01x05 - Plan B

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Bravo, Fighter.

Finish your sortie
and return to base.

Okay, Fighter.
Let's see who wins this.

There's no way I'm gonna
let you get a lock.

We'll see.

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, I got you. I got you!

sh*t. Joystick's stuck.

Controls not responding.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!

Hard deck breached, Razor.
Mission over. Return to base.

Razor, return to base.
Return to base now.

Controls not responding.

sh*t, come on Vir!

I repeat, controls not responding.
Losing altitude.

Come on Razor, mission is over.
Do you copy?

Losing altitude,
I repeat, losing altitude.

Come on, Vir, pull up!

Viraj! Return to base, now!

Copy. Returning to base.

Good morning, sir.

-Sir?
-Hmm?

Look at this.

nKRY phones?

The same type our
top government officials use.

It's an exact copy.

Recall the phones from every
senior cabinet member, right now.

Seal this place.
Send everything to the lab.

Go through each
and every thing minutely.

Even the smallest thing could

give us a clue about
their next plan, Roma.

-Do it fast.
-Copy, sir.

Nizam called.

Your Delhi apartment
has been raided by the NIA.

So? Why are you scared?

Raiding the house and getting to us
are two different things.

How do you not get it, Sidhesh?
Your cover is blown. Your...

Take my advice and go underground
till things calm down.

You're the one
who doesn't get it, Sarah.

The fact that a jihadi infiltrated
and worked in the R&DND

as a scientist for five years,

the Indian government
will never let it go public.

You watched the news, right? Did
the press broadcast my photo? Tell me.

Abort the mission!

Did you hear me?

The evidence at your house
in Delhi--

Will never be found, General.

And if they are?

It will take them months
to go through all the clutter.

Don't be stubborn, Sidhesh.

We've waited this long,
we can wait some more.

Don't talk to me
about waiting, General.

Ever since I was a child,

waiting is all I have done.

Waiting to be
of service to my country.

Waiting to accomplish something,

so that I can place flowers
on my father's grave, in peace.

And you're the one
who showed me my life's path.

You recognised and
used my talents well.

Now tell me, Mr. Riaz,

how am I supposed to
leave your mission halfway?

-So what now?
-Plan B.

-It is time to activate.
-Hmm. All right then.

As soon as you two
breach the master facility,

the extraction team will be ready.

-May God protect you.
-May God protect you.

When were you going to
tell me about this Plan B?

Come on, nice!

Then there were 12.

So Manju, what do you think?

Which 11 of us will be the ones?

The first Hawks?

Don't know about this rest,

but this Queen of Palampur
will definitely be one of them.

Palampur? Really?

Why? Never heard of it?

I have, but...

Oh God, don't tell me. Seriously.

So basically, Vikram Batra was
the King of Palampur and--

-Perfect.
-Not really.

-So, Your Majesty,
-Hmm.

Does your heart also long for more?

Hey, bro!

I'll have a cold drink too, please.

-Sorry, what?
-Just one, thanks.

Dork.

Nice one! Keep going, come on.

-Hey, Shome...
-Hmm?

Everyone else is safe,

but I don't think there's space
in the Hawks for three fighter pilots.

Plus today Avantika
qualified for the P-check.

Not just qualified, my friend,

she even snatched points away\
from Mr. Maverick here.

Isn't that right, Viraj?

Your chances don't
look too good, do they?

Hats off to Avantika, man.

-What a steal.
-Yeah bro.

Gotta hand it to her.

I mean,

her husband died and that too

because of a pilot error
and still she--

How do you know?

That it was a pilot error?

And that's why, my friend, you should
pay more attention at the briefings.

Didn't you hear what
Air Commodore Vibhas said yesterday?

I heard him spouting
the official line.

If it were up to him,
he'd put the blame for every crash

squarely on the pilot's head.

Anyone who tries
a wild manoeuvre is a bad pilot.

What you do,

where you follow every order
with your eyes closed,

fly the plane by the book,

does not make you a good pilot,

it makes you a good suck-up. Got it?

What did you say?

-Come on, say that again?
-Salim.

What was that? Say that again?

Guys, why you making it personal--

No, no, just a sec. He's not wrong.

Today we will see
which one of us is the pilot,

and which one is the suck-up.

Avantika Rao.

Sir, she's probably in her room.

-Everything okay here?
-Yes, sir.

Everything's fine.

Sir, you were looking for me?

Yes, Avantika.

Here is your P-check clearance.

Now you're cleared
to fly the JT-18, Avantika.

Welcome back to the team.

Thank you, sir.

