Baramulla (2025)
Director: Aditya Suhas Jambhale
Writers: Aditya Dhar, Aditya Suhas Jambhale, Monal Thaakar
Stars: Manav Kaul, Neelofar Hamid, Masoom Mumtaz Khan, Arista Mehta
Release date: November 7, 2025 (Netflix)
Plot: A police officer investigating a string of child abductions in Baramulla uncovers horrifying secrets, as mysterious supernatural forces begin to threaten his family and the town’s fragile peace.
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Baramulla (2025) | Transcript
[man] Shoaib! Where are you?
[wind whooshing softly]
[ominous music playing]
[foreboding horn playing]
[bird twittering and trilling]
[eerie music continues]
[man, theatrically] Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
Brace yourselves for the greatest act of the night.
And I promise you, in the name of the Almighty, if this magic act does not leave you spellbound, then I, Zafar the magician, shall renounce his enchanting magic forever and ever!
So here’s presenting for all of you the most fascinating and the most enchanting act for the night.
Right before your eyes, I’ll make a beautiful young boy vanish into thin air.
I’ll make him disappear.
[blows out theatrically]
This is no ordinary casket, but rather a door to all of the heaven’s beauty.
So tell me, tell me who wants to experience this first?
[ominous music playing]
[Zafar] Does anyone want to try it?
Come on, are there any volunteers here?
[crowd muttering uneasily]
[ominous music builds]
[music swells and fades]
[foreboding music playing]
[footsteps on snow]
[sharp clicking echoes]
[ominous music resumes]
[theme music playing]
[machine guns firing]
[single gunshot echoes]
[sharp clicking echoes]
[music slows]
[man over radio] Good morning to our listeners.
Today we bring to you a special news coverage of the mysterious kidnapping of Shoaib Ansari son of Baramulla’s ex-MLA, Mr. Ansari, from a live magic show last week.
The police have arrested prime suspect, magician Zafar Mansoor based on investigations conducted by the newly appointed and infamously controversial DSP Ridwaan Sayyed, transferred specially from Reasi to Baramulla for this case.
May I say something, sir?
This man doesn’t look like a kidnapper to me.
You don’t look like a cop either!
[chuckles] Maybe that’s why I’m alive.
[loud bang on vehicle echoes]
[brakes screeching]
[engine whirring]
[engine stops]
[ominous music playing]
[vehicle door opens]
[insects screeching]
[ominous music playing]
[music swells and fades]
[cop] I think it was an animal, sir.
[low music playing]
[keys jingling]
[engine starts]
[haunting theme music playing]
[engine stops]
[metal creaking]
[vehicle door shuts]
[birds chirping]
[vehicle door shuts]
Ayaan, be careful now. Ayan, careful!
[footsteps echoing]
[Ayaan panting]
[birds chirping]
[gecko clicking rapidly]
[loud thud echoes]
[girl shouts] Ayaan! What the…
[sniffing]
[door creaks open]
[door clatters open and creaks]
It’s quite an old house, sir.
But it’s been repaired recently.
[receiver clicks in cradle] I can see that.
[cop] Sir, that’s just a vintage piece.
Who uses landline anymore?
Uh, I’ll get it fixed tomorrow.
That’s Iqbal, sir. He’s your house help.
He knows every nook and corner of the house.
Uh, Iqbal cannot speak, but communicates well through his gestures.
Uh, please put this in the kitchen.
[phone thuds softly] You like it?
[Ridwaan’s wife] Hmm. [sighs deeply]
[reporters clamoring]
[tires creaking] [reporters] Sir, sir!
[reporter 1] DSP sir, can you tell us, sir?
Tell us, what’s going on.
Ex-MLA Ansari’s son was kidnapped last week.
The kidnapper is in custody.
Has he given any statement yet?
Inspector Shaukat Ali, welcome to Baramulla, sir
[reporters continue clamoring]
Quite a welcome.
Move them back!
[constable] Yes, sir.
Uh, sir, your cabin here.
Where is the prison cell?
This way, sir.
[Ridwaan] Do we have the testimonies?
From multiple eyewitnesses.
We’ve also seized the evidence.
Sir, this way.
Forensic report.
Received them. It’s a match.
The hair found in the box belongs to the child.
All right!
[Shaukat Ali sighs]
It’s an open and shut case.
The culprit is already in custody.
Thank you, sir.
You mean suspect, right?
[footsteps receding]
Prime suspect, sir.
[breathing rapidly]
[ominous music plays]
[Shaukat] Zafar Mansoor.
Hails from Palhallan village.
He performs magic tricks at local fairs.
Is his permit valid?
He has been doing all of his shows illegally since last year.
He hasn’t opened his mouth yet.
Give us a little more time.
We will make him talk.
[cell door latches]
[Zafar breathing rapidly and heavily]
[ominous music continues]
[music swells]
[music builds]
[music swells]
Are you really applying makeup?
We don’t have time for this nonsense.
[Zafar] So here’s presenting the most fascinating, the most enchanting act of the night.
This is no ordinary casket, but rather a door to all of the heaven’s beauty.
So tell me, who wants to experience it first?
Come on!
[ominous music continues]
[music fades]
[tea glasses clinking]
[wind whooshes and fades]
Son, get in.
[tea glasses clinking]
[ominous music swells and fades]
What is your name?
Shoaib Ansari.
A big round of applause for little Shoaib here. Come.
[tense music playing]
Now look into my eyes.
[hypnotic music playing]
Is my coal smudged?
[hypnotic music continues]
[music swells]
[clicks fingers]
[door creaks]
[diabolic music playing]
Now together, say it along with me.
Oh, mighty powers of the magic box.
[crowd] Oh, mighty powers of the magic box.
Take this child.
[crowd] Take this child.
Show us your miracle.
[crowd] Show us your miracle.
Show us your miracle.
[crowd] Show us your miracle.
[door creaks]
[music swells]
[music intensifies]
Guys, he’s trying to make a fool of us.
If you aren’t lying, then why don’t you…
Open it!
[clicks fingers]
[music slows]
[ominous music continues]
[audience applauding]
[music fades]
[running footsteps echo on wood]
[whimpers] You have to believe me, sir.
I did not kidnap the child.
These people are trying to frame me.
Scheming, unreliable and pretentious.
These people from Baramulla always do this. Liars and cheaters…
[Zafar grunts] Sir!
[Shaukat] How dare you lie to the DSP.
Fucking asshole!
Shaukat.
[Shaukat] Tell us the truth.
[sternly] Shaukat!
[heavy blow thuds]
[Zafar grunts and whimpers]
[eerie music playing]
[Ridwaan sighs]
[Shaukat] You cannot be serious, sir.
My wife is the only one I crack jokes with. That’s it.
And that too once or twice a year.
[Shaukat] May I say something, sir?
Not every case is complicated as such.
And this case wouldn’t be complicated either.
If we had found the scissors.
You see this lock of hair?
It’s been cut so neatly And that too without a scissor.
[plastic cover thuds softly]
Impossible.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Ridwaan sighs deeply]
But, sir, how come they haven’t made the ransom call yet?
And this kidnapper, where did he come from and disappear?
Kidnapper vanished.
Disappeared. [puffs air out] And not every kidnapping is for a ransom.
Mr. Ansari is a former MLA, right?
Must have a lot of enemies.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
Let’s set up a meeting with him.
[Kashmiri song playing]
[door slides open]
[exhales deeply]
Newly appointed. Especially on this case.
He’ll definitely meet Ansari.
You should check what’s going on.
One second.
Brother Juneid, I told you, didn’t I?
Let us not go after larger crops.
The crops are chosen by Bhaijaan.
Our job is merely to do the farming.
[tense music playing]
I like it.
