(tense music)
(indistinct chatter)
(tense music)
Did she receive my letter?
Is there a message for me?
The letter has been given to the guard.
You'll receive it outside.
I'll bring another letter next week.
This is from Hosh.
(Hosh) Dear Mrs. Deshpande.
There are many in this world who occupy unnecessary space
and don't deserve to live.
I want you to understand me.
Please understand that I'm just like you.
And it's very important for me to feel that.
Your true friend, Hosh.
(title song)
DEAR HOSH, THAT'S A GREAT THOUGHT...
These are the letters you wrote to Hosh.
I found them in his house.
And these are the letters Hosh wrote you,
the ones you kept in jail with your friend Asmita.
You seem to have become strong friends.
Tell us a bit about her as well.
Nothing?
I don't know how,
but Hosh found out that I was in Hyderabad jail.
He arrived there and sent me a message,
asking to meet.
I refused.
I sent Asmita.
He gave the letters to Asmita,
and said that, if I didn't reply to those letters,
-he would expose me. -You're lying, Mrs. Deshpande.
Hosh is your creation, isn't he?
There are many psychos like Hosh in the world.
Says the one who killed eight people without reason.
You don't understand.
This world is full of twisted people who see it's filth
and feel compelled to sin.
Hosh is one of them.
Haven't you read his letters?
His sick mind's imagination was running wild.
I read them. Not once, but ten times.
"My perfect Sunday.
"My boss is tied to a chair.
And as I sip my beer, I am plucking out his nails,
one by one, using tongs."
And your reply to this was...
"That's a great thought, Hosh.
"But instead of beer--"
"I prefer whiskey."
Don't try to act oversmart.
He has written about many such fantasies of his
in his letters to you, and you have encouraged him each time.
I had no other choice.
Another lie, Mrs. Deshpande!
(sighs)
Hosh had a long list.
He wanted to pluck out the nails of many.
His old boss, the new shopkeeper...
But the three people he killed so far
weren't mentioned anywhere in his letters.
May I know why?
-I don't know. -So, is he just randomly
killing people?
Either way, you are responsible for creating that demon.
I know that.
Inspector.
Not every psycho who speaks about murder actually does it.
Some psychos simply talk.
It's not easy to find out who just talks about it
and who actually intends to kill.
Zeenat... Zeenat.
He has killed three so far.
And he will surely kill more.
You must know something about Hosh.
It's imperative that we stop him.
We never met in person.
If we had, I would be able to understand him better.
Leave these letters with me.
The answer lies in them.
Sir, can I have a word with you?
Please.
Sir, this woman is lying to us.
Let's use third-degree, and she'll blurt out everything.
I've tried third-degree 25 years ago, Tejas.
We beat her up continuously for three days and three nights.
And she smiled through it.
You're angry right now.
But be patient. She will help us.
Yes, sir.
(tense music)
(door creaks)
Let me go...
Please let me go.
(whimpering)
Let me go...
(pants)
Please let me go.
(sobs)
(Hosh humming)
(intense music)
Please let me go.
(continues humming)
(sobs)
I have a daughter! Please!
No! No!
(screams) No!
Sir.
Sir, Pallavi Sonawane.
That night, Virat Malhotra's murder...
Yeah.
Sir, can I speak to you for a minute?
-Come. -Thank you, sir.
(Pallavi) Sir, when I saw you
at Virat Malhotra's apartment that night,
I knew that this isn't just an ordinary murder case.
And the way the body had been posed in front of the mirror...
seemed strange to me.
So, I called up a few police stations,
and, sir, I found the exact same pattern.
Robby Carvalho, Mazgaon.
Ramesh Patel, Kalbadevi.
Serial killer, sir.
Good work, Inspector.
Sir, there is one more thing which might interest you.
To keep Virat Malhotra's eyes open,
the killer used a local stationery glue on his eyelids.
Sir, this detail was missed in the post-mortems
of the previous two murders.
