“O countrymen…” “do not ever sell your nation” “Do not sell this land;
do not sell its skies” “Martyrs have laid down
their lives for the country” “Do not heap disgrace
on their shrouds” “We lay down our lives,
O friends…” “so that our India
continues to live on” “We lived, we died,
for this nation…” “for this paradise…
so that it may forever blossom” “O friends…” “Treat friends
like friends” “Treat your enemies,
as you ought to treat enemies” “What is the life
of a coward?” “The nation exhorts you; it’s land
and it’s skies appeal to you” “To the country,
dedicate your youth” “Dedicate your lives
to the nation” “We have made so many legends…” “it’s upto you to write
the rest of the golden chapters” Long live, Mother India! Bad news, Wasimbhai. India has
won the war in Kargil. No… we won’t let India off
so easily. Against the arrogant Indians… we will continue our holy war. Long live, Mother India! Long live, Mother India! To you Motherland,
we salute Long live the holy war! We have been defeated
by India so many times. That’s because we have engaged
in the war head on. We can’t defeat India in a war. We must find a new way. We have till now dealt
many body blows on India. We will now attack its
heart and it’s soul. We will pull out the brains
of those who think for India. We will pluck out the eyes of those
who have dreams for India. We will cut the tongues of those
who speak up for India. I declare today… we will wipe out India from the
face of the earth very soon. God Willing! Wasim Khan is wanted in
48 countries around the world. Interpol has placed
a reward on his head. He had a hand in all the riots
and bomb blasts… that took place in the country
for the last many years. He was the mastermind
behind the hijacking… of the Indian Airlines aircraft
VTED W300. As per our information,
he is now in Maharashtra. That’s why we’ve invited top most
police officer from Maharashtra. Mr. Surya Pratap Singh. We must arrest Wasim
Khan immediately. At any cost. But remember one thing. He has the backing of many
influential people in our country. They’re his guardians. And that might
cause some problems and pressure. But let there be
no hesitation at all. Sir.. lf Wasim Khan is really
in Maharashtra, rest assured… He’s game is over. He will soon be in our custody. This is my guarantee, sir. Wish you all the best.
– Thank you very much. The police have got to know
that you’re in Maharashtra. So I’ve made arrangements
for a safe escape. Hurry up. We have very little time. Come on. Shocked, aren’t you?
He’s not Wasim Khan. He’s Allah Baksh. My look-alike. Duplicate. It isn’t just easy for me to send
the cops on a wild goose chase. I could very well make them
dance on my little finger. C’mon, let’s go. Come. Good luck.
– Thank you, Sanjay. All the best. Police! – Catch them! You are under arrest. Oh no! Control room. C’mon, come on guys.
Everything is ready? Yes sir. You’ll be sent out
of India on a speedboat very soon. Pull! Namaste. The News. The dreaded terrorist Wasim Khan,
being hunted all over the world… ..was arrested in Mumbai today. The daring feat was achieved… ..by deputy Commissioner of Police,
Rajshekhar Azad. Without caring for his life, he
gave a long chase to Wasim Khan… ..and eventually arrested him. The Chief Minister of Maharashtra
praised Mr Azad and said… it was a matter of pride that
officers like him were in the state. Many senior officers
congratulated Mr Azad. Thank you. Surprising.
The school hasn’t yet shut down. Kids, where is your mummy? A for.
– Angry. M for.
– Mom. J for.
– Jewelry shop. N for.
– Nine o’ clock. W for.
– Waiting. Oh God! I’m dead. Your Mummy… It’s 12 o’clock! She’s waiting
for me at the Jewelry Shop. Papa, you’re in deep trouble. Sir, who is this lady
that you’re scared of? I am nothing. The one Bombay
is scared of, is scared of her. Is she the wife of a hoodlum? She’s the wife of the Pop of them
all. DCP Ram Shekhar Azad’s wife. What? He had given her the time, but hasn’t
turned up. lf he doesn’t come soon… Only God and she know
what will happen to our shop. No… He’s here. Save me and my shop.
I’ve built it with great effort. Nothing will happen to it. Mustache Singh. Yes, sir. Mustache Singh. Yes sir?
– Give this to madam. Sir, don’t land me in trouble. Either this or your job is in danger.
– I am frightened. So am I. It’s a matter of
my job too. Please give it to her. Yes, sir. Madam, sir has given this. Yes. Anju darling, I’m sorry. Your anger is justified.
This is no way to behave. Reaching at 12 for a 9 o’clock
appointment. I should be punished. But it would be
dishonourable in public. Let’s go home. I’ll willingly
accept the punishment. Shall we…? Sir… our shop.
We’ve lost our lives! Oh my God! What happened?
Such a huge plaster! I…
– You did? No… the hospital.
That is why I got late. Oh my God! Let’s finish shopping.
– To hell with it! Tell me how and when this happened.
– To blazes with that. Let’s go shop. No, I don’t want to buy anything!
Let’s go home. Go on. I’ll send you everything home.
I’ll send all the ornaments over. Go on. You don’t understand.
I have to shop now. I said, I don’t want to shop!
Let’s go home. You won’t be angry?
– No, let’s go. Chasing the thief… I hurt my foot. Normal for us cops. Easy.
– I told you where…there… The jewelry shop
– I made you wait at the jewelry shop. It’s okay.
– I am sorry about that. Why is your foot in plaster? Accident. When did it occur?
– Just now. What time? – Quiet. Quiet. Can’t you see Papa is hurt?
And you’re interrogating him? Come. Gently… These kids! Have you no shame? Careful…Sit down. Keep here. Give me. But Mom, Papa…
– Enough. No more questions. Go to bed. Don’t bother Papa. Go. – Come on. Papa is in pain. Go on, babies.
– But he wasn’t hurt earlier. What happened? What…?
– A cup of tea. I’ll get it. Don’t trouble Papa. Come here. Both of you come here. You grill me like cops. Your Mummy is better than you.
So easy to convince. But you’re lying.
– Yes. It’s bad to lie.
– I know. But this is something else. What?
– I can’t explain to you. Now go to bed.
– How can we go just like that? Where’s our bribe?
– Pay up time? Take it. Good night!
– Good night. Good night! Good night!
– Bye, bye. Bye. I don’t know where
he breaks his leg…! Thank God! Thank God you saved me
in the nick of time. Else like your leg, mine too….
– I am always bang on time. That is why I am a DCP
I got you, too. Come on… Isn’t your leg hurting?
– My leg? Yes. Hey! “Royal style…
Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “Royal style…” “Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “Mummy of Chunnu and Raju,
You are beyond compare” “Beloved, don’t be mad at me” “Romance or flirt with me” “Don’t break my heart” “Who will you flirt with?” “Royal style…”
“Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “Mummy of Chunnu and Raju,
You are beyond compare” “Oh my dearest, I admit…” “I’m in the habit of being late” “Don’t follow me” “I won’t forgive you, no way” “Please forgive me.
My heart and soul is yours” “I am nothing without you
You hold the key to my heart” “Royal style…”
“Regal mannerism” “Regal mannerism” “Royal style” “Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “I love you so much” “Everyone is aware of that” “Tell me, what will you do
with them if I am no more?” “My sweetheart, I admit
I have hurt you” “I will apologies at home.