To be friends with children, you should look like one.
[tense music continues]
[music fades]
[floor clatters]
[floorboard thumps hollowly]
[Ayaan grunts]
[box clatters]
[eerie clicking swells and fades]
[cowrie shell clatters]
[cowrie shell clatters]
[eerie music resumes]
[footsteps thumping on wood]
[wood creaks]
[footsteps continue thumping on wood]
[wood creaks]
[footsteps continue thumping on wood]
[wood creaks]
[footsteps continue thumping on wood]
[wood creaks]
[running footsteps thumping on wood]
[wood creaks]
[footsteps receding]
[child humming inside]
[child continues humming]
[Ayaan’s mother] Ayaan, dinner’s ready!
[ominous music swells and fades]
[Ridwaan] Thank you.
Thank you.
What was that?
Iqbal uncle taught me.
Thank you.
[Ayaan’s mom] Wow! Nice.
Mom, we need Wi-Fi.
There’s no network here and the connectivity is terrible.
Um, we’ll get it done.
We just got here. Give it some time.
The geyser in my room doesn’t work either.
You want me to shower in cold water?
My room has a strong dog smell.
Is there a dog here?
Well, then, it would have barked.
[tense music playing]
[fork clatters loudly]
[plate clatters shrilly]
Noo… Noorie! Noorie! Noorie!
Noorie!
[door creaks open and shuts]
Why did you have to talk to Noorie like that?
Fine! I won’t talk to her anymore.
No!
Talk. Please talk to her.
She still hasn’t been able to deal with what happened to her friend in Reasi.
[pensive music playing]
[insects chirping]
[indistinct calls in the distance]
[latch slides]
[peacock calls shrilly]
[footsteps thudding up the stairs]
[ominous music playing]
[keys jingling]
[ominous music swells]
[music fades]
[object clatters]
[ominous music resumes]
[ominous music continues]
[music swells]
Iqbal uncle?
[dog panting rapidly]
[dog continues panting]
[ominous music swells]
[dog barks loudly]
Ayaan! I’ll slap you.
You’re always doing this.
Stop!
Ayaan! I won’t spare you today!
[Ayaan chuckles] Come here!
[Noorie’s mom] Noorie! What?
He always does this. Mom, move!
What’s going on?
You’re gonna get it, Ayaan…
Noorie! Noorie! [sternly] Noorie!
What?
He just ruined my hair, Mom.
Ayaan! Mom, tell him to stop.
[clicks tongue] Ayaan, behave yourself.
[Noorie] Ouch!
Enough! That’s enough! Leave me!
You’re safe because of Mom.
Next time you do this, watch what I do.
When I make friends, you’ll see.
Soon, you’ll be begging for my time.
Friends?
[Noorie scoffs] What friends? [laughs]
[children clamoring]
[boy 1] Saqib!
[tense music playing]
[children continue chattering]
[boy] Saqib! See this.
[children giggling]
[boy 2, chuckles] Oh, yes.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
[all laughing mockingly]
Noorie! [loudly] Noorie!
[tense music playing]
[Noorie’s mom] Noorie!
Noo… Noorie!
Iqbal, don’t let Ayaan come out, okay?
Noorie!
[tense music continues]
[music slows down]
[boy] Come on, let’s go!
[Noorie sniffles]
Noorie…
You said this would never happen again.
Noorie…
INFIDEL
[tense music continues]
[tense music fades]
Mr. Ansari.
You found Shoaib?
Not yet, sir.
So you’ve come emptyhanded, DSP Sayyed Ridwaan Shafi.
Actually I… I wanted to ask you something.
In private.
You can ask me whatever you want right here.
Some new information has come to light recently.
I needed to know if you suspect anyone.
Any past political rivalries or personal…
[Ansari] Whoever it is, is right here in front of me.
If someone’s backstabbing me, how would I know?
[tense music playing]
Mr. Ansari, I hope you know we’re here to help you.
Help, really?
The kidnapper is in your custody, and instead of questioning him about my son’s whereabouts, you’re here interrogating me and wasting time.
Sir, this is not an interrogation, just a procedure.
We only need a few details from you.
You need some details?
Yeah, sure. Go ahead.
[tense music continues]
[Ansari] Shoaib is the only son we have.
He’s been kidnapped from a public gathering.
And since then, his mother has not eaten a single morsel.
Do you even understand?
And I’ve been unwell since.
No ransom calls, yet!
Even if I do get a call, I don’t think I will inform anyone about it.
I’d rather pay the ransom and bring my son home safe.
If I rely on you, I am really afraid Shoaib will also meet the same fate as that kid…
[tense music continues]
[breathes deeply]
Do you need any more details?
Or is that enough?
Sir, don’t you think he was acting a bit weird?
Find out about them.
[mutters] Who are these two?
[low tense music resumes]
[distorted male voice] Khalid, Juneid, get ready for the next harvest.
We have chosen the crop.
Freedom will be ours!
[mob screaming]
[cop over speaker] Step back everyone.
Stay away from barricade, or we will use the pellet gun to fight back.
We are warning you all.
[mob clamoring]
[cop over speakers] We are warning each one of you.
I repeat, pellet guns will be used to attack you all.
I request you to step back.
Akbar, come in. The child in front of you.
In the purple sweater. Move!
Run, Faizal!
Run!
Let go of him! Leave my brother.
[Akbar grunts] Hey! Hey! Move!
Leave my brother.
[flesh squelches]
[tense music fades]
[tense music resumes]
[man] Hey, stop.
Hey! Hey! Stop, you kids.
Where to go?
That side! I’ll meet you.
[man] Will you both stop running?
How far will you go? I’ll get you both.
Come back here.
Hey! Hey!
Stop! Stop!
Come back here.
I’ll get you and your brother soon.
[water sloshing]
[foreboding horn blowing]
[wind whooshes softly]
[foreboding horn continues]
[ominous music playing]
[sharp clicking echoes]
[indistinct whispers]
[ominous music swells]
[Faizal’s brother] Faizal!
Faizal!
Come on. Mom is looking for us.
Let’s go.
Okay.
[footsteps receding on snow]
[tires screeching]
[handbrake clicks]
[door opens]
[tense music playing]
[harsh scraping on wall]
[ominous music playing]
[Ridwaan breathes heavily]
She hasn’t come out of her room since this morning.
[dog barks in the distance]
[Ridwaan breathing heavily]
[scraping continues]
INFIDEL Iqbal.
I’ll do it.
Give it to me.
[low ominous music playing]
[music swells]
[tube light crackling]
[gunshot echoes]
[door creaks open]
[door creaks]
[footsteps approaching]
[exhales deeply]
[Ridwaan sniffs and clears throat]
[vehicle engine whirs]
[school bell rings]
[man] One, two, three…
One, two…
[Shaukat] Sir, these two are Shoaib’s friends, Usmaan and Ashfaq.
We used to play together at the brigade grounds.
Then his driver would come to pick him up in a Mercedes.
Earlier he used to take us on rides too.
What happened then?
He had a big fight with Usmaan one day.
[tense music plays]
[whispers] Tell him, Usmaan.
He used to abuse me and call me names.
He used to say that I’m the son of an infidel.
[tense music swells]
[Usmaan] He also said that he will send me on a ride to hell.
Especially since he made that new friend.
New friend?
From the school?
Shoaib never told us his name, and no one ever saw him.
[ominous music plays]
[school bell rings]
[Ridwaan] Miss Zainab, you were Shoaib’s teacher, right?
[Zainab] Yes.
What kind of student was he in class?
He was a talented child.
A topper in class.
Active in sports.
I really feel very bad that Mr. Ansari was targeted.
The school actually owes a lot to him.
For what?
