Pritam and Pedro – S01E03 – The Blackmail – Transcript

Pritam and Pedro
Season 1 – Episode 3
Episode title: The Blackmail
Original release date: July 3, 2026

Plot: Pedro, a tough cop demoted to the Cyber Cell, teams up with Pritam, a brilliant but troubled hacker, to solve a high-profile kidnapping case. As the duo digs deeper, they uncover a darker side of the digital world beneath the surface, where blackmail, hidden identities and online manipulation begin to shape the investigation.

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Transcript

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(dramatic music)

Sir, this is the cyber genius…

Pritam Parkar.

Thank you for helping us.

The kidnapper’s call is expected at 9:00.

He’ll locate him by 9:15 a.m. Correct?

Yes, sir. Where can I set up?

Go to my study.

Yes, sir.

Hey… stop! What happened?

He sells vacuum cleaners.

I’m serious.

Wait…

Aren’t you a vacuum cleaner salesman?

Yes, sir. I sold you one, too.

(Pritam) Is it working fine?

If there’s any problem, tell me.

(Sathe) Pedro is a fraud.

This vacuum cleaner guy… How can we trust them?

(phone ringing)

Wait. Let me see the number before you answer.

And stretch the conversation.

Makes tracing easier.

DN, please don’t get angry. Please!

(phone continues to ring)

Pedro, handle it. I’ll get…

Hello?

Who is this?

Sathe, the minister’s PA.

Is the cash ready, Sathe?

So much cash in a day!

Call tomorrow. I’ll update you.

Oi! I’m not begging. Be humble.

I have the kid.

You had time until today.

In cashless India, where do we get so much cash?

I can arrange a cheque. Yes?

When is a kidnapper ever paid by cheque?

After demonetisation, it’s been a problem.

No more cash transactions.

(kidnapper) Just zip it.

Tell me…

When will the cash be ready?

₹2.37 million is ready.

12 suitcases are full. But there are too many coins.

Coins?

We’ve sourced cash from everywhere.

Temples, corner shops, beggars…

What can I do? They deal in coins.

Are you a madman?

Ransom payouts are in 500-rupee notes.

(whispers) Don’t you know?

How would I know that? It’s my first experience.

Now, do I bring a truck to collect the ransom?

What are you saying, man!

Please, sir. Adjust this once.

Thank you so much.

You have 24 hours.

Organise it in 500-rupee notes. Fit them in one suitcase.

And if I don’t get it tomorrow, I’ll send a suitcase the day after.

I’ll fit Vinny’s body inside. Okay?

Nice talking to you.

Didn’t I stretch the conversation?

Got enough time to trace the call?

Long chats to trace a call are history.

A phone number’s enough.

All that blabbering! Couldn’t you tell me earlier?

I was enjoying listening to you.

What the hell is all this, DN?

Why can’t we pay and get Vinny back?

Let the cops do their job.

Got anything? Yes, sir.

We know Vinny’s location.

Sathe. Huh? Yes…

Shraddha, come!

Can you see the moving dot?

This is the kidnapper.

Wherever he stops… a very high chance Vinny’s there.

The vacuum cleaner’s bullshitting.

Sathe, shush.

(clears throat)

How can you be so sure?

Criminals often have two phones.

Correct, sir? Yes.

One for crimes… a burner phone.

The other is their personal number.

I’ve put all my energies to trace the personal phone.

How did you do that?

Yesterday’s and today’s calls were different burner numbers.

Both pinging towers 25 km apart.

Criminals go far from home and call to avoid tracing their home base.

Right.

Bullshit. Sathe, please!

Continue.

Using common number analysis of both towers, I found another number pinging them during the calls.

Obviously, the kidnapper’s personal phone… in his pocket.

Good job.

So you’re tracking the personal phone, right?

Exactly, sir.

Wherever he stops will most likely be Vinny’s location.

The dot has stopped moving.

One second, sir.

It’s a fishing village near Siolim.

Only one house near the river.

Sir, Pritam has cracked the location.

Bringing Vinny here is my job.

I need your permission.

Please be careful. Vinny should be safe.

Yes, sir.

(theme song)

(suspenseful music)

(soft footsteps approaching)

Sir, the dude’s inside.

There’s movement around the window.

Don’t you dare move.

A whiff and he’ll harm the child.

Did you track his routine?

He rented this place a few days ago.

He mostly stays indoors.

Okay.

Leaves once a day for food.

Buys two beers and a bottle of milk.

The kid’s in the house.

You sure, sir?

He won’t mix beer with milk.

The beer is for him and the milk is for the kid.

The restaurant said the dude’s ordered shrimp.

