Shershaah (शेरशाह)

"Durge Mata Ki..."

"Jai!"

Down!

Where's this coming from, sir?

- Move back! Move back! - Move back, now!

Go back!

Move back!

Go back!

Duck, now!

Screw you!

Attacking by stealth, sneaky bastards!

Just one more bunker, boys.

One last bunker, and we'll recapture Point 4875.

RL DET?

We won't get a clear shot, sir.

There's no option other than a Frontal attack.

Sir...

We won't survive, sir!

We won't survive.

Sir!

Sir!

To hell with them!

Sir!

Oh shit.

The way Mithun Dada danced...

What the hell!

Man, we won't get the ball back now!

Damn it, Vikram!

Told you so many times not to hit big shots!

How'll we get the ball from them now?

Don't be a wimp.

Hold the bat. I'll get it.

Hey, stop!

Don't pick a fight, Vikram.

Just wait.

He's going to get thrashed.

Give me the ball, please.

Do one thing.

Get on all fours and beg, and you might get it back.

Please give it.

Get on all fours, or get lost.

It belongs to me, I'm not going without it.

Really? Then take it.

Please give the ball.

Go ahead, take it!

Get on all fours!

Please give the ball.

Give it to me.

Give my ball back!

Mahinder! Give him the ball.. Leave him!

Mahinder! Give him the ball..

Mahinder! Give him the ball..

Give it back.

Brother, leave him.

Vikram, stop!

- Vikram! - Brother, let him go.

Come Vishal, we're done here.

Vikram was always like this.

Never afraid of standing up for himself.

Not even in front of our father.

Speak up!

No one can snatch my things from me, Papa.

Hey!

Stop arguing!

Fighting all the time...

Who do you think you are?

Have you seen your size?

They're a decade older than you!

They could've beaten you to a pulp.

But they couldn't, Papa.

This boy will bring us shame.

He's getting out of hand!

Hey! Do you want to be a goon?

I know what I want to be.

What did you say?

Eh?

You might remember that in the late 80's

There was a television show called 'Param Vir Chakra'.

But we didn't have a TV at home.

So we watched it at our neighbours' house.

"They fought for the British Army"

"against the Japanese forces in Burma."

"Major Somnath Sharma from Palampur"

"and his Orderly Bahadur Singh showed exceptional bravery-"

Hey Vishal!

I'm going to be a soldier. Wait and watch!

Whether it was Independence Day or Republic Day.

All the kids came wearing the school uniform.

Except for Vikram.

Be it any function, Vikram would go wearing the same Army uniform

It became embarrassing at times.

What does one dream of in one's early twenties?

Tons of money...

A luxurious life, big properties and a fat bank balance.

But Vikram didn't care about those things.

He grew up nursing just one passion, one obsession, one dream.

To be a soldier. To protect his country...

Come what may.

After dreaming for 21 long years

and a year and a half of training at the IMA...

Finally, Vikram proudly wore two stars on his shoulders.

It took him over 23 years to achieve his dream.

And finally, he was in Sopore.

Starting his journey as a Lieutenant

in 13 Jammu and Kashmir Rifles.

Jai Hind, sir.

Lieutenant Vikram Batra reporting, sir.

Jai Hind.

Captain Rajeev Kapoor.

Adjutant of 13 Jammu and Kashmir Rifles.

Welcome to the folds of 13 JAK RIF, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

Jai Hind, sir.

Naib Subedaar Bansi Lal, sir.

Jai Hind.

Ever been to Kashmir before?

No, sir. First time.

And it's my first posting as well, sir.

This is our headquarters, Lieutenant.

It used to be a school once.

The JKLF terrorists forced everyone out of here.

This is our base now.

Sir.

And listen, you've been allotted the Delta company.

This is your commanding officer, Major Mukherjee.

- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind.

Welcome Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

Subedar Raghunath Singh.

Jai Durge, sir.

Lieutenant.

Meet Lieutenant Sanjeev Jamwal.

And this is Lieutenant Vikram Batra.

Jai Hind, sir.

Jai Hind.

And meet Major Ajay Singh Jasrotia.

Sir.

- Jai Hind, sir. - Jai Hind.

Soldier, welcome to 13 JAK RIF.

Thank you, sir.

And youngster, the army's main task here

is to keep a watch on surrendered terrorists

and neutralize active militants.

One more thing.

We have informers everywhere.

They give us tips regularly.

As soon as we receive a tip, we swing into action.

We must act fast.

Remember, if questioned, be ready with the answers.

And if you counter-question, be ready for the answers.

Got it, sir.

What's your name?

Aarif, sir.

- Huh? - Aarif.

Where do you live?

Sanku, sir.

And where are you going now?

Going to Baramulla.

Show me your ID.

Focus on the traffic, Raghu Saab.

There are many wolves in sheep's clothing here.

One small slip can sink a ship.

- Hello Aunty Fareeda! - Hello.

- How are you? - Good.

Are these apples from your garden?

And how's Uncle Afzal?

He's good. Puffing on his hookah at home.

- Do give him my regards! - Yes. Will do.

Brother Gafoor...

Ah, Batra Sir.

Arslaan!

Get Batra Sir some hot Kahwa!

He likes an extra dash of cinnamon in it.

So, how is business coming along?

Not quite like the good ol' days, sir...

Don't worry. Everything will be okay.

God willing!

- Abbu, Kahwa. - Give it to sir.

Hello Arslaan.

Seeing you after a while!

Where have you been lately?

Just away with some friends.

I see!

You know how the young and restless are, sir.

He's always roaming around.

Careful, Brother Gafoor... This valley's full of slippery slopes.

Those who slip in Kashmir, somehow end up in Pakistan.

Seems like Sopore has become your hometown.

Everyone has become your Aunty or Uncle...

Sir has a knack for mixing with people very quickly...

Poison mixes with Kahwa very quickly too, Raghu Saab.

Enlighten him.

Right, sir.

Are you here on duty, or to make friends and relatives?

Sir, to discharge our duties here

one must keep close ties with the locals, right?

Also true, sir.

I'm aware.

But not so close that you get strangled some day.

This isn't a civil posting.