[Zainab sighs] He’s a trustee here.
Without him, the school would have been shut down years ago.
Usmaan said Shoaib’s behavior had changed.
He started swearing.
He would keep calling Usmaan an infidel.
[tense music plays]
Actually, sir, Usmaan is the son of a surrendered militant.
In fact he used to work with the police.
[Shaukat] Parvez Darr?
Yes.
Wasn’t he shot by militants last year, at his sister’s wedding?
Sir, you know better than I do what the people think of the police.
All we can hope for is that our children don’t get affected by all this.
After all, children imitate what they see.
If I can help in any way to find Shoaib, I’d be more than happy to help.
Thank you.
[school bell rings]
[indistinct school chatter]
[Noorie whispers] Don’t look, ignore.
Noorie.
Noorie!
[girl] Was that your father, Noorie?
[Noorie] No.
[melancholic music plays]
[sighs deeply] Thank you.
[birds twittering]
[insects chirping]
[melancholic music plays]
[phone dings]
[sniffing]
[ominous music playing]
[door shuts]
[latch slides]
[keys jingling]
[footsteps padding down wooden steps]
But, Mom, if there isn’t any dog here, then why does Iqbal uncle take fish and rice to the storeroom?
Look, this is a new place.
Every place has its own customs and rituals.
Must be something he believes in.
But, Mom, I can smell a dog, what should I do about that?
So sleep here with Ayaan, okay?
I will slap you, okay?
[Noorie’s mom] Noorie!
[Noorie grunts and whimpers]
[stomping footsteps receding]
[kisses] All better?
Have you made some new friends?
[Ayaan’s mom sighs]
[melancholic music playing]
Okay, you wanna know a secret?
[Ayaan] Yes.
When I was just about your age, I would share all my new toys, and that would get me new friends [clicks fingers] like that.
Because sharing is…
Caring.
[kisses and sighs]
Good night.
[pensive music playing]
[music continues]
[footsteps shuffling above]
[music stops]
[cowrie shells clattering]
[running footsteps echoing above]
[low ominous music playing]
[cowrie shells clattering inside]
[clattering continues]
[clattering continues]
[echo of child humming inside]
Hello?
[cowrie shells clatter]
[child continues humming]
[cowrie shells clatter]
[whispers] Hello?
[cowrie shell clatters]
[wind whooshes]
[child continues humming]
[ominous music swells]
[cowrie shell clattering]
[shells clatter]
[shells clatter]
[child continues humming]
My name is Ayaan.
What is your name?
[cowrie shells clatter]
[child hums haunting tune]
Do you live in this house?
[shells clatter]
[humming gets louder]
[ominous music plays]
You know we can share these seashells.
[ominous music swells and fades]
[Ayaan] Can we be friends, please?
[ominous music resumes]
[cowrie shell clatters]
[cowrie shells clatter]
[ominous music builds]
[music swells and fades]
[eerie music trills]
[eerie music swells]
[music fades]
[birds cawing]
[leaves rustling]
[coos]
[ominous music builds]
[music swells]
[Ayaan growls and howls playfully]
[music swells]
[music fades]
[man calling out] Hey! Get the nets here.
Over here.
[water sloshing]
[indistinct chatter]
[water sloshing]
[man calling out indistinctly]
Faizal.
Drop your net deeper.
Only then will you catch fish.
[disembodied voice whispers] Faizal.
[low, eerie music playing]
[disembodied voice whispers] Faizal.
[ominous music playing]
[disembodied voice whispers] Faizal.
[ominous music continues]
[wind and water roar]
[ominous music swells and fades]
[whimpers] For God’s sake, please somebody find my child.
Here. Right in front of my eyes…
This kidnapping isn’t about the money for sure.
[Faizal’s mother whimpers] …then suddenly he disappeared.
Saleem, what’s the update?
The prices are jacked up, sir.
Two hundred for water chestnuts!
Uh, sorry, sir.
Sir, also, Faizal’s brother and mom know nothing.
One thing, though.
Sir, um, Shoaib and Faizal studied in the same school.
You know, Blooming Petals.
Faizal was admitted through the local quota.
And yes, sir, a constable had spotted the same boy pelting stones in the Kanli Bagh area.
Are you sure it’s the same boy?
Yes, sir. He even followed him.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Faizal’s mother wailing in the distance]
Who organizes these stone pelting riots here?
[suspenseful lute music playing]
[Saleem] A local lad called Afzal.
Hey, Uncle, how are things?
All good, Afzal. Thank you!
That settles my tab then?
Yes, son, it’s settled.
See you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[insect chirping]
[keyboard keys clacking]
[knocking on door]
[dog barks in the distance]
[knocking continues]
[low suspenseful music playing]
Bhaijaan has sent me.
[door shuts]
[latch clicks]
A message and reward.
[plastic rustles]
[knocking on door]
[man] Afzal, my son!
It’s me, Maqsood.
You left something in the shop.
I have come to return it.
Hurry up, I need to get back to the shop.
[low, tense music playing]
[knocking on door resumes]
[Maqsood] Afzal, come out.
[tense music builds]
[Maqsood] Can you even hear what I am saying?
[tense music swells]
[dramatic music plays]
[Afzal breathing rapidly]
Freedom will be ours.
[Maqsood talks indistinctly]
[shakily] Freedom will be ours.
[breathing rapidly]
[sternly] Freedom will be ours.
[resolutely] Freedom will be ours.
I need to head back.
Nobody’s at the shop. Please hurry up!
[gunshots]
[men shouting indistinctly]
[gunshots continue]
[gun cocks]
[gunshots continue rattling]
[gunshots stop]
[bullets clinking]
[tense music playing]
[ominous music plays]
[groans]
[footsteps approaching]
[ominous music continues]
Check over there.
[cop] Yes, sir.
[footsteps shuffling]
[ash crunches softly]
[dogs barking in the distance]
[Bhaijaan, distorted]
How did they locate Afzal?
Don’t know, Bhaijaan.
And the cops are on high alert now.
Harvesting at this point will be risky.
We have received orders and money from the other side.
It’s too late to turn back!
[tense music playing]
[Bhaijaan] You have seven days, Juneid.
No matter what, we can’t miss our target.
Yes, Bhaijaan.
Keep an eye on the DSP.
Target his weak spot.
Freedom will be ours!
[message dings]
[message dings]
[door clatters outside]
[clock ticking]
[sniffing]
[door creaks]
[dog panting]
[ominous music swells and fades]
[breathing heavily]
[low ominous music playing]
[music builds]
[footsteps approaching]
[dog whines and howls softly]
[door creaks]
[soft thud echoes upstairs]
[shrill clatter outside]
[insects chirping]
[breathing heavily]
[dog barks loudly]
[metallic clatter]
[breathing shakily]
[Noorie’s footsteps approaching]
[dog panting, slurping noisily]
[latch clicks sharply]
[breathing heavily]
[object crackles]
[ominous music builds]
[sniffs loudly]
[music swells]
[breathes rapidly]
[log thuds and rustles softly]
[Noorie breathing heavily]
[ominous music trills]
[labored breathing]
[music fades]
[insects chirping]
[glass bottle clatters]
[object clatters]
[jewelry jingling softly]
[sharp gust whooshes eerily]
[gasps]
[wheezing and swallows]
[breathes raggedly]
[breathing deeply and slowly]
[exhales deeply]
[low, ominous music playing]
[clock ticking]
[ominous music continues]
[bottle clinks]
[door creaks]
[ominous music swells]
[Noorie breathing raggedly] Noorie! Noorie! Noorie!
What’s wrong?
Ridwaan! Ridwaan! [shouts] Ridwaan!
Noorie? Noorie! Ridwaan!
