait and Arshad Pappu's men are always prowling around.

Like the other night.

Rehman Dakait, Babu Dakait?

They've got the same last name?

Word in Lyari is that Rehman's actually Babu Dakait's illegitimate son.

The day Rehman found out was the day his mother died.

They say Rehman killed his mother in a fit of rage.

It has been a long time

But I still remember it very well

I still…

Hey, dickhead!

Hey, you, open the till. Give me all the money.

Looks like you're getting comfy in Rehman's pants.

Babu bhai,

Rehman bhai asked me to set up a stall at his kid's birthday.

- How could I say no? - Where is it?

- Come on, speak up! - No, don't know…

- You know whose turf… - Open the till and hand me the money!

you're working in, right?

Go there again,

and I'll cut your nuts so bad you'll piss through

a plastic pipe for the rest of your life.

Buzz off now.

Where'd you get this delicious eye candy from?

- Lulli. - Yeah, bhai.

Let's go.

Let's bounce.

Lulli, let's go already.

Yeah, bhai.

After Babu Dakait suffered a paralysis attack,

he teamed up with Arshad Pappu

to take on Rehman Baloch.

To this day, Arshad Pappu

and Babu Dakait control about a third of Lyari.

Rehman won't be at tomorrow's wedding reception,

but his son Naieem will be.

He's the groom's childhood friend.

Rizwan… Hamza.

Hamza… Rizwan.

He got lucky.

As soon as he arrived, he slipped straight into Arshad Pappu's gang.

Babu Dakait's three boys will try

to attack Naieem when he leaves the reception.

If you manage to save Naieem, you'll get Rehman's attention right away.

The bullet could come from any direction.

You'll be risking your life.

Are you okay with that?

Or should we find another way in?

No, I'll save the boy.

Don't worry…

I'll save him.

Juice?

Rambha ho ho

Sambha ho ho

Ma'am, juice?

I'll get it.

I dance

You dance

However much you live with love

All good?

Give me orange juice. That's all everyone wants.

Rambha ho ho

Sambha ho ho

That's Naieem.

Who's that kid with him?

Rehman Baloch's youngest…

Faizal.

Do one thing…

You watch Naieem, I'll handle Faizal.

People will come And go in this world's flow

We'll join our friends to sing Dance and glow

Faizal miyan! Faizal miyan!

Please come here.

Salam.

Singing, yeah, yeah, singing

For people we love

Rambha ho ho

- Ma'am, juice? - Sambha ho ho

I dance

- You dance - Where's Faizal?

- Hey! - You'll certainly compliment me.

- Faizal! - Yeah.

It's delicious.

- Let's go. - What happened? Hey…

Sambha ho ho

Kill him!

Kill him!

Saddam, move!

Rambha ho ho

Sambha ho ho

Rambha ho ho

Sambha ho ho

I dance

You dance

However much you live with love

That much beautiful life will come to be

Rambha ho ho

Sambha ho ho

Rambha ho ho

Sambha ho ho

People will come

- Aalam bhai, come here… - And go in this world's flow

Hamza, you go, I'll look after Faizal.

Take care of the kid.

We'll join our friends to sing Dance and glow

Shining stars are shinning

Singing, yeah, yeah, singing

For people we love

Rambha…

Sambha…

Ho ho…

Ho ho…

Rambha…

Sambha…

Ho ho…

Rambha ho ho

He's dead. Get out of here.

Apply pressure to his wound.

Apply pressure to his wound now.

The kid's been shot.

He's been shot!

Someone call a doctor! Call an ambulance!

Naieem!

Call an ambulance!

- Stop the bleeding! - Naieem!

- Naieem miyan! - Someone get a car!

Is there a doctor here?

Someone help us!

Ambulance!

My baby…

He shouldn't have gone after a kid!

That rascal!

Babu… Babu…

He'll pay for this.

We won't spare him, bhai.

Is this my son's blood?

- Yes. - Rehman sahab,

he works at my shop.

He's a very hard-working boy.

He tried his best to save the kid.

How many of them were there?

Three.

One with a Glock, one with a Uzi, and one with an AK-47.

The AK didn't have a shoulder stock.

Can you identify them?

Oh Lord, how did this happen?!

How could this be allowed to happen? Dear Lord!

What have you done?!

I swear on God, the moment I heard I came over barefoot.

Oh Lord, how did this happen?

How could this happen?

May God grant Naieem paradise.

- Where is he? Take me to him. - Come with me. This way, please.

Babu Dakait, you scoundrel… I'm going to bust your balls!

Just wait till the elections are over! I'll make your life a living hell.

You know your guns.

Yes.

They're common where I come from.

And where's that?

Kharotabad, Quetta.

- You know your way around a gun? - Yes.

How?

My elder brother was a mujahid of the Azad Baloch Army.

He taught me everything.

Where is he now?

He was martyred.

Any other family?

No.

Where do you stay?

At Aalam bhai's shop.

Name?

Hamza Ali Mazari.

- Donga. - Yeah, bhai?

Give him…

a hundred thousand.

He saved Faizal's life.

I don't want money.

What?

What did you say?

I don't want money.

Rehman bhai.

Ever since independence, Pakistan has never given us Baloch

our rights or shown us respect.

You gave us an identity,

and this is the least I could do, in return.

I don't want money for it.

Look after him.

Alright.

And yeah…

give him an Alvida.

My dear.

Uzair, you're my boy.

Don't do anything stupid.

State elections are just around the corner.

We're not taking revenge. Got that?

PAP is counting on Rehman.

Remember 1997?

He caused a scene

and SP Chaudhary had him arrested.

I got him out fast, but it still hurt

our vote bank, remember?

After the elections, once we win,

not even Babu Dakait,

even if he strips and annihilates Arshad Pappu's family,

nobody will bat an eye.

You've got my backing.

Not just me, all of Karachi will be with you.

Got it?

Uzair…

Come here.

Look, keep an eye on your brother.

Don't leave him alone.

You have to give me your word. You'll see me dead otherwise.

Promise me. Promise me right now.

Alright.

Good.

You're a smart kid.

Goodbye.

Let's go.

The wind will keep blowing

Whether we are here or not

It will live on forever

Whether we are here or not

Many warriors have risen to fight

Only to have their illusions rot

Even the kings were given…

Move aside, please.

No, not you, sir.

It's too crowded here.

Zarwari sahab wants a word with you.

Here.

Rehman, Naieem's gone. He's not coming back.

We need to start thinking about what's ahead.

Do what Jameel says.

What are you doing?

Stand properly, stop huddling around me.

Bhai's got PAP's full support.

We've already swung the local elections in our favor twice for PAP.

On the other hand, there's the Muslim Movement Party, MMP.

They're backing Babu Dakait and Arshad Pappu.

But it's simple,

whoever rules Lyari,

rules Karachi.

And whoever rules Karachi, rules Pakistan.

I'll see you later. Bye.

Our fake weapons beat Darra Adam Khel's any day.

We run the biggest fake-gun business in Pakistan.

Watch your head.

Nobody can tell much difference between ours and the real ones.

Ours heat up faster, but they do the job…

and that's what matters.

After that, everything gets packed and shipped to Lahore,

Azad Kashmir, even all the way to Africa.

Besides that, we're into extortion, kidnapping, moonshine,

fake-brand cutting, rummy clubs, political hits, the lot.

Millions in Lyari make a living off what we do.

All good? Work going fine?

You've already met these boys.

Donga will fill you in on the rest.

- Uzair bhai, salam. - Sit, sit… keep working.

Look at this.

This was made right here too.

One trigger pull gives thirty hits.

Come on, Uzair bhai, a warning would've been nice.

You made me shit my pants.

Why are you laughing?

Come on, Donga, play with us.

Let me teach you. I taught him as well.

What are you looking at?

- Come on, Babla. It's your turn. - That…

That's not just a chair,

it's a throne.

Rehman bhai has carved holes into countless bodies to earn it.

When everyone said that we couldn't I put in the work just to even the odds

The odds against me, demons that Tempt me, usually come with a smile

And nothing that I wouldn't do for The people I love, I've been ready to die

And in return, we build schools,

colleges, and hospitals for Lyari.

Tell me, you ready or not?

You ready or not?

You really ready or not?

Tell me, you ready or not?

- Come on in. - Can't tell if you're ready or not

- Come inside. - Are you really ready or not?

So, this is the room.

That's the kitchen.

Rehman bhai's brother-in-law used to live here.

And this right here is the balcony…

You can see the whole of Lyari from up here.

Hey, dickhead… Come on, let's go check out the view from the roof.

I know when I'll find it

To everyone, I make the call

- Come on. - I'm looking for answers

This is the moment, we stand or fall

The meaning behind it

The Khada Menon Society,

Nawabad,

Ragiwara,

Shah Baig Line, Singo Line…

Those are some of the turfs controlled by Arshad Pappu and Babu Dakait.

You see that water tank?

