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(Flight announcement) What's with this touch-and-go visit, Sami? Can't you leave after two days, brother? I have to go, dear. Too much work waiting for me there. Samad, we're from the DRI. We're taking you into custody right now. So, Samad... did your arrest make the morning news? No, nothing about my arrest. And your face isn't in the obituaries either. Samad... You and I know you're not the one we're really after. It's him. Your best friend. So, isn't it better that we reach an understanding? Don't be so scornful, Samad. 13B... Landmark Pinnacle Apartment, Canary Wharf, London. Isn't that... his current address? I'm sure you've heard of them. The ruthless mafia gang out in England called 'The Peckham Boys'. If I wire 80,000 pounds into their Barclays Bank account along with his address... they'll finish him for me, just the way I like. Slash, stab, shoot, or burn him alive... They'll execute it however I choose. But I won't do that, Samad. I need him right here. Right before my eyes. Alive. Well, Raghavan sir... Six months back, the Peckham Boys got a similar contract. Are you saying you had no idea about that? Except, the rate wasn't the same. The bounty was 20,000 pounds more than your offer. Because whoever placed that hit wanted my best friend to bleed to a slow, agonising death through the night. What's his name? - Hey! - Dad! Dad! You think you're my boss now?! I couldn't wait until we had him here! Shut it! I'll kill you, you bloody dog! Sir! Sir, please! Stop laughing! I'll show you how to smile! Panicker sir! Take it. It's your phone. Panicker sir is going to give you a number. You must dial it from your phone. +44... Just dial it! Let's see what happens. +44... 744... 8631... 798. Panicker sir! Exactly as we guessed. See? This number's saved on his phone. Aali, UK. Aali is... his friend Aamir Ali's nickname. Isn't it?! Here you go. Samad, the DRI received the tip about you... from this very number. He doesn't want you back in Dubai, Samad. You put your lives on the line to build that fortune... and it's all sitting over there, isn't it? The fortune you've earned here... becomes yours I admire your confidence... but it's pointless. You have your phone right there, don't you? Call him. Let him be the one to tell you... that he didn't betray you. He would never betray me, sir! And I don't need to call him just to prove that. And what you showed me on the phone... You faked it! A betrayal. We get it, you trust him with your life. But for our sake, make the call. Samad, don't hold back out of concern for his safety. As long as there's no active extradition treaty between India and Britain, he's safe over there. So, call him. Ali! I am in Kozhikode, at the DRI office. Raghavan sir is here too. 'They're putting on this whole act, showing me a text they claim you sent.' They claim you ratted me out. You're on speaker. Tell them yourself. That even if we were facing death... neither of us would ever betray the other. 'Can't you hear me?' 'Hello, Ali!' Can't you hear me? Ali! Hello? They're telling the truth, Sami. It was me who ratted you out. Hello? Hello, Ali? 'Ali? Hey!' Hello?! What a shame! 'Who will lift the 11th Koyappa Ever-Rolling Trophy?' 'Just one single ball left to decide it all!' 'Mukkam Stars IX or Kings of Koduvally' 'Who becomes the champion?' 'Mukkam Stars need three runs off one ball to win against Kings of Koduvally!' 'Bowling the final delivery for the Kings of Koduvally...' 'their star bowler, the McGrath of Malabar,' 'Aamir Ali!' Ali! Break his knee! Why? Sami! To be frank, Ali... Your bowling was terrible today. That's the real reason we lost. Don't blame me when you dropped absolute sitter. Anyone would drop a catch with the sun glaring like that! Your loose bowling is responsible for this! Very loose bowling. I'll say it anywhere. Fine! Get off the bike for now. Okay, see you this evening. Hey! That runner-up trophy better be at the club in the evening. I'll think about it. - Aren't you coming in, Ali? - No, Aishumma. I have to get home and take my mom to Balussheri. Give my regards to Noorjahan. I will. You won this? What did you think of me, Mom? Now serve up some food. I'm starving! - Hold this. - Come! Isn't there an end to this? Eat it! Mom, this is pure carbs! I was going to stick to a salad, but you dragged me here. Having a bit of rice once in a while won't ruin your body. Besides... you have more than enough muscle just to manage a textile shop. Mom... we've been over this so many times. Exclusive Men's Fashion Avenue Don't insult it by calling it a textile shop. Fine, agreed. Have some more now. I've had enough! What's all the commotion about? Hey! How many times do I have to tell you? You don't need to stand up mid-meal to show respect. Relax, Dad, I wasn't showing respect. I finished eating. Is it fine if I go wash my hands? You should try going on a diet too. Shut up! - Are you heading out? - Yes, I must get going. Tell your