All language subtitles for Mission Kashmir [2000](Hindi-x264 720P) Dvd-Rip_Track03

Smoke, only smoke
smoke everywhere

Smoke, only smoke
smoke everywhere

In these winds of conspiracies

In these storms of intrigue

This hallowed earth of he gods

Has been bloodied

We hear n omore
the sacred call of the conch

And no more
the call to the ithl

Alas, my land is cursed

Why are these people eeing?

Why are these homes burning?

Smoke, only smoke

Smoke everywhere

Who spiltre

On these tenderelds of grass?

A desperate longing for life

Is written one very corpse

This is a battle for power

A war between politicians

The blood of innocents

Is the colorused

To draw borders

Between our hearts

Stop, Gurdeep.

Don't move, don't breathe.

Why, Sir-ji?

Look, lookahead.
Do you see anything?

Dead bodies, anything?

No, Sir-j
- Somebody blew up an empty shikara.

Idiot!

What are you standing on?

A plank, Sir-j
- And under it?

Some wires, Sir-j
- Want to know what it is, Sir-ji?

You'restanding on an IED, a bomb.

Know what'll happen if you move?
You will be in bits.

Head there, legs here.

I'm sorry, sir-j
- Fool! You run ahead of your wits.

Avinash, everyone out. Out!
- Come on, out!

Avinash, out!
- Yes, sir.

Scared, Gurdeep?
- I'm remembering my God, Sir-j

Sir-ji?
- Yes.

I need to pee.

So, pee.

Without moving.

Done?
- Yes, Sir-j

Feel lighter?
- Yes, Sir-j

Good. Now jumps fast that
before the bomb bursts...

you hitth ewater.
- I can't swim, Sir-j

Then you'red one for, Sir-j
- Really, Sir-ji?

I can't save you.
- You are saying this, Sir-ji?

No way out?
- None.

Avinash.
- Yes, sir.

Tell all these men to step back.

If something happens, sir--
- Take care of this.

It's not police property,
it's my own. Move!

Come, Gurdeep.

You'regreat, sir.

No talk of my greatness to Nilu, okay?

Yes, sir.
- Go.

Why must you be the hero always?
If something had happened--

What could I do?
Let my man die?

If not of yourself,
think of Neelima and Irfan.

If Neelima finds out,
she'll hang you.

Not me. You!

Me? Why?
- Why weren't you at Irfan's birthday?

You know what a doctor's life is.

With this new spate of firecrackers
in Kashmir...

a dozen or so likey ou show up
daily to betreated.

Present this defense to Neelima.
You are to come to Sunday lunch.

That's her fatwa.

Yet another fatwa to be observed.

This is the season of fatwas.

There's one issued by Malik-ul-Khan:

Any doctor who treats a policeman
will be transferred to God

I'll kill Malik-ul-Khan a hundred times
before he dares to touch you.

For now, protect your life
by being on time for Sunday's lunch.

Come, Avinash.

Allah! Your heart is going boom boom.

Pardon my insolence, Madam Doctor,
my heart isn't there. It is here.

Where's this sound coming from?

My stomach growling with hunger.

As if I'm keeping you hungry.
Dinner's ready.

Eat first. I'll tell the patients that
Doctor saab will be with them shortly.

No, it could be an emergency.

Greetings, Dr.Akhtar.
- Please come in.

The patient should sit here.

What's the problem?

What can I say, Doctor saab?
A strange passion has overcome me.

I know neither hunger nor thirst.

Only one word rings in my ears:
freedom, freedom, freedom.

Look, I'm a doctor. In this matter
how am I to help you?

You could have, but you didn't.

I am saddened that educated
people like you...

treat Kashmir's independence
with such indifference.

Sorry, have we met before?

You don't recognize me?
- No.

You don't recognize me?

Look.

He's Malik-ul-Khan, you traitor.

It's his home.

Let it be.

So you didn't recognize me,
but you knew of my fatwa.

Then why did you treatSSP Khan?

I'm a doctor.
To treat the ill is my duty.

Duty.

See what Dr.Akhtarmade me do?

I walked 65 Km to meet him.
If I took no action...

then people would say...

Malik-ul-Khan just talks...

the way politicians do.
He doesn't act.

What could I do? Kashmir's
independence demands sacrifices.

Irfan!

Yes, Mrs. Khan.

What are you doing u pthere?
Come down.

Okay, I will.
- Irfan, what are you doing?

I'm coming down.
- Not that way. Go inside.

You told me to come down
so that's what I'm doing.

From inside! Irfan, please.
- Don't worry, Amm I'm strong.

You'll fall, son.
- I won't, Amm

No, son, go in.

Irfan!
- Mother

Irfan, open your eyes.
- I'm all right.

Talk to me, son.
- I'm fine, Amm

Are you okay, son?

Khan-saab. Khan-saab.

He's fine. It'sjust a bruise--
the doctor will tend to it.

The doctor refuses to even touch him.

Doctor, my son Irfan.
- I'm sorry... Malik-ul-Khan's fatwa:.

You're safe. I'll see that
the whole police force protects you.

Please treat my son.

You know Dr.Akhtar's fate.
I can't take the risk. Malik-ul-Khan--

Before Malik-ul-Khan gets t oyou,
I'll kill you myself!

You may kill me, sir.
At least my family will be saved.

They don't even spare
wives and children.

Irfan, open your eyes.
Irfan!

What are you doing?

Where's the ICU?
- Straight ahead, first right.

He's not opening his eyes!

Nobody here!
Where are the doctors?

Nurse! Nurse!

Where are the doctors?
- Nobody's on duty, sir.

Please do something.
- Nothing will happen, nothing.

Doctor, my son's badly hurt.
He fell from a height and injured his head.

Please check him.

Sir, the fatwa?

Everything will be fine.

I'm sorry, Mr. Khan.

What happened?
- Nothing.

What's happened to my son?

Why did you turn off the light?

Nurse, put on the light!
Put the lights on!

Please wake him. Please.

Sleep, my lovely moon child
Sleep, my prince

Come to the world of dreams

The sleep fairies are here
wearing anklets on their feet

On their so wings

They'll conduct you away

or as trollin a country of gold

Our informer says Malik-ul-Khan's men
were seen near Hazratbal last evening.

Today, not long ago,
they moved north in shikaras.

There's a wedding in this village.

If he stops there to night, we can
cover him from here, cordon him off...

approach over the water and get him.

