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There you go!

There you go.

See.

Come on.

No?

Let's eat, come.

That's my baby!

What does my baby want?

What do you want?

See, Papa is also here.

One minute.

Mrs. Daruwala?

Yes.

Mrs. Shehnaz Daruwala?

Yes.

I'm Anil Sharma,

ACP Mumbai Police.

Is...

Cyrus okay?

May I come in?

We can talk inside. Please.

-Of course, please come. -Thank you.

Please come.

Mrs. Daruwala.

If there's anyone else at home, please call them now.

It's a very serious matter.

Police protocol.

There's no one at home.

Is Cyrus okay?

Please tell me.

Look, Mrs Daruwala...

May I call you Shehnaz?

I know this is...

This is not going to be easy for you,

but you...

You have to be...

strong.

Yes...

Yes, your baby.

When Cyrus comes home,

will he find your baby's pieces

scattered all over the floor,

or the baby sleeping peacefully

and you missing?

What will it be?

I told you...

you have to be strong.

Thank you.

What is the case?

See for yourself.

Written in blood.

Victim?

Shehnaz Daruwala,

age 35.

I think she's been kidnapped.

She must have a daughter.

Yes,

Anaita.

One year old.

Is she fine?

Yeah, she's fine.

But how do you know?

Her father found her alone when he came home.

His first call was made to the police.

"Beyond fear, within love,

"every life belongs to me.

"The feeling of boundless love is who I am.

"I am death."

Same handwriting,

same style, too.

Ten years ago, Aatishi Gidwani was kidnapped

from her home in a similar manner.

Her daughter was sound asleep in her room.

When the husband returned home,

he found the place in this condition.

Nothing has changed in 10 years.

Neither his style nor words.

Three months later, we received a tip.

The person claimed that he was his associate.

Siddheshwar Kumar.

A resident of Jaipur.

An artist since childhood.

Except he uses his own blood instead of colours and paint.

Mumbai's so-called art circle

welcomed him with open arms.

He's also started a cult.

What cult?

Bondage, blood,

weird sexual things.

And the blood on the walls?

That is from an unidentified woman's body.

So much blood from one woman's body?

A human body has about

six litres of blood.

You drain it bit by bit.

And the handwriting?

Siddheshwar is right-handed,

but this man's left-handed.

The investigating team was absolutely convinced that he's the killer,

but we had no evidence.

So an undercover operation was planned,

which failed unfortunately.

And it's still a big embarrassment for our department,

but Inspector Kamlesh Pandey

went undercover to arrest Siddheshwar.

But Pandey lost his cool,

and he almost tried to kill Siddheshwar

because of which Pandey was sentenced to three years in jail

and Siddheshwar got the public's and media's sympathy.

Siddheshwar published a memoir

where he claimed he was a victim of the police.

And we received orders

to stay away from Siddheshwar.

One year later, Aatishi's body was found

in an abandoned warehouse near Dolphin underpass.

Every last drop of blood was drained out of her body.

We have forensic reports of her.

The blood used to write on Shehnaz's walls

doesn't belong to Shehnaz.

It is Aatishi Gidwani's.

It's been 10 years, yet it's fresh.

So, that means Shehnaz could still be alive.

Absolutely.

Shehnaz is our priority, but remember this.

We cannot even look at Siddheshwar

until we have hard evidence against him.

Rajiv Dattani.

You think you're a lover boy? Spreading your love around, huh!

-Handsome, we'll show you now. -What's wrong?

We'll kick your ass now.

Hey...

Hi, I'm home.

Oh, my God.

How did this happen?

Should've never forgiven him.

Better if I'd gotten him fired.

Who?

Your bloody husband, Shai.

He sent girls to beat me.

That's how he takes revenge.

The blood we found at Shehnaz's

belonged to Aatishi.

And whose blood did we find at Aatishi's?

The one he killed before Aatishi?

When did Siddheshwar move to Mumbai?