Right from there, the Agra Taj Colony,

Allama Iqbal Colony, Baghdadi, Bihar Colony, Chakiwara…

A huge part of Lyari is under Rehman bhai's control.

That's why Babu and Pappu are eating their hearts out.

Be careful when you go into the Kalakot area.

That's where SP Aslam arrested Rehman bhai.

Who's SP Aslam?

A long time ago,

a devil and a jinn had wild sex.

Nine months later, the result was named Chaudhary Aslam.

The only man the entire Baloch community feared.

He was the SP of Lyari once.

Now Maqsood's the SP.

He's close to us.

If we ever need anything, we can--

Seriously, man? What are you doing?

Can't you see I'm just taking a leak?

So you're going to piss on the roof?

Window dropped low Rolling up with an axe in hand

The enemies are boiling Their vein swollen and alive

They scowl the moment they Know their end has arrived

It's been a month since Naieem Baloch was killed,

but the police investigation hasn't moved an inch.

Everyone in Lyari knows the attackers were from the Pathan Gang,

working under their boss, Babu Dakait.

But there's still no sign of any arrests.

What's even more shocking is that Rehman hasn't struck back either.

With elections around the corner,

has Rehman Dakait chosen to ignore his own son's murder

just to keep his political masters happy?

Or has Rehman Dakait lost his power?

Stay tuned for more updates from Karachi.

He's got the ball!

- Get past him! - Yeah, you ready or not?

- Yes! Come here, let me give you a kiss! - Tell me, you ready or not?

You really ready or not?

- Cover! Cover! - Tell me, you ready or not?

- Cover! - Can't tell if you're ready or not

- Hey, pass it over! - Are you really ready or not?

You know if you're ready or not!

- Oh, he's getting away! - It's okay, it's okay.

- Take this, Hamza! - Win or lose!

- But what is beyond it? - Hamza, pass the ball!

- Shoot it! Do something! - Very good! Very good!

- Goal! - The strike of a Jatt

I'll know when I find it

Easy, easy

He was on fire today.

Passed the ball like Maradona.

- Donga. - Yeah?

Here.

- I don't smoke. - Just take a drag!

Why do you want a long life? Take a drag!

Go for it.

Hamza.

Here.

Yeah!

Easy, easy.

Are you okay?

This is the place where I trained Naieem in football.

He was just a kid.

They shouldn't have killed him.

Donga.

Yes, bhai?

Should we avenge Naieem?

We should.

Want me to smack you?

He's saying that because he's scared of you.

Tell him the truth.

Bhai, we should take revenge, but not now.

After the election.

Babu Dakait is waiting for us to react.

If we do,

we will only lose our boys.

Yes, bhai.

We have to win the election.

Otherwise, PAP will get pissed at us.

And we'll lose the money we get from them

to run the gang, bhai.

You…

If you were in my place, what would you do?

I'd take revenge.

- Are you out of your mind, asshole? - Quiet.

Keep talking.

You're our leader, the king of the Baloch.

They slaughtered your son without mercy.

If the king doesn't hit back,

the whole community gets shamed.

And if you're not taking revenge just to secure an election,

then that election was lost long ago.

Till now, to win, you had to take on Babu Dakait's

and Arshad Pappu's turf.

To win outright,

you'd have to take all of Lyari.

Babu struck now because he's certain

PAP won't let you retaliate during the elections.

The truth is…

he won't be ready at all.

This is the perfect time to wipe out his whole crew and take his turf.

The people of Lyari decide who rules Karachi.

And it's time the one who rules Lyari is…

the Sher-e-Baloch.

Hamza, I won't do it again.

Please, let me go.

Come on, man. Hamza, please…

Let me go, man.

I messed up.

I won't do it again.

I swear, I won't do it again.

Never again, I promise.

Please, just let me go.

How much paya did you make today?

Five kilos.

You're minting money.

It's all by God's grace, bhai.

Come quickly.

Hurry up.

Yeah.

Bhai, from Lane No. 7, he's heading towards Mehran Khan Road.

Please, man, let me go. I won't do it again.

I won't do it again.

Please, man, let me go.

Hamza, please.

Please, just let me go.

Hamza, please…

Maqsood miyan, Uzair Baloch here.

Listen, there's been a cylinder blast at Hasneinabad Kala Gate.

I want the entire Lyari police force here.

And I want every road and street cleared for the next 40 minutes.

Okay?

Goodbye.

- He's running away. Get him. - Stop, you rascal.

Stop.

You can't escape us today.

Die, you rascal!

Mom!

- Uzair bhai! Uzair bhai! Babu! - What?

- Babu! Babu! - Where?

Saw him in the lane parallel to us, inside Imran bhai's rickshaw.

Who the hell is Imran now?

Imran Khan! The Imran Khan!

Our captain, Imran!

Found Babu!

Go, go, go! Come on, step on it!

Over there!

O Hussain! O Hussain!

Hamza, turn back, turn back now. We'll take the other lane. Let's go.

O Hussain! O Hussain!

O Hussain! O Hussain!

O Hussain! O Hussain!

Tell bhai to get to Cheel Chowk.

Stay back! I said stay back!

No one steps in.

You're my blood.

You're my own son, Rehman.

You want to kill me?

Rehman… Rehman,

you are my flesh and blood.

You killed your mother,

and now you're going to kill me too?

You're my son, Rehman.

I'm your father.

You're my boy…

I'm your father…

Rehman…

Rehman, you… Rehman…

You never should've killed my son, Babu.

Rehman…

From this moment on,

the Baloch rule Lyari.

And whoever betrays us

will suffer the same fate.

PAP, PAP, PAP!

PAP!

PAP, PAP, PAP!

Such a victory has never before been seen in the history of Lyari.

Mr. Jameel Jamali, who has won with 300,000 votes,

believes Karachi is only the beginning.

When the party president, the daughter of the nation,

Ms. Benazir Bhutto, returns from London,

all of Pakistan will be under PAP's reign.

- The future of Pakistan… - Jameel Jamali!

My dear brothers and sisters,

today, I see a spark in your eyes.

When I look at you,

that spark tells me that our Lyari demands change.

And that same spark is screaming and telling me

we need a big shift in our lives now.

And that change should come and will come.

And by the grace of Allah--

Rehman Baloch!

Rehman Baloch! Rehman Baloch!

All my enemies standing in front of me

Vengeance got no remedy

All my enemies standing in front of me

Vengeance got no remedy

All my enemies standing in front of me

Vengeance got no remedy

All my enemies standing in front of me

Vengeance got no remedy

Panic When I walk in they go panic

There's too much blood They need a bandage

There ain't nobody left standing

When I take shots, they can't manage

The mastermind when I plan it

Aim for your head, then I'm banging

When I walk in, they get panic

'Cause I'm that number one gangster

Gunshot to your head…

It's being said that the credit for this victory goes to

Mr. Rehman Baloch, a.k.a. Rehman Dakait.

The way he managed to draw not only the Baloch votes

but also those of the Pathans, Muhajirs,

and other communities toward him is remarkable.

Chop off your head, that's my passion

Dissolve your body in acid

'Cause I'm that number one gangster

Panic

Rehman! Rehman! Rehman!

You're a moon with a heartbeat

Stealing glances meant only for me

You're the road to my heaven, you know

Your father won the election

and you're sitting here, looking grumpy.

So what do you expect me to do, start dancing?

Have some shame.

- Get up and come with me. - Mom…

My father won the election,

why do I have to parade around for it?

I'm already late for my medical class. I'm leaving.

Quiet.

Let go of those dreams about studying medicine

- in Islamabad now. - Mom…

We'll find a nice boy and get you married.

Your father's teamed up with goons and thugs,

and you're making my life miserable on top of that.

- Come with me! Let's go. - What are you doing, Mom?

Mr. Jameel wants you on stage for a photo op.

- Let's go. - No, just you.

Rehman Baloch! Rehman Baloch! Rehman Baloch!

Uzair miyan…

Javed bhai! As-salam alaykum. All good?

Wa'alaykumu s-salam.

- Wa'alaykumu s-salam, Altaf bhai. - How are you?

- How do I look? - First class.

How are you, our savior?

Rehman Baloch! Rehman Baloch!

What's going on?

Bhai, this is Javed Khanani and Altaf Khanani.

They covered all the expenses for PAP's elections.

This is my brother, Rehman Baloch.

-As-salam alaykum. - As-salam alaykum.

I've heard a lot about you. Nice to finally meet you.

Zarwari sahab's party believes that if you stand with them,

PAP will sweep the national elections too.

If God wills.

There's a lot we can do for each other.

Lyari is perfect for our business.

If someone generous like you is in charge there,

we can run our business without any fear.

Ever thought about joining politics?

Look around you, sir.

Look how people react to you. It's unreal how--

Why are you all standing here roasting in the sun?

You know Babu Dakait got paralyzed because of heatstroke, right?

- Come on, let's sit in my AC cabin. - That's kind of you, sir,

but I should get going now.

- You sure? - Yes, yes.