I'm certain that Malik-ul-Khan
will spend the night in this village.

Bumblebee, dark-bumblebee

What garden do you comefrom?

Where is Altaaf?
- Over there.

Bumblebee, dark-bumblebee

Wha tgarde do you come from?

Altaaf, you here alone? I'm dancing
there and you are painting here?

The song will be over soon.
Come, Altaaf.

Orl won't talk to you.

Comeon,
you can paint at any time.

Come on.

What are you looking at, son?
The guns?

Who is this drenched prince?

My son,Altaaf.

Altaaf.

I'm Sufi, Sufiya Parvez.
What's your name?

You don't know me?

Malik-ul-Khan is my name--
soldier for Kashmir's independence.

You've heard of me, yes?
- Sufi, go home. It's late.

But Altaaf and I--
- Listen to adults. Go.

Child, come here.

Come to me.

Come. Sit.

What are you looking at?
It's called a Kalashnikov, child.

These are all toys.
There's great fun in this game.

Want to play?

No?

Come, play.
- No.

No?

Come here, kids.
- What is it?

Come quickly.

Here, firecrackers.
- Give me some.

Me too.
- Sure, here.

I'll set off the first one.
- No, I will.

Let's all do it together.

The food is really tasty.

You cooked sowell out of love for us
or in fear of our guns?

It's the wedding.
They'resetting off crackers.

We were invited, too.

Instead, we are guests
at Nazir Hassan's without being asked.

Mom, can we go out to play?
- Absolutely not.

Let them, madam. In the joy of children
we hear nature's laughter.

Go, children, play.

Brother, I forgot my doll.

I blindly killed
whoever came in my way.

Who was a militant, who was not,
I couldn't see anything.

You didn't do it knowingly.

In your place,
maybe I'd have done the same.

I sometimes think...

why did I pull at that vine?

If I had let him play...

today lrfan would be here, with us.

I took his life with my own hands.

I killed him.

Not knowingly, Nilu.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Where is that boy?

Can'twe bring him home?

He didn't seey ou.

He was staring at me.

Your face was covered by a mask.

Anyone could be behind that mask.
Anybody. Not you.

Listen. God has given us an opportunity.
He'll find a home and we...

we'll find our son.

We'll find our son, but how?
Through a lie? Through deceit?

By hiding from him that I killed
his mother and father?

That I robbed him of everything?

What are you saying?
- We'll only have to lie if he asks.

At least bring him home.

What he's lost, I'll restore to him.
I'll love him more...

than I loved Irfan.
More than his own parents did.

He won't lack anything.
And we won't deceive him.

When he's older, able to understand,
we'll tell him the truth--everything.

Please. Bring him here.

The child's traumatized, hasn't spoken
for two days. Or eaten either.

Noone survived. He's in deep shock--
can't hear anything, either.

Where's the boy?
- Locked in the cell.

You hold a child in a cell, you fool?

Sorry, Sir-j

Altaaf.

Let's go, son.

What's your name?

If you don't tell us,
you think we won't find out?

Altaaf is your name, right?

Come, I'll show you your room.

Altaaf, eat some coconut biscuits.

Khan-saab brought them.

He used to bring coconut biscuits
everyday. My son loved them.

He'd run to the door to grab them.

Morning to evening,
he'd play cricket in the garden.

Not stopping even when
I called him in for dinner.

He'd say, I'll eat later."

He'd say, Mom,
let me play or l'll run away."

Now he's run so far away
that he'll never come back.

I'm hungry. Let's eat.

Here, let me.

What was his name?

Irfan.

Is this his shirt?

Did he sit here?

No.

Here.

Near me.

Sleep, my lovely moon child
Sleep, m yprince

Come to the world o fdreams

The sleep fairies are here
wearing anklets on their feet

On their soft wings

They'll conduct you away

or as trollin a country of gold

These beauties whodale heaven

In their land you'll be a guest

And they'll tell you new stories

and dance and sing with you

Sleep, my lovely moon child
Sleep, myp rince

Come to the world of dreams

The sleep fairies are here
wearing anklets on their feet

On their soft wings

They'll conduct you away

or as troll in a country of gold

Then?

I just slipped into sleep.

We aren't able to forget Irfan.

Altaaf is a child.
How can he forget what happened?

He won't--
until we put as ide our grief.

It's not that easy, Nilu.
- Maybe, but...

it's not forgotten.

It's just hidden.

Sweet, isn't he?
He was just five months old.

How ever much I combed his hair,
it never stayed in place. Madcap!

Far from this earth
somewhere across the seven seas

Amidst distant skies
is the world of dreams

That is the land of love
where there is love, only love

My darling moon, go there
The fairies are waiting for you

I kept this for you to see.

Sweet, isn't it? As now-covered field,
a wooden bridge, a pink house.

Why is your name Neelima?

Why not? My mother gave it to me.

But it's a Hindu name.
- Yes.

She is a Hindu.

Then how did you get married?

Like every one else.

Come here.

If her nam ewasn't Neelima but Salma,
would she be different?

I loved her and I married her,
not her name or her religion.

Was I wrong?

Did I do somethin wrong?
- No.

You're out.

Go and bowl, kid.

Dad cheating, mom

You're out. Give me the bat.

You're out.

What did you say?
- You're cheating.

Before that.
- You're out. Let go!

What did you tell Mom?
-To mom?

Thatyou're cheating.
- Before that, Altaaf.

Why do you keep asking? Let go.

Dad, bowl!

Dad, whose face are you gawking at?

Dad, bowl!

No, I'm not out!

Do you know anything about cricket?

I'm not out, I tell mom

You're out, son.
- I won't talk to you anymore.

Mom, tell dad to bowl.

Where are you lost?

Altaaf's been asking you to bowl.

Dad, bowl--goon!

Today he called me dad.

Six months after calling me mom.

So what? At least he said dad.

You know, when he said that,
I remembered Irfan.

And then?

You arrived.

Then?

Then?

Then...

It's the first time we've gone out
leaving Altaaf by himself.

I wonder if he's eaten or not.

He must have. Don't worry.
- We're very late.

Maybe he's sleeping.

Next time, we'll take him with us.

Nilu, my revolver?

What are you doing?

Hilal. Hilal Kohistani.

And he is Hamid.
- From Rampur.

No, sir. I'm from Muradabad.

Both are in India, anyway.

