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🔥 SCENE 1 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — WAR ROOM — DAWN
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 5:13 A.M. — THE MORNING AFTER "PATIENT ZERO"
💨 Outside, the city groans under heavy rain. Inside the war room, fluorescent light reflects off tactical glass boards, now riddled with red pins, chemical diagrams, and live updates. The room smells like coffee and antiseptic. Tension is thick. Nobody speaks unless it's necessary.
📜 On the central display: "New Incidents: 2 Confirmed Fatalities – Same Symptoms – Dharavi Cluster"
📜 SHREYA zooms in on satellite thermal maps. Two red hotspots. Spread far enough apart to defy containment logic.
🔥 SHREYA (grim):
"No direct proximity. No contact relay. Same collapse window. This is engineered replication."
📜 DR. GUPTA stands beside her, shifting vials inside an insulated case, silent and focused.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (low):
"The fever onset is 40% faster than the original strain. This isn't survival. It's adaptation."
📜 IMRAN enters with a wet coat, tosses photos on the table: two new corpses—eyes bloodshot, skin pale, same hemorrhagic signature.
🔥 IMRAN:
"Both collapsed outside a clinic. No forced contact. No travel. And I found this near one of them."
📜 He hands Gupta a torn package wrapper—faint chemical residue. Gupta sniffs it once, nods.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Derivatives. Someone is tampering with the compound. Trial 4C was a base—not a product."
📜 QAZI walks in, stone-faced, glances at the board, then at Gupta.
🔥 QAZI:
"How bad?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"We're past containment. These cases weren't exposed. They were selected."
📜 SHREYA switches feeds to server logs.
🔥 SHREYA:
"Two health alert tags—both flagged for elevated body temperature readings—deleted at midnight. Not automated. Manual override from inside Mantralaya's public health grid."
🔥 ARJUN (stepping in):
"So we've got virus leaks, digital interference, and three dead bodies. In twelve hours."
🔥 QAZI (to all):
"Effective immediately: Dharavi is a bio-containment zone. We lock it down. I don't care who objects."
📜 Gupta locks eyes with Qazi.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Once it crosses a hundred meters… this won't be a lockdown. It'll be a funeral."
📜 Imran grabs his weapon. Arjun pulls tactical schematics. Shreya preps the drone tablet.
🔥 QAZI (commanding tone):
"No press. No politicians. No false comfort. We hit hard. We hit first."
📜 Everyone starts moving. Fast.
📜 Camera lingers on the glass board: overlay of Dharavi with spreading red concentric circles… like a virus blooming.
🚔: EXT. DHARAVI STREETS — BLACK SQUAD VAN APPROACHES THROUGH WATERLOGGED LANES
---🔥 SCENE 2 — EXT. DHARAVI STREETS — MIDDAY
🎬 LOCATION: DHARAVI PERIMETER, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 12:07 P.M. — HOURS INTO EMERGENCY CONTAINMENT
💨 The monsoon rains soak the narrow alleys. Blue tarps flap. Electrical wires hiss overhead. Locals peer out from balconies and rooftops—silent, scared, waiting. Below, Black Squad has arrived. No sirens. No announcements. Just barricades, scanners, and tactical gear.
📜 ARJUN, IMRAN, and SHREYA lead the deployment. White hazard tape stretches across entry points. Drones buzz overhead, scanning body temperatures.
📜 SHREYA connects her tablet to the thermal sensors. Red outlines flicker across rooftops—faint fevers, already blooming.
🔥 SHREYA (to comms):
"Multiple heat spikes across six blocks. Nothing conclusive yet. But it's clustering."
📜 A commotion erupts at one checkpoint. Locals demand answers. Word of "infection" has started spreading despite the media blackout.
📜 A man rushes forward, clutching a photo—his young son.
🔥 MAN:
"He coughed last night. Then vanished. You sealed the area. Where is he?"
📜 ARJUN takes the photo gently, studies it.
🔥 ARJUN (calm):
"What's his name?"
🔥 MAN (shaking):
"Ayaan. Eight years old. Pink shirt. He sleeps in the back room, past the temple lane."
📜 Arjun signals Imran.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Let's sweep that row. Now."
📜 Imran nods, already moving, rifle angled down. Locals part as the team moves in—no panic, just dread.
📜 Inside the alley: children huddle. No signs of Ayaan. But a child's mask is found beneath a drainage pipe—pink, bloodstained.
🔥 IMRAN (low):
"Qazi's right. We're chasing ghosts."