- Alright, then. - Okay.

- Rehman miyan, all good? - Let's go, Altaf.

- Goodbye. - Uzair…

I need to discuss something important with you.

Yes, tell me.

I'm thinking…

instead of doing all this,

I should form a party and enter politics myself.

What do you think?

Did that scare you?

I'll be part of your party.

But with a separate identity.

That way, I can cut into the Muslim Movement Party's votes

and move them to you.

My boy's getting sharp now…

Come on, I'll get you a cold drink.

- Listen… - Yes?

Listen!

- What are you saying? - Come on.

I'll be right back.

What?

- Is that how you talk to your mother? - What?

- What? How is this my fault? - Is that the tone you use with her?

- She snatched my phone! - That phone is the root of all evil.

Give me the phone. You're glued to it all day.

- Dad, what are you doing? - Shameless kid.

- What are you waiting for? Get in. - This isn't fair! First, you scold me

- and then you throw my phone! - Get in the car right now.

Stop talking nonsense!

Tell me how is this my fault!

- You always blame me for everything! - Shut up.

Hey, whose phone did you flick?

Someone's looking all red today.

It's not red, it's meroon.

It's not meroon, it's maroon, dickhead!

What?

How much do these Khanani brothers make in a month?

Bhai, roughly speaking,

they pull in around 15 to 20 million just through forex.

Another 20-25 million through hawala,

and around 30 million from fake stamp papers.

I've heard rumors that they recently got their hands on plates

to print Indian 500 and 1000-rupee notes.

If that's true,

they'll be making at least five to six hundred million a month.

- Hamza, get me some ice. - Yes.

But how do they get that fake money into India?

You need a serious network for that.

It's simple.

From Karachi by sea to Qatar,

then from Qatar it goes in plane cargo to Nepal.

There's an Airport Minister in Nepal

whose son moves everything across the border

and sends it to a slaughterhouse in Uttar Pradesh.

Slaughterhouses always deal in cash.

So they mix the fake notes in with that cash.

What?

What?

Speak freely.

Bhai… I was thinking,

if you want to rise in politics, you need rich friends.

Violence can only take you as far as Lyari's throne.

To reach greater heights,

you must let your talent shine in the world of the wealthy.

Enjoy.

Deaf-to-the-world Is this carefree youth

Lost in wild thrills Is this dangerous youth

Deaf-to-the-world Is this carefree youth

Lost in wild thrills Is this dangerous youth

Why should I fear What the night might do?

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

Why don't we look out for Each other when the sun goes down

Say you want surrender When the siren sound

Yeah, run like the city's Gonna burn if we slow down

Now kiss me like we might Not make it when the lights go…

Let this night turn wondrous and bold

Let this fire of youth never grow old

Let this night turn wondrous and bold

Let this fire of youth never grow old

I can't control my Youth even if I want to

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

Good girls like to party Like the bad ones

Drop it down shorty let me bag some

Good girls like to party Like the bad ones

Drop it down shorty let me bag some

Way too many problems

But tonight I only got one

Ride or die now is you with me

SP Maqsood, how are you? All well?

Some "burger" kids are having a wild party at Qasim Qila.

Hit them with a raid, and you'll make millions.

Life will get nice and smooth.

Goodbye.

Wonder city with me

Wonder city with me

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

All I want is to dance with you

For the sake of my lips That tease and provoke

When I get down for the night Yeah, demon

I just wanna feel Wanna breathe, wanna live it

Your lips made a thousand Promises each time they spoke

Well, is it true that Your love is a blessing?

I just wanna feel Wanna love, wanna read it

How can you live after forgetting those?

Living it all out, I got no religion

I just wanna feel Wanna love, wanna read it

- Oh, yeah - Is it all now?

- Oh, yeah - It's a showdown!

Monica… Oh, my darling!

Monica… Oh, my darling!

You ain't never seen A bad girl on the street

Living it up, we in a run-down city

You ain't never met a bad girl like me

Living it up, hand on a gun so pretty

Could you fall in love With a girl like me?

My baby tough, he got a red machete

You ain't never met a bad girl like me

Living it up, hand on a gun so pretty

Oh God, oh God Oh God, when it all goes down

I'm gone, oh God Oh God, can you hold me down?

Still got my love to take Don't give if you want it all

Oh God, oh God Oh God, can you hold me down?

Oh, my love, please come here

He's so gangster, run down the city

Quench my restless soul that Glows and flickers like embers

Cold romance, yeah, he's my Da Vinci

Come hold me tight And quiet all the tremors

He's so candid, I'm his devotee

Come, hold me tight

He's so gangster, run down the city

Come, hold me tight

I'm sorry, but looks like we just ran out of fuel.

Come on, I'll walk you home.

No need, I live close by.

I can manage on my own. Thank you.

The thing is,

My mother used to say…

that men who protect women earn their place in heaven.

So please, don't take my seat in heaven away from me.

Yalina.

Hamza.

I saw you at the rally the other day.

Are you also into politics with my dad?

The truth would be too bitter for you…

and I don't have the courage to lie today.

You've already shown enough courage today.

I won't test you more.

You can tell me your bitter truth.

My full name is Hamza Ali Mazari.

I work for Rehman Baloch's gang.

I'm involved in all his illegal businesses.

But I also love poetry.

Mir, Faiz, Iqbal, Ghalib…

I don't do drugs or drink.

I have a cigarette or two sometimes.

I've never misbehaved with a girl.

I got into this line because I was broke.

I'm poor,

but I'm not a failure.

Want more bitter truth, or is that enough for today?

I have something that belongs to you.

How did Pakistan get hold of

our printing plates for the 500 and 1000-rupee notes?

Looks like some high-level ministry bureaucrats were involved, sir.

Sir, recently, a huge amount of fake currency

has entered UP through Nepal and Bangladesh.

We know the culprit, sir, but UP's mafia network is so strong

that breaking into it has become nearly impossible.

TRUTH ALONE TRIUMPHS

We've managed to infiltrate the Karachi mafia,

but we can't even get close to the UP Mafia!

Ridiculous.

Sir, these criminals have such heavy political backing

that arresting them is impossible.

Even if we gather enough evidence and pick them up,

they've always got the option of communal riots.

Their people will set UP on fire in two hours.

We need a government that will back us strongly.

Do one thing…

Let's at least start gathering intel.

If someday a leader comes to power in UP

who actually cares about the country,

this evidence will be useful.

Yes, sir.

And Bansal,

find out which ministry official helped them.

Indians are India's own biggest enemies.

Pakistan comes second.

- Come along. - Rehman bhai, welcome.

Uzair miyan.

- Javed bhai, all good? - All good.

This way, please.

Salam alaykum.

Major Iqbal is on his way here following a meeting with Zarwari sahab.

Welcome, Rehman bhai.

Meet Sajid Mir from Lashkar.

Abdul Bhuttovi and Azam Cheema.

Sir.

They run the biggest mujahid training camps in Muridke.

- Is that so? - Yes.

And this is Dawood Sayed Gilani, a.k.a. David Headley.

He works with Major Iqbal.

And this here is Rehman Baloch,

Lyari's undisputed king.

All he needs is a political crown.

Then I promise that you'll win Lyari's next election.

And this is Major Iqbal from ISI.

Rehman bhai.

Nothing moves in the Pakistani government

without his consent.

This massive business that we've built is only because of his blessing.

Javed bhai, blessings come from Allah.

I only carry out His will.

Come on…

Let's talk shop.

Sit.

Rehman bhai…

We need arms and ammunition from you in bulk.

Not the fake stuff,

the real deal.

Guns stamped "Made in Russia" or "Made in America", not ours.

If an international investigation happens tomorrow,

ISI's name shouldn't show up anywhere.

All we've got are first copies.

Replica guns.

You hold real influence in Balochistan.

Baloch United Force and its nine

leaders call you the Sher-e-Baloch.

They see you as their savior.

They'll never refuse you.

That's why you should buy the weapons from them.

I'll pay you far above market price.

You could've done that yourself.

The Baloch are fighting with us for independence.

Why would they give us their guns?

They'd never hand anything to Major sahab.

ISI and the Rangers have wiped out many BUF rebels lately.

And also killed 70 of their relatives under the pretense of "interrogations."

I won't betray my community.

Fine.

But Rehman bhai, anyone who's climbed to the top of Pakistani politics has had

to get their hands dirty to reach there.

If you want to step into this hammam,

you have to get naked.

I'm sorry,

but without knowing where those guns will be used,

it's tough for us to seal this deal.

You give us weapons,

we give you money.

You don't need to know anything beyond that.

Bhuttovi sahab,

every business survives on trust.

Doesn't hurt to offer them some reassurance.

Next month, first Friday, 3rd October,

about a dozen mujahids are going to India.

This time we've planned something big.

They'll be leaving from Karachi.

So we need the entire shipment safely delivered by Thursday.

Rehman bhai, don't worry.

This is not just about money,

I'll personally speak to Zarwari sahab about you.

