Saturday Afternoon (2019) Movie Script

1
Respect Holy Ramadan.
No eating in public.
Boss, what should we do now?
I am a foreigner here.
You are leading the mission.
You decide.
Hey, man!
What kind of recce
you and Ibtesham did?
I shouldn't have come.
It usually takes 20 minutes.
Don't argue.
It's a very bad job.
We were supposed to complete
the mission and leave in 15.
How come the police is here
in 10 minutes?
God knows!
We are following Plan C.
One more thing.
You don't need to pretend
you're a customer anymore.
I think everyone knows
who you are.
Don't share the plan
with the team right now.
Everybody come out
to the main dining room.
Everyone out!
Out! Out!
Everyone get out!
Foreigners, to your right.
Locals, left.
Two lines!
Two lines! Two separate lines!
Bangladeshis, over there!
Two groups!
Hurry, hurry!
Bangladeshis, that way.
Foreigners, to that room!
We're Japanese.
We are peace-loving Buddhists.
Peace-loving!
Killing innocent Muslims in Myanmar
is peace-loving?
I'm not from Myanmar.
I'm japanese.
I said move! Move!
Where are you from?
So you understand English?
Get the fuck out of this room!
Before you decide to kill me,
please think about my baby.
Please don't kill my child
before it's born.
I'm begging you.
Okay, so.
What about Western military
Who showed them mercy?
Go!
I'm an anti-war activist.
Go!
I'm begging you.
All you fuckers,
shut the fuck up!
As we'll be spending some time together,
introduce yourselves.
Start from the left first.
You, speak up!
I am Nader Chowdhury.
I live in Baridhara.
I work for...
a private company.
Recite the Al-Fatiha.
"Praise God, compassionate and merciful.
Praise God, Lord of all the worlds."
- "Compassionate and merciful..."
- OK, next!
My name is Masud Rana.
I came here from the office.
Stop, we understand Bengali.
My name is Masud Rana.
I came here to buy food
for my boss.
- I'm an innocent man.
- Look at me when you speak!
I'm an innocent man.
I did nothing wrong, sir.
OK, next.
Brother, my name is Faria.
I'm a student.
- She studies in North...
- Why do you speak for her?
Sorry.
Speak only when permitted.
I study at North South University.
Environmental Science. 11th semester.
North South University?
Yes.
Come closer to me.
Step forward.
That's fine.
Recite from the Holy Quran.
I told you to recite!
I said recite!
I can't remember, brother!
Then sing a song.
Sing, sing.
Won't you sing?
A Hindi song.
Two lines.
You can't recite the Quran.
You must know a Hindi song.
Am I right or wrong?
Sing two lines.
Not only two lines...
I bet...
you know a whole damn song.
Right?
Come on.
Sir, please.
I have been working
here for the last ten years.
Creating hundred of
jobs for Bangladeshi people.
Sir, I love this country.
Call your wife.
I'm not married, sir.
Are you a homo?
Sir!
Do you have any relatives?
A mother. She's very old.
Call your mother.
Sir?
Call your fucking mother!
Put on the loudspeaker.
Hello, John.
Hello, Mum. How are you?
I'm fine.
Is everything alright?
Why did you call so early in the morning?
No reason, Mum.
I was just thinking of you.
John, are you OK?
Mum did you take your medicine
last night?
I did John.
Is everything OK with you?
Who told you to create jobs?
Making the economy strong
made atheist government legitimate.
What's going on, John?
Back in line. Next!
You seem nervous.
No reason to be nervous.
Introduce yourself.
I am Raisa Khondokar.
I live in Gulshan, brother.
I work for a private company.
Your attire...
It pleases me, sister.
Praise the Lord.
No test. Back in line.
One thing...
Wearing the hijab in public...
Sometimes, aren't you harassed?
The atheist seculars openly criticize
the hijab and burka these days.
Isn't that right?
I'm sure it's hard.
Honestly speaking,
I have never faced any problem.
Really, no problem at all.
But you agree that Islamic culture,
tradition and attire
are being condemned more frequently
now in Bangladesh.
I understand and I won't debate,
but I must tell you the truth.
I actually see more people
following Islamic dress codes.
Women...
Many women are wearing
the hijab and burka lately.
- Praise the Lord.
- Praise the Lord.
Sister...
One day, you'll see...
You will be rewarded
for wearing the hijab.
In the afterlife.
Whores who wear Western dress...
