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EXT. SMALL-TOWN HOUSE - NIGHT - 1997 (FLASH)
FADE IN:
Rain lashes a tin roof. Inside, through a cracked window —
A belt CRACKS against skin. A child’s muffled cry.
YOUNG SURYA (8) cowers as his drunken FATHER swings again.
His MOTHER tries to pull the man away — gets backhanded.
Young Surya steps forward, small body blocking her.
YOUNG SURYA
(whisper, fierce)
Leave her alone.
The belt lands on his back instead. He doesn’t flinch.
EXT. PARADE GROUND - DAY - 2007
SMASH CUT TO:
Teen SURYA (18), cadet uniform crisp, salutes proudly as the
tricolor rises.
CUT TO:
Rapid MONTAGE — SURYA’s career in ruins:
Newspaper headlines flash: “HONEST COP REFUSES BRIBE” →
“OFFICER DEMOTED” → “ANOTHER TRANSFER FOR TROUBLEMAKER”.
Train stations blur past. Dusty thanas. Lonely bus windows.
Each transfer stamp hits the paper like a gunshot.
EXT. MUMBAI CST STATION - NIGHT - DECEMBER 24, 2025
The train screeches in. SURYA (36 now), lean, scarred, eyes
hardened by years, steps off with one duffel bag.
He looks up at the glittering skyline — beautiful, dangerous.
TITLE OVER BLACK: R
EXT. MUMBAI STREETS - DAWN - DECEMBER 27, 2025
2.
The city stirs. Fishermen at Sassoon Dock. Early chaiwallahs.
Empty streets on a post-Christmas Sunday.
INT. ARJUN’S ANDHERI FLAT - MORNING
ARJUN MENON (36), thick glasses, messy hair, jolts awake from
a nightmare.
DREAM SEQUENCE (QUICK CUTS):
School playground. Circle of uncles and teachers.
UNCLE
Forget army, beta. Minus six
eyesight. They won’t even let you
near the line.
TEACHER
Police, civil services — all out.
Do computers. Journalism maybe.
Young Arjun (16) stands alone as voices pile on.
BACK TO BEDROOM
Arjun’s MOTHER (60s) shakes him
gently.
MOTHER
Arjun! Uth na. Past eight ho gaya.
ARJUN
(groggy)
Same dream again?
She places filter coffee beside him. Leaves without
answering.
Arjun sits up. Stares at the ceiling.
ARJUN (V.O.)
They told me I could never serve my
country in uniform.
So I chose a different weapon.
He opens his laptop. Folder on desktop: “R”
INT. RUDRA’S WORLI PENTHOUSE - SAME MORNING
3.
RUDRA (36), real name Krishna, sharp suit, scar along jaw,
stands at floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the sea.
His phone buzzes. VIKRAM (lieutenant) on speaker.
VIKRAM (O.S.)
Boss, new transfer came in
yesterday. Inspector Surya. They’re
calling him the Saint. Refused
every bribe in fourteen years.
Demoted five times for it.
Rudra smiles thinly.
RUDRA
Welcome to my city, Saint.
EXT. NHAVA SHEVA PORT - NIGHT - DECEMBER 27/28
Dark. Quiet. A blue container: MSCU 488721-9.
Hidden camera: ARJUN in hoodie steals a phone from a café
table. Inserts new SIM. Types anonymous message to Surya.
TEXT ON SCREEN:
Container MSCU 488721-9. 800 kg
ice. You have 36 hours.
He sends. Snaps SIM. Drops phone in drain.
INT. SURYA’S GOVERNMENT QUARTERS - 3:05 A.M.
Surya’s phone buzzes. He reads. Deletes. Then texts Tawde:
SURYA (text)
Be ready 0500. Plain clothes. We’re going to the port.
EXT. NHAVA SHEVA PORT - DAWN - DECEMBER 28
Surya and TAWDE (young SI) approach the container.
Two rows away: White Fortuner — Rudra’s men watching.
Further back: Arjun in battered Innova, telephoto lens
clicking.
Inside container (later): Thermite charges blink.
Surya’s phone buzzes — anonymous warning from Rudra:
4.
TEXT:
Rigged to burn in <3 min. Vapour
cloud hits half city. Evacuate or
seize. Your move.
