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May God restore her health.

For now, you're her Lord the Saviour.

That's blasphemy!
Do you want me to go to hell?

I'm sure Mr. Dutt won't remember.

You look very happy.

You've just been relieved,
not given retirement.

Sir, do you remember
the Galaxy Mall operation?

Near Palam Vihar.

There was a small restaurant
right next to the mall.

The guy who wanted to commit suicide
by blowing up a gas cylinder?

And Mr. Prithvi had
the entire mall evacuated.

This is that same Afghan.

Asghar Nabi.

I know what I'm asking you to do

might seem a little impossible,
but...

only you can do this.

Only you can stitch anyone up,
even in a moving car.

I could do it eons ago.

But now my hands shiver like...

Anyway, who's the donor?

Yeah, that is kind of
a big problem.

Problem?
I thought the problem was outside?

The number you're calling
is currently switched off.

The number you're calling
is either switched off

or not reachable
at the moment.

Welcome to PRT's
flight information system.

Providing up-to-date departure
and arrival information

for yesterday, today and tomorrow.

To start, what's the flight number?

If you don't have the flight number,

say "find the flight."

Shall I make the booking for you?

How dare you!

How did you enter my office?

You're working so hard
on a Sunday morning.

-I'm just here to help you.
-Who the hell are you?

Isha Andrews.

I'm her associate.

-You could have called.
-Okay.

Come on. Out with it.

What are you hiding from us?

Look, if Ms. Andrews wants
to speak to me...

Asghar, please don't mind,

but what you're about to see
should stay just between us.

Oh, come on, now.

Do you want me to quote some
movie dialogue? Like Badshah Khan?

"This Pathan gives you his word."

Go on then, open it.

Is he the donor?

Now, tell me why you are
selling off everything

and leaving the country.

Look, the commitment that I had...

I've...

-Handa is dead.
-Yes.

And, as soon as the new CM
takes his chair, all our tenders...

Go on.

Handa is alive.

Handa is alive. Handa is dead.

Handa is alive.

K.L. Handa

whose funeral is in two days?

He's alive?

Sir.

This Asghar Nabi turned out
to be quite a sly guy.

He was running an illegal clinic
in the basement of his restaurant.

He's a top surgeon
at a Kabul hospital.

The Taliban also kept him alive
so that they could use his skills.

But he escaped
as soon as he got the opportunity

and came to India
to settle here.

The clinic at the restaurant was like
a five-star facility compared to this.

But we can manage
the operation here.

At least there's no fungus here.

-Shall we start?
-Hold on, my friend.

This room has to be sanitised.
Scrub it clean.

It should be dust free.

Okay.

And what's that stench?

That is...

It's not an accident that
these guys are all here together.

There's someone in there
who is one step ahead of us.

As though he knows exactly
what we're planning.

He could be a policeman, sir.

Yes, could be.

A calculative mind

and an understanding
of police procedures.

Of course, could be a cop.

A top surgeon coming in,

demanding medical supplies,

it's no rocket science.

Obviously, someone in there
is badly hurt.

They're definitely not doing all this
for a hostage.

It's obvious it's one of theirs.

We'll have to throw this corpse out.

To have him lying here could be
quite detrimental to the operation.

We can't just throw him out.

I'll keep him away from the room.

Sir, this is the right place
to enter.

Sir, excuse me.

Yes, Geeta. Anything urgent?

No, I haven't spoken to you since
last evening, so I was just wondering...

all okay?

I'm in a meeting right now.

Okay, listen. Saba had called.

She'll take some more time
to get discharged.

So I just told her

not to worry about Pia at all.

-Hello? Can you hear me?
-Okay, okay. I'll talk to you later.

Sir, there is a way.

Fantastic story.

There should be a movie about this.

Like they say,

"Truth is stranger than fiction."

Tell me something.

Why didn't you tell Isha everything
as soon as Subramanian called?

I thought I'd handle it.

I didn't want to
unnecessarily stress you all out.

But now I've thought
everything through,

and everything is still in control.

Even if they do
get a hold of Handa,

nobody has any proof
of my involvement.

We'll just have to get rid
of all the evidence

linked to this incident.
That's all.

Absolutely right.

I agree with you.

Look, I'm not joking.

Foot-in-the-mouth disease.

It will get you killed sooner
or later.

Why not today?

Today is Sunday.

Sunday is a good day to die,
isn't it?

Today...

Listen, take all this money.

And I'll give you more,
as much as you want.

You were right.
I should have told you.

I should have... Please.

They can see us.

But there are no cameras
in the washroom, so...

Stop it. Stop it, Navin.

Come on.

Look, my job is very important
to me.

And I can't risk it
for some secret office affair. It's...

-It's not worth it.
-Really?

Yeah, really.

You're becoming too serious
about this.

Possessive and all that.
"Why didn't you answer the call?"

"Why didn't you open the door?"
Just grow up, man.

That's the problem.

-When I see you, I start growing.
-Please!

Oh, hi...

Yes. What is it?