Like that girl!
Know what happens to them?
They go to Hell.
Know why?
Because they are whores.
Bitch!
Please don't call her a bitch.
She was a good person.
She always helped others.
Her friends called her
the Social Welfare Minister.
She was a huge help to domestic workers
and lower class employees of the area.
She ran a school for their children.
She found mentors to teach the Quran.
She put off her studies until now
because of her social work.
Please don't disrespect her.
I am begging you, please.
Please.
Alright, save your tears.
Go take a seat.
Not that way.
Go over there.
You look like some powerful people.
You look like one.
No.
"I seek refuge in Allah from Satan.
In the name of Allah..."
Uncle! Relax, good uncle.
No need to panic.
You think people are being
killed here?
We can't call it killing actually.
Let me explain.
We eventually all go to Allah
one day or another, right?
We are actually buying these people
a ticket to Allah.
Just an earlier trip.
You'll feel more relaxed
if you see it that way.
Take it easy.
Sit.
Everyone, listen up.
Take all of this lightly.
Easily, too.
Do as I say and you'll be fine.
Relax, people.
No reason to panic.
Everyone hear that?
Understand?
All vehicles turn back.
Follow the detour.
My name's Shahidul Islam.
I'm a medical equipment trader.
"I seek refuge in Allah from Satan.
In the name of Allah..."
Chishti!
You don't have to recite.
You seem like a pious man.
Sit down.
- Mr Chef?
- Yes.
Are you Muslim, Hindu or Christian?
Muslim.
Sit.
Next.
Name?
What's your name?
Didn't you hear?
Say your name.
Speak or I'll shoot!
Why don't you answer?
Can't got your tongue?
Answer now!
Speak!
You told us not to speak,
but I must intervene.
He's mute.
Anower is on staff.
- Mute?
- Yes.
Mute?
How did a mute get a job?
I don't know.
He's related to the owner.
Maybe that's why.
He wears jeans
but other staff follow a dress code?
He often breaks dress code.
He sits at the register.
His lower body is hardly seen.
I have reprimanded him many times
for wearing jeans.
But he's related to the owner,
so he doesn't obey.
Mute?
You can't speak?
Let's see.
Where's your ID card?
Ladies and gentlemen!
Technological progress is amazing.
We now have cell phones for mutes...
Not only does the mute own a phone,
his last call was long.
17 minutes!
Now mutes can speak!
Tell us the truth.
He's mute.
How can a mute talk for 17 minutes?
Attention, restaurant staff!
Tell us who this man is.
Speak up now.
Sir!
Why did the chef lie about this man?
Tell us now!
Sir...
He is really mute.
Chef isn't lying.
- How can a mute use a phone?
- For 17 minutes?
Brother, I want to say something.
That phone is actually mine.
You can check the photo gallery
That mobile...
Why was he holding it?
It's my phone.
The last call was also mine.
My battery was dying.
I gave him my phone
to charge it at the counter.
When it was charged,
he was bringing it back to me.
You all came in at that moment,
so he couldn't.
If you didn't look so pious,
I would slap you!
Two innocent men suffered
because of you.
What kind of pious man are you?
Brother, I swear by Allah,
I never harmed anyone before.
Innocent or guilty.
Not only humans,
I try to be kind
to all living creatures.
Every morning before Fajr prayer,
when I do my ablutions,
I see hundreds of ants
roaming in the basin.
I don't wash them away
to cause their death.
I take time to rescue them
and release them into the garden.
I care for all God's creatures.
Fine, fine. He's a true Muslim.
Don't punish him.
Stand up!
Go over there!
Give us your mobile phones!
Hand over all gadgets now!
Put them on silent
and hand them over.
Give us your phones!
Anyone left?
Here's my phone.
Anyone else?
Did you give us your phone?
Polash! Come.
Ibtesham, come here.
Hey, stand up.
Quickly, quickly!
Not you.
Let's go.
Come on, this way!
Move it!
Sit down.
Listen carefully.
Stay seated there,
where he can see you.
You are not to move.
Stay put.
Wherever he goes, you go.
Got that?
Understand?
I told him to follow you,
wherever you go.
He will be in your radar.
Listen up!
Our fight is against the apostates,
No foreign forces shall dictate us.
Not here in Bangladesh.
You need to cooperate with us
on our great mission.
If you cooperate,
we will find a safe exit together.
Now everyone remain still and quiet.
Put your heads down
on the table.
