(upbeat music)
Note down the order.
Two Russians.
Not the ones from Goa, I need authentic Russians.
36-24-36. Not an inch more or less.
Height shouldn't be less than 5 feet 10 inches.
Yes. You know the address. Send them in half an hour.
(elevator dings)
Yeah.
It's crazy. She told me what to do.
It's her debut film, and she's fucking guiding me.
Yeah, she's mad, dude. She couldn't act at all.
(door beeps)
(chuckles) Where are you?
No, I just reached home.
Yeah. Okay.
-Amal, mood lighting. -(AI assistant) Mood lighting on.
Playlist number two.
(AI assistant) Playing playlist number two.
(upbeat music playing)
(snorting, exhaling)
(doorbell rings)
He's sent them so soon?
What the fuck! What are you doing here-- (gasps)
(grunts)
(panting, choking)
(elevator dings)
-(laughs) -Look how hot he is. Isn't he?
Oh, my God! He keeps getting me gifts! He's so desperate!
-Jesus. -Okay.
(keypad beeps)
(laughs)
-Wow! What a house! -Oh, my God!
-Oh, my God, this place is amazing. -Yes. It's cool.
This guy is loaded.
-Yes. -Is anybody home?
I can't see anybody.
Anybody wanna have some fun?
(elevator dings)
(tense music)
(Pallavi) Russia? UK?
-Yeah. -And what time did you come?
11:05.
(voices fade)
(escort 1) The agency just told us to be here by 11:00.
(Pallavi) So you had no conversation with him?
No.
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind, sir.
(tense music)
Pallavi Sonawane, sir. Crime Branch.
Sir, we got here by 2:30.
Virat Malhotra had called for these escorts.
And based on his orders, his bodyguard
switched off the security cameras in all the areas.
They came in and found him dead.
Turn off all the lights and turn on only this one.
Okay, sir.
(intense music)
Sir, she's sleeping.
-Are you absolutely sure? -100%, sir.
(title song)
(soft music)
(indistinct chatter)
-(woman 1) I've added the salt. -(woman 2) Pass me the oil.
-Is this okay? -Yes.
Asmita.
Don't add the tempering before the oil is hot.
Okay, didi.
And, Kalyani, don't be hasty.
Strain the poha properly.
No one likes to eat soggy poha.
Okay, didi.
Zeenat.
Madam is calling for you.
Okay.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Yes, sir, I received the cheque. -(knocks)
-Madam? -Yes, sir.
Yes, we've started a medical programme.
And as you know, all this requires funding.
A cheap ₹50 nylon rope was used
to strangle to death
Virat Malhotra, the rising star of Bollywood.
Many theories are being put forward about this murder.
I have a theory too,
but I will share it with you
only when I have sufficient proof in support of it.
-According to inside sources... -Yes, sir. Okay.
-...on the night of the murder… -Thank you, sir.
(reporter's voice fades)
Last night, Mumbai Commissioner Arun Khatri called.
He was asking about you.
Do you know him?
Zeenat, in the last five years,
I haven't seen a better inmate than you.
But who you were before coming here and what you did...
you've never shared with me.
Does this call have anything to do with that?
Yes, madam.
Do you have anything to say?
I want to send a message to Mr. Arun Khatri.
(phone rings)
Sir, Mr. Prateek Suryavanshi is here.
Send him in.
(knocks) May I come in?
-Come, come. -Hey, commissioner! (laughs)
Good to see you, Suryavanshi.
-After, what, 25 years? -Yes.
In what was a beautiful Pune!
(in Marathi) There's nothing quite like Pune.
(both laughing)
Have a seat.
Thanks.
Ian Fleming once said...
"Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence.
"And the third time is enemy action, Mr. Bond."
Get to the point, Suryavanshi.
The first murder took place in Mazgaon,
the second in Kalbadevi and now the third.
Exact same pattern.
Perhaps the serial killer
who terrorised Pune 25 years ago has returned.
-This time, in Mumbai-- -The same old theory again?
This isn't a theory.
This is the work of a serial killer. There's no doubt about it.
But we need to find out if it is the same serial killer from Pune
-or someone else-- -Let sleeping dogs lie, Suryavanshi.
What do we achieve by scaring people?
25 years ago, you couldn't catch the Pune serial killer.
And yet, the department promoted you.
I have never been able to solve this mystery.
Do what you want, but remember one thing.
You don't have all the facts.
-I'll get them soon. -Good luck with that.
See you.
(suspenseful music)
(lock clicks, door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(gravy sloshing)
Didi, taste this.
Salt.
Hello, madam.
