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The year is 1971.

This story is of the time when Pakistan was divided in two parts.

West Pakistan and East Pakistan.

Today, East Pakistan is known as Bangladesh.

The people of East Pakistan...

were upset with the brutality of their government.

The cry for freedom was reverberating across the country.

It led to the merciless slaughter of thousands of innocent citizens.

There was an exodus of refugees from East Pakistan...

who were trying to enter India.

In these circumstances,

even the Indian government was in favor of East Pakistan's freedom.

Both the nations were on the brink of a war.

Grandma, a peacock took your peahen

A crook took away what remained

I had started a project some time back.

I needed a person...

who could easily be sent...

across the border.

One man stood out amongst the others.

This man could change colors like a chameleon.

He had the talent to blend in anywhere.

And lastly, I would like to say a few lines.

Please listen.

"Affection is something musical

Affliction is just like melody

The heart is a drop of blood

Its color is blushful

There is a desire in this color

And every desire is colorless"

Come in.

It was a fantastic performance, dude!

Thanks for the compliment, bugger!

I never imagined you could have any talent besides counting money.

Thank God! You finally found me worthy enough.

Shall we go, Romeo and Juliet?

We are getting late for the party.

Give me five minutes.

Oh, Bulle Shah

Oh, Bulle Shah

Meet my eyes, dear

Let's stare at each other for some time, My love

I am mesmerized by your beauty

Meet my eyes, dear

Let's stare at each other for some time, My love

It's an amazing feeling

It was my choice to surrender and die

The arrows of your beauty Were launched at me

Your companionship is amazing

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

Be the shower of love

Be mine I have left the world for you

Your eyes are so pretty

Embraced with kohl, I dwell in your eyes

Look around There are signs everywhere

I don't say anything But everyone does

Your companionship is amazing

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

-Parul. -Oh, Bulle Shah

I think it's been two months that I have been asking you.

Shall we go for a movie tomorrow?

I promise I will not hold your hand.

Whose hand will you hold then?

You add colors to my life

You fill me with happiness

Your companionship is amazing

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

-Oh, Bulle Shah -Where is my heart going?

Mom.

Why didn't you sleep yet?

I had told you I would be late.

The bank had a...

Mom!

My loving mother!

Stop with the drama.

Have you eaten?

Mom, would I ever give up your stale and burnt rotis?

Stand up.

Stand up!

Stand straight. Don't move.

Mom, did you have dinner?

Have I ever eaten without you?

Warm up the halwa for me.

Tell me something, how do you get time for theatre?

-I-- -The manager is looking for you.

Go.

Ram Singh, give me a cup of tea.

What happened to your leave application?

Can't you see the kettle dangling from my hand?

My request is dangling--

-Put your hands up! -Put your hands up!

Where are the keys?

-Put your hands up! -Where are the keys?

Put your hands up!

Stand straight!

Where are the keys?

Where are the keys to the safe?

-Can't you hear? -Where are the keys?

Where are the keys to the safe?

-Where are the keys to the safe? -Can't you hear?

Put your hands up!

-Come on! -Put your hands up!

Where are the keys to the safe? Put your hands up!

Where are the keys to the safe? Put your hands up!

Ratan, pick up the gun!

Parul, call the police!

Come here!

Asset taken.

Romeo alias Rehmatullah Ali,

son of Subedar Major Gulrez Ali.

He was martyred in the 1962 Indo-China war.

Vir Chakra awardee.

Your father was your favorite hero.

You wanted to follow his footsteps and join the IMA.

But after your father's death your mother forbade you from doing so.

Where are the keys to the safe?

-Put your hands up! -Put your hands up!

Srikant Rai.

You…

All of this?

I want to prepare you for a kind of performance...

which can change India's future.

I know it will not be easy for you to make the decision.

Your mother means everything to you.

Your life begins and ends with your mother.

But the truth is that...

you are the son of the martyr Subedar Major Gulrez Ali.

He got martyred to protect his country.

Romeo, the country needs you.

You are earlier than usual!

Yes, Mom.

Your father had taken us to Delhi

to witness the Republic Day parade.

You started saluting as soon as the national anthem played.

Mom, I have been promoted.

