🔥 SCENE 1 — INT. FORENSIC LAB — BLACK SQUAD HQ — EARLY MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: PATHOGEN DIVISION, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 5:27 A.M. — TWO DAYS AFTER NAVI STRIKE
💨 The lab is dead quiet. No voices. Just the low hum of centrifuges and the tick of cooling units maintaining sub-zero containment. On the main screen: a magnified image of viral proteins—unstable, twitching, shifting.
📜 Dr. R.P. Gupta stands alone, still in yesterday's coat, eyes locked on a petri dish lit by ultraviolet. His gloves are damp. His back is tense. On the board behind him:
"PATIENT ZERO / VIREXA / TRIAL 4C / MUTATION LINEAGE — UNSTABLE"
📜 A sample marked "Post-Neutralization Residue (RR Variant)" flickers under analysis. Something's wrong.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (into recorder):
"Observation #117. Residual pathogen did not die. It adapted. Spike proteins are folding differently. Symmetry broken. Viral load unstable. The prototype cure—partial at best."
📜 He runs another calibration. The simulation shows viral fragments attempting reintegration with new host cells.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Mutation within 18 hours post-containment. Antiviral resistance probability: 63%. Replication velocity: increasing. This isn't decay. This is ambition."
📜 He opens a sealed file from Episode 159:
"RR Deployment Grid — Phase 3 Forecast"
📜 Each red square pulses again. The system predicted the spread… but failed to predict the virus's will.
📜 A knock. Shreya enters, concerned. She sees the results. Freezes.
🔥 SHREYA:
"Don't say what I think you're about to say."
🔥 DR. GUPTA (quietly):
"We didn't neutralize the virus. We paused it. And now… it's learning."
📜 She stares at the screen. Then at him.
🔥 SHREYA:
"Where's the source formula? We've got the delivery map. We've got the carriers. But if the cure's collapsing—who finishes the work?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Only one person can finish it."
📜 The screen zooms in—Bendre's signature on an encrypted formula draft. Incomplete.
🔥 SHREYA (whispers):
"We have to find him."
🔥 SCENE 2 — INT. DATA BAY — BLACK SQUAD HQ — MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: CYBER DIVISION, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 6:02 A.M. — HOURS AFTER MUTATION DISCOVERY
💨 The room glows with monitors stacked like war command stations. Streamlines of code cascade down terminal screens. A wall-sized digital map pulses with red dots from containment clusters. Shreya sits center stage—headset on, fingers a blur, tracing a ghost across the web.
📜 On one screen: Encrypted server node tagged "4C-SHADOW" — previously dormant, now active. Pathway jumps through six proxies, ending in AIROLI NODE R-13.
🔥 SHREYA (to comms):
"Bendre left behind a signature. He accessed a buried archive last night—location trace ends in Airoli. A ghost lab. No power for years. No personnel. No funding trail."
📜 Arjun approaches, scanning the map.
🔥 ARJUN:
"How deep is this buried?"
🔥 SHREYA:
"State-level erasure. Pharma trials scrubbed in 2020. But this lab wasn't decommissioned. It was quarantined off-grid."
📜 A satellite ping shows mild heat readings—low activity, consistent with one human, possibly a running server.
🔥 IMRAN (over comms):
"Any movement?"
🔥 SHREYA:
"None in the past six hours. But the server woke itself up. He's prepping something."
📜 She cross-references it with procurement logs. A medical courier, last ID'd in the Navi raid, delivered unmarked vials to a facility matching Airoli's coordinates—two weeks before Patient Zero.
🔥 SHREYA:
"He didn't vanish. He retreated. He's been formulating post-trial samples underground."
📜 Arjun tightens his vest, tension showing.
🔥 ARJUN (to Qazi):
"Permission to move, sir. No backup. No crowd control. We go silent."
📜 Qazi nods once. No debate.