The EpiPen! It’s in my drawer. Quick!
It’s in my draw. Get it quickly!
[eerie music swells]
Noorie, Mom’s here.
Get it here, quick, quick, quick!
Yes, that’s it. That’s it, dear.
[ominous music swells]
[music fades]
[Gulnaar] Did you check the attic?
[footsteps shuffling]
[Ridwaan] You saw me do it.
It’s of no use.
[keys clacking]
[Gulnaar] What do you mean?
[Ridwaan] You know, right?
Noorie doesn’t like this place.
[Gulnaar] No, way, Ridwaan.
She wouldn’t fake such a reaction.
When did I say it was fake?
I mean, the reaction is real.
But it’s also possible that she knowingly brought something home that triggered such a reaction.
[insects chirping]
[message chimes]
[ominous music playing]
[music swells]
[sniffs deeply and exhales]
[clicks tongue]
Gulnaar, dog saliva.
[ominous music continues]
[man] We have the access.
But there is only one clip, sir.
The clip is titled “Bhaijaan”.
Bhaijaan?
[Bhaijaan, distorted] In the name of God’s mercy.
B2P2S 6B 9.
B2P2S 6A 14.
B2P2S 5B 22.
B2P2S 7A 2.
B2P2S 7B 31.
B2P2S 5A 26.
Freedom will be ours.
Sir, this looks like some sort of a secret code.
“B2P2S…”
[suspenseful music playing]
[Shaukat and man chatting indistinctly]
[Saleem] Sir, um, Shoaib and Faizal studied in the same school.
Baramulla…
Blooming… Petals Public School.
Hand me Shoaib’s ID card, quick.
[Shaukat] Yes, sir.
Fifth grade.
Division B.
Sir, roll number 22.
[suspenseful music swells]
Damn.
Why they are picking up kids one by one?
They could’ve kidnapped them together.
And one thing I still fail to understand.
What’s the significance of cutting the hair and leaving it behind?
“Not every case is complicated.”
Isn’t that what you said?
Noorie?
Noorie. Noorie!
[footsteps hurry upstairs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[breathes shakily]
[latch sliding open outside]
[door creaks open outside]
[footsteps shuffling]
[clock ticking]
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music swells and fades]
[object clatters]
[ominous music swells]
[squeaks open]
[music fades]
[breathing heavily]
[step creaks]
[ominous music plays]
[ominous music swells and fades]
[Noorie’s footsteps approaching]
[Noorie breathing heavily]
[eerie music swells and fades]
[cycle bell echoes softly]
[eerie music swells and fades]
[dog growls loudly]
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music playing]
[Noorie breathing shakily]
[music continues]
[dog growls loudly]
[foreboding horn blowing]
[eerie music playing]
[sharp clicking echoes]
[ominous music intensifies]
[dog sniffing and growling]
[dog growling menacingly]
[ominous music swells]
[breathing raggedly]
[Noorie whimpers]
[ominous music intensifies]
[Noorie gasps]
[whimpers, breathes shakily]
[sobs and whimpers] Mom!
[latch clatters]
[shouts] Mom!
[grunts and whimpers]
[music intensifies and fades]
[insect trilling in the distance]
[ominous music swells]
[Noorie whimpering]
[shouts] Mom!
[eerie music builds up]
Mom! Mom! [sobs] Please open the door, Mom!
[foreboding horn blows and fades]
[Noorie sobs] Mom, please open the door!
[echoes] Mom!
[door creaks eerily]
[thud echoes]
[foreboding horn echoes]
Noorie?
[bird calls]
Noorie?
[low, ominous music playing]
[object clicks]
[voice breaking] Noorie…
[Gulnar shouts] Noorie!
Make sure this news does not get out of here. Did you find her phone?
We searched the house, but couldn’t find Noorie’s phone.
Get it traced as soon as possible.
And I need a cop stationed at the school tomorrow onwards. 24/7.
Mom, if sister is allowed to go to her friend’s home, then why not me?
[crayons scratching on paper]
Because you are still too young.
[Ridwaan exhales deeply]
And good children listen to their parents, right?
Go have your food, son.
Iqbal uncle is waiting.
Go.
[pensive music playing]
[Gulnar sniffling]
[melancholic music playing]
[Gulnaar sobbing]
I promise you that I will bring her back safely.
[Gulnaar sobbing]
[continues sobbing]
But why, sir? Noorie’s name was not even on the list.
Why?
Bhaijaan.
He’s the one behind all of this.
I’m sure they are scared.
Which means we are on the right track–
[man] Sir, sir.
Iqbal has something to share.
Yes, Iqbal?
[Saleem] He saw Noorie this morning.
Noorie?
[Saleem] She was with a boy.
Not someone from her school, an outsider.
Do… do you remember his face?
Think you can identify him? Huh?
[breathes deeply]
Um, does he have a big nose?
[booted footsteps approaching]
Sir, Zainab ma’am is waiting outside.
The attendance records you had asked for.
[reporter speaks indistinctly over TV]
Noorie didn’t come to school today.
Is she okay?
She’s a little unwell. Um…
I already informed the school though.
[Zainab] Okay.
[reporter on TV] In this recording, a young terrorist is weeping and pleading to see his mother one last time in his final moments.
[man sobs] Mom…
[Ridwaan] You didn’t have to take the trouble to come here.
I would’ve sent someone to you.
[terrorist continues whimpering]
[Zainab scoffs] Forgive me, sir, but the police visiting the school repeatedly could cause a lot of trouble.
I understand.
[Zainab] No, Mr. Sayyed.
You don’t.
[tense music playing]
Only 19 out of… 35 students showed up in my class today.
Tomorrow some more may drop out.
Disturbing messages are being circulated on WhatsApp.
The parents are scared.
They fear for their children Look.
We’re doing whatever we can. Trust me.
[Shaukat] Sir, here’s the sketch.
[paper rustles]
Any leads on the missing children?
Um, Could you have a look?
Have you seen him anywhere?
Anyone at the school or elsewhere?
[ominous music playing] No, but I could check with my staff at the school.
Please, that would be helpful.
Then I’ll take your leave.
[Ridwaan] Thank you.
Here’s a list of children. Have a look.
[footsteps receding]
[suspenseful music playing]
[suspenseful music swells]
[ominous music plays]
[ominous music swells]
I’ve seen him at Ansari’s home the other day.
Sir, do you think that Ansari will cooperate?
[ominous music continues]
[birds chirping and cawing]
[indistinct chatter in the distance]
Have you got a ransom call yet?
If you haven’t, you will in a few years.
And it won’t be for Mr. Ansari.
That call will be for you.
Death will be staring right at him.
He will cry, beg for you to help, and you won’t be able to do anything.
My Shoaib is not a militant.
He isn’t today.
But he may become one tomorrow…
[dramatic music playing]
…if we don’t stop this man.
This isn’t about Shoaib alone, but about every innocent child in Kashmir.
Do you recognize him?
Khalid.
Khalid Dar.
He would gather the children and teach them about our religion.
He used to meet Shoaib very often.
And soon they became close friends.
He used to explain the importance of charity in the beginning.
But then one day…
[Shoaib’s mom] Shoaib!
Let me see.
[breathes shakily]
[gasps] What! How did this happen?
[shakily] Where did you go?
I was with Brother Khalid.
Khalid?
What were you doing there?
Shoaib, tell me.
How did you get these marks?
Mom! Just leave me alone!
I am ready!
You are ready?
What are you ready for?
“Our Jhelum river, not for me.”
“These guns and bullets, not for me.
Police force is not for me.”
“Teaching children is not for me.”
“Riyaz is who I will become.
Burhan is who I will become.”
[dramatic music playing]
[Shoaib’s mom] Khalid had completely brainwashed my child.