I said quickly.
Go, go!
To that table.
Sit there.
Go, go!
Everyone sit still.
No movement!
If you raise your head,
you will be shot.
Ibtesham, Ibtesham!
Find out if any hostages
have connections to the police.
Anyone know any policemen?
Any police contacts?
Raise your hand if you know any police.
We want to send them a message.
Help us reach them,
and we'll give you special consideration.
Know anyone?
You will be treated specially.
Speak up!
What took you so long?
Give her the phone
and bring her here.
- Head down!
- Put your head down!
Phone the police.
Tell them not to attack.
You saw our gas cylinders
and explosives.
If the police attack,
they'll trigger a huge explosion.
On the phone, act normal.
I don't have the number.
- My mother has it.
- Call your mother.
Act normal.
Put your phone on speaker.
What's wrong?
There's no network.
Again, try again.
Hello, Raisa.
Ma, I'm in that restaurant
where terrorists have attacked.
Mind your language.
Refer to us respectfully.
I'm in that restaurant,
the one attacked by some brothers.
Are you Ok?
What's going on there?
I'm alright.
Please tell your police friend
not to attack the restaurant.
They have gas cylinders
and other explosives here.
There will be a huge explosion
if they attack and we'll all die.
Please tell them quickly.
Pray for me, Ma....
We need your ringer on.
The police will be calling.
Is it on?
Sit down.
Ibtesham!
Chisty!
Attention to the gunmen inside.
You have no hopes of escaping.
You are completely surrounded.
You must surrender immediately.
If you don't surrender,
we will have to use force.
I repeat, there is no escape.
You are completely surrounded.
Surrender immediately.
We are prepared to use force,
if necessary.
Turn on the sound on the TV.
Increase the volume.
Put the sound louder.
We have been informed that a hostage
was allowed to call her family.
She asks police not to attack
due to gas and explosives inside.
Munni, that's the current update.
The Police Commissioner
will be speaking to the press.
I'm going there now.
I request every TV channel
to stop broadcasting live.
This delays our operations.
We can't afford to lose time.
Leave the area immediately.
We're on alert!
Put your heads down.
Bring more cylinders.
Place them here in the middle.
Bring them quickly.
Put your heads down, everyone!
Hurry up!
What's taking so long?
Reza, fire some blank shots.
Put them here.
No more left?
Put them here.
Chishti, go to the roof.
Ok.
Tell Deepro to be on high alert.
Ok.
Hello!
Yes, I know you're her mother.
Listen, don't call here.
We will call you when needed.
If you call us,
we will kill your daughter.
Polash, come here!
What's wrong?
What's going on?
It's a mess.
Everyone must keep quiet.
Everyone be quiet!
Remain in your places!
Water! Bring some water.
Who is this kid?
We don't know.
Water! Bring water!
Who's that kid?
Hurry with the water, waiters!
Hurry up with the water!
Hurry up!
Anyone know this kid?
Hey, who are you?
Who are you with?
How did you get on the roof?
Tell me.
Anyone know this kid?
You, call your mom again.
Ask her to send medical help.
Don't say our man is hurt.
Say one of you is sick.
You guys take care of Deepro.
Reza, you guard the roof.
She needs to phone.
Hey, give her the phone!
Mijan, hold the kid.
- Hello.
- Ma.
One of the brothers is sick.
He needs urgent medical help.
Ask them to send someone.
But don't tell the police
who it's for.
Tell them one of the hostages
is sick.
OK, I'll try.
But no doctor will be willing.
They know what's happening there.
Make them send someone.
All those fools want to be martyrs.
Why do they want a doctor?
You're on loudspeaker, Ma!
This is how your mother shows respect
to us?
She's stressed.
Don't take her seriously.
She didn't mean it, I'm sure.
Seeing your hijab,
I thought you were from a good family.
Now I see that's not true.
Not at all.
Fake hijab!
Come on! Let's go! Go!
I apologize for my mother.
A non-believer is better than a fake!
You're truly religious?
Why were you here?
Why in a restaurant during Ramadan?
I am fasting, brother.
I had an appointment here.
Brother, I always fast.
But you know girls can't fast
during their time of the month.
- Hey, come here!
- What's going on!
- Hey, why are you standing there?
- Brother, I must tell you something.
- What?
That boy is mine.
Why didn't you say before?
Come on!
I found the boy's father.
It's that guy!
He's the one!
We should kill him.
