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🔥 SCENE 1 — INT. DHARAVI CLINIC — EXAMINATION ROOM — EARLY MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: DHARAVI, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 5:12 A.M. — PRE-DAWN
💨 A flickering tube light buzzes overhead. The clinic is small, cramped, and humid. Ceiling fan turns slowly. The air is thick with antiseptic and sweat.
📜 A male body lies on the floor near the examination table. Mid-30s. Shirt soaked in sweat. Eyes open. Pupils dilated. Skin pale with a faint bluish tinge. No visible wounds.
📜 A young nurse stands frozen in the doorway, hand over her mouth.
🔥 NURSE (whispers):
"Doctor… he's not breathing."
📜 DR. VIKRAM SHAH, 50s, seasoned and exhausted, rushes in. He kneels beside the body. Checks the pulse. Nothing.
🔥 DR. SHAH (to nurse):
"Get the oxygen. Now."
📜 He opens the man's eyelids. Bloodshot. Tiny red dots around the sclera. He lifts the shirt—no bruises, no trauma. Just a faint rash spreading across the abdomen.
📜 The nurse returns with the oxygen mask. Dr. Shah hesitates.
🔥 DR. SHAH (quietly):
"No… no CPR. No contact. This isn't cardiac."
📜 He backs away slowly. Looks at the nurse.
🔥 DR. SHAH (urgent):
"Call the police. Tell them we have a body. No ID. No injuries. No explanation."
📜 The nurse fumbles with the landline. Her hands are shaking.
📜 In the corner, a metal trash bin. Something glints inside—shards of glass. A broken vial.
📜 The camera lingers on the body. A single drop of blood leaks from the man's ear.
🚔 BLACK SQUAD VAN RACING THROUGH NARROW LANES — SIRENS OFF — LIGHTS ON
---🔥 SCENE 2 — INT. DHARAVI CLINIC — MOMENTS LATER
🎬 LOCATION: DHARAVI, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 5:26 A.M. — 14 MINUTES LATER
💨 The narrow lanes of Dharavi are still asleep. Rainwater drips from tin roofs. A Black Squad SUV pulls up silently—no sirens, just urgency.
📜 Arjun steps out first, scanning the alley. Imran follows, already gloved. Shreya carries a portable scanner. Qazi remains in the vehicle, watching.
📜 Inside the clinic, the nurse points toward the examination room. Her hands are trembling.
🔥 NURSE (to Arjun):
"He just collapsed. No fever. No cough. Just… dropped."
📜 Arjun nods. Imran enters first, weapon drawn—standard protocol.
📜 The body is still there. Same position. Same expression.
🔥 IMRAN (checking corners):
"Clear. No signs of struggle."
📜 Shreya sets up a UV scanner. No blood spatter. No prints. Just a faint residue on the floor—something oily.
🔥 SHREYA:
"Chemical trace. Not organic. Could be synthetic."
📜 Arjun kneels beside the body. He notices the rash on the abdomen.
🔥 ARJUN (to comms):
"Qazi, we've got something strange. No trauma. No signs of violence. But this doesn't look natural."
📜 Qazi steps in, followed by Dr. R.P. Gupta—calm, composed, carrying a sealed field kit.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (kneeling):
"Petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes. Cyanosis around the lips. This man didn't die from trauma. He bled out… internally."
📜 He lifts the man's shirt. Points to the rash. Then notices something else—tiny puncture marks near the lower ribs.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (quietly):
"This wasn't an accident. This was introduced."
📜 He opens his kit. Swabs the puncture site. Seals the sample.
🔥 QAZI (to Arjun):
"Get the building sealed. No one in or out. I want the entire block under surveillance."
📜 Imran steps out to secure the perimeter.
📜 Shreya scans the trash bin. Finds the broken vial. Picks it up with tongs.
🔥 SHREYA:
"Unlabeled. No serial. No manufacturer code. This wasn't prescribed. This was planted."
📜 Sachin enters, slightly out of breath.
🔥 SACHIN:
"Locals say he wasn't from here. Walked in alone. No one saw him before today."
📜 He glances at the body. Then at the broken vial.
🔥 SACHIN (to Gupta):
"You think this is contagious?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA (without looking up):
"I think we'll know in a few hours."
📜 Sachin coughs. Just once.
📜 Everyone freezes.
🚔 INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — WAR ROOM — LATER
---🔥 SCENE 3 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — WAR ROOM — EARLY MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 6:41 A.M. — 1 HOUR AFTER DISCOVERY
💨 The war room is dimly lit. Rain taps against the reinforced glass. The body from the clinic is now in containment. The team is gathered around the digital board. The atmosphere is tense—clinical, but charged.