🔥 QAZI:
"Three operatives. Sweep only. If he's there… he doesn't leave."🔥 SCENE 3 — EXT. AIROLI — DERELICT BIO-LAB — LATE MORNING
🎬 LOCATION: AIROLI INDUSTRIAL CORRIDOR, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 11:46 A.M. — THE HUNT FOR BENDRE BEGINS
💨 The industrial zone is decaying—rows of shuttered units draped in rust and silence. Crows circle overhead. The bio-lab stands masked behind wire fencing and mildewed signage: "VIREXA RESEARCH UNIT — CLOSED". A single surveillance drone hovers high, tracking movement.
📜 The Black Squad SUV halts. No sirens. No radio. Just tension. Arjun steps out first, flanked by Imran and Shreya. The perimeter is quiet—too quiet.
🔥 ARJUN (to comms):
"Silent breach. We move in. We find the source. We don't talk until we do."
📜 Shreya hacks the biometric lock. It resists, then clicks open. Inside: stale air, broken glass, faint chemical residue.
---
🔻 INT. DERELICT BIO-LAB — LOWER LEVELS — CONTINUOUS
💨 The trio moves cautiously down dim corridors. Stained walls covered in trial codes: "4C-BETA/IMMUNITY INDEX". Refrigerated units blink. Computers still active. Someone kept it alive.
📜 On a desk—child trial logs. Blood charts. Photos. Each folder marked with a first name. Arjun lifts one:
📜 "AYAAN — Sample 0061 — Immune rejection: fatal."
📜 A photo of an 8-year-old boy. Alive once. Now data.
🔥 IMRAN (reading):
"He knew. He catalogued every death."
🔥 SHREYA:
"And kept the ones that helped him evolve the virus."
📜 At the far end—an arm moves inside the containment chamber. A figure stands under flickering light. Bendre.
🔥 BENDRE (without turning):
"You wore suits when you stopped me last time. But it's already breathing again."
🔥 ARJUN (raising weapon):
"Turn around. Slowly."
📜 Bendre turns—unarmed, calm, eyes sharp. A faint grin.
🔥 BENDRE:
"The cure isn't what you think. It was never meant to be shared."
🔥 IMRAN (to Arjun):
"We take him now. Before he poisons another city."
📜 Arjun cuffs him. Tight. No words.
🔥 ARJUN:
"Your lab is done. Your trials end here."
🔥 BENDRE (as he's led out):
"Tell Gupta… the virus hasn't peaked. It's dreaming."🔥 SCENE 4 — INT. INTERROGATION BAY — BLACK SQUAD HQ — AFTERNOON
🎬 LOCATION: SECURE HOLDING WING, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 1:23 P.M. — TWO HOURS AFTER BENDRE'S ARREST
💨 The room is stark. Steel walls. Harsh white lighting. A single table. A biometric scanner pings in the background. Dr. Gupta enters, carrying a folder marked "Trial 4C: Human Subjects — Declassified." Bendre sits cuffed, composed, the kind of stillness only guilt can master.
📜 Gupta places the folder in front of him. Doesn't speak. Lets the pages do the talking—photos, blood charts, handwritten immunity logs.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Forty-seven human test subjects. Thirteen underage. You injected them with failure dressed as hope."
🔥 BENDRE (cold):
"They weren't failures. They were filters."
📜 Gupta opens the final page. A photo of Ayaan, age 8. Smile faded. Life stolen. Dharavi. Cracked lungs. No antidote.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (voice tightening):
"You cataloged the deaths. You kept trophies. Did you ever bury the children… or just the data?"
📜 Bendre leans forward—no remorse, just obsession.
🔥 BENDRE:
"I gave the world answers. You just weren't ready for them. Immunity isn't a birthright. It's earned."
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"And when it wasn't earned?"
🔥 BENDRE:
"They weren't designed to survive."
📜 Silence thickens. Then:
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"You knew Ayaan. You wrote him off when the dosage failed. His father filed three missing persons reports. You never answered."
🔥 BENDRE:
"He answered for me. The boy told me everything his blood knew."
📜 Gupta slowly removes a syringe from his pocket—empty. Symbolic.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (quietly):
"If I were less of a doctor… you'd be gone already."
📜 Bendre smiles faintly.
🔥 BENDRE:
"You don't have to be a monster to cure one."