Don’t malign me in public” “Royal style…”
“Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “You make 100 promises
but keep just one” “My anger is justified” “You do get angry…
but you’re forgiving.” “You are great, my love” “Stop faking” “How long will you torment me?” “Till you forgive me. Spare
a thought for the romantic weather” “Royal style” “Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “Royal style” “Regal mannerism” “You are beyond compare” “Mummy of Chunnu and Raju,
You are beyond compare” Greetings!
– Greeting, brother. Distribute this to Rahim
and his friends. We’re doing great business today.
And to ask for anything he needs. Okay. Help! Help! Help! Hey! Who are you?
Why are you troubling her? Get out of here!
– Hey! Let’s see what’s up.
– Yeah. How dare you! Let go of me!
– Rahim. Manoj. Vivek. Somebody is thrashing brother!
Hurry! Hello control room. You! Hey! You hit my brother. Arrest him. Come on. Take him.
– Get up. Sir. Bullying around, eh? Let me talk. Sir, listen to me. Sir! Let me go!
Listen to me. Youngsters these days don’t
have money in their wallets. Instead they carry pictures of
their girl friend or film stars. lf it’s a cultured person, he
carries a picture of his parents. But my picture in this…?
I don’t get it. Sir… Every life has a purpose. An aspiring politician carries
Nehru or Shastri’s picture. A social worker will
carry Mother Teresa’s. A scientist will have a picture
of Bharat Ratna, Abdul Kalam. You are our ideal, our model. We want to be police officers
like you. So we have your picture. It’s not just us, every
youngster of our nation… aspiring to be a police officer…
you are their ideal. We’ve never met you.
But you mean the world to us. Sir.. You are the torch of hope for them. All of them want to
join the police force This…is my younger
brother, Rahim. That’s Balwinder, Vivek and Manoj. Look at their faces.
Glowing at meeting you. I love them more than my brothers. Those who want to become something,
do something in life… and carve their own path..
I always support such men. All of you will succeed in your
mission. You have my blessings. Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! Move aside. Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! – Greetings! Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! Greetings! I’m Veer Bahadur Singh. This name is not known much here.
But it is widely known in UP. I don’t have to take permission
from the police there… to take out a rally
or have a meeting. lf my boys stick a poster… the IG, DIG come running to
my house with folded arms. That is my glory. Last year, a cop spoke
rudely to one of my boys. I got 15 buses burnt over it.
And instigated a riot. You must have read
it in the papers. Here’s more. My younger brother
teased a girl a little. She was moving around
as if she were Madhuri Dixit. Young blood,
so he got carried away. The girl slapped
my brother on the face. Do you what I did? First I paraded her nude
in the market-place. Then I set her on fire. Nobody uttered a word.
That is my power. lf I stand at a place for
2 minutes, a meeting begins. lf I walk away,
the procession follows. lf I lie down,
there will be strikes. You must be thinking, if I’m doing
so well there, why have I come here? You seem like a honest, simple man.
So I’ll tell you. I want to make my regional party
a national one. Politics rules from Delhi.
Till we have a couple of MPs… How will we get the suitcase? And till the suitcase
is filled with cash… what’s the point
in dabbling in politics? That’s why I have come here to improve
the prospects of my party and myself. I’ll instigate strikes here. Take
out processions, smash things up. Only then will the public here
notice us. Do you follow? Let me make one thing clear. My meetings have more
of my own men than public. And my instructions to them are if
anybody moves around, create a scene. That is why send as
many cops as you can. Not for my protection.
For the public protection. And… send cops in full pants. Don’t send women cops. Perhaps their beauty.. I don’t want the permission… How long since we gained independence?
– I don’t know. Languages spoken in India? How many?
– No idea. What’s the population of our country?
– I don’t know. What is our national song?
– I…don’t know. When you don’t know the
history of this country… its geography and culture,
you call yourself a leader? Meetings begin if you stand up, eh? You walk, and a procession follows? Strikes are announced
if you lie down? Is that so? You are not at fault.
The day you raised this hand… in the name of caste or religion… had a police officer chopped
off this hand on that day… you wouldn’t have dared stomp into
the police commissioner’s office! What did you say? Don’t send women police?
Their smooth cheeks… Sign it.
– But it is blank. Yes, we’ll write…
I, Veer Bahadur Singh… am a thief and a murderer. I have
burnt buses and instigated riots. I set a girl on fire.
I admit to all these crimes. Sign it.
– Forgive me. After today, if I see any politician
like yourself in my office.. I will chop the legs off. Mustache Singh. Yes, sir. I send off my guests with honour. Place your hand on my shoulder. Your hand! Smile…smile! Let’s go. You’re such a great leader while
I’m a mere police commissioner. I served you all
I could with my hands. lf my hospitality was lacking, do
be sure to drop in again. Smile. Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! Long live…
– Veer Bahadur Singh! The job is done. Please leave. Long live..
– Jairam. Long live..
– Jairam. Mr. Veer Bahadur Singh! I am honoured to meet you. Good day. Is all well? Yes. Like yourself, I’ve come from Bihar
to Maharashtra to set up my party. Rally or procession begins tomorrow.
I’ve come to take permission. – Yes. Did you too come here for the same?
– Yes. Got it? No problem if you haven’t,
I’ll get it for you. I’ve got it.
– And why won’t we get it? We’re great leaders. Will a mere
commissioner not give us permission? He will.
– He will have to. lf he won’t,
I’ll teach him a lesson! Teach him a lesson? Yes. What do you think of me? Many commissioners like him came
and went. But Jairam continues. You guys wait. I’ll go in
and return in a moment. Go on. Your name is Jairam, no?
Today you will meet your end. What are you doing? Please don’t. I am such a famous leader! Look, I don’t want any permission. Hand on my shoulder.
– Pardon…? Do it! Smile. Smile! Let’s go. You are a leader of the country. I’m a mere police commissioner
at your service. lf you ever you need to
recall a lesson, do come over. Come on. The public is waiting for you. Taught the lesson?
– Taught and vomited it out too. And what about you? Sir, we’ve tried every trick. We haven’t got any clue or
information from Wasim Khan. That is why, we are of the opinion
that this case be handed over… to the investigation Bureau. No, no. Sorry. The police of the world
couldn’t arrest him. Who arrested that Wasim Khan? An officer of the
Maharashtra Police. This is a matter of honour for us. Now only because we can’t
get him to confess… we should hand
this case to the CBI? Have you ever thought what humiliation
it’ll bring to our department? No, this case won’t be
handed over to the CBI. An efficient officer from our
department will handle it. Why don’t we give this case to the
officer who arrested Wasim Khan… and brought honour to us?
– Absolutely. Who could be better than DCP Azad?
He has forced many to confess. Mr Azad, what have you to say? I am willing to take this case. But
I must lay down some conditions. Conditions?
– We imprison criminals… to reform them.
But this doesn’t happen. All prisons have become their dens. They run their kingdoms
using cellular phones. We can’t interrogate
Wasim Khan in such jails. I want a special
cell for Wasim Khan. Only officers selected by me
will be appointed to it. Okay. Go ahead. Thank you, sir. Shinde.
– Yes. The DCP is on his way. Is everything is ready? Okay. Good morning, sir.