The bank is sending me for training for a few months.

Sending you?

What will I do here?

It's only a matter of a few months.

Please serve me food.

Only one factor determines whether wars are won or lost.

What, when and where is the enemy planning?

You will be staying in this house.

There is something unique about Mohammad's tea and this place.

You are looking at things but can you really see them?

You will need to get used to observing nuances in a single glance.

Tell me something about your childhood, Romeo.

Me and Dad...

Sir, I think you know more about my childhood.

Anyway.

Dad loved trekking.

And Mom...

She avoids walking.

Did you observe anything?

It crossed us twice.

I never thought you would be following my editorial.

I have to follow it.

How come you are here so early?

I have an interview with Madam.

Placing a field agent in such a hostile area and...

that too in this position--

Sir, in order to gather solid intel...

we need to take some risk.

But, at what cost?

Along with this project, you are risking so much personally.

Well!

I shall sign it...

as you came here with Madam's approval.

The responsibility for this project is yours and...

only yours.

After independence, I was a soldier in the Indian Army.

Romeo,

we are among the few fortunate ones...

who got a chance to serve their country.

Always remember and respect this honor.

You are being sent on an undercover mission.

You will have to keep in mind...

If I say your tea is cold,

then I'm actually trying to tell you that you don't need to drink it.

You will never be spoken to in a straight forward manner.

You will have to interpret the truth and understand it.

And what if I'm not able to do that?

It will be easier to find your way out.

I'll be with you at every stage.

Stop the bus.

Stop.

Show me your ID.

Show me your ID.

You are trying to enter the country with forged documents!

He seems to be an Indian.

Take him away and investigate him thoroughly.

Show me your ID.

You do not exist in the records anymore.

Your new identity will be... Akbar Malik.

Akbar is a Pakistani Kashmiri living in POK.

His parents were killed eight years ago in a cross fire at the border.

Akbar works as an Assistant Manager at POK Hotel.

For work purpose,

an important guest is coming from Karachi to stay at the hotel.

Isaq Afridi.

A Pakistani who loves his country more than himself.

He is very close to the Chief of the Pakistan Army...

and a key for your lock.

Thank you, Akbar Malik.

-Assalamu alaikum. -Wa alaykumu as-salam.

In the last four months, there have been two attempts to assassinate Isaq Afridi.

Those who know have said that there is only one person...

behind the attacks.

His son, Nawab Afridi.

Just a minute, sir.

Dear, what's with the tape on your fingers?

I like to fly kites.

This is one of the rewards for cutting others' kites.

I like to fly kites as well.

Let's have a duel whenever we get the time.

Then we shall see who rules over the skies.

Inshallah, of course.

Sorry for the inconvenience, sir.

The kitchen is closed and the chef has left as well.

No problem.

Mr. Afridi, if it's alright with you, I can take you outside for dinner.

Where are you planning to take me?

Somewhere nearby.

There is a shop owned by Khan Chacha at Rusul Street.

Their meat delicacy is--

Wow!

I hope you are not a spy.

You know everything about me.

Are you a local resident?

Yes, Mr. Afridi.

My house is beyond the mountains there.

You stay near the border.

Yes, sir.

My father used to own a lot of property across the border.

In India?

Not India, Kashmir.

India rendered us homeless.

And your parents?

They died eight years ago.

We had apple orchards here.

Apples! Take some juicy apples!

Take some juicy apples!

How are you doing? All good?

-What's your name? -What's your name?

Take some juicy apples for 25 paisa a kilo!

Take some juicy apples!

-Take some juicy apples! -How much is it for?

Take some juicy apples!

Mr. Afridi!

I'm fine.

Nawab followed us here as well. For how long we will remain silent?

Brother!

Thank God, you are fine.

We will care for you much better

than government hospitals.

You will not be bothered by the police here.

I came to know from the hotel...

that you had already resigned.

They wanted to transfer me...

to a new branch, out of the country.

But I don't want to leave Pakistan.

Will you work with me? In Karachi?

I will light a cigarette to signal that...

Isaq Afridi is heading in your direction.

When you reach Karachi, you'll first meet a person...

known as Joker.

It's not just a name but a position.

This person runs the operation for me in Pakistan.

