'As if we didn't have enough thieves...
and junkies in the building already'
'now even murderers are going be our neighbours!'
'Bloody witch!'
Who is she? - My maid, I told you. The one who got out of prison.
Can we trust them?
With what?
If you think your husband is unfaithful...
and you need proof, then call us.
Pay us according to your means...
and leave the investigation to us.
With all this, we will also help those women...
who are harassed and abused everyday.
Men will suffer?
Men will definitely suffer!
That's enough! Now moving forward...
50 percent pro bono fun...
and 50 percent our bread and butter, cheating husbands.
You betrayed us.
Because I knew...
that only you can help us.
If you allow, I can come visit... - Never!
For the record, tell us...
why you spent 20 years in prison.
Look madam, I've explained this so many times.
It's impossible for us to dig out a 20-year old record.
"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."
4. HONOUR...
'Turmeric milk.'
'Keeping men potent since time immemorial.'
Here.
'She was lucky, got adopted within a year of coming here.'
'Mr and Mrs Karim Ali.'
'They couldn't have children of their own.'
May I help you with anything?
There are no marks on the sheets.
Good God, where is the blood?!
How did she tear her hymen at such a young age?
Bring her here!
Girl!
Batool!
The search for Mehak.
What Batool was feeling...
We had no idea back then.
But it was because of Batool that all of you got busted.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Do you remember Shehnaz Khalid?
You know, that investigation... - Forget about what I know, ma'am.
Tell me about Shehnaz Khalid.
Between my husband and I...
Our...
relations... physical... I mean, it's there.
It's all there.
But it's... For me...
I mean... Uh...
That thing... - I understand.
Go on.
Sure.
This is...
His bank statement.
We have a joint account too.
But this is his personal account.
He withdraws a fixed amount from this account every weekend.
Sometimes he stays out at night.
He says he's working late from the staff room. But I...
visited the university on Sunday.
No one was there.
Okay.
I will require a few more details.
Like his profession, mobile number...
car registration... - It is...
I have it all here.
He won't be...
Hurt in any way?
No, that won't happen.
Yes, please. He is mine after all.
We've been married for 20 years. We've 3 kids.
My sons are in Toronto. My daughter is in Vancouver.
I tell her to move closer to her brothers. But...
He only eats home-cooked meals...
that I cook for him.
After that he might...
Go out, if he has to.
My mother always used to say...
that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
If you cannot feed him, you cannot keep him happy.
Ehtesham Khalid.
Age, 50 years.
Three children settled in Canada.
Sociology professor at a university.
Loved by everyone.
But he minds his own business.
He jogs thrice a week.
Other than that, no other social outings.
Just that he's not home on some nights.
We've kept an eye on his house for three days.
He hasn't even stepped out once.
Nothing suspicious on his phone.
No messages. Social media is also clear.
He likes cats.
A lot! - I've created a profile and sent him a friend request.
Maybe our respectable professor is into prostitutes.
Which prostitute earns so little?
Someone may be blackmailing him. - Don't up your status.
You've been sold for less! - Birthday girl!
Excuse me. - It's my birthday, don't stop my inner witch today.
Ow! - Hotel!
Professor is booking a room in a hotel!
I think, in this price range, it's likely a three star hotel.
Again, she speaks from experience!
Perfect! Let's track him.
Once we find out which hotel, we can get inside easily.
Hello?
Event planner extraordinaire.
Hotels are not a problem.
Everyone knows me. Loves me. - Loves?!
Here she goes - How do you manage to do that?
Whatever, bitches. - Okay, I'm getting late.
I have to go. - Bye.
Okay, Baby. Happy birthday! - Bye.
Bye, Baby. - Bye.
Have fun.
"Say that it's my birthday."
"Say it."
- Look at her!
"Happy birthday to me. - To you, Baby!"
"Happy birthday to me." - Come closer, come on!
"Happy birthday to me!"
Nimmo, it's your turn now.
You and a saint!
Like you've never taken anything in your mouth before!
Enough. From now, just call me Naeem.
No one will call me Nimmo anymore. - Check her out!
Nimmo madam has found her Prince Charming!
Fallen in love with his client!
Either your face cream is working...
or it might be my profile photo.
