Hey, man! What happened? Why are you sitting down?
Are you feeling dizzy?
Get up! Will you get up?
Eat it all, Avni.
God has given us only one life.
Don't waste it on nonsense
like dieting. Gosh!
Yes, eat it all.
Oh, wow! Superb! What are you eating without us?
- What is our crime? - Come, sir. Eat some.
- Oh, wow! - This is delicious.
Wow! My favorite sweetmeat!
Did you eat it?
- Pankaj? - Hmm?
What is the special occasion?
I didn't get these, sir.
All of this was here when I came. I thought one of you got it.
What! Sir, didn't you order this?
No.
Why didn't you say so, sir?
What do you mean by that? You started eating. Did you ask me?
Poorvi, you?
Sir, I came with you.
Oh, no! Who brought these sweets inside the bureau?
What if it is spiked?
What are you saying, sir?
I've eaten one or two from all the boxes.
I will die, for sure.
Oh, no!
What is this?
- We're done for. - What happened?
- Sir, this box… - What?
These sweets were for ACP sir.
Someone sent these for him.
Sir, I would've preferred if these were poisoned instead.
I would've died in one go.
ACP sir will kill me by torturing me daily bit-by-bit.
ACP sir is stingy when it comes to sweetmeats.
You're doomed!
What should we do? We can't replace the boxes, either.
These were from Prayagraj.
Someone sent these from the Maha Kumbh.
Abhijeet sir is also there. Should we call him to work it out?
Wait a minute. Let me think.
Please think about it, sir. You, too, think.
Pankaj?
Get rid of this quickly.
- Hurry up! Come on! - That one's left. Go back.
Be careful.
Pankaj! Where is Pankaj?
Sir, he…
- Uh, sir… - Pankaj?
I told him to get a file. Where's the file?
Sir, I've placed it on your table.
Okay.
Poorvi, I was expecting a parcel. Did anything come?
Sir, your parcel…
The box should've been here by now. I've received a delivery message.
Sir, the delivery boys sometimes
claim they have delivered, even when they haven't.
It must be on the way. I'll give it as soon as it is here.
It has to be here. My friend got those sweetmeats made for me.
So,
wasn't the kalakand tasty?
- Daya? - Yes, sir?
You love kajukatli. Right?
He sent it specially. Did it taste good?
You fools!
You stole something and left the evidence
on your moustache and fingers.
What is this, Daya? The silver varakh of the kajukatli
is on your fingers.
What is this? Hey, Mr. Pankaj!
250 grams of kalakand is stuck in your moustache.
I wonder how much went into your stomach!
You must've left something for me. Didn't you?
Can you see yourself?
Tell me this. Who opened the sweetmeats box?
- Did you open it? - No, sir.
Sir, he forced us to eat it.
He forced us to eat them, saying they were for free.
Sir, everyone opened it.
- No, sir forced us. - He opened it.
Pankaj, only you can do such a thing.
You will be punished.
Yes, sir.
- Yes, definitely. - Yes, sir. He deserves punishment.
Daya, he has to do sit-ups until you tell him to stop.
- Do you want to eat sir's sweets? - ACP Pradyuman here.
Avni?
Sir, the killer is the person
who had killed two bus conductors in a moving bus before.
The police found beheaded bodies in both places.
How is this possible?
There was a murder on a bus, and nobody saw or heard anything?
Sir, even we don't know how this murder took place.
Is that right? Give me the details. What happened on the bus?
Sir, the bus had left the stop. All of us were together.
Hey! I know very well
that one of you has stolen my wallet.
Return my wallet to me. Understood?
Otherwise, I won't let you get off the bus at all.
Hey! Have you lost it? Do we look like thieves to you?
I know people like you.
You pretend to be wealthy but are thieves in reality.
Hey, conductor! Mind your tongue!
Who are you talking to? What do you mean by people like us?
You know what I mean. Okay?
Hey! What's in that?
What do you mean? It's my bag. There's nothing in it.
- Hand it over. - It has my belongings.
- Hand it over to me. - I won't.
- Hand it over. - I said it was mine.
- I told you to give me the bag. - I won't give it to you.