Only I know Joker's real identity and work.

Akbar Malik.

Qureshi butchery.

In five minutes.

The cigarette packet is a way to communicate with me.

Use it only when you fear being exposed,

or you need to meet the high command.

You will meet the high command only through my secured network.

The details of your future movements are in the cigarette packet.

This is our first and last meeting.

May I know your name?

Here's some advice.

Do not say anything that can get you into trouble.

It will make your stay here a lot easier.

Allah Hafiz.

Liaqatabad! Liaqatabad!

-How much for the apples? -Half a rupee for one kilo.

Give me a kilo.

Mr. Akbar!

How do you know my name?

Why were you following me?

I do not have the nerve to follow you.

I was just keeping an eye on you.

I was ensuring that nobody is spying on you.

Joker has sent me.

Mudassar?

You are choking Mudassar. I am your servant.

Welcome to Liaqatabad.

Come.

Come in. This is your house.

What do you know about Joker?

Sir, the lesser you know about him the better.

Please come.

This is your office.

You are tuned in to Akashvani.

You heard that beautiful number requested by Mr. Iqbal.

Let's listen to the next requested track.

This is your transmitter.

Come here.

Here, keep this for your safety.

I wish to God that you may never have to use it.

Joker messaged.

Oh, Allah

Oh, Allah

Akbar!

Akbar!

I got you!

Sit.

With Allah's grace, we have pulled off a massive arms deal.

It's a significant contract.

We need to make this delivery to East Pakistan in seven days.

The rest of the details are in this.

Alright, sir.

How does Afridi get such contracts?

It is not that tough, sir.

The Chief of Army, General Jahangir Alam...

gets a hefty percentage of every deal.

Their tie-up is dangerous for two people.

Isaq Afridi's son, Nawab Afridi...

and the one in Pakistan Army,

ISI chief, Lieutenant General Ghazi Ali Hayat.

They are best friends.

They are just waiting for an opportunity

to replace the Chief of Army and Isaq Afridi.

There is a message from Akbar.

A huge consignment of arms is being delivered.

In East Pakistan, two units of the Pakistan Army's

23rd Infantry Brigade have been spotted.

Chief, it seems like Pakistan is preparing for a war.

They are planning something else, Awasthi.

Javed, please put it carefully.

-Mr. Rafique. -Yes.

What's with the army contingent in our office?

General Jahangir is coming to our office.

The General?

There must be something important.

Miss?

Miss, please clean up outside.

Mr. Siddique, without a thorough review I…

Mr. Afridi, I was talking to Mr. Siddique…

Later.

Mr. Siddique, I'll speak to you later.

Excuse me.

Come, sir.

-Hot and roasted chickpeas! -The bus is here.

Can I have some?

Here, sir.

Hot and roasted chickpeas!

The birth date of India's Father of the Nation.

The birth place of Gautama Buddha.

Joker messaged.

Akbar wants to meet me.

Passengers of PIA's flight number 213 are requested to board the plane.

Greetings.

The spokesperson of the Mukti Bahini

has issued a statement from Badlipur.

Thousands of citizens...

have taken up weapons for the liberation of East Pakistan.

There may be a storm brewing.

In such a situation, I might need a companion.

Is there any particular reason for meeting me?

My mother.

Whatever happens tomorrow...

my mother should always be taken care of.

We will always take care of her.

"My loving mother..."

The situation in East Pakistan is getting even worse.

The Mukti Bahini has all areas under their control near Badlipur.

The Indian Army is

-Hands straight! -training the rebels there.

Ready to shoot!

And to fight against us in this war...

India is even sneaking in arms to East Pakistan through Badlipur.

Badlipur, a small village at the border,

has turned cancerous for us.

Mr. Afridi, in such situations,

we have to remove the tumor from the body, regardless of what we want.

We'll destroy Badlipur through an airstrike...

from Abdulabad air base in East Pakistan.

We will neither attack the enemy territory nor violate their airspace.

That's it.

In one fell swoop, we'll destroy the enemy's biggest strength.

All this without starting a war.

We are cleaning the waste from our own house.

Even if they want, they cannot do anything about it.

The world cannot know about the involvement of the Pakistan government...

or our military in this operation.