Zeenat.
(tense music)
Asmita.
Hello, Zeenat.
Sir, I'll be in my office.
Please let me know if you need anything.
Thank you, warden.
-Hello, Mrs. Deshpande. -Hello, Arun.
-25 years. -25 years, 1 month and 17 days.
In so many years, this is the first time
you sent a message.
And that too just three words, "I can help."
-You knew I'd come. -Yes.
Tell me how you can help.
You thought I was responsible what's happening in Mumbai.
-Yes. -By escaping from here?
Yes.
You've always overestimated my cleverness.
25 years back, that's what my seniors told me too.
Then, when you confessed to all eight murders,
everyone was silenced.
You're much cleverer than I think you are, Mrs. Deshpande.
-Zeenat. -Zeenat.
I'm inside, which means there is someone outside
who is trying to copy me.
And you think you can help me?
I know for certain that I can help you.
You've come this far to meet me,
which means he has killed not only Virat Malhotra
but others too.
-Yes. -How many?
Three, so far.
Why do you think he's a man?
I have a woman sitting in front of me.
There is no one like me.
For now, let's assume he's a man.
-Is he copying me in the exact way? -Yes.
Then he'll kill at least five more people.
And if he isn't stopped, perhaps more.
You need my help, Arun.
Why do you assume that the Mumbai Police
can't catch serial killers?
They can.
But it'll take time.
Do you have the time?
And I can do what the police can't.
-Such as? -I can think like him.
Takes one to catch one.
That's why you've come this far to meet me, Arun.
I will help you.
But I want something in return.
Have you lost your mind, Arun?
Sir, she will be an invaluable asset to us.
(scoffs) Come on, Arun.
Forget this ridiculous idea and ask me for anything else.
With great difficulty,
we've hidden the similarities between the murders from the media.
But it's only a matter of time
before some news channel figures it out.
And then, there will be complete chaos.
Before that can happen, we need to catch this copycat killer.
Only Mrs. Deshpande can think like this killer.
Mrs. Deshpande!
Her name makes her sound like some innocent housewife.
As a matter of fact, sir, she was a housewife.
She also owned a small restaurant in Pune.
So, what's your plan?
Sir, on the outskirts of Mumbai,
there's a guest house for DRE officers.
It's surrounded by a dense jungle.
That location can be secured easily.
We will keep Mrs. Deshpande there.
If this information gets out, our careers will be finished.
Sir, if this move backfires, you can put the entire blame on me.
Think of it like I never shared this plan with you.
This meeting never happened.
Okay.
-Thank you, sir. -But, Arun, be careful.
Very, very careful.
In trying to catch one killer, don't let the other get away.
Yes, sir.
(bike rumbles)
(exciting music)
Sir, the rider has arrived.
Is drinking tea all you do the entire day?
(laughing)
Don't laugh.
My hair is a complete mess.
Raghu, I've told you that you don't need a helmet in this area.
Remember, I don't break simple rules.
-Is bhai awake? -Yes, he's with Jenny.
So, he's up.
(song playing)
Hey, Sachin. You'll run out of data!
Rana!
-You have more samosa in your beard. -I know.
Save one for me.
(song continues in background)
Hello, bhai.
Is the job done?
Yes. Eight kilos of Russian snow.
They agreed to our price. They'll be here soon.
Well done.
Bhai, the money?
Wow! Ready and all...
The drugs are here.
Go!
Hey, stop! Get down. Down!
Hands up!
(indistinct chatter)
Down! Hands up!
Get down!
Down! Go in. Go in and check.
Get down! Hands up!
What the...
-What happened? -Police!
(upbeat music)
Hey!
(tense music)
Hey!
Hands up!
Down! Down!
(indistinct chatter on radio)
It's right. Go ahead.
Who's Raghu here?
You've been summoned.
You may leave.
Really sorry, ACP Tejas.
What the fuck is going on?
We were going to find out today
who the dealer behind the shipments was.
-I'm really very sorry, ACP. -Sandeep, three months
of my hard work has been wasted.
I understand, but these were Commissioner's orders.
Commissioner?
-Sir. -ACP Tejas Phadke.
Sorry to have disrupted your undercover operation.
But I need you for a more urgent assignment.
Sir.
With all due respect, sir, all my hard work has been wasted.
I understand your frustration, ACP.
But you won't find a bigger case than this.
-Consider this an order. -Sir.
And these files should not leave this office.
-Read them carefully. -Yes, sir.
(intriguing music)
(door creaks)
-Sir. -So, what do you think?
It's unbelievable.