Umm...

Sir, can I ask you something?

When you were
selecting pilots for the Hawks--

GC Ranjan already had an inkling.

Call it a gut feel.

He knew it would be difficult for you
when the JT-18 Hawks were deployed.

And still, he...

This is the man's greatness.

He has complete confidence in you,

that you wouldn't let your past
come in the way of your present.

Like the saying goes,

"Beyond fear lies victory."

Thank you, sir. Appreciate it.

-Hey, listen, one more thing.
-Yes?

If you had to pick between Viraj and

Salim to be on
the mission squadron with you,

who would you pick?

Umm.

With all due respect, sir,
I'm not here to judge anybody.

I understand.

But Mr. Ranjan has requested it.

Look, you've flown with
the both of them.

Also, did you know that the Hawks

is the first force

to be given JT-18 planes?

It's a matter of reputation.

The plane is worth


We should be discerning about
who gets to fly it, right?

So you're saying there's
a technical fault in the new planes?

I'm not a 100% sure.

But maybe.

Have you spoken to the GC?

-Not yet.
-What about Salim?

Sorry, umm, Avantika?

How can I tell Avantika?

She's just about recovered from
the shock of Sahej's death.

Like, literally today.

-Sahej!
-What about him?

Sahej's plane which crashed
at the Sweden Air Show.

They must have some data on it.

-Who are you calling?
-My friend, Dev.

You're right.
I should speak to GC Ranjan.

Before it's too late.

My P-check.

Congratulations.

Umm, I need to talk to you.

Listen, I need to talk to GC Ranjan.

-Can we talk later?
-Actually,

that's what I wanted to talk about.

About what?

Come on, Viraj. If you think

I didn't notice what happened
with you during the mission today,

that's not the case.

You breached a hard deck
of 10,000 ft. today and

the verdict is that you broke
the rules of engagement again.

I know that luring you down
to the hard deck

was a part of my strategy
and you took the bait,

but now a serious report
on your inability

to follow flying instructions
is being filed,

and I feel responsible.

Mr. Bhatti also said that there's
place for only two pilots on the team.

Viraj.

Sir,

for all the hours that
Manju has clocked,

she has been exceptional.

Rupesh and Praveen have also
completed their HAZMAT suit training.

That means we are down
to our last twelve.

If you're not the best, you're dead.

Oh sir, Karan from Delhi
called yesterday.

-From the procurement team.
-Hmm.

He asked for the 4th stage reports
from the JT-18 induction.

Tell the technical crew
to send it with my sign-off.

-It's a green flag from me.
-Yes, sir.

Yes?

Who?

Send him in.

Sir, there's a problem.
I need to talk to you urgently.

Viraj.

I'll...

I'll come back later, sir.

Yes, we'll fix that meeting.

Hold on.

This is not right, Satish.

It's unbearable now, please.

Stop being so dramatic, Ratna.

This is all drama to you?

I've been a bystander for too long.

I've been lying to myself
and to Viraj.

Telling him that his Papa is at work
setting up the new factory.

Or that he's on a foreign trip
with his partners.

Hoping the whole time
that you would come through,

not for me but for Viraj.

But enough is enough.

If you leave this house today,

then don't bother coming back.

All right. If that's what you want.
Whatever you wish.

Satish!

Viraj.

Viraj.

Viraj, listen to me, son,

for God's sake,
listen to me, please.

Viraj.

Viraj, listen to me
one minute, please.

Son...

You didn't tell me
you were posted here.

You could've made a phone call.

It's been 18 years since you left.

Figured your number
might've changed.

Viraj, I can see how you feel.

But I have no hard feelings,
neither towards you,

nor towards your Mom.

Look...

I did what I thought was necessary.

I wanted something else out of life,

and you guys...

We were dead weight.

Tell me one thing.

In the last 18 years,
it didn't strike you even once

to find out where we were,
how we were?

That still
doesn't change anything, right?

-You're still my son.
-Changes everything.

You know what.

I did come to see you.

But then I saw you
with your family.

The family that you wanted.

I couldn't bring myself to come in,
so I turned back.

And I've been wondering if
that was the right call or not.

But it's clear to me now.

I was right.

And yes,

I know you're signing some

manufacturing contract
with the Air Force.

Ball bearings or whatever it is

that your father-in-law's
company used to make.

But remember one thing.

When you enter
a contract with the Air Force,

you have to drop all your
other existing clients.

But that's an old habit of yours.

So I'm sure you'll be fine.

India's Vayu m*ssile system.

Forgive me, Mr. Riaz, but

this is old news.

