Where are you?
I came to the bank for some work.
Don't disclose too much.
Remember what needs to be said and how much.
The journey of Himmat Singh is an interesting one, sir.
You know what, let's plan this dinner some--
Stop being such a bore.
Let me deal with this first.
Don't be a bore or give me excuses.
We'll find that bloody Maninder. Let's go.
Himmat!
Surprise!
What a pleasant surprise?
- Hi, Saroj. - I told you.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
The house...
You've decorated the house beautifully, Saroj.
- Really nice. - Thank you.
You can tell me also. Even I have contributed.
I know your contribution.
You must have brought that bar.
Absolutely not.
Vijay and I together chose everything in this house.
He's truly the best.
Heard that?
What?
You proposed to her half an hour before me in college.
I see.
If my university specials weren't delayed,
then I would be in your shoes.
I see... and I would've said yes?
You're breaking my heart, Saroj.
Right into that. Okay, guys, do you want some?
- No, thanks. - This...
Saroj, ask him why he was making excuses. Ask him.
What?
You didn't want to come.
That's not the case.
You two look so good together, Saroj.
I don't want to jinx it.
Enough drama, you drama queen.
Here we go. Come.
By the way
do you have a girlfriend yet,
or are you still looking for the perfect one?
What girlfriend.
He's lying, Saroj.
Anita Sharma, Sub-Editor, Statesman.
We're in intelligence, buddy.
Are you serious?
When are you introducing her?
Come on.
Well... we're on a break now.
No excuses.
Fix a dinner plan and introduce her quickly.
No excuses.
Date?
-She's busy-- -Himmat! Give me her number.
I am confused.
So, Saroj isn't Himmat Singh's wife.
No, sir.
But, as per records, Saroj is Himmat Singh's wife.
Yes, sir. That's right.
Do you have Crocin?
Do you need one, Chaddha sir?
No.
Send one.
You continue.
Then I called Himmat sir.
Oh, God...
Stop it, you two.
- Hello. - Sir, Abbas.
Yes.
Can you come to Paharganj right now?
A new passport office has opened up here.
Yes, I'll be there.
I'll text you the address.
- That's him, sir. - Sit!
Sir. I'll talk, sir.
I will tell you everything.
Incredible.
Great.
Show me your hands.
Both of them.
They are * shorter than the Law.
How long have you been doing it?
12 years.
Never got scared?
Only once before this.
When was that?
Last week.
Tuesday.
Coming!
Who?
Khatri sir sent me, Mondal sir. He must have called you.
Come in, quickly.
Where to?
London.
I need a passport, a visa and all travel-related documents.
When?
Saturday.
That's too urgent. It will cost you extra.
Yes, that's okay.
You'll have to dress like a Sikh man.
Okay.
Rs. 2 lakh, 100% advance.
Call him tomorrow morning.
He'll collect your signature and photo.
Thank you, Mondal sir.
You'll forget my name as soon as you leave from here, understood?
What are you staring at? Understood?
Understood.
But you will also forget my face, Mondal.
If someone comes looking for me
and you remember my face or name
and you tell him anything,
then I'll personally
visit you once again.
Sorry.
But maybe an officer will come looking for me in a few days.
And if you're as scared as you're now,
then tell him everything he asks.
Otherwise, he'll make you feel pain while you experience fear.
- Yes. - Understood?
Yes.
Good.
At least thank me for the tip.
Thank you.
No problem.
When was the flight?
Saturday.
1:00 a.m.
Sir?
How did Maninder know you'll be coming here?
We had an op in Dhaka.
And, as for my limits, protein boy,
- I'll show you. - Hey...
Where are you going? Stop!
***
Boss, wait.
You're making a mistake, boss.
No...
What are you doing?
Sorry, sister-in-law.
Maninder and Himmat sir
were two sides of the same coin.
So, Maninder fled to London with R&AW's sensitive data.
And to catch this rogue officer,
Himmat Singh is pressed into action.
Yes, sir.
But to know why Maninder went to London,
you must know Indian Navy officer.
Commodore Chintamani Sharma's story, sir.