They say that in Afghanistan...

when the Soviets heard your name,
they fled their tanks?

Forget names. Talk of work.

Mission Kashmir.

This task--
- Will be done.

Price?
- Don't worry about money.

You execute our mission and
we'll pay any price you demand.

Since, all the attacks on India
have been government-organized.

We are not allegiance to government.
We're an independent group.

We aresoldiers for freedom.

More Muslims live in India
than in Pakistan.

Once our mission succeeds,
they too will join us in our jihad.

And our unknown group will become
the most illustrious...

of mahideen militia
the world over.

In '71, India changed the map of Asia.
Now, we'll change the shape of lndia.

A great victory entails
a great sacrifice.

The reward is great too,
God willing.

Ten million...

dollars.

Twenty million.

To give money for jihad
is as virtuous as giving alms.

But...

even the name of this mission
can't go beyond these walls, Hilal.

Secrets buried in a Pathan's heart
don't emergeeven on Judgment Day.

You take care of your people.

We've organized arms and ammunition.

TVcamera, tapes and technical support
will be provided as needed.

If you need anything else--

I need a man
who isn't afraid of death.

Who so despises his own existence...

that I can fire him like a missile...

to destroy the target and himself.

A man like that...?
- I have such a man.

My child...

Altaaf.

And where is your Altaaf now?

Crossing the border into India.

Don't take my life.

I don't want your life--
only your Jeep and wireless.

And...

Thank you.

I'm from the BSF checkpost
to meet SSP Khan.

You mean IG, saab?
Upstairs, to the right.

Thank you.

The STF-Army coordination meeting
is postponed.

Go to Kothibag station
and meet the officer there.

I'm here to meet IG Khan.
- Yes, sir.

Who was he?
- A BSF guy, sir.

They're ten years behind the times.
Calls IG Khan--SSP Khan!

SSP Khan?

Stop it! Stop it!

You okay?
- Double-okay. Just a graze, Sir-j

Why are you sitting in the dark?
What happened?

Altaaf is back.

Altaaf?
Where is he? How is he?

He must have grown up.
How does he look?

I didn't see him.
- Why?

He was wearing a mask.

Mask?

He was the man...

who shot at me today.

How do you know it was Altaaf?

His eyes, the same eyes.

He's a child--
blinded by anger.

His heart is broken.
- I know, Nilu.

I'm the one who broke it.

Stand straight, all of you.

You all look like you're real Indian
soldiers. Kabus, you look good.

Cutthe jokes.

Can't you see I'm working? Later.

Hey, Number-man.
- Yes?

Change vehicles, not just number-plates,
or you'll get caught one day.

Ahvah?
Kashmiri tea

No, thank you.

Bilal, ahvah?

Sadiq, ahvah?
- Don't want any.

Altaaf-bhai, ahvah for you?

It's not imitation Muzafarbad stuff.
It's from Ghafoor's own hands.

Drink it and be renewed.

Muhammed, ahvah?
- Later.

Mushtaq, got a letter?

First, they shamed my mother.
I picked up a gun and came here.

Now across the border
they have done the same with my sister.

Courage, Mushtaq.
- Bashir, ahvah?

No.

Hashim, ahvah?

I don'twantyour ahvah
-You like nothing, man.

Sadiq, why do you keep weeping?

Instead of boring athletics,
watch some song and dance.

Khan on TV.
Altaaf-bhai, Khan on TV.

I want to tell those misguided
oungmenustthis.

Throw away your guns:.

and return to your homes.

Because we dont want
any kashmiri mother.:

to suer the loss of a son again.

But the uniforms of the police are
stained with blood too, han-saab.

If our police force picks up guns,
it is only to save Kashmir.

23 June 1589 in Dalgate.

our task force killed a whole family
to insert one militant.

A six-year old girl was also killed,
you're call that, sir?

When bullets are ying at you,
you are forced to reback.

That's all I have to say

Thank you, rr. Khan.

We were talking to Kashmir
police, Inayathan:.

who was recently the target
of a terrorist attack.

From Kashmir Today"
I am Sufiya Parvez

Sufi.

This is the Srinagar Center of
all India Radio, and I am Sufiya Parvez.

Altaaf. What are you doing there?
The program's starting and you--

If we are all in the program,
who'll watch?

All right, don't come! Forget it!

Today, on our musical program...

you'll hear the Kashmiri folksong
Bumblebee."

Bumblebee, dark-bumblebee

I've come to meet Sufiya Parvez.

What garden do you come from?

Take off the jacket.

Bumblebee, dark-bumblebee

Whatgardendoyoucomefrom?

Bumblebee, blackbumblebee

you bring happiness with you

On this wedding night
you come bearing gifts

you bring the color of kohl
to wardo the evileye

From gardens you bring flowers
to adorn our lanes

Yes, you bring the color of kohl
to wardo the evileye

From gardens you bring flowers
to adorn our lanes

Come on, let sing
in the shadow of the henna tree

Bumblebee Lets way and dance,
playmusic, celebrate. Bumblebee

The henna has bloomed red
like owers on these fair palms

Yes, the henna has bloomed red
like owers on these fair palms

This is the color of sunlight
the color of shadows

This is not the color of henna
It is the color of a mother blessing

The color of this henna is true
All others are false

May this color never fade
from your hands

Bumblebee, dark-bumblebee

What garden do you come from?

Bearing the wishes of the heart
in the palanuin of the moon

This night of henna hasc ome
lit by a heavenly light

Bearing the wishes of the heart
in the palanuin of the moon

This night of henna has come
lit by aheavenly light

On the faces of the bride friends
is the glow of dreams

They all asked for blessings
which the Lord gladly gave

Is this henna on our hands
or the red glow of evening?

Bearing the wishes of the heart
in the palanuin of th emoon

This night of heaven has come
lit by a heavenly light

On the faces of the bride friends
is the glow of dreams

They all asked for blessings
which the Lord gladly gave

Is this henna on our hands
or the red glow of evening?

Bringing the moon and the stars
this miraculous night comes

Who're you? Why are you here?
- You called me.

Me? When did I call you?

Some nine or tenyears ago.
How quickly you forget.

Nine or tenyears ago?

I said, If we are all in the program,
who'll watch?"

Forgive me, Sufi,
I'm a little late in coming.

Altaaf?

This is Sufiya Parvez's office.

Like it? Lovely, yes?

SrinagarTV's director was chief guest
at my college's annual function.