This guy has created trouble
and he will continue creating trouble!
You enjoy all this drama?
Why didn't you tell us?
I kept quiet because
my boy was with your sick brother.
I was worried someone would think
it was my boy's fault.
I was nervous and hesitated.
Then it seemed like
it became too late to say anything.
How did your kid get upstairs?
I was upstairs, too.
We went to the roof to escape
when the attack happened.
I saw sharp metal scraps
on the ground below.
I knew we could never survive
the fall.
Then I noticed the cabinet upstairs.
It wasn't big enough
to fit both of us.
I hid the boy and came downstairs.
I'm sorry for the trouble.
I'm sorry.
Brother, how are you feeling?
Are you alright?
Is there sugar here?
Bring him some sugar.
What happened to you?
- What happened to you?
- I just passed out.
Be careful of your health.
I'm sorry.
You must have been afraid.
I'm so sorry.
Give him some sugar water!
Let's go over here.
Go guard the roof!
Hurry!
Hurry up!
Stay seated!
Heads down!
Put your head down.
Ibtesham, come with me.
May I go to the washroom for ablutions?
Try dry ablutions.
I would like to go for prayers, brother.
Go with them.
Hey, Chef!
You have a waiter with a moustache.
He served us a few days ago.
Where is he?
Sir...
Sir, that was me.
Really?
I shaved off my moustache
day before yesterday.
I'll be marrying soon.
Praise the Lord.
Congratulations.
Sir, this is how I looked before.
Asshole!
You refused to change our burnt pizza.
You call that customer service?
Customer service from hell!
Sir, I apologize for him.
- Go to your seat!
- Sorry, sir.
Go away!
Ibtesham!
We just received information that
several foreigners are among the hostages.
We understand there are 4 Japanese,
3 Italians, 2 French, and 1 Indian.
The identity of the Indian hostage
could not be verified at this time.
An Indian Shia Community spokesman
confirmed an Indian is among the hostages.
Excuse me. Stop broadcasting!
You're jeopardizing the hostages!
Brother, what's your plan for us?
What will you do with us?
Stop trying to plan your life.
These could be your last hours.
Live without planning. Go on!
Brother, I would like to ask something.
Will we be home for the fast break
or will we have the Iftar here?
You'll eat where Allah wants you to eat.
Not before, not after.
Go back to your seat.
I don't think
I killed any Indian.
If there's an Indian here,
he's hiding among the Bangladeshis.
Hey!
Who's the Indian among you?
Why so silent?
Huh?
You cannot hide from us.
Bangladeshi brothers and sisters,
open your eyes.
I hope I don't need to tell
anything more about India.
Help us catch the Indian among you.
Polash!
Did you hear all that?
What did he say?
Something very important.
Shias are Islam's worst enemies,
even more than Christians.
And an Indian Shia!
They are destroying Islam from within.
That's why Shias are a problem.
Unlike Hindus, Shias can be identified
by what's in their pants.
No, we can force the hostages
to reveal the Indian themselves.
Or we kill them all.
No, not a good idea.
Why not?
It's not right.
We cannot kill an innocent Muslim.
As if innocent Muslims
are not being killed everyday!
Maybe everywhere,
but not on this mission.
Really?
And that student?
Fine.
- But not anymore.
- Not anymore!
Wait, I have an idea.
The Indian is hiding among Desi hostages.
He must be Bengali from Kolkata.
Linguistics!
Check Bengali accents
to find out who's from Kolkata.
Think you have so much time
for all those interviews?
What?
And you?
You got a better plan?
Let's hear it.
Other than tribunal?
Go on with your plan.
- Interviews are a good idea.
- Alright!
Let's talk to them. Let's go!
It's tribunal time!
Get ready to talk.
Ibtesham, check phones and Facebook
for clues.
Call everyone one by one.
I'll bring you the suspicious.
Who wants to be interviewed first?
You, you! Let's go!
You're slow to confess...
Face the tribunal!
Sit!
Are you the Indian?
No, brother, I'm Bangladeshi.
Admit that you're Indian!
I'm Bangladeshi, living in Baridhara.
My hometown is in Noakhali.
Your accent doesn't sound like
you're from that region.
Why do you speak differently?
I do poetry readings and theatre.
That's why my accent is more polished.
Let's kill the cultural ones first.
They are worse than atheists.
Why should we believe
you're from Noakhali?
Brother!
Why should we believe
you're from Noakhali?
