Haider Page #2

Sir... Sorry sir!

Pan/ez sir...

- Hello sir...

Do we pay you to sing and dance?

I apologise, sir!

Do you know Haider?

Haider Meer.

Yes sir! I know him very well.

We did high school together.

- Find him!

You'll find him around the lake...

Take him home

to keep an eye on him...

Yes, sir!

Have a good day...

You rascal! Didn't I tell you...

to disconnect the phone before

brother Salman's movie.

- No... not that.

- Want some of this?!

Do you want some of this?

Slop!

Where are you going?

What's in the bag?

Check it...

- Yes, sir.

Your identity card?

And raise your hands...

Frisk him...

Hello Captain.

Salman...

and Salman!

Hello Major!

Haider... How are you?

When did you get back?

- You know him?

Know him?!

He's my sweetheart

Come on, let's get out of here

before curfew sets in.

Or some Major will be welcoming us...

in a military camp.

Let me carry the bag.

Haider, come.

Goodbye, Colonel.

Seated?

Let's go.

In Kashmir, God in heaven...

and the army rules the earth.

- And the army has a bible...

AFS PA:

The Armed Forces Special Power Act.

Khurram, my son is innocent.

He's been detained

at the Faraz cinema camp.

Please get him out.

Uncle...

I have no authority...

to free your boy.

I can't get him out...

but I can possibly save his life.

We have to shift him from

a camp to a prison.

We need to get him charged...

with a crime.

- Sir.

- It'll be a false charge.

A false charge.

That would get him

a court hearing.

Meaning...

no chances of dissapearance...

- Okay?

C-H-U-T-Z-P-A-H..

Chutzpah...

It is what it is.

Chutzpah?

What is it?

Once a boy was arrested

for the murder of his parents.

In the courtroom he sought...

a lenient sentence from the judge.

Bewildered, the judge asked...

How do you expect mercy...

after killing your own parents?

The boy replied...

Because I am an orphan now.

That my friends is chutzpah.

A Hebrew word.

- It does rhyme a bit with AFSPA...

- And similar in meaning too.

AFSPA...

Chutzpah...

Chutzpah...

- AFSPA...

- What will you do now?

The same.

Chutzpah!

I'll look for my father.

Where? In camps?

In prisons?

All of Kashmir is a prison.

I will look for him everywhere.

Jhelum, Jhelum, searching a shore

Jhelum, Jhelum, searching a shore

Jhelum, Jhelum, searching a shore

Jhelum, Jhelum, searching a shore

In whose eyes the sun sets

The sun sets in whose eyes

The waters of the river Jhelum

Have turned saline

Jhelum, Jhelum, searching a shore

Jhelum, Jhelum, searching a shore

Who to ask for how much longer

This pain we must continue to bear

Holding the hand of the blinded night

We must walk yet how much longer

Blood, blood, blood,

blood has become the colour of time

Blood, blood, blood,

blood has become the colour of time

Blood, blood, blood

Blood is a moulten ember

Blood is a moulten ember

- God! Oh God!

- I'm still alive...

- Thank you, Oh Lord! I am still alive!

- Gentlemen

- Delhi has approved Operation Nightingale.

We have complete support to

arm, fund and run...

the counter insurgency force...

- Complete support!

The enemy's foes are our friends...

Any individual or group...

anyone with a grudge against...

the Hizbul Mujahideen and

Pakistan's proxy war...

surrendered militants,

detainees, undenrials...

- will be our primary recruits.

Ikhwan-ul-Mukhbireen

The Army will run the operation

but your support will be crucial...

in recruitment and intelligence.

Let the Nightingale start singing.

It' s catch and kill.

- We need to nourish the Ikhwan

Ikhwan-ul-Mukhbireen ..

With arms, money, power...

Isn't that Kaul's house?

- Yes, he's in Jammu,

in a refugee camp.

I think he's moved to Bombay...

How many cases do you have?

About 75-80.

But why would they take up arms

against their own?

For freedom...

A prisoner will exchange

anything for his freedom.

Pan/ez...

What...

What do we get?

Delhi.

Take them away.

A dead militant is worth

a hundred thousand rupees.

Call the media.

- Yes, sir!

Haider...

Hear me out...

Who...

Who are you angn/ with?

And why?

He's not just your father,

but my brother too...

my only brother...

It's been...

Days since your mother

managed a smile.

She's been crying for weeks.

And you accuse us of singing...

and dancing in joy...

secretly?

She is my brother's wife.

My dearest sister-in-law.

Haider...

Here, take a look.

I am contesting the elections.

Do you know why?

Ask me why?

Why?

- For my brother.

What else!

Once I'm in power...

I'll tear open even] prison

and bring him home.

Uncle, you may wait

for the elections.

My battle has already begun.

"Armed Forces Special Powers Act,

Rule 4 of section 5 says -

Any person taken under custody under

this Act shall be handed over...

to the office in charge of the nearest police

station with the least possible delay."

The least possible delay...

It's been twenty days and

there's no word of him.

If everything worked by the book...

do you think Kashmir would

have been the hell it is?

Pandit Nehru promised Kashmiris

a plebiscite with the world as his witness

What happened?

- Let aside plebiscite...

Even the first condition

to plebiscite...

demilitarization...

did not happen.

When two elephants fight...

it is the grass

that is trampled upon.

I agree, uncle...

But I want to file a formal report

Don't mess with the army, son.

If you file a formal report...

the chances of finding him

will become even more bleak.

Rocky is good...

But you are in India...

Watch the Indian action hero...

Salman Khan...

Tell them...

This film was...

chutzpah!

- Yes.

What is Chutzpah?

It's a big film... a big hit.

A blockbuster...

Can I see it?

- Yes, sure.

Salman... Salman Khan.

- This guy?

Are you done shooting?

I'll eat...

- Come...

Yes please...

- Haider...

- Eat some more...

- Haider...

- Haider...

- I can't see a thing...

Salam Alaikum, uncle.

Princess...

Where's your prince?

Mister...

Your mother has been on a

hunger strike for two days now.

She won't even touch water till

she she sees you.

Open the door, sis-in-law!

I present to you

the sparkle of your eyes...

- your little prince.

My angel...

You know, if you go to Delhi...

you'll easily get a job.

Where?

The National School of Drama.

Please do stop your theatrics now!

What do you mean?

Why am I to blame?

Emotional blackmail...

ever since my childhood...

you would stop eating or leave home.

You would cry away

or threaten suicude.

That is how you sent me

away to Aligarh.

Banished me from my home...

away from my father...

If I hadn't pushed you to Aligarh...

you know well, where you

would have ended up!

What is this?

Where did you get this from?

I demand an answer.

It belongs to a friend.

I'll return it tomorrow.

Ah, now you are friends

with militants?

It's a pistol today,

tomorrow it will be a Kalashnikov...

Going for arms training in Pakistan?

Are you?!

Yes, I'll go across.

Sis-in-law...

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