All language subtitles for Fm_02

[pages shuffling]

Hmm.

Hmm.

Will you say something, Doctor?

How many cigarettes do you smoke in a day?

Oh, I only smoke when I'm stressed.

And how often are you stressed?

Uh...

And drinks?

I mean, the odd one sometimes.

Sometimes, you know, two, maybe three.

Never more than four or five.

In a week?

Daily?

- And meat?
- Absolutely not.

[chuckles]

My family is vegetarian, Doctor.

Just whenever I eat out, otherwise never.

And how often do you eat out?

Uh...

Srikant, your blood sugar levels
are fluctuating again.

Do you still feel giddy sometimes?

Do you keep chocolates with you?

I eat more chocolates than even my kids.

I always keep some with me.

- Do you want one?
- Look at your report.

Keep your cholesterol under control.

Quit non-vegetarian food,
fried food and smoking.

And one drink a day should be the maximum.

- And minimum?
- Do you not want to live?

Come on, Doctor.
What's left to stay alive for?

- This is not a joke.
- Yes, Doctor, but...

Please stop scaring me. I'll wet my pants.

And stop stressing so much, Srikant.

Take some small breaks in between.

- Spend some time with your family.
- [phone vibrates]

- Don't think about work all the...
- Just a second.

Yes, JK. What happened?

What?

Kala Ghoda!

I am coming right away.

- I haven't finished.
- I got it, sir.

I have to stop drinking, smoking,
food and stress.

Basically, stop living at all.

Why don't I just kill myself?

[sirens wailing]

Move back! Come on, get back!

...walking with my friends...

Be calm.

You know what you have to do.

- Put the jacket on him.
- Yes, sir.

Radio check, radio check.

Step aside.

Step aside.

Please, step aside.

If the bomb goes off,
you'll get a great selfie

of your bloody remains, moron.

Move on, move on.

I'll be giving you
instructions on the radio.

You just follow them. Okay?

- Get going now.
- What the fuck is this?

At least give me a decent suit.

Get some duct tape. Quick, go.

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[detector beeping]

[detector beeping rapidly]

[bomb beeps]

Did you check the scooter's number plate?

- Whose name is it registered under?
- It's fake.

[sighs]

Did you check the chassis number?

Chassis number?

Oh. [clears throat]

[beeps]

BDU. Come in, BDU.

- Who's at the scooter?
- Chirayu.

Chirayu, come in.

[in Marathi] I need the chassis number.

What the fuck?

Do I look like an
auto mechanic to you?

Please, just check it.

It'll blast, fuck off!

Dumbass.

[camera clicks]

Write down the chassis number.

There is no chassis number.
It's a stolen vehicle.

[sighs]

Not available.

Did you check the CCTV footage?

CCTV...

One minute.

[bomb beeping]

Chirayu, if there's any doubt,
abort the mission.

I repeat,

if you're not sure,
just abort the mission.

[beeping continues]

[breathing heavily]

[beeping continues]

[beeping stops]

[exhales]

- [applause]
- Fuck it!

- Give me a puff.
- [exhales]

[rapid beeping]

- [explosion]
- [people screaming]

[siren wailing]

[theme music playing]

I need the CCTV footage from
all the cameras in the area.

Yeah, 9:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m.

Yeah, I'll hold. Sure.

- Hey. Here you go.
- [phone ringing]

Latest code names and transcripts,
please keep them in the data base.

How did this happen?

How the hell did we miss this?

The PM is asking the NIA why
we could not stop this attack.

TASC was created to prevent such attacks!

So, what the fuck went wrong?

Sir, this doesn't seem to be
the work of a sleeper cell,

it looks like a lone wolf's job.

A solo operation, sir.

Otherwise, something would
have shown up on the radar.

We are investigating, sir.

Sir, we think this is a one-off attack.

You better be sure
this is no bigger than you say it is.

- Sir, I think it's not possible.
- Sir, I think it's possible.

I'm sorry, sir. But...

We need to
thoroughly investigate this, sir.

I need this report on the PM's desk,
tomorrow morning.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Sri, you guys can leave.

- Thank you, sir.
- Sharma, please sit down.

- And, Sri.
- Yes, sir?

I want you to ride with
me to the airport, please.

Of course, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

How the hell did we miss this?

We have all the infrastructure
in the world

and not even a single red flag!

Red flags only get raised
when the threat pattern is more than 50%.

