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How would you like to say goodbye, Zaira?

Once I'm gone, just do away with me as you please.

But I don't want to be buried in the ground in a wooden coffin.

Cremation?

Yeah.

By a beautiful serene river.

Or… just let the vultures feed on me.

-At the Tower of Silence. -What!

Serene river versus vultures.

What about you, Saiba?

A burial fit for a rock star.

Back to Mother Earth.

Dolls?

Death-talk on your birthday.

That's morbid, Ishi!

Come on.

I'm sure you've thought about it.

To be honest, I had installed an app.

It predicts date and time of death.

Makes one appreciate the present.

Wait. You think our conversation is morbid…

but downloading a death app is okay?

-What is that? -You know…

according to the Bhutanese, one should think of death five times a day

to be happy.

Death can occur anytime.

So, did you think about it…

five times a day?

But…

I deleted the app right after I got the first notification.

Senorita…

what would you like us to do for your farewell?

All of you seem very sure that I'll be the first one to say goodbye!

That's not what I meant, Ishi.

The news of Ishi Sangamitra's horrifying death

comes hot on the heels of a devastating exposé a few days ago.

It remains unclear whether the death was accidental or premeditated.

No!

It can't be true.

They're lying!

It's impossible.

It's just not possible.

-No way. -What's impossible?

-Ishi can't die. -She's dead. Where the hell are you going?

To her house.

I don't believe it. It's fake news.

We can't be glued to the TV screen. What if she's--

Stop this crap, Dolly. Come with me.

You're not going anywhere. Come on!

-Have you guys gone insane? -Stop this madness!

-You don't understand! -Stop it.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How could this…

Why? How?

We can't just…

We'll find out, okay?

We aren't going to sit around.

This is really selfish of her.

So…

just so heartless.

It's not fair.

Just because you've lived on your terms…

you can't leave us without so much as a word.

It's not okay.

It's not.

Ishi…

How did you find out about Ishi's death?

Sir, I got a call from the security guard around 9:55 a.m.

He told me that there was a problem.

-He was shaken. -Did the guard find the body?

No, the maid did.

-She looked as white as a ghost. -The body?

No, sir. I'm talking about the maid.

-Is her name Rekha? -Yes.

-Pooja. -How many maids worked for Ishi?

Just one.

Where is the body?

I want to know all the entry and exit points of this house.

Chart them out separately.

-Call Forensics. -Alright.

Tell him to book a slot for the postmortem.

Add that it's a high-profile case.

-It'll speed things up. -Okay.

Get me Rekha's address.

-I want to meet her. -Alright, madam.

-Ma'am, do you need anything? -No, come with me.

The victim was found locked in her bathroom.

No sign of forced entry.

Seems like it happened outdoors.

Sign of some violence points to an altercation.

There's muck on the sandals. She walked on a wet surface.

This may or may not be relevant.

Missed flight ticket found.

Business or pleasure. Yet to be confirmed.

Packed suitcase. Prep for extended travel.

Saiba, this isn't a Sherlock case for you to ravel and unravel.

Don't overthink it. Just let it be.

Really?

Let go of all our questions?

No explanation, no closure…

she did what she felt like--

Are you kidding me?

What's wrong with the two of you?!

It's not like she had gone out shopping!

Unbelievable!

Do you seriously believe the Ishi Sangamitra we knew

would ever think of suicide?

And what happened last night has nothing to do with her death?

Maybe it does.

Maybe she was just trying to protect us.

What?

She forbade us from calling her, right?

She was certain she would "fix" everything.

Do you… remember her tone?

I don't know… it was as if…

I don't know-- She was…

Are you saying that…

she killed herself to protect us?

I don't know!

It's ridiculous!

It almost feels like she was…

maybe…

maybe she was trying to say goodbye.

And you didn't tell us?

Be it right or wrong, we always share our thoughts with each other.

It didn't occur to me then.

Even though there was something about her tone…

It was odd. There was an air of finality.

It strikes me now.

Now I feel as though…

maybe she knew what was going to happen.

I'm sorry, Zaira…

I refuse to believe it.

I disagree.

We're missing something.

Why would she want to kill herself?

This bitch of a situation! We can't even go to the police.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

The cops will come to us.

We were probably the last ones to see her alive.

And if…

an intelligent cop is given charge of this case,

we'll be done for.

Karan.

Listen.

Here you go.

I've identified 35 relevant leads in all.

Start from the kitchen.

Finding Ishi's phone is crucial. Look for it.

Come with me.

Let's line up the evidence.

Let's start from the kitchen.