Why?
Was there a fire in his life too?
Yes, sir.
And the stage was set three months ago in Moscow.
In the year 2000, we bought
an aircraft carrier from Russia for Rs. 1.5 billion.
This occurred exactly 3 months before the Maninder incident.
Two of our officers,
Commodore Chintamani Sharma
and Captain Asfaq Hussain, arrived in Moscow
to supervise the refitting.
-
--
-
--
Between Natasha Petrova's bending over and getting up,
Chintamani sir was destroyed.
In my 20-year career, no one's ever told me how to do my job.
So, please let me do my job.
Hi.
Hello.
I am sorry. I don't understand Russian.
You know, it mean...
You work hard.
Thanks.
And I thought that maybe you need a coffee break.
Coffee break.
That's really kind of you.
He couldn't believe his luck when he was told
that Natasha will be his local translator
as long as he's in Russia.
I have the contract, so maybe...
I'll call you. I'll call you back.
- Hi. - Hi.
You work so hard again.
Have a coffee break?
[speaks Russian]
I learnt Russian for you.
Thank you.
When Natasha would bring coffee for Chintamani every morning,
he'd forget that his three kids and their mother
are eagerly awaiting his return in Colaba.
Was Chintamani there to inspect the carrier
or was he inspecting Natasha?
Chintamani sir came back to India.
And on the day he was compiling a CD of the best romantic songs,
his direct line rang.
Commodore Chintamani.
Hi, C.
Hey, love. How are you?
I have great news for you.
Is it? I'm listening.
I'm pregnant.
Are you still working hard these days?
Chintamani first broke the CD.
Hi, C.
Do you like the photos?
Good God, that's terrible!
Yes.
Natasha was a sparrow.
A what?
Himmat sir explains it better. I'll try.
You must be aware of espionage and *.
- Not much. - Of course.
But you wouldn't know that, years ago,
in Kazan, Tatarstan near Moscow, situated along the Volga River,
the KGB had opened State School 4
where they would train Bolshoi ballerinas,
cinema and theatre actresses to be female spies.
From seduction to assassination.
After their training was completed,
they would receive the title of Sparrow.
Natasha Petrova was one such Sparrow.
Have a coffee break?
Chintan-Money.
Oh, God.
Chadha sir, did you know all this?
Of course. It's an old story.
Abbas, will you come back to the story?
Sure.
Next day, Himmat sir learnt of a new development.
Sir?
Come, Himmat.
Indian Navy officer Commodore Chintamani Sharma
lied to everyone yesterday and left for London.
His official statement was that his mother is sick
and he's travelling to Kanpur.
But he's unaware that, since our aircraft deal value doubled,
he was on the IB's watch list.
But IB lost him yesterday morning.
They seized his computer and found it to be hacked.
Backdoor trojan.
He got honey-trapped, and I fear
he's passed on highly classified naval secrets.
But the confusing part
is that the Naval Commodore wasn't on our Blue database.
Sir, Maninder is in London too.
Vijay, you have something for us?
Yes, sir.
I was looking at the Colombo High Commission.
HC Counsellor Vinayak Shukla's recent state dinners' photographs.
This girl has been clicked in some of the photographs
with the visiting dignitaries.
When I checked the guest register,
I found a name and an address which were fake.
Karishma.
Then I shared these pictures with the inter agencies,
and we got these photographs from one of their databases.
These were clicked a year ago in Bangkok,
and the guy sitting with her is Sankalp Choudhary.
And, sir, look.
Alan Fuller, CIA-KGB double agent?
Yes, sir.
Sir, and... this is very bad news.
Sit. Sit down.
This is the same Sankalp Choudhary
who used to handle Alan Fuller's India operations.
They used to run an international intelligence
and secret data retail outlet.
If you needed any classified intel on any political leader,
armed force leader, businessman, kingmaker in the world,
then these two are the guys to go to.
You just had to give a name and money.
Choudhary would initiate a gather, and Allen would sell.
Then they had a rift, and Sankalp became independent.
Now there's a fierce competition between the two.