I'm telling the truth, brother.
I'm telling the truth.
Fine.
Go, go!
How long will this circus last?
Try to understand.
This has a purpose.
Your turn!
Let's go, uncle!
Hurry up!
To the interview seat!
Are you Indian?
No.
You aren't Indian?
My name is Mozammel Huq.
I'm a businessman.
My office is in Dubai.
Where's your hometown?
Tangail.
You pronounce Tangail strangely?
People from Tangail are more nasal.
(in Tangail dialect)
I never heard a Bangladeshi
pronounce Tangail like that.
Admit you are Indian... Indian Shia!
No, I'm Sunni Muslim and Bangladeshi.
OK, you can go.
If I may...
If I may,
I would like to call my daughter.
She must be worried sick.
His phone... Give him his phone.
Which one is yours?
Hey, Mizan!
Hey!
I must send a message.
Quick, quick!
Uncle, you say exactly what I tell you.
Phone your daughter.
Put the phone on loudspeaker.
You say exactly what I tell you.
- Understand?
- Fine.
Repeat what I tell you.
Say
we're here to defend Islam.
We're here for a noble cause.
We're not here to harm Bangladeshis.
Hello, Pa!
Are you alright, Pa?
I'm fine.
Did they hurt you?
Don't ask questions.
Look in my eyes
and do what I say.
They are here to defend Islam.
They don't want to harm us.
They are good people.
They only want
to protect Islam.
Now hang up the phone.
- Can I say a few words to her?
- Quickly!
You have access to my bank accounts.
You're the nominee.
You must sort out everything
if anything happens to me...
Go, that's enough!
Sit in the interview chair.
Are you the Indian?
No, I'm not Indian.
You already spoke to my mother.
Yes, your insolent mother!
And your father?
Is he Indian?
Phone him.
Let's talk to him.
My father is dead.
Dead?
Yes.
Maybe that's why your mother
has become such a bitch.
Where do you work?
I work in a private company.
What kind of private?
Tell me the name.
Otobi.
How old are you?
Sorry!
Stop hesitating like a typical girl.
Tell us your age.
I'm 26.
Are you married?
No.
Do you wish to marry?
Why ask her that?
Brother, you want to check
if I'm Indian or not?
Right! So why ask such questions?
We're completely losing focus here.
Complete waste of our time!
Come here.
Why are we asking such stuff?
How is her marital status
connected to our mission?
Why do all these interviews?
What's the purpose?
There is a purpose.
I guarantee you.
You know why we're here.
We need publicity.
If anyone gets released from here,
they will speak about
what happened inside.
Newspapers need stories.
We need readers.
It's a fucking waste of time.
It's not.
Do whatever the fuck you want.
Why aren't you married by now?
Tell us why not.
Your attention, please!
Everyone, listen up.
There's a lot to learn from this girl.
Listen closely to her interview...
She'll speak to the crowd.
Her interview will be like theatre!
Follow me.
Come on!
Pay close attention.
This will be significant and educational.
Don't miss a word.
Don't just stand there.
Let's go!
Right in the middle.
In front of everyone, now!
Pay attention. No talking.
Come forward.
Come on!
Here, in front of everyone!
Ladies and gentlemen...
this woman, standing before you,
is 26 years old.
And unmarried!
What does our culture dictate?
Girls must marry by 15.
They must bear a child by 16.
They must serve their husbands
and children for their entire life.
Is this right or wrong?
Right!
Say it loudly.
Everyone say "right"!
But this woman does not agree.
What did she do?
She's so full of life and energy.
She devotes herself to whom?
To whom?
The corporate world!
Economic freedom!
Financial liberty!
Who fed us this lie?
The West!
It's another Western trap!
Right or wrong?
Everyone say, ''right''!
Right!
What did the West give us?
What did they teach us?
They taught us to be free,
to go out on the street naked,
to sleep
with anyone and everyone!
Why?
Because they wanted
to make us a commodity.
Right?
Everyone agree loudly!
That's right.
Our culture doesn't need this.
Our women are precious.
How precious?
Like pearls!
How does a pearl hide?
Inside a shell.
A woman must remain covered.
Right?
But a mere cloth isn't enough.
You must have faith in the hijab!
Women must not leave the home.
They should not work!
Right or wrong?
Right!
Yes, right.
You, why do you have a job?
Why do you work?
Tell us why you work!
To support my family.
Why must you support your family?