father... I will visit him once this rush settles. Alright then. Yes, sister. He's always so lost in thought these days. And when we ask him why, he won't say a word. What is this, Dad? You should come stay with me in Koduvally for a while. - What do you say? - That's a great idea, Mom! At least he can keep me company. Grandpa! When we leave today, you're coming with us, okay? I will come. There's only one thing... I truly want to live to see and be a part of. Your wedding. If you can grant me this wish, I'll gladly come. Dad, as your daughter Noorjahan, I promise you this... I will get Ali married before this Ramadan. You have my word! Mom, what's wrong with you? Just because Grandpa said something out of anxiety... you're taking it seriously? A wedding before Ramadan? Seriously? It's more than just anxiety, Ali. I know it's my father's last wish to see you wed. Wait, why do you panic when talking about your wedding? Tell me the truth. Is there something wrong with you? I'll throw you out of the car. Oh please. Listen, Ali. I have a clear picture in mind for the girl you should marry. Oh, really? Yeah! When I went to Pathu's daughter's engagement at Chundayil... I saw a girl who fits that picture perfectly! So well-behaved! Gorgeous, too. Just the right match for you. But looking at their financial situation... Oh, so you're judging that too. Of course! Shouldn't they match our status? Yeah, obviously. Well... Who is this girl you saw? She's Pathu's new neighbour. You know the house in front of our post office? Anthrukka's house? They're the new tenants there. A teacher and her two daughters. She's the elder one. It's already ten. She must have left. You took forever to get ready! Look! There's Raziya, Pathumma's daughter. - So? - No, you don't get it. They walk to computer class together. Fiza! She's bound to show up now. Let's follow them. Hey! Get lost. Raziya! Ali annaya! Sorry I missed your engagement... but I'll definitely make it to the wedding. You must be Fiza, right? Do you know her? Well, let's just say... my mother told me about her. Mom says the picture in her mind for my bride... has a face just like yours. Shall I leave then? Annaya! So, do you approve of your mom's choice? If we invest a little money and give this place a face-lift... You'll have a good business, right? Then you won't have to support us out of pocket every month. That's alright. Ali, my boy... Can you not manage this shop instead? Sorry, Grandpa Hamza. No interest. My path is completely different. Hey, my grandfather is in critical condition. His last wish is to see me get married. Mom... We do not need a girl 'like' her. She is exactly who we need. Please do not ask me to adjust once again, Minister. I can't do that anymore. That's the reality of my situation. Sahib, I ordered 8 Crores worth of most modern construction equipment... from Liebherr in Germany six months ago, counting on my bill being cleared. That container arrives at Kochi port tomorrow. I even mortgaged our ancestral home, the place we live in, just to scrounge up the temporary funds. I understand your situation, Younus. But, you know... I can't clear this on my own authority. Even so, give it a few more days. Let me try one more time. Also... you need to go see Raghavan sir, the Party Secretary. You know how coalitions work. With just one word from him... your problem will be... solved in minutes. 'Go and meet him.' Ali... I know what you're thinking. I've faced plenty of crises like this before. And I've overcome every single one of them. Which is why... I didn't mention any of this to you or your mother. But this time, I don't know... I am afraid it is getting out of hand. I just wanted you to be aware of what's happening. That's the reason I brought you along today. Like the Minister suggested... should we go see the Party Secretary Raghavan sir? Yes, we should. But first, let's get our shipment delivered tomorrow. - Namaste, Sahib! - Namaste. - Have they started? - Yes. This is Gopakumar, our customs broker. Come quickly. They're waiting for us inside. Gopakumar, is this the party? - Yes, sir. - Namaste. - Open it. - Okay, sir. The valuation is correct, sir. No dutiable goods found. - Issue the out-of-charge order then. - Okay, sir. Sir! This item is unlisted. Are you sure it's not on the list? Yes, sir. This is a dutiable item. It is only a clock, sir. Can't you let it slide? Let me see. Sir, this... Sir, I swear I know nothing about this. I'm innocent. That may be true. But in such circumstances, the recipient is held responsible. So, you'll have to come with us now, Mr.Younus. - You're his son, right? - Yes. Let your father come with us now. Don't panic. Follow us down to the customs office. We will talk further there. Sir, my dad is innocent. As I said... we will discuss this there. [Gopakumar] No, they brought him to the office. He's inside right now. Okay. - Ma'am... - Yes? My dad has been in there for a long time. Please wait. The officer will call you. This