📜 In the background, tempers rise. A vendor accuses the police of sealing healthy families. Shreya flips her badge—no words, just authority.
🔥 SHREYA (to vendor):
"You see chaos. I see data. If we're wrong, we leave. If we're right... we save what's left."
📜 The crowd quiets. Arjun hands the father back his photo.
🔥 ARJUN:
"We'll find him. But you need to stay outside the line."
📜 The father nods—helpless, hopeful.
📜 The camera pulls back: Black Squad spread thin across rain-soaked alleys, neon bio-scanners pulsing red. One team against a city's blood.
🚔 INT. HQ — INFIRMARY — SACHIN STIRS — MONITOR SPIKES
---🔥 SCENE 3 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — INFIRMARY — EARLY AFTERNOON
🎬 LOCATION: ISOLATION BAY, BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 12:38 P.M. — 7 HOURS INTO CITYWIDE CONTAINMENT
💨 The infirmary is silent except for the rhythmic beeping of vital monitors and the low hum of sterilizers. A pale monsoon light filters through UV-sealed windows. Sachin lies in bed—awake, but hollow-eyed.
📜 His face is gaunt. IV drips thread into his arm. Gupta reviews his vitals with a quiet intensity, while Qazi sits beside the bed, unmoving, eyes unreadable.
📜 A tray of uneaten food sits on a nearby table. Steam long gone.
🔥 SACHIN (softly):
"I thought dying would feel colder."
🔥 QAZI (low):
"You're not dying."
🔥 SACHIN (blinks):
"Then what is this?"
📜 Gupta glances over. His voice clinical, but weighted.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"This is cellular war. Your body's fighting the virus at the mitochondrial level. It's holding… barely."
📜 Sachin turns toward Qazi.
🔥 SACHIN:
"Sir… I saw things. In my sleep. Needles. Screaming. A girl coughing in a locked room. You think it was real?"
🔥 QAZI:
"I think it happened. Maybe not to you. Maybe to someone they didn't count."
📜 A monitor beeps—blood pressure climbing slowly.
🔥 SACHIN (with effort):
"Then don't let them count me last."
📜 Gupta injects a new serum—strain stabilizer. No reaction. That's good.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (to Qazi):
"He's in temporary remission. But no immunity. If the strain mutates again…"
📜 Qazi stands. Hands on hips. Staring at the monitor.
🔥 QAZI:
"Then we make sure it doesn't."
📜 Gupta nods, quietly admiring the man's resolve.
📜 Sachin coughs once. Not violent. But the tension spikes.
🔥 SACHIN (quietly):
"If I go again… don't sedate me. I want to hear it."
📜 Qazi doesn't promise. He just sits back down.
📜 Outside the glass wall, Shreya watches for a moment—face tight, haunted—then walks away with a data file.
🚔 INT. MANTRALAYA — HEALTH MINISTRY — ARJUN AND SHREYA ARRIVE FOR CONFRONTATION
---🔥 SCENE 4 — INT. MANTRALAYA — HEALTH MINISTER'S OFFICE — AFTERNOON
🎬 LOCATION: MANTRALAYA GOVERNMENT BUILDING, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 2:02 P.M. — EIGHT HOURS INTO DHARAVI LOCKDOWN
💨 A marble hallway buzzes with hushed urgency. Cabinet aides move in clusters, whispering around closed doors. At the far end, Arjun and Shreya walk with purpose—no hesitation, no request. They're not here to negotiate. They're here to force truth into the open.
📜 The office of Health Minister Dinesh Kapoor, 60s, cold eyes, crisp kurta, guarded by a high-ranking aide. The door opens reluctantly.
📜 Inside: rich teak wood desk, national emblem, and a curated lack of chaos. The calm is cultivated.
🔥 KAPOOR (without standing):
"I thought Black Squad handled tactical threats. Not policy visits."
🔥 ARJUN (direct):
"We need contact tracing logs. Immunity testing protocols. Vaccine disposal records. Now."
📜 Kapoor doesn't flinch. He gestures to a folder marked "Trial Archives — RESTRICTED." Doesn't offer it.
🔥 KAPOOR:
"You're looking for answers in the past. What happened in 2019 has nothing to do with today's panic."
🔥 SHREYA (cold):
"Two health alerts were manually erased last night. Originating from a server inside this building."
📜 Kapoor smiles faintly.
🔥 KAPOOR:
"Even if that were true, you'd need a warrant to prove it."
🔥 ARJUN:
"We don't need warrants. We need the city breathing tomorrow."