None of the threat patterns reached 50%.

There's something called
human intelligence too.

How can we always fucking
depend on those electronic boxes!

Sri, I am on it.

Didn't the Doctor ask you to quit smoking?

Give me a puff.

We're barely halfway into the year
and we have already lost 42 lives.

Another such blast...

and the toll could reach a hundred.

[woman over PA] Dr. Chawla, please report
to the maternity ward, room number five.

Sir!

[beeps]

[Srikant] Hello, Doctor.
Srikant Tiwari, NIA.

- Any progress?
- [Doctor] No progress.

We don't know when he will
come out of coma, or if he ever will.

But we're keeping his vitals stable
so that he stays alive.

[heart monitor beeping]

I'm not hungry.

You'll recover only when you eat.

No use taking medicines
on an empty stomach.

It's up to you.

- [chuckles]
- Uh...

Just like my Hindi.

- [chuckles]
- [scanner beeps]

Sir, what are you doing?

You are not allowed here.
Please wait outside.

You are disturbing the patient.

[whispers] I am from NIA.

- Oh.
- Yes.

It's okay, sister Mary.

- Mary.
- Nice meeting you.

Don't worry. I'll look after him.

- Okay.
- Yeah, yeah.

Bye, sister.

Moosa, my man! [chuckles] Living the life!

Enjoying a luxurious stay!

When people like me fall ill,

we have to stand in long queues
in government hospitals.

But they have blocked
an entire ward just for you.

[chair scraping]

Sir, can I ask you something?

Hmm.

Easy.

- Do you still regret it?
- Regret what?

That you couldn't see your mom
when she passed away.

[inhales]

Of course.

I regret it every single day.

[sniffles]

I want to meet my mom just once, sir.

Even I want that for you.

But the department will ask me
how you're helping us

and why I'm being so nice to you.

What will I say?

You help me. And I promise you,
that you will meet you mother.

That's my promise.

So, when did you join ISIS?

Three years ago,

I left Kasaragod.

Asif was...

already in Syria.

He arranged everything for me.

They had me handle their websites.

Websites?

Yes.

What did you think?

They can't even stand
the sight of Indians.

They treat us the same way you do.

Indian Muslims don't even
get proper work out there.

We get jobs like cleaning toilets,
sweeping and mopping.

If you're educated,
they put you on a computer.

Asif...

Sit, sit.

Take it easy.

I was tired, sir.

I just wanted to run away from that place.

That's when I came to know
that Asif was planning a mission in India.

I begged Asif to include me in it.

It was the only way to return to India.

Did Asif ever mention
anything about the mission?

Whenever I asked him,

he'd say that something
big was going to happen.

Something big?

Anything else? Jog your memory a bit.

No, he told me nothing else.

Try to recall.
What big thing was he referring to?

What difference does it make, sir?

Now that Asif and Abu are no more,
the mission won't happen, will it?

Asif is alive.

He's in a coma.

He can regain consciousness
at any moment.

And once he does...

You won't be needed anymore.

We will extract the information
from him one way or another.

That's why I'm telling you,
think it through but think fast.

Or else, tell me what to tell your mom
once you go to jail.

Hmm?

Let me know.

Sir?

I've quit.

- How are Suchi and the kids?
- They are...

They're good, sir.

I've trained you for three years.

I can tell when you're lying to me,
you know?

[chuckles]

It's nothing, sir.

It's just that Suchi thinks I should quit
and take up a private job.

She makes sense.

There's more money, security
and less risk in a private job.

But never forget why you chose this job.

Yes, sir.

When I was in Nagaland,

I almost lost my life in an IED attack.

My wife was exasperated.
She told me to leave this job.

I convinced her, after a lot of argument

that I would stop risking my life
and just do paperwork.

- What happened then, sir?
- What do you think?

She still thinks I do paperwork.

[chuckles]

It wasn't very difficult
to convince people back then.

In those days, there was neither
social media, nor many TV channels.

There was just one channel.

I have been in your position.

Somebody has to step up and do this job.

When the country is safe,

only then can our families be safe.

I have a lot of expectations from you.

[clarinet music playing]

[Suchitra] What did the doctor say?

Everything is fine.

Uh...

Care to elaborate?

You know what they always say.

The same damn thing, rephrased.

Don't stress, control your sugar,
eat less food...

I've given up sugar anyway.
I'll quit eating meat too.