Again, good work, Inspector.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, I have a request.
Tell me.
Sir, I want to work on this case.
A serial killer case in Mumbai is rare, sir.
And this one isn't like Raman Raghav,
who killed the poor and homeless.
This killer targets the upper strata.
I will keep you in mind.
But for now, don't share information about this case with anyone.
I don't want the city to panic.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
(Hosh) I have no friends.
The world is my enemy.
By pouring my heart out and venting my frustration to you...
I feel light for the first time.
(muffled voice)
Mrs. Deshpande, there is no one
in this world who is worthy of my friendship.
Every single person is deceitful.
They think I'm worthless.
I'll kill every motherfucker who has insulted me.
Are the letters still here?
I want to see them.
Please.
(tense music)
12/07/2024
Connect me to Inspector Tejas.
Please?
(cell phone buzzes)
Tell me, Omkar.
Sir, the inmate wants to talk to you.
Fine, give her the phone.
Hello, Inspector.
Yes, Mrs. Deshpande?
Hosh was angry all the time.
Every letter had many new enemies.
But after he accepted me as his friend,
he calmed down a little.
Then, suddenly, his letters stopped.
After 12th July, he stopped coming to jail as well.
His next letter came on 17th August.
This time, he seemed angrier than before.
He wrote...
"There is none in the world who is worthy of my friendship anymore.
"Every single person is deceitful."
Something happened between 12th July and 17th August.
I think Hosh made a new friend.
And that friend did something that triggered him.
Please find out who that friend is.
(doorbell rings)
Sir, please tell me where Hosh was between 12th July and 17th August.
Was he in Mumbai or out of town?
There's nothing in the diary.
But I can tell you
he cannot survive a day outside Mumbai.
No career, no hobby. He's a bloody freeloader.
Does he have any friends?
No one can tolerate him for more than ten days.
Not a single friend in school or college.
As soon as someone said hello, the idiot would cling to them.
You mentioned July, didn't you?
Yes.
In July, he secured a job at a construction company.
(Hosh laughing)
-There was a boy there. -Okay, bye.
I don't know his name.
But he would often drop Hosh home.
I thought he had finally made a friend.
But a few days later, that stopped too.
What was the name of that construction company?
Patel... Mehta... something like that...
And in the logo of the company...
(indistinct chatter)
The centre of the logo...
had a red-coloured eagle.
I need information about a construction company.
It has something to do with a Patel or Mehta surname.
The centre of their logo has a red eagle.
Yes, find out the name. It's very urgent. Yes.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, smokey smokerson.
You motherfucker! You don't get paid to smoke here!
Come on, get to work!
And you! Do you need an invitation? Come on!
Hey, hurry up. Come on.
ACP Tejas, Crime Branch.
Good morning, sir.
Sir, we have the legal documents of this construction site.
Do you know Hosh Daruwala?
Don't mention that man's name, sir.
He worked for you a few months ago.
Where is he now?
Hiring him on site was a mistake, sir.
I hired him at Jatin's behest,
or I'd have kicked that psycho out of here on the very first day.
Who is Jatin?
Our project supervisor.
-He is truly generous, sir. -Was he Hosh's friend?
Hosh believed Jatin was his friend.
So he would climb into Jatin's ass all the time.
Once Jatin realised it, he started avoiding him.
Where will I find Jatin?
I too have been looking for him.
He has been missing since Monday.
What do you mean by missing?
It was his wife's birthday last Friday, so he went to Lonavala.
He was supposed to return by Monday, but he didn't show up.
His phone is off too, sir.
Where in Lonavala?
His wife's aunt owns a bungalow there.
Do you know the address?
(whistling)
(humming)
(eerie music)
(clock ticking)
(sobbing)
(Jatin's wife) Calm down, dear...
(muffled) You'll be fine. I'm with you, dear.
Calm down, please...
Jaya, move your hand.
(sobbing continues)
I've brought the best food
from the best restaurant in Lonavala.
