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The attacker has been captured.

20 shots fired.

The area is not being scanned by officials,

to look for any more potential threats.

Oh no!

[indistinct shouting]

He killed my child!

Take him.

Yeah.

Sir, Lisa's given her statement.

She saw Amar dumping the body in the lake.

Get a sketch.

Done, sir. Already sent.

Fuck!

'Wanderer above the fog.'

Hmm.

You're happy.

That's all you came to ask.

I spoke with him.

What's this?

I thought you'd know.

No.

The symbols and quotes in Yash's diary,

I found the same

in the case that I'm investigating.

And?

And...

And it's obvious.

But tell me one thing how long has it been?

For what?

How long has Yash been in jail?

Exactly.

So stop pretending that you care about Yash,

-because you don't. -Ashwini, please.

Do you remember anything at all?

A friend, teacher, who may have influenced him.

I don't believe this.

How are you so delusional, Om?

If he was under anyone's influence, it was you.

Just yours! It was you.

And honestly, if I didn't find Richard,

I don't know how I would've survived.

Wow...

Don't blame me alone for your share of the responsibility.

I told you he's depressed.

He needs a psychiatrist.

I was the one that said he needs medical attention.

But what did you do?

Oh, wait. You just wanted him to be a man!

-Right. -Please, Ashwini.

What?

And I wasn't the emotionally unavailable parent, Om.

Don't you remember?

Like father like son.

That thing you're looking for outside,

you'll find it within.

Congratulations.

Amar even left his DNA on body and clothes.

Don't you think there's something off about this, Cat?

You're thinking too much.

Relax.

Celebrate the moment.

You know, I thought by solving this case

I might understand Yash better.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

In fact, I feel like that serpent trying to bite its own bloody tail.

Om, let it go.

Stop doubting yourself.

We've solid proof now.

I am proud of you.

We've just received information,

that media mogul Amar Roy has been arrested

by the homicide department,

as the prime accused in his own daughter, Maya Roy's murder.

The police have yet to receive a statement,

to shed light on the reasons behind this murder.

He's here.

Amar Roy... Amar Roy...

Sir please comment.

As you can see behind me,

Amar Roy has been arrested after forensics confirmed,

that the DNA of the unidentified body matched Maya Roy's.

Witness accounts and forensic evidence have

conclusively have incriminated Amar Roy,

according to the London Police.

Hey, where do you...

Move!

Carol.

'You know what this is?'

'Damn! Never noticed it before.'

'And this burn mark...'

'Identical match.'

'She's not my daughter.'

'He asked if I like to join him.'

'I agreed and I...'

'Drinking alone?'

'Not if you want to join.'

'No, I've...got a headache.'

'Let me get you a glass of water.'

'Don't remember the details of that night.'

'Thank you.'

'Welcome.'

'Did you tell Maya about this?'

'Your father took advantage of your drunk friend.'

'And then told me to not tell you.'

What is this?

Who showed this to you?

I want a name, Maya.

-Unbelievable... -Sit down!

I'm not done yet.

I'm not your employee, okay.

I can see between rumours and reality, Maya.

Someone is trying to frame me.

It's a business tactic.

I use it on my competitors as well.

I fight lawsuits like these all day.

It's 90% of my job.

-And... -Shut up.

I built my empire from scratch.

It didn't happen because I got lucky.

It is also because I was shrewd,

and I was relentless.

And there's something that you need to learn.

There are two kinds of people in this world.

The hunter and the hunted.

And right now, Maya, we're being hunted.

So cut this crap

and tell me who does Carol works for.

Dad, she's just a student. She doesn't work for anyone.

Fine

-I've other means. -Like what?

Silence her?

No, I won't silence her.

I'll ask her why she did it.

Did you pay off the other 45 cases for a settlement?

There are several other cases against me,

which haven't been proven.

I will.

I will help Carol prove it.

I am sorry, child.

Sorry, Maya...

Maya, I'm sorry.

Maya! Maya!

Yeah.

You were right.

So...what now?

I can't go home,

and I don't want to see him again.

I don't know what to do.

I know someone who can help.

Come meet me.

[indistinct chatter]

Almost fucking had her.

Almost fucking had her.

Has it ever been that I haven't had to save your ass?