Everything will be fine then.

What about smoking and drinking?

That's fine.

As long as it's in moderation.

That's what the Doctor said?

When do doctors
ever say anything straight?

Always beating around the bush.

But that's the gist of it.

Are you going to meet
Dhriti's principal tomorrow?

- Or, as usual, I have to...
- Hmm.

Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

[clarinet music playing]

What happened to the flute?

[clarinet playing continues]

[in Urdu] Major Sameer,

what's this we hear
about Mission Zulfiqar?

With such a dismal start,

how do we trust you
to fulfil the mission?

How confident are we about
the success of this mission?

Don't you think we should
look at some alternatives?

Your doubts are justified, gentlemen.

There have been a few hurdles.
But don't lose hope.

We are going to succeed in this mission.

We hope you're aware of
it's importance, Major.

Mission Zulfiqar is
not just important for us.

Our country and the future of its people

depends on its success.

There was a time when the very
mention of the Pakistani army

made Indians wet their pants.

But now Indians cross the border,

enter our homes
and carry out surgical strikes.

If things continue like this,

we'll not only lose Kashmir
but also Balochistan.

Gentlemen, it's time that
Pakistan gets the respect

that it has always
deserved in this world.

[Sameer] I'll not disappoint you.

Mission Zulfiqar will succeed
by hook or by crook.

Any news about our fighter?

He's in the hospital, sir.
But the good thing is

the Indians are clueless about our plan.

Faizan has suggested another fighter.

We have heard that he's a capable man.

Very good.

But he's just carried out
a scooter blast in Mumbai.

And now the Indian authorities
must be on his trail.

You don't need to worry about that, sir.

I'm monitoring their investigation.

I'll ensure they don't find our fighter.

Be careful, Sameer.

We can't afford to make
any mistakes at this stage.

Absolutely, sir!

A toast to
the Islamic Republic of Pakistan!

[all] Cheers!

Just watch,

they'll waste the week
on deciding the curriculum.

[Arvind] Correct.

They're not going to add anything.
It'll be the same outdated syllabus.

- Correct.
- I don't understand!

Everyone feels compelled
to give some input.

- [laughing]
- Stop laughing.

What do you care? You're happily leaving.

I didn't say a word.

Okay, listen.

I have thought about this a lot.

You've been doing this job
for nine years now,

and you're good at it. But you hate it.

I know this job gives you flexibility,
security, benefits,

even the pay scale is decent.

It has everything. Except for one thing.

Challenges.

You're the kind who thrives on challenges,
maybe you don't realize it.

- I'll be straightforward.
- Come on, Arvind.

Just leave this stupid job
and join our company.

You're getting a job
without even an interview.

What more do you want?

Are you done? I knew it,
you'll circle back to the same old topic.

- And you know it's not happening.
- But...

Let's go, I need to get to class.

- [students] Good morning, sir.
- [Suchitra] Good morning.

You know, don't you,

some of the students here
think that we're a thing?

- What?
- Yes.

- No!
- Yes.

[student giggles]

Really?

[in Marathi] Go on. Stop. Stop.

That's it.

We have to demolish all of this.

Right from here, all the way over there.

Excuse me. What's all this?

- Are you the principal?
- Yes.

[in Marathi] This is a notice for you.

We sent you a notice a while back
but there was no reply.

This structure is illegal,
we need to demolish it.

We did not receive any notice.
And, please, get rid of this bulldozer.

Look, madam. We're just following orders.

If you have a problem,
please call up the BMC Commissioner.

Let us do our job.
And please shut the gate.

We don't want the children
getting in the way.

- Ask them to close the gate.
- Wait, wait!

But, madam, we have orders.

- Hey, start the work.
- Good morning, ma'am.

Mr. Srikant, please. Not now.

What's happening here, buddy?

Can we do our work
or should we keep explaining ourselves?

Step aside! Take the vehicle ahead.

Come on. Tell me what's happening?

Mr. Srikant,
this does not concern you, please.

Ma'am, just let me talk to them.

What do you mean "talk to them"?

I know English too, all right?

- Let's get going.
- Mr. Srikant.

One second, ma'am. One second.

Haven't you got any manners?

What?

Don't mess with me.

I am being respectful. You do the same.

Oh, hello!

Shut that damn thing.
Or I'll come up there and thrash you.

- Shut it!
- [Sister Mary] Mr. Srikant.

Mr. Srikant, why are you...