I want your help to make this happen.

We need Dakota plane, cluster bombs and non-Pakistani pilots.

Operation Badlipur... is a critical and top-secret mission.

We will carry out this operation on the night of November 22...

when India would be celebrating Diwali.

When the infidels celebrate Diwali,

we will burst some loud crackers.

The arms contract...

and the infantry battalion movement...

They were distracting us at the ground level.

But they were planning to wipe out Badlipur with an airstrike.

Many innocents will lose their lives.

Besides, our army members outnumber the locals there.

And you know that we cannot initiate the war...

When is Madam attending the UN Assembly meet?

She will attend the conference in Geneva on November 20.

That's two days before Diwali.

Three days ago, the Dhaka University was attacked.

The Pakistani soldiers slaughtered 22 scholars and students.

This file has all the details of that incident.

Rehana.

I want you to publish this news two days before Diwali, on November 20.

Neither a day before, nor a day after.

Awasthi.

With this news, the entire world will have its eyes on Pakistan.

If they still go ahead with their plan to kill Indians in Badlipur…

And to avoid this,

they will be left with only one option.

And that is to stop bombing Badlipur.

Aunty, he has written that he has been promoted.

He has a bungalow and servants. Life is good.

That's all? Didn't he mention when is he coming back?

"I will be back soon. You haven't hit me for quite some time now."

Allah, please give him a long life.

Akbar Malik.

You need to come with us.

Come.

I hope you are fine, Mr. Akbar.

Firstly, I'm sorry to call you this way.

Honestly speaking, I was eager to meet you.

Nawab Afridi.

Please have a seat.

No problem, Mr. Nawab. I at least got to meet you.

So kind of you.

You won my father's heart and now he has forgotten me.

Rest assured I am not stopping you to work with him.

Just share some contract details and some personal information.

In return, you can have anything you want.

Mr. Nawab, betraying one's trust for a price...

is not my nature.

As you wish.

But you cannot go without having our famous pudding.

I'll be really upset.

Khuda Hafiz.

Allah Hafiz.

Mr. Nawab!

I think you forgot this envelope.

Thank you.

Actually, I wanted to deliver it to room number 117.

I would really appreciate it if you could do that for me.

Sure, Mr. Nawab.

And you are also invited to the feast.

We have organized a small party at Continental Hotel.

-Sure. -Thank you.

Let's go, Rehmat.

You?

Yes, sir.

I'll be there tomorrow.

I'll meet you there.

Yes.

Nawab Afridi has sent this for you.

Allah Hafiz.

At your altar, I pray

If not you, Who else will I share my pain with?

If you don't hear me out, Who else will?

Mr. Nawab, she has come here through the invitation you sent.

Allah

I seek your help, Allah

The right of God, light from Allah, You are my God

-You are the messenger of God -Oh, Allah

-You are my dear God -Oh, Allah

-You are the purest -Oh, Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Peace be upon him

So, I was the reason that you were working in the bank?

I shed tears

If not you, Who else will I share my pain with?

But the telephone in your hotel room?

They doubt on every Indian diplomat.

Why are you here?

You needed a partner in this season.

Slowly, the world changes

Who knows what's right or wrong here?

The world is not what it looks like

Here, time doesn't wait for anyone

You will continue to track Isaq Afridi.

The Pakistan Army and ISI will be on my radar.

I'll be monitoring their every movement.

We need to stop Operation Badlipur at any cost.

You are Allah's beloved

Oh, Messenger of Allah

You are my dear God

Oh, Messenger of Allah

You are the purest

Oh, Messenger of Allah

You are Allah's beloved

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Oh, Messenger of Allah

Romeo Ali.

I must admit, sir.

Your government has carefully chosen an excellent candidate.

Forget about me, tell me about yours.

Why is a Pakistani working for an Indian intelligence agency?

What work?

I am only paying for my mistakes.

Actually, I acted stupid.

I was smoking ganja and smuggling drugs on the border.

The BSF caught me.

And I became a pawn in the hands of Joker.

Haven't you ever thought of leaving all this?

How can one consider that?

If they ever guess that I'm useless...

they will shoot me.

And I...

I don't want to leave my little one all alone.

