(performing rhythmic footwork)
Hands strong!
(rhythmic footwork continues)
Look at your hands.
(eerie music)
(rhythm fades)
(lion growling)
(growling continues)
-(loud roar) -(gasps)
(panting)
(melancholic music)
(breathes heavily)
(title song)
(indistinct chatter)
(journalist) Currently reporting from Navi Mumbai,
where a 44-year-old IT consultant D.K. Murthy
was murdered in his apartment last night.
And as always, Sansani 24/7 is here before the Mumbai Police.
(indistinct chatter)
Please move aside.
Send another team. I need the media out.
I'll call you back. Sir.
How did the media get here so quickly?
Sir, the maid found the body first.
She informed the neighbours.
And the neighbours found it more appropriate
to call the media first rather than the police.
-Is it the same MO? -Yes, sir.
(camera clicking)
Sir, I think the killer is physically very strong.
I mean, just look at him.
He weighs 86 kilos.
To kill a man of this size,
it must have taken a lot of strength.
And, sir, the killer is getting more creative by the day.
(intense music)
Correct. The window between murders is reducing.
He's being hasty.
He killed Virat ten days ago.
We can't hide the existence of this killer
from the public anymore.
Right, sir.
Tejas.
More...
Tejas, we need to form a special investigation team.
Yes, sir.
And this team cannot find out about Mrs. Deshpande.
-She remains our secret. -Right, sir.
(indistinct chatter)
(suspenseful music)
You and your team will operate from this location.
I've asked them to assemble in the conference room.
-Okay. -No one else in the department
knows about this operation.
-Good morning, Pallavi. -Sir.
-Good morning, everyone. -Good morning, sir.
Pallavi, this is ACP Tejas. He's leading this operation.
-You will report to him. -Sir.
The way you connected the three murders...
-very impressive, Pallavi. -Thank you, sir.
As per my instructions, Pallavi has formed a team.
Why don't you introduce your team?
This is SI Haniya. She's in charge of our tech unit.
Haniya's team will handle digital surveillance,
data analysis and communication interception.
-SI Praveer. -Hello, sir.
-Hello. -Praveer's team will cover
ground intelligence and field operations.
-Sir, may I? -It's your team.
I'm sure you've all read the case files and are updated.
(Praveer) Yes, sir.
Pallavi, prepare the victim profiles accurately.
-Let's start with that. -Sir.
Praveer, activate your networks. Interrogate everyone.
Victims' families, friends, friends of friends.
-Don't leave anyone out. -Yes, sir.
Haniya, study the digital footprints of the victims in detail.
-Okay, sir. -Their social media profiles,
posts, the websites they visited, what they searched for, everything.
Yes, sir.
We don't have time. We need to move fast.
And we need to catch that son of a bitch.
-Sorry, sir. -It's okay.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Shall we, sir? -Yes. Pallavi, carry on.
Sir.
Without taking too much of your time,
let me tell you that
the Mumbai Police is yet to release a statement regarding this case
because, until now, we have been collecting information.
A special investigation team has been formed for this case.
ACP Tejas Phadke will be leading this team.
Did you know this, Tanvi?
No.
These four murders are definitely connected.
It's possible that one killer is behind all four murders.
Sir, you mean a serial killer?
We must use that term responsibly.
This is a sensitive matter.
In all four murders,
we have noticed some similar and recurring patterns.
(reporter) Has the Mumbai Police found
a witness or a suspect in this case?
This is an on-going investigation.
So, I'm not at liberty to disclose any further details.
Sir, is this going to pose a danger to the citizens of Mumbai?
Because this happens all the time.
The Mumbai Police fails to do its job
and then the people
-are left in fear-- -(Arun) No, the people need not fear.
The Mumbai Police is always prepared to protect.
Public safety is our first priority.
And let me assure you all,
we will solve this case at the earliest.
-That will be all. -(reporters speak over each other)
-(Arun) Thank you for coming. -(reporters clamour)
MAHARASHTRA POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Sir, I've cleaned up the audio.
Play it.
(Hosh sobbing)
Hosh.
Hosh!
(suspenseful music)
You won't be able to face anyone after all this drama.
Earlier, people only thought you were a failure.
But now they'll also know how big a liar,
a coward and an impotent man you are!
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Peep into yourself.
Ask yourself, "Why should I stay alive any longer?"
The only answer you'll find is
staying alive has no point anymore.
End this game. End it, Hosh.
Liberate yourself.
Liberate yourself, Hosh!
-Liberate yourself! -(glass shatters)
-Hello, ACP. -Doctor, how is Hosh feeling?
He's fine now. He's sleeping.
