01x02 - Darkest Hour

[bunniefuu]

[gate opening]

Salaam, sir.

How are you doing, uncle?

All good. Thanks to you.

Sir, I heard your platoon

is moving elsewhere.

Yes, uncle.

It must be difficult, right?

Every two years, a new destination.

Mister, we are not here for fun.

So, tonight is your last night here?

What's the matter, uncle?

You seem to be in a very

curious mood today.

No. I was just casually asking.

Who are these two?

I haven't seen them around before.

They are my wife's relatives

from Srinagar.

After all, how much more grass

can these old hands cut

Okay. Show me their ID.

Yes. Boys, show him your ID.

Check them.

- Go. Go on.

- Okay, Sir.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

[Title Montage]

Start from here.

Come this way.

Hello, Sir. All okay?

Hello, Sir.

[Pankaj] 'Good morning, sir.'

That bd's video.

How did you let it go on-air?

Sir, I am not sure.

Actually, it just somehow

slipped through the cracks.

Namrata hadn't informed me.

Do you expect me to believe that?

Your ratings must be off the roof.

By broadcasting a t*rror1st

like Abu Hafeez on prime time

you have given him

an audience of millions for free.

They use such interviews

for recruitment.

And that Namrata Joshi.

She must be thinking,

"Wow, this is real journalism".

Sir, I'll have a word with her

as soon as I go back to the office.

Remove the video.

I'll have it removed

as soon as I reach office.

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

And

Put a leash on her.

Yes, sir.

This better be good.

I am the chief guest here.

I know, sir,

but this is very important.

Can we just

Come. Please, come.

[Manipuri song playing]

What is this?

It's an email

from the US Defence Secretary.

Our joint army exercises

have been postponed.

What nonsense is this?

These are tactics to pressurise us

before the SAARC Summit, sir.

Anyway, they're not happy about our

new-found friendship with China.

That Senator Dalton's bill

will have this effect

I was not sure.

This is not good news for us.

Any reaction from Beijing?

It's a win-win situation for Beijing.

On one hand,

they're offering us friendship

and on the other hand,

they're providing infrastructure

for the economic corridor

with Pakistan.

And

Before the SAARC Summit

the Amnesty report

is going to be released.

And as usual, our Kashmir policies

are on top of the chart.

Come on, Satish!

The Amnesty Reports

have always been against us.

Sir, the reports getting published

and Joint Defence exercises

getting postponed

is bad optics.

In a few days,

Sunita ji is going to New York

to attend the General Assembly.

We should prep her.

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

I don't get it.

It's the biggest news

of the year

and you've taken it down.

I will decide how big a story is

and how much airtime it deserves.

Anything else?

I'm going to Srinagar.

Really? Why?

The ADGPI has finally accepted

our request.

We'll get a statement

from the Army Chief.

Knowing you, meeting the Army Chief

can't be your only reason, right?

Anyway, have a good trip

and be careful.

[helicopter whirring]

[cheers]

Bhairon Singh ji, Sood sa'ab

looks very happy today.

[Bhairon] 'Isn't it obvious, Sir?'

After yesterday's encounter,

he's sure to get a Sena Medal.

Not sure about the medal

but the regiment

will surely get a citation.

k*lling 55 t*rrorists

within 2 years.

Can the Bihar regiment do this?

[laughs]

Our

Our counting begins at 100, Sir.

Well played, Bhairon Singh.

Well played.

Well played.

It's been two months since

we've had a grand dinner.

Yes, it's going to be fun.

People from both platoons

will be together this time.

- Yeah.

- Did your leave get sanctioned?

[Maj. Sood] 'Ball ball'

Saved by a whisker!

Pass the ball.

It's not going to burst,

throw it.

[Gen. Arun] 'The credit for this

blood donation camp'

goes to GOC-in-C Balbir Singh

and his officers.

We are grateful to the Srinagar

District Magistrate and his team

because of whom

this camp has been organized.

Namrata Joshi, when we had met last

you were a junior correspondent.

And today, a senior news reporter.

How come you are here

and not on prime time today?

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Sir, the ADGPI rejected me from taking

your interview in Delhi many times.

So, I thought that,

let me catch you in Srinagar.