Your father left no money when he died?
Or your bitch mother spent it all?
What did I say?
Look!
Her beautiful shame!
Take a good look.
Excuse me, sir!
Excuse me!
Sir, your people are continuously
abusing my mother.
Do you support this?
Is this right?
You talk too much.
Just answer my questions.
What's your salary?
How much are your mobile bills?
I will not answer until you stop
disrespecting my mother.
Kill me, if you want.
Just do it.
You do not respect women.
You oppress them.
"Girls should not work,
girls should stay at home"...
Didn't the Prophet's wife Khadija
travel to Syria on business?
Wasn't she involved in commerce?
There it is!
Living proof that women originate
from man's broken bones.
Listen to her twisted logic!
- Right or wrong?
- That's right!
Since you aren't married,
a girl like you must chat.
No.
How many frustrated men
from your late night phone calls?
Tell us how many.
I don't speak randomly.
I have a fianc.
Wow!
A fianc!
Brother!
I'm her fianc.
Come here.
Why didn't you speak up before
during her interview?
Why weren't you here?
I'm sorry, brother.
Don't you know to protect women?
What about her respect?
No one taught you?
No one?
Yes.
She's your fiance?
Yes.
- Your fiance?
- Yes, brother.
Does she talk to other men at night?
No, she doesn't talk to random guys.
How do you know?
She could secretly, right?
I check her itemized mobile bill.
There you have it,
ladies and gentlemen!
Now you see the reason
for these interviews.
A reminder of our shit society.
The one we created!
No one trusts anyone.
The fianc checks
his girl's itemized bill.
Why?
Because of the society we live in.
We're all slaves to consumerism.
What are you running toward?
Temptation!
It's this rotten society of ours
which produces indecent mothers!
Right?
Stop disrespecting my mother!
Nobody move!
Everyone stay put!
This is your Police Commissioner speaking.
I am demanding you to surrender.
You will not be harmed.
I promise you.
I will ensure your safety.
Let's discuss your demands
in a non-violent manner.
I will listen to all your demands
and take action accordingly.
I repeat my request.
Surrender and negotiate.
You will not be harmed.
I promise you.
Hello.
Who's speaking?
I'm one of them.
This is the Police Commissioner.
Hello.
Hold on.
Hello, can you hear me?
It's the commissioner.
Speak!
Let's discuss releasing the hostages.
What do you want in exchange?
We want to get out alive.
What else!
What do you suggest?
Say we'll call back.
Hello, hello?
Be patient.
We'll call you back.
Keep your heads down.
I said heads down!
I don't think
they are gonna let us go.
I wasn't sure before.
I think we have to follow Plan C.
What's wrong?
Ibtesham, stop!
Stop it, stop it.
No, no! No fucking way!
Stop it, stop it.
No one move! Stay put!
What's wrong with you?
We have to follow Plan C!
We don't have public sympathy
in this country.
This will secure future recruitment.
I will not die alone.
Ibtesham, we came here on a mission.
We knew there was no turning back.
Why are you scared to die now?
Me, afraid of death?
Is that what you think?
Before, the fears were clear.
The hostages feared us
and we feared the police.
- Now they will go free and we die!
This is not the right emotion
at this point in time.
Close this chapter right here.
No! Wait a second!
I will accept the decision, but...
I will never accept saving an Indian.
What do you mean?
It's simple.
Identify the Indian and kill him.
Then we free the hostages.
Nobody leaves otherwise.
We all die, also the hostages.
This is your final warning.
This is your absolute final chance
to surrender.
Stand up everyone!
Stand up.
We're running out of time.
Hurry, hurry!
Everyone in there!
Is that everyone?
We urge you
to open a dialogue with us.
You must surrender now.
This is your Police Commissioner speaking.
You must surrender now.
Do not make us resort to force.
We will seriously consider
all your demands.
If you help us find the Indian,
we will free all the Bangladeshi.
We will give you 5 minutes
to reveal the identity
of the Indian hiding among you.
Otherwise we'll kill you all.
We won't have to do anything.
Hear those noises?
That helicopter means
the police will attack soon.
You'll all die as a result
of their violence.
Your 5 minutes starts now.
I told you. That was my idea
from the start.
But you and Chishti wouldn't listen.
Let's limit our stupidity.
You said no killing Muslims!
And killing those girls?
- Are you done?
- You finally listened!
Hurry up, hurry up.
Act fast.
- What will you do?
