Hostages (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Plan B - full transcript

What's up, buddy?

Only two shots fired,
and you got scared?

The situation's under control now.

Go ahead.

Isn't he full of witty remarks!

Oh, shit!

No, explain to me.

Your officers fire shots
without orders?

Fucking hell!

Does this look like
an encounter situation to you?

Sir...



he had reason to believe
that a hostage's life was in danger.

That's why he fired.

Sir, I take full responsibility‐‐

What all will you take
responsibility for?

But, sir, we were the first
to show aggression.

But they were the first
to fire a shot.

Don't forget that!

Bloody piece of...

I don't think
they're going to kill anyone else.

Ayesha, please.

You anyway think

that they're some peaceful followers
of Mahatma Gandhi.

They've already killed a guy
and tossed his body outside.

They are clearly no saints.



This is the last one.

Did you have to say that?

Sir, I know what happened
wasn't right.

But we have an advantage now.

Sir, I've spoken to their leader.

I think we should ask him straight up
what he wants.

You still want to dialogue with them?

Do you have a better plan?

You don't, right?

So, until you don't work out
a safe and logical plan

to go inside,

let Ayesha do her thing.

Yes!

Time to get the patient in.

Yes, sir.

Hello.

Peter, are you all right?

Yes, I am.

I'm sure the phone
must be on speaker.

If it's not,
then put it on speaker now.

I want them to hear
our conversation.

Go on.

Look, we will no longer communicate
through Peter.

Whatever communication has to happen now
must directly happen between us.

Or there won't be
any communication at all.

It's your call.

Go on.

Well...

Firstly, I'd like some reassurance

that all the hostages
inside are all right.

‐They are so far.
‐ "So far"?

I don't think you understood
what I told you earlier.

I had asked you
to stay away from us.

If you don't stop with the antics,
then more people will die.

We shouldn't have fired that shot.

‐Had I known‐‐
‐Well, if you don't know,

then why am I even talking to you?

Because I'm your only option.

Whatever it is that you want,
you can tell me.

For now, I don't want
any kind of interference.

Okay? Everything is going to be fine.

Usually, mothers are life‐givers,

but, this one time,
you can thank your father.

Come.

Prithvi?

Just calm down.
He'll call you on his own.

Why the hell should I calm down?

He can keep sitting calmly in office for
all I care! But he's fucked my mind, right?

‐You've only been suspended, not dismissed.
‐And why've I been suspended?

For what joy?

Because I didn't follow the hierarchy?
Who the fuck is he?

And who the fuck gives a fuck
about hierarchy, man?

Yeah, but it could also be
that you're making this case a big deal?

‐Seriously?
‐Look.

I mean, you can't just act
based on your gut feeling.

My gut feeling?

Do you know
what my gut feeling really is?

That all of you are stupid assholes!
So, fuck you!

As the blood count increases,

Saba will start to improve.

You'll definitely see a difference
in a couple of hours.

God willing.

Only you could've done this.

Thanks, buddy.

So, now tell me.

What am I supposed to say
to these noble people when I go outside?

Say whatever comes to mind.

Except the truth.

Those bastards will destroy
my release papers.

Asghar, the entire media is outside.

They won't risk anything.

All right, my friend.

Goodbye.

This can't be
the last time we meet, Prithvi.

I'd love the joy of bumping into you
at a cafe someday.

Okay?

This?

This is an old construction, Aman.

The British had built
these sewage systems across Delhi.

I don't know
where this manhole will lead to.

Do you think we could find a way out
through here?

Yes.

I'm on it.

Should we start with our questions,
or would you like to say something?

Not enough sugar.

Why did they want you inside?

I sing really well. Shall I?

Were you playing musical chairs inside,
you fucker?

You don't believe me?

Listen.

Insiders won't be let out

And outsiders won't be let in
So think‐‐

‐Bastard! Did you dance for them too?
‐Dutt!

‐Dutt.
‐Motherfucker!

You fucker!

Just answer what you're being asked.

Or else, your next concert

will happen in Tihar Jail.

That's out of the question.