He’ll pick it up in the evening.

What time? -4:30 p.m.

Perfect.

When Dude goes outside to get shrimp, we’ll rescue the kid.

No taking a leak or dump. Stay put right there. Got it?

Yes, sir.

That’s it.

I’ll get the kid and demand my transfer.

Game over.

No, sir. It’s not game over yet.

What?

I see another player in the game.

Come here.

Sir, look…

Sathe?

No, behind him.

Bhalekar?

No, sir.

The DIG!

Sir, he’s the police!

Mommy.

You’ll get me killed! Mommy? Really? Come out.

She’s Vinny’s mother.

Why would a mother kidnap her son?

Sir, my cyber sense says she’s involved.

And my crime experience says you’re absolutely wrong.

Bet? You’re on for 500.

Cyber versus Crime. Done.

What evidence do you have?

I checked the family’s and staff’s social media history.

No mommy-selfie in nine days.

Her child’s been kidnapped!

What will she say? Check my new outfit, ooh, my lipstick! I’m…

Sir.

Can you take this a little seriously?

The kid’s gone for two days.

Mommy’s selfies stopped nine days ago.

She posts every new outfit.

Every meal she eats.

A person posting 50 times a day suddenly stops.

What do you make of it?

Some drama unfolded in Mommy’s life nine days ago.

Exactly!

What could it be?

Get me her phone. I’ll tell you everything.

Her damned phone!

Her phone caused my transfer.

This time, they’ll suspend me.

Give me another idea.

Elixa, play me some zen music.

Then, we’ll ask Mommy’s best friend.

Who?

Elixa aunty.

(printer buzzes)

What’s this?

Mommy’s birth date, favourite film, favourite song, dog’s name…

Her social media fact file.

Mommy’s cyber astro chart.

What is this for?

To crack her Elixa password.

Passwords are usually a mix of such data.

I’ve got an app.

It’s called Brute Force.

It’ll try various combinations.

My password doesn’t have any of this… no pet names or dates.

But no one’s been able to crack it.

What’s your password?

12345.

12345? Yes.

Try it.

Sir, tough one to crack. Thank you.

I’ll try it.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Sir, you saved me two hours!

You and Mommy think alike.

You are made for each other.

(Pedro) Do your job!

(Shraddha) Play me some zen music.

She just said it.

Everything’s recorded!

Yes, sir.

We’ll go back nine days.

One second… (Shraddha) Order a large ladies’ hat and a face mask.

Which bus can I catch from Institute of Fashion Design to go to Agonda Shack Resort?

Why does a minister’s wife need to take a bus?

(suspenseful music)

One man can tell us.

Who?

Come.

Aren’t you madam’s driver? Yes.

Can you answer some of my questions?

Have you taken madam’s permission?

(exhales)

Did you drop madam at the bus stop of the Institute of Fashion Design on the 26th?

Why would she go to a bus stop?

To catch a bus.

(laughs mockingly) That’s why you’re kicked out of Crime Branch.

Why would madam take a bus?

You’re smart.

Let’s talk privately.

About what?

Please come. Where?

Please, buddy. Quickly. Come here!

Here.

On the 26th, listen carefully… you dropped madam at the Institute’s bus stop.

Same silly question! Why did you get me here?

(screams)

If I’d hit you out there, I’d lose my reputation and you’d lose face.

Tell me. Did you or did you not?

Why will madam– No questions, just answers.

If madam finds out, think about–

What does a man from Cyber know?

(crying) I’ll tell you.

I said I’m telling you!

Sorry, one extra blow in flow.

Did you?

No!

To the mall. Not the bus stop.

Bus stop– Sir!

Want a shot? No, no.

Get me his phone. I’ll tell you if he’s lying or not.

From his phone? Yes, sir.

Give me your phone.

(soft tense music)

Sir, he’s telling the truth.

He was at Benaulim Mall… from 2 to 6 p.m.

Then back home.

What was madam doing in the mall for four hours?

Maybe watching a movie.

No. No theatre there.

What do I do about that?

The Design Institute is behind the mall.

(driver whimpering)

Let’s go.

Mommy went to the mall in her car.

She got off at the main entrance and entered the mall.

(intense rousing music)

Through the mall, she exited from the back.

So that the driver doesn’t know where she went.

Then Mommy must’ve caught the bus.

The bus took her to Agonda Shack Resort.

Come.

(dramatic music)

(whistles)

Where’s your surveillance set-up?

(typing)

(suspenseful music)

I knew it!

I knew it!

She’s having an affair!

She’s not involved in the kidnapping.

She’s a mother after all.

Where’s my 500?