Because all guests are special.
Please let my child go.
Let her go. Keep me if you want.
That I will, for sure.
(sighs in contentment)
Head of the family.
Jatin couldn't be a good father or a good husband.
But I will be.
(sobbing)
Shush...
Lunch time.
Let's eat first, and then we can get to work.
(mysterious music)
(sobbing)
Eat.
(mysterious music continues)
Why isn't the child eating?
-Eat, dear... -No...
-Please eat... -What happened, my child?
Don't you like the food?
Oh!
I have brownies and ice cream too. Okay?
I'll get that.
(tense music)
(sniffs)
(music rises)
(tense music continues)
(water running)
(screams)
Hey!
-Back off! Hey! -(Hosh growls)
Bhaskar! Take them.
-Back off! -(Hosh growls)
Back off!
-Put the knife down! -(screams)
Hey! Put the knife down!
(gun fires)
(knife clinks)
Down.
Down!
Hands behind.
-Sawant. -(Hosh panting)
Hey...
Get in.
Go on.
Move.
(car engine whirrs)
-(Arun) Hello? -Sir, we got him.
(nails rasping)
(door creaks)
-Hello, Hosh. -Hello.
Is this being recorded?
It's procedure. We have to do it.
-It's okay, right? -Yeah.
A raspberry soda for you.
Mr. Daruwala mentioned it's your favourite.
By the way, I'm ACP Tejas Phadke.
And I'm sorry for the..
That was only to scare you.
I had no intention of hurting you.
Trying to be my friend, ACP?
I thought, if we became friends,
this process would be easier for the two of us.
Well, I have more than enough evidence against you.
I can show it to you.
Let's start with these letters.
I found them at your place.
Mrs. Deshpande wrote these to you.
-You must remember? -Of course.
Those were the days.
We shared a lot of ideas and dreams.
Friends are important in life, aren't they, ACP?
I agree.
Is that why you killed your friend Jatin?
Robby Carvalho.
Ramesh Patel.
-Virat Malhotra. -(chuckles)
All three murders were exactly like those of Mrs. Deshpande's.
When it comes to copying, you set the benchmark, Hosh.
These three, who thought of themselves as kings,
begged for their lives. (chuckles)
If you were there, you would have enjoyed it too.
(chuckles)
Very impressive, Hosh.
You stole Mrs. Deshpande's file from your uncle's safe.
You learnt her methods.
In fact, you even placed an award in the hands of your third victim.
(chuckles)
(laughs softly)
Hosh.
Good-for-nothing.
Isn't that what your uncle calls you?
Don't waste my time.
Just confess.
I want to meet Mrs. Deshpande.
She's in Hyderabad Central Jail under the name Zeenat.
Fix my meeting with her in private.
You'll get your confession.
I will.
First, tell me where you've hidden Jatin's body.
First meeting, then confession.
(tense music)
Hmm?
(car engine whirrs)
(door creaks)
-You caught him. -Yes.
That means it's time to return to prison.
Not yet. Hosh wants to meet you.
Hosh still hasn't told us about Jatin whereabouts.
It is possible that he killed him,
but if he hasn't, then, in order to save Jatin,
you will need to meet Hosh.
I'm here to help you.
Tell me when.
(tense music)
(exciting music)
Hosh laid a condition of speaking to you in private.
Done, sir.
We will be listening from the monitoring room.
-If he gets aggressive-- -I can protect myself.
Right.
(car engine whirrs)
(suspenseful music)
Don't try anything.
Mrs. Deshpande.
Namaskar, Hosh.
(pants)
I can't believe... you're in front of me.
The skill you used to copy my work…
has compelled me to meet my copycat.
Did you really like my work?
-Did I make you proud? -Absolutely.
I'm very happy with you, Hosh.
(chuckles)
So, tell me, Hosh.
How did it feel?
What, Mrs. Deshpande?
How did it feel when you tightened the rope?