The three of us need to figure…

how we will handle the situation.

Without arguing.

We must stick with one version.

There can be no mistakes.

How did the poor woman die?

What time did Ishi return last night?

12:47 a.m.

Please follow me.

I'll need a copy of this.

I'll need footage of the last 24 hours

from every camera location.

Why just 24 hours?

How about footage of the entire year?

Who cares about protocol, right?

I don't mean to question your judgment.

But our Community doesn't house riffraff.

I'm aware very posh people live here.

That is exactly and precisely why I am speaking to you politely.

Ms. Sangamitra is one of the most respected residents. Well, she was.

And just because she's no more, I can't compromise her privacy.

Without a warrant,

I will give you nothing except for last night's footage.

I can speak more politely, if you want.

Where was your Ishi madam off to?

Did she tell you for how long?

No.

Surprisingly, she gave me the house keys.

And she packed stuff she never takes with her.

Several odd things were dumped in the bag.

Didn't she ever give you the keys?

Never.

There's no housework when she travels.

Maybe…

maybe this time she was…

Going to leave you a cheque.

What was the money for?

-I had asked for-- -Speak up!

I had asked her for a loan.

I had mentioned it just yesterday.

I haven't met anyone as big-hearted as her.

Thanks to her, I'm able to provide for my whole family.

Having a big heart is well and good…

but you must be on a fat salary too.

How else does one get this new TV, a branded AC, show pieces?

How does a domestic help afford these luxuries?

It was in her best interest as well.

She didn't want me to work anywhere else.

The moment I pointed out my need, she'd have it sent home.

She was like an elder sister to me.

Was her bathroom door locked from inside?

I immediately felt something wasn't right.

I tried to curb my bad thoughts but…

something felt wrong.

I kept knocking.

But there was no answer.

I wanted to break the door down.

But it was obviously unbreakable.

And the balcony door through the kitchen?

What about it?

It was left open.

It wasn't. It's broken.

It has been for a while.

I had been telling madam to get it fixed, but she didn't have the time.

And what about the saree hung outside the closet?

It was for a party she was going to attend in the evening.

Party? At home?

No, at the Club.

The Dalal anniversary party.

She never wore the saree.

She must have skipped the party.

Her mood would change very often.

All the hearsay about Ishi and her work scandals,

in the media…

must have disturbed her greatly.

Obviously.

Did you meet her yesterday?

Yes, at the party.

Are you her mouthpiece?

I ask her and you respond.

It was my in-laws' anniversary party.

All of us were there till late.

Did you meet her or not?

It's a simple yes or no question.

What time did she arrive and leave?

Actually, it's hard to say.

There were a lot of people around.

But you must have chatted with her.

Gossiped about the other guests?

We didn't really get a chance.

Like I said, there were a lot of people.

Your tea's getting cold.

Madam…

I know the three of you were Ishi's closest friends.

And I understand that losing a friend like this is hard to come to terms with.

But I have to do my job.

Is there someone who wanted to harm Ishi?

Some sort of revenge?

Did she receive threats?

No, Inspector.

No.

Any other motive?

Anything at all…

that would have compelled her to leave the city?

What!

Excuse me.

-Hi! -Who's there?

She's here to inquire about Ishi Aunty. It's okay.

Just a week since I last saw you last, and you've become taller!

Aunty, I'm in Nursery now.

Yeah, that's right. You're a big girl.

Geeta.

Ananya.

What a lovely name!

Aanu…

We'll be in our room.

Okay.

That's it for now.

If needed, I will make a phone call.

Did she suffer?

Dolly, please…

We will be able to hand over the body tomorrow evening.

Any relatives we can contact?

My husband and I will take care of it.

See…

we waited for Ishi at lunch like idiots while she was packing her damn bags!

She was being clawed at from all sides!

It obviously made sense for her to leave!

I'm amazed you can't see that.

I'm sure what happened last night

-had nothing to do with the exposé. -Oh, you're sure?

How are you so confident about your theory? This is your imagination!

-I'm not imagining anything! -Really?

Let me be.

I'm not imagining anything! I'm doing what she asked us to do.

You know what, forget this shit!

Zaira, we have that guy's wallet.

-Please, guys. -And his car

-is still at the parking lot. -So what?

Oh, please!

-We're stuck in this situation! -Stop it, guys.

You can't run away!

Damn it!

Look…

-I think that we-- -Saiba, no!

Absolutely not! Don't even go there.

We've lost our best friend.

We show appropriate grief. And that's it.

No drama, no over-the-top emotions.

-We need not get into this! -Drama?

