01x04 - Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

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I warned you.

The slightest carelessness
will lay years of work to waste.

Now your identity
has been revealed to them.

No, General.

You're mistaken.

But you said it yourself.

That CCTV foot--

By the grace of God,

that was the only CCTV in
the building which wasn't working.

The CCTV was blind.

And the security guard's corpse?

If they are even a little suspicious
that the servers have been breached,

they can trace your bug.

You have no idea
what Milind Phanse is capable of, 23.

And, clearly, you have no idea
what I'm capable of.

Our malware tracking system

is installed in
their m*ssile control system,

but you wouldn't
even know it is there.

It'll sit there quietly, buried under
thousands of services and programs.

Just like me.

Right up till we activate it
through the nerve centre

or its master facility.

Hmm.

So, everything depends on
the master facility breach?

Yes.

In the history of India,
no one else has ever

infiltrated the system
at such a deep level before.

And after the defeat in '99,

when I was betrayed by
the ones I considered closest,

there is no better way
to get back at them

than by humiliating them
completely like this.

It's just a matter of us
gaining control over their m*ssile.

Then let's see who can stop me

from taking over command
of the ISI again.

-Status?
-Sir.

Alpha team is in the red zone,
and Bravo team is on standby.

Bravo, this is Alpha.

Cover both the exits.
Nobody goes in until I say so.

Copy.

Sir, listen to me.

I have got this.

-Why do you need to--
-Come on, Basu.

I didn't join the service
to sit in an AC cabin.

Once a field agent,
always a field agent.

That boy hasn't moved
from there for 20 minutes.

What game is he playing?

Team Alpha in position.

I'm going in from the front,
you breach from the back. Fast.

Go on. Go...

Hold.

Move back!

Thank you kindly.

Let Gen. Riaz know that

all is well.

All is well.

Here you can see
the rescue operation in progress.

No t*rror1st organisation

has come forward
to claim this attack so far.

We have just received news that
five officers perished in the attack.

They are yet to be identified.


After the attack at Sea Wave Resort
four weeks ago...

Sir.

...this is the second such
heart-wrenching tragedy.

DEADLY BLAST AT JAYANAGAR
IN BENGALURU

Someone you knew, sir?

Not well enough
for it to affect me personally.

But well enough

to not treat their deaths
as a statistic and forget about them,

like these people are.

So, yes,

you could say that

I knew them.

Dealing with loss was never really
a strength of mine, sir.

Combat is just like life, Viraj.

The longer your life,

the more deaths you witness.

One minute they're right there
in front of you,

flying right next to you.

And another...

And when someone you love leaves

they take a piece
of your life with them.

Forever.

You think,
"Maybe I'll get used to this."

But the truth is

you never really
get used to the pain

of losing someone.

It's never just a statistic for you.

That's why,

in all the Hawks training exercises,

you have a zero-casualty policy.

Hmm.

My sortie report, sir.

Have you mentioned
the communication failure in this?

-Hmm?
-About that, sir.

I'm sorry.

"Control stick experienced lag."

It was a momentary snag

during the high-G
parallel manoeuvre.

I'm not 100% sure,
but I thought I should report it.

And this happened

after you crossed
the prescribed test speed limit?

I know you're very sharp, Vir.

But the sharpest arrow
shot in the wrong direction

can have disastrous results.

Roger that, sir.

-Mr. Bhatti.
-Yes, sir?

Did you speak to
Air Commodore Vibhas?

-I did.
-When does he get here?

Sorry about everything
that happened yesterday.

Come on, Mr. Detective.

You don't need to be sorry at all.

If you guys weren't here,
they would've hurt--

Dilawar.

His name is Dilawar Singh.

Uh...

wait a minute, I'll just come.

I guess this belongs to you?

Oh, this watch was here!

I scoured the whole base
looking for it! Thank you.

-If I hadn't found it--
-Myra would've k*lled you, right?

How did you know it was Myra's gift?

Look at your face!

As soon as you got Myra's gift back,

you started beaming.

Oh, by the way,

I heard you're dropping
your management course?

Who told you?

Papa?

And what else did
he tell you about me?

That you're free tomorrow evening,

and...

I don't want to brag, but...

this guy can cook
some pretty good food.

Aren't you moving
a little fast, mister?

I'm a fighter pilot.

Speed is a force of habit.

Fair enough.

But I have a condition.

Just name it.

You must

arrange for me to talk with Myra.

-On video call?
-Done.

-Promise?
-Promise.

All right then.
I'll call you back. Bye.

Excuse me, can you tell me
if I need to go right or left?

I'm a bit confused--

Get him!

Get him inside!

Come on! Inside!

Push his head in! Inside!

Come on, let's go!

What's wrong?

When was the last time
you saw Salim?

We haven't been able to
account for Salim's whereabouts

for the last 12 hours.

The local authorities here
have searched all the roads

leading to and from
Windup Cafe thoroughly.

