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Jalwa is now being relaunched.

A new TVC was being created...

and Sheila was hired for it.

Sheila was signed up with Juice Talent Agency.

Juice? KK?

This girl is missing. - She must be having a fling with someone.

New Jalwa gives women confidence.

Chest pains, respiratory issues.

I have a rare type of cancer.

Mesothelioma is almost always caused by exposure to asbestos...

which is a known carcinogen.

I found Mehak. She lives in a girls' hostel.

It's been 8 years?

I pushed her to go to those parties.

What parties?

All men wear masks there...

to hide their identity.

There is only one way to find Sheila.

One of us has to go to the party.

Sorry, sir.

It's fine.

Give me your number.

I dug out more cases of missing girls.

None were ever solved.

No, no, no!

Hey! Stop! Stop! - The people behind this...

are much more powerful and dangerous than all of you.

Boss, help us.

Bring Zubaida back.

"I am a witch."

"My eyes cast black magic."

"I wander in the darkness of night."

"My aura will instil fear in you."

"Witch. - It's my reincarnation."

"Witch. - It's the end of your story."

'CHURAILS'

8. OBEDIENCE...

Anything?

Nothing on the girl.

But your boys were taken to the Mauripur station.

Gather your team and bring them to me for questioning.

But... - Enough now!

Now do as I say.

Sara!

What a lovely surprise!

Come on in.

I've made pancakes.

It was Sunday, so I thought... - Shumaila...

Pancakes? - No. No pancakes.

Where's KK? - Morning jog.

Such a health freak.

I'm making these, but he's never gonna eat them.

I need to talk to him. I...

KK is not what he appears to be.

Are you alright?

You seem a little on edge.

I can get you a xanie or something? - Hear me out!

KK is running an escort agency through Juice Talent.

Some girls, that I know, are missing.

And I know that KK is involved.

You know, whenever I see Jamil at an event...

I tell him straight.

Sara needs to start working again.

Being just a housewife was never meant for you.

That store with 'abayas'...

cheap, feminist vigilantism.

Now this backlash.

It breaks my heart to see you losing your mind.

I'm not losing my mind!

Your husband...

Hey! What brings you here?

I'd give you a hug, but I'm sweaty... - Where's Zubaida?

Who? - Do not fuck with me, KK.

Who do you think you are?

You're going to stand in my house and threaten my husband?

KK was with me last night.

We FaceTimed Adeel, had dinner, watched a movie.

I don't know what you're going on about...

but don't involve my husband in it.

When did I say anything about last night?

It's women like you...

Man-hating, frigid lesbos...

that give the rest of us a bad name.

Get out!

I'm sorry. I didn't think she would come here.

It's alright.

You'll look after your wife and your son, won't you?

Of course.

Good.

Eat your pancakes.

I don't really want... - Eat your fucking pancakes!

She thought of you as her mother, and you lost her too.

All of you can go to hell!

Take us to your station...

For questioning.

I'll question you like...

I... You...

I... You...

What?

It should seem genuine.

Like it's supposed to be.

Hey, sweety.

Hey. You're alright?

Jugnu, they took everything.

The deal memos...

the stuff on Sherry and Jalwa.

Dude, all that hard work.

Don't worry.

We'll find another way.

Don't worry about this. - Fuck!

Okay?

Jesus, where have you been all night?

You weren't answering any of my calls.

Look, I'm really sorry about what happened at mummy's.

It'll never happen again.

I was just mad.

You mean the world to me.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

I kept making mistakes and...

now it's all coming to an end.

I wanted to be something.

Someone.

Babe, you're not making any sense. - Are we both exactly the same?

Selfish. Absorbed.

I shouldn't have let her go. I shouldn't...

Oh God!

Your gun!

I took your gun a while back and gave it to one of my girls...

and now the girl's missing!

What?

And obviously...

the gun is registered in your name. - Hey!

Listen, breathe! - If it ends up in the wrong hands then...

I love you.

And I'm sorry for everything I've put you through.

You felt incomplete and I never saw it.

So please, now let me be here.

Whatever it is...

just...

Just tell me. Tell me everything.

We didn't stop working.

I mean, we weren't taking new cases.

But we kept searching for Sheila. And now...

Zubaida who used to work with me has been kidnapped.

Any ideas? Any leads? - No. Maybe!

There are these parties. This...

Some kind of a prostitution ring.

There are skincare products.

Cream, powder... There's something in it.

I have sent it for testing.

Jamil...

I think KK is behind all this.

What?

I went to meet him.

Sara!

If KK is behind this, you shouldn't have confronted him.

I know.

I didn't know what to do.

Okay.