📜 On screen: the victim's vitals, autopsy images, and a magnified view of the puncture site.
🔥 SHREYA (typing rapidly):
"No ID match. No fingerprints in the system. Facial recognition gives us nothing. He's a ghost."
🔥 IMRAN (pacing):
"Ghosts don't bleed from the inside. Someone sent him in. Like a test run."
📜 Arjun stands at the board, arms crossed, eyes locked on the image of the broken vial.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Shreya, run the chemical trace on that residue. I want to know what was in that vial."
🔥 SHREYA:
"Already in the lab queue. But it's not a narcotic. No alkaloid base. It's something else."
📜 Dr. Gupta enters, removing gloves. His face is unreadable.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"I ran a rapid tox screen. The blood sample shows signs of a synthetic hemorrhagic agent. Fast-acting. Engineered. Not viral in the traditional sense—but it behaves like one."
🔥 QAZI (calm, cold):
"Weaponized?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Possibly. It attacks the vascular lining. Causes internal bleeding without external trauma. Death in under 20 minutes. No known antidote."
📜 A silence falls.
🔥 SACHIN (from the corner, trying to lighten the mood):
"So… not dengue, then."
📜 The team turns. Sachin is pale. Sweating.
🔥 ARJUN (stepping forward):
"Sachin. When did you start feeling off?"
🔥 SACHIN (shrugs):
"Ten minutes ago. Just a little fever. I'm fine."
📜 He coughs again. This time, deeper.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (to Qazi):
"Get him into isolation. Now."
📜 Imran and Arjun move quickly. Sachin doesn't resist.
🔥 SACHIN (quietly, to Arjun):
"If this is it… don't let it be for nothing."
📜 Arjun nods, jaw clenched.
📜 Qazi turns to Shreya.
🔥 QAZI:
"Trace the vial. Manufacturer, distributor, black market—anything. I want to know who made this and why it's in my city."
📜 Shreya nods, already typing.
🔥 QAZI (to Gupta):
"And you… find a way to stop it."
📜 Gupta doesn't answer. Just walks out, faster than usual.
🚔 INT. BLACK SQUAD INFIRMARY — SACHIN BEING ISOLATED — DOOR SEALS SHUT
---🔥 SCENE 4 — INT. FORENSIC LAB — BLACK SQUAD HQ — MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: FORENSIC DIVISION, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 7:28 A.M. — 2 HOURS AFTER EXPOSURE
💨 The lab is sterile, silent, and cold. A centrifuge spins in the background. Monitors glow with molecular diagrams. Dr. R.P. Gupta stands alone, surgical mask on, eyes fixed on a blood sample under the microscope.
📜 On the screen: a magnified view of Sachin's blood. Red cells rupturing. Capillaries collapsing. A foreign agent moving like a predator through the bloodstream.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (into recorder):
"Subject: Inspector Sachin. Viral load increasing exponentially. The agent is synthetic—engineered to bypass immune response. No antibodies. No resistance. It's not evolving. It's executing."
📜 He switches to a second monitor. Side-by-side comparison: the clinic victim's blood vs. Sachin's. Identical breakdown.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (quietly):
"Same strain. Same design. But this one… is faster."
📜 He pulls up the chemical structure of the agent. Begins isolating the protein spike.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (to himself):
"Whoever built this… knew exactly what they were doing."
📜 He opens a locked drawer. Pulls out a sealed vial labeled: "VIREXA TRIAL 2019 — BATCH 4C."
📜 He hesitates. Then loads it into the analyzer.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (into recorder):
"Cross-referencing with discontinued vaccine trials. Virexa Biogen. Trial 4C was halted after reports of internal hemorrhaging in test subjects. Official cause: formulation instability. Unofficially… it was buried."
📜 The analyzer pings. MATCH: 87.4% SIMILARITY.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (stunned):
"This isn't a mutation. It's a resurrection."
📜 He turns to the intercom.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (to comms):
"Qazi. We have a match. The virus is based on a failed vaccine prototype. Virexa Biogen. Trial 4C."
🔥 QAZI (over comms):
"Where's the lab?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Shut down. But if the samples survived… someone's using them."
📜 He looks back at Sachin's blood. The cells are breaking faster now.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (softly):
"I need more time."
