I can't do this.
It wasn't your fault, okay?
I was fired from the agency.
I was asking everyone about Sheila.
It's been over two months.
My daughter.
We have to find her.
In your absence, we made an impulsive decision.
So round two began at your house?
Sheila was with Juice Talent. - Juice? KK?
What can I say? Our industry is such.
Girls come, girls go.
But this girl has vanished. As in, missing.
In the '90s, Jalwa fairness cream and powder were famous.
A new ad was being made for its relaunch.
Sheila was hired for it. - At the last minute...
I'd to find a replacement for the TVC.
These girls just don't understand commitment.
This one. Shakeela Siddiqui is missing.
Can you help... Boss?
I used to ask her to go to those parties.
Which parties? - The talent agency organises them.
Actresses and models from the industry...
They attend them.
They entertain men.
I found Mehak.
She lives in a girls' hostel.
She's using her birth name.
You have to find Sheila.
"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'
7. SACRIFICE...
ST. MARY'S GIRLS HOSTEL...
That room has been vacant for a while.
This...
Mehak... Hussain... Mehak Hussain?
Come inside.
Come.
She left some stuff behind.
It's been 8 years?
More or less.
Rent kept coming for a year.
So I didn't give the room to anyone else.
I thought she'll return.
But when the rent money stopped...
I kept her belongings with me.
And rented out the room to someone else in need.
This was her last known address.
How come...
Where would she go...
Without all her stuff?
Don't mind me saying this.
That poor girl wasn't happy.
Even at the age of 18...
she had so much sorrow inside her.
And her eyes...
Were just like yours.
As if she had been forced...
to see this world up close.
And now no matter how hard she tried...
She just couldn't unsee it.
Wherever she went...
I don't think she'll come back.
She wrote dozens of letters to you.
{ an3}But...
She couldn't gather the courage to send them.
Boss? What brings you here?
Wanted to update you.
That boy, Faraaz.
He's a complete junkie.
And not very smart either.
Sneaking into the flat, packing her stuff away...
just to prove that she ran away alone...
That's way beyond his mental capacity.
He's telling us everything he knows.
If we figure out more about these parties then... - This is enough.
We'll handle the rest.
Batool, ma'am...
I'm not certain as to what your set up is...
But I'm not blind either.
You asked me to rectify the mistake.
So I did.
But if you lot keep repeating the same mistake, then...
You're in your uniform.
So I ought to respect you.
But I'm not into men pushing my buttons.
I'm well aware of that.
Because you burn their body parts, and...
{ an3}Sorry.
Thank you for everything, boss.
Take care.
Darling...
See, you unfold the napkin like this...
and place it on your lap. Okay?
Apologies, mummy. - No need to apologise.
But we are nothing without etiquettes and decorum.
After all, we're all responsible for our own mess.
Of course, mummy.
How's school, dear?
Alright.
Do you have any activities...
Any hobbies?
He's into books and music.
We try to...
It's always best to let the children answer for themselves.
It builds their confidence.
Tell me, dear.
Yes, what mummy said.
What about you, young man?
Are you liking school?
Yes. - Liar! He hates school.
No, I do not. - Yes, you do.
Salaar, behave yourself.
Everyone bullies him at school.
No one bullies me.
Promise, daddy! - That's not true.
And if it is, then why am I hearing about it for the first time?
Do we've to talk about this at the dinner table?
We'll talk at home.
Dear, we're all one family here.
We discuss everything with each other.
We share our problems.
Yeah? Now, tell me.
Are the boys mean to you at school?
Sometimes. - All the time.
How come you don't know anything about this?
How come you don't know?
You're also their father. - That's not what I meant.
I'm not interested in your domestic politics!
Tell me, dear.
I took my Barbie to school.
And he runs like a girl.
Why does he have a Barbie?
It must be Amal's.
Yes, Sameer has a Barbie. So?
And it's not Amal's.
Sameer likes dolls. Lots of boys do.
Both boys should've been in boarding school...
Like their father, and their grandfather.
You might not have felt the need to...
raise your child in front of your eyes, but...
everyone cannot be like you.
Sara, behave. - Well, that's rather unfortunate!
Sara, sit down. Please.
Or what?
You're gonna lecture me on etiquette in front of your mummy?
Get up.
Say it. - Thank you, grandma...
for serving us such a delicious meal.
You're always such a lovely host.
We will be anxiously waiting our next dinner invite.
Good night!
Let's go.
I'm sorry.
Sorry. But you've driven me to...
I keep giving you concessions because I love you.
You're my wife, the mother of my children. But...
Why do you keep testing me?
Why is it so hard for you to just...
Be the best version of myself?
I'm going to Islamabad tomorrow, for the day.
Why? - For work!
You take care of the kids. Use Mila, Fanny, or Grace.
