Kabir Page #3

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Does the school seem familiar?

'Ruksana!'

'Ruksana, please come here.'

'What are you doing?'

'Are you Ruksana?

- Yes.'

'This is for you.'

'Please take it.'

Ruksana!

Oh, for God's sake.. No!

Who are you?

Please let me go.

Let go of my father.

You are making a mistake,

believe me!

I really don't know anything.

I..

Please, I swear on Allah!

You are the best

of the human beings.

No one else.

You are the best. You..

You Muslims are the best

and

you are lying by swearing

on your very God!

I am not lying.

Trust me.

I beg of you!

What did Ruksana do to you all?

You are making a mistake.

Believe me, please!

My name is Ya..

- Yasmin Khatun.

Your father's name

is Mohammed Firoz.

You have already

divorced your husband.

At least that's what

your loved ones know.

Mohammed Firdaus lives in Germany.

But I know

that you two are not divorced.

You two met last year

in Turkey. And your mother,

Tarina Khatun

passed away on 11th December, 1992

in Bhopal.

Surprised?

Do you recall anything?

"O Lord.."

"O Lord.."

"O Lord.."

Your uncle, aunt and their son..

All of them were scared.

There was news about riots

everywhere.

Scared, your uncle removed

the flag from the terrace.

9th December.

There were rumours in the city

that some people had attacked

the Hindu Hostel for girls.

The Navbharat Times published

this news on the tenth

and the news of their tyranny

was published by Jan Charcha.

A description

of how the girls were raped.

That was followed by trouble.

- Open the door..

The one to knock

at the door was Mr. Pandey

whom you considered an uncle.

Open the door..

- Kill the bastard!

Drag them out one by one!

No one should be spared!

Get the bastard!

- And he was accompanied

by countless strangers.

Kill them all!

Kill each and every one of them!

No one should be spared!

Hey!

Come out!

Bring him outside!

Come on, come out..

Come out..

A peace parade began

on the 13th of December.

Even your aunt's ravaged corpse

was found

but it was said

that nothing of that sort

had happened in the girls hostel.

Nothing at all.

But the truth is, 31 people

had been killed in the city.

Countless homes were burnt.

Whose homes were they?

The best of mankind.

The people to whom God provided

the basic necessities.

The Muslims.

Your father was

in the Intelligence Bureau.

Your father worked

with the IB Department in Kolkata.

He moved to Kolkata

on the 13th of December.

Your father gave his house

in Bhopal to Mr. Pandey, legally.

So, Yasmin Khatun,

does all the information add up?

Where is Imtiaz?

Where is Imtiaz?

I would like to use the washroom.

Your mobile phone.

Hand it over.

There is another one.

I saw it.

Ms. Yasmin.

Sit down for a moment.

Your father.

He is sleeping now.

Do come back

from the washroom quickly.

Hello?

- Hello? Mr. Tamal..

Yasmin here.

Yasmin!

Yes, tell me.

Mr. Tamal, listen..

Dad is in grave danger.

What!

- Listen to me..

Some goons have him at gunpoint.

I see.

- Please do something quickly.

Inform the police.

Do something.

Please..

- Yes.. Wait.

I don't know who they are.

They have my father at gunpoint.

Hello?

Hello.. Mr. Tamal?

Damn it!

Yes..

- Mr. Tamal?

Please be quick.. Please..

Dad is in grave danger. Please!

Yes..

I will do something.

'The runners..

And..'

'They're trying to make..'

- Yes? - Babli?

Oh, it's you, M-Mr. Tanmay!

Isn't M-Ms. B-Babli home?

All right.

Listen..

Some goons have my father

at gunpoint.

At gunpoint!

At gunpoint?

- Yes.

Gun..

- What!

Who's this?

- At home..

Where are you calling from?

Whose phone number is this?

Please..

Do something..

What!

- Yasmin here. Yasmin.

'Again..'

- Yasmin? - Hello?

Oh, that girl!

- Hello..

Hello?

Please.. Do something quickly.

- Where are you?

How did you come to know

about this?

I don't know who they are

or where they are from.

Where are you?

I can't hear anything!

Mr. Tanmay?

Damn!

The call got disconnected.

Yasmin?

Ms. Yasmin?

Ms. Yasmin?

Open the door.

Open it.

What is the matter?

No..

This is of no use.

We don't work

without preparing well.

If you try anything again

then I will have your father killed

and I will finish you off.

Keep that in mind.

Hari..

No, sit. Yes.

Zoom on that.

A bit more.

DSP Mishra?

The SP's office?

Is this the SP's office?

Damn it!

What is the matter? - Move it,

you bastard! - Hey, what's this?

Move it..

- Who are you people?

What is going on?

- What are you doing?

I will call the police.. Hey..

- Move it.. Come on.. Why, you..

Hey, there he is!

Stop the car..

Hey, come on..

- What's the matter? - Move it..

Hey, move it.. Hey..

- Move it, you bastard!

What's the matter?

- Move it.. - Hey!

Come on.. - Hey..

- What the heck is this..

Hey, who are you people?

- Hey.. Hey, stop..

Why, you.. Bastard!

- Shut up..

The network is down presently.

Otherwise, I would have shown you

that your father is sleeping

and my men are guarding him.

My other men are stationed

outside Dowhill School.

They will be there all night.

Ruksana!

Ruksana, your 12-year-old cousin.

Your aunt's daughter.

The one you raised

after your aunt passed away.

She is sleeping in the hostel now.

Even I will take a nap.

If something happens

in the meantime..

I mean, if you call someone again

then your cousin in Darjeeling

your father in Alipore

and your husband, Firdaus,

in Frankfurt..

None of them will be spared.

By the way,

I never told you my name.

My name is Altaf.

Altaf Kabir.

I will take a nap.

In the meantime, you better decide

whether you will give me

Imtiaz's address or not.

This is the Duronto Express,

inaugurated by Mamata Banerjee.

It hardly makes any stops.

So, don't try anything.

Good night.

What have you decided?

You dozed off

while you were thinking.

Tell me.

Where is Imtiaz?

Let my father go right now!

Do it!

Or I will shoot you.

Call them up right now.

I will.

The men guarding

your father will leave.

The men stationed outside

Ruksana's hostel, Dowhill, Kurseong

will leave.

Even the men stationed

in Frankfurt will leave.

But that will happen only after

I find out where Imtiaz is.

I am not joking.

I am not joking!

Abir, Altaf..

Whoever or whatever you are

I am not joking!

Yes, you are.

Give me the gun.

What!

Yes, you were joking.

Bad joke.

There are no bullets in it.

Now, I am not joking.

Where is Imtiaz?

What is going on?

- What do you want, mister?

Is there any trouble?

Any problem?

- No, mister.

It's personal.

Forget it.

No, mister, this man has been..

- Just shut up!

Think of your father,

Ruksana, Firdaus..

Shut your mouth!

Hey, mister!

Why are you scolding her?

Ma'am, is there a problem?

Mister, I am telling you

for the last time..

Mind your own business.

Something is definitely wrong.

I feel something is not right.

I won't leave.

Don't poke your nose in this.

Last warning.

Get lost. - I won't leave.

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