Does Mr. Ansari know about this?
[sighs deeply]
[vehicle door shuts]
[people talking indistinctly]
[tense music playing]
[Shaukat, over walkie] Khalid is the local handler here.
We have just blocked the back of his house, but there’s no visual confirmation.
Be careful, sir. Over.
Copy, Shaukat.
[gadget beeps] Come on.
[dramatic music playing]
[children chattering]
[tense music playing]
[music swells]
[music fades]
[Ridwaan’s footsteps approaching]
[footsteps receding]
[Saleem] All clear, sir.
One mission, one desire.
One obsession. Freedom.
[Khalid] If anyone dares to intrude this journey towards freedom and our God?
He’s an infidel.
[Khalid] And what is his fate?
Those who don’t follow our religion must be killed.
[Khalid] What about your father?
[melancholic music plays]
[Khalid] Noorie?
[sternly] Your father?
DSP Ridwaan Shafi Sayyed.
My father is a traitor.
A slave to the Indians.
I hate my father.
I am ready. Freedom will be ours!
[sniffling]
[melancholic music playing]
[sobbing]
[sniffling]
[insects chirping]
[busy tone beeping]
[sniffling]
[busy tone stops]
[exhales deeply]
[wind whooshes eerily]
[jewelry tinkling on the stairs]
[woman hums the child’s tune]
[woman continues humming]
[jewelry jingle]
[wooden stair creaks]
[woman continues humming]
[eerie music plays]
[gasps and breathes rapidly]
[dejhoor jingling]
[stops humming abruptly]
[breathing raggedly]
[resumes humming]
[dejhoor jingling]
[stairs creaking under heavy steps]
[Gulnaar breathing raggedly]
[woman continues humming]
[wind whooshes sharply]
[cell phone dialing]
[eerie music playing] [phone continues dialing]
[cell phone ringing]
[cell phone ringing]
[breathing raggedly and gasping]
Noorie.
[Noorie’s cell phone ringing]
[grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
[cell phone continues ringing]
[Gulnaar breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[Gulnaar grunting]
[dramatic music swells]
[phone continues ringing]
[music fades]
[coughs]
[whimpers softly]
[ominous music playing]
[breathes shakily]
♪ Shivashankara ♪
♪ Shiva Shankara ♪
♪ Shivashankara ♪
♪ Shiva Shankara ♪
♪ Shivashankara ♪
♪ Shiva Shankara ♪
[engine whirring]
[brakes squealing]
[objects shuffling and clattering]
[Gulnaar] Ridwaan.
This house belonged to Hindu Pandits.
[Ridwaan breathing heavily]
[Gulnaar sighs] I have seen the shadow of a woman wearing Kashmiri jewelry on her.
[Gulnaar breathing raggedly]
That cupboard in the corner of our bedroom…
[hesitates] There’s a temple behind the wall.
And I heard Noorie’s phone ringing from there.
Who knows, maybe the shadow figure wants to help us find Noorie?
[inhales deeply] Gulnaar.
You… desperately need rest.
So… so rest for now.
I will bring my daughter, Noorie, back for sure. Trust me.
[scoffs] “My daughter”?
[Ridwaan clattering objects softly]
[object clatters loudly]
[Ridwaan] What was that?
[tense music playing]
[Ridwaan wheezing] What did you say?
[threateningly] Say it.
[shouts] Just say what you want to say!
[shouts] I’m not your constable, DSP Ridwaan Sayyed.
You had no right to shout at me.
So, what should I do?
What do you want from me?
Do you want me to drop my entire investigation and start chasing your ghosts?
Will that bring our daughter back?
Don’t you dare!
She’s my child.
Is she not my child?
[tense music continues]
Is she not my daughter?!
And since you seem to know Noorie so well…
Do you have any idea, what was happening behind this door all this while?
Do you have any idea?
Our daughter wanted to become a militant!
[tense music swells and fades]
[both breathing heavily]
[Gulnaar sighs]
[footsteps receding]
And where were you, Ridwaan?
[sniffs] Where were you?
[voice breaking] Where were you when Noorie needed you, Ridwaan?
How many times have I asked you to speak to her? But you… [sobs] She would’ve been here today. [sobbing] You’ve made a huge mistake.
That day… that day in Reasi, you killed not one,
[shouts] but two children! [sniffles]
And the second was my child, Noorie!
[hysterically] And the child you brought back home was not my daughter Noorie!
I… I want my Noorie back just as she was before Reasi.
[sobbing]
I… I want my daughter [shouting] back!
[somber music playing]
[music builds]
[man over bullhorn] Surrender now!
Put down your weapons and return all the children to us safely.
[militant 1 screams]
[man continues on speaker]
[militant 2 wincing and grunting]
[man over speaker] …that nothing will happen to you.
Basit?
Why aren’t you all responding?
[dramatic music plays]
[walkie clatters]
[hisses and clatters]
[militant 3 shouts]
[machine guns firing]
[rapid firing continues]
[firing stops]
[objects clinking]
[Ridwaan breathing heavily]
[wind whooshing softly]
[Ridwaan panting]
[objects clinking]
[Ridwaan continues panting]
[footsteps approaching]
[pensive music playing]
[Ridwaan panting]
[melancholic music swells]
[unsettling music playing]
[exhales deeply]
[Noorie sniffling] Dad!
[gasps] [gun cocks]
[gasps and breathes shakily]
[melancholic music resumes]
[sobbing]
[Noorie sobbing]
[Ridwaan] Beta…
[clock ticking]
[insects chirping]
[Bhaijaan] We have received the money from ISI.
There’s no going back for us now, Juneid.
I know.
But the cops are on high alert now.
They have eyes on every “crop”, and Khalid too has gone missing.
If I get one more week…
I have chosen the next crop myself, Juneid.
[unsettling music playing]
[breathes shakily]
[indistinct playground chatter]
Uncle?
Uncle!
[running footsteps approaching]
Uncle.
Keep this.
[ominous music playing]
Uncle, are we leaving?
[unsettling music playing]
Freedom will be ours!
[kisses]
Freedom will be ours!
[ominous music continues]
[music fades]
[Gulnaar hums woman’s tune]
[continues humming]
[in Hindi] ♪The valleys
That sing lullabies ♪
♪ And the snowy mountaintops ♪
[in English] Ayaan, where did you hear this?
[unsettling music playing]
[diabolic music playing]
[dejhoor jingling]
[heavy footsteps ascending]
[diabolic music swells and slows]
[Noorie] But, Mom, if there’s no dog here, then why does Iqbal uncle take fish and rice to the storeroom?
[Noorie’s words echo]
[ominous music swells and fades]
[low, eerie music playing]
[unsettling music swells and slows]
What… What is going on here?
Huh?
Iqbal… [hesitates] where is Noorie?
[grunts and strains]
No, no, I am not going anywhere.
Tell me. Tell me.
Who do you bring this food for?
[grunting]
[Gulnaar, sternly] Who?
[grunts] Who, who… whose?
[Iqbal grunts] Who? Someone lives here?
[Iqbal grunts] A custom? Custom? What?
Wh… what custom is it?
[Iqbal grunts]
You don’t get sleep if you don’t serve food?
Why not?
[Iqbal moans] You hear it? What?
What… what can you hear?
[Iqbal whimpers]
[in Hindi] Hindu hymns?
[grunts]
[in English] What? No. No, no, no, Iqbal!
I need to understand.
[shouts] No, Iqbal, I need to understand.
Please tell me…
[Gulnaar gasps]
[Iqbal grunts]
[diabolic music swells and slows]
[Iqbal croaks]
[diabolic music swells]
[whimpers and screams]
[music continues]
[Gulnaar gasping and whimpering]
[screams]
[whimpers] Iqbal!