📜 Outside, Arjun watches from behind the glass. Face tight. Qazi stands beside him, fists clenched.
🔥 ARJUN:
"We should've left him in that lab."
🔥 QAZI (quietly):
"No. He doesn't get silence. He gets seen."🔥 SCENE 5 — INT. MEDICAL BAY — BLACK SQUAD HQ — EVENING
🎬 LOCATION: ISOLATION WING, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 7:09 P.M. — HOURS AFTER BENDRE'S CONFESSION
💨 The medical bay hums gently. Machines beep. Sterile lights cast a faint glow across clean sheets and white tiles. Inspector Sachin stands upright, in recovery gear, clutching his ribcage slightly as he walks. He's healing—but the trauma lives deeper.
📜 Outside the bay, Dr. Gupta hands Sachin a secure tablet. On screen: Bendre's signed protocol—his final notes for the cure.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (softly):
"That's the sequence he gave us. It's valid. But it came at a cost."
📜 Sachin scrolls. Formula strands. Protein simulations. Then—names. Test subjects. Ages. Locations. One stands out:
📜 "Subject 0061 — Ayaan — Age: 8 — Outcome: fatal."
🔥 SACHIN (staring at the name):
"This virus killed the city's soul. And he made it look like science."
📜 Gupta nods. Doesn't speak.
📜 Sachin looks up—across the hallway. A holding cell. Bendre sits inside, watching the rain fall through bulletproof glass.
🔥 SACHIN:
"I want to see him."
---
🔻 INT. HOLDING CELL CORRIDOR — MOMENTS LATER
📜 Sachin steps in. No guards. No threats. Just two men—opposite ends of consequence.
📜 Bendre doesn't stand. Doesn't blink. Just watches Sachin approach.
🔥 SACHIN (cold, measured):
"You saw me. On that table. Breaking. Coughing. Bleeding. Did it feel like control?"
🔥 BENDRE (flat):
"It felt like progress."
📜 Sachin grips the chair edge—rage beneath restraint.
🔥 SACHIN:
"Ayaan. Eight years old. You called him 'an immunity pathway.' But he had dreams. He was learning chess. He liked mango ice cream."
🔥 BENDRE:
"I documented what mattered."
🔥 SACHIN:
"No. You documented what endured your cruelty."
📜 Silence.
🔥 SACHIN (quietly):
"Your cure will be used. You'll be forgotten. And when Mumbai breathes again… it won't owe you."
🔥 BENDRE:
"You think cities remember?"
🔥 SACHIN (turning):
"They do. In grief. In murals. In fathers who throw steel."
📜 Bendre watches him leave. For the first time… he looks tired.
🔥 SCENE 6 — EXT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — MAIN GATE — NIGHT
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ PERIMETER, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 9:41 P.M. — MOMENTS BEFORE TRANSFER
💨 The air outside the headquarters is electric. Heavy rain drums the pavement, drowned beneath a growing noise—hundreds of voices surging from all directions. Police cordons strain to hold position. Riot shields tremble. Flashlights flicker against a mass of anger.
📜 The crowd has gathered. Dharavi residents by the dozens. Then hundreds. Old, young, grieving, furious. Clutching photos, homemade placards, soaked letters. Each one carrying a personal scar.
📜 Through a sealed corridor, Bendre walks slowly—cuffed, flanked by Arjun, Imran, and Qazi. His face unreadable. Not fear. Not remorse. Just that unsettling calm.
🔥 SHREYA (over comms):
"The perimeter is breaking. Barricades won't hold. They came for him."
🔥 QAZI (to team):
"We get him inside the van. No shots. No casualties. This isn't war—it's wound."
---
🔻 EXT. COURTYARD — CONTINUOUS
📜 Bendre steps into open air. The floodlights slice through the rain. And then—
📜 The crowd roars. Shouts. Screams. "Murderer!"
📜 Riot police form a circle. Tear gas is refused. It's not tactical anymore. It's human.
📜 Children cry. Mothers scream. A man near the front clutches a water-stained photo—AYAAN.
🔥 ARJUN (stepping forward):
"Clear the path! Stay back!"