🚔 INT. BLACK SQUAD INFIRMARY — SACHIN SHIVERING UNDER A BLANKET — MONITOR BEEPING
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🔥 SCENE 5 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — WAR ROOM — MID-MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 9:03 A.M. — 4 HOURS AFTER EXPOSURE
💨 The war room is tense. Rain drums against the windows. The digital board is now filled with molecular diagrams, pharma trial data, and a map of Mumbai with red markers. The team is gathered—silent, focused, and visibly shaken.
📜 On screen:
- VIREXA BIOGEN — TRIAL 4C
- TERMINATED: 2019
- LOCATION: ANDHERI EAST — STORAGE FACILITY (SHUTTERED)
🔥 SHREYA (typing fast):
"Trial 4C was conducted under a shell company—Virexa Biogen. They claimed it was a dengue vaccine. But the side effects were catastrophic. Internal bleeding. Neurological damage. The trial was shut down after three deaths."
🔥 IMRAN (grim):
"And now it's back. In a slum. In a vial. In Sachin."
📜 Arjun studies the map.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Where were the samples stored?"
🔥 SHREYA:
"Officially? Destroyed. Unofficially? Transferred to a cold storage unit in Andheri East. Leased by a logistics firm that doesn't exist anymore."
🔥 QAZI:
"Then someone kept the virus alive. For four years."
📜 Dr. Gupta enters, holding a printed report.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"The strain in Sachin's blood is 87% identical to Trial 4C. But it's been modified. Stabilized. Whoever did this didn't just steal the virus—they perfected it."
📜 Shreya pulls up a new lead.
🔥 SHREYA:
"I traced the logistics firm's last known shipment. Two weeks ago. Destination: a private clinic in Kurla. Registered to a Dr. Neeraj Bendre. Former Virexa consultant. License revoked in 2020."
🔥 QAZI:
"Alive?"
🔥 SHREYA:
"Off the grid. No phone. No bank activity. But the clinic's still active. Cash-only. No records."
🔥 IMRAN (loading his weapon):
"Then we knock."
📜 Qazi looks at Arjun.
🔥 QAZI:
"Take Imran and Shreya. Quiet entry. No sirens. No uniforms. If this man has more of that virus, I want it in our hands before it hits the streets."
🔥 ARJUN:
"And if he resists?"
🔥 QAZI (cold):
"Then he doesn't walk out."
📜 The team moves. Shreya grabs her tablet. Imran checks his sidearm. Arjun nods once.
📜 Behind them, on the monitor, Sachin's vitals flicker. His heart rate is rising.
🚔 INT. SUV — MOVING THROUGH KURLA TRAFFIC — SILENT, FOCUSED
---🔥 SCENE 6 — INT. KURLA — PRIVATE CLINIC — LATE MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: KURLA, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 10:17 A.M. — 5 HOURS AFTER EXPOSURE
💨 The streets outside are chaotic—vendors shouting, traffic snarling, monsoon runoff flooding the gutters. But inside the SUV, it's dead quiet. Arjun, Imran, and Shreya sit in silence, eyes locked on the building ahead: a faded two-storey structure wedged between a welding shop and a paan stall. The sign reads: "DR. NEERAJ BENDRE — GENERAL PRACTITIONER."
📜 Shreya scans the building with a thermal tablet.
🔥 SHREYA (quietly):
"One heat signature. Ground floor. Stationary. Could be him."
🔥 ARJUN (to comms):
"Qazi, we're going in. No backup. No noise."
🔥 QAZI (over comms):
"Copy. If he's holding live samples, don't fire unless you have to. We don't know what's airborne."
📜 Imran chambers a round. Arjun nods. They move.
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🔻 INT. CLINIC — RECEPTION AREA — CONTINUOUS
📜 The door creaks open. No receptionist. No patients. Just a dusty waiting room and a faint chemical smell.
📜 Arjun signals. Imran sweeps left. Shreya covers the rear.
📜 They move toward the consultation room.
🔥 IMRAN (low):
"Place smells like bleach and secrets."
📜 Arjun pushes the door open.
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🔻 INT. CONSULTATION ROOM — CONTINUOUS
📜 DR. NEERAJ BENDRE, 50s, gaunt, unshaven, sits at his desk. Calm. A small refrigerator hums behind him.
🔥 DR. BENDRE (without looking up):
"I was wondering when you'd come."
📜 Arjun raises his weapon.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Hands where I can see them."
📜 Bendre complies. Slowly.
🔥 IMRAN:
"You're going to tell us everything. Starting with what's in that fridge."
📜 Bendre smiles faintly.
🔥 DR. BENDRE:
"Trial 4C. Stabilized. Purified. And now… perfected."