[Gulnaar screams]
[heavy footsteps approaching]
[continues whimpering]
[bones crack]
[croaking painfully]
[diabolic music swells]
[bones cracking]
[Iqbal croaking painfully]
[indistinct whispers echo eerily]
[ghostly female voice through Iqbal] When the innocent hearts and minds are poisoned with hatred and wrath, the valley’s loud cries liberated the shadows and gave us the strength to protect them all.
[Iqbal croaking painfully] [bones cracking]
[whimpers] Iqbal? Iqbal! Iqbal! Iqbal!
[diabolic music swells]
[wind hisses sharply]
[agonized screams erupt]
[gasps]
[gasps and sobs]
Help… help me. Would you please help?
I want to meet Noorie. Please. [sobs] Please.
[loud gurgling, hissing, swooshing]
[dramatic music swells]
[wind hisses and swooshes]
[hissing and swooshing stops]
[diabolic music playing]
[thunder echoes]
[foreboding horn blows]
[whimpers]
[ghostly humming echoes]
[gasps]
[Gulnaar breathing heavily]
[ethereal music echoes]
[Gulnaar] Shoaib?
[thunder hisses softly]
[Gulnaar] Faizal.
[ethereal music continues]
[gasps]
[Gulnaar whimpers]
[foreboding horn blows loudly]
Noorie.
Noorie. Noo…
[Juneid calls out] Yassir!
[sharp clicking echoes]
[Juneid] Yassir!
[dramatic music playing]
[Juneid] Yassir! Where are you?
[hysterically] Noorie, it’s me. It’s Mom!
[music swells]
[gasps]
[hysterically] Noorie! Noorie.
[Gulnaar breathing shakily]
[Gulnaar continues panting]
[Iqbal grunts in concern]
[Gulnaar continues panting]
[breathing slowly]
[Shaukat] Saleem, come in.
Yes, sir.
Khalid was caught crossing the border.
[man] DSP!
[mob] Resign now!
[man] DSP!
[mob] Resign now!
[man] DSP!
[mob] Resign now!
[mob clamoring loudly]
Will the DSP answer us or avoid our questions again about this incident?
[footsteps on wood]
[blows raining]
[man grunts]
[Khalid grunts]
Your power is nothing in front of my courage!
[grunts and pants]
Look at this video, motherfucker!
Watch it!
Is this your voice? Huh?
You shot this video, right?
[panting] Tell me, fucker, what do you see?
I see a mission… [breathes shakily]
[mockingly] I can only see a mission in the video.
I seek the heavens and I only see the paradise.
[shouts] Protect me, oh mother!
Shut up, motherfucker!
[Khalid] Protect me, oh mother!
[Shaukat] You fuckers have ruined… but Allah, …our religion’s image.
There is no God but Allah.
[Shaukat] Shut your mouth!
Shut your mouth!
…and Muhammad is his messenger!
[Khalid grunting, gasping and coughing]
[Shaukat] Hey! Hold him!
[Shaukat gasping and wheezing]
[tense music playing]
You won’t speak, right?
[breathing shakily]
Your choice.
[gun cocks]
[Khalid breathing shakily]
[dramatic music swells]
[gun clicks]
[music fades]
[exhaling deeply]
[gun cocks]
[whimpers] I’ll speak. I’ll speak!
I’ll tell you everything.
I’ll tell you everything.
Please don’t kill me. Please.
[footsteps approaching]
[cop] Sir? Sir.
Gulnaar madam is here, asking for you.
[man] DSP Ridwaan!
[mob] Resign now!
Resign now!
Resign now!
Resign now!
[man] DSP Ridwaan!
[mob] Resign now!
[man] DSP Ridwaan!
[Ridwaan] What do you think you’re doing with them?
If anyone realized who you were, do you know what… they… [sniffles] What else should I do? Huh?
You don’t see my messages, you don’t pick up my calls.
You don’t come home.
[glass shatters]
You’re at the police station all day. Huh?
Ridwaan, listen.
I have seen Noorie.
[dramatic music playing]
Freedom will be ours!
It’s an underground operation.
Our camp is based in Kangan.
Children are selected and sent to Pakistan to fight the holy war.
Our Bhaijaan calls it “harvesting”.
How come we have never heard of this?
It’s been going on for years in Syria and Afghanistan.
It’s just started in Kashmir.
That’s what the CIA calls it.
They call this operation diaper militancy.
Once a child is recruited at this age, he will stay loyal forever.
And then these young soldiers will carry the torch of building a new Kashmir.
They will achieve our mission.
Gulnaar, that man is in our custody as we speak.
We’ve caught him, the same man who took Noorie.
The one who kidnapped her.
But Noorie was never kidnapped, Ridwaan.
She isn’t here. Only her shadow is.
Who is this Bhaijaan?
I don’t know, I’ve never seen him in person.
Motherfucker, who do you report to then?
To the area commander. Brother Juneid.
[ominous music playing]
[Gulnaar] Have you given it a thought?
Children that are disappearing from magic boxes, from the lake? Huh?
N… Noorie’s reactions, Ayaan’s drawings a… and the temple behind the wall?
They are all interconnected.
We should find out what happened in that house!
Kashmir is where these things are happening.
Nothing has happened in that house.
Oh, God! Why don’t you understand?
Noorie’s stuck there!
Where is she stuck?
[shouts] Where is she stuck?
Where is Noorie?
[dramatic music continues]
Shoaib and Faizal, where are they?
You don’t have them?
Motherfucker! You did the harvesting, and asking us where they are?
[whimpering] Sir, I don’t have Noorie.
I really don’t know.
Faisal and Shoaib disappeared before we could kidnap them.
That’s why we suspected the cops.
In fact, today is the first harvest.
[dramatic music playing]
[ominous music plays]
No! Wait! Wait, wait.
Why don’t you believe it?
I’ve been trying to explain.
Ridwaan! I know which kid they’ll target next.
Brother Juneid’s nephew.
[ominous music swells and fades]
Yassir.
[suspenseful music playing]
[eerie lute music playing]
[gunshot echoes]
[dramatic music plays]
[gun clatters]
[Ridwaan] Yassir!
[dramatic music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
[Yassir panting]
[music fades]
[running footsteps approaching]
[wind whooshing]
[Ridwaan] Yassir.
[tense music playing]
[Yassir] I will shoot you!
Yassir, stop.
[Yassir panting] Yassir, put the gun down.
I will shoot you!
[Ridwaan] I’ve put down my gun.
Put the gun down.
I don’t want to go to jail, sir.
You will not! No one’s going to jail.
I promise you won’t be going to jail.
Put down your gun.
[tense music playing]
You want to see your mother, right?
Don’t you?
Yes.
Gun down then. Lower it.
[music fades]
[low and eerie creaking echoes]
[creaking swells]
[eerie music playing]
[gun thuds softly]
[creaking continues]
[eerie music swells]
[eerie hisses echo]
[creaking continues]
[eerie hissing]
[Yassir yelps]
[shrieks] Yassir!
[eerie hisses echo]
[diabolic music playing]
[sharp clicking echoes]
[diabolic horn blowing]
[Juneid] The police is behind all this.
They took Yassir without us knowing.
We have to do something about…
[Bhaijaan] Don’t be impatient.
Khalid has been captured.
You have to lay low for a few days.
I will take care of the rest.
[insects chirping]
[low ominous music playing]
[light bulb droning]
[crackling]
[eerie music playing]
Iqbal.
Why isn’t she coming?
[door clatters open]
[door creaks]
[light footsteps approaching]
[low, ominous music playing]
Ayaan, you go back to your room.