Have you heard about the Virat Malhotra murder?
-Yes, sir. -Let me show you something.
Virat Malhotra in Oshiwara.
Robby Carvalho in Mazgaon.
Ramesh Patel in Kalbadevi.
All three were strangled using a nylon rope.
All three bodies were posed in front of a mirror.
You're saying there's a serial killer in Mumbai?
Correct.
Do you think Seema Deshpande has done this too?
No, I arrested Mrs. Deshpande.
She's in Hyderabad Central Jail.
So, this means someone's trying to copy Seema Deshpande?
Yes. We have a copycat killer.
Sir, Seema Deshpande's court order states that
she's in Hyderabad Central Jail under an alias.
Why is that?
I caught Mrs. Deshpande by chance, just after her eighth murder.
Hmm.
I knew she had committed all the murders.
But I had evidence to prove just one.
She confessed to the other seven murders herself...
on certain conditions.
A new name, a new identity and a jail in a different city.
Mrs. Deshpande was sent to the Hyderabad jail
as Zeenat Fatima.
We stated her crime was her husband's murder.
That's why you won't find any records on her,
apart from this file.
Which only six people have read so far.
You are the seventh.
We kept this story away from the media then.
It was easier in those days.
But those who remember the Pune murders
still think that the murders suddenly stopped
because the killer disappeared.
Although we did apprehend the killer.
So, you're saying we should use Seema Deshpande's tactics
to catch this copycat killer?
Tejas.
We are going to do something that has never been done before.
We will make Mrs. Deshpande a part of our investigation team.
Sir, that's very risky.
-I'm sure she's dangerous. -Very.
But this case demands out-of-the-box thinking.
This case will remain unofficial.
As of now, the details of this case will remain between the two of us.
I've allotted a small team to guard Mrs. Deshpande.
-Sir, can I ask you something? -Sure.
Why did you select me for this case?
Well, I read your file.
You prefer difficult assignments.
You've worked in different departments.
Clearly, you are somebody who does not work for promotions.
You work for results.
Thank you, sir.
Now, go get some rest.
Don't know when you'll get the chance again.
Sir.
(hairdryer whirrs)
-You like it? -I love it.
-I'm so glad. -Thank you so much, Tanvi.
You're most welcome.
Pamela-ji, don't forget whose suggestion this was.
Of course, of course. It was you, my dear.
-Thank you so much, sweetheart. -Thank you.
-Bye, see you. -Bye. Have a good evening.
You tally the accounts. I'll start the clean-up.
(gentle music)
Hey...
I need a haircut, ma'am.
Teju! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
-You're back. -Yes, I'm back.
-You're back, for sure? -I'm back for sure.
Okay. (chuckle)
Hey, come here.
Hi, Divya.
She's been dying to hear your voice.
-I missed you. -I missed you too.
We still have an undercover activity pending.
Yuck, don't be gross.
Why don't you guys go home? I'll lock up.
Thank you. And I love you.
-Come on, let's go. -Sure. Bye.
Bye!
(romantic music)
(moaning)
(sighing, panting)
Oh, fuck.
(breathes heavily)
Birth control?
Of course. We can't take a chance.
But you said...
I said we'd talk about it.
I've just started the salon. It needs to be set up properly.
When will we start our family?
We will, Teju.
Our time will come.
Hmm. Yet another excuse.
Sure! I have many more excuses.
You don't come home for months, and you want a baby.
Have I ever given you grief for this?
In that aspect, I'm very lucky.
Excuse me. You're lucky in every aspect, okay?
I know.
Okay. Now, go. Go take your shower.
Ajoba will be here soon.
-Can we go for a second round? -No. Go.
-Please. -Go.
(doorbell rings)
-Teju! -Ajoba! Come.
Bless you.
Please come.
-How are you, dear? -Very well.
I'm happy that your undercover is done.
-Hmm. -We're always worried about you
when we have no clue where you are.
I agree, Ajoba.
I've been given a new assignment,
which is just as risky and important.
Whom do you have to catch?
Commissioner Arun Khatri has personally selected me.
Congratulations.
But whom do you have to catch?
I've asked him three times, Ajoba.
I think it's top secret.
It really is top secret.
Does he not tell you anything?
No, nothing at all.
-Hmm? -Hmm!
(grunting, groaning in pain)
Didi, what's happening? Didi...
-(cries in pain) -Should I call someone?
Didi...
(cries in pain)
Madam! Madam! Something's wrong with Zeenat didi!
-Easy. -(cries in pain)
Hurry up.
Close it. Lock it.
(siren wailing)
(thrilling music)
Open it.