There was a time

when we used to hear

the news on TV.

But nowadays,

there's only breaking news.

I think you're talking about

Abu Hafeez.

I don't think there is anyone

in this country

who did not listen

to that t*rror1st's statement.

[phone vibrating]

Anyway, you got what you wanted.

I was just doing my job, sir.

Anyway, the Army hardly

ever issues a statement.

Every profession

has its restrictions.

You gave these people a platform

because of which

everyone heard them.

But the reaction to that

can be heard not in news studios,

but throughout Kashmir.

That is why I have come to you.

To give you a platform.

To hear your voice.

Ms. Joshi

my training has only taught me how

to terminate my country's enemies.

Your channel will get

a lot of voices

to fill your prime time slot.

But my platform is the battlefront.

And I only know how to k*ll

the enemy for my country.

Good day.

[engine revving]

-[Namrata] 'Yeah, Sarthak.'

- One text.

One text is all it takes, Namrata.

I'm sorry.

It was a sudden trip actually.

Since my interview went off-air

because of your boss's instruction

this trip is a reaction to that.

We won't talk about work, remember?

I know the golden rule.

[Sarthak] 'When are you coming back?'

I don't know.

What do you mean

you don't know?

I don't know, Sarthak.

Do you always know where

your boss is sending you and why?

And do you always know when you

will be back? Do you know that?

[Sarthak] 'Fine.'

I'm thinking of going downstairs

and getting drunk.

Not a bad idea.

Maybe you'll find someone.

[Namrata] 'After all, a government officer

is a prize catch.'

Was that a compliment?

I love you.

That's the problem.

I love you, too.

[knock on the door]

[door opening]

- Hello.

- Hello.

Is Fakruddin ji at home?

- I am

- Namrata.

- Yes.

- He has gone out.

But he'll be back any time now.

Please come inside.

- Okay.

- Oh, no.

You don't have to remove

your slippers.

Please come inside.

- He keeps talking about you.

- Really? How sweet.

- When did you arrive?

- Uh, I arrived today.

- Is everything okay?

- Yes, all good.

- Please sit. I shall get tea.

- Okay. Thank you.

Hello.

- How are you, Namrata?

- I'm fine. How about you?

- Please sit.

- Thank you.

When did you arrive?

- This morning.

- Oh, God.

Sorry. I couldn't come earlier.

No problem.

You are no longer an ordinary journalist.

You are a celebrity now.

No, no.

I am still who I was six years ago.

- A journalist.

- Always in search of a story.

Correct.

But two years back, you left my side.

How are you?

How would a father be

after losing two young sons?

I still feel

that they are roaming outside

hiding and having fun

in the curfew.

But they must be returning home.

They don't return.

I had never thought

that the kind of stories I used to search for

with my camera team in Kashmir

Feroz and Bilal would turn into

one of those stories.

After their death

it's as if time itself has stopped.

Time never stops.

And as you would always say

"If we have to

change the situation"

"then the honest people

must step out of the shadows."

Words I once spoke

sound alien to me now.

I hope your people

don't seem alien to you.

By the way

how are Imaad and Fariq doing?

- My informers?

- Are you in touch with them?

I haven't spoken to them

for almost a year and a half.

Do you want to create

your network in Kashmir?

I want to work with you in Kashmir.

But I don't think you want that.

Oh, when did you come?

- Just now.

- Tea. - Thank you.

- Would you like to have some tea?

- Hmm.

I'm very disturbed by one thing

that Abu Hafeez said.

I can see a story.

I'm thinking of collecting

some on-ground information.

I have forwarded you

Imaad and Fariq's number.

Tell them that I asked

you to talk to them.

Kashmiris don't trust outsiders

so easily.

Firstly,

the observation tower.

It is very important to silence

the sentry posted there.

Sir, we have completed the recce.

We will finalise the plan

in the next two days

and then attack.

Anyway,

they have a big feast tonight

for two regiments.

Their army will be

double in number.

Fools!

The big feast is today.

Two platoons are present together

and you are planning on attacking them

after two days?

- Sir, without preparation..

- With Allah's blessings

the attack will happen

tonight itself.

Two platoons are together.