– Good morning. How are you?
– Fine. Thanks for selecting me. Please. Sir, take a look. Just as you desired
all arrangements have been made. The most senior of officer cannot
enter without your permission. Look. there are
close circuit cameras all around. We can view every inch of the cell.
Specially Wasim Khan. Sir, come along. Nobody can step ahead of here.
Except you. Right, sir. The weapons given to you
are for his protection. He should not be
hurt because of you. Is that right?
– Yes, sir. Mr. Patil.
– Yes, sir. He is very smart.
He will try to instigate you. Make you lose your temper,
but keep your cool. You had chopped the arms of
the Dadar hood in a fit of rage. Don’t repeat that mistake. Sir, I’ll be carefully this time. To your places. You, too. Welcome DCP Rajshekhar Azad.
Welcome. You’ve made great arrangements.
But it won’t help. You’re wasting government money.
Special officers… a special cell… tight security… all a waste. Total waste. You can’t get any clue or evidence
out of me. Not now, not ever. Because your power ends
with these bars. But you can’t imagine how
far reaching my powers are. Past tense, sorry. Now you are
restricted only to this place. And the rest of your life, the little
that is left, you’ll spend it here. You’re a mere cop not the
PM or President that.. your whims will be pandered to. But I can do as I please. Because
I have man power, money power. I can leave this place
whenever I wish. Wasim Khan. This isn’t your aunt’s house. where
you leave or enter when you please. Forget getting out of here, you
can’t take a breath without my wish. I can.. I can do as I please! Right here, in front of your eyes,
I can ruin your country! Because there’s no dearth of men
from your country who will… sell themselves and
their nation for money! There are also those who will
sacrifice themselves for their nation! Even if we don’t
get 2 meals a day.. no clothes to wear, nor
a roof over our heads.. we risk our lives for
the honour of our country. We’ve proved this to you many times!
In 65! 71 ! And also in Kargil! Have you forgotten? We’ve forgotten nothing. Every wound is still fresh. That is why we’ve decided
not to fight you on the borders. We’ll get in and
divide Hindustan to bits! Hey!!
– Hey! You are alive because
you are in my custody. We know how to shake hands
as well as rip it out. We worship Gandhiji
and Chandra Shekhar Azad! I too first talk with love.
Then I use my weapon. How would you like to understand?
Make up your mind. Our names aren’t in this list. Rahim. Let’s go out. I don’t understand..
– What could the problem be? Can’t be get recruited?
– Why not? Move aside. Sir, sir, sir. Sir, we fared well in the test.
– Chest, height, everything perfect. We scored the highest in
High Jump and Long Jump. Our names aren’t in this list.
– Your computer could be faulty. Nothing wrong with the computer.
The entire system is wrong. The list that you see,
the senior officers made it. Obviously they will write the names
of their own men, not of strangers. Take my advice. Don’t waste time for
this job. Look for something else. Go. But sir…
Listen. But.. Didn’t I tell you,
I can do anything? Watch how I send
my message to my men. Oh my god! Hello. Sir, Shinde here.
Wasim Khan is beating up Patil. What? – Yes sir. Oh God! Don’t hurt Wasim Khan.
I’m on my way. Come on. He had taken his dinner.
All of a sudden, Khan attacked. Don’t worry.
Everything will be fine. Take him to the hospital. He’ll come conscious
around in 2 hours. For check up. Okay. Read. Protest against inflation! Azad. DCP Rajshekhar Azad. Didn’t I say, I could do anything? It’s only about a
month since my arrest. But I planned this thing just a
few days ago. Just a few days ago. In a short while, my men
will be participating. Then slogans will
turn into screams. Sitting in your special cell,
I will murder thousands. You’re a valiant officer, aren’t
you? Save these lives if you can. Sir, there’s rioting in Jogeshwari. Let’s go. Control room? DCP Azad here. Send the ambulance and fire
brigade to Jogeshwari immediately. Tell the men it’s a planned riot.
So there should be no lathi-charge. They should somehow
try to calm the public. DCP Rajshekhar Azad. Speaking.
– Before beating up Wasim Khan… won’t you like to know who he is? Despite being imprisoned, how
did he organise the procession… followed by the riot?
lf you wish to find out… meet me at Sassoon Dock
at 11 tonight. All right. Did you talk to me on the phone?
– Yes. I asked you to come here. You know about Wasim Khan…? Yes, Wasim Khan is
not just a terrorist… he’s part of a powerful
international racket. We can keep him in custody.
Not in our control. Nobody can control him. My problems have multiplied
since you arrested him. lf you take any severe steps
against him… it will snowball into
an international issue. It will be dangerous keeping him
in custody for long. So he must be safely sent out
of India as soon as possible. What? Have you any idea of
what you’re saying? Call me Sir. Sorry, sir. Sir. You know Wasim Khan very well. He was behind the
riots in Jogeshwari. He did it despite
being in my custody. Many innocent lives
were lost because of him. And you want me to release him?
No, sir. I won’t release him alive. I’ll kill him. Only his corpse will
leave the country. Only his corpse. Riots keep taking place.
People keep dying. What’s the point
in getting emotional? You are a police officer. Behave like police officer. Sir.. Learn to ignore certain
things if you want to progress. When did you hear about the riots?
– This morning. I knew 2 days in advance.
– What…? You knew 2 days earlier?
– That’s not all. Wasim Khan was in Maharashtra
for the past 2 months. He was safe because of me. Nobody arrested him.
You made this mistake. A big mistake. Wasim Khan is very annoyed at this. But don’t worry.
I will make him understand. I know you love
Anjali and the kids. You won’t understand. They are
power players of a high grade. Don’t get involved. Arrange to
send Wasim Khan out safely. lf your conscience bothers you,
take a break with your family. I’ll organise everything. Bye. Listen… don’t be upset at news of the deaths
of the officers in your special cell. Because they have to die in order
for Wasim Khan to get out. “Be a friend to a friend” “Be an enemy to a foe” “Live not, die not like cowards” “The earth and the sky say…” “don’t break the heart
of your motherland” “Don’t spare the traitors” “You have to live for your nation” “Do your duty” Dispose off this body. I’ve been waiting for so long.
Come inside. What are you looking at?
Come on in. Sit. I have
to tell you something. I am so happy! One minute. Surprise. Here’s your favourite dish.
Take a quick bite. Do you know why? Read the paper. Director General of Police,
Mr Suryapratap honoured Papa has won the state award. You know… how much I love Papa. Yet I didn’t go to meet him.
I didn’t even call. Do you know why?
Because you’re his only son-in-law. lf we go to wish him together,
he will be very happy. I’ve even ordered
a special garland. Move aside! Papa. Papa. We’d given up hope of
becoming police officers. We could have turned to crime
out of depression. You saved us from turning into
criminals by accepting us. But we are confused.
We don’t understand you. You killed the DGP and
you’re cremating him. I am doing my duty.
– We don’t understand. I shot him because
I’m a son of this country. I am his son-in-law
so I am cremating him. You killed him because he was
hand in glove with Wasim Khan. Why is Wasim Khan alive?