The real breaking news
is, gentlemen,

that these missiles

can be controlled
through a bunker in Sialkot.

Go on. We're listening.

For any air strikes against India, these

surface-to-air missiles function as
its first line of defense.

They can stop attacks 800 k.m. away.

And taking advantage
of this head-start,

the Air Force can
scramble its fighter jets

and prepare to retaliate.

They...

can take off from any
of the 60 stations.

And depending on the distance
from the location of the attack,

at the very least,

it would take them 9 nine minutes

to launch a counter attack.

What if there is an air strike,

but the radar on these
missiles has no idea about it?

What then?

After entering Indian air space,

for around nine minutes,

if there was no counter attack,

how much damage could you inflict?

So you're saying that the controls
for India's Vayu m*ssile system

are with you?

[please provide translation]

We just need to have a little patience.

My agents are on the field,
risking their lives.

It's a delicate juncture.

If you have any reservations,

then there is no dearth
of enemies of India, gentlemen.

But waging a w*r
on India at this time...

Islamabad won't agree.

I spent a few days
outside the country,

and the nation's ready
to topple over?

And what would this cost?

Your seat.

And then, God willing,

Islamabad isn't too far off.

You were right, sir.

The digital signature of
this device confirms that

it was allotted to the R&DND chief.

And through its replica device,

he was intercepting
our communication.

Hmm.

Sir, in the last five years,

Sidhesh

applied for leave just three times.

And all three times under the pretext
of his mother's medical treatment.

Let me guess.

His mother is not even alive.

Which makes him a perfect spy.

No strings attached.

What has our Bangalore
tech team found?

Nothing.

The servers are left exactly
the way they were before.

Sidhesh hasn't left a single clue.

But the girl who was with him?

-Sarah Ali.
-Hmm.

POK-born, but migrated to the UK.

Has links to both, Al Qaeda and ISI.

Well trained in guerrilla warfare

and an expert in IEDs.

The question still remains.

What do they want to do
on Indian soil?

Exactly.

Sir.

This is the card that he used
to enter the Kolkata facility.

And no alarms were raised.

DShield Solutions?

-Roma?
-Yes, sir?

Get me the details of
the Vayu air defense system servers.

Yes, sir. Vivek?

-Vayu air system.
-Yes, Roma.

Right...

Uh, sir? Got it.

This means that their next target is--

Hyderabad.

Viraj? Everything all right?

Sir, sorry to show up like this.

But the situation calls for it.

Come in.

Come.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Flight Lt. Shubha.

We met during a rescue mission
in Himachal Pradesh.

In 12 hours we extracted 450 people.

You know what they say.

When the going gets tough,

the tough get going.

I don't know what
she saw in me, though.

We were married the next year.

I remember her from
my TACDE days, sir.

-Lovely person.
-Yeah.

That she was.

Too lovely for the world, in fact.

The world didn't deserve her.

Gracious,

polite to a fault.

Her immune system went rogue.

Multiple Sclerosis.

After Shubha died,

the Force became my life.

And even then my batch-mates

had become
Air Commodores and Air Marshals.

And me.

I just lost purpose.

Until the Hawks.

The Hawks mean everything
to me, Vir.

Drink?

Did you speak to Satish?

No, sir.

You wanted to say something?

Sir, I believe there's
a fault in the JT-18 planes.

What?

You must have received
today's mission briefing.

I didn't break
the hard deck on purpose.

The throttle just got stuck
and the saturation control--

Did you report this to the tech crew?

No, sir.

Bhatti?

No sir, I wanted to tell you first.

After you there have been
six sorties on that plane, Viraj.

And before you, 23.

Not one single complaint
of control saturation.

I have flown that plane myself.

I don't see any problem.

I understand sir, but

you have to trust me.

Really? Trust you?

The manufacturer in Sweden has
sent over the latest MTBF reports.

It all looks good.

The previous versions
did have some glitch,

but they fixed it.

So you don't trust me.

Then send me back.

Send my paperwork to my CO.

Sir.

Viraj.

Sir, I'm not interested in
becoming a statistic, like Sahej.

Or dying.

Now I get it.

You're scared.

I get it.

Hard childhood. It was difficult.

And I also know that you're currently
the lowest-rated pilot in the team.

Plus, you met your father today.

Running from the problem
does not solve it, Viraj.

You have to face your fears,

and fight.

So stop making excuses,

and prove yourself.

You have no idea how wrong you are.

But you were right about one thing.

I have to prove myself.

Mark my words, sir.

That aircraft has a fault,
and I will find it.

Good night.