Pierwsze 200 wierszy.
5TH AUGUST 2019 LAHORE, PAKISTAN
What are you looking at? It's cancer.
Not some pretty girl's Instagram page.
How long have I got?
Three years.
Maybe.
The Indian government has made the shocking decision today
to revoke Kashmir's special status.
The Indian Parliament has unilaterally announced Article 370 is abrogated.
Pakistan's Foreign Affairs Office has condemned this unilateral action and said
that Pakistan will weigh up alloptions and give a befitting response.
Article 370 canceled.
How can India do that? This is wrong, sir.
This is not wrong,
It's a declaration of war.
You said three years, right?
It's long enough.
Time for diplomacy has passed, sir.
If we wait for the UN resolution,
then India will take control of our Azad Kashmir next.
A man of God cannot challenge them.
It's time to be friend the Devil.
Jim.
General Qadir for you.
General Qadir, all in order?
Don't want order, I want chaos.
What do you want?
To bring India to its knees.
You sure?
Once that bullet is fired, it won't go back into the gun.
You need to be sure. Can you do it?
It'll take time, but it can be done.
3 YEARS LATER
SOMEWHERE IN AFRICA
A radar can't detect it, no signal can stop it.
It fears nothing, nor can it be reasoned with.
Once it's launched, it's like a djinn from Hell.
Count down to Judgement Day starts.
Good. Jim will let you know where to deliver it.
Why? Doesn't he trust you?
Jim?
If God asked him to name anything he wanted,
he'd say, "Are You playing a trick on me"?
Jim keeps his cards close to his chest.
Boss, is this man "Raafe"?
Why?
One man come. He asked for Raafe.
We say don't know Raafe.
He say Raafe come to see Fayyad.
Where is he?
VIP area, getting special treatment.
Who are you?
Hey, Hindi.
Speak up!
Talk in Hindi!
No fun swearing at you in Arabic.
You'll take 5 seconds to be surprised.
5 seconds to wonder where you've heard this voice.
And 5 more seconds to get over your disbelief.
Then you'll ask,
"Pathaan? You?"
Still alive.
Where is she?
How did you survive?
Answer my question first.
Where is Rubai?
Ufft Mr. Pathaan has a broken heart.
Love and perfume cannot be concealed.
She's far from your reach.
Now you'll be going far away too.
Any last message?
I have a gift for her.
Your dancing bells are undone, Raafe. So dance!
Kill him!
What are you waiting for?
Kill him.
There's a storm coming, Raafe.
Fasten your seat belt.
Closed the door!
Sorry, Raafe.
YASH RAJ FILMS PRESENTS
PATHAAN
NEW DELHI, INDIA
J. O. C. R. HEADQUARTERS
I'm on my way, Barun.
If you go on about the cake, how can I finish my work?
Light the candles. Start singing "Happy Birthday",
and I'll be home before the candles go out.
Ma'am, I've got all the information. And it seems there's no problem.
Yeah. Check again.
I need all the information now. Run it past the Finance Ministry.
Ma'am?
We have a red flag.
Our scanner has just identified someone.
Who is it?
Rubai?
Where?
Paris. A security camera at Palais Royal metro station.
- When? - 15 minutes ago, max.
Get a team on it right away.
Keep eyes on her. Do not intercept.
Get a plane.
Use the blue channel. We need permission for immediate take-off.
Yes, ma'am.
And yes, tell Barun...
..to keep you a slice of cake in the fridge.
How much longer?
5 hours, max.
- Ma'am? - Hmm?
Ma'am, are we going after Pathaan?
What do you know about Pathaan?
Not much, ma'am.
Whenever he's mentioned, everyone gets uncomfortable.
They change the subject.
Ma'am... is he on our side?
He was once.
Not just on our side, he was our centre-forward.
Opening batsman, opening bowler,
wicketkeeper and four slipfielder too.
You know, if it weren't for Pathaan,
we would not be doing what we do.
Nor would the JOCR Department exist.
Two years ago, during a Myanmar mission,
Pathaan got badly injured.
He lay in a hospital for weeks. It was touch and go.
Everyone believed the Pathaan chapter was closed.
We didn't realise...
he was writing a whole new book.
INDIAN MILITARY HOSPITAL, NEW DELHI 2 YEARS EARLIER
I heard you got badly hurt.
Ma'am, yes.
I have a metal plate in my foot, a titanium disc in my neck,
and bio-absorbable screws in my shoulder.
But you look very well.
It's tough. My body goes beep, beep, beep at airport security.
They keep detecting metal.
Looks like retirement doesn't suit you.
Why?
Retirement can be peaceful, Pathaan.
There are so many ways to spend one's time.
Tomorrow we could be a MasterChef and Indian Idol the next day.
You need to get a hobby, Pathaan.
Found it."Kintsugi".
Is that Punjabi?
Japanese. I know you know what it means.
I know.
If precious pottery breaks,
the Japanese put the broken pieces together with molten gold.
The object looks stronger and more beautiful.
It's even considered more valuable.
Ma'am, look at this file.
These are the broken pieces of our organisation.
They're soldiers like me.
Forced to retire because of injury or trauma.
But they're not done yet.
They're still full of guts and passion.
They're ready to fight and die for India.
So what do you want? To form a new unit?
Yes, ma'am.
Do you realise how many people will need convincing?
There'll be so much red tape, your hands will get glued together.
Try it.
You think I've just been growing my hair out?
I've tried it. And better, I've done it.
J.O.C.R
JOCR?
"Joint Operations and Covert Research," ma'am.
Giving me a new job?
No, ma'am.
Just returning my boss her chair.
You were looking for a new hobby.
Try Kintsugi, please.
These broken soldiers need new meaning in their lives.
They're ready for a mission.
You are the molten gold who can put them together.
Stronger than before,
more dangerous.
That was the birth of Team JOCR.
Every important mission for India
that no one else could carry out, or take the responsibility for...
that was our play ground. We had no rules to stop us.
So obviously, anyone who loved rules
had a problem with us. Like our Colonel Luthra.
Wow!
Beautiful.
Very beautiful.
This space was reserved for a recreational club for us and other departments.
A gym, sauna, pool tables, etc.
Sauna? Pool tables?
Excuse me, sir, you can't be serious.
- These people are my officers. - They're not officers.
You've made JOCR with some broken jokers!
They're just broken eggshells.
How dare you!
Good invention, guys.
- Rishi, well done! - Thank you, sir.
- Did you think I actually... - No, ma'am.
Oh, come on, Pathaan. I was just playing along.
Would I talk to a superior like that?
No, never.
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