I'll make an arrangement to shift all of you to a safe house.

The kids can be with mummy and I'll cancel my trip.

No! No, you can't.

This summit is really important to you.

Please, let me figure it out.

We need someone at the safehouse to look after all of you.

{ an3}Hello?

Okay, I'll be there.

You're not going anywhere.

I just have to go to the station, for questioning.

The police is going to help us.

Fine, I'll take you.

I'll wait for you there.

{ an3}Jamil.

Thank you.

You can't lose your shit!

I can't lose my shit!

Your father.

Corruption.

Embezzlement.

Sometimes, the crime bug is in the blood.

It could be.

I've been sitting here for an hour...

thinking of doing something criminal to you... - Hey, behave.

Behave yourself.

Does it turn you on?

When you ask a woman to behave?

Be good, fucking girl! Behave!

Oh, behave! Or I'll lock you up. - That's it. Enough!

You bad, bad, bad girl!

Does this turn you on? Because I could dial it up.

Totally, totally dial it up!

Be really, really, really bad!

Do you want me to be really bad?

How was it?

I didn't say shit.

There's no use doing all this.

It's just a waste of time. It won't bring Zubaida back. Or Sheila.

They're gone.

They're fucking gone.

Jugs...

{ an3}Jugnu!

{ an3}Jugnu!

What the fuck is going on with Sara?

Dude!

You're the husband.

She's the wife. I'm nobody in that equation.

And this nobody needs a stiff one right now.

And you ain't that.

My wife is losing her mind.

And I can bet my ass, this is all your doing.

Yes.

It's all my doing!

Whatever floats your boat, Jamil.

It's disgusting to see how disrespectful you are.

How's it going at the station?

Useless.

It's Sara's turn.

Shams is right.

I should have protected Zubaida.

But I let her go.

Just like I let Mehak go.

She has a baby.

Mehak does.

I'm sure she turned out to be a better mother than me.

Hey, oppressed woman...

I had the abortion...

of my own free will.

Now that I think about it...

There was no solid reason.

But it was my right, so I did.

But that's not the point.

The point is...

I understand pain too.

The wounds that fester inside you...

I have them too.

We're probably fucked for life!

But that doesn't mean that...

We constantly chase that place where there is no pain.

Phoolan, I won't drink today.

I promise.

But you also promise, that you won't go to the loo, and do...

what I think you're going to do.

We'll do this together.

One day at a time.

Fine!

But I was just going to pee.

Yeah.

That you can do.

'Hello, White Rose Beauty Parlour.'

Hello. I wanted to book an appointment.

'For what?'

A facial?

'We're fully booked for now, madam. Goodbye.'

{ an3}Hello?

Okay.

White Rose...

Hey, girl! - Hey!

As good as new?

I won't say that. - I mean, the doctor said... - Excellent!

Track this number. It's not listed.

Jugnu, we have to go to the station.

The interrogation... - I'll take you both there.

Come on, do your geek thing, it's just gonna take a minute.

Are you serious?

And what the hell is going on with you?

Well, we still have work to do.

Saleema!

Saleema!

You forgot to lock the door again.

Sorry, madam. The parlour is closed.

Madam, you have to leave.

Saleema, why didn't you lock the door?

What's happening up there?

Madam, that's private.

Hold on, hold on, you can't go up there.

Okay. Alright.

Leave, madam.

Out.

How many times do I've to ask! Leave!

The fuck!

Hello, Dilbar.

How is this possible?

They're covering something up, for sure.

There has to be a weak link there. Find it!

I'll handle it, boss.

Sir, I've grilled each and every one of them.

You can check it out yourself.

If whatever they're saying is true...

then we've to figure it out, before them.

Or it'll be an embarrassment for the entire department.

Alright.

But if you don't bring me any concrete proof this time...

this has to end here.

Okay, sir.

Your anger and hatred towards me...

is all justified.

But please...

Let's keep that aside for now.

I'll be waiting downstairs.

Come.

I get a call to take the night off.

So I take the night off.

I report for duty, the next morning.

Who calls you? - My boss does.

All the watchmen in this area are given leave.

They bring their own security for the night.

Then there is music and dancing and God knows what all.

Boss...

Boss, it's all locked up.

Let's check on the other side. - Huh?

Boss, love makes one blind.

Take me for example.

I fell for my wife so badly...

that I agreed to live with her family.

Now when I clean her father's shit everyday, I realise...

that I shot myself in the foot.

What the fuck are you on about, asshole?

Boss...

Your love for Batool might make you shoot your...

Sorry, boss.

I was just saying.

It just came out. - Look ahead!

I didn't make the decision this time.

