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Maya.
Maya.
It's time.
There's a thin line between the oppressed and oppressor in society.
And currently, you're treading on that thin line.
Privilege is a debt to society.
In the beginning, everyone got an equal share of happiness and sorrows.
Then we made the first mistake in history,
and we didn't oppose the cruelty of a cruel man.
And made him our king.
The king kept amassing pleasure in his palace,
while our sorrows were passed on to our next generations.
Someone cleverly tipped the scale between happiness and sorrow.
What equation is this?
Where you've to add more pain to lessen pain.
It is fair when the fathers got more glory than the mothers?
Somewhere the equation's gone wrong.
Now together, you and me,
who have pointed out the mistakes in this equation,
must find those people,
who keep these scales tipped in their favour.
We must find them and tell them,
this equation is wrong.
They are wrong!
Thank you for seeing me.
I think...
I could've been wrong.
I think I could've been mistaken,
and nothing makes sense.
So now what?
The quote on Maya's wall...
I know you know about the quote on Maya's wall.
-So what are you hiding? -Why don't you ask your witnesses?
Like Carol.
The roots of this case are connected with another case,
and I need to make this connection.
Your son's case.
Yes.
There's a guy...
Aaron.
Aaron, Maya, and Carol together attended the music fest.
She went without my permission.
I was trying to race Aaron.
But before I could find out,
you arrested me.
When was this festival?
14th August.
She came home the next day.
Thank you.
You seemed like a changed person.
It's okay to be a bad father.
Fathers are complicated.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey!
Just hear me out.
It's urgent.
Urgent?
-And my wife? -We'll find Puja.
I'll find her. Trust me.
My trust in you is over.
Trust me.
Hey...
just this one last time.
Help me out.
Check out this guy called Aaron.
He's at Queen's College.
Check their website, You'll find his number there.
Got it.
His last location is La Porte.
Maya's dead body was found at La Porte, right?
Yeah, so?
Aaron's father is the owner of La Porte.
You know what...
Get La Porte's CCTV footage from 14th August.
CCTV footage is unavailable.
Maintenance glitch.
Yeah, yeah.
Of course.
All good.
This is good. Really good.
Keep digging.
All the way there.
Thank you.
Hey, Om.
Hey, Ursula.
How can I help you?
Can you tell me...
do you guys take walk-ins just for the night?
No. Hotel policy.
I get it.
Has our relationship reached that point where I can ask you for that favour?
CCTV footage 14th August, please.
It says...
there was maintenance database work during that day.
Can you check again, please
I'll check the register.
Okay.
Sorry.
Nothing.
Alright.
I guess I'll fuck off then.
Thanks.
He's leaving the hotel now.
I think he's on to us.
Be careful.
Harry.
Harry, this is detective Om.
Harry.
Harry.
Harry.
Harry.
Harry.
What the fuck.
Fuck...
Fuck...
Are you sure it was this man?
It's the man from the telly.
I saw someone throwing a bag into the lake.
This will take time to recover.
Where did your wife intern?
BBS.
Alright.
Why are you showing so much interest today?
I've tried to show you the file dozens of times.
You never had time for immigrant cases.
Harry...
He was an admin in Internal Engineering.
Wait a second.
There are Internal Engineering Workshop's financial records.
They have been clearly money laundering.
Sweden, France, Italy, Germany.
Puja was investigating them as well.
Can you hack this company's enrolment list?
There you go.
Ursula. Lisa.
Puja's name is on the list as well.
Maya Roy, Ratna Darbari.
Sameer Khurana.
Sameer Khurana?
I've heard this name before.
Sameer Khurana.
These are all missing people.
[indistinct chatter continue]
Hello.
Hey, Cat? It's alright if I come over?
Hi, sir.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Have you been following me?
-No... -Are you tailing me?
No...
What?
Wait, wait...
How did they know I'm coming here?
Did you tell them?
-Cat... -Are you one of them?
Sir?
How the fuck did they know I was coming here?
Cathrine told me you're gonna be here.
You've a therapy session today, sir.
You missed two sessions,
that's why I am here.
Sir, are you okay?
Are you okay, sir?
Sir, you're the best detective in the department.
I've always admired the way you've done your work.
Shut up!
Stop patronising me.
Please, sir, give therapy a go.
They will give medication that will help your mood.
We've 20 minutes, right.
Are you going to give me my meds?
I can certainly give them to you.
But if I wouldn't
I wonder how would you feel.
I feel everything.
Everything... too much.
Every thought, every memory, every emotion,
they are like snakes all over my body.
I feel there are maggots in my knees,
eating away my elbows, my brain.
My head feels like it's going to explode,
I feel like fucking blowing my fucking brains out.
That's how I feel.
The only reason I don't do it,
is because there was a time
But before...
Before I divorced, before... .
the school incident.
What my son did...
There was a time when
I presumed that we were good.
That things were good, we were happy.
I remember going to Yash's school, and picking him up.
How his friends saw me,
and his teachers spoke with me.
And... if my ex-wife and I went to a party and dinner,
there was respect.
You know why?
Because I was good at my job.
And I loved my job.
But now,
when I don't take my meds
I begin to see things, hear things.
I can't trust myself.
I'm not confident.
I'm scared that one thing will snatch my job,
where I've some respect left.
Everyone else in my life thinks I'm a loser,
which I am. I am a loser.
Because...
that super cop, superhero,
who saved everyone, but...
Couldn't save his only son...
whom he taught how to walk,
and his giggles still echo in my ear.
I want to tell him that...
Please forgive me.
I am sorry.
I am so... so... sorry.
Yeah, Shubro.
I found Puja.
What?
Her BBS ID card was recently swiped.
She must be in the building.
BBS?
This doesn't sound right, Shubro.
Wait there. I'll go check it out, okay.
Hi, Shubro.
Puja's card was just swiped.
Keep an eye on the exit.
Okay.
Puja.
Maya?
Fuck.
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