Or I don't give a shit!
But I have to go.
And if you ever grab me in front of the kids again...
I'll kill you.
'Dear Amma...'
'Ammi... Maa... Mummy...'
'What did I call you back then?'
'And what do I call you now?'
'So many letters...'
'Filled with accusations and grievances...'
'All these words, that may never reach you.'
'But as I write this letter'
'for the first time, I'm realising that I understand you.'
'Maybe because I'm about to be a mother too.'
'Seeing my body change...'
'Feeling this life grow inside me...'
'I now wonder if you would've also felt...'
'All that I feel in this moment.'
'And if so...'
'Then in your choice...'
'There must have been a sacrifice.'
'Must we always sacrifice?'
'Must we always put on brave masks'
'and flash phoney smiles'
'and pretend that it's a beautiful world?'
Tabinda, as I said on the phone...
I'm doing an article on the showbiz stars of yesteryears.
It's just audio?
Okay.
Why did you quit the industry?
I wish, it was a story out of the movies...
like, a Prince Charming...
came riding on a white horse...
made me his bride...
and took me away with him.
But the only thing that came...
was this wretched illness.
Strange symptoms.
Constant fatigue...
Chest pains...
Respiratory issues.
It took many months...
for the doctors to diagnose...
that it was a type of cancer.
I'm sorry.
It's very rare in our part of the world.
{ an3}Mes...
What's my cancer called, Rehana?
Mesothelioma.
It's been 6 years...
and I still can't pronounce it.
It starts in the lining of the internal organs.
Lungs, right?
Madam is a survivor.
Otherwise in this kind of cancer...
4 patients out of 5...
pass away within 5 years.
It's a miracle.
What about your family?
Kids?
I never found a husband.
So forget having kids!
I was with a married film director, back in the day.
But that love story didn't find its happy ending.
And I never found the courage to ever love again.
And this dream girl...
ended up all alone.
I guess...
it turned out to be a story from the movies after all!
If you don't mind may I ask...
how do you run your house after retirement?
I'm lucky.
I have a couple of benefactors.
I'm headed to the airport.
Will be back in Karachi by this evening.
We need more information on Jalwa.
Like who did Sherry sell the majority to?
Why was this whitening mixture discontinued for so many years?
And why is it being relaunched now?
And hey, Laila.
I want you to research a particular type of cancer.
It's mesothelioma.
M-E-S-O-T-H-E-L-I-O-M-A.
Got it! - Yeah, thanks.
Shams, Jalwa ownership?
It's hard to figure out.
Sherry is the CEO but...
Many shell companies are based in Dubai.
I can't find any list of directors.
There is an old sales report.
Jalwa was sold for just 10 rupees back then.
Lower middle class housewives were targeted.
I think, after rebranding, they'll upscale the product.
Yeah, but that's not enough. We need more.
Yeah, exactly.
We need to access the salon's system.
We might find something there.
But we can't do this remotely.
Here's a list of all models and actresses registered with Juice.
With their phone numbers and addresses.
Go meet them. Get them to speak.
Salon, okay. But, be careful.
Okay.
We have two mani-pedi appointments.
Okay, turn from here, and go to the first floor.
What have you done!
What will my husband say now?
Hold this. What did you do to my friend?
Tell me. - I asked her, she said she wanted a 'Hollywood'.
'Hollywood' means you make me a baby from down there?
Listen, we know we're not your elite clientele.
But treating us like this isn't right.
We brought money!
We've been wronged.
This is completely unfair!
What will she show her husband now?
He might like it. - Please calm down, will you? What happened?
I'm telling you, aren't I?
I've been assaulted!
Hurry up and take those rollers off.
She cleared my entire area!
Shakoor, throw these two out!
What? - Leave!
Don't touch me!
Leave. - I'll be back. I'll definitely come back!
I hope you also go bald down there!
May worms crawl inside you! Let me go. - Get her out!
Curse you... - Please don't. Who does that?
Please carry on. - I'll deal with you.
She's on her way.
Fuck!
Soha Nauman? Can you talk to us about Juice Talent? - No.
Are you with Juice Talent? - No, I'm not.
Yes, how can I help?
We are here from Juice Talent.
Rabia Gulfam? - Yes?
You're with Juice Talent right, I wanted to talk...
{ an3}Sorry.
Thank you.
Come on in. - Thank you so much.
{ an3}Saima?
I don't even get out of bed for that much.
But you do get into bed for that much!
I won't allow you to record anything.
{ an3}Maybe.
She looks familiar.
What happens at these parties?
They're just innocent get-togethers.
We go there willingly.
Nobody forces us.
And to tell you the truth...
this kind of socialising helps us better our lives.
Girl, enough with the bullshit!
For real. I enjoy it so much!
What if we want to identify the men at these parties?