Drama!

This looks like drama to you, Zaira?

-I don't… -Why is wrong with you?

-What's wrong with me?! -So level-headed, calm, confident!

Someone's got to be!

Excuse me, are you dumb or in shock?

Don't you see? We can't get out of this.

-We're badly stuck! -I'm not doing this.

Fine. Just walk away!

Run!

Escapist.

Damn it!

Ishi Sangamitra's death. Murder or suicide?

The question that has been raging in this case.

Not just the people of Delhi but the entire country

awaits the proceedings.

Madam.

Many dark secrets lurk inside these glitzy towers.

Sure. That's what makes them entertaining.

And the rest of us ordinary people, big bores.

And rightfully so.

That's true, madam.

What if Ishi didn't tell you she was leaving?

It must've been a sudden decision.

Hives?

Where are you going?

We're out of allergy meds.

I'm going to the pharmacy.

She told her maid she was leaving, but not us.

I'll go and get the meds.

Baby, why don't you check on Zayn!

He has been constantly watching news about Ishi. I'm really worried.

Thanks, baby.

Without you…

I don't know what I'd do.

Saiba…

do we thank each other now?

You wanted to see me?

A whole new collection?

-As in? -You heard me.

And these artisans who worked on the clothes…

-for the Dubai shipment-- -Put it on hold.

-And Emily? -Emily is not your problem.

Oh, right.

In that case, this entire task force,

whom I have to supervise to meet the deadlines set by you

so that your designs are ready,

they should be your problem as well. Bloody hell!

Leave. Go home.

Sorry, ma'am.

How many years have you worked with me?

-Four years. -Four and a half years.

But you're still so juvenile.

And I don't have the patience to deal with you anymore.

You are only valued here if you work.

And if this is inconvenient for you, then please…

Just go. Leave.

No…

What?

I don't want to leave.

Are you sure?

And the plaster on the foot…

how long will it stay?

It's an ankle fracture.

It'll stay for a while.

How did it happen?

Last night, while getting off the metro…

When I was returning from your home.

I'm really sorry.

Sometimes I spew hurtful words.

I'm really sorry…

about Ishi.

Ishi…

Unpack them.

-What? -Unpack everything.

Don't you understand instructions?

-But I thought-- -What you think isn't worth a rat's ass!

That bitch in the cabin…

she gives the orders.

Get it, you loser?

Sorry for all this noise, Dolly.

I'm renovating.

No stress, Dr. Fabia.

Were you close?

Not exactly.

I mean, I thought we were…

Clearly not.

Why do you feel that way?

I just…

I just feel so…

Guilty?

I understand.

Losing a close friend or family member all of a sudden,

in extraordinary circumstances,

it's natural for us to wonder if we could've done anything to avoid it.

But their decisions are their own.

The Indian Monitor. How can I help you?

Hi… it's been years!

Sure, sir. I'll connect right away.

-So sorry for your loss, Saiba. -Thanks, Linzy.

Did Ekant sulk?

When I insisted on seeing him in the middle of his busy day.

He's never too busy for you.

He was whining that I rushed his lunch though.

He was always a whiny boss.

The autopsy is going on.

But according to me, it's an open-and-shut case.

My sources say… suicide.

How did it happen?

I'll keep it to myself.

Gunshot.

Close range. In the face.

Do you know what she had been working on lately?

I wasn't her personal secretary.

So…

"Ishi’s movements represent the flow of power in India."

I'm quoting your editorial.

Everything about her was suspicious.

It always was. Now, even more.

And in that same editorial, do you recall Ishi's quote?

"The journey towards finding an answer is more important than the answer itself."

It wasn't her original.

Someone else said it.

To be honest…

I never got why you quit. You were such a good journalist.

Why did you give up your career?

I mean… don't get me wrong.

Your decision, your choice.

All I can say is, I hated losing you, comrade.

I'd love to have you back any day.

Anyway, I'd suggest that you wait for a few days.

Don't start investigating. It's too close to you.

Ekant, my sole objective is to find out who killed Ishi.

Ishi Sangamitra did.

I'll update you.

Dolly?

Dolls, are you okay?

What's going on?

What's all this?

I'm done lying.

I can't do it anymore.

I'm sorry! I didn't know about Ishi--

It's fine, Adi.

Enough.

Just talk to me, please.

It has always been about you and your parents in this house.

What have you done?

What I should've done three years ago.

It could've saved us a lot of pain.

What the hell did you do?

She knows.

When separation

Sets in like the chill of winter

Your memory…

Will keep me warm

And give me comfort

When the passage of time

Cuts like ice

The warmth of your breath

Will make it flow again

Can I get you guys some water?