- Don't try to stop me!
- You can't do this!
- Let me go!
I want to go!
Please, brother.
What will you say to them?
Stop! What's going on?
What is it?
I need a cigarette.
What? What did you say?
You think this is a party?
Is that it, huh?
Go over there.
And you, go smoke.
Thank you.
Why not offer him a beer?
Hello!
I recognize you,
Commissioner.
Don't call us again.
We call you when we want.
Bother us again with a call and
we'll kill each and every hostage.
I can't go on.
I need to break the fast.
For what?
A cigarette.
Say, aren't you Mr Amin's son?
I recognized you from the start.
I couldn't admit it out of shame.
How could you do all this?
How could you kill people?
Innocent people.
Here, in Bangladesh.
Who are you?
I am Zoeb's father.
You two went to school together.
Zoeb from Lalmatia.
You and Zoeb played together
in our yard.
You had toy guns then.
I never imagined I would see
you holding a real gun.
What made you a killer?
Where did we fail?
How did we fail to raise you
to be a good human being?
What society have we created?
You are completely surrounded.
There is absolutely no escape.
You must surrender now.
Release the hostages.
Attention to all residents of the area.
You must vacate your
apartments immediately.
For your safety,
please leave the area immediately.
Do not return until further notice.
- Where do you think you're going?
- I have a request.
Brother, even if you
don't find the Indian,
please let this innocent boy free.
What kind of request is that?
This isn't a birthday party.
Back in there! Go, go.
He's got nerve!
Brother, please let me go.
I can't take the stress.
I have a heart problem.
Call this number.
It's my brother.
He's a Sunni cleric.
He can confirm my identity.
You need a shot for your heart.
Get back!
Get back!
We're poor people, sir.
We only work here.
Sir, have mercy on us.
Let us go, sir.
Silence!
Sorry, sir.
What did I teach you?
Loyalty first.
Discipline and chain of command!
You forgot all I taught you?
Sorry, sir.
Come along.
They will free us when it's time.
I know who is the Indian Shia.
- Who, who?
- Free my son first!
First ensure my son's safe exit.
Set him free first
or I won't tell you.
OK, let the kid go.
I won't go without Daddy.
I won't go!
Give me some time.
I'll talk to him.
Fine, but quickly.
Buddy, you can't stay here.
The police are coming,
with guns.
Don't worry about me.
Your Dad is Superman,
right?
Remember we play Superman game?
Consider we just crossed the first level.
First level sets you free.
In the second level,
I will be set free.
Go home and I'll join you
for dinner.
Not without you.
Please take him away.
Come on.
I won't go without my father!
I don't want to!
Run, buddy! Go!
Enough! Back inside!
- Who's the Indian?
- Let's sit and discuss it.
Fuck discussion!
Who's the Indian?
Tell us now
or I'll kill everyone!
Is it this old man?
No, no.
Go, go!
Is it him?
Are you sure?
Not him. No, no.
And this fat one?
No, no.
Get out!
Is he the Indian?
No? Get out!
What about Mr Culture?
No, no.
And this idiot?
- Is he the Indian?
- No, no.
Are you sure?
I'm sure. Not him!
And him?
No, not him.
Is the mute Indian?
No, no.
Isn't he Indian?
- No, No!
- Is he Indian?
- No, no.
He's not the Indian.
I knew it!
Most chefs are Indian here!
Wait, wait!
Chef's not the Indian.
How smart you are!
How did you hide it so long?
None of us guessed!
Motherfucker!
How shameless Indians are!
Many suffered because of him!
This is the fucking difference
between Shias and Sunnis.
A Bangladeshi would never
have done this!
Polash, look!
Mr. Shahidul and the chef
saved me from the hunt.
The chef knew I was going to get
caught as he knew who I am.
So he dared to invent an identity for me.
However Mr. Shahidul is the one
who saved everyone.
I come to this country often.
I don't know what is
happening to him now.
Please, please save him.
Please, move aside.
Tell me why.
Why did you do this?
Aren't you afraid?
You want to be the hero?
I'm no hero.
I only wanted to save
my little boy.
The Indian is my trading partner.
He was my guest.
I'm Bangladeshi.
I'm Muslim...
I cannot bring harm to my guests.
It wouldn't be right.
I could not reveal his identity
and still look him in the eyes.
I was not raised that way.
Polash, look.
This idiot thinks he is serving Islam!
Then what are we dying for?