23 years ago.

1999.

Look through

every unsolved kidnapping case

since then.

-Of the same pattern. -On it, sir.

Hello. DCP Rudra's office.

Fine, bring him in.

Sir,

Pandey's here.

Pandey.

Thanks for coming in.

Like I had a choice.

I can understand.

Forensics are in the house;

the units are on the streets.

But, honestly, we've got nothing.

The story is still the same.

And you won't find anything.

Shehnaz Daruwala is running out of time.

As long as you think like a cop, you'll always be a step behind.

What do you want to ask me?

Everything's in my case report.

I want to know what's not in it.

He had a way with words.

People did whatever he asked.

They worshipped him.

He claimed every bodily fluid is very potent.

Blood, semen...

Menstrual blood most of all.

What did he do with all that?

He's a vampire.

He would consume it all.

By drinking or in other ways.

Did he make you do it too?

Pandey,

every cop in this building knows

you didn't do anything wrong.

How does that matter?

A woman's life can be saved.

Why did you beat up Siddheshwar?

I'd won his trust in seven months.

One night, I went to his house.

He handed me a glass of wine.

I drank it.

When I opened my eyes, I was tied to a chair.

He knew who I was.

He knew I was a cop from day one.

Then he showed me Aatishi's photo.

There was a newspaper of the same day next to her face.

She was alive.

After showing me the photo, he said,

"This is the closest you'll ever get."

Then he burnt the photo to ashes...

and released me.

Hello.

Smile.

Please let me go.

Wow...

you look so beautiful.

Ready?

She was naked in that photo.

I couldn't see clearly in the dark.

Then how did you read the newspaper?

There was some kind of light on her face.

What kind of light?

Like a crescent moon.

Maybe it was the camera flash.

Something snapped inside me when I saw the fear in her eyes.

I wanted to end that monster's life right then and there.

I knew I would lose everything,

but I didn't care anymore.

You may not understand.

I can.

Mandar Naik.

I heard.

There's one more thing I never put in my report.

I have no proof,

but I could feel it in my gut.

The informer who tipped us about Siddheshwar

was none other than that asshole Siddheshwar himself.

This was all his plan.

To be able to catch him, don't think like DCP Rudra...

but think like Rudra.

Or you'll be burnt like me.

Why do you think Rajiv was here?

After making a mistake, people either go to the temple

or the police station.

And after getting beaten up?

The doctor.

No, sometimes they also end up at the police station

to file a complaint.

You got him beaten up, didn't you?

Are you asking me or telling me?

I'm asking you

and telling you what he said.

Listen, Rudra, this time it's very serious.

Boss, right now neither Rajiv's face nor my suspension

are as important as Shehnaz.

All right.

Fine, I won't file any report today.

But tomorrow,

first thing in the morning,

I'm going to file the report.

-Yeah, please. -Thank you.

Sir,

this is what I found in the old files.

Annie Fernandes, age 34.

She was found under Kohinoor Bridge in a similar condition.

She didn't have a drop of blood in her body.

And her genitals were chopped off.

Her blood group matches with the blood on Aatishi's wall.

Thakur,

I've got a sudden interest in art.

Book an appointment in his art gallery.

We have orders to stay away from him.

I'm going to see paintings

with a proper appointment.

Aren't policemen human beings too?

Sir, Pandey was jailed for three years.

Pandey wasn't interested in art.

What the hell?

What is it, Rudra?

Tell me.

Sorry, Rajiv.

But I'm not involved in whatever happened.

They were waiting for me.

They even knew my name.

Okay, look,

you'll have to trust me.

Trust?

Have you seen my face?

If you don't take your complaint back,

something terrible can happen to someone.

An innocent woman.

Doesn't Mumbai Police have other officers?

They do, far more talented too.

But they don't have a criminal mind.

See?

At least he admits it.

Do you really love, Shaila?

Because it doesn't seem like it.