-Place the camera here. -Okay.

After this, I want a close-up of the pyre.

-Yes, ma'am. -Frame me against a clean background.

-Include some mourners. -Okay, ma'am.

Set up quickly and let's start.

Must you bring your cameras here?

Why don't you let her at least die in peace?

Ishi was a public figure.

-It is our right-- -No!

Saiba.

This is a very private moment

and you need to leave.

Now!

Ma'am, please.

Okay.

Move the set up outside.

-Wait for some time. -Hey…

it's okay.

My love…

Our careful whispers quietly lay

Deep in my heart

Our careful desires

Brightly now blossom

Madam, no.

Please.

Tell me who's your accomplice or do you need another whack?

Madam, please mind your language.

Oh, you're offended?

-Whip his ass and he'll vomit it out. -Yes, madam.

-I'll give you a good thrashing. -Please spare me.

Madam.

We're missing a link.

The evidence isn't adding up.

Forensics report calls it a suicide.

However, someone fleeing the country

with a fake passport wouldn't shoot herself, would she?

It isn't outside the realm of possibility.

Okay.

But, madam…

I'm ready to leave, Azhar.

According to her help, Ishi had planned to go to the party.

Then what stopped her?

Come to me with something solid.

Don't waste my time with half-baked bullshit.

The rich are quirky.

And since you're not rich, you wouldn't know about that.

Okay?

Madam!

Something is intimidating them.

Who are you talking about?

-Ishi's friends. -Did you meet them?

-Geeta madam? -Yes.

Ishi was with them at Baldev Dalal's anniversary party.

Madam, my gut tells me that they're hiding something.

You're the youngest inspector at my station with good reason.

If your gut points to something…

then I trust you.

But be careful, Geeta.

Bear in mind that gut instincts always unleash a shitstorm.

But if I find out…

that you made a big deal about nothing…

then you'll be out.

Thank you, madam.

Let's go.

-Did you find Ishi's phone? -No, I've looked everywhere.

-Ask for Ishi's Call Detail Record. -Okay.

Keep it discreet and unofficial.

Okay.

Send the saree and gun to Forensics tonight.

In fact, drop them off yourself.

But, madam, I promised my wife…

Karan-ji…

you should make a heartfelt video and send it to your wife.

I did that.

When she hears your true feelings, she'll melt.

Love messages help with tough jobs like ours.

I showed up at your house uninvited out of the blue.

I won't stay long.

I'm sorry, Zaira.

Dolly, please.

You can stay for as long as you wish.

A year or two. Forever--

I'm sure it won't come to that.

This is your home too.

Please.

I'll pack you lunch from tomorrow onward.

No arguments.

The food gets cold, Ma.

Heat it up!

You have all the time for goons but not a few minutes for a meal?

You need to start attending to your health.

Have I made myself clear?

Health before your job!

I heard you.

I think we need air conditioning.

It'll cool you down.

My concern for you is a joke, is it?

You're surrounded by bad influences.

It's not like criminals have horns. They are just like ordinary human beings.

They lie, make mistakes…

bring each other down. It's just human behavior.

It's a wonder the force recruited someone with such opinions!

-Ma! -Come with me.

Ma!

All I mean is everyone's made of blood and bones.

I'm not saying that the rich are any different from us.

But money changes things.

From afar, it glows beautifully.

When you get close to it, it burns you.

Middle class people like us…

should remain as far as possible from the rich.

Tread carefully, my child.

Ishi!

LETTER OF APPRECIATION

R: ARE YOU MISSING ME?

GEETA: SHOULDN'T I BE MISSING YOU?

I just heard about Ishi. My condolences.

Are you okay?

It's late, Shiv.

Please, let's talk tomorrow.

You rarely share your emotions.

You must be distraught.

I'll be fine.

Please, Zaira.

Don't shut me out again.

Two years is a long enough sentence.

Your kind words are not helping me at all, Shiv.

-If that's what you're-- -Listen.

It's over between us.

It can never be over between us.

Learn how to cope with the emptiness in your life.

Don't call me.

I'm calling because I… I love you.

I should've left my wife long ago.

When the time was right.

Please. Don't do this, Shiv.

Listen, just give me a chance. I've changed.

Shall I come over?

You could rest your head on my shoulder, and shut your eyes.

No words needed.

I appreciate the call, thank you.

Unbelievable! What's your problem? I'm trying--

Let her go!

Die, bitch!

Stop it!

Leave!

Ishi! Leave her!