What's wrong?
He'll be fine.
Why did he give an injection to my dad?
He must be in pain.
My darling boy!
What's wrong?
-Come to me. -Go.
Come to me, my boy.
-Kittu, why are you crying? -You must be in pain.
You're crying because I'm in pain?
You know what?
Crying will only add to your dad’s pain.
-What will happen? -More pain.
So don't you cry.
You are my brave son.
Who are you?
-Your brave son. -Right! There you go!
A brave son! Tell your mom and say it loudly!
-A brave son! -Yeah!
That's more like my son.
Don't you ever cry.
You're my brave son.
No more crying, okay?
Dad, what's that?
Nothing.
I'll tell you later.
Let's go.
Dad, you wrote a letter for me.
Why are you blushing? Let me read it.
Why would I blush? You're too much!
-Show me. -No!
I won't read it in front of you.
That's amazing.
I won't read it in front of you.
-Show me. -No.
-Come on. -No!
Show me--
I know everything
Yet it all feels unfamiliar
Keeping my eyes wide open
I drift into a deep slumber
Drowned into tumultuous noises
I can only hear deafening silence
Bereft of all emotions
Broken, crumbled, shattered
All I can say is,
you should think this through.
I've thought it through, sir.
So…
Back to California?
I don't know.
I want to spend some time with my mom.
She'll decide where I'll work next.
I understand.
Go. Take care of your mother.
We'll take care of Mother India.
Thank you, sir.
NIRMALA
Here you go.
Are you okay?
And you?
Either me or the army.
If you leave for the SSB exam tomorrow…
Captain!
…you'll never see me alive again.
Broken, crumbled, shattered
What's this, Dad?
Nothing.
Broken, crumbled, shattered
Any news from headquarters?
No.
I hope you won't mind if I ask you something?
Sure, ask me.
Are you happy with your decision?
What decision?
To quit the army.
It's not about quitting the army,
it's about my current responsibilities.
I know.
You know what they say, right?
Once an army man, always an army man.
Bhavya, I am fine.
My dad never wanted me to join the army.
It's the only way to pay him final respects.
You still haven't read his letter, have you?
Broken, crumbled, shattered
You wrote a letter for me?
Something I wrote. I didn't say it to you…
And what about your responsibilities towards your father?
-I'll fulfil them when the time comes. -This is the time.
But you're running away.
Dear Kartik.
I haven’t spoken to you, or even called out to you,
in five years.
There were times when I'd feel uneasy
if I didn't speak to you even for five hours.
I hope God doesn't bless any father with such terrible five years.
I wouldn’t be so heartbroken
if my love for my son hadn’t clouded my judgment.
My son,
a father is akin to an evergreen tree
whose leaves and shadows,
whose fruits
are meant only for others.
I didn't realize
when I turned so selfish.
It feels like just yesterday you were little Kartik,
and now you’re Capt. Kartik Sharma in the Indian Army.
I could never come to terms with that.
Whatever I've learnt in my life,
I've learnt it all from books.
I wish…
there were a book on becoming an ideal father, written by a great Hindi author.
Even if there was one, I wouldn't have read it.
Probably too arrogant to think who could be better than me.
But my son,
I want you to write one.
A book about how to become a perfect father.
So that in future, no father in this world waits for five damn years
to express his feelings.
This is what ails the father-son relationships everywhere.
We only feel the love we have for each other.
But sometimes you have to express it.
I love you, son.
I wish you were before me now
and would hug me and say,
"I love you, Dad."
I made a mistake
and I've realized that now.
Sorry, my son.
Sorry for not understanding your dreams.
Sorry for not being with you when you needed me the most.
I blame myself more
for I tried to stop you from serving your country.
Please forgive me, my son.
I don't have words to express
the pride I feel to say
that my son is in the Indian Army.
Captain,
I want you to promise me something.
You've always been a school topper,
so I want you to be a top patriot and an army man.
You have to become the greatest soldier of this nation.
You're a captain now, but that's not enough for me.
Climb every rank. Major, colonel, brigadier and one day, even an army chief.
I was wrong.
There is no responsibility bigger than your responsibility towards your country.
Patriotism is the life and soul of every Indian.
My son,
remember these beautiful lines penned by Makhanlal Chaturvedi.
I don't desire adorn a maiden's jewelry
I don't desire to dwell In the garland Of young lovers luring them with my charm
I don't desire to be placed on The mortal remains of monarchs
I don't desire to be placed As the crown of Gods
And take pride in my luck
Pluck me gently, oh gardener
And cast me on the path
Which would be trodden on By the brave soldiers
On their way to sacrifice themselves For my country
MY DEAR FATHER
He's the guy, sir.