When the neck slowly started to rip...
When droplets of blood started oozing out
for the first time.
When both the eyes started popping out...
How did it feel?
Magic.
Did they beg for their lives?
Cry?
Grovel?
Tell me everything, Hosh. I want to know.
They cried, grovelled, begged...
but my mind was only focused on you, Mrs. Deshpande.
-What happened then? -Then...
I felt even more encouraged.
For a moment, I felt
as if I were God.
Someone who is invincible.
Who is undefeatable.
I have never felt
this powerful in life before.
This emotion...
this experience...
only the two of us can understand this, Hosh.
Exactly, Mrs. Deshpande.
I could live this moment only because of you.
I'm happy that I could be of use to you.
And that's why your secret will always be safe with me.
Secret?
(eerie music)
S... Sorry...
S... Sorry, Mrs. Deshpande.
I... I didn't intend to upset you.
I read your letters.
You always wrote about how you always speak the truth.
So, tell me the truth now, Hosh.
And stop referring to yourself as my copycat.
What do you mean?
I... don't understand.
You have never copied my work.
You never killed anyone.
No, that's... not true.
-It's true. -No, it is a lie.
-Look at me. -It's a lie...
Look at me!
You didn't kill anyone.
-You're not capable of killing. -No...
You're weak, cowardly, perverted, impotent.
No! I... I killed Robby.
-I killed V... Vineet. -Have you seen yourself?
People like you are referred to as crazy in Marathi.
-No. -You don't even remember the names
-of the people you killed. -No...
-You're a liar. -No!
Your entire life is based on a lie.
Just your own delusions...
ones you don't have the guts to fulfil.
(sobs)
-You disgust me. -(sobbing)
(eerie music)
My child.
(shushes)
Now, be a good boy
and tell me where Jatin is.
In an abandoned building.
-Where? -In Lonavala.
Which building in Lonavala?
(sobs)
At NH 4 highway,
when you take a left, there's a dirt road.
Towards the right, you'll see a building.
I've held Jatin captive on the first floor there.
(sobbing)
Send a team to Lonavala immediately.
I'll send you the details. Run. Right now.
(sobbing grows louder)
Hosh.
Hosh!
(whimpering)
(tense music)
What is she saying?
(sobbing)
(sobbing continues)
No... Fuck!
(sobbing continues)
What's going on here?
What did you say to him?
What did you whisper in his ears?
Tejas.
-Tejas... Rajeev! -Yes, sir.
Take him to the hospital.
(sobbing softens)
Sir, this woman is toying with us.
-She is hiding something from us. -It's okay, Tejas.
-Sir, she's definitely-- -It's okay, Tejas.
Jatin is still alive.
Arun, this means the one who is actually copying me
is currently on the prowl for his next prey.
(upbeat music playing)
(crowd whooping)
(suspenseful music)
(door bangs)
(Jatin cries) No, no, no!
Don't be afraid; Mumbai Police.
(upbeat music grows faint)
-Suresh! -Yes, sir.
-Thank you, sir. -Love you, man.
Thank you. Thank you, sir.
(singing nonsensically)
(tyres screech)
(murmurs)
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind.
Jatin is alive because of you.
And... I got a little too upset yesterday.
It's okay.
Today, after years, I've made Kolhapuri mutton
using an old recipe.
Please ask your team to eat.
Half the team will eat, the other half will remain on guard.
Okay, sir.
You still don't trust me?
You're still a prisoner.
Prisoner sounds better than killer.
Would you like some?
Thank you.
-It's good. -Just good?
It's delicious.
Thank you.
Why did you become a police officer?
So, have we become friends now, Mrs. Deshpande?
We work together,
so it'll be easier if we understand each other.
You know everything about me.
Not everything.
Only the information that's in the file.
What else would you like to know?
How did you kill people?
I will answer that question
if you answer my question first.
Well played, Mrs. Deshpande. You know how to negotiate.
Okay, I'll answer your question, but only one.