📜 Shreya moves to the fridge. Opens it. Inside: six vials. All sealed. All glowing faintly under UV.
🔥 SHREYA (into comms):
"Confirmed. We've got live samples."
🔥 QAZI (over comms):
"Secure and extract. Do not engage further."
📜 Arjun cuffs Bendre.
🔥 ARJUN:
"You killed a man in Dharavi. You infected a cop. Why?"
🔥 DR. BENDRE (calmly):
"I didn't kill anyone. I released a cure. The world just wasn't ready for it."
🔥 IMRAN (furious):
"You call that a cure?"
🔥 DR. BENDRE:
"Every cure begins as a poison. That's how we learn."
📜 Arjun stares at him. Cold.
🔥 ARJUN:
"You're not a doctor. You're a bioterrorist."
📜 Bendre leans in, voice low.
🔥 DR. BENDRE:
"And yet… you came to me for the antidote."
🚔 INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — INFIRMARY — SACHIN'S VITALS SPIKING
🔥 SCENE 7 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — INTERROGATION ROOM — MIDDAY
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 12:03 P.M. — 7 HOURS AFTER EXPOSURE
💨 The interrogation room is stark. One table. Two chairs. A single overhead light. The air is thick with tension. On the other side of the one-way glass, Qazi, Arjun, and Dr. Gupta watch in silence.
📜 Inside, Dr. Neeraj Bendre sits cuffed, composed, and eerily calm. His lab coat is gone. His eyes are sharp. Across from him: Imran, pacing like a caged animal.
🔥 IMRAN (slamming a file on the table):
"You killed a man in Dharavi. You infected a cop. You're sitting on six vials of a virus that could wipe out a city block. Start talking."
🔥 BENDRE (softly):
"I didn't kill anyone. I liberated them."
🔥 IMRAN (leaning in):
"You think this is some kind of crusade?"
🔥 BENDRE:
"No. It's a correction. You see a virus. I see a filter. A way to remove the weak links in a diseased system."
📜 Imran grabs his collar. Arjun's voice crackles through the intercom.
🔥 ARJUN (over comms):
"Imran. Out. Now."
📜 Imran glares at Bendre, then storms out.
📜 Dr. Gupta enters. Calm. Surgical. He sits across from Bendre.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"You were part of Trial 4C. You knew the risks. You saw what it did to the test subjects."
🔥 BENDRE:
"I saw potential. But Virexa pulled the plug. They buried it. I resurrected it."
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"And Sachin? What is he to you?"
🔥 BENDRE:
"A variable. A necessary one. If he survives, we prove immunity is possible. If he dies, we refine the dose."
📜 Gupta's jaw tightens.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"There's no cure, is there?"
🔥 BENDRE (smiling faintly):
"There's a prototype. But it's incomplete. I was close. Until you interrupted."
📜 Qazi enters. Silent. Controlled. He places a syringe on the table.
🔥 QAZI:
"You're going to finish it. Now."
🔥 BENDRE:
"And if I don't?"
🔥 QAZI (cold):
"Then I'll inject you with your own creation and let you race the clock."
📜 Bendre studies Qazi. Then the syringe. Then nods.
🔥 BENDRE:
"I'll need my lab notes. And one of the vials."
🔥 QAZI:
"You'll get a microscope and a timer. That's it."
📜 Qazi turns to Gupta.
🔥 QAZI:
"You've got six hours. If he doesn't give us a cure… we burn the rest."
🚔 INT. INFIRMARY — SACHIN'S CONDITION DETERIORATING — MONITOR BEEPING FASTER
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🔥 SCENE 8 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — TEMPORARY BIO-LAB — AFTERNOON
🎬 LOCATION: ISOLATED CONTAINMENT BAY, BLACK SQUAD HQ
⏱️ TIME: 2:47 P.M. — 9 HOURS AFTER EXPOSURE
💨 The lab is makeshift but sterile. Negative pressure vents hum overhead. A digital countdown glows on the wall: "TIME TO SYSTEMIC FAILURE: 3H 12M."
📜 Inside the sealed glass chamber: Dr. Neeraj Bendre, gloved, masked, and surrounded by microscopes, centrifuges, and a single vial of the virus.
📜 Outside the chamber: Dr. Gupta, monitoring every move. Shreya watches from a terminal, tracking molecular sequences in real time.
🔥 SHREYA (to Gupta):
"He's not stalling. He's working fast. Protein chains are mutating. He's trying to stabilize the spike."
🔥 DR. GUPTA (grim):
"Or he's building something worse."
