Las primeras 200 líneas.
Say something, Doctor!
How many cigarettes do you smoke in a day?
I smoke only when I'm stressed.
And how often are you stressed?
And drinks?
Well...
once in a while.
Sometimes, you know...
two, maybe three.
At the most, four or five.
In a week?
Daily?
-And meat? -Absolutely not.
My family is vegetarian, Doctor.
Whenever I eat out, otherwise never.
And how often do you eat out?
Srikant, your blood sugar levels are fluctuating again.
Do you still feel giddy sometimes?
Do you keep chocolates with you?
Doctor, I eat more chocolates than my kids do.
I always keep some with me.
-Do you want one? -Look at your report!
Try keeping your cholesterol under control.
You have to quit eating meat, fried food and smoking.
And one drink a day should be the maximum.
-And minimum? -Do you not want to live?
Come on, Doctor. What's left to stay alive for?
-This is not a joke! -I know, Doctor. But...
please stop scaring me. I'll wet my pants.
And stop being so stressed out.
Take some small breaks in between.
Spend some time with your family.
-Don't think about work-- -Just a second.
Yes, JK. What happened?
What?
Kala Ghoda?
I'll be right there!
-I haven't finished. -I got it, sir.
I have to avoid drinking, smoking fried food and stress.
Basically, I have to stop living.
Why don't I just kill myself?
Move back! Come on!
Walking with my friends...
Be very calm.
You know what you have to do.
-Put the jacket on him. -Yes, sir.
Radio check, radio check.
-Step aside. -Move.
Please step aside.
If the bomb goes off, you'll get a great selfie
of your bloody remains, moron.
-Move. -Step aside.
I'll be giving you instructions over the radio.
Just follow them. Okay?
-Now get going. -What the fuck is this?
At least give me a decent suit!
Quickly get some duct tape.
Did you check the scooter's number plate?
-Whose name is it registered under? -It's a fake.
Chassis number?
Chassis number?
BDU. Come in, BDU.
-Who's at the scooter? -Chirayu.
Chirayu, come in.
I need the chassis number.
What the fuck!
Do I look like a mechanic to you?
Please, just check it.
It'll blast, fuck off!
Dumbass.
Write down the details.
There is no chassis number. It's a stolen vehicle.
Not available.
Did you check the CCTV footage?
CCTV...
One minute.
Chirayu, if you have any doubts, abort the mission.
I repeat, if you're not sure, just abort the mission. Over.
Fuck!
Give me a puff.
I need the CCTV footage from all the cameras in the area.
Yeah, 9:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m.
Yeah, I'll hold. Sure.
Hey. Here you go.
Latest code names and transcripts, please keep them in the data base.
How did this happen?
How the hell did we miss this?
The PM is asking the NIA why we could not stop this attack.
TASC was created...
to prevent such attacks!
So, what the fuck went wrong?
Sir, this doesn't seem to be the work of a sleeper cell.
It looks like a lone wolf's job.
A solo operation, sir.
Otherwise, something would've shown up on the radar.
-We are investigating-- -Sir.
Sir, I think it's a one-off attack.
You better be sure.
This is no bigger than you say it is.
Sir, I think it's not possible.
Sir, I think it's possible.
I'm sorry, sir. But...
we need to thoroughly investigate this, sir.
I need this report on the PM's desk, tomorrow morning.
Do you understand?
-Yes, sir. -Sri, you guys can leave.
-Thank you, sir. -Sharma, please sit down.
-And Sri. -Yes, sir?
I want you to come with me to the airport, please.
Of course, sir.
How the hell did we miss this?
We have all the infrastructure in the world
and not even a single red flag?
Red flags only get raised
when the threat pattern is more than 50%.
None of the threat patterns were more than 50%.
Have you heard of this thing called "human intelligence"?
How can we always fucking depend on those stupid machines.
Sri, I am on it.
Didn't the doctor ask you to quit smoking?
Give me a puff.
Halfway into the year, and we've already lost 42 lives.
Another such blast and...
the toll could reach a hundred.
Sir!
Hello, Doctor. Srikant Tiwari, NIA.
-Any progress? -No progress.
We don't know when he will come out of coma
or if he ever will.
But we're keeping his vitals stable so that he stays alive.
I'm not hungry.
You'll recover only if you eat.
Medicines won't work on an empty stomach.
The rest is up to you.
Where are you from?
Kottayam.
I'm from Kasaragod.
How did you know I'm a Malayali?
I just guessed.
Did you grow up here, or in your hometown?
I've been brought up in Mumbai.
That's why my Malayalam is not very good.
Just like my Hindi.
Sir, what are you doing?
You're not allowed here. Please wait outside.
You're disturbing the patient.
I am from NIA.
-Oh. -Yeah.
It's okay, Sister Mary.
-Mary, yes. -Nice meeting you.
Don't worry. I'll look after him.
-Okay. -Yeah.
Bye, sister.
Moosa, my man! Living the life!
Enjoying a luxurious stay, aren't you?
When people like me fall ill
we have to stand in long queues in government hospitals.
But they've blocked an entire ward just for you.
Sir...
can I ask you something?
Easy.
-Do you still regret it? -Regret what?
That you couldn't see your mother when she passed away.
Of course.
I regret it every single day.
I want to meet my mother. Sir, please.
I want the same for you.
But if the department asks me how you're helping us,
and why am I being so nice to you,
what will I say?
You help me and I assure you
that you will meet your mother.
That's my promise!
When did you join ISIS?
Three years ago...
I left Kasaragod.
Asif...
was already in Syria.
He arranged everything for me.
They had me handle their websites.
Websites?
Yes.
What did you think?
They can't even stand the sight of Indians.
They treat us the same way you do.
Indian-Muslims don't even get proper work out there.
We get jobs like cleaning toilets...
sweeping and mopping.
If you're educated, they put you on a computer.
Asif...
Wait, let me.
Easy.
I was tired, sir.
I just wanted to get out of that place.
That's when I came to know
that Asif was planning a mission in India.
I begged Asif to include me in it.
It was the only way I could came back to India.
Did Asif ever mention anything about the mission?
Whenever I asked him...
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