- Hand it over! - Hey! No!
- Won't you give it to me? - No. It's my bag.
- I said give! - I won't give it.
- Give me! - I won't.
Give it!
Look. He hid his bald head. It means he hid my wallet, too.
I've not kept anything. It is my bag.
- My wallet is inside. - No!
- Hand it over! - No!
They will beat me if I take the wallet now.
I'll wait for the tunnel.
Okay, let it be! So, what if it's gone?
I am not cheap like you all. Understood?
I will earn it. You don't know me.
Hey, man! What happened? Why are you sitting down?
Are you feeling dizzy?
Get up! Will you get up?
Sir, that conductor, Anuj, was like a friend to me.
Someone cut his head off.
Sir, please don't spare him.
Where is Anuj's head?
Sir, I checked the bus. His head is not there.
So, did he carry the head with him?
I don't know that, sir.
Avni?
Sir, all the passengers look clean. None of them have fake IDs.
Neither could we find anything suspicious in their bags.
Yes, Pankaj. Did you find anything?
Sir, we couldn't we find his head or a murder weapon.
Sir, we checked the whole bus. There's not a single drop of blood.
That's strange.
We didn't get anything inside or outside the bus.
If Anuj was beheaded inside the bus,
where did his head disappear to?
Boss, the murderer cut off his head
with a very sharp weapon. One strike
and off goes the head.
Salunkhe, tell me something.
Did this man had air instead of blood in his veins?
What nonsense are you spurting. Seriously?
There is not even a drop of blood. Is that even possible?
Hey, I don't have the entire story yet.
- When will you have it, then? - I will. It takes time.
- No. We don't have time. - You have to have the time, boss.
Look, can you see? Can you see even a drop of blood?
Look here.
What just happened?
- So, this is it. - What happened, sir?
What is it? Where is it?
- Where are you looking at? - So, where should I look?
Man, it is in my brain.
Boss, I'll tell you everything. I just need a bit more time.
Come back again. I will tell you everyhting.
Oh, man!
It's weird, sir. Dr. Salunkhe can be a bit odd sometimes.
He has a weird mind, man.
He will come with some new tactic now.
- Come soon. - Coming.
Why are you laughing?
Daya!
How did this blood splatter?
On Salunkhe's face.
When the head was cut, not even a drop of blood was there. And this blood?
Sir, he is our first victim, Ravi, the AC bus conductor.
He died on the 19th of the last month in the same tunnel
when the bus returned to Mumbai.
Sir, he is Bunty, our second victim.
He was also a conductor of an AC bus.
He died on the 26th of last month
in the same tunnel when the bus returned to Mumbai.
He is Anuj. He, too, was the conductor of an AC bus.
He died today in the same place on the same route.
Daya, this means
every Sunday, the murderer
kills the conductors of the Mumbai-Dholpur AC bus.
Sir, this bus leaves in the morning,
and returns from Dholpur's sunrise point.
While returning, the killer must've taken advantage
of the darkness in the tunnel
to behead the conductor.
Yes. The poor passengers must've been sleeping out of fatigue.
That is why nobody realized it.
Poorvi, the victims were conductors. Right?
Apart from that, is anything else common between them?
Or do they know someone in common?
Sir, they didn't know each other
or have a common link with someone else.
Avni, did you check the passenger list?
Yes, sir. I've matched the list with the one the local police gave us.
But, sir, no passenger was on all three buses.
The police have copies of their ID cards as proof.
Sir, he could be travelling with a fake ID.
That's possible, Daya.
Sir, why not gather the information on all the buses on this route?
We might zero in on the killer.
Pankaj, more than 200 buses use this route.
On Sundays, thousands of people visit Dholpur and return.
So, finding one person who could be the killer among these
seems tedious.
Daya,
we will make the impossible possible.
Let's do one thing.
Let's call constables from the local police station.
Those constables, along with you and Pankaj,
all of you will pretend to be conductors
of Mumbai-Dholpur AC buses.
Poorvi, you and Avni will be passengers.
As soon as the killer makes his move,
grab him and twist his arm.
Poorvi, I have terrible luck.