There's no trace of Salim
or his car.

Sir, I think I've got something.

Patching it in.

I've been scanning
through the visual data.

This is CCTV footage from
a bank ATM on the Kasol bypass.

Around 7 km away from Windup Cafe.

-Dilip, just pause it right there.
-Yeah.

Zoom in.

-That's Lala!
-Who's Lala?

Mehrab Hussain,

a former Hizbul commander.

Maybe he set up the ambush
at our base for information.

Right. This is Hizbul's usual MOD.

Even when they attack in the Valley,
they usually do recce of the bases.

So, after this point,
on jungle terrain,

they will have to be on foot.

They have a 12-hour headstart

even if they're going for the LOC.

They will be picked up
somewhere on this highway.

They would have not
crossed the jungle yet,

so we can catch them.

Or maybe they're not heading
towards the LOC at all.

And it's just a decoy.

Why do you think so?

If they were here for a recce,
they'd only be interested in intel.

They're militants, not morons

who'd cover such a large distance
with a missing pilot in tow.

And if they get the intel
they're looking for,

-then Salim is just dead weight.
-Exactly.

We don't have much time to save him.

I will dig up the details of known
Hizbul associates and sympathisers

from the ATS.

Mr. Bhatti,
request military intelligence

to share the satellite feed
of this area.

-Hepters on standby.
-Sir.

Till we zero in on Salim's location,

not a word of this gets out.

-Clear?
-Yes, sir.

You're right, sir. He's one of us.

We should be the ones
looking for him.

Sir, I think we should
split into two teams.

We can airdrop
one team into the area

so that, once we have the location,
we don't waste any time.

In the meantime,
hepters can do an aerial scan.

I agree, sir.

Sir, I can handle mission control,
help them triangulate the location.

Let's get him back.

Wheels up, guys.
Let's get those drones in the air.

Seriously, friend?

No greeting, no pleasantries...

All well at home?

If you tell me the name of
your commanding officer,

the names of all Hawks officers,

their ranks,

and the number of fighter planes
and choppers on the base right now,

then all will indeed be well.

Buddy, I can't recollect a thing.

Remember anything now?

All the information
about the Hawks. Now!

Yeah. Are you sure?

Okay.

Guys, a local tracking guide

spotted five people
descending from the Chail Trail.

Towards the jungle.
Their faces were covered.

-Pull up the map, please?
-Yeah.

Can you zoom in?

Yeah.

After this point,
there's no habitation until the LOC.

They have to be here.

It's getting hotter, guys.
Shome, Perry?

-Sending you fresh coordinates now.
-Yeah.

Thirty seconds to drop, guys.

Look, Salim, I don't like jokes.

By now you probably understand that.

Yes.

Absolutely.

-Then tell me.
-Okay, I'll tell you.

When an elephant proposed marriage
to an ant,

the ant started to cry.

The ant said, "My mother will
not allow an inter-size marriage."

Last chance.

Their names, ranks,

any available information
that you know of

tell us.

Speak!

I need to take this, guys.

I'll be with you in a moment.

I have a surprise for you.

Papa's not at home.

You can leave your name with me.

I'll pass along the message.

Seriously, Salim, my friend?

We thought you were one of us.

But, unfortunately,

the brunt of your hollow patriotism

will have to be borne
by an innocent child.

Not my child.

Then tell us.

You're amazing, Salim, my brother.

Amazing.

-Take the kid out.
-Hey, wait! Wait!

The love a parent feels for
their child is something else.

Speak.

After you k*ll my family,

don't make the mistake of
leaving me alive.

Salim?

How're you doing, buddy?

All well, Salim?

You don't look too good, buddy.

Everything will be fine.

There you go.

Salim, stop! That's an order!

Mission over, boys.

Acing a training mission
is one thing.

But the pressure of
real life-and-death situations,

it's something else.

I wanted to see

how you all would use your training

when the life of one of
your own was on the line.

Major Rajveer.

-Sir.
-Well done.

Before every mission,

pack your own a*mo.

Do not trust anybody else.

Check your mag.

There's no ammunition in there.

Only simunition b*ll*ts.

Myra is absolutely okay.

Not a scratch on her.

Congratulations.

You've passed the test.

Tarmac. 17:00 hours.

We have a special visit.

I want each and every one
of you to be there.

Good job, guys.

Hey, Karan.

Martha, what we have received
is the old report.

I want the latest report of
the machines with the new specs.

You know the Hawks have already
started flying these machines--

Wait, slow down.
When did you say you got the mail?

This morning.

Come on, Martha, you're aware
of what happened the last time.

If this issue is not resolved,

this deal will fall through.

I need to speak
to your superiors immediately.

Okay, I understand.

Umm, can you just wait
till I get to the office?

There seems to have been
some confusion.

Just give me a few hours, okay?
I'll get there and call you.

sh*t!

Sir, I really think you should rest.

The time for rest has passed, Roma.