📜 Kapoor finally stands, walks to the window. Looks out at Mumbai rain.
🔥 KAPOOR:
"What you're chasing is a virus they couldn't package. What you're fighting is a ghost they tried to bury. If you want that folder, find Riyaz Mistry."
🔥 SHREYA:
"The courier?"
🔥 KAPOOR:
"Last seen at Sewri station. Smuggled out three vials before lockdown. One of them went hot. The others… aren't ours anymore."
📜 Arjun steps closer.
🔥 ARJUN:
"If we find those vials… and they're lethal…"
🔥 KAPOOR:
"Then you'll need more than field gear. You'll need moral clarity."
📜 Shreya grabs the folder. No resistance. Kapoor watches, amused.
🔥 KAPOOR (softly):
"Be careful, Officer. Saving the city doesn't mean you get to save yourselves."
🚔 INT. MUMBAI PORT SECURITY OFFICE — SHREYA TRACKS RAAM FROM DOCK MANIFESTS
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🔥 SCENE 5 — INT. MUMBAI PORTS AUTHORITY — SECURITY OFFICE — LATE AFTERNOON
🎬 LOCATION: JAWAHARLAL NEHRU PORT, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 4:19 P.M. — TEN HOURS INTO CONTAINMENT
💨 The port's security station is a cramped cube overlooking thousands of containers stacked in rows like a steel maze. Ocean wind carries the scent of salt, fuel, and something metallic. The skies hang heavy with rain.
📜 Inside: Shreya, seated at a battered desk, combs through surveillance archives. Her fingers fly across the terminal—each keystroke precise, surgical. A junior dock official, nervously sipping chai, watches her work in silence.
📜 She freezes the footage. Playback—72 hours ago. Night shift. A cargo vessel offloads six containers. One isn't logged. No customs record. It's marked: RR-907 // RAAM.
📜 A figure approaches the cargo: male, tall, hooded. Facemask, no visible ID. Moves with purpose. Carries a reinforced portable cooler. Surveillance skips as if something interfered.
🔥 SHREYA (to official):
"This log was altered. Look at the time stamp—there's a six-minute loop."
🔥 OFFICIAL (hesitant):
"We didn't touch that feed, ma'am. At least… not on record."
📜 Shreya zooms in. The man's wrist flashes a distinctive band. Green LED. Pharma courier code.
📜 Then: he boards a delivery van with no license plate. The cooler remains visible, locked in a bioshield casing.
🔥 SHREYA (quietly):
"He didn't drop medicine. He dropped transport-grade biology."
📜 A beep—new intel. She receives a match. RAAM: Courier alias. Unverified civilian. Cross-linked to illegal biotech trials, 2019.
🔥 SHREYA (to comms):
"Confirmed. Shipment arrived three days before Patient Zero collapsed. RAAM bypassed customs entirely. We've got a live vector in circulation."
📜 DR. GUPTA (over comms):
"Isolate that location. We need any residue. And we need it now."
📜 ARJUN (over comms):
"Track the van. If it's still moving, I want eyes."
🔥 SHREYA:
"The van left port toward Navi Mumbai. Last camera ping: 00:14 hours yesterday. And if it's active…"
📜 Her voice tightens. Fingers stop typing.
🔥 SHREYA:
"…then tonight, Mumbai gets hit with something stronger."
🚔 INT. SAFEHOUSE — IMRAN AND ARJUN PREP FOR RAID ON RAAM'S LAST DROP POINT
---🔥 SCENE 6 — INT. SEWRI — RAILWAY SAFEHOUSE — EVENING
🎬 LOCATION: SEWRI INDUSTRIAL ZONE, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 6:32 P.M. — 12 HOURS INTO CITYWIDE CONTAINMENT
💨 A derelict structure sits between a rail yard and a rusted fuel tank. It was once a courier checkpoint, now abandoned. A faded biohazard sticker is half-torn on the entrance. Storm clouds roll above as Arjun and Imran approach, weapons drawn.
📜 They breach the gate quietly. No alarms. No resistance. Inside: silence and a faint chemical smell.
📜 Flashlights sweep through dusty corridors. Then a chilling sight—a biological containment unit, reinforced casing, cold to the touch.
🔥 IMRAN (low):
"That's not storage. That's transport."
📜 Arjun opens the lid. Inside: three vials. Two empty. One cracked.
📜 On the wall: a whiteboard with red circles over city zones. Labels read:
"Phase 1 – Slum distribution"
"Phase 2 – Port vector"
"Phase 3 – Elevated release (Navi Mumbai)"
🔥 ARJUN:
"They're not distributing medicine. They're scheduling impact."