Sir, I had some work with Shikha.

-We need to file that report.
-Just give me a minute.

Did you file the Ghatagaon report?

No, there are some details
still pending.

-I'll get it done in an hour.
-Shikha.

Navin, it's over.

Wow! On the staircase?

Rohan, please.
Let's talk about work, shall we?

I had sent Iman Sheikh's report

to a friend of mine
in forensics, unofficially.

-It was for you, by the way.
-And?

According to him, the gun used to kill
Iman Sheikh had a silencer on it.

Silencer?

Navin can say whatever he likes,

but this is anything
but an open-and-shut case.

I know, man. It's bloody serious.

I know.

But you didn't hear this from me.

-If he finds out that I'm helping you--
-What the fuck will he do?

Come on, Shikha.
Please don't start now.

-Fuck that asshole.
-No.

-Fuck everyone he knows.
-I'm not listening.

-He has a daughter too.
-I don't want to hear this. I'm done.

How did this end up
in Raathi's pocket?

This means...

Subramanian had my father killed
and you knew this.

Look, Aman. There's very little time left
for Saba's operation.

This is not the time for revenge.

-He was like my father too.
-But he was my father!

And there's a difference, Prithvi.

If you want me to go nurse
and serve a man

who killed my father,
I can't do it.

What do you expect?
What should I do?

What you've been doing
all this while.

Nothing.

Shit.

How did you get in here?

-What do you want?
-I just met your friend.

Desai?

So, have you managed to confirm
that everything is okay?

-Are you happy now?
-Shot him in the head.

Very happy.

Are you out of your... Why?

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

Are you done?

Happy birthday, dear Rawal

Happy birthday to you

I have bad news.

Handa is alive.

He died three days ago
during surgery.

That's a lie.

Desai told you a story,

and you believed it
like everyone else.

Now, imagine...

if this news gets out,

what could happen?

And what'll happen to the person

responsible for all of this?

Hello, sir.

I'm your operating doctor,
Asghar Nabi.

Let me explain the procedure to you.

First of all, we'll put you under.

Meaning you'll be made unconscious.

Then we'll insert an injection
in your spine

to extract the bone marrow.

That's it. In and out. Simple.

Do you know who I am?

As far as I know, you're the donor.

Who doesn't know you, Mr. CM sir?

I don't know how well-acquainted you are
with these people.

But remember one thing.

When all of this is over,

you will curse your destiny.

You will rue the day

you met Khushwant Lal Handa.

I don't think you comprehend
the situation, sir.

I'm going to insert

a six-inch-long needle
into your spine.

Now, if you threaten me

just before such a critical operation,

then it's possible that the needle
might end up in the wrong place.

That will cause you a lot
of suffering, sir.

You will be in excruciating pain.

So, instead of threatening me,

please co-operate.

Okay?

What now?

First, I'll finish this salmon
and then you.

Don't be scared.

I'm just joking.

I'm not afraid of you.

You very well know what would happen
to you if you even lay a finger on me.

Now I'm really scared.

Are you threatening me
with your personal contacts?

Me?

Come on. You can try better.

Listen, Ranbir.
Do whatever you want.

But I'm not afraid of you.

Get this in your thick head.

The AC in this suite really sucks,
doesn't it?

It's 17 degrees inside
and you're sweating.

But you're not scared of me, right?

Try some.

Just take care of him, okay?
By the time I come--

Sir? Mr. Girish, excuse me. Can I
talk to you for a minute, please?

Sure. Please walk with me.

Sir, the police had given us
the murder case of Iman Sheikh.

Such a veteran.
Left to die like an animal. So sad.

Yes. Sir, I don't think that
it's an open-and-shut case.

What do you mean?

Sir, I've studied the entire case file,
and there are a lot of contradictions.

Iman Sheikh used to work for
Gautam Desai at Lotus Corporation.

And this morning, apparently,
Desai committed suicide.

And you feel that Iman's murder
and Desai's suicide are connected?

We can't rule it out, sir.

Navin had asked you to return
the case back to the police, right?

Yes, sir. I think
we should investigate this.

Shikha Pandey, listen to me.

Look, it's good to be ambitious.

But ignoring your senior's orders

and breaking the rules is not
acceptable in our organisation.

Navin doesn't give you orders
just because he's your boss.

Navin is your boss, because he knows
more about these things than you do.

All right?

After Najib's passing,

people like me were in hiding,
fearing the Taliban.

I ended up in Delhi.

A kind and generous man
gave me shelter.

Helped me get refugee status here.

He had a restaurant in Palam Vihar.

Now, in name,
I worked there as a cook.

But I am a doctor by profession,

so he let me open a clinic
in his basement.

He said that a good deed
brings good fortune.

Free treatment.

But that bastard

started charging money
from the poor behind my back.

I was furious.

And I just stabbed him
in a fit of rage.

I was already depressed,

so I thought to myself...

that I've lived long enough.

I locked myself in the kitchen
with a gas cylinder.

-And then--
-Prithvi.