Yet you think I am to be blamed.

Yes.

But I'm also to be blamed. All of us are.

When we started out, I believed in everything that you said.

Maybe you won't understand...

but one way or the other, we all lost our way.

Sara, ma'am!

'The Thrilla in Manila!'

Oh shit!

'Muhammad Ali! Ali!'

1975.

Ali and Frazier had three matches.

This was the last fight.

Ali started off strong but...

Began to lose steam early.

Frazier came after him so fucking hard...

that even before the second round was over...

Ali was completely screwed.

You... Why don't you just tell us?

Speak up and save yourself...

or you'll be stuck in here.

Wanna fight?

Huh?

Wanna have a boxing match with me?

If you win, I'll tell you everything. - Have you lost your mind?

You little coward!

Who are you calling a coward, huh?

You've seen one match, so fucking what?

Just say yes...

then watch me rip your balls off, and hand them to you.

It belongs to that girl.

Found it washed up by the beach hut.

The hut is in Khawar Koreishi's name.

An earring...

found on the beach.

We can send it for forensics.

And if the magistrate gives a warrant... - No way!

No more of this!

It's over.

I will suspend you.

Leave this with me.

Wait, wait, wait!

I won't do anything. Look.

I won't do anything, don't be scared.

Listen.

Some women are in trouble.

If you don't help me, I cannot help them.

Life rarely gives us a chance to set something right.

This is your chance.

Take it.

The call came this morning.

A forged report was sent in, and the original report...

was deleted from the system.

What was in the original report?

Hydroquinone...

paraben...

mercury...

asbestos and white lead.

Okay. Pigmentation issues, kidney and corneal damage...

lead poisoning and...

Of course, increased risk of cancer.

And I've only just scratched the surface.

I took a picture of the original report.

If that's of any help...

Thank you, Ali.

But you're comfortable with us making this information public?

You'll probably get fired.

All her life, my mother...

was shamed by my father's family...

For her dark complexion.

So I have no issue.

Dilbar, send a picture of this report to me.

We should send this to a news channel? - No, no, no...

we don't go public with this.

We use this information as leverage to get Zubaida back.

Yeah, but we know that Juice and Jalwa are connected.

If we take that to KK, that's enough... - But KK's too smart.

He knows that there's no guarantee that...

even if he let's Zubaida go...

we won't use this information anyway?

No.

We've to reach out to the weak link.

Sherry!

Yeah. - Of course.

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Hello, hello!

Hello, uncle.

Here you are. - Here I am...

to clean up your mess as usual.

You girls... I mean, seriously!

Jamil had to go to Islamabad.

So he's asked Ifti to look after us.

Lovely.

I'm here, only to make sure that you're all set...

and the security is airtight.

No need for that.

Thank you so much, Ifti. Really.

No need?

Didn't two girls just disappear from right under your nose?

Aren't the rest of you in danger?

I thought you'd more sense than this.

{ an3}You...

Be the man here.

Make these women understand.

I've given strict orders to the guards but you also keep watch.

But Zubaida... - I'll handle that.

I'll have these distributed.

Uncle, this is ridiculous! I've to go, I've work to do.

Not possible, sweetheart!

I have to go, dude.

Any leads? I'll come along. - Guys, no!

We have to lay low.

How many cameras are installed outside?

There are cameras everywhere...

Except a blind spot at the back.

Here you go.

Biscuit?

I'll come too.

I'm only going to meet Sherry.

Flyers are being distributed.

You stay here and help Laila, okay?

Do your tech thing. Find something useful.

You guys are our real heroes.

Yes, we are here for your safety.

Yes. - Okay.

Day and night, at your service. - Let's take a selfie!

Yes, that'll be nice. - That's a good idea.

Everyone, smile now.

And show the tea and biscuits!

Easy, easy, easy!

{ an3}Shoes!

Oye, my stilettos!

Yes! Thank you.

Thank you.

Listen, Dilbar.

I'm really sorry.

About that night, at the restaurant.

It got weird.

It was my fault, boss.

We're from two different worlds.

It's not about the worlds.

It's about my thinking.

My thinking doesn't allow me to be anything beyond...

anything different...

from what I've always been.

Did that make any sense?

Not one bit.

Okay, ten minutes, yeah. - Okay.

'Hydroquinone, paraben,'

'mercury, asbestos, and white lead.'

All our products are tested.

{ an3}But...

I'll look into this again. - White lead.

White fucking lead?

I'm just management.

You're the CEO, Sherry.

Exactly!

Management.

I was there once, where you are now.

This cut-throat ambition, this greed...

It's often necessary.