(exciting music)
Lock it from the outside.
(exciting music continues)
Get down.
Go inside, inmate.
All necessary clothes and toiletries are kept here.
Get ready quickly. Sir will be here any minute.
Okay.
(emotional music)
(car engine whirrs)
(door creaks)
(sombre music)
-Hello, Zeenat. -Hello, Arun.
This is ACP Tejas Phadke.
He's in charge of this investigation.
Sit.
Hello, Inspector.
Hello, Mrs. Deshpande.
Please call me Zeenat.
I'd prefer Mrs. Deshpande.
It will ensure I remember that I'm dealing with a serial killer.
As you wish.
Thank you very much for bringing me to this place.
It feels like a real home.
-Do you remember-- -Shall we begin, sir?
-Yes. -Okay.
(intense music)
Photographs from the three crime scenes.
It's nothing new for you, but still, take a look and tell us
if you find anything different.
Photographs only show what the photographer wants you to see.
I can only help you if I see the crime scene with my own eyes.
Virat Malhotra's was the last murder, right?
Yes.
I want to visit the crime scene.
That's not possible.
I'll allow it.
Yes, sir.
Sir, I don't think it's a good idea.
Taking her out can be a security risk.
It's okay.
We need results quickly.
What's your assessment? What do you think of her?
Sir, she hides a lot behind her smile.
Correct.
Like the photographer, she will only show you
what she wants you to see.
-Be very careful. -Sir.
(intense music)
(metal clanks)
(elevator dings)
The body was found here.
(eerie music)
(grunts)
(suspenseful music)
Can I see the photos that were taken here again?
This award was in his hand.
He copied my third murder perfectly.
You must remember, Arun?
-The politician. -And a child rapist.
After killing him, I placed his Humanitarian Award in his hands.
I remember.
And I mentioned this only once in my confession statement, Arun.
Bloody hell.
He has read my file.
There is no other way he could have known about this award.
Sir, you said only six people had read that file.
Right. And one of them is me.
I need the names of the other five, sir.
You'll have them by morning.
Mrs. Deshpande, you saw these photos at the safe house as well.
You could have given us the information right there.
Why did you have to bring us here?
I've spent 25 years in jail.
I'm a little rusty.
In order to think like a killer, I needed to be here.
I wasted some of your time, but I did help, right?
(sighs)
So, now I want you to do me a favour.
(intriguing music)
You're only being given this much liberty
because the commissioner trusts you.
If it were up to me, I'd not let you step foot inside the kitchen.
-Yes, sir. -This isn't your house.
This is a police operation.
Yes.
(upbeat music)
Of the six people who have read the file, three are dead.
The public prosecutor is 75 years old.
He burnt the file long back.
He said no mark of such a woman should be kept in the house.
We're left with you and defence lawyer Jehan Daruwala.
I'm going to meet him, sir.
(doorbell rings)
(safe creaks)
What the fuck! It's not here?
What do you mean?
I keep all my special files in this safe.
And mind you, Mrs. Deshpande was super special.
Hers is the only file missing.
Perhaps you put it somewhere else.
Don't misjudge me looking at the mess here, dear.
I know exactly which paper is where.
Does anyone else have the keys to this safe?
This has to be the work of that asshole Hosh.
Who?
My nephew. A useless son of a bitch.
After my sister's death, I was emotional
and told Hosh to stay with me.
It's been 30 years, but that good-for-nothing guy
has done nothing in life.
I need to talk to him, sir.
Wait for a bit. He'll be here soon.
He stays up all night and sleeps through the day.
Can I see a photo of his?
Why would I keep that idiot's photo?
(vehicle honks)
-There... his highness has arrived. -(honks)
(Hosh) Watchman, open the gate!
(gate creaks)
Is it him?
(intense music)
No guns in the house! I'm telling you, I hate guns!
Hey!
Stop!
Fuck!
Alert the control room.
A golden scooter. Number plate MH1BA421.
Run it. Yeah.
Inspector, what has this asshole done?
Show me his room.
(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
(water dripping)
I've cooked some extra food. Please ask your team to eat.
You cook, you eat.
Okay.
(Mrs. Deshpande) Dear Hosh, it's a good thought.
I too would like to sit with you and drink whiskey, instead of beer.
I thought you were...
But I also know... That's why...
You don't like this world...
I pray for your well-being.
I enjoy our conversations..
Yours truly, Seema Deshpande.
Sir, Mrs. Deshpande was in touch with Hosh.
I'm sure that Hosh is the killer.
She was lying to us, sir.
This was all a sham.
(intense music)