My reason for killing them was the same reason you
or the soldiers of this country kill people.
Oh, so you were protecting this country by killing people.
If you were left with no other alternative, would you not kill?
The answer to a question cannot be a question.
Answer me then. Would you kill or not?
-I would. -Why?
Because society has allowed you to.
No.
Because evil should be punished.
You're right.
Evil should be punished.
The people I killed weren't ordinary bad people.
They were demons.
You don't believe me?
Ask Arun.
I will.
So, you were a vigilante killer?
I mean
someone who thinks they're killing for the betterment of the society.
Yes. Your turn now.
Why did you choose this path?
I don't know.
Maybe I played too much cop and robbers as a child.
Maybe your parents wanted their son to be a police officer?
I'm an orphan, Mrs. Deshpande.
My dad died of cancer and mom in a car accident.
My life could have been different, but Ajoba took care of me.
What about your wife and kids?
You were only allowed one question.
Last question, I promise.
I have a wife but no kids.
Just her and Ajoba, that's my family.
(sighs)
I think I'm done.
(grave music)
Sir, here's the file you asked for.
Thanks, Omkar.
(muffled voice)
-It's too muffled, sir. -I know.
-Can the audio be cleared? -I'll try, sir.
It'll take time.
I'll have to isolate the frequency and boost it.
Okay. Let me know when it's done.
Okay, sir.
(cell phone buzzes)
-Hello, ACP. -Doctor, how's Hosh's condition?
He suddenly grew violent yesterday.
We had to sedate him.
ACP, I'm telling you, this is a complete mental breakdown.
Okay.
(all singing) ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - ♪ Happy birthday to me ♪
-♪ Happy birthday, dear Ajoba ♪ - ♪ Happy birthday to me ♪
-♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ -♪ To me ♪ (laughs)
(soft music playing)
Ajoba, I love you.
My child.
Cuties.
Look, your husband still cries like a little child.
Ajoba, this is called a modern male.
He's expressing his feelings.
Unlike you.
A man has the right to cry only once.
Yes, yes, I know... when he's born.
-Okay, my turn! -Yes.
Hey, no, don't give him such a big piece. A small one.
-Why not? -He'll eat it. Don't...
Just give it to me. Don't be scared.
Before diabetes can, your love will kill me.
-(Tanvi) Wow, dialogue! -Feed me.
-Happy birthday! -Ajoba, we want to see you
at 100 not out.
-Yes, exactly. -Really? Is that it?
Then, I want at least
-three great-grandchildren from you. -(Tanvi) That's all?
Wonderful, Ajoba!
I'm ready to open an account,
but she's busy with her salon. How will it happen?
-Really? I'm busy? -Give me at least one.
At least one. Just one.
No, babe, please, not now.
Hey, shut up. What's your problem?
Oh, hello! I was the one who brought you both together.
-That gives me some say! -Exactly, she has a point.
-Exactly. -Listen, don't worry.
I'm using every contraceptive possible.
His sperm will never reach the target.
Dear Lord! What am I hearing?
I'm with you, Ajoba.
I don't like these private talks in public.
No, hold on for one second.
Ajoba, you too must have had fun with Ajji when you were young.
-Hey, you have no idea. -I want to have an idea.
Tell her that story
-when you went to watch a film. -I don't want to hear.
-Corner seats... -Anything else you want to know
about sperms, Ajoba? I can explain.
She's highly educated, Ajoba.
-Ajoba... -(laughing)
(romantic song playing)
Can this play any song?
Yes.
Well, the mutton you made this afternoon was quite good.
Thank you.
This is called a smartphone.
You can not only listen to songs but also do almost anything on this.
When I went to jail, we used STD booths to make calls.
Will you teach me how to use this?
I like learning new things.
-Look, that's not possible-- -It's okay.
Just play your favourite song.
Okay.
(another song starts playing)
(song echoes)
(choking)
(eerie music)
(gasping)