Countdown: 02:58… 02:57…
Surya looks at Tawde.
SURYA
We open it.
He steps inside. Torch light. Snips battery leads with
pliers.
Red light dies. 00:47 frozen.
SURYA (CONT'D)
(quiet)
I’ve been taking hits meant for
others since I was twelve. Not
stopping now.
LATER - MORNING
Arjun, now in fake Sub-Inspector
uniform (“A. Desai”), walks the
scene. Snaps photos. Interviews
customs clerks.
Sources text him: Rudra’s teams hitting RS safehouses. Bodies
dropping.
INT. RUDRA’S PENTHOUSE - NOON
Rudra on conference call.
RUDRA
Find Rohan Shetty. Bring him alive
if possible. I want to look him in
the eye.
INT. ROHAN’S NAVI MUMBAI SERVER ROOM - SAME
ROHAN SHETTY (36), hoodie, panicked, sends encrypted email to
Arjun with full dossier.
ROHAN (typing)
Use it or delete it. If I’m still breathing tomorrow, we’ll
talk. —RS
He flees as SUVs close in.
5.
EXT. THANE GODOWN - 12:42 P.M.
Brutal execution. Quick. Silent.
EXT. DHARAVI LANE - 1:15 P.M.
Rohan’s body dumped. Cardboard sign pinned with knife:
“Anybody who wants to do violence or bad to my place will
receive same death.”
—R
INT. ARJUN’S FLAT - AFTERNOON
Arjun opens Rohan’s email. Files unpack: surveillance on
himself, bank trails linking Rudra’s fronts to police brass,
Surya’s transfer orders countersigned by Rudra allies.
He creates three folders: “R” “S” “RS”
Types:
ARJUN (V.O.)
Three men. Same age. Same city.
One upholds the law.
One breaks it to rule.
One tried to burn both.
I need to know who’s lying.
FINAL IMAGE - SPLIT SCREEN:
Rudra at window, city below.
Surya at desk, studying port CCTV stills of “A. Desai”.
Arjun staring at blinking cursor.
THE END OF ACT ONE
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PROJECT R
Written by
Mahidhar
EXT. SMALL-TOWN HOUSE - NIGHT - 1997 (FLASH)
FADE IN:
Rain lashes a tin roof. Inside, through a cracked window —
A belt CRACKS against skin. A child’s muffled cry.
YOUNG SURYA (8) cowers as his drunken FATHER swings again.
His MOTHER tries to pull the man away — gets backhanded.
Young Surya steps forward, small body blocking her.
YOUNG SURYA
(whisper, fierce)
Leave her alone.
The belt lands on his back instead. He doesn’t flinch.
EXT. PARADE GROUND - DAY - 2007
SMASH CUT TO:
Teen SURYA (18), cadet uniform crisp, salutes proudly as the
tricolor rises.
CUT TO:
Rapid MONTAGE — SURYA’s career in ruins:
Newspaper headlines flash: “HONEST COP REFUSES BRIBE” →
“OFFICER DEMOTED” → “ANOTHER TRANSFER FOR TROUBLEMAKER”.
Train stations blur past. Dusty thanas. Lonely bus windows.
Each transfer stamp hits the paper like a gunshot.
EXT. MUMBAI CST STATION - NIGHT - DECEMBER 24, 2025
The train screeches in. SURYA (36 now), lean, scarred, eyes
hardened by years, steps off with one duffel bag.
He looks up at the glittering skyline — beautiful, dangerous.
TITLE OVER BLACK: R
EXT. MUMBAI STREETS - DAWN - DECEMBER 27, 2025
2.
The city stirs. Fishermen at Sassoon Dock. Early chaiwallahs.
Empty streets on a post-Christmas Sunday.
INT. ARJUN’S ANDHERI FLAT - MORNING
ARJUN MENON (36), thick glasses, messy hair, jolts awake from
a nightmare.
DREAM SEQUENCE (QUICK CUTS):
School playground. Circle of uncles and teachers.
UNCLE
Forget army, beta. Minus six
eyesight. They won’t even let you
near the line.
TEACHER
Police, civil services — all out.
Do computers. Journalism maybe.
Young Arjun (16) stands alone as voices pile on.