What?

What the fuck were you thinking is what.

This morning everyone was clapping for you,

and now they are laughing at you.

I can't do it anymore.

-Ranjh. -What?

What the fuck were you doing?

Just...just level with me, Ranjh, please.

What do you think? This case is over?

So conveniently?

Carol had the same burn marks we found on Maya's body,

and you think it's not connected.

And Yash's case...

Om, Om...

Are you high?

Yeah.

Just a little bit.

Did you finish your therapy?

Don't do this, Ranjh.

No mate, you've done it to yourself.

You know what, finish your therapy,

Don't do this, Ranjh.

and then you come back to work.

Trust me, it will be good for you.

You'll get over this addiction as well.

I am not addicted!

Then you're in fucking denial about it.

I am just...vaping.

Not even too often.

Om...

we joined the force together.

Look at you and look at me.

You should've had the office next to mine, buddy.

What do you think,

what have I got that you don't?

Huh?

Everything.

Your discipline, commitment, dedication,

family, money, success.

And most importantly

all that fucking ass-licking.

Go fuck yourself, man.

Rishi.

Rishi!

Yes, sir.

I want Om's therapy reports daily on my table.

I guess that's it.

Om.

Stop connecting your son to random cases.

That case is closed.

Whatever you say, boss.

Fuck!

Yeah, Shubro.

Thank God you picked up. It's urgent.

Last week I received three clients,

whose husbands were missing.

All three worked in the sewers.

And I came across something really odd.

Yeah, tell me.

All three had gone into the sewers to address a complaint,

and they never came out.

Okay, don't worry I'll look into it.

They were last seen in Croydon.

I'll send you the address.

Only after absolute chaos comes absolute silence.

Only after absolute chaos comes absolute silence.

Only after absolute chaos comes absolute silence.

Only after absolute chaos comes absolute silence.

[indistinct chatter]

What is this place?

What's going on?

You'll see soon.

I don't understand.

Why does everyone have mirrors?

The mirrors are here for a reason. Don't worry about it.

An evening in the big city.

A wealthy woman buys expensive crystals,

and a poor poet buys cheap liquor.

The woman wants to show off,

her expensive crystals to her friends.

So she throws a party at her house.

The poor poet is high on cheap liquor.

But he isn't alone anymore.

He has a condition.

A condition where he can see people in his imagination.

And thanks to this condition he can see,

the wealthy woman's party.

An upcoming singer at the party,

is singing one of the poor poet's songs.

The upcoming singer changes a word in the song.

Instead of singing "everything between us is just business",

instead, he sings "everything between us is just love".

Hearing this the poet screams.

The scream shatters the wealthy woman's crystals,

and a shard of glass slashes the woman's wrist.

Next morning in the big city.

The police have arrested the poor poet,

for the wealthy woman's murder.

The police claim

he could've controlled his imagination.

Now, this is the question

we'll have to ask everyone.

Which side are we?

The rich, the privileged,

are blind to our pain and sorrows.

We'll curse this moment...

much later.

When our eyes will cite the insignificance of our hands.

But not right now.

Because now what our eyes see,

our hands can change it.

This...

This is the anti-immigration bill.

And we reject it.

Come on!

Maya.

Come.

Listen.

That... That sound.

Do you hear it?

I don't hear anything.

It just went off.

You didn't hear that?

-No. What am I listening for? -That sound.

Right there...

Wait, it will come.

Look at us.

We're in the sewer.

What are we doing?

Let's go.

Just listen. It will come back.

Let's go.

-Come on. -Wait.

No clue where he is or how.

[speaking Spanish language]

[speaking Spanish language]

No one in the family has a job.

I had all the papers.

But they forced me out of my home.

Children had to be taken out of school.

That was your old self.

My son has started peddling drugs.

They shut my shop down. We need the money.

Break it.

My wife and kids have disappeared.

That was your old self.

I left him on the streets.

My wife is dead.

Break it.

Now it's your turn, Maya.

Speak up.

I...

I knew about the anti-immigration bill.

The plan to label immigrants

as terrorists and criminals was being formed at my home.

I didn't do anything about it.

I am sorry.

That was your past.

You'll have to break your old self,

so that a new Maya can be born.

Break it.