Sister, please, I'll sort this chap out.

Didn't you hear me?
Shut the damn bulldozer down!

If I pick up my phone,
you'll be begging for forgiveness.

- Who are you?
- I am from the BMC.

Got it?

You want to call someone, go ahead.

Come on, do it!

These days, you fine some idiot
a hundred rupees

and they dial the Chief Minister's number!

Nothing's going to happen.

This is the BMC Commissioner's order.

Move aside! [in Marathi] Roll ahead!

Are you done here?

Who's your commissioner?

- Huh?
- Who's your commissioner?

- Mhatre, right?
- Yeah.

Do you know his full name?

[stammers]

- G.M. Mhatre.
- Yes.

[in Marathi] What's up, Mhatre?

[laughing]

[in Marathi] How are you?

Huh?

No, no. [laughs] I had just come
to my daughter's school.

[laughs]

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sorry, madam.

We didn't know that sir would...

They are telling us now that
it's a different school.

- Some other school?
- Yes.

Sorry, we had the order so...

- Thank you, sir.
- Okay.

Get the vehicle out!

[Sister Mary] Thank you, Mr. Srikant,
for saving our school.

There's no need to thank me, madam,
it's my duty to help.

What are you looking at? Apologize.

I am sorry, ma'am.

I'll take your leave now.

I just wanted to know how long
she will be suspended for.

Oh, no. I'm going to
revoke her suspension.

No, no. You don't need to do this, ma'am.

She should realize her mistake.

I think she's realized her mistake.

Dhriti, you're very lucky
to have a father like this.

You should learn from him.

- Now, can you excuse us for two minutes?
- Yes, sure.

- Mr. Srikant.
- Yes, ma'am.

- This is a tender age.
- Yes.

And there are lot of
bad influences around them.

You know, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes...

I hope my name didn't come up.

The principal did ask me.
But I told her it's my tablet.

You're safe.

And then the guy was like...

"Come on, sir. Move aside."
And the Principal was like,

"Mr. Srikant, just stay out of it."
And Dad was like, you know,

"Stay quiet, please.
Let me do the talking."

Listen up, musical prodigy!

Your sister's saying something important.

- I am listening... Kind of.
- "Kind of"!

And then, do you know what happened?

Papa said stop!

And called somebody
and gave him the phone.

Then, when he returned Papa's phone,
he said, "Sorry, sir. Sorry, madam."

Then he took the bulldozer and went away.

[chuckles]

Tell them what happened next.

Shouldn't you tell the whole story?

Pa, don't stretch it so much.

What do you mean?

Shouldn't you tell the story properly?

All that is fine.
Can she go to school from tomorrow?

Of course. No excuse.

Madam, hello.

After dinner,
set your schoolbag and uniform.

Don't look for your books
in the morning. Okay?

[mumbles]

You didn't blackmail them, did you?

- What do you mean?
- Well, you could have

dug up old records
and threatened the poor sister.

Is that what you think of your husband?

Don't act all innocent.

Don't I know how you get things done?

[chuckles]

- [sighs] Listen.
- Hmm.

- I wanted to discuss something with you.
- Tell me.

If I leave this job
and try something new...

I mean, [sighs] I've been at the same job
for nine years.

Suchi, people spend their entire lives
doing the same job.

[in Tamil] I cannot take it anymore.
I am tired.

Suchi, what's the problem?

It's a good job, you come home on time,

you are able to devote time
to the children, too.

What more do you want?

Is taking out time for the children
only my responsibility?

- That's not what I meant...
- Remember what we discussed,

that both of us will take time out

and we'll share their responsibility.

Do you think I don't want
to spend time with them?

You know the nature of my job.

What's the use of such a job
where you don't have time for family?

Suchi, why...

Sri, you had told me
that you'll leave this job.

And look for something where you won't be
slogging it out on the field.

I don't do anything field-related.

I just pass files around
in the office all day.

- You know what the problem is?
- What?

You expect me
to be very understanding about your job.

But when it comes to me,
you have no empathy!

Have you ever asked me
if I am happy with my job?

You know what? I've made up my mind.

I want to try something new. That's it.

I can't spend my whole life

giving the same damn lecture
year after year.

[phone chimes]

Sri.

Sri!

- Sri!
- It's urgent...

I'll have to run!

[phone chimes]

- What's the alert?
- I'm patching you in. Take a look.