– I can kill him anytime. But he’s not the real enemy. The real foes are those who are
weakening their own country. I never imagined
the DGP could do this. I wonder how many more
there are. I can get to them
only through Wasim Khan. That is why it is important
that Wasim Khan lives. Good morning DCP Rajshekhar Azad. Jogindar Singh. CBI officer. Please come in. Thank you. Don’t you feel the CBI is
more busy than the police? Earlier when there
would be some scam… Bofors or fodder scams…
then we’d be called in. But these days… don’t ask.
Match fixing, catch fixing… when a canal isn’t built,
the gutter isn’t dug… even the smallest case goes
to the investigation Bureau. I’m thinking of writing
to the Home Minister. To have CBI cells in place
of police stations in the villages What do you think? Forget it. I’m always cracking
jokes. Let me get to the point. The man who was murdered
wasn’t just your father-in-law. He was also the DGP. Tell me, any close relation of your
father-in-law or a close friend. You are funny. Generally officers
ask if the deceased had an enemy. And you ask about
friends and relatives. You are right. My method is different. Anyway,
whether it’s the nation or home… one is more at risk from
your own than strangers. He had nobody but us.
I was his only friend. Then did you kill him? I said, I’m always fooling around. Anyway, whoever murdered him
did it with intelligence. Obviously one needs
more intelligence to get to him. Intelligence isn’t
sold in the market. But we must try. I’ll now take leave. I’ll be coming frequently
till the murderer is found. I just wanted to introduce my self. Excuse me! Sir.. Look, don’t cry. I promise you I will find the
killer of your father very soon. Whoever he is, wherever he be,
I will find him. My Papa was a police officer.
My husband too is a police officer. lf the one who killed Papa,
kills my husband… Please do something fast.
I’m very scared. I will see you later. Anjali. The deed has been done. Don’t upset
yourself with these thoughts. Nothing will harm me. Wasim Khan. Hey, careful. Hello.. Iqbal Khan here.
– Go on. Wasim Khan hit Shinde
just as he beat Patil. What…? Take him to the hospital. Okay, sir. What’s wrong?
– Wasim Khan hit Shinde. There were riots in Jogeshwari
when he beat up Patil. Today he beat up Shinde.
I wonder if something… Officer, move. Hello sir. Hello, Rahim.
– Sir. Come to Wadia Hospital right away.
There’s a note in Shinde’s pocket. Follow the one who collects it,
wherever he takes it to. Call me if there’s any problem. Yes, sir. Remember, you have nothing
to do with the police. Okay?
– Yes, sir. “This is love” “A high of life” “No heart can escape love” “Everyone has to fall in love” “You have to lose your heart someday” “You have to fall in love” “This is love” “A high of life” “No heart can escape love” “Love is full of excitement” “Love is full of excitement” “There’s no fun
in turning down love” “Love is full of excitement” “There’s no fun
in turning down love” “No point in fighting,
love will win over you” “Even the agony
of love is acceptable” “Even the agony
of love is acceptable” “Love gives immense pleasure” “Even the agony
of love is acceptable” “Love gives immense pleasure” “Don’t sigh, fall in love” Catch him. Catch him. Yes, Rahim?
– They suspect me! They are after me. Where are you?
– Running from Parel towards Dadar. How far are you from them?
– About 100 feet. They will kill me! Don’t worry. Keep running.
I’ll look after everything. Okay, sir. Hello, Chitra theater. This is DCP Azad. DCP Azad, yes. There’s a bomb in your theater.
Vacate everybody immediately. Bomb…? Bomb! Run!! I won’t spare you! Are you all right?
– Yes. That was a great idea. Those guys would have killed me. Thank you, sir. The Imam of Jama Masjid is
arriving by the morning flight. There was talk of
killing him at the airport. The Imam? Why would they want to kill him? Inform me if you see any of them. Okay? Kamble. – Sir. No passenger should
go close to the Imam. – Okay. Sir.
– Listen. No VIP or VIP goes in till
he is thoroughly searched. Okay. Sir. Yes? All ready?
– Everything as you instructed. Tiwari is on Gate 1 .
Shanbag on Gate 2 and Sharma on 3. The flight touches down at 7
The Imam will be at Gate 1 at 7.15 I’ve arranged 150 special
commandos as you’d said. They will assemble outside
the airport at 7. They will be with us till the Imam
takes the evening flight to Delhi. May I ask something
if you don’t mind? So much security for an Imam? We didn’t have this much
security even for Bill Clinton. The Imam is here for a
Hindu-Muslim Unity meeting. We’ve got information
somebody wants to kill him. lf this happens, there will be
riots in Bombay and the entire nation. Thousands of people will be killed.
And I don’t want this to happen. That is the reason
for this security. Understood.
– Yes, sir. So be alert.
– Right, sir. There’s terrific security here. It appears as if DCP Azad
knows of our plan. That is why he has kept
chosen officers on alert. We’ll have to cancel the
plan to kill the Imam. lf the plan is canceled,
they will cancel our lives. You don’t worry. The Imam will die
at the hands of a cop. How? DCP Azad will call for a special
commando force for Imam’s security. Pose yourself as a commando
and gain entry. You can exit after the job is done.
I’ll be waiting for you right here. Attention, Flight IC 165
has arrived from Delhi. We have almost erased
terrorism from our country. But some serpents exist
that raise their hoods. Hence you and I
will have to be alert. One small mistake on our part… can lead to a big
problem for our country. What’s the tight security for?
Is the PM arriving? The security is for you. – For me? Yes, your life is in danger.
– What…? It’s not one man’s life at stake. Many innocents
can lose their lives. By the right. About turn. Let’s go inside. How did he identify the terrorist
amidst all these commandos? That’s why DCP Azad is special. What does About Turn mean?
– Turn around. Correct. But he had instructed
the commandos.. When I say About Turn, sit down.
The terrorist didn’t know this. He turned around and went up. Sir, welcome to Mumbai. I promise you, you won’t be hurt. Thank Allah. I am convinced.. as long as officers like
you exist in this country…. The conspiracy to split
Ram and Rahim will never succeed. Amen. Come along. Read it Smart man. You beat up my man,
plant a note in his pocket… so it reaches your guys
and they can kill the Imam. The Muslims will attack
the Hindus in retaliation… and it will spark off riots. But things haven’t unfolded
as you wanted them to. That which I want will happen now. Didn’t you say I’d find
no clue or trace of evidence? I have got my hands on evidence. I’ll first kill your men.
And then, I’ll kill you. Stop, stop stop. Go back a little. – Yes, sir. Stop here. Clear that, please. One minute. He’s the one I shot at
the airport the other day. Who’s that guy with him?
Zoom to him. Sure, sir. Francis? Bhai, DCP Azad’s headed here.
Let’s run. DCP Azad? Who sent you to the airport?
Tell me. Shankar Singhania Let there be peace… Great place. I love it. It’s a very old temple.
More than 100 years old. And look how beautiful it is.
No trace of ageing. I’m talking about the 500-acres
of land around the temple. Priests can talk about temples.
And I’m a businessman. I like this piece of
land and I want to have it. But the land belongs to the temple. Whether it belongs to the temple or
it belongs to me, it’s all the same In any case, God needs no land.