You kind men have signed
my release papers.

This release form, right?

I'll make this into a paper plane,
and throw it right in front of your eyes.

I'll fuck your happiness!

And that plane will land
right there.

Nation wants to know.

‐He is a tough nut. He didn't crack.
‐Fucking cocksucker!

It's also possible that
he knows them from Afghanistan.

Taliban, Al‐Qaeda, JeM...

Could be any connection.

This is exactly what they want,

that we get caught up
in their nonsense.

They are trying to mislead us.
That's it.

And that fucking bastard...

He's of no use. Let him go.

And what if he speaks up?

"Afghan doctor
identifies his associates

"in the Rajokri hostage situation."

And if they get wind of this news,

they'll definitely panic.

I have just the pawn for this.

Good.

If you have the pawn,
then make your move.

There goes your plane
crashing down, fucker.

No, you won't do well in journalism.

You should do soap operas,

ones with those
oppressed little housewives.

Kanika.

What's up now?

I'm standing behind the barricade,
aren't I?

What's the problem?

I have information for you.

The Afghani has given us a statement.

And why exactly are you sharing this
with just me?

I am only doing my job.

It'd be good if you'd do the same.

I'm doing my job too.

But you mistook it for interference.

Anyway...

what did the Afghani say?

He's identified the kidnappers.

Who are they?

That's for later.

This is good enough for now.

You're the journalist.

You know how to spice things up.

And why are you doing this?

To be honest...

I'm doing it for me.

As if the pressure of replacing Prithvi
wasn't big enough,

I had to end up with a case
like this in my first week on the job.

I hope you know what I mean.

If we work together,
we could both benefit.

So, make me look good.

Finally the important bit.

Every seventh‐eighth house,
has a similar manhole.

The blueprints of some of the old underground
tunnels are in the MCD plans too.

Maybe through those I could find out

where our tunnel leads to.

Good job, Aman.

Let me know if you find anything.

Okay.

Is the transplant done?

Thank you.

I didn't have the courage it takes

to save someone's life that I...

Won't the police trace you
if you use the Internet?

They definitely will.

But the IP address will be Nepal.

Great.

Can we get the news on this?

I mean, can we see
what's going on outside?

You could use any of these windows
to look outside.

You'll know what's happening.

I get that,

but let's just see how famous
we've become.

Okay, let's check out the news.

Asghar Nabi's big reveal!

He has revealed the names
of all the terrorists

in the Rajokri hostage situation.

This doctor's gone
and told the police everything!

One second.

Motherfucker!

‐Motherfucker, one after another‐‐
‐What happened?

That doctor has vomited everything
to the police.

Do you know what this means?

No, you don't get any of this.

Come, come, that Afghani friend
of yours has screwed us over.

Go have a look.

It's all a load of crap, Peter.

But...

Are we fucking idiots?

They're fooling us.

And you are getting fooled.

I know Asghar really well.
He'd never do this.

They've faked that news, Peter,

so that we panic,

start fighting amongst ourselves
and make some wrong move.

They are playing mind games with us.

Yeah, you're omnipotent, omniscient,
and you know everything.

Even if we assume for a minute,
that you're right,

we're still stuck inside here,
aren't we?

How will we get out of here?

‐Calm down, Peter.
‐How will we ever get out of here?

There is a tunnel,

which is connected with this manhole.

But I am not sure where it opens up.

It's so ancient

that it might've been blocked
since ages.

Or it may be open.

But we'll only know
when we get there.

But how does one get there?

At night.

In the darkness.

There's a sniper stationed there.
He has night‐vision binoculars.

He won't miss
the slightest movement.

If someone has to leave here,
which way would he head?

Through the jungle, obviously.

I have an idea.

I want to talk to you.

Only you.

Face to face, inside here.

Perhaps he wants to surrender.

He could've told you that
on the phone too, right?

Exactly.

Why face to face?

Maybe he thinks I'm under
some kind of pressure here.

A man who can kill someone

and toss his body out
with the entire country watching,

I am sure

he won't be ashamed
of blatantly lying.

I don't think he is lying.