He was with you?
Yes, sir.
Hamza.
-His name is Hamza. -No.
His name is Sadiq Ahmed.
No one in this room can guess his current name and identity.
He hails from Madhubani, Bihar.
He said he was from Kashmir
and his entire family is from Baramulla…
-His Kashmiri accent was impeccable. -French.
German, Arabic,
Bengali, Akhomiya.
He's fluent in all these languages.
An alumni of DU.
Then he got a job in Qatar
and that's where the ISI recruited him.
I was a math teacher from Baramulla.
Do you know who was that kid?
Your government sends you to Kashmir to die.
Sikh, Gorkha, Maratha. They have nothing to do with Kashmir.
I know what it feels like to lose a father.
He's caused a lot of mayhem.
We've been chasing him for ten years.
We gave them 24 hours.
There was one more guy with him.
Masood.
He was playing the bad cop while this guy was playing the good cop.
You didn't see his face?
No, sir.
He'd always put on a mask.
But I can never forget his eyes.
-Mind your tongue. -Even his voice.
Before taking me to POK, they changed their hideout twice.
They must've reached the POK through a drain.
Kartik, do you remember anything else?
Sir, I remember that they put me in a wooden box.
They must've transported me.
I still remember the smell of the wood.
The opposition party has slammed the ruling government
and criticized their lust for power.
It's been a month since the Kashmir terror attack,
but unlike it was promised
none of our martyrs have been avenged yet.
As per our sources,
the army has no clues regarding this attack.
So, what's the plan of action?
We've got strong leads through Kartik.
Any leads about the ISI and Pakistani army handlers?
I'm trying my best, I'll definitely find some leads.
I want Indian passports for my wife and two kids.
Ashraf, make reasonable demands.
I've been working for you for ten years, Jaggi.
The Indian government should give me a medal.
You're living in Europe. What else do you want?
But my family is still in Pakistan and my cover
can be blown anytime.
There's a handler in the Pakistani Army.
Just tell me his name
and I'll send your entire family as immigrants to the US.
I'm trying to find out.
Send me more money.
I have to bribe so many people.
I'll send it to your UK account.
Yes, Javed?
Are you in Karachi or left for Dubai?
Fire of passion!
Fire of passion courses through my veins
It's a sketch, not a photo. Look for a possible match.
Fire of passion!
Fire of passion courses through my veins
No matter where the enemies hide
They can't get away from us
We'll burst upon them like storm clouds!
No matter where the enemies hide
They can't get away from us
We'll crush them like mighty mountains!
PRIME MINISTER CANCELS HIS FOREIGN TOUR
David.
Trace this number.
Fight and strike
Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
How's it going?
-No, sir. -Sure?
-No. -Nothing?
Remember?
Chaitanya, next.
Please, two more weeks, sir.
My ass is on the line.
-Next? -No, sir.
Next.
-Show me your wounds. -Here's one.
How's the investigation going?
Next.
Anything, Kartik?
Israel has killed 20 terrorists
in response to the terror attack
that took place in Jaffa two days ago.
Israel's actions make it amply clear that
it will not tolerate terror activities.
Are we expecting anyone else?
No, sir.
Is there any other room with men better than us?
No, sir.
-Jaggi. -No, sir.
Then why the hell is this room hell-bent at proving
that we're a bunch of incompetent buffoons?
Next Tuesday, I'm not calling a meeting.
I'm sending you letters.
Is that understood?
-Is that understood? -Sir.
You may leave.
Jai Hind, sir.
Is this a recent one?
I have a plan, sir.
We're going to raid his father's house.
We've been ordered to arrest him as well.
This is just in.
The NIA has raided 19 locations in Bengal.
The raid is carried out in regards to the illegal intrusion
that was originating from Bangladesh and Burma.
One of the rogue political leaders, Mr. Shamshudin Ansari has been arrested
and the hunt is still on for his son, Jalalludin Ansari.
Let's make sure that we convert these leads into results.
-Peace be upon you, Moin bhai. -Peace be upon you too.
Where are you?
I came to Bangladesh two days ago to meet Sana.
Stay holed up there. Things are getting worse here.
Please let me come to Pakistan.
Pakistan? Why?
The last meal I had was two nights ago.
Moron! Bangladesh to Pakistan just for a meal?
Are you out of your mind?
Just send me the money.
Send where?
All your accounts have been frozen!
Use Sana's account.
Jalal, listen to me very carefully.
We're in a precarious situation.
Just stay where you are and lie low.