Looks like you know
that mad man quite well.

Just like you do.

He's ready.

It's not the AC.

I think it's you.

I think we can
solve this problem...

together.

But you said
that you don't need my help.

All I'm saying is...

there's no need for this news
to get out.

We can solve this problem right here
in this room.

Like two adults.

You really think
that you'll sleep with me

and all your problems
will be solved?

I don't know about mine,
but yours surely will.

-What the hell were you thinking?
-I know, I know, I know.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have done that. Sorry.

Because of you, now Basu thinks
that I have no control over my team.

What the fuck do you think
of yourself?

-Navin, I said I'm sorry! Stop it now.
-Oh, is sorry enough?

If you ever try to take

unnecessary advantage
of our relationship--

What? Hello? What relationship
are you referring to?

And when did I try
to take advantage of you?

You took advantage of me.

I've been fucking spreading
my legs for you.

Oh, stop behaving
like a kid, Shikha.

Really? Like a kid? If I'm a kid,
you're a fucking paedophile.

-You're crossing your limits now.
-Really?

What happened to your limits

when you were sexually harassing
your junior?

Two words.

Two words and your career will be
fucking destroyed, Navin Sharma.

Shall I post it on social media?
With a hashtag?

Shikha Pandey, go home.

You are suspended
until further notice.

-You can't do this.
-I am doing this.

And if you have any doubt,

then you're welcome to go to
Basu again, directly. Got it?

You know what?

I want to help you.

Why? Because you screwed me?

No.

Because I want to screw you again.

These people have asked me
to tell you that until the police...

-Ayesha?
-Sir.

You're not looking good.
Why don't you take a break?

Or you'll fall sick.

And after that if Dutt starts
to negotiate his way,

-then you know what'll happen.
-It won't come to that, sir.

But you're right.
I'll have a smoke.

Thank you.

Do you have children?

I have a son.

Actually, he'll turn ten tomorrow.

When he gets to know
that he's been orphaned,

how do you think he'd feel?

It won't really matter to him.

We don't really have a relationship.

That's what you think.

I was only two years old

when Iman Baba brought me home.

But I still...

always used to think
about my real father.

Even though he didn't mean
anything to me.

All units, this is Dutt.
Come in. Over.

There's a wardrobe
with a mirror on it,

and there's a window
right opposite that. Any visual?

Unit five, negative. Over.

This is unit three, negative. Over.

This is unit two, affirmative. Over.

Focus on the mirror.

-Can you see anything?
-No visuals, sir.

I can't see anything clearly.
I'll have to change my position. Over.

Roger. Do that now.

Did you get this
off my father's hand?

No.

Sir, I have visual.

I can see the mirror,
but it's too dark.

-Looks like someone's sitting there. Over.
-Brilliant job. Stay there.

Inform me
if there's any movement. Over.

Wait a minute.
We should involve Ayesha too.

We're not taking any action,
but at least we have a visual now.

And there will be no action taken
without my orders.

Dutt, is that clear?

Of course, sir.

This is unit two.
Sir, I have visual. Over.

What do you see? Over.

It's not clear,
but someone is walking around. Over.

Keep safe distance
and keep following. Over.

Did you kill my father?

Unit four, do you have contact?

Unit three?

He's ready.

What's the matter?

He's a politician, right?
He's thick-skinned.

Yes.

-Sir, I can see a gun. Over.
-What else do you see?

I'm asking you, motherfucker.

What now?

You'll kill an unarmed man?

And what'll you get out of that?

Will that ease your pain?

I'll kill you
and find out for myself.

Okay.

Pull the trigger.

Can you find
a better angle? Over.

Negative, sir. This is the highest
and the closest. Over.

Shoot!

Sir, all that I've done so far
will go down the drain.

Hundred percent it's one of them.

-Sir, are you even listening to me?
-Yes, Ayesha, I heard you.

But, sir, there are civilians
in there too.

Hey, look at me. Look at me!

Look at this face properly.

Because, if you shoot,

this face will haunt you
for the rest of your life.

They're still talking to us.

This can be resolved
through dialogue.

We're not here to chit-chat
with them.

I'm not here
to chit-chat either, Dutt!

We've been sitting around here
like idiots.

If negotiating a sensitive situation
looks like stupid chit-chat to you,

then why the fuck am I here?

What do you think?

Killing someone is a joke?

I don't care what you think.

Then shoot me. Come on.
Blow my brains out!

Unit two. Come in, unit two.
What is this firing about? Over.

Sir, I saw the gunman. Over.

-Hold the fire.
-Sir, the terrorists are in sight.

Aman!

How did the firing begin?

They fired first.

-Tell two to hold the fire. now!
-Sir?

As you can see,
there's heavy gunfire going on here.

We're putting our lives at stake
and reporting this.

We're in the middle of
a massive shoot-out.

Cease fire. All units, cease fire!

Prithvi!

Prithvi, what are you doing?

-Peter?
-I had warned you to stay away.

Now, suffer the consequences.

-Who are you?
-Your worst nightmare.