Inspector Zende (इंस्पेक्टर ज़ेंडे)

Mumbai, 1986.

When Bachchan was wearing the superstar crown on his head

and the lanes of Mumbai were ruled by goons,

there was just one name that the goons were afraid of.

The Mumbai Police.

In this era, there were quite a few daredevils in the Mumbai Police

who brought many astonishing cases to justice.

This is the story of one such case.

A story that is true but seems like a fantasy.

It's a story inspired by true events

but looks like a fairy-tale.

MAHARASHTRA ADMINISTRATION GREATER MUMBAI MILK SCHEME

Uncle Joshi.

How are you?

Hey, Zende.

You on home duty today?

Uncle Joshi, if you have to keep the commissioner at home happy,

you have to do these things.

And you have so many years of experience.

Greetings! Special News Bulletin.

Sources have confirmed that Interpol's most wanted criminal,

Swimsuit Killer Carl Bhojraj,

fled last night from the Tihar Jail in Delhi.

Hey, Zende?

Where did he go?

- Bye, Dad. - Bye.

- Bye, Dad. - Go on. Bye-bye.

Hey, where is the milk?

There is no milk, Commissioner.

Why?

Today the buffaloes drank up their own milk.

It isn't even 7 a.m. yet. You are in your uniform already?

I am leaving.

Go carefully.

What happened?

Name has been sullied.

Whose name?

The country's.

Dangerous killer, Carl Bhojraj

along with four other inmates,

fled from Delhi's Tihar jail last evening.

Using his birthday as an excuse,

Carl gave the jail officials and other inmates

a serving of rice pudding laced with sleeping drugs.

Apart from Carl, the names of the other inmates who fled the prison are:

David Jones, Lalit Khatana, Ratan Tomar and Subhash Tyagi.

Tihar, baby!

Hey, get inside!

Will you sit on my lap now?

Come on, guys, we need to leave.

Goodbye, Tihar.

MAHARASHTRA NEWS

- Sir. - Jai Hind, sir.

- Patil, was there a call for me? - No.

- It will come. - It will not come, sir.

Our phone has been dead since last night.

He fled the jail and you are sitting with a dead phone, Patil?

But, sir, I didn't...

That fellow Dattu Mane lives in Building Number 4. Go fetch him.

Yes, sir.

But, sir, Dattu is a plumber.

His brother, Babu, he is the one who works in the telecom department.

Get him here. That's what I just said in Marathi.

Yes, sir. That's what you said. I understood, sir.

Babu … Jai Hind, sir.

Hey, Babu, how much more time, man?

I am in more of a hurry than you, sir.

I was going to the toilet when Patil sir picked me up.

Along with his tumbler.

You should pay the bill on time, sir.

Hey, loud mouth. Get lost!

AGRIPADA POLICE STATION

Sir…

Hey,

come here.

What brilliant mimicry, isn't it?

Do it one more time.

How about when the phone is engaged? How will you mimic that sound?

He is an artist, isn't he?

Hey, Parab, take him in.

Give him two on his behind, and bring all the artistry out of him.

And he should continue to make the sound till the phone starts ringing.

Sir, I was just trying to do some social service.

I am also doing social service.

- Come on. - For such a small thing…

Sir, I was wondering, who are you expecting such an urgent call from?

He has run away. Him. Him!

Patil, sir, please hold on to it.

Oh, yes.

The phone is ringing, sir. The real phone is ringing!

Oh, no… Patil, sir!

Patil?

You go ahead, sir.

I will pick up the fallen.

Hey, shut up. Why are you ringing when this is ringing?

- Hey, get him out of here. - Sir.

Hello, this is Inspector Zende, Agripada Police Station.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I will be there, sir.

Right away.

MAHARASHTRA POLICE HEADQUARTERS

- Zende. - Sir.

They have written about you in the Daily Afternoon .

"Bombay Police have the man who had nabbed Carl."

DAILY AFTERNOON

Have you caught Carl once before?

Swami Saranam. Swami Saranam.

Sir!

- Don't hit me. I will tell you everything. - Tell me.

The plan is to rob Agarwal's office, sir.

- Who is Agarwal? - A money lender on Merry Weather Road.

What is his name?

- Carl. - Carl?

Voilà!

Chanel?

Good choice, Mr Agarwal.

Please, sir.

My clothes?

You stay naked,

you stay alive.

Hey!

Never point a gun at a lady.

Go on.

Which perfume?

Chanel.

Agarwal! You naughty boy!

You deserve better.

You know, don't you?

Boss, it's done.

Maybe next time.

Hello, Carl.

- Who Carl? - You Carl.

I'm not Carl.

You are bloody Carl.

Shoot him.

You are under arrest!

You are under arrest, Carl.

We have confirmed news from CID

that after fleeing the Tihar Jail, Carl has come to Mumbai.

Can you catch him again?

Excuse me, sir.

Fifteen years ago, Carl was an ordinary thief.

But in the last 15 years, he has 32 murders to his name.

He has fled the prison five times, across four countries.

It will not be that easy to catch Carl now.

He is Interpol's most wanted criminal.

What do you know about him, Zende?

Have you got the role of Gandhi's third monkey in some movie?

Oh, well.

Perhaps we picked the wrong man.

Karamchand Virwani Gurmukh Carl Bhojraj.

Mother is Lebanese. Father is Indian Sindhi.

While he was still a child, his father left his mother

and his mother remarried a French man.

He lived with them in France for a few years.

He is part Indian, part Lebanese, and part French.

But entirely criminal.

Carl always lives a five-star life.

Five-star hotels, five-star wardrobe, five-star vehicles.

And he knows only one way to fund all this.

Crime.

He has a face as handsome as Dev Anand, and a tongue as sweet as Rajesh Khanna.

He can get anyone to do anything, especially women.

You know what, you look like that fellow Carl.

That criminal who broke out from prison a few days ago.

My flight from Delhi to Bombay had two men.

They had his picture.

They must have been policemen.

By the way,

what's your name?

Carl.

His first murder was an American girl named Angela Norton.

He slipped sleeping pills into her drink and drowned her in the sea in Thailand.

After Angela, there was Rosy.

After Rosy, there was Josephine. And many other girls like them.

All the murdered girls had swimming suits on them.

That's how he got his moniker, Swimsuit Killer.

There are 32 known murders to his name.

What is the motive of his murders?

Money? Jewellery? Passport? Thrill? The motive can be anything at all.

He has been arrested five times, and fled prison all five times.

That is why the English newspapers have given him the name "Snake".

Snake.

You know how to catch a snake, Zende?

Irrespective of how venomous a snake is, sir,

a mongoose always beats the snake.

So, you are our mongoose?

Without a tail, with two legs.

- Get him, Zende. - Sir.

Not on the chicken, man.

Do you think you are a mermaid?

Lalit, David, we have to leave.

- We were just starting to have fun. - Now!

No more five-star hotels.

What should we do with this, sir?

Nothing. It is unclaimed.

Right, sir.

Come on. Let us wrap this up.