📜 Then—from within the chaos—a figure breaks loose.
📜 A man running. Face soaked. Eyes hollow. Gripping a steel pipe.
📜 Before anyone can stop him—he lunges. Arjun moves to intercept—but too late.
📜 The pipe strikes Bendre in the chest. Hard. Dead center.
📜 He gasps. Stumbles. Blood blooms instantly. He collapses—knees first, then spine against cement.
📜 The crowd goes silent. Riot police fail to react in time. Rain becomes the loudest sound in Mumbai.
🔥 QAZI (yelling):
"Medic! Now!"
📜 Gupta rushes forward. Checks vitals. No pulse.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (quietly):
"He's gone."
---
🔻 EXT. COURTYARD — MOMENTS LATER
📜 The man who threw the pipe doesn't run. He steps forward. Surrenders. Hands empty. Head bowed.
📜 It's Ayaan's father.
🔥 FATHER (to Qazi):
"I buried my son alone. You couldn't stop the virus. But I stopped its maker."
📜 Qazi doesn't speak. He looks down at Bendre—blood blending with the rain.
📜 Shreya kneels. Arjun steps back. Imran turns away. No one cheers.
📜 This isn't victory. This is closure torn straight from anguish.
🔥 SACHIN (watching from above):
"He built pain. Pain built karma."
🔥 SCENE 7 — INT. HQ — PATHOGEN DIVISION — MIDNIGHT
🎬 LOCATION: BLACK SQUAD HQ, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 12:04 A.M. — ONE HOUR AFTER BENDRE'S DEATH
💨 The lab is silent. No victory. Just soft beeps and cold vials. The air feels thinner. No one speaks loudly. No one stands tall. Dr. Gupta, still wearing the coat from field ops, sits at a microscope. In front of him: Bendre's bloodstained protocol—its final page marked with precise viral calibration, protein folding pathways, and handwritten formulae.
📜 On a monitor nearby:
"Trial 4C: Post-Mortem Cure Formulation — FINAL ENTRY"
📜 Timestamped less than twenty minutes before the impact that ended its author.
🔥 SHREYA (softly):
"Is it real?"
🔥 DR. GUPTA (quiet):
"It's more than real. It's finished."
📜 He inputs the genetic sequence. The simulation begins—protein spike neutralizes, cell membrane accepts binding. Antiviral response: activated.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Stable reaction across three strains. No resistance. This… is immunity."
📜 Arjun enters. His jacket still carries rain. He doesn't sit. Doesn't speak. Just watches the screen.
🔥 ARJUN (low):
"He died before we could ask one last question."
🔥 SHREYA:
"He answered it with this."
📜 Gupta leans back. Removes his gloves.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"We didn't forgive him. But his science will save everything he tried to destroy."
---
🔻 INT. INFIRMARY — MOMENTS LATER
📜 Sachin sits alone, reading the decrypted version. He doesn't blink. Doesn't react. Until—
🔥 SACHIN (quietly, to no one):
"They said I was lucky. I wasn't. I was necessary."
📜 He closes the file.
🔥 SACHIN:
"Let the next survivor be lucky instead."
🔥 SCENE 8 — EXT. DHARAVI — ROOFTOPS & STREETS — SUNRISE
🎬 LOCATION: DHARAVI, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 6:03 A.M. — THE MORNING AFTER THE STORM
💨 The first rays of sunlight break through smog and sorrow. The rain has passed, leaving puddles that shimmer with gold. The air is quiet, heavy not with fear… but something gentler. The kind of silence cities only know after they've survived themselves.
📜 On a rooftop near a temple lane, a mural is being painted. Hands move slowly—deliberate. The image emerges: a child's face, masked, eyes open, hopeful. Beneath it: one word etched in white against red brick—
IMMUNE.
📜 A small group gathers beneath the wall. Families. Survivors. One woman lights incense and places it under a photo: Ayaan. She doesn't speak. She just bows.
📜 Sachin walks through the lane, no longer in medical gear, just a plain jacket. People nod at him—not as a hero, but as one of them. He stops in front of the mural. Stares at the face. Then closes his eyes.