You have reminded me of my loved ones.

I'll be back.

Your clothes are ironed and kept on the bed.

I know you will take care of yourself.

Don't forget your mother.

You are my only son.

Mom, have you ever thought of joining the theatre?

Are you mocking me?

Sir.

-You? -Sir, here it is.

-Yes, sir. -Let them know.

I'll be there tomorrow.

Nawab Afridi has sent this for you.

Hold on!

-Adil. -Yes, sir.

Play it again.

Sit.

You?

Who is this lady?

Shraddha Sharma. She's an Indian diplomat.

When did she arrive?

Two nights ago. It's her first posting.

Play it.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you there tomorrow.

You?

Listen to the word "you" carefully.

You?

This person already knew her.

Thank you.

That's all.

Mr. Afridi...

yesterday I--

You met Nawab.

And he tried to buy your loyalty.

This has not happened for the first time, Akbar.

But, yes...

you are the first one to give him an adamant reply.

You...

I am his father.

Akbar,

I see a glimpse in you of...

what I always wanted to see in my son.

Assalamu alaikum, Mr. Nawab.

Masha Allah! Wa alaykumu as-salam.

Please take a seat.

Iqbal, please get two cups of tea.

Mr. Nawab,

did you send somebody with an envelope to the hotel yesterday?

Yes, Akbar Malik.

Why?

Akbar, we have been entrusted with a huge responsibility.

A Dakota plane.

And non-Pakistani pilots.

We need to arrange these before November 22.

Fine, sir.

Akbar Malik.

A Pakistani Kashmiri comes to Karachi and works for Isaq Afridi.

He works so brilliantly that in three months...

he impresses the top circles.

Khan, his papers and documents are in order.

-Just because you suspect him-- -Sir!

Sir, such extraordinary growth?

He seems to be part of a conspiracy.

I want to keep him under top-level surveillance.

Please sanction it.

I'll need clearance from the higher authority.

He is close to Isaq Afridi.

Considering that General Jahangir and Isaq Afridi are close...

this will not be easy.

Please try to understand my problem.

Three months.

In just three months, he has become the right-hand man of Isaq Afridi.

Nothing harsh.

Ensure that nobody gets to know about it.

Yes, sir.

-Latif. -Yes, sir.

Activate the high frequency wireless detectors in Liaqatabad.

Okay.

-Tap Akbar Malik's phone. -Okay, sir.

-Immediately. -Yes, sir.

Give that to me. Take this.

No, not there. Keep it near the door.

Akbar.

We can't meet here like this. You know--

I have been asked to make arrangements for Operation Badlipur.

What was the need to take such a risk?

You could have sent it through somebody.

One feels like meeting some people in person.

-Miss, I have kept all the boxes. -Yes, I am coming.

Romeo Ali. That's the name, right?

Your field agent has done wonders.

The intel on Operation Badlipur is pure gold.

In the light of these developments, his role has become very critical.

Can he really be trusted?

You very well know that even today there are many Muslims who--

Mr. Surve, he's just an Indian for me.

Not a Hindu or a Muslim.

That's what you think.

But the question is, what does he think?

-Hello. -Hello.

Madam was waiting for you.

Please come.

-This one has too much recoil. -Okay.

-It is jerking a bit. -Okay.

-Assalamu alaikum. -Wa alaykumu as-salam.

This is the quotation.

The pilot and the plane have been arranged.

Money is not a thing to worry about for patriots.

Akbar, one important thing.

The date has been changed.

Instead of November 22, the plane...

should land on 19th morning at Abdulabad air base.

Its next flight should be on that very night at 10:30 p.m.

Sir.

The time right now is 08:00 p.m. Let's move on to our next request...

Is the bombing on the night of the 19th?

According to our plan...

the media story was to break on the 20th morning.

But now, they would have already carried out the attack by then.

That means our plan...

They're getting to know everything.

That's why the bombing is now on the 19th instead of 22nd.

But Chief...

the only people who knew about the media story were you, me and…

Today, former Prime Minister Gulzari Lal Nanda

criticized Indira Gandhi.

He accused her of dictatorially misusing the intelligence agencies.

For further comments...

Why are you here?

Under whose orders?

Heavy rains in this season!