That's great.

Congratulations on the election win.

I guarantee that Zarwari sahab will never say no to him.

Alright, then,

you'll get everything by Thursday next month.

Payment will be in dollars.

And don't make the mistake of

forgetting the promise you made.

I'm sure you know…

death by the hands of Rehman Dakait

is unimaginably barbaric.

Goodbye.

Yes, Javed, what is it?

He came here.

He wants to take Lyari from you.

If Rehman spreads his wings, you'll lose your post and your honor.

To kill a devil…

I'll have to rub the lamp.

Looks like it's time to unleash the jinn.

Wind, O wind

Carry her fragrance through the air

And tell me

- Where her hair first fell loose - Who is he?

Give me a sign of where she is

Please let me know

I'll go to her

Just let me see her once

Lead me to the one I love

Lead him to his beloved

Lead me to the one I love

Lead him to his beloved

Where's Mufeed?

He's gone for Hajj.

Bade sahab sent me instead.

Cash?

Where are you from?

Nushki.

Oh, nice…

Balochistan?

- Yeah. - All three of you?

Then you're a brother to me.

Come, let me treat you to some top-class hash.

Mufeed!

Mufeed!

Hang in there, I'll come back for you.

Hey, asshole,

this is an M4. You really think you can outrun it?

Once again, someone's face lit up

Today, they found the one they had lost

How did they find them, and where--

What were you thinking?

Bade sahab is some idiot?

You really thought you'd team up with Mufeed,

steal a grain's worth of stuff,

and walk out unscathed?

Cocaine has no smell, idiot.

Who puts talcum powder in a heroin packet, dimwit?

You would've gotten away with it

even if you'd used crushed headache pills.

Back when I was in the police, I had a partner.

I loved him more than I'd love my own brother.

Then I found out that behind my back, he and my fiancée were…

Then what?

During one of our operations,

I turned my gun on him and fired.

Ripped his guts out and hung them on my two-timing fiancée's doorknob.

I always tell Bade sahab,

I'd trust a crocodile,

but never someone like them!

No!

Once again, someone's face lit up

SWINE JAMALI

- Today, they found the one they had lost - Hey, SP…

Jameel sahab,

I just ran into three pigs.

I was hoping to spot a fourth,

and then you called.

Tell me, what can I do for you?

Forget the pigs and tell me where you are!

Careful.

Careful. Come with me.

This isn't right, Rehman bhai.

You're turning your back on your own people.

Do you even know

who you're siding with?

The same men our brothers are fighting with for freedom every day,

Those who are killing them every day?

Our children are being butchered, our women violated…

They want to wipe out our whole community

and you're helping them?

Don't start that community lecture with me, asshole.

I've taken four bullets for my community.

My community cost me my son.

If I take some back now,

I'm not robbing you of your mother, you little shit.

Bhai…

You're going to preach to me about right and wrong, your dickless clown?

No, bhai…

- Bhai, come inside, he's just a kid. - You'll preach to me?

Let it go, bhai, he's just a kid.

Hamza, leave.

You've lost your mind or what?

Cut this nonsense!

Hamza, leave, get out.

Bhai, let's go inside.

Hamza, I said go home!

Bloody dimwit.

3rd October, 12 mujahids.

But why Karachi?

It's not close to any border,

and they have no way to fly out from there.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking too.

They might be going by sea.

Gujarat.

Their target has to be Gujarat.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Fine. Okay.

I just got an alert from Victor One.

You got it too?

I've received the same warning three times,

3rd October, Karachi Port.

I got one from Tango Nine too,

but its location is Porbandar.

Same intel, ten to twelve heavily armed terrorists.

- Porbandar? - Yeah.

Guys, I got the same warning as well.

Mine said Jamnagar,

but the description was exactly the same.

We can't track this many locations at once,

it's not humanly possible.

Should we loop in Bansal sir?

Let's alert Naval Intelligence and Gujarat ATS.

They'll handle it from there.

Okay.

Yes, by God

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

I've got a strong dance move for you My friend

It's called Sabouha Destiny itself proposed to her

Stretch your hand next to you And give it a slap

Shake your shoulder This way and stay sturdy

Give me the prey dance

Add some more, I've got the money

For the pro, that we know is a catch

The one acting all high and mighty

Okay, then, do a dance for me

Come on, bring me a karak tea

Hey, get the car, let's go!

Do another dance for me

The penguin dance Or the six-eight rhythm dance

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win, this dance is amazing

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win, this dance is amazing

Nice, nice, his spot is nice

His decoration is nice

Do the marshmallow dance for me

Our Lord's made everything perfect

Your friend's shoulder is dropping He's shaking it too much

Hey, look, Aboudi is calling out!

As we carry the night, come on, let's go

I'm telling you Dance for me, it makes me happy!

Give me a dance, eat snacks

I'm telling you Do a hello goodbye dance

Add lots of sugar while I drink my tea

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

Two, three…

Count as you keep them.

- Shirani sahab… - Yes?

Bhai has set up medical coaching in Karachi for Shahbaz

and a hundred other children.

We'll take care of their food, stay, everything.

You just tell us when they'll be ready to leave.

We'll handle the rest.

Your grandfather has a lot of hopes from you, son.

Baloch is spilling a lot of blood for freedom.

You should try spilling some ink for it.

Who knows, you might end up helping Balochistan gain its freedom.

Rehman…

- Donga! - Yeah?

Shirani sahab, this is…

a small gift from us, especially for you.

And this is a short list of what we're looking for.

Can we get it before the first Thursday of next month?

Consider it done.

Yes, by God

Flipperachi!

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

Bro, go for it I've got a great vibe going

Bro, you'll win This dance is amazing

I've got a strong dance move for you My friend

It's called Sabouha Destiny itself proposed to her

Stretch your hand next to you And give it a slap

Shake your shoulder This way and stay sturdy

Give me the prey dance

Add some more, I've got the money

For the pro, that we know is a catch

The one acting all high and mighty

Okay, then, do a dance for me

Come on, bring me a karak tea

Hey, get the car, let's go…

Arshad Pappu can still be handled,

but Rehman Dakait is getting way too full of himself these days.

I had a chance to take him down in an encounter back in 1997,

but you stepped in and saved him.

He's your loyalist, isn't he?

You backed him all these years because it served your political needs.

And now I hear he wants to contest Lyari's elections.

You can't put "loyal" and "politics" in the same sentence.

Rehman's loyal to nobody.

You expect loyalty from a man who'd kill his own mother?

How long have you been suspended?

Seven years.

Seven years?

No wonder Lyari went to the dogs in these seven years.

I swear, this country has no value for real talent.

You're the one who got me suspended.

Me?

No way.

That's impossible.

No.

Really?

I…

That was ages ago.

I barely remember.

Probably because of some reckless, impulsive mistake…

made by you.

Anyway, let's get to the point.

I want Lyari wiped clean.

No filth, no gangsters.

And the first step is posting you back there.

Seven years of all

that fire boiling inside you…

I want it to be used the right way.

It's burning inside you, right?

Good.

This is your reinstatement letter.

Go fix Lyari,

my brave son.

Here you go. Take it.

It's nice to see you circle back to me.

But I cannot do this.

The filth you want cleaned up…

I can't do it alone.

Every cop in Lyari is in on Rehman Dakait's payroll.

I'll be dead before my first shootout.

Then what's the solution?

Lyari Task Force.

Made only of my boys.

I need army weapons and funding

so my men don't need bribes to survive.

We'll have a secret base of operations.

No outsider should ever know where it is.

Another important point.

Nobody interferes with my methods.

Not even you.

Then and only then

will I take responsibility for Lyari.

Otherwise, I'm living quite comfortably thanks to Bade sahab.

So, SP, you'll be joining on the 12th.

Don't make me look bad, alright?

Are you going to college or coming back home?

I'm going for my coaching classes.

I need some money, Dad.

Why?

It's the third, I have to pay my coaching fees.

Didn't your Mom tell you you're not going to coaching anymore?

Are you giving me the money,

or should I arrange it myself?

I'll smack you so hard all your "arrangements"

will fall out of your mouth.

You're just like your Mom.

Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.

We work our butts off for it.

And you women never stop with… "Buy me lipstick, buy me sandals…"

Get lost from here.

Go. I've given you enough. Don't stand here counting it.

Thank you.

If you are mine

Then the winds all bend toward you

If you are mine

Then every path opens for you

If you are mine

Then I am yours too

If you are mine

These lights shine only for you

If you are mine

My heart beats only for you

If you are mine

Then I am yours too

You're the uprising of A love that can't stay still

My whole world in your Arms turns dreamlike at will

It deepened

It deepened…

The color of love

It deepened

All of it belonged to you

If you are mine

Then the winds all bend toward you

If you are mine

Then every path opens for you

If you are mine

Then I am yours too

The sky itself blinks in awe of you

A thousand angels Lift their gaze to you

They ask what heaven holds you

Tell them my arms are The haven made for you

The sky itself blinks in awe of you

Never has it seen a wonder so true

Wherever you stand Every light breaks through

My only prayer is You stay in my arms too

If you are mine

Every tale belongs to you

If you are mine

Then the world belongs to you

If you are mine

Then I am yours too

You're the uprising of A love that can't stay still

My whole world in your Arms turns dreamlike at will

It deepened

It deepened

The color of love

It deepened

Yalina?