Shai,

I know I've made a lot of mistakes.

But whatever I may be,

I've never lied to you.

Hi.

Are you crazy?

Yes.

You're crazy after her,

and I'm crazy after you.

Everyone's crazy.

Why are you doing this?

At least someone's helping you get Shaila back.

Aliyah, relationships can't be forced.

I'm losing my job because of you.

And Shaila too.

She doesn't trust you, Rudra.

Okay, promise.

You won't lose Shaila or your job.

Just stop helping me.

I do not need your help.

Rudraveer Singh.

You're right on time.

I value the time of great people.

So, what are your interests?

My interests don't matter.

It's people like you who put blood in art.

But still...

May I?

Sure.

Sometimes I think that,

instead of ink,

I should write my autobiography in blood.

Your thoughts are pretty violent.

May I ask a question?

Why blood?

Whatever we are,

in reality,

on the inside or on the outside,

all that information is stored in our blood.

Whatever we are spiritually

is also in our blood.

So, these canvases with paintings made in my blood are not art

but my reality.

My blood

is my truth.

My autobiography.

And death?

That's the ultimate truth.

In fact, we're born to die eventually.

Even sex is actually pain.

But we perceive it as pleasure.

When pain and pleasure come together,

they give rise to a very primal and powerful emotion,

which brings us face to face with mortality.

Your ideas are pretty expensive.

Rs. 700,000.

Mr. Rudra,

my patrons decide the value of my art, not me.

Can I confess something?

Go ahead.

My bestseller.

I'm a fan.

Okay,

so do you want an autograph?

If it's not too much trouble.

No trouble at all.

After all, an admirer completes the artist.

Butterfingers.

This doesn't have blood in it.

I hope that's all right.

BALI KA BAKRA!

"Scapegoat."

Thank you.

Thank you all for

coming here at such short notice.

I want to say something in front of you all today.

In fact, a confession, to be more precise.

I kidnapped Mrs. Shehnaz Daruwala,

and maybe even murdered her.

You guys don't believe this, right?

I don't either.

But what can I do?

Mumbai Police wants to force this confession out of me.

So, I thought before they frame and arrest me again,

I might as well confess.

My heart goes out to the family,

the little kid

and her mother.

But instead of finding the real culprit,

Mumbai Police is busy framing me once again.

A police officer came to my gallery today...

again.

I...

I called this press conference,

because neither do I have

any connection with Mrs. Aatishi Gidwani's case,

nor Mrs. Shehnaz Daruwala's.

If I'm harassed anymore,

I will shoot myself.

But I won't become a scapegoat for Mumbai Police.

Their failure should be made public.

Mr. Kumar will now take your questions.

Sir...

Sir, please.

Sir...

Mr. Kumar, please...

Mr. Kumar...

He had already planned the press conference.

Oh, really?

Was I speaking French that you didn't understand?

Sorry, boss.

Don't say sorry!

You've put the entire narrative in his hand again.

Whenever I say something...

Superb.

Your fan's here.

Who?

I had to file Rajiv's report.

Acharya's here for the inquiry.

Come on, boss. Don't take me off this case.

No one wants to take you off this case,

but everything is in your hands now.

Handle it.

Raman Acharya.

Jt. Commissioner, Complaints.

Yes.

Excuse me, I'll...

I know it's a bad day for you.

You're pretty busy, so...

I only need five minutes of your time.

Sure, sir.

But can we start in another five minutes?

I've got to give an important piece of information to my assistant.

No problem.

I'm here.

Listen.

Sir.

Just do as I say.

The guy in boss' cabin...

Don't look.

He's here to suspend me.

How come?

Leave it. Tell me...

The locations where both the bodies were found,

what's common about them?

Highway, easily accessible and lots of traffic.

Annie Fernandes was found here.

Dumped close to the mangroves.

And Aatishi here.

Well-connected by roads.

But there's water 100 meters away.

What did Pandey say?

