Crackdown - First Season

The gift suddenly got expensive.

Will your government be able to contain the joy?

Hmm?

He's not a Muslim.

He isn't used to going down on his knees.

He never prayed.

He never read the Quran.

After all, he works for the infidels.

Let the girl leave.

You aren't her guarantee.

You'll set an example for your country.

I'll make you an example.

Not just Quran, faith too defines a Muslim.

And I shall set an example for that.

What's about to happen isn't dependent on my survival.

It will happen,

and you won't be able to do anything about it.

Fucking bastard.

Are you alright?

Hmm?

- Rajesh. - Yeah?

Take Divya to the hotel and start packing up.

- We need to leave for Delhi ASAP. - Sure.

It'll take me some time here.

I'll see you at the hotel.

Come.

Come on. What's taking you so long?

Tell them I am coming.

They are not creditors, but our relatives.

- At least come out and greet them. - Five minutes.

- This is not done, Ashwini. - Five minutes.

This is just so embarrassing.

Yes?

So Hamid's interrogation or burial?

Burial.

Was it necessary to kill him?

We were about to get compromised, Chief.

Well done, boys.

By the way, is that girl alright?

Physically yes, but...

Any other intel?

Dad?

Come.

I'll come back and see you.

We would've never risked your life like this, if there was an option.

We sometimes just don't have a choice.

You know risking one's life in order to save thousands...

But it is not the same for RP.

He values one life just as much as thousands of lives.

Honestly.

He has done so for me.

He risked his life to save mine.

He would certainly risk it for you.

After all, he likes you.

I mean, I felt so...

Hence I said that, just to...

Guys,

I found this laptop in the bag.

Kathmandu Police shouldn't get their hands on it.

Hmm?

If you've called to say everything is fine over there,

I'll shove that very phone you're talking from up your ass, Narang.

Use all your resources in Kathmandu from your informers to the commissioner.

I don't want to hear you singing fucking praises of DO.

Got it?

I am only interested in knowing if and how they fucked up.

Got it?

Hang up now.

I heard a car approach so I thought it must be you.

What are you doing here?

I came late today so...

- I am just leaving. - Hmm.

- Shall I serve dinner? - No, carry on.

Go on.

Okay.

You're still awake.

It's not that late.

You came early today.

Looks like work pressure is less these days.

What?

Nothing, just an observation.

If me coming before you went to sleep is a problem then I can go back.

Really, I can go.

Yeah, right.

This...

- What's this attitude for? - Go have a bath.

You know what, Garima?

If you have something to say just say it.

Don't use this cocky and sarcy tone on me.

Got it?

Or else, let's do one thing.

It will be the best solution.

Let's just not talk to each other.

We'll be able to lead a serene life.

Oh, I see.

So not talking provides you serenity?

Fuck!

Don't bang the door,

Sadaa will wake up.

'Get in.'

'Let me go!'

'He risked his life to save mine.'

'He would certainly risk it for you.'

'After all, he likes you.'

'I mean, I felt so...'

'Nothing will happen to you.'

'Do you trust me?'

Hey.

Hey.

To the bravest girl I know.

Cheers.

Cheers.

So now?

Back to Mumbai?

Salon? Henna?

I'll first meet Deepak.

Today I felt as if I'll never be able to see him again.

I wouldn't have let that happen.

I mean I had told you,

I won't let anything happen to you.

Any idea how Deepak is doing?

What's the term used in Mumbai?

Kickass. Absolutely kickass.

He still hangs out with his friends,

but only for combined studies.

He is all I have.

So when he went to jail, I... didn't know what to do.

I'm really sorry about that.

You had your reasons.

We control our lives,

I guess that's the biggest delusion we live in.

At least something good came out of that.

He has started taking life seriously.

Hmm.

If he ever gets unserious again, just call me.

I'll send him back.

Will it be that easy to contact you?

It's not that tough either.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Got two minutes to spare?

I've 20. Talk to me.

Is everything alright?

You tell me.

Are you not happy with my wedding?

Hey, who said that?

No one needs to say anything, I can see it.

I don't understand.

Do you have a problem with Mahek?

Or with his family?

You are neither interested in meeting your own relatives,

nor being a part of the wedding's preparation.

What's the reason, Dad?

Let's get done with the same old reason first.

I was a little busy.

Hmm.

And now for the real reason.

I am your father, nurtured and raised you for 26 years

just so that you could one day all of a sudden...

leave me and go, all alone..?

Of course, I am happy for you.

But I am also a little selfish, and a little concerned.

Dad, you should be confident, not concerned.

After all, I am your daughter, right?

You know Mahek will take good care of me.