stands as one of the most significant gold busts Customs has made recently. We estimate the value to be around two crore rupees. And... this man is the accused. - Dad!! - Ali! Hailing from Koduvally, Kozhikode. Younus Ali. While he may not be a familiar face to you... Mr. Younus carries a heavy legacy. A legacy that both Customs and the media of this state... cannot easily forget. Maambraykkal Ahmed Ali. Strict acts like COFEPOSA... were drafted specifically to deal with this notorious star smuggler. And Ahmed Ali's only son... is this man, Younus Ali. Unlike his father, Younus had no desire to be publicly known as a smuggler. Therefore, he conducted his dealings with utmost caution. By profession, Younus is a PWD contractor. But a jewellery shop founded by Ahmed Ali in Koduvally... is still being run by him today. He used this shop as a cover... for all his illegal activities. Okay, sir. I'll call you back. Thank you. It's going to be tough. COFEPOSA has been imposed. That means preventive detention for up to a year. We must deposit thirty percent of the seized gold's value... before we can even file an appeal. - They valued it at two crores, right? - Yes, sir. So, thirty percent of two crores... means we need sixty lakhs. You need to raise that amount immediately. Only then can we move forward. I'll arrange it, sir. I'll do it immediately. But before that... Can I see my father? Yes, I will arrange it. Don't worry. [DISTRICT JAIL, ERNAKULAM] How are your mom and Fiza holding up? They called me a little while ago. Customs raided the house as well. Dad. Do you have any enemies in the business? There are plenty of them. But I don't think any of them are behind this. Then? About two months ago... Party Secretary Punnavel Raghavan's PA called me. He said he needed to see me urgently. So I went to meet him. Hi, Younus. - Raghavan sir. - How have you been? You know him, right? Harris Basheer. Yes, I do. Calicut Global's... Yes, he's the MD. Beyond healthcare, hospitality, and construction... he owns nearly a hundred jewellery branches across the country and overseas. He's like a younger brother to me. I'm sorry. Got caught up in a meeting. - Please. - Thank you. I've heard a lot about your father, Younus. He's been a huge inspiration to me. Well, that's amusing. Listen, Harris... Younus isn't interested in any of that. Otherwise, even with all the infrastructure his father built right in his grasp... why would he do this government contract work? Younus... We need your help. The container with the construction equipment you ordered from Germany, is scheduled to arrive at Kochin port next week, right? If you permit, Younus... our men at the port will re-stuff the container in complete secrecy. Harris has all the necessary arrangements in place at Dubai. When the re-stuffed container reaches Kochi, it will contain about hundred kilos of our goods. Don't look so alarmed. It's gold. We'll make sure there are zero hiccups at the Kochi port as well. You only have to receive it and deliver it to us safely. In return, your pending government bills worth crores, which have been gathering dust on desks for months... I will have them cleared. In a matter of minutes. And what did you tell them, Dad? Raghavan sir... Ever since I was old enough to know better, I vowed never to walk my father's path. And I'll take that vow to my grave. Your government is unfairly holding the money... I rightfully earned through clean, honest labour. And I don't need to stoop to a crooked deal like this to get it. I don't know what happened after that, Ali. Even if I tell this now, no one is there to believe me. COFEPOSA... That's the story they're going with? Do you know, Ali? Up North, ruled Sukur Narain Bakhia and Haji Mastan. Down here in the South, it was Mudaliyar... and your grandfather. Maambraykkal Ahmed Ali. The four of them were an absolute nightmare for Mrs. Gandhi. That's what drove her to enact COFEPOSA in Parliament back in '74. Along with MISA... and DISIR... not to mention the Emergency itself. Bakhia, Mastan, and Mudaliyar were crushed by it. Yet, even with all the weight of that COFEPOSA law... she couldn't keep Ahmed Ali behind bars for even half an hour. And today, they frame our innocent boy Younus-- Ali, meet Sebastian, the officer I told you about. Former Customs Commissioner. Please come in. - Has she arrived yet? - Yes, she has. She's just freshening up. When Mr. Hamza asks for a favour... it's not something I can just ignore. Neither back then... nor now. Aamir. That's your name, right? Yes. I'm not doing this just because my dad asked me to. I agreed to meet you because your father's case actually looks genuine. Besides, between the two of us, I can speak completely openly. For years, Customs and the smugglers in our state... have operated on a mutual understanding. To put up a smokescreen for the public and the media... smugglers themselves will occasionally surrender a carrier to Customs. Most of the time, it's just some