Please go and reconfirm this.
Okay, I'll check.
Open the door.
(sighs)
Hosh?
(tense music)
You all work very hard.
On guard day and night.
Yes, we have to, since the team is small.
That too, for me!
When I was of your age,
I'd stand for 12-14 hours to cook.
I had a small restaurant in Pune.
My sweet modaks were very famous.
I want to make some for you all as well.
You must be around six-seven people here?
Yes, almost.
Imran!
Why are you talking to the prisoner?
Sorry, sir.
And you! You only have the permission to cook,
not to chitchat with my team.
Okay.
Wait inside in the room. Sir is on his way.
(tyre screeching)
(Mrs. Deshpande) Look at yourself in the mirror.
Peep into yourself.
Ask yourself, "Why should I stay alive any longer?"
The only answer you'll find is
staying alive has no point anymore.
Bring this game to an end.
Liberate yourself.
Hosh killed himself.
You knew he'd do it.
I didn't know, but I hoped.
You killed him.
Hosh had been preparing to jump anyway.
I just gave him a little nudge to help him.
So that your secret can remain a secret forever.
And that's why your secret will always be safe with me.
So that my secret can remain a secret forever.
Number four?
D.K. Murthy, 44.
(intense music)
I think the killer and D.K. Murthy knew each other.
-How? -Looking at the photo,
it appears that the man was large in size.
Bringing a man of his size down on his back
to strangle him is very difficult.
It requires a lot of strength.
But if they knew each other,
then it would have been easier for the killer.
This requires skill too.
It's no less than an art.
You don't understand?
Let me show you.
Don't worry, Inspector. I won't let you get hurt.
First, I'd go very close to those dirtbags.
(intense music)
From behind.
Then I'd do two things together.
Kick behind the knee and tighten the rope around the neck.
Now your balance is in my hands.
Then, I'd slowly bring them down on their backs.
Come. At this point, they'd struggle.
Go on, struggle.
This is when I'd grab them between my legs.
And I'd keep pulling the rope until they stopped breathing.
(breathes heavily)
This is Krav Maga.
Yes. A friend from the military taught me.
-Are you all right? -Yes.
That man knows the minute details of my work.
He has read my file carefully.
I agree.
Thank you, Mrs. De...
Thank you, Zeenat.
I like meeting you, Inspector.
-Omkar... -Sir.
(slow intense music trails off)
Sir, our four victims, Robby Carvalho, Ramesh Patel,
Virat Malhotra and D.K. Murthy.
One was a fish broker, the other an accountant,
the third one was in Bollywood and the fourth in IT.
But one thing is common amongst all four.
Flashy lifestyles.
Sir, all four loved to show off on social media
and all four had multiple girlfriends as well.
Our team is interrogating their office colleagues.
Do one thing.
Focus more on their personal relationships.
-Sir. -I'm sure the killer knew
all his victims and had met them before.
Sir, it's possible that the killer was targeting the victims
through social media.
Quite possible.
Praveer, go to all the bars and pubs that the victims frequented.
See if there's a pattern.
All our victims met one individual regularly.
-I need that information. -Yes.
Praveer.
I'm sending you the names of all the Krav Maga instructors in Mumbai.
Do you know what Krav Maga is?
A self-defence technique, right?
Correct. It's an Israeli martial art form.
Meet them in person.
I want the names and addresses of all their clients,
-new and old. -(cell phone buzzing)
-Send that. -Okay.
Yes, Mr. Daruwala?
ACP, I forgot to tell you something the other day.
About five-six years back, the government ordered
the digitisation of all court files.
They must have given the contract to some IT company.
Exactly.
That means even the employees of that IT company
must have had access to these files.
Correct.
Also, I'm really very sorry for your loss.
May the boy rest in peace.
Bye, sir.
-Haniya. -Yes, sir.
Find out which IT company got the contract
to digitise the Pune court records from 25 years ago.
Okay, sir.
I want the name of every employee from that company
who was working on this project.
On it, sir.
Sir, how's that connected to the case?
I'll tell you.
(intense music)
(Arun) A special investigation team has been formed for this case.
ACP Tejas Phadke will be leading this team.
Without taking too much of your time, let me tell you that
the Mumbai Police is yet to release a statement regarding this case
because, until now, we have been collecting information.
It's possible that one killer is behind all four murders.
(reporter) Sir, you mean a serial killer?
(Arun) We must use that term responsibly.
This is a sensitive matter.
In all the four murders...
(press conference continues playing)
(eerie music)
-(Arun) That will be all. -(reporters speak over each other)
-Thank you for coming. -(reporters clamour)
(cell phone buzzing)
Finally, you picked up my call.