There was some kind of light on her face.

Like a crescent moon.

Camera flash?

If not camera flash, then...

Sunlight.

Coming through a round window.

Like a porthole.

He has a boat.

Find it.

-I'm going. Cover me. -Where?

To meet an expert.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Sir.

Wasn't DCP Rudra here?

Yes, sir. He was.

Where did he go?

He went this way.

Which way?

This way or this way?

This way.

What do you want?

I need your help.

I thought you didn't need my help.

I want to catch him.

Say please.

Aliyah, it's not funny.

It's very important to catch him.

More important than catching me?

For now.

I'll come after you another day.

Are you losing interest in me?

That'll be unbearable.

I want to understand him,

think like him.

He's way ahead of me.

That's not fair, you know.

You never said that about me.

Aliyah, be serious.

We must save Shehnaz.

Fine.

The problem is you're stuck in his narrative.

What do you mean?

I mean you have to write your own story

and frame him.

Change the rules.

Change the damn game, Rudy.

Okay, my class ends here.

Hello.

My fee.

What?

I want a tight hug.

What?

You can breathe again.

Waterways licence, insurance...

Okay. I'll get back to you.

Hello.

Rudra?

One second.

Yes, sir. All right, sir.

Yeah, on it.

Where is he?

He's waiting for me outside.

Sir.

I checked the records of all the boats imported since 1999.

-And? -12 imported boats, 12 licences.

I also cross-checked it with Siddheshwar's history.

And what did you find?

Jaideep Sahani.

-Any connection with Siddheshwar? -Yes, of course.

He was one of his core team members,

but quit in two years.

Then how did Siddheshwar get the boat?

-Jaideep? -Jaideep is dead.

Copy of the agreement to berth,

boat safety certificate,

house boat licence,

Indian waterways licence,

municipal taxes.

We've found the boat, sir.

But there is one problem.

All the documents are under a different name.

Dilip Sahu.

-Dilip? -Don't know who he is.

We're unable to trace him.

By the time he gets traced,

Shehnaz would be dead.

We cannot connect this boat with the investigation.

Insufficient evidence, search warrant denied.

And Siddheshwar

would've dumped the body and vanished.

What do we do?

Let's go.

Ma'am, your coffee.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to tell you that Rudra didn't get Rajiv thrashed.

How do you know?

Because it was me.

What?

Why?

This is who I am. A bit random, a little kooky.

Why are you telling me now?

I wanted to see how much you trust Rudra.

And what did you see?

How can I say?

The story isn't over yet.

This is the one, sir.

If you want to back out, this is your chance.

Shehnaz could be inside.

Shehnaz.

Shehnaz Daruwala?

Shehnaz.

Fuck!

Don't.

Why?

We were never here.

But, sir, this is a murder scene.

How can we say we weren't here?

We'll have to report this in,

and forensics can help us.

Do you want to catch the murderer?

Of course.

Then trust me.

Siddheshwar would have left nothing for the forensics.

He's not that stupid.

He'll escape again.

What do you want to say, sir?

We don't have to get stuck in his narrative.

We have to trap him in ours.

But, sir, we must follow the law.

And

it's not our job

to punish someone.

I'm not asking for your approval,

only your silence.

Okay, sir.

I won't say anything.

But I won't lie either.

I know.

He's coming towards you.

Wait, wait, let me help you with that.

Thank you.

Here we go, come.

Okay, careful. Careful.

I can assume that you were assisting DCP Rudra

when he disappeared in the afternoon.

Yes, sir.

I was assisting him.

Where were you two?

Investigating a lead in the Shehnaz Daruwala case.

Does Rudra discuss

his private life with you?

No.

Does he talk about his wife and her friend?

No, sir.

Are you aware of DCP Rudra's disciplinary issues?

Of course you are.

Mandar Naik.

Yes, sir.

I know.

But, sir, how's that connected to this?

It is.