Alone?

What happened?

What's your dad's problem anyway?

He's not a bad man deep down.

Just imagine, he grew up an orphan,

spent his whole youth trying to plant himself in politics.

He got married at 45 to a woman who was 27.

I was born when he was 48.

He became a father at an age

where most men are becoming grandfathers.

No wonder our worlds don't match.

And on top of that,

kids from political families have a hundred restrictions.

A normal person would choke to death living like that.

Medical is just an excuse…

I just want to get out of that house.

If I stay there too long,

Dad will marry me off to some "burger kid".

If not a "burger kid," then who do you want to marry?

Welcome, welcome.

- Eid Mubarak! - Eid Mubarak, Ulfat!

Eid Mubarak, Faizal!

Yalina, Eid Mubarak!

Aslam is back.

Who, Atif Aslam?

Where had he gone?

Oh, you mean SP Chaudhary Aslam.

Zarwari sahab loves digging up old graves.

But don't you worry, I've got your back.

I'll take care of it.

You're my boy.

Hey!

- Eid Mubarak, dear! - Eid Mubarak!

Faizal miyan, I hear you flunked eighth grade again.

Looks like you're aiming to be a minister, just like me.

- Naughty boy. - Let's head inside.

- What's for dinner? - Let's go.

I want to burn in your love

I also want to find my Peace in your arms thereof

Some of my colors May shift and rearrange

Just to merge with yours

You're a moon with a heartbeat

Stealing glances meant only for me

You shine brighter When I hold you close

You're the road to my heaven, you know

If you are mine

Then the winds all bend toward you

If you are mine

Then every path opens for you

If you are mine

Then I'm yours too

You're the uprising of A love that can't stay still

My whole world in your Arms turns dreamlike at will

Hey, Hamza!

Hey, Hamza!

Stop!

It deepened

Aalam bhai, this is Yalina.

Aalam bhai, can we sit inside?

Sit here.

Is the pineapple fresh?

No?

I'll go get you some watermelon juice.

Sit.

It deepened

CHAUDHARY ASLAM REAPPOINTED AS SSP OF KARACHI: WHAT'S NEXT?

This man keeps coming to meet Dad.

SP Aslam.

Come here.

Keep an eye on him the next time he shows up.

Is this man a threat to you?

Sir, in March 2005, Javed Khanani and ISI Major Iqbal

had meetings in Dubai with one of our ministers and his son,

and they signed a massive deal.

It was decided that from then on,

India would also source the raw material for its currency notes

from the same British company that supplies Pakistan.

Lazarus Du.

All the raw material used for making

our fake currency is supplied to Pakistan through this company.

Which is why their quality is as good as real.

But how did they get the plates?

In January 2007,

a few design changes were made in the MG2005 series,

so new plates were produced by Lazarus.

Our minister and his son collected those plates in London,

and on their way back,

their private jet developed a technical fault

and they halted in Dubai for a couple of hours.

We believe they met Javed Khanani

and Major Iqbal again during that layover

and handed over replicas of the plates in a Dubai hotel.

Almost top 33 senior most high level bureaucrats

and officers were part of this deal.

Millions were transferred from Javed Khanani's London account

into the offshore accounts of our minister and these officers.

Sir, I think we should take immediate action against them.

We're powerless against them.

Sir…

Even if we expose them,

these ministers will cry political vendetta

and get us blacklisted.

But, sir, we can't stay silent either.

Bansal,

do you know the best thing about fate?

It shifts when the time is right.

Our time will come.

Until then,

watch…

and wait…

Khanani sahab, we're heading out in five minutes.

Don't worry, we'll be there.

Goodbye.

- Donga! - Yeah?

Go inside

- and tell Rehman bhai to move it. - Okay.

Khanani keeps blowing up my phone from the factory.

- Donga! Donga! - It's clear everyone's waiting on us.

- Yes, bhai? - Get the engines running.

- Yes, bhai. - Bhai, he…

Take the goods and leave for Khanani's.

- Faizal has suddenly fallen sick. - Let's go.

- Start the car. - I'm taking him to the hospital.

We'll come with you, bhai.

You all go. I've got Donga with me.

Listen, make sure they pay the full amount upfront.

Khananis can't be trusted.

Okay.

Let's go.

Drive already! Go.

All of you go with Rehman bhai.

Let's go.

What are you lot waiting for?

- Get in. Get moving. - Get in the car.

- Is everything loaded or not? - Yes, bhai.

What's on your mind?

Everything alright?

Salam alaykum.

As promised, delivery on Thursday.

Wa'alaykumu s-salam.

- Everything alright, Cheema sahab? - All good.

- How are you, bhai? - Uzair miyan!

Check everything.

We've got everything in the list.

Amazing.

Ajmal, Ismail, don't be shy, go on, pick it up.

We brought them especially for you.

Rehman really outdid himself.

Why didn't he show up?

He got tied up somewhere, so he couldn't come.

He has sent his regards.

Watch out, Donga!

Rehman!

Uzair, Hamza, you're sure you don't want some?

No, Javed bhai. We'll head out as soon

- as the boys finish loading up. - Don't put it in the boot,

keep it in the back seat.

It won't take long.

- The cry of Takbir… - Allah is the greatest!

So, are the boys ready to leave tomorrow?

No.

- Donga, Siyahi… - Yes, bhai?

- You two get going, - What about you, bhai?

and tell Uzair to inform Jameel.

But Khan bhai, he's the SP!

If you two stay here,

this boy won't make it out alive.

Weren't they supposed to move on Friday?

Yes, that was the plan.

But we learned someone tipped off

Indian Intelligence about our arrival.

They were waiting for us.

Rehman, my friend…

Should I punch just your ticket to heaven,

or do you want to take your wife and kid along too?

Once they arrest me,

take him straight to the hospital, understand?

Rehman…

They won't hurt you.

Anyway…

This plan is on hold until Bade sahab

gives the green light.

And the best part is…

we know exactly who the snitch is.

Come.

Uzair miyan, please join us.

Follow me.

Speak up!

Speak up now!

Come on, Sajid,

what are you doing, having sex with him or what?

He's an Indian spy.

These guys are tough as nails.

You whip him like that,

he'll flip it on you and make you his ride.

Wait, let me show you how this is done.

After the 1971 war,

there was an atmosphere of gloom in Pakistan.

I was six years old…

listening to the radio…

At that time,

Zia-ul-Haq said something that I never forgot.

Bleed India with a thousand cuts.

Just like these

countless tiny incisions in his body,

I swear on God,

I will make that country suffer a fate worse than this.

But for now, in the name of Allah,

let's begin with this.

Speak up.

How many infidel agents came with you?

Where are they deployed?

Karachi?

Rawalpindi?

Get talking, son.

I don't want to kill you.

Just tell me where they are.

How many of them are here?

You crossed into my country!

Talk!

Speak up!

These bastards don't understand the language of love.

Tell me! Where are they deployed?

Speak up!

Speak up!

Yeah, Donga, everything alright at the hospital?

Bhai, they've arrested Rehman bhai at the Mai Kolach bridge!

Who dared to do that?!

That rascal SP… Chaudhary Aslam!

The SP?! Dang!

Rehman bhai said you must inform Jameel bhai immediately.

Change of pace and a great breakthrough.

Hey Uzair, my boy, what made you think of me today?

Jameel bhai, listen carefully,

SP Aslam has arrested Rehman at Mai Kolach bridge.

What? Rehman got arrested?

Don't worry, my boy,

your Uncle Jameel will sort everything out.

I'll take care of it.

Just hurry, please. Do something fast.

The ball was close. A beautiful shot.

Come on, Misba! Another dropped catch?

I had money riding on that!

Jameel bhai will handle it.

- We need to gather all the boys-- - Head back home.

Uzair, home, now!

I've waited 12 years…

to see your blood on my shirt.

This is Rehman Dakait's blood we're talking about, SP sahab,

spill it wisely.

Thrash the bastard!

Aqlaakh!

Get everyone in Lyari moving.

I want updates on every step

- that LTF van takes. - Okay, bhai.

Aqlaakh!

Aqlaakh!

Yes, brother?

You…

Have you lost your mind?

What did you put in the kid's food?

How can you accuse me like that?

- I've worked here 40 years! - Get talking, Aqlaakh!

I don't know what you're talking about.

Speak before I finish you.

Who's with sister-in-law at the hospital?

Don't know, bhai.

Send someone there right now!

Where are they taking Rehman bhai?

- I swear, I don't know. - Don't know?

What are you talking about?

- Come here. - Where are you taking me, brother?