[clicks tongue] Ayaan…
[ominous music playing]
[footsteps passing]
[diabolic music playing]
W… What is your name?
[girl talking through Ayaan] Eela.
Eela Sapru.
Who… who all lived in this house with you?
Father, Mom, Brother Sharad…
[dog panting]
[dog growling, panting and prancing] …and Sheru.
What happened with all of you?
Betrayal.
[breathes heavily]
[dramatic music playing]
Who betrayed you?
Tell me, Eela.
[breathing rapidly]
[Gulnaar] Tell me their names.
Eela, who betrayed you?
[breathing rapidly and shakily]
Eela, tell us. Who betrayed you? Who?
I… I don’t think this is right.
[Gulnaar] Tell us who betrayed you?
Eela. Dear. Try to remember.
This, this, this.
Damn it, he is bleeding!
[gasping] This!
[doorbell rings]
[music fades]
[wind whooshes]
[Ridwaan] Ayaan!
Ayaan, you’re okay?
[doorbell ringing] Ayaan, Mom is here.
Check who’s at the door.
Ayaan? Ayaan? My love.
Mom.
[whimpering]
[Gulnaar] You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.
[insects chirping]
[breathing heavily]
“Those who spy for India have only one fate that awaits them.”
“They will be beheaded.”
[ominous music playing]
[sighs] When did you find this?
When I returned home from school today, I saw this strung outside my door.
We tried calling you several times, but your phone was unreachable.
It was urgent, so I thought it’s best to bring her here.
Ridwaan, I have dressed the wound but…
Gulnaar, this is Zainab, uh, Noorie’s teacher.
[breathing shakily]
Yesterday, a man was hovering around the school.
He handed over a parcel to a student, but I couldn’t see his face.
Give Shaukat a call.
Sir.
Zainab, uh, you stay indoors, okay?
And don’t be scared.
I’ll make sure a police constable is with you 24/7, alright?
[Saleem] Sir, there is no network.
[tense music playing]
[sharp crackling]
Jamaal!
Jamaal!
Jamaal!
Yes, sir.
What happened to the streetlights?
[Jamaal grunts]
[Ridwaan] Gulnaar, everyone get down!
[Ridwaan grunts]
[Ayaan whimpers] Mom!
[glass shattering] Oh, God!
[Ridwaan] Everyone, stay low. Get down.
Gulnaar!
[whimpers]
[whimpers]
[gunshots]
[machine gunshots]
[busy tone]
[Ridwaan] Gulnaar! [grunts]
[Gulnaar, faintly] Yes?
[Ayaan whimpering] Ayaan?
Ayaan! Ayaan, you are okay?
Yeah… yes, yes.
[panting]
[ominous music playing]
[footsteps rustling]
They are closing in, sir.
There are around 10 militants.
[diabolic music plays]
Gulnaar, Ayaan.
Stay with Saleem, okay? Good. Saleem!
[whispers] One…
[tense music playing]
[whispers] Two.
Go!
Come on, let’s go!
[grunts]
[Gulnaar] Ayaan, come on.
Let’s go, let’s go!
[yelps]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[shrieks]
Come, come, come. Hurry up!
[grunts]
[militant grunts]
[Saleem] Everyone, move. Go upstairs.
[machine gun shots firing]
[Zainab wheezing]
[shrieking]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[men shouting indistinctly]
[panting]
Ashfaq!
[Gulnaar screams]
[Ayaan] Mom!
[Gulnaar whimpers] Mom! Mom!
[yelps]
Mom! Mom!
Mom! Dad!
[tense music swells]
[music fades]
[gunshots stop]
[insects chirping]
[sobbing] Mom! Mom!
Take Ayaan and leave now. Go!
[Ayaan] Mom!
[Ayaan whimpering]
[Gulnaar straining and grunting]
[diabolic music playing]
[straining]
[diabolic music playing]
[gunshot]
[terrorist grunts]
[body thuds]
Saleem, you are okay?
[militant] Did you see them?
Did you check upstairs?
[dramatic music playing]
[both grunting]
[both straining]
[both screaming and grunting]
[both wincing]
[militant grunts]
[flesh squelches]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[Ridwaan winces and gasps]
[panting and straining]
[weak, wheezy coughing]
[breathing shakily]
[wincing and panting]
[muffled grunting]
[panting]
[grunting and breathing heavily]
[foreboding horn blowing]
[low, sharp hissing]
[suspenseful music plays]
[bulb crackling]
[men sloganeering outside]
[sloganeering continues]
[suspenseful music swells]
[telephone ringing]
[men continue sloganeering]
[telephone ringing] Yes.
Yes, yes, yes, tell me.
Sharad is not at your house either?
No, he has not returned as yet.
[sloganeering continues outside]
You know the situation outside.
P… please inform me as soon as you find out about him.
[suspenseful music playing]
[man over speakers] Listen to us, you Hindus!
Leave our heavenly Kashmir to us, or convert to Islam, or face our wrath.
Convert, leave, or die!
Aunty?
[woman] Yes.
Are you leaving forever?
No, not at all, my dear.
[reporter] Reports are coming in about growing violence across the valley.
Last night, Anantnag witnessed the burning of over 40 houses of Hindu Pandits.
Thousands of Pandit families have been forced to leave Kashmir.
Doctor, y’all should leave now before things worsen!
Rafeeq, we need to wait for the cops.
They’ll impose the curfew soon.
The police cannot help us, Doctor Sapru.
Sharad hasn’t come home yet!
I will not leave without him!
Mr. Raina was shot in the head in broad daylight.
You don’t understand, Doctor?
You should go… go home now.
Your Mom must be waiting for you, right?
[air kisses]
Come, come. Come on, now. Let’s go.
[man over speakers] Kashmir will become Pakistan’s territory.
Kashmir belongs to Pakistan.
There is no God but Allah!
Rafeeq, alright.
Go, go pack our things. Quick.
[Rafeeq] Okay.
[girl sobbing]
[girl crying]
[girl crying] Don’t cry, dear, don’t cry, my child.
[girl continues crying]
[woman] Don’t cry. Enough.
Your hair will grow again soon, okay?
Come, we have to pack Sharad’s clothes also, right?
Come on, let’s go, let’s go. Come on.
[girl continues crying]
[music fades]
[sloganeering continues outside]
[box clatters]
[Ayaan] Eela…
[suspenseful music playing]
[Eela’s mom] Eela, let’s go.
[loud banging at the door]
[banging continues]
You wait here. I will go check.
[tense music playing]
[sobbing] Let’s go, Eela.
[Eela] Let’s go, Mom.
[Ayaan] Eela! Ee…
[Eela’s mom whimpering]
Perhaps you didn’t hear the war cry clearly.
Convert, leave, or die.
This is my home And you cannot barge into my home.
[Rafeeq] How dare you raise your hand on the doctor! What’s wrong with you?
[militant] Take him away.
And don’t interfere.
Don’t you know what happens to the Indian spies?
[Rafeeq] Doctor is not a spy!
[shrill gunshot rings]
[both gasping and whimpering]
Who else is in this house?
[Dr. Sapru hesitates] I am alone.
Everyone… everyone has left for Jammu.
[shushes] I’m, I’m, I’m telling you, why don’t you believe me?
There’s no one at home.
Look, look, believe me!
I’m telling you there’s no one. Trust me.
Trust me, there’s no one at home.
They’ve all left for Jammu.
Listen to me, please. Please!
Hey Lord… Hey Lord Shiva. Hey Lord Shiva
[dramatic music playing]
[continues chanting]
[music swells]
[gunshot echoes]
[gasps] Dad!
[shushes]
[Eela whimpers]
[crying, whimpering]
[Eela’s mom shushes]
[diabolic music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[millitant 1] Hey!