I am getting many friend requests.
You've always been handsome.
I've tried a new recipe today.
Get some rest sometimes.
I will, after I die.
What?
Where did this come from?
Aw! - You've gone too old?
Sorry. - Caught some disease?
Look. - Oh, that's a nice photo.
Princess Silky.
Really?
Installing a tracking device in someone else's car is illegal.
Guilt is a strange thing.
Unfaithful husbands...
often use generosity to cover up their infidelity.
Car, the house...
It was all in Shehnaz's name.
Why, Lucifer?
No.
You'll give me an advance notice before you kill me.
I want to die in Dior.
I was cleaning your room.
It didn't happen.
Better this way.
I was never going to get the 'best mom' award.
Few days ago, I went to see Mehak...
My daughter...
I went to see my daughter.
I'd to bribe that whore from the orphanage...
to finally get her address.
She looked happy.
Did you tell her who you are?
No. I didn't meet her.
She has a family now.
I went by her street thrice.
And I hid behind a tree...
So I could watch her.
She loves flowers.
She is very pretty.
Go and meet her.
She is happy without me.
No child is ever happy without the mother.
Unless and until the mother...
is psycho, savage, or a murderer.
Oh, wait a second.
You are all three.
It was a joke.
It was a bit funny, wasn't it?
Teeny bit.
And if you ever call me psycho, savage...
or murderer again...
I will kill you without any notice.
Oh fucking psychopath!
Go and sleep. There is a lot of work to do tomorrow.
Frigid corpse!
Been like this since day one.
My child.
You are the only one I have.
Isn't this so much fun?
Mummy and son bonding time. - Hmm.
I know I've been busy.
Mom, don't.
I'm not a kid, I know all moms work.
You work too. So just chill.
Cool! We're so old, so big.
Almost like a teenager! - Mom, enough!
At least tell me what music you're listening to.
You won't understand. - Why? Why won't I understand?
Oh, crap! - Mom?
I'll be back in a second.
Mrs Daruwala. - Mrs Khan.
I've wanted to apologise for the longest time, but...
I'm sorry.
It's okay, Mrs Khan.
I understand.
These days, parents and kids are both...
under a lot of pressure.
Whose child is this?!
Where's his mother!
What's wrong? - You're his mother?
Tell your mother what you did!
Did he take something Did you steal something, Salaar?
I'm sorry, what did he... - He touched me.
What? - You want me to say it again?
No, I... - He pinched my behind.
Pinch...
Is this true? You wouldn't do that. - Why will I lie?
Of course it's true!
Uh...
I don't know what to say.
Well, say that you'll teach him some manners!
Move.
Which 8 year old boy pinches a grown woman? - It was big, right?
You thought so too.
What? - Her bum.
It was huge, right?
Jesus! Salaar, it's never okay to touch a woman or anyone.
I'm sorry, it's...
Hey, you can never do that again!
Get it?
Jamil. - Babe, boys will be boys.
You're excused, young man.
You'll teach them tennis, math...
cleanliness but not basic manners.
Doesn't it bother you that your... - Come on.
Everyone does this at this age.
I mean, not exactly this, but...
Boys are just curious about the human body.
I mean, if at his age...
a big bum got into my face...
I'd want to tap it.
Clearly, your DNA is winning here.
Hey!
Extra classes?
Exams are around the corner.
I'll be very late tonight.
You smell nice.
Boss. How do I look?
How do I look, boss? Dinner?
Will you go for coffee with me? Fucking...
With Dilbar. Can we go for dinner? For dinner.
You're a fucking asshole, you stupid motherfucker!
Will you go?
Yes, she will.
He's still at home.
Hi!
Hi.
How do I look, boss?
Smart! Very smart.
Wow!
Thank you, boss.
Will you've dinner with me tonight?
Or whenever you want to?
Here he comes!
He's getting out.
Okay, boss.
Ladies!
Yes, there. Day's Inn.
You go in, we're coming.
Can I come? - I think we got this.
I'm taking Zubaida along.
Muhammad Ali, let's go!
Keep an eye on her.
No beating anyone up.
Come on, move. Take care of everyone.
I do that any way.
Very cute!