Tell me, Suryavanshi.
At the press conference, you made no mention of the Pune murders.
We've already wasted time on this topic.
Why do you have a problem in admitting
that the same Pune killer is back?
Suryavanshi, sharing the progress of the case with you is not my duty.
Fine. Then listen to what I have to say as well.
If you don't mention the Pune murders in the next few days,
I will.
(humming)
-Hi. -Hi.
Tired?
Hmm. Long day.
Can I get some love?
No, you can't.
Why? What have I done?
Serial killer assignment?
Top secret for me, and then a press conference?
Sorry.
Everything happened very quickly.
Does that mean you won't come home again?
(clicks tongue) No...
It's not an undercover operation.
It's a regular assignment. I'll come home every day.
Good.
So, now you can get love.
Are you done being angry?
Now, what can I do?
I was the one who decided to marry a cop.
Now I'm not worried.
(both laugh)
Anyway, it's not like
you are meeting a serial killer every day.
Yeah, that's right.
What are you cooking, ma'am?
Noodles in Szechuan sauce.
-That's interesting. -(doorbell rings)
Ajoba.
Pithla-bhakri, specially for you.
This is great.
Ajoba, you saved me.
I'd have had to eat the Chinese she made.
-(laughs) -Shut up.
Ajoba.
Ajoba has brought pithla-bhakri with a lot of effort.
Let's have that.
Sure. I'll serve the pithla-bhakri.
I saw you on TV.
Really? Super cop Tejas Phadke.
What super cop?
This is a dangerous job.
Really?
Says the man who walks by himself at night to the temple.
What nonsense!
Your serial killer isn't crazy to kill just anyone.
Ajoba, that's what I'm saying.
The serial killer isn't crazy to kill just anyone.
You don't know.
These serial killers are strange creatures.
How do you know that?
Do you know a serial killer?
You... You only convince this stubborn guy.
Your grandson, your problem.
Fine. I'll pray to Lord Ganpati for your safety.
Ajoba, your blessings are with me.
Nothing will happen to me.
Why are you like this!
(intense music)
ADDRESS - SAI SADAN SOCIETY, SAMARTH NAGAR, CHEMBUR, MUMBAI-400071
(sighs)
Ajoba, if you feel dizzy while walking, eat chocolate.
Give it to him.
You're forgetting, dear,
I've been doing this for ten years now.
You're forgetting too that you were young
ten years ago, but aren't anymore. So, please.
Ajoba, arguing with him is futile.
Wonderful, Ajoba.
I told you with so much love and you didn't pay any heed to me.
But listened to your daughter-in-law instead.
I listen to the wise.
Really? Your daughter-in-law is wise? What about me?
You are too, but she's wiser.
-(Tanvi laughs) -Never mind. Call me. Okay?
-Okay, see you. -See you.
-Bye, Ajoba. -Bye.
Come on, champ!
(eerie music)
(clock ticking)
(grave music)
(Zeenat) My modaks were very famous.
You must be around six-seven people here?
(Imran) Yes, almost.
(Zeenat) I want to make some for you all as well.
(intense music)
(Zeenat) The modaks are ready.
(clock ticking)
Won't you eat some?
I don't eat food made by a prisoner.
(intense music)
(yelling) Omkar-ji!
(groaning)
(tense music)
Inmate.
(groaning)
What's going on?
Inmate.
(straining, grunting)
Sleep.
Don't fight it. Just sleep.
(panting)
(tense music)
(doorbell rings)
(door creaks)
(dogs bark)
(man) Yes, I'll take the dogs.
(eerie music)
(indistinct chatter)
(cell phone buzzes)
Yeah?
What?
Fuck! Sorry, Tanvi.
(tense music)
Sorry, sir.
Everyone was drugged, and I was made unconscious--
You were six fucking people.
Don't you know who that woman is?
A 50-year-old woman fooled you all and escaped.
I'm extremely sorry, sir.
Let's see the footage.
(tense music)
Omkar, at what time did this happen?
At 3:10 a.m.
Six hours ago.
You were right, Tejas.
I shouldn't have trusted her.
This was all just an act.
What happened? Bad date again?
I'm only destined to find weirdos.
Why? What did this one do?
(sighs)
So, we started kissing.
And then, he suddenly turned the light on.
And you know how much I hate that, so I left.
Come on, Divya. Stop looking for your Mr. Perfect.
No such man exists.
But you always say Tejas is absolutely perfect.
Well, every rule has its exceptions.
And the person making him perfect also matters.
Screw you, Tanvi.
Well, serves you right for being a snob, okay?