- For God's sake, let me go. - I'm giving you one last chance, Aqlaakh.

Speak up, or I'll carve out your kidneys

- and liver and make you eat them yourself. - I don't know… I really don't know.

You sure?

I don't know, brother.

Hamza, what are you doing?

Stop right there!

What are you doing, brother?

- Who's behind this? - Hamza, what's gotten into you?

- I don't know, brother. - You really don't know?

I don't know.

- Hamza… - Arshad Pappu!

Who?!

- Arshad Pappu! - What?

Arshad Pappu!

Arshad Pappu?

They gave me a liquid to mix into Faizal's milk…

How much did you sell your soul for, Aqlaakh?

Speak up!

How dare you… you betrayed my brother!

You betrayed Rehman bhai!

Brother, it was a mistake…

Brother… it was a mistake…

Brother, no… it was a mistake…

Brother, please forgive me.

Yalina.

I've been calling you forever… Where are you?

Yalina, I'm busy with something.

I'll call you back.

My love, at least check your messages.

I sent you a gift.

Keep an eye on your dad.

Keep an eye on the SP. Dad-SP-SP-Dad.

I've kept such a good eye on them,

you'll surely run here and kiss me when you find out.

Fine, Lyari is yours for the taking.

SP, you'll take care of the rest, right?

Yalina, where exactly are you right now?

Are you actually coming here?

Dolmen Mall.

I'm dead serious, Yalina.

Leave the mall, go to my place, and switch off your phone.

And don't step out till I get there.

Hamza?

- Yalina, go home. - Hello?

One run from two balls.

The moment the shot was taken, they ran. A thunderous appeal goes up,

but the umpire isn't convinced at all.

Both sides are now level on 195.

Concerned…

First, I want Rehman's head…

and then Lyari…

But still hanging on to plenty of hope.

One run needed off one ball.

First, I want Rehman's head…

and then Lyari…

at any cost.

And it'll be my job to get Rehman out of the house alone.

Fine, Lyari is yours for the taking.

Enjoy.

But listen, don't go sniffing around

those Muslim Movement Party beggars.

They're bloody broke.

Don't worry, Arshad, you're my boy.

Take a puff…

- SP, you'll take care of the rest, right? - And let the sorrows fade

Chant day and night…

Glory to Lord Krishna and Lord Ram

Jameel sahab, Hamza Ali Mazari here.

You've got one hour to have Rehman bhai at Shershah Bridge, alive.

If he's not there, this video becomes tonight's

breaking news on every channel.

Choose your next step wisely, Jameel sahab…

You see, your daughter is with me.

Yalina!

Yalina!

Yalina, where are you?!

Yalina!

What's going on?

Why are you shouting like this?

Where's Yalina?

She's at a mall.

She's not at any stupid mall!

Think you can handle the pain, kiddo?

I'll try… kiddo.

SWINE JAMALI

I was about to crack his head open when you called.

Aslam, don't kill Rehman.

What?

Check your phone.

First, I want Rehman's head…

and then Lyari…

at any cost.

Where did you get this from?

It doesn't matter!

If that video comes out,

my career is over and my daughter's as good as dead.

I can't hear you.

Any word on their van?

How is it so hard to track one vehicle?

Hamza…

Hamza, the SP isn't listening.

He's not answering my calls either.

I want to know where SP is, at any cost!

Where's the Lyari Task Force office?

I won't repeat myself.

What are you doing here, ma'am?

The school's closed.

You can't be in here without permission.

Please leave.

How dare you arrest my brother, you rascal!

- Sir, you need to see this. - Thrash them.

How dare you?!

You've got a lot of nerve these days, don't you?

Rascal…

You…

You shouldn't have done this.

You shouldn't have taken my brother.

You'll pay for what you've done!

Till that Aslam doesn't release my brother,

these rascals will stay hanging right here.

Tell me where is Rehman bhai!

Tell me now!

Don't spare anyone!

Let them all stay hanging here!

How dare that SP Aslam arrest my brother!

Turn them black and blue.

He should know the consequences!

You…

SP Chaudhary Aslam,

the blaze that'll rise out of Lyari Task Force

will reduce Karachi to ashes.

Your 40 men won't even have bodies left to bury.

In the next 30 minutes,

I want Rehman bhai at Shershah Bridge,

alive and unharmed.

Goodbye.

Be careful, bhai.

Which one of you is Hamza?

Come here.

Hamza…

You lit a spark and thought you could control the fire?

Don't fool yourself.

There's a whole heap of gunpowder here

enough to reduce men like you to ash.

You are great, Rehman Baloch!

Rehman! Rehman! Rehman!

Rehman! Rehman! Rehman!

Rehman Baloch! Rehman Baloch!

Come here.

Who told you about the Lyari Task Force office?

Jameel sahab.

He was worried about you.

In politics, all anyone worries about is the throne.

Bhai,

he's got a thing going on with Jameel Jamali's daughter.

The other day, our boys kept saying, "Yalina Jamali!"

Must say that's a big jump!

Is it love or just lust?

Love.

He's brought her home.

She's staying with him now.

Poor Jameel's already lost his daughter.

And God willing, he's also about to lose his throne.

We'll have to find a way to deal with SP and Arshad Pappu.

Don't you want to go home?

If you want to go to my place, then go.

I didn't come here just to run back.

Have we received Khanani's money?

We've got six crores so far, bhai.

Once the remaining six crores come in,

no one will be able to beat our party in Lyari.

Rehman bhai!

Your throne in politics is now guaranteed.

Uzair.

Hamza.

Come on, hurry up,

you're missing the most incredible moment of our lives.

We've been eagerly waiting for you to join us.

Come.

- How many have they lost so far? - God willing, my brother.

Paradise awaits you.

If you bring down the ambient sound just a little bit…

- Start a fire on several floors. - Salam.

- What you are seeing there right now… - Look, Rehman bhai,

this is the destruction your guns and ammo have unleashed.

Seems like Ghazwa-e-Hind is starting right here from Mumbai.

- Please, come and have a seat. - Come.

Rehman bhai!

But do not be mistaken… It's been driven

by the terrorist who attacked the CST Station.

This police van is not… It is being driven

by the terrorist who attacked the CST Station.

Presumably, these could be the same two terrorists

whose pictures we just showed you…

Which shocked many, he was carrying an AK47 in his hand.

The look on his face really told the story there.

A young man in a T-shirt with a sling on his left arm…

And carrying what appears to be either an AK47

or an… or a light machine gun.

As-salam alaykum, Ali.

You okay?

Your target, the Taj Hotel…

Media is giving it maximum coverage.

Trapped, still looking out of their windows, waiting…

Did you start a fire yet?

My brother,

unless we see fire blazing,

the mood doesn't kick in.

We need to scare them out of their minds.

In fact, there has been another explosion right now.

Six blasts in about 35 minutes.

Rehman bhai, you've outdone yourself.

Remember…

Don't spare any Jews or any foreigners in those rooms.

They are all infidels.

Women, kids, old people…

Kill them all, my brother.

Every single one of them is an infidel.

Don't hesitate.

Operation Nariman House commandos came

from the sky, not the street.

Listen, Indian commandos are entering from the fifth floor.

Throw a handful of grenades at them.

More than 80 people are dead.

Several hundred were injured.

Forty hostages taken.

- The cry of Takbir… - Allah is the greatest!

- The cry of Takbir… - Allah is the greatest!

Allah is the greatest!

All right, God willing.

You have to be strong, my brother.

There's no need to panic.

- Not at all. - God willing,

even if a bullet tears through you,

this mission still counts as a win.

- Yes, yes. - Allah is waiting for you in heaven.

God willing.

Umar, take cover! Take cover now!

Put a bullet in every person that you see.

We've already killed a commando right at the damn entry.

Not yet, but soon, God willing.

All praise to Allah, all praise to Allah…

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Should we keep some alive or just kill them all?

Listen up, destroy each and every one of them.

And save your own ass from this mess.

The whole point is that you hold them in such a way that

the bullet doesn't bounce off and come flying back into your face.

God willing.

Make them sit facing forward,

and put a bullet straight through the back of their head.

Hello?

- You talk to them, you talk to them. - I have already talked to them.

I was talking to the Consulate just a few seconds ago and…

Don't worry, ma'am.

Just sit back and relax, and don't worry, and just wait for them to contact, okay?

Yes, sir.

If they contact right now,

maybe you're gonna, you know, celebrate your Sabbath with your family.

- Hello. - Okay.

You killed one?

No, both…

Give them an ultimatum!

This is just the trailer.

The whole movie is yet to come.

They should know this is just the trailer.

The whole movie is yet to come.

We passed on the intel.

Got it there before time.

Then how the hell did this happen?

- We told them about 3rd October. - Oh, come on!

We never told them about 26th November.

On that day, the intelligence department received 309 different threat alerts.

Cochin, Manipur, Samba, Delhi, Jaipur, Somnath!

Some real, most wrong.

The one they caught.

