Black & White

'David, dad will take you and your friends to a music stop.'

'Your friends are waiting for you outside.'

'Get ready now.'

'Are you listening, baby?'

At my funeral,

I want everyone to be quiet and I want to lie on my right side.

While throwing mud on me, I want everyone to pray.

From dust we are created and to dust we shall return.

Amen.

On 15th of August, you need to go to Delhi's Red fort,

where the Prime Minister

and India's renowned personalities will be seated.

That blast will have an effect on the entire country.

The entry pass to the Red fort will be arranged by our Delhi leader,

Naeem Shaikh.

'In Delhi, you won't be recognised as Mahmood Albak but Numair Qazi.'

'Here are the documents.'

'Numair, who with his father, Basheer Ahmed and mother, Ameena,'

'was burnt alive in Gujarat riots.'

'We retrieved all of Numair Qazi's documents'

'and have declared him alive.'

'You will go to India with his identity and papers.'

'From today, your name has changed from Mahmood Albak to Numair Qazi.'

'Suicide bomber, Numair Qazi.'

'I, Mahmood Albak, take an oath'

'to sacrifice my life on the 15th of August at Delhi's Red Fort'

'and achieve salvation.'

'I'll kill hundreds of Indians at the Red Fort'

'as they don't respect the religion of Islam.'

'So that they realise the power of 'Jihad'.'

'Raj path'

'Chandni chowk'

Hello, how are you? - Fine.

Your name? - Numair Qazi.

What are your parents' names? - Basheer Ahmed and Ameena.

Numair, that is your room.

The room next to it is the bathroom.

This is my room.

Whenever you need anything, call me.

Our grandfather lives downstairs.

'I walked along'

'the never ending path.'

'This is my destiny.'

How does it sound?

Isn't it good?

No one might listen to my poetry,

but you and professor Mathur are all ears.

Stop bragging about your poetry.

No one is going to buy it.

I'm surrounded by tone deaf people.

I'll speak to you later.

Call again.

Grandpa, this is Numair.

Hello.

He is Basheer Ahmed's son, Numair.

Basheer Ahmed and Ameena

who were burnt alive in the Gujarat riots.

He's here looking for a job.

He'll shift as soon as he finds a job.

But without your permission...

Come.

Do you recognise them?

Yes.

They are my parents.

Jalal and Bilal's father and my sons,

Shakeel and Basheel loved each other.

And this is you.

You were 6 then, right? - Yes.

I'm sad about what happened with you.

Such incidents are happening all over India.

It happens with Muslims and Hindus.

It's all because of the political leaders.

In few years, even you'll have a family.

They'll be happy only if peace and harmony prevails in the country.

Right? - Yes.

Stop lecturing and let him rest.

Quiet!

How can we achieve peace

when there is no harmony in the house?

Freshen up and take some rest.

God will take care of everything.

Don't worry. - Okay, thank you.

150 years ago, our ancestors were the richest in Chandni Chowk.

But not anymore.

We are left with this old mansion.

All thanks to our grandfather.

In 1947,

he sold our property for Rs 10-20 to the Hindus.

The Hindus own all the property and we were left with nothing.

Hello?

Yes, Mr Naeem? Hello.

This is Jalal.

Everything is fine.

Everything is fine, we have reached home.

Numair is with us.

Consider half the work done.

That boy is god's gift.

Remember that.

Mr Naeem, the money,

if I could get half today...

Don't worry about it.

I just wanted to confirm.

Don't worry about that.

Bilal and I will accompany him till the 15th.

Give him the phone.

Mr Naeem is on the line.

Yes? - Bless you, my son.

I'm proud of every suicide bomber.

I've arranged an entry pass for the 15th of August.

Hamid will tell you our entire plan.

Okay.

I'm sure you'll succeed in your mission.

Okay.

Listen to one thing carefully.

You have 15 days only.

Only 15 days.

You will stay with your team

and watch every step you take.

You will keep an eye on the enemies.

God willing you'll definitely succeed.

I hope so.

Give me the tea.

This will be fun.

This will be fun.

You've taken responsibility for this operation.

But Mr Naeem, just remember

that you are Delhi's renowned businessman

and I'm a member of the Rajyasabha.

We are involved in this 'Jihad'.

But not directly.

Right? - You are right.

Imran, our computer engineer, has made a chart

of the entire area near the Red Fort.

Qasim will arrange the car and transport.

Salim will arrange the new chip for the mobile phone.

Salman Ahmed is better known as RDX.

He is Mr Moin, a sharpshooter.

They'll be with you on the 14th and 15th of August.

God is with us, our destination lies ahead.

Imran, give him a copy of our plan.

Sorry, Mr Hamid. I was late.

I attended a birthday party at Mr Vinod Kumar's place.

I was drinking till 4 in the morning.

I'm sorry, I made a mistake.

May I shake hands with him? - Sure.

Hello.

I don't respect men who disrespect Islam.

One information is confirmed.

A terrorist group has targeted

Delhi's Red Fort, the Parliament and India Gate.

The attack is planned on the 15th of August.

Some of them have come to Delhi

and have settled in the vicinity.

Especially in the area of Yamuna nagar, Pritampura,

Chandni Chowk, Shahdara and Ghaziabad.

We have to cover these areas first

because I have another information.

These terrorists include few suicide bombers.

"Allah is the truth."

"Allah is the light."

"Glory to Allah."

"Allah is in the soul."

"Allah is the truth."

"Allah is the light."

"Glory to Allah."

"Allah is in the soul."

"Allah is the truth."

"Allah is the light."

"Glory to Allah."

"Allah is in the soul."

Hello. - Hello.

Hello. - Hello.

This is my cousin, Numair.

Hello. - Hello.

Where do you stay?

He's staying with us for few days. - Okay.

How is your grandfather? - He is fine.

I'll leave, bye. - Bye.

"When will my prayers be answered."

"Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya."

You'll have to be amiable with the people here

else you won't survive till the 14th August.

A suicide bomber can't operate without local support.

Yes, sir.

I'll scrutinize the rich and affluent people.

Do one thing. - Yes?

Put all boys between the age of 20-30 under the scanner.

We'll definitely find a clue.

"Allah is the truth."

"Allah is the light."

"Glory to Allah."

"Allah is in the soul."

Brother Bilal!

Yes? - I've seen you on the rooftop after a long time.

Are you bird watching?

It's my terrace, I'll do as I please!

I went to bed early last night,

which song topped the charts?

Go and ask your father, he is sitting downstairs.

Why are you being so rude?