Like everyone,
he loved my dancing.

On stage, he handed me
the first prize...

and began chattingwith me.
He said...

Sufi, you haveas much zip in your talk
as zap in yourdance."

I said, That's true."

He said, Why not work a tour
TVstation?" I said yes, so here I am.

From that day on,
SrinagarTV is Sufiya Parvez!

Stop staring at yourself
and look at this.

Dad and mom

They looked all over for you.
When they couldn't find you...

they told me that--

But I never believed them.
Because I knew that as long as...

Shankracharya temple and
Hazratbal mosque were intact...

nothing could happen to my Altaaf.
Still standing? Why don't you sit?

Sir, this is Sufiya Parvez's chair.
Tell me, where did you go off to?

I didn't go anywhere.
The police took me.

To jail?

An orphanage. Then a police officer
took me home as his adopted son.

Why didn't you visit me?

I was going to, but that very week
he was transferred to Assam.

Why didn't you write to me?

I wrote many letters...

some on paper, some in my heart.

But I couldn't post them.

Why? No post office in your Assam?

I was afraid.
What if there was no reply?

Then?

I'd have thought that you--

That Sufi had died
and gone to heaven?

Even if I'd gone to heaven,
I'd have left you my address.

There's another place people go to
besides heaven--

To hell? I'd never go there.

You worry about yourself.
Show me your hand.

My hand?

I won't bite it, I'll just read it.

Don't read it.

Do you fear your coming tomorrows?

No, my desolate yesterdays-- myhell.

Why talk like that? Now that
you're here, I'll take you back...

to our childhood, in a shikara.
And heaven will return.

You also used to run, Sadiq?

Cross-country. Noone was faster
than me in the entire valley...

perhaps in all of lndia.
But I couldn't run for Kashmir.

Why?

Because...

I couldn't run faster
than a bullet.

Stop it, guys, it's midnight.

Sorry, Zubair-bhai,
I was watching the race.

Patience. I'll shoot your face,
put it on the winner's body.

You can watch that endlessly
and be happy. Now be quiet.

Zubair-bhai, you sleep
with yourcamera beside you?

Why not? Don't you sleep
with your missile?

You'rean expert at missiles.
I'm expert with films.

Wars aren't won only by missiles.
They'rewon by cameras too.

How?

You'll see my miracles
when we win our great victory.

Now sleep.

Good night, Altaaf-bha
-Good night, Sadiq.

Altaaf, What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're hiding something.
- Hiding? No.

Sir, my name is Sufiya Parvez and
nobody can hide anything from me.

Sufi, believe me,
I'm not hiding anything.

Oh, goon, tell me.
Give your tragedy to me, sir.

Sufi, today, after ten years you are
sitting in front of me, near me...

but I can't feel your presence.

After ten years, I am in a shikara:.

but I don't feel anything.

There is such beauty all around...

but I can't see it.

What do you see?

I see smoke all around.

In the smoke, bullets fired blindly.

People dying. Their screams.

Corpses, shards of flesh and bone.

Look with my eyes, Altaaf.
Listen with my ears.

Listen to the sound of the oars.

Listen quietly
to the beat of this moment

In this moment there is all the life

The world of dreams is right here
Look with my eyes

Listen quietly
to the beat of this moment

In this moment there is all the life

The world of dreams is right here

Look with my eyes

The dense smoke

Is parting

The fog is liing

Look, now the light of heaven

all is everywhere

The glowing earth, the blue sky

A shikara oating on the waters

The world of dreams is righ there

I seen it with your eyes

Listen quietly
to the beat of this moment

Love has worked
its strange magic on me

I do not look away from your face.

There is no one here but us.

Only this knowledge of love

The fragrance that scents us
bursts forth.

And we know nothing, nothing but us

Far away the wedding music sounds
and memory becomes a bride

And on your chestl rest my head
I rest my head

The world of dreams is right here

I looked with your eyes

The dense smoke

Is parting

The fog is liing

Look, now the light of heaven

alls everywhere

Time, jihad and death
wait for no man.

Day after tomorrow.
- Not day after, but tomorrow.

Tomorrow is IG Khan's birthday.

Yes. And this is his present?

Yes. Sadiq, hold this.

Now we have to get this map
to IG Khan...

so that he musters all his forces
here at Chinar Baug...

and our workup here will be easy.

A good plan, child.
But how will you get there?

I've taken care of that.

I even went there today.

How?

With the help of a friend.

During jihad, a warrior only has
friendships with men, child.

Women are soft-hearted.
They can't keep secrets.

That girl--
- She's ignorant of our plans.

Five men will accompany me.

Apart from Ali and Ghafoor,
you, you and you, Zubair.

That girl loves you.
You use her like this?

Who walks the path of jihad
leaves all relationships behind.

God is great.
He is our ruler.

If those infidels find this map
on the body of a dead militant...

what will they think?

They'll at once believe the map.

Where will we find such a body?

We'll arrange such a body.

Anyway, with this missing leg,
how far can you walk with us?

With warriors like Sadiq...

we cannot lose this war.

Sadiq said, If this map is found
on a dead militant's body...

the soldiers won't suspect us."

He picked up the gun
and sacrificed himself for our jihad.

We won't let his offering go to waste.

Yourfriend gave his life for jihad.
You must win this war.

Before his body becomes cold...

take it, with the map, to Anantnag.

With care!

You're late!
The concert's about to start.

Sorry, Sufi, I was delayed.

The last time I called you to a program,
you were ten years late.

Glad it wasn't 20 this time!
Where were you?

My friends heard I was coming--
- You should've brought them along.

I did. Security won't admit them.

Good! Let them stay out there.
You'll look a fool.

But you said--
- Bring your friends?

We've a problem, Altaaf.

New rules. Now you have to pay
fees to admit your friends.

Fees?
- Yes, fees.

How much?

How many friends?

Five.
- Five? Why not ten?

For five the fees will be...

And you. Six.

This is for being ten years late.

I love you, Sufi.
Come what may, I'll always love you.

Forever.
- Forever?

Come what may?

Sufi, time can change--

Altaaf, we can't talk about time now.
The concert's about to start.

Let go of me
and I'll bring your friends in.

Hello.
- Hello?

TVtower?

I'm at the Center, extension 22.

The live concert is about to air,
but there's a wiring problem.

We've sent an engineering team.

But time's running out--
please hurry up the repairs.