📜 A handheld notebook lies open on the desk. Written in jagged ink:
"Modified airborne variant. Dispersion protocol active. Midnight deployment confirmed."
📜 Imran moves to a terminal—barely functional. One outgoing message glows:
"RAAM: Protocol greenlighted. Port contamination begins 00:00."
🔥 IMRAN (quietly):
"It's not containment anymore… it's countdown."
📜 Arjun scans nearby crates: surgical masks, portable diffusers, dispersal maps marked with train schedules.
🔥 ARJUN:
"If this hits a commuter line, the city falls in hours."
📜 Imran snaps photos. Arjun collects the cracked vial carefully into a containment pouch.
🔥 IMRAN (to Arjun):
"They didn't want chaos. They wanted a blueprint of collapse."
📜 Arjun locks eyes with him. No panic—just grim clarity.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Then tonight, we erase the blueprint."
🚔 INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — SHREYA DECRYPTS RAAM'S NETWORK — THE FINAL TARGET EMERGES
---🔥 SCENE 7 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — INTERROGATION BAY — NIGHT
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 8:44 P.M. — 14 HOURS INTO CITYWIDE CONTAINMENT
💨 The interrogation bay is dim, quiet, and clinically clean. Fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead. A slow ceiling fan casts rotating shadows across the walls. Qazi, Dr. Gupta, and Imran stand outside the one-way glass. Inside, slouched and sweating in his chair, is Anup Thakkar—a junior logistics officer from the trial network.
📜 Anup's shirt is stained. His fingers twitch. A disposable mask dangles uselessly around his neck.
🔥 IMRAN (to Qazi):
"You want me inside?"
🔥 QAZI (calm):
"Not yet. Let him speak with ghosts first."
📜 Gupta slides a file across the ledge—photographs of the three new virus victims. Blood seeping from eyes. Mouths agape.
📜 Qazi steps inside. Silent. Doesn't sit.
🔥 QAZI (cold):
"How many test zones did you authorize?"
🔥 ANUP (nervous):
"Three. No, four. They said one was already cleared—Dharavi. The others were backup. Just data points, sir."
🔥 QAZI:
"You knew about the symptoms?"
🔥 ANUP (quietly):
"They told me it wouldn't reach that threshold. Just controlled fevers. Observational rounds. They swore there was no risk."
🔥 QAZI:
"And you believed them?"
🔥 ANUP:
"I believed in protocols. I believed in the system."
🔥 QAZI (voice sharpens):
"And now? Do you believe in death?"
📜 Anup looks up. Eyes glassy. He leans in, voice cracking.
🔥 ANUP:
"They paid us to monitor slum dispersion. Said it would never go public. The doses weren't even flagged in the database. They called it 'ghost dosing.' Said no one would trace it. Said… no one would care."
📜 Outside, Gupta lowers his head. Imran clenches his fists.
🔥 QAZI (quietly):
"And did you care?"
🔥 ANUP (whispers):
"I didn't think they mattered."
📜 Qazi straightens. Walks to the door.
🔥 QAZI:
"Then you'll learn what it means to matter."
📜 He exits. Doesn't look back.
📜 Gupta enters next. Places a vial on the table.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (to Anup):
"You were collecting blood. Not measuring it. That means someone still has your data."
📜 Anup nods, defeated.
🔥 ANUP:
"All of it—location markers, responses, biomarkers—it's in a drive. Riyaz was transporting it to the final lab. The real one."
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Where?"
🔥 ANUP:
"Navi Mumbai. Docks. Midnight."
📜 Gupta picks up the vial.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (coldly):
"Let's pray it's not already active."
🚔 INT. HQ — BRIEFING ROOM — QAZI PREPARES FINAL OPERATION FILE: "NAVI STRIKE — 00:00 HOURS"
---🔥 SCENE 8 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — DATA BAY — NIGHT
🎬 LOCATION: CYBER DIVISION, BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 10:12 P.M. — TWO HOURS BEFORE DEPLOYMENT WINDOW
💨 The room glows blue with terminal light. Multiple monitors flash maps, courier routes, biometric logs, and decrypted chat threads. The rain outside slams against glass like drumfire. Shreya sits center stage, headset on, fingers flying, eyes locked on an incoming data dump.
📜 A courier node finally cracks: 42MB payload, tagged "RR Phase 3 – Port Protocol". The drive was pre-loaded for RAAM's final drop.