Sankalp keeps growing more powerful and dangerous,
and what makes him extremely dangerous
is his network of spies and his methods.
Especially honey-trapping.
Sankalp learnt these KGB traits from Alan.
He's used women to destroy reputations of individuals and establishments.
British Parliament in the late '80s,
French diplomat in China.
German scientist, Swiss businessman,
an international cricket team in Cape Town.
Sir, Sankalp Choudhary's track record has been 100% successful.
Which team was it?
-Sir-- -Actually, don't tell me.
I still love the game.
But if Chintamani isn't on our Blue database, then--
Exactly, sir. Allen honey-trapped Chintamani.
Now Maninder will intercept that intel
on behalf of Sankalp Choudhary and steal it.
Sir, the pattern is absolutely clear.
Maninder and this girl work for Choudhary.
Maninder sends the list of Indian officers and targets
from the Code Blue database to Sankalp Choudhary.
Nearly 150 VVIPs' details are on that list.
Since these targets are already under surveillance
and Maninder knows their schedule,
Choudhary doesn't face any trouble to compromise them through his spies.
Where is Choudhary these days?
Don't know, sir. But we must immediately execute two things.
We've to stop Chintamani in London,
and we've to get this girl in Lanka.
- Himmat? - I agree with Vijay, sir.
Any leads?
Sri Lankan SIS has tracked this girl in Galle.
She's staying at a boutique hotel as a tourist,
and I think she's trying to lie low for a bit.
Sir, I'll get this girl.
And Maninder?
Sir, we must apprehend Chintamani immediately.
Maybe Chintamani can lead us to Maninder.
I'll get him, sir.
Careful, Himmat. This is getting complicated.
You chose the girl first and are sending me to London,
and now you're telling me to be careful.
That's because you can't handle girls, buddy.
Get lost.
Timing.
I'll be on the flight when you land.
- Text me your local number. - You too.
- All the best. - All the best.
Hi, how are you?
I'm good. And you?
Good. I'm stuck. I got a new assignment.
Are we meeting tonight, Himmat?
I was going to call you, Anita.
What?
I have to travel to Lucknow.
What?
Well, a dealer conference has come up suddenly,
so I have to go.
Himmat, you are going to miss my birthday for selling soaps?
No, no, no. We'll celebrate your birthday.
We'll celebrate your birthday when I come back.
There's no written rule to celebrate birthdays on the same day.
What is your problem, man?
First, you disappeared for six months.
Then suddenly you called yesterday,
saying, "Anita, I'm coming to Delhi just for your birthday."
And now, when I'm calling you,
you say you have to go to Lucknow for some conference.
What do you want? Tell me.
I want you, Anita.
Shut your trap! Go to hell!
Hello. Anita.
Hello...
Shit, man!
- Himmat Singh? - Yes.
Would you please come out?
Come with us. We'll bring your car along.
This way, sir.
Sir.
- Get my appointment from Santosh sir. - Yes.
And hurry up with whatever documents need to be signed.
- I need this file ready. - Sure, ma'am.
- Hello, Himmat. - Hello, ma'am.
Sorry for calling you like this.
No problem, ma'am. I am used to it.
- Send some tea, Mr. Mishra. - Sure, ma'am.
Come.
Thank you, ma'am.
I read your file, Himmat.
I'm very impressed.
It's sad that officers like you
have to suffer because of politics.
That doesn't hurt, ma'am.
It hurts when the country suffers because of politics.
True.
Let's come to the point.
As you know, I'm the leader of the opposition, Himmat.
Elections are around the corner,
and maybe the tide's in our favour.
You're being modest, ma'am.
My analysis says you'll get a landslide victory.
Analysis can be wrong, Himmat.
And the ruling party is leaving no stone unturned.
They are getting very desperate,
and they're misusing all the machinery they have at their disposal.
You're aware of that, right?
I'm sorry to say, ma'am, but
when your party was in power, even you all--
But not to this extent, Himmat.
You see, ma'am, some people have a bigger appetite
while some settle for less.
The least corrupt or greedy shouldn't be the only option for us.