It is time to make sure
those assholes rest in peace.

How dare they?

Did you find anything in
the laptop we got from the site?

Sir, the blast was very intense.

And the laptop is totally damaged.

-Recovering anything from that--
-I don't care.

Just do it.

We have no other way
to find out what their next plan is.

Yes, sir, got it.

Sir, we've listed
all suspicious activity,

ranging from the smallest,

detected in Bangalore
in the last 48 hours.

Have a look.

And we also made a list of
all the high-alert incidents.

Have a look. Apparently,
there was a security breach.

Security breach?

-Code K Technologies?
-Yes, sir.

To be the best, you need
to learn from the best.

Today we have in our midst someone

who has flown each
and every aircraft

inducted into the Indian Air Force.

Air Commodore Vibhas Gupta.

All yours, Vibhas.

Since you're about to commence
your TRG

on the most advanced Gen-5 fighters,

let me give you an insight
on its capabilities.

-Recover! You're too low.
-I can't recover! I can't recover!

Mayday! Mayday!

The series V JT-18s

are some of the safest
fighter jets ever made.

Sahej, recover, you're too low!
You're losing altitude!

I'm unable to eject!
I'm losing altitude!

Designed to eliminate
any manoeuvre or control errors

that could lead to fatalities.

It's stuck, it's stuck!
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

But, a few years ago,
one of our own went down.

This report says,
during an air show in Sweden,

Gen-4 JT-18 fatal crash.

I read up about my machines.

-It says Squadron Leader Sahej--
-Sahej Prakash. I know.

Rather unfortunate.

Sometimes the best of the best
make a small mistake and

that's all it takes.

Sir, "a mistake"?

What happened, exactly?

The manufacturer JEKTEC,
the Swedish company,

the data box readings
that they shared with us,

according to their analysis, Sahej...

he was doing a negative-G pushover

and got into
an unrecoverable position.

"A negative-G pushover," really?

More importantly that data box
reading showed that

the G-push was caused
by an ambitious manoeuvre

by Squadron Leader Sahej Prakash.

From which he could not recover,

and he crashed.

Basically, big or small,

whatever the mistake was,
it was the pilot's fault.

-I'm sorry sir, but that's bullshit.
-Vir, language.

That's right, Avantika.

Who would know that better than you?

You were there.

And that's why there are
no second chances in flying.

One mistake, and you're out.

Hawks, dismissed.

This is what we could recover
from Agent 23's laptop.

I lost six men in this raid.

At least their martyrdom
wasn't completely wasted.

Code K Technologies Limited.

Yes, sir.

They operate and maintain
our air defence system servers.

You mean Vayu?

Unfortunately, yes, sir.

Sir, this Agent 23, he's lethal.

For the whole time
he was inside the facility,

no CCTV footage is available.

He even wiped
the check-in and check-out logs.

Scan the footage of every
CCTV camera around that IT hub.

Get boots on the ground.

-Anyone that seems suspicious--
-Sir?

ATS has sent some new footage.

This is that

R&DND scientist,

Sidhesh.

And for the culmination
of the air show,

the JT-18 Hawk Gen-4 series,

with top speed of 2 Mach,

please welcome
ace Indian Air Force pilot

Squadron Leader Sahej Prakash.

He was a speed junkie.

He used to say that, when
you cross 2 Mach at 20,000 feet,

the world around you
screeches to a halt.

Everything becomes blurry, and
it feels like your body is flying.

Unrestrained. Free as a bird.

And that's how he flew away one day.

Why didn't you...

mention this to anyone before?

What would I have said?

I never wanted sympathy.

Sahej would have
definitely not wanted that.

He was a damn good pilot, you know.

So, are you ready to fly then,
Avantika Rao?

For that, I will first have to clear
the progress check sortie.

Or else GC Ranjan
will pack me off home.

Now I understand
why your call sign is Fighter.

Suits you.

Ready for some Hyderabadi biryani?

Runway 243, all clear.
I will be giving you a go-ahead

as soon as we need to take off.

Sir, I don't think
Avantika is ready for the P-check.

We should give her
a little more time.

Ready or not, life waits
for no one, Mr. Bhatti.

She knew what she was getting into.

It's time she proves it.

I'm stuck! Mayday!

Mayday, mayday! I'm stuck!

I can't pull up!
I can't eject! I can't recover!

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Good going, Fighter.
Focus on the drill.

Whenever there's
a tense situation in combat,

I close my eyes
and imagine you there.

With me.

In the skies.

That's it.

Then I can do anything.

Even the impossible.

Great going, Avantika.

All right, fighters.
Let the exercise begin.

Show me what you've got, Fighter.

Razor, let's see who wins this.

She's back.

Bravo, Fighter.

Finish your sortie
and return to base.

Not so fast, sir.
Let's take this beast faster.

What the hell! It's stuck! sh*t.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

sh*t!

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

I'm losing control!

I have lost control!