But if it blinds you to the extent that...

you can't tell right from wrong...

that you can't fathom a world beyond yourself...

then, that's a problem, Sherry.

Listen, dear.

When you, with that silver spoon dangling from your mouth...

were busy flirting with cute boys in your Ivy League school...

I was here...

with a man twice my age...

giving him hand jobs twice a day...

every day, for one month straight.

That's what it took to step into this salon.

Time went by...

and I gave all sorts of jobs...

To become a receptionist.

Then I became a stylist.

Finally, I became that same man's wife.

Yes. Yes, I had a choice.

Either I was to play their game, their way.

Or I was to pack my bags, and return to Gujranwala.

And no way in hell, was I ever going back to Gujranwala.

Hence...

Threaten me all you want.

Scare me all you want.

But I swear on that first hand job...

you won't be able to take me down.

Look closer home.

They're fond of showing off.

They keep the trophies real close...

so shouldn't be that hard to find.

They're fine. They're at your mother's.

Jamil, still no news on Zubaida.

I can't do this anymore.

I feel paralyzed.

I can't make decisions.

Please come back soon.

I need you.

Not as easy as you thought!

You're shitting yourself, right? Not even moving!

What happened?

Get off!

{ an3}Bitch!

You having fun now?

Done?

Boss?

Are you alright?

2011.

We need records from 2011.

Nothing will come out of this.

I don't trust anyone.

I'm sitting here like a dickhead, and some motherfucker out there...

What do you make of all of this?

And what secret mission are you on?

Me?

I thought, if we spread the word online...

there might be more public traction.

What's that?

Nothing.

Okay, I know you're worried...

and our focus should be on Sheila and Zubaida. But...

The inspector said that there are more cases of missing girls.

I wondered if some of them were linked to the talent agency.

I used 'wayback', Shams.

I scanned decade-old archived web pages.

I checked cached versions. - And?

This is... - Mehak.

Batool's daughter was with Juice?

2011, 2011! - Thank you.

Boss, we've found 2011. Let's get out now!

Hold on!

So this is called rope-a-dope.

Frazier thought that he'll win.

But then Ali...

Knocked him out!

They called and said they'll take the girl on Friday.

Then what?

Then what do you think, asswipe?

I don't know where I am.

There's a factory.

That is a huge warehouse.

That...

Over there is a small warehouse where I was held captive.

There are lots of men here.

And they all have guns.

I don't even know if this message will go through or not.

{ an3}Chotu!

Open the door, bro!

Open the door, Chotu!

Open up, you cocksucker! What are you doing in there!

What the fuck is he doing? - God knows.

Motherfucker, what are you doing with the girl?

You son of a bitch, if you rape her...

I'll cut your balls off and make you chew on them!

Go and check.

Try and open it! Go on!

You fuck, open it properly!

Come on!

Oh fuck!

Bro! Bro, the girl has escaped.

Escaped.

Get the jeep, motherfuckers! Get the fucking jeep!

Let's go!

Come on, Mehak. Mehak.

Batool Jaan.

7-1-8-2-3-5-0.

High risk.

'GUARDIAN PRESENT GUARDIAN'S PHONE NUMBER'

Run the plate.

{ an3}B-F...

Yes? - 9-7.

Hmm. - 5-0.

Boss.

It's registered under this name.

Do you know him?

I have a lead in Mehak's case.

Trace this number immediately. 0-3-0-1-2-5-1-1-3-1-5.

I've got an ID number.

Hold on.

This ID number...

It doesn't make any sense.

Spit it fucking out, Laila!

{ an3}It...

It's your uncle.

Iftikhar Chaudhry.

What...

She almost ran away.

I have 20 men there...

and one girl, right under their noses...

What was the need to keep her alive?

We could have used her as leverage.

Figure out how much those women know. What their next move is!

I'm really disappointed in you, KK.

A random girl comes to your agency...

and you take her to the event!

I mean, what were you thinking?

I did all the background checks.

I'm very thorough.

You know that. - And yet, here I am...

cleaning up your shit all over again.

Sheila was out of control.

She wouldn't listen... - I'm not talking about Sheila.

That was not me.

I know we don't talk about that one.

But that wasn't my fault.

No matter whose fault it was...

it doesn't change the fact that at the end of the day...

it was me dragging her pregnant ass to White Rose!

'The signs were all around us, and yet...'

'We kept wandering in the wilderness.'

'We didn't hear the screams...'

'And we didn't see the blood.'

'A lifetime spent,'

'finding our way to this slaughterhouse.'

Zubaida...

She's on you.

Shumaila won't give me permission for one more.

We'll have to figure something else out... - KK...

This one will be yours.