🔥 SACHIN (softly):
"Somebody will ask who painted it. Somebody will forget who died for it. But the wall… it'll remember."
📜 Shreya watches from across the lane, holding a copy of the cure formula. She doesn't interrupt.
📜 Nearby, Arjun and Imran stand with Qazi—eyes on the skyline.
🔥 ARJUN:
"He wanted to write history."
🔥 QAZI:
"History wrote back."
📜 Gupta arrives last, joining quietly.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"We'll deploy the vaccine citywide by week's end. The formula holds. But the memory must too."
📜 A garbage truck rolls by, painted freshly with new stickers: "IMMUNE PROTOCOL ZONE". Kids run beside it, laughing.
📜 On a balcony above, Ayaan's father watches—pipe no longer in hand. Just a broken photo. He presses it to his heart, once, and walks inside🔥 SCENE 9 — INT. BLACK SQUAD HQ — WAR ROOM — MIDDAY
🎬 LOCATION: STRATEGIC OPERATIONS BAY, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 12:17 P.M. — THE DAY AFTER THE VACCINE DEPLOYMENT ANNOUNCEMENT
💨 The war room is quiet—eerily so. No alarms. No shouting. Just silence as the team stands in front of the main tactical board. A new headline flashes across the screen:
📜 "VIREXA VACCINE APPROVED — CITYWIDE DEPLOYMENT BEGINS TOMORROW"
📜 Behind that, a smaller alert: "New Strain Flagged Near Vasai — Viral Marker Inconclusive"
📜 Qazi circles the perimeter map with a stylus. Arjun, Imran, Shreya, and Gupta listen. The energy isn't celebration… it's recalibration.
🔥 QAZI:
"Vasai wasn't part of the original deployment grid. That marker is new. Variant unknown. Could be noise. Could be a shadow."
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"If it's derivative, it means someone rebuilt Bendre's base. But it's not his science anymore. It's contaminated ambition."
📜 Shreya begins tracing data packets again, cross-referencing courier IDs and pharma leaks.
🔥 SHREYA:
"The formula was leaked to our biotech partners. But not all of them were clean. One flagged associate—Sameer Desai—disappeared from trial logs last year."
🔥 IMRAN:
"Whoever picks up from Bendre's ashes doesn't need a lab. They need a market."
🔥 ARJUN:
"So this wasn't the last virus. It was the prototype."
📜 Gupta scans the protein index from the Vasai marker. It's not matching Virexa—it's splitting differently.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"This isn't a mutation. It's a sibling."
📜 Qazi leans back, eyes fixed on the screen.
🔥 QAZI:
"Then we don't end the mission. We evolve it."
📜 A new case file opens:
OPERATION: ECHO SPIKE — STATUS: PENDING ACTIVATION
📜 The squad breathes slowly. No panic. Just preparation. Bendre is gone. But the blueprint still hums. And somewhere, someone is tuning its echo.🔥 SCENE 10 — INT. TASK FORCE DELTA HUB — NIGHT
🎬 LOCATION: TEMPORARY OPERATIONS SITE, VASAI SECTOR, MUMBAI OUTSKIRTS
⏱️ TIME: 8:34 P.M. — TWO DAYS AFTER VACCINE DEPLOYMENT
💨 The space is minimalist—converted from an abandoned logistics depot. Computers glow. Maps of commuter lines and pharma supplier grids cover every wall. A new squad—Task Force Delta—has assembled under Black Squad's directive. Their target: the syndicate suspected of engineering the variant dubbed Echo Spike.
📜 Shreya, Imran, and a surveillance expert named Naira comb through shipment manifests. Each crate carries chemical codes—most legal, one anomalous. It links back to a pharmaceutical contractor with no clean certification:
"Desai Biolabs — flagged rogue."
🔥 SHREYA (to Naira):
"Sameer Desai went off-grid after Trial 4C collapsed. But he didn't take the failure with him. He took the formula."
📜 Meanwhile, Arjun traces wire transfers routed through shell accounts into Vasai. The pattern mimics Bendre's shadow protocol—slow funding, silent growth.