Cute yourself!
Hello.
Have we met before?
Is your mother at home?
Yes. Come on in.
Are you kidding me?
Get to the hotel. I need a nanny for the baby 'churails' (witches).
Hello!
Trust me, we've been looking.
Professor made the payment and went upstairs alone.
No girl came.
Just families and couples.
Hi!
Listen, bit of an odd one.
I want a guest's room number.
It's against the hotel policy.
Yeah, I know but...
I'm Jugnu Chaudhary.
I'm sure you are. But I can't help you.
You are bribing me?
Bribe?
What a dirty word, absolutely not!
Because I can report you for that in 'New Pakistan'.
And anyway, no amount would make up for the way you insulted me.
Me? - Yes, you.
I was helping out at a Glasshouse event.
You passed me by, waved and said, 'Hello, big whale!'
I would, never ever, ever...
Do such a thing. No. - Right.
I've heard that you're an alcoholic...
and you never remember anything.
But you humiliated me.
I cannot help you.
Look I'm...
I'm sorry. Truly.
And for what it's worth, you've clearly lost a lot of weight.
And if what I said had any contribution...
Okay.
No help.
'Going up.' - Which floor?
First.
It's cool.
You look fabulous.
You're welcome.
Bitch.
Jugnu, madam!
Ali Raza!
You are here now? - Yes, madam.
How wonderful!
I'll lose my job.
You won't.
And even if you do, this is more than six months of your salary.
Count it.
Thank you.
So you've just moved to this street?
Yes, a few weeks ago.
Your daughter is beautiful.
Isn't she!
And very skilled at domestic work.
She does everything around the house.
I just want to get her married... - Mom, what's wrong with you?
I'm only 18 years old.
18 years?
I thought... - Yes, but...
you know it's so much easier...
to adjust when you marry young.
Is your older daughter already married?
Older daughter?
Farah's my only child.
She is God's miracle!
We tried everything we could.
But nothing worked.
Then out of the blue, we were blessed. - So are you saying...
you don't have another child?
Yes, that's what I'm saying. - But you adopted a child.
Mehak. She must be around 26.
No, 27 now.
Farah, go upstairs.
I said, go upstairs!
Who are you?
Here. Stop. Pause.
Forward a little.
Enough.
Pause. Can we zoom in?
Is that the fifth floor?
Yes, it is the fifth floor, and...
Hold on, let me tell you the room number.
It is room number 517, madam.
This isn't allowed. - What isn't allowed?
Eunuchs are not allowed in.
Nonsense! The registration office can give me an ID card...
but you can't let me into this whorehouse of yours?
Move from here, you asshole! - Wait, eunuch!
Enough now. Leave. - Get lost.
I hope your balls catch fire!
Fucking bastard!
How dare you come here!
I had to see her.
I thought... - That Farah is Fauzia?
We changed her name.
Where is she? I don't have to meet her.
Give me a photo, I'll just look at that. - She hated you.
She would have nightmares about you.
What happened in front of her...
After that...
Why are you talking like she's not here anymore?
No one went in that room apart from him.
Maybe someone came before, let's rewind.
See! I told you.
Out, ma'am. - Actually...
Just a minute. - Escort her out please.
Touch me. Go on! - Let's go.
Then see what I do! - Come on.
Leave. Come on.
You're still a fucking whale!
Let's go, let's go!
I'm going! - Come on, leave.
She was like this from the start.
Failed her classes, disrespected the teachers...
she would come home and insult us.
Boys, alcohol, drugs.
I don't even know where she got those things from.
What influence would that have had on our daughter?
She was also your daughter.
You had adopted her.
Made her your own.
In the hope that our love would shape her right.
But she was your blood after all.
So, what did you do?
We didn't do anything.
She was 15 when she ran away.
Ran away?
Yes.
She was dating this guy.
She wanted to marry him.
Girls say things like that at that age.
She ran away!
Did you go to the police?
Filed a missing person report?
Did anything?
No.
We finally started living like a normal, happy family.
Fuck!
Those assholes wouldn't let me in!
They caught me too. Zubaida is still inside.
Yes.
What's wrong? What's with the face?
I think I saw someone go in.
Someone I know.