Not really.

There are many places where it rains heavily in this season.

Awasthi.

Arrange an urgent meeting for me with the Mukti Bahini leaders.

In Calcutta?

Rehana Kazmi has--

Put East Pakistan on low profile.

Do exactly the opposite of what we had planned.

Why the sudden meeting?

There's a message from the high command.

Stop whatever we are doing to prevent Operation Badlipur.

But...

There are only five days to Operation Badlipur.

But the high command has sent a clear--

Not five, only four days.

Today is November 15.

My mother's birthday.

Coming to Pakistan has made me realize...

how much I miss my loved ones.

With your company, I feel a bit better.

Let me be confined in your love

Let me devour it

Let me drink all the love

I see in your eyes

Let me have it

Let me hear everything

Your soul wants to say

Let me revel in it

Let me be confined in your love

Let me devour it

Sir!

-When? -At eight o'clock.

Yes.

Come in.

Sir.

Sir, yesterday at 08:00 p.m.

high frequency signals were detected through the wireless detectors.

A message is sent to India.

Triangulate it.

We have done it, sir.

The message was sent from Liaqatabad.

Yes, sir.

Liaqatabad.

Akbar Malik stays there as well.

I am not lying. You can inquire anywhere in the city.

They can't be more sweet and juicy than these.

I swear by God.

Ma'am, somebody has sent these for you.

Sir.

The phone in Akbar's cabin is ringing continuously.

Where's the call coming from?

Somewhere nearby the Indian Embassy.

Assalamu alaikum.

Akbar...

I needed your signature on the consignment sheet.

Right here.

-Mr. Afridi is looking for you. -Okay.

Sir, as soon as you left somebody started calling Akbar continuously.

The call was made from somewhere nearby the Indian Embassy.

Drive faster.

One unit is heading towards Liaqatabad.

Akbar Malik.

Sir, he's not at home.

Sir!

Listen to me, sir.

-Check outside. -Sir!

-Check outside. -Sir.

Sir!

Go there.

Sir, what is the matter?

The show is called Chhaya Geet. This is your host Shahnaz Mantri.

Let's begin the show...

I like listening to Indian film songs.

-Is it? -Yes.

Let's talk about love.

Step aside.

Love is like a mix bag of happiness and sorrow.

But since the weather is so pleasant, let's not listen to sad love songs.

Grandma, a peacock took your peahen

A crook took away what remained

Grandma, a peacock took your peahen

A crook took away what remained

After eating and drinking, The crooks sat in a train

And cutting the box, as crooks do, Ended up straight in jail

With whose permission are you breaking in my house?

Akbar Malik.

Let's go to the headquarters for questioning.

Show me the warrant.

It is the police who need a warrant.

Akbar Malik.

Come.

Sit.

Switch on the light.

You must be familiar with this.

No?

Let me explain it to you.

How many fingers are there in the right hand?

Five.

And in the left hand?

Five.

What's your name?

What's your real name?

What's your name?

Akbar Malik.

You first met Shraddha Sharma in India.

No.

You are an Indian agent.

No.

You are in contact with Delhi.

No.

Your family is in Delhi.

No.

Grandma, a peacock took your peahen

No, sir. Nothing yet.

He will spill everything. Just give me some time.

You can't use third degree torture. You know the situation.

Sir.

-I am confident that-- -Khan!

It's very important to wait for the right time.

When we speak the truth, our body reacts differently.

And when we lie, our body reacts in a different manner.

When we lie, the body's stress level rises.

That helps them detect the lie.

There is a way to crack the polygraph test.

How many fingers are there in the right hand?

Five.

The stress level increases with pain.

There won't be much difference between the truth and the lie.

Sir, leave the wounds open. They will heal faster.

Colonel Khan is not going to stop.

But Joker is a bigger threat for you.

He knows that you have got the unwanted attention of the ISI.

I will make a call to Delhi.

How will that help?

Do you think they will risk the entire network for a single pawn?

At this point, you have just one resource.

Isaq Afridi.

This Pathan will not let anything happen to his child.

Nothing at all.

Akbar is a loyal citizen who risked his life to save others.

He has been tortured a lot.

And who did it?

General.