Man does. Move temples or idols…
I want this piece of land. Just tell me its worth including
your share of brokerage. Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know who
Shankar Singhania is? For your knowledge I’m telling you. He’s one the ten
richest men in India. The taxes he pays is equivalent
to Maharashtra’s monthly budget. Without his support, no party in
Maharashtra can form a government. You talk about Maharashtra?
lf Singhania wishes… he can topple the government
at the centre in 24 hours. Do you how much he
has done for this state? He has built innumerable hospitals,
schools and colleges. He has done something
for every community. Which is why people
worship him the way they do. Forget people, sir. Even we go
to him, whenever we face a problem. And he helps us without
a second thought. Do you know what it means… to accuse such a man of
being involved with terrorists? People will laugh at us!
They’ll say the cops have gone mad. Excuse me, sir. It’ll ruin the image
of the police department. What glorious image does the
department enjoy right now anyway? Only those with
respect can be defamed. We know what the public has
to say about the police department. We don’t enjoy a much better
reputation than the thugs. When someone picks
a poor man’s pocket… and he goes to a police
station to file a complaint… he’s treated as if
he were a criminal himself. When was your pocket picked?
What was the time then? What were you doing there?
How much money were you carrying? Where did you get
so much of money from? With silly questions like these,
you silence the poor man. He’s then asked to go fetch some
cold drinks and some cigarettes too. The poor man has to leave.
As soon as he goes… the officers talk about
the pick-pockets in that area. Pandu? No, he’s away in his village It must’ve been Raju.
And Raju is summoned… not to be arrested, but for
their share to be claimed from him. And that really does a lot for the
glorious image of our department. lf a poor man jumps a signal
in his hurry to reach the office… all hell breaks loose.
He’s asked to produce his licence. Is the headlight working?
Enough air in the tyres? Gas? You question him as if he
were trying to cross the border. And this strictness is
observed not for the law… it’s for one’s own pocket.
Whatever one can manage to squeeze. And that really brings
glory to our department. Smugglers, pimps and gangsters
are welcomed in police stations. They are given chairs to sit on.
That does so much for our glory. Crime is increasing by the day.
And we are responsible for it. lf pick-pockets have turned killers,
we are responsible for that! Smugglers of narcotics
are now running guns… and we are responsible for it! Brothel-keepers soon
start running the nation. And we are responsible for it! On the first day of every month,
we expect to be paid our salaries. But who pays us the money?
The Government? Ministers and public representatives?
No. It’s public money. The public we don’t
even courteously talk to. To protect the nation, the public
has sent soldiers to our borders. And to safeguard society,
it has chosen us. The soldiers are doing their duty.
And now about us…? When our soldiers were
being martyred in Kargil… the nation wept.
But when a policeman dies… people actually feel happy. They say it’s one corrupt man less. We must change the situation.
We must change our image. So people have a nice
word to say about us. And that isn’t happening
by building temples… or inscribing lofty
slogans in police stations. We will have to act. We will have to show the criminals
the power of this uniform. Be he a pick-pocket or a
richie-rich like Shankar Singhania! Only then will the public
feel a sense of attachment with us. And they will truly respect us. Okay, you can proceed. Thank you, sir. What were you guys doing there, duffer? Why didn’t you shoot Francis,
before he uttered Papa’s name? Before dawn, I’m going to kill him. He’s going to die at my hands!
– Sanjay. No, Papa! How dare that
ingrate utter your name? The poor will often always
use rich men’s names, my son. Don’t get upset. Everything will be all right.
Here’s what you will do. Go to the farmhouse
with your friends. But papa..
– C’mon go and enjoy yourself. Madhav. Yes, sir. Look after my son. Young blood. It boils very quickly. Take care of him. Okay, sir. Sir.. Please take my advise.
Go abroad for a few days. Azad will have cooled
down by then. – Wrong. He has honesty
running in his veins. His heart beats for his country. He will never cool off. No matter which corner
of the world I hide in… Azad will not give up following me.
The law and the courts… I have no regard for them.
I only care for my son. Azad must not eye my son Sanjay. Which is why I must face
him and not try to escape from him. Here’s what you will do.
Make an announcement that… I’m going to distribute clothes
and food-grains tomorrow morning. As soon as a crowd
assembles before my house… infiltrate the crowd with
about 50 of your armed men. As soon as Azad tries
to arrest me and leave… finish him. But remember… it must appear as if the mob
has lynched him in a fit of fury. The law will be
helpless after that. Because a mob has
no face and no name. You guys get it? You will
be part of the silent crowd. But if DCP Azad tries
to arrest Mr Singhania… attack him. Get it? – Yes. The DCP is here, sir.
– Show him in. Welcome, Azad. Namaskar. I knew you would be coming. But I didn’t expect you so soon. And I think my visit is overdue. I should’ve come here long ago. Azad, cooperate with me. Help me, and enjoy life. You must cooperate with
me by quietly leaving with me. As a guest of the government,
I’ll take good care of you. Perhaps you don’t know
that your senior officers… bow their heads
when they speak to me. And perhaps you don’t
know that Raj Shekhar Azad… bows his head only
to the National Tricolour. Things like this
are better uttered… by recruits who’ve
just got their uniforms. You’re a very senior officer.
You’ve been in the force for years. Please try to understand
what I’m saying. Be friends with me. The predator…
does not befriend his prey. You will prey on Shankar Singhania?
You are inviting your own death! Don’t you yell at me. Or
I’ll lay you out flat right here. Inspector.. Yes, sir. Move. Police Department, Down Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! Police Department, Down! Down! You’re fond of playing
the predator, aren’t you? What makes you stop? Walk forth. lf someone as much
as points a finger at me… my followers don’t spare him.
And you have handcuffed me. What will they do to you?
Think it over. Things haven’t yet
gotten out of hand. Undo the handcuffs and apologise
to me in their presence. I’ll reason with
them and calm them down. And you will be able to go home. Let him go. Even if we die,
we will not let you take him away! He’s our benefactor! – Over
our dead bodies, you take him! How dare you handcuff
an angel like him? Let him go!
Or face the consequences. Take another step,
and we’ll pile the bodies here. Got it. – Hey! Quietly go away from here and
let the law take its own course. Or else,
I’ll shoot everyone of you. You talk big with a gun in hand?
Shoot, if you have the guts! Yes, shoot! For Mr Singhania,
we’d happily lay down our lives! You shoot without reason…?
You’ve killed 5 of my men! I’m not going to spare you! You’ll
have to answer for what you’ve done! I won’t do the answering.
They will. What are you staring for?
I’ve used your technique. You plant four dozen thugs
in a crowd of decent folks. And I plant five cops
in the same crowd… as thugs. This is tit for tat.
Get it? Move now. Your wife’s problem isn’t physical.
It’s psychological. Her father’s death
has shocked her deeply. I’ve prescribed some medicines… But you can understand,
I’m leavening. Watch out tomorrow, Rahim.
– Sir. It’s very necessary for Francis
to be produced in court tomorrow. Yes, sir. Good morning, Mr. Krishna Arjun. You’ve already forgotten my name?
Please sit down. The name is Rajshekhar Azad. What I say conveys
a thousand things, DCP. You will get to know that gradually.