Housekeeping!
No, thank you.
I said, I don't want anything. Thank you.
Clean towels, sir!
I don't need them. - Should I make the bed?
I'm busy and really don't need anything. Thank you.
Sir...
Hold on. If you...
If you could please fill this form about your experience, please.
It would really help.
Please?
Thank you. - Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.
Thank you so much, sir.
Thank you.
Come on, Zubaida.
Don't know.
They're in love.
Love? Come on!
This is a straightforward business transaction.
They are both secretly...
Some of us don't have the luxury of loving out in the open.
How can we blame those who are helpless? Please!
The truth will destroy them.
Please understand.
Sara, do we abort?
Yeah.
Abort.
We do nothing.
Where have you been?
What are we aborting?
Shehnaz's case.
Ehtesham was at the hotel with a boy.
It's better to keep that a secret.
So you will lie to Shehnaz?
It's for the best.
Chocolates won't do today.
Do you have a smoke?
Thanks.
Big mama.
This is for you.
How do you know?
It's my job to keep an eye on everyone.
'People can justify almost anything.'
'They can make you believe that they'd no choice.'
'But the truth is, we always have a choice.'
Hello. - Where are you?
I'm returning the key and supplies, and then leaving.
Don't return the key.
No. We decided...
'Do you trust me?'
Yes, but... - 'Then do as I say.
Hello.
Shehnaz?
'Churail'?
Give it.
Is she pretty?
You don't have to... do this.
Hello, Shams.
I'm making a blunder.
'Going down.'
Details, please.
What?
Where were you all day?
Sara!
"The heart had found solace there..."
"whether you remember it or not."
"Promises were made..."
"whether you remember it or not."
"The heart had found solace there..."
Wi-Fi. What's the Wi-Fi here?
What's the Wi-Fi password?
I need to video call and show the children.
What's the time in Canada?
Give me the Wi-Fi password.
What's the Wi-Fi password!
Stop it! - You shouldn't have done this!
Behind our backs, she asked Zubaida...
to take Shehnaz to the hotel room!
That poor girl... Why?
Because she respects you?
Let go, Batool! Let go!
They can destroy our lives.
Abuse us, betray us.
Take away every ounce of our happiness.
And yet you will protect them!
The ones living in big mansions...
throwing money around everywhere...
With all their bullshit talk about freedom...
What would they know about suffering?
This wasn't about what happened to you, Batool.
Get her out of my sight.
Before...
Before this week ends...
I'll be out of here.
Okay.
What would you do if you were in my place?
I was.
The place was somewhat similar.
And I did what I had to do.
Any regrets?
No.
I'd do it all over again, if I'd to.
I'll stay tonight with Shams again.
Zubaida.
Just like my parents betrayed me...
so did you.
So how are you any different from them?
I did what...
Your favourite flowers.
I've never loved another woman like I've loved you.
But what do I do about what's inside me?
How do I control it?
This desire to love fully without fear and inhibition...
My life.
My love.
I want to cook.
I should cook, right?
Right?
You've no idea how difficult it's to make 'nihari' (meat stew).
Chop it, marinate it.
Cook it on slow heat for a long time...
Until the meat is tender.
Sara!
How are you?
This is my friend. - Hello.
I am fine.
Sheila speaks very highly of you.
I wanted to come to the store and meet everyone.
I miss all of you so much.
I'm glad you didn't.
Don't hate me so much.
I don't hate you. I just don't have the stomach for lies anymore.
You look happy. That's good.
Yes. I'm doing a soap on TV.
Small role, but the show has great TRPs!
I've also done a biscuit commercial.
And you know...
I've also met someone.
He is sweet. So... - Bye, Sheila.
Let's go. - What happened to her?
How often do the likes of us find love, Baby?
Forget love.
How often do we find someone...
who doesn't want to tie us to the bed...
and ask us...
'Slut, are you having fun?'
'Here, take it. Take it harder.'
Someone...
Who just gives us a hand to hold.
And a shoulder to cry on.
Where will I find this again?
'How do we honour those who betray us?'
'How do we punish our own being?'
'How do we remain human'
'when no humanity remains?'
'Will we ever be anything more than this world's bleeding wound?'