Thank you.

Give the phone to IG-saab, please.
Tell him it's urgent.

He's offering his prayers.

I'll hold on.

Open your mouth.
- Why?

You don't remember?
- Remember what?

Yes, it's your birthday!
- Wonderful, you recall everything.

How can I forget?

How could I think you would?
You! Forget? Impossible.

23 September, my birthday?
How would you forget?

What's the date today?

June 5th.

Whose birthday?

Whose?

Mine?

Good wishes!

Your memory's improving day by day.
Would medicines help?

We could go to Lucknow
to your father's for some. Remember?

What a beating you got
from my dad because of this ru-ba-ru.

Of course I did.
After all, I'm a simple Kashmiri.

With out thinking
I jumped out of your window.

Got badly hurt, didn't you?

And you gave me the medicine.
See, its till hurts.

Really? Two hard slaps
and it'll clear right up.

Some Lucknow I treatment?
- Medicine?

Sorry, sir, Altaaf on the line.

Where are you speaking from, Altaaf?

IG Khan-saab.

It your birthday today
and we are celebrating.

Where are you,Altaaf?

Found at Shankracharya at 10 o'clock.
We've arranged fireworks for you:.

a kind you've never seen before.
Good-bye.

Altaaf, quick.
The concert's starting.

Where are my friends?

In the canteen, eating samosas.

Who are you?
How did you get in?

What are you doing?

Last night the BSF killed a militant.
They found this in his pocket.

Lowers will sweetly scent the air
once more

The seasons of fragrance will come
once more

On the branches of the chinar tree
once more

Birds will build nests

And those who have left
this path:. will return

And again
in these by lanes of heaven

Everyone will sing this happy song

Let the sweet notes of
harmony mingle together

I've come to sing a song of love

To embrace the whole world
with one melody

To wipe out hatred
in every heart

Come, friends, sing with me

I've come to sing a song of love

To embrace the whole world
with one melody

To wipe out hatred
in every heart

Come, friends, sing with me

To win over people

To win over hearts

Sing a beautiful song

lay the music of friendship

Let go of hatred

To win over people

To win over hearts

Sing a beautiful song

lay the music of friendship

Let go of hatred

Come, friends, sing with me

Move! Move! Move!

Move quickly.

Music is a sweet rain

That turn sing autumn
into spring

No wall can hold back music

Music leaps across borders

Music is a sweet rain

That turn sing autumn
into spring

No wall can hold back music

Music leaps across borders

Music knows no caste and creed

Music contains the whole universe

Music has no language

Music holds the truth
of the Gita and the Quran.

Music includes Allah and Ram

Music includes all of creation

Music knows no caste and creed

Music contains the whole universe

Music has no language

Music holds the truth
of the Gita and the Quran.

Music includes Allah and Ram

Music includes all of creation

Music turns away storms

Music brings relief to broken hearts.

Khan-saab, come in, Khan-saab.

Altaaf?

How did you like my painting?

Altaaf, where are you?
- I'm not like you, Khan-saab.

I don't kill children.

Where are you,Altaaf?
- Look towards Shankracharya.

Your birthday firecrackers
are about to go off.

Happybirthday.

Dad

Pahalgam call in Gulmarg, overr.
-Yes.

Pahalgam call in Gulmarg, overr.
- I'm getting you.

First phase of Mission Kashmir concluded.
anyouhearme?

Carry on, carry on.

First phase of Mission Kashmir concluded.
Are you listening?

Yes, I am.

The tower is blown to bits.

I want to see India shattered
into pieces the same way.

God willing.

Fragments of the tower have reached
Nishat Park and Chinar.

If you need anything, tell us.

The mission will ending victory,
God willing.

A thousand thanks to God.

Keep depositing money in the bank.

Leave the rest to God.
Over and out.

Over and out.

Congratulations...

on Mission Kashmir's first victory.

Nothing can stop us now.

What's your next target
after the TV tower?

Is this why yo uworked
at the TV Center?

No, Khan-saab.

You think you'll getaway?

We know where
you two used to meet.

We also know you went out
in a shikara with him.

And you smuggled him into the TV Center
knowing he would kill the guards...

and blow up the tower and escape.

Tell me, who gives you orders?

Nobody. Please believe me.

Who will believe you?

Will the widows of the dead,
believe you?

You're one of them, Sufi!
You're one of them!

You breached security
and brought him to your office...

and let him use your intercom.
What is he to you?

Nobody.

I love him.

He returned after ten years and--

He had changed. I know.

After his parents were killed,
he came with me to my home.

My wife also loves him
as much as you do.

I have no link with him.

But what can I do?

I love him.

Take her home.

Did she reveal anything, sir?
- She doesn't know anything.

But, sir--
- Leave her alone, Avinash.

Is he mute from childhood?

No. Najibullah's men tortured him.
They wanted Hilal.

He stuck out his tongue and--

Our information is correct, child.

Day after tomorrow...

India's Prime Minister
will come to the valley at noon.

I'm ready to welcome him, sir.

Lease look carelly

This is apicture of a deadly
terrorist named Altaaf Khan.

21 years old, fair complexion,
green eyes, 1,80 m tall

If you see him, please
inform the police immediately

That's not good.

Now all of Srinagar will recognize you.

Go at once...

to Krishna Raina's old house
in Kunjar village. It's far, but secure.

Hello, Number-man. kahvah.

Altaaf-bhai,
kahvah from Ghafoor?

Is there a phone close by?

There's one near Rainawari.
It's far. Have kahvah first.

No, dad, I'm fine.

I'm not upset.

-Dad, please understand.
Don't come now.

Then throw away those tickets!

What does it cost anyway,
from Jammu to Srinagar?

Why don't you understand?
Altaaf has gone back.

Please give the phone to mom.

Mom

You were right.
My Altaaf is dead.

Hello, mom, I--
- Sufi, this is Altaaf

Altaaf?
- I want to see you.

Don't call me again, ever.

Why did you hang up on me, Sufi?

Answer me.

I don't ever want to talk to you.

And so you put a picture o me on TV--
tog et me killed.

What of the people you've killed?

Sufi, why don't you understand?
I'm doing all this for my religion.

I'm a Muslim, too. Islam doesn't
permit the murder of innocents.

You're taking revenge for the death
of your parents. That's all.

Stop, Sufi.

Sufi, I said stop.

Madam, for you.

You used to love this dish.