You'll see, that the killer will be on my bus.
Pankaj, why are you so scared?
I am not scared.
I fear I might kill the killer.
Correct.
Sir, I am confident we will grab the killer today.
Sir, the tunnel's about to come.
Okay. Be alert.
Sir, everything is okay on my bus.
Sir, our bus is 500 meters away from the tunnel.
Sir, my bus will enter the tunnel now.
Sir, everything is okay here.
Sir, our bus is 500 meters away from the tunnel.
Sir, everything is okay here.
Who pushed me?
Sorry, sir. I had to get my bag. It was a mistake.
- Daya? - Sir?
- There has been a murder. - What?
- In which bus, sir? - It's another AC bus.
Go and check it out. Hurry up.
CONSTABLE MURAARI
Yes, Muraari.
CONSTABLE SANJAY
The killer is too clever.
Constable Sanjay was ready.
He also had a gun.
Still, he killed him.
Sir, I am sure
Sanjay must've fought till his last breath.
Yes, Muraari.
Sanjay was a brave man.
There is blood and skin.
It looks like Sanjay had a brawl
with the killer before dying.
During that fight,
the killer's skin came out with this ring.
Sir, that's a lot of skin.
That means it will take him a week to heal.
Are the bus passengers still here?
Sir, everyone left.
I tried to stop them, but nobody stayed due to fear.
Poorvi, inform Constable Sanjay's family.
Daya, all of us will attend Constable Sanjay's final rites.
He died like a brave martyr.
Sir, we found this ring in Constable Sanjay's hand.
- Is that right? - Hmm.
It is a common ring, sir.
It has the killer's skin and blood on it.
Show it to Salunkhe. He will find out.
Yes, tell me.
Boss, I've found out
why there wasn't any blood splatter during the beheading.
Why not?
Do one thing.
Squeeze this lemon in my eyes.
Have you lost it?
Who squeezes a lemon in one's eyes intentionally?
I told you to squeeze it. I have a reason. Do it.
- Daya, squeeze it. - Yes, squeeze it.
Squeeze it, Daya.
Yes, I am sure. Do it.
- Sir, I squeezed all of it. - Yes, do it.
Sir, this is frozen.
He made a mistake, Daya. It's an old lemon.
It's not an old lemon.
Do you know
- why the juice isn't coming out? - Why?
That's because I've injected liquid nitrogen into this lemon.
That's why the juice froze.
Similarly, before cutting the necks of those conductors,
the killer injected liquid nitrogen in their bodies.
The blood froze instantly.
That's why there was no blood spatter when he beheaded them.
Later on, the liquid nitrogen evaporated, and we didn't get proof.
Sir, if liquid nitrogen evaporated,
how did you find it out?
Gargi, tell her how we found out.
When the blood splattered on Dr. Salunkhe that day,
he got the idea.
After that, he noticed deep frostbite on the body.
Then, the body's tissues had also faded.
That is a sign of cryonecrosis.
Cryonecrosis means dying due to extreme cold.
Boss, liquid nitrogen can only work for a limited time.
After that, the liquid nitrogen evaporates,
and things go back to their original state.
The killer injected concentrated liquid nitrogen into their bodies.
That's why their bodies
took some time to return to their original state.
Daya,
we know the killer now.
Yes, Avni.
Sir, per your instructions, I checked all the commercial places
selling liquid nitrogen.
But, sir, liquid nitrogen was not missing anywhere.
What? Liquid nitrogen is not missing anywhere.
Liquid nitrogen cannot be stored in large quantities.
What if
the killer bought a smaller quantity
for personal use?
Right, sir. That's possible.
Salunkhe sir said the same thing.
Liquid nitrogen cannot be stored in large quantities for a long time.
That's why the killer
will buy a small quantity of liquid nitrogen for his next murder.
He will go to a place where he can get it.
Before the next murder…
Yes, sir. Except for three liquid nitrogen dealers,
we've shut down the other stores and factories.
Poorvi, Pankaj, and I
are watching the three dealers' stores.
But, sir, nobody has come here yet.
Nobody we can suspect.
Yes, sir. Neither did I notice an injured finger.