Destroy both of them

We won't get

such an opportunity again.

Allah is with you.

Bye.

Bye.

Throw a grenade there

We have got orders.

We will attack tonight.

We don't have much time.

Get ready.

[Munir singing]

[applause]

[Soldier1] 'That was our

very own Munir.'

I think I should leave.

Boys, I think I should leave

otherwise,

the boys won't be able to unwind.

- Okay, sir.

- You guys enjoy yourselves, hmm.

Right, sir.

[Soldier1] 'Thank you, Colonel,

for your presence'

and giving us your valuable time.

Thank you very much.

I would like to invite on stage

a very good singer,

Major Sood.

A big round of applause

for Major Sood.

[applause]

Sir.

- Huh.

- Sir, we have a small request.

- The song that you sing on the

phone for madam - Hey, you!

- Madam?

- Oh man this

Can you keep a secret or not?

- It is everybody's request. - Oh, shut up,

man Everybody's request, it seems!

So, should I sing it?

Okay.

♪When I saw this girl

I felt like♪

♪Like a blooming rose♪

♪Like a poet's dream♪

♪Like a glowing ray of light♪

♪Like a deer in forest♪

♪Like a full moon night♪

♪Like a burning lamp

In a temple♪

♪When I hear a tone-deaf person singing,

I feel like♪

So out of tune, brother.

Even the enemies have run away.

Put on the music.

- Let's dance. Come on.

- Okay. Come on, boys.

["Badan Pe Sitare Lapete Huye" playing]

- Okay, boys. Enjoy.

- Boys, goodnight.

Enjoy yourself.

- I am tired.

- Already?

Okay, show me the photo.

I really look good.

- Blowing your own trumpet?

- Of course. Just look at this.

- Have you ever seen such a handsome guy?

- Right.

Oh, boy.

Dude, that's so cute.

Who is this?

Angel. My daughter.

Are you sure she's yours?

Hundred percent.

- How do you know?

- Scoundrel.

How do I know?

You are incorrigible.

Let's sit here.

Open-air.

But honestly, she's very cute.

- Thanks. - Seeing her

is stirring up paternal feelings in me.

Then let me introduce you to

Niharika's friends.

I said paternal feelings,

not marital feelings.

Which new girl was

that old song for?

Which girl?

♪When I saw a girl♪

Oh, God.

There was someone.

Already past tense?

Distance f*cked it up.

Apparently,

to maintain a relationship

you have to stay together.

Who knew?

Someone should ask me.

I couldn't even see my first child

being born.

Sometimes I feel

a corporate job is best.

AC office.

Go home after work.

Spend time with the family

and then go to sleep peacefully.

No?

One week.

You would get bored of it

in a week.

Imagine.

The way you partied in NDA

for the last three years

Yes.

Would you have done that

in a corporate job?

- Party?

- Obviously.

PT at 4 a.m.

Patrolling at night.

Where will you get such a life?

You get married,

then we'll talk.

Should I get married?

Before your body goes weak,

get married.

Hey. All is working well here.

- I'll leave.

- Stay back for a while.

Oh, no.

I am thinking I'll leave tonight.

- Where?

- Poonch.

We have met

after so many days.

- Let's have another drink. What do you say?

- Well

- What are you thinking?

- Fine. Since you're forcing.

- That's like my boy.

- Let's go.

[song playing]

[g*nsh*t]

[glass shattering]

[Soldier 2] Who's there?

Bilawal.

[g*nshots]

[grenade blast]

[b*ll*ts firing]

[grenade blasts]

Adil, Ali, Moin.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

From the front.

Moin.

[grenade blast]

Inform headquarters that we are

under attack. Come on, quickly.

[blast]

[shrieking]

[Wahaab] 'They've thrown many grenades,

sir.'

Will our boys come back?

Who would want to come back

from heaven, Wahaab?

- Our men are inside.

- Are you okay?

Yes.

You do one thing.

Take care of the things inside.

I'll take care of the LMG.

Go.

Sheikh.

Sheikh.

Out of the way!

[g*nshots]

[grenade blast]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[groans]

Saved by a whisker! Pass the ball.

It's not going to burst,

throw it.

[Theme Music Playing]