I am ashamed to tell you that my son, Nawab, is responsible for this.

And for this impious quest...

he has teamed up with General Ghazi.

-Purpose? -Akbar is my right-hand man.

And they...

hate our cordial relationship.

-Ghazi, this-- -Assalamu alaikum, sir.

Since when you conduct top-level surveillance

on Pakistani citizens without any reason?

-And that too without my permission. -No, sir.

Never without your permission.

Then with whose permission did you treat Akbar Malik so harshly?

Sir...

I apologize but I do not know anything about this.

Conduct an inquiry immediately.

Give me a report by tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir.

-Send Colonel Khan immediately. -Yes, sir.

Akbar, you have turned the situation in your favor.

Isaq Afridi treats me like his son.

And I…

Mister!

Get this straight.

You are not Akbar Malik but Romeo Ali.

That's right.

God forbid, if you get emotionally involved,

you will be in trouble.

Why is everybody running helter-skelter?

Sir, haven't you heard the news?

This is a very sad news.

Today, at two in the afternoon,

Chief of Pakistan Army, General Jahangir died in a bomb blast.

Isaq Afridi, his close aide, was killed in the blast as well.

It is believed that this terror attack

was carried out by Akbar Malik.

He is known to have connections with India.

Akbar Malik is now trapped.

Adil.

-Sir. -Go get him.

Out! Out!

He's not here, sir. I think he has escaped.

What?

That's impossible!

Bastard!

Akbar Malik!

Bloody scoundrel!

ISI chief, Lieutenant General Ghazi Ali Hayat

has been appointed as Chief of the Pakistan Army.

After taking over command,

he issued orders to capture Akbar Malik alive at any cost.

Mr. Akbar, what are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

Before anybody learns that you are here...

you should...

cross the border and go back to India.

All the roads leading out are blocked.

It's almost impossible to cross the border.

Okay.

Have a seat. I'll get some tea for you.

This is for your safety.

God forbid that you ever need to use this.

God forbid, if you get emotionally involved,

you will be in trouble.

Akbar Malik.

Sir, your trunk call is connected.

Did you confirm it?

Sir, a trunk call has been booked from Begumpet bus depot for Delhi.

It's for Chief of RAW.

Catch this.

As soon as the call gets over send its transcription to Colonel Khan.

Yes, sir.

Akbar.

Are you surprised to hear my voice?

I am happy to hear your voice.

Really? What about yesterday?

Was that your way of expressing happiness?

It wasn't my decision.

It was a call hastily taken by somebody else.

Anyway, it's futile talking about what happened yesterday.

What matters is the present...

and the future of the country.

What about me?

What about the one who was doing everything for the country?

Akbar, a storm can hit a riverbank settlement at any moment.

When a storm peaks...

people need to leave their work, house and everything else behind.

They have to empty the whole place.

What are you trying to say?

You are stuck in a storm and are useless for me.

In fact, now that I look at it...

you are not one of my own anymore.

You are like a Pakistani for me.

Like a Joker in a pack of cards.

In these circumstances, you are a liability for me.

I have done my job.

You will have to do yours.

When will you be back from your training?

Mom, it's difficult to say.

It's the nature of the job.

You cover my head When the sun beats down

You cry with me when I am hurt

If I remove my amulet

You start worrying

Keep away the evil eye

Is what you tell me with love

Oh, Mom

I think about you all the time

Oh, Mom

I think about you all the time

Oh, Mom

I think about you all the time

-Shraddha Sharma? -Yes.

Come with us.

Ahmed Salahuddin...

was the imam of Bulandshah Masjid and the India's network head.

Joker's death is also the end of the Indian spy network.

What do you think?

Just because you shared some details we shall embrace you.

No, sir.

I just want an opportunity to be considered one of your own.

Just one chance to tell India that...

the way they treated this Indian Muslim,

they dare not do it with any other Akbar Malik alias Romeo Ali.

What are you trying to say?

I want to carry out Operation Badlipur.

Are you in your senses?

Do you have any idea of the significance of this operation?

Very well.

I am requesting you because this is a critical operation.

Only I have complete knowledge of this mission.

-And the late Isaq Afridi-- -I will give you a chance.

-Sir. -Go.