🔥 ARJUN:
"They're building a deployment chain. Not public. Not viral yet. But scalable. Field-ready."
📜 Gupta enters with early biochemical diagnostics from a civilian exposure report—someone collapsed on a train near Vasai.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"The protein profile is synthetic. A cousin to Virexa. It bypasses lung tissue and incubates in bone marrow. This variant won't kill fast… it'll hide first."
📜 Qazi, listening from the back, picks up his tablet. Loads a schematic:
📜 "BIO NODE — SECTOR 17 — CONFIRMED SIGNAL"
🔥 QAZI:
"We go now. No delay. No warning. If Echo Spike matures… Mumbai doesn't get a second sunrise."
📜 The squad gears up. Naira calibrates drone signals. Shreya loads pulse disruptors. Arjun double-checks the floor plans of Bio Node Sector 17.
📜 And outside, the wind shifts—wet again, restless again. Like the city knows it's not done healing.
🔥 SCENE 11 — INT. BIO NODE — SECTOR 17 — NIGHT RAID
🎬 LOCATION: ECHO SPIKE FACILITY, VASAI, MUMBAI
⏱️ TIME: 10:58 P.M. — MINUTES BEFORE DEPLOYMENT WINDOW
💨 The Bio Node is a steel-and-glass shell in the middle of an industrial park—silent, fortified, and dark inside. On paper, it's listed as a pesticide storage unit. In reality, it's a biotech crucible.
📜 Task Force Delta, led by Arjun, Imran, and Shreya, breaches the perimeter silently. Drones hover. Infra-red scans show faint movement inside—multiple figures, heat sources, and a glowing lab core.
---
🔻 INT. ECHO SPIKE FACILITY — CORE CHAMBER — CONTINUOUS
💨 The team moves in. A refrigeration vault is cracked open—rows of vials, pulsating with a faint blue shimmer. Not the virus. Not the cure. Something else.
📜 A monitor nearby displays a chilling message:
"SYNTHETIC IMMUNITY — TRIAL A27 — ALGORITHM ENABLED"
📜 Shreya accesses the console. Files reveal a collaboration: Desai Biolabs joined forces with an overseas immuno-tech syndicate. Together, they engineered a gene-edited immunity booster… capable of bypassing natural antibodies and triggering selective survival.
🔥 SHREYA:
"This isn't a virus. It's programmed evolution."
🔥 ARJUN (reading deeper):
"They're building artificial resistance. Vaccine-proof immunity. But only for those who can afford the delivery code."
📜 Gupta patches in remotely, voice sharp through comms.
🔥 DR. GUPTA (from HQ):
"That's biological discrimination. If released, people won't die from disease—they'll die from exclusion."
📜 The team finds sample recipient lists—names tagged with elite IDs, foreign banking routes, and digital access cards.
📜 In a locked chamber behind reinforced glass, they discover prototype inhalers—disguised as asthma treatment—but loaded with Echo Spike's engineered immunity agent.
🔥 IMRAN:
"This isn't biotech. It's privatized survival."
📜 Arjun finds one note sealed inside a drawer:
"Protocol Omega — Release Window: 00:00 Tonight — Mumbai Phase Alpha"
📜 Shreya hacks the control terminal. A countdown begins—15 minutes to release.
🔥 SHREYA (panicked):
"They planned to launch this through sanitation misters. Public health stations. The city would've activated its own destruction."
📜 Arjun overrides the countdown. EMP surge disables signal pathways. Vial temperatures spike—rendered inert.
🔥 ARJUN (to team):
"Pack everything. Tag everyone. We burn this architecture down before Mumbai becomes their lab again."🔥 SCENE 12 — EXT. MUMBAI — EPILOGUE MONTAGE — SUNSET TO STARS
🎬 LOCATION: CITYWIDE — BLACK SQUAD HQ, DHARAVI, VACCINE STATIONS, TRAIN STATIONS, ROOFTOPS
⏱️ TIME: ONE WEEK LATER — MUMBAI AT PEACE, BUT FOREVER CHANGED
---
💨 The golden hour stretches long over Mumbai. The city exhales. Streets run clean. The air feels lighter. But beneath this calm lies ash, memory, and healing. One virus stopped, another prevented, and a third—Echo Spike—never born.