Maybe that's the only truth you are left to learn, Himmat.
In politics, a better option maintains balance.
Anyway, I'm in a problem, Himmat.
And in my view, you're the only person
who can solve this problem for me.
Please elaborate, ma'am. I'll help you in any way I can.
Do you know Avinash?
- Yes. Your son. - Yes.
He's the president of our youth wing,
and he'll have an active role to play in the upcoming elections.
Obviously, the ruling party knows this too,
and maybe that's why, last month
when Avinash went to the Bahamas with his friends for a vacation,
they saw this as an opportunity.
Avinash and his friends were travelling incognito.
That's a precaution we all take.
And yet...
Himmat, do you know why this film's leading lady is Chinese?
Because you and your party
are strongly condemning Chinese trade policies.
And right before the elections,
if your son is seen with a Chinese woman,
then your government will crumble before it's formed.
I heard Commodore Chintamani Sharma was in a similar case,
which you're investigating conditionally.
Yes. Did you get any blackmail calls, or...
No.
I got this CD through registered post yesterday.
Can you help, Himmat?
And anyway, you're on suspension,
so technically you're not on government duty.
I'll try my best, ma'am.
Thank you.
Ma'am, I'd like to see the entire film.
Himmat, believe it or not,
people like you maintain balance.
Yes.
Vijay, add a Chinese to the list.
Oxford Street.
Natasha.
C.
Come.
Why are you so grumpy?
Promise me you'll never contact me again.
Only if you say please.
Please don't ever contact me again.
Ouch!
It hurts when you say that.
But okay.
I promise.
Negatives?
I will destroy it when they check this out.
Promise?
Bye.
Hello. Packet, please.
I don't want to hurt you.
Packet.
Really?
The *.
So, the Sparrow died?
Yes.
I had a problem with the name from the beginning.
It's a very delicate name, isn't it?
So, Maninder intercepts Natasha,
then kills her.
Then he steals the information and sells it to Sankalp Choudhary.
Then what does Sankalp do with it?
We'll come to that soon, Chaddha sir.
Let's finish this chapter first.
Yes, continue.
Yes, aspirin. Please send it to my room.
Who?
Room service.
- Excuse me, Commodore. - What the hell?
Who are you?
I am asking you. What the hell is happening here?
When did she leave?
About 3 hours ago.
Did you share anything with her today, sir?
I am sorry?
Chintamani sir, did you share anything with her today?
How the hell do you know?
Sir, we're losing time, please.
We must catch her immediately.
This is not about you, sir.
- What... - If you have...
What a bloody mess!
My whole dignity.
No, no, sir. Please sit down.
- My whole bloody dignity. - Sir!
Sir, please. Sir!
Sir, open the door.
Sir, please.
Sir... I'll take care of all this, sir.
Sir, please open the door.
Sir, I'm here to take care of all this.
Sir, please.
Sir, nothing will happen to you!
Open the door.
Just trust me, sir.
Sir... Sir, please open the door.
Sir!
Sir, please open the door!
Sir.
Sir, please open the door.
Sir!
Sir, nothing... I'm here. I'll take care of all this, sir!
Sir, please.
Tell my wife
that I'm sorry.
Sir, please open the door.
Sir, please.
Oh, *!
Sir?
Who is it?
Your aspirin, sir.
Please. Don't shoot.
Oh. So, you get scared also?
Whom do you work for?
I get details on the phone
and an advance in my account.
The account gets settled when the job's done.
What's your name?
Names keep changing.
Do you know Maninder?
Maninder who?
Sankalp Choudhary?
I'm not Vinayak Shukla.
I don't have time for this drama.
Your name's Vijay Kumar, isn't it?
And your friend Himmat Singh is in London, right?
Can I give you some advice?
Get the * out of here!
And tell your friend to drop this case
if he's still alive.
Hello.
I was late.
The exchange was already done.
Commodore Chintamani shot himself.
Now?
Don't know. I don't have any leads.
No worries. I have the girl.
I'm leaving for Delhi. I'll interrogate her there.
She knows way too much.
See you.
Himmat Singh, I have missed you.