Daya, we don't have a lot of time.
The bus conductors are threatening
to go on strike because of these killings.
If another murder takes place,
these buses will not go on that route.
The drivers will also go on strike.
Find the killer as soon as possible. Do anything it takes.
Sir, I see a man outside the store.
His finger has a bandage, sir. I will check.
Okay.
Remove the helmet.
Sir, I am sure
Sanjay must've fought till his last breath.
Muraari, you?
What's in the bag?
- Sir, uh… - Open the bag.
Open the bag!
- So, you're the killer. - Sir, I am not the killer.
Look, sir. The bandage is fake.
Sir, the killer called me.
He said if I would give him a box of liquid nitrogen,
he would give me Sanjay's head.
Sir, Sanjay was my friend.
I wanted his final rites to take place well. That's it.
I was headed towards your office to tell you about it.
Where is that liquid nitrogen?
He took it from me at the last intersection.
He took my phone, too.
What did he look like?
Sir, he was skinny, average height,
he was wearing a red hoodie, and there was a mask on his face.
Red hoodie?
He had a bag with him, and he told the rickshaw driver
to take him to the bus stand.
Muraari, you are a constable. I didn't expect this from you.
I'll deal with you later.
Sir, I had no other choice.
I couldn't bear to see Sanjay's family suffer any more. I'm sorry, sir.
Sir, the killer is headed towards the bus stand.
Yes, I'm close to the bus stand, so I'll go there right now.
Quick, Daya, stop him before he boards a bus.
Red hoodie? Is he the killer?
Hey!
Yes, sir?
Where did you find this hoodie?
I'm a beggar, sir.
A kind gentleman gave it and I took it.
Who… Who was that man? Where did he go?
Sir, the white bus that passed through here just now,
the one with the photo of a tiger,
he might've boarded it.
- He got on the bus? - Yes.
Sir, the man escaped.
He boarded a white-colored bus, sir.
All the murders took place during the return journey.
In that very tunnel.
- I have a plan. - Okay, sir.
DHOLPUR
Sir, please don't put your life in danger.
We don't know anything about the killer.
Abhijeet, sir is not listening to me, please make him understand.
Sir, what are you doing?
Something feels off about this case, sir.
I know what I'm doing.
You're at the Maha Kumbh, spending your days in devotion.
I will handle everything here.
One more thing. You better listen too, Daya.
I'm the one who solves puzzles around here, got it?
I don't know how to stop sir from stepping into a death trap.
Has everyone returned? No one is left behind, right?
Who are you?
I'm the conductor of this bus.
But there was a different conductor before.
Yes, he's not feeling well, so I'm filling in for him.
All right? Let's get going then. Let's go!
Excuse me, could you please move a bit?
A bit more.
I don't have enough space to sit.
So should I sit on the floor?
Take both seats for yourself, I'll go somewhere else.
These reels are so funny!
Could you dial it down? I want to sleep for a while.
Bro, you snooze, you lose.
Let's watch reels together.
I'm not in the mood, please leave me alone.
Your loss.
Are you following the bus? All good?
Yes, sir.
Be alert, understood?
Observe if someone throws a head out, got it?
Sir, please be careful.
Yes, Daya, I will.
I'm not a child.
Don't worry about me, I'll be careful.
CID is bugging me for no good reason.
And to put an end to all this,
I will kill you.
The killer…
Daya…
Daya… the killer is on this bus.
Yes… I'm next on his list.
No matter what,
he must be caught.
Whatever happens, he must not get away.
What's wrong, sir? Are you all right?
Sir! Sir, what's wrong? Are you all right?
- Sir, please say something. - What's wrong, sir? Are you okay?
- Sir, please say something. - Sir, what… what's wrong? Sir?
Blood! Blood!
- Murder! - What's wrong?
- Murder! Murder! - Murder! Murder! Murder!
Stop the bus! Stop the bus!
Murder! Stop the bus!
- Move aside! - Move!
Sir, there's a dead body over there!
- Sir, the head has been severed! - Hey, move back.
- Move! Move! - Please!
- Please move! Move! - Where is the dead body?