Prepare for the mission. We don't have much time.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, until yesterday he was a RAW agent.

Which is why even after all that he's done...

he still has to pass this test.

-But, it's still a big risk. -You will be on that plane as well.

If he misses, you will not miss and you will complete the mission.

Yes, sir.

Our spy network has almost been wiped out.

Also, the head of your spy network.

Shraddha?

On the third of December in 1971...

Pakistan Air Force bombed Pathankot Airbase at 05:40 p.m.

Right after that, ten Indian airbases were bombed.

India was well-prepared for these attacks...

and promptly launched a counter attack on Pakistan.

On that very evening, Prime Minister Indira Gandhi

addressed the entire nation.

She said that India and Pakistan are at war.

On December 16, 1971 the Pakistan Army accepted defeat.

Pakistan signed the instrument of surrender in Dhaka.

Thus, a new country was born in the Indian subcontinent.

Bangladesh.

Only three days left for Pakistan's President General Ghazi

and Foreign Minister Nawab Afridi to arrive in Nepal.

To inspect the security arrangements...

a delegation has landed from Pakistan to Nepal.

In other news, Prakash Padukone has won Kuala Lumpur Championship...

Chief, how does following all this benefit you?

It's been ten years.

You are now on the verge of retirement.

It's not about benefits. It's about habits.

It's easy to retire from a position...

but tough to retire from your way of thinking.

What is the hurry, gentlemen?

Walter Khan.

I have gotten rid of everything that you have given me.

You said that there would be no security lapses.

But, our country's special friends are very much here.

Sir, they are from the South Asia--

I am indebted to you.

Well...

I got an opportunity to thank you today.

For making an ordinary man really special.

For showing my acquaintances how pathetic they are.

Thank you for making me understand the real meaning of life.

Thankfully, you stopped there.

Or else, I would have learnt too much.

How are your instincts faring?

Just a few days to go before you take charge.

There has been no official announcement.

And only a few people know about this in the department.

How does he know this?

A great magician once said that...

People focus on your left hand

but your right hand does the trick.

In the same way, my right hand...

was silently doing the trick.

In the next 12 hours,

heavy rains and a storm are expected.

It is expected that the whole village may be drowned.

The weather department has ordered an immediate evacuation of Badlipur.

Leave alone drowning, there were no chances of rain.

That's why you wanted to keep everything low profile.

Until November 17,

225 square kilometer around Badlipur was under the control of Mukti Bahini.

That means under our control.

We just shifted people from one location to the other.

In a card game, Joker is the only card...

with deceptive looks and actions.

The real story of today's meeting.

Until today, only Madam and I knew this.

Now, the next Chief of RAW knows this as well.

Do you remember that incident...

when Akbar called me from an unsecured landline?

I was trying to communicate through my gestures.

Akbar, a storm can hit a riverbank settlement at any moment.

When a storm peaks...

people need to leave their work, house and everything else behind.

They have to empty the whole place.

What are you trying to say?

You are like a Pakistani for me.

Like a Joker in a pack of cards.

If I say your tea is cold,

then I'm actually trying to tell you that you don't need to drink it.

You will never be spoken to in a straight forward manner.

You will have to interpret the truth...

and understand it.

You are like a Pakistani for me.

Like a Joker in a pack of cards.

A storm can hit a riverbank settlement at any moment.

You need to leave everything behind.

They have to empty the whole place.

The Badlipur plan.

Him becoming a Pakistani.

Taking charge of Operation Badlipur.

You were responsible for everything.

He did get my hint.

But he paved his own path.

In the war of 1971, we received information...

about the attacks on Indian air bases from...

In the last ten years, India has managed to stay a step ahead of Pakistan.

Romeo Akbar Walter.

He won their trust with the Badlipur blast...

and never looked back.

He lost his real identity and family.

He wasn't even able to attend the funeral of his mother.

Oh, Mom

Oh, Mom

Oh, Mom

There are some people

we know nothing about.

These people selflessly sacrifice everything for their motherland.

Knowing that, at the end of their journey,

they will neither get fame nor respect.

Sometimes, they are not even cremated or buried

in their own motherland.

This story salutes those brave Indians.

Jai Hind!