Money, money, money…

All right, sir!

Money, money, money… Here.

(train whistles and rumbles)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

Jayant, come in.

Sir.

(Pedro) No action till we have the kid.

After that, nab him.

Sir.

(intense music)

Sir!

Open it.

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

(kidnapper) A milk sachet.

Sir, he has left.

Get out of there.

(intense music rises)

Vinny?

Sir, he’s almost there.

Leave!

Vinny?

Vinny!

Damn it!

The kid’s not here!

Should I nab him?

Negative!

Not until we have the kid.

You leave! He’ll reach any second.

Shit!

Bro!

Got a light?

I don’t smoke, sir. Sorry.

What?

You have smoker’s lips.

Why lie for a light?

Saving it for your funeral pyre?

Shit!

(suspenseful music)

Get out of my property.

What’re you staring at? I said get out!

Okay.

Get out!

Why are you firing up for a light? Out!

(thrilling music)

Your two jokers show us a dot on a computer and the police force follows it blindly?

If it was the kidnapper’s house, why wasn’t Vinny there?

But when they got in, why didn’t they arrest the guy?

Or interrogate him?

That would have been dangerous.

He could’ve alerted his accomplices.

It would’ve been risky for Vinny.

More emotional reason!

I don’t know…

It’s a big mistake relying on these asses.

Sathe, keep them away from me.

I’ll call if I need them. I’ve had enough.

Yes, sir.

I’ll look for a clean spot and shift them.

I imagined Pedro Gonsalves… solving cases at the Crime Branch.

But no!

He made a boo-boo and was chucked out like garbage.

Sir, don’t be sad.

Give me the photo.

I’ll go into Mommy’s past and find out everything.

I need an hour.

I’ll go into her present and find out everything.

I need half an hour.

Mommy!

Elixa, play some meditation music.

(Pedro) A deep breath in.

Gently exhale and tell me… why did you kidnap your son?

I can ask in front of your husband, but you deserve a chance.

Why did you kidnap Vinny?

Promise me you won’t tell my husband.

Depends on your answer.

Why would I– Uh-uh.

No questions. Just answers.

Why kidnap your son?

Before marriage, he was my boyfriend.

He messaged me recently.

“Meet me or I’ll leak these photos.”

It was before marriage. What’s the big deal?

My husband is the Sports Minister.

This guy is a match fixer.

A Sports Minister’s wife with a bookie?

There’s no explanation.

The Opposition will lap it up.

My husband’s career will be over!

I was stupid.

I didn’t know then he was a criminal.

What did you discuss at Agonda Shack Resort?

Come, come…

Hurry up. Tell me.

Yes, even I’m in a rush.

I want ₹50 million.

Some huge loans.

For old time’s sake, sweetie.

Just out of jail and you have a ₹50 million loan?

Hey, stop lecturing me. Okay?

Let’s cut the crap. Let’s come to the point.

Give me the cash. Or I’ll give the media our photos.

How do I get the money?

₹50 million’s not petty cash.

Your husband’s the Sports Minister.

Take it from him.

DN cannot be blackmailed.

He’s very honest.

Plan B.

He must love Vinny.

What if his son is kidnapped?

It will pain him, right?

Won’t he give a ransom for his kid?

Are… Are you crazy?

He’ll have the entire police force after you.

Times have changed.

Chloroform-sniffing kidnappings are passé.

It’s the age of the internet.

I have a genius hacker.

He’ll carry it out smoothly.

No one will suspect anyone… neither you, nor me.

Oh, I should agree? Kidnap my kid and demand a ransom from my husband?

Are you mad?

Do you think you have any other option, sweetie?

See…

(laughs)

Those were the best days of my life!

So, you agreed to the kidnapping?

No!

I came back.

I didn’t know what to do.

Before I could do something, Vinny had vanished.

Please don’t tell DN anything.

He’ll take rash decisions.

My photo with a bookie…

His career will be over. Please.

(sighs)

I understand.

Please get Vinny back.

Please.

Do you know who your ex-boyfriend/kidnapper/blackmailer was referring to as a genius hacker?

(intriguing music)

(keys clacking)

(suspenseful music rises)

Hello, Doctor?

Doctor… my dad! It’s an emergency.

Hello?

Shit! My battery died!

Sir, can I get your phone, please? What happened?

My dad had a heart attack. I need to make an urgent call!

Just one minute, please!

Thank you!

Doctor, this is Amit.

It’s someone else’s phone. Papa had a heart attack.

Please go home. I’m on my way.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

(suspenseful music)

I’ve hacked Taneja’s email.

Wire the money. I’ll send you the password.

(theme song)