I still do.

You should've come home once
to eat food from my hands--just once.

How could I, mom?
I'd think of it. Then that face--

Your dad face?

No.

The face of that murderer
hiding behind that mask.

The face of that butcher rising
from behind a rain of bullets.

And smoke and showers of hot blood--
- You mustn't talk like that, son.

I'm here now!
Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid, mom
I'm not afraid.

For ten years that face
hasn't let me sleep.

Whenever I try to sleep,
those eyes start staring at me.

All the burning villages that
I've seen in these ten years...

start to blaze in my head.

All the screams I've heard
begin to shriek in my ears.

All the corpses I've seen appear
behind that face and taunt me.

Until I wipe out that face,
I won't be able to sleep.

What shall I do, mom?
What shall I do?

Whoever fires that fatal bullet,
it's my heart that it will pierce.

But this war is not between
you and Khan-saab.

On one side is love,
on the other, hatred.

On one side is compassion,
on the other, terror.

You have to choose.

Good or evil,
brutality or humanity...

Kashmir or holocaust--
what will stay alive...

you have to decide, Altaaf.

Only you.

So think hard before you fire
that bullet, son.

Think very hard.

Tomorrow, I will survey
the whole area by helicopter.

This area near the Pari Mahal,
where the PM's helicopter will land...

is a sensitive one.

I've arranged for a thousand children
to welcome the PM.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Okay, okay.

Sir, for his welcome--

Mr. Khan, here you discuss
the PM's security.

There, your wife has evaded
her own security and disappeared.

Can you tell me where she's gone?

I'll ask Neelima, sir.

What you do is a personal matter.

Our intelligence bureau tells us...

that you deliberately let go
of the terrorist who attacked you...

because of your old association
with him.

Look, Inayat Khan-saab,
one Indian PMwas killed...

by her own security people
in the name of religion.

Under the circumstances,
I don't consider it appropriate...

to entrust the Prime Minister's
security to you.

Mr. Deshpande, it is not
the misfortune of Muslims only...

but of the entire country that
a soldier who has braved bullets...

for years must prove
his loyalty repeatedly...

because his name is not Deshpande
but Inayat Khan.

Look, Mr. Khan--
- You look, Mr. Deshpande.

My blood is in this Kashmiri soil.
My nine year old son is buried in it.

My love for this country needs
no certificates from a bureaucrat.

Listen, Mr. Khan--
- You listen to me, Mr. Deshpande!

I am the state's IG.

The PM's security is my responsibility
and will remain so...

till you dismiss me.

Where had you gone?

You've returned early today?
- Answer me. Where were you?

I was out.

Wearing a burkha?
Nilu, answe me. Where were you?

If you know, why ask?

Why did you go to meet him?
Answer me.

To plead with him?
To beg him not to kill your husband?

You think l'm scared of him?
That I tremble at his name?

Nilu, I'm getting angry.
Answer me. Why did you go?

You've never questioned me like this.
- I am now! Why did you go?

Do you know what he has endured
these past ten years?

The horrors he's seen?
How many deaths he's witnessed?

Not as many as the corpses
I've carried on my shoulders.

Answer me! Why did you go?

He can't sleep.
- So let him shoot himself.

I didn't tell him to pickup a gun.

I didn't want to bring him home.
You did.

One day he'll understand.
We'll tell him the truth."

He understands now. You told him
the truth! Answer me, why did you go?

I went to see him
because I am his mother.

And what am I to you?
Answer me.

You are my husband.

Husband. Do you know
what a husband's honor is?

Do you know what happened
to my honor because of your action?

What I had to listen to?

There's blood on your hand.
- To hell with my hand, Nilu.

Blood will be spilt now,
mine or Altaaf's.

Whose blood do you want it to be?

Your husband's or your son's?

Tomorrow I leave Kashmir for good.

But before I go,
I want to ask you something.

By what right?
As the friend who betrayed me?

Or as the terrorist
who killed innocent people?

As that 11-year-old Altaaf
whose 6-year-old sister Najjo...

and mother and father were murdered
in front of a 9-year-old Sufi?

Don't talk of that Altaaf.

I cradled him in mymemories
with such tender love.

But you killed him.

You are the murderer of that Altaaf.

It's true that I lied to you, Sufi.

But it's also true
that I have loved you.

My only regret is that I hate Khan...

as much as I love you.

It is my sorrow that your hatred
is much stronger than yourlove.

I truly love you, Sufi.

I know your answer
but will still ask.

When this storm ends...

will you come with me again
in a shikara?

I'll never be able to see you.

But I will dream, Sufi...

of those moments...

we spent together.

Also of those moments...

which we could not spend together.

Share that dream, if you can.

Look, look

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Avinash, come in, Avinash.

Yes, sir. Go ahead, sir.

There's a clear gap on the left.
- Avinash, to the left and back.

Move up, to the left.

Avinash.
- Sir.

Make them fall back,
cover the right flank.

To the right, boys. Right!

Move those riflemen to the left.
More to the left.

Move, move, left, left!
Cover that flank.

Two machine guns up there.
No breach within firing range.

I can see a gap. Up there.
Yes, up, and to the right.

I'm going back to the base. Okay?

Okay, sir.

Khan-saab, come in, Khan-saab.

Go ahead, Altaaf.

Remember this day ten years ago?

23 June, at Dalgate.
You murdered my whole family...

and gave birth to a new Altaaf

Today is the tenth anniversary
of that new Altaaf.

Do you know
what my birth day gift is?

You!

Hide anywhere, Khan-saab,
but today you won't escape me.

Altaaf, stop this craziness.
Come home...

before a bullet from the police--
- Good-bye.

We heard him on the wireless, Sir-j
Please take this threat seriously.

Keep extra security fo ryourself.

Gurdeep, I'm going home for lunch.
Your extra security wouldn't let me--

Sir-ji, in 15 years
you've never lunched at home.

In 15 years I've never
broken even a glass at home.

Never broken a glass?
What does that mean, Sir-ji?

May I go home, Sir-ji?

Okay, Sir-j
- Thank you, Sir-j

Guard! Stand at ease!
Sir, SP-saab phoned.

Sir, Madam hasn't eaten anything.

Sir, please see to her
or she'll fall ill.

She's not had a sip of water today.

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orgiveme, love

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Andlfeelonlyloveowing

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butyourwords werelikethorns

Howcanlhealmyheart?
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Iforgiveyou, Iforgiveyou
mylove

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Sir-j

We caught the man who placed
the bomb in the briefcase.