Robby Carvalho from Mazgaon, Ramesh Patel from Kalbadevi,
Andheri's famous actor, Virat Malhotra,
and last night, D.K. Murthy from Navi Mumbai.
We have a serial killer in our midst in Mumbai.
All four were strangled to death using a nylon rope.
Small-time serial killers have struck Mumbai before,
-but a terror of this scale... -Hello.
-Hi, ma'am. -Hello. I need a haircut.
Do you have an appointment?
No. I'm from another city.
I don't have much time.
Please try and accommodate me.
-Actually, ma'am-- -It's just a simple haircut.
This girl can never do anything simple.
But, Tanvi, I'm sure we can accommodate ma'am.
Sure, ma'am. Please come.
Sir, she must have hidden the powder in this.
She must have brought it with her from Hyderabad jail.
She planned this in advance.
My name is Zeenat.
Okay, Zeenat. I'm Tanvi, and this is Divya.
Hi.
Nice to meet you both.
Oh, God, Zeenat! Your hair is in a terrible condition.
When was the last time you shampooed properly?
(chuckles) It's been ages.
Zeenat, if you don't take good care of your hair,
then your hair won't take care of you either.
And whoever cut your hair
cannot be a stylist. He's definitely a butcher!
(laughs) You're right.
Let me wash your hair first. Come.
-I'll do it, Tanvi. -Okay.
Tejas, did she ever ask you anything personal?
What about your wife and kids?
I have a wife, but no kids.
Just her and Ajoba.
Yes, the day she made mutton,
she asked me about my family.
What's bothering you, sir?
Tejas, I'm sure you're aware
that serial killers want to be a part of the police investigation.
They take interest in the personal lives of the investigating officers.
Check on your family. Call them.
Yes, sir.
There is magic in your hands, Divya.
Thank you, ma'am.
(indistinct chatter on TV)
(cell phone buzzes)
-Hello. -Ajoba, is everything okay?
Nothing's okay.
Mr. Sharma's son got out on zero again.
Okay. Stay at home.
(cell phone buzzes)
You're getting a call.
Yes, it's my husband.
I'll call him back after your haircut.
Actually, I don't like being disturbed while working.
(tense music)
She didn't answer?
When I was undercover, I installed CCTV in Tanvi's salon.
(intense music)
Fuck!
I too loved to work.
I owned a restaurant many years ago.
People came from far off places
to eat my food.
Tanvi is a good cook too!
Really?
I'll murder you.
Unlike how people came from far away to eat your food,
when Tanvi cooks, they run far away.
(chuckles)
People run away,
but my Teju always stays with me.
No matter how badly I cook, the poor guy eats the food happily.
And that's all that matters to me.
You're very lucky then.
He's lucky too. (laughs)
I hope you two always stay happy together.
Thank you.
(intense music)
How do you like it, Zeenat?
I can barely recognise myself.
You're so talented, my child.
-I can call you that, right? -Of course.
Oh, Tejas! What are you doing here?
What am I doing here, Zeenat?
Do you two know each other?
Yes, we were supposed to meet today.
But not here.
Were you two going to solve some case together?
Yes, something like that. Let's go.
But, Tejas, how did you know that ma'am was here at the salon?
The Mumbai Police finds people.
We're late for the meeting. Let's go.
There's no need for that.
The haircut was free. Let's go.
Thank you.
I'll explain later.
(intense music)
(birds chirp)
Get out.
Close the door.
Walk.
Go straight.
Are you really going to kill me in an encounter?
I can only be of use to you if I am alive.
You're of no use now.
You've crossed your limits today.
What will you tell your seniors?
No one will care.
Technically, Mrs. Deshpande doesn't exist.
I'll be killing a ghost.
I have reasons for what I did.
To hell with your reasons.
How did you find Tanvi's salon?
How dare you talk to Tanvi!
I just got a bit friendly with you
and you thought you have become a part of my life?
You think you're my family?
You're angry right now.
That's why you aren't thinking straight.
You're not a killer.
Don't do this.
Oh, so you're going to give me advice now?
Fuck you, Mrs. Deshpande!
Or Zeenat, or whatever your real name is.
(suspenseful music)
Don't stop.
Keep walking.
I'm not afraid of death.
But now I want to live.
I'm sure your victims said the same thing before they died.
I want to live.
Actually, by killing a woman like you,
I'll be doing the world a favour.
-No matter how much you beg-- -I want to live.
(shouts) Why should I keep you alive?
What do you give the world, you fucking serial killer?
I want to live!
I want to live with my son.
Your mother didn't die in an accident.
She's standing in front of you, Tejas.
(soft music)