📜 On screen:
- Dispersal grid mapped across Navi Mumbai rail corridor
- Markers synced with midnight commuter traffic
- Coordinates align with public sanitation drones and water venting stations
🔥 SHREYA (to comms):
"This isn't a detonation. It's slow-release. Airborne particulate dispersal across six transit routes. Phase begins at 00:00 and ends before sunrise."
📜 Arjun stands behind her, reading each line.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Trains, terminals, open drains… they designed the city into a delivery system."
🔥 SHREYA:
"And they used our sanitation grid to camouflage the spread."
📜 Data surge: active signal beacon pinged 23 minutes ago inside Container Yard 7—currently unguarded.
🔥 SHREYA (checking proximity):
"RAAM is already in place."
📜 Qazi enters. Wet coat. No words. Just focus.
🔥 QAZI:
"What do we know?"
🔥 SHREYA:
"Deployment confirmed. Sample container active. Estimated dispersal radius: 2.7 km. Victims won't show symptoms for 6–8 hours. By then, contact chains will be untraceable."
🔥 QAZI (quietly):
"What about cure integrity?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA (arriving):
"The prototype worked once. In a lab. But the airborne variant is different. We'd need live tissue within five minutes of exposure to reverse-calibrate."
🔥 QAZI:
"Then we hit now."
📜 He pulls up OPERATION FILE: "NAVI STRIKE — 00:00 HOURS". Tactical insert at yard perimeter, drone sweep, EMP net, biocapture protocol.
🔥 QAZI (to team):
"We're not intercepting a man. We're intercepting a contagion. Gear for extraction. Shoot for silence. If this lands, Mumbai doesn't get a tomorrow."
🚔 INT. BRIEFING BAY — BLACK SQUAD GEARS UP IN SILENCE — NIGHT FALLS FAST
---🔥 SCENE 9 — EXT. NAVI MUMBAI DOCKYARD — MIDNIGHT
🎬 LOCATION: CONTAINER YARD 7, NAVI MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 12:01 A.M. — DEPLOYMENT WINDOW OPENS
💨 Thunder cracks overhead. Rain slashes the yard in sheets. Shipping containers tower like silent monoliths. Sodium lamps flicker against the fog. The world feels suspended—on the edge of breath.
📜 Black Squad arrives. Tactical insertion. No lights. No noise. Each operative wears bio-filtration gear and body cams. Qazi leads. Arjun, Imran, Shreya, and Gupta flank silently.
📜 Thermal drones sweep the yard. One heat signature: Container RR-907, pulsing faintly—active.
🔥 QAZI (into comms):
"Target locked. Breach on my mark. Watch for dispersal devices."
📜 They move. Formation tight. A mobile vapor unit sits outside the container—primed. Armed. It ticks softly.
📜 Imran disables the trigger wire. Gupta scans the vial cluster inside the container: five sealed capsules suspended in coolant.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (to Shreya):
"They built dispersal pods. Each one could contaminate a square kilometer."
📜 Then: movement behind the container. A figure breaks the fog. Hooded. Breathing mask. RAAM.
🔥 ARJUN (weapon raised):
"Drop it. Now."
📜 RAAM doesn't run. He opens his arms—revealing a detonator wired to his chest.
🔥 RAAM:
"You were supposed to fail. The city's immune system was never meant to fight back."
🔥 QAZI:
"This isn't justice. It's genocide."
🔥 RAAM:
"No. It's evolution."
📜 Shreya finds a signal disruptor embedded in the detonator—trigger linked to rail broadcast frequency.
🔥 SHREYA (to Gupta):
"If this goes live… every commuter is a carrier."
📜 Gupta races to synthesize an immediate counteragent—barely stable. Hands it to Arjun, who loads it into a compression dart.
📜 Qazi makes a call.
🔥 QAZI (to RAAM):
"You can die a martyr. Or live to answer."
📜 RAAM smiles. Presses the trigger.
📜 Nothing happens.
🔥 SHREYA:
"Signal jammed. We own the frequency now."
📜 RAAM lunges. Imran tackles him. Detonator is crushed. The pods are secured.
📜 Gupta injects a neutralizer into the coolant. Virus integrity breaks. Bioshield scans drop to green.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (softly):
"Containment… confirmed."
📜 Rain intensifies. The squad stands still—victory soaked in silence.
📜 Qazi stares at the pods.
🔥 QAZI:
"They built a war. We just prevented the first shot."
📜 IN PORT: one squad, one yard, one city saved—tonight.
🚔 FADE TO BLACK — END OF EPISODE 159
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