BACK TO BEDROOM
Arjun’s MOTHER (60s) shakes him
gently.
MOTHER
Arjun! Uth na. Past eight ho gaya.
ARJUN
(groggy)
Same dream again?
She places filter coffee beside him. Leaves without
answering.
Arjun sits up. Stares at the ceiling.
ARJUN (V.O.)
They told me I could never serve my
country in uniform.
So I chose a different weapon.
He opens his laptop. Folder on desktop: “R”
INT. RUDRA’S WORLI PENTHOUSE - SAME MORNING
3.
RUDRA (36), real name Krishna, sharp suit, scar along jaw,
stands at floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the sea.
His phone buzzes. VIKRAM (lieutenant) on speaker.
VIKRAM (O.S.)
Boss, new transfer came in
yesterday. Inspector Surya. They’re
calling him the Saint. Refused
every bribe in fourteen years.
Demoted five times for it.
Rudra smiles thinly.
RUDRA
Welcome to my city, Saint.
EXT. NHAVA SHEVA PORT - NIGHT - DECEMBER 27/28
Dark. Quiet. A blue container: MSCU 488721-9.
Hidden camera: ARJUN in hoodie steals a phone from a café
table. Inserts new SIM. Types anonymous message to Surya.
TEXT ON SCREEN:
Container MSCU 488721-9. 800 kg
ice. You have 36 hours.
He sends. Snaps SIM. Drops phone in drain.
INT. SURYA’S GOVERNMENT QUARTERS - 3:05 A.M.
Surya’s phone buzzes. He reads. Deletes. Then texts Tawde:
SURYA (text)
Be ready 0500. Plain clothes. We’re going to the port.
EXT. NHAVA SHEVA PORT - DAWN - DECEMBER 28
Surya and TAWDE (young SI) approach the container.
Two rows away: White Fortuner — Rudra’s men watching.
Further back: Arjun in battered Innova, telephoto lens
clicking.
Inside container (later): Thermite charges blink.
Surya’s phone buzzes — anonymous warning from Rudra:
4.
TEXT:
Rigged to burn in <3 min. Vapour
cloud hits half city. Evacuate or
seize. Your move.
Countdown: 02:58… 02:57…
Surya looks at Tawde.
SURYA
We open it.
He steps inside. Torch light. Snips battery leads with
pliers.
Red light dies. 00:47 frozen.
SURYA (CONT'D)
(quiet)
I’ve been taking hits meant for
others since I was twelve. Not
stopping now.
LATER - MORNING
Arjun, now in fake Sub-Inspector
uniform (“A. Desai”), walks the
scene. Snaps photos. Interviews
customs clerks.
Sources text him: Rudra’s teams hitting RS safehouses. Bodies
dropping.
INT. RUDRA’S PENTHOUSE - NOON
Rudra on conference call.
RUDRA
Find Rohan Shetty. Bring him alive
if possible. I want to look him in
the eye.
INT. ROHAN’S NAVI MUMBAI SERVER ROOM - SAME
ROHAN SHETTY (36), hoodie, panicked, sends encrypted email to
Arjun with full dossier.
ROHAN (typing)
Use it or delete it. If I’m still breathing tomorrow, we’ll
talk. —RS
He flees as SUVs close in.
5.
EXT. THANE GODOWN - 12:42 P.M.
Brutal execution. Quick. Silent.
EXT. DHARAVI LANE - 1:15 P.M.
Rohan’s body dumped. Cardboard sign pinned with knife:
“Anybody who wants to do violence or bad to my place will
receive same death.”
—R
INT. ARJUN’S FLAT - AFTERNOON
Arjun opens Rohan’s email. Files unpack: surveillance on
himself, bank trails linking Rudra’s fronts to police brass,
Surya’s transfer orders countersigned by Rudra allies.
He creates three folders: “R” “S” “RS”
Types:
ARJUN (V.O.)
Three men. Same age. Same city.
One upholds the law.
One breaks it to rule.
One tried to burn both.
I need to know who’s lying.
FINAL IMAGE - SPLIT SCREEN:
Rudra at window, city below.
Surya at desk, studying port CCTV stills of “A. Desai”.
Arjun staring at blinking cursor.
THE END OF ACT ONE
FADE OUT gliding between glass towers.