I've just given you thirty thousand rupees.
I'm not leaving here without names.
I don't know any names.
I haven't seen any of their faces.
They...
The men are veiled.
Veiled? - Yeah.
Masks. They wear animal face masks.
For privacy.
All the men there wear masks...
to hide their identities.
Something very wrong is happening.
And we have to figure out what.
What more can we do?
There is only one way to find Sheila.
One of us has to attend that party.
What do you mean? - I have to...
attend that party.
What nonsense! - No way! How could you even think that?
We don't even know where these parties are held.
We'll find out through Juice Talent.
Not to mention the tight security.
Will you say something?
No.
Because of my previous decisions...
This time, the decision won't be mine.
Right! It's my decision.
I'm the right age.
Unlike the three of you, my face wasn't plastered all over the news.
No one will recognise me!
I am doing this...
Without a vote.
Shams! Wait!
I thought you believed in me?
You're risking your life and expect me to watch from the sidelines?
Your hot body aside...
Do you know why I really love you?
Because you've always let me be me.
It's Sheila, Shams.
She would've done the same for me.
Would you've stopped her from saving me?
This is wrong. You can't go there alone... - Don't be scared!
I won't leave you so easily.
{ an3}Shams!
Don't do this.
Listen to me.
Don't do it.
What if you hadn't rescued me the night I was being beaten up?
What if you hadn't saved me the night I was being married off?
Where would I be today?
This is not the same thing!
You will have to trust me.
I will go...
And I will come back.
Why boxing?
Put some girly hobbies.
Something that you do.
Okay, boss.
Increase the followers. Backdate.
Make me sexier!
Make them big.
Make them big!
I'm the one, sir.
{ an3}Sorry?
Every important man, behind the camera...
Be it a filmmaker, talent agent, fashion designer...
wants to leave his stamp on a face in front of the camera.
I'm the face you're looking for.
That's good. Funny, even.
Your models work in low budget TVCs.
They've done a few soaps...
those half hour ones...
which, by the way...
never get a primetime slot.
In the last 5 years...
only two of your models have been showstoppers.
That too, for some trashy fashion designer.
Films are out of the question, right?
Such a long talent list...
but not a single face to show for it. - I'm so sorry, sir.
It's fine.
Put your stamp on me.
Give me your number.
Yes! This is how it's done.
{ an3}Jalwa! - Come to mama!
New Jalwa gives women confidence.
The boost they need, to face the challenges...
and obstacles in today's world.
We, as pioneers of the beauty industry...
must pave the way forward...
for more empowered women of tomorrow.
Presenting to you, the new face of Jalwa.
Mix a pinch of powder in the cream, like this...
moving up.
Upward motion, like this.
'My Jalwa ad was on air till '98.'
But after so many years...
When in 2013...
my illness was diagnosed...
Sherry's company stepped forward to help me.
Hospital bills, doctors' fees.
The company even paid half the amount for my chemo.
In this day and age...
who does so much for a stranger?
Mesothelioma is almost always caused by exposure to asbestos...
which is a known carcinogen.
It consists of fibrous materials...
that can easily get into the lungs, damaging them over time.
It's often found in construction materials, but...
talcum powders and make-up...
can also often be contaminated with asbestos.
Especially in unregulated markets.
And you think, when the results come back from the lab...
it will show this asbes...
Asbestos. - Yes.
It'll show up?
Absolutely!
I also think, Sheila somehow figured this out.
That's why she was refusing to do this ad.
I can make you a star.
I know.
But it depends on you...
Whether...
How bad do you want it?
Oh, I want it...
Bad!
Good.
In that case...
will you do as I say?
I will.
You'll be my guru.
My mentor.
Overnight...
Sensation.
'Your city is so average.'
'Not much excitement, no fun!'
'Really?'
'What are you doing tomorrow night?'
'Whatever you say.'
'There's this party...'
'If you'd like to join me.'
'I have to warn you though.'
'It's very different.'
'I'm very different too.'
'You'll have to sign an NDA.'
'Confidentiality agreement.'
I should've put my foot down.
Should've stopped her somehow.
Boss, help us.
Bring Zubaida back.
Don't be nervous.
We should've followed her.
Who knows where this party is?
I was saying the same thing.
There will be many checkpoints on the way.
Where all can we take this van?
Let's just wait here for a bit, okay?
Phone too?
The length of the forehead should be...
one third the length of the face.
But you see this one. Her nose. Completely imbalanced.
Vinegar, turpentine, quicksilver and camphor.
Mix it in an alkaline solution, and add a pinch of arsenic.
The nose shouldn't be wide.
But narrow, and tapered from the top...
to turn up a little at the base.
But if it's too much...
it reveals a woman's tendency for anger.
There is no movement on the tracker.