- Move! - Move!
Move aside!
Sir… Sir, I won't be able to bear it.
You go ahead.
- Who is this? - This is not ACP sir.
- Then where is ACP sir? - Let's go.
ACP sir!
Daya! Daya!
- Sir, are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
Daya, I don't understand how…
I… I was reading that letter and inhaled something on it.
I started getting dizzy,
and I somehow made it to the back,
thinking that the killer would come after me…
to kill me, and I would catch him. But…
I don't know when, but I passed out.
Sir, if the killer is targetting conductors…
You're all right.
- Then whose dead body is that? - What?
There's been a murder?
Please come and see if you can identify the body.
Sir, if no one on the bus saw him, even you,
then how did the body end up on a moving bus?
Check everyone's ID,
and check their hands, fingers especially.
- Sit down, please. - Move, move! Take your seats.
- Take your seats. - Show me.
Show me your ID.
Sir, the name on the ID is Praful, and it's fake.
His face doesn't match.
Hey, it's my ID, ma'am.
I've become a bit fair now.
What concoction do you drink that your face changed fully?
- Does he look like you? - Sir, it's me.
Tell me your dad's name, and your address.
Srikanth. Yari Road, Andheri West.
Come, come out.
One more time, what's your dad's name?
Srikanth.
How many dads do you have?
Yes, sir, the ID is fake.
But… But, sir, I'm not the killer.
Then why are you travelling with a fake ID?
Sir, I'm honest, but my wife isn't.
She lodged a fake case against me for alimony.
So I got a fake ID made and ran away from home
so that no one would be able to find me.
I promise, sir. You may investigate,
but this is my first time on a bus in a very long time, sir.
Sir, look at this.
Yes?
Sir, there are ice gel packs and injections in his bag.
- This seems used. - You?
So you are the killer?
Killer? Killer…
No, sir.
I'm not the killer, sir, I'm innocent.
Whose bag is this? Whose bag?
Bag… I don't how these two bags got here, sir.
It was here already, sir. I came to India two days ago.
And no sooner did I get here than all this happened, sir.
I will leave India in two days, sir.
Hello?
It got disconnected, sir.
Sir, look, a knife.
This blood can't be the victim's, sir.
His neck isn't bleeding, and he hasn't been stabbed either.
Sir, I think this is the killer's blood.
We checked everyone on the bus.
No one had any wounds or bloodstains.
Not even a trace of blood.
Whose blood is it?
I'm clueless.
Sir, the killer didn't exit the bus, he isn't in here either.
Where did he go?
And how is he doing all this?
Sir, night vision goggles.
He came well-prepared.
Is that so?
Sir, that means,
when the bus goes through the tunnel and it's fully dark,
the killer wears these night goggles
and kills his victim with this knife.
What is that?
Sir, I found this piece of cloth in the compartment under the seat.
I think it matches with the shirt of the person who died.
I'll go and check ,sir.
It's a piece of his shirt, sir.
That means the killer didn't board the bus later,
he was already hiding in the compartment below these seats.
And that's why no one on the bus saw him.
But why was he… hiding here?
Daya, something seems off, something is definitely off.
Hey! Come here!
Step back!
Step back! Back off!
Where's my brother? Where is my brother?
- Please, let go of me! Let go of me! - Step back!
Hey, stand here. Where's my brother? Back off!
- Hey, uncle, step back! - Please! Let go of me!
Shut up! Not a word!
Back off! Four-eyes, back off! Hey, cop, stand back!
Where's my brother? Tell me!
- Hey! - Tell me now! Hey!
Step back! Back off!
- Back off! Hey! - Calm down.
Back off! Or else I'll shoot her! Stand back!
- Sir, help! - Quiet! Not a word!
My brother was on this bus. Where is he?
Who answered my call on my brother's phone?
We are from the CID. Your brother is dead.
- My brother is dead? - Yes.
Hey!
I will kill her!
Listen to me, just listen.
We are also searching for the killer.
One of them killed my brother.
- Back off! Back off! Stand back! - Hey!
Hey, stand back! Stand back!
- Back off! Back off! - Calm… Calm down. Listen.