There's a group on Facebook
called "Almighty's Army."

We have been monitoring it
for quite some time now.

They've been orange-flagged
sixteen times in six months.

We've been monitoring
three of the members closely.

Arshad Dalal,

Hussain Gudur and Riyaz Younis.

They work for a gaming company.

Initek Games.

[chimes]

All three of them
have been to Saudi for Hajj.

They also went to Dubai for four days.

Recently, Hussain applied
for a visa to Turkey.

- Turkey, the backdoor to Syria.
-You're right.

They were in constant touch
with the ISIS leads in Syria

through video conferencing.

[praying in Arabic]

[in Urdu] It is Allah's will
that we have the strength

to wage war against the infidels.

We are at war not with a single country...

[Pasha]The first voice is from Syria.

Voice-print analysis shows
that this voice belongs to

a known online recruiter from ISIS.

The second voice, in Urdu,
is from Pakistan.

And all three, Arshad, Hussain
and Riyaz, were on this call.

How's this connected to the blast?

This.

That's nothing new.
After the Kala Ghoda blast,

- many danced with joy.
- That may be so, sir.

But not before
the news made the headlines.

The news about the blast
broke out after an hour.

And there was no mention
of Kala Ghoda anywhere.

But Riyaz put up this post
just ten minutes after the blast.

Team meeting. Twenty minutes.

- Right.
- Okay, sir.

Run along.

What do you think?

Is this evidence enough to arrest them?

Sir, I think these three are plain stupid.

They must have been brainwashed
about the glory of jihad

and now they're running after jannat.

But I'm sure
these three knew about the plan.

And they can lead us
to the scooter-bomber.

Pasha, how much time do you need
to get your team ready?

Won't take long.

What's your plan?

The plan is to catch all three together
no matter what.

Because if one of them comes to know
that another has been caught,

we'll end up with only one.

So, we need all three in one place.

That has to be in their office.

Of course. Let's go and wish them all
a Happy New Year.

But we'll have to be very careful.

[Srikant] Yes, very careful.

This is the IT hub of the city.

We need to work very discreetly.

Unlike last time, we cannot rain bullets.

Sir, I am not a barbarian.

But if someone fires at my men,
should I bow down and hail them?

Who's asking you to do that?

- At least spare the civilians, will you?
- Okay, okay!

Is that possible?

- Yes, sir.
- That's fine then.

I don't want any commotion.

I want a simple in-and-out operation.

I don't want any media attention
on the case.

- Okay?
- Yes, sir.

I hope they don't know that
they are under surveillance.

- Not at all, sir.
- Okay.

Let's move on them tomorrow. Quietly.

- Co-ordinate well.
- Yes, definitely.

Let's go.

Hello.

I've left my wallet in the office, guys.

Tiwari!

Come, please.

CEO.

- Do you know him?
- Yes. He's our employee.

He's been working here for a year.

- Is there a problem, sir?
- Please swipe ahead.

This one too,
he was recruited six months ago.

Go on.

This one has been here for two years now.

- What's the matter, sir?
- Nothing.

We wanted to have a chat with all three.

Just co-operate with us
and everything will be fine.

Nobody should know we're here.

All right, sir.

Come, come. We're done with you.

Pasha!

The CEO will meet you
at the back entrance.

Good.

Let's go.

Good luck!

Is he supposed to be undercover?

Even if you dress this guy in a saree,
he'll still look like a fucking commando!

Guys, safeties off.

That's Arshad, he's in the sixth row
to the extreme right.

Riyaz is in the tenth row to the left.

And Hussain is in the central section
on the second-last row to the left.

He's running. Get him.

- [grunts]
- [men yelling]

Get him.

- [grunts]
- [thuds]

Where's Hussain?

[shushing]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone chimes]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

How could you assume
that the kids are just my responsibility?

Why are you taking me for granted?

Come on. That's not what I meant!

[Suchitra] Then what did you mean?

I'll understand
only if you explain yourself!

Why can't we have a proper conversation
like a normal couple for once?

Please, don't get your psychology
into this.

[Suchitra] How is this psychology?

I had started discussing
with you yesterday.

Your phone rang
and you left mid-conversation.

When you returned,
you did not say anything.

Suchi, try and understand my point.

[Suchitra] I know you'll think,
"Suchi keeps whining.

"If I ignore her, it'll be fine."

Suchi, I have to go.
I'll talk to you later.