poor, desperate expat... hired for a tiny commission to carry half a kilo or a kilo of gold... hidden inside milk powder tins or their underwear. That is the massive 'gold hunt' you see splashed across the news. But this time, the usual routine wasn't enough. Mathrubhumi ran a major exposé titled 'The Unseen Side of Gold Smuggling'... about two months ago. With that, catching someone with half a kilo or a kilo wasn't going to cut it. This time, they needed a specific face... that they could point fingers at. That's how they zeroed in on your father. Who... Who exactly are 'they'? I cannot give you names. But from what I've gathered... They approached your father a while ago... with a plan to run a large-scale operation using his consignment as a front. [Priya] 'With your grandfather's notorious past...' 'and that jewellery shop in Koduvally...' 'your father was the most believable scapegoat they could find.' Ali. To free my father, why should I sell my mother's and wife's gold... or go around begging the locals for money? They are the ones who trapped him. Punnavel Raghavan and Harris Basheer. So shouldn't my father's freedom be bought with their money? What's on your mind? An ambush. On their next run... I'm gonna ambush them. Attaboy! Fight fire with fire! That's how you prove you're the true grandson of Mambarakkal Ahmed Ali! Don't worry about selling the gold from the ambush. There are plenty of ways for that. Listen, Ali... Don't get reckless listening to these washed-up old smugglers. Pulling an ambush is a dangerous game. It won't end well for us. Then what choice do I have? With our bills frozen, even my house deed is mortgaged. Even if I want to sell the textile shop... can we find a buyer on such short notice? I have no other way out, Sami. You haven't said anything. Do whatever feels right to you. We need to bring your father back home, no matter what. [Hamza] 'Their main smuggling route...' is through the Trivandrum airport, backed by Raghavan's political clout. Gold rarely comes through Karipur. But from what I've gathered, there's a plan to move ten kilos through Karipur... within the next two weeks. They're using a family of three as carriers. Right now, it's set for the 28th. But it could get postponed too. The other shipment goes by road. They're moving six kilos of gold from here to Mysore tomorrow night. But hitting that is high risk. Is everything okay? What's the plan, punk? You here to pull an ambush? Who are you? Never seen you around. The name's Aamir Ali. Son of Younus Ali, the man Customs arrested for gold smuggling the other day. I need ten million rupees to fight my father's case. So... I'm taking three of them. Why stop at three? If you've got what it takes, take the whole damn lot. I've got what it takes. But I don't need all of it. I know my blood carries all the traits of a master smuggler. Go tell your dad not to fuel that fire. Hey, Hamza! It's been ages! - How have you been? - I'm doing well. Saittuji, this is Aamir. Aamir... The Great Ahmed Ali's grandson... You know... We were friends... Partners... Brothers. Come. Come with me. - You need the cash in Kochi, right? - Yes. It'll be ready on the date you say. If you need any help, you can always ask me. Let this case be over and Younus be freed as soon as possible. Saittuji. We may not be doing business anymore, but we had built certain ground rules together in the past. Which you've conveniently forgotten. Like this one right here. The unwritten rule between us was never to entertain... stray dogs peddling ambushed gold. Harris. Before we get to that, let me remind you of some other rules we had in this business. One of them was... not to sacrifice innocents, for our own safety. And yet... you did exactly that. What's worse... you did it to Ahmed Ali's family. As long as Aamir needs my help, I'll be there for him. So, it's clear. You've taken your stand, Saittuji. Good. Good! Aamir. With the money from that ambushed gold... you might manage to bail your father out. But... it doesn't just end there, does it? Your father's pending bills worth crores are still gathering dust on Government's office desks. I can overlook the fact that you ambushed my gold. But... you laying your damn hands on him... Let's see! Dad! With accrued interest, the total amount due is close to nine crores. Settle at least half within a month, and we can stall the process. Otherwise... Dad! - Sahib, my bill? - What is this, Younus? Coming to see me while your case is active? The press and the opposition are already breathing down my neck... along with the treacherous snakes in my own party. And you show up now? Sir, I beg you! Please approve my bill-- My bill? Younus, your bill isn't going to get passed. Your company is officially blacklisted. Don't ever come back here asking for this again. Sir... [Aamir] Dad! Son... I was just... checking my father's old gun. I told Dad that Rahim landed me a contract with the Salik toll system in Dubai. Rahim has got quite a few…