Raman Raghav 2.0

Those two must be

looking for you, right?

Let them...

Where do you find these kind?

Anywhere... everywhere.

Don't do it...

Please listen to me. Don't do it!

Let that cop show up...

I'll return your money.

I just got off the phone...

He'll be here any moment.

Killing me won't get you a thing...

Am I not your beloved "uncle", now?

What do you do?

Me?

Yeah?

Shopping...

I meant besides shopping.

I Party!

And who pays for it?

There's always someone eager to pay.

Why isn't he taking my call?

Who's not taking your call?

Uncle

Your dealer?

I'll be back.

You keep a gun?

You never know.

What do you do?

Shopping!

Uncle!

Open the door, uncle!

Uncle, I know you're inside.

Uncle!

Uncle...

That torch is blinding me!

Uncle's gone out. He'll be here.

Who are you? Have we met before?

Lower the damn torch!

Sir... you shaved off your beard?

He's crushed their

heads with a rock...

One's a drug dealer,

the other is his neighbor.

With a rock?

Yes, he's crushed both

heads with the same rock.

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Someone's sent this for you.

Hello!

Who do you want to talk to?

Sir.

There's some guy on the line...

Says he'll only speak to you

about the double murders.

Hello!

Mr. Raghavan?

Yes, speaking. Who is this?

Hello?

Hello!

Who was it, sir?

He hung up.

Who gave you this?

Some random guy.

Hello!

Sir...

A man named Sindhi Dalwai

is here to see you, Sir

He was sitting outside the police

station. I've seen him earlier.

He walked in and confessed to all

the 9 murders in last couple of years.

He hasn't spoken a word since.

He says he will only speak to you.

Get him to our 'safe house'. I will

be there with the commissioner.

I was quietly sleeping in my corner...

When this beat cop kicked

me off the pavement.

I didn't have money

to pay the bribe...

So I left for the train station.

Thought I'll catch the last train...

and spend the night

in the docking yard.

I've done this many times.

But it started raining

out of nowhere...

I took shelter under a tin roof.

When the rain stopped,

the train had left already.

If I could get a cigarette...

Is Sindhi Dalwai your real name?

Yes it is... for now.

I chose it myself.

Remember that famous

serial killer 'Raman Raghav'?

His real name was Sindhi Dalwai too...

That's why I chose this name.

You don't know about him?

That uncle from downtown...

He knew him well.

And how much do you know'?

He had a wireless radio...

He'd call it 'The World'...

He used the radio

to talk to God...

And God would guide

him whom to Kill next.

He was Death-God's

favorite messenger.

I've seen you somewhere.

But I see you everyday, sir.

On TV... newspapers.

I sit outside the police station,

right?

So I watch you go in

and out of the station.

I have my eyes on you.

You have it in you too.

What?

License

TO kill... at Will

Because you have the uniform.

It's the cops' job to clean up

the aberrations of God...

I do the same.

So technically,

we both are messengers of Death.

But government gives you

food to eat, house to live in.

But I see you...

I believe I know you

more than you know yourself.

Have you ever called

our police station?

Who me?

- Yeah?

- Nope.

Two years back?

I never called...

Didn't you ask for

a cop named Raghavan?

If I had a phone or the

number for the station...

why would I sit outside

waiting for you?

Leave the pack here.

So after the rain stopped,

I started walking again.

You know... I was born a nightcrawler.

Dad used to call me a fox. Apparently,

my eyes glow in the dark.

Sir, it's very unsafe to walk

the streets at night.

Lot of drunk drivers...

So I walk only on the pavement.

Sometimes on the dividers...

Where they lay out the chessboard?

Like this...

those black and white

chequered tiles on the road.

I only walk on the black tiles...

Stepping on a white

tile means game over...

And I count the tiles.

It helps me pass time...

So I started walking on my blacks...

And I reached the end, where there

were no more blacks...

But I don't like to lose the game,

right?

God has gifted me with this talent...

if I imagine hard, I can

conjure up anything.

I imagined a black & white

carpet and walked on it.

And he came out of nowhere...

I asked him to move

away from my tiles.

He just wouldn't budge.

He was too drunk...

I tried to reason but

he just wouldn't understand.

Initially,

I was really polite to him...

then the voices in my head

awoke the animal in me.

He just stood there staring at me...

He was standing on my black tile.

The road authorities didn't

lay out the tiles, right?

I laid them with my own imagination...

He really didn't know who I was...

So I told him,

"Look, I am Sindhi Dalwai"

He didn't get it...

So I had to push him and he fell...

on MY black tile

On my path. Obviously,

he had to be moved, right?

But he was too drunk

and wouldn't listen to me...

That rattled me... pissed me off!

I found a rock next to him...

I picked it up and

smashed his f***ing head.

He died right there...

on MY black tile.

So I had to file a complaint...

which is why I came

to the police station.

When I reached the Police station

I figured the police

were looking for me...

so I surrendered...

to clear the misunderstanding.

I've killed... about 9 people so far

The details were in the newspapers...

that's how I found their names.

The thing is, Death-God

talks to me, right?

He said "Ramana...

"...you can't go on killing just

because you can't find a place to sleep"

He told me to come to you...

He said "in prison, you'll

get food and shelter..."

"...and you won't

need to kill for that."

Ask those newspaper vendors at the

train station. They'd know him..

He gets his stories from the morning

papers and claims he did it...

Obviously, he's been told...

that you get free food and

blanket in prison.

But sir, we've got

to crosscheck his story...

Forget it!

He says he killed them

all on the streets...

- How many bodies found on streets'?

- Two

- And the remaining 7?

- In the slums...

We'll lose the real killer

because of this idiot.

Lock him up and bust his balIs...

Starve him... keep him awake till

he admits he's bulIshitting...

These idiots think prison is a hotel.

Sir's here

Where did you find this loser?

Sir...

He came on his own...

Maybe he read it in the papers

and landed outside the police station

Are you hungry'?

Want to eat?

Come along...

Had I known this housing

complex was abandoned...

I would have slept here instead.

Nice place...

So how many people

have you killed so far'?

Nine...

- You killed 9, eh?

- I killed 9.

Not 1 or 2, but 9?

- Yes that is correct.

- Okay, come along.

How many murders?

Nine...

How many'?

Nine.

Don't bulIshit us.

Get his legs.

No! Let go!

I was quietly doing my thing...

Three men came in that day.

Asked me if I needed food...

I was hungry...

So I came along with them.

They beat me up so hard!

They beat me so hard!

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