- That's the bastard!
- Motherfucker.

Let's go!

Catch him, catch him!

Catch him!

What are you looking at, fucker?
Just catch him!

Run!

Catch him!

Catch him, don't let him go.

- Come with me.
- I will wait for you here.

Fucker! You want me to catch him
all by myself?

Step aside! Side!

Step aside! Side!

- [horns honking]
- Stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop! Stop, fucker!

Please, please, please stop!

- Please stop.
- Who the hell are you?

He's running away
after stealing my wife's mangalsutra!

Mangalsutra! Hop on.

My wife will divorce me!

[panting]

Run, fucker!

Let me see how far you can run.

If you stop, I'll kick your arse so hard
you'll scream when you shit.

Sorry, madam!

This is the only way to talk to them.

Otherwise, they don't give a damn!

Run!

What happened? You seem to be tired?

What's up? Tired?

Stop, stop, madam.

You mangalsutra thief!

- Give me the mangalsutra back.
-Mangalsutra?

You may leave, madam. Thank you so much.

- Don't spare him.
- Thank you, ma'am.

[wincing]

Who do you think you are?
Usain Bolt's nephew?

[Arabic music playing on speakers]

[phone chimes]

[music continues over speakers]

Tell me, who's your boss?

What boss? I don't know any boss.

The one who planted the scooter-bomb
at Kala Ghoda.

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

What do you know about
the scooter blast

that took place in Kala Ghoda?

Don't be so coy, darling.

You can't hide the truth for long.

Tell me,

or I'll shove my hand down your throat
and get it out.

Aren't you fed up of running?

Huh?

[phone vibrates]

Every time...

Oh, fuck! Pasha, keep an eye on him.

Whether this is good news or bad news,
I'm not quite certain, Srikant.

But a sleeper agent of RAW
from Balochistan has tipped us.

Something big is being planned.

Those three guys who were caught
in Kochi,

and the scooter-bomber
are involved in this.

We need to find out
what these guys are up to

and when they plan to pull it off.

This mission is called

Zulfiqar.

Okay, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Pasha, give me your pistol.

Why?

What do you mean why? Give it to me.

Trust me, I won't do anything.

Hussain, look, I'm a bit exhausted now.

Enough of this brotherly talk. Tell me.

What?

This is illegal.

- [gunshot fired]
- I don't give a fuck.

[screaming]

- Srikant!
- Hussain!

Riyaz!

- [whimpering]
- Are you serious?

Srikant!

Hussain!

[panting]

Get me out of here!

I'll tell you! I'll tell you!
I'll tell you everything!

[sobbing]

We never talk.

He always calls Arshad
and speaks only to him.

I only get messages.

What to pick up, where to drop it.
That's all.

He shares manuals
like how to make bombs,

how to escape from the cops.

How to avoid being traced
on the Internet and mobile phones,

all that sort of stuff, sir!

- Did you ever practice this? Hmm?
- No, sir.

He never meets us personally.

He always leaves something in a box.

We get a message
to collect something from the drop box.

We were talking about him yesterday.

Maybe he's a Pathan.

Maybe...

- We don't know.
- And?

I think he must be in his twenties.

Yeah, sir, definitely no more than 25.

Where's the drop box? Tell me quickly!

In front of Victoria College Hostel.

Sir, I think he studies
at Victoria College.

He stays in the hostel.

I'm telling you the truth.

We'll have to monitor the drop box.

Get it done.

By the way,

good job.

A gun was fired. Of course you liked it.

[chuckles]

Next time you fire, at least warn me.

Great!

Rambo here is a smoker!

Please, tell me you drink too.

Then we can down our past quarrels!

[all laughing]

[Jana Gana Mana playing]

Kareem, please don't create a scene.
Get up.

- Sit.
- Kareem, just get up.

Just sit down.

[man] Hey there! Get up!

He's not standing up!

The national anthem is playing! Get up!

There's no rule that says I must stand up.

There's no rule
to respect your parents either.

Everyone's standing up. Get up.

Our soldiers are dying on the border
and you can't even stand up.

The same soldiers who massacre
innocent children in Kashmir?

- What did you say?
- Stand up!

It's your national anthem, not mine.

Our national anthem?

- Are you from Pakistan?
- Hey, don't touch me.

[all clamoring]

[Kareen grunts]

Thanks.

Do you want me to come up?

Not now. I have some work to do.

Bye.

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