[Eela’s mom screams] Where are you going?
Let go! Let go of us!
[Eela shrilly] Leave us!
Sheru! Sheru Sheru!
[growls]
[Sheru growls]
[millitant 1] Hey!
[Eela’s mom screams]
[militant talking indistinctly]
[Eela crying] No!
[militant] Take this.
[Eela’s mom grunts]
[Eela and her mom sobbing]
[Eela’s mom shushes]
[Eela’s mom groans] Mom, Mom…
[whimpering] Everything will be okay.
Everything will be fine.
Mom, where’s Dad?
[Eela’s mom shushes] No. Dad is fine! Don’t worry.
Sheru? Sheru?
Sheru is safe too. They’re all fine.
[voice breaks] Everything will be alright.
Mom, your I… leg…?
[knocking at the door]
[Zainab] Aunty? Aunty?
[knocking at the door]
[whispers] Zainab?
You didn’t go home?
Come inside. Come on in.
[dramatic music playing]
They are over here!
They’re hiding in here.
Come get them!
They’re hiding here!
[dramatic music playing]
[Eela’s mom sobs]
[whimpering]
[Eela sobbing] Come on. Come on. Come inside. Come.
[Eela sobs] Mom, no, Mom…
[Eela] Quiet. Stay.
Be quiet!
[sobbing] Mom!
[Eela’s mom] Quiet! Stay quiet!
Whatever happens, you’re not going to step out.
Take this, nothing will happen to you.
[echoes] You will live!
Do you understand what I’m saying?
Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! [shushes]
[Eela crying] Mom! Mom… Please… [sobbing]
[latch clicks]
[Eela wailing]
[sobbing] [shushes]
[Eela continues crying]
[tender music playing]
[Eela continues crying]
[hums Eela’s song]
[melancholic music playing]
[sobbing]
[in Hindi, haltingly] ♪ The golden days
That have passed ♪
♪ A deep, dark night has arrived… ♪
♪ But… ♪
[Eela heaving]
♪ Don’t be afraid, you’re not alone ♪
♪ After all, they are with you ♪
♪ Who? ♪
♪ Lull… ♪
♪ Lullabies sung by these valleys ♪
♪ Lullabies sung by these valleys ♪
♪ And the snowy mountaintops ♪
♪ And the snowy mountaintops ♪
♪ The leaves of the Chinar ♪
♪ The leaves of the Chinar ♪
♪ That have stories to tell… ♪
[door opens]
[Eela’s mom wails]
[man] There she is.
[glass shatters]
[man] Where’s the girl?
[Eela’s mom] No one’s here!
[man] Where’s your daughter?
[Eela’s mom whimpers]
Don’t come here.
[man] Tell me!
[Eela’s mom] Don’t…
[glass shatters]
[Eela’s mom screams in pain]
[man] Where’s the girl?
[Eela’s mom whimpers indistinctly]
[Eela’s mom sobbing]
[man threatening indistinctly]
[man] Where’s the girl?
[Eela’s mom screams]
[muffled sobbing]
[dramatic music swells]
[man] Where’s your daughter?
[Eela’s mom whimpers] There’s no one. Leave me! [gasps]
[man threatens indistinctly]
I am asking something!
[Eela’s mom wailing in pain] Leave me!
Leave me!
[man] Where’s your daughter?
[objects clatter and crash]
[Eela’s mom wailing in pain]
[man] Where’s your daughter tell me!
[object shatters]
[Eela’s mom screams] Leave me!
[wails in pain]
[man] Where’s your daughter?
[Eela’s mom wails]
[gunshot]
[Gulnaar screams] Mom! Mom! Mom! [crying]
[dramatic music playing]
Mom! [sobbing]
[sobbing]
[music intensifies]
[latch clicks]
[music continues]
[music swells]
[gunshot echoes]
[music fades]
♪ Shivashankara ♪
♪ Shiva shankara ♪
[wind whooshes sharply]
[ominous music playing]
[music intensifies]
[Ridwaan grunts]
[Juneid] Tell me where they are.
Or I’ll kill you!
[tense music playing]
[Ayaan moans]
[Juneid grunts]
[Ayaan] Iqbal uncle! Iqbal uncle!
[Iqbal and militant grunt]
[Iqbal croaks]
Iqbal uncle! Uncle!
[grunts and wails in pain]
[flesh squelches]
[squeals]
[grunts]
[croaks] Iqbal uncle!
[Iqbal whimpers]
Iqbal uncle!
[dramatic music intensifies]
[dog growls]
[echoes] Never again! Never again!
[gunshot echoes]
[latch jingles]
[Sheru growls]
[ominous music playing]
[snarls menacingly]
[dramatic music plays]
[growls fiercely]
[growls fiercely]
[growls loudly]
[militant screams in pain]
[Sheru snarls and growls]
[militant screams loudly]
[Ridwaan grunts]
[Shaukat over speaker] This is police.
You have been surrounded.
Step out, now.
This is our final warning.
Step out with your arms raised.
It is our final warning.
[Ridwaan grunts]
Drop your weapons and surrender yourselves to us, right now!
[Ridwaan groaning]
[Shaukat] Or we will have to barge in.
[running footsteps receding]
I’m giving you an opportunity, Juneid.
Juneid, surrender now.
You cannot run away from us.
Come out, Juneid.
[faint footsteps descending]
[ominous music playing]
[Zainab breathing heavily]
We can settle this peacefully.
Let her go.
Drop your weapons.
Or she will lose her life.
This is your final warning.
[shrill gunshot echoes] Shut up!
Make one mistake, and an innocent looses her life.
Lower your weapons.
Make way for me to leave.
Juneid, please let her go.
We will not hurt you.
[gunshot echoes]
[Zainab gasps]
[low, suspenseful music plays]
[body thuds]
[gunshot]
[Juneid gasps]
[gunshot echoes]
[gunshots echo]
[low, dramatic music playing]
[ominous music playing]
[crackles and whooshes]
[gun clatters]
[breathing heavily]
[horn blows loudly]
[dramatic music playing]
[Gulnaar winces]
[Khalid] I don’t know.
I’ve never seen him in person.
[cell phone ringing]
[Ridwaan panting and grunting]
[cell phone ringing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[young Zainab] They are over here!
[suspenseful music continues]
[echoes] Come get them!
[Eela] Betrayal!
They are hiding here.
[music slows]
[dramatic music playing]
She’s the one! [sobs]
[gasps]
[coughing]
[dramatic music playing]
[music fades]
[tender music playing]
[melancholic music playing]
[banging]
[clattering]
[banging]
[clattering]
[tender music playing]
[music swells]
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
[tender music playing]
[in Hindi] ♪ The golden days
That have passed ♪
♪ A deep, dark night has arrived ♪
♪ Don’t be afraid, you’re not alone ♪
♪ After all, they are with you ♪
♪ Lullabies sung by these valleys ♪
♪ And the snowy mountains ♪
♪ Surrender to sleep’s call ♪
♪ Surrender to sleep’s call ♪
♪ My doll, open your big, beautiful eyes ♪
♪ Listen to the soft rain ♪
♪ These raindrops whisper softly ♪
♪ Yes, even this dark night will end ♪
♪ Take your halfawake eyes ♪
♪ To your dreams ♪
♪ The branches of the Chinar ♪
♪ Are swinging and singing here ♪
♪ Surrender to sleep’s call ♪
[tender music playing]
♪ The golden days that have passed ♪
♪ A deep, dark night has arrived ♪
♪ Don’t be afraid, you’re not alone ♪
♪ After all, they are with you… ♪
[sobbing]
♪ Surrender to sleep’s call ♪
[song continues]
[song ends]