Ajmal Kasab…

I'm the one who put a gun in his hands.

They walked straight…

into my home in broad daylight!

Iqbal,

Khanani,

Mir,

Bhuttovi.

I'll finish every last one of them.

Revenge burns hot, Hamza.

It'll torch your neighbor's house,

but the flames will always cross your own courtyard.

One wrong move and you go down.

If even one of our assets gets caught across the border,

India's reputation will crumble into dust.

You'll get your revenge.

Be patient.

We're in this game to win.

And to win, there's only one rule…

For us to stay alive.

Here…

A wounded lion doesn't fear death.

It just makes him more lethal.

Where were you all night?

Where were you?!

I'm sick of waiting for you in this pigeonhole!

Hamza, I'm talking to you! Answer me!

I left my father's home for you!

Are you drunk?

Who were you with?

Some girl?

Were you with her all night?

Hamza, answer me!

Did you spend the night with her? Who is she?

Who is she? Who were you with, Hamza?

Answer me!

I want to be the undisputed king of Karachi.

If you can walk beside me,

you'll have every right to me as long as I live.

But hereafter…

there will be no more questions.

If you can't do that,

the door's right there.

Hereafter,

if you ever ask me to leave again,

I'll burn you alive in your sleep.

PEOPLE'S DECISION PAKISTAN AWAMI PARTY

My brothers of Lyari,

seeing this kind of energy today,

my late wife Benazir's soul must be smiling.

Our opposition may have forgotten,

but once upon a time,

Lyari voted for me too,

just like you voted for Jameel sahab,

and made me the MNA of this very place.

That's why today, I'm thrilled to announce…

That in the upcoming election,

representing PAP…

my younger brother…

Rehman Baloch's party,

the People's Aman Committee will fight in alliance with us!

Come to me, come here

Come to me, come here Oh, my beloved

Come to me, come here

Come to me, come here

Hold me tight, my dear

Oh, my beloved You have stolen my heart away

Oh, my beloved My eyes yearn for you

All my faith has shattered And been swept away too

You have stolen my heart away

You have stolen my heart away

You have stolen my heart away

As-salam alaykum, Lyari!

Right after my duty to God,

my greatest duty is to honor Lyari.

And for that honor,

if I ever have to place my head on a platter,

I'll gladly offer it.

In return for the respect Zarwari sir

showed me by calling me his younger brother,

my party, the People's Aman Committee,

promises you this.

We will stand with PAP…

till the end of time!

The leader of Pakistan, Atif Ali Zarwari!

The leader of Pakistan, Atif Ali Zarwari!

The leader of Pakistan, Atif Ali Zarwari!

The leader of Pakistan, Atif Ali Zarwari!

- The cry of Takbir… - Allah is the greatest!

What will a true messiah of our community be like?

He will be like Rehman Baloch!

What will a true messiah of our community be like?

He will be like Rehman Baloch!

You have stolen my heart away

You have stolen my heart away

You have stolen my heart away

You have stolen my heart away

Come to me, come here

Lyari's political scene is shifting once again.

Today, in a surprising move,

Pakistan's President Atif Ali Zarwari announced that

his Pakistan Awami Party will contest

the next election alongside Rehman Baloch's new party,

the People's Aman Committee.

With this, Rehman Baloch,

known across Lyari as its savior,

is officially stepping into politics.

Darn it!

According to political analysts,

Rehman's entering the fray raises serious doubts

about Jameel Jamali's political future.

Zarwari sahab's decision could completely reshape

the face of Pakistani politics.

Lyari, once known only for mafias and gangs…

Dad's whole life is about to fall apart.

With the crimes he's stacked up, this was inevitable.

Your dad's sins are nothing next to mine.

You don't know my dad.

If he could, he'd sell all of Karachi in a heartbeat.

Invite him for tea tomorrow.

Here?

If you'd actually done your duty as a father,

your daughter wouldn't be sitting in my house today.

And now some rookie

thinks he can school me?!

She's 19, and you must be around 30-32?

Have a little shame, you bastard.

Just cause you managed to sweet-talk a kid,

you think you're some hero?

I was already running the streets when your mom was

still wiping your ass.

Remember this,

my blood echoes through all of Lyari,

you useless piece of…

He wants to lecture me on what a father's duty is!

To save your political position,

sometimes you leaned on Rehman,

sometimes on SP Aslam.

And these days you've got that

snake, Arshad Pappu, coiled around your neck.

You've always propped up people

who could crush you the moment they get stronger

and snatch Lyari right out of your hands.

If you really want to hold on to Lyari,

don't bet on Rehman, don't bet on Arshad.

Choose someone who's close.

Someone loyal.

Someone related to you.

Someone who's family.

Think about it, Jameel sahab…

This advice is straight-up fire.

Fine, Lyari is yours for the taking.

You lifted the veil

And all went astray

A small meeting

Turned into wild incident today

Our eyes met

Just me and you

Night became day

Then night once again came through

I'm a delicate flower With an innocent face

A golden heart and intentions Full of grace

I'm a delicate flower With an innocent face

A golden heart and intentions Full of grace

No one knows what I hide behind this veil

No one knows the secrets in my tale

Let me show you how addictive I can be

Let me show you how to be naughty

When my eyes meet yours fearlessly

Let me show you how to be naughty

When my eyes meet yours fearlessly

My dear, you've become especially favored by Zarwari sahab.

All thanks to your recommendation after the 26/11 incident.

You're alone, and I'm the same

When we come together We are a blazing flame

You're handsome I'm romantic in my own way

When night falls, our masks fade away

My lips are painted like a rose so fine

My lips are painted like a rose so fine

Let me offer a sweetness that feels divine

Let me show you how to be naughty

When my eyes meet yours fearlessly

Let me show you how to be naughty

When my eyes meet yours fearlessly

If India pulled this on us,

I swear to God I'd march straight into Delhi

and butcher every one of those guys.

Everything alright, guys? All good? Need anything?

It's your wedding.

Go enjoy yourself.

- Go make some babies. - Indeed.

Come, Hamza, sit with us.

We were just saying,

after 26/11, we really thought India would strike back.

But they turned out to be cowards.

Congratulations on the wedding.

Those Indians kept whining to America,

and America kept dangling a carrot in front of them.

A carrot!

ISI thinks that, along with Kashmir,

we should spark the Punjab movement again.

So they have requested something Mumbai-style

to go down in Amritsar on 15th August.

I'm always ready to serve ISI, bhai.

Send the list to Uzair.

The goods will reach ahead of schedule.

That's great.

If Rehman bhai has said it, it's as good as done.

Hey, check the date.

Wait, doofus, I'll grab it.

Look properly. Check it.

What about 9th August? You're free that day.

You can speak to Shirani sahab

and get the arms and ammo sorted for that date.

You'll receive everything on the night of 9th August.

Perfect.

Rehman bhai, how about a group photo?

- Come on, get up, if you can… - My friend's getting married today

My friend's getting married today

Come on.

A man standing six and a half feet tall…

Smile, sir, it's your first wedding.

Cut it out, uncle, or I'll get your mother remarried.

I'm always ready to serve ISI, bhai.

Lovers are meant to promise and stay

But the one who leaves has a price to pay

You showed me brightness Then left me in ache

Pulled out my soul like It was yours to take

You left me in ache

Then you pulled out my soul like It was yours to take

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Tell me what love gave me here?

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Your promises ruined me, my dear

You played those lover eyes From the winning lane

You walked off winning While I lost the game

Your weak heart suddenly learned to roar

That's why you turned your face And closed the door

- As-salam alaykum, Shirani sahab. - Wa'alaykumu…

Rehman?

He got tied up with some political work, so he sent me in his place.

Here's the list for the new lot.

We need more guns this time.

When do you want them?

By 9th August, at 3 o'clock.

Uzair will meet you at the Kotri border.

Let me know if you've got any questions about anything on this list.

Rehman bhai's swamped these days, so he's handed this job over to me.

We've already lost 63 kids.

Yesterday, ISI poisoned the school's water supply.

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Tell me what love gave me here?

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Tell me what love gave me here?

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Nice work, Rehman bhai, cutting the ribbon and all that!

Do something that people Turn this into a song

Don't push me away, darling I'm not that strong

Your leaving cut me, tore my soul apart

Left me crazy with an empty heart

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Tell me what love gave me here?

Your promises ruined me, my dear

Salam alaykum, Shirani sahab. All well?

What?

I had no clue.

No, it's fine, not an issue.

I'll talk to Rehman bhai.

What's going on?

Shirani sahab is already at the Kotri border with the ammo.

I didn't even know the delivery was scheduled for today.

Bhai fixed the date himself on the same day as my wedding reception.

It's okay, I'll go get it. You stay with bhai.

No, no, let me go, it's no biggie.

You stay with Rehman bhai.

Anyway, I find this political drama quite ridiculous.

- Stay in touch. - Yeah.

I'll call once I have the goods.

Hand me the car keys.

Whatever needs to be done has to be done before we enter Lyari.