Jeez, Shams, she must be standing and talking to someone. Relax!
We have to go!
We can't go anywhere.
If we get caught, Zubaida gets caught.
You need to relax.
No. No, no, no! Shit, shit, shit!
No! No! No!
Shit!
Shams, Shams, Shams!
She's at the beach.
I'm done taking orders from you! One minute.
Li... - Shit!
Listen, the signals may be weak there.
Zubaida will come back.
Or something will happen to her over there!
Hello, Dilbar! - Come quickly.
You couldn't stay away from them, could you?
Boss, Shams called... - Yeah, yeah, but...
You did everything for your lady boss.
{ an3}Right?
Not my place to say, but...
You're also doing everything for Batool boss, right?
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
Who's this?
She's with me.
Every bondmaid has to participate.
You know the rules.
And who made those rules?
You?
He won't be happy.
Let me worry about that.
Bondmaid?
It's okay.
Come with me.
So... Here we are again, gentlemen.
Bound by our pursuit for perfection.
Since time immemorial...
it has been a woman's innate duty to attract...
and having attracted, to enchain.
And as aesthetes and connoisseurs...
it continues to be our duty to cultivate...
these celestial creatures.
And discover the true worth of their beauty.
So without further ado...
Mane?
Epidermis?
May I...
Look around?
Thorax?
Of course.
Go mingle. - I'll be right here.
Rump?
Pull over.
Stop here.
License, registration.
Where are you going? - We're going to the beach, to meet a friend.
What is your friend's name? - She's here at a party.
You can't go.
She needs us. Give us 15 minutes... - I said, you can't go.
Give us 15 minutes, we will be back in no time.
Asshole, how can I let you go to a private hut at this hour?
Get going!
Okay, boss.
Stop that vehicle.
Pull over! - Come on, get going!
Where are you going?
What... Are you crazy? We will get fucked!
Stop, stop, stop! Hey! Where the fuck is he going!
Get him!
Sheila!
Are you okay?
Sorry, I thought...
Is it your first time?
What's the difference...
between you girls in wigs, and the rest of them?
They're still finding their way.
And we've already reached our destination.
Meaning?
Meaning, we've become what they wanted us to be.
I'm looking for a girl. She's missing. - Quiet!
Who are you?
I just need to find my friend.
She used to come here... - Shh!
You'll get into trouble...
and drag me along. - Sorry I thought she would be here.
Sheila. Maybe you've seen her? - Listen to me!
Many girls come here.
Many disappear.
What does that mean?
There's no point digging up the buried bodies.
Go back inside...
play 'sweet' for the rest of the night.
Keep your mouth shut.
Go.
Go!
Now, gentlemen, I know.
I know, she's got a beautiful rear end.
But on profile.
On frontal view...
you'll see that she doesn't have that hourglass figure.
So, what do we need for her?
We need to do an abdominoplasty.
And make it nice and tight.
Listen, I need my phone just for a minute.
Sorry, ma'am. Phones aren't allowed inside.
Actually, my mother...
is not keeping well.
I will message her in front of you.
Please.
Is there no signal?
Yes, ma'am. There are jammers in this area.
Okay, I'll try outside. - Sorry, ma'am.
No bondmaid can step out on her own.
I am not a bondmaid!
Okay.
And then...
We take fat from her own body...
and put it into her buttocks...
and her sides.
And give her that body.
This place...
is fucked up.
They are all lunatics!
Fuck. Can you guys hear me?
Shit!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Okay.
Sweet and silent.
Sweet and silent. Sweet and...
Sweet and silent can go fuck itself!
There you are.
I thought you ran away.
Come. - The auction is about to begin.
Okay, we're starting the valuation at 20,000.
I have a 30.
I have a 40.
50,000.
Boss.
I told you, we'll handle it.
I don't think you're handling anything.
How did you find us?
I can investigate too.
When I started looking into Sheila's case...
her file stated, reported in error.
I dug out old cases of other missing girls...
Same thing.
Reported in error.
All cases are archived.
Spoke to the girls' families...
they said the cases were never solved.
Did you speak with the officers handling these cases?
{ an3}I did.
Then?
They all said that the orders came from higher up.
Look, whatever this is...
Some very well-connected people are behind it...
who are much more powerful and dangerous than all of you.
They're not answering.
Who's not answering?
Oh, man!
Sir, two men are heading towards the hut, in search of a girl.
They knew Jalwa was lethal.
Going once.
Going twice.
And sold to the Gorilla!
'This world, as insatiable as my brother's belly...'
'And making this world go round and round...'
'A woman's body.'
'This body...'
'which was both, the sanctuary of your desires'
'and the mausoleum of your sins.'
'The tragedy was not that you came as kings...'
'And we, as your concubines.'
'The tragedy was that you came from us,'
'just like we came from you.'