He's not alone, sir.
There are two others.

Where is Altaaf?

Sir, I'll tell you everything.

Maharaj Krishna Raina's house.
In Kunjar village.

Where is Altaaf? Where is Altaaf?

Avinash, what are you doing?
They're all dead.

He was running off with this camera.
We found these cassettes on him.

They're up to something, sir.

Mission Kashmir?

Tell me: What is Mission Kashmir?

Stop! Go back. There!

I killed this terrorist
in Kunjar village.

How'd he reach Hazratbal mosque?

And in a police uniform?
- Khan-saab, Hazratbal is so crowded.

They took these shots on a Friday.
- MyGod, today is Friday.

How much time will you take?

There are a lot of tapes, Khan-saab.
It'll take time to transfer them.

I don't have time. Figure out what
these images mean. Then contact me.

We don't have time.

Why do you act like this?

Had I been hit above the bullet-proof
jacket, I'd be dead.

The bullet hit you today.
I've known you for years.

You go mad when you see militants.

You won't understand.
- Why?

Because I'm a Sikh?
- No.

Because you're not a Kashmiri.
You're an outsider.

You never saw how, instead of prayers,
loud-speakers rained abuses on us.

They said: Kashmiri and its, Hindus:.

If you want to stay alive,
leave Kashmirr."

While all the Kashmiri Pandits
were fleeing from their Kashmir...

I, a policeman, watched helplessly.

I understand, Avinash.
- You understand nothing.

How can you know what it is
to live in a refugee camp?

What it is to watch your home
burning before your eyes?

How can you know what it is
to lose your family?

No, I will never understand.
Because I have no family left.

They were all killed in
in one single day, in Delhi.

They put a tire around
my father's neck and burnt him alive.

Know who did it?
Acrazy Hindu.

Asshole.

Who shall I blame?
Shall I kill you, Hindu?

Sir, IG-saab has sent for you.
It's urgent.

No, I can't kill you.
Not because you're my friend.

Because we're not those who kill.
We're here to protect.

We must safeguard humanity.
We must save Kashmir.

We won't let the self-sacrifice
of 20 boys go to waste.

These innocent children
have been killed...

by those responsible
for your mother's death, child.

Allah has chosen you for this work...

and for this mission, my child.

India's PM should not leave
this valley alive.

This is our Mission Kashmir.
Do you know...

why Allah called your mother to Him?

So that, when you kill IG Khan along
with the PM, your hands won't tremble.

Understand, child?

Bravo!

Now rise.

Tell me, how and where
will you blow up the PM's helicopter?

Open the door! Open the door!

Help! Open the door!

Hurry up!

Put out the fire.

Sir-ji, he's out. Okay, Sir-j

Okay. Follow him, Gurdeep.

Avinash, do you see him?

Yes, sir. He's heading
towards Kukar Bazaar.

I've got him, Avinash.
He's going through Pakki Lane.

Exactly at 14:45, the PM's helicopter
will land here.

As the rotors stop, the chief minister
will step foard to garland him.

And then, the first blast.
- Idris will fire.

At this blast, IG Khan will
move from the police cordon...

with his men, to enter the helipad.

Then, the second missile.

Specially for lG Khan.
- You'll fire it, Altaaf.

Your quest and my mission,
both victorious, God willing.

How long have you waited
for this moment, child?

At housand years!

He's crossing Amirkadal bridge.
You cover him now, Avinash.

Security's very tight
because of the PM's arrival.

We cannot all move together.

We'll go in three units and reach
Rainawari via different routes.

The first unit from here.
- Idris.

Thes econd, with me, from here.

The third, from here...

with me.

Sir, he's crossing Chinar Baug.

He's crossed the wooden bridge,
heading towards Dalgate, Sir-j

Child.

Don't forget your innocent sister,
your mother and father.

IG Khan butchered them all
in front of your eyes.

Don't forget, Allah sends
such an opportunity just once.

Allah is your protector.
Your target is IG Khan.

Go, my child, and destroy that infidel.

Before the launch, when the missiles
turn towards the real target...

this child may turn hostile.

Calm him down.

If he doesn't consent...

shoot him quickly through the head.
Don't cause him pain-- he's my child.

Sir, he's taking the lane
towards Khyam Chowk.

He crossing the Jhelum.

We'll take it from the other side.-

Pahalgam calling Gulmarg, over.

Gulmarg, getting you, over.

Gurdeep, cover the house.

Okay Sir-ji.

Avinash, you cover me.

Yes, sir.

I'm entering the house. Okay?
- We've surrounded it, sir.

Move it, move it! Stop thecar.

We're leaving this place.
The mission proceeds as planned.

Are you people ready?
- We're ready for the telecast, over.

Over and out.

Don't fire, don'ts hoot him!

Greetings, Khan-saab.

What is Mission Kashmir?

Where is Altaaf?

Mazar-e-Sharif.
- What?

1987. The Russians cut my neck.

For seven days, I held my head
to my slashed neck.

No food, water, sleep, nothing--
or my head would've dropped off.

For seven days I held up my severed head.
I didn't tell them anything.

And you, what can you do to me
in 37 minutes?

Want to try? Go ahead.

37 minutes?

36 minutes now. My child Altaaf
must've begun the mission already.

In 36 minutes your lndia--
-36 minutes? 10 seconds!

In 10 seconds I'll blow your brains
if you don't talk. Talk!

Ten, nine...

eight, seven...

six, five...

four, three, two...

one.

Khan-saab, this is Mission Kashmir.

I've joined all the pieces
of this picture together.

And it's terrifing.

Sir, our army commandos are ready.
As soon as you order, they'll attack.

Where will you attack?
Do you know where the missiles are?

In 36 minute syou'll search
all of Kashmir?

No commandos, no army, no police
can do anything now.

We've lost Kashmir.

But I'll blow Hilal's face to bits.
- Stop, Khan-saab.

Only he knows...

where the missiles are.
- But why would he take us there?

He'll take us.
I'm sure he will...

if he believes that my love
for Kashmir is less...

than my hatred for Altaaf.

If he believes that I'm so blinded
by my thirst for revenge...

that I've forgotten India.

If he believes that he will be saved...

and I will die.

But I'll have to go alone with him.

We will give you cover, sir.

No wrong move!