Sir, we need more time.
-Hello, Mom. -Dear, is everything okay with you?
Everything is fine.
I just woke up.
I see. Did you have breakfast?
Sure, I'll rustle up something.
Kittu, when are you coming home?
Mom, I'll be home soon.
-Okay. -You just keep assuring me,
but never do it.
It's been eight months.
Take some time off and come home.
Okay, Mom.
Kittu, is everything okay?
Everything's okay.
Sure?
Kittu?
Nothing's okay.
I feel like a complete loser and a failure.
Just flailing in the dark without a ray of light.
Don't sound so pessimistic.
You're my brave son.
You'll be a failure only if you stop trying.
You're trying, aren't you?
You're working hard?
Right?
Don't let the results dictate you as a failure.
Results depend on a lot of factors.
Right place, right time, right things.
Only when all these align,
you get right results.
Maybe you aren't looking in the right places.
Right?
Calm down and go over your problem with a fresh mind
and I bet you'll get good results.
Right?
-Mom, I'll call you back. -Okay.
Still remember the smell of the wood.
-Yes. -All those planks up there?
It's been repaired right here.
It was made here. We order wood from outside.
-Are you sure? -Of course. Why would I lie?
Never seen this before.
-Sure. -Yes, sir.
Rice.
Cigarette?
I don't have change, sir.
Take this instead.
Since when did you start selling these?
Well…
I wouldn't sell them earlier.
A kid got it from out of town.
Since then they're favorite among the local kids.
I order them from Dehradun.
I'm from Begumpet, just taking my boy to the hospital
to get him checked by a doctor.
Do you like chocolate?
Who was the first kid to buy it?
Rafiq.
He lives in a nearby village.
Where exactly?
Just nearby. His mom comes here every day
and buy stuff.
Just yesterday she bought something on credit.
I won't give it to you. I'll play with my friends.
You're not my friend, so I won't play with you.
This is my ball. I won't give it to you.
-Stop fighting. Eat now. -I won't give you.
Where is your husband?
I'll have six more sons
and then give them up for the movement.
Ma'am, he offered me 10,000 rupees.
Where is he now?
There is a woman…
and her husband goes to Bihar to sell shawls.
He meets the shawl seller.
When does he come here?
Sir?
You…
How would I know where he is?
I've seen him for the first time.
I only deliver ration.
Who is your handler?
I know him only by his voice.
I've never seen him.
Sir, if they find out,
they'll kill me.
You'll deliver this consignment like you usually do.
No smart moves.
Remember,
we'll be watching you all the time.
Don't try anything stupid.
Let's go.
Sir, we are in.
We're in their camp.
Hey!
What's wrong?
What just happened?
I'm trying. I don't know what happened.
Connect me to Death right now.
Before you kill them, you must scare them.
Look into their eyes and single out the scared one.
Keep him in the front when you make a video.
All right.
I can see a glimpse of fear in his eyes.
Poor guy.
Are you scared?
Scumbag.
I'm a Maratha.
One Maratha is equal
to a lakh Maratha.
Masood, finish them off quickly.
Make a video and send it to me.
Okay?
I have to send it to someone.
Okay, bhaijaan.
Hey, don't move.
I can smell a fox.
A fox?
Bhaijaan.
Not a fox.
We are lions, you scumbag.
Give it…
to your boss.
Dear God!
Bhaijaan.
Who is it?
No one.
Bhaijaan?
Agent Death.
Squad down!
Indian Army is not a job.
It's a responsibility
towards your nation,
your uniform and your regiment.
It humbles even the strongest men.
Chest No. 80!
-Hello. -Yes, Masood?
Bhaijaan, we have…
Is the video ready?
Hamza.
Run.
Run away as far as you can.
But don't you dare to die.
Even if you die,
I'll dig your filthy body out of your grave,
bring you back to life
and then I'll kill you.
One more thing.
I'm bringing your thug's eyes with me.
Just let me know
if you can see fear in his eyes.
Sir! Sir, please take me!
-Sir! Sir! -Dad!
The other day, you ducked
so I missed my shot.
You would've died that day, not your father!
-Show me. -No.
-Come on! -No.
-Come on. -Forget it.
No…
Sir! Sir, please take me!
This is…
I don't desire to adorn a maiden's jewelry
I don't desire to dwell in the garland Of young lovers luring them with my charm
I don't desire to be placed on The mortal remains of monarchs
I don't desire to be placed as the crown Of gods and take pride in my luck
Pluck me gently, oh gardener
And cast me on the path
Which would be trodden on By the brave soldiers
On their way to sacrifice themselves For my country