One among these, right?
You killed my brother?
You did? You? You?
- Hey! - Who killed him?
Get in! Who killed my brother? Tell me now!
- Help! - Hey, shut your mouth!
- I won't leave you. - Hey, listen!
Hey! Come! Back off, CID! Stand back!
Get in one by one! Move!
Get in! Get in!
- Come on. - Get in! Get in!
Hey! Get in!
- Shut it! Don't move! - Hello, listen.
Hello, just… just listen.
- Get in! Get in! - This won't help you.
I will avenge my brother's death!
Even if I die with you!
Get in! Get in!
Get everyone out!
Sir, I want to see this.
I will blast everyone to bits!
No one will die today.
Get up!
Your time bomb stopped ticking.
It's about time you end up behind bars, understood?
Sir, hang me if you want,
but catch my brother's killer first.
Anuj, Vishal, and I were three brothers, sir.
Someone killed Anuj by cutting his head off on a moving bus.
How is that even possible?
That's why Vishal got on the bus to solve this mystery,
and I was following him in my car. But someone killed Vishal too.
In the same gruesome way Anuj was killed.
That's why I wanted to blast this bus and the passengers…
We know who killed your brother.
It wouldn't have been possible without your help.
Do you want to know who it is?
As the AC bus would enter the tunnel, taking advantage of it being dark,
the killer would inject liquid nitrogen
into the veins of his victim, and then he would
sever the head in one clean sweep.
What's interesting is,
would he hide the head in the bus, or throw it out?
Where exactly?
Now, we searched everywhere,
even inside the bus, but we did not find the head.
Then where would he hide it?
Where would he hide it?
Do you know?
Sir, how would I know?
Shall I tell you where he could hide it?
So do you want to know where the head could be? Let me tell you.
What are you doing? How dare you misbehave…
Quiet!
You gave your red hoodie to the beggar and tricked me.
You went to a public toilet and disguised yourself as a woman.
Look, we found your brother.
Brother!
The killer hid the victim's head
in his fake pregnancy bump.
Yes, Salunkhe, tell me.
Boss, thanks to the DNA of the skin found on the ring,
we now know that the killer's age range is 28 to30.
And we have found traces of makeup gum on the skin,
which is used in prosthetics.
When he aimed the gun at your bump,
there was no trace of pain on your face.
So I sensed that something was off.
I realized that the bump was fake.
Yes, sir.
I killed them.
If I were to get the chance,
I would kill many more.
My mom was very ill one day.
I was just a child.
There were no local buses that late.
We somehow
brought mom near the highway.
A lot of AC buses travel on the highway, sir.
Dad tried to stop every AC bus that passed by.
A lot of buses passed by,
but no conductor let us board their bus.
Do you know why, sir? Because those conductors
could only see our poverty and disease.
Do you know what they said, sir?
You don't have the status to board an AC bus.
And my mom took her last breath right there by the roadside.
You might've heard
that a body becomes heavy after one's death.
I saw it with my own eyes.
My mom had stopped breathing,
and my dad
took her to the hospital on his shoulder,
hoping that she was still alive.
But mom couldn't be saved.
And my dad couldn't bear the trauma. His entire body was paralyzed.
You know what, sir, those conductors killed my mom.
The ones who didn't let us board their AC buses.
The fire of my rage kept burning.
Initially, I started pelting stones at buses.
When I was eight,
I would pelt stones at the AC buses travelling on that highway
and break their windows.
And I would throw nails on the road
to puncture their tires.
My anger did not reduce a bit.
And then, fate smiled upon me.
At every chance I got,
I would get on those AC buses and have my revenge against those conductors.
I would kill those conductors
who would belittle poor people like me in front of the rich.
I would kill those conductors, sever their heads,
and place it at my dad's feet.
But my anger didn't come down, and I'm sure
that it's the same with my dad too.
Shyamal, I accept that what happened to you was unacceptable.
The day your mom passed away,
instead of considering it an unfortunate day,
you killed five innocent people.
Shyamal.
You've committed a grave crime.
The law will never forgive you.
You will be hanged to death.
Hanged to death.