This scene is not a chapter—it's an elegy. A mural. A reckoning. A promise.
---
🟨 SEQUENCE ONE — DHARAVI, SUNLIT STREETS
📜 Children skip past painted doorways. Masks no longer cover fear—just precaution. Flags fly from every balcony: white cloth with one word printed in soft blue—
"IMMUNE"
📜 A community center reopens. Inside, a chalkboard reads:
"Blood Doesn't Mean Suffering — It Means We Survived."
📜 On the floor: photos of those lost. On the wall: a mural of Ayaan, rendered full height, face serene, arms open. Below him:
🔥 "0061 — IMMUNE FOREVER"
📜 Ayaan's father walks past, carrying groceries. Someone calls him a hero. He doesn't answer. But he nods once—haunted, quiet, and complete.
---
🟨 SEQUENCE TWO — BLACK SQUAD HQ ROOFTOP — TWILIGHT
📜 Qazi, Arjun, Shreya, Imran, Sachin, and Gupta stand together for the first time since it ended. The skyline behind them glows like fire dissolving into velvet.
🔥 QAZI:
"We stopped the virus. But we didn't stop what made it possible."
🔥 SHREYA:
"We stopped a future where immunity had a price."
📜 Gupta watches birds trace the sky. He pulls a vial from his coat—a sample of Echo Spike, now inert.
🔥 DR. GUPTA:
"Let it be studied. Never replicated."
📜 Arjun turns to Sachin.
🔥 ARJUN:
"You beat Bendre's war. You outlived his formula. You gave it purpose."
🔥 SACHIN (quiet):
"I didn't survive for me. I survived for the number he tried to erase."
📜 He hands Qazi a flash drive—digital copy of the cure formula and trial logs. Beneath the encryption file is a name:
"Ayaan. Protocol 0061."
📜 Qazi inserts it into the master archive. One last entry. Sealed.
---
🟨 SEQUENCE THREE — CITYWIDE — TRAIN STATION, SCHOOL, TEMPLES
📜 Vaccine deployment begins in full force. Doctors inject calmly, confidently. Children don't cry. They smile. Laughter returns.
📜 At a temple, candles flicker beneath hand-scribed notes:
"For the Ones Who Were Forgotten — Now Remembered."
📜 On a school wall: a poem written by a child survivor of Virexa. Just four lines:
`
They gave us silence,
We gave them names.
Now we're immune,
But never the same.
`
---
🟨 SEQUENCE FOUR — BLACK SQUAD — PRIVATE MOMENTS
📜 Imran sharpens his rifle silently, placing a string around the trigger—a prayer bead gifted by a grieving mother.
📜 Shreya walks through Dharavi, no badge visible. A child hands her a flower. She tucks it behind her ear.
📜 Arjun finds a letter slipped into his locker. From Ayaan's father. It reads:
🔥 "Your bullets missed him. Mine didn't. But I still pray you never have to aim again."
📜 Arjun folds it and places it inside his vest—next to his badge.
📜 Sachin teaches chess to a group of kids. One asks him, "Is the virus really gone?"
🔥 SACHIN (smiling):
"The virus left. But your strength stayed."
---
🟨 FINAL SHOT — NIGHT DESCENDS OVER MUMBAI
📜 The city pulses again—bruised but breathing. Rooftops glimmer with white flags. The mural of Ayaan is lit from all angles, glowing like a sentinel.
📜 The camera rises. Above trains. Temples. Towers.
📜 Voices rise in the background—no dialogue, just hums. Memory turned music.
📜 The final frame:
Black Squad HQ window — a lone tablet screen glows. Case file closed. A new one blinks beneath it.
🔥 STATUS:
"OPERATION: ECHO SPIKE — TERMINATED"
"STATUS: WORLD IN WAITING"
🚔 FADE TO BLACK — END OF EPISODE 160 — "THE CURE PROTOCOL"
---