But why take chances?

I mean, he just wants to talk,
right?

So, we'll send in an armed mediator.

Perhaps he trusts me, sir.

But we don't trust him.

Credit me with some experience,
please?

I can tell who's lying
and who's not.

Trust me.

Are you sure about this?

Sir.

That's it. Stop right there.

I thought

we were going to talk face to face.

We want to end all of this

without any bloodshed.

We seem to think alike.

We'll release all the hostages,
but we have a few conditions.

I am listening.

We want a vehicle

to get to the airport.

We want a chartered plane there
waiting for us,

and we'll need the details
of the pilot in advance.

Our plane will take us to Rangoon,

and you will not try
to extradite us.

I don't have the authority
to commit to any of this.

I will have to talk to my seniors.

Then talk to them.

But I, too, have one condition.

You will have to assure us

that you'll be good on your word.

You will release
one hostage immediately.

As soon as we see that our conditions
have been accepted

on the news,

we will release Sarah.

Okay.

Go on then, talk to them.

Excuse me?

Hello, excuse me?

I was here for a meeting
earlier today.

And I think I left my phone behind.

‐Who was the meeting with, ma'am?
‐What?

Which floor was it on?

My meeting was
with the security team.

Okay.

Tell me your number.

We could call and check.

The phone is on silent,
so it won't ring.

I'll quickly check.
It'll hardly take two minutes.

Okay.

I found it.

Listen.

Where's the washroom?

‐That way.
‐Just a minute. I'll be back in a minute.

Fuck!

Well, I hope you understand

that, to meet their demands,

we'll have to seek permission
directly from the Home Ministry.

Sir, they might agree

when they realise

that these people are ready
to release all the hostages.

Anyway, right now, the government's
completely tied up with

Handa's funeral arrangements.

Exactly.

They wouldn't want any additional pressure
on their heads right now.

We might get lucky.

Yes.

So, sir...

should I start making the calls?

By the way,
you are a very strong negotiator.

‐Cheers.
‐Thank you, sir.

Meaning?

I mean, at some point or another,
everyone's past

catches up with them.

I still remember.

I was seven years old.

One day, I got back home early
from school.

My father's bedroom door was ajar.

When I looked inside...

I found that my father

was with my aunt.

That was it.

That incident's been

etched in my memory ever since.

I never brought it up,

and my father never asked.

I just...

hated him my entire life.

When he was breathing his last,

he asked me the reason for my anger.

And all I could tell him was...

that he was never worthy of my love.

And you?

They're willing
to accept all your demands.

But, before that,

you'll have to do what you promised.

You're smiling through your tears.

Take care of yourself.

Everything will be okay, Saba.

Don't worry.

Can you look at me, Prithvi Singh?

Look after Peter.

‐Are you all right?
‐Yes.

Cover her.

The terrorists have finally released

pregnant hostage Sarah George

after 48 hours, two whole days.

And, as you can see...

Everything you saw inside,

everything you remember.

Even the tiniest of details

that might've seemed
insignificant to you.

You might've seen something,
heard something.

We want to know everything.

I didn't really see or hear much.

But today

their leader kept saying something
about the north side.

The bastard was trying to fool us.

There is no sniper
on the northern side.

He managed to fool us once, right?

But now we know his plan.

But, sir, whom do I station there?

The rest of my commando team is busy
with Handa's funeral arrangements.

I don't care who you send.

Send Srivastava with a gun,
for all I care.

But I definitely need
an additional sniper here!

Unit three, come in.

This is your commander. Over.

‐Copy, sir.
‐I am redeploying you.

Leave the jungle post. Over.

Copy, sir. Roger. Over.

Sarah's done great even while leaving.
That sniper's moved. Let's go.

If Prithvi hadn't brought me
here forcibly,

then I would've never been
able to help you.

I wish you would have understood this
without being forced.

We often make the right decisions
in life

when death is staring us in the face.

You're talking exactly
like a politician.

Now, I can't hide who I am, can I?

I've started to hate myself.

It might sound strange to you,

but I'm glad we met.

I am too.

Prithvi!