If he gives you a chance

to raise questions on his judgements and decisions.

There's a coffee shop nearby.

Shall we talk?

Hello.

Your blood's been planted at the crime scene.

He's trying to frame you.

Oh, really?

And you are?

Knowing my name wouldn't save you.

What's important is knowing how to save yourself.

How?

What crime scene?

The guy who thrashed you in the subway was my colleague.

He was there to collect your blood.

You guys tried to frame me last time as well.

You failed miserably then and will fail again.

Okay then,

deal cancel.

Bye.

Wait.

How much money do you want?

Rs. 50 lakh.

Cash.

In half an hour.

I cannot arrange so much cash in such short time.

My colleague has gone to meet the judge

to get a warrant against you.

He'll need more than an hour.

If you give me the money in 30 minutes,

only then can I give you one hour to wipe off the evidence.

Where do we meet?

Mumbai Museum.

Remember, 30 minutes.

30 minutes.

I won't be late.

Out of courtesy for a fellow officer,

I want to tell you first.

I'm going to recommend to the board of inquiry

that you're immediately and indefinitely suspended.

A child's mother has been kidnapped.

Soon, another one will get abducted.

And then another.

Will SCU close down after you're gone?

No.

But the kidnapper will never get caught.

Rudra,

there's no place for indisciplined officers in the services.

Have you ever seen a vampire?

I have.

Roaming freely under the sun.

Barging in homes and abducting women,

and sucking the blood out of them.

And we've stooped so low

that we worship them as celebrities.

And what is your solution?

Throw them off the building?

Your world is fascinating, Rudra,

where rules can be bent to uphold the law.

You follow your orders,

and I'll follow my duty.

Found it.

Rs. 9000 a month

if you clean the police station every day exactly like this.

Who recruited you

at the SCU?

If my blood's found under the table,

will that prove this case in court?

Not a chance.

It's not yours.

Cooked mutton at home yesterday.

So I thought...

since the goat's already been sacrificed,

why not use it for a bigger purpose?

That's funny.

You see, the thing is

your officer called me

to the crime scene,

claiming that you want to frame me.

All right.

That'll be the story in the court.

Did he give you an address?

You came on your own

with luminol

to clean the bloodstains.

Such little evidence won't be enough.

Maybe it is.

DCP Rudraveer Singh.

First of all,

you assaulted me publicly.

How dare you...

hit me?

You little

piece of shit!

You publicly assaulted...

Your officer

gave me the address

to this crime scene.

And when I got here,

you...

You brutally...

Oh, God!

You brutally assaulted me.

DCP Rudraveer Singh,

you hit me.

An honest law-abiding citizen.

I begged for my life.

I begged for my life.

Please, I haven't done anything.

But you ignored me.

What are you doing?

No!

No, no, no!

What are you doing?

No, no, no.

Please.

For God's sake, leave me.

I haven't done anything.

I haven't done anything.

Clichéd dialogue, isn't it?

But still works.

What do you think?

Would the court believe me in this condition, or you?

Oh! That's wonderful.

Today...

the police are finally on time.

It's good to know.

What do you think, DCP Rudra?

Can I still not get away?

You see,

I'll make your sentence worse than Pandey's.

And longer.

What's so funny?

Why are you smiling?

I cannot comment on your defence,

but I can definitely say that

this video is

100% going to be a hit today.

This is the evidence.

Choose wisely between right and wrong.

I'm done.

You can do what you want.

There's no need for it.

Rajiv Dattani called.

Suddenly he doesn't remember what the attackers said to him.

But he clearly remembers

that they didn't take your name.

Now what?

A piece of advice.

Stay in your limits,

and you'll continue in the department.

And if you continue in the department,

then we'll meet again.

Shai.

All okay?

What are you doing here?

I came to apologise.

What for?

I didn't believe someone who never lied to me.

You're stubborn,

obsessive,

driven and how.

But you're not a liar.

I am sorry.