Once he crosses into Lyari,

you won't be able to lay a finger on Rehman.

The best spot for it?

That forest stretch near Circular Road.

Why are we taking this route?

There's bridge construction going on at Dastan,

and traffic's backed up like crazy.

Where are Rasal and Saukat?

Stuck at the Kasim Park signal.

They'll join us on the Lyari Expressway.

Where's Uzair?

He's gone to Kotri, bhai,

to pick up the ammunition shipment for Amritsar.

I was supposed to inaugurate the pipeline today.

This date was fixed on the day of my wedding reception.

I suggested it?

Yes, bhai.

Anyway, Uzair should be on his way back.

Another two to three hours and he should be here.

Hey, check the date.

What about 9th August?

You're free that day.

Pull over.

I gotta empty the tank.

It's not safe here.

Hold it in for another half kilometer.

I wouldn't trust this Baloch for a second.

The only reason he's still alive is…

because I allow it.

Sure, he's a Baloch, but he's also my son-in-law now.

Understand one thing.

The day he sits on Lyari's throne,

the reins of Karachi fall into our hands.

And once you've got Karachi by the reins…

You can ride all of Pakistan.

Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop.

Hamza…

Yes, bhai?

- Don't hand your heart to a stranger, dear - Stop the car.

- Or every day you'll have to shed tears - Listen, Baloch,

if you double-cross me,

I will pimp you out before I kill you!

And Jameel sahab,

I'll personally castrate you.

These fresh love-wounds Still burning through

I'll stitch them shut, with a smile too

And if my lover hands me poison to take…

Stop the car.

Dhurandhar!

I'm a king, but I'm far from a saint

They call me a bad man

That's a fucking good thing

Mama said swing back When another man swings…

Stop the car right now!

Rehman bhai?

Father, forgive me I can't forgive them

Stop the car right now!

- What happened, bhai? - He's a traitor!

He's teamed up with the SP!

Hamza, hit the brakes!

- Stop the car right now! - Don't hand your heart to a stranger, dear

Or every day you'll have to shed tears

If you choose a saint to stay beside

You'll have to walk That saintly path in stride

Pull over right now!

These fresh love-wounds Still burning through

I'll stitch them shut, with a smile too

And if my lover hands me poison to take…

Dhurandhar!

Stop…

Dhurandhar!

Don't hand your heart to a stranger, dear

- Or every day you'll have to shed tears - You dog, hit the brakes.

- Stop it. - If you choose a saint to stay beside

You'll have to walk That saintly path in stride

These fresh love-wounds Still burning through

I'll stitch them shut, with a smile too

And if my lover hands me poison to take…

Dhurandhar!

Hold him down.

Dhurandhar!

Don't hand your heart

Don't…

Dhurandhar!

One and only calling out all the phonies

- Goat of 'em all - Dhurandhar!

He's invincible, he's untouchable

- He's seen it all - Dhurandhar!

One and only calling out all the phonies

- Goat of 'em all - Dhurandhar!

He's invincible, he's untouchable

He's seen it all

I'm a king, but I'm far from a saint

They call me a bad man

That's a good good thing

Mama said swing back When another man swings

So I make mama proud And make the hits rain

Heavy is the head

It's a blessing and a curse

Heavy is the head

I'm gonna make it worse

Heavy is the head

Hit 'em where it hurts

Dhurandhar!

Donga, get up.

Bhai!

Bhai!

What happened? Who did this?

- Make sure he's dead. - Okay, bhai.

- Finish him. - Okay, bhai.

I won't spare him.

Wait, you…

Bhai! Bhai, SP!

Move, move, move! Guys, move forward!

On your right. On your right.

Take positions.

Hamza, you rascal!

Stop, you traitor. I won't spare you.

Stop!

Stop, you…

Surround them from the right side.

Get out of the car.

Step out of the car.

Donga?

Think you can take them?

I'll wipe them off the face of the earth!

You're dead meat today!

Cover!

Come on! Come here, and I'll teach you a lesson!

Stop, you rascal.

You can't escape me.

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come to daddy!

You traitor! Stop!

Take that, you bugger!

Come out! I'll show you what Donga really is!

Come on! Yes!

Come on!

Take that, you bugger!

This can't kill a Balochi!

Come to daddy!

Dhurandhar!

Dhurandhar!

Dhurandhar!

Are you enjoying this, SP sahab?

I don't lose.

Die!

Just die already!

- The cry of Takbir… - Allah is the greatest!

You enjoying this?

This is Rehman Dakait's blood, spill--

SP sahab,

whatever happens,

Rehman has to stay alive till he reaches the city.

Shove your finger in the wound,

or he is going to bleed out.

Stop the car. I need your help.

Stop, stop you…

Stop the car. I need your help.

Stop, the damn car you…

You…

Hey, rickshaw! Stop, you…

Stop!

- I need help. - Yeah, yeah, sure.

He's been shot.

- We have to get him to a hospital. - Rehman bhai?

I heard you've been fooling around with Shagufta lately.

He's with her every damn day.

She likes playing with my marbles as well.

Hold on, boys.

Hey, Hamza, we'll be there in a bit.

Uzair, get back right now.

LTF hit bhai. He's been shot.

Come back immediately.

Look at me, bhai. Don't shut your eyes.

Keep your eyes open, keep breathing.

Stay with me… yeah, that's it, that's it.

Keep your eyes--

Bhai, I'm right here.

You're going to be okay, bhai.

Keep your eyes open. Breathe, bhai, breathe.

Don't shut them, bhai. You'll be fine.

We won't let anything happen to you, bhai.

Drive faster!

Yeah, yeah, I am!

We're almost there, bhai. Almost there.

Doctor!

Get out of my way!

Don't lose hope.

You will be fine. Keep your eyes open.

- Hurry up, hurry up. - We are here.

Let's go. Hurry up.

Go, go, go, get out of our way.

- Get out of our way. - You will be fine.

Breathe, bhai, breathe.

Why aren't you prepared for an emergency like this? Move!

- Take him inside now! - Go, go, go!

- Move. - Get out of our way!

Doctor…

Rehman bhai, keep breathing.

Open… open your eyes.

Doctor, he's…

You will be fine.

Rehman bhai…

Oh God, how could you let this happen?

Rehman bhai…

He was our messiah!

Rehman bhai…

How could this happen?

Covered in blood, he was running with Rehman bhai on his shoulder.

Hamza bhai did everything he could to save him.

But what Allah writes, no one can rewrite…

As long as sun and moon remain, Rehman, your name will still sustain.

As long as sun and moon remain…

We've just received word that the king of Lyari,

the savior of the poor,

Sher-e-Baloch, Rehman Dakait, is no more.

According to sources,

Rehman was returning from a political meeting.

Near the jungle by Circular Road,

the LTF stopped his vehicle and recovered weapons.

Before they could be questioned,

Rehman Dakait and his men opened fire on SP Chaudhary Aslam and the LTF team.

Both sides exchanged heavy gunfire.

Most of Rehman's men were killed in the crossfire.

Rehman Dakait was hit,

and by the time he was rushed to Lyari General Hospital,

he had already lost too much blood and died.

Outside the hospital, chaos has broken out.

Public anger is at its peak.

People of Lyari want answers.

Yeah.

Do you know who did it?

I'm hungry…

I'm starving.

2002

What is Operation Dhurandhar?

For the first time in the history of espionage,

we'll send our own asset to infiltrate the Pakistani underworld…

their mafia, their gangs.

It won't be easy to get into Rehman Dakait's gang.

You might have to wait for a long time.

Is this my son's blood?

Yes.

In fact, evidence has shown

that directly or indirectly,

Pakistan has been involved in nearly every major terror attack worldwide.

When the ISI sends a terrorist organization to strike India,

where do they get their weapons and ammunition?

From their own underworld.

Guns stamped "Made in Russia" or "Made in America,"

not ours.

If an international investigation happens tomorrow,

ISI's name must not appear anywhere.

That's why, by infiltrating these gangs,

we'll get first-hand intelligence on their mafia,

their links with terrorists, and the ISI's involvement.

We're going to induct criminals for this operation.

Those who are either on death row or serving life sentences.

People who have no purpose left in their lives.

We'll give them a purpose.

And if we succeed,

we might just have a killing machine in our hands.

There's a big back gangster on the loose

Thick skin, cold weather Black leather, big news

There ain't nothing that a man can't do

So bring in the war With blood we pay dues

There's a gangster, a gangster

Words he don't speak But the danger will tame ya…

A wounded lion doesn't fear death.

It just makes him more lethal.

They tell me to accept My destiny with grace

Pressing poison into my hands They urge me to swallow it

They tell me to accept My destiny with grace

Pressing poison into my hands They urge me to swallow it

But once I drink it They ask why I don't die

And when I'm dying They say I must live

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He's a fight to the death

He's a gun to my head

An impossible friend

And put it all in one man

Men!

Check this out!

Men!

This is the new India.

We barge into your homes and terminate you.