– Really? And what’s up…? You’re looking a lot smarter
in these clothes today. There’s a meaning behind that too. Whenever I solve a case,
I dress like this. Have you found the
DGP’s killer then? Yes. You’re the one who did it. You’re the one the DGP
last called before he died. I found your cell-phone
number on his mobile phone. The bullets in his body had
to do with your service revolver. I had put together a
lot more evidence… I had. I’ve destroyed all the evidence.
For good. Because you didn’t murder
the DGP Surya Pratap Singh. You have slain him. Just as Arjuna slayed the Kauravas
in the battle of Mahabharat. Arjuna set down his arms when
confronted by his own brethren… and Lord Krishna reasoned with him.
But in this battle… you are Arjuna and
you are Lord Krishna too. That is why I called
you Shri Krishna Arjun. That battle was between
the Pandavas and the Kauravas. In this battle,
there are Kauravas all around… and you are all alone among them. But you’re still
fighting a lone battle. lf I can’t fight with
you in this battle… I can at least help you. Best of luck. You killed my Papa? You have killed my Papa…
you have killed him! Listen to me, Anjali. I’ve been listening
to you all the while. Here I was, dying to know
who could have killed Papa. It was you… Didn’t your hands hesitate
to kill the man… who gave his daughter’s
hand in yours? Listen, Anjali… No!! Don’t touch me. Look, Anjali… – Don’t touch me. Not with those hands…
or I’ll kill myself. I can’t live with you another
moment! Not another moment! You are a bloody murderer. Namaskar. So Mr DCP Azad… you think Mr Shankar
Singhania is a terrorist? You think he’s
a follower of Gandhi? You can’t answer a
question with a question. No point in asking questions
you know answers for. Can you prove in court that
Mr Singhania has anything to do… with the terrorist Wasim Khan? I can prove… that Singhania has everything
to do with Wasim Khan. Really? How many witnesses
have you bought over to prove that? It’s for pimps of the law
like you to buy and sell witnesses. Watch your tongue
when you answer me, DCP. And remember what you’re asking
before questioning me, lawyer. Order, order, order, order. Defence, ask questions
only related to this case. Yes, you honour. I want to question his witnesses,
Your Honour. Yes, proceed. My witness will be
produced anytime now. I need a little time. Permission granted. Manoj! Rahim! Ballu! Vivek! Where are they? Sir.. I looked for them…
there’s no one there. What?
– Yes. Your Honour, I already told you that
we were wasting the court’s time. There’s no point
in waiting for anyone. DCP Azad cannot produce any witness.
Because he has no witnesses. Mr Azad, what do you have to say? I’m sorry, you honour. This Court honourably
acquits Mr Singhania… and warns the police department
that unless they have… tangible evidence and witnesses… they are not supposed
to harass respectable citizens. Very well. Congratulations, Mr Singhania. Well, DCP Azad?
You’re very angry, aren’t you? This is what happens to
people who get carried away. You tried to prove my links
with Wasim Khan, didn’t you? Take it from me.
I do have links with him. Not you, and not the entire
police department can prove it. Your witness didn’t
make it to the court. That’s because I prevented
him from getting here. And what would you have achieved
even if he had arrived here? I’d have bought out that judge. Everything in this
country is up for sale. One only has to
pay the right price. Make friends with me,
and you will have your price. And if you chose to be my enemy,
you must pay for it. You want to pay or collect…?
That’s for you to decide. How much did you sell out for? What price-tag have you
put on the trust I placed in you? I’ll tell you, sir. Save my children… Please save my children. What happened?
– What happened to your children? Sanjay Singhania has
kidnapped my children. He says you’re holding
one of his men in your custody. lf you don’t let him go,
they’ll kill my children. I want my children…
Please let that man go. No, we can’t let him go. No… You can’t do that!
Please help me! My children… I beg of you! Please! Please save my children! Manoj, let him go. Let’s go. Mummy! Mummy! Look, I’ve brought
your man with me. You promised to set my children
free, if I brought him along. Please let my children go now. Let them go. My child. Mummy! You will testify against my Papa? Sir, your duty must
be all-important for you. But for them,
you are as important as their duty. Your family is important too. Do not think you’ve
lost the battle… because one witness could
not be presented in court. That’s impossible. You have waged this war
against the enemies of the nation. I swear by the Almighty.
You will win this battle, sir. And the day you
return successful… you will feel the need
for your wife and children. For what is success, if
you have no one to share it with? They’re happy to have saved
the lives of your children. What they regret more… is that they could not keep
the promise they made to you. So they’re leaving
the city for good today. It’s mine… – No! It’s mine! Papa! Papa! Papa!
– C’mon. C’mon. A kiss for me! You too. Anna, Kartavya. Go inside I said. C’mon go in. Go in. Go on. Anjali! – Don’t utter my name.
And please go away! lf you want me and my
children to live in peace,… please don’t set foot
in this house again. I want a divorce. As soon as possible. I want a divorce. Brother, you always blame me. He always comes home late.
You say nothing to him. He’s in police service.
Late-coming is part of it. You are right. Mr Azad, is it a rule that
cops go home late every night? There is a rule!
He’s right. – Don’t look at him! Know what? Before marriage,
when I called him at 5 p.m…. he used to turn up at 4!
– I…? Lies! She used to land up at
every training centre I went to. She used to go around in circles. I…? – Was it I? I…? – I…? “I wasn’t crazy…” “Crazy, I went” “I don’t know when and
how this love-story happened” “You know nothing,
I know not too…” “when your heart met mine” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, you weren’t” “Crazy, you went” “I know nothing when and
how this love-story happened” “Your gaze has had
an impact on me, my love” “Your gaze has had
an impact on me, my love” “Your crazy heart has
made a promise to mine” “I agree, my love…” “I did what my heart drove me to” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “My heart understands
what your heart beats for” “My heart understands
what your heart beats for” “When you’re with me…
why mustn’t I have desires?” “Without you,
I won’t live a moment…” “I have decided” “Crazy, I have gone” “Crazy, I have gone” “Crazy, I wasn’t” “Crazy, I went” “When and how did
this love-story happen?” “You know not. Neither do I…” “when your heart met mine” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” “Crazy, I went” You’re worried for no reason. It enhances the status of courts
when people like me visit them. Besides, court mean trouble
to the poor. Not for the rich. Anyway enjoy the party. Will you let Azad go scot-free then?
He had arrested and insulted you. That’s just why I
must teach him a lesson. A police officer must think ten times
before he thinks of arresting me. Besides… You wound a tiger and have
the audacity to walk into his den. I didn’t know you’re
such a stupid man, Azad. You’re the stupid one for
not realising that the one… who puts his hand in the snake-pit,
knows to unfang it too. That we’ll see, DCP. I’ll carve your body
into so many small pieces… that for generations to come in
your family, they’ll talk about it. Forget my body. Think of your son,
who has to light your funeral pyre. What do you mean? – Up there. Papa! Papa! Papa! Nothing will happen to you,
my son! Nothing! Papa! Don’t be afraid.
Nothing will happen to you. Have you guys gone mad?
Put those guns away! This enmity’s between you and me.