One wrong move
and Kashmir will be destroyed.

Noone will follow me.
Is that understood?

But, Khan-saab, you alone?

Either I will die
or Kashmir will be saved.

Sufi, go with Avinash
and Gurdeep...

and immerse Nilu's ashes
in the Ganges at Hardwar.

Perhaps she'll forgive me.

Everyoneo ut. Out!

I've lost, Hilal.

My men were following Altaaf.

I've just been told
that they've lost him.

Now only you can take me to him.

Here. If you want, finish me off.
But give me Altaaf.

Give you my child Altaaf?
No, Khan.

He is no longer your son.
He is my child.

Through him, we will destroy lndia.
- Let India and Kashmir go to hell.

I only want Altaaf.

You love him dearly.

But our entire mission
depends on him.

You can have your mission, Hilal.

But give me Altaaf.

With my own hands
I'll give him such a death...

that no son will ever again
dare kill his mother.

You are a Pathan, Hilal.
You know what revenge means.

I beg you to let me
avenge my wife's murder.

If you are a true Pathan,
then understand my hatred.

A Pathan knows only two things--
boundless love and limitless hatred.

Then fulfill your duty, Pathan.
Give me Altaaf.

You will get Altaaf. The ywill
get Kashmir. What will I get?

Your life.

My men will escort you
past the Line of Control.

Nobody will touchy ou.

Your hatred is truly worthy
of a Pathan's praise.

I accept.

Khan, you've reached your destination.

Idris!
- Sir.

You're late, sir. Is all well?

I had stopped to get you a gift.

This pistol belongs
to the same infidel police officer...

who orphaned you as a child.

Khan?

Yes, Khan!

I told you, execute my mission
and I'll take you to your goal.

A Pathan honors his word
even when given to an enemy.

And you, you are my child.

Here, take it.
Go and complete your mission.

These eyes haven't let me sleep
for ten years.

Kill me, but listen to me, Altaaf.

I'll give you such a death--

Like the death you gave Neelima?

Look. This is all that's left
of the woman who loved you like a son.

The same will happen to Kashmir.
And you will be responsible.

You want to know
what Mission Kashmir is?

It has nothing to do
with the PM's visit.

Todayis Friday. Thousands of people
will gather at Hazratbal for prayers.

As they kneel,
your missile will hit.

The innocent blood of Muslims
will turn tha twhite mosque red.

And you will be responsible.

The missile is ready, sir.

The Indian army will be blamed
for blowing up Hazratbal mosque.

They'll say that the Hindu
security forces blew it up.

Think, Altaaf! Your men were filmed
wearing Indian army uniforms.

This isn't true.

This isn't the whole truth, Altaaf.

Remember, Nilu used to take you
to Shankracharya temple as a child?

Today,your second missile will land
on the kneeling pilgrims there.

It will fall on Shankracharya.

The child is taking too long.

Come, Kohisha.

They'll say that Muslims destroyed
the temple in revenge for the mosque.

This is your Mission Kashmir.

They destroyed our TV tower
to spread this lie...

so that on their TV they could
broadcast those faked images.

Your Sufi saw this apocalypse
with her own eyes, Altaaf.

Think of the riots when
Babri mosque was destroyed.

Think of the carnage when guns
fired at the Golden Temple.

Think: If Shankracharya
and Hazratbal are both--

Our world will be doomed.
A bloody plague will claim us.

Human beings will become
maddened brutes, Altaaf.

My one mistake destroyed
your entire life, son.

But this mistake of yours
will destroy all of Kashmir, son.

You've never been able to forgive me.

Kashmir too will never
forgive you, son.

Because Mission Kashmir
is the death of Kashmir.

This infidel talks too much.
Finish him off, child.

Kill me, Altaaf.
But save Kashmir, son.

Kill him, child.

These eyes haven't let you sleep.
Put your bullet between them.

Kill him, child, kill him.

But for your mother's sake,
save Kashmiri identity, son.

Kill him, child.

She used to take you to Hazratbal.
- Altaaf, don't think.

Kill him, child.
- You've forgotten Shankracharya?

Shoot me!

Kill him, child.

Shoot me, Altaaf.

For better or for worse,
brutality or humanity:

Kashmir or holocaust--
what will stay alive:.

you have to decide, Altaaf

Only you.

So think carefully before
you fire that bullet,son.

Think very hard

Don't kill him, Altaaf.
He'll take us to the missiles.

Stop. Nobody shoots.
Lower your guns.

Stop or I'll spill Hilal's brains
into the lake.

Child.

Smoke, only smoke

Smoke everywhere

God is testing you.

He's watching if you're straying
from His path.

Use your gun, child,
and finish off this enemy of Allah.

Who spoke of struggle in our life
using the name of God?

Child. Remember?

I took care of you.
I put a carbine into your hands.

I showed you the path of jihad.

This oppression, these crimes,
who calls it jihad?

I'm thankful that today
you are carrying me yourself...

on the path to paradise,
on the path to the Merciful.

Do you understand, child?

When will these storms cease?

Thousands of young shoots
have been torn from their branches

To kill infidels is your goal,
your duty, your only destiny.

It is Allah' swill
that you kill the enemy.

Who is laying waste our paradise?

Kill him. This is yourfaith, child.
This is your only religion.

Out... out.

For spreading death instead of life
in the name of religion.

For placing carbines instead of crayons
in the hands of innocent children.

For turning the paradise of Kashmir
into a hell...

I sentence you to death.

Blow up Shankracharya! Quickly!
Blow it up!

Hurryup.

An operation code named
Mission Kashmir to destroy:

both the holy shrines,
Haratbal and Shankracharya:.

It was foiled by the timely and courageous intervention of the Kashmir police.

Sir.

What happened?

Our failure of Mission Kashmir
must be kept a secret.

We're lucky that nobody knows
of this mission except us.

Yes. Except you.

Come on, Altaaf.

Come on, Khan-saab, come on.

Out! Out!

I'm not out. You're cheating.

Altaaf, give me the bat.

Let it be, Khan-saab.

Nilu, you too!

Altaaf has come home after ages.

I wasn't out, was I?
- No.

Altaaf, what happened?

A snow-covered field...

a green cricket pitch...

a wooden bridge...

and a pink house.

Today, after ten years,
I saw a dream, dad.

What did you say?

After ten years--

No. After that.

I saw a dream.

After that, Altaaf.

Dad.

Dad.