📜 Bendre injects a reagent into the sample. The solution turns cloudy, then clears. He notes something in a journal.
🔥 BENDRE (through intercom):
"I need a blood sample. From the infected officer. I can't calibrate immunity without a live host marker."
🔥 QAZI (over comms):
"You're not getting near him."
🔥 BENDRE:
"Then he dies. And so does your window."
📜 Gupta hesitates. Then signals to Shreya.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Draw 5ml. No more."
📜 CUT TO: INT. INFIRMARY — SACHIN, BARELY CONSCIOUS
📜 Arjun stands beside him, holding his hand.
🔥 SACHIN (weakly):
"Tell Qazi… I'm not scared. Just tired."
🔥 ARJUN (quietly):
"You're not done yet. You hear me?"
📜 Shreya enters. Draws the blood. Her hands shake slightly.
📜 She returns to the lab. Passes the vial through the sealed transfer port.
📜 Bendre takes it. Adds it to the compound.
📜 On the monitor: the virus begins to destabilize. The protein spike collapses.
🔥 SHREYA (eyes wide):
"He's doing it. It's breaking down."
📜 Gupta leans in.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Not yet. It needs to bind. If it doesn't bind, it's just a theory."
📜 Bendre injects the final compound into a test culture. Waits.
📜 The screen flashes:
"IMMUNE RESPONSE: POSITIVE."
🔥 SHREYA (whispers):
"Oh my god."
🔥 DR. GUPTA (into comms):
"Qazi. We have a prototype. It's not perfect. But it's viable."
🔥 QAZI (over comms):
"Then move. Now."
📜 Gupta grabs the syringe. Rushes out.
🚔 CUT TO: INT. INFIRMARY — SACHIN'S HEART RATE SPIKING — TIME RUNNING OUT
📜 Gupta enters. Arjun steps aside.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"This is going to hurt."
📜 He injects the serum.
📜 The monitor flatlines—
Then spikes.
📜 Sachin gasps. Eyes flutter open.
🔥 SACHIN (barely audible):
"Still… here."
📜 Arjun exhales. Shreya wipes her eyes.
📜 In the lab, Bendre watches through the glass. Smiling.
🔥 BENDRE (to himself):
"Proof… at last."
🚔 INT. WAR ROOM — QAZI STARES AT THE MONITOR — TIMER STOPS
---🔥 SCENE 9 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — WAR ROOM — EVENING
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 6:11 P.M. — 13 HOURS AFTER EXPOSURE
💨 The storm outside has intensified. Thunder rolls over the city. Inside the war room, the lights are dimmed. The digital board now shows a single word: "STABILIZED."
📜 The team is gathered—silent, exhausted, and emotionally frayed.
📜 On the screen: Sachin's vitals. Steady. Breathing normal. Fever broken.
🔥 SHREYA (softly):
"He's stable. No signs of relapse. The prototype held."
🔥 ARJUN (quietly):
"Gupta saved him."
🔥 DR. GUPTA (correcting):
"No. Bendre did. I just delivered it."
📜 Qazi stands at the head of the room, arms crossed, eyes locked on the screen.
🔥 QAZI:
"Where's Bendre now?"
🔥 IMRAN (from the corner):
"Back in containment. Smiling like he cured cancer."
🔥 QAZI:
"He didn't cure anything. He proved he could play god. And now he thinks we owe him."
📜 Arjun steps forward.
🔥 ARJUN:
"We need to know if this was a one-off. Or a field test."
🔥 SHREYA (pulling up a new file):
"Already working on it. I traced a data packet Bendre sent before we raided the clinic. Encrypted. Routed through three servers. Final destination: unknown."
🔥 QAZI:
"Someone else has the formula."
📜 A beat of silence.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"If this strain was just a prototype… the next one won't be curable."
📜 Qazi turns to the board. A new case file opens:
"OPERATION: CLEAN DOSE — STATUS: ACTIVE."
🔥 QAZI (to the team):
"Get some rest. You've got six hours. After that, we go hunting."
📜 The team disperses slowly. Arjun lingers.
🔥 ARJUN (to Qazi):
"If we hadn't found him in time…"
🔥 QAZI (flat):
"We didn't find him in time. We just got lucky."
📜 He walks out. Alone.
🚔 INT. CONTAINMENT CELL — NIGHT
📜 Bendre sits on the cot, staring at the wall.
📜 On the floor beside him: a single ant crawling across the tile.
🔥 BENDRE (to himself):
"Let's see how far it spreads."
🚔 FADE TO BLACK — END OF EPISODE 158
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