My son has done nothing. Let him go! Papa! My son… For God sake,
tell them to leave him. Well? Deflated already…? Let him go. Know what? I’m not going
to kill you right yet either. Because I’ve got to prove that
you’re a traitor of the nation. The day I have proved that,
I will not arrest you… I will kill you. Sir.. Who were those four boys?
From which police station? Tell me. – They aren’t from the
police department, sir. So? – It’s like this, sir. Azad does not trust any
officer in the police department. Which is why he has kept
those four boys under his own care. He’s personally training them. Soon,
he’ll give them police uniforms. It’s those four boys
he had entrusted Francis to. You ought to have killed
the four of them with Francis. You ought to have finished them. Just because the DCP
shows some favours to you… you guys think
you have turned DCPs? You hold a gun to me? You were terribly excited,
weren’t you? Spirited guys, aren’t you?
I’ll exorcise you guys today! lf I don’t have your DCP Azad
as my slave, I won’t be Sanjay… You abuse him…?
I won’t spare you! God! DCP’s sidekick! No. Finish him! Rahim. Rahim! – Rahim! Sir.. Rahim! Sir.. He… Rahim! Nothing’s going to happen to you!
Nothing. You’re going to be all right! Sir. I’m sorry, sir. “This land and sky
would be proud of you” I pray… that my India lives on My life I sacrifice, my friends So that my India lives on Recognise me, DCP Azad? You announce the war.
And I set it rolling. Those four guys are said
to be very loyal to you. And that you’re soon going
to give them police uniforms too. I thought I should be
doing something for them, too. I decided to give them a promotion
and dispatch them to hell. One of them has been promoted.
The rest of them will be too. I know you’re very sad right now.
But who can fight the inevitable. It’s all a matter of destiny. Death does not change its course. Anyone who cross its path,
gets sucked in. I target someone,
and it’s someone else who dies. Things good and bad…
are all in the Almighty’s hands. Praise the Lord. I was the one who called you, sir.
– Who are you? Deepak Sharma. I own this complex,
sir. – Let’s go. Mr. Deepak.
– Yes. Have you received
terrorist threats earlier? No, sir. Never. But I’ve just seen
someone running across with a bomb. It could’ve been a terrorist.
– Can you identify him? Yes, sir. He wore an army-green
jacket and a black cap. Deepak.
– Yes, sir. Is that him? – Yes, that’s him. Welcome, Mr Singhania. What a lovely pair. God bless you. Bless you. Your son isn’t around?
– He should have been here by now. Azad, what’s up? Please come in, sir.
– What happened? The guy who ran inside is a terrorist.
He’s hiding a bomb in his jacket. What?
– Yes, sir. I’ll summon the bomb-squad.
– No. It’ll cause a stampede here. Leave it to me. I’ll get him. Are you sure?
– Yes, sir. Carry on.
– Yeah. Sanjay! Sanjay! My son! Someone send for an ambulance! Sanjay! Sanjay! Sanjay! How are we going to
deal with this case, sir? The accident occurred in an
effort to save thousands of lives. Bury the case with
a note of cross-firing. The terrorist has run away, sir.
There’s no danger anymore. I know you’re very sad right now.
But who can avert the inevitable? It has to do with destiny,
you know. Death does not change its course. Anybody who comes in its path,
gets killed. We target someone,
and yet someone dies. Things good and bad are
in our own hands Mr Singhania. Not in the Lord’s. And a good police officer
know how to take advantage… of not just the law but
also the loopholes in the law. Get that? Pratap, you were amazing. We’re proud of you. For sir,
I could even lay down my life. I am what I am,
only because of him. I wanted to become an engineer.
But I didn’t have the money. I once committed a theft
in frustration, and was caught. Had I been sentenced to prison then,
I would have become a criminal too. But sir made me see reason.
He lent me support and help. And today,
I’m an engineer in M-Tech. Azad sir is like God for me. Thanks, Pratap. You have
helped me kill a criminal today. What punishment the law ought to
have given Shankar Singhania’s son… I gave him today. Take care of yourself, Pratap.
– Sure, sir. Everything okay, uncle? Things okay I hope? C’mon, fast. What’s up? – Where is Pratap? What do you want? – Who are you? Pratap Sinha’s an engineer.
I’m his father. Your son is no engineer.
He’s a terrorist. My son is an engineer.
He’s not a terrorist. Old fossil! Masquerading as an engineer…?
Terrorist! Whom do you work for? Whom do you work for?
Tell me! – Please let my son go! He’s not a terrorist.
He’s an engineer. You are surely mistaken. You hit my mother! I won’t spare you…
– Get him! Don’t let him escape. Where do you plan to trigger
off blasts in the city? Tell me! I know who you’re working for!
I’m destroy him too! Let me go! Leave me alone! You attack a policeman! Leave him. Let my son go! Spare him! You attack a policeman! Don’t hit him. For God’s sake! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it. Azad! I think you haven’t recognised him. He’s the terrorist at the wedding
with explosives on his person. He’s the one you were following. Don’t you remember? You have a poor memory. This is video recording
of the wedding. It’s all recorded in this. You used this man to kill my son. You have caused me a lot of agony.
You have made me weep. I’ll use him now to torture you.
To make you cry. Why you alone? I’ll make
his parents and his fiance cry too. I’ll make you all
shed tears of blood. You proved at the wedding the other
day that this man is a terrorist. And he will now admit
that you are his friend. And what can save you
is your surrender to the law. And go behind bars. Once you’re imprisoned… no one can prevent Wasim
Khan from coming out of prison. You know how to take advantage of
the loopholes in the law, don’t you? Now take advantage.
Use your brains. Take him along. Move! Forgive me, Mummy. Anjali.. Anjali.. I know I’ve given
you nothing but trouble. I gave you no happiness or joy…
nothing. You’re right. Maybe you will find
happiness, staying away from me. Maybe the smile will
return to your face. I have signed the divorce papers. Rani, take the children upstairs.
– Let’s go. What’s all this, Anjali?
Tell me! What’s all this about? Divorce. I’ve taken a divorce, Mummy.
I was the one who asked for it. Do you know?
This is the man who killed my Papa. He’s the one who
has killed your husband! I can’t live with such a man! I’ll never wear this matrimonial
necklace he gave me either! Never! Shut up! Have you gone mad…? What did you say…? What? You take such a big decision without
even thinking about everything? You’re out to break the matrimonial
necklace around your neck? For your Papa…? You love your Papa very much,
don’t you? His death has been a severe
shock for you, isn’t it? But you don’t know
what your Papa really was. Do you want to know
the truth about him? Mr Singh, I think it’s impossible
to have Wasim Khan released. Your son-in-law, DCP Azad
isn’t going to listen to anyone. You don’t worry, Mr. Singhania. I’m his father-in-law
and a senior in status too. He just DCP. And I am the Director
General of Police. Just get on with your
arrangements for Wasim Khan. Brilliant. Here’s half a million
dollars for you. Okay then. Good night.
– Good night. Is this what you have stooped to,
for the sake of money? Our son-in-law has staked
his life to nab Wasim Khan. And you accept money from
these people to let him off? Azad will never listen to you. You know very well. Surya Pratap
Singh treads the path he makes. Anyone who crosses his path…
ends up losing his life. lf my son-in-law proves
to be an obstacle in my path… he’ll die too. For money,
your Papa could have done anything. Even her son’s husband
meant nothing to him. But look at your husband, my dear. For the sake of your happiness,
he has signed the divorce papers. He didn’t even think what
he would himself go through. Even if Azad is hanged
for killing your Papa… he will suffer for a few moments. But you have given
him such a punishment… that he will suffer for you
and your children all his life. You have made a very big mistake,
Anjali. A very… Son, you know Pratap
is not a terrorist. You know my son is not a terrorist. So why did the police arrest him?
They beat him up mercilessly. I did all I could to make him talk.
But he’s not willing to say a word. I just don’t know what to do. Brother.. You said Pratap is a
very capable boy, didn’t you? Because I trusted you, I decided
to get my sister married to him. And you let us down…?
In such a way? You have ruined my sister’s life!
Why did you do this? Why…? Pratap.. Sir.. Sir, I haven’t told them anything.
They did their best… they tortured me so much. But I didn’t open my mouth. You need not worry, sir. I’ll never tell them your name. Never. Even if I have to die.
– No, Pratap. You must live. Your family needs you. And this country needs you, sir. No, Pratap. This is too much. I can’t let you die
because of my obstinacy. I’ll tell them the whole truth. And you must tell
them how I used you. I’m the real culprit.
Everything will be all right. They’ll let you go. I can’t even see
you shedding tears, sir. So how can I ever
see you handcuffed? lf your enemies are trying
to get back at you by using me… I won’t let them succeed.
Never. I won’t let you lose, sir. You must win. You must win, sir! Pratap. You must win! Pratap! “I lay down my life, O friends…” “so that my India my live on” “May I live,
may I die, for this nation…” “So that there is
happiness here forever” “O friends…” By committing suicide,
that boy has ruined all my plans. I thought I’d use him to
have Azad dismissed from service. And that I’d have Wasim
Khan released after that. But everything has been ruined. Azad will now try to
hit back like a wounded lion. Before he gets to me, I must
leave this nation with Wasim Khan. How’s that possible, sir? You don’t know how stubborn
Shankar Singhania can be. I’ll drive the government to it. The police will themselves
bring Wasim Khan to my house. Enough! I will listen
to no more excuses. Release Wasim Khan
within an hour… and make arrangements
for us to leave the country. lf your government does not oblige…
I will blow up Mumbai by 5 p.m. Calm down, please… Sit down. Sit. When we can release 3 terrorists to
save a hundred hijacked passengers… can’t we release a single terrorist
to save thousands of innocent lives? Sir, please.
– Okay. Release him. Right. Don’t let anyone in. Not even if
it’s a very senior officer, okay? See, Azad? Your own people
take such good care of me! They can do anything for me.
Anything. Look at the irony. You will personally
escort me out of this place today. You admire my might now, don’t you? And remember.
The day will soon be here… when neither will this country
be free, nor will you exist. Your turn to listen now.
Whether I live or not… my country has always been free,
and free, it shall always be! Do you know why’re you still alive?
I wanted to prove… that Shankar Singhania
is an agent to the likes of you. By compelling the government to
release you, he has himself proved… that he is a traitor of the
country. I no longer need you now. “Be friends with friends…” “Treat enemies like
you should treat enemies” “What’s the life of a coward?” “You owe it to this country,
your motherland” “This country you must never break” “Enemies of the nation,
you must never spare” “You have to live for your nation”
– Commander. Help me. – “Do your duty” “Proud of you this land and sky” “I pray…” “so that my India lives on forever” We worship Gandhiji. And
we also revere Chandrashekhar Azad. I try to reason first.
And then I use my weapons. Sorry, sir. You can’t go in. Move! What have you done, Azad?
You’ve killed him? Are you out of your mind? You
were only asked to interrogate him! Who gave you the orders to kill
him? Who gave you the permission? You have no right to punish anyone.
You are no judge. You’re a mere police officer. – No! I’m not merely a police officer.
I’m also an Indian. An Indian! When someone’s mother
is being raped… does he wait for permission? No. He’ll kill the monster right there.
And that’s what I have done. Because, for me, my mother and my
motherland are one and the same thing. I’ll kill all those traitors who
are aiding and abetting such devils. And it’s not only I who
has the right to kill such friends. Every Indian has it. And nobody can take
away that right from us! Azad, we understand your feelings.
But Singhania has threatened us… unless we release
Wasim Khan by 5 p.m…. he will trigger off
blasts all over the city. He has even planted a
bomb in one of the BEST buses. We still have time. We’ll do something. Azad, we stand by you. Let’s go. Mr Singhania? This is Moutho here. We have a problem, sir.
A very serious problem. Our plans have gone haywire.
Azad has killed Wasim Khan. He has also got to
know that we’re the ones… who have planted a bomb
in one of the BEST buses. Which bus have they wired?
– I don’t know anything… All I know is that the
guy who planted the bomb… is staying at Hotel
Whalley’s in Room No. 302 Go and arrest him.
– Okay, sir. Let’s announce that a bomb has been
planted in one of the BEST buses. We’ll stop all the buses from playing.
– No, sir. We can’t do that. lf the public get to
know about the bomb,… there’ll be panic
all over the city. But we must stop the buses to find out
which of them is carrying the bomb. How else will we stop the buses? I’ll stop it. Long live the Union! – Why’ve the
transport workers gone on a strike? A cop beat up a driver
without any reason. That’s why. Long live the Union! Down with police atrocities He has confessed that
he has planted the bomb. But he can’t tell
us the number of the bus. What he told us was that the bus
was parked at the depot in Andheri. You set the time for 5 p.m.
And you don’t know which bus? Paint. Which means the bus in which the
bomb was planted, was freshly painted. Hello! This is the time-keeper
at Andheri Bus Depot, sir. Did you guys paint a
bus last night? – Yes, sir. What’s the number of the bus?
– 84 Ltd. MH02 T96. The bus is in the depot, right?
– No, sir. It left long ago. What? Can you tell me where
the bus might be right now? The bus plies between
Andheri and Mantrayala. At 9, it reaches Vile Parle.
At 9.30, it’s at Santacruz… at 11 , it’s in Worli and at noon,
it reaches Mantralaya. Since the staffers are on strike the
bus ought to be somewhere in Worli. Keep the bomb squad ready. What happened there? There’s a bomb in this bus.
Clear the area immediately. C’mon, hurry up! There’s a bomb in this bus! There is bomb. Run! Sir. Thank God.
Come with me. – Yes, sir. That’s the bomb. Azad! You’re a very intelligent
police officer. You easily found out which
bus the bomb was planted in. But you do have a shortcoming.
You don’t recognise people. You took my men for
guys from the bomb squad. Had you listened to
me and let Wasim Khan go… you would have been spared,
so would this city and its people. But the shot has
already been fired. You will now witness how
I turn this city into a graveyard. Take him away. Move back, move back. O countrymen…
do not sell your country Do not sell this sacred land;
do not sell the skies… Martyrs have laid down
their lives for the country Do not heap disgrace
on their shrouds My life I sacrifice, my friends So that my India lives on We lived, we died,
for this nation… for this paradise…
so that it may forever blossom “O’ friends!” “Be a friend to a friend” “Be an enemy to a foe” “Live not…”